tampered | Log: Ongoing

Log: Ongoing

When: December 24th
Rating: ~~PG-13 shading upward thanks to the sexuality curse, warnings for implication at the very least~~. Let's go ahead and just edit that up to R now.
Characters: Walter Dornez

dark_butler and Rayne

just_rayne
Summary: Sexuality curse day for a vampire who's been celibate for years and a dhampir whose appetites tend toward the bloody. A match made in... the City, it seems.
Log:

Walter didn't pace. That would have been unseemly at best, and perhaps a bit desperate seeming. Just because he was suddenly remembering just what he'd been missing over years and years of celibacy and a woman whom he wouldn't have to fear harming was coming over... why would he pace?

So, this Rayne would arrive. And he would...?

Improvise. He was good at that.

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She loved it when a guy was willing to work to get her out of her uniform. Her hands went to her Brimstone choker and yanked it off leaving her neck bare. An invitation of sorts after the nip he had place at her jaw.

Then she set to work relieving him of his clothing. Which was not a hard task in the least as she bent forward to brush her tongue over his lips teasingly; to entice him into another kiss.

Walter almost hesitated at the wordless invitation. Whether it was the curse, or vampirism, or a certain calculating coldness he'd had since he was first Hellsing's trash man, he couldn't say, but a cold voice in the back of his head said he could kill her if she became a ghoul and she wouldn't actually die in this place.

A sort of hard reboot, that cold voice suggested.

It was enough for him.

He trailed more hard nips down her jaw and neck until his tongue brushed over her jugular while he finished with those buckles and slipped a hand under the loosened cloth to the skin beneath.

Her body shuddered when tongue brushed over her the vein in her neck at the same time as his hand finding its way under her clothing. She could feel her vampire blood awakening and that was just what she wanted. It was just what she needed in this type of encounter. "Go ahead, I can handle it," she heaved breathily, her own fangs becoming even more pronounced.

Her eyes flicked between green and red as she allowed her nails to scrape across the exposed flesh of his chest. Before her hands went to his belt buckle.

That was all the invitation Walter needed and more. Drawing her tightly against him, his elongated canines dragged across her skin before he allowed himself the singular luxury of sliding them through the layers to the vein and blood beneath. The true novelty being that the person in his arms was completely willing.

And apparently about to open his trousers. Something he minded not in the least.

This wasn't the first time Rayne had allowed a vampire to feed from her. And it wouldn't be the last. Walter had mentioned that he had never played rough as a vampire so perhaps he didn't realize just how fucking orgasmic it was to be feed upon....maybe she would show him later. She melted into his embrace allowing him to have his fill.

Her eyes finally turning completely red with the rapture she was feeling and this was just the apetitizer.

Walter leaned back against the wall, using the arm around Rayne's waist to easily lift her body off the floor to bring her with him. He wasn't ready to give up the flow of blood from the wounds in her throat yet.

But under his hand was soft skin, hard muscle, ribs, and after a long moment, the soft swell of a breast.

She could feel her feet leave the floor as he continued to feed upon her. Her mind was still clear enough to know that if she let him go on much longer they wouldn't get the chance to enjoy any other pleasures. Oh and she wanted to go so much further.

Wrapping one of her legs around his waist she braced herself and used her strength to push him away. Not wanting to give him a chance to protest her cutting him off from her blood, her mouth descended upon his in a fervored kiss. The taste of her own blood only serving to entice her more.

Walter's growled complaint cut off almost before it could start. He couldn't help but notice that the leg around his waist brought them into more intimate contact than before.

Giddy from non-human blood, Walter's self-control was slipping, the gentle touch he'd been using grew rougher, fingernails scraping harder over sensitive skin.

He was vaguely aware that there was a wholly unused bed in the other room, and a couch just a few steps away, but too absorbed in the taste of Rayne to care just yet.

Rayne let out a muffled moan at feeling Walter's hands roaming her body. She really wanted the rest of these clothes off. Finally yanking his shirt off of his shoulders to his elbows and letting her nails drag down the same path.

She let her leg drop from his waist as she trailed wet hot kisses down his neck and chest. Finally pulling his shirt off the rest of the way. She pulled him into another fiery kiss, while her hands finished the job with his belt buckle and pants.

Remarkably, Rayne seemed to be wearing something even tighter than his trousers. He let her finish with them while he lets his hands drift lower, exploring for an idea of just how her pants came off when they felt to have been painted on.

That it was an opportunity to explore what was in her pants as well was the pants themselves was just an added benefit.

Beginning to feel a bit impatient, Rayne grabbed ahold of one of Walter's hands and guided it toward the tight lacing on the back of her pants. Not that she didn't like his touches it was quite the opposite all this groping and roaming was making her even more eager to lose her clothes.

Walter's fingers were well-suited to the task of dealing with the laces. It was a matter of moments before he tossed the laces aside and worked the tight pants over her hips and down, going to his knees as he drew them off and provided her with an opportunity to learn first-hand that vampires from his world had rather "interesting" tongues.

She felt his hands pull her into him. His breathe hot and ready to taste her wetness. Feeling his tongue was making her swell.

She dug her hands in his dark hair. His tongue was making her loose herself in ecstasy.

Hands up between her thighs to clasp her backside (and a shapely one, at that,) Walter lifted Rayne off the floor to lean her back against the wall. Braced that way, he was able to lavish careful attention on her, interspersing long sweeps of his tongue with careful nips and suckling.

He'd abstained for many years and he wanted to be sure that she wasn't disappointed with the experience.

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Log: Ongoing

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