Predator or Prey?

 

Continuing on from “Beneath the Silk”, Sophia has created a world within Nick’s mind.  An illusion of a grand estate, with a special surprise behind the red veils.  But is the Vampire knight to be the Predator, or the prey?

Co-written with SA.

 

SA:  ‘Beautiful.’ Now, that was a word she didn’t hear quite often, especially not when that mask came off. There was beauty in the unknown and yet the unknown usually disturbed many when the secret was revealed – Those never-blinking optics, their  oh, so strange, chromatics and the very fact that they were lacking pupils could disturb and horrify many – And they did. It was the main reason for her to hide them, away from vision of others, the main reason why the black mask never left her features for such a long time; It was only when she realized her preys could not escape her anymore, when she took it off, letting it be the last thing they saw as she basked in their horror, at the sight of those abnormal hues. She was called beautiful before; A woman who resembled a Rusalka, a Predator. A Siren, even, knew how to get around – Seduce, entice, all for it to make sure she’d feed – And yet, she was never called Beautiful when her orbs would’ve been released from their black silk prison. It took her by surprise, even widened those striking azures that if they were to have pupils, they’d be dilating by now. But they didn’t. So, instead, it looked like the azure got even brighter, deeper, like the vast depths of an ocean combined with a bright sky, lacking any cloud to block its beauty. The hand placed over her cheek was only met with one of her gloved limbs, gently slithering over his, letting their digits lace together in a grip, as she held onto him, her gaze drifting to the ground. If she was cold before, there was a hint of warmth, just a little bit over her cheeks, over the alabaster skin. “How so…?” She wanted to know – It wasn’t a test, this time. There was curiosity in her own beauty, beauty never seen before by others in a moment like this.

 

RB:  -They say that there is beauty in all things.  What people regard as beautiful is a matter of interpretation.  Nick had seen much over his travels, and found that there were women that considered themselves to be attractive, opening flaunting it and using it for a way to gain power and or a love sick puppy.  What Nick saw, when the black bandanna was removed was something that he could even regard as being sacred.  Why she had hidden her eyes from the world, when they were in fact the most spectacular he had ever seen?  Was she ashamed of them?  Is that why she was so quick to cover them up in his presence?  All that the vampire knew was that she wished to share this with him, and whether or not he was truly worthy to bear witness – he did not know.  His reaction and words had been spontaneous as had been his movement of his hand to cup her cheek.  He did not expect her to touch his hand, or ask as to how he found her to beautiful.  “You have eyes that are deeper in shade then the bluest ocean, or the brightest sapphire.  You are unique, truly.”  As she could see inside of him, he was able to see what others did not.   Nick moved his free hand to her chin, so that he might raise her face up so that he may look upon her again.  “Look at me, Sophia.  I know you can see through me.   You can see I speak the truth.”

~RB~

 

 

SA:  Such an odd moment. In a more than romantic scenery, with the moonlight behind them as the scent of rose petals enveloped them both, carried by the soft breeze. An odd moment in which the appeared more like lovers, than Predator and Prey or even two Predators. A moment in which she, herself, almost forgot what she was here for, taking in the man’s words as if those were words she barely heard, ever in her life. New words, like a small child trying to make sense of them, grasp their true meaning. ‘Unique’. She repeated that one, in a whispered, hushed voice, almost to herself, to make sure she understood. Because, just like a small child, it was new to her. Brows furled inwards, as if frustrated to not grasp its meaning yet, interrupted by the wandering limb which soon found its place against her chin, lifting her azure gaze upwards. That’s when it happened. When she remembered why she was here for, and a muffled grown escaped the depths of her throat, like a deep, deep rumble rolling along the column of her neck on the inside, only to finally meet his gaze once more. What was it?

 

RB:  -Did she not believe what he just said?  Sophia repeated the word ‘unique’ as though she had never heard it before.  Had no one ever payed her a compliment like this?  Nick meant every word.  But if it flattered her, it didn’t.  She made a strange sound as she stared upwards, but not at him.  He could feel the rumble of the release through the skin under her chin.  Perhaps he had overstepped his bounds.  After all, he had touched her, not just on her cheek, but under her chin so that she might raise her gaze.  Was he not meant to see the beauty of her eyes?  Maybe she simply did not expect that from him.  Nick was now in uncharted waters, and…her waters.  He was suddenly reminded that this was all her doing.  The vampire’s lips formed a thin line as he started to draw back his hand.  “If I have offended you, Sophia, I apologize.  I am not normally so…hands on.” –

~RB~

 

SA:  It was then when he could finally see why her eyes were hardly considered beautiful – The gaze she had given him at that moment, that very moment when she lifted her head upwards to meet the male’s hues, was a gaze which only emanated coldness. They stared, so deeply that you’d feel them staring right into your soul and so cold that you’d even feel how a tiny shard of ice made its way to your heart. The most disturbing factor of them was that they never blinked, not once – A continuous stare, a gaze into ones soul, as if scattering through it, searching, rummaging only to find what she wanted. What she needed. A hand moved upwards. And then, the other followed as they both found their place on the male’s cheeks, cupping them lightly as fingers trailed upwards to tug against the raven strands. She moved closer, bumping her body against his, pressing them together, silk on silk, cold on cold as she gripped onto him, so tightly and yet so delicately that he wouldn’t even want to escape – not that he even could. It was then, when she leaned in, as her azure optics continued to stare into his, never blinking, lacking pupils and oh, so very deep. The saying of ‘getting lost in ones eyes’ surely attributed to this woman, for they were ocean deep and sky-high blue. The moment which followed could only gain the attributes of stunning, surprising and yet, so very mesmerizing, when her lips parted only barely, enough to cradle the male’s lower lip between them, pressing them together, while her hands continued their grip around his neck, now. This was the oddity of her being – Despite being ice cold, her lips burned. A searing heat, scolding hot to the touch as if they wanted to burn the flesh they made contact with. Longing into the passion.

 

RB: – Women are such fickle creatures.  One minute they have you thinking you’ve gone and done wrong, and the next, they are kissing you with a burning sensation that is more than just sizzling.  Nick had barely gotten out his apology, when Sophia did the unexpected.  Had Nick misjudged the growl for something entirely different?  All he knew was that she had taken his cheeks in her hands, so that she may bring his face closer to her own.  Her body now pressing up against his, and she actually bumped her frame to his.  The grip she now had was one of strength, like she had no intention of letting him go.  But, did he want to be free from this woman?  Hell no.  He had already been captivated by her eyes, and now she was taking him into an embrace, that had him lose his breath.  Lost in the hypnotic gaze of her azure eyes, Nick seemed to lose all sense of reason and found himself being kissed by her with lips that were in total contradiction to the rest of her.  Burning…like they were on fire.  As if from far away….deep down in the Vampire’s belly, a growl was released that reverberated up through his throat and into her waiting mouth, that had seized him captive.  Nick could feel the tightening grip around his neck from her hands, and this was when he gave in.  Sweet surrender.  The pain and pleasure melded into one powerful force, and the vampire wrapped his own arms around her, so that he could suffer longer.  The predator within him rose up proudly, and he kissed her back savagely…hungrily…as though his unlife depended on it.

~RB~

 

SA:  -Naked. It was the only word that could be attributed to how she felt right now, stripped of the concealment over the secret she kept for so long. She didn’t care for clothing, as for here, there were only means of enticing even further, creating and intensifying the façade she donned upon herself – But to have her mask pulled off really meant standing naked in front of the other, a feeling of almost embarrassment, like a virgin revealing herself for the first time, on her wedding night. It felt odd – Odder was the fact that she actually felt that way, the Predator. Chains rattled within her, the Monster longing for release as the kiss lingered, on and on. Hot on Cold, lingering desire as her hands tugged at the back of his coat, gripping tightly into small fists. To hear her growl only made her grin – A wide, Cheshire-like grin without even breaking the kiss as she offered a small nip to the male’s lower lip only to provoke him further. Provoke his own Predator to come loose. And that’s when another dance happened, one she would lead now, while she took a step backwards, towards the room. And another. And another. Tugging him to follow, leaving the balcony and going back within the room in ruins, while their lips still melted against each other.

 

RB:  -The power of this woman was insane.  The way that she kissed him, and clawed at the back of his jacket, only served to strengthen her hold over him.  Of course his hands had found themselves wandering over and across her back.  Finding their way to the rounded globes of her bottom, that had been so easy to caress through the flimsy fabric of her gown.  The deeper and longer that Nick kissed Sophia and let his tongue snake into her mouth to lick at the insides of her cheek, run across her teeth, did he truly feel that he wanted more than wanton kisses.  The inner growl had been his predator announcing that he was home.  Home – within her eyes.  Those same eyes that did not blink, nor move to follow the light.  But Sophia was ahead of the game, breaking the kiss – only to nip at his lower lip in a bid to bring him out further.  The beauty of his face was now changing to that of his vampiric self.  The sharpness of his features as his bones seemed to lengthen beneath his skin.  Nick’s eyes gave way to a blood red sheen with a small black pupil in its center.  Though she might have been smiling a Cheshire cat like grin at her prize, he wasn’t.  Never more serious had he been before.  She might have been dancing him back into her lair of fine veiled curtains, but he was already eyeing off her neck.  Nick now snorted through his nostrils, as she kept kissing his lips and dragging him back…One step at a time.  As soon as she did stop though, he’d pull away from her plump lips and then start to lick and nip at the base of her neck.  The game was on…

 

~RB~

 

 

SA:  This was it. When two Predators met and the collision happened – Two different worlds, colliding, shaping as one, gathering their common points and clashing against their differences. A collision that could only be considered deadly, fatal, for at least one of the playing parts. This was the game, the hunting game between two Predators about to snap – Her, with the rattling chains within her soul, right at the core as the Monster wanted, longed for release. Sweet, sweet release.  And him, with the Beast boiling inside, the moment she felt his tongue slither out to play with hers. They danced together while they moved across the room, until she actually ~pinned~ him to the wall – Enough force to impact his back against the concrete surface, her hands now falling around his neck and draping along his chest as the tips of her claws slid along his shirt; They didn’t rip it, yet, but applied enough pressure for him to ~feel~ the small scratched right along his skin beneath the fabric. And when he leaned down, and nipped along her jawline and neck, a growl was released – It almost sounded like a murr; Sensual, soft, erotic, a feline getting what she truly wanted. Finally. When he did, she only arched back to bend backwards, lowering her frame in a small arch as their lower bodies pressed against each other, her chest hovering in the air, for his viewing pleasure. She pulled him in, letting his torso reach hers as some stray strands of her snow-white tresses dangled in the air – An almost similar way of holding the pose she did when they danced.

 

 

 

RB: – Nick’s eyes rolled back as he fell deep within the darkness of his own inner beast.  It was clamouring to be released from within, as much as Sophia’s was.  The wicked licks to her neck had brought him a pleasurable release in the form of the rapid beating of a long dead heart.  All through their meetings he had remained the perfect gentleman, the silver tongue, the Knight.  Now, he had forgotten all that he was – only the base creature wanted to be brought out to Sophia’s light.  Being slammed suddenly against the cold concrete surface, stunned him enough to snap his head up and back from her neck.  From this point, his elongated fangs were on full display while his jaw slackened.  The handsome Nick was gone from view.  He let out a guttural growl, almost animal like when Sophia rand her nails down his chest and scratched through cloth to his skin.  The red of his blood now seeping through his silken shirt.  The pain was delicious and he took one hand to rip his shirt apart so she could smell and feel the richness of his blood.  Red to the point of being black.  Sophia then lent back so she could display her ample bosom for his viewing pleasure.  Her back arching just like before when they danced.  Nick’s mouth opened as he was about to lunge at her throat.  It was irresistible, and just as he was about to bite, he said her name….as if the man within…was fighting back.  The one…that cared for her.  “Sophia…”  His fangs stopping as he panted…the tips so close to breaking the skin, till he dragged them across and rested his forehead to her neck. –

~RB~

 

SA:   The game has begun – a game between two Predators, finally being offered release from their cage, the chains which kept them imprisoned rattling loudly, loud enough that one would almost be able to hear them, if they paid close attention to the darkness. Such common features between each other, both sharing a monster which lurked within. It was a serpent’s grip, her arms coiling up around his neck only to secure him in her grasp, pulling and tugging at his form closer and closer to her – His breath, at the base of her neck, rolling along her chest which would’ve sent a shiver through her spine, a quickened pace to her heartbeat – Yet she had none of that. Instead, there was a rumbling sound, like the purr of a satisfied feline, escaping those plump, scarlet lips the moment his would reach her flesh. Feeling just the tip of his fangs trailing, barely hovering above her alabaster skin, hearing her name being called out almost like a whisper, a cry for help, she offered a grin – Sardonic and cruel, the grin of a Cheshire cat as one arm went upwards, tugging at those raven strands of his. Eventually, she’d release him – even ~pushing~ him away from her with enough force to have his body impacting the wall behind him just slightly – as she began walking away. Her head craned to the side, her eyes turned to meet him, offering a gaze over her shoulder, azures burning cold. It was a sensual gaze, one filled with eroticism as her lips slightly parted to allow the sensation to sink in, while she moved forwards, towards the stairs.

 

RB:  -Finger tips slowly dragging at first.  Cold steel to touch, yet their strength was undeniable.  Like quicksilver she was able to wind her way around him.  Serpent like movements and deadly to any who was weak to her charms.  Yes, it was a game of two predators, very much so.  In the depths of her eyes, Nick found himself staring into those mirrors that showed only what she wanted him to see.  Her body writhed as the temptress within her led him into the very center of her web.  An insatiable need by the wraith – to tangle the vampire up into her invisible silken strands of malice.  Sound bubbled up from within the exotic white haired maiden.   Whatever it was that stopped Nick from making an attack upon her had only staved off the inevitable.  The drag of his canines across her flesh caused her to react harshly.  Forcefully pushing him away and into a marble pillar, that shook violently.  Dust lightly falling and speckling the only offered candle light.  Had he just displeased her?  It was so hard to tell, for now she was looking back at him with eyes that burned ice cold – the wicked smile on her face making him want her all the more.  Nick’s reaction was to follow her.  Almost blindly, he walked towards the stairs.  Everything about her was sinful and delicious.  From her scent to her skin, her bewitching eyes, and those hips…God those hips.  Lust rose sharply from within a darkened place.  She had lit the flame and it was going to be hard to extinguish. –

 

~RB~

 

SA:  How was it possible for something which functioned so much like a machine to have such a sway in her movement, almost intoxicant to his view? How was it that a woman which was far from a woman have such femininity and sensuality in her movements, as each step up the stairs was performed with such grace, such flow that each step seemed like a dance in which the hem of her long white dress participated, combined with the soft clicking of her heels, only to enhance the sensation – Like a clock ticking, those heels beat along the floor on her way up, a clock, ticking, for him. Tick-tock, click-click-click all the way up. She never looked back at him again, after that one simple, subtle gaze, allowing him to drown in her movements. The swaying of her hips, the curve her body created when each leg lifted up against the stair. Only to enhance his lust. Lust – One of the many things she fed on, the Wraith, hungry for Sins – So hungry that he could feel her, so close and yet so far from his body and soul – So close to devouring both. There was a sudden click, before the male could have realized what happened, as the door behind them snapped shut, sending them both upstairs, as vision would be graced with the sight of a king sized bed, under a canopy. Scarlet red, silken sheets with crimson reflections. Now, she was pinned – Her back rested neatly against the door, as if letting him ~know~ he had no escape anymore, blocking his only way out. Her eyes burned, sending cold shivers along the male’s already tensed muscles, as those lips remained perpetually parted, only slightly, barely creating a small gap between them. Waiting.  Anticipating. Provoking.  Longing.

 

RB: -The trap had been set long before Nick had set foot upon the stairs.  It had all begun the moment that Sophia had entered the Kingdom of the Blood Rose.  From the beginning, the white haired wraith had one objective, and that was to feed.  The Queen, in her fear had left the Knight to entertain the guest, and he had obliged in the game of cards.  The reading.  He had shown to have strength, and even had been given the card as a reminder of that event.  Now however, was that same strength going to save him, and did he even want to be saved?  The mesmerizing way in which Sophia’s hips swayed, back and forth like a pendulum, or hypnotist’s fob watch – had the Vampire all but lost to the world outside of Sophia’s making.  Nick followed until it was too late to turn back.  Once we accept our fate, we are at the mercy of what lay behind the magician’s curtain.  What awaited Nick however was a room that could best be described as a bedroom.  If he was expecting a dining hall, he was mistaken, but really…he was the main course.  The stage was set.  The players took their positions upon the floor.  The click of the lock turned and with her back resting to that same door, there would be no escape.  But really, did he want to be set free?  A wry smile formed to his lips, through the haze of anticipation and lust.  He tore off his coat and simply let it fall to the floor.  Bold steps cut across the floor back to where she stood.  In this room, of decadence and red satin, blood would be spilt, and it was probably going to be his.  Nick started to undo the buttons of his shirt, as she may well watch him in silence.  “This is what you wanted all along.  There was no dinner…you wanted to feed upon me.”  Nick opened his shirt, and she could see his abs and hairless chest.  “How hungry are you, Sophia?”  His voice hoarse, but riddled with lust.  The very thing she wanted most of all. –

~RB~

 

SA:   “Starving.” It all started with that ~word~. And then, everything would follow in a sudden collision, as everything truly came to be after that one singular, whispered out word was spoken. She always played her Game right – The Blind Reader, this woman with such an abnormal visage, abnormal characteristics and odd behaviour, this puzzle unable to be solved. She always played her Game just like it was supposed to be played, despite the vast majority of her victims never truly reaching this point of it – Truth be told, there were very few she actually fed off from their Lust, very few to invite over Dinner instead of devouring them right at the Tarot table. Very few who actually, truly impressed her? An arm extended upwards, satin gloved long digits playing with the pins which held white tresses in place only to remove them, letting those strands of pure snow cascade over her shoulders like an avalanche, waves and waves crashing against her shoulder blades and over her back, throwing the pins aside. Her azures made sure to burn and roam over each inch of his body, each small movement he made, each button he unhooked from his shirt. Sophia didn’t move from her spot, nor uttered another word. There was nothing else to be said, like a Tarot reading itself, when all the cards are flipped over, facing them. All the cards showing, finally, clear on the table for them to see. The Cards never lie and now, they were telling this man’s Faith, in the hands of the Reader, so skilfully crafting and shaping the thread of his Destiny. But this was a hunt, between two Predators, and she wouldn’t have it any other way – A fair fight, Predator to Predator, a War that was on the verge on starting right there, in the bedroom.

 

RB:  -The truth.  One word answered everything that Nick now believed.  This game she had played so well, was reaching the spectacular conclusion.  One that would see her reap the rewards for her efforts.  For a man that was facing his greatest threat, he showed a face that was actually happy.  There was no more need for words.  No more questions to be answered.  Her movements, like that of a skilled dancer, started them off.  All by the simple letting down of her hair.  A torrent of white tresses that tumbled down her back – the pins only scattering to the floor discarded.  In matching with her movements, he too began to peel away – at first with his shirt that simply fell to the floor, once he had withdrawn his arms from them one at a time.  The silk like black material abandoned.  As her eyes traversed his body, so too did Nick’s on hers.  The vampire reached out and pinched at the white fabric of her dress, the straps on her shoulders – and slowly he slid them down over the roundness of her shoulders….down her arms so that her beautiful breasts would be exposed to the chill of the night’s air.  His fingertips were rough against the soft silkiness of her skin.  Sheer, just as he had imagined it to be.  Nick was still the hunter, but he knew that there was always that one creature that could never be tamed.  His pants now sat low on his hips, the vampire exposed to Sophia’s hunger.   He was so close now, that she could feel his breath upon her skin.  His lips parted enough for her to see those dog teeth of his.  The suffering would end on his call.  “Feast…upon me.”

 

SA:  His shirt, fully removed, allowing his pale skin to be for her viewing pleasure only as one arm reached for him, slender digits trailing lightly along his chest. Those satin white gloved fingertips only moved to caress along each line of perfectly defined muscles of his chest as if tracing the lines of a sculpted masterpiece, creating small patterns along his skin. She felt his wandering him as it slid under the straps of her dress, slowly letting them fall over her shoulders, feeling the softness of her skin – velvet to the touch, feather-like. Head craned to the side only to take notice of this motion before both her hands moved to search for his, lacing digits together as she moved his hands at the back of her dress, up to the top, where the zipper started – It was then when he could actually feel the structure of her body, that almost anorexic physique of this woman as the zipper was strategically placed right in the middle of her body, following the line of her spine. It was straight down, allowing the dress to completely fall, sliding off her body once it would’ve been lowered. She maintained his hands there while hers moved upwards, back along his chest before removing her gloves, having those neatly done nails drag along his flesh. Gentle caress of a feather-like skin combined with sharp, short lived scratches, not enough pressure to draw blood yet enough to leave a small sting. Her lips, perpetually parted only slightly as her body moved almost by instinct against his, leaning in for a kiss, whether or not he would go for unzipping the white fabric which imprisoned her curves. ‘Feast?’ The words echoed through her mind allowing a Cheshire grin to spread over her alabaster features, right in that brief moment, before the kiss. Before the beginning of the end.

 

RB:  -It was truly a dance between two devils.  Each had their own desires and reasons for their behavior, and like a skilled chess player, Nick was not showing his true potential just yet.  Like a fool he could have rushed in madly, and given into her much sooner than he had, but he gave off the illusion that he was completely smitten by her attentions.  It was only when Nick had removed her white dress, and felt the edges of her spine jutting out of her lily white skin, did he truly realize that she was in fact wasting away before him.  Bones sticking out so far as to stretch the skin for all they were worth.  Nick’s fingers curled inwards after the touch as though seizing a small bird in the palm of his hand.  But those same fingers would be prized open by Sophia’s fingers, when brought back around. Interlocked them with her own.  Her free hand was now naked of the white satin glove, and so she started off, by scratching down Nick’s torso – not enough to draw blood, but more so to  arouse the Vampire into a state of being.  The vampire released a pent up growl, that had been building ever since their bodies came together.  Pressed flesh to flesh, and now she went in for the kill, but this was when the game turned slightly.  A twist that was to be unexpected.  As she leaned in for the kiss, his fingers ripped the zipper downward in such a fashion that it may well tear the fabric.  His dog teeth fully extended went to not just nip her bottom lip, but pull it back far enough that it may well cause a tear.  Nick snorted as the male started to show a sign of true dominance.  A fist full of the white fabric caught between his fingers, as he drew her even closer. –

~RB~

 

SA:  Withering away’ was perhaps, indeed, the best term to describe the physical condition of this abnormal woman who truly fell in the cliché category of ‘flesh and bone’ and yet, something already dead cannot still be withering away – She believed that by now he had a couple of hints scattered here and there along their time together to understand the anomaly of her, he reasons why pieces of the puzzle refused to click together – But if he didn’t, she wouldn’t complain much. A meal was a meal, despite having a small disappointment in the outcome of it. For once, though, she was caught off-guard, so sure of her movement to go for the kiss that she did not notice when his hands moved back around her frame. Her body once pressed against the wooden door was now ever so roughly pulled towards his until there was no more room between their chest, torsos rubbing together. No room to breathe – not that she needed to – no room to actually create a distance between them anymore, neither physical nor mental. The board was set and the pawns each had their place on it. There was even a soft sound which escaped her, a sound he wouldn’t have heard before, to actually hear her surprised: A gasp into the rough tug of her form towards his only to feel and hear that zipper being pulled down, sliding along her frame – The dress parting in the middle behind her to reveal skin of alabaster so easily once camouflaged with the fabric of seminal chromatics; The prominent shoulder blades and spine and the natural curve of her body, as white fabric eventually slid all the way down to the floor with a small, barely audible dropping noise, rustling the air around them. It was then, when her bottom lip was tugged into the grasp of his sharp canines, that she reacted with a stifled growl of her own – a longing growl, a hungry growl as her arms went under his shoulders and at his back, pulling ~his~ form to ~hers~ while taking a step backwards to impact her own back against the door, once more, with quite the loud bang to it. Then and there, it happened for a similar motion to be performed, apparently coincidental – But he should know better than to consider this woman’s actions as mere coincidences by now – Meant to install a déjà-vu feeling into the man’s mind; One of her long, slender and now fully bare, beautiful legs came to coil around one of his, trailing the fabric of his trousers against her perfect flesh only to gently loop it around his hips. Provoking, yet inviting him more towards her. The Lion, letting its prey approach willingly.

 

 

RB: –  A meal is a meal that is true.  But who was to dine first?  It was that sound, the shock of surprise by the vampire’s boldness, that caught Sophia off guard and it was at this moment, that the Vampire completely turned the game on its head.  Oh she was quick to use her slender limbs to wrap around his leg to bring him in even closer, but this just served to make it all the more easier for him to do what he was about to.  Wraith or not, she was a woman.  A woman that hungered for the same nocturnal desires that all others did.  Hungry as she may be, there would be a part of her that wanted to be fed upon.  To be tasted, savored…and enjoyed.  When her body slammed hard against the door, with no room to move away, Nick started to slink down.  His nose prodding and his head flicking against her bare skin as he went down on one knee.  A hand moved her leg so that it was now draped over his shoulder.  Oh…she could still do that, it only made it easier for him.  Nick tore the rest of her dress away with his teeth, causing it to rip down the front as well as the back – exposing the sweetness that he searched for.  Her musk was intoxicating, and with one leg up, she was well and truly exposed to his ministrations.  At first, he ran his nose up between her swollen lips, before letting his long snake like tongue delve between her sensitive folds. Already her nectar could be tasted upon his waiting tongue, and he angled his head in a fashion that allowed him to open mouth kiss those same lower lips. His right hand snaked around to capture the ripe bare ass cheek that awaited him, and so this meant she would find it difficult to move without a lot of effort on her part.  If the lip nipping had been shocking, this was bound to bring out a cry of unadulterated pleasure from those sweet lips of hers.  The vampire’s head was now buried between her thighs, his tongue flicking in and out as he lapped at her richness of taste.  A rumble of dark pleasure was felt from his heaving chest. The feeding had begun.-

~RB~

 

SA:  The feeding had begun indeed, seemingly for both of them – different styles, different methods and even completely antithetic connotations for the action or object of feeding. With the last bits of white fabric torn from her figure, Sophia was left completely naked, in front of him, showing yet another almost disturbing abnormality – There was Perfection. The notion which is considered impossible to reach was, at least at first glance, reached by her features – Her breasts, the perfect tear-drop shape, round and perky with a pair of pale pink nipples, erect in the cold air of the room in ruins; her abdomen, completely flat, having those prominent hipbones protruding against a thin layer of flesh; Her legs, long, slender, that small mound of flesh above her flesh neatly bald, smooth skin to the touch. The oddity which made her disturbing was that there was no blemish, no birthmark, nothing but a vast field of perfect alabaster flesh, as if she wasn’t born, bur created. As if her body was a living – but not quite – , breathing – but not really – sculpture or marble. There was one singular sign of a blemish, one that was almost impossible not to notice as it consisted in a scar, right in the middle of her chest, merely a couple of inches below the in-between of her breasts. A perfect, vertical scar which showed the precision of it doing and yet, a scar with a slight blackened edge to it. He didn’t seem to give it much importance, despite it being the only ‘normal’ thing in the perfect anomaly that she was – She felt him, lowering himself only to bring one of her legs upwards as it instinctually draped along his back, his breath trailing over her most sacred area, her very intimate sex and his tongue spreading those soft, smooth folds only to reach the fruit it was after. Another growl, rumbled along her throat as those azures came to jolt to the back of her head instantly while her neck snapped back. There was pleasure. But to her, it had a meaning beyond the Carnal itself – The Lust was what she fed on, the mere feeling of it rushing through your body – it fueled and made her chest heave in anticipation, longing for more. More and more until she would have been ready to ‘Feast’.

 

 

RB : -Our bodies speak in volumes that cannot be heard by the naked ear.  The slightest tremor from a quivering thigh, the sharp jerk of realization that one was being explored and tasted by a skilled lover.  Nick was not only paying attention to the sounds she uttered, but the way she moved.  And it was at this point, that Nick began to realize something.  While most women became a quaking mess at this sort of attention, Sophia was holding back.  Yes, she let the leg stay upon his shoulder, but there was no hand to guide his head further into what would be her sacred jewel.  With his mouth still wet from the lacquer she provided, the Vampire pushed her leg off his shoulder and started to rise slowly as though slinking up her form.  He had caught sight of her almost unnatural beauty on his travels down and up.  He did come to notice the vertical scar that was between those all too perfect breasts.  The only imperfection upon what was a clean slate. As they came face to face once more, she would be able to smell herself upon his nose and those same grey lips.  She was holding back, though reeling him in at the same time.  It was not her own pleasure that she sought.  It was his.  Her body was bait; the whole thing was a trap.  He stared her down as the jigsaw pieces all fell into place.  Nick’s eyes widened at the reality of this moment.  Always the predator, but this wicked girl had stacked the deck long before he sat down at her table.  “You don’t want an easy meal, do you?”  He’d been manipulated beautifully.  Without so much as a word from her.  How incredibly clever of her.  She may be standing before him naked, but she was dressed to kill.  He stared at those lips.  Should he kiss her one last time?  The silence was now deafening.-

~RB~

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SA:  There was no such thing as an ‘easy meal’ to her – To even utter those 2 words was offensive for her – She never wanted something easy. So, to see the man stop and, moreover, tell her that managed to irritate her yet not enough to move away. Her arms did remove themselves from the grip they had over his form, hands coming to place palms flat on the wooden surface behind her as they stood there, face to face. Her game; unmasked by him.  Her reward; recognized by him. “Of course not.” She mused out lightly, as those azure orbs burned deep within him with such coldness. Never blinking, always staring. “…But you knew that, the moment you stepped in.” And there it was, the Monster revealing itself to the man as a sardonic grin allowed those scarlet lips to curl upwards by their corners. Slowly, she moved her back away from the door, steps followed by that soft clicking of her heels against the floor motioning her across the upstairs, all the way to the edge of the bed. “And you don’t seek an easy meal, either – It’s why you’ve accepted my Dinner invitation which, mind you, was just that – an invitation left to your free will to accept or decline.” With that, her body propped up to sit by the edge of the bed, hands holding onto the sheets as her legs crossed, left over right, offering a gaze his way. “You knew what you were getting to, the moment you asked your question at the table… And furthermore, it’s what ~you~ want. You don’t want an easy task – You seek the thrill. The suspense and the climax. You seek what lies beyond a mortal’s capacity of grasping meaning to certain things. Which is what I am able to offer you.” Pause. One of her hands patting the spot next to her onto the bed. “…you see, Nick. I didn’t seek you out, no – You’ve sought me, from the beginning.”

Rough Dominance – SS

 

 

Scene setting : Dark alley in Hell.

co-written with Artie.

(Brutal sex scene – reader discretion is advised)

 

Artie:  The blonde felt her skin perk with goosebumps at his words and whistle… but at the same time his words prompted a sort of fear only he could bring to the front of her mind.. The chill went from her core to her fingertips, causing her to involuntarily wrap one arm protectively around her breasts.. despite her full covering she still felt exposed. His tone gave her the feeling that he saw through her clothing, to the soft flesh underneath.. He’d only ever forcefully exposed her bosom to his greedy eyes, the rest remained hidden from his view and the thief felt such was best.. Slowly she would increase her own pace, the heat of the moment beginning to sober her, yet at the same time it kept her drunk and under. “Fuck that!” Her voice had risen in pitch — was that how she sounded when in ecstasy? The warlock could only ponder..

The fall of her chest picked up as did his pace, her own feet fumbling to move faster.. It was difficult to remain balance as one hand clutched the bottle of liquid that made her in such stupor.. the other hugging to her chest.. Even now she was dressed in such clothing that held everything in, but her increased voluptuousness also created an effect.. So surely, if all was released, she’d be much more appealing than now.. despite already appearing so. “Go away, you.. you.. fuck!” She’d gotten frustrated, increasing her pace and thus the loudness of her strides..

And then strong arms wrapped around her body, encasing her. At this the girl’s feet would kick upwards, heat bursting from her core at the physical touch while her mind screamed in agony with the yell of fright from her lips.. “Don’t fucking touch me!” Her hand would bring back the bottle over his head – she was unsure if she’d hit him, or if it flew over him.. But either way, she heard the shatter of her only defense…

Her leg would attempt to kick back, aiming to hit him hard in the shin. This was done merely to get a few hits in – from his strong grasp she knew that her continuous squirming would do little good.. Her heart beat furiously, excited and scared all at the same time as her chest moved in reaction as such. “Son of a bitch! Bastard!” Random profanities ripped from her lips, her expression that of a snarl as she could feel her clothing tightening against her form.. Her hands clawed for his arms, attempting to leave deep scratches on his forearms.

All thought of his pleasure was forgotten as she fought his will.

 

Razorbackwriter:  ~ Come into these arms again….and lay your body down~

Such a rawness to her voice. Though tainted by the drink, there was a hidden message within her words. Bandit’s pitch a dead giveaway. She could not hide the excitement she felt if she dared. It was what made her all the more exotic in his mind. How could Bandit have forgotten so easily that it was her fighting spirit that made him heady and almost slick from rising passion. Already he was releasing a dribble of pre that stained his pants, though in this lack of light she would not be able to see. Like a viper, the Warlock’s arm shot out and then enveloped Bandit from behind. She was slow due to her alcoholic fueled stupor and this made it all the more entertaining. In a filth laden alley, with the woman that he had hunted for so long being nothing more than a sad drunk. Oh but she still had that bite. Her words filled with venom and malice. It was only when he dug his clawed digits into the succulent mounds of her breasts that were now stretching the very fabric of her top did the Warlock howl long and loud as he went in for the kill.

Her struggles were foreplay, her scratching and snarling were that of a temptress…a tease. His thickening member twitched and slapped at her ass from within the confines of his pants. Her legs kicked outward, but this only made her rounded buttocks press back to his hips. It was almost like she was bouncing and Raul reveled in the actions. “Don’t fucking touch me!” She screamed, and this would only heighten his need to dominate her. “Too…Nmmph….late.” He was doing more than touch her. His other arm coming around, to find a way to slide his fingers between her legs. The tearing sound of her shirt would come as they struggled with each other. Raul trying to force her to one of the industrial bins., so he could bend her over. Bandit got a few good kicks in to his shins, but this was met with delicious growls as a reward.“Son of a bitch! Bastard!” She screamed, as she scratched into his forearms, drawing blood.

“YES!…MARK ME!..MAKE ME BLEED…AND I SHALL DO THE SAME TO YOU!” Raul’s voice rich and thick with want, as he bit down on her neck with a ferocity that would leave her reeling.

~RB~

Artie:  “No.. no!” Rrrriipp! The tear of her fabric that shielded her from his view was the sound of the beginnings of defeat.. All that stood between him and the sensitivity of her chest was the bra that held her full bounce in.. Yet he had already made it clear that he could take the fabric and rid her of it in haste. Yet.. her heart beat in desire, her legs squeezing together in protest of him but at the same time her womanhood tensed in ready anticipation. The contradictory feel of mind and body was overwhelming, her drunken brain buzzing with an attempt to make sense of what was happening. The grunts of her struggle reflected back at the thief, the female’s feet dragging along the ground to dig in her heels.. She was not making it easy for him to drag her to such terrible confinement, where he would truly be able to dominate her. “Fuck! No!” The words burst from her in loud cries, distress clear in her voice while the higher pitch gave away her excitement.. If she had been sober, such pleasure would not be heard..

The warlock’s next words caused her to stiffen, her whole body tensing at the action that followed.. It was surprising that she did not go limp, instead her body going to a complete lockdown mode when his teeth dug into the sensitive fleck of her neck.. Until, of course, her body immediately followed with an involuntary reaction. Her chest constricted, her lips parting as a cry resounded from her core. It started low in pitch but was soon high, her eyes fluttering at the intense pain and yet pleasure that came from it..

Her voice would end in a breathless tone, as though she had realized her noise finally and immediately cut it off, replacing it with a gasp. The sound had echoed around her, a redness coming over her cheeks as a breathlessness settled in. And dread. Dread coursed through her veins, knowing now that the growing need in her lower regions would be recognized through the terrible noise she had uttered..

“I… I don’t want..!” Though they had nearly reached the bins now, her stiff moment giving him quite a bit of leverage to drag her: but it was now that she dug in her heels harder, squeezing her thighs shut against his fingers that attempted to prod.. A sob racked her lips in the complete fear she held for herself, yet at the same time she wanted to laugh in lust..

 

Razorbackwriter:  The fight that Bandit put up only brought about rapture from the Warlock. His every pore taking in her released pheromones for she was clearly excited as she was terrified. The sharp razor edge of his nails now tearing not only the fabric of her shirt, but moving now to rip her bra to shreds. Lust had risen – eyes a shocking shade of red with a tinge of green stared at the woman’s neck as he withdrew from the fevered bite. Yes! He had once again made his claim in the way of a mark that bled such sweet droplets of her crimson stain. Hungrily he lapped at her flesh – panting as he did so. Fingers…hands moving fast and Bandit gave up a terrific fight of resistance. Her cries however betrayed her. High pitch and riddled with an aching need for more. It was what Raul knew of Bandit all along. As much as she would hate to ever admit it, the girl needed a firm hand – a strong Master to bring her to new and dizzying heights of unadulterated bliss. The heat she was now radiating was such her cheeks were aflame. Raul could feel the pounding of her heart beneath her peaked bosom, now swollen to fit perfectly into the clasp of his large hands.

Raul’s fingers probed through the cloth that separated him from her inner jewel. The sweet nub and luscious lips that he craved to delve and wallow in. A sob escaped Bandit’s lips and this was the moment of triumph. It spurred him to render her free of the tight pants that bared his way. “I… I don’t want..!” Even in the midst of the frenzied attack, her own body betrayed her words. Raul tore her panties free as though a rag, and his index finger and middle fingers slipped into the juicy folds that were waiting for him. Hot…lush…ripe. Bandit must truly be aching for him as he was now busting out of his own pants – the need to finish her so strong.

“Oh…but you do!” Raul cried out with her blood upon his lips. The Warlock slammed her hard against the bin, so her breasts were pushed to just hang over the side. His bulk pressed to her buttocks as he pinned her to the cold metal. Being of a larger frame, he towered over her. His lips brushing the back of her head, sniffing her sweet scent -ready to truly own her. One hand locked upon her right breast, with nails piercing her flesh – whilst he tore the last of the fabric to expose her bare rump. His hand striking it hard, before he released himself from the confine of his pants. Engorged and glistening, Raul began to rub his slick self between the crack of her arse, while his fingers violently began to pump into her dripping opening.

~RB~