His hips jerked, spreading her lips over the head of his penis. She couldn't help but groan with pleasure at her first real taste of him, salty and spiced, her tongue exploring the breadth of his member. His legs tensed around her as the vibration carried new sensation throughout his body. A guttural growl rippled from his throat in response.

Once again, it had come so naturally, enraptured as she was by his beauty, his strength. The spread of his body beneath her had struck something primal within her, filling her with the desire–no, theneed–to claim him as he had so voraciously done her.

She kissed the underside of his cock, her tongue flicking out to feel the contours of every solid inch as she worked her way to the base. Her hair tumbled over her shoulder, obscuring her face and tangling into the dampness of her fingers where they held him. She removed one hand to quickly twist and displace the flowing mane over one shoulder, giving her clear view of the Hunter.

Bloodlight painted his pale visage with crimson. His mouth was slightly agape, the full length of those wicked incisors hidden behind his beautiful lips. Dangerous. Deadly. Damned.

And all hers.

…Just for tonight.

He clenched his jaw, teeth bared, when she took him in her mouth again. Her own jaw strained, tongue drawing back to fit as much of him as possible within her. To her delight–and to his, as her name seethed behind his fangs–her swollen lips rolled down his cock with ease, filling her mouth, her throat, to meet her fingers, still wrapped around the base of him. She pressed her tongue flat against the tender flesh there, dragging and sucking as she slowly withdrew.

The headboard creaked in protest where he flexed his wrists, the braided fabric of the scarf biting into his flesh, simultaneously fracturing and heightening his pleasure. Doris' eyelids fluttered as she swallowed him again, her smothered moan radiating through his cock. Her hands moved to meet her lips, her tongue dancing over his length, hot and restless.

He was panting, the mixture of arousal and restraint rapturous. A long, endless lifetime of illicit temptation and denial was crumbling under the searing pleasure of her touch. She was so eager, so enamored. Soalive.

He could smell the sunlight in her hair, hear the pounding of blood in her veins. His fangs were fully extended now and he had to clamp down hard to keep from accidentally piercing his own lips. Her grip was surprisingly firm, her small, calloused hands no stranger to strenuous work. Her eyes locked onto his, devilish and delicious as she took his length down to the hilt with ease again and again again, the hot vacuum of her mouth sucking him in. Saliva spilled over her hands, her lips, soaking his cock with every pass, her pink tongue peeking out to taste him.

The strained sound she wrought from him was of an exquisite pleasure-pain as he twisted his own hands tighter, the scarf abrading his skin. The urge to break free, to take her, to plunge his fangs into that beautiful, pulsating throat was monumental, his bodydemandinganother taste of her blood and sweet, sopping pussy. Saliva pooled in his mouth as he recalled the taste of her lust-addled blood, how it spurted over his tongue, rich and divine and utterly delicious.

He wanted to rip free, to pin her down, to tear into her throat and hear the sound she would make when he rammed his cock into her, pounded into her,filledher. He would drink deep, her heart fluttering against him, excitement and adrenaline causing her blood to rush into him, her head falling back as she screamed his name. He could take her, take it all, fill her with his seed and drain her–

The metal of the bed frame groaned and buckled under his wrists. A hot flash of revulsion twisted into his gut, stuttering his thoughts to a halt.

Never,he vowed.

He would never succumb to that. The dreaded curse of his bloodline; what it truly meant to be a Noble. To feed, to kill, to drink indiscriminately for the sake of one's own pleasure. The very idea made bile rise in the back of his throat, quelling the burning ache that had begun to build anew.

Doris watched this change in his demeanor with interest. His body had gone taut, his legs straightening, as he bared himself to her quick tongue and firm hands. She had felt him arching into her touch, his muscles tensing with every down stroke. The sound he made when she adjusted her grip let her know that he was close, his hips thrusting in time with her movements. She doubled her efforts, sucking vigorously, hungry for more, faster, harder, desperation building–

A growl escaped him, full of fury. His head snapped up and she saw the full splay of his fangs, bared and slavering with arousal. But his eyes–something had shifted, the burning crimson receding, tempered by the steel grey of his gaze. The muscles in his forearms swelled as his hands fisted tight, his nails piercing into the flesh of his palms.

"Doris," he gasped. "I'm–"

And then he came, hot and messy down her throat, his hips slamming up to meet her mouth. The initial spurt startled her, shooting into the back of her throat with such force that she almost gagged. She pumped him once, twice, swallowing everything that she had earned from him, her tongue caressing the tender, pulsing head of his cock to lap up every drop.

D let out a ragged sigh, his eyelids lowering as he watched her give his penis a final kiss, a satisfied smile on her flushed face. She surged up his torso, her hands carding into his hair as she leant forward to lick his fangs.

"D…" Her voice was rough and thick. She kissed his brow. "D, was it–I mean, did I…?"

The heat of her sex over his belly made his spent cock twitch. Her hips moved restlessly, searchingly, her own needs yet unsatisfied. But the look in her eyes pleaded for reassurance, concern clouding her expression.

He met her lips, tasting himself there, careful not to nick her swollen flesh with his aching fangs. "You were magnificent," he mumbled against her mouth.

His arms moved towards her, not quite able to touch her shoulders. She kissed him again, her tongue gliding over his fangs, teasing down their length as she had so expertly his member. But when she came to those lethal points her pressure firmed, testing the sharpness there. He jerked away with a grunt. They stared at one another, panting, the scent of their combined arousal churning between them.

"Untie me." It wasn't a command but rather a suggestion, an open-ended request. Still, Doris hastened to comply, noting the indentation his wrists had left in the metal. The frame, formerly perpendicular to the wall at a direct angle, had been wrenched back with such force that it had separated from the head of the bunk.

His fists were still clenched but relaxed at her touch. The small, crescent-shape cuts he had carved unto his palms healing instantly before her eyes. She unwound the scarf from his wrists gingerly, seeing where it had bitten into his skin. But, once again, the raw redness disappeared as she watched, his Noble blood mending the abrasions instantly.

She dropped the scarf to the floor and averted her gaze, suddenly feeling bashful. Her womanhood pulsed and tingled, her thighs clenching in an effort to calm the growing fire there. She let out a shuddering breath.

"D…" She couldn't help the plaintive keenness in her voice, feverish with desire. She was being greedy, she knew. The flame of her desire was fanned by her desperation. By the impossibility of her love. And by the few, fleeting hours they had left before dawn. She bit her trembling lip.

And then he was there, his hands wrapping around her waist to pull their bodies together. The coolness of his chest crushed her aching nipples as he lowered her back to the soft springs of the mattress, their mouths clashing together in a brutish, hungry kiss. She groaned with pleasure when she felt his hands move over her ribs, down to her hips, drawing lower to where she so desperately craved his touch.

A glancing stroke of his fingers over her soaking sheath was enough to make her cry out. A low sound echoed from D's chest as he began to kiss his way down her jaw, lips parting at her throat. She bared her neck, head thrown back, her hips spasming.

"Yes," she hissed. She quivered at the memory of his Kiss, the lurid ecstasy that had ignited her blood. "Yes, please D,please."

But his lips trailed down to her chest, grazing her nipples, fangs nipping at those super-tight buds. His hands shot up to grip her thighs. He pulled her hips to his in one rough, precise move, her legs splaying beneath him, open and eager. His head dipped lower, his fangs pressing into the firm muscles of her belly, her hips, her thighs.

She squirmed beneath him, breathless, restless, as he drew closer to her sex. And when his tongue finally met the apex of her aching pussy she screamed his name, one hand flying up to grip into his long, luxurious locks.

His tongue dove into her, lapping,pressingwith untethered force. Her breath caught as a virulent bout of fresh pleasure rocked her core. She tried to move, to roll her hips, but he held her firm. The press of fangs behind every fervent lick was dizzying, hedging her desire with danger.

D was growling, the sound coursing through her pussy. His aura surged around them once again and the immense pressure of his tonguefirmed, flicking back and forth at an unholy speed. Her hand tightened into his hair, her mind going blank with pleasure.

She was close, so close, it was coming, ohgods!

And then he shifted, his lips pursing to suck her super-heated clitoris. Her orgasm crashed through her core, her hips shooting up, a half-strangled scream clawing her lungs. He withdrew his lips as her thighs tightened around his neck only to feel the hot, sharp sting of his fangs in her flesh a moment later.

"Ah!"

The overindulgence paralyzed her, her body going rigid as renewed pleasure flooded her veins, prolonging and enhancing her orgasm. He held her thigh fast to his mouth, drinking and sucking tempestuously, his moans of satisfaction mingling with hers.

It took a few minutes for Doris to finally resurface. Her heart thundered in her chest, little aftershocks of pleasure making her limbs twitch. She could still feel the seeking movement of D's tongue on her thigh, lessened now to a slow glide as the springhead of her wound had begun to taper.

His eyes were closed, his nose skimming along the taut muscle of her upper thigh, one pale hand gripping into the meat of her hip. Gone was the feral mask of the Nobility, replaced now with the attendant visage of a lover.

His eyes flicked to hers when he felt the weight of her gaze. His lids lowered in silent atonement as he relinquished her thigh, his tongue giving one last, tender swipe at the small beads of crimson there. Doris licked her lips, her hand sliding down to cup his smooth, angular cheek.

"D…" she whispered. "Lay with me, please." Her words slurred with pleasure.

Wordlessly, he moved to her side, fitting himself between her and the wall. She sighed and nestled herself within his arms. Her thoughts fizzled and dissipated in his grasp, contentment relaxing every muscle.

Neither of them said anything–nothing needing to be said. They held each other, cocooned by the quiet warmth of the cabin. And soon, she fell asleep.