Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten

My skin burnt wherever his eyes roamed. The bite marks on my tits were still hurting, pulsing fresh as he looked at me.

And soon I was going to get more of them.

“Open your legs,” Hans said again. “Show me your innocence.”

I was nervous as I spread my thighs under the full glow of the chandelier overhead. I wished I was a girl who was better prepared. Who shaved or waxed, or–

“No,” Hans whispered. “Your pussy is perfect as it is.”

I spread my legs a bit wider, self-consciousness easing.

“Show me all of you,” he said, and I did as I was told. I hitched my thighs as wide as they would go.

He smiled as he looked at the wisps of hair, and my glistening wetness, letting out a glorious moan. He wanted me so much it gave me flushes. They were gorgeous flushes to have.

Fuck.

It was going to happen.

Hans was going to fuck me.

My clit was tingling like crazy before he so much as laid a finger on me. I was lifting my hips from the bed as soon as he placed a hand on my thigh.

“See how fickle the body can be?” he laughed. “Wanting to run one minute, desperate for touch the next. We are more than our flesh, but our bodies truly are sacred temples, there to serve our souls.”

His words hit me deep, but they were more of a rhythm of meaning rather than coherent thoughts. I was too caught up in the crazy moment.

I whimpered as he brushed the very tips of his fingers up the inside of my thigh.

Please…

“Wait,” he said. “Patience.”

He brushed my thigh again, getting closer. I squirmed, trying to get his fingers against my pussy, but he wouldn’t give them to me.

“I said wait, Katherine,” he told me, his voice lower this time. “Take what you’re given.”

I had to tip my head back and grit my teeth, hardly able to stand it. His fingers were almost touching me, so close I could feel the heat of him and my clit was throbbing so hard it was on fire.

“Time to see your secrets,” Hans whispered and I gasped when his fingers spread my pussy lips, holding them wide.

“Beautiful,” he said.

I knew what he must be seeing down there. I’d watched dirty movies, and I’d seen pussies spread open. I knew how exposed I must look.

I liked it.

I liked being spread and watched by a vampire.

Hans pressed fingers on either side of my clit.

“Feel this, here?”

I nodded.

“These are the points where my fangs will sink nice and deep. They’ll make you bleed so beautifully, and the sucking will make your clit swell so much, you’ll come with a just flick of the tongue.”

I sighed, lost in the endorphins of his fingers on me.

Hans is going to bite my pussy.

“Say it out loud,” he told me.

“You’re going to bite my pussy…”

He pressed his thumb to my clit and I moaned.

“It’s going to be so fucking delicious when I do. But it won’t be tonight. It’ll be a pleasure to savour another time.”

I cried out in frustration as he pulled his hand away from me, but he gave me a shh. I looked up at him with a blaze of reverence as he tugged his tie loose and cast it aside. I was murmuring for more as he unbuttoned his shirt and stripped his chest bare. His flesh was so toned, muscles wired under pale skin, veins like pale-blue shimmers.

I could hardly bear it. He was too beautiful to soak in.

He shifted so he could undo his belt, and slipped off his trousers, and there it was. His huge cock was in his hand, his long fingers working his shaft as more blue snakes of veins appeared for me.

He’d never fit inside me. I’d never take him.

“You will,” he said. “You’ll take it all.”

He was a lot bigger than the guys I’d seen in movies, but I’d known he would be. I’d felt his length through his trousers closely enough that I could tell.

I was transfixed. Staring. Desperate.

I reached out to touch his skin, and the muscles of his stomach tightened. He was the most incredible thing I’d ever seen.

He laid down beside me and his cock pressed against my thigh. His thumb returned to my clit and it made me heady, swimming in fantasies. All of them coming to life.

My vampire lover was in control. He lowered his mouth to my wounded tits and peppered them with kisses, his tongue digging into the bite marks.

More.

I want more.

“I want to bite your mouth first,” he said. “Open those pretty lips for me.”

My tongue was ready for his when his mouth met mine. His thumb kept pressing against my clit as he nipped and kissed, and there was the taste of blood again. My blood. I kept offering my tongue for more.

He must have trailed blood as he lowered his mouth away from mine, tracing kisses along my collarbone. He tongued the wounds there, and a part of me wanted to feel the pain again, in exactly the same place.

“No,” he whispered. “So much fresh flesh to sample. Let me show you.”

This time he sank his teeth into the side of my breast in a different spot, and it hurt so bad I wriggled underneath him, but still, I didn’t want him to stop.

“More, please,” I begged him. “More bites!”

He tugged his teeth from my skin. His smile was red.

“You’re pain drunk.” He looked into my eyes. “Oh, Katherine. I didn’t imagine you’d be such a bite seeker. What a wonderful surprise.”

I didn’t know what pain drunk meant, but the sentiment rang true to me. I was already offering my tits for more.

“Please, Hans. Bite me!”

“I was going to take it steady,” he told me. “But, if you insist.”

He was rougher when he bit me this time, teeth plunging deep and hard. I cried out, panting and heady, loving the feeling of my blood flowing free into his mouth. His sucking was so fierce it would have scared me, if I wasn’t so blindly needy for more.

Three hard bites, all around my tits, and I was grinning through the pain as he drank from me. His thumb was just a whisper against my clit as it circled, like a master playing a piano at the highest notes, so gently you could barely hear them. I bucked and squirmed, and reached down to brace myself, tangling my fingers in his hair. I loved the way he groaned as he sucked, as desperate for it as I was.

“Enough,” he said once he’d pulled his teeth free from the last bite, but I’m sure he was saying it as much for himself as he was for me.

His breaths were heavy, and his lips were swollen, my blood dripping down his chin.

I coaxed him up to kiss me again, and this time there was no biting, just thick bloody mouths and tongue on tongue.

He positioned himself unspoken, and my body knew what was coming. My thighs strained to stay open, even though they were trembling, and I whimpered as he ran the huge head of his cock up and down my pussy.

It would never fit. It couldn’t.

“Trust me,” he whispered. “Trust me and give me your innocence. Keep your legs open wide.”

I nodded. I’d try.

He soaked his fingers with some of the blood from my tits, and used it to lube up his cock. I stared down in fascination as he raised himself high enough that I could see it.

“Is this what you want?” he asked me. “Are you going to keep your legs open wide like a good girl? I want to claim you in one deep thrust. One solid ceremony of sacrifice.”

“Yes,” I told him. “I’ll keep my legs open.”

He rubbed his big, heavy dick up and down my pussy lips some more and I tried to prepare myself for what was coming.

Surely it couldn’t hurt as much as being bitten deep? Surely it couldn’t hurt as much as having blood sucked out from your tits?

“There are different types of pain,” he answered. “You can’t compare them, just accept them. So brace yourself. Now.”

The thrust of his hips was so powerful I screamed. His cock was a vicious rod of iron flesh as he forced it inside me.

“Steady,” he groaned. “Take it.”

My eyes were watering, breaths hitching as the pain pulsed between my legs, but he stayed deep, his hold inside me firm.

“Good girl,” he said. “Clench yourself around me.”

“I can’t…” I breathed. “I can’t do it… it hurts…”

He smiled a blood-red smile.

“Yes, I’m sure it does. So, clench your beautiful pussy and embrace it.”

I sucked in gulps of air, swallowed up by the raw burn inside me.

“Clench your pussy,” he told me. “Accept the gift.”

I groaned when I did it, and Hans groaned along with me.

“That’s fucking divine,” he said. “I’ll move gently, but be a good girl and keep clenched, just like that. I want you to feel everything, as deeply and powerfully as it can possibly be.”

He did move gently to start, but every inch he moved felt like miles of pain.

“Trust me,” he insisted, and I nodded, keeping my muscles clenched as tight as I could.

It was craziness. I was soaked in blood, with a huge vampire cock deep in my pussy, almost delirious with both pleasure and pain. I looked into his eyes, and they were glowing. The smile on his face would be worth every scrap of hurt in the world.

His thrusts became long and slow, and he began to angle himself differently. It brought a pressure inside me that made me feel like I was about to wet the bed.

“It’s all right,” Hans said. “That pressure is a good thing. Let it keep coming.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and listened to him, not letting myself hold back.

“You’re taking it so well now,” he moaned at me. “How about we make my cock even bigger?”

I didn’t say no, even though I was scared.

“There’s one way we can do this,” he whispered, his mouth still dripping with blood. “The final beautiful rite of initiation for a first time acceptance of fate.”

“My neck?” I whispered back, and he nodded.

“Yes. It’s time to bite your neck.”

I tipped my head back on instinct, trusting him with everything I had.

“It’ll flow a lot faster from your throat,” he said. “Your body will want to fight at first, no matter how prepared you are, so I’m going to pin you down, you understand? You’ll be pinned tight, with nowhere to go, and no way to pull your neck away.”

His cock was still hurting me so fucking bad, and the pressure was still building, but it felt nice now. Really, really nice. Primal, right through to the core of me.

“Katherine,” Hans said. “Are you listening to me?”

I nodded. “Yes. I understand. You’ll be pinning me down.”

“Hold your hands above your head. Wrists together.”

I raised my arms and did as he wanted me to. Wrists tight together.

He gripped them in one of his big hands, and then he pinned me with his weight on mine, his hips still pumping. My heart was racing so fast I wasn’t sure I could handle it, just whimpered like a scared little child, even though my soul was craving him.

His teeth were ghosts against my throat at first, his breaths heavy.

His dick kept thrusting, and my pussy kept taking him, my muscles still clenching tightly like he wanted them to be. I was managing to do what he asked of me.

I’d be able to manage this too.

“Ready?” he asked.

“I’m ready.”

“Good girl,” he said, and sank his teeth straight into my neck.

It was as though I was underwater when my body fought the fight, trying to thrash against him. I heard screams from my throat, but they sounded distant, as though I was deep in my psyche, clutched tight.

I heard my own heartbeat over all of it. A thump, thump, thump that sounded like wet boots stomping on dirt. Natural. Primitive. Real.

My blood was like a river flowing into his mouth. I could feel the waves as they pulsed, his sucking mouth nice and steady as he drank from me.

My body was prickling, lights exploding behind my eyes, and those wet boots kept on stomping in my mind. Thump. Thump. Thump.

Then my body gave up with the thrashing. The screams dried up from my throat.

I took a breath and I was back in myself, senses heightened beyond all reckoning. And I was smiling. Smiling as his cock swelled and stretched me.

Pain drunk.

I didn’t care about how sore my pussy was or how much bigger he was growing inside me. I wrapped my legs up around his waist and ground my hips up for more.

Take me. Hard.

Harder.

Harder.

He moaned against my neck, and fucked me harder. He loosened his grip on my wrists and snaked his hand down between his body and mine, his fingers managing to play with my clit as he pounded.

And still he kept sucking.

Still I kept smiling.

It was like a house of cards tumbling all at once, so many sensations playing in harmony.

The thrust of his cock and the pressure inside me. The dance of his fingers sparking my clit. The way he was drinking the life from me.

Yes.

More.

Yes.

MORE.

I lost myself to everything, my soul exploding, and there was only him giving me life at the same time he was taking it. A paradox I’d never fully understand.

YES. MORE. PLEASE.

He thrust harder. Played faster. Swirled his tongue as he sucked at me.

MORE.

YES. YES. YES–

And then I came. A beautiful explosion of an orgasm so strong it blew my mind.

So did he. He came at the same time.

He groaned and snarled and slammed, and I could feel it. I could feel him coming inside me.

I came with Hans’ fangs in my neck and his blood-red cock inside me. I came with his flesh against mine, no longer caring if I lived or died. I’d have given it all for one more moment.

But he wouldn’t.

He pulled his teeth free and turned my face to his, eyes digging into mine.

“Katherine?”

His voice was beautiful, but so far away.

“Katherine, focus on me.”

I was smiling, that much I knew.

“Come back here now,” he told me. “Stop drifting. Focus your eyes on me.”

But I couldn’t…

Something else was calling.

Deep…

“Katherine, focus. Look at me.”

I could see the trapdoor under the water in my subconscious, and it was tempting. It had a thick round handle, and I tried to open it, tugging it up just a little.

And then there came flashes.

Memories.

Hans standing by the tree in Garway church while I danced around the tombstones in the dark. Just a little girl.

His shins as I crashed into him by accident on the church pathway, when I was staring up at the moon and not where I was going.

Him watching me singing hymns from the back of the church.

Deeper.

A woman with dark hair I didn’t recognise, but she looked like me, smiling at him.

A crowd of spinning girls on Orcop hill, chanting names I didn’t understand.

The woman again, with eyes like mine. A smile like mine. Kissing Hans like I kissed him.

Then deeper.

The trapdoor began to open…

“KATHERINE! HERE! NOW! LISTEN TO ME!”

I snapped back to myself and the vampire holding me. A fear in his eyes I hadn’t seen before.

“I’m ok,” I told him. “I’m back now.”

He tipped my face from side to side, checking out my vision.

“I’m ok,” I insisted. “I just got pulled away. Somewhere weird.”

His gaze was fierce.

“Pulled away to where? Tell me!”

I shrugged. “Nowhere that makes sense. Just some women spinning, and things from before… you in Garway church. You with a woman who looked like me. Just… things.”

I got a shudder as the trapdoor slammed shut in my subconscious. Its ripples made me cold.

“What happened there? What happened in my mind?” I asked Hans. “You know, don’t you?”

For once, he didn’t answer my question.