[The churning desire to take a girl whose excited blood can be heard pounding through her veins is ingrained in his DNA. Sensuality and vamprism almost go hand in hand. At least it does with the Nobility on the Frontier.
The tips of the fangs flash when his lips part; he lets out a low, strained noise. He's at war again; whether to be more rowdy, whether to lie back and be handled. In the end, he's still a very accommodating young man.
It's not about him? In this dynamic, it isn't about him.
The movement is sudden and very fast, but he holds her in a way to keep her from getting hurt. He sits up straight and forward, folds her back over his legs. Her own legs slide up over his shoulders, hook at the knees, and he lifts her waist with both hands. He lowers his head between her thighs and puts his lips on her without hesitation, tastes her, but tries to be careful of the teeth.
He is not being a good boy, yet also somehow being a good boy.]
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The tips of the fangs flash when his lips part; he lets out a low, strained noise. He's at war again; whether to be more rowdy, whether to lie back and be handled. In the end, he's still a very accommodating young man.
It's not about him? In this dynamic, it isn't about him.
The movement is sudden and very fast, but he holds her in a way to keep her from getting hurt. He sits up straight and forward, folds her back over his legs. Her own legs slide up over his shoulders, hook at the knees, and he lifts her waist with both hands. He lowers his head between her thighs and puts his lips on her without hesitation, tastes her, but tries to be careful of the teeth.
He is not being a good boy, yet also somehow being a good boy.]