Here It Comes Now, Wish Me Luck (Open)

[MARGARET ROSE]

Her eyes were wide with wonder. Margaret had never seen such a lavish abode. Sure, it wasn’t anything like a castle or mansion but…she had been raised in a small house in a small run-down neighborhood. Wealth of any kind, even that of just the middle-class astounded her. “It’s amazing.” She admitted with a shy smile. The vampire’s eyes strayed to the floor as she held her hands together meekly. Margaret was not afraid of Belial but being in another man’s room was… well- it was intimate. Far more intimate than she was used to. It was a strange leap to be avoiding everyone and suddenly be in a man’s (a man possessed by a demon to be more precise) bedroom.

“Do you often live here? Or do you…move around?” A bit of a weak change of subject but Margaret was trying to ignore the glaring fact that they were alone in a dimly lit room together.

[BELIAL]

“I like here... I come back when I can but hotels aren't bad if I'm out of town. But I do prefer this home.” he replied as he caressed the bed cover like he were caressing a lover's flesh. Belial sighed as he rolled onto his broad back, enjoying the comfortable mattress beneath him. His head slowly tilted to the side, his hair spilled about him like a black halo. “I have to admit I like this room most of all... I find the bedroom can be as much an affective place to do business as a board room. Besides, it makes business much more interesting,” he remarked with a throaty chuckle.

Slowly he sat up on the bed, his hand gently patting a spot next to him. “Sit down here with me. I promise I won't bite unless you want me to,” the demon smirked at her to show he was merely joking with her, though he would gladly do what she desired. This was all for the beautiful vampire. The first rule of seduction was trust and for the demon trust was giving her a little bit of control over the situation. So whatever she wanted was fine with him.

[MARGARET ROSE]

Margaret went beat red at the innuendo but tried to calm her heartbeat which was fluttering like a caged bird. She pulled her long black hair around her shoulder and let her fingers slide through it. The vampire wasn’t trying to be seductive, merely fidgeting in the least embarrassing way she could think of. To sit on a bed with…well, Belial just seemed to know instantly how to twist her heart up and hold it in tightly in his fist. It wasn’t painful, just surprising and a little embarrassing.

She heard her hesitant footsteps echo softly on the floor and soon without her even realizing how quickly her steps led her Margaret was sitting on the bed next to Belial. What…what was she supposed to do? Not even her sire had done anything similar to this with her. He had his mate, despite showing an interest in her and the others deigned her weak and unworthy of such things as intimacy. Margaret opened her mouth to speak but no sound came out, so she shyly clasped her hands together in her lap and shut her mouth so she would avoid looking foolish.

[BELIAL]

Belial was pleased that Margaret had decided to join him as he had requested which made him smile. It pleased him when he had control, it was quite rewarding and reassuring to the demon who had been under another entity's control for centuries. “You don't have to be nervous. I have no intention of forcing you to do anything you are not comfortable with. You are here to do as you wish...you are safe here,” he said reassuring the beautiful but shy vampire.

Gently he lifted one of her hands from her lap, drawing it to his mouth to press a soft kiss on the top of it like a proper gentleman. The demon's eyes were revealed in a pure white hue as he released her hand, his own hand reaching up to her cheek which he cupped tenderly. “So beautiful... perfectly made for the darkness. A lady of darkness,” he said in a low husky tone, his head slowly inching closer towards her.

“All those who oppose you will fall,” Belial whispered words of encouragement to her while he claimed her lips in a surprisingly soft kiss, his hand gently caressing her face. Margaret was being treated to a softer side of the vicious demon who could easily rip apart his enemies and ravage her body if he so desired to do so. He was being kind to her, a very rare thing for a demon.

[MARGARET ROSE]

Her cheeks turned a deep scarlet once more as Margaret lips curved into a small ‘o’ shape. Everything he did for her was with tenderness and care. The vampire’s mind got a little ahead of itself but she couldn’t help but hope that Belial would allow her to accompany him wherever he went. Would he be her protector?

The kiss was soft but Margaret could only clumsily respond. She let out a squeak when her teeth grazed on his lips with more strength than she had thought herself capable of. Blood- the first taste of it in her mouth awakened her more primeval instincts. Her eyes glazed over with lust, suckling on his lips, sensual and with purpose. She felt at peace and was gentle with her insistent kiss. If Belial was uncomfortable he could pull away at any time quite easily but the young woman wasn’t thinking of such things. She was more concerned with the tangy, addictive red fluid that she was coaxing out of the demon’s cut lip.

[BELIAL]

Belial emitted a grunt as her teeth accidentally cut his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. If he was uncomfortable, he did not show it. In fact he allowed Margaret to suckle on his mouth, drinking of the demon blood which flowed through him. It was a strange thrill, but a thrill none the less. Gently he grasped the vampire as he eased his large body down to lay upon the soft mattress while he allowed Margaret to rest against him as she continued her gentle attack on his mouth.

It was what she desired, so he allowed her to taste his precious blood. His fingers softly ran through her soft locks, enjoying the texture of the tresses as he lounged on his body. After what felt like eternity, he forced Margaret to stop sucking the blood from his lip “Enough Margaret,” he said with authority, a bit of blood oozing down from the open cut on his lip. He extended out his long, pink tongue, cleaning the blood away that the vampire had been drinking on. “Hungry aren't we?” he inquired in that deep yet sensual tone, the hint of a smirk upon his lips. “I wonder if it is a hunger for me or the blood that courses through my veins.”

[MARGARET ROSE]

Margaret shivered but then as Belial pushed her away some of her sense came back. "Oh...oh...I'm s-sorry." The stutter that had been gone for so long because of her comfort with the demon came back in full force. She had practically forced herself on Belial. It was embarrassing and shameful. Margaret had spent years taming her vampiric urges and one cut lip had brought her back down to the bottom again. One little taste had set her on fire and brought back the deep residing throbbing pain Margaret had felt in the very begining of her vampiric years yearning for sweet fresh human blood.

"B-both?" She admitted meekly, realizing what kind of situation she was in at full blast. The young vampire was on Belial, in a rather compromising position. If she moved even just an inch up or down...anywhere for that matter, she would um well...brush up against very private parts that were fairly sensitive. They...they were both still fully clothed. Thank goodness! That was the only thing keeping Margaret's anxiety from flaring up again.

[BELIAL]

There was no anger or disgust on his face, actually he looked rather calm, if not a little aroused by her wild abandonment. He had liked the glimpse that he had gotten of the untamed, sensual part of her that he had knew was lurking just under the surface. There was quite a dark side to the meek vampire. “If that is what you desire then it is yours,” he replied as he gently brushed his fingers through her soft locks like the touch of a gentle lover. Belial could see the embarrassment clearly on the young vampire as she became aware of where she was and who she was laying upon.

“Don't be embarrassed my sweet Margaret... we are not embarrassed and we are willing... if it is what you desire,” he assured her that everything was alright. He was not embarrassed, he was proud of the body he was occupying because to him it was a work of art which should be on display for all to see. His hand reached out to her, gently caressing her face like a lover comforting his girl who was feeling frightened by the new situation produced to her. “You have nothing to apologize for... everything is good,” he whispered to her, offering her a place to rest against him.

[MARGARET ROSE]

I don’t know what to do[/i]. That thought burned itself deeply in her mind and Margaret found herself hesitating and feeling the beginning sting of panic well up in her gut. “I…I don’t know…” It wasn’t that hard of a statement. Short, sweet and simple. I don’t know how to have sex. But the words died in her throat and she felt frustrated and even a little frightened. Belial said he would be gentle with her but the terror was still lingering like an ever-present shadow.

Margaret bit her lower lip, leaving a painful indent of her teeth as she struggled to make sense and not put the demon that had been so kind to her off. She wanted to do this. She wanted to please him. Her body just…well her body and mind weren’t connecting very well at the moment and it was hard to communicate exactly how she was feeling.[/font]

[BELIAL]

“You have nothing to be worried about, I understand what you're trying to tell me. This is a nice experience for you, but you have nothing to fear from it.” he told her as his hand gently stroked her head, trying to reassure the beautiful yet awkward vampire everything would be and was fine. It was clear by his tone that he was not put off by her at all. Actually, he was rather attracted to her because of her peculiar innocence. Evil was always attracted to innocence, or at least it always appeared that way.

“Come to me...” he commanded as he reached for her, drawing her even closer while he shifted to let Margaret gently fall back against the comfy mattress so he was resting next to her. “Have they ever told you how beautiful you are?” the demon inquired as he peered into her face which caressed with his large hand like that of a kind lover. “You are.” he leaned down, pressing his lips to hers in a soft kiss before he slowly started to deepen it. Gently his tongue attempted an invasion of her delicate mouth while he wrapped his powerful arms around him, drawing her against his warm human meatsuit that he liked so much.

[MARGARET ROSE]

The sheets felt warm and comfortable. There was a warmth holding her that Margaret didn't quite recognize at first... she opened her eyes and was met with a hazy vision of colors at first. Belial. Most others would have jumped back or panicked after what she had done but she felt strangely at peace. Like, for the first time in her life, she had done what she wanted to do and was reaping the rewards.

Her hair fell in waves across the bed and herself, wisps of it meeting the demon's dark hair. How odd. They seemed so different but at the same time Margaret felt like now they were one in the same. Maybe it was because they had become more intimate than she had dared with anyone else. She bit her lower lip a bit, just watching Belial and waiting for when his eyes would meet hers.