Thread: Monster [ Burke x Arianna  ]

The screaming creatures, warped past humanity with the partial change, slowed and quieted as the blood left their systems to what had to be dangerous levels. Their eyes fluttered and closed, and in the slowing of their breath, the vampires disengaged and allowed their limpening bodies to slack to one side or another like marionettes with cut strings. They flopped and sat on their own spines, semi-erect, backs bowed with the effort of existence. The one in Arnaud's lap wheezed. There was a thick noise when the men removed the women, and the nameless vampire took his second treat, Arnaud reaching out for the blond to his right. She had not been drugged, and was red with confusion and distress. Arnaud's hands closed around her hips - the motion made her jump, and she gave him an unsure look, disgusted look. He spoke not, but urged her closer, grinning. Tell you what. He smiled ear to ear, his face red with blood, the stuff having run down his neck to stain his shirt. I'll be gentle. Huh? He gave a little laugh, tugging her closer. Real gentle. His erection glistened with the bodily fluid left behind by his first choice, and even it seemed to leer at the young, apparently inexperienced girl in the denim skirt. Ill pay double... He sang the word, reaching across the table and grabbing a fistfull of money. The paper stuck out between his fingers messily, just closing his hand around a fistful of fifties, throwing them above his head that they might spin mid-air and flutter down around him. Cmere. She gravitated toward him. Then there was the stiff-jointed mounting, pausing overtop of him, waiting. She stared at him. Stared at the blood. Breathed it. Leaning down, she brought her nose closer, inspecting the residue there. Let go. Arnaud smiled, petting her bottom lip with his thumb, running fingers over her chin and lower cheeks. His hands soothed down her ribcage, pulled up on her top, stripping her of the supportive bra and baring her chest. The young woman was unfettered. She licked, tentatively, then all at once thirstily, lapping at his right cheek, cleaning it of mess. Let it out. He said, his voice somehow larger, commanding something much deeper than her humanity. Whatever it was inside that he addressed woke up, and she purred. The sound was milk-chocolate smooth, thick like molasses, luxurious - the kind of sound you wanted to reach out and grab, snuggle up against. She licked further, cleaning his chin, churning above him. Her body awoke in new ways, and she let him dance around her opening. Come on... He groaned, bunching the skirt, bringing her to his tip. She squeaked, and shivered, and purred again. I remember you. He teased, red teeth happy, two elongated fangs grown in where regular caps ought to be. Four regular teeth between them in the front, long, pointed, unnatural. You dont remember me? He cupped a breast, drinking in the sight of her, allowing for a shudder of his own. You dont remember coming on me? The unnamed vampire brought the schoolgirl up into his lap, and she eagerly descended on his member. Her thrill was immediately apparent, and she pushed her hands under the collar of his shift. The stimulation made his body tighten, and lean back in his chair, arch his hips up. She stretched his shirt enough to pop the top button, eyes glazed and dilated with something unearthly. Faster. He growled, refusing to touch her. His fingers twitched. His hands flexed. He did not let himself guide her body. Faster. He insisted. Deeper. Show me. She kept her head reasonably steady to stare into his eyes while she bounced, red faced with effort and starting to sweat, her soft insides swelling and compensating to accept him further still. He took the back of her head and closed his mouth over her throat below the corner of the jaw, biting, bringing a gasp out of her energized body. The rythm of her bouncing staggered, stopped, and he corrected her with a sharp strike to the exposed flesh peeking out of her little skirt. She obliged, moving faster, distracted entirely by his feeding. He struck her again, and her intensity resumed, fighting her way through the over-stimulation and working him over as hard as manageable in her current station. Her body movements changed, fingers dug into his shoulder and collarbone, panting louder, sweating openly now, finding a specific part inside of her that needed to be struck down. There was, apparently, an individual curvature inside her velvety pussy that needed stimulus from a very particular angle, a very specialized piece of his swollen cock arcing into that one distinguishing ripple of nerves over and over and over... it was exactly the right way, with exactly the right pressure and consistency, at exactly the right time in their commune. Already she neared her peak. Please. She begged, heaving on his cock. Please. She was getting more insistent. Please please. Her voice had risen in pitch, frantic now, shoving her body down on his. Ducts in his gums released a sweet blue effluvium that beaded into her bloodstream and went straight to her brain, retrieved by veins and drawn back into her heart, distributed to the rest of the muscles in her body. The stimulation was too much, and three communicating strikes to her rump affirmed her allowance. He could and would not break contact for something so paltry as speech. Time stopped. She screamed, and came, body rocked with an orgasm so strong it overrode her body completely. There was a flash, and everything went white. Her being transcended individual knowledge and for one beautiful moment knew peace, really and truly, achieved a perfect state of mind. Nothing existed, nothing mattered, there was simply too much sensation to fathom anything beyond it. The stimulation filled her up completely, the contact of his skin meant for creatures of his kind, not hers. Never hers. People arent meant to come that way its too much, wed never do anything else. It would literally be the end of our species within a single generation. The bite itself is quite potent and produces a natural high, nevermind the rush of the sex. If you combine that with with whatever the previous two had been shot up with... they just lay on the floor at the vampires feet, by the way, shuddering, twitching, dead to the world in their half-transformed state. The drugs rocked their bodies and they drifted in space. The blond did not appear much better off by the end, the drain on her system in addition to the blood loss just too much for a human. He slid her off, eased her onto the floor. There was no evidence that hed reached orgasm. It would not occur to a casual observer that this might have been at all for her benefit, but it was important to him, for some reason, that she climax. He could have just drank her. The act of sex is significant beyond his pleasure, for whatever reason, this was clear from the still blank and uninvested expression on his face. His skin was pink, rose, flush with blood. Incredibly warm. The adrenaline in her system made his hands work, eyes roll, legs stretch. He was, after that last drink, colored quite red around the lips and chin, a ragged stain down his throat and onto his undershirt. He was hot with blood and substance, his body reacting in ways that lay dormant as not absolutely pertinent to his continued existence. It was possible for him to dry out, but a dead looking vampire is a hungry or malnourished one. Red flashed in his eyes, tinted the green, mixed with it. Colors alternated around the iris, reflecting the crimson that painted his mouth. He turned his attention to Shauna and Alexandira. You two. Come. He said simply, every inch of him expecting compliance. Shauna knew this was it. Before approaching, she turned to Lexi, and whispered with an angry urgency, I like you. Even facing away from him, she seemed worried about so much as moving her lips when she spoke. I dont know what he wants. She continued. I dont know him. But youre here now. And Im so... so sorry. She took as deep a breath as she could, and it still amounted to a shallow one. You need to pay very close attention to what I do and dont do. This is a very serious, okay? You can not fuck this up. You cant talk back. You cant say no. You can't ask questions. Lucious pays well but he's breaking into a new clientele... I've seen this before. I'll keep him busy as much as I can. This man will kill us both if we disappoint him. She blinked, feeling the impatience of the vampire at the table radiating against her back, moans from the blond in denim skirt riding Arnaud echoing in the background. This is survival time, now. Do you understand that? You have to think before you act. He's a monster . When she turned, the veil was drawn, and she wore that seductive, interested, pleased smirk so familiar among these women. It galled her to witness again first hand the pile of living flesh, two women now overturned on his left side, her approach and the place where Lexi stood far to his right. The man had lifted a blanket off the ground at his feet, and pointed where it had come from. Shauna nodded agreeably and tucked her slim body between his chair and the table, and in receiving a nod to her questioning look, took him into her mouth. He was long, but not freakishly so, and thick enough that it opened her jaw indiscreetly. Her eyes shone as she devoured him, rubbed his head on the back of her throat, held him there. He nodded again, and put a hand on the back of her head, rustling through her hair and patting reassuringly. Good. He nodded again. Just like that. I don't want you jumping up and down. She seemed to understand, and would rotate her head side to side and hold him deep instead of offering the long strokes typically associated with the act. Shauna offered short pushes that allowed him into her throat for seconds at a time, an innocent, hopeful expression on her face while she looked to him for further approval. Her eyes went to Lexi, and the two made eye contact, a look of relief on Shauna's face. He would not assign Alexandria to help with someone so skilled intentionally smothering him with sensation, the kind of silky pleasure you can hang on like a note in a song. Don't stop. He nodded again, unfolding the blanket, touching her face to call her attention, looking her in the eye. Don't you dare. The blanket stretched across his legs, and he soothed it over the armrests, over his lap, over her face. It made a basically clean surface, but for the minute notions. She moaned on him. Quiet. He corrected, and reached without looking for Lexi. Closer. He said, laying eyes on her. Closer. He insisted, reaching out to her, his face intense, but dazed, and dopey. He was high. Completely stoned, the rush of chemicals natural and synthetic sloshing through his body and setting off a cacophony of reactions inside. He blinked rapidly at times, and would loose track of her visually, just zoning out for a few seconds before snapping back to reality. The sensation between his legs would distract him, and he would become lost in thought over whatever drifts through the mind of an immortal creature of the night. He did not see Lexi as a threat, you understand, and was well fed she understood her station and would comply, always comply, so there was really no reason to stay completely cognizant. Stimulants, depressants, relaxers and adrenaline surged into capillaries and gave him a very energetic, passionate-looking sway and distant sort of context. He couldn't even see straight, completely overloaded and apparently very much accustomed to existing in this very state. His free hand lifted a large, flat piece of wood that someone had leaned against the large middle support of the table. The beam curved down to a single connecting base with a circumference of about three feet, painted black and undecorated. It reached up into the room to make a circular top, and it was leaning against this base that he withdrew this flat plank and lay it from armrest to armrest, making a closer flat surface directly overtop of the busy Shauna. In retracting his outstretched arm Lexi came within his reach, and he seized her then. You. He growled, pulling her onto the armrest very much without permission I might add. What should I do with you? His grip was steel, he faced her away, kept her on the very edge, just about to fall into escape but unable to muster even an inch of progress. She found her behind was truly more hovering at the armrest as opposed to strictly speaking resting her weight on it, he appraising her from behind, just as happy to do it from the back before the front. I'm full to the brim. He mused. You're hardly dressed for sex. In saying so he shook his head and tut-tutted. Lay down. He pointed to the table top surface, releasing her. On your back. Things flickered through his face unimaginable, true magic swirling around the whites of his eyes, expression alive with conflict, his untouchable cold trapped inside a body that wanted to dance. Lay down here in front of me. He set his elbows on the surface, hands close to his chest, and waited for her to comply. The only sound in the room was gentle slurping, the blond in the skirt clapping against Arnaud's stomach while he drank. She seemed to be in fully swing now, clawing at his chest, breathing deep, nearing her own climax. The stranger had not put Lexi under. Nor Shauna, for that matter. Something different was happening. Lay back. He insisted. When he looked her in the eye, she could feel something pulling, something ravenous and mean that knew her inside and out. Like a snake knows how to strike, it knew her vulnerabilities absolutely. It did not reach out to her, as though uninterested. There was dejection in knowing one had been assessed by a higher being and looked over completely, dismissed. To have that snake suddenly calm and casually sliver by at your feet feels somehow diminishing. I could kill you for fun. He blinked, looking at her physiologically, at her structure and parts, disassociating her from cohesive life. I could watch you twitch... He reached out, and put the pinky of his hand on her throat, and lay the rest of it across the delicate flesh there. She could feel her own pulse in the pressure he put on it, checking her heart rate, smiling indecently. While I choke you. The predator revealed itself, the weight of his full attention very nearly unbearable. There was an insane thrill in his smile, the look of a man who had been to the edge of himself and gone mad with revelation, who killed for sport and delighted in life and death. Don't bore me with rebellion. His eyes narrowed. You could walk away from this tonight. You could. He nodded generously, considering. You could. If I have to get up, He started, and then pointed below the table. from this? he shook his head. The man was clearly high, and criminally insane. A killer. A creature designed to be the ultimate predator, to hunt humans specifically. He was smeared with blood, flexing his fingers around her trachea, and his smile was unmistakable. You don't run. You stay with me. You stay and be my pretty doll. He looked her over dreamily. You can be my art tonight. Arnaud motioned to the woman who had backed away from whomever it had been standing behind this stranger's chair, and she came. Her nervous eyes were all for Lexi, but upon realizing that the dark, scary vampire was looking at her she adjusted her gaze, and very soon went slack, compliant, eager. She was directed to Arnaud with a gesture and took up a position between his knees instinctively, and he relished the attention. Back to business? Inquired the man in the chocolate suit, quite pleased. Back to business. Agreed whomever was holding Lexi in place, running his fingertips in circles around her belly button with a free hand. His eyes would spark with interest whenever she indicated fear by jerking or twitching... he rapturously drank her fear. He was feeding on it, in point of fact. Feeding on the Worship, from Shauna, and feeding on Fear, from Lexi. Whether the amount he received from either was satisfactory is yet to be seen, but Lexi could not stand, not with his hand at her throat that way, and could not speak without a jerk of pressure between his fingers and thumb that would close her vocal canal for seconds at a time, silence her totally. The green-eyed man looked across the table at Arnaud, and reached over her body to lift playing cards off the table, the eight of hearts and a nine of the same suit. He held them in his free hand, exposed, and gave Arnaud a deadly serious look. Ventnor Avenue... and Atlantic. For North Carolina. Arnaud considered the cards, scrutinizing them darkly. I don't know if I can do that. He replied, stroking his chin. I think it's more than fair. Countered the nameless one, looking offended at the indignation. Without looking he traced a line from hip to hip on his captive, then slid fingers up under her shirt, dancing just below her sternum, just to prove he could. I couldn't let it go without Waterworks too. Arnaud shook his head with disgust. Or five hundred dollars. Preposterous. Said the man who held Lexi down, drawing his fingers into a fist on her skin, forgetting her momentarily in his anger. I'll throw in two. Arnaud shook his head. Five or Waterworks. I'd consider Short Line and a hundred and fifty. You'd consider? Mocked the darker man, shaking his head. You're being obstinate. For no reason. No fucking reason. Consider my position! Replied Arnaud, pupils equally dilated, throwing his arms in the air, gesturing toward the table. If you get North Carolina, the game might as well be over! That isn't true. The darker man shook his head, lifting his hand from Lexi's throat in distraction. His arms crossed, making a face, communicating his position clearly. You want this property. He shook his head again. You just want to see me begging , that's it. Isn't it?