6 comments/ 19241 views/ 22 favorites Feeding the Emptiness Ch. 01 By: talkingguineapig I'm awoken hours before the sun sets by the sounds of combat just a short distance away, igniting my blood-lust. The screams of men, bones crunching, muscles tearing, hearts pumping as arteries are severed and blood soaks uselessly into the earth. I want to be a part of it, clawing at flesh, blood, sweet, thick and hot dripping down my chin as I drink my fill. But instead of gorging myself, I'm stuck with an all consuming hunger, waiting in this dank fucking cave until the sun drops below the horizon. The battle ended long before I could leave my temporary prison, finally emerging to find it had been snowing, the dead shrouded in a thick blanket made glittering by the moonlight. I don't linger long, I want a fresh meal, not this rotting and festering offal. The ravens have already arrived to pluck and prick at any exposed flesh, and If those carrion birds are here the wolves will soon follow, so I leave them to their feasting. Instead I follow a trail through the trees, my boots crunching quietly in the snow with each step as the winter flowers dust me with pollen and a faintly spiced perfume. I've always loved the snow, the landscape transformed and given an almost ethereal quality and starlight making the very ground glisten. The surviving soldiers had built an encampment a little way to the east, between a small copse of pines and the river, their bawdy revelry destroying the nights tranquility. I get lucky and find a suitable victim before I even have to enter the noisy camp. He's stumbling deeper into the wood towards me, looking I guess to relieve himself against some unfortunate tree. I've never liked feeding from drunks, they leave a bitter aftertaste and a cloudy head, but I haven't eaten in days so I cannot bring myself to care. At least he won't give up much of a fight and there is always the option go back later for something sweeter. My skin prickles in anticipation before I attack him with a supernatural speed, my mouth clamping instantly to his neck, fangs sinking deep into his skin for that first quenching gush of blood. Small drops raining red onto the virgin snow. It's not long before I drain the last of his lifeblood, letting the corpse drop heavily and unceremoniously to the ground. But the soft thud his body makes isn't enough to cover a startled gasp I hear from behind me. I turn to find a woman, wide eyed and trembling, peeking from behind a pine tree. She doesn't scream or cry out, just stands there, I suppose her shock at finding me keeping her ridged with fear, her blue eyes locked with my green. I don't know how long we could have stayed like that, if at that moment a wolf hadn't howled in the distance, rousing her to take flight. She doesn't get far before I reach her, grabbing her throat to push her form firmly against the nearest tree. Her pulse thumps wildly beneath my fingers, setting a different kind of hunger burning. "please don't kill me. " She stammers, and I just about contain the urge to roll my eyes, one of these nights it would be nice to hear an original plea for mercy. "I'm not going to kill you. " I tell her, surprised as she to find that I actually mean it. Now that I have her, I let myself study the woman's features. Deep red hair frames a pale, heart shaped face with delicate freckles sprinkled over soft cheekbones. My gaze moves downward to find a mole just below my thumb, marking her fluttering pulse point. I barely resist an intense pull to lean in and feel that steady rhythm against my lips. Looking further I notice another mole on the curve of her collarbone and yet another gracing the swell of her breast, gently rising and falling with each breath she takes. I lick my lips, wondering just how far this delicious trail leads. I close my eyes to try and calm my rising desire, but all it does it make me more aware of the blood pounding through her veins and her scent, an intoxicating mix of pine, sweet honey and cinnamon. "what's your name?" I ask, trying to distract myself. The question seemed to catch her off balance, her lips taking a few moment to form an answer before, in a breathy rush she says "Ava, my name's Ava. " "Ava" I repeat. Trying out the name on my tongue, and discovering I quite like the taste. "And what brings you out into the woods on such a bitter night?" She hesitates. An embarrassed blush colouring her cheeks. "I had a dream. " She mumbles. A smirk curves my lips "A dream? What kind of dream?" She doesn't answer my question. But instead I watch her as she steels herself, a challenge alighting her blue eyes as she says "come with me. " ****************** She leads me towards her home as a flurry of snowflakes begin to fall and my mind drifts into a fantasy. I imagine laying her down, her red hair splayed out on pristine white, my hands on that delicate skin, making her writhe and moan beneath me as her heat melts the snow surrounding us. . . I turn my head to the sky, letting out a frustrated huff. God, has it really been so long that I'm now reduced to these fanciful daydreams. All too soon we reach her house, breaking me from my reverie. It's a humble and weather beaten stone cottage, it looks as though it had fallen from the clifftop and wedged between two great pillars of rock. She enters, leaving me to wait on the threshold as she flits about the single room, lighting the many candles before she finally notices my situation. "Oh, I'm sorry. " She says with a kind smile I'm not used to being directed at me "Please come in. " It's a very small room, furnished modestly with just a single shabby chair, a standing mirror and an old dresser beside a (thankfully) double bed. She kneels before the hearth, placing a few more logs on the dwindling flames, the firelight flickers across her face, revealing the coppers and golds in her hair. She pushes a stray lock from her face as she stands and I can no longer hold myself back. Stepping purposefully across the room, I stop mere inches before her, asking a silent question. Her gaze falls to my lips, licking her own plump bottom one as she does, making it glisten invitingly, and it is all the answer I need. Threading my fingers through red tresses I close the remaining distance, swallowing her moan in a bruising kiss. Her hands finding purchase on my lower back, pulling me in impossibly closer as she deepens the kiss, tongue demanding entrance, hips and chest pressed against mine. I all but growl into her mouth at the extra contact. A couple of steps and I've pinned her to the wall, never stopping the wet hot frenzy of lips and tongues. My hands move to briefly cup her jaw, before gliding down to cup the soft curves of her breasts. She pulls away, breathless, and I shift to nip and suck along her jaw till I can finally place my lips on that skipping, throbbing pulsation at her neck. Fingers tangle in my hair, holding me in place, as I resist the urge to sink my teeth into that delicate flesh. "Not yet" I tell myself. I return to the liquid warmth of her mouth, kissing her with a primal urgency and subtle violence. In my impatience to see her, to feel every inch of that pale skin under my hands, my lips, my tongue, I swiftly rip the dress that keeps it from me. The fabric pools at her feet, her body gleams in the firelight. Radiant. If I had breath, she would have taken it from me. Her hands reach for the hem of my shirt, but I capture her wrists before they can accomplish their task. She leans back, a frown marring her features. "I want to see you. " She whispers, her breathe hot against my lips. I turn her so that we're both facing the mirror, chin resting against her shoulder, my arms wrap around her, holding her tight against me. Seeing herself exposed she loses all of her recent boldness and becomes bashful, eyes cast down at the floor, hands trying to cover her nakedness. I pull them away and lace her fingers with mine. "Look. " I tell her, and she meets my gaze in our reflection as I ghost kisses across a freckled shoulder. She tilts her head, allowing me better access, my lips move up her neck unable to help nipping lightly on that tender patch of skin just below her ear. I feel a shiver running through her body in response. "You're beautiful. " I purr into the shell of her ear. "I want you to watch yourself. Can you do that?" She doesn't answer, so I bite down firmly on her earlobe. "Yes!" She gasps. My hands smooth around the curve of her hips as I kiss and nibble on her neck. I move my left hand up to knead and caress her breast, feeling her nipple rise and harden in response. I let my right shift southwards to the slick heat found between her thighs. She gasps softly at the first touch, clutching at my forearm, forcing me harder against her, her fingers digging into my skin. Blue eyes flutter momentarily and when she looks back up there is no longer shame in her eyes, only lust and an intense need. With my hand on her chest I can feel her heart pounding under her rib-cage as my other works fast, pressing and stroking firmly at her clit, bringing her closer to climax. I see her pale skin become more heated and flushed with each brush of my fingers, the room filled with breathy moans and sharp gasps. I hold her eyes as I let my fangs extend, showing her clearly my intent. "Are you sure?" "Please. " She begs. No more waiting, I sink my teeth into soft flesh, where neck meets shoulder, intoxicated by that first taste of rich, exquisite blood. She cries out, a sound both of pleasure and pain, free hand coming up to grasp my neck, as her body rushes toward orgasm. She comes undone, head falling to my shoulder, hips jerking and thighs trembling, till she slumps, spent and exhausted against me. I hold her up as she catches her breath and I lap the slowing trickle of blood at her neck. Once I know the bleeding has stopped, I gather her in my arms and lay her down on the thick mattress. I curl my body around her, unable to stop touching as she turns with a lazy, sated smile and places a tender kiss on my still bloody lips. Feeding the Emptiness Ch. 02 After that lazy and gentle brush of lips, she falls into a quiet slumber. My initial concern that I had drank too much abated, by the soft smile gracing her lips and the arm around me that tightens occasionally as she dreams. But even as Ava sleeps I feel myself drawn to her, like the moon pulling the tide, I want to wash over her. I'm unable to stop my gaze from lingering, and my fingers from caressing; I want so much to taste her again, to feel her against my lips, my tongue, my teeth. But I refrain, thinking it would cross a line, some boundary of trust given to me as she lay in my arms. So I content myself with the light brush of fingertips against creamy flesh, committing to memory, every dip and curve, every freckle and mole, trying to capture the uniqueness of her. It's as my hand smooths over the lean muscle of her shoulder and down the sweep of her spine that I feel it. An abrasion. Rough and raised under my wandering fingertips. I quickly push myself up with my forearm to see it better. I find scars, cruel lines crisscrossing down half of her back, that in my earlier haste I'd neglected to notice. I feel all at once protective and possessive, as anger curls heavy in my belly and compassion fills my breast, that someone other than me has left their mark on her. I want to wrap her in my arms and hold her close, and simultaneously I wish to bare my claws for whoever caused these wounds, to rip their throats and tear theirs limbs. The sudden movement must have woken her, she stirs and stretches, as a sound akin to a purr rumbles from her chest. A lazy smile lifts her mouth before noticing my dark expression and frowning. Her hands come up to cup my cheeks tenderly, concern etched across her face. "What's wrong?" Her voice still rough from sleeping. "Who left these marks on you?" I ask, low and dangerous. She raises a hand distractedly, and starts to fidget with her hair. "When the people of my village discovered I was having visions they... They dragged me into the street and..." She looks away with a shaky sigh, biting her lip. Though her voice didn't tremble as she spoke, her blue eyes had begun filling with tears, like the spring frost melting. A few moments pass, with just the sounds of the fire crackling beneath the hearth filling the room. I find myself at a loss, I'm not used to trying soothe or relieve pain, being more adept at causing it, and I am unsure of how to console her. "Turn over." I say, breaking the silence. I try to keep my voice soft, but the anger I feel towards her abusers seeps through my clenched teeth. Her brows knit together in confusion, but she still moves to comply with my request and turns to lay on her stomach, her hands placed under head. I swiftly straddle her thighs and look down at her bared flesh, fighting the urge to leave my own marks, to claim her for myself. Instead I brace my hands beside her, leaning down to kiss the length of each and every scar, and when I'm finished I begin the trail of kisses anew. She turns her head to watch me and I suddenly have a deep, overwhelming urge to feel her everywhere, craving every inch of her skin on mine. So with frantic urgency I start to remove my suffocating clothing, lifting my shirt hurriedly and throwing it carelessly across the fire lit room. Seeing my desire she quickly moves to help, sitting up to unbuckle my belt as I hastily remove my boots so we can push off my trousers and underclothes. Finally I'm as naked as she, our heated,aching flesh coming together in a fierce intensity. Capturing her mouth with mine, tongues sliding and seeking, we sink back down into the sheets, a mess of tangled limbs, active with passion and need. Arousal pools hot in my belly as wetness flows from my center, her fingers dig with excruciating pleasure at my back, before scratching upwards to clutch desperately at my shoulders. I nudge open her knees and settle between her thighs, pressing down intimately. She breaks the kiss with a loud moan, back arching at the first intimate contact, wrapping her legs around my hips as I begin to rock against her in earnest. Breasts and bellies slick with concupiscent sweat, sliding together, her heart pounding at my chest, every thrust punctuated with panted gasps and the wooden clap of the bed against the wall. I can't remember the last time I felt this kind of need, something other than the constant hunger for blood. I cannot get enough of her, her warmth, her tenderness and this intangible something she's filling me up with. I drop my mouth to her throat, sucking hard and nibbling on that pale skin, feeling each moan vibrate against my lips, before soothing the reddening flesh with a swipe of my tongue. Changing position, I straddle her thigh, grinding down onto firm muscle as she thrusts up against mine, marking each other with arousal. My forehead rests against hers, breaths coming hot and fast as we move together with frenzied intensity. I force myself to slow my hips, not wanting it to end too soon, eliciting a frustrated whimper from the woman beneath me. I slip a hand between us, filling my palm with the warm, supple flesh of her breast before drifting my touch downward, brushing over the fluttering muscles of her abdomen, until reaching lower to find her wet and swollen, her evident desire coating my fingers. I raise my head, using my free hand to brush the hair from her face and look into those burning blue eyes, holding her gaze as I slide two fingers deep into the wet, pulsing heat of her. Her head falls, back arching off the bed as she wraps around me and we begin a steady rhythm of hips and fingers, rolling and thrusting towards a mutual climax. My thumb strokes and circles her clit while my fingers are pumping and curling against the soft, slick, rippling texture inside her. She's close. We both are. The hips beneath me are becoming more erratic as waves of exquisite pleasure pulse through me, her thigh giving me such perfect pressure against my clit. My mouth descends on hers for one last sloppy, uncoordinated kiss before we're both pulling away to scream out our orgasms, she comes throbbing violently around my fingers,flooding my palm in her release. I stay inside her, slowly bringing her down with gentle strokes as her body continues to clench and flutter around me. When her trembling ceases I withdraw my fingers, causing a soft whimper to escape from her lips. I lift them to my mouth, taking in that intoxicating scent before my tongue darts out to taste, moaning indecently at her ambrosial, salty sweetness. Before she has even had a chance to catch her breathe I settle once again between her thighs. Such beautiful and glorious thighs. I begin to kiss a slow, savoring path down her body, starting at the hard, demanding peaks of her nipples. I set my lips to one, pulling and sucking it into my mouth, tongue flicking and twirling over hardening flesh as I simultaneously roll and pinch the other between my fingers. Her hands come up to cup the back of my head and tangle in my hair, holding me to her with surprising strength. I clearly haven't been working hard enough I think. I could spend an eternity at her chest, luxuriating in every gasp and whimper elicited from her lips, but I have a much more succulent goal in mind. With one last sweep of my tongue and squeeze of my palm, I drift lower, leaving wet, open kisses as I go. She urges me down with a gentle pressure, until I'm resting comfortably between her thighs, still glistening with her previous release. I take a few moments to lick up the remaining moisture, moaning with each delicious taste and smiling when I discover the most delightful mole, nestled at the very apex of her thigh. My hands are on her knees, pushing them further apart as I start to kiss along her soft inner thigh. Looking up to find her watching me, a wolfish smirk curving my lips before finally pressing against delicious, dripping heat. Her breath hitches, bucking forward with need as I grasp at her hips, urging her to writhe against me, rolling and thrusting, hands tightening in my hair. With every movement she continues to moan, her rapid breathes echoing off the stone walls, making shivers run through my skin. My lips move against her, humming in pleasure as thick arousal pours from her and coats my tongue; I run the fullness of it over the entire length of her, hungrily licking over and over with increasing pressure, flicking her swollen clit with each pass. I thrust inside her greedily, tasting and devouring, moaning, my eyes rolling back with each heavenly taste, before moving up to capture that aching bundle of nerves. Thankful groans issue from the woman above me as I suckle harder, building her up to a crescendo until she's crying out and crashing over the edge, muscles trembling and pulling taut before collapsing exhausted onto the sheets. She pulls weakly at my hair, bringing me back up to her, our sweat soaked bodies sliding hotly together. She smiles contentedly before her mouth moves up to capture mine, hungrily tasting herself on my lips, swallowing each others satisfied moans. Gently nudging my shoulder, she silently urges me to lay back onto the mattress so she can wrap herself around me. Her head resting on my chest as her fingertips draw lazy patterns across my collar, leaving goosebumps rising in their wake. ***************************** As the sweat cools on our bare skin, bodies resting, aching and sated, I know I have to leave. My fingers have been running absentmindedly through her hair while she sleeps, postponing my inevitable departure. The sun is just a few short candle-marks from rising and I need to find a suitable place to rest for the day. Taking one last lingering look, I reluctantly slip from beneath her, covering her in blankets before I move to gather my things. "where are you going?" She asks, her voice rough and graveled from over use. I sigh. Of course it wouldn't be that easy. I turn to her, laid out enticingly on the bed, her hair still messy from our passion and her eyes holding mine imploringly. "I have to go." I tell her. "The sun will be up soon." She laughs then, bubbling warm and sweet from her chest. Her face illuminated by such an honest amusement. Seeing my confusion she simply raises her hand to gesture around her, and says. "No windows." And looking, I see it's true, there's not a single crack or crevice the sun's rays could slip through in the entire cottage. I look back at her as she utters one word. "Stay." End of part 2.