Nectar and Sweet Blood

“W– what?” I stuttered, “I’m not… aroused…” Obviously, it was a lie. But a hybrid couldn’t smell lies, right?

His fangs pressed into my skin, but not so much that they pierce me yet. Renald slipped one hand under my tank top. His touch burned my skin. And I could not deny that there was building anticipation.

He licked the spot again, sending chills all over me. I saw his eyes flashed red in an instant before he then plunged his canines to my skin.

I gasped.

I only heard the subtle crunching sound in my ears before I felt the stinging feeling coursing through me.

It hurt so badly. I moaned in pain, clutching Renald’s shirt without thinking.

He drew me closer. Then suddenly, he took out his fangs.

*Is it done?* I thought, *That’s fast.*

I heaved a sigh because… it was not as bad as I thought it would be. But then he whispered, “You can bite my shirt if it’s too painful.”

*What?*

He tongued my neck again, licking every drop of blood that trickled down. From the bottom tip of my collarbone to the bottom of my ear. His tongue felt cold on my skin, but the trails he left behind blazed me with a smoldering fire.

“Your skin is like butter, I can cut it open easily. Your blood tastes sweet but refreshing. Like sweet lemonade,” he whispered in my ear.

*Sweet lemonade?*

Unconsciously, I leaned toward his warmth. It was like his whispers had enthralled me to… want more. To desire more.

“See? You are attracted to us as we are to you,” he whispered again, “Don’t fight it.”

‘Huh, me? Attracted to this boy?’ I scoffed inwardly, but immediately knew that I was just lying to myself. He might not attract me when he had that innocent boy act on. But when he became this… sexy-husky-voice-vampire-slash-werewolf… I could feel my inner thighs getting wet. Or was the innocent boy an act to drop my guard lower and then he’d trap me with his actual personality?

*Shit.*

Then suddenly, without warning, he plunged his canines into my skin again. I gasped loudly at the feel of my skin being ripped open. This time, however, he went deeper with his fangs. Much, much deeper. I could feel the teeth reaching so deep into my muscles.

I took his advice to bite his shirt to stifle my groaning. He only went deeper with his teeth. Sinking them inside me until the roots. The smell of blood wafted in the air and in a second later, I heard slurping sounds next to my ear.

I bit his shirt harder, maybe even biting the skin underneath him.

What was alarming, however, was the hand going lower on my waist without me noticing. The moment I snapped to reality from the pain, the buttons of my jeans had been opened. And Renald’s hand had slipped underneath my panties to reach the flower between my thighs.

*Shit!*

I tried to move away, but his other hand clasped my waist. And instead, he sucked the blood from my neck harder. I moaned at the pain, finally realizing that he had fooled me. This was Renald’s trap all along. His hand rubbed my woman's garden as he kept on sucking my blood. Along with the pain, his strokes made my knees buckled with pleasure.

*Stop…,* I wanted to say. But then I realized that my mouth was stuffed with his shirt. And just before I could release my bite, his fingers entered me in one stroke.

My mind instantly melted. I did not know what to feel first. The pain from his bite or the growing pleasure below my waist. The sensations were all mixed into a convulsion of conflict inside of me. I writhed in his embrace. As my legs could not hold my weight any longer, I leaned into his body for support.

Just when I thought the worst –or the best –was over, he entered another finger. I felt my insides being stretched out as he moved those fingers.

*Shit!*

Perhaps I was still a little sensitive from my previous rendezvous with Michael. Or perhaps I was caught off guard by Renald biting me. But his fingering… was so good… And I was not easily impressed with men’s fingering skills. Well, the only other man who had fingered me was Xander. So, yes, Renald’s fingering transcended Xander’s.

*Beelzebub. If this keeps going, I will die out of pleasure.*

Suddenly, Renald took out his fingers, grabbed my waist, and put me easily on top of the table. Our position was easily reversed, with me lying underneath him. He still had his fangs on my neck as he pulled down my jeans to my knees.

After that, he took out his canines too. And though the pain lingered, I kind of felt a minor loss without his fangs. He licked the trailing blood on my skin clean. Looking at my eyes, he then put his fingers that still had my love juice dripping from it to his mouth. He sucked his fingers, creating a slurping sound as I tried to catch my breath from the pain. I had let go of my bite from his shirt.

“Oh, this is the most delicious thing,” he said. “Your sweet nectar with your sweet blood.” His eyes glinted with desire. “I want more, Ari.”

“M– more?” I asked. My brain had begun to feel dizzy. ‘How much blood has he had from me?’ I thought. “I don’t think I can give… more… I’m feeling anemic.”

“Not your blood,” he said while moving himself lower on my body. His face hovered just above my waistline that was bare for him as he had removed my jeans. He caressed the petals of my woman flower, giving electricity with every second his touch lingered. “I want more of this.”

Before I could say no, his tongue had assaulted me down below.

*Holy Beelzebub! His tongue is long!*

I moaned at the feel of his cold tongue entering me. He started slowly at first and then he moved so fast, like a drill inside me. I’m serious. His tongue moved like a drill. You know, some vampire and werewolf stuff where they have more strength and speed than humans? Yeah, that was what happened. His tongue moved inhumanely inside me.

“Renald!” I moaned his name, “Shit!”

I heard the sound of slurping again. He had cupped his mouth on my core and he was sucking the juices out of me while his tongue kept dancing wildly inside. I could not even fathom how it works too. My mind was blank and melted, okay. That was how it felt like.

Soon, he built my ecstasy to almost the brim. I started raising my hips slightly to meet his face, and I grabbed his brown hair too.

It was so good. Renald was very good at fingering and… tonguing? *Is that the right word*

Anyway, he was so, so good that I stopped wanting to make him stop. I did not want him to stop.

Perhaps Alexander was right. I was a slut. Just a day in the mansion, I had fucked an angel and made a hybrid suck my nectar. It was just that… things just happened like that. I did not plan to feel so horny whenever I’m around them. Never even knew that I was naturally attracted to them until Renald said so.

I guessed… it was the perk of being the Lady? Or perhaps… it was actually the curse…

I almost reached my climax with Renald’s tongue. My fingers started pressing his head slightly, unconsciously I wanted him to ravage me more. My head looked down, locking eyes with his. Looking at his face between my thighs made me feel hot.

“Renald, please…,” I begged. I was so close. “Make me cum.”

His eyes flashed with determination. It was only then I realized I had given him an order sentence. He had no choice but to obey me. And he did.

Renald started playing with my clit, which made my pleasure building much faster. He then replaced his tongue with his fingers. He increased his movement faster than before. Again, inhumane speed. He drilled into me.

And then he bit my clit.

I arched my hips at the sensation. I half moaned and half groaned in pain as I rode my second wave of ecstasy that day.

Renald immediately licked my clit to soothe the pain, sending jolts of electricity all over my body until the wave had died down.

Once he was done, he moved to hover on top of my face. He started licking my cheek and neck. The intense gaze he gave before had turned to the normal Renald’s boyish gaze. He licked me like a dog showing his owner affection after being given a treat. It tickled me, so I laughed.

He nuzzled his nose to my chest too. I never had a dog before, but I have seen one on National Geographic. I was pretty sure this particular dog wanted a pat. So I patted him on the head. He purred on my chest and snuggled closer.

“G– good boy…” I said.

Apparently, Renald liked that. If he was in his wolf form, I was pretty sure he would have been wagging his tail.

*Beelzebub,* I cursed, *Did a dog just make me cum?*

“Okay,” I continued, “Now describe to me what do you feel after drinking blood.” I pushed him to the side, put on my jeans again, also grabbed my notes and pen. Shaking off the ecstasy I just felt, I wanted to focus on my study. My legs felt weak though, so I decided to just sit on the desk questioning my experiment subject.
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