Thread: Edana, Goddess of Passion (Xana and Durihan)

How Iris did it, Gareth would never know. Over the years he ha very well become jaded in many ways. And yet at but a single utterance of being desire, Gareth couldn't help but smile. It was no secret that a vampire could manipulate and control others. And those super natural beings that were immune to such power either immediately killed the vampire or ran from it. Nymphs were such beings that preferred the first option over the last. Be it from fear due to the potency of their blood, or the disgust of a being completely and utterly corrupt from it's natural form. When a Nymph and a Vampire met, either the Nymph would be drained completely dry... Or the Vampire would be hung out in a viney prison to a wait the coming sun rise. So for Iris to desire him, to truly want him of her own free will... Be it a stroke of the ego or just one more sensation, Gareth couldn't help but obsess over her more. Time seemed to pass by faster then normal when he was with Iris, and yet any moment without her felt like a waste of his time. Before Gareth realized he was sitting on a bed of ivy Iris had moved in to kiss him. Though to call it a kiss would be in lacking. There was desire, need, longing in those lips as they pressed to his. Her tongue quick to follow and press to his. He matched her intensity with his own, hands coming up to grab at her hips, trying to pull her more into himself. Of course she had other ideas, being the removal of his clothing. His jacket, cravat, and shirt finding their way to the ground. She baited him with a passionate kiss, an even more so with a moan as their lips locked.. And yet in an instant she moved away, dropping to her knees to continue with his clothing. Gareth finding himself disappointed, that disappointment fading rather quickly though as their gaze continued to be locked on one another. His eyes watched every bit of ivy recede from her body, images of the things he had done to each exposed part of her coming into his head. Her breasts, how he caressed them, how he fucked him, how he came on them. Her nipples, an almost scary temptation when he sucked upon them to bite down. And her folds, truly a spot of utter devotion.. Many a night spent ravaging it, caressing it. This night would be no different. Of course set aside of her physical beauty there was that one thing that Gareth desire just as much, Iris pulling her hair up so that Gareth could freely indulge of her neck. Please, I would like to taste. He added before bringing his hands down to her, helping her up to join him on the bed. Though he didn't move, Iris finding her place upon his lap only inches from his face. The heat from her body relaxed Gareth. The smell of peaches and flowers seemed to woft from her. One of his hands moved to the back of her head, softly tilting it to the side while the other went down to the end of her back, just above her round shapely ass. He pushed her own a little more for her to press herself to his member. Though it took only seconds before she would feel the familiar sharp pain in her neck, his teeth biting the same spot upon her flesh. By impulse alone his hands pushed harder, gripped her hair harder, his prey not escaping as he fed. Though he didn't expect her to. With each pump of her heart her neck would surge with blood, Gareth's lips practically glued to her neck so not a single drop could escape. That moan that she had let pass or lips while they kissed was returned now as Gareth groaned into her neck. His eyes starting to dilate as her blood practically felt like a drug. His cock seemed to grow harder and longer every moment he fed upon her. Gareth thrusting up to rub against her moist and heated entrance. Though it he would stop after a little while, head cocked back to look up at the moon. His mouth wide open, lips red from her blood, sharp long fangs dripping red. He would quickly look back at her, forcing a hungry kiss against her lips. His fangs would disappear as they kissed, her own blood being pressed to her lips, to her tongue. This only caused Gareth of course to suck on her tongue, her lips. To completely and utterly have his way with her mouth in both a need for her blood and a craving for her. Truly Gareth felt alive again.