by Seth Eden
When he got close to her where she stood in the tub, he didn't strike or grab. Instead, he used the sharp nails on one hand to shred the boxy t-shirt she wore, moving fast and sure. It opened up and peeled back on her body, exposing her newly toned belly. He shredded the sleeves and let the shirt drop into the water, then pulled it, drenched and dripping, from the cool water, wringing it out over her time after time.
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She shuddered, but the heat of her body was heating the water around her legs at the same time she was gradually, slowly cooling.
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In one respect. And heating like crazy in another.
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As he squeezed out the water from her shirt and dribbled it over her skin, she imagined his long fingered hands touching her more intimately than the brushes of accidental touch as he got her wet. She imagined those fingers sliding between her legs and finding the wetness there and she shivered again, this time not because of the overheating. Her nipples hardened and pressed against the fabric of her jog bra. She started to wrap her arms around her upper body, half ashamed, half afraid.
He had other ideas. With one more slash he shredded the clinging fabric and freed her breasts. They stood taut, nipples hard, her skin starting to goose pebble from the cool water.
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"I think that's enough," he said, and lifted her from the tub, wrapping her in his arms, her wet flesh soaking into the uniform shirt he wore.
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He carried her effortlessly out of the bathroom and into the bedroom where now the summer heat felt welcome.
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She'd heard things about the Vampyren, not that anyone could know for certain what they were like when they joined with a human. She could expect almost anything.
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Except maybe what happened.
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He moved slow, taking his time. His fingers roamed over her mouth, touching her lips, stroking feathery touches along her jaw and into her hair. He outlined her ear with one finger, he licked along the pulse lines in her neck and she braced herself for the bite that would tear the flesh and spill out her life.
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It didn't come. Instead he nipped, almost pain, almost pleasure, kissing, licking, biting, until there was a short, sharp pinprick of pain and he sighed in her ear. "Sweet. You taste sweet."
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Her head fell back then. Her whole body tumbled back from where she had sat rigid in his arms, waiting for death or enslavement or whatever he dealt her.
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Now she opened her arms and drew him down with her, letting his mouth find its way down her throat to her chest. He lavished attention on her breasts, licking, sucking, kissing, sucking her nipples into his mouth and playing with them, just the tips of his fangs caressing like a game. When he finally took blood there she arched in response, feeling the first orgasm rush over her, unexpected and light, tingling, surging through her and leaving her more excited than ever.
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She reached down to strip off the sodden shorts and panties but he stopped her, capturing her hands, holding them effortlessly above her head as he continued to lick and suck his way down from her nipples to her belly, into the curve of her hip, and down. He was the one to strip off the rest of her clothes, shredding them in a way that should have made her worry what she was supposed to wear after.
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She didn't. Instead she thrashed under him, wanting more, or less, or something to take away the gathering tension that felt like it would split her in half and send her flying into the space the Vampyren had come from.
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He laughed at her, low in his throat, said something she didn't quite catch, that he thought she'd be a good go-between for men and vampires, because she seemed to have an affinity for both.
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She wanted to ask, What?
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She wanted to demand he not speak.
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She wanted to wrap her hands around his cock and ask how he'd gotten naked because she hadn't been aware of it and now he was, she wanted to touch and explore, but there'd be time for that later.
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Because he wasn't letting go.
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He trailed his free hand along her belly, into the curl of hip, along her thigh, the outside of it, the brushing touch of deadly nails on her flesh filling her with sensation Her skin buzzed. Her mind went whiteout blank, processing only pleasure.
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Her body throbbed and pulsed and hungered and he met that hunger, sliding two long fingers inside her, his thumb finding her clit and beginning to play her.
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She cried out, feeling another orgasm crash over her leaving her sweating again, leaving her desperate for something more than his fingers even as he turned them inside her, seeking that sweet spot that made her come and come, coating his fingers in her juices.
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"Please," she begged. Her eyes didn't want to focus. Her breath was uneven again. If this was hormones, pheromones, she didn't want to know; she didn't care.
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She just wanted him inside her.
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She slid up the bed until he straddled her, his mouth coming down over hers, the massive arms holding him aloft so his sheer size didn't crush her.
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For a moment he teased her with just the tip of his massive erection, playing it over her lips, over her clit, dragging it the length of her wet folds without going inside.
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She said please again, and fuck, and a good many more things before Dray Fierro laughed low in his throat and thrust his enormous, thick member into her.
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She cried out then, shouted in fear and pain that just that quickly turned into mind-numbing pleasure. She threw her head back and screamed.
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Screaming in the new Vegas wasn't apt to bring anyone who’d disturb them.
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When she came down from the orgasm, she lay in his arms, too spent to think of doing anything in return or even wondering how his physiology worked, how soon he'd be ready.
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How she'd know.
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She was a liaison. She'd figure it out.
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There was time now. Somehow she'd convince this invader to send word to her father that she was all right, or at the very least, unharmed. She'd get food to him and find a way to make him untouchable before she turned her attention to working between the Vampyren and the Humans.
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And she'd search for her brother. She didn't doubt that she was still in danger. It was early days of the invasion and life could turn on a dime. But she'd gone searching for family and maybe for kindness and she'd found some version of both.
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She could work with that as she ran through this new world.
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He was a conqueror. A warrior come to Earth to kill.
On his own planet he was a prince.
On Earth he was a murderer.
On Earth, he was her owner.
But Cassi's no passive frightened girl. She stands up to him the first time she ever sees him.
She's going to stand up to the Vampyren every time.
Even if it kills her.
But neither of them is quite what they seem.
What fate has sown together maybe shouldn't be torn apart.
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