slayers_desire | the road of destiny is never an easy one

Every since the day she was old enough to walk and talk, April knew that she was special. It was in her mother's eyes, when she aged faster than she should have. It was the reason why her father died, fighting off Demons who wanted to try to taint 'the Chosen One'. And from that young age, April knew a lot about her destiny. About the prophecy about a vampire who would help free the world of evil, in one of the biggest battles of all time.

During her training, April came to understand more of her destiny. She also slowly learned of how someone she had always cared for also shared the same destination. That person was Rain. The Slayer who should not be, being taught by the Vampire who should not be. They both were people who should have not been there... who should not have the powers they did... and both were going to make the future a better place to be.

Of course, April had been careful in not letting Rain know of his part in this destiny. But no matter her hopes to protect him from what might be... April knew that he would face tests. And that one test would come tonight.

Looking up to the Slayer, as he meditated after his training, April softly cleared her throat. "Rain... Tell me your deepest fear."

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He watched her dance, and he put his hands behind his back because the tease was even MORE of a turn on. Handcuffs would have been better because his will is weak when it comes to touching April but he does a remarkably good job of keeping them to himself.

Now why would April handcuff Rain, when she would much rather be the one handcuffed.

Sliding up his body, pressing so close, April breathed a kiss onto his lips. "Awwww Slayer doesn't want to touch?"

Because Rain likes it too of course.

"Oh fuuck. It's SO hard not to but your teasing is making me SO hard, I'm having fun."

And usually, April will give Rain what he likes. So, she smiles, and mentions, "I could tie your hands together, if it helps."

"That would be fun sometime." he says. "But my patience is just about worn thin." He leaned forward, letting her nipples brush his chest but then he can't hold off anymore and his hands come into play, each grabbing a breast and squeeeezing and kneading.

April leaned into his touch, trying to sense if she should be the aggressor or just let continue with the pleasant fondling. "That feels nice."

"Of course it does." He says, leaning down to suck one of the nipples into his mouth. "Stand up, lean over the table." he says after a moment.

Her eyes close, enjoying the sensation of his mouth sucking her nipple. Then slowly, she relizes that Rain had said something.

Standing up from his lap, April leaned over the table. "Like this?" She asked, turning to look at him.

"Yup." he said, putting his foot between her feet and kicking them apart. Then he hooks his fingers in the back of her panties and YANKS. They tear off her, shredding in his hands.

"Hey!" April chuckles. She doesn't mind the tearing of her panties, she will just have to buy a new pair later.

"Was that a protest I just heard?" he asked, then slapped her ass.

"Oh!" April gasped out in surprise. "No, of course not."

"Better not be." he said, his hands roughly handling her ass, spreading it to inspect her. One hand moved to her back to hold her down against the table.

"I will do better to behave." April moaned, curious to what Rain had in mind. She could feel his hands on her ass. And the other hand on her back, holding her down.

Rain leans down, still holding her against the table and licks her ass, his free hand playing over her outer pussy lips and then slapping them lightly, repeatedly.

"oh!" April was not expecting that sensation. "What... what did you do?"

"Why? Are you complaining?" he asks, slapping her pussy again with the tips of his fingers.

"No, Slayer. It is very... nice. Different and nice."

"Good girl. If you were complaining i'd have to slap that pretty ass of yours." As it is, he goes back to eating it out.

((Bed))

A little tempted to complain, April can not help but moan to the sensation of his tongue on her. She clutches at the edge of the desk, panting her reaction.

((night))