Trace your hand down my thigh. Tell me you love me. Hold me closer. Please. I'll do anything. Please. I need this, I need you. I need it so badly.
"You're doing so well."
The voice is sharp, proud, haughty. It comes across the haze, across the room. Might as well have come from another planet. I turn my head blearily, eyes unfocused. Was I talking? My mouth felt like it was moving but I couldn't hear anything. A sound of rushing was filling my ears, a wet and warm sensation on my back.
There was a tug, insistent and sharp. I tried to stand, but my limbs wouldn't respond. A grip on my hair and a fierce tug and then I was standing, swaying, unsteady. Her hand takes my chin, her grip feeling like the sun itself was kissing me. I struggle to bring my eyes together, settling on her jaw, her luscious lips, those sharp teeth.
She purrs and kisses me forcefully, her teeth cutting my lips, her tongue swarming deeply into my mouth, far deeper than should be possible. I moan and lean into her more, arms wrapping gently around her. She's cold and hard, unflinching, gripping tight my hair to yank me off.
One hand hits my chest, the impact shaking my bones, and I fall back onto the bed. I fall for what feels like years, watching her grow distant. I feel as though I'm falling into my grave, watching her hold the shovel.
"Little thing, you're almost dry."
I murmur something in response. I don't really care. I just want to feel her inside me again. I need it. I try to say that but nothing comes out. She crawls along me, every motion precise and deliberate. She doesn't touch me, hands always falling tantalizingly beside me. I try to squirm sideways just to be in contact with her for a single moment, but she steadies me with a quick hand to the stomach, forcefully pinning me.
Her face hovers inches above mine, desperately out of reach. I strain upwards to kiss her, to lose myself in the roughness of her mouth. But she pulls back and laughs musically, mockingly.
"You need to rest, you poor thing. There will be more..." She dives onto my neck and kisses it forcefully for half a second, before slipping her tongue up towards my ear, leaving a cold trail. "Later", she whispers forcefully, and with a quick nip to my ear she retreats.
"Pleash", I moan, the words struggling to form over a slow moving tongue. I reach a hand up to touch her.
She rumbles contentedly, catching my wrist in one delicate hand. "Oh my sweet. You really are desperate". Her tongue slips out again, moistening her lips. We make eye contact and shivers go down my spine. "You're so beautiful".
I nod, agreeing.
"You know why not."
For one moment my mind sharpens and I can see clearly. I understand perfectly. I swallow and channel my innermost confidence to make her understand, to make her know that I want this, the depths of my desire for her, that I would do anything for her touch to continue. I put all this force behind a single word, a singled moaned out, "please", and then she is on me.
She kisses me forcefully, crushing me into the bed. Her lips are hard and her tongue is soft and it dances around mine, lashing patterns into my mouth. My hands wrap around her trying to pull her into me, closer, making the depths of my need clear. In turns, her fingers cradle my cheeks, my neck, the back of my head, pulling my hair, nails down my side, a hand on my thighs. She bucks forcefully and then my hands are behind my head, pinned by one iron grip. Her other arm holds my chin, staring down at me.
"You asked for this", she whispers, and then her fangs slide into the flesh of my neck.
She drinks greedily. It tickles and is warm and euphoric all at once. I can feel every atom of her being, how much she wants me, all the things she wants to do to me. There's her mouth and tongue, gently lapping my neck, her hand on my breast, my side, my thigh, between my legs, between her own. I squirm and almost wriggle away, it's almost too much for me.
But she has me under control. I couldn't break her grip even if I were strong, which I wasn't, and so I melt into the hard cold curve of her body. I think I'm moaning. She laps at my neck affectionately, her tongue smooth and soft and her fangs nipping for just a moment before they puncture and then the venom slips into my bloodstream and I feel warm pleasure radiating from my neck.
I want to touch her and I strain and struggle, pressing upwards, feeling her body against mine. She releases my hands for a moment and then my gown is open, ripped at the seams, tearing under her impossible strength. I watch, breath gone, needing her to keep going. Her own clothes disappear similarly and then we're kissing again, the scent of my body stinking from her throat, her lips warm with my blood.
I can feel my warmth spreading through her body, her skin flushing slightly, her movements more desperate and energetic. Her hunger doesn't abate, it merely changes and now she's kissing me everywhere, red marks from her lips staining my curves. I moan as her mouth finds my nipples. Her hands are both on me now and I realize with a start that I can move my own. She trusts me?
I hold still for a moment, letting her enjoy me, or enjoying her touch, the way she flicks my nipple with her tongue, one hand working my back, the other between my legs, pleasure building up constantly. And then my hands find her, the warmth of her cheeks, the cool curve of her breast, her muscled back. I squeeze her and let her work.
Oh god. It feels so good.
I'm moaning. I buck and shift beneath her, her every tough setting me on fire. There's a careful precision to her movements, a delicate consideration, even as hungry as she is. My hands have fallen to my side. I can't concentrate on them. I can't concentrate on anything. Her hands, oh god her hands don't stop, oh god, oh please don't stop, please, I'm so close, please...
She stops suddenly, her face next to mine, her fangs caressing my ear. "My sweet toy. You liked that?"
"Yes, please, I need more, please keep-"
"Shhhh", she silences me with a quick kiss.
I watch her, eyes wide open.
She smiles gently at me and purrs. "You're so perfect. I just wanna eat you right up."
I whisper back, "Thank y-"
"Now", she cuts me off, her voice dropping low and menacing. "Scream for me".
And then she's back on me, her hand flashing over me with incredible speed, working my most sensitive spots, her fangs in my neck, her other hand wrapped around me, holding me, squeezing me, trapping me. The pleasure is incredible, overwhelming. I've never felt anything like this. I get lost in the motion, the perfect navigation of her fingers, and I'm bucking and twisting and moaning and then I'm screaming.
"OH MY GOD, OH PLEASE, PLEASE DON'T STOP"
At least, I think I said words. It may have just been primal noises forcibly wrenched from my body.
I orgasm. Hard. She doesn't even seem to notice, her body following every movement mine makes, never slowing until I orgasm again and again and again and my voice is hoarse and my muscles ache from tensing and I can start to feel pale and distant and faint. My blood never stops flowing, from me into her, and I can feel the connection building, her mind touching mine, my pleasure becoming hers.
She doesn't stop all at once. I come back to myself slowly, as she retreats, her hand decelerating. One moment she's fang deep in me and the next her head is resting between my breasts, gently kissing me. Finally, she pulls her hand away and we're cuddling, her icy form spooning me.
I can't move. I've lost a lot of blood. Even thinking is hard. But her arm is around me, gently cupping my chest, and that's enough. She pulls a blanket, thick and warm, from somewhere and I murmur contentedly and nestle closer. There is a movement behind me but I can ignore it. I trust her.
She chuckles. "Did you enjoy that?"
I try to whisper "yes", but nothing comes out.
I think she understands though, because she laughs and kisses the back of my neck. "You're delicious, little one".
I am.
"Poor thing", her voice is smooth and smug now. "I'm really going to miss you."
I try to reply but the words won't come. I try to move my arms and find I cannot. I want to promise that I would never leave her. I want to tell her how much I love her. I want to tell her she could never hurt me.
For the very last time, I sink into unconsciousness.