The scent of her flesh and blood was intoxicating, searing his inflamed senses. D could feel the eager, impatient strokes of her fingers, her lips, maddening in their listlessness. He was grasping at the edge of reason, thirst and desire twisting together violently within him.
And yet still she said she was unafraid, her lustful demands unraveling him. D placed one knee on the bunk before them, setting Doris down gently in the center of the mattress. She moved quickly once free of his hold, tucking her legs and rising to pull him down into another kiss before he could move away, her hands tugging at his armor, gripping into his shirt. She felt his long, cool fingers on her shoulders, sliding off her shirt and exploring her skin. Breaking their kiss, Doris snaked one hand behind her back to undo the clasp of her bra, her ample breasts spilling free.
D bent to her immediately, his lips and fangs kissing, dragging, teasing across her chest. He captured her right nipple in his mouth and sucked gently, his tongue lavishing her areola. Doris jerked beneath him, the sudden jolt of pleasure making her gasp. She bit her lip, a moan vibrating from within her chest as her head lolled back to watch him. His mouth was deliciously hot, and the occasional sharp press of a fang on her oversensitive nipple made her quiver, his name hissing from behind her teeth.
His right hand was moving along her ribs, cupping and massaging her left breast before sliding up to support the arch of her neck. His thumb brushed over her untamed pulse and she felt him shudder, his crimson gaze shifting, bestial and hungry, to lock on to the pale column of her throat. Doris reached up and swept her hair from her shoulders, exposing more of her skin; presenting, offering.
A feral, inhuman growl emanated from the Hunter's throat. He released her nipple and shifted to lean over her, his hand fisting into her hair. She watched through lidded eyes as a silent battle played out over his features, struggling between his desire for her yielding flesh and the sweet, sinful temptation of her blood. Licking her lips, Doris placed her hand on his cool cheek. Crimson eyes met copper. And then he was kissing her again, deep and fierce, the tangle of his fangs hard and bruising against her lips. His left hand went between them to undo the front of her jeans and she lifted her hips, wriggling to help him ease them down her legs.
D pulled back to stare down at her, naked and writhing, splayed beneath him like a sacrifice upon the altar. He drank in every inch of her shapely, tantalizing form, her sundrenched skin shining golden in the light of the fire. Her cheeks were flushed, her honey colored eyes flashing bright, trained on him. She bit her lip as his gaze moved down, the ruddied pink of her nipples enticing him, heaving as she panted under his stare. He could feel her thighs clenching and squeezing around his legs, her hips seeming to move of their own volition, seeking him and his touch.
D's hands rose to the restraints of his armor, moving to sit on the edge of the bed as he started to disrobe. Doris watched desirously, propping herself up on her elbows, one thigh coming up to brush against the Hunter's back. D undressed systematically, his shirt, belt, and pants soon joining his armor and boots in a neat pile on the floor. Her mouth watered at the sight of his pale, flawless skin. His body was immaculate, the sharply defined ripple of each muscle outlined by the firelight.
Doris followed the delineation of his lateral muscles down to the hollow of his hip, her face flushing furiously, dizzyingly, at the sight of his swollen member. The pleasant ache that had pooled between her legs throbbed, and her mind began to race. She found herself mesmerized by the virile, bobbing motions of his manhood as D moved, never having seen an erect penis in person before. She clenched her thighs, imagining what it would feel like inside of her, his sizable girth simultaneously exciting and intimidating.
D turned back to her, moving to place one hand on the mattress by her right hip. His Noble blood had cooled minutely at the methodical task of removing his clothes but was quickly reignited by the sight of Doris, her eyes locked on his member, watching him approach with raw, frenetic lust. His erection twitched at the scent of her arousal, his knee coming between her thighs to press against her sex, finding it slick and hot on his cool skin. Doris breathed his name, hips spasming, her hands flying up to caress his chest, her fingernails dragging lightly along his pectorals, over his ribs, trying to pull him to herself.
The pounding of her heart filled his ears, his fangs throbbing in response his skull. He could feel her knees come up, urging him towards her entrance, a mewl of insistent need spilling from her lips. But he couldn't. It was too soon for her, for him, the ravenous heat burning in his throat undeniable now in its demand. He buried his face in the hollow of her throat, her hardened nipples pressing into his chest. She shuddered underneath him, her hands coming up to the back of his head, caressing, coaxing. His left hand tightened into her hair and his lips found her pulse. He pressed his fangs against the delicate skin of her throat.
"D," she whispered, hoarse with desire. "D."
His right hand slipped between them, his long fingers opening her sopping, eager sheath to massage the hot bundle of nerves at its apex. Doris gasped, arching into his touch, pleasure rippling from her core when the pressure firmed, contrasting the sharp sting at her neck when his fangs finally pierced her.
D nearly lost himself when her blood coated his tongue, the monstrous bloodlust reveling, rapturous and intoxicated by the taste of her. It took every ounce of his formidable iron will to free his fangs of her flesh, resisting the instinctual, savage desire to bite her deeper, harder. He mouthed at her skin, his tongue tasting her, drinking her, unable to repress the base sounds of need and satisfaction that rumbled from his throat, feverish along her skin.
Doris moaned feverishly in response, raising her hips to push into his hand, the movement of his fingers deliciously relentless. She could feel her pleasure building, and her heart began to beat faster in anticipation, her heels digging into the bed to rut shamelessly against the Hunter. The hand in her hair gripped her tighter, bracing her neck to his hungry, probing lips while his other hand increased its pressure on her clitoris, firm and hard and fast.
Doris was panting, helpless with pleasure, completely unprepared for the sudden rush of release that flooded her veins. She gasped, breath catching in her throat as she went rigid under the Hunter, riding the waves of euphoria that crashed through her. It lasted forever, and yet not long enough. She came back to herself slowly, the remnants of her orgasm fluttering through her limbs.
His mouth still lingered on her throat, his tongue lapping at the dwindling flow of blood. She could feel the immense heat of his member where it twitched against her belly, its tip slick and drooling with moisture. D's right hand moved slightly, relinquishing her clitoris to run his long fingers over the tight, dripping opening of her entrance. Doris tensed reflexively when she felt him ease a finger inside of her, her knees coming up to squeeze his hips.
D released her throat, his left hand trailing from her hair to her cheek. Her eyes were bright but unfocused, a thin line of saliva clinging to the edge of her lips. He could see her brow crease with tension when he moved his finger inside her, her vaginall walls constricting at the foreign intrusion. He propped himself up, brushing her bottom lip with his thumb and catching her gaze. His fangs had retracted marginally, his bloodlust sated for the moment, but he could still see the reflection of his crimson eyes in hers, the taste of her blood fresh on his tongue.
"Doris," he said, voice rough and thick with blood, almost unrecognizable. She shivered sensually, her attention fractured between his words and his fingers. "You must try and relax." Doris gave a small nod, not trusting herself to speak. She did her best to relax despite his ministrations, his finger gliding within her. After a moment she was able to ease the grip of her legs around him, spreading her legs and baring her opening to him and his hand.
He moved slowly, bending to kiss down her throat and licking the few drops of blood that had beaded there before moving down to her breasts. His left thumb grazed her nipple, making her gasp and distracting her as he slid another finger inside her. Her hands flew up to grip his shoulders, his name spilling from her lips as he took her aching nipple into his mouth, the movement of his tongue mirroring the motions of his fingers, swirling, pressing, teasing.
His erection was pressed between them, their bellies slick with sweat and other fluids. She was writhing beneath him again, making the friction there maddening in its inconsistency. He sucked her nipple, then moved to the other, his fingers never lessening as they penetrated her, stretching her virginal canal. He soon added a third digit and Doris scrabbled against him, her nails digging into his shoulder blades. D growled in response and increased the pace of his fingers, the wet slide of her opening tight and eager and hot.
"Oh gods, D, please, please," she ground out behind clenched teeth, begging, lost in the sensation and wanting–needing more.
D obliged, releasing her nipple and extending his left arm, giving himself a better angle. He withdrew his fingers from her depths and brought his slick fingers around the base of his member, guiding it to her sheath. He brushed the head of his penis along her opening, coating it with her dripping arousal. Doris moaned, her hands gripping into the blanket beneath her when she felt him push against her entrance.
With one agonizingly slow thrust he was inside of her, her internal muscles straining against his girth, her jaw clenched at the unfamiliar ache. His hands were braced on either side of her shoulders and she could feel the tension in his limbs, see the tendons of his neck and shoulders bulging with the effort of his restraint. He brought his right hand to her hip, effortlessly lifting her against him as he thrust into her again, and she gasped, the motion decidedly electric. He rolled her hips back down, his hand guiding her and encouraging her pelvic muscles to stretch and move with him as he began to set a faster pace.
Doris could do little more than pant as D bore down on her, the initial discomfort of his intrusion rapidly fading as his thrusts quickened. Her legs wrapped around his waist and he dropped to his elbows, his dark hair falling around her when his lips found hers, and she could taste her blood on his tongue. His hands moved to grip her thighs, spreading her legs wide and lifting her lower body from the bed, his thrusts deepening.
Doris moaned into his mouth, pleasure rippling anew as he drove into her, stimulating that delicious spot within her again and again and again. She clung to him, her hands moving aimlessly along his arms, his back, nails digging into his flesh, his hips slamming down to meet hers, all pretense of gentleness crumbling. Wave after wave of pleasure spread through her nerves with his furious thrusts, and she could feel that pressure building within her once again, her inner muscles tightening.
The bloodlight was back in his eyes as pounded into her, drinking in her gasps and panted supplications as eagerly as he had her blood. He felt her muscles beginning to constrict, squeezing his length in a vice-like grip. He shifted, leaning forward and pinning her knees against the mattress, her opening bared mercilessly to the brutal assault of his frenzied thrusts.
Her orgasm bloomed around him, her thighs clenching in his grasp, hips curving off the bed to ensnare him on the down stroke. She screamed his name, her fingers twisting, knuckles white, into the blanket. The sudden spasming of her inner muscles pushed him over the edge, his own orgasm tearing through him. He quickly released her, withdrawing from her warmth to spill his seed across her taut, soft belly.
He dropped his head to her shoulder, trying to even his breathing, the smell of her blood and arousal painfully thick in the air. She shuddered beneath him, her hands trembling as they slid up to the base of his neck, tugging gently. He turned his head slightly and she pressed a shaky kiss on his temple.
Doris closed her eyes, sighing, a contented smile on her lips. "I love you, D."