Smut.... Sort of.

[21:14:14] A hand trails over Hendrix's shoulder as she smiles and walks past him, already heading towards the manor, every step of the Vondfold ensuring to bring along a sway of her hips, a single hand resting on them as the other one followed her movements. Her attitude had not seemingly changed much from their last conversation.

Once they were inside, she'd merely sit on the table, legs crossed and leaning back ever so slightly, her eyes locked on the young Este as she took a deep breath.

"Before anything..." She muttered, looking at the door for a brief moment, then back at Hendrix.

"What did Nef and that other girl want? If I may ask." The things she had heard as they walked out of the manor were rather intriguing, to say the least.

"And why were you frowning? Did you need to talk about something as well?"
(Viola Vondfold)
[21:28:44] It never seemed to end...

A mind cleared, grounds treaded on that he could no longer step back from. Viola's steps, every movement still as captivating as before; no longer slave to desire in a sense that would have him clouded, his mind free of a haze.

Of course, this only meant that he wasn't forced to stare. Now doing so for enjoyment, his own personal enjoyment gained from it, and while perhaps not the best thing to become a party too -- hormones were still a bitch of a thing for a teenager to deal with.

Entering, she leading the way so confidently, taking up a stance at the table, on the table actually; Viola's style of being, her demeanor -- a change experienced that was noticed. Did he care? Of course, but stopping it, or pretending not to enjoy it, or-dare it be said- prefer it.

"They were dropped off here is all. My aunt, Aksana, and her had some business with Judas earlier." Not the full-story, but all he'd shared. She had heard -- watching from afar, the events, and his attempts to get through to Nefertari still, even after what he had done, the result of it catastrophic.

"Let's not talk about that, and no- I don't need to talk about something, Viola. Not yet." Denial. His problems, partly caused by her- wouldn't be shared so easily. Looking still, there irritation at his neck; doing what he wangted, that's what he was pressured to do always.

And what did he want more than Viola? Not much. Family coming before her, but none were here -- Vondfold, and Este; alone in this portion of the manor, and with a taste already, it would seem he had more than just passive intent to indulge in it again, if such were allowed...
(Hendrix Este)
[21:36:25] "Is that so...?" She'd mutter, tilting her head a bit to the side as she squinted ever so slightly, only incrementing the gentle glimmer of her violet eyes, a trait coming from her cursed Malpercian heritage, but undeniably carrying a certain... Catch.

His desire to not speak his desires made her raise her brow, a single eyebrow, specifically, as she extended her arm again towards him, this time human, warm and soft, and as gentle as it could be, to pat his head, to caress his hair down to the side, and slide back towards her as it grazed over his cheek.

"Why not yet?" She'd ask, her hand coming to rest on the table as she leaned forward a bit, the angle between her legs and torso being only slightly acute, and stared into his eyes, both functional and patched.

"You've always cared about me Hendrix, let me hear about your own problems." She'd mutter, her tone carrying a certain alluring feeling to it, not outright seductive, but caring, and warm.

"I can wait, so talk to me." An invitation, her legs shifted, swaping positions and crossing again.
(Viola Vondfold)
[21:50:56] An issue she didn't want to drop! There a sudden interest in his life, what he did, and while Viola was right- he did care for her; more than he did for most people outside of his family. She was a represenation of his striving to change, to be something else beside angry, to distance himself from Erik.

With Clementine, and her -- he had found some solace in the fact that he could be something else, something... calmer. Her hand finding him, his head assailed; brushed hair, fleshed rubbed against. It set his heart off beat, his mind still not dulled, but his stomach lurches forward momentarily.

"Viola." There came her name, a voice that had once always been so stern, now mellowed -- calm, and a deeper rumble present; flowing smoothly, the echo that faded into silence. Looking at Viola, sitting there, he raises himself, rump set against the chair, the Este allows it to lean back as he holds it there with hands in place.

Eye on her, the other- no eye patch, yet remaining closed; scar visible. "I don't want to talk about me right now. I'm here for you. Don't waste my time."
(Hendrix Este)
[22:05:26] Her eyes follow his every movement, just like Clementine had done to herself, Viola thought she had Hendrix right in the palm of her hand. Her smile came back as he spoke, her eyes closing as she turned her head upwards, leaving her neck exposed, the pale flesh of which tainted only by the smallest of scars, that hid behind her back and the dress.

"Fine, then. It's just that I think my... Request, uh, might leave you rather unable to speak about other things afterwards."

But since he seemed so keen on speaking about her, she could only do so, well aware of how stubborn the Este could be.

"You see... I don't really want to get married, or anything of the sort..." She started, her tone slowly adopting a more... Gentle sound to it, alluring, and her arm moved forth again, to rest on his shoulder, caressing it gently.

"But my mother really wants granchildren, and you've always been so nice to me~." At that point, he could most likely easily figure out where she was going. Her hand moved, to rest on his cheek again.

"It wouldn't be yet, we're both too young, and I don't want to have kids any time soon..."

She leans forward, only a few inches separating their faces, her breath, warm, washing over his face... Yet she would make sure that no more contact was made, she had grown quite good at dodging Hendrix, after all.

"But I think you wouldn't mind helping me with that, when it's time, right?~" Her last word is but a whisper, muttered into his ear as she leans forward again, her lips grazing over the surface of the sensitive skin.

Her other hand, malpercian, moves to rest on his chin, her fingers grasping it softly, but firmly, just to make sure that his ear remained in range, and that he did no sudden movements with his head.
(Viola Vondfold)
[22:21:39] This was a taboo subject, or he would have thought as such. Clementine had spoken to him of Viola before; infatuations, her desires. Her mother was among those things spoken of -- a love for flowers, chocolates, and family. Important things in the young Vondfold's mind, and now- they seemed to be surfacing.

Taking his advice, they move onto topics that were more favorable for both parties. Hendrix listening, his attention undivided, his body tensing now as she shifts once again, teeth sinking into a bottom lip for a moment, momentary lasp of judgement; blood drawn.


"You're asking for me to..?" He got it. Following along, but really needing confirmation. He gets it, and when he does -- disbelief; excitement, happiness, they fill him these feelings. Considering what he had done prior, the touch of Nefertari, the skin, the contact, the intimacy it bred, and now... this.

"Viola, that's.. Are you messing with me?" He always felt as though she were.His feelings never reaching home as Clementine had warned him, as she had held over his head at a point in time. To make heads or tails of it; behavior strange, bordering on manpulative, yet he couldn't call it that. Not because he didn't see it, but because he refused to.

With her face close to his, kept just a breath's amount away from him, a hand finding his chin -- kept in place he was to be. As she closes it, soft, and supple lips find him; grazing skin, carressing, and he begins to 'bend.'

"I wouldn't mind, no-" Wanting nothing more. This to him, was an offer for more with the Vondfld; a mind seeing it that way, the teen blind even though she had stated her desire to remain unhitched.

Not struggling, his stare pinned on her, and the flesh of face pushed up as she caused some involuntary strain through her grip; "Why though? This does't make sense ot me, Viola. What are you trying to do?"
(Hendrix Este)
[22:32:44] He is indeed like she was towards Clementine: A butterfly in a silver spiderweb. Caught, and at her mercy, and just like Clementine had been to her, the Vondfold was merciful, and eager, even.

She moves back from his ear, still holding his chin in place, proving the unnatural strength of her cursed arm, even though weaker than Hendrix' own, it seemed to be able to at least hold his chin in place; her lips lean closer to his, and she smiles for a moment, before making brief, yet sweet contact with her crimson own, not truly a kiss, but more like a peck, a graze... A tease, and quite an alluring one.

"I wouldn't joke around about something like this." A whisper was given, and her smile widened a bit. What was once merely cute, was now outright seductive, her beauty now not simply that, but possibly considered sensual.

"Soon, I'll want a child, and I want to trust you with being the father... You're the man I trust the most, Hendrix." His name rolled off her tongue as if she was savoring the sound of it. Her hand finally let go of his chin, and she sat back on the table, with a deep breath.

"If you don't want, though... That's okay. I wouldn't force you." Because, of course, getting laid with her was such a sacrifice.

"Judas wanted to do it as a reward for what he had done to me... But if anyone will make a child with me as a reward... It can only be you. I want it to be you~."

She raises to her feet, and a step is given away. Her back turned his way, but her head turned sideways towards him, only half of her face visible to Hendrix.

"Think about it."
(Viola Vondfold)
[22:37:00] Hendrix Este: [ wow. ]
[22:37:00] Hendrix Este: [ you are just... ]
[22:38:43] Viola Vondfold: people say im good at this kind of stuff)
[22:39:34] Viola Vondfold: am I?)
[22:43:50] Hendrix Este: [ you are... ]
[22:43:50] Hendrix Este: [ man.. ]
[22:43:50] Hendrix Este: [ i should just bend her over now... ]
[22:44:41] Viola Vondfold: ohmy)
[22:50:40] Nefertari Hirano: [quick]
[22:50:40] Nefertari Hirano: [KILL IT]
[22:51:31] Viola Vondfold: w-wow)
[22:51:31] Viola Vondfold: (some time ago you'd bekilling hendrix over me...)
[22:51:31] Viola Vondfold: (also did you see the name thing i sent you)
[22:51:31] Nefertari Hirano: [idk Nef would be killing no one atm she's just in desperate need of some mental health counselling]
[22:51:31] Nefertari Hirano: [and cuddles]
[22:52:22] Viola Vondfold: i can handle that after this)
[22:52:22] Nefertari Hirano: [if either of you want to rp with me after yur done im in the park]
[22:54:04] Caught in the web, and at this rate- he wasn't getting out of it anytime soon. He didn't want to, and while any image of Viola was hard to taint. This new side of her was considered a rather drastic one. With her words came these actions, these movements, a kiss. All of what he wanted, and then some; her touch, her care, her need for something from him.

Not just blindly offering, no longer stumbling to find approval, to make her happy. It was happening on iit's own, she was coming around, or so he assumed. Her lips, it was too brief to even describe -- not like Nefertari, nor Ashura; he wasn't the iniiator, but the recipient. How it felt- nice. He wanted it, so bad that doing what she wanted, being what she wanted didn't sound all that bad at all.

His name. Her words. Sweet whispers, painful treats; offered to him, and he had no mind to refuse. As it broke, her contact, her lips, her breath.

As she inhales, following with standing. He seeks to follow, pushing the chair back into place, raising himself up into full height. "I'll do it." Came the agreement. So sudden, so rushed -- time to think wasn't necessary, when one had thought of little more than her even when she left, when she fled, and pined for another.

With her back turned, portion of countenance glimpsed, and his own, a frown there; happiness bubbled in him, but on the surface? Unable to shake something. Reluctance perhas, or the dreaded yearning he could not fulfill here, and now.

Later

Is what she said. A point in the future. To wait long should be no problem, but when so close already? Too torturous a thing to ask of him.

"Nothing would make me happier to be honest, Viola. Nothing short of you choosing me for more than that -- something lasting outside of a child, or a single moment shared like this."
(Hendrix Este)
[23:06:01] His agreement made her stop in her steps, she had been expecting it... In all honesty, she had been hoping for it. She moves backwards, pressing the back of her body against his front, her left arm rising, her smooth bicep under his chin, and her arm moves around the side of his head so that her hand rests ontop of his head, her own turning to face him.

"I'm glad to hear that~." She smiles, she giggles, even, at his response. So formal, and full of praise... How could she not enjoy it?

How could she not enjoy him?

Although her heart, and true desire remained with Clementine, she could not deny her growing desires, albeit temporary and based on the context, and her eyes were rather... Filled of it. Vondfold genes, they called it.

She turned around, pressing now their fronts together, one of her hands moving to rest on his side, the other on his chest, her eyes on his, and she smiles again.

"Very glad." Clearly, she wasn't done with the teasing... The seduction, that he seemed to be enjoying anyway, would continue...

"And don't worry... There'll be... Fun included as well." Her tone was more than soft... It was suggestive.
(Viola Vondfold)
[23:27:21] A problem embedded in Viola's past. Hendrix probably never more than a stop in her life; Clementine always the destination. He'd fall short as always, as he had been told he would -- denying it, fighting against it, and even now- taking what he could so he was not forced to believe it..

It was a right mess, and as she turned, as he met him, and with praise, and appreciation embraced him. He synergized with it all rather smoothly. With her taking hold, a backside to him, a hand on him; hands of his own would travel- finding a place at her waist one would, cupping it for a moment before the motions of circular movement are made there at her side, and a portion of her stomach.

The flat space is caressed as she lets her head turn to him.

Lasting a moment, as she now faces him completely -- a hand on his front, and one at his side now. What he does to mirror is shifting one to the small of her back, waist cupped there; body pulled closer, her stare, her smile - returned, and even magnified now as he couldn't help, but grin in the face ofthis all.

"I'm glad that you're pleased then." Her words, with some tension taken off -- knowledge that she did want this in some way; confidence brewed, festering there beneath the surface. With every word, every syllable spoken, no longer just considering, but actually doing what he only dreamt of.

"Show me now then." Fun she said. Eager to see, to experience it; suggestive wording, and emphasis there. Viola really had changed -- this a side never seen, never imagined, and yet- it seemed so perfect for her.
(Hendrix Este)
[23:39:18] It was sadly true for Hendrix: He was but a stop in her journey for Clementine. The doe had taken that spot in her heart years ago, after all... But then again.

Why not enjoy the way?

His words are taken into account... She is well aware that not only he was so eager for it, but he is completely at her mercy. Years ago, perhaps even months ago, she would have never seen herself doing such a thing... She was such a pure young lady, yet there she was now: Seducing a man for a safe spot in a city, for children, and perhaps... For fun.

Whether or not the side Hendrix was seeing was the true side of Viola Vondfold, or merely one she had brought up for the situation at hand, would never be known, most likely... The normally shy lady seemed actually quite aware of what she was doing to be sure of anything. But did Hendrix care? Clearly not...

Her human hand moved, sliding not across his shirt, but under it... The smooth glove of silk, warm over her skin, caressing the Este's torso directly, and shamelessly. Whatever little experience Viola had, it was showing, and quite impressively.

"So eager, aren't you." She muttered, leaning forth, her lips grazing his own... Yet at least seemingly hesitant to move any further.

Instead, she pressed her body against his own further, sharing their heats, the softness of her well-endowed feminine parts, and their mere presences... It was clear where that was leading.

"We can have a... Demostration~."
(Viola Vondfold)
[23:41:00] Hendrix Este: [ god damn it ]
[23:58:04] Every second. Every minute. Next to her, magnified, and immortalized.

He loved it. Everything that she was now, and then- no part greater than the other. He wasn't going to choose, he wouldn't comment on this persona, or a facede if that's what it was.

Content to enjoy every minute of it. Every sharp inhale, heart beat increasing, blood-rushing minute. As her hand finds flesh; scarred, wounded, and roughened through battles, war, and the art of forging. A land scape there of mutilations; rough to the touch, and a sharp suction moment that brings in air, a tightened core as the result for worry over her being so close.

Invasive

She wasted no time, and he wouldn't mind. While taken aback briefly, he finds himself, a center regained. In retaliation, a hand of his is placed there on here person- a backside, from the waist angling downward, and for a moment- repeating an action he had saw Judas do long ago in his old home; smack came the sound against garbed rump.

Completely in the moment, but testing the waters of what was okay, and what was not. Soft to the touch, his 'rough' treatment maybe raising some concern, but there may not be much mind paid as in the front, his attention there with lips parted; gaping mouth in a way as ragged breaths ar drawn, and his head slowly tilts downward in the direction of the Vondfold now.

"I'm Yours." A dangerous statement to make. Offering himself without hesitation once more. He doesn't want, the whisper followed by the swiftness of movement as a tilted, and craned neck is there to compliment a kiss; lips pressed to her's, forceful at first, yet adopting subtlely -- 'slipping' into her slightly, the warmth of tongue to generate, and add to her own within a no-holds bar wrestling match between the mounds of writhing flesh going for supremacy.
(Hendrix Este)
[00:10:01] Her own skin is far from unscarred, either. Her arms remain hidden under gloves, one cursed, the other infected, neither too good to look at, or safe to touch... Her back carries green-ish black marks on it's veins, and the surface of her body, here and there, is scarred, due to years of mistreatment and the dangers of Malpercian hunts.

But even so... Her body is smooth, curvaceous and warm. As alluring to the eyes as it is inviting to the touch... A small moan, gasping, is her reply to his grabby hands, along her teeth finding his own lip, and pulling on it ever so gently.

His statement is taken notice of, and she smiles at it... In their embrace she spins them a bit, and sits on the table, pulling him over her to finally lay on it. Her first time, the most memorable one, had been on the sands of the Sarab, a quality table in a manor seemed like such a comfortable place after that...

Knots and clips that hold her dress are taken care of, and soon she lays, almost bare, for him... But no chances are given for him to look at her, as he is pulled for another embrace and sweet union of their lips. She, once again, cannot hold a slight, moaning sound from being released into his mouth as their tongues meet, her own not fighting back as much as it did allow itself being dealt with.

She wanted not to own him, not there, at least... She wanted to enjoy him. Thoroughly.

But soon enough, her own hands grow impatient, and seek flesh to grab and caress... Needless to say, things escalated from that point, into actions that are to remain blackscreened. No ERP.
(Viola Vondfold)