A/N Trigger warning -if you cannot stand blood then stop reading when you see ~warning~

"You start at the academy tomorrow. Have you been to the other realm yet today?" My father stared down at me from his place at the head of the table. I nodded my head and cringed at the sighs from either end of the table. I knew I was a disappointment, they didn't have to bring it up at every meal. My sisters stared at me from across the table with sympathy. They both had the glowing symbols of their chosen on their hands.

"Any luck dear?" My mom asked kindly. I couldn't speak. i couldn't say the words. I just shook my head no. I was a failure because I did not have a chosen. I went to the other realm every day searching for the one who would be mine. None of the demons I encountered there would accept me. I had tried lower level demons, bowing to them and asking nicely, demanding them to become my chosen, but they had all just refused. I wasn't frustrated, I was actually just getting desperate.

They were sending me to one of the oldest and most prestigious schools for sorcery and necromancy. The students learned to harness the powers of the spirits and demons they called. It was assumed from my infancy that I would attend and my name had been down this whole time with the expectation that I would be a summoner. My father, grandfathers and their grandfathers had all been summoners, so they did not plan on what would happen to me if I was not.

So they planned to send me anyways. Without a demon or a hope in hell of surviving the school. I tried to put a brave face on it, but even my sisters had tears in their eyes when they said goodbye. I was dropped unceremoniously outside the school by the driver. I watched other families cheerfully bringing in their sons' and daughters' luggage with smiles and proud looks. I grabbed my one suitcase and made my way up the grand staircase alone.

I found the place cheerier than my home, even with all the marble and statues. At least I didn't have sighing family staring at me in the halls. On the outside I looked like everyone else. I went to my room and put my things into the lone dresser. I was a little in shock that my parents had paid so much money to get me a single, but then they knew I would be spending most of my spare time in the other realm and probably wanted a safe launch point for me.

I wasted no time in drawing my portal on the wall opposite my bed. I carefully inscribed the sigils from memory. I had done this so many times, it was no wonder that the other realm felt more like home than this place. The ritual done, I watched the outline shimmer and shake. When the entire surface looked like water, I stepped through. This time I was in a forest of dead trees.

I looked about me for any sign of life, but nothing stirred. I walked along, the crunch of dirt sounding repetitive to my ears. I finally saw a small demon, child like in a way, trying to climb a tree. I wandered in its direction. It was reaching for a small black bird. The bird startled at my approach and flew to the next tree. The demon turned and growled at me. I smiled and bowed.

"Aren't you a little old to be looking for a chosen?" It growled at me in a deceptively deep voice. I looked up in surprise.

"Ah, yes I suppose." I admitted. It shook its head at me.

"Nope. Too wishy washy. That's your trouble. Don't want you. I'm looking for someone else. Someone who can get me that bird." It pointed to the next tree over and then wandered in that direction. I was not really disappointed. I didn't like climbing trees. I wandered further, finding a small red stream. I looked back and forth along the stream but it was barren.

I heard a chiming sound and I turned my head to listen. It was my alarm. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, drawing symbols in the air in front of me. My body felt hot and then a shock of cold as I stepped forward. I opened my eyes and I was back in my room. I looked at the clock and only a few seconds had passed. It felt so much longer on the other side. I sighed and flopped on my bed. This was going to suck ball-sack.

"Good morning students and future summoners! Welcome to the Academy. I am your homeroom teacher. I will be helping you with any schedule problems you might have, booking you time in the training centres, and I can hook you up with a tutor for any classes you might have troubles with. Any questions to start us off? No? Let's get to know one another then. Give me your name, your demon or spirit's name and one thing you like. Go." She pointed at the first student in the row and I slunk down in my seat at the back. Crap.

The students all went one by one, saying their name and then a second name before saying what they liked. As it got closer and closer to my turn I felt my sweat building. Way to put me on the spot. No really, it was a great start to my school career. Hello, I am from a famous summoning family and have no demon, pleased to meet you. Ah hi, I am a failure, want to be my friend?

"Excuse me? At the back?" I was jogged out of my thoughts by all eyes turning to look in my direction. I gulped. Here goes.

"My name is Jack Sargon, my favorite thing to eat is pie." I said cheerily. They looked at me a moment and then the teacher furrowed her brow.

"Oh, you forgot to mention your demon's name, Jack?" She looked at me expectantly. My smile faltered slightly and then I took a deep breath.

"No ma'am. I haven't got a demon." Saying it out loud had a disastrous effect. A few gasps were heard; the murmurs were loud enough that I couldn't hear the teacher trying to quiet everyone. She came right to the back of the class and grabbed me up out of my seat. I could see the sweat on her forehead.

"Class, quiet work in your seat!" She shouted and then we were out the door. "What the hell were your parents thinking." She muttered as we went down the hall to the administration offices. She didn't even knock on doors, just barged through them like it was an emergency. Was it an emergency? Now I was getting scared.

"What is the meaning of this Margret?" An old man behind a large desk asked as she barged in. She swung me in front of her and crossed her arms.

"He hasn't got a chosen." The words hung in the air for a moment without noise.

"Is that true, boy? What's your name?" He looked over the desk at me curiously.

"Uh, Jack Sargon sir." I muttered. His eyes nearly popped out in surprise.

"Sargon? You are John's boy? No demon? Highly irregular. What shall we do?" He sat back with a thoughtful look on his face. I waited as my fate was decided.

"I don't belong here, do I?" I said quietly. He blinked and looked at me. I knew I looked stricken. He shook his head, but I wasn't sure what he meant. No I do belong or no I don't?

"Examinations are in eight weeks' time. If you do not have a demon to call by then... for your safety you understand, I will have to expel you." He pronounced. It was like a death sentence to my ears. I had eight weeks or I had to go home in shame. I bowed anyways and thanked him profusely with a small smile. At least I had hope. I asked to be excused from all extracurricular activities and he nodded with understanding. As I left I heard him talking to my teacher.

"Shame. He seems like such a nice, respectful boy."

Time. Never enough time. I was a pariah to the other students. Doomed to go from class to class and learn theories I couldn't yet put into practise. Doomed to spend every other waking hour in the other realm searching for my saviour. Nothing. No demon would bind him- or herself to me. Why? I did everything right. According to every text on the subject I should have one by now. My blood was true, my marks were clear, my rituals perfect and yet...

I was panicking. I had only days left before the trials. My sacrifice sat in a cage on my desk, enjoying the finest birdseed I could get. Eyes followed me between classes, whispers wondered what I would do as time ticked down. I made the door open once more and stumbled inside. I was out of time. I needed one demon, just one. I screamed at the red sky and knelt on the black dirt.

"Please! Anyone! I will give you anything!" I screamed at the deadness around me. My tears ran down my face in frustration. I wiped them away harshly, sighing at the utter silence. Wait. Silence. Complete and utter silence. No birds, no scratching, no wind or insects. I swung around to look behind me and nearly fell over. There was a demon standing there. His eyes narrowed as mine widened.

"What are you doing here boy?" He asks me in a deep voice like silk. His head tilts to one side as he considers me, sitting there in the dirt. I looked him over carefully. This was no lesser demon, that was for sure. He was taller than me by at least a foot or two. His body was carefully sculpted, almost perfectly formed to look like a man's body. He wore clothing of a sort, made of fabric and metal that made him look fierce.

"I want... no, I need a chosen. My life depends on it." I said firmly. His features were almost handsome as he raised a brow at me. The tanned skin was smooth and his hair was braided neatly to fall down his back. His eyes were red and sharp with intelligence. His teeth were sharp and white as he smiled in amusement. If it wasn't for those demonic traits, and the horns that rose from either side of his head, he was eerily human.

"Indeed. Why is that?" He challenged me. I had thought of nothing else all these days, weeks, months and years. It was simple.

"It is my destiny. I can feel it. I don't just want to make my parents proud or stay in school... I need this." I insisted to him. He looked at me seriously. I stared back at him without flinching. He walked around me, taking in my hair, clothes, everything.

"What would you give to have me? You said 'anything' but what is that?" He tested me. I gulped. I knew what all demons ultimately desired. What made it all so risky, the summoning and the orders...

"My body, my soul, even my love. Whatever you desire." I whispered. He blinked. It took me off guard as the first time I had seen him do so. He came forward and held out his hand. I hesitantly took it. He lifted me up out of the dirt and I dusted myself off. His arm wrapped about my waist and pulled me close. I felt his body like a rock against my own.

"I accept. Name me and call me when you have need." He breathed into my ear. I shivered at the feeling. Wait, he accepted? Did that mean he wanted me? I grabbed his shoulders in excitement.

"Really!? You accept? Thank you so much! I could kiss you right now." I gushed. He laughed and bent his head to catch my lips with his. They were hot and swift. I gasped as a wave of heat flooded my senses.

"Name me quickly summoner, your time is running out." He bent to listen. I found this strange, me name him? Wasn't he supposed to give me his name? I racked my brains for something I could remember. Then I thought of my favorite dragon from the legends.

"Shyrikan! I will call you Shyrikan, okay?" I beamed at his smile. He was rather sexy for a demon.

"Alright Jack. Time to go now." He stepped back and I heard the sound of my alarm going off. I bowed to him and he bowed back. Then I closed my eyes for the jump back. I drew the symbols in the air and felt the temperature switch. I opened my eyes and looked around my room. I had finally done it! I was shaking from the frightening reality of my success. I could do the exam in two days' time, but I had never practised any of the trials we would be forced to do.

I was terrified and elated at the same time. We would have to wing it on the day of the exam. I didn't have time to book a training room. Besides that, what on earth had I agreed to? I realised that I had just promised my body, my soul, and my love to the demon in exchange for his help. He hadn't said which he wanted, so I had to assume all of them. That meant as much as he was mine, I was now his.

I had not even specified when he could have any of those things, so technically he could take them at any time during our contract. It was a terrifying prospect. I knew this was the right thing to do, and at the time the perfect thing to promise in return. I wasn't sure how I knew, but at the time I had just felt it. Like destiny moving my mouth for me, making sure I was saying the right lines at the right time. He was the one.

I was in a daze as I waited for my turn. The marking for my demon did not show up on my hand because I had yet to actually call him, so I worried about whether or not the pact was going to be sealed on the day of the exam. The others thought I was doomed, and I didn't have the consciousness to tell them otherwise. They pitied me as I walked into the room that day, not realising I was going to be okay. None of them guessed that I might have succeeded.

"Come forth, Jack Sargon." I heard the old man say to me as I entered the room. There was a large sigil embedded into the floor of the room and I stared at the summoning sigil with unease. I bowed before the three people at the high table.

"You did not bring a sacrifice. Does this mean you have not been successful in obtaining a demon?" The older woman on the left asked me. I looked around in shock. Oh no! I had forgotten my sacrifice! I knew there wasn't time to go back to the dorms for it.

"Ah, no ma'am. I... I mean I have a demon now. I... I can summon him now. If... if you want." I stuttered with nerves as the three stared at me with my empty hands. They were probably thinking I was lying, or faking it. I walked to the sigil and pulled my small knife from my belt. I had no other choice right now. I gulped and drew the blade across my palm, splashing my own blood into the circle beneath me.

"What are you doing!" I heard the man on the right shout as he jumped up from his chair. Even the old man looked mildly alarmed. I did not bother with the fancy summoning script.

"Shyrikan." I said his name, almost too quietly for the three to hear. The woman's eyes narrowed at me as I closed my eyes and pressed my bleeding hand to my chest. I felt the floor begin to shake tremendously and my chest began to burn. I gasped as I felt the tracings of our bond burn onto my skin. Not on my hand, but over my heart. It hurt worse than my sisters had said it would. Worse than the tattoo my mother had made me get for the family crest ceremony on my sixteenth birthday.

"You called me, my lord?" The familiar voice had my eyes flying open. There he was. My demon had come as he had promised. I smiled at him fondly and his eyes widened at my expression. I walked forward and gave him a hug, there in front of my examiners.

"Yes. Thank you for coming. They need us to do a few things, then you can go if you like." I replied softly. He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. We turned to face the examiners and two looked at me in horror. The third was very interested with the turn of events, the old man was a hard person to rattle even with a shaking of the floor.

"Could you please fetch an item for your master?" The old man asked. He turned to me and I looked at Shyrikan.

"Uhm, could you get the bird from my room?" I asked. "Alive if possible." I added thoughtfully. He grinned and was gone in a flash. It was only a second or two later that he arrived again, this time with the cage from my desk. He handed it to me, with the bird still chirping away.

"Very good. You did not need to tell him where your room was. That shows a strong connection. Kells, your turn." He wrote something down on his parchment and turned to look at the younger man. He still wouldn't sit down, regarding me with distrust.

"Tell me a secret that I will know and you will not." He sniffed. The old man looked a little angry at the request.

"Kells, he is just a first year." He cautioned. Kells just shrugged. I understood it was a question usually given to older students, but that made me more determined. I thought about it before I turned to Shyrikan.

"I know. Go look in his underwear drawer and tell me what kind he wears." I asked the demon quietly. He chuckled a bit at the request and disappeared. When he came back moments later, his grin was too big for me to be anything but worried. He whispered into my ear and I coughed in surprise. Instead of saying it out loud, I offered to go up and whisper it.

"Nonsense boy. What is the secret?" He sneered. I shrugged.

"You wear lace trimmed undergarments in shades of red and black." I blushed and couldn't look him in the eyes. He sputtered for a moment, but only sat and pouted as his answer.

"I will take your lack of protest as a positive test result." The old man's eyes twinkled slightly and he motioned to the woman. She narrowed her eyes at me, on guard with what had just happened. I shifted uneasily under her harsh stare.

"Find something that is lost for someone else." She glanced at the old man's disapproving look. They both knew I had no friends. They knew I was ostracized from the others, yet she still asked me to do this. That meant I had to find someone with a lost item, figure out what it was, and then obtain it. I was only allowed minutes in which to complete each task, so I had to think fast. Maybe I was going about this wrong. I had sudden inspiration.

"Okay, so I want you to go to the lost and found at this school. Pick out one item that has not been there for a long time, so less than a year. Use whichever of your senses you need to in order to identify the person it belongs to. Then bring the person and the item back here, in one piece and alive. Not the item, but you know." I watched his thoughtful expression. Then he tousled my hair and disappeared.

The time ticked by as we waited for him to come back. In a flash, he reappeared with a red scarf, handing it to me and then disappeared again. I was confused. Didn't he need the piece of clothing to find the owner? Another flash and he was standing there with an upperclassman in his grasp. The kid looked terrified as he was dropped on the polished floor at my feet. I felt bad for him that the woman had asked for this. I handed him his scarf.

"What the f-hell? Why'd you drag me here? And how'd you get my scarf?" He swung around to look at the demon again, then the examiners, then me. "I thought you were doing first-years now?"

"Apologies son. We are. This is a special case." The woman said to him. My brow furrowed at the words. What did she mean, I was a special case? I had a demon like everyone else here. I was normal now, not a 'special case.'

"One last trial boy." Kells interrupted the old man as he began to dismiss us. "Tell your demon to call this other boy's demon here." The woman gasped. The old man protested. I knew it was pretty advanced summoning to have your demon call another person's demon. In the case of emergencies, it was used between the stronger summoners to aid a failing comrade. I gulped.

"What is the matter?" Shyrikan asked me. I sighed and explained.

"They want me to do an advanced second summon. They want me to ask you to bring that boy's demon here." I closed my eyes in defeat. There was no way. It required years of training and trust between a summoner and their demon, plus working with the other demon and summoner. It required a sacrifice from the demon, or that the two demons have an arrangement, or one be significantly stronger than the other.

"So? I can do that. Give me a moment." He walked over to the other student. "What is your demon's name?"

"His name is Agrona the Slaughterer. Good luck getting him to listen to you." The boy said arrogantly. My demon looked a little annoyed at the boy but walked back to the summoning sigil and did something strange. He bent down and knocked on the floor three times.

"Agrona. Come." He said simply. Then he stood up straight and came over to stand next to me. The sigil burned red for a moment and then a rather frightening looking creature came forth. I was reminded of all the other demons I had come across, with their strange animalistic features and oddities. This one was huge and looked like it was part bull. It looked around in confusion before turning to see us standing there.

"You said your test was not until next week, Master." He growled. The student shook his head mutely, his shock at the appearance was evident. The bull's head swung to us and his eyes widened. "My Lord." He bowed deeply to us and I turned to look at my demon's reaction. He stood tall and took it as his due. I knew in that moment I was in trouble.

This was no lesser demon, probably not even a midlevel demon. He was an upper level demon, a lord of the other realm, and I knew now that he did not belong to me... I belonged to him. I rubbed my chest as the silence in the room gained form and substance into a crushing weight on me. I felt nervous as I waited for the examiners to acknowledge my success, let me go, or condemn me as they saw fit. Nobody moved or spoke.

"Thank you, Agrona, for coming. It was in response to another student's testing. Your master may dismiss you now and leave as well." The old man finally allowed. He looked at us now over his glasses as he scribbled something on his sheet. I shifted on my feet as the other two left. I felt Shyrikan pat my head comfortingly and I raised surprised eyes up to his. He had the audacity to wink at me and grin as we waited for a decision.

"You should break your pact with him. It isn't safe." Kells banged his fist on the table and startled me.

"What?" I murmured. The man got up and began to pace behind the high table. I watched him suspiciously as he mumbled to the other two. They seemed to be arguing with the old man.

"Jack, dear, what did you promise this demon in exchange for his patronage?" The woman asked me with a strange look on her face, sickly sweet voice and tremulous smile. I looked between them with a deep sense of caution and foreboding. I knew better than to tell them what I actually offered, especially with such a strange atmosphere.

"His heart." Shyrikan spoke up, putting a hand on my shoulder to steady me. I gulped and reached up to put mine on top of his.

"Is this true? Did you offer him your heart?" The old man asked. I nodded quickly. He looked down at his sheet in contemplation.

"I find it hard to believe that a demon of your prestige would accept a mere boy with only a heart to offer." The old man shot the demon a look. Shyrikan just grinned and pulled me close.

"Do you now? Perhaps it was not what he offered, but what he implied. You see with your language I can interpret it two ways. One, that he offers me the organ from his chest that pumps blood through his body. Two, that he offers me love and adoration. I am stronger with worship, so I would not refuse a worshiper. Though I must do little jobs for him throughout his lifetime, he has offered me something I will never lose." He pressed his lips against my temple and I shivered in response.

"Your name is not Shyrikan." The old man pronounced. My demon nodded.

"That is correct. However, the boy calls me that and I will answer to it." He growled into my hair. It seemed as though he was smelling me, clinging to me like a possession in front of these examiners. I had troubles breathing through my anxiety and he was petting me to soothe me.

"Who are you demon?" He askes firmly. "For the safety of my school, I must know who I allow within its walls." I felt the rumble of my demon's growl and rubbed his hand soothingly.

"It's alright. You can tell them, can't you? If it can't hurt you, you should tell them." I looked up into his red eyes. They watched me uneasily. Was it me he was worried about?

"I didn't want to frighten you, boy. Know this, we are bound forever now and I will serve you until you die. Stay with me. I will keep you safe from harm. I will bow to none but you." He whispered into my ear, glaring at the people at the table. I was shaking as I waited for his response to the question. "I am Akaron, King of the Other Space."

"Get away from that boy." The woman hissed at him. The man, Kells tried running forward to summon his own demon but Akaron threw up a barrier in front of the sigil. The old man just stood and spoke to me.

"Jack, my boy. You have no idea what you have done. Leave his side. Come here and I will help you break the pact between you. We will help you find a different spirit to summon. Something a little easier to handle." He was trying to be kind, I could tell. Really he was just gouging my heart with a spoon. I was too weak to handle my demon, that was what he was saying. I should have something weaker by my side, because I was a failure.

"I am sorry, Headmaster. He is the only one who believes in me. The only one who ever has. I will stay with him until the end." I vowed. I looked up into the shining red eyes that looked back at me with calm acceptance. I felt the ground begin to tremble and flames erupted in the room, catching Kells' clothes on fire. The three of them began tracing symbols into the air furiously and I knew they were attempting to send him back to the other realm.

"Shall I kill them, or will you come with me?" He asked me as a whirlwind blew against us, fanning the flames high and melting the gilt on the walls. I looked around in awe at the maelstrom about me that had not affected me at all. He was keeping me completely untouched by it all. I held out my hand to him.

"Won't I become trapped in the other realm if I stay there too long?" I asked, repeating what had been drilled into my brain from a child.

"You will forget. Who you were and where you came from. You will not be able to portal back to where you went in without me to guide you. You will be lost to this world." He explained, taking my hand in his and waiting for my response.

"I already am lost to this world. Take me home." I told him. His hand tightened on mine and he waved the other to form a door in thin air out of fire. I walked with him towards the portal, oblivious to the shouts and frantic waving of the examiners. We stepped through the portal into the calm of the other realm. Once through, the portal shut and we were alone.

The sky burned red and the wind was warm on my face. He tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear. "Will you become my bride, Jack Sargon? I have no ring to give you as the humans do, but I will give you a crown." He was standing so close I could see the flecks of black and silver that floated in his eyes to give depth and character. He leaned down to press his lips against mine and I closed my eyes to feel it.

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Again I felt the warmth coursing through my veins. His lips were hot against mine and I was surprised by how soft they felt. Twice now I had been given sweet kisses by this demon. This one took a turn to the more passionate as his sharp teeth nipped at my lower lip. I tasted the iron tinge of blood and gasped, my eyes flying open to look into his glowing red ones. He growled and licked at the blood, thrusting his tongue inside the parted flesh to tangle with mine.

His grip grew rough as his hands dug into my hair to push my head back and bare my throat. I flinched as his lips traveled down my jaw and he licked the sensitive flesh under my chin. His teeth scraped the soft flesh, making me whimper as he nipped my adam's apple and collar bones. I could feel the blood dripping from the wounds until he licked them clean again. I panted with the force of my beating heart. It thudded out of control in my chest.

"Are you sure you want to marry me? It seems like you'd rather eat me." I mumbled. He chuckled and bit down hard onto my shoulder. Tears flooded my eyes as I cried out. I grasped at his body, pulling him close to me in a death grip as the pain besieged my senses.

"You are rather delicious. Just a taste or two wont hurt you. But not here. Come and I will make you mine. Say you will be mine, Sargon." His voice was hypnotic and sensual. I nodded and let him sweep me up into his arms. We shimmered in a great whoosh to another place in the Other realm. There before us was a great black stone castle. I was taken up the stairs and into the winding halls in my demon's arms. "Say it."

"I will marry you, Akaron." I hummed to the demon that held me. I snuggled close to his warmth as he took me into his chambers and laid me on his bed. I was disrobed of my now bloody and raggedy clothing, and laid naked onto the bedding. I traced the black mark on my chest with one finger, the place just above my heart. He watched me with hooded eyes before taking off his own clothing with a shimmer of the air around him.

I stared at his massive body and emptied my mind of all thoughts, all fears. If he hurt me, he would fix me. If he frightened me, he would make it up to me. Above all, he would protect me. I knew this now. He did not call me his slave but his spouse, his equal on any plane of existence. I was weak, but he could help me to be strong. I would need him more than ever now that I lived here in the Other Space. 

His hands descended, stroking the smooth flesh of my legs first. They travelled upwards to my soft belly as he moved forward onto the bed. Creeping ever closer to me, devouring me with his eyes. He licked his lips and I worried for a second that the taste of my blood and flesh outweighed his sexual desire. Then I caught sight of the massive erection swinging between his legs and I feared his sexual desire might outweigh his appetite.

He could probably smell my fear and arousal like perfume in the air. His grin as he teased me was roguish at best. He used his sharp nails to draw lines down my body, drawing a hiss from my lips. He knelt between my legs now and I was certain there was no way his c*ck would ever fit inside me. He used his fingers to spread me open, thrusting them inside and swirling them about with some spit.

It was agonizing as he pulled and pushed more saliva into me, the anticipation that is. When he growled and gave up making me any wider I braced myself mentally. It was like trying to shove a too-large piece of marble into my body. I closed my eyes and tried to relax my muscles. I tried to breathe but the sharp pain of the stretch was too much. I felt the tears collecting in my eyes and I cried out as he shoved forward in an attempt to go in. The head popped through the tight muscles and I was shaking.

He didn't wait, shallow thrusts making it slide around the opening slightly. It was wet, and I was sure it was from my own blood. He pushed further in with each slide and I gasped as I was ripped open. I felt light-headed with the agony my body was going through. He pulled out again and then forced himself in as far as he could. I couldn't even gasp, my mouth opening with no sound. He bit down on my shoulder and I felt the trickle of blood down my chest.

I was going to die. He was tearing me apart and going to eat me alive. It felt like I was slipping away and he kept bringing me back kicking and screaming with each wave of pain. He pounded into me so hard he managed to shake the sounds from my body. I gasped and screamed with every thrust of his hips. He kissed me and swallowed my shouts. He held me down and poured his cumm deep inside my hole. I felt faint.

"Here, take a bite." He stoked my hair and tipped my head up. In front of my face was his arm. I looked at his in fear and confusion. Eat what? Him? I shook my head gently. "Bite or die. Choose quickly. You are bleeding out." I gulped and bit the firm muscle. I barely managed to break the skin with how weak I was. He growled and took a bite himself, then leant over and fed it to me with his mouth. It was bitter and I coughed as I tried to swallow.

"No more, please." I begged. He shook his head and fed me more. I tried to focus more on the way his mouth felt and how his body crushed mine. Soon he stopped, but I still sought out his lips. He indulged me for more kisses. When we finally pulled away he looked frightful. His arm was partly eaten but already beginning to heal. His face and body was spattered with blood. I watched him trace patterns in the red smears on my body.

"You will heal now. Do you feel better yet?" He asked me with an air of concern. I thought about it. I moved around a little and realised the places that should be screaming in pain were numb. I sat up with him and looked at the damage we had done to the bed. I sat in a rather alarming puddle of red. For someone who had lost so much blood I felt good.

"Yes, I feel better. We should clean this up before we sleep, shouldn't we?" I turned and looked at his smug smile. I tilted my head at him in question. He pounced on me and I squawked as I fell back onto the bed.

"No. Who said anything about sleeping?"