Chapter 21:

Sasha's POV

I was lying on my bed. I had just healed from a private session of the Strigoi pit fight and was now watching tv. They actually had a good selection of channels. This mix between being kidnapped and tortured and being treated like the important guest was strange and conflicting. Almost as strange and conflicting as my interactions with Casya.

On the one hand, I should be appalled by her and should be looking for ways to kill her and escape. I knew Lera would be doing that. On the other hand, I couldn't stop thinking about how good she looked with her mouth around my cock.

Only thinking about it made me stir again. I had never met a girl, or in this case woman that evoked suck a response in me. Yeah, I had been turned on. Yeah, I had jacked off to the image of a girl or two, but this was different. She occupied my every waking thought and invaded my dreams.

When I heard the click of the lock from my door I should have been afraid, angry or focused on finding a way out. Instead, I was anticipating her. I knew she would be coming in because I could smell her. The smell of cinnamon mixed with decay.

My heart fluttered in my chest as the door opened and she walked with a smile on her face. I quickly turned my head back to the tv, trying to look cool. Idiot.

She didn't speak, she just plopped on the bed next to me, joining me in watching the television.

After about ten minutes of watching reruns of bones, she finally said something.

"Your sister just finished. She is amazing. Your brutal in a fight, but she is so calm and calculating until she in not and let's go. Then she becomes violent, so beautifully violent."

She had us pegged pretty well. I was more constant than Lera. I was always a little reckless and charged in first. I always had my animal close to the surface. Used him in daily life and in a fight. Lera was different, more controlled. But when she finally let it out of its cage she was barely recognizable as a person anymore. I suppose that if Casya could push her that far that I had to keep in mind she really was a threat.

But it was hard imagining the girl lying beside me, in almost girlish innocence actually being a soulless monster that was testing us to kill her. Although if she described Lera as beautifully violent I suppose that would match with the monster bit. Even though I agreed with her.

She was moving over me and picked up the remote that was on the other side of me. She turned off the tv and gave me a wicked smile. Somehow that smiled filled me with more dread than when she tortured me.

She moved her body on top of mine, straddling me at the hip. Her legs on either side of me. I hoped to god she didn't feel the effect she had on me.

"So ready for your second test of the day?"

I swallowed hard.

"Did my sister pass this test already?"

She laughed as she bent over to whisper in my ear.

"No, this test is only for you."

I shivered as she rocked her hips into mine.

She started to suck on my neck just below my ear. I was wondering if she was preparing to feed from me or for other things.

Although I was definitely turned on, by the way she was skillfully driving me to the edge just by her tongue on my skin, I knew she was experienced. How many men had she been with? She hinted at Hercules, but she was millennia old. She would have racked up quite the body count.

On that thought, I went completely taut. Somehow her skilled tongue was now intimidating. I couldn't blame her for letting her desires run free. She was Strigoi after all. Part of me envied her. She was free to give into anything she wanted. I couldn't, I never could. And now I was terribly inexperienced in this department and had no idea what to do.

She pulled back from my neck and looked at me curiously.

"Not to your liking? Are you against fucking?"

I shook my head.

"That's not it. I… just… You have been with so many, while I…"

A smile spread across her face.

"Are you a virgin?"

I didn't answer, but I suppose my blush was answer enough.

"How can that be? A strapping young man like you? The girls would be all over you."

"They are, but I can't reciprocate, because…"

"Because you are afraid the animal will come out."

I nodded.

She lowered her face against next to mine.

"Well, you don't have to worry about that with me. I like the animal."

As a way of showing that she ran her nails over my arms drawing blood. I hissed at her.

"And I like fucking, it has been a while, and I want to test if you have the stamina of a Strigoi here too."

I lifted myself in an upright position as I moved her with me.

"And to how many Strigoi would I be compared too?"

She smiled.

"Jealous much? I thought you would appreciate someone with ample experience."

Actually, I didn't like it. I think I would prefer someone who would fumble with me. But something about her made me not throw her off of me, but grab her hips and firmly and grind my groin into hers.

"Yes you have fucked a lot of people, but has anyone ever made love to you before?"

Her gaze went from sexy and daring to outright shock and a little hurt and loneliness. I was taking that as a no then.

She suddenly moved off of me and had a scowl on her face.

"If you want someone to make love to you, you are barking up the wrong tree."

I smiled. Not what I meant.

I quickly moved over her and pinned her on the bed, kept her down by my weight on top of her. I congratulated myself on surprising the oldest, most powerful Strigoi and had a smirk on my face. Her shock and intrigue were evident on her face, as well as a little annoyance that she was barely able to move.

"I don't want to make love to you, but I also don't want to be another fuck."

"Then what do you want?"

"I want to burn. I want a connection I can feel in my soul. I don't want to just satisfy carnal desires; I want to fulfill all my desires of body and mind."

I lowered my head next to her ear, just like she had done before to me. I thought I felt her breath got stuck in her throat.

"I want to make sure neither one of us forgets this no matter how long we are still around."

I pulled back a little and boldly placed my hand on her leg and started stroking it, going higher and higher.

The look in her eyes was shocking again. The shock I had figured out what she really wanted. The shock that I wanted the same thing. To feel something. To be connected to someone, to still feel like you are a person instead of a beast.

I knew the moment she pulled me down towards her lips and started kissing me hard, that there was no going back. I should have fought harder. I should have resisted her, be disgusted by her, but my resignation to our current actions was strangely freeing. I didn't have to think any more about what is right and what is wrong. I didn't have to comply with our society's rules of proper anymore. I could be me. I could be free. Free to do what I want, to let loose and what I wanted was to bury my cock deep inside of her.

She nipped at my lips and I opened up for her. She probed my mouth with her tongue and I reciprocated. Even her mouth tasted like cinnamon but I was lucky to not be affected by her decay anymore. Besides the cinnamon, I could smell something even better, her arousal. The slightly acidic scent permeated my nose and was driving my actions. I wondered if she could smell mine.

If she couldn't I think my painful erection pressing against her thigh was a dead giveaway.

Even though I never been with a girl, never even kissed one, I was realizing I was the dominant type and strangely she seemed to accept that. I was testing different techniques with swirling my tongue and adjusted based on her moans and position. My hand was slowly making its way up her shirt and I felt her arching into my hand. Her skin was velvety smooth and I wondered what kind of beauty regime she had. She obviously had money and I had an image of her bathing in milk like Cleopatra did. For a spilt-second, the milk wasn't white but crimson and I saw her sitting naked in a pool of blood.

I shook the image from my head as I continued my assault on her mouth. I started moving down towards her neck, her collarbone and eventually just on the swell of her breast. For an ex-Moroi, she was actually not that bad, size wise. She couldn't really match a Dhampir, certainly not the females in my family, but I kind of liked the slightly slimmer waist and lean body, topped with modest breasts. As I moved my hand over them and felt her hips come up to meet me, I knew they were a perfect size. Fitting exactly in my hand. Also, she wasn't wearing a bra. Another perk of having a smaller chest and I suppose being immortal. It meant I could probe her breasts and tweak her nipples through her shirt. I saw them hardening through the material.

I pulled back and she moved with me, we removed our shirts at the same time and I couldn't help but stare at them for a moment like a fourteen-year-old boy that had never seen boobies before. Well, I had never seen them in this content anyway. She too was raking her eyes over my body and by the small smile pulled at her lips she liked what she saw.

She pushed me onto my back and she draped herself over me. She was touching me and squeezing me and licking me all over my chest. I couldn't stop the guttural growl that escaped me. She was inching her way lower and lower and I knew where she was heading, but although I was desperate for release I knew that if she went there, things would be over very soon. So I flipped us over again and before she could protest I attached my mouth to her nipple and her protest died on her lips.

I used one hand to massage the left breast as I used my mouth to stimulate the right breast. She arched into me and I greedily took it all. My left hand was leaving her breast and was instinctively drawn down to her sex. I first just rubbed her through her pants, experimenting what direction and speed she preferred. She was grinding her hips into my hand and I took this as an indication that she needed more friction. So I moved my hand and heard her whimper for a moment before I opened the button of her pants and slipped my hand inside of it.

The sound she made went straight to my cock and it twitched in response.

I was rubbing her node and her folds and found them wet, very wet. Now I knew the expression and I knew this was supposed to happen but was this normal? She was drenched. I tested the waters so to speak and slid a finger inside. I felt her hips pump on my finger and I didn't even have to do a thing. I chuckled.

"That eager huh?"

I smiled down at her and she reciprocated.

"Like I said it had been a while."

Her smiled contorted in pure mischief and before I knew it I was on my back.

"But no man has power over me."

She was practically ripping off my pants and slid her own pants down her legs. I stayed still as I watched her undress. I subconsciously licked my lips. She discarded the last garment hiding her true beauty and I couldn't help but stare. Her carpet matched her drapes.

If her boobs left me speechless I certainly couldn't form any coherent words now. She was naked. I had a naked girl in front of me, willing to have sex with me. I tried not to squeal and jump up and down like a school boy but instead tried to exude confidence with a hint of dominance. She said that no man had power over her. I didn't want power over her, I wanted to share our power. I wanted to share ourselves. I edged to the end of the bed and stood up, so I was towering over her with my height. I pulled her body flush against my now also naked body and loved how her skin felt against mine, how I could feel her chest heaving with heavy breaths against my own chest, which had a similar breathing pattern. I loved her silky smooth and delicate hands roaming my body and how they lingered just on the edge of my thigh, close to my throbbing erection.

I said I didn't want to make love to her, but I also didn't want to treat her like all the other men would have treated her. I know she would have consented, but she deserved more than a good fuck. She deserved respect if not love.

I took her hand away from my groin and placed them on my chest. I get her hands there with my own covering them completely. I leaned down and kissed her. Not hard or passionate but gentle and earnest. I moved my hand towards her neck and was glad to notice she allowed me to do so and kept her hands on my chest. She trusted me. She trusted me even though I was in a power position over her. I moved her to the bed and laid her down gently.

"Are you sure? You can still back out if you don't want to be with someone like me."

There was that vulnerability again. I knew she wouldn't physically harm me if I stopped, but I knew enough about her to know she would be hurt. And I didn't want to hurt her, mentally or physically, I didn't want to cause her pain. Which would be hard when she would ask me to kill her. But right now I didn't want to be anywhere else but here. I didn't want to be with anybody else but her.

"I have crossed the point of no return a while back."

She smiled.

"The moment I touched your cock?" She asked in a playful voice?

"No, the moment I laid eyes on you."

And with that, I pushed inside of her. Not letting her shock at my admission deter her from the current action. She had wanted to protest, I saw. I saw the loathing she had for herself. How she didn't think she was worthy of being admired or loved. And as I was plunging in and out of her I realized that I did love her. In a strange way, this cruel monster had made its way into my heart. I wanted her to feel it too. I needed her to know she wasn't just the monster they cursed her to be, that beneath all of it, she was still a girl. A harsh and slightly murderous girl, yes, but nobody was perfect.

I imagined sex a million times. I imagined it in the shower as I used my own hand as a substitute; I imagined it when sparring that I would take that same intensity to thrust inside a woman, but the reality was different. The sounds of flesh on flesh and the slight sloshing sound of her wetness as I took her, again and again, were as much a turn on as the warmth my cock was currently engrossed in. I pulled her leg up and I felt myself slip into her deeper. She was mewling at the new sensation and I too had a hard time containing my sounds.

I wondered if my sister could hear us. I knew she could probably feel me, but probably deduced I was gratifying myself. I needed her to keep thinking that.

I bend down and captured her mouth with mine to stop the worst of the sounds. She was rocking her hips into my own and matching my pace.

"Harder."

She barely whispered and I obliged. I pulled myself up a little and grabbed her hips and ass and lifted her up a bit as I drove into her. Bad idea, she screamed. But I was beyond caring. I was close myself and I was desperate for release. I felt her walls clamp down on me as she threw her head back and pulled me down as she bit into my shoulder. The waving motion of her wetness was making it hard for me to control myself. With her teeth still in my neck, I thrusted frantically as I too came.

I had wanted to bite my own arm like I usually do when I am in the shower. But she had none of that. The moment I climaxed she took my head and placed it on her neck. I greedily took it. I swear, I kept coming. It was like my whole body had stored enough energy over the years for it be released now.

After a few moments, I came down from my high and had a slightly goofy smile on my face. But when I looked at her, my heart skipped a beat. I may have expected a smile or a smirk or devilish amusement, but what I saw was love. It was gone in a moment. But I will remember that look forever. In that moment I saw only the girl. I could even swear that her eyes were green again instead of rimmed in red. But that was impossible and wishful thinking.

We both took another few moments to recover our normal breathing pattern. I understood from my side. I was mortal after all, but it fascinated me that being undead she actually did suffer from increased breathing. Did she even need oxygen? I don't think you could strangle a Strigoi?

"So how do I measure up?

She eyes my still semi-hard cock and smiled.

"I do think I will remember this. For as long as I live."

She stood up and gathered her clothes from the ground.

"I just hope that won't be that long."

And with that, she left me alone and naked on my bed. I had made a decision right there and then. I would change her mind. I would find something for her to live for. The thought was strange because she was still Strigoi, she was still evil and sucking the life from people. I should just kill her and be done with it. But I couldn't. I was starting to hatch a plan.