Bloodlust (Closed for UKStud)

[Mephistophelily]

It all seemed so vivid in her mind, even to this day. The feel of that man's hand in her hair, pulling her head back, his arm locked tightly against her. He had whispered words, not words of love and seduction, but promises of pain and end of innocence. She had sobbed, begged for him to leave her be, to let her continue her life in obliviousness to a creature such as himself... And then that feeling. That searing pain of his teeth against her flesh. The pierce if his fangs and the flow of her blood...

But even through all that, she saw the other one.
The man who watched.
He lingered back, seeming as horrified as she was on the scene taking place before him. She had even pleaded for his help, but he did not move.

She understood some time later.
When the girl she was, no longer was her.
She was like him. They were no longer people of their own free will... They were the puppets of this monster, the vampire who demanded they refer to him only as The Father. The Father gave you life, The Father controlled all. The will of The Father was your command. To disobey The Father resulted in pain, horrific pain that an immortal could only wish somehow would provide death.

The Father was a horrendous creature. He had no concern on the pain he caused for others, the destruction he left in his wake. He forced the two, the Siblings as he dubbed them, to carry out the tasks he found so demeaning. When villages had no 'suitable' food sources, he encouraged them to go take as they wished, only to take from them once they returned to him. Even blood was not enough, her body used as his own toy as he wished over the centuries.

Release from his control finally came in the early 1900's.
The people had enough of the monster they feared. They stormed his home, destroyed the creature, attempted to do the same to her as they found her in his bed. If it had not been for her brother in blood, finding her in the flames of the house...

It left her in madness. Safety with Brother. And safety she found, for centuries. Though as times changed, so did she. The ways of The Father still lingered in their minds, the tasks they had completed in his name... They were things that whispered in her head, begged to be revived...

Curious things on the way Brother reacted.
The way she herself reacted.
The hunger that a vampire could never lose...

Rebecca had tried so hard to blend in that night. It had rained. It drew out the scents of the city. Smells that the human senses certainly weren't aware of... The overwhelming linger of the traffic intensified. The stink of human sweat. The allure of arousal.

That was a vampire's call. The beckon of one so lost in lust that they were oblivious to their mistakes.

She had found one such man, covered in the stink of alcohol and the linger of lust, standing in the rain outside a club. It was fading away... A man spurned. His affections, if it could be deemed as such, denied and the hurt drowned in added liquor. The blood was tainted, but a source none the less. Rebecca ached with hunger, and to deal with the aftermath of his mistake was something she was willing to have at this point.

Be alluring. A black leather skirt, tight to flesh, hint at what was hidden beneath. A tiny thing. Her chest was meager, but shown off well in the black lace top, the small black bra a tiny sense of modesty- or perhaps the sign of a harlot. He had taken notice of her stare, her approach. A drunken smirk and the sheep followed the wolf.

"Poor thing.... Did she turn you down....?," She purred softly as he trailed after her into the alley.

"She's- she's a bitch anyway," He stumbled out, clumsy hands already pawing at her shirt. "You.... my type too."

The speech of a caveman. This was going to linger foul in her mouth. "You're sweet, love....," She purred, wrapping her arms about his neck, kissing tenderly against his skin. The smell. The heat of his veins. "I'm cold. Hold me. The rain is too cold."

"I can... warm up...."
She doubted he felt it.
God, the taste. So foul. But she fed. The taste would stay, she was certain of it. She prayed Brother would not notice... Dropping the body to the rainsoaked ground, she wiped the remaining drops from her lips, simply stepping around him and taking those first stumbled steps out into the street. Damn the blood of a drunkard....



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Rebecca and her brother.

 

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Rebecca simply glanced at him sourly as he took her arm, looking back to the body with a smile. "He needed a friend, Christian.... I was the shoulder to cry on. And bleed on. He looks much happier now, doesn't he?" She had started to laugh at the comment, only to yelp lightly as he pushed her back. Not that it had hurt, but that the motion was one she hadn't expected.

"Oh, Brother. You can be so mean when you haven't fed yourself...," She pouted, taking hold of the man's limp arms and heaving him up from the ground. "The wolf leaves behind the rabbit's remains to show others. I am a good wolf." She made a growling face at him over the man's shoulder, hoisting him up and into the dumpster against the club's wall. The resounding metal thunk made her smirk a bit, wiping her hands together before returning to her brother's side.

"I had no time to play," She noted in response to his accusation, her fingers reaching out to toy with his hair delicately. "I was far too hungry. He had a smell to him, so delicious and sweet... but bitter too. Like a child's candy... I still taste him on my tongue." She let the tip of said tongue slip between her lips, as if to try and let him 'see' the lingering flavor. "I do believe he was a bit more into the bottles than I had first thought. I am happy, but my legs are not so cooperative. Carry me, Brother."

Without even waiting for his permission, she wrapped her arms about his neck, resting her head against the back of his shoulder. "Are you hungry too, Brother? I can find you a friend as well... Can you smell it on me? You truly are a grumpy thing when you haven't fed. I don't like it. I like you better after. You are so much more fun..."

Her head lolled to the side, still buried against his wet back, looking up into the night's sky. "I can see the moon. It's hiding from me, but I can see it. It's always spying on us, Christian... I want to stab it down."

 

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"A gift from a friend. People are always willing to part with things so easily... when you call them friends... Or perhaps it was because I threatened to kill them..." Her voice was a mere singsong tone, watching the moon still as he carried her along, nestling in against his black silken hair. A deep breath was taken of the scent she knew so well, the familiarity of him wafting over her. Big brother. My angel. "It looks better on me than it did her. Especially after I snapped her neck. I don't like noisy bugs, Christian. Crickets drive me mad. Cheep cheep... cheep cheep... shhh."

He had already called her out on her drunken aftermath, something she had been aware of but refusing to accept. Her legs wrapped about his hips, holding her closer still to him. "I may be wobbly, but I want to play... Don't send me home to bed yet, brother. I want to be the wolf. The moon is safe for one more night, I suppose. If I killed it, I would have nothing to howl to..." She pushed up a bit, kissing his cheek with reddened lips before hopping off from his back. There was still a stumble to her feet, but she countered it with a hand to the brick wall beside them.

"A little bunny for big brother," She agreed, glancing around. The music of the clubs still pounded away, promising the lures of more drunken bodies, disappointment from its visitors. Finding the right one was the only big issue. One of the wonders of the modern city- it was nearly a buffet for a hungry vampire.

"I smell tears," She whispered to her sibling, resting a hand unstably on his shoulder and stepping around him on the high black heeled boots. "There... Oh, look at her makeup run, brother. Sad little bunny."

She crept over to the girl in question, standing before a club with her face buried in her hands. "What's wrong, little sweet?," She purred softly, resting a hand on the girl's back.

"He- he's with another girl... I didn't believe it, I just didn't- he's all but fucking her on the dance floor..."

Spurn and heartache. "Poor, poor little thing. Would you like for my brother to beat him up?"

The girl laughed softly, shaking her head. "As much as I would enjoy that, I don't think... that would be.... Is that your brother?"

A hunter's presence could be a thing of fear, or majesty. Her brother had a grandiose presence to him, especially with the ire she had raised in him not moments ago. "That he is... And a single thing, too. Perhaps you and my brother would care to take a word on this heartless bastard?"

 

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She watched at first, her brother's play fascinating at first, but slowly lost her interest. He made the game linger. She simply couldn't do that. Between possibly losing her plaything or the anxiousness of wanting too much- she hated to wait. Give. Now. Take what was hers.

Rebecca leaned against the bricks, humming softly in contrast to the music coming from the building behind her. A glance was given back to her entrapping sibling, an eyebrow raising. Inviting her along? They were keeping little bunny? "Brother...," she started questioningly, pushing off from the wall.

But the girl was oblivious to her. A flush hit her cheeks, a smile and slow nod. "Y- you know what? Yeah... Yeah. I... Screw him! Bastard!" This Beth took hold of Christian's arm, looking up at him with another smile, still being blind to the now dumbstruck "little sister" just steps behind them.

He was doing this on purpose-! Rebecca seethed slightly at the thought, knowing what her brother was capable of. He was enticing this girl to sleep with him first?!

"I'll kill your rabbit," She hissed sharply, darting to his free side and glaring up at him. "And I'll keep its toes to spite you." Her finger plunged hard against his chest, Rebecca pulling back to let him pass. She knew he needed to feed, but- if he was going to snarl at her for playing with her food, why in the hell was he doing it too?!

"You better not put that thing on my bed!," she howled out, pouting again.

"Your sister is.... Strange," Beth noted softly.

 

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The girl's giggles brought about a roll of Rebecca's eyes, a sour glare given her brother's direction as he commented on ignoring the grumbling vampire sibling. And he accused HER of playing with her food too much? Folding her arms over her chest, she sulked slightly, simply waiting for the cab he hailed a few steps away from the momentary couple. Her eyes widened slightly as he crooned to her to sit up front as the car stopped, a muffled shriek swallowed down as she slid into the car.

Rebecca just watched in the rearview as the pair continued in the backseat, her mind absolutely set on why he did this- payback, pure and simple. She had made her pouting comment on lack of play.... so he was showing how easily he could get it! He confirmed it even more with the whispered words in the girl's ear, a taunt he knew she could hear. Her fangs started to push through, her anger flaring, the blood she had recently taken already boiling. Tempers seemed shorter after they fed- and being pushed didn't help at all.

She had half a mind to attack the driver. Just to piss Christian off.

The car finally arrived at the current home of the set, an 'inherited' house from a few 'friends', as Rebecca called them. Her brother and his current friend pushed through the door, leaving her simply rolling her eyes once more as they moved through the house.

"Which room is yours?," the girl whispered hastily, her hands now tracing heavy paths against Christian's skin, her eyes already wild from his actions in the car. The scent of her was strong even to Rebecca, who was in the kitchen simply staring. Her hand rested on the counter. Close to the butcher's block.

"I don't care," Beth groaned out deeply, shaking her head. "I don't care, the couch, the table, I don't care-!" Her voice rose with each burst, her hips rocking against the man before her.

"And I am the whore?," Rebecca hissed under her breath, looking away quickly. It wasn't helping that much, however.... Hearing the little bunny throw herself on her brother was driving her mad.

 

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Rebecca was nearly biting a hole through her own lip, watching her Brother attack the woman in their living room. If she had any concern for that carpet, she would have been furious. Of course, she had done worse things to it- but to watch her BROTHER go at it with this- this... girl... was enough to leave her maddened worse than she already was.

The stare he gave her was a flat off rubbing in her face. This was intentional. He was flaunting the fact he was playing with his food... That he was getting a good raise out of that blood, making it heated and rich. The girl's croons and groans were no help either, leaving the female vampire all but shaking in that tiny kitchen.

"You're going to break it," She hissed furiously as he rammed deeply into the girl, his hips pistoning against the glass table and nearly scooting it across the room. her reference was to both the toy he played with and the table he rocked upon, Rebecca staring at the girl so far gone in her pleasure. "Just do it already, why don't you?!"

Beth, however, was oblivious to the two's spat, enthralled with the deep thrusts of this mysterious man who promised to make her forget her terrible boyfriend. He had done well so far to make her not care about the man at the club... Instead, she was screaming out for the one holding her, fucking her... "Oh, GOD!," She screamed out, her eyes starting to roll back as she groaned.

Rebecca growled again, storming into the living room and grabbing the girl by the hair, yanking her head back and kissing her hard, biting down into the girl's lower lip and suckling off some of the blood. He taunted too much. She needed it too... "Just bite her! NOW!," She snapped as she pulled her own lips away, glaring up at her brother with reddened eyes. "Do it, or I will-!"

 

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Rebecca's fury turned to giddiness as she saw her brother's earnest attempts at entertaining this meat turn to a desire to feed, her bite upon the girl's lips pulling out his hunter's hunger. "Hush, hush, little bunny," She purred, grasping tightly to the girl's hair as she squirmed and tried to pull away, the sound of her brother's use of her dripping hole coming to fruition. His grunts and growls were soon buried into the girl's neck, Rebecca's fingers still twined into the sweaty mess of hair as the girl writhed and screamed.

But Christian... Ohhhh, wonderful Christian. He was happy now, the girl's nearly lifeless body pushed hard against the table as the feeding vampire finished both his meal and his fun. Rebecca licked her lips, still on her knees at the table's edge, watching in excitement as he tore away from the girl's neck.

He was beautiful in that state.
Wild eyes.
Blood fueled.
The stare of a beast.

"Happy boy...," She purred out, reaching up to touch his mussed cheek. "My wonderful big brother.... Do you feel better now? You shouldn't play with your food like that, what if it were to run away? And to tease me over what you have- It simply isn't fair..." She raised up a bit more, gently kissing his cheek, licking away some of the mess left to his now warmed skin.

Ohhh, the wonderful afterglow. He would be warm for hours now. Her little drunkie was already starting to cool in her own system...

"I love that look in your eyes, big brother," She whispered into his ear, finally letting the other hand free of the girl's hair. "We should hunt together more often. Share a meal as a family should... Instead of teasing each other so."

Getting to her feet, she kicked at the side of the table, the girl's arms flopping lifelessly against the floor. "Clean yourself up, Brother. I'll deal with this."

 

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"I'll do my best. No complete promises, Brother." Rebecca smiled softly, reaching up to tap the side of her head. "Bats in the belfry, Christian... Never quite sure what they tell me to do anymore. But sometimes, they have such fun ideas..."

She stepped back as he simply pulled away from the girl, leaving her to be dealt with by his younger sibling. Reaching down, she tugged the girl from the table, leaving behind the girl's purse for her own amusement. It was pretty. And there had to be some fun goodies left in there. Hoisting the body up and over her shoulder, she carried her out much like a bag of trash, tossing her simply into the bin residing in the garage. Work for a later night. At least now the living room was a touch more presentable. No one liked to see dinner's remains left in the middle of the table. How.... uncivilized.

Coming back in, she heard him call to her, mentioning a shower for her as well. She made a face, but knew he was most likely right on needing one.

Settling down on the couch, plucking up that purse and pawing through it, she was humming once again. Ohh, money. Ohhhh, credit cards! OOOH!

She had no idea what that was, but it was so shiny and pretty-!

Finally she hit the girl's cell phone, her curiosity getting the best of her and clicking it open. 17 new messages. 4 missed calls.

Awww.
All the same guy.
Was this her sweet sonofabitch?
She scrolled through them, reading with a smirk.
That slowly started to fade.

This man spoke of terrible things. Things he wanted to do to Beth, things that were a thousand times worse than what her brother had just done- aside from the whole... biting... thing.

It all seemed so incredibly familiar to her. Far, far too familiar to her- drudging up bad memories of Father. She stared down into the phone's screen, remembering the nights of pure torture he'd put her through, simply for his amusement... the way she begged, pleaded for him to stop, to just let her go back to Christian-

"Rebecca!"

She nearly dropped the phone, hastily stuffing it in the one place she figured safe- down into her bra. "Yes?," She called back, getting off the couch to look at him with a forced smile. "Oh, is it my turn already? Of course, right... Let me go get some fresh clothes..." She started for the bedroom, taking out the phone and setting it on her dresser.

 

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It certainly had spooked her, those notes left for her brother's bunny. Rebecca was trying to keep the thoughts from her mind as she slid into the shower, heated water steaming against her cold skin. The remains of her night's work were soon rushed down the drain, but the vampire girl lingered in the water for a longer time. Kill the thoughts. The images. The reminders of what made her this way...

"He's dead," she whispered to the showerhead, her fingers running against the scar that would never heal.... A product of his demise, of her own near death. The reddened mark rested along the valley of jer cleavage, a straight attempted gash- the tries to remove her heart as she screamed beside his naked opened corpse. His had been ripped out from behind... A task completed while he was-

"Stop!" Rebecca screamed the word, slamming her palm hard into the shower wall, gasping as it buckled in. "Damn it..." She sighed heavily, finally turning off the water and getting out. Drying and redressing in fresh clothes, she was soon returning to the living room, settling onto the couch and playing her bare toes against the cracked table in front of her.

Try to find something else to think about.
"You broke my table," she finally called out, peering over the back of the couch- and finding him not where she had thought. Curious... "Christian?"

She was off the couch once again, headed back down the hallway to find him. In her room? "What are you-" she paused, spotting the phone nestled in his palm. "What are you doing with that? I wanted a trinket. What's wrong with that?"

 

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"What are you-" Rebecca gave a surprised little yelp as he threw the phone, jumping back slightly and cringing. The smashed bits littered the floor, but the vampire could only stare at her brother in shock. "What? What is it? What were you doing with that thing?!"

Why had he yelled like that? Have... her? Her who? Beth? Well, yes, he'd quite made certain that whoever that man was not going to touch her again- but why the sudden concern over a human?

Rebecca..."

She looked back at him, still totally lost on this whole thing as he fell onto her bed and rested his head into his palms. Something had rattled him, something terribly so. She'd never seen him this out of sorts since the last time a brave human had actually tried to kill them.

"Was that- Was he a hunter?," She asked softly, trying to piece this all out. "Did he... know or something?"

His words were broken, but there was enough for her to understand as he stammered out what it was that frightened him so. She gave a horrified little cry, her hands coming to dig fingers against her lips as she pressed her back to the wall. Father?!

"He's dead- Christian, he's dead, He's DEAD!" She was chanting it now, as though more to remind herself on this than to make her brother hear her words. "That's simply not- it's impossible... I saw them take his heart, I had his- I had his blood all over me, I know what happened that night!"

His face was solemn.
He knew that man's voice as well as she did. There was no mistaking it... and if that was what he had heard...

He was coming to her now, explaining further. Beth's cheating bastard- was Father.

"Oh... No, no...." She quickly threw her arms about her brother's neck, clinging to him tightly and shaking her head. "No... He can't be. He just can't-!"

Disbelief was quickly replaced with an over attempt at rationalizing. "We- we need to go. We can get away from him, we can run away, he can't find us if- He can't chase us if he doesn't know where we are... We need to go, just go, get out of here- we can start all this over again, find another house to claim..."

She stopped, staring into his eyes. "He'll kill us. Or make us do all those things again... I- No... Please, no. I'd rather die than go through that again..." Her voice was trembling now. "Christian, I- I think I'm actually scared..."

 

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Rebecca clung to him, closing her eyes and shaking her head as he started to pull away. The feel of his hand along her hair, her cheek- it worked to comfort her somewhat, but the fear was still there. She hadn't even heard that voice.... She could only imagine what it was that he had heard on the other end of that line. If it was enough to make him yell like that into the phone....

"Beth was- supposed to be a sister," She started softly, a bit of a horrible feeling developing in her stomach. No. Replacement. Another... Another version of her. Someone else he could put through that hell.

Rebecca felt now that they had given her the better option.

She nodded softly as he suggested taking care of what they had done, nervously toying with her own lips as he leaned in to kiss her cheek gently. She shivered, closing her eyes, then gave him a glance. He knew she was afraid, and she could tell he was as well... but he did far, far better at hiding that.

"We can't just let him come to us," She noted softly. "We don't know what he's capable of now. It's been centuries since we've last seen him- and like you said, we don't know what else he's done. If he can survive... that... Then..." She trailed off, shaking her head.

He must have known what the set had done that night. That she was nearly taken too. That Christian had stolen her away from it. That neither of them had even thought, even tried to save him. They saw it as freedom, release from his hell... At least to make an attempt at something for themselves. They certainly hadn't achieved much further on taking lives of humans, but at least it was done sparingly. Not pure rampages of destruction.

She looked up again as he spoke, trying to force a smile. "I trust you, brother...," She whispered, nodding softly. Her eyes widened a bit as he suddenly kissed her, unsure on how to react to- to...
Oh...
...Darling Christian...
She moaned weakly, her hand raising to rest against his cheek. Was it because he still had the warmth to him that she didn't pull away? He felt... wonderful... Her lips pressed back against his, that hand moving to run through his hair, against the back of his neck.

He called her.... His...

 

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"Mmn..." Rebecca couldn't help the tiny moan that left her lips and buried into her brother's as he kissed her, his tongue dancing against her own. So much of her was confused by this, but at the same time... strangely comforted. He was there. He was keeping her safe.

Her brother loved her... so very much.

The tiny sound grew a bit louder as his hands drifted against her, coaxing against her hair, caressing along her behind. She was shivering now, lost in Christian's hold. She should... stop this. They were- siblings... weren't they?

They had been deemed it by the Father. They had been together for centuries as such. They saw each other as brother and sister... But she would admit to finding a jealousy to those he claimed with sexual lurings. Even that incident earlier with Beth- She had been seething, angry and... jealous. Not of him, but... her.

She had Christian.

Rebecca gasped softly as he pulled her back onto the bed with him, pulling away just enough to look into his eyes. "What are we doing...?," She asked softly, though as soon as the words left her, she was back to kissing him, her lips trailing from his to his cheek, his neck, tender nips against him as she ran her hand against his chest between them. He was still warm from the girl.

She wondered if...

Her hand drifted further, running down to the front of her brother's jeans.

Yes. She felt it there too, more pronounced than simply the push of his arousal against her as they stood before. Her fingers worked against him through the fabric, simply massaging against her brother's cock.

"I'm not his," She whispered, looking up into his eyes. "I want to be yours, brother. I want to be safe, not afraid. I want to know I have a lover that is always there, not to harm me... but to love me and protect me. That's always been you, Christian. Even at my worst, you have yet to abandon me... Let me be yours, Christian. I want to be yours, brother-!"

 

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Rebecca gasped softly as he made his promise to her, tearing at her shirt in his earnest attempts to get to her skin. She was shaking slightly, but not in fear- more confusion and want of her own. Somehow fear had made her so much more needing of her 'big brother'.... So much more dependent on him, so much more wanting of his affections.

So much so that... That she wanted all this.

The sound of his voice claiming her as his own and the pull of his hands against her jeans had her twisting on the bed, trying to aide him in the removal of the fabric that stood in his way. The look in his eyes, the flash of his fangs- there was something besides just lust hidden in those.

She understood as the growl came from his lips. A want for sex, and a want for blood. She groaned and nodded as his hand's warmth pushed against her panties, his fingertips taunting against her newly found ache for him. His lips were back to hers, her returning kiss heavy and passionate as she pulled her brother down against her, moaning gently into his lips. His fangs met against hers, the long heavy points finding a harsh contrast against delicate lips. Her tongue grazed against his, her moans growing from little needful noises to a heavy cry as he tore at her bra and gave his warm hands freedom to explore against her pale skin.

"It's alright," She whispered, tilting her head for him to take open exposure. "Do it...," She crooned, looking back up to his glistening teeth. "Mark me as yours, Christian-!"

Rebecca simply didn't care anymore. Wrong, right, confusing as it all may have seemed... This was what she wanted. His safety, his touch. He would not harm her, he would not put her through that hell... Perhaps the mark of another would keep Father away- Unless he could TELL the mark of his own children?

"Claim me with your teeth, brother.... Then claim me completely..."

 

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Rebecca gasped softly as he came to rest above her, his mouth teasing along her neck, testing her skin... Finding his perfect spot. She shivered lightly, her fingers running against his arms, his shoulders, feeling the strong form of her brother- the body of a hunter. A true predator, both of seduction and of blood. "Christian...," she whispered out in need, the sharp cry leaving her as his bite took to her neck.

His hands clutched her head and breast, claiming so much of her at once- with command, with lust, with his teeth. She groaned softly as he suckled and drank of her, his fingers grasping and kneading her breast. Her legs pushed against the bed, her whimpers of want growing louder still. "My blood is yours, brother- My body is yours... Ohhhh, fuck me, Christian! Please! I need you inside me, I need you to fuck me!" She was nearly screaming now, her fingers clutching her brother's back, her nails driving into his skin.

She continued to writhe and whimper as he pulled from her neck, his mouth coated with her blood as he growled down at her, his own want bringing his hips to grind down against her. She welcomed his heavy kiss as he stooped to her lips, that growl still in his throat as he shared her blood's flavor against her tongue. She growled in response, digging her hands against him, wanting to keep him close, to keep him with her.

He tugged away her panties with a forceful hand, his own pants quickly tugged away as she kissed against his neck, his chin, her ache growing so much more as he came to rest against her. His warm thick cock nestled between her pussy lips, teasing so terribly along her wet folds as she groaned, her hips rocking up to take him.

"Yes.... Ohhh, yes, fuck me, brother-! I need you, please!," she growled, her own fangs breaking into the flesh of his neck as she continued to groan for him.

 

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The gasp that came from him did nothing to stop her- if anything, it encouraged her. Rebecca growled softly as he rubbed his cock along her folds, her hips rocking upwards in need. His blood was maddening, his taste even lingering with his own lust. His groan of pleasure was the only little warning she had before his cock coated in her dripping sex's juices suddenly pushed into her.

Rebecca's fangs pulled away as he entered, a groan rolling from her lips as his crimson droplets ran down her jaw, dripping over his shoulder, down onto her. "Ohh-!" She quickly looked up to him, panting softly already as he pushed further, forcing his way into her tight passage. His deep eyes stared down at her as his fangs flashed, his hand suddenly snatching out to steal her wrist and brought to those teeth. He bit, marking and tasting, fucking her harder as his bloodlust added to his carnal lust.

The bite pushed her on as well, the intimate embrace of his teeth into her flesh bringing both a cringe and moan as he tasted from both wrists. As he thrusted even harder into her, her legs snapped quickly about him, pulling her tightly against her brother's hips. "Christian... You're... so big... Ohhh-!" She crooned out happily as he fucked her- a true fucking, a vampire's force and speed and lack of concern for pain leaving him more an animal on a mission against his sister's aching pussy than a tender lover.
But she loved it.
Needed it.

The scent of blood was fully in the air now, the both of them nearly healed from the wounds both had inflicted, but the smell of blood and arousal was certainly heavy. He had marked her in all senses of the word....

Her hands drifted up, to clutch at her brother's back, to dig her nails sharply into his flesh. The long lines of red followed her touch, scratching hard into his skin.

His sudden growled confession took a few moments to register for her, the feel of him pounding so hard into her- nearly splitting in half, it almost felt like...

But it finally clicked.
Rebecca simply howled a blissful moan with that, nodding furiously and gasping. "Yes.. Yes you should have- I... Ohhhh, FUCK- Christiannn-! Yours... Yours, Big Brother, I will forever be yours..."

 

[Mephistophelily]

"Cuh- Christian-!" She gasped for her brother, clutching to him tightly, crying out as he growled and claimed, forcing himself upon her with such ferocity she almost feared he would tear her open. The affirming snarls and deep growls that claimed her as his, property of her immortal sibling... They left her nodding furiously, her lips left parted open in a blissed stare into his eyes. She saw the deep lust in there, how true his confession of having wanted her actually was.

A sharp gasp came from her as he pushed her head aside, his teeth once more claiming her flesh, taking of her blood. A heavy moan poured from her, those eyes rolling back as he rubbed his heated body against her, forcing up into her still as he used her like an animal. Her brother's pet, his easy prey, his companion. He felt incredible, so amazing, so overwhelming- hard and deep, drivin her mad.

"Brother-!" She wasn't sure if he could even hear her, if he was too far gone to his bloodlust, his desire. "Brother, I- HNAA! CHRISTIANNN!"

He drove into her even harder, his own release so close- she could feel it, sense it with his motions, jis breath. He roared out into her ear, giving his all, his warmth that flooded into her cool form. She held to him, panting as they lay there, her brother's cock resting within her, his seed left to coat within her. Rebecca looked at him as he whispered, a smile upon her lips. "New," she repeated softly, leaning up to gently kiss his lips.

Her protector. Her lover.
Her big brother.
She closed her eyes, sighing softly as thoughts she dreaded began to return. "He will find us, Christian." She hated to even say it. "We haven't much time. We can flee... Or we can stand. I saw how they tried to kill him... I am not sure how it failed, but we can try again."