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Ira jerked his head up, bringing him back into the present with her lips pressing against his, her tongue roaming his mouth. He tried to pull back, jerking his head only for her to bite down hard. A sharp groan filled her mouth as she swallowed his scream and drank in the mixture of saliva and blood. She chuckled, the sound reverberating through his mind as her tongue ran over his, feeling the deep wound slowly fill back with muscle tissue. She pulled back, still holding his thick, wet locks of hair in her grip, "How did that feel, Sweetie?"
…She was calling him Sweetie again.
His eyes fluttered, attempting to wave away the warmth he felt. It couldn't have been from Ira's deep voice, that sultry pet-name they used to call each other. No, the heat must've been from the stars that glittered before his eyes from her ferocious bite, "Aw…Awful…"
He trembled as she laughed again, her titanium claws still gripping his hair while her right hand stroked his chest, feeling his warmth, "…I don't believe you."
Her nails dug into his chest, making him flinch before she ripped down at the angle. Angry scratches tore through his skin and ripped another howl out of him, crimson leaking down his flesh, salt from sweat making the fresh lacerations string. As if it a thousand needles were stabbing him all at once.
His back arched sharply, his shoulders close to the point where the joints would pop out of place. His vision was hazy, eyes rolling up and back as that pain brought euphoria, his nerves moaning as waves of pleasure crashed over him.
Ira moaned huskily, watching him, rapt with attention.
She always knew he was beautiful, but this was beyond her expectations, her dreams. She had once feared what the drug would do to him.
Now any and all doubt was wiped away with the image of him writhing, his mouth hanging open, his eyes partially closed with wet lashes fluttering with pure, bare Lust.
"I am impressed with how well you're healing. I could've sworn I almost saw bone peering through. Still, the wound is closing…" Ira stroked those closing welts, smearing vibrant reds and oranges against heated peach and porcelain skin.
"F-fuck…you…" Tristan winced at her touch, looking down towards her hands, towards where she marred him.
Tears spilled out as he saw the deep scar left behind.
He was able to heal, but the evidence of what she did to him was on permanent display. A tattoo ripped into his flesh from her fingernails. He shuddered as her hand, coated with his blood, ran over his cheek, smearing against his lips.
She smirked, her hot lips brushing against his cheek, "In due time. For now, I want to keep testing you."
"You-you mean...hurting…me…" Tristans' words trailed off into a reluctant moan as her index and middle finger sunk into his mouth, forcing him to taste his own blood. He bit down as hard as he could onto her fingers, tasting smoke and iron.
"Shut up," She murmured, barely registering the sensation of his teeth digging and gnawing on her skin. She only forced her fingers further, her skin peeling back from the friction of the bite, flooding his mouth with her tainted, roasting fluid. He gagged, trying to pull back, but she held his hair firm in her steel grasp. That monstrous prosthetic gave a sharp twist, yanking his head to the side and forcing out a gargled groan.
His cheeks and ears burned, his nipples achingly hard from the arousal that suffocated him.
How much more of this hell could he endure?
Ira pulled her fingers out from his lips, ash flickering from her fingers as all signs of his bite evaporated. She grinned, smearing blood and saliva over his face, "I am impressed. You have quite the lax gag reflex."
Tristan coughed, panting, shaking his head from side to side. He lifted his head slightly, managing the weight of the despicable collar on his neck, "Go…go to hell."
"I'll be there soon. I just want to spend my life here…with you." Her hand crept down from his chin, caressing his new scar on his chest. Her hand continued it's journey down his torso, his lean belly pushing in and out with his heavy breathing. Her grin widened as his hips arched towards her hand, beckoning her to touch where his pants were straining to keep him contained.
She moved her hand up, away from that throbbing bulge, her eyebrows lifting as Tristan grunted, his head turning away from her gaze, "I believe you when you tell me how much this hurts. However, you and I both know that pain is not all you feel. Is it?" She freed his head, letting it hang down before her steel fingers crept down to his stiff nipples.
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