The Blod Kiss Trilogy

Part Three: The Blod-iest Kiss

Chapter Twenty-Seven                                                                                                                                             In the boudoir, there was only moonlight lighting the room as it was on the night before Nimna was re-born. Her naked crimson skin was tightly pressed against her maker's skin. As they were yet again making love to one another, there were more than two in the one room. There was a pair of naked bodies seated in front of the bed, retrained tightly with long, silver chains. These were the deceased bodies of Nimna's now ex-husband William and his mistress Belle, who sat on the left side of the bed had multiple injuries sustained. She currently had one black eye, sewn lips and a missing head. Nimna was currently wearing her blood all over her body and she loved it. She loved the torturous method her lover had used to punish her. She even loved the 'squirt of red', as Blod put it, which came after the massacre of her head. But what was even more satisfying was the person that sat next to her. It was William who sat on the opposite of her, slouched over and missing his manhood. Out of rage, Nimna had chopped his penis off, with the assistance of her lover Blod. But, she didn't stop there- she drained him dry. He was slouched over the top of the chair, much to Blod's amusement. Blod did have an enormous fetish for anything related to torture.

During the proceedings from the door to the bed, Nimna had felt many emotions- shock, rage, lust, rage again and finally pure passion. But, these emotions were almost amplified. During the fun with William and Belle, she was able to clearly see the beads of sweat trickling of William's head as she showed her new, true form. She saw the hairs on Belle's arms stand up. She could see the red blood floating from Belle's head cavity in a deeper red. It was pure amazement for Nimna. She had never seen anything in this way before Blod had drained her dry. Now, she could feel, hear and smell in a stronger way. She could smell Blod's dark floral perfume, which was almost the fragrance of blood she wore and consumed mixed with the black roses that were the only living thing in the house they were currently occupying. She could also hear her breathing become more louder, quickening by the second. She also felt the body travel to Blod's lips in a more pleasurable way. Blod was letting Nimna drink her in, who had an enormous craving for only blood, running freely from her lips to the bottom of her throat. Nimna was moaning softly. Having her blood roughly drunk by her Nimna was something enjoyable for The Countess.

Nimna was holding Blod's pale wrists down, restraining her. Blod didn't have to worry about trying to escape her restraints. Nimna didn't care about what was happening to others around her. She didn't even care about her former husband and his mistress. All she was caring about was the rum that she was drinking and how much she was starting to enjoy her new life as a vampire. When she was re-born, she almost felt like a monster but Blod changed her perspective and created a better world for her. "Just accept what you are now- a vampire." There were only three things screaming inside her head. This was the first thing. The second was William being a sex-crazed cheater. He used to always be bothering by her past abstinence "What's the point of enjoying marriage if we can't enjoy some good old-fashioned...". She knew what he wanted to say, but Nimna felt as though she didn't want him to actually say it. The third thing was the pair of eyes that suddenly were looking at her and at Blod with such hunger. They were a deep, curved pair of yellow eyes. She could only see the eyes, but when she blinked they were gone. It was odd, but she had to realise that maybe she was seeing things. If humans saw things, then she just had to be similar. Even if she had super sight. But as she allowed Blod to kiss her lower half of her body, she started to think maybe she and Blod weren't the only ones who where awake at this time of night.

Chapter Twenty Eight                                                                                                                                          When he watched the two monsters touch one another in places that should never be touched, he was disgusted. When he saw the fire-haired woman bite the young lady and drink the liquid gold within her veins, he was enraged. The truce was broken and the vow was no longer sacred. His fluorescent yellow eyes watched how they torture the seated couple. He even watched the lady drink the poor civilian just questioning her choice of clothing. They were monsters- hideous on the inside, beautiful on the outside. No man or mortal ever saw the inside because the outside was just too much to handle. It was as if the charade was only seen by him.