Snap.
Daggers glided swiftly through the air, aimed at the boy in green. He was in a stance to deflect with that pitiful wooden shield, when the hilt of his blade began to flash. Distracted, the boy didn't have time to register that the daggers sent towards him had pinned him to the nearest wall. He furrowed his brow in utter annoyance as a spirit materialized in front of him, telling him something about a remote being low. (Maybe it was code for something.) As I approached him, I flashed my amazingly white teeth at the distressed boy in front of me, pinned to the wall by none other than my daggers. Those amazingly white teeth were soon stained with his blood. They cut into his neck flesh like a hot knife would cold butter, so clean. The boy turned his head away from the sight of me feeding on his sweet, thick, aromatic blood, only to further expose his neck to me. I smiled onto him and took the opportunity to bite on the cleaner area of him. He let out a cry, and the sweet sound of his voice sent chills down my spine. I pulled back to examine my work.
What I saw was breathtaking. A rosy-cheeked shut tight eyed boy who had his head turned with his nose buried in his sleeve, blood trickling out of his beautiful neck onto his tunic, hands were bound above him... Oh, what a lovely sight.. And.. Oh! What was this? He had his knees clenched together as if..
As if..
The thought sent tingles down my spine.
My hand gently caressed the exposed side of his face, gently stroking him to calm him (after all, I was just ravaging the surface area of his neck). I traced his strong jawline, admiring every part of this boy. I slipped my hand underneath his head to turn him towards me...
I felt his jaw clench.
He was resisting.
I knew how to fix that. I slipped my hand beneath his tunic, and grazed over his surprisingly large package.
A surprised "Oh!" escaped between this boy's beautiful pair of lips, and his head turned towards me. I moved my right hand to his rapidly rising and falling chest and my left cradled that darling face. Before he had time to comprehend what was occurring, my lips had already found his. I bit his lower lip, drawing the smallest amount of blood possible (I didn't have time to fully examine the possibility that I may or may not have broken an artery in his neck.), receiving a small moan in response.
Smiling against his lips, I simply said, "Does this excite you?"
I bit harder. Another beautiful moan, followed by nervous, ragged breathing. Just listening the the sound of this boy's voice had me going insane on the inside. I craved to hear that beautiful voice of his. I wanted more, and with that on my mind, I began to attack his gorgeous lips again, this time, with my hips grazing the boy's armor with each rhythmic kiss. He surprisingly responded with moans and shivers. Oh, gods, even the simplest reaction from him drove me wild. I wanted him, and I wanted him now. My conscious stopped me, reminding me I have more pressing matters elsewhere, and that soon, this boy would be mine. I stepped back once again, to admire my work. I snapped, the daggers pinning this lovely treasure dematerialized, and through the flurry of diamonds I saw, my Sky Child fall to the floor and gaze at me with a pitiful face, as if he was asking why.
Hush, Sky Child, it'll all be over soon.