Cerulean Sins - Chapters 10-13

[masterofstlouis]

Jean-Claude can't seem to bring himself to sit up straight. He's slumped in his chair, hands folded over his stomach, and so very still. That pleading look from Asher as he'd taken Musette's hand, watching as Musette hurt Asher, drawing his second's blood -- his Asher's blood -- had been enough to rip open wounds he'd rather had remained blissfully ignorant of. But now they were gaping inside him, and the knowledge that it had been Anita to set Asher up for it... that Anita had set Asher up for far worse than just being publicly stabbed...

He is both defeated and furious.

He is also tired. Simply tired. Each step forward for him left him three steps behind by the time Anita was through.

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[anita_blake]

The ardeur rages inside her, and Anita's hands grip tightly at Jean-Claude's wrists. Something was niggling in the back of her lust-soaked brain, but she can't quite grasp it. Pleasure is hot between her thighs, her whole body tightening with that impending moment of release. She gasps and cries out, needing Asher to be with them, to come with them, to be pulled along with them.

"Yes, Asher, yes," she pants, so close now, so ready, and she's not sure how much longer she can hold off. She's overwhelmed by the rhythm of their bodies, of Jean-Claude pushing up into her forcefully while Asher rubs against her. The ardeur rises, greedy and hungry, ready to devour them all, and she feels the tell-tale moment when she passes that moment of no return. "Asher!"

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

At that moment, when they ride the crest of that wave, poised on the brink of absolute pleasure, Asher strikes.

His fangs pierce her skin, his fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of her neck, drawing her head to the side, stretching her neck taut. He drinks, letting her feel that one moment of pain before he lets his gift go free.

He doesn't hold back; half out of fear, half because he is held just as firmly in the ardeur's grip. He rolls her, utterly and completely, willing her to come, his gaze fixed upon Jean-Claude's face, one hand sneaking down to grasp his old lover's, tangle their fingers together for a moment.

[anita_blake]

The pleasure crashes through her again and again. It's something Anita cannot fight, and she's not sure she wants to fight it. White-hot and consuming, it takes her as surely as Jean-Claude's body takes hers. She is at the mercy of Asher's power, and it is only a few heartbeats before she's screaming, climax rolling over her repeatedly. There is nothing but the pleasure, warm and bright, spilling over her, through her, until she knew nothing but the unending orgasm Asher's bite brought.

[masterofstlouis]

The first orgasm is his own. He bucks up against Anita, nails digging into her thighs, as he spills himself into her. He lets out a sound between a moan and a scream, as undignified as he's been in an exceptionally long time.

The subsequent orgasms, though, are echoes of Anita's, felt through the marks as Asher continues to feed, continues to draw out the pleasure from her -- and consequently, from him -- again and again.

The ardeur roars and Jean-Claude pours the power down the line, feeding the beast with their shared lusts.

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher feeds upon their pleasure, sending it back to them, doubled, tripled, until he knows nothing but pleasure, his mind whirling, his body thick with it. He spills himself over Anita's back, his mouth still on her neck, feeding and fed upon, the ardeur drinking him in as he feeds on Anita's blood, spins a web of pleasure around them.

[anita_blake]

It was so much, and it's Jean-Claude's nails on her flesh that reminds her that she is more than the pleasure rushing through her. Anita is breathless in her cries, shuddering violently, feeling Jean-Claude bucking beneath her, and the ardeur simply feasts on everything the men offer up to her. Seed, sweat, flesh, it's all drunk down, taken into her, made part of her.

[ash-imperfect.livejournal.com]

Asher feeds still, again and again, caught up until finally he pulls away, Anit'a blood pouring from his mouth as his throat works, trying to swallow, his gluttony evident now. This wasn't just to feed, to sate his bloodlust. He had fed for the pleasure of feeding; fed because it felt good, because it made Anita feel good.

He slumps against Anita, a domino effect, feeling her collapse on top of Jean-Claude. He cannot move, his body limp, muscles twitching with pleasure, still. And before he can bring himself to move, before he can even roll off Anita, he feels dawn arrive. A moment, not even enough to warn Anita, and then...nothing.

[anita_blake]

Anita is too sated to notice at first. Slowly, she comes back to herself as the bodies above and below her begin to cool. She gives a push on Asher's shoulder, but he doesn't budge. She heaves on him again, but only succeeds in making herself dizzy from the lack of blood. She twists and wriggles and shoves, but neither Asher nor Jean-Claude budge at all.

The thought begins to creep into her mind that she is likely to be stuck here all day. Trapped between two dead bodies for hours. And for Anita, who was still uncomfortable simply sleeping beside Jean-Claude during the day, that prospect was first unpleasant, then disturbing, then terrifying.

She screams.