<div class="floatleft">(http://i307.photobucket.com/albums/nn313/NovemberWerewolf/Female%20Characters/Lady_in_black_by_Drakevensia.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Asaria Lao<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Frozen Hearth<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Evening, after sunset<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Gormr, (Closed)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The man had no way of knowing the torture he had put her through; Asaria had took the position of control in hopes of keeping his throat and her fangs as far away as possible until the right time. Her intentions were to make sure that they were both happy and satisfied, even after she fed from the man. Yet, she had underestimated him still, and so when the big Nord grabbed her by the head and pulled her forward, the vampire was only too surprised to react. By the time he had snared her wrists and pressed her against his chest, Asaria’s mouth was dangerously close to his throat, a welcoming crook of warmth that begged her to nuzzle and sink her teeth into.<br/><br/>The woman whimpered, feeling her fangs breaking through her gums once again, but it was Gormr’s hammering assault on her pussy that cleared her head this time; the room was dark, she kept her teeth clenched tight in order to hide her exposed fangs, but their eyes were locked and this level of intimacy had been something she had missed since she was alive. When was the last time someone looked at her so carelessly? Here she was, fully exposed, hidden only by her will to keep from hurting this man and he was trusting her without realizing he was in danger. It was almost too much. It was too close.<br/><br/>Up and over, she spilled onto the mattress on both hands and knees, terrified now for a blinding second that she had been exposed. Yet, instead of screaming for the guards or grabbing his blade, the Nord slammed himself home again, successfully making the vampire yelp in pleasurable pain. Again. Then again. She liked the way his large hands seemed to make her hips surrender to him, she enjoyed the comfort of his touch, even if the violence of his thrusts threatened to knock the wind from her lungs. She could have came several times; but once again she willed herself to hold it back, to keep it contained less she hurt him. She didn’t want to hurt him.<br/><br/>Gormr came, and his pleasure could be felt in his blood. Asaria moaned, shuddering at both the feel of his seed warming her womb, and the way lust hung heavy in the room, signaling that the time to feed was finally approaching.<br/><br/>She wished she could savor this; his seed filling her, the way her body ached deliciously, sensitive and eager to reach of climax of its own… but not yet. Not until she regained control. Not until after she fed and made sure that Gormr was no longer in danger… and hopefully after all that. “When I’m ready?” There was humor in her voice, and a soft, lilting accent as her fangs made speaking normally something of a challenge. But Asaria’s har was in her face, hiding her from view, and her body language read ‘sexy’, not ‘threat’. So waited until the Nord was spralled out on the bed before she shifted and crawled toward him, kissing his navel and hip bones, before working her way south. She had to be extra careful with the scrape of her fangs, but this time she didn’t hold back, and allowed herself to indulge.<br/><br/>“I certainly do hope you mean that.” Her kisses and nips moved down his hip to the inner thigh, and as Asaria pushed his thighs apart, she dipped her head low and dragged her tongue from sack to tip, cleaning him with her mouth of his spent seed. She enjoyed the task, the smell of his sweat and the fluids of their bodies mixed together. The vampire kissed and suckled, savoring him in a way any dedicated woman might. But she was building him, also, coaxing him to get hard again, eager and willing, with the patience of an immortal. It wasn’t until the Nord was fully erect when she bit him in the crease of the thigh, stroking his shaft as his blood pooled in her mouth and finally began to fill her with the clarity she so desperately needed.<br/><br/>She didn’t take much but she made the event linger as much as possible; small swallows, deep, slow strokes of her hand that encouraged him to buck and roll his hips and cry out with pleasure, not pain. The bite itself was designed for this; let him think she was simply skilled with mouth and hand. Let him be too distracted with the pleasures to be worried about the results. Ten swallows. Eleven. She forced herself to stop at twelve, which promised no lingering effects on the man, save for a drop in body temperature and fatigue for the next day, if he went without eating.<br/><br/>Asaria herself was shuddering, willing her fangs in place before lifting her head and making certain her mouth was clear of blood. No signs. No hints. Let him only feel the pleasure, let him only think about lust… “What do you see as ‘proper’, Nord?” She stroked him again, kneeling directly before him. “How do you feel?”