9. Amber Hart, reprise again
After feeling out the fact that she doesn't particularly fancy putting a sock on the door at Kev's dorm (been there, done that, lost the bra and taken the walk of shame), they eventually make their way back to Amber's place instead. It's an apartment in a building full of, well, apartments. Her place is ground floor, half underground given the slope of the land. Bedroom is in the back, with no windows, while the second room serves as office. It's decorated in a homey style, and the furniture matches, something she can afford now with the salary Silvari pays her that she could never have dreamed of in her student days. The rent is paid a year in advance, and she has no student debts lingering over her. Siveri holds her allegiance in ways far more secure than financial bondage.
She leads Kev in and takes a seat on the couch, offering a smile and leaving the seat next to her open, but not making any immediate advances. She feels suddenly a touch shy, after how aggressively she's led him up to this point. She's going to take her prey. But he's going to take her as well.
Kev sits next to her, looking around. "You have a really nice place." It would be painfully awkward if he wasn't so damn sincere. A hand rests on Amber's thigh absently, not quite making a move, but remaining very present.
"Comes with the job. Personal assistant," she offers. "You'd be surprised how well it pays if you find the right person," she adds as explanation for why a secretary can afford a place like this in the big city. Damn, shouldn't have brought Siveri into this. Thoughts of him make everything complicated. She crosses her legs, brushing her toes (stocking but no shoe) against his calf in the process, a poor attempt to change the subject.
"It's really..." He was clearly going to say something, but his eyes catch Amber's and the words die unspoken. "Can I kiss you? I don't want to be rude and skip small talk, but I really want to kiss you."
She puts a single finger under his chin and draws him towards her with it. She can smell his life, his heat, as he draws close, and summons her own stolen mirror to match it, forcing her still heart into motion. If she's going to do this, she's going to do it right. Her dead body comes to life, warming to the touch.
Kev kisses Amber slowly, a little clumsily, having to lean forward a bit, but with an eager heat that sends a pulse of longing through Amber.
She leans slowly away from him as they kiss, the finger on his chin continuing to invite him towards her retreat rather than break away. He soon has to shift position, coming up on top of her in an awkward straddle, one knee jammed against the back of the couch as she lays down lengthwise.
Amber can hear his heart accelerating, the last fading dregs of adrenaline suddenly spiked back into furious life by her warmth against him. He follows her down the entire way, unwilling to break the kiss as one hand shifts to steady himself and the other strokes up her thigh, feeling her slowly.
The finger on his chin moves into a hand cupping his cheek, and then fingers twined through his hair. The couch isn't really big enough for her to do anything more than press her chest upwards into his, too many layers of cloth still separating them, shirt and suit and dress. Amber wiggles a bit, managing to pull down the zipper on the back of her dress a fair bit despite the awkward position.
He shivers even at that slight contact, and Amber can feel a growing hardness pressing against her, as close as they are together. The hand on her thigh trails upward slowly, over her hip and gently up her side, pausing there as if unsure whether he can touch her breasts or not. He's going to touch far more than just her breasts before he's done, shi thinks with a smile, but they'll be a good place to start, once he's helped her free of the straps.
Amber breaks the kiss and pushes him back a bit so she can sit up. Her hand rests on his chest, feeling the heat and the firm muscles underneath. She gives him a wicked grin and shrugs one shoulder free of the dress, leaving it hanging from her other, breast barely peeking out
A quick little intake of breath as she bares herself. "Uh... can I... do you mind..." Even as he says it he's aware the answer is fairly clear, so he doesn't wait for her to say anything before resting his hands slowly on Amber's shoulders, trailing over her skin and slowly descending down her chest. His soft touch is gentle enough to feel pleasurable on its own, but with enough pressure that Amber can feel an anticipation building in her stomach that has, for once, nothing to do with blood. Kev brushes the last clinging fingers of the dress from her shoulder, letting it fall around her waist as he explores her.
She tilts her head back and closes her eyes, arching her back to press her chest closer in his direction. Her hands rest on the couch, supporting her for now, giving him time to explore and enjoy her body at his own pace. She might growl and push him over if he takes too long, but no danger of that just yet as she enjoys the touch and sensations of being stared at with such awe and care.
Care is certainly the right word. His hot, mortal hands run over her breasts with a delicate touch. Not nervous or afraid, as such - apparently once he managed to touch her much of that fear faded away. Instead, he's taking care to appreciate every inch of bare skin on offer, teasing at the curve of Amber's breasts, watching her nipples stiffen as he explores her, and making sure to never give her a moment's discomfort.
She has no trickery or manipulation to bring to bear at the moment, beyond fact that the pulse of her desire comes from choice and not nature. The situation is unusually honest, and she enjoys it as such - just warm flesh and building desire, tease and response. She keeps her eyes closed, licking her lips and imagining the touch of his on her. As if reading her mind, Kev leans forward, and Amber can feel his breath, warm on her collarbone. "Can I kiss you?" He asks softly, this time not from uncertainty.
"Mmm, please," she's brought back to memories of their first encounter, how she pointed at her neck and invited a kiss before mirroring with a bite. Not now. They'll get to that later. She shivers underneath his breath in anticipation.
Kev kisses slowly down her chest before reaching her breast, taking his time to place his lips all over her, lips caressing every bit of her breast before carefully pressing against her nipple and parting slightly. There's a moment of anticipation before his tongue starts to deliberately trail over her, teasing Amber and reacting to her every sound and movement.
Amber gives a deep sigh as his lips settle onto her. Not a moan, she's not lost to desire, but certainly an acknowledgement that it feels good and urging to continue. She presses her breast forward against him, moving one hand to twine in his hair while her other helps hold her upright.
Emboldened by her encouragement, Kev sucks gently on her nipple, making a little pleased noise that's muffled by Amber's chest. She can hear his heartbeat loud in her ears, feel the heat pouring off of his living body and into hers, aiding her stolen life in completing the illusion.
The couch is far, far too small for this, and with a twist of her hips, she makes clear her intent to rise. Let him complain - her hand in his hair tightens to pull him away from her breast. She doubts he'll complain much as she leads him towards the bedroom, with it's queen sized bed (for a queen) and decadently fluffy pillow-top mattress.
There's a moment where he starts to make a disappointed noise, being pulled away, but the sight of Amber walking half-undressed shuts him up completely and he follows behind obediently. She can hear his heart accelerating with nerves, can almost taste the stress hormones being dumped into his blood, feel already the little shake of excitement that'll enter his fingers. "I'm uh. I mean - I never-" He blushes furiously.
She stops walking at that and relaxes her grip on his hair, leaving her fingers twined, but no longer gripping. She turns with a small smile. "Would you like to slow down?" She offers, looking back towards the couch they just left. She won't think any less of him for it, is the clear implication of her words. This isn't his only chance to 'score.' She's not going anywhere.
"No, it's not - I just thought... I should tell you." She can see the wince he's suppressing at his own awkwardness.
"It's very sweet, Kev. I'd be honored to be your first," she stretches up to kiss his forehead.
With a sigh of relief he kisses Amber a little more forcefully, more confidently, pulling her close by the hips, hands roaming over her slowly but hungrily.
She resumes leading the way to the bed, dragging him along gently by the hair. Amber puts his back to the side of the bed and comes up against him, curling one leg around his as she begins working on the buttons of his shirt.
Kev laughs a bit nervously, but mostly in excitement, as Amber starts, running his fingers through her own hair as she does. His eyes run over her constantly, trying to take her in and burn the memory into his mind forever.
When she finishes with the buttons on his shirt and pulls it open, Amber takes a step back to peel away her stockings. And finish undoing the zipper of her own dress, which she lets fall to the ground, standing completely nude before him. She gives a predatory smile, showing her teeth and enjoying watching his reaction.
There's no question of Kev trying to take control of the situation or doing anything but admiring Amber in something approaching Awe. He swallows once, mouth suddenly dry as he takes in all of her. And... It feels... so appropriate. He should be in awe of her. This was the Obvious Way Of Things, that his worshipful eyes rove over her with appreciation and desire, that she can smell the heat and the lust coming off of him in waves. For a brief moment, Amber feels the little whispering insistence of the hunger for blood that lives in the back of her throat subside as the instinct to feed is replaced by a wine of a finer vintage - she sups from his adoration and finds it sweet indeed. But a desire denied is one that burns ever hotter.
The thirst makes itself known as the moment passes, demanding that she pin him to the bed and take what is hers. She's happy to oblige such a desire, with two steps forward and a hand on his chest, firmly pushing him backwards into the bed. She climbs on top, straddling him and pinning one arm under her knee. She bends down and kisses him fiercely, previous restraint fallen by the wayside. He's hers, and she wants him.
Kev kisses her back hungrily, previous nervousness evaporating under the heat of her desire. One hand runs over her thigh and he moans softly at just the touch of her, trying to pull her even harder against himself, to feel every inch of her.
She's inclined to grant him such a desire, which means letting the trapped arm free and working at his shirt to get it off. More difficult than it needs to be, what with her straddling him, but they'll make it work, since she's certainly not giving up her position, and from the firm bulge under her hips, he wouldn't want her to. "Tell me what you want," she whispers, leaning down over his now bare chest, her breasts not touching him, but hanging there, close.
He groans, hands running over her back and feeling every inch of her skin in a deliberate exploration. "I want you, Amber." He moans in response, moving to press against her a little harder, shifting and pulling just a little closer so her breasts finally touch his heated skin, luxuriating in every point of contact with her.
"How do you want me," she pulls back, bringing her breasts away from his chest and catching one of his wrists to hold it up over his head, though the other remains free.
He groans again, but this time in disappointment as she pulls away. "Ah- like this. You look amazing just like this." Even though he knows it's probably going to be pinned the second he does it, even though he knows he's playing right into her hands, he can't resist running his free hand up Amber's side and fondling one of her breasts, filled with sudden confidence and enthusiasm - and he's getting rather good at it. Quick learner.
He's not wrong, she does trap his other arm as soon as he begins massaging her breasts. She leans down though, right beside his head, breathing warm air on his ear. "You're in luck then. Because you can have me any way you want." She lets go his hands and presses down on top of him, shifting her hips, rubbing her naked body back and forth across his crotch.
He gasps and shivers as she whispers in his ear and presses down harder, incredibly hard against her. His hands go to her hips, taking them firmly. "Ah - please let me take these off, Amber-" He almost begs, straining against his slacks as he tries to press back against her.
She doesn't answer with words, just wraps her arms around him and rolls, shifting her weight and pulling him over on top of her. He hurriedly fumbles with belt and zipper and kicks off both pants and underwear. Heat presses against Amber as he puts weight on her. He's very much ready, and leans in to kiss her again hungrily, hands running down her thighs and to her hips again.
She kisses him deeply on the mouth, then catches his eye in a fierce gaze, bringing everything to a momentary pause, panting breaths. "Take me," she demands.
He needs no further invitation, and slowly enters her, shuddering and breathing faster as he presses forward, filling her bit by bit until he's completely inside her. He groans softly at the sensation, taking a long moment to just savor the experience.
Hot, burning hot, filling her with heat and life, she moans herself at the sensation of having a man inside her. She lays back with her eyes closed, enjoying it almost as much as he is, though of course far from unfamiliar with the sensation.
Kev runs his hands slowly up Amber's body, feeling and exploring her for several long moments before he starts moving, cautious and inexperienced, yes, but also seemingly reticent to be less than fully inside her. One hand comes to rest cupping Amber's cheek while the other finally decides to stay on her hip.
Her pleasant expression grows into a smile as he cups her cheek, trust and intimacy she enjoys rarely, to let someone get that close to her, and unalloyed by the dangerous thrill Siveri's touch brings. One arm hangs off the edge of the bed, and the other hold's Kev's forearm near her hip as he begins to move. She's wet and loose enough to accept him easily, both through experience and because her body is entirely willing and ready, knowing the experience of life is fleeting before it returns to morbid cold.
Kev's uncertainty slowly wears away as he keeps moving, filling her as deeply as he can with each thrust. He shivers as she takes hold of his arm. "How- do you feel?" He asks, obviously overwhelmed by the experience but trying to keep her enjoyment forefront in his mind.
"I feel wonderful," she answers slowly, and she does. It's such a lovely sensation, having someone devoted to her like this, giving them what they want and knowing that they'd give her anything, anything. Her eyes open. "Don't worry about me. I'm going to get what I want," she adds, tone growing lower, more intense. A hint of erotic danger there, and a reminder that he has under his hands someone entirely enchanting, but not entirely safe.
And he would give her anything. Amber feels, intuits it in the lust and awe in his eyes, that Kev would step in the way of a bullet for her. She has him, mind and body and soul, all bent to her will. And again, the hunger fades and a rush of warmth tingles down her body at that knowledge. His worship nourishes her mind as blood nourishes her body, and as he starts moving a little harder, a touch faster, Amber feels little spikes of satisfaction ride each wave of pleasure. They meld and complement each other, and her complete ownership of Kev satisfies a hunger she wasn't entirely sure she had - not like this, anyway. His breath is coming faster, and each little movement of their conjoined hips produces a delicious tensing inside her. It's honestly surprising he managed to last this long, given how thoroughly Amber managed to wrap him around her finger, how perfectly she drew him to this point. But her eyes catch the faintest outline of an artery and the fire of thirst roars back to life. It needs this. Forget how she wasn't really all that hungry before. Forget his sweet smile and charmingly sincere demeanor. Forget everything but the pulse of red, burning life.
She's been planning to drink his blood at this moment since things started moving in this direction, since back in the club when she decided to bed him rather than simply feed. And so she holds herself back, feeling the tension grow inside her, hearing him grunt and running her hands up and down his body. Feeling the warm animal pleasure of having him close and inside her, growing and growing, and then exploding, collapsing on top of her as he shudders and pulses his cum inside of her. Then, and only then, does she extend her fangs, sinking them into his neck and murmuring her appreciation for one offering himself to her so willingly, prey that knows it's here for her pleasure and for its own.
Kev shudders and twitches inside Amber, delicious little movements that match the tempo of blood rushing through his neck and into her mouth. He moans, low and soft, holding Amber close as she takes what she wants. He won't remember much of this exact moment, overwhelmed by the Kiss and cumming so close together, but for Amber...
Feeding was compared by some to sex, now and then. Usually either straight-on or by claiming it was an even better experience. Life fills Amber twice over and her whole body is afire with its warmth, waves of pleasure starting in her mouth and her pussy meeting together with each beat of Kev's heart. Sensation burns through her, every place hot mortal flesh presses against and inside her feels sensitive like new, pink skin. Sex and blood pair together - is she cumming? Maybe. It's hard to tell where one pleasure ends and the other begins. Kevin's blood is tart with lust, a contrast with the bitter dregs of adrenaline and fear still swirling through his body. But more than that, Amber can taste devotion. She can taste his excitement that of all the people she could have, she chose him. The rush that her presence sends through him, the adoration as one perfectly round breast slipped from her dress for him to worship with his mouth, the feeling of confidence and power in his submission to her even as he felt her warmth around him- each taste is richer than the last, and Amber basks in them.
It seems to go on and on and on forever... but it can't, not if she wants Kev to survive the experience. Even if she didn't care, it would still end eventually. With a shudder of unwillingness, she withdraws her fangs and licks the last drops of blood from her skin before collapsing back onto the bed, full and satisfied and delightfully satiated in all sorts of pleasurable ways. What a fine human she's found, and what worthy gifts he's given her. She nibbles at his ear and kisses it, pushes him to the side so that she can curl up with his arms around her as little spoon. No need to move, just enjoy.