Page 25 of From Russia With Blood

The choking was cute for a moment or two, but I can’t have her dying until I’m ready. How stupid would it be to die on my cum? I leave her there once I watch spit start to drip out her mouth. Unless there's a change in her breathing pattern, I won’t have to check on her again until I’m through with her.

Again, the room is saturated with her fear, but I can’t wait any longer. My fangs descend as I come around and grip her hips, pulling them up into a doggy-style position before sliding a pulling under her stomach. Arousal drips from her pussy lips, just like her spit. For all her protestation, there’s now a physical response she just can’t hide. She wouldn’t be so wet for me if she wasn’t enjoying this.

I haven’t even touched her demanding cunt, and already her lips are swollen with blood, pulsing with need. She can’t even use the excuse that I caused trauma to her, causing her body to protect itself. Oh no. This is all her. She wants me with the same ache that I do her.

Trailing my fingers across her lower lips, I swirl them in the copious amounts of fluids practically pouring out of her. Again, she stiffens, and I smack her ass at her weak show of resistance. It’s not too early to start training her. When she sees me, her subconscious will know it’s better to submit than have me displeased.

I strike the other cheek, the sound reverberating in the quiet room. Katrina whimpers, but it’s a guttural begging and not a plea for me to stop. With her, I’ll have to find another way to entice her to be a good girl for me. Perhaps she’ll also need a lesson with the spikes, but knowing Jackson, he won’t go for it. Not that his opinion matters, but fury born of chivalry is usually the most dangerous.

Settling down on my back. I slide my thumbs along her inner lips before pausing at her clit. Her soft moans pepper the air as I tongue the hardened nubbin. She’s already gotten off several times tonight, and yet this greedy shlyukha is ready for more.

Lucky for her, I’ll never get tired or limp. I’ll always be just as greedy as she is. Already my cock starts to harden, but I can’t allow her to pleasure me that way until I’ve eaten my fill. Gripping her hips, I pull her back a bit until she slides off the pillow and onto my face. For the first time since I’ve been turned, I’m grateful I don’t have to breathe. Instead, I’m able to bury myself in her pussy and devour her until she’s had enough.

Her clit pulses against my tongue as I tease her mercilessly. Around and around, I circle her, never giving her the relief she needs. It’s only a fraction of the need she causes in me that I won’t be able to fully slake until I get her into Russia. She’s teased me from the moment she filled out that form, when she walked on board, tainting the entire cruise ship with her scent, and then having the complete audacity to speak to me in the dungeon.

The fact that I’m not outright killing her is a mercy and much better than she deserves. If she hadn’t intrigued me from the moment she appeared on my radar, this would be a much different conversation. Add in the complication of Jackson taking an interest in her, and Katrina went from a passing interest to a disaster waiting to happen. If I were a smarter man, I’d drain her right here and toss her overboard. No one would miss her.

Her one friend is so wrapped up in one of my underlings that she probably wouldn’t even know Katrina was gone until after docking back in America. That is if Markus even lets Lizzy step one foot back on this ship once he gets her into Russia. Until Katrina, I didn’t understand his frenzy, the all-consuming need to devour each other until two people become one. With her cunt on my mouth and her taste on my tongue, I’m finally starting to understand.

I would die for this mortal. Fuck killing for her - I’d kill whether she was a factor or not - but dying for her takes my obsession to a completely different level. I continue to feast, pouring myself into conveying my lust for her and her body. She quivers on top of me, and I can’t tell if the drugs are wearing off or if she’s able to fight past.

Rounding my lips around her clit, I suck it into my mouth, eliciting a loud moan from her. Either way, I need to make this quick. Whether or not she’s fighting it, I can’t have her fully conscious before I leave. I don’t want to compel her to forget about me. I’d much rather fuck her drugged and let her think it’s all a dream than command her to forget I was ever in her room.

She’s soaking wet as I plunge two fingers deep into her pussy. It grabs at me, sucking me in. Grinning against her lips, I begin to rock back and forth, listening as her cries morph into an erotic crescendo. Pulling out, I travel up to her bottom hole, closing my eyes in sheer bliss as I force myself past her tight ring.

Jackson was way too gentle with her. The fact that she’s becoming even wetter as I stretch her out is proof enough that she likes the pain I inflict on her body. Pulling out, I add a third finger, barely pausing as her body tries to reject me, not even letting me in. She will learn. Soon, she’ll understand that nothing about her body is sacred anymore. It was made for me to defile. Every. Single. Inch.

Forcing myself in, I drink in her wails. The coppery tang of blood fills the air as I drive forward, ignoring the slight tear as I plunge in up to my knuckles. She will most likely heal by morning. If not, I’m sure her brain will fill in the gaps and blame Jackson for any discomfort. He’s becoming quite the scapegoat.

Her back hole is still not big enough to accommodate my cock, but it’s getting there. A quiet sob meets my ears, and I figure I might as well mix some pleasure in with the pain I’m causing her. It’s a necessary evil at this point. Until I train her properly or turn her, she’ll always have issues with the demands I make on her body.

Once Jackson is under my control, he can see to the annoying task of soothing her as we break her, but until then, it’s up to me to keep her sane. Drawing her clit back into my mouth, I suck and release in time with my fingers. Soon, the whimpers die out to be replaced with moans.

Her asshole grips me as I plunge in and out. Gritting my teeth, I force myself not to feed as the orgasm breaks over her. Her arousal coats my face, filling my nose with her erotic perfume. Yanking my fingers free, I dismiss her painful cry as I flip her over. Cum and spit covers her face and throat, glazing bits of her skin. To me, she’s never looked so beautiful.

Pulling away from the heat of her body, I make my way to the bathroom to wash my hands, careful to get any bit of blood off my fingers. She’s still a human, and as such, is susceptible to a whole host of problems I don’t even want to contemplate. I walk back into the room, and she’s still lying there, unmoving, helpless. Only her eyes follow my every step.

She’ll be pulling out of it soon. Settling back in between her thighs, I slide my knife up her folds with the dull end. Her thighs quiver around my head, and this time the scent of fear and arousal are mixed about sixty-forty in favor of fear - just how I like it. Pulling her lips open, I drag the razor-sharp tip along the inner labia, and she freezes around me.

Bending low, I lap at her pussy as blood wells up from the small cut. Wounds here heal so quickly, even for mortals. Come sun-up, she won’t be able to find any evidence that it ever happened at all. She’ll probably be a bit sore, but that will only enhance her next bout with Jackson.

Spreading her apart further, I slice and cut, dragging the tip, and just the tip, along her folds. I’m careful to leave her intact, but the thin slices gush blood all the same. The tip of my tongue dances along her flayed skin, needing to get as much blood as possible, but it’s not enough.

Her blood hums through my veins as I devour her. It takes every bit of willpower not to bite down and tear into her delicate flesh. The control I pride myself on is dramatically slipping as feeding on her eats me from the inside out.

I want to bury my face deep inside her body and drain her dry, but the small voice compelling me to stop reminds me that she’ll be gone forever. As much as I want to consume her, I want the opportunity to do so again and again. I can’t wait until we get to Russia. We’re already a day in, and I’m about to kill her, and I can’t chance turning her until we arrive.

I’ll have to speed up the process and get us there even sooner. At least with Jackson so drugged up, it won’t be hard to drag him off the ship. A smile tilts the corners of my lips as I swipe my tongue along the weeping lines marring Katrina’s pussy. With the plan in place, I’m able to pull back from the red haze seeping into my brain.

I can hold out for a few more days. Hell, I’ve lived off of rats and barn animals enough to know I’ll survive without her. Gripping her hips, I align the head of my cock to her opening, pausing to savor the moment. Katrina’s eyes are glassy as they stare up at me, and I know it’s no longer the drugs keeping her limp.

Subspace has taken a firm hold of her, relaxing her body, forcing her to become pliant to my demands. With a loud roar, I surge forward, reveling in the glorious feeling of her tight pussy clamping down around me, rippling along my length. It’s like we’re made for each other.

A stupid grin crosses my face as I slide in another inch or two. I never once believed in true love, and I don’t plan to start now, but the endorphins rushing through my system demand I at least entertain the idea that she could be the one for me. My only. Well, our only.

In the haze of my bloodlust, I still haven’t forgotten about Jackson. He doesn’t crave me yet, but he will. My body thrums with unrequited pleasure as I imagine bending him to my will, raping his ass as he gives our little slut all the pleasure she can take. I give her a moment to accommodate to my girth, my dead heart stirring just a bit as she sighs in pleasure at my touch.

Even though I’ve already gotten off twice tonight, I know I’m not going to last long. Bending over her, I extend my fangs and strike, piercing the skin at her left breast. Blood flows into my mouth, heady since it’s close to her heart, as I fill her up with my cum, grinding my pelvis against her clit. I smash against the small nub as her screams of pained ecstasy fill the room.