She was trapped here simply because of what she was. Although created by the Gods, she was the first demon of her culture and created hundreds from herself. Her culture viewed Heaven and Hell very differently to most and she was brought to Earth by her own curiosity and the wishes of the Gods. Being on Earth, perhaps maybe it was a punishment?
She had rested within the trunk of Inanna’s favourite tree, but she was not a heartless God. Regardless, she held no value for morals of humanity. They changed their minds too often, sure some acts even she considered wrong, but most she was not fazed by. Necessary evil, necessary good, aside the odd ‘evil deed’ that was, generally considered wrong throughout the ages everything else was subjective. Granted, their similarities were rather obvious in many ways, shame her ego would never allow her to accept such.
“If I were such an ugly hag, you would not be letting me bite you. Granted, you could be desperate, shame I know I am immortal hm?” More than thousands, oh God she wished it was only thousands. Even so, his attempt to deny enjoying this was rather hilarious to her. He was an odd person, so it was not all too surprising he attracted oddities. “How can one be lonely, when they never had someone to miss?” A surprisingly honest answer, but she would never deny that she has never had lover nor friend, not a genuine lover anyway, not someone she cared for.
Why would she? She was adored, worshipped, hated and feared, lusted for. None of that was love or something she would ever trust. “Never had love, do not need it…oh you like trash?” And then, she gripped his bright hair and shoved his face into the ground. “Good thing you belong in the street, with that dirty desire of yours.” Lilith was either a curse or a blessing, how she is.
She had been enjoying his blood, though she made no moans to indicate such, it was obvious since she kept doing it. Nails did roll down against the other side of his neck and shoulders when able. Eyes closing, he felt rather nice against her not that she would ever admit it. Of course, her suggestions were cruel, but she had a slightly better view of him now, surely, he would stop her or refuse her if he hated it so much? Might hate her, but not what she was doing to him.
Eyes widening when she felt nails scratch at her hair, why had she forgotten that her beautiful silk hair was so damn long, ugh vampire instincts for you. Ah shit, was this going to go against her now?
Yet, his words only gained a devious smirk from tint pink lips. “You are a self-adoring asshole.” Surprise was reflected upon smoky eyes when his teeth ensnared her bottom lip….he, made her bleed!? Sharp fan biting at his bottom lip, not minding their blood mixing, free hand clawing at his chest roughly, easily ripping through clothes or at his skin, her other free hand gripping his throat, as rough as it was, it was also to help keep him close to her lips.
Then, to see how he would react she roughly stole a kiss from him, tongue exploring his mouth with nothing but sheer roughness. He had told her not to stop, so she would not. After all he made her bleed, so he deserved a kiss being stolen, and if she nipped more blood along the way….oops.~ “Then shut it.” Before stealing his lips once more and then…bit him.
He couldn’t regret seeing the damage he’d done or the knowledge that he’d taken her down ever so slightly, even if this type of wound carried little pain with it. His acts were much like a matador, his masochistic needs dangling a red tinge in front of her. Somewhere he still knew that he was in no danger of dying, but the blood loss still gave him the thrill of being closer to death.
But that wasn’t the only desire she played off of. He had demanded she shut her mouth, but the derogatory, vile, demeaning things she said brought forth a new life within him. Each poison-lined insult brought a new sparkle to his sick and demented aqua hues.
Still, despite his darkest desires being toyed with he’d begun to acclimate to the pleasure, and with that came the ability to think and react.
His second act of defiance, first being the bite to her lip, came when he turned his body and allowed himself the comfort to lay on his back. Were he a lesser man he might have felt some fatigue from holding a woman with such ample assets, but for now his pain remained centralized in his neck and in his pride. The change in seating did little for him, however, as now each and every curve lay into him, and for once he could use his eyes to take in the sights associated with his assailant.
Not saying that Socks interacted with the opposite sex enough to even have a type, but she certainly fit the bill.
He had little time to enjoy the scenery, however, as just as his attention wavered she found a way to bring it back unto the foreground. She earned the reputation of a snake as he felt her wet muscle press forth past his lips.The blood had already begun to fade, instead the sickening taste of her saliva seeped down and mixed with his, creating a deadly sweet toxin for the both of them. This was the last thing he wanted, some old fashioned act of love or passion. Fuck that. He didn’t need romance, he needed something raw. Something cruel.
Yet he returned the act. He pressed back with his entire body into her, his tongue twirling in time with hers in a constant tug-of-war between her mouth and his. His hand came back to her head, this time finding it’s home at the base of her hairline just above her neck.His fingertips dug into her as they had once done before, wrapping around her and holding her firmly in place. No matter how much she bit or protested he held her there. His grasp was not gentle, and there was no love associated with his needy touches of her dangerous body. Much as she’d showcased with him he’d found someone with whom he could act out his needs without the fear of breaking.
No pretenses, purely two people taking what they needed.
It didn’t hurt that somehow she tasted better than she had any right to.
This newfound freedom found him pressing back into her kiss. Each nod of his head caused him to rise from the floor a few inches more, before she was no longer pinning him but instead positioned within his lap. No longer needing to support himself his other hand pulled itself to her knee, fingertips sliding upwards along her thighs digging into the soft flesh she left exposed.
“You know,” He spoke against her lips given the opportunity. “I get that blood gives you sustenance, so what good is kissing me?” His voice was haggard from a lack of breath, but the devilish grin he wore made it clear he had a point. They all had needs, and it was seeming that he was zeroing in on her own.
“Well, aside from the obvious that is.” His lips brushed against hers with every syllable, his hips pressing upwards into hers now to hit her where it obviously was hurting the most.
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