Give Up
She ran her hands over the crimson flesh beneath hers hands. Black silk sheets rubbed against her sensitive skin while flickering torches illuminated the savagely grinning beast rising above her. "Where am I?" She asked aloud.
Your body remains with the foolish boy, but your mind has fled here to me, was the only answer she received before His lips came down to claim hers. He tasted of cinnamon and blood, spicy and potent. Pointed teeth tugged on her lips while His tongue overpowered her own.
A sharp pain blossomed between her thighs and she made to cry out, but His mouth moving so skillfully over her own swallowed the sound. The pain was swiftly fading to pleasure however and her hips rose off the bed to envelop him fully. A far off cry seemed to beg her to fight, but she ignored it.