The Taste of Pure Blood
Summary: She loved the taste of fear pumping into their blood as she sucks them dry. Every last drop she savored finding the pleasure in it. There was one other she wanted to taste for a long time. Looking across the room, her electric eyes found his. She smiled revealing her sharp fangs. He would not be able to say no.
Warning: This is under the Mature rating scale. There are many sexual intimacies throughout the story along with language. You are forewarned about what resides in this story. Read at your own discretion.
The smell was intoxicating and the taste was addicting. She loves it. This addiction she knew would never cease no matter how much she takes it. Biting down deeper into his skin, she heard his breath slowed against her ears as she continued to suck him dry. The corner of her lips quirked.
They never last long, she mused.
Once she was done, she lifted herself up disconnecting her teeth from his skin. Licking up the little blood that spilled from the puncture, she stepped back. Looking at the mess before her, she smiled. Blood was dried and caked on him. The wounds she inflicted were her best so far: a large gash across his chest, another from his shoulder down his arm, two stabs against his thighs. She laughed proud of what she caused as she placed her hand on her hip. Lifting her fingers, she ran her tongue along them before sucking each one pleasurably.
"You left a lot of blood," came the husky voice against her ears.
"Are you complaining?" she felt his hands on her hips.
"Hm," he hummed as he left wet trails up her neck before his tongue licked around her earlobe sending the immense pleasure tingling through her body.
Already in her high, she quickly turned slamming the male against the wall smashing her lips against his. His hands quickly rolled up her back grabbing the garment she wore tossing it to the floor. Her wet tongue rolled around his, sucking it before devouring him once more. Her fingers tangled with his dark locks as she felt his erection. Growling from the heat in between his legs, he ripped her panty uncharacteristically as he slammed her against the wall. Earning a moan, he quickly went for her breasts. A hand was currently kneading her already harden nipple, while his mouth sucked the other. Tongue darting out flicking the point causing the female to push his head closer.
"My love," she breathed out pushed her hips against his.
His lips left her breast and found its way to her lips. Quickly pulling his pant down, he rubbed against her as she propped herself up wrapping her legs tightly around his waist. She moaned deeply rocking herself against him. He already knew what that calling was as he slid his manhood inside her. Another deep moan escaped her lips as he too felt the ecstasy.
"Faster," she ordered and he complied.
He pounded against her hearing only her pleasurable moans and skin smacking against skin. Her breasts, bouncing from the movements caused his mouth to claim them. She was laughing now. Everything felt immensely wonderful. She couldn't help grinning from a wondrous feeling from their pain and her pleasure. She was almost there. He was almost there. A few more thrust and there was the pressed against skin before the shudder slipped gently through them. Panting trying to catch their breath, she pulled herself closer to him.
"You smell delicious," she licked his cheek toward his ear before nibbling against his earlobe.
"You as well," he slowly grazed his teeth down her neck.
There was a knock on the door.
"I suppose that is our cue," she laughed as he let her down.
Slipping himself out of her, he pulled his pants back up as she grabbed the robe off the side of the door. Wrapping it slowly around her, she glanced behind to see the male walking up to her.
"Yes?" she questioned.
"You request me Milady?" the male voice said through the door.
"Oh, that's right," she laughed earning a narrowed look from the raven haired male, "Love," she wrapped her arms around him, "… I really did forget," she looked at him with those blue eyes and he knew her long enough to know she was lying.
"Don't lie to me," he gritted out, "… I'll make you bleed next time," he warned into a whisper.
"Hm," she smirked as she opened the door.
The raven haired male walked past the man at the door who bowed. The female caught brown eyes and she smiled.
"Kiba," she rolled his name casually, "… get someone to clean this up would you?"
She walked out of the room and stood beside him looking back to where the dead man laid.
"Yes Milady," he looked at her and bowed.
As he lifted his head, he saw blonde hair.
"Get someone to clean the mess," she whispered against his ear, "… I don't want you doing it."
She backed away and he felt his heart beat continue to tell him he was alive.
"Find me another toy," she ordered with a grin before turning to leave.
Watching her leave, he wanted to grab her and show her how making love doesn't have to be sadistic and messy. He wanted her to say his name, wanted to feel her wetness spill all over him, but he knew better. He knew he couldn't do something like that. She was too high for him to reach, too beautiful to be his.
Glancing back to the room, he saw the blood staining the walls. He frowned. It is going to be a mess to clean up.
-o-o-
He blinked as he felt wake drowsily tugging at him. His head was hurting and he had no idea what happened. He remembered taking out the trash and then. His eyes widen, but before he was able to finish his realization, a smooth voice spoke up.
"So you're finally awake," it was a female voice.
His eyes slowly move up to see long slender legs, ample breasts, and blonde hair framing a face with electric blue eyes. He wondered if he was dead or possibly in a dream.
"What is your name?" she questioned smiling politely.
"Where am I?" he asked instead looking around.
"You're in my home," she laughed and it caused a shiver to run down his spine.
"How?" he interrogated gulping down the anxiety.
"Do you really want to know?" her lips quirked up and he felt his breath hitch.
She stood from the front of the bed and sauntered over to him. His eyes were glued to the way her hips swayed before his eyes landed on the exposed shoulders. He tried to move his arms only to find he couldn't. He heard the chains rattle and his head automatically looked at his position. Standing with arms outstretched and chained to the walls, he looked down. His feet were cuffed together.
"What's wrong?" she questioned against his ears and his eyes widen.
What did this woman want with him? Why was he here?
"You're fear is delicious," she licked her lips and he swore he felt a bit of saliva hit his chin.
"What do you want with me," he narrowed his eyes as he watched her intensely.
"Hm," she sounded as she leaned against him grazing the tip of her nose up the curve of his neck.
He felt the heat rising to his cheek and in between his legs. Fighting the natural urge, he ignored the feeling by figuring out her motive. He was about to question her further, but the wetness of her tongue dithering out over his collarbone caused him to grit his teeth. Her fingers trailed down his arm before it gingerly fell across his chest. Feeling her lips smooth over his cheek, his breath caught in his mouth. He tried suppressing his groan as he looked away. Her hand rubs and kneads his manhood gently and he had to bite the inside of his cheek.
"You're hard," she said deeply nibbling the curve of his ear.
"Stop," he gritted out harshly as he was fighting back his panting.
She paused and removed her hand and leaned back. Staring at him in a bit of amazement, she grinned.
"You're brave," she admitted with a laugh, "… I wonder how long it will last?"
She watched the way he forcefully evened out his breathing. She noted the clenching of his jaws and the fisting of his hands. She didn't fight the grin that split her lips.
Interesting man, she mused.
"Tell me your name," she ordered.
"Why?" he narrowed his eyes at her.
"So I know whose name I will be calling out," she smiled seductively.
He frowned hating the fact his erection twitched for her touch. Looking away and looking back at her, he decided he wanted answers first.
"Why am I here?" he demanded.
"Answer my question first," she smiled menacingly.
"Shikamaru," he finally drawled out slowly.
"Shikamaru," she tried his name on her lips, "… Shikamaru," she repeated but in a more pleasurable sound that caused the male to fist his hands hoping the throb between his legs stop standing.
"Answer me," he barked.
"You are here because I wanted you to," she said it like it was obvious.
"What?" he tried suspiciously.
"You see," she laughed, "… I tend to get rid of my toys once I'm thoroughly done playing with them," she aimed her eyes at him and he shuddered involuntarily, "… you, Shikamaru," she smiled, "… are my new toy."