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

There you are. Ivy was viciously callous when she wrapped her fingers around the womans arm and yanked her hand away from where it played between her thighs. It wasnt that she didnt welcome the stimulation, but rather that she needed a cool head if she meant to be anything other than slobbering mess of instinct driven madness. Particularly since she was now certain her little wife was hearing her stray thoughts loud and clear. Her other hand wrapped tightly around the witchs neck to make sure there was not tempting flesh for her fangs to nibble on. The kiss she indulged. She enjoyed the bruising impetus behind it and the trickle of magic that made her hackles rise. Thats enough I think, she murmured on a husky breath as she pressed the woman back. Ivys eyes shined silver as the moon while she studied the little witch. For all her preternatural strength, one good shock of that trickling energy that pulled through her would make it damn hard to keep a good hold on the creature that writhed in her lap. Slowly, a wicked grin turned the corners of her lips upward. She hadnt seen that little maneuver coming, and the woman was fast, even when compared against Ivy herself. Her shoulder even ached a touch. It was strangely reassuring that the woman could fend for herself, and deeply exciting to know that subjugating the creature wouldnt be as easy as petting her into submission. Ivys eyes jumped from Malandra to the window that was closed between them and the driver. She would very much like to tell him to keep driving a little longer, but sadly, they were already slowing down. Well have to finish this discussion later, I think, the vampire purred as she made herself set her wife gently away from her, and then began fixing the womans skirts back into place. Do you think you can contain yourself long enough to make it through a dance and a meal without begging for more? she was teasing the woman, but Ivy was distracting herself first and foremost. When she was done setting Malandra back to rights, Ivy sat back to fix her own clothes just as the limo came to a stop. The situation was not at all what she had expected it would be. First of all, she hadnt imagined sex to be on the table. If anything, she had anticipated a generally harassing pain in the ass that was civil because she had to be. Given a witchs tradition of betrayal and backstabbing for power, she supposed there was still the very real possibility that the woman that was no her wife might very well be looking for a soft spot to stick a blade. Shed have to keep an eye on the woman, and on her own thoughts in the meantime. Until she was certain there wasnt some secondary game taking place behind the scenes, there was very little poking around that she could safely allow. Ready? the car door opened, and Ivy lifted her attention back to the woman, her own eyes already settled back down to their normal grey. She didnt wait for an answer but climbed out of the limo to reach back and help Malandra out. They had reserved a hall at a human hotel. It went against her grain, but it was neutral territory. Witches had thrown up numerous wards that made her skin crawl, but so had her kindred set up their own unique protections. While she doubted the fey would care much about this little event beyond the annoyance of their enemies working together, she would much rather be in a building built from iron rather than from steel. Steel was useless, it was too pure. Iron, however, with all its flaws and impurities, was so human and imperfect that it remained the best poison against the fey and their ilk. A dozen minds opened up to Ivy was she walked the witch inside the building. Each brushed her thoughts briefly to acknowledge her, feed her information, and then moved back to their task. She shared the ritual with her wife, let her see the glimpses of images and feel the snippets of thought as they came and went. Except for Markus, that she jealously kept to herself. It looks like we might actually be able to enjoy a pleasant meal after all, she was talking to keep her thoughts away from the taste of the woman that still lingered on her tongue. What did you pick, the chicken or the steak?