#*zoya.

[breakthcnight]

zoya knows she can be a bit of a tease sometimes. she likes to enjoy the reactions she gets out of others. however, that doesn't make her cruel. it just makes her acutely awarw of when too much is enough.

she has to admit, cross looked absolutely scrumptious like this. worked up and frantically pleading to get some kind of relief. swipe of tongue across her lips.

leaning down, the brunette places a kiss to her collarbone.

as if to say: don't worry, i've got you.

zoya makes sure cross is watching as she secures the harness and strap into place. before she plants one more kiss to their inner thigh, guiding the strap inside.

‘ that what you needed, hm? ’

@sorrowsick continued from HERE.

[breakthcnight]

🌿🍒 still have an ask to get to for her also but for zoya 💞

send “🌿🍒” (or "mistletoe") for my muse's reaction to standing under a mistletoe with your muse  ♡

the fact that zdeslav has mistletoe dangling just above the bed doesn't really make her even bat a lash. the only question that it brings to mind is if he even bothers to take it down.

topless this time, she's wedged tight against his back. the cool, though firm grip of his danger arm is braced upon her hip. it's deliciously toasty beneath those sheets as her mind works in devious ways.

the first press of lips is on his adams apple. her descent is slow and deliberate. his shoulder. as her taut nipples make errant contact as she comes back in for another taste.

several more along the vertebrae.

peering up through long lashes, she disappears under the covers, another kiss upon exposed hip bone. the tightening of muscles giving her affirmation. shifting to the side, her hand curling around the base of his erection.

tongue sweeping up the underside.

to plant the final kiss on the tip.

@kurjaks.

[breakthcnight]

☛ - press a finger to my muse’s lips to shut them up / cross to zoya. tee hee

often, zoya's initial response is infact, the worst decision made. she's tempted, sorely tempted, to bite the offensive finger. hard enough to make contact, not to tear the skin. but on second thought...

the brunette wraps her pointer finger around cross', guides it between her parted lips...

and without breaking eye contact, sucks the digit. making the most obscene noises as she does it, before releasing it with a lewd pop.

very effective.

@sorrowsick.

[breakthcnight]

"Sh, sh, I'm going to patch you up." / for zoya from artemus

zoya could be read as frustrated; not enjoying when she doesn't have the upper hand in most scenarios. however, despite her mood and with the gentle reassurance of artemus' words, her feathers become slightly less ruffled.

the wound itself was ugly. jagged. it would be better, she rationalizes, that a separate set of hands would be beneficial. as the vampire lifts her right leg to settle it, she concedes to his delicate touch.

though she does wonder if it's wise.

all that blood. a self-starving vampire.

he is practicing impressive restraint, she observed through half-hooded eyes. there's a part of the brunette that wants to lecture, but she's in no place to do so.

the wound now patched, she's effortlessly lifted from the chair and settled upon the bed without a word. curling her fingers around the band of his clerical collar and kisses him. it's lingering and appreciative.

words weren't needed, were they?

@chcsingdrecms.

[breakthcnight]

♧ - slap my muse’s hand away from something they shouldn’t touch / zahrosa to zoya smh

fingers clench against taut wrists. zoya was expertly bound, not too tight, not too lose. completely at the mercy of the sorceress. not often one to enjoy the loss of control, there were times and others that gained that level of respect.

before the quick, though firm meet of skin, the brunette had grazed her thumb over the fullest curve of zahrosa's breasts. there'd been a catch, an intake of breath, before she had been effectively punished.

no touching.

zoya knew the reward was worth the wait, but honestly, having her so near was a dangerous temptation. here she was, laid out, open, and ripe for the taking.

allow her a tiny taste, won't you?

lip pulled between teeth, gaze lifted from under long lashes. ‘ don't be too cross, mm? ’ her voice a sultry whisper.

@sorrowsick.