04-24-2017, 10:03 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-24-2017, 10:07 PM by Stillwater.)
Stillwater
She softened as he returned her kiss, met her lips with the tender touch of his. Finally, she was bending for him again, pliant and warm. Not so heated as she was before, but enough to make his blood warm too. Enough to make those gray eyes just a shade darker, deeper. Enough to send little sparks of electricity through his veins as she leaned into his affection, encouraging him further with her breathlessness and the eagerness in her starlight eyes.
His mad hunger tugged him elsewhere though, drew his mouth to her throat. She tilted her head to give him better access and he moaned against her, delighted to oblige for both of their desires. He kissed her there, deep and tender, tasting her skin, savoring the thump of her heart on his tongue. But it wasn't enough. He needed the heat of her smooth blood in his mouth, down his throat. He needed to be sated, to be filled with her.
Saliva pooled on his tongue in anticipation, giving her that rattled command. Cut. It was better if she did it, less pain. These flat teeth could rip and take what he needed, but it would hurt. Needless pain. A waste. He was a monster, and also, sometimes he wasn't. But she pulled back and looked up at him, and he settled his eyes on hers and held that uncertain gaze. Even when her magic called the light, he didn't look away from her. Even as it hardened, sharpened to a lethal bladed edge, he stared back into her eyes.
She hesitated, and he stayed, he stared. He trusted her in this moment despite the magic so close, and she trusted him too as she made the cut, freed her blood for him. He thrilled at her compliance, drank in the wide-eyed uncertainty and the surprised gasp at the sting of pain. His eyes were fever-bright with the scent so near, calling to him, but also soft and.. caring. Merciful? Perhaps.
She pressed closer and he dipped his mouth to hers again, teasing her lips with kisses so gentle and deep. She could trust him, too. She couldn't before, but here and now, at this time, she could. He couldn't say it in words, could never put it to words, but he told her with his body pushing firmly against her, Trust me, with his mouth sweetly claiming hers, Trust me. Maybe she was right. Maybe she was his. Trust me.
And he found himself at her throat, hovering over the intense craving sitting there so free for his taking. Breathing it in, aching for it. Something in his mind tickled at his senses, and he smiled. Amused. The man still fought for her, so smothered and helpless, no match for his strength and power. So useless, so feeble. He reached, passed his tongue from the bottom of her blood dripping and so very slowly to the perfect wound she'd made for him. There again, the kick in his mind, and he barked a chuckle. Fool. Don't want to crave her when I'm gone? Sounds like a personal problem.
With a jolt of movement, he secured his mouth around her, clamped his jaws and latched on. He threw an arm over her shoulder, clutched her to him even as they lost their footing and sloshed in the water. It swelled around his mouth, burned in his nose, but he dragged her back upright and kept the steady pull on her tap, drank and filled himself with another jerk to pull her closer. He drew it from her with an eagerness, a deep need. Hot and smooth, so clean, so perfect. Too much would make her weaker though, and somewhere along the way he'd decided to let her live. Let the man deal with the consequences of that until he could take his fill of her again. And again.
When she began slipping, the haze fogging her eyes and the dizziness making her sluggish, he dragged her by her throat toward the shore, still pulling, still tugging. Just a little more. So perfect. Why wouldn't he kill her, again? He could wake her back up, get her nice and heated, give her what she craved too. Why did he spare her? Maybe so he could have it again, so he could have more. She could come back and he'd have more. So he maneuvered them to the shallows, dropped her to her side and stumbled on top of her, still refusing to let go. Mmm, but he was well and sated. Well enough, anyway. Maybe he could give her the other thing she wanted.
He released her with a reluctant groan, tucked her chin further up on the shore, keeping her nose out of the water. Bright, gray eyes stared down at her, resting on his belly in the water at her side. He couldn't even tell if she was aware or too far lost in the haze as he lowered his mouth to hers again, kissed her tender and sweet before he leaned closer and rested his head across her back. He placed a last kiss to her shoulder, then with a quiet sigh he receded. Let the weak back in as she wished.
He groaned through the thickness in his skull. Should he have a headache? He didn't. Could feel the water licking at his body, lapping at the body beneath him. Another dead one? Must he kill them all? But a heartbeat beneath his chin, so faint but still strong. He slid a heavy eyelid open and peered at it, registering the color, the scent. His eyes flew open and he lurched his way to her head. No. No, no no no. Fuck! Not Luster. Goddamned --NO.
Luster, his voice was strained and urgent, nudging at her cheek, searching her with wide and worried eyes. Ah, man, this was bad. How long had it been? What were they doing before? He couldn't remember, couldn't think. When was the last time he saw her? Luster, he tried again, desperate for a response. Dammit, she'd better live through this.
His mad hunger tugged him elsewhere though, drew his mouth to her throat. She tilted her head to give him better access and he moaned against her, delighted to oblige for both of their desires. He kissed her there, deep and tender, tasting her skin, savoring the thump of her heart on his tongue. But it wasn't enough. He needed the heat of her smooth blood in his mouth, down his throat. He needed to be sated, to be filled with her.
Saliva pooled on his tongue in anticipation, giving her that rattled command. Cut. It was better if she did it, less pain. These flat teeth could rip and take what he needed, but it would hurt. Needless pain. A waste. He was a monster, and also, sometimes he wasn't. But she pulled back and looked up at him, and he settled his eyes on hers and held that uncertain gaze. Even when her magic called the light, he didn't look away from her. Even as it hardened, sharpened to a lethal bladed edge, he stared back into her eyes.
She hesitated, and he stayed, he stared. He trusted her in this moment despite the magic so close, and she trusted him too as she made the cut, freed her blood for him. He thrilled at her compliance, drank in the wide-eyed uncertainty and the surprised gasp at the sting of pain. His eyes were fever-bright with the scent so near, calling to him, but also soft and.. caring. Merciful? Perhaps.
She pressed closer and he dipped his mouth to hers again, teasing her lips with kisses so gentle and deep. She could trust him, too. She couldn't before, but here and now, at this time, she could. He couldn't say it in words, could never put it to words, but he told her with his body pushing firmly against her, Trust me, with his mouth sweetly claiming hers, Trust me. Maybe she was right. Maybe she was his. Trust me.
And he found himself at her throat, hovering over the intense craving sitting there so free for his taking. Breathing it in, aching for it. Something in his mind tickled at his senses, and he smiled. Amused. The man still fought for her, so smothered and helpless, no match for his strength and power. So useless, so feeble. He reached, passed his tongue from the bottom of her blood dripping and so very slowly to the perfect wound she'd made for him. There again, the kick in his mind, and he barked a chuckle. Fool. Don't want to crave her when I'm gone? Sounds like a personal problem.
With a jolt of movement, he secured his mouth around her, clamped his jaws and latched on. He threw an arm over her shoulder, clutched her to him even as they lost their footing and sloshed in the water. It swelled around his mouth, burned in his nose, but he dragged her back upright and kept the steady pull on her tap, drank and filled himself with another jerk to pull her closer. He drew it from her with an eagerness, a deep need. Hot and smooth, so clean, so perfect. Too much would make her weaker though, and somewhere along the way he'd decided to let her live. Let the man deal with the consequences of that until he could take his fill of her again. And again.
When she began slipping, the haze fogging her eyes and the dizziness making her sluggish, he dragged her by her throat toward the shore, still pulling, still tugging. Just a little more. So perfect. Why wouldn't he kill her, again? He could wake her back up, get her nice and heated, give her what she craved too. Why did he spare her? Maybe so he could have it again, so he could have more. She could come back and he'd have more. So he maneuvered them to the shallows, dropped her to her side and stumbled on top of her, still refusing to let go. Mmm, but he was well and sated. Well enough, anyway. Maybe he could give her the other thing she wanted.
He released her with a reluctant groan, tucked her chin further up on the shore, keeping her nose out of the water. Bright, gray eyes stared down at her, resting on his belly in the water at her side. He couldn't even tell if she was aware or too far lost in the haze as he lowered his mouth to hers again, kissed her tender and sweet before he leaned closer and rested his head across her back. He placed a last kiss to her shoulder, then with a quiet sigh he receded. Let the weak back in as she wished.
He groaned through the thickness in his skull. Should he have a headache? He didn't. Could feel the water licking at his body, lapping at the body beneath him. Another dead one? Must he kill them all? But a heartbeat beneath his chin, so faint but still strong. He slid a heavy eyelid open and peered at it, registering the color, the scent. His eyes flew open and he lurched his way to her head. No. No, no no no. Fuck! Not Luster. Goddamned --NO.
Luster, his voice was strained and urgent, nudging at her cheek, searching her with wide and worried eyes. Ah, man, this was bad. How long had it been? What were they doing before? He couldn't remember, couldn't think. When was the last time he saw her? Luster, he tried again, desperate for a response. Dammit, she'd better live through this.
go down with me, fall with me, lets make it worth it