She made a low moan and rolled her head to accomodate him.She made a low moan and rolled her head to accomodate him. A thin line of blood trickled down her neck and fell in tiny droplets onto the satin sheet. He drank hungrily as the liquid flowed into him. But there was something wrong... DAMN! He tore away savagely and spat. "It cannot be," he said aloud. So few were found these days -- and yet here was such a one. Her body tossed again, and in her mind she begged him to complete the task. He stood, nude in the darkness, and shook his head. Such a loss, he thought; would he find another so desirous of the fate he'd held out to her? Still, he pondered, though she could not fulfill his prime need, he still had another, equally strong. He moved down on top of her and smoothly entered her. She gasped, her eyes opened wide, and she wrapped her legs around his. Her mouth formed into an O, but as her eyes met his, she made no sound. Her thoughts, however, cried out to him. Take me, my Lord! His silky fingers wrapped around her throat as he answered, You are already mine. He squeezed and felt the girl beneath him flail silently, her eyes begging for release. He thrust his massive shaft once, and she arched her back for him. Her hands went to his wrists, and pushed, not for less pressure but for more. She bucked her body again, but he would not respond. Instead, he moved closer to her face and stared directly into those eyes, full of terror and desire. His hands pressed even harder. For two full minutes, the girl fought both against and for his powerful grasp. Then suddenly she jerked still. He felt a liquid warmth drip from between her legs, and the girl slumped into the bed, her face still holding that ecstatic expression. Her heart beat twice, then stilled forever, as her final thoughts rang in his head. He pumped again into her lifeless body and stared deep into eyes that saw nothing. |