Euphoria Is Painful

viii. Care

Mikhail had ripped the wooden beam off the floor out of anger and broken off the bindings that had tied Lily up. His anger knew no bounds as everytime he heard Lily whimper, his throat would tighten and his hands would ache to strangle the disgusting wench that had caused this.

He wordlessly took Lily in his arms and teleported to his own room, laying her down on the spacious bed decorated with fabrics of all sorts.

"That fucking bitch....." He grit his teeth, wanting to go back there and rip her spine out but his little human's soft whimpers brought him back to reality.

Mikhail hesitated not one moment as he violently tore part of his arm off, ensuring that he bled well enough to make it easier for her to drink his blood.

She exhaled heavily, her eyes brimming with tears, her skin slick with perspiration.

Mikhail gently parted her lips before letting his blood flow into her mouth. Lily too unconsciously gulped his blood.

He let her rest, licking her tears away. As strange as if it may seem, it was an unconcious display of affection from his part.

He took her burnt fingers and gently out them in his mouth, his saliva healing them.

"Fuck, why is it so slow......" He groaned, angry that he pain was prolonged.

But when he averted his gaze to his lovely human, she had a faint, yet pretty smile on her face.

It took Mikhail longer than usual to deduce why he was feeling flustered. All of his blood was either in his cheeks or his ears.

'Should I lick her scalded thigh- What the fuck in wrong with you, Mikhail?!'

And one more place it seems.

His veiny hands stroked her hair, his mind lost in thought.

'How can a human be so.......'

All the memories he had of humans were related to how absolutely vile they were. Granted, not everyone was the same but the ones he had the misfortune of encountering sure as hell were.

He glanced at his arm, replaying the memories that the faint scar brought. But he soon snapped out of his flashbacks when he felt something leaning against him.

Her damaged skin was restored. The burns were gone. The gashes on her back had sealed up and her bruises were healing. She leaned against him, her feminine heat burning him unlike the Sun ever did.

Her eyes were closed as she leaned against the vampire she had begun to trust more than any other person. Her voice was null but she still seemed to be uttering a sweet 'Thank You' to him.

"I shall definitely make that bitch pay."

Lily shook her head. Mikhail looked at her puzzled but handed her a pen and a notebook to convey herself.

'That lady has a high standing in the palace. She might make the King hurt you! Please don't let that happen.'

Mikhail scolded himself for almost laughing. She still had no idea who the hell he was. Hell, she thought he was an officer ranking lower than some pompous human bitch.

'I can't let her know. Not yet.'

"Fine. But I don't think the King's gonna side with some human."

She looked at him with a glare which he found awfully adorable.

'No! You mustn't underestimate the influence that lady has. Please don't let yourself be involved in trouble.'

He nodded with a sigh, obliging to her wishes, making her beam delightfully.

He turned his face away so that the pretty girl wouldn't see how flushed his tan cheeks were.

'Fucking hell..... I am acting like a rutting animal......'

He had to admit, the little nymph made him feel sexual desire but he wasn't a man who would force a woman for his needs. He found that quite revolting. The screams of the women around him when he was a wee lad still rang in his ears.

But even if she showed any desire towards him as well, he doubted that the little nymph had any...... Practical knowledge of the subject. She was an avid reader so she definitely knew what it was but still. He couldn't even picture her ever thinking anything of the sort.

His face turned momentarily sour when thinking of the fact that the human would never actually be interested in him.

'But she likes kissing me, I think.....'

His face lit up a tad bit as he suddenly faced Lily who was tediously studying his ever changing expressions.

"Come here."

She obediently crawled closer to him, waiting for him to speak.

His heart started pumping vigorously upon seeing the innocent fairy listen to him so readily.

He slowly extended his hand to cup her face, watching for any signs of rejection which to his surprise, he found none. Her doe eyes simply looked at him expectantly.

It felt different this time. His heart felt..... Warmer. Everything felt weightless. She looked even more beautiful. He could hear their hearts with an increasingly dangerous clarity.

'Fuck...... Was she always like this......'

He never felt much when he kissed her before. Sure, he felt something but it wasn't something that would send him to his knees. But right now, he wanted to fall at her feet and take all her sorrows away.

He unconciously gulped when he brought his face closer to hers. Even though they had kissed a few times, she was always so unprepared. And he'll be damned if she looks at him innocently again.

'Dear God, she's doing it again....'

He pulled her into his arms and onto his lap, making her lean against his chest as he swallowed her lips.

'Why does every part of her taste sweet like her blood?'

Lily had a blush on her cheeks as she held onto Mikhail who never missed an opportunity to kiss her. And even though he did it every single time they met, she was still ever so unprepared yet welcoming of his advances.

Suddenly, she heard him groan. She stirred in his lap, trying to see if he was okay.

"Argh! Fuck......"

His groans made her move even more, trying to look at his face.

The innocent nymph had no idea what she was doing to him as she was grinding on his lap, sending all his blood to his cock.

He held her face in his grasp with a flushed face, panting.

"Darling, you're killing me. You know that?"

She was confused by his words. She moved again, trying to break free of his grasp on her face.

"Ngh!"

It was only then that she realised how suggestive the noises he made were. She gasped, not really understanding why he was suddenly feeling that way.

And even then, the little human couldn't stop moving.

"Fucking hell....... Stop moving. You're turning me into a mindless beast, sweetheart."

When she finally stopped moving, she noticed it. Something was poking her arse.

'What is that? Is it a weapon? Is he actually hurt and I'm just imagining things?'

She looked into his eyes with newfound determination. Determination to make sure that he would be alright.

And with zero hesitation, she grabbed the so called 'weapon'.