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[So. It's been a couple months, perhaps, since things became very strange for a certain elf and...probably pretty routine for everyone else in Aravalle. Sure, a small menagerie of woodland animals has managed to sneak into the castle grounds and disturb the poor gardeners and groundskeeper, and Shirin herself is actually remarkably difficult to find for anyone who can't track her by blood, but she's a quiet semi-permanent houseguest, and does her best not to disturb the staff while they wait for the masquerade to pass. She declined--vehemently to be seen in the capital; her being anywhere near politics was very unlikely to go over well with the elves and it probably wasn't worth international incident for Konstantin to bring a snack to the whole thing.

But now that things are due for a return from whatever ridiculous debacle the party was, certain elves are...oddly restless. Prone to pacing the length and breadth of the castle like some sort of caged beast. Unsettling the hell out of pretty much every member of the household and Aravalle's own court. Possibly pinning one noble to a wall with an arrow after he got too pointedly loud about complaining where she could hear. Things like that.]

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Hmm.

[She shivers pretty hard, but she is apparently taking the opportunity to snake a hand down between him and grope at whatever he's hiding in those tight leather pants.]

That's a problem. Because what I want involves you thinking far less clearly through a frankly ridiculous level of lust. Tends to make the sex better that way.

[She might be getting more than she expected in that sort of teasing. Excalibur jokes, etc. He will respond in kind by grabbing her ass.]

I see... Well then, my bed is right there.

And you are kind of preventing me from moving, so.

[Not that she's helping, any, because she is definitely working on getting her had actually in his pants and, well, she's actually pretty incredibly dexterous, so good luck.]

[He pinches her ass then, and then pulls away, heading for the bed even with his pants half undone. Ain't nothing going to slow down a goddamn vampire, it seems.]

[She is apparently taking this as a challenge, because not only does she slap his ass on her way bedward, she's also casually pulling off her own shirt in one smooth motion as she goes.

She is, as one might expect, incredibly hot, and her tattoo comment might make a bit more sense now, since she has a lovely pair of half-sleeves that go across her shoulders in spiralling, intricate designs. Since he can read elven, he may be able to make out it's mostly detailing her place and relation inside the Najafi family.]

[Well, he could do just that, yes, or he could he respond to her doing that by just openly groping both of her breasts with surprisingly nimble hands. He does seem to be looking over her tattoos some, but it might be somthing to look at while he gropes and goes after one of her ears.]

[That does get a yelp out of her--partially because unless he remembered to pump some blood through them his hands are probably a little colder than she's used to, but also because she's actually incredibly sensitive, as it turns out. She's also going to respond by leaning up to lick up his neck, see how he likes it!]

[He seems to like it actually quite a bit, bit it's not making him stop in groping her in the slightest, though. It does however get a bit of a chuckle out of him.]

Isn't honesty rewarding?

You are way too coherent.

[Seriously, buddy. That's just getting her back down in his pants with the legendary sword down there, and she's going to be fucking ruthless in how she teases him.]

[That gets an actual hiss out of him, and him stumbling back some toward the bed. but she will find two can play at this game, and that his hands have leeched enough body heat to where his own downstairs teasing won't be too cold, fortunately.]

[And that, in turn, gets a groan out of her, and her legs go a bit weak, so she does have to grab onto his shoulder for balance, with her free hand. She does realize that this kind of escalation isn't going to end well for her, though, so she is going to shove him back onto the bed the second she has enough balance to do so without going ass over kettle.]

[And therein lies the problem: he has no issue with using that he's already teasing her downstairs to say, grab her leg and pull her down with him in this mess. But why would he want that? So he can continue to be a giant tease and work his other back up to one of her breasts, since she's now right there and going nowhere.]

[As a bonus, that does also mean she's now basically making all her noises right into his ear. It takes her a moment to rally, but once she does she's just going to finish removing his pants entirely, here. Which...may be a trick since they never got rid of his shoes but she will make this work.]

C-c'mon, you can't actually be this composed...

[he is fine with this, it turns out. and she gets a reprieve from the groping while he returns the favor and pulls her pants off.]

Does it bother you, Shirin?

[He's punctuating that with thoroughly licking the inside of one of her ears, his breath actually a bit quick and ragged and cold as he does.]

A-aaah! [That pretty much paralyzes her for a moment, before she decides to...bite down at his neck. Shirin I'm not sure it's possible to give a vampire a hickey, whatre you doin'.]

O-of course...I won't be the only one b-broken down!

Oho...?

[She did get a bit of a gasp out of him, but he's happy to return the favor and just bite her neck in response. Not even drinking, but, hey. He's got fangs, it might be a little more effective.]

[There is no one in the castle who did not hear the noise she just made, given the volume she made it at.]

Nnngh...Konstantinnn...

You're precious, this wound up.

[And he's going to just pull her onto his dick with that one, immediately setting to a merciless grind. Given the grip he has on her hips and ass, he seems to be trying to ruin her coherency.]

[Given that grip, she can't quite fully explode from the word go, but she is grinding on his dick as hard as she possibly can. She's also going to kiss him impressively savagely.]

[He seems to above everything else enjoy the kiss, but he is going to be fucking relentless with that thrusting, since well. She wanted to see him be relentless, right?]

[She did, yes, and it does inspire her to ride him as wildly and desperately as she possibly can. It seems a little less about trying to wear him down or break his rhythm as it is about her being just that worked up, and when she does finally have to break the kiss for air, she kisses desperately down his throat and jaw, her breath hot and ragged against his skin. No one can say she's not an elf of high passions.]

[This seems to be the reaction he wanted, given he's pulling his hands off her hips and is going for groping her chest: she might get the impression that he is trying to just keep working her up.]

[The moment he moves his hands, she's using that new freedom to make that grind as suddenly unfair as she can, and apparently, she's been around enough to make that very considerably unfair. It's about all she can do, though, with that groping--she's even more sensitive now than earlier, and she groans against his skin.]

K...Konstantinnn...

[He is desperately trying to keep pace with her, but it is going to be folly in short order if she's come that alive. He will pinch her nipples though, to see if that throws her tempo off.]

Go ahead...

[It'll do a little more than that, since she's unable and frankly kind of uninterested in holding back her orgasm a second longer. She rocks her way through it, to an almost impossible pace, before coming down into a shudder, limply draped against him while trying to catch her breath.]