The dark hunter, like most all men in this world, took pride in his capabilities when it came down to pleasing the women that he so chose to take to bed with him. After all, it wasn't something that anyone really knew much about or naturally excelled in when one first reached that age where there were certain things not previously acknowledged that suddenly became much more appealing to the eyes. It was simply how mother nature intended for things to work, so very few individuals hardly escaping that call for companionship and the more or less instinctual drive to continue one's species, not that Lazarus was keen on the idea of creating lives. On the contrary, about ninety-nine point nine percent of the time, the man was clever enough to know that protection was always the best thing for such... extracurricular activities that he very much found himself with an insatiable if not gluttonous hunger for. He was more than capable of openly â€" if not eagerly â€" admitting that he was not father material, and while he didn't truly have any long-term hopes for his future, the one thing that he was damn near certain of was that getting married and settling down with a house and kids was not the life that he wanted for himself. Some might say that it stems from his own feelings towards the man that he once called his father. Some might think that such a lack of that dream to one day have a family of his own derived from the reminder that his family had been shattered at the hands of some low-lives that got off on tearing households apart and it was reflexive for him to avoid the possibility of ever enduring that again. Maybe others might even say it was a mixture of the two, and none of these were entirely wrong assessments. What others forgot to consider though was that he had hardly ever been interested in the idea of love and hardly ever played with the thought of something so... domestic. He enjoyed living for himself - if one didn't count his little sister - far too much to restrict himself from doing as he pleaded whenever he so desired and with whomever he chose.

However, this was in that ever so minute percentile where he was far too out of his own thoughts clouded by the liquor to worry about the consequences of what was to come, of how he didn't have that protection with him now and the natural dangers that would accompany the decision he'd made. He didn't give a shit. Not now, and he certainly wasn't able to stop himself now as he allowed for that skilled hand to drive the white-haired woman to that edge only for her to fall over it. He could feel the way that her body was beginning to tense beneath his hungry and expertise touches, how her hips practically pressed him on further. As it turns out, being a womanizer had its perks, having given the man plenty of opportunities to learn just what it was that would make the fairer sex crave him. She digs those nails into his skin and he hardly notices as he is focused wholly on the way that she succumbs to those unrelenting waves of pleasure, his name falling from those luscious lips in a delicious and low moan as she gave in to him, that wicked and wolfish grin so clearly etched into his features as he lingers over her as those hungry dark forest eyes burn with that nearly overwhelming desire of his own clearly reflected by the tightness of the clothing that still clung to his hips. How he wanted her like none of the other women he'd stolen the sheets of, save for Isabelle. His drunken thoughts are hardly able to focus on those less than fond memories though, much to his relief as he indulges in watching that lust burn fiercely in those brilliant blues that look up at him now with that glint of female satisfaction at his honed talent to give her that sweet ecstacy surely able to match his own that he was going to be taking in the moments that would follow.

Giving the man a roguish grin, the witch moved to lift herself up and Lazarus is content to let her, retreating only just enough so that she can shift into a sitting position though he still lingers close, finding himself unable to draw away any further despite that unfelt knowing that what was happening would only lead to feelings he definitely would not look forward to experiencing in the morning... She slips his jeans from their place after effectively dispatching his belt, and when she places that hand on his more hardened self, that fierce hunger and ravenous lust to take her only rises further in his dark gaze. She teases him, and he allows for a guttural moan of nearly agonizing want to slip past his lips and when she dares to challenge him in accusing Lazarus for not wanting her though they both knew from the physical evidence she had a gentle grasp of that her words couldn't be farther from the truth, the dark hunter is quick to answer that challenge and prove just how dreadfully wrong she was even in that playful taunting. The term "be careful what you wish for" nearly comes to mind through those hazed thoughts of the man as he is forcing her back once more, easily ridding himself of that finally barrier as he advanced over her like the predator in him, the beast roaring in those starved kisses he took from her as he descended upon her further. He can hear her muffled and singular note of satisfaction between their fierce kisses as she drops fully onto the bed once more, her hands moving along the muscle of his back as he prepares to take what he wanted from her. That criminal hand grasps himself for a moment as he positions his manhood before releasing it as he rolls those hips forward. Oh how glorious the tightness of her was... His low and growling moan of pleasure emits from his throat then at the feeling of her around him. He reaches the depths of her temple then and he cannot help the raging lust in him as he places that hand on her hip to keep her there beneath him, that whimper and the feeling of her nails digging hungrily into his skin only urging him on and he is more than eager to oblige her in the hunger filling her in turn. With every thrust, between every starved kiss, his breaths grow more ragged as his movements grow more gluttonous as that fire burns even hotter within his core and he felt himself beginning that climb himself with every shift further and faster and harder into her.

He is entirely consumed by her now, his own groans of pleasure escaping between each ravenous kiss as he revels in the feel of her skin against his own, the wetness that covers him. She moves in perfect time with him, still continuing those fierce kisses and even biting at his lower lip again that causes him to thrust into her a little deeper in answer, arches her back to allow him into her even further and his own body tenses though he knows he is far from ready to end this, the peak of his own yet to come even when she clenched beneath him, succumbing once more to that delicious climax. She leans forward to bite his neck and he groans in wild pleasure as she screams into his skin and for a moment he hardly affords her a break from the roll of his hips as he continues to take her with gluttonous lust, in anything driving himself even deeper into her to maximize her esctasy. Her nails bury into his flesh further though he hardly feels or cared that he begins to bleed, if anything only further encouraging the beast within that rages on in wicked delight. Almost begrudgingly, he stops in his onslaught then, allowing for himself to feel those ever so subtle contractions of her womanly parts as she goes limp beneath him as her breaths are coming in the same ragged breaths as Lazarus' own. He takes that hand again and allows for it to grips lightly at her breast as she takes those fleeting moment to recover from her high that he'd taken her to once again, that wolfish grin of satisfaction upon his lips then as he lingers within her, finding it so very hard not to continue taking all that he wanted from the woman.

Suddenly she is sitting up on her elbows again as she takes a hand and pushes him, the dark hunter allowing her to move him away though his dark gaze remains fixed fiercely upon her nearly glazed brilliant blue eyes, that lust still dancing wildly within those depths as she continued to push him. Ah, so she wanted to turn the tables then? Wicked wanting fills his predatory gaze as he allows her to push him, that hand moving to her bare cheek as they roll so that he is the one on top now, his manhood still buried within her temple in agonizing hunger to resume that pleasurable exploration of the witch that surrounded him. She claws at his chest now, sending another ripple and animalistic desire the the dark hunter as she moves her hips away from him now, looking down to him through hooded eyes with a devilish smile upon those plush lips as she taunts him again. A wolfish grin answers her as he places his over hand on her hip so that he is holding her there and disabling her from moving farther away."Is that how you feel, then?", he answers back between his own ragged breaths in a low growl, tenor tones touched by lust and amusement as he watches her, those hands gripping her soft curves a lighter tighter in clear disagreement that they should call it a night."I don't think so", he replies before, as if to add further emphasis and intent to his words, those muscled arms flex as they force her down to that hilt as he rolls his hips beneath her to move back into her depths that he craved, his own hunger for that impending release beginning to rise to a level they'd never before reached, fully expecting that she would hardly leave him without his own share of experiencing that glorious climax.