Prepare the Calf for the Slaughter

His vision jumps between white shocks and then views of Giacinto's soft, punctured lower back, the intensity of their passions shocking and stimulating him. Her voice and moans fill his ears much as his manhood fills her body, pressing, pushing, and kneading against and inside her. Pre-cum dribbles out of the head of his ripened member, slicking the inside of her body with a small amount of his warm fluids, previewing his climax. With one hand continuing to grip hard onto her hip, the other dips down between the woman's legs to slick his fingers with her warm, wet arousal. The feeling makes him dizzy with pleasure.

Not letting up on his thrusting, his free hand gives her clitoris a rough pinch, before returning to her hip so he can drive into her body harder, wanting her to feel cum slip down her inner thighs. He can feel himself nearing his climax, his body wanting to burst with passion inside her tightened body, but he wants her to feel the rapture first, this is what he will command, this is what he will take control over.

The woman gave a breathless cry when her clit was pinched.

Fuck.

Her body writhed, tensing and relaxing. She gave cries and moans, whimpers and groans as she felt a pressure build up within her.

Pants shook her body and finally, with a silent scream, she allowed herself to descend into the depths of release.

She held herself up with shaking legs, still biting into the cushion.

"Gods, Razzle," she sighed blissfully.

With the air of the sudden silence and the sudden still tension in the woman's body, Razzle's own buildup becomes unbearable. He pulls himself out of her body and releases on her lower back and rear, furrowing his brow and clenching his teeth as he paints her soft skin with his come. His hand has to reach over and hold the backrest of the couch to steady himself as he comes, the intensity of this moment overwhelming him. When it is finally drained of his system he pants heavily and leans his body against the side of the sofa.

He looks at the woman before him and with pleased, relaxed eyes he traces his hand up the back of her thigh to feel if her come has run down it. He doesn't stop there though, he feels between her thighs, taking in that warm, wet feeling of her womanhood against his fingers, adoring how it feels. If they both weren't so spent from the throws of their passions he would want to lick it off of her.

"Th-Thanks," he pants out, giving her clitoris another, softer pinch before pulling his hand away.

She shivered softly as she felt his hot release against her skin, dribbling down over her hips and thighs.

She stayed still as the man's come continued to dribble and run over her skin.

Another soft shiver chased down her spine as his fingers stroked her.

Giacinto gave a moan when his fingers pinched her.

The woman lowered herself to lay on her stomach rather than holding herself up with weak legs. After a few moments she pushed herself to lay on her side so she could gaze at him.

She didn't care that she was staining the sofa with his release. She had thoroughly enjoyed that.

A soft smile curled her lips as her dark red eyes gazed up at him.

As Giacinto relaxes her stomach against the couch below them Razzle tucks his relaxing, blushy member back into his pants and boxers, zipping and buttoning up so he doesn't have to worry about making a fool of himself and tripping over something. He turns and sits with his back against the couch, placing Giacinto's feet in his lap so he can rub them. This is both to thank her for this unforgettable moment and to help the both of them come down from their passionate high. When she looks up at him he turns his neck to gaze down at her with his striking cobalt eyes, leaning his head against the backrest of the couch.

He smiles at her, his fingers rubbing her feet tenderly to help her relax. He admires her naked body, the curves of it, even the little flaws scattered here and their. Razzle admires are of her in her entirety, how passionate she is and how she holds such command over his body. He doesn't want to speak and ruin this moment of solitude and afterglow.

Her eyes widened slightly in shock when he drew her feet into his lap.

It had been a long time since someone had given her a foot massage. This was a very pleasant surprise.

Ginacito relaxed further, smiling happily as the man's fingers worked her skin in a gentle massage.

She had been very lucky, she decided. Razzle was cute. A good lover, though not the best she had had. That tittle, unfortunately, went to Belial had her unforgettable experience with him when she was younger. Either way, Razzle had been a good choice.

The woman's eyes slid shut and she laid back, enjoying the man's treatment of her.

The tips of his fingers press into the tender areas of her feet to coax out and release any knots of any kind. He works with her feet for a good while before moving to her ankles and calves, again he uses tricks from previous lovers who would pamper him after beating him raw during passionate sessions. He holds a great appreciation for the softness of her skin, even the little bumps and dips from scars and such.

As he breathing returns to him he works up the courage to speak to her, to tell her something that hopefully will be memorable, inciting, and leave her wanting more from him. He takes a good five minutes to finally work up the courage to speak,

"...You make me feel... Really awesome Giacinto,"

...Fuck.

His eyes squeeze shut as he curses himself in his head for being such a bumbling idiot. Truly the son of a viking.

The more Razzle massaged her, the more relaxed the woman got.

This was blissful.

Something she had been missing from a lot of her lovers. Someone that would stay with her after sex and just sit in silence and enjoy the afterglow with her.

Recently she had found two people like that. Razzle and Nanda. Two completely different people that she enjoyed being in the presence of.

Her eyes flickered open and she gave a soft chuckle.

"You make me feel...really awesome, too, Razzle."

Her wine eyes glittered as she grinned up at him.

He smiles down bashfully at his lap as she chuckles at him, feeling at ease even though he had sounded like a fool. He keeps caressing her legs for her, letting the circulation even out in her body, kneading out possible stress-induced knots that could have been bothering her.

Razzle's eyes then sadden slightly as he touches the woman. She had given the opportunity to be free in his imprisonment, to have control in an environment he had no control over what so ever.

"...Thank you though... For all of this... I wish I could have..." his brow furrows in confliction to speak what's on his mind, but he knows he at least has the option to say it, so that encourages him to, "I wish I could have been enslaved to you instead."

Her eyes slid shut again and a soft smile curled her lips upwards.

"You'd rather be enslaved by me than be free?" He had had that choice. Just as easily as he had said he'd rather be enslaved by her he could have said he would like to be free and have a relationship.

Funny how he had instinctively chosen slavery.

"I will speak to her. It's possible that I can have you freed."

Not a definite result, but a possibility.

He looks down with a furrowed brow and blushing cheeks, dusted with freckles intertwined with a rosy pink hue. Why had he said that? Why had he though slavery was the only option? He had promised himself he wouldn't be broken... But it would appear as if he is being broken faster than he had originally thought possible. It makes his gut churn with worry.

"I do want to be free..." he says quietly. When she speaks again he looks over at her with hopeful eyes, shimmering with the thought of being free. She, the leader of the coven, the head honcho was going to try to get him released from his imprisonment. For the first time since he had been kidnapped he felt hopeful.

"Giacinto... That would be... I can't thank you enough," he says with appreciation sparkling in his eyes. His expression then turns slightly concerned, "That's not why I wanted to do this with you though... I really actually like you a lot Giacinto." He says this very honestly, not wanting to appear like some kind of sellout.

She gave a laugh.

"I'm not so ruled by my desire that I would try to convince her to release you if I didn't want to just because you fucked me."

She wanted to do this.

She liked Razzle a lot as a person. She liked the idea of him being free to do what he wanted. Make his own decisions.

Would Jene punish him for having sex with someone else?

She didn't know.

His eyes wander over to meet her's and he smiles warmly. She is so real, so down to Earth and experienced in life among all other things. He adores this about her and it makes him appreciate her wisdom, seeing her as a guiding figure as well as a friend and lover.

"Well I really appreciate you doing this for me Giacinto... All of this," he speaks this sincerely, giving her calf a tender squeeze that sticks out from his other touches. His eyes a vibrant with life and admiration, something that has escaped him for awhile now, but she has restored it. Both Giacinto and this experience have restored it in him, though he'd like to think it is solely her doing.

Her head bobbed in a little nod and she smiled at him.

"I just hope that I can help in some way."

She hoped that she didn't make the situation worse for him in any way. She didn't know Jene well. She didn't know how she would react to certain things.

She'd find out eventually, she was sure.

Razzle picks up her foot to give it a tender kiss, then he kisses her gently up her leg. He rests her leg down softly on the couch, but continues to kiss up her torso, crawling over her. He kisses up her thigh, on the "v" formed between her thighs, over her belly, on one of her breasts, pausing for a moment there of course, and then up to her lips. He kisses her on her ripe lips as a sort of thank you, taking them in his own over and over, his hand stroking along her naked side gently.

"You've already helped so much," he breathes out gently after kissing her for a few lingering moments, his lips brushing against her's softly as he speaks.

Her body pressed up into the gentle kisses. They were nice. something different.

Gentle touches after rough bruising touches was a wonderful sensation. Such a difference from each other.

She returned his kiss eagerly, fingers curling in his hair once again.

"And I'll try to help more," she responded between his gentle kisses.

The woman's tongue lapped out over his lower lip and she kissed down to his neck. Her teeth scraped over his skin gently and her tongue lapped out to taste his sweat-slicked skin.

Her fangs touched his skin, applied the smallest amount of pressure. Over thousands of years her teeth had dulled. Her fangs weren't as pin sharp as they used to be. Once upon a time that much pressure would have been enough to pierce his flesh. Now her dull teeth merely pressed into his skin.

She wanted to bite him. Taste his blood.

He allows her to press her fangs against his skin, the sensation sending little shivers up and down his spine. Her kisses and licks are heavenly against his skin, he loves the feeling, as if she's appreciating the way he feels on her tongue.

But the question was, would he let her bite him? Should he trust her not to kill him as Jenevieve had done before. That sick, sluggish feeling of death filling his body, smothering him under its pitch black tar. Part of him wants to trust her, trust she wouldn't harm him in that way.

"You can take some if you'd like," he whispers into her ear, his breath warm, caressing her skin. He strokes his fingers up and down her side, touching her skin as if touching fine silk fabrics. He wants her to feel so good.

Her fangs scraped slightly, breaking the top layer of skin slightly. Not enough to draw blood. Barely enough to cause a slight sting.

She kissed his throat gently then moved away.

Giacinto's fingers found the fastenings of his jeans, tugging and pulling until they opened beneath her fingers. She pushed them away, dragging the coarse material down his thighs. His underwear stayed in place clinging to his hips.

The woman ducked, pressing her lips now to the man's thigh.

Her eyes slid closed when she felt the thrum of his heartbeat under his skin. Giacinto enjoyed taking blood from this artery. The neck was too... stereotypical. There were many arteries a Vampire could take blood from. The neck wasn't even the easiest to get to. She didn't understand the stereotype of Vampire drinking from a person's neck.

The bite was quick and as painless as Giacinto could make it. A quick sharp sting and then the odd sensation of blood being drawn from his body. She drank in shallow mouthfuls.

One.
Two.
Three.

Her fangs slid from his skin gently and she lapped at the small wounds until the blood seeping from them and eventually stopped.

She hadn't taken much blood at all. Just enough to sate her post-coital appetite for blood. Sex always made her peckish.

"Thank you," she muttered softly, kissing the skin of his thigh gently.

When the vampire teases his neck his heartbeat seems to flutter beneath his ribcage, quickening his pulse, waiting for her to penetrate his flesh, but he is truly surprised when she moves away from his throat. Razzle watches Giacinto move around his waistband, making his stomach churn with a mild sense of arousal. If he wasn't in a refractory period he would certainly be erect once again seeing her down there around his sex, undressing him. The former viking lets out a steady, surly breath from his nose and parts his thicker thighs to allow the vampire to take what she needs from him.

His thigh trembles slightly as she presses her lips to his pale skin and his teeth clench when he feels her fangs sink into his flesh. Razzle's body is like biting through plush silicone, filled to the brim with some of the most fresh, thick sustenance. The Immortal feels his body tense and shiver against the sensation, but it doesn't bother him. He likes Giacinto. He respects her. He feels good giving this to her after she let him inside her so intimately.

When she pulls away from him and thanks him he looks down at her with his large cobalt eyes and smiles, nothing but trust in his expression. His skin is slightly paler, but it's not too pale, for she didn't take too much blood from him.

"Anytime," he replies, his tone steady and soft.

The woman pushed herself up slowly, perching herself in the Viking's lap.

Her thighs parted, legs resting either side of his as she leaned forwards to press her lips against his throat.

"I'll remember that," she murmured softly as her kisses trailed further up, over his chin before feathering against his lips. Her fingers slid into his hair, teasing through the curly locks gently.

Her dark eyes gazed down at him silently as her nails scraped gently over his scalp.

Razzle's eyes close softly as her lips meet his own, his large, warm hands cupping the backs of her smooth thighs to rub them tenderly. His eyes stay closed as they kiss, wanting to drink in this moment that has the faux air of freedom about it.

The immortal lets his mind believe in this moment that he is free, that he can be here, touching this woman so intimately without having to worry about the other fair-haired vampire monitoring his every move. Her fingers running through his curls are heaven.

"Leave me in this moment," he whispers quietly against Giacinto's lips, letting his thoughts flutter against the still silence. He kisses her once more.

She liked the feeling of his hands on her thighs.

They were large. Warm. Something that heated more than just her skin. When was the last time she felt such warm hands against her skin like this?

Tony didn't respond to his soft words.

Instead she leaned in again to kiss him softly once more.

Razzle kisses her back tenderly, letting his fingertips rub against her skin, feeling so warm in the afterglow of their passions.

His tongue swirls against her's, tasting his own blood on her lips, reminding him of the soft sting she left on his inner thigh. Razzle parts his lips from her's just slightly so he can breathe out despondently,

"...I have to leave soon..." Before she can reply to him though, he kisses her once more, wanting to savor her taste and their time like this.

Her lips parted to respond to him but she was caught in another kiss.

She didn't mind the interruption.

Giacinto's lips moved hard against his, a soft purr sounding from her chest as her nails raked over his scalp again, a little firmer this time.

"Soon isn't now," she mumbled against his lips before hers found his again.

Razzle smiles behind their kiss and rubs his hands deeply up her thighs and over her rear, caressing her smooth skin as if it were a fine satin.

The immortal's tongue rolls with her's deeply, his soft hair like amber cotton against her grasp. His face is warm to the touch, warm with blush. His heart throbs in his chest, pumping new blood into his veins to make up for what he gave to her.