[ he wants this as much as her, he finds, and he's anticipatory as her anger builds. this will keep her from acting out in public, for one thing, and if it gives them both stress relief in the process, then so be it.
he still holds onto her hair tightly even as his own head is yanked back; he looks at her with lidded eyes, challenging, as he presses his back hard against the door and plants his boots on the floor.
it's probably a little ridiculous that he helps her get past all the layers of his clothing, ripping them aside easily as she shreds through them. but it leaves him bare, pristine chest exposed, and he arches a little, waiting to see what she'll do. ]
[Her head yanks and pulls against his hold, the tight grip only serving to anger her further as she kept tearing through his clothes until she hit skin. Part of her was aware he was eager for the pain she might cause and even welcoming it.
However, she simply didn't care in this moment. Her desire to tear someone apart and break bones, mangle organs and practically dismember someone or something was a very very strong desire fueled by her frustrations at life in general lately.
The moment her fingers hit pristine skin, her nails were digging in deep enough to draw blood and raking down his body, leaving bloody trails down to his stomach. From there, she was trying to yank her head out of his grip to snap at him, wanting to sink fangs into his flesh as much as she wanted to sink her nails into him.]
the nails at his chest cause him to grunt slightly, grin spreading as he presses against her hands. he wants more, demands more, can feel the blood dripping down his skin. he could heal it instantly but he stays his healing for a moment, letting the wounds flow as they will. ]
That's it, get it all out.
[ he's egging her on if nothing else: he welcomes her fangs too, as exposed as he is, and he wonders if she'll go for the throat. ]
[The moment he let her go, she was lunging for him. The encouragement only served to entice her more as she sank fangs in his shoulder and yanked her head, mangling the flesh between her jaws as her fingers pressed into his softer underbelly causing him to bleed more as she clawed into him. After a moment or two she was pulling him away from the door and pushing him towards the couch as she licked blood off her lips and ignoring it smeared across her cheeks.
Rip was almost.. feral as she shoved him to the couch and then down on it as she moved to straddle his lap quickly after. With him exposed under her.. she went to work.
She was dead set on tearing him apart and clawing her way through his skin to expose muscle and bones for her to break and tear apart.]
[ he's glad that he can clean up the blood easily later--he doesn't want to replace the flooring, the furniture.
maybe she can taste the adrenaline spike in his blood as she rips into him, the endorphins. he sinks back to the couch, splayed on the cushions like he belongs there bleeding and thrashed.
each new pain slices through him sharply as she digs in deeper, exposing his abdominal muscles, his ribs beneath. he's ached for this pain for ages and she's giving it to him in spades.
she's sitting on his lap, and soon enough she'll notice just how much he likes the attention, but for now he's managing to hold back. the arm not attached to a mangled shoulder lifts, fingers carding through her hair with a surprising measure of affection before dropping again, fingers twitching slightly as his body processes the pain. ]
[As to whether she can taste the adrenaline and endorphines in his blood, she can and tends to love the taste they add into the mix. For a moment she pauses to lick some of his blood off her wrist before surveying the bloody work beneath her.
So far, she's mangled his shoulder and started to expose blood and bone beneath the skin, even organs the deeper she digs and yet, she can feel his excitement pressing against her as she adds more and more pain and violence into the mix.
It's..She shudders and grins, not caring how deranged she looks as she goes back to work. Part of her does recognize the affectionate touch to her hair..she's just too fixated on what she was doing to care. Fingers found their way back to his skin, tearing more, exposing more.. she got to his organs and shifted more to rest on his thighs than his hips as her hand delved into his abdominal cavity, working her way into his intestines and yanking them out to toss the bloody mess over the back of the couch. She really didn't care what kind of mess she was making right now or how covered in blood splatter and vicera she was becoming..
Rip's other hand found its way to his mangle shoulder, fingers digging into the wounds her fangs made to further ruin the muscles, working on dislocating his arm from its socket with a wrench of her hand to add even more pain into the mix.]
[ he should barely be able to react, to move, to vocalize, but he's not human so--he groans, watching her with lidded eyes as she works his intestines free, chest heaving with an unnecessary breath as the pain sears through him. ]
Leave the heart.
[ it's rough, throaty, and it's the only order he's going to give, the only thing he's going to enforce. it wouldn't kill him, but it would incapacitate him long enough that he couldn't enjoy the moment any longer and he doesn't want that.
she's yanking his arm out of its socket and it pops free with a sickening crunch. he practically moans, head pressing back into the cushions and eyelids fluttering. he wants to drink in her viciousness, take it in for himself. they're both getting a catharsis from this, and when he grasps her hand and draws it up to his throat, it's a pointed gesture. ]
[The order made her pause briefly, but only long enough to nod as she kept working. Even Rip knew better than to remove another vampire's heart unless she wanted to kill them. Even if he might not die from it..
Rip kept tearing out organs and tearing muscle from flesh to get to bones, breaking his ribs slowly, starting from the bottom and yanking them free, opening up his ribcage and exposing everything it protected..
She heard his groans, felt his excitement and still she kept going. The destruction she was causing.. the pain, all of this was it's own way of working through her frustrations as she imagined doing this to all the people that pissed her off lately.
There's another pause as he draws her bloody hand towards his throat. She gets the idea as her fingers rest against his flesh for a few moments before squeezing, choking him as fingers sink into his skin before she yanks back, tearing out his throat with a viciously quick motion.]
[ he can feel each snap of a rib, the rending of flesh, the way his insides are getting hoisted out of him and tossed like they're nothing. and they are, mostly--he doesn't need them like humans do, but it's still surreal to watch it happen.
a part of him is cognizant of the fact that he wants this to help her like their talks, their plans had. this is just more extreme.
his voice is thin and reedy when he speaks again, once again barely audible. ]
Does it feel good? Can you imagine it being our enemies?
[ but that's when her hand tightens at his throat and he presses into it, falling silent--he doesn't need to breathe, which is good because once she rips his throat out he wouldn't have been able to. the noise he makes is thick and wet and choking but his good hand reaches out blindly to grasp at her hip, to slide fingertips beneath the fabric of her shirt. tying violence in with sexuality, as is his wont.
he can't speak right now, so he doesn't, the blood burbling out of his open throat and pouring down his chest. ]
[Even as she's tearing his throat out, she's imagining its someone else. Someone she wanted to eviscerate like she was doing right now to him instead. Her own breathing was heavy, worked up as she just nodded to answer his question.
Was this helping to calm her like their talks and planning had? Yes. It did and by the time she had his body cavity empty save for his heart, she was panting and feeling calmer as she watched his blood coat his skin from the wound she left in his throat. After a moment she sat back and became aware of the feel of his hand against her skin.
A shiver ran down her spine as she leaned in to cup his cheek, smearing blood across his pale skin as she studied him. Violence and Sex weren't new concepts to her.. they were her favorite concepts in moments like this. Their talks back at the fort highlighted that every time it riled them up.
And right now? Rip was enjoying her handiwork as she smiled, even if it did look a little deranged.]
[ he's utterly hollowed out and despite the searing pain, he enjoys it. his thumb rubs against her soft skin in slow circles, vision a little hazy as he looks up at her. he wanted this and now he wants her, even uses that one hand to yank her forward onto his hips so that she can feel just how much.
he can't answer her when she speaks but he leans into her touch, eyes lidding with a smile. it's clear enough he's getting just as much out of this as she is, at least.
he doesn't mind that she looks deranged, unhinged--when doesn't he, honestly? doubly so now, with his trembling touch on her and his expression oddly blissful despite how much damage has been done to him.
he opens his mouth to speak, but all that happens is that some blood spills from his lips. ]
[She shifted when he yanked on her hips and it brought her to where he wanted. Rip could feel his excitement through his pants and it excited her to know he enjoyed her work. Her vicious smile grew as he opened his mouth to speak to her and all she could see was his blood spilling past his lips. It was enticing..
Her thumb gently rubbed against his cheek before she leaned in to kiss him. Her other hand resting against the arm of the couch for balance as she tasted his blood on his lips and tongue.
Meanwhile her other hand was drifting down from his cheek and to his neck, fingers digging into the gaping wound to tear it open more, practically baring his spine before leaving to drift down to his bare chest cavity. Within moments, he'd feel her fingers ghosting over his heart.
She was just touching, even palming the organ in her hand as she kept kissing him until she felt like pulling back with a sharp tug from her fangs to gaze down at him. To see the pleasure and pain on his features.. it was almost intoxicating in its own way. ]
[ alucard returns the kiss fervently, hungrily, passing blood to her and running his tongue along the points of her fangs. he lets out a rough, garbled moan into her mouth as he fingers dig into his throat and tear--he wants to tell her take the whole thing off, just lop off his head, but he can't. he can't do anything but let her do as she pleases with him.
when he feels her touch on his heart he shudders. he feels exposed, almost, for once, vulnerable, and it feels good.
the way she pulls back rips into his lower lip and he looks up at her, running his tongue over the wounds and grinning. he's not ready to stop, and it looks like she isn't either.
he does manage to make a sound though, something wet and almost keening, definitely wanting. his hand snakes around to her front, palm flat against her stomach before his nails tip down slightly. encouraging. he arches up against her, flayed open and still coming back for more. ]
[Her breath hitches as his nails dig into the skin of her stomach as he arches up against her. It was enough to make her shudder, encouraging her to rock against him in return as she keeps herself braced against the couch for balance.
Rip definitely got the idea of what he wanted and she had to admit, part of her wanted it too. She wanted him beneath her, flayed like this and still taking damage as she rode him.. She grinned before snapping playfully at him before moving to break one of his lower rips, snapping it off at the halfway point and then using the broken part to dig into the shoulder she mangled, tearing more into it and reaching bone as she rocked against him.]
You look zo delightful like zhis~. I might even haf to indulge in vat you vant just to keep seeing zhose delightful looks on your features.
[ she rocks down against him and it feels so good to contrast with the pain: he digs his nails in a little more, pointedly, before loosening his grip. just testing. this is about catharsis for her after all, not about his.
he'd laugh at that playful snap if he could, but really all he can let out is the wet huff of a man that should be drowning on his own blood. he manages to nod, somehow, even with all the damage he's taken. maybe it's sheer willpower.
the arm she's mangling twitches, another rough noise pulled out of him. his good arm shifts, dragging his useless one up to rest its hand at her hip so he can tease her shirt up with the other, gripping down at her hip pointedly to drag her down against him, hips rolling up slowly. ]
[She delights in the sounds he makes. Anyone else would be drowning in their own blood, frantic a and begging for mercy from her violent attention.
Not him. He indulged her and encouraged it. Even now she was eager to keep ripping and tearing him apart even as he moved his useless arm up to rest his hand on her hip. Even the feel of his fingers digging against her skin were encouragement to her.
The dark desires she could indulge with him were endless. Rip laughed as his hips rolled against hers as he pulled her down to him. She responded in kind, eager and ready.
Of course.. there were things in the way. like what's left of his clothes and her pants.]
If you vish to be inside me, ve haf some clothing to remove.
[ he wants more, craves more, and the way she's using him is perfect. he lets his head roll back slightly on his neck, wobbly on his spine, and looks up at her sharp and clear.
he licks his lips, wet with blood, and then grins. he undoes his pants deftly with his one good hand, shoving them down over his hips. the way he moves like this, clawed open and hollow, should be unsettling. then his hand is tugging at the fastenings of her pants as well, a low syrupy growl leaving his throat instead of his mouth.
get it off, he's saying without so many words, eyes narrowing slightly. he wants her on top of him, riding him as she rips him apart, and he can't even put it into words. ]
[To anyone else, it would have been unsettling and terrifying. To Rip it was delightful and beautiful to see her work on display. Again she laughs, grinning as she shifts. His message was clear as he let loose that mangled growl.
She moved to leave him for a moment to slip her pants off her hips along with her panties, just tossing them aside before moving back to straddle him. Her bloody hand trails up his length, teasing him for a moment before shifting into position. Both of them were eager for what was to happen next as she lowered herself on to his length, moaning as she took in every inch of him until her hips met his.
After a few moments, she was moving against him, rolling her hips and lifting herself up to drop back down to slowly ride him. One hand balanced her against the couch while the other moved to caress his heart once more in time with her movements.]
[ he watches her quietly as she moves, hungry for her to say the least. then she's settled atop him again and his good hand darts to her hip, nails digging in hard. as she lowers herself onto him he groans, though it's marred with the choking sound of more blood pouring out of his ruined throat.
how much blood does he even have left?
her hand on his heart again is enough to jolt him and his hips twitch, rolling up to meet her partway. he's ravenous, starving, and she's his meal. he'll take whatever she'll give him.
she's beautiful atop him, grinning and covered in his blood, but he can't say that either. all he can do is grasp her arm and draw her down against him so that he can kiss her, slow and eager and messy.
he runs his tongue over her cheek afterward, clearing off some of his own blood from her skin. ]
[Her hand gently squeezes around his heart as his hips roll to meet hers. Just like him, she's ravenous and starving though not quite in the same way. Where he wanted the pain, she was eager to inflict it and to keep going even as she moved on top of him.
As he pulled her down, her lips met his as she melted into the eagerly messy kiss. His blood was always so delicious and flavored the way it was right now.. Rip could only describe it as divine as she tasted him as they kissed.
Afterwards, she feels his tongue against her cheek as she giggles softly. Her hand shifts away from his heart to break more of his ribs, bending the bones at unnatural angles before moving on to his mangled shoulder. Fingers ghosted down his arm to the wrist of that hand where she started to squeeze and break bones. The sound of the crunch delighting her in new ways as her hips kept moving against him. Pleasure and pain mixed together in an intricate dance..
That was the gift she was giving him for allowing her to indulge in her darker urges.]
[ he's happy enough to grant her some of his blood like this, especially as she clearly enjoys it so much. he's lost in the moment, eyes lidded as he peers up at her.
the crack of his ribs is met with a pained, strangled gasp as he arches into it, fingers shaking as they clutch at her shoulder. no one ever grants him this, this exquisite pain, and then she's cracking his wrist into pieces as well. that arm is entirely useless, now: he can't even get his fingers to close to grasp at her anymore so he doesn't, just lets it hang limp at his side.
his good hand though, lifts to get her attention. he points at her mouth, then makes a sharp cutting gesture across his own neck, implying cutting off his head entirely, then points down to where there hips meet every time she rolls them--he's grinning, sharp and wicked, and he wonders if she'll indulge him in it. ]
[She pauses once he gets her attention and then laughs at what he's suggesting. would she indulge him with this request of his? It definitely was tempting as she leaned over him, her chest practically in his body cavity and her breasts brushing against his heart as she brought her fangs down on his neck, tearing at what was left while a hand slipped in to break his neck.
It would take her a few moments to manage to severe his head from his body and as she did so, she kept moving her hips and even picked up her pace. Once she was satisfied that his head was severed, she pulled back to sit straighter on him as she held his head in her hands.
Moments later, she was positioning him to watch her ride him up close. ]
[ the pain of it is so much. she's leaning into him, biting down, ripping and tearing as her grip severs his spine--he chokes out a sound that's indescribable, a mix of pain and pleasure desperately ripping through him and making his body shudder.
he smiles though, somehow, just as a head--he waits until she positions him properly to act, watching her movements atop him before a long tongue snakes out to tease her, flicking over her clit as she rolls down close enough. he's fervent in the attention though, even if he's unable to move otherwise. his good hand trails fingers through her hair affectionately, somehow able to aim properly without being able to look up at her. his senses, probably, or perhaps a hidden extra eye. ]
[She wasn't about to question how he was still moving as she felt his tongue flick against her clit. Nor was she about to ask how his good hand was able to affectionately trail through her long blood soaked hair.
The only thing on her mind right now was the pure pleasure he was giving her while she rode him. She pressed his head closer to where they were joining over and over again so his tongue could work easier against her clit as she gripped his hair tightly, aiming to keep the pain going as she worked herself closer to her own release.]
[ he'd moan if he could honestly, but he concentrates on the task at hand instead, tending to her clit with fervent attention.
after a moment though he laps at where their bodies join, carefully snaking his tongue so that it can urge inside her along with his arousal, filling her up all the more. the sensations he's feeling are intense enough that he's close, but he wants to make her reach release first, relentless in his attentions now that he's close enough. ]
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he still holds onto her hair tightly even as his own head is yanked back; he looks at her with lidded eyes, challenging, as he presses his back hard against the door and plants his boots on the floor.
it's probably a little ridiculous that he helps her get past all the layers of his clothing, ripping them aside easily as she shreds through them. but it leaves him bare, pristine chest exposed, and he arches a little, waiting to see what she'll do. ]
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However, she simply didn't care in this moment. Her desire to tear someone apart and break bones, mangle organs and practically dismember someone or something was a very very strong desire fueled by her frustrations at life in general lately.
The moment her fingers hit pristine skin, her nails were digging in deep enough to draw blood and raking down his body, leaving bloody trails down to his stomach. From there, she was trying to yank her head out of his grip to snap at him, wanting to sink fangs into his flesh as much as she wanted to sink her nails into him.]
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the nails at his chest cause him to grunt slightly, grin spreading as he presses against her hands. he wants more, demands more, can feel the blood dripping down his skin. he could heal it instantly but he stays his healing for a moment, letting the wounds flow as they will. ]
That's it, get it all out.
[ he's egging her on if nothing else: he welcomes her fangs too, as exposed as he is, and he wonders if she'll go for the throat. ]
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Rip was almost.. feral as she shoved him to the couch and then down on it as she moved to straddle his lap quickly after. With him exposed under her.. she went to work.
She was dead set on tearing him apart and clawing her way through his skin to expose muscle and bones for her to break and tear apart.]
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maybe she can taste the adrenaline spike in his blood as she rips into him, the endorphins. he sinks back to the couch, splayed on the cushions like he belongs there bleeding and thrashed.
each new pain slices through him sharply as she digs in deeper, exposing his abdominal muscles, his ribs beneath. he's ached for this pain for ages and she's giving it to him in spades.
she's sitting on his lap, and soon enough she'll notice just how much he likes the attention, but for now he's managing to hold back. the arm not attached to a mangled shoulder lifts, fingers carding through her hair with a surprising measure of affection before dropping again, fingers twitching slightly as his body processes the pain. ]
Fuck.
[ it's breathed out, barely audible. ]
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So far, she's mangled his shoulder and started to expose blood and bone beneath the skin, even organs the deeper she digs and yet, she can feel his excitement pressing against her as she adds more and more pain and violence into the mix.
It's..She shudders and grins, not caring how deranged she looks as she goes back to work. Part of her does recognize the affectionate touch to her hair..she's just too fixated on what she was doing to care. Fingers found their way back to his skin, tearing more, exposing more.. she got to his organs and shifted more to rest on his thighs than his hips as her hand delved into his abdominal cavity, working her way into his intestines and yanking them out to toss the bloody mess over the back of the couch. She really didn't care what kind of mess she was making right now or how covered in blood splatter and vicera she was becoming..
Rip's other hand found its way to his mangle shoulder, fingers digging into the wounds her fangs made to further ruin the muscles, working on dislocating his arm from its socket with a wrench of her hand to add even more pain into the mix.]
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Leave the heart.
[ it's rough, throaty, and it's the only order he's going to give, the only thing he's going to enforce. it wouldn't kill him, but it would incapacitate him long enough that he couldn't enjoy the moment any longer and he doesn't want that.
she's yanking his arm out of its socket and it pops free with a sickening crunch. he practically moans, head pressing back into the cushions and eyelids fluttering. he wants to drink in her viciousness, take it in for himself. they're both getting a catharsis from this, and when he grasps her hand and draws it up to his throat, it's a pointed gesture. ]
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Rip kept tearing out organs and tearing muscle from flesh to get to bones, breaking his ribs slowly, starting from the bottom and yanking them free, opening up his ribcage and exposing everything it protected..
She heard his groans, felt his excitement and still she kept going. The destruction she was causing.. the pain, all of this was it's own way of working through her frustrations as she imagined doing this to all the people that pissed her off lately.
There's another pause as he draws her bloody hand towards his throat. She gets the idea as her fingers rest against his flesh for a few moments before squeezing, choking him as fingers sink into his skin before she yanks back, tearing out his throat with a viciously quick motion.]
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a part of him is cognizant of the fact that he wants this to help her like their talks, their plans had. this is just more extreme.
his voice is thin and reedy when he speaks again, once again barely audible. ]
Does it feel good? Can you imagine it being our enemies?
[ but that's when her hand tightens at his throat and he presses into it, falling silent--he doesn't need to breathe, which is good because once she rips his throat out he wouldn't have been able to. the noise he makes is thick and wet and choking but his good hand reaches out blindly to grasp at her hip, to slide fingertips beneath the fabric of her shirt. tying violence in with sexuality, as is his wont.
he can't speak right now, so he doesn't, the blood burbling out of his open throat and pouring down his chest. ]
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Was this helping to calm her like their talks and planning had? Yes. It did and by the time she had his body cavity empty save for his heart, she was panting and feeling calmer as she watched his blood coat his skin from the wound she left in his throat. After a moment she sat back and became aware of the feel of his hand against her skin.
A shiver ran down her spine as she leaned in to cup his cheek, smearing blood across his pale skin as she studied him. Violence and Sex weren't new concepts to her.. they were her favorite concepts in moments like this. Their talks back at the fort highlighted that every time it riled them up.
And right now? Rip was enjoying her handiwork as she smiled, even if it did look a little deranged.]
Much better.
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he can't answer her when she speaks but he leans into her touch, eyes lidding with a smile. it's clear enough he's getting just as much out of this as she is, at least.
he doesn't mind that she looks deranged, unhinged--when doesn't he, honestly? doubly so now, with his trembling touch on her and his expression oddly blissful despite how much damage has been done to him.
he opens his mouth to speak, but all that happens is that some blood spills from his lips. ]
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Her thumb gently rubbed against his cheek before she leaned in to kiss him. Her other hand resting against the arm of the couch for balance as she tasted his blood on his lips and tongue.
Meanwhile her other hand was drifting down from his cheek and to his neck, fingers digging into the gaping wound to tear it open more, practically baring his spine before leaving to drift down to his bare chest cavity. Within moments, he'd feel her fingers ghosting over his heart.
She was just touching, even palming the organ in her hand as she kept kissing him until she felt like pulling back with a sharp tug from her fangs to gaze down at him. To see the pleasure and pain on his features.. it was almost intoxicating in its own way. ]
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when he feels her touch on his heart he shudders. he feels exposed, almost, for once, vulnerable, and it feels good.
the way she pulls back rips into his lower lip and he looks up at her, running his tongue over the wounds and grinning. he's not ready to stop, and it looks like she isn't either.
he does manage to make a sound though, something wet and almost keening, definitely wanting. his hand snakes around to her front, palm flat against her stomach before his nails tip down slightly. encouraging. he arches up against her, flayed open and still coming back for more. ]
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Rip definitely got the idea of what he wanted and she had to admit, part of her wanted it too. She wanted him beneath her, flayed like this and still taking damage as she rode him.. She grinned before snapping playfully at him before moving to break one of his lower rips, snapping it off at the halfway point and then using the broken part to dig into the shoulder she mangled, tearing more into it and reaching bone as she rocked against him.]
You look zo delightful like zhis~. I might even haf to indulge in vat you vant just to keep seeing zhose delightful looks on your features.
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he'd laugh at that playful snap if he could, but really all he can let out is the wet huff of a man that should be drowning on his own blood. he manages to nod, somehow, even with all the damage he's taken. maybe it's sheer willpower.
the arm she's mangling twitches, another rough noise pulled out of him. his good arm shifts, dragging his useless one up to rest its hand at her hip so he can tease her shirt up with the other, gripping down at her hip pointedly to drag her down against him, hips rolling up slowly. ]
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Not him. He indulged her and encouraged it. Even now she was eager to keep ripping and tearing him apart even as he moved his useless arm up to rest his hand on her hip. Even the feel of his fingers digging against her skin were encouragement to her.
The dark desires she could indulge with him were endless. Rip laughed as his hips rolled against hers as he pulled her down to him. She responded in kind, eager and ready.
Of course.. there were things in the way. like what's left of his clothes and her pants.]
If you vish to be inside me, ve haf some clothing to remove.
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he licks his lips, wet with blood, and then grins. he undoes his pants deftly with his one good hand, shoving them down over his hips. the way he moves like this, clawed open and hollow, should be unsettling. then his hand is tugging at the fastenings of her pants as well, a low syrupy growl leaving his throat instead of his mouth.
get it off, he's saying without so many words, eyes narrowing slightly. he wants her on top of him, riding him as she rips him apart, and he can't even put it into words. ]
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She moved to leave him for a moment to slip her pants off her hips along with her panties, just tossing them aside before moving back to straddle him. Her bloody hand trails up his length, teasing him for a moment before shifting into position. Both of them were eager for what was to happen next as she lowered herself on to his length, moaning as she took in every inch of him until her hips met his.
After a few moments, she was moving against him, rolling her hips and lifting herself up to drop back down to slowly ride him. One hand balanced her against the couch while the other moved to caress his heart once more in time with her movements.]
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how much blood does he even have left?
her hand on his heart again is enough to jolt him and his hips twitch, rolling up to meet her partway. he's ravenous, starving, and she's his meal. he'll take whatever she'll give him.
she's beautiful atop him, grinning and covered in his blood, but he can't say that either. all he can do is grasp her arm and draw her down against him so that he can kiss her, slow and eager and messy.
he runs his tongue over her cheek afterward, clearing off some of his own blood from her skin. ]
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As he pulled her down, her lips met his as she melted into the eagerly messy kiss. His blood was always so delicious and flavored the way it was right now.. Rip could only describe it as divine as she tasted him as they kissed.
Afterwards, she feels his tongue against her cheek as she giggles softly. Her hand shifts away from his heart to break more of his ribs, bending the bones at unnatural angles before moving on to his mangled shoulder. Fingers ghosted down his arm to the wrist of that hand where she started to squeeze and break bones. The sound of the crunch delighting her in new ways as her hips kept moving against him. Pleasure and pain mixed together in an intricate dance..
That was the gift she was giving him for allowing her to indulge in her darker urges.]
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the crack of his ribs is met with a pained, strangled gasp as he arches into it, fingers shaking as they clutch at her shoulder. no one ever grants him this, this exquisite pain, and then she's cracking his wrist into pieces as well. that arm is entirely useless, now: he can't even get his fingers to close to grasp at her anymore so he doesn't, just lets it hang limp at his side.
his good hand though, lifts to get her attention. he points at her mouth, then makes a sharp cutting gesture across his own neck, implying cutting off his head entirely, then points down to where there hips meet every time she rolls them--he's grinning, sharp and wicked, and he wonders if she'll indulge him in it. ]
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It would take her a few moments to manage to severe his head from his body and as she did so, she kept moving her hips and even picked up her pace. Once she was satisfied that his head was severed, she pulled back to sit straighter on him as she held his head in her hands.
Moments later, she was positioning him to watch her ride him up close. ]
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he smiles though, somehow, just as a head--he waits until she positions him properly to act, watching her movements atop him before a long tongue snakes out to tease her, flicking over her clit as she rolls down close enough. he's fervent in the attention though, even if he's unable to move otherwise. his good hand trails fingers through her hair affectionately, somehow able to aim properly without being able to look up at her. his senses, probably, or perhaps a hidden extra eye. ]
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The only thing on her mind right now was the pure pleasure he was giving her while she rode him. She pressed his head closer to where they were joining over and over again so his tongue could work easier against her clit as she gripped his hair tightly, aiming to keep the pain going as she worked herself closer to her own release.]
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after a moment though he laps at where their bodies join, carefully snaking his tongue so that it can urge inside her along with his arousal, filling her up all the more. the sensations he's feeling are intense enough that he's close, but he wants to make her reach release first, relentless in his attentions now that he's close enough. ]
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