#curious mortals

[jackalofjudgment]

"I never knew that the god of death experienced sexual desire. It almost goes against your title ~"

Anubis looked over at the mortal and raised a brow “I am a god but I am surely not dead, I enjoy sexual desire and many pleasurable activities...” He replied while in his human appearance, no jackal head or such to be found.“That’s like saying your undertakers or morticians go against their title by having sexual partners."

[eating-his-wings]

"Have you ever missed your humanity?"

"Is it possible to miss something that isn’t actually gone? Believe what you will, Nunny, but there is a shred of it left."

[eating-his-wings]

"Have you ever regretted killing someone?"

"Are you asking if I have ever regretted spilling the crimson nectar in which I consume for my own replenishment? Or felt guilt for devouring the flesh of innocent mortals? Or perhaps maybe I hadn’t meant to kill someone that wanted a bite from this devilish count?"

He laughed loudly. The idea of guilt being anything but laughable was beyond him. He had not lost his humanity, but his killings were never an accident, nor were they ever something he regretted.

"Perhaps I should make an example of you, Nunny!"

[eating-his-wings]

☏

"I wish we talked more."

Hearing her words he felt they were strange. Such an odd young woman to wish for his attention. He merely grimaced at her choice of actions. To find no fear in the count, and seek his attention. What mortal craved a monster?

"You seem to have become infatuated."

Was all he said as he frowned again. Why women of this era indulged in the craving of a vampire, he would never understand.

[eating-his-wings]

♞ for something that muse wants to do

What did he truly desire to do? Aside from meeting his fate at the hands of man. Vermilion hues smoldering in the low lighting as he looked his master over. It was a strange question to come from her. He was unsure how to answer without giving her the answer she already knew. Perhaps something a little more unknown could be spoke of.

"I want to grow old and wither as a human does." It was a lesser desire than his first, but it was one he was familiar with. The fact he found such beauty in those that had grown so old and aged with their years. He desired in on some level. To be mortal. He had had this once, and had taken it for granted, he was sure.

[eating-his-wings]

Bishop, Knight, Cloud (I'm on mobile)

♞ for something that my muse wants to do

"Something I would want to do? I want to die at the hands of a man, for only a man can kill a monster."

♟ for something my muse admires

"Bravery even when you are only going to die. In other words, you stand strong for what you believe in, with no regret."

☁ for something that make my muse sad

"There are a number of things, however...I don't believe you're entitled to this knowledge."

[eating-his-wings]

"♥"

♥ - I’m in love with you

"Perhaps I should put such a creature out of it’s misery for thinking such a wretched thing."

[eating-his-wings]

"I want the K. That is an order."

14: Kiss Along the Hips

Alucard grinned wicked as his head cocked to one side. It was an order, was it? His snake-like tongue flicked out and over his own lips as he did as he was ordered. Taking to his knees at his Master's feet. This game they always continued to play had never known no bounds.

He chuckled a dark sound as he leaned over his master's lap; slithering tongue sliding underneath the hem of the white shirt and lifting it; cool fingers gripping those luxurious hips that belonged to the air and pulling them forward from his seat. The strength of the wet muscle from his mouth moved the garment from his way while nimble fingers hooked into the belt of Integra's slacks and pulled down to expose the creamy skin.

His tongue slid over the surface multiple times, like a kitten slowly lapping up a bowl of milk. That was until his fanged mouth came near. Soft lips pressed against the wet sin, tilting his neck back as he reached the heir's hip and bit down. Sucking the skin and blood from his hip and purring against it.

Perhaps not what he was ordered to do, but he could feel the well approved of reaction from his master.