Lyra's P.O.V

I lock the door. Hearing nothing at first, I walk over to the bed and sit down, slipping beneath the cover and slowly drifting off. After a while, I wake to a loud crash and shattering glass. Jumping to my feet, I rush over to the door, putting my hand on the handle before wincing, remembering her words. 

"When the blood moon rises, you must stay locked in the room, no matter what you hear. You cannot come out, understand me? Do not unlock the door, no matter what I say or do."

My hand rests on the handle as I hear her sweet, sultry voice in the back of my head. Lyra, my dear, open the door~ please; I'll make it worth your while. I whimper and step away from the door. That's unfair. You can use that influence against me. I hear her growl through the door. I go and sit on the bed, chewing my bottom lip. 

There comes another crash after a few hours of silence and no more baited thoughts. There's banging against the door and yelling from her for me to open the door. For some reason, I can't be bothered to be afraid; I'm just worried. I tried to go back to sleep but, unable to sleep from my restless thoughts, I try to distract myself with art - but that doesn't work either. I can't sleep without her...

 I hear sobbing coming from our living room...

She's crying... I want to check on her... but I shouldn't. I know I shouldn't, it's so stupid but... If she's hurt, I need to get there to help.

I walk over to the door and gently lay my hand on the handle and, as silently as I can, I open it.

The first thing I see is that the living and kitchen combination rooms are in shambles. Items are thrown everywhere as I look toward the couches to see her bundled up in wings. They are beautifully white with red bones. They resemble bat wings, if I place them from a specific animal. I slowly approach her on the couch as she sobs hard. It hurts to hear her so broken.

I sit next to her and pull her into a hug. Then everything happened so fast that it took a second for my brain to recognize what had happened. She pinned me to the couch, one hand capturing both my wrists above my head as her body pressed against mine. I feel breath against my neck as I feel her shaking. 

"I told you not to come out... You didn't listen to me.." Her voice is raspy and ravenous, shaking violently with the effort of holding back. She looks... Beautiful. Different, yes, but scarily beautiful. Hair wild and unkempt after the night's violence, her now inky sclera stark against her bright white eyes rimmed in red, her veins outlined in a deep black, painting delicate webbing across the pallor of her skin. I gently kiss her cheek as she relaxes, making her shiver and moan softly as I notice the smell of alcohol heavy on her breath. "You've been drinking alone? Next time, invite me." I feel her fangs scrap against my neck.

They're longer than usual. I can tell she needs to feed.

"You need to feed love." She shakes her head, incisively sniffing my neck as she growls and murmurs. 

"You're intoxicating... It's so hard to resist you... I don't want to feed on you in case I harm you." I wrap my legs around her waist, pulling her closer as the motion makes her knick my neck, causing a slight shock of pain. As I gasp, I feel her lick the small blood trail running down my neck. I say breathlessly, "Bite me..."  

She wasted no time in driving her elongated fangs deep into the side of my neck, letting off my wrists in favor of holding the back of my neck and waist. My pained whimper turns into gasps and moans as she bucks her hips against me, gripping my hip hard enough to leave bruises. 

Oh fuck here it comes; i-it's so strong...

The effect doubles as that same floating sensation comes in full force. I gasp as it sends me over the edge, already falling into the abyss of pleasure and servitude. She slips her free hand into my shorts, forcing them under my panties as her fingers roughly enter me, giving me no time to adjust. She starts roughly finger fucking me as she sucks my blood, eventually having enough self-control to pull off my neck, growling in response to my laments and cries. 

I try to arch my back to send her deeper as she hisses in response and forces me back down, shoving her fingers deeper, still getting what I wanted out of the action as I throw my head around and roll my eyes into the back of my head, pure ecstasy filling me to my core, the wooziness of just being feed on making my senses heightened and the pleasure feel so much better.  

After a while of her roughly pounding into my wet entrance, I climax, the hardest I ever have. Almost animalistic, she rips off the bottom half of my shorts and panties. I gasp as she uses her super speed to dash down in between my legs, slipping her long serpent-like tongue deep into my pussy as my hands go to her hair, gripping her beautiful black curls as I grind my pussy against her face. After another powerful orgasm, I collapse on the couch, panting hard as I stare up at the ceiling, spots in my vision. I hear her get up and walk over to the fridge, grabbing some water for the both of us and setting mine on the coffee table as I sit there and try to recover after what just happened. 

"Are you okay, my love?" My thoughts are jumbled as I nod and grab the water, chugging some of it as I set it back on the coffee table.  

"You just fucked the brains out of me..." 

I think I like this feral side of Asta. 

I sit up and look around for my shorts as I see they are in tatters on the arm of the couch. I lean my head against her shoulders, gently entwining my fingers with hers. She murmurs into my hair, the relief evident in her voice filled with near-tears, "Our first blood moon... Thank you, Lyra, for helping me." 

I giggle and kiss her cheek, still feeling the mental effect of my euphoria. "Anything for you, my sweet love; and beautiful wings, by the way." She laughs softly as we cuddle on the couch and fall asleep in each other's arms.