Keep Me 2
"Come out, little Angel." He finally says, watching as I appear before him. I do not know where we are, only that it seems to be a large bedroom with a huge bed and many shelves filled with books. I assume that it is his room but I say nothing, standing before him and keeping my eyes carefully trained on the floor.
He sheds his cloak and steps closer, circling around me until he is stood behind me, where he stops. For a moment I wonder what he is going to do to me, then I shiver as he gently runs his fingers over my wings, the white feathers trembling under his touch.
"Each breed has a power, what is yours I wonder?" He muses, his hands moving down to rest on my hips just above the cotton skirt I wear.
"I can grant you a wish," I say quietly, the weight of his hands on me making me tremble. "Tell me what you desire."
He laughs deeply and I gasp as his hands move down to slip off the cloth that hangs at my hips, letting it fall to the floor and turning me to face him.
"I desire you." He murmurs, then pushes me back on to his bed.
I lie still beneath him as he crawls over me, his fingers tracing the tattoos on my neck as he takes off his shirt and drops it to the floor beside the bed. I close my eyes and give a shaky breath of both fear and pleasure as he leans down and kisses my throat, his razor sharp fangs brushing against my skin making me hold my breath and freeze, afraid that he will bite me. I have never been bitten by a vampire before; I do not think I would live through it.
I let out my breath in a shuddering gasp as his fangs leave my throat and he bites gently at my shoulder, leaving a slight mark but not breaking the skin. I try to be still as his cool lips move down my chest and close over one of my nipples but I cannot keep from writhing in pleasure at his touches. I have never felt this way before, as though my skin is burning. Nobody has ever touched me this way, how can Shido live without this once he has felt it?
"P-please..." I whimper at the feeling of his strong hands on my thighs, my blood on fire. But he will not rush, he is taking his time. His hand closes around me slowly and I cry out, my hips arching up from the bed and my head falling back. I cannot bear it! I choke out his name, pleading for more, but he just smirks down at me and runs his tongue up my bared throat to my chin, where he nips at my burning skin gently then kisses my lips.
I whimper into his mouth for him to take me, before I die from wanting it so much. All I can think of is that I need to feel him inside me, I need him to tear into me and claim me as his own. He licks my throat like a cat and I can tell he is amused at my pleading gasps, his hands running all over me and touching every inch of my skin. It is his... all of it is his. Everything I have, everything I am... He can have it all, but I cannot bear to wait anymore!
Feeling my wings rustle behind me, I arch up against him and spread my legs. Taking pity on me, he gives a deep chuckle of laughter and buries an elegant hand in my green hair, forcing my head back and poising his fangs at my throat once again. I tremble, wondering if he will bite me and if I will survive it, and feel him lifting one of my legs. Then, in one sharp thrust, he buries himself inside me and I scream in agony. He seems to like that because he begins to purr, clamping his jaw down and sinking his needle-sharp fangs into the skin of my throat. I freeze at the new pain, my whole body tense as a coiled spring, and all I can hear is my heart beating wildly in my ears. I can see my own blood before my eyes, I can feel it rushing through my veins frantically and I can feel it leaving me to feed him. His lips are so warm on my neck, and my whole body tingles.
The pain fades after a while and all I can feel is a dizzy rush of pleasure washing over me, forcing strangled gasps from my lips. I expect him to drain me until it kills me and I return to the pendant, but instead he breaks off and licks at the wounds he has left, the flow of blood slowing so that only a few drops slide down my pale skin and stain the sheets crimson.
He looks down at me, licking my blood from his lips, and seems to like the sight of me helpless beneath him. Still keeping his golden eyes locked with mine, he begins to move inside me and I breathe heavily, trying not to let my eyes slide closed. He is so beautiful... So perfect. All I ever wanted was to be beautiful like him, and he makes me feel as though I am. I hope he will keep me forever, let me be his pet. I would do anything for him. Even if he killed me now and crushed the pendant, I would still adore him and want to be his. His eyes are so intense, I feel as though they are burning into me. It feels so good... He is moving over me, his eyes watching every gasp of pleasure that leaves my lips and keeping me still beneath him. I want to cry out and arch myself against him, let my eyes slide closed and beg him not to stop, but I can only lie here, pinned by his golden gaze. I can make no sounds other than the little gasps and soft moans he forces from me, even though all I really want to do is scream in pleasure. It feels so good to have him fill me over and over, pushing me closer to the edge with each thrust. I can feel it building inside me and I feel as though I am teetering at the edge of a cliff, almost afraid to let myself fall. But I can see in his eyes that he wants to watch me.
I finally let my eyes slide closed and throw my head back, crying out wordlessly as the ecstasy overwhelms me. I feel as though I am drowning, fighting for air beneath the waves when all I really want to do is turn around and swim deeper until I am lost. All I can see is white, a bright, perfect nothingness that slowly begins to fade to deep red as I begin to come to my senses a little.
He is panting slightly above me when I open my eyes, though I did not notice him finish. He looks pleased, I am glad he was not disappointed. Pulling out of me and leaving me feeling incomplete, he gets up from the bed and moves over to his discarded shirt, picking it up. I think he is going to get dressed, but he pauses for a moment and turns to run his eyes over me, then takes something from the pocket of the shirt. I watch him, my eyes widening as he opens his hand to reveal my pendant, dangling from the chain, which is held between his fingers. I cannot breathe... Is he going to break it? He holds my life in his hand; he could send me to the abyss right now. I freeze and watch him closely, saying nothing and not daring to move an inch. I am terrified. I do not want to go back to the darkness. I do not want to be without him.
Smirking at me, he takes the pendant and looks at it for a moment, cocking his head to the side a little in thought. Then, finally, he slips it around his neck and the gem falls to rest against his heart. I can feel it beating, deep inside my soul.
Then, giving an amused little chuckle, he moves back to join me in the bed and I curl up against his chest. I am happy. I know now that he will keep me, and I do not need to fear anymore. I know that he will look after me. After all, I am his pet now.
The End