<div class="floatleft">[(http://i.imgur.com/JNiViON.jpg)      </div><hr/>Marie-Eve Tremblay<br/>Below Nocturne: floor H, private office<br/><hr/><br/>Mare's eyes flutter as he begins to stroke her sensitive breasts, the firm, creamy flesh dimpling lightly at his touch.  The discussion of 'keeping' her raises the beast's hackles, but it's getting something unexpected, almost like a direct line of morphine-- it's being sated, or seems to be.  Somehow in her conscious mind she knows that the beast wants what he says... a fuck.  A fuck that cripples her human body and leaves the beast with what it wants... with Mare subdued, it could run free.<br/><br/><i>No,</i>she thinks, a tiny voice somewhere in the dark boudoir of her mind.<i>It has to be worn down.  It can't be over quickly.</i><br/><br/>Her nipple stiff against his fingers, she bucks lightly as he nips her ear, and then thrashes her back into an arch as he begins to apply hot, moist pressure to her sensitive peaks.  She doesn't resist at first, lets him move her-- too easily-- until she's sitting atop his thighs, straddling him, and he can feel the wet heat of her sex on his thigh, her hands trailing light scratches as they clutch at his shoulder muscles.<br/><br/>His erection stands between them like a sentinel, and she doesn't even look at it at first.  Her silvery eyes remain locked to his, unblinking, as she lets her hands relax, gliding across his chest like slow-fanning wings.  She doesn't try to hide that she's enjoying his body, a want that she's kept caged and sedated for years.  "The first time I came," she says in a hoarse whisper, her fingertips trailing his stomach, "I was in the bath, letting the water bring me off under the spout..." she finds the faint trail of his pubic hair, the lean hipbones and taut thighs where she explores him with long brush-strokes of burning fingers.  "I liked that... then," she let one hand cup gently around his base, giving it a slow, gentle caress, as if measuring his size, "One night, I lost control... tore half the house down."  Her lips curl up into a devious smile, and it's hard to say who is speaking now.  Maybe both.<br/><br/>She lowers her face, places her lips between his chest muscles in a long, gentle kiss that lets her ivory-white hair tickle his abdomen.  "I had to stop it, then, except when I was in a cage," her words are hot tattoos along the ridge of his abs, the sunken navel... her hand strokes up and down gently along his shaft then, working the skin at the base of his head with a gentle tug.  When her hair reaches his sac, her cheek is pressed alongside his shaft.  "Would that be vigorous enough?"  She grins, her feral teeth glinting in the dim light, and places a long, wet kiss at the base of his cock's head, her tongue trailing out after and painting a slow path down to the base.  She has never done this before, but seems to be guessing right.<br/><br/>As she turns her face and works her way back up, her hand strokes down to his testes and gives them a gentle caress, and her fangs glint in the light just before she puckers her lips to kiss the tip of his cock.  A grin then, and she kneads him, and parts her lips to engulf his head in her wet, velvety mouth.<br/><br/>She uses one hand to work the base of him as she suckles and bobs delicately along the head, letting her tongue slowly drag its wet path along his sensitive underside, and her other hand, it seems, is preoccupied with exploring every inch of his side-- like a blind woman learning the statue of David by its anatomy.  She emits a low, throaty moan with half his length in her mouth, swallows tenderly, then works him more, again and again.