[R] New Years Eve, -Cont.

[Claude Lorette]

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It was in an instant that her power threw itself up around her and she released his shoulders as if burnt. She winced, feeling the sudden change in his aura that she had not earlier sensed because her own power had been too focused on learning about the ardeur. Now, it was raging around him and she stared at the almost visible aura that was fighting for freedom from Jayme. It was like a beast, in a lycanthrope. Constantly fighting for freedom. It was something she'd felt on a few from Belle Morte's line when they were looking at other women, those they lusted or loved. She didn't completely understand why Jayme was fighting the ardeur with her there. She had nothing to lust after, though that was a complete lie. Her sweater was hiding a rather nice sized bust, which he had probably seen without a sweater and simply a tee-shirt many times when she was coming home from class. Her hips were held by a jean material that was thin, but warm.

"Feed? Which hunger, Jayme?'

She knew a little more about the ardeur, thanks to her own power investigating it as her aura hid beneath her surface. It spent plenty of the last few minutes trying to learn more about the heat. The fact of it was, she wasn't sure how to appease it. It obviously went off physical contact. Her aura jumped to his, trying to comfort or soothe the manic heat. But there was nothing she could do. His skin seemed to have paled, the dark blue ink standing out so brightly against his china-doll skin. She frowned again, trying to think.

"What can I do, Jayme?"

She whispered. Her voice was soft, slightly husky. She never whispered, but she rarely spoke at great lengths. Any change of tone might be interpreted as sexual or husky.

[Jayme Tisdale]

Jayme felt Claude recoil from his body as if he had caused her physical pain, maybe he had unknowingly which made this all the worse. Grimacing as his fists worked from clenching to releasing to clenching again. Every muscle in his body was tensed with the effort not to spill over Claude and practically mind-rape her. Jayme shook violently as she stepped away and eased her aura over his, the shock of taking the heat from boiling down to slight simmering was evident. His knees almost gave way underneath of him with the release, but just in time he gripped the edge of the table fiercely to hold himself in place. In his half-crouched position, his dried ebony locks fell over his face like a silken curtain, hiding his expression from Claude, he didn’t want her to see him like this, for the expression on his face he knew must have been raw and animal-like. No humanity left though in his heart there was.

“Blood, I need blood.”

The words came out in a hoarse whisper after her almost seductive added words glided over his skin like satin. Fangs bit into his lower lip as he tried hopelessly to shove the ardeur back with pain not pleasure. Jayme knew this was a lot to ask from Claude. How would he have felt in her place? By the gods.. from what he had heard from down the grapevine, the girl had never even endured so much as a chaste kiss! How would she feel about him sinking fangs into her neck? Let alone what the ardeur might do to her. Well, by her reaction as of now he almost knew with certain proof that she hadn’t liked the taste of the ardeur she had just gotten. Ah, and that was only the beginning.

"It doesnt have to be your blood Claude, I can make it to the Circus I think."
But even then he was doubtful that there would be any pomme for him, but at least he could be away from her, and not jump her. Worse came to worst, he could writhe in a chair at Guilty Pleasures until the ardeur tapered down to something bearable, but that was no choice option.

Tilting his head up, he cast her remorseful eyes, that screamed I’m sorry, I’m so sorry for this. Though not a word or sound crept from the lips that dripped of the last remnants of stagnant blood left in his veins. Some party this was turning out to be.. more like a horror show Jayme thought to himself. Whatever had made Claude come to him tonight to cheer him up, whatever high standard or pedestal she had placed him on must be gone. How could anyone think highly of him now? Now that they had seen what a monster he could become? Who? Definitely not he.

[Claude Lorette]

His remorseful eyes meant nothing to her. Jayme was her friend. And vampires, of course, needed blood. She did not blame him for that. She had planned on a small party, but this wasn't turning out how she'd seen it. She didn't particularly mind though. She wasn't so opposed to having fangs in her neck. At least, she didn't think she was. She closed her eyes for just a moment, crimson hair falling across her tan skin as she walked towards him and dropped to her knees beside the crouched vampire. He needed to feed and by the looks of him, he would not make it to the Circus in time. Her aura slipped around his, but the restraint was so obvious. His face held a slightly animalistic air, but she didn't care. It was natural. She pushed some hair aside from her tan throat, brushing his hair away from his eyes gently.

"It can be me. I don't mind."

She murmured. Her voice was calm and the same as it always was when she was alone. Calm and accepting. She knelt her head slightly so she could look into his eyes, see the remorse in the emerald orbs. She smiled softly and offered her own neck to him, kneeling beside the vampire as he fought for control of both his blood lust and the ardeur. This was, maybe, the lesser of two evils. She didn't know for sure. She was not opposed to this in the least. It was like food. For him, her blood was food and food was a necessity. He wouldn't be able to function without it.

"You can use me."

Her voice was nothing but solid and truthful. She cared only about how he was at the moment. She hated seeing someone else in such pain.

[Jayme Tisdale]

The disbelief was evident in his eyes as Claude walked towards him and bent down low enough to see his face full on. Blinking slightly he forced his eyes to lose their glazed appeal, and to focus. Trying his best to look her square in the eyes and not at her pulse he nodded silently at her soft and truthful words. She didn’t seem afraid or repulsed by him, even after all he had done, she was okay with it. Flashing her a meek smile, more for her reassurance than his, he slowly inched towards her shakily.

It took every ounce of willpower not to pounce on her and rip her throat open at the sigh of her pulse fluttering against the tanned flesh surrounded by her fiery crimson hair. Wetting his lips eagerly he gently laid Claude flat on her back atop the floor as he scooted beside her. Tilting her jawline towards him he held her in a tight embrace to steady her body so no accidental rips or tearing occurred, he couldn’t bear the thought of her tender throat so marred.

As he leaned in toward her as if to kiss, his lips hovered atop hers as he whispered, “Thank you…” against her before pressing his pale lips atop her rouge in a chaste kiss. If he was going to have to do this, he might as well make it pleasurable he thought to himself hastily, though his actions were not. Slowly he kissed from her lips, to along her jawline, then slowly down her neck. Gently he grazed his fangs along her flesh to get her accustomed as his lids fluttered shut, his free hand working to the back of her neck, fingers delving into her thick, crimson hair.

Nearing her collar bone, Jayme paused momentarily to nibble the flesh tenderly, trying to reassure her this would be pleasure not pain. Jean-Claude had give him more than just the ardeur, he had given him the gift of a pleasurable bite that was more powerful than his own, more along the lines of Asher, his lover. Flicking his tongue quickly along the length of her pulsing vein he hesitated over the choice target. With one sharp movement he drove his fangs home into her tender flesh, he heard her gasp but within seconds he was sending his gift to her in orgasmic waves of heat and toe-curling pleasure as he drank from the opened vein. The more blood he took in, the better he began to feel. Whilst he drank, he also fed the ardeur some on her lust that crashed over his aura like an exquisite touch.

After taking his fill, Jayme reluctantly pulled back from her neck, licking the droplets of blood forming at the surface before rising enough to look her in the eyes. Blood seeped out of the corner of his mouth as the solid emerald eyes gazed at Claude like a cat that had just had a bowl of warm cream, he was basking in the dark witch’s rich and powerful blood, he had never tasted anything like it before. Leaning backwards he crossed his legs Indian style and pulled Claude onto his lap as he propped her up in his arms while he waited for her to recover. By the looks of it, he had well and truly rolled her, god, he hoped she didn’t hate him for it… regret sank in.

[Claude Lorette]

As he leant forward and gently laid her on the floor, she felt a slight tinge of nervousness. But it was not fear. It was just anticipation. Wonderment as to what was coming. He was inching near her shakily and he held her in a tight grip as her jawline moved in his direction. He moved closed, as if to kiss her. Was it like to kiss her. Claude was unsure. She had never been kissed. But when he whispered "thank you" and pressed his pale lips against hers gently, she felt her cheeks flush lightly. He kissed down to her neck, his fangs grazing the tender skin as his free hand moved to her neck, locking into her crimson hair. He nibbled on the flesh near her collar bone. There was no fear of anything, simply a hot feeling in her body. She felt his tongue flicking over the vein and in a moment, his fangs sunk into her throat. She let out a small gasp, but a moment later she felt a heat spreading through her body.

She felt her own body relax in his grip as her blood ran into his mouth. She whimpered lightly, feeling an unknown pleasure washing through her body. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head for a moment before she covered the orbs with her tan lids, feeling cool air running over the puncture wounds in her throat as he finally pulled away. She blinked , dazed by the power flow, and looked at the solid eyes that were gazing at her in taste. He leaned back, pulling her into his lap and she lay in his arms for a moment. She was in shock. It had felt incredible. There had been that rush of heat which she'd never experienced before. There was something incredibly new about the feeling that had rushed through her body. She blinked, trying to clear her mind.

"Gods...that was...incredible."

She whispered.

"It was so warm..."

She looked at him with clear eyes, her azure orbs normal and not filled with anything but awe. There had been nothing in her life before this like what she had just felt. Incredible.

"Wow..."

[Jayme Tisdale]

Jayme gazed down at Claude, studying her, almost memorizing her every feature while he could without being detected as she recovered from the feeding. Her face was delicately formed, nose small, jawline soft to her chin with high cheekbones. He gazed at her eyelids, knowing the color that lay beneath them be a light, sky blue, like a summer’s day. Her skin tone was pale, but tinged with color from being in the sun, his natural tone was that color when he had been human. Jayme had spent much of his time shirtless anyways, it was more comfortable. But now, without the sun’s warm rays to bathe his body in its glow, he was left to return to his god-given pallid hue.

Dotting her pale complexion were minute freckles that seemed to cover her body, well, not that he would know that entirely. But from what he saw, they did. Some people didn’t like freckles, but he thought it added to her beauty, there weren’t too many to be overwhelming, but just enough to make them seem right. Framing her face was her silken soft red hair that cascaded over the arm that rested under her head. She was beautiful. Jayme had never really had a chance to truly look at Claude up close, to examine her body for fear of her noticing and guessing that he was just ogling her. Not true.

As she stirred, he rubbed her cheek with his thumb gently to help her rouse. The look in her eyes as her lids fluttered open was not the disgust he had half-expected to see. But an adoration in a sense, a warm gaze. Her words smoothed away the frown lines that had formed at his brow, and put a smile on his face. His cheeks were flush with the new blood, her blood. He was warm to the touch, and as human as he got. At her astonished words he nodded silently. There would be no point to explaining what had just happened, it was something left to feel, to touch. Not to explain.

When a silent pause hushed over them, Jayme lifted Claude’s body to a sitting position. Staring at her with sober, human green eyes, he pulled her forward and kissed her tenderly. At first he didn’t know why he did it, it was like an impulse, a split second decision, but once made he paused over her lips, just hovering, waiting to see what she would do.

[Claude Lorette]

Her eyes had fluttered shut during the process of his feeding and the azure orbs were still covered by eyelids as his eyes took in her body, her face. Usually, her tone was reminiscent of that which was her mothers, Brazilian. Occasionally, the obviousness of German heritage slipped out. But now, she was pale and freckles stood out like stars in the night sky. The crimson locks only seemed to enhance that illusion, as it just brightened the similar freckles against the currently pallid skin. But it was just a few spotting her cheeks, and neck and hands that he could see. Beneath the sweater and Hells Kitchen shirt her body was covered with freckles. But not so entirely that it was annoying. There were spatters of them across her body. Her head shifted slightly as his thumb brushed across her cheek and her eyes fluttered open. Her gaze was, in fact, warm as he had not thought it would've been. His cheeks were flushed and he felt human to her, warm.

He had lifted her body into a sitting position and his lips pressed against hers. She would admit that she was shocked. It wasn't something she had expected. But she moved her naive lips against his slowly, gently. When he pulled away from them and hovered just millimeters away from the soft flesh of her mouth, she looked at him with wide, uncertain eyes. But she didn't care much now. She leaned up and kissed him gently, naivety obvious in the way she moved. But it was not for lack of trying. She gently pulled away from him, looking at the vampire above her. Her eyes glistened, wanting obvious in the eyes even if she did not realize it.

"Your so warm..."

She murmured, looking at him with intrigued eyes. His aura still held that burning ardeur, but now his body held heat as well and she loved it. She had never thought a vampire could be so warm. The heat of his aura scolded her own, but she didn't care. She barely felt the burn. Her aura dropped its shields so it could heal itself slowly. Physic healing was not something she had yet perfected. She doubted he had noticed that his ardeur had scolded her cool aura. But now her shields were down, power dripped off of her form, buzzing slightly like the blood that he had taken from her.

[Jayme Tisdale]

A sense of relief washed over Jayme as he met Claude’s soft lips in a not so chaste kiss. Running his hands from her back, he skirted over her rear and gripped as he lifted them both from the ground to stand effortlessly. The young vamp could have held her there all day and not felt the slightest fatigue, but he wanted to move more, god he wanted to. With each hand holding a leg, Claude was straddling his slim hips, he could feel her quivering with the new sensations. Padding barefoot to the kitchen’s island, he sat her atop its surface with a muffled thud as he continued to explore her body with his hands ever so cautiously.

Placing pressure at her waist, he drew her body closer to him, fingers fumbling slightly to find the bottom of her sweater. Once found, he slid the fabric halfway up, fingers applying a firm touch to the small of her back. Tender lips toyed with hers, almost dancing in a sense, by this time, Jayme thought it would be safe to pick it up a notch or two. Tentatively he slicked his tongue across her lips, playfully entreating Claude’s lips entry. Once granted he delved into her mouth gently, no need to play tonsil hockey. After a few exploratory licks, he retreated to sucking on her lower lip, grazing his fangs across the soft flesh ever so lightly, he didn’t want to scare her away, but then again, he wanted some fun too.

Pulling away to give the pious girl a breather, he found himself panting, his heart racing with the rush of her blood. Then he realized, it was her heart affecting his, her breathing triggering his. With his hands still on her shirt, he felt her limp in his arms, she was surrendering to him completely, to do with as he pleased. Perfect. Sliding the sweater over her head, he found himself staring at a topless Claude, something he hadn’t seen before. Her freckles traversed over her abdomen, arms and breasts like her face and neck, not overwhelming at all. Beautiful in fact.

Burying his face in the hollow of her neck, Jayme brushed his soft lips across her pallid flesh, drinking in her lust like a drink with a straw he sucked. But this was only the preliminaries, the good stuff was to come. To fully gain what he needed for a true feeding, he needed sex. And so far, Claude wasn’t complaining… was this what she had had in mind for a New Year’s Eve bash? He seriously doubted so. Just when he had almost forgotten that Claude was a witch, he felt her shields dissolve, and her power surround his in a light breeze, but there was no wind. Shuddering some under its touch his nipples hardened, body tensed every muscle in his body, eyes bled to green. Leaning forward he brushed his cheek against hers delicately and whispered in a deep, husky voice.

“Do you want to do this?” Almost to accentuate the meaning behind the words Jayme pulled Claude closer and let her feel just how happy he was to be there, he was firm and hard pressed against her stomach, his fingers toyed with the top of her jeans, one finger slipped in to play with the elastic on her undies. If she was going to chicken out, he wanted her to do it now, before he lost his senses, and his control.

[Claude Lorette]

His hands had slip from her back further south and she meeped. A moment later, they were both up, he still holding her. She gently wrapped her legs around his waist so as not to slip from his grasp, she shivered slightly, not knowing what this heat in her own body was. He moved towards the island and set her atop his,, his hands roaming her body. In a moment, he had been pulled closer to her, the fabric of her shirt and sweater slid halfway up her body. His hands pressed against the small of her back and he kissed her, dancing along the the redness of her lips. He licked along her lips with his expert tongue and delved into her mouth. It was strange, having another tongue in her mouth, but she let him move around her mouth before he pulled back and sucked on her lip. His fangs grazed her flesh. She wasn't afraid. It was new. It was amazing and she liked it a lot.

At least, she thought she did. She limped her body, giving herself fully to him. She was his for as long as he wanted her. Her sweater and shirt slid over her head and the fabric dropped to the floor. He was staring at her almost nude abdomen,. Freckles covered her body in light smackles. She groaned slightly, unsure as to why he stared as he did. She didn't think she had anything to stare at. In truth, Claude had a nice bust, large for her petite form. But it suited her nicely. His face buried in the hollow of her throw, his lips pressed against the pallid flesh. She felt the heat in her body only intensify as he did this. She whimpered very lightly, feeling his nipples hardening until he brushed his cheek by hers and she heard his husky voice. He pulled her towards him and she felt him, hard and solid against her stomach. His fingers dances along her jeans, one finger slipping beneath her undies. She whimpered.

"Please...gods...Yes..."

She whispered. She didn't know what exactly she was asking for. Her body wanted this, even if her mind didn't understand it. It as an old rhythm, something that her body knew even if she did not. She kept her body against his, whimpering lightly as she felt him hard against her. She bit her lip gently, deciding that this was the time to be adventurous if there ever was one. Her pianist fingers slipped beneath his jeans to explore what lay beneath the fabric. She felt him hard and firm and her thin fingers played along his manhood. She looked at him with wide, naive eyes. She had no idea what she was doing. She felt her fingers dancing across his gems gently, blinking.

[Jayme Tisdale]

At her consent, Jayme was a tad bit astonished, he had pretty much accepted the fact that she wouldn’t want to go any further. The Master had had so many love life problems with Anita’s prudeness, what him think that Claude would be any different? Hell, she was a virgin, and Anita had not been, he thought his chances were cut in half. But, with the forward advances Jayme had delivered her, this was only a sample of what he could give her, thanks to the ardeur. But, even before his making, he had been an exceptional lover, women had commented on his size excessively, and not merely that, but his technique. No, he wasn’t one to boast, he’d rather explain through the act, and let the other decide for themselves.

With his face still in her hair he felt her make the first move of the night, quite relieving since he didn’t want to be a one man show. At her touch around his waist he shivered some, remaining stock still to allow her to do more if she felt the urge. Which, as her hands traveled lower, she obviously did. Biting his lip some at her featherlike fingers trailed over his shaft he couldn’t help but pull her closer as he worked himself at a better angle. It was almost too much when she played with his balls, the toe-curling pleasure washed over him and he bit his lip to stifle a deep-throated moan that came out anyways. Okay.. this was enough.

Cupping his hands over her rear he squeezed gently and picked her up as if she weighed nothing, and headed promptly to the coffin room, aka bedroom. As he entered the threshold, Jayme eyed the new bed Jean-Claude had given him, at first he had thought there would be no use for it at all. But Jean-Claude had told him otherwise, and now he was grateful to the wizened master vampire. Striding slower now to the king-sized, black lacquered, four-posted bed laced with pale green sheets the color of his eyes, and a black comforter. Holding Claude in one arm, he peeled back the sheets and laid her down onto the squishy bed. Disappearing out the door he returned with his lighter in hand. Opening the drawer at the bedside, he pulled out black and green candles. Lighting each, he put three candles on either bedside table, two small blacks, and a large green in the center.

Clicking the zippo lighter shut, he set it on the table, and closed the bedroom door to allow only the candle flames to light the room. Jayme strode back to the bed with such a hunger in his eyes it was almost smoldering. A broad smile painted his lips as he knelt on the floor in front of Claude. Each hand busied itself running up her legs at the same time. At first, just the outside in long, languid strokes, then worked towards the inside where he parted them at the knees gently to work his torso between them. Running up her thighs one last time he stopped short at the top of her jeans where his deft fingers undid the stubborn button. After unzipping them, he grasped the sides and gently slid them off in a smooth motion, tossing them at the base of the bed.

The vampire’s viridian eyes practically glowed at the sight of the beautiful girl sitting on his bed. Her tone had warmed in the candlelit room, her hair sparkled like fire, and her eyes drowning blue skies. As he gazed at what remaining strips of clothing there were, she wore blue cotton undies in boyshort cut, matching her bra. Jayme reached up and cupped her jawline, his fingers trailing through her crimson locks just as his rosy lips tasted hers in a deep, passionate kiss. The other hand trailed up her back, and unclasped her bra with a practiced ease. With both hands he released it, allowing it to fall away and expose her shapely breasts. His eyes widened some at the lovely view he was at eye level with on his knees as she sat at the edge of his bed. "You're so beautiful..." he whispered in a husk voice that had lowered an octave or two. Jayme couldn’t help but lean forward and kiss her neck, down to her collarbone, then cautiously he cupped her breasts in his firm hands, and squeezed gently awaiting her reaction.

[Claude Lorette]

He had pulled her small form closer to him and she heard him moan loudly as her fingers danced over his gems. He had scooped her up before she had a chance to do anything and squeaked when his hands cupped her buttox. She could see no hint as to where he was taking her, as her face was not in the proper angle, nor did she have eyes buried in the masses of crimson locks. She felt one arm leave her and heard the rustle of sheets and comforters. A moment later, she had been set down on the soft bed and he was gone. She felt confused, why had he left her? Had she done something wrong? But in just a few seconds, he had returned with his lighter. She looked naively at him until he pulled out candles and lit them on each bedside tables, two small black candles on the outside and a large green in the center. It was beautiful, to say the least. There was no comparison to true taste, which obviously Jayme had. You could often be hard pressed to find a straight man who truly treasured how things looked. How the atmosphere had changed since not too long ago when she had coated his door, and him, with streamers and silly string. He had shut the door and only the candles lit the room.

Her skin glowed in the faint light, illuminating each freckle on her upper body. He moved towards her and slipped onto the bed, his green eyes alight with a fire that Claude had never seen in anyone. It was a hunger for something that everyone possessed, Claude simply did not understand it. She bit her lip as he knelt down, his hands running up and down her legs at the same time. But soon they slipped to the insides of her legs, running up her thighs until he reached the top of her jeans. His talented fingers undid the offending copper button and ran the zip down its track. He grasped her jeans on either side and easily slid off the jeans, which were easily a size too big. Claude had no favor on her figure. But it was a lovely one, too lovely to hide. She felt her cheeks reddening slightly as he saw her in her blue cotton, all that remained of the clothes she had put on this morning. His hand cupped her jawline, fingers then embedding themselves in her crimson locks as he tasted her with his lips on hers.

His fingers had slipped to her back and had unclasped the blue bra with ease. His hands released the soft fabric and it fell away from her breasts. She saw his eyes widen when he looked at her, seeing her almost completely nude. Her cheeks flushed when he spoke and she whimpered lightly when he cupped her breasts in his hands and kissed down her throat. She whimpered again as he squeezed one of the breasts in his pale hands. She whimpered.

"No, you are..."

She whispered, one of her hands slipping up and locking itself into his hair gently. Her other hand was on his chest, drawing little designs with her slender fingers. She could no longer reach beneath his jeans without moving. And she was very comfortable, thank you very much.

[Jayme Tisdale]

Jayme felt Claude practically melt in his fingers as her nipples hardened at his delicate touch, which only made lower things throb with more intensity. As she drew her slender fingers across his chest he released her breasts to undo his own jeans with increasing fervor. Standing, he uncinched the copper button and teasingly lowered the the zipper down its track silently, exposing a clean line of flesh. Yes, as a stripper at Guilty Pleasures he was smooth, no happy trail here. But around his balls he kept trimmed, no need to bother there, its not like he got completely nude, why waste the time?

Shimmying out of them, the jeans fell in a heap at his feet. Stepping out of them he strode away from Claude, giving her a nice visual of his tight ass, yeah, he worked it. What else was stripping good for? A lot. Stopping at the opposing drawer, he pulled out a shiny foiled paper with an undoubted condom inside. Sure, he was dead, but very young, who knew how many of his little swimmers could still swim up stream and start life? He wasn’t willing to find out.

Turning to the side, he looked at Claude as he unwrapped the foil in silence, its crinkling the only noise but his and her heartbeat. Pulling out the ironically black condom, he slid it on with an ease that came from practice alone. Promiscuous? Jayme? No… After tossing the foil in a random corner of the bedroom he crawled upon the bed and stalked towards Claude with a wry smile, his eyes unfocused. Taking her hand in his he pulled her further onto the bed and lay her head upon one of the comfy pillows before spreading her legs. Almost diving between them he allowed his fingers to toy up and down her slender thighs; reaching for her last piece of clothing eagerly. Taking it in his fingers he tenderly ran it off of her body to expose a thin line of curly red to match the color of her hair, only a few shades darker. The rest was waxed curiously, and Jayme thought about bikinis and nodded to himself, he did it to for the g-string. Painful it was. Pulling the cloth all the way down to her ankles he discarded it along with the rest of their clothing.

Pulling his body up closer to hers, he worked his way between her legs but did not dare enter, she wasn’t ready and he was not about to make this a bad experience. He could tell she was nervous as soon as she saw him nude, saw his size, and a sense of wonderment. He doubted she’d ever seen a man naked, what a shame, such a beauty like her wasted. Jayme kissed along her inner thighs tenderly, then up her belly, licking a long line between her breasts ending at the base of her throat where he reached up and reunited their lips in a tender kiss that was anything but chaste. While he kissed her, he thought it an opportune time to take advantage of other things. Trailing his left hand down her side, he followed the crease where leg met torso till he reached her opening where he stroked gently before inserting a finger to explore the blockage that merely flexed as his finger pushed against it. No, he wouldn’t break it with his fingers, he would leave that honor to his manhood. Instead, he rubbed his fingers rhythmically over the small bump until he felt her writhe beneath him and strain in their kiss. This was more like it…

[Claude Lorette]

She was melting. She had to be in heaven as his fingers played with her breasts, her nipples hardening. She whimpered slightly, her body aching for something. His touch. His fingers trailed away from her breasts as he stood to undo his own jeans, sliding the off slowly, teasingly. She watched him with slight awe. He was clean shaven, but Claude didn't know that. He walked away slowly, completely nude, leaving her lying almost completely bare on his bed. She watched him as he pulled out a shiny foiled paper. Her health teacher had shown them condoms in class when she was in 11th grade or something along those lines. She finally realized what exactly was happening, but did not object. Her heart rate increased as he slid the black condom onto his length. He had crawled back on to the bed and, with those green orbs unfocused, he had pulled her towards him.

He had set her head, face flushed, on one of the pillows before he slipped down and spread her legs apart. She whimpered as his fingers teased her thighs. It was already apparent who the vocal one would be today. Slowly, the last piece of her clothing was removed from her body and he saw the slightly darker hair, then the more waxed area. It had been a dare. And Claude Lorette could never step down from a dare, especially not one from a classmate. The blue cotton was pulled to her ankles before it joined his jeans, her jeans and her bra on the floor. She stared at him, his size and the only thought in her head was 'is that...supposed to fit in me?'. He was large, very large. She blinked, staring at him. Never had she seen a man completely nude.

He was kissing along her inner thighs and she squirmed slightly at the sensations running through her body as he licked between her breasts and finally to her throat. His lips covered hers in nothing less than a passionate, rough kiss. His hand trailed down to her opening and he stroked it gently, sending shivers through her body before a finger slipped into her and merely moved against something inside of her. She whimpered as his fingers ran over a bump within her. Her body was aching for him. Exactly what she wanted, Claude had no idea. But her body wanted him. She moaned slowly, arching her body towards him, begging obvious in the way she moved her form.

[Jayme Tisdale]

He felt a rush of adrenaline sweep throughout his body as he heard her moan into his mouth. This was too much the ardeur had risen its ugly head and saw fresh meat in front of it, just waiting to nibble and taste. It washed over his flesh in a searing white heat that neither hurt, nor was pleasurable. A heat so hot, it felt cold. It was that moment that his body jerked and he found himself very up close and personal with Claude’s blockage. Testing it with his tip, he flexed his pelvis upwards and in, piercing it with a quick movement. Like a bandaid, its best to get it over with quick, and not drag it out.

Jayme heard Claude whimper and bite her lip but he fixed that shortly as he drove onward, pushing for every inch in her impossibly tight passage. Gritting his teeth he held himself in a pushup position, better for leverage and it gave Claude a better view of him as he worked himself in and out. After a few pushes she loosened and it was much easier to glide in and out. The ardeur fed patiently on the building orgasm but it wanted more, needed more. There was no doubt that Claude could feel the trickling power forming a metaphysical cloud around them, enveloping each of their bodies with its lustful touch.

With a more forceful appeal, Jayme kissed Claude with a raw need that the ardeur had instilled in his body as he fought for control. It was hard for Jayme to remember that he was no longer human, and his supernatural strength did not mix well with human bodies, especially in the throws of pleasure. After breaking the first girl he had had sex with’s pelvis, and sent her to the emergency room, he narrowly escaped persecution for it. She had covered it up, and claimed that she fell down the stairs to the RPIT. But now, he was more controlled, he had never had sex with any other preternaturals, so had never experienced full out release, and yet he found himself in this situation again.

It was almost painful to restrain his release due to his strength, but he did for Claude’s sake. Hell, this was her first time around, and he was being delicate. The rhythm had been set as his abs worked his pelvis in and out, he played intermittent kisses upon her lips, hovering just above her, his eyes watching her face carefully to see if she was enjoying it or not.


ooc// short and blecky... not much to say and i want her to get some say before i finish it off

[Claude Lorette]

Her red hair was pooled around her face, illuminating the spatters of freckles as he pierced her barrier with one quick sweep. She whimpered, refusing to cry out in any type of pain and bit her lip hard. He pushed himself into her, seeming as though he had to force himself into her. He changed his position and Claude was looking at the face of the vampire as he moved in and out of her. After a little while, she loosened around him and he continued to make love to her. She whimpered as she felt the hot power trickling into her own aura, breaking her metaphysical barriers and leaking over her power. It licked around her and him, enveloping them both more so with each touch. His lips covered hers with a raw force that she had not felt from him before. She returned the kiss, which was fueled by his ardeur. His lips placed kisses across her lips as he slid in and out of her.

Her eyes were glazed over with lust, it seemed. She wasn't exactly sure what this feeling was, but there was a hot sensation building inside of her. She moaned as he continued to push in and out of her. It had hurt at first and there was blood to prove that he was her first. He had been her first of everything. First kiss, first 'touch', first lover. She whimpered as he restrained himself. Her power leapt at his, egging him on, telling him to work harder. Claude was a preternatural being of sorts. As a witch, she could withstand much more damage than most normal humans could. She whimpered and squirmed slightly beneath him. The pleasure that was seeping through her body was something new and different. But it was incredible, it was nice. She pushed her body against him, pressing her hips against his. Her body moved in a rhythm it knew, even if Claude was totally clueless. She let her mind take control as he fucked her.

"Oh...gods..."

She whispered as he worked himself in and out of her. It was incredible, the feelings running through her body at top speed. She felt a heat building inside of her, similar to the one that was sliding around them, metaphysically of course. She moaned again, unable to think of anything else to do. She surrendered herself completely to him, his mind and her own. He had her. He could have her any way he wanted her.