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At Soren's words, I blush a little, not really sure what to expect, but finding myself overwhelmed anyway. Yes, there is no doubt that had Soren done that upon our first time together, I probably would have been a little freaked. Although on that matter, the whole thing is rather impressive. Absently I wonder if it serves any purpose to them at all- other than to have a good time that is.
"Maybe I would be a little, yeah," I admit, giggling in tandem with him. "But it was also kind of hot, so who am I to say?" Slightly dizzy from the lingering pleasure, I pad over the kitchen tiles to land a kiss on his cheek, stretching on my tiptoes in order to reach. Even with my limbs having lengthened as a vampire, I am still am rather short. Ithuriel always used to tease me about it- I was hardly taller than the council members, and those ancient, snarky angels hardly need any other reason to look down on me.
Irritably, I frown. It is quite the curse.
Soren's sweet, honeyed caress lures me from my misgivings. Lovingly, he runs a finger across my cheek.
"Did you like it, darling? Did you enjoy the pleasure?"
The side of my mouth twitches upwards. Smiling, I bat my eyelids at him, pressing my body up to his chest, wrapping my arms tightly around him.
"Of course, your sexual prowess never seems to fail you. Or fail me, for that matter. You are very... arousing. Though I am curious, out of the obvious reason that is for pleasure, does it have any purpose- the glamour that is?"
Soren pulls me back slightly, his hands on my shoulders, eyebrows raised to a look of quizzical puzzlement and faint amusement. Absently, he brings a hand up to trace my jaw, his fingers running across the roundness of my face and the slight raise of my cheekbones. Eventually, they stop at the lips, pressing against my soft plump lips as his eyes meet mine, the silence between us deafening. There is a look of rigid concentration on his face, his lips moving in silent speech, mulling over his words. I consider saying something, anything, to try and break him from his dazed adventuring of my features (though secretly another part of me does not protest the action), until at last Soren says:
"Yes, it does have a significance to my species. A very big one, in fact," he utters, his voice barely surpassing a whisper, as though fearing that in speaking too loud, he might cause me to shatter. "It's difficult to explain sometimes, and perhaps it is not a subject you would wish to talk about- after all I do not know your stance on the matter," he admits heavily, his shoulders heaving with one long breath out.
"No, no, tell me, its okay," I murmur, running a finger in spirals across his chest. I lean closer, eager to listen to the velvet hum of his words and feel that doting caress of his fingers on my skin. A far off look plays on his features.
"Well, you see," he says, giving me a small smile as he plays with my hair, twiddling the stands between his fingers. "Vampires have great difficulty getting pregnant. Due to their undead composition, and the pleasure seeking nature of our ways, we have… evolved… to be much less fertile than other species. I am not sure your take on pregnancy, or if you ever want to have a child, but for many vampire woman, it is a senstive topic. Many see the offspring of morals, how frequently they can reproduce, and often become enraged or jealous. As powerful as we are, and immortal, it is rather fitting that the one thing we struggle to do it give life." he chuckles loosely, but there is a dark gleam in his eye, a poignant look swimming in his features.
It would seem there is something else he is not telling me, something big lying under the surface of his immortally pale flesh. I do not want to push the matter, but seeing the mournful expression on his face, I can hardly stick around and let it be.
"I can see why that might be an issue, yes," I assure slowly, my hand cupping his cheek in gentle reassurance. Softly, I give him a light kiss on the lips, and his body relaxes a little at my touch. A little choked up, he continues, trying his best to hide the croak of his voice:
"My mother, she tried for hundreds of years after Azrael was born to have another child. But she never could. It drove her crazy, to the point of madness Then one day she went out into the angels territory and-"
He cuts of, his head in his hands, tipping back against the tears.
"She was grieved. She let them kill her, the angels. And then when my father found her body, he didn't want to live anymore either."
It takes me a good moment to realise there are tears slipping down my cheek. At his words, and grief, my heart throbs. Despairingly, I throw my arms around Soren, trying my very best to comfort his sorrows. Hesitantly, he brings a hand to the back of my head, pressing me to him.
"I'm sorry," I whisper, swallowing back tears. "I didn't know."
A wan smile graces Soren's face as he wipes away his tears.
"It's alright, little dove. But I suppose you know now. It can take one hundred years for a pregnancy to occur, and even then there have been others- like my mother- that are longer. Glamour is a way to combat this: vampires have developed a much more efficient way of orgasming. Females are stimulated to release additional eggs, and males release much more sperm, increasing the chances for a pregnancy to occur. Of course, it isn't guaranteed to work."
The lingering grief has somewhat dispelled from Soren's voice, but I can tell most of it he is only hiding for my sake, although I wish he wouldn't.
I start to open my mouth in an attempt to protest, but Soren quickly realises what I am going to say. Lovingly, he moves his hand down to the flat of my stomach, rubbing his hand over it gently, as though envisioning a slight swell there. "Don't worry, you would know if you were pregnant. Vampire foetuses develop into babies in a matter of weeks. If you were pregnant, your stomach would already have begun to swell to accommodate it. That said, I don't particularly plan on having children for a while. I am rather content to continue to worship your body long into the night and have you as my Queen."
I sniff.
"Well, that isn't that terrifying. You are telling me I could give birth in a couple of weeks?"
Soren shrugs, drawing me into his arms to allow me to rest my head upon his shoulder. His fingers trail up and down my spine, sending tingle sensations rippling throughout my body.
"Yes, it compensates for the fact that actually getting pregnant can take centuries. But don't worry yourself, darling, if you really want to ensure you don't get pregnant, I can get you some pills for the town. Does that suit you?"
I give him a grateful smile, pulling back to rest my hands flat upon his shoulder.
"Yes, thank you, honey," I giggle a little, reaching up to place a sly kiss on his cheek.
Soren raises a brow in silent questioning.
"...Honey?" Upon seeing the startled, if not slightly bewildered look on his face, I frown a little.
"You don't like it?"
Frantically, Soren shakes his head in response, his movements a little too eager to be natural.
"No, no, darling, I love it. Though I am curious as to where this name came from."
"Well, I just thought it was cute," I admit, leaning back on my heels to get a better look at him, watching as the confusion on his face melts and dwindles into oblivion. No matter how much he tries to hide it, the smile playing on his lips is obvious.
"Fair enough then. Well I suppose-" I do not hear the rest of his sentence due to the massive yawn that escapes my lips. Stretching out in his grip, Soren watches in faint amusement as my yawn subsides, leaving me bleary eyed and restless in his grip.
"Tired?" he asks, a tinge of murmuring mirth waning in the edges of his voice. I nod my head bleakly.
"A little bit, yeah."
Soren nods his understanding.
"You have had a busy day. And being not fully vampire, I would expect that is the likely outcome of things. Come on," he says, scooping me up into his arms before I can even have the chance to protest. "Let's get you to bed."
Not a single part of me can be bothered to complain as he presses me up against his warm chest, soft and surprisingly comforting, dancing his way out of the kitchen with steps lighter than any forest fairy. His breath fans over the top of my head as he places a series of tender kisses against my skin, and quickly I find myself melting into the pleasurable caress of his body against mine, his fingers laced around my own. Full and content, I skin into him, letting his arms wrap around me like the tight embrace of a bear over their cubs.
He feels like home.
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At Soren's words, I blush a little, not really sure what to expect, but finding myself overwhelmed anyway. Yes, there is no doubt that had Soren done that upon our first time together, I probably would have been a little freaked. Although on that matter, the whole thing is rather impressive. Absently I wonder if it serves any purpose to them at all- other than to have a good time that is.
"Maybe I would be a little, yeah," I admit, giggling in tandem with him. "But it was also kind of hot, so who am I to say?" Slightly dizzy from the lingering pleasure, I pad over the kitchen tiles to land a kiss on his cheek, stretching on my tiptoes in order to reach. Even with my limbs having lengthened as a vampire, I am still am rather short. Ithuriel always used to tease me about it- I was hardly taller than the council members, and those ancient, snarky angels hardly need any other reason to look down on me.
Irritably, I frown. It is quite the curse.
Soren's sweet, honeyed caress lures me from my misgivings. Lovingly, he runs a finger across my cheek.
"Did you like it, darling? Did you enjoy the pleasure?"
The side of my mouth twitches upwards. Smiling, I bat my eyelids at him, pressing my body up to his chest, wrapping my arms tightly around him.
"Of course, your sexual prowess never seems to fail you. Or fail me, for that matter. You are very... arousing. Though I am curious, out of the obvious reason that is for pleasure, does it have any purpose- the glamour that is?"
Soren pulls me back slightly, his hands on my shoulders, eyebrows raised to a look of quizzical puzzlement and faint amusement. Absently, he brings a hand up to trace my jaw, his fingers running across the roundness of my face and the slight raise of my cheekbones. Eventually, they stop at the lips, pressing against my soft plump lips as his eyes meet mine, the silence between us deafening. There is a look of rigid concentration on his face, his lips moving in silent speech, mulling over his words. I consider saying something, anything, to try and break him from his dazed adventuring of my features (though secretly another part of me does not protest the action), until at last Soren says:
"Yes, it does have a significance to my species. A very big one, in fact," he utters, his voice barely surpassing a whisper, as though fearing that in speaking too loud, he might cause me to shatter. "It's difficult to explain sometimes, and perhaps it is not a subject you would wish to talk about- after all I do not know your stance on the matter," he admits heavily, his shoulders heaving with one long breath out.
"No, no, tell me, its okay," I murmur, running a finger in spirals across his chest. I lean closer, eager to listen to the velvet hum of his words and feel that doting caress of his fingers on my skin. A far off look plays on his features.
"Well, you see," he says, giving me a small smile as he plays with my hair, twiddling the stands between his fingers. "Vampires have great difficulty getting pregnant. Due to their undead composition, and the pleasure seeking nature of our ways, we have… evolved… to be much less fertile than other species. I am not sure your take on pregnancy, or if you ever want to have a child, but for many vampire woman, it is a senstive topic. Many see the offspring of morals, how frequently they can reproduce, and often become enraged or jealous. As powerful as we are, and immortal, it is rather fitting that the one thing we struggle to do it give life." he chuckles loosely, but there is a dark gleam in his eye, a poignant look swimming in his features.
It would seem there is something else he is not telling me, something big lying under the surface of his immortally pale flesh. I do not want to push the matter, but seeing the mournful expression on his face, I can hardly stick around and let it be.
"I can see why that might be an issue, yes," I assure slowly, my hand cupping his cheek in gentle reassurance. Softly, I give him a light kiss on the lips, and his body relaxes a little at my touch. A little choked up, he continues, trying his best to hide the croak of his voice:
"My mother, she tried for hundreds of years after Azrael was born to have another child. But she never could. It drove her crazy, to the point of madness Then one day she went out into the angels territory and-"
He cuts of, his head in his hands, tipping back against the tears.
"She was grieved. She let them kill her, the angels. And then when my father found her body, he didn't want to live anymore either."
It takes me a good moment to realise there are tears slipping down my cheek. At his words, and grief, my heart throbs. Despairingly, I throw my arms around Soren, trying my very best to comfort his sorrows. Hesitantly, he brings a hand to the back of my head, pressing me to him.
"I'm sorry," I whisper, swallowing back tears. "I didn't know."
A wan smile graces Soren's face as he wipes away his tears.
"It's alright, little dove. But I suppose you know now. It can take one hundred years for a pregnancy to occur, and even then there have been others- like my mother- that are longer. Glamour is a way to combat this: vampires have developed a much more efficient way of orgasming. Females are stimulated to release additional eggs, and males release much more sperm, increasing the chances for a pregnancy to occur. Of course, it isn't guaranteed to work."
The lingering grief has somewhat dispelled from Soren's voice, but I can tell most of it he is only hiding for my sake, although I wish he wouldn't.
I start to open my mouth in an attempt to protest, but Soren quickly realises what I am going to say. Lovingly, he moves his hand down to the flat of my stomach, rubbing his hand over it gently, as though envisioning a slight swell there. "Don't worry, you would know if you were pregnant. Vampire foetuses develop into babies in a matter of weeks. If you were pregnant, your stomach would already have begun to swell to accommodate it. That said, I don't particularly plan on having children for a while. I am rather content to continue to worship your body long into the night and have you as my Queen."
I sniff.
"Well, that isn't that terrifying. You are telling me I could give birth in a couple of weeks?"
Soren shrugs, drawing me into his arms to allow me to rest my head upon his shoulder. His fingers trail up and down my spine, sending tingle sensations rippling throughout my body.
"Yes, it compensates for the fact that actually getting pregnant can take centuries. But don't worry yourself, darling, if you really want to ensure you don't get pregnant, I can get you some pills for the town. Does that suit you?"
I give him a grateful smile, pulling back to rest my hands flat upon his shoulder.
"Yes, thank you, honey," I giggle a little, reaching up to place a sly kiss on his cheek.
Soren raises a brow in silent questioning.
"...Honey?" Upon seeing the startled, if not slightly bewildered look on his face, I frown a little.
"You don't like it?"
Frantically, Soren shakes his head in response, his movements a little too eager to be natural.
"No, no, darling, I love it. Though I am curious as to where this name came from."
"Well, I just thought it was cute," I admit, leaning back on my heels to get a better look at him, watching as the confusion on his face melts and dwindles into oblivion. No matter how much he tries to hide it, the smile playing on his lips is obvious.
"Fair enough then. Well I suppose-" I do not hear the rest of his sentence due to the massive yawn that escapes my lips. Stretching out in his grip, Soren watches in faint amusement as my yawn subsides, leaving me bleary eyed and restless in his grip.
"Tired?" he asks, a tinge of murmuring mirth waning in the edges of his voice. I nod my head bleakly.
"A little bit, yeah."
Soren nods his understanding.
"You have had a busy day. And being not fully vampire, I would expect that is the likely outcome of things. Come on," he says, scooping me up into his arms before I can even have the chance to protest. "Let's get you to bed."
Not a single part of me can be bothered to complain as he presses me up against his warm chest, soft and surprisingly comforting, dancing his way out of the kitchen with steps lighter than any forest fairy. His breath fans over the top of my head as he places a series of tender kisses against my skin, and quickly I find myself melting into the pleasurable caress of his body against mine, his fingers laced around my own. Full and content, I skin into him, letting his arms wrap around me like the tight embrace of a bear over their cubs.
He feels like home.
At Soren's words, I blush a little, not really sure what to expect, but finding myself overwhelmed anyway. Yes, there is no doubt that had Soren done that upon our first time together, I probably would have been a little freaked. Although on that matter, the whole thing is rather impressive. Absently I wonder if it serves any purpose to them at all- other than to have a good time that is."Maybe I would be a little, yeah," I admit, giggling in tandem with him. "But it was also kind of hot, so who am I to say?" Slightly dizzy from the lingering pleasure, I pad over the kitchen tiles to land a kiss on his cheek, stretching on my tiptoes in order to reach. Even with my limbs having lengthened as a vampire, I am still am rather short. Ithuriel always used to tease me about it- I was hardly taller than the council members, and those ancient, snarky angels hardly need any other reason to look down on me.Irritably, I frown. It is quite the curse.Soren's sweet, honeyed caress lures me from my misgivings. Lovingly, he runs a finger across my cheek."Did you like it, darling? Did you enjoy the pleasure?" The side of my mouth twitches upwards. Smiling, I bat my eyelids at him, pressing my body up to his chest, wrapping my arms tightly around him."Of course, your sexual prowess never seems to fail you. Or fail me, for that matter. You are very... arousing. Though I am curious, out of the obvious reason that is for pleasure, does it have any purpose- the glamour that is?"Soren pulls me back slightly, his hands on my shoulders, eyebrows raised to a look of quizzical puzzlement and faint amusement. Absently, he brings a hand up to trace my jaw, his fingers running across the roundness of my face and the slight raise of my cheekbones. Eventually, they stop at the lips, pressing against my soft plump lips as his eyes meet mine, the silence between us deafening. There is a look of rigid concentration on his face, his lips moving in silent speech, mulling over his words. I consider saying something, anything, to try and break him from his dazed adventuring of my features though secretly another part of me does not protest the action, until at last Soren says:"Yes, it does have a significance to my species. A very big one, in fact," he utters, his voice barely surpassing a whisper, as though fearing that in speaking too loud, he might cause me to shatter. "It's difficult to explain sometimes, and perhaps it is not a subject you would wish to talk about- after all I do not know your stance on the matter," he admits heavily, his shoulders heaving with one long breath out."No, no, tell me, its okay," I murmur, running a finger in spirals across his chest. I lean closer, eager to listen to the velvet hum of his words and feel that doting caress of his fingers on my skin. A far off look plays on his features."Well, you see," he says, giving me a small smile as he plays with my hair, twiddling the stands between his fingers. "Vampires have great difficulty getting pregnant. Due to their undead composition, and the pleasure seeking nature of our ways, we have evolved to be much less fertile than other species. I am not sure your take on pregnancy, or if you ever want to have a child, but for many vampire woman, it is a senstive topic. Many see the offspring of morals, how frequently they can reproduce, and often become enraged or jealous. As powerful as we are, and immortal, it is rather fitting that the one thing we struggle to do it give life." he chuckles loosely, but there is a dark gleam in his eye, a poignant look swimming in his features.It would seem there is something else he is not telling me, something big lying under the surface of his immortally pale flesh. I do not want to push the matter, but seeing the mournful expression on his face, I can hardly stick around and let it be."I can see why that might be an issue, yes," I assure slowly, my hand cupping his cheek in gentle reassurance. Softly, I give him a light kiss on the lips, and his body relaxes a little at my touch. A little choked up, he continues, trying his best to hide the croak of his voice:"My mother, she tried for hundreds of years after Azrael was born to have another child. But she never could. It drove her crazy, to the point of madness Then one day she went out into the angels territory and-"He cuts of, his head in his hands, tipping back against the tears."She was grieved. She let them kill her, the angels. And then when my father found her body, he didn't want to live anymore either."It takes me a good moment to realise there are tears slipping down my cheek. At his words, and grief, my heart throbs. Despairingly, I throw my arms around Soren, trying my very best to comfort his sorrows. Hesitantly, he brings a hand to the back of my head, pressing me to him."I'm sorry," I whisper, swallowing back tears. "I didn't know."A wan smile graces Soren's face as he wipes away his tears."It's alright, little dove. But I suppose you know now. It can take one hundred years for a pregnancy to occur, and even then there have been others- like my mother- that are longer. Glamour is a way to combat this: vampires have developed a much more efficient way of orgasming. Females are stimulated to release additional eggs, and males release much more sperm, increasing the chances for a pregnancy to occur. Of course, it isn't guaranteed to work."The lingering grief has somewhat dispelled from Soren's voice, but I can tell most of it he is only hiding for my sake, although I wish he wouldn't.I start to open my mouth in an attempt to protest, but Soren quickly realises what I am going to say. Lovingly, he moves his hand down to the flat of my stomach, rubbing his hand over it gently, as though envisioning a slight swell there. "Don't worry, you would know if you were pregnant. Vampire foetuses develop into babies in a matter of weeks. If you were pregnant, your stomach would already have begun to swell to accommodate it. That said, I don't particularly plan on having children for a while. I am rather content to continue to worship your body long into the night and have you as my Queen."I sniff."Well, that isn't that terrifying. You are telling me I could give birth in a couple of weeks?"Soren shrugs, drawing me into his arms to allow me to rest my head upon his shoulder. His fingers trail up and down my spine, sending tingle sensations rippling throughout my body."Yes, it compensates for the fact that actually getting pregnant can take centuries. But don't worry yourself, darling, if you really want to ensure you don't get pregnant, I can get you some pills for the town. Does that suit you?"I give him a grateful smile, pulling back to rest my hands flat upon his shoulder."Yes, thank you, honey," I giggle a little, reaching up to place a sly kiss on his cheek.Soren raises a brow in silent questioning."...Honey?" Upon seeing the startled, if not slightly bewildered look on his face, I frown a little."You don't like it?"Frantically, Soren shakes his head in response, his movements a little too eager to be natural."No, no, darling, I love it. Though I am curious as to where this name came from.""Well, I just thought it was cute," I admit, leaning back on my heels to get a better look at him, watching as the confusion on his face melts and dwindles into oblivion. No matter how much he tries to hide it, the smile playing on his lips is obvious. "Fair enough then. Well I suppose-" I do not hear the rest of his sentence due to the massive yawn that escapes my lips. Stretching out in his grip, Soren watches in faint amusement as my yawn subsides, leaving me bleary eyed and restless in his grip."Tired?" he asks, a tinge of murmuring mirth waning in the edges of his voice. I nod my head bleakly."A little bit, yeah."Soren nods his understanding."You have had a busy day. And being not fully vampire, I would expect that is the likely outcome of things. Come on," he says, scooping me up into his arms before I can even have the chance to protest. "Let's get you to bed."Not a single part of me can be bothered to complain as he presses me up against his warm chest, soft and surprisingly comforting, dancing his way out of the kitchen with steps lighter than any forest fairy. His breath fans over the top of my head as he places a series of tender kisses against my skin, and quickly I find myself melting into the pleasurable caress of his body against mine, his fingers laced around my own. Full and content, I skin into him, letting his arms wrap around me like the tight embrace of a bear over their cubs.He feels like home.
