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[You know what, this is the kind of mood I'm in.

So let's call it a little bit in the future. Perhaps after Konstantin has gotten to listen to many an argument between certain siblings about how much trouble Shirin would theoretically be in for dhampir babies.

...The protests have changed to a more direct 'shut up', of late, although it's been a slow, subtle process, and may not mean anything at all. Whatever else has happened, this night, after the requisite argument and teasing over the number of inn rooms, a certain prince might actually find a knock at his door.

This is certainly going to go...some sort of way.]

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I--! [Well she can't really respond if he's going to do that, at least not immediately, but she can suddenly roll her hips in the most unfair fashion she can manage. so there's that.]

I think...t-that I trust you not to hurt me...when you're not in complete control, Konstantin...

[And she'll even reach up with her free hand, to cup his face, when she says that.]

[He'll press a kiss to her palm when she does that, to prove she's not the only one who can be sweet.

...Though that is a bit of a counterbalance to the hand that's now slid behind her hip for better leverage for the grind.]

[He can get up under hip, she'll wrap her legs around his waist and use that for as much leverage as she can manage. Given the sounds she's making, this is definitely getting to her.]

[If she's clinging like that he's just going to grab her ass instead. He is certainly feeling it, especially now that he's clinging, but he's never once stopped staring directly down at her the entire time.]

Konstantinnn...

[She's pretty much groaning his name against his lips, but she's not really willing to break eye contact either, flushed and turned on as she is. Of course, it's not only a look of unbridled lust she's giving him, and that's eminently obvious.

He's got her about where he wants her, at this point. There's no way she can think of to win this now.]

S-something you wish to... say, love?

[Because that's not like the most unbalancing thing he could do in this situation. She's definitely getting to him, but he's not letting her win this contest of wills -- and how pronounced and deliberate his thrusts are getting is proof of both these facts.]

[He can probably see the moment what's left of her pride just snaps, about half a second before she closes the rest of the distance and just kisses him, with absolutely every ounce of passion in her. For an elf known for her hot temper and unelfish impatience...that's a whole lot.

As she said, they do value actions over words.]

[And that is the signal for him to just pick up to an absolutely relentless pace, now that she's snapped. And he's willing to kiss back as good as he can give, now that that's out of the way, and he knows she doesn't mind the fangs.]

[If he's going to pick it up like that, he'll find her grinding with almost wild abandon, doing her damndest to keep this from being entirely one-sided.

She does eventually break the kiss for some truly impressive moaning, since she does need to breathe more than he does, but she's not letting go of his hand anything soon.]

[She breaks the kiss and he works at kissing down her neck, then, a contrasted softness for how much he's apparently trying to delay the expedition by making her unable to walk.]

[He's got her about on the edge, if how erratic and harsh her breathing's coming and her body is moving. She's doing her damndest to hold out for just a little longer, which apparently means groaning his name right into his ear.]

She really needs to lean that if she's gonna do that she puts one of her ears right in his face - a fact he's teaching her by running his fangs along one.]

[And that's the final straw, getting her to spasm hard and cry out a moaned and mangled attempt at his name, arching her back hard from the force of what was a truly impressive orgasm.]

[Well, it takes him a few moments more to work himself into an orgasm. But he licks her breasts over while she's still sensitive and coming down from one, no complaints, right?

If she's clinging so, though, he can't really detangle though.]

[she'll untangle herself after a second, give her a moment. And just...exhale long and slow.]

Understand?

[Now he's sitting up on the side of the bed.]

Well enough.

[Rolling over to draw a finger down his spine, idly.]

I suppose I have until we get to Ra-Zehman to figure out how to explain myself to my mother.

I'm a prince. I doubt you'll have much to explain.

[He hisses a bit, but it's a content noise.]

Prince of Aravalle, that part will matter.

[...:3 well she'll keep doing it, then.]

I'll figure it out. I have four siblings, they can afford a couple of us not going about making pure kathaan babies or whatever.

You seem so very interested in the strangest things...

[He chuckles a bit.]

Aravalle was an elven ally. I imagine that matters some.

I just like your reactions. [Leaning over to press a kiss to his shoulderblade.]

Yes. I mean...she won't be happy about it, not at first. But I doubt she'll try to prevent it...and she'll come around.

It wouldn't be the first duel I've fought, if your family objects.

[He reaches back as best he can and strokes her hair.]

Do not duel with a druid, love.

[She'll lean her chin on his shoulder, then, so he can reach for pets.]

I don't think it'll come to a full-on duel. Sanaz is the only sibling who likes me enough and I'm certain you can take him.

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