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

He watched her and knew she was accepting her role. now he found a place on her thigh and started to cut, carefully peeling off a strip of skin three inches wide and nearly all the way around her leg. Then.. done, the went to the other leg and cut off two one inch strips, off set from the one on her other leg.

Only when he touched her nerves did she twitch, accepting the pain. Fully lost in the endorphins coursing through her body. She was truly in ecstasy, this was no act on her part.

He watched but he accepted. The was not about passion for him. he was a high preist, making the sacrifice. it was her passion, her need, her blood that she gave to the gods. Now he more. He carved a sun over her belly, the rays of it dipping down toward her sex but never touching it or the most sensative of parts. A moon hugged one breast but did not reveal what was uner the skin. some mysteries were best hidden. The carving of a snawent around the other breast and then down one arm. All were carved by removing peices of skin, red upon pink.

She shivered as he cut, the wounds weeping blood. And the scent was intoxicating. It was hard not to taste it.

And she had stopped moving, though she had not stopped moaning. And now her eyes were open and watching him.

The scent was maddening, the room was being turned into an abattoir. Blood leaked everywhere, pooling and flowing. he hinds and hody were covered with the stuff, thick and hot and sticky. He was breathing hard now, concentrating on the work, on hte need, whispering words to his ancient gods, licking his lips, still free from blood. So much wanted a drink. Finally one one thei remained. In her forehead he carved, tiny letters, the name of his god. then he tossed hte knife toe the side and bent over and kissed her.

He was nearly shivereing with need.

She couldn't hold him, but she kissed him with such need. Such passion. She had lost so much blood, but she seemed to still have so much energy. So much need for him. But she wasn't trying to get up. She was his willing servant at this moment.

Hespoke louder now, saying the name of a god long dead, to others who replaced it, blood for it her blood freely given. he climebd on top of her stradling her body. More words, at the top of his voice, staring upinto the mirrors down at them. and then he..almost pounced, his fangs coming out and plunging into her neck. The kiss.

She arched under him as his fangs plunged into her throat. And then her blood touched his tongue and the world exploded. The blood that coursed down from her body, into the drain at the floor, shown with brightness. Magic flowed through it and up, back into them. The colors of the tile shown with extra luster, and a sound filled his ears. The sound of wind through pine trees.

He noticed it all. Saw it, heard it, smelled and knew instantly what she was talking about. he wanted to concentrate on it.. but he was not done. Now.. now he stopped nad licked the bite, licked a few of hte bigger cuts, stopping some of the blood flow though not all of it. then he released her bonds. still on top of her.

He watched her eyes waiting for the pleasure to leave her.. looking to see if she needed her medicine..before.. they continued.

She slowly dropped from the ecstasy of the Kiss, her eyes opening with slow blinks. She looked up at him for a moment, her eyes glazed. Then they cleared, and she reached for him. Pulling his lips to hers. Wanting to taste her blood in his mouth.

And he went to her easily, letting her taste herself on his lips. even as they kissed his hands went to her body, trying to rekindle her passion. of yes, he was ready to make love to her here, covered in her blood and skin, surrounded by the smell of her life and looking at themselves in the mirrors on the sky.

It was easy to rekindle what had honestly not gone too far beneath the surface. She was ready for him quickly moaning into his kiss. Sh4e didn't care that bits of her were all over. She wanted him. Badly.

Then she would have him, but not badly. He moved over her, adjusting as they kieed, sliding down to go from stradling her to being between her legs. the blood only meant they moved more easily.

She opened to welcome him in, her lips demanding. She wanted all of him, and the ecstasy of worship had driven her wild. This was the way she usually did things, and she demanded that he give all of himself to her.

She wanted him all and she was going to receive just that. his kiss matched her and he filled her, despite the world around him suddenly in flux. He was concentrating on the woman under him as he adjusted his hips and took her again, filling her in the pool of her own blood.

She reacted to his every touch and he reacted to the taste of her on his tongue and the scent surrounding his senses. he took her, and not too gently.

She didn't want gentle. She wanted him. And she was quickly rising, her hands spreading her blood over his back and in his hair as she clutched him to her, her hips moving to take all of him.

He gave her what she wished, his hips meeting hers and his moving into a rhythm now. Between them blood, around them blood and within them.. her blood flowed. And now, he was within her, bringing her the heat and pleasure she wanted, with the enthusasm of a believer, giving to his god.

When she hit her peak, she did so screaming. Head falling back, exhalting to the God. This peak was high than the ones before, and it lasted longer. The supplicant's high praise to the God they worshipped tonight.

He struggled to control himself but it was a hard thing. He was close, so close and this would be his third time of the night. And the first real release. So he fought it .growling harder and muttering to gos under his breath holding on to the cuts made in Mina's flesh. He wanted the peak higher, just a little higher.

And higher she went. Babbling his name and the God's name in higher and higher pitches. She tightened around him as he clutched her wounds, her strong legs pulling him close. The pleasure was reaching the point of pain, and he could tell.

He could tell and knew it hard to ned and now, pleasure to pain and blood. he pushed even harder, feeling his body giving in and the shuddering coming hard. Then he..pulled out and pressed his against hers, still moving in the same shythm as he then shuddered hard, his sex rubbing aains her wounds and between them.. and he orgasm, a flood of blood coming out rather than what would be expected. he had to make the gods happy.. and he had.. to give blood.

She felt his release hit her, and she kissed him. Hard. She could smell what that cost him, and she reveled in it with him, pulling him close to smear it across both of them.

"Mi amore, si."

He went to her and kissed her back. The room was heavy with the scent of blood and sex and looking in the mirrors revealed a scene that would make any aztec priest proud.

"Si. That was intense."

He only now had a chance to actually look at her closely, since the drinking of her blood.

She touched his face, her upper body unchanged. The horns were still there. But superimposed over her human legs, from the upper thighs down, was covered in fur, and were shaped as a goat's. Hooves and all.

"What do you think of what you see?"

He smiled at her.

"I think its interesting. and attractive in its own way. Part of me wants to play.. and part of me wants to eat you.."