Sebastian Ellington-Aragona

I thought you knew I was filthy rich
I thought you knew I never answer my phone
I thought you knew I was a late night with a bad bite I thought you knew.

Delicately, his lips traced a trail down the slender, pale slope of the youthful fae's neck, tasting her sweet flesh as the blood in her veins sang a siren song that only Sebastian could hear. Ah, how he yearned to bask in the flavor of her lifeforce, to sink his fangs in her flesh, and hear those sounds he would undoubtedly be able to coax from her naive sweetheart lips. His baritone voice was soft whisper in the quietness of the night, his British accent altogether poignant in the heat of the moment. His offer for more seemed to prompt the demure fae to pause, her attention wholly refocusing upon him. Sebastian was almost purposeful in how vague he was, few, after all, were willing to offer up their blood willingly, even with the promise that it wouldn't hurt for more than a passing moment. Her voice was a delicate whisper in the evening air, a soft melodic tune of agreement that immediately prompted action within the vampire. His lips drifted lower down her neck, brushing almost sweetly against her skin in one final chaste kiss before his mouth parted. His fangs pressed down against the ivory of her neck, those sharpened points so quickly and effortlessly piercing her flesh. A soft sound of surprise reverberated from her lips, the noise altogether soft and short lived and yet...how inattentive Sebastian was to it.

Vaguely, he was aware of her petite figure tensing beneath his touch. The moment was fleeting however, before his venom entered her blood stream, the effect almost instantaneous as she melted beneath his fingertips. His face, however, remained entirely buried in the flesh at her neck as he greedily gulped every flavor of blood that entered his mouth. There was, he had discovered, a unique flavor to fae. It was an otherworldly refreshing sweetness, one that felt like it finally quenched a thirst that seemed unending - even if it was but a passing satisfaction. Oh, how he enjoyed their flavor, as much as any vampire surely did an yet, Sebastian was perhaps one of the few that knew how to stop himself from ravishing every ounce of blood from their delicate veins. Practice, after all, had made him perfect at the art. He was aware of Illiana's figure beginning to lean heavily against him, her flesh pimpled with goosebumps as if this was the first time she had experienced anything quite near as orgasmically pleasurable. And perhaps, it was the first time. His hands upon her waist remained nothing if not steadfast, supporting her tiny frame as she sighed blissfully within his ear.

It was several moments later before that soft, mewling moan echoed from the back of her throat. That very sound was the first to garner a reaction from the vampire as the corners of his lips tilted upward in an almost smug simper. His once selfish indulging of her blood had begun to slow before, tenderly, his tongue moved in delicately swirls against her flesh. The very venom that had once freely opened those wounds now coaxed them to close and clot as he lapped up every smidgen of blood left behind till but two red marks remained. He pulled away from her neck just enough for the now crystalline blue of his irises to eye that almost lazy simper upon her fair features. A soft chuckle of amusement echoed from the depths of the vampire's voice at her innocent inquiry and slowly, Sebastian shook his head. "No, love, you're not dying." He commented as one hand rose to sweetly settle upon her jawline. "You're just...enjoying the results of my bite. Hm?" A warm smile spread across his features before his gaze shifted away from her and towards the direction that had come in. Sebastian loathed to leave her in the middle of the forest and yet...his hunting had met its end. The Prince's attention shifted back towards her as he offered her another small simper, chasing away that momentary glimpse of contemplation. "You'll feel better once you eat something. Do you have a home I could take you to?" Though she had deemed the forest safe, in this state, he hardly trusted the trees and her animal 'friends' to save her from his kind. After all, a weakened fae made for easy prey.