Hey everyone!! Sorry about the century long wait. But here is the chapter. It was written by my great friend, Flowing Tears, a.k.a. Tears. This is a lemon chapter, if you dislike any of that stuff(which most of you don't…perverts lol jk) please turn back now. You have been warned blah, blah, blah. So here it is! Thanks again Tears!!! You're the best!!!
The Games we Play
Well here we are,our game beginning, and Raziel did not look like he
was going to let me talk my way out of this. He took a breath and opened his mouth to say something, but soon remained silent and gave me one of those charming smiles.
"Ladies first."I simply smiled back and started to think of a question that was so difficult he could not answer so I could get an advantage. The man had been around for quite a number of centuries, so anything about history would be out of the question. Instead I tried to think about something a little closer to us.
Raziel gave me the time to think, patiently waiting as my gaze was drawn towards the chandelier in the middle of the room once more. The candles were lit, illuminating the ceiling. As my sight moved down, just behind Raziel, I saw the painting of a young male, black hair tied back into a ponytail. His gaze was soft and gentle; he looked human except for a pair of black lips. He looked like Raziel, was him probably long ago. My thoughts were drawn back to him when my master shifted his standing position, shifting his weight to one
Leg as he waited for my question patiently.
"With all the woman you devour, you don't think you are the whore?"
"If I may be honest, I think this question was the best to start with." He did not answer it the last time, so maybe I could discover something behind his play now.
"Not really, but that's from your point of view. I don't think I am just experienced. Truly when you turn 200 you will realize what I am dealing with for centuries."This was it then. Time for me to take something off. Nervously I looked at the ground as I felt a blush crawl up my face. Raziel chuckled as I did a perfect imitation of a tomato. Just then it was my turn to smile deviously.
Staring at the ground truly gave me wonderful ideas every now and then. I returned his grin and kicked my shoes, ending up barefoot on one of the hides. Raziel's expression turned over.
"That is unfair," he whined.
"I think it's fair enough. My shoes are my clothing and since you started this, along with the fact that you wear only pants and a shirt, you shouldn't be whining about loss." To be honest I had no idea what I just said, but it made me sound certain.
"Do you think that is fair?" He sulks and crosses his arms, practically handing victory on a silver platter.
"Yes." He is silent for a while. We both are, until I feel the corners of my mouth curl up into a smile. It is hard not to smile if humour forces you to do so. He finally realizes why I beam with victory. Something in the back of my head was nagging, as if he was letting me win. Being who he was it didn't seem right. Being the firstborn of the vampire god, he should be acting a lot more spoiled, and not so happy with the current state of our game.
"Well?"
Not that it matters as he removes his shirt. His skin was pale and soft looking, a scar crossed his stomach. What a gorgeous stomach. Feeling his chest had given me some intake at how he looked, but it had not done its justice.
"Do you think everyone is against you?" Another question I asked him before he had not answered to my liking.
"Now that you mention it, my younger brother Zephon might be. I have to be wary of what evilness his mind comes up with." I raised an eyebrow as he tells more.
"He bit me once, and that was not a pleasurable thing, mind you. I believe he is plotting against me, but then again he plots against everyone and everything that doesn't breathe the way he likes. He has, in fact been plotting against Father for centuries now. Not that he is getting anywhere anytime soon. I give him another 30 years before his plan starts to come together. Well, he is not like my other brothers for sure."
Raziel stopped talking and finally our eyes me. "We have our issues."He mentioned when I tittered some more.
"What about your other brothers?" I was caught in the moment, but I had to ask. I seemed to be wearing more clothing then I remembered putting on, but it was getting hot in here. Did I mention he is fine looking? Besides, with only his pants remaining losing will be no option for me.
"They are either too stupid or too loyal to try to defy me."The way I looked at him must have pushed him to talk on.
"There is no need to discuss our master. There is no reason for us to challenge him; if we do we will be cast into oblivion before we think
twice." The way he spoke about his brothers and his loving father was priceless. With a lot of trouble I managed to stop sniggering, as his smug look was the least, I expected. His smug turned into a grin.
"You require assistance?" He laughed, almost sounding evil. Reaching behind me I un-wrapped the ribbon resting on my lower back, most of my gown relaxed around me as it loosened. The greatest part of my attire slipped onto the ground when I pushed it off my shoulders. Did I truly wear so little? While I was feeling so hot just a few moments ago?
As my face burned up some more I removed the white array and tossed it aside, along with a third part of my costume, leaving me in my panties. Automatically I wrapped my arms around me shielding me from Raziel's gaze. He startled me when he was standing only inches away from me.
"Don't be nervous, you look astonishing." He smiled and rubbed my head with a sharp claw, so gently it amazed me he managed not to scratch me.
He was a head bigger then me; I felt more intimidated than safe. I mutter an apology, more to myself then towards him. He pressed me against his hard chest and I contained myself not to squeal.
"I think it would be best to stop playing now."He spoke and gently pushed me to follow him, just a few steps before he sat down on his bed and pulled me onto his lap. There was a hard lump in his pants, and I felt myself becoming uncomfortable when he wrapped his arms around me and tried to kiss me. I moved my head to the side, and then lowered my gaze; this was embarrassing.
"I may be a whore, but I am a gentleman." Raziel brushed his cheek alongside mine and succeeded to comfort me. Again my hormones started to act up. I leaned closer in his warm embrace and kissed his lips lightly. I wondered, how hard could it be to kiss? The maids here talked about it all the time, between drooling over other men and other gossips. Always gossips.
We stayed like this for a while, our kiss deepening a little more as I pressed harder against him. I felt a tongue brushing against my own lips, Raziel demanding entrance. I slightly opened my mouth and caught the tip between my lips, it felt strange and again so familiar. I brushed my own tongue against it. He chuckled against me and gently pushed in, devouring me.
I felt myself burn up, allowing myself to moan a little when he trapped my tongue against the top of my mouth. I pulled back heaving faster then I would have liked, my face burning red.
"Are you testing my patience?" He pulled his lips back showing teeth. If it were not for his charming smile I would be scared. I murmur an inaudible answer; he feels my slight distress and kisses me again. Lighter this time, slower and calm. It still felt awkward but it was nice no matter what. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pushed myself against him, he purred through our kiss.
I shifted again and realized I was brushing against his sex, he purred again and nuzzled my neck. When I rubbed against him again I felt something shoot through my back, my wounds hurting me, even if it lasted just a split second.
Just then Raziel stopped me from whatever I was doing and pushed me on my back gently, knowing about my wounds and minding them. They still stung me, and I tried to get comfortable. He stopped pushing against me and smiled.
"How am I supposed to please us when you are in such pain?" He gave me another charming smile and gently pushed against my shoulder, motioning me to roll on my stomach. I just did as he wanted; protesting was no option as I had felt his strength. I looked at him over my shoulder, confused and a little scared at what he would do to me. Raziel used his left claw to make a cut in his right hand, not too long after I could see blood trickle between two of his fingers.
"This won't hurt." I felt him pet my back, rubbing where my lashes used to be. My back warmed with his touches, as well with the blood he smeared on me. I felt tingles running over my spine, my skin slightly ripping where he touched. He stopped not too long after and as I tried to look behind me he flipped me over.
"All better child." He mused and kissed me, leaning over me. He was pretty heavy, but my back did not hurt as much as before.
"It is,"I breathe and wrap my arms around his neck. He leans over and kisses me, his lips so soft and warm. Our kiss lasted several seconds before he pulled back from the corner of my mouth before he kissed my cheek, slowly moving to my neck, just behind my ear. I couldn't fight the need to giggle when I felt something wet move along the shell before his hot lips moved down to my neck again.
That feeling, something so strange, could be so sensual. Everything he did; every touch, every kiss and everything else felt so sensual. I closed my eyes and let Raziel be, a light pulse was acting up deep inside of me. His whole body shifted and I cracked one eye open, looking at him as he kissed over my throat. Shutting my eye again, I felt my face burn up when he kissed lower between my breasts. The heat was intensifying very fast, almost unbearable as the pulsing became a little deeper.
Remembering the gossips, I tried to spread my legs so he could move between them, one of my legs brushing a part that made him purr softly.
He stopped purring when I stopped moving, giving me a frustrated look.
I didn't mean to upset him, so just for fun I moved my leg again, Raziel
beginning to purr. Glancing down I realized what I was stroking my leg against…well he did not complain. I felt his lips flutter along my neck, half my mind spared a thought: what if he would bite down?
"I won't." His hot breath warmed my skin and his hot lips moved slowly to the other side of my throat. I raised the leg that was between his and he groaned rather loud this time. His groan brought the pulsing back.
"Roll over," I demand, for a moment forgetting my place.
"Excuse me?"He looks at me and raises an eyebrow.
"I want to try something."
"Be my guest." He smiles and rolls next to me on his back, leaning on his elbows looking sexy as always. I settle myself on his lap, one leg on each of his sides. I kiss him on his lips once more before I move down, kissing his chin. He pulls his head back allowing me to kiss his throat. He lies back down and rests one of his claws on my hip, the other he keeps to himself. I kiss his chest, his muscles tense at the touch. Moving my head over his chest, I felt myself becoming a little uneasy. What if he didn't like what I was doing?
I just did what seemed right, he wasn't complaining and I did have fun. His skin was soft, not soft as my skin but truly soft. It almost felt as soft as the sheets of the bed, but stern when I would push against it. The muscles beneath his skin were hard, twitching lightly with every touch. When I reached his stomach, my attention was once again brought to his scar. It was a soft pink, standing out against his almost yellow skin. I ran a single finger over it, and he purred. A soft and short sound, but it showed me he was enjoying this.
I move lower down his waist and stop at the rim of his pants. Pushing two fingers under the rim below his bellybutton, I slightly pull at it. I moved to rest on my elbows and moved my hand to his hip. I did the same with my other hand on the other side, and with a fluent move I pulled his pants off his hips and threw them on the floor, knowing he would not use them
anymore tonight.
For a moment I looked at the large member throbbing just a few inches from my face. He didn't lie about his size. With shaking fingers I touched the base, touching it with only my fingertips.
I felt the pulse beneath the thin flesh, the skin very warm, heating my cold fingers. He groaned when I wrapped my fingers around it, taking a good hold of himself.
"Those cold fingers are wonderful."How he could sooth my nerves with simple things. I relaxed again and slowly moved my hand over his length. His breathing became a little slower and a little heavier. Leaning in a little closer, I licked along the length with the tip of my tongue. He moaned
a little as I did so, encouraging me to do it again. This time I licked the top, slightly feeling the pulse with my tongue now. I felt myself becoming a
little bold and licked again, applying more pressure and his breath hitched.
I took a deep breath and opened my mouth as far as I could, pushing a
small part of his length down my throat. I then changed my mind and pushed him further down, hearing him moan loudly. The dry skin of his member was lubricated with my saliva. I moved up and down a few times, his breathing in time with my movement. He truly enjoyed it. As I sped up he breathed heavily. I removed my other hand from his hip and wrapped it around him, holding him there as I did what felt right. As he got used to my administrations I tried to suck, he gasped and groaned. Experimenting a little, I did it a few times more.
My heat was gone, but knowing Raziel, he would bring it back soon. He moaned after a short silence. I moaned accidently with him, getting caught in the moment and he moaned again, mumbling something more to himself then me. I moaned again, the vibrations pleasing him some more.
I was having a good time, but something was starting to nag in the back
of my head again. He seemed to be enjoying this, but I knew something had to happen according to the gossips.
"Am I doing it right?"
"What?" He snaps, sounding disappointed and surprised at the same time. He sat up with an emotionless look on his face.
"You are taking a long time, you know?"
"I am old. I haven't time." His heaving became less as he relaxed, his lips curling up into a smile.
"On your back." He lifts me up and kisses me, gently pushing me again. I felt my face burn with shame until he kissed me again, another passionate kiss, to sooth my nerves.
"If you don't mind I would like to take care of us." He sounded so sexy telling me that. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and we kissed.
One of his claws moved down my body again and gently pushed against my leg.
Our flesh brushing as he pushed my leg over his hip. I took a deep breath when I felt his length brush against me. Those lips touched mine again as if he wanted to distract me from what was coming. Slowly and carefully he pushed in, bringing the heat back when there was no pain.
He leaned tightly against me; I could feel his heart beat inside his chest, slow and steady as if he could control it. His lips leave mine and move
over from my face to my neck. He waits just a little longer.
I could feel the muscles in his stomach tense as he moves away from me, almost completely out before he waits again. I close my eyes and brace myself as he pushes back in, just as slow as the first time, the heat is brought, making me shiver all over. I still feel his golden eyes locked on me before he kisses my cheek. His claws roam my body, one of them wrapping around my lower back, the other follows, taking hold of my shoulder.
I relax in this position as he draws away from me again.
He pushes in a little harder and continues his thrusting with a gentle pace.
I opened my mouth and breathe in deeply. The throbbing became stronger with his pushing. It felt so good, his hot lips and sharp teeth visiting every spot of my neck and throat; his claws holding me tightly against him; the pulsing heat he caused inside me made this pure bliss. I was scared, had been so afraid of any kind of pain but there was nothing, only this pulsing heat that intensified just a little bit with every thrust. I allowed myself to moan a little louder knowing he would not mind any of my sounds.
I moaned again when he hit a strange spot inside me. It made the heat a thousand times more intense. He groaned with me and kept his pace. I felt something throb inside me, overruling all my senses as a light, bright as the sun, blocked my vision.
The pulsation was intense at first, slowly ebbing away as I tried to control my breath again. Raziel had stopped with his thrusts, breathing heavily over me. He rolled away from me too soon, leaving me with an empty feeling.
I suddenly felt alone until he wrapped his arms around me and dragged me towards him, letting me rest on his chest. I could hear his heartbeat, again steady and strong.
