21
Oh Glory
Chapter I: New Blood
Explicit content throughout.
I didn't realize I was holding my breath until I let out a sigh as we come to a stop in front of Trudy's house. Hope's driving is truly frightening…
Hope jumps out of the car and moves with vampire speed to the sidewalk. She picks up a frame from a discarded pile of stuff from the house. From the looks of it, it's everything that I've given to Trudy. I get out of the car and stretch my legs, still stiff from the drive.
"You know, I got to hand it to that girl. She moves fast."
Really? "Her name's Trudy. And after what you did, I don't blame her."
"Unbelievable. You're finally free, and you're just gonna go back? I thought I convinced you how much being a human sucks." She holds up the picture frame from the detritus of my failed relationship with Trudy, further illustrating her point. Looking at the picture makes me feel uncomfortable. Just a visual reminder of how I've tried in vain to stifle the disappointment and boredom of a life I've lived for centuries.
She has a point…maybe I hadn't completely thought this through. Did I really want to be so vulnerable? Am I willing to have my clock start ticking for real, slowly but surely winding toward my inevitable human death? And Trudy…am I defending her because I love her? Or do I just feel like that's what I'm supposed to do now that I'm her seemingly long-term boyfriend?
All these self-reflective questions just sound like excuses. Deep down, I know that none of it matters, however I try to frame it. I can't just talk myself into something I don't really feel. I've tried to deny my connection with Hope for so long, out of fear, perhaps? I've tried to do the respectable thing and keep some distance from Hope because of her history with my little brother. Even though I never liked Landon, I still felt ashamed about my…feelings?
For Hope…
I can't stay silent anymore. Not in this moment. It could easily be my last chance if I don't act now.
Shutting the car's passenger door, I stride toward her onto the sidewalk.
"You know what, Hope? You're right. Being human…it's just my petty excuse for wanting to take revenge on my father forever. Sure, he can't control me like he used to, but his hold on my mind is still so strong." I move even closer to her. Her bright blue eyes widen slightly on my approach. Her lips part as her head tilts back so she can meet my gaze. Our difference in height was suddenly pronounced.
"I'll be honest. I didn't expect you to say that." She quipped, with a hint of surprise.
"Well, maybe you don't know me as well as you think you do. However, I do find your arrogance kind of charming." My reply must have had some effect on her…I swear I saw a twinkle in her eyes just now, despite her no-humanity cold expression. She redirected her gaze down to my widening smile before meeting mine again. There it is again. The hint of a smile, the suggestion of attraction…
"Charming?" she replied. "Is that supposed to be a compliment?"
I straightened my shoulders, bracing for her reaction. She's so unpredictable, even more so now that she has shut off her humanity.
"Yeah, it is. And it's a long time coming. We've had this back-and-forth ever since we met, and things have changed so much since then. We've become friends. Admit it." I figured she would need a challenge in order to produce a response with some candor.
She sucked in a sharp breath and held up the picture frame again for me to see. It's Trudy and I in a state of performative bliss.
"What's the point of being friends if you're just gonna drag yourself back into that sad relationship? And even if we were friends, you wouldn't exactly approve of my lifestyle these days. You've made that pretty clear."
Okay. Time for a grand gesture. "First of all, I'm not going to 'drag myself' back into Trudy's life." I snatch the frame out of her hand and, to Hope's astonishment, slam it on the ground. Its glass shatters along with any shred of regard for Trudy I might have had.
"Second, I don't just want to be friends. I want you, Hope. Even in your current state you can't deny we have a connection." She opens her mouth to speak, but I hold up my hand to indicate that I am not finished.
"Please withhold the choice disparaging remark you were about to pummel me with and just let me finish." My approach seems to be working. She looks like she's biting her tongue to keep from speaking.
"My third and final point is this: I don't want to be human. I want to be more than that. Better. Superior. Fearless. And most of all, worthy of you. I know even if I were to become a vampire my powers would never rival yours, but I'm okay with that. I want your respect, Hope, because I like you. I'm sorry it took me so long to tell you. I truly thought I'd never see you again, but seeing you here, now…please say something."
"You want to be a vampire?" she asks with what I think is genuine curiosity.
"Yes. I meant every word of that." I could feel my cheeks burning and my hands trembling. She's so hard to read, her face stone cold. But her eyes…I'm sure I can see her.
Feeling desperate for a response, I almost start another monologue. Before I can embarrass myself any further, she smirks darkly and raises her eyebrows.
"That's more like it." Her reply softens me, giving me relief. I giggle nervously and smile. As she moves closer, closer still…I realize what she's doing.
Finally.
How many nights have I spent lying awake wishing for this? Her kiss, so profoundly compelling, an all-consuming thing… In my mind, I've kissed her in every way imaginable. But this time it's real.
She presses her lips to mine surprisingly gently. I thought that if she would kiss me at all with her humanity off, it would be rough and uninhibited. But the way she just softly kissed me now suggests that she does care…about me. At least a little bit.
I stare at her in disbelief, taking in her expression. I have to read her, to know the inner workings of her mind before she can go cold again. But her sweet smile only widens further.
Tonight seems to be the night for taking chances, so I reach out to her, weaving my hands into her hair, cradling her beautiful face. She embraces me in turn, grabbing my collar and pulling hard. With unbridled passion, our lips meet again in a blaze of glory.
For a moment, time stands still. Then, a sudden sensation of flight, of movement…then the sound of a door slamming. It takes a second for me to realize she has pulled us both into the apparently empty house, all the while holding our fervent kissing steady. I have to catch my breath, so I pull back and turn toward the hallway. I reach out a hand and Hope takes it, practically running with me to the bedroom.
Even though I expect it, her movements are alarmingly fast. She works on instinct, shedding her leather jacket and boots in one swift motion. She juts her chin toward me and practically rips her shirt from her body, indicating I should do the same. I fumble with my top button while I kick off my shoes. With her signature attitude, Hope rolls her eyes.
"Come on, Clarke. Do you really expect me to be patient like a human? Let me." She stretches her hand and retracts it in a come-hither motion, pulling me forward with her curious magic.
"Well, excuse me for being human," I retort. "And by the way, I already told you my name is Ryan. Did you forget that along with your manners?" She's not the only one who can have an attitude.
She laughs. "What good are manners when you have magic?" Hope brings her index finger up to my collar and slides it down slowly, opening each button with her magic.
This is really happening right now.
I can't resist her. I grab a fistful of her long, soft hair at the back of her head and pull her in to kiss me. She responds with ardor, unbuckling my belt, not with magic, but with her own hands. The proximity of her hands, moving so deftly above my dick, ignites me from within. I can't wait to show her the intensity of my feelings for her.
Hope breaks the kiss for me to breathe again. "Do you want this, Ryan?"
Her smirk, however cute it may be, intimidates me a little. But not enough to throw me off. "Do I want what? Your body? To have sex with you? I think you know the answer to that." I tug at the waistband of her jeans, undoing the button and zipper with newfound confidence.
"Tell me you want more than this shitty, pathetic human existence. I need a partner in crime, not a whiny pushover boyfriend who can't hold his own." She stares at me. I reply instantly.
"I want immortality, and power, and blood. And I want you to give it to me. But most of all, I want to earn it." Her breathing quickens as my words sink in. I need to say this in no uncertain terms, so I lock her in a tight embrace and look her in the eyes.
"And I don't just want to have sex with you. I. Want. To. Fuck." That's it. Whatever guard she had up before now evaporates. With our clothes off and strewn about the room, I grasp her shoulders and push her back, hard, onto the bed. Her hair flares out around her face. She expects me to kiss her, but I surprise her by dragging my lips down her body, bypassing so much of her that I want to give attention to, and will soon. My eyes are on the prize. I kneel slightly and grasp the backs of her thighs and push them hard against the bed, opening her up to me. She stares down into my eyes, conveying her anticipation.
Fuck yes.
The only article of clothing she left on is her panties. Black, lace, probably French and very expensive. I suddenly feel like pushing her buttons, so I tug them harshly and they make a slight ripping sound. I'm sure she can afford to replace them. I laugh softly and take them off her as she huffs, taking playful offense to my assault on her panties.
Here she is, in my bed, completely exposed and ready for me. It's my privilege to glide my lips and tongue gently over her clit. Testing the waters, gauging her reaction…
"Yes, Ryan…" she whimpers and pushes my resolve straight over the edge. I am done being this gentle.
Her pussy is sweeter than I could have ever imagined. It's intoxicating. So smooth and warm. As my tongue relentlessly laps at her, as I wrap my lips around her pussy and suck, alternating between the two tactics, the sound of her desperate whimpers envelops me like silk. I pull away reluctantly, knowing that I can taste her again later. I must have her.
Hope twists her fingers in my hair and tugs me up to kiss her again. She can't seem to get enough of my mouth on hers, our tongues dancing in perfect synchronization. She tastes absolutely perfect.
Hope swiftly maneuvers me back to a standing position. Are we moving to the floor? No…she has other plans. Staring up at me, she kneels before me and bestows her attention on the rigid, pulsing cock in front of her gorgeous face. Her exquisite mouth opens and she wraps her lips around me.
Bliss.
Hope achieves the perfect balance between eager and gentle in her task. My most sensitive part of my, let's be honest, weak human body in such close proximity with her supernaturally sharp teeth is enough to make a man really nervous. But she doesn't want to hurt me, I remind myself. She takes me further into her mouth, sucking, licking, encasing me.
I've never seen a sight so beautiful in my overly long, depressing life.
Determined to make this last, I try to contain myself, which proves difficult. It's quite a feat to try to stay in control while my cock grazes the back of Hope's throat, so hot, so wet…the sounds of her gagging and moaning nearly taking me over the edge.
"Enough."
I grab hold of her hair once again and yank her off of me. I throw her back onto the bed, landing her head on the pillows. I hover over her and kiss her dripping wet mouth. I want her. I need her. I must have her…
I reach down to her pussy and find that it is so gratifyingly wet. My fingers instinctually slide against her, stroking her clit and making her moan like a sweet little whore. I could finger her now, but I want the first time I get to be inside her to be with my dick.
Then she says something I never thought she'd say to me in real life.
"Please fuck me, Ryan."
You don't have to tell me twice…
Heat. Oh, the feel of her is truly unbelievable. The most powerful being in the world, the most incredibly beautiful girl, completely mine in this moment. She takes my cock deep inside her with an unmistakable look of gratitude in her visage. I smile at her, knowing her pleasure increases exponentially with every thrust I give.
"Harder!" she whimpers. Oh, yes.
I hitch her legs up so they wrap around me. She squeezes them, the movement tightening her pussy. Fuck.
She wants it harder? That's what I'll give her.
I retract my hips, nearly sliding out of her, only the tip remaining inside. I watch her expression change from desperation to anger. Her eyes shine brightly, dark veins pulsing underneath. She bares her sharp fangs, trying again to intimidate me.
I laugh darkly and slam into her.
She moans louder than before, really getting into it now. We've both been rather gentle with each other up until this point. The notion that my human strength is even close to a match with hers is comical, but she has yielded to me in the spirit of mutual pleasure. Even with no humanity, Hope can really be sweet sometimes.
She bucks her hips up, meeting every thrust. I feel the energy building up inside me. I crave the connection with her, so I pay close attention to her reactions. Her pleasure is mounting too, nearly ready for release. Time to show her what I've got. Where my strength may fall short in comparison to hers, I am always able to work her over with my words.
"Come on, Hope. I know you want it. I know you like this." I kiss her, exploring her sweet panting mouth. She's speechless, moaning and gasping in time with my cock pounding her to the hilt, over and over again.
"You're going to come with me. Yes, that's right baby, you know you want to come for me…come on…come for me, Hope."
She squeals with wild abandon, her legs stiffening and her pussy gripping my dick sends me over the edge with her into oblivion. My cock pulses inside her, dragging out the sensation as I fill her. She takes it all.
I collapse on top of her. I'm not completely spent, but I seem to be in a kind of daze in the midst of this evening's events. We went from being marginally friends who happen to annoy the hell out of each other to lovers in a matter of hours. The thought makes my head spin. Maybe I should try to catch my breath.
I open my eyes and find her gazing at me, which makes me smile. She is so beautiful.
I lean down to kiss her, wanting so much to show her my appreciation for what she just gave to me. The gift of her body. Right before our lips touch, her eyes shine again with their haunting, dark veins, revealing her vampiric nature that really should scare me.
Stunning.
And confusing. Just a couple of hours ago, I was actively afraid of her. She's so powerful, so unpredictable, so inhuman…but now that I've had her, I'm not afraid of her anymore. It's a revelation that will determine our future together, if she wants to have one, that is.
In wonder, I smile at what should be a menacing, violent image.
"I want to feed on you, Ryan." She declares.
I blink a few times before responding. "Since when does Hope Mikaelson ask for permission? Don't you usually just take what you want?" I ask. She absentmindedly twirls a curl of my hair around her delicate finger.
"Yeah, I usually do. But it's like I said, I want a partner in crime. I may not care about anything anymore, but I can't deny that what we just did means something. I want you to leave this ridiculous substitute for a life you've built here in Georgia and come with me, wherever I end up going. So no, I won't compel you. I won't feed on you. If you say no, I'll just turn you and the temptation will no longer be a factor."
My eyes widened. "You want to turn me?"
"Isn't that what you want?" she asked.
I nod in disbelief and move in to kiss her. She doesn't deny me this time. I feel her hands cradle my face and slide into my hair as I deepen our kiss. God, she's sweet. I can't get enough.
I open my eyes and meet hers. They look as if they are imploring for a reply to her offer.
"Yes, baby, I want you to turn me. But before you do, I want you to have a taste. Go ahead." I tilt my head back a little, giving her clearer access to my neck. Her face goes vampiric again, the need for blood reaching a crescendo inside her.
"Just one taste." She says as she pushes against me, flipping us over. The image of her straddling me, completely nude and bared to me, my dick still inside her…it's enough to just about kill me with its perfection. The added bonus is her vampiric face, so hauntingly beautiful as she stares at me like I'm her prized prey.
Wasting no more time, she positions her mouth at the right spot on my neck, presumably to avoid any major arteries so as to protect my fragile human life. Then, a loving gesture, she cradles my face in one hand, sliding her thumb across my lips. I smile in anticipation.
"Sine sensu transmutari." She whispers softly. I barely have a moment to wonder what the hell she's saying before I feel the effects of her spell, or don't feel it, rather. The side of my neck feels slightly numb…because she doesn't want this bite to hurt me too much. That's…sweet.
She sinks her teeth into my skin, letting out a soft moan as the blood starts flowing into her mouth. I know it's supposed to hurt, but her spell has done its job. I feel just enough pain for me to kind of…enjoy it? Outweighing the mild pain is the feel of her soft lips sucking gently. It's euphoria to me. I'm flowing inside her head, her veins, her pussy…
My eyes open suddenly, reacting to a strange metallic taste in my mouth. Hope…she's pushed her wrist onto my lips, hard. It's her blood. Flowing into my mouth, ripe for the taking.
She's turning me. Now.
"Drink." She commands. I look up at her exquisite form and oblige. I can't say I like the taste or its thick texture, however I will soon grow to love the taste of blood so much I'll be willing to kill for it. And Hope will show me how. I dutifully swallow a mouthful.
She pulls her wrist away, and at the same time, releases my neck. It heals immediately. Her blood has corrected any damage she has done to my neck. With a strange pang of wistfulness, I silently wish that her bite would leave a scar. I know it won't, but I want her to mark me somehow with something tangible. I'm so grateful that it is she who is making me a vampire. Making me strong, fast, fearless, immortal…
Hope sits up, sliding her hands over my bare chest. She looks down at me seductively as I stare at her in wonder and admiration. I will never forget this moment.
Her beauty is breathtaking. Her eyes are bright and alive with some mischievous thought, bringing an air of excitement to the room. Her hair shines with streaks of gold and silver as the moonlight travels through the window and illuminates her angelic, vampiric face. She licks her lips, which are still smeared with my blood. This sensuous moment being the very last of my human life is better than I ever dreamed it could be.
"Ready to be my partner in crime?" She asks with a smirk.
Now or never. "We both know you want more than that, Hope."
"Yeah? What is it we both want, Ryan Clarke?"
"We both want this to never end. So sure, I'll be your partner in crime, but only if you promise me that we will be…partners." Honesty is the best policy…
"Partners." Hope tests out the word. Her face takes on an expression I haven't seen since before she turned off her humanity. It's her. The Hope that I knew before. The same look on her face as when I caught her in my arms, holding her while we were stuck inside Malivore. Surprise, yes, but there's something else too. Like she's giving in to her instincts, letting every other inhibition fall away.
I have to ask her. "So, how does that sound? Friends. Partners. Lovers. That is what I'm ready for. I'll shut off my humanity too, because I'm already giving that up anyway. Caring about most things is overrated, as you well know. I want to be beyond human with you by my side. Just give me that. Be my sire and my lover, Hope."
She sums it all up in one simple word. "Yes."
And then…darkness. Nothing. No, something…if I just…wake up…
Immediately I'm disoriented. I can barely pay attention to where I am, though it feels familiar. It…smells familiar? But the ringing in my ears drowns it out.
"Ryan?" Someone is saying my name…
"Ryan Clarke." It's her. It's Hope. Her soft voice, calling out for me…
I turn my head toward the sound of her voice, and my eyes come into focus.
My first vampire memory, formed in this moment, stands out taller and brighter than any memory from my past lives, human or otherwise. No words can describe the sublimity of her beauty, except…a goddess. My goddess. Hope.
A sense of relief rushes through me. Everything is becoming clear now.
"Thank you." I express my gratitude by reaching up and pulling her into a tight embrace. I need to wrap myself around her, to be inside her…
But the muffled ringing sound in my ears is getting louder by the minute. So loud that I can't hear what Hope seems to hear clearly. She cocks her head to the side.
"Trudy's home." She says matter-of-factly.
A new rush of memories overtakes me. Memories that aren't exactly special to me…just a fake life that I performed for too long before Hope came back to me. Trudy, who had done nothing wrong, really. The sweet girl who loved me right away, and didn't waste any time tying me down. But now I'm not sure it was actually love on her end either. She was just as desperate as I was.
How pathetic.
What? Where did that come from? A new feeling bursts in my mind, fresh and hard as steel. Anger, superiority, contempt, and…desire? But not the same thing as the desire I know. I don't know.
Hope got up and started gathering clothes as I tried to piece together these disparate emotions that melded together in my confused, overstimulated mind. Is this what being a vampire feels like? No, it has to be just because I'm new…I need…I haven't…fed.
Sitting up on the edge of the bed, I realize that I'm fully dressed in the pants and shirt I was wearing before Hope practically ripped them off my body. I can't get distracted by that memory now…
I engage my senses. A heartbeat, in the other room, coming down the hallway…footsteps, the breathing…the turning of a doorknob.
"Ryan?" Trudy's high-pitched voice rang through the room and made me focus on what was happening. I stood up quickly and glanced at Hope, who was lounging on the bed in nothing but a bra and her slightly torn lace panties. How could she look so nonchalant? I'm about to implode here.
I could hardly register Trudy's absolute freak-out fit over what she walked into here. Hope, in the bed, Trudy's bed…fuck.
Blood stained pillows. Two people who have clearly been intimate.
Honestly, I don't blame her for screaming at us. I squeezed my eyes shut. But her voice was suddenly muffled. I dared to open my eyes, and the sight in front of me was surprisingly…funny?
"Oh, shut up, you desperate spinster." Hope sneered, her hand clamped around Trudy's mouth, her other holding both of Trudy's hands behind her back as if she were in handcuffs.
A giggle escaped my mouth. What? Why would I laugh at this?
Hope smiled and looked me in the eyes. "Ryan, you look like you need some blood. Care to do the honors?" she asked.
What is she asking me? "What, feed on Trudy? But I…" I trailed off, not knowing what to say.
"You what? You don't want to hurt her?" Hope moves rapidly toward me, dragging Trudy with her. She kicks the back of Trudy's legs and they buckle, bringing her to her knees in front of me. I'm disoriented by the image of her in this state, surely about to meet her end, but not because I feel bad for her. Why don't I feel any compassion for her right now?
"I think you do want to hurt her. I definitely do, and I definitely will, but I want you to have the first bite. Don't you want to sink your teeth into her pretty little neck and suck her dry? Don't you want to kill her?" she pauses, waiting for an answer. I say nothing.
"I want you to kill her…and I want you to like it." Why did that sound like a command?
I don't want to ask any more questions. I don't want to think about anything. I want to act on my instincts, which as of now are heavily in favor of…doing exactly what Hope said. Something shifts within me…something deep, something significant. Like flipping a switch, like turning off a light.
My teeth become sharper. My mind goes into perfect focus, in flawless synchronization with my senses. There is only desire for this fragile, pathetic little human's blood that is mine for the tasting. With every swallow, my already questionable humanity crumbles away into rubble.
I move with animal precision, clinching the human girl roughly, without a care for whatever pain she might feel as a result of my assault. My lips pierce her delicate skin and the potency of her blood overtakes me. She even tries to fight back a little, which makes Hope laugh. The sound of her laughter encourages me to suck harder, to bite further into this yielding flesh. For the grand finale, Hope sinks her teeth into the other side of Trudy's neck. Feeding with her, together in our common goal of filling ourselves with this pitiful human's blood…it's rapturous, and I get to experience it here with my goddess, my lover, my sire.
When there is no more blood left for her to give, I release Trudy's limp, pale body and let it fall to the floor with a loud thud. Hope skims her thumb across a trail of blood that drips from her sexy mouth, collecting every last drop and sucking it off of her thumb.
This time, I'll be able to hold my own. My newly immortal form will protect me from her, shall we say, playfulness. Sure, she could still hurt me if she wanted to, but she agreed to be my partner. Besides, if she really wanted to kill me, she would have done it ages ago. I think I'm in the clear, judging by her apparent attraction for me. Heat flares in my chest, igniting my need for Hope.
I must have her again. I want to fuck her so obscenely that even she won't be able to keep her carefully crafted control that she's always performing to everyone around her.
I launch myself into her arms. Her mouth is nothing short of vicious as she explores mine in turn. I begin to feel like we're weaving ourselves together, opening our minds to each other like we never have before. My face sort of…tingles? No, more like a twinge…under my eyes, and my teeth, sharpening rapidly. Oh, yes. This is the carnality of my desire for Hope manifesting as if I were thirsty for blood. It's fascinating, learning to distinguish between the two appetites. The fresh blood from the spent human girl that flows through me now reaches every nerve ending, all sparking with a strange static electricity, my body a pulsing network of live wires.
I decide now is as good a time as any to see just how far my new vampire powers can go, so I try to hasten to beyond human speed as I spin Hope around so that I'm behind her. I grasp the back of her neck and push her down, smashing her face into the bed, bending her over and pressing her ass into my hardening dick. Fuck, she is so beautiful…
She moans, breathy and emphatic. It's like music, every sound she makes like a symphony. I revel in the sound of her lust for a fraction of a second, filing it away in my mind so I'll never forget it.
I trail my hand down her back, unhooking her bra on my way down. It pops open and I laugh softly. Hope lets out a muffled moan and struggles against my hold, trying to use her hands to push herself up.
Oh, no, baby. I don't think so. I clutch both her wrists and shove them down on the bed, maintaining my hold and keeping her bound. I lean down so that our heads touch and the weight of my body holds hers in place, positioning my mouth close to her ear. Her hair feels like silk on the side of my face.
"I'm sorry, Hope. I didn't realize you thought you were the one in charge here." my sarcastic apology comes out in a husky whisper. Hope's breath becomes louder and faster. She squirms underneath me, still fighting, so I roughly yank off her panties, such ornate yet fragile lace. They practically disintegrate in my now supernaturally strong hands.
"I'm always the one in charge, Clarke." She remarks playfully, with mock disdain on my surname.
"Doesn't look like it from my vantage point." I underscore my point by pressing one hand down on the middle of her back and raking the other up her thigh. I find her pussy, so hot and wet that I know she's ready for me to claim it. I slide my middle and ring fingers into her slick pussy.
She whines with pleasure, my fingers gliding in and out, working her, getting her ready for me. I gradually pick up the pace.
"And by the way, stop fucking calling me Clarke. I like to think we're on a first name basis, don't you?" I ask, teasing her.
She laughs.
"And as for who's in charge," I continue. "go ahead and try me."
With that brave declaration, I pull my fingers from her and smack her ass hard. Her wail of pleasure and the biting crack I administered reverberates off the walls. Before she has a chance to catch her breath, I slam my cock into her tight little pussy.
She stretches out, angling herself so she can take more and more of my length into her. I move faster, driving my cock into this beautiful goddess like an absolute savage.
I want to feel even more of her, so I slide my hand into her hair at the scalp and grab a fistful. I yank it harder than I would do to a regular human. Hope can handle it. She moans and lets my hand guide her. She stays like that for me, bent over still but with her back arched and head back. She holds herself up slightly with her elbows and hands, giving me the exact position I was looking for. I slide my hands around to her full breasts, so soft and delicate. I maintain a steady rhythm, fucking her fiercely while giving her beautiful tits the attention they deserve. Hope's breathing quickens.
"Fuck…yes, Ryan…please…please…" she pants.
"Please what?" I ask condescendingly, clearly maintaining the upper hand.
"Please make me come." She begs.
I decide to play with her a little before indulging her.
"Yeah, you want to come, huh? You think you deserve it?"
She whines, the sound so sweet that I drive into her with even more brute force.
"Speechless, are you? That's a first. You usually have some sassy little reply. And you're so used to being a spoiled little princess. So, go ahead. You want to come? You have to earn it."
How hard can I spank her before it actually harms her? I honestly don't think I'm capable of inflicting real damage, even if I wanted to. She's so much stronger than me, just a brand-new vampire. And her, my god…a powerful witch, a fierce werewolf, and a cunning vampire, all in one. A mythical creature if there ever was one. A true goddess.
Either way, I decide to give it a try. I push her back down onto the bed and smack her ass with all my might. Again, again, again…
"Fuck!" She exclaims and grips the sheets with tight fists. I'm so wrapped up in the raw carnality of the moment, so I increase the pace of my thrusts once more.
"Earn it, baby." I whisper.
She curses again as I pound her relentlessly, my own gruff moans encouraging her. I deliver another harsh spank to her ass, then another, then another.
Her pussy clenches tight around my dick and she throws her head back in ecstasy. I have no intention of stopping yet, so I fuck her straight through her orgasm. Fuck, I was able to make her come practically on cue with my violent ministrations. The thought brings me to the brink.
"Did I earn it?" She asks, breathless, still enduring my cock slamming her pussy.
With a smirk, I reply. "Fuck yes." I come inside her with grandeur, my breathy sighs rough with reckless pleasure.
Her eyes…I want to look into her eyes. I grasp her shoulder and flip her over and can't help but smile when I see her face. She's glowing, breathing heavily, dazed and replete. Her smile, sweet and salacious, draws me to her mouth. The second our lips touch, our minds open wide and we can see right through each other. Both our heads are teeming with darkness, the lack of humanity apparent for sure. But in this moment, we both see each other as…equals.
We break the kiss and our eyes meet. Dark, sly smiles overtake our faces and we both laugh, appreciating all our little secrets that we now share.
Hope runs her hands through my messed up hair and tightens her grip. I love the way it feels.
"Let's go set the world on fire." Her words sound like a challenge.
My eyes widen in excitement. An idea strikes me and I get up with lightning speed, still reveling in my new strength and speed. I pick up the clothes that we have thrown around the room, which I realize now was hours ago. I toss Hope's clothes to her then dress myself, happy to find that the contents of my pockets are still there. Good.
"Get dressed. We're leaving now." I command.
She looks surprised at first, but then she just shrugs and dresses quickly. Leaving the bed in shambles, I reach for Trudy's limp body, right where I left it, drained and ghostly white. Hope stares at me expectantly.
I snatch Trudy's hair and start out the door, dragging her into the hallway. Hope follows behind me. "What are you doing? Don't get me wrong, I am loving this. It's just kinda unexpected."
I could just drop Trudy, but I want to emphasize the absence of any shred of humanity I had being now erased. So, I slam her head down on the floor, which elicits a distinct cracking sound. I laugh darkly and look at Hope. She smiles back at me.
"I'm setting the world on fire." I race to the kitchen and reach around the back of the stove, snapping a gas line with a quick flick of my fingers. I immediately pick up the scent of gas in the air. Hope joins me, looking amused and quite pleased with herself. She watches me reach into my pocket and produce a Zippo lighter, engraved with the Triad logo. I won't be sad to see it go. My face twinges again with that strange feeling, my teeth sharpen and my wicked smile says all I need to say. Hope nods once, jutting her chin out, encouraging me. I flick the lighter and drop it straight into Trudy's lifeless hand, then Hope and I run faster than I've ever moved before, out the door. The explosion of flames erupts, but I don't look back to see it. I just turn to look at Hope, her hair blowing wildly around her beautiful face as we sprint away into the night.