[Transylvania] Castlevania

[Bloodedge]

The progressing transformation seemed to carry some benefits for Sorin, which were manifesting themselves already. The blood he drew from this secondary bite - it was almost the same as the blood he'd drank from her previously. Even with the obvious difference in flavor and general sensation he took from it now, it remained leagues above any other blood he'd ever drawn from someone. The tension in his own muscles returned, channeling through his fingers. His tight grip would result in claws digging into Kasmina's upper arms, but again, he saw no consequences this time around. A brief, downward drag of his claws preceded their removal from her skin, but it also preceded his hands gripping the top of her wedding dress to pull it off her arms in a downward, ripping motion. The blood had begun trailing more regularly from his bite. It was Sorin's intention to bare the cleavage atop Kasmina's corset, sparing the dress of stains as blood trickled down her torso.

[Apollymi]

If Sorin received something from his work, Kasmina was unaware of it, but also fine with it. After all, if he was helping her keep her sanity it was fine for him to have fun with it. Something more akin to aggression came with his more recent motions, as she soon found herself touched by claws. At each point one of them made contact with her skin and additional dragging took place. And again she didn't mind. The pain from burning alive on the inside was far worse than anything her skin managed to feel. His aggression wasn't limited to her body either, as soon her dress was being dragged from her upper body to reveal the freshly made corset as well. She'd also note that blood seemed to be dripping from her person in various places, though that was somewhat relieving as her blood pressure seemed to be steadily dropping. This made it so that each beat happened with a bit less fervor, a bit less burn, it was relief, more than she could have hoped for.

[Bloodedge]

Sorin had his fangs deep within the woman's neck, but as the trail of blood reached the top of her corset, he removed his fangs and hands from her person. Dark mist surrounded his body, and that of Kasmina's, and Sorin suddenly seemed as if he'd phased through her body to reach her back. From there, he faced her rear. Fangs would not soon find themselves at home in Kasmina's neck again. Alternatively, the claws of Sorin did find a new place to explore, in the form of the strings which kept Kasmina's corset in place.

"Forgive my rudeness." In his trance-like state, Sorin's glowing eyes traveled down the string, and his right forefinger rose to the point of its tying. A nimble claw slipped itself into the knot, and a single tug undid said knot. A few plucks here and there pulled the string from its holding rings. His gaze observed the falling of strings which appeared longer with each movement his claw made. At the same time, the corset would become looser and looser, until a pull of his claw removed the string from its final hole and tossed it across the room.

[Apollymi]

That infinitely cooling sensation which occurred as blood dripped from the wound further down her neck she soon found her husband had ceased his biting. Instead the 'Mist-walking' ability he possessed had taken him to her rear, which was somewhat surprising to her, but she was still capable of real thought and thus fully able to process this man's apparent apologies for his rudeness. Her eyes widened as she peeked over her left shoulder at him as he worked on the corset at her rear. Surprisingly enough she could feel the loosening of this item of clothing, felt it even as it slipped down her skin with acute sensation which she hadn't known it to possess. She might have found this maddening or enticing, had she not been warming back up, albeit at a much slower pace.

"There is nothing to forgive," she mentioned as soon enough he'd completed the task of unlacing the corset which allowed it to fall from her fore while he tossed the string in another direction. She could hardly be upset about any of this, still she had the rather forward realization that she was now topless in front of this man, which brought a blush to her face, which she hadn't considered possible given the current state of her being. But it seemed Kasmina was enough herself to at least give a moment of thought to being even partially nude in front of someone for the first time.

[Bloodedge]

"If that is your belief, so be it," he replied. Even while not looking into the woman's face, Sorin knew of her blushing. This was far from the first time she'd done this in his presence. He could clearly smell the blood pooling in her face when this happened. The scent brought his gaze to her face without a moment of further hesitation, though he'd taken the view of her back in stride for its duration beforehand. "Empty the blood from your face, my lady. You've no need to feel something as trivial as embarrassment." As these words were spoken, his left hand reached up to touch the chin of Kasmina. In doing so, he held her head in its turned position and leaned over her shoulder to find her lips with his own again. This lasted no more than a few seconds before his withdrawal, which saw a thread of their blood mixture bridging their lips until it stretched thin enough to break between them. "You've regained your ability to speak. Good. I daresay I've missed your voice this past few minutes."

[Apollymi]

A smirk crossed Kasmina's face when Sorin seemed to readily acquiesce to her statement of the lack of apology needed for anything he'd done. Something about this man's rather accommodating nature, in conjunction with how nicely he treated her, seemed to make her an unreasonably happy individual. And such a reaction to him was developed and demonstrated even in moments such as this when the whole of her mind seemed to be aflame. It seemed that Sorin could tell she was blushing, which she figured probably had something to do with the way her blood smelled to him, even so the slightest of pouts came to her face, as she had no real control over how or why that happened on such a regular basis around or about this man.

Sadly, before she could protest and argue these points, Sorin tilted her head up toward him by her chin and they shared a brief kiss over her shoulder, which filled her with delight, and somehow managed to calm the blush in her face. When their lips separated she saw the small string of mixed blood between them, smelled it even but felt nothing of it until it snapped, leaving them appropriately disconnected once more. "Oh? I did not intend to be quiet for so long..." she said as she turned. Having been rid of most of her clothing already it seemed unfair to her that this man only had the buttons of his shirt undone. As such once she was facing him again, she began again her work of disrobing him as well seemingly without a care in the world, even topless, as tiny clawed hands aimed to slip him out of his shirts completely and she found herself staring up and into his eyes again a smile on her face which gently showed fangs. Her fingertips moving ever so gently across his exposed flesh, it was like she was feeling things for the first time and everything felt so different and new. She wondered then if there would be a major adjustment in all aspects of her life, feeling these new sensations as a vampire.

[Bloodedge]

"Worry not, my dear," he said whilst taking his right hand to the side of Kasmina's head, rubbing along her hair until he reached the point of her left pigtail. There was a certain amount of care he thought to take with this woman, most specifically now that he seemed to have broken his brief trance again. He had to keep his restraints in mind, though not nearly to the extent of times prior to their marriage. Post-matrimony, God's eyes were not upon them in the same manner as they were previously. Sorin had already taken advantage of this, and it appeared Kasmina was now to do the same. Over the course of the few moments following her turn to face him, he'd been rid of his overcoat and shirt. His scrawny-built torso was now exposed, and with a single step forward, that torso was pressed against the bust of his wife. "If it is my touch that silences your raging blood, then let that silence be filled by your voice ringing through these corridors."

The mingling of flesh these two were now locked into was a sensation to bring forth a new era of living for Sorin. As the heat from two bodies intermingled, passing from one person into the other, Sorin sighed. It was a sigh to mark his contentment. He'd spent many years cooped up in these walls, stewing in the lavish lifestyle of the wealthy and socially aloof. For the most part, he'd known only his mother, his servants, and various aristocratic individuals from across these lands. Thrill-seeking had led him to his regular full moon-night feasts on mortals, but he'd never imagined the embrace of a born mortal providing such comfort. As his left arm wrapped around Kasmina's bare midriff, his right hand rose from the side of her head to pull away her mob cap and loosen her hair all at once.

[Apollymi]

She was told not to worry as the man moved his hands about her face and to her hair. Whatever her was thinking she knew she'd know it eventually and as she rid him of this upper body clothing, he was soon pressed against her, sending the same cooling sensation against her skin that he always did. "As you wish," Kasmina found herself saying in reply to his request. Of course, before this point, she'd never once thought that she could want to enjoy her wedding or marriage the way she was presently. As far as she was concerned and for years of her young life, her wedding night would be something forced and shunned. But at present she found herself wrapped in Sorin's embrace, and enjoying every single second of it. A squeal of delight escaped her in a manner similar to Sorin's contented sigh, when she imagined her life, sold off to the aristocracy, she didn't imagine she'd actually be happy. Even now, feverish with powerful blood, she was exactly where she wanted to be. As her hair came down the giant curled locks seemed to unravel at their seams, loosening to closer to full length, as her mob cap was discarded. Her right hand slid up around the back of neck as she went closer for the kiss she desired now, while her left found itself wrapped around his thin body as well. She liked the sensation of their skin touching, of them being so close and she wished to experience this as much as possible, as the slightest of movements against his skin caused her body to feel new and different sensations.

[Bloodedge]

Though Kasmina's skin against his own warmed him over time, Sorin felt the plague of a chill stemming from his spine, and spreading across his torso and upper arms. This was an entirely new sensation for the vampire. He could not explain it, but there were tiny bumps appearing across his skin. This feeling was certainly akin to cold crawling across his exposed body, but his internal temperature remained intact. If he cared to note this change, it mattered not. Kasmina closed the distance between their faces, and Sorin was at the ready to respond to this motion as their lips met. He was sure to make this the longest kiss they'd shared thus far; others had been fleeting, but for this... he remained still with his eyes coming to a slow close. The strange chill which plagued him only grew more intense as the seconds passed. The sensation only resulted in his arms rubbing against Kasmina's back as they found their place to rest.

[Apollymi]

The moments of their lips meeting seemed to stretch on eternally. Kasmina found herself wrapped up in Sorin's arms feeling his skin pressed up against hers was almost divine. As their kiss stretched on she found herself lost in the sensation and in so doing was losing her well kept composure. She'd been so silent and patient before this moment, that the frenzy she seemed to be building up to seemed out of character. Her hand around the back of his neck spread out and pushed down as if she intended to enter this man through his mouth in this moment, and she did.

Her tongue slipping between her fangs and into his mouth as she desired to taste him, to overtake him even. Her mind had never held such thoughts before but at present she burned with the desire to possess him in every way she could. Kasmina was always in control of herself, as nothing else ever seemed to be hers to control, but in this moment, she'd push aside blood lust, and found herself desiring only the man before her. Kasmina to her credit hadn't known it was possible to feel this way but now that she did, she didn't want to let it go. 'More!' Her mind was demanding things of her and her body felt obligated to reply the hand she'd had wrapped around his body slowly slid down and around his hips finding itself soon enough at the front of his trousers.

[Bloodedge]

Something stranger yet than chills of the skin would befall Sorin this day. Kasmina's tongue found its way into the confines of his mouth in a ritual he'd not seen, nor heard of, prior to this day. Peculiar though it was, there was something more to it - something that could perhaps be called eroticism. This was surely something that could catch on, but it would not be addressed until Sorin finally pulled away. This retreat did not occur until the moment following Kasmina's hand reaching his trousers. When he spoke, he did so with eyes full of wonder for what had occurred here. "Your tongue dances around my mouth like an eel. So strange; what is this?"

[Apollymi]

Kasmina seemed to be quite engrossed in her activities. As such when the pair finally parted she was more than a bit surprised when she was addressed so directly. Surprisingly enough, Kasmina had never thought to do a thing like what she'd done before, so when Sorin pulled away and questioned her with much wonderment, she had no way offering a reply about her actions. A sigh escaped her but she didn't move her hand, no, instead she found herself tracing the skin around his trousers with her index finger. "If I am being honest, I know not why I did that... nor what to call it," she mentioned as she leaned forward and placed a kiss on his chest before looking up at him. "My mind is in constant frenzy and I had a passing thought I could possess you in such a way, so I did," she said seemingly having the explanation that it was nothing she had a name or explanation for, besides her own current state. Still as she looked up at the man before her she doubted that he'd disliked it in any way. "Would you like me to show you again?"

[Bloodedge]

The finger trailing along the flesh just above his trousers, in conjunction with the warmth of Kasmina's lips upon his chest, saw to the return of that strange sensation Sorin had experienced moments prior. Hairs everywhere exposed flesh could be found upon him were standing on edge. Though he did not know what this feeling was, he felt as if it was something pleasant.

Kasmina did not know of what she'd done. Whatever it was, it was something new and exciting for both parties to experience. Kasmina likened it to something possessive to use on Sorin, whereas he treated it as something of a thrill to seek more of. The question of whether he wished for her to show him again needed no answer. Instead, the male vampire leaned in to take Kasmina's mouth for himself, slipping his tongue into its confines this time. He would be trying this again, but now he felt Kasmina deserved the experience of being on the receiving end.

[Apollymi]

After kissing his chest Kasmina looked up at the man. And though she'd explained her part in this new interaction between them, he hadn't answered as to whether he'd enjoy being shown again. Instead her finger continued to trace right along the front of his trousers where she eventually came across the gently prickling hairs which accompanied this man's unknown mood. Such things could happen for a great number of reasons, but given their present predicament she'd assume they were her own doing and take some pride in that fact. Before she could voice any notice of this, Sorin was leaning into her, aiming to press their lips together once more, and soon after slipping his tongue into her mouth.

From this side the experience was completely new. If she'd originally felt that she'd been trying to get inside this man, to have him to herself in some way unknown to others. She now felt he'd done the same to her. As this tongue moved about within the confines of her mouth she couldn't help but sigh, it was so different it sent tingles down her person. Thrilling even to experience something so new, Kasmina couldn't have been more pleased. Her body reacted to it, a gentle prickle along her skin followed by the swell of a flush. She couldn't make herself pull away from this attention. No, she needed more, as his tongue danced around in the warm space which was her mouth, she allowed her own to gently move against it, prodding aiming to share the space, her mouth opening a tiny bit wider to accommodate the movements as she further lost herself in the combined taste of their mouth and this feeling of closeness shared between them.

[Bloodedge]

The strange ritual started by Kasmina, and continued by Sorin, suddenly became something of a waltz between two tongues. It was strange... something that could be considered the childish act of one unfamiliar with the typical meeting of lips, but there was something deeper to take note of about it. There was a level of intimacy in this that went undiscovered when doing the norm. Sorin's loins were stirred, and his very soul was aflame. His own lips parted after hers, taking the cue to permit easier access to both tongues into the other's respective mouth.

As this went on, Sorin found himself reaching out to grasp the woman's remaining garments deeply enough that his fingers were upon the inner side of her petticoat. A forward step would have his body pressed against hers in a way that suggested her stepping backwards, which Sorin intended to have continued until Kasmina reached the foot of their now-shared bed. He would see her seated upon it, should all things go according to his will, and would use newfound leverage to lean her back until he could pull her skirt and petticoat upwards in raising her legs, all to reveal more hidden secrets for his eyes to behold.