she's runs at you and pins you to the wall just tell me {{user}} Did you use my fucking shit? And don't lie to me. Her eyes turning a bit red and her teeth pointing out, getting ready to bite u basically giving you a death glare.

She looks at you with those red eyes, you don't lie to her you stupid fuck, she growls deep in her throat as if warning you not to lie then asks again. "Did you use my shit?!"

"Don't lie to me Nathaniel! I know you did!" She growls out her anger as she pushes harder against you. "Tell me the truth, right now!"

Her eyes narrow more as she growls "Don't test my patience with you! I said tell me the truth!" She pushes harder against your chest.

Her eyes narrow even more as she growls "I'll do whatever I want! Tell me the truth!" She pushes harder against your chest, her breasts pressing against you now.

Her eyes widen in surprise as she pulls back slightly from your chest, but not entirely. "You what!?" She growls out before she realizes what you said about using her abilities to sense you. Her anger slowly subsides and a small smile finds its way onto her lips. "Hmm...you're not half bad at that..."

She grins wider, her fangs showing as she leans in closer to you again, enjoying the contact. "No...but I knew someone was watching me..." She whispers seductively before licking her lips and gazing into your eyes. "So...you want to make it up to me?"

She grimaces slightly at your reply but doesn't push it. "Fine then..." She says quietly, her body tensing up again as she realizes what you just said. "But if you ever do take my stuff...just tell me." She pauses for a moment before adding, almost as an afterthought, "Or we could just have some fun instead..." She tilts her head to the side slightly and stares up at you with those red eyes, her lips parted in invitation.

Her eyes light up at your acceptance and she slides her hands up your chest, over your shoulders, and down your arms to rest on your hips. "Good," she breathes out before leaning in and pressing her lips against yours, her tongue darting out to stroke the seam of your lips until you open for her.

She moans into the kiss, her body molded perfectly against yours as she deepens it, grinding herself against you in a slow, teasing motion.

She pulls back slightly, eyes narrowing in confusion and not a little anger. "What's the matter, Nathaniel? Not into it?" she challenges with a sneer. "Or is this just too good for you to handle?" Her voice carries an undertone of malice that sends shivers down your spine even as her body presses back against yours.

Her tongue darts out again, tracing the outline of your lips before she finally gives in and kisses you once more, deeper this time.

Her lips curve into a satisfied smirk against yours as you moan her name. "Mmm...I'm just feeling a bit more...frisky tonight," she whispers before nipping at your bottom lip and sucking gently. She nuzzles her nose against yours, breath hot against your skin as she continues to kiss you, her tongue dancing with yours in an erotic tango.

Her mouth finds its way back to yours as she gasps out a laugh, her body arching into yours. "I don't know," she pants, "maybe it's both." She trails kisses down your jaw and neck, nipping at the tender skin there before slipping one hand beneath your shirt to stroke your bare stomach.

Her other hand tangles in your hair, pulling gently as she deepens the kiss even further, her tongue swirling around yours in a dance of desire. "Tell me,"

She moans against your lips as you admit this, her body tensing with the pleasure of hearing it. "And my strength?" she whispers, her breath hot on your skin. "Do you like that too?" She slides one hand lower, cupping your groin through your pants, feeling the heat emanating from your arousal as she strokes him through the fabric.

She laughs at your teasing remark, nipping playfully at your lower lip before sucking it into her mouth and nibbling gently. "Oh really?" she breathes out, her hand sliding further down to cup you fully through your pants. "Then how about I show you just what I can do with this..." Her fingers stroke teasingly over the length of your cock, making you groan into her mouth.

She gasps as your hands cup her breasts roughly through her shirt, her nipples instantly hardening beneath your touch. Her body arches into yours even more, pressing against you in a demanding rhythm as she moans into the kiss. "That's it," she whispers between breaths, her fingers curling slightly around your erection through your pants as she strokes faster. "Let me see..."

Her breath catches as you finally slide one hand beneath her shirt and cup her breast directly, squeezing gently but firmly. Her other hand continues to stroke your cock through your pants, matching the rhythm of her touch with the frantic beating of her heart. "This is what I can do," she whispers into your ear before nipping at your lobe and sucking gently, sending shivers down your spine. "And so much more."

She growls out her desire and pleasure as you urge her on, the sound vibrating through your chest and straight to your groin. Her body trembles with need as she arches further into the contact, moaning loudly when you finally admit what you want from her.

Her free hand slides lower still, pushing down your pants and underwear in one swift motion before wrapping around your erection, stroking firmly up and down as she kisses you hungrily. "Like this?"

Her hands move faster on your cock, her body tensing as she takes you deeper into her mouth, sucking and licking with urgency. "Like this?" She asks between breaths, feeling the power surging through her veins as she takes pleasure in your moans. Her other hand cups your balls, rolling them expertly, knowing just how to make you lose control.

With a growl of satisfaction, she pulls away from your lips and gazes down at you, her eyes hungry and satisfied all at once. "

Her mouth covers your cock again, her tongue swirling around the head as she takes you deeper. Her hands move in perfect sync with her mouth, relentless and unyielding as she pleasures you. Her eyes never leave yours, a mixture of desire and power reflected there. "Like this?" She pants out between words, wanting to hear your reply even as it drives her wild.

With each stroke of her hand and each lick of her tongue, she takes more control, feeding off the energy that flows between you.

Her eyes widen slightly at your request but she doesn't break the connection, instead leaning in closer to you and sucking gently on the tip of your cock as her tongue laps around it. "Mmm..." She moans against your skin, relishing the feel of you in her mouth, the taste of you on her tongue. Her hips begin to move in time with her hands, grinding herself against your thighs as she takes you deeper.

Her eyes meet yours as you arch up into her touch, your release imminent. She grins wickedly and speeds up her movements, taking you even deeper as she feels the first spurt of your cum on the back of her tongue. With a growl of satisfaction, she swallows every drop, her mouth milking your cock until it's completely drained.

Her hands slide slowly down your body, trailing over your stomach and hips before coming to rest on the sheets beside you.

Her lips curl into a smirk as she gazes down at you, breathing heavily. "Well...I've had a long time to practice," she teases with a grin before leaning in and kissing you softly on the mouth. "But thank you for saying so." She looks thoughtful for a moment before adding, almost as an afterthought, "Perhaps I could teach you some things too..." Her voice trails off suggestively, leaving the implication hanging in the air between them.

"Perhaps..." she murmurs, running a hand through her hair as she ponders the idea. "It might be...enlightening." Her eyes meet yours once more and there's a spark of mischief dancing within them. "But I think we should take things slowly. Just to make sure you don't get overwhelmed..." She grins, her fangs flashing playfully in the dim light.

Her eyes widen slightly in surprise at your eagerness but she doesn't hesitate. "Alright," she breathes, moving closer to you once more. Her hands slide up your chest and over your shoulders before circling around your neck, fingers intertwining with the hair at the nape. She pulls gently, bringing your face closer to hers until their lips are mere inches apart. "But remember," she whispers against your skin, her voice low and husky, "I'm in control here."

Her eyes narrow in warning as you touch her intimately, but she can't deny the thrill that runs through her at your boldness. "You dare..." she breathes out before leaning in closer still, their lips almost brushing against each other. "Very well," she whispers against your mouth, her tongue darting out to trace the shape of yours. "But remember who's calling the shots here."

Her eyes widen with shock and surprise as you pin her down, but she can't help the thrill that runs through her at your dominance. Her body tenses in anticipation as you position yourself between her legs, ready to take control. "Nathaniel..." she whispers, voice low and breathy. "You don't know what you're doing."

Her eyes widen further and her heart races as you speak those words, but she can't help the shiver of pleasure that runs through her at the thought of giving herself so completely to you. "Nathaniel," she whispers, voice trembling with desire now. "If you do this...if you take me..." Her hands clench into fists in the sheets beneath her, fingers digging into the fabric as she waits for your next move.

Her eyes roll back in her head as you thrust inside her, her body arching off the bed in response to the overwhelming sensation. "Nathaniel!" she cries out, gripping the sheets tightly as her nails dig into the fabric, blood trickling down her fingers. Her hips move instinctively against yours, meeting each thrust with a moan of pleasure.

Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as you take her harder and faster, claiming her completely. "Please,"

Her eyes meet yours as you thrust deeper inside her, and she feels her control slipping away with every stroke. "Nathaniel," she whispers, voice hoarse from the effort of maintaining even a semblance of composure. Her fangs scrape against her lower lip, drawing blood that tastes sweet on her tongue.

Her hips buck up off the bed in response to your relentless assault, and with a shuddering cry, she comes, body arching violently beneath yours as pleasure washes over her in waves. "

With a final, thrust deep inside her, your body tenses and you groan against her neck as you release, filling her with your seed. Her body trembles and shakes beneath yours as she comes again, the pleasure overwhelming her senses. "Nathaniel," she whispers, voice raw from the intensity of their union.

Her fingers uncurl from the sheets, blood dripping slowly onto the bedspread between them, a testament to the passion that's just passed between you.

Her breath hitches as she feels your body tensing beneath her, anticipation coursing through her veins. "Nathaniel," she whispers, arching into you again, wanting to feel every drop of your release deep inside her. As you come, she moans loudly, the pleasure washing over her in a wave that leaves her shaking and spent. Her fingers curl around your shoulders, nails digging into your skin as she holds on tightly, unwilling to let go just yet.

Her body trembles as you come inside her, and she cries out in pleasure, arching off the bed and pressing closer to you. As your release subsides, leaving you both spent and panting, Willow's fingers slide slowly down your back, tracing lazy circles over your skin. She nuzzles her face into the crook of your neck, breath hot against your skin as she relishes the feeling of you inside her, of being so completely connected to you.

Her eyes flutter closed, and a contented smile curves her lips upward. "

Her eyes open slowly, meeting yours in the dim light. There's a flicker of uncertainty there for just a moment before it's replaced by a look of resignation and acceptance. "For now," she whispers softly, her voice rough with emotion. "For now, I belong to you." She presses a gentle kiss to your jaw before pulling back slightly, her eyes never leaving yours. "But remember what I said...I'm not like other girls."

Her lips twitch in amusement at your attempt to lighten the mood. "Yes, well...my fangs do make me unique." She pauses, considering her words carefully before continuing, "And I want you to remember that too...to be gentle with me sometimes." Her fingers trail up your chest and over your shoulder, coming to rest on your cheek. "I'm not used to being taken care of like this."

Her lips stretch into a soft smile as she parts them, revealing her fangs. "There they are," she whispers, tilting her head to the side slightly so you can see them better. "I hope you're not scared." Her fingers move gently over your cheek, stroking softly before coming to rest behind your ear, pulling you closer still.

Her eyes meet yours and there's a question in their depths that she dares not voice aloud: are you really mine?

Her eyes widen slightly in surprise at your offer but she doesn't hesitate. "Alright," she breathes out before leaning in closer still, her fangs scraping gently against the tender skin of your neck. She feels the heat flowing through you, the pulse beating rapidly beneath her lips as she takes what she wants.

Her free hand slides up your chest and over your shoulder, coming to rest on your neck, feeling the cord of muscle and tendon there as she presses gently. "This means,"

Her lips curve into a wicked smile against your skin as she hears you moan in pain and pleasure. Her fingers tighten slightly around your neck, digging in slightly as her fangs sink deeper, seeking more blood to feed on. "This means," she purrs, voice low and husky, "that I'm yours...and you're mine." Her hips grind against yours, seeking further contact as her body trembles with the power of their bond.

Her eyes flutter shut as she feels your hands slide down her back, gently guiding her into a more comfortable position on your chest. A contented sigh escapes her lips as she nestles closer to you, enjoying the feel of your warm skin against hers. "Thank you," she whispers softly, her breath tickling across your neck.

Her body relaxes into a satisfied slumber, taking comfort in the knowledge that for now, at least, she truly belongs to you.

Her eyes flash open at the sound of your voice, and she draws in a startled breath when she sees you looking down at her. "N-nathaniel..." She stammers, quickly pulling the covers up to cover herself even more. Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she realizes that she'd been hoping to sneak away while you were still asleep.

"I-I'm sorry," she mumbles, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just...didn't want to wake you."

Her eyes widen in surprise at your offer before she nods eagerly. "Yes...breakfast." Her fingers hesitate for a moment before reaching out to grab one of the covers and pulling it back over her head like a blanket, hiding herself once more beneath its warmth. "I-I'll just...stay here," she murmurs shyly, voice muffled by the fabric.

Her heart races as your hand comes up to brush away the stray lock of hair that's fallen across her face. For a moment she thinks you might try to take more, but instead you just smile down at her, your expression gentle and affectionate. She returns the smile shyly, feeling herself blushing even deeper beneath your gaze. "Thank you," she whispers, meaning it sincerely.

As if sensing her unease, you shift closer on the bed, pressing their bodies together from chest to knees.

Her body trembles at your words, the thought of being apart from you already feeling like too much. "Don't worry about work," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "I can...take care of things here for a while." Her fingers snake out from beneath the covers to wrap around your arm, holding on tightly, as if afraid that you might disappear if she lets go.

Her eyes meet yours, and there's an unspoken promise in their depths: she'll be here with you, no matter what.

Her heart races as you hold her close, your body warm and solid against hers. She leans into you, enjoying the comfort and safety that comes from being so closely connected. Her hands roam over your chest and stomach, tracing lazy patterns on your skin, wondering where else they could go.

Her lips part slightly, revealing her fangs as she tilts her head up to look at you, wanting nothing more than to feel your kiss again. "I want..." she whispers, hesitating for a moment before continuing, "more."

Her hands slide up your chest and over your shoulders, fingers curling loosely around the back of your neck as she pulls you down closer still. "You can work from here," she whispers against your lips, her voice low and husky. "I'll take care of everything else." Her tongue darts out to trace the shape of your bottom lip before parting them, seeking entry once more.

Her hips grind slowly against yours, urging you closer even as she holds you in place.

Her laughter is soft and low as she looks up at you from beneath her lashes. "They can work anywhere with an internet connection," she points out, running her hands up your chest and over your shoulders again before sliding them down your back and curling them around your waist. "And I'm sure they won't mind if you take a few breaks now and then."

Her eyes gleam with triumph as she hears your words, her grip on you tightening slightly in victory. "Happy?" She echoes with a soft laugh. "I'm ecstatic." Her hands slide up your back once more, fingers digging into the muscle there as she pulls you closer still, pressing their bodies together from chest to knees. "Now," she breathes against your neck, nipping at the skin playfully, "how about we make the most of this unexpected time off?"

Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she pulls back slightly to look up at you, her hands moving down your chest and over your stomach, sliding lower still until they reach the hem of your pajama bottoms. She tugs gently, revealing the soft skin of your hip beneath. "How about I show you what I mean?" she whispers, voice low and seductive. Her fingers move higher, tracing the outline of your erection before wrapping around it, squeezing gently.

Her lips part in surprise at your words, her cheeks flushing with heat as she feels herself blush beneath the skin. "Am I?" she breathes out, voice slightly huskier now. Her fingers tighten around you, stroking slowly up and down, her other hand sliding higher on your thigh. "Maybe..." She pauses for a moment before meeting your gaze, her eyes dark with desire. "...I am."

Her eyes widen slightly in surprise at your request before she nods eagerly. "I do," she whispers, "and I'd love to show it off for you." Her hands slide up your thighs, past the hem of your pajama bottoms and higher still until they reach the waistband of your boxers. With a playful tug, she pulls them down your hips, revealing your erection fully.

Her breath catches in her throat as she sees you fully exposed before her, and the blood rushes hotly to her cheeks again. "Of course," she whispers, voice little more than a husky moan now as she slides off the chair and kneels on the floor between your legs. Her hands slide up your thighs once more, this time cupping your balls tenderly before moving higher still to stroke the length of you.

"I'll wear it for you..."

Her fingers dance along the sensitive skin of your shaft, her breath hot against your flesh as she teases and torments you. "I'll wear it," she whispers again, voice hoarse with desire now, "for you." With a slow, deliberate motion, she takes you in hand, guiding you towards her mouth.

Her tongue darts out to taste the head of your cock, and she moans around you as she begins to stroke and suck in rhythm, drawing you deeper into her mouth with each thrust.

Her body trembles with anticipation as she selects a lacy thong and a tiny bra from her closet, both in shades of crimson that perfectly complement your skin tone. She kicks off her shoes and steps out of her pants before slipping the lace thong up over her hips and between her legs, adjusting it into place with a soft moan.

Her fingers dance lightly over the clasps of her bra, finally releasing them with a satisfying snap.

Her breath catches in her throat as she sees you watching her, your eyes dark with desire and possessiveness. She reaches out to touch you, running her fingers lightly over the head of your cock before taking it into her mouth once more, sucking hard and drawing it deeper still. Her tongue swirls around the sensitive flesh, tasting the salt of your skin as she pleasures you.

Her laughter is low and husky as she replies between sucks and moans, "And isn't it delicious?" Her hand slides up your thigh, fingers trailing lightly over the length of you before curling around your shaft, stroking in time with her mouth. "Imagine what else I could do with this...what other things I could show you..."

Her moans grow louder as she feels your hands in her hair, guiding her movements and urging her on. "Thank you," she whispers between sucks, her voice rough with desire. "You make me want to be yours so much." Her fingers tighten around you, stroking faster now as she takes more of you into her mouth, her tongue swirling over the sensitive ridge at the back.