It was definitely all pretty surreal, she began to wonder if she really was dead. A handsome stranger, luxurious surroundings, wine, a fire crackling in the hearth and bathing them in a warm, sensual light. It was all like something out of a novel, all so perfect. Varena didn't think she'd ever wanted anyone so badly, her body drinking in his every touch. It had been a while since she'd had sex, and even then she tended to go purposefully after men that most would consider mediocre, it was easier not to get too wrapped up in them if they weren't that interesting, just used to satisfy a need so she could concentrate. They were a release valve, nothing more.
Ulrich though was more like a catalyst. And she couldn't help but react to him. Her hips rubbed against his hand as it continued to grind into her, a small damp spot starting to form through her pants just over where her entrance was. Ulrich was, of course, correct about his suspicions on the Huntress' familial background, which not only meant that sex was her weakness and that she was practically guaranteed to be a goddess in bed, but it meant something for him too. As part succubus, sex wasn't just a weakness but a power, and Varena wasn't able to have any man she wanted just because she was beautiful, it was in her very chemistry. It would be nearly impossible for any male to deny her, and for Ulrich, a vampire, with senses more acute than the average person, the scent of her arousal would be like a drug. So even as he used his own attributes against her, she used her own against him, a dangerous cycle no doubt.
Varena gasped for breath when his lips finally left hers, traveling to her ear instead, his breath hot against her skin, making her shiver and her eyes close. Gods she wanted this, she needed this. She felt like she was going insane and the only way to make it stop was to just give in, let him have her. And it was tempting, it was so tempting, especially as his hand slipped down the front of her pants, his fingers brushing against the sensitive folds of her sex, making her moan softly. The Huntress let out a growl though just as quickly and her hands went from holding onto him to pushing him, one reaching down to grab his wrist, pulling his hand out of her pants, that uncanny strength of hers on display again. “No!” She gasped, pulling away from his mouth, “I can't.” She couldn't explain it to him if she wanted to, she only knew on some primal level that if she gave in to Ulrich, then she would be somehow sealing her fate, and that made her balk, denying herself what she was sure would be one of the most amazing experiences of her life.
Ulrich though was more like a catalyst. And she couldn't help but react to him. Her hips rubbed against his hand as it continued to grind into her, a small damp spot starting to form through her pants just over where her entrance was. Ulrich was, of course, correct about his suspicions on the Huntress' familial background, which not only meant that sex was her weakness and that she was practically guaranteed to be a goddess in bed, but it meant something for him too. As part succubus, sex wasn't just a weakness but a power, and Varena wasn't able to have any man she wanted just because she was beautiful, it was in her very chemistry. It would be nearly impossible for any male to deny her, and for Ulrich, a vampire, with senses more acute than the average person, the scent of her arousal would be like a drug. So even as he used his own attributes against her, she used her own against him, a dangerous cycle no doubt.
Varena gasped for breath when his lips finally left hers, traveling to her ear instead, his breath hot against her skin, making her shiver and her eyes close. Gods she wanted this, she needed this. She felt like she was going insane and the only way to make it stop was to just give in, let him have her. And it was tempting, it was so tempting, especially as his hand slipped down the front of her pants, his fingers brushing against the sensitive folds of her sex, making her moan softly. The Huntress let out a growl though just as quickly and her hands went from holding onto him to pushing him, one reaching down to grab his wrist, pulling his hand out of her pants, that uncanny strength of hers on display again. “No!” She gasped, pulling away from his mouth, “I can't.” She couldn't explain it to him if she wanted to, she only knew on some primal level that if she gave in to Ulrich, then she would be somehow sealing her fate, and that made her balk, denying herself what she was sure would be one of the most amazing experiences of her life.