Vampire Hunter D Fan Fiction ❯ God of Death ❯ Chapter 12: Momentary Relief ( Chapter 12 )
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By: Queenhellfire 
Things are stirring between the two Hunters. This time it's useless to resist temptation.
Anime/Manga: Vampire Hunter D Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Occult / Adventure / Action | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 01.27.2011 | Updated On: 01.27.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.4K | Visits: 174 | Status: Completed
Things are stirring between the two Hunters. This time it's useless to resist temptation.
Anime/Manga: Vampire Hunter D Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Occult / Adventure / Action | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 01.27.2011 | Updated On: 01.27.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.4K | Visits: 174 | Status: Completed
Chapter 12: Momentary Relief
It seemed the Hunter couldn’t wait to leave the woman’s company. He swiftly left the house and returned to the stables where his horse was being kept. He shut the doors, locking himself inside and crossing to his saddlebags. Pulling out a simple blanket, he laid it upon the ground and lowered himself onto it. He did not really require sleep, but he couldn’t be anywhere near the Huntress at the moment. Not without losing his well-maintained control. When Melissa had shifted, she brushed against the dhampir’s concealed erection and caused his unusual reaction. He couldn’t believe how willing he’d been to pounce the woman when he threw her to the floor. This was the only way to keep his lust tightly reined in.
‘Why am I having such difficultly controlling myself?’ he whispered to the night. He slammed his powerful hand against the wall, leaving a slight indentation in the smooth petrified wood. Ever since the war ten thousand years ago, it’d had become harder to locate actual timber that was sturdy enough to use for construction. So in an effort to continue to build sound foundations, other alternatives were found and petrified wood turned out to be one of the strongest materials around. So it was used to build some of the village’s most frequently used buildings, such as the stables, inns and the local taverns. D leaned against the wall, his legs stretched out in front of him. He rested his elbow upon his bent knee, rubbing his temple with long fingers. He let a soft sigh escape his lips, momentarily escaping his predicament and focusing upon a means to locate Titus and his vampire coven.
‘Heh, heh. You just can’t fight your needs, can you?’ The needling voice of the parasite rent the air. The tiny face of the carbuncle emerged from his palm, a sneer upon its grotesque features.
‘Can’t you talk of something else?’ the dhampir asked softly, his voice slightly edged with his irritation.
‘She’s going to catch on eventually, you know. You were about to take her for a ride after all. Heh, makes me wonder who was going to be the bucking bronco. I mean, let’s face it, you’re not really the type to go for stud.’
‘Shut up.’
‘Oooh, you’re in a bit of a mood. Well, to save myself from a saddlebag trip, I’ve got something that’ll put the bit back in your mouth.’
The gorgeous youth raised his head, his cold eyes shifting to the countenanced symbiont. ‘Go on. I’m listening.’
The parasite chuckled. ‘I thought that’d get your attention. I’ve got a doozy of a story to tell you. While I was taking a snooze, I was able to find out some things about the council using alternative means.’ The tiny face scrunched up in distaste but continued. ‘Anyway, that slick bastard the babe hates so much….what’s his name?’
‘Ambrose.’
‘Right, him. His father was the one who advised the town’s head honcho to put that law in place about girls and women sticking to the traditional housewife and whatnot. He’s known the girl for a long time, since she was only blooming into a woman, and he had plans to put his son as her suitor so he could keep her locked up in the house.’
‘Why would he be so set on her in the first place?’
‘Because she was so willing to defy the council’s iron-clad laws. He wanted to get her married to Ambrose so he could keep her on a tight rein. He thought she was that dangerous. Dangerous enough to jeopardise their carefully structured government. But as you can see, Ambrose is only interested making her miserable rather than giving her foot rubs.’
‘Ambrose doesn’t seem interested in following his father’s footsteps.’
‘Which is why I’m suggesting we tail him tonight and see where he goes. It’s obvious he’s not really a fan of the council. He’s up to some no-good and dirty scheme.’
‘You’re right.’ D conceded. ‘However, it still leaves us with the problem of their Vampire Hunter. She’ll most likely follow us.’
‘You have to think of that, dhampir. I don’t want to be sliced off like last time.’
‘Then keep quiet on my matters and you won’t.’
‘You’re a cold customer, you know that?’
The dhampir Hunter didn’t respond to the parasite. He simply rose to his feet and opened the doors of the stables. He could see Melissa in the window of the shack, cleaning the blood off the glass and the walls. Her anger at the committee members that had come to get her had been positively demonic. Whatever Titus was, it had been enough to stir an unholy hatred within the young woman. Perhaps there was a link between Ambrose and the vampire lord, for she’d shown a similar loathing for the council member’s son. Which would only cause problems for the dhampir Hunter’s espionage mission tonight if she followed him. He didn’t want to go anywhere near her after what had happened. But the parasite was right about one thing; the Huntress would catch on to him sooner or later.
He had already crossed the field to the door of the shack by the time she’d vanished from the window. He reached out to turn the knob when the door suddenly flew open. She grabbed him by the collar of his cloak and jerked him inside, slamming the door behind him.
A metallic click and the lock slid into place, leaving the dhampir trapped inside with the woman who tempted him so much.
‘D, what the hell is the matter with you lately?’ she immediately demanded. She was not going to dally with preambles when she needed answers. ‘You’ve been acting really strange of late and I can’t ignore it any longer.’
‘I don’t know what you mean,’ he said, his voice the same as always.
‘Then I’ll speak plainly and tell you,’ she snapped. For the past days, you’ve gone from strange to just plain weird. You’ve grabbed me more than five times for various unknown reasons, your eyes have gone red at the very hint of fresh blood and you even licked my hand when I cut it.’ She felt her face go warm and her fingers tingle at the memory but she forced it to the back of her mind. ‘You won’t even look at me directly now.’
D remained silent throughout the whole interrogation. His flawless hand shook slightly, fighting the urge to just throw her against the wall and ravage her. His control at the moment was very strained and he could only wonder what spark would set him off completely.
His silence was only irritating her further. Why did he have to be so damn difficult?! She would have to drag the answer out of him, one way or another. Her eyes involuntarily flicked down to his groin and her face grew hot again. She shook herself and glared at him, her tone now as icy as his usually was.
‘D, answer me. Why are you acting like this?’
‘…..’
‘D!’
‘It ’s for your own safety.’
‘Stop with the fucking riddles, D,’ the woman snarled. She thrust him against the wall, glaring straight into his eyes. ‘Tell me. Now.’
‘……’
‘DHAMPIR!’< br>
‘I’m trying to protect you,’ he answered finally, his voice now acquiring a shade of frost.
‘Protect me from WHAT?!’
‘From myself.’
The answer froze her in her tracks as she stared at the dhampir. D only gazed back calmly, his gorgeous countenance seeming to glow in the dim light of the oil lamp.
‘…..Why are you protecting me from you?’ The question seemed to be forced out, her voice hoarse and hollow with shock. D only sighed faintly.
‘Because I don’t know if I can control myself around you anymore.’
‘What do you mean ‘around me’?’
‘…….’
‘D, please.’
‘Every time I look at you, I feel I am about to lose control,’ the dhampir admitted. ‘I have strong urges……urges to do something I will regret.’
Her face suddenly grew warm when she realised what he meant. ‘Oh.’ She lowered her head and her eyes suddenly fixated on his loins once more. There was a significant bulge below his waist and her face grew hotter than ever. Suddenly an urge rose in her to thrust him against the wall and do whatever her heart’s desired to him. But she held fast. It was difficult though. Ever since she was exiled, she’d never been able to live a normal adolescent life. Where girls her age were flirting and dating and cooking for the local boys, she was out hunting vampires. She didn’t miss it too much, due to the law in her village that stated when a girl found her match, she had to not only consummate it but also marry them as soon as possible. So in that way, their fates were sealed from an early age. It had sickened her, and still did. She’d rather fight until the earth was stained red with vampire blood than be condemned to such a fate. Especially since every man who looked at her in the village wanted to make her his own. It was nothing short of slavery to her. Still, she could not prevent certain bodily desires when they arose but she never sated them. And now, standing in front of a man who was so beautiful the angels would burn with envy, she couldn’t deny that she wanted him. However, she couldn’t do it. According to her ‘contract’, she was bound to the village as their Vampire Hunter and was forbidden to engage in any activity that would give her, if any, momentary pleasure. If they’d discovered she’d lain with a man, it would mean permanent confinement in a containment facility, removed from the rest of the world. The council of Verna had done everything in their power to keep their ‘property’ from having any semblance of humanity. However, they could never erase her emotions. Which meant she harboured a constant hatred for the government of Verna. And a longing for the simple pleasures of life that had been stolen from her.
She stared at D, who steadily kept his gaze locked with hers. She clenched her fist a little before shaking it. To hell with Verna’s contract! They couldn’t stop her from being human. And they shouldn’t give a damn about her doings anyway since she technically didn’t exist to them. She sighed.
‘I know how you feel.’
D stared in surprise. Again, the girl had achieved the impossible when it came to the dhampir. She stepped closer, closing the distance between them. Reaching down deliberately, she pressed a hand against the Hunter’s groin. A soft hiss escaped D, his eyes giving off a brief crimson glare. He grabbed her and threw her to the floor, immediately swooping down on the young woman. She grabbed him by the shoulders and rolled him onto his back, pinning him down. The dhampir gazed up at her, the surprise still in his eyes. The Huntress leaned into him, their faces barely inches from each other. It was as though a single breath would draw her in, completely erasing the gap between the two Hunters. The weight of her upon his groin elicited a deep guttural growl of lust that caused her pale skin to flush a faint crimson. She swallowed hard, knowing that what she was about to do would most likely result in her confinement….if she was found out that is.
‘I can’t let you take me, D,’ she whispered softly.
‘I was not going to,’ he said simply. He moved to push her off but she shook her head, a slight smirk on her face.
‘I said I couldn’t let you take me. That doesn’t mean you can’t have your desires alleviated…for now anyway.’
The dhampir looked slightly confused. Until she began to loosen his belt.
‘Hey, I’m-’
‘Just relax, D,’ she said soothingly. ‘I know you have desires as well. I saw them the minute you tasted my blood that day. However, I never guessed that was the reason you avoided me.’
‘I was only protecting you from myself.’
‘I know, but you can’t keep going on like this. You need this, D. So don’t fight it.’
He did need it, but he didn’t want to do something he’d regret for the rest of his unnatural life. He was about to voice such a concern when she pressed her fingers to his lips. She freed him from the confines of the tight-fitting body suit and pressed her hand against the dhampir’s length. A soft growl issued from D’s throat. That growl was silenced as she pressed her lips into his firm mouth. The dhampir froze, his body stiff with resistance but he gasped suddenly as she wrapped her hand around his length, slowly pumping it. She pushed her tongue into his mouth, exploring the Hunter’s mouth with fervent desire. D wrapped his hand around the back of her neck, his fingers brushing her dark hair. He snaked his tongue down her throat, allowing himself to explore that warm heat. His free hand ran over the curves of her lithe body, his desires flowing through him like liquid fire. His eyes slid shut as the young Huntress continued to pump his member at a firm and steady pace. He growled into the woman’s mouth, his grip on her tightening. She worked her way down to his neck, nibbling softly at the deathly pale skin. The dhampir continued to growl as the beautiful Huntress licked and nibbled at his throat, his nails digging into her back. She growled softly in return and his body grew rigid. She stopped and rolled off of him, looking at him.
‘What is wrong?’
D opened his eyes, the brilliant glare of desire flaring within them. He rolled to the side to face her. ‘I almost lost control. You must stop.’
Melissa focused her gaze on him and shook her head. ‘You need to be relieved of this. Otherwise, you will lose control at the worst time.’ She laid a hand on his chest. ‘Please, D. You need this. ’
His well-maintained control snapped. He wrapped his hand around the back of her head and pulled her towards him, pressing his lips hard into her mouth. She melted into the fierce kiss and she continued her ministrations on the dhampir, wrapping one of her legs around his waist. He slid his hand under her dress and cupped her mound, eliciting a soft growl that drove him into a frenzy. She opened his shirt and locked eyes with the Hunter as she ran her nails deliberately down his powerful chest. He gritted his teeth and growled softly as the nail broke the skin, leaving thin trails of blood in their wake. She stopped just above his waist and bent her neck, lowering her head towards the deathly pale flesh. Hot, wet and sending chills of pleasure up his spine, her tongue traced the long scratches, lapping up the blood drawn by her nails. The sensation of her tongue snaking along his skin was perhaps the most soothing and yet erotic thing he’d ever experienced. She moaned softly at the spicy taste of his blood, pumping his length faster and harder than before. Growling deep within his throat, he grabbed her face between his hands and pulled her up until their eyes met. He pressed the firm iron gate of his mouth over the sensual softness of her own, one of his hands leaving her face and gliding under her dress once more. He slipped a long finger between the slick folds and began to stroke her firmly. She moaned softly, pumping his length faster and harder than ever. He held her tightly against him, her breasts crushed against his powerful chest. He deepened the kiss, his body beginning to grow rigid as he stroked her faster. Her hand tangled in his hair, gripping it firmly as she arched her neck. He latched onto her throat, nibbling softly at her skin. A soft growl issued from deep within his throat and she felt the hard brush of fangs against her flesh. Suddenly his body grew rigid as he reached the height of his arousal and she felt his lust spill into her hand in a sticky mess. She let out a loud and hoarse moan as she climaxed, rolling onto her back in a boneless heap. He slumped against the floor, breathing slightly heavier than usual. The crimson glare faded from his eyes and his gelid beauty was restored, a faint sheen of perspiration upon his exquisite features. Melissa lay there, breathing heavily from the forbidden act she’d just engaged in.
D recovered quickly from the session, sitting up slowly and straightening his attire. He cleaned himself off and glanced over at the woman with an expressionless stare. A faint glimmer of relief and gratitude flickered in his eyes before he sat her upright, leaning her against the wall. She looked at him, brushing her hair out of her face with her one clean hand.
‘How do you feel?’
‘You didn’t have to do that,’ he said, watching her as she rose to her feet. He followed suit, gently grabbing her as she stumbled. He’d overdone it but at least both their desires were sated for a while.
‘You needed it more than I did,’ she said simply. She glanced at the sticky mess of her hand and cleaned it off. She knew she would get into a lot of trouble for doing this, but at the moment, she didn’t care.
‘You could be confined for this.’
‘…..So you knew.’
D nodded. Melissa sighed.
‘I suppose you have to do your duty to the council and report me.’
‘I’m not saying a word.’
She started and gaped at the dhampir. ‘W-what? But what about-?’
‘It’s a foolish thing to believe that by having such a law it will erase all trace of your humanity.’ The dhampir Hunter looked at her. ‘I will remain silent on this matter.’
She couldn’t believe it. Even though he knew of the laws that bound her, he was willingly breaking those laws by allowing this to happen. And to top it all off, he was going to keep a stiff lip about it! She could only stare as the dhampir Hunter walked to the door.
‘I will return later. I’m going to see if I can gather some intel on Titus.’ He laid his hand on the doorknob, but a soft voice stopped him.
‘Thank you.’
D turned and saw the young woman smiling at him. He only inclined his head in return.
‘No, I should be the one thanking you. You don’t know how much this was tormenting me.’ With those surprising words, he turned and left the shack, shutting the door behind him.
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It seemed the Hunter couldn’t wait to leave the woman’s company. He swiftly left the house and returned to the stables where his horse was being kept. He shut the doors, locking himself inside and crossing to his saddlebags. Pulling out a simple blanket, he laid it upon the ground and lowered himself onto it. He did not really require sleep, but he couldn’t be anywhere near the Huntress at the moment. Not without losing his well-maintained control. When Melissa had shifted, she brushed against the dhampir’s concealed erection and caused his unusual reaction. He couldn’t believe how willing he’d been to pounce the woman when he threw her to the floor. This was the only way to keep his lust tightly reined in.
‘Why am I having such difficultly controlling myself?’ he whispered to the night. He slammed his powerful hand against the wall, leaving a slight indentation in the smooth petrified wood. Ever since the war ten thousand years ago, it’d had become harder to locate actual timber that was sturdy enough to use for construction. So in an effort to continue to build sound foundations, other alternatives were found and petrified wood turned out to be one of the strongest materials around. So it was used to build some of the village’s most frequently used buildings, such as the stables, inns and the local taverns. D leaned against the wall, his legs stretched out in front of him. He rested his elbow upon his bent knee, rubbing his temple with long fingers. He let a soft sigh escape his lips, momentarily escaping his predicament and focusing upon a means to locate Titus and his vampire coven.
‘Heh, heh. You just can’t fight your needs, can you?’ The needling voice of the parasite rent the air. The tiny face of the carbuncle emerged from his palm, a sneer upon its grotesque features.
‘Can’t you talk of something else?’ the dhampir asked softly, his voice slightly edged with his irritation.
‘She’s going to catch on eventually, you know. You were about to take her for a ride after all. Heh, makes me wonder who was going to be the bucking bronco. I mean, let’s face it, you’re not really the type to go for stud.’
‘Shut up.’
‘Oooh, you’re in a bit of a mood. Well, to save myself from a saddlebag trip, I’ve got something that’ll put the bit back in your mouth.’
The gorgeous youth raised his head, his cold eyes shifting to the countenanced symbiont. ‘Go on. I’m listening.’
The parasite chuckled. ‘I thought that’d get your attention. I’ve got a doozy of a story to tell you. While I was taking a snooze, I was able to find out some things about the council using alternative means.’ The tiny face scrunched up in distaste but continued. ‘Anyway, that slick bastard the babe hates so much….what’s his name?’
‘Ambrose.’
‘Right, him. His father was the one who advised the town’s head honcho to put that law in place about girls and women sticking to the traditional housewife and whatnot. He’s known the girl for a long time, since she was only blooming into a woman, and he had plans to put his son as her suitor so he could keep her locked up in the house.’
‘Why would he be so set on her in the first place?’
‘Because she was so willing to defy the council’s iron-clad laws. He wanted to get her married to Ambrose so he could keep her on a tight rein. He thought she was that dangerous. Dangerous enough to jeopardise their carefully structured government. But as you can see, Ambrose is only interested making her miserable rather than giving her foot rubs.’
‘Ambrose doesn’t seem interested in following his father’s footsteps.’
‘Which is why I’m suggesting we tail him tonight and see where he goes. It’s obvious he’s not really a fan of the council. He’s up to some no-good and dirty scheme.’
‘You’re right.’ D conceded. ‘However, it still leaves us with the problem of their Vampire Hunter. She’ll most likely follow us.’
‘You have to think of that, dhampir. I don’t want to be sliced off like last time.’
‘Then keep quiet on my matters and you won’t.’
‘You’re a cold customer, you know that?’
The dhampir Hunter didn’t respond to the parasite. He simply rose to his feet and opened the doors of the stables. He could see Melissa in the window of the shack, cleaning the blood off the glass and the walls. Her anger at the committee members that had come to get her had been positively demonic. Whatever Titus was, it had been enough to stir an unholy hatred within the young woman. Perhaps there was a link between Ambrose and the vampire lord, for she’d shown a similar loathing for the council member’s son. Which would only cause problems for the dhampir Hunter’s espionage mission tonight if she followed him. He didn’t want to go anywhere near her after what had happened. But the parasite was right about one thing; the Huntress would catch on to him sooner or later.
He had already crossed the field to the door of the shack by the time she’d vanished from the window. He reached out to turn the knob when the door suddenly flew open. She grabbed him by the collar of his cloak and jerked him inside, slamming the door behind him.
A metallic click and the lock slid into place, leaving the dhampir trapped inside with the woman who tempted him so much.
‘D, what the hell is the matter with you lately?’ she immediately demanded. She was not going to dally with preambles when she needed answers. ‘You’ve been acting really strange of late and I can’t ignore it any longer.’
‘I don’t know what you mean,’ he said, his voice the same as always.
‘Then I’ll speak plainly and tell you,’ she snapped. For the past days, you’ve gone from strange to just plain weird. You’ve grabbed me more than five times for various unknown reasons, your eyes have gone red at the very hint of fresh blood and you even licked my hand when I cut it.’ She felt her face go warm and her fingers tingle at the memory but she forced it to the back of her mind. ‘You won’t even look at me directly now.’
D remained silent throughout the whole interrogation. His flawless hand shook slightly, fighting the urge to just throw her against the wall and ravage her. His control at the moment was very strained and he could only wonder what spark would set him off completely.
His silence was only irritating her further. Why did he have to be so damn difficult?! She would have to drag the answer out of him, one way or another. Her eyes involuntarily flicked down to his groin and her face grew hot again. She shook herself and glared at him, her tone now as icy as his usually was.
‘D, answer me. Why are you acting like this?’
‘…..’
‘D!’
‘It ’s for your own safety.’
‘Stop with the fucking riddles, D,’ the woman snarled. She thrust him against the wall, glaring straight into his eyes. ‘Tell me. Now.’
‘……’
‘DHAMPIR!’< br>
‘I’m trying to protect you,’ he answered finally, his voice now acquiring a shade of frost.
‘Protect me from WHAT?!’
‘From myself.’
The answer froze her in her tracks as she stared at the dhampir. D only gazed back calmly, his gorgeous countenance seeming to glow in the dim light of the oil lamp.
‘…..Why are you protecting me from you?’ The question seemed to be forced out, her voice hoarse and hollow with shock. D only sighed faintly.
‘Because I don’t know if I can control myself around you anymore.’
‘What do you mean ‘around me’?’
‘…….’
‘D, please.’
‘Every time I look at you, I feel I am about to lose control,’ the dhampir admitted. ‘I have strong urges……urges to do something I will regret.’
Her face suddenly grew warm when she realised what he meant. ‘Oh.’ She lowered her head and her eyes suddenly fixated on his loins once more. There was a significant bulge below his waist and her face grew hotter than ever. Suddenly an urge rose in her to thrust him against the wall and do whatever her heart’s desired to him. But she held fast. It was difficult though. Ever since she was exiled, she’d never been able to live a normal adolescent life. Where girls her age were flirting and dating and cooking for the local boys, she was out hunting vampires. She didn’t miss it too much, due to the law in her village that stated when a girl found her match, she had to not only consummate it but also marry them as soon as possible. So in that way, their fates were sealed from an early age. It had sickened her, and still did. She’d rather fight until the earth was stained red with vampire blood than be condemned to such a fate. Especially since every man who looked at her in the village wanted to make her his own. It was nothing short of slavery to her. Still, she could not prevent certain bodily desires when they arose but she never sated them. And now, standing in front of a man who was so beautiful the angels would burn with envy, she couldn’t deny that she wanted him. However, she couldn’t do it. According to her ‘contract’, she was bound to the village as their Vampire Hunter and was forbidden to engage in any activity that would give her, if any, momentary pleasure. If they’d discovered she’d lain with a man, it would mean permanent confinement in a containment facility, removed from the rest of the world. The council of Verna had done everything in their power to keep their ‘property’ from having any semblance of humanity. However, they could never erase her emotions. Which meant she harboured a constant hatred for the government of Verna. And a longing for the simple pleasures of life that had been stolen from her.
She stared at D, who steadily kept his gaze locked with hers. She clenched her fist a little before shaking it. To hell with Verna’s contract! They couldn’t stop her from being human. And they shouldn’t give a damn about her doings anyway since she technically didn’t exist to them. She sighed.
‘I know how you feel.’
D stared in surprise. Again, the girl had achieved the impossible when it came to the dhampir. She stepped closer, closing the distance between them. Reaching down deliberately, she pressed a hand against the Hunter’s groin. A soft hiss escaped D, his eyes giving off a brief crimson glare. He grabbed her and threw her to the floor, immediately swooping down on the young woman. She grabbed him by the shoulders and rolled him onto his back, pinning him down. The dhampir gazed up at her, the surprise still in his eyes. The Huntress leaned into him, their faces barely inches from each other. It was as though a single breath would draw her in, completely erasing the gap between the two Hunters. The weight of her upon his groin elicited a deep guttural growl of lust that caused her pale skin to flush a faint crimson. She swallowed hard, knowing that what she was about to do would most likely result in her confinement….if she was found out that is.
‘I can’t let you take me, D,’ she whispered softly.
‘I was not going to,’ he said simply. He moved to push her off but she shook her head, a slight smirk on her face.
‘I said I couldn’t let you take me. That doesn’t mean you can’t have your desires alleviated…for now anyway.’
The dhampir looked slightly confused. Until she began to loosen his belt.
‘Hey, I’m-’
‘Just relax, D,’ she said soothingly. ‘I know you have desires as well. I saw them the minute you tasted my blood that day. However, I never guessed that was the reason you avoided me.’
‘I was only protecting you from myself.’
‘I know, but you can’t keep going on like this. You need this, D. So don’t fight it.’
He did need it, but he didn’t want to do something he’d regret for the rest of his unnatural life. He was about to voice such a concern when she pressed her fingers to his lips. She freed him from the confines of the tight-fitting body suit and pressed her hand against the dhampir’s length. A soft growl issued from D’s throat. That growl was silenced as she pressed her lips into his firm mouth. The dhampir froze, his body stiff with resistance but he gasped suddenly as she wrapped her hand around his length, slowly pumping it. She pushed her tongue into his mouth, exploring the Hunter’s mouth with fervent desire. D wrapped his hand around the back of her neck, his fingers brushing her dark hair. He snaked his tongue down her throat, allowing himself to explore that warm heat. His free hand ran over the curves of her lithe body, his desires flowing through him like liquid fire. His eyes slid shut as the young Huntress continued to pump his member at a firm and steady pace. He growled into the woman’s mouth, his grip on her tightening. She worked her way down to his neck, nibbling softly at the deathly pale skin. The dhampir continued to growl as the beautiful Huntress licked and nibbled at his throat, his nails digging into her back. She growled softly in return and his body grew rigid. She stopped and rolled off of him, looking at him.
‘What is wrong?’
D opened his eyes, the brilliant glare of desire flaring within them. He rolled to the side to face her. ‘I almost lost control. You must stop.’
Melissa focused her gaze on him and shook her head. ‘You need to be relieved of this. Otherwise, you will lose control at the worst time.’ She laid a hand on his chest. ‘Please, D. You need this. ’
His well-maintained control snapped. He wrapped his hand around the back of her head and pulled her towards him, pressing his lips hard into her mouth. She melted into the fierce kiss and she continued her ministrations on the dhampir, wrapping one of her legs around his waist. He slid his hand under her dress and cupped her mound, eliciting a soft growl that drove him into a frenzy. She opened his shirt and locked eyes with the Hunter as she ran her nails deliberately down his powerful chest. He gritted his teeth and growled softly as the nail broke the skin, leaving thin trails of blood in their wake. She stopped just above his waist and bent her neck, lowering her head towards the deathly pale flesh. Hot, wet and sending chills of pleasure up his spine, her tongue traced the long scratches, lapping up the blood drawn by her nails. The sensation of her tongue snaking along his skin was perhaps the most soothing and yet erotic thing he’d ever experienced. She moaned softly at the spicy taste of his blood, pumping his length faster and harder than before. Growling deep within his throat, he grabbed her face between his hands and pulled her up until their eyes met. He pressed the firm iron gate of his mouth over the sensual softness of her own, one of his hands leaving her face and gliding under her dress once more. He slipped a long finger between the slick folds and began to stroke her firmly. She moaned softly, pumping his length faster and harder than ever. He held her tightly against him, her breasts crushed against his powerful chest. He deepened the kiss, his body beginning to grow rigid as he stroked her faster. Her hand tangled in his hair, gripping it firmly as she arched her neck. He latched onto her throat, nibbling softly at her skin. A soft growl issued from deep within his throat and she felt the hard brush of fangs against her flesh. Suddenly his body grew rigid as he reached the height of his arousal and she felt his lust spill into her hand in a sticky mess. She let out a loud and hoarse moan as she climaxed, rolling onto her back in a boneless heap. He slumped against the floor, breathing slightly heavier than usual. The crimson glare faded from his eyes and his gelid beauty was restored, a faint sheen of perspiration upon his exquisite features. Melissa lay there, breathing heavily from the forbidden act she’d just engaged in.
D recovered quickly from the session, sitting up slowly and straightening his attire. He cleaned himself off and glanced over at the woman with an expressionless stare. A faint glimmer of relief and gratitude flickered in his eyes before he sat her upright, leaning her against the wall. She looked at him, brushing her hair out of her face with her one clean hand.
‘How do you feel?’
‘You didn’t have to do that,’ he said, watching her as she rose to her feet. He followed suit, gently grabbing her as she stumbled. He’d overdone it but at least both their desires were sated for a while.
‘You needed it more than I did,’ she said simply. She glanced at the sticky mess of her hand and cleaned it off. She knew she would get into a lot of trouble for doing this, but at the moment, she didn’t care.
‘You could be confined for this.’
‘…..So you knew.’
D nodded. Melissa sighed.
‘I suppose you have to do your duty to the council and report me.’
‘I’m not saying a word.’
She started and gaped at the dhampir. ‘W-what? But what about-?’
‘It’s a foolish thing to believe that by having such a law it will erase all trace of your humanity.’ The dhampir Hunter looked at her. ‘I will remain silent on this matter.’
She couldn’t believe it. Even though he knew of the laws that bound her, he was willingly breaking those laws by allowing this to happen. And to top it all off, he was going to keep a stiff lip about it! She could only stare as the dhampir Hunter walked to the door.
‘I will return later. I’m going to see if I can gather some intel on Titus.’ He laid his hand on the doorknob, but a soft voice stopped him.
‘Thank you.’
D turned and saw the young woman smiling at him. He only inclined his head in return.
‘No, I should be the one thanking you. You don’t know how much this was tormenting me.’ With those surprising words, he turned and left the shack, shutting the door behind him.
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