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

Well wasn't this nice-- Malandra wasn't entirely sure what had stoked the fire in her new wife so abruptly, but she could take a guess at it given the way their bond, newly formed, began to vibrate with their conjoined power. Posessiveness, that's what it tasted like from Ivy's kiss still tingling on her tongue, and as she was whisked into the limo and into Ivy's lap, she had no complaints about that. It would be an entertaining task to navigate the possessive, protective instincts of a vampire lover, but she'd certainly had harder trials in her life, and the cool, pleasant feeling of Ivy's hands up under her dress made it well worth the effort. It had been enough in the first place, that kiss on the alter, but the way this vampire had teased at her fingertips as if she knew that was a weakness for Malandra was enough to have her fully on board with some salacious activity before the reception. Could vampires detect such things? Was it part of their bond? She was intensely curious. I'm glad you like my taste-- I have to say I wasn't expecting a suit, but it's well tailored. I could do better, but I certainly-- She gasped out a moan between drawling, flirtatious words, would prefer you less dressed as well. She caught Ivy's chin to pull her into another kiss, lowering her hand to tug loose the tie around Ivy's neck. She bit at her wife's lip in a tease, a provocation she was sure would be met in kind as she deftly unbuttoned shirt buttons without needing to see them, getting a handful of the woman's breast in her palm and kneading until the nipple was lightly pinched and tugged between her thumb and index finger. The driver had the sense not to interrupt their enticing exchange, and Malandra let out a low, sinister laugh as the partition between them and the driver began to give off a mechanic whirring as it rose and closed them off from the driver's view. The binding of their souls and energies seemed to strangely add to the physical touches they shared, and Malandra, though thoroughly enjoying herself, was minutely distracted by it. She could.... Feel-- what Ivy was feeling, the heady, intense pound of her instincts, though at a distance enough to identify that it wasn't coming from Malandra herself. Malandra liked the feeling, but she wondered what resonated from her across the gap, how her own lust and intrigue and amusement might pang through Ivy's senses. If anything the vibration of Ivy's instincts to claim her aroused her more, one of her heels landing in the seat across from them as she parted her legs to let Ivy touch her, already wet and hot underneath a pair of barely there lace panties. If not for the fact that the reception stood as an opportunity for their forces to familiarize themselves with each other, to get a proper party in where for once in a century there wasn't hostility abound between them, Malandra would suggest they skip it all together. But she wasn't about to miss that interaction. She needed to keep her eyes on the witches and vampires alike, to make sure everyone played nice and there wasn't any ritual sacrificing or communal blood letting going on that wasn't... well, consensual. Honestly, she'd be absolutely delighted if their reception turned into a blood soaked orgy, but well- that might have to wait until they'd been working together a little longer. She broke the kiss, breathless and grinned, gold eyes showing off her nature when rather than being blown wide with arousal, her pupils had contracted into slits, a sort of glow resonating from her irises. I can feel your instincts egging you on, Ivy. Am I provoking you, sweet heart? Should I quiet down a little, or does it turn you on that I'm giving you an adrenaline rush? She was flirting, but in the same pass it was a genuine question-- she hadn't bothered in ages to mask her power in any way given that it was better people know she was lethal from a mile off, but if her wife was going to be incensed by the intensity of it, she would attempt to compact her deadly aura so her wife could think straight. This would be a fun little game though, unfurling her power when she wanted a rise out of her wife, when she wanted to coax on this feral, possessive nature... she'd have to be careful though, she already knew that much.