Catching the Taste cont. (Lobos) - Mina's Home and Studio

She chuckled.

"Not enchanted in that sense. Able to see into the Dreaming, and all the creatures that cannot be seen with normal eyes. As for your blood on my kind...I have heard stories. Stories that give me pause at tasting of you."

He raised a brow.

"Your magic and our does not..work well together then? while seeing into where you come from sounds interesting.. it sounds like my blood belongs here. Still, the kiss can happen.. and you blood may be spilled if you allow it. As you said earlier.. equal in the eyes of hte gods."

She nipped at his jaw.

"Your blood could destroy everything that I am. But I am willing to give all but that to the gods."

He shivered a little and raised his jaw so she could nip all she wanted, his hands finding her body and caressing it.

"As is right. And would not my..being enchanted lead to the destruction of others, even parts of your world?"

She nipped and licked across his jaw.

"No. In that state, you would be less likely to harm my people."

Full of passion and lust as she was, it was hard for her to keep herself off him.

He was fine with her attentions and was feeling it as well.

"Then maybe that would be good.. we can talk about it. We had better move or we will never get out of here."

He squeezed a butt cheek again.

"So.. is this how you really look?"

She shook her head.

"No. I have the legs of a goat."

He thought for a moment.

"Hmm, I thought that was only the men. But then the stories are old and mixed up. If I become enchanted will i see the whole you?"

He bent his head over to nibble her shoulder.

Her teeth moved to his throat.

"Yes. In all my glory."

She nibbled gently, nuzzling into him and taking in his scent. Pressing her body against him, hands clutching him.

"And I would say we should move downstairs, but that requires moving away from you."

He suddenly swept her off her feet and into his arms, carrying the very hot and very sexy handful downstairs. He didnt need to know she was stronger than him. All that mattered is she didnt have to leave him now. And god she smelled... amazing. And he realized he was smelling her, and her sex and that was all.

She squeaked when he swept her up, not expecting it. Then she pointed him in the direction through the studio with all its mirrors to a small door in the wall. Through the door was a ten by ten room full tiled with a mirrored ceiling. On the walls were wrist and ankle shackles with a collar chained to the wall. And a whole table of knives or various sizes. In the center of the room was a table with restraints attached.

"Una encantadora, I hope all is to your liking. Not many get to come in here."

He was surprised to hear a mountain god squeak, but then she was a woman too. He went through the door to find.. a blood room. Oh, some might say it was a torture room but what he saw was a room made for the spilling and draining of blood.

"gracias por el honor. ¿Usted a menudo .. drenar la sangre de un sacrificio?"

His surprisereduced him to his home language. His touch across surfaces showed, he was not afraid, but rather in awe of this room.

She ran her fingers across his muscles.

"In my less than not light and fluffy moments, I tend to use this room, yes. I am not usually the one upon the table."

He smiled again, and it was a predators smile.

"You have some darkness in you Chica. Muy bueno."

He turned to look at her again.

"And tonight? Am I to be the sacrifice? of you?"

He had still but her down and now his mouth found her neck, forcing her head back sucking hard at the skin over the vein, then licking at it as it jumped to the surface, Oh yes, he knew the tricks.

She turned her head to give him better access, gasping.

"Usted es el sacerdote. Soy el solicitante."

He growled lightly into the throat and then kissed it gently.

"Are you sure you wish to put yourslef in my hands? You know the name of my god, yes?"

She pointed to a cabinet.

"If I pass out, you pour one of the vials in there down my throat. With that, I will not die. But no, I do not know the name of your god."

He smiled nad nuzzled her ear and whispered a few words.. as if the very act of saying the words out loud may summon the one he named.

Her eyes widened, and she pressed herself against him closer. She gave a soft moan and nibbled on his ear.

"My Divine Lord, please accept my willing sacrifice."

He carried her to the center of the room and laid her on the table. He then strapped her in. It was a slow process, not because he did not know what he was doing but because he was taking his time. He touched her, running his hand down her arm and then strapped it in, going over to the other and doing the same. Then came the legs, giving his hands time to touch her in more interesting ways. And finally he had her down. He went to the cabinet.

"This is what you spoke of?"

She shivered at his touch, letting him strap her down with no fight. Her eyes followed him, worship in her gaze. In the cabinet, when he opened it, were tiny crystal vials filled with a clear liquid.

"Si. For emergencies."

He set it back safely and then looked over the choices. His hands was almost reverential of the blades, finally finding a skinning knife and testing the blade. He went over to her, running the bad of the blade across her body.

Goosebumps rose to the touch of the blade, and she moaned as her tender flesh turned red.

"Si, mi amor. I give my blood to the God."

Ant this was only the dull back and the tip, leaving a small line. that was to excite, not to actually start. then he got.. to her feet. The bonds held her down but they could move a little. He started to softly shave the bottom of her feet, the sharp edge of the balde just barely moving across the relatively tender skin. He had no effect what it did to hooves, but human skin peeled of afaste, leaving soft tender flesh.

Her head fell back, a moan escaping her lips. In this world, she felt the flesh shaved from her foot. And it pulled her into ecstasy. Her foot twitched ever so slightly as he touched upon nerves, but that was a reaction to touch, not the pain.