He offered her a winning smile in return - although the charm was somewhat lessened by the malignant bicuspids scoring his lower lip - and straightened out his cocked knee to accommodate for her to shift positions. His gaze followed her intently as she rolled away from him, moving so fluently as she began sliding her shorts down her long, elegant legs that she may very well have been contrived of liquid rather than that of flesh and bone. He reached out to tease the tips of her golden mane as she freed herself of all array, before she turned her beautiful, heat-filled blue eyes back to him. Echo's body flared violently at the sight of her, enticing and naked and so incredibly exquisite, and he growled long and low and she spread herself over him like a favorite dish eager to be devoured.<br/><br/>She hovered above him, her soft breasts flush to his own sturdy chest as she straddled his hips, their centers now separated only by that of Echo's trousers, and her lips dusting over his own like the caress of a warm summers breeze. He heard her breath hitch, saw the passion in her eyes, felt her heart bounding in her chest and,<span style="font-style: italic">oh God</span>, the scent of pure eroticism lingering on her skin was driving every one of his senses into hyperactive overdrive. His member had swollen to a capacity he was sure he'd never acquired before, even within it's prison, and he hadn't even been touched yet. Every thump of his heart - which, mercifully, was significantly slower than that of the average person's even when it was pumping at full throttle - sent a jerk of agony reverberating through his system, as if the blood coursing through him had been turned to lava.<br/><br/>He craned forwards slightly then, capturing Seria's lips in a scorching kiss. All concern for the well being of her mouth fled him as he pulled her closer, one hand entangled in her silken locks while the other skimmed over her body, down her back and flanks and over her hips to dive between her splayed thighs, his fingers dancing over the insides of her legs tauntingly as his tongue rutted against hers. He could taste blood now, and he snarled viciously as an all new surge of desire rippled through him. His thirst flared, and Echo abandoned her mouth in favor of her throat as his digits crept closer still, teasing at her labia with gentle strokes of his fingertips. After a few tantalizing moments he slipped past her outer folds, and was rewarded with the sultriness of the Witch's own burning need.