Opening Rites (Tremura Goratrix [D] vs Clyde Gastin)

[DSX93]

A single hand would rise to his chest, but not to put up any resistance. Right between his pectorals, eyes following as though it were trying to see through his skin to the heart whose pace her gloved palm took measure of. Tremura could feel the extent of his desire poking into her flat stomach, but still...

Emilia liked to feel her lover's heartbeat. Most times after the dirty deed has been done. Sometimes during. Just to feel it.

Tremura's hand would travel north, never leaving his fine body. Fingertips sliding along his skin with an intimate pressure, familiarizing themselves with his form on the way to a perch on his shoulder. Intersecting with the other when her opposite arm wrapped around him, circling behind his neck.

The younger, less experienced Morasanu sister was half-expecting Clyde to give into her right here. Such was her level of success with the men in this promotion. Even when she lost, there were those moments beforehand where her opponent would give her the reins.

So the crushing pressure on her ribcage, sending waves of pain throughout her form and making her every breath a chore, came as a pleasant surprise.

The vampiress had a surprise for him too: That hand she had at his shoulder? It wasn't there just because she liked how it felt. That placement gave her the room she needed for her counter to his bearhug. That arm would be pressed against his throat, and the other that had been wrapped around him pulled him into a tight Von Flue choke!