The final act, continued from Predator or Prey. As we have learnt, the cards never lie, and so the two are now destined to share the same fate.
Co-written with SA.
RB: -Feeling Sophia loosen her grip upon him, Nick actually started to smile. He had uncovered her for what she was. Figured out the truth behind the mask, and that this whole thing was directed at procuring him to be her meal. It was not that she lusted him – no, she fed from the lust that he had felt for her. Nick, fed on others via drinking their blood, their life force. Sophia, on the other hand fed upon his sins. Now that he had caught the act, right before the curtain was about to fall, she was more than annoyed, she was clearly irritated. Going as far to push herself off the timber door that she had been leaning against since he entered her inner sanctum. Sophia never wanted an easy meal, and that was what Nick was about to become. Hearing the coolness in her voice now, Nick focused his attentions on her. What she had to say now, was truly a moment of great importance between them. The gloves were off. She continued to display that arrogant sense of dominance, that she had done so from the beginning. The smile never leaving her face, though it could be said to be a cruel one at that. Watching her now prowling over towards the bed, she tossed freely that neither of them wanted an easy meal. Both loved the thrill of the challenge, the desire to be the one on top at the end of the game. Both seasoned hunters, and now they were practically matched. Everything she said, from the fact that he knew what he wanted from the outset, only made Nick feel all more empowered. A man that knew what he wanted, but was prepared to go the long, hard route to get it. “Touche’.” Nick made a sweeping bow before her. Ever the gentleman, even after he had gone as far to taste her delicious nectar. Watching her now sit upon the bed and pat it gingerly brought a small chuckle from the vampire. He started to slowly stroll towards her, his hands pressing together with the index fingers pointed together just under his chin. “I have to admire you for your tenacity.” Nick’s tongue was now prominently balling the inside of his right cheek after speaking so boldly. “But you’re right about one thing…” He placed both palms flat down on the bed, either side of her hips. “I did seek you out, well before this day.” His voice having a sharp rumble to it as his eyes were drilling into hers. “The cards never lie.” –
SA: Two Predators now stood face to face in a beautiful game of Chess, meeting each other in the most frightful coincidence one might make up. A game of Destiny, in which they both sought Victory, dominance over the other, a game in which each small, little move was thoroughly calculated, each motion, each tiny detail took into consideration. Tables turned now as the cards were all flipped face up with no escape in sight, for either of them. He made that clear for her the moment he approached, the moment his arms slithered and extended out, each hand placing itself at her sides only to lock her in, making sure there was no way out for the little Wraith. Not anymore. This man was no easy meal, but neither was she. ‘The cards never lie’ – Indeed. The cards never lied to him and neither did the woman – She was incapable of grasping the concept of a lie, altogether. From the beginning until this very second, she was nothing but honest with him, even if honesty entailed the cold hearted truth, even if it meant being blunt about having him for Dinner tonight. But soon, she realized this man would be as much of a challenge as she, herself was – Which brought a Cheshire like grin to make its way over those plump, scarlet lips once more. Oh… Those lips. How they aimed to tease him, entice him more and more as they kept the little gap between them, partly opened. How her body moved, the moment he thought he locked her in – Truthfully, there was no way out of the bed, but there was a way to slither more into it – Which is what she did. Slowly, her body crawled backwards, pushing herself along the bed to eventually have her legs on the soft sheets, as well as her upper body; All the while, her hands found their way trailing along his form once more, until they traced the lines of his hipbones so softly caressing along the thin layer of flesh before they ~gripped~ at the edge of his pants, fingers slithering beneath the belt to tug at it, instantly pulling his form more into her. “Then let me give you what you seek.” As she spoke, one of her hands moved up while the other remained tugging at his belt, following the line of leather until reaching the buckle. Her free one ran upwards, along his arm until reaching the shoulder and the side of his cheek. So gently caressing him, in a way that would almost appear loving, caring. Tender. Fingers laced through his raven strands, pushing his head closer and closer while her head craned and arched backwards. Soon, he’d be resting his head at the top of her chest. Soon, he’d be able to take in her scent once again, fully. Soon, he’d feed.
RB: – The masks that the pair had worn into the game, now lay in waste upon the floor. True to their natures, each continued to keep pace with the other as the final act was now in play. Oh but the crowd would be on the edge of their seats in sweet anticipation for how this would end. One cannot deny what they were, and Nick had placed his best foot forward – keeping the creature within him penned. But now it no longer mattered. What the hunter found, was the prize that he sought. Nick’s eyes gazed down again to those same ripe lips that had haunted him from the very outset of their dance. The way that they parted; and beckoned him to come even closer. The richness that lay in behind them . As he watched her face, Sophia’s hands were quickly at work. Skilled and weaving her fingers so that the belt would become loose, and allow the pants to slip to the floor, once she had drawn him further up the bed. Nick kicked them off and crawled up so that he was now hovering over her. Nick as he was in his true form. The sleek yet muscular predator atop of the greatest prize. He was finally to be rewarded for his efforts, and with her scent luring him in he would feed. Oh yes. His lips just brushed those plump lips of hers. His tongue winding out and licking just shy of the wetness inside. Nick rolled his shoulders as he now took a dominant position. His sexuality fusing in with his growing hunger. The pent up feeling now unleashed as the monster came to the fore. No more games….no more chess moves. CHECK MATE! Nick bit down upon her neck, while at the same time, he entered her – pinning her to the bed. His lust was ripe and ready for the taking, as he began to feed of her….and she was to feed on him. –
SA: Checkmate. It all seemed to go down in that very moment, the moment when the feeding truly began – No more games, no more tricks, no more hiding behind the veiled curtain. The Predators were at loose, naked, stripped of both their clothes and ever so subtle hiding tricks, only to drown in each other. And he was the first to do it. She pulled him in, all the while he came closer, all the while her arms would latch under his shoulders to drag him to her, once his pants were loose and kicked to the side, taking in the sight of ~him~, fully stripped. To be naked in front of somebody went beyond the material presence of fabric upon one’s body – To be naked truly meant to stand in front of the other bare, with just your instincts to guide you. Instinct, that beastly feature which made everything collides in That. Very. Moment. Instinct, which made this man approach the Wraith so much that he would soon find himself pushed through her tight fitting walls, stretching to accommodate to his length only to contract against it once fully in. Instinct which made his mouth search for his prize, his reward for such a great effort as to unmask and strip her of both clothes and pride – Canines sunk under the thin layer of alabaster skin, piercing through it like through a piece of fabric only to tear it around them. And that’s when it happened – The sound. A sound most would mistake for pleasure – A gasped, loud breath, a moan as her neck was fully arched to allow his head the perfect fit to her carotid artery as he’d feed, a moan as he penetrated her. Her arms instantly tightened their grip around his form, latching and coiling around his shoulders to drag fingernails along the top of his back. All the while, he felt her ~blood~ soon gushing out into his open maw, so abnormal, so unique – Pitch black and burning hot, like molten lava, thick and rich. Bittersweet aroma filling his nostrils as the dark stains would soon cover his lips, trailing down her chest. It burned. It seared. And it was what she wanted – She wanted him. To burn with her.
RB: – Sophia was unique, exquisite and worth the fight. Every inch of the Vampire felt like he was on fire. Raging – and now beyond saving. The way that she made that sound, the low moan that was unlike anything he had heard before spurred him on like a well oiled machine. Her tightening walls pressing all around his throbbing shaft, that delving deep within her with each powered thrust. The blood….unlike anything he had ever experienced. His own eyes flashed the colour of fire, as he took mouthful after mouthful. It was burning, searing his insides and to any lesser creature, they would recoil in horror and shock. Not Nick. The more he fed from her the more he wanted. Feeling her latching onto his shoulders – drawing her nails into his back, had him shiver with further sexual excitement. Large and powerful over her diminutive frame, Nick bucked and forced the wraith deep into the mattress. The bed groaning and protesting beneath them. The vampire soon took his fill, licking the wounds that he had made with his dog teeth, his chin dripping with black blood. Now he raised his head enough that he could see the expression on her face. He had never wanted a woman now as much as her. Those lips…he wanted them so badly. Nick was still rolling his hips, and taking her hard as he could, but to seal this with a kiss would bring them both to the climax. His lips were now crushing hers with a severity that was shocking. Fueled by her black blood. She was now inside of him, and he…was inside of her. It was her turn to feed upon him.-
SA: Each powerful, hard thrust of his was met with her hips following his, pushing closer and closer each time his moved away. Wanting, longing more and more of him. Her slender figure writhed under his massive figure, lust filling her – His lust, only bringing her a certain pleasure, yet so different from the usual meaning of it all. She held onto him as if holding for dear life, nails drawing blood along his back, pressing their bodies together, torsos rubbing against each other – feather-like skin against his hard, marble chest – as her legs soon trailed their way upwards to coil around his hips and waist; Sophia was locking him in so there’d surely be no escape left for him to take as her moans became more frequent now – loud, deep rumbled noises rolling along the column of her throat each time he bucked her hips more and more into her. She was feeding, the moment it all started, the moment he did. And now, they were burning together and enjoying every last second of the burn. Her tongue slowly slithered out, licking the trails of blood off his and his chin, carefully cleaning him before those scarlet plump petals pressed against his lips in a deep, burning kiss. Her lips, just like her blood, a kiss that could melt trough the flesh, only intensifying the burn. She fed on his lust, with each thrust inside of her, pushing through and stretching those tight walls only to bring out small, muffled screams from her, right into his mouth. Burning together in passion.
RB: Nick was lost. Drowning in the sea of pleasure and rocking upon the waves that came crashing down with every time that he thrust his hips forward, then drew himself back out again. The harder that he took her, the more he wanted. He was now addicted to the woman. Everything about her had him caught up in this moment. From the softness of her breasts, forced hard against his chest – to the way that she coiled her legs around him to hold him firmly in place so that she might never let him go. They were now performing a carnal ritual as old as time itself. Though the feeding of each other brought with it its own rewards, this awakening of desire that was beyond just lust was all new to Nick. The fire of her blood raged through his veins. Empowering him to take her to further heights of delirium. Her body releasing the pent up delicious moans, that were music to his ears. He wanted to be the only one, to hear this siren’s song. As she did not want to let him go, he didn’t want to stop. Everything around them was on fire in his mind. Getting so close to the peak of fulfilment. How could it be, that the harder her forced himself into her, the tighter she became. Nick’s eyes rolled back as he practically lost his mind. Feeling her lick his lips made him groan and growl all at the same time. As much as he was hers, she was now his. Nick growled and broke the kiss, his face right in hers. His breath pouring over her. “Mine!” He roared, going into the final thrusts that could tear any normal woman apart. Nick started to stiffen, as he reached it…the peak…and then he cried out her name in triumph as he started to fill her waiting womb.-
SA: It was all a blur – Everything around them started to collide, as the walls started to ruin themselves into nothingness, slowly but surely, the illusion starting to shake as the Wraith herself was reaching her climax, her grasp over the bending of reality becoming harder and harder to maintain. It was then, when she moaned out once more, loud and even a little more high pitched than her usual deep rumbles as if she reached her own pleasure. It was something so interesting to hear – her, moaning almost like a regular woman being taken by a man. Which, in appearance, was what this was. Each thrust managed to make her body shake and writhe under his as her arms went up to coil around his neck now, pulling him as close to her as she could, refusing to let any inch between them. He was hers and she? He made sure to let her know – Forehead to forehead, she heard the deep, beastly roar of possessiveness over her, that loud moaned groan he let out. ‘Mine’. That was new – Somebody was utterly ~claiming~ her while reaching her climax – It was enough to drive her over the edge of her own pleasure, enough to make those arms clasp and tighten around him, enough to make those walls contract around his large shaft as her head jolted upwards to press their lips together into one last kiss. Burning hot, scolding against his flesh as the walls around them started to shake as the earth beneath them roared. The illusion, starting to shatter as they both reached their climax, as those last powerful thrusts managed to bring her pleasure out, finishing the feeding session, for both. With a whispered gasp, right against his lips, she mused out softly, almost in an exhausted sigh. “Mine.”
RB: – To feel her reach her climax was in itself a greater gift than that of her blood. Watching her face ignite as the pleasure gave them both what they so sorely needed. Sophia’s hunger was to be sated, but not only that. Nick claimed her as his. And surprisingly, she claimed him right back. The final kiss that sealed this new found togetherness was sizzling white hot. Their bodies brought together as though they were meant to be united. They were both prey and predator alike. Worthy of each other’s lust and blood. Feeling the pulsating waves of her inner walls pressing hard and milking him dry, the Vampire quaked and shook, much like the whole room had. They were filled from each other. Blood and semen soaking the sheets beneath them. A hot wet mess. Bodies slick and stuck to each other. Fused by their new found love – if one could call it that. Propping himself up on one arm, he curled his fingers to caress her cheek, and take in a lock of her hair. If this was what it took to feed her, than she would never go hungry again. To Nick, she was his. From this moment on, he would be her protector, her dominant lover and her source of food. What he had put her through, had exhausted her. Nick rolled off her and then scooped her into his arms, so he may lay her head upon his chest. Stroking her back as though he was strumming a guitar. Nick had been her dinner…just as had been promised, and yet he never had felt so alive. He kissed the top of her head, over and over. Whispering her name as though it was now sacred to him.-
SA: The room began to be demolished, all around them. The pillars supporting the walls beginning to crash down as the floor began to sink within the earth. All the while, the two remained in bed as if it all were normal to them, or too exhausted to notice that they were caught in a landslide. Everything began to tremble in an earthquake which shook the floor beneath them and yet, they were in each other’s arms. Sophia complied to his motion of dragging her to flip her around, having those snow white tresses create a mess around his chest as she rested her head on his flesh. One single breath was taken by her, a small inhalation which to her, was more than enough to recover, slithering one arm upwards to coil around his neck as slender digits ran soft fingertips to follow the line of his chest. Soon, she hovered on top of him, hips on hips leaning down to let those white tresses cascade over her features to his, as if imprisoning him from viewing anything else but her. There was a wide, pleased grin on those scarlet lips, followed by a playful giggle, as if mocking him ever so slightly in irony, before it all went dark – Those dark tendrils he noticed the first time they met now coiled around their bed, enslaving them in complete, utter darkness, leaving nothing to normal view. A snap was heard – as if somebody snapping their fingers, or switching the lights back on as Nick would wake up back in his chambers, back in the Queendom. There was no trace of the room in ruins, or the woods surrounding it – There was no trace of ~her~ whatsoever, but a lost Tarot card on the table next to him. His card, the only trace of their encounter. Strength.
RB: – Was it all a dream? Nick opened his eyes as the trail of her laughter faded away and the sound that replaced it was the light dripping sound of water from an old pipe. Groaning, Nick pushed himself up to sitting and looked down to see that he was dressed. That same tux that he had put on at the start of the evening. Glancing about him he recognised the room. It was his chambers in the Blood Rose kingdom. Reaching up, Nick raked his fingers through his hair as he looked around confused by it all. He had just spent the night of his unlife with a woman that ensnared him in more ways than one. But now he was starting to question if that was all a dream. His fingers moved upon the bedding to come across a tarot card. Looking down, he recognised it. It was the same card that she had given him at the end of the reading. ‘Strength.’ He took up the card and then looked around him. “Sophia?” Calling out her name, in the hopes that it hadn’t been a dream. He wanted it to be real. Only silence met his call. Pushing himself off the bed, he went to the chamber door and unlocked it. He pushed the door open and looked out into the corridor. No sign of anyone. The place was practically deserted of life. ~I’ve got to find her.~ He thought to himself. He felt this connection as though she was inside of him. Pulling imaginary strings. The voice, that sweet voice kept repeating….”Mine.” (Fade out) –