Hallbjorn felt a delight in tormenting Kara. He watched her get close to the edge and stopped before she could find release. Her cries filled his ears and he knew they would not reach that special pitch that signaled that she reached climax unless he permitted. Her anguish did not move him to avert his course, and he denied her again and again without mercy. "I am doing this to you, female," Hallbjorn whispered in a voice that was dark and rich as molten dark chocolate, "because you chose to be bad." He brought his lips close to her ear, as if he would grace it with his teeth, but then he pulled away with only the heat of his breath on her skin to show for his mouth's proximity.<br/><br/>Eventually Kara ran her fangs over her flesh and he was ready to stop her from sinking her fangs into him. He knew that if she did that she would find a release he was not yet ready to give her. But her fangs only scraped along his flesh. It pleasured him to feel her fangs on his body, but he did not let it show. A bad girl did not get to see that. "That is a little better." Hallbjorn murmured softly to her when she did not try to take his blood without his permission.<br/><br/>She begged, and Hallbjorn tilted his head to one side and then the other, evaluating her pleas. The finger that penetrated her continued to do so at a rich, sinful pace. His other hand moved and gripped Kara's neck, and he forced her head back with his strong grip. That hand at her neck held her immobile. Once again he showed his complete control over her body.<br/><br/>Hallbjorn lowered his mouth to Kara's and kissed her hard. His lips claimed hers completely and forcefully, and he invaded her mouth with his tongue. His tongue found hers and stroked it slowly, delectably, and with purpose. Then his tongue parted from hers but did not leave her mouth. Instead he ran it over the sharp edge and points of her fangs, lacerating his tongue multiple times on her burgeoning fangs. It hurt to cut himself that way, but soon his rich blood flowed into Kara's mouth. Hallbjorn showed none of the pain those cuts caused him. Every beat of his heart had more and more blood flowing into Kara's mouth, and his tongue found hers again in a bloody French kiss.<br/><br/>His finger worked swiftly and surely into Kara's backside, and this time he would let her find the release that he denied her. He would keep working that finger in and out of her body even when she reached climax, working to draw it out as long as possible, intent on wearing her out as much as possible.