Darkness Rising: Cursed Guardians

Feeding

I watch Sabella was takes bowls and bandages and other supplies to the bathroom to clean. She's still wrapped in a towel and I can't help but remember what she looks like underneath it, the way she looked as she washed herself, and how her hands felt on my body as she washed me. My c**k stood up at the thought. Perfect curves, porcelain skin, ample breast, nice ass, and scars. Her perfect skin was marred by scars the stretched the length of her back. What the hell had happened to her? Even the scars couldn't take away from how beautiful she was. Three days she said she'd been doing this.I'm slightly pissed I don't have clearer memories of her doing this all the other times. I hardened even more at the thought of her continuous touch. There was nothing s****l in her touch, just gentleness and care, yet I was so hard it was uncomfortable even if I hadn't had wounds across my length. I needed to reign myself on. The last thing I need is to freak her out when she comes back in with a massive salute from my c**k. All I have to do to go soft is remember how I ended up like this and my c**k drops. I growl. Louder then I mean to because Sabella comes bolting out of the bathroom to the bedside."Are you okay? Did you move and reopen one of the wounds?" she asks me in a worried voice. That does something to me.I clear my throat. "No. I'm fine. I din't mean to concern you." I finishHer face relaxes. "Okay. Give me a second to finish cleaning and I'll be right back." she says and heads back to the bathroom. A few moments later she emerges from the bathroom and replaces all of her things into a large wooden box sitting on my nightstand. Once closing it she head to...my closet? In a moment she re-enters the bedroom wearing one of my shirts and a pair of boxers. f**k is that sexy. She flips her head over and gathers hear hair where she ties it in a knot on top of her head then walks back over to me. 

"So" she starts. I watch her intently. She's nervous but the set in her jaw tells me she's also determined. Hmm. I c**k my head waiting for her to continue. She takes a breath then says "The majority of your wounds have healed or are almost healed except for your legs. You're still weak. I don't mean that in an insulting way you just basically lost nearly all your blood, and the barbs I'm pretty positive are poison, and the lashes all over. It did a number on your strength." She pauses to gauge my reaction. Lord she's waiting for me to go off. I can't really blame her after being short, rude, and all together hostile since she got here. I mean I think I was getting a little better about that the last few days I could remember. I pull myself from my thoughts and nod. Another breath and she finishes. "Now the barbs are out and I'm confident they are all out I think to finish the healing process you need to feed one more time." I open my mouth but she keeps going. "I know you don'y like it. You've fought it both times but it's helping. You wouldn't be anywhere near as recovered as you are if you hadn't feed from me and you know it. One more time should be enough to kick your body into it's own healing but you've got to feed and from an artery because it's a direct connection to heart." She finishes and I open my mouth and close it a few times trying to form a response while she stares at me. She's right. I don't like it. I fought it that I remember. But I also remember her taste and how her blood sang to mine as it coursed through me. And if I was honest? I craved more and  not just her blood either. What was happening to me? She was happening to me. Steeling myself I nod my head and say "Okay."

She's shocked but nods in return. "Okay then. How are we going to do this?" I'm not sure if she's talking to me or herself as she looks down the length of my body. I tell my c**k to behave as she looks me up and down. Her eyes are back locked him mine and she seems to steel herself as she speaks "I've never done this before but based on the angle you need to at to get to my neck I think it's going to be easiest if I startle you. I just need to be extra careful of the wounds so I need to sit up higher on your torso. Thoughts?" She raises her eyebrows at me. Just the thought of her in my lap has my c**k trying to raise up. Motherfucker is obviously not wanting to stand at ease. I clear my throat "I've never done this either but I think your right." I finish and she nods and climbs onto the bed and  helps me scoot up the pillows more so that I am sitting up more. Then ever so gentle she brings one leg up and over my torso. Sabella's focus on making sure she doesn't hit my wounds is touching just as much as the action of her climbing onto to my is enticing. Once her leg is over me she slowly lowers her ass onto my torso again paying close attention to how close she gets to my wounds. I remain completely still the whole time, savoring watching her climb on top of me. Once she's in position she looks at me, staring into my eyes, her glowing brighter blue than normal. I wonder what that means? "Are you okay? Do I ned to move?" she asks clearly worried she's hurting me. She really cares. I can feel the genuine emotion and it touches me. I should be suspicious. Wondering what she wants in return. Or if she's put a spell on me. Yet I know in the depths of my f****d up, tormented soul that she isn't doing this for any reason except she wants to help me and the knowledge of hat shatters something inside of me.

"No. You're fine right where you are. No pain." She looks relieved although still nervous. "Are you okay?" I ask her looking into her eyes. "I'm good. Kind of having an out of body experience if that makes sense." she shrugs. Somehow I've moved my hands to her hips. When the f**k did I do that? I raise my eyebrows at her statement. Again she shrugs "It's one thing having the knowledge. The Hunters schooled me in all things vamp when I started working at the club. Two biggest being don't get bitten because that's how bonds are formed and if someone drinks from you don't let them drink for an artery leading to heart because that's where power lies and can be stolen from." She looks at me and I nod "You aren't worried about me trying to take your powers?" She laughs and it sends chills through me not just because I love the sound but because I can feel the vibration where she's sitting on me. Once again my c**k pulses to life. "First off there's not a whole lot there to steal. Well I suppose there is I just haven’t learned it use it. Secondly and more importantly I trust you completely." Such sincerity in her eyes. I'm right not to be suspect of her motives. She's here because she wants to be, to help me. "You have more power than you give yourself credit for. If you didn't I wouldn't be so healed in such a short time." She blushes a bit and turns her head shaking it. After a second her eyes are back on me. "Ready?" she asks. "Ready." I say stomping down my own nervousness. 

Sabella helps me fit forward into her a bit more. The action slides her down my torso a bit more but not enough to hit the bandages. Then she tips her head to left exposing the right side of her neck. Her hand come up to her neck and I notice the tweezer. I hadn't noticed she was holding them. She finds her pulse on the artery and uses the sharp edges of the tweezers, push hard and deep into her throat to bring blood to the surfaces. I watch her face as drags a long gash into the side of her neck. She winces slightly intially but bounces back immediately. Dropping the tweezer onto the bed she lays her hands on my chest and leans forward into me. I inhale deeply, taking in both the scent of her blood as well as her natural scent of vanilla, and roses, my body already reacting to the memory of the scent from the last few days. 

Pressing my lips to the cut I begin to slowly suck and draw her blood into my mouth. I can’t suppress the moan as her flavor hits my tongue. It’s divine beyond exquisite. For centuries we’d drank from animals only, then as societies evolved, we’d made arrangements with humans blood banks but never had any of the clan drank straight from a person. The exception was mates. Mate could drink from one another if they choose to as there would was no harm to them. I draw again, a little deeper this time, reveling in her taste and smell and the way she’s pressed against me. My hands have moved from her hips to her lower back and it he other the back of her neck. Her hands are wrapped around my neck and I can hear the softest of moans leave her. Any resolve my d**k had of staying down is instantly shattered and I am aware that at the head is now lightly grazing her ass. f**k. I can imagine what it’d be like if I slide her down on top of my length letting her wet p***y swallow it whole. Another deep draw and my c**k jerks and a small gasp escapes her. Not a frightened sound but one of surprise and possible enjoyment. At this point I can feel the strength of her blood in me. With a final draw I release her neck and move so that her forehead rests on mine. Both of us breathe a little heavier than normal. My c**k is still brushing against her ass. 

“How do you feel.” She asks after a long moment. How do I feel? Hot. Needy. Strong. Filled with desires. All I mange to say is “Better. Your blood is strong.” She looks up at me and nods. Then very gently she sits up and climbs back over me and slides off the bed grabbing a bandage out of the box to stay the bleeding. I  watch her to see if I see any sign I’ve taken too much. “Are you okay?” I ask. “I am.” She says wiping off the blood that’s stop flowing. My saliva would have stopped the bleeding once I release her neck. She walks to the corner and tosses the bandage into a pile. I take the moment to adjust my c**k and get it to calm the f**k own. She then turns to sit in the chair. 

“Have you been sitting in that chair this whole time?” I look at her as she sits and cracks her neck. She shrugs “Yeah. I needed to keep an eye on you and check your bandages frequently. I set an alarm on my phone for every hour or so to check and took a nap in between alarms.” I just stare at her. “What?” She asks. “You haven’t left at all or slept or eaten have you.” I have say. It’s not a question it’s the truth. She shakes her head and I raise an eyebrow. “I just told you I napped in between alarms. When I was scrubbing the blood off the bathroom floor someone left a food tray.” She points to the desk. Abigail. She knew what was going on and that I’d need food but she wouldn’t have been in the room long enough to look at me. I had forbidden it. “I’ve been picking at it here and there. So I did eat. And as far as leaving get I ran to my room that’s first night to get my emergency kit” she points to the wood box “and came right back and have been here ever since. I promised you I wouldn’t leave.” She looks up at me waiting for a response. I am a f*****g i***t. I was nothin*short of an flaming prick to this woman who has spent 3 days caring for me without any expectation from me. SHes wanted nothing but to help since she got here and I’ve been awful. Before I left 3 days ago when I had welcome Sybil and her children to come here I had made Ed up my mind to do better towards Sabella. In my gut I knew I should trust her but 800 years is a long prejudice to break. I’d do it now. She deserves no less. In fact she deserved better. Starting now. 

I pat the bed next to me. “Sit with me?” Phrasing it like a question seemed better then a statement for her to take as a command. She c***s her head at me. “Sorry?” She questions. I shrug. “You’ve been in that chair for days. You’ve got to be as stiff as I am. Come lay on the bed. She still looks suspicious “Hmmm.” She says. “First I want to ask you something.” “Sure.” I say dreading what she’s about tonight ask. Sighing as if preparing herself she asks in a small voice “I’m just wondering at what point you’re going to ask me what I want, what’s the cost of my help, or what kind of spell I put on you to allow me to tend to you and convince you to feed from me?” She looks away, sadness all over her face. Damn my f*****g i***t self I’m the cause of that hurt. If I could beat the s**t out of myself I’d do it. 

“Look at me Sabella.” I say. Not forceful but enough for her to turn and face me looking into my eyes. “We aren’t going to have that conversation. You didn’t do this to gain anything. I may not know you but what I do know of you I can say with all certainty you did all of this to save me. That much I know but I’d like to know more and I’d like for you to sit on the bed with me so we can talk and I can start  know you better. You told me that you trusted me when I was getting ready to drink from you. I trust you.” She looks shocked. I can’t really blame her. All she does is sit and look at me as I wait. Just when I think she’s going to continue sitting there and staring at me she’s gets up and climbs onto the bed.