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rockford-tellus‌:

He indulged himself in her. Rockford’s fingers went into her long tresses, pulling lightly - for now - using them as a guide to move her face to meet his own, lips touching, taking her jaw, her ear, her neck. Only when he moved further down her exquisite form did he release her hair. For now.

The older man’s lips formed a tight seal around her pert nipple, sucking deeply on her tit. She wasn’t overly huge nor small - and he discovered to his delight that it was just the right size to fit the entire thing in his mouth. Which he tried. Feeling her wrap a slender leg around his body, he obliged her needs, arching his hips forward to give her something to grind against, in his case, his still clothed abs. There was a heady swim of power to have this beautiful young physician naked while he was completely clothed, taking advantage of her. For him to enjoy her as such, it seemed that she was finding pleasure in it as well.

Slowly he continued down her body. Rockford’s tongue darted out, sliding along the crest of her ribs and followed the winsome lines of her stomach down to her hips. Each of those he nibbled on as well, teasing the sensitive spots there with tooth and tongue and kiss until he was at her center. Those pearly whites, kept shining by a composite of imported goods and oils, nipped at her inner thigh muscles, on each side, still denying her that one spot she wanted the most. Until he was ready to give it to her. With a grin of pure evil, he looked up from just beneath her pubis. “Ready for me, baby girl?” he hummed, then attached his mouth to her sex. Spread wide, his lips formed almost a seal around her swollen nether region and his tongue started to explore Diana’s soft, sweet folds, enjoying the taste of the girl.

It felt as if his hands were everywhere, leaving fire and pinpricks in the wake of their exploration. Diana whimpered as he tugged at her hair, her head falling back to encourage him to do it again. However, she certainly didn’t complain when his lips moved lower, and lower until he rested at that spots she so desperately needed.

She arched into his touch, her fingers now tugging at his dark tresses as his lips and tongue kneaded at her flesh. She had been correct in her assertion that she wouldn’t survive this night, not without combusting out of her skin. She ground into his body, small whimpers escaping her lips that she quickly muffled with a harsh bite to her bottom lip. Her husband had never liked her to make noise- it was one of his many rules. Their incursions were always businesslike, no passion, no real pleasure. But the way Rockford made her feel was beyond anything her previous partners could have accomplished.

Diana tried desperately to keep the noises at bay, lest a servant hear her. But the councelman made her task difficult with his traveling tongue. She writhed under his attention, her thighs trembling as he bit into them. Her lips pursed tightly at the look in his eyes- that look that told her that she was simply a meal for his appetite. And when he finally had her, her eyes clenched shut, her head thrown back at the sheer pleasure that coursed through her trembling body. Her breath came in heavy pants as she tried to grip something for support- his hair, the sheets, anything she could reach. “Rockford,” she whimpered, feeling his tongue lap at her in just the right way.

#c: rockford

alrickbryant‌:

“No, no of course not. A mere bump won’t cause me much harm.” He watched with some amusement as she straightened herself out. Maybe he should have done the same, but if his clothes were rumpled at all, maybe the women who were only hungry for a rich husband would leave him be. The slightly off clothing might give them the impression that he had already gone to bed with someone as the party had gone on. “Who were you dancing with, if you don’t mind me asking? It seems rather foolish of them to have let you go.”

Her shoulders sank in relief at his answer, making a note to be much more careful. These sort of things never happened when her husband was alive. No man was afraid of him -he was a church mouse compared to most- but they respected him enough to keep a distance from her. Now it seemed as if all boundaries died with him. Her eyes widened and she shook her head. “Oh no, it was my fault, I think. I’m not much of a dancer. But if you must know, it was Lord Rothschild,” She said, turning her head to raise a brow at the older man. “I think he believes he’s much more virile than he really is.”

#c: alrick

alrickbryant‌:

There were certain parts of high society life that Alrick enjoyed, but there were plenty of aspects he dreaded. Events such as this one didn’t fall into his idea of fun. Most of the time, he hired someone to come along with him for the night just to ensure a bit of fun once the dullness of the evening had passed. Unfortunately, none of his usuals had been available, and Alrick wasn’t one to bring someone new to an event like this. He was stuck forcing a grin and making small talk with the other wealthy men who were unmarried, all of them having gathered on one side of the room as if there was some law against them mingling.

Which was why he was so caught off guard when a small, very womanly body crashed into his. Alrick instinctively clutched at her arms, trying to keep her upright. “That’s quite alright,” Alrick chuckled, one hand moving to hers, trying to tug it away from her face. “I must say, this is the most interesting thing to happen to me tonight. Are you alright?”

Diana blinked at him for a moment, slowly processing the grip on her arms and the fact that she had knocked into someone. She took a swift step backwards, clearing her throat as she smoothed down her dress with nervous hands. “I’m fine, thank you,” She said, trying not to stutter over her words. “I’m afraid people become recklessly rambunctious when drinking comes to play. Again, I certainly apologize, I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

#c: alrick

talesofcaladh‌:

The North was vast and encompassed many towns. But Caladh’s home would no doubt betray who he truly was. That is, if she knew which species hailed from where. ❝The Cold Bay.❞ he answered lowly, speaking enough just for the two of them to hear.

It was better to keep such details merely to themselves.

Despite her protests, his constant need to apologise remained to be a bad habit to shake out of. Fortunately, she was helping him with it. ❝Good oh.❞ he commented, smiling bashfully at her and her litte display. ❝I would not want to have ruined such perfectly fine beauty.❞

She wasn’t entirely sure why he whispered, but she played along, her brow furrowing in amusement. “I’ve never heard of such a place,” She told him, her voice as low as his. “Is it far from here?”

She blushed, a small smile crossing her lips. “Why thank you, you’re very sweet,” Diana said. “Are you enjoying yourself, at least? It must be difficult to being away from your home.”

#c: caladh

rockford-tellus‌:

“Hmm…” groaned Rockford, taking the last steps as he felt the girl put her teeth to his own neck. The man smiled. “Oh dear, I think that you are quite eager to learn,” Rockford concluded with approval, carrying her into the master bedroom. A foot kicked the door shut behind him. “No worries. By the time we are finished tonight, you’ll have those sorts of marks all over your perfect body,” promised the man. Carefully he shifted her down to her own feet, but his lips found Diana’s once more. “Mmm,” moaned the man into her mouth as their tongues danced. He could feel her arousal and how turned on she was. Not wishing to delay either her satisfaction nor his own, he set upon the not insignificant process of removing her clothes.

Painstaking as to not rip any of her fine ware - this was difficult as he knew of the prize that lay beneath it - Rockford finally got Diana down to just the hose she’d work on her legs and nothing else. “Let’s leave those on for now. Though I do reserve the right to remove those from you as I feel I might need all of your flesh against mine,” the man whispered. His fingers wrapped around her throat and the kiss resumed - managing to not attach his lips to other parts of her body just yet. His other hand grasped her bum, gripping it tight and holding her hips to his thigh, letting her grind against him until he backed her onto the bed and slowly, very slowly drawing out her pleasure, started to make his way down her body. His lips and tongue and teeth found every inch of her tender porcelain flesh along her neck, shoulders and chest until lips wrapped taut around one of her nipples, sucking greedily on her.

She gave him a light, breathy laugh. “Did you like that then?” She asked as he kicked the door shut and set her to her feet. His praise made her bite her lip as she felt the moisture pool between her thighs. She squeezed them shut, trying to relieve herself of the ache he had left her with. She looped her arms around his neck, the kiss leaving her breathless and wanting as she arched against him. Her dress loosened around her body as he set to untying the delicate silk that held it in place. She reached up with slightly shaking hands to remove the pins from her hair, letting the her dark auburn curls tumble down her back.

Cold hair licked at her body, adding to the shivers that coursed through her. Diana raised a brow at his suggestion to leave her stockings on, but didn’t dare fight him on it. The pale lace was only for show, after all, and she was happy to let him enjoy it. When his fingers curled around her throat, his lips meeting hers, she felt her head swim with pleasure. Her fingers traveled to cup his face in her hands, pressing her body as close to him as she could as she ground into his thigh. Breathless moans escaped her body, filling the room with the sounds of their carnality. “Oh god,” She whined, her head throwing back as his lips wrapped around her nipple, sending electric coursing through her veins. She buried her fingers in his hair, encouraging his ministrations on her breasts as she locked a leg over his hip, trying to pull him closer.

#c: rockford #nsfw

rockford-tellus‌:

“You flatter me,” he replied. The older man bit his lower lip as she said the word ‘carnal’. How scandalous, thought Rockford, and he did love it. His gaze held hers until he could hold back no longer, being upon her body finally as he’d wanted to since the moment they met in the bar. He inhaled the warm scent of her skin. Light and flowery, with that hint of femininity that he drank in. “I imagine that the last time you were taught was perhaps some times ago and somewhat less… virile. I am here to change that,” he promised as his lips settled firmly on Diana’s neck, sucking, parting, biting. As she shifted her hips, the man could feel her legs part and Rockford took advantage of her offer to slide his hand under her skirt and petticoat until he found her core. Fingers, warmed from the wine, caressed her cotton covered core up and down, encouraging the young girl to move as she pleased against him. He wanted her to reveal her more ‘carnal’ side, indeed.

While he’d normally have no issue merely ripping Diana’s clothes off and mounting her right here in the study, there was something about her that made him want… more. Both in taking more from her, and giving more to her. The way she behaved with him was in a submissive mindset that he was very much enjoying, and Rockford wished to nurture that. “Come with me, baby girl,” he whispered into her ear. But instead of rising, he scooped her tiny body up into his arms, bridal style. His lips met hers deeply and together they left the room, slowly climbing the steps (carefully) amidst kisses of growing passion.

A sound that Diana hadn’t made in quite a while flew from her lips, a combination of a breathy moan and a whimper the moment his lips attached to her neck. His very essence overwhelmed her, his scent, the weight of his body, his hands creeping beneath her dress. It all set her body on fire before they had even began and Diana was unsure of how she would survive this night. “A-and how will you c-change that- mm!” Her question was answered as his fingers found her center. Before she could think, her body responded by pushing into the fingers, searching for that delicious friction that sent sparks flying across her body. Her grind was deliberate, drawing a breathy moan from her lips as she threw her head back slightly, lost in his ministrations.

She almost complained at the loss of contact, but his lips on hers stopped her train of thoughts in it’s tracks. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her from the room and up the stairs, her hands clawing at the fabric of his shirt as she lapped her tongue into his mouth, hoping to have the opportunity to taste every part of him that evening. For as much as he planned to teach her, she was just as eager to learn. She tilted her head, deepening the kiss as she nipped at his lips and trailed her kisses across his check and finally his neck, her teeth grazing across the skin in a harsh, yet tiny bite.

#c: rockford

rockford-tellus‌:

“It may be exquisite, but that is nothing compared to you, I promise,” Rockford replied with a curt grin. He was taking in the young girl much as a spider might to the fly who had meandered into his web. Any more, and he’d simply be slobbering where he sat. But he held the appearance of someone calm and collected, even if his mind continued to build a proverbial catalog of things he wished to do to the incredible body sitting beside him. “I crossed your mind? How kind of you to think of me. I do hope these thoughts were… pleasant ones?” asked Rockford, a hand moving forward to rest on Diana’s knee. “If not, please tell me, because if I should be rough and Rake-ish then… I shall certainly do that.” He grinned broader, taking a sip of his wine and then sitting the glass on the table in front of them.

“So perhaps we should begin you lessons…” the man said, leaning forward slight, hand never leaving her leg. “First off, you must put yourself totally in my care. I will take very good care of you and insure that your lessons are completely satisfactory.” His thumb had started tracing a back and forth motion on the muscle of her thigh and Rockford leaned forward until his chest touched hers, nose grazing the lady’s sensual neck. “So can you do that, darling? Completely give yourself over and… submit… to me?” whispered the man, breath hot against her skin, lips caressing that spot right under her ear.

With careful hands, Diana set her wine on the table beside her and carefully peeled her dark gloves from her arms. Her breath was shallow now, slow and heady in it’s composition as his hand rested on her knee. Her legs parted slightly at his touch, at his praise, before she had the capacity to think about the movement. “You know very well that you crossed me mind. I wouldn’t say pleasant,” She voiced, her voice low and almost whispered. By gods, she would allow this man anything he wanted, wouldn’t she? “Pleasurable surely, perhaps a bit... carnal?” Was she sure she knew what she was getting herself into? Not entirely. But she wanted and for the first time, she rode that wave of wanting with abandon.

Her brows raised at his words, a pleasurable pressure coursing through her from her center at his promises. He had her under a spell, she was sure of it. Some spell that caused her skin to tingle and her hair to stand on end. As his hand traveled up her thigh, his thumb making indecipherable patterns, her own rose to slide from him arm, then his shoulder and finally to the nape of his neck. She craned her neck to give him better access to the skin there. She bit her lip, taking in a sharp intake of breath as his lips ghosted beneath her ear. Her nails joined the fun, lightly scraping at the back of his neck as her grip tightened. “I... I...” She let out a breath of frustration. Would it kill him to pause so that she could think straight for a moment? “I am... yours to instruct however you please,” She told him, shifting her hips to bring his fingers closer to where she needed him.

#c: rockford

talesofcaladh‌:

All around them, music and merriment continued. It was hard not to be swayed into joining, as it all looked too inviting. Although for the time being, surely he could pause a while longer, especially seeing as he was in the presence of a lady.

❝The North.❞ Caladh answered vaguely, topping his answer with an innocent-looking smile. She needed not to know the details any further, lest he allow his secret to be exposed.

❝It is a pleasure to meet you, Lady Diana.❞ He had since learned that the affluent acted a certain way, one that conformed to expected societal norms. ❝I truly am sorry for the accident earlier. I sure hope that I am not keeping you away from company…?❞

“The North...” She said, her brows furrowing for a moment. “Where North? There are such vast lands, surely your home has a name,” Though Diana was sure she had never been. In fact, she had only been outside of the city walls twice in her life and every time it was under heavy guard and never without a mask and gloves. The last thing she needed was to contract the Black Rot.

“The pleasure is mine, surely,” She replied diplomatically. She rolled her eyes playfully at him and quickly shook her head. “You must stop apologizing, I am perfectly fine, see?” She stood back and did a small spin, her eyebrows raised as she looked at him. “Nothing broken,”

#c: caladh

fallenstarisms‌:

Ginger gave a soft laugh as the good doctor apologized, although there were no hard feelings. “Hm, could it be you forgot yourself for a mere moment?” She teased, she didn’t think it was exactly a bad thing, even for an upper class lady, to let loose now and again. It couldn’t be healthy, being so conscientious of oneself all the time. “Better than I would have been, if not for you, I think. That tincture you gave me for bruises works wonders, thank you.”

Had she forgotten herself? In her twenty-six years of life, she had never once forgotten her place, lest she hear her mother’s prattling about the ordeal. It was easier to play the part than to do what she wanted. “Perhaps I did,” Diana chuckled. “I am glad it works well for you, darling. If ever you need more, just send for me and I’ll drum the ingredients. They’re not hard to come by,”

#c: iona

asommersnightsdream‌:

Mikael still wasn’t completely convinced that the man disappearing into the crowd could be trusted. Then again, he trusted very few, and protected many.

The vampyre immediately shook his head in response. “No, tonight I’m on duty. I was told to stay on task.” Mikael made sure of this with several thorough trips to the blood bank before his arrival, wanted to circumvent any possibilities of blind thirst creating dire or dangerous situations. “Did you at least enjoy your dance?” He asked, trying to be as polite as possible, keeping his stiff posture as his senses heighted slightly more than usual, searching for anything else that may have gone amiss.

Originally posted by httpmichaelclifford

“On duty? How very official then,” She said with a teasing lilt to her tone. “Are we expecting trouble?” She certainly hoped not, lest this be her last visit to a tavern. While Diana adored her new freedom, she was not too keen on risking her life for a bit of adventure. Not when so many needed her and her cage-free life was so new. No, this was the time to be careful. She smiled at his question and nodded her head. “I did, thank you for asking. It was lovely if not a bit... chaotic.” It was the best way to put her little romp on the dance floor, better than ‘a bloody mess’. “Would you like me to fetch you some ale? It seems rather cruel that you should watch the merriment and not partake.”