The Thrills of Magic and Fangs

Emaria pursed her lips at his answer. Not what she had been expecting. Surprising, but intriguing. She let out a quiet, sultry laugh in return. Her fingers continued their little dance across his skin as she leaned closer and whispered, “Do you really think I’d still be here if I wasn’t? I don’t even know your name, and I’m already wondering how you will feel inside of me.”

She let a smirk play across her face, not afraid to show this vampire what she wanted. Let him see her desires. Let him take full advantage of them.

Justin laughs softly, a slight shiver running down his spine, "No, not really. But maybe you could just be enjoying yourself without wanting anything sexual. It's happened before, but rarely." He flashes another grin.

"My name? I may or may not tell you, depends." He tilts his head side to side slightly, "And, well, you might have to wonder a little longer, princess."

(Pokie)

Emaria arched her eyebrows. "Fair enough," she replied cooly. It had happened to her on a few occasions too. His grin made her heart race, and she cursed herself as she realized he could probably hear – or feel – it too.

She narrowed her eyes at his answer. "Why so secretive about a name?" she murmured, eyeing him as he tilted his head. "Got something to hide, vampire?" His remark about waiting made Emaria huff quietly. She wasn't impatient, per say, but waiting for reprieve from her arousal was a different kind of waiting game.

(Psshh, sorry about the late reply)

Justin smiles and shakes his head slightly, not at anything particular. He looks at her, quiet and pondering for a moment, “Well, I don’t really AP hand out my name like candy. Lots can be done with a name, princess.”

He smirks, and watches her.

(You’re fine! I’ve been so fucking busy while also struggling with motivation recently, so… yep)

At his response, Emaria couldn’t help but scoff. She wasn’t a wicked kind of magic user. Not like he probably thought her to be. If anything, she was just reckless at times. Dangerous occasionally? Yes. But not wicked.

“Maybe we should find somewhere more private to talk,” she suggested, her tone hardly more than a purr.

(I could have sworn I replied to this. . . I’m kinda stuck on this rn- I’ll keep it on my radar best I can, but it may take a while.)

(It's okay! Take all the time you need, I've been trying to get better at rp responses recently, so no pressure here! :))

Justin tilts his head, his blue eyes flashing slightly with mirth, “Maybe.” He looks at he, smiling slightly.

He tilts his head ever so slightly, “It depends on what you want to talk about, princess. Or, if we’re even going to talk.”