It wasn't so much enjoyment she received from their union, but the smallest kindling of hope among his savagery as her body was further exposed. Her breasts spilled free from the ruffled satin top, as pale as moonlight and as delicate in nature as the petals of a white rose. Her beauty had been unmarred for ages, despite attacks and hostile takeovers, because the blood was not only a curse; it was a gift. Kindred wouldn't age or wear the blemishes of man, as vanity was as high upon their list of priorities as carnal hedonism was. The only difference between the Camarilla and the Sabbat was how they chose to conduct their affairs, and while the Sabbat was well known for their violence and destruction, the Camarilla worked as a court system with rules etched into the very foundation of their hierarchy.
Her Prince was a Princess, her clan was led by a Primogen who sat on the council of 12, and Kitja was the Scourge of New Cappadocia. Her title was her warrant, her right to pass judgement, and her absolving of sins against the Masquerade. Kitja Zykov sat on the left of the Princess, with the right seat taken by the Seneschal - and she knew no equal, even among those of higher prestige and pedigree. To say the marine had found someone of importance was an understatement; he had taken the law and order out of the Camarillian court for the time being, and there was no telling what chaos might erupt in her absence. Yet, when she was so delicately splayed for him to see, with her body in full view of his hunger, Kitja was reminiscent of a rare delicacy rather than the predator she typically embodied.
Oh, how the tables seemed to have turned as she was pulled closer to the soldier's bare chest, her ass cheeks plump and spread over the base of his cock. Her voice was a ragged howl, breaking loose as her lips parted and her head reared back even with his massive hand still keeping her windpipe crushed in a choke hold. She might have swayed against him as her arms searched behind her to attempt pushing him back, but the angle wasn't right to do so, and her inability to breath was hint enough that she shouldn't test her luck. When his cock pulsed within the smothering of her battered muscles, they swelled and constricted accordingly, making meager attempts to push him back out while he seated her between his groin and the counter.
Blood continued to leak in trickling streams, following the curvature of her injured sex, down to where he ensured her thighs remained spread because his were in the way. Like a doll, she was being used, and each harmful pump of his cock hammered through the knot of her inner workings to place claim on the woman. Kitja felt it all, from the breath hot against her throat as he taunted her, to the globs of precum he leaked as his body edged close to inevitable climax. Her senses were overwhelmed, and though her emotional state stayed on a level sense of disapproval, her physical presence seemed swarmed with each and every new sensation. Some of it was painful, but other parts were less so. It wasn't so much intimate as it was animalistic, and beneath the poise and etiquette of court living, the Kindred were wolves among sheep.
The aura would flare once more in silent praise, even while her cheekbones became stained with vitae tears, and her lips quivered despite no noise ushering forth. Silent pleas unheard.
Her Prince was a Princess, her clan was led by a Primogen who sat on the council of 12, and Kitja was the Scourge of New Cappadocia. Her title was her warrant, her right to pass judgement, and her absolving of sins against the Masquerade. Kitja Zykov sat on the left of the Princess, with the right seat taken by the Seneschal - and she knew no equal, even among those of higher prestige and pedigree. To say the marine had found someone of importance was an understatement; he had taken the law and order out of the Camarillian court for the time being, and there was no telling what chaos might erupt in her absence. Yet, when she was so delicately splayed for him to see, with her body in full view of his hunger, Kitja was reminiscent of a rare delicacy rather than the predator she typically embodied.
Oh, how the tables seemed to have turned as she was pulled closer to the soldier's bare chest, her ass cheeks plump and spread over the base of his cock. Her voice was a ragged howl, breaking loose as her lips parted and her head reared back even with his massive hand still keeping her windpipe crushed in a choke hold. She might have swayed against him as her arms searched behind her to attempt pushing him back, but the angle wasn't right to do so, and her inability to breath was hint enough that she shouldn't test her luck. When his cock pulsed within the smothering of her battered muscles, they swelled and constricted accordingly, making meager attempts to push him back out while he seated her between his groin and the counter.
Blood continued to leak in trickling streams, following the curvature of her injured sex, down to where he ensured her thighs remained spread because his were in the way. Like a doll, she was being used, and each harmful pump of his cock hammered through the knot of her inner workings to place claim on the woman. Kitja felt it all, from the breath hot against her throat as he taunted her, to the globs of precum he leaked as his body edged close to inevitable climax. Her senses were overwhelmed, and though her emotional state stayed on a level sense of disapproval, her physical presence seemed swarmed with each and every new sensation. Some of it was painful, but other parts were less so. It wasn't so much intimate as it was animalistic, and beneath the poise and etiquette of court living, the Kindred were wolves among sheep.
The aura would flare once more in silent praise, even while her cheekbones became stained with vitae tears, and her lips quivered despite no noise ushering forth. Silent pleas unheard.
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