[Alucard's hum is pressed against Sypha's skin, muffled by the fabric that is in the way. There's another hand that needs to be occupied now, but there's a pressing matter for Alucard and he takes just a moment to undo the fly of his trousers and pull them and his underthings down.
That hand then goes to Sypha's waist, grip firm but not daring to go further. Not yet. Not without her sayso.]
You were saying about not being overthrown, dark mistress?
[Alucard's eyes flick up, careful to observe exactly where Sypha has been brought between the two. The best part is the way she's breathing now, temporarily without words and spoiled for affection. When he laughs, low and dark and heady, it is against her breast again.]
I'd say this is a successful coup, wouldn't you my friend?
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[Alucard's hum is pressed against Sypha's skin, muffled by the fabric that is in the way. There's another hand that needs to be occupied now, but there's a pressing matter for Alucard and he takes just a moment to undo the fly of his trousers and pull them and his underthings down.
That hand then goes to Sypha's waist, grip firm but not daring to go further. Not yet. Not without her sayso.]
You were saying about not being overthrown, dark mistress?
[Alucard's eyes flick up, careful to observe exactly where Sypha has been brought between the two. The best part is the way she's breathing now, temporarily without words and spoiled for affection. When he laughs, low and dark and heady, it is against her breast again.]
I'd say this is a successful coup, wouldn't you my friend?
[He means Trevor.]