This is a little different
then my Friday post on April Kelley’s blog as I’m going to show use a little
about the things I was working on before I went into MM – saying this it means
there will def be some female parts (maybe a LOT of them, especially early on)
Anyway, I decided to do this
for a little holiday treat. Hope you enjoy
Note: this is an OLD file,
well before I learnt anything other than just writing. So you may find
sentences that don’t finish, or quite make sense, and I apologies in advance
for that. I did not re-read the story before posting.
Title: Bloody Lust
Pairing: MF (heterosexual)
Wrote / Finished: 8/Dec/2010
Holding my breath, instantly
hating the sensation of it, I needed the smell, needed the sense more than any
other but it didn’t matter at the moment, nothing mattered but getting her out
of here.
Wait when did that happen? As selfish as I
was, I had to save her. She had to be gone. Had to be saved, even from me
But would I truly be able to
leave her?
That didn’t matter right
now, nor will it in the future. My only job was to get her safe. And vanish
from her life.
Fuck my chest hurt.
But no matter I do not need
that lung to live. Do not need anything to live.
But her...
Shaking my head, tried to
get rid of the thoughts that she was my everything. I had to see, hear, what
was going on around me, had to get the horrid smell out of my head. It was as
if a drug was in the smell, making me groggy, making me want to forget
everything and collapse on the woman behind me, to ravage her, to bite her
until everything in me was lost.
The worst was that she was
an animal, and so lusting after her, wanting her in any form, no matter the
size was off limits. I was not to touch her. It was law, Law that the drug
around me seemed to push for me to brake.
Why was that? What was she
to me really? I had only been with her for a day, had come in and taken her
from the Kanti tribe, a group of mortal men and woman, who believed a blood
sacrifice from one of the Skinamee’s tribe, a tribe of human’s who were able to
shift into the form of an animal, would bring them all kinds of luck, all kinds
of good will.
But this one, this woman,
was not who they should have taken, this one would get the hole tribe torn
apart from putting their hands on the Skinamee’s princess.
“Where are you taking me?”
the princess said as she clung to my arms. After finding the woman in her human
form, nothing covering her but long thick black hair, I had trouble breathing
as I walked over to the bars, pried them open and took her out, were she had
hung limply in my arms.
Having her there had felt
too good for anyone to endure it, and so I threw her over my shoulder, and took
her out. Having to hide in one of their storage tents, they had stayed there
for the day and most of the night.
All I had to look at was the
beauty that was the princess, her hair in a spill around her body. A body that
was nothing but golden white skin, shinning out to me to touch it, to get lost
in the feel for silky skin, but I was able to keep my hands to myself. Able to
look upon her without tearing my own cloths off, the need to feel her skin
against mine had become so difficult to resist that I had made her start
talking. And that it seemed was the worse of the ideas. I should have just
given in, I should have sunk into her, rather than lean the troubles she was
facing, the fact that even though she was scared to be a sacrifice, she would
much rather that then be married off as her father was wanting when she
returned.
Even the thought of her
having a husband that was not me, caused me to pause and change my thoughts.
“Kanible answer me!” she
said in a strong voice, a voice that reminded me that she was a princess, and
then in a whispered plead against his bare back, “Please.”
I took in a breath, feeling
her full breast under my top before, “you wish I knew, they are still searching
for us, so I was think we take the longer rout to your tribe.”
“That seems a far idea,” she
said, though I could her both the relief that she was not returning as quickly
as she hoped that the fear that no matter what she was still returning home.
I walked in silence as she
kept a hold of my back and I tried not to have her bounce.
When we reached the bottom
of the rock inclined that she would actually have to walk up I pulled her off
my shoulder, trying hard to not have her slid down my body, but I wasn’t that
successful.
“Are you able to climb,
princess?” I asked as she stood below me, her large amber eyes looking up at me
in a way that made my blood boil more so then it already was.
Shaking her head slightly
she looked behind her at the rocky climb. “Oh, yes, I’m sure I could make it.”
But I didn’t really believe
her. She was still swaying on her feet slightly, still looking as if she’s
rather be lying on the ground than anywhere else.
“You need to feed,” I said
as I grabbed hold of her elbow, holding her up.
She blushed slightly, “Oh,
no I’m fine.”
I smiled, “I’m a Kanible,
there’s no use telling me that you’re not hungry. What is it that you need and
I will get it for you.” I pushed her down so that she sat on a smooth rock,
hidden by a few trees.
“Oh, um, I need meat,
something with lots of flesh, or blood. I can regain my strength by blood.”
That was something I didn’t
know. “Any kind?” I asked tilting my head slightly so that I could read her
face.
She licked her lips and
swallowed, “Well as far as I know, yes. The entire royal breed is capable of
it.”
I took in a breath, “you
should have told me this sooner, we could have had you up and running by now.”
I said as I knelt on the ground between her knees.
She swallowed again, licked
her lips, “what are you doing?” she said and her voice came out in a slight
breathier tone.
“Feeding you,” I said,
“where would you prefer, the wrist or the neck?”
“What? You’re...”
“Yes, now chose, wrist or
neck?”
She swallowed again, and
looked away, “what’s your name?” she asked in a small tone.
“Why does it matter?” I
said, my tone curious, why would a princess want the name of a petty soldier? I
was nothing, even more so that I wasn’t in the same tribe as her. though higher
up on their food chain then the human’s that had taken her, but still nothing
in a way that would make her wish for that knowledge.
“I rarely feed this way,
and...” she blushed, “I would prefer to know the name of the person going to
feed me.”
It was my turn to swallow.
“Clay,” I told her, looking up into her face.
She smiled, “Clay,” she
whispered, and the sound of my name on her lips, on her breath, tightened
everything in me to a point that made me think I shouldn’t have offered a point
where she would have such a close contact with me.
Clearing her throat she said
softly, “I will feed where ever is more comfortable for you, Clay.”
She was giving me the
choice. “The neck would be easier,” what was I saying. No, that’s to close.
Her cheeks reddened
slightly, making my breath hick up another notch.
“so be it,” she said as if
it were nothing, though her eyes, like I was sure mine were, were shinning with
a spark that should not have been there, for I was beneath her, and of a
different breed.
Leaning forward on my legs I
lent up so that the princess would only have to lean forward and break my skin.
Her breath fanned my neck,
causing bumps to cover my chest, my groan tightened. Reassuring me that the
erection I had been suffering with since I had seen her first was still there.
Her lips brushed my skin.
“My name is Kahra,” she whispered, and her teeth cut deep.
Unlike me and my kind, she
had no needle point incisors, just hard teeth, and yet the feel of them in my
skin was beautiful, made a moan rise in my chest, a moan that I was unable to
conceal.
The slow, seductive pulls of
my blood, the long licks of my flesh, boiled my body to a point that without
any sort of permission, without any restraint I was wrapping my arms around her
fragile body, running my hands up the inside of my shirt that she was wearing.
Feeling both her mouth and the bumps of her vertebrate under my fingers, life
to me couldn’t have been any better.
Or could it? Slowly Kahra’s
fingers worked their way across my back, causing another ripple of heat to pull
down my back.
When the movement of her
mouth stopped, though I wished she had kept on going, luckily she had some sort
of brain working in her head, for I had long forgotten anything but the feel of
a princess in my hands.
She pulled back and we stood
still holding onto each other, lust still a thick fragrance in the air around
us. But neither of us did anything, just held suspended in time. Caught in the
deep’s pool of amber eyes, her seemingly in my dark blue ones, there was
nothing in the world at that moment but Kahra and me, and that was wrong. For
she is a princess and holding on to this could have his hand cut off. But more
to the horrid point, she was a Skinamee and off limits for me to be having thoughts
about, even if the thoughts felt so right in my mind. Even as utter perfection
that she was in my arms I couldn’t be with her.
It was sudden death for any
who wished to cross breed.
Pulling away from the beauty
that was Kahra, my checks heated. How could I be so stupid, to fall for a woman
like Kahra.
That there was the problem,
if it was just her body that I wanted then things would have been fine, but
it’s not. I wanted all of her. And that is something I will never be allowed to
have.
“Sorry,” I muttered as my
fingers grazed her side, I just couldn’t seem to stop myself from touching her.
The agony of letting her go was filling my chest with solid stone.
“Don’t,” Kahra whispered
before my fingers had left her body. I froze in please, hoping that I heard her
right. I couldn’t have, could I?
“Please, don’t stop,” she
said as she pulled me tighter to her body.
The heat from her encased
me, pulled and was not going to let me go. Not that I had any will power were
the woman was concerned. She seemed to be a part of me, seemed to want to have
a part of me, and I was more than willing to be used in whatever way she
wanted. For who was I to tell her no, even from a different tribe she was still
a superiors to me, though I wouldn’t have done what she demanded on sight, not
when my own tribe was there, but know, there was only two, one princess and one
soldier, with nothing but the hunger for flesh and her will to take it.
Her lips slid along my jaw
line. Seeming to roll up to my lips rather than nibble. The sensation was like
a dream, something that was out of a story others told to excaudate there
lovers.
When her lips hit mine, fire
pulsed threw out my body, it wouldn’t have surprised me if I turned into a
puddle at the lady’s feet, she nipped at my lips before something inside me
snapped. Something that took away all thought, all sense and turned me into the
animal our kid were meant to be.
Consumed with an animalistic
lust I licked at her lips before she moaned and opened up to me. Loving the
feel of her in my face, loving the hot breath as she breathed as rapidly as I,
I ran my hands up her back again before pushing her back against the rock. Not
caring mach about anything except the sweetness of her female body underneath
mine.
Minutes, hours, days, years
could have passed before I was able to pull myself away from her lips. Rocking
back onto my feet, I stood there staring at her panting, her lips red, swollen,
her face pink from the exertion of the kisses and the expectation of so much
more. her eye lids half masked looking at me with a small curve to her lips,
that made me want to fall onto her and start over again.
“Clay?” Kahra said as she
looked up at me.
“Yes?”
“Are you okay? Why did you
stop?” Kahra panted her eyes ranking my body in a way that made it burn all the
more from it. My cock was practically yelling to get out of my pants and into
her. It had to happen.
I laughed at her questions,
“everything fine, sweets, just taking in the view.” My shirt she wore had been
pushed up so that one of her breast were practically showing, thought I
couldn’t see the nipple, I really wanted to. Her stomach was flat, faint lines
showed him just how much she cared for her body. Her legs stretched out longer
than ever, smooth and parted they seemed ready to rap around my waist. And then
there was her core. Swollen with need, dripping wet, I wanted nothing more than
to taste her, to live in her.
“Clay,” Kahra moaned
throwing her head back, her back arched, my breath caught in my throat, and my
hands went to the tied at the top of my pants.
With shaken hands I managed
to undo my pants and pulled them down my legs, freeing the length of myself to
her.
Her breath cached and my
eyes flicked up to her face, they had been staring at the one place I had been
dying to get my hands on. “Clay, touch me, please, touch me!” she screamed the
last, and everything was lost again.
My hands fumbled with my
shirt, the shirt that she was wearing so that she was as bear as me. My fingers
worked their way down her body, kneaded her breast until she started grabbing
at me, pulling me down on top of her, needing me inside her as much as I needed
to be there.
“Now, damn you, I want you
now!” Kahra spoke the words harsh, her need pushed to a point that she would do
anything to finish. Her fingers were so deep in my back that I could feel the
blood trailing down my back. It only turned me on more.
A deep chuckle escaped my
lips as pride filled me up, to have a woman like the one under me, so worked up
that she would order me to finish her was something that I could not leave
alone, and for it to feel so natural, for her to feel as if this wasn’t the
first time I had her under me, was another.
I couldn’t let go of the
fact that everything about her was perfectly made for me, that I seemed to be
perfectly made for her. It was incredible and helped me to be able to lean back
down over her and kiss her as I slowly entered the heaven of her body.
A scream rip her mouth from
mine as I slammed the last inch into her tight wetness. A smile pulled at my
lips as the feel of her muscled walls pulsed around me. Trying to hold onto some
form of myself, I watched as she released under me, held onto myself as the
rich feel of her grew wetter, thicker, and warmer, pulsing around me like I was
the best thing that she had ever felt.
When she was done, she
looked at me with a relaxed face, a smile all for me, made the burn in my groan
almost unbearable. Sweat trickled down my spine and neck as I tried not to rock
into her with a fierceness that could break her.
“Are you okay?” I managed to
work past a throat that wanted nothing but the feel of a growl running up it.
“Yes,” she whispered her
breath still fast, her body still burning, “but why have you stopped?”
“No idea,” I muttered as I
pulled out of her and then slammed back in hard, harder then I should have but
she moaned as if it were just a gentle caress and that whipped threw me in a
way that I lost all control over my hips, only able to hold onto hers. to hold
her there as I pulled out and slammed back in as if I wanted nothing more than
to feel the stone beneath her.
“Yes, yes, heavens above,
yes!” she chanted as I continued to possess her in a way that I had never been
able to do before. No other woman had like this hard a touch.
Nails dug into my back as my
hand came up and grabbed at her breast, feeling the meat before twisting her
nipple, making her back arch. Her screams for more.
Shifting her hips up, so I
was hitting deeper, I bent down and took her nipple into my mouth. Played with
the flesh as one of her hands, the one that wasn’t in my back, ran down the
front of us and onto the sweet spot of herself, circling her fingers, fast and
fast only got my actions doing the same.
“Bite me,” she whispered
into my ear, as she done the same with my ear lobe, unable to be gentle as I
was.
“you sure,” because I had to
be sure, this was something that even amongst ourselves was really done, too
much pleasure that you find only wanting more. But with her I would, because
even before I was finished I knew I would want more.
“Yes!” she yelled both at my
thrust and as her answer.
I didn’t need any more
encouragement. Kissing my way up her body I got to her neck as her hand worked
into my hair, pulling me closer, hurrying me alone.
“You sure?”
“Sure,” she panted back,
this time I knew that it was nothing but for the bite. And so I opened my
mouth, let my incisors clip at her neck, let my tongue lick at the sweat,
reading, cleaning, the area, and then I bit down, hard.
Kahra screamed as I took my
first pull, coming apart at the seams. My hips worked faster, harder as I took
more, ridding wave after wave of orgasm that my bite gave her. and then when my
body couldn’t take it anymore, I swallowed the last mouth full, pulled away
from her neck and plunged deep inside of her, letting myself go with a roar
that would scare away animals, and a scream from her as I pushed her threw
another.
My vision blanked and I
swear I was propelled into the stars from the force of my release.
When I had come back down
enough to be able to see, I found myself lying on top of Kahra, her breaths
pushing at my chest, her body limp from her own afterglow.
Lifting slightly I said,
“are yo–”
Her arms wrapped around me,
holding me on top of her. “Please, let me hold you.”
“Okay, but are you okay?” I
asked, unable to stop myself.
“Yes,” she laughed, “oh,
heavens yes!”
“That’s good.” I smiled
back, running my hands up and down her side, for I couldn’t get my hands on any
other part of her.
Sometime later we parted, it
was the hardest thing I had ever had to do, and I stood before her as she
lifted her arms up to put back on the shirt that I gave her.
Swallowing hard, I pulled up
my pants and did the string, seeing to want her as desperately as I had before
I ever knew what she felt like. Maybe even more, because of the knowledge.
“We need to get to the top
of this ridge,” I said as I looked up at the rocks we would have to climb to be
safe for the day, “Unless you wish to just go home the short way?”
“No,” she said a little too
fast, and then looked up at me, “No let’s go.”
And so we did. I made her go
first that seemed a good idea on the ground, but up in the rock it was
difficult for me to keep my hands off her.
Every time she was above me
I could see that flesh that I had yet to taste, sometime threw the climb, I
found myself with my tongue hanging, inching closer to the flesh. She smelt so
good. Like her animal smell, like a ripped female, like me. it was
intoxicating, and so by the time we had walked into a cave up the top, gotten
so deep inside that the smell around us was nothing but her and damp walls.
I couldn’t take it, she was
scanning the area around the cave, trying to find the right place to sleep, her
arms stretched up lifting the top she wore so that the curve of her ass showed
and I was undone again.
Unable to resist I rammed into her, causing
her to laugh, that sexy laugh that told a man that it was what the show had
been for.
Soon she had her face
against the wall, hands clamped in one of mine, my face in her neck, scraping
teeth along the top of her back.
“Say yes,” I said, for all
the lost spaces in my head, I still knew she was too good for me, still knew
that I had to be her permission not mine.
“Yes,” she breathed as her
face turned sideways and I got the sight of her clean straight lines of her
beautiful face.
I kissed her mouth, ran my
hand so that I was fingering her wetness.
When she was dripping I
turned her around, the movement so quick it surprised a yell out of her. And
dropped to my knees, Hands on her thighs I opened her up enough so that I could
lick and nip at her damp curls and silky soft lips.
She moaned and pulled at my
hair, as I worked her until she was screaming my name, something that was better
than all the blood on these lands.
Ripping at my pants I opened
them enough so that my cock was swinging free – harder than it should have been
after the release I gave it only hours ago – lifted her up by the ass, she
wrapped her legs around me and I plunged forwards. Pushing her back into the
cave walls. I slammed into her hard and fast, she bit and scratched at me. I
nipped and kissed at her. Until with a sweet blood flowing bite, we released
together.
When I was able to think, to
see, both Kahra and I were on the cave floor. She was still nicely wrapped
around my body, holding me as tight as I was holding her.
I moved slightly back then,
taking in the beauty of her face and her seeming to do the same to me, and I
kissed her. Soft, sweetly, a gentle roll of tongues, and light press of lips as
I moved her so that she was laying mostly on me, and we fell asleep, together.
“You shouldn’t be doing
that,” I spoke into the darkness.
She didn’t reply, only
looked at me with eyes that were both sad and begging, “If I asked you to leave
me here, to not take me home, would you?”
I took in a deep breath, “I
can’t do that.”
“Why not,” she said sitting
up beside me, naked. Wasn’t she wearing a top when we went to sleep? “You can
just say that I died, that they killed me.”
“And start a huge war
between the Kanti and the Skinamee’s,” I pointed out. Really it wouldn’t hurt
the Kanible’s at all, which is why we had gone. Having no real heart in the
matter it would have been an easy extraction.
“So, like you care about
that. It’s would actually benefit your people, and mine have been looking for
an excuse to start a war for years.”
I took in another huge
breath, “and where would you go?” because that was really why I didn’t want to
leave her.
She shrugged and the leant
back against the wall, making me have to get on all fours to see her better. “I
could go over these ranges and explore, anything, really, to not have to
marry.”
Yes, I did not want that of
her either. “But you will not be safe, alone and in a new place.”
“Then come with me,” she
said, her eyes lighting with the idea. Getting up on her knees, she begged.
“Please, come with me. There will be no law out there, nothing that says we
can’t be together.”
I didn’t speck, just looked
at the light in her eyes, just felt the beginnings of a pain that would come
out of her leaving me. Even if it were for her to go home, she would still be
leaving me and I wouldn’t be able to touch her, and being that I would see her
so much... shit...
Her eyes dropped, “unless of
course you have others waiting for you at home.”
“No others, or none that
will care that much if they thought me dead.” I spoke the truth of why they had
really sent me. I had nothing in our tribe, no really friends, no lovers or
companions. I had never really wished for any, never second glance at a woman,
until this one came into my life.
“Please,” she grabbed at my
shoulders, “please come with me.”
There was no real reason not
to. It wasn’t as if I would be any happier without her, to be honest I would
mostly be worse, my brain shied away from leaving her, not wanting to
experience the pain of something that it knew didn’t have to happen. Yes,
everything I thought of was pushing more towards leaving with her, to running
away. And she was right; here we could not be together.
Out there... who would know the difference?
Who would care?
“Okay,” I whispered, “I’ll
come with you.”
She laughed and threw
herself at me, raining me with kisses that seemed to go from joy, happiness
into a love that squeezed both our hearts and changing us both for the better.
We made love, slow and
passionate love, which was more about the joint feeling of togetherness, or
rightness than anything else.
Releasing together we lay in
the dark until we were able to get back up, to dress and to start our journey
into the new world, were living happily was all you could do, forever.
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