death incarnate & night triumphant

Ellie's words are not lost on his delicate hearing, "What happened to the blind date guy?" her words filter through the phone and despite their position, their current situation, he can't help but dig his fingers into her thighs just a touch more tightly. Possessively. Lani was his. Even with the distraction of jealousy, he doesn't stop his movements, dragging that zipper down until her dress is pooled at the floor around her heeled feet. The way Lani cuts herself off mid sentence makes Andras pleased, smiling lazily up at her as she locks gazes with him, a snarl emitting from his throat as that very gaze travels along her smooth skin. He can hear her thoughts, her question shooting down the bond, directly into his mind. His head tilts back once more, capturing her gaze with his before planting a soft kiss to her abdomen, You're not naked, yet, he responds in kind through the bond, even his voice in that mind space is sultry, sensuous, filled with all the dark thoughts he was going to do to her.

He travels down her body, taking that lace thong with him, his teeth itching to shred it from her skin but instead, he lets it fall to her ankles. Wasting no time, he dives straight in, devouring her with his tongue, and by the gods if she didn't taste divine. He growls, so loudly he doesn't care if Ellie hears him, hears them. He was so entirely wrapped up in her that he didn't care if someone walked in on them in that very moment, he would have continued in his torturous game. She was his drug, an addiction he couldn't kick, and having her taste on his tongue made him only want her more. He wanted to see what sounds he could pull out of those delicious lips. Her hand rests on his shoulder to support herself, he can almost feel the quivering of her legs as he works her over, groaning at her taste. He so desperately wants to lift a leg, to throw it over his shoulder but he refrains. He wants her in his bed.

His name on her lips, he had never heard anything more perfect. He had every intention of making her say his name a thousand more times tonight, this weekend. He pulls his tongue out of her, tired of Lani having to confine her voice, pulling himself into a standing position as he snatches the phone away, telling Ellie she was unavailable and tossing the phone away. He picks her up as if she weighs nothing, tossing her onto the bed before he crawls over her. Her response earns her a devilish grin, a hand coming up to push the blonde curls from her face before settling his hand into the mattress again, "Hmmm, I wonder when my little minx was going to come out and play," he purrs down at her before he shreds the lace bra, tossing the scraps on the ground as a hiss of pleasure rolls through him. She was beautiful and he wanted to devour every inch of her skin. He tells her that he wants her like this every night and her response sends a wave of pleasure through him, "Fuck, Lani," he hisses before capturing her lips. He works his way down her body, enjoying the way she squirms, the little gasps she makes and again his name on her lips. It was utterly satisfying.

He settles between her legs once more, her deep moan sending a growl in response back at her as he slides his tongue between her slick folds. God she was wet, so wet for him. Slipping a finger into her entrance, he works his digit in and out of her in tandem with his tongue, taking her higher and higher until she's crashing over the ledge, screaming his name as she falls. He doesn't move an inch, his tongue still lazily lapping at her in a soothing motion, his finger still sunk inside her as he glances up at her. He was entirely certain of the overstimulated bundle of nerves under his tongue, but he brushes that nub again and again, even as she lays weakly beneath him. Lani seems to gather some strength, pushing herself up onto her elbows as she glances down at him, Andras's gaze entirely hooded with lust as he continuously laps at her, lazily, gently. Her words send pleasure tingling down his spine and it takes all his self control to not pull his finger free and pounce on her, even as she glances at her heels. Instead, he merely pulls his mouth away a fraction of an inch, his mouth glistening with her wetness in the moonlight.

"All you have to do is ask if you want me naked, Lani," he purrs at her, just as he sinks another finger into her entrance, stretching her, trying to prepare her for what was to come. "I think I rather like you in your heels, sprawled naked across my bed," he growls at her, pumping his two digits in and out of her, so deliciously slowly. He can feel her inner walls clamp around his fingers, imagining just how tight she would feel around him. He groans at that thought, "I'm not done tasting you yet though," he says suddenly before he descends on her nub again, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh as he continues to pump into her, a third digit sliding into her slick entrance, stretching her. Andras hardly wants to hurt the woman and yet, he can barely contain himself until he's fingers are flying in and out of her with force, his teeth continuously nibbling at her until she's cascading over that veritable edge again. He works her through the orgasm slowly before finally pulling his slick fingers free, Andras sitting up above her. He watches the rise and fall of her chest, those very fingers he had just used to take her over the edge, reaching out and tracing the wetness around her two stiff peaks.

He stands after a moment, gently grabbing a heeled foot and working off the shoe, tossing it on the ground, he does the same with the other heel, his gaze never leaving her's even as he runs a finger down the arch of her foot. Such sensitive nerve endings there were there. He drops her foot before kicking his own shoes off, socks following in a pile on the floor. Still his gaze watches her lust filled features as he unbuckles his belt, pulling it off and letting it clatter to the ground. He flicks the button open on his slacks, growling at Lani in approval as she watches him. Andras doesn't hesitate, sliding slacks and boxers to the ground, his considerable length springing free, at attention, for her. "I don't have the patience to wait," he growls between his teeth as he crawls back over her body, Andras lowering his hips between her legs. And when his manhood brushes against her entrance, he groans, "Lani, Lani, Lani," he chants her name over and over, like a prayer.

He reaches between them, fisting himself as he nudges her entrance, the head of his cock sliding an inch forward. He grunts with an effort to not slam home. He reaches his hand up now, cupping her face as he slides a little further until he's stopped by that barrier, marking her as innocent. He should feel bad he was the one taking this away from her but he doesn't as he leans down, closer to her lips, "It's going to hurt," he grunts, "I'll try and be gentle," he tells her but she already knew his control was all but nonexistent as he captures her lips and slams into her, tearing through that barrier. He snarls loudly into her mouth, forcing himself to not move, even though her tightness wrapped around him was all consuming. He pants, pulling his face back, searching her face, his own features tight with restraint, "Are you okay?"

Andras Steinhello darling