[ 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. ]
[The feel of his tongue surging inside of her along with his length took her by surprise as she cried out, her breath quickly becoming heated pants as her hands gripped him tightly, pressing him hard against where their bodies were joined.
The added sensation of being so intensely filled had her coming within a few more motions as her body clenched around his length as her back arched from the sheer ferocity of her climax as it overwhelmed her entire body. Every intense motion was felt several fold as her hips rocked desperately on him.]
[ if he had to breathe, he'd be smothered--but he doesn't dislike that either, the idea of being smothered between her thighs.
he continues his attentions, working his tongue in and out of her at a different pace than the one she's setting with her hips. he doesn't stop even after she's hit orgasm, intent on drawing it out as long as possible. he tips over the edge soon after though, spent body tensing beneath her as he climaxes.
[She whimpers as he keeps working his tongue against her even as his body hits his own climax inside of her. Her body curls forward, her hips still rocking as she gasps for breath.
Even without having to breathe, the intensity of her release was stealing what breath was in her lungs at the moment. Every motion of his tongue and mouth kept drawing out her release until she was quivering on top of him, her body spasming around his length as her mind just blanks out for a few moments.
Once her body started to calm down a little, her hold on him lessened as she relaxed a little bit.]
[ he can't move like this, so he's at her whims: still though, she has him pressed close enough that he can do as he pleases.
he finally relents when she starts to relax and her hold on him loosens: he flicks his tongue against her clit one more time before settling, waiting for her to recover enough to decide what to do with him. if she puts his head back he can start to work on reattaching it, but he continues to hold off on healing a bit longer to see what she wants. ]
[What she wanted in that moment was to relax and enjoy the bliss of her release for a few more moments and catch her breath. Once she does, she lifts her head up so she can kiss him briefly, not even caring that she was kissing his severed head.
As she pulled away, she nipped at his lips again before leaning forward to set his head back in place before shifting on him again. Her hand caressed his heart affectionately before turning to grasp his remaining good hand and bringing it to her lips so she can kiss his wrist and press her fangs against his skin.
It was tempting to tear him apart a little more but, her rage had cooled and left her relaxed on top of him.]
[ he returns the kiss, the nip making him smile faintly. with his head back in place he allows his healing to slowly start to work, pulling his blood and insides back into his body mass--though the kiss to his wrist is surprising, he can't complain.
with her settled again, calmer, he can begin to heal in earnest and does, remaining silent until his head is reattached and his throat sealed up. then he grins, lifting on his good elbow to steal a kiss, slow and lingering. his chest cavity is still filling back up, reforming tattered organs into something whole. ]
I think so too.
[ once his arm heals up he lifts it to caress her face with a hum, then he settles back against the cushions, content. ]
[It was both strange and fascinating watching him heal while she was still on top of him. Though the kiss stole her attention back to him as she happily accepted the slow lingering kiss while he worked on healing himself.
She leans into his caress with a relaxed smile and nods against his palm.]
[ it doesn't take long, overall. he's hungry, but it's not imperative that he drinks just yet. he flops a little, drawing her down against him so that she can rest against his chest.
he's tired too, but not overwhelmingly so. he closes his eyes with a hum, shrugging. ]
What's the point of being invulnerable if I don't put it to good use?
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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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The added sensation of being so intensely filled had her coming within a few more motions as her body clenched around his length as her back arched from the sheer ferocity of her climax as it overwhelmed her entire body. Every intense motion was felt several fold as her hips rocked desperately on him.]
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he continues his attentions, working his tongue in and out of her at a different pace than the one she's setting with her hips. he doesn't stop even after she's hit orgasm, intent on drawing it out as long as possible. he tips over the edge soon after though, spent body tensing beneath her as he climaxes.
and even still, his mouth works against her. ]
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Even without having to breathe, the intensity of her release was stealing what breath was in her lungs at the moment. Every motion of his tongue and mouth kept drawing out her release until she was quivering on top of him, her body spasming around his length as her mind just blanks out for a few moments.
Once her body started to calm down a little, her hold on him lessened as she relaxed a little bit.]
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he finally relents when she starts to relax and her hold on him loosens: he flicks his tongue against her clit one more time before settling, waiting for her to recover enough to decide what to do with him. if she puts his head back he can start to work on reattaching it, but he continues to hold off on healing a bit longer to see what she wants. ]
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As she pulled away, she nipped at his lips again before leaning forward to set his head back in place before shifting on him again. Her hand caressed his heart affectionately before turning to grasp his remaining good hand and bringing it to her lips so she can kiss his wrist and press her fangs against his skin.
It was tempting to tear him apart a little more but, her rage had cooled and left her relaxed on top of him.]
I zhink ve both needed zhat.
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with her settled again, calmer, he can begin to heal in earnest and does, remaining silent until his head is reattached and his throat sealed up. then he grins, lifting on his good elbow to steal a kiss, slow and lingering. his chest cavity is still filling back up, reforming tattered organs into something whole. ]
I think so too.
[ once his arm heals up he lifts it to caress her face with a hum, then he settles back against the cushions, content. ]
Feeling better?
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She leans into his caress with a relaxed smile and nods against his palm.]
Much better, Danke.
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he's tired too, but not overwhelmingly so. he closes his eyes with a hum, shrugging. ]
What's the point of being invulnerable if I don't put it to good use?
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You mean, by giving me a safe vay to vent zhat doesn't result in a body count.
[Which surprisingly, she can appreciate.]
...It vas more satisfying tearing you apart compared to zome random human.
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[ he places a hand to the small of her back, fingertips trailing under her shirt, up and down, gentle and soothing. ]
Was it? I can take a lot more damage than a random human, after all.
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