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[gremlinctrouble]

The night still waning on and the house still and quiet as the mogs lay sleeping and the help now gone to their rooms. Anna sauntered through the door to the portal room, stopping a bit to wait for Ramon. Tired eyes gazed to him, lips curling into a sweetly happy smile.

"Come, Mon Cher..."

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[8th_castellan]

*His breath, by this point, had escalated into something akin to panting. His lips, when not occupied by her kisses, moved silently in breathless Spanish whispering. What he was saying could not be heard.

How long had he dreamed of a moment like this transpiring? Longer than he would dare to admit, that was certain. But still. Things other than passion, love and longing gripped at his chest. Nervousness, fear, even the smallest inkling of shame and embarressment. But all of these seemed to blend together in one strange, indescribable emotion that only seemed to drive him further into this act. Drive him further into Anna's embrace.

Doubtful thoughts, however, even now, assailed him. Was she doing this out of pity? Would she really want to...to be this "close" with a creature such as him? If it went..."that far", would he even have a hope of being a suitable and satisfying partner? But as their kissing and contact became increasingly feverish and needing, the easier it was to push those doubts aside.

When her fingers gently worked their way under his shirt, he couldn't help from arching his back at her touch, a groan escaping from his throat. He couldn't take it much longer. He needed this. He needed her. Still locked in a kiss, his fumbling fingers shakily reached up and began to unbutton his vest, intent on removing it and getting at the set of buttons for his shirt underneath. That article of clothing, after much undue slipping fingers on the many buttons, was finally, somehow taken off and tossed to the floor, the owner of it completely uncaring of where it landed. Reaching up to this his throat, his cravat shortly followed after the vest.

But before he could finish off with his shirt, his hands were shortly distracted. Namely, by Anna's body. When she seemed to shift forward slightly, his hands were immediately to her hips as if to brace her. They lingered there for a moment, savoring her womanly contours. Then, haltingly, almost as if frightened of doing so, the young castellan's hands slowly trailed upwards, resting for a moment on her stomach...and then paused. They remained there as he pulled from their kiss with a gasp.*

...A-Anna...D-Do...Do you really want this...? M-May I-

...May I touch you...? May I love you...?

[gremlinctrouble]

Her lips lingered on his skin, trailing slowly from the edge of Ramon's jaw to the dip between his collarbones. Tongue dashed out suddenly, tip barely touching his flesh. The taste of the undead washed through her mouth, a taste she once found as a personal aphrodisiac. The woman mewled softly, fingers gripping to the side of his trousers to ward herself from simply mauling the young man for his wilds.

Whimpering out her words, Anna winced in her pouts, eyes flicking up to Ramon's own in her silent plead.

"Ramon... Please... Take it. Take it all..."

[8th_castellan]

*Another groan slipped past his lips as the feeling of her tongue flicking along his collarbone fueled his desire. At this point, the voices of doubt and distaste were completely inaudible, totally vanquished. He didn't care anymore, he just wanted her.

Haltingly, his hands began to travel upward again, a soft moan emitting from him when they finally found her breasts. They remained still (albeit, shaking slightly) for several moments, just resting there. But after another desperate whimper from him, they slowly began to massage what lay beneath them.

Oh Lord, it all felt so good, so good...!

He then became vaguely aware of her occasional tugging on his lower clothing. Part of him wondered if he should continue with undressing the rest of the way. Reluctantly removing his hands, he quickly began undoing the buttons on his shirt that Anna hadn't already dealt with herself. Once he had shrugged out of that and discarded it to the bedroom floor, he began to work on the buttons of his trousers, albeit a bit more slowly.*

((I SOOOO want Anna to go over to this thread and blow poor Claire's mind in some fashion or another. *begs!*))

[gremlinctrouble]

Fingers loosened on his trousers to bring light of the candle lit room to her stomach. The ribbon that laced the robe to her was tugged loose, the fabric falling open to reveal both flesh and lace. Pale skin stippled from her own excitement smoothed down, bare of her chest to the fall of her breasts smoothing down to Ramon's own as he lowered her body towards him, kisses trailing to his stomach once the shirt was left to lay on the floor.

Anna mewed and whimpered in a hungry fashion with each kiss, daring herself not to clamp teeth down on him. Once and again she exhales softly, hot air creeping over his skin and curling back onto her cheeks.

[8th_castellan]

*His panting only became more rapid, a lingering moan escaping him once again when her smooth, pale skin slid against his own. His hands again found their way to her chest, his breath catching slightly as he felt along their smooth contours now unfettered by obstructive clothing. But they soon slid out of his grasp when Anna slowly worked her way down, trailing kisses along his stomach. He arched his back in response to her lips' soft contact, no longer caring about how audible his empassioned moaning was becoming. His fingers, no longer occupied by her body, gripped feverishly to the bedsheets beneath him as he gaspingly whispered her name, begging her for more.*

[gremlinctrouble]

((X|!! I HIT MAH KNEE!))

Sweetly purring, her throat humming soft moans before her lips trail stopped just before the half open fly of his trousers. Letting fingertips glid on the mottled skin of the boy beneath her, she brought grip to the rest of the buttons. Lusciously wild orange eyes peered up at him as her fingers continued their work, her smirk growing a tad wider as each button unfastened.

The reactions from the young man were tasteful enough for her, giving her mind the innocence she loved to toy with. Moanings returned while needy lips fell back to the skin just below the hem of his pants, nose nuzzling his skin before lowering slowly, inch by inch.

[8th_castellan]

((*laughs at you* Wait, no, I mean: Aw, poor thing!))

*His yellow eyes widened when they met her own orange ones looking up at him devilishly. Oh...Oh lord, was she going to-...?

His reeling mental query didn't even have time to complete itself. Crying out, his orgasmic moaning escalating to near-screaming, he arched his back so severely in response that his shoulders no longer touched the matress. His fingers dug into the sheets, gripping at them all the more tighter. His eyes squeezed shut, as if trying to concentrate on the feeling washing over his whole being, and feverish words began slipping out from his agape, panting mouth.*

A-Aah...! AH!! A-Anna! Yes, Anna, yes! It feel s-so good, so good...!