Hana’s grip on his shoulders tightened. She kept her eyes closed, hoping that it would help the dizziness go away and she didn’t open them again until he brushed the side of her face with his hands. She smiled weakly at his praise. She slowly raised her head from off his shoulders. Her dark eyes, which had deepened in color, looked into his blue ones, “Yes, sir, I’d like to go back inside. It’s starting to get cold.”
And with her reply, he scooped her up from his lap and with his arms holding her body, he stood up from his seat and turned to walk back inside the house. But instead of taking her to her room, he took the hallway pass the kitchen and into the door that lead to the underground level of the house where his room - which during the day he always locked - was located. Walking down the steps, he noticed how he yet again, ruined another one of her good shirts. No matter, he thought to himself. He’d just buy her a new one. Reaching the room, he gently placed her on his bed and stood straight up to take his shirt off which was also stained and tossed it on the floor. “Would you like to rest?” He said as he sat on the bed right next to her, the fingers in his right hand ran up and down the length of her arm until they found her wrist, the one he hadn’t fed on yet.
Hana hooked her arms underneath his shoulders as he pulled her close to his body. Her hands held on to his shoulders and her head was cradled in his hands. She took a deep breath as he leaned closer to her neck and within seconds his fang boor down into her flesh and he began to hungrily feed on his pet. She didn’t flinch as it only felt as if a small needle had pierce her flesh. She could feel the warm liquid ooze down her throat and down her chest, but she remained still as he continued to feed, pausing in order to clean the blood off of her chest, but he failed, only to make an even bigger mess, smearing even more blood on her body and then there was the blood from her open wounds, which he returned to. She let out a groan, her eyes fluttering. She felt lightheaded and somewhat dizzy, as she usually did if he fed too much on her. She rolled her head forward, once he came to a stop, resting her head against the crook of his shoulders.
Rolling his lips into his mouth, Fierro swallowed the last mouthful of blood as the pet’s head rested between his neck and shoulder. He knew she was had gone weak and although he would love to drink more from her, he knew when to stop. Keeping a hand on her back for support, he raised the other and brought it to his face, wiping his lips with the back of his hand before cradling her head once more. Brushing the side of her face that was turned to her with his lips, he whispered, “You did well…” And kissed her cheek. “Would you like to go inside?” He asked as his hand that held her back ran smoothly and lazily along her spine. He kissed her once more as he felt her heartbeat against his chest.
The act was quite bold for her, but she had no shame or regrets in doing it. It had been so long since they had been like this, that she wanted things to be done right this time around. She wanted to please him, as she knew should and she wanted to please him. He had been so good to her, before and after he became her master. She wanted to make him happy and proud to have claimed her as his own. Her lips parted as he pulled her close, lips hovered over each other for a brief moment before locking in a kiss. She welcomed his tongue into her mouth, her own tongue darted out, brushing against his fangs. She could taste the metallic flavor of her blood. It was both pleasant and unpleasant, but she was too turned on to really care either way. She let out a groan as he pulled away, kissing his way down to her neck, when this time she let out a moan and leaned closer to him. Whether it was for anticipation of him biting into her or just to be closer, to her the reason didn’t matter.
He cradled her body in his arms, preparing her for the up-coming feeding. With the way he devour her blood, he knew she would be quite weak. He wanted to have a perfect grip on her for support and also to fully mold her body into his for her warmth. And with her chest pressed against his, he could sense her beating heart. His mouth carefully opened and positioned right on top of her outstretched neck. He slightly tilted his head back before swiftly bringing it back in, his fangs slicing quietly into her flesh, the skin ripping sounded like music in his ears. His lips locked around the fresh wound and with a moan he started to feed… His left hand held her firmly on the back while the other caressed her head as continued to drink. Mouthful after of mouthful of blood and he still couldn’t have enough of her. The red liquid then spilled in one corner of his mouth, dripping down her chest. He groaned at the sight and left her neck with his tongue following the trail of blood that stained her skin all the way down to her full chest. He made an even bigger mess attempting to clean her then decided he hadn’t had his fill and again pierced the same wounds with his fangs. This time, he drank much slower, putting himself under control. Gradually bringing himself to a stop. He wouldn’t want to accidentally kill his favorite pet now, would he?
Hana turned her body so that she faced him more. She couldn’t help but chuckle lightly as a bit of her blood leaked from the corner of his mouth. He was always quite the messy eater, not that she minded. Sometimes the fact that she didn’t mind that at all, seeing sometimes they would both her covered in her blood, should scare just about any normal human being, having lost so much blood in such a short period of time, but it never mattered to her. At first she did panic, worried she could faint or that she’ll loose too much blood to recover properly, but she always seemed fine an hour or two after a session of feeding. She returned his smile, raising her free hand to his face thumbing her blood off the side of her his mouth. She pulled the hand he hand he fed on back and smeared the red liquid across his lips.
Maybe it was the ritual they were performing, the sacred act of consuming blood that allowed him to live for as long as he have - the same act that encouraged the pet to be bold, coloring her lips with her own blood. Or maybe it was the moment, their senses entwining as they shared the experience, him affecting her as much as she did him. His body was too aroused to question anymore as to what caused her action, his mind focused on the smell of blood that awakened each and every of his senses. Letting go of her wrist, he raised his big hand, his palm enclosing around her neck, pulling her close so he could taste her blood-flavored lips. His mouth hovered over her lips, nose touched the tip of her nose, staring in her eyes in the dark before slowly pressing his lips on hers. He teased her mouth open with his tongue, his sharp fangs gently scraping the sides of her mouth. He wasn’t worried, he had always been careful when handling her and any wound he made sure he helped heal before letting her retire to her room. As long as she didn’t complain, he allowed his fangs nipped at her skin, and her lips were no different. After licking her lips clean, he kissed her chin then her jawline before pressing his lips on her neck.
She watched him carefully, studying his every move. She wasn’t sure why she was doing it. It wasn’t like she was going to uncover some secret about him or learn something new. Maybe it was because she just liked to watch him. Everything he did, he did with so much care. The way he had taken her on his lap, the light kisses on her arm as he breathed in her scent, and now, even with the extension of his fangs after she brushed her hair aside revealing a nice thick vein, he didn’t slice into her neck and devour her, like she knew most other vampires did. Yet, he took his time, inhaling her essence to have it linger in his nasal cavity, allow his hunger to grow then he would feed. The longer the wait the finer the taste would be. That’s what she had imagined it was like when she watched the way he reacted to her. She continued to watch him as he brought her wrist to his lips, kissing and licking the skin before biting down into it. She didn’t flinch or whimper, she never did. It didn’t hurt, big or little bites. Her eyes locked with his as he fed on her.
He moaned in delight as the first taste of her blood wet his awaiting mouth. He had longed for this moment even when he was away and had several pets to quench his thirst. Her blood had such flavor that every drop of it must be savored. He filled his lungs with air, the action truly unnecessary, before he completely locked his lips around the small of her wrist. Her veins pulsed blood into his mouth commanded by his slow, gentle sucking. Steady, he fed on her, her rich blood filling his mouth that it spilled in the corner of his lips. As always, he was one messy eater and he knew before he starts with her neck, they both would be covered in red. He didn’t mind of course. He could always lick her body clean. And he didn’t think she would mind one bit. Lifting his head, he slowly pulled away from her wrist, tilting his head back to swallow the liquid that brought such excitement to him. As her blood glided down his throat, it warmed him up. He again brought her wrist to his mouth only this time, he lazily licked her wound clean, smiling at her as he run his tongue from her wrist all the way to the middle of her palm before playfully biting one of her fingers.
She knew he was hungry. Very hungry. She could see it in his eyes, and she could sense it. She didn’t know how but she did, not that she minded. She always gave herself to him willingly when he wanted her and she never fought him. Her raised right hand and gently touched the side of his face as he nuzzled her upper arm. She smiled at him, “I am a little but I’ll be fine, sir. Don’t worry about me. I enjoy the cold very much.” She lowered her arm and gathered her hair up into a ponytail and swung it over her right shoulder, exposing her neck to him. She didn’t say anything, she simply turned to look at him. Perhaps it was naughty of her to tease him like that, but she knew he held back from feeding on her, for whatever reason that was she wanted be ready for him.
The signs that told him she was ready to be fed on were apparent through her actions; the way she gazed down at him, her hands carefully gathering her long dark hair to put to the side, giving him a good view of her face and neck… They all told him that she was ready for him. But, more than anything, it was her pulse, her steady breathing that confirmed she had no doubts about obeying him. She, after all, was one of the rare pets he’d had that appeared serene and almost always ready to give herself to him. Although at one point, he learned that the best tasting blood was drank from someone who was full of fear, he couldn’t deny the fact that her willingness to have him drink from her was exciting; somewhat addictive… Intoxicating. His fangs were released with a silent flick immediately after her neck was exposed to him. His eyes darted to that beating vein running along her smooth neck and his thirst grew stronger by the second. Like the beating heart encased in her chest, his thirst pulsed, steady in the beginning but gradually taking phase as it intensified. But he’s an old vampire and he mastered the art of self-control long before he realized it was something he needed to learn to not only to survive but to remain at the top. And so he took his time… He held her left wrist delicately between the thumb and forefinger of his left hand and brought its palm to his cold lips. Her warm skin brushed against his mouth, a moan of delight formed in his throat at the quick sniff of her sweet scent. “Have I told you your blood’s one of the best I’ve tasted so far?” He whispered in the semi-darkness, his words kissed her small wrist. Teasingly, he stuck his tongue out, wetting the skin on her wrist before testing a light bite, his blue eyes never leaving her darker ones.
Hana smiled, turning to look at him, seeing his hand outstretched to her, and commanding she sit next to him. Without question or hesitation, she rose out of her seat, grabbing the drink she had set on the floor and made her way over to him. She took his hand and sat down next to him. She wondered what would come next now, even though she had an idea of what was to come. He was hungry, and if what he said to her in the kitchen was true, and he craved for her blood, then he would be feeding on her. She wasn’t nervous or scared, she never was. It didn’t hurt her when he bit down into her flesh, something she found oddly surprising. She always imagined being fed on would be a painful and unpleasant experience, but in fact that wasn’t the case at all. She remained quiet sitting beside him waiting to see what he would do next.
His gleaming eyes stared at her as she rose up from her seat to approach him, taking his hand. Without letting go of her hand he let her take the chair next to him only to change his mind; he got her up from the seat and effortlessly sat her on his lap. Her scent immediately filled his nostrils and his body ached to feed, his taste buds tickled by the memory of how her blood tastes that his fangs almost instantly teased to withdraw. Nuzzling his left upper arm, he inhaled her, his lips gently grazing her skin as he did so. “Are you cold?” He asked, looking up to meet her eyes. He wasn’t, but he sensed the low breeze carried by the water hitting the side of her face. His hands held her by the upper arms as he waited for her response.
She kept her eyes on him, as he moved towards her, responding to her inquiry. Sometimes she found it very hard to look away from him. It was as if every time he spoke or looked into her eyes, he held her captive within her own body and mind. Sometimes the thought of someone having that much power over her scared her greatly, but she knew that Fierro would never abuse his power over her. He was protective of her and her cared about her, or so she would like to think. She trusted and knew him well enough anyway to not have a doubt in her mind that he wasn’t that kind of vampire. “I’m glad to hear that you enjoy the taste of my blood, master,” she said finishing the rest of her pasta. She watched him walk out of the kitchen and head towards the porch. She set her now empty bowl aside and sliding off the kitchen counter. She gathered her dirty dishes and went over to the sink and started to wash them, then turning to the stove and counter area to clean up and put away the food she had eaten. Once the kitchen was clean and the food properly stored away, she made her way out onto the patio taking a seat in one of the wooden chaise lounge chairs. She placed her drink on the ground and stretched out, arms raise above her head, her feet stretched out, toes flexing. She looked up at the sky, “It’s a beautiful night tonight.”
The skies were clear of clouds and stars adorned it that he didn’t need his heightened sense of sight to clearly see all around him. The light from the skies reflected on the water’s surface, hypnotizing him as he stared at it. The slow, gentle motion of the waves was calming that he didn’t notice the young pet walking out to where he sat and settled herself in one of the lounge chairs. Only when her scent filled his nose that he looked her way and smiled at her comment. “It is…” He said to her. “Come here,” he commanded her as he held out a hand. “Sit next to me…”
She smiled at him as she chewed her food nodding her head in reply. “You’re right,” She said once she swallowed. There were some really shady vampires out there who only cared for the hunt or just wanted to feed and they didn’t care who or what they fed on. She had been quite lucky not to be threatened or attacked by other vampires while he was away, but that didn’t mean she should take advantage of her luck and get herself into trouble or worse, killed. Especially if Fierro wasn’t there to protect her. “I understand, sir. I won’t go out when you’re resting.” She continued to eat quietly, savoring her food and reflecting on what he had said. Her head snapped up and she turned to look at him, forgetting to ask him the most basic of questions. One that she should have asked right away when he got back, “Are you…hungry? I know you’ve been away for a while. I don’t know if you’ve eaten or not…”
Fierro simply nodded at the pet’s reply. The pet’s obedience was one of the things that attracted him to the young human. Other than the fact that she was stunning and had the most amazing emerald eyes, she was polite and obeyed his orders. At the same times she wasn’t afraid to speak her mind around him. He still yet to enjoy her company thoroughly but he had a feeling they would get along well. There was no doubt he satisfied his needs; her blood was exquisite and by far the tastiest he’ve had. The thought of feeding on her once again woke up the thirst that instantly took over him when he rouse not so long ago. And as if reading his mind, she asked if he had eaten. A smile appeared on his lips and nodded at the young pet, his eyes fixed on her face as he advanced where she sat comfortably. “But of course, pet,” he said in a smooth voice, his eyes glistened thinking of the times he’d fed while he was away. “I was gone for more than a month. I might be old and doesn’t need that much blood to survive but I have to admit I enjoy feeding…” Tilting his head to the side, he reached out and lightly touched her soft, rosy cheek with his finger. “But none of the humans I’ve fed on could be compared to you,” he then added, keeping that smile on his face as he spoke the truth. “No rush now… Enjoy your meal. I can wait. After all, I’m a very patient man,” he said as he turned to walk out and into the porch where he settled in a wooden chair facing the water. He looked up and watched the star-lit skies as he waited for the pet to come out and join him…