Blood Moon

She can't have been more than 21, I'm certain. Although sometimes, I wonder if my senses fail me after all these years. They all look the same now, just more or less beautiful, but always enticing. Still, there she was, lying there, lying on the grass, staring out at the water as it rippled gently on the banks. The tinny sound of her music rattling in her ears seemed to be keeping her in her own little bubble of solitude, comforted by the darkness steadily encroaching. I watched her. The way the wind blew the dark tresses of her hair and ruffled the hem of her long black skirt. She smiled and mouthed the words to the music, occasionally letting her voice break free from its restraint to sing along. It made me smile, so gentle and soft despite the meaning of the words she sang as it reached my ears.

Her over sized hand bag lay on the ground next to her, contents almost spilling onto the grass, her phone peeking out with its blue glow, and a lipstick trying to escape. I looked at her lips, deep wine red, almost the colour of blood, blood that has spent too many days lingering on skin. Oh how I would love to touch those lips, they looked so full and soft, so very appealing. I could imagine how they would feel on my skin, on my lips, leaving treacherous traces of scarlet desire in their wake. I tried to sigh; but with what breath?

Next to her hand bag there was a carrier of drink. She was waiting for someone. She wouldn't be alone for ever. I smiled, I knew I had time. I had heard her talking to him on her phone, he would be late.

It's a disgrace really, to leave such a delicate midnight blossom alone for the picking.

Walking out of the shrubbery, I smiled and headed towards her. She didn't notice me at first, eyes closed, lost in music that was dulling her senses, but when I sat down nearby, her eyes opened and she gave a gasp of surprise. I brushed my long, coffee brown hair from my face and flashed her a warm smile, to set her at ease. She whipped her earphones out and smiled nervously in return.

"Evening. You know it's not safe for you to be out on your own like this."

My voice was like sirens song, gentle and dripping from my mouth like golden honey, a pleasure to the ears.

"I'm waiting for someone." she replied hesitantly.

"Well he's a lucky, but stupid guy." My pale blue eyes fixed on hers, a deep luxurious brown and she relaxed a little.

"Why stupid?"

"Because I would never leave such a delicate bloom out here on her own to be snatched away by anyone." It didn't matter what I said now, the words were becoming irrelevant. As long as she was listening to my voice and looking into my eyes I could tell her anything and she would feel better.

A sprinkle of laughter left those blood rich lips and then I caught it again, the smell so sweet and inviting that it had brought me here, to her.

"Well stupid as he may be, but he'll be here soon."

I could hear the sound of her music still playing through those little plastic ear phones, a wailing voice with distorted guitars, and underneath it all the resonance of her heart, that soft double beat, quickened slightly by my presence.

"It's OK." I smiled as my eyes pierced hers "You are safe, with me."

"It's OK, I am safe with you." she repeated, mindlessly.

So easy.

It helped that I was handsome, that I had been chosen for my classical good looks, my unusual eyes, my good physique. But it wasn't essential. I could be as ugly as sin and still pull the same trick. She just might run away first, is all.

"Lie back and look at the stars." She did as asked, and that smell came again, sweeter than any other blood, more precious, the true blood of life, and I would have no need to hurt her. I came to her feet, my hands running up the hard leather of her buckled boots. As I pushed, the gentle fabric of her skirt pooled around my wrists, following the movement as I wished. The skin of her thighs was so pale, so soft it made me pause. Fingers pressed into the pliable flesh, watching the blood move beneath, she was as if porcelain, and mine to mould for however brief a moment.

My hands moved higher, the fabric slowly revealing the treasure that was her body. Her breathing quickened, soft gasps that sent her pulse racing. I could smell the heady pheromones of her sex, as she responded to the subtle nuances of my touch. The pleasure it would bring her. Higher still, now I could see her bright blue panties as I gently encouraged her to lift her knees, to let me closer to that heavenly scent. Fingers hovered over that hidden warmth, the heat rising, sending my own desires wild within me. I needed her so badly, needed that hot liquid in my mouth. Hovering fingers played with the edge of her panties, causing a sudden intake of her breath as my fingers touched that most intimate of places. She would not run, or cry or scream. She was mine now. Compliant in her need to be so.

I pulled that cotton fabric to the side, feeling the damp liner she wore to keep clean. Oh how beautiful was she. A blood soaked flower, with petals so neat and clean. A privilege that I may drink of her nectar.

As I touched those soft lips, she shivered and a rush of warmth reached my nose. The fluids of her arousal mixed with the sweet blood I desired, and she glistened in the moonlight, bejewelled and beautiful. I took a sip; my tongue slithered from my lips and brushed so gently over her swollen clit. She shivered again, and I couldn't help but taste anew. The blood was on my lips now. It's taste, just as sweet as I had expected, if not more so. The muskiness of her, mixed with the slightly ferrous taint of the blood was filling my senses, every shred of my being wanting her now, and I would not restrain any longer.

My tongue pressed flat against the slit of her sex and I dragged it up her whole length, tasting and swallowing as I went, flicking on her clit to encourage her enjoyment. She needed little help, the gentle shivers and whimpers of her pleasure we're coming more readily now. Darting inside her, I could drink from her, forcing my tongue deep within, covering her aching little hole with my mouth and sucking the nectar from inside her.

She behaved so well, her voice stifled with only simple sounds escaping. My fingers joined my tongue, dragging the blood from inside her to my mouth as I hungrily lapped at her. It was all I could do to not let my teeth graze those lips, engorged and swollen.

I needed more, more of her, more of that taste. My urgency was making me want to be aggressive, but I had to have more. She was being so good, and it would only take a little push.

My fingers slipped inside her, and gradually I pushed harder, forcing my hand deep within. She grunted heavily with the final thrust as my knuckles disappeared into her glittering, slick hole. I could feel the thickened walls as I pushed harder into her, and feel the blood slip between my fingers, finding thick gobs of lining for me to suck. As I pushed and pushed, twisting in and out, my tongue reluctant to leave her clit in peace, I felt the hard waves of her orgasm sweep across her, and she clenched my hand tight with her fluttering muscles and her moans became gasps as she tried to breathe through the thrill.

When she finished, I pulled my hand free and slipped the bloody lumps into my mouth, sucking them sweetly and savouring the taste.

I looked at my hand and her sex, all smeared and dirty. My fingers delved into her again and she quivered with the sensitivity. I licked her, smooth flat tongue, taking every trace of the bloody mess I had created, sucking the blood from the folds of her lips and the throbbing little clit. It was as if she had never been bleeding so meticulous was my tongue. Her thighs trembled as her body began to recover and I took in deep breaths of her potent scent.

But I knew our time was almost over.

I took her clitoris one last time into my mouth, sucking it hard and letting my teeth pinch at it. She almost made a sudden sharp sound, but she held it in and gasped heavily, holding her breath as a sweet after burn orgasm washed over her again, leaving her breathless for the last time.

I retreated from between her legs, pulling her skirt down with my clean hand. As I sucked her blood from my fingers, a remaining treat from her loins, I looked down at her.

"Open your eyes." She did as asked of course. "I was never here, this never happened. Enjoy your evening, my sweet Midnight bloom. Sit up, Be Calm and relax."

The simpler the command, the easier the obedience. She did as I asked, stared out at the water, pushing her little earphones back in her ears and continuing as if it had never been. Walking away, I licked the remainder of my hand clean, like the predator I was, and disappeared into the bushes to see her beau walk into view and be greeted by his blushing bloom.

My blushing bloom. He would never have her how I did, she would always hold that sweet moment just for me.

And I? I would always remember it fondly, as a truly, excellent meal.