by Melos,Alana
Neither was I.
This was dangerous. Part of me knew that, but I didn’t care. I hungered for more. Just coming down off of my climax, I moved my hips, my hand going to caress my swollen, throbbing flesh. I needed more. It wasn’t enough. It was never enough. Nazferatu finally released the bite, and licked the wound, lapping slowly at the blood which welled, catching it before it trickled down my back. He pulled his softening cock out, and I immediately circled it with my hand. It wasn’t as cold as it was before. It felt almost warm, and I started to stroke him as he growled low in his throat, wanting to fuck me again already, his desire feeding off of mine.
As he cock began to stiffen, I let go of his hair and brought my hand down. My nails had pierced his skin when I grabbed him, and I hadn’t even noticed. My fingers were covered with his dark blood, and without thinking about where the impulse came from, I licked them. His blood… his blood tasted like something divine, an ambrosial treat just for me. I couldn’t get enough suddenly. He saw my hunger, and raised his wrist to his mouth, biting down on it hard and then raising it. I followed the motion, tipping my head back as he continued to lick my neck with long, slow strokes. Blood splattered over my lips and chin, and I drew his wrist down to my hungry mouth to drink directly from the fount.
It was sunshine I drank down. Pure light and energy. I’d never felt so alive before, and while silently he told me it would increase the rate at which I healed, what he didn’t know was what a surge I felt to my powers. Everything about him became crystal clear in a heartbeat, and I saw his whole life, there and gone in a blink. I saw Erick, pacing in his prison, wanting to fuck me too as riding second to the vampire’s sensations were enough to tease but not satisfy, but more than that… he wanted to make sure the Fatherland would be safe, and he honestly thought I was an invader. I saw the bond between them, the silvery grey bonds which held them together in a warped and dissonant embrace, and knew I could snap it, setting Nazferatu’s spirit free to wander the aether again. The minds of the those sleeping below us throughout the city whispered at me, pushing at my mind. I could follow each thread down if I chose, and tell them to rise and come to us so we could play. Gerard’s mind brushed against mine briefly as he walked down a dark street, our ident cards secure and his plans set into motion. He looked up, turning my direction, sending out an inquiry, Caprice…? He wasn’t sure it was me, and when I turned my mind from him, his mind dwindled from view and disappeared. I felt strong, sure, and powerful… and I wanted to stay on top.
I pulled away from him and gestured behind me, knocking him flat on the roof. I turned, lifting myself in the air and launched myself at him, all within a moment. I landed on the vampire, straddling him as he started to stand. My dark lover understood what I was doing and laid back allowing me to mount him, a smile playing upon his lips as my lust for him knew no bounds. I took his hardness inside of me. Blood from the vampire, myself, and our victim was spattered all over the both of us. As I leaned over him, he took my breasts in his warming hands, licking my perfect chest slowly, tasting the blood on my skin. He took his time with his meal, catching every drop. His tongue, like Nosferatu’s, felt like a cat’s tongue, sandpapery and dry, but wonderful. Every sensation ratcheted my desire up another notch, causing me to moan low in my throat.
As I rode him for all he was worth, my body shivered with pleasure. He didn’t seem so cold now, or perhaps I was giving him my warmth. Whichever it was, I sank into the feelings and his body both. He controlled his bloodlust ruthlessly, contenting himself with only licking what was there, though he wanted eat me alive. His want and pleasure ran through me, making everything a haze of crimson, lush and thick. As my climax came upon me, I stroked the threads of his desire too, pulling them in his mind, wanting him to come with me. Those were his thoughts of taking, without reservations or rules, warped and distorted in me. I didn’t care if it was his psyche I was messing with, that I was making him do this; I wanted it, and therefore, I would have it. As I pulled his threads carelessly, he came, groaning and clawing my thighs, digging deep grooves into them. The pain drove my climax to stratospheric heights, and I screamed my pleasure at the world, knowing that it still wasn’t enough. I hungered.
Nazferatu, the clever beast, saw the change in me. His hunger for flesh had tapped into my hunger for everything, and made it impossible to control. While he wanted it and admired it, he saw how quickly I spiraled out of control and grabbed my hands. I wouldn’t stop with just some blood and a couple of fucks… this searing need consumed my rational mind. Flipping me over with his vampiric speed, he went straight for the bite on my neck again, intent on draining me of blood. There was no nicety about it, no seduction. He went for the kill.
I wanted him to go for the kill.
My life draining away in brutal ecstasy, I looked up at the night sky as he fed on me, trying to empty my body as fast as possible. I didn’t care that I was dying. I wanted to die, so long as that pit inside me was being filled with something. I tasted myself on his lips, going down his throat, being absorbed into his body. The raw intensity of nourishing someone caused me to whimper with fulfillment. Instead of the pleasant red haze, my sight began to go black, and I circled in my mind, falling away from the body, shrinking into myself. Darkness and flashes of fire, a grinning skull, horrors heaped upon horrors welled within my mind, clouding my perfectly black vision. I yearned for this. It wasn’t the vampire wanting to kill me, wanting to make me his perfect mate, someone he didn’t have to bend and twist and drive insane first. All he had to do for his eternal lover was make me a vampire. No, the desire for the kill came from inside of me, born from a self-loathing which wasn’t mine. I heard screams which sounded so much like me, but they weren’t. They were… they were… they were my mother’s. She was panicked, scared, knowing she’d done something horrible, irreparable, and she screamed in harrowing anguish, wanting to die for what she’d done to me.
To me.
Knowing my self-loathing wasn’t really mine but hers made all the difference. I still didn’t know what she’d done, not exactly, as those memories were hazy and unclear even for me. Telepaths usually knew their own minds best of all as they traveled every twist and curve, every dark recessed desire and hate within the rooms of their mind repeatedly. Not me. Parts had been closed off. I knew it was my mother’s fault, that she’d blocked it, and I’d nurtured my hate of her for as long as I could remember for what she’d done. Yet the sight of her in my head so anguished, wanting to die, begging to take it back… to reclaim a lost part of her. She’d lost some part of her in me when I was a very small child, maybe even an infant. It snapped me back to reality.
I didn’t want to die. Regulus was wrong. It wasn’t me, and now that I knew it wasn’t I pushed at that impulse with all of my will. I wasn’t self-destructive. People bent on a crash course in hell didn’t have a plan, and I had a plan. I fought back against the darkness which threatened to consume me. I opened my eyes and shoved at Nazferatu, but it was as if he was made of stone. He wouldn’t move, not a muscle.
Rallying my resources and focusing my intention, I shoved him off using my telekinesis. The vampire went flying, but caught himself in midair hissing at me, his mouth red with my blood. I stood up slowly as the world swam before my eyes due to blood loss. I used my teke to seal the long wounds in my thighs and the one on my neck, so I wouldn’t lose any more. I didn’t know how fast I’d heal because of his vamp blood, so I wouldn’t count on it doing its mojo. That meant I had to be careful. Weakened by his feeding, I was vulnerable.
“No,” I told Nazferatu. “I don’t want to die.”
He lowered himself to the rooftop gracefully, and melded into darkness. Though he moved fast, and his mind was mercurial, when he went to grab me from behind, I saw his intent clear as day and shoved him away with a thought. Turning to face him as he picked himself up, I shook my head.
“No means no,” I said, voice turning sweet with sarcasm. “I like you, Nos, and it was a great
fuck, but I’m not yours. I’m mine.”
Whatever my Nosferatu might have done, this one gave me a thin-lipped smile and approached, scooping up his hat and jacket with liquid grace. As he slipped his jacket back on, replaced his cap, and straightened his clothing, he was back in control of himself again, just like that. Before long, he stood there blood soaked and smeared, but otherwise looking like a perfect officer.
“Miss Caprice,” he said, with half a bow. “I hope to see you again.” He glanced at the blood on my chest, then legs, and then back to my face. “You were delicious.”
“So were you,” I said, smiling and blowing him a kiss. I didn’t dare touch him again. The self-hate and need for consumption might have been imposed on me by mistake, but it was still there. I’d have to sort it all out later. For now, it was safer not to touch him, lest I gave into those impulses.
Nazferatu licked his lips slowly tasting me once more, then became one with the night. I watched his thoughts for as long as I could. When I could only hear the faintest whisper, then I slumped a little in throbbing pain. It had been a hard, brutal fuck, just the way I liked it, but it left my mind reeling with the discovery of my mother’s mistake. With that realization, cracks had formed in my head, giving me a sense of something impending, something… looming over the horizon. The absurd, yet appropriate, image of me holding my finger in the dyke which was about to burst came to my mind’s eye unbidden.
No, I told myself. It was nothing. I’m weak from blood loss, tired, and hurting. I shook my head, trying to clear it, then gingerly made my way back to the hotel room, wobbling only slightly in the air as I flew back to my temporary home.
Chapter Eight
When I entered the open window of our hotel room, the light flicked on. Gerard sat up on the bed clad only in his boxers and looked me over. “Where have you been?” he asked, his voice pleasantly neutral.
“Out,” I said, shutting the curtains behind me. He must have just laid down to rest.
“I can see that,” he said. “Anything... I should be worried about?”
I peeled off the remnants of my shirt and bra and tossed them aside, onto the tiled floor of the bathroom. Although bloody, they weren’t too sticky anymore, but I didn’t want to take too many chances leaving blood behind to raise a panic amongst the hotel staff. I kicked off my heels and luxuriated in the pleasure of walking on a plush carpet with my bare feet.
“I don’t think so,” I replied as I shimmied out of the skirt and what was left of my panties. Standing there naked and bloody, I looked myself over more carefully. “I just had some fun, was all.”
He reached out with his mind, and I allowed him in, not having the energy or inclination to deny him. As he reviewed the memories of what had transpired not so long ago, I could feel him getting hard at the brutal sex Nazferatu and I had had. I shuddered in remembered pleasure. What he lingered most on, though, was when the vampire had attacked me… and how I’d resisted.
“Interesting,” he said, withdrawing and rubbing himself through his boxers absently. “That’s… very interesting.”
“I’m showering,” I said, and went into the bathroom.
He followed, having stripped himself naked. “I’ll join you,” he said. “Then we’ll get these patched up.”
My partner came up to me from behind as I started the shower and waited for it to warm up, his hands on my hips. He rubbed my thighs and ass slowly, almost massaging me, and I sighed as I straightened, leaning into him. His erection prodded my ass, and despite the massive orgasms I’d had earlier, I wanted to fuck him. I reached around and stroked his cock slowly, and he sighed against my shoulder blade.
“You could have been killed,” he said, kissing my back softly.
“By Naz… Nosferatu? Never,” I said, my hand tightening on his cock for a moment, then going back to gentle strokes.
“Anything could have happened,” Gerard said, reaching a hand around to stroke the top of my sex lightly, running his fingers through the hair there. I leaned back against him, letting him slide his fingers between my legs to arouse me further.
“But it didn’t,” I pointed out. I pulled away and felt the water, then stepped into the shower, covering my deepest wounds with my teke again, to prevent the water from aggravating them too much before I was ready. For the scratches on my breasts and stomach, the water felt good, and the blood washed off of me to swirl into watercolor whirlpools at my feet. The heat of the shower made my head swim. I was still a little dizzy from the blood loss, but not as much as I should have been.
Gerard stepped in behind me, steadying me and kissing my shoulder. His hand caressed my stomach, avoiding the scratches, and went lower again to resume rubbing my clit in soft circular motions. Although the sex with Nazferatu had been just how I liked it, intense and wild, this was soothing. He wasn’t demanding anything of me, which in and of itself was bizarre behavior for him, merely using his hands and lips to settle me while I washed my wounds out carefully. I cautiously inspected my thigh wounds, and found to my satisfaction they weren’t as deep as I thought they’d been. The vampire blood was working, slowly, but still so much faster than I would have been healing normally. Heaving a small sigh of relief, I leaned back against Gerard. His lips played along the unbitten side of my throat as his hands worked slowly, one on my breast and the other between my legs.
Restless energy filled me, but I had nowhere to put it. I didn’t want to move, but at the same time I needed to. I turned in Gerard’s arms so that I could kiss him. We both kept our eyes open as I brushed my lips over his, watching each other warily as we had during our fucking. I knew he was waiting for a moment of vulnerability, and it annoyed me in a tedious way, yet he was being so gentle at the moment, the messages he sent me got mixed. Deciding it didn’t matter what he wanted, I took advantage of his quiet offering and pushed the kiss deeper, tasting his sweet mouth. Our tongues touched, teasing one another. He pressed against me for a moment so I could feel how hard he was, then he pulled away.
Pushing me back, he knelt on the hard surface, and I sensed his intent. He and I both spread my legs, and I put my foot on the edge of the tub as the water washed over us both, exposing myself to him. He wrapped his arms around the outside of my thighs, and buried his face in the juncture between my thighs. His hands cupped my ass and pulled me closer. As his tongue slipped between my lower lips, I sighed and relaxed against the shower wall, concentrating on the sensations. He licked me slowly, tasting every inch of my pussy before settling where he knew I liked it. Yet instead of making me come fast and hard, he took his time. The long, slow strokes of his tongue soon had me tensing as he licked, then relaxing when he withdrew to start anew. It was rhythmic and soothing, slow and easy, an obvious counter to the brutality I’d had just prior.
My breath came in hitches, and I ran my hands through his wet hair, urging him on. He belligerently didn’t take the hint, but kept on with his slow thoroughness. Gerard rained kisses down on my clit, gathering every drop of my wetness for himself. He left behind swollen, aching flesh; every touch inflamed me further as he kept me on the razor’s edge of pleasure. I moaned, the sound torn from my throat helplessly. It was only when he heard that note of desperation did he begin to lash my clit slowly, but firmly. He flicked his tongue faster in increments, driving me crazy. I gripped his hair, not to hurt, but just to hold on as I rode his mouth. Just when I couldn’t bear it any more, he attacked me with his tongue, licking me fast and hard.
I came hard, and he rode it out with his tongue, pressing it firm against my clit and varying the pressure, undulating it against me as my hips bucked with wave after wave of sweet pleasure. It filled me, consumed me, and I slumped back, sliding down just a bit as I panted. When he withdrew, he supported me and helped me to stand straight again. He reached for something to the side as he kissed me. The taste of my sex lingered on his lips, and I licked them much as he had just licked me. His hand left me for a moment, and I saw he’d grabbed the shampoo. I
blinked and frowned at him, not understanding his actions at all as I watched him pour some into his hands. He tipped my head back to rewet my hair, then plunged his hands into it.
I hadn’t had a lover do that for me before, and as his hands massaged my scalp, soaping me up, I sighed. It felt good, and some of my restless energy drained away under his gentle ministrations. Once he was done lathering my hair, he tilted my head back again so it could rinse out. He repeated the process with the conditioner, all the while giving me soft kisses. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he was sweet on me. As it was, I couldn’t figure out what his angle was. Didn’t mean I wasn’t going to enjoy it, though. The experience was unique for me in its mundanity, and one I enjoyed.
After the shower, we both toweled off and Gerard went to get the medkit we’d brought with us. Working in tandem, we cleaned out the wounds and put antiseptic on before bandaging them, though I felt confident most of them would be gone before we woke. Afterwards, I combed out my long hair. The hour was late, and the entire day had caught up to me with a vengeance. My whole body slumped as I got into bed. Tension still went through me in waves. Even though I wasn’t doing anything in particular, I couldn’t relax. My thoughts turned turbulent, thinking about the sex with Nazferatu and our task ahead, which seemed suicidal now.
“Gerard?” I asked as he got into bed behind me.
“Yeah?” he said, kissing my shoulder as he laid down, spooning me and pulling the covers up over us both.
“Did we ever met before? When I was a kid?” I asked.
“Nope,” he said, brushing the hair off my neck to kiss me near the bandages. “You came after my time.”