Entre l'Amour et la Mort, chapter 26, part 1

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Title: Entre l'Amour et la Mort
Author: P-L
Fandom: The Hollows, AKA the Rachel Morgan Series, Rachel/Ivy
Rating: M (Okay, this one chappie rates above that, NC-17)
Disclaimer: Those characters belong to Kim Harrison. I'm just having a little fun with them.
Summary: A run gone wrong sets events into motion, events that lead to a bittersweet realisation... and the birth of Rachel's worst nightmare
Warning:  Mind the rating... seriously, this part has the longest, most graphic sex scene I've ever written.



Chapter 26

The room beyond was comfortable, if a bit nondescript; a dresser, two bedside tables on either side of the king-sized bed, a large mirror, a closet and a love chair with another reading lamp in the corner. A large painting of a snow covered winter landscape hung on the wall. A plush cream coloured carpet covered the floor, matching the thick coverlet, the lampshades and the light woods of the furniture. The air smelled a bit cloistered and artificial, which was to be expected considering not a breath of fresh air could make it down here underground without help, but other than that, it was as perfectly acceptable a guest bedroom as the rest of the Tamwood-Randall estate suggested.

"Not bad." I said as I glanced around. The door behind me shut with a faint click that made me swallow softly with nervous excitement and anticipation, the sound announcing Ivy and I finally had some real privacy. On purpose Ivy made a soft shuffling sound as she drew near, exacerbating the feeling and drawing it out until I could feel her at my back and I was jittery with anticipation and longing. The vampire's strong arms snaked around my waist, tenderly pulling me close so that her body and mine moulded together, her chin resting on my shoulder and her long, sighing exhale tickling my cheek. I relaxed into her touch, letting my eyes flutter close in content at the way our bodies fit so well together for a second before we started getting sweaty.

"Hmm, I know how to make it better." Ivy breathed in my ear before gently kissing my jaw.

"How?" I asked as I moved into her touch, her lips and naughty tone making me shiver.

"Well, I was thinking it would look lovely with your clothes scattered all over. Don't you agree?"

"Mm, it's an idea, but if I can suggest a little alteration to that plan, I think it would look even better with your clothes all over as well." I suggested saucily.

"You're right. Oh, how I love the way you think, Dear Heart." Ivy chuckled, her nimble fingers taking the first steps in our home makeover plan on the buckle of my belt. I whirled around as the leather band slipped from its hoops around my waist, my hands going straight for Ivy's hair, tugging her close to kiss her deeply while she worked skilfully at removing my dark skirt. One after the other, every article of clothing I wore was strewn about the room, until I was left in nothing but my underwear. I even stepped out of my shoes, leaving our height difference even greater than before and Ivy looking just a little bit daunting as she hungrily loomed over me. It came with the territory, what with her being an immortal predator of the night, and I couldn't honestly say I wasn't turned on as well.

"There's no need for that, is there?" She murmured in a husky voice that would have, once upon a time, had me carefully withdraw from the room in a minor fit of panic. Undeterred by the hint of intimidation, the vampire crowded closer to me, pushing me back until the back of my legs hit the edge of the bed. In a blink, I found myself staring at the ceiling rather than her naughty black eyes, Ivy having shoved me onto the bed. A little stunned, I propped myself up on my elbows and brought her back in my field of vision, my jaw dropping at the sight of her. With seductive slowness, the vampire was swaying her body from side to side, her long nimble finger deftly working the buttons of her shirt to teasingly reveal the snowiness of her humbly sized but perfectly shaped breasts, the sheer, lacy bra that contained them, and as her fingers moved lower, the drop of blood of her ruby piercing caught in her navel and the tautness of her lean stomach. The last button popped and the shirt fell completely open, aided by her fingers trailing back up to part it further, brushing against smooth skin and the soft swell of her breasts up to her neck. The motion led my eyes right back to hers, her sparkling, lustful obsidian orbs capturing mine, even more captivating that the perfect body she was sensuously exhibiting for me. A whisper of breath escaped her lips, and even though she was probably too far for the sensation to have anything to do with displaced air, I felt it dance upon my skin along my collarbone and twirl about my neck like the softest silk ribbon. I shuddered once, hard, and promptly decided I didn't want to wait for Ivy to take off what little clothes I had left on herself. Once she was done with the lovely show she was putting on, I wanted us straight to business.

Seeing me fumble clumsily with my bra and slip my panties down my legs, Ivy smirked like the cat that ate the canary, the sight of me naked (and almost ready to start without her; just saying, patience never was my strong suit) not making her speed up at all. With a dancer's grace she spun around, showing me her back as she slipped her shirt leisurely off her shoulders, undulating her hips hypnotically from side to side while it fell down her arms and slid to the floor. Deftly, she undid her own belt buckle and took off the length of leather, improvising a prop for her little show, holding behind her back and using it to make her lean, feline musculature play fetchingly for my devouring eyes' benefit before cracking it like a whip and discarding it to the side. I yelped in surprise, and glowered at her a little, but in her state of increasing undress I found it impossible to hold on to what little ire I could muster, which only fed the vampire's already inflated ego. Teasingly, she hooked her thumbs into the waist of her dress pants, hinting at unbuttoning them before using them to enticingly trace the contours of her hips with a sly wink at me. Three times it looked like she would let me see if she wore the panties that matched this lovely bra, each time eliciting a louder groan from me until she finally popped that damn button. The silk fell from the pronounced and shapely curves of her hips like water to gather around her ankles, loose enough that she didn't need to take off her high heels to step out of them.

"Better close your mouth before you drool all over yourself." Ivy mocked me with a fond, smouldering smile, startling me. In my eagerness to ogle every inch of her, I'd done another impersonation of Rachel the horny goldfish. "I want you all wet, but not like that."

"Well, I think that's one accomplished goal." I muttered embarrassedly as I wiped my mouth, just in case, blushing a bit at my body's wanton reaction. "How about you get over here now?"

Looking impossibly smug and self-satisfied, the vampire shook her head in response, the motion swishing her long black hair to the front of her body, covering much of her lovely chest from view, to my chagrin. Again, she whirled around to show me her back as she took off her bra. Holding it to the side to show me her upper half was now completely exposed, she flicked it away and came full circle, using one of her arms to hide her breasts from view, the hand of the other running down the muscles of her stomach, drawing my eyes to the slip of lace that covered the most intimate part of her. She naughtily chewed on her lower lip as she hooked her index on the thin strip of fabric holding her panties in place, feigning to debate whether or not to remove them. I growled impatiently in response, but my eyes were riveted to her fingers, following their most minute motion, only leaving them when she pulled the panties far enough away to show me a hint of her impeccably trimmed pubes. Inch by tantalising inch she pushed the last piece of clothing she had on down her endless legs, her creamy thighs, her shapely calves and finally to her lovely feet still propped up on stylish black back torture implements. Gracefully, Ivy freed one of her legs from the tiny garment, but before I could rejoice at the impending sex, she kicked her panties straight in my face with unerring accuracy, in a feisty display of her vampire abilities. I gave a startled gasp as I pulled the lace from my face and found a hungry vampire, with an equally hungry look in her black eyes staring at mine inches away. Reflexively I shimmied away, to Ivy's obvious delight. The vampire gave me chase, very closely, crawling half over me on all four until my back hit the headboard. As soon as she had me cornered, she was straddling my legs, her arms trapping me; her lips were on mine in less than a second, swallowing my surprised cry as well as my following moans of satisfaction.

She's just lusting after you. I reminded myself as Ivy didn't go for my jugular. It's eagerness, not bloodlust. My worry died down as the seconds of kissing gave way to minutes, her mouth firm and soft upon mine, her tongue dancing with mine while her fangs were denied any action. Her hands held me close while my own began their long awaited exploration of the soft expanse of skin of her back and the luscious heaviness of her hair. It was a perfect start to what I was sure would be a memorable night... right up until Ivy decided to nuzzle my throat. Her initial eagerness died down into uncertainty and hesitation, despite a sound of approval from me born from the feel of her lips on the thin, sensitive skin there, the vampire going still and inhaling my scent deeply before doing the last thing I expected.

After a second holding in her breath, Ivy abruptly let out a short chortle of laughter. She let her forehead rest against my shoulder for a short while before rocking both our bodies down to the bedspread, manoeuvring to place herself at my back, her figure moulding itself against my every curve in a very, hum... post-coital manner, as if all of a sudden we'd had our fill and she wanted to contently hold me while we drifted to sleep.

"Huh, Ivy, I hate to ask again, but what do you think you're doing?" I asked the vampire now spooning me out of the blue, wondering where the sexily dominating woman had disappeared to. Despite the clamouring of my lady bits for her attentions, she wasn't doing anything at all. "I know I'm getting more flexible when it comes to bumping uglies, but I'm not going to move on that one. Cuddling comes after sex. Not before. This really doesn't work for me." I spelled it out, shifting a bit uncomfortably in hopes of alleviating the pulsing ache within my core.

Once more, Ivy chuckled, her face burying in my hair and her chest vibrating against my back. She wouldn't let me move, damn her, and her position gave me a very good feel of her succulent breasts that I desperately wanted to fondle and pinch and cup and -blargh!

"Sorry, Dear Heart." Ivy apologised, apparently finding something very funny because she was still chuckling, even though we were pressed naked together and I was all hot and bothered and so very willing to let her have her way with me... and she preferred to laugh about it rather than ravish me. "We have a small unforeseen problem. Stop wiggling." She ordered and locked a solid steel leg around both of mine when I tried to grind my ass against her, hoping to make her move already. "I'm afraid I won't be getting it up anytime tonight, so to speak. It's not your fault." She hurriedly added before my insecurities, brought about by her recent striptease, could make me say one self-derogatory word. "You're as gorgeous as ever, but..."

"But what?" I asked curtly. If her tone had been different, I might have been worried, but I was in sexual limbo, and I wasn't in on the joke that made her laugh her ass off at my back, and possibly my expense. It made me a little bitchy.

"But it doesn't change the fact you smell like Erica. You're positively covered in her scent. It wasn't all that noticeable when you were wearing clothes soaked in my old scent, but now, it's making things difficult, to say the least."

"What? You mean I smell repulsive?"

"No! No, definitely not." Ivy laughed and planted a chaste little kiss on my shoulder. "God, between your scent and hers, you smell like sunshine and happiness and everything worth fighting for. I can't help biology, though. I think she smells wonderful, but I'm still wired not to be turned on by Erica under any circumstances, even if her scent is mixing with yours. It's..."

"A natural safeguard in case you lose your mind and entertain thoughts of snacking on her." I recited from memory what Reed had told me when we rescued Ivy's baby sister. "I know. It's why Erica found your blood so gross when you fed it to her. Too much DNA in common. Shit."

"Something like that, yes." I felt Ivy nod. "Imagine trying to have sex in a cold shower, and you'll have a pretty good idea what it's like for me right now. It's physiologically impossible for me to want you until you stop smelling like her."

"I feel I could have sex in the cold shower right now..." I grumbled. "Hell, I'll take twenty showers if it gets me laid tonight." I offered weakly, knowing it probably wouldn't do much good. Evolution had made a vampire's scent notoriously difficult to remove from one's body. Erica's scent would cling to me until it either faded on its own with time or another vamp's scent overpowered it. Obviously, that's why Ivy wouldn't let me move, and why she was nuzzling me everywhere. She was working on the problem, but it could take all night to get me smelling like her instead of her baby sister... and fuck me if her nose, lips, hands, breasts and calves rubbing against me everywhere helped with my sexual frustration!

"Oh, come on!" I exclaimed, the pitch of my voice getting higher the lower Ivy's touch got. "I can't possibly smell like her there!" I couldn't conceive the anatomical possibility of Erica's scent having made its way to that low and sensitive spot where Ivy was touching me, but it didn't stop her hand's delicious stroking motion. Under normal circumstances, I would have been more than happy about it, but I knew there was no follow-up to that coming, and I was going nuts! "Ivy, y-you got to be kidding me..." I stammered, panting after her hand brushed against the underside of my breasts. "You're practically sexing me up a-already. You don't have to lick me or anything, just-just use your fingers, go through the motions, or-or God help me, I'll..." Whatever I was about to say was drowned out in a groan of pure frustration. I swear to God, I was on the verge of tears, and she'd only been at it for a few minutes. I could NOT endure a whole morning of this.

"I'm so sorry, my little witch." Ivy murmured in my ear, sounding anything but. "I know what this must feel like to you, but I really don't think I can do anything really libidinous to you right now. To me this is really more like tickling you than anything else. As good as it feels to hold you, I could go all night like this and never get turned on. Get on your belly, please? I'll start on your back." She asked pleasantly, nudging me with firm, gentle hands until she got my reluctant self on her stomach. The vampire immediately climbed on top of me, her legs coming on either side of mine, her hands pressing down on my shoulder blades, effectively pinning me down while she started rubbing my back and shoulders. Her massaging caresses were almost a relief... at least until her lips started following her hands' lead. With languorous slowness, she ran her fingers down my spine, spreading tiny butterfly kisses in their wake, all the way to the small of my back and back up again.

"Jesus, j-just stop!" I begged her. "If you're gonna do this all day, then I quit! I'll sleep upstairs! Better yet, I'll go home!" After I use up all of your parents' cold water... I added mentally. Shut up. It made loads of sense to me.

"This is the only sun-proof room left in the house, and I'm not letting you drive during the day if your eyes are really as sensitive to sunlight as you said." Ivy countered me from about the height of my hips, her lips never missing a goddamn beat. "Besides, that's only delaying the inevitable. If you want us to have a sex life again, we're gonna have to do this sooner or later. Might as well be now, right?" She added reasonably just as she pushed away from me, letting me breathe a sigh of relief only to make it worst again, this time by laying squarely on top of me and slowly rubbing me with her whole body, like a big tabby cat in heat (yet somehow incapable of getting turned on... seriously, fuck me). With one hand she pushed my hair out of the way so she could nuzzle my shoulder and neck. My pulse shot up even higher than it already was when she closed in on my scars, because I'm sure I would have literally exploded if she set them off again. Being ready to give up my firstborn for her to fuck me was one thing, being willing to do the same for a bite was another. I'd threaded those waters once already, I didn't need to do so again.

"What the... wait a minute." A light bulb lit up in my lust-addled brain at the thought, making me blink. "Ivy, how come you didn't mind when Erica was with us in the study? You actually... drew blood back there... How did you do that?" Ivy ignored me, preferring to get me on my back rather than answer. "No." I shook my head violently, my eyes widening at the sight of the vamp looming over me like a gorgeous black storm cloud of pure sexual frustration. "You're not touching anything on that side unless you promise to follow through! I mean it- Iv-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y! Damnit, you pig-headed vamp!" I keened whiningly; of course, she didn't listen to me. Fluidly, she dove for my stomach, nuzzling and caressing exactly the same way she had on my back, only this time she was hitting much more sensitive buttons.

My hands shook pretty badly, but I managed to grip her long dark locks, tugging on them until I could get her away from my bellybutton and get her eyes level with mine. "Tickles! Cut it out!" I yelled at her, my voice clipping almost brutishly. "Answer me. How come Erica's scent didn't bother you when she was asleep on your lap?" I panted, my eyes narrowing at the way Ivy's brown gaze was twinkling. I had a growing suspicion I was getting played. "Did you lie to me?"

"Not at all." Ivy smiled innocently. "You do smell like Erica, although I think at this rate you won't anymore in a few hours." I groaned loudly at that insinuation. My eyes almost rolled back in their sockets at the thought of hours more of this torture. "It is a big turn-off." She whispered deviously in my ear, on her way to rubbing her cheek against mine. I had to brace against her shoulders to push her away before she could start again. "Rachel, I'd love nothing more than to go down on you, but you must understand I can't right now." She said airily, her eyes darting downwards for a fraction of a second to illustrate her thought. I would have blushed at the double entendre of my gesture if I didn't desperately want exactly what she was suggesting. As it was, it just made my state worse to think of her mouth between my legs, doing delightfully wicked... Guh.

"Then how did you manage to make out with me when Erica was around?" I snapped at her, bringing the subject of her sister's scent on me back up.

"Hmm. Well, that's a good question. How did I manage it?" Ivy cheekily wondered out loud. "I suppose I must have... held my breath?" She suggested, her mischievous smile broadening. For a second I thought she was joking; then I remembered her lack of dependence on oxygen, and I realised she was, and she was making me the butt of the joke.

"You held your... You ASS!" I yelled at Ivy, the vampire bursting out laughing as I did. Seeing red, I reached above my head, scrambling for any object I could use to bludgeon her to death with. It only made Ivy's hilarity worse when I started pounding her over the head with one of the pillows. "You stupid, blood-sucking, blue-balling ass!" I yelled again, hammering her in time with my words. "You couldn't have mentioned that earlier? Sometime before I melted into a puddle?"

Ivy was still laughing, laughing so hard in fact that I managed to knock her off me with a mighty blow. Getting on my knees, I loomed over her, the pillow held high over the vamp, and brought my fearsome wrath down upon her over and over again, 'beating' her thoroughly with it until I was breathing hard and Ivy looked on the verge of spontaneously shattering her own ribs in laughter.

"You're gonna pay for that, Fang Girl!" I seethed when I finally paused, breathless for wholly different reasons now (though I was still feeling more than a little of the earlier ones). "You're not the only one who can go all night!" Can't get turned on, my ass! I raged at the sight of the obviously damp curls nestled between the laughing vampire's thighs; clearly, she'd been getting off on frustrating me. Oh, I was going to show her. This pillow would be the fluffy instrument of my all-mighty revenge.

Unfortunately for my righteous pillow-crusade reckoning, the second those words made it past my lips Ivy made her move. Quicker than thought, the vampire wrenched the pillow from me and shoved me back down, pinning me to the mattress with a hand on my chest and looking down at me with what can only be described as a shit-eating grin plastered on her face. Her teeth looked very, very white next to the curtain of hair that tickled my face as she lowered herself towards me, and I swallowed loudly at the sight. She wouldn't bite me now... would she?

"Aw, poor itchy-witch." She cooed in a perfect parody of my earlier tone instead, wrenching my narrowing eyes from her sharp ivory canines back to her amused gaze. "The big bad vamp is being so mean to you."

"I hate you." I hissed at her, but it didn't stop her slow descent. Since I looked ready to bite her face off, she wisely angled her mouth for my nose to plant a little kiss on the tip of it.

"It definitely doesn't feel like hate in here." She ran her fingers over the interior of my thighs, murmuring cockily before she vanished in a blink, leaving a little girly giggle hanging in the air.

"I mean it. You are the most loathsome- whoa!" Seemingly of its own accord my ass lifted off the bed, the firm pillow I'd been using to tenderize Ivy's face materialising beneath it when it came down, leaving my back slightly arched and my aching core vulnerable and exposed. Before I even had a chance to understand what was happening, Ivy nudged my knees apart to make room for herself to lie in between them, her arms looping below my legs and around my hips so her hands rested low on my middle, trapping me. Still peeved, I tried to wiggle out of her grip, but with a quiet half-purr, half-growl sound of warning, Ivy nipped me on the thigh, not quite hard enough to draw blood but definitely enough to snatch all of my attention; whether she did it to arouse me or to assert her dominance was really anyone's guess, but needless to say, feeling the sharpness of her formidable fangs made me go very still all of a sudden. Seriously, how the hell could she speak without a lisp with those things in her mouth?

"You know, the past half hour was entirely your fault." Ivy righteously declared once she was satisfied I wouldn't try to break free again, her little nip turning into a little kiss, and another, and another, slowly trailing down my thigh, getting my blood pressure up higher and higher as she drew nearer to her obvious destination.

"MY fault?" I spat, stung, at her, earning myself another pinch of her fangs. "You're the one who pretended we couldn't have sex." I yelped and added more quietly, though I was still tossing daggers at her with my eyes, despite the threat of her very sharp teeth so close to very sensitive parts of my anatomy. I wasn't sure if a bite there would be the most awesome thing ever, or whatever the polar opposite of the most awesome thing ever is, but as sexually frustrated as I was, I didn't feel too experimental.

"Hmm, no, I think you did that, all of last week, actually. As I recall I've been nudging you to spend time with me, but you never agreed. Maybe you should be a little more equalitarian when you offer yourself next time. I might get jealous that you spend all your time with another, younger vamp..." She trailed off, her lips just barely skirting my center before moving to my hip and onto my lower belly.

"I knew you were pissed..." I groaned, falling back on the bed with my hands covering my face. Swell, she was sooooo gonna let me have it. "Ivy, I didn't do it to piss you off, it had nothing to do with you at all. She was hurting, and crying and it just... happened. Be mad at yourself, you're the one who got me over my hang-ups about vamp bites!"

"No worries." Ivy shook her head, the movement causing her long ebony hair to tickle me. I almost twitched at the sensation, but her grip on me was so unyielding it didn't even show. "I'm not angry at you for donating blood to my little sister in her time of need. As a matter of fact, I think it was kind of sweet of you to take care of her like that." Ivy explained sweetly from a position that could either be described as 'perfectly suited for giving head' or 'really not fucking suited for a long-ass speech'. "I am a little mad at you for neglecting me at the same time, though. Really, all I wanted was one sleep over, one dinner date or even one little evening visit for coffee. I wouldn't even have minded if you brought her along, but even that was too much to ask." She sighed dramatically, meeting my glare over the length of my body with a look that was both naughty and strict. My ire faltered, and I swallowed loudly at the fire in her eyes, my mind coming up with all sorts of implications for being trapped in bed with Ivy while she was 'a little mad' at me. Maybe I should have heeded that earlier warning about locking myself in a room with her, because now, she looked like she was gonna take it out on my hide.

"Now, you're going to make it up to me. Oh, I won't be too cruel, I promise." She reassured me wickedly when I winced at that. "I don't have anything out of the vamp dating guide in mind. We're just going to have sex at a different pace this time, and you're going to be cooperative, eager and vocal about it."

"What do you mean, a 'different pace'?" I asked with wary hesitancy. Did she mean really fast and hard... or excruciatingly slow? I wasn't even sure which was worse. One could put me in the emergency room, sure, but the other could just as easily land me in a mental ward.

"I don't mean I'll pound into you with all my speed and strength. I don't want to put you in tractions, silly."Ivy 'reassured' me with a sinful laugh and a rub of her cheek against my thigh. "No, I mean quite the opposite. As a lover, you're wonderful, truly, so responsive I can barely keep myself in check around you. But you're so impatient too. It's like sex is a race for you. I can't say I'm not down for a quickie once in a while," she smiled, no doubt thinking about the fingernail scratches on the felt of Kisten's pool table, scratches she had left there in circumstances I did not want to know about, "but there's more to it than reaching orgasm, you know. You haven't given me a chance to truly draw out our pleasure since we got together. Now that we have all the time we need, I want to take you to the very brink, my little witch, and see how long I can keep you there. I want you to feel like your fulfilment is so close you can taste it on your tongue, and deny you until your sanity is slipping like water through your fingers. If you're a good girl, once you can't take it anymore, I'll let you to come undone; not before. "

Notice how she didn't add "and not after" to that last sentence? Okay, maybe she wouldn't let me have it after all, if you consider 'it' to be a violently wanted and desperately needed orgasm...

"You did that already." I pointed out what I thought was obvious in a tiny, winded voice, clearly affected by the surreal sexual quality of Ivy's grey silk voice. "Can we skip forward to the orgasm part now? Please? I promise I'll return the favour after." I offered, trying to sound enticing despite feeling like a boiling teakettle about to burst. Ivy clucked her tongue in response, her head slowly moving from side to side. "Once for every time Erica bit me? Once for every day of the week I so stupidly refused to see you? Over and over until I've got cramps so bad I can't move anymore or you pass out, whichever comes first?" Every offer was met with the same response. No, no, and no.

"You don't understand; it's not my own pleasure I crave, Dear Heart. It's yours." Ivy explained sultrily, her mouth now back at the junction of my hip and thigh, slowly moving up to my soft and exposed mound, making me twitch. She was so close now I could feel ghosts of her touch on the place where I desperately wanted her. Great, now my memories were jumping in on the teasing... "You gave me tremendous pleasure the last time, especially for a debutante, but I don't need you to touch me much tonight. I can assure you I'll follow you right over the edge when I finally let you fall. Pleasing you will be just as pleasurable to me as it will to you, so the more tremendous your orgasm, the more pleasure I'll derive from it."

"If that's true, then. Get. On. With. It." I whined in a clipped tone, my teeth gritting together. Damn, this woman was really starting to piss me off. She was the one who got off on delayed satisfaction, not me. "Go ahead already! Dig in! Please yourself on me, if that's what gets your rocks off!"

"'Dig in', really? Now you're being crude. And so very impatient..." She took her lips off me, making me fall back on the mattress, torn between relief and frustration. I shot right back upright when a flutter of cool air drew across the slick flesh of my most intimate parts.

"Wha-what-What are you doing?" I stuttered, the barely-there teasing positively maddening.

"What does it feel like I'm doing?" Ivy asked sultrily.

"Ivy, I want you to blow me, not- gah, blow on me!"

"Oh, is that what you want? I can never tell the two apart."

"You are being such a fucking- OW!"

"Don't swear in bed, Honey. I hate it. It's not attractive." Ivy chastised me off-handily as she released the pressure of her fingernails digging into my hips, her attention obviously elsewhere. She wasn't looking at me anymore, she was staring straight at my exposed sex, her pink tongue slowly running over her very red lips, wetting them and making them shiny in the subdued light from the nearby lamps in anticipation of what was to come. Using her fingers, she gently spread my nether lips, and as lightly as the brush of a butterfly's wing, she began to blow with horrible softness at my sensitive flesh, her plump lips I craved like a madwoman a perfect half-inch away.

"Fu-u-uck!" I cried out. Ivy was relentless, her exhalation going on and on and on, the cool current of air chipping away at my sanity until I couldn't stand another second of it. My hips bucked uselessly against the steel circle of Ivy's arms, my own arms and feet slipping on the coverlet as I scrambled for the grip I deluded myself in thinking could help me wrench myself away from her. My squirming did no good at all; my hips and buttocks, shaking with effort, remained firmly planted on the pillow, as effectively immobilised by the vampire's strength as they would be if someone had poured concrete over them.

"Try to relax. Breathe." Ivy whispered soothingly, her mouth still maddeningly hovering over that pulsing ache her breath was stoking. "I'll take care of you in a minute."

"Can't... I can't..." I gasped and twitched, my feet slipping on the coverlet when I tried to jerk towards her. Hoping to stave off some of the crushing waves of frustration, I gripped handful of my hair, but the painful tug didn't even take my attention off what she was doing for a second. "Iveedisisnfunnee-ee-ee!" I cried out the nearly shapeless words, unable to take it anymore. Flexing my abs, I bent my upper body towards her quickly and reached for her raven-wing locks in an attempt to pull her where I needed her, but, big surprise, my hands never made it to her hair. In a flash, Ivy snatched them out of the air and pulled them down, needing only one hand to pin them on my belly by the wrists.

"So impatient." She growled again. "This is not what I call being a good girl, Rachel. In fact, if you don't start behaving soon, I can promise I won't give you satisfaction." Oh, surprise, that promise didn't help me keep still, but after several seconds squirming under her stern black eyes, I managed to get my 'good-girl' act together enough for Ivy to stop teasing. With a sigh the vampire puckered her lips and lightly, much too lightly for my raging need, pressed them to my sex, kissing the most intimate part of me thoroughly and, despite her annoyance with my lack of patience, lovingly, before letting the tip of her tongue just peak out of her mouth, teasing the entrance to my body.

About damn time... I thought with the last of my rationality.

I went rigid as Ivy's tongue earnestly began to slide up and down and circling my clit. I actually managed to keep still for a little while, the mounting pleasure of her mouth on me and the promise for more giving me the will to do so. My body taut as a piano wire, I was almost crying in frustration by the time I neared my peak after an excruciating ascent, made frantic by Ivy slowing her pace so she could hold me there, denying me. I needed release so badly, I didn't care if I had to rip my hands off to get her to let go of me.

"This isn't going to work, is it?" The vampire reprimanded me when I uselessly tried to wrench my hands away from her grasp. I didn't want her slowing down, I wanted her to finish me off, damnit! "My God, Rachel, I'm just getting started." She complained, spacing out her words with broad, nearly aimless and unsatisfying swaths of her tongue, the little bundle of nerve she had just been divinely adoring, which was still clamouring for just a tiny bit more of her attention, going suddenly ignored. "You really need to learn some patience."

"Don't stop!" I begged her frantically, wanting her mouth and tongue back to work right this fucking second. "Ivy, please. Find your heart, for fuck's sake!" I canted my hips with all my uncoordinated strength, so violently that, for all the good it did me, I managed to loosen the vampire's hold for a fraction of a second. I didn't have time to do anything before my lover and tormentor caught me again, chuckling ominously.

"Fine, be like that. If you can't be pliant and cooperative like I want you to on your own, I guess I'll have to teach you how..." Ivy announced forebodingly, something sinister and dangerously sexual going on behind her black eyes, making me gulp in worry. "I'll let you go now, but I'll be right back. If you try to touch yourself in the meantime, you'll be making what's coming even worse for you. Do you understand?" Ivy warned me in a soft but inflexible voice. Without waiting for a reply, she crawled over to my mouth for a quick kiss then released me, getting off the bed and scanning the floor for something. I tried, I mean, I seriously tried to listen to what she had said, but I was so worked up that I failed miserably, and with no conscious effort on my part my hand made its way between my legs. Unfortunately for me, Ivy wasn't kidding when she said she wouldn't be gone for long, and I'd barely run a shameful and hesitant finger once up my sex that already she was back. With a playful growl, Ivy snatched my hand away, bringing it between us so we could both see the glistening of my need on the tip of my middle finger.

"What did I say?" The vampire slowly shook her head, looking amused and exasperated at once, and brought the finger to her lips, kissing, licking and sucking away the moisture until it was clean. My eyes widened at the feel of her tongue, and incredibly hot sight, of her, and she met them with a sultry look, slowly pulled my finger out of her mouth, smirked a bit at my expression...

"I said no touching."

...and promptly twisted my arm behind my back. I cried out in discomfort that bordered on pain, my protests going unheeded by the vampire whose knee was pressing down against my lower back. Effortlessly, Ivy grabbed my other wrist, showing off her law enforcement training (or was that her dominatrix streak?), and before I knew it, she had both of them tied up behind my back, using the belt she got off the floor to immobilise me. Desperately, I tried to wiggle out, but Ivy clearly knew what she was doing when it came to this kind of activities. The belt wouldn't give me an ounce of leeway, holding my wrists in place as effectively as a pair of cuffs would. I was left immobilised and helpless on the coverlet, naked, squirming and wiggling while an apex sexual predator that was less than pleased with me had me square in her sights. Mommy...

Being able to walk tomorrow suddenly seemed like a very farfetched idea.

"Mmm, you've got such a gorgeous body. You look scrumptious like that, little witch. I should definitely tie you up more often. I've got this pair of nice padded leather cuffs back home that would look great on you. They're much more comfortable than this thing, you'll see." Ivy mused as she took a second to appreciate her handiwork, her hands slowly running down the lean muscles of my straining back and my buckling shoulders as she made soothing sounds for my benefit, sounds that were about as calming as the snarling of a hungry panther. "I know you won't like this right away, Dear Heart," Ivy apologised in my ear, giving me no hint as to what 'this' would consist of, "but the sooner you relax and let go, the sooner you'll enjoy yourself."

"What are you up to?" I panted worriedly. Things were not going according to plan so far.

"Why spoil the surprise? You're a smart girl. I'm sure you'll figure it out soon enough." She sounded enthusiastic about whatever she had in mind, which made me very nervous considering how our little encounter had unfolded so far. With the ease granted to her by her superhuman strength, Ivy manhandled my struggling body to the edge of the bed, where she sat and promptly settled my belly over her lap, my back slightly bowed so my ass was sticking out in the air.

"Oh, you gotta be kidding me..." I groaned when I realised just what it was Ivy had in mind. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what this position was most suited for. Not something that was on my sexual curriculum, and I was in no hurry to add it. "You're not going to... are you?" No way. She couldn't possibly have that in mind. Her vamp strength was far too much. She'd break something. If she truly didn't want me in traction, THAT was not the way to go about it.

"Oh, yes I am. Have you ever been spanked, darling?" Ivy asked sensuously, her hand massaging my admittedly great butt, making me squirm with equal measure dread and... some really dirty feeling I wasn't comfortable examining closer. At all. "I'm not surprised. There's hardly a single submissive bone in you. I had a feeling you never let anyone do this. It's going to be a deflowering of sorts, then." Her following giggle? Creepiest thing ever.

"Here's how it's going to work. I'm going to touch you, and you're going to stay very still and take it until I decide you've been good enough. If you complain, or you struggle, or you try to come before I tell you to, this is what's going to happen..." Her hands left my ass, one of them pressing down on my shoulder blades to keep me still, and my whole body tensed in anticipation of the incoming slap. I got pretty much what I expected; she hadn't used most of her strength (I could tell because my bones hadn't snapped like twigs), but a sharp pain zinged through my buttocks a millisecond after an equally sharp sound was heard. My teeth had been gritted against the coming blow, but a loud yelp erupted from my mouth anyway, to Ivy's obvious delight. Literally purring, the vampire caressed the burning mark her hand had left on my ass, and without warning lifted her hand and brought it down again on the other cheek, making them match. "And this is going to happen if you don't express your gratitude enough." Fawning over her handiwork, she soothed the fierce heat with her cool hands while I was left gasping for breath, reeling from the pair of slaps. The burning pain mixed with the ache between my legs to combine into an unreal sensation that, God help me, I wasn't sure I didn't like.

"This is a really bad idea!" I squealed, trying to sound like the spanking had been entirely unpleasant, the high pitch of my voice and the tight curling of my toes probably betraying me. Goddamnit, what was wrong with me? "Leave my butt alone!"

"I think this is a stupendously good idea." Ivy replied in a smouldering vampiric tone that made me twist around in hope of catching a reassuring glimpse of humanity in her eyes, because there sure wasn't any in her voice. Just as well I couldn't; from the sound of her, the hunger in her gaze might have scared me enough to tip her into forbidden territories. "You're the one making up to me, and this is what I want." She said with the entitled finality of a spoiled child, lightly tapping my no-doubt beet red ass cheeks with her finger.

"No. Think of something else." I shot back categorically.

"I spank you, or you let me drink from you. Either your butt or your neck is agreeable to me, but I will abuse one today. It's up to you, my little witch." Ivy growled, less than impressed, turning instantly from light-hearted and playful to domineering, the fingers of her hand stroking my back crooking into claws that lightly, and deliciously, scratched along the curve they were tracing. "Or, if you prefer, I can tie you up to the headboard so I can listen to you beg and watch you squirm. Maybe set off your scars and let you cook off for a few hours... that would be lovely too."

"Then we'd both be in sexual limbo." I replied, failing in my pathetic attempt to sound forceful. I could keep Ivy from completely dominating me outside the bedroom with relative ease, but when the clothes off came off, I was quickly finding out she was like a fickle, less-than-merciful goddess; indomitable and capricious. "Where would that leave us, Ms Compulsive-Planner?"

"Why, in a situation where only one of us is free to touch herself of course, while the other can only... watch... and... listen." Ivy answered, leaning over me to whisper in my ear. Her voice was so husky it practically wiped all thoughts from my mind. "Would I prefer your pretty little mouth or those nice rough fingers of yours bringing me to fulfilment? Of course, but it would be infinitely worse for you, and still deliciously wicked for me. Is that your choice? Please tell me that's your choice. I'm warming up to the idea by the second." I could only swallow and shake my head in response, something low inside of me clenching violently from her eager tone. "Will you let me give you a little slip of fangs, then? You get all the instant gratification your petty impatience for things of the flesh can handle, and I get satisfaction for you offering yourself to my sister but not me. That's fair, I think."

"No." I answered immediately. "No blood."

"No strings attached, promise..." The vampire added, the roll of her eyes all but audible in her suddenly much flatter voice. "God, one of these days I'll get it through your thick skull I'm not interested in-"

"No." I stated unyieldingly, cutting whatever reassurances she was about to utter short. "No. Blood. Not even a drop."

"Then this", she lightly tapped my ass to illustrate what she meant, "is all that's left, isn't it?" Crap... trust her, right? I silently thought, and tried to relax. "If you're done complaining, we have business to get down to. Remember, hold still, and feel free to show appreciation." Ivy chided me as her nimble hand slipped between my legs, stroking my inner thigh without waiting for any further consent from me. My skin felt so hot in contrast and I was aching so badly I had to tense again not to writhe on her lap even though she was still inches away from the epicentre of my carnal lust. Sensing my sudden effort of will, Ivy decided to be an evil(er) bitch. From their slow, agonising crawl towards toward my center I could mentally and physically brace myself against, her fingers jumped straight to my clit like they were laser-guided, the smooth pad of her index circling it with unbearable, perfect precision, making me cry out loudly. Urgently, I arched into her touch, hopelessly attempting to increase the contact of her hand with the engorged little nub and giving Ivy exactly what she wanted in the process. 'Hold still' had been the first rule, and Instantly, the vampire took her heavenly finger away, punishing me for my disobedience and leaving me limply sagging, just in time to receive the second half of my punishment. Four times she struck my ass cheeks, her timing as flawless as a pendulum's, each slap reverberating on the little bud she had been touching a second earlier, making me throb.

"Really, is it so hard to hold still and let me play with you?" Ivy sighed with mocking exasperation. "You're making it look so much more complicated than it is."

"Screw you!" I whimpered thoughtlessly through gritted teeth, earning myself another pair of slaps that set my ass on fire. Panting like a woman possessed, I bit down on the coverlet to keep myself from moaning wantonly, confused beyond words by the effect her spanking and her domination was having on me.

"You won't be able to sit down tomorrow if you keep this up..." Ivy chuckled as she gently rubbed my sore, flaming rump, no doubt in preparation for making it worse in the near future. "Oooh, I think the damage is already done actually." She crooned delightedly. "I'm in charge, Rachel. You're bottom for now. Stop trying to top me, and I'll make sure you can't stand tomorrow either. For all the right reasons of course."

I didn't answer that. I didn't want to open my mouth again, for fear of what would come out, unsure whether it would be vindictive or pleading. My natural disposition was not submission, but Ivy was slowly getting me to bend for her... and part of me liked it. I kept my mouth tightly shut, scrunching up my eyes and gnashing my teeth together when her hand found its way between my legs again. Ivy was making soft, approving noises at my near-compliance, and if I wanted this little game to end and get my climax sometime in the next decade, I had to keep that approval.

"My, my... you're more responsive to this than I thought." She marvelled sultrily as her fingers began to swirl around down there anew, forcing me to bury my burning face in the coverlet. "You're loving this, aren't you? Hmm? Tell me you love it, Dear Heart..." The vampire whispered as she slowly pushed the tip of one finger inside of me. Long and dextrous, the exploring digit began to expertly stroke and rub my pulsing passage, some of the spots it found driving all the air from my lungs.

"No, I don't..." I barely managed to catch my breath to deny it, even though it was increasingly obvious Ivy was on to something, and I had to focus hard not to admit the truth.

"Li-ar." Ivy said in a sing-song voice. "Liar, liar, pants on fire... well, pant seats on fire, anyway." She added gleefully. "Be honest. I'm not a sadist. It makes it all the more fun if you admit you like it..."

"I don't!" I reiterated more forcefully, forgetting myself when she stilled her fingers and left me hanging, waiting for a reply. Sensing what was coming, I braced for the four slaps that landed a second later, the pain sharper and hotter than ever, yet I managed not to cry out this time. Ivy was either feeling extra mean or extra cheated by my stubborn silence, though, because as soon as I got used to it and managed to relax my muscles, she landed another pair of lightning fast blows that made my body arch and tore a cry from my throat. Sagging, I landed back on the bed, the first tears of need beginning to flow onto the coverlet, the first sobs of confusion starting to quiver my body. "Bitch..." I stupidly rasped feebly, expending the thin, tattered remains of my willpower.

She brought the count to eight successive slaps then, and just about killed any defiance I had left dead. Once the cracks of her hand against my backside subsided, I was left laying limp on her lap, crying with need and turned on beyond words under the absolute sway of another person, something I never thought I'd crave so violently. We were playing cat and mouse, I was the mouse, and couldn't believe how much I liked it. This just wasn't a side of me I recognised, but it was getting harder to deny it by the second.

"It's okay, you know." Ivy murmured compassionately, the back of her free hand gently caressing down my shoulder blades while its twin began to titillate me once more. "I know it's hard work being you all the time, always in charge, never wavering, even when people judge you and label you unfairly. It's okay to need someone else to take over for a while. It's a lot of pressure you're living with every day. You're not a freak for needing me like this, or getting turned on by what I'm doing." She hit the nail on the head at the same time she did my clit, and my sobs redoubled as I was brought up to the edge once again with little to no hope of finally tumbling off it. The burning throb of my ass was slowly spreading to every erogenous spot I had, and God, I needed to come so badly...

"All right then, I'll make you a deal. Admit you like getting to be bottom like this, and I'll pretend I'm satisfied." Ivy purred, her voice as smooth and comforting as warm honey. "Do that, and I'll finish you off and take care of you all day long. I promise I'll untie you and please you however you want until you're too sated to keep your eyes open. Whether you want my mouth, my fingers, my fangs, anything you want, I'll give you. You just have to admit one shameless little truth we can both see plain as day. Is that so scary?"

"Yes... no... maybe..." I hiccupped, not managing to make much sense. "I don't... I don't know anymore, Ivy. I need you so bad, I... please, just fuck me..."

That answer wasn't good enough for Ivy. The gorgeous sadist that held me at her mercy wouldn't take any uncertainty, or negativity for that matter, for an answer. She wanted that admittance of enjoyment, and if I didn't offer it willingly she planned to extract it from my hide one spanking at a time. I have no idea how long she kept her little game going, her fingers bringing me up, holding me over the edge and stoking me until I felt ready to burst then leaving my center blindingly fast to spank me, the pain dragging me back down while her dominance and my helplessness before it turned me on and frightened me ever further, making the cycle of my need for her even more intense when her fingers slipped back in and it started anew. Before long I was completely incoherent, sobbing madly in lust and frustration, but Ivy remained merciless to the very end, when I sensed she couldn't push me further without her 'pleasant' (I use the term loosely) torment became straight-up torture.

"No more... no more! I can't take it... Ivy, I can't take it anymore... please!" I implored Ivy frantically when the time came again for her to spank away the pleasure she had built up. Sadistically, she pulled her hand away slowly this time, taking the time to scratch her fingernails along the slick interior of my thighs with one hand while gripping the back of my neck with the other to keep me still when. I began to trash in her grip, desperate to either get away or orgasm myself into oblivion.

Bad, bad, baaad idea.

A snarl coming from Ivy's throat was all the warning I got before the world turned to black, the vampire having thrown me off her lap and ruthlessly pinned me face-first into the mattress, forcing my head to dig into the coverlet with a painful grip on my hair. Twin, diamond hard peaks dug into my back as she covered my body with hers, and four little pinpricks of ice closed in on my jugular, making me go absolutely still in terror. I was covered in six feet of fully vamped out Ivy; a twitch could trip her into sinking those fangs in, consenting or not.

"Move a muscle before I tell you to, and you will bleed." Ivy raggedly warned me, her voice thick with hunger. Roughly, she shoved my knees apart and wedged her legs between them, so I couldn't keep mine closed even if I tried. Without an ounce of care, she then wrenched us both upright, one of her hand finding its way back to my center with unerring accuracy, the other gripping my shoulder and pushing downward, so that I was jack-knifed around the fingers fucking me, helpless and nearly smothered. Ivy's grunts of pleasure began to fill the room as my butt was thrust into her crotch and she met it halfway, grinding herself up against my flaming ass. She was at least as soaking wet as I was, her arousal so abundant I felt it drip between my cheeks as she mounted me like an animal. That's what it was. There was no tenderness here, no caring, just animalistic instinct, sex competing with bloodlust in Ivy's mind to decide whether I'd be her snack tonight or not.

And even through that terrifying ordeal, even though she'd clearly lost it, she STILL didn't slip up and let me climax. Fuck. Me.

Eventually, her grunts gave way to sharp gasps and long moans, her grip on me tightening as the lucky bitch braced herself for her own orgasm, then loosening when she slumped forward on top of me, her chest heaving against my back. Back to her 'affectionate' self now that she'd tempered her bloodlust through sexual satisfaction, she nuzzled my back, a lazy sigh escaping her.

"You are so mule-headed... look what you made me do." Ivy clucked her tongue with naughty disapproval as she flipped my limp, burning body around and took the sight of the sweaty, trembling mess I'd become. Smiling, like she hadn't just come within a hair's breadth of losing it, she helped me sit upright and pulled me back in her lap, one of her arms snaking around my quivering shoulders to hold me face to face with her. "Wouldn't it have been easier to work with me? Always flirting with disaster. I guess you wouldn't really be you if you didn't live on the razor's edge, would you?"

"Please..." The coarse, rasping warble was all I could manage. I would have begged on my knees if my muscles hadn't turned into noodles and my arms weren't still tied behind my back. Ivy chuckled at my pleading, a soft, satisfied smile spreading her lips. Gently, she kissed my quivering lips, whispering a soft promise that it wouldn't be much longer now, the silkiness of her voice nonetheless ripping a whimper of desperation from my throat. My God, I couldn't take 'not much longer'. I needed an orgasm right now. In fact, I could've found use for a buttload of them.

The plaintive sound only amused Ivy further, and it made the pace of her fingers between my legs seem even more leisurely. Her eyes were riveted to mine, her air turning lazy and almost complacent as my pleasure and desperation grew, and I became more and more frantic. Her fingers glided in and out of me with practiced ease, sometimes simply stroking, others crooking and rubbing in a way that made me keen in intense variations of pleasure I'd never experienced before. Her thumb brushed against my clit, titillating the little nub until it was so stimulated I could barely tell if it felt good or not. Too much, too much, it was just way too much, and in her first display of kindness since we got into bed she let me bury my face in the hollow of her neck, holding me tighter while my climax dangled before me, nanometres out of my reach.

"Just a little more. You're doing great." She whispered to me, right before I realised it wasn't compassion but devilishness that made her hold me this way. She had breathed those words right over my demon scars, and in the state I was in, it was enough to set them off.

You know what the worst part is? Even with the added pressure of my scars Ivy was deft enough not to let me fall over the edge and come undone. The two sensations, the one she'd been drawing out since what sure felt like the dawn of time and the fresh ones that spilled in a torrent from my neck, pushed by my racing heart through my entire body, were like oil and water; I felt the effect of both, but for the first time since I'd been marked by Al they didn't actually mix. Perhaps it had something to do with the rhythm of Ivy's hand between my thighs that changed almost imperceptibly, becoming lighter and slower so she kept expertly denying me even though it challenged all the laws of this world or the next that I still hadn't come undone. Perhaps she was morbidly interested in seeing what it would take to make me explode under the strain she was putting on me. That outcome was certainly becoming more likely by the second. My body rebelled against the sensual assault, so violently that if it wasn't restrained by Ivy's grip I probably would have broken my spine arching back. The vampire enjoyed the feel of me a great deal right where I was, if the small groans and moans and gasps she kept making were any indication, so all I could manage was a strangled cry...

...And a powerful clamp of my teeth on her jugular.

I'm not a big enough liar to tell you it was some perfectly executed plan on my part. With Ivy's hand where it was, all the things she did to me in the past hour AND my scars set off, I was beyond higher thoughts process at that point. However, even if it never was that bad, I was used to nibbling or downright biting a vamp's neck when I was so close to climaxing, something Kisten could attest to if he were still alive. The way Ivy cradled me had simply triggered that reflex. Willing or not, I couldn't exactly argue with the result, though. She'd been working herself up again, and so the feel of my teeth tipped her over the edge. The vampire cried out, blissful and surprised at once, as my blunt teeth pressed into her flesh, her flawless skin supplely giving without breaking (vamps have fangs to bite other vamps; soft as it was, her skin always was as resilient as leather, much too tough for me to draw blood with such inappropriate tools), and I didn't need an ounce of her enhanced senses to know that little act had been enough; she definitely had just climaxed herself. Her fingers twitched inside of me, her thumb skidded clumsily against my clit, shattering the carefully maintained equilibrium Ivy had built up, while a potent cloud of pheromones enshrouded me, plunging a silver spike of white-hot pleasure straight through the core of my being, only Ivy's neck I still hadn't let go of smothering my screams as the most monumental climax of my life finally overtook me. Conceding to the unavoidability of my victory with a modicum of grace, the woman who tormented me for so long finally began to take me earnestly, her fingers drawing out the more carnal aspect of my pleasure while her lips and tongue worried the scarred side of my neck, intensifying the sensations the tissue soaked in dormant vampire saliva gave me to the point I might have been scared she had drawn blood, if I still had a single brain cell that wasn't drowning in a flood of hormones and endorphins.

My body remained wracked with aftershocks of that monumental orgasm for some time, Ivy being compassionate enough not to simply withdraw and drop me on the floor once my pleasure began to subside. She eased me down from it, helping my breathing and my pulse slow down with gentle kisses that swallowed up the last of my half-rapturous, half-desperate cries, and soft strokes of her fingers. By the time I stopped shaking, I was feeling so drained there was almost an empty pit somewhere in the center of my being. Ivy might not have broken skin, but that hadn't stopped her from taking everything from me.