Nassor was only a little shocked by her surprised reaction, scars were generally never something plesant - neither to receive, nor remember. But he would persist now, as he knew the best way to cope with a problem was to talk about it. And so, he would pursue the answer to his question. He gets up on the bed, moving over to sit behind her. One leg drapes over the side of the bed, while he sits on the heel of the other. Curling an arm about her middle, he draws her to him. Assuming she'd let him, naturally. Bowing his head over her shoulder, he breathes softly, and continues. <span style='color:#808080'>"It's alright, you know. I know we haven't known each other very long.."</span> Little more than an hour! His subconcious scoffed. <span style='color:#808080'>"but you can believe me when I say, I'm not the type to run screaming from horror stories."</span> His features bloom into a smile, and he attempts to wrap the other arm around her, hugging her from behind. Pausing another moment, the male whispers into her collar, <span style='color:#808080'>"If you'll let me, I promise I'll listen to your story unbiased, and battle away your demons when you're done."</span> He places a kiss in the same spot, and his arms momentarily tighten around her, as if accentuating his strength and willingness to protect her. Now all he had left, was awaiting her reaction to his request.
<span style='color:gray'> Quite shocked, yet frightfully pleased to feel strong, charcoal arms wrap about her middle, Odi leans back into Nassor's chest. Never before had she felt such security with another, especially with someone that she met roughly an hour ago! Slipping her left hand down from her neck, to rest it quietly over one of Nassor's hands, the feline nods quietly. There wasn't really much for her to say - it wasn't much of a story.. But even so, it was impossible to say no to such kind and caring words. "Really, Love.. There isn't much of a story to tell. It's not like I'm ashamed of myself, I let it happen - I just.. Didn't want to frighten you off, or worse.." Not really acknowledging her own words, Odi trails off, gathering her legs back up onto the bed. Fitting snuggly in between Nassor's legs, she debates on how to tell the charcoal coloured male. Although having only met him an hour ago, the duo-banded 'dragon felt the need to keep Nassor happy. Should she tell him the whole pointless story? How it happened our of no where when she was out running one morning a mere few weeks ago? That an ancient night feeder fed her lines of the fantastic creature that he was, with his seductive flowing movemnts and his immortality? No. "I.. I'm a Vampire."</span>
Nassor considered this bit of information carefully. A vampire? What was there to say to that? It wasn't that he didn't believe her.. but how often do you meet a vampire? Was she being honest? Or toying with his gullibility? A hundred questions flew through his head at that moment. The quantity shocked even him, the most prominent were: How long ago did it happen? Who did it to her? Did she, could she have, done it to herself? Was she really of schooling age? What would it mean for the two of them? Nuzzling his head down into her the nape of her neck, the male's curiosity gets the better of him, <span style='color:#808080'>"What's it like? Being a vampire."</span>
<span style='color:gray'> Feeling Nassor nuzzle quietly into her neck, a smile drew silently over feminine features. Unsure how to explain such an alien feeling - Odi was slowly becoming more and more aware that the charcoal coloured male sat behind her not only provided a source of eye-candy and lust - but he was making her feel happy. Turning around in her sitting position slightly, Odi soon resides facing sideways, her back up against Nassor's leg which dangled over the edge of the bed. Aware now that the ashen grey male was neither afraid, nor trying to run, Odi seemed quite content again, and willing to speak. "Honestly? ..It's not really that different from regular, mortal life. Of course, there's the feeding, which I haven't even tried yet, really.. Once when I was first transformed - but that was all part of the ritual." Refering to the need to drink the blood of the night feeder that has near drained you of all yours, Odi thought back breifly to the moment of her transformation. It had been extremely early in the morning, and she was running along the alleyways of the Mainland - the streets far to busy for such a speedy little thing as herself. An ancient creature had set his eyes upon her from the shadows, taking her swiftly in his arms as though she belonged to him. It was an odd morning.. One with events that the feline hadn't expected. Making sure not to disturb Nassor's arms, wich still lay snuggly around polar white waist, Odi soon wrapped her own arms, polar white with duo-bands of scarlet and black, around the semi-naked male's neck. Her muzzle soon pressed lightly into his nape, Odi stayed content in this position, planting a small kiss in the smae spot every once or a while. Each time, fangs drew closer, grazing the light layer of thin, motley, stone coloured fur. Dare she put forward the idea that had slowly been seeping and leaking into her mind..? All the while, as she spoke in soft tones, laced heavily with the natural seduction that comes with becoming a Vampire, lips and fangs skimmed over Nassor's neck. "You know, Love.. You could be one too.. All it would take is a few moments of pain, and then we could live forever.. Together. We'd have all the time in the world and more to pleasure one another.." With her last few words, Odi slipped one hand down from around the dark grey neck, and trailed her fingers slowly down Nassor's chiseled chest, resting them just above a certain sensitive crotch area for a few seconds alone. Naughty, restless fingers, then rose ever so slightly, and started to work on the button and zipper of the ashen grey male's jeans. With all undone, delicate fingers slipped softly into the tight gap between skin and material - finger tips tickling just above Nassor's genitals. All the while, waiting for a reply, kisses were continually placed upon the nape of Nassor's neck, lips and fangs grazing and nipping - though not breaking the skin without permission.</span>
A soft growl of pleasure is all that bubbles forth from partially parted deep grey lips of the male. Her dancing fingertips and soft kisses were re-awakening the beast inside, something he was prepared to let loose. Massaging her side with one hand while the other arm remains motionless, wrapped around her, he nods. Pain was something he was no stranger to. And the idea of living forever somehow appealed, especially if he were to have this seductive prize for eternity. He agreed without too much thought, but enough that he wasn't rushing in blindly. If he were to be immortal then there would be little to no fear of the Graders murdering him off when he got to a certain age. And if there was any chance she simply enjoyed pain with her pleasure, then he would deliver that desire as well. True vampire or not, his becoming one like she'd described, or simply a fool letting a lustful girl sink her fangs into him, it didn't really matter. He agreed. Agreed to a life of bloodlust, or merely agreeing to play the fool in this game they played. <span style='color:#808080'>"Well then, I agree to it."</span> One arm disconnects from her side, to instead wrap about her upper back, the other still caressing her waistline. He tilts his head a bit, giving her better access to his neck and jugular.
<span style='color:gray'> Ever so slightly shocked at Nassor's decision, a devilish grin sweeps over polar white muzzle. He would be her first ever feed, and her first ever transformation.. And of course, he would soon be her sexual partner - her lover. So, this would all have to be very special.. Hand remaining snuggly down the male's jeans, Odi changes her positioning again, until she sits, stradled a top Nassor's lap, facing him. Just as she had done in the Tsupeon, Odi leans in, pressing her lips passionately against those of her dark grey partner. At the same time, fingers lowered, until they found the prize they had indeed been looking for. Wrapping first around Nassor's testicles, rubbing and caressing, they soon travelled upwards slightly, around the male's member. All the while, Odi's passionate kiss had travelled from charcoal lips to the nape of Nassor's nape. In a swift movement, protruding fangs sank deep into a pulsing vein, pumping heavily with fresh, scarlet liquid. Lips soon clamping around the open wound, tongue lapping and sucking up blood, Odi moaned a moan of pleasure in spite of herself. Nassor's blood had a pure, metallic taste to it, sweet, like the nector of the Gods. Continuing to drain the life from her lover, Odi slowly dragged almost all out of him. When only a few drops remained in his veins, Odi pulled away from the wound, satisfied. Licking the two pinprick holes hastily, Odi sadly had to pull her hand from Nassor's southern regions, and use her claws to draw a slit along one wrist. Lifting it to ashen grey lips, other hand supporting the back of Nassor's head, Odi speaks softly, tones gentle and soothing, and directed in hushed whispers into one, dark grey ears. "Drink, my Love.. And you and I will live forever.."</span>
Her touch on his genitals excited him to no end. If she hadn't bitten him the next moment, and taken the blood away, it would have been directed to his crotch, or gorge and stiffen him. But that act would wait, now. Gods be damned, he mentally murmurs to himself. With a hint of a smile, he muses, seemingly trapped in his own thoughts as she punctured him. There was no untruth to her being a vampire. As she drank him dry of his lifeblood, the male grows more weak, sleepy, and lightheaded. He felt faint, but didn't want to collapse - not after he spoke so strongly about protecting. What would that look like if he couldn't even stay upright? She had left him nearly nothing to function on - he could be considered dead. His heart was fluttering unable to pump through his veins what did not exist. The smell of blood, his own, was then mixed with the scent of another - hers. Through blurry vision of his mismatched eyes, the male's mouth opens the slightest. His canines already naturally long aided him as her slit wrist pressed upon is lips, and perhaps against better judgement, drank greedily from her open wound as she had from his. Her blood seemed to awaken something in him. There was no more pain, no weakness. His lightheadedness was vanishing slowly, the more he drank. Stronger now, the male raises his hand to press her wrist further into his desiring lips. Common sense suddenly took the better of him, and he detaches him lips from her arm. He couldn't drink her dry like he suddenly wanted to. The feeling was abnormal - being a hunter by nature, the desire to kill when you were hungry was normal. But wanting to drain it of it's blood and leave the carcass for the ravens was something entirely new to him. Nassor looks at her, his muzzle splattered with blood, teeth bathed red in the blood she'd shared. Breathing heavily, he licks his lips clean, and swallows to rid his mouth of the excess blood. Grinning with renewed strength, he takes slow movements toward her. She was already in his lap, so he didn't have to go far to reach her. Pulling her body close, his left arm around her back, his right hand massaging her thigh in slow but firm moments, he leans down to her neck and whispers, <span style='color:#808080'>"And here is my thanks to you.."</span> Nassor skims her neck with his fangs, and begins tenderly nibbling her just under the chin, gentleness with fangs so deadly. He alternates between nibbling and kissing places along her neck and under her chin, all the while his hand moving from her outer thigh and buttock, closer inwards with every rhythmic movement. These bites were not intended to break the skin, nor would they, but they were intended to get her ready for him, and as a return to their interrupted foreplay.
<span style='color:gray'> Odi had completed her first transformation and feed with success - Nassor was still alive! Well, so to speak. He had taken well to the bite, and as though showing the image of true protection, he had remained upright, taking his near-death experience like the man that he truely was. This of course turned the banded feline on to no end - even as Nassor's lifeblood was drained greedily from his body, a small hint of a smile still crept about his lips. And, he certainly had no problem with taking in her own blood. A moan of pleasure expells from snowy white lips, as dripping red wrist is pulled almost agressively into charcoal grey lips. Nassor was hungry for her.. In so many more ways than one. And it couldn't be said that Odi wasn't craving the fine, strone grey male herself. As lips that were once clamped down on Odi's wrist-wound were pulled away, Odi was left breathing heavily, her hands pressed firmly up against Nassor's powerful chest, fingers itching to claw at perfect pectorals. The animalistic nature within was slowly bubbling to Odi's surface, her need to associate pleasure with erotic pain. Suprised at Nassor's energy after the transformation, a wicked smirk drew across blood-splattered lips. After she had been drained, and drank the blood of another, Odi was barely able to stand up.. Let alone focus on sexual pleasures like her soon-to-be lover. But of course, there was no chance of the flexible little feline compaining - as she was the one receiving kisses and small bites to the neck area. It seemed that Nassor wanted not to break her skin.. But why? Obviously he was not aware of his new, Vampiric outlook on wounds. Instant healing came with the gift of the Night Feeder - and as simple proof, the slit across duo-banded wrist had already vanished, skin re-attatched without a scar, only a few speckles of blood showing that there was ever anything there at all. But, unknowing to Odi, Nassor was only getting what he wanted. With such slow, teasing bites and nibbles, the sexually frustrated feline was growing more and more hungry for the charcoal coloured canine, growing ever more ready for him with each nip of her skin. Hands continued to paw and rake gently at Nassor's pectorals, claws for the moment still retracted. Cobalt gaze ever present on Nassor's visage, Odi tries to control her sensual heavy breathing, in order to pass a sly comment to her partner. Tones sneaky and teasing, though also laced with a thin layer of true curiousity, Odi whispers softly into one of Nassor's ears as he continues to nibble, bite and kiss her nape. "I've been meaning to ask, my dear new roomie.. Should I expect to come home every night and see you with a new girl?" Although, now growing quite protective of her new sexual interest, Odi tries to make the querie look as though she is simply wondering what to expect from a male roomate. But, with a sly flash of cobalt gaze into the mis-matched oculars of the other, she made it quite clear why she was really asking. Odi's not one to share.</span>
Her words drifted through his mind for but an instant before he replied, looking directly into her eyes, <span style='color:#808080'>"So long as I have you every night, my dear, the only reason any other girl would be here, would be for food."</span> His hands swiftly find their way to her lower back - he was growing impatient with still being clothed - and his fingertips find their way beneath the fabric of both her tight pants and the thong that had started it all. <span style='color:#808080'>"You, my darling, are for companionship, and pleasure."</span> Deliberately punctuating his final word, his hands had enveloped each south-of-the-border cheek and sqeezed viciously, at the same time, pressing her hips against his for a moment, then releasing her, so he could slide off the offending clothing. Still looking directly at her, his grin widens. Nassor's fingertips find their way back up the small of her back, to the bra - the last of her clothing. Deft roguish fingers find the clasp and slide it apart, freeing her chest of the lacy material. As he slides the straps down her arms, not missing a chance to let his fingers glide down her arms in the process, he asks a question of his own, <span style='color:#808080'>"Now, Odi, will I be surprised by finding any other lover in your bed?"</span> His mismatched eyes find hers and a savage grin takes over his sensual, greedy one. Whatever she brought home would be stripped of flesh and drank dry. He would not stand for another taking liberties with his interest. Now all that was left for the two of them to be au natural were his jeans, clinging stubbornly to his ass and thighs, though the button and zipper were quite open.
<span style='color:gray'> Soon stripped of all clothing, a devilish grin took place on polar white muzzle, quite pleased with her lover's reply. A similar querie then directed her way, Odi slips her hands down Nassor's lower back, finding a grip on the back of stubborn jeans. Tugging at them, to free that delicious ass that Nassor had taunted her with not long before, Odi's words were clearly suggestive. "Certainly not, my Love. It would be quite impossible, seeing as you leaving my bed will be a very rare occurance." Sliding the grass-stained jeans down from well-toned legs, Odi's hungry gaze takes in every inch of Nassor's figure.. Every bare, naked inch of him. Climbing a top charcoal lap once more, hands snake around Nassor's neck, lips pressing tightly against his in a breif, yet powerful kiss.</span>
His lips respond to hers, though brief, his tongue flicked inside her mouth to tease her own tongue. Her reply pleased him, and a throaty growl emits from the turned on male. She was in his lap again, her arms around his neck. His arms find a suitable position around her back, pulling her closer, the front of their bodies rubbing with each breath. Nassor had promised her thanks for her actions, for the vigor he now felt as a night feeder, and he planned on fulfilling that promise quite fully. He turns, one arm propped on the bed, the other still tight around her middle, as he moves them over. Completed, his charcoal figure would be atop hers, as he had positioned her on her back - her head on one of her pillows, and her frame stretched out beyond. His exploring hands first claim either side of her waist, his thumbs searching upwards to massage her ribcage beneath her breasts. His palms and other fingers soon follow until the soft curvature of her chest is concealed by his greedy, kneading, paws. Teasing kisses begin beneath her chin, trailing down her neck, and the center of her chest and stomach. His hands moving before his lips, a gentle touch intent on stimulating the female. Though they had rushed to this point, he would be deliberate and tantalizingly slow with each movement. As his lips pause, hovering about her navel with fleeting kisses, his hands lead the way, continuing over the tops of her thighs, all the way down to her knees, then back again, this time dancing across her inner thighs, headed toward her most sacred region. Nassor looks back to her face to judge her composure, and grins sinisterly. If she wanted it, he would perform a most intimate kiss, placed squarely between her thighs. The question needn't be verbally asked or answered, his fingers were already rubbing closer, a soft touch meant to set her afire, and his face wasn't very far from the destination either. The question was simply understood with the suggestive grin upon his maw, and any positive sign from her would coax him further to begin.
<span style='color:gray'> As for that once brief moment that Nassor's tongue darted into the banded feline's mouth, Odi too, massaged and teased his tongue with hers. Each kiss from the other was perfect, and simply left the horny little seductress wanting more. With yet another moan of indulgence and pleasure, a devilish grin smears over feline lips, as Nassor lowers Odi onto her back. Lying sprawled across the bed for him, eyes forever upon him, the feline simply watches as he 'thanks' her. She was his prize, and with that - he could do whatever the hell he liked with her. Muscles tensing with sexual frustration at each kiss trailing down her body, one hand rests upon Nassor's head, fingers scratching his scalp affectionately after running through flame-coloured hair. Like a master would do to its puppy, her fingers soon lower themselves to a spot just below one ear, scratching and tickling in a rather strange soft spot. Feeling charcoal fingers and lips trace further down, and then hover in one spot, just above a rather intimate place, Odi glances to Nassor. A sinister grin had swept dangerously across his features, one that suggested something so perfect to the feline that she was unable to register a response right away. Realising that words are not really necessary, salmon tongue traces over her own lips, before fangs bite down on her bottom lip. Winking devilishly to her lover, it was clear that Odi not only gave him permission to carry on - but longed for him to.</span>
The touch of her fingers toying with his hair, and the sound of her pleasure in the shape of moaning spur him on. Needing no further permission than the surprised recognition at what he offered, then the sly wink that followed, Nassor continues his trail of kisses downward, past her navel. His fingers now rub to either side of the tender lips that make up the feminine sexual organ while his face bows, kisses touching both sides of her inner thigh. His face positioned between her spread legs, the male's tongue flicks out, teasing, tasting. The rhythm he begins, starts with breathing warm breath over her, before spreading those tender lips with his agile tongue and rubbing just centimeters inside, then finishing with a more direct cooler breath of air on her clitoris. Between these shallow trespasses into her sanctum, the male's flat tongue brushes over the entirety. Through all this teasing, however, now was the time to surrender the last bit of this kiss. His tongue delves deeper into her, flicking and licking inside, while his lips nibble and suck her with varying pressures, slowly growing more ferocious. He would continue in this pattern until he found she was satisfied, so that another organ attached to him, which all this time had been slowly growing harder, could then enter this same place to thoroughly please himself, for the first time, and her, all over again.
<span style='color:gray'> Eyes slowly close, and feline head sinks back heavily into fluffy pillow, as Nassor's skilled fingers and lips sink ever lower. Moans of pleasure once more escaped the femme - it was clear that she was now at a stage unable to control them. Hands brush over the duvet that residing beneath her figure, and flexible spine arches upwards somewhat, pushing her genitals upwards to meet Nassor's lips. And when they did meet, Odi found herself longing to scream her partner's name. Clenching her teeth to restrain herself, claws automatically extend from fingers, digging straight into the pale duvet. Clutching it tightly, small holes and tears soon appeared, showing the sheer pleasure running through Odi's thin frame in waves. Nassor's tongue darting deep, lips clamping down and sucking on the sweet prize that was the feline's tender spot, Odi continued to moan and squeal through clenched teeth. Back still arched, and head pressed hard back into her pillow, the banded wild cat clawed viciously at her duvet, slowly shredding it one either side of her body. Moving from clenched teeth to once more biting her bottom lip, violent shudders of bliss and delight ran visibly down the feline's frame, showing just how satisfied she was. She wanted, longed for, and needed Nassor. And she would've probably had to wait a lot longer for him, it she hadn't clamped down so hard on her bottom lip with a fang. Cutting it open, a bead of fresh, scarlet blood rolled silently down her chin. The scent and sight of such fresh blood would be enough to not only enrage Nassor's original animalistic instincts, but also those of the new Vampire that lingered within him.. Most likely, he'd attack her, greedily taking the blood from her lip, as well as puncturing and feeding from her in various other places. All the while, pleasuring himself in other ways, plunging and ploughing.. Odi though, was quite unaware of the fresh cut in her lip - quite distracted by something else, and continued to push her fang down harder into the wound. Too enveloped in the pleasure that Nassor was directing at her southern-regions, the banded cat still squeaked and grunted with ecstasy. </span>
The smell of blood in the air, and the loud pleasurable moans escaping from his lover, only encouraged him. The shredded duvet made for pieces of cloth and stuffing scattered all around her - as he finished the intimate kiss he'd promised, and looked back to his obviously pleased lover, she looked as if she were surrounded by a cloud. But the blood on her lips brought the most attention. Licking his lips clean of the females' sweet juices, with hungry eyes he surges forward, pressing his frame onto her arched back, his lips to suck and kiss at her bleeding bottom lip, satifying the newfound craving of a night feeder in the wound of his lover. His hands find their way to her shivering hips, and placing either aside, with deliberate motion, his erect and stiffened member is guided towards her. He was tingling with the anticipated entry and feeling of his most sensitive region. Trusting himself to her depths, he enters slowly, enjoying the warmth of her body as he presses himself into her. Now atop her, her legs spred, their individual organs now one, hips pressed firmly together, the male rocks forward, pushing deeper into the ivory female. His breathing becomes heavier the faster and harder he thrusts, and now he, too, grunts and groans with hieghtened pleasure - both from the blood he was collecting from her open wound, and the fabulous, intense pressure that was building below the belt.
<span style='color:gray'> At Nassor lunging forward and ploughing his hardened shaft deep within her, Odi's bright, cobalt eyes flash open with natural shock. Even though they both knew that passionate sex was the inevitable, such a firm and perfect entry was quite a blow to the snowy white feline. With the first tantalizing jolt, claws were pulled hastily away from the shredded duvet, and sank deep into her lover's lower back. Lips were soon biting and sucking at her own, vicious grunts rumbling up from charcoal throat. It only took a few moments before the feline realised what had happened - she'd bitten herself, and Nassor was craving her blood. Well, why should he get all the fun? A wicked grin spreading like wild fire over Odi's blood tainted lips; she pulls her face away from Nassor's, a greedy and hungry expression now filling her eyes. Claws having sunk deep into Nassor's lower back flesh, she rakes them downwards, leaving a pair of four-lined gashes leading to the top of his buttocks, one on either side of his spine. Once there, hands pull grey lower body deeper into her on each harsh thrust. Pressing her lips against Nassor's once more, the feline passionately forces her tongue down into her lover's mouth, teasing and massaging his tongue. Licking along canines, she steals back some of the metallic scarlet blood that taints his mouth. </span>
A snarl escapes from his open, panting, maw as she digs her claws into him, but the sound held no malice. In fact, he takes no heed to the pain caused by the slices that resulted, but instead had focused on the fact that her hands were dragging his hips closer to hers on each thrust he made. If she desired him closer, who was he to deny her? The pressure building in his genitals as the male comes closer and closer to his climax spurs him into a faster, harder, rhythm. His muscled arms and hands cling to her as if he were clinging to life itself, crushing her soft body, particularly her hips, against his as he bucks almost frantically in his quest to please the both of them. Nassor's lips and tongue entwine with hers as they pass back and forth the blood spilling from her punctured bottom lip. But soon the concentration required to keep a hold of himself, to not let go before she screamed in pleasure, became too much for passionate kisses. The pace of thrusting only gets more frenzied, not less, as he turns his face to her neck. Breathing heavily not with the effort to sustain this marvelous pace he'd set for himself, the charcoal male unleashes his fangs into the soft skin above her collarbone. There he suceeds in bringing forth the blood his new senses demanded, without undue distraction that would only quicken his climax, and deny her hers. All the while, his sensitive ears and body listened to the cues of his partner, waiting for her own powerful finish before he would complete this fervent session.
<span style='color:gray'> Snarls now erupting from polar white throat at the dangerously pleasurable, hard, and quickened pace of her lover's thrusting hips, Odi continuously drags him into her further, claws sinking even further into tight, charcoal hide. Blood poured from the thick gashes, smothering and staining pale sheets and snowy white forearms. How the feline longed to lap up the perfect, scarlet liquid from around her lover's rear-end wounds, but that would of course, have to wait. There were, after all, a little busy. It was at that point, that the teasing began again - Nassor's pearly white fangs delving deep, and puncturing soft collarbone flesh. Grunting and moaning with pleasure and jealousy as her lover drank greedily from her, claws only sank deeper still, blood flooding, and rolling from one fold in the bed sheet, to drop silently to the floor. Unable to do much else, Odi concentrates on feeling the two sharp fangs within her body - as well as something much harder, and further south. With each thrust, muscles around the feline's lower regions contracted, making entry tighter and more difficult for her lover. But in return, it gave the polar white one a great deal more of pleasure, each plunge physically moving her whole frame upwards. As the white hot heat below grew faster, Odi arched her back once more, growls, snarls and moans becoming louder and louder. She was unaware of when she had started to call Nassor's name, but no longer cared. It would boost his confidence. Plus, with nothing but him on her mind, it was difficult for Odi to shout anything else. Feeling her climax draw closer and closer, Odi arched her back to an acute angle once again, now both pushing and pulling herself and her partner together. Screaming ever louder now, she came, a violent shudder running from spine to crotch. With a loud expulsion of breath, Odi's callings became quieter - but she did not stop. Nor did she lower her back into the bed again, or stop pulling her lover deep into her. It was his turn, now..</span>
The screams and moans of his lover pleased him nearly as much as their wild bucking, the powerful contractions of her body excited his already tingling organ to new extremes. The tighter she became, the closer to climax he became. Listening to her and feeling her body arch beneath him, into him, was almost too much for the lustful male to keep from arriving. But then, a massive shudder waved through her, and her calls became softer, almost tamer, although he knew she was simply enjoying her moment, and was no less the wild cat. His own body responds now, free to orgasm and spill his seed into her. Nassor was pleased she hadn't simply gone limp after her own orgasm, but continued, to allow him the same courtesy. She wouldn't have to wait, seconds after he understood she had climaxed, he followed suit. His fangs unlatch from her at that moment, and the climaxed male let out a snarling roar, his voice delivered into the nape of her neck and the shredded duvet beneath them. Having reached his peak, his formerly hardened member begins to soften, and his frantic bucking takes on a slower, softer pace. He was no longer actively thinking, he was too busy enjoying the contractions of his own genitals. Their act completed, he slides himself from her, though he doesn't completely leave. Panting from the effort, Nassor rests atop her, though no longer inside, his embrace less craving, and clingy, and now softer, and more gentle. The tired male lifts his head from the blanket and her neck, and rubs her nose with his, grinning with a proud aura. His breath nearly at a normal pace again, he speaks softly after placing a soft and quick kiss upon her lips, <span style='color:#808080'>"I hope.. that was alright."</span> Nassor was teasing again, though this tease held the undercurrent inherent of all males - wanting to think they were the best in the world, universe even; at least in the eyes of their lovers. His mismatched eyes gaze at her face, as his fingertips of one hand again trace up one side of her body, this time exploring her simply because he could.
<span style='color:gray'> Still moaning with her own wave of pleasure, Odi found it more and more difficult to press herself up into her charcoal lover. Growing easily weaker with the wild, bucking thrusts, the wild cat's breathing becomes faster still, her frame physically jolting even more so now that she had lost a great deal of energy. The light expulsions of breath though, soon morphed into one final, high-pitched moan, as Nassor's mighty shaft spilled it's liquid content deep within her. Along with such a powerful roar, which alone kept the animalistic nature of the feline to stay close to polar white surface. With each contraction of the hardened member, a shiver ran up Odi's spine, causing small squeaks of delight. Eternity with such a wild and passionate lover would certainly be satisfying. As dark, charoal form rose slightly, slipping both fangs and member from his contrasting coloured parter, and residing in a gentle hugging position, Odi glanced sneakily through one eye to Nassor as he spoke. Alright? He was joking? Opening her other eye now too, a light smirk sweeping over snowy white muzzle, claws slowly unlatch too, but from tight muscled, perfect buttocks. Drawing her blood drenched hands just to her partner's waist, there they remained, as another light kiss was pressed gently against grey lips. Tones cheeky and all-knowing, mouth curls into a grin, aware of Nassor's teasing. "That, my Love, was better than anything I've ever had." Both a male-pleasing, and truthful remark.</span>
