His meal, Her shame

When Asleep

He listened to her moaning for him.  The sound mixed with the scent of her blood and arousal stirred him on.  He continued to feed on her knowing that the side effect of her pleasure would leave her whimpering for him, her back arching and her chest heaving.  His onyx eyes shone as he felt her body reaching a tipping point.  Elam would either come for the first time while he drank her or pass out.  Ferox had never drank from Elam this much in one go.  He had always stopped before she had the chance to climax.  She didn’t realise, but he did it on purpose.  Their agreement had been friendship, not lovers, so Ferox made sure that he never made her come.  But that didn’t stop him pushing her limits.  Every vampire knew that the more pleasure the meal felt, the better the taste.  Elam was no exception to this rule, though it was her frustration that satisfied him.  That was the real reason he told her not to masturbate.  It was true that s*x changed and sometimes tainted the blood, but self-pleasuring didn’t take away from the sweetness of a virgin’s blood.  No, sometimes having them pleasure themselves beforehand added to the taste.  But Ferox derived enjoyment from Elam’s frustration, her stubbornness.  You see she had never begged him, like now she had moaned his name, but she was too stubborn to beg for release.  She even stayed fully clothed, simply wearing a dress or skirt that could be hiked up for him to access her thigh.  The amount of times she had gone home with soaked underwear or brought a spare pair to change into was too many for him to count.  Even now laying on the bed with her dress pulled up, her heart racing, breathing laboured and underwear dripping wet she was refusing to beg.  She was so close to her climax; he could taste it.  He considered letting her come so that she had something to think about while she was way, but at the last seconded thought better of it and stopped feeding.  Sealing the cut, he looked up at her, eyes unfocused from the intense pleasure and blood loss she looked ready to pass out. 

Using his speed, he rushed to the kitchen and back bringing some warm honey water.  Propping her head up on his thigh he coaxed Elam to drink and regain some of her strength.  Seeing her state, Ferox started to regret pushing her so far.  He knew that it wasn’t need that caused him to do it, he could still secure food with her gone.  He pushed her because he wanted to punish her. It had been Elam that pushed for a friendship between them, and as much as he loathed the thought of being friends with a human, he had come to enjoy her company.  It was probably because she never asked too much of him, seeing each other mostly when he fed or if she needed to scare away a suitor.  Now she was going to leave for 6 months and was acting like it wasn’t a big deal, like he hadn’t been a major part of her life for a decade.  Ferox began to feel a conflict of emotions, angry at Elam for her callous and casual attitude toward their friendship and disgusted with himself for caring as much as he did.  She was a mere human who would die and leave permanently from this world, getting attached was stupid and while 10 years was a large part of her live, it was only a moment in his.  Why should it affect him more than her?

He continued to feed her the honey water until her eyes became a bit more focussed.  Gone was her usual stoic look replaced by an amusing mix of frustration and ecstasy.  Her grey eyes wandered and met his ice-blue eyes, still too weak to move Elam grumbled at him, “you said you’d take more than usual, not that you’d take me to the brink of death.” He smiled down at her, it was so rare to get reactions like this from her. “Don’t exaggerate,” he chided, “the brink I brought you to wasn’t death, or you wouldn’t have enjoyed it that much.” She scoffed at him, brave little human, “You and I both know that the pleasure is a way to distract your meal from their death. You are too closely related to the succubi for me to believe that I wasn’t in danger tonight.” He growled at her; she knew he didn’t like to be compared to those creatures.  They fed on someone’s soul, their very lifeforce, being fed on them meant you shortened your life.  When a vampire fed, as long as they were responsible, their meal could live a full life. In her current state his growl didn’t have the desired effect of warning her not to push her luck, instead he saw a shiver running down her body and smelt a fresh wave of wetness pooling in her underwear.  His eye’s started turning onyx again, still looking into her grey eyes he saw a flicker in them and noticed her lips part almost expectantly.  Realising a line might be crossed soon he closed his eyes and concentrated on calming himself.  She was delirious from the heavy feed and he was high from her blood, neither of them in a right state of mind.  “Could you get me something to eat Fer?” she asked breathily, not yet in control of herself.  Needing an excuse to leave for a moment anyway Ferox grunted in agreement, moving her to be resting on the pillows he went to the kitchen. 

Once Elam had regained some of her strength and her normal composure, she used the guest bathroom to shower and change into the sweatpants and oversized jumper she always wore at his place.  Her blonde hair was damp and curly, her appearance so far from what she showed the outside world.  Ferox knew that it was only because she considered him a friend that she allowed herself to relax this way around him.  Some of his earlier frustration eased when reminded that he was the only one that saw this side of her. 

Elam plopped herself down next to him munching on a carrot stick.  “so, what are we doing tonight? TV, board game?” She said between bites, shivering slightly.  Ferox pulled Elam to him, putting a blanket on top on top of her and wrapping an arm around her, “El you’ll catch a cold if you don’t keep warm after a feeding, how many times do I need to tell you that?” He couldn’t understand why she insisted on shivering silently instead of just saying she was cold. Elam placed her head on his shoulder and sighed, “Fer, you’re the one who told me to never initiate physical contact with a vampire.” Annoyed Ferox tapped the side of her head, “I meant with other vampires, they would get the wrong idea.  I know you and we are friends; I’m not going to get the wrong idea if you need so borrow some body heat.” Ferox huffed exasperation, “Also, why am I always the one that has to choose what we do?” “Because if I choose and it’s not what you wanted to do, you’ll whine. Whereas I don’t care what we do, I’m just happy for the company.” Elam said in a matter-of-fact tone.  Grabbing another carrot stick from the bowel in Ferox’s lap.  Ferox growled at Elam, “I don’t whine.” But Elam just gave him the smallest smile as if to say, ‘Whatever say whiny vampire’. “We’re watching a movie then” Ferox said, trying to sound reasonable, but it came out as a grumble.

During the second movie, Elam had fallen asleep and at some point, had crawled into his lap cuddling into him seeking warmth.  He looked down at her sleeping face, her small hands clutching his shirt, thinking that he really was selfish.  She was beautiful; a small straight nose, plump pink lips, high cheek bones framed by soft blonde waves.  A natural beauty with proportioned curves.  If it wasn’t for his selfishness she could be married to another successful and attractive human.  She would be loved and sexually satisfied, maybe even starting her own family.  Yet her he was keeping her, a controlled and boring life in exchange for some frustrating pleasure and hanging out as friends.  All it would take is for him to push her away for her to have a better life.  Yet here he was, not wanting to let her go and not willing to give her more.  What if these 6 months away from him opened her eyes to how unfair their friendship was?  What if she met someone and they gave her everything he wouldn’t?  He wondered if he should make her late for her flight tomorrow, then they could stay like this as long as she was alive. 

He sighed, knowing that his plan wouldn’t work, she’d still go on this trip.  Elam had already taken long service leave from her work, everything was set.  He carefully lifted her from the couch and took her to the guest bedroom.  Laying her down and tucking her in, he left a soft kiss on her forehead before retreating back to the living room. 

He looked around his apartment, noting how different it was when he first moved in.  The penthouse used to look like something out of an architecture magazine, cold, efficient and sterile.  Now there were soft furnishings, fresh flowers on the coffee table and side boards, photo frames with actual pictures in them, scented candles and even a few plush toys.  The most drastic change though was the vibrant paintings now adorning the majority of the apartment’s walls.  He laughed to himself, Elam didn’t even live here and yet the place had gradually changed to suite her tastes.  She used to joke that the place was so cold that he was like a cliché vampire from the movies, residing in his ivory high tower above the livestock that was the human race. Ferox looked out of his ivory tower to the city, buzzing and pulsating like it had since the modern era, then he turned to a painting that was by far the largest in the apartment. It took up a whole wall 3m by 3m; it was his favourite.  To the untrained eye it was just a beautiful painting of roses, but he knew the secrets it hid.   

Ferox was lost in his own thoughts until he heard her moaning.  So soft at first, that he almost thought he’d imagined it.  But then it became more urgent, the only heard El sound like that during feeding.  Ferox was enraged, who would have the audacity to break in here and feed off his El.  He was in the bedroom in an instant ready to destroy the intruder.    

But there was no one there.  Only El. 

El, sweating and fisting the sheets as she twisted and turned in agonising pleasure.  So, this what happened before their last feed.  He stood over the bed watching her intrigued, watching as her reactions became more intense, more violent.  Her jumper had ridden up enough for him to see the twitching muscles in her core and the beads of sweat that seemed to dance each time she moaned.  He felt his fangs elongate and his eyes turn onyx as he tried to control himself, show some restraint despite this delicious scene before him.  He wondered who she dreamed of, was it him?  Because he had left her frustrated, was her mind making it up to her by having him finish the job in her dreams?

He wasn’t going to lie, the thought of being not only in her waking hours but her dreaming ones pleased him.  If their time together consumed her so much, then the 6 months away from him would be difficult for her.  Yes, he liked that idea.  Ferox decided to take a seat next to her, he wanted to watch as she came.  He was tempted to remove her clothes to get a better view of the whole event but decided that an outside touch could wake her. 

Just as she climaxed Elam uttered 3 words that shattered Ferox’s nice evening viewing…

“Who are you?”