The first thing Agent Aaron Hotchner became aware of as he woke was the weight across his hips. He tried to push whatever it was off him, and then became aware that his wrists were held down onto the forest floor with restraints of some kind, loops hammered into the ground, his arms outstretched on either side
He felt the forest floor behind his back; he realised that he had been stripped of his shirt, his upper body naked beneath the probing hands.
He tried to dislodge the weight by twisting his body, and hands gripped him, holding his body still either side of his chest, under his arms.
He tried to open his eyes, he could smell the sharp taint of blood, and realised that blood in his eye sockets was preventing them from opening.
At first he thought he had been injured, but then he felt the steady drip of blood from the creature sitting on him
He tasted the hot metallic breath as the voice hissed,
"Surrender to me, Agent Aaron Hotchner."
He fought against it, trying to pull his body out from under the creature that was sitting astride his hips. He felt his thighs being forced apart, and bare feet pressing into his groin.
"Don't fight it. You will like it."
He turned his head to the side as the thick cloying odour of pheromones threatened to overwhelm him.
The mouth kissed and sucked on his chest as he moaned in terrible ecstasy. The hands holding him gripped his body and fingernails dug into his skin, drawing tiny trickles of blood.
The wonderful pain made him cry out and raise his shoulders from the soft earth.
The hands moved from his sides, and slowly, softly traced the curves of his chest, up his body and teasingly held his neck, gently squeezing and releasing.
They moved up gently touching finger tips along the curve of his jaw, slowly, until they were holding his face, holding him still.
The creature's mouth pressed on his and kissed deeply, the hands moving into his thick dark hair, pulling at his hair, preventing any movement.
Hotchner tasted the sweet metallic liquid in the creature's tongue as it smoothly ran along his teeth
"No…" Hotchner formed the word in his consciousness, unable to form the word with his lips. He squirmed under the assault, trying not to return the kiss, finding it impossible no to.
Ignoring the pain of the hands pulling at his hair, he recovered enough self control to try again to escape. The feet pressed into his groin, making him arch his body and throw back his head.
A soft cry escaped his lips as his brain tried to distinguish pain from the perfect agony that was slowly overpowering him.
The mouth sucked at his exposed neck as his head was thrown back. He felt teeth dig into his flesh.
The pain intoxicated him, his body writhed and shivered with pleasure as blood ran down either side of his neck and soaked into the leaf mold. He moaned softly as the creature licked the blood from his neck, and moved up again, sucking his lips and waiting for the kiss.
Agent Aaron Hotchner lifted his head and met the bloody lips, tasting his own blood as he willingly returned the kiss, sighing as he became lost in the all consuming power of terrible passion.