Isaria chuckled against her fledgling's mouth surprised by his sudden show of eagerness. He moved up onto the bed and she allowed it, sliding backwards so that she lay under him, her breathless laughter caught between them. Although she allowed him to pin her smaller frame against the silken sheets Isaria did not surrender control so easily. Her fingers trailed up, up over his arms and his shoulders, along the back of his neck before tangling in his dark hair, giving a slight tug as she deepened the kiss. Breaking away she held him still and kissed the side of his jaw, his neck, the hollow between him neck and shoulder and finally the markings he bore. Her markings. Grinning she ran her tongue over them. Oh, she had such fond memories of making these! His blood had been pure and sweet, possibly the blood of a virgin? She pondered it now as with one smooth move she flipped their positions and straddled his hips.<br/><br/>"Hmmm...What to do with my little<span style="font-style: italic">Caro</span>~" Isaria purred, dragging her fingertips down his chest. There were so many things she would like to try. Experiments. But, she reminded herself while bending to press a kiss to his chest, he was a possible virgin. She should take it a little more slowly with this one's training. Eventually he would be a perfect little pet and fall into line just as all the others had.