Warning: Whole lotta smut
Chapter Four
Following him rather closely, Misaki blushed slightly, jogging a little to keep up. He walked rather quick.
"I... wasn't made aware of this either, if that comforts you at all," she murmured quietly, not sure what to do.
"No, I know. Your scent gave you away for being genuinely surprised. It's just...he's never done anything like this before," Ruki muttered, putting his hands in his pockets and frowning slightly.
"I hope you aren't too displeased," she winced, definitely feeling the awkwardness. "I-I'm sure if I'm not to your liking, he could ask one of the other girls..."
Stopping in front of his door, Ruki looked at her. "I'm not displeased. Is this your way of asking if you can be switched out?" He asked, regarding her quietly.
Misaki shook her head quickly. "No, not at all, I don't mind in the slightest," she said, holding her arms. "I just want to make sure you're as comfortable as possible. The King seems to hold you in very high esteem."
Ruki opened the door and ushered her inside. He always stayed in the same room when visiting the castle with his brothers. It was in an entirely different Wing and floor to the Sakamaki princes. He turned to face her once the door slid shut behind them. "I'm going to be frank here...Though I respect him, I despise being cornered into decisions. Does it not bother you to have been put in this position so quickly?"
Misaki shifted a little, slightly uncomfortable. "It bothers me a little he didn't warn me, but I... don't mind. Please use me however you feel," she bowed her head slightly, hair sliding forward to hide her face.
Appearing before her, he took her chin in his hand, tilting her head up until their eyes met. Hers were a light brown, pretty in their own way, for Livestock.
There wasn't much point in delaying. They were both there for one thing. As a man of pride, he needed some sort of proof of her attraction if he was going to do this. She couldn't be his Livestock. His exclusive prey. He couldn't mould her into his plaything, she'd already been handled and shaped by another. But if they could just pretend, perhaps...
"Do you want me, Misaki?" He asked, gaze shifting slightly as he inhaled her scent due to their proximity.
Oh, hell yeah I do, now. Dirty talk. I haven't had to do that in kind of a while. Something about Ruki was very... intoxicating. Misaki smirked up at him slightly. "And if I do? Does that... displease you?" She asked softly.
The answer made him pause. His dark gaze considered her intently. The words provoked him to think of her more as a woman, rather than a thing to be offered and used. Perhaps this prey had been mentally broken along the way, to be so disregarding of her pride. His stomach twisted at the thought, and he needed a distraction. Fast.
He brought her slightly closer using his grip on her chin, until their lips were inches apart. "No. I want us to be on the same page."
Ruki's other hand found her back, sliding down the laces of her dress. He kissed her in a rush, backing her up into the wall and inhaling her started breath. Misaki made a small noise, enjoying the very different feel of a very different body pressed against hers. She kissed him back, parting her lips submissively to allow his tongue access. Pushing her hair away from her neck to give him an area to feed on, she allowed herself to enjoy the stranger's quiet, intense aura of frayed control. Ruki swept his tongue into her mouth, tasting her, deepening the kiss.
He slid his hand from her chin down her neck, stroking her collarbone, then further still to rest over her racing heartbeat. What a telling sign. He took her bottom lip between his teeth and bit down, heedless of her squeak- sweeping his tongue out to catch the droplets of blood. His body caged hers against the wall, hips meeting and sliding against each other slowly.
Misaki made a small noise as a needy feeling became apparent between her legs. Her tongue brushed against his, tasting her own blood and delving deeper for more of the bitter, metallic taste. Reaching up to cradle his cheeks in her hands, another small, satisfied noise escaped her when his hands hooked under the back of her thighs, hitching her legs to wrap around his waist. Her skirts slid up, and Ruki rocked himself into her, cock getting harder from the stimulation. Breaking away from the kiss, his head travels down to her exposed collarbone, biting down into her flesh.
Grunting into her skin, taste exploded in his mouth. Sweet and rich. Misaki moaned loudly, wanting nothing more than for him to sink inside her, rather than rut against her almost cruelly. Her hand moved to cradle the back of his head, working into his hair. It feels soft.
Ruki turned and materialised them onto the bed, falling onto it with a 'thud.' He removes his fangs and leaned back slightly, turning her over with rough hands. Misaki squeaked as she landed on her stomach. Firm fingers pulled the laces of her dress free with sharp, quick movements.
Hot breath fanned over her ear. "I noticed...during dinner, you looked at me a few times. And your cheeks did the most curious thing," he breathed, yanking her the back of her dress open with a harsh tug. "They became a touch red. Tell me what you were thinking."
Sinful, lingering kisses rained down her back as a hand slid between her legs, rubbing her clit hard. Misaki let out a loud cry, squirming against his hand. "I was... looking at your hands," she whispered, before letting out a small whimper of pleasure. "I was thinking about... all of the things they could do to me. Your long fingers sliding and curling inside of m-me, perhaps striking me if I were to misstep~"
Ruki smiled into her hair. "Such ill table manners really shouldn't be rewarded," he muttered quietly, hitching her skirts up and pulling her panties down as he caressed her ass and spanked once, sharply. "Humans are just Livestock to me...but it's funny," he murmured, teasing her ear with his fangs as he rubbed her clit harder, spanking again. The sound was loud in her ears. "I must have been paying a lot of attention to you, in order to notice so much." He pried his fingers inside her and thrust into her wet core.
A startled gasp escaped her and Misaki moaned happily. Karl was never enthused enough to be rough, or interested in foreplay. It almost seems a treat.
His palm left a pink mark on her otherwise pale ass, and she turned her head to stare at him hazily.
"P-please... harder," she whimpered, shifting her hips against his hand to urge his fingers deeper. Ruki watched her reactions almost apathetically, as though in command of his own arousal. His erection dug into her thigh by now, proving the opposite, though he ignored it. In the dark, harsh shadows of the room, his cold blue eyes stood out starkly, giving off an inner, inhuman glow. He thrust his fingers faster, curling them slightly once they were particularly deep, hitting a spot that had her clenching around his digits. Ruki leaned further over her to kiss her back, liking the smoothness of her skin as he spanked her again, harder.
"...You're so wet already. You really are enjoying my treatment aren't you?" He asked quietly, pumping faster.
She gasped and moaned again, body trembling as she nodded, unable to answer. I'm getting so close already.
"I-I'm going to... to cum..." she whimpered, rolling her hips and aching for just a little more. Ruki smiled slightly, before pulling his slick digits from her sex and flipping her over to face him. Surprise filled her expression, morphing curiously into delight.
Freeing his length and rubbing against her slick entrance, he thrust inside suddenly. Ruki groaned lowly, coupled with her own noises as her sex clenched around him.
"M-more!" She cried, hips squirming to chase her orgasm.
Ruki's lips lifted, flashing his fangs as he pushed his slick fingers to her mouth, coated in her juices. He forced them past her teeth, starting to thrust quickly, adjusting their position so that he pinned her hips down, bucking hard. Misaki sucked his fingers obediently, darting her tongue over his skin. With the harder thrusts, she couldn't help but cry out, the sound muffled. Her back arched, body jolting as she released.
I-it's strange, while Karl definitely makes me feel good, I know my pleasure is second to his. I don't feel that right now.
Gritting his teeth as she clenched him like a vice, the vampire shuddered and began to pant. Urging his hips to move with longer, harder strokes caused him to sink inside her to the hilt. Sliding her loose dress down a touch, which hung off her body limply, he cupped her breast. Rubbing her nipple with his thumb, he peppered kisses on her neck, nipping in places. Harder, more. Teeth scraped, mouths sucked delicate skin, breaking it and causing blood to rise. It was simply in him to try and overwhelm his partner with nothing but him. Even in this circumstance, he tried to force it on her.
To want him more than anything.
Misaki panted, staring up at him with dazed expression. Her nipple hardened under his thumb and she hooked her ankles together behind his waist. "Y-you're so big," she moaned.
Ruki faltered in a thrust, before carrying on like nothing happened. Already, he felt himself getting close. He swallows, gritting out. "Gn...tight. Cry for me. Beg," he groaned, holding her close and thrusting wildly. Misaki's body jolted and her thoughts turned to mush, mindlessly muttering pleads for more. Her legs fell from his waist, useless. Ruki snapped his hips forward roughly, trying to stile his noises with clenched teeth. Biting into her skin, he released with a drawn-out groan. Soon he buried his face in her hair and panted hot, wild breath into her neck. Misaki cried out, the feeling of him pooling inside her triggering a second release.
Closing her eyes for a moment, she cradled the back of his neck with one hand, working to catch her breath.
Ruki was dimly aware that his touches were more like a lover than a one-time thing, but he dismisses it. It wouldn't matter how he treated her in the long run. He breathed out and shifted, looking at her. "Heh... your expression is almost inviting me to do that to you again," he panted, catching his breath as he gazed at her parted lips and red cheeks.
Laughing softly, Misaki almost quipped that he was more than welcome to, but stopped. He isn't welcome to. My body doesn't belong to me.
Her expression flickered. "I wish you could," she said instead.
Raising a brow, he regarded her for a moment. "Well, our King instructed that I didn't have to give you back until the night is over. We have a few hours yet." His lips curved slightly. "I intend to make use of them."
Misaki smiled softly. "Do you have the energy?" She asked teasingly, dragging a finger down his chest. "You certainly seemed quite out of breath after the first round~"
Ruki pulled out of her, their combined juices sliding down their thighs. His expression subtly shifted, eyes darkening as the smile on his face become commanding and wicked. "What dirty little lies your mouth tells, Livestock." He swiped his thumb over her lips. "I think your mouth should be put to better use."
Drawing away to sit up, he slid his legs over the side of the bed and gestured sharply to the floor. "On your knees."
Misaki blinked, before smirking a little herself. A thrill of that same spike of heat shot down to her toes. Standing from the bed, she let the dress drop completely, kneeling in front of him obediently. "Ooh, so you do have energy," she giggled, prompting his eyes to narrow slightly. Sliding his hand into her dark hair, pale fingers tightened. "I can assure you of that. Clean the mess you've caused first and then we'll talk about spending energy."
"Ooh. Kinky," she giggled, poke the tip of her tongue out past her lips, dragging it from his base up to his tip. Kissing it, she kept eye contact like the professional Night Lily she was, soon parting her lips and sucking. Ruki inhaled sharply, hand clenching harder in her hair, feeling sensitive since he just came.
He concentrated on not making any noise as he breathed out. "You're very high maintenance, Livestock. Were I your Master, I'd discipline you thoroughly."
Quickly pushing forward so that she took absolutely all of him in her mouth, Misaki's lips pressed against his skin, before drawing back and licking her lips. "Tempting."
Ruki eyes darken, cruel lips quirking at the edges. He tugged at his already loose tie and slid it off. Her vision is then blocked out as he covered her eyes with it, securing the black material into place behind her head. "You said that you wanted to feel my hands on you... now you can more keenly," he muttered lowly, kissing her ear and scraping his fangs over the shell.
Misaki gasped slightly, most definitely enjoying this. She leaned up a bit, elbows on his thighs, tilting her head up at him expectantly. Needless to say, she didn't end up sleeping very much that night.
Blue-grey eyes slid open. He wasn't entirely sure when he'd closed them. The two strangers had sort of collapsed in a tangle of sweaty, trembling limbs on the bed and dozed as they'd caught their breath. He shifted and stilled, finding that their positions were almost intimate. She'd hooked her leg around his waist, head nestled under his chin. He was pressed close to her, one hand possessively on her lower back. He glared at the offending hand and removed it. He glanced at the clock, noting the sunlight streaming in through the cracks around the curtains, and then down at her.
"It's almost time, Livestock."
Misaki made a small moaning noise, brow creasing. "Don't wanna," she frowned, pouting. Her eyes remained stubbornly shut. "Warm here."
Ruki sighed and pinched her ass directly on the pink mark left behind. "I'll carry you naked, Livestock."
Brown eyes cracked open slightly and she let out a puff of breath. "That a promise?" She smiled, but slowly started to shift, finding her thighs aching. Ruki sat up with her, the warmth at his side leaving.
"If you want it to be," he eased up from the bed. With his bare back turned, the scars on his shoulder-blades were finally revealed. He'd been careful not to show them, but it didn't exactly matter now.
Misaki blinked at them, looking, but not saying anything. In truth, they look like the remainders of angel wings. She sighed, drawing herself from the bed, picking up her fallen white dress.
Ruki put his pants back on and slipped his arms into his shirt sleeves, before pausing and walking over to her. He took the dress and silently helped her into it, standing behind her and doing up the laces at her back. Reality was starting to crawl back in, so he kept quiet even as his knuckles brushed her back by accident. Full lips pressed together and Misaki felt a very sudden urge to turn around and kiss him, which she repressed.
I belong to Karl. I'm satisfied, kept fed and safe. I shouldn't want for more. Ruki can't offer me what Karl can, I'm sure. This isn't the time to make a fuss.
Even still, she wanted to, for the first time in a long time. Once the fastenings were secure, Ruki adjusted his own clothes, freezing up when slim fingers grasped his shirt. Misaki silently finished doing up the buttons, stepping back once he reached for his jacket.
Slipping it back on, he looked at her, keeping his expression neutral. "I'll walk you back." He said quietly.
She nodded. "Thank you."
Lingering in his room for a moment, she touched one of his bite-marks on her skin, allowing herself a moment to fully remember everything that had happened and the strange feelings that would never bloom inside her again, before drifting towards the door.
"It's unlikely that unless the King decides to repeat this...strange game, that we'll be seeing each other again. But...I enjoyed last night. I just thought I should say," he said, looking at her mouth. Crushing temptation under his heel, he opened the door. The morning air felt too fresh and new after burrowing inside their sex scented room.
"So did I," she murmured, following him out. She kept a step back, feeling a little strange. Ruki slipped his hands into his pockets, leading her through the hallway they'd taken yesterday. He stayed silent, opening the door to a stone walkway outside. He started to cross it, but paused, looking up at a certain window. From the angle and height, it was clear he was looking at one of the fifth-floor windows.
"What are you looking for?" She asked quietly, suppressing the urge to take his hand and press herself against him.
"It's just that the King takes great pains not to have any of you seen. That window is one of the very few visible from below, and yet he gave you to me for the night. I don't understand his line of thinking."
"He probably doesn't mean much of anything by it. We're expendable to him, easily replaceable. My guess is that he hasn't thought of it nearly as much as you are," Misaki shrugged.
He kept quiet, just as a figure approached them from the other side of the stone walkway. Ruki's gaze met Richter's. Continuing to walk, he held his ground, noticing the dark expression on the elder vampire's face. It became clear to Ruki that he was heading straight for Misaki, perhaps in order to bump into her. Thoughtlessly, his hand snapped out, tugging her out of the way just as Richter walked past.
Misaki blinked, not sure what that was about. She looked between the two, raising an eyebrow at Ruki, but stayed wordless. That was definitely weird.
Ruki let go of her wrist and continued on. His lips curved into a wry smirk. "Heh, I'm not exactly high ranking nobility. The King's brother appears to resent that I was favoured with this." Ruki tutted. "Though really he should think about it as you said. The King probably doesn't mean anything by it." He led her to the other side and up some stone stairs.
"He's a little... strange, don't you think?" She murmured quietly, though Richter was out of earshot. "He makes me a little uncomfortable, anyhow."
"Yes. That's what becomes of second born heirs who develop inferiority complexes. Be mindful around him," Ruki muttered, not caring about his dragging Richter's name through the mud. They finally reached the entrance to the fifth floor.
The two stopped, and Misaki turned to Ruki once more. "Please take care of yourself. I had a really nice time," she said politely, a little afraid to be too intimate. Ruki nodded and hesitated, glancing around. He then shifted and offered her his hand.
Shaking her head and brushing the hair back from her face, she smiled wryly. "I can't," she whispered, inclining her head. "The... night is up. I don't want to get you in trouble."
Ruki smiled slightly and took her hand anyway. He held it in his own larger one, shaking once. "The night is over, starting now."
He then let go, returning his hand to his pocket. Nodding his farewell, he turned to leave, walking back the way they'd come with an air of calm.
"Goodbye, Ruki," Misaki said quietly, opening the door. She slipped back inside the harem quarters quickly, before she could do something that got them both in trouble.