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~Continuation from PM to Thread~
Translucentfeathers:
This wasn't typically her scene. Not that liquor and sexually vamped up people all existing in the venue sounded like a horrible idea, it was just the stereotypes involved and the blanket assumptions that seemed to be made that got on her nerves. Charlotte didn't care much for the pop washed music and the bubble gum style princesses that frequented these venues-the heavy house music tended to give her a headache and feel bland when compared to the comforts she found within the realm of heavy metal and all of its affiliates. She didn't fit in with this crowd, in her torn, hole filled second skin style of jeans she wore, a simple black tank top showing off her hourglass figure while her wrists werelayered with woven bracelets and leather bands, ears each with an industrial piercing and lined with several studs and rings. She had others, her nipples, belly button and the left side of her bottom lip.
There was a deep pleasure she got anytime she went in for a new one, something about the pain and slight kick of pleasure always gave her a rush anytime she fell into the chair. It went past the frayed denim and piercings, her jet black hair that fell in a cascade of untamed ringlets and curls while dark smudges of eyeliner framed her blue eyes, skipping most other types of make up simply unwilling to deal with the hassle of struggling to find things that matched her pale skin. So no, she didn't fit in with the crowd of thin, gorgeous tan blondes and beautiful brunettes flashing off their assets in tight thin skirts and near sheer clothing.
Charlotte fiddled with her lip ring while leaning against the bar and ignored the man currently vying for her interests with promises of free drinks and what she was sure he felt would be a lovely time in the back of whatever vehicle he claimed to own. Never mind he wasn't her type...in more ways than one. Besides, her friends, wherever they had slunk off too, had already promised her whatever shots and cocktails she would want as long as she came out just this one time. The bastard wasn't getting the hint though and she tossed the long black curls over her shoulder and out of his reach when he moved to try and tease a ringlet.
"C'mon, gorgeous." And he had already replaced her name with endearments? Definitely a winner, she thought sarcastically. "You don't seem like half of the normal trash that parades around here, you're different. You've got fire...I like it."
A broad hand started sliding up her denim clad thigh and she made a show of prying the man's hand off with an expert grip, bending the fingers back awkwardly and smiling a little when he cried out in pain and wrenched his hand away from her. The insults and derogatives he threw at her barely glanced off of the surface and she simply smiled and wiggled her fingers in farewell as he growled and stormed off. Ass.
With a heavy sigh she polished off the shot she had before slipping off of the barstool to head into the mass of gyrating bodies currently twisting and writhing to the beat of whatever heavy base focused music currently drowning out all cognitive thought of anyone within earshot. She supposed that was the point thoigh, drown out thought and speech, focus on purely primal wants and lusts while throwing all responsibility and care to the wind. It was an escape, one she had lost her friends in.
She glanced around the dancefloor, hopeful to catch a glimpse of someone she recognized, ignoring the occasional attempted grinding and pawing before she gave up her search. Glancing around, she looked for a way to possibly slip back out of the compact throng of swarming bodies, standing in the center of the mass while feeling a little more than just out of place.
Lady Arachnia:
The night was young and thanks to the time of year it had no intention of ending for some time much to the enjoyment of those who thrived in the twilight. The air was brisk and a chill blew through the streets as the fingers of an ever nearing winter began to claw their way upon the country. Those who dwelled within the night were at their most active this time of year, it was when they truly got to make the most of their time and put their individual plans in to motion. The nightlife was a busy as ever and filled with desperate men, students hoping to binge and fornicate and workers trying to forget their lives and put their minds some where else even just for a night.
Alegra Lorello was one such denizen of the night. The woman looked as though she were no more than twenty seven years old, though that was a lie. Hair hair was a dark bark brown that lightened towards the tips. It stretched down to the middle of her back in long curls. Her skin was an olive tone which gave her an exotic look. Her eyes were a deep blue which contrasted to the black make up on her eyes. Her lips were flushed and coated with black lipstick. She wore a tight red dress that left little to the imagination that, even to those without much knowledge, clearly cost a small fortune. She had equally expensive heals on her feet. Her hands had a variety of rings and her wrists sported golden bracelets. All in all she looked like some well off exotic woman that belonged at an upper class party.
So far the night had been uninteresting enough, she tended to hunt in different locations when she went out to make it harder for any hunter that might have been trying to track her down. As it was she found herself in a club full of mostly young adults and a few creepy older ones on the hunt for younger partners to fuck. Alegara had garnered the attention of several men tonight, one left when she asked him to, another turned away when they saw her glare and the last one had unfortunately slipped off of his stool and hit his head rather hard, hard enough for him to need medical attention. She'd had people before, plenty of people but she had a preference. Female blood tended to be sweeter in her eyes, it sated her far more than a man's did though either could work. She liked people that caught her eye either due to their demeanour, their mannerisms or their attire, anything which set them out from the rest of the drab cattle. Just when Alegra thought her night was wasted... she spotted the girl.
Alegra made it to her feet and glided effortlessly through the people as though she were made of water. Soon enough she was in the heart of the throng of dancers and closing in on that girl she'd spotted. She liked this one and she was going to have her one way or another, it just depended how things went. When she closed in she said nothing at first and placed a hand on either of the girls hip and held on to them with surprising strength. Her body pressed up behind the other females and she began to sway her own hips in perfect rhythm to the music that blasted out. She used her grips to coax the other's body in to moving, hoping that she took the hint and started dancing herself. Alegra reached in and whispered in a soft voice that, despite the music, Charlotte would hear clearly. Her voice came with an odd southern European accent though it was understandable enough. “You looked lonely, sugar, let's dance”
Translucentfeathers:
Charlotte felt a pair of hands snake over her hips and glanced down at the smooth skin that seemed to compliment differ so much from the pale strip of her own you could see around her hips where her tank had ridden up slightly. It was a woman too, and with a glance over her shoulder she arched an eyebrow, her own eyes meeting the other pair of gorgeous blues steadily. She heard the whisper and the accent paired with the sultry tone had her heart thudding in her chest. The feel of the woman's body sliding up against hers, the brunette slotting herself against the curve of Charlotte's back had the raven haired girl leaning back unintentionally. "All right, perhaps just one..." she responded, holding the other woman's gaze for a moment.
She reveled a little in the way their frames slotted together and how the woman felt like liquid in motion behind her. The heavy thrumming of the base drowned out all thought and she gave in to the way the woman guided her hips. A single dance couldn't hurt, she supposed. Charlotte could always find her friends after, and it had been a while since she had danced with someone in a way that was different from the platonic moves she exchanged with her friends earlier. This was sensual and seductive and she felt herself melting a little at the lithe way the beautiful creature behind her moved.
She wasn't used to being the one being guided and steered, it felt odd at first. She was tempted to shift and try and drag the woman in the red dress around in front of her but the firm grip on her hips had her deciding that maybe this one time she would give in. Charlotte let herself get lost in the rhythm of the song then, leaning back to glide her curve of her hips against and in time with the ones behind her. She leaned back against the feeling of the swell of the other woman's breasts, enjoying the way the brunette had a little height on her. Charlotte wasn't sure if it was simply due to the heels the woman in red wore or if she really just had a couple of inches on her, but she found herself not caring all that much.
When the song ended she was going to need to leave, to start looking for her friends. She would say good bye, maybe steal a kiss and move on. But that would be when the song ended. For now? Now she wanted to enjoy herself for once.
Lady Arachnia:
While her hands always had a hold of the girl in a way that made sure she remained where she wanted her they were not idle. Her fingers sauntered over her skin while they moved and constantly traced along the lines of Charlotte's jeans and several times dipped just an inch or two below them.
Alegra stood around five foot ten though the heals made her somewhat taller than that. Even without them she was tall enough to look down on the girl, even if just a bit. Her breasts were also a c cup, something that the dress would make obvious enough for any one who looked at her.
Alegra couldn't help but allow herself to be lost in the moment too, directing the dancing and leading the other exactly how she wanted. The human would feel herself being compelled to grind her backside constantly in to Alegra thanks to her grip. Their bodies meshed together as though they belonged as one. Alegra savoured the primitive scent of the other woman from the dance and was already imagining just what this one would taste like. Alegra stooped in to lash at Charlotte's ear with the tip of her tongue several times before giving the lobe a sharp nip. Next she gave the girl a series of forceful kisses in the crook of her neck near the shoulder that left a black lipstick mark every time.
Eventually though the sound wound down to a close and the next one, something with a slower tempo began blasting our of the speakers. Despite the end of the song though Alegra kept her hands on the woman, this time more to the front and closer to her midriff. Her breasts remained pressed firmly against ther others back while their legs were nearly entwined. The foreign woman leant in again with a voice as soft as silk and whispered words under an icy cold breath on to the nape of Charlottes neck. "There's your one dance, darling, what next?" she questioned, seeing whether the girl had been enticed to stay in her company a little longer.
Translucentfeathers:
The dance was exquisite and those heavy laid roaming hands and wide spread fingers had her body arching under the touch, trying not to shiver when a long finger or two slipped just barely below the waistline. With the backwards grinding motions Charlotte felt herself begin to get a little out of touch with the world around them. She always loved the way it felt to have a woman's soft warm body pressing down, breasts against her back and the motions of their hips grinding together-a guilty pleasure she rarely let herself indulge in as she normally was able to over power her partners in bed or was the one to either drag them off and initiate. The flip, the change for once felt divine.
Charlotte felt the nips over her decorated ears and almost wished she could urge the woman to tug on them a bit, craving that little spike of pain that followed whenever someone bit or pulled too roughly. She bit her tongue though and instead tried to ignore the way that warm mouth traveled down further, pressing heated kisses over the pale flesh beteeen the curve her neck and bare shoulder. There were ink black marks left over the skin and she found herself tipping her head back a little to offer this woman more of her throat.
When the dance came to an end her cheeks were flushed and her breath was coming and going quickly, the swell of her breasts was visible over the neckline of the black tank she wore, the black straps of her bra having slipped out, falling off of her shoulders slightly in the motions of their dance. It was slightly freeing for her large D cup breasts that Charlotte normally strapped down tightly to hide. The white curve of them rose and fell while she tried to catch her breath. She felt aroused, and debauched and when coole breath skittered over the back of her neck she shivered slightly, her head falling forward as a curtain of black curls fell to hide her flushed face from view while she tried desperately to calm herself a little.
"Should find out where my friends snuck off to," she said after a while, despite the desire she had to grab one of those hands pressing into her abdomen and cart the woman off to one of the back corners of the club. Charlotte lifted her head then, tucking the stray strands of hair behind her ear as she glanced back at the woman behind her. "This isn't really my scene...lot's of other pretty things that would drop themselves at your feet tonight, though," she hummed as she appreciatively as she appraised the woman still pressing tightly against her from behind. She wondered though if this woman didn't care for this place like she did. From the black lipstick, exotic look and sheer dark sex appeal she figured maybe this woman was just as out of place as she was. "What's your name?"
Lady Arachnia:
Alegra ended her words and gave the girl a quick sharp bite on the back of her neck which would be hard enough to hurt but not to break the skin. She applied treatment to the bite in the form of her tongue slithering over the skin while she listened to the other girl speak, deciding not to interrupt her and instead have her fun. Alegra dragged the nails on her left hand upwards underneath Charlotte's shirt to leave long red streaks on her skin that might have broken the skin just a little. The other hand however went around to the girls shapely backside and gave it a firm squeeze, it then dipped below her waistline again though this time she found the material of whatever underwear she wore beneath and then gave them a playful tug. To her words she gave her a soft “Uhuh...” and continued up her assault.
When the girl finally ginished with saying what she thought she should go off and do Alegra's hand was just reaching the base of her left breast and she stopped just as she grazed it with her fingers. As quickly as it all began it suddenly ended and the olive skinned woman removed her hands and took a step back. “I won't keep you from your friends if that's what you wanted. It seems the both of us are out of place in a bar such as this... but I don't mind that. If you want to spend the rest of the night hopping around clubs like this then good luck finding them. If you want to find out my name though... well then you're going to have to follow me. Her voice, as ever, was like honey to the ears. Alegra gave the girl a quick wink then and turned to walk away to the small booth she was at before, her hips swayed as she would which only brought attention to her soft round backside.
Translucentfeathers:
The assault on her while she tried to speak left Charlotte stunned. The nails on her skin, the bite over the back of her neck and soothing tongue swipes. The grip on her panties and firm fingers digging into the swell of her ass. It left her unbelievably turned on and...craving more. She listened to the silken words the woman said as a response, her tone inviting as she welcomed Charlotte to follow.
The following disappearance of those hands and fingers left her wanting and she turned to watch as the woman sauntered away, Charlotte's eyes following each sway of those tempting hips that had been grinding with hers not moments ago. Charlotte stared for a while, fighting herself a bit. Her teeth snagged her lip as she considered the offer before her tongue toyed with the piercing on the left side, debating.
Cursing herself a bit inwardly she let her hands straighten her top a bit and smooth through her hair as she made her way over to sit in the bench of the booth across from the woman after shooting off a quick text to her friends cussing them out for disappearing and that she had found someone. They probably would assume she ditched, it had been months since her last one night stand and the near celibacy left her tense and on edge from work and classes. Charlotte let her pale blue eyes study this exotic woman in red, lingering over the dark black painted lips, the supple curves that were displayed in the tight dress. She was beautiful and dangerously so, and it had Charlotte intrigued. "So...what's your name then?"
Lady Arachnia:
Her hooks had been cast and Alegra could tell they'd sunken in and taken a hold of this girl already. When she walked away she could tell with absolute certainty that she would not be sat alone in her booth for long. She slid in to her booth where a large bottle of red wine sat along with two glasses. She poured one for herself, not that it did anything for her and then a second glass which she placed to her side. She counted down the seconds in her head and before she'd gotten to ten she saw exactly what she wanted to.
Alegra patted the seat next to her to convince the girl she should sit closer and then would place an arm around the other's shoulders should Charlotte sit there and began toying a finger through her hair. "I'm almost tempted to leave you guessing" the hunter said as she leant in closer to the other. "I'll play nice though... with this at least. My name's Alegra, Alegra Lorello. I can promise you... you don't need your friends to have a good time so long as you're willing to live and let yourself enjoy the moment." As the vampire spoke she walked a path down the girl's side and across her tighs, creeping closer towards that spot between them.
Translucentfeathers:
Charlotte moved to sit next to the other woman at her prompting. Her eyes narrowed over the edge of the glass of wine she watched this Alegra pour and she ignored the rush of heat that went flaring straight to her sex when the woman's hand began wandering down her side to slip over her thighs, closer to where Charlotte had been craving all evening. She shifted though, pulling away a bit to slide to the edge of the bench, leg getting draped over the other, crossing them as she eyed the woman. It wasn't normally like her to play hard to get, then again it wasn't normally like her to be on this side of the game.
It was odd, being persued this aggressively...not bad, but different. She found herself tempted to just give in and ask if the Alegra was up for a quick release in one of the bathroom stalls or behind a pillar in a dark corner but something in her thought she might want a bit more than that. "Damn shame," she hummed with a casual shrug and smile. "Hoping you would be interested in more than just a moment in a seedy club booth."
Lady Arachnia:
She was playing coy, Alegra was sure of it. Even if she wasn't the vampire was going to see her life'sblood dripping down her neck today... whether consensually or in the alleyway on her way home, she preferred it when she got to make a game of it though and make them feel like they had a choice. She made sure that her nails raked along Charlotte's thigh as she moved away and she simply flashed her another disarming smile. She slid the wine glass over towards her and winked. "Drink" she said in a tone, that despite it's soft sound grokked no argument and held an air of authority about it. The wine was an expensive red that probably cost more than what any one spent on a night of indulgence.
The woman flashed her pearlescent teeth then when the other one spoke and flicked her tongue over the tips of them. "A moment can last a long time if you know what you're doing. Releasing your inhibitions and just experiencing the night as it comes is... exhilerating. The chance to be whoever you want to be and meet people that have no previous knoweldge of you... it's freeing is it not?" she asked in that same aluring tone. She raised her own glass and took a drink of the meaningless liquid. A vampire could drink if they wanted but it did nothing for them and they brought it up at a later time... just like food. "What I'm after is some one interesting enough for me to want to spend my time with."
Translucentfeathers:
That commanding tone to drink sent shivers through her, and the way Alegra was watching her had Charlotte shifting slightly where she sat, ignoring the way her skin heated under the drag of those nails when she had pulled away. It was fantastic, and she eyed the glass momentarily. The words of being free to experience the night as it came, no inhibitions and no predetermined standards from a stranger had s thrill running through her.
She raised the glass to her lips, the cool smooth wine slipping over her tongue to slide down her throat. It was expensive and dark and promising. Charlotte leaned back against the bench finally deciding to give in, just a little. "Have you found what you are after?"
Lady Arachnia:
The girl was trying to play coy with her, the thought of it actually amused Alegra. She decided to carry on, the girl seemed to enjoy the chase and it looked as though she were ready to break and just give in and admit to her lust towards Alegra. She swirled the wine around her glass and the smell was obvious to her even without bringing it to her nose thanks to her heightened senses.
She cracked a smirk towards her victim and just shrugged at her. "Oh I think I might have... it's very hard to tell before I've had a kiss if I've found the right person though. I'm wondering if she's about to give me a chance to find out if I've found the prize I cam here looking for." Alegra cooed. The way she said the word prize would give off the impression that it was a position to be highly coveted, something some one would strive towards though that was her power mingling with her words.
Translucentfeathers:
This woman had somehow flipped the situation, making Charlotte feel as if it should be her trying to convince Alegra to take her home for the night, like she should be wamting the woman to make her claim on her, worried that perhaps she wouldn't be what this beautiful woman was craving after all. Charlotte raised an eyebrow at how a choice in wording had so quickly caused this in her and a smile began to grace her lips as she inclined her head slightly. All of the pent up frustrations and lust from their sensual dancing and now this woman's teasing had her feeling aroused and on edge, the memory of their hips grinding together, the feel of those red clothed breasts and the curves of Alegra's body pressing in against her back as those hands and lips roamed. She was fairly certain she still had black lipstick markings along the side of her throat.
Charlotte took another long sip of the dark heady wine before she licked the residual dark liquid from her lips. "Well, I find myself hopeful now, and somewhat intrigued. Consider this as me giving you your chance," she said easily before she leaned in and captured those black lips in a kiss. She wasn't quite sure what to expect but she gave it her all regardless, pressing the soft swell of her own lips against Alegra's hungrily, teeth nipping at her bottom lip begging for entrance slightly.
Lady Arachnia:
This was a kind of artform that Alegra excelled at thanks to her centuries of practice. This girl, while she was an interesting little enigma she was still like putty for the vampiress to mould as she desired, pushing her in the way she want and leading her on with sensual teases. She liked her prey always wanting more, getting a taste but never a full mouthful, not untill she knew they were hers at least. Alegra was a tease and a flirt... two things she didn't mind what so ever, it was all part of the game of cat and mouse. She'd let the girl take the lead for a while to build herself up but just as easily as she'd given it up she'd grasped the lead and taken it back, it was almost as though Charlotte wore a collar and leash already and her mistress was lightly pulling on it just enough to move her forward while giving the illusion that it had been Charlotte's choice.
Then their lips met Alegra pulled back just enough to get out of reach... and then she did the same thing a second time lingering just on the very edge of her plaything's touch... and then she pushed back to meet the other girls lips head on. Her lips were full, cold and moved expertly. She fought hard against Charlotte and met each of her movements. She denied the other girl entry and returned the nip with one sharp one of her own that would make her lip begin to trickle with blood. Her lips parted then to allow the other girls tongue to try and pass her lips, should she dare. If she tried Alegra would block Charlotte with her own tongue a few times to keep up the game before retreating and unbarring the way. All the while the two were kissing Alegra's right hand was on the back of the much younger girl's head and she lightly scratched the back of her scalp.
Translucentfeathers:
Alegra was torturing her, teasing and taunting Charlotte and making her want more. When the other woman began pulling back once, twice, leaving her wanting as those dark full lips lingered tantalizingly close, brushing hers. The sudden push forward threw her and it began a battle between them as she struggled to try and gain the upperhand, finding the other woman's moves blocking her, keeping her at bay. Charlotte was used to getting her way, to girls easily opening up and letting her take whatever she wanted to by now.
A gasp escaped her lips when she felt a sharp sliver of pain on her bottom lip and even felt a bit of blood trickling down. It took a bit of coaxing, their tongues fighting for entry until Alegra finally let her kiss her. It had her moaning softly against the other woman's mouth, the at the back of her scalp was holding her in place as one of Charlotte's hands came up to cling to the woman's shoulder, nail biting at her bare shoulder as she leaned in.
The fight for control during their kiss had her feeling weak, a small part of Charlotte felt like she had lost some sort of battle with this woman. She ignored the feeling, though, and continued to trace the contours of Alegra's mouth with her tongue, tip grazing the roof of her mouth, her teeth returning the harsh treatment to Alegra's lips she had been given by the other woman. Her grip tightened on Alegra's shoulder as she pressed in closer, moaning against her lips again.
Lady Arachnia:
Alegra held back for a moment and gave the girl a chance to explore her own mouth hungrily. She desperately craved more from Alegra and the vampire would only give it to her in small bursts making sure she never got every thing she wanted and there was always something else. After giving the girl her time to delve in to Alegra's mouth the exotic woman began to fight back. He tongue clashed and colided with Charlotte's for a while on her own ground before she pushed through and forced her way in to the younger's own. Her tongue flicked and almost vibratoed as she poked and tested the girls mouth... though that wasn't the main reason she'd done it. As soon as she'd pressed forward she got a good taste if the other girls blood and it sent her head swimming. My oh my this one tasted good, different to any one else she'd had before... Charlotte was unique and she was delicious. Alegra groaned lustfully in to the kiss as she let the liquid flow over her tongue and bit the lip another time so that more blood would escape. Her eyes were tight now and she let herself get lost in the moment of the kiss.
The hand on the back of Charlottes hair raked down her back and all the way down to her ample backside. She took a firm hold of the girls lower left cheek and then gave it a hard squeeze followed by a slap that came with more power than Alegra looked like she hand. The other hand began to saunter down the other's chest and across her larger breasts. Her hand crept lower and lower untill it was placed on the other girls inner thigh. Slowly Alegra began to massage the soft flesh there. She made sure her hand was close enough to the sweet sex between the other girls legs that she brushed against it now and then but far enough away to leave more to be desired.
Translucentfeathers:
Charlotte was overwhelmed by the aggressive nature of their kiss when Alegra began taking over, a soft moan slipping from her lips as her mouth was claimed by the aggressive woman. She felt slightly dominated as Alegra's mouth delved into her own and simply took what it wanted a sharp gasp cutting through the heated exchange when she felt the other woman's teeth close over the swell of her bottom lip for a secont time. There was a brief bit of pain and the metallic bitterness of blood slipped into the kiss, Alegra's heated moan in response vibrating through her to Charlotte's very core.
Those hands were roaming, the hard squeeze and slap to her ass was rough and had her jolting forward in shock. In a twisted way she wondered how much harder it would have been if her jeans hadn't buffered the strike, the thought left her moaning against those dark lips with want. Alegra's other hand had somehow traveled down her body to massage and press along her inner thigh, those long fingers teasing and occasionally brushing against her sex. It left her wanting, her hips shaking slightly as they rocked forward into the too light touches, begging for more, for a steady hand, a firm grip, something.
Charlotte felt her head begin to spin from lack of oxygen and she broke the kiss, wrenching herself away to pant harshly as she struggled to pull in the much needed air, chest rising and falling heavily as she drew and pushed out long deep breaths. She licked her lips, tongue tracing over the cut and any blood that had escaped. She wanted to apologize but the woman didn't seem all that bothered by the crimson liquid currently staining her lips. Charlotte knew some people got off on a little bloodplay and figured this exotic beauty must be one of them.
With a slight hum, her eyes traced over the woman in red in front of her before leaning back against the benchs high back. "Well...from that do you think you've found the right person?" She asked, eyes locking onto Alegra's as she referred to their previous discussion before they had basically physically assaulted one another in the bar booth.
Lady Arachnia:
Alegra, like many of her kind, often forgot about simple human things such as breathing and didn't even give a thought to the other's lack of oxygen. As soon as she saw Charlotte struggle for air and pull back Alegra just fixated her with a smirk. She sat back and pushed the girls glass of wine closer to wards her and then quickly topped it up. "Drink" she said cooly before answering the question. "Oh, I definitely think I have found exactly what I came here for" she started before giving a delibrate pause to leave her waiting. "If you're willing to let yourself go, do your best to keep be entertained and let me have my way with you then you're going to have the best night of your life."
Alegra moved back in towards her prey again then and pressed against her so that a breast slipped either side of Charlotte's left arm. One hand went back to scratching the back of the girls neck while the other rested back on the softspot she'd assaulted on Charlotte's inner thigh. This time though the vampiress walked her fingers up her toy's inner thigh and this time all the way to her clothed which she then decided to press against with her palm. She began to work her hand against the other girl in slow forceful circular motions while she stooped in and began to lightly run a tongue over the crook of Charlotte's neck. She bit it twice, hard nips that didn't quite break the skin. "What do you say? Are you mine?"
Translucentfeathers:
Charlotte took another sip of the wine, her eyes remaining decidedly on the dark woman in red next to her as she felt Alegra press forward, advancing and leaning into her space even more after a brief reprieve and permitting her a moment to breathe. The reassurance offered that Alegra had indeed found what she was looking for in Charlotte left her feeling like she was caught or rather cornered by a predator who was leering down at their prey. It was something she had never experienced before and she stared, the dark promises of it being the best night of her life causing her breath to catch in her throat.
The movements were no where near subtle after that. Charlotte's bare arm was pinned between a pair of ample breasts clothed in red, as her denim clad legs fell open slightly when she felt Alegra's hand drop between them, those teasing tan fingers walking up her inner thighs to brush against her jean clad sex before a firm palm settled over the apex of her thighs to press roughly, the grinding sensation offering delicious friction. Charlotte's hips rocked into the other woman's palm, a soft moan slipping from her lips at the sensation. There was a question though that Alegra asked and Charlotte felt herself become slightly uncertain at the possessive nature it had.
Are you mine?
Charlotte tilted her head back instinctively, her long black curls falling away, offering Alegra's mouth better access to the column of her throat, body trembling at the sharp graze of teeth against pale skin. "Yes...for the night," she finally responded, giving into her cravings and desires.
Translucentfeathers:
This wasn't typically her scene. Not that liquor and sexually vamped up people all existing in the venue sounded like a horrible idea, it was just the stereotypes involved and the blanket assumptions that seemed to be made that got on her nerves. Charlotte didn't care much for the pop washed music and the bubble gum style princesses that frequented these venues-the heavy house music tended to give her a headache and feel bland when compared to the comforts she found within the realm of heavy metal and all of its affiliates. She didn't fit in with this crowd, in her torn, hole filled second skin style of jeans she wore, a simple black tank top showing off her hourglass figure while her wrists werelayered with woven bracelets and leather bands, ears each with an industrial piercing and lined with several studs and rings. She had others, her nipples, belly button and the left side of her bottom lip.
There was a deep pleasure she got anytime she went in for a new one, something about the pain and slight kick of pleasure always gave her a rush anytime she fell into the chair. It went past the frayed denim and piercings, her jet black hair that fell in a cascade of untamed ringlets and curls while dark smudges of eyeliner framed her blue eyes, skipping most other types of make up simply unwilling to deal with the hassle of struggling to find things that matched her pale skin. So no, she didn't fit in with the crowd of thin, gorgeous tan blondes and beautiful brunettes flashing off their assets in tight thin skirts and near sheer clothing.
Charlotte fiddled with her lip ring while leaning against the bar and ignored the man currently vying for her interests with promises of free drinks and what she was sure he felt would be a lovely time in the back of whatever vehicle he claimed to own. Never mind he wasn't her type...in more ways than one. Besides, her friends, wherever they had slunk off too, had already promised her whatever shots and cocktails she would want as long as she came out just this one time. The bastard wasn't getting the hint though and she tossed the long black curls over her shoulder and out of his reach when he moved to try and tease a ringlet.
"C'mon, gorgeous." And he had already replaced her name with endearments? Definitely a winner, she thought sarcastically. "You don't seem like half of the normal trash that parades around here, you're different. You've got fire...I like it."
A broad hand started sliding up her denim clad thigh and she made a show of prying the man's hand off with an expert grip, bending the fingers back awkwardly and smiling a little when he cried out in pain and wrenched his hand away from her. The insults and derogatives he threw at her barely glanced off of the surface and she simply smiled and wiggled her fingers in farewell as he growled and stormed off. Ass.
With a heavy sigh she polished off the shot she had before slipping off of the barstool to head into the mass of gyrating bodies currently twisting and writhing to the beat of whatever heavy base focused music currently drowning out all cognitive thought of anyone within earshot. She supposed that was the point thoigh, drown out thought and speech, focus on purely primal wants and lusts while throwing all responsibility and care to the wind. It was an escape, one she had lost her friends in.
She glanced around the dancefloor, hopeful to catch a glimpse of someone she recognized, ignoring the occasional attempted grinding and pawing before she gave up her search. Glancing around, she looked for a way to possibly slip back out of the compact throng of swarming bodies, standing in the center of the mass while feeling a little more than just out of place.
Lady Arachnia:
The night was young and thanks to the time of year it had no intention of ending for some time much to the enjoyment of those who thrived in the twilight. The air was brisk and a chill blew through the streets as the fingers of an ever nearing winter began to claw their way upon the country. Those who dwelled within the night were at their most active this time of year, it was when they truly got to make the most of their time and put their individual plans in to motion. The nightlife was a busy as ever and filled with desperate men, students hoping to binge and fornicate and workers trying to forget their lives and put their minds some where else even just for a night.
Alegra Lorello was one such denizen of the night. The woman looked as though she were no more than twenty seven years old, though that was a lie. Hair hair was a dark bark brown that lightened towards the tips. It stretched down to the middle of her back in long curls. Her skin was an olive tone which gave her an exotic look. Her eyes were a deep blue which contrasted to the black make up on her eyes. Her lips were flushed and coated with black lipstick. She wore a tight red dress that left little to the imagination that, even to those without much knowledge, clearly cost a small fortune. She had equally expensive heals on her feet. Her hands had a variety of rings and her wrists sported golden bracelets. All in all she looked like some well off exotic woman that belonged at an upper class party.
So far the night had been uninteresting enough, she tended to hunt in different locations when she went out to make it harder for any hunter that might have been trying to track her down. As it was she found herself in a club full of mostly young adults and a few creepy older ones on the hunt for younger partners to fuck. Alegara had garnered the attention of several men tonight, one left when she asked him to, another turned away when they saw her glare and the last one had unfortunately slipped off of his stool and hit his head rather hard, hard enough for him to need medical attention. She'd had people before, plenty of people but she had a preference. Female blood tended to be sweeter in her eyes, it sated her far more than a man's did though either could work. She liked people that caught her eye either due to their demeanour, their mannerisms or their attire, anything which set them out from the rest of the drab cattle. Just when Alegra thought her night was wasted... she spotted the girl.
Alegra made it to her feet and glided effortlessly through the people as though she were made of water. Soon enough she was in the heart of the throng of dancers and closing in on that girl she'd spotted. She liked this one and she was going to have her one way or another, it just depended how things went. When she closed in she said nothing at first and placed a hand on either of the girls hip and held on to them with surprising strength. Her body pressed up behind the other females and she began to sway her own hips in perfect rhythm to the music that blasted out. She used her grips to coax the other's body in to moving, hoping that she took the hint and started dancing herself. Alegra reached in and whispered in a soft voice that, despite the music, Charlotte would hear clearly. Her voice came with an odd southern European accent though it was understandable enough. “You looked lonely, sugar, let's dance”
Translucentfeathers:
Charlotte felt a pair of hands snake over her hips and glanced down at the smooth skin that seemed to compliment differ so much from the pale strip of her own you could see around her hips where her tank had ridden up slightly. It was a woman too, and with a glance over her shoulder she arched an eyebrow, her own eyes meeting the other pair of gorgeous blues steadily. She heard the whisper and the accent paired with the sultry tone had her heart thudding in her chest. The feel of the woman's body sliding up against hers, the brunette slotting herself against the curve of Charlotte's back had the raven haired girl leaning back unintentionally. "All right, perhaps just one..." she responded, holding the other woman's gaze for a moment.
She reveled a little in the way their frames slotted together and how the woman felt like liquid in motion behind her. The heavy thrumming of the base drowned out all thought and she gave in to the way the woman guided her hips. A single dance couldn't hurt, she supposed. Charlotte could always find her friends after, and it had been a while since she had danced with someone in a way that was different from the platonic moves she exchanged with her friends earlier. This was sensual and seductive and she felt herself melting a little at the lithe way the beautiful creature behind her moved.
She wasn't used to being the one being guided and steered, it felt odd at first. She was tempted to shift and try and drag the woman in the red dress around in front of her but the firm grip on her hips had her deciding that maybe this one time she would give in. Charlotte let herself get lost in the rhythm of the song then, leaning back to glide her curve of her hips against and in time with the ones behind her. She leaned back against the feeling of the swell of the other woman's breasts, enjoying the way the brunette had a little height on her. Charlotte wasn't sure if it was simply due to the heels the woman in red wore or if she really just had a couple of inches on her, but she found herself not caring all that much.
When the song ended she was going to need to leave, to start looking for her friends. She would say good bye, maybe steal a kiss and move on. But that would be when the song ended. For now? Now she wanted to enjoy herself for once.
Lady Arachnia:
While her hands always had a hold of the girl in a way that made sure she remained where she wanted her they were not idle. Her fingers sauntered over her skin while they moved and constantly traced along the lines of Charlotte's jeans and several times dipped just an inch or two below them.
Alegra stood around five foot ten though the heals made her somewhat taller than that. Even without them she was tall enough to look down on the girl, even if just a bit. Her breasts were also a c cup, something that the dress would make obvious enough for any one who looked at her.
Alegra couldn't help but allow herself to be lost in the moment too, directing the dancing and leading the other exactly how she wanted. The human would feel herself being compelled to grind her backside constantly in to Alegra thanks to her grip. Their bodies meshed together as though they belonged as one. Alegra savoured the primitive scent of the other woman from the dance and was already imagining just what this one would taste like. Alegra stooped in to lash at Charlotte's ear with the tip of her tongue several times before giving the lobe a sharp nip. Next she gave the girl a series of forceful kisses in the crook of her neck near the shoulder that left a black lipstick mark every time.
Eventually though the sound wound down to a close and the next one, something with a slower tempo began blasting our of the speakers. Despite the end of the song though Alegra kept her hands on the woman, this time more to the front and closer to her midriff. Her breasts remained pressed firmly against ther others back while their legs were nearly entwined. The foreign woman leant in again with a voice as soft as silk and whispered words under an icy cold breath on to the nape of Charlottes neck. "There's your one dance, darling, what next?" she questioned, seeing whether the girl had been enticed to stay in her company a little longer.
Translucentfeathers:
The dance was exquisite and those heavy laid roaming hands and wide spread fingers had her body arching under the touch, trying not to shiver when a long finger or two slipped just barely below the waistline. With the backwards grinding motions Charlotte felt herself begin to get a little out of touch with the world around them. She always loved the way it felt to have a woman's soft warm body pressing down, breasts against her back and the motions of their hips grinding together-a guilty pleasure she rarely let herself indulge in as she normally was able to over power her partners in bed or was the one to either drag them off and initiate. The flip, the change for once felt divine.
Charlotte felt the nips over her decorated ears and almost wished she could urge the woman to tug on them a bit, craving that little spike of pain that followed whenever someone bit or pulled too roughly. She bit her tongue though and instead tried to ignore the way that warm mouth traveled down further, pressing heated kisses over the pale flesh beteeen the curve her neck and bare shoulder. There were ink black marks left over the skin and she found herself tipping her head back a little to offer this woman more of her throat.
When the dance came to an end her cheeks were flushed and her breath was coming and going quickly, the swell of her breasts was visible over the neckline of the black tank she wore, the black straps of her bra having slipped out, falling off of her shoulders slightly in the motions of their dance. It was slightly freeing for her large D cup breasts that Charlotte normally strapped down tightly to hide. The white curve of them rose and fell while she tried to catch her breath. She felt aroused, and debauched and when coole breath skittered over the back of her neck she shivered slightly, her head falling forward as a curtain of black curls fell to hide her flushed face from view while she tried desperately to calm herself a little.
"Should find out where my friends snuck off to," she said after a while, despite the desire she had to grab one of those hands pressing into her abdomen and cart the woman off to one of the back corners of the club. Charlotte lifted her head then, tucking the stray strands of hair behind her ear as she glanced back at the woman behind her. "This isn't really my scene...lot's of other pretty things that would drop themselves at your feet tonight, though," she hummed as she appreciatively as she appraised the woman still pressing tightly against her from behind. She wondered though if this woman didn't care for this place like she did. From the black lipstick, exotic look and sheer dark sex appeal she figured maybe this woman was just as out of place as she was. "What's your name?"
Lady Arachnia:
Alegra ended her words and gave the girl a quick sharp bite on the back of her neck which would be hard enough to hurt but not to break the skin. She applied treatment to the bite in the form of her tongue slithering over the skin while she listened to the other girl speak, deciding not to interrupt her and instead have her fun. Alegra dragged the nails on her left hand upwards underneath Charlotte's shirt to leave long red streaks on her skin that might have broken the skin just a little. The other hand however went around to the girls shapely backside and gave it a firm squeeze, it then dipped below her waistline again though this time she found the material of whatever underwear she wore beneath and then gave them a playful tug. To her words she gave her a soft “Uhuh...” and continued up her assault.
When the girl finally ginished with saying what she thought she should go off and do Alegra's hand was just reaching the base of her left breast and she stopped just as she grazed it with her fingers. As quickly as it all began it suddenly ended and the olive skinned woman removed her hands and took a step back. “I won't keep you from your friends if that's what you wanted. It seems the both of us are out of place in a bar such as this... but I don't mind that. If you want to spend the rest of the night hopping around clubs like this then good luck finding them. If you want to find out my name though... well then you're going to have to follow me. Her voice, as ever, was like honey to the ears. Alegra gave the girl a quick wink then and turned to walk away to the small booth she was at before, her hips swayed as she would which only brought attention to her soft round backside.
Translucentfeathers:
The assault on her while she tried to speak left Charlotte stunned. The nails on her skin, the bite over the back of her neck and soothing tongue swipes. The grip on her panties and firm fingers digging into the swell of her ass. It left her unbelievably turned on and...craving more. She listened to the silken words the woman said as a response, her tone inviting as she welcomed Charlotte to follow.
The following disappearance of those hands and fingers left her wanting and she turned to watch as the woman sauntered away, Charlotte's eyes following each sway of those tempting hips that had been grinding with hers not moments ago. Charlotte stared for a while, fighting herself a bit. Her teeth snagged her lip as she considered the offer before her tongue toyed with the piercing on the left side, debating.
Cursing herself a bit inwardly she let her hands straighten her top a bit and smooth through her hair as she made her way over to sit in the bench of the booth across from the woman after shooting off a quick text to her friends cussing them out for disappearing and that she had found someone. They probably would assume she ditched, it had been months since her last one night stand and the near celibacy left her tense and on edge from work and classes. Charlotte let her pale blue eyes study this exotic woman in red, lingering over the dark black painted lips, the supple curves that were displayed in the tight dress. She was beautiful and dangerously so, and it had Charlotte intrigued. "So...what's your name then?"
Lady Arachnia:
Her hooks had been cast and Alegra could tell they'd sunken in and taken a hold of this girl already. When she walked away she could tell with absolute certainty that she would not be sat alone in her booth for long. She slid in to her booth where a large bottle of red wine sat along with two glasses. She poured one for herself, not that it did anything for her and then a second glass which she placed to her side. She counted down the seconds in her head and before she'd gotten to ten she saw exactly what she wanted to.
Alegra patted the seat next to her to convince the girl she should sit closer and then would place an arm around the other's shoulders should Charlotte sit there and began toying a finger through her hair. "I'm almost tempted to leave you guessing" the hunter said as she leant in closer to the other. "I'll play nice though... with this at least. My name's Alegra, Alegra Lorello. I can promise you... you don't need your friends to have a good time so long as you're willing to live and let yourself enjoy the moment." As the vampire spoke she walked a path down the girl's side and across her tighs, creeping closer towards that spot between them.
Translucentfeathers:
Charlotte moved to sit next to the other woman at her prompting. Her eyes narrowed over the edge of the glass of wine she watched this Alegra pour and she ignored the rush of heat that went flaring straight to her sex when the woman's hand began wandering down her side to slip over her thighs, closer to where Charlotte had been craving all evening. She shifted though, pulling away a bit to slide to the edge of the bench, leg getting draped over the other, crossing them as she eyed the woman. It wasn't normally like her to play hard to get, then again it wasn't normally like her to be on this side of the game.
It was odd, being persued this aggressively...not bad, but different. She found herself tempted to just give in and ask if the Alegra was up for a quick release in one of the bathroom stalls or behind a pillar in a dark corner but something in her thought she might want a bit more than that. "Damn shame," she hummed with a casual shrug and smile. "Hoping you would be interested in more than just a moment in a seedy club booth."
Lady Arachnia:
She was playing coy, Alegra was sure of it. Even if she wasn't the vampire was going to see her life'sblood dripping down her neck today... whether consensually or in the alleyway on her way home, she preferred it when she got to make a game of it though and make them feel like they had a choice. She made sure that her nails raked along Charlotte's thigh as she moved away and she simply flashed her another disarming smile. She slid the wine glass over towards her and winked. "Drink" she said in a tone, that despite it's soft sound grokked no argument and held an air of authority about it. The wine was an expensive red that probably cost more than what any one spent on a night of indulgence.
The woman flashed her pearlescent teeth then when the other one spoke and flicked her tongue over the tips of them. "A moment can last a long time if you know what you're doing. Releasing your inhibitions and just experiencing the night as it comes is... exhilerating. The chance to be whoever you want to be and meet people that have no previous knoweldge of you... it's freeing is it not?" she asked in that same aluring tone. She raised her own glass and took a drink of the meaningless liquid. A vampire could drink if they wanted but it did nothing for them and they brought it up at a later time... just like food. "What I'm after is some one interesting enough for me to want to spend my time with."
Translucentfeathers:
That commanding tone to drink sent shivers through her, and the way Alegra was watching her had Charlotte shifting slightly where she sat, ignoring the way her skin heated under the drag of those nails when she had pulled away. It was fantastic, and she eyed the glass momentarily. The words of being free to experience the night as it came, no inhibitions and no predetermined standards from a stranger had s thrill running through her.
She raised the glass to her lips, the cool smooth wine slipping over her tongue to slide down her throat. It was expensive and dark and promising. Charlotte leaned back against the bench finally deciding to give in, just a little. "Have you found what you are after?"
Lady Arachnia:
The girl was trying to play coy with her, the thought of it actually amused Alegra. She decided to carry on, the girl seemed to enjoy the chase and it looked as though she were ready to break and just give in and admit to her lust towards Alegra. She swirled the wine around her glass and the smell was obvious to her even without bringing it to her nose thanks to her heightened senses.
She cracked a smirk towards her victim and just shrugged at her. "Oh I think I might have... it's very hard to tell before I've had a kiss if I've found the right person though. I'm wondering if she's about to give me a chance to find out if I've found the prize I cam here looking for." Alegra cooed. The way she said the word prize would give off the impression that it was a position to be highly coveted, something some one would strive towards though that was her power mingling with her words.
Translucentfeathers:
This woman had somehow flipped the situation, making Charlotte feel as if it should be her trying to convince Alegra to take her home for the night, like she should be wamting the woman to make her claim on her, worried that perhaps she wouldn't be what this beautiful woman was craving after all. Charlotte raised an eyebrow at how a choice in wording had so quickly caused this in her and a smile began to grace her lips as she inclined her head slightly. All of the pent up frustrations and lust from their sensual dancing and now this woman's teasing had her feeling aroused and on edge, the memory of their hips grinding together, the feel of those red clothed breasts and the curves of Alegra's body pressing in against her back as those hands and lips roamed. She was fairly certain she still had black lipstick markings along the side of her throat.
Charlotte took another long sip of the dark heady wine before she licked the residual dark liquid from her lips. "Well, I find myself hopeful now, and somewhat intrigued. Consider this as me giving you your chance," she said easily before she leaned in and captured those black lips in a kiss. She wasn't quite sure what to expect but she gave it her all regardless, pressing the soft swell of her own lips against Alegra's hungrily, teeth nipping at her bottom lip begging for entrance slightly.
Lady Arachnia:
This was a kind of artform that Alegra excelled at thanks to her centuries of practice. This girl, while she was an interesting little enigma she was still like putty for the vampiress to mould as she desired, pushing her in the way she want and leading her on with sensual teases. She liked her prey always wanting more, getting a taste but never a full mouthful, not untill she knew they were hers at least. Alegra was a tease and a flirt... two things she didn't mind what so ever, it was all part of the game of cat and mouse. She'd let the girl take the lead for a while to build herself up but just as easily as she'd given it up she'd grasped the lead and taken it back, it was almost as though Charlotte wore a collar and leash already and her mistress was lightly pulling on it just enough to move her forward while giving the illusion that it had been Charlotte's choice.
Then their lips met Alegra pulled back just enough to get out of reach... and then she did the same thing a second time lingering just on the very edge of her plaything's touch... and then she pushed back to meet the other girls lips head on. Her lips were full, cold and moved expertly. She fought hard against Charlotte and met each of her movements. She denied the other girl entry and returned the nip with one sharp one of her own that would make her lip begin to trickle with blood. Her lips parted then to allow the other girls tongue to try and pass her lips, should she dare. If she tried Alegra would block Charlotte with her own tongue a few times to keep up the game before retreating and unbarring the way. All the while the two were kissing Alegra's right hand was on the back of the much younger girl's head and she lightly scratched the back of her scalp.
Translucentfeathers:
Alegra was torturing her, teasing and taunting Charlotte and making her want more. When the other woman began pulling back once, twice, leaving her wanting as those dark full lips lingered tantalizingly close, brushing hers. The sudden push forward threw her and it began a battle between them as she struggled to try and gain the upperhand, finding the other woman's moves blocking her, keeping her at bay. Charlotte was used to getting her way, to girls easily opening up and letting her take whatever she wanted to by now.
A gasp escaped her lips when she felt a sharp sliver of pain on her bottom lip and even felt a bit of blood trickling down. It took a bit of coaxing, their tongues fighting for entry until Alegra finally let her kiss her. It had her moaning softly against the other woman's mouth, the at the back of her scalp was holding her in place as one of Charlotte's hands came up to cling to the woman's shoulder, nail biting at her bare shoulder as she leaned in.
The fight for control during their kiss had her feeling weak, a small part of Charlotte felt like she had lost some sort of battle with this woman. She ignored the feeling, though, and continued to trace the contours of Alegra's mouth with her tongue, tip grazing the roof of her mouth, her teeth returning the harsh treatment to Alegra's lips she had been given by the other woman. Her grip tightened on Alegra's shoulder as she pressed in closer, moaning against her lips again.
Lady Arachnia:
Alegra held back for a moment and gave the girl a chance to explore her own mouth hungrily. She desperately craved more from Alegra and the vampire would only give it to her in small bursts making sure she never got every thing she wanted and there was always something else. After giving the girl her time to delve in to Alegra's mouth the exotic woman began to fight back. He tongue clashed and colided with Charlotte's for a while on her own ground before she pushed through and forced her way in to the younger's own. Her tongue flicked and almost vibratoed as she poked and tested the girls mouth... though that wasn't the main reason she'd done it. As soon as she'd pressed forward she got a good taste if the other girls blood and it sent her head swimming. My oh my this one tasted good, different to any one else she'd had before... Charlotte was unique and she was delicious. Alegra groaned lustfully in to the kiss as she let the liquid flow over her tongue and bit the lip another time so that more blood would escape. Her eyes were tight now and she let herself get lost in the moment of the kiss.
The hand on the back of Charlottes hair raked down her back and all the way down to her ample backside. She took a firm hold of the girls lower left cheek and then gave it a hard squeeze followed by a slap that came with more power than Alegra looked like she hand. The other hand began to saunter down the other's chest and across her larger breasts. Her hand crept lower and lower untill it was placed on the other girls inner thigh. Slowly Alegra began to massage the soft flesh there. She made sure her hand was close enough to the sweet sex between the other girls legs that she brushed against it now and then but far enough away to leave more to be desired.
Translucentfeathers:
Charlotte was overwhelmed by the aggressive nature of their kiss when Alegra began taking over, a soft moan slipping from her lips as her mouth was claimed by the aggressive woman. She felt slightly dominated as Alegra's mouth delved into her own and simply took what it wanted a sharp gasp cutting through the heated exchange when she felt the other woman's teeth close over the swell of her bottom lip for a secont time. There was a brief bit of pain and the metallic bitterness of blood slipped into the kiss, Alegra's heated moan in response vibrating through her to Charlotte's very core.
Those hands were roaming, the hard squeeze and slap to her ass was rough and had her jolting forward in shock. In a twisted way she wondered how much harder it would have been if her jeans hadn't buffered the strike, the thought left her moaning against those dark lips with want. Alegra's other hand had somehow traveled down her body to massage and press along her inner thigh, those long fingers teasing and occasionally brushing against her sex. It left her wanting, her hips shaking slightly as they rocked forward into the too light touches, begging for more, for a steady hand, a firm grip, something.
Charlotte felt her head begin to spin from lack of oxygen and she broke the kiss, wrenching herself away to pant harshly as she struggled to pull in the much needed air, chest rising and falling heavily as she drew and pushed out long deep breaths. She licked her lips, tongue tracing over the cut and any blood that had escaped. She wanted to apologize but the woman didn't seem all that bothered by the crimson liquid currently staining her lips. Charlotte knew some people got off on a little bloodplay and figured this exotic beauty must be one of them.
With a slight hum, her eyes traced over the woman in red in front of her before leaning back against the benchs high back. "Well...from that do you think you've found the right person?" She asked, eyes locking onto Alegra's as she referred to their previous discussion before they had basically physically assaulted one another in the bar booth.
Lady Arachnia:
Alegra, like many of her kind, often forgot about simple human things such as breathing and didn't even give a thought to the other's lack of oxygen. As soon as she saw Charlotte struggle for air and pull back Alegra just fixated her with a smirk. She sat back and pushed the girls glass of wine closer to wards her and then quickly topped it up. "Drink" she said cooly before answering the question. "Oh, I definitely think I have found exactly what I came here for" she started before giving a delibrate pause to leave her waiting. "If you're willing to let yourself go, do your best to keep be entertained and let me have my way with you then you're going to have the best night of your life."
Alegra moved back in towards her prey again then and pressed against her so that a breast slipped either side of Charlotte's left arm. One hand went back to scratching the back of the girls neck while the other rested back on the softspot she'd assaulted on Charlotte's inner thigh. This time though the vampiress walked her fingers up her toy's inner thigh and this time all the way to her clothed which she then decided to press against with her palm. She began to work her hand against the other girl in slow forceful circular motions while she stooped in and began to lightly run a tongue over the crook of Charlotte's neck. She bit it twice, hard nips that didn't quite break the skin. "What do you say? Are you mine?"
Translucentfeathers:
Charlotte took another sip of the wine, her eyes remaining decidedly on the dark woman in red next to her as she felt Alegra press forward, advancing and leaning into her space even more after a brief reprieve and permitting her a moment to breathe. The reassurance offered that Alegra had indeed found what she was looking for in Charlotte left her feeling like she was caught or rather cornered by a predator who was leering down at their prey. It was something she had never experienced before and she stared, the dark promises of it being the best night of her life causing her breath to catch in her throat.
The movements were no where near subtle after that. Charlotte's bare arm was pinned between a pair of ample breasts clothed in red, as her denim clad legs fell open slightly when she felt Alegra's hand drop between them, those teasing tan fingers walking up her inner thighs to brush against her jean clad sex before a firm palm settled over the apex of her thighs to press roughly, the grinding sensation offering delicious friction. Charlotte's hips rocked into the other woman's palm, a soft moan slipping from her lips at the sensation. There was a question though that Alegra asked and Charlotte felt herself become slightly uncertain at the possessive nature it had.
Are you mine?
Charlotte tilted her head back instinctively, her long black curls falling away, offering Alegra's mouth better access to the column of her throat, body trembling at the sharp graze of teeth against pale skin. "Yes...for the night," she finally responded, giving into her cravings and desires.
