Luthien returns

ooc: Thats okay. Hope your vacation was awesome! C:

Luthiens orbs had their own tinge of red around the outer edges, she could only shake her head at the 'all bed' comment, choosing for the moment to let it slide. It just seemed so simple to make the choice, though normally she would probably go into some kind of high strung history lesson. But this was no time for lessons, this was no time to get carried away with something so dull. She remembered where she had left off upon hearing Isaiah moan, it was an fascinating sound. "Thinking on your feet, I like that," she mused with a smirk almost styled after the smirk Isaiah had been giving her most of the night.

She shuddered happily as he drew trails in her fur, understanding the feeling he must've felt when she did it to him. "Mmm," she started, her claws raking through the fur on his back, "I still think I'm going to win this game." He would undoubtedly feel her chest moving with every intake of air she took, with the little room she had to move in.

His tail, which had been propping him up while he cradled his weight on his hind legs, now snaked its way around his feet, then hers, wrapping around both pairs of ankles the way an anaconda might trap its prey. Without the thick tail to steady him, Isaiah leaned in even closer to his 'captive' with the single forepaw against the wall being his only means of support. His dark irises had nearly been swallowed by his pupils as they struggled to take in every source of light in the dimly lit room, which gave the male an almost malign guise. "I wouldn't bet on that." His muzzle hovered just above her jaw, his hot breath fluttering the fine hairs that lined the base of her ear.

As he spoke, the paw that had been trailing down her flank slowed as he reached her thigh, his talons extending gently against her skin. Tentatively, he ventured further around the front of her leg, coming to rest against the warm flesh of her inner thigh. All the while, Isaiah's leer did not falter once as he studied her expression for any sort of response to his suggestive positioning.

Luthien inhaled the sweet scent of his breath as it poured out with words in such a tone that it made her melt. Being in such close proximity to a thicker pelt of fur had increased her own temperature, which made her velvet fur glisten with small beads of sweat. His tail binding her ankles together like they did made it even tougher for her to maintain a balance that she could use to get the upper hand. But she didn't feel being pinned against the wall was a bad place to be. It was the closeness she craved, the new scent of the alpha all around her. She could stay here and enjoy it for the time being.

She could feel his claws trail around her legs then, and she couldn't help but let a soft purring moan escape her lips. The starry cat's gaze met Isaiah's almost evil stare with suggestively playful eyes, her tongue slowly running over her chops. "Mmm protect me oh powerful alpha Isaiah," she groaned with lustful intent, "promise, and you can win the game however you want," she smiled widely hoping he would take her up on her invitation with little question. Her knees pushed apart, gauging his reaction to her own suggestive positioning.

His eyes narrowed and he tossed his bangs from his face, his lips splitting to reveal his glistening fangs. "Cross my heart," he purred, his tone low, almost raspy. Pressing his muzzle against the silky fur of her neck, he parted his jaws and pressed his canines against her soft skin, giving in to his carnal instincts to dominate the female. He inhaled her sweet, feminine scent, filling his lungs with the aroma as he released her neck and offered a kiss in place of the dimples he left. The paw on her leg slowly, tantalizingly crept further up, the idle pace set to tease her.

Upon reaching the warm center between her legs, Isaiah haulted completely, glancing to Luthien. "You're sure, hun'?" He asked, his tone soft and low. He prayed she'd give the okay, but he knew after all the toxins the two had consumed, there was no telling how shot their morals were. Not that he cared about his own, of course, but he didn't want to wake up tomorrow to a very angry luthien screaming that he had taken advantage of her.

Her eyes shut tightly, her jawline leaning against Isaiah's skull as she felt the wonderful pain in her neck. It made the purring in her chest louder in the form of a longing groan. It softened when he released her, feeling the rest of his attention wander about her frame. Luthien's claws stuck against his shoulders, pulling herself into his hot body. "Good," she murmured in his ear, her tail trailing along the wall around her.

"Aah," her maw parted in pleasant surprise, her hot alcohol flavored breath pouring on Isaiah's neck. It was exactly what she wanted, all her thoughts were busy with so many things. The alcohol, the drugs, the unfamiliar setting, and him all kept her mind busy, so making decisions were all to easy. It seemed to much to ask her if she was sure. By this point the time for words was over, there was no time to think about things, there was only time to take action.

Luthiens expression softened, her claws retracting. She trailed a paw down the males foreleg to the warm place his own paw rested. The starry feline was sure to let him know her answer was a clear yes, she wanted him, of that she was certain.