Smiling at his reaction, she moved slowly down the side of his face until she met his neck, flicking her tongue out across his skin there, whispering against it.
"You'll be one when I'm done with you..."
Nuzzling his neck, she slowly started flooding his mind with pleasurable thoughts and images, helping to distract him from what was coming next.

A pleasurable tension filled him as thoughts and images flooded his mind. He knew these were coming from her and part of his mind wondered what it was she didn't want him to see, or feel, but the rest of him really could care less. His hands slipped under the hem of her shirt and his fingers trailed lightly over her skin.

Licking her lips, she allowed her tongue to flick across his neck once more before nibbling softly. She didn't want to just bite into him with no foreplay. That was only for those whom she didn't care about. Those she did, on the other hand, she was sure to make it a pleasing experience.

After worrying at his neck for a few minutes, leaning hard into him, she whispered in his ear again.
"Ready? It's going to hurt for a second. But after that... I promise no pain."

Fingers flexing a bit Tal took a deep breath and stroked her skin. "I can survive a bit of pain," he didn't think it would be too bad. After all twelve hours of dancing made certain pains negligible at worst.

Baring her teeth, she sunk them into the soft skin of his neck, just above his collar bone. She quickly covered the pain with the sensation of pleasure as she gently kneaded his shoulders with her fingertips. Drawing his life-giving fluid into her, she swallowed the warm liquid down. As she drank from him, she poised herself on his lap, straddling his legs, arching her back and making small appreciative sounds in the back of her throat.

Hissing out a breath Tal was balanced on a razor's edge of pleasure and pain. With concentration he kept his fingers from sinking into her back, returning sensation for sensation.

Growling softly, she continued to push pleasurable thoughts and feelings into him but through the bite, not through his mind, thus he would be physically feeling her thoughts and actions, rather than just thinking them. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him to her as she continued to feed, careful not to take too much, but taking her time so as to make it last. Pressing softly against him, she was trying to get him to lie back.

Falling back onto the bed he let his mind go, the blood flowing through him felt molten and thick. Eyes closed he could nearly taste her, his fingers could feel the silky texture of his skin, the flow of her hair and the pulse that beat faster. Part of him wondered what it would feel like to be joined with her when this happened.

Picking up on his mental processes, she offered him her own mental, and physical, reply by showing him how it could be. Pressing down on him, she slowly pulled away from the feeding, gently licking the twin wounds like a cat cleaning until his blood stopped flowing. Once she was finished, she licked the blood from her lips and nuzzled the side of his neck before raising up just enough to look down into his face.

His breath coming quickly it took a great deal of will to not loose control like a 13 year old as she mentally fulfilled every desire he had. Feeling her body shift he forced open his eyes and licked his lips. "So, I take it you get a LOT of repeat midnight snacks with that act huh?"

Smiling, she leaned down and kissed him softly.
"Why? Do you want one?"
Running her hand along his chest, she practically purred at him as she sat above him.

Returning her kiss, he wondered if he would taste his own blood, Tal smiled against her lips. "No, not at the moment thanks, though I do feel oddly energetic and lethargic at the same time."

Nuzzling the side of his face, she nodded.
"Yeah. That's usually the way of it. I give you the energy, but feeding from you makes you lethargic. Loss of blood and all, you know. Most people assume it should affect, um, other things, but it doesn't. Unless I take too much. But then, you're looking at death, so not being able to perform is the last of your worries."

Giving a dry laugh he looks at the ceiling, "I somehow can't see any guy NOT panicking if they had you around and they couldn't perform. I mean...pretty much social death there. To some of us, death might just be preferable."

Laughing, she made to remove herself from straddling him, leaving it up to him if she did so or not.
"Thank you for the compliment. However, I don't always have to look this way. You prefer blondes? I can do that. Want an Asian girl? I can do that, too. Hell, if you're into bestiality, I can accommodate that, too. Though, I will say I prefer this. And from the reactions I keep getting from you, I say you prefer this too."
Grinning, she leaned down to kiss him properly.

Needing a bit of space he didn't stop her as she moved a bit away, but kept her from going too far afield. "You're more than what you look like, so I don't care what you look like as long as you are happy with it. I'd say I prefer you just as you are...but I seem to recall this isn't really you...or is it? As all the things you are you had to be a woman first, right? Is this what that woman looked like?"

"Actually... No. I started as a dragon, to be honest. Then I received my elven form. I have hair to match my eyes in that form. The only thing about me that's as it was originally are my eyes. I was stuck looking like this as my 'default' look when I was born into darkness. I was, originally, 'under cover', if you will."
She was hoping that telling him all this about herself wouldn't frighten him off. As it was, she had no idea why she was sharing so much about herself with a virtual stranger.

"Ah, well, then...I somehow think my tiny flat isn't the place to see the 'real' you. But I sort've feel like I need Cliff's Notes to keep track." Idly playing with her hair, he was the first to admit he was a sucker for a set of lovely locks. "But, still, I stand by what I said, it's you I'm attracted too...but I will probably forgo the scales..."

Smiling softly, she reached over and let her fingers trail across his chest before letting her palm rest in the middle.
"Truth be told, my dragon form isn't much larger than Biscuit. I'm not very intimidating. I'm what's known as a Fairy Dragon. We're not aggressive unless we really have to be. I can't even breathe fire. I breathe fairy dust. It's annoying and makes you glow in the dark, and is hard to get off, but beyond that... it's not dangerous."
And as for Cliff's notes, you'll have to keep it all in your grey matter. If certain people found out about me, it could be... detrimental. Being one of the last females of my species... Let's just say we're highly sought after."

Tugging playfully on her curl, "Fairy dust 'eh? Should I clap to indicate I believe?" Placing his other hand over her's on his chest he felt her skin, a bit warmer than it was. "And I highly doubt anyone would believe me if I tried to tell them, most of my friends are so set on real life issues they'd assume I either read a really good book, or had a medically induced dream."

Wrinkling her nose at him when he mentioned clapping if he believed, she smiled.
"Oh, honey, you don't need medication for good dreams when I'm in your head. I'm better than any dream you could have. I know. I've seen some of the ones people have."
Laughing, she leaned against the hand playing with her hair.
"You know... I could leave you a lock if it'll help your fixation."

Flicking his eyes to her's he gave a faint blush. "Sorry, I won't lie, I do love your hair. But it's prettier on your head than on my dresser." Stroking the side of her head as she leaned into him.

Laughing softly, she turned to kiss his palm.
"It's ok. I was just teasing. I never tried going back to the way I used to look because the truth is... I love this hair. It was longer before, but... I love the look. I love the color. So why try to change it?"
Curling up closer to his side, she gently pulled her hand from beneath his to trail up his arm and gently cup his face, content with just looking at him for the moment.
"I'm really glad I met you."

Turning his head he kisses her palm, "And I you." Tugging her into his embrace he held her close. He could still feel the residue of the thoughts and images she'd sent him during 'feeding', but he didn't want to take their relationship to another level just yet. He was just happy to hold her.

Happy to simply be held, she started humming softly, the sound gradually turning into a quiet song she had learned as a child.
"Wille ai dulin... atara yello lle... i' menel mori... ar' i' palurin naraka... gad manke varna... gad urnu ar' anfaug... wille ai dulin... atara yello lle..."

Tal didn't have an ear for languages, but the song was surprisingly soothing. Cradling Kenly he let the words float around them, his mind picturing a long ago set of lovers doing the same.

As she sang to him, she let the images of what the words meant filter into his mind, along with the meaning:
Fly little bird...
mother's calling you...
the sky grows dark...
and the world is harsh...
stay where it's safe...
keep warm and dry...
fly little bird...
mother's calling you...

When she was done singing, she looked up at him to see his reaction. She let her fingers lightly trail across his abdomen again, running small circles as they moved.

"The lyrics are lovely, and so is your voice. I bet that song makes you recall growing up with your family huh?" His mouth formed a bitter twist, "I wish I had good memories like that to associate with."

Sighing, she snuggled closer.
"Not really... My family was my sister at that time. I kept to myself a lot as a child. Nature was my friend. My teacher. That was a song that we were all taught.
And, sometimes the memories you make for yourself through-out your life... They make up for what you don't have from younger years. At least, that's what I've come to find. However... I have lived much longer than you, regardless of how old I look."

"Yeah, you are a bit older than me.... I believe this is a bit much even for a May-December romance," he teased. Better that than to dwell on his past. Sure the memories he'd made were mostly good, but it couldn't ever overshadow the bad ones completely.

Giggling, she kissed the side of his neck.
"Looks like I'm a cougar. Though, I must say, my 'prey' is quite lovely. I think you rival me nicely."

"Wow, I've always wanted to date a cougar," growling playfully he rolled her over and leaned over her, resting most of his weight on his elbows. "And you're lovely, I'm manly, we pretty boy-toys take exception at phrase," he winked.

Grinning and looking up at him, she wiggled her eyebrows.
"Is that so?"

"Yep, you call us pretty we'll throw a tantrum and go get our hair done," grinning he played his fingers over her palms. "But I guess I'll let it slide this time, after all I'd hate to tax your aged," he ran his eyes over her with an appreciative glint. "And obviously frailer body."

Snickering, she wiggled beneath him.
"Keep that up, and I won't wait to show you just how aged and frail this body is."

"Keep what up? Defending my honour as a boy-toy? Never fair madam," leaning in he gave her a nipping kiss before sliding his hands down her arms. "Now...this does raise another good question," passing over her shoulders he inched his fingers down her ribcage. "Could you by any chance be..." he flexed his fingers and wiggled his brows. "Ticklish?"

Squealing, she tried to curl up, but was unable to with his weight upon her.
"No fair! No fair!"
Wiggling madly, she was trapped and had to endure, trying her hardest not to laugh.

"Oh ho ho ho, if I were truly evil I'd give no quarter and make you cry uncle," he lightly tickled her ribs. "But I'll be magnanimous since I'm a fair, and generous boy-toy...but first you have to ask me nicely."

Leaning up she kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Pulling away, she let her eyes meet his, a slight pull of power to be felt from the action, but nothing threatening.
"Please don't tickle me unless you plan on making a thorough apology for it."
Grinning, she released her hold on him and allowed herself to fall back to the bed, her hair creating a halo of ringlets as she did so.

Giving a haughty look Tal went to work smoothing out her curls, "I apologize for nothing...after all I was being very gentlemanly in not making you squeal with laughter before I relented, I think." He was enjoying just playing with her, her sense of humor was very akin to his.