[ Whatever she was expecting the hotel to be, he's blown her away with his choice.
She magics the toy bag inside her pendant tonight to head there, feeling more comfortable to just not be crossing the city while carrying a strapon, a plug, and way too much lube - if there's actually such a thing.
She got excited at getting to play this particular game, so unfortunately for Lestat, and the hotel reception, she shows up dressed for the occasion. A pair of dark high waisted suit pants, a black crop top t-shirt, and a leather belt that is very much a harness, from her shoulders to her knees.
She's guided by a deer-in-headlights receptionist to the elevator that goes up to the penthouse, and walks into the hotel room he's rented them for her birthday present, to the sound of a shower.
Good, he must've just made it here.
She takes her time to bring out her toys, leaving the bag unzipped by a luxurious armchair that she takes a seat in to wait for him.
Legs crossed, a glass of chilled champagne in her hand. ]
[ he can scent her as soon as he steps out of the shower - that sharp coffee scent, the faint waft of spices and something else. there's no need to rush, not when he can hear her rustling around out there, likely setting something up. she did request a particular outfit after all, and he intended to follow her request to the letter.
so when he emerges from the bathroom his golden locks are slightly damp, darkened from the residual moisture. he's donned in the baby pink silk shirt and corset, cinqued tightly to carve out his slight waist, unbuttoned to show off his chest, marred as it was by the thick scar over his pec. his heeled boots only add to the feline way he slinks into the room, well tailored slacks swishing with each step.
the witch seated in the next room gives him pause, if only to lean into the doorway to regard her with clear approval, a slow grin dawning on his face. notably, his fangs are fully unsheathed in his smile. the slacks do not do much at all to hide his lingering arousal, thick length tucked along the leg of his thigh. there's a visible twitch there at the sight of her, with no attempt made to hide himself at all. ]
[ She gives him a tiny smile, pleased - infinitely pleased - at the view of him in that cute ensemble. She really likes the things it does to his waist, and after seeing him wear it on camera once (yes, she follows his shows), she was interested to see him in it in person. The way she takes the view in is hungry, to say the least.
And to put a cherry on top of the cake, he's hardish. Not licking her lips takes some effort, but she grins. ]
You ordered the champagne - a nice one, to boot. [ She purses her lips, considering something. ] Do you taste it?
[ well aware of the hunger burning in her gaze, lestat preeens ever so slightly - crossing one leg over the other, accentuating the lines of his body, his limbs. languid, a lazy predator showing off for his admirers. ]
Non, it tastes much the same as all else. A touch of blood would make it bearable, but not much more.
[ a tilt of his head, curious. all at once, he pushes up off the doorframe to approach her, careening over to stand before her chair. ]
Are you enjoying it? It is just for you, birthday girl.
[ Ah, what a shame. There goes that idea to make him try the champagne off her skin. If it won't taste like much, she won't - instead, she takes this as a uniquely Lestat behaviour, to be lavishing with his attentions, and generous with his gifts. The drink, the room, the fact that he allowed her to tell him what to wear.
The bit of fun that's going to happen, soon.
And not here he stands, before her, tall and handsome and riveting. She uncrossed her legs as he approached, so he could come to stand between them, and now she's rubbing the inside of one knee against his calf, appreciative. ]
I like a lot of what I'm getting for my birthday. [ She nods to the bag. ] Do you want to open my gifts to you?
[ difficult not to simply take what he wants from her, to crash their mouths together and lick the bubbles from her lips. but it was all part of the play, the build up. the shift in power given willingly.
still, he cannot help but wet his lower lip at the touch of her knee to his leg, taking in her posture, the o-rings of the leather harness strapped to her. wants to be manhandled by this woman indeed, to have her a little mean and selfish with him. his cock swells further along his pant leg. ]
It is your special day, and you gift me presents? You truly are a generous witch.
[ he's reluctant to step away from the boundary of her legs, but he does what is suggested to him, stepping around her to open the bag of goodies. the lube is at least expected, and draws a wolfish grin from the vampire, glancing sideways at her. ]
[ She watches him explore, and it's easy to picture him like one of those wolves he smiles like, tail wagging in appreciation.
He might bite her hand off if she calls him a good boy. She's going to call him a good boy later tonight.
She downs the glass of champagne and stands, moving behind him to run her hands down his back, and sides, and settle on his waist. This is a really good outfit. ]
I take care of what's mine. [ Blunt nails press against fabric-covered skin above his hips as if to say 'that is you'.
Then her hand ascends up his spine until it's in his hair, guiding him up, and leaning back, so she can kiss the side of his neck, under his ear, the top of his shoulder. Oops, that's going to stain. ]
[ delving deeper into the bag unearths the curved dildo he had selected, that firm silicone with the carved head and curiously, a metal teardrop shaped plug with a sparkling gem on the base. lestat examines it with clear interest until the hands tracing his body make him pause, withdraw his hands to steady himself on the side table surface.
her words alone have that grin widening, a little thrill down his spine at the possessiveness, the hands on his hips. then his head is pulled back for lips to press at his pulse, dragging a gasp from the vampire. ]
Ah, so I am your true gift of the night, am I?
[ he does not sound mad about this in the slightest, reaching a hand behind him to grasp her thigh. he hooks fingers into the straps around her leg, enjoying the very slight soft give of her thigh under his probing. ]
Then I am in your care, mistress. Treat me well, yes?
[ Inspired and encouraged, she presses her hips against his ass - what an ass that is - and her chest against his back as closely as she can, so she can slide her right hand down his stomach, to the shape of his cock so well-defined against the front of those slutty pants he's put on for her. ]
Good boy. [ Look at that, she got to say it early! She nips his earlobe between blunt teeth, and rocks her hips against his ass in a preview of later. Satisfied with the obscene grope she gives him, she pats his hip. ]
[ despite the lack of a firm cock to press against the cleft of his ass, the feel of her against him makes the blond tighten his grip on her harness, tugging her closer against him. her breasts against his back bring their previous tryst to mind, her delicious reactions to his touches, the softness of the flesh.
as she strokes the shape of him, murmurs in his ear - his cock twitches under her hand involuntarily. if his ears grow hot under her mouth, its not so much from shame as it is from an instant reaction to her words. fuck, he is a good boy. ]
Now? [ he's a little dazed already from just how turned on he is by all of this, though his hands immediately sprint to dig for the fastenings for his slacks. within moments the material is loosening around his waist and falling to pool around his boots. bare pale skin underneath, aside from a pair of well fitted boy leg black lace panties hugging his ass. little surprises just for her. ]
Ooh, aren't you just darling? [ He looks good in lace, dastardly so. She wants to grope and knead and squeeze him to her heart's content, but not yet. Later. First, she walks him forward, to stand in front of the luxurious armchair she waited for him in, and makes him bend over it. On his feet, first, but she might be a good and generous birthday girl and let him kneel on the chair instead.
First, however, she leaves her spot behind him to unbutton and unzip her trousers, undo the harness strapped to her thighs. Only for a few moments, so she can remove her pants, then the harness comes back. ] Since you liked it so much.
[ She leans over him, enough to press a kiss to the spot between his shoulderblades, and takes advantage of the position to run her hands up his flank, over his cheeks, squeeze them both. ] You spoil me, Lestat.
[ no hesitation whatsoever - the vampire follows every nudge she guides him with, leaning himself over the armchair. hands gripping the cushioned armrests, long legs straight, bent at the hips to present the curve of his ass to the air. he can't resist swaying his ass as she undresses behind him, listening to the clinks and rustles with a touch of impatience. between his legs, his erect cock has escaped the black lace front of the panty and is hard against his thigh, already flushed a pretty pink at the tip.
the return of her lithe body against his back immediately makes him melt against her, eyes fluttering closed. something about being handled like this by a woman was a quiet thrill, a snub to old expectations that pleased him greatly. ]
Are you quite certain? It is you who spoil me, with this little session.
[ the squeeze to his ass makes his next sigh a touch higher pitched, forced out in a very slight squeak. but his mouth falls open slightly and shamelessly he presses himself back into her hands, arching his back prettily.]
You must have a slew of eager men wishing for you to bend them over. Should I not be honoured to be selected?
[ The slew of eager men wishing to get pegged in a lush penthouse suite of a hotel: crickets sounds. But Lestat, Lestat has a way of making her feel powerful and smug and mean - in a way she doesn't allow herself to be with anyone else. The sweet interior gets revealed easily, for those who have the patience to ease it out of her, but for Lestat the reward is to get more dominant.
Can't be helped. He squeaks so prettily, it only enflames that part of her. She gives his ass another grope, leaning back to watch how the lace of his panties slips between his cheeks to cover his asshole when she spreads them. Greedy, sexy vampire. She bites back a grin, and gives one bared cheek a swat, then the other. ]
I think you should - feel honoured, that is. But an honoured toy would be better taken care of... [ Stepping to stand beside him, she reaches under him to give that pretty cock a slow stroke, then two. Then tuck it back under the panties, with a condescending little pat. ] That's better.
[ laughable to some, surely - to have such a broad shouldered man stretched out like this for ariadne to grope as she willed. admittedly that was part of the appeal for the vampire, to willingly submit to one wanting to toy that line. besides - doesn't need to skim her mind to see how much she enjoyed seeing him like this, enjoyed seeing the very immediate effects of her touch on him.
the swat makes him squeak once more, though a grin spreads lazily on his face. he glances at her hungrily as she takes his cock in hand, lips parted, blue eyes bright and intense. not humiliated in the slightest, only growing hungrier with desire the more her hands roamed his body.]
Such a tease, chérie. Are you planning to fuck me, or would you have me beg?
[ She cups his chin and guides his head up, so he can see her grin. ] Both. [ She leans down, and kisses him, on that note. It's sweet and tender for now, a well-deserved reward for an unusually sweet vampire - and the goodest of boys right now - that maybe leaves some of her dark red lipstick stained on his mouth. Not that sweet, to not be also naughty. She bites his bottom lip on her way to leaning away, and licks along it. ] Both is good.
[ But enough delaying pleasure, for now. She steps away long enough to take the princess buttplug, and the bottle of lube, and is behind him once again. Tugging the panties to the side to reveal his asshole with one hand, and squeeze a generous amount of lube onto it with the other, before giving him something to arch his back for. Her pointer finger first for one thrust, then the middle one joins it, for the second. ]
[ the kiss and bite in succession leaves lestat breathless, pupils growing large in desire. he attempts to chase her mouth for more, craving more of this mingle of pain and sweetness, the tender way she handled him like this.]
Mm. For more of that pretty mouth, I would beg happily.
[ his voice is a little dreamy, already very much enjoying himself between the preening and sweet attention. this does not change in the slightest with the sudden coldness of the lube making him flinch, though he hisses at the sensation. tolerable, when he knows what is next.
the first finger has his head dropping, eyes closing as he focuses in on the sensation. the second is taken entirely in stride - louis has taken him rougher than this, with a much fatter cock. he's grinning again in moments, already pressing himself back onto her fingers with pleased sighs.]
I am not a precious flower, Ariadne. You may stretch me faster if you wish. I can take it.
[ There is a pause - as she does consider her options. Stretch him faster, or make him beg? Or put that mouth to better use, even? In a clipped voice, ] Noted. Well, then.
[ She gets a third finger in there, and twists her hand a little, just make him feel it, while she lets go of his panties in favour of getting the plug. Swapping her fingers for the plug turns out to be an easy process, because deep down (shallowly deep) Lestat is a bit of a slut. Then again, it takes one to know one.
She presses the tip of the plug in, and keeps on pushing, until she's fitted the entire thing in, and left him with a fake diamond to cover his asshole. ]
Pretty boy. [ She pets his ass lovingly, and gingerly pulls his panties back in place, before stepping back. She goes back to his side again, to grasp his chin the same way as before, and draw him up for a kiss - not fully up, because there is something to be said for how tall Lestat is, and she doesn't want him to tower over her while she's in control. This one is dirty, hungry, a little on the sloppy side. She takes his mouth, there's no other word for it.
And when she's done, and she breaks the kiss, it's with her thumb pressed past his lips, holding his tongue down. Dark eyes take him in, glance down at where she's holding his mouth slightly open. ] I want this tongue on my pussy. [ She pulls her finger out, and taps his cheek lightly, before making her way to the bed. There's no reason to not take advantage of the bed, if he's spared no expenses. ]
[ lestat cannot help but laugh softly to himself at the very obvious choice the witch had made, though he takes moments to make all the appropriate sounds of appreciation. he is being treated, after all. his body gives way easily to the third finger, though the ring of muscle begins to tighten and clench around ariadne's fingers together. the widest point of the plug is just beyond the width of those slender digits together and stretches his hole around it, a moment of burning discomfort that the vampire pushes through. a little whimper and it's in, the soothing touches to his ass oddly reassuring.
the praise is well worth the cold weight settling inside him, as is the heated kiss that the witch takes from his mouth. more so than before, he's hungry for it, though he cannot quite keep up with her ferocity. he's a haze of lust and dumbstruck submission as she pushes a thumb into his mouth and looks him over, her words only seemingly to make more blood rush to his cock. he can only nod dumbly and swallow hard as she leaves for the bedroom, looking over his shoulder to watch her walk.
jesus fuck, they should have done this sooner. his cock is already leaking bloody precum through the black lace straining around him. he has to give himself a few hard squeezes to feel as if he could think completely clearly again, though he knew this would be useless as soon as he knelt between the witch's thighs. fuck, they had only just begun, too.
slowly he pads over to follow her, very aware of the weight of the plug in him as he moved. a clearing of his throat in an attempt to regain some composure, though it was very obvious he was anything but.]
And where would you like to recline, ma petit? Where would you like me?
[ that hungry look is back, eying her up expectantly.]
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She magics the toy bag inside her pendant tonight to head there, feeling more comfortable to just not be crossing the city while carrying a strapon, a plug, and way too much lube - if there's actually such a thing.
She got excited at getting to play this particular game, so unfortunately for Lestat, and the hotel reception, she shows up dressed for the occasion. A pair of dark high waisted suit pants, a black crop top t-shirt, and a leather belt that is very much a harness, from her shoulders to her knees.
She's guided by a deer-in-headlights receptionist to the elevator that goes up to the penthouse, and walks into the hotel room he's rented them for her birthday present, to the sound of a shower.
Good, he must've just made it here.
She takes her time to bring out her toys, leaving the bag unzipped by a luxurious armchair that she takes a seat in to wait for him.
Legs crossed, a glass of chilled champagne in her hand. ]
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so when he emerges from the bathroom his golden locks are slightly damp, darkened from the residual moisture. he's donned in the baby pink silk shirt and corset, cinqued tightly to carve out his slight waist, unbuttoned to show off his chest, marred as it was by the thick scar over his pec. his heeled boots only add to the feline way he slinks into the room, well tailored slacks swishing with each step.
the witch seated in the next room gives him pause, if only to lean into the doorway to regard her with clear approval, a slow grin dawning on his face. notably, his fangs are fully unsheathed in his smile. the slacks do not do much at all to hide his lingering arousal, thick length tucked along the leg of his thigh. there's a visible twitch there at the sight of her, with no attempt made to hide himself at all. ]
You have found the champagne. Excellent.
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And to put a cherry on top of the cake, he's hardish. Not licking her lips takes some effort, but she grins. ]
You ordered the champagne - a nice one, to boot. [ She purses her lips, considering something. ] Do you taste it?
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Non, it tastes much the same as all else. A touch of blood would make it bearable, but not much more.
[ a tilt of his head, curious. all at once, he pushes up off the doorframe to approach her, careening over to stand before her chair. ]
Are you enjoying it? It is just for you, birthday girl.
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The bit of fun that's going to happen, soon.
And not here he stands, before her, tall and handsome and riveting. She uncrossed her legs as he approached, so he could come to stand between them, and now she's rubbing the inside of one knee against his calf, appreciative. ]
I like a lot of what I'm getting for my birthday. [ She nods to the bag. ] Do you want to open my gifts to you?
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still, he cannot help but wet his lower lip at the touch of her knee to his leg, taking in her posture, the o-rings of the leather harness strapped to her. wants to be manhandled by this woman indeed, to have her a little mean and selfish with him. his cock swells further along his pant leg. ]
It is your special day, and you gift me presents? You truly are a generous witch.
[ he's reluctant to step away from the boundary of her legs, but he does what is suggested to him, stepping around her to open the bag of goodies. the lube is at least expected, and draws a wolfish grin from the vampire, glancing sideways at her. ]
Chérie, you shouldn't have.
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He might bite her hand off if she calls him a good boy. She's going to call him a good boy later tonight.
She downs the glass of champagne and stands, moving behind him to run her hands down his back, and sides, and settle on his waist. This is a really good outfit. ]
I take care of what's mine. [ Blunt nails press against fabric-covered skin above his hips as if to say 'that is you'.
Then her hand ascends up his spine until it's in his hair, guiding him up, and leaning back, so she can kiss the side of his neck, under his ear, the top of his shoulder. Oops, that's going to stain. ]
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her words alone have that grin widening, a little thrill down his spine at the possessiveness, the hands on his hips. then his head is pulled back for lips to press at his pulse, dragging a gasp from the vampire. ]
Ah, so I am your true gift of the night, am I?
[ he does not sound mad about this in the slightest, reaching a hand behind him to grasp her thigh. he hooks fingers into the straps around her leg, enjoying the very slight soft give of her thigh under his probing. ]
Then I am in your care, mistress. Treat me well, yes?
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Good boy. [ Look at that, she got to say it early! She nips his earlobe between blunt teeth, and rocks her hips against his ass in a preview of later. Satisfied with the obscene grope she gives him, she pats his hip. ]
Why don't you take these off?
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as she strokes the shape of him, murmurs in his ear - his cock twitches under her hand involuntarily. if his ears grow hot under her mouth, its not so much from shame as it is from an instant reaction to her words. fuck, he is a good boy. ]
Now? [ he's a little dazed already from just how turned on he is by all of this, though his hands immediately sprint to dig for the fastenings for his slacks. within moments the material is loosening around his waist and falling to pool around his boots. bare pale skin underneath, aside from a pair of well fitted boy leg black lace panties hugging his ass. little surprises just for her. ]
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First, however, she leaves her spot behind him to unbutton and unzip her trousers, undo the harness strapped to her thighs. Only for a few moments, so she can remove her pants, then the harness comes back. ] Since you liked it so much.
[ She leans over him, enough to press a kiss to the spot between his shoulderblades, and takes advantage of the position to run her hands up his flank, over his cheeks, squeeze them both. ] You spoil me, Lestat.
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the return of her lithe body against his back immediately makes him melt against her, eyes fluttering closed. something about being handled like this by a woman was a quiet thrill, a snub to old expectations that pleased him greatly. ]
Are you quite certain? It is you who spoil me, with this little session.
[ the squeeze to his ass makes his next sigh a touch higher pitched, forced out in a very slight squeak. but his mouth falls open slightly and shamelessly he presses himself back into her hands, arching his back prettily.]
You must have a slew of eager men wishing for you to bend them over. Should I not be honoured to be selected?
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Can't be helped. He squeaks so prettily, it only enflames that part of her. She gives his ass another grope, leaning back to watch how the lace of his panties slips between his cheeks to cover his asshole when she spreads them. Greedy, sexy vampire. She bites back a grin, and gives one bared cheek a swat, then the other. ]
I think you should - feel honoured, that is. But an honoured toy would be better taken care of... [ Stepping to stand beside him, she reaches under him to give that pretty cock a slow stroke, then two. Then tuck it back under the panties, with a condescending little pat. ] That's better.
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the swat makes him squeak once more, though a grin spreads lazily on his face. he glances at her hungrily as she takes his cock in hand, lips parted, blue eyes bright and intense. not humiliated in the slightest, only growing hungrier with desire the more her hands roamed his body.]
Such a tease, chérie. Are you planning to fuck me, or would you have me beg?
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[ But enough delaying pleasure, for now. She steps away long enough to take the princess buttplug, and the bottle of lube, and is behind him once again. Tugging the panties to the side to reveal his asshole with one hand, and squeeze a generous amount of lube onto it with the other, before giving him something to arch his back for. Her pointer finger first for one thrust, then the middle one joins it, for the second. ]
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Mm. For more of that pretty mouth, I would beg happily.
[ his voice is a little dreamy, already very much enjoying himself between the preening and sweet attention. this does not change in the slightest with the sudden coldness of the lube making him flinch, though he hisses at the sensation. tolerable, when he knows what is next.
the first finger has his head dropping, eyes closing as he focuses in on the sensation. the second is taken entirely in stride - louis has taken him rougher than this, with a much fatter cock. he's grinning again in moments, already pressing himself back onto her fingers with pleased sighs.]
I am not a precious flower, Ariadne. You may stretch me faster if you wish. I can take it.
[ vampires do heal swiftly, after all.]
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[ She gets a third finger in there, and twists her hand a little, just make him feel it, while she lets go of his panties in favour of getting the plug. Swapping her fingers for the plug turns out to be an easy process, because deep down (shallowly deep) Lestat is a bit of a slut. Then again, it takes one to know one.
She presses the tip of the plug in, and keeps on pushing, until she's fitted the entire thing in, and left him with a fake diamond to cover his asshole. ]
Pretty boy. [ She pets his ass lovingly, and gingerly pulls his panties back in place, before stepping back. She goes back to his side again, to grasp his chin the same way as before, and draw him up for a kiss - not fully up, because there is something to be said for how tall Lestat is, and she doesn't want him to tower over her while she's in control. This one is dirty, hungry, a little on the sloppy side. She takes his mouth, there's no other word for it.
And when she's done, and she breaks the kiss, it's with her thumb pressed past his lips, holding his tongue down. Dark eyes take him in, glance down at where she's holding his mouth slightly open. ] I want this tongue on my pussy. [ She pulls her finger out, and taps his cheek lightly, before making her way to the bed. There's no reason to not take advantage of the bed, if he's spared no expenses. ]
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the praise is well worth the cold weight settling inside him, as is the heated kiss that the witch takes from his mouth. more so than before, he's hungry for it, though he cannot quite keep up with her ferocity. he's a haze of lust and dumbstruck submission as she pushes a thumb into his mouth and looks him over, her words only seemingly to make more blood rush to his cock. he can only nod dumbly and swallow hard as she leaves for the bedroom, looking over his shoulder to watch her walk.
jesus fuck, they should have done this sooner. his cock is already leaking bloody precum through the black lace straining around him. he has to give himself a few hard squeezes to feel as if he could think completely clearly again, though he knew this would be useless as soon as he knelt between the witch's thighs. fuck, they had only just begun, too.
slowly he pads over to follow her, very aware of the weight of the plug in him as he moved. a clearing of his throat in an attempt to regain some composure, though it was very obvious he was anything but.]
And where would you like to recline, ma petit? Where would you like me?
[ that hungry look is back, eying her up expectantly.]