Post by Anyanka on Apr 29, 2005 11:13:19 GMT 12
Glad you liked! Here are 2 others! And dont mind the setting, no biggie if you dont understand.
Viktor rolled up his sleeve and deeply bit into his wrist, to finally let his blood pour down the container and tube that led to Marcus’s mouth. He sighed and turned to Anya. “Now, we wait,” he said.
Anya’s eyes fell on some of the blood remaining on Viktor’s lips. Her eyes dreamily fixed on his mouth, she whispered, “How much time, do we have to wait, tell me…”
Viktor identified her need and smirked, as he approached her more, “Oh, long enough… why?” he said slightly serious, slightly teasing, knowing what her thoughts were up to.
Anya’s eyes locked with his as she also smirked, “What to do until he wakes up? Any… suggestions…?” she whispered as her hand clenched on his coat.
Viktor gently grabbed her by the arm as to pull her more unto him, as he teasingly traced a finger over her neck, down to her chest. “What did you have in mind, dear?” he teased.
Anya’s heartbeat increased when he touched her sensually and she gently approached her lips to his mouth. “Oh, you know it perfectly…” she whispered, before she slightly rested her lips against his, gently trailing her tongue over his lower lip and tasting his blood.
Viktor smirked against her lips, and grabbed both her forearms, wrapping her arms around his waist and pulling her closer, as he kissed her slowly and tenderly. Her lust enhancing, Anya deepened the kiss, kissing him harder, which caused Viktor to hold her tighter against his body, his desire growing stronger as well. Without noticing, he made a step backwards and by accident bumped into Marcus’s coffin, causing it to shift slightly. As Anya startled to the sound, Viktor looked back uninterested, but then turned back his head to her, attempting to kiss her lips again.
Anya’s arms shifted from around his waist to around his neck, as she gave in to his deep kiss, but then whispered, “What if we… sat down? The… Elder’s throne looks… kind of comfortable… if you ask me…” she mumbled between the sweet caresses of his lips. She shivered when she felt his hands travelling across her back and caress her thighs sensually, and her eyes shifted from brown to blue.
Viktor groaned passionately as he buried his nose in her hair, to then trail his lips down her jaw line, kissing every inch of her skin, to what he heard Anya moan, as he took pleasure in her reaction. “I don’t know… this is sort of… exciting, too…” with this said, he thrust his lips against hers, kissing her hungrily as his eyes turned icy blue. As one of his hands held her hard around her back, his other started to fumble with the buttons of her dress.
Anya moaned into his lips and smiled widely. “You cannot… imagine how exciting…” As she said the words, her hand wandered under his coat, attempting to unzip his leather shirt. “Isn’t it… disrespectful to… do this in here? In the Elder’s Crypt…?” She moaned again as she felt him bite down on her lower lip.
Viktor licked over her lips, tasting her blood and delighting the feeling it brought to him, as he pulled her even more to his body. “I don’t… care…!” And his hand crept inside her dress to caress her chest tenderly.
Anya gasped and moaned to the touch of his cold hands on her skin, opening her mouth for him as his tongue penetrated deeper down her throat. She wrapped one leg around his waist and pressed herself unto him, urging to feel him even closer. Once she had finished with unzipping his shirt, she let her hands wander hard and sensually over his bare chest and back.
Viktor moaned to the feeling of her hands on his body and brought her back with him, laying her over Marcus’s coffin. He saw her look back warily at where she was then laying, over a dead body that was, and he smirked naughtily, discovering his hungry fangs. He feverishly opened the rest of her dress, revealing her chest covered by her black lace brassiere, and with an fervent growl bent down on her again, as he proceeded to kissing the places his hands had just touched.
Anya moaned when she felt his lips on her breasts and she clenched her fists to his shoulders, not willing to think about the dead body that was dormant right under her. “Oh, Viktor, Darling…!” she exclaimed when she felt his tongue teasingly trail over her skin.
He smirked, “Yes, love?” His hands caressed her stomach, as he let his fangs slide against her burning skin, slightly touching her, his own skin firing from inside his being.
Anya almost screamed when she felt his fangs, and she jerked back her head, relishing all the pleasures he was making her feel. “You don’t think that… someone could come in here?” She gasped as his hand travelled down to her lower abdomen. “The doors are still… wide opened…” she said almost inaudibly as he stroked her hard.
Viktor groaned impatiently, “I told you… I don’t care…!” With this, he bit down hard into her breast, right through her garment, her heavy breaths spurring him on. As he greedily fed of her essence, his hands wandered down on her bare thighs, and he wrapped her legs around his waste, breathing hard of pleasure and desire.
Anya panted heavily and moaned out of pleasure. She wanted to feel him closer, inside her… “I need you, Viktor, darling…” she panted. “Take me now… my Lord…” she smirked.
Viktor moaned of pleasure at her words as his hands on her thighs squeezed her hard and pressed her even closer to him. Relishing her stimulating reactions, he withdrew from her chest and his ice blue eyes stared intently into her own, as he unzipped his pants and smirked viciously, readying himself to fulfil her desire.
Viktor rolled up his sleeve and deeply bit into his wrist, to finally let his blood pour down the container and tube that led to Marcus’s mouth. He sighed and turned to Anya. “Now, we wait,” he said.
Anya’s eyes fell on some of the blood remaining on Viktor’s lips. Her eyes dreamily fixed on his mouth, she whispered, “How much time, do we have to wait, tell me…”
Viktor identified her need and smirked, as he approached her more, “Oh, long enough… why?” he said slightly serious, slightly teasing, knowing what her thoughts were up to.
Anya’s eyes locked with his as she also smirked, “What to do until he wakes up? Any… suggestions…?” she whispered as her hand clenched on his coat.
Viktor gently grabbed her by the arm as to pull her more unto him, as he teasingly traced a finger over her neck, down to her chest. “What did you have in mind, dear?” he teased.
Anya’s heartbeat increased when he touched her sensually and she gently approached her lips to his mouth. “Oh, you know it perfectly…” she whispered, before she slightly rested her lips against his, gently trailing her tongue over his lower lip and tasting his blood.
Viktor smirked against her lips, and grabbed both her forearms, wrapping her arms around his waist and pulling her closer, as he kissed her slowly and tenderly. Her lust enhancing, Anya deepened the kiss, kissing him harder, which caused Viktor to hold her tighter against his body, his desire growing stronger as well. Without noticing, he made a step backwards and by accident bumped into Marcus’s coffin, causing it to shift slightly. As Anya startled to the sound, Viktor looked back uninterested, but then turned back his head to her, attempting to kiss her lips again.
Anya’s arms shifted from around his waist to around his neck, as she gave in to his deep kiss, but then whispered, “What if we… sat down? The… Elder’s throne looks… kind of comfortable… if you ask me…” she mumbled between the sweet caresses of his lips. She shivered when she felt his hands travelling across her back and caress her thighs sensually, and her eyes shifted from brown to blue.
Viktor groaned passionately as he buried his nose in her hair, to then trail his lips down her jaw line, kissing every inch of her skin, to what he heard Anya moan, as he took pleasure in her reaction. “I don’t know… this is sort of… exciting, too…” with this said, he thrust his lips against hers, kissing her hungrily as his eyes turned icy blue. As one of his hands held her hard around her back, his other started to fumble with the buttons of her dress.
Anya moaned into his lips and smiled widely. “You cannot… imagine how exciting…” As she said the words, her hand wandered under his coat, attempting to unzip his leather shirt. “Isn’t it… disrespectful to… do this in here? In the Elder’s Crypt…?” She moaned again as she felt him bite down on her lower lip.
Viktor licked over her lips, tasting her blood and delighting the feeling it brought to him, as he pulled her even more to his body. “I don’t… care…!” And his hand crept inside her dress to caress her chest tenderly.
Anya gasped and moaned to the touch of his cold hands on her skin, opening her mouth for him as his tongue penetrated deeper down her throat. She wrapped one leg around his waist and pressed herself unto him, urging to feel him even closer. Once she had finished with unzipping his shirt, she let her hands wander hard and sensually over his bare chest and back.
Viktor moaned to the feeling of her hands on his body and brought her back with him, laying her over Marcus’s coffin. He saw her look back warily at where she was then laying, over a dead body that was, and he smirked naughtily, discovering his hungry fangs. He feverishly opened the rest of her dress, revealing her chest covered by her black lace brassiere, and with an fervent growl bent down on her again, as he proceeded to kissing the places his hands had just touched.
Anya moaned when she felt his lips on her breasts and she clenched her fists to his shoulders, not willing to think about the dead body that was dormant right under her. “Oh, Viktor, Darling…!” she exclaimed when she felt his tongue teasingly trail over her skin.
He smirked, “Yes, love?” His hands caressed her stomach, as he let his fangs slide against her burning skin, slightly touching her, his own skin firing from inside his being.
Anya almost screamed when she felt his fangs, and she jerked back her head, relishing all the pleasures he was making her feel. “You don’t think that… someone could come in here?” She gasped as his hand travelled down to her lower abdomen. “The doors are still… wide opened…” she said almost inaudibly as he stroked her hard.
Viktor groaned impatiently, “I told you… I don’t care…!” With this, he bit down hard into her breast, right through her garment, her heavy breaths spurring him on. As he greedily fed of her essence, his hands wandered down on her bare thighs, and he wrapped her legs around his waste, breathing hard of pleasure and desire.
Anya panted heavily and moaned out of pleasure. She wanted to feel him closer, inside her… “I need you, Viktor, darling…” she panted. “Take me now… my Lord…” she smirked.
Viktor moaned of pleasure at her words as his hands on her thighs squeezed her hard and pressed her even closer to him. Relishing her stimulating reactions, he withdrew from her chest and his ice blue eyes stared intently into her own, as he unzipped his pants and smirked viciously, readying himself to fulfil her desire.