“Luck? Who believes in luck? You don’t need luck if you’re good.”
“I guess I don’t need luck then, because I’m just good.” He smiled, barring his two biting teeth.
“No, I guess you don’t then.” She gave him a sly smile, then grabbed him and pulled him on top of her. She ripped off his coat and he unzipped her tight leather shirt. He leaned in closer and kissed her neck. Then bit the other side of her neck, drawing dark blood, she gasped then sunk her nails into his back.
“You do that all the time, but each time it gets me.” She tore into his back, also drawing blood, but not as deep.
“Because I always bite just a little harder than you can bare. You like the thrill of it” A quick trickle of blood ran down her neck, onto her chest, then off of her chest onto the bed.
“You’re going to need some new sheets after this.” He kissed her lips with his bloody mouth.
“Yes, I know. I could care less though. Uhhngg” She grabbed his biceps and squeezed tightly, drawing more blood. His blood began to trickle onto his bare chest, then drip and mingle with her blood, which had pulled on hers. Her breathing became more rapid and her pulse increased. He let himself drop down onto her, blood mixed with blood, skin touching skin. He kissed her neck, then moved to her arms, then backtracked to her lips, their mixed blood on his lips. She wrapped her arms around him and squeezed, pressing them closer together. She rolled him over, and then sat up on her knees. She pulled her hair around to infront of her, covering them both with it. It became matted and tangled with the blood, but she didn’t care. She leaned onto him and bit his chest, not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to cause pleasure. She could feel his heart beating rapidly, letting her know that he was liking this pain. She began to kiss his chest, in a pentagon shape, across it. His breathing became deeper. She rubbed along his chest and stomach, then wiped her hair across him. She then leaned down and kissed his neck, through her blood-matted hair, then kissed his lips. She playfully scratched down the length of his arms, then on his sides. He grabbed her sides then turned her over on her back, her eyes burned with lust as he starred directly into them. She let out a moan, then laughed.
“You’re a bad girl, you know that?” Drek said to her
“Yea, I know, but I like being bad, you like me bad too.”
“No, I don’t like you bad, I like you even worse.”
Her hands moved to her leather pants, which she unzipped and shifted out of them. Then she moved to his. She buttoned them and unzipped them and began to shimmy him out of him when she heard a voice in her head.
“Now, now Beyth, you know you shouldn’t have that much fun before a big job!” It was Kathrayn, who had been psychically monitoring the emotions of her general
”Aww, can’t I just a little?” Beyth pleaded. Her face showing a frown, Drek backed off a little seeing this, knowing she was talking to the Queen.
“No! I know how you like blood mixed with sex. You’re probably covered in it right now aren’t you?” Her voice becoming stern
”Just a little” Normally she wouldn’t be able to hide such a blatant lie, they were practically swimming in each others’ blood, but she was an excellent mental liar.
“Good, I suggest you either send him home, or tell him to stop, then get some sleep. We do have a mission to do tomorrow.”
Her eyes pleading, even though she knew it would do no good, she answered slowly and disappointedly
“Yes ma’am.”
“Good, see you at sundown.” She broke the mental link.