SWNOVELS Chapter 29: Damien
Damien’s POV
She was terrified, and that played nicely to his inner sadist. She was exotic, and ever the connoisseur, he HAD to have a taste. And she was daring, a character flaw he couldn’t help but investigate. How many had stepped a foot willingly inside his domain before, let alone a curvy neko? Indeed a unique creature trembled before him offering a virginal neck.
He rolled his sleeves for no other reason than to drag out their engagement. This first visit he would be ever the gracious host. He slid eyes over her pretty features imagining her taste. Sweet like a neko no doubt, but what would the undertones be? With brown eyes, perhaps spicy like a lycan?
He openly licked his lips as those eyes followed him. They were good pleading eyes. She had called him sir a few times now and he would exploit that submission. He hadn’t missed the tattoo under her breast either and knew its meaning in the human world of depravity. Perhaps he could tempt her into a full feed next visit and test her ‘training’ after.
He slid to stand behind her, his senses reveling in her thundering heartbeat. “Before we begin, I will need you to do as I say, when I say it to avoid injury. A slight shift could tear open a vein, and our saliva heals pinpricks, not gashes little one.” He leaned his face around her to make side eye contact. “Is that understood?”
“Yes.”
He pushed. “Yes, what?”
She shifted in place and squinted eyes shut. “Yes.. sir?”
“Good little pet.” She visibly recoiled and tried to spin away, but he quickly snagged her shoulders with both hands to hold her still. “Indulge me, and I will not harm you Angel.” She stiffened but did not move otherwise. What lovely acceptance.
Releasing one shoulder, he scooped a handful of her hair and dragged it around to the opposite side to expose her neck. Brushing aside a few remaining strands he ran a black nail from her ear tip down to where her heartbeat pulsed wildly near her throat. “Here.” He pressed a nail to her jugular vein. “It will be as needles to start, but then the only pain will be if you move. Tilt.” He applied pressure to the side of her head so that she did. Her open neck was a stunning presentation.
He leaned and breathed her in deeply. He smelled her fear, and it made him salivate. He licked over the salty skin he’d soon puncture and whispered a reminder to them both. “Just a taste.” With both hands gripped to her shoulders again to firmly keep her still, he extended fangs and pressed them into her skin.
Blood pooled his tongue and he groaned against her as he swallowed. Incredible. He softly sucked once to draw more over his tastebuds, placing the flavour. She was like cinnamon heart candies, and nothing he’d ever savoured in blood before. He gently suckled again and squeezed her biceps as his hands slid down her arms, willing himself to stop. Any longer and his poison would reach her, but he couldn’t tear himself away.
He greedily drew another swallow, and then another. He moaned again as he drank her liquid gold with deep pulls. He was never going to share her, and certainly was in danger of draining her dry. She writhed under his hands and he pulled her back flush with his chest to drag nails across her stomach and ribs. She arched and sighed with lost composure. He slid a hand up over where her tattoo was and cupped her breast, her hand darting to hold his wrist in perceived encouragement. His other hand slid low, over a protruding hipbone, under the hem of her jeans, and beneath lace underwear. Her free hand gripped that forearm and pushed it lower. He obliged and pressed a long finger against the nub of her clit.
He was vaguely aware of her breathed “No, please.” Had he been an onlooker he would have marveled at her mental grip on restraint while her body acted of its own forced craving. But he was lost to the lifeblood flowing over his palate.
He squeezed, rubbed and sucked. An erotic display of his own unrestrained need. A moment later though he felt nails dig into his arms as her body swayed weakly and it was enough to jolt him back into the present. He retracted fangs quickly and licked her skin to seal closed the puncture. Panting softly he overlapped hands around her stomach to support almost her whole weight against him. “Whoops. That was far too much. You just taste too good.”
She squirmed feebly, her hands still holding tight to his arms. She softly whined. He nodded against her neck, licking the visible hole marks again. He had gone too deep and a mark may remain, which he not-so-secretly LOVED the idea of. He remembered the time of blood pets many years ago and nodded to himself. She would be his pet now, whenever he wanted.
There would be a lot of poison rushing her senses and combined with acute blood loss she was near passing out. “You will be weak with how much you lost little one. There is a bed next door and I will hear no fight from you until you are restored. Do not move now, do you understand?” She nodded with closed eyes and dropped heavy hands to her sides.
In less than 5 minutes he had called for the Blood Guards, had Angel carried out of the room for the next door, gave orders for no one to enter it except him, and called for Ariana to his office.
Always the obliging slut, Ariana kneeled in front of him at his command and he gripped fistfuls of black hair on both sides of her head. She undid the zipper on his white pants and he sprang free with pulsing stiffness. He ruthlessly fucked her skull fast, slamming a thick dick into her choked throat until his essence overflowed from the corners of her mouth. He waved her off dismissively and sunk into a chair.
That sweet pet’s blood was immediately addictive to him. He would take until he was satisfied. If she refused, he would test how strong her desire for a city united was.