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Chapter Eight: Learning Curve
I was able to catch Kain's scent and followed it through the winding underground paths of Sanctuary. As I walked, I found out quite by chance that most of the other Vampires had gone out hunting. There was a new moon tonight, and the added layer of darkness made hunting that much easier. A trio of females were on their way out to go hunting themselves. I silently wished them luck.
Still, now I knew why no one else had shown up to try and help deal with Nikolai. Only a handful of shut-ins were still in residence, and most of them were housed in the deeper parts of Sanctuary. As such, I knew that Kain and I would be, for the most part, alone if I was able to find him to talk to him. Thankfully, it didn't take long to find him. I found him down one of the long, winding hallways that seemed to be connected to several larger bedrooms.
I found myself coming to a halt, mouth open to say something... anything really, but found that I had no idea what to say to him. Closing my mouth, I rubbed nervously at my shoulder. Maybe I shouldn't have sought him out...
Before I could think of anything to say, he turned to face me, arms crossed in front of him. Kain's blue-gold eyes were cold, and the look froze me in place. Oddly enough, my mind briefly focused on the fact that he no longer had the Soul Reaver on his person. A relief, really. Especially given that I was fairly certain he was upset with me. Briefly, I wondered where he had left the legendary blade, but I pushed the thought away. The Soul Reaver was not my concern, and I was not about to ask him where he had put it.
Kain stalked toward me, graceful as any large feline, and I tensed warily. After a long, tense moment of silence, he caught my chin in his right hand. I started and tried to pull free, a faint noise of surprise escaping me. He held tight, the sharp tips of his claws digging lightly into my skin. Rather than risk injury, I forced myself to go still, hands flexing at my sides.
"You saved that fool boy more out of 'kindness' than wanting a debt repaid," he began, his voice a mixture of sarcasm and a calm sort of anger. Despite that, I could tell that he was confused and curious that I had stepped between them the way I had. "I sincerely doubt that you intended to search the boy out later to lay claim to that debt. Tell me, do you care for those Human fools more than you do the Vampires? Those who are more your kin by virtue of what you consume to survive? Does your supposed Human blood render you soft-hearted when it comes to your prey?"
A low hiss of annoyance escaped me at his words, and I jerked my head back, wrenching my chin free of his grasp. The action earned me a few minor scratches, but the brief freedom did not last. His hand lashed out, closing on the back of my neck in an unyielding grip and forcing me closer to him with my head partially bowed. I started to try and struggle free, only to go still when those sharp claws began to dig painfully into my neck. I glared at him through the curtain of my hair, trying to keep my temper in check.
"I will do what I can," I hissed out through clenched teeth, "to honor both the Vampiric and the Human blood that courses through my veins-"
"And would you show mercy to the Sarafan then?" he interrupted in a mocking tone.
"What?! No!" I sputtered briefly, annoyed at the suggestion. I had no illusions as to what the Sarafan were. Especially not after the talk with Nikolai. 'Mercy' on a world like Nosgoth would get me killed. "The Sarafan murder Vampires on sight simply for the crime of existing! They enslave and ruin the lives of their fellows while pretending to follow a 'holy cause.' Sure, maybe you could argue that there are one or two 'good apples' in the rotten bunch, but the moment those 'good apples' helped the others murder and torture other sapient beings, they became just as bad as the rest! Why in the nine hells would I show mercy to someone who would show me none? I... would you bloody well let go of my neck!?"
An amused snort escaped him as I resumed my efforts to knock his hand away. He sneered and shoved me back and to the side so that I fell against the wall. It wasn't much of a shove. I was able to catch myself against the wall with my hand and regain my balance easily enough. I pushed away from the wall, rubbing at the back of my neck with an unintelligible grumble.
Blood smeared over my fingers, but it was only a tiny amount. A bit of probing showed that the wounds had been shallow enough to have already closed over. Kain eyed his claws, a curious look on his face. He slowly licked one claw clean. A thoughtful hum escaped him. Looking up, he proceeded to lick another claw clean.
"You... are quite the stubborn little thing, girl," he said slowly.
"I told you earlier," I said, a growl tickling at the back of my throat, "my name is Katrina."
"Yes... you did, didn't you?" he purred in a low voice.
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A jolt ran through me, and I straightened, eyes flying wide. Kain took a step toward me, and I found myself taking a step back, bumping into the wall. The timbre of Kain's voice had changed. Dramatically so. What was once a voice filled with both annoyance and amusement, was now a... a dark, purring growl that I couldn't quite place meaning to. Not only that, but the look in his eyes had changed as well. There was a heat to his gaze now. A dark warmth that I could easily recognize.
Desire.
Kain finished licking his claws clean before stepping closer to me. Some instinct held me in place, frozen against the wall. He came to a stop, barely a foot in front of me, and cocked his head to the side. There was no mistaking him for anything but the hunter that he was. And for some reason, I was his intended prey.
It was strange. Unlike Auron, who had often approached me with a similar look in his forest-green eyes, I didn't feel the need to run or lash out. Instead, I felt as if I were pinned in place by those blue-gold eyes. Something held me pinned in place. Trapped not between fight and flight but rather something I couldn't name. And it was confusing the hell out of me.
He reached forward slowly and ran those sharp claws lightly, almost teasingly really, along the skin behind my ear and down along the line of my neck. Despite Kain's efforts to be gentle, several tiny scratches were left behind. Just enough to draw the faintest amount of blood. Though they closed rapidly. I shivered. His touch felt surprisingly nice. I blinked rapidly as my confusion mounted.
I opened my mouth, intent on asking him what the hell he was doing, only to let out a startled noise as he took that last step forward. The line of his body pressed firmly along the line of my own. Kain braced his hands on the wall on either side of me, boxing me in. His eyes searched my own for a moment before he leaned forward to press his mouth against mine in a semi-harsh kiss. His tongue slid over my lips before briefly darting into my shock-opened mouth.
It was as if he was tasting me...
I shook off the shock, raising my hands and pushing them against his bare chest. Despite my efforts, I was only able to move him back a scant inch or so. He was like a brick wall. Unyielding and solid.
"W-what the heck are you doing?" I asked breathlessly. The brief yet intense kiss had left me more than a little bit floored.
"Hn. What do you think I am doing, Little One?" his voice still a purring, darksome rumble.
"M-my name... is... Katrina," I said, voice barely above that of a whisper.
Instead of saying anything, he leaned forward and once more pressed his lips against my own. A small part of me still thought all this was a dream, and, well, I found myself returning that kiss. Even if it wasn't a dream... well, it's not like it was unpleasant.
Perhaps... this will be alright, I thought to myself, feeling a little dazed.
His tongue pressed against mine, and a low groan escaped me. I slowly pushed back with tentative sweeps. It felt good. Damned good, actually. Kain was as skilled at kissing as he was at fighting. And why wouldn't he be? He was centuries old at this point. His lips... were soft against mine, alternating between gentle and unyielding in a way that rapidly left me breathless.
If asked, I'd not be able to deny being attracted to him. Even if it had just been the idea of him when he'd been naught but a story. The reality of him? There was an oddly potent strength, an eldritch sort of power, that called to my baser instincts. It muddied my senses, scattering my thoughts to the far winds.
My hands shifted over his chest, fingertips fluttering over the muscled skin. Strange that even the scar on his chest felt perfectly smooth under my touch. Tentatively, I began to explore the plains of his chest with light, questing touches. A low, pleased-sounding rumble built in Kain's chest, and I shivered upon hearing that noise. His hand fell away from the wall, claws lightly beginning to tease over my neck once again. Another shiver ran through me, and he deepened the kiss with a low growl.
Both of his hands fell to my shoulders, thumbs rubbing my skin with a firm, massaging pressure. His grip tightened and then relaxed and then tightened again. It didn't hurt, not really. A brief ache that was gone in an instant. Something that was easily ignored in the face of the pleasure of his lips against mine. I trembled beneath his hands, fingers trailing feather-light over his chest.
Kain abruptly pinned my wrists against my sides, forcing my hands away from his form. I squirmed, discomforted by the sudden, restricting hold. A choked noise escaped me. A sound that was in part shock and fear. He broke the kiss with a low noise that could have been mistaken for a purr. Blue-gold eyes met my own. He licked his lips, and I found myself following the movement, heat spreading over my cheeks. He chuckled softly.
Leaning forward, he trailed a line of nipping kisses down the line of my jaw to my throat. Fangs and tongue danced over my heated skin, and a low whimper escaped me. Slowly, oh so slowly, Kain began to nip harder and harder still until he finally drew blood. A gasping hiss escaped me, and I jolted in his grasp. Rather than bite again, his tongue passed over my skin, lapping up the blood drawn. A soothing rumble filled the air, and I found myself relaxing... only to go tense when he bit down a second time.
The continued onslaught of pleasure mixed with brief, minute pain made me tremble and squirm in his grasp. I tried to pull my hands free. Tried to say something. I needed space to think.
It was... very obvious what Kain wanted from me now. Sex. And wasn't that a complex can of worms for me. I had fought so hard to protect myself from Auron that even now, I wanted to pull away. To run. And yet, that strange pull within me was only growing stronger the longer Kain nipped and lapped at my neck and shoulder. His hands were like shackles around my wrists, and yet the near-constant rumble that he was making helped me stay calm and not panic at being restrained.
Why were my instincts telling me that everything would be 'okay?' Why was his Aura so soothing? And why did I feel so confidant that he'd stop if I actually said 'no?' As if I had the choice to refute his advances. Could I really trust my instincts?
It took me three tries to find my voice, and even then, it was a thready thing that was barely above that of a strangled whisper.
"I'm... Kain... this..." I let out a pleased hiss as his fangs scraped sharply over my neck. I trembled as his thumbs rubbed firmly over my wrists. Fuck. Why was it so hard to think? "Not sure about this... never... I..."
Kain paused, tongue pulling away from my skin. His hand fell away from one wrist, and he pressed a finger to my lips to silence my near-incoherent rambling. Though his lips quirked with contained amusement, I could also tell that Kain looked thoughtful. As if he were trying to decide what to say. He nodded to himself, a barely-there motion, and leaned forward to brush his lips against my ear.
"I will be... gentle," he said, and as he spoke, he released my other wrist, placing his hand on my hip. His voice was a dark thing filled with promise, yes, but it was also sociable, genial, despite being tinged with his obvious arousal. "You need not fear that I would be... cruel."
Honestly, this whole situation was happening so fast that I couldn't make sense of it all. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to settle my nerves. That strange, tugging pull whispering in the back of my mind made it difficult to focus. I almost growled in frustration but bit back the noise before it could build in my chest. My heart was pounding in my throat. Kain's finger moved from my mouth to trail soothingly down the line of my neck, and I shivered. Those gentle movements were doing nothing to help combat the heat pooling in my belly.
I needed to think.
My hands rose once more to press against his chest, and I pushed. Gently this time. Kain seemed to sense my need for space and took a single step back. He moved no further than that, but it was enough. I took another deep breath and let it out in a shaky sigh. Why were my emotions so jumbled? Why was every touch so intense? It was all so very strange.
With all that time spent in Auron's hellish castle, I'd not felt a... a pull, if you will, toward anyone there. And I didn't mean just for aid or for comfort, but also in the carnal sense as well. I'd been alone, and I'd kept it that way, knowing instinctively that Auron would use any sense of friendship or kindness on my part against me. And when Auron came himself to try to seduce me? Disgust and hatred had helped me fight back against the bastard's power. His Aura.
I'd fought so long to keep myself from giving in, from breaking in the way that Auron had wanted. So it was strange to face something so... new. I wasn't afraid or disgusted by Kain. Far from it. I was... excited. Yet... I would not be used and tossed aside. I would not... My shoulders tensed, and I opened my eyes to look at Kain. Blue-gold eyes met my own light-green orbs.
"All right, I... maybe," I shook my head again, rolling my tongue in my mouth. Why was taking so damned difficult? "But only if you... I would have... something... from you."
His brow rose, a question in his eyes. I let out a strained huff of breath, closing my eyes once more. I found myself struggling to organize my thoughts into coherent words. A growl built in my chest, and this time I did nothing to stifle the frustrated sound. It took a few moments of effort, but I finally forced the urge to... to submit... or yield or whatever it was away and let out a ragged gasp. It felt like I had suddenly breached the water's surface, and my body was desperate for air.
"Look, I'll not be a... a... a one-night stand," I said quickly, lest I be drawn under that strange mental tide and lose my words again. "If that's all you want from me... then let me go and leave me be..."
I forced my eyes open and met Kain's gaze as steadily as I could manage. The hand on my hip tightened briefly, the tips of his claws digging through my pants and pricking my skin. My words were a challenge, and for a moment, I feared he might lash out. And yet, his grip relaxed. His expression was... amused? I frowned at him, and his eyes narrowed, the pupils flashing white for a moment. I tensed.
Kain's hand lifted away from my neck, and those sharp claws brushed feather-light over my lips. His eyes had gone cold yet were still paradoxically filled with blatant desire. That strange pull toward him intensified, and I found myself holding my breath while waiting for him to respond. My heart pounded wildly in my chest.
"You demand my loyalty?" he asked, his tone bemused. "Exclusively so?"
"I... No," I managed to say, thoughts drifting toward Raziel and the subtly hinted at relations between Kain and his First. "I know... Vampires live a long time. Relationships change. I'll simply not be used and then tossed aside like... like chattel."
"Such a brave little one," he said after a moment of silence, "to make such demands. And wise, too, to know such truths. You are in luck, as it was already my intention to keep you as mine."
"Excuse me?" I said, a flash of annoyance and anger running through me. "I am not a pe-mmph!"
Before I could react, Kain had once more pressed his body against mine. His lips caught my own in a fierce kiss. A strangled, half-offended noise escaped me as his tongue darted into my open mouth. The hand at my hip pulled me closer, and the other reached back to tangle in my hair. Another muffled huff escaped me, but I slowly began to relax into that kiss as my instincts once more bid me relax. To calm.
He lured my tongue into his mouth with guiding and nimble sweeps of his own. Sharp fangs brushed against the edges of my tongue, nicking the organ. The coppery sweet taste of blood filled our mouths, and I let out a low moan. My hands rose, fingers tangling in his silver-white hair as I tried to deepen the kiss, in no way content to remain placid in his arms.
Kain's hand fell from my hair, trailing teasingly down my side as he doubled the intensity behind the searing kiss. That same hand then moved around to my back and slid down to cup my rear. Despite my best efforts, he easily won the battle of tongues, his own darting demandingly back into my mouth. Sharp claws cut through the loose denim of my pants, the points digging lighting into my skin. He hoisted me up abruptly, and I let out a muffled yelp of surprise.
My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, hands falling from his hair to his armor-covered shoulders. I had no wish to be dropped on my ass if he chose to let go. The new position made certain things glaringly obvious. There was no mistaking just how hard Kain was beneath those tight leathers. A strained, hissing whimper escaped me as he ground that trapped length against my body in a demanding thrust. And he still had yet to break the kiss.
The hand at my hip slid back to rest firmly between my upper shoulder blades. Something meant to keep my upper body firmly pressed against Kain's chest. Thankfully, it was high enough up that I didn't feel the need to panic. The was no risk that he'd force my wings out on accident. Not yet, at least. Talk about being trapped between a rock and a hard place.
He finally pulled back from the kiss, and I found myself gasping for breath. A thrumming chuckle escaped him, and he leaned down to flick his tongue over my neck, where my pulse drummed out a frantic rhythm beneath my skin. Cool air washed over the moistened skin a second later. A shiver ran through me, and yet another panting moan escaped me.
"Such a sensitive creature you are," Kain murmured, letting out a low, growling, wicked-sounding laugh at my reaction.
"Y-you're really... that surprised?" I asked, my voice a breathless, needy thing.
"Hn," his fangs brushed teasingly over the skin of my neck, and I gasped at the scraping touch. "Perhaps not."
Fangs abruptly sank deep into the flesh of my throat. As he began to slowly feed from me, a wave of intense pleasure coursed through my body. His feeding was so slow that it was as if he were savoring the taste. My essence. The pleasure mounted higher still in a slow ebb and flow that all but clouded my senses. I dug my claws into his pauldrons, the metal letting out a small screech of complaint as the sharp points cut shallow grooves into it. My legs tightened around his waist. A needy moan escaped me, and I tilted my head a little more to the side to encourage him to feed faster.
Despite my efforts to entice him, Kain kept feeding at a leisurely, measured pace for several moments before suddenly stopping altogether. His fangs slipped free, tongue laving over the wounds as they began to close. When my heart rate slowed, those sharp points sank back into my skin, and he began to feed again.
Fuck, but it felt so good. My breathing picked back up, soft whimpers spilling from my lips. A low, muffled growl that sounded almost approving vibrated against my throat. Again and again, Kain fed, stopped, and then resumed his feeding. The tide of pleasure rose and fell within me. My mind began to cloud over with pure need. As I was pushed closer and closer towards a most pleasurable peak.
Yet before I could fall completely over that edge, he stopped and removed his fangs, leaning back with a soft hum of satisfaction. I opened my eyes, not even sure when I had closed them, and blinked up at the ceiling. That had been... intense. Far better than anything I'd felt before.
A breeze hit me, and I started, looking down with a confused blink. At some point, Kain had torn my shirt off and tossed the remains off to the side. Trembling faintly from the cold, I let out an aggravated growl at the loss of my clothes, the only clothes I had, mind you. He chuckled, leaning in to nip at my earlobe.
"Do not be so upset, Little One," he murmured, his voice low and full of dark promise.
"Easy f-for you to say," I snapped back, shivering as his fingers trailed over my chest. "I don't have any other clothes, dammit."
"The clothing can be replaced easily enough," he purred, the tip of one claw catching against the bra I was wearing.
Honestly, I was surprised that the damned thing had survived the fight with the Sarafan. The blow that had damaged my lung should have cut through the skimpy cloth. I'd never had much choice in what clothes were made available to me before, but I'd always tried to wear as much clothing as possible when possible. Ofttimes Auron would leave me things that were far too small for me to wear comfortably. And that was if the asshole left anything for me to wear, period. If Kain was willing to obtain new clothing for me... well, perhaps it would be alright to lose the old garments like this.
Still, there was a look of cool amusement in Kain's eyes as he tugged at the front of my bra. Not for wondering what it was but more, I think, that it was in his way. He unhooked his claw and slid his fingers along the silky cloth. Either testing the quality or how it restricted my breasts, I wasn't sure which. The hand at my back dropped down to fiddle with the hooks for a moment. He let out a soft 'hn' and then gave up on undoing the clasps for the more expedient route of cutting the cloth apart with his claws.
A faint yelp escaped me, my eyes widening as the harsh tug jerked my body forward. A frisson of fear and desire ran through me, along with an appreciative wave of relief at my breasts being freed from their confinement. Damned thing really had been too tight, even if I had gotten used to it. Kain reached up and cut the straps a second later before pulling the ruined item off of me. He held it up, a satisfied smirk on his lips, and then tossed it aside.
"T-this is what you consider gentle?" I asked with a breathless, nervous chuckle.
"Yes," he responded, leaning forward to press his lips to mine once more. Both of his hands fell to grasp my hips. "Anyone else would already be buried to the hilt within you, Little One. I intend to take my time with you."
"I... um," I stuttered, feeling the blush heat my cheeks. I was more than a little startled by the frankness of Kain's words.
Before I could gather my wits, his fangs caught my lower lip hard enough to draw small beads of blood. I growled in response and purposefully let my own fangs nick his tongue when he went to push it back into my mouth. Sharp points dug into my sides, and I let him go with a hiss. That had been a mild punishment indeed for having bitten him so. Kain pulled back, looking amused once more. Perhaps he hadn't expected me to bite back.
I was no passive creature, though, and I stared back at him unrepentantly, ducking my chin down to protect my throat. A Human might have made the mistake of jutting their chin up and out. To look down their nose at someone as their way of challenging the other person. However, for a Vampire, the baring of one's throat was often considered a submissive gesture, not a challenge. No, what constituted a provocation for a Vampire was the act of protecting one's throat. Ducking one's head down while also maintaining eye contact was the challenge.
Kain chuckled at my defiant gesture. He leaned forward to nose at my chin, using only a small amount of force signal for me to bare my throat to him. A request and demand all in the same breath. I only capitulated after several firm nudges, letting out a soft huff as I did so. Another chuckle escaped him. He ducked his head down, leaving a trail of small bites down the line of my neck and chest all the way to my right breast.
His mouth closed over the nipple, fangs gently sinking in. Not enough to draw blood. No, just enough that I could feel the pressure. Kain's tongue flicked out over the hardened peak, and I couldn't help but whimper. While his fangs started out as pinpoints of pressure around the areola, they didn't stay that way. Sharp fangs sank into the soft flesh of my breast, and he immediately began to feed on me once more. I cried out in pain and pleasure both, one hand grabbing a tight handful of his hair.
"Kain...! That..." I whined low in my throat, my other hand scrambling against the pauldron on his shoulder, leaving more marks in the metal. My hand slipped, claws nicking his collarbone.
The scent of his blood was like a siren's call, but I couldn't reach it. Kain's hands closed around my forearms, once more pinning them against my sides. Cutting off any avenue of pulling him up so that I could taste him. His tongue continued to flick and swirl around that nipple even as he fed. Gods, but that felt good. My body trembled helplessly in his grasp. Soft moans filled the air. I bucked against him as he again pushed me slowly toward that peak with calculated care. Just by feeding! Would he deny me once more? Or would he finally push me over the edge?
He let go of my arms, one hand falling to my hip and the over sliding back and up along my spine, claws scratching into my skin in a teasing, testing pressure. Yet another trail of half-bloody wounds that quickly healed over. And that was despite the constant, if gradual, drain of my vitae. Another deep-throated groan escaped me, and I began to tug at the bits of armor that Kain wore on his upper body. An almost uncontrollable desire for more had hit me, and the damn pauldrons were in the way.
The buckles were easy enough to find, but I found my efforts to undo them thwarted by shaky fingers. It didn't help that my thoughts were quite thoroughly muddled by the need coursing through my veins. After a few moments spent struggling with the buckles and earning another muffled chuckle from Kain, I was able to wrench his pauldrons off. I tossed them aside with a faint, triumphant cry.
Kain's low, muffled laughter vibrated against my breast. He caught my wrists in his hands, moving to hold them both with one hand. He pulled back from my breast, fangs slipping free. For a moment, he seemed content to lap at the wound, gathering up the remaining blood as the wound closed over. Blue-gold eyes that were filled with Hunger met my own. My breath froze in my throat, and he smirked at me, licking the blood from his lips.
Smug, handsome bastard, I thought to myself, feeling more than a little dazed.
My wrists were suddenly wrenched upward and pinned against the wall above my head. Before I could react, he pushed my upper body harshly against the wall. I flinched as my shoulders hit the stone, but thankfully that sensitive spot along my back didn't get triggered. Hissing, I tried to squirm free. Kain growled in response, moving up and biting gently at my lower lip. His lips slammed against mine in a demanding, tongue ambushing my own, forcing me to engage in a losing battle.
Breathless, helpless little groans escaped my lips as he deepened the kiss. His free hand slid down along the front of my body before coming to rest at the top of my jeans. Kain's claws dug into the denim, and a harsh ripping noise filled the air as he devested me of my pants. Which also painfully wrenched my legs away from his hips. I pulled back from that heated kiss with a pained yelp. Having one's clothes torn off like that hurt, dammit. He went still, his own breathing rapid and hungry before he leaned in to press an almost penitent kiss to my neck. Clawed fingers trailed soothingly over the bruised skin before falling away.
One leg darted between my own to act as a seat as Kain pulled his hips back. Glancing down, skin flushed, I watched as he quickly undid the belt holding his leather pants in place. Barely a second later, and his engorged length was free. A purring noise akin to a sound of relief escaped him. All I could do was stare.
He was, in a word, well-endowed. Eight inches? Maybe nine? Descent width too. Kain pressed his body back along the length of my own, causing me to look back up at him with wide eyes.
"Like what you see, Little One?" he purred in a low voice.
"I... um... yeah," I murmured back, swallowing roughly.
He chuckled, leaning in to catch me in another demanding kiss. I responded fiercely this time, trying to take control of at least the kiss, but he caught my tongue in his fangs with a low, commanding growl. His groin thrust firmly against mine, forcing another whimper out of me. So hard. The only thing between us now was my underwear. I squirmed in his grasp, and he ground his groin against my own in response. Hard.
"Hn," Kain purred, pulling back and leaning in to nip at my neck. He continued to rub that very thick, hard, and twitching length against my groin. "You want this, don't you?"
"Fuck," I gasped, desperately trying to free my hands. Struggling against that iron-like grip seemed pointless, but I still tried.
"That is the goal, is it not?" he asked with a laugh before kissing me again.
Gods, but he tasted amazing. I managed to yank my left hand free and dragged my claws swiftly up the back of his neck. That kiss became bruising, fangs nipping and biting punishingly against my skin. Blood welled in my mouth, and his tongue darted in. I bit down in retaliation and let out a frustrated noise when he immediately pulled back. A low growl filled the air. His fingers tugged at the line of my underwear.
At first, I thought he'd ignore the attempt to bite him. Bad idea, making assumptions like that. Kain's fangs sank into my throat, and in the same instant, he tore my underwear off. My body twitched violently at the harsh pull, and I winced. Both from the bite and from the additional friction at my hips. Thank goodness for Vampiric healing rates.
Once the cloth had been tossed aside, Kain grabbed my thigh in a firm grip and lifted me up. That hardened length was pushed against my slick entrance, but he refrained from pushing in. Instead, he began to grind back and forth against me, the shaft gliding along my slit in a way that felt incredible.
"K-Kain!" I groaned and whimpered at the firm touch against my heated core, wrapping my legs back around his waist. His hand shifted from my thigh to cup my rear.
"That's it, Little One," he purred against my skin, "it feels good, does it not? You want to be filled and stretched open, don't you?"
"I... I," a shudder ran through me at his words. Gentle and perverse in the same breath.
Rocking my hips, I moaned softly as the motion caused the tip of his length to catch against my entrance for a moment. A growling moan escaped him, and I preened internally when Kain buried his face against my neck. I leaned forward, nuzzling my nose against his own throat before tentatively nipping at the skin. My claws trailed over the line of his shoulder and neck. Hard enough to scratch, but not enough to draw blood. A shudder ran through him, and I nearly crooned. I shifted my head so I could gently bite at the tip of his ear.
I was rewarded with a muffled, purring growl. It was a powerful sensation, knowing that Kain was reacting so because of me. A lower, more vicious sounding growl escaped him a second later. Sharp fangs sank back into my throat, hard enough to make me yelp. He hefted me up by my ass, shifting to align the head of his cock against my entrance. My breath quickened, body trembling both with growing need as he fed and with a lingering fear of what was to come.
His hand shifted over my ass, a gentle, soothing touch as he slowly began to pierce my entrance. A strained noise escaped me at the breaching pressure. My eyes flew wide, and I stared at the ceiling. Inch by slow inch, he began to slip inside me with slow rocking thrusts until he was buried to the hilt within me. Kain's actions, gradual and deliberate as they were, still forced a small, uncontrolled mewling sound of pain. The stretch was intense. Both painful and not.
Surprisingly, he let out another low, growling noise. Only this time, it was almost soothing in nature. His hand fell away from my wrists, sliding down to card through my hair. It took a moment for me to realize that he was trying to help me relax. That, more than anything else, helped to soothe my nerves, and I reached up to gently tangle my fingers in his silver-white hair.
Kain pulled back, pulled out, just to the point where the head of that hard rod remained within me. Rather than thrust right back in, he pulled his fangs from my throat. The pulsing waves of pleasure caused by his feeding gradually faded and was replaced by a dull but pleasant ache. After another moment of stillness, he eased back inside by an inch or so before pulling back once more. For several minutes, he continued that leisurely pace. I buried my face against his neck, hand tightening in his hair as soft mewling sounds spilled from my mouth.
Kain was giving me time to adjust to the size of him. A courtesy I was more than glad to accept. It took another minute or so for the ache to fade, but the stretching throb began to evaporate into a deep-seated pleasure. And yet that slow, deliberate pace, one that wouldn't cause me too much harm as my body gradually opened for him... wasn't enough.
I shifted my hips, a rolling, testing motion, and my inner walls clenched tight around him. I gasped. Fuck, shit and damnation, but that felt good. As good, if not better, than times when I could tend to my needs on my own. Groaning at the new sensations coursing through me, I started to buck against him. Instinct took over, and my body worked to meet his measured thrusts. Began to encourage him to go faster. Deeper.
"Hn... Like this, Little One?" he chuckled darkly in my ear and began to pull out, only to push forward once more to the hilt. A strained cry spilled from my lips as he knocked lightly against the deepest parts of my core. "Such lovely noises..."
"Y-yes... it... fuck," I groaned and bit lightly at his ear, trying to angle for another kiss. Kain's fangs scraped over my throat in response, and I arched against him. "More... Please... I... nngh!"
Another low chuckle, dark and full of promise, filled the air. Kain pulled out almost all the way before pushing just as deliberately back into my heated core. That leisurely pace continued until I was nothing more than a writhing mess, my body trapped between him and the wall. What an enjoyable type of torture this was, especially since... A strangled sound halfway between a moan and a shout escaped my lips when Kain abruptly thrust deep, impaling me all the way to the hilt with a swift, stabbing action that had me seeing stars behind my eyelids.
I untangled my fingers from his hair so I could grab hold of his bared shoulders. His own hand slid down to firmly grip the back of my neck whilst the other gripped my ass just as tightly. Those sharp claws dug into the delicate skin of my ass. Little pinpricks of almost pain.
At first, I thought Kain would continue. That he would set a more brutal pace. But no. We just... stayed like that for a long moment, with him sheathed to the hilt within my core and me panting for breath, shivering and longing for more. His lips pressed against my throat in gentle kisses that slowly changed into lazy suckling ones, fangs nicking my neck but not piercing. I almost laughed.
He was leaving hickeys... Oh, they'd heal swiftly enough, but still, I hadn't really expected that. Another feeding, yes, but not... Once more, my thoughts were forcibly scattered as those fangs sank back into my skin. How much blood had Kain taken by now? A pint? Two? All I knew was that the Hunger hadn't hit me. Not yet, at least.
I moaned softly. The renewed feeding was incredible. The feel of Kain buried so deep, stretching me so wonderfully was... I bucked against him, trying to force him in and out of my body on my own, but even now, I was too thoroughly trapped. And he kept me trapped, squirming, for several more seconds before finally beginning to move again. When I tried to move with him, the hand at my ass shifted to catch my hip, forcibly holding me still. Prolonging the torturously slow pace that he'd decided upon.
Each time he pulled back, he waited for a moment with just the tip of that hardened flesh left within me before driving back in hard and blindingly fast. Cries of pained pleasure spilled from my throat at each harsh thrust. Each firm impact against my cervix made me whine. No longer able to contain myself, I began to nip and bite at his ear. At his neck. Not to feed, but to... well, to be honest, I wasn't quite sure why at that point. Instinct drove me to scratch my claws along his shoulders and the back of his neck. Oh, the wounds healed quickly enough. All it really did was color the air with his blood-scent.
Kain growled against my throat, the noise muffled by my skin. His chest pushed against mine, keeping my upper body pinned against the wall as he took me with wild, dominating thrusts of his hips. That harsh pace quickened, his length pistoning in and out of my core faster and faster before Kain slowed... only to resume the prior pace. And through it all, he fed. Slowly. So damnably slow. Everything he was doing somehow kept me right at the edge of release but never actually allowed me to fall off that metaphorical cliff.
"Bas-you... I... Need to..." my words failed me, and I whined, high and needy. "Kain!"
Chuckling darkly, he pulled his fangs from my neck, licking and nibbling at the punctures as they healed. I winced. The wounds were healing slower than they should... had I only lost one to two pints of blood. My eyes fluttered open, and I stared blindly at the ceiling. I took a deep breath and froze. Hunger seared through me. On instinct, I moved to sink my fangs into his own throat, but Kain's firm, clawed grip on the back of my neck kept me from succeeding.
I struggled weakly, letting out a plaintive, wordless moan of need. Again I tried to pull free, to bite. When Kain didn't release me, I snarled and dug my claws into his shoulders. Tried to pull him closer. He was easily able to resist my tugging.
Kain leaned back, a dark smirk curling his lips upward. He leaned forward and nudged my chin with his nose. His Aura pulsed over mine in a light caress, and I let out a keening breath, instinctively baring my throat to him. An approving purr filled the air. A moment later, Kain's fangs sank roughly into the flesh beneath my right ear. I jerked against him with a small yelp.
No pleasure followed on the heels of that bite. Just mild agony as Kain tore very precisely at the spot. He pulled back a hair, lips hovering just over the wound. Kain began to murmur something under his breath even as he began to thrust faster into my body. Distracted as I was by the feeling of that hard cock pushing in and out of my clenching body, not to mention the rising Hunger, I couldn't make out what he was saying. Still, there was no mistaking the sudden flood of magic that pulsed through me when he stopped speaking.
That pulse of power ripped through me. I jerked my head back with a yelp, head smacking hard against the wall. The sharp impact dazed me, and I reached back, reached up, claws digging at and then into the stone above me as if to support myself. The magic pulsed against my neck, sending intense shocks bursting through me. It solidified into... something... after a few intense moments. Kain nuzzled at the area, causing additional shocks of pleasure to sing through me. I whined at the intensity of the sensation.
"W-what...?" I started, only to whimper as he shifted my body so that he could nip, lick and suckle at my breasts as he continued to drive that hard shaft into my open body.
Questions were forgotten in short order as he continued that rough onslaught. My legs tightened around Kain's waist. Hells, I could feel my entire body tightening around him as I tried to hold him closer, to somehow pull him deeper. He growled low in pleasure, his thrusts stuttering for a moment before resuming that controlled pace. All of a sudden, he released my neck, allowing me to move. To strike.
Only I couldn't seem to make myself do it. A strange lethargy had overcome me after that odd rush of magic. What I could do, was lean forward to nip and lick at his ear. His neck. My fangs brushed lightly against his throat, and he shifted, nudging his neck harder against my mouth. Kain's hand closed on the back of my head, gently, silently urging me to feed. I suckled gently at the skin of his throat before finally biting down. Blood rushed into my mouth. Blood that... tasted like copper, bittersweet chocolate, coiled lightning, fire, and power all at once.
"Yes," Kain purred, his voice a deep, rumbling growl. "Take what you need..."
Taking that as encouragement, I sank my fangs deeper into his flesh. Tried to feed deeper. Faster. I wanted, needed, more of that rich power-filled blood. Kain's hands tightened around me, a deeper growl filling the air. He allowed me to feed for several moments before sinking his fangs back into my throat, though his feeding was slow compared to my rapid, desperate feeding.
Pleasure began to overwhelm my senses. Pleasure at feeding on his dark-sweet blood. At his feeding on me. Pleasure as he drove that hard length deep within me. Kain began to push into me harder and faster, and I found myself struggling inexpertly to meet those demanding thrusts. I let out a throttled, muffled groan against his throat. My hips bucked wildly, and I found myself unable to truly match the rhythm he had set. His hand moved from the back of my head to grab hold of my other hip. He forced me down, guiding me to meet his pace even as he shifted the angle.
A sharp, muffled cry escaped my lips. My body tightened around Kain's length in a shuddering tremor that rocked through me. That change in angle had caused that hard rod to pass against a singular place within me. A sharp thrill shot up my spine like a jolt of lightning. I pulled back from my feeding, my back arching against the wall as I moaned loud and low. I was close now. Close to my first true climax at the hands and touch of another person. On some level, he must have felt my need and want for release because he began to drive himself that much faster, that much harder, up into me even as his fangs slid from my neck.
"That's it, Little One," he purred in my ear, his voice made deep with dark satisfaction. "Let me hear you."
Breathless sounds of want, of need, escaped me. Kain's hands tightened further still on my hips, and I arched against him with a whine. Whimpering, wordless, begging cries escaped me, and I writhed in his grasp. I couldn't escape. I didn't want to escape. My claws scratched helplessly against the stone wall. I needed... I wanted... My hands fell to Kain's shoulders, and I grasped at him desperately. I felt so stretched, full in a way that seemed impossible. Oh, but it all felt so damnably good.
"Yes," he growled in my ear. "Now."
As if he'd planned it or was simply that good at reading someone, I was shoved over that edge into the bliss of release. As I fell to that inexorable tidal wave, Kain's mouth closed over mine in a rough kiss. He gave a final, powerful thrust that forced a muffled scream of pleasure from me. I bucked roughly in his grasp, my legs tightening around his waist with bruising strength. Desperately, I returned that kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck, fingers tangling roughly in his hair. Kain held me firmly in his arms, keeping me pinned against him as I writhed in pleasure. His kiss intensified. It was as if he were attempting to swallow down my cries. My moans.
After a few moments, I went limp in his arms. My limbs twitched with uncontrollable spasms. I whimpered, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through my system. Kain gave me a few moments and then slid his length from my body. A groan of complaint escaped me, and he let out a soothing rumble. He shifted me around in his grasp so that he was carrying me. I kept my arms loosely around his neck, far too overwhelmed with pleasure to do anything else but remain placid in his arms.
Kain moved us to a nearby bedroom and laid me down upon the large, silk-covered bed within. I squirmed against the smooth sheets, luxuriating in the feeling of the cloth for once. After a dazed moment, I realized when I caught sight of the Reaver leaning against the wall that this was his bed-chamber. I blinked lazily up at him as my breathing began to slow. He was looking me over, a smirk on his lips. Those blue-gold eyes were filled with darksome pleasure.
He moved onto the bed, crouching over my form. He leaned down, lips pressing against my own in a lazy yet deep kiss. He pulled back, and I took the time to look him over. Oh. Why? My brows rose and then furrowed at the sight of him, still hard and ready. My gaze shifted to meet his, and I knew that my confusion was writ clear on my face. Why had he held back and focused so on my pleasure over his own?
"Why give into my need for release when we can continue for hours yet, hmm?" he asked as he answered my silent question.
"I'm just..." I let out a bemused huff and reached up to slowly run my fingers through that long, silvery hair. "I'm surprised you focused on me. On my pleasure..."
Kain chuckled softly at my perplexed expression and nuzzled at my neck where he had bitten me. Marked me. Or at least, I was fairly certain that it was a mark of some sort. That brief brush of lips against the area made me gasp as a spike of pleasure stabbed through me. I wondered, did this... mark... mean that I was his? That I was off-limits to other vampires? The thought felt... right for some reason. He nicked my ear lightly with his fangs and then licked away the blood before he whispered softly into my ear.
"There is far more pleasure to be found this eve for us both," he murmured softly. "I've no intention of leaving you wanting, let alone conscious by the end of this night, Little One."
I gave a faint, breathless laugh at his words. Pushing myself onto shaky arms, I kissed him as deeply as I could before I let my body fall back against the soft bed with a soft, contented sound. Kain smirked down at me, trailing his claws over the front of my body. I reached up to trail my hands over his neck in turn. Dragged my claws slowly down his chest. I let out a pleased purr when I felt, more than saw, the shiver of pleasure that ran through him. It seemed as if he liked a bit of pain with the pleasure. Good to know.
"Promises, promises," I said breathlessly, even as a faint smile came to my lips. "And I told you before, my name is Katrina."
"That you did... my Little One," he responded with a low laugh.
Kain's lips pressed firmly against mine, his hands trailing slowly down the front of my body. Claws teased at my breasts, and I moaned openly, my back arching into his touch. My body was hypersensitive, and each touch made me writhe beneath him. I dipped my hands down, brushing the pads of my fingers over that still hard rod of flesh. He growled, lips pressing harder against my own. I let out another contented sound as I returned that kiss and found that I didn't mind the idea of being 'busy' long into the night.
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