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Chapter 10:

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By morning the bloodstains on the bedsheet began to take shape in the dim light. Two splotches almost in the center of the bed and another near the pillow. Dried and dark, a deep rust color. The bedcovers had come off during the night and there was nothing to cover the stains nor the girl that slept beside them. She was sleeping on her side and her side was rising and falling with each soft breath. There was blood on her as well. On her neck and collar, a smear on one breast. I was laying on my side as well, opposite her with the blood stains between us, and I smiled at her in the growing light. Her skin and her lips were particularly pale and if not for her breathing she might've looked dead. I laid there for a long time, watching her, and after a while her eyes fluttered open. The first thing she saw was me in the dim morning light and slowly a sleepy smile bloomed on her ashen lips.

"Hey," she whispered.

I smiled back. "Hey."

For a long time neither of us wanted to move. We spoke in low voices, as if we were trying not to wake up some invisible third person in the bed with us, and after a while she mentioned she was cold. I fetched the covers from the floor and spread them over her and then I climbed in beside her and wrapped her up in my arms. She fell asleep again as I was speaking to her and woke a little while later and then slept again. I just smiled and held her. So soft. So warm. Something had changed last night. Something consummated. She had accepted my feelings and her acceptance seemed to amplify them. I hadn't known it was possible to love her even more than I already did. The magnitude of love I felt for her that morning as I held her sleeping body against mine was so powerful that it made all previous feelings seem like nothing at all.

Eventually she woke again and by then it was fully bright in the morning. She whispered to me and told me she had to pee and I kissed her and told her to go ahead. She got out of the bed and I smiled at her naked back and buttocks as she crossed the room to the door. At the door she turned back and smiled coyly and then she continued on to the bathroom. I was smiling as well and my eyes drifted to the bloodstains on the bed. They looked like they'd been left there by a virgin but Ms Swan had sacrificed so much more. Part of me still couldn't believe she had let me do it. Was it trust? Was it love? She had been reluctant to use that word love last night but what else could it be?

I heard the toilet flush and finally I got out of the bed and went to the bathroom. The girl had done her business and now she was brushing her teeth, naked at the sink. I smiled at her in the mirror. She smiled back with the toothbrush in her mouth and I came around behind her and wrapped my arms around her middle. In the mirror I could see the bite mark in her neck, a dried red scab. I looked at it for a minute and smiled and then I leaned and kissed it.

After she was finished brushing her teeth I set her down on the rim of the bathtub and opened up the firstaid kit we had bought. The wound wasn't bad but it cleaned it out and disinfected it and pressed a gauzepad to it. I was sitting beside her on the rim of the tub and she gazed into my eyes the entire time. Looking at me as if she had never seen me before. Or if perhaps she was seeing me properly at last. My own eyes kept flickering at hers and everything would trigger a jolt in my heart. Neither of us spoke very much while I was doing it and when I was done I closed the lid of the firstaid kit and latched it and then turned back to the girl and smiled and touched the gauzepad on her neck with my fingertips.

"There," I said. "You won't even need stiches."

The girl lifted her hand to touch the gauze as well and our fingers brushed and crackled with attraction. She was still looking into my eyes and she smiled as she spoke.

"I feel a lot better after last night," she said.

I tilted my head. "You do?"

She nodded brightly. "Yeah. Much better. For the first time, it feels like we might actually have a chance together. I never felt that before. I guess I never really believed that you…"

"That I what?"

Her smile went coy. "That you love me," she said. "I never thought you were even capable. But you do, don't you? You really love me."

My hand moved to cup her face. She used her own hand to hold it there and gaze into my eyes. I smiled and placed a kiss on her lips.

"With all my heart," I whispered.

She smiled. I smirked.

"And you?" I asked. "Do you love me?"

It was perhaps a little tactless to ask her outright but I was mostly just teasing. A blush came over her face and her dark and beautiful eyes began to sparkle. I could see the answer very clearly in them but she shrugged a naked shoulder uncertainly.

"I'm not sure," she said. "Maybe I do, but I'm not sure if I'm ready to say it. I think I just need a little more time to…"

"…get used to it?"

"Yeah," she said tentatively, as if she thought I might get angry.

But I smiled and pressed my lips to hers.

"Take all the time you need," I whispered into them. "I'll romance you to the end of the earth if that's what it takes."

A soft moan came out of her and she opened her mouth to receive my tongue. I gave it to her and wrapped her in my arms. Her soft breasts melded into mine and another moan came out of her. Her hand cupped my face and stroked it and then she broke the kiss for a moment to gaze into my eyes. I smiled at her.

"Thank you, Ms Swan," I said.

A smile appeared on her mouth. "For what?"

"For everything. Existing. But specifically, for last night. You were incredible. You can't imagine how happy you've made me."

Another blush came over her cheeks. Her smile was beaming.

"That's good," she said.

I chuckled at her coyness and lowered my hand from her cheek to her neck, touching the pad of gauze there and pouting slightly. "I only wish I didn't have to leave a mark on you," I said. "You're too perfect to be blemished so recklessly. Human bodies damage so easily, don't they?"

"Mine does," she said, and then smirked at me with her arms around my neck. "Good thing I like it, huh?"

I grinned and kissed her and she kissed back for a moment before pulling back with a grin of her own.

"Can we go out tonight?" she asked.

I smiled at her. "Out where?"

"Anywhere. Somewhere nice. Like a date. We've never been on a real date before. Not one that I actually agreed to, at least. Is it safe for me to show my face in public yet?"

I cupped the face she spoke of and smiled at it glowingly and said:

"We'll risk it."

Then I pulled her back into the kiss.

Another moan came out of her and I madeout with her for quite a while, there on the rim of the bathtub. Her proposal of a date made me even more ecstatic than her offer to let me feed from her. I couldn't explain why but it really did. The fact that she wanted to go on a date with me meant that she liked me. That she wanted to spend time with me. Even if she couldn't put it into words just yet, I could feel it in her kiss, her lips, her body itself; she wanted to love me and she was so close to letting it happen. All she required was a little time and a little dating.

Soon I had one of her little tits in my hand and she had one of mine in hers and after a while we were even rubbing between each other's thighs as we smiled into each other's mouths. Once we were both very wet we stood up from the rim of the bathtub and relocated to the shower were we madeout a little more under the water before clawing each other to a climax. The blood loss had made her a little woozy and after we were done in the shower she didn't object to being taken back to bed. I changed the sheets first, of course, and threw them in the hamper before spreading new ones on the bed and smoothing them down. She watched me the entire time, not taking her sparkling eyes off me for a single second, and she giggled as I picked her up and deposited her back down again on the bed. She let me into her arms and held me as I kissed her and I kissed her for a long time before moving lower to her breasts. I spent a long time on them as well, kissing them and stroking them and petting them like puppies, before I moved lower some more to her entrance. By now she was very wet and I sampled the moisture with my tongue from the edges of her entrance and them I licked firmer and deeper until finally I licked her into a climax.

Afterwards she had a nap and when she woke she smiled and kissed me and rolled me onto my back and went down on me. I climaxed with her tongue buried into my vagina and she stayed down there and licked me some more. She was laying facefirst between my legs and she smiled up at me as she licked her tongue over my entrance and then she closed her eyes and moaned and continued to lick me to a second climax. Even then she didn't stop. She stayed right there between my legs, kissing my pussy with gentle little kisses before beginning to lick again and lick some more. She spent over an hour doing it and I lost count of how many orgasms she gave me. It was magnificent. My supernatural lust could never be quenched but that only seemed to encourage her.

We had spent all day making love and by nightfall it was time to get dressed for our date. The girl wore a tiny black dress with black lace underwear beneath and she smiled as she put it on and mentioned that she had never worn a dress like this before. My own dress was red, naturally, and I told her she looked absolutely beautiful. She smiled and said thank you and it made me glow so much that she actually accepted my compliments now. I used to think nothing was nicer than making her angry but I was wrong. This was nicer. Making her happy.

The restaurant we made last minute reservations at was down by the bay. We had a table on the terrace outside that overlooked the ocean and the ocean was vast and black. A string of lights were laced pole to pole along the pier and there were small boats docked there. The air was cool and fresh and I could smell the girl's perfume as we crossed the terrace and took our seats. Most of the other tables were taken by couples as well but there wasn't a woman on the premises more beautiful than me aside from one: Ms Swan.

A waiter in a white jacket bought us water and offered us menus. The girl and I discussed the selection and once again I was overwhelmed with joy at the simple fact that she actually wanted to be here this time. She decided on the salmon and she ordered it with a smile. The dish came and a glass of wine as well and she smiled as she ate and talked about how good it was and gazed about at the lovely night.

I was smiling as well but the only thing I was gazing at was her. There was a lamp on the table and the uplight was soft and warm. Her face had regained its pallor since the morning and her lips were red with lipstick and her eyes were like dark orbs of gorgeousness in their patches of perfect eyeshadow. She used a knife and fork and she sat very straight with her shoulders set and she smiled every time she noticed me watching her. The dress she wore was stark black against her white skin and there was just the faintest swell of breasts from her neckline. I let my eyes drift over those pale mounds and lift again to her mouth as she popped the fork between her lips and then I just sighed.

"You look so beautiful tonight," I said for the perhaps tenth time that night.

Her smile brightened. "Thanks."

My own smile brightened as well at how she said thank you. I wondered if I would ever get used to that. She was enjoying the attention I gave her so much that she straightened her back even more primly and continued to eat with a ladylike elegance.

"I just wish you could eat too," she said. "It probably looks a little weird with you just sitting there."

I smirked at her. "I'll eat tonight."

"Eat what?"

"You," I said teasingly. "Your delicious little pussy."

She grinned and swallowed and waggled the fork at me admonishingly. "Stop it. It's already hard enough to eat with you eye-fucking me over there."

"I can't stop," I said, continuing to gaze at her longingly. "Last night you awakened my passion."

"Only last night? It wasn't awakened all this entire time?"

I shook my head and smiled and leaned with my elbows on the table to gaze at her with all the lusty intensity of a woman who'd been waiting five hundred years to find her. "No," I said. "Our relationship till now was but a brisk winter morn compared to the hot summer night you have in store for you now. My body positively aches for you. I think I might orgasm just from looking at you."

I wasn't even exaggerating very much. A soft moan came out of me and I squirmed slightly on the chair. My breasts were bunched between my arms as I leaned with my elbows on the table and those huge mounds were all but spilling out of my dress.

Ms Swan had stopped eating. Her eyes flickered at the bulge of my breasts and back to my face and she swallowed a lump in her throat with a smile.

"Well," she said. "If you really want, we could get out of here right now. I don't mind."

Temptation washed over me in a sweet and rolling wave but the temptation itself was enough. I smiled and shook my head and unleaned from the table.

"It's okay," I said, more than happy to let the anticipation build even further. "Finish your dinner. And have dessert as well. It has to be a proper date. I'll restrain myself, don't worry. Unless you'd enjoy to be ravished right here in the middle of this restaurant in front of everybody?"

She blushed and raised her eyebrows at that and then she looked around the terrace. There were waiters crossing between tables and women in dresses and men in suits. The sky above was a dark murk of overcast and the ocean was black like ink. She turned back to me with a twinkle in her eyes and I could see she'd had a similar mental picture to mine: her dress hiked up and her body spread on the table as I ate her for dessert while the rest of the restaurant looked on in consternation and horror. A smirked crossed her lips and she said:

"Actually…"

But I placed a hand over hers on the table and didn't let her finish. In all likelihood she would only be joking or flirting but I didn't know if I would be able to resist.

"Don't say it," I said with a warning smile.

She pouted playfully and looked me in the eye, as if wondering if she should tempt me anyway and then she pulled her hand away gently and resumed eating.

"But it's funny how you mentioned awakened passion," she said. "Because that's kind of how I feel. I feel so much differently than before last night. I feel like…"

She trailed off, smiling, as if she couldn't even find the words for it. I smiled at her curiously.

"Like what?" I asked.

A chuckle came out of her.

"I don't know," she said. "Happy, I guess."

I smiled at that. She certainly looked happy, here under the night sky in that black dress with her dark hair spilling all over her pale shoulders. She chuckled again and shook her head.

"I guess I'd forgotten what it felt like," she said.

I didn't answer for a moment. The girl had suffered quite a lot to get here and yet she said it without any sadness. As if she had already moved past it all and didn't particularly care anymore. Or perhaps as if she realized at last that she never particularly cared to begin with.

She had stopped eating and now she looked up at me with that same smile. I smiled as well.

"Do I make you happy?" I asked her.

"Yeah," she said, nodding. "You do."

"Thank you."

"But not just happy," she added with a giggle. "You make me feel something else."

I smirked and raised a brow. "Oh?"

She giggled again, a very coy giggle, and glanced about the terrace before turning back to me and leaning closer and lowering her voice. "It's something I can't really explain," she said. "But I think you know what I'm talking about. It's the same thing you feel for me."

"And what is that?"

She looked directly into my eyes and whispered:

"Passion."

That one word sent renewed throbs of want all over my body. I looked at her longingly, absorbing the look in her eyes. She smiled at me and looked down at her plate and then she looked about one more time at all the other couples who sat at tables before turning back to me and shuffling her chair around to my side.

The table was round and I had my back to the low brick parapet that ran the perimeter of the terrace. I smiled as she sidled up to my side and it occurred to me that the table itself now blocked our lower bodies from view. The girl smiled impishly and looked again to see if we were being watched and then she discreetly placed a hand on my thigh under the table.

I shivered.

Was she really going to do this? I grinned and looked across the terrace. A waiter was going by and everywhere at tables there were couples chatting and laughing, a low din of voice and violin music in the cool night air. The girl and I might've looked a little strange sitting side by side like that but there was nothing particularly untoward about it. I smiled at her and didn't speak. My gown had a slit in it up one leg and she had slipped her hand into the slit and she was now caressing my thigh.

I parted my legs slightly under the table and continued to stare at her, begging her with my eyes to do it. I smiled and finally touched her fingertips to the lace of my panties. I shivered again and almost melted all over the chair. Oh god. The girl smiled at my reaction and at the heavy lust all over my face and whispered to me gently:

"Victoria."

I moaned and stared at her. "Yes?"

"Nothing," she whispered playfully. "I just wanted to say your name."

I moaned again and her words turned me on almost more than her fingers. She was rubbing them by now, slowly and firmly. I looked again toward the rest of the restaurant but so far no one had seemed to notice this girl at my side who was all but leaning into my lap.

The girl pushed her fingers at me abruptly.

"Look at me," she said.

There was a tone of demand in her voice and my eyes swam back to hers in horny desperation. She smiled at the look in them and began rubbing harder, grating the fabric of my panties into my wet and helpless pussy. I moaned at her face and I was almost shocked at her command over my body. She was practically dominating me.

She returned the look in my eyes and continued to rub and then she gazed at my breathless lips as if she wanted to kiss them. I wanted her to kiss them too. The rest of the restaurant was beginning to fade away and all the voices and all the violins were drowned out until all I could hear was my breathing and my heartbeat. I moaned some more and she smirked at the urgency in those moans and looked at my lips without kissing them and rubbed me harder and harder until—

I came.

A struggled whimper came out of me and I almost fell off my chair from the force of supressing it. My panties were soaked and my thighs squeezed on her hand. My body was trembling and I really couldn't account for why it had been so intense. Because it was in public? Because she had been so assertive? It didn't matter. She was smiling at me and watching the pleasure pass over my face and I went to kiss her.

But she giggled and sidled away and shuffled her chair back over to her plate.

I pouted at her sadly, disappointed at missing out on a kiss. I didn't care if it was in public. All I wanted was one. People would've seen, but it was just a kiss. She seemed to have regained her propriety, however, and she smiled at me across the table and licked her fingers clean naughtily and then she took up her knife and fork again to resume eating.

"I think I'll have the mousse for dessert after dinner," she said conversationally. "What do you think?"

I sighed and didn't answer.

I was a little overwhelmed.

It took a while to regain my composure but soon dinner was proceeding as smoothly as before. The girl did in fact order the mousse and I watched her eat it the same way I watched her eat dinner, with loving attention as she spooned up small serves of that smooth chocolate and placed them into her mouth and closed her lips over the spoon. I was jealous of that spoon and getting horny again but this time it was a different kind of horniness. Something a little more aggressive. It provoked me how much she enjoyed that dessert so much. It wasn't exactly cheating but I didn't think it was unfair to feel that the only thing she should enjoy that much was my own body. She noticed the frustration on my face and smiled and licked the spoon with her tongue while gazing at my eyes.

What a vixen.

Once dinner was over we decided to walk home. It wasn't all that far and it was a lovely night. I inquired about her leg, but she said it was fine, and I held her hand as we clicked along the sidewalk in our heels, wrapped in our coats, strolling through the night. The date had been very successful and the girl had opened up a lot since we left the restaurant. With every passing minute she seemed to become more and more comfortable with her feelings. I did my best to encourage her with smiles and little flatteries and she giggled and blushed and shook her head playfully as we strolled along.

"Sometimes I still can't believe everything that's happened," she said.

I chuckled in agreement. "Nor I. After James died, I never thought I would love again. Then I met you and it turned out that I had never loved at all." I gave her a smile and a squeeze of her hand. "Until now."

She smiled as well. "I think I feel the same way."

"You never loved anyone till you loved me?" I asked with emphasis on the word love.

She blushed and looked away with a smile. She was so close to admitting it but she seemed to enjoy the reticence as well. It gave her something of a power over me and that power seemed to excite her. She glanced at me bashfully and evidently decided to hold onto her the hesitation for a little longer.

"I just meant that I've never felt this way about anyone before," she said. Then she chuckled to herself. "It's crazy, isn't it? Here I am with a woman who kidnapped me and kept me prisoner and I just couldn't be happier."

I chuckled as well. "In fairness, it was only kidnapping to begin with. Not anymore."

She giggled and swung our hands like a pendulum as we continued down the sidewalk. The street was clustered with rows of dark buildings on either side and everything was utterly silent under the dark night sky.

"I guess so," she said. "Too bad that part of our relationship is over, huh? I really had a lot of fun those days we spent in Port Angeles."

I smirked at her. "You did, did you?"

"Yeah," she confessed, another blush growing on her face. "I guess I can admit it now. I was embarrassed back then, but I'm not embarrassed anymore. Like when you handcuffed me in the closet and fingered me. You have no idea how hot that was. I was so fucking angry at you and yet…"

She trailed off with a sigh. I smiled at her and she smiled back.

"But I think my favorite was our very first time," she said. "That was when everything changed. When I came home from another boring day at school and found you laying on my bed. Completely naked. I had never been so scared and confused and turned on in my life. When you first started touching me, I thought…"

Again she trailed off, this time shaking her head. I stopped walking and turned to face her so that we could talk properly for a moment. I waited for her to finish the sentence and she shook her head again, her smile positively beaming.

"I don't even know what I thought," she said. "All I knew was that I really did want it."

Her face sobered softly, she looked up at me. I was waiting to see if she would say anything else, already mesmerized at these things she was admitting. She hesitated a second and then she spoke again.

"I liked when you raped me," she said, her voice serious and confessional. "I really did. I loved it. It was the best thing that ever happened to me. Is that wrong?"

My smile tilted into a smirk. "Yes. But there's nothing wrong with being wrong."

She chuckled at that and blushed and looked away before looking back at me again. "But it's not just that I liked being raped," she said. "It was that I liked being raped by you. That was the main thing. It was you. It was just something about you. Something so sexy and amazing. Even if you killed me, deep down I would've just been flattered."

She smiled wistfully as she spoke. The streets were completely empty but she didn't bother looking around as she placed her hands at my neck and wrapped them around it. Our fronts were pressed together and she held me and looked at me and she smiled once more.

"Thank you, Victoria," she whispered to me. "Thank you for doing this to me. From the bottom of my heart, there was nothing you did to me that I didn't want. Even if I didn't realize it. And above all, thank you for keeping me and never letting me get away."

I gazed back into her eyes, holding her at her waist. My heart felt like it was going to swell out of my chest. Her face was right there, so close to mine with her arms wrapped around my neck, and her tone had been one of complete worship. I hadn't been prepared for it and the emotions left me speechless.

She smiled at my expression and then she lifted her face to press her lips onto mine and seal her words with a kiss. My heart swelled even more that all that softness smothering my mouth and swelled again as she eased her tongue past my lips and licked it against my own tongue. I moaned softly and she kissed me again and caressed my cheek with her hand before easing backwards with a smile.

I cupped her face and gazed at her lovingly.

Although I couldn't help notice she still didn't say she loved me.

But in many ways that only made it all the more adorable. She was a proud girl, my Ms Swan. It was pride and spirit that first caused me to fall in love with her. That spirit wasn't something I wanted to break. Not anymore. It was something I only wanted to bend and wrap around me. I was more than willing to wait until she found the correct moment to say it. It might even be later tonight. Once we got back to the apartment I was going to make love to her so thoroughly that maybe she would finally be compelled to say that one word she wanted to avoid. But for now I just smiled at her and placed one more kiss on her lips.

"Don't thank me," I said. "It was all my very great pleasure."

She giggled at that and kept her arms around my neck, there under the streetlamps on this empty street.

"I guess it's just a shame you can't really rape me anymore," she said. "Now that we're actually together and all."

I tilted my head slightly. "But I thought you liked it?"

"I do. But it's not rape if it's consensual, right?"

I chuckled and smiled at her. What a silly thing. She didn't realize that I could rape her right this instant if I wanted to, and quite convincingly as well. In fact, now that she mentioned it…

I cupped her face and stroked her cheek gently.

"Would you like me to rape you right now, my love?" I asked her with a tenderness that rarely accompanied such intentions.

She seemed confused. "How?"

"How do you think?"

She didn't get it and she gave a reluctant kind of shrug, looking about the empty street as if to check just in case. "I don't know," she said. "It might be a little weird. I'm not into acting or pretending or anything, so—"

I punched her in the stomach.

The breath rushed out of her and she doubled over, groaning in pain. Her arms had been around my neck and now they fell away as she clutched her midsection. It hadn't been a particularly hard punch but a tremendous thrill went through me. It had been a long time since I had hit her and it was still quite kinky. She was bent over, gasping, and I grabbed a handful of her hair and wrenched her face back up again.

"Who said you'd have to pretend?" I asked her sinisterly.

She gasped and coughed and looked at me with her eyes ablaze with excitement and—

I wrenched on her hair. She grimaced at the pain and I had all but snatched her off her feet. There was an alleyway across the street and I dragged her across the road by her hair, whimpering and gasping, and threw her into the alley.

She tripped in her heels and stumbled into a trashcan before righting herself and spinning around.

The expression on her face was full of shock and excitement and she seemed afraid to speak for fear of breaking the illusion. It was darker in the alleyway and there were puddles of rainwater in the floor along with rotten bits of newsprint. All we were missing were candles.

The girl recoiled slightly as I reached for her but it was a giggle instead of a scream that came out of her. I shoved her against the wall, hard, and her skull bounced back on it. That made her giggle as well but she stopped giggling when I slapped her. Instead she gasped and clutched her cheek. The front of her dress was heaving in abject excitement and I grabbed the neckline and ripped it down. The shoulderstrap snapped and suddenly one of her breasts was exposed. I grasped it in my hand, digging my fingers into that soft mound of flesh, and used my other hand to grab her throat and pin her against the wall.

She was gasping and grinning and kicking with her feet. I was a little worried about her leg but I didn't want to break the illusion either. I squeezed her tit and squeezed her throat and pressed my forehead to hers in order to stare menacingly and sexily into her eyes.

"What's the matter?" I asked her as if her squirms were actually protests. "This is what you wanted, isn't it?"

She clutched at my wrist and gasped out: "Victoria—!"

Again, I took this for protest and I tightened my grip on her throat until her words were choked off. She moaned and rolled her eyes helplessly. One of her shoes had come off and she was trying to kick me with her bare foot.

"Hm?" I murmured to her calmly. "What's wrong? You wanted to be raped, didn't you? Or had you forgotten what it's really like? Well? Is this what you want, Ms Swan?"

"Yes, but—"

"Shut up," I hissed, squeezing her throat. "I don't care what you want."

Then I forced my mouth on hers.

She groaned very loudly but she was much too overwhelmed to try and kiss me back. I hoped I wasn't crossing any lines but I didn't think so. By now our sexual desires were so aligned that they seemed to be exactly the same thing.

So I forced my tongue into her mouth and pushed at her own, shoving it around the inside of her mouth, and by now she was moaning and trying to turn her face away to catch her breath. I clutched the breasts in my hand and gave it a vicious squeeze and the pain of that was finally enough for her to twist her face away.

"Victoria," she gasped. "You're hurting me."

I grinned at that because it was good. It was supposed to hurt. I tightened my grip and smiled at her and lowered my hand between her legs.

Her dress was tight and it had ridden up over her hips from all the struggling and she groaned out loud as my fingertips rubbed against the front of her black lace panties. There was already wetness there and I started rubbing it roughly.

"Oh god," she moaned as my grip on her throat loosened.

I smiled at her and kept rubbing. "Still like being raped, Ms Swan? Or is it a little too rough for you?"

A blush had overpowered her face and her were glazed as she swung them to mine.

"Fuck you," she said.

I chuckled and wondered if she was offended at being violated or offended at the suggestion that she couldn't handle it. Either way, it didn't matter. I grabbed a handful of her panties and ripped them off.

The elastic snapped very easily and she gasped again as suddenly her entrance was exposed to the alleyway. A car passed in the road beyond but neither of us noticed. She groaned and glared into my eyes and struggled against the hand that pinned her to the wall by her throat. I smiled at her and shoved two fingers into her vagina.

She gasped and shuddered, her interior squeezing down on my fingers as even more moisture pumped out of her. I grinned and shoved them in deeper, forcing them to my knuckle, practically punching them into her pussy. She moaned helplessly and squeezed down on them and whimpered as her helpless eyes rolled to mine.

I held her against the wall with my hand around her throat and kissed her open mouth and licked at her lips lewdly.

"What's the matter, Ms Swan?" I whispered into her mouth. "You don't want it anymore? You feel a little disrespected? A little violated?"

I shoved my fingers into her again, hard and fast. She cried out and kicked her legs feebly. Tears were rolling down her cheeks but there was nothing wetter on her body than that place between her legs.

"It hurts," she whimpered. "It hurts so much."

The hurt was turning her on even as it hurt and her pain was turning me on as well, so much that it only made me hurt her more. I shoved my fingers into her again, savagely, and I only barely restrained myself from tearing her apart down there.

"Shut up and come, you filthy slut," I hissed at her. "You know you want to. Because that's exactly what you are, isn't it? Just a dirty, filthy, worthless little slut."

Tears were streaming out of her eyes and she was sobbing out loud and staring wantonly into my merciless face. Her exposed breast was wobbling and jiggling on her chest above the torn flap of her dress and she had lost both of her shoes and her legs were twisting and buckling as my hand pumped at her pussy like a piston, harder than anything she had ever experienced.

I tightened my hand around her throat and kept my eyes on hers and watched as it happened. Watched the pain and the helplessness and the excitement and the agony. All of blossoming darkly in her eyes as the orgasm approached and stole over her and finally overpowered her, causing her to moan up at the black night sky as she was raped to an orgasm here in this dark and dirty alleyway.

I watched it all and I didn't let go. My hand was wet to the wrist and I kept my fingers impaled inside her as she sobbed and whimpered and tried to catch her breath. My fingers might've been the only thing holding her up because she began to sag as I slipped them out and then she just sank to the floor of the alleyway. Her bare ass plopped down into a puddle of rainwater and her hair spilled over her face. The scrap of her panties were a string around one knee and her legs were splayed open. I could see the hole of her vagina and it was quite stretched.

I stood there, smiling with my arms folded under my breasts patiently. Eventually she looked up at me, wheezing for breath. Her exposed breast was heaving and there were red fingermarks on it that would bruise soon. Her eyes were dark and lidded and she didn't speak. I smiled and began petting her dishevelled hair.

"Was that okay, Ms Swan?" I asked her. "Was that what you wanted?"

A satisfied and exhausted smile crossed her face and she shifted onto her knees in that puddle of rainwater. "Yes," she breathed, putting her hands on my hips to push my dress up. "That was amazing."

She then pulled down my panties and pressed her mouth to my vagina.

I let out a moan that echoed against the walls of the alley. My eyes fell closed and I smiled as I stroked her hair and enjoyed the hot lapping of her tongue. She wrapped her arms around me and gripped my buttocks as she continued to eat me out lovingly. I moaned and pushed my hips at her mouth gently, eagerly, and I was already so close to climaxing.

Ms Swan moaned again and spoke into my vagina.

"I can't believe you actually raped me," she murmured. "That was so amazing. Make sure you do it again sometime. Whenever you want, okay? I want you to rape me as much as possible. I love it so much. I'll always be your victim, Victoria. Always."

Her words spurned me on and soon it was my own orgasm that overpowered me.

Luckily there had been no pedestrians on the sidewalk all this time, just the occasional car that passed too fast to see anything clearly. The girl spent a lot of time licking me out and she was almost reluctant to stop. I helped her to her feet and she stood there in her torn dress while I fetched her shoes. They had been flung at least fifteen feet apart and once I found them I bobbed down at her feet and slipped them on for her. She smiled gratefully and I rose and cupped her cheek and gave her one last kiss in that dark alleyway.

While we walked the rest of the way home she laughed about how sore her vagina was and how amazing it had been to be fucked like that. She was holding the torn flap of her dress over her breast and she was actually very chatty on the subject. She talked about how surprised she was when I hit her and how she didn't even think it was possible to be raped like that. I chose my words carefully but mostly I just smiled and let her talk. I was beginning to realize that it was her spirit that I loved most about her. Her indomitable lust. She had been correct when she said there was nothing I could do to her that she wouldn't want but that was more to her credit than mine. It was less about my own irresistibleness and so much more about her own strength and uniqueness. I was nothing compared to her. She was everything.

It was almost midnight by the time we got home and we showered right away. Her body was quite dirty with smears all over her legs and kneecaps and soon she was all washed off and clean again.

I took her to bed and in the dim light of the lamp we made a more gentle kind of love than the kind we shared in the alleyway but no less passionate. For a long time we kissed each other and moaned into each other's mouths as we stroked those places between our legs until finally we stroked each other to a climax under the covers as we gazed into each other's eyes and breathed into each other's mouths.

After that we talked for a little bit until we started touching each other again. The bruises were beginning to show on her pale skin and I spent some time kissing them better, first on her throat and then on that tender mound of her breast before finally lowering my mouth to her entrance. It was nice and wet and I licked it all up and suckled at the nub of her clitoris until she came. She smiled as she did and smiled some more as I kissed her until finally she rolled me over and did the same to me, sucking at my nipples for a while and licking them and kissing them before moving lower to my vagina where she inserted some fingers into it and pumped them and licked all around them until I came.

She was very exhausted by now and I went to fetch her a bottle of water. She drank a little and set it down on the bedside table and told me to hurry and get back in bed so we could cuddle. I smiled and climbed back under the covers and she smiled as well as she settled at my side with her face laid against one of my breasts. She nuzzled the nipple with her cheek and gave it a brief kiss and then she settled again as if my boobs were a pillow.

I held her in my arms, so soft and so warm, and an almost surreal peace began to steal over me. I hadn't known it was possible to be so happy. To love someone so much. I smiled and stroked her and she cuddled closer.

"Did you enjoy our date tonight, Ms Swan?" I asked her in a soft whisper.

"Mm," she murmured, her face laying across my breast. "Lots of fun. Call me Bella."

"Bella," I repeated softly with a smile. "I'm glad you had fun, Bella."

"Ms Swan makes it sound like you're my English teacher or something. It's not as intimate as a first name. I like when you say Bella."

"I like when you use my name too."

"It's a very sexy name. Victoria. It means victory, doesn't it?"

"Yes. In Latin."

She giggled and snuggled closer happily, wrapping a leg around one of mine under the covers. "Well, you certainly conquered me," she said. "I'm not even afraid to admit it anymore. Actually, I want to admit it. I'm proud of it. Proud to have been conquered by such a beautiful and powerful and irresistible queen like you."

My heart again began to swell. Tonight was supposed to be about me romancing her but so far it had been the opposite. The sweetest things I had ever heard in my life were said by her this very night.

I cupped her face and lifted it from my chest as that I could look into her eyes.

"I'm flattered you feel that way," I whispered earnestly.

She beamed and smiled against the hand cupping her cheek. "I do," she said. "I really do. I feel so liberated now that I can admit it freely. I don't know why I ever resisted to begin with. It was so obvious that this was all I wanted."

"You had lots of reasons to resist. And I'm glad you did."

"You are?"

I smiled up at her with her face only a breath above mine. "Certainly," I said. "The stronger the woman, the sweeter the submission. You were a very worthy prey, Ms Swan. Your surrender is an honor and I accept it very gratefully."

Tears filled her eyes and it was these words that finally seemed to break her.

"Oh, Victoria," she said. "I love you. I love you so much."

I smiled at her overflowing happiness. "And I you, Ms Swan."

"Bella," she corrected in a small blubber.

"Bella," I murmured up at her. "I love you, Bella."

She lowered her lips onto mine and moaned into my mouth.

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AN: This chapter was a little shorter than most. It's main purpose was to define their relationship a little more and set the boundaries. Hope you enjoyed the pseudo-rape scene, lol. I want their relationship to be stable, but they have to be a little twisted too, because that's kind of the point of the story. I also have to admit that I absolutely loved their pillow talk at the end. That slavish dialogue is such a turn on, but maybe that's just me. ;)

But seriously, I notice that most people really prefer the fluff to the dark stuff, so I have a question. The rest of this story is supposed to encompass Bella becoming a vampire and learning to kill people and raping victims with Victoria and all that stuff, but I'm starting to get the impression that no one is interested in that. A lot of you seemed to have only skimmed the darkness to get to the light. I don't want to ruin the story or waste time, so if people would prefer it, I could just wrap the whole thing up in nice slightly dark HEA. Let me know, okay?

Anyway, thanks for reading. Hopefully I can update soon.