[Everything he says seems all fine and dandy but...now it just seems complicated. Complex. A huge bother. It's supposed to be fun? No one told her that. It was make a baby this make a baby that, not enjoy yourself with someone you like or love...
Was that even possible for someone like her? Just because she might like someone or fancy them doesn't mean that they felt the same way. Most people didn't. She has always been wanted for the wrong reasons.
She's still staring at their hands, at the way he thumbs her knuckles. He's trying to soothe her and it's only then she realizes she's jittery.]
And it's all right that you don't know. I'm only sorry that you're being forced to find out in one way or another, but at the very least we can ensure you enjoy it with someone you like.
Would you say you prefer men or women? We can start there.
For me, I enjoy both men and women, so I can help to an extent. Most people will tell you that simply taking a man's penis into you will be enough, but it's more complex than that. Everyone enjoys something different.
[He feels a little bad for asking, but. It seems necessary.] Have you ever touched yourself intimately? [y'know, jerkin' it]
[The thought to do such a thing has honestly never really crossed her mind. Whatever excitement she's felt in the past has been fulfilled by indulging her bloodlust. That's not to say she hasn't found herself a little rowdy before, she's just never realized it for what it was.
For someone who has been so demonized throughout her life she hasn't rung Satan's doorbell just yet.]
Mm. Here's my suggestion, Diva. Have a nice, hot bath. Just to enjoy yourself. Then perhaps try it, see what you like best.
Alternatively, we could also attempt to find someone who would go slowly with you. To help you feel nice.
It doesn't have to be today. You have time. But I do truly want to help you best as I can with this so you don't end up with an experience you don't like.
[Not to mention frustrating, at least to someone as impulsive and in need of immediate gratification like Diva. Her brow is creased, furrowed beneath messy bangs. What's the point of looking for someone, a stranger, when there's someone quite literally across from her, holding her hand?
Up on her knees she gets, eyeing him carefully, as if she's sizing him up. It's not that she's necessarily checking him out (she already did that the moment they had first met in his living room) but she is clearly considering something.
And, in characteristic Diva fashion she blurts out what she's thinking a moment later.]
If you truly want to help me why not see to it yourself?
[Ah...but maybe she's not his type? Maybe she's not good enough?]
Or am I not appealing enough so you'd rather find someone else?
Why would it bother me? I did ask you to be my bridegroom.
[Which, now, with the added context, should send a clear message. She thought he was hot enough to bang from the very start, even if she doesn't exactly know what the hell she's getting herself into.]
[That's...fair. Honestly if she takes a moment to think about it, she appreciates that he didn't make an assumption. It shows his character, not that she needed to be reassured he was gentlemanly anymore than she has been so far.]
Why not now?
[She sees no reason to wait. It isn't as if she'll be any more ready to take the plunge than she is now. Although...]
[No matter how she looks at it, he really is princely. He reminds her of the sort of character she dreamt up when she was stuck in that dingy tower for so long. No prince ever came to rescue her but who knew he'd show up so many years later, to whisk her away to his bedroom like this? She has no doubt in her mind that he'll make her feel wonderful, even though she's still not really sure what exactly they're going to be doing. At least when it comes to the nitty gritty details.
It doesn't take the two of them too long to reach his cottage and she's soon stepping past the threshold. Off come her flats (she doesn't kick them off - she's actually trying to be polite) and she waits patiently to the side for Alucard to lead her back to his room. Once again she finds herself in his lovely room but she's here for a different reason this time. He's not here to brush her hair not is she here to feed.
[There's a pause as he considers. Truly, he wants to make Diva's first time a good experience. After all that she's suffered through, he feels like it's the least that he can do for her. To show that there is more that could be enjoyed. Underneath the trauma and what's been done to her, he sees the potential for someone to grow. Even just the slightest.
So he smiles to her and guides her to sit on the bed. Then, he reaches out to lift her chin with his fingers.]
[She's easily lead to the edge of the mattress, climbing up on it to settle herself down. She's surprisingly calm, considering what's going to happen, but the fact she's not really sure what to expect has something to do with it. His fingertips touch at her chin, tilting it up and towards him. Ah...a kiss?]
Mm, you may.
[And the thought of that gets her heart to skip a beat.]
[At her permission, he leans in, lightly pressing his lips to hers. For all of the roughess her history has caused her, she is wonderfully soft. Even when he breaks the kiss, he presses for another.]
I want for you to tell me if you don't like something. I will stop if you don't enjoy it, and we can always try again.
But I will do everything to ensure you enjoy yourself.
[It isn't her first kiss, no, but it is the first that's been so sweet. The other times she'd had her mouth on someone else's the context had been different. She had been trying to sire another of her kind, feeding them her blood directly, mouth to mouth. It had been a bloody kiss of sorts with a success rate less than perfect.
But this? This is an actual kiss.
It's a gentle, chaste contact at first, one that Diva isn't exactly expecting to be so soft. The second has her leaning back in, almost expectant, her lips pliant and willing to accept his.
Never has anyone really been so genuinely considerate. Sure, her Chevalier cared about her comfort but that was because they had to. It was necessary. This? None of this is necessary. He could very well throw her out on the street and yet here she is, sitting back on his bed, feeling light.]
I'll tell you...don't worry.
[At the very least she can guarantee that. She's never been one to be quiet when it comes to her immediate dislike of something.]
[His touch tickles, leaves her skin tingling with delight as she nods, giving her permission. If he wants to undress her she has no qualms against him doing so, even though she knows she's capable herself. That's not really the point though, is it?]
You may. [There's a brief little pause as she looks at him thoughtfully.] You probably don't want me to fling my panties across the room, huh.
[No Diva, he probably doesn't. That being said, panties and the simple white dress she's wearing are all she's got on, so the task of getting her naked won't be a complicated one.]
As if she were made of glass, he is careful when undressing Diva, treating her clothes delicately and folding them aside. And he certainly doesn't intend on making this imbalanced, beginning to undress himself in return.
Many have seen him unclothed, and though the scar on his chest is hardly a point of pride, he makes no effort to conceal it or even feel grief over it.]
[His touch is delicate and considerate, almost reverent as he disrobes her, only to fold her garments once they're off. She doesn't really understand why he's bothering to fold them up but she doesn't bother asking. Maybe he just likes seeing things be neat. Solomon was a bit like that, so maybe he'd do the same.
Her eyes are on him as he undresses himself, the scar noted once it comes into view. She's fascinated by it, unable to keep her fingers to herself as she reaches out gingerly to run her index finger along the outline of it. In contrast to him she hasn't a scar marring her milky white skin - her body regenerates far too quickly for her to end up with lasting marks of any sort at all. She thought it'd have been the same for him, but he was part human, was he not?
She's told to lay back and so she does, taking her hand back before getting comfortable. Flopping down on the mattress, head hitting pillows behind her, her hair is sprawled all around her, fanned out over the duvet. It's a pretty sight to behold, if not an alluring one. She is objectively gorgeous, after all, even if there are nasty sides to her.]
[The touch is not unexpected, and he watches her patiently with a faint smile on his face. She has questions no doubt, and he will answer them when she sees fit to ask. But for now, he would much rather focus on her and pleasing her.
And Diva is beautiful. Pale skin with contrasting dark hair, a sight that would please any man keen on her sex.]
Perfect, Diva.
[He brushes his own hair back with his fingers, then smooths his hands over her legs before gently pushing them apart.]
You're beautiful. I've no doubt you've been told before, but you are a remarkable sight to me.
[A kiss to her inner thigh.]
I will be glad to make you feel wonderful. I wonder how much more delightful you'll look.
[Another kiss, to her hip, before he leaves a third wet kiss just above her clit.]
[She's not really sure what to expect. Laying in one spot isn't exactly difficult, but for someone as full of pent up energy as Diva it takes a conscious effort to keep herself there. Was he going to kiss her again? Maybe hold her and gently play with her hair? She's not expecting him to go straight for her legs and push them apart...but then again it makes sense, doesn't it? That's what sex is all about at the end of the day - what's between each other's legs and what you do with what you've got.
The kiss to her thigh and hip has her tilting her head up so she can look down at him, a little pink in the face at the compliments he gives her. Of course she's beautiful, she's completely aware of that fact, but to be a remarkable sight? That's a new one. So is having someone desire making her feel wonderful, at least in this sort of context. He wants to see her delighted and that, really, has her cheeks feeling warm. When his lips find their way just above her clit she can't help but look at him with wide, curious eyes. It isn't that she feels embarrassed but there's something about what he's just done that makes her heart race and her throat feel tight. Was he really supposed to be kissing down there?]
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Was that even possible for someone like her? Just because she might like someone or fancy them doesn't mean that they felt the same way. Most people didn't. She has always been wanted for the wrong reasons.
She's still staring at their hands, at the way he thumbs her knuckles. He's trying to soothe her and it's only then she realizes she's jittery.]
I don't know what to do.
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Would you say you prefer men or women? We can start there.
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[Sure, girls could be pretty but she hasn't had much contact with women in general. Mostly it's been men, her Chevalier, that she's kept for company.]
I suppose men?
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For me, I enjoy both men and women, so I can help to an extent. Most people will tell you that simply taking a man's penis into you will be enough, but it's more complex than that. Everyone enjoys something different.
[He feels a little bad for asking, but. It seems necessary.] Have you ever touched yourself intimately? [y'know, jerkin' it]
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[The thought to do such a thing has honestly never really crossed her mind. Whatever excitement she's felt in the past has been fulfilled by indulging her bloodlust. That's not to say she hasn't found herself a little rowdy before, she's just never realized it for what it was.
For someone who has been so demonized throughout her life she hasn't rung Satan's doorbell just yet.]
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Mm. Here's my suggestion, Diva. Have a nice, hot bath. Just to enjoy yourself. Then perhaps try it, see what you like best.
Alternatively, we could also attempt to find someone who would go slowly with you. To help you feel nice.
It doesn't have to be today. You have time. But I do truly want to help you best as I can with this so you don't end up with an experience you don't like.
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[Not to mention frustrating, at least to someone as impulsive and in need of immediate gratification like Diva. Her brow is creased, furrowed beneath messy bangs. What's the point of looking for someone, a stranger, when there's someone quite literally across from her, holding her hand?
Up on her knees she gets, eyeing him carefully, as if she's sizing him up. It's not that she's necessarily checking him out (she already did that the moment they had first met in his living room) but she is clearly considering something.
And, in characteristic Diva fashion she blurts out what she's thinking a moment later.]
If you truly want to help me why not see to it yourself?
[Ah...but maybe she's not his type? Maybe she's not good enough?]
Or am I not appealing enough so you'd rather find someone else?
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Diva.
[Alucard looks at her, a small frown on his face.]
I'm not opposed. Not in the least. But I didn't want to present myself, in case that bothered you.
If you asked for me, I would say yes.
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[Which, now, with the added context, should send a clear message. She thought he was hot enough to bang from the very start, even if she doesn't exactly know what the hell she's getting herself into.]
I'm not bothered.
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At your leisure, I would be honored to make you feel good, Diva.
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Why not now?
[She sees no reason to wait. It isn't as if she'll be any more ready to take the plunge than she is now. Although...]
But not here. This place is so dreary.
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[A gentle smile is given to her, and Alucard holds out his hand.]
Then we will go to my cottage, if you like. It is a familiar place for you, and comfortable I hope.
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Mm, I want to go there. Your bed is lovely.
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[Taking her hand in his, he leads her out of bed, glad to whisk her away from this dreary apartment for awhile and the dinginess of the Down.
If he's to be intimate with her, he would rather she have some sort of luxury to it. It's only right.]
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It doesn't take the two of them too long to reach his cottage and she's soon stepping past the threshold. Off come her flats (she doesn't kick them off - she's actually trying to be polite) and she waits patiently to the side for Alucard to lead her back to his room. Once again she finds herself in his lovely room but she's here for a different reason this time. He's not here to brush her hair not is she here to feed.
Now what? Should she just...strip? Hm.]
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So he smiles to her and guides her to sit on the bed. Then, he reaches out to lift her chin with his fingers.]
May I kiss you, my lady?
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Mm, you may.
[And the thought of that gets her heart to skip a beat.]
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I want for you to tell me if you don't like something. I will stop if you don't enjoy it, and we can always try again.
But I will do everything to ensure you enjoy yourself.
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But this? This is an actual kiss.
It's a gentle, chaste contact at first, one that Diva isn't exactly expecting to be so soft. The second has her leaning back in, almost expectant, her lips pliant and willing to accept his.
Never has anyone really been so genuinely considerate. Sure, her Chevalier cared about her comfort but that was because they had to. It was necessary. This? None of this is necessary. He could very well throw her out on the street and yet here she is, sitting back on his bed, feeling light.]
I'll tell you...don't worry.
[At the very least she can guarantee that. She's never been one to be quiet when it comes to her immediate dislike of something.]
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[Another kiss is given to her neck, to her shoulder. His fingertips are tracing over her back, gentle and caring.]
I'd like to undress you, then.
[Diva never really seemed to care about her nudity much, but that doesn't make Alucard any less respectful.]
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You may. [There's a brief little pause as she looks at him thoughtfully.] You probably don't want me to fling my panties across the room, huh.
[No Diva, he probably doesn't. That being said, panties and the simple white dress she's wearing are all she's got on, so the task of getting her naked won't be a complicated one.]
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[He says it, gently teasing her with a smile.
As if she were made of glass, he is careful when undressing Diva, treating her clothes delicately and folding them aside. And he certainly doesn't intend on making this imbalanced, beginning to undress himself in return.
Many have seen him unclothed, and though the scar on his chest is hardly a point of pride, he makes no effort to conceal it or even feel grief over it.]
Lay back, my lady.
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Her eyes are on him as he undresses himself, the scar noted once it comes into view. She's fascinated by it, unable to keep her fingers to herself as she reaches out gingerly to run her index finger along the outline of it. In contrast to him she hasn't a scar marring her milky white skin - her body regenerates far too quickly for her to end up with lasting marks of any sort at all. She thought it'd have been the same for him, but he was part human, was he not?
She's told to lay back and so she does, taking her hand back before getting comfortable. Flopping down on the mattress, head hitting pillows behind her, her hair is sprawled all around her, fanned out over the duvet. It's a pretty sight to behold, if not an alluring one. She is objectively gorgeous, after all, even if there are nasty sides to her.]
Like this?
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And Diva is beautiful. Pale skin with contrasting dark hair, a sight that would please any man keen on her sex.]
Perfect, Diva.
[He brushes his own hair back with his fingers, then smooths his hands over her legs before gently pushing them apart.]
You're beautiful. I've no doubt you've been told before, but you are a remarkable sight to me.
[A kiss to her inner thigh.]
I will be glad to make you feel wonderful. I wonder how much more delightful you'll look.
[Another kiss, to her hip, before he leaves a third wet kiss just above her clit.]
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The kiss to her thigh and hip has her tilting her head up so she can look down at him, a little pink in the face at the compliments he gives her. Of course she's beautiful, she's completely aware of that fact, but to be a remarkable sight? That's a new one. So is having someone desire making her feel wonderful, at least in this sort of context. He wants to see her delighted and that, really, has her cheeks feeling warm. When his lips find their way just above her clit she can't help but look at him with wide, curious eyes. It isn't that she feels embarrassed but there's something about what he's just done that makes her heart race and her throat feel tight. Was he really supposed to be kissing down there?]
I'm sure you'll make me feel wonderful...
[She has no doubt in her mind that he will.]
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