Pretty Painful

by K. A Knight

  I flex my body, feeling the strength in my muscles. My eyesight is better, I can spot the pounding of his vein in his neck and each individual hair in his beard. My hearing too. I can hear the deep inhale of his breathing, the wind outside this room, and footsteps very faintly and obviously far away.

  I wonder what else I’ll get from drinking blood...the thought should creep me out, but with Mishal’s taste in my mouth and spotting the two fang marks on his neck, I can’t help but feel anything but pleasure. I like my mark on him, primal and strange but true, but I figured it would heal. The cut on his chest made by Nyre has.

  “Why is the cut healed but not my bite marks?” I ask softly, tracing along his chest where the bite mark was.

  “Mine.” His voice is gravelly and deep, almost distant, and I know I’m talking to Nyre only. “Only mine’s marks will stay, it’s a way of showing ownership,” he finishes. Ownership? Mine? What does that even mean?

  I ask as much, but he ignores me, just staring at me with those golden green eyes. He reaches out and lifts a strand of my blonde hair away from my face, playing with it as if hypnotized.

  My body suddenly reminds me it still has needs. I wiggle around to be let go but he refuses, and I end up on top of him again. “Nyreee,” I moan. “I need to pee, please, will you let me go?” I flutter my lashes and he grunts, unwrapping his arms from around me.

  I quickly hop to my feet, grimacing as I stare at the hole in the ground, which is obviously the toilet. I tiptoe over, wincing at the sight, but my bladder tells me it’s either the hole or the floor. I turn around, my hands going to my dress, and squeak as I look up in Nyre’s eyes. He is close, so close we are almost touching.

  “Erm, a little bit of privacy please?” I request. He steps back but keeps looking, and I hop from foot to foot, really needing to pee. “Nyre, please turn around so I can pee,” I beg.

  He throws me a narrow-eyed look before turning around, showing me his back. Quickly pulling down my panties, not even wanting to think about the fact they obviously dressed me, I pee as fast as I can. I know he can hear it but honestly, I don’t really care. I have to shake dry before pulling up my panties.

  “Okay,” I say, moving away from the hole. He turns instantly, grabbing me in his arms and laying us back down so we are on our sides, facing each other.

  “Nyre,” I laugh, and he rumbles.

  I find myself stroking his cheek and he closes his eyes, leaning into my palm. I guess I can’t really have many boundaries with either him or Mishal since I rode him to release and drank his blood like a Capri Sun. Hell, I even begged him to fuck me. The only reason his rejection didn’t sting was because he was trying to look after me and I know it. I wonder if I asked him now—would he say yes?

  He told me when I first came in here that I would beg him to fuck me, and right now I have a feeling he’s right, because even though I came, my pussy is aching to be filled and every inch of his skin is plastered to mine, stoking my need all over again.

  I’m curious to know more about what I am though. “Nyre, do you know a lot about vampires?” I inquire.

  He keeps his eyes closed but hums, before responding, “I don’t care about anyone but myself and now you.”

  Well, okay then.

  “Nyre, can I speak to Mishal?” I ask sweetly.

  He growls, his eyes flying open. “Mine,” he growls and gnashes his teeth.

  “Yes, yes, yours, but can I speak to him please?” I flutter my lashes and his eyes drop to my mouth.

  “For a price.” He huffs.

  “Price?”

  “A kiss. I’ve never been kissed,” he admits, his eyes sliding to the side in shame.

  I suck in a breath. “How?”

  He sighs, rubbing his head into my hand. “I am either dragon or hidden, I can only be like this now without turning because of the chains.”

  Leaning up, I kiss him gently. His lips don’t move against mine and I can almost sense his hesitation, so I show him how. I cup both cheeks, pulling him to me as I roll on my back. He lands between my parted thighs and his lips open on a gasp, letting me sweep my tongue in. He learns fast, and soon has me panting into his mouth as he kisses me hard.

  His tongue accidently presses on the soft area where my fangs are hidden and I groan, my hips jerking up. It felt like he licked my pussy and when he does it again, I nearly come on the spot.

  I moan into his mouth and his hands cup my breasts through the shitty, shift shirt thingy they put on me. I have no bra as a barrier, so he twists my nipples, hard. It mixes with the pleasure as he keeps pressing on the spot in my mouth and soon, I’m rubbing against him, moaning and begging him with my lips and hands.

  I end up having to break the kiss and he pulls away, his eyes shining brighter as he looks at me. “We are doing that again,” he growls, before he suddenly pulls back and I’m left looking into Mishal’s black eyes.

  “Hi,” I say suddenly shy.

  “Hello, little one, having fun, were you?” he asks, before leaning down and brushing his lips against my mouth. “I can still taste you...so fucking sweet. Do you taste like that between your legs?” he whispers the filthy words to me, and I groan.

  I almost dare him to find out...almost.

  “Can you tell me about vampires?” I request now that Mishal is back. He laughs before rolling us over, so we are side by side again.

  “I will find out at some point, little one. But yes, I can. My brother was the original, so I am not sure what his descendants got from him, but basically you drink blood, you gain power from that. You still eat and function normally, but blood is your primary. It will also turn you on and he told me once fucking and drinking at the same time is as close to heaven as you will get.” He winks and my mouth drops open on a laugh. “You’ll be stronger, faster, and have better eyesight and hearing. You might be able to control people, he could, mainly weak ones. Mentally weak that is, but he had to work at it and the more he did and the older he got, the stronger he became until the only people he couldn’t control was us. He could also create bonds with people, hear thoughts, absorb power and strengths and a few other bits. Truly, I don’t know what you will get from him. I suppose it depends on how strongly your bloodline is connected to his.”

  “Is it weird I could be related to your brother?” I joke, and he grunts.

  “My brother gave blood, like me, to create his line. Not to fear, little one, we are in no way related,” he says softly, his hands tracing my sides.

  I’m so turned on I can feel it between my thighs, and I rub them together to relieve the pressure a bit, trying to focus on his words, but he catches me, just like he notices everything about me.

  “Are you wet for me?” he questions, almost in a growl and he sniffs the air again, before a grin crosses his face. “You are, I can smell it.”

  His words have me on edge again and I’m panting, wishing he would just fuck me already, but he seems to be true to his word—he wants me to beg.

  He grips my chin, forcing my head up as he rolls us over so he is between my legs again. “You kissed Nyre?” he whispers silkily.

  I nod in his grip, my mouth dry from the look of hunger on his face and his hard cock once against pressed against my core.

  “Don’t you think you better even the score between him and me then? Because right now, little one, he is gloating,” he purrs.

  “Why don’t you just kiss me?” I tease.

  “Because you are going to choose to kiss me, just like you are going to choose to fuck me. It’s all your choice, but we both know it’s going to happen.” He grins.

  Need blasts through me and with a whimper, I kiss him hard. He grins against my lips, the smug bastard, but kisses me back. Our tongues tangle as I reach up and yank on the back of his hair, stretching his neck without breaking our kiss. He pulls back with a smirk.

  “Do you know what the best thing about you being a nightwalker is?” he queries, and I stretch his neck more. He tries to resis
t, but I test out my new strength and eventually he relents.

  “No?” I pant.

  “Your strength. I can fuck you as hard and rough as I want, and you won’t break. Your body is quite literally able to take my dragon’s fury, and little one, you are going to take it. I’m going to fuck you hard and fast—your mouth, your pussy, and your ass,” he taunts.

  I don’t feel the need to feed, but I want to punish him, I want to discipline him for his words, so I strike, biting his neck hard and licking it before pulling away and biting lower, sinking my fangs into his skin. He groans against me as I rub my pussy on his rock-hard cock, but he makes no other move to touch me, just letting dirty words pour from his mouth, driving me higher.

  “You are going to fucking love it, I’m going to make you come, even with my fat cock in your arse. Have you ever been fucked back there? Has anyone ever touched you?” he asks and I pull away, licking his blood from my lips as it trickles down his neck from my bites.

  “Once,” I admit.

  He growls, his eyes narrowing. “Did he make you come?” He grips my hips, stilling my movements and I cry out, needing the friction. “Did. He. Make. You. Come?” he growls.

  “No, no, God no,” I rush out, trying to move again, but he keeps me easily pinned.

  He leans closer, running his mouth up my neck to my ear. “Good, because I would have had to kill him. I’ve been imaging fucking that ass since you were thrown in here.”

  Fuck. I only have so much willpower and right now, I need to come. My pussy is clenching on air from his words, needing him inside me. Needing him to fill me.

  “Please, Mishal,” I beg and he grins against my ear.

  “Please what?” he prompts, thrusting against me slowly, dragging his cock along my pussy.

  “I need to come,” I cry out. The taste of his blood has only made me that much needier, and I’m so turned on I can feel it dripping down my thighs.

  “That’s all you had to say, little one.” He kisses my ear gently before biting my neck. I cry out again, arching into his touch as his big hands come up and cup my breasts, tweaking my nipples through the material.

  He leans away, ripping the material off my body and diving back down. His hands cup the heavy weight of my breasts, his fingers pulling and twisting my nipples before his mouth closes on one. He sucks hard, biting as he pulls back and moves to the other one. Arching into him, I grip his hair as noises leave my throat unbidden.

  “You’re going to come just from me touching these, aren’t you?” he growls, biting my nipple when I don’t reply.

  “Yes!” I almost scream, I can feel the orgasm just out of reach, his blood and mouth bringing me to the edge.

  He rubs his cock against my panty-clad pussy, twisting and flicking my nipple as he bites and licks at the other. “Come. Now, little one.” He bites the side of my breast and I scream, arching up as my pussy does as it’s told. My orgasm rushes through me, my pussy clamping down on nothing as my vision dots. Breathing heavily, I sink back onto the floor, almost spent from how hard I came, but he doesn’t relent. He licks both sensitive nipples again, holding my breasts hard, before kissing his way down my belly, stopping to slip his tongue around my belly button before he reaches my panties. He grabs the sides and rips them off, leaving me completely bare before him.

  Mishal sits back, running his eyes down my body before stopping at my pussy. “I can see how wet you are already, it’s glistening. Fuck, I can’t wait for you to ride my tongue,” he mutters, gripping my thighs and forcing them open so he can drink in the sight of my soaked pussy.

  “So pretty and pink, I bet you taste so fucking sweet,” he murmurs, running his finger down my lower lips before holding it up before us. The tip of his finger shines with my cream and he fixes those black eyes on me as he puts it in his mouth and sucks it clean. He groans as he pulls it out. “So fucking sweet, like a summer’s day. Fuck, I’m going to spend all my time buried in this pussy to taste that.”

  He runs his fingers down my pussy again, teasing me with his barely there touch before bringing his finger to my lips. “Taste yourself,” he orders.

  I open my mouth and he pushes in, so I suck on his finger, tasting bonfire and…myself, the sweet tang of my cream before he pulls his finger from my lips. He runs his tongue along his teeth as he watches me—why is that so fucking sexy? “Next time, you are going to taste my come mixed in with yours,” he warns, as he lies down between my legs. He grabs my hips and yanks my pussy to his face.

  Throwing my legs over his shoulder, I reach down and grip his hair as he swipes his tongue along the length of me, and then hums, saying, “So fucking sweet.”

  He runs his tongue down me again before parting my lips and swiping around my clit that’s begging to be touched. He teases me, licking up and down and around it. Fuck, he even dips his tongue inside me. Arching back against the floor, I cup my breast with my free hand, rolling my nipple between my fingers as I push onto his face, riding it like he said I would.

  “Mm, good girl, let me have all that cream,” he demands, and I nearly scream when he finally licks my clit with small, hard strokes.

  I ride his face, pushing against him as my pussy pulses. I’m so close to coming yet again and he hasn’t even fucked me. As soon as I think that, he pushes two fingers inside of me. He keeps up his fast licks of my clit as he curls them inside before pulling them back out and ramming them back in. “Fuck, you’re so tight. You are going to be like a vice around my thick cock,” he whispers against my pussy, making me whimper.

  My fangs drop, shredding my bottom lip and sending blood into my mouth, which I swallow quickly. He adds another finger, stretching me with three thick digits, mixing pain with pleasure as he fucks them in and out of me, pressing his tongue on my clit until I come, clamping around his fingers and holding his face to my pussy.

  Riding out the waves of my orgasm, I shake, oversensitive as he gently cleans me up, tasting as much of my cream as he can. He finally pulls back as I shake from aftershocks, and I look down as he watches me from his place between my thighs.

  “Fuck, I thought you were going to fuck me?” I pant.

  “No, you said you needed to come, little one. You never begged me to fuck you.” He smirks between my thighs, my cream spread across his lips and chin, making them glisten. I should be embarrassed, but it only makes me want him more. He moves his fingers inside me in shallow thrusts but I groan, my need returning like an inferno until all I can think about is him thrusting inside me, fucking me completely.

  “Please, fuck me!” I yell.

  Mishal

  Thank fuck. If she hadn’t begged soon, I was going to break my word and ram into this tight little pussy still clamping around my fingers. Even as I seduced her, she seduced me. I could have spent all day licking her cream, making her come on my tongue, but I want to feel her tight, wet cunt around my cock as I fuck her, making her scream for the whole facility to hear so they will know she’s mine.

  Surging up over her, I pull my fingers out and lick them clean while she watches me. Her pupils are blown, her mouth is open, and blood covers her lip from her fangs. Her pussy is pink and still wet from my tongue and her cream…I have never seen anything more beautiful. She breathes hard, her lush breasts moving with each breath, and I can’t wait to see what they look like swaying above me as she rides my cock. She’s all soft curves with steel underneath.

  Leaning over her, I press my lips to hers, licking between her fangs and tasting her blood as I reach lower and shove my trousers down. I kick them off quickly and palm my big cock, running my hand over it a few times as I kiss her. She grips my hair and pulls away. “Fuck me,” she demands, her fangs flashing. Fuck, I want to see if she will suck my cock with them out. It would be dangerous as hell but worth it. I bump my cock into her clit.

  Rubbing the head of my cock along her pussy, I wet it really well and use my palm to spread it along my length, knowing even after making her come twice, she is goi
ng to be tight. She hisses, biting my neck, her fangs cutting through my skin and nearly making me roar. She pulls them out, licks her lips, and glares at me. Impatient little thing.

  Her legs wrap around my waist and she kicks my ass with her heels, urging me to get inside her. Done teasing us both, I press the head of my cock to her opening and slowly push in, each hard, delicious inch making me both sweat and groan. I go slowly, not wanting to hurt her as she stretches around my girth.

  “You’re so big,” she murmurs, her pussy tightening around me with her words, a fresh flood of cream easing my way in.

  “That’s not all of me yet, little one,” I warn.

  Her eyes nearly roll into her head and she tightens around me again, and this time I do roar, thrusting into her hard until my balls slap against her skin. She screams for me as I pull out and ram back in, forcing her tight pussy to accept me. She arches into me, her bright eyes watching me as her fangs hang over her lips.

  “Harder!” she begs.

  Fuck. Nyre dares me to unleash it all, telling me our mate can take it, but I don’t want to hurt her. So, I fuck her harder, faster, but it’s not enough. She growls, the sound sexy as hell and going straight to my balls, before she turns her head and sinks her fangs into my arm. With a roar, I lean over her, letting her drink me down as I fuck her, the last of my restrains falling and letting her feel all of the power in my body.

  She whimpers around her bite and blood drips to the floor as her tongue curls out, trying to catch every last drop. I can actually feel it leaving me and moving through her body, powering her, feeding her, and it’s erotic. Slamming into her again and again with no finesse, I force her to take me. She yanks away from my arm, writhing beneath me, even as she tries to lift her hips to help.

  “Mishal,” she cries, my name on her lips forcing a growl from my throat as I try not to come—she always comes first.