Redo of Fic: Another
It started out as a blind date and now she’s here in a 23-dollar motel. I only went to that restaurant so I could find pleasure.
We pay no attention to the cigarette burned sheets as I push her on top the bed that has been used by the prostitutes that infest this place. The bed squeaks but I can’t hear it over her intakes of breath as I unbutton that red blouse and lift off her bra. Her pale skin is yellow in the cheap lamp’s light. That shiny red hair is dull and flat. I’m not interested in her skin or hair though. I’m here for something else. I’m here for something that I need.
I grab her breast and lick my way down to her belly button. She gasps when I let my mouth linger over her hard nipples. Her skirt is gone and forgotten on the floor. No panties. She went to that restaurant for something else, too. A different reason from mine, of course.
I place my hands on her thighs as I take full view of what I’ve longed for. Her head goes back elongating her neck. I stroke her with my hands just to test her. Yes, she is slick, ready. Constantly I touch her. Constantly she gasps and moans. I spread her legs farther…this is what I want.
Her perfume can’t mask the distinct human pheromones. I can feel her blood pumping faster, her body heat rising, her shivers of satisfaction. I kiss the soft skin of her inner thighs. My tongue plays with her clitoris and she whimpers. I want her more now. I slide my tongue inside her. Her moans are now louder and her deep breaths deepen. Thin walls are no concern for her.
She’s squirming under pleasure. My grip strengthens on her thighs… If she moves too much, I won’t get what I need. My mouth opens wider as she opens wider. I can see her fingers are pulling at the sheets, her ribs rising and falling, her face is clenched, about to climax.
She screams out in ecstasy. She likes what I’m doing. Moan, moan, moan… Yes, that’s what I like. The blood fills my mouth as my fangs bite into her soft tissue. Her ecstasy intensifies when I suck slowly. I want to savor the sweet iron taste. It is not often that you are allowed to feed.
Her hair flows over the sheets and the blood mingles with it. The red of her hair seems pale compared to the red of her blood. It is intoxicating to watch the still warm blood soak into the sheets and glisten at the edges. Soon, the blood stops flowing.
Her moans become quieter. She is breathing slower. Her body is getting weaker. Her grip on the sheets is loosening. She whimpers something softly about more. I can’t give you more; you are dead.
The thick smell of blood lingers outside the motel door. I inhale one last time before I shut the door. Raking my hands through my hair, I walk towards my car, sated for the night.
~Saki
We pay no attention to the cigarette burned sheets as I push her on top the bed that has been used by the prostitutes that infest this place. The bed squeaks but I can’t hear it over her intakes of breath as I unbutton that red blouse and lift off her bra. Her pale skin is yellow in the cheap lamp’s light. That shiny red hair is dull and flat. I’m not interested in her skin or hair though. I’m here for something else. I’m here for something that I need.
I grab her breast and lick my way down to her belly button. She gasps when I let my mouth linger over her hard nipples. Her skirt is gone and forgotten on the floor. No panties. She went to that restaurant for something else, too. A different reason from mine, of course.
I place my hands on her thighs as I take full view of what I’ve longed for. Her head goes back elongating her neck. I stroke her with my hands just to test her. Yes, she is slick, ready. Constantly I touch her. Constantly she gasps and moans. I spread her legs farther…this is what I want.
Her perfume can’t mask the distinct human pheromones. I can feel her blood pumping faster, her body heat rising, her shivers of satisfaction. I kiss the soft skin of her inner thighs. My tongue plays with her clitoris and she whimpers. I want her more now. I slide my tongue inside her. Her moans are now louder and her deep breaths deepen. Thin walls are no concern for her.
She’s squirming under pleasure. My grip strengthens on her thighs… If she moves too much, I won’t get what I need. My mouth opens wider as she opens wider. I can see her fingers are pulling at the sheets, her ribs rising and falling, her face is clenched, about to climax.
She screams out in ecstasy. She likes what I’m doing. Moan, moan, moan… Yes, that’s what I like. The blood fills my mouth as my fangs bite into her soft tissue. Her ecstasy intensifies when I suck slowly. I want to savor the sweet iron taste. It is not often that you are allowed to feed.
Her hair flows over the sheets and the blood mingles with it. The red of her hair seems pale compared to the red of her blood. It is intoxicating to watch the still warm blood soak into the sheets and glisten at the edges. Soon, the blood stops flowing.
Her moans become quieter. She is breathing slower. Her body is getting weaker. Her grip on the sheets is loosening. She whimpers something softly about more. I can’t give you more; you are dead.
The thick smell of blood lingers outside the motel door. I inhale one last time before I shut the door. Raking my hands through my hair, I walk towards my car, sated for the night.
~Saki