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Roleplay / Re: New Orleans By Night
« Last post by Cherie on March 22, 2026, 08:11:56 pm »


“Oh by the fucking gods, Butch.” -she said with an exasperated roll of her eyes. Everything about her was perfect. From her outfit, hair, nails even her make-up. She had always taken pride in her appearance and coming down here to yell at him was no exception.-

“That’s what this about isn’t it? Franco? Move the fuck on!” -she yelled at him waving her arm in the air, she was livid with him. Most of all she felt so fucking violated that she was stolen from. It was a terrible feeling, and lucky enough she had him to take it out on because she knew he had done it.-

“I need you to listen to me very closely.” -she said as she took a few steps forward. She did not care about what he was wearing, or what he looked like at this moment. The anger was over taking any other emotion she might have towards him.- “If you think for one second that I’m going to just let you get away with this. You are wrong. But that’s what you wanted wasn’t it? To get my attention? Jesus, Butch.” -her voice was like she was just tired of his shit, but also there was that edge to it. The two women he was seeing today were completely different in personalities. Maya was dangerous in a different way, Grace was just as vindictive as he was.

As she had taken those two steps, something made her stop and she looked over the room for a moment mostly his desk, and then her eyes looked incredulously at him.- “You fucked her didn’t you? You can’t even keep it in your pants for five minutes!” -she looked at him like he was the most disgusting thing on the planet at the moment. The way her nose turned up at him and her lips peeling back from her teeth.-

“I hope the sex was worth it, and I hope that you didn’t get to attached. We all know how love to get attached. I take that back. I hope you did get attached. Because I’m going to  employ her and then there might be an accident. I’ll happily leave her broken, bloody and dead body at the fucking front of this door. Even though I know you, you don’t care about that because the only person you care about is your fucking self.” -she spat back towards him. Not really letting him get a word in edge wise.

Grace reached into her purse and pulled out a picture and she shoved the picture into his chest. If he looked at it, it was a picture from her security cameras. It was Maya, but her face seemed to have a glare over it. It wasn’t done through magic, it was something that could be used to deter cameras. However, she was not joking about the dress. She failed to mention it was red with a very large slit that went dangerously far up her leg and her breasts were extremely pushed together.- “I might not know who she is, but I’m going to find her and I’m going to take my anger out on her. But if you give me back the necklace, I’ll stop looking for the thief. And perhaps I won’t have your bar go into foreclosure. If you don’t care about the girl, you at least care about this place. I’ll make it so that you cannot get any property here ever again. Do not fucking test me, Butch.”

-She couldn’t even compose herself correctly, she had not meant to come in yelling. She had talked herself into be poised and controlled. Except the moment she saw him that all went out the window. He had that effect on her. To say she still wasn’t hurt about their breakup would be a lie. It had hurt her but it was best for them. She knew that, but she hated that she needed to accept it. Butch had always accepted her for all of her. Not just this side of her. He loved her appreciation of the art even if he didn’t always understand it. He had been so perfect in so many ways, but also so flawed that it drove her crazy. He had drove her crazy with love, desire, frustration, anger. She had felt almost every emotion with him. Even grief towards the end of their relationship. It did beg the question that if she was so hateful towards him why did want to keep that necklace so bad.-

“Give it back.” -she growled out through her teeth.-
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Roleplay / Re: New Orleans By Night
« Last post by Slick on March 22, 2026, 07:41:10 pm »

Butch had kissed her back, winking at her and waving her off. He did clock the shadow that would follow her, but that was to be expected. Whatever Ignatius and the Nosferatu wanted to do, that was their business. And depending on what she told Nacho, he imagined there would be an impromptu meeting sometime soon. Likely when he didn’t want it and least expected it. But they were the least of his concerns.

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What he did expect was Grace to be the first one. She would want the necklace back. He’d loved her, once. At least he think he did. Sometimes he stirred shit up just to see if the fire was still there. But he was past his romantic phase. Being a Toreador, she’d just been the best one to spend that time with. At least that’s what he rationalized.

The bar had been brand new when she’d been ushered through the door like his vampiric bride. That was some time ago. Russ’s eyes widened just a fraction as she stalked in, muttering “ah shit” under his breath but not moving or saying anything else. He knew better.

God damned if she didn’t know how to make entrance. Pure Hell on Heels. Butch was coming out of the wash room when she came in, a fresh black t-shirt clinging to his frame now, tucked into the slacks. He knew she’d come in looking like a million bucks, and he wasn’t about to be waiting for her like he’d put forth effort in his appearance. His hair was freshly combed back, along with the goatee, but he wasn’t pulling out the Tom Ford to match her runway fashion.

He drank her in, drank in the anger, looking her dead in the eye with an annoyed, but vindictive look. Only when she lied did he roll his eyes. “Yes, you can Grace. You know what I'm capable of. And you can take back gifts, cause I just did.” His eyes were wide and wild, brows high as if to challenge her.

Playing innocent wasn’t the approach for this. There wasn’t much point in hiding it. There was no kindred law saying he couldn’t steal from her. Oh it was personal. And he was letting it be known.

“You know what that necklace means to me. Your new boyfriend is going to murder you in your sleep in like a decade, and then he’ll pawn that fuckin’ thing to fuel his parking lot dynasty or some shit. I’m not letting that happen.”
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Roleplay / Re: New Orleans By Night
« Last post by Cherie on March 22, 2026, 07:01:14 pm »


-Every time he would grab her or touch her it would get a playful giggle out of her. She always seemed bubbly and happy. She was. Bad things happened to her, but she very much lived her life and it seemed a little on her own terms. She really wanted him to believe her because it was the truth. She got dolled up for him tonight. It was strange really, she didn’t care so much for getting dressed up but she did like wearing pretty dresses she was finding out.

She had stayed silent while he walked her out, but as soon as they were to part ways. She didn’t need a car she would be fine just walking. She moved on her tippy toes and gave him a lingering peck on the lips. He kissed her cheek but she wanted to one up him for a moment. If she had known he was thinking those thoughts of affection would dissipate anytime soon. She would have corrected him. He wormed himself inside of her. Both literal and figuratively.   Prying herself from him so unwillingly she moved down the street and just disappeared around the corner. From the corner of his eye he’d see a dark shadow follow her. No doubt it was Nacho probably wanting a full report.-


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Grace:

-The Gala had been the success she had hoped that it would be. Franco was pleased with it anyways. The parties were always more then just parties. They were social networks, they were political, and sometimes they were pointless. However, this particular gala seemed quite fruitful. It was the end of the night when she realized that her necklace gone. And she had been livid. She had spent the last four days trying to track down all the guests that were there. Who shouldn’t have been there all of that. However the one culprit that could have been, for some reason her face didn’t show up clear on the cameras.

There was only one person she knew that would hire a woman. Also she realized that none of her other jewelry was missing. The words ‘that fucking bastard’ had left her lips. She said nothing to Franco only that she had some errands to run and she would be back later. He had his own thing going on tonight and honestly she was thankful for it. The last thing he needed to know that she was about to enter into the seedy side of town to deal with one of her ex’s. No. Butch just wasn’t ONE of her exs. He was the ex. The one anyone prior should worry about. Mostly because of their history together. They were so in love, and yet so toxic sometimes. She would have of course wanted to change some things in their relationship, but at the end of it. He was the first one she had truly loved.

A black SUV pulled in front of Butch’s Bar. The driver exited the vehicle, walking briskly to the other side and opening the back door assisting Grace out of the SUV.  She looked up at the place and not one thing had changed on it. He couldn’t even have upgraded anything. Pitiful. And to think at one point she had been so enamored with the front of this building that Butch would literally have to carry her inside to break the spell of it.

With a sharp breath that she didn’t need, but even when the masquerade was down she still remained more human. There was a slight fear in her that if she didn’t then she would forgot to pretend to be human around humans. Grace moved forward with a harsh stride that meant business.

Her outfit was simple and yet elegant, she wore a dark green dress that hit right above her knees, black shoes with red bottoms. Her hair was of course perfectly done. She wore a gold necklace along with pearl earrings that were adorned in gold. Grace was Toreador. There was always an elegance about her. Her whole outfit probably cost more then what it would take to buy this place. Now that was an idea.

Entering the bar with a purpose her eyes only bored into Russ as she walked right past the bar. She knew he wasn’t going to stop her and if he tried she’d tell him to go fuck right off. Her sapphire eyes were burning with blue flame. There was no knocking on her end but he could hear her coming more then likely as her heels stomped on the stairs. She wasn’t trying to be quiet about it.

Butch should count the door lucky that she didn’t just kick it off the hinges. Instead she did open it up like a lady…a lady who was on meth and bath salts. The door flung open and there she stood. Beautiful and elegant and yet so pissed off.-

“You fucking son of a bitch! I know you fucking took it! I want it back. It was a gift. You can’t take back a gift.” -she was pointing at him when she was yelling at him.- “I cannot believe you would stoop this low.” -all of her poise seemed to go right out the window, but there was a reason they had romantic connection. She was not a firecracker, she was a storm that would turn something disastrous if she chose too. And now she had the power and influence to do just that.-
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Roleplay / Re: New Orleans By Night
« Last post by Slick on March 22, 2026, 06:19:39 pm »

Oh, blood still tasted metallic, coppery. Like drinking pennies. It was just oddly appetizing. Like wine, it had notes, hints and flavors. And hers was of an odd vintage. Human, surely, but with something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. His touch lingered on her, even when he wasn’t near her. And when he was, he was affectionate, trailing a finger, brushing the back of his hand or Palm across an exposed patch of flesh. A hand groping her ass brazenly as she leaned over the desk, not stopping her from putting on his shirt. Were he human, he would have wanted to have her again, to bend her over that desk and ride her until she cried his name. But the beast was sated, his veins full. But her ravishing would cause waves, and he needed to anticipate what was coming so he could plan accordingly.

“Oh, you forgot…” his tone said he didn’t quite believe her, though the glint in his eye said he wasn’t mad. Bemused, maybe. Adorably cute. But also shady. She was always up to something, that much was sure. Adorably cute, but he was becoming more suspicious of how innocent she might have been in any regards….

Not that he was one to judge.

He would trap her between himself and the desk once more, his hand sliding along her body over the shirt she’d commandeered, cupping her lovely face in his palms before kissing her forehead.

“Not sure I buy that either, but let’s pretend I do. You look beautiful, all dolled up or freshly fucked.”

He escorted her to the door, but stopped before guiding her down.

“I would tell you to stay, but you should get some rest, and some food. Anyone that is mad…. fuck ‘em. Your life, not theirs.” And he had the suspicious feeling that at least one person they pissed off was going to show up at some point. It wouldn’t help things if she was there.

He’d help her down the stairs, and even offer to get her a ride, before kissing her on the cheek. Those lingering feelings of desire, of affection she hadd for him would subside soon, but not if she stuck around.

As soon as she was gone, he was checking the safe again, to make sure the piece hadn’t been stolen, that it hadn’t been a fiction of his imagination.
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Roleplay / Re: New Orleans By Night
« Last post by Cherie on March 22, 2026, 04:15:35 pm »


-Her eyes closed when he started to move the hair from out of her eyes. She was a sticky gross mess at the moment and it was exactly where she wanted to be. Looking down at his blood stained lips, stained with her blood. She leaned into his kiss brushing her lips against his tasting her own coppery blood on her tongue. It didn’t taste to her like the way it tasted to him. She could only get the taste of copper and metals that blood. He would have tasted something completely different on her.

The sight of her blood on him almost had her ready to go for round two until he finally pulled his cock from her and she felt how sore she was going to be from this. A laugh escaped her lip, shaking her head and pressing her forehead.- “I’m already trouble and so are you are.” -pushing his head playfully with forehead before pulling back.

A sound of protest came from her when he started to move away from her. The need to have him stay with her was strong. The very thought of him pulling his flesh away felt criminal to her. However the site was worth watching even if she wasn’t ready to let him go. Again that was a stupid thought, she thought to herself. Why was she hesitant to leave and hesitant to have him let her go? She took the shirt but had not yet put it on. Instead she stayed naked on his desk with her heeled feet swinging from the desk. Placing the red shirt to the side for a moment she silently just watched as he cleaned himself up. The blood on them didn’t bother her at all.

This was when she took the time to look at him. To see his body presented before her. She had taken the towel from him but still made no move to clean up until she could drink in his form. Standing there naked in front of her with out a care in the world. Allowing her eyes to devour him. Memorize the scars that she figured he got when he was human. The way his muscles rippled under his flesh when he moved. Maya was more observant then most would give her credit for. They saw the airhead flirty young woman, but she had those moments where it seemed as something else would slip through.

Finally she moved from his desk, putting her heels carefully on the floor since that was the only item of hers that he had not removed. Naked in heels standing in his office. She also had no shame. She had  nice body and there was nothing with showing it off. Her torso was long and well sculpted. Her breasts were perky and her nipples were still in hard peaks due to the chill of the room and her being naked.
She would take her time cleaning herself off. The water she took, taking a sip from it before place it down on the desk. There was blood and honey dripping down her legs. Taking the towel she started to slowly start to clean up the mess. Rubbing the towel over her long legs and lightly between her thighs because she was now very sensitive down there.  But she also allowed him to see what she looked like fully naked.  Her body was lean and fit. Her own muscles coiled under her tanned skin as she moved. Really taking her time with cleaning herself.

She turned around and reached over the desk, mostly to just slightly bend over in front of him naked. She gripped up the shirt he had given her. Finally slipping off the heels she pulled the shirt on over herself. The collar was brought up to her nose, taking a small sniff of it because it smelled like him and she wanted to commit it to her memory. She still had shaky legs and the water in the glass slightly sloshed as she tried to drink it.

He brought up Bast, but called him by a different name. Honestly, Maya had almost forgot all about him until Butch brought him up and at this point she looked like a deer in headlights. She blinked a few times at him.- “About that…” -she started, looking down at the water that she had to keep on the desk because she didn’t really have the energy to hold that and to stand at the same time so she still leaned a little on the desk. Getting remenents from the blood on the desk on the back of her thighs.-

“Don’t be mad ok?” -there was an innocence in her voice that if he hadn’t know how she got down he might want to fuck that innocence right out of her.- “The dates actually tomorrow.” -now she started to twist her hands in front of her.- “I just wanted you to see me all dressed up. I wanted to see you when I looked pretty.” -she confessed nervously to him, and while it might sound ridiculous to a vampire as old as him, this was her first go around in this life.

Her hand then came up and rubbed at her neck in the place where he had bit her. There was no indication that he had done it but she knew something was wrong with it. Not the bite site, but he wasn’t supposed to do that. And he already knew what was going to happen and what the outcome would be.- “I should get dressed and go.” -moving over towards her dress, she pulled on her panties but did not put the dress on. She was about to just walk out with only his shirt on, the dress folded over her arm, and her heels in her hand.-

“They’re gonna be so mad.” -she said to herself as she started to head towards the door. Almost as if when she touched her neck a flip had switched on suddenly remember that he had in fact bit her. Maybe it wasn’t enough though? The Nosferatus were abundantly clear to never allow a vampire to bite her. Sometimes they had intervened before it happened, and yet this time they did not. Maybe they wouldn’t know? It didn’t matter the damage had been done and of course they would know. They always seemed to know.-
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Roleplay / Re: New Orleans By Night
« Last post by Slick on March 22, 2026, 12:30:52 pm »

Brujah weren’t always the disgruntled rebel. They were scholars, warrior-philosophers. The Learned Clan, if one could believe such things. The best Brujah were students by nature, but not necessarily academics. He’d spent lifetimes contorting the passions of mortals, of women. The power of such control was intoxicating, watching how her body shivered in the warm glow of that light, the sweat glistening off her perfect skin, her every curve dancing at the slightest provocation of his fingers, his hips, his lips. That was more pleasurable than the feeling of her tight, wet pussy gripping him his cock so possessively.

Sanguine. She tasted sanguine. Savory, and pure, but pure as in concentrated lust and desire. Genuine, but it only fed that desire wthin him. It didn’t take much to get his fill of her, but the flush of physical pleasure that had him cumming inside of her, and the euphoric wave of her blood made it a struggle to pull away. A struggle he won, but he could have drained her dry. She tasted like fucking sunshine…

He held her just as she held him, letting the aftershock of that orgasmic double tap to subside. Roughened hands stroked along her sweat-slick skin, moving to brush more hairs, now matted to her forehead and cheeks. A crooked finger tilted her chin up softly and blood stained lips caressed her own, then nuzzling her cheek,chuckling in her ear.

“You are gonna be trouble…

His cock eased out of her as he kissed her neck, gently but firmly untangling himself from her. He handed her that red shirt as he moved towards a small washroom with a stall shower. The sink ran, and he returned with two damp clothes, handing her one. Meanwhile, he unabashedly cleaned himself in front of her. Alarmingly, the combination of their juices that came off his length came back red. And it would likely be the same for her. He wasn’t that large, and he hadn’t been that rough, but somehow their coupling had become bloody, and not just because he fed from her. Vampire sex was… messy. Their bodies were no longer human, and bodily fluids had to come from somewhere....

If she asked, he would explain; an explanation usually was. But he seemed rather cavalier. Not distant, as he was more than comfortable walking around his den naked. She’d be given a glass of water, and her dress was laid neatly across teh back of one of the chairs. It was a few minutes before he was pulling his slacks back on, his eyes lingering on her all the while. He almost glowed in the post-coital bliss, though whether it was the sex or her blood, she couldn’t be sure.

“Bash is gonna smell me on you.” he said almost proudly. Bash. Not Bast, or Bastion. Like an old friend. Or perhaps it was more antagonistic, like him calling Ignatius  Nacho, belying an air of familiarity that wasn’t quite earned. “Of course, if he has any issues, you can direct him to me.”
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Roleplay / Re: New Orleans By Night
« Last post by Cherie on March 22, 2026, 08:45:49 am »


-She was on the brink and absolute collapse. A feeling of wanting to give herself to him over and over again was creeping up into.  To her it seemed as though he had known her body already. Maybe in another life? The way he could expertly bring her to completion was frightening,but it was the way she wanted more from him. This gave her understanding about the vampire. She was understanding their need to consume because the thought of peeling her body away from his was unbearable in this moment.

Her inner thighs were sticky, there was the lightest sheen of sweet making her body glow in under the Edison light. Her hair which started out as bed head had gotten worse as she was tossing it around it in her wild state. The wild state he put her in. Her body was wracked with pleasure. More then she had ever felt in her life, and unless she fucks him again she won’t experience this again. The small nagging feeling inside of her told her she didn’t want to experience this with anyone else, just him.

His body fit so perfectly with hers, she had molded a memory of his cock felt inside of her. She would never forget. She wanted him to cum with her. To ride that wave together because they started it together . Then something happened.

She felt for the first time what it was like to be bit by a vampire. She might not have been a virgin but he was the only vampire that had ever tasted her blood. If he did not hold onto her body she would have rocketed it off him due to the sensation that it brought it. Her orgasms that she was in the middle of having was nothing like the wave of sin that the bit brought her. Every part of her body stiffened and she could barely even get out a moan or a scream All her sounds got stuck in her throat while she was holding onto him with her nails. She wouldn’t bite him hard enough to draw blood, even she knew that. Then again she was warned to not let a vampire draw blood from her and yet here she was.  Naked except with her heels on, on top of desk, getting railed to high heaven, his cock shoved inside of her making the lewdest of noises, and getting bit by him.

There process seemed so simple, insert fangs here, but the feeling of it was other worldly. To him her blood would taste of memories and sunshine. Those moments in his life where he felt the most at peace, that was the feeling her blood gave him. Peaceful, but it also felt as though it was swirled with other memories. He was drinking the potion of life, but the taste of it was not something coppery, it was something sweeter. Like sugar was added to her blood. The feel of it coating his mouth and his throat was warm and almost spreading throughout his body like a spider web. Think of ones happiest memory or a time they were most at peace, that was what her blood tasted like. It was so pure. Yet, she was not pure. Not with how she was bucking on him and coming again all over him. Twice back to back.

Her breathing was still fast and rapid, but her body started to relax and since she was only a human he’d feel her start to lean more into him as she was becoming exhausted. The feel of his cock pulsating inside of her had her still making the smallest of noises. The way he exploded in her was overshadowed by the bite he gave her. In that moment she became selfish and could only think of her own pleasure not his. Now, her head was nestled into his neck as she was trying to catch her breath, her trembling body seemed so small as she was still very much wrapped around him. The way she was holding him let him know she wasn’t ready to let go yet. She wasn’t ready to let him go yet. 

This was strange for her because normally she’d just push them off and go about her day as if she didn’t just get fucked on a desk in some sketch bar, with an even sketchier vampire. She might have, but he had drained her of her energy.

She started to plant butterfly kisses on his shoulder and on his neck. Kissing lightly over his jaw line. She had not yet really had a chance to taste him. He tasted like her salty sweat because of her rubbing against him. She was surprised about how warm his body still felt under her kisses. And she sighed out his name in absolute appreciation.-
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Roleplay / Re: New Orleans By Night
« Last post by Slick on March 22, 2026, 12:57:40 am »

Butch did everything to keep as much of their skin touching as possible, his skin growing warmer the longer their passion burned. She was keeping his blood boiling, and he only drew his hips away only to bury himself in her over and over, feeling her coating him, his thighs, making the sounds of their coupling that much lewder, filling his office with a filthy rhythm.

All sense of danger has been pushed aside, and in a way, he was with the beast. Riding the wave of that lust. Drowning himself in her, and everything she gave to him. Emotion. Feeling, bodily fluids. She was gripping him so tight, telegraphing her eventual climax, and he didn’t relent in the slightest. He leaned into it, into her, doubling his efforts. Her bite got a grunting laugh of encouragement, before his voice caught in his throat. She contracted around him, and he slowed his thrusts, savoring that feeling of her.

She was sexy, gorgeous, a firerbrand of passion on display for him. Seemingly just for him. And he was enthralled. But the pleasure he needed, the kind she wished for him, wouldn’t come from a simple coupling. It could be forced, but it was a pale shade to the rolling wave of ecstacy that was consuming her in that moment. He didn’t tire watching the convulsions that wracked her delectable body. He basked in the feel of her, holding her against him, rocking his hips gently. It was only when the last waves of her orgasm began to subside that he struck. He wouldn’t ask permission, but forgiveness. It was a practiced move; a wicked one, even cruel, but he was tilting her neck back, leaning in and biting her. A proper bite, his fangs piercing the supple flesh of her throat. As soon as the blood crested his lips, the pleasure she’d just felt came rolling back double-fold.

She’d feel him then, everything heightened to another level, feel him thrusting, bottoming out in her cunt and erupting so deep inside of her. A groan flowed from his throat, that guttural sound reverberating through her veins. When he pulled back, pleasure ebbed and throbbed in his every nerve, blackening the corner of his vision. A delicate swipe of his tongue across her neck erased any evidence of his indulgence. But she could see the blood on his lips. She’d felt the world shattering pleasure, even if she hadn’t before.

He hadn’t taken much. Just a sip.
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Roleplay / Re: New Orleans By Night
« Last post by Cherie on March 22, 2026, 12:24:38 am »


-One might think it was an odd sensation not to have your partner breathing during sex. However, now that she was with him and he could mostly his vampiric self, it was the most honest sex she ever had. She had never realized how much she hated when vampires faked breathing to appease her delicate mortal shell. This was raw. This was unfiltered. This was him. It was something that she didn’t know had been missing. Just being with someone while they are who or what they are. Not pretending to be something else.

The marks on his body would receive her attention another day. There was only a lusty fog in her brain that wasn’t allowing her to fully process some things around her. Her only focus was his hard cock pushing inside of her. She took every inch of him inside of her and wanted to lock him there forever. They were dangerous thoughts, but just lust filled thoughts, right? That was something she could contend with later.

He hit her with the good girl again.

That caused her to melt more into him. Her body was easily manipulated him. He could put her in any position and she wouldn’t fight it, as long as she didn’t lose his touch. She was so easily folded into his arms. Her legs wrapped impossibly tight around him for a mortal, but she had muscle. Her body was soft but also there was a strength hidden underneath her supple flesh. She wanted nothing more to be one with him. If he wasn’t a vampire she might choke him with how tightly her arms were around his neck. Her whole body was pressed into him. It was hard to discern where she started and where he ended. Entwined together in a passion that should not exist between strangers.

His shiver was felt, and it was questionable, but this was her first time having sex with a vampire who did not have to hide they were a vampire. Maya knew that telling him was the right choice. Inner walls gripped him tight to try and keep him inside of her. Each pull back of his thrust was a slight moment of fear that he’d deny what she wanted.

She was so close to that edge she could feel herself starting to slip down a path she might not return from. His demand of her caused her body to slightly pause for a moment as she was processing it. Since this was her first time having sex with a vampire, not one pretending to be human, she wasn’t sure what that meant. Did he want her blood? She had never been bitten before and shouldn’t be bitten. But the temptation to have him bite down her, to feel his fangs pierce her delicate flesh like his cock had pierced inside of her pussy. She did wonder what that would feel like. To feel the hot rush of her blood spilling into his mouth while she spilled her honey over his dick. Or did he mean for her to cum? Her through process wasn’t long, but was confusing to her because of the situation. She didn’t know his cues. She had finally decided.-

“I’m going to cum..fuck..” -she said because she knew there was no more holding on. The remembrance of his tongue lapping over her slit, to the feel of his hardness being engulfed inside of her. Her inner walls started to contract. Sharp nails dug deep into his flesh. Her teeth gnashed against his shoulder, not in a bit but as if she was using his shoulder to hold back a scream that would eventually come. Her whole body started to seize against him. She started to shake as her pussy walls squeezed his cock incredibly tight as he would feel her honey wash over his cock. Her head lurched back and she let out a strangled feral cry, her face twisted up in a euphoric expression. Her nails dug harder into his they pierced his flesh, making small cuts in him. Her body was still rocking wildly against him. This was a pleasure she had never felt in her entire life. It was as if she was being hit by lightening but in the best possible way.-
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Roleplay / Re: New Orleans By Night
« Last post by Slick on March 21, 2026, 11:56:22 pm »

Brujah and Toreador were tedious allies, but they had plenty in common. They knew the thrill of coaxing passion out of mortals. It was a masquerade, and sometimes a necessity for the Traditions, but it still stirred something in the blood. Whether it was for art, or for revolution, or for lust, it was better than closing oneself off completely. They didn’t have to speak of unnatural things when something very real and natural was happening between them. Did he have her at a disadvantage? Absolutely. But he needn’t any powers of the blood to ply her to his will. She gave willingly. And she’d obediently give more, should he ask. He was sure of it. Drunk off the desire pouring from her veins, the taste of it still on his lips and tongue.

There was no ragged breath coming from him, just an eerie, radiading warmth and a vibrance in his eyes that said his intensity matched her own. He was lean, wiry, muscles forged for a a hard, physical life. Her touch soared over muscle and scar alike, from bullet (musket?) holes, gashes, stabs, burns — both rope and fire. Durable. Powerful, and he allowed her to explore him, that canvas of his frame, as he did her own.

“Good Girl,” he whispered again.

She had obeyed him, and they could explore each other all night. Any night. He’d made a promise, and he wasn’t above breaking it. The Archon could wait. He preferred the sounds of his date moaning beneath him, watching her body undulate against him as she rode him so brazenly. When she came off the desk to hold on to his neck, he would quick to hook his arms under her thighs, fingers taking purchase in the curve of her ass to pull her into his thrusts. His tongue danced out for her own, smirking and leaning in to bite her Bottom lip. Not breaking skin. Not yet. But it was there. So full of life, and rich resonance. He drew her to him, sheathing himself inside of her. His face buried in her neck again, and then she would feel him breath. Not for air, but to breath in her. She could feel a shiver dance through him, like he was fighting something. Whatever he fought, he channelled into fucking her, coiling his arms tightly around her waist and bringing her to him with he concerted effort of bringing her, himself, or them both over the edge.

"Now give me what I want."
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