**Vampire Lord Venti make me feel some kinda way >_<**
Venti gives a shaky sigh, a small smile flickering on his face as he bares his neck for his wife. Looking at her with needy and loving eyes, she gazes down on him and soon enough crawl down on the bed to meet his level.
She places her hands on his hips and slide them under what little clothes Venti had. Venti's breath hitches as his wife drags the tip of her nose on the exposed v of his shirt. With his wife's cold breath on his chest, the tip of her nose and her finger tips slide upwards. Her fingers slide onto his nipples, earning a shiver and a jolt from him. She shushes him gently before rubbing him slowly.
Venti's breath striggles to leave his throat, each second growing thicker and thicker, his eyes still trained on her, eager and loving.Her nose finally ends up at his neck, venti sighs in relief only to gasp in suprise as his wife gives a gentle kitten lick to the crook of his neck. Venti's widened eyes relax and his arms and legs wrap around her back, his fingertips gently gripping her blouse asking for more.
Venti feels his wife's liips smirk on his sensitive skin.A soft kiss causes venti to jolt, resulting in the rubbing of his nipples on her gently stationed hands. His wife chuckles and gives hina gentle shush, then giving long licks to his neck, causing him to jolt and treat his sesnistive buds even more. Venti now a bit more vocal, whimpers and whines as his wife preps him for the pleasure to come.
After a gentle couple hours his wife gives him on gentle kiss to the neck, then to his cheek.Her name slips out of his lips like the most delicate bottle of wine, then like the sweetest piece of candy. Her teeth pierced his neck, lips sucking and draining his delicious blood, his fingertips curled into fists as she grips her back spilling those pornographic moans she loved so dear.Her hands slide underneath his neck and head, supporting him as he buckles towards her touch.
A clicking sound draws his wife's lips away, he gets up after her, pulling at her arms like a desperate puppy, his beautiful blood dripping down his loose blouse. As his eyes clear from the blurr of affection, he notices a familar knight leaning against the doorframe with a smug smirk on his lips, his wife glares at the knight with familal familarity.
Venti sighs and gets up from bed, giving her a quick yet gentle kiss as a promise to return.Quickly getting dressed he follow the knight out to discuss whatever matter needs his attention now, looking back at the last second to see the immaculate image of his worn wife making herself comfortable for the night. Breath hitching, he shakes his head and leaves as she tucks herself in for another lonely night.