Carnal Pleasures. || Master Aaron and Melanie.
melanie-clovis:
“On hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?” “Will he offer me his mouth?” “Yes.” “Will he offer me his teeth?” “Yes.” “Will he offer me his jaws?” “Yes.” “Will he offer me his hunger?” “Yes.” “Again, will he offer me his hunger? “YES!” “And will he starve without me?” “YES!” “And does he love me?” “Yes.” “Yes…” “On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?” “Yes.” “I bet you say that to all the boys!”
Heat. Surprising, violent, gushing heat. Heat that swept through blueish veins. Veins that spidered throughout pliable, breakable flesh. Flesh that was marred by two minuscule, fading punctures surrounded by a sea of dark blues and deep purples. The bruising was embarrassing. A signal of the carnal and astonishing pleasure Melanie had so willingly given herself over to. Offered her throat to the beast.
The pain was not excruciating. Quick. Practiced. The fangs that sank deep into unblemished flesh stirred something far more agonizing. Too urgent, for the blonde’s liking. A throbbing. The first act following a preview, a taste. The curtain rose and the show began between two pale, curving, alabaster thighs.
Hours after the sweet suckling of blood-stained lips ceased, the show went on. Melanie lay still. Flat on the large downy mattress provided by a devilishly kind Master. Movement was restricted as much as possible. The gentle brush of the silky comforter was enough to further ignite scorching flesh. The ardent throb between still limbs refused to cease. The willing body and the hateful mind were at an impasse.
It was his fault. The beast that forced such delicious torture on that swiftly weakening form. Twice now, the vampire manipulated the young body of Melanie Clovis with tender, icy kisses that left her unwillingly craving more. Much more.
“Fuck.”
The poor blonde whimpered, the memories provoking quite a desperate throb below. Light, curious fingers traced along the nearly pristine flesh below a navel, marked by a small freckle. They were slipping. Moving into completely uncharted territory beneath a thick layer of denim. Then cotton. Pressing against skin. Needy, hungry skin. Clumsy digits quickly found the slick flesh, lips parted in slight wonder at the touch…and a moan was swift and crafty enough to escape.
“Mmm…”
The lit fireplace casted shadows on the dimly lit room. Bathing the place in a soft orange glow as the vampire sat on the piano bench. Eyes fixed on the sheet of paper that was on the music rack. Pale fingers running lightly over the ivory and ebony keys, smooth underneath his touch. His mind far away from the musical instrument that yearned to be played, to be used and create melodies with. And usually Aaron would love to indulge and do just that, but at the moment his every thought was consumed by her. By his pet.
After that precious moment where she had allowed him to feed from her, where he had lost himself in her heady scent, in the hunger that had rose within him, in the pulsating energy that throbbed in his core as he had tasted her blood. Her body melting against his, thin, delicate fingers had threaded through his hair, pulling him closer to the neck she had so willingly offered him. He had not been able to think of much else but her.
The sweet breathless moans as he consumed her essence still resonated in his ears, and were a far more beautiful melody than he could ever dare to create with his piano. The way in which she had called out his name, dulcet voice laced with wonder and need. That need she had claimed to never had felt before, he had tasted her in her blood. It began as a faint trace, but with each mouth-full of her blood that sluiced down his throat it increased. Growing from a flicker to a burning flame, he had tasted it. That intoxicating and exquisite flavor of her desire.
Aaron had wanted nothing more but to continue drinking, inflame that passion until she begged him to take her. To make her utterly and completely his, like he longed to. Yet the weakening heart-beat and shallow breathes that escaped rosebud lips had prevented him from doing so. He didn’t want to push too far, she was not used to any of it. So instead he had given those succulent lips a kiss, lifted her debilitated body into his arms and carried her to her bedroom. Where he had laid her on the bed, and left her to rest. Not before leaving some sustenance for her, to help her body in the blood regeneration.
That had been hours ago, which he had spent trying to exhaust the unbridled energy that drinking from him had given him. A run through the woods, a visit to town. He had tried reading a book, yet as his fingers trailed lightly over the leather cover he realized he didn’t have the mind for it. Much like playing the piano. There was only one thing in his mind, the face of the human girl who had manage to ensnare his unbeating heart and conscious thought. And who was sleeping up stairs.Or had been because there was some rustling, before the sound of music was heard.
A smile graced his lips, which from his earlier feeding were scarlet. She had awaken, and he felt anxious to go see her. Yet he restrained himself to rush up the flight of stairs and go to her room. No instead he rose from the bench and calmly, with human speed, he made the trek. Stopping before her door as a whimper reached his ears. For a split second making worry and fear course through him.
As he heard her heart pounding, breathing that was far too labored to be normal, and wet, slick sounds followed by a small moan. It made the worry vanish. Draining from his body, as in it’s stead an all-consuming lust swelled. He knew those sounds, and the scent that filled his nostrils was unmistakable. It appeared Melanie had found the experience far more pleasurable than he had anticipated.
He should’ve walked away, given her the privacy she so clearly desired when she turned on the music. He should not intrude in this moment, yet for all his manners and gentlemanliness he was still a vampire. A creature driven by dark impulses. One who wanted nothing more but to go in and witness what he already knew was happening. And so he did. With that stealth his kind possessed, Aaron stepped into her room. A low growl of desire rumbling up his throat as another gasping moan escaped her mouth.
