[Transylvania] Castlevania

[Apollymi]

Kasmina would soon see the dance of their tongues evolve into something more. As there was now more space between their faces she found it much easier to slip her tongue into the space between them as she met Sorin with similar force. And if he felt inflamed by this moment, she also felt the same, delighted even as they progressed ever further.

But soon enough Sorin was stepping into her, and she could do nothing but take his cue. Taking steps ever backward without looking because she felt this man would not lead her astray. Soon these steps between their rather passionate kissing would leave her seated upon the edge of their bed with the man's hands rather astutely situated on either side of her hips, all the way beneath her petticoats. He leaned her away and then removed from her person all of these layers leaving her wearing nothing but the nicely stitched black tuttle lace underwear with the single zigzag pattern of white. The thigh high silk stockings which ended in white lace garters with red ribbons atop them, covered her legs. Such a thing would have the young woman lying back against the bed looking at her husband feeling absolutely vulnerable but also completely enamored, she couldn't look away, though every fiber of who she was before wanted to. Instead she found herself staring at the man before her.

[Bloodedge]

Sorin's view of the woman was momentarily obscured by the clothing articles he removed, as he rid her of them. After discarding the garments to the floor nearby, though, he was given full view of a pair of legs covered only by thin silk and garters. His attention was captured absolutely by this sight. These articles of silk did something toward accentuating the creamy skin his fangs once longed for. He now longed for this flesh in different ways, and it was well within the realm of reason for him to seek it this time. "Madalina has outdone herself once more, I see," said the male. His inspection of Kasmina's body gave him a few different angles of her form as he moved about, and this included the extravagantly crafted undergarments she sported beneath her wedding ensemble. Within moments of receiving this view, he hovered over her on the bed, supporting his weight with only his left hand against the mattress beside her head. When he spoke, he did so from a face mere inches from Kasmina's. "The mind does wander, my lady. You'd drive a man to insanity in garbs like that."

[Apollymi]

It would seem that her husband was soon transfixed, as he stared down at her it took him several moments to say anything. While this happened, Kasmina was left to look a bit astounded, wondering about his thoughts during this moment. They were soon voiced, in a commentary and praise of their seamstress' good work. Kasmina nodded her approval of this statement but before she could say anything Sorin was hovering atop her supported by one arm as he took in the full view of her person including her undergarments. Being watched under such an intense gaze, left the young woman nearly breathless as she couldn't resist the desire to fidget just a little under his watchful eye. Such movements were rather small and akin to squirming as if she could feel his eyes upon her person, though it wasn't an unpleasant experience it was well beyond what she expected. His words on the other hand garnered at least one reaction from her, which included a smile into the face mere inches from her own. "I believe that is the intention, dear husband..." the young woman said as she looked up at the man and moved her own head just the few inches forward to bring their lips together. Against the softness of the bed and with him in such close proximity she felt it was the best course of action.

[Bloodedge]

"Is it, now?" he asked as his right hand reached the cheek of his wife. The kiss shared between them then was fleeting, but it was immediately followed by more shared words in even closer proximity. "Would that be Madalina's intention... or yours, Kasmina Phantomhive?" This query was accompanied by another kiss, delivered this time by Sorin. Their parting this time came before Sorin letting his hand travel down Kasmina's body from her cheek. A single claw trailed down her neck, betwixt her breasts, and down her abdomen. Sorin skipped over the woman's undergarments to avoid tearing this eccentric item, and moved directly to the exposed flesh of her left thigh. This would be how he chose to unbuckle her garter belt from her stockings, one leg at a time.

[Apollymi]

A hand against the side of her face and a fleeting kiss seemed to please the young woman to no end. The first of the questions posed by this man didn't seem to require any real answer. It seemed quite rhetorical, but the next made the girl's eyes widen just a little. It was the first time she'd been addressed by her name, in such an intimate setting, and beyond that with this man's surname attached to her own. Something about the moment seemed to ooze closeness which Kasmina hadn't initially prepared for. Before the blush could even rise in her face, Sorin's lips were pressed against hers once more and she seemed fine to sink into this moment instead. When their faces separated once more, Kasmina gave herself the opportunity to answer, though on bated breath as Sorin let a single claw to explore her person. "Well, I would be remiss not to give all due credit to our lovely seamstress," she said as her breath seemed to catch and her skin broke out into a swell of goose flesh as his singular claw traveled down her person. "But I did put them on, even knowing it was a possibility, so I should take responsibility for that as well..." she said fairly evenly minded but she was still feeling the hints of arousal which never really seemed to drift very far away while the two of them were engaged in such a way. Something about this man taking off her clothes article by article seemed akin to him unwrapping a present and she was it. Kasmina seemed to enjoy this abundantly.

[Bloodedge]

"Well then... I suppose a descent into madness would only be courteous on my part, wouldn't it?" After disconnecting Kasmina's garter belt from her stockings, one may have expected Sorin to remove the latter. He would not, however, be doing this tonight. He did move farther down her legs, even seating himself between them in a way that left his face brushing against the inside of her left thigh while he reached out to discard the shoe upon that foot. This process recreated along the other leg, with the interim allowing Sorin a moment to smell the innocence upon this woman. Upon removing the second shoe, he only felt natural kissing the inside of her thigh as his hands trailed back up her legs. All the while, he looked through the corner of his eye to keep his gaze upon the face of the transforming woman.

[Apollymi]

Kasmina was being undressed by this man, and it somehow seemed like a strange form of teasing. Even so, she could not protest the treatment and as the man settled between her legs she found herself propping her upper body up on her elbows so she could see him rather easily. His words about his own apparent descent into madness being a courteous response to the intentions presented by her clothing made her eyes widen. "I can not form an argument against the logic," she mentioned as Sorin removed each of her shoes and she was blessed by the strange sensation of his skin against the minor exposed skin of each of her thighs while she still retained her stockings. It seemed by his own actions these would remain in place not that she minded. They offered her quite the interesting contrast of sensation as his hands made their way back up her legs and he kissed the inside of her thigh. This action brought a gasp from the young woman, and an immediate tingle all the way up her body. Such a strange action to cause this sort of reaction but as she looked down her person she locked eyes with Sorin, becoming transfixed with the sight.

[Bloodedge]

Sorin had no particular plan in mind for this endeavor. All he thought was to progress it by whatever means came in the moment, and presently - with his lips upon Kasmina's inner thigh - something came to him. She didn't seem crazed by the blood in her veins at present, but his thought and action was to open his mouth once more, and dig his fangs into the flesh of this thigh he'd been so close to. The bite was brief, but was certainly meant to draw blood. Only after he retracted his fangs did Sorin grab hold of the woman's undergarments and begin the process of sliding them down her legs as well. "Here's to eternity, my betrothed."

[Apollymi]

Kasmina watched as the man's lips pressed against her thigh, and though the movement itself had caused a somewhat instinctive reaction in the young woman, what happened next would cause a much more obvious reaction. As Sorin's fangs sank into the flesh of her thighs, Kasmina was left with a sensation which immediately felt her arousal go from where it was to peak in only the contact of his fangs in her flesh. The bite itself held that edge of pinch but soon after it was nothing but bliss. Her body would release all tension and soon after her eyes would slide to a close as her head fell back and a moan fell from those gently parted lips. A fresh flourish from this man's fangs was about the last thing she expected but just the right amount of cooling to let her feel as if there was nothing which would get between her and the pleasure she sought in her husband. Her next words would be breathlessly panted as Sorin aimed to remove her undergarments from her person. "To eternity..." the idea of forever had suddenly grown longer, but if this was the sort of attention she had to look forward to, Kasmina couldn't complain in the slightest.

[Bloodedge]

As if speaking the word eternity had damned him, Sorin felt as if eons passed by between the moment he took hold of Kasmina's undergarments, to the moment they were finally removed from her person. Just then, though... there it was. Right before him was a precious flower, never plucked, never sniffed. It was his for the taking, all toward the goal of a bouquet consisting of a single rose... or in this case, a lilac. All he had to do was claim it.

Standing, Sorin rid himself of the rear-buckling belt he wore, and soon after, did away with his boots and trousers. They were nothing more than a hindrance at this point. With his own garments tossed aside, Sorin bared erect manhood ready to find its home at last, as he once and truly claimed his wife. He once again took his place above her on the bed, breathing in a slightly heavier and hastier manner from his own excitement in this precious moment. "Let us join at last," he said whilst wearing a wide and fanged grin, mere breaths before his hardened groin found its place at the cusp of Kasmina's chasm of romance. His right hand steadied his already twitching member, granting him the leverage to enter the embrace of her undercarriage as he slid himself forward.

[Apollymi]

The next passing moments happened slowly enough to be an agonizing wait for Kasmina. As her undergarments were slipped from her hips and down her legs soon to be discarded she viewed her newlywed husband in a way she never had before. This moment was surreal, as the first and only man to view her so completely naked happened to be doing so right at this very moment. The look upon his face when her complete nudity was finally reached, seemed to only build upon the moment. And soon enough he was standing again.

Sorin's movements to Kasmina seemed to be rather hasty and excited as he discarded the rest of his own clothing seemingly without care for it. She saw him in his full nudity within just a few moments, and seemed to gasp at the vision. She had never seen a grown man so fully nude before and though she understood that they could join together in such a way, she hardly had any idea of how it actually worked out. Ah, but the time for practice was rather quickly at hand, as her husband retook his place atop her and she was left to stare up at him in wonder. The fanged grin which was set upon his visage set her at ease, as she relaxed into his embrace she felt the gentle prodding of her undercarriage by his hand guided member.

The words of her husband made her look into his face in this moment, only to feel the final push which would slid him home within her. "Aaah..." a moan escaped her body to feel this new sensation, one she'd never known before this moment. With the warm pulsing of this young woman she could feel within every detail of his silken member. Her own body fully accommodating this with neither pinch nor awkward discomfort as she was told to expect. Perhaps all previous forms of bite which let her feel cooling relaxation in the moments prior to this one, had fully prepared her. Or perhaps this was simply less painful than anything else she felt tonight. Regardless, she couldn't bare it a second of thought as this feeling of the two of them binding their bodies together in such a way, demanded literally all her attention.

[Bloodedge]

Sorin inserted himself, and felt as if he belonged upon doing so. This was clearly the best way to spend their wedding night, and the exchange of guilty pleasures seemed to have done wonders toward calming Kasmina's transformation as well. One would almost say at this point that there was no need to even go this far. Just the same, Sorin's response to such a claim would be that there was just as little reason not to go so far on the night of their wedding and Kasmina's, in a way, "funeral."

Accommodation was top-notch, as far as Sorin was concerned. His entry was far easier than his imagination led him to believe it would be, but this did not take from the pleasure of the moment. In fact, the pleasure he received from entry was far greater than what he had in mind. Not one to tarry, Sorin began to move his body to and fro by the efforts of his supporting arms and legs, allowing him to glide his manhood along the same pattern within the confines of Kasmina's core. Sorin had always been one for thrill-seeking, what with his moonlight feedings in the outside world and all, but this was something entirely new. A fire was lit within him. Romance was something he'd neither sought nor expected in his fifty-seven years of living in this world, but now that he'd tasted this small sample of it, he did not understand how he ever lived without it. It was a drug. Moving himself in such a way, and looking into the face of the woman he now called his wife, he felt all the worries of an entire mortal lifetime in nobility, all the concerns of the son of Dracula, burn away in his soul and scatter their ashes to the wind kicked up by his very movements. Bliss was the sole descriptor that came to mind...

[Apollymi]

Kasmina felt as if her entire body was alight once more. But it wasn't the insatiable burning of the new vampire blood, or the crazed burning of her transformation. No this was the blossoming of affection as she stared into her husband's face and felt him moving within her person. This amount of intimacy and this level of closeness wasn't anything like what she'd ever expected. Marriage was so likely to be forced in her case, she hadn't considered that it could ever be something she was actually interested in. But now in the heat of the moment she could not bring herself to look away. Her mind was filled with images of him and her blood no longer boiled but her skin flushed as her husband did his work. If this was what she had to look forward to for all eternity, she could do nothing but enjoy it.

"Sorin..." the young woman whispered this man's given name in a moment of passion as her eyes gently fluttered to a close. She was getting lost in the passion of this moment. Her hips moved against him gently as she felt that cooling sensation building like it hadn't before. Her entire face tingled with sensation and blood pounded in her ears. She could scarcely believe she could be this engrossed by anything. A full flush hand in a card game while betting her life's savings against three other players held less pull for her than the gentle stroking of her husband's manhood within her.

[Bloodedge]

While Kasmina thought she would never have interest in marriage due to it being a forced endeavor for her, Sorin simply never considered it being an option for him at all. He'd spent a large amount of his recent life around mortals, but never had one appealed to all of his senses in such a way. This alleged descent into madness was one he would gladly accept again and again, and given the circumstances, he surely would be doing so.

Continuous gradual diving into this woman's nether eventually resulted in the whisper of his given name. Sorin bared his fangs once more upon hearing this. Such a simple word, spoken in such a way, in such a moment, was like a calling to the immortal soul within him. It was a call he had to answer. As if he wasn't doing so with his body already, Sorin reached out to cradle the woman's head and lift it to meet his gaze even more directly. "Yes, dear Mina?" he asked, wearing another grin which bared his sparkling fangs.

[Apollymi]

Kasmina was lying beneath her husband being stroked to near madness. Every movement kindling the flames of her inner self and the pulsing pool of coolness filling with each motion. It was as if she was filling a cup, drop by drop with the coolness of water and the thickness of honey. It was smooth, refreshing and all consuming, just waiting to be tipped over to wash her in its cooling sensation. When she'd whispered his name, she hadn't expected a reaction of any sort. In fact, it'd simply been what had been on her mind as he moved within her. But as she opened her eyes she saw bared fangs and squealed with delight as he cradled her closer to him and she looked up into his eyes and was entranced by them. Of course, this moment of closeness would only be further marked by him questioning the use of his name, more accurately by speaking the shortened version of her given name.

This was the thing she called herself within her own mind, to hear it from him, in this moment of passion made her expression soften and caused her to look up into his face with adoration. Her body reacting to the sound in a way it never had before, by pulsing and tightening within as if just the sound of his words would be enough to bring about the end. And it did, as if that cup had finally been pushed over, that cooling sensation leaked thick across her skin as she tingled from the feeling below her waist. She now knew for certain what the sensation of his bite could be likened to, as well as the undeniable attraction to this man, who was now her husband. "Aaaah~, You drive me to madness," she started a breathy sigh leaving her as she leaned up to kiss the left side of his face and then the left side of his neck. "Calling my name like that. And treating me so..."