Come a little closer sweetie, I don't bite//MATURE

[cherry]

A small, fanged grin graced Adair's lips once more; the look was somehow both elegant and seductive, and he licked the last traces of blood from his lips almost absent-mindedly as he stared down at the woman. "Good," He crooned, voice lowered to a soft, affectionate purr. "'Cause I don't think I'll let you go 'til the game's all finished. I don't like to rush things or let my prey leave before we've had a chance to finish." Adair wasn't the type to do things quickly or messily; he liked to play with what he managed to catch, like a cat tormenting a mouse before it finally took it's life. He'd use his prey for his amusement, comply with all it's wishes or dominate it, depending on his mood, and it was only after the peak of excitement was reached and the creature was content, sleepy, and off-guard that Adair would take what he needed from them.

Byakko's leg shifted again, applying a bit more pressure to his most sensitive area as she leaned up to kiss him, and another wave of ecstasy hit him with all the strength of a powerful tide. His lips parted, a slightly audible breath escaping his throat, and he felt his fingers glide from the outside to the inside of her silken thigh, resting here for a few moments before sliding a bit higher, delicate fingers ghosting over her crotch, teasing her in return for her unbearable actions.

"You seem to know what you're doing. You're not a virgin." Adair murmured once the kiss was broken. Sure, Byakko was mean and hard to get along with at first, but her actions now made him suspect that she had done this before. "Besides... I think you're pretty enough to get any man in London."

[Jutendouji]

“Oh? Is that right…” She mused, as if humouring his dominance, instead of just accepting it, like it had looked like she might’ve done a moment ago. Byakko supposed the word ‘prey’ had thrown her charity, she tilted her head slightly smiling slightly as he spoke, the seam of her plush lips tightening slightly, every time she held in a giggle. He was funny, she’d give him that, but it was much too soon for him to be purring out things such as that. Even if Byakko was secretly appreciated the commitment.

The vampiress took in a slight but deliciously sharp breath at the, shiver that pooled through her body from his touch, the lithe curve of her back arched slightly too, automatically… there was nothing she could’ve done to prevent it. No matter how opposed she was at acting like ‘prey’. Byakko gave herself a moment to recover, passing the male a slight smirk as she slid her leg in-between his, brushing it against his crotch until her thigh. “Maybe I’m just talented?” She purred at him lowly, like the chilling noise you’d expect to hear emitted from the chest of a Tiger.

She wrapped a lithe tan-golden tainted arm round his neck, lifting herself a little, to ghost kisses down the side of his neck, after running them slowly along his jaw to the ear. Her bi-coloured hues were half lidded, capturing the moonlight like Azure and umber jewels. “Is that a good thing?” She mused, purring against his skin as she nuzzled under his chin to get at the skin of his throat. Being able to get any man in London… no. It wouldn’t ever turn out good, especially not if you were female. The disadvantage is pretty obvious… though Byakko had her claws, her strength, her immortality… she wasn’t particularly free from such the disadvantages either; especially not in a world with chains and all manner of garish restraints; some even especially designed to quell the mortal mans more superstitious of desires.

It would be better if she were a man, and could be a target of either gender…women of the time tended not to be so… forceful; they were walking victims, and the men? Well not many would really flaunt what they preferred to ‘do’ behind closed doors, hm?

”I have no use for a ‘man’ … anyway.” She breathed into his neck with a little laugh, drawing a claw absently up and down the soft, mark-less skin there.