DEAD SEED (AKA "Vampires Don't Exist")

SEVEN: Back to the Bedroom (TW/CW)

TW/CW: Rape

Aralyn's cheeks were numb from the cold as she tried to find her way through the dark forest. Tree branches reached out and clawed at her face as she ran, drawing hot blood to her cheeks, a contrast to the cold. But she didn't care.

She had to get far away from here. She wanted to go home. Her depressing life before was paradise compared to this.

The forest was thick with trees and other foliage. It was pitch black, no sign of the moon through the thick canopy of leaves. She tried to keep running but it was impossible; every few steps she tripped over roots or fallen branches. Her bare feet were cut and bruised from stepping on sharp rocks and other things on the forest floor; she was forced to slow down. She kept looking over her shoulder as if she would see Aimeric just behind her. Why hadn't he caught her yet? She was sure he should have found her by now. Was he toying with her? She should never have made it to the bedroom door with how fast Aimeric could move — this was probably a game to him; make her think she stood a chance at escape.

Her body began shaking with how cold it was. She wouldn't last long out here but she didn't care. She would rather freeze to death than return to that hell house.

Where was she? She was going in circles, she was sure of it.

She stopped for a moment to catch her breath and try to find her bearings. A low growl nearby caught her attention. She strained in the darkness to try and see what it was. A dog? Or a coyote perhaps? She saw nothing. But something was there in the forest with her. She stumbled through the darkness, trying to find the right way to go without being caught by the thing that had growled.

She screamed when she felt cold hands seize her wrists.

"I love the smell of adrenaline, you're even more delicious when you're afraid."

She went limp in defeat, crying "No," as she tried to fall to the ground. Aimeric held her up.

"You have more nerve than any of the other humans, I'll give you that. No one else tried to run from me once they realized what I'm capable of. They were smart enough to know what would happen to them if they ran. But you're not very smart, are you?"

"Just kill me. Please," she whimpered.

"If only you were so lucky." Aimeric picked her up and they rushed through the forest in a blur, wind whipping across her face so quickly it stung. In only a few seconds they were back at the mansion — back to the bedroom.

"I should take you downstairs now and give you your punishment for trying to escape but ... I don't want to let the blood go to waste."

This time he didn't intend to be gentle. He smashed his mouth against hers as he kicked the door closed. His hands went to the back of her dress and he unzipped it so quickly she could barely feel him doing it. The dress fell off her body. Aimeric snatched her around the waist and pulled her up against him, biting her lower lip.

"Respond to me," he growled.

Though it made her sick to do so, she kissed him back, opening her mouth so he could find her tongue. With trembling hands, she wrapped her arms around him, clutching at his shirt. He pulled back long enough to throw his clothes to the floor, then he grabbed her up hungrily, taking one of her legs and wrapping it around his waist. He thrust against her but didn't enter yet. He shoved her down on the bed and got on his knees in front of her, planting his face between her legs. He grasped her hips and pulled her against his mouth where his tongue darted out and tasted her. She gasped with pleasure, surprised at her response since he hadn't entranced her.

He pushed his tongue harder against her clit and wet opening, lapping vigorously and groaning, sending vibrations against her. Aralyn lay her head back and moaned as he drove her over the edge. Her fingers clutched at the bedsheets as he feasted on her. The pleasure built up until she felt on the verge of exploding. Finally, she did, arching her back and shuddering violently against his mouth as she let out a long, loud moan.

Her heart pounded wildly in her chest as she tried to recover, but Aimeric wasn't finished with her yet. He pulled her down to the edge of the mattress, raising her hips so he could slide himself into her. She gasped and moaned again. He seemed pleased with her response so far. He moved back and forth inside her, standing at the edge of the bed while she lay on the mattress.

Aralyn closed her eyes so she wouldn't have to see his face. It made it easier to moan for him. He fondled her breasts while he thrust inside her, then an his fingers down her abdomen and back to her clit. She didn't have to pretend to moan this time. Pleasure spread through her like wildfire once more. Why was she enjoying this? She felt like her body was betraying her.

What could she do to feel less guilty? Virgil popped into her mind, but she quickly thought of something else, not wanting Aimeric to realize who she was thinking of. Luckily, he was too busy to read her thoughts, or so she assumed since he didn't become angry.

He leaned over her, pressing his weight against her so he could kiss her neck and mouth. The faster he went, the louder Aralyn moaned. Suddenly, she found herself breathing his name.

"Aimeric...."

Her eyes flew open. Why had she said that? She wondered if he had her entranced again. But she hadn't looked into his eyes....

"Yes," Aimeric rasped in her ear. "Only I can do this to you, only I can make you feel this good. Do you understand?" She moaned a yes in response. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head to the side, exposing her throat so he could scrape his fangs against her, but this time he didn't bite.

Aralyn curled her fingers around his arms, digging her nails into his skin as he moved inside her. They writhed together, switching positions. Aimeric guided her on top of him, showing her what to do and how to move. Finally, he pinned her on her back, his thrusts coming quicker. They both glistened with sweat. Aralyn panted and moaned beneath him until another orgasm overcame her. She felt her muscles clench. Aimeric soon followed.

When they were finished, he pulled her against his chest.

"Mm, that wasn't so bad, was it?" he said gruffly.

Again, she was overcome with shame. She couldn't respond. She closed her eyes, trying to keep the tears from forming. She hoped he would think she was just too exhausted to answer.

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