Sexuality warning.
Ivy had to almost run at times to keep up with Ren's fast pace as he led her through the back alleys. Once they were far enough away, he tossed her before him and let her catch her breath along with her balance.
"Thank you," she breathed.
Ivy grimaced. She put a hand up to the back of her neck, hanging her arm from it as she lowered her head and closed her eyes. Ren watched her from the corner of his eye as she let out a deep breath. She was quiet for a moment, then grimaced again. Ren felt a pulse through his body.
"What is it?" he pressed.
Ivy shook her head. "It's just my back," she said. "All the tension from my stress builds up there, and it can really hurt from time to time. And now I have no pot to combat it." And these tits certainly don't help any. Damn, I could really use that weed right now.
Ren's eyes traveled down from her neck to her back. Despite their recent close encounter, he saw his opportunity. With his supernatural stealth, he moved in behind her. "Here?" he asked as he laid his hands upon her.
Her head shot up and her mouth opened, letting out a few breaths. Breaths much like the ones he was familiar with in a much more raunchy context. He smiled, finally having found her weakness. Up until now, Ivy had been very opposed to Ren, constantly keeping her guard up, but once his hands nudged that tender spot she was immobilized. They worked their way over her back without reservation. Not only did he take this opportunity to move closer, but she leaned back into him. With the hand she had still resting on her neck, she gathered her hair and pulled it over her shoulder, simply trying to move her hair away from her back to allow and encourage him to continue. And there it was. Her exposed neck. Right there. He was starved after all that commotion, and may not get a better opportunity than this.
His eyes started to glow red as he began to lean down. Attempting to keep her entranced and get a hold of her, he simultaneously ran his hands toward her front, attempting to cross them beneath her breasts and hold her to him. But as soon as they left her back and seemed to have other plans, her eyes shot open and she snapped out of the enchantment.
"What are you doing?" she cried as she pushed him off and spun away from him. Her outburst caused his eyes to dull before she could view them. She was able, however, to see them narrow a bit in frustration. Every time he thought he was close to sealing the deal, she inevitably pulled away. He had been through a lot tonight, and he had just had her in his grasp, and again she managed to slip away.
The outburst had caused her to move almost a foot away from the wall of the alley. He only looked at her for a second: that's how long he was able to remain composed. After that, he reached out and pushed her against the wall, leaning a hand on the wall on either side of her.
Ivy froze. She was unsure of what to do as she kept her eyes on him. He had just saved her, and had been rather generous and sincere with her tonight. Even so, it didn't stop her from being terrified. Most men she knew would expect something after all that he had done. But what terrified her more was that tonight she didn't feel all that opposed to it. She was afraid of intimacy and the inevitable pain that had always accompanied it; but at the same time, she hadn't had intimacy in a while, but still suffered overbearing pain.
"You know," Ren proclaimed, "I have something that will relieve your stress much better than a mere back rub."
Ivy assumed he was talking about sex. "You're awfully confident," she countered.
He smirked, then entreated, "Let me show you why." Ivy said nothing, still thinking. The pleasure she had simply felt from a moment ago was tempting her into something more. She had recently read that sex could drastically help with depression—and she was getting desperate.
As she thought this over, Ren's eyes scanned her being. She was beautiful, worlds prettier than his typical prey. And feisty.
With his confidence now brimming, he decided to make a deal. "How about this," he began, "let me kiss you. That should leave you without a doubt in your decision." He looked into her eyes. She didn't protest, and that was as good as a yes to him.
He took her chin firmly in his hand and started to lean in. Just as his eyes started to close, she impulsively reached out and pushed him back. "No!" she cried. He was almost enraged as she again found it in her to deny him.
But then he realized that she hadn't pushed him off, just back. She clung to his jacket yet again, looking back and forth between his eyes, clearly thinking something over. What is the meaning of this? Ren demanded, though he managed to contain his frustration. He felt there was still hope so long as he had control over himself.
Ivy was thinking. She restated his comment from a moment ago in her mind, "I have something better for that." Without knowing what he was, Ivy didn't understand exactly what he meant. She thought he meant something else (though for Ren, sex and supper were really one in the same) and in her emotional disarray, was weakened enough to give into it.
"...I'll do it," she affirmed. "Just don't kiss me on the lips."
Ren took an extra moment just to make sure he had really heard her correctly, and smiled wide once he realized he had. He acted quickly before she could change her mind. Ren pushed himself off the wall, grabbing her hand and forcefully leading her along behind him.
Luckily for him, his current hotel was not far away at all. He pulled her in a hurried stroll, she unable to keep up with him by simply walking. He held her wrist behind his back as he wove through the crowd, and he smiled when he noticed she was in turn clutching his jacket.
He was fortunate enough that someone was stepping out of the hotel elevator just as he approached, cutting down even more on time. He swung her in against the wall, finally letting go as he flung her. He turned, pressing the button to close the elevator before he pressed the one for his floor, more than ready to get her alone.
Before the door had even completely closed, he had returned to her. He knew better than to let the mood die. He needed to keep her mind on one thing so it didn't change.
He started behind her ear, kissing it, but the scent and placement was just too tempting. He didn't want to ruin it yet. He sunk lower, kissing her exposed chest before lowering himself to get at her stomach. He placed a hand on each hip and ran it up her sides, pushing her shirt up slightly to expose her skin. Her head was tilted back, pressed against the wall, and she wove her hands into his hair, giving in completely.
Ren continued to slowly raise her top, kissing and exploring any new skin he found, when he noticed something that hadn't been there before. Some ink, swirling just above her hip. As he lifted her shirt, he followed it toward her ribs. Soon he had revealed her naval piercing, with a silver thin-legged spider dangling from it; he didn't remember that from before either. He took the end between his front teeth and tugged gently before letting it slip away, his eyes glancing up at her before he returned to follow the ink. As he revealed more of her porcelain skin, he found a tattoo of muted green ivy creeping across her side. "This is new," Ren muttered as he admiringly ran a hand over it.
She finally tilted her head down. "How would you know?"
The elevator dinged, saving Ren. The young vampire stood and drew the key from his pocket, grabbing her arm and turning to pull her along behind him. He had waited much too long for this and wanted to make it happen before she had a change of heart.
When they reached the room, Ren turned part of his attention to opening the door, but Ivy made up for it. Working her hands under the front of his jacket as she wrapped her arms around him, she pressed herself to his back. Ren smiled.
Finally, I have her.
He turned the knob and pushed open the door with his body, being sure to drag her in with him. As they entered they readjusted to face one another, Ren leaning back and double locking the door behind his back. Pushing her further into the room, she reached across her body, grabbing the strap of her bag and lifted it over her head, dropping the bag to the floor and leaving it behind.
Ren helped guide her, as neither had bothered to turn on a light and he easily saw in the dark. As they approached the bed, Ren smiled maliciously as she too took part in removing his clothing. Once the majority of his clothes was shed, he reached down, going straight to undo her jeans. She simultaneously discarded her shirt, feeling safe in the darkness. At that moment she became all the more tantalizing, that skin again revealed to him. He pushed her back onto the bed and finished ripping her pants off. Ren lowered himself, hooking his arms under her knees and pulling her toward him.
He settled his hands on her hips, toying with the lace panties as he then bent to kiss wherever he pushed the hemline back. He traveled down, moving inward as he exposed his teeth. He lightly trailed his fangs down her inner thigh, ending with a kiss.
Placing his hands on either side of her, Ren arose to hover over his prize, but she reached her knee up and hit his side, knocking him over. She rolled with him and claimed the top. Ren was a little surprised. The women he was typically with were shy and insecure. They would submit and wait for him, wanting to know that it was ok, that they were wanted. Some would even ask him to tell them they were beautiful, or go so far as to ask him to say 'I love you'. But male comfort and companionship were not what Ivy was after, and she certainly wasn't shy about it.
Ivy straddled him and pushed his shoulders back in an attempt to pin him. She lowered herself and gently took his ear between her teeth, running her hands up and weaving them into his hair. She slowly pulled them down, running them to his chest and then out along his arms. She stopped at his biceps, now clutching him and starting to dig her fingernails into his skin. He felt her breath on his ear and neck, and enjoyed how she would arch her back into him.
Ren had decided to give her a moment on top, but knew he could not let her remain there. With this decision he had let his hands come to rest on her hips; but as her skin came along his, he raised them to hold her closer to his chest. One hand came to her shoulder near his face. He again grazed his teeth on her skin, moving along her shoulder and pulling her bra strap away with his hand. With his other, he reached up and rested it on her clasp. Just as he was about to pinch, she sat up.
"Ok, what-?" she uttered. Something was bothering her. She could feel the sharpness of his teeth. With one hand she reached out and grasped his chin, pulling his lip down. She squinted, using what little city light was available through the translucent curtains to investigate.
Ren quickly knocked her hand away. "What are you doing?" he snapped. But she had already seen them.
"You have fangs," she stated, though no fear reflected in her voice. She sat upright. "Did you actually give yourself fangs? What, are you some sort of wannabe vampire? Were the bats yours too?" Her tone was somewhat mocking and he didn't appreciate it.
"I told you you'd be safe with me," Ren reminded her unhappily. He was extremely irritated with her accusation, as well as the timing of it. "Aren't we in the middle of something?" he remarked, never confirming nor denying what he was.
"Do you want to know why so many women find vampires attractive?" she inquired, finally in a flirtatious tone.
"Humor me," replied Ren.
"Most women don't even realize this, but they find vampires sexy because of where they bite, right here-" As she cleared her hair away, she grasped Ren's hand and guided his fingers to graze right over her jugular, thinking that he couldn't see it in the dark. With his heightened senses he could feel her blood pulse against his fingers with his light touch. "It is an extremely erogenous zone for women and many men overlook it."
How convenient for me, Ren thought to himself. "Right here you say?" he asked provocatively as he sat upright to bring his mouth to it. He kissed it, then licked it. He heard her pleasure in her next escaped breath and her body sink in to his a bit more. He was so tempted to right then as his self-control was again tested, but now wasn't the time. She was on top, thinking clearly, and he wasn't sure how she would react to a bite. It was time to change that.
Before he rolled her over, he unclasped her bra and pulled it away. He was more than ready to finally take her again. Her blood wasn't the only thing he desired. And in that moment, he realized that it had not been the taste of her blood that he had been missing most. It was that primary desire that he planned to now satisfy as he went to pull her final piece of clothing away. He lowered himself, taking care to watch how much weight he laid on her. He rested against her, his arms and hands holding her to him as he continued to play along and tempt his senses.
He soon heard her moans and irregular breaths, and he smiled. She had been brought into the moment. He finally had her, and Ren was now more sure than he had been that he would be able to have everything just as he wanted. He paid attention to her nails as they left quickly disappearing scratch marks, and waited until he felt them curl in, pulling him closer. Now was the time. He again penetrated her, sinking his teeth into her soft neck, enjoying her all the more.
Ivy reflexively tilted her head back. "You weren't pretending," she whispered, a little shocked at this, but that was her only reaction. He felt the hands that had been clawing at his back, not become defensive and try to push him away, but instead soften. She rested them and pulled him closer as she turned her head away, granting him better access. Ren's eyes shot open and turned to his peripheral. Another odd reaction, he thought. What a strange girl. Ren pushed his thoughts away. He needed to finish, so he concentrated on the pleasure from her blood and her body until he released.
When the intensity finally lessened, he extracted his teeth, licking any spilled blood so as not to waste any. Once it was gone, he propped himself up, completely satisfied. She looked quietly and calmly into his eyes. She's not bothered, he thought. She's so sensitive to my erasing her memories. Maybe if I let her have them, she will be easier to have again...
She seemed to be thinking about something. "What is it?" he snapped.
"You're not as much of a creep as I thought you were. You have just been... hungry. That's why you were so persistent," she answered. He cocked his head to the side and pouted. He has quite the adorable pout, Ivy thought to herself. She looked away and then actually pushed him off, sitting up. She found her shirt and put it on, then reached for the dim hotel lamp to help her find the rest of her clothes.
"You're leaving already?" Ren asked as she dressed. She didn't want to cuddle? Or talk about their feelings? She wasn't even going to apologize and give a reason for leaving so soon?
"Yeah," she answered as she put her shoes on. She saw his confusion. "This didn't mean anything either. Did you think that once you had me I would fall in love with you or something? Come on, you weren't that good." Ren's pout turned into a deep frown as feelings boiled up inside him. How dare she insult him? "Oh, I see," she said, standing up. "You get a lot of girls, don't you? So you think you're amazing because of it, but you're always the one leaving. You never stick around for any feedback." Ren did not take this well, but with nothing to retaliate with, just climbed out of bed and began to dress himself too.
He turned back to her just as she strapped her bag over her shoulder and tucked her bra in it. "You know," he began, thinking of a way to get back at her, "I had actually considered not erasing your memory, but-"
"Oh, you can do that? That makes sense, I suppose," she interrupted. "No, you should totally do it. I won't miss the memory of tonight."
Ren didn't know what to say. The more she spoke, the more it pissed him off. He reached out and tapped a yellow glowing finger to her forehead, hoping this would have a more normal effect on her. In her dazed state, he guided her out to the street, then stepped away.
Ivy shook her head, then looked around. From the top of a lamppost, Ren watched her walk away. As he did, his sister Karin's words came back to haunt him, "Big brother Ren, you're horrible! How can you just use women like that?" But at the moment, and for the first time ever, Ren felt like it was he who had been used. That damn girl. I'll show her, he thought angrily to himself. He jumped and flipped away, now on a mission to find another woman to practice on.