Hiding in Plain Sight

[Lazorrath]

Her words and the way she paused it was still too early for him to tell if she was just joking or not. Carter lived long enough to know those awkward moments; he picked up on it, but he could never judge her for it. Everyone of they're kind goes through it at one point or another. They all come with baggage...every vampire has a story to tell. Carter was no different with his past and the paths it had lead him down. For the moment he just wanted to reassure her, wanted to focus on this little bit of happiness they could steal from their endless night.

As she closed into him he would welcome her embrace; he would show no shame as his cock nestled itself against her thigh. For that brief little kiss as she spun him he held her tight. This was really the first time he saw her body for what it was. No blood or cloth to hide her from him; she was perfect. Wide hips that always moved every time she walked. Carter watched her back away to grab some soap. She offered to wash him, and he could not resist such an offer. He reached behind him on the knob and grabbed the puff ball. With a hand extended he offered it to Elliot.

"Don't mind at all; can't say no to an offer like that. Unless it came from a guy then I need to get the fuck out of that shower." With a smile he waited for Elliot to began to wash him; his cock could not help but throb at the idea of her proximity. With her soft hands going over his body; his memory quickly jumped to her hand being around his throbbing member. The devil in him could only imagine what other parts of her would feel good wrapped around his rod.

He thought over what she said earlier and though it may have not been the time; he felt the urge to say something. "My job does the same thing to me...it can leave you with hate in your heart sometimes. Just gotta find something worth smiling about. Client's wanting result I can't give them; thinking a plan is going to work...then something fucks it up to hell. Someone shows up wrong place; wrong time. But, sometimes the right person in the wrong place can make all the difference in the world." When she was close enough again he let his left hand play with her long hair; it was so smooth he swore it could have been from silk.

"This life forces us to be paradox you know." Carter stayed closed to her as he felt the warm water wash away his sins. The blood and water mixing into a serum of the monster he was but a moment ago. He closed his eyes as his hands went over his body; he would gladly return the favor when she was finished. Did this have to end he wondered? ""Sometimes you just gotta tell the paradox to go fuck itself.

 

[Lady_Gamer]

The puff ball was passed from Carter to Elliot, who was waiting with a bottle of soap. She applied a liberal amount before setting the plastic container aside. Elliot worked the soap into a lather against his chest, rubbing against his flesh in a circular motion. Her free hand remained on his shoulder as she listened to his response and made progress down his body - eventually, the free hand was swept downwards, gathering a fair amount of suds on its way. Her fingers lightly curled around the base of his cock and she lightly stimulated his hard length with teasing strokes.

"I try not to think about it too much," she responded. Her hand trailed downwards to fondle Carter's balls gently and she gave him a wicked grin. "Not that I don't appreciate having a fellow blood sucking monster to discuss my misery with, but I'd honesty rather distract myself with...other aspects...of your character." She used the hand holding the puff ball to lightly push on the upper part of Carter's torso, leaning him back just far enough to cause the water to cascade over his body. She let her violet eyes follow the streams that flowed down his body, stopping on the sight of his throbbing manhood.

She had intended to turn him around and wash his back but quickly decided that such things could wait. The puff ball dropped from her hand unceremoniously and crashed on the floor of the shower with a light fluff of lather. Her gaze lifted to meet his. "Assuming you don't have a problem with a 'more sex, less talking' type arrangement, of course. I'd hate for you to feel used." Elliot gave him a teasing grin as her hand returned to his shaft - her fingertips lightly brushed the flesh of his cock as she lifted her hand to the tip. The stroke downwards was similar, with minimal contact points. Her fingers lightly slipped around his girth as she brought her hand to the base of his manhood.

While she awaited his response to her words, she began kissing along his collarbone - his position under the water caused for a rush of warmth to greet her lips as they pressed against his alabaster skin. Her hand wrapped itself around his cock and began to lightly stroke him while the other trailed down Carter's chest. It soon found its way between the dark haired man's thighs, used to lightly cup the man's jewels. It crossed her mind briefly that it might be slightly unfair to ask a question concerning their relations while handling him in such a fashion. She didn't dwell on it, however - there were few men that would reject such a circumstance and she somehow doubted that Carter would be one of them.

 

[Lazorrath]

Carter was almost lost in the moment; just the ability to simply talk to someone was nice. But it all felt so human to him...or at least what he wanted to think was human. The way she held onto him; her hands nimbly scrubbing at his flesh. The cuts still present as she washed over them. Sure he could just feel the slight pressure as a dead man; but as he pumped blood back into himself the nerve ending began to gave a bit of life too them. It intensified though feeling her free hand wrap around his cock; a slight noise of the intake of sudden air passed his lips. Again...this night had been so full of exploration it seemed she had not had enough. The feeling was mutual. Years of not having someone hold you like this makes a craving few understand.

The way he eyes traveled down his body to look upon him; the predator in Elliot was on full display. Her hand played with his jewel; a surprise that made a grin creep over his face. Her words held a mask of confidence; the hunter in her pushed away the fear of eternity. It was replaced by the needs...no the wants of a woman. What Elliot wanted was to forget about words like misery, loneliness and sorrow. It surrounded them everyday...Carter did so many things to try to forget about it.

As she spoke the words came about beings used. Flashes of moments came through his mind. He couldn't dwell, luckily the torture of her teasing hand soon brought him back to reality. Was this all he was to Elliot...a bone to jump? Was he in the presence of a man eater, claiming her prize with her scratches. It didn't truly matter to him now; not when this part of him wanted to be used....he had been used enough to use back. It was what it was...he was ok with that.

"Been there...old news. " She moved into his body to place her lips on his collar bone. Her hands slowly found there rhythm playing with his genitals. If he was being used...at least someone wanted him even if it was just for a moment. His hand then laid upon her shoulder blades and he dragged his nails slowly down her back. Rather simply his hands followed the curves until each hand took a grasp of her tight ass. Delicate at first his hand groped at the flesh moving in circular motions; spreading her cheeks apart then pushing them together. His hand soon grew firmer, as his fingers kneaded at the flesh cuds appearing in the wake.

Carter wanted more physically and emotionally; he wouldn't deny it. For now though...perhaps an arrangement could be made. It was hard to say no when both her hands had his cock throbbing once again; his length pulsing against her grip. "I think this can work...however..." He briefly paused as his right hand shifted over the crevice of her ass. A lone finger starting from the top grazed along the back until his finger stopped just centimeters away from her pussy. Then he dragged the digit back. His other hand continued to knead and play with the flesh. "...your gonna have to find a way to shut me up though. and I'll keep you distracted all...night long." He couldn't help but let his grin grow a little more at the thought of using her body until the sun came up. Feeling her juices drench his cock; seeing her tied and bound. Thinking of her on her knees...he began to wander if he had a problem.

He would want more though...he always did. Her delicate lips brought him back in forth from lust to romance. As she planted such sweet kisses upon him; he drew his face closer to hers. Hover just above and around her head, Carter took in the scents of her body. The smell of the blood, the soap and the smell of blood. His hands hands then traveled past her ass and gripped around the back of her thighs. The pressure of his thumbs lightly pressed against her warm petals. She had a bit of a power position on him...for the moment.

 

[Lady_Gamer]

A subtle change Carter's mood was not lost on Elliot - a fact that surprised her. She had spent so long refining her ability to distance herself emotionally from others...humans, vampires. It didn't matter. They all had the potential of being self-interested assholes with little to no regard for others. The only way to protect oneself from such people was...well...to become one of them.

Elliot tried to avoid thinking on the matter too deeply, instead focusing on the sensation of Carter's nails trailing down her back. She purred approvingly as he massaged the flesh of her ass - she continued to work her hands on the man's shaft, her grip tightening slightly during the upstrokes. The explorations of his finger caused a shiver to pass through her; physically, she was his for the taking. Leave it at that, she told herself. You have no reason to trust him, Elliot. You've just met, right?

She couldn't shake the thoughts, though. A brief glimpse at Carter's reaction to the mention of being used - God. Was it possible that he wasn't the monster she assumed him to be? The pain in his tone with his initial response - the lingering regret in his voice as he seemingly moved past her cruel choice of words. He was willing to take what he could get, perhaps. Settle for a night or two of bliss without the hope for anything more.

Was that what Elliot wanted?

"Carter, wait..." the woman spoke suddenly. Her violet eyes gazed into his and she slowly released him from her handling. "I..." she strained for the words. "...I want more than a distraction." She watched him as she slid her hands up the his chest, around his shoulders. She drew their bodies closely together, planting a tender kiss upon his lips. After a moment, she drew back - her face remaining less than an inch away from his. "Eternity is a long time to ask of someone, though - isn't it? Is it wrong of me to assume that it's a hopeless prospect? You'll break my heart - or I will yours...it's an inevitability. Fuck, Carter. I don't want to hurt you any more than I want you to tear my heart out my chest and stomp on it." She studied his eyes - the intricate details of their color. They were multiple shades of muted green...the intermixing of the slightly varied palette made for a very unique visual experience. Elliot could get lost within them...devote countless paintings to attempting to re-create their beauty. She would fail, though - she knew this. She was incapable of creating anything beyond grotesque renditions of seething hatred and bitterness.

"...I'll happily share my body with you without attachment, if that's what you want. But...Carter? Don't you dare claim that you want my heart unless you're genuine."

 

[Lazorrath]

Her words broke him from his haze of lust; it broke him from the mask he tried to show Elliot. His ruse of being nothing but a fuck toy was futile...he couldn't fake it if he wanted to. He just didn't expect Elliot to suddenly stop. His hand released the flesh of her toned cheeks; finger tips receded up her sides and to her hips. Carter did not let her go, the water flowed down his arms and ran down her silk skin. He was almost caught off guard by the rush of her lips against his; as it began it was already over. She was still right there waiting for him; Elliot barely moved an inch.

Then she began to speak words that began to make his mind wander. She was young considering how old some of their kind was. She spoke through the wisdom only a broken heart could know. It made Carter realize the kind of woman he was dealing with. Yes she was a predator and yes at any moment she could be the death of him. Through the past few hours of sex and affection, Carter failed to see the hurt woman behind the eyes of a monster. Elliot's gaze burned deeply into his soul, and he wandered if she saw something. Carter did not want people to see who or what he was...but he was never good at hiding when he was so exposed. In the shadows, he practically didn't exist. In such an intimate moment though there was no escaping, only facing the truth. Elliot was direct, to the point...she did not play the game like so many of their kind did.

Carter pondered for a moment as she finished speaking. He thought his words carefully...pondering what to say and what not to say. No need to over think this, in fact he simply stopped thinking as a hand slowly raised. Elliot felt his hand wrap around the side of her neck and his thumb gave gentle caress.

"Elliot...I get it, alright. I know what its liked to be fucked over. Trust me, no body in 200 miles knows it like us. I.." He looked at Elliot and for a moment he swore he saw a woman with long black hair covered in drops of blood. His thumb caressed the pale flesh he held, confusing reality and his subconscious. Carter closed his eyes and he couldn't look into Elliot's eyes. "I know it better then you think; but we all go through this. We pull ourselves out of fucking graves and coffins. We reach out to find hope...only to have a hand slammed in the doorway." Carter slowly opened his eyes; but he did not look to Elliot. He didn't want to see the raven haired woman who he knew was not real.

"You don't know what your asking. I don't even know what I want from this. You came to me tonight; you came to me like no other woman I have met in nearly a century....maybe more I...I don't know sometimes. Sometimes..." As Carter stared at the water, seeing Elliot slender feet he saw blood drop to the clear water; turning into a cloud red murky like seaweed. Carter blinked...the water was clear again. Carter looked up to Elliot, and he saw truth once again. "You don't know me, I'm not safe. None of us really are, but I'm more then a few centuries of damaged goods. I come with problems...some are easier to fix then other."

"I'm not one for breakin my word, Lord knows I try. I try really hard...I'd try harder for you though. You...your different Elliot or you got me fooled enough to think so. I'm not even..." He stopped himself mid sentence. As the warm water trickled down his skin, he swore he heard a music box playing nearby. Simple sweet sounds, of a waltz to a tune he could not remember. His eyes held fear as he looked past the shower doors. He shook for only a second, he had to focus. To hold such weakness was to get taken advantage of; no pity for the weak. As he his eyes turned deadly, as if someone had slit a carotid artery right in front of him.

 

[Lady_Gamer]

As the woman listened to Carter's reply, she couldn't help but feel a little foolish. Why was it, exactly, that she had felt compelled to present the man with two extremes? What did she hope to gain from such an obscene either/or scenario? Her lack of a middle ground had shown more of her present character than she had intended - and as the man spoke of his understanding of her pain, she immediately felt vulnerable. Transparent. She didn't want Carter to know who she really was; and as he spoke of hands being slammed in doorways, she winced internally. He couldn't know her personal circumstances or how it had forever altered her perception of the world and her place within it...but she found his generalized words on such things to cause a deep fear within her heart.

She was terrified that her story wouldn't justify what she had let herself become. That Carter's judgement of her would be harsh - and knowing she couldn't fault him for the loathing that would follow made it all the worse.

"I don't even know what I want from this. You came to me tonight."

His words stung. Not that Carter delivered them with any hint of blame or regret - it was merely the truth. It was only in Elliot's head that a deeper meaning came to his statement; she had come to him, and perhaps not with the intentions that he had believed. She felt shamefully deceitful. There was no solace to be had in his claim that she didn't know him, or the dangers that surrounded his existence - she genuinely wished that she didn't.

"You...you're different Elliot or you got me fooled enough to think so."

"..." The woman cast her eyes aside and downwards. After several moments of consideration, she raised her sight to Carter's face. His expression looked as if he had sensed her falsity.

Elliot suddenly realized why she had drawn to extremes. There couldn't be a middle ground between the two - she didn't want to lie to him.

"It has never been my intention to fool you, Carter. But..." She bit her lower lip. "There are things about me that..." She trailed off, finding herself unable to look at her lover directly. She didn't know him - only of him. A single evening in his company and she was already preparing to pour her heart at his feet. It wasn't wise.

"I didn't know who you were when I first saw you. Still, I only approached because I believed you to be a potential mark. I truly only wanted to rid this world of another monster. I...It's what I do." She paused briefly. "But I...I don't seduce my targets, Carter. My reaction to you was genuine. I thought maybe I could just pretend to not be...well...what I am. But...fuck. I'm certain you'd figure it out, and I imagine you'd not receive the information well if you had to come by it alternatively. I mean...not that I expect you to take such news easily just because I'm being forward with it..." She shook her head. There was so much to say - and a very real possibility that she was working with limited time. How long would Carter listen to her before realizing that she wasn't worth the risk? "The mortals really want you destroyed, Carter. You and...well? All of your associates. I didn't realize...I mean, I didn't know you were actually a mark until you gave me your card."

"It is only at my own direction that I work. Although? I'll admit I have ties with a many righteous individuals that...promote...my desire to vanquish my own kind."

 

[Lazorrath]

Carter didn't flinch as she spoke his green eyes staring at her the entire time. Only the twitch of his eye came there any real movement. From her words over her intentions to her desire to kill their kind; he just watched the shifts in her movements. The lip bites, the looking away and everything in between. He just studied her like a piece of art...in his eyes he could not help but see her as just like him. Only she was on a different side of the spectrum; she chose a side, one fairly unpopular in a city this big...but she did it only to serve the truth of her own hatred. He pondered how deep this was entrenched to her sire.

For a split second though his world seemed to crumble around him; from his eyes the whole world seemed to shake. There was only one option from this point on. She was a liability and certainly she would try to kill him. As his mind played tricks on him; his imagination already played the scenario. The dripping water began to slow down immensely; as the celerity of these two creatures pulsed through their veins. As Elliot looked away once more it would be when he grabbed her head and slammed it into the glass sliding door. As her body passed the crystals of the door slowly flew out as the two dead creatures moved in the frames of seconds. Elliot would give way but for a second but her hand would nimbly recover her from a fall to a graceful spin back onto her feet. Carter would jump out into a spinning round house; she would catch the leg slamming him into the mirror. As Carter's body fell into the splintering mirror; his hand would reach back to catch a piece. As Carter recovered Elliot would run at him, reaching for the ground for a piece of shattered glass.

Carter would burst off the sink, throwing an elbow at her slashing arm to counter the movement. Elliot would give slight recoil, allowing Carter a moment to fling his forehead at her face. As the impact hit her Elliot would fling out a palm strike to his face. As Elliot rushed forward already the bruises and cuts began to recover and the same for Carter. They both rushed each other with their make shift knives and they countered the other in a series of swipes and slashes. Each of the vampires gracefully moved, weaved and bobbed all the mirror shards could fall the floor. Then as the lashed out they both reacted the same way by grabbing the other knife arm as they slashed. A stalemate now stood as they bared there fangs at each other; glaring into the others eye. Carter blinked once...then twice and then he shook his head; he felt the warm water on his back.

Elliot was on the verge of finishing her words, not a scratch or cut on her. The glass door or mirror was neither harmed or destroyed. A part of him let out a sigh of relief that it did not actually happen. But he did have to make a choice now as she spoke these words. Carter needed to analyze this piece by piece; take in the details slowly. But at this stage in his life as a vampire; he came to expect some sort of level of deception. Especially after the years with his first sire...and lover...Carter honestly just had enough of this game of trying to survive from time to time. And he pondered if he should just bash her head in to get her riled up enough to kill him. However, there was one still prevalent truth about Carter; even in death he enjoyed living.

Carter pondered for only a moment longer as his mind was concrete over where he was and what was happening...and what needed to be done. In his mind this all became quite simple. For Elliot...who knows. Based on any small rumor of Nox he was known as a ghost of the vampire community. Working for the mover and shakers for sabotage, assassination and protection. They say he is a hard one to catch; just when you think you corner him he is gone. He could get out of a room with no windows or doors they say.

"So you know my alias...you know what I do. I'm a merc for the highest bidder. I have been for the last century. These hands have killed men, living and dead. For money, for revenge, for because I felt they deserved to die. All you have to do is ask yourself Elliot..." Carter spoke as he closed the distance between them and his green eyes still looking into hers. There was nothing tense about him in fact he was surreal in how calm he was.

"Do you wish me to die..." No fear in his voice as he asked her, no trepidation of the response. He put out the details flat on the line with no hesitation. He wasn't afraid to die; but he was afraid that tonight wasn't real. Was it was only an attempt to catch him off his guard? He didn't want to lose this...not yet; especially after he learned this. It was strange, the idea that she wanted to kill a vampire because they were monsters. The idea that before they had met she was looking to kill him was....strangely arousing.

 

[Lady_Gamer]

Carter's reaction was one that Elliot didn't think to anticipate - she had expected violence...or at least abandonment. Perhaps it was in her nature to expect the worst so that she could be pleasantly surprised when things didn't blow up directly in her face.

She returned his gaze and gave him a soft smile in response to his question. "No, Carter...I don't wish you to die." She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and her smile warped to a haughty grin full of bravado. "If I wanted to destroy you - I would've done it already."

She found herself eager to take his lips with her own - which she did, tenderly. When she withdrew, it seemed that her forced humor in the matter had melted away, leaving her to look quite serious. She worried that he might reject her advances, well knowing he had every reason in the world not to trust her. She searched his expression for any signs of revulsion.

"...I haven't wanted for another since..." she trailed off. She closed her eyes and shook her head, as if forcing escape from some memory. Her eyes remained shut as she continued, focusing on the best way to convey her thoughts. "It makes no sense, granted. But I...I haven't feared an eternity alone until tonight." She regained her sight and soaked in the pale green color of Carter's eyes. "It's because of you. Your effect on me. Gods, Carter. I haven't felt anything but seething hatred since my death. But now? Now I'm painfully aware of the void within my heart. I can't help but think..." She had to look away. If she was capable of crying, she might have welled up with tears. "...Geezus, I sound insane, don't I?"

She forced a laugh as she returned her gaze to meet Carter's. The magnitude of problems their relationship could cause on their 'professional' lives was more than just substantial. Still, Elliot found herself fairly uninterested with the details - all she wanted was to feel his touch.

 

[Lazorrath]

Carter had been through enough of his life to know just how bad things could get. When the chips were down how everything around you could just unravel around you. When you pull yourself from the grave, and you stare at the world in a different way. With dirt in your nails you pick yourself and you stare into the dark unknowing what will step out beside you. There was something about Carter that gave a smirk thinking about how far he had come since that moment and to where he was now. Standing naked in front of this woman in less then 4 hours ago wanted him to die. It was truly a first for him; but he just knew that it wasn't in her to do it. Call it stupidity or...whatever, he believed her. He trusted her; the first woman in ages who deserved his trust.

To feel her kiss brought a sense of relief to the moment that could have ended with one of them dead. Carter couldn't help but feel confused as to how Elliot could feel so deeply for him. For her to kiss him so softly and with such grace; he rejected nothing of what she offered. And though he seemed so calm a moment ago the next she could feel a sense of urgency in his movement. As their kiss parted he couldn't help but wander just how talented she was at killing kindred. Perhaps one could say he was a little too curious.

Elliot had a lot she had to get off her chest, and as she spoke he saw the build of emotion that had been lying dormant for so long. Was it trust that was the source of this; is that why she buried herself away? Who did this to her to make her hold to such hatred. Carter could relate...there was a lot Carter was holding back. For him though it was a barrier within him to break not because he didn't want someone to know...but who would care to know? Maybe he had just found someone who would listen. For now though his focus became on Elliot who asked if she sounded insane and for the moment he chose no words, only action.

Carter closed the distance to her and planted a kiss at the base of her neck. The spray of the shower cascaded the water over his lips and onto her skin; the trail of water climbing over and between her breast. His hands trailed down her sides, stopping at her hips then his finger tips trail over her ass and to the small of her back. As he placed this deep kiss on her neck, she could feel his cock press against her thigh as he grew hard for this woman who had opened up to him. "Your not insane...to accept something happy finally happening to you; I know how hard that can be. Every time you meet someone you wonder if you might have to kill them. But Elliot..." It was strange he had an urge to speak; something inside of him pulling

"I've known just how the kindness of someone you trust can burn you alive. I'll.." He wanted to keep his composure for her; he didn't want her to see that weakness. "I'll tell you about it one day, when you want to know. Then he slowly turned his head and look to those violet eyes of hers with a conviction in his eyes. I'd burn for you, throw myself to the sun before I hurt you like that." However even with the chaos of there lives and what this would mean against both of them...in his mind he just said fuck it. Never gave his life over a woman before; if it meant that for a few nights he would have her then an eternity by himself, it would be worth it. Carter then began to focus on the woman in his arms; and the sudden throbbing of his cock.

 

[Lady_Gamer]

A soft smile graced her crimson lips as Carter closed in the distance between them. She was not left to agonize over prospect of him leaving, instead finding him attempting to comfort her. The feel of his lips against the base of her throat - she closed her eyes briefly as she absorbed the sensation. It didn't even occur to her that this man...an assassin, saboteur, ghost...would attempt to catch her off guard in such a fashion to ensure an easy combative victory. Her attention followed the trailing of his hands over her skin. When his body made contact with hers, she immediately found herself leaning into the embrace. She opened her eyes and listened to him speak, finding it somewhat difficult not to be distracted by the hard length upon her thigh.

Elliot was interested - eager, even - to learn the details of Carter's story. She wanted to know him...to understand his pain. He spoke of being burned by a previous trust and she couldn't help but wonder how vastly different the infliction of their wounds would be. Broken hearts and/or emotional abuse often shared an effect, but as for the cause? The realm of harm was infinite. Already she could tell that their experiences wouldn't align precisely: she had never trusted Lucas. He only murdered and tormented - there was never an illusion of love or respect. Her betrayal had been of a completely different source.

Carter's remark about telling Elliot the details of his own circumstances one day was welcomed - not only for the wanting to know, but for the implication that he expected to return (or keep) her company. It gave her another reason to hope. Though? A small part of her expected that Carter would have what he wanted, only to disappear without a trace whenever he had his fill. Again...it didn't hurt to prepare oneself for such things. It was certainly better than being blindsided.

She found his gaze meeting her own. "I'd burn for you, throw myself to the sun before I hurt you like that."

Elliot considered him for several moments before responding. "I trust that you would. But, please...don't do anything drastic. I couldn't live with myself if you ever saw to your own injury for my sake." In attempt to lighten the mood, she added, "Plus? Such demonstrations are entirely unnecessary." She gave a playful grin as she trailed a hand around the man's waist, wedging it between their bodies. With her palm pressed against his stomach, she slid the hand downwards. A painstakingly slow pace brought her fingers ever closer to his throbbing cock - once she reached the appropriate level, her path diverted to rub along his upper thigh. Her nails lightly traced upwards as she teasingly closed the distance.

Before making contact, a sudden thought occurred to her. Her alternate arm, still placed around Carter's shoulders, was used more or less as a grip to guide the man to switch positions relating to the rushing water. She took several steps to spin them around, leaving the male's back directly in the stream of the shower. She then gave him a small smile before disentangling her arm from his body.

Her lips found purchase upon his, kissing him open mouthed as her fingers wrapped around his rigid member. She stroked him slowly, focusing primarily on the dance between their tongues. After several moments she withdrew and began kissing down his throat.

It soon became evident that the woman was lowering herself to her knees. Her mouth continued to lovingly press against his flesh as she traveled down his chest, his stomach... Once firmly settled in to her new position, she took a moment to appreciate the sight of his proud cock from the new angle. She glanced up to Carter's face as her free hand moved to cup his balls - the stroking appendage had since moved to hold the base of his shaft. She kissed and nuzzled the underside of his manhood before giving a full length lick. With her mouth poised over his head, a hot breath passed over his tip teasingly. She paused as if awaiting a reaction from her partner.

 

[Lazorrath]

"Such demonstrations are entirely unnecessary. Carter could not help but chuckle a part of it to mask his own dealing with the sun; but a fond memory before he was cast out into once. "Yeah...little dramatic, besides for I go out into the sun somebodies getting fuckin shot or stabbed or blown the fuck up." The memory now just more funny then painful, but he would do a lot for Elliot; straight out of the your a fucking idiot handbook...but he didn't give a damn.

Oh how she teased him as her hand slid down his hard body, slightly gracing over an equally hard appendage. Elliot could feel it throb against her leg; some of which he did on purpose as he flexed the muscle. A grin came along his face as her nails traced up his thigh. Oh he wanted to feel those hands of hers again; the emotional burdens thrown aside for all that mattered at the moment. The world be damned but he wanted Elliot's body in the worst of ways. However it seemed she had a different plan in mind as she began this little dance.

He returned the kiss with passion, his tongue like a dervish twirling around her own. Feeling the press of her lips against his. He shuddered as her hand found his cock within her fingers and she began to stroke him like it controlled his very soul. However as she disengaged he pondered what she was up to; but as all men have in this moment it became apparent. The quizzical look of ponder to the transformation of what was to occur. Seeing her on her knees before him left his mouth agape and Carter became like putty in her hands. The water spraying upon his back and Elliot's soft lips kissing his cock. She could feel his cock pulse and throb as if it were alive; the blood causing him to twitch. Simple inelegant words whispered from his mouth. "Holy shit...

Carter leaned his head back as her tongue slowly worked its way along his shaft. "Oh fuck...oh Elliot." He spoke in breathless whispers, it took a great deal of control not to move his hips and let her work her magic. As she stared back up at him he looked at her with his mouth agape but a smirk on his face. "Just you wait till its my turn." How she tortured him with her playful teasing. Delaying all he wanted, all the power in the palm of her hands...and upon her lips. She was like a devil playing keeps for his soul; to have Elliot like this, he would have given again and again. He never had known of passion like this in ages it seemed.

No bullshit, no catches...just to people dying to let years of pent up sexual frustration out on each others bodies. With all the bruises, cuts and whatever may come with it. Carter tried to hold a look of confidence but his eyes told a story of pleading. Please...use me. At any moment though this would if he turned his back may very well kill him; and it only thrilled him all the more. While she sucked his cock she could have anything ready to stab him...shoot him...maybe even poison him. For all he knew she might cut his cock off at that very moment. But Carter didn't care it only made him want her all the more...and his eyes showed the truth.

This artist, oh he wandered how the victims of her art turned out. To the monster who deserved to die by her hand. The spite that was inside of her, he wanted to see her work...soon enough he told himself. For right now though he was in the hands of a killer he may have heard only rumors of. As he stared down at his lover with a smirk still on his face her looked down to her and whispered "What are you going to do with me?" Almost as if a dare, with the long in his eyes with as much lust as upon the rooftop.

 

[Lady_Gamer]

Elliot's violet eyes continued to stare upwards as she soaked in the details of Carter's expression. Despite the confession of her own character, the man seemed more than willing to surrender himself in to her hands. She was briefly thankful of the precautions she employed during her slayings; the woman did not leave call signs upon her work, as she never hoped to gain the attention of those she sought. She didn't kill for the gratification of 'being taken seriously' nor did she hope to inspire fear in her targets. Credit was completely unnecessary.

A mark had yet to escape her. Elliot was confident that no undead knew her by sight or name - but she couldn't be entirely certain that the community of monsters was completely unaware of her existence. She had traversed half of the globe in her relatively short unlife, leaving a trail of her successes. Did the undead have a name they assigned her, she wondered? How much could they know beyond the fact that she was one of their own? As, surely, was evident by the ease in which she faced her opponents - mortals had need to stalk their marks, so as to catch the much stronger foes off guard. Elliot often murdered in the street, with little need to fear their abilities to fend her off by brute strength alone. And if that hadn't been enough? Well. Mortals didn't have the lifespan to keep up to such games for as long as Elliot had. Within 80 years, any human would be incapable of continuing such a crusade.

The woman wouldn't allow herself to hope that all her slaying were considered the work of zealot mortals. She had to be prepared for the worst, after all.

But for now? Her concern in the matter melted away as her tongue worked to encircle the head of Carter's throbbing cock. After a full passing, she withdrew just long enough to answer the man's question as to what she would do with him. "Whatever the fuck I want," she responded with purposeful vagueness and a mischievous grin.

She pressed his tip against her closed lips. The manner in which she slipped him passed the threshold forced his member to part her flesh - and he'd find that, beyond the slight resistance, was the welcoming warmth and wetness of her mouth. Her tongue moved to massage his shaft as she slowly took in his length.

A hand continued to fondle his balls gently while the other remained stationary at the base of his cock. Her face slipped ever closer to his body, her eyes closing briefly as she felt his head nudging at the back of her throat.

As she withdrew, the formerly still hand grasped firmly at his base, beginning short strokes to accompany the movement of her mouth. The following thrust of her face was sudden (in comparison) - her lips slid down his shaft with an eager speed and depth. A moan resonated from her throat.

Elliot would attempt to keep her senses about her. Primarily, her focus remained on the feel and taste of his cock in her mouth - but she attempted to remain aware to her lover's reactions as she worked to draw his seed.

The woman felt a shameful accumulation of her own juices dripping down her inner thigh as she drove Carter's manhood in and out of her mouth. The wanting of her own body was secondary to his pleasure, though; she had no intention of giving in to her primal desire to attempt to procreate. She wanted to cause the man to blow his load into her throat - to literally devour his essence.

After several minutes, Elliot couldn't deny herself any longer. A hand trailed down Carter's thigh, her nails raking down his flesh in a sinuous fashion. It traveled over his knee, continuing to wrap around to his calf. Once she reached his ankle, she allowed her fingers to leave his flesh to replace the attentions upon herself. She moaned as her hand placed itself between her legs - the slightest touch upon her wanting clit caused her to moan whorishly. It seemed to have an immediate effect; the woman's alternate hand slipped to hold Carter's hip, encouraging him to thrust into her mouth.

She'd feel the flesh of his hilt pressing firmly against her lips as she took his entire length into her mouth. The pressure created by her sucking - as well as the enthusiastic pace she employed - insisted that she was intent on having his cum.