Title: We Were Born To Die
Raiting: M
Disclaimer: 18+ This story depicts descriptive sexual acts and may contain adult content not suitable for most adults.
A/N: To ensure the progression of this story and to simplify and condense such long chapters I've gone back and reformated my story. I would like to apologize for the massive spam of alerts on my part for the reboot of this story. To clear any confusion what was previously "Shoot and Ladders" Chapter 14 is now Chapter 45 & 46. Any updates after that will be the continual of the tale of Tate and Nira. (Reviews Are Always Appreciated)
She laid there naked, helpless under the move of his hand. His blood soaked hands left a wet trail down her tight stomach, over her protruding hip bone, and down her thighs, urging her to spread more from him. The wetness glistened between her legs and down her thigh from the reflection from the moon light that spilled through her window. She purred out his name as she moaned against her will, the pull she felt for him, forcing her to submit and take whatever he was going to do to her.
Her breath caught in her throat when she felt the contact of his hand pull away. Her eyes hazily opened to see why he stopped, soon to open in surprise as she felt his hand tighten around her throat. She starred deep in his eyes, her look screaming more in defiance then fear. Tate loosened his grip on her neck, bringing it up to her mouth, tracing the soft delicate pink lips that parted at the feel of his fingers, almost on command.
He slipped it into her mouth, the taste of copper from the blood and sweetness of her wetness filled her mouth, it was an intoxicating taste. Her body was screaming for him, his touch, his control, his very being. She could feel the house come alive with utter acceptance of the pairing, almost as if it was planned in the stars long before they ever became part of the living. It was the slightest of touches, barley a brush of his knuckles on her hot tender flesh that made her come undone. The orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave, her body thrashed beneath him, his name escaping her lips over and over in a helpless prayer. She lost to the pleasure he ignited inside her.
Nira woke in a start, body coated in sweat, her pussy still tingling from the aftermath of her orgasm. She looked around almost expecting to see Tate standing there laughing at her, but she was alone. Her body hot, her face flushed and her nerves sensitive. She didn't know how but she knew Tate was here and had done this to her.
Tate didn't know how he got into the house, or why he was naked in his old room. But before him was the stretched out naked perfection of the girl that was to be his, for eternity. Her long blonde hair laid layered across her pillow, her lips slightly parted, chest moving up and down in the hypnotic trance of sleep. The voices were right, her breasts would fit perfectly in his hands. He stepped forward towards the bed, most people would be taken back from making advances on someone who was in the helpless state of sleep, but Tate wasn't most people. And nothing would stop Tate from doing or taking what he wanted, what he deserved and was his to begin with.
When he went to reach out for her he saw the blood that glistened in contrast to his pale white skin, he didn't even hesitate he went right for her. He cupped her breast and tweaked the pink little bud with his fingers, then began rubbing his palm against it to feel it harden more. He felt her stir awake under the feel of his hands, she didn't fight. No protest or scream, just the natural instincts to push herself more into his hand. He traced his fingers down her stomach, watching the blood trail along her snow white skin.
He didn't expect her to just submit like this, it was almost disappointing. Her constant moaning and whimpering of his name however was not disappointing. "Choke her, she'll like it." The voices brought out the worst in Tate, he wanted to do what they said, embrace who he really was. Looking down at this vision erotic torture he was inflicting on this unsuspecting girl made him terrified. To loose her? Scare her away even, he couldn't handle the rejection of her not excepting the real him.
He pulled his hand away from the wetness that had spilled on her leg. His cock began to throb at the thought of her dripping wet pussy wrapped around his hard, aching cock. But first things first, he had to test the water. Just how far could he push things with her. He reached up and wrapped his fingers around her slim neck. He could break it with the slightest of ease. Her eyes shot open wide and looked at him. Here it comes, the fear and terror that will take over her, he thought to himself. But what he saw was the opposite of what he expected, she looked mad, yet aroused. She liked him choking her.
He smirked something evil and brought his fingers up to her lips. "Suck my fingers like you would my cock." He silently demanded in his head, but after he said it she did as she was told. Taking his finger into his mouth, sucking the blood and wetness from them like a champ. He fought back the impulse to take her then, force her to take all of him inside her at once. She deserved a reward he thought, she has been a good submissive little girl. He took his knuckle and gently brushed it against her clit, he had expected to excite her but not to send her completely over the edge with the slightest of ease.
This was the second time that night she unconsciously allowed him to get the upper hand. He had to shut his eyes and fight to regain composure from the sound of her screaming orgasm, the sound of her saying his name over and over. Then silence, he opened his eyes to find himself laying in the backyard of his old childhood home.