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(Bloodkiss-Eshbaal)

He watched as she slid into the water, somehow even managing to do that so elegantly it was nothing short of absolutely impressive. And when she asked him to hold out his hand, it was finally perfectly clear what it was that she wanted him to do, though he had not expected that he would be given a task anything like this. He did hold out his hand to accept the soap, for now having forgotten his thoughts of defiance. He was, admittedly, eager to feel this.
 
She poured enough of the soap in his hand to make a soft lather, then recapped the bottle and put it back in its place. Leaning forward and giving him access to her back, she took a hairpin from the shelf and pinned her hair up in a messy knot atop her head. It was almost dissapointing how easily men were broken. Women were so much more defiant under her command. But men were much more fun. She'd thought he would prove more defiant than the last, but sadly, he was not. It was easier on her nerves if they complied this easily, but the fun was all in the challenge, the game. Perhaps he would prove more interesting in other areas.
 
His defiance had not entirely died out - but it was definetely dormant in the current situation that he found himself in. It was just as much the shock of her appearence and the knowledge of what she could do as it was sheer surprise at the tasks he would be given. If she were to think to his attitude when he had arrived, it would be quite clear that there would indeed be defiance and possibly escape attempts in the future. But as of now, with the soap in his hands, he couldn't help but enjoying the feel of her smooth skin under him as he slowly stroked up and down the perfect arch in her back, hands daring their way to her sides and up to her shoulders as well.
 
Ariya arched into his hands, enjoying his ministrations. His hands were strong from the years of work, and she was surprised by how much she had missed feeling a man's rough, calloused hands on her skin. "Mmm..." She couldn't surpress the cat-like purr of approval that escaped her lips. "That's quite nice. I'm pleasantly surprised." His hands didn't seem like the type to be gentle, and yet they were wonderfully so.
 
He didn't respond, but instead silently nodded behind her as he continued soaping her back. Her little purr when he worked sent shivers down his spine, and made him breathe just a little heavier from his position. And as he continued his work, his hands did seem to get a bit more daring. The moved to her stomach, again tracing up, and this time it seemed that he couldn't exactly hold himself back. He had to feel... so his hands cupped at her well-shaped breasts eagerly, causing a sigh to leave him of pleasure at the mere touch.
 
She smirked, pressing her breasts into his hands. It seemed he might prove more interesting after all. His touch sparked an excitement she hadn't felt in quite a while. She suddenly turned to face him, standing up in the tub. "Stand up." Water sluiced down her milky body in rivulets, splashing back into the tub.
 
As he sat there, slowly fondling her breasts, he had been so tempted to lean in closer to her back that he had almost done it in his seemingly trance-like state... but that was when she suddenly turned around and stood in her full, naked splendor, telling him to stand as well. There was no hesitation, though he stood up fairly slow, confused as to what was going on. He supposed he was going to be slapped or something among those lines.
 
She reached down to his pants and tugged them down, her long nails tearing through the fabric with little trouble. Her knuckles brushed low across his abs, just inches from his member. The gesture was shockingly timid in comparison to her rough removal of his pants.
 
Again she did something so swift that it ended up giving him a bit of a scare - pretty much all he heard was his pants being torn clean off and watching some rags flying off to the other end of the room, revealing his rock hard member before her in its full glory. And even then, he felt the way that her hand brushed across his body, making him let out that little sigh again. He didn't bother trying to hide his hardon in any way - that seemed kind of moot.
 
Ariya wrapped her fingers loosely around his member, tugging him gently toward her. She backed up in the tub, giving him room to enter and releasing his cock. "You should join me." Her eyes glittered with lust, eyeing him up and down as she sat back in the tub once more. This time it was not worded as an order, but it was clear that it was no less a command than before.
 
He let out gasp when her slender fingers touched his rod, and he followed without question as she motioned for the tub. Stepping in, the water was indeed just about a perfect temperature for anyone there. "Yeah... yeah, I think I should," he said, and it was clear he wanted her badly indeed. Sitting down himself, he couldn't take his eyes off of the beautiful vampiress before him.
 
Ariya smirked, chuckling softly. He was definately going to be more fun than the others. "Hmm..." She assessed him quickly before leaning toward him. Her lips were inches from his, her breath hot and shallow. "I think you should show me what you can do." Her voice was a whisper, sensual and smooth.
 
He could barely believe what she said - she was letting him have her? Just like that? Apparently so. Well, she would have it her way then. When she had spoken, he practically immediately leaned in to claim those perfect, red lips in a kiss, leaning over her in the tub with his arms around her perfect waist, hands making their way to her rear and cupping each cheek. Panting heavily, he was now guiding his member towards her opening, eager to feel her, eager to show her what he could do indeed.
 
She laughed against his lips, arching toward him. "Come on, you can do better than that. I don't want timid kisses. I know how bad you want it. Show me." She tore her lips away from his and pressed them to his pulse, stroking the spot with the tip of her tongue, grazing it just barely with her teeth. Her hand wrapped around his cock once more, this time her grip tight and rough.
 
Her laugh was indeed what was needed to get him going. She had not even had to grab his cock. The fact that she was still mocking his efforts was more than enough. Grabbing ahold of her arms on the sides, he practically lurched over her, sliding inside immediately and roughly, thrusting away from the beginning at a steady, fast pace. Indeed, this was best described as 'fucking his brains out', as he panted and worked at her, hands possessively pressed against her breasts now.
 
She cried out softly, surprised by the sudden show of force. Her hips rocking against his, her body demanded that he move faster, harder. "Mmm...So far you've done better than I expected. But don't forget that you belong to me. Not the other way around." Her thighs gripped his hips with impressive strength, and she made short work of flipping him onto his back. She straddled him now, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly.
 
Her cry was filling him with even more pleasure as he continued to thrust into her, even while she spoke, driving him close to a raging orgasm rather quickly... that was, until she spoke to him once more and reversed the situation. Almost effortlessly, she turned him around with strength he had not even seen the strongest of men possess, and he let out a little groan when he found himself pressed to his back, her hands holding him down easily. But none of this stopped him from still thrusting away.
 
Ariya's hips rocked against his, a breathless laugh of excitement escaping her lips. "You have exceeded my expectations by far." Her hands gripped his shoulders more for support now than to hold him down. She didn't think he'd give her any trouble. Not when they were both enjoying this so much. One of her hands slid from his shoulder, tracing the lines in his muscles as they moved and coiled.
 
He grinned a bit at these words, somehow feeling as if he had gotten an edge over her by the way she traced his muscles. But speaking of edges, he was about to go straight over one. Feeling her on top of him and her gentle touch on his chest and shoulder, seeing her beauty up there... it was so intense, and he was seconds away from quite a powerful orgasm, visible by his twitching underneath her.
 
She felt him getting close, and couldn't help herself. She loved how easy it was to make a man quiver. She bucked her hips against his, eager to see how far she could push him before she herself reached her climax. She leaned down and nipped at his shoulder, her soft, supple breasts pressed against his hard chest.
 
She wouldn't manage to get any further. Wether it was the nip at his shoulder, her fantastic breast pressing against him with their warm, soft feel or just because he had been going for long enough was hard to say, but when she leaned in like that, he was finally unable to hold it anymore - with a loud groan, he panted and held tightly on to her as he felt his member empty of his thick semen, all strength leaving his body.
 
Ariya moaned and bit his shoulder gently as she was forced to her own climax, her body tightening around him. Her lips teased at the spot where she'd bitten him to ease the pain, but she hadn't bitten hard enough to drawn any blood, so she assumed it hadn't hurt terribly. She relaxed against him, the tightness slowly leaving her muscles.
 
There was a long, silent moment... he hadn't even really felt her bite into him at all, and still didn't seem to pay mind to the way that she was clinging to him and teasing her lips with his throat. He was panting heavily with her there on top of him, for a moment just letting his chest rise and lowere as he tried to catch his breath. Then he slowly leaned back and laid back down, looking up at the woman above him. How was that for showing her what he could do?
 
She watched his chest rise and fallfor a moment before standing up. She took a towel from the wall and stepped out of the tub, drying herself off. Pointing to another towel, she began to exit the room. "Dry off." She went into her room, leaving him to take care of himself and join her when he was ready. She went to her dresser, pulling out a new set of underthings, made of the same material, but in black. She pulled them on and continued to search for something to wear.
 
He could probably have fallen asleep right then and there in teh tub, had it not been for her suddenly moving and getting out of it. Watching her as she dried off, not minding the show, he looked towards the other towel and nodded silently. There was still a moment or two where he just rested, but soon he did get out of the tub, made sure to empty it and dried himself off, barely believing what had just happened. Tossing the towel aside after he was done, wet hair seemingly thrown all over the place, he walked back to her bedroom to see her put on the black underwear... somehow, it was equally arousing to watch her put on clothes as take them off.
 
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