The Cliffs of Insanity

Opening his eyes to Flint again, Cadmus reached over and brushed his knuckles along the young Vampire's jawline. Leaning in, he touched his lips to Flint's, but did not truly kiss him. It was a gesture, one of promise of the Ambrosciata to come. Of course, no Ambrosciata would be engaged in this night. Sometimes you had to caress the crude beast in order to persuade it into the slaughterhouse. Cadmus felt Flint sharply takein a breath as the Plenipotentiary ramped up the attentions and intentions. And then Flint took the offering of the kiss by pressing in to Cadmus, fully engaged in his essence. The dark surrounded their indulgence, the predator and prey, spiralling in an exquisite dance of unspoken desire. Cadmus placed his hands at the sides of Flint's neck, pulling him even closer, allowing the youngling to fully immerse himself in Cadmus Pariah's wicked and luxurious beauty.