This chapter is complete lemony goodness. Wait for the next chapter/skip to the next chapter if your not interested. Its rated M for a reason!

Chapter Five: Blood, Sex, and Booze

Muttering angrily to my self, I kicked a lose rock on the path as I made my way to the house I called home. I didn't have a stomach ache - if anything, I felt great! I just couldn't deal with Lizard's creepy staring much more. Wrapping my arms around myself tightly, I sighed as I walked on.

Soon arriving at the small house, I pushed open the door and made my way through to the bathroom; my pyjama's from the night before were where I left them, on the broken towel rack by the shower.

Kicking off my clothes, I looked down at the bruises. They were healing nicely, but they were still visible; the cuts and scrapes were nothing more than dry skin. Standing straight, I looked in the dusty mirror above the sink; my skin was clear from any grime, and my eyes were clear, but I couldn't help but feel dirty. Spalshing my face with the cool water, I sighed as I dried myself before pulling on my pink pyjamas bottoms and shirt.

Dropping down on the bed, I curled up tightly into the blankets. I felt like a fool in love. His kiss was so hungry, yet so soft and gentle against my lips. I couldn't work it out. One minute we were yelling and screaming at each, and the next he was kissing me. He was…different. A side to him that showed he cared.

I had feelings for him. It was no use hiding it from myself. How much I told others I loathed him, I felt something stronger than the hate. Something what was growing so stronger I had to admit it now or suffer later when it would be too late.

Suddenly my thoughts were stopped as the door opened. I looked up to see who had entered and saw it was Lizard. Pluto had clearly found other things to do to entertain himself.

"You 'kay, girl?" He asked, tilting his head to the side to get a closer look at me. He'd been drinking. The booze on him stank out the whole room. He sat down on the foot of his bed besides me and smiled. "I though' ya had a 'tummy ache'?" He asked.

"I did." I lied, not looking at him.

"And I though' ya were goin'a bed early?"

"I am in bed."

"Well, why ya still awake?" He was getting on my nerves now.

"What is this, 21 Questions?!" I sat up and glared at him. He glared back, a menacing smirk across his lips. I shuffled back a little but before I could move away much more, his hands were latched to my shoulders pulling me into another kiss. I instantly kissed him back, not wanting to hide it anymore, not from him. I wanted him. I wanted to be near him and with him.

Pinning me down on the bed, he grinned against my lips when he forced his hardening groin against me. It was a long silent kiss, but it was soon broken when he pulled away. He glared down at me, and leaning above me he began to kiss and caress my collar bone with his tongue; his face remained expressionless as he ran his fingers down between my breasts, before cupping them gently. I winced in pain as he squeezed my breasts tightly, watching my wriggle in pain as his fingers dug into my remaining bruises.

Caressing my cheeks with the his fingers, he my face aside an began to kiss and gently bite my neck. He lips tracked down my throat, kissing my racing pulse as his fingers began to unbutton my night shirt. I gazed into his blue eyes as he knelt above me; running my hands down his waist pulling his crotch closer to mine. I began to unzip his tatty trousers as his fingers ran up the inside of my thighs. My legs began to buckle when his long fingers began to massage my heat; I frowned up at him began to moan when his movements became rougher and faster. Pulling myself up to him, I began to kiss and bite his neck, my body needing his.

"Ya so fuckin' wet…" He muttered, pulling his hand away and smelling his fingers. It wasn't enough, I needed more. He grinned wickedly at me as he pulled down my bottoms and stripped me off my shirt. Holding my breasts tightly, he took a nipple to his mouth, his other hand rubbing my wet cunt; I chewed on my lower lip, holding back my screams.

Ripping away from me, I kicked off his tattered jeans and vest before jumping back on me. Taking my hand, he guided it down to his throbbing cock, motioning my hand to rub and massage him. It was huge… considering he hand such a slim build, he was certainly well endowed. I looked down at it, and let my free hand wander down my pussy, playing with my sensitive flesh. He smiled, and watched me fuck myself for him, not daring to interrupt me. "Ya, keep doin' that, 'Manda. Make yaself hot 'nd wet for Lizard."

Rubbing my clit and opening gently, I looked up at him with pleading eyes. He knew I needed it but would do nothing but watch. Rubbing myself harder, I began to pant hard, my legs shaking. His eyes became shifty, scanning my body. His need was as strong as mine.

With one hand holding tightly to my breast, he slapped my hand away from my cunt and began to torment my opening with his thick cock. Inch by inch he began to push himself in, and I couldn't help but squirm under him; he held my body still, swallowing hard as he slowly penetrated.

"Fuck… ya so tigh'…" He grunted; I gazed up at him, my vision blurred. Kneeling over my body, he brought his lips to my ear. "Scream."

Without warning, he slammed his full length into me. Screaming, hoping the pain would subside, he continued to thrust into me.

Suddenly I felt it; the pain had stopped and with every thrust, my body became light; my legs began to tremble and I could barley catch my breath. He began to go even faster, my arms clenching around him he watched my body climax to my first orgasm.

I screamed loudly, not wanting to hold back anymore. My breathing was ragged, his cock still slamming deep inside my pussy; his hands dragged over my flesh, twisting and pinching at my nipples. Wrapping my legs around him, his eyes locked on mine. He started to thrust harder and faster, showing no mercy as his cock ventured deep inside. My throat began to run dry, my body trembling from orgasm after orgasm.

Pulling himself out, he rubbed his cock over my opening, holding tightly to himself as he finished himself of, watching me fuck myself again for him. He suddenly finished and he knelt above me for a few moments before collapsing on top of me.

My breathing began to steady as his did, too. He ran his fingers through my short hair and leant up on his elbows to look at me. His face was still expressionless as he continued to breathe heavily down my neck. His breath was so warm and fresh against my body it felt almost relaxing. I gazed up at him as he lips suddenly collided against my own. I kissed him back, more hungrily than I ever had before as he nipped at my bottom lip. I yelped slightly as he drew blood and he pulled away.

He looked down at me and smiled an evil grin before lapping up the fresh blood around my mouth. His eyes closed slightly as he bit down on my lower lip once more, his teeth resting.

It was a long night of on-and-off love making, but it was completely worth the lack of sleep.