Like Blood for Coffee Pt. 05: Conclusion

He kissed her face again, her forehead, her eyelids. She broke off from his wrist, gasping. He covered her open mouth with his, tasting the tang of his own blood on her tongue.

He felt her strength returning, her back straightening, her legs steadying. He leaned back to pull off the dark coat she wore, stripping it off to reveal a simple cotton t-shirt beneath, stretched tight over her unbound breasts, the dark circles crowning the mounds visible through the weave of the fabric.

He saw marks on her arms, her wrists. Red, angry lines criss-crossing her skin, dotted by deep punctures crusted with dried blood. He gingerly touched her, checking the wounds.

"It's nothing," she said, reading his distress. "Nothing a night in a coffin won't cure."

"Were you tied up somewhere?" he asked. "Did they torture you?"

"Not exactly. My husband and I..." Noth blushed. "Well, I liked it at first, but... He could have killed me."

She was shaking again. Eiri grabbed hold of her, feeling himself start to flash back to the trauma of the last few days. The terror of the elves with their probing questions, their stinging touches. Was it his fault? Had he angered her husband so badly that he beat her in a rage, turning her desires against her?

I didn't give you up, he thought at her, replaying in his mind everything he'd told the elves so that she could see it all. Never had he said a word about her secret pleasures, the vulnerability her passions inflicted on her. He kissed her head, fiercely protective.

"I know," she said, her mouth moving against the hollow of his throat. "I know you didn't."

"It's over now," he said aloud to her, and to himself.

"Damn right," Noth said, wiping her tears away with the back of her hand, taking command of herself again. "You know what they did when they started using semen instead of blood on Fulbright? They made a fertility drug! With vampirism as a side effect. At this point, we've got two dead employees - so it's really more an actual effect. Dangerous, addictive... And it's not in scope. The IDA is going to bury them when this gets out!"

He chuckled, listening to her rant. It amused him that she would think of work at time like this. But, he supposed she didn't get to be the Director of Product by without paying attention to details.

"It's good to hear you laugh - I'm glad that you're alright," she said. Noth cupped his face between her hands and looked up into his eyes. "You don't have to go back there. I can get you a job somewhere else, have your visa transferred. It might not be Hadrian's America, but you could go to Elenstris, Bramur, or even Canada..."

He stopped her with a kiss. An urgent, commanding kiss. He did not want to think about the elves. About visas. About work. His beloved slave was here in his arms again at last, and all he could think of was stripping her naked. Kissing the places where another man had hurt her.

She felt his intent, through his demanding lips, through the rising hardness pressed to her stomach. She moaned a little under his mouth, twisting.

"Eiri," she pleaded, when he let her go with his lips.

"You can say it," he urged. He pushed the hair back from her face. "Tell me what you want."

"I... I want you," she confessed. "I want you. Please, please... Take me upstairs."

He reached down and lifted her. She wrapped her legs around his hips, the high-waisted silk pantaloons she wore sliding over his skin as she pushed up his tunic with her thighs. His hands against her back, holding her steady, he climbed the stairs to the loft, relieved to find the mattress still on the floor where he'd slept after his last night out with Christy.

He laid her down on it, kneeling beside her. And reached to help her strip off the too-small shirt, the too-long pants clearly borrowed from someone taller and slimmer. Her perfect hourglass body emerged, the naked white skin blooming in the dark like the flower for which she was named.

With anguish, he noted more marks on her chest, her tender breasts raw and scraped. The furious red circle of a bite mark on her thigh. He kissed each place of pain he saw. Her reddened nipples. The chafed arms. Over the ligature marks on her knees, and that terrible bite high up on her thigh, the puckering cicatrix hot under his lips.

She squirmed under his ministrations, gasping as his soft lips brushed against the sensitive places. She turned her on her side, curling away from him, overwhelmed by sensation, skin breaking out in goosebumps.

He saw the lines up and down her back, the dull red stripes across her buttocks. He kissed each one, running his tongue over the raised welts. A few yielded the sharp taste of blood, the wounds reopening from the strain she put on herself while rescuing him.

She shivered, but she was not cold, now. The heat built in her skin as he kissed away her pain. She arched her back, thrusting her ass backward toward him as he kissed his way across it, licking the lines across each cheek. He slid a hand up her thigh and felt her juices already starting to run from her sex over the valley where her legs joined.

Slipping a finger into the shadowy place, he felt her clench around the tip of it - her breathing going ragged. He stopped kissing her body to tend to her mind, worried he tormented her beyond what she was ready for.

"Is this alright?" he asked, shifting his head closer to hers, to look at her expression. Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut, the pulse at her throat jumping. "I'm not going to hurt you. Not unless it pleases you. Only if it pleases you."

She exhaled, releasing the breath he knew she'd been holding. Opening her eyes again, she turned to look at him. He felt her magnetic pull, her need for his mouth against hers. Tasting her own blood on his lips, now.

"Eiri," she said against his mouth. "Put it in me. Put your arms around me. Fuck me so hard, I forget everything but you."

He kissed her, and obeyed.

Returned his hand to her sex, snaking over her thigh to reach from the front, plunging his middle finger deep into her while using his others to part her lips there. He thrust a few times, spreading her moisture all around outside the hole. She groaned, turning onto her stomach to pin his arm underneath her, throwing her hips against his hand.

He sat up behind her, reaching for his leggings with his free hand. Not even bothering to unlace all the way before grabbing the lengthening shaft of his cock to pull it from the clinging prison. Freed, he swung his leg over her squirming hips and lowered himself to her, careful not to press against too many of the vicious red welts as he pressed against her, aimed the tip of his cock toward her weeping sex, his fingers beneath her teasing her tight little bud slipping down from its secret place.

Three short, furious thrusts punctuated by her needy gasps and he was inside her. He felt the wet lips clasping him on either side. He stopped for a moment, holding back, feeling her tremble and clench around him, her cheeks flexing as if to grasp him. Feeling her clit, hanging down with excitement, throb under his fingertips.

"Fuck me," she begged, her muffled by the mattress she pressed her face to while she lifted her ass to him. "Fuck me, Master, please..."

Eiri took his hand away from her, sticky and wet with her need. He braced both of his hands on either side of her head and rocked his hips, slowly at first. She cried out after each thrust, her ass pressing backward to meet him, her head tilted back to free her mouth. He went faster, flexing his glutes, tensing his thighs to push himself harder while lying flat atop her, the friction growing.

On instinct, he grabbed her hair with one hand to pull while he rode her. This time, in his own body, he cried her name and knew that she heard him. Delighted in the sight of her face, turning to look over her shoulder at him, flushed and amazed, eyes sparkling with desire. He stopped for a moment, captivated by the sight of her open mouth. He slid the sticky fingers of his other hand into it and she sucked the taste of herself off of him, moaning.

She got her hands and knees under her, lifting herself up beneath him. He rose to meet her, letting go of her hair and grabbing her hip bones to pull her back against him, putting his knees behind her spread thighs.

He heard himself talking, hardly aware of what was coming out of his mouth. Speaking instinctively - master to slave: "Come on. Harder. Harder, you needy fucking slut. There. Like that... Keep going..."

He stoked her, urging her on. Little cries of pleasure wrung from her throat as she struggled to obey, exhausted and desperate.

"Fuck," she cried as the crescendo of her orgasm seized her. "Master...! I'm going to cum...!"

"I give you permission," he said, digging his fingers into her, yanking her against him harder. He felt her clench and spasm, throwing herself back onto his dick with vigor.

She screamed in time to his thrusts, cumming, convulsing. And collapsed, panting, quivering all over.

He was still unspent, his cock nestled inside her exquisite cunt. Loathe to be parted from it ever again. Keeping himself positioned inside her sex, he turned her body, slowly lifting and spreading her legs to ease her onto her side, bending his knees up to position himself higher up between the trembling thighs.

From there, arms wrapped around the leg thrown over his shoulder while her other was trapped beneath him, he resumed. Driving his cock into her with a force he didn't know he had after days under the effects of the elven drugs.

He felt the edge of his orgasm like the blade of a forming wave sweeping up from the depths of his balls where they brushed against the soft skin of the thigh beneath them. He pounded into her while she lay shaking and dazed underneath him, taking the full length of him in every thrust.

The wave broke over him, clouding his mind. He felt her clench at him one last time as his load splashed into her, his sac high and tight against his body. And then he was falling, fainting.

He came to only a moment later, stretched out beside her on the bare mattress, sticky and spent, her hand cupping against his cheek. Safe in each other.

...

"Where do you want to go?" she asked. "Pretend that you could go anywhere, do anything. What would it be?"

Eiri traced his fingers over her, watching the rise and fall of her breasts under her fingers. The skin was smooth and perfect again. Restored to its luminescent beauty, just as she said, after a good night's sleep in her hidden coffin.

"I don't know. I wanted to come here, originally," he said. "Not just for the job - but for the trees, the forests. We have nothing like that where I'm from."

Her eyes were on him, drinking him in. He felt the flesh under his fingertips pucker with goosebumps, the pink circle of her nipple rising, bulging. He circled it, meeting that unfathomable gaze. Drowning in it.

"You've seen a lot of old movies and books, haven't you?" she smiled, reading his inarticulate thoughts. "Pictures of cowboys and ballrooms. Ideas of a black and white city in the rain... Old, old music that even my father never listened to when he was human!"

She laughed and he felt it through her chest under his hand. He pressed his palm down over her hardening nipple, cupping the tender swath of skin beneath it. Watching the little creases form near her arm as he lifted the voluptuous curve higher.

"I grew up near a theater arcade," he said. "We never went into any of the shows, but my mother would let me stare at the teasers for hours while she went out. I remember they had a whole series about America, once. Pre-Collapse and post."

"You should call your mother, if you're worried," Noth said. "You can use my phone, but we should probably get you an unregistered one."

Eiri smiled, grateful. But in no rush. He had the sense of time holding still while they moved, encapsulated by their lust. It might have been a day or two, or six. It felt like one unending, seamless encounter.

He slid his hand down, over the creamy skin, down to the dark V of her sex. He cupped it, feeling the hairs tickle his palm, his longest finger pressing against the moist divide where he'd delved into her half a hundred times already. She inhaled, her erect nipples rising - pointing straight up, engorged.

This is the only place I want to go, he thought. His last cogent one before his finger was probing her, sliding through the honeyed orifice to find her still dripping him.

He was sore, a deep, delicious ache in his groin. But his cock stirred at the feel of his cum coating her. Filled as she gasped when he shoved two of his fingers together up inside her. He held his hand there, watching her squirm.

"Look at that," he said. "You swallowed them right up..."

"Eiri," she said, mouth parting, her breath rolling over her pink, wet lips. "I don't know if I can... cum again..."

He swirled his fingers around, feeling the slick heat inside her. Finding that delicate spot where the skin rippled. He circled it, searching.

She gasped. Clenched him hard enough to drive his knuckles together.

"I think you can," he said. "If I command you to."

The ache in his groin subsided with his blood throbbing back into his sex. He shifted, pressing his dick down into the mattress while it expanded, feeling the shaft press up against his belly.

He cupped her quivering thigh with his free hand, pushing it aside, parting her. He added a third finger to her gaping hole.

She moaned, arching her back as he slipped up inside her. Thrusting his fingers as he would his cock. She was reaching for his wrist - to make a show of stopping his advance. But she held onto his hand while it worked into her, increasing his rhythm to match the pace of her gasping.

Her face twisted, something between pain and pleasure mounting behind it.

"I can't," she whimpered. "I can't..."

She resisted. In voice only. Her opposite leg sliding aside, stretching herself to take more of his hand into her. He buried it there up to the base of his fingers, feeling her excitement drip down over his palm, pooling there.

He jerked his hand inside her faster, frantically rubbing her, the uppermost crease where his fingers met his palm chafing against the folded hood over her clit. She shrank back, tensing her thigh under his restraining hand, even has she held onto his opposite wrist. Applying just the slightest bit of pressuring, guiding him into her at just the right angle.

She gasped. Spasmed. Shuddering around his fingers.

Now his cock was furiously hard, throbbing and quivering against the mattress. He pulled his hand out of her with a wet clicking sound. Replaced it with his hot, swollen head, circling around a moment before reaming her gaping cunt in one long thrust. She screamed, throwing her hands against his chest, her fingers digging into his skin.

She was shuddering under him, rocking under his assault. Pleading with him. "No, no, no... I c-can't cum again...! Ah!"

"Do it," he ordered her. "I want you to. I want you to cum."

"Please," she begged. "I can't..."

Yes, you can, he thought, fiercely fucking her in the same frantic rhythm of his hand. His cock burning inside her, the friction coating him from tip to base. The juices from them flowing down over his hair, dripping from his balls.

"M-master..." she whimpered, exhausted. The waves from her last orgasm breaking, rolling back. "Please..."

"Not yet," he whispered, leaning close to her ear. "You're so wet and slippery... I can't leave you like this..."

She opened her eyes and found his, so close to her face. She put an image in his mind of what she wanted. He felt her tighten around him again, shame quivering deep inside her.

"Ah, ah," he scolded. "Say it. Say you want me to fuck you in the ass."

She fought him, biting her lip. He retaliated, suddenly increasing the cadence of his thrusts to that frantic, furious pace again. Her moan, high and desperate, escaped from behind her lips, clenched between her teeth. And she cried out - screaming, "Please! Please put it in my ass...!"

On the verge of cumming himself, Eiri ripped his dick out of her, squeezing his abs, his glutes, trying to hold back long enough to reach under her hip and flip her onto her stomach. She was already reaching for herself, grasping her fat, fleshy cheeks to part them - exposing the little pink aperture, coated in a thick sheen of cum shining like the glaze on a bun.

He took a moment to admire it, mesmerized by the sugary little asshole flexing under his gaze. He positioned the swollen head of his cock against it, watching it expand and contract in anticipation.

"D-don't look at it..." she grunted, facedown on the bed. Hiding her burning red face from him.

With more restraint than he knew he had, he held back. Taking the time to work a finger into her. Her ass rocking and quivering as he nudged it in to the first knuckle. The second.

"Oh God!" she cried. "Just do it! Fuck my tight little ass, Master, please...!"

Groaning, he pulled back his hand and eased the tip of himself past her stretched anus. Slipping right through the cum, hitching a little as her skin clung to his shaft, pushing into her.

She buried her face in the mattress and screamed, her butt wiggling under him as he buried himself deep inside it. He felt the cheeks pressing against his belly and knew he wasn't going to last long. Rather than waste it with pointless thrusting, he reached under her hips with both hands, searching for her sex. Stroking her.

Tormented by his fingers, she rocked backward - forcing herself onto his cock. Her knees and thighs pressed into the mattress, threatening to flex, to lift him up with her raw strength and throw him off.

But he was right - she wanted it. He kept fingering, rubbing the side of his index finger against her wet, slippery chasm. Feeling her ass clench and flex around his cock trapped in its tight confines. Eventually, she found a rhythm. Her knees spread, flattening more of her sex against his trapped hand still flailing at her tender flesh. His cock in her ass twitching.

He barely made it before she did, spending deep into her as she let out a long, low moan. He felt the ring of her asshole spasm around the base of his shaft - once, twice, four times before it faded, softened.

He slipped out of her, rocking back on his heels to admire her, legs splayed over the dark patch of her cum soaking into the sheets between them. She turned her head and he saw the bright red apple of her cheek just peeking over the ivory shoulder.

On impulse, he smacked a hand down on her ass, hard enough to leave a red handprint. She cried out.

"That's for saying you couldn't cum," he scolded her. "Don't lie to me!"

"Yes... Master," she said, voice thick and heavy with langor.

...

She waited a day. Then she asked again, "Where do you want to go?"

Eiri resisted answering. He tried to change the subject, distracting her with caresses. He tried to push her back on the bed, still stained and sweaty from their frantic coupling. But Noth caught him by the shoulders, stopping him this time.

"Talk to me." She pushed his hair back from his face, seeing the struggle behind his eyes. Because he would not speak his thoughts, she did: "You're afraid. You haven't even thought about what happened to you, to your friends. Once you decide to leave here, even if it's to go somewhere safer, it means you have to admit to yourself how much danger you were in."

He blinked back tears. Reached for her hand and encircled her little wrist with his fingers. Taking her hand away from his head.

"Eiri," she said. "I don't want to rush you. What happened at work was monstrous. What you went through, a total violation of the natural order you believe in. It takes time to work through that. Trust me, I know."