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

Ivy found herself grinning when the woman in her lap gasped out a little moan while she tried to flirt. One some level, she was aware that the forming connection was to blame for what they felt. It wasnt exactly unexpected at least, not on Ivys side of the equation. Malandra was not the first, Ivy was the sire of many, and the instinctual drive to claim what was hers was expected. The witchs eager response, however that she hadnt imagined. Instead she had envisioned horror, repugnance, or at the very least as general distaste for physical contact. What she had instead was an eager and willing body squirming in her lap. The woman drew her into another kiss and ivy growled beneath it. The little witchs fingers tugged her tie loose, and then sharp teeth caught Ivys lip. The vampire tugged her head back, her tongue sweeping over the little spot of pain as she measured the witch in her lap. Those deft fingers were making short work of the buttons of her shirt, and by the time one of those hands closed hot and greedy over one of her breasts, Ivy had changed her mind and brought a hand up to cup the back of the womans neck and yank her down for a deeper kiss. She sucked the little witchs tongue into her mouth hungrily, and in one gentle bite, pierced Malandras tongue as well as her own. Blood welled immediately from the tiny cuts and mixed as they fed off of the shared high. Somewhere in the back of her mind was the shadow of Malandras essence. She tasted it in her blood as surely as she felt it taking form. Whispers of impressions, flashes of emotion, bursts of the seething, natural fount of energy. It was taking form slowly, much more slowly than what she was accustomed to, and it created a drawn, tense anticipation of knowing the womans mind more intimately. The witch laughed as the patrician whirred closed, and Ivy felt her amusement break through like a single, clear note ringing out about a den of chaotic noise. It wasnt a smooth knowing like it was between Ivy and any of her wards, but it was seemingly more intense a connection. The little witch spread her legs in a silent offer that lost her one of heels, but neither of them paid it any mind. Ivy wasnt about to deny the woman, and her hands slipped up the inside of her thighs to let her thumb slip beneath the edges of her lace panties. One found the eager little button of her clit already hot and swollen and feathered slow circles around it while the other softly stroked the womans damp lips, enjoying the vivid arousal. Centuries of blood shed seemed to vanish behind the weight of Ivys need to bend the beautiful woman to her will, to hear her beg, to feel her submit to her will. Malandras inner strength and eager response to Ivys touch only seemed to make it worse. The kiss ended when Malandra pulled away, and the vampire was taken aback by the golden, cat-like eyes that were glowing at her in the dim light in the back of the limo. The witch asked her questions, and Ivy grinned at her taunting way of teasing her. It was a relief to know that she understood what she felt, and what it meant, and the last vestiges of gauged restrain began to leak away as Ivy relaxed back to enjoy the sight of the wriggling woman in her lap. Both, she answered after a moment of consideration. You are provoking me, she growled as she shifted her hands reluctantly away from the warm center of Malandras being to gently, but resolutely, push the woman back until her dainty little hands rested on the seats behind her. That provocation turns me on, Ivy went on as she took away the womans other heel and tossed it carelessly aside. The witch knew, she understood, and that part of her that was eager to tare the womans dress to shreds and devour her was desperate to use that was justification to do whatever it wanted to her. The sane, sensible part of her wasnt reluctant, but watchful, and wanted to take its time with this new experience. Does what you feel frighten you? she asked as her hands slipped beneath the womans hips. Ivy lifted Malandra effortlessly, and she paused to admire the unique beauty of her arousal slickened lips behind the thin protection of lace before she flattened her tongue against the fabric and licked. Or is playing with something deadly what makes you so wet and eager?