digitizedsouls | (psl) meet me in the shadows, won't you tell me what you've found

Thank you.

[What's grandiose to her is merely normal to him, but he can accept the compliment nonetheless. It's clear that she's overwhelmed by all of this, and honestly he's not sure why he expected any other reaction from her. For all of her power and capability, Oriphi is a timid creature.

The sooner they can get behind closed doors, the better. He'll be able to lure her out of her head when it's just them and their respective carnal instincts.]

Follow me.

[He leads her up the stairs and into the first door on the right to his chambers. They're functionally a suite separate from the rest of the manor, complete with its own living quarters, a door to a large bathroom off to one side, and a door leading to his bedroom toward the back. It's similarly furnished to the the lobby downstairs, although there's more plush fabric and heavy curtains to keep the light out.

(Contrary to popular belief, vampires can survive the light just fine. But they don't care for it, and Diluc is no exception.)]

Make yourself comfortable.

[ Ori is much less surprised when she steps through the threshold into his chambers; now this is much more what she had thought she would find at a vampire’s manor… She just didn’t realize there would be an extra step to get to this, but if she were to think about it - it makes sense.

For better or for worse, however, she’s not quite thinking very much in this moment. As soon as the door closes behind them, she whirls on her heel to turn towards him, hand reaching out timidly to tug at his sleeve. Here, in the dark and behind closed doors, and faced by the eventuality of what they’ve come here to do, the voices in her head have more and more pull. ]

Master Diluc, we both know that I’m here because of our… Arrangement. How should I get comfortable, knowing that…?

[ It's an earnest question. Is she supposed to make her way to his bedroom straight away? Take a seat on the couch? Usually, when she feeds, it's in a surge of passion, not too unlike what happened last night. Either a bewitched person will show up at her doorstep and be invited in to tumble into her bed immediately, or they'll end up at a room in the tavern, or in a carriage, or go straight into a bedroom. And before even all of that, there's a question she needs to ask him that she wouldn't ask anyone else she's fed off of… ]

Would you like for me to stay like this?

[ In her human form, she means. ]

[Diluc turns to look at her, blinking a few times as his mind catches up to what his ears have just heard.]

What I'm offering you is basic hospitality. Regardless of your reason for being here, you're a guest in my home.

[That much seems like it should be obvious. Clearly, in her experience, that isn't usually the case. A pang of sympathy on her behalf hits him, although he's careful not to express it. He has a feeling that fussing over her will only set her off further.

How does a succubus come to hate herself and what she is? Curious indeed.]

What I would like is for you to be you. There no need to hide here. We both know what the other is; disguises are a waste of time and energy.

[ That brief moment where he’s simply staring down at her is enough to make her realize that… She’s really acting like a fool, isn’t she? But she can’t help it.

Though Diluc has done nothing but be accommodating and reassuring, and though she has no doubts that he’ll be able to withstand her hunger better than most… She feels that she has no option but to be overly cautious, to the extent that it’s confounding. She just cannot let herself think that what he's expressing is genuine kindness, the one thing that she could be craving just as much - if not more - as she craves carnal pleasures.

Kindness is dangerous. Kindness makes her want more, but… she just doesn’t want to hurt anyone anymore. ]

… Alright. If you’re sure.

[ He has been nothing but sure, in all of this, she’s certain. But still…

As she steps away from him, her fingers moves from where she had been holding onto his sleeve to find his hand, lifting it in hers to press it against her chest, where her heart is already beating quickly for him. She guides his fingers to the ribbons that hold her blouse together, silently granting him permission to begin undressing her. All the while, much like their last encounter, her skin begins to change in color, her horns emerge from her forehead, and somewhere beneath her skirts her tail sways slightly. Once he’s pulled her top off, then her wings can unfold unimpeded, too. ]

Is this better, Master Diluc?

Edited 2022-09-13 03:06 (UTC)

[His kindness toward her is a combination of social graces and curiosity. There's a reason, after all, that his reputation is so stellar despite what he gets up to at night. The painstaking effort he puts into suppressing word of the latter is only part of it; he can be quite charming when he wants (or needs) to be.

He lets her guide his hands to her chest, and he feels her heart beating hard and fast in her chest. Not much of a surprise, given the combination of hunger and anxiety that's working its way through her system. When given the unspoken permission, he opens her top and gently pulls the fabric off of her as she transforms. Before he answers, he takes a moment to appreciate the sight in a way he didn't quite let himself last night.

She's even more gorgeous than he originally thought. His own pulse quickens a bit, knowing what's likely to follow.]

Much better, Oriphi.

[Feeling the heat of the room rise, he shrugs off his coat and lays it across the back of the couch. Surprisingly, the shirt he wears beneath it is short-sleeved, revealing scarred, muscular arms.]

[ The way that he gazes at her as she’s bared part of herself to him only heightens her hunger in much the same way as the night before: she wants his hands where his eyes roam, and more. In turn, she watches with undisguised interest, her gaze turning feverish as he makes his way to the couch and takes his coat off. Covered up as he was during their first tryst, even just this first glimpse at bare, scarred skin is enough to have her wanting more.

Without even thinking, she follows suit and walks up to him from behind, her hands grabbing a gentle hold of his wrists before she slowly moves her hands up along his arms, fingertips finding each scar and sinew of muscle beneath skin, appraising and appreciating. Then her hands come up to his shoulders before she drags them back down his back, resting at his shoulder blades briefly. ]

Why do you have so many scars…?

[ Could it be related to his activities as the Darknight Hero…?

Regardless, she continues moving her hands down until she finds the hem of his shirt, and her hands slip underneath. Against his back, she releases a heated breath in a sigh, savoring that feeling of bare skin beneath her fingertips. When she next speaks, her voice nearly comes out as a whine. ]

I… I want to see all of you.

[Diluc's eyes drift closed as Oriphi touches him, exploring his skin in a way she wasn't able to before. This is what he wants - for them to actually have the chance to play with each other's bodies instead of just having a quick, mostly-clothed fuck in an alley way. It seems that she's finally relaxing into it, and he's more than happy to oblige her.]

My nighttime patrols don't always go as well as last night did. I've seen a lot of fights.

[So yes, it's his activities as the Darknight Hero. And some other older things that he'd rather not get into. Letting her into his home and his bed is far different than letting her into his history. Ideally, that's somewhere she'll never have to go.

He hums softly when she slips her hands under his shirt, a barely-perceivable shiver running through him. She asks him to show himself to her, and he doesn't even attempt to suppress the grin that crosses his features.]

As the lady requests.

[First goes the vest, followed quickly by his shirt. Once topless, he steps away a few paces and sits on the couch to remove his boots and socks. From there, he opens his pants and, with some shifting of his hips, pulls them down and off.

Now seated, fully naked, and already half hard with anticipation, Diluc watches her closely to drink in her every reaction.]

Now you.

[ Her cheeks flush at what he says about last night’s encounter in the alleyway, though she doesn’t know how to feel about his admittance that he’s often injured. She supposes, ultimately, that it’s neither her business nor her place to continue this line of questioning.

She couldn’t, anyway, even if she tried. Because she’s completely captivated by the sight of him as he takes each piece of clothing off, drinking it in and letting that heat and hunger in her body course through her. She crosses her arms over her chest, as if keeping them as such is all that’s preventing her from moving onto his lap right there and then and devouring him. He’s gorgeous, and she cannot wait to have her way with him and let him have his way with her in turn. She spares just another moment to just look at him, her breath leaving her in a quiet, ]

Gods…

[ Before she draws in another breath, sharply, as her teeth clamp down on her lip. She simply nods in response to his request, drawing closer to stand before where he sits on the couch. For all of her worries and trepidations, when she’s hungry, instincts take over and she follows it, uses it to drive her prey wild so she can feed and take her pleasure. As such, fevered amber eyes stay fixed as she looks at Diluc and slowly divests herself of her skirts. Then, she leans over him, using one hand to brace herself against the back of the couch as she uses the other to pull her boots off, one and then the other. Without her blouse and skirts, she’s left in a bustier, panties, and stockings.

With her free hand, she brings her fingers up beneath his chin. ]

Is this to your liking, milord?

[The look in her eyes, like she might eat him alive if given the chance, is so deliciously sinful that he swears he feels his cock twitch from that alone. He can't take his eyes off of her as she strips down to her underthings, which cling to her curves perfectly and makes him that much more excited to see - and play with - the body beneath them.

But it's clear from the way she tilts his chin upward that she intends to play with him first. He's more than happy to let her.]

Very much.

[He reaches up and places his hands on her hips, although he manages to resist the temptation to pull her down into his lap.]

And what would my lady have me do now?

[ She doesn’t even bother disguising the way that she glances down to watch his body respond to her, and her tongue slips out ever so slightly to lick her lips in anticipation for what they’re about to get up to. Still, he’s bared himself for her, so she intends to reciprocate first and foremost before does anything like getting down on her knees to draw him into her mouth like she so badly wants to.

It’s a marvel that he resists the urge to pull her down onto him, because Oriphi cannot quite manage the same for herself. As his hands come to rest on her hips, she settles onto the couch, knees on either side of him - but she doesn’t sink into his lap just yet. Instead, she reaches back and moves his hands up from her hips to the small of her back. ]

Would you help me out of this? Please…

[ She lets go of his hands, then, so that he can do what he will with the remainder of her garments and so that she can lean in ever so slightly to loosen the tie that holds his hair up, pulling on it slowly to let his beautiful crimson locks down. She looks down at him again as her fingers thread through his hair and she whispers, ]

Beautiful.

[ It is but one word, yet somehow the way in which she says it is so earnest and so charming in equal measure. Surely, she is giving into her desires, yet beneath that current of lust is something soft and gentle. Perhaps it’s a consequence of what she is; maybe seducing others with kindness and honeyed words is how she hunts. But it’s just as likely that there’s at least some small part of her that truly means it. ]

[He watches her as she settles over his lap, close enough that he can feel the heat of her body but just far enough away from him that he feels his body ache to close the distance and feel skin against skin. She takes his hands and brings them to the ties of her bustier, and he doesn't resist the guidance. Slowly, carefully, he begins the process of untying and unlacing as she lets down his hair.]

I could say the same. You're magnifient.

[That's no exaggeration. Perhaps he's thinking with the wrong head, but he really does find her unmatched in this moment. Dark and beautiful and no longer hiding, leaning into her instincts rather than downplaying them. The confidence and the sheer sensuality of it are exquisite enough that were she to ask the world of him, he'd happily comply.

Eventually, he opens the bustier enough to pull it off of her. He sets it onto the couch next to him.]

It's nice to be able to take the time to actually look at you.

[ A sigh escapes from her lips as he divests her of her bustier, as though the damned thing had been responsible for her breath getting caught in her throat, when in truth she knows that the blame lies with the man before her and how he looks, bare and maddeningly beautiful.

Still, his words give her pause; oftentimes, by this point, her prey would already past the point of cohesion. She’s used to hearing mindless professions of love and lust, pleading words, or no words at all. But here he is, perfectly capable of holding a conversation, his words honeyed but not past the point of the bewitched infatuation she’s used to receiving. Perhaps it’s his constitution that allows for this, given what he is. It stands to reason that he would be more resistant to the sorcery of succubi.

She’s not exactly sure what to do with that.

With his hair down, her hands fall to rest on his shoulders, squeezing them as she looks down at him. ]

I hope that you’ll do more than just look at me tonight, Master Diluc.

[Diluc has been smiling this entire time, but her response to what he's said and done to her causes it to become wolfish. He could eat her alive, figuratively and literally, if she'd let him. And he's sure she could say the same of him.

That push and pull, the fact that they're both turned on and hungry, just makes him all the more excited.]

Believe me, I intend to do much more than admire the sights...

[One hand returns to her hips while the other slips between her legs, tracing the lines of her folds through the damp fabric of her panties.]

I told you that there's no rush. I want to explore every inch of you, to touch you and play with you and find out what makes you weak in the knees. And I beg that you do the same to me.

[He runs a circle with his thumb over about where her clit should be.]

Lust is a vice that vampires and succubi have in common. Why shouldn't we indulge in it?

Mm…

[ Aren’t you afraid of what I could do to you?

The question burns in the back of her mind, and yet as he begins to tease and play with her just as he said he would, all that comes out is a moan.

When was the last time she was able to truly take her time with someone like this - and when was the last time that someone took their time with her…?

The last time that she truly, wholly enjoyed this in its entirety, beyond the need to satisfy her hunger…?

She can’t remember— and more than that, she doesn’t want to remember. Without thinking, her hand comes up to his chin once more as she finally presses in, skin against skin, as she shivers from the pleasure. ]

Alright, then. I’m in your hands…

[ Just as he is in hers. Fingers thread into his hair once more and pull - she remembers the effect that had on him last night, after all - as she presses a searing kiss to his jaw and then to his neck, mirroring what it is that she hopes he’ll do to her later when it’s time for him to feed. With her own fanged teeth, she nips and sucks at skin to leave a marks. Once, twice, thrice as she makes her way from his neck and to his shoulder. All the while, her tail curls in between her leg as the very tip of it slowly brushes against his cock. ]

[He isn't afraid. He has every confidence that, if she starts to take too much, he'll be able to stop it before she's able to drink him dry. Besides... there's an appeal to dancing on the knife's edge together like this, danger increasing their pleasure and vice versa.

These kinds of sins of the flesh are ones he doens't often let himself enjoy, despite his vampiric tendencies toward pleasure and excess. But she brings out the desire in him like few have before, and he's not able to resist the temptation after last night's brief taste of it. He wants more. He needs more.

The pull of his hair and sting of her fangs cause him to moan, but it's the touch of her tail to his neglected cock that makes him to squirm and gasp sharply. He hadn't considered it when he first saw her true form, but fuck it's a nice perk of her anatomy.

In return, he presses her panties to the side and, after a few moments of merely enjoying the feeling of her wetness, presses two fingers into her.]

Already so ready for me...

[ Though she hasn’t quite come to see this in the moment, he gives her a new perspective on her wants and needs just as he’s given her, essentially, a new lease on life with their agreement. Desire is at the very core of her being - but with him, she can embrace and take pleasure in it in a way that she has not for a very long time. With him, she doesn’t need to be afraid of her own feelings.

As long as he keeps his in check, they can meet in the shadows and indulge in their desires as much as they’d like. Luckily, he doesn’t seem to be inclined towards romanticism or love; and while a very deeply buried part of her own self is, it’s better to avoid those feelings at all costs. Because that’s when it becomes dangerous.

For now, she smiles against his skin as he responds to what she does with her tail, the curve of her lips edged with a wicked desire at least until he responds by slipping his fingers into her tight, wet heat. She hums approvingly at the sensation and angles her head to bite on his ear before she whispers, ]

Oh, yes… I am…

[ Slowly, carefully, her tail wraps and tightens ever so slightly around his length. ]

And you?

[Ori isn't the only one of them who fears romantic entanglements. Diluc has his own reason to keep people at an emotional distance, and for all of his gentlemanly kindness to Oriphi he intends to maintain it even with her. It fits with the expectations of his vampire nature, even if not entirely with something a bit closer to the core of him.

The breath of voice in his ear and the way her tail tightens around him make him arch his back into her and groan lowly.]

Fuck... I am...

[There's an unspoken 'please do that again' in there somewhere, although he undercuts it somewhat by slowly pulling his fingers out of and back into her slowly, making it a point to tease her as much as she's teasing him.]

I've been thinking about this all day.

[ Oriphi has no complaints at all about the reciprocation. In fact, she can't help but whine in response, taking pleasure both from the way he's teasing her with his fingers and the way that his voice sounds as he groans and curses and speaks to her in this manner.

She doesn't do him the service of repeating the gesture, however. Instead, her tail loosens at his admission that he's been thinking about this, about her all day. Hearing it makes her heart beat faster and sends her blood coursing through her veins as she pictures him going about his day as he might; ever the distinguished, respectable and revered Master Diluc - only that, without anyone knowing, his mind filled with thoughts of their clandestine meeting and the way he's going to fuck her tonight. ]

Mm, is that really so, Master Diluc?

[ Her voice is thick with both genuine curiosity and desire in equal measure as she takes him by the wrist and pulls his hand away from between her legs, lifting it to her lips so that she can lick and suck on and taste herself on one of his fingers. ]

Have you been thinking about me doing this? Or what about...

[ She brings his hand closer to his own face, letting him see the way her slick still coats the finger she hadn't cleaned off. ]

How I taste?

[A soft sigh of complaint escapes his chest when her tail loosens its hold of him. But the discontent is very short-lived, his attention immediately drawn to the way she removes his hand and cleans off a finger. His cock twitches again - enough that her tail surely feels it - as he imagines her doing that to other parts of him.]

It is.

[He leans in to make sure that he has her eyes locked on his, then slowly runs his tongue up the length of the finger that's still covered in her slick before taking it into his mouth and sucking it clean. After finishing and releasing it, he gives her a heated, wolfish grin.]

Sweeter than I imagined.

[With that, he closes the distance between them to kiss her, savoring the taste of her on both of their lips and reaching up to cup one of her breasts with his free hand.]

[ She, too, is imagining doing that to other parts of him; if she's truly honest with herself, she's been imagining it since they met last night - but she's gotten awfully good at lying to herself. At telling herself that she doesn't crave these carnal pleasures, that she only does them to survive.

But when faced with such a gorgeous man beneath her, she can't help but feel that he'll make an honest woman out of her— just not in the way that would be proper.

Her lips part in awe and anticipation as their eyes meet, a bright golden hue mirrored in a fierce scarlet, and she watches his tongue and his lips and his mouth relishing in the taste of her. She knows, then, that she would be a fool not to let him taste her in earnest tonight, to deny herself the pleasure of having his head between her legs. Especially when she wants to do the same to him. She wants this, craves it - yet, she doesn't anticipate a simple kiss to her lips, and those golden eyes widen for just a moment. Just a moment, though, because before long her eyes slip shut as she kisses him back duly; with her lips already parted, she deepens the kiss and moans into it as she feels his hand on her breast.

Much as she would love to settle into his lap, and tease them both by grinding her wet pussy against his cock, her panties remain in the way. Short of that, then, she takes the hand of his that had been teasing her and slowly guides it to rest on her hip, curling his fingers into the offending garment.

Then, and only then does she pull her lips away from his - but only just barely so, and only to mutter, ]

Show me what these strong arms of yours can do, Master Diluc.

[ She knows he can tear the damned thing off of her. And in fact, she's counting on it. ]

Edited (mostly i didn't like it) 2022-10-25 20:17 (UTC)

[The way in which she watches him is just as delicious as she is. He decides, then and there, that he wants to see her look at him like that as often as possible. Needy. Hungry. Transfixed.

The moment of hesitation when he kisses her doesn't go unnoticed. It's almost expected, how she reacts to affection like she doesn't deserve it. The kiss isn't even meant to be affectionate--it, like much else tonight, is entirely driven by lust--and she still takes a moment before she can accept it. Later, when he's alone and clear-headed, he'll ponder over that fact.

Now, however, he calls no attention to it. There are far more important things to focus on, such as the way she guides his hand to the hem of her panties and asks, indirectly, for him to rip them off of her.]

I'll do you one better.

[Before she has any time to question or protest, he takes hold of her waist and pulls her off of his lap and onto the couch next to him. Once she's seated, he sinks to the floor, takes hold of her knees, and spreads her legs open before kneeling between them.

Only then does he tear the panties off of her.]

[ There's no question or protest on her end; in truth, this is exactly what she'd hoped he would do. He does what she asks of him so readily, even without her saying it explicitly, and she can't help but lean into her infernal nature as it fills her with no small part of pleasure in and of itself. She almost chuckles from the wretched joy it gives her, but instead fanged teeth bite down on her lower lip as he spreads her legs and tears her panties off as if they were the only thing keeping him from a decent meal.

Ah, but she hopes that he'll enjoy his meal, indeed. ]

Was that first taste of me not enough for you?

[ She hopes not. The sight of him kneeling before her is delightful, after all. Long, deft fingers wander down between her legs as she spreads herself for him. ]

[He can only grin in response to her question.]

We both know the answer to that question.

[Fuck, the way she bites her lip and looks down at him expectantly makes him want to make her scream. It takes no small amount of willpower not to reach down between his own legs and stroke himself.

But that would take focus away from the beautiful meal laid out in front of him, and that's unacceptable. Her folds are wet and inviting, practically begging for his lips to touch hers. At first, he leans in and presses his lips to her clit in a ghost of a kiss. It's no fun if he doesn't tease her a little first.

[ She watches him draw nearer to her cunt, and already she's drawing in a deep breath in anticipation, ready to throw her head back and writhe and squirm beneath his attentions. It's been so long since she had that feeling, of watching and waiting and wanting rather than indulging in these acts out of starvation, of urgency. She'd almost forgotten what it was like, and a part of her knows that the feeling of his tongue on her sex will drive her mad and make her greedy—

But the touch of his lips is instead light, and soft, and barely there, and that held breath is released in something of a chuckle. ]

I hadn't thought you to be a cruel man, Master Diluc...

[Diluc pulls back just enough to chuckle as well. The label of cruel, however lightly given, is entirely deserved. Her reaction, bemused yet so needy, is entirely worth it.]

Forgive me, Miss Oriphi. Allow me to make it up to you.

[Slowly, deliberately, he circles his tongue around the bud of her clit before he runs it down and up the length of her folds, relishing in how she tastes and feels. She's exquisite, hot and wet and spread open for him like this, and he's happy to devour her. So much so, in fact, that he has to swallow back the urge to sink his fangs into her thigh and drink deeply from her while he continues to touch and tease her. He could make it feel so good for her, pain and pleasure pushing her over the edge...

An idea for another time. She's still not quite fully recovered from her self-imposed energy starvation, and therefore it's important that she feeds from him before he does the same from her. He'll content himself with merely using his tongue and lips tonight.

After teasing with his tongue, he purses his lips around her clit and sucks on it, gently at first but with increasing pressure.]

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