Red Roses for Your Lover

“Now, let us test the limits of your cooperativeness.\"

Seras did not like the sound of that one bit. She felt that she’d already hit the limit. She’d been very cooperative, why wasn’t it enough? She pressed her lips together and tried to keep her face neutral.

Walter pulled her onto his lap. “This doesn’t have to be all bad, Seras. Count yourself fortunate that it enhances my pleasure when my partner enjoys herself.” He buried his face in her already wounded neck and continued speaking, “However, I also enjoy the idea of a completely unwilling partner, as that is a forbidden fruit I have never tasted.” Seras shivered at his casual implication that he’d enjoy raping her.

“We have already bargained for your cooperation, so you have the chance for the former experience rather than the latter.”

Rather than trust herself to speak, Seras stroked his unbound hair and kissed him on the forehead.

Walter licked the still unhealed bites on her neck before he turned his eyes up to stare at her. “Choosing the path of least resistance?” He laughed. “I’m almost disappointed.”

“Oh hush and show me how to do this.” Seras had decided that she’d rather have the experienced lover who was more like the Walter she knew than endure this strange new Walter.

“Kissing is generally a good place to begin.” They kissed, gently at first, escalating to an almost fierce exchange. Walter had pulled Seras tight against him on his lap and began to drift his fingers across her skin. She tangled her fingers in his hair to bring his lips in harder.

She winced and made a small noise when his fingers passed over the tracery he had left on her thighs and stomach. He withdrew from their kiss and lifted her off his lap to stand in front of him. He leaned in to examine his work. “It really is lovely, Seras. It’s a pity you won’t scar. They would leave a beautiful pattern. It’s hardly more extreme than the fad for body piercing and tattooing with youths these days.”

He leaned forward and ran his tongue across the marked flesh. Seras’ legs felt too weak to support her and she had to grab his shoulders to keep from falling. The contrast of the warm pain of the cuts with his cold tongue wasn’t awful, but neither was it pleasurable. He looked up at her, “With time, one can learn to appreciate the juxtaposition of pleasure with a spice of pain.”

“You’re the one who mentioned earlier that we don’t know how much time we have left. I can think of better ways to spend it than learning to enjoy that.”

“My dear, remember how old I am. Better than anyone, I appreciate how fleeting life can be. But we can save lessons on appreciating the inevitable for another time.”

With a last long lick across her stomach, he pulled her back onto his lap, this time straddling him. She could feel him firm under her in a very personal way. Shifting her hips did nothing to minimize the contact but did make him look at her with more heat.

Their kisses became more passionate, and after a time, Seras was overwhelmed with the pleasure of his mouth on hers, his body under her and his hands as they expertly touched her. She tried to emulate what he was doing, and was rewarded with signs she had already learned meant she was pleasing him.

Seras really couldn’t tell how long this continued. There came a point where she stopped worrying about anything beyond learning what to do with the man sitting under her. He guided her hips and she was able to slowly lower herself onto him, taking her time to push through the inevitable resistance of her first time. Walter watched her closely, memorizing the expression on her face as she moved herself on him. There’s only once for this moment, and he had seized it as his own.

Finally he was fully inside her. They sat on the bed while they both savored the intense sensations before Walter began to move gently under her. He murmured instructions in her ear as her actions became less tentative.

An endless time later, he put his hands on her hips and slowed her movement until they were sitting motionless on the bed. “Do you remember the proposition we tabled earlier?”

“What?” Was he asking her to think right now?

“Earlier. I asked you if being bitten really felt as good as you made it seem. You said you could bite me and I’d find out. I want you to bite me Seras. I want to know how good it feels.”

“But the agreement…” What are you trying to do to me?

“The agreement also stated that you would do what I require of you. You’ll still get the cup when we’re done, but I want you to bite me now. Do it, Seras. I want it.” He pulled her head against his neck. She could smell the blood so close to the surface and she was so hungry. He ground his hips against her; the shock of pleasure combined with her hunger and his insistence made resisting him impossible.

His body stiffened under her as she pierced the tender skin of his neck. Walter\'s cool blood filled her mouth and her hips bucked against his as the pleasure of finally having sustenance pulsed through her. He slowly relaxed into the bite and made a small noise in the back of his throat. It turned into a growl and she was taken entirely by surprise when his fangs reopened the wounds in her throat.

They sat, locked together more intimately than any human could achieve, while the ecstasy of feeding and being fed upon washed over them. The pleasure of it urged them to move together until first Seras, and then Walter, pulled away to find their way to a climax that left both of them collapsed on the bed.

Seras was still on top of Walter, her head against his chest, when his arms closed around her in the embrace she had had to ask for earlier.

“Seras?”

“Yes?”

“It really did feel as good as you made it look.”

“Yeah, but you took back everything I drank from you.” It was almost, but not quite, a pout.

“I can’t have you running off too quickly Seras, but you’ll still get your cup when I can get my legs under me again.”