Title: Once Bitten
Prompt: #33 Vampire
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 820
Title: Once Bitten
Prompt: #33 Vampire
Author: Cricket
Disclaimer: I’m just playing with Joss’ toys, but I promise to put them back when I’m done
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 820
The dream came every night for a week. River was in a strange room where screams echoed from every direction and vague shadows circled her like wolves. Then he would appear, the creature taking the form of her lover. His large hands would hold her in a vice like grip while his teeth sank into her flesh drawing blood and moans. He revolted her and yet she could never run away. When she woke up she would be drenched in sweat, Jayne’s body pressed up against her like a shield. He would make love to her and she would fall back asleep, having only pleasant dreams until morning.
Then the dreams stopped coming. She’d toss and turn, waiting for the fantasy to return. On her third night of restless sleep, she woke Jayne up with her agitated fidgeting. He cracked an eye open to see her staring wide eyed up at the ceiling of their bunk.
“What’s wrong, baby? Have ‘nother one of them nightmares?” he asked, his voice thick with sleep.
“The dream won’t come,” she whispered flatly, her eyes never leaving the curved steel overhead. She knew he wouldn’t understand and thought she was just having another bout of nightmare induced insomnia, but she didn’t feel like explaining it to him tonight.
“If you couldn’t sleep, ya shoulda just woken me up. Ya know I’m always willin’ ta tire ya out.” A tired grin spread across his face as he reached for her, trailing his fingertips up her belly and placing wet kisses across her exposed collarbone.
She couldn’t resist the arousal that his deft hands were causing as they roamed over her body, touching places only he knew. She responded by rolling them over so he was beneath her, back pressed to the mattress. Straddling his hips, she leaned down to scatter kisses across his lightly furred pectorals while his hands rubbed warmly across her lower back. She could feel him harden against her thigh, but knew she wasn’t ready for him just yet and sat up to guide his hands to cup her breasts. He rolled her pert rosy nipples between his fingers and hissed in pleasure as she rocked on top of him, pressing herself tightly against his erection.
The foreplay was fun, but River just couldn’t wait any longer and reached over to their nightstand to grab a small bottle of lubricant out of the drawer. She reached between them and pulled him through the slit in his boxers. Applying a generous amount of the slippery substance to his aching length, she smiled as he groaned at the intimate touch. She hooked a finger into the crotch of her panties, tugging the thin cotton aside hurriedly. He slid smoothly inside of her with one easy thrust and she set the pace with her quick forceful movements.
Jayne loved when River took control of their lovemaking. Sure, it was fun to be on top of her, pounding into her and feeling her writhe and moan beneath him, but one of the things he found irresistible about her was the amazing amount of power concealed in her small body and seeing her utilize that strength unabashedly with him turned him on like nothing else. His hips bucked up rhythmically with her own thrusts though he made sure to hold back some, allowing her to have as much control over him as she liked.
She knew he was close to orgasm, his thoughts projecting fiery red in all directions and burning hotter by the second, but her own completion eluded her. She rubbed frantically at her clit, desperate for the aching throb inside of her to dissolve. Bending in half, she laid her chest flat against his and leaned over to nibble on his earlobe.
“Bite me,” she begged, nudging his chin with her shoulder. He pulled back to look in her eyes, his rhythm stuttering slightly with the distraction.
“Bite ya?” The glazed look of lust on his face instantly replaced by surprised confusion.
“Please.” She nudged him again, pressing her smooth skin against his mouth. He tentatively opened his mouth and dragged his straight white teeth along her shoulder, barely pressing down.
“Harder!” she commanded, her voice tight with need. She could feel his resistance crumble as he bit down harshly, though not enough to break skin. Her body bubbled with frustration and she pushed her shoulder forcefully against his teeth. With the added pressure, he tore into her skin, creating small punctures that quickly filled with blood. His hot tongue probed at the now open wounds making them sting sharply.
River shook with the force of her orgasm, making her feel wonderfully complete. Jayne grunted as her tightening inner muscles squeezed him and brought him to his own climax. With his mouth still clamped on her shoulder, he came with her blood on his tongue and he felt something inside of him change.
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