Past Midnight (ST) - Darius and Crew

She fought back as he pinned her down, his knee between her legs, as she laughed at him "I could be away from here 3 days start and you'd never find me." she hissed back as her body arched and came off the desk, before he slammed her bad down.

"Yours?" she laughed again keeping eye contact knowing that would infuriate him more.

It did, but not for the reasons she might think. He picked her up, just to slam her back down on the desk again. He reached up with a free hand, tangling it in her hair. He pulled her head back, so that he could bring his mouth to her throat, nipping at the soft flesh that he found there. Gentle at first, then harder.

"Oh, yes. Mine. Do I need to show you that? Again?"

She laughed louder as he held her head and nipped her throat, she hissed "Yes you do." with a hip roll that almost pushed his knee from between her legs as she again used the desk for leverage to almost get him off off her as she fought her instincts to shift as he held her down, she'd not fought that in a bit, as she started to laugh even louder.

Then hissing to him "Even my body questions your ability to claim me." barely above a whisper with a stronger rush of rage as she barely is keeping control.

He growled softly, both hands moving to press her down against the desk, his eyes locked on hers. And in that moment, she saw him -- truly saw him. His eyes seemed to glow -- first green, then turning more and more red as they grew brighter and brighter. His lips peeled back from his teeth, his fangs easily visible for her to see. He was challenging her again, but this time -- with something else. The darkness that always lived within him was there, once in a blue moon coming to the surface so that she could easily see it. And it was threatening to envelope her as he held her down, shoving his knee back between her thighs.

"Be careful how you challenge me, Savannah," he said, his voice taking on a different sort of note -- booming -- larger than life. Almost... demonic.

Her body was instantly warm, her bared breasts her nipples hard, and slowly she leaned her head back - submitting to him as he flashed what he was, why she was his and that he had it under control. She fought against his hold, but it was not the same as the rage wasn't there as he dominated all of her.

Now one watching would see what looked more like a rape, while she pressed against him it was different her defieance against him gone, even if her hurt was still there. It was huge difference even with her neck bared to him she whispered "point made." barely above a whisper, as she tried to free her hips more.

His eyes continued to glow -- the darkness haven't left him. He dragged her head back, throating her with his teeth, his fangs, so close to her bare flesh. He was tugging what was left of her clothing off, his own getting ripped and torn in the process. He wasn't taking no for an answer. She could say it -- she would be ignored. He sank himself into her in one long, hard movement, pressing his hips against her as he buried himself inside of her.

"Is it?" he growled.

She groweld back as he suddenly was in her, trying to fight him off of her as instinct took over, even though he was in no mood she couldn't stop herself if she tried, while he held her head back he could easily rip her throat out as she tightened and her body tried to push him out of her, with her hips bucking and her hands trying to push him away and she was unable to answer him.

He growled again, his hips starting to move in a hard rhythm. Oh, she could try all she wanted, but he wasn't going anywhere. He growled and thrust into her, his hand in her hair pulling her head back as he nipped at her throat -- letting her feel the scrape of his fangs at her throat. He refused to be denied.

"You want me to stop?" he growled softly, near her ear.

She growled back with no words while her body fought his, while he claimed, and forced her to be taken by him. Her mind was screaming "YES" while her body was fighting and saying "YES" as he bruised her cervix hard while he took her by force her head still back and for every fight off, she'd tighten with a hiss.

IT was a good pause till her hips would finally meet his crushing thrusts, as she whispered back "No" finally as she gave into him.

He pressed into her again and again, holding her down. Taking her, claiming her -- and yes, his eyes were still glowing red. The darkness still surrounded him and it was thick enough that she could feel it. Caressing her as his hands did, filling her as he did.

"Then fuck me, Savannah. Fuck me."

She wrapped her legs around his hips, her muscles now tight to please them both, while her hips met his with a groan as he slammed into her, she moved to kiss him as her hands went down his back and then her nails raked up his back as she growled and started to buck back against him.

Her nipples were like hard large pearls pressed into his chest as she roamed her hands down to his ass, pulling him hard into her, as her tongue fought with his as their bodies were slapping together, and she felt his darkness in her, touching her, entering her and claiming her.

One hand reached for the wall to give more leverage and push back against him as her moans and growls filled the room. Her head still back easily if he wished to bite her or just remind her he could.

He bit her. But not with his fangs. She could feel his teeth, feel his fangs barely pressing into her flesh -- enough to give her the pleasure of the Kiss without actually drawing any blood from her. His hips slammed into her over and over again, his growling mixing with hers to form a sensual song that filled the apartment. His chest arched so that he could feel her nipples pressing against him, his hands moving so that he could curl his fingers, dragging them over her sides much like she raked him with her nails.

There growls were loud, the slapping of their bodies and she was lost in the kiss while he dragged his nails down her sides as her nails dug into his back. She was tight, willing and very much his.

As the darkness within him grew, the more rough he became. His growls seemed to have that odd, other-worldly quality to the, his hips thrusting hard into her. He pulled her against him, one arm holding her tight as his back moved, arching to the sweet bite of those nails of hers. His free hand came up, to roll one of the nipples pressed against him between his thumb and forefinger -- tugging and pinching in such a sweet, sweet way. He wasn't hurting her -- he was just getting more rough than he already had been.

She was taking all her was giving her, with a louder howl of enjoyment while he stepped this up a notch, her body was primmed to take him, and her nails were almost breaking his skin and then she was almost virginal tight again around him.

He loved it when she clenched him inside of her like that. He tugged at her nipples, pressing hard inside of her over and over, growling as the darkness started to fully take hold of him. That is to say... his pinches and his thrusts became a little more cruel, but it wasn't exactly... Darius... that she was dealing with anymore.

She arched, growled as his touch and taking of her changed. She stayed tight letting it use her while she enjoyed the harder and different edge.

It looked like Darius, felt like Darius. But she got the distinct feeling that it wasn't actually Darius that was doing anything anymore. He was still shy of hurting her, but he was rough -- so rough with her that it rode the edges of pain easily -- taking her and not just taking her. Using her for his pleasure, though he did seem to be trying to share some of that pleasure with her. There would be no tender kisses this time, no sweet movements or words. Nothing but those growls, those glowing eyes staring at her.

She was his -- and this here is why she was.

Her eye kept looking back at his or was that its while she was used for its use and pleasure. She couldn't stop if she wanted to her body instinctually reponding she was far past words or logic while it used her for its pleasure and oddly for hers as well.

She felt him tensing inside of her as he growled and grunted his pleasure. Still taking her, it was again the Darius-thing rather than Darius himself that used her. He barely looked human anymore as he took her so roughly, took her enough to hurt, but not enough to do any damage to her. And then she felt him flooding her with heat, the heat that meant that she had, once again, drawn blood from him. Whether she had meant to or not, he had come inside of her, though it was blood now.

She wasn't really human at this point, it was her beast in full control as he filled her, his heat in her as she growled/howled out her pleasure, while whatever it was used her to both of their pleasures, and she'd be bruised but healed by morning.

Panting under him while he finished out his ride and she was merely the vessel being used, but in a way so was he. Her eyes were pure hematite and she bit his neck, hard - if he'd been human it would of been one hell of a mark, but he wasn't in anyway human at al.

He really wasn't. His return bite was just as hard -- enough to rend flesh if she had truly been human. Thankfully, she wasn't. He collapsed against her and continued to pant, still growling. But he was still again.

His bite got another growl out, as he collapsed on her, she gently ran her nails up and down his back. They smelled of sex, blood and something else while they both cooled down.

He didn't need to breathe -- so he didn't. But he did make appreciative little growls in his throat each time her nails made a pass over his back. He did enjoy it.

She pressed a little harder, leaving red marks, while she caught her breath, she did need to breath, but her body rose and fell under him, her breasts pressed to his chest, her could feel her nipples hard against his chest and her nails dug just a little deeper, but her legs were still around him, holding him deeply in her and she shook again with a last rippled of her own intense orgasm.