// smile like you mean it //
That’s a question even he hasn’t thought of — whether it’s the act itself or the blood. And thankful for the fact that she doesn’t ask, he simply indulges, which is the point isn’t it? And indulge, he does, with the feel of her hand on his cock and the iron tang in the air and in his mouth, it hits all of the checkmarks the butcher needs.
He reverses their position, ensuring that she doesn’t find herself uncomfortable against the rock, listening to her silken voice as a dark huff of a laugh slips from his throat. “I improvise well, darling.” He drawls as he lets her take his hand once the mark is placed, and explore her curves he does — swooping his calloused fingers along her chest, along the swell of her breasts and the perked nipples there, down along her soft stomach in a path down to her core. Propped up as he is, his other hand dives into her hair as she moans into his shoulder, feeling her shiver that matches his own with the anticipation, Astaroth hums a sound of content as she redirects his finger to his own, sharp mouth.
He gives her a show for the trouble, of course, tongue winding around his finger, the taste of her intermixed with the blood still tainting his mouth, it’s his turn to shiver and try to stifle it, though he doesn’t stifle the moan that escapes his bearded lips. It has him reorienting himself, shifting to settle between her legs, bent over her to run his tongue from her sternum up to the hollow of her throat, slowly swiping away at the blood he’d left there. He places an iron tainted kiss to the corner of her lips, before he peers down at her with a playful gaze. “It makes me wonder if you have thought of this before.” Comes his heavy purr. “And whether you’d thought about whether you wanted my dangerous maw up here,” His free hand cups her jaw in a delicate touch, before sliding down her body in a recreation of where she’d guided him moments before. “Or down here.” Two of his fingertips ghost along her clit in a teasing touch, before he slips a finger into her again, to feel just how much she wanted him.
He reverses their position, ensuring that she doesn’t find herself uncomfortable against the rock, listening to her silken voice as a dark huff of a laugh slips from his throat. “I improvise well, darling.” He drawls as he lets her take his hand once the mark is placed, and explore her curves he does — swooping his calloused fingers along her chest, along the swell of her breasts and the perked nipples there, down along her soft stomach in a path down to her core. Propped up as he is, his other hand dives into her hair as she moans into his shoulder, feeling her shiver that matches his own with the anticipation, Astaroth hums a sound of content as she redirects his finger to his own, sharp mouth.
He gives her a show for the trouble, of course, tongue winding around his finger, the taste of her intermixed with the blood still tainting his mouth, it’s his turn to shiver and try to stifle it, though he doesn’t stifle the moan that escapes his bearded lips. It has him reorienting himself, shifting to settle between her legs, bent over her to run his tongue from her sternum up to the hollow of her throat, slowly swiping away at the blood he’d left there. He places an iron tainted kiss to the corner of her lips, before he peers down at her with a playful gaze. “It makes me wonder if you have thought of this before.” Comes his heavy purr. “And whether you’d thought about whether you wanted my dangerous maw up here,” His free hand cups her jaw in a delicate touch, before sliding down her body in a recreation of where she’d guided him moments before. “Or down here.” Two of his fingertips ghost along her clit in a teasing touch, before he slips a finger into her again, to feel just how much she wanted him.
Astaroth
// take a chance and you could seize it //
