8. Kairhyse

8

Kairhyse

I really dislike this feeling, and it's not the fault of the pretty, probably too innocent damsel who's riding my cock like I'm the horse and she's playing the good cowgirl. She's doing a great job, and it feels wonderful. It's my own problem, which I need to get over.

Leaning forward, I spread her legs and pull her back to my chest. "You're doing such a good job milking my cock," I say, sitting back, but not before locking her legs around mine and keeping them completely spread.

She lets out a loud scream, "Wait, wait!"

I pause, my hands tight at her hips. "Yes?"

"You're too big, it hurts," her whimper is a plea for relief.

I frown in disappointment as she turns her head toward me. Her long black hair and pale features were only appealing until I saw her face.

It isn't that she's not pretty; she just isn't what I desire.

I provide a smile and allow her legs to close. She begins to move again, lifting and slamming back down onto me. My head leans back, and I just allow the feeling to wash over me.

I need this release, or else I'll destroy that Succubus next time I stop her from feeding. I can barely keep my hands off her, and technically, I even fail at that. I'm convinced she constantly has her Amoro seeping from her pores because, Beyond itself, I was ready to come all over myself when she was playing with her tits at the restaurant.

Just the thought of them, imagining making them swollen and leaving marks with my bite, has me forcefully driving this damsel harder on top of me. She's screaming, but I'm drowning her out. I allowed her to close her legs; anything else is her problem.

Her pussy clenches around me, massaging and giving my cock everything it needs to release strings of cum inside of her. I wrap my arm around her waist, and without a single beat of hesitation, my teeth sink into her neck. My free hand covers her mouth as she writhes through her own orgasm, her scream a mix of pleasure and pain.

She's merely Mundane, but I provided the tonic prior to our entanglement so the toxin won't kill her.

My thigh muscles twitch as I release inside of her, the taste of her sweet life pouring down my throat as I take three massive swallows. It's all I'll allow, or else I risk killing her. I'm not in the business of cleaning up a dead body; I'm far too bored of that work.

As her breathing slows, I gently remove my teeth from her flesh and give the wound a tender kiss. My tongue glides along the injury, cleaning it as best as I can before lifting her from my lap and placing her down onto the couch in our private room.

Do I feel slightly guilty for being with this girl while Xeraphine is out there serving drinks to her patrons? Not really. I secretly hope this girl, who is now curling up into a ball to nap, will tell her during their next shift together all about how a Vampire came and had his way with her until she passed out.

Technically, it's Xeraphine's own fault for wearing that outfit tonight. Those leather pants that hug her hips just right, paired with the lace corset accentuating her perfect breasts. No wonder the bar was so packed.

Keeping an eye on her has become challenging, but I can't approach her until she's completely drained. If she hadn't been so distracting, and Mathas wasn't such an idiot, we could have been equals that night.

However, the problem remains: she could kill me, but I can't kill her. There are many reasons for that. One being I've heard her kind can't be killed, but also because I've become slightly infatuated, even from a distance .

After putting my pants back on, I leave the room and make my way down the darkened hall until it opens up into the techno-themed bar. My gaze immediately focuses on her as she sets down two drinks at a tall, rounded table where two Mundane men are eating her alive with their gaze.

I don't like that, and I'm glad they don't touch her because they may have found they'd have the inability to pick anything up for the rest of their short lives if they had.

I'm surprised she hasn't noticed my presence, or maybe I shouldn't be. It's been nearly three weeks since she's fed, and I can see it in her demeanor that she's exhausted.

Since that night at the restaurant, she hasn't tried to feed in that manner. I've blocked other means of her feeding, like closing the park gates that she walks through to go home so no one can be caught in her path. She even called a few people to her apartment, which I swiftly redirected elsewhere. I don't want her to see me here, even though she already knows I'm watching her every move. Now that she's getting weaker from lack of sustenance, she's being careful not to walk in secluded places on her way back home, where she knows I can't enter without her approval.

Such a fucking weird problem us Vampires have, why is that even a thing? I'd like to ask our original creator, or the Gods, whomever made that a fucking rule.

Xeraphine disappears behind the bar, and I know her shift is coming to an end. I make my way out the front, slipping through the crowd that is also making their exit for the evening. It's nearly three in the morning, and while bars don't close, the hours of three until the following evening are pretty slow.

I loom in the corner of the alleyway where I know she'll come out of.

"Fuck this place," she curses as she steps out, kicking an empty bottle. The glass shatters on impact when it hits the wall, "House pay my ass."

Such a filthy mouth, I quite enjoy it.

She tosses her bag over her shoulder and storms down toward the main street. I use the shadows as my companion and follow without making a sound. Her ass is just as tantalizing as the rest of her, and watching as those cheeks sway makes my cock hard. Suppose that waitress didn't satisfy me after all .

When she is about to pass a lone alleyway, she disappears quickly into it. My eyes widen, and I hurry to see where she went.

"Oh, what a treat I've found," a male's voice takes me by surprise, and as I peek, I see he has a knife pressed against her throat. His eyes are soaking in her chest, and I swear I see drool. "Don't move and I won't cut this pretty little—"

"Please, don't hurt me…" She can act better than that, I've seen it, but as she puts her hands up as though a defenseless damsel, I smirk. "I'll do anything, just don't cut me." The feigned fear in her eyes is… cute, I must admit.

Her assailant, if I'd even classify him as that, is taller than she is, but not by much. A man with little muscle, I'd say she could take him, even in her state, but she doesn't want that.

She wants to feed.

Unfortunately for her, I can't allow that to happen. Not only because I've been denying her for weeks now, but because I refuse to allow him to touch her in any way beyond how he is now.

The moment he begins tearing at her clothes and drawing his lips to hers, I'm at their side.

Her eyes widen, and she lets out a whimper, "No, please…" Oh, what I wouldn't give to have her beg for me right now.

"Take your hands off the lady." There is no hiding what I am, my kind's eyes are a telltale sign of our nature. He, being Mundane, knows that the puny knife he is wielding won't do jack-shit to me.

He takes a step back, and I watch as she leans in toward him, "Wait—don't leave me…" He doesn't give her a second glance and brushes past me, into the safety of the street.

My gaze returns to her, her back presses against the wall as she repeatedly bangs her head against it. "No, no, no!" I can't help but laugh, and I'm expecting a punch in the face. Instead, I feel her shoulder brushing against my arm as she swiftly attempts to exit the alleyway.

"Hold on there." I reach out and grab hold of her forearm, stopping her from leaving. "No ‘thank you' for saving your life? That's a bit rude, don't you think?"

Oh, I know I'm far beyond pissing her off, and I'm thriving over the anger that is rising from her. Her shoulders are twitching as she drops her head. I wonder what she's thinking right now, probably craving for the means to end my life .

With a rough jerk, I bring her in front of me, my back to the street, shielding her from anyone that passes by. "I'm not really the savior type so it's fine, you don't need to thank me. How're you feeling, little demon?"

She doesn't lift her head, instead she just stares up through her lashes at me. "Like shit, thanks for asking, prick."

Slowly, I begin walking her backward, passing doors that are barred. Their motion sensor lights flicker on, illuminating us briefly. The smell of trash and sewage is unappealing, but as long as I only focus on her scent, it's manageable. Though it is much more subdued than it has been these past few weeks, which is slightly upsetting.

Just a few more days of this, and I think she'll be ready for me to take her in, but if I'm honest, I'm not sure I'm ready for that.

"Tell me," I lean down toward her lips, my own so close I can taste her fruity aroma, "do you need to fuck to feed?" Her heart rate is beginning to pick up. I'm sure it's because she can smell my desire pouring out of me. There is no hiding my contemplation to fuck her until she's passed out in the garbage that is littering this pathway.

There is no way her pride will allow me to do that. However, I don't need her words to approve of me bending her over. I can equally smell her excitement drenching her panties.

"No," she finally says breathlessly.

The end of our journey comes, and the lights that had flickered on slowly begin, one by one, to turn off. Soon, the only light comes from the hazy glow of the streetlights. Pressed against the cold concrete wall, her back aligns with my free arm while I hold her close with the other.

"I'm enjoying this," I whisper.

"Your cock already told me that," she snaps. "I'll scream, and you know someone will come running."

Smirking, I lean into her ear, my lips brushing against it, "You would've already done so if you weren't so desperate."

I can feel her body fighting with her, along with her senses going on the fritz. She's calculating, as though finding the best solution to her predicament .

Suddenly, a soft laugh filters through her lips, "Do you want me to get down on my knees for you?" My entire body goes numb, and I momentarily lose the power I have over her. "You want to feel this slide across your cock." She leans her head up and when I feel her tongue draw a line straight across the vein in my neck, I groan. That was confirmation enough that she has two piercings, and the thought of them massaging the bottom of my shaft and trailing across my balls, nearly makes me force her down to her knees.

Her arms snake up my sides and reach my neck, while my knee pushes between her legs, pressing against her groin. The sensation of her warmth renders my body submissive, confusing me, as I thought I was the one pinning her to the wall.

"I don't need to fuck you…"

Then, I feel a prick at my neck, followed by the sensation of her lips wrapping around my skin. It's been three hundred years since I've been fed on, yet I recognize the feeling instantly.

My hands instinctively grip her shoulders, and I push away before she can draw more blood into her mouth. Looking down at her, I'm slightly taken aback by her smile, blood trickling from her lips.

"Vampire blood… that will do, Kai." She rolls her eyes back and presses her head against the wall.

"Wait," I couldn't help but release an amused chuckle while reaching my hand out toward her. "What did you call me?" I draw my thumb down her lip, wiping away my blood.

I'm pretty sure I see a smile when her lips part again, "Sleep…"

I'm not sure if I get a response beyond the command because the next thing I know, I'm waking up on the floor. How in the Beyond was I in control, yet the one rendered unconscious?

What the fuck?