And Don\'t Forget the Violence

[Harlequin]

Oh, she was paying attention, all right, and lots of it. Morgaine also found it hard to care that she couldn\'t breathe properly; her breath was coming short anyway as he rocked his hips against her, stoking her arousal with his.

A low growl left her own throat as he teeth played painfully into her throat, and her lips pulled back from her teeth in an unconscious, animal snarl.

She used the iota of space between them to move the hand that had been hooked into the top of his jeans around to his hip. Her fingers spidered up under the hem of his shirt to dig cruelly into the skin they found there.

The latex of her outfit split like a second skin when he tore it, and the touch of his hands on her skin finally, finally coaxed a small cry from the singer. The cold of his touch sent goosebumps racing over her dark skin, and she shuddered, reflexively trying to pull away–though that much was impossible, anyway.

[Saiketsu]

Nikolai could play this bitch like a fiddle. A slow grind here, a flash of his tongue across her neck, hungry hands scraping at the hot skin on her back. Her flesh rose with chills, only proving to stoke his ego as well as his hard-on. It was like clockwork and he never got sick of it. She was enjoyable, at the very least, even for a human chick.

And then her hands found anchor, her dainty little fingers rooting themselves into the skin of his hip. Another low growl rose from his chest, made the vampire kiss at that beautiful neck more viciously, making the skin red with the pressure of his scraping teeth. This one had a fucking set of balls, scratching at him so soon.

Let\'s show her what she\'s getting herself into, shall we? There were no objections on his end, as the vampire breathed down Morgaine\'s neck in that spot to bring chills to her flesh. Nikolai paused for a split second in his action, though his hips never dropped their beat. A moment later his fangs were burrowed deeply into Morgaine\'s neck and red hot blood was spilling over his tongue.  

[Harlequin]

Morgaine cried out in earnest as his fangs sank into her neck. She caught a glimpse of herself in the vanity mirror over Nikolai\'s shoulder; her face was a mask of surprise, gaze transfixed with lust and horror. But then her eyelids fluttered, and a low moan passed her lips, and she didn\'t see anything at all, only felt.

She gave in completely to the rush of bloodletting, hearing only the sound of wind in her ears as her heart pumped its contents into Nikolai\'s eager mouth. Everything felt so much more intense; the rock of his hips against hers, his hand at her back, and on her throat. Her fingers, if anything, increased their grip on her paramour\'s hip, and twined tighter in his dark hair.

So this was what Chance had been out about. Now she could see why.

[Saiketsu]

His senses opened to the room around him as the blood flowed in. Her heartbeat was in his mouth, her scent filling his dead lungs. Her adrenaline slid down his throat and settled in his chest. It took everything in him not to suck ravenously at her free blood. She had moaned so nicely and the effect had only proved to make him harder. Their hips rocked, complimentary to each other, the pressure of her hot latex against his clothes was maddening. He wanted her screaming his name, bleeding and coming for him.

But well before Nikolai had taken much blood from this moaning vixen, he took his mouth away, leaving her with a high of a different kind -- one he didn\'t sell anymore. His lips didn\'t leave her neck, choosing to remain to torture the human with their newfound warmth. His hand slid down her front, paying no attention to any scar his fingers found on the way. He didn\'t make a sound as his hand fell down her front, lingering impolitely on her tit before his nail got caught on the dipped neckline of her latex. The only sound in the room was Morgaine\'s hard breathing near his ear, the rushing of her blood from the open wound, the rustle of his own clothing, and the gentle tearing sound of the latex as his sharp nails tore it straight down the middle, revealing naked flesh as he went.

[Harlequin]

Morgaine only just managed to contain her whimper of disappointment when his mouth left her throat–partially because he put them back so quickly, newly imbued with her stolen warmth, and partially because she suddenly didn\'t know if she could stand up straight any more; The leg she\'d been using to support herself was weak at the knee from blood loss and the overwhelming sensations that assailed her.

Not that it mattered much. Their bodies were pressed so close together that she barely needed to stand. Still, the leg still wrapped around his hips tensed as she regained her bearings.

As soon as she did, though, there was a hand on her breast and a rush of cool air on her chest and belly.There, the latex wasn\'t so willing to sheer away; it clung to her sweat-slick skin, and remained molded to the round firmness of her tits.

A trickle of hot blood escaped Nikolai\'s mouth, trickling down her throat to snake down her chest, where it diffused beneath the thin film of latex still covering her.

[Saiketsu]

The latex on one side of her began to peel off, to Nikolai\'s amusement, as he ran his finger down to her navel and beyond. He shifted his weight off of her slightly, just enough to move down her. His finger traveled down her lower abdoman, lower and lower until he was completely out of bounds on her. His finger found a shallow patch of hair just below her latex, damp with heat and musky. The smell of her cunt damn near overwhelmed him, made his jeans tight. His mouth left her throat finally, licking at the trail of blood down her chest, up her throat, to her mouth. Their lips collided with more haste than was necessary, and Nikolai grew ever harder at her eagerness to kiss him.

On the bed, screaming your name. Blood. Cum. Revenge. He hadn\'t forgotten.

His fingers lingered there, waiting for the electrical current to pass through her body as he entered her lips, stroking very gently her clit. When he got it from her, he smirked through his kiss. Nikolai left her with the one stroke, moving upwards and back up to her gorgeous tits. Still modestly hidden by the remaining latex, Nikolai wasted no time in trying to remove her tits from the material, massaging her eagerly as he did so.

[Harlequin]

Out of bounds? At this point there was no out of bounds.

The lapping of his tongue against her scarred flesh sent another wave of goosebumps over her skin, and she loosened her hold on his hair to let him. When he returned, she crushed her lips eagerly to his, loving the taste of her blood on his lips, coating her tongue. She also loved the metal of his piercings pressing sharp against her mouth.

When his fingers slid over her clit, she whimpered against him and her spine arched, as if trying to escape from the intensity of that initial contact.

The material covering her breasts came away easily under his fingers, reveling a another barrier–a set of matching, inverted-cross pasties covering her wide, dark nipples.

At the same time that he revealed the majority of her tits, Morgaine realized that he was wearing entirely too much clothing. "No fair," she growled against his lips.

Her hands left his body, in order to start making quick work of the buttons on his shirt–spreading her palms over his pecs once they\'d all come undone.

[Saiketsu]

In his excitement of stripping her, he hadn\'t actually realized that she may have been wearing something under the latex. While his dick had no barrier against her once Nikolai had stripped her entirely of the latex costume with a beautiful flap of latex on the tile floor, his hand massaging her nipples did. Without looking down at what blocked the vampire from the hard, hot flesh of the little bitch, he let his thumb work over her nipple nonetheless. Her skin pressed against its plastic sheath in a desperate attempt to meet the aggressor. He never got tired of it.

Her delicate fingers worked over his buttons, exposing his bare chest to her warm, naked skin. Her travelling hands at his chest made him growl lowly with pleasure. It had been hours since he had last fed. Nikolai pressed himself harder into her, his lips working passionately over hers. His tongue flicked over hers, his fangs scraping harshly against her lips and tongue until they were raw with gorgeous slivers of blood which coated their mouths.

He was getting impatient, despite Judas in his ear.

[Harlequin]

Morgaine\'s fingers found the tiny silver rings pierced through the vampire\'s nipples, and tugged on them roughly.

A soft purr left her throat as his hands found her own nipples, but it turned into a growl once he encountered the rubber barrier–she\'d forgotten about the stupid modesty-protectors. "Just fucking tear them off," she growled against his mouth.

Soon after, though, her palate was assailed by the metallic taste of her own fresh blood, and the pain of his fangs scraping over her lips and tongue only seemed to spurr her on.

Her small hands left his chest, one hand fisting in his hair to crush his mouth to hers, the other raking down his chest–short nails leaving angry but instantly-healed red lines in their wake–to the button and fly of his tight black jeans.

[Saiketsu]

Despite his own, he almost laughed at her impatience. He had no intention of keeping those barriers there, yet the idea that they frustrated her that much was simply amusing to him. For a few moments he ignored her, continuing to assalt her with the protection there, feeling her frustration build, those noises building in the back of her throat. Her body was on fire against his and he wanted to keep it that way for as long as possible in order to prolong both of their tortures. He was hard. She was wet, he could smell it. But not nearly enough.

She tugged on him and the vampired growled pleasurably. He felt his own nipples harden around the jewelry as her hands ran over him and his tattooes. Impatiently, his hands left her and he removed his shirt, wanting nothing more than the connection of her naked smouldering skin against his dead body. His shirt dropped to the floor and Nikolai returned more ferociously to his previous position, one hand at her hard nipples, the other gripping her lifted leg, hips pinning her against the wall as the vampire ground into her harshly. He wanted her bad, her cunt soaking his jeans, slathering his waste as they danced, grinding organs into one another in an array of screaming. Her screaming.

Nikolai let her hands work at his zipper as he removed one of the pasties, her dark nipples wrinkled with arousal even as he attacked them again. His fangs caught on her bottom lip, biting into it hard enough to score blood, but not enough to pierce it. Tenderly he wrapped his lips around the wound and sucked, returning to her mouth only after receiving another small mouthful of blood.

[Harlequin]

Glad that this shirt was now completely gone, the hand that had been teasing around his zipper moved up the vampire\'s side to his shoulder. Her fingers brushed across the inked over scars there, and her interest was piqued–though hazily, through a fog of lust. Burn scars had a distinctive texture, and though Nikolai\'s were different from hers, she could still divine their nature by touch.

Her fingernails dug into his shoulder again, however, as he finally ripped off one of her pasties in a flash of pain, leaving inflamed skin where it had been glued. She wasn\'t screaming yet, but when she was, it would be out of frustration. Another moan escaped her as he nipped and suckled at her lip, but she used the hand in his hair hair to pull his head back when he went for another heady kiss. Instead, she lowered her lips to the side of his throat, kissing and then biting down hard at the juncture of his shoulder and neck with her comparatively blunt human teeth.

The singer liked to give as much as she took, when it came to pain.

[Saiketsu]

Her hands pushed his zipper down, loosened the button and a breath of fresh air came to his swelling cock just beneath the denim. A groan of pleasure left his mouth, and for a moment there Nikolai figured she would work his jeans off and slide down the wall to service him. But just as the image of her sucking on his cock arrived in his head, her hands left him high and dry, travelling up his shoulder, where her human fingernails dug into him as he worked her breasts. He was hoping it wasn\'t going to be that easy to get her to suck on his cock.

This bitch was on fire, pressed hotly against his chest as her mouth moved lower, down his throat. A primal heat surged through him as she moved her mouth over him, her hand in his hair still. Nikolai let her move, let her mouth slide down to the base of his neck. For whatever reason, he sensed her intentions well before she acted upon them, her flat human teeth biting into his dead flesh. A moment of discomfort and a shiver of pleasure as her dull teeth found their anchor in his flesh. But he still found himself wanting to laugh at her attempts at roughness. After the initial bite and pain, he felt close to nothing, like an annoying fly wandering around on his skin. Of course, he made no outward show of this, but let the singer do as she pleased, his own hand still on her hardened, covered nipple. One more pasty and she was completely naked, her raw skin free and wrinkled against his fingers. Just like her cunt would be in a matter of minutes.

[Harlequin]

Her teeth should\'ve drawn blood, but just...didn\'t. If there was one thing Morgaine knew–other than guitars and booze–it was how to make a motherfucker bleed. But this undead cat just wasn\'t having any of it. Probably a vampire thing. She tried not to pout, and moved on. His hands on her nipples felt too damn good to think about it for long, anyway.

Her lips left a blood trail as she kissed her way across his chest, noting the tattoo she found there; the dagger-skewered heart was a little gauche for her tastes, but Ami would have liked it.

The hand on Nikolai\'s shoulder clawed its way down his back and side, only to rest heavily on the hard bulge in his jeans–which were held on now exclusively by the tightness at the waistband. The hand was only there for a moment, though, before it joined by her other hand. She hooked both thumbs into the top of his waistband, and encouraged his jeans toward the floor.

[Saiketsu]

He growled louder now at her lips at his chest, her hands teasing his cock. He wanted her now, plain and simple. He wanted he hard blood racing through him, his dick wet in her pussy. No, she wasn\'t worth the drugs he had or the trouble of keeping her around, but fuck did he want to screw her hard. It had nothing to do with the cocaine in his blood, filling his muscles with raw energy, nothing to do with the fact that she was anything special waving that tight little pussy in front of him. She was just the same as any other cunt he had ever fucked, and Nikolai was about to enjoy this one too.

Another rush of air at his lower half and he was almost as vulnerable and certainly as exposed as Morgaine was. Unashamedly, he pressed his luke-warm body into her fiery one, kicking his jeans away in order to grind harder, more satisfyingly into her. Her warmth made his mind focus on the blood pumping through her tiny little body three inches from his own dead organs. Friction. He wanted her now.

That same animalistic heat gripped his innards, writhing through him and seizing the dead lungs, the dead heart, the cavity of his chest until he could stand their rhythm no more. Nikolai\'s lips found their way roughly to Morgaine\'s neck again as he took a hand and positioned himself to take that sweet cunt that she had been waving in his face for the past twenty minutes. It was getting too frustrating to hold off her anymore. It was time to prove who was the King. With one deadly thrust upwards, he had broken past her with a low, satisfying grunt against her neck.

[Harlequin]

Just when Morgaine was getting ready to tear him apart out of sheer frustration, the vampire gave her what she wanted without her even having to ask for it. Her breath hissed out through her teeth as he slammed in to her, pressing her back against the door as he filled her hot, tight tunnel to its extremity.

The vampire was like a pillar of stone inside her; hard like no human could be and only barely touched by the warmth he\'d stolen from the singer. The very unnaturalness of him made some primal part of her want to recoil as he held her there, heart fluttering warm blood in her chest like a hummingbird, pulse thrumming beneath his pierced lips. Prey. That\'s all she was to him.

Even as this thing squirmed away from his closeness, the muscles of her thigh tightened under his hand as she ground her hips against him, growling low in her throat. Her hands moved from his hips to his ass, and her nails dug in, urging him deeper still. Nikolai was cold and dead and so fucking hard, and so fucking deep inside her, and this bitch didn\'t want him any other way.

She\'d forget him the second he was out that door, but goddamn if she wasn\'t going to make the best of the in-between.