Chapter Three;; Blood and lust

Warning; Heavy lemons in this chapter.

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"Derrick, whats that?"

"Why thats a television my love."

"Whats a...t-tel...iviton?"

"Haha...its an invention that allows you to watch moving pictures, Love."

"Moving pictures?"

"Yes, Love; people like you and myself act out infront of cameras, getting filmed, for our entertaintment."

"B-But Derrick, their kissing..."

"Its called a romance Umiko..."

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It was just like Racheal to bring men home with her after she got drunk at the bar. As he neared her home he caught glimpse of a man sneaking his way from her window and running off into the night. Derrick shook his head and sighed; it was nothing new with Racheal. She was a single woman who would always stay single; quite comfortable with her sexual desires. He stepped his way calmly and skillfully quiet into the same bedroom the man and flew from, and had left open. He gazed down at the quite desirable form of the nympth.

She was nude, and the covers only covered barely her lower half. She slept on her back with her hands spread, one falling over the edge of the bed. Her head was tilted to one side; opposite of Derrick allowing the pulsating flesh of her neck in plain view of the vampyr. He stepped forward and sat himself on the edge of the bed. He saw her only as food...nourishment for his damned existence. That didnt mean she was not beautiful. He raised his large, clawed hand over and allowed his fingers to run through her brunette, silken strands.

"Hmmm..."

Her large, reflecting moon's fluttered open and gazed sleepily up at him, "Derrick?" He placed his finger on her lush, dry lips and hushed her. His eyes glowed a magnificent, brighter, molten hot lava crimson. They seemed to hypnotize her into silence. He leaned forward, slowly, ever so slowly; opening his mouth and allowing his fangs to lengthen and sink themselves into her suculent neck. Her heartpace quickened as she gasped, bringing her arms up to grasp his back tightly.

"D-Derrick..."

He growled, the vibrations making their way through the woman's small, petite frame. Her sweet, crimson, nectar flowed into his awaiting mouth as he lapped it up hungrily. Racheal arched her back, moving her head backwards; he leaned forward as so his fangs would not rip from her neck and cause her harm. He drank only enough to satisfy his bloodlust. Pulling quickly before it was too late he growled loudly into the dark abyss of her quiet room. The woman gazed up at him with far away optics and reached up, placing her hands on his chest.

"Derrick...?"

Lemon Starts Here

He gazed down at her with bleeding eyes. His whole eye was consumed in the dark color, even the whites. His vampyrism was taking over as he gazed lustfully down at Racheal's exposed breasts. He leaned forward quickly and took a perk nipple into his mouth roughly, needing it with his teeth; teasing it with his tongue. Umiko... He brought his hand up and grasped her other breast into his palm, needing it sensually, using his claws to pinch her nipples. Racheal arched her back, crying out in thrilled pleasure. In his mind...far away he had locked himself away. His lustuous manliness had been unsatisfyed since Umiko and his break up and he had pent up lust that needed to escape. Her dark room...made it easier for him to imagine his love, the only one that had his heart and would always have it.

"Umiko..."

He mumbled against Racheal's breasts. The woman cared not of the name he called her. Derrick had been the best man yet she had bedded and needed the satisfaction he could only bring. Two people wanting pure lust, nothing more. Before Derrick could change his mind, and think twice for the actions he was doing, Racheal grabbed his shoulders and pulled him up onto the bed, making it to were he was straddling her hips. She crashed her lips to his, grasping his hand and placing it over her breasts. Derrick massaged them sensually, imagining his innocent lover underneath him, biting her lip innocently and writing in pleasure; begging for him to make love to her.

His eyes were closed..to keep his dream real. Racheal shedded him of his upper clothes, running her slender fingers over his bare, tone chest. She forced her tongue into his mouth, fighting it against his. He was brought from his daze at feeling Racheal begin to unzip his pants, moving her hands to the buckle of his belt. He growled lustfully, still imagining his beautiful Umiko beneath him. He lifted up to lower his pants to his ankles, kicking them off to the ground. Now completely nude, the two entertwined in eachother's selves; feeling their bodies together.

"Unnn...Derrick...please...let me be you're Umiko tonight. Just tonight...just this one night only..."

Before she could speak no longer he thrust forth with his hardened member and sheathed it into her hot, moist core. Racheal threw her head back and cried into her room, bucking her hips up and wrapping her legs around his waist, setting them above his bottom.

"Yes Derrick...yes..."

Umiko... I love you. He growled and brought his lips to her's in a brutal, bruising kiss to silence her. His eyes were closed tightly to see the vision of his love. He pound into the clenching, burning core of the woman he was imagining Umiko. Racheal screamed her moans into their kiss, they sounded muffled. Her nails dug into his back as she moved her hips in rthym with his.

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"Umiko, I love you."

They were in his room, in their new home...

"Umiko loves D-Derrick..too..."

He kissed her passionately, moving his lips to her perk, azure nipples. Her moans drove him to insanity. The goddess would arch her back and spread her legs, allowing her love to drive deeper into her core. He thrust into her quicker, more desperately;making love to her sensually, passionately, crying out that he loved her repeatedly.

"Ughhnnn...U-Umiko...I'm almost there..."

"Oh Derrick! Umiko loves Derrick!"

Their cry of ectacy would reach the heavens as they held eachother for dear life, afraid the other would fall into oblivion. Their bodies glistened with sweat as their breathing was heavy. Umiko nuzzled herself under his chin.

"Derrick..."

"Yes, love?"

"Dont forget me..."

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"Derrick!"

Racheal screamed as she climaxed, her walls clenching around his hard member willing him to finish with her. Derrick was not there, he was floating above them, watching himself, but he was not there; his mind was elsewere. He finished, but without the satisfaction he expected. He fell forward toppling over Racheal, breathing heavily and trying to catch hold of reality. Tears had drenched his cheeks and fallen over Racheal. He pulled himself away from the woman he had just fucked, not made love to...lustfully fucked. He threw his clothes on and stole away into the night.

Lemon Ends Here

Slamming his door he ran up to his room in rage. He tore the clothes from his body so roughly his claws dug into his own skin. He was completely disgusted with himself. He showered himself throughly, in nothing but scolding hot water. He scubbed his body till it was red and raw. He scrubbed and washed in the steaming water untill he could no longer smell the wretched woman on him. He turned the water off and made his way to his bed. He fell into the silken covers and pulled them around his nude, wet body. His shoulders racked with sobs. If she cheated on me...why does loosing her hurt so bad? Should I have listened to her side of the story? His thoughts wondered to many possibilites untill he wandered in the relm were reality deminishes and dreams take flight; awarding you with you're wildest desires...