⇀ training grounds.

@❛ jacob kiszka in a way, it felt as though he'd already done so -- thank her for many things, she means. it was felt within that of the brush of his fingers against her cheek, gathering loosened strands to hook behind her ears. or bringing her to a state of euphoria that was only brought on by him, and him only. it didn't need to be said, for she was already aware, but perhaps it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world for her to hear. what exactly /would/ he thank her for? what had she done to deserve such a praise? "okay." is the only word that's managed to form from swollen tiers that remain ghosted upon his own. there was one thing about this ... relationship that stood out to selena: there was no push and pull. no rushing or forcing, no playing the devils advocate any longer.

the fluttering of her eyes are accompanied with a breath of, almost, relief as soft couplets journey up the bridge of her nose and to her forehead, fingertips remaining trained just beneath jacob's jaw to run over the smooth surface repetitively. she, too, bathes within the comforting silence that embraces the two -- openly embracing it herself. it's quiet, only accompanied with soft breaths taken from both parties and the vocalization of the midnight population. selena wishes she could stay here forever with him, just like this. a part of her could only dreamed to have met him within his youthful days, to have been able to hold his warm hand within her own and listen to the steadiness of his heart without it accompanied by fear and anguish.

her dreams are interrupted by the sound of his voice, one huskily reeling her back into the moment. "hm?" too lazy to properly form the syllables that do tickle the tip of her tongue, her ears soon perk in response to his questions. thick brows, too, begin to knit together as her head somewhat attempts to piece what he may have in store for her together, yet fails to do so. reluctantly, selena tilts her head up with tiers ghosting over his jaw, and her eyes look into his own although they were looking somewhere else. "i trust you." the female whispers, brushing the pad of her thumb back and forth before pressing another gentle kiss to his chin and followed by a lingering one to his lower tier. "show me."

@❛ selena gomez the moment she embraces him, his arms attempt to keep her there, forever if he could, but coiling around her midsection, coming together at the lower portion of her back. though he had not been held in this way for as long as he could remember, it wasn’t an uncomfortable sensation, but the opposite. nothing awkward or about the way he welcomes her embrace with one of his own, his couplet parting to meet hers the very second they’re within his reach.

they’re short lived, regardless of how desperately he wishes for them to last until eternity ends, because then he can hear her voice in his ear, always soft and assuring. he finds himself wondering what he did to deserve such support, especially from someone he’d broken down in so many different ways. she was his, in a way, from the very start, and he’d done everything he could to ignore their bond and break her spirit for years. kill her humanity. he could say that it was better that way, safer for her, but he had come to realize that was untrue. Selena felt /everything/, and as long as she could, perhaps she could teach him to do the same over time. “I want to thank you for so many other things,” he whispers instead, fingertips dancing along the curve of her back. “We’ll save that for another time, though. Right now I just want to be with you.”

as she pulls back, his body instinctively lurches forward, sitting up in order to chase her, one hand leaving the sanctuary of her back to trace the back of one of her hands, allowing her caresses to lull him into a safe space, a nirvana that was otherwise foreign to him. unless it was with her. his lips purse as her thumb traces along them, greeting the digit with tender kisses as his illuminated gaze pours into hers, other hand pulling her tighter against him while the first careens along the nape of her neck to deepen the kiss that follows, the desire to keep her pressed to his body nearly overwhelming. “I will never even dream of it. I swear it.” his couplet coasts along the seam of her own as he speaks, somewhat slurred as he preferred not to pry his lips from her flesh, even as they travel the length of her nose, and rest upon her forehead next.

he’s quiet for several moments, simply enjoying her warmth, her softness, but his mind is far from calm. for he wanted to show her something, the same vulnerability that she’d opened up to him the last time they lay together. in a way, he owed it to her. he had never shown her anything about himself, besides the memories that he had unwillingly given her. even then, they never spoke of what she had seen of his life, part of him even wondered if she’d taken the time to deep dive into any of them. a soft sigh escapes his lips that remain pressed to her silken skin. “Selena,” he starts, fingers combing her damp tresses as he does so. he doesn’t pull back to look at her, eyes trained, instead, upon the tree to their right. “Can I show /you/ something this time? Do you trust me?”

@❛ jacob kiszka admittedly, selena had been the type to push at jacob for what she wanted -- whether if it was going to the club on that fateful night or doing other things to break away from - what she would think of as her own punishment - at the time. this time.. yes, it was more demanding of her, but not in a way that extreme measures needed to be taken to get what she wanted. it was more-so a spoken language between the two that didn't necessarily need to be spoken, one that a demand may sound more threatening to an over-looker than perceived by each other, for it was more of a necessity and a need than a threat. /i want you to call my name/ is deeper in a sense of vocalizing a perfect mixture of want and need.

the receiving end was more overwhelming than expected, and if she were to be honest, hearing him spew a name that most of the time she wasn't even fond of herself would've been enough to ignite her release over and over again. the pad of her thumb repetitively sinks into the warmth of his sack beneath her chin, tracing over the supple flesh beneath her fingers before the entirety of her palm collects them to massage and even to playfully tug at the skin.

grateful for her gag reflex, which surprisingly managed to remain lax beneath the abuse of his hips, her eyes manage to peel open to stare up at him. the moment they'd opened was the moment a collectable of tears managed to stream down a singular bath over the curve of her cheeks. there wasn't anything like it. no movie, no show-- even the best within the cinemas weren't as good as the sight of jacob chasing his high. notably, selena would allow him to have her as he pleased as long as she could see /him/. it was the first chance she'd been able to see him truly hungry for something, doing whatever he could to catch it (just as she had done the same against his mouth). and it's important to note that this something.. it wasn't something that could come with consequences nor could enable fear within him. the innocence may be deceiving, but in comparison to the hardship endured within his lifetime, at least that selena had seen, this wasn't anywhere close to the guiltlessness that'd embraced the entirety of his life.

had begun to sting alongside that of her jaw, grip seemingly tightening against his thighs as the previously praised gag reflex had begun to let her down. lewd sounds of muffled gags could be heard with each rut of his hips, but there would still be no attempt at pulling back. the moment her eyes shut once more is the very second is filled with warmth. almost immediately and ungracefully, selena peels back in order to prevent any possibility of further choking, but she's leaning forward to entrap him within once more. not one single drop should be wasted, nor would she allow it to be. the tip of her tongue gathers every single droplet left behind, fingers capturing that of what'd dribbled down her chin to then cleanse with her tongue as well.

his taste was further better than anything she could've even dreamed of, and as the tip of her nose nuzzles into the space just beneath his navel once more, a silent word of honor is made on her end: that this wouldn't be the last time he's finally given what he's deserved. that she would take care of him from this moment on. that he wouldn't have to have a facade, or work through life alone - even if most of the time, she couldn't understand what he was going through. as her lips run over his abdomen once more, following the line she'd previously left behind, her legs straddle his own and the tips of her fingers run over each side of his neck -- selena realizes that just being there was enough for her. that he was enough.

her lower lip is lax, partially pressed against her chin as the inside meets his chin, only to then finally meet his tiers with a loop of steadily lazy kisses. the same fingers previously caressing his neck delve within his dampened strands as the side of selena's nose greets his own in a fond nuzzle, tiers then greeting the button tip before her arms entwine around his neck to further embrace him. it's a complete embrace that perhaps would've been foreign to him, an embrace fulfilled with warmth and welcoming in comparison to the one of life embracing him with cold air and fear. forever with consequences. "don't ever thank me for what you are deserving of." she whispers, her lips greeting the shell of his ear as each syllable is formed.

peeling back just a tad, her palms resurface to caress his face once more and her eyes are intent as she stares at him. as the pad of her thumbs glide back and forth, she takes the time to completely map out everything about him-- his eyes, the shape of his nose and the remaining glimmer to his tiers. her thumb runs over his lower tier and her lips follow suit, wanting to bathe with him beneath the moonlight for as long as permitted. "don't ever stop calling for me, no matter what."

@❛ selena gomez he wants so desperately to kiss her, to close that distance and steal her breath again, but she refuses. golden hues search her crimson ones, his body shifting with an obvious disappointment at the lack of connection that his manhood has with her couplet, but if only he could deepen her ghosting kisses, it might ease his nerves, seemingly set on fire for her. she refuses, again, and the vampire looks as if he’s chasing a worm on a hook, hopelessly following after his own, sweet demise.

“Selena.” it’s easier to moan than any other name he’d spoken, and yet he found him robbing himself of the euphoria that worked in tandem with the syllables that strung together to create her title. luckily, the younger vampire was insistent upon keeping him grounded and aware, and now that he’d tasted her name upon his tongue once more, he was addicted to the flavor.

his body lurches forward, his tiers hopeless in their attempts to catch more of her own than fleeting tastes of himself. “Selena,” he repeats; a faux demand that wanes only moments later, one hand sliding in between her body and his own. slender digits urge her own to move, without forcing her to do so. a sign of submission, yet not defeat, for he could never consider intimacy with his ward a battleground. if anything, unlike previous rendezvous, loving Selena (and being loved in return, no matter how torturously slow) was a game of give and take, nothing on the line, no holds barred. he wouldn’t be punished beneath the fierce crack of a whip if he failed to pleasure her, which only encouraged him to do so with much more vigor. loving her, pleasing her, it wasn’t part of his /job/. he realizes this within the moments they share together, like this one. to her, he’s not a death dealer. he’s just Jacob, and perhaps that’s enough. “Please...”

it was the first time such a word has touched his lips in years, and his voice breaks beneath the weight it holds, and the thickness of lust that possesses his tone. he doesn’t need to be invulnerable, not with her. her name leaves his lips once more the moment her countenance lowers, his hips rigid until coaxed to rock against the pillowy threshold her tiers provide.

there’s something to be said about the encouragement she offers in this moment. typically, the death dealer would edge himself, refusing to allow a release to creep upon him as quickly as one might be tempted to, in order to please or impress his partner with notable stamina. whatever inkling of desire to prove to her that he /could/ restrain himself is tossed away the very second she moans with her lips hugging him tight, welcoming more and more of him within her cavern. he didn’t feel the need to prove anything to her, for it was clear she didn’t want such a thing. it seemed to him, that the only thing she sought was the very same his body was chasing: his release.

with hips beginning to rut against her, and fail to halt as she reaches her limit, the vice on her hair tightens, using such leverage to encourage to stay as close to the base of his as possible; his bare chest heaves in tandem with guttural panting, beads of sweat collecting along the ridges of the pads of muscles jutting out from beneath his flesh. “Selena, f-“ he, somehow, finds the strength to pause mid-moan of desperation. the last thing he wanted to do was curse at her, finding that she was so much more than a quick , and should be treated as such. his hand releases her hair once more to drop down to her chin, thumb brushing her swollen, bottom tier. “Thank- you...”

it’s a weakened moan, voice hoarse. Jake is heavy-lidded, ing of his hips somewhat erratic as every muscle in his body tightens. though the gratitude could be deciphered as being directly connected to the session, it was much deeper than that. he knew he would find the words hard to say under normal circumstances, when he was forced to be steadfast against everyone and everything, and the words flooded so much easier in this moment. so, he takes advantage, and speaks them.

almost as soon as the sentence leaves his lips, his body is gripped by ecstasy, hips stammering so as not to choke her beneath his insatiable pounding, though his hand does remain upon her chin, instead creating a hook just beneath with his thumb on one side, and his fingers upon the other. his fangs have thoroughly abused his lower lip, tearing at the skin until they grind against the rest of his teeth, head tilting back. what little he can see through eyelids that feel as though they weigh a ton each, is all starry sky, his damp tendrils tickling midway down his back from the position his neck is craned within. through parted lips falls endless moans and the needy calling of her name. not a nickname, /her/ name. a few more, erratic bucks of his greedy hips and he truly comes undone, finally slumping back against the trunk of the tree, his breathing far from under control. his fingertips delve within the tendrils nearest her cheek, pushing them back to secure them behind her ear in a simple, yet fond gesture, as if to demonstrate his prior gratitude.

@❛ jacob kiszka how strange it was, the vampiress notes internally, to finally be the one in charge. it'd only taken thirty years to get here, and with the knowledge that it most likely wouldn't happen again, or perhaps it would but only within the proximity of , selena had plans to completely take advantage of this moment. it wasn't about the hesitant stuttering and ruts of his hips, no, for each one received a rejection of her own hand pressing upon the curve of his hip. perhaps the idea of completely pleasing jacob upon her own accord could've been perceived as selfish, but it may be the only opportunity to do so. then again, it was hard to tell. if she were to judge on how she'd grown up alongside him, then maybe she would've been more frightened at the possibility of not being able to touch him again. but judging the jacob kiszka that she'd recently gotten to know? it was a completely different story.

failing to reflect the encouragement he'd previously given her own hips to chase her release, her own palm presses flat against his pelvic bone to prevent it -- at least for now. just as she'd started, selena wanted to take it slow. she wanted to watch every change in his visage, feel him twitch within her palm and listen to the symphonic slew of curses, her name and even nicknames emit from the instrument that was his tiers. the familiarity of arousal tickles between her legs once more, apparent in the way her hips faintly sway within her crouched position, inner thighs repetitively ghosting over each other almost in acknowledgement.

each grip and tightening of his fist within her strands earns a faint yet muffled moan in response, head tilting back to comply with the fleeting touches of calloused fingers to her cheeks. her eyes, seemingly addicted to his own, swim within the pool of irises looking within hers. the remaining grip of svelte digits move in compliance with her head, acting as an agent to cover the taut skin she couldn't quite fit within without forcing herself lower. the movement is swift and almost elegant, palm lowering and gently curling to the left as her head heightens up his length, only to elevate and pull to the right as if to meet her lips in the middle. she'd been so concentrated, so focused on the need to please that she'd even forgiven the bucking of his hips. but it's the nickname.

"little one."

for the first time, selena's brows slightly furrow to paint a facade of distaste, only to then completely remove him from . though, she remains connected by the strands of saliva that cling to her tiers and his shaft. "no," she pants, tiers climbing up his body with kisses replicating the fragile-ness she'd perceived of him, regardless of his own facade. "call me." her words dissipate between his tiers, almost passing through as if smoke from a cigarette set ablaze. "i want you to call my name." no attempt is made to enclose his tiers between her own, for her eyes flitter back and forth to each of his orbs, just to ensure that he'd understand her want -- her need -- for him to speak of her name. she wanted to remember this night with a clear memory of how he'd call for her within his most vulnerable state, just as he did with her beneath him. she wanted /him/ to remember what she could do to him.

with a few pants shared atop of his tiers, her figure lowers once more to once again fulfill the need of him within . his taste was so easily addicting, and she yearned to completely milk him of his complete essence. repetitively. even if it meant riding him into the ing sunset. acutely aware of the obvious temptation to break open the skin with the tip of her fang, it's completely ignored seconds after. she wanted to remember him, just like this, for now. when he's back within the confinements of hollowed cheeks, she allows herself a bit more room to be sloppy, welcoming and encouraging the movement of his hips with brows slightly furrowed. though, they relax as her head tilts back to look up at him once more, fluid hums and moans reverberating against the taut skin. her hand relaxes from the base of his shaft, instead running over his sack to massage at the area as her head completely lowers to take him in as much as she was able to, eyes flickering momentarily before finally fluttering shut as water begins to collect within her eyes. regardless of the way, she'd become addicted to being completely one, and completely fulfilled by jacob.

@❛ selena gomez strange, to say the least. what the vampire felt in this moment. there weren’t many times when he could completely relax, leave all of the effort to someone else, regardless of the goal. perhaps, that’s why he remains somewhat tense, shoulders taut, as Selena’s mouth glides over his length, shielded only by a thin layer of fabric. his breath was ultimately caught in the back of his throat, his hand splaying out as its weaved within her roots. regardless of his desire to control all situations, he wanted to allow her to take the lead, even if it was just this once. it was easier said than done, however, for old habits die hard.

to ensure that he didn’t rush her, or take control of her head, his hand curls into a fist at his side the moment her fingers wrap around his base. hips stuttering the instance her thumb glides over the slit in his shaft. his fangs sink into the lower portion of his couplet, holding his breath for a few moments before he exhales almost silently, in accompaniment with a nearly inaudible call of her name.

the very moment meets his manhood is the moment his hips jut forward, a grunt bubbling from the very depths of his throat, and his grip tightens on her roots. his head dips forward, shoulders hunched; definitely a far cry from the way he’d had her splayed out on the ground. his eyes pour into her crimson hues, getting lost within her stare, though he is hyper aware the moment his length is guided within . the initial sensation floods his senses, overwhelming him and coaxing an audible exhale as his hips dare to rut, needy to bury himself within the warm embrace of her cavern. trying his best to steady such movements so as not to choke her or attempt to hurry her along, his fingers find themselves swimming through her locks, slowly. he can feel that they’re damp at the roots, most likely from the ual triathlon he’d been willing to put her through just now, but the perspiration only seemed to add on to the grip in his palm.

“That’s it,” he croaks, voice thick and husky with lust, lids heavy as his body begins to find the comfortability to relax. “You’ve got it, love.” his praise, while not often, falls from drunken lips in a weakened slur as if he spoke the words daily, palm coasting down along line of her jaw for the pad of his thumb to massage her cheekbone, doing what little he can to urge her head up more, so that he may watch her fill with him. fingertips dare to tremble against her face so he buries them within her locks, once more finding a solid grip against the crown of her scalp, sordid string of expletives resting on his tongue, just under his breath, but the moment seemed too pure to taint with such vulgarity. so, even as his hips begin to buck, impatient and demanding, his back falls against the broad trunk of the tree, a moan intermingling with the panting of what sounded more akin to an animal as he attempts to keep his own lust under control. “You’re doing so well, little one. Keep going...”

@❛ jacob kiszka the space between selena's lips and his abdomen remains very minimal at most, for she couldn't dare to expand how far away he was from her. her couplet pair continue to brush over the different lines and dips within his abdomen with each movement taken on his end, perhaps adding difficulty on his end to discard of his clothes just as she'd requested of him. her fingers follow his own, nails sunken within the waistband of his pants as her hues elevate to find his own once more. the tip of her nose runs along the flesh previously kissed beneath his navel in a fond gesture and done so with a smile tickling her tiers, and she finds herself tugging down the first layer shielding him away from her.

the animalistic side of the vampyress wanted to shred it off immediately and get to it, but the better judgement wins this time -- she wanted it to be done slowly, and she wanted to take her time to appreciate every single part of the vampire now beneath her touch, the one she'd managed to wrap around her fingers. the tip of her nose replicates a similar nuzzle to the tent presented before her, only before her lips ghost over his covered length. the tips of her fingers follow suit before pressing the upper half of him against his abdomen, head crooning to the side to place open mouthed kisses through the fabric as she breathes in his scent. this would be the final first between the two, ually. the first time she'd get a taste of everything he was, the first time it was in her hands to please. he'd done most of the work thus far, it's only deserving that he's given more in return.

a faint hum escapes her lips as her the tips of her digits sink beneath the waistband of his briefs once more, eyes trained on the dissipating fabric as it's tugged down and ultimately revealing her treasure before her. her eyes momentarily shift up to his own, almost to ensure that she was still okay, before her tiers twitch upwards. the coolness of her fingers run over the expanse of his thighs before the svelte digits curl around the base of jacob's hardened . although a comment was tempted to roll off of her tongue of how hard he was, or how big he was, she manages to hold back. saying something like that felt as though she could very easily ruin this environment, and that wasn't her goal. not right now. the first few of her palm is accompanied with the pad of her thumb running over the head of his shaft to smear the pre- upon it, all the while her tiers run over his thighs, lower lip lazily gliding atop of his skin.

finally, however, the open mouthed kisses are granted to the weight in her palm, down the side of his shaft and up, then down once more until her tongue is pressed gently within the center of his balls before trailing up the underside of his shaft. she continues to move slowly, however, picking up each ridge and vein that greets her tongue in the best of ways. his taste earns a satisfied moan as the previously smeared liquid greets her taste buds, and selena's eyes run up his build to look up at her as he's finally welcomed within the warmth of her cavern. it's short, head tilting back in order to release him with a faint "pop" before taking him in once more. her tongue remains pressed atop the underside of his shaft with cheeks beginning to hollow, slowly beginning to bob her head to take more and more of him in. her grip is faint around his base, slowly beginning to pick up speet to meet the movement of her head

@❛ selena gomez the vampire had already gathered the remaining articles of her clothes by the time her fingers guide the silky fabric of her lingerie over the seam of his lips. her smell is enough to draw him in, pausing for a moment as he considers taking them within his mouth to siphon what was left of her essence caught within the threading, but the moment his couplet tasted her own, he forgets about the silly fabric, his hands now littered with soil framing her face, pulling her in as if his previous oral assault had not done enough to satiate his hunger.

her words sound far away, even as her lips are pressed against his, but his head shakes in response. no, scolding Selena would be impossible, for she’d stolen his vocabulary, his mind hazy, clouded with the need for her that he’d come to welcome like a drug.

her fingers urge the cloth of his shirt up over his chest, but even as she pleads for him to rid himself of the fabric, he is peeling out of the leather, his fist grappling at the hem she’d since abandoned. each area with which her lips connect to his flesh sends red alerts to his groin, his body shifting beneath her kiss. “Selena,” it’s a breathy whisper that only she could hear the moment her lips graze against his navel, the next stop would be to rid him of his jeans. his hips buck ever so slightly, one hand gliding between her body and his own to rip the belt buckle from the leather strap in her way. he has no patience left, not when every brush of her tiers is tauntingly close to his manhood, twitching and demanding of her full attention.

opening his fist, the buckle makes a dull thud against the earth, shreds of leather still connected to it. slouching against the trunk of the tree, he takes a moment to inhale deep, his fingers dancing through the roots of her silken tendrils, though he hopes the urgency his body is alive with doesn’t translate with his touch. “By all means..” he whispers in response to her promise to take care of him. one hand falling to the earth beside him, the other remains entangled within her curls, rubbing between them between his digits as he takes another, almost shaky breath.

@❛ jacob kiszka the wind was immediately stolen from her lungs as the familiarity of his grasp encircles around her wrist, back arching even more with a whimper as oversensitivity begins to don the entirety of her body. it sends shivers down selena's spine repetitively, her chest rising with each gasp of air as her visage twists into one of complete pleasure. the mood dances atop of her countenance and does so innocently, failing to portray the lack of innocence apparent within these two specifically. the tips of her nails threaten to break his own flesh, gripping and gripping until all that was able to emit from her tiers were faint pants. her grasp on his wrists, too, relax until the pads of her fingers barely ghost above the skin, apologetically doing so for the tightened grasp.

selena's jaw remains slack and body still as she bathes beneath the moonlight, almost becoming one with the earth within this very singular moment of healing -- healing from the lack of touch and appreciation over time, of heartbreak, of loneliness: and most of all, from the absolute mess he'd left her in.

with her eyes fluttering open, her brows immediately knit as her head tilts downward to allow crimson hues to overlook his slumped countenance. the entire sight was wrong, now that she lay in her complete bareness before him. she takes in his clothes -- classic leather jacket, jeans and combat boots -- a look that'd practically painted the entire picture of the man before her. these clothes, they should be off. but selena bites at the tip of her tongue, slowly nudging her upper half from the embrace of the ground beneath with an arm outstretching to collect the flimsy fabric of her lingerie from his fingers. the pad of her thumb runs over it for a split second, a hint of a chuckle peeking at her now swollen tiers as her eyes flicker back to his.

that same hand elevates, dainty fingertips covered by the fabric now running over his tiers with her own pair following suit, gently collecting his lower lip between her teeth. "do i get in trouble if i say no again?" her voice, faint, ghosts along his tiers before the fabric is once again discarded with tiers pressing against his once more. the tips of her fingers dance up his clothed abdomen, pinkies gathering the hem of his shirt to drag upwards as her tiers travel down the map of his neck, running over his collarbone before continuing down what she'd exposed of his abdomen with a gentle nudge back to his chest, similar to what he'd done to her. "take these off, jacob," she begins, open mouthed kisses pressing down a bee-line over his abs until she presses the last just beneath his naval, irises greeting his own. "i'll take it from here."

selena yearned to see him in a similar state to what she'd been put in, tripping at her hair as his hips rock against . she wanted.. no, needed to know that she could bring him there, maybe even higher (if possible) to what he'd elevated her to.

@❛ selena gomez the gratification that comes along with sending his ward straight up on to cloud nine overwhelms the vampire; the very scent of her release pushing him over the edge into a ravenous spiral of insanity and hunger. pleasuring a woman had never made him so insatiable before, and it was as soon as her palms dig into the dirt and attempt to put a gap between his mouth and her that both of his hands are there, grips wrapping around her slender wrists in order to jerk them out from under her.

no, he thought with a definitive air. he would encourage her to ride her for as long as the waves would carry her, and he refused to allow one centimeter of space between his face and her core.

it’s a beautiful sight, one that he could admittedly sit front row for eternity, orally servicing her every day, if it meant he could see her turn rosy beneath his tongue over and over. his grip tightens on her wrists, pulling her arms in his direction as tightly as he can as his tongue resurfaces to drag itself along the natural slotting of her . a gurgle, somewhere between a grunt and a snarl, lives at the back of his throat the moment he tastes her release.

several seconds later, his grip loosens on her arms, allowing her to relax as he, reluctantly, breaks the seal his lips (now shiny from her) have on her ladyhood. he’s panting, as if he’d just devoured a large meal in one bite, as he sits back upon his knees, his toes bent up inside thick, combat boots beneath him. the most aspect of her was the fact that she was stark , with nothing but the moonlight shining upon her frame as her chest heaves. an angel, one might see, though tainted by the filthy tongue of a sinner.

and there he sits. fully clothed, wrapped in leather, though unarmed. his presses almost painfully against his thigh, prodding against the confines of his pants, but he chooses to ignore it, for he had given Selena what he’d intended. with his tongue darting over the lower portion of the seam of his couplet, he reaches for her and jeans. “Let’s head back.”

@❛ jacob kiszka there were multiple aspects to not only this evening's ual endeavor with jacob, but also the first that made it feel brand new to selena. depending on how one would look at it, she could either be considered experienced, whilst also being considered inexperienced. the male now between her thighs was the first man that'd been allowed to find solace within her for only the second time since she'd been changed. though, he hadn't been the first that she would orally please, nor is he the first to orally please her. regardless, it felt as though that was the case. perhaps it accompanied the way that his mouth on her, the each of his muscle upon her oris and between the nether lips now gleaming with his own saliva, felt so perfectly right. as if he'd been the missing piece all along.

a ghost of a smirk tickles her swelled couplet pair upturned to the moonlight, the tips of manicured nails running over his scalp. "no." she murmurs with an intention of a chuckle following suit, but all that does is a faint gasp as the tip of his fingers further the hardening of the supple flesh upon her chest. her own palm shifts to rest atop of his own, fingertips barely tucked beneath his palm in a faint grip. for a glimmer of a second, selena considers the possibility of thoughts running within his head. was he thinking anything, or was he like her, mind completely occupied and practically numbed from the high that he'd put her upon? was this his only goal of the evening within the range of ? no, even if it was, that would be changed. especially beneath her watch, for each movement of his tongue encourages the want -- no, the need -- to please in return.

there's a faint thud as her head is tossed back upon the firm ground, the movement of her hips faint as they reluctantly rut against the movement of his thumbs. she would've never expected they'd be within this place, not even within her wildest dreams. who would've thought that the callouses upon his fingers that she'd silently admired from a distance would've run over her cheeks, down her abdomen and pinching her , even quickly bringing her to the edge she'd found herself so desperate for? the clutch upon tendrils even consolidates, her right leg shifting against the grip for the inside of her thigh to brush against the side of his face as the bottom of her foot glides down the expanse of his back.

"j...acob.." her voice was so far from reach, intermingling with fluid gasps, vocalized moans and indistinct curses of his name escaping her tiers. "i'm--" she could barely find the words for warning, yet her body does so for her. her thighs begin to tremble at each side of him, breaths exhaled every three seconds or so in accompaniment of a gasp and a moan, afraid that even her breathing pattern may knock her off path of release. though, the seemingly scarce air is trapped within her lungs, leaving her silent for the matter of a complete minute before her body somewhat curls beneath with the increasing volume of a cry of his name, her countenance completely trembling beneath his mouth. her palms even press upon the ground in attempt to shy away from him, her body overwhelmed by the tremendous pleasure plummeting through her veins. her lungs repetitively gasp for air as her back restlessly arches from the ground, baby hairs clinging to her temple as a rosy hue clings to the apples of her cheeks.

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@❛ selena gomez to assume that Jake had been celibate since his mortal years would be foolish; for he was far, far from lacking the touch of a woman. that much was blatantly obvious to everyone, even Selena herself that had been able to dive headfirst into the sordid memories held within his cursed mind. that didn’t make this any less of a brand new experience.

Jacob had tasted women before, he knew the familiarity of the warmth on his tongue, which angles to flick against, and how his head could bob in order to encourage his partner to grind herself upon the bridge of his nose when his tongue would dance along her interior walls. Selena was so much different. the taste was unlike he’d had, though familiar at the same time. so much sweeter, still, than he could’ve imagined, like warm honey glazing his tastebuds, the rawest form of her, her scent, filling his nostrils as he buries his face as deep within her thighs as he could go. nails dig into the supple flesh of her thighs, keeping them steady and pried open for him to feast on her as his basest, most primal instincts control the fervency of his tongue, flicking and embracing, scraping along every inch of vulnerable flesh. he was hyper aware of the point of each fang as it grazes her nub, only for his face to delve downward, his drooling couplet working as the most organic form of speculum, pursing in between the seam of her nether lips and parting, to open her up to his hungry muscle waiting inside the warm cavern.

golden eyes glow seemingly brighter than the moon with every pull to his hair, the remaining lower portion of his countenance concealed within her , but his eyes. his eyes were on her at all times, tracing every inch of her expression and the way it changes as does the motion of his tongue inside of her. one hand reluctantly releases her thigh to rub along the softness of her skin, then sliding beneath her palm to take her within his own hand, pinching the swollen . “Just lie back and enjoy it, Selena.” he mutters, slurred and drunk on her taste, but he wasn’t so intoxicated by her that he would allow her to slip from his grasp until she was quivering. his other arm, though securely hooked around her thigh, adjusts so that his thumb glides between his face and her treasure. while his tongue is delving repeatedly within her, massaging her fluttering walls, the roughened pad of his thumb is free to attack her temporarily abandoned oris, pressing firm on her button to see her expression change with every new sensation added.

to say he was addicted to what he could do to her was an understatement. it was no longer an addiction. the way he wanted to make her jolt, cry out, or to see her back arch had become one of his main reasons to exist. to bring her such carnal pleasure like she’d never had before. and he was all but convinced that the feeling was mutual.

@❛ jacob kiszka little one.

how could a man, one that even selena had once claimed to hate and the reason she'd lost everything, be so endearing? she could feel the muscle beneath her ribcage itching to flutter, yet all that's encouraged is the corners of her tiers to etch upwards with a faint chuckle. the only assistance she could provide was the elevation of her hips to allow the remaining garments to be tugged away, leaving her bare beneath the moonlight, and beneath jacob's observance. it was so odd to feel as beautiful as she did within this moment. beautiful and comfortable with the comfort of his touch and his eyes.

he was correct, however. patience wasn't anywhere near a strength for selena. however, there were a lot of different aspects within this moment that she found it hard to be patient for. it wasn't necessarily her want to be touched, but more so the need to please him. whilst she wouldn't mind the reminder of what it's like to be wanted, a stronger want to provide that for him bubbled within her chest. her fingers gripped at the grass as it would silken sheets as the tip of her tongue meets the seam of her tiers, breath following a cycle of shortened puffs as each one is released. she'd managed to nudge herself upon her elbows in order to follow each movement made of her lover closely, each and every brush of his lips against her leg, every flutter of his eyes. the temptation to plead for him to hurry remained at the tip of her tongue, never daring to run off. for the moment his very own had met the sacred temple between her legs, any vocabulary filling the expanse of her mind dissipated in a mere second.

the grass welcomes the backside of her frame once more, one hand fleeing from the earths' strands to entangle within his own instead. they were softer and embraced slender digits just as he would've embraced her. it was as though each and every single part of him, whether knowingly so or not, bundled her up within an unfamiliar warmth that only a loving embrace could offer. it tells selena everything that she needed, and wanted know.

"jacob--" the name is repeated in between indecent and sensual moans that reflect her own personal carnal desires. practically overwhelmed by the newfound pleasure by his tongue, the back of selena's head presses into the ground beneath, back arching once more with her eyes fluttering closed. her visage is replaced by one mirroring the pleasure plummeting throughout the entirety of her countenance. "," her fingers tighten around the strands the moment his tongue completely runs over the sensitive bud, even applying a bit of pressure to the back of jacob's head in a silent plea for him to remain just as close as he was now. her free hand, now littered by the dirt previously held victim to her grasp, runs over the expanse of her chest in order to palm at her left . rolling her head to the side, her eyes flutter open to meet his own as her lower lip is once again collected between her teeth, only to fall slack moments later.

@❛ selena gomez his mouth pressed to her skin felt right. the only thing he’d felt in a long time that did, he realizes, and his lips embrace each inch of her skin. though any mark he left upon her skin, any damage inflicted would heal within moments, he hopes the sensation of his kisses stay with her forever.

at her question, however, he allows himself to breathe out a low scoff against her navel, hands planting themselves on either side of her body. using such leverage to pull himself to press the protuberance she caused against her thigh, his lips meeting hers again, albeit briefly. “No, /savoring/ you. All of you.” pressing his forehead to hers, his gaze pours into her crimson pair, saying everything he couldn’t. not out loud, at least. though, his lips do move, brushing along the bridge of her nose whilst his hands slip between their bodies, undoing the button on her jeans. “Patience never was your strong suit, little one.”

abandoning her lips after one last kiss, he pushes off the ground to sit on his knees between her legs, fingers cruel in their intent to snatch the denim from her body, pulling the dainty fabric of her along with it. guiding her legs to point to the sky, the fabric is pulled off and tossed aside, leaving her completely bare before him, bathing in the moonlight. /I missed you./ he wanted to reciprocate the statement, for he had, but forming the words now, he feared the forest would hear and scream their secret to the heavens.

instead, his lips attach themselves to her left ankle, tongue pressing against her skin, head dipping to allow his mouth to glide along her calve, over her knee, fangs scraping the meat of her inner thigh. his eyelids flutter closed, torturing himself as much as he was teasing her, for every instinct within him was demanding he tear his clothes off and bury himself as deep within her as he possibly could. both arms anchoring on the tops of her thighs, he uses the grip he forms to haul her body, and with it the source of his desire, right to his waiting mouth. his tongue peeks, whilst his couplet embraces her , successfully trapping her oris within the heat of his cavern. the velvety muscle seeks her swollen bud, circling it akin to a lion stalking an antelope, before testing her reaction if the surface of his tongue rakes over it.

Jacob was under the impression that her blood tasted sweet, but it waned in comparison to her liquid sugar clinging to her core, and his tongue is quick to collect as much as possible, coasting along between her glistening folds, and delving down to the entrance he so desired to occupy. with his eyes seemingly brighter than the moon, and staring only at her expression for changes, he considers the possibility of never coming up from between her thighs, but instead allowing himself to be suffocated in her warmth. it seemed like the best way to go out, he notes.

@❛ jacob kiszka it felt as though tons of walls that'd been built century after century completely collapsed before her with a tightening grip on the thin fabric that was his belt loop. perhaps it acted as though it was some sort of lifeline within this very moment, for it too collapsed beneath her grip. her free hand immediately elevates to allow the tips of svelte digits to somewhat sink within the roots of his tresses as her palm decorates his cheek. the softness of her thumb against his temple fails to reflect the passion and fire seemingly setting their conjoined skin together, but more so to ensure that jacob was aware that she was listening. that every single word spoken, albeit muffled, was soon embedded within her mind and soul.

the grass greeting her back acts as some kind of agent, a reminder to remain grounded, yet selena found it impossible. cloud nine, one may call it, but selena would refer to it as a heaven within a heaven within a heaven - a cycle never ending. "i'll always wait for you." she manages to form the syllables against the drug that was jacob's lips. there were many few words within the english dictionary that the vampiress would be able to relate to, or to acknowledge that she's felt before. before now? longing wasn't one of them. neither was yearning. yet here she was beneath a man that'd never completely left her mind, always taunting her one way or another. it wasn't as though she was desperate for an escape, but for him to not only linger within her thoughts. she wanted to be with him, throughout the day and as much of the night as possible. perhaps it was insane to yearn for him, but it was her reality.

"jacob," the release of his name never failed to take herself by surprise, for it was a name she'd spoken so long before yet it was so different the way it rolled off of her tongue now. the moment the fabric meets her skin is the moment her own fingers delve beneath the hem, lifting up quick enough to remove it and toss it aside. the grip upheld by the tightness of her hair tie had begun to fade, the accessory slowly lowering down the strands that now loosely hang at the sides of her face, barely restrained back. with the mix of the cool air and jacob's touch, the flesh of her easily hardened beneath warm digits.

her abdomen elevates from the ground to form a curve down her spine, magnetizing to the his tongue with a shaky breath lingering between her tiers as a hand outstretches to once again delve within his strands. impatient? perhaps. but a part of her wanted to allow him to take his time, to live this moment. breathe it. become it. everything in between. "teasing me?" she inquires as the corners of her tiers begin to etch upwards, head tilting down to look at him with her lower lip collected between her teeth. the same hand within his hair lowers, yet remaining intertwined as the pad of her thumb outstretches to run along his jaw. her hips naturally rut in attempt for something, /something/ to act as a reliever for her lingering arousal, but her eyes are so focused in on him that, if she would allow herself, this would be enough stimulation to be set free. even she pants beneath him, with touch so minimal that she's even left breathless.

"i missed you."

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@❛ selena gomez her voice is unlike any other sound, and lives within his head and within his heart, the recollections of hearing her, panting and whimpering his name overtaking the other instances in which she’d spoken for this moment. he wonders if, perhaps, he’s been without affection for too long, or she was simply so addictive that his focus had fallen from the training session the moment she spoke. now, all of his attention was on her. her body before him. she turns within his grasp, her fingers hooking him and driving him against her.

his couplet parts, tongue peeking to swipe along the lower portion, his hand dropping from her face and sliding along her neck, grasping at her nape the second he knew his lips were bound to collide with hers. “Then simply call out for me.” he whispers as his tiers seek their destination, crashing against hers with so much heat and passion it seems as though the air around them is set ablaze. the taste of her having been an annoying little gnawing at the back of his mind since the first time. he cradles her nape, urging her lips to remain upon his own, while his free hand finds the supple flesh, concealed by vulnerable fabric just above the waistband on her jeans, of her waist and his digits dig in. “Wherever you are,” he’s already panting, as her kiss had stolen his breath and he refuses to come up from it, “I’ll find you. I’ll always find you.”

suddenly reminded of the weapon in her waistband, his hand flees from her hip to grab the handle and pull it free, tossing it aside as carelessly as he knew his clothes would follow soon. “And I’ll kill anyone that dares to lay their hands upon you.” it’s an afterthought, but he knew it was true. he was uncertain at first, even in denial, though now he knew. he would besmirch the title of death dealer, slaughter the elders, and go to war with god himself if it was for Selena. to say she was his Helen was an understatement, for he would tear through an army of both angels and demons to keep her safe, regardless of her very obvious ability to care for herself.

his hands roam her body as if it were the first time, the need for her growing as he pulls her to the ground with him. a shame he would taint her with the earth, but he had neither the patience nor the want to take her to the manor. kneeling against the dirt in between her thighs, a gentle press to her abdomen encourages her to lie back, pushing the irritating material of her top up to her chin, his mouth soon trailing along the exposed flesh, fangs teasing the skin beneath the waistband of her jeans by scraping along the hem of it, his hands making short work of the undergarment shielding her s from him, only to replace it once it’s discarded by enveloping the satin swells against his palms, his tongue leading the charge along the length of her torso, skimming each inch with a hungry gurgle hiding within his throat.

@❛ jacob kiszka there's a certain rush that comes alongside being complimented within this moment in time. not because she was being complimented, but because of who was complimenting her. the fabric of her shirt tickles both of her palms as they shift to perch atop of the swell of her hips. the tips of her fingers barely dip within the confinement of her pockets, eyes remaining upon his countenance with brows slightly furrowed in concentration. it's the scent of his blood that encourages her nose higher within the air, even awakening something deep within. perhaps it was the bond naturally created between the two as his ward, her blood almost immediately wishing to magnetize with his own, but it takes whatever strength she would need to prepare for an attack to hold herself back from him.

how ironic it was, considering how overwhelmed the female could easily be if in place of his own aura. she couldn't help but ponder if she too, somewhat, overwhelmed him. although her eyes were trained on him, the second her mind slipped away to give the question a second thought, he'd dissipated before her. selena's head whips to the right and left in attempt to upkeep his location, although each whisper of her name almost blatantly encouraged her eyes to shut. with her better judgement they remain wide open, alert even, but as the familiarity of his touch brushes amongst her lower back, selena almost desperately turns with a plea for more of his touch, whether it be silent or vocalized. after being pinned against the tree, as well as the fleeting touch to her lower back, she'd give it all to vocalize her want for more. she stumbles over her feet to face the open field before her and sighs.

the sigh didn't manage to linger a second longer, for she could feel jacob's presence now behind her. unlike earlier in the evening when she was admittedly taken by surprise, her breath fails to even hitch in response to the very touch she'd longed for. crimson hues flutter as the wind begins to tickle her jaw in particular, a spot now tainted by his blood once more. if she could pick, she would be the muse to his paintings as long as she were his canvas, and his blood were his paint. the only breath that manages to shakily slip through her tiers is the moment his front presses against her back and electricity pumps through her veins starting from the very ear that his lips brushed upon.

"and then?" her voice is barely a whisper as the words form without a second thought. her head had managed to tilt in order for her tiers to run along the dampened segment of his palm to furthermore collect the wasted liquid amongst her tiers in order for the taste to dance upon her tastebuds. there's an instinctive need to furthermore rock back and forth between the balls of her feet, thighs brushing together with the tip of her tongue sweeping along his palm. selena was far, far from her better judgement at this point, instead allowing herself to open up the cage of desire. her eyes, crimson now reflecting the excitement plummeting throughout her body, meets the open field once more, but not for long.

she manages to turn within his grasp with absolutely no takeaway of proximity. "if i find myself within this proximity with a lycan?" the question is continued, albeit being rhetorical from the start. with her index and middle digits delving within a belt loop of his bottoms, she tugs him even closer with ease to once again replicate the lack of distance upheld as she was pinned against the tree. but this time, there was nothing for her to figure out. all she had to do, and all she did, was lean in to furthermore take away whatever distance mingled between them with a fervent kiss.

@❛ selena gomez he could tell that she was listening, absorbing the information he had to share with her, and he was impressed. proud. more than anything, though, he was beginning to feel confident in her abilities (or rather, what abilities would develop over the course of their training as there was still much that she had to learn). she was stronger already, he noticed, than many other vampires her age, and he couldn’t take credit for that. sure, she could’ve peeked into his memories, learned from seeing him train over and over in her mind, but the /will/ and the /want to/ was present, which is something that cannot be taught.

golden eyes coruscating high in contrast to the moon’s ghastly glow, he traipses along the branch, balanced and skillful. “Good.” he whispers, though he knows she can hear him. “If you’re forced into close proximity with a lycan, your best chance at both killing it and surviving is to overwhelm its senses. Remember, when they’re in their wolf form, their senses are heightened to a point past even ours.” as he speaks, the death dealer brings his hand to his mouth, taking one razor sharp fang against the flesh of his palm. several liquid rubies land on the branch below him, while his lower tier remains painted ruby. “You have to be everywhere and nowhere to do this right, and change the very air around you. If you overwhelm them, keep them searching for you, then you can stay out of their reach, slaughter them, and disappear again.” he waits for a moment, before he speaks again. “It is at least ten times more difficult to overwhelm a vampire’s senses, so if you can overwhelm /me/, then you’ll have no issue with a lycan. Now, try to keep track of me, you’ll see what I mean.”

with that, his voice dissipates into the wind, his body seeming to follow as he takes a flippant step back and off the branch. the bushes seem to take too long to react to his arrival, because as they rustle, he’s already gone. leaves crunch beneath nothing, his boots long since lifting from them, and the blood that leaks from the wound on his hand is weaving a spiderweb of his scent, so that, to her it would seem as though he was all around her.

even the moon seems to work in his favor, shielded by clouds so much so that the only clearly visible section of the forest was the center in which she stood. he calls her name in fantasmal whispers, seemingly from every shadow, the fleeting touch of his fingertips brushing along her lower back, encouraging her to spin around and look for him.

it’s only the moment she does that he encircles her, boots planting themselves where her feet were previously facing, though her back was to him, now. one arm snakes around her waist from behind, the other cruising through the very ends of her ponytail for his hand to run along her jaw, splaying out over the expanse of her cheek, spreading his crimson signature over her skin once again. his thumb hooks itself around her chin, though his grip is nowhere near a menacing level, but rather only so to demonstrate that she had been vulnerable to attack from this particular angle. from this position, the vampire cannot help himself from guiding her backside directly against him, his taut chest colliding with her shoulder blades. her scent was all over him, yet again, to the point of driving him to madness. “Then, you separate the head from the body,” he whispers, lips dragging along the shell of her ear. “Don’t ever hesitate.”

@❛ jacob kiszka there was absolutely no hint of an ego tickling selena's countenance, the knife now stained with jacob's blood tucked between her own waistband of high waisted jeans. her hands run over the swell of her hips, settling atop her waist as continual pants send forth throughout her parted tiers. glad she was able to at least release herself from his grasp as instructed, the female could point out the flaws on her own without him doing so. she wasn't very experienced, sure, so the execution taken certainly could've been expected. her nose crinkles in distaste, for she could've done better, but that's what they were here for. for her to learn. it's impossible for her to immediately know everything when she hadn't even needed to face a situation like these before.

needle-like fangs brush over the swell of her lower tier, crimson hues running over his body. even from this distance, she could feel how he'd pressed against her, how the warmth of his breath coated her tiers like snow falling on the street on a cold winter day. like it belonged. no, she warns herself. focus. the tips of her fingers dare press into her sides as if in attempt to control herself. her head tilts up just as he's spoken the word, overlooking the tree she'd previously been pressed upon with a nod. the information is soaked within her brain, every spoken synonym going within one ear and being absorbed and processed as it should. there was a fear that selena wouldn't take any of this in, but she did have to consider that she did once pass the bar exam to become a lawyer. it's within her second nature to be attentive, to remember things. and, well - she didn't want to let him down, nor leave with him feeling as if he'd wasted his time. a part of her wanted him to be proud.

it was .... alluring to see him within this state, and while she didn't think he was attempting to show off, whatever he was doing was still working. she'd only seen him like this once at the nightclub, other than that, she'd never really gotten the chance to see his abilities on display. her teeth are unforgiving amongst her tier, the tip of her tongue lapping between to collect the unanticipated liquor tainting her tiers as if it were a lipstick's doing. "up," she begins to repeat with a nod. "got it." her eyes shift to where he motions, where they'd begun, and she begins to saunter forward until she reaches her bag when she reaches down to grab the blood bag to sip from, then setting it down as she continues back to the spot.

"okay." she nods, remaining still in place as instructed. she can feel the ends of her strands tickling her cheeks, with encouragement by the wind. this time, a smile tickles at her tiers and she allows them to etch upwards as she looks at him. "ready." she murmurs softly, running the pads of her fingers over her arms.

@❛ selena gomez ᵃˡᵉˣᵃⁿᵈʳⁱᵃ ᵇᵉˡˡᵉʳⁱᵛᵉ he stares. hard. moments pass and it seems like she’s working things out in her head, trying to find the best course of action. with brows knit tightly together, he refuses to give her hints, though he wishes to. she, along with everyone else, must learn their own lessons. this was the statement that he repeated internally to keep himself from spoon feeding her the options. he wanted to see her make no mistakes at all, to be as agile and deadly as he was, but that was impossible, at least for now. as he had told her previously, she was much younger, and had so much left to learn. however, as he sees the crimson come alive in her eyes, he has a lurking suspicion: she would be a quick learner, and fatal in a short amount of time. hell, she would’ve even made a good death dealer, but the idea of her bending to the elders’ will sends a sick twisting straight to his stomach. no, he would see himself broken thrice over before he allowed her to become their warrior. the elders had enough, they had taken enough, they couldn’t take her, too.

when his nose brushes hers, he has the most powerful urge to lean in and plant his lips against hers, yearning to feel that familiar sensation of her pair molding against his own as if they were designed to fit together. however, he hasn’t too much time to fantasize about what kissing her felt like, for the gentle scraping of her foot against his calf muscle brings him back to the present. only moments later, he hits the ground with her, and emits a guttural sound as the wind is knocked from his lungs, eyelids fluttering for a moment as he lay there.

a moment is all he needs, however, until he can rock backwards, jumping from his lying position on to his feet. Selena has done as instructed, and Jake nods in approval. “The legs were a smart choice, but you have to be faster in deciding. It should be second nature to you, the moment your arms will no longer do the task at hand, then your legs must. You don’t have time to think.” he gestures to her, afterwards. “When you need to escape, always go /up/.”

punctuated and displayed by his boots practically springboarding him off of the solid earth, the death dealer seems to levitate within the air, as if the wind itself were carrying him to a high branch, where the toes of his raven boots land first, followed by the soles. his hand outstretches to rest against the rough bark of the tree. “Lycans do climb, but they have much more of an advantage on the ground. They’re too big, their balance is difficult to maintain. If you can keep the high ground, then you’ve a much better chance of survival.” his hand flees to gesture to the center, where they’d originally started. “Stand right there, don’t move. Allow me to demonstrate first, and then I want you to replicate, yes?”

@❛ jacob kiszka a faint grunt is accompanied with the movement of her body being jerked forward against his chest, brows furrowing as her fingers tighten around the handle of the knife. so, perhaps this wasn't the time to make jokes - not as though he'd laugh anyway. he was really focused in on this, serious, and it shouldn't have been surprising to selena. but it was, just a tad, though it was even more attractive to her as she observed him. her eyes lower to overlook the x shape now daunting her chest by her own tanned flesh, and as her head remains tilted down, her eyes flicker upwards to meet his own.

the feeling of the tree wasn't the most comfortable, but she'd felt worse. her back arched just a tad, seemingly meeting his weight half way as he presses into her. there's a split second where selena was tempted to replicate the taps upon her chest from the day they'd spent with each other, just to hear and feel how her heart would ripple against her ribcage within this moment. she wished he would hear it, too, so she wouldn't have to ever succumb to vulnerability and form words with the nerves that he brought to the surface. she wished her body would be able to speak for itself, and perhaps one day it would. but now wasn't the time. her tiers are parted, puffs of air formed before them as her lungs release each exhale short and steady.

selena hadn't forgotten how it felt to be beneath him, not when it'd been on her mind consistently, but this certainly didn't make it any better. her eyes dare to flutter as his breath meets her ear, fingers flinching once more against one another. yet, with her screaming at herself internally, she manages to remain steady and composed. her teeth gnaw upon the inside of her lower lip, eyes opening once more as she's instructed once more. this time, selena allows herself to stray from her better judgement. her head manages to turn and to stare straight ahead at him, but due to how close he'd allowed himself to get, the side of her nose immediately brushes against his own. while it may seem as though she was doing this on purpose, she was just attempting to buy time, because honestly? she wasn't sure how to get out of this. after a quick and careful rundown of what her options were, there was only one. her legs.

not one word is spoken as her eyes pour into his, not even an elevation of her brow as if to challenge jacob. her eyes do, however, lower to overlook the rest of his visage and how close he was, because she could feel his breath naturally intermingling with her own. the first movement made was by her right foot, but it just naturally presses against the outside of his own to run up the length of his calve and down once more. soon enough, however, she's planting her foot onto the ground - anyone would've fallen, but the grip he upheld gave her some kind of an advantage. her left leg manages to sweep between her right leg and his own to curl around the side of his knee in order to sweep his leg up. her body falls with his with another grunt and she manages to free her wrists before /running/ just as instructed.

once she felt as though she was at said safe distance, she turns back to him with a raise of her brow. "how was that?"

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@❛ selena gomez ᵃˡᵉˣᵃⁿᵈʳⁱᵃ ᵇᵉˡˡᵉʳⁱᵛᵉ Selena was, admittedly, faster than the death dealer had expected her to be, and thus harder to keep track of as she weaves in and out of sight. leaves rustle, but only moments after she’s already disappeared from the shielding of them, even the air itself seems to move slower than her, and though he allowed his ears to do most of the tracking, scent came in handy as well. on top of that, there was the unnatural advantage of him being her sire. it was the one thing that could hinder the training, because he would always have this invisible tie to her, always able to locate her, and she him.

however, as soon as he feels her against his back, and hears her voice ringing out in the cool night air like a big, flashing target, his palm comes down heavy on her wrist, fingers curling around and digging in as he jerks her against his back harder. she had the knife in her grip, true, but now /he/ had /her/. “Don’t get cocky,” he barks, with his brows furrowing together. “You’re faster than lycans, but they’re much stronger.”

as if to emphasize the fact that she would be greatly outmatched in strength, his arm extends, careening abruptly to force her own into a v shape and press the side of her fist against her shoulder. his free hand grabbing her other, it soon is met with the same fate, the side of her fist forced against the opposite shoulder until her arms form an X, and he takes one step, successfully pushing her lithe frame against the bark of the tree and pressing all of his body weight against her.

with his body against hers again, albeit with pesky clothes in between, his brain starts to short circuit, and he’s forced to physically remind himself of his objective, though his mind wanders, what he wishes his hands could. he can almost feel the flare of her hips if he were to them and pull her lower half against his groin, the thought coaxes a grunt to his lips, though easily defined as a reaction to the ferocity with which he pushes himself against her. “You must never let them get their hands on you,” his voice is but a whisper against the shell of her ear, husky and dangerous. “/Never/ attempt close quarter fighting. And never let your guard down.” his eyes are zeroed in on her features, mostly hidden by the apple of her cheek from the angle at which he holds her hostage. his head dips, just slightly, so his lips can graze against her earlobe. “If I had ill intent, you’d be dead right now.”

his boots dig into the dirt on either side of her feet, his stance basic. the truth of the matter was that lycans didn’t have the extensive training that Death dealers did, and they wouldn’t consider every possible way for her to escape the grasp he has her in now, while he knew very well what channels he’d left open, and he’d done so on purpose; mimicking the way a lycan might hold her. he feared one day he might need to train her to kill vampires, too, but that was not this night. “Get out of my grasp, and make sure you’re a safe distance away /before/ you parade around with false bravado this time.”

@❛ jacob kiszka selena's eyes are completely narrowed in on how the blade encircles repetitively through the air, but the moment it's met within jacob's palm is the moment her teeth grit together. although she didn't particularly know what to expect from this, she certainly didn't expect it to be easy, especially when he explicitly said that he wouldn't go easy on her. the scent of his blood is enough to distract her for a split second in time, but it wasn't too long until she found herself concentrated once more -- this time, completely locked in on him. 'your instincts will need some work', sure, but they're the best when she's able to concentrate completely on the subject before her.

she follows every single maneuver on jacob's countenance, whether it be caused by the tickle of the night's breeze or by his own doing. she can see the movement of his muscles, hear the pattern of his breathing and even as fabric is shifted to accommodate to whatever trick was up his sleeve. her eyes, hued a darkened crimson similar to the liquid within the blood bag to her right, narrow in on him. more specifically, at the waistband of his jeans - which, might i add, she was tempted to remove, even. don't let those thoughts and feelings distract you, she warns herself, brows knitting together.

that's it? get the knife? it had to be some kind of trick, for she was aware she couldn't just walk up to him and take it back. those same eyes trained on him squint for a moment, attempting to read him, before she dissipates within the forest between them. her speed comes in handy, her breath even held within her lungs to prevent him from being able to precisely follow her - though she was aware he could probably follow her every move, still. she crosses him multiple times, continuing to re-enter the forest until finally using her claw-like nails to mount up the tree he'd previously hidden behind, quickened steps hurling her into the open air as her legs tuck in to plunge her into a front flip on the way down. shortly after, she's landing a mere centimeter behind him, her front brushing against his back as she simultaneously swipes the knife from the confinement of his jeans.

"that's all you've got for me, kiszka?"

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@❛ selena gomez ᵃˡᵉˣᵃⁿᵈʳⁱᵃ ᵇᵉˡˡᵉʳⁱᵛᵉ “Clearly.” he notes in response to her statement, crossing his arms over his chest as he watches her pull her hair back. why was it that the sight of her with the weapon clenched between her teeth was so ? that, seeing her fangs hook over the handle of the knife and create a femme fatale’s visage, her eyes sharp and concentrated? it was such a strange thing to him, being drawn to something so simple, so mundane, and yet here he was, momentarily caught off guard by her beauty, disarmed and beguiled. “Your instincts will need some work, but that comes with time. It isn’t something that can be taught as easily.”

it’s in the way her muscles shift beneath her skin, her stance changing, that he can tell she was going to throw again, long before she even had. centuries of watching his enemies had given him such an advantage; he knew what to look for. that was why he was already prepared. the blade slices through the night air once again. this time, with enough force and speed to make catching the handle impossible. his hands come up, clamping down on the blade. he’s able to stop it with minimal effort, although the corner of his left brow twitches, a thin stream of crimson trailing down his forearm only moments after. the force at which she hurled it had been underestimated by a fraction. his eyes turn on her, head cocking to one side as his tiers part. “Better.” turning the knife, now freshly decorated in his blood, around in his palm.

“Let’s try something else.” he murmurs, before wedging the blade in between his belt and the waistband of his pants, practically on display. the handle of the weapon nudges his navel from atop the thin fabric of his black v-neck. easy pickings, or at least, that’s what it’s meant to seem. a couple of liquid rubies hit the ground before the wound on his palm heals itself. “Now,” he starts, almost taunting her as he takes a couple of steps forward. it isn’t enough to close the space between them, but plenty to put the trees (and the possibility of being trapped against one) behind him, both arms outstretched, a raven’s wings just about to take flight. “Come take your knife back, Little one.”

@❛ jacob kiszka her posture wasn't great, showing everything she was within this moment: a pure amateur that literally lacked any hint of knowledge regarding weapon use, that is, if she weren't looking into jacob's memories. she finds herself tempted to do so, however, she holds herself back. crinkling her nose, her back straightens after she'd thrown the knife before practically tripping over her own shoes as it returns, landing right within the sunken grass beneath her feet. selena's brows knit together in question, and her tiers even part, but before having the ability to vocalize her questions, she hears him.

"jacob," she greets, and her head tilts upwards just as it did when his fingers pressed beneath her chin before making his departure through the darkened halls of the manor and from her room. the tips of her fingers flinch, for she could practically feel his touch lingering not only upon her chin, but on every centimeter throughout her body. even the most sacred pieces had been tainted by him and although he was far away, it continued to spread throughout her veins like wildfire: the way his lips ran over her skin, how he'd spoken to her, entrusted her with everything that he was and even made her feel something she'd forgotten how to feel. alive. love. so many things that'd become so foreign because of one thing, him, were soon brought back like water rushing through a broken dam. "you scared me, i didn't know you were here."

overlooking his figure from afar, her hues slowly lower towards the knife before her and she blinks. "that was just my first-- i'm sure i can do better, uh." crouching down to tug it out from the ground before twirling it between her fingers. there's a hint of a smile daring to tickle upon the corners of her tiers. one step taken forward with her right leg but she pauses - she had every intention of walking up to him, shoving him against the stupid tree standing behind him and kissing him as a greeting, but maybe within this setting she wouldn't receive such a good reaction. so her grip tightens around the handle of the knife before she raises it and tucks it between her teeth. svelte digits elevate to suffuse throughout her darkened strands, collecting them at the top of her head before locking them in place. she's staring as she does so, eyes running over his entire countenance as the churning feeling within her stomach returns. butterflies? it sounded so dense to use such a word at this age, but it's precisely what it was. she'd spent whatever moment with herself fantasizing over their endeavors, and she continued to do so silently before him.

if she was going to concentrate, her hair would need to be taken care of. it still brushes between her shoulder blades alongside the wind bustling across her being beneath the moonlight, and her eyes remain on jacob as she retrieves the knife from between her teeth. running the pad of her thumb over the blade, her arm is quick, quicker and stronger than before as she chucks the knife towards the tree behind him once more.

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