[b][i]“I could look at Ren for hours and never tire of the sight…”[/i][/b]

Lyselle’s soft, dulcet tones tinkered down the bond, her inner voice coming to life in Renaissance’s mind. The sentiment sent a shiver down the Vampire’s spine as she revelled in Lyselle’s admiration. To be seen, by her, was like light after dark. She was suddenly struck by the realisation that she wanted to be everything this human needed her to be. Whatever that was, she’d simply be it. She felt the gentle caress of reassurance that all of her own paranoia, her worry that seeing her feed was undesirable, was ready to be discarded. She could set aside that passing feeling of weakness, of insecurity that her very essence and instinct that she couldn’t help, may deter this beautiful Human from staying.

[b]“Where else would I be? Where else would I... want... to be?”[/b] This time, Lyselle’s reassurance came out loud. A voice as soft as morning dew on glass, it crept up Ren’s arms and left goosebumps in its wake. There was something so beautifully grounding about this humans demure demeanour; The way she spoke softly, hesitantly, as if she was never quite sure what words were going to follow one another. The way she let out little sighs between sentiments, carefully feeling them out like wrapped gifts at Christmas. 

Tears rippled in Lyselle’s eyes. There was no trace of sadness in the bond, but it compelled Renaissance nonetheless. She broke their physical silence by placing both hands either side of Lyselle’s dainty face. Cradling her cheeks in each palm, Ren looked on at her bonded human with an almost maternal adoration. To feel so touched by this feeling that it summoned tears was another example of this Huntress’ sweet nature. And it stirred a protective instinct in the vampire that made her want to wrap her up and keep her right behind her rib cage where her heart used to beat. 

[b]“I d-didn’t—”[/b]

The denial was not of the dream. No, Ren knew that she’d entered Lyselle’s subconscious and played there for a while. She didn’t need to confirm nor deny that… This was a denial of something else, something she couldn’t quite vocalise. As if encouraging her to keep talking, Ren gently caressed Lyselle’s cheekbones with her thumbs. Both of them softly brushing either side of her face, in sync, like soothing a newborn.

And then, it shifted again. Like the strike of a match, a flame of adrenaline lit the bond. And as if it were following a winding trail of fuel, the spark ignited and began travelling down the bond in a hot, desperate plea. 

The sting of fangs at her neck.
Wet lips sealing around the wound.
Heat. Breath. Pleasure.
Bodies entwined.
Kisses stained with blood.
A shuddering release shared between them.

An involuntary low, animalistic growl rumbled in Renaissance’s throat. Simultaneously, she heard Lyselle whine at the thought. The bond, by now, was up in flames. They caught the curtains, climbed up to the rooftop and engulfed the Loft in a passionate blaze. The heat that filled them both was enough to relight the fire that had now dulled to smokey ash in the Loft fireplace and Renaissance closed her eyes to submit to it all. She let it wash over her, from head to toe, making her heavy with longing. Her knees felt laden with the responsibility of holding her upright, threatening to give out if she held back much longer. And when Lyselle leant forward, her body also beginning to waiver with the pressures of restraint, that was all the permission Ren needed.

Chin tilted, the Huntress offered her jugular in the most subtle signal. The Ancient, taken by the familiarity of this stance, one that typically ended with blood passing her lips, instead succumbed to a different hunger this time. She craned her neck, leant in, her dark curls falling to frame her face… And pressed her plump, slick lips against Lyselle’s exposed neck. As Ren’s lips connected with the Human’s skin, the bond was ablaze with a ferocious roar. She pressed them harder, deeper into the kiss, inhaling Lyselle’s scent. The smell of her flesh, rosy and floral with residual perfume, flooded the Vampire’s flared nostrils. Another thunderous growl reverberated in the vampire’s throat as she pulled Lyselle’s face closer to her still. Deepening the angle, Ren moved one hand to the back of Lyselle’s head, fingers threading through her feather-soft hair. She pulled her closer again, closing that gap between their bodies. 

At every point, they were touching. Knee to knee, hips to hips, stomach to stomach, chest to chest. So close they became one, curved together like the letter “S.” Ren’s lips gently worked into another kiss on the Huntress’ neck, this time further towards her angular jaw. She enjoyed the differing textures of Lyselle’s skin, thinner and more vulnerable here than her fleshy neck. That tempting scent of blood pulsing just beneath the surface made Ren’s tongue gently slide from between her lips. She placed it against the humans skin, tastebuds erupting with Lyselle’s signature scent and a hint of salt from sweat. Trailing her tongue up, up to the Huntress’ ear lobe, her fangs shot from her gums. The sharp points of her fangs dragged along the skin’s surface, not enough to break through, but enough to leave a trail of pressure in their wake. Suckling gently, slowly on Lyselle’s lobe, Renaissance let out a desperate moan of pleasure.

[i]“You must tell me when it’s time for me to stop,”[/i] she growled, her voice muffled and husked against Lyselle’s skin. Frankly, she wondered if that were even possible. Stopping now, dousing this raging fire that consumed them, seemed like an impossible task. But if they didn’t put an end to this here and now, what did that mean for them? Though they felt far from it, they were strangers to one another. Despite their bodies seeming to know each other already, the touches feeling hauntingly familiar, Ren knew this was fast heading into different territory. As soon as the vampires lips pressed into a kiss right here on Lyselle’s neck, their relationship had shifted once again. She lifted her mouth a breath away from the human’s skin, hovering it just out of reach. Her ragged breaths brushed against Lyselle’s ear, quicker and more desperate than before.
 
[i]“Everything in me wants to know you, Lyselle,”[/i] Renaissance Le Sang whispered, her lips tickling the edges of the Huntress’ outer ear. And then, like she’d asked so many times at the entryway of her victims doors, she hissed… [i]“Let me in…”[/i]