Chapter XVI
Cassandra
The rusty, metallic smell of his blood overwhelms my senses, curling into the back of my throat as I stare at the maroon stream dripping from his wrist. My stomach lurches dangerously as I watch the blood bubble from the wound, trickling down to his chest. To me, it’s a sign that Izcacus has vulnerabilities, that he isn’t as impenetrable as he seems. That he bleeds like the rest of us.
A softer voice echoes what is becoming a great fear. He can die like the rest of us.
Reaching out, I dip my fingertips into his blood. A mixture of lust and nervousness sends my head rushing, and the room tilts. Or maybe it’s me that’s swaying to the side. My hand grips his outstretched wrist for support, and I send a little prayer that I am strong enough to survive this.
As I bring his wrist to my mouth, Izcacus murmurs sweet praise.
I take a deep breath before I open wide, wrapping my lips around it.
The taste of his blood on my tongue is sweet like a cherry, yet there’s an underlying hint of bitterness.
I suck, feeling his blood glide down my throat, coating it, and luring me into taking more.
He is the sweetest thing, and I can feel myself floating as I venture higher and higher with each gulp of his blood.
It’s the strangest feeling, one of nothing and everything at the same time.
Moaning, I greedily drink in more of his blood, feeling it drip down my naked body where it misses my tongue.
All I can think about is him as his essence begins to entwine with my soul. There will be nothing to separate us now. We belong to each other.
“Izcacus,” I cry out as he reclaims his wrist, pouting. The longer he holds his it away from me, the more I’m ready to climb over him and pin him down to get it. It’s like he has crawled into my veins, and he’s now the only drug that I need.
“Shhh, my love. It’s okay.” He wipes away the tears that I didn’t know had been falling before kissing me softly and tenderly on my lips.
My head swims, and the room begins to move once more, swaying softly.
Everything inside me twirls like a ballerina in a music box, and the crypt begins to pulse vibrantly.
Tingles of euphoria erupt all over my body, bliss calming my mind, letting me float happily off into space.
My mind feels numb and I struggle to remember what I was doing.
But it doesn’t matter because I feel happy, and—
Izcacus is there, smearing blood all over my body and his cock. I look down, eyes widening at the cuts littering my body. I didn’t feel a thing, but now my skin drips red.
“You will bathe in the blood of your enemies, my savage love. You will be a beautiful nightmare.” His words echo inside of me, as if he’s there with me, in my mind.
I hold onto these affirmations as he lifts me, positioning me over his cock.
Even in this haze, I know what he’s about to do, and I whine in anticipation as I hold onto him. I’m ready. I want this.
As I feel the head of his cock tear through my entrance, I groan and cry out in one breath before Izcacus’s blood courses through my veins, numbing the pain.
“That is it, sweet angel. You’re doing so good.” His words encourage me to rock my hips as I feel myself splitting open, the pain returning with a vengeance. “Look how beautiful you are, taking me so well.”
A sob tears through my throat, and I can feel his hesitation under my skin, freezing his movements. “D-don’t stop,” I cry out, digging in my fingernails as hard as I can to make sure that he knows how much I want this, how much I want him.
He wraps his arms around my body before he sinks his teeth into my neck. I writhe in agony, shrieking, sinking deeper onto his cock as he sucks, drawing more blood from me. He fills me in every way.
The pain fades into something more rapturous and intoxicating. I moan as all my senses come alive, as the world brightens and glitters. His movement inside of me, every shift and twitch of the cock that impales me, is ecstasy.
My eyes glance down, and I gasp at the sight of my stomach bulging from the force of his cock pumping inside of me, each thrust causing my skin to protrude as if something is alive and desperate to escape. The bizarre sight only turns me on more, my head thick and dizzy with pleasure.
If I felt any pain, it has now disappeared entirely.
He continues to suck while pushing further into me, and I moan. My eyes roll back into my head as he finally sinks completely inside, filling me up. Every part of me is him.
I have never felt so whole before.
Izcacus lies back on the floor while my veins buzz with his venomous blood.
Arching my back, I begin to slowly and cautiously move my hips, whimpering at how good he feels, how each slight movement sends my body shuddering.
As the feeling begins to heighten, soaring to its climax, my hips move faster, and Izcacus’s groans fill the room, the sounds of our pleasure mixing.
Blackness begins to inch towards my vision, like smoke clouding a room, but I am too stuck in my pleasure to be aware of what it means.
Izcacus’s hands grip my hips as he starts to piston up into me at a vicious pace.
I scream in euphoria and fall toward him.
“Oh, oh!” I cry out, and his talons cut into my skin but I don’t feel pain, only the searing feeling of this divine ecstasy.
He grunts, and I cry out in time with his thrusts before I can’t take anything more, falling over the edge of pleasure with a scream.
Izcacus is there to catch me. His cock shudders violently inside of me, and I feel his cum squirt up into my stomach.
The last thing I remember before darkness takes me are his arms wrapping around my body and his voice in my ear.
“I have you, my love.”