It was dark and Vivika couldn't sleep. Surely Thomas should have returned by now? She's just been sat there in he living room with a glass of water staring out the windows and listening to the quiet which was occasionally interrupted by a scream or a gunshot from a human too stupid to realize they'd already lost. Vivika had always been all right on her own, solitude was fine but she truly did miss her Thomas, of course, the semi-immortal knew he'd left for a good reason and his purpose in life wasn't to cater to her every whim – even though he often did anyway – no, Thomas was their Lord's right hand and he took pride in his work; Vivika would respect that.
She'd been about to go and get some sleep, or at least try to, when the double penthouse doors opened to admit the suit clad Strigoi. He marched in and practically slammed the doors behind him which was unusual for Thomas. She flicked on the small lamp beside her then peeked over the back of the couch at him.
"Hi, Thomas, I missed you."
He didn't even answer her, just strode towards her in a silent huff, that was when she spotted the bullet hole in his suit and her heart sank. Vivika watched as he went to the vast windows to glare at the street far down below.
"Thomas, what happened? Who shot you?"
Still no answer, he didn't move an inch as she stared at him in the dull light. Normally Thomas wouldn't have had a second thought about being shot, it would heal quickly enough so his wife doubted that was what had gotten the former Nazi into such a mood. Green eyes raked up and down him as she finally stood and set her glass of water down on the small table beside the lamp. No, whatever had gotten to him had to have been far more important than a gunshot.
"Thomas, please tell me what's wrong. Maybe I can help. Is it Setrakian?" She said as she approached and reached a hand up to rest on his shoulder. "Or maybe you could just hold the baby and I for a while."
With violent speed Thomas spun around and smacked her hand away as if it had some kind of infection. His eyes darkened even through the contact lenses as his face turned to pure rage.
"The baby probably doesn't even exist! So shut up!"
Why would he say something so cruel? Why would he-? The pain in her heart was like a dagger plunged deep, the first sniffle caught her off guard but by the time the tears really started to fall the sharp pang of agony had settled into a dull ache. Before she knew it she'd charged out of the living room, straight up the grand staircase and into their bedroom where she tossed herself down on the bed to cry. Vivika grabbed hold of her pillow and tugged it close to her chest as tears turned it damp.
A few minutes passed before the sound of footsteps reached her, controlled steps which ascended up to the bedroom. Vivika didn't look over her shoulder towards the door, didn't want to look at him. Thomas sighed as he slipped off his torn jacket and lay down on the bed beside her, pressed his chest to her back so his arms could wrap around her. Vivika tried to shove him away, wriggle out of his grasp but resistance was futile, Thomas was far too strong for Vivika to free herself from. Her struggling continued for a moment until, finally, she just caved and lay there limply in his arms.
"I'm sorry, meine liebe, I didn't mean to hurt or snap at you." Thomas pressed a kiss to her cheek. "I'm just stressed. Our Lord made it clear that I have become too easily defeated as of late, too ready to accept failure." He tightened his hold on her. "Forgive me, liebling. I'd expected you to be asleep already, thought I could just change my suit and leave. I had not intended for my anger to be taken out on you. Forgive me?"
It took her a moment but when Thomas rested his remaining hand atop her flat stomach Vivika gave in. She rolled over stared up at him with those stunning green eyes which still shined with partially shed tears.
"There is a baby, Thomas, I can feel it, I feel it in my heart." She wiped the last of the tears away from her eyes. "Please don't say such cruel things."
"I won't." He vowed quietly then leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Everything will be calmer when this is all complete. When The Master dominates all and no human rebellion remains."
The Strigoi rolled onto his back and brought his wife with him to hold her to his chest. Thomas knew that if anyone else had said what he had then Vivika would have cut them to ribbons, but since it had come from him she'd melted into sorrow. The Master's right hand needed to find that bomb, needed to put down the damn Jew, but this was his wife and he'd make time for her.
Silence ruled over their bedroom for a long time, they just let themselves linger in the quietude. Vivika basked in his touch, always did, in her warped mind this was the perfect family. In all honesty he'd expected things to be thrown at him as well as angry words but instead she'd quickly given in to his touch, probably because she'd felt so deprived of it as of late; obviously that had worked in his favor for once.
"What will it be like?" Her gentle, almost lyrical, almost lyrical voice broke through the silence and got a raised – and very fake – eyebrow from him. "What will it be like when we have taken over this world properly and humans know their place as cattle?"
With a tiny smile he pressed a kiss to the top of her head; Vivika's hair smelt of coconuts.
"You have always hated the humans far more than any Strigoi, haven't you." Another kiss. "I've seen you cut and slash, destroy them at every available opportunity." Next thing he knew he'd forced her onto her back so he could loom over her in the darkness; both hands pinned above her head by the forearm which missed its hand. He delighted in the tiny gasp which escaped her lips. "The sight of you covered in blood … it's wonderful. The scent of you wet for me-"
Vivika cut him off abruptly for a harsh kiss, a clash of teeth and tongue which had Vivika purring in seconds. So fickle, his mind mumbled. Vivika's moods could change faster than the weather in England. Misery to anger to lust all in the space of little more than a few minutes. Such a wanton harlot, he adored it.
It hardly took him a second to force her legs apart and rip her panties away, yes he could have just pushed them aside or slipped them down her firm thighs but no, Thomas had suffered a bad couple of days, had yelled at his wife and now he was pissed off. This wouldn't be soft or loving – not that they ever really were – this would be forceful just like he wanted. The scrap of fabric formerly known as Vivika's underwear was discarded somewhere off the side of the bed while she tugged the skirt of her red dress up exposing herself to her monster of a husband.
"Such a whore." Thomas whispered against her cheek while the fingers of his remaining hand crept between her legs to tease her wet heat.
"You're whore." She corrected a little breathlessly.
Her body yearned for his touch, always did, Thomas was the only man, Strigoi, monster, Vivika ever craved.
He sucked the scent of her skin deep into his lungs, that lightly perfumed scent mixed with her dripping desire for him. Gods she smelt so good.
"Such a perfect whore for me." His voice was little more than a purr at the shell of her ear.
Vivika let out the most perfect of little mews as her knees were bent to put her body on display to him. Sometimes Thomas thought about placing her entirely naked amongst the other priceless works in an art gallery.
"Such a good girl for me." He murmured against her neck, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to the spot where her neck met her clavicle. Fingers between her legs between her legs showing their sinful kill as they rubbed circles at her clit and coaxed a gasp from her; and when her hips started trying to grind against the circular motions he was making, the Strigoi made a little bit of a harder thrust, just a tease which had her moaning for him. From there, the pace of his thrusts began to pick up. "My little whore." He growled.
Vivika's head fell backwards against the pillows as her hands shot up to grip the lapels of his damaged suit in a vice-like grip only to then haul him down for bruising kiss after violent kiss; each one hot, passionate and above all demanding. Then it all stopped, ground to a sudden halt. Thomas froze in place, his fingers stilled inside her, his lips ceased returning her kisses.
"... Thomas?" She questioned only to notice his eyes had turned red and everything made sense. "Ah, The Master is talking to you."
With that she fell back against the pillows a little disappointedly. It was like having a statue between her legs. Vivika sighed.
"I speak with you as well." The Master's voice suddenly slipped from her husband's mouth and red eyes focused on her.
"Of course, Master, anything you need." Vivika said quickly to hide her irritation in having been interrupted.
"The nuclear weapon is at our gates, Vivika, it must not be allowed to cross the river." It was odd having The Master atop her like this, to hear his voice leave her husband's mouth while it was stained by her red lipstick. "Thomas is attempting to locate the device though I would prefer we remove their ability to move the bomb."
Vivika nodded as she thought for a moment. "Easiest thing would be to bomb the bridges. I'll have Sanjay look into it, he can make himself useful."
"Good. Whatever it takes to prevent the device reaching the city."
Something happened then, Vivika shifted, it was hardly a true movement but it brushed Thomas' fingers against her sopping core and forced a whimper from Vivika's blood-red lips. The semi-immortal clamped her mouth shut quickly but it was too late, her Lord had noticed. Red eyes peered downwards to Thomas' remaining hand plunged between her thighs as if regarding a newly discovered animal.
"What would you do were I to continue in Thomas' place?" The Master suddenly asked without even sparing her a glance, just stared at the way Thomas' fingers glistened. "To pin you down and use you as he would?"
He'd questioned her similarly once before, long ago when she'd first met him. Vivika didn't want this but she doubted he'd approve of her rudeness if she just said that.
"I'd do nothing." She responded quietly which got a surprised head tilt from The Master. "You are my Lord and I am yours to do with as you please. Touch me all you want, Master, but you are not my Thomas. I have given you all that I am and vowed to serve you, but you cannot have my heart, that is Thomas'. Like I said, if it pleases you then touch me."
The Master nodded slowly. "Good. It is a unique skill to be fully loyal to more than one without causing conflict. You are the only non-Strigoi I have ever believed fully loyal, you should be proud of that, Vivika." A pause, short and hardly there. "I return your husband to you now."
The red eyes faded as Vivika cupped Thomas' cheek lovingly; a soft smile settled on her lips.
"There you are." Wife leaned in to kiss husband but all she got was a deep growl from the very back of his throat. "What's wrong?"
Thomas' handless arm released her hands and instead pressed against her throat, not enough to cut off the air, but certainly enough to sting.
"Even- even though it was our Lord and it's still my hand-" The German cut himself off with a deep sigh, but Vivika kept her dazzling green eyes on him until he finally continued. "I don't like the idea of anyone else being inside you."
The raven-haired beauty chuckled softly to herself for a moment before she leaned in for a quick kiss, then, with more speed than she should have been capable of, Vivika yanked her dress over her head, tossed it away and cast away her bra to leave her naked before him while Thomas remained fully dressed over his wife.
"Silly man." Kiss, just a peck. "Don't you know by now?" Another kiss. "You've ruined me for any other man. Not Sanjay with his pretty face and shining eyes, not the Ukrainian with his height and broad shoulders, not even our Lord and Master. You've ruined me and in all honesty I think you're the only one who can make me cum any longer."
She reached down to where his fingers remained still inside her to coax them back to life. Vivika purred.
"Please, Thomas, your wife needs you."
Oh how could he say no to that? To his gorgeous wife. With a dirty smirk Thomas took back his long, talented fingers to lick away her juices. Vivika always tasted so divine, heavenly even; ironic for someone so firmly planted in the darkness.
Thomas opened his mouth slightly, just enough for Vivika to spy his stinger as it lingered inside his throat. Vivika bit her lip and her breaths came faster. Thomas watched her triumphantly as the stinger slipped out to play. The long appendage slowly caressed her leg, wrapped around her plump thigh and teased her most intimate of places. Silently he first rubbed at the outside of her labia before the stinger slipped past to caress her inner folds until she started to shiver. His hand – sticky from her juices - slithered across her toned stomach and up along the pale skin of her sides until Thomas found the soft mound of her left breast. Thomas' stinger teased and tormented her just to make her writhe hopelessly in his hold.
Vivika moaned as her husband's stinger plunged deep inside her hot body. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she latched onto his cheeks to seek out more kisses. She strained to expose her neck to him, to make herself vulnerable to her unwavering husband.
"Please!" Vivika begged though she wasn't entirely certain if it was for more pleasure or just for him to do with her as he pleased. "Thomas!"
Still fully clothed he thrust and twisted inside of Vivika at a fast rhythm. Her heart thundered inside her chest as he thrust even deeper inside of her slender body. Thomas' thumb teased her pert nipple while her legs spread wider invitingly and she practically bit through her lower lip.
"Thomas." She breathed.
Vivika's hips bucked as her climax came into view, that blissful horizon which Thomas delighted in carrying her to. She felt it build inside her like water pressing against a dam, each deep thrust forced her closer to screaming out her name. The raven-haired beauty longed to hear him berate her as he usually did, longed to hear him call her his 'little whore' or his 'wanton harlot' anything as long as he started the sentence with 'my', as long as he made it clear she belonged to him and always would.
Thomas' eyes watched his bride intently as her breathing grew heavy and desperate, as her hips bucked and begged for him. Meine liebling, muttered his mind as the worms swirled around in a ball. She was close, he could feel it, taste it. The way her breaths made her generous breasts rise and fall before him had Thomas desperate to make her cum, to have her blood flood with all the things that made Vivika taste divine.
So close, he knew it, so close. Her nails dug deep into his suit clad shoulders like talons. Her walls quivered around Thomas' stinger as her purrs, mews, gasps and delectable little whimpers. It wouldn't be long now, not long at all until he got to hear his name screamed out in her lyrical voice. So close, almost there, almost.
"Thomas!"
That was it, his wife's ecstasy. Her walls clamped down around his stinger as her wanton cries rang out through the penthouse. Only when Vivika's body stopped convulsing did Thomas pull his stinger free to latch on to her neck. There he took in her life force, the sweet nectar that was his wife's enhanced blood. Each drop was more wonderful than the last, so many endorphins and chemical boosts post orgasm that sometimes Thomas struggled to release her. However then there was something else and he returned his stinger to his throat.
Thomas stared at his beloved a moment, her eyes were closed as she continued to breath heavily. So delightful, always perfect.
"... what's wrong?" Vivika eventually managed to ask once her eyes fluttered open.
He wiped away a drop of blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb. "It's nothing, just … you taste different."
That had Vivika's eyes open in seconds and she pushed herself up a little to look at him with concerned eyes.
"What do you mean 'different'?" Vivika wiped at her neck though she'd find a scrap of blood but, of course, her flesh had already healed. "You know the White changed my blood, you should be used to that by now."
Even though there was no blood on her hand Vivika brought her fingers up to sniff them anyway, she just smelt the light scent of her perfume.
"It isn't that." He responded quickly. "It's a chemical change, faint like an after note of flavor in that first slip of wine."
Vivika breathed out a small laugh. "Well at least it's a poetic change."
"Hormonal, that's what it is. It's a shift in hormone levels." Said the German before he turned his blue contact lenses down to his sweet bride. After a pause Thomas rested a large hand on her flat stomach. "My love, I think you are actually pregnant."
Vivika's eyes widened blissfully and in seconds she had her arms wrapped tightly around his neck so she could scramble into his lap, her knees tucked up against her chest which forced Thomas to quickly snare her in his arms to keep his bride from slipping.
For a long time they didn't speak, Vivika just basked in her husband's loving embrace. Thomas stared down at her where she'd buried her face in his chest and tilted his head. To think, this had all started because he'd yelled at her about a non-existent baby and yet they'd ended up here; the flavor of her blood didn't lie.
He'd have liked to stay there with her, liked to hold her, but the former Nazi had so much work to attend to; that bomb could not reach the city.
"I must leave, liebling." Vivika gripped him tighter, a clear indication that her answer was a definite 'no'. "I only returned home so I could change into a clean suit, though if you are not too sleepy you are welcome to join me for a quick shower." Thomas pressed a kiss to the top of her head lovingly. "I'll even make you cum again, my beautiful wife."
The Strigoi delighted in the way Vivika's polished emeralds glanced upwards to sparkle at him; such beautiful and perfect eyes.
"Only if you carry me."
Oh, Thomas didn't have a single problem with that, in fact he'd take pride in it. Without a word the German lifted his naked bride up into his arms and took her into the bathroom where he set Vivika down on the tiled shower floor and switched on the water.
Vivika wetted her long, raven hair while Thomas vanished at full speed to shed his prosthetics and wig. She quietly ran shampoo through her hair cleaning away the day and replacing it with the soft scent of coconuts.
She'd just washed the last of her body wash from her pale skin when she found herself pressed against the tiles, a quick gust of cool air followed him in. Oh she adored it when he pinned her to things. The first time they'd met he'd kept his distance to some extent although the second, the second time he'd held her harshly against that brick wall and made sure it hurt; ah, happy memories.
Thomas kept his word and made his wife climax again just as promised. As a Strigoi he possessed no genitalia and thanks to the fucking bitch known as Dutch Velders he'd lost a hand as well, despite all that her darling Thomas was still the best sex she'd ever had. It didn't matter how many time he called her his whore or his wanton harlot because in the end he was hers.
"I lay a dress out for you." Said Thomas with a kiss. "Get a few hours sleep and then meet me at the facility." Another quick kiss.
"I do need to speak with Sanjay anyway. Eight sound all right?"
Thomas gave her one of those little micro-smile of his. "I'm not working to an exact clock, liebling, but yes, eight o'clock sounds acceptable."
Carefully Thomas set his hellcat of a wife down on shaky legs as water continued to cascade down her back. With his remaining hand he cupped her soft cheek and brought her upwards for another kiss.
"Wear the black lipstick for me, I like the way it shows off your eyes."
Vivika chuckled. "Anything for you, husband."
Pleased, he returned to the shower where he scrubbed at his cheeks and forehead to remove the patches of make-up which still clung to his skin. With a smirk Vivika pressed a kiss to her husband's back and together they finished their shower.