Risque enjoyed peeling off that armour he so proudly wore, even whilst he thought it was impenetrable. All because she enjoyed seeing him squirm like a worm at the tip of a crow's beak. How she loved to tear him apart and build him back together again, over and over, until it suited her. Until the ravenous woman simply got bored or had her fill. He was the only man that could get back up after. He was the only one that had that fire in his soul that was unable to burn up despite how she extinguished all hope. She enjoyed shoving him so close to that precarious edge of despair, holding him there in that sweet spot as he leaned over that ledge just to look down. Just like now, as he attempts to toy with her, taking his sweet time answering her offer as though taking control. She gave him the illusion of a choice, because she knew all too well that she won in the end. Every single time.

Yet, he surprises her, even though she is far too smart to know better. He caresses her in such a way that almost seems tender, sweet, intimate between two lovers that could never bare to be apart. Everything they were not. She was domineering and controlling, like a snake that penetrated your soul and took over wholly as it wrapped itself around you, completely, before striking filling him with her sickly sweet venom and all-consuming despair. Yet still, as she possessed all the cars he still fights her with such wild determination. It was the epitome of insanity, history constantly repeating itself over and over.

As he touches her, she stared him down, that apathetic gaze peering at him one minute and then the next there was a flash of something else. Possession. She grins at him with that salacious prowess, the one that said she already knew all he had to offer and she could take it at any time she wanted. She knew she could control his body even though it disgusted his very marrow and yet... she is perverse enough to allow him to play out his move. As if craving the surprise. All to sate that unbearable boredom that threatens the very hollow of her immortal existence.

The kitten queen could feel his tight grip wrapped around her slender pale neck, felt it tighten. Such a passionate move, to choke someone with your bare hands she mused wickedly. She thought his plan was to attack not to partake in a little violent sinful foreplay. After all, she wrote this violent language and spoke it fluently. She could not help that devastating smile spread across her painted sinful lips. Silly little cat, all it did was make her hunger for more. Hunger for the taste of him that she could already envision how it did upon her tongue.

She laughs, at a joke that she could only seem to see. The sound mangled and soundless.

The thing was, as much as she loved the dominance, her body seemingly craved that violent touch, welcomed it in a twisted way that only the perverse could understand. She was a warped little minx after all. But we all knew she could never truly play the submissive role, or allow herself to be bested. That vampire ego and sinister nature simply couldn't allow it.

This woman had been at this a very long, long time and most likely well after Tetradore was gone, perhaps, even beyond that if she had a choice in the matter. After all, why would she ever want to give up such an intriguing play thing. With such unnatural speed that it was unnerving. Her own hand reached for the exposed caramel expanse of his throat. That silver nail digging, burning, slicing into his throat. In that very moment, she wanted nothing more than to watch that blood trickle down the grooves of his appetizing throat. She wanted to lick up that ruby ichor that flowed so freely, beckoning her sweetly. But she wasn't through with him, not yet. They were just getting started. One way or another she would feast on him tonight. She wanted to wallow in his agony first, wanted to hear his desperate cries.

All she had to do was wait for that strong hold to falter, just a twitch or perhaps just influence him, but she decided against it for now. She could hear his breathing strain, the sound like the most intoxicating music to her ears. The midnight haired vampire stroked that titanium bond, plucking on those strings that so linked him to his beast, the sensual glossy black panther that could be the thing of nightmares. He was truly a sight to behold. She knew she would have him right where she wanted. All she had to do was pluck just a little harder and he would come undone, she would turn the man into beast. She didn't want that, not now. She wanted him that much closer to the ledge, lost within that endless loop of losing control and strength. What would he do with those claws instead of fingers? She wondered curiously. They simply wouldn't wrap around her throat the same way.

She could have made him stop right this moment and yet she doesn't. she allows him to push her back into that wall where her chains were. He was so very predictable. But then again, in her eyes, he always was, so terribly human in his thinking.

She did make this wall with him in mind. The things she could do to him with his neck shackled with that unyielding, vicious silver.

It was truly unknown why she allowed him to place that collar around her neck, why she allowed him to humiliate her in his way. Maybe she liked it. Maybe she craved that dominance, even if it was merely an illusion of it. Maybe she merely wanted to tempt fate before she ripped its throat out. So many variables, so many what ifs. She did not relent that hold on his throat, even though as that silver burns her. It burned unlike anything like the very sun scorched her flesh. Yet it didn't kill her, but it was enough to make her snarl, soundlessly as she didn't have the air to hiss. Pain was not enough to cloud her mind. In fact, it made her feel that much more alive. It felt intoxicating.

She hums a warped choked out melody, tugging as if testing those bounds around her neck as though growing bored of his game. After all, she was always better at it. She called upon her little pet, such a weak, sweet little thing she was in comparison to Tetradore but she still had teeth, claws, and inhuman strength. Tetradore was hopefully too busy seeking out a weapon to to pay mind to the other predator in the room he so chose to ignore only moments ago. She sends her pet wordlessly after Tetradore to bite that hand that wrapped around her neck, to seek flesh like she was designed to do.

The sweet little thing was so distraught, you could see it written upon her face, those eyes widened. The female panther didn't want to harm the man, no not him, he was practically her idol. Yet she had no choice as she succumbs that that familiar link from her vampire mistress, she owed her everything. Risque had never used it quite like this and it terrified the poor cat, but she also didn't want Risque to come to harm. She twitched her tail back and forth before pouncing blindly, trying to sink those predatory teeth into his arm.. sending him away from the vampire.

The vampire wanted him to let go so she could regain her voice. But she only squeezed her own grip on his throat harder, knowing he would want to gasp for air when that bite came into contact. How she wanted him to weaken before she broke her own chains. The searing sizzling of silver into her once unmarred flesh now appeared an angry bloody raw red, he would pay for it dearly. Her vampire healing powers fought desperately to heal itself, but the contact with the silver made it impossible to keep up. "Silly cat, you wont find what you are looking for there.." She purred maliciously despite the pain, knowing all to well where her knives and silver whip lay, perfectly concealed. How she took pleasure knowing it would be nothing to what he experience. He should have agreed to her terms.

"Unbind me.. so we can play. You bore me and I want what is mine.." That was when she unleashed her power upon him like a relentless wave of merciless rage. It screamed and demanded obedience, to unlatch that lock that kept her from her nefarious plans. Oh, such plans she has.

Risque

just face the moon and put your death mask on