Warning for slight blood
play.
“Seijuro.” His name,
spoken in a tone barely above a whisper, but the need was present. She was in
heat, they both were, and desperation was setting in. Her hips ground down hard
against his erection and he moaned low in the back of his throat. His heart
would be racing, were it beating any longer, but he felt the drive anyway, the
impulse to throw her down and ravage her like the beast he was; like the beast
she wanted.
It wasn’t often either
of them were like this, most of the time preparing weeks in advance for their
mating season so that they would not be in this predicament.
By life, even an undead
one, can be unpredictable and Akashi knew they’d reached the point of no
return.
His irises flashed, one
color overcoming the other, his inner self raging for her, the scent of her
driving him mad.
“_________, prepare
yourself,” he warned, the next second hauling himself and her up from the couch
effortlessly. She clung to him, legs around his waist, hands buried in his hair
as her lips sealed over his, her protruding fangs nicking a small wound in the process.
Her reaction was instant, a firm suck making a flood of fire surge through both
their veins as she took her first taste of him.
Aksahi slammed her
against the bookcase, the impact shaking loose century old volumes and
scattering them about the floor. He paid them no mind, completely focused on
her neck. Sure, he could bite her anywhere he pleased and probably would do so,
but there was something so…pure about biting her there!
“Seijuro!”
Her voice was no longer
quiet, no longer subdued by thirst, she was relishing the puncture of his
fangs, writhing against him. Akashi’s hands grasped her hips tightly, his voice
whispering harshly, “Do not move, unless you want to get branded.”
She stilled just long
enough for him to release some of his venom, deadly to any living creature, and
quite effective he found at obliterating the tightly woven weave of her gown.
He left her top in place, her breasts still lifted by the corset remaining around
her waist. Blood poured from her wounds but he didn’t miss a drop, licking and
sucking the flowing river of deep crimson.
“You taste amazing,” he
praised, hands moving to the belt at his waist, unbuckling it quickly. His
pants fell away, pooling at his ankles only to be kicked away.
She couldn’t wait any
longer, grabbing his hand and tugging it to her mouth. At the first break of the
skin on his wrist, Akashi hissed in pleasure. Their eyes met then, hers
glowing blue while his burnt red as she sucked hard. Akashi’s head fell back,
his erection growing firmer and his need higher. Wrenching away his hand, he
clasped both of hers and hauled them above her head at the exact same moment he
drove his cock deep into her waiting heat.
It was the only part of
her still warm besides her blood.
“Darling,” she panted,
the term of endearment sweet against his ears despite the bloodied mess the two
of them were rapidly becoming. The servants, he knew, would have an absolute
fit the next morning when they came upon the remnants of their debauchery. He
thrust upwards, harder and harder, mouth and fangs latching back onto the side
of her neck while she did the same to him and they drank.
“Sweetheart, uhn…are you
close?” he asked, breathing labored with the effort to continue his exertions
while she practically drained him.
“Yes, oh, Seijuro,” she
moaned, lips stained with the evidence of her indulgence.
“Then cum for me, my
sweet, cum for your darling,” he commanded, eyes focused only on her face. It
didn’t take long, she had been a slave to his will for centuries, a willing
sacrifice to his wants and desires. Her body shuddered, power both surging through
and out of her as she came. Her release allowed him his own, both collapsing at
the end of their tryst.
When he opened his eyes
once more, Akashi literally saw red, both she and he covered in it. Gathering
his strength, and her once more in his arms, he headed to the opulent bathroom
of their shared quarters, drawing a hot bath to wash them before tucking
themselves into the master suite buried deep in the center of his mansion, away
from sunlight, hunters and whining servants.
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