Third
Why did Kanato have to hide her bag in the same place Laito was reciting what sounded like a romantic sonnet? He could have picked anywhere else, even the other side of the roof, but he had decided to put it where Yui would overhear Laito.
Now there she was with Laito's hand tight around her throat.
"I think you need to be punished," he murmured affectionately.
He jerked her back against the door to the stairs so sharply that she dropped her bag.
"Where do you want it, Bitch-chan?" he asked as he hitched a leg between her thighs, voice soft and sensual. "Shall I guess where you're most sensitive?"
Yui couldn't speak—she could barely breathe enough to stay conscious—so all she could do was look at him pleadingly.
The look only seemed to encourage him.
"We creatures of the night become particularly thirsty under the full moon," Laito told her. "We become so terribly thirsty that we're driven mad with need."
He let his hand slip down as he leaned in close to her.
"Stop," Yui said quickly. She inhaled sharply when she felt his tongue run up her neck.
It was with gentle fingers that Laito shifted Yui's hair away from one side of her neck. "I don't know if it's the moon," he said, "but I'm already getting excited."
His hands were gentle, yes, but the bite that followed was by far the most intense one she had felt yet. It was hot, excruciatingly painful, and unbearably euphoric. He dug in so deep so fast that she couldn't even cry out. Her voice froze in her throat.
Laito barely took any blood, though, before he straightened up. The look on his face was one of bewilderment.
"It couldn't be," he muttered, more to himself than to her.
Yui didn't want to stick around to find out what he was talking about. She turned and tried to open the door, but Laito grabbed her wrists, crossed her arms over her chest, and held them there with one arm wrapped firmly around her from behind.
"I'm not done with you, Bitch-chan," Laito sweetly whispered in her ear, making her shiver.
He shifted her hair out of his way, gentle as before, and bit her again, but much harder. Yui opened her mouth to scream, but no sound came out. When she tried to squirm away, Laito tightened his arm to the point that she thought he was going to break her ribcage. She was going to lose her mind if he kept this up.
He lifted his head a bit and let out a pleased sigh. "Your blood is turning me on," he told her.
Yui gulped dryly. "Laito, please let me go. Don't do this."
"Oh?" Laito questioned, breathing in her ear. He pressed his palm against her thigh and trail up until he reached her underwear. Instead of removing them, he just slipped his fingers into them and started playing with her clitoris.
"Please," Yui pleaded breathlessly.
He needed to stop doing that. It felt too good and there was no pain to counterbalance it, make it less enjoyable. She needed him to stop.
"You like that, huh?" Laito murmured.
"No," Yui tried to deny, but her heartrate had picked up enough to keep her from putting any force in her voice.
Laito bit her again, this time more into her shoulder than her neck. She cried out and moaned throatily, starting to feel dizzy. Laito moved the arm he had been squeezing her with, but she didn't try to move. What he was doing with his fingers made her legs tremble. It was all she could do to keep herself from collapsing.
Yui didn't actually notice what Laito was doing until his fingers stopped moving. She had been close to an orgasm. She almost protested—almost—and she was horrified at herself for feeling the impulse.
Laito slipped his hand back out of her underwear, only to move aside the part that was in his way—which was thoroughly soaked—and lift her skirt up. He shoved himself inside her without warning, and dug his fangs and manhood in deeper at her surprised scream.
It was an uncomfortable position. Even on the tips of her toes, Yui's legs were only just long enough to allow it.
Laito hummed pleasantly and took a couple more sips of her blood before he lifted his head.
"Bitch-chan," he murmured, lips on her earlobe, "reach out and put your hands on the door."
Yui had kept her arms clamped over her chest, and they were stiff when she unfolded and extended them. With them out of the way, Laito slid one hand around to grope her breasts, though he didn't try to get his hand under her shirt. He got a firm, almost painfully tight grip on her hip and then started thrusting.
He didn't seem to care how much or how loudly Yui cried out. In fact, the louder she was, the more excited he seemed to get. He soon left her breasts if favor or holding her other hip, making it easier to keep her in place and go at her harder and faster.
The pressure built up fast and broke fast, but Laito didn't stop. Even with her vaginal walls convulsing around him and her pleas for him to stop if only for a few seconds, he kept going. After her second orgasm, she started crying from the overwhelming release. Her legs gave out on her, but that didn't bother Laito much. He just sank down to his knees, guiding her along with him, and started thrusting again.
"Sluts like you need more stamina, Bitch-chan," Laito told her, breathless and amused. "Well, we're going to have a lot of time to work on it."
Yui only half paid attention to his mocking words and insults. What little ability she had to still think was trying to figure out how he could keep this up for so long. And how long had it been? Was there even anyone left in the school?
Laito's hand came down hard on Yui's buttock, inciting a surprised yelp.
"That's right," he said, "keep screaming."
Yui noticed then that she could see Laito's face reflected in the glass. He looked tired and irritated and downright gleeful all at once. He picked up the pace and the force of his thrusts and slapped her backside again, getting another yelp from her.
Finally, after a few more thrusts, Laito tensed up and came to a rough stop. Yui could feel him twitching inside her. She knew he had orgasmed and hoped he was done. She didn't think she could take more.
Yui barely had time to catch her breath before Laito slipped out of her. He fixed his pants back into place before standing, and he pulled Yui up with him by her wrist, unperturbed by her obviously unsteady legs.
All Yui had to do was adjust her underwear, which were damp and cold and uncomfortable, and tug her skirt down a bit. If anyone came up to the roof, they would have no idea what had just happened unless they noticed how sweaty Yui and Laito were.
Laito hummed, pleasant and contemplative. "I wonder what I should do to you next."
Yui shoved him away and ran back into the school, willing her tired legs to keep moving and trying desperately not to fall.
–
Yui was almost surprised to wake up on her bed. The last thing she remembered was running away from Laito and she had somehow managed to get to the town.
Just when she thought she might be able to get away, Laito had taken that hope from her. How did he get her father's cellphone?
She remembered that Laito's father had appeared on one of the street flat screens. She remembered that it distracted Laito, that he said something about hating his father, but then…nothing. Had he knocked her out? Why do that if he was just going to bring her back to the mansion and leave her in her bedroom?
"What happened to me?" she questioned as she shoved herself into a sitting position.
She felt something slide out of her pocket—her rosary. A present from her father that symbolized their faith in God.
She needed God right now.
Determined, Yui got up and made her way to the front door as quickly as she could without making any loud noises. She was surprised, really, that she even got to the stairs without Ayato appearing out of nowhere with demands for blood and…other things…
Maybe he was out. Maybe they were all out.
She tested the front door as soon as she got to it.
"It isn't locked?" she murmured to herself.
She was sure she would have to figure out how to unlock it, and that it would be a hard problem to solve. After all, she couldn't see any locks on it anywhere, even on the handles. She didn't know how it locked at all, but it was the only exit from the house she knew of, aside from the windows that never seemed to open. Her Plan B had been to make a rope out of her bed's curtains and climb down from the balcony.
Thank God that wasn't necessary.
She ran out of the house and didn't stop running until she reached the small, neglected, yet still incredibly beautiful church that sat on the property.
At least, she thought it was neglected.
Upon entering the old, stone structure, she noticed the scent of fresh roses. There were several bunches of them around the altar and someone had taken the time to pluck hundreds of petals to pile in the center of it.
The fact that she wasn't the only worshiper in the area was heartening.
She approached the altar and clasped her hands together.
"Dear God," she murmured, "is this another ordeal you have seen fit to give me? Is my father alive and well?"
"I wouldn't bother asking God. You won't get a response."
Yui looked up and turned, only to see Laito at the other end of the hall.
"Good morning, Bitch-chan," he said pleasantly.
She didn't think a vampire would follow her into a church, but then again, they weren't bothered by her rosary.
"How did you know I was here?" Yui asked.
Her voice sounded calmer than she felt. The church didn't seem to affect Laito, but maybe it made her stronger somehow. Perhaps it was God giving her strength.
"Don't you remember?" Laito asked, and he started walking toward her. "I know everything there is to know about you, so you really should stop trying to run from me."
Yui gulped dryly, remembering how shocked and despaired she was to hear his voice coming from her father's cellphone. If he could get that, then maybe he really did know everything there was to know.
If that was so…
Laito kept getting closer, but Yui held her ground and she asked, "Do you know something about my father?"
"Who cares about stuff like that?" Laito dismissed.
He reached her, then, next to the altar. Before she could decide which way would be the smartest direction to run, he grabbed her and pulled her flush against himself. It was an almost affectionate move, but the look on his face didn't change. He looked down at her like a snake with a bird in its coils, watching patiently as it squeezed the life out of that bird.
"I'm here to expose you for what you really are," he murmured.
He leaned his head down toward her neck.
Now free of his eyes, which had been keeping her frozen and unable to even blink, Yui was able to remember that she needed to resist. She started to struggle and tried to push him away.
"Stop it!" she commanded.
Laito acted as if she had said nothing.
"Help me!" she pleaded, struggling harder. "Anybody! God!"
She felt a fang scrape her neck, but before Laito could pierce her, something surged through her. It gave her enough strength to push Laito away a few feet, though his grip on her had been almost painfully tight.
Laito seemed as surprised as Yui. He staggered back and his hat even fell off. Yui almost expected him to be angry, but he just laughed as he straightened up and brushed his hair out of his face.
"Don't waste your breath praying," he advised. "God is nothing more than nonsense created by men."
"That isn't true," Yui stated firmly.
God was surely what gave her the strength to push him back.
A different kind of smile spread across Laito's face. It was excited and sadistic. It promised her something rough and drawn out.
"Well, look at that," he said, "you seriously believe in him? You think he'll help you if you believe? Are you stupid or naïve? Maybe you're both."
As he spoke, he approached her again.
Yui looked up at him, into his hot and cold eyes, and found that she once again couldn't move.
"Either way," Laito continued, "you're simpleminded. I find your innocence appealing, Bitch-chan."
The smile faded.
Laito grabbed her arm, grip so tight she almost thought her bone would snap clean in half.
"However," he said, "there is nothing to believe in and you need to do more than pray to accomplish anything."
Yui gritted her teeth and internally prepared herself for the worst.
"But I will still pray," she told him, "and I will still believe."
Rather than irritate him, her words put his usual smile back on his face.
"You're at your best today, Bitch-chan," he commented.
Laito grabbed Yui's other arm and he shoved her up onto the altar and down, flat on her back. He got up and over her, holding her wrists to keep her in place.
"I'm going to expose the lust that lurks inside of you," he decided.
No amount of struggling could loosen his grip.
"Now instruct me," he requested. "Would you like me to stop from the top or the bottom?"
Yui gave him a look of horror. "You can't do this in a church!"
"Are you angry?" Laito asked, sinking down.
His tone was sympathetic but his eyes were amused. It looked like he was coming down for a kiss, so Yui turned her face to the side. If she couldn't fight him off, she would at least refuse to let him kiss her.
"Your eyes are fascinating," he told her, sounding excited now. "Go ahead, it's cute."
Yui had no idea what he was talking about.
"You can get even angrier if you want," he went on. "You can even call me names, but no matter how hard you try, you're no match for me." He pulled her red bow off. "I'm not human, after all."
He squeezed the wrist he was still holding, sending shocks of pain all the way to her shoulder.
"I'll make you submit. You will be at my mercy."
He removed her white ribbon as well and started unbuttoning her blouse.
"I will see the places you've been too embarrassed to show anyone, and in the end, you will be mine."
Yui didn't know what he thought he was talking about. All else aside, two of his brothers had already seen everything without a care as to whether or not she wanted to show them.
"Stop it," she pleaded quietly as he lowered his lips to her breasts.
Laito pushed himself back up to hover over her at arm's length. He looked so pleased, and even had a light blush coloring his pale cheeks.
"I can't stand it," he said breathily, quiet but overjoyed. "Just the thought of it makes me…"
Yui glared at him. "I will never submit to you. Never!"
Maybe she couldn't fight him off, but she wouldn't become his slave. She wouldn't become his anything.
Laito laughed. "Look at you, acting so courageous. That's not bad. I like it." He leaned back further. "Now, let's see how much you can take in one day."
He lifted her leg up, knee bent, and started kissing her inner thigh.
That was new.
And pleasant.
Then the bite came.
Maybe it was just because Yui had never before been bitten there, but it seemed even more intense than his bites on her neck. She tossed her head back at the sensation and couldn't entirely restrain the scream that rose from the back of her throat.
"Does it hurt?" Laito asked, raising his head away from her thigh. "You poor thing. I'll make it hurt even more."
He wasn't even bothering to restrain her now, but Yui didn't have it in her to try to run. She wasn't sure she would even be able to put weight on the leg that Laito had just dug his fangs in to. She just gritted her teeth and tried to keep herself from crying. She was sure it would only make him even more excited and make this ordeal even better for him if she let him see her cry.
Laito, however, seemed determined to have the pleasure of her tears.
"I'm going to let you in on a secret," he said. "You were offered up to us as a sacrifice by the very church you have such faith in."
Yui blinked. She tilted her head up a bit to look at Laito with wide, horrified eyes. "You're lying."
"Then tell me who delivered you to us," Laito challenged.
Yui felt her heart racing. He was right. After her father was sent to Europe, his superiors had packed Yui into a car and that car took her right to the Sakamaki Mansion.
"That can't be," she rasped, trying to convince herself more than Laito.
A very pleased noise left Laito's lips.
"I love the look of despair on your face," he told her. "Now, let's enjoy ourselves more." He leaned down again. "Follow me down to Hell."
His lips were less than an inch from hers, but she didn't bother turning her face away from his. She didn't try to keep her tears from falling, either. She just stayed still, looking at the magnificent ceiling but not actually seeing it.
Instead of kissing her, Laito bit her neck. Perhaps her shock had something to do with it, but she barely noticed his fangs break her skin. Maybe she was just that used to it now. Maybe he didn't bite as hard this time. She didn't know, and at this point, she didn't really care.
She didn't even care when Laito pulled the collars of her blouse and blazer down to her elbows, then her bra down to her waist, leaving the upper half of her torso exposed.
Laito pushed himself up just a bit, licking some excess blood off his lips. "Your skin is so pale and pretty," he sighed, looking mostly at her breasts. "I just want to tear it all to pieces."
Yui didn't react—until he bit her breast, that is.
As soon as he sunk his fangs into the skin around her areola, he started sucking hard and she screamed. The pain and pleasure shot through her entire body like a bolt of lightning. His fangs had her nerves screaming, but the way his tongue played with her nipple was amazing.
It reminded her that she couldn't just go along with this.
"Let go!" she shouted, trying to squirm out from under him.
Her shirt and blazer acted as a restraint on her arms, though, making them useless. The rose petals were slippery and prevented her from getting much traction on the altar. He had her trapped.
Laito applied just a little more pressure and a little more suction to her breast for a moment before lifting himself up just enough to see her face.
"That's better," he said pleasantly. "For a moment there, I thought I'd broken you already. It's way too soon for that." He licked up a trail of blood leaking down the side of her breast. "Fight me as long as you can," he requested. "Resist until you're on the brink of death. If you give in quickly, I'll make you regret it."
Yui didn't know how to react to that. She had no intention of giving in, but she didn't want to do anything he wanted. Resistance was what he wanted, so how was she supposed to resist without him enjoying it?
Before she could come up with a solution, Laito shifted back and leaned down to her thigh again. Instead of biting it right away, he ran his tongue over the punctures that he had already inflicted her with. It sent a tingling sensation right up into Yui's womanhood, making her shiver and moan just a little.
He pushed Yui's skirt up and out of the way as he trailed his tongue up her thigh, kissing and playfully nibbling along the way. It wasn't until he nearly reached the top that he really bit into her again, which earned him another scream.
"No," Yui rasped as he dug deeper, "stop!"
She pulled her arms out of her sleeves and tried to push his head away. She even tried pulling his hair, but to no avail. All it did was put Laito in an even better mood. When he finally did lift his head again, he wore an expression of a depraved excitement that chilled Yui to the bone.
"Impatient, are we?" Laito questioned. "We have time, Bitch-chan. No need to rush."
Yui was too scared to ask about what he didn't want to rush through.
She didn't move when he lowered his head back down again. This time, instead of just pushing her underwear out of the way, he tugged sharply at the seams and broke the band. He then shoved the cloth down Yui's leg and left it to hang uselessly around her knee.
Laito went back to Yui's thighs at first. He bit the other one, sucked on it a bit, and traded off between them. After a few minutes, Yui's thighs were covered in bites and hickies and a consistent trickle of tears was silently falling from her eyes.
Then Laito ran his tongue up between her labia.
Yui was so startled that she jumped, suddenly aware that she had lied back down at some point and just took the bites as they came.
Laito chuckled at Yui's tearstained face and bewildered expression. She noticed that he was no longer wearing his coat or blazer. When had he discarded them to the floor?
"Why did you—"
She cut off when Laito pinched his lips over her clitoris and started sucking and running his tongue over it in circles. Yui's back arched from the pleasure and she clutched fistfuls of her clothes because she didn't know what else to do with her hands. Moans and soft, pleasured screams came from the back of Yui's throat and echoed off the church walls.
"Stop!" she pleaded, breathy and dizzy and hoping he would not stop. "Don't—not here—please, Laito, stop!"
Her pleas only seemed to egg him on, to somehow encourage him to swirl his tongue faster and suck harder, like he knew there was a voice inside Yui begging him to do so.
Less than a minute passed before Yui lost the capacity to force protests. She just let her body writhe on the altar as it wished, moaning and mewling and thinking about nothing but the orgasm building under Laito's tongue.
It was a bit different than the orgasms she'd experienced up to that point. It was less intense but more concentrated and lasted all the while Laito kept up his ministrations. When he finally stopped, Yui just stayed where she was, panting and hating herself for enjoying it as much as she did. In a church, no less.
"How was that, Bitch-chan?" Laito asked, wiping some glistening fluid off his chin.
All Yui offered him as an answer was a resentful glare and eyes full of shame.
"Liked it that much, huh?" he surmised.
He grabbed her right leg, flipped her over, pulled her hips up to his, and slammed himself into her before she could even catch up with the sudden change in position. She yelped at the intrusion and tried desperately to find something to grab, something to steady herself with, but there was nothing. The edge of the altar was out of her reach and the roses granted her no purchase.
In light of that, Yui decided to just hold herself up at arm's length, palms flat against the altar, and tried not to let herself slip on the petals.
Laito smacked Yui's backside. She yelped. When he smacked her a second and third time, all he got was meek whimpers.
"That's right," he grunted, thrusting into her fast and hard and keeping pace with her pounding heart. "Bitches whimper when they're in heat." He smacked her again, harder, making her cry out and whimper helplessly.
Laito managed to get a few more slaps in without breaking his pace, but then clamped his hand back around her hip so he could go at her even just a bit faster and harder.
Even with her backside stinging and her cervix being rapidly rammed into, Yui could feel another orgasm building. Each thrust sent her higher and higher and higher until she spilled over the top. Her arms gave out on her as soon as the fanning orgasm reached them, but she was at least able to keep her head from smacking down on the altar. It initially hit her wrist, but she found that letting her cheek rest against the cold stone helped her calm down faster after Laito shuddered to a halt, still inside her.
He let himself slide out of her after a couple seconds, and she collapsed entirely. She was so tired that she expected to fall asleep right there, on a bed of stone and rose petals.
Laito had other plans.
He leaned down, all but draped himself on top of her, and bit into the slope of her neck. He'd already sucked a lot of blood from her thighs, but she didn't have the energy to even utter a protest. When Laito got off of her, she was sure he would just leave her there. A part of her wanted him to—she just wanted him to get away from her—and a part of her didn't—she wasn't worthy of being in the house of God.
When Laito grabbed her ankles and tugged, she knew he wasn't done. After what happened earlier, she shouldn't have been surprised. She should have known he would keep going until she was entirely spent.
He pulled until her legs were over the side of the altar, leaving her stomach down on top of it. The edge of the stone dug into her flesh sharply and the cold surface made her nipples tingle.
"Please," she whispered, voice already sore. "No more…"
Laito hummed with amusement. "Tired already? That won't do."
He leaned over her, hips flush against hers, and bit her again, this time on the other side of her neck. She could feel that he was getting hard again already, and he got harder with each gulp of blood. He slid his hands under her to massage her breasts and tease her nipples, which seemed to stimulate him almost as much as it stimulated her. It wasn't long before he was ready to go again.
Instead of slamming back into her and continuing his assault, he slid in and thrusted languidly. He peppered kisses across her shoulder blades as he slowly pumped in and out, inciting pleasured hums from Yui's tired throat. She felt Laito's breath brush her skin as he sighed.
"Do you like this?" he murmured.
"Yes."
It was a quiet, barely audible answer that slipped out of Yui's mouth before she even realized what she had been asked.
Laito laughed. He squeezed her breasts, dug his nails painfully into them, shoved himself fully inside her, and laughed. His laughing drowned out the sound of her pained cry and pleas for mercy.
"Of course you like it," Laito said gleefully. "Any slut would." He pulled out of her and turned her over to her back. "And your 'God' knows it, too. You just admitted it right in front of him."
He slammed back into her, sharp and strong, holding her legs together and against himself to keep her in place.
"There's that despair again," he noted, pleased, looking with hooded eyes at Yui's wry expression. "You really know how to get me hot, don't you?"
She didn't have to endure it for long, at least. Laito came again within minutes, eyes on her face the entire time—they were they eyes of a snake that knew its prey was about to draw its last breath. After he came, he bit into her calf for a couple more mouthfuls of blood before pulling out of her.
He kept her legs up against him while he fixed his pants, perhaps able to tell that Yui was in no state to keep herself from sliding right off the altar. He pushed her a little more onto it so he could retrieve his blazer, coat, and hat and then picked her up once his clothes were all back in order. He didn't bother with her clothes or suggest she do something about them.
"God sees and hears all, so they say," he murmured lightly as he carried her back down the aisle, toward the door. "A pointless notion, don't you think, Bitch-chan? No one has been saved by their belief."
Yui had no response. She just closed her eyes, letting one more tear escape, and hoped that the next time she opened them, she would be alone.