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keptherwaiting) wrote2020-08-08 01:27 pm
keptherwaiting) wrote2020-08-08 01:27 pm
1863, Texas
Jasper leans against the doorway of the barn, his gaze on the house across the way. The women, of course, were given the house, and he knows there's no danger for miles, yet he keeps watch. His gaze, in particular, resting on one candle-lit room.
The rest of the newborns are in the barn with him. Except for the one that Lucy pulled for the night as a companion. It's not the first time one of them has picked a lover to share a few hours with and it probably won't be the last, but it irks Jasper nonetheless.
Not because of Lucy, or that, just -
It makes the men even more obnoxious, especially when well-fed on top of it. Jasper would prefer them hungry now. At least their hunger distracts them from this. This is just -
His gaze drifts to the group behind him, where the others play a game of cards. The whispers from the corner make his jaw clench. The way they talk about the three woman.
- Obnoxious.
His gaze drifts off back to the house as Liam, the youngest of them, breaks off from the group and comes to join him. He braces himself. The boy is barely sixteen - he wishes Maria hadn't turned him. He can't control his feelings like some of the older newborns. He's more zealous when hunting, more anxious when hungry, and -
"Do they do that often?" he asks in a hushed whispers. "Take lovers?"
- Hornier, than the rest, on nights like these.
"Sometimes," Jasper grounds out, his jaw clenching tighter.
"Maria too?"
Jasper fights the urge to growl. “Stop talking and get back with the others,” he snaps instead, jerking his chin toward the group.
One of the older newborns looks up at the disturbance - Campbell, already grayed around the hairline - and he beckons the teenager back over to them. "C’mon, kid," his voice gruff as he meets Jasper's red-eyed gaze, all-knowing like he's the one with Jasper's powers, before he focuses on the kid again. "You ever play? We'll deal you in this time."
Jasper nods his thanks as Liam scurries back to the group and he looks to the house once more, back to the candle-lit window.
The rest of the newborns are in the barn with him. Except for the one that Lucy pulled for the night as a companion. It's not the first time one of them has picked a lover to share a few hours with and it probably won't be the last, but it irks Jasper nonetheless.
Not because of Lucy, or that, just -
It makes the men even more obnoxious, especially when well-fed on top of it. Jasper would prefer them hungry now. At least their hunger distracts them from this. This is just -
His gaze drifts to the group behind him, where the others play a game of cards. The whispers from the corner make his jaw clench. The way they talk about the three woman.
- Obnoxious.
His gaze drifts off back to the house as Liam, the youngest of them, breaks off from the group and comes to join him. He braces himself. The boy is barely sixteen - he wishes Maria hadn't turned him. He can't control his feelings like some of the older newborns. He's more zealous when hunting, more anxious when hungry, and -
"Do they do that often?" he asks in a hushed whispers. "Take lovers?"
- Hornier, than the rest, on nights like these.
"Sometimes," Jasper grounds out, his jaw clenching tighter.
"Maria too?"
Jasper fights the urge to growl. “Stop talking and get back with the others,” he snaps instead, jerking his chin toward the group.
One of the older newborns looks up at the disturbance - Campbell, already grayed around the hairline - and he beckons the teenager back over to them. "C’mon, kid," his voice gruff as he meets Jasper's red-eyed gaze, all-knowing like he's the one with Jasper's powers, before he focuses on the kid again. "You ever play? We'll deal you in this time."
Jasper nods his thanks as Liam scurries back to the group and he looks to the house once more, back to the candle-lit window.
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A sharp inhale when he tastes her.
Maria plants her foot against his shoulder, toes curling to keep herself steady. She feels ridiculous, already so worked up for this—acting like an overeager school girl during her first tumble.
She doesn’t even remember her first time, not as a human. She can remember every time with her mate, though she wishes she couldn’t.
Blinking rapidly, Maria grounds herself in the here and the now, not letting thoughts of him ruin her enjoyment of the young vampire between her legs, with his mouth against her.
“Yes,” she breathes, angling her hips up a little to guide him, her hand leaving his hair to squeeze at her breast as she nods. “Like that, good.”
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He moves slowly, purposefully. A slow drag of his tongue, a flick here, a gentle suck there. Over and over, again and again, using her feelings to guide him more than any sounds he draws from her.
Not that he doesn’t want to hear her. He does. He wants her loud, drowning out Lucy. Maybe loud enough so that the other vampires in the barn even know what he’s doing to her, if they hadn’t guessed already.
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But. Right now?
She grows louder, her fingers twisting in his curls, her hips rising to meet his mouth, back arching as he uses her desire to map out what she wants, how she wants it.
“Shit—fuck, Jasper,” Maria whines above him, gasping.
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He likes that. His name on her lips, said with abandon. She’s never so free with herself.
He continues to work her with his mouth and tongue, getting more bold by the minute, striving to hear her so unrestrained again.
And when he uses his powers this time, he manages to focus only on her, on the pleasure coursing through her. Easier this time, with his face buried between her legs, her scent surrounding him, the taste of her on his tongue. His entire world is her, in the moment.
He pulls at the threads of her desire, stretches the strings of it taut like a line before releasing it back to her.
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Fuck, he’s good. He’s so good at this—a quick learner indeed.
Then, when he fiddles with her desire, her need, her breath catches in her throat and it happens so suddenly—her whole body stiffening as she comes, back arched, thighs tightening around his head, shaking, trembling; a desperate cry leaving her lips before she grinds her teeth together to hold it back.
It only succeeds in making the sound muffled, slightly. Her jaw creaks with the force of her teeth. Frantically, as soon as she can, her hand slides from Jasper’s hair and curls around his shoulder.
“Ven aquí, joder, ven aquí. Besame,” Maria gasps out, dragging him up her body.
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Jasper scrambles forward, kissing her hungrily, overwhelmed. He presses against her with a gasp, still feeling the tremble of her as he rubs against her.
He doesn’t care that he seems overeager. He is. He just wants her again, already.
“Fuck,” he mutters again, biting at her lips. “Can I - ?”
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Her breathing hadn’t evened yet, and already it quickens again. He slips inside of her easier this time but the burn and stretch still makes her knees feel wobbly.
Pushing one hand through her hair, the other comes to rest at his throat again, a distant reminder of who is in charge. No matter if he just gave her an excellent orgasm.
Her hips rock forward and she groans, overwhelmed, oversensitive, but determined.
Leaning forward, she bites at his bottom lip, his chin, sharp but not enough to break skin—not yet.
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“Fuck, Maria.”
His hands settle at her hips, grabbing at her tightly when she leans down to bite at his mouth, his chin. Not a bite but sharp enough. (And he doesn’t want that.
Or does he? Does he want her to bite him? Maybe it’s just her who wants it but he doesn’t know, the desire for it just lost in the haze of what’s between them already.)
He grips her hips even tighter as he thrusts up and into her with enough force that the bed creaks heavily under them.
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"Sí, fóllame," Maria gasps, moving her mouth down the column of his neck to nip at his collarbone, to press her teeth there--gently at first, then, as he slams up into her again and she squeezes him inside of her, her teeth sink into the skin.
It's fast--but it's still going to hurt, she knows, she knows and she does it anyway. Quickly, she drags her tongue over the mark, already puckered from the venom in her mouth. She shushes him preemptively, crooning soft words into his ear, "Silencio, mi amante. Todo esta bien. You're okay, shh--"
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He only manages to catch himself from going for her throat because it's Maria. That registers after a moment, and he scrambles away from her instead with a hiss.
" - No todo esta bien. Fuck. ¿Por qué?"
He presses at the mark gingerly, hissing again, and his chest feels like it's on fire from the pain.
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Maria stalks towards him, knocking his hand away from the bite, tracing the new mark with the tips of her fingers, her eyes flashing, daring him to push her away again.
"Significa que eres mío, ahora," she whispers, her fingers pressing a little harder than necessary against the bite. "¿No quieres ser mío?"
Her hand drops from the ring her teeth have left, into his lap, wrapping around him, gliding her palm over his skin with a deft flick of her wrist, eyebrows raised at him in question. "¿Bien?"
She's waiting, Jasper.
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But her words -
"Sí, soy tuyo," he manages, "Yo siempre he sido tuyo.."
He takes a deep breath, trying to focus on the pleasure again, his hips starting to move into her hand than inch away.
"¿Me vas a morder otra vez? ¿Esto va a ser una cosa?"
He just - If it is - he can at least prepare himself for it.
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Another kiss at his hipbone as she moves down his body, each movement measured and careful, making sure he's not skittish under her. Which, surely he is. She finds she cares more than she wants to.
"Let me make it up to you," Maria whispers, her tongue flicking out to lick the tip of him. Swirling it around him, letting him sink between her lips, just a little.
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And so he is skittish under her, his muscle tense with each kiss as she makes her way down her body. He even startles a little when she licks at him and puts her mouth on him.
He swallows hard, watching her carefully.
" - Okay."
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But it does her little good if the man she's trying to bed is scared of her--he's usually scared of her, to be fair--so she'll take her time again, making up for the bite she gave him.
Though, she won't apologize for it; it makes her feel some sort of new wickedness.
She presses his length against his stomach, licking him from root to tip, her forehead pressing against his abdomen. Resting there, she takes him fully into her mouth, working her way down, her fingers circling him at the base, holding him in place as she lifts her head and then slides back down, groaning around him.
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A wave of pleasure taking him over when she takes him in her mouth.
“Shit.”
His head bumps back against the headboard with a thunk, and his fingers twitch before he buries them in her hair.
A rational part of him tries to remind him of the pain, but -
He glances down, watching the way her lips stretch around him.
- fuck rationality.
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Maria pulls off of him, her hand still moving up and around and over him. "Dime--te gusta eso?"
Her voice is hoarse, husky, from the weight of him on her tongue, in her throat. She doesn't wait for an answer, instead swallowing him back down.
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He vaguely wonders how many times she’s done this. How many vampires she’s bit and then put her mouth to after. He thinks he should care - that rational part of him again, warning him.
And he should certainly worry about his time with her, he’s seen already what happens when a newborn is no longer of use. But, he doesn’t. He’ll worry about it later. He’s been good at staying alive so far.
And right now -
“Fuck, Maria.”
- he just wants.
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"Fuck me," she hisses, arching up into him, her hand wrapping around him again, pressing him against her entrance. "Vamos de prisa, Jasper."
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One hand grips the headboard above them, fingers digging into the simple wood structure, and the other curls around her hip, hitching her leg higher as fucks into her. A little erratic, no set and steady pace, just hard and fast.
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Her leg, tight around his waist, the other with her foot planted against the mattress for leverage. She feels impossibly full, tight, with him fucking her into the bed.
One hand uncurls from the headboard, reaching for him, coming to rest at the back of his neck. Maria gasps, her head falling back, "Besame, mi amante, come here."
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His fingers dig into the mattress, tearing at it, as he then shifts, changing the angle of his thrusts.
And then his pace is relentless. He’s barely kissing her then, just heavy puffs of breath against her lips as fucks her in an earnest, the bed knocking into the wall with enough force that it leaves chinks in the plaster.
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She chose wisely tonight, and congratulates herself on that. Maybe, in making him wait (because of course, she'd thought of this before, of him in her bed, how could she not with the way his eyes follow her everywhere?), she made this better. He wants her so badly.
Maria gasps, her hands falling from his shoulders to tangle in the sheets, arching herself up against him, meeting his frantic thrusts with ones of her own. The angle he's chosen, it makes her cry out with every hit, whine and gasp and wail as he moves.
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He’s pure want in the moment, and every cry and gasp from Maria just urges him on. His thrusts are sure and relentless as he picks up on her pleasure, at the way the changed angle produces more of it.
He pulls the tendrils of it taut, just like he did when he went down on her. He wants her to come undone again. Only he doesn’t want her cry muffled this time. He wants her loud.
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The wood cracks under her fingers and--she stiffens, arching up into him, as she comes undone, her body quaking, pulsating around him and she is loud, this time. Cursing, groaning, crying out.
"Fuck."
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