Blood - 6/13/11
The glass of blood in her hand tasted of dull copper and iron, cold and flat despite all the heat she had applied to the liquid within. It dulled the huger coiling within her, driving away the need without satisfying it. It was not what she wanted, not what she had promised her other self for the evening, but it was necessary. The hunger dulled as she sipped from the glass, forcing the tepid liquid down her throat and replacing it with wine from the opened bottle left out.
She stood before the objects arraigned carefully on the end table by the end chair, reviewing again the lists and rules in her mind. Constraints she placed upon herself for this night, precautions if she failed herself. Desire required risk though, and right now she desired this more than she had desired anything before. And so the room was prepared, the soundproofing complete, the object found.
Thinking of him as anything more than an object would make this night impossible. She kept her face showing nothing as Marius let him into the room and shut the door behind him. A hand waved him to the room’s only seat as she moved to the window.
“It is not too late to back out.” It is not too late for you either… not too late to give up this idea, deny what you are. Just pretend that you do not hunger, do not want. Pretend this never happened to you, pretend you do not have to do to him what was done to you.
His voice was soft in her ears. “We made a bargain. I keep my end of it.” She took an unneeded breath to steady herself, before turning back to the couch.
Binding his eyes was the first action she took, keeping him from seeing anything she did and keeping her from the pain of seeing what she would be doing reflected in his eyes. It was powerful, to feel the pulse under her hand as she caressed his check. He was warm, so warm, smelling of cologne and something that was pure male underneath it all. She tied his hands behind his back next, fumbling a moment with the unfamiliar task.
She slid onto his lap and kissed him, savoring the warmth under her lips with a cool detachment. There was just something about the way his pulse danced under her hand that made her struggled for control. The red haze beckoned for an instant before she managed place her beast back in her cage. It was so hard, with the warmth of a living being against her and the knowledge that what she desired was so close.
It was easy to be kind at first, knowing just where to touch to drive his desire. Where the touch of nails made him cry out with pleasure and pain and where a nip against the skin brought her closer to her true desire. It was easy enough to slide his shirt aside and run her hands long his skin.
Her hands trembled as she unfolded the straight razor. The scent of blood hit her as she draw the blade down one shoulder in a shallow cut. She bent to taste the blood against his skin, the rich warmth as the trickle burned a path down her throat. Deep within her, the beast uncoiled, reaching for more than she had allowed it. There was only the presence of mind enough to slip a wad of cloth between his lips before she lost all control.
A red haze came over her gaze as her fangs slipped out. His skin parted so easily under her lips, as the rich taste of his life flooded into her. Even his whimpers faded away in the bliss of his taste, the sheer ecstasy of what she could take from him…
So warm.. life, bliss, taking everything she wanted...
... hunger, denied so long, curling into every part of her...
... whimpers against her ear, heat still pressed against her leg...
... crimson and so warm, just so perfect, just like when he took from her...
She pulled back with a struggle, barely remember to lick his skin and close the marks behind her. She was so warm now, he was so warm and alive under her hands. His lips tasted of cherries still, her nails scored a line from his waist as she still wanted more, wanted to feel skin against hers and take pleasure as she wished.
But he was too warm. She pulled back confused for a moment as to why she was kissing someone so warm, why the lips were not cool against her own. Her skin burned, but this was not what she wanted, not who she wanted. It would be so easy to push this farther, but that would make her no better than her sire.
It took effort to pull herself away, to slip the bonds from his wrists and eyes, to ignore the want and desire as he looked at her. Sending him away was so hard, but if he stayed, she would not be able to stop herself a second time. And this… she would control this. Control herself, so that she could have what she wanted. Who she wanted.
Until then, everything was bliss as she enjoyed the satisfaction of her hunger for the first time in months. The guilt was so easy to ignore….
She stood before the objects arraigned carefully on the end table by the end chair, reviewing again the lists and rules in her mind. Constraints she placed upon herself for this night, precautions if she failed herself. Desire required risk though, and right now she desired this more than she had desired anything before. And so the room was prepared, the soundproofing complete, the object found.
Thinking of him as anything more than an object would make this night impossible. She kept her face showing nothing as Marius let him into the room and shut the door behind him. A hand waved him to the room’s only seat as she moved to the window.
“It is not too late to back out.” It is not too late for you either… not too late to give up this idea, deny what you are. Just pretend that you do not hunger, do not want. Pretend this never happened to you, pretend you do not have to do to him what was done to you.
His voice was soft in her ears. “We made a bargain. I keep my end of it.” She took an unneeded breath to steady herself, before turning back to the couch.
Binding his eyes was the first action she took, keeping him from seeing anything she did and keeping her from the pain of seeing what she would be doing reflected in his eyes. It was powerful, to feel the pulse under her hand as she caressed his check. He was warm, so warm, smelling of cologne and something that was pure male underneath it all. She tied his hands behind his back next, fumbling a moment with the unfamiliar task.
She slid onto his lap and kissed him, savoring the warmth under her lips with a cool detachment. There was just something about the way his pulse danced under her hand that made her struggled for control. The red haze beckoned for an instant before she managed place her beast back in her cage. It was so hard, with the warmth of a living being against her and the knowledge that what she desired was so close.
It was easy to be kind at first, knowing just where to touch to drive his desire. Where the touch of nails made him cry out with pleasure and pain and where a nip against the skin brought her closer to her true desire. It was easy enough to slide his shirt aside and run her hands long his skin.
Her hands trembled as she unfolded the straight razor. The scent of blood hit her as she draw the blade down one shoulder in a shallow cut. She bent to taste the blood against his skin, the rich warmth as the trickle burned a path down her throat. Deep within her, the beast uncoiled, reaching for more than she had allowed it. There was only the presence of mind enough to slip a wad of cloth between his lips before she lost all control.
A red haze came over her gaze as her fangs slipped out. His skin parted so easily under her lips, as the rich taste of his life flooded into her. Even his whimpers faded away in the bliss of his taste, the sheer ecstasy of what she could take from him…
So warm.. life, bliss, taking everything she wanted...
... hunger, denied so long, curling into every part of her...
... whimpers against her ear, heat still pressed against her leg...
... crimson and so warm, just so perfect, just like when he took from her...
She pulled back with a struggle, barely remember to lick his skin and close the marks behind her. She was so warm now, he was so warm and alive under her hands. His lips tasted of cherries still, her nails scored a line from his waist as she still wanted more, wanted to feel skin against hers and take pleasure as she wished.
But he was too warm. She pulled back confused for a moment as to why she was kissing someone so warm, why the lips were not cool against her own. Her skin burned, but this was not what she wanted, not who she wanted. It would be so easy to push this farther, but that would make her no better than her sire.
It took effort to pull herself away, to slip the bonds from his wrists and eyes, to ignore the want and desire as he looked at her. Sending him away was so hard, but if he stayed, she would not be able to stop herself a second time. And this… she would control this. Control herself, so that she could have what she wanted. Who she wanted.
Until then, everything was bliss as she enjoyed the satisfaction of her hunger for the first time in months. The guilt was so easy to ignore….