Post by HST Seth on Aug 5, 2014 5:31:14 GMT
I'm on my way.. to feel you... dislocate.The draft was cold as it pulled up from the back entrance, sending the scent of mildew and a hint of chemicals washing up over them as Desiree gestured at the open doorway with a mock invitation before stepping down the stairs. Nine feet of slender, emaciated form ducked down as she slipped through the doorway, able to stand up inside only barely. The coat was pulled up, a hood over her head that dipped into a high collar, enough to disguise her moving through the crowds as an oddity when she hunched forward. Her boot-clad feet sounded off in echoes of descent into the dark. The hood pulled back, her black hair around her shoulders in thin strands blowing easily in the wind swirling angrily around and from the Koldun at her back. She navigated the dark corridor as if second nature, the black fabric of her strangely boned coat writhing under the dim glow of his eyes.Safe in this space, I'm open... Wide open.The room opened up into a dank cellar. Freezers lined the walls, and on the tables lay the bodies of the dead, half-preserved and in varying states of dissection. Desiree's tongue slid over her razor-sharp teeth in that mouth that split her face in two. Her overlong fingers slid across the face of a woman as she passed it, her gesture wide as she pridefully showed her stores to her guest. Desiree's form shuddered and shrank, her coat collapsing in on her, elegantly fitting her smaller form as the bones allowed the cloth to resettle into a less stretched shape. Desiree's head tilted back, black-circled eyes falling on the elder behind her before pulling open the freezer to the side, revealing the amassed scores of bodies they had stored carefully. She smiled in an almost giddy fashion, her complete immodesty pouring out of her like an over-saturated perfume.I love your face, just get away."I would prefer to have you."Desiree wasn't sure if she had suddenly learned Greek, or if the words had been spoken directly into her head again; it was obviously the latter, but the statement had been so foreign as to set her off-balance. The man was standing there, looking a formed mockery of human features, aged, almost seeming hunched or bloated the way he wore his coat. She laughed at first, a snide comment about the idea following shortly after. He closed the distance, sauntering, oozing power. He wielded every asset of his personality like an edged blade, knocking aside the distraction of his unpleasant looks with a mastery that was beyond the limits that others could have grown to. The kiss is pleasure, he drove into her. Would you deny yourself that?I'm on my knees.She went from having complete control to being a stuttering idiot. She made excuses. She seemed to point like a confused wife to the bodies, making comments that boiled down to 'dinner was served; why are we talking about going out to eat?' She suggested alternatives, all the way down to confessing Octave's particular interest in those activities. The Cainite even resorted to that age-old cliche, 'I've not done that before'. The woman could barely understand what was happening as he bore down on her. The palpable and overwhelming drive of his aura was staggering, and although Desiree could not comprehend it at the time, she was being manipulated easily.Fuck you."Unless you are a Metamorphosist, and pleasure is foreign to you."Desiree snapped forward, the question of her morality an intrinsic insult that rose her directly to the bait. You know damn well I'm a Unifier, you old geezer. He was looming over her by this point. She was almost tempted to breathe with the heightening tension. At the moment she accepted, two things happened: first, she regretted it, and second, she justified it. This would be an exchange that left him bound to her--and without a pack, and no notion of how to break a bond with the Vaulderie, it was only an advantage to her. He was only an advantage to her. His hands gripped her arms with less power than would be expected of his overwhelming personality. His head dipped. His teeth sunk into her neck. She could have wrenched him from her at any point. She could tell the difference in their strength by the ease with which she maneuvered her body, drunk from the oddly overwhelming sensation of the kiss being administered. Fingers dug into the coat he wore as she held him steady. Sensation washed over her in a strange release, relinquishing the control she had. Vulnerable. Her teeth extended. Her lips touched skin. Contact drove her near to her beast. His flesh shuddered beneath the touch before teeth broke in. Blood left her body and returned to it in a cycle that incited in her a feeling that she could only equate to the elation felt at the moment of Amaranthe. A dangerous need itched at the back of her mind, quelled and quieted by the feeling of his fingers clutching across her back and then the foreign sensation of flesh against flesh again as tentacles slid across the cuts and holes in the jeans she wore, across her backside and up against the lower part of her back. Expertly handled, the feeling of desperation rising in her gut as she clutched to him was all but ignored. A bond. Why had she pressed her fangs to him? And yet... That tentacle wrapped itself around her waist beneath her clothing. She felt a sensation of razors against her skin, pressure. She was losing a battle of dominance without knowing it, so lost was she in the new excitement. It wasn't until she felt her beast suddenly rise and take her with a ravenous hunger that she realized she had to pull free, but it wouldn't. Damnit. I'm an idiot. One more life lost, and so young. But then, he let her go, removing himself from her fangs in that instant of lucidity before she was driven mad by the need. She disappeared into the bloodlust with the knowledge of those eyes peering at her, watching her every move with discerning speculation and amusement, but the embarrassment didn't override the pleasure--the nigh addiction she felt. And the night would weigh on with the heightening worries and awkward feeling rising within her.Fuck me.