Tea Time.

Sex. ; Chapter Six.

It's short.. and..

This is like.. all sex. LOL. If you’re not comfortable with it, don’t read it.

The blood in the kill will be the next chapter, which I’ll start writing tomorrow.

I’mma try to update more! Promise. (:

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“Come on in, darling...” I showed him my pearls, shaking my head, letting my curls ruffle in my laughter.

                The sex was near good enough that I wanted to trap the boy and leave him as my pet. But, I was not as inclined to as I remembered the excitement that could be found in Miss Victorie’s eyes, and her voice when she knew there was a new one. I simply could not deny her the pleasure in the killing of the boy.

                “There are fingernail marks dug into your headboard,” the boy told me with a smile on his lips, laughter in his bright eyes. “How rough do you get?” he finally roared with held in laughter.

                “Do you wish to see?” I purred out my question, seductively, whilst hoping on top of him. He was quite the adorable boy. With sleek midnight black hair and piercing happy blue eyes. He looked a picture of innocence, but it was all just camouflage. I knew the real boy, which hid deep inside his black heart. I knew how he impregnated a young girl. I know how he left her, her baby fatherless now. I know how she didn’t want it, didn’t want him. But he had her anyway. I know it all.

                And he’d pay – right after I got another round. I leaned over him, the white silk sheets sliding off my nude body. I pecked him once, twice, three times, than skimmed my teeth over his bottom teeth and bit down tugging, giggly softly. In retaliation he went to grab me, lifting his hands off the duvet. I grabbed them just as his fingers tips drifted across my side. I smiled at him, and left him with a simple wink, before I slammed his hands into the bed with hidden strength. A little noise of surprise left his mouth, and he then opened it as if to talk.

                I crashed my lips down on his, than whispered, “Shh. No talking, “with a mischievously quaint smile. I let go of his hands and peppered kisses across his collar bone; down his chest; over his tummy… than he grabbed my again. “No hands.” I growled at him. He went to open his mouth again, and I glared till he closed it; He chuckled softly, his chest beating up and down.

                I got down to lower and lightly bit and licked his protruding hip bones. I kissed down his happy trail, than took him in my mouth, whilst digging my nails into his sides…

                He moaned as I released him. I then trailed my tongue up his body, occasionally stopping to tease with my teeth… I couldn’t take it anymore. I didn’t know what I craved more, sex or his flesh and blood in my mouth and all over my body.

                I finally decided it was time enough, and slammed myself down on hips, his manhood sliding inside. I rode him as hard as I could. I bit him. I scratched him. I pulled his hair. I became animalistic. And as soon as I reached my high, I duh my teeth into his jugular as hard I could. Blood poured from the holes I had made in his neck, and it poured into throat. He choked, and gurgled on his own blood – dying. “Come in,” I called just loud enough for Miss. Victorie whom was sitting outside the door, to know to appear.

                As she came in, I draped the surprisingly still white sheet around my nude body and sat across the room for a show to remember.