Thread: Blood and Betrothal 2.0 (Leatrix Sage X Octopus Prince)

Malandra caught herself easily as Ivy tipped her onto the seats across from them, letting another chuckled curl from between her lips as Ivy tossed away her other shoe, her foot sliding along Ivy's shoulder to rest the crook of her knee upon that powerful curve. She held herself aloft on her elbows and tangled her hands in the thick, piled skirt of her dress, tugging it up so she could see Ivy as she listened to her vampiric wife's assertion that both of her theories were true. The chaotic, tangled pulse of their energies began to heat as Malandra felt Ivy's intent before she acted, her thighs quivering a bit as though Ivy's mouth had already touched her before she had even come close enough to do so. She bit her lip and rose her brows at the first question, the mere idea that she'd be frightened of anything a vampire could do laughable as far as she was concerned, but all at once her amusement was stolen from her, swallowed by pleasure as Ivy's tongue slid over her, temptingly separated by the fabric of her undergarments but certainly firm enough to make the witch arch and press her hips forward in yearning. The second question came and Malandra hummed, tipping her head where it rested against the seat back, her dark, wild hair already trying to escape from its up do, curls pooled along her collarbone and shoulders revealing the heavy rise and fall of her breath. I do enjoy most dangerous things, Ivy, She admitted, licking her lips to still find the coppery taste of their mingled blood there. To have a pretty, dangerous creature be mine body and soul was enough to have my interests aroused from the moment I saw you. But that is rather a sentiment, more than anything else-- what you're feeling is quite a bit different from a mere a sentiment. She purred, able to feel, still at a blurry sort of distance the raging eagerness to conquer that Ivy's instincts conjured in her. She could almost taste it on the air, that need, and while it was born both of their bond and Ivy's more keen knowledge of the danger of witches, the ability to sense her magic especially so close, Malandra felt the need to provoke it and see it to its fruition-- better she let this woman claim dominion over her sexually than it come to blows later on...though that would be entertaining in its own right, she realized. The last time I was afraid I can hardly remember, She lied, raising her brows at Ivy and pressing her heel provokingly into Ivy's back. If your instincts call for you to assert yourself, who am I to stop you? Just mind the dress. She mentioned, as though she had caught up part of Ivy's thought to shred her garment apart and leave her completely exposed. They still had the reception to go to, after all. Have your way with me now, and I'll make it up to you when we get home, She said so sweetly, the words obviously barbed to provoke her wife all the more to give in to her instincts and lay claim to her prize. Malandra had a feeling after all, that this wouldn't be a once and a while thing, this determined nature to be superior. Malandra could feel in their bond the many extending stands of Ivy's wards, and somewhere beyond it a deeply powerful and secret bond that would not reveal itself to her just then but that she could guess led out to her own sire, some powerful, deadly thing that she hoped never to meet with any luck. If anything, this need would manifest itself in multiple forms, sexually just being one of them. Malandra was flexible about seeing which ones she'd except, where she'd allow Ivy to have complete control and what she'd have to fight her wife for dominion over. This instance however, was not one she planned to fight, not with Ivy's head between her legs and her sex aching for attention. No, at least this time, she'd happily left Ivy be the boss.