Close Your Eyes || Closed

@ salander.
Vladimir nodded in agreement with her middle names comment, looking up as Calliope made her way towards the bar, when she touched his knee he took a slow breath in, unsure of how to take it. He watched her features through the mirror, noticing an ever so slight change. He noted it quickly in his mind, tapping his fingers along the armrest of the sofa as he took his eyes off her, off her face anyway, he didn't want to be caught analyzing her, but his eyes made their way done her body to her butt, he was fine with being caught checking her out, licking his lips mischievously as he did. As soon a calliope spoke again his eyes darted up to her eyes. "I guess you'll just have to find out on your own how kinky I am." He purred and finished off his drink, setting the glass down on the small side table besides him. His eyes reached another cold state when she sat down besides him, but he warmed up to the idea fairly quickly. He looked over with a devilish look and licked his lips again. But his eyes stayed locked with hers. He wanted to know her secret, or at least what had caused her change in demeanor a moment ago.

Vladimir mind wandered for a moment, he was getting hungry. But the one thing he knew was this girl was too dangerous to try and feed on. So at this moment, he was deciding to feed later, and then leave the body in a very public place, and watch, and wait, to see if she showed up, or at least accidentally meet with her again to see her reaction. A small smirk played along his lips when he thought of it, he was quite devilish sometimes. Vladimir watched as Calliope bit her lip, and in turn, bit his own. The small gesture was a turn on for him, but he didn't want to show how much it really did turn him on. Moreso because of how attractive she was. "Is it?" He asked and bit his lip. "I thought my face was why women loved me, I guess it's my business sense." He laughed dryly, "For you it must be that body though." Vladimir decided not to make his attraction a secret anymore. He wasn't going to hide it, she could do what she wanted with this information. As she reached out and touched his collar, he kept himself from tensing up, leaning into her hands. "And you think I am?" He asked, his voice low in pitch. As her hands adjusted her collar he leaned back, but only by inches now, staying close to her face. "Oh you've caught me dear. I am the devil. I am worse than the devil, but even he has a soft spot for cute girls." His eyes were electric with life at this moment, heart racing emptily, and he was on edge at this moment. Something was going to halogen, the question was what.

Calliope couldn't help but feel like they'd come to a point where a decision would have to be made. Either she would either have to excuse herself and ask him politely to leave or she'd ask him--maybe in actions more than words--if he'd want to share her bed. Whether or not he wished to stay the night would be up to him. The woman in her liked sharing a bed with a man for more than just sleeping with them, but the hunter in her knew that letting her guard down and sleeping around a suspected vampire could prove a fatal mistake. "That's a promise I definitely can make," she told him honestly, eyes darkening slightly as she imagined just about everything she could do to find this man's limits. To be honest, she was betting him as quite an adventurous person in the bedroom. Her eyes darted to his lips once more as his tongue flickered across them, a soft hum resonating in her chest as she leaned in ever-so-slightly. "Question is, how kinky do you think I can get?" She mused softly.

She pulled her long hair over her shoulder, exposing one side of her graceful, slender neck as she watched him. Maybe she was trying to tempt him a bit, to see if she would have anything to worry about if he stayed the night. She could see him falling into his own thoughts for a moment and she finished her whiskey, turning away from him for a moment to place the glass to the side much like he had. When she turned around, he was smirking and she was wondering if he was thinking of where the two of them were headed or if the expression was the result of some other train of thought. "Well, Vlad, I'm sure the face definitely gets you attention. But I'm honestly more partial to men with some intelligence to them. Pretty faces and empty minds are only good to look at," she told him with a small shrug of her shoulders. Her brows shot skyward at his next comment, a small grin curling her lips. "I'm afraid you've left me at a disadvantage. I normally don't judge bodies until I've seen them with their clothes off. Though...you seem to have quite a firm backside, could just be the cut of trousers though." She bit her lips once more, openly letting her eyes sweep over what she could see of him.

In what could have been considered a bold move, she quickly threw her leg over both of his to straddle his lap. Calliope slowly lowered herself to sit on the top of his thighs, eyes remaining locked on his as she faced him. The woman planted one hand on the top of the couch so she wasn't pulling her full weight on him. With the other hand, she gently traced her knuckles down the side of his cheek. "Maybe just for tonight, you are," she breathed, face mere inches from his as she looked at him through half-lidded eyes. Her fingertips trailed along his jawline, lips parting slightly as her eyes flickered down to study his lips for a moment before meeting his gaze once more. "Good thing I'm not a girl, Vlad," she told him bluntly, eyes narrowing slightly, "I'm one woman who doesn't enjoy soft spots."

@ salander.
Vladimir knew this was a pivotal moment in their fun night together. He knew one of them was going to make a move and itbetter be the right one or they would probably both be screwed, in one sense or another. Vlad himself hadn't had a night of fun in forever. Once he got going, he was hard to stop too. But his stamina was a definite point towards him not being a normal person, and just how rough he got with women. He slept a lot with his meals, or with other female vampires, so he didn't care how rough the pairs got because they either could take it, or died shortly thereafter. But this girl, she was different. He let out a small sound when she spoke. "I think you can match what I can do, or I think you could even lead the way." He purred, his voice now deeply hoarse. His temperature rose as he became more tense, waiting to just take the dive and ravage this girl. Right here in this presidential suite.

When her hair was moved, Vlad closed his eyes for a moment and then smirked before opening them again as soon as he heard her voice. "Well I should be getting twice as many if I have both then, huh?" He said and leaned in again, looking down at Calliope. "That's a good theory though, not judging before you see. I think I definitely want you to judge me though." Vladimir chuckled at her comment about his butt and grinned. "I do get a lot of compliments, I'm sure you do too. So I assure you it isn't my pants, but moreso, I'm just great." He said grinning.

In an instant calliope was in his lap, and in that same instant, Vlad knew their descion had been made. And his smirk grew from ear to ear. He gripped her hip with one hand, the other moved to her face, moving her hair away from it. "Or maybe tonight, you're my devil, or my addiction." He said lowly. "I'm glad you aren't a girl, because I'm into women." He said, his large hand grabbed her chin in an instance before pulling her face close and pressing a deep kiss to her lips. His lips held against her own, moving both hands up and holding her face to his. He could feel heat radiating from his body, a rarity. But he had started, and Vladimir knew there was no stopping him now.

Calliope could tell that this night was going to be a rather interesting one, if it already wasn't. She was in the most luxurious hotel room, with a block-of-ice Russian man she thought she'd done a rather adept job at melting, and now it seemed they were taking things a few steps further. A Cheshire cat grin curled her lips as Vladimir spoke, looking quite pleased with herself as she let out a soft hum in reply. His comment about matching or her taking the lead fell by the wayside as she noticed his temperature was warming up beside her. Maybe she was wrong about him, maybe he was just some eccentric man who took pleasure in seeing the city at night. He did work at a bar, though, so it's not surprising that he was of the night owl variety. Most hunts she took didn't set her up in such lavish surroundings, nor did she sleep with a lot of men, period. But she was interested in if the big talk that Vladimir made could match up to what he could actually do.

"I can't speak for all women, Vlad, just myself," she told him softly, shaking her head a bit. Her eyes slipped over him once more, brow lifting as her gaze found his once more. "I must warn you, I'm a very tough critic and how you look may decide on if we keep the lights on or off," she added with a crooked grin. When she noted his reaction to her moving to his lap, she looked quite like a cat caught the mouse, lips pulling up slyly at the corners and mischief twinkling in her eyes. She couldn't help but to lean into his hand and shift a bit as his other hand found her hip. She didn't have time to reply as his mouth was on hers in an instant. Her body reacted to the kiss on it's own. She slipped forward in his lap until her legs bracketed his hips, her chest pressed flush against his, and her full weight resting on him as she kissed him back with near-bruising eagerness. It really had been too long since she'd last slept with someone and the warmth coming from him was more intoxicating than the whiskeys she'd knocked back. One of her hands rested lightly on his chest, the other wound through his hair and tugged at it as she nipped gently at his bottom lip.

@ salander.
Vladimir's mind had gone to mush in a moment. He knew that this was dangerous, and quite frankly, he didn't care right now. This cat and mouse game they had been playing was overtaking him in the feeling of pleasure and he just wanted to have Calliope right now. "Oh, sweetheart, when you see me, you're gonna wish there were more lights." He purred, his lips and touch both warm as he pressed himself against her. His lips worked hard against her own, sliding his tongue into her mouth with his own small sound of pleasure escaping. Vladimir moved his hands down her body slowly, allowing his hands to feel every inch of of body as if reading Braille. They stopped at her hips, he gripped her hips roughly as he stood up, hoisting Calliope up with him. His long strides took them to the best in an instant, as he nearly threw her down onto it. He looked down at a Calliope on the bed, his eyes gleaming with delight, his features lit up with life. He licked his lips before climbing into bed above her, and pressing his lips to Calliope's again.

Once atop Calliope, Vladimir had one hand holding himself up, the other working on getting the two unclothed. His free hand had moved to her side, just beneath her shirt, and his warm touch was moving up her side as he pushed up the shirt. After a moment, he helped her pull it off. Vladimir broke their kiss again before sitting up and taking his own shirt off, tossing it aimlessly to the side. Vladimir fell to the side of her, and pulled Calliope into his lap so she was on top of him. He wanted to see what she could do, he wanted her to put her money where her mouth was. He knew he could back up his claims, could she? When she was on top he grabbed her chin again and pulled her down roughly to kiss her. His other hand now snaked around her back trying to remove the pesky bra. Vladimir could tell he hadn't slept with someone in a while, he was letting himself be completely gone and off guard with this girl. She was overtaking his mind. He was vulnerable, but he didn't care. He just wanted to sleep with this girl

@ BadStreetBoys

Calliope barely remembered that she should still be keeping her guard up, to keep trying to suss out whether or not the man she was now so eager to go to bed with was a vampire or not. Hesitations all scattered to the wind, she knew that the life of a hunter was nothing if she couldn't be a little risky and dangerous outside of her line of work. A short hum left her as she melted her mouth and body against his, whether the hum was of laughter or pleasure, she couldn't tell as she opened her mouth to allow his tongue entrance and slipped her tongue against his. Her body was alight as his hands made their way over her form, urging her to press herself even closer to him. A soft noise of surprise escaped her as his once gentle hands grasped onto her hips and before she knew it, she was in the air. Her arms instinctively wound around his neck, flattening her body against his and locking her legs loosely around his waist. She gasped softly as her body left his to fly through the air and crash down into the soft bed; her eyes alight, hair mussed, and lips swollen and red. Her mouth curled up at one corner as she kept her gaze on Vlad as he climbed onto the bed, one of her long lithe legs hitching around his waist.

Underneath him, she couldn't help but feel small; Calliope was by no means short, but her form was slender and his was definitely much larger than hers. A soft noise left her as his hand found the bare skin under her shirt before tossing it away. The air of the room felt cool against her skin, goosebumps rising in reaction. When he broke the kiss to lose his own shirt, she tried to take him in as much as possible, but she was once again maneuvered(frustratingly easily, by her standards) to perch on his hips once more. If this would turn out to be a battle for dominance, she would definitely give him a run for however much money he had. She settled onto his hips as her mouth was dragged to his once more and his hand found her bra. Now would be the time, if any, he'd mention the scars that littered her torso; the road burn on her right shoulder from the time she was dragged behind a motorcycle by a gang of vampires in Peru, the slanted scar between her neck and collarbone from where she'd been stabbed by a vamp in Indiana, or--and this one was perhaps the worst--the jagged scar that ran along her lower abdomen. It looked like the skin had been ripped open instead of cut. It was clear the instrument that made the incision was very blunt and used with brute force. That one had been given by a vampire who hoped to sever her ability to carry on the family line of De Vries hunters--he succeeded. Most men didn't ask questions. By the time Calliope had her shirt off, most men only had one thing on their minds and it wasn't her life's story.

Her hips rolled against his as she broke the kiss to trail light kisses and nips along his jaw to his ear as her hands slipped down his torso to work on his belt buckle. She undid it deftly, sliding it quickly out of the belt loops and to the side so quickly the leather cracked through the air; a sound that had her mind reeling to one conclusion. Her mouth heatedly found his once more as she rocked her hips down against his more steadily in a achingly slow rhythm as her hands slipped down his arms. In a flash, her hands clasped around his wrists as she hoisted his arms above his head, looped the belt around them, and anchored his arms with the belt on one of the ornament posts of the headboard. She sat back and looked at her work with a devilish sort of grin, eyes raking over what she could see of him. Her pulse was pounding in her ears and the room was suddenly stifling. Pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, she tilted her head to the side, grinding her hips as innocently as possible against his as her fingertips slowly drifted down the sides of his body. "I'm afraid you're right, Vlad. Your body is very...great, as you called it, and I haven't even got to the good parts yet," she breathed, shaking her head slowly as she took him in.

@ salander.
Vladimir stood the bed as he looked down at Calliope, in this moment she seemed small, but he knew just how big this could become, and he didn't let it distract him. But he did allow his mind to wander off to the thoughts of her, or into a mindless mush of just pure instinct and reaction. His hands, large and calloused, were careful on her body. He noticed the feel of abnormalities but ignored it at the moment, he could mention it later. When Calliope was atop his hips, grinding them into his own, he couldn't help bet let out a hot breath, sucking in another quickly. He was hot for her and he knew that it wasn't hidden anymore. His eyes scanned her body slowly, and Vladimir licked his lips. She had the body of a goddess, a beaten one anyway. He noted how amazing her body was, the shape she was in was as amazing as his own, but she had definitely seem some time like he had. It was just his scars were a bit fuller than hers, in light of his paler skin tone, which could account to the face the place he lived was always winter. But he had his fair share. Many were not even close to what she had. Just old cuts, or slashes, there was one bullet scar on his lower abdomen. These things had never killed him because none had been a fatal shot to the heart. The wounds only irritated him greatly when hunters shot him with wood from a cross that went to his hip. He did have a large scar, a slender, smooth one that went from just beneath his collar bone, down to below his heart, as if he had almost been stabbed but slunk away before the blade could sink in.

Vlad smirked at the sound of his belt cracking in the air. It was one he was very familiar with, whether being the user or the usee. It was a sound he liked. Though when she tied his hands to the bed posts, he was a bit surprised, but merely kicked his lips and smirked up at her. "Is that all you got?" He teased, his voice dripping with excitement. He wanted to see her try and push his limits, Vladimir was eager to see what this girl had in store for him. And he knew well that he could break this if needed, sure it'd take an unnecessary second or two, but he was quite sure that wouldn't mean his life or death. As she was rocking her hips into his, and licking her lips he let out another sounds of disgruntled pleasure. "Fuck you tease" he groaned quietly. Vladimir shivered against her fingers on his body, but seemed to press into her touch eagerly. "Oh dear, if you think that if great, I can't wait to see what you think of the rest." He purred out, mimicking the biting of her lip.

Vladimir took the moment to watch a Calliope again. With his pants more loosened, the tent he was making with them was not going unnoticed. Vladimir knew he was well endowed, very well endowed some might say. And he just wanted this girl to find out. For him it was an almost weird feeling to not be the one in control. But he was adoring every second of it.

@ BadStreetBoys

Calliope ran her tongue over her lips as she stared down at Vlad, loving seeing a man become putty beneath her. Yes, there was no denying that she had a thing for power, but also in taking a powerful man and making them feel powerless. Quite often, she was looked down on because she was a woman, so maybe this was her way of bringing some balance back into the world. As her eyes drifted over him, she noted the scars that littered his torso as well, recognizing the different shapes and sizes of gruesome mementos left behind by various weapons and objects. Even if he weren't a vampire, it was clear now that they were both a cut from the same, indestructible cloth. It would take a lot more to kill them than lousy aim and half-baked ideas. A soft hum left her as he noticed him eyeing her and she almost wanted to shrink away under his gaze; her scars were ugly and he was probably expecting some blemish-free beauty beneath her clothes. While he looked to be sculpted from stone, his scars only made him even more attractive in her eyes. He was someone stalwart and strong; men like him were hard to find.

Her brows lifted almost comically as he questioned her and she let out a soft, derisive laugh. "Baby, I'm just getting started," she purred back in return, eyes lighting up as he shot a curse in her direction. In return, she grinned toothily at him, leaning forward to grasp his jaw in her hand to keep his gaze on hers. "Fuck me, indeed, Vlad," she murmured, lips a breath a way from his as her eyes flickered between his. "It must be terrible for you to not be able to do anything," she teased, pushing her bottom lip out in a playful pout as she rocked her hips against his once more for good measure. A soft sigh left her, knowing that she was teasing herself just as well as him. "You can't touch me," she continued, brushing her hands slowly down the sides of her body until she reached the top of her jeans. "You can't hold me," she dug in a little deeper with a devilish little grin as she unbuttoned the top button. "All you can do...is exactly what I want you to do," she finished as she slipped off of him and to the side of the bed. She shimmied out of her jeans, running her fingertips along her thighs as she left the fabric bunched up on the floor. All she was left in was a pair of lacy, black underwear that left little to the imagination. Her eyes flickered coyly back up to his before a smirk curled her lips again.

She started at the foot of the bed, slowly slinking her way up his body until her knees rested on either side of his hips once more. Her hands found the button of his pants as she leaned forward to press her lips along his jawline, nipping her teeth at the skin occasionally. Slowly, she began to slide his trousers down, bringing down his boxers with them. "You're absolutely powerless right now," she cooed in his ear before using her tongue to pull his earlobe between her teeth. She pulled away and let his earlobe slip through her teeth, having pushed his trousers down to his knees. Her hands found his jaw once more and she brushed her thumb across his bottom lip. "I'm going to give you a choice, Vladimir," she told him softly, "now that you've seen how wicked I can be, I can free you...or I can keep you like this." Her hands founds his bound wrists as she pressed her nearly naked body fully against his, mouth lowering to trail across his collar bone.

@ salander.
Vladimir thought this was a grand old time, his eyes on her body, watching every move she made. Scanning, scanning, but not for danger anymore. It was for pleasure. Every inch of her body was beautiful and sculpted with a lean sort of muscle. He noticed her scars, but they didn't deter him, just added more layers to her story, the question was if he would learn these stories or not. But st the moment he didn't care. At one instance he ruggedness on his wrists, having wanted to grab her body, realizing it wasn't possible. Her voice pierced through his ears so smoothly it was a melody. His ears had tuned into her voice and he knew exactly when to stop gazing at her beauty, and to her equally as piercing eyes. "I'm good with my hands, it's so odd to not be able to ravage you myself." He quipped in response. Licking his lips he grinned at her. "I'll do everything you want me to, Hot shot." Vladimir would grind his hips up and into Calliope's, it was one of the few thins he could still control was his lower half, he felt very at ease even without his control anymore. Ashe she began to undress herself, Vladimir's draw dropped even more, this girl was hot. He licked his lips hungrily. And purred. "Fuck me, baby. Come on." He teased back. He knew this was the best kind of foreplay, the kind that got them both going.

His body was riddled with goosebumps as they made skin on skin contact. The feeling was electric, with every touch of their skin it sent another surge through him, and he just let out small breaths of anticipation and pleasure. Vladimir let her easily strip him of what little clothes he had left. Lifting his hips for easier disposal. Once the clothes were off, his talk matched reality. He swallowed hard and bit his lip as he looked up at her. "I'm under your control." He murmured
In response, turning and kissing her jaw before she disappeared again. Watching her move down. When she asked, he just raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "I wanna see you push my limits baby. Do your worst." He said huskily, rolling his shoulders slightly to get the crick out. Vladimir was realistic, he knew how dangerous this was. He could die. But he didn't care. He was having a blast and wanted to see everything Calliope could bring to him. He didn't get the sense she was going to kill him with a hard on. He wanted to see if how bad she said she was, was truly how bad she was.

Calliope grinned to herself as she let her fingertips wander over every part of Vlad she could see. She could tell he was being wound up, she could feel the tension coiling in his muscles, just waiting to be unleashed. She supposed this was much like poking a sleeping bear must feel like and it was a thrill she quite enjoyed. A devilish smirk crossed her lips when she noticed him tugging at the belt binding his hands to the headboard, knowing she was doing her job well. “I guess I’ll have to be the one to decide whether or not you get to use your hands,” she retorted quietly in response as her eyes drifted over his body. Running her tongue over her lips, she let out a curious hum, tilting her head to the side. “And I’ve decided you’re very much a man. My apologies for doubting you earlier,” she murmured, fingertips slipping along the ridges of his hips as she offered him a toothy, predatory sort of smile.

A breathless sort of noise left her when she realized he was meeting her hips with every roll, eyes fluttering slightly as he hit just the right spot. Took him long enough to figure out he could still move the parts she needed him to. She drew in a deep breath of air through her nose, trying to calm her racing breaths, but failing. “I should just leave you here to beg for it, shouldn’t I?” She mused, leaning forward to run her fingertips through his hair gently before gripping roughly at the strands. “Then you’ll really think I’m a fucking tease,” she continued before settling back on her haunches to take him in. “You’re lucky I’ve been facing down a six month dry spell with no one but myself or I would have done it.”

When she finally figured they’d had enough talking—Calliope wasn’t much for foreplay anyways, especially not when they’d danced in circles for the past few hours—she grabbed the sides of her panties and ripped them off rather unceremoniously and tossed the scrap of fabric to the floor. “Be careful what you ask for, Vlad,” she breathed, pressing her lips against his a couple of times as she braced a hand against his chest. The other slipped down his torso to wrap around his length and give it a few pumps. She pulled away from his mouth to rest her forehead against his, keeping her half-lidded eyes on his as she slowly settled over his hips. Using her hand, she guided him to her core before slamming down on him to the hilt. A sharp cry left as she went still, letting herself get used to the full feeling as her chest heaved in air. Pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, she brushed her other hand through his hair, taking a few moments to look down at him. Then, as if she’d decided she’d had enough, she slowly began to roll her hips forward and push them back with a languid, achingly slow speed, sliding from tip to base over and over again and bracing her hands on either side of his head. A few soft noises, some whimpers, but mostly low, raspy moans, left her as she moved, keeping her gaze on Vlad to gauge his reaction.

@ salander.
Vladimir enjoyed every second of the teasing, though at the mention of her just leaving him he let out a desperate groan. "Oh no, no no." He said and looked up at her, shaking his head. "You know you're in too deep, sweetheart." He teased back, sticking his tongue out at her. When she said she was on a dry spell he smirked even more. It had been a little while since he had, but this was more than a little while for her. He was a rough fuck, and he didn't think this was going to be anything less than extraordinary. "Hmm, might wanna be careful if you want me to break that spell. I may be down but I'm still an animal, I've got advantages, or should I say appendages, and I know how to use them." Vladimir noticed a look in her eyes that meant she was done messing around, and it brought a whole new Rush of adrenaline coursing through his body. When her lips met his, he would respond with his moving against hers in a rough passion, opening the, ever so slightly to stick his tongue into her mouth, wresting her for dominance in this small way. He let out a breath intoher mouth as soon as she touched him. As her head rested on his, he let out a small sigh of happiness and closed his eyes. She slammed onto him and he choked out an animalistic sound. "Fuck." He said and kissed her lips again. She broke her kiss, and he bit his lip. As she rolled atop him, he bit his lip harder, trying to hide the absolute pleasure he was in. He moved his hips up and against hers, his rhythm was much less pronounced, and more forceful. He just wanted to get in as deep as he could in her, waiting until she lowered herself into him, then would buck his hips up.

His eyes fluttered and he let out a small moan. "I know you got more than this, come on!" He taunted, his voice breathy, eyes almost glazed as he looked up at her. Vladimir began to roll his body in an opposite sync with her, getting their bodies to mesh together in a powerful unison. As their bodies rolled he moaned loudly, not even afraid of showing how much he enjoyed hit, and how much more he wanted her to do. "Come on fuck me." He yelled in unison with a moan he let out, pushing into her. Vladimir kissed her deeply, and as he did he bit Calliope's bottom lip, tugging on it. He let it go and slid his tongue against hers again.

@ BadStreetBoys

As Calliope continued with her slow, calculated pace, she could tell by the way Vladimir met her movements that he was used to quick and hard fucking. Which was great if you were a man and were almost guaranteed an orgasm, but Calliope was more concerned with getting hers in the end. Call her selfish, but this was again somehow related back to her power-hungry nature in bed. Her head fell back for a moment as her eyes slipped shut, shuddering slightly as his hips raised and their pelvises rocked together in the most delicious of ways that had a moan flying from her lips before she could stop it. “Fuck, Vlad,” she breathed, slender throat exposed as she continued to move slowly. Calliope could have given two fucks if the man she was riding was a vampire, this was the most pleasure she’d gotten in years from one of her nearly nameless lays. Would she be telling him that? Absolutely not.

A quiet laugh left her as he continued to poke and taunt at her, but still she continued with the slow, deliberate movements of her hips. Her fingertips gripped into his chest, blunted fingernails digging into his skin. It was a good thing they didn't have neighbors in the penthouse, because with his yelling, they were bound to wake someone up. “All in due time, darling,” she returned his taunt breathily in his native tongue. As his mouth found hers, she trailed her hands from his chest to his hair, tongue slipping against his as she arched her back to put a bit more force behind the rolls of her hips. She leaned over him, her small breasts and pert nipples just barely rested against his chest, fingertips dragging along his scalp as she hummed into his mouth. Without any warning, she stilled for just a few moments before she suddenly changed the tempo. Her hips continued to roll against his, but her movements were much faster and harder, less smooth and calculated as she rode him restlessly. “Fuck,” she gasped against his mouth before nipping at the corner of his mouth before sealing her mouth against his hard again.

@ salander.
Vladimir had lost his mind. The pleasure had taken everything out of him. He wasn't thinking at all about what he was, or what she was, or what could happen with them. He didn't care. She could be a hunter and kill him right after this, but his mind didn't care. He'd die a happy man, this was pure ecstasy for him. As she exposed her neck, Vlad lifted his own and began to leave a trail of kisses on the soft and vulnerable skin. The trail went from the top of her neck, down to her collar bone where he began to nip at the skin deviously. Another trail went back up to her lips and he mashed his lips to hers with a groan. He wasn't being careful anymore, his move,nets were all instinctual and going for the pleasure of them both. He wanted to see just how hard he could make this girl come. The thought brought him even more pleasure and he moaned again. When she spoke in Russian he could help but tilt his head hack and close his eyes, the air escaping his lungs indicators of how good she made him feel. He responded, in Russian as well. "Don't be scared, I can handle you." He thought it was just so hot that she was speaking Russian. As her nipples brushed against his chest, Vladimir opened his eyes and looked down at them, he nodded, as if in approval. She had beautifully perky breast, had he not been tied, he'd do wonderful things to them. Vladimir could almost feel himself getting closer to his own orgasm, and he knew he could stop yet, he wanted this to last until he morning.

As the shift in her behavior became apparent, Vladimir was nearly panting. His eyes were glossy and he let out loud grunts of pleasure. He truly was ha animal in bed. As her tempo changed, so did his own. He was as rough as he restraints would let him, and as quick, he wa spitting himself deep inside of her, as if he was willing her to succumb to her orgasm. Vladimir realized this wasn't the most intense lay he had in years, hundreds probably. Not even other known vampires that he slept with were not this riveting, they did not make him feel this high on pleasure. It was extravagant. "Aren't you glad you found a man tonight." He grunted out, pushing his body into hers. His eyes quickly sifted to the clock, it was nearly four thirty, he couldn't help but laugh, he knew neither of the, were going to be up and gone before the sunrise, he didn't care. He'd survive, maybe he'd get another stay and another lay if he did.

@ BadStreetBoys
When Calliope felt Vladimir's mouth and teeth at her neck, she drew in a ragged gasp of air and her stomach muscles clenched up involuntarily. She found herself imagining if he was a vampire, and he did bite her, something like that would have thrown her over the edge in that very moment. Instead, before she had time to push him away, his mouth was back on hers and the urge for him to rip her open had gone. It was wrong, very wrong of her to think that, but there was undeniable pleasure in the danger that lay in sleeping with almost a complete stranger. When she heard him reply, his deep raspy voice sounding delectable when he spoke Russian, she felt herself tipping every so closer to the edge. She hissed a curse through her teeth, pushing even harder and faster to reach her orgasm.

He'd changed the way he was moving too and it was stroking her insides in just the right way. In combination with the way his hips rose to meet hers, she was barrelling toward a strong orgasm. When he spoke, she pressed her fingers to his lips, pulling away slightly to shoot him a stern, yet hazy look. "Shut up and let me finish," she barked tightly in Russian. Then, as if to prove a point, her hand found his throat and she applied just a bit of pressure to the sides as slammed her hips down against his. With just a few more rolls of her hips, she was throwing her head back again and letting out a loud moan as she clenched around him tightly and her orgasm rushed over her in waves. She moved a few more listless times before collapsing against his chest, not even caring if he came, as her hand lifted from his throat to clumsily free his hands from their restraints. Her sweat-covered forehead found the crook of his neck as her hands found his sides, her breath coming in sharp, quick breaths. "Fuck," she moaned into his skin, "you're a fucking animal." She felt boneless and tired, like after a good workout; sex, however, would always be far more satisfying in Calliope's book.

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Vladimir noticed her tense all of a sudden, but stashed the thought away, simply equating it to her nearing the orgasm. He felt his own chest tighten as he got closer and closer to his own. openinf his eyes Vladimir took notice of just how closeness she really was, the curse, the expression, the speed. He smirked. This wasn't perfect, was more than perfect. Vladimir felt himself get to the she, just before Calliope reached her own. He let out one last animalistic moan as gen came deep inside her, pressing his body up tight against her, not letting his back relax until he finished his own orgasm. When she spoke again he smirked, sticking his tongue out at her evilly. As soon as her hand touched his throat he was turned on again, slamming his hips up into her, hoping to get another quick orgasm out before she finished her own. A squeak of a moan escaped his lips, he loved it rough, and he didn't admit it to many. But he liked people being rough to him more than he liked being rough to women. But both were a necessity in his love life. He opened his eyes and looked up as she came, taking in the face she made, chuckling quietly, unable to make much noise as the pleasure form his restricted airway. The extra tightness she gave off during the orgasm was enough to throw him over the edge again, one last loud moan before his body collapsed, and she collapsed on top of him.

Vlad closed his eyes, his chest slowly rose, and slowly fell. He was coming down from the highest of highs, and now he just wanted to sleep. When she freed his hands he immediately wrapped one loose arm around her, holding her into his side by habit. "Oh yea?" He asked, chuckling. "And that was with you in control." He commented. Vladimir opened his eyes and looked down at Calliope. "I don't think I can move for a week, that just exhausted me, that was the best fuck I've had in forever." He said and closed his eyes again. He focused on catching his breath of all things. He didn't worry anymore, at least not for the moment. They were both beat from their time together and he knew neither would attempt a thing. If he was honest, he just wanted to go to sleep right now. He didn't particularly need sleep, but man would it be nice to sleep right now. Vladimir was slowly losing his own consciousness in this bed, with this woman, in a presidential suite. It was strange. He was a risk taker, a daredevil, but this was more than a risk. This was flat out stupidly dangerous. But he didn't care. He took on the assumption that she would be fine with him finishing off his night here. She was curled up on his chest anyways.

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Calliope noted that Vladimir had come twice; which she couldn’t remember happening any other time she’d been with a man. Maybe there was something different in Russian water that made them more like machines, but she knew there was something very different about the man in her bed. Just what it was would have to wait for the next day, because she was absolutely exhausted. She swallowed hard in between quick and short pants as her other hand lifted to slip her fingers through his hair, eyes half-lidded and sparkling as she shuddered in the aftershocks of what had been probably one of the most intense orgasms of her life. Again, would she be telling him this? Absolutely not. She chalked it up to the half year spent without having a partner to get off with. She lifted her head slightly to look down at him as he spoke, chocolate brown eyes slipping over what she could see of the man.“Yes, that was with me in a control and I may never let you have it if you keep speaking Russian to me,” she told him in a quiet, hoarse voice. “If you’d spoken to me in your mother language when you’d gotten out of your car, I’d probably have thrown you back into the car and fucked you so hard you'd black out,” she added jokingly. Or maybe not so jokingly now that she knew what Vlad looked like without clothes on.

Her fingertips smoothed over the sides of his neck, making sure that she hadn’t left any marks or bruises on his pale skin. A laugh left her as he spoke next and a genuine smile curled her lips as she looked down on him. He almost made her feel—what was that word—safe? Protected. She quickly banished that train of thought, knowing nothing good could come from forming attachments with anyone. “I don’t think I’d mind you staying in my bed for a week…but I’m liable to break you at some point. You’re lucky I’m exhausted or I’d be up for a second round,” she told him, hands stilling in his hair for a moment before she slipped to lay a bit more snugly against his side and so she wouldn’t be crushing him. She threw a long, slender leg over his hip, head resting on the pillow beside him. “If you decide to leave before I wake up, there’s a keycard on the table in the foyer. Take it and visit me anytime you like,” she murmured, eyes slipping shut as she basked in the fading heat between the two of them. “I expect gifts, too, if you take the key card. Flowers, chocolates, priceless jewelry, but my favorite is anything leather,” she added, punctuating her statement with a short, breathless laugh and a poignant bite to his shoulder. Finding just a bit more energy in her, she lifted herself once more to look down on him. “Night, Vlad,” she whispered, pressing her lips against his softly, but deeply, hand coming to frame his face before she pulled away. She slipped down beside his body once more, nestled her cheek against his arm, and slowly drifted off to sleep.

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@ salander.
Hey I am so sorry to disappear, last week was my graduation, and was super busy! I hope you forgive me
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Vladimir cocked his neck looked at the girl above him, small smirk on his lips, and a twinkling in his eyes. He was glad to know he had fired her out as much as she had tired him out. He wouldn't worry as much about her all of a sudden trying to kill him in his sleep now. His eyes also shifted down between the two, and he licked his lips once more at her body. "Well dear, I wouldn't mind staying in your bed for a week, if you keep putting out like that how can you not keep a man?" He teased, one of his hands gently caressed the small of her back and slid up to gently play with her hair, twirling the tips between his fingers. "I'm always up for round two, but I agree right now all that I'd like is to be asleep with you." He chuckled and nuzzled his face into her neck as she curled up besides him. He put one hand around her, holding Calliope close to his body, his head rested against hers, and his breathing slowed, eyes closed and a small smile on his lips. "I'll take you up on that offer." Paused to listen. "Oh of course, you just wait, I can give you the world my dear!" He exclaimed with another laugh, opening his eyes only for a second to look at her with his big blue eyes. He felt actually happy right now, and that terrified him, so he closed his eyes again. Feeling her lips against his, he returned the deep mess of the kiss. "Goodnight Calliope." He said before drifting away as well.

Vladimir didn't sleep late, more than likely due to the fact he didn't require sleep to live, but still wasn't late for what one would think after a night like he had had with Calliope. When he woke he very carefully slipped from her grasp. Looking down he smiled and shook his head. Grabbing the blankets, Vladimir pulled them up around Calliope, and put a pillow in her arms. He searched the room for some pen and paper, finding it in the kitchen area. He wrote her a note reading Sorry dear, I woke and had to go. I'll return tonight around 11, yes with gifts, maybe I'll see you today however ;). See you later Vladimir signed it in Russian and added another wonky face and heart. Laughing at himself. He placed the note besides her on the bed stand. Once that was done he wandered around the room picking up the articles of clothing which had been strewed about the room. Piece by piece he found it before finally able to get fully dressed.

When Vlad was done he headed to the Foyer, and grabbed the key car, sliding it into his breast pocket. Taking one last look at himself in the mirror, making sure he wasn't a mess, he headed out into the day. He knew he had a hat in the car, which he would need in this sun. It didn't take him long to arrive at the car. He took only backroads and had run so as to avoid any injury to himself, but he knew how to take care of himself after all these years. Once at his car, Vlad topped off his head with a hat, then headed out towards the nearby farmlands. Vlad still remembered his plot from the night before. He wanted to see if his one, maybe more, night stand would investigate an obvious vampire death. He also knew of a farmer who would be out early to tend to his crops, easy target. Vladimir didn't want to harm this guy, and didn't want to come off as a vicious attack, so he was gonna make it quick. He parked his car about a mile away. Vladimir sprinted out to the crops of the farmer, crouching a few rows behind him. He stalked this farmer like a cougar stalked its prey. He waited for the man to turn and that's when he pounced. Even though he was about fifteen feet away, he pounced directly onto the mans back, and dropped him to the ground. I'm one of his large hands he held both mans hands above his head, and sunk his teeth into the flesh of his neck. It took a few minutes to fully drain the guy, he was quite big as well. When it was done, Vlad hoisted him over his shoulder and carried the body to his car. Making his way back into town he waited at the town square, waiting for a moment he could sprint to the center, drop the body, then leave and come back when he heard it was discovered. And he did just that. He dropped it off, and quickly headed back to his own home in the outskirts of the town. And turned on the news, now he had to wait again, just like he waited with his prey. Vladimir was relieved to have eaten. He wouldn't need to worry for a few days now, he was old enough for that, the young ones didn't have that luxury. He also sent them all a message warning of a possible Hunter in the town.

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[That's alright! I've been busy as well. Congrats on graduating!]

Calliope didn’t budge from the spot she’d fallen asleep in for hours, not even when Vlad moved out of her arms and the bed altogether. That was one downside to staying up all night and sometimes for multiple days in a row. When Calliope actually got to sleep, she slept like the dead. It put her in a vulnerable position for sure, but it would be worse for her to not get enough sleep and go on her patrols half-asleep. When she finally woke up, she knew there was a good chance that Vlad was going to be gone and when her arms crushed the pillow in her arms, she knew he’d left. A soft noise left her as she stretched out, feeling sore in all the right places. A grin curled her lips as she slowly sat up, hair going in every which direction. She stretched her arms above her head and yawned, bleary eyes slipping around the room for a moment as she gained her bearings. Even groggy, her eyes took note of the piece of paper on the bedside table and a wide smile curled her lips despite herself.

She reached over quickly and grabbed it, eyes roaming the handwriting slowly, cheeks beginning to hurt she was smiling so much. Get a grip, Calliope, she reprimanded herself, knowing that her time in Russia was directly related to how quickly she exterminated the vampires in the city. Her smile fell slowly as she held the note in hand for a few moments longer before leaning over and placing the note back where it was. Quickly, she got out of bed and headed to the shower. The room was lavish, with a large jacuzzi was off to the side and a glass enclosed shower off to the side. It also had a TV off to one side and Calliope turned it on, figuring she’d keep an eye on the news to be sure she didn’t have anything to attend to.

Just as she was turning off the water, she heard a headline that had her stopping in her tracks. A man had been found in the town square murdered in the late hours of the morning too. Her gaze went to the TV and she was immediately thrown back into the role of role of a hunter. She threw her damp hair into a messy bun and went to her suitcases to throw on her warmest athletic wear.

When she arrived at the town square, her cheeks were flushed slightly from the long jog from her hotel to the place the body had been found. The police had a place blocked off from the public and a tent up around where she assumed the body was. Whether or not she’d get to see the body would be one thing, but she at least knew she could get a chance at hearing what was found and if it was what she thought it would be. She took a few moments to catch her breath, moving in closer to the taped off area and blending in with the rest of the townspeople that had gathered around the site. She merely looked like someone out for a jog, who just so stumbled upon a murder scene. Her hair was still damp and now that she was not moving, she felt the chill to her bones, but she wanted as much intel on what had happened as possible.

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Vladimir headed to his home, it was an older home, but nowhere near as old as him. It sat just inside town borders, and was all black with white trim. Four bedroom, one he certainly didn't need that big. But it helped if a hunter ever had found where he lived. Those that did, well they never lived. He'd killed s handful of hunters who were dumb enough to attack Vlad in his own home. As soon as he entered the door, a small white cat trotted up to him, meowing loudly. Vladimir couldn't help but laugh as he lifted the cat in his arms and carried it into the kitchen. Being immortal was lonely sometimes, so he would get himself feline companions to pass the time. Vlad placed her next to a dish before looking around his cupboards for a can of tuna, he cracked it open and dumped it into the bowl which the cat enjoyed quickly. Vladimir made his way throughout the house, checking that everything was in place, his locks were locked, his security system was in place, and that his house was tidy. When his rounds were done, he went to the living room and watched the news. As they began to cover the body, Vladimir began to smirk, that was quick. He scanned the crowd behind the body as the camera showed the area it had been in, and he spotted Calliope. He knew it was time to head there. Vladimir changed into casual clothing, a teeshirt, dark blue jeans, and a sweatshirt with a Russian Band on the back. He gave the cat a second can of tuna, and a bowl of milk before he grabbed his keys and headed out again. Vladimir knew that he had left the body near a grocery store, and he could play it off as he had gone there. Driving to the town square he parked in the large lot for grocery customers, and went inside. He picked up a few things he actually did need, mainly things for his cat, but a few other food items to stock his house with, and to fix his sinks plumbing issue. When he headed out is when he put on his facade.

Vladimir aced shocked, as he began to walk around the crowd that surrounded the body. The chief of police taking notes on the body, pointing out the two distinct marks that signified a vampire death. When he got over to Calliope he looked down at her. "Go into the store to get some cat food, come out and someone's dead, never a good thing." He commented and grinned at her. "You must of woken up soon after I did. Sorry to disappear my cat gets hangry if I don't feed her." He turned and looked at the dead body, shifting the bags from hand to hand." They're pointing at his neck. Wonder what happened." Vladimir didn't want to do much of the talking. He wanted to leave it up to Calliope to get his read on her. The police had done their small search of the body at the scene of the crime before ordering for it to be taken to the morgue. When that was done the chief ordered someone to call their hunter that had just gotten in. He wanted her to examine the body, and to see if she knew anything, because the body was just left so public.

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Calliope kept her gaze on the cops, slowly circling the taped off area and keeping her eyes on a pool of blood she saw on the cobblestone. She paused for a moment, eyeing the chief of police carefully; knowing him from her brief meeting with city and government officials before she got to walking about this city last night. What if this man died because she let herself get distracted? Guilt twisted in her stomach, knowing that there was a good chance because she’d allowed herself a single moment or normalcy, the man met a gruesome end by vampire. She grit her teeth together hard, hands clenching into fists at her sides as she blocked out the crowd around her, the cold seeping into her bones. All she felt was anger; anger that another innocent person died, anger that someone had died within 24 hours of her being in St. Petersburg, and anger that no matter how hard she tried, she just never would be able to get away from her work. She had to be on 24/7 and 365. Nights like the previous night couldn’t happen again.

She was jarred from her thoughts by a smooth voice at her side. Her anger dissipated immediately and her gaze swung around to meet Vlad’s. Despite herself, she found herself grinning at the mere sight of him before it fell when she realized what he was talking about. “I guess you weren’t kidding about me being careful,” she murmured absently, eyes darting back over to the cops and the murder scene. “I didn’t bet on you being there when I woke up, Vlad. I’m a little less important than a cat, I would assume.Though, having you in bed with me would have been preferable to waking up to this,” she told him, motioning to all the commotion in front of them. She ran a hand over her face, still flushed from the quick run she’d taken to get there. When he mentioned them pointing to his neck, her brow furrowed for a moment, eyes slipping over to him to watch him for a moment. He knew something. He had to. She was beginning to wonder if he knew what she was. “Probably someone hopped up on some new drug,” she explained it away with a simple shrug of her shoulders.

Crossing her arms over her chest, she turned to him, gaze set intently on his. Keeping him in sight, that would be her goal from here until she had undeniable proof that he was or wasn’t a vampire. It would be difficult work to keep him constantly under her thumb while hunting down the other vampires, but she could do it. “I want you to take me to dinner tonight. Someplace nice, preferably Russian, and preferably close to someplace we can dance afterwards,” she told him brusquely. “I’ll be ready at eleven.” Her phone, as if right on cue, started going off in her pocket. “Don’t keep me waiting,” she said, standing on toes and leaning toward his ear and finishing in a whisper, “or I’ll keep you tied up again.” She pulled away, a smirk briefly pulling at the corner of her lips before pulling her phone from her jacket pocket and lifting it to her ear. She stepped away from Vlad quickly, speaking quickly to the coroner's office in Russian as she walked.