Prepare the Calf for the Slaughter

She gave a low chuckle.

"Do a lot of women ask you that for you to compare me to them?" she teased softly, grinning as he pressed his forehead against her own.

His hands were large and warm against her bare skin.

He could probably feel the raised flesh of her scars, though she tried to ignore it. Generally she tried to pretend her scars didn't exist.

Her hands rested on his shoulders, nails scraping over his cloth-covered skin lightly.

She returned the kiss eagerly when his lips captured hers, nails biting into his skin a little further.

Razzle enjoys the feeling of her nails piercing his cloth clad flesh, something about the small pains are familiar, they take him back to a place that wasn't so dark. He continues to deepen the kiss with Giacinto, rubbing his right hand higher along the length of her scarred thigh. He notices, but he doesn't comment. All scars are battle scars, and to ask one of a war is to cross an emotional boarder of which he just hasn't reached with the woman. He knows she would feel the same about him.

His mouth wanders down to nibble the woman's neck, biting softly, he keeps himself from smiling at the thought that he's biting the neck of a vampire, but he can't help it. His curious hand eases down to caress her inner thigh, just barely gazing the warmth of her crotch. She's inviting and entrancing, she makes his blood churn. he can feel pressure building up between his thighs, shortening his jeans.

She gave a soft purr when he began nibbling gently at her neck. The irony wasn't lost on her, though she usually preferred a different spot to take blood from. A personal favourite place for her.

Giacinto pushed him away from her and slid off the counter.

She pressed her lips to his before taking his hand, dragging him across the room towards the door.

She pulled him across the hall towards a locked door immediately opposite the kitchen door. Giacinto adored her kitchen. She wouldn't even allow herself to have sex in it. The closest empty room would do.

It took a few moments for her to find the mansion's master key from the depths of her pocket and unlock the door. The room was immaculate but definitely not lived in; it only had the bare minimum of furnishings. A neatly made bed. An empty bookcase. A desk and a couch and armchair curled around a coffee table.

It would do for what Giacinto wanted.

The door closed behind them and she dragged him across the room towards the couch. They could move whenever the desire took them.

For a split second, as Razzle was shoved away, he believed Tony was going to tell him to bugger off and his heart sunk. His hope was restored when she kisses him once more and a little shiver ran through the man's body.

He let her drag him, following obediently, he honestly would let her do whatever she wanted to him, he finds her so seductive. The dust of reddish-pink stays littered on his face. He leans down to kiss the side of her neck as she fishes around for the key and is then dragged into the room to be at her disposal.

Once they reach the sofa he picks the woman up and sits down so she rests in his lap, his hands resting on her hips. He kisses her collarbone and kneads his hands against her hips, an obvious strain between his thighs rubs against Giacinto's.

Her arms slid around his neck when he picked her up.

She shifted so she was straddling him comfortably and leaned forwards to capture his lips in another deep kiss.

Her hips pressed down against the immortal's crotch, grinding gently.

Her teeth caught his lower lip and she bit down, tugging at the skin sharply with a little grin.

Giacinto's hips began swaying to an imaginary beat as she pressed into another deep kiss, fingers raking through his red hair.

His hands latch needily onto Giacinto's hips as she bites down on his skin, he's had it rough before, but he can tell she's going to be something entirely new and this alone excites him. He guides her hips into deeper rotations against his stiffening arousal, a stifled, pleasured grunt escapes his lips. It's been awhile for him.

He kisses her passionately and pines to feel her soft internal skin against his own flesh. His finger wander down to touch between her legs, feel if she's moist for him, testing the waters so to speak. His hair is soft and warm to the touch, like the glow of embers. With one hand still on the woman's hip he grazes his fingers over the seam of her womanhood, his heart throbbing behind his skin and bones.

She kissed over his cheek and neck, nipping gently at his skin, purring as her tongue lapped over it, tasting the mild taste of salt on the skin peppered with soft red hairs.

The Succubus kept up her slow rotation of her hips, occasionally pressing down firmly against his clothed arousal before pulling back to barely brush over him. She drew his earlobe into her mouth, suckling it gently.

Her nails scraped over his scalp gently as her teeth scraped over his earlobe.

A soft moan sounded as his fingers found her womanhood, hips pressing down against them instinctively.

One hand slid down from his shoulder to massage his arousal through his jeans.

A soft, approving coo sounds from deep within Razzle's chest as he feels Giacinto's hand slip under the hem of his jeans. He enjoys her touch, he enjoys touching her. His fingers spread out to unfold the soft layers of womanhood, delicate touches by large hands. He searches for the bundle of nerves that rests nestled between Giacinto's sex and when he find the bump he rubs it with his thumb, pressing down upon it to stimulate her, feel the heat of her arousal against his skin.

These thoughts along with her advances make his face burn hot with stimulation and he can't help but roll his hips beneath her. The concentrated look stays on his face, furrowed brow, closed eyes. He wants to feel more of her against him in so many ways it taunts him. He likes it.

The woman gave a soft purr as his thumb pressed against her, stroking and rubbing.

In return, she rubbed him firmer through the coarse material of his jeans. She wanted him writhing beneath her. Aroused and just about ready to tear her dress from her and ravish her.

She was well on her way to bringing him to that point.

Giacinto lowered her head a little to bite into his neck, sucking at the patch caught between her teeth, sucking and biting at it until she left a nice bruise.

Her hips rocked against his fingers.

His face contorts into an ever needier expression and the joints in his fingers stiffen though he tries his hardest to keep arousing her. His toes curl in his shoes and his head leans back against the sofa, his red curls cascading down over the side of the couch.

"Giacinto-oh-o I.. I'd really like to have sex with you right now, please," he breathes out, his brow furrowed. He asks like this for two reasons: He had once been in a relationship with a high sadistic individual who made him ask in such a way whenever they would copulate and secondly he views her as high up in authority. He feels that this is practically a gift she's giving him to let him touch her in this way. For a man who's been around for so long he has more insecurities than most.

The muscles in his thighs twitch with anxiousness, with longing for the woman's body. Blood pounds hard, later it will feel as if he'll rupture a vein. He hopes in the back of his head he will be able to pleasure her, satisfy her in the ways she is turning him on.

"Would you now?" she purred softly.

She nipped his lower lip, hips grinding down against his crotch firmly again. "Take what you want from me."

An order. Do what you want to me how you want to me.

Giacinto's fingers found the button of his jeans, tugging it open then pulling the zip down slowly. She kissed him once more, hips still pressed down against the immortal's.

Would he take what he wanted from her? Would he just do what he wanted or was he too timid to do so?

Face as flushed as a brick wall Razzle lets out a slow, aroused breath and opens his eyes to look up at her, his heart pounding harder than before. She was giving herself over to him, letting him do to her as he pleases. For a moment he doesn't know if he should take such command over her body, a nervousness filling him that he won't be able to be up to par with this very experienced woman. He is timid, this is very true, but he also is experienced in the ways of sexual relations.

He eases his hand away from her womanhood and moves Giacinto's body so she is laying down on the piece of furniture. He blushes like mad as he runs his hands up the front of her dress, cupping her breasts in his large hands. His fingers pinch and toy with her nipples, twisting hard enough to make them pink, like ripened, budding flowers, sensitive to the touch.

He pulls his fingers away and licks them only to return them back to her breast, lubricating the pink flesh so he can twist and tease more. His thigh move forward underneath Giacinto's, propping her up so he can rub his stiffened erection against her crotch tauntingly, not only for her, but for himself... Okay mainly taunting to himself. He leans down his face to lick and kiss her neck, his breath growing harder, his soft hair flowing down over her skin.

She watched his internal battle play out on his face.

To do as Giacinto asked or to curl up in a corner and blush so hard all his blood rushed to his cheeks.

She was pleased when he manipulated her to lie on her back on the couch. He was going to do as she asked. Good.

Her chest pressed up against his hands as they slid under her dress to pinch her nipples gently. Not as hard as she would have liked, but she enjoyed the treatment nonetheless.

When he pulled back to lave his tongue over his fingers, she sat up, pulling her dress over her head and tossing it aside, laying back against the couch completely naked beneath him.

She pressed up against him again as his fingers returned to her breasts, head tilting back to offer more of her neck to him.

Something in his eyes glimmered when she stripped down to bare nakedness, a feeling of seeing something completely genuine, her exposing herself like this. His fingers unintentionally twist harder against her when he sees that she isn't responding to it as she could be. He's curious, curious to see how far he can take it. His hands engulf her breasts in his palms and he kneads firmly. He wants to see her back arch beneath him, he wants to feel empowerment.

He catches himself thinking these thoughts and gets slightly embarrassed. This embarrassment makes him lighten up on his touches, but he gets involved again, he gets sucked into her charm. He bares some of his weight down as he fondles her and eventually one of his hands slides down her torso to her right leg. He lifts her leg so it's nearly pressing against her chest, tightening her womanhood for himself. He brings his other hand down and tests the waters of her sex, this time pushes two fingers into her body, forcing almost against the soft skin of her sex.

He's never felt so sexually empowered though he knows in the back of his mind Giacinto is the one in control here.

Giacinto's body wasn't as thin as a lot of women desired to be. Her breasts were an average size, one slightly larger than the other; a natural occurrence. The skin of her breasts was slightly lighter than the surrounding skin. Tan marks from sunbathing out on the roof on the occasions that she wore a bikini to sunbathe in. A matching patch of lighter tan skin spanned from her navel to her knees. She was never confident enough to sunbathe bare. She was still terrified of the marks that graced her inner thighs.

Her stomach was not as flat as it could have been and the skin was marred with faint stretch marks from her many previous pregnancies.

The hair that usually grows on her body had been waxed until her skin was smooth and hairless. This was done for her comfort rather than appearances. She had always enjoyed feeling fabrics against bare skin rather than having the feeling blocked by hair.

These little flaws made her a woman. Her face and figure may have been reminiscent of model from a magazine but she had flaws. Her skin was blemished; scarred and stretched and not tanned evenly. She was confident enough in her body that the flaws seemed meaningless.

Her wine eyes slid shut and she gave a low moan when his hands kneaded her breasts.

An almost soundless tut sounded when he lightened up on the touches. This wasn't what she wanted. She wanted him to be rough. She wanted to be able to feel this afterwards. She wanted to be able to see bruises on her skin.

Her back arched upwards when his weight bared down onto her, breasts pushing up into his hands. Yes, this was closer to what she wanted. This was much better.

The woman's leg moved obediently to press up against her torso and her eyes slid half open, beckoning him to continue with the onslaught of hot touches. She wasn't disappointed when his fingers found the hot, damp flesh of her womanhood.

Her hips pushed up against his fingers, pressing forwards to take his fingers deeper.

She breathed his name in a soft seductive murmur, one hand moving to curl in his red hair, the other skimming up her stomach to twist the nipple of her unoccupied breast gently.

His eyes had swallowed up the details of her body, to him she was flawless, to him the little marks and bumps and scars were nearly invisible. He had been with women before who weren't as striking as Giacinto and still felt below them in the attractive sense. Now this stunning figure below him was showing him the most intimate of moments, of actions.

His head turns up so his lips press deeply against the side of her neck, tasting her skin, feeling her pulse. So alive she was in her movements and moans, it set his blood on fire. He kisses and sucks the woman's neck, his fingers continuing to thrust deeply up into her body, not holding back any intensity. Her body is so tight around his digits it makes them curl up inside her, feeling the gentle caress, the ridges of her sex.

Razzle's other hand continues to hold onto her leg, pressing it to her, his masculine hand caresses her knee. He breathes out a hard breath against her neck and pulls his fingers away from her, pressing his hand to her soft stomach before he reaches down to ready his own manhood, plump with arousal. His teeth clip against his bottom lip in anticipation as he forces himself into the confined space that rests between Giacinto's thighs. He gasps out quietly into her ear as he feels his erection become engulfed in her warm body, mind stirring with pleasure.

Her head tilted slightly when his lips pressed to her neck. Her curled hair slid over their skin, caressing his cheek with gentle movements.

Each thrust of his fingers was met with a soft murmur of pleasure and a gentle rock of her hips.

Giacinto was the living personification of sex. Sexual acts could melt her into a puddle of need. A need for sex. A need for blood. In some ways it could be considered a flaw. With a few gentle touches to her breasts or sex, she could be rendered harmless; just a moaning mass of desire.

A soft whimper sounded when he pulled his fingers from inside her. Her hips arched upwards slightly as if searching out his lost fingers.

She bit her soft, rosy lower lip when she felt the head of his arousal press against her. A soft groan sounded from deep in her throat as her teeth release her lip. Her lips parted slightly, the sharp pearly fangs hidden beneath now on perfect show.

Her fingers pinched and tugged at her nipple sharply, stimulating herself as he pushed deep inside of her. Her other hand gripped a clump of his hair tightly.

The feeling of the woman's fingers curled around his messy ginger locks of hair stirred the arousal in the pit of his stomach, twisting it hard to seep the passion through his body. Razzle's hips rock steadily at first, deep, hard thrusts that rock her body against his down. His hand clutches to her knee and the other hand reaches up to cup her exposed breast, pushing the tender skin up, twisting her sensitive, pink nipple, hard enough to leave a rosy blotch later on her body.

Razzle himself is still almost completely clothed, his jeans and boxer briefs are pulled down to hug the tops of his thighs, thighs dusted with a soft scatter of freckles, rosy pink with blush. His shirt is rolled up slightly to hug his mid-stomach, a trail of curly red pubic hair leads up from his hardened manhood, which thrusts deeply in and out of the woman's body. His cobalt eyes squeeze shut in concentration as he begins driving harder against Giacinto's body, causing her rear to lift up off the fabrics below with every forward thrust.

The man's breath his hot against Giacinto's neck, but almost virtually silent, he is not the loudest of lovers, his past moany disposition lost within a sea of rough lovers. Only relatively extreme sexual situations can make him writhe and moan out loudly. After toying with the woman's breast for a few more moments his hand reaches down from her chest and grips her relaxed leg, pushing it up to bend upward like her opposite leg. This tightens the area between her thighs, makes Razzle have to work harder, little beads of sweat starting to work their way across his brow.

She gave a soft breathless moan when he pinched at her nipple, her fingers pinching at her other nipple a moment later.

Giacinto, unlike her current lover, was not quiet. She was a loud woman; moaning and whimpering in the man's ear as his hips rocked against her own. She was lustful and she showed it in both her actions and the loud sounds she uttered.

She wanted more than this, though.

When he pushed her other leg up to her chest, her ankles locked together.

Her head tilted back and her hands slid under his shirt. Her nails scraped down his back viciously, leaving behind bleeding welts.

If she treated him rougher, would he treat her rougher in return?

Razzle's eyelids squeeze shut harder against his eyes and he lets out a gasp at the feeling of the woman's nails dragging against his soft skin. He can feel the cold, wet sting of the bloody scratches running down his back, like being cut with ice. His body jerks forward in more intense thrusts, holding barely anything back, lifting her entire lower body off of the cushions with every rough push. His nails sink into the skin of her knees as he holds them closer to her body, to the point of straining the muscles in her legs.

His manhood throbs and pulses against the inside of her body, thick veins rubbing mercilessly against the ridges of her womanhood. His hair splays out around the frames of their faces, engulfing them in a sea of ginger red, as if their both set aflame. Razzle's toes curl in and the muscles under his soft skin flex with tension. Every now and then he lets out grunts of pleasure, audible against the woman's ear, moist with his hot breath. The furniture rocks beneath their bodies.

She groaned when he thrust into her roughly. She had done well to push him. This was closer to what she wanted. Much closer.

But still not exactly what she wanted.

Her tongue laved over her lower lip slowly as she made a decision to take what she wanted.

With a surprising burst of strength the woman pushed Razzle up, sitting up herself, giving a whimper when his arousal slid out of her.

She kissed him hard, teeth nipping at his lower lip.

Giacinto's lips and tongue caressed his ear gently as she panted softly. "Fuck my ass." She had always had a preferences for anal. She wanted to really feel this afterwards. She wanted to feel sore and used and sated.

She gave the man one last long kiss before moving to kneel with her back to the man, bending over and pushing her backside up in the air. Her hips swayed side to side slowly, waiting for him to pounce.

Razzle yelps out when the woman pushes him off and out of her, wincing when he feels the icy caress of the air against his member, slicked with Giacinto's arousal secretions. He pants heavily as he watches her position herself, extremely flustered and aroused, his face flushing an impossible shade of red at the sound of her words. He wants to stammer something out in compliance, an "okay" or a "you bet", but is words are caught up in his throat, sticky with desire.

Pounce he does, wasting no time to please the woman, shoving his shyness to the side so he can feel release and pleasure. Something about her draws him in, makes him feel comfortable, not as timid, possibly just how willing she is with him. His large hands latch onto her hips and he wastes no time in pushing himself into her body, feeling how tight this part of her is as it encases his erect flesh. He drives into her in an unbridled fashion, his hair swaying around the frame of his face. He leans forward to drive into her body harder, the soft, compact feel of her insides squeeze around his sensitive flesh, making his body lurch with pleasure.

His mind is like static, all he can hears are the moans erupting from the woman below him. He can't even hear the thoughts in his head if there were any in the first place, he is so wrapped up in pleasure.

Anticipation ran through her like fire as his hands curled around her hips.

Her lips parted with a moan louder than any other she had given while laying with Razzle. Her body pushed back against his when he pushed into her. She could feel her body stretching to accept his hardened flesh.

She could feel more now. She could feel more of him inside of her. It felt divine.

Her fingers clawed at the armrest on the sofa, face buried in the plush cushion, trying to muffle her loud groans as best as she could.

Between the pants and moans, she whimpered his names and soft orders to move faster, push deeper into her; be rougher with her.

She wanted to feel pain. The pain of being stretched too much, the pain of nails biting into her flesh, teeth piercing skin. Something.

"Please," she whined.

He wants to please her so badly, to make her feel the kind of rapture he's feeling from the hot embrace of her body around his, how it surrounds him and engulfs him. He complies to her order obediently, ramming himself into her backside harder, faster, pushing apart her skin so he can enter and hit parts of her that will cause intense pleasure. His fingertips, slick with sweat, press hard enough into her hips to bruise; his nails bite into her skin, searing the spots with pain and printing bloody little crescent moons in her sides.

He leans over further to lick the part of her lower back he can reach, nipping at the flesh, tasting her in his mouth as he pushes into her intensely. She could feel his soft waves of amber hair flitting against her bare backside, contrasting the small sharp pricks of his teeth biting her skin. Later he will reflect and see himself as an animal in his moment, hungry only for pleasure, mind blurred over with lust. He will be shy, but he won't be ashamed.

Her body writhed and jerked as he thrust harder into her.

Her teeth sank into the pillow under her lips, fanged teeth tearing into the fabric savagely as a pleasured growl escaped her.

She could feel the skin beneath his fingers bruising.

She could smell her blood perfuming the air like a seductive incense.

She could hear his soft breathing.

This was what she wanted. It was primal. Dark and seductive. Something she wouldn't be forgetting in a hurry.

The mixed feeling of his soft hair and his sharp teeth against her back along with everything else she was feeling was enough to bring her to the edge.

Her body shook in harsh pants as her body rocked, pushed by his hard thrusts.

"Razzle," she moaned.