Whysteria Cafe (Gabriel)

[within7temptation]

Her eyes widened as a trully feral growl vibrated from deep within her chest and escaped from the hollows of her slender throat. But the viscious sound lasted just long enough to no longer be considered a purr, when the lips of her lover had found her own once again and had cut the deadly note short and turned it into a moan. Yes... Pure ecstasy radiated throughout her heated vienes, starting at the points of her skin where her beloved Gabriel's flesh was pressed against her own. The female's body quickened as his did, though it was a terrible effort to restrain herself from her release in order to please the elder and more dominant creature that had her so very well pinned to their lover's bed of grass.

Ah, but what lovely images began to dance through her experianced mind as she was rolled in order to stradel such a hansome creature. Her pace slowed so that she could tease him with their love making and she pressed her lips to his chest as she graced her hands up from his sides to trace her dainty fingers over his chest and then his shoulders, and down his arms. The tip of her tongue lapped playfully at the elder's chest and throat. The woman had set a pace that had become agonizingly slow for herself. But it would be worth it in order to see the look in her lover's eyes as she moved her hips, threatening to break their sexual contact, and then sliding closer again. A deep rumble sounded in the background and made her shiver. She could smell the rain on the slight breeze that had begun to pick up throughought the night. The storm would be upon them very soon. Wrether or not the rain would reach them through the willow's thick covering was irrelevent. All that mattered was if the storm would give the pair more time together. Would the clouds be dark and black out the sun? Would the storm be great and terrible? And would it force all mortals away to hide within their homes until the dreaded sun broke loose and covered the lands in its blinding and murderouse Ultra Voilet rays?

The Lady Duskarie trully hoped so.

[gabriel]

Gabriel growled under his Mistress, finding her body slowly falling against his own now that she was on top. She loved torturing him. She had been tortured by his slow play, but this was no play it was raw sexual lust expressed in its purest, slowest form. The vampire's hands slid up her legs, around her round rump, and up atop her hips. Firmly digging his fingers into her flesh he helped to guide her down against him and even encouraged a little more speed to the act as she would permit him.

Her touch was intoxicating and fang filled grin was the reward for her effort. Painfully slow her carnal pace was, but enjoyable with the teasing of her lips and her tongue. Watching her was a sport and one he feasted eagerly.

More, however, was the threat of her body rising off his length and ending their copulation. His fingers fastened atop her hips anxious to hold her fast to his body; to lose the moist folds of her mound would make him most displeased. How trying it was not to erupt only to have the opportunity whisked away? He wouldn't dare let her go. She was his and he was her's. He wanted it all.

Thank the gods--holy and unholy--she descended against him, burying him and smothering him with her body and scent. "Yesss," he hissed eagerly while his fingers tightened and loosened, desiring a faster, harder pace. This slow one was begining to drive him wilder; how much longer could he endure before he lost control of himself? He'd already passed the point of release, but will alone held it so that they might cry out as one and complete the sexual ritual. He'd only just met her and already wanted to know and feel everything about her. A partnership no Human could ever aspire to enjoy.

[within7temptation]

the shelter of the willow tree, the worl was aspiring to turmoil. She could smell the rain that threatened. And yet, the rain did not matter. The lightning that split the ebony sky into peices, nor the thunder that reverbarated throughout the city. Within it all, there were only two creatures. Two immortal lovers. She shuddered as she leaned up and braced herself with her hands upon the other vampire's shoulders. How much longer would the two of them be able to keep their bodies' need for release at bay? Duskarie had very good control over herself, almost unnatural control, but keeping her climax at bay for so long was becoming very difficult.

The female's skin twitched beneath the touch of her lover as his hands slid up her clenching thighs to roam over her ass and then to settle upon her hips. She knew for a fact that she had riled him with her coy threat the moment he tightened his grip upon her, making her moan out in pleasure that was mixed with mild pain. Massachist. His voice in her ears --the hunger and the lust and the pleasure that she could practically feel as it washed over her-- was enough to make her toes curl. Her hands tightened upon Gabriel's shoulders as she tightened her legs and rolled them once more. Duskarie was a dominant female when it came to her social life. But the act of making love was a different matter. Power-plays and games to taunt we part of her life; but in the end, she needed a male between her thighs that could dominate her. Not would, but very easily could.

Again, her legs tightened around Gabriel's waist and she pressed her lips to his. "Let go with me, Gabriel." A mere suggestion, though almost a plea. She knew he wanted to. Knew that he would soon need to. Her back arched up, pressing their skins together. And yet... She feared their release. She had never approved of being some ass's ramdom one-night tup. And it would be a shame to loose such a magnificent catch. Her nails hooked into his arms as she thought of this, shuddering in the ecstacy of their god-like union. Well, in her chosen life-style it was god-like. And on this night, it was very godly indeed.

[gabriel]

The rain didn't even register with him. If they lay there long enough the creeping ground water might, but that was neither here nor there yet. Thought, alone, didn't register. His senses were consumed with Duskarie and his desire for her. A crazed hunger he reveled in. Restraining himself, playing the mere mortal out on the streets and in little parties of the rich and powerful, was a necessary evil. Were it tolerated, were Vampires rulers of the world as an immortal creature should be, such would not be the case. Perhaps it was all the years of trying to be the good Vampire that drove him to this desperate hunger. Letting the beast burn inside of him and drive all rational thought from him was exquisite and absolutely freeing.

Thought was driven from him, but that of how they might enjoy one another's flesh, but sensation... he would remember Duskarie and how they had enjoyed their first night together under the moon, in public, shamelessly, but without audience. It was so wrong, but neither of them had cared. They didn't want to care and so they hadn't.

When she exposed herself once more, opening her body to whatever ministrations he deigned best fit for their lewd soiree, Gabriel's fingers slid up from her hips, over her pert breasts, and grabbed hold of his lover's shoulders firmly. Her legs ensured their bodies were locked together, but for support and to supplement the commitment between them he fastened his fingers about her as well. Even as their lips pressed together and a soft yearning for release plead from those unforgettable petals the man pressed on with unwavering gusto. As it drew nearer his enthusiasm only increased in measure.

Consequence? Regret? He would hold thought of neither once they were through. Even if Duskarie had been the lover of another, Gabriel would have taken it in stride and simply offered a plan to meet again in secret. Nothing would stop him now and gods--holy or unholy--willing nothing would again.

A low growl as her nails dug into his arms turned into a roar as their bodies became one in an explosion of the sense. Perhaps a mortal in the far distance might pass it off as a rumble of thunder overheard; Gabriel, himself, saw no need for modesty after sharing his very being with the woman in his iron-clad grip.

His fingers loosened about her shoulders after the indescribable passed. Emerald, glowing eyes looked down upon her as a sated beast, but one that refused to collapse spent from their effort. What would his Lady desire? More? To lay in the comfort of one another in the rain? Thought itself continued to whir about his mind, too jumbled to make any decisive venture just yet in the wake of their sharing. A moment to reflect and enjoy wrapped itself about him as he gazed upon the fair Lady, heart slaving away in his chest.

[within7temptation]

There was pain in her shoulders, but she was helpless to do more than sink her nails into Gabriel's arms as she allowed herself to finally clamax with a low and desperat moan. His eyes captivated her as she gazed up at him with a smile that was both weary and pleased. "Never been pleasured so." Her voice was soft as she caressed her slender fingers over his cheek bone and along his jaw to finally run them through his dark hair. "Gabriel..." Duskarie leaned up to put her soft lips at his ear, pressing her skin to his once more. "If I asked you to follow me somewhere, to be with me, would you do it?"

She should have been regreting this already. The entire situation. She was with Morgan, a passionate young man with considerable skill. And he was to meet her in Romania soon. Duskarie would be leaving London in three days time anyways. She should not have asked this male to join her. It would only cause complications...

But as she pulled away to look up at him again, she came up short on reasons that she could not have this man beside her. The covenant would never be so stupid as to force her to choose a man, though the elders were all eager for her to remarry. And she knew that both males were as sexually open to their own gender as she was to her own. The woman blinked up at the roof of greenery above them as thunder rumbled overhead. Trully no reason for her not to have both of these exquisite males. None at all. Her smile widened as she reached for her dress and began to stand, the rain inally making its way through the leaves to splatter in fat drops upon their skins and the grass around them.