“Valeria, perhaps...” —in a sudden moment, his words are cut short as they begin to kiss under the moonlight.
The touch of her lips were succulent, there was volume and tenderness to her that wasn’t immediate, yet now felt nothing short of breathtaking. The control Erebus would normally hold over another was insignificant to the powers of a fully realized Vampyress upon himself.
Blindsided by his earthly lust, Erebus drops his items to the floor. The kiss enough to make his hands wrap around her hourglass curves and grip her from the lower back of her dress. No need to pull her in however, as she adjusts herself comfortably within his chest, placing their bodies closer.
It was quite obvious that the sex appeal sent Ere’s way broke his senses to much else. She probably knew she had him in her hand too, the moment he didn’t stab and yet, here he was. Unable to resist the same woman spread on top of him in Baska, it wasn’t enough to dominate there though— as she clearly had other plans tonight. No— he wanted her to dominate him back, and clearly... It was more than just a mental interest, the expression they both felt was chemical. Magnetic. Perhaps it was a random fling, but the nightmare wouldn’t pass her up.
Valeria took to moving first and for some reason this pleased Erebus, who was still locked up against his chest, his hand was touched by hers as she moved it to the front between her legs and gently slid it up under the hem of her red dress. She was so much softer than him, and the adrenaline she was pushing through him was visible in his eyes. Her physical strength demanded he do whatever she want, naturally speaking, she was stronger in herself than he was, even if not by much he still couldn’t pull his away— her actions were all encompassing, they were absolute so he let her guide his actions.
So when she lifted her dress and exposed herself, his eyes didn’t have to look down even though they likely did glance at the hot scene, his fingers would run up her leg middle and index against her flesh, they came to her panty-line and Erebus would pull on it slightly. Sending her the message that he craved her— nothing else seemed to matter now.
Erebus was no weak man, he was one of his own actions and accord. Valeria would have to fight for her dominion— as Erebus would soon be wrecking the walls that kept him out, lest he win before all was over; Val played a dangerous game. A game they both seemed to be enjoying. His game was almost unfair though, against her inner thigh alone was plenty— but when bit him and unveiled the pleasure of being prey. He could have melted.
Erebus keeps his eyes closed, not exactly quick to stop her. After all, his defenses had dropped, and when she took her sip from his lower lip— drinking his gold blood, Erebus thirsted her as she did him all the same, perhaps there was a delay or a lack of words there to express their interests in one another— their attractions that were black and deprived of intimacy. They were both monsters of their own right, frankly Ere did not care how or why; but he wanted to break her, starting with her back.
Capturing his lips in her own again, Erebus pushes her lips open and dances his tongue against her own, gripping her rough enough for her to feel his otherworldly strength. He felt her tongue lick against his own, two sharpened canines pierced and opened his flesh pulling back pools of it that she assumably swallowed and fed upon as he was blessed with the pleasures that came from being a blood source. It was something like snake bites with the way two holes were left there, but he was far from caring in this moment and it wasn’t as if he particularly cared.
Something unique about the man, perhaps because his blood was modified by a War Gods. A fine golden ichor began to slide and drip down their cheeks, and Valeria’s own chin as she made out with him under the broken glass windowpane, it was pure euphoria for the human— overwhelming sexual energy that takes over...
Erebus would later recount it being the most exhilarating outburst of emotions he’d ever experienced. He was a slave to her wishes that night, and she was a dark queen.
Masochistic by nature, waves upon waves of vibrations pounded against his being, or maybe that was just his heart trying to escape his chest, begging him to be just a mere man before her grace— even if for just a bit longer. Whatever the case was, Erebus could definitely feel every beat in his heart picked up before her, there was this other feeling coming to the surface as well— blood pumping.
Like the ichor Valeria sucked out of him, so too did the dopamine and seratonin flow in like blood; the world dropped on him with a cerebral uneasiness to his person. He found his fingers at her panty-line, through to the inside and pushing and before he realized it, he was curling his own toes. The demand for her and his hold against her (or hers against him rather) was  — all consuming. The feeling a Vampire left on a human was considered to be a forbidden pleasure. This was his first experience with such things and it made his desires overspill our of his body.
Drunk with the ecstasy Valeria was sharing with him— it dons on him like an epiphany. This must be why she drank from other vampires, killing was even more fun when you could enjoy this drug-like affect after everything. The sweet dish of vengeance, was nothing to the forbidden fruit of a vampire.
Valeria’s embrace is something otherworldly to Erebus and he breaks from her finally to breathe— his air was taken from his lung, he breathed quickened, and her fingers that played and gripped his hair nudged him downward to the floor— clear slits in her iris like that of a snake would warn him of the game she played, as to take her meant that she was truly dominating him. But her powers of seduction, being so great. Were obeying terms— even for one as resistant to a woman’s charm as Erebus, Val had him hung.
Falling to one knee he looks away trying to avoid it, he would plant soft, golden kissed on her thigh that left the color stained to her like makeup or paint— running a line of it down to her own knees. They were going to be messy if it continued...
Perhaps the last thing, he would ever remember if she didn’t choose to steal his life tonight. “Give yourself to me—.” He finally said, unwilling to beg but perhaps— you could call it a plead. His words were silk, his voice wasn’t overtly deep. Erebus had hunger in his eyes too, she couldn’t suck on him that way without an even trade. His hand continued to mash under the hem of her dress— to force her own instincts to play.
If she deemed herself worthy. She could push him right where she wanted him to go, however... Doing so would cause the scene to darken, and the last thing one would ever be able to remember was Valeria guiding Erebus against her pale immortal form...