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

[ 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.]

[ He could make it feel so good for her, and she's certainly not one to shy away from mixing pain and pleasure. But mercifully, Master Diluc decides not to draw vitality from her until she's been sated, and she'll make sure to return the favor later in the night.

He doesn't need to use his teeth to make this feel so good for her, besides. ]

Gods.

[ The flat of his tongue is hot and wet on her slick bottom lips, sending a spark of pleasure through her that has her slumping down against the back of the couch, her hair dragging against the cushions as she spreads her thighs wider for him. With a sense of urgency her fingers thread into his scarlet locks, and sharp fingertips scrape against his scalp as she presses his face closer against her cunt. ]

M...More, Master Diluc...

[Her reaction--the way she slumps into the sofa, the sting of her nails against his scalp, and especially the sweet way she pleads for more--causes yet more heat to pool deep within him, driving hunger and lust both to the point where little else exists aside from her. Were he of a clearer mind, he might worry that he's becoming a little too affected by the allure of her succubus nature. There's no doubt that her powers are at least somewhat responsible for his current state.

In the moment, however, all he cares about is how delicious her wetness tastes and how perfect each noise she makes sounds to his ears.

He releases her clit to tease more with his tongue, tracing slow and deliberate circles around it. So as not to neglect her opening, he reaches up and (as before) presses two fingers into her.]

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