The night falls onto the medieval city. The sky is clear and in the mountains, the Milky Way is distinguishable.
The couple wakes at the exact instant when the Sun barely touches the horizon. The lovers rise when none of its lights reaches the mountain.
It’s almost a ritual, one tastes the throat of the other, while none bites. With his golden hand, he reaches the shoulder of his pale compagnon, who moans without resistance. As well as an almost inhuman aspect, the curse gives sometimes improved senses.
« Just woken up and we already can hear you. Thou art not that stupid, so calm down a little. »
For him speaking with this old fashioned way, it was truly dusk. She eyes him greedily as he gets up and dresses up. Simple brown trousers, and a leather belt with a silver buckle, that one would have to examinate with a magnifying glass to notice it is very old. When she gets up, she puts on him a blue shirt, holding her hands with all her willpower, biting her own lips until two small crimson pearls appears to not touch him.
« What do you have ? » he asks, smiling just enough for her to notice. « You have something on your lips. » He cleans with his index the bloody drops without the smallest contact on the mouth of the naked, desperate, woman. She surrendered her senses to him, and he plays marvelously well with it.
Once, she lived only to feel strongly, deeply. Now, she waits with hunger the slightest contact, the slightest pleasure. And, in this willing ascetism, the slightest caress has the power of an orgasm, precisely the ecstazy, ready to explode during the petite mort. She quickly gets out of her daydreaming and puts on her clothes, chosed by her master. They are only tracery of lace and crimson thread, coursing through her feet, her calfs, her thighs, raising onto her bum and and her back, drawing arabesques on her shoulders and her neck, and going down her breast moulding closely her shape.
Then they go outside, using the shadows to hide from those who don’t want to watch. They go easily in the darkened streets. They talk, they seduce. When they come back from this nearly unchaste expedition, they are with a mortal girl. The last she knew some liberating pleasure, it was from a mortal. He tried to be as gentle as possible, but it worsened everything. Being taken brutally would have been quick and explosive. But he tried to please her, with moves too slow, not even pushing, but already too much. Enough to make the torture of his calleous and clumsy fingers on her last. It was too much powerful, frustrating at the same time, nearly painful. And after a so unsatisfying orgasm, she earned forty years of chastity. From her own essence, she knows eagerness. But it is another drug she search here.
Their toy of the nigh undresses and she watches her master gliding his hands, his tongue, his mouth on the skin of the girl. The inhuman can only enjoy the caress of fractal tissue which rubs on her skin, while the moaning of the toys echoes in her desire to suffer the same treatment. But for her, it will only be a show tonight. The toy moans, screams, bends, convulse under the expert hands of her master. It asks more and more. So he goes behind her and bites her slowly. His canines pierce gently and precisely her throat, the blood flows when the human toy is at the apogee of her surnatural excstazy. He made a sign to his loved one to come closer to eat, as a thin trickle of blood runs on the toy’s breasts and belly, to be lost on her fine bush.
« Go between her legs, and open your mouth . »
She receives then the red drops while she’s at the best place to watch what she would enjoy the most. The blood is impregnated with pleasure, with sweat, and wakes up in her some bestial instincts she barely holds. The frenzy rises, but the glance of her master countains her.
« You won’t be disobedient when you only have to wait a little decade, isn’t it ? »
She moves her waist without control, but complies. And for their toy, she will wake up at home, with the memory of lovers she will search at first. The food is precious, but it doesn’t forbid one to play with.
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