Dr. Everleigh King

Thirty-Two; Canadian & Summerdale Survivor. Witch (shapeshift/Animal empathy.) Vet & Owner of Pawsome.

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There was a smile there, sultry and (oddly enough) triumphant when Runa took control. Something about the vampire or perhaps everything about her absolutely enchanted, thrilled, and drove Everleigh into unending lust for Runa and, as a sensual person herself, she couldn’t bring herself to mind. So her smiling lips parted under Runa’s, savoring her dark and addictive taste. So Everleigh moaned and pressed her chest further into Runa’s beautifully skilled hands with an arch and wanted more. And she breathed, “Yes, oh yes,” as her jawline was adored and clothing was removed.

Another enchanting aspect of her lover was their stark contrasts of temperature. Everleigh ran warm constantly, to the point of practically being a space heater, while Runa was, well, chilly to the touch. It did so much to the shapeshifting witch, the welcome shock of her touch as her clit was stroked that Everleigh moaned and unashamedly ground against her lover’s touch. Darkened eyes opened, not yet feral with need but closer with every stroke Runa gave, and she trailed hands under her shirt, massaged her breasts. Another moan sounded, her legs almost giving out. “I need you,” Everleigh breathed and arched when a wave of pleasure rippled through her, reached forward and cupped Runa’s jaw, her thumb brushing a beautifully full bottom lip. “Will you please give me more?”

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If there was a way, a feasible notion to silence the quiet whimper as Runa thrust digits into her at a delicious pace, Everleigh didn’t know it anymore than she knew the fact that she was greedy, aching for more. The hands that held onto Runa squeezed before simply holding on and her eyes fluttered closed. Her breath caught and eager, tiny sounds murmured in her throat.

She had already been aroused, painfully so, as she gave Runa pleasure but this? Oh, it was absolutely worth it, worth patience as her muscles began to tremble and cheeks flush. “Yes,” she breathed, obedient to answer the question. Everleigh licked her drying lips and let free a low moan as her hips found Runa’s rhythm and only heightened everything by increasing that pressure. “Yes, oh yes.” Her legs were trembling as she kissed Runa, brow furrowing on a whimper when the pressure increased inside her. “Please don’t stop.”

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Frankly put, there had been only one other who had driven Everleigh so quickly to a lustful brink of absolute and complete need and so thoroughly. The thought of her lost fiancee left her in the moment, gone in favor of her usual state: to treasure and encourage all that was of the present. In that present, she was burning hot and cold, surrendering to such delights running in her blood.

A moan sounded through her gardens and Everleigh roped arms around Runa’s shoulders, head tilted back in abandon as pleasure continued to hike. “Mm,” she moaned, hips rolling into Runa’s touch still. Longer, the movement stuttering when a particular movement caused a rivulet of pleasure to burn hot. “Please. Please, more.. don’t stop.” It had been so long, so very long and she had missed being wanted, being taken. 

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A throaty laugh softly echoed in the empty bathroom, something muted by the chatter and noise outside. If someone was so desperate to get in, clearly they weren’t going to try hard quite yet. Good, she thought and smiled as her lips skimmed Runa’s throat. There was time to give Runa a little more, to give herself if it meant a night, an exhausting night of learning this lustful, commanding part of herself and enjoying her lover’s throaty cries.

It was time, though, for the second and she urged just that. Her hands, Everleigh thought with a blissful sigh, were heavenly and hellish. A delight and torture as she arched into those wonderful palms and trembled under skilled digits. Hers, though, they carded through Runa’s hair, nails just lightly scraping her scalp. “I did promise,” she before encouraging the vampire further with a light bite to her bottom lip, “-that you can have me any way you want. So have me.”

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“Fortune then smiles upon..” Her mind drifted, eyes darkening before they fluttered closed, all the more to enjoy the cool fingers along her heated skin. “Upon us,” Everleigh finished on a sigh, gentle trembles shivering through her as all she could do was surrender and enjoy the delights Runa’s touch brought her. Little rivulets of pleasure and temptation, the desire stirred her blood and gradually quickened her heartbeat, shallowed her breaths, touch by touch.

Peacefully mindless, Everleigh lightly held onto Runa’s bicep, fascinated by the combination of strength and softness, humming her neck was adored. Gentle green eyes, though, shot open on a gasp as her center, the pulse of her desire was found and teased. Delighted, even with the torment, Everleigh combed fingers through her lover’s hair and whimpered quietly, shifted and urged with a slow roll of her hips.

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Everleigh shuddered when Runa cried out, moaning softly as she watched her lover orgasm. That, such a beautiful and natural act, was so enchanting to her, so devastatingly stirring in the witch. To feel such a powerful woman come undone by her, it was as arousing as the woman herself, as the fight that had stirred them up so vividly.

She slowed the toy, her fingers until she felt the last of Runa’s orgasm ease and wrapped an arm around her waist, content despite her painfully aroused state. “I have you,” she assured, braced to take Runa’s weight until she was stronger, teasing with a light nibble to the vampire’s ear.

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A light, gentle hand rested on Runa’s hip, her thumb trailing the bone there. She was, Everleigh knew so well of herself, a maze of contradictions. Desire to have, yes, to taste Runa’s pleasure again and again, but also to be had. To be taken. 

Oh, it had been so long and she tucked her head, trailed her lips along Runa’s jaw. Hummed at the request and pressed a light kiss to full lips, smiled.

“I would not deny you,” she assured and waited, patient and willing.

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Everleigh moaned, allowing herself to offer how much, how badly she needed Runa with the sound, the hungry way she answered the desperate kiss. It was, it could always be, overwhelming with the way she craved the other woman, the one she so readily took in the garden, wanted so desperately and so often to take and, by the goddess, to be taken with absolutely ruthlessness. Runa possessed incredible strength and sometimes, well, a woman just wanted to be absolutely and completely devastated by a lover, alright?

Sometimes, though, she wanted to do the devastating and aimed to do just that as she let the little toy vibrate against her, circling in a tease, gradually increasing pressure until she found the sweet spot that pushed her closer to the edge. “Will you?” she purred and added another finger, thrusting in time to Runa’s hips moving. Another kiss, hungry as the last, commanding as well.

“Let go for me, beautiful Runa,” she murmured, encouraging with a light like to Runa’s top lip as she increased the speed of the bullet from surprising into devastating with a soft press and smiled sweetly. “I’m going to let you have me every way you’ve ever wanted tonight,” she promised and kissed her jaw. “Let you do everything you’ve ever wanted to me tonight.. all you have to do is let go.”

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Everleigh wouldn’t deny that she was absolutely wary of having any kind of lover without being absolutely sure. Such sureness could have been provoked through something so simple as a touch, a smile, or through a longer process. It was when Runa did not mock her choice of phrasing that Everleigh was sure her lust for the woman was not misplaced.

It was when Runa cried out and shook from her orgasm that Everleigh was sure she would indeed let the vampire touch her. Want and deciding such a thing was was warranted were two entirely different entities, after all, and, calm with her own need, she hummed as she continued to feast on Runa’s lovely self until the trembling and roll of her hips ceased. Her eyes hadn’t looked away, somewhat spellbound by the splay of emotions as she’d cried out, but they closed as she eased away to kiss her inner thighs and slowly, deliciously cease her magic as she kissed her way up.

Long lines, beautiful curves, and Everleigh sighed as she stood at her full height and pressed a soft kiss to Runa’s shoulder. “You are beautiful when the pleasure takes you,” she murmured and offered a soft, gentle smile.

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What kind of power, what kind blessing was there other than a strong, capable woman trembling for her? Everleigh licked her dry lips and couldn’t think of one. She didn’t know if Runa implicitly trusted her so much, if she just needed her so much that she was keen to surrender or if there was an outlier; either way, she didn’t think there was a way or reason to ask. There was only the opportunity to enjoy and oh, oh how dearly she did enjoy. It was arousing, almost painfully so, every time Runa moaned from or for her, and Everleigh was happy to wait until Runa ached enough to take her.

If she were cruel, Everleigh would have invoked some kind of game, a tease to see how quiet Runa could be or how far her patience would run out before she snapped. But she loved hearing moans brought out by her ministrations and even craved Runa’s more often than not. For that, her teeth gently scraped Runa’s nipples, a hint of pain among pleasure, and she soothed with a teasing smile up at her with her clever tongue flicking both. Oh, she had such wonderful gifts in her bag just for her lover to enjoy, to be taken with.

Her thumb circled Runa’s clit and Everleigh smiled, flushed cheeks and racing heart, as hips bucked to her touch, as the powerful vampire begged. Without speaking, she sank to her knees and picked up her purse she had dropped. For a moment, for a delicious and teasing moment, Everleigh slowly, slowly licked Runa’s swollen slit before rising to stand. “Maybe I can help you,” she murmured and sank into another long kiss, one full of lust and longing, as her finger thrust in and thumb and finger continued to rub. Something was pulled from her purse and she smiled against Runa’s lips. Her rubbing finger eased away and Everleigh shifted, pressed a button on what she had retrieved and lightly pressed the mini-bullet, already coated in her juices, to Runa’s clit at a speed she thought would do just enough to drive her wild.

“If you are good for me,” Everleigh purred as the pocket-sized toy vibrated against her in a low whir, “-you can have me every way you want.” Her tongue flicked Runa’s bottom lip. “Every fight you win,” she promised as she began to move the toy in circles around her lovers bundle of nerves, “-you can have me any way you want.”

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“Then I will be clearer with my intentions,” Everleigh returned softly and pressed, sank into the kiss for just shy of the perfect time, content to tease and, if her magic showed anything for it, to please. If the fates were kind, then she would be given something from Runa in return, but after. Yes, definitely after.

It was a secret pleasure of Everleigh’s, to give and to overwhelm in the way she did as Runa’s legs began to shake and fingers tangled in her hair. She enjoyed sex, there was no reason to deny such a thing, and she enjoyed many different ways it could be approached. Urging such a powerful woman to beg for more? Well, that was a new pleasure for Everleigh but she moaned from it and surrendered to every hunger to bring Runa pleasure.

“Mm,” she hummed and let her short nails scrape Runa’s bare skin as her tongue flicked teasingly before flattening as she suckled, massaged, and brought two fingers up, sinking them slowly into Runa and matching the pace her bucking hips with her thrusting digits.The pulses continued, a double to the pleasure Everleigh naturally brought the vampire.

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Everleigh King was not a dominant person. She took what was given to her, said please and thank you, and was as meek as a church mouse might be. Or, as thrills ran through her with every pleased, needing sound came from her lover, she normally was. There was nothing, she knew, wrong with wanting someone so fiercely, so completely that anything was possible. There was nothing wrong with dreaming lustfully of them, nothing wrong with, as cruder persons might say, fucking and being fucked until the only possible movement was to crawl.

“Only,” Everleigh husked and had a moan in her voice as Runa, a powerful and ancient vampire, gave her control, “-whenever you want me to.” And she knew, she had dreamed of what she had wanted to do first to Runa. Not with, no. To.

Lips encircled her nipple again and her tongue laved, flicked against as her digits grew bolder, slowly faster against Runa’s clit. A soft sigh gave way and she adored its twin the same before straightening, still stroking Runa’s bundle of nerves. “I know you could make me go on my knees,” she purred and knew there was a chance that Runa could have smelled how fully aroused Everleigh already was. “That a nudge from you, a plea and I would be between your legs.” She kissed Runa softly, so soft it was barely a touch of lips. “But you’re going to get yourself off on my fingers before I even do, before you get to touch me.”

A ghost of a smile curved her lips. “Maybe you’d like to watch me if you’re good?”

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Everleigh, with her darkened eyes beginning to glaze with lust, glanced into Runa’s and were glimmering with humor. “Would you not a willing woman bare before you?” she tease and stripped Runa of her last clothes with a trail of her hand and will of her magic as she lowered to her knees.

Pulse after pulse, slower and longer as Everleigh pressed tender kisses to Runa’s inner thighs, the witch had no intent to stop pleasuring her new lover. “Beautiful,” she breathed, enchanted with Runa’s groans, the moans she craved more of. Thumbs parted her and Everleigh licked into her, seeking and finding her clit, teasing with the light flicks of her tongue as she directed the pulses slower and yet harder, humming as she tasted her lover.

Her fingers spread along Runa’s hips, down her thighs, and she skated them up, urging Runa to create a rhythm with her hands guiding, continuing the pulsing as she urged Runa further and further along.

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There was something incredibly easy about being around Everleigh. There was no discussion needed about what they were going to do. They understood each other, their bodies craved the other. They worked well together, each building off of the other. And their was something so incredible about the other’s use of magic to quicken what they needed.

Her lips met Ev’s in a heated kiss, her hands not hesitating before beginning to wander. She was sore, there were moments of pain as she moved, but she couldn’t be bothered to care. All she wanted to feel was Everleigh and she wouldn’t stop until she touched every inch of the witch. 

And when the other tried to turn her, she allowed her. Runa allowed the other to press her up against the door. “Please do.” she whispered, eyes glazed. “I deserve it. I want it.”

Control was a rare thing for Everleigh to have, much less enjoy. Yet she did with Runa because there was such a strong significance to it. A woman with an eternity behind and in front of her wanted Everleigh King. Wanted to be pleasured by her and, by some stroke of luck for the witch, to pleasure her.

How could she say no?

“Here,” she murmured softly, huskily and placed Runa’s hands on her shoulders, giving her top lip a soft, sensual flick of her tongue before easing lower. An open-mouthed kiss to her delicious jaw and lower. The still pulse point she suckled just hard enough that it should have bruised. Shoulders and the strength in them, collarbones and the elegance of them. She intended to fuck Runa thoroughly and ravishingly, to reward her for a victory.

Fingers slowly eased down Runa’s lower fighting gear, baring her Everleigh had ease to her sex. Fingertips played with, slowly stroked Runa’s slit and she sighed against the center of Runa’s chest. “You were so brutal out there,” Everleigh purred and licked a slow, long line against her lover’s breastbone as her forefinger did, a sensual mimic and teasing promise. “Do you want me to be brutal with you here?”

Lust-glazed eyes cast up as her mouth haunted over Runa’s left breast. Her free hand slid under the sports bra and cupped her, thumbed her nipple before easing the bra up, allowing Everleigh to skim her tongue against the pebbled peak. She smiled a little as she enveloped the peak with her lips, a taunting kiss, before treating its mate to the same torture, all as her index and middle fingers of her ever-stroking hand began to rub slow, tormenting circles against her clit.

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When she had wandered by Everleigh’s house, she had not expected this. Hands on flesh, lips on lips, the need to touch, hear, and pleasure. She wasn’t soft, was far from gentle. Runa was a woman who took what she wanted, took without caring. And, at the moment, the only thing she wanted was Everleigh. To smell, feel, and touch the witch. To taste everything that she had to offer.

A hum escaped her lips as their kiss grew in roughness, the need for more becoming frantic even already. How quickly this woman seemed to have the power to bring the vampire to her knees. Sex to her had become an act of following the motions, looking for a release of stress. But this? This was true lust, true need and excitement to explore another’s body.

A soft groan escaped her lips as Everleigh found her way to her pulse point. “Wonder what else you can do with that magic.” she commented, eyes flickering closed as she focused on the feeling that Ev’s lips caused. More, more, god she just wanted more. Her hands found their way to her skirt, already moving to push the fabric down. 

There was a strange, primal sense of understanding in the moments of lust, as there were in other acts. Ones of love, those of simply needing a distraction. Pleasure was needed, ached for, and, in the moment, Everleigh could provide what she hoped Runa could as well.

A quiet chuckle was muffled against the vampire’s neck and her soft, capable hands trailed up from waistband. “A great many things,” she murmured in Runa’s ear and shifted, caught her in another rough, hungry kiss that threatened to take Everleigh’s soul with it. She felt the skirt fall to her ankles and idly kicked it aside, bare as the day was young, and took Runa’s hand, placed it on her bare hip. “By the goddess, touch me,” she pleaded as an idea pulsed in her mind.

With her trailing hand, Everleigh pushed magic forward but not in the way meant to disrobe a lover but please them. Fingertips barely grazed Runa’s cold skin as she sent rivulets of heated, powerful pleasure with her magic, a promise of what was to come as her other hand nimbly pulled away Runa’s bra like she had her shirt and her mouth caught the vampire’s dark peak as her magic continued to pulse through like a primal beat.

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“I do feel it, yes.” she replied with a nod of her head. There was a dull ache of pain in her abdomen but she knew that it wouldn’t last. Pain never did. it was a benefit of being a vampire. Pain didn’t last, bruises didn’t stick, and unless she was harmed in a certain way, there was no real risk of death.

“But if you’re looking for a way to make me feel better, i’m sure I can think of a way or two.” she replied, a smile growing as the witch kissed her wring, palm, and then her lips. How easily her movements mirrored those from when they were in the garden, and how desperately she wanted the other already again. 

“I could think of one.” Slender fingers wrapped around Everleigh’s wrist as she began to pull her away from the crowd of people. it was as though she couldn’t move fast enough, making her way to the bathrooms. There was no waiting until they made it outside, let along making it to one of their homes. It was now, it was desperate. 

She felt pain. Oh, that made Everleigh’s heart tremble with worry and mind sharpen with fascination alike. What if Runa was hurt in a way most irreversible? What could she do to fix it but to channel her gifts? For that, for all she could offer, her lips were gentle as they brushed Runa’s lips.

They would not be, she was sure, as they hurried away, Everleigh surprisingly quick to keep up with her lover. A flick of her fingers and the door opened, another as they were inside, this to the lock, and they were alone. Everleigh pressed her own back to the door and pulled, bringing Runa against her.

Her kiss was hungry, and oh, she was starving for Runa with her bruised hands and split lip. She did her best to turn them, to press Runa to the door. “Let me reward you.”

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Runa found herself shrugging her shoulders. So the fact that she had revealed something rather deep about herself hadn’t gone unnoticed. That was fine. The witch didn’t seem to be the type of person to focus on and utilize that information for her own purposes. Of course she couldn’t be sure, she hadn’t trusted a witch in her long life, but the blonde truly didn’t seem malicious. 

The woman watched in silence as Everleigh continued to undo her tunic before allowing it to fall to the ground. She could feel the electricity shooting through her body, the result of the arousal already beginning to pool between her legs. How did the witch have such an effect on her? Surely she would have noticed if a spell had been cast on her, right? Apparently it was just pure attraction, basic need that she felt when she looked at the other.

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” she murmured against the other’s lips, her hands moving to place her hands on Everleigh’s wasit. She slowly moved her hands up, moving carefully against the bare skin as her lips continue to work roughly against the other’s.

Fascinating; oh, Runa was so unbelievably fascinating. Calm, stoic, yes. But more. Darker than the either might demand. Something in her words, in the depths of her eyes bespoke of such things. Lured her in further than lust might. Everleigh did not try to think of such things, as they were not her concern.

The air thickened between them and it was a pleasant hum of desire and the tension it might bring. Everleigh welcomed it and the new, foreign taste of Runa’s kiss, the new feeling of a stranger’s touch on her skin. Her lips parted on a low, throaty moan when it was not gentleness but roughness given in the kiss and her muscles, subtle though they were, trembled under Runa’s touch.

An arm wrapped around Runa’s shoulders and she pressed in, her other hand gripping Runa’s shirt. A tug, a pull into her power, and the shirt was off the vampire, tossed aside and she smiled, nipped Runa’s bottom lip. “Handy trick,” she muttered and let her hands, warm to the touch, wander bared skin and her mouth to suckle Runa’s still pulse point.