The young Lykoi had killed before without hesitation, though only once. It had been quick and clean and she had felt disappointment rush in when delight had not entered her system. The girl’s head was marred with twisted dreams and beliefs that did not cover the real thing. She had expected so much more when she had severed the trespasser’s throat, but she had been standing left with nothing. The slaughter of the grayscale male had brought the taste of bile to her mouth and sent her mind into a painful self destruction. Although it had never been her intention to be so, it had now been revealed that she had been too protected. With Halo there had been too much talk and not even close to enough action. Ah, when she had met Samael Lykoi in the city for the first time she had ached for him and his dark powers. The irony was not completely lost on her.
His eyes spoke of death and despite it all Halo thought she understood. She had not been strong enough. The lovely scalpel had not been used on a living wolf’s flesh. The farthest she had gone was when she had studied one of her rats’ anatomy. She had told him to stop and she had tried to run away. Although this was what the common individual probably would have done, this meant failure in her uncle’s eyes. Both of them were disappointed, but Halo was the one that had to die. His face lingered over her and a light shiver could not be avoided when she saw his face move mostly out of her sight to linger close to her throat – she could feel his warm breath against her electrified fur. Although it was a battle to keep her body still as she waited for her execution, she probably could not have moved an inch while under the spell of that remarkably atrocious gaze of his.
The girl had not yet understood that while she was still alive the worst thing that could happen had yet to occur. Air was sucked into her lungs in an involuntary hiss when her legs were forced apart. Her whole soul and body screamed soundlessly at the move that had been made. It was wrong in every way and despite her age and teasing ways she was still untouched in every way. Her body started to tremble uncontrolled and it was a proper challenge to choke the sobs that wanted to leap out into the blood soaked air. Salty, fat tears started to dance down her face in a quickly increasing stream of silent misery. The slaughter scene from mere minutes before started its replay and she barely managed to suppress a tormented moan when she felt humid hands travelling down her body and reaching for her most private parts.
The clawed hand resting against her abdomen was a constant reminder that her body only needed to suggest an incoming move before those sharp nails would dig into her belly. She could do her best at staying alive, but she could not fully control her body’s screaming need to defend against this unwelcome touch. Halo could feel the muscles in her legs slowly tense in distress, but despite the sickening need to thrash against the ground again to get away, his deadly hand somehow managed to keep her from tossing her whole self into the wild and senseless panic that pressed on to be released. Her tongue found the sharp points of her own teeth and she bit down, drawing blood instantly. Samael’s hands had been so gentle and loving the moment before he had turned Charon into a heap of meat and entrails.
Another more distinct tremble ran through her body when finger slid into her and he now knew. Her muscles tensed even more at that unwelcome invasion of her privacy. He knew now that she was all pretend and so fake in the deceiving games she loved to play with random males. Halo had tempted many men, but only for her own entertainment. Sex and everything closely associated with it was intimidating and had not appealed to her. Every moment she expected pain to toss her into oblivion, almost wishing for him to finish her off as quickly as possible. She knew what he was though – he knew how to make his victims suffer. She had been so unlucky to witness it moments earlier. Ruby eyes stared up into nothingness, and she could not bear to close them – knowing that other senses grew more sensitive and granted stronger reports when one sense was not in use.
Something happened, but not what the female had expected. Again; something worse. What was happening was not unpleasant in that sense – there was no pain – but it was that horrible anticipation, knowing that she was mere inches from death. And he was not welcome. An abrupt inhale sounded as her body reacted with surprise. This was a moister and warmer caress in the forbidden area, causing another involuntary move – a small flinch – to jolt through the girl. She was still battling to keep her body motionless, but her body emitted a strange sensation where – oh, god – his tongue swept over the sensitive flesh. She did not understand it, but she knew it was not right. She tried to push it away and protect her mind from what was happening to her body; wanted to leave everything behind and drift away into nothingness.
Ruby eyes twitched as she attempted to go somewhere else in her mind – unsuccessfully – as the male’s tongue kept massaging that surprisingly responsive area. Her leg twitched lightly without her bidding. It was as if he was imprisoning her mind inside her body; forcing her reluctant focus to whatever it was he was doing with it. The increasing pressure and movement from the male caused a small ripple to spike through her and she was unable to recognize the sensation. She gasped unintentionally and could not believe the treacherous feeling of a strange and new delight spreading from his escalating touch, against her will.
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