Residences of Nachton / At 3rd floor, Fifty-third and Elm / Aron Swiftwood 18 years ago

At 3rd floor, Fifty-third and Elm

At 19.04 Arons finger pressed the doorbell at Meegans door. His jaguar was parked outside the building, he fully trusted the rather sophisticated security system to make sure people didn't run away with it. He had thought about wearing a tuxedo, after all it was a dinner date, but he had thought the better of it. Americans were less formal and he sometimes got the feeling that tuxedos intimidated them. Instead he was wearing a black, casual blazer. Tailor made ofcourse, Aron wouldn't have dreamt of buying one in a regular store, but fairly casual non the less. The black walking stick was at his side as always, polished and fitted with a head of brushed steal instead of the regular silver one. He was curious about this evening though, he was usually the one inviting ladies to his house and yet he had received two invitations this week. Womens liberation was something Aron was whole-heartetly for, after all it usually proved to his own benefit.

Meegan 18 years ago
Reality reared it's ugly head for a moment as Meegan wondered why she was taking a second man to her bed that she had known only hours. 'Am I that desperate for that happy making something?' As his hand moved down her belly it suddenly didn't matter, in the slightest. Her body needed this man and her mind would just have to go along for the ride. Perhaps she was becomming addicted to danger and sex and wanted, somehow, to mix them.

She inhaled deeply, filling her nose with his scent, it was a mixture of cologne, arrousal, the tang of leashed danger, intrinsically male. Her hand moved up to tangle in his hair. Her body needed what he had to offer and she would give it what it wanted.
Aron Swiftwood 18 years ago
He was surprised by her need, which was almost as bad as his own. Her fingers in his hair were simply delightful. Taking the bodice of her was difficult when they stood this close and he hadn't taken a bodice of a woman in ages, litterally.

His right hand moved futher down, under her skirt and her underwear, til he reached something moist. Being a vampire had several advantages. One was it was so much easier to find the right spots and rub them the right way. He did that exactly, gently teasing her. Another advantage were the enhanced number of pleasures. He bared his fangs and let them sink just below the skin. He was not going to drink deep yet, just a foretaste. The drops of blod getting into his mouth were better than any wine, any drug, anything
Meegan 18 years ago
Meegan's body melted when his fingers touched her in exactly the right places, she wondered for a moment if he could read her mind. Her thoughts stopped when she felt something sharp at her neck, instinctual panic grabbed her briefly, until something close to pure extascy flooded through her originating from the spot he had bitten. Meegan had never felt anything like it, she was not sure what -it- was, but she new she did not want it to stop. Her free hand slid down his hip, to rest on trousered thigh, as a soft moan purred in her throat.

"Aron...please..." 'Please what? Don't stop? Take me to bed?' She didn't know, and couldn't get beyond what his mouth was doing with her skin.
Aron Swiftwood 18 years ago
He slowly drew his fangs out of her skin, and retracted them as much as possible. He wanted more, badly, but it would wait, he wanted to make sure the pleasure lasted as long as possible. Her pur seemed to enhance the delicacy of it all and he moved his left hand to her back were it started undoing the laces of her bodice. People who complained about bras had clearly never tried undoing a bodice.

"Please...what love?"

His right had continued teasing her, never really entering but constantly carressing.

((OOC: Whil Aron is ofcourse skilled in undoing bodices, I myself have not yet moved past bra's and tanktops, so if it's not undone with laces in the back, then I'm terribly sorry and you may substitute that part with whatever is needed to begin undoing a bodice))
Meegan 18 years ago
It was gone, suddenly and with out warning, Meegan gave a small involuntary whimper. Her hand moved from his thigh, up her own body. Long nimble fingers touched gently at the spot that was the source of her gain and loss of such a feeling. She felt a warm slickness, somewhere deep in her brain registered it as blood, but the recognition could not battle its way to the front. She felt his hand at her back and wondered briefly if he needed, help, but she had just realized he'd spoken. The words ment nothing for a moment, then her lips were forming an answer and her voice was soft and broken.

"Do that again. Take me to my bed, Aron...please"

For the first time since she was a small child Meegan was unsure of herself and of her acceptance. It seemed so very important that he have her, and she was not sure if it was just her body he should have. Whatever it was, the feeling was...unpleasant.


((ooc that particular bodice laces up the back so you are fine.))
Aron Swiftwood 18 years ago
His left hand had undone the laces completly, and his right was moving slowly out of her skirt. He gently kissed, the bite mark, licking up the little blood that seeped out. Moved his right hand around to her ass and let it glide down her thigh. Suddenly he moved and litterally swooped her legs away under her. She seemed so vulnerable there inn his arms. He smiled to her and gently carried the fragile figure into the bedroom.


((Sometimes, living in the CET timezone can be a killer...now for instance it forces me to go to bed because I have a ton of work the next couple of days and while I will have internet access the responsetime of my replies will be greatly increased, since this is hardly worksafe stories ))
Meegan 18 years ago
Meegan clung tightly to Aron as he carried her. The directions to her bedroom sprang to the front of her mind and her mouth opened to give them when she realized they were already headed in the appropriate direction. Content that he knew the way, she cuddled against him. The things he'd been doing to her lower body finally made themselves known and an ache began to grow in her belly.





((That's alright it's bed time for me. I have erronds to run tomorrow, so my response times will also be long. So it works out for both of us.))
Aron Swiftwood 18 years ago
Aron put her down on the enourmous bed. She was beautiful and he could easily have put his teeth into her neck then and there, drinking until she would almost pass out. He was however not going to. He let the jacket slide off him and took off his shoes. Then he bend in over her on the, bringing his lips close to hers and letting them hover there for just a moment, before kissing her. His tongue gently made its way past her lips, in an exploration all of its own.
Meegan 18 years ago
Meegan felt like she was dreaming, as she watched Aron remove his jacket and shoes. Pale lashes fluttered closed on a sigh when his lips touched hers. She opened for him, the taste of him was exotic, wine, the dinner, a slight coppery taste, and something more, it was primal and old. She let her tongue dance with his, enjoying these new tastes.

Her hands traveled up his arms to rest lightly on well muscled shoulders.
Aron Swiftwood 18 years ago
Aron gently carresed Meegans face with his hand. Her lips tasted so different from her blood, but was somehow just as intoxicating. He let his hands feel her body. Her beautiful hair, her slender neck, her firm breasts under the loose bodice. He found himself wishing the bloody thing had just come with a zipper in the back. Rights now all it seemed to do was get in the way. He slowly pulled away from her, stared in her eyes and smiled. He wished he could tell what colour they were, eyes were simply not as beautiful in shades of grey. His own seemed to have changed to a deep sea green, not that he was aware. He began pulling the bodice over her head.


((Once again based on my lack of experience with bodices, my main source of information being pirates of the caribian))
Meegan 18 years ago
Meegan pushed her body from the bed and held her arms over her head, the bodice slipped easily from her small frame. She she lay back on the bed, her hands went to the buttons on his dress shirt. As her deft fingers bared his chest she spoke in a soft, hesitant voice.

"Aron, are you..."She took a breath, afraid of both the question and the answer."What are you?" Her gaze moved from his buttons to his eyes."My body tells me you are more than an average man, while my head denys it. My neck tells me you are something I fear."

She pulled the hem of the shirt from his tailored slacks and relived the last two holes of their buttons. With her bottom lip caught between her teeth, she pushed the shirt over his shoulders, awaiting his answer with fear clouding her verdant eyes.


((unless one wants to unlace then relace the bodice over the head is pretty much the only option))
Aron Swiftwood 18 years ago
Aron sighed. "You're right...I'm not your average man. I'm of an ancient race, one few belives exists anymore. Extinct, a myth. I can however assure you that you have nothing to fear from a gentleman and thus nothing to fear from me"

"Smooth, very smooth"

It was not a lie, he just didn't tell her everything. Her hands felt so great when removing his shirt, he almsot shivered.

"I swear on my life, that hurting you is the last thing I would ever do"

He looked into her eyes, he didn't wish her to fear him. It tainted the taste of her blood, and more importently, it tainted his soul.
Meegan 18 years ago
Meegan pushed his shirt from his body and let it drift to the floor. The cuff buttons she had taken care of while he spoke. Her mind raced at his words, reading more between the line than she should have. As her hands reached for the waistband of his pants, she rationalized with herself.

'He's a vvvv..say it Meegan. He's a vampire, he has to be. And that pretty little cross resting between your breasts doesn't seem to do a damned thing. It is, like most things, only a myth. I think I can trust him, and what he did to my neck felt incridible, it didn't hurt and he didn't rip out my throat, and I don't think he will' Her fingers pushed the button of his pants free from it's hole and took hold of the zipper, as her thoughts circled she pushed the zipper down.

'No I am very certain I can trust this man, maybe just maybe, the stories are wrong. Perhaps the "infestation" I was warned about isn't really that at all, but simply a means of survival for another kind of people. They are, well were, people after all.' She pushed his pants slowly over his hips, and gazed up into his eyes once more.


"I...I trust you Aron. I trust that you will not harm me, and that I will wake up tomorrow morning with some very interesting marks from a night of passion and nothing more."

She pushed his pants until they slipped down on their own. She smiled up at him, a soft gentle smile.

"Come into my bed, Aron."
Aron Swiftwood 18 years ago
As his pants slided down his legs, a pair of black silk boxers, which by now had a considerable bumb in them, became visible. He quickly stepped out of the pants and took off his socks, before following her request and lying down next to Meegans beautiful shape. He carressed her face and her hair, while using his other hand to get the skirt down. He teased her on the outside of her underwear, as he began kissing her face, her neck, her shoulder before ending at her breasts. He let his tongue play with her nipple, before baring his fangs and letting his teeth sink into her skin. Still not a large hole, but the blood comming through was still delicious.
Meegan 18 years ago
A quiet moan escaped Meegan's lips as his hands carressed the black lace of her panties. His attention to her breast had her sivering. When the extacsy washed over her once more, her back arched pressing her breast deeper into his mouth.

Sex for Meegan had always been an activity of giving and recieving release of tension. Until recently it had never really been love making or body worship. It was for her a liberating experience. Never again would she be satisfied with "get in, get off, get out." Somehow she would find a lover that would stay through the night, on more than one occaision. The prospect made her shiver with excitement, as her hands roamed what flesh and muscle she could reach. She let her thoughts die, and the sensations of what this man was doing to her take over.
Aron Swiftwood 18 years ago
Arons world was in a delightful red haze, enhanced by the fact that he could litterally feel Meegans pleasure. He had to force himself not to bite harder, though vampire inflicted wounds healed amazingly fast, loosing gallons of blood and having your chest ripped open would not be a wonderful experience, no matter the amount of vampire involved.

Instead he let go of her breast and gently licked the tiny amounts of blood that came through the bite marks. He could feel himself being more than ready to move on to the next stage of love making, but decided to let her make the move instead. His hand slipped under the black laces of her thong, to continue on the inside, what it had just been doing on the outside. His other hand moved to support her back as he continued worshipping them with his mouth.
Meegan 18 years ago
Her body sank back to the bed, as she felt he teeth slide from her breast. She could feel his arrousal on her thigh, her lips curled into a small satisfied smile. His hands felt incredible on her body, but she wanted more. She gently pushed his shoulder until he was off of her enough that she could slid from and stand next to the bed in one cat like movement. She slipped a finger beneath the two small staps holding the miniscule thong to her body, and pushed the panties down. Stepping from them, she climbed back onto the bed, and pushed Aron onto his back.

Deft hand had his boxers atop the rest of his clothes on the floor. Kneeling between his thighs, Meegan bent to place light kisses on the smooth skin of his belly.
Aron Swiftwood 18 years ago
Aron was rather amazed by the sudden show of initiative from Meegans. Amazed and rather pleased. Having a sexy woman, only clad in a tattoo and a few rather intimate piercings, kissing his stomach like this was something that could really arouse his lust. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he could sense May was enjoying the show. He choose to ignore her completly and focus on the feeling of Meegans lips on his stomach.
Meegan 18 years ago
Her lips made a warm trail, as she slid her body up his. The cross between her breasts an island of cold, as she moved. She nuzzled lightly at his neck, nibbling ang licking her way to his jaw. Her lips found his, she drew soft lower lip into her mouth and sucked lightly. Light teasing kisses had, Aron's mouth open to her. As she slipped her tongue into his mouth, her hips lifted so that she could feel his arousal touch her. She took him slowly, deepening the kiss as she filled herself with him.
Aron Swiftwood 18 years ago
Aron was surprised by Meegans sudden show of initiative. Surprised and delighted. Having a sexy woman, only clad in a tattoo and a few delicate piercings, making her way up his body was something that could really get him aroused. Ofcourse not as much as the next thing happening. Had his mouth not been very occupied with Meegans, Aron would've moaned. Having her secrets wrapped around his own was simply beautiful.
He moved his hand to gently caress her boddy, leeting the silk skin run under his fingers. His eyes were fal closed, just open enough to study her face.
Gently, he began moving his hips, which send a shockwave of pleasure through his body.