Hell’s Consort

His grip tightened, and he didn't release his hold on her.

Spots of color began to cloud Luna's vision.

The Blood Beast took a lot of blood, but still, she didn't push him away.

He needed it, and she had to provide for him as his food source.

"More," Luna said the word, and it was barely audible. "Take it from me."

Only when Luna had stilled, and her vein was almost dry as an empty cup, the Blood Beast moved away.

With a growl, the Blood Beast swooped back in, but this time, it was his tongue marauding her mouth, his sharp teeth scraping hers.

The kiss continued.

Luna's heart hammered against her ribs as desire pumped through her.

Her fangs were elongated.

It would be so good if she would taste his blood once again.

Luna would bite him, suck him, and drain him.

The urge was already there.

Needing time to calm down, Luna tried to pull back just a little, but the Blood Beast wouldn't let her.

He thrust that tongue deeper and harder, scraping one of her sharp canines, and a bead of blood did indeed form, sliding down her throat.

Sweet, calming, warming her stomach and spreading all over her, strengthening her.

Nothing had ever tasted so heavenly, somehow soothing her hunger.

Luna's gaze latched onto the pulse, hammering wildly at the base of his neck.

God, she wanted to bite him, needing more of his blood.

It was powerful and addictive.

That little tastes were no longer enough. Her hunger soothed.

Time to stop this.

She was too close to falling for temptation.

Luna was determined not to live as a vampire.

"Please, stop." She sounded drugged, her tongue swollen. "I can't take it anymore."

"We are not done yet, amare."

The Blood Beast released her chin and cupped her breast, rolling the nipple between naughty fingers.

A bead of his sweat from his forehead dripped onto her. "I can't do it."

"I know you crave for me too just like what I feel for you." He murmured huskily. "You are my beloved. You are free to take everything you need."

Grabbing his nape down with a growl, she brought the Blood Beast's head closer.

He bent down so that she could reach him, and she tiptoed upwards, reaching for his neck.

Luna's fangs cut deep, and the blood flowed into her mouth.

Finally.

Her teeth sunk unto his neck, and a mewling sound escaped her as she finally had the taste of her mate's blood.

When she tried to disengage entirely, he petted her hair with firm strokes, holding her in place.

"Take some more." The Blood Beast groaned as her hard nipples rubbed his chest, her breast moving up and down as she panted.

On and on, she continued to drink, his blood propelling her higher.

Luna disengaged before swallowing that final, life-taking gulp.

A hoarse cry slipped from her as she wrenched her mouth away.

Luna's strength was instantly restored, and her eyesight became unbelievably perfect.

Her hearing had become exponentially better, and her sense of smell became too intense, sickening, but filterable.

Even her touch became ultra-sensitive.

Her guilt over what she swore she would never do raged, but she never really had the time to process her shame further.

The blood Beast'eyes seared as he plunged his tongue inside her mouth again, claiming her as his hand slid down her body.

His fingers trailed on the side of her hips as he raised her dress, gripping her panties and tearing the thin fabric with his claws.

Luna arched into his touch as she moaned when the Blood Beast thrust two fingers inside her dripping wet core without consent, sending his digits deeper into her core.

  His thumb rubbed her clit, making her insides quiver.

His addictive flavor consumed her as he continued the kiss.

Luna bit his tongue, desperate for his blood, savoring every drop.

"Wait. We can't." Luna said as she pushed him away, remembering that she was the High Priestess. "I should remain a virgin—"

"You can remain a virgin."

"Oh."

The Blood Beast said as his lower body grounded against hers. "I promise that I will keep you a virgin."

"Is that possible?" His fingers pressed her clitoris hard, and she hissed, shuddering with her lids shut. The Blood Beast's touch wasn't enough to send her over the edge.

It was just enough to make her recklessly achy and needy.

Her chest burned as her hands clung to him.

Luna's nails were deep in his back as her hips writhe and her head thrashed desperately to reach the peak of her orgasm.

A third finger joined the play, his fingers moving in and out as they mimicked the motions of sex.

"I ached to be filled." Luna panted as she shamelessly reached between their bodies and cupped his thick, straining erection.

He was as hard as a rock.

He pulled his fingers out of her.

She nearly cried.

Every nerve ending in her body was sensitized, waiting, ready to experience climax, and the Blood Beast had pulled away.

"Beg, amare," he said.

"Fuck you," she snarled.

The Blood Beast breathed in and out, ragged, shallow, his eyes shooting fire at her. "That's what I'm trying to do, but I need to control myself."

The heel of his hand returned between her thighs, offering more of that delicious pressure while his fingers dove back into her.

"I will--" Trembling, writhing, hurting, Luna bit down on his tongue once more, unable to stop herself from sucking and swallowing every bit of blood she could.

The climax hit her, slamming bone-deep, soul-deep, her muscles twitching, body grinding, hurting, thoughts splitting apart, flying.

A scream ripped from her.

A scream of pleasure and pain.

Heaven, and Hell.

Wonder and regret.

She clawed at his back, shredding his shirt.

She thrashed, she writhed even harder, she cried some more.

Luna took a moment before she could speak.

"Are you hurt?" The Blood Beast asked quietly.

"It hurts." Luna managed but not wanting to elaborate. "But it's good. Please don't stop."

The Blood Beast jerked his fingers from her, and Luna almost cursed from the loss of feeling full in her tight quim, but fortunately, he was lowering his pants to free his cock.

Palm wet from her arousal, the Blood Beast gripped himself as his hips pistoled back and forth, hand moving up and down.

As she glanced down to watch his pleasure, Luna decided to lean up and nick his jugular, drawing only the slightest heavenly bead and rubbing whatever pleasure-chemical her vampire teeth had produced into his wound.

The Blood Beast stiffened and stilled.

A roar split his lips and echoed in her ears.

He shook on and on, seconds blending into minutes, minutes to a necessary eternity.

Luna gazed up at him, dazed by what had just happened.

The Blood Beast's eyes were pure amber fire and his breath sawed in and out, sweat still pouring from him.

He lifted his hand as she watched him bring his fingers to his mouth.

Their combined essence gleamed there.

He licked away every drop, completely uninhibited, and it was the most erotic thing she'd ever seen.