Again, just as Lithelle is about to protest –she could beg if she wanted to damnit!-she is silenced by the cool lips on her throat. The slick turgid flesh pushed against her own dripping center, and she just nods. That’s it. Nods.  Unbeknownst to Kalith, Lithelle was a woman who killed other people for a living. She wasn’t meek…she wasn’t coy, and she sure as shit wasn’t vulnerable..<br/><br/>Yet here she was, silently nodding-agreeing to be a ‘nice girl’ and agree to get fucked stupid by this beautiful woman she was desperately clinging to.  Lithelle had sex before, even a relationship with a woman she loved.   But she limited her encounters with hooker and lover alike - to oral sex.  It wasn’t that she was ….afraid. It wasn’t that she was holding out for marriage. Penetrative sex would make her weak…a subject of another pleasure, and that was something she couldn’t abide.  She coupled this idea with harboring an over romantic idea that one day there would be a woman worth settling down with and then…then she’d deal with troublesome issues like penetrative sex. Well…that plan was quickly making its way out of the realm of possibility and turning into something-entirely- different, but was ..shockingly, teetering near the same concept.  It wasn’t so much as ‘waiting for the right one’ as it was waiting for ‘One’ who cared..that she could let go with.  Kalith cared..or seemed to…but she wasn’t sure if she could ‘let go’.<br/><br/>Kalith would surely hate her when she discovered Lithelle made her livelihood killing others. No one befriended that kind of a monster.<br/><br/>As Lithelles mind continues to reel back and forth with a slow pendulous rhythm to match her aching straining hips , she never notices Kalith’s heart isn’t beating. All she’s preoccupied with is hiding the flushed and terrified look on her face.  It wasn’t that she didn’t want what was about to transpire to happen, she did, desperately so in fact.  More so, it was her reluctance to seen as vulnerable, and clinging to another woman, offering soft ‘mewls’ of pleasure each time their sex made contact with each other’s- was certainly a bit on the vulnerable side.<br/>What trumped that however, was the quiet whisper into her ear. The promise Kalith makes to –never- hurt Lithelle, is sweet, but again..the wood elf goes to argue the point- and is silenced by the sharp feeling of teeth on her neck.  Lithelles eyes go –wide- and her knuckles go white-her neck arching back instinctively to grant Kalith greater access.  The pain of the bite was minimal to besure…but the feeling that followed, sent the Bosmers eyes rolling back into her head. Her nails dig in to Kaliths back as her jaw juts open and stays that way. The moan of the vampiress is met with one from the assassin- only Lithelles is far throatier.  The Bosmer hadn’t quite put the pieces together yet-but her mind was farrrr to happy at the moment to care.<br/>That’s when she feels it. Kaliths thick girth push against her opening, the unrelenting muscles unwilling to let her lover enter her. She sighs and tries to relax herself, brushing her fingertips lovingly against Kaliths back before she rocks her hips just enough to force the bulbous head into her.  She winces and bares down, the pain feeling simultaneously amazing as it Is sincere pain.   The endorphins rush through her body quickly, and by the time the bulbus head of Kaltihs length is inside of her she is able to relax a bit.  She  regains  enough control of her body by the time Kalith removes her lips from her neck. The wood elf pushes the flushed side of her face against Kaliths chest- desperate for something to cool off her heated skin.  As her ear is pressed against the other womans chest- she hears it-  It’s almost as if its perfectly timed. The slow utterance of ‘I love you” and the  slow. Gurgling sound of the Dunmers heart sputtering to life as it starts to beat.<br/>It’s then Lithelle puts it together. The bite…the…heart that only NOW starts to beat. She looks up  from the bed and stares at Kalith, cupping her chin as she runs her thumb against her bottom lip. The thick mass inside of her feels amazing, and the look on her face is that of total adoration.  She  opens her lips to speak once more- and before she’s able to form words, a moan of pleasure escapes. Just a tiny little sound of appreciation,  that leads to a louder moan of pleasure. She rocks her hips a bit, shimmying abit to fit more of Kalith into her –feeling the intense pressure against her hymen.    She opens her mouth again, “It was you in the tavern wasn’t it?” She gasps between breaths .<br/><br/>She doesn’t flat out call the girl a vampire…but ..She may as well.  She knows the answer. She knows she doesn’t NEED to be given an answer, and she’s afraid now more than ever that Kalith will stop.  So quickly, she wraps her knees around the other womans backside and wraps her arms even tighter around the Dunmers neck raising her body and burrowing her face back in Kaliths neck , murmering into the flesh a very quiet admission, “I …love you.”  She’d never –ever- said the words to anyone, but now was an appropriate as a time as ever.   She thrusts her hips down and onto Kaliths throbbing hard member.  Lithelles eyes roll back in her head- but still..she isn’t penetrated fully she rocks and rolls her hips the head of Kaliths shaft rocking in and out of her as she holds their bodies together.  Between tiny little gasps, the bosmer nods, followed by a tender squeeze of her hips around Kaliths midsection.   Her mouth open and gasping into Kaliths  flesh- she knows she’s going to scream…she hopes she doesn’t embarrass herself.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>