Nilsa was having trouble believing that this shy, quiet teacher...could be such an animal when aroused, and pushed to such great lengths. Bent over her desk, being fucked fast and hard...perhaps he was an animal, bent on claiming his mate. The thought was certainly arousing... Her cheeks flushed with a light dusting of pink, her lips parted in order for her lungs to suck in oxygen easier, she lifted a hand and bit into the knuckle of a finger. It will simply not do if she moaned... especially when he has already reached his climax, while she hasn't. Ghalaghor's hands found her breasts somewhere down the line, twisting, rubbing and flicking her nipples in a way that was causing the woman to gasp. Her fingers spreading out on the desktop, she lifted herself up a bit, so he could have better access. The slip had fallen down onto the floor, making a soft, fabric pool around her ankles there. Wave upon wave of gold tumbled down over her naked shoulders, catching the light and enhancing Nilsa's womanly curves with ease. Finally, her hand fell away... a rich, vibrant moan spilling forth from her lips. "I must say, Ghalaghor... I rather like this side of you..." she managed, her breasts heaving with every sharp inhale and exhale. Those rosy nipples hardened into peaks underneath his influence...making the pair more sensitive, and making it that much more enjoyable. Normally meek, mild-mannered...and perhaps more than a little strange, Ghalaghor never really registered within her mind... at least, not until today. Pleasure rippling throughout her body at every touch, at everything he was doing...she let out another moan, though unconsciously.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Kristopher felt like such...a monster, looming over this petite girl. If he said that he wasn't turned on by it... he'd be lying. His lips parted over the sharp, pointed fangs that were just aching to sink into her neck again...he let out another low growl next to her ear. "Why would you...want me to bite you again? Why risk... becoming what...I am?" Of course, Lyz cannot become a vampire, not unless he drank the majority of her delicious blood...replacing it with his, but still. The temptation was strong... to create a companion, to have someone like him lurking within these halls... His golden eyes narrowing upon that curve of skin exposed, the man couldn't help but lean forward...his tongue so very slowly trailing up until he reached her ear, or, more specifically... her earlobe. "Do you...like monsters?" he whispered, his fingers tightening around his wrists the slightest bit. "Are you turned on by the thought...that I am a vampire?"