Serif is like a volcano. He is lying quietly on the bed but, as soon as I open the door, I feel the barely contained energy. It hits me like a wall. He is frenetic. When he hears me enter his eyes fly up to mine and there is a maelstrom behind them.
"Easy now, Serif you look as if you are about to explode."
"You know how much I hate this." He growls. I do. He hates anything that has him confined. He reacts to it with violence, either physically or mentally.
"What is there to hate? I know how much you love to feel my blood flowing in your veins."
"Not as much as I love to feel your cock in my ass."
I can't help but smile. He is so direct, uncomplicated. Sitting down on the bed beside him I stroke his body and it trembles under my fingers, not with passion but with suppressed energy. "What will you do for me, pretty boy?" I croon at him. "If I give you release, what will you do for me?"
As an answer he reaches up and grabs me by the front of my shirt, yanking me down towards him. His hand on the back of my neck holds me so tightly I can't move and his tongue rapes my mouth with such skill and intensity it literally takes my breath away. At the same time he rips off my trousers. It hurts but right now that's exactly what I need.
While still crushing me against him Serif wraps his legs around my waist with a grip of iron, lifting his body to grinds his hips against mine. His is rock hard. There is no softness in him anywhere, except for his lips, and the feeling of him against me excites me. He is almost the opposite of Bridge, practically bursting with strength. His legs around me; his thrusts against me; the passion in his kiss. I can't stand it.
Taking a slightly laboured breath I blow into him and his strength leaves him.
"What the...?"
"I'm sorry, Serif but I can't, not right now. You're too full of life; too strong." I rise myself up to look down into his face, brushing aside the thick, golden waves. He is angry and his eyes flash at me. "One day soon I will send Taz to you in the tower room. You will have your fun. You will roar and claw and find your own release... but right now I need your strength in a different way. I'm so very sorry but I need the passion in your blood to sustain me.
"I have depleted myself in the last few days and I need to replenish. I am going out to hunt and I need to give more. I don't have the time or the inclination to share the burden and so it is all yours. I need what only you can give. I don't know what it is that flows in your veins but I know that it gives me what no one else's can. And today I am going to take it. I am going to take more than you can afford to give."
As I speak I stroke his hair and chest. The passion in his eyes fades and he becomes uncertain.
"More that I can give?"
"There is a safety level that I do not exceed in my feeding, a level beyond which it becomes difficult for the body to replenish. It doesn't mean that you will die or suffer permanently detrimental effects but it will make you ill for a while. I'm sorry about that, but I need you, I need the fire in your veins."
Outrageously he chuckles and gives me a look I can't read. "Will you take me for a ride?"
"If that's what you want. It would be better for you if I didn't."
"Hel, if I'm going to be sick I would rather have some fun first."
I stroke his face and wonder at this being beneath my fingers. He is glorious. "I promise I won't hurt you. I won't drink so much that you cannot come back from it. I won't kill you, I promise."
"Go for it. Hurt me; kill me if you want, as long as you make it worth it."
I stare at him in amazement. "You mean that?"
"Of course I do. It's all about the experience. "He looks away for a moment and another of those strange unreadable looks passes across his face. "I have a past that I've never spoken of. If I live perhaps I'll share it with you one day. You're the only one here who'd really understand." There is something almost wistful in his voice and it makes me uneasy. But then his eyes snap back and he grins. "I've lived my life to squeeze every drop of juice out of it and I have to die sometime; everyone does, even you. If I have to die now then I want to do it screaming with pleasure."
"That, I can promise you. Death on the other hand I will deny you, for purely selfish reasons."
He grins at me and I lower my head to kiss him. As I release my breath slowly into him I let my hand wander down over his hot, tight body and toy with him. He is already hard. Dammit, he is excited at the thought of his own death. This boy is truly insane.
He is too relaxed to fight me when I kiss my way down his body but he shudders and laughs when I bite his nipples so hard they bleed. As I close my lips around him I slide my finger deep into him and release the smallest amount of venom deep inside. He jumps and moans. Licking his head I drip a tiny pearl of venom from the tip of my tongue into the slit and he groans deeply, clutching at the sheets.
Sucking hard, I let my teeth graze his head and he growls, lifting his hips from the bed. Then I thrust my finger into him and force him to collapse. For a while, I alternate bringing him up and crashing him down until he is about to explode with frustration. He's loving it. Anyone else at this point would be shaking uncontrollably, semi conscious and begging for relief. Serif is still craving more.
Adjusting my position I manipulate his legs and kneel between them. The look on his face can only be described as hungry, as I penetrate him and immediately begin to thrust strongly. Gentleness is wasted on Serif. No matter what I do to him he always wants more. He's worse than Taz... or better. Digging my fingers into his hips I ride him hard and he throws his head back panting.
Moving my hands upwards I knead his abdomen with one hand while teasing his shaft with the other. Allowing him more movement I gasp as he tilts his hips so that I penetrate deeper and starts to thrust with me, harder and harder until it is hard to know who is fucking whom. He's so damned strong.
Unconsciously, I have increased my assault on his cock and he is close before I have the focus to realise it. As soon as I do realise it, I withdraw and he growls at me with real ferocity and starts to fight. I throw myself onto him, pinning him with my body, and sink my fangs into his neck. He continues to struggle and I let him, tasting the passion and excitement in his blood.
Serif is strong, way stronger than he looks. He is slender but somewhere in that compact body there is a simmering volcano and when it erupts it is a force that sweeps him away, and anyone he is fucking, with it. He can take me to heights I have never achieved with anyone else, but I always come out of it bloodied and bruised... so does he.
