The challenge was to write a 2,000 max. lust-filled scene involving something to do with the supernatural as it IS October, the self-proclaimed month of scary, macabre-ness (my favourite). So I wrote a 1900 word story entitled Love Bites though it isn't about vampires.
Love Bites
“Be patient with me, it’s my first time.” She whispered, her
breath steaming against his ear. His labored breaths were the only response she
received as she stood to look him in the eye, terror bleeding from every pore
of his body. He grunted, tugging roughly at the frayed ropes keeping him in
place against the base of the tree but they refused to budge. She smiled, her
eyes dark against her pale flesh and the reflection of the full moonlight, a
flash of something dangerously calming in her eyes making his struggling slow
to a whimper.
“Please”
“Shh,” she soothed, sinking down onto her bare heels, her
tattered brown skirt falling over her legs. “You were warned about coming into
the woods at night.” She reached for his dress shirt and made quick work of it
with clinical precision, as though it were just part of the routine to have her
golden hair flowing over one shoulder while she held his terrified eyes with
that same dangerous calm that had him mesmerized from the start. “Now you’re
going to pay.”
He didn’t mean to but her eyes had hypnotized him, pulling
him in, suckling on his soul until his erection was straining his dress pants.
She smiled in satisfaction as she peeled the material over the bulge and licked
her lips. She looked up at him through her eyelashes, flakes of gold against
her silver skin, grey eyes dark with anticipation. Without leaving his eyes sat
up, straddling his thighs and made him watch.
Her neck made an audible pop as she tilted it to the side,
her skin almost too weak to contain the bone and muscle beneath it. He saw the
flash of red beneath her skin when her hair swayed across her back and he knew
there was something else buried beneath the surface of her skin. Running her
hand across the swell of her breasts, exaggerated by the white off-shoulder
top, she swept her hands lower and lower between the fabric alternating between
light brushes of her fingertips and scratches at the surface of her skin as
though she were eager to be out of it.
She closed her eyes, biting her lip against the ecstasy of
all the fantasies playing through in her head. Her hips began to roll of their
own accord but she let them, watch the enchantment fall from his eyes as
realization came into play.
“Why don’t you just kill me?” He pleaded.
She pouted, barely keeping the smile from her face “where’s
the fun in that?” Unable to contain it, the smile ripped through her face,
lighting her features with anticipation before darkening when the moon past
through a cloud, leaving them in darkness. Silence blanketed them for a moment
before he gasped in surprise when she placed her hands firmly on the juncture
of his hips and slid down to straddle
his knees, the fabric of her skirt rising to expose her naked flesh to his legs
and making him jump in surprise. This was turning him on, she smiled; he wanted
to enjoy this before he died.
When the moon returned to its rightful place his erection was
free from his underwear, dancing before her flashing eyes, resting her chin in
her hand and watching him grow harder and harder with anticipation. With a
swiftness that no human could possess she sprang into action, slithering up his
body, taking an agonizingly long lick of his shift before appearing over him,
her eyes bright and delighted with the moonlight. He was entranced once again
with her beauty as she smiled, exposing her perfect teeth, her canines stained
with blood. He watched her as she reached between them, taking a painfully firm
grip of him and sank down, watching her eyes flutter closed with the pleasure
of it. She held there for a moment, absorbing him into her skin while he held
his breath awaiting her permission. In a hidden breath her eyes flashed open,
her pupils now black with passion and a lust for more than his body. She wanted
his blood; the sinewy muscle beneath. She wanted his heart; literally.
Slowly she lifted herself above him, pushing against his
chest, feeling the sporadic beat of his heart against the walls of his flesh,
the ribs protecting his heart that would be so easy to break. “Don’t worry,”
she whispered into the space between them “you’ll like this.” She sunk down of
him again, taking him completely, a throaty sigh of satisfaction leaving her
full, pink lips, eager to engulf his flesh within them.
She set the pace at a sensual, tantalizing slow pace their
eyes locked as she rode slowly, his hips gliding with hers, rolling with hers.
He watched her in the moonlight – a jewelry box dancer swaying in the cool
autumn air – the roll of her stomach muscles beneath the thin, white top,
clinging to bits of sweat-soaked skin; the slender, boney fingers which had
left his chest to gather her skirt around her waist so that he could watch
their joined bodies.
His eyes drifted lower to where he could watch her silken
skin melting into his, a moment in each breath where he couldn’t tell where he
ended and she began. It ignited a wave of lust that burned through him and
gripped his chest tighter than her fingertips had. On her next roll he lifted
his hips and thrust up to meet her, pushing deeper into her than he had before.
She gasped in surprise and delight, her lips forming a scandalous ‘o’ and her
eyes finding his with a reprimand that would never see the light of day.
She played along, enjoying the feel of him beneath her far
too much to stop him as he met her thrusts again and again increasing the pace
to a much more treacherous speed. She felt the cling of delight slip from her throat,
trickling between her heaving breasts and drop off her belly into her core,
planting the seed of genuine desire, a lust for him that had temporarily
slipped away in the heat of passion.
And her speed increased even more, her smile shaking with
anticipation. As she rode him, her hips rolling in an unsteady rhythm, she
pulled her hands underneath her damp curls, her head drifting back and lolling
to the side so her hands could drift lower. Dragging her nails over her neck
and breasts, he gasped at the faint lines of blood trickling down through the
material of her skin. His eyes met hers, dark and teasing, a moment before they
disappeared behind a veil of white; her blouse discarded outside the halo their
bodies.
He watched her glorious body now completely exposed to him
and struggled against the ropes at his wrists, fighting to be free for a
completely different reason than he had earlier. He wanted to touch her; reach
out and caresses the skin he knew had to be perfect for the smoothness of their
surface. He wanted to grab her and pull her to his body so not a single inch of
her skin was her own.
But the ancient rope tugged tighter at his wrists, digging
and peeling away his flesh the more he struggled against them and it only
caused her to smile. She knew what he
was thinking.
Slowing down the pace at which she sunk onto him over and
over again, she shifted forward, her hair falling in a curtain of waves over one
shoulder and pressing her weight to his chest. His heart no longer beat in a
sporadic, terrified rhythm but rather a steady pounding that was bursting
through his chest, seeking her fingers. Soon, she thought; but to be sure, she
leaned forward to reach above his head and check that his bindings were secure.
His eyes followed her movements until he saw her breasts dangling there,
tempting him and he saw an out – plea for his life – and a small means to quell
his desire. Straining his neck he lifted his head, heavy with the last moments
of his life, and engulfed her left breast. He feasted on her nipple risen to
attention and burning hot to the touch. She tensed above him quivering with
unrealized desire, not daring to break the connection but desperate to
recapture control. She shivered when he left her breast with an audible pop and
moved to her other, leaving one side of her body wet and exposed.
The seed in her core grew warmer, the hot oil spreading
further around her hips until she rolled them to relieve some of the tension.
His groan rippled through, vibrating in her chest breaking her resolve and
forcing her to push away from him. She missed his heat the moment she pushed
back up on his chest but she was determined to stay in control and the closer
she kept herself to him the closer she was to losing control of all her primal
urges. Soon, she promised.
Her movements above him were frantic now, desperate and
filled with need more than the playful dances she’d given him before. It was
his fault, and he knew it; the smile the spread across his face as she rode him
faster and faster told her as much. “I see you’re liking it too.” The lag in
conversation went unnoticed by the two but it lit the match igniting her core
and sent her growling back to his lips, claiming him in a fierce battle that he
completely surrendered to. Sucking on his bottom lip, she let her teeth sink
down, running her tongue over it when she drew blood. Her eyes turned darker at
the taste, sticky and sweet along her throat as she swallowed more of it down.
His hiss of surprise grew to a cry of pain as swept her tongue along his jaw,
rough and long to the tendon in his neck, quivering with anticipation. She bit
down then, her teeth sinking into his flesh as she sunk down on his penis again
and again. Gripping his shoulders to stop his struggling, she continued to bite
and pull releasing the river of red from the confines of his flesh, lost to all
sensations but his body around her, in her.
As she felt her climax building, the fire burning to a
blinding heat, she pushed back from his screams of pain and panic and leant
back to roll her hips faster and faster, anxious, desperate to feel the ecstasy
building inside. She gripped her ankles and flung her head back, riding the
waves of pleasure that burst through her with an open mouth and a howl of
desire that stopped his heart. A wolf’s howl that ripped through the silence of
the night, through his cries of pain. When her head snapped back, coming down
from her orgasm, she licked her lips at the meal before her and he screamed;
her eyes were black, no longer dilated but black with bloodlust and a desire to
fulfil it. Her canines full and protruding from her dark red lips were drenched
with blood – his blood. And she was locked intently on the open wound she’d
created on his shoulder, oozing with the taste of blood and drawing her blindingly
back to him.
“Dinner time.”
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