Whysteria Cafe (Gabriel)

[gabriel]

Gabriel smiled as the Lady beneath him ran wild with thought. Yes, he wanted to know her desires. His were, immediately, apparent, though he had more than such simple needs in the long term. Still, what was it that Duskarie needed from him in return? Short or long term. As creatures of the Night they had years to explore one another and bask in the sins of the world with no need to rush out of fear of happenstance tearing them apart. Hunters and Wolves were, of course, an issue, but then what was life without a little danger?

Sensing the desire slowly growing in his female companion, Gambriel's eyes remain wide open in devouring every savory moment and response she provided. She was enjoying it and this pleased him; the evening wouldn't be cut short by one of his own having burned themselves out of passion. It had been known to happen. Gabriel's passion for Humanity had been relatively recently crushed after all, but there were so many more passions left to enjoy.

"My only desire, Gabriel, is equality. [...] I just need a man to be on the same level as me for once."

Her hands moved slowly over Gabriel's chest, the tips of her fingers toying with his suit as she rested her head back on the grass. She did not know him, not a damned thing except that he was close to her own age, if not older, and that she felt safe. Even as dangerouse as she knew he was, she felt safe as she lay there beneath the willowwith him.

"Equality," he breathed, leaning in closer to the woman, his heated breath caressing her exposed neck while she lay prostrate under the cloistering willow. Letting his fingers roam higher up her leg he slowly pushed any obscuring or impeding fabric aside or higher, exploring the silky smooth flesh and tickling his latest beloved's senses. Could they linger in one another's company for decades or centuries? Perhaps. Gabriel would settle for just one night with such a regal Vampiress, however, and lament her loss should they choose not to pursue it further.

As for her need... "You are a goddess; but even a goddess needs companionship to weather the ebb and flow of time." Slow, butterfly kisses drifted up the length of her neck after he spoke those honest words. The younger ones were wise to respect her and not temper her ire, but she wanted someone with the wisdom of ages and the confidence (or ambition) of youth. Someone equal, but not dead in spirit as well as body. Gabriel could relate to that and would gladly be her suitor if she wished. The benefit of being immortal was as long as you didn't live a mortal's life, settling down, taking up a job, worrying about finances, you could retain the spark of life itself almost indefinitely--to remain young in mind and soul forever. Growing up only meant you were smart enough and wise enough to conduct yourself reasonably.

A gently nibble upon the thin material separating her blood from his lips with his fangs teased the Vampiress within. His words were soft as he lingered near her ear, "As equals we should be honest with one another in what we desire for the moment. What we think of each other and this world around us. Respect one another as people," because even a Vampire was still a person with basic expectations of recognition and respect. "Tell me, Lady Duskarie," his right hand slowly slid toward the inside of her thigh, "what you desire this moment."

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The liquidy feel of the cool fabric sliding over her and the other vampire's hand carressing her sensitve skin sent shivers running down her spine. Butterfly kisses leading to the fabric of her dress. This man was such a strange temptation to her. His voice in her ear as her spoke of her being a goddess and how such creatures needed companions just as every other creature did. He spoke of how equals needed to be honest with one another.
What is your desire this moment? Was it not as clear as the sivle pentacle that hung around her neck what she desired at this very moment? His hand on her thigh drew forth a soft sound that was half of a hiss, just as it was half of a moan. The woman leaned up so that her lips were at her companion's ear and she smiled. "At this very moment, Gabriel... I desire you. I desire you more than I desire blood." And even after a great feeding, she always desired blood.
Leaning closer, she grazed her fangs down along his pulse before she trailed soft kisses up his throat to find his lips. It was not a kiss, really; More along the lines of a teasing touch. Her soft lips had barely touched his before she was trailing them down his neck again. "I don't care where. But I know that you want me just as badly as I want you. Even if it is only for a night or two."
Her voice was soft as she looked up into his eyes. She loved his eyes. They were such a brilliantly dark shade of green and they showed so much life. Her left hand trailed across his cheek bone, as gently as the moth that had landed upon her skin had been. A moment later it was moving over the male's chest and around his side to his back. Her rght hand was lazily toying with the tie in the silver ribbon at the top of her dress. It was too late in the night for there to be others about, save for other vampires or the stray werewolf.
Her smile was warm and lusty as she traced stars and swirels and hearts all along his lower spine. Such pictures had never ment anything to her; Just the three most common things she traced with her fingers when she was bored or flirting. She slowly bent her bared leg so that it was forced to spread just an inch or so.

[gabriel]

The honeyed words he longed to hear forced him to draw his head back, lips leaving the scented flesh of her next, so that he might gaze once more on the woman's brilliance. Then they desired each other. There was no need to restrain themselves from pouring fuel on the bonfire that could consume them at any given moment. Too open? Too loose? No, perhaps he was too much of a predator, but he didn't find any fault with Duskarie, his Lady of the Night. He enjoyed chasing reserved mortals for the sake of turning them to unbridled passion, and for play. Duskarie and he could bask in such revel later if they chose, but tonight was their's.

Lips parted, Gabriel's eyes drooped for a moment as the Vampiress teased at his neck with promise. What amazing images and sensations might fly through their minds at the exchange of crimson, liquid life. Her kiss, then, albeit faint and torturous in its fleeting nature was that of a princess beckoning her prince to stir at her presence.

Both eyes slid open once more, yearning to see those hungry lips as they mouthed soft sounds and begged for exploration. Again she assailed his neck while whispering dark promise for the evening's affair.

"I don't care where. But I know that you want me just as badly as I want you. Even if it is only for a night or two."

A night or two? "A lifetime. An age. How long can two creatures thirsting to taste of everything linger?" It had been...too short since he lost his one, true love. It very well may have been simply a lingering fragment of her having given 'birth' to him as an immortal; may have been mortal love fostered in the wake, fed by the presence of something so beautiful and deadly. Still, it was something he had yet the opportunity to enjoy since. All others had come...and gone. Too soon for someone that had lived history where textbooks only pecked at embers. How absolutely rapturous would it be to endure the passage of time with another--an equal. "We could find out," Gabriel breathed, seeking the siren's gaze, "together."

Words of romance and companionship nearly choked in his throat as the woman began openly inviting him closer. Fingers gently massaged Duskarie's thigh as she bent her leg slowly. Watchful gazes of others? Gabriel had done more than what society would accept. Not so far as to be revolting to man or woman of any age, but observers or parties weren't foreign to him. Let the little ones watch if that's what interested them. How popular was pornography in the West these days, after all? As for the immortals... never interrupt a desirous Vampire of his feast; even the most ferocious wolf would find that fight most unsavory.

Peeling his lips back, the man gave Duskarie a fang filled grin. Gentle play was alluring, but he was curious what more would come soon enough. He shifted his body to kneel between the lady's legs with a quick, fluid stroke of his left hand to move aside the spread skirt--kneeling atop the fabric would not be so kind should their efforts turn impassioned.

A firm hold of her revealed, long leg guided it about his waist as Gabriel leaned back in and over the Lady. "I have longed for someone as irreplaceable and unmatchable as you, my Lady Duskarie. Your wish, then, is my desire as my passion is your's." With nothing to ward him at bay, he was quite pleased to hold her in his arms beneath the willow in the gardens. To feel the cool warmth of another vampire lit by the diffuse glow of their heavenly guardian as it hung suspended overhead watching.

His right hand slid down over the left curves of Duskarie's neck, along the exposed flesh and down the center of her chest to rest on the silver, silken laces binding the woman's body within by old--and reborn again--fashion. Gabriel leaned down closer and toyed with the lace with a lone fang, hovering between the supported and accentuated breasts. "My Lady?" A customary askance of a gentleman ensuring his fine companion was ready to begin their journey; only this trek would take them down many secreted lanes.

[within7temptation]

She shivered slightly as he moved the cool fabric aside and knelt between her exposed thighs. She herself grinned to reveal her own white fangs, a look of pure and instinctual lust playing across her luminescent face as she tighted her leg around his waist. "...M'Lord..." A customary askance deserved for her to give a customary concent.
Her breath hitched in her throat as her companion toyed with the delicate thread with his fangs. Her delicate hands smoothed across his sides and slid lower the the top of Gabriel's pants. Her sharp nails ticked against the botton as she moved her hips slightly so that she could get more comfortable. Her skin seemed to tingle where he had slid his hand over her face and down her neck and chest.
Secret lanes, forbidden places. All of it was a temptation and all of it made her eyes bright with desire. She let out a soft, purring sound as one of her strong nails caught at the button of his pants and flicked it loose. Her need had begun to build rappidly by now as she watched to see what he would do next.
Her right hand moved up to carress the back of his neck as her other hand continued to toy with the waist band of his pants. She wandered, as she ran her fingers through his hair, what would become of them after this night. She hoped that, at the very least, she would have gained a decent and experianced companion to spend the late hours conversing with.
A slight breeze ruffled his hair and caused the branches of the ancient willow tree to sway gently. She loved the smell of him in the night air and the feel of his body so very close to her own slight form. Her brilliant eyes slid closed for just a moment as she took in the reality of the situation.

[gabriel]

A slow burning desire burst into flames before his eyes as his newly beloved's leg wound about him relentlessly. It drove him wild to see Duskarie respond so favorably to his advances. The raw want matched his own; what manner of carnal passion could two such spirited creature of abandon share?

A soft laugh slid over his lips as Duskarie played with the button of his pants. His eyes rose up from the valley between those bound peaks, traveling up the length of her savory neck, across the invitation of her lips, and into the spell of her vibrant, shifting eyes.

Swaying his own hips trapped in the hook of the succubus' hold, Gabriel pressed his body in against her own. Anxious to have his pants down, was she? Perhaps a physical expression of his interest in shedding the entrapments of mortality afraid of their bodies that they should instead revel in with what time they had; unlike a Vampire that had eternity--if one were smart--to indulge the senses.

Hands sliding up her sides, pressing ever so softly against the fabric separating their bodies. Gabriel's fingers stopped at the bottoms of her breasts before slowly slipping around their sides at a crawl. A soft sigh as he watched her expression. It was more than just feeling such a beautiful body beneath him. More than sex. He could have sex with any pretty woman on the planet. Duskarie was more than a walking sex object to him; he wanted to see her enjoy it, want it, need it. That was why her desires were so important. Equality meant they both bathed in a sea of lust. Together.

Another throaty laugh rumbled forth before his lips fell back toward her chest. Hooking a fang about the silken tie, he worked on loosening her bindings--to free the animal within. One slip at a time he'd wind that thread loose and set the corset flying apart.

[within7temptation]

The loosening of the fabric that bound her torso, and then the complete opening of it, cause her to open her eyes. The wait was killing her, and he was so agonizingly slow... And yet she found herself loving every second of it. The need she was experiancing was not only for the pleasure, but the anticipation as well. Her heart beat frantically within her chest as she hooked her fingers gently into her companion's shoulders.
"You are... Bent on torturing me?" Her voice was breathy and thing, as though she had just run for far too long. A soft chuckle sounded deep within her chest as she fought to get her breathing under control. Every deep and frantic breath only caused the fabric of her corset to loosen even more. She hoped that he liked what was to be revealed to him as her hands slid over his shoulders and down his arms to trace her fingers over his hands and then glide back up to his neck.
She shuddered every time she felt his warm breath gliding over her skin. She longed to finaly know the taste of him and the feel of his flesh. She moved her hand low to caress him, grinning when the corset finaly fell away from her skin to rest on the ground in a pool of blue silk. Duskarie smiled a toothy grin and, as she proped herself up slightly on her elbows, asked with a voice that was feme fatal, "Do you think them pretty, Gabriel?" Her saphire gaze was riveted upon the male's hansome face as she graced her left hand over his cheek and lightly brushed her thumb against his lower lip. Great Gods within the Heavens, she longed to taste his lips. But she had always been one for lady-like modesty, even during love-making. But still, such a temptation...
She leaned up to him with only the slightest of grins and snaked her slender arms around his chest so that she could pull him closer to her as she lay back down in the grass. The woman was hesitant at first, but she eventually pressed her lips to his once more. It was not the same ghost of a kiss that she had placed upon him earlier. No, this was a true, passion filled meeting of their lips. She pulled back slightly to look at him.

[gabriel]

Snaking his head higher over the unbound peaks of his lover, Gabriel flashed a fang filled grin with her desperate plea. "Yes," the man hissed merrily, his own body hard and yearning to know more of the creature trapped in his possession, but restrained and tempered with the ages to be a most cruel, vexing lover that would excite before devouring the passions of his mate with indescribable joy.

Those anxious fingers slid over his hands before finding perch about his neck again, urging him for more. She needed to feel more. He needed to feel more. As the corset teetered on the brink of slipping free of her body, the tips of Gabriel's fingers slid up her belly and pushed aside the loose material to caress and knead the exposed sexualized, feminine attributes. How was it men, being in charge, had yet to release the female upper body for all to see? How had religion and "moral purity" persisted for so long? They only ascribed sexual value to a woman's breasts, creating the very thing they feared and reviled within themselves--that which Gabriel drunk of freely--lust.

Leaning in quickly, the man brought their lips within scant inches as he met her eyes with the challenge of admiring her beauty of body. A low growl built within as the palm of his right hand lighted atop a breast allowing him to feel the utmost of her chest. "I think you exquisite." Though her breasts were alluring; still, he wasn't obsessed with just one part of Duskarie. No, he wanted everything. Nothing less would do.

Letting his lips part, his tongue slowly slithered forth to lap at the thumb so playfully caressing the lower lip. Now she was taking the opportunity to slow herself down. How torturous.

That didn't last.

A throaty laugh followed her game of pulling him down over her back toward the ground. Both hands slipped from their perch and around the woman's body as their chests pressed together. His shirt... ah, it was in the way. He wanted it gone. But her lips...

Hungrily he greeted her kiss, at last.

In the break, Gabriel lifted his upper body from her and unwound his arms from about her body. Deep, heavy breaths panted from him as his fingers removed the buttons at blazing speed from where they were, themselves, trapped. The jacket was tossed aside. The shirt was undone, but not yet removed. His pants remain right where she'd left them, unbutton, but firmly attached to his hips.

Uncovered, he leaned back in over his prey. "I need you, Duskarie." Sliding his bare chest up against that of Duskarie's, Gabriel's vision became both clouded and crystal clear, full of the vision of the two of them, vampires, beneath the willow tree. "Need..." Another low growl before his lips descended to claim those of the one beneath him, fixing his arms about her side and clinging to her back. His tongue explored the supple petals of her lips for entrance and he hoped they would soon be dispensing with their lower garments before much longer. Duskarie would have first pick, if she wish, otherwise Gabriel's desire might burn out of control and consume both their clothes.

[within7temptation]

The cool night air played upon her skin, and yet all she could feel was the press of her companion's body upon her own form and the feel of his palm caressing her brest. Kneeding at her. Her back arched up towards him as that same soft, purring growl escaped from her delicate throat and vibrated from deep within her now very exposed chest. The female watched with hunger shimmering within her sapphire gaze as her lover tossed aside his coat and made very quick work of the buttons that restrained his torso. What was revealed to her excited eyes made her shiver with the increase of her lust.

Her rose-petal lips parted for his exploration. Her own tounge gently lapped at the male's as her hands moved down his body. Her finger tips danced along Gabriel's sides and back until she had reached the waist band of his pants once more. Her deft fingers eventualy found the zipper of his pants and slid it down slowly. The sound it made was loud in the otherwise almost silent night. The vampiress hooked her nails into the fabric, hissing as she did so, and pushed it down. Her left hand slid back up to undo the three thin ribbons that held her skirt closed at her left hip.

Her lips lifted slightly into a smile through their kissing as her right hand caressed her partner's length while her left hand slid her skirt off to the side and then pushed at his shirt to remove it. If this male needed her as much as he said he did, as much as he acted like he did, why did he not take her then? Her desire for him was burning within her delicate form, heated and blazing and out of any sort of control. "Gabriel..." Her lips slid down his throat and to his colar bone. She toyed at his smooth skin with the sharp tips of her ivory fangs. "...Need you too... Want you."

She could feel her breath coming in quick pants as she grazed her fangs over to the other vampire's heart beat and snaked the tip of her tounge over his skin before presing her lips to his chest. Her nails dug lightly into his sides as she tempted him by gently rolling her hips up and against his.

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[gabriel]

Gabriel could feel the cool night air caressing their living, dead flesh causing it to firm as it tightened to combat the chill. If they'd been alive they might have worried about exposure or weakened immune response from sub-optimal body temperature. Fortunately, vampires didn't need to worry about either condition in the slightest. More importantly, there wasn't a second's hesitation in exploring someone else's body without spending the time on a condom--disease was, again, another entrapment of the mortal.

Groaning in delight, the man explored the offered petals and the slippery tongue refusing to be controlled. It was driving him mad with need and want. Self control kept him from tearing their clothes in half, but just nearly. He enjoyed every excruciating moment in her arms, feeling her body respond to him and his to her. Exploration of his pants certainly helped to inspire.

Sliding his left hand down and over Duskarie's hip, he lay his faintly trembling digits over her's as they tugged at the ribbons hiding the fullness of her body from him.

Even as they kissed, exploring one another's mouths, Gabriel groaned and sighed with how Duskarie began manipulating his flesh to her whims. Breathing began to pant and his right hand pressed against the small of her back to help arch their bodies together as one as they lay there beneath the night sky.

"Yes," Gabriel hissed, "yes..." Hear her, see her, feel her, taste her, smell her... it wasn't driving him mad, but it was bringing his baser desires to the surface; the more animal, instinctual needs and thought. Complete abandonment.

Rolling his head back, the male Vampire's lips spread wide open as he hissed in lust of the flesh and of Duskarie's blood as she tempted him with her fangs against his neck. Her hips rolled to meet his as he cradled her body against his own. A twist smile overcame him before pressing his chin down against the top of his neck to watch the woman lapping at his chest. Enough foreplay. Enough restraint.

A low growl of primal desire was all she got before he slid his body down against her and then slid inside. A strong, slow rhythm built and grew faster at an accelerated rate. She was his and he was her's; anything that interrupted them now would be torn limb from limb as they drowned in the torment of their lust together.

[within7temptation]

The female's entire body shuddered at the first of their joining. Her nails dug in to her partner's skin, drawing forth a trace of his life blood to leave small stains upon the tips of her pale fingers. That smell... Her fangs were slowly revealed as her soft lips pulled back in a wild and lusty smile. Her hips moved in time with his, the rythm of their love-making and the strength that they put behind their movements increasing with every exquiset thrust. "Gabriel..." Her lips were at his ear. The vampiress's voice was soft as she spoke his name; Almost a moan. "My Gabriel, tonight."

Her nails drug down the sides of her lover as her lips found his pulse. Her tounge lapped gently at the man's skin as she moaned softly. The friction of his skin grinding against her own slick entrance caused her mind to blur as her fangs scraped over where her tounge had touched him. She needed him. She needed his touch and she needed his taste. All of him. Nothing less would be able to sate her on this night. Not human blood or the blood of any other immortal. Nor would and other lover; Immortal or otherwise.

Her long legs wrapped about the elder immortal's waist as her slender body arched up to grind her tender skin against Gabriel's own tightened flesh. Her own crimson blood seemed to sing within her veins. Being a junkie for wild, pasionate love-making --thus enjoying the pain that came with it-- she also enjoyed feeding upon her lovers as they fed upon her. That being said, her mouth opened just enough to give her fangs the room they needed. The male's post was so strong against her lips as the tips of her fangs pressed against his neck. What would his blood taste like as compaired to his skin? What visions would she see? She hesitated as her body arched again and she let forth that wild, moaning hiss. Bliss was building up within her and aching for the release. Her needle-sharp fangs finally sank into Gebriel's skin and the warmth of his blood washed over her tounge. It was not a frantic feeding, but a passionat sharing. And she would offer her own blood in return when she was finnished. This male tasted of wilderness and of times that have been long forgotten by humans. Almost feral. If feral had ever had a taste, that is. It was a good taste, like the perfectly aged wine served with tender, juicey doe's meat. Yes. Simply...

...Perfect...

[gabriel]

Pain and pleasure. What a lovely brew of delight his magnificent lover drew forth. Her nails tore his flesh and released the crimson eternity boiling within full of desire. How her hips moved with his own yearning for the most of the consummation beneath the night's serene watch. "Duskarie," Gabriel groaned in turn, making each union of their bodies count for its fullest. Yes, tonight, her Gabriel. He could foresee many such nights. Explore every inch and curve of her delicious flesh and taste upon the blood of ages. Such dark thoughts fed the inferno within as a low laugh rose forth.

A soft, sharp hiss and a low growl followed his mistress' temptuous and sinful tease. She desired his blood? How very naughty. Such a corrupt soul deserved their punishment and he would gladly give it to her in the seclusion of the willow. Not that he had any less yearning to drown in the lore of Duskarie's living dead soul. Physical intimacy was amazing, but sharing their essence was absolutely rapturous.

Raising up from his knees where he'd knelt between the woman's toned thighs, Gabriel lifted her hips up off the ground with his left hand, supporting her as he explored Duskarie's sensual, moist lips. Leaning over her then he lowered himself nearer, right hand grasping at her right breast and firmly kneading it with earnest. He would slave upon her body every moment they had and not stop even at the release of his blood coating and painting his lover's lips, tongue, and mind with its age and vision.

What manner of thought she glimpsed was hard to say, especially if the images went too fast for her to pay heed while at play. His mind went back as far as a time before the Black Plague; wars, famines, raids, strolls in forests since bulldozed in favor of progress and farm land, artists, philosophers, young and old... all manners of mortal came and went in his life as he traveled the lands himself now immortal. A kinder, gentler, caring love toward those fragile creatures scurrying about for fifty years before going silent and how it turned tired and dismissive of those very same after enduring cycles of the same misbegotten ventures. Still, even in the modern era he had a fondness for the beauty left in the world and found anew. Beauty he couldn't compare to his latest lover whose needs and wants filled him.

Grunting as he was now the master, Gabriel panted under assault from pleasing Duskarie with two separate means. Nonetheless, he was a man of age and wisdom, a paramour that enjoyed the lasting taste of passion and satisfaction. There would be no quick end to her "suffering" by his means. Mortals might struggle to control their bodily processes, but he would endure until Duskarie herself was sated--if either could find that possible. With each passing moment of her feeding, his own hunger grew. Every drop of life drew the beast within further from its cave and feasted upon Duskarie however he could until she parted her lips and lay defenseless before his own fangs to explore the ages along side her.

[within7temptation]

Her body was no longer her's to control. Instinct had taken over long ago and it was instinct that had caused her body to arch into her lover's palm as she pulled her lips away from his pulse and let herself relax back into the grass. Though, it was not relaxation that would be allowed. Her lover seemed to be demanding her pleasure... She looked up at him with eyes that had turned such a dark shade of blue that, when mixed with the blood of her lover, had turned a deep, midnight purple.

Her pale pink lips had been stained a brilliant crimson and were now parted slightly to show only the slightest glimmer of her fangs. She had seen it all... His family, his childhood. The Plague. The woman... She knew her almost as well as he had. If not better, seeing as how she had that lovely skill for simply knowing. And then his fledgling... What pain that must have caused him. The endless mortals and the ever-changing times. Fear gripped her mind for a moment, even as her body continued to react to his. How would this man react to the memories of her odd persona as a child? And her Husband? The child that she had lost before her birth? And then there was the covenant, her plans for her "family." And her latest fledge...

Her breath caught in her throat and then escaped as a low moan as her body began to release. Her thighs quivered uncontrolably, clenching and tightening around Gabriel's hips. The woman lefted her chin slightly when she senced the other's need for blood. She knew that she had fed the fire within her lover, knew that she had called forth the beast that resided within him; Just as that same instinctual creature had been called forth from within her own depths. Her body thightened, clenching around his length. She had tasted his blood and now she desired what else he had to give her.

[gabriel]

The sex only got harder and faster as she drank the stream of blood from him; he could feel them becoming closer as she knew so much about him now and it was as though he sought to meld their bodies together in their act of copulation. While his green eyes were locked open, he'd gone blind as he focused on Duskarie's body trapped by by the fangs fastened to his neck, completely unaware of the world around them as touch, taste, sound, and smell guided his actions.

Once those bloodied lips parted from him, releasing him to gaze down upon her continence, a blink wetting his eyes to move once more and refresh the picture in his mind with that of Lady Duskarie panting beneath him, Gabriel's peeled back in a wide grin as his eyes dilated to take in her fullness. What she thought of it all could wait. Her fears what he would see could wait. It could all wait. They needed so much more before they'd waste time with words. So much more left to do in their unholy bed of grass and weeping foliage.

His breath caught and gasped from him as Duskarie's legs clenched about him, feeling the tremor in her body as their physical intimacy drove them to higher levels of union than any two mortals could know. The hunger turned into concentration and force of will as he held on, hands groping her and massaging her flesh. In pleasure and pain his body enjoined Duskarie's, but their release was momentary as he descended upon her neck with fervor.

Gabriel nipped and toyed with both sides of her neck before lapping at the right to moisten the skin just before his fangs plunged within her artery. The well spring of blood gushed down his throat as his hands slid up to grab hold of the woman's shoulders and lock them together without escape. Rocking his hips forward the vampire continued his rhythm even as thought and memory swam through him. It was intoxicating and unmatched in what exquisite delight burned inside of him, becoming one with his lover as they lay under the moon out in the open where any one might stumble upon them and gawk at their savage consummation of lust...and love.

A part of him found her weakest moments sorrowful and a pain to endure, alike or dissimilar to his own nightmares throughout long life; that same self, however, revealed in the magnificence of her triumphs and joys. Fortuitous that they balanced well enough that it didn't disrupt his concentration on embracing the woman as he fed. They'd both lost their beloved sire, though her's in violence. They'd both lost a dear child, though hers on a baser, biological level. Duskarie, however, had another... a Fledgling. Her desire for him burned inside of him; he could see the youth in his eyes and found him appetizing. Gabriel growled as he fed, attracted in his own right while basking in the love Duskarie held for the creature.

Hissing with satisfaction, Gabriel pulled back from the source of carnal life they swam in nightly. Then, not one to miss an opportunity, pressed the advantage and their lips together. So little had been kept from one another only by the time given them in the feeding. What more they could enjoy in late night feasts far into the future. Yes, Gabriel wanted to keep Duskarie with him; he yearned to hold her as his own for however long it would last. How could he not?

[within7temptation]

Her pale and soft flesh contacted and a shiver ran over her petit torso as she felt the press of her beloved's slick and pearly fangs toy at her neck, feeling her erotic male tease and tempt her ivory skin... Her male... Yes. He was her's now, was he not? She had tasted him and it was he with whome she was lieing with on this brisk and clear night, lieing there hidden beneath the long and flowing branches of such an old and lovely tree. It was no longer only for this one night. She wanted him at her side for much, much longer. Would he know how much she desired him when he tasted her life blood? And if he did see it, would he realize just how important such a desire was when it came from her? Duskarie was not one to desire a man's company for an extended length of time. She was so reluctant to take that step that she often even denied herself a single night of pleasure for years on end. It had been eighty years, if not even longer, between the time she had taken on just another random lover and the night she had met Morgan.

Heat and pain and cold and numbness seemed to mix and interchange, starting with the moment her mate released her crimson tide of life to feed upon and to learn from. The deep, midnight purple of her eyes changed quickly to a sparkeling sapphire, and in turn, to a brilliant shade of sky blue. The loss of warm blood was ot unpleasent, though it was very mildly uncomfortable for one sch as herself. But panic welled up inside of her as she felt Gabriel's hands grasping her shoulders to trap her in place for him to feast easier. The immortal woman had to fight to control herself and keep from lashing out at her lover and running away. A cage... His hands trapped her small form like an iron cage.

Her fear was soon replaced by the more basic and much more primitive desires and lust as the older vampire pulled away, hissing. Her lips parted so as to allow her to speak. But any words that she had been about to summon forth and voice were drowned out by the force of his lips pressing against her own. Her crystaline gaze fluttered until her eyes were closed half way and she extended her tounge to playfully lap at Gabriel's lower lip. Her arms snaked up to press their bodies closer together, if there was any small bit of space left to close by this time, as she tilted her hips and a soft, sighing moan slid from her vocals. Her trembling body tightened around her partner's again, coaxing him to quicken and strengthen if he so desired.

[gabriel]

Gabriel growled and submitted to her will, quickening his pace and leaving no mercy as her arms wound about him. Slipping his own free the Vampire helped to press their flesh together; they were as close to harmony and union as any two creatures could be and remain separate. They were sharing their bodies, their blood, and their memories freely. They drank in every drop of the unholy exchange and loved it.

Claiming her lips, not a moment apart would be granted until their bodies cried out together in ecstasy. Gabriel did, however, slowly roll her off the ground so that she lay atop his body, but their arms permitted no breath of air between them. Her blood drove him ever onward, refusing to only take pleasure from her and desperately needing to supply her her own in every way.

After an eternity his lips broke from hers, panting, before he nipped at a breast playfully. Would she like to play on top, or should he resume unquestioned dominance? His hands slid down her back and sides to rest at the small, just above her generous, round buttock. A firm, but generous pressure helped assure their bodies remain sexually united as she was now straddling him. Yes, Gabriel liked to wield authority, but he didn't mind being on the bottom from time to time and enjoying the wanton acts of his lover. Would it be much longer? Would they pass the entire night away in each other's arms before their screams frightened even the blackest of the evening away and woke the sun? Let it rise and he would devour it whole.

A grin surfaced over his lips as he gazed up at his lover. Not even what he'd seen frightened him from her. Even if she'd be a child of Satan himself--if such a fiend existed--would he have run. In fact, such a thing would only serve to excite. Damnation held nothing on him. The world was their's. Eternity was their's. No creature would lay a hand on his Queen, nor take him from her. Hunters deserved their fate and it was a most terrifying and gruesome one.