N. A person who dislikes humankind and avoids human society.

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Amon Perceval

"How delicious is it to taste fear?" I raised a glass into the air and received a mixture of smiles and scowls.  John, of course, was set in a grimace. 

"What do you enjoy more brother?  The taste of human flesh, or the sound of your own voice?" Claire quipped lightly and swirled the champagne in her flute.

"I quite like them both." I admitted with a beaming smile.

My father patted Emily's leg as she sipped her own beverage.  As usual she kept a permanent sneer on her delicate porcelain face.  Such an ugly expression for someone so beautiful.  "And how is your little pet, Amon?" My father asked without looking away from his wife.

"My pet?" All eyes were on me.  John and Remy were waiting for my response while Claire and Alice simply looked on with small smirks.

"I'm assuming you've got the James' girl under your compulsion.  It would be unwise to risk her finding out about our family by allowing her to have full control over her mind and actions.  But I don't think I need to explain that to you, you're a smart boy." He said condescendingly.

I cleared my throat.  "No sir." I agreed.

Remy's eyes lit up.  "Actually father, I witnessed, myself, the lack of hold he has on her."

I glared at him from across the table.  Always looking for opportunities to appear as though he is the golden child.  "What do you mean by that, Remington?"

Remy finished off his drink and smiled widely.  His bruise had swelled up quite a bit since the fight.  His eye was completely shut on the right, but I knew that it would be gone tomorrow morning.  He'd be forced to wear prosthetics for a few days to act as if it was still there.  Why he chose to be in the spotlight for this lifetime, I hadn't the foggiest idea.

"I may have dropped by to visit her." He started.

"Visit her or rape her?" I interrupted.

"Amon!  Let your brother tell the story." My father shut me up.  He waved his hand at Remy to continue.

"A bit of both if I'm being honest." He admitted without shame.  "You can't really blame me can you?  You've all smelled her, I'm sure of it." I looked around the table to everyone nodding their heads, including Claire and Alice.  "Regardless of my intentions, I went to her home at night.  Pretty little thing she was, doing yoga topless."

I smashed my glass on the table, shards dug into my palm and the webbings of my fingers.  "Control your temper!" Emily bellowed as if she had any real authority over me.

"Amon showed up late, as usual, and she was terrified of him.  Not really the reaction one under compulsion has with their master.  If you ask me, Amon has no intention of compulsing her at all." He stood and grabbed  the decanter on the china hutch to pour himself another unnecessary drink.

"Why does it matter if I'm not going to hurt her?" I mumbled.

I was met with Claire laughing.  "Not going to hurt her?  Are you turning over a new leaf then?  When have you ever met a pretty girl that you didn't destroy within a few months.  Especially one so... delectable." She mused.

"I'll have you know, sister, that there are many pretty girls in the world that I haven't harmed.  You're still alive." I raised a brow to challenge her.

"Yes, well, I'm sure one day you'll grow tired of me and fix that." She shot back in her deceivingly calm tone.

My anger was rising rapidly at the usual banter my family and I shared.  Truthfully, it was a bit odd that Luna was still walking freely without me in the back of her mind telling her what to do.  I supposed I liked the challenge of getting her into bed with her free will intact rather than taking it by force.  It was more... exciting that way.  As for killing her, I'd already promised John I wouldn't for the sake of our family.

"I'm going to bed." I pushed my drink away and slid the chair back. 

"Not until we've finished talking." My father raised his voice.  "We can't afford for another of your little mishaps to point fingers at our family.  We're already in the public eye as it is with your brother's fantasy he's playing out.  I can't have-"

"I'm not doing a damn thing wrong!  If you need something to focus all of your anger and energy on, father, might I suggest you talk to Remy about his opinion on Callum MacBrady and his strength!" I shouted and left the dining room.  His face was left in a stunned expression behind me.

I passed by dozens of servants with the same deadpan looks on their faces.  All forced to work for us during our stay.  Most had been just homeless men and women on the streets that we'd compelled to work for us.  When we finished our stay they would all kill themselves one way or another.  My father and I shared a need to tie up loose ends.

"Marie!" I bellowed into the hallway.  The tiny witch timidly poked her head out of her bedroom door.  "There you are." I smiled deviously and pushed my way into her room.

She was so young, but her family had served mine for centuries.  Unfortunately all of the males had died off over time, leaving her as the last witch we would ever keep.  "What is it that you seek tonight?" She sat down cross legged on her bed.  Her pink robe was lined in mink fur and covered her to her ankles.  She was like a living doll with her perfect hair and childish clothes.

"I want you to check up on someone for me." I toyed with her music box on her white dresser.

"Luna James?" She smirked and pulled the strand of hair that I'd given her from under her pillow.

"How did you-"

"You gave me her hair and had me do a location spell on it.  It wasn't hard to put two and two together.  Can I ask you something?"

I narrowed my eyes at her.  "What?"

"Why are you so interested in her?" When I didn't answer she elaborated.  "You could have any woman you desired grovelling at your feet with a snap of your fingers.  What makes this one so special all of the sudden?"

There was genuine curiosity in her eyes.  "Between the two of us, I have no idea." She was the only one in the house that I would ever admit that to. I knew she feared me too much to spill any of my secrets.  "I just want you to do a reading on her.  What can you see?" I pressed.

She sighed and nodded her head.  "Alright.  But I'm very tired, I can't say if I'll see all the details or not.  Get me the pink satchel in the top drawer there." She pointed to her vanity while she leaned over to her nightstand and grabbed out a match and two candles.

I went over to where she directed me and got the satchel out.  "Of course it's pink." I commented and earned a snicker from her.

She took the bag and dumped out the contents on her bed.  An array of crystals scattered into random places.  "What are you going to do with those?" I questioned her methods.

"Hush." She snapped and lit the candles.  One was large and black with a red flame, the other was white with a blue flame that spouted up like a torch.

I resisted the urge to throttle her for snapping at me and gazed at her setup in confusion.  She shut her eyes, mumbling some incantation to quickly for me to catch the words. When her eyes opened they were void of all color.  Two white orbs stared blindly at the ceiling as she audibly chanted, "Et venient simul de senioribus spirituum invenire Unum quaeris ego. Puellae noli me videbunt."

I recognized the Latin speech she often used to perform tasks for us.  Before I could open my mouth to ask another question, I noticed the crystals moving slowly.  At first they rocked and vibrated on the comforter, but soon enough they aligned in a geometric pattern that reminded me of a crown or half of a star.

Her eyes opened and the color returned to them.  A smile rested on her full lips.  "She may be in need of a hero again."

I shifted my weight to lean against the wall.  "What's wrong with her now?"

"It was dark.  I could see a man, with a knife." She arched her perfectly shaped brow.  "I got some pretty intense vibes from him.  Like he isn't in control of his own emotions...like someone else I know." She finished quietly but my ears picked it up.

"Is she hurt?" I pushed.

"Not yet." That was all I needed.  I didn't have time to think of an excuse to show up unannounced, I had to get to her.  Nobody was allowed to hurt her.  She was mine to ruin.

I pushed my body to move quicker than the human eye could detect and sped through the streets as a gust of wind.  I weaved in and out of alleys and streets until I reached those familiar gates that lead up to her pristine home.  I admired the James' taste in architecture.  It was clearly a custom built home that they had designed themselves. 

As I walked up the steps to add some credibility to the security cameras posted on the railing, it hit me.  The smell that I'd grown so used to loving.  Fear and hatred.  The scent of a man was faint, he must have left before I was able to get there.  I jogged up the steps and knocked on the door.  My mind raced with how to explain my being there. 

There was silence.  I strained my ears and could hear sobbing from behind the door.  "Luna?" I knocked again.  "It's Amon, I just wanted to check up on you." I announced like an idiot at three in the morning.

I could hear the sound of her bare feet padding over to the door.  She must have just been sitting in the entryway.  The locks turned and soon I was met with the forlorn tear stained face of the woman I had unintentionally become infactuated with.

"Amon?" Her voice was hoarse but nevertheless angelic through the small crack in the door.  "What are you doing here?"

I thought on my feet, and decided to go with the suave approach.  "I couldn't stop thinking about you.  I needed to know that you were okay after everything."

A stray tear slipped out of her dark eyes.  I could see a glimpse of redness on her cheek as if something or someone had put pressure on it not long ago.  My memories flitted back to the night Remy hit her.  Wrath coursed through me at the thought of him trying to claim her.  I had already done it. She was all mine since the moment I laid eyes on her in the club.

"Oh," she whispered, "thank you.  I'm fine." I heard the slight crack in her voice.  Now was my chance to show her I cared and let her come to me all on her own.

"Are you sure?" I pushed and saw her lip tremble. Just as I'd hoped she crumbled against the door frame, allowing me to swiftly push it open and fit myself through.  "Whoa, hey it's alright." I shut the door behind me and looked around the room for a sign of the intruder.  My eyes landed on a turned over table with papers scattered everywhere.  A landline was set down neatly on the floor as if she had picked it up when the table fell and fixed it.

"I'm sorry, I'm such a mess right now." She apologized and hid her face in her hands.  I smiled warmly at her and took her hands away. 

"It's alright." She looked up at me with her big brown doe eyes and I saw a bit of gratitude in them.  "What happened to your cheek?" I inquired and turned her head with my thumb.  A straight red line about an inch wide went from her cheekbone to her jawline.  It looked like a handle of some sort had been pressed against her.

She bit her lip and shook her head.  "M-my ex.  He was here waiting for me when I got home."

I furrowed my brows.  "Does your ex usually wait for you like that?"

She shook her head again.  "No.  He just moved back to the city." Her voice was strained and tired.

"Did he hurt you?" I already knew the answer.  His stench was all over her and the parlor.  I could smell the adrenaline he'd left in his path. 

"He...he-" she cut herself off and began to cry.  Her hands went back to her face and her back slumped against the wall.

"Shh," I pulled her into my chest.   I savored the smell of her hair.  It's waves rested beneath my chin and wafted an aroma of her soaps and sweat that dulled my will power and elevated my hunger.

She snuggled into me and I felt her melt at the embrace.  "I don't understand why this is happening." She whimpered musically into my shirt. 

I pet her hair and gave her a moment to cry before I pulled her face to mine with my hand.  "You've had a long week of dealing with bullshit that you didn't deserve." Her eyes lowered to the floor and I took in the elaborate detail of shimmering powders she had painted over her lids.  "Hey, look at me." I commanded gently and met with her golden brown orbs once more.  "The best thing you can do now is rest.  I'm sure you'll be swarmed with friends and family tomorrow and you'll need to get some sleep before you have to deal with that." I offered her a small smile.

She returned it with a beautiful giggle.  "I don't know if I'll be able to fall asleep tonight.  So much has happened." She confessed sheepishly.

I pulled her in for a hug.  "There's only one way to find out." I whispered and swept her up in my arms without warning.  She let out a startled squeal followed by another string of laughter.  I felt pride swell within myself at the thought of making her laugh at such a time in her life.  A time that I had caused.

I ran up the stairs without incident.  Years of practice had given me an almost natural ability to be agile and balanced in every aspect.  The look on her face told me that she was impressed by my strength and coordination.  "Which room is yours?" I feigned ignorance.  I had been in her room before, but she would never know that.  I took that memory from her along with the events leading up to it.

Part of me regretted letting her remember her date with Callum, but I had to make sacrifices to maintain my family's safety.  That little shit was still alive.  After everything my brother and I had planned, the bitch missed!  Point blank range, and she fucking missed.  Snapping her neck was a pleasure, even if Luna had to see it.  As far as she knew I was saving a child and nothing more.

"End of the hall on the right." She murmured and held tight to my shoulders, afraid that I would drop her at some point.

I walked down with her like a new bride in my arms.  I could feel her heart rate slowing down and evening out.  No longer was she in a state of agitation or terror.  Now she appeared more calm and accepting.

I pushed open the door with the back of my foot and walked in.  It was a girly room to say the least.  The last time I'd been in it, my sole focus was Luna so I disregarded everything else.  Now I saw it for the teenage girl room it really was.

I set her down on the bed and laid her head on the pillows.  She looked up at me with her doe eyes and gave me an expression that I couldn't decipher.  Fuck, I just wanted to rip into her flesh sometimes.

"I saw a police car parked just down the block, I'm sure they are keeping an eye on the house for you.  You'll be safe." I lied, but it would put her to sleep faster without me forcing rest on her.

She nodded shyly and sat up a little so her head was on the headboard.  "Amon," she started and I could see her visibly fumble for the words, "thank you for checking up on me." I knew it wasn't what she wanted to say.  Her cheeks were turning that beautiful shade of rosey pink.

"Of course." I pressed a quick kiss to her forehead and turned to leave.  Her hand caught my wrist and made me freeze.

I could feel her pulse quickening through her finger tips.  I looked down at her red claws and up to her quivering chin.  "Wait." She whispered.  "I don't," she closed her mouth and thought of how to finish, "please don't let me be alone tonight." She couldn't make eye contact as she spoke.

All of my blood rushed to my core and I couldn't control my primal thoughts any longer.  "As you wish." Her hand dropped and I crossed the room to turn her light off before kicking off my shoes and neatly setting them beside the door. 

She didn't say a word as I laid out a spare blanket on the recliner she kept in the corner of her room.  I felt her eyes follow me wherever I went as I slowly stripped myself of my suit until I stood in my navy boxers and socks.

I knew the way I looked.  When I died all those years ago I had been in pristine condition.  My body was in the best shape of my life and luckily, it would never change.  The moment her eyes raked over my stomach and chest, I knew that her worries and fears were subsiding.  Her quickening heart beat was now for another reason entirely.  I could tell by the flush of color on her cheeks and the way her eyes avoided my own.

"What are you doing?" She finally asked timidly, sitting up on one elbow.

"Getting comfortable." I folded my pile of worn clothes and set them on the windowsill.

She swung her legs over the bed and stood to stretch.  "I probably should get out of this dress." Her tone was shy and quiet, not eager as I'd hoped but then again she did have one hell of a night.

She went to her dresser and grabbed out some pajamas.  I waited until she disappeared into the bathroom before I made up the chair to be a bed for the evening, or what was left of it.

The clock was flashing 4:06 am.  I didn't need the sleep, but she would.  I couldn't remember the last time I slept.  It must have been years ago, more than likely due to an overeating stupor I put myself into.

I heard the door click open and turned around to see a breathtaking sight.  I recalled briefly what lay benath her clothing, but I had to forget those memories.  She had.

Luna walked in, barefoot, in a pair of short red silk pajama bottoms that left little to the imagination, and a matching thin top.  I could tell from how fine the straps were that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath. 
 
I sucked in a breath at the sight of her.  I could see all the delicious curves and dips that graced her golden skin.  I was still trying to determine how natural her coloring was, but it was perfect regardless.  "Thank you for keeping me company tonight.  I'm really sorry about all of this.  I don't even know what-"

I stopped her with my hand.  "Luna, you have nothing to apologise for.  You didn't cause this." I did. "If staying the night with you is what will help you to relax right now, then it's my pleasure." I said sincerely.  I was so close to my goal.  My mouth watered everytime I was around her, but now with the two of us alone in her bedroom, I knew my control was dwindling.

I could sense her body calming down, her heart rate slowed down to a comfortable pace.  Mine was just starting to speed up.  I ignored it and plopped onto the chair, baiting her.  I knew what she wanted deep down, but she was too conditioned in her manners to come right out and say it.  I covered myself with the fleece blanket and nestled in.  "Goodnight, Luna." I watched her face drop.

"Goodnight." She returned solemnly.  I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of her getting into her queen sized bed alone.  I shifted over to face away from her, giving her the chance to mull over her decision.

A few minutes of nothing but the sound of the wind passed by until it picked up and began to whistle.  I could hear her breathing growing heavy.  I all but heard her thoughts and smiled.  "Are you still awake?" Her tiny voice piped up.

"Yes." I felt my teeth aching for her flesh.

"You don't have to sleep on the chair.  It's too small." She chose her words carefully, I could tell.  I rolled over to face her and smirked at her attempt.  The chair was fine.  It was a large recliner that enveloped my body like a glove.  I could only imagine how small she was whilst sitting in it.  She bit her bottom lip, it was obvious that she was realizing how ridiculous her excuse was. "You can share the bed if you want." I didn't have to look to know that she was glowing red.

I chose not to respond.  I couldn't think of anything to say that wasn't witty and sarcastic so I decided to simply get up and walk over to the bed.  She moved her body over so I could lay down.  Her warm skin was like a fire compared to mine. 

I made sure that my body faced hers.  Her breath blew gently on my chin.  Only a foot of space separated us.  "Is this better?" I queried with a raised brow.  Luna nodded and graced me with a small smile. 

I stared into her eyes, debating on whether or not to just compel her into doing what I wanted.  Part of me just wanted to have my way with her, but the other part of me wanted to see what she wanted.  I took in her features, committing every detail to memory.  I could sense her growing nervous.  Our faces were level with one another and I could smell her sweet breath as it fanned my skin a little quicker than before.

"I'm sorry." She lowered her head, embarrassed.

I lifted her chin with my forefinger.  When her eyes met mine I knew that I couldn't wait any longer.  I closed the distance and pressed my lips to hers. As I expected, she didn't pull away, she melted into my kiss and returned it slowly at first.  I brought my hand up and behind her neck to pull her in closer.  I'd been contemplating this moment since I caught her scent and heard voice at the club.

She tasted just as sweet as I'd hoped.  Her tongue licked my bottom lip and I opened my mouth to welcome it inside.  She tasted so good, my body was buzzing.  Her taste and smell infiltrated my body and tore away any control over the situation that I thought I had.

Without assessing her body language I flipped her onto her back and deepened the kiss.  She gasped into me when I climbed on top of her.  Clearly she hadn't expected it to go so far so quickly, but I couldn't hold out any longer.  My teeth were throbbing, I knew I had to relieve them.

The whore I'd meet earlier in the alley wasn't enough to satisfy me when Luna was around.  I grabbed her hair and tilted her head up, pressing chaste kisses down to the hollow of her throat.  Her veins vibrated beneath my lips in a seductive hum.

"Amon," she breathed and I felt myself stiffen at the sounded of my name rolling off her tongue in such a way.  I pressed my erection against her core.

I reveled in the way she moaned at the simple pressure.  I knew she could feel me harden at the sound.  Her eyes fluttered shut as I rubbed against her repeatedly.  The thin fabric that separated us was beginning to annoy me.  I'd been intimate with a woman countless times, but with her I felt like I was an excited teenager seeing a woman naked for the first time.  It was that goddamn scent she had.  I needed to be careful with this one. 

Images flashed in my mind of the previous two encounters I'd had with her smell.  The man, his body torn to shreds and licked clean of any remnants of blood.  And the woman, that woman, she showed me why her blood called to me like a beacon.  A few weeks after our encounter I heard it.  It was small, but strong.  It had to be strong, I wouldn't have expected anything less from my child's heartbeat.

No other human could conceive a child like mine, but she did.  Unfortunately for her I wasn't interested in being a father.

"Fuck, Luna." I growled when she raked her nails down my bare back.  Her palms smoothed over my skin and rested on my hips.  I took the opportunity to use my right hand to lift her tank top up so I could run my fingers over her curves.  She moaned into my kiss the more I moved against her.  I knew if I got her warmed up that she would be more likely to accept me.  Keeping her mind off Callum and the massacre was simple when I'd mastered the art of pleasuring a woman.

I brought my lips down on her collar bone and left a mark as I nibbled.  I was tempted to break the skin, she wouldn't feel a thing if I just had a taste.

The feeling of her hand guiding my own down awoke me from my internal debate.  I paused my movements and looked into her eyes.  They were wide open, begging me.  "Are you sure?" I checked in disbelief that she was allowing me so much access already, though I wasn't complaining.

"Yes." She whimpered, unable to contain herself.

I smiled into her skin and slipped her shorts off.  Her hand reached down to cup my cock and I held my breath at the sudden contact.  Her small hand gripped me through my boxers and I felt her moving upwards slowly.  I moved her lacy black panties to the side and ran a finger through her wet folds.  She was already drenched for me. 

I slipped my index finger inside and twitched at her sighs of pleasure.  "So tight." I murmured into her neck while pumping my finger in and out. 

She moaned in response and bit my earlobe.  "Don't stop." She whispered sensually.  I added another finger, her back arching in ecstasy.  I tore her shirt from her torso and froze momentarily when I realized I'd ripped it in half.  The expensive material drifted onto the floor, but Luna paid it no mind.  She flipped me over and straddled me.  I'd seen her bare chest before, but this was different.  She was flushed and panting and half naked begging me to fuck her.

My cock twitched underneath her.  I wasn't used to a woman taking control, that was my job.  But here I was, laying beneath the most beautiful woman I'd ever laid eyes on, and I was ready to let her do anything she wanted to me.

When her body leaned down and she trailed kisses to my navel, I knew then and there that I needed to feel her wrapped around me.  She hooked her fingers in the waistband of my boxers and pulled them down.  She sucked in an audible breath when she saw me for the first time.

I stroked it slowly and watched her eyes glaze over.  Her lust was growing by the second.  "It's so big." She moaned and replaced my hand with hers.  The words that came out of such a sweet mouth made my head lull back.  I felt her mouth wrap around me and I couldn't resist grabbing a fistful of her hair and lowering her down.

When her lips made contact with the skin around the bottom of my member, my eyes flung open in surprise.  I looked down at her and saw her smiling against me when she saw my expression.  Her head lifted slow and she gripped my cock to hold it in place while she took a breath.  "No gag reflex." She sang breathily.

I chuckled darkly.  "Impressive." I grabbed her around the hips and flung her onto the bed.  I shed my boxers and kicked off my socks using my big toe.  I pressed myself against her core and felt the lace imprint on myself.  I growled and tore the thing from her body, discarding it on the floor beside her ripped shirt.

I bent down to explore her mouth with my tongue once more.  I was so close to accomplishing my goal.  So close to shattering the last bits of innocence that she had left to her name.

"Please," she whined suddenly and I stopped.  This was it, she was going to regret letting me go this far and ask me to stop.

I took a breast into my mouth and nibbled lightly at the dark pink bud.  "Please what?" I blew cool breath over the dampened skin.

She arched her back and moaned.  "Please," she repeated more urgently, "I need you inside me." Her nails traced lines up and down my back.

I nudged her face with my nose to get a better look into her eyes.  I recognized that look.  She wasn't fucking me, she was looking for a distraction.  I wanted to tell her to forget I was here, to go to sleep and dream of something nice, but I couldn't.  It had gone too far, my body wouldn't let me stop now.

I positioned myself at her entrance and eased in until my tip was covered. I groaned in pleasure at the sensation and plunged the rest of the way in without giving her time to adjust to my size.  I felt her walls stretching as I thrusted in and out.  Her moans grew louder the faster I pushed.

I lifted one of her legs over my shoulder and plowed into her. The sound of skin on skin mixed with the moans and screams of pure uninhibited pleasure was sending me over the edge.  I brought my thumb up to massage that tiny bundle of nerves for her.  She flinched in surprise when I made contact with her clit.

"Oh fuck," she sighed contentedly, "faster." She commanded and I found myself unable to disobey her. I rubbed my thumb over her faster and picked up my pace.  I pulled out slowly and slammed back in over and over until I felt her walls behind to clench.  She was close.

I pulled out suddenly and earned a whimper of disappointment.  She sat up on her elbows and gripped me with one hand, stroking painfully slow.  I groaned and allowed her a few moments to play with me.  Her hand glided easily over me thanks to how wet she was. 

I ripped her hand away from me and turned her around onto her stomach.  I pulled her ass up to meet me and pushed inside her dripping wet pussy once more. She moaned in surprise at my roughness and lifted her hips.  I hooked my arm around her throat and brought her flush against my chest.  I could see her breasts bouncing with every thrust and it only fueled my fire.

I felt a searing pain jolt through my teeth and I momentarily lost my train of thought.  I squeezed my eyes shut and waited for the perfect moment.

"Don't stop." She pleaded with me.  "I'm so close baby.  Make me cum." Her back arched, giving me access to her most sensitive spot.  Her walls clenched around me again and I knew I had her.  I used my free hand and slapped her clit, alternating between rubbing circles and gentle hits to intensify her orgasm.

Her moans turned to screams and I knew the time was right when she cried out, "I'm cumming!" I pounded into her without mercy, nearing my own end in the process. Just as she reached her peak I bit down on her shoulder.  She moaned and tilted her head back.

My teeth sunk into her flesh easily, dulling the aching sensation.  Once her blood hit my tongue I came undone.  It was liquid gold and I'd only ever tasted copper before.  I rolled my eyes back as I let it flow freely over my tongue.  Lapping at the sweet nectar, I pulled away.  It physically hurt me to detatch from her, but I had to let go before she saw what I'd done.

I quickly bit my thumb to draw a bit of blood and rubbed it over her wound, acting as though I was merely holding onto her.  I watched as the opening began to heal over until it looked like a hickey.  Smiling at my work I lowered her back down and lay beside her.

Her chest was heaving like my own.  She was incredible.  Her taste, her voice, her moves, her body, her pussy, it was all so perfect. 

I stared at the ceiling to gather my thoughts.  "I'm on birth control." She whispered softly and it sunk in.  I wasn't careful.  My instincts took over and I wasn't careful.