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Stopping by to check on things (NSFW); Closed: Lynx
Topic Started: Sunday, 28. September 2014, 00:27 (952 Views)
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The voyage had been exhilarating and morbidly depressing all at the same time. Flying was always scary for Kindred, so Jason requested a trip in Veronicka's vessel. Passage for two to Norway. It made the journey much longer than it might have been otherwise, but it was safer with the captain being a vampire. Jason had requested that she look in on Lynx from time to time though. Always thinking about his family. Veronicka pondered how Lynx might be doing. The man's distant cousin, sister thing, father figure, and his woman had all recently moved away leaving him by himself. Times must be pretty tough for the Irishman.

Veronicka quietly opened the door and slipped inside. She had only been back in London for a day, but Jason's request was a priority to her. She let her eyes adjust to her surroundings as she brushed off her pants. She was actually quite casually dressed this evening. A pair of white yoga pants and a white shirt. She had quite the thing for white, but seeing her outside of a dress was rather rare.
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Lynx looked up from the bar with a raised eyebrow. At 5'7 the Irishman was not a tall man, he was built a touch on the stocky side, though not especially so. His green eyes were like emeralds against his newly paled skin. The pink scar traveling down the left side of his face was a thumb thick ribbon that pulled his eyebrow and lips slightly out, giving him a slight grinning look. He flipped his white bar rag up onto his shoulder and nodded his head. He recognized the pale figure who came in to visit. She was the friend of Jason's who had taken C.J on to start teaching her the ways of being a Ventrue, before Jason and C.J had decided she needed to see her Grandsire.

The Irishman came out from behind the bar. A simple black button down with rolled sleeves covered his torso and a pair of plain black slacks under a folded dark apron. He looked every inch the tapster with his blond hair gelled into an artful tangle and a hint of stubble along his jaw. He held out a hand to the pale woman and smiled in a friendly fashion, even if seeing her hurt a bit.

"Ello Miss V, tis a pleasure te see ye again. I take it this means Jason and C.J arrived in Norway safe and sound?"

His first concern of course, would be for Jason. He wouldn't be able to help it. Though his Master, now his Sire, was gone the man would linger in his blood for some time. The powerful supernatural bond making sure Lynx would stay true to Jason's teachings and methods. The Irishman was polite and a touch reserved. He hadn't spent a lot of time around the pale woman, not enough to feel he knew her intimately. He also knew he'd make a hash of her lovely name, which is why he didn't try it.
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Veronicka glanced over Lynx. It wasn't outwardly apparent if he was struggling with the recent events or not. On the opposite end, anyone who knew Veronicka even a little bit could tell she was taking it hard. It was the second time she had chased after Jason in a hopeless attempt to become close to the man. It was also the second time he had left only too abruptly. The Russian wasn't able to return Lynx's smile, but she did take his hand. She wore her sorrow like a coat.

"Mr. O'Rourke," her accent butchered it, but she still made the attempt. She took little notice that Lynx had simply called her V. A lot of people usually called her V.V. You get used to that sort of thing when you are traveling around countries you weren't born in.

"Mr. Dahlgren and your lover are safe and sound in Norway, I have seen to it," Veronicka continued answering the Irishman's question. Her shoulders were slightly slumped even as she said it. Somehow, her posture seemed to stoop a little bit more with the words out in the air. The solidification of the fact that the object of her affection for so many years had once again slipped away. No one really knew of her feelings for Jason. Not even Jason himself. Or at least, if he did, he never let on about it. Veronicka threw up a sloppy half smile. The kind of half smile that just proved she had nothing to smile about.

"Jason asked me to look in on you while he is gone," Veronicka explained, "Though, if I know that man... Well, how to put it." Veronicka pondered for a second. "He is a Gangrel through and through. I wouldn't count on him passing through this way again." She had waited for him to return last time. Fruitlessly she might add. Veronicka hoped that Lynx understood her, but when she got upset, she became more Russian.

"So if you ever need any advice on Kindred affairs, you can call me or come visit," Veronicka offered him another sad smile. Maybe something to take the edge off would be nice.

"Mr. O'Rourke... You wouldn't happen to have any vodka would you? I could really use a drink," the Russian requested. Her voice was thick with emotion.
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Lynx didn't really stop and think about it. She was so sad and he was relieved that Jason had made it "home" safely that he hugged her. His muscular arms wrapped around her and gave her a slim hug and he rubbed a hand up her back for a moment before he stepped back and coughed, realizing he had probably overstepped himself a bit. He blinked his green eyes and nodded his head and she spoke.

"One o'the last things he said te me was that he'd like never make his way back te these parts again. Lest wise not fer a handful o'years at least, and that he expected me te survive on me own. So I had a feeling he wouldna be coming back. Tis still, breaks me heart. I love C.J and te lose her as well."

He shrugged and sighed, his shoulders slumping. At least he was with someone who understood his pain. He walked behind the counter and crouched. Jason had a "special" reserve put away for a few customers. They were special orders and very carefully marked. He had a section set aside for Veronicka. So he was able to bring out a carefully stoppered bottle and put it into the warmer for her. It wasn't long before it was brought up to body temperature by the boiling water. Then he poured a hefty amount into a tankard for her.

He set it on the bar and reached down to get a bottle of scotch laden blood. Might even have been one of the ones he'd drunk himself as a ghoul. The thought brought a ghost of a smile to his lips. His eyes were dark with emotion as he looked to her.

"Tis none o'me business what kind o'folk ye need te feed from. But Jason made some arrangements fer ye te have a stock here, for when ye wanted it. They're under yer name. He arranged fer red wine, white wine, plain blood and vodka. So ye can ask fer Veronicka's Reserve. It don't say what ye need, but he made sure it'd suit ye."

He poured himself a hefty dose of the drunkman's blood and when it was warm he took a sip, sighing as the feeling of intoxication flowed into his system. Blood was amazing. He had to admit, in some ways it was better that blood. Still, it was hard for him to adjust to thinking of biting someone. Like Jason he had fangs that did not retract. They were permanent. On top of that all the teeth behind his fangs had become sharp, like a dogs. His bite would be a vicious thing if he wasn't careful. He lived in fear of killing someone on accident.

Jason had shaken his head and whispered something about him being so human before he left. The thought made him feel both proud and ashamed.
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The hug was quite a surprise in fact, but it wasn't unwelcome. Veronicka even hugged Lynx back on reflex. For a Kindred, she had an extremely high humanity. Donating to charities as often as she did had their consequences. Being a Kindred with a high humanity could be a tad bit difficult at times. Despite her age she still felt very human urges. Having once again lost Jason had her pining for another soul's touch and Lynx's hug filled this need to a degree. The hand on her back brought a blush that showed too easily on her pale face. Another piece of evidence regarding her humanity.

"I understand," Veronicka managed in reply after Lynx had made his way behind the bar. Her vitae was being a little more active, pumping around her veins. When she was emotional like this it tended to happen a little bit. She eventually found herself again and made her way to the bar after Lynx. She of course knew that Jason had a stock of special reserves for her. She had supplied the blood after all. She had the best access to what she needed.

"It is quite alright Mr. O'Rourke," once again butchered the name, "A childe of Jason is a friend of mine. My special taste is charitable blood, but don't worry yourself about stocking it. I have easy access to it and may bring a bottle or two over from time to time. Just in case I come to visit, which may be more often now."

So maybe she was feeling vulnerable. At least on an emotional level. Inside, she was coming to the realization that Jason was too free spirited to ever settle down with her. So maybe it was better this way. She didn't need to forgive him, just forget him. As if she could. She downed a hefty amount of the tankard in a single long gulp. She stared into it for a short while.

"He is always like that," Veronicka said with a small smile, "Running off and still leaving behind a sign that he cares. You know I love that man so much I hate him sometimes." Veronicka had never spoken to a soul about her feelings towards Jason. She tended to keep things like that close to her heart, but maybe it catered to her humanity to just talk to someone. The alcohol would quickly be escalating that as well. Veronicka was not a big drinker. Kind of a lightweight at heart, but when she drank, she practically drowned in it. Tonight was going to be one of those nights for her.

The warmth of the blood and alcohol kept the earlier rosiness painted on her cheeks. "I love him, because of who he is and hate him because of what he is. I love Jason, but hate that free spirited Gangrel he lets run him all over the globe. Maybe it is better this way. Him settling down with a Russian multi-billionaire," Veronicka snorted as she took another deep gulp of the liquid.

"How are you holding up," Veronicka asked, the Russian accent continually cranking up. "I understand that most of you family has gone avay. Vhat vas it? Your cousin and that other vun. The Jap."
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Lynx sipped deeply of the scotch. Unlike his drinking partner he was used to heavy drinking. On the other hand he wasn't used to the rich and powerful taste of blood rolling over his tongue. His green eyes half closed as he fought to control the animalistic part of him that rejoiced and screamed in delight at the pleasures of the blood. He took a few entirely unnecessary breaths and rolled his shoulders to relax.

"I thank ye fer yer trust Veronicka."

He nodded his head to her when she told him what kind of blood she drank. Lynx knew that many Ventrue kept it a well guarded secret, paranoid their enemies might use it against him. So the stocky Irishman took it as a sign of truth and faith that she'd tell him at all. He sipping his scotch laden blood and sighed, reaching up out of habit to run his hand through his blond hair, a frown on his face. A sharp observer might realize his lips were slightly wider than they had been, not a huge amount, but enough to allow him to open his mouth wider. The fangs were evident whenever he opened his trap. Jason had dealt with the problem as well. Posing as a "vampire goth" had done wonders to get him fed from the women of the Twilight generation.

"Jason is a hard man, that's true. He loves deep, but he does not linger easily. He takes his responsibilities so deep. But then again that's why he's a man deserving o'such love and respect."

He looked at her, his eyes evaluating her when she spoke of loving and hating him. He could say he knew how she felt. He had been Jason's ghoul. The blood bond had given him a towering love and worship for the man. He'd have done whatever Jason had asked of him. Would have worshiped him like a god. Would have committed any depraved act the man commanded. Still would. It ached at him. A pain in his chest he'd have to deal with for some time. Jason had said that only time could dull the bonds that held them tied together.

"I know how ye feel. He was me Master. O he never allowed me te call him that. It was always Jason, in his hearing. He taught me te be a man. Te stand on me own feet. Te brawl with the best o'them. I love him. I know the blood guaranteed that. But I think I'd have loved him anyway. Like a father I'd have gone te bed with in a heart beat if he'd crooked his finger. Tis a perverse thing I suppose. But I can no choose how I feel in the matter. Me heart is broken with him gone. Taking C.J and the last o'me human family as well... Tis a hard this Veronicka. Tis a mighty hard thing. Would be easy te retreat here in me Club and me Hall. Te become a hermit. Te play me sad songs and let the heartbreak consume me. But if I did that I wouldn't be the man Jason wanted me te be. So I'm trapped on the horns of me own love. Te try and be a full man in his memory."

But he couldn't deny the desire to drink himself into a stupor. To rage. To grieve. His heart was broken a half dozen times over by the life he'd lead in the last year. Losing C.J. Losing Jason. Losing Yuki. Losing Celestia. Losing his unborn child. He'd lost his father before he even arrived, a man he hadn't even known. It was powerful hard. The young Gangrel squared his shoulders unconsciously under the load, as he always did. Determined that he could honor Jason's memory best by soldiering on and continuing to put one foot in front of the other.

"Yukiko couldn't deal with the pressure of live among the vampires. Jason sent her back te Japan. Te cleanse herself. She took me cousin, Celestia. The girl had no been Jason's ghoul long. He hoped that the time spent with a girl she loved would help her find a peace that she couldn't get among the ghouls and vampires. So they've gone off te become pure again. Te live in the mecca of Manga and video games and spend their time in bed. Enjoying their fortunes. Free o'the creatures which stalk the night."

His voice was soft at that. He hadn't felt the impulse to run himself. If anything he'd clung to Jason more deeply. Held on to his vampiric Master harder at the loss of his distant relative and the odd triangle relationship he'd had with the girl from Japan. He missed them. But he was glad they were free.
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Veronicka was a good listener. Well, that wasn't strictly true. The fact of the matter is, she was a damn fine business woman. She could make a deal with anyone for anything and walk out with the better half. When you became that good at dealing you picked up a few skills. Listening was one of those skills, at least to a degree. She could pick up on some subtle undertones. She was also half way decent at interpreting body language, which was partially the only reason she could actually understand Lynx. English was not her native language so when it came to listening to a man who spoke it with an accent, thinks just became more difficult.

Lynx spoke clearly enough for her to gather most of the words though. On top of that he spoke louder with his body language than anything. A steely resolve was buried within the Irishman. No doubt it was instilled by Jason. Lynx's words resonated within her. She was glad to know he understood what she felt fully. They both loved to be with Jason and they both hated to see him go. For Lynx this would probably be the first and only time he would have to feel that pain. For Veronicka, this was the second and last time she would feel that pain.

The Russian felt deeply for the Irishman's pains. Losing a family must be a tough thing. This on the other hand was something Veronicka was less familiar with. She could only offer condolences from afar. She had never had much of a family, adopted or otherwise. Not even growing up since heart failure had claimed her parents early on in her adolescence. Family had never been a primary facet of her life, but losing anything else along with Jason just made a complex situation more unbearable. Of course, she knew of the child. At least she had heard it in passing from Jason. It was necessary knowledge when one was taking on a newly made vampire. It was not something she could bring herself to mention.

"Soundz like vun helluv a family," Veronicka commented offering a small slightly intoxicated smile. Most of the alcohol had yet to hit her. "I think Z most fucked up think iz he didn't even know how I felt about him." She took a smaller sip of her drink this time, before continuing. "Vell, perhaps a toast." Veronicka took the bottle left on the counter and poured a couple of shots of vodka for the two. "To those vee may never see again and to those they left behind." With the shots poured she pushed one to Lynx and held her own up in her hand.
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"It is hard when they don't know how ye feel about then. That it is."

He was thinking of Yuki and Celestia at that moment. Jason had made his position on their relationship firm from the beginning. He had warned that if Lynx was ever found in his bed he'd decapitate the ghoul and be done with him. But Yuki and Celestia, there had been no magical bond there. He'd fallen for both of the girls hard, and watching them grow tighter as he slowly got pushed out to the edges had hurt a bit. More than a bit. He hadn't been devastated, he'd had C.J and she was incredible enough that he hadn't been as hurt as he might have been. But Lynx was by nature a polyamourous individual. He loved many and freely and so he'd had his heart kicked a time or two. So he felt deeply for the pale Russian and when she proposed her toast he didn't hesitate to lift his shot and drink.

"To those left behind."

He downed the shot and gave a soft pained laugh. It was ironic. If he had been human he knew what he'd do now. He'd get drunk with the girl, take her to bed and spend hours making her feel good. He'd do his best to exhaust them both so they passed out from pleasure and exhaustion and hoped that a bit of shared love would give them both comfort. But he wasn't human anymore. He didn't know how to react.

Once the shot was downed he picked up his mug of scotch and took a deep breath before drinking. He could feel the alcohol burning in his system. Jason had made sure he knew how to burn his blood to look human, to feign the proper behaviors, if he needed to. It had been part of the time the Gangrel had dedicated before he'd left. But it was still an odd thing. He didn't do it often. There was no need. He spent his time here in his bar. His fangs and pale skin were nothing to comment upon when he was here. So he didn't bother with disguises.

His green eyes looked over Veronicka in her yoga pants and casual attire. He almost wished for the simplicity of his human life. He let out a laugh and reached up, brushing his hand through his hair.

"I don't know how te deal with the pain Veronicka. Before I was turned I took a girl, a ghoul of the Elder who works upstairs. She wanted te have sex ye see. I was hurting so bad, knowing Jason was going te go. I told her there was no gentleness in me. She wanted me te be rough. I took her down te the store room and I used her. I exhausted me body in her and left her. She tends the bar sometimes now. If I were still human I'd go out, get drunk. I'd try te find pleasure in the arms o'a man or a woman te forget the pain fer a night. But what do we do? What does a vampire do te lose the pain? Even the alcohol only dulls the pain so much. So what do we DO Veronicka?"

There was something fragile in the young vampires green eyes. He was genuinely asking for help. The world was new and frightening for him and his Sire had left. Telling him that a true Gangrel learned the ropes on his own. As Jason had. So he was scared and frustrated and he just wanted someone to help him understand where boundaries of their world were.
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Veronicka downed her own shot along with Lynx and slammed it back onto the counter when she had drained it. The blood mingled within her causing her cheeks to become even rosier. It was impossible to miss her blush as she listened to the words Lynx spoke so frankly. A woman in her position very rarely heard language such as that, especially from a man. Sure there were the fan boys who would send her mail asking for pictures of her bare feet. There were even disgusting fat rich men begging to take her out. None spoke quite as frankly as Lynx did though. It was a refreshing change from the norm.

Veronicka wasn't all too familiar with the local scene, so most of the words Lynx spoke, slipped right over her head. She wondered if he could understand her, because she certainly only understood half of what he was saying with the alcohol causing her blood to pound in her ears. She got the just of what he was saying even as she sipped from her tankard. She could feel her body working on its own. Producing humanly fluids as a result of her high humanity. A tad bit of sweat on her brow. Her eyes hadn't missed the look he gave her. That longing for a simpler time when he was human.

Veronicka had played with herself from time to time, but rarely took a man to bed. Being a multi-billionaire meant having to worry about sex tapes sullying her reputation. They seemed to be all the rage these days, but that didn't mean her humanity left her without urges. In fact, she was feeling several right now. Gruff men always caught her interest. Maybe it was her Russian upbringing. Needless to say she was naturally drawn to the gruff looking Gangrels. All scarred and animalistic. Enough to excite any rich girl with an appetite for danger.

"Vhat do V do?" Veronicka took another drink from her tankard feeling the burning air rush out of her nostrils, "Vell, Lynx," Veronicka stated with a heavy emphasis on the ending of his name which was easier for her to say than the rest. Also much easier to say then his last name. "It vood depend on your humanity of course, but from vhat Jason told me about you, it should not be a problem. Often times, a Kindred vith a high humanity can act upon human desires almost as easily as day could vhen they vere human."

"It is not exactly da same as it vas. For example our fluids, such as the sveat on my brow all comes from da blood zat V are drinking," Veronicka explained leaning forward so that just a tad of her cleavage became apparent under her deep cut t-shirt. She wiped a little bit of sweat from her brow and held her finger in the light in front of her face. "You must take a more active role in zeese functions zen before. Vill your blood into making da fluids you used to have vhen you vere alive and you can mimic human functions such as zhis sveat. Or you could use zhat very same blood to make yourself become aroused. Z more in touch you are vith your human side Z easier it iz."

The explanation alone was making Veronicka's cheeks burn. Her human desires were mixing with her explanation causing her to become aroused herself. Simply explaining how to perform such an activity was causing her to subconsciously perform it. A heat resonated between her thighs as the blood warmed up and naturally transferred to a clearer, but just as messy liquid.

"So for somevone like me an you," Veronicka concluded, "V do vhat V alvays did. V go out. V get drunk. V find pleasure in Z arms of another and forget Z pain. Vhy don't you try. See if you can make yourself aroused. Take control of your life source and make it your own."
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Lynx considered her. His green eyes radiated a depth of pain and contemplation. She had answered his question. To go on as if he was still human. To go on as though they were still normal and living. To let his body flush itself with blood, to use his cock the way he had always used it. As a distraction and more so, as a way to celebrate life. Only now there was no pregnancy to worry about. No foolish blunders. He shivered listening to her suggestion and his eyes half closed as he looked her over.

Lynx was no great shakes at reading others. But there were some arenas he knew about. He understood arousal and passion. He knew how to recognize when a person was growing passionate. When they were a touch drunk. He saw the way she stood. He saw pain in her stance. He also could see the arousal in her stance. The signs that she wanted to take her mind off what was going on. The gentle teasing. Jason had made sure he knew how to fake being human. He'd even stroked himself, to see if it still felt the same. All the nerves still worked. It might not be as good as drinking blood, but it had felt good enough to him.

So he gave in to her gentle urging and let a shiver travel through his system. He walked around from behind the counter and walked over to her. As he did so he fed the blood through his system and grew aroused, a visible bulge in his black slacks as he closed in on her white garbed form. He put a hand on either side of her, resting them against the bar, then he leaned in until he was touching her, his stocky frame rubbing against her pristine form. He kissed her then, a gentle butterfly kiss.

"To those left behind"

He murmured, echoing the toast they had said before. He wrapped his arms around her waist and drew her against him, letting her feel his arousal against his front. His hands were calloused and long fingered as they stroked down her back and cupped her ass, massaging her soft flesh with his strong fingers. He didn't need to breath but he found he was breathing heavily as he leaned in to kiss her again.

"Help me forget we were left behind then, will ye V, and I'll help ye ferget. I swear it."

Was it stupid? Perhaps. Was it a desperate attempt to lose the pain of a bond who had taken himself to Norway, definitely. But there was pleasure to be found in between the legs of the pale woman, and he wasn't going to deny her pale beauty. Let her slender form writhe and twist beneath him. It wasn't like they had to worry about disease or pregnancy or anything of the sort. They could spend hours worshiping each other's bodies. No cramping, no exhaustion. Just pleasure. The young Gangrel found that thought to be almost as intoxicating as the scotch laden alcohol he'd been drinking.
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Veronicka felt herself grow hotter and hotter as he drew himself around the bar. His arousal was apparent. She expected an immediate clash of flesh. A thrashing as they fought to fulfill their desires as quickly as possible. A battle to fulfill each other's desires. Instead, she had about half of that enthusiasm. Well, maybe that wasn't the correct words. His desire was apparent. Hell, it felt great pressed against her. Yet, here he was trying to ruin the moment with words she could barely understand through her intoxication. The last words to leave his mouth as he leaned in caused her to snort.

She pushed out firmly with her palm with intense force to shove him back. It was very likely the surprise of the maneuver would be enough to knock him back alone, but she pushed with the force of an relatively old Kindred for London standards. She stood as she did this grabbing her tankard from the bar and draining it down to the last drop.

"You westerners and your need for words," Veronicka hissed slamming the tankard on the bar with enough force to damage it. She crossed the short distance taking him by the front of his shirt. Once again she did this with strength and vicious force. If he didn't very actively resist he would be along for a short ride. If he didn't resist he would find himself turned around and roughly slammed up against the bar.

"Shut up and fuck me," was all Veronicka would say before her lips crashed into Lynx's with force. Her hand would quickly seek out his throbbing erection. As a Russian, she wasn't one to waste time with foreplay. Her body grinding tightly against Lynx's as she stroked him inside of his pants. Her tongue attacking his mouth as if it was capitalist and hers was communist.

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Edited by Veronicka, Sunday, 28. September 2014, 04:07.
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Aggressive. That seemed very pleasant to Lynx at this moment. So he did as she suggested. He shut up. His mouth hungrily pressed to hers and his arms wrapped around her again. This time his hand slipped inside her yoga pants and gripped a pale ass cheek in a firm grip. He twisted a leg behind hers and pushed his chest against hers and toppled them both to the floor. If she wanted it rough and hard, well he could do that. Almost seemed like that was the only way he remembered how at this point.

The black clad Irishman reached around his back and pulled the string of his apron and tossed it aside. His hand came around and opened his slacks to let her hand get into the front and onto the erection she was so eager to rub with her ivory hand. He was long and thick, ready for her. Then he undid his shirt and yanked it off one handed. It took a bit of twisting to pull his shirt off one handed, because he wasn't letting go of her ass with his other hand, his fingers were in fact sliding down between her thighs from behind to find her entrance and stroke into her. He couldn't manage to get very deep from that angle, but he could stimulate her.

Then he pushed her down and deepened the kiss, letting out a soft growl as he ground against her hand. His voice rough. "Strip or I'm tearing them off."

His voice was thick with a desire to forget what was troubling him. If she wanted to fuck her troubles away the Irishman was down for that. He'd been having sex in just about every mood since he was a mere teen, and a young one at that. Just like he'd celebrated him imminent death by using young Reggie as a ready fuck puppet he was more than capable of hurling is frustration and sadness into Veronicka's body on the end of his cock. He might have conflicted feelings about it afterwords, but he'd be more than willing to do.
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Veronicka was glad when Lynx seemed to finally understand the moment. The two weren't lovers. They were surely friends, but intimate partners was not a label she had attached to their relationship. To Veronicka intimacy and sex were completely different things. What Lynx and her would be doing was sex. Intimacy was something she would practice with Jason, given the chance. She felt herself falling, but she barely registered her body impacting with the floor. It didn't hurt in the slightest. What she could feel was his member which he had so graciously freed for her to play with. Play she did stroking its length.

The hand groping her ass elicited a moan of pleasure from her mouth. An escape of the breath she had been unconsciously holding for no apparent reason. The exploration of his fingers cause her to grind against his playful hand. It had been quite a while since she had been with a man and she was going to fuck the Irish right out of him if she had her way. Her human side demanded attention. The close proximity with Jason had only caused her desired to reach a boiling point. Tonight, it was boiling over. Even as he ground against her and spoke she was stripping her clothes off. The shirt stretched and tore slight as she wrenched it over her head. Then went the pants. More stretching and tearing. Not enough to make them unwearable, but certainly enough to have just ruined a four thousand dollar outfit in a matter of moments.

Her pants brought on the most problem, but a shuffling and kicking of the legs would see them and her matching slip on shoes off. Her underwear? She had never cared to wear it. One did not have to wonder if Veronicka was wearing panties, because she never did. It might be considered peculiar considering her taste in white clothing, but one would have to remember that her flesh was as pale as her outfits.

Never once did the Russian's hand leave that Irish cock. With her clothing discarded she was now clad in only a white pearl necklace and cute short socks. Veronicka threw her legs around the pianist and drew him in with force while her hand guided his erection to her sopping wet slit. She rubbed the head briefly up and down her pale velvety walls and then began to throw herself upon it even from her awkward angle beneath him. Her free hand grabbed the the man by his golden locks and forced his head down to her breasts. This had been a long time coming.
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Lynx was more than willing to just go with it and as he watched the pale woman twist and wriggle out of her clothing he found himself holding his breath in anticipation and desire. Only this time his chest didn't burn for it. So when her fingers found his short hair and yanked his head down to her perky breasts he let out a low growl and licked each opalescent nipple. His tongue swirled around them one at a time, twisting around the sensitive flesh before her captured on between his lips and sucked it into his mouth. He was careful to keep his fangs from doing more than brushing her skin. He had no desire to find himself blood bound to anyone at this point. Jason would keep him safe in a way, but he didn't need more confusing emotions rushing through his system. So he sucked her breast into his mouth and let his fangs press down hard against her soft skin so he could lick and suck her nipple.

The hand gripping her ass slid back enough to allow his cock to replace it as she guided him in. He didn't hesitate, when he felt her guiding his head against her moistened entrance he gave her the lead but when she arched he suddenly and forcefully slammed down and sank himself into her as deep as their bodies would allow, his muscular abs flexing and his strong hips slamming down hard into her thighs as he groaned in pleasure. He wrapped an arm around her slim waist and began to thrust.

There was a part of him that wanted to batter her pale body through the floor. An aggressive and hungry part of him that was focusing entirely on the sensations brought to him by his body. His hands started stroking up and down her slim back, massaging her muscles, his nails digging into her skin. There were no long scratches however, the innate strength of her flesh far to great for his meager nails to mark her skin, which only spurred him to dig harder at her flesh as he pulled his hips back and drove them down again and again, his back muscles and ass flexing as he drew out and slammed down into her again and again.

He switched which breast he was sucking and tormenting with his hungry tongue, moving back and forth between them as he started to give her what she wanted. A vigorous and solid fucking right on the floor of his bar, nothing between her and the hardwood but his arms. There was something pure in this, reminding him of who he was. Who he had been before he died and was reborn. He had been wandering, lurking in his bar and playing his music. But there was still pleasure in the world. Still things to enjoy.

Perhaps he'd be okay. If not he could just to this until he forgot his troubles, time and again until finally the supernatural bonds that held his heart loosened up to allow him to feel more than despair and loss again.
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Veronicka moaned as Lynx's lips began to suckle on her tits. The sensations burned through her nerves causing her to tighten her grip on his waist with her legs. She took him to be instructed enough not to try to draw her blood. Not that drawing her blood would be easy. As Lynx may soon be discovering Veronicka was far from a fragile woman. In fact, she lived up to the tall tales told about impossible to kill Russians in famous western films. Once a homicidal fan of hers had made it through her body guards in a dark alley, intent on killing her so they could live together forever in death. He sank a kitchen knife in her gut... Well, he tried to sink a rusty kitchen knife in her gut. The blade had snapped from the handle and clattered to the ground, but it had ruined a sixty thousand dollar dress, so she snapped his neck.

That didn't mean she couldn't feel though. That just mean pain was difficult to really accomplish with her. Pleasure on the other hand, like the pleasure that was causing her to buck wildly from the grasp of that hand on her ass, she felt vividly. The force of Lynx's thrust into her tight body, filling her completely caused her to cry out on pure pleasure, her hand twisting in his hair, smashing his face into her breast. Her body reacting on its own bucked up to meet his powerful thrusts causing impacts that might have broken mortal women. She didn't even register the pain nails attempting to cut into her back should have caused. Instead it was just more pleasure. Her now free hand wrapped around Lynx and found his ass urging him to pound her faster and harder.

As his mouth switched breasts she felt herself slip a little. A small slip over the edge of bliss. She had been without a man inside of her for far too long. The work he did with his mouth and hands only helped tip her over, but the feeling of the floor slamming into her ass, providing her with a nice massage sealed it. Her walls closed around the Irish cock as if she could hold him inside of her with the strength of her pussy alone. Her legs tightened as she cried out in the first of many orgasms to cum. She could still feel him violently thrusting into her and wouldn't have it any other way. Tonight would be a long night, if she had anything to say about it.

When she regained control of her mind, she realized it was time for a change in pace. She urged blood to her hands increasing her strength as she pushed toppled the Irishman over turning the tables and slamming him against the floor. Her hands then dug into his hair as she once again smashed her mouth against his. Never once did she let him slip out of her folds. With herself on top she began slamming her pelvis down rapidly on his cock. Her slippery walls gripped his cock like a vice as she rode him like a Cossack.

There were indeed still pleasures to be had in this world and Veronicka intended to share them all with Lynx tonight. A evening free of troubles and filled with vodka. A night in heaven.
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There were many things Lynx was a novice at, but antics in the bedroom were not an area he shied away from. His muscles tensed as she rolled them and he let out a grunt as she drove him down onto his back, but it was a pleasant grunt and when she began to ride him his hips rose to thrust into her just as fast as she was riding him. His hands slid around from her back to her front and his nimble fingers quickly captured her breasts and squeezed. He claimed her nipples between his fingers and pinched, twisting and teasing them as he massaged her soft tits with strong aggressive hands. He braced his feet against the floor and lifted his knees so she was riding her pale ass back against his hips, braced against his upraised thighs to give them both the leverage to maintain the bruising pace.

Lynx was still in his slacks and soft shoes at this point, having never taken them off, but he didn't care. He was enjoying having this pale beauty riding his cock, reminding him that no matter how dark the world grew there was always some pleasure to be found in it. His tongue battled hers as she pulled them into a hard kiss and her fingers in his hair was performing that magic that made him harder, triggering that need to please a woman that was such an odd part of his makeup.

Ordinarily he'd have gone submissive and done whatever she wanted with her hand in his hair like that. But he was an experienced enough lover to know she didn't want that. She wanted to fuck. She wanted her tight ivory pussy to get stretched over and over and he was going to give it to her. So he worked her breasts and his hips thrust up into her from underneath as he picked up the pace, panting with desire and lust. It was a purely human reaction, he didn't need to breath. Didn't even notice when he forgot to in his excitement.

She was giving him a gift and while he enjoyed having her riding him there was only so long he was going to let it last. So he braced himself and hurled his torso up, pushing her up and capturing her ass. He climbed to his feet and slammed her down onto his length until he was buried. Then he held her pale body that way and he kicked out of his pants and his shoes. He twisted and walked, rocking her up and down his length until they got to the pool table, he pulled himself free and twisted her pale beauty around, pushing her down and pulling her backside up. His cock slid into her again as he started to claim her from behind, his strong hands pushing her down onto the soft felt of the pool table so he could drive her thighs against the side of the pool table.

He'd been wondering how long it would take him to fuck a beauty on his pool table. Bent over it with her white hair flying she looked amazing.
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Veronicka felt her body get lifted up. Despite the distraction of being in the air she didn't stop bucking her hips just as much as he didn't stop fucking. She ground rougher and rough against him as he took her to some location. She wondered if he was actually wasting time with going to the bedroom. Maybe she had hurt him with her rough fucking? She smiled when her body felt a pool table underneath her. Now things were becoming interesting. Veronicka let out a soft growl when she felt him withdraw from her, but it was replaced with a smile when she felt herself being turned around and pressed into the pool table. Her legs tightly together. Her thighs against the pool table. Her back arched and her pale ass well presented.

Now they could really fuck. Veronicka glanced over her shoulder at him as her hands dripped the opposite side of the pool table. The feeling of his cock once again slipping inside of her caused her to moan out. With her face pressed against the soft felt and her hard nipples rubbing against the rough material the pleasure was only that much greater. Her ass must have looked like quite the prize with how she was presented. With half her face against the felt she gave him a one eyed glance.

"Trakhni menya , kak zhivotnoye !" Veronicka growled not even aware she had reverted to her native tongue. The speed, lust and ferocity behinds the words were enough for a clear translation though. She wanted it hard and rough. Her intention was to walk away from this evening sore. That was a hard task to accomplish and might even be impossible, but that was her goal.
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Lynx didn't have a clue what she said. Then again he didn't actually care at this moment. He looked over that ass and it was all he could do not to shift his aim and slide himself hard into her anus and start fucking her ass. Still his fingers gripped her hips and he started to thrust into her wetness harder, groaning with pleasure as he starts to hammer away, his hips making long fast strokes so she could enjoy the feeling of his entire length plunging into her depths.

His fingers gripped her hips hard so he could control his aim, so he could make sure he was giving this beautiful backside the fucking it deserved. She'd been pretty obvious about the fact that she wasn't looking for anything romantic or gentle in this encounter. They were both trying to pound demons out of their minds with the thrust of their bodies. Still, he did run his thumb around the sensitive ring of her anus and plunge it in and start knuckling her tight hole as he fucked her. He'd pull it out if she protested, but if she didn't he'd get some satisfaction from claiming it with his thumb. Perhaps he'd even claim that hole later.

For now he was enjoying the greater freedom he had with his feet braced on the floor and her body bent over the pool table. Now he could really flex the muscles in his legs and back and stroke into her hard, driving her against the table. She seemed to be enjoying the felt, rubbing her face and tits across it and making no move to raise herself up. She looked good that way. He had an errant smile across his face as he considered that this was the second time he'd fucked a near albino over a pool table. Though it had been nearly nine months since that single date with Jhael. Still, he did love pool tables. They were just the right height to stroke a woman hard.

He growled out his pleasure and continued sinking into her. He felt a spasm pass through his body and he came, it was a shuddering orgasm that shook his entire frame. He felt his cock swell and spasm, felt himself release. He was surprised to see a bloody froth form between their bodies, then he realized that all he had within him was blood. It actually turned him on more. The sensation was almost enough to make him lose his rhythm, but he discovered that he had some advantages in being a vampire, he didn't grow soft, and his muscles didn't tire, didn't cramp. So he simple rode the wave of pleasure and continued to pound her beautiful pale as. Trying to fuck his sorrows away.
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Veronicka groaned out as Lynx answered a demand he couldn't even understand. One that didn't need to be understood. Her thighs bounced off the lip of the pool table again and again. The strength with which Lynx gripped her hips might have bruised most people, but Veronicka didn't bruise. In fact she like to be fucked so hard she could feel it. The fingers digging into her skin caused her to writhe even more as she began grinding on the dick that was rapidly slamming into her. Anything to feel that extra ounce of pleasure. The thumb which plunged into her ass was welcomed with an anything but subtle moan of pleasure as she tried to push back on it. The attempt was futile without the use of vitae. Lynx was a strong man and Veronicka was simply enjoying the ride.

Soon she felt him pulsing within her. She was on the brink of climaxing herself. The feeling of the felt against her body and the thumb rubbing against her sensitive asshole was enough to send her along with him. The exact moment she climaxed was when she felt that blood surge into her body, filling her, and adding to the lubrication. The scent of the blood was actually what tipped the scales. Her fangs showed just a bit, but she had full control over herself. She didn't desire to drink the blood. It was just another carnal pleasure to add to the many.

Her own climax was a messy affair this time. She had lost the care to control the transfer of her vitae to normal fluids and so she simply added to the frothy mess. It was a damn good thing this bar had oak floors, the mess would be easier to clean tomorrow evening. She had to admit though, Lynx could certainly fuck. She wasn't a novice when it came to sex, but she wasn't particularly experienced either. This would be a check in the box for her. Fucking an Irishman while bent over a pool table. May as well get the check in another box as well. She had never been ass fucked before and she imagined it would feel great considering pain wasn't a true concern for her.

She lifted her head from the table and smiled. "You vant my ass?" Veronicka asked huskily with a bit of a sinister smile accented by her now showing fangs. "You can have it."
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Lynx groaned at her words. She didn't know how much he had wanted to hear that. He pulled out, looking down at his blood slicked cock and a shiver ran through him. There was a hunger there. A desire to clean that with his fingers, to lick it all until it was clean. It was fortunate for the fledgling that he kept himself very well fed or he might have given in to the temptation. As it was when she made her offer he flipped her onto her back and pushed her down onto the felt. His hands slid up her long white legs and pulled them up onto his shoulders.

One hand gripped the blood slicked cock and he positioned it over her anus, then he rammed it home. He didn't know she'd never had it before, her words made it sound like it was something she knew she liked. Since she had so far shown herself to be one to enjoy the rougher side of things he sunk himself down until his hips slammed into her ass and started resuming his fast and powerful thrusts. His blood covered hand slid up her pale body, leaving crimson streaks that made his mouth water until he captured a breast and gave it a hard squeeze, his thumb twisting and rubbing over her nipple. His other arm wrapped about her legs at the thighs and held them firm so he could fuck her tight asshole in long hard strokes.

His voice was a rough tenor growl. His green eyes looking at her, looking over every inch of her body. He let go of her breast long enough to grab one of her hands and push it down between her legs, forcefully pushing her fingers against her pale mound before he resumed his gripping and twisting of her delicate skin. He figured that made it pretty clear what he wanted to watch her do.

He realized he didn't care what the pale woman wanted to do with her other hand. As long as he got to watch her finger her blood soaked slit while he fucked her tight ass. This was turning out to be exactly what he needed to get his mind out of the funk it had been in. He knew he'd probably feel guilty for being so selfish in how he fucked her later, but for now he was enjoying having a smooth body to pound. His gaze was carnal and raw as he watched her. He'd never have guessed such a passionate woman lay beneath her alabaster exterior.

He hoped she paid him more visits.
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