Page 8 of Blood Lust

Chapter Eight

Annie didn’t stop riding me; indeed, she heaved herself against me, faster and harder than ever. It was all I could do to keep her from bucking free, to keep my teeth from inadvertently tearing open her neck.

I could barely keep up with the flow of blood. I swallowed great quantities of it, mouthful after sweet mouthful. Like a hungry babe drinking from his mother’s teat. The warmth of her precious hemoglobin spread through me, coating my esophagus, my stomach. My lips. And now, some of it began to spill free. Down her neck, down over her bare shoulders and breasts.

And still, she continued to thrust. Her powerful movements rocked me, but not enough for me to lose my grip on her neck. Oh no. Like a pit bull, I held firm.

And still, I drank.

Her blood was sweet and salty and coppery. It tasted far different than my own. I hadn’t expected that. A pleasant surprise.

God, she tasted so damned good. So perfect.

I couldn’t imagine a more intimate encounter: two people connected in so many ways. My heart soared. My love for Annie soared. I loved her for letting me drink from her. I loved her for accepting me for who I was. I loved her in so many ways...

I sit back now in the witness chair, words escaping me. Tears flood my eyes. I don’t bother to control them. I don’t care what others think of me. Not anymore.

My attorney is standing before the witness box, hands folded loosely in front of him, handsome face somber and bone-pale.

“But you went too far, didn’t you, Aaron?”

I nod. And I keep on nodding...

I had known I had to stop sucking her. I had never consumed this much blood before. Too much. And so much of it wasspilling out now, flowing down her back and chest, puddling in my lap, soaking into my car seat.

But I couldn’t stop.

Making love to her felt so good, so amazingly perfect, especially while simultaneously drinking her down...

That’s when she started hitting me, beating my shoulders and back, scratching me, clawing me, begging me to stop. But I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.

Not now. I was so close...

I felt my own blood streaming down my back, pouring from the deep furrows dug from her black nails. And still, I sucked. And still, I drank. She had been fighting hard, but now, she was losing her strength, her resistance weakening.

She fought me to the very end, beating weakly against my back, begging me to stop. But no amount of clawing or screaming or begging would stop me now. And now, I was aware of her heartbeat growing fainter and fainter. Less and less blood was pumping into my mouth. My stomach was painfully full.

She’s dying. You have to stop.

But I didn’t. Couldn’t. I was so close to climaxing. So tantalizingly close...

Finally, she quit hitting my back, her hands falling limply to her side, and when her blood ceased to pump into my mouth, I climaxed mightily, powerfully, exploding into her.

I was certain she had died the instant I came.

***

My words hang in the courtroom, echoing faintly, like the sound of Annie’s heartbeat just minutes before she had passed. Another woman is holding Annie’s mother tightly, who now sobs soundlessly into her shoulder.

The attorney crosses his arms in front of his chest and studies me. “You didn’t mean to kill her, did you, Aaron?”

“No.”

“You loved her, didn’t you?”

“With all my heart.”

“And do you miss her?”

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