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[His praise mixed with that loud, metallic click of the cuffs locking around her wrist, the cold pressing into her skin, rewards him with a soft moan, a light shudder that moves through her body, from her fingertips to her toes that curl and then back up to where his hands grab her.

She squirms under him, like she's trying to wrestle herself free from her restraints, but that only serves to tighten them, the vines snapping around her arms to keep them completely still...

As he looms over her, he'll see her excitement settling into her chest, her breaths already tattered and uneven, and the flush that creeps over her pale flesh, inviting him. Beckoning those fangs of his to sate that thirst that she knows that he has...

And when her eyes land on his lips—]

Please, Eustace...

[—she breaks.

She wants to kiss him. She wants him to kiss her... and her lips part open in that silent plea yet again.]

Edited 2023-10-20 02:47 (UTC)

[He looks down at her, a dark gleam forming in his eyes as he lowers slightly, yet still out of reach.]

...Keep begging like that.

[A twisted smirk before she'll finally feel his lips again...

...but it won't be for a kiss.

Who's the one in control here, hm? Instead he'll ravage her neck, teeth biting sharply as if in reprimand. And then it's the long, slow, drag of his sharpened canines over that vein again, and he swears he can feel that pulse through his teeth. Hear it, and when his tongue runs over it, taste what lays beneath. But it's not really blood he wants, but...something else. Something darker.

For now he'll continue to drag it out, torturing her with that tease of his teeth and lips while his hands slide down the length of her body to her hips...to slip beneath the lace, fingers immediately digging into her slick folds.]

[Her lips try to chase after his and take what she's been waiting for all this time, but he's too quick in ducking away, and the vines work against her to pull her back, stretching and arching her body tight just for him.

And when his fingers slip past the lace, he'll feel just how much she's been left wanting, everything primed and ripe that he can effortlessly slip past her walls, eliciting a cry that shakes off the four posters of the bed, and she bends into it, the vines stretching beneath the strength of her exertions only to have them snap back into place around her arms.]

Just a taste...?

[She's trying so, so hard to keep her voice even, but with his teeth raking over her throat and his fingers filling that emptiness, she only slips a little further.]

No.

[A harsh, cold, rejection, but she may feel that smile if his lips before his teeth sink back into her flesh, this time down by her cleavage, mouth taking in that soft curve.]

[Oh, she can feel it, among other wonderful things his lips are doing, and it only makes her huff out with a frustrated sigh. Short-lived, of course, when he nips at her again, forcing her to arch back up into him.

But he'll feel something, too—the tension in her body, in every inch that he laves over, and in that spot right between her thighs where all of that pent-up frustration is starting to pool. Frustration and tension that she could relieve if he would just let her...

He'll hear the chains at her wrists rattle, and her body will jerk gently when he hits a particularly sensitive spot, her legs kicking out from under him so that she can at least try to break the vines free.]

I just need one...

Hmm... You're not really in position to make demands...

[Not that she's really demanding at all, but he's keeping to his role... Which isn't really much pretending, either. And as if in response, his fingers roughly stroke her folds, pinching at the aroused nub before slipping further down towards her entrance yet not entering. Just sliding around, torturing her.

And at her chest, he pierces the lace with his fangs, tearing it as he rips it forcibly apart down the center.]

You're forgetting whose dream—

[But she's broken off when his fingers work her a little more roughly, a gasp falling out of her when she hears the lace ripping under his teeth. Her hips rock in response, clearly seeking more of that pressure and relief as she loses her grip on whatever "power" and "restraint" that she had, if she had any at all.]

—don't make me use it.

I thought you wanted to reenact.

[A low laugh as his teeth graze over her skin.]

Is this not it?

[And before she can answer, his mouth latches onto her tit, the dark flesh hardened and stiff as his tongue runs over it before there's the prick of his fangs, dangerously digging into the sensitive flesh before he begins to sick down hard.]

[It was an empty threat, because as soon as his lips close over her breast, the fangs digging in ever so slightly, she's forgotten about it completely, tumbling right back into the here and now as the steam in the room works alongside his mouth and hands to make her dizzy. Dizzy with this new bliss and excitement she's never experienced, and dizzy with the anticipation of what she knows to come...]

It is.

[She answers him weakly, her voice still struggling to stay even when her legs kick in frustration.]

But you're not exactly making it easy...

[He smirks against her, nipping her gently before he pulls back to look at her.]

It was never supposed to be.

[And from where he sits he thrusts his finger fast and deep into her, plunging deep to feel her walls clench tightly around him. And as he continues he'll roughly yank down her underwear so he can better see how desperate she swallows and moves against his hand, knowing full well it's not enough and she wants more.]

[She does, and the way her knee hooks over his shoulder and pulls on him is quite telling to how much she more she actually wants. Her walls are already clenching around him, drawing him as deep as he will go, her own hips moving to match the dreadful and brutal pace he's set with his fingers.

She thought she'd been sated earlier, before they had even entered the dream. She was perfectly content and had easily drifted off to sleep, relaxed and in that state of soft, warm state of bliss that he so often puts her under... but she feels it now. She never was, or perhaps she never can be when it comes to him—it was only a seed planted for later, that would grow and grow into the terrible ache that she suffers through now...

One that he stubbornly refuses to ease.

He knows that this isn't enough. He knows that it won't fill her needs... and he still insists...

She asked for this. She wanted it. But now that she is here, she can feel the fires of her own desire burning hot, reflected in the way her eyes have darkened from the bright, vibrant reds to a saccharine brown, pupils blown wide in suppressed lust.]

You were supposed to be the one—

[To work for it, is what she means to say, but her voice is lost to the low, drawn-out, throaty moan that shatters out of her underneath a heave of her chest.]

[Just another laugh as his darkened eyes watch her struggle.]

Try again later.

[With her as the vampire...... A little hard to imagine, but he wouldn't mind it.]

For now...

[His words drift and hang in the air before he dips his head to bring his mouth to her glistening folds, unable to resist any longer. Her scent was already filling him, and now he can immerse himself completely along with the taste he had been craving. He ravishes her with his tongue while his fingers continue to assault her within, hard, deep thrusts against her ceiling as his tongue pushes down from above.

And when he finds her aroused nub, he deliberately rakes it with his sharpened fangs, stimulating a different kind of pleasure and pain as he puts in more pressure and force, as if threatening to bite and suck her out there.

Yet as much as her taste begins to fill him, it's not enough. He wants more, wants...that something that sparked in him earlier, but he doesn't know what it is just yet.

Something darker.]

Edited 2023-10-20 23:38 (UTC)

[As soon as she feels his tongue and his mouth close over her...]

Eustace—

[Dream be damned, she drops the act so fast, every little thought she had being wiped clean from her mind as he finally gives her a piece of what she wants, but it's a big enough piece that it has her shaking, gripping onto that pleasure tight so she doesn't fall so quickly. She's already soaked, ripe with the taste of her arousal that trickles down her thighs, all there just for him. An appetizer before the main course.

But when his fangs come down, that intense sharpness that suddenly jolts up into her is quickly washed away by the pleasure that follows, and just when she starts to feel that coil in her belly ready to snap...

She grinds her hips into his face, forcing his fingers knuckle-deep until she's staining his tongue with her first climax that hits her so hard and so suddenly that she hadn't even seen it coming, and her voice breaks as his name blankets the room, the steam swallowing it up.

And along those vines that pull at her that much tighter as she writhes and bends and shivers violently under him are the familiar red starflowers.]

[He hadn't expect her to come so quickly, either, so he's caught by surprise from her reaction. Yet it's quickly changed as his hand grips her hip, slamming her back down as he drinks in everything she gives while continuing to apply that pressure, his own heat stirring from it all. To have her scream for a different reason...

...Scream?

Shaking off the strange thought, he pulls back once she's finished riding it out, a thumb moving to wipe the fluids from his mouth and in chin before licking it up to swallow the rest.]

...You liked that quite a bit.

[Neither did she, but maybe she's still riding that wave from earlier, and maybe he'd teased her just a little too much that the only thing that coil could do was finally snap. The combination of the heat, the vines, the rattling of the chains as she struggled and shook, and everything about him is a dangerous one, mixing into this wicked cocktail that she was all too happy and eager to drink up.

She does flush at his comment—if such a thing is even possible anymore—and averts her eyes away, just a touch embarrassed that she had unfolded so quickly. She thought she'd have more control, more restraint, the ability to stand fast against his wolfish wiles that she loves so much, but...

He found a way to unravel her before she could get a grip on it.]

... Not my fault.

[It's a breathless accusation, her chest heaving, her muscles still quivering as she slowly comes back down from it... and if she had her hands, she'd no doubt be bringing a pillow to her face to hide. Instead, she settles for burying it into her shoulder.]

[A smirk as he runs a finger over her flushed skin, pressing down on where he had just tormented her.]

Should I do it again?

[If he keeps this up, she'll never come down from it...

But he'll see her just swallow past the heat that's burning in her throat, and she gives a desperate nod of her head, the tiniest little moan being stifled by her shoulder where she buries her face.]

But... I want...

[She lets one eye peer at him with a darkened stare.]

...You...

[Has he not kept himself away enough?]

[As he watches, the taste of her still remains on his tongue...

...Yet he's still craving something. Something else.

The sound of her voice keeps echoing in his mind, the thrill of that high pitched cry...

Usually by now he would also be filled with that overwhelming desire to take her and fill his own needs, yet for some reason he feels as if that's not enough. That this isn't enough.

He gives one last rough twisting stroke before he leans forward, hands now on either side of her.]

What do you want me to do?

[His eyes go to her neck, a strange gleam flickering in his eyes before his mouth descends upon her neck, roughly biting her.]

[He will get one more high pitched cry out of her from his fingers before she pulls her face out of hiding, that one sound enough to render her near breathless again as she stares at him...

First, into his eyes, and she can see something swimming in there. Something deep and profound, the lust and the desire so dark that it makes her shiver, a chill settling into her spine.

And then, to his lips, but he gives her no time to answer before his teeth are sinking into her neck that she has to force her voice out with a whine that is so needy that it startles her.]

... Kiss me.

[A part of him wants to keep her wanting, to keep her begging. But he's also grown a bit starving for her taste.

So she'll finally get her wish.

He'll rush at her lips, teeth grazing the soft skin, tongue thrusting in deep as he slams her hard enough back against the headboard, his hands gripping her jaw and chest.

It's a much rougher, harder, and hotter than usual, as if he's trying to consume her.]

[It is a little surprising just how much more this kiss is. For all the play that they love to do, there is always a very particular, very special care behind it all that Tifa knows is reserved for times like that... but there's something about this kiss that feels hungrier, more desperate, more possessive than usual as the bed's headboard and the chains rattle beneath her moan.

She thinks nothing more of it past that, of course, because she has no choice but to melt into it, eagerly accepting and even encouraging the rougher side of him to come out to play. She always did not-so-secretly love it when he took command like this, when he was just a little rough with her. When he'd take her hair and wrap it around his fist and bury her face into the mattress...

She parts her lips in invitation, and her legs squeeze together at the thought, that pressure already building again as her blood roars through her, the flowers at her wrists burning the deepest crimson they've ever held, their scent heavy in the air mixed with their own...

He could push her over the edge with this alone if he really wanted to, she thinks...]

[More and more... He needs more and more, and yet none of this is enough. Why is it? Why does this is only make him more...

...

Aggravated.

A very sharp, biting kiss, one that almost draws blood before he suddenly pulling back and staring down at her.

What is it?

What is it?

Very roughly he'll suddenly grab her and flip her over, the chains rattling as they twist around. Hands groping her breasts, his teeth once more sink into her flesh, this time into her shoulder. It's a hotter, harsher bite, his fangs really sinking in deeper than they have before.

Enough to cut into her skin.]

[Her gasp is devoured by that kiss, the air drawn right out of her and into him as he bites down. Hard. It shocks her, the kiss lacking the amount of delicate tenderness behind it that she is used to, and just when she tries to pull back to question if he's alright, because even she knows that getting into character wouldn't mean going too far... he pulls back instead, leaving her lips red and swollen and throbbing.

And stares at her.

Like that.]

Eustace...?

[She can see something swimming in his gaze, though that isn't what makes her uneasy. It's that she can't figure out what it is. She wants to ask him if he is okay, or if perhaps the dreamscape is getting to him, or maybe the steam that looms thick and heavy in the room, but he's flipping her over without warning, his hands grappling at her chest, and when his lips lower to her shoulder...]

Eustace—

[It starts as a low whimper, her hips bucking when there's a sharp ache between her legs, but it travels up to where his teeth sink... deeper, and deeper...

Deep enough that, despite the pain awakening all sorts of things in her, she feels the warm trickle of blood.

And now she asks. Gently, the panic not yet setting in.]

What's going on...?

[The taste of her blood should have brought him back to his senses. Should have been the warning...no, a lot of things should have been the warning siren. Yet that taste, it makes him press his tongue over it, lapping it up with a relish as he begins to suck down hard, as if trying to draw out more of it.

But that's not it...that's still not it. It's still not enough.

So a hand plunges down to between her legs, roughly grabbing her to slam her hips back against him before his fingers once more thrust into her. But just like everything so far, there's none of the usual emotion behind it. Instead it's more mechanic, as if he's trying to get something out of her instead of trying to elicit the usual pleasure.

As if to completely dominate her.

As if to hurt.]

[It's when he starts to draw out more of her blood that she feels that spike of panic, and she tries to wriggle herself free... for real this time.

Only she's pulled back and trapped, his hand thrusting between her thighs again. She tries to blink through the heat that clouds her eyes when his fingers fill her again, tries not to think about the way all of her blood rushes there to greet him, and instead tries to focus on him. A glance over her shoulder and she can see the way that his eyes have darkened, though not with the same loving desire that he has, even in their most desperate and passionate throes.

It's something different. Something very not him.

Something is wrong... She doesn't know what, but something has gone very, very wrong in this dream. Like it's broken, or like he's broken. Almost like the nightmares have crept back in...

She would beg for him to stop, but would that only provoke him further? If that really is him, would it only make him feel worse? She knows Eustace—she knows this isn't something he would do of his own free will, he would never hurt her, so why...?

There's a fear that lights up in her eyes, chasing away the shadows of her own deeper desires as he plunges his fingers deeper into her.]

Eustace—

[The shackles that bind her suddenly fall away, clattering to the mattress, and the smell of fire and burning vines fill the room as her flames light them up to free her, and she tries to wake them both up from the dream, or at least herself so that she could escape and pull him free after, but...]

Shit...

[It's the pleasure in between the waves of pain that stop her and break her concentration and keep her locked in place before...]

I'm sorry.

[Her legs hook around him suddenly and she flips him over onto his back, reaching around and twisting his arm so that he has no choice but to free her. And she'll try to make a break for it, clambering off the bed, weakened knees be damned. She searches for her dress, but instead grabs his cloak off the floor and tries to run—]

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