ONEUS 18 + Blood Moon - Vampire - (Book 1)

Thirst Part 10 *Seoho*

T/W Gore

Determined to distance herself from the ugly scene in the Monarchs study, Neoma strode quickly down the staircase and out through the patio doors into the large garden. The invigorating feel of the cool night air overwhelmed her heightened senses, as the perpetual thirst continued to torment her. Gently clutching her throat, Neoma considered that the solution lay only a few feet away from her within the depths of the forest. Suddenly aware that someone was quietly approaching her, Neoma glanced back and greeted the figure. 'Hello Seoho' she said softly. Seoho smiled audaciously, his eyes twinkling, 'Hello Princess' he responded, cocking his head slightly as he approached her, 'Let me show you the best places to quench a thirst' he suggested cheerfully. Feeling relieved, Neoma nodded. Seoho grinned, his eyes cutely crinkling as he instructed, 'Follow me'. 

Neoma watched as he quickly darted into the enticing wilderness. Intrigued, Neoma sprinted towards the already disappearing silhouette of Seoho. As she ran, Neoma discovered that she had greater speed and perception than ever before. The midnight greenery flew past her whilst she was aware of every aspect of her surroundings, every blade of grass and every leaf. 

Neoma stopped abruptly as Seoho came to a halt. Crouching down, he beckoned for Neoma to join him. Neoma mirrored his posture and crept close to him. Glancing up, she watched his charmingly handsome face become intensely frozen in concentration. She followed the trajectory of his gaze towards a clearing, where he assessed the unmistakable movement of one of the servants. The beast was solitarily prowling, seemingly unaware of their presence. Instinctively, Neoma moved away from Seoho to effectively co-ordinate their imminent assault. Anticipation coursed through her veins, instinctively she knew when Seoho would be ready to strike. The pair began to silently circle the monster. Neoma viewed the beast as it continued to stalk the area. Something made it stop in it's tracks as it slowly turned it's head. It's bleached, soulless stare seemed to meet with Neoma's.

Now was the moment. Neoma advanced forward, just as Seoho leapt out with an athletic agility, his eyes glowing and his teeth exposed. In unison they struck their target together. Seoho attached himself to the back of the servant and sank his teeth into it's neck. Neoma mirrored the action from the front. The servant attempted to wrestle them both off, but to no avail. Both Seoho and Neoma continued to savagely tear wildly at its solid structure as they drank frantically from the fountains of blood that began to gush from its wounds. Exhausted and defeated, the beast finally submitted and crashed to the ground with a vile thud. Seoho and Neoma sank down with it's corpse as a glorious, shining ruby fountain showered them both.

Their blood lust was finally sedated, but something else stirred inside them both. They looked at each other for the first time with their demon eyes. Still on their hands and knees, the insatiable blood soaked pair began to advance towards each other. Their crimson coated lips met across the corpse of the vanquished monster, as the last sprays of blood subsided from its throat. 

Seoho broke the kiss, 'Neoma, you should not tempt me' he growled, his eyes scanning her face, a smile playing on his cherry drenched lips. Taking her hands he guided her up as he stood. 'I have no control' he warned, his lust filled orbs glowing and dancing. Neoma smiled back, stepping over the body of their defeated enemy, she lent forwards and languidly licked the blood from his lips, 'I can handle you' she whispered. Smiling mischievously, Seoho swiftly lifted her up as if she were weightless and pushed her hard against an adjacent oak tree. He roughly clasped her chin between his fingers as he brought his face to hers. They began to frantically kiss, passionately devouring each others mouths.

Her hands latched on to his shoulders as he raised her leg. Anticipation burned within her as he released his length and immediately guided himself between her thighs. She felt Seoho's tip at her entrance a second before he plunged into her. Neoma cried out at the severity of his entry, digging her fingers into his shoulders as she received his brutal thrusts. Seoho snarled as he clutched on to her hips and continued to ram himself inside her. He paused briefly to adjust his angle which made Neoma let out a prolonged groan of pure pleasure, as he began stabbing at her deepest and most vulnerable area. 

A tight tingling sensation began to build inside her. 'I'm close Neoma' he rasped in her ear, 'bite me'. Quivering with pleasure, Neoma buried her face into his neck, the sweet scent of his sweat made her yearn for the taste of him. Within moments, she plunged her teeth into his neck and began sucking rapaciously. Seoho cried out as his climax exploded inside her, spilling down her thighs as she continued to drink deeply. Her own climax caught her off guard, a carnival of pleasure, as her body trembled, overwhelmed with her release.

The pair remained motionless against the tree, the sounds of their arduous breathing filled the air. Seoho lifted his head, his eyes had returned to their rich dark brown, his characteristically cheeky grin danced across his face. 'That was unexpected' he said, a tone of gentle humour lacing his voice. Neoma felt uncomfortable as the sobriety of reality crept over her, 'I don't know what came over me' she said attempting to wriggle from away from him. Unmoving, Seoho cupped her face in his hand, 'It's alright Neoma, sometimes the demon takes over, and we lose control' he smiled gently, 'please don't feel ashamed'. 

Neoma continued to try to move away, 'Please, Seoho let me go, I need to be alone'. Seoho frowned with concern, adjusting his clothing he asked, 'Neoma, did I do something wrong?', his tone heavy with unease. 'No' responded Neoma quickly, 'I just want to leave, I need to be alone'. Seoho began to protest again as Neoma felt her panic and anger rise. 'Enough!' she shouted as she watched in horror as the force of her emotions lifted Seoho from his feet, throwing him away from her. He tumbled back, landing several yards away.

Neoma watched as Seoho began to slowly lift himself up, dazed confusion written on his face. Appalled at what she had done, Neoma turned and ran. Within what felt like seconds, she had returned to the châteaux. Entering, she proceeded straight for her room. She felt tainted and disgusting and desperately in need of a bath. On approaching her room, she witnessed Hwanwoong, waiting in the shadows. He stepped out towards her, the candle light dancing across his pretty face which wore an expression of deep sadness. 'Neoma' he began hesitantly, his eyes widened as he assessed her dishevelled and blood splattered appearance. 'Where' he began slowly, 'Have you been?'.

Neoma felt the blood rush to her face, a mixture of shame, guilt and anger. Saying nothing she walked towards the bedroom door. Quick as a flash, Hwanwoong was standing in front of her. Neoma boldly met his gaze her face flushed with anger and indignation. 'Don't ever talk to me again' she spat as she pushed past him and stormed into her room, slamming the door behind her.

Stunned, Hwanwoong stepped back. Neoma was more changed than he had feared. His mind raced in panic as his heart pounded painfully in his chest. At that moment, the moon finally made an appearance, casting a silvery strobe across the ground. Hwanwoong spied something small and shining, he recognised it as the cross Neoma had worn on that terrible night. A memory of their last heart breaking encounter. Crashing to his knees, he lifted the trinket as it burned into his hand, his head bowed down in despair.