Desperate Times (closed)

[sweetheart97]

"It's not important." If he wanted to know about her lack of trust in the vaccine, he'd have to capture her.

She blushed again when he lifted her chin and then called her a crap negotiator. She opened her mouth to defend herself but he pointed out every single mistake. Then he started to unbutton his shirt and she looked down at her lap, but he was inviting her to look at his back. The number of marks. They had never whipped her, but she heard others when it happened. When he asked if she understood, she shook her head.

"No. I don't understand. But I understand that they're a danger to you, and you're trying to help me. It would be stupid to go in there not at full strength. So," she bit her lip in thought, "I offer you, Darius, a one time offer of my blood, expiring when the sunrises. This means one feeding, until you are full, though it stops if I pass out. Conditions are that you do your best to make it not hurt. I..." It was odd, negotiating with a vampire. "I'm not good at this, you're right. But if you accept it, I won't demand to go with you." She looked down. "Seems kind of like a dick move to demand to go now anyway."

 

[The_gladiator]

He rebuttoned his shirt as he listened to her. “A dick move, huh?” he made it a question with the lilt to his voice. He sat down on the edge of the bed. “That is a more precise bargain, yes. Though I am not sure what is to understand about the price I paid just to feed, and yet you want to bargain to live there with them, when I have offered to allow you to stay with me, and I didn’t even say I’d charge you rent, let alone the pound or two of flesh you’d owe them. In fact, I’m willing to give a pound of flesh just to feed you.” He shrugged as if that would make it all go away, or none of it mattered.

His hazel eyes met hers, the green of the shirt making them look more green than brown in the low light. “Of course I can make it not hurt, just what sort of an amateur do you think I am. Am I allowed to give you the full treatment complete with orgasm, or should I how might you say it, behave myself?” he asked.

 

[sweetheart97]

She rolled her eyes at him. "Tell me, is being an asshole part of being a vampire?" Cassandra huffed. "I understand money for food for you. What I don't understand is why. Why do they do...that." She gestured vaguely. "I mean, why make a vaccine for humans like me if they want to do that to me? It's so much time and effort." She frowned. "To be honest, I don't know much about the Fae. I always thought that they had some sort of plan for us humans, but it didn't turn out that way." She frowned at him, tensing. "Stay with you? Like a pet, or something?"

The talk of feeding distracted her from that subject. She raised a hand when he protested her questions about the feeding not hurting, his hazel eyes catching her blue ones. "I've never been fed on and felt anything but pain," she told him. "So it's not a matter of you being skilled or--" Her cheeks turned bright red when he gave her two options. Cassandra was acutely aware that she was only wearing one of his shirts and her own panties. Her body had started to respond to just his voice. Her breath quickened, and it took her a moment to compose herself. She wasn't even sure which option she should pick.

She thought about the bargain. She had to honor it. If only to show the vampire that the mouthy, fiesty human could be trusted. Nothing in the bargain would prohibit what he wanted to do. A shiver of fear, mixed with a hint of excitement, ran down her body. "I didn't specify how you may feed, only that you could do so, if you don't make it hurt," she said quietly. "If I add something now, then you could too and we'd go back and forth all night, fall asleep and both still be hungry tomorrow. I wasn't specific, and I don't know what being fed on and not hurting is like."

Cassandra took a couple of deep, slow breaths. She was scared, but she was determined to honor the bargain and a bit curious as to if feeding could be made painless. She looked down at her hands and then met his gaze again. "I don't even know what to do for a feeding that isn't going to hurt." Her blue eyes almost looked lost. Dark lashes framed those blue eyes, with creamy, pale skin and tousled auburn hair caressing the skin. She was calming some. She swallowed, putting her small hand on his. "You have my permission to feed as you wish, but..." What was she to say? Please be gentle, I've spent a bunch of time as a snack and it hurt? She huffed, frustrated with herself. Taking a deep breath to muster any bravery, she spoke. "But...please, I know I've been unfair, but please don't make it hurt."

 

[The_gladiator]

The Fae created the vaccine to serve their own ends. If there were no human pray, the vamps would stop bargaining with them, and just start hunting them instead. That is the most obvious reason that I can see, though I suppose you’d have to ask them to know for sure.”

Having in his eyes laid that topic to rest he then returned his attention to her honest plea for him to make the feeding not hurt. Her hand was gentle on his, so much smaller than his. He turned his hand over until he held her hand cupped in his palm, long fingers curving around her hand stroking her skin. “I have already assured you that my feedings will not hurt you. Soon you will grow to trust my word,” he said softly, thumb idly stroking her soft skin.

“Well,” he said finally breaking the silence that had started to form, “I guess I will have to show you what a feeding is like, then.” With that he crawled up the bed until he could lean against the solid dark wood of the headboard. “Come to me,” he said his voice low, seductive. As he said that he reached out, scooping her into his arms, careful not to jostle her legs too much. His hands were gentle as he helped her lay her legs out in front of her, off to his side as he held her across his lap, her head brushing his shoulder. He looked down at her, “I will put you under now,” he said softly, “Please do not fight me, it will allow me to take away the pain of it,” he said softly, his right hand cupping her cheek so she could not look away from his eyes, his left arm around her waist, gently yet protectively holding her close.

 

[sweetheart97]

She felt like her heart was pounding as his hand enveloped hers, his thumb calming her as he stroked her skin. Cassandra watched him crawl up the bed, almost entranced. When he spoke, a shiver found its way through her, and she was grateful that he pulled her to him.

Everything happened so quickly, and she was in his lap. Her heart began to pound, no, she couldn't want this, no, no, and she moved to look away. Fear took over good sense. Luckily for her, his hand was already there, and she met his eyes. Where they green? Or brown? She looked deeper, and began to relax. They were more green, she decided, entranced.

This was a different relaxed feeling than before. It was like she was melting. The bit of her that had panicked at being in a vampire's lap snatched at tension, snatched at the worries, or rather, tried to. The more the tiny panicked voice raged, the more the tension dissolved. Cassandra calmed, blue eyes staring into Darius', her lips slightly apart from a lovely surprised gasp that had escaped her lips. Pain, she knew how to endure that but already this, fighting this was impossible.

 

[The_gladiator]

He watched her slowly give in. The green of his eyes seemed to spread in from the edges of his eyes until they consumed the brown. It wasn’t always so, sometimes the brown would devour the green but either way his eyes swam with his power, in these moments, and always one of the colors.

Step by step, muscle by muscle, she gave in to the relaxation, to his gaze, and when he finally lowered his mouth to hers, she did not fight him. In fact, her lips were already slightly parted from the gasp she had uttered when he had pulled her close. His lips moved over hers. He did not force his tongue into her mouth, nothing so crass, but the kiss was still long, slow, sensual. It was meant to start endorphins flowing, meant to help her body wake and open to him.

Breaking the kiss, he let his eyes capture hers again, gently guiding her further under his spell. His hand on her cheek slid along the curve of her neck, a gentle caress, fingertips stroking over her pulse. He was going slow, not wanting her to fight not wanting to rush and have her be traumatized by his actions.

 

[sweetheart97]

The tiny voice continued to rage. Ensnared by his eyes, she vaguely remembered something. Wasn't she supposed to be annoyed or something? The tiny raging voice latched on to that, but those thoughts disappeared during that kiss.

Cassandra let that kiss undo her. Her eyes closed while she yielded to the kiss, letting it melt her. She made a little mewl of protest as he pulled away, curiously not mad at him any longer, and wanting more of a kiss.

There weren't many rational thoughts left in her head. The demands to fight him had been silenced. She was lost in his eyes, in his touch. Cassandra leaned into his hand as it stroked her cheek, blushing as he slid down to her pulse. Her eyes didn't leave his.

 

[The_gladiator]

His eyes held her. “You will enjoy what I do to you Little one,” he whispered his lips but a breath from her lips. Closing that gap, he kissed her again. As he kissed her, his hand continued to lay on her neck, her pulse calling to him.

His other hand was in her hair now, gently urging her head to the side and his hand slid lower to come to rest at the gathering of her waist as his lips caressed where his fingers had bin along her neck. His tongue swirled over her pulse, once, twice, three times. His teeth scraped against her, and this time it was fang, sharp.

He lifted his head just a bit and then struck, the fangs sinking into her skin. His hand tightened in her hair making it apart of the play he had started. He groaned low against her skin as he began to suck at the wound, at the life-giving blood that rose to the surface of the wound. He knew with her mind so thoroughly rolled it would feel better than any love bite, incredibly intimate to her.

She had been through so much, yet she still offered to him. He wanted to honor her gift by ensuring she would not hurt because of him.

 

[sweetheart97]

Her heart pounded as she gazed into those green depths, very much lost as he met her crystal blue eyes. She felt her stomach flip like she was falling and even though she was breathing normally she felt like she couldn't get air. His voice was like warm honey, wrapping around her and soothing her. She couldn't have fought Darius if she tried now, as their lips met and his claimed hers.

Cassandra gasped as his hand was in her hair and tugging now. That pleasant warmth pooled between her legs, and she blushed brightly, enjoying having her hair pulled like this, his fingers twined in it close to the scalp. She felt her nipples harden beneath the shirt and she moaned at the kissed her neck. Cassandra's breath came in little gasps as his tongue swirled around her pulse. She pressed her thighs together, his command echoing in her mind. You will enjoy what I do to you, Little One. Her body and mind were eager to obey.

She squeaked when she felt fang, but definitely not out of fear. Cassandra's body was very sensitive. Now, normally she was a ball of tense nerves and muscles, but Darius had replaced that with nerves primed for pleasure. Skin that was begging to be kissed, breasts aching to be held, nipples wanting a warm mouth to suck them. So feeling something sharp was surprising but not unwelcome.

Oh, and his hand tightened in her hair. She hadn't known she liked that. Cassandra moaned, whimpering as Darius' hand held her. Then his fangs struck, and she cried out with pleasure. As he began to suck at her neck, her hips rolled on his lap, legs pressed tight together to try and get any friction on her sensitive clit. Her breath came in helpless little moans and she wrapped her arms around him, one hand sliding up to nestle in his hair as he drank. Cassandra didn't want this to stop. It felt too good. She closed her eyes, her hand that was on his back sliding to her lap, and she began to unbutton her shirt at the waist. Her pleasure kept building with every brush of his tongue as he fed. Fuck, his mouth and his hand felt amazing, and if she could just get...She moaned at a particularly good feeling, eyes watering. She panted, body writhing with need. Her fingers slipped between her legs, over the sheer fabric to feel that she was soaking wet. The pleasure grew again and she whimpered with need.

 

[The_gladiator]

Her little whimpers and moans spurred him on. He wouldn’t have stopped feeding at this point, but her reactions only served to encourage him.

His eyes were he looking at her might have startled her as they drowned in green fire, liquid green, almost eerie at this moment. However, he was not looking at her as his eyes slowly grew half lidded as he lost himself in her taste. She was sweet, wonderfully so. His saliva with its anticoagulant causing her blood to flow freely as he sucked gently at the wound, almost making a sound something like a per or grow, a rumble that she could probably feel.

He had assured her it would not hurt, and based on what he was pretty sure she was doing to herself she was feeling no pain. He wanted to let his fingers slide from her waist down to take over, but he had promised her he would not take liberties, he would not do to her what all the others had. It was difficult though. He sucked harder, projecting the image of his pleasuring her breasts, of his mouth on lower things, hoping the connection would share the visions with her, so even if he didn’t take liberties, she would know exactly what he wanted to do to her.

As he did this, his hand was still tight in her hair, it was gentle as he cradled her head, yet firm as he held her head to the side so he could feed.

 

[sweetheart97]

All she could think about were his mouth and the heavy need between her legs. Cassandra moaned as he fed. Her blood was sweet and there was a hard to place, almost bubbly nature about it. It was an odd quality in human blood. It was not, however, an odd quality in human-psychic hybrid blood. Cassandra had no idea what she was, that she was any different from normal humans, past her popularity when she was in a flock.

Cassandra was out of her mind with pleasure and need. She couldn't even form words to beg Darius for what she wanted, for what she needed. She made a helpless little mewl, blue eyes trying to catch his gaze. Her hips rolled up to meet her own hand.

That's when she saw the images. Oh...he wanted her. She wanted him too, badly. She saw him, his mouth on her breast, the shirt open, his hands holding her arms down as he sucked on her nipples. Her heart beat faster, and she blushed when she saw herself, wantonly spread as she saw an image of him between her legs. Her panties were gone, the shirt open but tugged down to tangle her arms. She was on the edge of the bed, and her legs were hooked over his shoulders. His hands rested on the inside of her thighs and she looked down at him, meeting his beautiful green eyes.

Something happened when she met those eyes. She wasn't watching the vision anymore. She was in it. She could feel what he wanted to do to her, as if he was doing it, not feeding on her. In the vision, Darius grinned at her and leaned in, licking up her wet slit and finishing by licking her sensitive clit. His lips wrapped around her clit, tongue on the underside of her clit as he began to suck. Cassandra whimpered, her body shaking both in the vision and in the real world. Darius slipped a finger into her in the vision, then two, and when she was still wet and not full enough, a third. His lips pulled off her clit slowly, and he fucked her lazily with his fingers, his thumb teasing her clit from time to time. She could hear the surruss of delightful things wrapping around her mind. You fought me so hard, little one. How was she in the vision? How--His fingers slid in and out slowly, making sure she felt how full Darius made her. You feel so good. You taste so good. Darius' thumb rolled her clit in gentle circles. She stopped asking herself how she was here, and gave in. Good girl. Don't fight me. In the vision, he leaned down and began to suck at her clit again, intensely, as his fingers moved in and out of her quickly, a couple stroking a sweet spot on her inner wall.

Cassandra gasped, in the real world, her hand slid from Darius' hair to his back, her other hand slipping from her panties to wrap around him. Her body trembled in his arms and her breath came in little gasps. In the vision, Darius was more intently fucking her with his fingers, the whispering of a deep, seductive voice teasing her ears. Cassandra's hips rolled, and she came in the vision and also in real life, panting as Darius looked up at her, pulling his fingers from her and licking them lazily. He grinned at her, then leaned in to lick her sweet pussy clean, making her gasp and whimper as he found her clit again, more sensitive before, and with a few quick lashes, and seemingly no desire to give up, Cassandra came hard again, writhing in her place on Darius' lap. The vision passed, and Cassandra managed to catch her breath, her mind thoroughly scattered. Though the vision felt like it took hours, felt like she had been at Darius' mercy for hours, it had been moments.

The hand in her hair still felt like heaven, and she found herself enjoying being fed on. After a little while, she felt dizzy. Cassandra had to let him support more and more of her weight. Her lashes fluttered and she made a different noise, something like a cross between a soft sigh and a moan.

 

[The_gladiator]

He started the vision, but she took it over. He supplied the start but as their connection grew her mind filled in the vision it wanted most. Darius couldn’t help but to take mental note of what she pictured. It was very consistent to his nature, surprisingly and he knew that this then was a premonition. Even if he had to make it come true himself.

As her body got lost in the orgasms Darius started to catch more of the undertones to her blood. She was not run of the mill human. He would have to think about where he had tasted blood like hers before. It spoke of magic, or psychic ability, something preternatural.

His control was excellent and as she started to feel a bit dizzy from the blood loss, he slid his tongue over the pinpricks of his fang marks, the healing agent ensuring that she was perfectly healed again.

He returned his mouth to hers in a long slow, deep kiss. The kind of kiss that curled the toes and made you leave it with a goofy smile and feeling on cloud nine. His hand relaxed in her hair and his other hand was on her cheek again. “Thank you little one for such a gift. You honor me with such bounty.” He said softly, “I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did,” and here he smiled just a bit. With her arms still around his back, it was still a very intimate moment and she could feel now that he had fed that his body was quite happy that she was in his lap and had just been writhing with her orgasms.

 

[sweetheart97]

She felt like she was waking up. Cassandra felt herself returning the kiss. Vampire he might be, but Darius was an excellent kisser. When he broke the kiss, she looked a little pale, but she looked quite flustered. She had wanted to be mad at him. Cassandra's body was too relaxed after being fed on, her mind trying to make sense of the world again.

"I offered, you don't have to thank me," Cassandra told Darius, with only a hint of her usual snark. Seems being put under a vampire's spell, being fed on and having two orgasms takes the snark away. "A bounty?" she asked, confused. She let go of him, leaning against him for a moment.

When spoke of enjoying having fed, she blushed. Did he know? He was he one who started the vision. She squirmed on his lap, and would not look at him. "It was a lot different than what I expected," she told him after a long silence. She considered something, seemed to come to a decision and leaned against his chest, letting her body relax a bit more. "Is it always like that?" she finally asked. "I..." She was speechless. She found herself pressing her thighs together at the thought of being fed on. She blushed when she felt his body's approval, and Cassandra hid her face in his chest, embarrassed that she wanted him. "It felt very nice," she finally managed to say.

 

[The_gladiator]

“Thanking you is only proper lady Kassandra. Do not question it.” His fingers idly combed through her hair as he held her close. “A bounty in this case a gift something generous spread out before you.” He shrugged his shoulders trying to explain.

He smiled when she let herself relax against him a bit. He wanted her to relax, wanted her to see he meant her no harm. “No, it is not always like that. That was quite mild, I was for the most part a gentleman, I did not let my hands wander I did not take liberties. I have found the intimacy grows exponentially when I feed from a couple of other places and let my hands wander fully.” He looked down into her eyes. “Though the neck is quite intimate in its own way I think.”

He let his gaze drift away. He wanted to seduce her, did not want to take no for an answer, but worried she would regret it later, so for now, he would behave himself.

 

[sweetheart97]

His fingers felt so good in her hair, which was clean for the first time in ages. All because of him. "Yes Sir," she said almost automatically. She blushed, then stammered. "I know what a bounty is, I just don't know why you said it." Cassandra closed her eyes as he stroked her hair, thinking about what had happened.

He hadn't let his hands wander. Cassandra's hand moved up to her neck, where he had sunk his fangs in. No marks. She felt up and down her neck. "There's no wound," she told him, puzzled. She looked down. Her shirt was still on, and aside from the few buttons she had undone. She quickly re-did the buttons. "That was mild?" she asked. Cassandra looked up and met his eyes. Now that she wasn't trying to run away every minute, she could study Darius' face. He was so handsome, his long fingers felt so good in her hair, and she could drown happily in his eyes. He looked away, and she looked back down. She moved to sit up, and her dizziness made her fall back against him, like a limp doll.

Her weakness made sense. She had run from Dominic, who didn't really care if his flock lived or died. She had stayed so the others could leave, and then when she did run, she was caught by Sampson, who fed until she passed out most of the time. She'd escaped the night before the next feeding, but she'd bled a lot after cutting herself on the fence. That had only been yesterday. Two granola bars wouldn't replace the blood she had lost prior to meeting Darius.

Not to mention her feelings were all confused. This was a vampire. Did she need another lesson in why vampires were bad? Apparently so! But, that feeding didn't hurt, as promised. It was really, really good. Cassandra wanted Darius to feed from her again and the thought of that happening made heat pool between her legs again. She put a free hand over her eyes, her brain trying to reconcile the thought of Darius feeding on her, which she quite liked, with the other vampires. She couldn't do it. They had been brutes, and if feedings didn't have to be near death experiences...why were they?

Cassandra gave up. She didn't have the energy to think this problem away. Her body finally relaxed in Darius' arm, and she hid her face against his torso. He was safe. It was a question in her mind still. She began to cry, overwhelmed by everything, and she tried hard to stay silent. Cassandra didn't want Darius to see her cry. She could go hide in the bathroom, but Darius would have to carry her and he'd see. Her breath hitched and she hiccuped while she was planning in her head. She swore internally, taking a shaky breath. "I'm ok. I'm ok," she said, her voice cracking.

It was Darius. Just one vampire. What was the worst that could happen if she just trusted him for a moment? She had trusted him to feed from her and not kill her, but she didn't trust him with knowing if she was crying? She sniffled, decided that she was being silly, and managed to look up at him. She was very pale. "I don't even know why I'm crying," she told the vampire, crying even harder when she admitted it to him. She hid again against his chest.

 

[The_gladiator]

“Of course, I did not leave marks. A mark is only left on purpose or if the vampire does not have the power to heal it, and even then, if done right it should leave two neat puncture marks only.” He considered her, “I only mark lovers, and I only mark the left breast.” He commented offhandedly.

He was very aware when she started to cry. He rocked her gently not moving her leg just a light sway to let her know he was there. “Your body has been through a lot of stress. It was not wise of me to feed on you but I found you difficult to resist. A willing meal I did not have to pay out the ass for is rare indeed. I was not strong enough to resist that. But it makes sense that you would feel a bit overwhelmed, do not be so hard on yourself.”

With that he leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead.

 

[sweetheart97]

"You...don't understand. It was normal to be just, tossed aside. I don't know how I got healed, but I don't want to think about that right now and I want to hate you, but you're not like them, at least not yet and I..." She finally had to take a breath. She listened to him talk, his rocking calming her a little bit, as his touch usually did. It just wasn't enough to stop her tears.

"Why do you have to pay so much? You're a vampire," she said between shuddering breaths. She looked up at him with a sniffle. "Everybody wants a piece of me," she murmured then laughed weakly, as she wiped a tear away. She leaned against him, calmer, but tears still found their way down her cheeks. Cassandra looked up at him after the forehead kiss, ready to say something out of habit. Now that her mind wasn't under his influence, she was able to be feisty again, but she didn't want to hurt him. She was also suddenly so very tired. Cassandra's chin dipped, and she stopped crying. After several quiet moments, she spoke. "Darius?" she asked. "I'm really sorry I ran," she murmured. "But, can I have pants, please?"

She had forgotten about the sweatpants. It made sense, with everything she'd been through. She fell into a light doze, trying to stay awake, fighting the rest her body demanded. Cassandra's stomach growled, which woke her for a moment, but then she closed her eyes.