its not rape if i consent

Its not rape if I consent.

They were left alone, no help of rescue in that dark dungeon. It was quiet except for the young vampire’s harsh pants.

‘Hurry, kill me quickly Esther..’ he said between laboured breaths.

Esther looked down at the young sir in horror. How could it have come to this, forced to kill each other. Nothing had prepared her for this situation.

‘I’m so thirsty…I will probably drink every drop of your blood’ he wailed, clutching his wound, curled up retching and miserable. If Sir didn’t get some blood soon to replace what he had lost he was going to be in bad shape. She didn’t even consider the possibility of actually killing him herself, and told him as much.

He was her friend. He might be a vampire, but he was innocent, perhaps more innocent than she was. He didn’t deserve to die. He was willing to give up his own life to save hers, and she was a murderer. Perhaps It was silly, but wasn’t it what the church taught, sacrifice, she could sacrifice herself to save him. If she gave herself willingly to him then he wouldn’t blame himself right? She couldn’t stand to see him suffering so.

She went and knelt beside the boy who now was sobbing in his anguish. ‘Its alright, you can drink my blood.’

With eyes as big as saucers he sat up to stair at her in wonder and shock. The window light high above them and his unshed tears made his eyes appear glisten. With a soft smile she wiped away his tears. His cheek was so soft, and cool, like the flesh of a peach she thought. He really was very cute. Such a strange mixture of a child and a man. Some how she had come to care for him deeply, up until now she hadn’t wanted to examine those feelings too deeply, she had thought that she was in love with father nightroad, but maybe, juts may be..

She undid her jacket, and bared her throat to him. Sir continued to look astonished, but slowly his hands clutched at her shoulders. His fingers were slim but they were strong, and they held her in an Iron grip, she felt that even now he was holding back his full strength. His satin blond hair brushed against her cheek and chin, as he lowered his mouth to her neck.

She closed her eyes waiting for the inevitable. His cold breath washed across her clavicle, sending a shiver up her spine. He was trembling, just as she was. She wondered what was taking him so long.

Ion was battling with himself, the blood lust was taking him over, but he couldn’t harm Esther, the woman he loved. If anyone had told him a few months ago that he would fall in love with a terren he would have cut out there tongues for impudence. Yet hear he was ready to die over harming one hair on the head of this woman. If there was a god he had a sick sense of humour.

‘I can’t there has to be a way to stop this.’ Ion thought desperately, perhaps if they could just buy some time they could be rescued. But how to buy that time?

His lips met her neck, warmth pulsed under her skin, and she smelt so very very sweet. But rather than sinking his fangs in as his blood lust demanded he kissed it softly.

‘What?’ Esther asked curiously.

‘I’m trying to buy us some time, it a way to stave off my blood lust for a time, giving it another outlet.’ Ion tried to explain, a blushing as much as a vampire can.

‘How are you going to do…’ She was hushed as his lips met hers. Now it was her tern to blush. Esther dimly recalled in her training she was told that vampire blood lust and lust were closely tied together, to been near inseparable, that’s why it was not entirely uncommon for a berserk vampire to rape a victim if given the privacy to do so. At the time she had thought it was despicable, but just may be it could be useful in this situation.

‘I’m sorry, but I can’t think of any other way.’ Ion explained against her lips before stealing another kiss, this time coaxing her mouth open so his tongue could dip in to hers.

‘It’s ok Sir, It’s not rape if I consent.’ Esther replied, breaking the kiss before cupping his jaw and resuming the kiss with fervour. Ion let out a low growl in response and pushed her down on to the ground, virgin he might be, but driven by an per natural lust his hands seemed to move confidently of there own accord.

One of his clawed hands curled in her red hair, pulling her head back so that he could kiss her more thoroughly as he settled his body above hers. She arched up in to him, and he shifted on to his elbow, freeing the one hand to roam down her body, feeling her curves through the fabric. It wasn’t enough.

Esther sensing the frustration in hr partner grabbed his hand and menoverd it under her top. His hand was cold, but not unpleasantly so, still it made her acutely aware of its movements, sliding up slowly until it reached the globe of her breast. She let out a soft moan that was swallowed by the blond above her as his hand began to knead her breast.

‘As long as I don’t stop kissing her, I shouldn’t bite her.’ Ion reasoned. But at them moment her tongue was nicked on his fang. ‘Dam it.’

The sweet coppery taste trickled over his tongue, and he couldn’t help but begin to suck on her tongue, laving the small wound like an infant at the nipple. Esther was a little surprised by the boy’s reactions, but perhaps even more surprised at her own reaction. In the back of her mind she had accepted the situation as a way to save Ion, it was duty. But now she couldn’t deny some part of her had wanted this, and his rough caresses were making her feel hot. The place between her legs was beginning to tingle. She shifted to relive the tension there only to find it built as she rubbed up against Ion’s leg.
She rolled her hips upwards only to find her groin rubbing against his. And He was hard.

Ion hissed as Esther began to writhe against him. It however allowed him to regain some control over his blood lust, supplanting it with a different kind of desire. His attention switched from the taste of her blood to the pressure building at the base of his spine, and the unbearable tightening of his groin.

He lent back, and looked in to her prussian blue eyes, they looked bottomless, like he could drown in them. She rolled her hips again, and he closed his eyes, before roiling his hips in response, grinding his length against her covered core.

‘Please, sir touch me hear.’ Esther pleaded, catching his hand and pulling it under her skirt. He almost jerked back when he felt her wet warmth. It was so hot, and immediately he wondered what it would feel like to be buried deep within her. Gently, and mindful of his claws he began to stroke the petals of her sex. The smell of her arousal was even more intoxicating to him than the smell of her blood.

Sniffing the air, he crawled backwards. Esther watched him with curiosity in her eyes. Ignoring her look, and completely engrossed by the new smell Ion lifted up her skirts to look at her knicker covered mound. With a claw he shredded the flimsy cotton, and then nuzzled his nose in to where the sent was strongest. His tongue snuck out to taste her essence. She jerked away, but his iron grip held her still as he began to fiercely lick at her petals, and in to her tight hot hole.

Esther couldn’t help but enjoy the sensations he was creating; his tongue was cold at first but soon warmed. But after a while his ministrations were becoming rougher as his control was slipping, he sucked hard on her clit and she came, growing still and letting the unfamiliar sensation wash over her.

His fangs graced along her thigh, as if he was looking for a good place to bite. Esther realised that a few minuets ago she had managed to distract his blood lust by rubbing up against him, and perhaps it might work again.

Slowly as she dared she shifted around, sideling under his body so that his groin was directly above her face. Tentatively she reached up and undid his pants, letting his erection spring free.

Esther may have been a nun, but she had heard other people talking, she remembered two girls talking about sucking on this part of a man’s body and how it was the ultimate way to get them to think of nothing else.

Well now was a good time to test out that theory. Ion had paused his ministrations when he felt the woman’s warm fingers on his stomach. He growled when he felt her undo his pants. And now he gasped as her mouth enclosed itself around his erection. He had never felt anything like it. Slowly at first she began to bob her head up and down, but she soon gained tempo. Ion collapsed forwards, and trembled. ‘Esther.’ He gasped, like he had before.

Soon he was panting and moaning, and his hips began to jerk.

‘Please….Please.’ he begged not entirely sure what he was begging for. Esther swirled her tongue around the tip of his erection every time she ascended it. It was too much for the virgin vampire, and without warning he came hard in to the young woman’s mouth.

Spent Ion collapsed forward, still thirsty but two tired for the minuet to do anything about it, still they didn’t have long.

At this moment a rather bemused looking father Able appeared.

‘I’m sorry I’m late, I got a little lost on the way hear.’

He wriggled a bottle of blood substitute at Ion. Ion did up his pants quickly hoping that the priest didn’t notice.

Esther looked at the boy fondly. ‘No you weren’t late father.’ She smiled in relief, still confession was going to be interesting next time around. A nun having sexual relations with a Methuselah. Still it couldn’t help but improve foreign affairs, and lady Catharine always approved of resourcefulness.

Ion stood up, his eyes met with Esther’s. One day they would continue this, he promised himself, the woman he would marry would be Esther, someday.