Playing House

by Guest Fri May 08, 2009 8:50 pm

Asa watched the tears mingle with the Blood, thinning it, streaking down his forearm, and falling onto his slacks.

Goddamnit. My last Yves Saint Laurent.

True, the brand still existed, but it was ready to wear, not the couture house. His second-to-last pair had been ruined in the sewers, but the Mass had probably evened that score. Even though they weren't really keeping score, because they were simply there for each other, nevertheless. How interesting that his mind had unconciously turned to houses -- even if it was a house of couture.

He let his mind wander, and ramble, to keep it off of the pain. The pain of feeling his very essence drank, and the pain of keeping his Beast in check. How it raged in indignation. The urge to snap the offending neck and stop the feeding was... difficult... to ignore.

Asa looked away from the sight, and caught Olivette's silent eyes, watching. He noted the desire and jealously at war within her, and her small tongue unconsciously licked her lips.

It was comical, almost, that Cozette was his, now. Although the thought had never crossed his mind, she and Olivette were two of a pair. He doubted it would even be a week before they were lovers.

Asa's eyes flickered to his Vacheron Constantin.

What the hell.

His eyes caught Olivette's again, and his lips parted. She responded to his unspoken command, coming to kneel before him, and unbuttoning her blouse. Normally, now, he would send her into a near-fugue, because of her... idiosyncrasies.

Not tonight.

Asa's hand flashed out, grabbing her by the neck and using his thumb to turn her chin away as he sunk his fangs into her. He felt her gasp and cry out as the rapture mixed with her revulsion, and blended with the psychological effects of his physical domination of her.

Once she was fully in the throes of The Kiss, he released her, and then pulled Cozette off of his arm. He leaned over her tear and blood stained face, her eyes dilated in the ecstasy of her new Vinculum. Turning her head, he bit into her, and offered his forearm to Olivette.

The simultaneous sensation of The Kiss and Vinculum crushed both of them, overloading their senses, and Asa's eyes twinkled in amusement as the two women's eyes found each other.

He watched delicate hands reach out and tear clothing off with animal abandon, and the blood smeared women come together in a tangle of limbs and sounds of pleasure. He laughed softly as he watched.

Playing with your food was fun.

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