Crux Pt. 01

He slowly dipped two fingers into her, amazed at the searing heat against his fingers. She moaned, her voice growing stronger with passion. He stopped the tender sucking at her nipple, and crawled slowly backwards to watch his fingers. He pulled them out and pushed them back in, tortuously slow. She lay there helpless and unable to strain against him.

"Faster," She rasped, finally able to make her voice sound. He looked up at her sharply, surprised. Soon, though, he started to pump his fingers in and out of her heat, and she could feel the orgasm quickly rising. With a hoarse cry she came all over his hand, a wave of wetness that covered his fingers with her silky fluid. Even the smell of her sex was like apples, but spicier, almost like cinnamon. After he felt her inner core stop convulsing, he pulled his fingers out slowly.

He looked at his hand, seeing her glistening all over his skin. Almost reverently, he brought his fingers up to his lips; he could smell her, and now he wanted to taste her. Though she smelled like spiced apples, her flavor was akin to lemons, a clean, tangy taste. He sucked on his fingertips for a few more moments, looking at her face with licentious eyes, contemplating.

She felt utterly exposed, his eyes roaming all over her skin. Her legs were wide open, he could see everything. She wanted to move, to cover herself, but every thought flew out of her head as his tongue rasped over her clit. He lapped and sucked at her swollen, rosy sex. Her flavor was ten times as potent from the source, and the growl rose from the back of his throat yet again. The rumbling against the most sensitive part of her only drove her back up to the crest of orgasm. She trembled underneath him, and as his tongue flicked and stroked, she rode the waves of pleasure that tensed and coiled beneath her skin. When the orgasm lashed out, her eyes went blind and her breath left her. She gasped in a breath as the pleasure faded into a low, hollow throbbing. Her body begged for him to fill the void.

His cock was straining against the material of his pants. The gnawing of his lust in his gut was almost too much to stand. A haze of red had edged his vision, and he had unzipped his pants and pulled them off before he even realized he needed to fuck her. Fort poised himself to penetrate her, propping himself up so his body was parallel to hers. He leaned down to kiss her, and she could taste her tang on his lips. He rested his cock against her wetness, and she shifted her hips as much as she could to rub against him. He nearly lost it, feeling the orgasm swell up just from feeling her slickness rub against his throbbing member.

He took a moment, kissing her gently, tenderly. After a moment, he smoothly thrust himself into her. She gasped against his lips, and he paused for a moment, his solid dick filling her entire sheath. Then he was gone, thoughts left his head, and his body was a machine simply working toward rapture. As he pumped into her, he washed away the dirtiness that the monster had flung upon her soul. This wasn't rape, it wasn't violation; this was an act of pure pleasure on both of their parts.

He rode her and as she tightened against him and her breath shortened, he could feel his own climax approaching. He pulled out of her just short of them coming against each other, thrusting his fingers inside her and pumping her to her third peak. As she trembled against his hand again, he stroked himself, imagining himself inside of her. A gasp ripped out of his lungs as he pumped his cum onto the carpet.

He crawled weakly up to curl up next to her, gently placing her head in the crook of his arm. She studied his face with a heavy-lidded curiosity, and soon her eyes fluttered closed. He reached up to brush her hair out of her face, watching her beautiful breasts rise and fall as her breathing slowed and went steady.

The master vampire watched their exchange on a large screen in his room. The feed was black and white and slightly grainy, but there was no mistake as to what was going on. His jaw clenched tighter and his eyes flashed as he watched them curl up together on the floor.

"That damned dog." He hissed, and stalked out of the room.

Fortinbras woke up to sharp nails digging into his shoulder, yanking him onto his feet. He was too dazed from sleep and the pain digging into his skin to react. He was flung out into the hall, and skittered, falling to his knees. The master's eyes glowed red as he glared down at Fort.

The young man became painfully aware of his nakedness just then, a blush rising to his cheeks and coloring them pink. But he didn't dare move to cover himself; he knew how the master reacted when he displayed any form of humiliation.

The master leaned forward and seized a handful of Fort's hair, pulling him up onto his feet again. He wanted to cry out against the pain, but instead steeled himself and made his expression go blank. The master hated it when Fort did that, and his eyes narrowed. The master wanted him to cry out, to flinch, to do anything, but he didn't. He was about the strike Fort across the face, to make him so something, but then he saw the sheen of pain shining in his eyes.

The master's slow smiled frightened Fort more than anything. His green eyes widened with fear, and the master leaned in to inhale the scent of his skin about his neck.

"Ahhh, there it is." The vampire almost purred. Fort tried to steel himself again, to remove all traces of fear or pain from his physiology, but the master leaned forward and ran his teeth along the sensitive skin of his neck. Fort shivered, one half of him trembling because of fear. The other half of him responded by sending waves of lust to his gut. His dick twitched and the muscles of his stomach tightened as the master ran his fingers down toward the most sensitive part of him.

Then, everything went black as he felt an amazingly painful blow to his head.