Witty repartee is lost to him -- so is the ability to assure Damian that Iseul will, indeed, take all he wants from the vampire. Perhaps night tonight, but very soon. Alas, words must wait. They're driven from his mind as Damian breaches him. Every inch of him clings tightly to the vampire as he sinks deeper, spearing Iseul open in the most delightful of ways. Pleading whimpers spill from the fae, each punctuated by hiccuped gasps.

With all his vivid imagination, Iseul could never imagine something so perfect at his moment. This moment in the midst of the garden he had planted only for Damian, entwined together under the light of the stars and bathed in the scent of flowers. Nevermind the bite of tree bark into his back and the way he hits the trunk too hard every time Iseul lets his head fall back. A little pain never bothered him before, why should it now? Why when it's so easily overshadowed by the bliss of Damian's body moving against him and inside him?

Oh, how he squirms, using whatever purchase he can find to try to move his hips, to encourage Damian deeper. Gravity certainly helps with that part. Unrestrained 'oh oh's pass his lips and he's torn between whether he truly wants the vampire to remain still a moment more or fuck him like some rutting animal. Clinging more tightly, Iseul claws at Damian's shoulders in desperation.

"Damian..." his voice is pitched higher than normal as he pleads for something more. "Damian, please..." I want you, I need you. I'm yours.