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

Malandra quaked, her head tipping back as much as the seats would allow because heaven above and hell below, Ivy certainly knew how to use her mouth. When Ivy's fingers found their way inside of her, she gasped if only because the pressure quickly spilled into a surge of pleasure, particularly when Ivy found her gspot and decided that needed as much attention as every other point of contact between them. The witch caught her lip between her teeth to quiet herself only to release it and a sultry, high pitched moan, her fingers clenching the fabric of her dress enough to nearly puncture the fabric with her sharpened nails. She felt the energy still firing between them, and found Ivy's emotions and thoughts fluttering through her synapses like an electric current. What an intriguing creature-- it felt different on a genetic level and of course it was, but that in itself was fascinating and foreign given that both of their kind had taken forms that looked so very much like humans, so similar externally for all of their internal differences. What Malandra felt that she latched on to however, was a tingling inclination that Ivy wanted her to be less... something. She turned the sensation over once, and again, and a third time, the study of it broken up by the fantastic feeling of Ivy's mouth and fingers working over, but then she discovered it amidst her pleasure-- Ivy wanted her to fight, to be a little less accommodating. Interesting. Malandra weighed the idea-- she would've thought, what with Ivy's instincts and commands and superior position in her hutch of vampires, that resistance would be the last thing she'd want, let alone tolerate, and yet, it was there, an inclination that probably came as an after thought more than anything else. Malandra had no reason to be afraid of Ivy's reaction-- even in small quarters like this and with Ivy's superior physical strength, if things broke out into violence she could manage her own safety... so she decided, for the sake of excitement and indulgence, to humor her vampiric wife's odd and momentary longing for resistance, to slide her foot surreptitiously up from Ivy's back and onto her shoulder before slamming it full force against her, shoving her wife back against her seat and away from between her legs. She kept her foot planted against Ivy's shoulder and collarbone, raising an impetuous brow at her even with her flushed cheeks and dilated, cat like eyes giving away her pleasure. She didn't need to say anything-- instead there was a tensing of the cord between them like she'd pulled all of the comfortable, relaxed slack in and sent a vault of challenge across the line. If Ivy wanted to get between her legs again, she'd have to try quite a bit harder, and Malandra was already attempting to calculate what Ivy might do first. She could certainly grab hold of her ankle and force her foot out of the way, or she could grab and yank Malandra towards her, rendering her in a very difficult position to get out of. She quickly moved to avoid the risk she'd left open with her ankle and landed herself above Ivy's lap on her knees, one hand coming up to viciously catch a handful of Ivy's hair while the other plunged, slithering easily to maneuver past all fabric in its path until she felt the warmed, soft lips of Ivy's own sex. She rubbed her middle finger against Ivy's clit. She panted, because this was quite dangerous, and there was no telling between her own violent nature and Ivy's raging instincts when sexual play would teeter into violence, but she couldn't find herself truly caring even as her body flooded with adrenaline and her heart thundered in her breast. She kissed Ivy hard, able to taste herself there and determined to take advantage of the few seconds she had advantage, if only because Ivy could not have anticipated her behavior. Well-- if things went south and her dress got shredded, if Ivy grew angry for her impertinence, she'd let Ivy know that she'd asked for it in the first place, because she had. She'd thought it, wanted it, and what kind of wife would Malandra be if she didn't answer those callings with vicious determination? She hummed into Ivy's mouth as a twinkle of magic spilled over her, just enough to turn her sharp, pointed nails into short, safe curves before she mimicked her wife's action and pressed two fingers inside.