Round 2: A few days later. Want details, read Trade in the Sun.


"Freaked out yet?" Aya looked up at Godric. Her face looked innocent and scared despite the dark secrets she had just revealed. Her body was trembling with anticipation, waiting for imminent rejection.

"Not remotely." Godric smirked and then he attacked, determined to fulfill some wishes of his own. The desire he had started to feel at Russell Edgington's bubbled to the surface and he thought he might meet the true death if he wasn't sheathed in the djinn's body immediately. Godric ripped Aya's red tank top in two, she made a noise in protest but was silenced when her bra followed and Godric began licking and sucking at her right nipple.

Godric had her backed into a corner of the concrete basement. She was his prey and stood absolutely no chance. "I want to fuck you, Aya." He said fiercely, raising his head from her breast so she could see the hunger in his eyes. "I want to mark you, claim you, make you beg."

Aya's knees nearly buckled, she could feel her panties were soaking wet underneath her denim shorts. "Wish granted." She looked back at Godric, equal amounts of hunger in her own face, and pulled at the collar of his white button down - a shirt which was compliments of Edgington's lover, Talbot - the buttons went flying across the room as she tore the material. Godric pulled down her shorts, the scent of her arousal hit him full force and he growled with want. Aya's was now clothed only in a white lacy pair of panties which hung low and tight on her hips, they met the same fate as her shirt. Aya unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall to the floor, his cock was finally free and painfully hard. Licking her lips, Aya wrapped one hand around Godric's member and trailed her other hand up his chest.

Godric gripped Aya's waist and spun her so his chest was flush with her back. He reached around and teased her breasts while kissing and licking his way down her neck and shoulders. "None of that right now, I need have all of you."

"So take me." Aya moaned back at him, her juices were beginning to drip down her inner thigh. Before she realized what was happening Aya was bent face first against the table in the middle of the room. Godric stepped behind her and ran a hand up her spinal chord, enjoying the way it made her whole body shiver. "Godric please." Aya whimpered.

"What, Aya. I need to hear you say it." Godric was about to lose control, Aya seemed to always have him on the brink.

"Please fuck me, make me yours." Aya rubbed herself against Godric, hoping that would make him give her what she wanted. With a final growl, Godric finally entered her. This was not the sweet and slow ride their first time had been. Godric thrust furiously in and out of her, Aya's knuckles were turning white gripping the edge of the table.

"Scream Aya, no one will hear. Let go." Godric ordered and Aya obeyed immediately, letting out a lustful battle cry and hitting her left hand against the table in rhythm with Godric's thrusts.

Godric never let up on his pace, but raised Aya slightly at the same time he bent over her more so he had a clear view of her neck. "It's time, lover." He whispered before sinking his fangs into her. The moment she realized Godric was inside her with both his fangs and dick Aya came hard, screaming and bucking her way through orgasm. Godric moaned at the taste of her exotic blood and his thrusts became erratic, within seconds he was emptying himself inside of her.

Godric took one last sip before pulling his teeth and dick outside of Aya. Aya tried to stand on her own but started to collapse, Godric caught her and lowered both of them to the floor, cradling her against his chest.

"Here, to replace what I took." Godric bit his own wrist and held it to Aya's mouth, at the same time he pricked a finger on one of his fangs and used the blood to heal her bite marks. Aya took a few drinks of his blood before releasing and collapsing her head on his chest, exhausted from the long night and his intense pace. Godric looked down at her in wonder, she was unexpected and perfect. "Mine." He spoke to himself and the universe at large. "Finally mine."