+Legacy of Kain+
~Silken blood~
Umah finally relaxed her body and allowed herself succumb to a little sleep.
It had been an eventful night and she felt thoroughly exhausted. Although her powers permitted her to drink blood of a human without even pressing her lips to their skin, she loved nothing more than the 'mess' she could create when hungry.
She'd slain a few virile male humans after they foolishly attacked her after they followed her to the blue lady and into the hideout.
No one had seen her take the bodies to her private quarters'.
It would have been an awful shame to waste.
She wasn't one to bathe in blood and there was plenty to go around for all, but tonight, she wanted her own supply. Her own, selfish little feeding.
She'd slowly taken her time and enjoyed the way the thick, delicious substance flowed down her throat and temporarily given her warmth that craved and loved in her body.
She'd finally had her fill and cleaned herself before heading towards her bed.
The candles she had lit were now halfway melted and her pale skin glowed darker against the light as fresh blood went and refreshed her body.
The silk sheets and pillows welcomed her as she crawled onto her front and curled into the mattress like a content cat.
She placed her hands either side of her head and waited.
Waited for him to come to her.
Her heightened senses already knew he was close and she could practically feel the heat off of his body after a hearty meal.
She almost fell into a content sleep, when she noticed the mattress dipping underneath her with the added weight towering just above her.
Her full, plump lips curved into a smile.
He sat up as his fingers rolled on a particular spot and whispered against her ear.
"Umah. Fell me touch you. I will bring you to the highest peak of pleasure. And I hold so much power with my hands…you will be me to stop."
Umah smiled and rolled her hips against his ministrations, knowing that if she could blush, her skin would turn as red as the blood she drank.
Umah felt thick digits slip between the folds of her womanhood, his razor sharp nails lightly going over her sensitive skin.
Kain knew Umah loved to be teased, the thrill of pain inflicted upon her by him followed by pleasure. Immense pleasure.
Umah' hips rolled against him, Kain taking the hint and getting back to his original promise.
Umah let out a sound like a choked meow when Kain slipped his nails and then his fingers inside her, feeling Umah press down on him for more when he could not go in any farther.
Kain hissed as her juices pooled out from within her and slowly dripped a trail down his wrist.
He was reminded of everything that had gone on up till this point. The way she had re-taught him. Fought with him. Even (as sentimental as it sounded) care for him in such a way that he felt himself recuperating those feelings back to her.
He wanted to give her pleasure. And wanted to see her writhing in pleasure.