Wicked Turning

It was a cool night and Lucas tried to avoid any apprehension at what he was about to do, as he waited in the parking lot of the Bizi Motel. His motorcycle ignition had been cut, along with the lights, so that he would not be easily seen in the corner that he inhabited. Keys to one of the motel's bottom floor rooms rested in his pocket. A gut feeling stayed with him that he could not deny. The gut feeling that made what he would do that night wrong, whether it was in the best interests of the race or not. 'Just make enough, that's all you've got to do and then you're done,' he told himself, and it made enough sense for him to rationalize things.

Lucas put his cigarette out as a small, red sports car pulled into the parking lot and cut its headlights early. Someone was being inconspicuous. He fingered the hilt of his black handgun under his coat as he watched the car pull into a spot nearer to the shadows where he dwelled. Had she brought reinforcements? It would have been smart to, given the circumstances, but his email had made the meeting sound important so that she would avoid bringing excess baggage that might claim her prize and beat her to the bosses. Ambitious. He could respect that. A blonde eased herself out of the driver's side and he noted her mannerisms. More often than not, one would look towards any help they had coming or with them, but she simply looked around the parking lot with a wary gaze, as if searching. It would be best if he weren't seen when it happened.

She sat on the hood of her car, rubbed her hands together and slid a shapely, skirt-clad bottom against the hood's warmth as she took out a cigarette and lit it. His eyes were drawn down her slender form as her legs crossed at the knee and she settled in to await her meeting. He was beside her on the hood of the car before she'd ever seen him coming.

"Bum a light?" He said, his voice echoing a thousand times in a second and then abruptly ending as he watched her jump with a start and then that slow glaze of her eyes as she dug into her cashmere jacket and fetched him a lighter. "Who are you coming here to meet?" He continued...his voice low, guttural...the sort of sound that one might expect to hear from a heavy metal song whilst on acid and playing the record backwards. She shook her head, as if to deny him the answer and then looked down reverently as pale lips responded.

"O'Reilly," she replied. O'Reilly had been the one emailing her. It was perfect, he thought...absolutely perfect. "He was supposed to be here to give me something important for the boss."

He gave a nod as she spoke, not that she would have noticed in her state with those dark, glazed eyes creeping back up to view him with a sort of awe that even such an attractive woman couldn't hide. Lucas slipped off of the car and took a drag of his cigarette, his eyes traveling the length of her, from her dark blue eyes down to a black, lace top and further still to the small skirt she wore and the stilettos that rested on the front bumper of her car. He spoke with soft tendrils of smoke easing outward from his lips as he gave a short survey of the parking lot. "Plans have changed. You're coming to my room with me. We're going to have a little fun. Interested?" It was key to add a touch of choice to his words. It helped break down those gut instincts to do just exactly the opposite of what one was told to do...a primal characteristic that, he was sure, a fighter of her caliber understood.

She gave a slow nod as she watched him smoke his cigarette with a hungry stare, a touch of her own voice responding where only droning, obedient tones had been previously. "Sure, sexy...You're on." He smirked at the response and chuckled softly, nodding his head towards the room he'd chosen at the far corner of the parking lot and then turned on a heel towards it...his feet carrying him towards the portal without a need to look back. She was coming.

He sat on the bed and watched her enter the room, his command to close and lock the door behind her being followed without a second thought as she tilted her frame to either side and removed her high heels and then her jacket. With a languid motion, Lucas fingered the air and beckoned her to him as he leaned back on the bed and undressed her with a cat-like stare. His fingers splayed beneath locked elbows on the firm mattress. She eased towards him, those tiny flecks of uncertainty entering her gaze for a moment and a look of fear following suit that prompted him to speak once more as he shifted on the bed and made himself more comfortable. "Do you enjoy sex, Natalia?" His question was a simple one. As the woman with hair like plated gold slipped down to her knees between his legs, gloved fingers sliding up his jeans and wrinkling the fabric in a ripple before her touch, she gave another confused expression. Her eyes darted down to her hands as if she weren't controlling them. She wasn't. Her voice responded with that same confusion mingling with the words.

"Sometimes, when the man knows what he is doing," she said, trepidation mingling with her words.

Second thoughts began to flood his mind. His thoughts were a soft whisper that drifted outward and made another aware of them...another vampire that lay silent and still in that very same room, with unseen eyes of pure sensuality set upon what would occur. "I'm watching you. We must have more of our kind. There will be no mistakes. It is the only way." The response was in his mind alone, those sexy tones caressing him and easing his mind. He returned his attention to the black lace of the blonde's top as she nestled there against the bed between his knees. He responded to her negative response on carnal knowledge with a smirk and a guttural tone meant to cow and carry so many more suggestions and images than what was vocalized. "You will tonight."

Lucas nodded towards the zippered fly of his jeans as he let those words soak through the mind of the woman before him. His desire began to turn his light, green gaze to a darker emerald color that showed the slowly stoked fire of anticipation within. Even as he was comforted by the closeness of one of his kin, that unseen presence in the room that meant to insure he did what was necessary, he rationalized the act in his mind. The dark haired vampire tried to tell himself that it wasn't about sex or kinks, and that it was purely about the propagation of his race. That wouldn't hold up in court, nor any feminist magazine ever published and so his mind ceased to attempt a rationalization and he simply carried out what he had come to do. Wide, still blue eyes watched his nod and returned it with one of her own, those gloved hands inching up his thighs where his legs spread before her and nimbly loosing the button of his jeans. A thumb and forefinger drew his zipper slowly downward as he instilled the necessary thoughts and maintained that steady seduction that was key in holding power over the woman. It wasn't something that he enjoyed on a rational level, given the fact that he, himself, had been lead to a dingy hotel and turned the very same way. That situation was even reminiscent of his current one, and yet he had no more choice than the vampiress had when she turned him.

His suggestions buried themselves in her thoughts, those seductions that had become a part of him when he turned, being amplified by his own power. Lucas' gaze shifted and his hips flexed under the woman's touch as her lips eased downward to brush gently against the tip of his already growing arousal. He wasn't fully erect when her mouth descended further, lips parting for him. It allowed her to take all of him into the tunnel of her mouth that grew warm as she bathed him in moisture and used it to pleasure him. With soft swirls of her tongue, she seduced his length with her attentions and formed her lips tightly around that growing shaft as her head moved with a graceful rise and fall. Lucas let a hand slip downward to brush her gold plated locks from her eyes as he drew her gaze upward. Their eyes locked in a sinful gaze as he let his fingers comb and tangle in the blonde's silky tresses. His grip guided her slowly in each rise and descent. With a soft flex of his hips, he buried himself deeper into her mouth, his blinks coming at a lazy, slow pace as passion lulled him into its grasp. With a flat palm, he patted the bed next to him and shifted his eyes to the side, his mind imparting instructions in such a way that could not be ignored.

She crawled onto the bed next to him on all fours, the curve of that pert bottom raising as she rested on her knees and elbows and wasted little time in letting those hungry lips delve back downward to take him into her mouth. He stroked her back as he gave a soft whisper to assure her that she was doing just as he wanted her to, having noted that a tinge of fear had crept into her eyes once more. He wondered if some part of her was conscious...some will, some presence of mind that fought with a futile effort against his desires. It didn't matter, but it would certainly explain those doe-like gazes that she had given from time to time. Skin, fabric, hair; she was all silk to his rough touch as he slipped a hand beneath the black, lace fabric of her top and leaned back a bit more to watch those ample breasts sway lightly as she wrapped her fingers around the base of his arousal and brought them in slow strokes upward to meet her lips with each consuming descent. With a flick of his fingers, her bra was unfastened and loose in his grip; a strapless push-up that was black and lacey to match her top. He eased it out from beneath that soft fabric of her low-riding blouse and tossed the article of clothing onto the floor. She would find it the next evening...it and a whole lot more.

A soft moan of pleasure escaped him as he tilted his well muscled frame, the sinew of his stomach rippling with that sideways motion as he brought his hands up her thighs and beneath the satin fabric of her skirt, only to return to view once more with her panties in tow as he eased them down the curves of her legs and left them to pool and drape between her knees. With another flex of his hips, he raised that hard shaft into her ready mouth with a hunger that had begun to outweigh his doubts. Each warm suckle and teasing stroke that carried him deeply into her mouth, brought him even deeper under the black spell of lust and further from his inhibitions. She gave a soft moan in response and let the tones of her desire, no matter how false they may have been, linger and reverberate through him at the sound of his moan. The lustful sounds that tumbled from her puckered lips had his strong hand moving unerringly between her thighs where he urged them apart. Unseen beneath the skirt that bunched around the pert curves of her bottom and within the shadows that formed between her thighs in that dimly lit room, his fingers began that slow roll and gentle caress that parted the folds of her sex and applied a soft pressure against her clit. He slid to the side enough to turn himself diagonal along the bed and then let himself settle down on that firm mattress, his eyes closing as he used that free hand to keep her head in a steady rhythm against his length. She let out a soft sound of urgency as his fingers delved smoothly into that moist corridor that grew damp and longing under his attentions.

As he came to the point that he could no longer stand the soft, warm strokes of her mouth or the languid swirls of her tongue that moved over the head of his shaft, he used that free hand to tangle into that soft, blonde hair and eased her head upward and away from him. Her lips were puffy and full, still slick from the moisture that coated those red shells and the torrid length that she still grasped beneath them in her velvet gloved fingers. She gave an another aching moan, his fingers gliding smoothly into her from behind and eliciting slight, tentative rocks of her hips against those tormenting fingers as she looked up the line of his body with that unsure, yet attentive gaze. He flicked two fingers deep inside her, his knuckles all that stopped her from impaling herself completely in those hungry little grinding motions that her hips made against him. As her eyes slipped closed and she moaned once more, this time rushing all the lung capacity that she could possibly have outward in a long, drawn out sound, he sat up and opened his eyes to reveal narrowed slivers of green. The smell of sex, that scent of her arousal that touched him on a primitive level and held his attention like some delectable morsel that was just within his reach.

The ache was alive inside of him, a constant and ever-growing hunger that seemed to trail upward from the warmth at his groin and spiral towards a new ache in his chest. Lucas sat up in the bed and brought his arms around himself to pull the tight-fitting t-shirt that he wore upward and off, to be tossed at the corner of the bed as if he hadn't planned on staying long and wanted to know just where it was. That was, actually, the absolute truth. He used those freed hands to guide her across his lap, her thighs parting to plant one knee at either side of the expanse of his hips as he eased her body downward. He let the softness of her skin, the teasing caress of lace and then the soft tips of gold tendrils glide along his body as he settled her downward onto that waiting erection and let his hips raise with her descent, as if desperate to fill her. Emerald eyes slipped closed and his lips parted to reveal long, wickedly sharp canines as that moist, velvet caress slid ever downward to take every inch of him into its clenching embrace. She gave a surprised sound as her hands darted to his shoulders, pressure applied there as if she could slow her descent. Lucas, however, had become a new sort of animal that would not be slowed or stopped...a predator that would let nothing stand between it and its prey...and so the pressure of his hands remained to hold her tightly against him as he let his hips rise again to bring himself deeper into her.

He watched as pain and pleasure coursed within her like two sides of the same coin as her body parted and strained to accept the full brunt of his length. He knew her first instinct was to lash out, perhaps bite or claw the man that would intrude so completely into her and yet her instincts were not in charge. She fought boldly against the lure of the primal tones that raped her mind and seduced her body, and fell short of defeating them. Her body was being bounced lightly in the lap of the green eyed devil and friction began to ease the pain of their joining. He let his fingers ease under the light fabric of her skirt, his hands clinging to the curves of her thighs and trailing upward to cup those toned globes of her bottom. With pressure in forward and backward motions he set her body in a gliding grind against his own as she maintained those fevered strokes that consumed his length in the tight grip of her sex. Her pace quickened as she buried her forehead against the tight, strained side of his neck and whimpered softly with each pain relieving stroke that brought him into her.

His power surged as he wrapped his arm around her waist and those muscled thighs of his began to flex with each hard thrust upwards, skin meeting skin in a light slap that grew into a steady rhythm of passion as he brought her harder against him in the rigid cradle of his arm. He hadn't been joking about her enjoying that night, and something inside him doubted very seriously that she could deny what the naked eye could not see. It could be felt, however, with each friction filled stroke that carried her along the hard length of his shaft and each plummet downward that filled her to the very core. Her whimpers eased into moans that met with his own as his eyes closed tightly and the stirrings of his orgasm began to faintly threaten him. His lips parted as he brought his chest hard against her own to feel those unsupported, perky little breasts pressing hardened nipples against his skin. With a languid crane of his neck, he aligned those fangs with her throat...and as the waves of pleasure drew a soft moan from his lips, the sound was cut off and muffled by the skin of her throat as he pierced it and began to drink from the font that those wickedly sharp canines produced.

She cried out in pain, shock, horror and ecstasy as his body convulsed beneath her own confused, but shuddering form. Her hips continued to buck against his own, as she could not deny the truth of previously spoken words, but with the bars of her cage removed and that entrancing voice of his drowned in her life's blood, she came to her senses and regained control. She let her head drift back as she gave one futile push against him after another. Her hands splayed on his shoulders to separate her from the man, even as she moaned with the exquisite friction provided. She only managed to bring those soft, pink folds harder against him with each failure to escape. She'd begun to accept the act as some carnal need for pleasure until fear entered her gaze once more.

He could hear her thoughts swirling in her mind amidst the haze of feelings. 'He is trying to kill me' was a frantic push at her mind. 'That sick fuck was trying to bleed me dry.' Was her unheard cry of horror within her brain. Her movements became frantic as she struggled to be free of him, his hips only flexing harder against her with each desperate push that brought the soft skin of her legs hugging tightly against the warmth of his jeans, as if she would close him out with his drastically larger frame still in between those toned thighs. With another hard bite, he drew a confused sound from lips that parted in a silent scream of something that bordered on desperation, the tones mingled with pleasure. With a quick movement, he drew a lengthened nail against the soft flesh at the side of his throat, letting the blood trickle before her eyes. At the sight of blood, a new hunger awakened and proved undeniable as she felt herself losing consciousness and fought madly against that frantic need to drink.

The room spun and she lost the battle against her baser instincts to crush her lips against his throat. Natalia's head tilted forward, teeth nibbling at the skin of his throat as she drew her tongue against the fresh wound. She clung harder against him as the wash of his blood filled her throat and replenished what he took. The sheer sinful pleasure of the blood that tickled her tongue and brought her senses alive, caused her mind to shift again and added a new twist to a pleasure she'd felt before. Her hips began to grind with lust and desire once again. The trance of his hold on her had given way to a hunger for all that was given.

She added a tenacity and enthusiasm to the act as she licked, suckled and drew yet more blood from his throat to quench the burning thirst that seemed to parallel some foreign desire. It was a need that was being sated by that silk laden shaft of iron that was unyielding in its demand as it parted her body and sent shivers of pleasure through the growing warmth of her thighs. Her nails dug hard in to his back, her decidedly smaller form clinging to him like a wolf might latch onto a bear in the hopes that it could make up for its smaller size with sheer ferocity.

That word, ferocity, could have been used to define her hungry thrusts, bobs and bounces. The sounds of slapping skin echoed through the room to mingle with shared moans that were muffled by the intake of blood on both their accounts. She hoped to bleed him before he bled her. There were things that he knew, however, that she did not. Like the fact that he was taking her body, her blood and drinking from her very soul.

His head spun as he took her life's essence, coupled with those frantic thrusts of her hips against his that drove him steadily towards climax. He drew his fangs from her throat as he bucked his hips against hers.. His free hand gripping her bottom and working synonymously with the vice grip of his other arm to bring her harder, faster and more heavily against him with each upward thrust of his hips. With his fangs free, he tilted his head up. His eyelids shuddering and closing to announce his coming moan and the orgasm that would leave him awash in the lush green gardens of ecstasy.