“No….Joker…I can’t…” he whispered softly, his huge azure pools burning into paler blue ones, begging for understanding.
“He is too inexperienced for this David. You know him and his uncontrollable bloodlust, what if he doesn’t stop? What if….”
“…then I die. I’ll accept that it’s my time to go, but I’d rather take my chances with Jon than ending up like him….*ahem* no offense my brother. But I can’t be a killer, I won’t let myself be one.”
Chimala’s shimmering depths touched Jon’s for a few moments. As she stood up from the bed, Jon sat down, paying no heed to David’s penetrating stare. Brushing the sleeve upwards, he watched the slight tick, heard the blood sloshing somewhat sluggishly through his veins.
“Before we start this, I need to know your blood type. I need to get blood as soon as Jon extracted the poison.”
A deep frown burrowed on the handsome face.
“Hell I dunno…look in my wallet. There a medical card in there.”
Tico flipped the card her way, “ AB+.”
A cynical smile flashed across her lips.
“Aaah so the man doesn’t play, does he? Rare blood type, I should have known!”
She nodded towards Jon to ready himself, persuading David to lie on his back, she silently moved closer.
Her coppery irises rested sympathetically on David’s face.
“I’m not going to lie to you, it’s going to hurt like a son of a bitch, but hopefully it won’t last long. I need you to breath, try to stay as calm as possible and Tico I need you on the other side of the bed…you might start thrashing, Jon needs to get all the poison out.”
The two human’s in the room gulped loudly. The already pale David, paled a few tones more.
Sweat pearled on David’s face as fear and the devil eating at his insides gnawed away.
“Make this stop Jon…just make this ugliness go away. I trust you.” Lying back, he closed his eyes, resting his wrist trustingly in Jon’s. Pain spasm through his frame and Jon knew the time for delaying this was over.
Lowering his head, a silent prayer flitted across his lips, before his fangs sunk into the marred flesh.
For a moment, time stood still. Everyone stopped breathing, their eyes on the picture before them. David scrunched his face, forcing himself not to stare at the man at his wrist, knowing it will probably haunt him for the rest of his days…if he managed to survive it, that is!
Chimala’s concentration shifted between the two attached bodies. Jon’s face dark with emotional turmoil and his lust for blood and the fear and uncertainty of the man laying on the bed, offering his wrist to his best friend.
The tainted blood of the vampyresses and their unholy poison flowed into Jon’s mouth, trailing down his throat, merging with his soul. The sweet, warmth of David’s essence battled to resurface, fighting for its rightful status.
David’s soft moans transformed into roars of agony, his body twitching, his lungs fighting for air, poison catapulted from every tiny vein, surging towards Jon’s receptive mouth.
The excruciating throbbing dwindled precariously as the venom pumped from deep within, warm relief washed up from his feet, caressing his legs, spreading like a warm, soothing blanket through his soul. The sinfulness was giving way, losing the battle…
David’s surroundings swam around him, the tick of the clock suddenly slowed
down, becoming unhurried and booming …and then nothing.
Jon’s eyes shot upwards, meeting Chimala’s fixed stare.
“He passed out. The venom is almost gone, you need to stop soon Jon. Can you do it?”
For a moment Tico felt a prick in his neck as Jon closed his eyes, seemingly ignoring her but then his eyes flashed open and he nodded. The usual cruel glint in his eyes was now lit with a warm, cerulean glitter.
David’s warm, pure spirit came bursting through and Jon grunted in appreciation.
Chimala was waiting for the signal.
“Jon…it’s done.” A warm male hand touched his shoulder after the soft coaxing of the female voice.
Easing away from the wound, he lingered just that bit longer, licking the wound, healing it.
Tico watched in amazement as the wound closed before his eyes, the puncture marks were no more!
“You did well Jon.” Chimala smiled, she was at the patio door already. “I’ll be back with the blood in a short while. Keep him covered, he might plunge into a fever.” With that she was gone.
~~~
Ksenia snuggled into the mountainous frame next to her. He radiated sex, magnetism, warmth and security. Everything she’d been craving for, for such a long time. She always dreamt of it, never knew she would ever get it, and now she had it in one dynamic package!
The sheets cocooned her against him, closing them into their own private world. Shaky hands fluttered towards the hard planes of his magnificent shoulders, scraping playfully along his collarbone until she heard the appreciative groan.
Strong arms captured her easily, bringing her flush with his body.
“Look at me Ksenia….” She obeyed.
Shining stars blinded him and he sucked in his gut. So beautiful….so damn young! Her eyes drifted hungrily towards his lips, as if to mimic what she wanted from him, she licked her lips, leaving the pouty pinkness, moist and inviting.
A rush of breath fluttered across her lips before she felt the first gentle touch of him. Her eyes shuttered, drawing long shadows across the planes of her face.
She came willingly, so eagerly, it took his breath away. She tasted like juicy strawberries on a sultry day. Their kiss shattered into an explosion of hunger, tongues danced to the mating ritual, teasing…..seducing.
Calloused fingers slipped underneath her shirt, inching it higher until it slipped free. Full, perky mounds spilled into his hands, a bit surprised by her fullness he grunted. Lord they were heavy and so damn warm in his hands!
A thumb swiped playfully over tight little nubs and she tried swallow down a whimper, but failed miserably.
“No need to do that sweetness… give yourself over to what you feel…let me hear it,”
Passion filled eyes fluttered open at his words, a blush riding high on her cheeks. Her hesitance cooled the heat in his loins somewhat and he sobered a bit, forcing the raging desire down a notch.
Propping onto an elbow, he traced little circles over cherry nipples, his mind trying to arrange the words his mind was screaming.
“Ksenia…is this your first time?”
The flush spread across her face, her eyes darting down towards the hand torturing her.
“I…uuummm…”
The fingers fluttered towards her chin, flicking it upwards, she had no other option but to meet his tender, dark pools.
“It’s ok…I mean…it’s ok…we can stop ..or if it’s your first time…it’s just…” he grabbed clumsily at words only darkening her flush even more.
Cupping his face with one hand, she smiled…a tiny gurgle bubbled from her throat.
“It’s ok..and no I don’t want to stop….and no…”
Relief puffed his cheeks as he swallowed his breath….it exploded from his mouth and her gurgle grew harder, joined by his grateful laughter.
As their eyes fused together, the laughter died…his face blacked out as he lowered to recapture her lips again. Her hands were in his hair, lowering towards his face she stroke the stubble prickling his skin…
For a big man he was quite swift and she found herself staring at him above her, his manhood pushing into her hip.
Her pearly skin was aglow from their lovemaking, stroking softly over her slim hips he palmed even lower, feeling her legs spread willingly. Soft womanly curls tickled his fingertips as he reached that magical triangle, dew pearled on the soft fuzz, awakening a desire to taste it…savor it.
Ksenia’s confused face swam into view as he slid lower, trailing soft, wet kisses down her curves, aiming for heaven he knew he was going to taste soon.
She might not be a virgin but she sure as hell was inexperienced! What kind of an asshole doesn’t pleasure his woman? Violence flitting across his face as Ksenia’s naked body loomed in his mind, the other naked body with her, not his. Shaking the thought as she moved underneath him, he focused, feeling the wetness of her smearing his chest.
“Relax sweetheart….you are going to enjoy this…” Strong hands slid between the bed and her tiny frame lifting her buttocks upwards. Her legs opened like a flower in full bloom, her eyes focused on him, her tongue licking nervously at her lips.
Nipping her hip, she shuddered, smiling secretively at her response he continued his assault, nipping, licking his way towards the pink little nub nestled between golden curls.
The first flick sent her body into a violent spasm and an unguarded little cry slipped from her lips.
The drive to make her feel thoroughly loved and pleasured burned in Richie’s chest as he nuzzled closer, playing with his new toy, tasting her sweetness flooding his tongue. Her hips mirrored the rhythmic play of his tongue as she whimpered, her head thrashing, her hands tangling in the dark head, tucking.
Ksenia was bombarded by undiscovered spears of emotions and senses… her body pulsing, rejoicing in the most unimaginable pleasure it had ever felt. His tongue was sliding against her, awakening a burning inside, a longing to feel pleasure she never thought she craved.
A shocked cry whipped in the room as a long finger slipped inside her, heightening the pleasure even more. Her hips were undulating wildly, her core was screaming for release…instinct was taking over.
Richie growled against her soaking womanhood, her pleasure was leaping dangerously close to the edge. His ego wanted to push her just that little more and he slowly joined the other finger inside her with another one, pushing deep, feeling her tightness squeezing back.
“Oh God!”, Ksenia’s eyes shot open finding him staring at her, his face flushed, his eyes shimmering.
“I told you I’d make you feel good darlin’. This is just the start, do you want more?”
Her head nodded wildly…her hips thrust against the strong hand.
His head disappeared between her thighs, his mouth was on her again, sucking, licking…
Ksenia could take no more…her body wanted release so badly it was almost painful.
A deep, wave of heat and something she couldn’t explain slammed into her and she was thrown into her first earth shattering climax. Her cry was music to his ears, her pulsating around his fingers almost sent him over the edge too.
The wave receded, she flopped back onto the bed, her body filmed with sweat and her own juices pooled between her thighs.
Huge, satisfied eyes watched as he licked his lips, savoring the taste of her one last time. Gathering her in his arms, he felt her shiver, her body still trying to ascertain what had just happened.
“Richie that was….it was….” Not having the right words she kissed him instead, her taste lingering on his lips. She thought it might bother her, but it didn’t.
Breaking the kiss he stared at her with an egotistical, lusty look on his face.
“Who said I was done? This was only the start sweet thing.”
Her “oh my” ripped an all male roar from his throat.
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