[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?]
[The blush on her face is actually quite cute. As much as a little hellion as she is, Diva is also very lovely, and complex in the kind of person she is. Ultimately, he simply can't underestimate her.
Leaning in closer, he slides his tongue over he sex, the flat of it drawing languidly over her clit. He terribly wants to know her reaction. It's incredibly to him that she hasn't experimented, but then, who would have guided her? Alucard was well cared for by a scientist and a doctor who were methodical in educating him. Diva had no such education.]
[She isn't one to be underestimated by any means. At times she can appear and act childish, foolish if not utterly stupid, but there's a more instinctual intelligence that she has that can show itself if given the opportunity, much like her natural born talents.
Unlike Saya who was doted on and given an education, Diva spent the first fifty years of her life deprived of everything including personhood. There was no sex ed so to speak, even after she had escaped that wretched tower and had her Chevalier to tend to her needs. All she had been told were the basics and nothing more. Just enough to know what to do to 'mate' and produce offspring. Sex wasn't something she was supposed to enjoy or do out of love or passion. It was supposed to be a means to an end and nothing more, which is why she never bothered to pay it much attention in the first place. There was no need to explore her own body or ask questions. Ultimately those sorts of desires took a backseat to her bloodlust and stomach.
She's not expecting his tongue and it gets an immediate gasp out of her, a hand reaching up as she presses the pads of her fingers against her lips. It's wet and warm and the sensation is something she's never felt before - foreign but not unpleasant. If anything, it gets her to squirm just a little.]
[At her gasp, Alucard smiles to himself. Another kiss to her thigh before he's going back to slowly lavish his tongue over her. It is slow, tender, like he's basking in the taste of an exquisite treat.
His pace remains lazy, unhurried as he treats her. Finally, he gives her thigh a little nip before he's looking up at Diva.]
Good so far? [He's petting her legs and hips, aiming to be soothing.]
[Her answer comes out breathy, perhaps even a bit rushed as she keeps her gaze fixated on him. Who would've thought a tongue could feel so good down there? The nip to her thigh is like a cherry on top as her chest rises and falls, her breathing becoming more pronounced. It's clear she's getting excited and it shows on her face.]
[When he looks up, he smiles broadly, pleased to see how much she's enjoying herself. He can see it in her eyes, her face, the way she breathes. If she looked beautiful before, she is divine now.]
Good.
[Alucard bends down again, running his tongue over her clit with a little more eagerness, swirling it over and over her again with a hum, encouraging her to enjoy herself. He opens his mouth more, pressing, giving it just a very light suck before teasing with his tongue once more.]
[When his tongue glides over her clit she can't help but squirm a bit, thighs wanting to close around his ears and squeeze. There's nothing silent about Diva, each sound she makes genuine and eager, laced with underlying delight and surprise. It's an entirely new sensation and experience for her, one that she's doing her best to process and make sense of. Fingers reach down to Alucard's scalp, as she plucks a few strands to tug and curl around the digits, in a bid to keep them busy.]
[The sounds she makes are honestly incredibly adorable, and he can't help but chuckle against her, nuzzling between her thighs and licking away. It soon smooths into a pleased little groan, loving her fingers in his hair.
And carefully, he moves his mouth to snake his tongue between the folds of her sex, teasing the tip of his tongue inside.]
[If there's one thing Diva is it's vocal. She has no shame about the sounds she's making nor the volume either. Why should she? If she's enjoying herself it's only natural she'd sound pleased, that she'd find herself curling her toes with a gasp as the tip of his warm tongue enters a deeper part of her. It's not much, no, but it's enough to have her tighten the grip of her fingers in his hair. She's not pulling but there is a tug to his scalp.
His groan has her answering with one of her own, head falling back onto the pillow behind her with a puff of hot air. Part of her wants to kick her legs, to wriggle even more, but she does her best to stay still, even if it's hard to.]
Is it...is it supposed to tickle?
[Tickle isn't the right word, no, but it's the only one she's got.]
Oh, it would be my honor, my lovely Diva. I want nothing more than to ravish you right now.
[And gladly, Alucard leans back down, settling there like it's his only job in the world to please her. The dhampir uses his thumbs to carefully spread the lips of her sex apart, not pushing to hurt or pinch. A teasing lick to her clit, then he's pressing in to properly slide his tongue into her as far as he can.]
[His honour. His lovely Diva. She eats it up, truly, chest rising and falling as she sucks in shallow breaths, exhaling them as light, airy puffs. Everything he says to her is sweet, each syllable something she clings to as her heart picks up the pace. Part of her thinks she should be a lot more panicked about all of this but...there's no reason to be. He's making her feel adored and cherished and really what more could she want?
It's strange to be touched down there by fingers but the tongue is back and that's familiar, at least it is until it's inside her. There's a wanton gasp as she lets go of his hair, fingers moving to her own mouth, knees turning inward as her legs instinctively want to close. It's weird but not uncomfortable by any means. If anything she wants even more.
[Pressing as flush as he can to her sex with his face and mouth, he gradually starts to thrust his tongue in and out of her. Honestly, her little sounds and how her body doesn't quite squirm all delight him.
Nudging beside his tongue is finally a finger, just slowly pressing in and out shallowly before inching inside. His mouth slips away to go back to her clit, teasing gently and mouthing with his lips while he starts to working his finger into curling up inside, right up to his knuckle.]
[Out of all the times she's wondered what sex would be like (which admittedly isn't many) she never thought it would feel like this. Even though it's just a finger the sensation of having something inside her has her eyes widening and her head lifting once more to stare. It doesn't hurt, thankfully she's turned on and slick enough from his tongue and her own arousal that his finger enters her with little effort, but that doesn't make it any less strange.
The moan she lets out as her head falls back onto the pillow is a loud one, toes curling as the sensation of his tongue on her clit and his finger curling draws it out of her.]
[A few more teasing thrusts of his fingers are given, then both is mouth and hand pull away as he licks his lips clean. Alucard gazes down at Diva, smiling broadly at her.]
With such a wondrous singing voice, I should have known the noises you make would be just as beautiful.
[He's also sliding his tongue at his finger to more or less clean it off before his tracing his fingertips over her stomach, absently feeling how she breathes. Experimentally, he circles around one breast before he's running his wet finger over a nipple.]
[God he's indulging her. Flattery has always been something she's craved, a staple of her diet in all honesty, but when he does it she can't help but swoon. Perhaps it's because of what he is and the fact he doesn't answer to her. He's an equal in a way and isn't doing this with her out of some sort of forced loyalty. That makes it better.
His finger and tongue are gone but that doesn't mean he's stopped touching her. The glide of the digit over her stomach has her abdomen clenching, her legs instinctively moving shut as she squirms a bit on the mattress. It tickles, her breathing shallow and light. When he moves his attention to one of her breasts her breath hitches in her throat, nipple perking up at the sensation of his finger ghosting over it.
[Curious golden eyes watch her, how she reacts. Everyone is different, so he likes to see how she might end up with a preference. Here, it seems she's quite delightfully sensitive.
Both his hands cup her breasts, squeezing a little before he's lazily rolling his thumbs over both of her nipples. He's in no hurry to press himself into her, even if he's incredibly hard now, but he likes to bask in how his partners feel.]
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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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Leaning in closer, he slides his tongue over he sex, the flat of it drawing languidly over her clit. He terribly wants to know her reaction. It's incredibly to him that she hasn't experimented, but then, who would have guided her? Alucard was well cared for by a scientist and a doctor who were methodical in educating him. Diva had no such education.]
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Unlike Saya who was doted on and given an education, Diva spent the first fifty years of her life deprived of everything including personhood. There was no sex ed so to speak, even after she had escaped that wretched tower and had her Chevalier to tend to her needs. All she had been told were the basics and nothing more. Just enough to know what to do to 'mate' and produce offspring. Sex wasn't something she was supposed to enjoy or do out of love or passion. It was supposed to be a means to an end and nothing more, which is why she never bothered to pay it much attention in the first place. There was no need to explore her own body or ask questions. Ultimately those sorts of desires took a backseat to her bloodlust and stomach.
She's not expecting his tongue and it gets an immediate gasp out of her, a hand reaching up as she presses the pads of her fingers against her lips. It's wet and warm and the sensation is something she's never felt before - foreign but not unpleasant. If anything, it gets her to squirm just a little.]
Ah-
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His pace remains lazy, unhurried as he treats her. Finally, he gives her thigh a little nip before he's looking up at Diva.]
Good so far? [He's petting her legs and hips, aiming to be soothing.]
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[Her answer comes out breathy, perhaps even a bit rushed as she keeps her gaze fixated on him. Who would've thought a tongue could feel so good down there? The nip to her thigh is like a cherry on top as her chest rises and falls, her breathing becoming more pronounced. It's clear she's getting excited and it shows on her face.]
Real good.
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Good.
[Alucard bends down again, running his tongue over her clit with a little more eagerness, swirling it over and over her again with a hum, encouraging her to enjoy herself. He opens his mouth more, pressing, giving it just a very light suck before teasing with his tongue once more.]
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Ah Alucard...mnn...!
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And carefully, he moves his mouth to snake his tongue between the folds of her sex, teasing the tip of his tongue inside.]
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His groan has her answering with one of her own, head falling back onto the pillow behind her with a puff of hot air. Part of her wants to kick her legs, to wriggle even more, but she does her best to stay still, even if it's hard to.]
Is it...is it supposed to tickle?
[Tickle isn't the right word, no, but it's the only one she's got.]
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It can. Most people are very sensitive down here, so I couldn't blame you if it felt similar to it.
[A slow lick is given to her entrance, up to the clit.]
But it feels good, I hope?
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[It does feel good. Incredibly good. So much so that she's just...going to gently push his head back down. Just a little. A tiny nudge. Yep.]
...More?
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[And gladly, Alucard leans back down, settling there like it's his only job in the world to please her. The dhampir uses his thumbs to carefully spread the lips of her sex apart, not pushing to hurt or pinch. A teasing lick to her clit, then he's pressing in to properly slide his tongue into her as far as he can.]
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It's strange to be touched down there by fingers but the tongue is back and that's familiar, at least it is until it's inside her. There's a wanton gasp as she lets go of his hair, fingers moving to her own mouth, knees turning inward as her legs instinctively want to close. It's weird but not uncomfortable by any means. If anything she wants even more.
She's always wanting more.]
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Nudging beside his tongue is finally a finger, just slowly pressing in and out shallowly before inching inside. His mouth slips away to go back to her clit, teasing gently and mouthing with his lips while he starts to working his finger into curling up inside, right up to his knuckle.]
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The moan she lets out as her head falls back onto the pillow is a loud one, toes curling as the sensation of his tongue on her clit and his finger curling draws it out of her.]
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With such a wondrous singing voice, I should have known the noises you make would be just as beautiful.
[He's also sliding his tongue at his finger to more or less clean it off before his tracing his fingertips over her stomach, absently feeling how she breathes. Experimentally, he circles around one breast before he's running his wet finger over a nipple.]
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His finger and tongue are gone but that doesn't mean he's stopped touching her. The glide of the digit over her stomach has her abdomen clenching, her legs instinctively moving shut as she squirms a bit on the mattress. It tickles, her breathing shallow and light. When he moves his attention to one of her breasts her breath hitches in her throat, nipple perking up at the sensation of his finger ghosting over it.
Who would've thought she'd be so sensitive?]
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Both his hands cup her breasts, squeezing a little before he's lazily rolling his thumbs over both of her nipples. He's in no hurry to press himself into her, even if he's incredibly hard now, but he likes to bask in how his partners feel.]
And how is this, my lady?
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