Their Legacy

[poohlive]

He came up to her where she stood, vulnerable and alone. His fingers trickled down her arms, slowly and methodically, feeling the softness of her flesh, the wonder as warmth rippled through her in desperate clingy motions.

"you should be..." He whispered, his fangs long and sharp, caressing against the soft seductive flesh of her neck. Those two fangs, sharp as razors dancing like wildfire, circling her with soft hushed echoes.

There would be pain, amidst the pleasure. There would be chaos among her sheets, dancing and clinging, exploring. He would use her, like he had done all the rest.

Use her and love her. His own personal hell.

Blood trickled down her neck, two droplets where his fangs pierced her flesh. Tiny pinpricks of pain, until his tongue came out, licking against her, taking away her blood.

He repeated this on her other side, playing, running, dancing.

Pushing her over, bending her against the bed. Her ass out to him, her cunt hard and hot, grinding into his crotch. He was impossible, hungry, daring for more and more.

"Does your fear stop you, does it freeze you from my touch? Are you willing to linger here, with me, or do you still wish to run? I can feel your heart..."

His hand went between her breasts, gliding with ease until it was pressing against her heart.

"It beats so fast... such warm blood running through you. Is that desire, or fear, My pet?"

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

A hushed sound, as her breath caught, at the feel of His fingertips to skin..... the rake of fangs to the supple curve of her throat... A hissed gasp, the slightest tinge of pain, nothing more than a drop, maybe 2 of blood... She did not move, did not pull back and away, she did not even make a sound other than that gasp...

But.....

She was trembling...

At His insistance, the gentle, yet forceful pressure of His hand, she bent over the bed, letting her head, and torso rest against the softness of the sheets, the mattress, the curve of her hips, the roundness of her ass, the robe she wore, a satin black that flowed across her skin like dark water, slipped easily aside, baring the supple, unmarred flesh of her ass, and the warmth, and softness, of her pussy...

"Does your fear stop you, does it freeze you from my touch? Are you willing to linger here, with me, or do you still wish to run? I can feel your heart..."
His hand went between her breasts, gliding with ease until it was pressing against her heart.
"It beats so fast... such warm blood running through you. Is that desire, or fear, My pet?"

It was true, her heart was wildly pulsing in her chest... her breathing deep.... Tasa closed her eyes as He spoke.. she trying desperately to calm her fear.. to stop the trembling, the shivering of her body to His touch... a low moan came rippling past her lips, a clear sign, along with the now dampening of the so very exposed folds of her sex, of just what His touch was indeed doing to her... she digging her fingers into the bedding...

"I.... I fear.... what You are..... " she managed to whisper... "I fear.. what You can do to.... me".....

Tasa lifted her head, looking over her shoulder to Him.... her blonde hair cascading down before her eyes, a sharp constrast to the black satin of the robe that still rested upon her shoulders and back...

"I fear the the Hunter is now the Hunted... that I can not end Your life.... but can You.... end mine??? Did You..... did You kill my Grandfather... Lance... for Your name is the last he scrawled within his jounal, the night he died.... " It had been a question Tasa was deathly afraid of asking, and getting the answer to....

 

[poohlive]

"you know the answer," He spoke in whispers upon her skin, as his tongue trailed the fine contour of her body. It curved against him, melted into his touch, his very core.

It did beat from fear, he could feel it now. The heart, so frightened, so aware. It revealed her soul to him, more than any words she could ever choose to say.

"You know who I am, what I am. Then, you know all of my answers. I could have killed you weeks ago, months, years even. I could have killed you when you were born, a toddler sleeping in her crib, it would have been soo easy to reach down and snap your little neck."

Now, he licked against that neck, tasted it, mounted over her, leering, touching, he licked against it with such minute caresses.

"You still do not trust me? I suppose not..." He moved away from her, slowly, tentatively, leaving a warm fire to the cold chilly night outside. He stood, arcing his back, staring down at her, weak, submissive, docile.

"There are still doubts, My pet... still thoughts which linger in your mind. you may speak, I am not an unreasonable master. I will permit you to ask what you wish."