Vampires — #MonstrousMayChallenge

This one is NSFW and for 18+ only. CW blood, sex, death, predators.

My lovers, they bleed me. Her at my breast, him at my thigh. They lick my blood off their lips and swallow it down, like they swallow down the sweat of my body, the slick of my cunt. They swallow me. They would consume me down to the last heart beat and have me live inside them for eternity. That is how well they love me.

He is delicate, fine-boned and porcelain pale. My blood is bright across the bloodlessness of his pale chest. She is soft and plump, looks more like the fat best friend in a bad film than a vampire. But she is a vampire, a predator, and her softness is draped around razors.

Being fed on makes me shiver. I am drained out of the bright points where their teeth breach me. They eat, and I am liquid, right down to the core of me.

My lovers, they touch me. They touch breast, nipple, clit. He slides fingers inside the fine warm glide of me and he bites again, higher up my thigh this time. She laughs in her throat when I cry out, and puts her teeth around my nipple.

I am held between them, I am theirs. Plaything, happy prisoner, much beloved possession. They decide what pleasure I feel, what pain. They overwhelm me.

But they are mine, too. Every twitch, every sigh, every moan. They track it with hungry mouths and hearts and change their approach to get the reaction they want. They treat my orgasm like the prey they hunt at night — working together with inhuman connection to track and chase and narrow down, to trap and consume.

I was prey, once. But they decided I was better as this, as the beloved in their bed. It is still prey of a kind. They still eat me, after all. They just fuck me too.

Sometimes, when they have me pinned in the bed they never sleep in, I wonder if the mouse shivers with want as well as fear when the cat has it under claw. Or is this only a human thing, to get wet or hard for the thing that will kill us?

I are my throat. One of my lovers bites into it, teeth a smooth glide into the meat of me. I twitch where my other lover fucks me with his fingers. He says something sweet and mocking but the words drift from me as the blood flows.

She laps the blood from my neck when she is done. It covers her mouth, sticky and tinny.

I collapse, drained in more than one way. They curl around me, drawn to my warmth and life, their cold limbs tangled with my hot ones.

I die a little every day for them. They take it into the world and hunt, flush with my offered life, and they take. Shadowed predators at the edges of the world. One day they will go too far and finish the job, leave me an emptied out husk but oh, if they are touching me when they do it -

What a way to go.

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