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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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[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.]

[That... that kind of showniness is a thing his own orgasm just sort of gets lost in. He seems okay with her being leaned on him and having kind of trapped his hands on her breasts. He might not have a showy reaction only because he's kind of dead.]

[She's already gotten more reactions out of a dead man today than most people, she'll live with that for now. But she does eventually sit back up so they can untangle and disengage.]

...I really hope you didn't need me to do anything involving a lot of walking tomorrow.

No, not really. I take it this will be a regular thing, then?

Don't sound so smug.

[Poking his cheek.] Undead as you may be, you're alive enough...I'm bettin' I'm not the only one what saw stars. Tell me honestly...you want me very much to say 'yes' to that, don't you?

I don't see how you would be honest, saying no.

[He chuckles, and stares at her.]

I am not going to lie, though, I enjoyed that... considerably so, in fact.

I wouldn't have been...but if you're demanding honesty of me, I feel it's only fair I demand some transparency from you, isn't it?

Well. I have decided I wish to keep you here. I'm not sure in what capacity completely, yet, but it has been far more interesting since you got here.

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...Will I be allowed to leave the grounds, at all?

[She flushes, faintly.] I don't intend to escape, but I don't need to sleep very much and I find all the stone and brick unsettling, sometimes.

Well, yes. You can look after yourself, and I don't think anyone can stop you. Wander as you need to, you live here, Shirin.

There's a time limit though, isn't there...Once a month still, isn't it?

[Well now she's just...idly playing with his hair because dude, shit's soft as hell for a dead man's.]

But I doubt I'll go that far.

Yes. I can only function for so long before the hunger takes me. Though... I suppose that if you left I would just return to the older system.

[A brief, dark expression crosses her face, but it's gone quickly.]

We'll still need to do something else. I realize I didn't explain before, but...the last time a vampire subsisted off an elf's blood, the sunlight in their veins turned them into a shambling monster, a daywalker with no mind and no conscience. Tempering that with other sources should prevent the madness, and I don't know what me giving it willingly changes, but.

[She pauses, and rolls over to sitting up, which conveniently means he can't see her face.] As I said. It should mean you never have to take enough to kill, again.