Thread: Sebastian Kozlof's Bedroom

Name Nickname Sebastian Kozlof. Attire Click Here. Position Flying Professor Magical Creatures Consultant. Wand 10 Inches, Dragon Heartstring, Yew Wood. Location His Bedroom. Tagging Anyone Alice. Time 231 AM. He could feel their bodies intertwine in the ever so sinful cycle, a dark and scary joining of both body and heart that was drenched in vice. His blood, his life essence, what as sucked out of him, he would refill with her own fluid. They were like one being, getting emptied and re-filling themselves off of the life force of the other. It was the most dangerous of games, the most sinful of pleasures, the most terrible of cycles. Yet, he could not stop. Every part of his body and mind were aching for her touch. If she so much as moved one muscle out of place, his body would surge in pain until he returned it to where it was supposed to be, grounded and linked to him. He clutched her and dug into her, with the very purpose to not let her go until death. His body craved her like heroine for an addict, his heart beat in sync with her own, his breath became on par with hers, the depth of his teeth within her increasing further and further, as deep and dark hunger grew within him. His own neck, pulsed and ached under the grasp of her teeth. His lips parted suddenly and yanked his teeth out of her when she, took a moment to pant and beg for more. He gasped for air, and nearly went limp in her arms again as he suddenly realized how much blood she was sucking out of him. She was more powerful, he hunger was more insatiable, and the moment she parted her lips, he knew that she was becoming his other half. He could feel, that she was the missing piece he needed...a piece that was double-fold his strength, a piece that could break him if she set her mind to it, suck him dry if she wanted to. It was that brief moment of parting that allowed his blood to regain it's vivid flow, so he would not pass out in her arms. She had no grasp of her own strength, and he didn't know what to tell her. Yet, his arms and body never relented, holding her as tightly as ever, yet...in a much, much more protective manner. He seemed to caress her body with his own, his tongue escaping to lick at the blood flooding out of her own wound before slowly sinking his teeth back in, draining her in that lustful cycle once again. There it was again, the pull of the unconscious. He didn't know why, perhaps it was because his blood had not been drained in decades, or perhaps she was just that strong, but no matter how much he emptied and flooded down his throat, she sucked more and more. To his surprise, however, she yanked her teeth out and panted as she looked at him, begging for answers. His black eyes stared at those crimson dyed lips, with blood covering her mouth from lip to chin. Her voice was comparable to the seductive songs of Aphrodite herself, and she pressed herself closer to him. He could not hold himself anymore. You're...stronger than me...now...your cycle...has begun after a year's passing...you've...become like me... His body leaned forward and his lips pressed to her own in an instant. His tongue, unfaltering, reached out to lick and swallow the blood around her lips and tongue, like a hungry, lustful protector. His arms clenched her and his heart starting beating stronger and faster, taking hers along with it to catch the same rhythm. He could not keep these sudden urged of emotions away, no. Everything in his body called for him to press his lips to hers, to press every part of her body into his own. He would not let her go, never let her go. For as long as they drew breath.