Howling For Blood

Danylah's body jumped at the sensual moan that left Trevor's lips. The mere sound of his voice made her insides melt like butter on a hot piece of toast. She sighed sensually when he hoisted her up. She relaxed once her back was laid on the bed.

She looked up into Trevor's beautiful eyes as her body melted into Trevor's finger tips. Her eyes rolled back and so did her head as his hands smoothly ran over her sides. Once his hands reached her thighs, she couldn't help but shudder. His hands were amazingly warm, and so delicate around her body. She watched as he looked at her lips. She would see him every exhale, seeing that her chest was in the way. She bit her bottom lip, sitting up as she kept her eyes on his. No words had to be exchanged between the two. No words were needed to be heard.
 
The sensual sounds that continued to escape from Danylah's lips were like music to Trevor's ears. Each soft sigh, gasp and moan only pushed him onward. He had to hear more of her beautiful voice, longed to hear her cry out in love and pleasure. Her body responded to each little touch and caress his hands gave to her and he didn't think he would ever get enough.

He locked eyes with Danylah when she sat up, his hands slowed to a crawl on her hips. The look in her caramel eyes told him everything, they had only just begun. He inched closer to her once more and his hands again took to stroking her flawless skin. They glided effortlessly over her delicate curves, from her hips, her back and sides and back down to her legs. Trevor kissed the nape of her neck and collar and his shaggy brown hair brushed tenderly against her skin.
 
Trevor was a tease, Danylah had to finally admit that to herself. She had never met a man that made her feel this way. It wasn't just because she had dreamt of him for ages, but it was because of how he touched her. Her moans, gasps, and sighs were the music and he was the composer.

Danylah's heart beat started to increase once more for the umpteenth time this tonight.

Danylah's softest spot on her body was neck, and her abdomen. Once Trevor started to kiss her neck and collar, a tremor shot through her with the simplest of kisses. She whimpered in pleasure, her hands finding his shoulder blades and dug her nails gently into his back. His shaggy hair tickled her skin, causing her back to arch and trying to bring their skin together once more.
 
Feeling Danylah's nails gently digging into his back made Trevor feel strangely excited. It didn't hurt him at all, in fact... he rather enjoyed her hands being rough with his flesh. The heavy scarring was sadly dulling some of the sensation but he relished it all the same. He pulled his lips from her neck and bore a lustful grin, exposing his four fangs. He was no longer satisfied with this intimate kissing. Her nails had sent jolts up his smile and he needed to explore more of her. With Danylah's back arched out towards him he realized that he had not given her breasts any attention thus far and he felt the time had come.

Not one to go straight for his target, Trevor continued to play with Danylah's body to his heart's desire just a little more. He leaned his head back down to her neck and tenderly nipped at her collar. His hands left her more delicate curves and moved to her stomach, inching higher with each loving nip and kiss he placed against her neck. Trevor's breathing was getting heavier to the point he was practically panting, his warm breaths rapidly beating against her soft skin as his lips traveled lower down her body.

With his hands over her ribs he eased her down onto her back once more. Trevor let out a sigh of relief mere moments before his lips rolled soft kisses over the arch of Danylah's right breast. Trevor's hands split up at this point, his left hand glided under her back while his right cupped itself over her still unattended left breast. His fingers curled ever so slightly, getting a loose grip of her flesh and he used his wrist to stimulate her. His mouth however went straight to the point and he wrapped his lips around her sensitive nipple, his tongue beginning to roll slowly against her soft flesh.
 
Danylah noticed the gleam in his lustfully loving eyes, and how the lustful grin just scream mischief. Whatever he was going to do she would love, there was no doubt about that. He didn't do it just yet, and she was getting impatient now. She was used to being the teaser, not the 'teasee'. Her nails dug into his skin a bit further, signaling that she couldn't take it anymore. Heat crept up her calves slowly, just like the intimate actions that they were sharing at the moment. She had never felt so hot emotionally and physically, ever in her short life.

As his deep pants hit her skin, she felt goosebumps start to rise one by one, like a domino effect. She couldn't fight it when her back arched with every breath she took herself, biting her bottom lip to fight from telling him to hurry. They had all the time in the world, as least that's what it seemed like. When it was them like this, there was no telling how long it would last, and it seemed that neither of them cared. If it took them minutes, hours, half of the night. Trevor's hands beckoned her to lay back down, and she couldn't fight any of his commands. However once he started to kiss her sensitive breast, her back jumped off the duvet once more. His fingers took over her left breast, tickling her soft mountain peaks cause her to sigh heavily, focusing on not losing control so early in this little game they had together.

As she focused on being focused...she lost it. As soon as his tongue began rolling against her warm skin, a moan escaped her lips but she caught it at the last second. Cutting it off quickly as her nails dug deeper into his blades.
 
A smile of content formed on Trevor's face once the sound of Danylah's moan rang into his ears despite her nails digging harder into his shoulders. She didn't seem to want to reveal just how much she wanted this. That made two of them but since she slipped he thought it only fair to offer her a reprieve. Besides, the erotic sound she had made had only excited him further. Rather than let something slip he decided he would take another step with Danylah to show her he was just as hungry for her and she was for him.

Trevor mounted her properly, his waist now intimately close to hers and he used this new position to lean down onto her breasts more fully. With his hips where they were, a soft sensation made him release a moan of his own. The vibrations rippled down his tongue and were translated into the swirls he made while stimulating her nipple.
 
"You've got to stop teasing me," Danylah gasped after his moan vibrated against her nipple, causing waves of hotness hurl into her body from the roots of her head, to the tip of her toes. The hotness between the two was unbearable, but infinitely intoxicating. Danylah's feelings for Trevor never seemed real until tonight, being able to touch him...hold him...kiss him and simply see him in her presence. She never thought this day would come.

She was getting fidgety, her hips grinding against his as she clung to his shoulder blades, biting her bottom lip, as the back of her head dug into the duvet. "Trevor," she sighed his name, deciding that she shouldn't hold back anymore.

((OOC: Sorry it seems so short. :/))
 
((OOC: Don't worry about it. Shorter posts happen sometimes ^^ it's fine.))

Trevor felt wave after wave of cold shivers running down his spine despite the warmth his body received from brushing up against Danylah's. That was only true on the outside of his body however. Inside the pit of his stomach felt as through it had frozen over, his lungs stung as though he was breathing in frosty winter air. Only his heart was still warm, beating fiercely and seemingly driving off the cold thanks to his feelings for Danylah. Her pleading had gotten to him and he thought they had spent enough time being sweet about it. By now the two of them wanted the same thing and Danylah's inability to hold back pushed him over the edge. Besides, perhaps it was just what he needed to get the ice out of his veins.

With some careful positioning of his hips Trevor began to push down and forward, giving both of them the first taste of physical intimacy their bodies had been begging for. With the head of his member inside Danylah and the satisfying heat of her body beginning to envelop him Trevor could no longer hold back. His head raised up and away from her body and a drawn out moan rumbled out of his very core. "Danylah... I-" his words were cut short when a second moan forced its way out.
 
It was as if not only were their bodies connected at this point in time, but so were their emotions. Danylah felt constant hurls of hot waves, feeling a thin sheet of sweat cover the back of her neck, never feeling this warm ever before. Which was odd because unbeknownst to them, the temperature was dropping rapidly in the room. As if an imaginary elemental circle was slowly being completed. Her heart was the ice, trying to lower her temperature and failing. The only thing keeping her going and alive was Trevor, and that was all she needed. They always say vampires were lost souls...or soulless creatures.

If they were...werewolves must be soul-searchers because Trevor certainly found Danylah's tonight. And it was just the beginning. She gasped in excitement, feeling the tip of his member slowly creep its way inside of her. As he moaned the first time, it set her body on edge. Causing her lips to shake, including her hands as she felt his body quiver in ecstasy. His second moan caught her off guard, catching her emotions which she then joined him as well, moaning along with him nice and slow. It was a quiet one, but showed just how much she was enjoying this. She needed more, this just wasn't as satisfying. If anything, he was teasing her even more.
 
He wasn't sure why he was freezing up on the inside but the warmth of Danylah's body underneath his only drove Trevor to be as close to her as he possibly could. He felt like if he moved away from Danylah now he would freeze to death in moments. He needed her, her love seemed to be the only thing keeping his heart going strong. His body felt so cold he completely failed to notice the drop in temperature around them. Were his eyes not transfixed on Danylah's lovely face he would have noticed the way his breath huffed out in an icy mist. Trevor's muscles fought off the frigid feelings and urged his waist to move so that her body's embrace could sooth him.

After the first slow, deliberate push to get himself inside of her Trevor pulled half of himself out only to slide back in as deep as possible. He remained focused on this - only this. The way their bodies moved together so perfectly, the look in Danylah's eyes and the sounds of love and pleasure that both of them were making. He still couldn't see anything happening around the two of them. The way frost was slowly creeping over any exposed hardwood surface, or the edges of any of the fabric in the room becoming singed. Not even the way his breath continued to pour out against Danylah's skin, coating her in a light layer of mist then quickly evaporated away before more could begin to coat her. An eternal dance.
 
Trevor was freezing, while Danylah was burning. She surely felt as if she was going to burn up to a crisp, if she didn't keep close to Trevor's body. Her body felt one with only Trevor, as if she was a tree...and the roots keeping her planted to this very cruel Earth was Trevor. He was the roots, he was the ground she balanced to keep living. She never her life was like this, until now. She was only on this very Earth, at this very moment only to please Trevor. Be with Trevor. She needed him.

As Trevor grinded his hips slowly into Danylah's, things around them were slowly being destroyed only to end up beautiful. Ice started to cover the windows. The temperature lowering, the edges of the headboard singing ever so slowly, just like their love making. The curtains were moving with the soft wind in the room, flowers blooming in vase on her dresser. Blooming so much, vines started to appear, curling its way around her dresser, hugging the mirror.
 
Heat... Danylah, I need more of your heat. This thought remained at the back of Trevor's consciousness. His desires may have been to be with her, to pleasure her; but the need for her warmth was strong and gave his frigid muscles the strength to go on.

After continuing with their slow, loving pace for a while longer Trevor's hips began to pick up some speed. The primal wolf inside him was begging to be set free and to ravish Danylah's body to his heart's content. The man in him remained in control but he was not unaffected by the wolves influence. His eyes changed from a fiery amber to a blood red, his pupils slightly forming into slits. All the while the room around them responded to this change in him.

Danylah's bedchamber erupted with activity, the elements no longer revealed themselves with a sweet subtlety as their love making had been before. The windowed nearly cracked and broke apart, having been completely coated in ice almost instantly. The flora of what was once her dresser grew rapidly, stretching out across the wall it had been standing against.
 
Danylah moaned softly, feeling as he started to gain speed his loving thrusts. Her hot flesh meshing with his ice cold skin. She felt that no matter how close she was to him, it wasn't enough. As if an extremely thin line of something cruel was between them. Not letting them fully feel the pleasure that they wanted to. Danylah held him close, feeling sweat trickle down the back of her neck. She noticed his irises turning blood red, seeing that the wolf within him was surely dominating both himself and her.

The elements were on an all new higher level, moving faster against the walls, against the curtains and all. The hems of the curtains were slowly singing, ice piercing through the window, cracking it. The vines hugging through the cracks of her doorway to her walk-in closet. Flowers blooming as if it was the first morning of spring and they came out to say hello. And they were both oblivious to everything...
 
....

A feeling of calmness flowed through Trevor, his muscles felt well rested for the first time in many nights. He almost began to wonder how long he had slept when he felt something soft and with a distinct weight laying on his chest. Trevor struggled to open his eyes, the wolf's vigor seemed to have been exhausted by the events of last night for his eyes had returned to normal. Danylah was laying alongside him, her head resting on his chest with her hair long and curtain like lay spread out on her back and along the side of the two. Her arm was also partially around him, resting a hand on the far side of his chest, next to her cheek. A slight smile spread across Trevor's face at her beautiful sight and he began to lean back down for a little more rest when something else caught his attention.

It was only then that Trevor noticed any of the changes that had occurred in Danylah's room. He was barely able to recognize where he was and probably wouldn't have been able to if the dimensions and positioning of everything around him were not the same. His eyes shot open in his wonderment and confusion, "Danylah..." he whispered to her, not wanting to jolt her awake but sure that she had to see this. "Danylah, wake up." he continued to urge her, shaking her by the shoulder very gently. "Are you seeing what I'm seeing?"
 
Danylah was fast asleep, dreaming of Trevor--which was no surprise to her at all. She was then stirred awake, from Trevor. As she woke up slowly, she rubbed her eyes and looked up to see Trevor looking a bit worried. She raked her hair back, looking the same way he was. She then noticed the room and gasped, her eyes opening wide at the sight. "What the hell is all of this?" she asked, her eyebrows scrunched in confusion as to what she was looking at. She grabbed the sheets on instinct, wrapping them on her bare chest and started to shiver. Trevor's body was extremely cold. She wanted to cuddle closer to him, so she did. "Oh, you're so cold," she murmured to him as she placed a hand on his cheek, feeling how cold he was.

"How did this...where...why?" Danylah didn't know where or how to start asking questions, neither did she know who to ask. It wasn't like Trevor knew what was going on either, so she only kept close to him as shivers swam through her body. She looked all around, and groaned when she noticed her curtains. "They were new!" she complained with a frown on her lips. She looked behind her to see all of the flowers blooming beautifully. "Trevor, did we do this?" she asked him quietly as she looked around some more. She wanted to search around some more, but was afraid to even set a foot onto the floor, so she stayed close to Trevor.
 
Trevor had not even realized that he was still so cold. He looked down at himself and noticed that he did not have goosebumps. Was he really so cold? Without stopping to think that his body had adjusted to the temperature he wondered if it was Danylah instead who was simply burning up. Trevor draped his arm over Danylah's shoulders when she moved close to cuddle with him, his eyes however still transfixed on the changes around him. It was strangely beautiful, the way nature had sprung up in all it's various forms. How it all coexisted at once, even that it happened overnight was a mystery to him. Her question snapped him out of his sense of focus.

"I wouldn't even know where to begin to try and explain how this happened, Danylah." he answered her, finally breaking away from the disbelief. He looked at her, seeing the same things he felt in her eyes along with something else: irritation. He could understand, this was her place, these were her things that had somehow been destroyed. "If this was somehow caused by us I don't have the slightest idea how." he leaned into Danylah more, enjoying the warmth her body offered him. "I don't think it's me who is cold, Danylah. Your skin feels like you are burning up. Are you feeling alright?"
 
Danylah had her hands on top of his torso, once he enveloped her into his arms she wrapped her arms around his waist as she looked at the scene before them. She noticed how the flowers' waxy petals were covered in a soft sheen of ice. Like the ice was preserving the beauty of them. The singing of the curtains did make them look fashionable, even though Danylah did not want to admit that even to herself. Vines hugged anything that came within its reach, clutching to life. Danylah's facial expression softened as she looked at the beauty of everything. "Actually...if you look at it...it looks...beautiful," she whispered quietly as a faint smile grew on her lips. "Wait...last night when we--" she trailed off, a blush popping onto her cheeks.

"When we...you know...do you remember any of this happening? What if it was us?" she asked him quietly. She then shivered as he leaned into her, "I'm fine. I'm just really cold." She let her hands lay on top of his, her temple leaning down onto his shoulder lightly as she looked at the disastrous beauty they possibly made. "With one night we made this," Danylah blushed at the thought. "This is obviously...not normal," Danylah murmured softly as she covered her body more with the covers.
 
Trevor nodded at Danylah's statements. She was right, when he stopped to think about it her room did look very beautiful. The power of nature on display just for them, untamed and vibrant. The concern in her voice at her own uncertainty piqued his interests. How had she gotten to the conclusion that their mating together had caused this?

"No," he answer Danylah quietly, as if he did not wish to disturb the tranquility of the room. "I don't remember any of these things last night. There was only you and I... I do remember feeling very cold though. As if ice itself ran through my veins." He glanced out of the corner of his eyes at her, she seemed unwilling to move from her spot on the bed but he wished to get a better look. Trevor then sat upright, letting Danylah wrap herself in the covers so he could examine the changes more closely, his curiosity getting the better of him. He found it strange he did not feel cold like Danylah did, despite him being the one left bare.

His feet lowered down to meet the rug and his skin was welcomed by what felt like moss. A soft gust blew over his chest and stirred his hair. The ice coating the window had cracked it and it was letting in air. The breeze introduced a crisp and fresh new scent to the room which otherwise was filled with that of the plants that sprawled about in every direction. He walked over to window slowly, each step creating a soft crunching sound as the plant matter gave way to his body weight. With outstretched fingers, Trevor caressed the ice and his eyes flew open once again, identical in every way to the expression he had on his face when he first woke Danylah up. "I don't believe it... Danylah, the ice. I - I don't feel it. I mean, I do but it's not the least bit cold! It's like I am touching nothing more than crystal." He pulled his hand away, clearly shaken by his discovery.
 
"You felt ice? I felt the complete opposite, I was extremely hot," she murmured to her quietly. Danylah watched in a mixture of awe and fear as Trevor got up, the bed sheets slowly releasing from his body as he stood straight. Danylah still shivered, needing heat. It seemed no matter how much the covers wrapped around her, she was still feeling a draft. She watched in silence as the moss underneath his feet quietly crumbled.

Danylah jumped at his voice, entranced at the whole scene in front of her his voice scared her. "Really?" she asked him quietly with her eyebrows quirked in concern. She finally got the courage to got up. She looked in her nightstand, tugging on the knob. It was stuck because of the various vines and flowers hugging the nightstand.

Finally, she got it open only to have the vines fall onto the floor and grow even more flowers. Danylah grabbed a t-shirt, and placed it on her curvy frame. She got up from the bed and tip-toed over to Trevor's spot, letting her hand press against the ice. "Oh!" she jumped. "I felt a little ice burn there," she snatched her hand back, looking at it to see a soft blister forming on the tips of her fingers.
 
Trevor scowled at the sight of Danylah's hand harmed by the ice. He felt a little guilty, though he was much more confused. How was it that he could touch this ice without feeling the sting of the cold and yet Danylah was bitten straight away? "I don't get it..." Trevor spoke softly and mostly to himself, placing his hand flat over the sheet of ice once again. Still he felt nothing, no noticeable temperature drop. It was hard for him to wrap his head around any of this.

Pulling his hand away from the window and curling it into a fist, Trevor suppressed a snarl. He didn't want to let Danylah know how much this troubled him, at least not right now. He had two other things he wanted to take care of first. Get something to eat and retrieve his clothes from Danylah's washing machine. "While we figure this out I think it would be best if I go get my clothes." he stating rather bluntly, trying to brush off the realization he had been without any sort of covering since waking up.
 
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