Retribution and Sins

Prologue

This is just a teaser for a project I'm working . It was based off a dream I had last night. I hope you like it.

Adam pulled Azrael by the arms inside his and Eve's apartment. Their new philosophical argument would have to wait. He was so driven by the sound of the pouring rain; and, his blood lust for her, that he was not aware that Eve was just upstairs. Still holding tightly to Azrael's sleeves, he whirled her around into the living room, until she tripped over her own feet, onto the patched couched. Adam fell on top of her crushing the wind from her.

"You can get off me now!" Azrael said in a commanding tone.

"That's what I intend to see if I can do." Adam stated seductively, but there was something sad in it.

"Look, you better, MOVE!" Azrael shouted, squirming, but her hips, were directly under his. This put her in a compromising position. A position she was not prepared for. She felt down her sides in her pockets for her stakes. Nothing. She reached behind her. Nothing. Adam sat up, grinding his hips and manhood into her with more authority. She moaned. He was satisfied with his level of control. He cocked his head to one side, smiled at her, and bared his fangs. His eyes showed pure animal, pure primal instinct. He could smell her. Smell her sex rising, smell the antiquity of her blood, smell her hunger for him, how could she stave herself from him, when she desired him so? How could she hold back from him, when she wanted him, as he wanted her? What was this he was feeling? Pure raw, animal, old, thrill of the hunt, thrill of the thrall....oh God.....

 With that, he grabbed Azrael, by the arms, straddling him on his lap. He opens her shirt, taking her bra off. He marvels at her voluptuousness. She springs to life, her fangs at the ready. But, not for the kill. A Crusader, a Slayer, yes, but not this time. He was her Slayer, her Conqueror. And, she was letting him.

"Yes. Adam...Yes..." Azrael began through fanged teeth. "Take me."

"I wasn't going to ask." Adam told her.

For the first time in months, he bit through her flesh, and felt her hot blood splash into his mouth, and down his throat. He did not rely on his flasks or bloodies. He had her. Her blood. Wine for his soul. Absolution. His Angel. He was burning as he drank more and more.

 He was being baptised, by the purest of all blood. Oh God. Beautiful Ecstasy. His eyes closed upon the last drop. Hearing her moans echo was the Hallujah chorus in his ears.

 She snuggled in close to his neck while he enjoyed his reverie. Licking his silken skin, she could smell the iron from the blood. It drove her wild. She tighten her gyrations with her hips to deeper rhythms, realizing that she was not only blood frenzied, but wet as well.

 Adam was turning her on! Something was happening here! Did he know it? "I hope not." she told herself. But, it was too late.

 He knew all too well. He saw in her eyes the pupils dilate, he felt the hardness of her nipples as he touched them first with his hands, then his lips, his tongue. She was now riding in his lap, his hardness growing, and pulsating. He needed her more than just absolution.

 But, what of Eve? He only experienced that need with Eve, never with another.

 Azrael despite her Crusader upbringing, did the unthinkable, in her frenzy, she touched her lips to Adam's, tasting the blood on his lips. It tasted divine. It was the Sin, Adam needed, and he deepened the kiss, touching Azrael's wetness with his fingers. She moaned as he laid her back. Never had he had this strong of a reaction for another, but she was his Angel. His catch. He unzipped his pants, and plunged his manhood deep within her, as she plunged her teeth deep within his neck.

 The rhythm of blood filling her mouth matched the rhythm of his seed filling her womb, as they laid in a state of thrall. The smell of spilled blood and spent sex filled the air. Eve flowed down the stairs, and down the corridor humming an uplifting tune, unaware of what just happened. In her mind, she and Adam had plans for an evening out. Going into the kitchen, she grabbed the latest flask, taking a drink, she yells into the air:

"ADAM! Get up! We don't want to be late!"

 She reaches the living room, and stares in shock, somehow in the back in her mind she knew Adam was fascinated with this woman. Now she knew. What has he done?