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

The sensation wasnt unpleasant, not exactly, but it did raise Ivys hackles in a way that made her fangs ache. She knew it well, the less than subtle movement of the unique energy wielded by witches. It wasnt entirely unlike the leyline currents that Vampires the ancient dead in particular drew heavily from to sustain their auras and allow the links they forged with their living kin. It was, however, different. A witchs soul generated its own force, or so was the standing theory, where vampires were leaches in every way, even to sustain their living soul. Ivy had watched plenty of them die, saw the light within them dim to nothing as the life left their eyes, but shed never fed from a witch. The temptation was there, even standing before a legion of vampires and witches that were looking to them for how to behave, to do exactly that. Malandra, however, was unique even to her kind. She wasnt completely witch, and she wasnt mutt that was a result from breeding with humans to inflate their numbers, either. Unless Ivy missed her mark which she rather doubted in the extreme there was something demonic about her little wife. The scent of it increased when the woman tilted her head back and raised up on her toes. It was unexpected, and Ivys body tensed just before the witchs lips slanted across her own. Ivy wondered absently if the woman had someone else in her life, a lover or a pet, while the witchs kiss lingered. A delicate hand settled on her shoulder in a feather-soft touch that spiked her blood with adrenaline. It was stupid to think this entire thing had been arranged just to assassinate Ivy and cripple the last standing family of vampires in the city, but witches sometimes did things that made little sense to vampires, and the fear was hard to ignore. Not that a coven leader like Malandra would need to touch Ivy to kill her, it just made it a lot easier. The vampire shivered with adrenaline and anticipation, and when she felt no hostility forthcoming, she extended their chaste kiss into something headier. Her tongue wriggled against the womans lips, seeking entry, and dove passed them eagerly when she allowed it. Ivy was exploring, testing the boundaries to see where the witch would stop her. The vibrating power that radiated off the woman was equal parts irresistible and infuriating, and it dug up the instinctual need to force her submission. Ivy nearly growled under the weight off it, and then gently set the woman away from her before it got the better of the vampires reason. Now wasnt the time for that, not under the watchful eyes of the slew of witches that stood ready to unleash hell at a moments notice. Mal smiled up at her, something curious in her dancing eyes as she reached up to delicately brush her fingers over Ivys lips. Ivy caught her hand to glance curiously at her finger tips. The red lipstick she had cleaned away was on them, and she smirked at the little spot of color. Ivy watched the witch curiously as she nipped at her finger tips, careful not to cut the delicate digits on her sharp teeth, and then gently licked them to clean away the little smudge of color. The exchange was strangely fitting, and Ivy used her hold on the witchs hand to turn her about so that she faced their now shared subjects. It stuck her as presenting a new Queen to her people, and Ivy grinned at the sight. In her minds eyes a very different scene played out, one where she presents the witch naked in all her glory with a beautiful collar about that slender neck and a leash securely wrapped around Ivys hand. The fantasy began was an amusing thought but ended with a very really lust making her eyes heavy-lidded. Shall we then? the question was rhetorical, but she asked it all the same as she tucked Malandras hand into the crook of her arm. Dinner waits. Getting down the aisle and out the doors proved to be more time consuming than Ivy liked - particularly with the possessive weight of Markuss own hunger beating at her back. When they finally emerged, it was to dive immediately into the waiting limo that would drive them around a bit to allow everyone else time to get to the reception before them. The human driver was neutral, and for the first time, the pair would be able to speak face to face without the weight of negotiations or their perspective people. Talking, however, was the very last thought on Ivys mind as she reached out to drag the gorgeous little witch into her lap. I love the dress, she confessed even as she pushed the material up the womans legs in a greedy attempted to get her cool hands onto the witchs vibrantly hot skin. And the necklace, she smirked, as she admired it, and the flawless skin beneath it. Id like them both better off.