Vampire Hunter D Fan Fiction ❯ God of Death ❯ Chapter 18: A Dhampir's Passion ( Chapter 18 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Queenhellfire 
After preventing an attack on a rainy night, D and Melissa are once again faced with temptation.
Anime/Manga: Vampire Hunter D Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Occult / Adventure / Action | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 02.19.2011 | Updated On: 02.19.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 3.8K | Visits: 162 | Status: Completed
After preventing an attack on a rainy night, D and Melissa are once again faced with temptation.
Anime/Manga: Vampire Hunter D Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Occult / Adventure / Action | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 02.19.2011 | Updated On: 02.19.2011 | Pages: 1 | Words: 3.8K | Visits: 162 | Status: Completed
Chapter 18: A Dhampir's Passion
The rain had come down once more in a thick mist of water that shrouded the forest. A normal human being wouldn’t have been able to see at least five feet in front of him. But to D, it posed little hindrance to his movements. Sprays of yellow were sent up in the wake of his horse, the earth dug up from its hooves mixing with the endlessly flowing water. The naked trees shivered in the onslaught, their branches bowing under the pressure of the torrents pouring down from the heavens. It seemed even the gods didn’t dare to trip him up or let him sink into the mire created by the downpour.
It took the dhampir less than three minutes to catch up with the ruffians. He stopped about three feet from the travelling gang and dismounted smoothly. Melting into the curtains of mists, he silently trailed after the quintet. Even the stealthiest of creatures couldn’t hope to achieve the silence of movement that the Hunter seemed to possess. It took the band of men about ten more minutes to reach the woman’s residence. Even in the thick curtain of mist, D could discern the light in the windows of the shack.
‘Oi! Bitch of Death! We got a bone to pick with you!’ shouted the leader of the gang. The door swung open to reveal the Huntress, clad in a long gown of dark crimson that flowed to her feet. There was a large split up the left leg for ease of move and her hair was a mass of gleaming raven silk. It would seem she’d been ready to turn in for the day so she could hunt when the sun set.
‘What do you want?’ she growled. The sound was not the same pleasurable rumble from before, but it was still enough to drive the gorgeous youth to the brink of wild, insatiable lust. D squeezed his left hand tightly shut to muffle the words the parasite was about to voice.
‘You know something about the council. We’ve been sent to make sure you keep your mouth shut.’
A dark smirk curved her crimson lips. ‘Oh? So he does know about the council? Ambrose sent you to silence me, eh?’
‘That’s right, bitch!’ laughed a man with short brown curls that looked more like steel wool. ‘We can make this all civil like or we can do this the hard way.’
The woman leaned to the right, reaching for her sword behind the door. The thugs gave her no chance to draw it. One of the men pulled out a buckshot cylinder. She dipped her hand into her gown and drew out several needles. A flash of silver and they were sent flying through the air. One of the men cried out in pain as the needles embedded themselves into his hand, causing him to drop the buckshot cylinder he was holding.
A loud roar shattered the silence and the woman froze. A hole the size of a penny had been gouged into the wall just to the left of her. The lead thug grinned grotesquely as he levelled the magnum gun at Melissa’s head.
‘End of the line, bitch,’ he laughed. ‘Once we’re done with you, we’ll deal with that half-breed punk in town!’ His finger crooked to squeeze the trigger…
A graceful silver arc limned the air and dissected the thug’s arm. He screamed in agony as his hand went flying, blood gouting from the severed wrist. The other men became as pale as funeral palls as a white sensation struck them head-on. It was the ghastly aura of the Nobility.
‘D!’
Melissa’s shout seemed to be the herald for the dhampir’s appearance for D stepped out of the shadows of the wood. The rain splashed the naked, gore-soaked blade and ran in rivulets down his nigh-translucent skin. His raven hair clung to his gorgeous countenance, eyes cold as ice levelled upon the band of men.
‘What is Ambrose up to?’ His voice was what would rightly be called soft, but the men were frozen where they stood. Clearly they’d been cowed by the Hunter’s eerie presence, a presence that seemed to lay bare the one thing that seemed to be united in the entire human race- fear of the unknown darkness.
‘We were just told to kill you and the girl,’ the thug’s voice trembled pitifully. ‘I don’t know what he’s up to!’
‘Where is the council’s resting place?’
‘All we know is that it’s some stone place. That’s all. Deep in the mountains.’ The thug clutched his bleeding wrist and fell to his knees. ‘Please. Don’t kill me!’
D didn’t respond. Instead, he leaned forward and a silver arc split the man in two. The others ran as their comrade fell in a bloody mist, the crimson flow of life washed away by the pouring rain.
‘Are you hurt?’ The Hunter wiped off the gore from his blade with an elegant flick before returning it to his sheath.
‘No. They didn’t get me.’ The Huntress glanced at D ‘What are you doing here?’
‘I followed them here. They were planning to silence you so you wouldn’t alert the village the council had been turned.’
Melissa laughed bitterly. ‘Like they’re listen to the exile.’ She shook her head. ‘You should come inside. You’ll catch a cold.’
‘There are still some things I need to clear up.’
‘You mean about the council’s resting place? You’ll never find it in this. And you weren’t given very clear directions. And besides, after this, those men will have the village in an uproar so it’s not safe to go back to glean information from Ambrose.’
‘I can see why you’re such an efficient Hunter,’ remarked the dhampir. She smiled faintly.
‘It’s my curse. Now get inside before someone sees you.’
No response from the gorgeous youth.
‘Don’t make me drag you inside. I will, even in this thing. Mind you, it’s very thin fabric so I might catch my death in this.’
The beautiful half-breed Hunter finally gave in. He strode out of the rain into the safety of the shack. Melissa shut the door behind her and then clapped her hand to her forehead.
‘I almost forgot the perimeter’s not secure.’ She picked up her sword and opened the door once more. ‘You stay here.’
‘What of you catching your death?’
‘A quick dash won’t kill me.’ With that, she slammed the door behind her and ran out into the rain, circling the shack as she went.
‘Keh heh heh. That could be you out there with her, you know?’
D didn’t respond to the symbiote in his left hand.
‘Oh hoh, the silent treatment, huh? Well I’ve got three words for you: hot wet babe. Come on! You gotta admit the thought of that thin gown clinging to her body makes you horny as hell.’
‘Shut up.’ D growled.
‘She’s probably gonna peel that off the moment she gets inside, you know. Then you can get a good view of that body karate she’s got going on--mph!’
The dhampir had slammed his left palm into the couch arm. He’d never tried anything other than clenching his hand to stifle the parasite, but he had to admit it had a very satisfying effect.
‘Fine, I’m turning in for the night. But I know you’re going to get your fangs into that girl sooner or later.’
‘Enough!’
‘D?’
D turned to see the woman open the door and walk in. As predicted, she was soaked to the skin. The flimsy silken fabric clung to every curve of her body, not so much covering it as revealing almost every detail. The cold rain had turned up remarkably rosy buds upon her breasts and a soft growl emitted from the dhampir’s throat as she turned to warm herself near the fire.
‘Are you all right?’ Her voice held concern but the low, wolf-like growl caused a thrill of desire to shoot up her spine.
The Hunter shut his eyes and took a deep breath to calm his baser instincts, which at the moment were screaming at him to take what he wanted from the girl. Perhaps she’d heard the call in his body for she turned to him, her eyes glittering with a strange light.
D saw this and his brow crinkled slightly. The nightgown had dried enough so she wouldn’t catch a cold but it still clung to her body in some places. He fought another growl that threatened to escape but it was a battle he was quickly losing. Melissa swallowed hard.
‘You can’t fight this anymore, can you?’ she asked, her voice slightly strained. D saw the desire gleaming in her eyes and immediately found it was impossible to contain his lust for blood and for the flesh.
‘…No.’
The beautiful woman met his gaze squarely. ‘Neither can I.’ When had her voice gotten so small? ‘If you need to, I won’t stop you.’
‘I can’t do that.’ D’s voice was incredibly strained.
‘D…’ She swallowed hard. D felt as though his entire body was frozen where he stood, his icily gleaming eyes glittering with that lust for her. There was a long silence as they stared at each, the tension thick enough to slice through.
She rushed towards the dhampir and grabbed him by the folds of his cloak, steering him into the bedroom. Slamming him against the wall, she grabbed his face in both of her hands and shoved her mouth hard into D’s own. D was frozen in place by the swiftness of her assault but the soft growl of longing that reverberated within her throat snapped his control. His long fingers tangled in her hair while his arm wrapped around her waist, tightly holding her against him. His tongue flicked at her lips and they parted at the invitation, her own swirling around his. He gripped the back of her head and sealed their lips together in a fit of ferocious passion, Reaching for her tongue in his lust, his own seemed to thrust into her mouth, exploring the warm heat as her hands slid down to his chest. Her hands nimbly worked at the clasp of his harness until the sword on his back slid off his shoulders and down the wall, landing with a resounding clang on the floorboards. With consummate ease, the beautiful woman hefted the armoured cloak off of the dhampir, tossing it to the side where it landed in a heap on the floor. The pendant that always held pride of place upon his chest was the next to go, but she treated this gently, laying it upon a chair before returning to her lustful frenzy uninterrupted.
She broke the kiss and caught her breath, glancing down at the dhampir’s body. He was perfection, sculpted and chiselled like a fine marble statue carved by the very gods themselves, encased within the black leather attire. She slipped the bracers off of his arms and dropped them to the floor on top of his cloak. Placing her hands upon his chest, she slowly found the entrance to the suit, unzipping it to his waist. D watched as though mesmerised as she pushed the sleeves down his shoulders, peeling them off his exquisite arms and freeing his torso of the outfit’s confines. He moved to kiss her again but she stopped him, pressing a hand upon his lips before moving to her knees. She removed his belt and set it upon the floor, removing his boots before her hands skated up to his waist again. Hooking her hands over the folds at his waist, she slipped the suit off completely and stared up in awe at the man before her.
No words could describe what she’d uncovered. The dim light of the oil lamp in the room seemed to reflect off of the Hunter’s skin, so pale and lustrous it appeared he was carved from ice. The scent of him was intoxicating, sending her senses reeling in pleasure. She rose to her feet, raising her hand to clasp the brim of his hat and removed it. She brushed his hair away from his face, her fingertips brushing his pointed nubs of his ears. He was a pure feast of the eyes and she devoured him with her gaze. She suddenly grabbed him again and pushed him onto the bed, pressing him into the mattress with her weight.
She pressed her lips into D’s mouth again, biting his lip hard enough to make him growl with lust. Her slender fingers glided over his body, slipping below his waist to wrap around his member. He hissed sharply at the cool touch but was quickly silenced as she kissed him. She stroked him firmly, feeling the shaft grow into a thick and hard rod beneath her hand. D growled once more, waiting for what was to come when the pressure on his member was suddenly gone. He didn’t need to question the sudden change when Melissa began to move very slowly down his body. She snaked her tongue down his throat, nipping lightly at the skin before pausing at his chest. The hot, wet muscle swirled around one of his nipples before she blew on it gently, piquing it slightly before resuming her ministrations. She bit sharply at the hardened bud, eliciting a low hiss from the gorgeous youth before she closed her lips around it, suckling on it gently. The beautiful woman slid down his body, kissing, licking and nipping at the cool flesh beneath her, her hands roaming over his chest, pinching at his nipples firmly. D’s breathing had quickened and soft growls of pleasure came at regular intervals. She snaked her tongue down his thick, erect member before wrapping her lips around the quivering head.
D suddenly went stiff with surprise but soon long soft moans were flowing from his firm lips. The Huntress slowly moved her head up and down the length of his shaft, swirling her tongue around the thick rod. She gently scraped her teeth along the foreskin, causing the dhampir to shiver with delight. She began to quicken her pace, sending continuous thrills through the Hunter’s body. His breathing was now coming in soft pants, his body stiffening from the coil of pleasure tightening within him. She raked her nails down his chest, hard enough to draw blood and a loud growl left his throat as the coil sprang loose. He came in long streams and she worked to take in as much as she could before pulling away, licking her lips to taste the erotic bounty.
She bent down and ran her tongue along the scratches to soothe his pain. D took her head in his hands and kissed her fiercely. It was hot, messy seed-flavoured kiss and it drove the dhampir into a sexual frenzy. She gasped as she was flipped over onto her back, the weight of the gorgeous youth pressing her down. She had to admit she felt nervous but those nerves were chased away as D pressed his lips into her mouth in a passionate kiss. He pulled the damp garment off of the woman and revealed her beautiful, softly curved body. He rested his hand on her breast, caressing the swell as he moved his lips down to her throat. She felt the hard brush of fangs and she stiffened a little but then moaned softly as his tongue laved the offended area gently. He continued to knead her breast as he moved down to her chest, capturing her left nipple in his mouth and suckling lightly as he rolled its twin between his right thumb and finger. She watched as he continued his journey down her body. The dhampir savoured the taste of her skin, which seemed to carry hints of milk and honey as he nipped lightly at stomach. His eyes were dark and possessive as he spread her legs, all the while not breaking contact with her. His moves were so graceful and fluid it left her mesmerised as she watched. His eyes glowed a deep red before it vanished to the glitter of lust before buried his head between her thighs.
A strangled cry of his name issued from her throat as his tongue teased her. She writhed on the mattress, her hands clutching the sheets in her throes of passion. She panted as D continued his pleasure of her, kissing, licking and nipping at her clitoris. She had to wonder whom else he’d done this with, or whether the dhampir was just a natural. Those thoughts were quickly dashed when his tongue penetrated her core. She arched her back in pure ecstasy as the Hunter fed off the taste of her arousal, growls of lust vibrating through her and heightening the pleasure coursing through her body. The sensations spreading through her body took her breath away. Who could have thought foreplay with this gorgeous youth could have been so intoxicating? He shifted his hands beneath her thighs and lifted her legs over his shoulders for better access, the action only intensifying her bliss. She pushed against him, lost in the sensations rolling through her body, her fingers gripping the bed linen tightly. D swooned as the scent of her arousal hit him hard and he swiftly turned his head to bite into her inner thigh, as close as he dared to her mound. The blood that seeped from the wound was hot and spiced with the scent of her, sending him into a bliss unlike anything he’d ever experienced. The sensation pooled in her stomach and then suddenly released as she came hard, moaning D’s name. D’s eyes rolled into his head as he licked her clean, but he recovered quickly as he crawled up to meet her gaze. She gazed up him, her eyes swimming with sin.
‘I can’t wait any longer,’ Melissa whispered. ‘Please, D….just take me.’
D stared into those fiery eyes and fiercely kissed her again. He took his member and gently pressed it against her entrance. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him in return, their tongues sensually dancing around each other. She gasped as he slid in clear to the hilt and she forced herself to relax so she could adjust to his length. D growled as her heat surrounded him, wrapped almost unbearably tight around his shaft. He felt her muscles relax and she looked at him, imploring him to move. He slid out to the point where his head was still buried in her and then thrust into her, hitting her dead on. A wave of stars flashed before her eyes and she gasped at the new sensation. She’d been denied this pleasure and she wanted to make the most of it. She gripped the shoulder of the gorgeous youth and bit his shoulder firmly, which seemed to send him wild. D dropped his hand to her clitoris and stroked her gently, hearing her moan his name. Her muscles gripped tightly around his shaft instantly. He kissed her lips hard, bruising them on contact as he thrusted in and out of her, ensuring he hit her spot every time. Her gasps turned into long and loud moans and he put more pressure on her clitoris with his thumb, his fingers splayed across her stomach and pressing into the supple flesh lightly. The muscles inside her gripped him sporadically and he growled with immense pleasure. He had denied himself this for far too long.
Her breasts rubbed against his chest as she arched her body, greeting his thrusts with her bucking hips. Her nails raked down his broad shoulders, drawing blood from him in her ecstasy. She felt the sensation coil in her again, this time far more intense than before. Her final moan came as a long drawn scream of his name, her body trembling with the waves of bliss washing over her.
As she came, her muscles clasped him like a vice. D’s eyes gave off a brilliant crimson glare and he fell on her, his fingers tangling in her hair as his fangs sank into her pale neck. Hot, sweet blood flowed into his mouth and he was left euphoric with the sensation of warm, fresh blood as he pounded deeper and harder into her than before. He pulled his fangs away from her throat as a deep, low growl left him, pulling out swiftly to come harmlessly on her thigh. He slumped against her sweaty frame, gathering enough of his senses to bite his tongue and lick the wounds upon her neck, his own blood healing them without a mark to be seen. He lapped up the blood that remained on her flesh and lay beside her on his back. She rolled over so her head rested upon his chest, her hand over his pulsing heart. D simply covered the two of them with the sheets and wrapped his arms around her waist.
‘I’m sorry…’ His voice was filled with deep regret as he glanced at her neck. Melissa shook her head and gently kissed his lips.
‘Don’t be. We couldn’t fight it any longer.’ She snuggled with the dhampir and fell asleep, exhausted from their passion. Knowing she was safe within his company, D allowed himself to give into a true sleep for the first time in so many years. A sleep that was not even interrupted by a slight chuckling from his left hand.
‘I told you so, didn’t I?’
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The rain had come down once more in a thick mist of water that shrouded the forest. A normal human being wouldn’t have been able to see at least five feet in front of him. But to D, it posed little hindrance to his movements. Sprays of yellow were sent up in the wake of his horse, the earth dug up from its hooves mixing with the endlessly flowing water. The naked trees shivered in the onslaught, their branches bowing under the pressure of the torrents pouring down from the heavens. It seemed even the gods didn’t dare to trip him up or let him sink into the mire created by the downpour.
It took the dhampir less than three minutes to catch up with the ruffians. He stopped about three feet from the travelling gang and dismounted smoothly. Melting into the curtains of mists, he silently trailed after the quintet. Even the stealthiest of creatures couldn’t hope to achieve the silence of movement that the Hunter seemed to possess. It took the band of men about ten more minutes to reach the woman’s residence. Even in the thick curtain of mist, D could discern the light in the windows of the shack.
‘Oi! Bitch of Death! We got a bone to pick with you!’ shouted the leader of the gang. The door swung open to reveal the Huntress, clad in a long gown of dark crimson that flowed to her feet. There was a large split up the left leg for ease of move and her hair was a mass of gleaming raven silk. It would seem she’d been ready to turn in for the day so she could hunt when the sun set.
‘What do you want?’ she growled. The sound was not the same pleasurable rumble from before, but it was still enough to drive the gorgeous youth to the brink of wild, insatiable lust. D squeezed his left hand tightly shut to muffle the words the parasite was about to voice.
‘You know something about the council. We’ve been sent to make sure you keep your mouth shut.’
A dark smirk curved her crimson lips. ‘Oh? So he does know about the council? Ambrose sent you to silence me, eh?’
‘That’s right, bitch!’ laughed a man with short brown curls that looked more like steel wool. ‘We can make this all civil like or we can do this the hard way.’
The woman leaned to the right, reaching for her sword behind the door. The thugs gave her no chance to draw it. One of the men pulled out a buckshot cylinder. She dipped her hand into her gown and drew out several needles. A flash of silver and they were sent flying through the air. One of the men cried out in pain as the needles embedded themselves into his hand, causing him to drop the buckshot cylinder he was holding.
A loud roar shattered the silence and the woman froze. A hole the size of a penny had been gouged into the wall just to the left of her. The lead thug grinned grotesquely as he levelled the magnum gun at Melissa’s head.
‘End of the line, bitch,’ he laughed. ‘Once we’re done with you, we’ll deal with that half-breed punk in town!’ His finger crooked to squeeze the trigger…
A graceful silver arc limned the air and dissected the thug’s arm. He screamed in agony as his hand went flying, blood gouting from the severed wrist. The other men became as pale as funeral palls as a white sensation struck them head-on. It was the ghastly aura of the Nobility.
‘D!’
Melissa’s shout seemed to be the herald for the dhampir’s appearance for D stepped out of the shadows of the wood. The rain splashed the naked, gore-soaked blade and ran in rivulets down his nigh-translucent skin. His raven hair clung to his gorgeous countenance, eyes cold as ice levelled upon the band of men.
‘What is Ambrose up to?’ His voice was what would rightly be called soft, but the men were frozen where they stood. Clearly they’d been cowed by the Hunter’s eerie presence, a presence that seemed to lay bare the one thing that seemed to be united in the entire human race- fear of the unknown darkness.
‘We were just told to kill you and the girl,’ the thug’s voice trembled pitifully. ‘I don’t know what he’s up to!’
‘Where is the council’s resting place?’
‘All we know is that it’s some stone place. That’s all. Deep in the mountains.’ The thug clutched his bleeding wrist and fell to his knees. ‘Please. Don’t kill me!’
D didn’t respond. Instead, he leaned forward and a silver arc split the man in two. The others ran as their comrade fell in a bloody mist, the crimson flow of life washed away by the pouring rain.
‘Are you hurt?’ The Hunter wiped off the gore from his blade with an elegant flick before returning it to his sheath.
‘No. They didn’t get me.’ The Huntress glanced at D ‘What are you doing here?’
‘I followed them here. They were planning to silence you so you wouldn’t alert the village the council had been turned.’
Melissa laughed bitterly. ‘Like they’re listen to the exile.’ She shook her head. ‘You should come inside. You’ll catch a cold.’
‘There are still some things I need to clear up.’
‘You mean about the council’s resting place? You’ll never find it in this. And you weren’t given very clear directions. And besides, after this, those men will have the village in an uproar so it’s not safe to go back to glean information from Ambrose.’
‘I can see why you’re such an efficient Hunter,’ remarked the dhampir. She smiled faintly.
‘It’s my curse. Now get inside before someone sees you.’
No response from the gorgeous youth.
‘Don’t make me drag you inside. I will, even in this thing. Mind you, it’s very thin fabric so I might catch my death in this.’
The beautiful half-breed Hunter finally gave in. He strode out of the rain into the safety of the shack. Melissa shut the door behind her and then clapped her hand to her forehead.
‘I almost forgot the perimeter’s not secure.’ She picked up her sword and opened the door once more. ‘You stay here.’
‘What of you catching your death?’
‘A quick dash won’t kill me.’ With that, she slammed the door behind her and ran out into the rain, circling the shack as she went.
‘Keh heh heh. That could be you out there with her, you know?’
D didn’t respond to the symbiote in his left hand.
‘Oh hoh, the silent treatment, huh? Well I’ve got three words for you: hot wet babe. Come on! You gotta admit the thought of that thin gown clinging to her body makes you horny as hell.’
‘Shut up.’ D growled.
‘She’s probably gonna peel that off the moment she gets inside, you know. Then you can get a good view of that body karate she’s got going on--mph!’
The dhampir had slammed his left palm into the couch arm. He’d never tried anything other than clenching his hand to stifle the parasite, but he had to admit it had a very satisfying effect.
‘Fine, I’m turning in for the night. But I know you’re going to get your fangs into that girl sooner or later.’
‘Enough!’
‘D?’
D turned to see the woman open the door and walk in. As predicted, she was soaked to the skin. The flimsy silken fabric clung to every curve of her body, not so much covering it as revealing almost every detail. The cold rain had turned up remarkably rosy buds upon her breasts and a soft growl emitted from the dhampir’s throat as she turned to warm herself near the fire.
‘Are you all right?’ Her voice held concern but the low, wolf-like growl caused a thrill of desire to shoot up her spine.
The Hunter shut his eyes and took a deep breath to calm his baser instincts, which at the moment were screaming at him to take what he wanted from the girl. Perhaps she’d heard the call in his body for she turned to him, her eyes glittering with a strange light.
D saw this and his brow crinkled slightly. The nightgown had dried enough so she wouldn’t catch a cold but it still clung to her body in some places. He fought another growl that threatened to escape but it was a battle he was quickly losing. Melissa swallowed hard.
‘You can’t fight this anymore, can you?’ she asked, her voice slightly strained. D saw the desire gleaming in her eyes and immediately found it was impossible to contain his lust for blood and for the flesh.
‘…No.’
The beautiful woman met his gaze squarely. ‘Neither can I.’ When had her voice gotten so small? ‘If you need to, I won’t stop you.’
‘I can’t do that.’ D’s voice was incredibly strained.
‘D…’ She swallowed hard. D felt as though his entire body was frozen where he stood, his icily gleaming eyes glittering with that lust for her. There was a long silence as they stared at each, the tension thick enough to slice through.
She rushed towards the dhampir and grabbed him by the folds of his cloak, steering him into the bedroom. Slamming him against the wall, she grabbed his face in both of her hands and shoved her mouth hard into D’s own. D was frozen in place by the swiftness of her assault but the soft growl of longing that reverberated within her throat snapped his control. His long fingers tangled in her hair while his arm wrapped around her waist, tightly holding her against him. His tongue flicked at her lips and they parted at the invitation, her own swirling around his. He gripped the back of her head and sealed their lips together in a fit of ferocious passion, Reaching for her tongue in his lust, his own seemed to thrust into her mouth, exploring the warm heat as her hands slid down to his chest. Her hands nimbly worked at the clasp of his harness until the sword on his back slid off his shoulders and down the wall, landing with a resounding clang on the floorboards. With consummate ease, the beautiful woman hefted the armoured cloak off of the dhampir, tossing it to the side where it landed in a heap on the floor. The pendant that always held pride of place upon his chest was the next to go, but she treated this gently, laying it upon a chair before returning to her lustful frenzy uninterrupted.
She broke the kiss and caught her breath, glancing down at the dhampir’s body. He was perfection, sculpted and chiselled like a fine marble statue carved by the very gods themselves, encased within the black leather attire. She slipped the bracers off of his arms and dropped them to the floor on top of his cloak. Placing her hands upon his chest, she slowly found the entrance to the suit, unzipping it to his waist. D watched as though mesmerised as she pushed the sleeves down his shoulders, peeling them off his exquisite arms and freeing his torso of the outfit’s confines. He moved to kiss her again but she stopped him, pressing a hand upon his lips before moving to her knees. She removed his belt and set it upon the floor, removing his boots before her hands skated up to his waist again. Hooking her hands over the folds at his waist, she slipped the suit off completely and stared up in awe at the man before her.
No words could describe what she’d uncovered. The dim light of the oil lamp in the room seemed to reflect off of the Hunter’s skin, so pale and lustrous it appeared he was carved from ice. The scent of him was intoxicating, sending her senses reeling in pleasure. She rose to her feet, raising her hand to clasp the brim of his hat and removed it. She brushed his hair away from his face, her fingertips brushing his pointed nubs of his ears. He was a pure feast of the eyes and she devoured him with her gaze. She suddenly grabbed him again and pushed him onto the bed, pressing him into the mattress with her weight.
She pressed her lips into D’s mouth again, biting his lip hard enough to make him growl with lust. Her slender fingers glided over his body, slipping below his waist to wrap around his member. He hissed sharply at the cool touch but was quickly silenced as she kissed him. She stroked him firmly, feeling the shaft grow into a thick and hard rod beneath her hand. D growled once more, waiting for what was to come when the pressure on his member was suddenly gone. He didn’t need to question the sudden change when Melissa began to move very slowly down his body. She snaked her tongue down his throat, nipping lightly at the skin before pausing at his chest. The hot, wet muscle swirled around one of his nipples before she blew on it gently, piquing it slightly before resuming her ministrations. She bit sharply at the hardened bud, eliciting a low hiss from the gorgeous youth before she closed her lips around it, suckling on it gently. The beautiful woman slid down his body, kissing, licking and nipping at the cool flesh beneath her, her hands roaming over his chest, pinching at his nipples firmly. D’s breathing had quickened and soft growls of pleasure came at regular intervals. She snaked her tongue down his thick, erect member before wrapping her lips around the quivering head.
D suddenly went stiff with surprise but soon long soft moans were flowing from his firm lips. The Huntress slowly moved her head up and down the length of his shaft, swirling her tongue around the thick rod. She gently scraped her teeth along the foreskin, causing the dhampir to shiver with delight. She began to quicken her pace, sending continuous thrills through the Hunter’s body. His breathing was now coming in soft pants, his body stiffening from the coil of pleasure tightening within him. She raked her nails down his chest, hard enough to draw blood and a loud growl left his throat as the coil sprang loose. He came in long streams and she worked to take in as much as she could before pulling away, licking her lips to taste the erotic bounty.
She bent down and ran her tongue along the scratches to soothe his pain. D took her head in his hands and kissed her fiercely. It was hot, messy seed-flavoured kiss and it drove the dhampir into a sexual frenzy. She gasped as she was flipped over onto her back, the weight of the gorgeous youth pressing her down. She had to admit she felt nervous but those nerves were chased away as D pressed his lips into her mouth in a passionate kiss. He pulled the damp garment off of the woman and revealed her beautiful, softly curved body. He rested his hand on her breast, caressing the swell as he moved his lips down to her throat. She felt the hard brush of fangs and she stiffened a little but then moaned softly as his tongue laved the offended area gently. He continued to knead her breast as he moved down to her chest, capturing her left nipple in his mouth and suckling lightly as he rolled its twin between his right thumb and finger. She watched as he continued his journey down her body. The dhampir savoured the taste of her skin, which seemed to carry hints of milk and honey as he nipped lightly at stomach. His eyes were dark and possessive as he spread her legs, all the while not breaking contact with her. His moves were so graceful and fluid it left her mesmerised as she watched. His eyes glowed a deep red before it vanished to the glitter of lust before buried his head between her thighs.
A strangled cry of his name issued from her throat as his tongue teased her. She writhed on the mattress, her hands clutching the sheets in her throes of passion. She panted as D continued his pleasure of her, kissing, licking and nipping at her clitoris. She had to wonder whom else he’d done this with, or whether the dhampir was just a natural. Those thoughts were quickly dashed when his tongue penetrated her core. She arched her back in pure ecstasy as the Hunter fed off the taste of her arousal, growls of lust vibrating through her and heightening the pleasure coursing through her body. The sensations spreading through her body took her breath away. Who could have thought foreplay with this gorgeous youth could have been so intoxicating? He shifted his hands beneath her thighs and lifted her legs over his shoulders for better access, the action only intensifying her bliss. She pushed against him, lost in the sensations rolling through her body, her fingers gripping the bed linen tightly. D swooned as the scent of her arousal hit him hard and he swiftly turned his head to bite into her inner thigh, as close as he dared to her mound. The blood that seeped from the wound was hot and spiced with the scent of her, sending him into a bliss unlike anything he’d ever experienced. The sensation pooled in her stomach and then suddenly released as she came hard, moaning D’s name. D’s eyes rolled into his head as he licked her clean, but he recovered quickly as he crawled up to meet her gaze. She gazed up him, her eyes swimming with sin.
‘I can’t wait any longer,’ Melissa whispered. ‘Please, D….just take me.’
D stared into those fiery eyes and fiercely kissed her again. He took his member and gently pressed it against her entrance. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him in return, their tongues sensually dancing around each other. She gasped as he slid in clear to the hilt and she forced herself to relax so she could adjust to his length. D growled as her heat surrounded him, wrapped almost unbearably tight around his shaft. He felt her muscles relax and she looked at him, imploring him to move. He slid out to the point where his head was still buried in her and then thrust into her, hitting her dead on. A wave of stars flashed before her eyes and she gasped at the new sensation. She’d been denied this pleasure and she wanted to make the most of it. She gripped the shoulder of the gorgeous youth and bit his shoulder firmly, which seemed to send him wild. D dropped his hand to her clitoris and stroked her gently, hearing her moan his name. Her muscles gripped tightly around his shaft instantly. He kissed her lips hard, bruising them on contact as he thrusted in and out of her, ensuring he hit her spot every time. Her gasps turned into long and loud moans and he put more pressure on her clitoris with his thumb, his fingers splayed across her stomach and pressing into the supple flesh lightly. The muscles inside her gripped him sporadically and he growled with immense pleasure. He had denied himself this for far too long.
Her breasts rubbed against his chest as she arched her body, greeting his thrusts with her bucking hips. Her nails raked down his broad shoulders, drawing blood from him in her ecstasy. She felt the sensation coil in her again, this time far more intense than before. Her final moan came as a long drawn scream of his name, her body trembling with the waves of bliss washing over her.
As she came, her muscles clasped him like a vice. D’s eyes gave off a brilliant crimson glare and he fell on her, his fingers tangling in her hair as his fangs sank into her pale neck. Hot, sweet blood flowed into his mouth and he was left euphoric with the sensation of warm, fresh blood as he pounded deeper and harder into her than before. He pulled his fangs away from her throat as a deep, low growl left him, pulling out swiftly to come harmlessly on her thigh. He slumped against her sweaty frame, gathering enough of his senses to bite his tongue and lick the wounds upon her neck, his own blood healing them without a mark to be seen. He lapped up the blood that remained on her flesh and lay beside her on his back. She rolled over so her head rested upon his chest, her hand over his pulsing heart. D simply covered the two of them with the sheets and wrapped his arms around her waist.
‘I’m sorry…’ His voice was filled with deep regret as he glanced at her neck. Melissa shook her head and gently kissed his lips.
‘Don’t be. We couldn’t fight it any longer.’ She snuggled with the dhampir and fell asleep, exhausted from their passion. Knowing she was safe within his company, D allowed himself to give into a true sleep for the first time in so many years. A sleep that was not even interrupted by a slight chuckling from his left hand.
‘I told you so, didn’t I?’
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