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“Here, love,” I said, rushing forward and opening the door for her before bending and taking the bags off her. No girl of mine was going to be hefting hulking - and they were hulking. For someone with so many morals, bird’d taken to stealing like a duck to bloody water, if you ask me - great bags about town for herself, that’s for damn sure. Call
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No, you know what, sod that.
I stood up quickly, pausing for a moment and looking down at her for a minute as she rocked herself. The sight of it stirred something inside me, that old familiar mix of annoyance, love and duty. Dru used to do act like this…and even she only did it she was at her worst. How the hell did Tara get from happy to this in half a sodding hour? Then it struck me; she was hungry…probably craving…
Wonder if she’d been thinking about what she really wanted to eat? Or what the demon wanted to eat, that is.
Opening the microwave, I grabbed a mug of blood and took it to the table, setting it down before returning to where Tara was on the ground and kneeling in front of her.
“Tara,” I said firmly, grabbing her shoulders gently and stopping the rocking motion, trying to bring her back into the real world. “Now listen to me love, you’re just feeling confused but there’s nothing wrong with this blood, it’s not even human…only thing that got hurt here was the three little piggies.”
Great time for a joke, mate, I thought as I took her face in my hands, cursing the soul the whole time, but trying not to let her see how angry I was. I was fast beginning to see that this wasn’t going to work, her being this hybrid creature. I was going to have to take matters into my own hands…and I would too, see if I bloody don’t after this.
“Those cravings, they don’t come from you they come from the demon and you’re in control of it, remember? You showed that by not jumping on the first tasty morsel you saw.”
“C’mon pet,” I said soothingly, pulling her to her feet. “You need to eat…you’ll feel better when you do…”
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In an instant it was gone, I drank the entire thing, never taking my eyes off of him till I put the mug down. I let my hair cover my face as I wiped my mouth, feeling ashamed and embarrassed at what I'd done.
"T-there's..." I started to speak but got up instead, pulling the second mug out of the microwave and bringing it over to him. "H-here." I smiled slightly and handed it to him, reaching with my other hand to stroke his cheek. "I-I'm sorry Spike...I'm s-so sorry..."
With a sigh I sat down and closed my eyes, almost feeling as the blood filled my system and made the pain go away. "S-so much to learn." I murmured, pulling off my jacket and tiping my head back, sighing softly.
I felt eyes on me and I didn't even bother moving when I spoke. "What? What's wrong baby? Drink, you need it as much as I do." I turned and looked at him, grinning slightly. "Or do I have to drink it myself, make you come and take it back from me?" I couldn't help but shiver at the thought of that, there was just something about him biting me that got me going. This was a feeling I was ok with giving into.
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She seemed better though, clearer, thank fuck. She got up and brought me a mug of blood and it was all I could do not to devour it myself just like she did. I didn’ t though, I had a feeling she needed it more than I did right now…’sides, there was probably a bit more left over in the fridge that I could down later on when I knew she was feeling better.
"What? What's wrong baby? Drink, you need it as much as I do."
But before I had a change to slip the mug towards her and tell her that perhaps she was the one that needed it more, she spoke again and as usual, said the thing I least expected.
"Or do I have to drink it myself, make you come and take it back from me?"
Oh, fuck yeah. Just the thought of sinking my fangs into her blood warmed throat…but how the bloody hell did she change her mood so fast? I couldn’t figure it out…then again, I don’t know if I gave a toss…in fact I kinda liked it…
Wanted me to take it back off her, huh? Well, I’d be happy to oblige, as usual it was always anything she wanted. I grinned at her, the corner of my mouth quirking as I narrowed my eyes and pushed the mug towards her slowly, holding her gaze. My cock hardened in anticipation.
“Drink up, then,” I said, my voice low and filled with arousal. “Always liked yours better anyhow.”
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It makes me want to do it more.
“Drink up, then...Always liked yours better anyhow.”
I kept my eyes on him as I brought the mug to my lips and drank slowly, maybe a bit to slow, but I liked teasing him. It wasn't about me verses the demon or anything like that, it was about desire and want. Both of which I felt for him, I always felt for him.
"Mmm...so good..." I smirked slightly, and looked over at him. There was something in his eyes that terrified me and turned me on all at the same time. I can live to be his age or more but I'll never figure out why I did what I did next.
I moved towards him and looked up at him with big innocent eyes. "Is um something wrong Mister?" I bit my lip to keep from smirking, the girl inside me blushing crimson. "Is there um something on my neck? A-are you ok?" I twirled a locke of hair around my finger and batted my lashes, putting my hand on his lap as my thumb ran over his inner thigh, barely touching his cock. Something inside me told me he liked this sort of thing, the innocent playing or whatever, and it was ok with me. Maybe it gave him the illusion that he could still hurt people, that he wasn't so useless. I didn't think he was but if it helped him I'd do it.
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As she finished up, I realised I was running my eyes over her luscious body, my eyes returning to her neck each time. She did look hotter than hell in that getup and the teasing way she was downing that blood…
"Is um something wrong Mister? Is there um something on my neck? A-are you ok?"
Fuck. My stomach was growling and my cock was hard and I was bloody amazed at how she could have me annoyed one minute, worrying about her the next and then bloody hot as hell for her. But then, that’s what she was, wasn’t she? Bloody amazing. I had a feeling she’d never stop surprising me. ‘Course whether or not that was a good thing I couldn’t say.
Her hand just barely brushing against my dick was the last straw.
“Enjoy that, sweets?” I murmured, slipping a palm up the inside of her leather clad thigh. Her legs fell open and I grinned. Trained her well over the last couple of nights, that’s for bloody sure.
Took the mug from her hand and set it down on the table, watching as she squirmed when my fingers started to rub her crotch. She let out a soft whimper and that was all it took for me to lean in and capture her lips. Kissing her roughly I slid my hand over her tight leather pants and pulled the zipper down. I slid my hand inside slowly; I wanted to play with her gorgeous little cunt as I fed on her…if she still wanted to let me, that was. After what we’d agreed last - and considering her delicate condition - it’d have to be her choice so just to be sure, I asked again.
“Hungry,” I murmured against her lips, slipping my free hand up her body and wrapping my fingers around her throat. “Can I?” I asked, as my finger slipped over her clit.
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His other hand wrapped around my throat and I shuddered, random things coming to mind of what he could and what I wanted him to do to me ran through my mind.
"Hungry...Can I?"
Opening my eyes slowly I looked at him, shaking a bit from his fingers on me and I decided to keep this other game of ours going. "B-but mister..." I bit my lip and looked around, my body shuddering and moving closer to him when each stroke of his fingers over my clit made me shudder. "I-it's so w-wrong mister...ohhh you s-shouldn't be t-touching me..."
A small moan escaped my lips and I shivered against him again, my mind flooded with ideas still of what I had urges for him to do to me. Slipping from his grip around my neck, mostly to make the thought of him wrapping his belt around my neck and fucking me out of my mind, I leaned my head against his shoulder, taking in his scent.
I closed my eyes tightly and nuzzled against his neck, brushing my lips against his throat. When I spoke I tried my best to sound scared and not turned on as I really was. "P-please...please Mister...don't hurt me..."
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Sod asking. Sod being polite. If this was the game she wanted to play, then I had no problem with playing right along. And bugger me, if she didn’t make the prettiest, lushest little victim, even when she was lying through her teeth. Mmm, I loved it when she came over all innocent and sweet…
I kept rubbing her clit, dipping the tips of my fingers into her to feel how wet she was. Oh yeah, coming along nicely…now, if her pants just weren’t so bloody tight. Just as I was thinking of ripping them off her, she dropped her face into my neck and I felt her lips graze my throat.
"P-please...please Mister...don't hurt me..."
Aw, fuck…she was really going to be the bloody death of me, ‘course I’d die happy, so who the hell gave a toss.
“Don’t worry, sweetie,” I said reassuringly, slipping into my role as big bad easily; it was a game I knew well, after all. “I won’t hurt you.”
I ran the hand that was holding her throat, ‘round the back of her neck and into her hair and slipped into game face. God, how I wished - just for a second - that I could smell that first blossom of fear that most people let off when they first saw it. Oh well, once I was feasting on her I doubt I’d care one way or another.
“It’ll feel like heaven,” I murmured against her neck, before I pulled back a little so she could see my face. “Don’t you go squirming now.”
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“Don’t worry, sweetie...I won’t hurt you.”
Ohhh but you will...and I'll love it...Bet you can't wait till I beg you to hurt me...
I swallowed and blinked the thoughts out of my mind and relaxed when his hand was in my hair, I could feel his face shift and I wondered for a moment if I was doing the right thing
“It’ll feel like heaven...Don’t you go squirming now.”
His fingers flicked over my clit even faster as he spoke, not giving me time to speak as I felt my first orgasm start to pull at my gut.
I opened my eyes and looked at him, a bit of panic shooting through me when I realized he was going to bite me when I came. Maybe I shouldn't, maybe I wasn't so sure about this, maybe...
There wasn't time for second guessing and I gripped his thigh harder, my body shuddering as I felt myself starting to fall over that edge. His fingers tightening in my hair did nothing to calm me, only made me cry out when he tightened them.
"S-spike..."
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As I felt her grip onto my leg and start to come, I pulled her head back roughly, exposing her neck and plunged my fangs into her sweet flesh. The idea of biting her still carried the briefest moment of sheet panic and fear of the ball crunching pain of the sodding chip - yeah, just bloody call me Pavlov’s dog - but I was fast getting over it. Her sweet, slightly warm blood flooding slowly into my mouth did a lot to help, let me tell you.
I felt her shudder violently and come as I sucked deeply, swallowing once, twice, three times before pulling away and pulling my fingers out of her pants. She was panting, and looking a might sated, and my belly was full but I was far from finished…she’d just whetted my appetite, that’s all.
Grabbing her by the hips, I lifted her onto the table and stared tugging off her pants. Vaguely, I heard the cups smash on the floor but I had other business to attend to, getting my cock inside her.
Climbing onto the table with her, I bend to lap at the cool blood trickling stickily out of the wound on my neck and started to undo my pants.
“Like that then, did you?” I murmured.
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