[NSFW] RP Log with masquebelle | The Art of Seduction

[fraserphoenix]

Mathieu was having trouble remembering the last time he had been vetted so thoroughly while trying to enter the grounds of Blaise's home. He had heard that Emmeline was back, and as much as he'd tried to stay away to start with - a yearning to just be around her won out. He didn't want to be alone with the grief he was feeling for his father. His father who had passed away not that long ago, and the man that was responsible for Blaise Embracing Mathieu in the first place. He had saved his son's life, even if it meant watching him become Kindred. And now Mathieu had struggled to watch his father's life come to an end. His father had remained well and truly mortal, and while most children outlived their parents, Mathieu was still only young where Kindred were concerned. This was the first real loss he'd experienced. Anyone else he had not known for long enough to truly feel effected by their passing, and his mother had died while he had still been mortal.


Mathieu rode his motorcycle up the expansive driveway now that he had finally passed security, and stopped right at the front steps. He stayed sitting for a moment as he pulled off his helmet and looked up at the place in the moonlight. He knew he risked pissing off Emmeline by showing up while he was so dreadfully boring. She would probably not stomach his 'moping', but he really did just need to see her. It had been almost a year, and she was still the closest thing to a companion that he had. He was guilty of still being a man slut, more than willing to trade on his looks and power to score and to score frequently. Emmeline was just the one consistency and had been ever since he'd met her.

He finally climbed off the bike, and took the stairs two at a time before the door opened just in time to admit him. The guards always buzzed ahead, so really there was no such thing as surprising Blaise, Juliette or Emmeline now that she was back here. Mathieu nodded at the servant holding the door open before his gaze flicked to where Emmeline was apparently waiting for him and smirked at her before closing the gap and kissing her passionately. "Love the outfit. You always greet visitors in your lingerie?"

"Oui, I do, mon amour. You're just going to have to wait in line for your turn," Emmeline teased back with an indulgent smirk on her dark red lips. They matched the blood red lingerie she had on complete with suspenders and fish-nets. Truth was, she was about to hit the town for 'dinner' and had been in the process of getting dressed. Blaise was in a strange and predatory mood, having left earlier himself. His eyes said it all, though, and Emmeline just deduced the Slayer was to blame again. She was getting bored with this already and she hardly knew of the girl beyond their conversation on the stairs. It wasn't just a standard mood for Blaise, though. He was almost untouchable, no one dared to get in his way, but he wasn't blaringly obvious to be furious. He just had an air that anyone knew not to even attempt getting close to him, not even Juliette. This was strange, and Emmeline planned to get to the bottom of it.

She pushed her fingers through his hair and pressed herself possessively up against him, looking over his face. "I would have thought you were dead, stranger, but you already took care of that, non?" she purred. Any other chick would probably go off in a huff at this juncture, but with her and Mathieu, they usually just picked right up where they left off, like no time had passed. She would punish him later for it, likely with handcuffs and maybe a no-touch policy for a little while.

Mathieu dipped his head to lick along to curve of her perfect neck, growling low in his throat as his hands ran down her body to her ass and pulled her right up against him as he rolled his hips forward. Now that he was here, he realised that it really was Emmeline that he needed. No other encounter had served to take his mind off the death of his father, or to give him the comfort that he desired. Emmeline did both without even realising. "Moi? No, no, cherie, it is not me that went missing. You were the one disappearing to New York. I had to stay here... My father has passed away," he finally revealed softly before nipping at her throat as he slipped a hand past the edge of her panties to squeeze her ass affectionately. "I really did miss the feel of your body, Em."

"I did not disappear, I was off being gorgeous and amazing. They cannot get enough of me over there. I could have had my pick of lovers, but I come back to your sorry ass," Emmeline teased, tipping her head back and indulging in the sensation of his lips and tongue tracing over the curve of her throat. She didn't care if they were in the foyer, or who would see. She never did. But as soon as he continued and the words hung heavily in the air, she straightened up to look at him, dumbfounded. It wasn't that she didn't know Mathieu's father was elderly, but the man seemed to just go on forever, despite not being Kindred. "Mon ange... you cannot be okay with this," she deduced quietly, tracing the tips of her fingers over his strong jaw and watching him in concern.

Mathieu's gaze dropped to the floor now that the mood was broken and he gave a small shake of his head. "This... this is why I didn't want to say. You don't need to be forced to give me sympathy, to indulge me in my sadness." He reached out to rub his hand against her side, feeling the fabric of the lingerie against the palm of his hand. He quickly let it drop back to his side and met her gaze with a small smile. "I just wanted to see you. I needed you."

Emmeline gave him a small frown and then shoved him lightly in the shoulder. "I would have chained you to an inanimate object and poked a lot of sharp pointy things into your genitals if you did not tell me," she insisted, still watching him closely. "What are you saying with this abomination of comments? 'Forced to give you sympathy'? I should slap you stupid for saying something like that. I am offended. You do not think I am capable of caring for you? I am more than a pair of tits and an ass, you know. You of all people should know better than that. When did he pass? Why was I not told? I would have returned for you, you know I would have."

Mathieu's eyebrows went up slightly. "Do I? Nothing we have done has been particularly... deep. It has mostly been physical. An incredibly long physical relationship, but the emphasis really has been on that side of things. We are capable of talking when we need to, but we have never experienced anything like this together. Neither of us have had lovers to lose, and your family was gone long before I met you. I do not mean to sound like a bastard, Em, but I'm just trying to show you why I wasn't completely confident in telling you. In thinking that you would have returned for me. It was a fortnight ago. He just closed his eyes, and that was it. I am grateful that it wasn't painful, but it is still something I am struggling to cope with. He was my father. He had Blaise give me something akin to eternal life, but did not want it for himself. I've never not had him in my life."

Emmeline pulled away, unable to help being hurt by what he was saying. "Just because we had not visited it, did not mean we were crippled as to it," she said with a small hiss, glaring at him when her arms came to be crossed over her chest. "Does Blaise know? Have you even spoken to him about it? You know he cares about you, he would not want you hurting. As I would not, even if you feel me incapable of anything beyond fornicating with you. Did you really expect to just go through this alone? Because of all that, it is proof you should be anything but that. You are to come stay here for a little while. It does not make you less of a man to grieve when grief is necessary. Unless you wish to just bury it in a string of meaningless sexual encounters with tarts you pick up in the wrong parts of town," she said, unable to completely veil the bitterness in her tone.

Mathieu tilted his head as he watched Emmeline, not sure when her telling him off had suddenly turned into her demanding that he come stay here. He couldn't help but start to smile and moved in to take her in his arms again to stop her from pacing. He pressed a kiss against her cheek. "Consider me suitably sorry for any hurt I have caused you. I choose to blame it on my not thinking properly in the wake of what happened. And for the record, I did still come here even after thinking all of that. I came here because I need to be with you, for you to care for me. I need hugs and kisses, and kind words. I need sympathy sex, and the occasional feed," he murmured as he tried to give her his best puppy eyes. There were still some mortal things he was capable of, and giving puppy dog eyes was one of them. "If I stay here, does that mean I stay with you, or are you going to put me in some separate room? If I stayed with you, there would be no need for the meaningless sexual encounters with tarts I pick up in the wrong parts of town. By the way, green is not your colour, mon amour. Blaise... doesn't know. He's had enough on his plate."

There was a soft growl of frustration to hear Mathieu hadn't even told Blaise. "You must, cherie. He will be hurt if he thinks you kept this from him. He has a very large plate, you know. He could also use the distraction. This whole... mess in the Slayer business is not him. I do not understand it. He would wish to see you," she insisted. "And I think you need him too. You are just too stubborn to admit it. You are always welcome here, you know that. Merde! You bear his name. That is an important key." She took his hand and started to lead him in the direction of the stairs. "If you stay in my room, does that mean your eye will not wander as long as you share my bed? Feed as you wish, but you are here, your cock belongs to me."

Mathieu followed along willingly but when they reached the top of the stairs he came up closer behind her to nuzzle against her dark hair as he all but purred. "And there I was thinking you'd never ask for my cock. Of course my eye isn't going to wander, Em. Just like I hope your thighs won't go wandering. I'm not the only one with a healthy appetite, am I? Are you really sure you're ready for this cock to go exclusive and for you to play the adoring lover? I'm in a very delicate place, you know. I need lots of TLC." He smiled as he pulled away again, and gave her hand a squeeze. "I'll talk to Blaise in a little bit. Promise. I've barely seen him since this Slayer business started, so I don't really know what's going on. I just know that when Blaise withdraws into himself, and this place, that it's serious."

Emmeline tilted her chin up a little as she contemplated him. "You know no man ever lives up to you, mon belle. They are just so much more appealing to feed on when they are in total adoration of me. The taste is so much more sucré. And I expect and demand it to go exclusive as long as I am in your presence. You know I love and adore pushing all those sensitive buttons of yours. We have much time to make up for," she reminded him, sauntering away from him in the direction of her quarters. She glanced over her shoulder at him coyly. "He took off earlier. She is forever pissing him off. Why he keeps going back for more is beyond me. She is so... moyenne."

Mathieu blinked as he watched her walk away, his gaze slipping to her ass as he sucked on his bottom lip briefly before he peeled off his leather jacket and carried it in his hand as he started to follow again. "You love my sensitive buttons so much, you enjoy calling me 'my beautiful'? Now, I know I am grieving, but that's just a little too feminine for me, mon cherie. And you know better than anyone that I am always faithful to you when we are together. Name one time my cock has strayed. How do you even find a man who is not in total adoration of you, hm? You're beautiful, sexy, famous, and entirely addictive." He dropped the jacket to the floor as soon as he was inside her quarters and was now working on getting the boots off and his shirt. He soon kicked both aside before he slipped his arms around her waist and guided her towards the dressing table, positioning them in front of the mirror so she could see them both. "You enjoy the power you have over men far too much, I think. You just don't want them to have power over you."

"Wimp," Emmeline returned in amusement. She watched calmly as he disrobed and didn't put up a fight when he led her over to the dressing table. She watched him via the mirror, her eyes already taking a vague silver hue that had nothing to do with anger and everything to do with lust and passion. "I will take men as my equal, never in domination of me. There are tarts and working girls for that. I am far superior to the lowlives of this earth. If I can have the best, why not demand it? No man has ever wished to truly challenge me. I fear even you sometimes wonder what it would be like to be stuck with me forever."

Mathieu swept her hair back so that her neck was once again exposed and kissed along it before scraping his teeth over the same trail. His fingers splayed possessively over her abdomen as he pulled her back against him. His own eyes had taken on a similar hue, and there was a hunger he hadn't felt in weeks. His other hand slipped into her bustier to cup her breast in his hand. "I wonder, and I have to admit it is something that I want. It's just something that I am not prepared to ask for. I don't need you deciding that I am not your equal after all, that you would wind up getting bored of me. That is the only thing that stops me."

Emmeline leant back in against him, her eyes slipping closed when she felt the familiar sensation of his hand on her breast. It always felt right, like his hands belonged touching her as much as even her own did. "Oh, mon amour..." she murmured, a soft purr edging her tone. She reached behind her and started to massage him through his pants. "You did not even tell me your father had departed us. You did not wish my comfort in the first instance. Are we ready for something such as promising our souls to each other?"

"Of course I did. Do you not listen to me, Em? Maybe I was wary about how you would react to my wanting your comfort, but that doesn't mean that it wasn't my first impulse." Mathieu let out a growl at the feel of her hand and rocked his hips forward. The leather pants would do him no favours when it came to getting hard, but he really didn't care. It would be worth it. He squeezed her breast in his hand and felt the nipple harden under his palm. He moved his hand slowly so that she would get some sense of friction and bit down a little harder on her neck, but kept his fangs tucked away for the moment. "You will always have my soul, mon amour. If you haven't figured that out yet, maybe we do have some talking to do."

Emmeline was painfully independent and sure of herself. She was the epitome of a rich snob and really didn't like anyone trying to take control of her unless she requested it. Mathieu had always been the only one she let those tight holds slip with. Beyond Blaise and Juliette, he was the only one she trusted. They were similar age at the time of their Embrace, too, she just had hundreds of years on him. It didn't change anything, though. They had gotten under each other's skin as soon as Blaise had Sired him. She was present when he had been brought to the manor for the Embrace and had witnessed the whole thing. What he didn't know was that she had sat with him during his death and his turning, but then Blaise had requested her departure so his transition wasn't confusing. "Talking..." she smirked, trying to cover how shaky she got at the prospect of connecting with someone, taking a mate. "You always get distracted when we talk too deeply," she teased.

Mathieu bit back a hum of agreement. He knew she was right, but he didn't want to let her in on that. He also slid his hand from her stomach further down to tease his fingers against the inside of her thigh. "There's a first time for everything. Maybe this time we can manage sex and talking deeply. Squeeze a little feeding in there and we'll be the masters of multitasking. We're Kindred, cherie. We are awesome at everything." He watched her reflection in the mirror briefly. "I'm not asking you to be my mate right now. We have time. Plenty of time. I am more than content with any exclusivity you give me."

Emmeline put her other hand up behind his neck and pulled him down into a hungry kiss. Her whole body felt like it was already on fire with anticipation. He never failed to do this to her. He could get her coming undone from the smallest of touches. It was never just sex with them, it was the whole package. He was probably largely why in the last few decades, no man had a chance of being with her beyond one or two encounters before she was discarding them like an empty milk carton. No one lived up. She pulled out of the kiss, licking her lips. "And what if I demand marriage along with it?" she challenged.

Mathieu nearly pulled away at the question, not sure if he'd actually heard her correctly. "You would want marriage and mateship? Well, when you really want something you just go all out, don't you? It's part of what I love about you, Em. Never do anything by halves." He rubbed his nose against hers as his fingers slipped past the edge of her panties and between her heated folds. He rubbed the tip of one finger against her clit slowly, teasingly before he kissed her against. His teeth caught her bottom lip as he tugged on it. "I don't really want to share you with anyone else, mon amour. Those tarts you're not so fond of just pass the time until I get to see you again. Just figured you weren't ever going to be the settling down type, so I never tried to be either. Those men you want worshipping you? I still want to tear them to fucking shreds for getting any kind of attention off you. It just makes it a little easier to swallow knowing they're food."

"Nothing but," Emmeline confirmed as she started to lose it under his touch. She was melted back against him now, her legs lying apart just for him. The corset felt restrictive, but she knew she looked stunning in it. Perfect choice, as far as she was concerned. It had been months since they had been together, and she really hoped the Scot sleeping not too far down the hall of her quarters was drugged enough to be sleeping soundly, because Emmeline would never apologise for how loud she was in the fit of passion. Especially not with Mathieu. Blaise wasn't home, and Juliette was more than aware Mathieu had arrived. It wouldn't be anything new to her, and she and Blaise gave as good as they got. She quickly worked the zip down on his leather pants and slipped her fingers into the confines. Luckily her hands were small and she was highly skilled in this department. Her fingers tightened around his cock with a possessive squeeze. "We take each other, we take all of each other. I am not looking for a BFF for life."

"Like Blaise and Juliette?" Mathieu offered with an arch of his eyebrow as he closed his mouth over her throat again and ran his tongue over it before sucking at it to bruise it. He was taking his time. He knew sinking his teeth into her was inevitable but for now he just wanted to enjoy the foreplay. He gripped her breast tightly as her hand closed around his cock. His body immediately reacted, the erection forming instantly. She had just as strong of an effect on him as he did on her. He was never apologetic for it. There had been occasions when they'd appeared together in public for some promotional thing for whatever fashion labels where he'd sported an erection in his tux all because he'd been close to her. He was just lucky Emmeline had never been adverse to finding somewhere private and taking care of him. "Fuck it, Em. Marry me. Take me. I want it all. I want you." On that last word his shifted the finger between her folds to push it up deep inside her and slowly start to stroke her as his thumb now rubbed against her clit.

It was one hell of a marriage proposal, but it wasn't like there was any chance they would ever do anything conventionally. Anything serious or deep would probably always be done during sex or foreplay for them. Emmeline had been right before, they rarely talked deeply, but now that his father had passed away, and things all around them were shifting dramatically, it was more than time they started something. She let out a loud and pleasured moan, her head resting back against his chest as she pushed her hips forward in response, trying to take him even deeper still. "You have to ask Blaise's permission," she added deviously, never going to let him off easily with any of this. She was still a traditional country girl at heart, somewhere deep down inside beyond the gorgeous and expensive exterior. Her hand pushed lower and she sunk her nails teasingly into his balls, enough to cause some pain and indicate the hold she had over him. It was brief and she was soon back to pumping his cock firmly in her fist, getting lost in what he was doing between her legs and how hard and hot he felt against her palm.

Mathieu growled as he looked at their reflections. He pulled his hand out of her corset so that he could work on pushing down her underwear and his pants. He caught her hand from around his cock as he pulled her forward so that she was leaning against the dresser and he could rub his hard length between her ass cheeks as he smirked at her in the mirror. She wasn't the only one that was feeling devious. If she wanted to play her games, then he'd go right ahead and play his own. He ran his tongue over her shoulder blades as her hair fell forward and exposed her skin. "I'll ask Blaise's permission if you at least trust me with picking out the ring and don't try to tell me what to fucking get. I do actually have taste, mon cherie."

Some of the things from the surface of the dresser were knocked roughly onto the floor, and neither paid any mind to it. The way she was leaning, her breasts were pushed up against her arm and it afforded him a perfect view of her cleavage via the mirror. She smirked at him through the reflection, her lips red and swollen from the intense kissing. She ran her tongue slowly across them, her eyes shining silver as she watched him hungrily. Her own fangs had already descended in anticipation and the hunger pulsed through her. "Just so long as it is at least eight carats, mon amour," she growled back.

Mathieu chuckled low in his throat as he let go of her hand to get a grip of his cock and guide it to her entrance. He pushed just the tip of it inside her teasingly as his gaze slipped briefly to her cleavage in the mirror and his fangs finally popped out. As he thrust deep inside Emmeline he lowered his head to bite into her neck, fingers rubbing against her clit as he started a fast, hard rhythm. He fed from her hungrily as the pulses of pleasure centred at the base of his spine and made him groan. When he pulled back he licked her blood from his lips before he healed over the wound with his tongue. His lips pressed against her ear as he pushed deep inside her, making the dresser shake from the force. "I think you already know I'd never do anything less than double digits, Em. Fuck, I missed you. I missed everything about you. And I really could have used you when my Dad died... I couldn't even go the funeral."

Talking should have been impossible by this point, but they were both so skilled in the tasks at hand that it was never an issue. A perfectly normal conversation being carried out in a far from normal situation. They hardly missed a beat in their discussions, save for Emmeline moaning his name loudly and demanding he go just that little bit harder. She didn't let any other man take her like this. Ever. It was one of her prime rules in any seducation. It was something saved for Mathieu and Mathieu only. No one else knew her body like he did. "We will recitfy that," she promised through another frustrated growl. She reached up and grabbed his hair, trying to pull him down towards her. No way was he going to feed and leave her high and dry. Her hunger was climaxing well before she was. A soft, desperate plea of "Matty..." fell from her lips, and it came as half a warning that she would get rough if he didn't indulge her. It wouldn't be the first time. She definitely had the capabilities of giving as much as she got.

Mathieu didn't indulge her immediately. He couldn't really help that he wanted her to just beg that little bit before he gave him. With him behind her, it wasn't exactly easy for her to sink her fangs into him, and Mathieu had known that when he'd started this. He kept thrusting into her hard and deep for a few more beats before he pulled out and had her sitting up on the dresser in the blink of an eye before he was deep inside her again. He smiled up at her, and tugged down in her corset to reveal her breasts before dipping his head and kissing at them. "Always so beautiful, Em. If I am to stay here, I insist you are naked every moment were are in your quarters."

This was more like it. She could see his eyes, even just briefly. Her shoulders were pushed up against the mirror and she wrapped her legs around his waist, locking him in place as he continued to drive into her hard and fast. A bottle of expensive perfume fell off the dresser and managed to smash against the leg of the chair. Like she even cared about something as insignificant as that. He was still staying infuriatingly out of reach for her to just sink her teeth into him. It was riling her up, and her eyes flashed a sharp silver as she forced her hips forward and clenched down around him. She watched him admire her breasts. She might not be hugely endowed in that area, but they were perfect. She never tired of hearing that, either. "And I insist you lick every inch of me, amour."

Mathieu flashed her a grin with his fangs still showing as he stretched up to meet her in a kiss and stop being so out of her reach as he gripped at her thigh tightly. "Not really going to be an issue. I have every intention of reacquainting my tongue with every inch of you. Just like a certain amount of inches of me are already getting back in touch with you. Now bite me, Em. I know you want to. We can go over the other demands after."

There was no asking twice. She had his head shoved to the side with her cheek while her hands remained busy gripping hold of him as he took her deeply, and she sunk her fangs into him with a purred moan of pleasure. His blood was everything she anticipated and more. How had she gone so long without it? The hunger seemed to only increase as she fed off him, and the ecstasy flooded over her as the rush of sexual pleasure and the thrill of feeding mixed together and engulfed her. It was only now words failed her, the banter dying into silence when the animalistic tendencies took over. This was one of the best parts. He had her controlled with his extremely talented cock and she had him in her clutches with her teeth. It was like the whole world disappeared and exploded around them. He was the only thing she was focused on.

He had a hand braced against the mirror behind Emmeline as his fingers dug even deeper into her thigh to the point they would probably leave bruises. He still managed to push deep inside her on every thrust, even as the orgasmic rush of being fed from started to envelope him. He grunted on each movement before there was a low, deep growl as his muscles tensed and his body shook as the climax tore through him. It was a combination of sexual gratification and the ecstasy of her fangs piercing his skin, but it was also just being around Emmeline once again pure and simple. He probably should have slumped down in defeat by now, but he was still moving, still thrusting into her. The rhythm had just become slow and languid, like now there was no rush to be anywhere but right between her legs.

It was enough feeling him lose control against her. That was something she was very sure she would never, ever tire of feeling. She kept selfishly feeding to just the last possible moment, and was still biting down hard on his throat when her own orgasm hit and she gripped hold of him with painful force. She pulled back during the last vestiges of it, her head dropped back against the mirror as she licked her lips, not wanting to lose even the smallest drops of his blood. She healed the puncture marks and found herself laughing slightly as he moved inside her. She gripped the muscles of his back to still him, ready to just melt in the wake of the satisfying fuck and fulfilling feed. "Mmm..." she murmured and looked up at him through heavy-lidded eyes. "Not too bad for a first round."