lazy_but_loyal | oom - In a room with Ivan

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oom - In a room with Ivan

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The room that Bar gives them is as efficient as any hotel room but not entirely dull to look at, because this is Pam, and she gets bored fast.

When Ivan opens the door, Pam stops on the threshold. He booked the room after all, so it's kind of his.

"You need to invite me in," she says, a hand on her hip. "It's a vampire thing."

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At her push he sits down with a little preen, "I strive to never disappoint."

She stands over him and runs her fingertips over his clavicle and caresses the side of his neck, tracing the path of his jugular.

"Well, you're doin' real good so far," she says.

"Undo your pants."

He shifts towards her touch, which reminds him more of cold water than a person and reaches down for his pants, quickly unsealing his tall boots as well. Its always more comfortable not to have them on as they're modeled after cavalry boots. She reminds him of some of the older women he's known who enjoy their control and know what they're doing in a bedroom. Tonight he's the student.

Oh, he has no idea just how old she is.

As she watches him get comfortable, she has a thought. She is wearing a vintage outfit and blood is a bitch to get out. So she undoes the buttons of her jacket top and slips it off. Underneath is a light sleeveless blouse -- which is staying on. She drapes the jacket over a chair.

And then, moving in a blur too fast for the human eye, Pam is on top of him, pinning him to the bed with her fangs bared.

Her speed is unnerving and he tenses, one hand reaching for where his stunner often is before looking up at her. He agreed to this and he heard what she said and starts to take a slow breath.

She lets out a cool, purring chuckle against his skin. Getting someone's adrenaline up makes them so much more appealing.

"Mmmm, just the way I like it," she purrs, one hand sliding down his chest and stomach, as she bends her head to breathe in the scent of his blood rushing through his veins.

Her purring actually feels nice as does her hand and with a small chuckle he says, "I aim to please."

Blood flows faster when humans are...excited. Aroused. Panicked.

Panic and fear taste so sweet.

But aroused will do.

"You're doin' just fine," she murmurs as she slips her hand down into his trousers and begins to stroke him. Her fingers are cool but impossibly soft and smooth, and her touch is delicate-- for now.

He's still alert, he's been trained to be on the watch for danger and its not easy to turn that off. Her touch is skilled and he sighs quietly with pleasure.

His heart beats so wonderfully.

She plants hungry, open-mouthed kisses along the side of his neck, the points of her fangs just only scraping his skin as her touch becomes firmer and more focused on getting him hard.

The kisses are a wonderful mixture of hot and cold and he likes the nips. He groans as she seems like she'll enjoy hearing him, not everyone wants noise and she's good.

She's had a lot of practice, to say the least.

Ivan groans, and she purrs appreciatively. It's the same way a predator likes hearing its prey squeal.

She slides her other hand under his head and makes a fist in his hair, bending his head back to expose his throat just so.

"Ready, big boy?"

He gasps at the hand in his hair and the tug and says, "As I'll ever be."

With a growl, she bites him.

It'll hurt. Because, y'know. Biting. Sharp, pointy teeth. Blood.

Nice, hot, sweet blood that flows from those neat puncture wounds and into Pam's mouth.

She counters the pain by continuing to stroke him, as her lips and tongue move in an almost soothing, hypnotic rhythm.

At the bite, he makes a sound that's not fully a moan or a gasp as he feels overwhelmed with pain and pleasure.

She swallows, taking deep gulps. The blood is sticky on his skin and her lips grow warm and wet with it, but her touch is still cool.

He groans, the feel of her lips and teeth pulls his attention as a part of his brain points out that's his blood. Her touch is skilled and the cool keeps him hard.

Her hand starts to move quicker, almost as if she didn't have to think about it.

She doesn't, not really.

What she is focused on is getting every drop of blood that spills down over his neck.

Oh, and also the sound of his heartbeat and his breathing. Because he might get a little lightheaded if she drinks too much, but he seems okay for the time being.

Her hand starts to move even faster.

As her hand speeds up, the pleasure outweighs the strange feel of her lips at his neck. His groans and his heartbeat go faster to match her.

"Mmmhmmm," she purrs encouragingly, swallowing deeply, as his blood flows faster.

She slips a knee in between his thighs just for good measure as she works him tirelessly.

By the time, her thigh is there, his thoughts are elsewhere and he's lost in coming closer to coming.

And that's where she's trying to get him to, before he might pass out from blood loss.

Not that he will. He just might. She would rather not have that happen. But Ivan is a big guy, he can take it, right?

With another, deeper purr, she tightens her fingers ever so slightly...

As she tightens, he goes over the edge, coming with a loud moan.

And with his orgasm comes a hot rush of blood into her mouth, sweetened by his arousal, a sweetness that only vampires can taste.

Her hand becomes still as she drinks and she lets his cock go. (Of course she aimed him away from herself the moment he came. She wasn't going to mess up her clothes.)

He gasps as he finishes off, feeling worn out and incredibly aware of her at his throat.

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