So you're what all the fuss is about

Well, if nothing else, Ember seemed to be amusing the Syndicate femme at the very least, so maybe her humor was on point. Absinth continued to ensnare her in her languid circling movements, keeping Ember penned in while she teased her and tempted her. Absinth's remark about not entertaining Sephiran even more a moment did bring a bit of delight to Ember, her lips curling up in a small smirk. Seemed not even everyone in the Syndicate liked that monster... The promise of Absinth's more enticing symphony was a notion that made those butterflies in Ember's belly stir up into a frenzy, that anxious energy resonating through her body. Adrenaline rushed through her veins, coursing through her with every beat of her racing heart. Each touch, each purred word and sultry syllable, each promise of thrills and delights made Em feel like her body was coming to life in ways she had begun to discover on her own. The way Absi looked at her... it was an empowering sensation, but also made Em feel so feminine and flustered. Like she was the object of this fae's desire and was her prey at the same time. It was an intoxicating sensation.

Ember felt Absinth's whisper against her ear as much as she heard her purring words dripping with salacious seduction. It coaxed another quivering sigh from the young fae, his breathing now an unsteady stuttering as her body threatened to betray her mind before she'd even made it up. There was a tease and a taunt in her words. Ember was not inexperienced, but she was far from the avid lover Absinth clearly was. And Ember had never been with a fae before, just Erik, and even those sensations were still fresh in her mind. Em was at the height of her self discovery of sexuality, adrift amidst a maelstrom of raging adolescent hormones and carnal bisexual desires. There was no hiding the fact that Ember was yearning to explore and play, to learn about herself in physical lessons of the body and heart. But she'd been hesitant to explore the sapphic side of her hungers. Would now be the time she gave in? Would Absinth be the temptation that led her to discover the pleasures faes could bring one another?

As if reading her mind—or perhaps just her body language—Absinth brushed her lips oh so dangerously close to her own, then ran her paw down Em's chest, stealing her breath in a shaky sigh again. Those promises she made... of pleasure and peril, of ecstasy and agony... Ember nearly moaned out loud. She bit her lip to stifle the quiet whine that threatened to slip from her. Absinth wasn't going to just give her what she ached for; she was going to have to show how much she wanted it. But did she want it from her? The Syndicate bitch was pulling her strings like a marionette. Was she going to give in to her? What would the cost be? Did it even matter? Ember had come here to see what the Syndicate was all about, and by the gods, was she learning fast and firsthand! Absi commanded her to show her what she wanted and Ember exhaled hot and husky, cool eyes smoldering with a barely contained heat as their gazes met and held. "Princess" she teased her again. Or did she want Absi to lead? Oh gods, the thought of what she could do if she surrendered herself to Absinth's lead...

Ember's eyes steeled with resolve as Absinth coaxed her on again, even dubbing her with a new nickname Wildfire. In that moment, the Carpathian fae knew what she wanted to do. Although inexperienced in the ways of sapphic pleasure and lust, Em knew that the start wouldn't be indifferent from being with a brute. No sooner had Absinth's words left her lips, Ember's muzzle was rushing forward to crush against hers in an urgent and clumsy kiss, letting instinct and desire drive her body. Fire rushed through her veins the moment her mouth met Absinth's, eyes closed as she let these new sensations overcome her. Soft needy growls rumbled in her throat as her body pressed closer to the other woman's, their chests meeting until Ember could feel Absi's plush fur mingling with her own silky coat. The heat smoldered inside of her, threatening to engulf her wholly. There was still that tension, that anger and urge to strike out at the Syndicate, but now there was a hunger she felt for the fae her lips were currently locked with. Absinth had wanted Ember to show her what she wanted. Well, Ember was fucking showing her now.

"Ember Carpathius" | "Carpathian"