Fire Ch. 12

Despite her struggles, she wasn't complaining either. Instead she gasped for breath and whispered dark promises between violent, eager kisses. Some were threats and some were...helpful suggestions for how the evening should proceed. Others were an intoxicating blend of the two. Regardless, the effects of her words were all the same, and he clenched his teeth in an effort to remain in control of the situation...a difficult proposition considering that with every hotly murmured word he came that much closer to seeing the tightly pulled cord of his own desire snap completely. Oh, he would fuck her, and thoroughly at that...but his way, and in his time...and she would beg...

Thea choked back another rough groan and fought the instinctual movements of her hips as they coddled and ground against his body, her traitorous body seemingly doing everything in its power to pull him closer and deeper even as she struggled to free herself. It was futile, that much was obvious. Still...if she gave in now...it would all end too soon. And the one thing she didn't want, was for this to end...not ever.

She lashed out, trying to catch his throat in her teeth and pull him back into their fierce struggle once more, but he was too strong and in the end she only found herself pinned that much harder to the post. He pressed in against her, shifting so that the slick head of his cock moved along the length of her slit, prizing her open as it passed and caught tortuously against her opening. She found herself betrayed once more as her hips bucked higher, shamelessly angling to let him slip more easily inside of her. She wanted him, wanted him inside her...desperately...but not yet...don't let it end...but oh, he felt so incredibly...

To her surprise, and pleasure, he pushed back. He thrust hard, burying himself fully and deeply inside of her, letting her feel all of it as he held her against the ridged post. His hips ground slowly, pressing deeper inside of her, forcing her deepest walls to stretch to accept him. She only ground back, digging her heels even harder into the backs of his legs, savoring the burning stretch, and gasping as her passage clenched tightly around him in sharp, sudden spasms. He withdrew just as quickly, pausing when only the broad head still lingered teasingly at the tight, aching entrance of her still pulsing cunt.

Somewhere through the red haze she heard him murmur something indistinct against her throat, something followed by a purring growl. She whimpered her own half-formed response as those long, sharp fangs slid along the length of her throat leaving hot, wet rivulets in their wake. Just enough to make her burn, but not enough to satisfy. She struggled again, her body throbbing around the thick cock inside of her as she desperately and futility attempted to press herself more fully along his length, to impale herself completely. Yet he resisted, using his superior strength to hold her while he teased and taunted her, sliding the hot head of his cock slowly along her dripping slit, letting it linger and pull at the entrance of her hungry sex, sliding just inside, only to pull away and begin again.

Her body was an inferno, blazing with furious energy. Jairus found himself fighting for control once more as it threatened to consume him utterly. Her body throbbed around him, pulling at his manhood as it clenched and pulsed as if defying his denial. But still he held firm, reveling in her palpable desire and savoring the faint taste of her blood as he lightly marked her throat...her collar...her shoulder. The scent and taste of her filled his head, making it spin dangerously.

"Beg me." He rasped out, his throat tight with need.

Her voice was no more than a harsh whisper, as raw with desire as his own. "...Go fuck yourself."

He didn't think it was possible to get any harder, but he did. He thrust hard up into her, using his grip on her hair as leverage. As he withdrew, he pulled from her a broken cry of denial.

"Beg."

"No." Even less vehement this time. He let a slow, malevolent smile spread across his face, a smile which widened as her own face registered her fear and hesitation even as her arousal continued to mount. And he knew it did. He could feel it, in his mind and around his body...he could smell it in the air around them...taste it...

He released her hair, and firmly cupped her chin instead. Another hard kiss. Not challenging, but urgent. She moaned into his mouth, flicking her tongue against the tips of his fangs. "Bite me." She husked against his lips, her lips twisting in a half smile, and causing him to chuckle despite himself.

Before he could respond, she pulled away, ripping her chin from his fingers and sinking her teeth roughly into his wrist. His control wavered for a moment, vibrating like a plucked string that had been pulled too tight, then snapped.

His response was unthinking and immediate, and he instinctively crushed into her, piercing her eager flesh with both his fangs and cock, groaning as he slid so easily into her, her body opening to him and drawing him into its heat. His snarl of exultation was lost in the hot pounding of their blood as it coursed between them in dizzying waves. He heard nothing else, and saw nothing but the red, enveloping darkness.

Yet, he could still taste and still feel. Soft flesh filled his hands as they continued to delve into her, pressing and pulling...spreading it wide as he drove into her very core, claiming and reclaiming her with every urgent thrust.

Thea cried out sharply and clung to him as he rammed her into the post with increasing intensity, her fingers digging into his shoulders, pulling and rending the material of his shirt, her mouth metallic with blood and fear.

He was done with teasing, done with their game. All that was left was a raw animal hunger. A hunger which overwhelmed her, singing out to the nameless nascent thing which coiled restlessly under her skin, twisting and straining as if to free itself, to reach out and touch the black flames which surrounded and devoured her.

In her mind she suddenly saw herself, her naked body pale against the black, crawling, face flushed and contorted with strange emotion...grasping at the flame as it lashed her...black fire.

And then it was gone. All of it...he'd pulled from her and released her, leaving her wavering on her feet.

She gasped and stumbled, alone and disoriented, her galvanized skin prickling from the cool air washing across it. And then there were hands, grasping and demanding, fingers like claws as they dug frantically into her flesh, pressing her down and forward...cold stone against her palms...scraping her knees...roughly caressing her breasts. Cold stone, searing hands.

The hungry thing writhed and arched into the violent caress, its curved back becoming her back... its eager, wriggling hips, her hips. She threw back her head and breathed deeply, shuddering as the lightening currents of sensation shot through her limbs, each pulse growing stronger with each pass of those demanding hands over her body, peaking as he gripped her ass, spreading it with one hand in order to roughly fondle and expose her slick cleft with the other.

She bucked and razed her lip with her teeth as he spread her with two firm, twisting fingers, whimpering as they withdrew, and grunting softly as they slammed back into her. She met each thrust, her own intense desire building to a fever pitch as her body demanded more.

She wanted to beg...she was ready to beg...but all she could manage was a hoarsely whispered "yes" as his fingers were ripped from her and quickly replaced with something far more satisfying.

The first thrust was hard and deep, finding the resistance of her deepest walls and sending hot shards of electric pain skittering up her spine and over her already tingling skin. The next was no less violent, but she arched her back and spread her legs wider in order to feel him that much deeper. She ground out a low, pained groan as he attempted to comply, his fingers digging claw-like into the rounds of her ass, spreading her wide as he slammed harshly into her.

She was close...so close, but was pulled unwillingly from the edge of that blessed oblivion by a strange sensation, one which tore her mind from the brink and further back into the moment. There was a firm pressure on the tight rosebud of her ass and it caused her to shift in surprise. She whimpered in alarm, but didn't pull away. She couldn't if she wanted to. She was still too desperate to keep him inside of her, to keep him fucking her...punishing her cunt with each brutal stroke.

She whimpered as the pressure increased, prying her open, filling and slowly stretching her tight hole. Her mind and body were torn, confused by the alien sensation of her virgin ass being painfully stretched even as his pistoning thrusts continued to push her towards release.

The strange eroticism of the act was compounded as he leaned over her, his hard, bare chest sliding over her back, and his cool breath against the shell of her ear. He groaned and slowed his thrusting, pausing to grind into her as he stretched her tiny star wider, sliding a second finger into her, finally forcing a cry of pain from her lips. His fingers moved, sliding from her, only to penetrate once more, matching the now slow hard rhythm of his hips.

He let out a growl against her neck, laving it with his tongue as he traced back up to nip the lobe of her ear. She squirmed beneath him, trapped both by his body and by the strange net of pleasure and pain in which he held her. She shuddered and bucked as he continued to open her to him, pushing her past anything she'd felt before. He chuckled darkly against her ear as if aware of her thoughts, and her cunt throbbed mercilessly in response.

"If only I could fill all your sweet holes." He purred, rotating his hips and fingers in concert as his free hand slid up to run a suggestive finger over her gasping lips. She groaned, her stomach twisting at the thought, and her lips closed instinctively over the fingers, toying with them and sucking hard even as the rest of her body clenched around its invaders, sending a spine bending pulse of lighting through her body.

It was Jairus's turn to groan as he felt her soft lips close around his fingers. The sensation pulled him part way from his trance, forcing him to see with slightly clearer, though still lust darkened eyes. He released her, listening with pleasure to her moan of loss as he pulled his fingers from her sweet, hot little body and gripped her hips instead, watching as his fingers imprinted themselves on her hips and ass, bruising and marking her.

He slid his cock from her body as well, only to plunge back into her, making her hips jump, making her cry out. Again and again he took her, his eyes fluttering closed as heated images of the first time he'd taken her like this flooded his mind's eye. The same finger shaped bruises...the same trembling limbs...the exquisite pale arch of her back.

His eyes shot open to find that same lithe body beneath his, pressing into him and matching his own relentless thrusts, wanting, begging to be claimed. Beautiful...so beautiful....his sweet, eager little goddess...

"Jairus!" Her body tightened around him as his name was torn from her throat. The feeling of her gripping him...his name on her tongue, screamed in ecstasy...he broke again with a snarl as his own climax was wrenched violently from him and he spilled himself inside of her in long powerful bursts. He doubled over, clutching her to him as she clenched around him and the explosive pulses wracked his spine, leaving him gasping for air.

Thea whimpered and gripped the arm wrapped around her waist, clinging to it as the tight growing knot finally burst, exploding a single white shock of back twisting sensation. She bucked and writhed as spasm after spasm rolled over her in one unendurable wave after another. Her cries were a mix of relief and fear as her seemed to fly apart, finally undone...unmade.

And yet she clung...and that steal arm still held her...held her as her legs gave out beneath her, as the stone cooled her, and as, piece by piece...she returned slowly to herself.

She could feel his hips still cradling hers, and his forehead resting lightly against her back just as hers rested against the cooling flagstones of the floor. She shifted her hips against his and he squeezed her tighter. It was impossible to say how long they stayed there locked in that embrace, exhausted and panting.

Thea breathed deeply after some time, and wet her dry lips. "The bed would be more comfortable," she offered softly, her voice sounding tight as it escaped her raw throat.

He let out a long breath of his own against her spine and slowly raised himself, pulling her up along with him. They said nothing else, but staggered to their feet and then to the bed. She collapsed first, her eyes already closed and her back to the room, but smiled weakly as she felt him shove her over in order to climb up behind. She wriggle halfheartedly out of his way and turned on her back to watch him as he stripped the remains of his ruined shirt and pants and tossed them over with her equally ruined dress.

He settled in on his back with a sigh, his hands resting beneath his head. She in turn curled to look at him, watching his face intently as he seemed to ignore her. For some reason, that didn't bother her in the least and she was happy to simply lay there and study him.

Everything felt different, stiller...calmer. The air hung heavily around them, like a blanket, shutting out the sights and sounds of the world outside. It was as if nothing else existed beyond that room...beyond them. His face was smooth and unreadable, but somehow less hard than she remembered.

For a moment she tried to decide what had just happened, and what would happen...but it was impossible. Thought was impossible. There was just a soft haze of nothingness, numb and silent. The wold was silent...the nagging voices were silent, and she...she was content to let it remain so. Later...she would think later. For now she would simply be. She smiled faintly again. That, at least, would be a sentiment he could agree with.

It was a long time before either of them moved or spoke, they just lay there, him watching the ceiling, and she watching him.

"I liked that dress." She offered softly.

"I liked that shirt." She smiled and he turned his head to meet her eye, his expression relaxed, but still serious. "Feeling better?"

She licked her lips again and shrugged. "In a way...I suppose." He frowned and her lip twitched slightly. "Perhaps once more, for good measure?"

"Hm. I see." He looked back up at the ceiling, frowning, seemingly deep in thought. She was about to speak again when he rolled toward her, pressing her onto her back and sliding to cover her body with his, causing her to tense and blink up at him in confusion. Both her tension and confusion melted quickly enough as his mouth came down over hers...though softly this time, merely brushing his lips against hers with a gentle, teasing pressure.

She twisted under him, not to escape, but to let him slide more easily between her legs as she drew them up over his own, her limbs snaking around him, pulling him closer.

"Only once more?" He murmured quietly against her lips. She suppressed another smile and held him tighter nipping his bottom lip.

"I'll let you know."

**

Her breath came in long, slow pulls and she savored the feel of the cool night air as it washed past her parted lips and over her tongue with each long inhalation. Her vision was still blurred and starry from exertion, but her mind was sharper and clearer now that that numbing haze had finally passed, letting her thoughts finally, if gradually, return.

She tuned her eyes lazily toward the uncovered window and back toward the world outside. Beyond the grey of the walls the deep, velvety blackness of the night seemed to shine with a dark brilliance. She smiled at that thought. 'Dark light'...such a strange contradiction...and yet it was precisely what she saw with her new vision, and what she felt. It called to her, pulled at some place buried deep in her flesh, in her heart...made her yearn for...who could say what. But then, she'd known dark fire before, and seen how it glowed and burned, black and bright at once. That fire had called to her. She felt it even then, as strong and insistent as the bright stars flickering in the distant sky, and promising much more than any empty winter's night could ever hope to.

Her eyes turned toward the flame which drew her, toward the source of the heat which still licked up through her sore and sated limbs even as they lay heavy and weak, bare upon the twisted blankets. She could only find strength enough to slide one hand up to cradle the head which lay so still upon her breast.

His hair slid smoothly between her fingers as she ran the tips in a long caress over the back of his skull. His eyes were closed and the fire that she knew burned in them was hidden from her. Hidden, at least, from her eyes...she felt it keenly in every other part of her, and in the tremors which still slid through her in the soft afterglow.

She turned her eyes back to the ceiling and smiled wistfully, amazed at how they'd gone from trying to bury their teeth in each others throats to this sated stillness. Amazed...but, strangely, not confused. Nothing, it seemed to her, had been particularly wrong or strange about it...it just was. The near violence and this lazy calmness both seemed right. Her fingers tightened ever so slightly in his hair and she sighed. He shifted in response.

His body lay heavily between her thighs, his chest pinning her stomach and hips to the bed with its familiar weight, one hand gripping her hip, while the other loosely cupped her limp wrist. She thought, for a moment, he might be asleep until the hand on her hip slid up to curve around her waist and under the small of her back. He let out his own sigh, and tilted his head so that it lay nearer to her shoulder allowing her to tip her chin so that she might brush his forehead lightly with her lips. She wrapped herself about him, sliding her calf against one of his muscular thighs before hooking her ankle to capture it.

Her eyes caressed the lines of his shoulders and back in silence as his free hand slipped down to run over the thigh that had wrapped itself so possessively around him.

"You know that you can't make me go with you." She whispered.

He sighed again, but kept his eyes closed. She continued to draw her fingers through his hair until he slowly shifted and rose over her. She closed her eyes and groaned as he settled his hips back into the cradle of her own. When she opened them again her searching eyes were finally captured by the exquisite black flame which had so thoroughly lapped at her flesh and filled her veins that she thought it could no longer have any effect on her. She was so wrong. Even now, after everything, she found it suddenly hard to breathe.

He held himself over her on one elbow and brought a hand to her throat, wrapping his fingers lightly around it. His touch was unhurried and gentle, but she could feel the firm pressure of his palm as she swallowed reflexively. His eyes were dark and tumultuous, and though she tried, she couldn't quite cipher them.

She had always known he was dangerous... powerful, capable of things she tried not to think about...yet it wasn't until she'd felt that same strength coursing through her own body that she'd truly known the full extent of it. How easy it would be, even with her enhanced body, for him to close tight that fist and crush her wind pipe, or twist it and snap her neck.

The blood she'd taken from him pumped hard through her until her ears rang with its throbbing tattoo.