Sensual Oblivion

You sat there, curled up with Belle in your arms. It had been perhaps twenty minutes, she had begun to look less and less like a mindless monster and more like herself, though her face was still spattered with your blood.

Whether it was because you felt light-headed of the well... you know, blood-loss, you didn't really have much to say, all you could do was hold this cold beauty in your arms, thoughtless and lazy.

"Are you okay?" Belle had been trying to ask multiple times, though she cut herself off, closing her mouth abruptly and fighting what was likely the urge to devour you again, but she managed to succeed.

You shrugged, "Yeah," you sighed. "No? I don't know... I don't really care."

She shifted, looking with those big beautiful brown eyes "You don't care about what? a-about me?"

You scoffed "Don't be an idiot, You know that isn't what I mean."

"I'm sorry... I'm very, sensitive at the moment." She muttered, "W-What do you not care about?"

You blinked, there were no thoughts going through your head, you felt very indifferent; reflective, peaceful, though it was a rather artificial feeling, one that refused to fade because you didn't quite know how to control it yet.

Nevermore.

It was likely activated in heat of the moment, if Anchor foils Overdrive, then it only makes sense for Nevermore to foil its counterpart. It was indeed an extraordinary ability, you feel mellow, very smooth and calm whereas you usually would be panicking. What had just happened was a 0 to 60 what the fuck was that situation, and yet you just lazed, you felt tired and bored and thoughtful... You just didn't really care.

SLOTH: We hold the reins of an untameable beast, an entire clan, a monster within, if we took it all too seriously then we'd crumble. Sometimes even a Lord must take his rest, and fade into the mists, to lounge and think, it is this ability that guarantees our re-invigoration, where every other would crumble, we remain calm and relaxed, a lord of Sloth.

"You know... I only really came to grips with this whole Vampire thing today, after my Aunt beat me to a pulp because I'm too afraid to be the man that she wanted me to be. It reminded me a lot of dad, so I ran away, only to be confronted with this world again as soon as I try and run. Crass at the door, I could feel it as soon as I touched him... danger, and Velka, she was even worse, it was like being electrocuted... and then in here with you, well, I wanted to run away but I couldn't, I can't, not from a person that I love... so, I don't care, I don't care about this whole Vampire thing, I don't care about being sad or scared, I just don't care." You spoke with a smile as she listened patiently.

She shifted a little uncomfortably, before finally speaking out "I... I always tried to please my dad, I know he didn't love me, not really... I was just a mistake with one of his mistress', but I tried to prove to him that I was worth something, did everything in my power to show him that I was worth his time and approval, I changed myself in so many ways: I went to the gym, I attended university, wore the nicest clothes, did my hair the best, made myself the greatest Belle that I could be... but I didn't do it for myself. I thought... I'd gotten over that after he died, but here I am, starving myself, trying to be normal... for you."

You frowned, "you were starving yourself because I'm human?"

She nodded "I fed on you, you know... the last time we had sex, I couldn't control myself. I harmed you because I'm a monster... that is unacceptable to me. So I tried to make a change, I have The Yellow Jackets to deal with; half of them are undead, half of them are human. The undead only follow me because I'm strong, and the humans only follow me because... when I killed My dad, I inherited his place, they don't think I'm shit, just a dumb brunette. Listen, I'm a follower, not a leader, I tried to make a change and I failed, I-ah omn...?"

Belle jolted as you pulled her into a kiss; her hands raised gingerly in surprise. Her mouth tasted like iron, it tasted of your blood, so sweet and oddly intoxicating. She parted from you gently, with that cute innocence in her chocolate eyes.

"It's funny, I've not listened to a self-prescribed revelation that was wrong in every way possible." you chuckled.

She pouted, "stop trying to flatter me, I-"

Gripping her arms tightly, pecking her lips again, every time you did she only softened, "shut up, you're awesome."

"But-"

"Nope, no buts. I won't hear it, you're my rock, as well as one of the strongest women I know."

She grimaced sweetly "Charlie..."

"I won't hear it." You chuckled, "promise me you'll put more faith in yourself... or I'll come up in here and start slinging blood around every part of your room; that'll really make you crazy."

Belle laughed, you loved her laugh. The monster was expelled with that laugh, and only the sweetest, most beautiful of women twisted around to smile at you. Touching her wavy hair, you couldn't help but grin "There's my girl..."

She bit at her lip, crawling up you, pulling herself in close as she pushed her nose against yours "Is it too early to have your girl? after... after all that drama?"

You'd already started indulging, capturing her lips, touching at her hips, taking in her smell and the dissipating wrath of her vampiric ire. "Don't worry about me, alright. I'll always have time for you."

"Hmm, mmmm... Less talkie-talkie, more touchy-touchy." She growled.

"Yes ma'am."

She yelped, throwing her arms tightly around you as you hoisted her up; carrying her over to the bed where you tossed her readily, the brunette minx giggling as you moved in, welcoming you as the two of you kissed and tumbled, her body cold, but her love warm as the sun.

To say that there wasn't any wasting time would be an understatement, the two of you practically tore off each others clothes until her smooth, soft body pressed against yours, naked, ready and wanting. God, she was so perfect, her breasts were round, heavy and tender; nipples hard as bullets, as they pressed into your chest.

She moaned into your mouth, touched at your skin, adored you with her hands as you worshipped her with yours.

How your cock ached, it was so hard. Strong and stout and ready to go, god damn if she wasn't ready too, her scent was intoxicating, you could hear her dripping, feel her heat as your cock pressed into her opening.

"You better feed her... once she gets hungry, there's no stopping until you feed her." Her voice whispered into your ear, and with a great big grin, and one great big thrust, You feed her little Vampire between her legs.

Just as always her insides welcomed you swiftly, and her moans echoed in excess throughout every crevice of that suite, her walls, wet and pulsating as you thrust upon them, pushing deeper and deeper, feeling her buck and rile like a horse as you rocked your Belle into a sensual oblivion.

"I'm yours, master, in every way, I'll do anything you want, fulfill your deepest... hmf desires..." Agh this damn siren, she was far too alluring; god you just wanted to stuff her and unload... but you had plans.... which were swiftly interrupted.

You paused, your ears pricking up.

"What? What's wrong? i-is my pussy too cold? I usually try and sit on the radiator for a minute so it warms up-"

"You hear that?" You asked, sniffing at the air... it smelt hoppy, sickly sweet "Dior, perfume, the same that...."

Belle's head lifted, her eyes locking on the closed door, her nostrils flaring slightly as her lids narrowed; she felt it too... "We're being watched," she whispered, not angrily, almost alluringly; you were both intrigued.

"It's Charlotte, I can smell her perfume, she's been staring through the crack in the door." You whispered gently. Dark eyes peered through the smallest of cracks in the entrance, her breaths were heavy, laboured, she was excited and not in an innocent way.

"What should we do, master, ah-" She bit her lip, you were still hilted deep inside.

You weren't thinking right now, you were still blank. The only thing, the only objective sure enough to be clear was to make it to that door and close in on your prey, but she'd see you move, sense your coming if only there was a way to--

You began to dissipate, to slip away, not in a metaphorical sense, no you were literally fading; your muscles loosening, body lightening, becoming one with the air and space around you as a dark, viscous, mist.

Gliding within less than the blink of an eye, you darted faster than you could on foot; wisping through formlessly through the crack of that door where your feet landed just behind the small form before you.

As you reconstructed you blinked, staring at your hands in wonder as the fingers solidified back in place "Night powers..." you whispered, half-amused, a little concerned.

Charlotte stared wide-eyed, mouth half-open "Wha-- How did... Что за черт?"

Moving quickly, you took her arm, gently ushering her in and closing the door behind you.

Belle's sister stammered, flushing deeply as her sister appeared beside her, naked as the day she was born. Fury began to fill Cherry's face which was red as her nickname implied "HE IS A VAMPIRE!! I KNEW IT, HE DID WEIRD SHIT, AND WEIRD SHIT MEANS VAMPIRE, СYKE!" She yelled at Belle who placed her hands on her hips and smiled.

You shared Belle's smile, as Charlotte marched up to you, practically jumping up to slap you; damn she had an arm on her "Ow!" You grimaced.

"You lied to me!"

You held up your hands in surrender "I didn't lie!? I just didn't know, look I'm not even a real vampire, I'm like... a half-breed or something."

She folded her arms, frowning girlishly, "Half-breed? what? well... how the hell did you just turn into a cloud and appear out of nowhere."

"--No idea. Listen, I'm just as confused as you are, it's scary. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lie to you, I'd never lie to you, we're friends." You smiled.

Her spoilt baby pout continued, but she softened slightly "Well... fine." She nodded.

There was silence, Cherry's eyes mostly looked at the ground, when they weren't they were peaking at her sister's breasts; her dripping snatch, or your rod which still stood proudly.

"Like what you see, сестра?" Belle asked coyly.

Flushing even deeper, Charlotte put on a very grossed out face, though the sweat on her brow spoke volumes on her true feelings. "N-No... I umm.... this is... just very weird."

Chuckling a little shyly you nodded. "Yeah... it's been a... stimulating morning."

Her eyes touched upon your cock again, for much longer this time "That's... one word for it yeah."

Belle huffed, "well all this beating around the Brazillian has killed my fuck-high, you want a drink?" She asked her sister who stared at her wide-eyed, gazing at her big sister's fangs. Belle frowned, "not like that moron, I told you, I can't turn you into a Vampire and he can't either. I got champagne in the fridge over there, want some?"

"I um..." She stammered.

Belle rolled her eyes, "whatever, come on Baby, You gave mama a drink, it's only fair she returns the favour." The undead beauty pecked your lips and walked over to the mini-fridge in the corner, that perfect ass of hers swaying as Charlotte shifted uncomfortably.