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

Punishment Part 12 *Ravn*

Neoma filled a bath and sank into the welcoming depths. The dark and murky blanket of anger and pain that had clouded her mind seemed to disappear as she lay still beneath the warm and richly scented water. Her hair gently billowed around her face as she contemplated her situation. What happened with Seoho scared her. The 'trick' had evolved into something that she feared she couldn't control. When the demon took over her she couldn't control her basic impulses, what if the trick took over during this time? She felt as though she was wandering in an unfamiliar limbo, with the person she once was drifting further away from her. At the same time, she was being over taken by something more powerful than she ever thought possible. It was a disturbing struggle. 

Remorse and regret began to consume her. She contemplated Hwanwoong, their confrontation had wounded him deeply. Neoma shamefully admitted to herself that whilst this was painful to witness, it provided her with a satisfying feeling of power. Neoma's banished the thought from her mind. This was not who she truly was. She loved Hwanwoong and would never want him to be hurt. What was happening to her? Neoma stepped out from the bath and slipped into a conveniently hanging robe. As she entered the bedroom, she carefully squeezed the water from her long golden brown tresses. She observed her blood splattered gown in a in a pile on the floor with distain. She returned to the bathroom and placed the dress in the sink to soak. Neoma ruefully acknowledged that whilst some of the stains would be erased, the memory never would be.

Outside Neoma's room, the tall, slender and muscular figure of Ravn stood in the shadows. His precognition had revealed a scene between Neoma and Seoho, they had fed together and looked at each other in a way Ravn was all too familiar with. The scene was broken and as usual out of context, but Ravn felt confident that he could piece together an accurate assessment as to what had occurred. Ravn waited patiently for the heartbroken Hwanwoong to leave. He did not wish to engage in another altercation with him. Eventually, Hwanwoong stood and left, his head still bent low. Certain that Hwanwoong was gone, Ravn approached Neoma's door, his sumptuously shaped lips twitched in annoyance as he discovered her door to be locked.  

Neoma glanced up to the sound of short sharp knocks on her door. Not wishing to be disturbed, she responded harshly 'Leave me in peace' she immediately shuddered as she noted that this was the response Ravn had previously given. Realisation struck her with the icy abruptness of a hail storm. Was she just becoming an extension of Ravn? Stressed by the realisation, Neoma sat down heavily on the bed, her eyes wide and fearful. A familiar low chuckle resonated behind the door and the unmistakable sound of Ravn's voice entered the room. 'Neoma, open the door and let me in' he said in an unnervingly calm tone.

Neoma glanced around the room fearfully. To her dismay, she could not resit the compulsion to permit him entry. Slowly she approached the door and stared at the lock as it quickly clicked open. Ravn stepped into the room, closing the door firmly behind him. His dark presence was both magnificent and intimidating.

Neoma's heart lurched, 'What do you want?' she asked in a quiet voice. A sensual sneer fleeted briefly across his heart shaped mouth, 'I know of your little adventure with Seoho' he began, his beautiful face wearing a disturbing look of simmering contempt. Overcome by a completely unexpected feeling of excitement, Neoma slowly glided closer towards him. She heard herself responding, 'You look angry Ravn' as she began tenderly tracing her fingertips over his soft mocking lips. She began to circle around him, her hand trailing across his torso. 

Behind him, she lent up to his ear and whispered, 'Show me how angry you are'. Ravn let out a guttural shout of frustration and spun around to face her. He immediately grabbed a handful of her hair and roughly pulled her up to his face, his lips smashing against hers. His tongue thrust into her mouth, stabbing with a raw, anger fuelled passion that Neoma found thrilling. Roughly lifting her up, Ravn threw her face down on the bed, and straddled her. He tore away her robe, revealing her naked vulnerability.

'You have misbehaved Neoma' he said, an uncharacteristic quiver in his voice as his trailing slender fingers played invisible piano keys down her back.  'What would you suggest I should do about that?' he asked more steadily. Neoma trembled in anticipation and fear, despite it going against every instinct she had ever experienced towards him, she heard herself whisper 'Punish me Ravn'. The rock hard press of Ravns physical reaction towards her response pressed into her buttocks. Shortly after, she felt the sharp stinging slap of his hand making contact with the soft skin of the same area. Neoma squealed in shock, with each strike of his long, slender hand. Neoma experienced a combination of humiliation and exhilaration as she moaned 'Hurt me more Ravn'. 

Ravn abruptly stopped and lent over Neoma, she could feel the hasty movement of his hand removing the lower portion of his clothing. His breath was hot against her ear as he hissed, 'You are a depraved little bitch'. Grabbing her hips roughly, he lifted her to her knees so that she was on all fours before him. Neoma screamed as without warning Ravn rammed his entire length inside her. Soon the room was filled with the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin as Ravn thrust with an unnatural speed and force that took Neoma's breath away. 

Neoma was beginning to feel the warm tight feeling in the pit of her stomach as her climax began to build. Without warning, Ravn stopped and flipped her over on to her back. Neoma groaned in agony at the denial of her release, before gasping in alarm at his appearance. His usually perfectly groomed hair was dishevelled and damp, his face glistening with sweat, his demon eyes gleamed a wicked green.  He looked like a wild creature, hell bent on her destruction.

Neoma tried to catch her breath as she anxiously anticipated what Ravn would do next. Ravn grasped her hips and dipped his ebony tousled head between her thighs. Neoma squirmed as she felt his tongue languidly licking and tasting her. Her hips twisted from side to side as his tongue began flicking and darting against her folds. Neoma felt tears stinging her eyes as Ravn repeatedly brought her to the brink of climax, before stopping and gently blowing cool air on to her agonising heat. 'Please Ravn' she pleaded, 'Let me finish'. Ravn chuckled quietly, 'Beg me Neoma' he commanded delicately, his lips a centimetre from her swollen and painful heat. 

Neoma was beyond caring about her pride and whimpered, 'Please Ravn, I'm begging you, please'. Ravn raised his head briefly to appreciate her agonising dilemma. A smirk graced his darkly beautiful face, before he lowered his head and unexpectedly bit down hard. Neoma screamed, arching her back in agony.

The pain was excruciating and far from pleasurable. Panicking, Neoma tried to raise herself up to fight him off. Suddenly, the most exhilarating rush of ecstasy began to overwhelm her and she fell back helplessly into a delirious daze. As Ravn began to drink, every part of her body became consumed by an indescribable tingling warmth. The pleasure was so intense that Neoma felt as though she were having an out of body experience. Every part of her body became immersed in a sweet and never-ending climax.

Ravn gradually stopped drinking and raised his face, his emerald eyes hooded, his mouth glistening and scarlet. Hovering over Neoma, he tilted his head to the side as he observed her pleasure induce paralysis. Suddenly, he flipped her back on her front and brutally shoved his rigid length into her. With one definitive thrust, Ravns climax exploded inside her as a shrill animalistic cry escaped his crimson mouth.