She laughed.  She thought he was cool.  He was holding her and they were married and..they were standing in a beautiful foyer.  It had two sweeping staircases and a candlelit chandelier cast shadows everywhere.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF00">“Wooooah..I don’t need to see the rest of the house..” </span>The vampyr stood there taking in the dim expanse and shuddered a little.  It was way nicer than his cave but.. In a tomb sorta way.  His instincts told him this was ideal but it didn’t have any trees or creatures and he liked those.  But he had a human girl wife.  A Cassandra.  Who was soft and probably delicious and in his arms.  An ancient memory brushed his mind and Motto quickly set the girl down on her feet.  A brief glimpse of carnal desire was enough to make him flutter under the stairs and remain there for a long time, but he resisted the urge.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BF00">“Houses aren’t my thing..”</span>He hadn’t meant to say that out loud.<span style="color: #00BF00">“I .. like caves.”</span>Motto bit his lip; fang-style.  He didn’t like how he felt.  It was strange and taxing.  Cassandra was probably just as lost and whatever.  Dammit she smelled so good.  Her pulse was distracting him to the point that it was hard to think.  If only her nose had bled.  Mmm then he could …. shuddering, he set Cassandra down and took several steps back.<span style="color: #00BF00"> “Gonna chill here.”</span>He avoided her eyes and feigned interest in the stairs.  Motto’s acting sucked.   His goal was to seem normal and relaxed but he looked like he was holding back something fairly difficult.<br/><br/><br/>+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++<br/><br/><br/><span style="color: #4040FF">“Well I’d like know more about it.. along with other customs of your kind.  Mainly sexual customs.” </span>Alice leaned closer to the handsome monster.  She didn’t have a clear plan but the emotional rollercoaster had made it easy for her to abandon the remaining bit of dignity she had.  Now it was simply playtime.  What else would one do in such a situation?  Cry?  Shiver quietly and fret over her eventual demise?  No.  Mr. Elegant was polite and hot and she wanted to wipe that gracious smile off his face.  To make him tremble somehow.  To feel in control again, dammit.<br/><br/><span style="color: #4080FF">“Do you engage with other...with your kind?  Female vampyrs, or perhaps you partake in male pleasuring as well?”</span>