"So...mouthwatering, I've never smelt anything so tempting! Ha! Chichi, why would you hide something so delicious?" Ayato sounded as he sauntered to the lone bed shrouded in darkness. Lisa's eyes snapped open, widening into the size of saucers as she heard her lover's unmistakable voice that resonated through the room. Her muscles tensing as she felt that instinct to attack him in a needy fit and she restrained herself willfully. Lisa curled her toes in an attempt to alleviate that strain that was being placed on her body and deter her train of thought.
She opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out, nothing could with how dry her throat felt. Lisa's ears perked upon hearing his footsteps, curling into herself as she felt his presence staking towards her- her nails dug into her sides as she barely hugged her knees to her chest.
Ayato was oblivious. He was solely worried about his own needs- like the narcissistic bastard he is.
"Oi! Chichi, why are you trying to cover yourself from Oresama's eyes"
Lisa grumbled a hoarse response, too low for even his ears to hear. Causing his brows to furrow.
"eh? What was that?"
"I said get the fuck out you idiot!" Lisa shouted, further penetrating her skin with her nails.
"Baka! Who the hell are you to talk to me like that?! Eh...is that blood?"
Lisa gasped as the bed dipped to the side, tilting her toward the male who forcefully spread her wrists apart, exposing her to him blatantly, a knee wedging itself between her legs, pressing into her.
"Ah!"
Lisa moaned at the contact, although it was accidental. Her back arched slightly, only assisting in Ayato's search for blood. He scowled seeing the claw marks that trailed from her sides to her midline horizontally. The skin red and irritated as dribbles of blood peeked through the open scratches.
"Who the hell gave you permission to do this to yourself? Only I can mark you!" Ayato shouted, his anger masking the concern that sprouted within him. Using his aggravation as a guide to motivate his actions.
"Ayato, please...don't, just...I-I can't, m-m-my bo-body-"
Ayato stared down at Lisa with cold eyes. His face held no smirk, no snarl, no glare. He just examined her. After a minute, Ayato fully climbed onto the be, positioning himself to nestle between her legs. His hands sliding from her wrists to her shoulders, and down to her clawed fleshed. before resting firmly on her hips. He took in her small whimpers and whines, pushing her hips deeper into the bed's plush before bending his head down to her abdomen. He watched her face as he bent down, her eyes were screwed shut in a desperate attempt to ignore him. Ayato smirked before the pink flesh of his tongue shot out to glide across the irritated skin of her stomach. Lisa took deep breaths of air, her chest heaving.
"I-I-I s-said NO!"
Without warning- she attacked. Her hands snapped the binds like rope, before shooting out to grip the red tresses of hair. She swapped positions looming over him menacingly with a snarl, her pupils, now, narrow slits, her canines elongated dangerously- yet she made no more advances. With deeply forced heaves, Lisa slowly rested her head on the chest of the red head, whose hands gripped her waist the second he was no longer in control.
"I-I'm S-s-s-sorry" She stuttered out, her hands running through his hair softly before one hand slid down from the side of his head, to his chest, where she rubbed soothing circles. Ayato was wide eyed with disbelief. Never had Lisa, ever, reacted to him so strongly, nearly ready to snap at his neck. Although anger bubbled within him, Ayato could feel it slowly dissipating with each stroke of her soft fingers. The tension and anxiety he felt during their separation seemed to roll of him in waves and he took in the sweet yet spicy scent of his lover. Her punishment would wait for another time.
Ayato could feel Lisa tremoring body, her gently touches began to falter as the minutes ticked by, his brows as he took in her low mewls of discomfort. The hand on his chest gripped his uniform desperately and her legs squeezed together in a desperate attempt to calm the pain.
"Oi, baka! Only Oresama can satisfy your needs- so let me do my job"
Ayato forced his weakened fiance onto his lap as he sat up.
His hands cupped her cheeks, and before the magenta haired female could respond, she was pulled into a passionate kiss. Lisa squeaked as fire practically erupted from the hot kiss, her sense going wild. Her eyes screwed shut instinctively, her hands flying to wrap around her vampire's neck with exuberance. Ayato smirked, knowing he had ultimately won with a simple kiss. Lisa loved kisses, something he did often in an attempt to tempt her. Just plant a good passionate one on her lips and she's all his...sometimes.
The green eyed male smirked as his hands slid from her face down her slim yet curvaceous figure appreciatively. Almost as if he was reacquainting himself with her body happily. His hands traveled down to her bottom, where he delivered a firm squeeze before scaling back up and resting firmly on her breasts. He could feel the shiver of delight that threatened to escape him as he cupped visible mounds of flesh, the thin sheet that used to cover them having slid down her body the second he lifted her up. He did, however, shiver with anticipation upon hearing the soft gasp and moan that slipped past his lover's lips, his green eyes began to illuminate menacingly in the dimly lit room as he continued to attack her lips and invade her mouth with his tongue- eating away at the delicious sounds his lover elicited. His hands began to work on her chest, massaging, kneading the mounds of soft tissue roughly yet in a calm manner, contradicting with the wild kiss he laid upon her lips.
Ayato felt like growling with satisfaction as he and his lover interacted. He broke the kiss softly, pulling away in his lust filled daze to bask in the feeling of her fingers curling the ends of his hair affectionately. He closed in once again, pushing her body backwards slightly, forcing her to reveal her bare, flawless neck to him, where he began to lay sensual love bites across the clear tanned skin. Enjoying the red marks that became prominent after each suck, bite, lick and kiss.
These love marks trailed across her collarbones, shoulders, neck and jawline. Ayato squeezed Lisa's breast as her reached the dip o her cleavage. His eyes fully focused as he, unnecessarily, push up the skin to prop her breasts up nicely. His tongue dipped into the small pocket of her cleavage, and slowly, Lisa began to wine into him- rocking her hip sensually as Ayato trailed his tongue across the inner side of her right breast, before taking control of the pink bud that poked out, and sucking with force. His eyes shut closed as he took in the feeling of his fiance. His right hand roughly attending to her left breast while his left hand guided her hips as he bucked into her to meet her movements midway.
Her moans, her cries- they were his fuel. The way the bed creaked, the way she gripped him desperately, and the, seemingly, challenge his brothers offered fed his hunger.
Yet it seemed insatiable.
Without truly noticing, he lunged at Lisa deeply, pushing her onto her back as his hips continued to dig into her, creating a rhythm of pumps, moans, and increasing desire. No one, not even his father, he decided, would stop him from claiming the female beneath him as his own.
Her legs hooked around his waist desperately as she rocked with him, the pain she felt earlier hadn't died down, it simply transtioned into something else- something more dangerous: want, need, desire.
Ayato pulled the thin sheet of coverage off Lisa's sweaty body in one swift movement before working on his pants smoothly as he continued to rock into her. Lisa pulled his face from her chest to press dotting kisses onto the line of his jaw, nipping at the skin playfully as her lip trailed to his neck, her tongue massaging the skin roughly as one hand teased the hem of his pants, cupping him through the fabric and kneading him tauntingly.
Ayato growled feeling the added pressure on his manhood, his breath going slightly rugged as her teeth dug into the flesh of his shoulder before sucking the same spot tenderly. Dipping his head into the nape of her neck, Ayato returned the favor, groaning lowly as his fangs punctured the heated skin and scorching blood pooled into his mouth.
He couldn't wait any longer. The feel of her soaked womanhood rocking into his painfully erected cock as her hand rubbed him teasingly through the fabric he desperately tried to pull down. The instant his pants were kicked off his being, Ayato gripped Lisa's hips, angling her body for a quick entry. As his boxers slid released his throbbing manhood, he took an, unknowing, moment to peer at Lisa's figure. Secretly admiring her beautiful features, and indulging in the fact that she was all his, and only his.
At this moment, he wanted nothing more than to be in her. He could feel a warm pressure building in his chest, and as Lisa let out a mewl of want, and his name passed her lips.
Ayato buried his full length into her hot, wet, awaiting core.
He claimed her, she's his. No other male nor female can touch her, speak to her, or feel for her in the way that he does. Lisa Haven is now and will forever be property of Ayato Sakamaki, or at least, that's how he saw it.
"Ngh, Ahaaaaaaa~!"
A feral like groan sounded from the male's body as he pulled out just before his seeds were released. He eyes screwed shut as Lisa curled around him, latching onto his form. The pain she felt before reducing to nothing more than a pinch. Her head buried in his neck as she purred softly, her hands raking through his soft, sweaty hair in content as she lost herself in his cool touch. Still amazed how cold his body temperature could be. With a light sigh, the magenta haired female placed a soft, dotting kiss onto the redhead's lips, and, for once, he was content with the small kiss.
Resting his head on Lisa's rising and falling chest, Ayato just sort of...admired her as she fell out of consciousness. Listening to her heart beat as she slept peacefully, pain no longer etched onto her features...for now.
After a few minutes, the Head triplet sigh heavily. Muttering angrily under his breath as he realized he had to cleanse both himself and Lisa or else Anastasia would know. As he peeled himself off of Lisa's warm body, something he was reluctant to do and struggled to accomplish, Ayato halted above her form, his fingers prodding lightly at the love bites that littered her neck and the self inflicted scratches he found on her abdomen earlier, before bending down to apply a soft, peck-like, kiss, lingering slightly before moving completely. Reminding Laito and Kanato, who seemed to be "done" as well, to cleanse their fiancés of their scent.