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Bio-Bloodlust (Zprimal and Rosita)

Bianca felt a strange sensation, like her body is warming up slightly. She wanted him to kiss her again. Silently she follows him with her eyes as he gets up to close the door. His next kiss is a little harder than the other, which catches her off guard. His moving around allows her to breath between kisses. Her arms had come up to wrap around him when he pinned her. Almost aggressive as he his, when he returns to her lips again Bianca captures them, demanding entry to his mouth for a French kiss.
 
Zwei tilted his head slightly, deepening the kiss, his tongue slipping past her lips. He felt his arousal stirring once again and pulled her onto his lap. 

He broke for air, she had yet to say anything so he decided to become bolder. He kissed Bianca again, his hands wrapping around her and beginning to lift her shirt. 
 
Bianca opened her own mouth, letting his tongue into her own mouth. Gingerly she ran her tongue over his fangs. In the past she had learned that her own fangs are sensitive to touch, especially when she's hungry. Carefully so as not to hurt her injured right foot Bianca wraps her legs around him. Bianca doesn't stop him from lifting her shirt up, releasing him so he can draw the fabric off her.

Eric got up to shut the video feed off on the monitor. Even though the vampires are very dangerous lab rats they should still get some privacy while mating. It would still be recorded, just not seen while they do it.
 
Zwei groaned at the faint sensation. Was it his fangs? He licked her fangs, wondering if he would get a similar response. He wrapped his arms around Bianca's waist, pulling her closer to him. He realized that the cotton shirt he wore was in the way, preventing direct skin contact. He grunted with annoyance, reluctantly releasing her and throwing his shirt off into the abyss of the room. He licked her lips, "Are we still watching the movie or do we have better things to do?"

Zwei picked up the controller and pressed a button, pausing the long-forgotten movie.
 
She is pleased with his groan. When he returns the gesture she gives a slight mrrr of pleasure. With here eyes she trails his hands as he takes his shirt off, going over his very well toned flesh. "We've got better things to do," Bianca answered hurriedly. Once he gets back, Bianca wraps her arms around him again, bringing them close, so that close that her breasts pressed against his. Kissing him deeply made the heat within her start to build again. She wants his touch, getting to point of needing. Separating their mouths again she kisses and nibbles with her fangs down from his ear to the crook of his neck, where she finally adds more pressure to her bite, hard enough to draw a slight drop of blood. She teases over the former wound with her tongue, lapping up the blood that had sprung forth.
 
Zwei's eyes snapped open as a small amount of pain registered in his brain. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her, before removing a hand to touch the small wound. With her body pressed to his, he could tell she was rather warm, similar to those with a fever. From the tent in his pants, he guessed that arousal was almost at full hardness already and it was getting more and more uncomfortable by the second. He moved down to lick her earlobe, "You know, if you wanted to drink blood, there are still some bags left in the fridge." Her unique scent was intoxicating him slowly but surely.
 
Zwei's swollen manhood hadn't escaped her notice. "Hmm, I could, but your blood has got such a nice spice to it... Against him her breast started to get firm, the sensitive buds quite pleasantly being stimulated. This time Bianca makes a bigger wound, which she teases with her tongue when she laps up the crimson blood. Such a lovely taste to it, fresh and hot and with a spice to it she had never tasted before. The thought of his blood traveling through every part of his body enticed her; the blood in her mouth had gone his heart, his brain, his sex... Slowly Bianca moved a hand from where they had embraced to trace along his waist line, finally resting the hand on the fabric over his hard manhood.
 
Zwei was not surprised that she took another bite again. He felt something on his arousal through the fabric of his pants and looked down, it was her hand. "Bianca..." He groaned softly, his hand stroking up and down her belly for a moment before moving up to cup her breast. He did not want to stop her but certainly was not really enjoying the wounds he was receiving as much as he would have wanted. He kissed her again, tasting the faint trace of his blood on her lips. He grinned mischievously before moving his attention downwards suddenly, licking at her breast through the fabric while another hand squeezed the other softly.
 
The touch on her belly gave her goosebumps, the hair on her arms and back raising up. Her breast is firm and sensitive, but it's really her sensitive pearl of flesh that is demanding his attention. For a second when meets their lips again Bianca mated their tongues. She wonders what tasting his own blood is like. "Oh," she startled a little bit at the feel of wet fabric and his tongue against the sensitive flesh of breasts. Gently she moved his hand up, placing it on her sensitive bud, giving him the hint to give attention there.
 
Zwei takes Bianca's hint easily, though he does not make any immediate action. He laughed softly at her actions; they flattered him. He continues licking for a bit, his other arm supporting her back. Finally, he licked her throat, pinching her nipple through her bra. He moved him mouth over her's again, stealing breath from her lungs. He squirmed slightly, trying to get rid of the sensation of her hand on his member. He gasped as he moved, having the opposite happen to what he was trying to achieve.
 
Just a hair Bianca leaned into his attentions. "Mmm," Bianca murred again when he covered her mouth again. Blue eyes sparkle at his gasp. "Mmm, you like that." She did move her hand, but it found a place on his bare chest. Just as in females, a males nipples can be just as sensitive, can be used for pleasure as well as pain. Experimentally she rubs a fleshy nub between two fingers. With her other hand she slides down his back, feeling his hard spine. She ends for a moment at the hemline of his pant, before slowly slipping under them. A flush had spread over her skin, and her breathing had changed. And of course her arousal hangs in the air, along with his. Pressing her soft lips to his jaw, she kisses her way down his neck, teasing spots with her tongue again but not biting him, even though she can keenly sense his veins carrying blood beneath the skin.
 
He groaned, damn it. It was taking quite some effort to not toss Bianca on the bed just then and start taking her as he wanted. He removed his supporting hand from her back to rest on the fabric where he knew her hand was beneath his pants. Zwei tilted his neck, allowing her more access to his throat. He shuddered slightly as she touched his nipple before laughing silently, it was slightly ticklish but not that bad to make him burst out laughing.

Zwei slipped his hand under her bra, his digits seeking out the nipple which seemed to like being played with. He pinched it, harder this time. Eager to make her pay for slipping into his pants.
 
Instead of teasing with her tongue, Bianca sucked on it with lips. So close to his tantalizing blood but yet so far. A small grin comes over her features when he shudders. A small his comes from her when he pinches her nipple. She herself is starting to reach the point of wanting to get onto the main event. With her free hand she started to stroke his hardness through the material, fully knowing that might drive him over the edge. Her body had reached the height of it's readiness, her bottom lips swollen, and her cave entrance moist in preparation.
 
Zwei half-groaned, half-snarled. "Okay that's it!" He could not bear the torture of waiting anymore, he lifted her up against the wall, pinning her there with his chest as he tore off her shorts and undergarments. He released her, dropping her back onto his lap and pulled her closer to him with an arm around her waist, groaning again at the hand around his member as he had moved her around. His hands fumbled for a moment at the clasp at her back before her top loosened as he released the catch.

Her arousal permeated throughout the room and he was, without doubt affected by it. He turned with her on his lap, lowering her onto the bed gently and pulled her naughty hand from his pants and pinned it together with her other hand with a hand. "I suppose you that you thought you did a very good job?" Truth was, she did. Zwei slipped a hand down between her legs parting her folds slightly before rubbing her nub with his thumb. "You did quite well, and this is what you'll get." He slipped his index finger into her up to the second joint.
 
Bianca gasped, both in surprise from him lifting her and a little bit of pain from her foot moving wrong. She tries to not hurt him when he moves her about. With her hands pinned Bianca tries to wriggle free of his grasp until she feels his very warm hand on the inside of her thigh. Involuntarily her body jerked slightly when he rubbed her clit. While vaginal samples had been taken from her, it's still Bianca's first time having anything go that deep in her. She gasps as he slides into her slick inner chamber. "Can't mate with your clothes on," she points as she tries to catch her breath.
 
Zwei gave her a lopsided smile, "I know," releasing her hands pushing down his pants along with his boxers and allowing gravity to do the rest. He climbed out of the pile of clothes at his feet and joined Bianca on the bed. He lifted her chin with a hand and kissed her, his tongue coaxing her lips open before slipping into her mouth and dancing inside. A hand went down between her thighs, his index finger delving between her warm folds again while his thumb circled the bead of flesh slowly.
 
Bianca felt her breath catch in her throat. Her eyes lingered on his hardened manhood, now standing on it's own now that it had been freed from it's material binding. Willingly she granted access to her mouth. Another soft mrr came from her, something close to a cat's purr. Her tongue twisted with his in the warmth of his mouth. An even deeper mrr of pleasure came from her as entered her again and circled her clitoris.
 
Zwei's breathing was ragged, not because he was fatigued in anyway, but rather he was wanting more and more. The first hing he realized when he managed to get a rhythm with his thrusting finger was that Bianca was tight, so much so that he became slightly doubtful that he could enter her without causing too much pain. His middle finger joined his pointer finger inside her, maintaining a steady speed as they were quickly slicked by her juices.
 
Slowly Bianca's slick inner muscles started to give way with his advancing digits. Since she can't move to much, she starts to lay fleeted but heated kisses anywhere she can reach: behind his ears, his chin, jaw, his adam's apple, the top of his sternum. With her hands she explores his firm back and side muscles. "Oh Zwei, that feels so good," she sighs slightly when he goes imparticulary farther than he had before.m
 
Zwei gave her a chaste kiss on the lips before pressing his forehead on her's, watching as his fingers were swallowed by her nether lips. He took in a gulp of air before curling his fingers up inside her, pushing up gently towards her belly button. Next, he moved lower to lick her throat, moving his tongue over her heated flesh sensually, enjoying the feel of her pulse beneath him. His lips reached her's again, this time kissing her slowly and sweetly.
 
There, he hit a smooth patch of her inner womanhood that gave a different sensation then where he had touched before hand. Bianca's breathing changed again, getting more rapid as his fingers moved in out of her, hitting that spot again. Any slightly breathy moans of pleasure get stolen from her by his kisses. Although she wants to deepen it right away, she keeps it soft and closed mouth. However his attention to that spot is making her wonder what he'll feel like inside of her with his manhood, not just his digits. "Zwei, please... just slow," she pleads softly.
 
Zwei noticed that upon contact with a spot inside her, her breathing became increasingly irregular. But before he could make a comment on that, she wanted him to slow down, for reasons he did not know, but he obliged anyway, nodding slightly and slowing down his pace by a bit. He notices that she had camped her mouth shut and was refusing to make a noise. He smiled widely pushing the hair out of her face before stroking her neck and whispering into her ear "You know... this isn't an interrogation, so you can actually open your mouth. And even if it is, you are doing it wrong." Despite his various attempt to avoid thinking about it, there was practically no way he could forget about his throbbing member which was still pressed on Bianca's belly. He shifted slightly, spreading her legs wider by a bit before increasing his pace again.
 
Bianca let out her breath in a huff. No, she didn't want him to slow down with his fingers, she wanted him to unite their bodies, his manhood within her inner womanhood. Reaching a hand from his back she laid it on his inner thigh. "No Zwei, not slow with your fingers." Bianca herself carefully spread her legs as she brought her other hand up to his shoulder. Pleading blue eyes look at him.
 
"Oh." Zwei berated himself, removing his fingers from her and positioned himself at her entrance, breathing, "Tell me if you want me to stop moving." He pushed forward, the tip of him spreading the groove of her folds and he grunted as he entered her. As expected, she was tight but he continued pushing anyway, he placed kisses on her lips, cheek and neck, trying to make her forget her discomfort. A question lingered in his mind for a split second as he was halfway through, since they were not really naturally formed would they be specifically genetically made to fit each other?
 
Bianca gasped, the feeling of him within her entirely odd. He seemed to take up the whole of her, her inner muscles gripping him. "Stop," she says softly when the passage gets a bit to tight. It's not pain, more like she isn't used to this feeling yet. In any cases she kisses him back, her hands now gripping his shoulders.
 
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