All that is broken... (The night after the Cemetery) - The House that Sin Built

Her eyes closed as the blade pierced her flesh, and she groaned as his member followed suit, her hand reaching up to paint her fingers with her own blood before reaching down to dance over the small nub of her clit as he took her in a way that he had been denied before.

Spending blood in her system, she began to heal the wound at her throat, her gaze found his as she did so. Begging him for more, with her gaze. As she shuddered and continued to play with herself as he took his own pleasure.

He couldn't see her face at the angle they were at. With his hard sex literally buried down her throat he could almost see the top of her head but even that was hard to see completely with his own body as an obstruction.

He held till she healed. Till he felt her stinn and throat seal around him and then he began to move. Back and forth, sliding the full length of her throat as he watched the lump created by his violation appear and disappear as he slowly and with hungry force fucked her throat.

See, she wanted to say, I do love you. Instead she whimpered, her fingers delving inside her pussy as he fucked her throat. First one slipped with in, then two, both covered with her own blood. Her thumb took up stimulating her clit while her fingers brushed just with in her.

"My Love" He whispered as he began to move with gusto, tearing his way through the healed skin as he forced his way deeper into her throat marveling how it stretched around his throbbing hardness. He gripped her hair harder and pulled her head back mor to give him self more throat to violate with eve deeper thrust. Nad with a growl and a wicked vicious smile, something of his usual self began to show through.

She screamed around him as he tore her flesh. Her hand moving frantically with in her slick walls, the other hand came up claws grown she caressed his back allowing them to drag across his flesh, once was a warning of things to come. Squeezing his flesh that she cupped once before she raked her claws down his back this time just breaking the skin.

He gasped with pain and pleasure as he slammed hard into her torn throat. It was incredible. but he wanted more of her body. He couldnt touch enough of her like this. So he tore his way free of the half healed wound pausing as he deep to rub his sex in as much of her blood as possible.

He pulled her up then by her hair is she did not put up to grand of a fight and flipped her over. Laying her beneath him on her belly. He paused then to aim lining his blood soaked cock at her anal opening and then pushing forward, entering her slowly as her blood smooth his way.

Slowly was not what she was going to allow as she feeling him pushing into her she raised up slightly on her knees and forced herself back upon him in one fluid motion. He might notice more blood than to be expected dripping slowly from between her slick lips, where her fingers pressed deeply within her. The cause soon became apparent as her hand slipped free from the confines of her bloodied sex revealing claws, coated in her vitae.

He growled at the almost painful tightness that slammed down against his sex causing him to wince in discomfort. A hand on her shoulder he slammed her face down against the bed and slapped her ass with all of his potence in retaliation.

"See,"she moaned at the sensations, "it is all about...." She paused to whimper, "giving" she finished in a strained voice. The sensations really were soooooo much, and she was list in them as he took her.

He retracted his fangs and bit her hard enough to break skin as he took her hard and fast from behind. He lapped at her blood as below her blood served to pave his way to the violent and forceful ass fucking he was giving his love. It was about giving. He could do that. She would give him pleasure and he would give her pain and his cruelty would be a love sonnant was he gentleness was for him.

And how she loved the sounds of his poetry. His body slamming against hers, her cries muffled by the bed her face was pressed against. His growls of pleasure, the slick sounds of his member sliding through her blood, as he entered her again and again. The sounds of fabric shredding as her claws shredded the sheets.

Her pulled back from her wound still holding her face down as he took her. Harder an harder he entered her shapely and beautiful ass. Shaking her body first and then the whole bed as her blood dripped form his lips and down against her back. His cock swelling and throbbing in her anal tunnel as the violence and perversity of it pushed him on closer and closer to his edge.

She screamed for him then. Pleasure and pain perfectly bended in one sound. As she froze up clenching every bit of her body. Down down down she fell into the climax of hedonistic pleasure.

He didn't even slow as she came. Harder and harder he pounded into her, stretching and tearing her insides as her muscles tried to hold him where he was. Faster and faster till he roared in release his head swelling and erupting deep with in her bowls.

She lay spent beneath him, wondering if he was going to flee again. She carefully hid her face against the mattress, her body tense waiting for him to run once more.

He collasped to the side of her and spread out as the relief of his release washed through him. He certainly didn't seem like he was going any where. Perhaps the other night had been only another of his endless mood swings.

She rolled over and lay her head against his chest, cuddeling against him. Totally spent, she didn't say anything.

And he held her just as silently.

(scene?)

(scene)