Jack began to head down to the kitchen, and Ryoko couldn't help but feel a bit of relief. His spirits seemed to have picked up a little.
Ryoko ran her fingers through her hair, taking the chance to reply before Lancer followed the vampire himself. "I hope not either. From what I got told by my parents, Forest's trustworthy, but... well, even the best of us can lose ourselves in a moment of passion."
Suddenly there was a cry from within the room. "Tom, no!"
Goosebumps ran across the girl's flesh. If a vampire like Forest was that panicked, something was very wrong.
Shit... Damn it, this is all my fault...She turned to Lancer once again. "Go ahead and get Jack his whisky. I'll handle this." The magus's eyes narrowed with regret. "This whole thing's my own damn fault. So I should be the one to fix it."
***
A moment of doubt crossed Tom's mind at Forest's plea. A small flicker of humanity returned to those violet eyes. But only a flicker. Much of his morality was still buried under primal instinct, under his intoxication induced by his now heightened senses. It was enough, however, to grant him speech.
He briefly felt regret, seeing the fear in his partner's eyes. "I... I-I..."
But his eyes fell upon her now exposed underwear. He could see her need pooling around the lacy black frills. The rationality that had been so desperately trying to resurface became pushed down again by his own primitive desires, and the trembling that had began to overcome his fingers faded as he eagerly removed the obstructing garment.
He's staying, but . . . we'll follow your lead.
So distracted was Tom by his task and the sweet, sweet feeling of her scratching behind his ears that he barely registered the telepathic message. A dark part of him hoped that the other man simply be drained dry and he could have Forest all to himself, but at the same time, he was now able to register that having this other man near would make her happier...
If that is what you wish, so you shall have it. He looked down to see the now exposed slit, glimmering with lust. As dulled as his thoughts were, he was still able to look at it with fascination. Curious, he slipped a finger inside her. It was slick but soft and warm inside, and to his surprise he could feel her clamping and squeezing around the finger, almost desperately. Pleased by this, he slipped another finger inside her and began to move them around.
***
She pulled her lips away from Finn's, he tasted so warm and alive. Then her indigo eyes bled to crimson, her lips swelled slightly, and her fangs lengthened. They throbbed in her jaw as she licked the line of Finn's pulse. To the young man she whispered, "You should undress too."
Then, ever so gently, she sank her fangs into the sweet pulse of his throat.
Finn, relieved to no longer be a living ragdoll, couldn't help but enjoy the kiss Forest gave him, as shaky as it was. He returned it gently, lovingly. As she transitioned to his throat, he couldn't help but shudder in pleasure from the feeling of Forest's tongue.
He heard her request, and was about to comply when her fangs sunk into his throat.
A cry escaped Finn's lips. Any pain he would have felt was lost in the sudden wave of pleasure that ran through his body. He felt himself harden completely, and despite his sudden discomfort, stayed still as Forest continued to feed from him, just allowing himself to enjoy the ride for the time being.
