Thread: A Lust for Venom [Morathor x Love]

All vampires were the same. They may live different lives, seek different blood, and pursue different interests but they were nothing more than predictable creatures clinging to shadows and lurking between secrets. Their habits of nature helped them survive. The faster a vampire transformed and acclimated to the raw instincts of the calling, the longer they were able to stick around and plague the world. Vampires always tried to dodge her blade. They always ran back to the shadows, if able to. They always chose to avoide her at all cost unless she forced them out of that cowardice comfort-zone. Skylar knew it was not out of cowardice though, which is how it appeared to many unseasoned hunters. She knew they were highly cautious creatures who only chose to engage contact if they saw the gaurantee of a promising meal. She wasn't quite sure how the blood of a fallen angel would taste to them because they never attempted to fang her neck, and it always stood as truth...that Skylar was no meal they desired. Seven hundred years should have been long enough for Mateo to know what was best for him. He should have leapt away like all the others - just as she anticipated. So when he opted to surge forward and meet her halfway, his daring venture surprised Skylar. Her eyes widened and she caught her breath long enough to have the ringing sound of weapons collide. Her swing for his neck momentarily paused, prematurely caught short matching strength for strength in the defense of his crossguard. Her wide spheres now narrowed with animosity for the risk-taking vampire. She wouldn't have rushed forward with such broad slices if any doubt had remained that he would remain to pick apart the openings. His left knife cut into her right forearm, slicing open her muscle. Growling painfully and snarling, her right hand quickly released her sword but it wasn't in mind for her wound. Business before pain . She grabbed the vampire's left wrist in a vice-like wrap, instead, denying his weapon any more sneaky attacks. Leaving her left hand to reckon with his right knife that had guided her sword into a swinging slice that missed his head, she leveled her core upon a right foot and kicked high with her left. The sole of her boot plunging deep into his gut, and pushing him away at the same time to clear the board, giving her some space. The kick would have broken several ribs in any normal human, but Mateo was no human. She made sure he had been shoved far enough to pillage a glance upon her wound. Skylar grimaced at the pain radiating, but was increasingly aware of something else surging through her system as a result. Her adrenaline was peaking high, her breathes were heavy, and her angelic cunt was hot and bothered. She couldn't remember the last time she had been wounded in this nature. Sure, Skylar was no stranger to minor cuts, bruises, and abraisons. The affair was pretty much strapped to her back in this line of work. But his knife had sliced deep, and her arm was becoming messy from the spill of blood. This wound - the violation of it - marred her familiar resolve. She didn't know why, but this vampire had broken the redundant normalcy she had grown familiar with. Skylar fell transfixed into the shock of this change. She had never imagined a fight triggering her sexual buttons. She clearly felt aroused, and briefly wondered if Mateo's knife had some sort of poison on it. Her left hand still held her sword just as expertly as her right would have, and she extended two fingers from the hilt to touch and probe her skin near the wound, pulling the flesh to examine and see how deep the cut went. It made her nipples swell and made her wet between the legs, to see the evidence of a bold and daring attack upon her angelic body. It rarely never happened like this.