forevertrouble (forevertrouble) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2009-12-01 23:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2024 12, dead character: gideon prewett, former character: minerva longbottom, npc: vampire |
RP: Minerva & Gideon
Who: Minerva Longbottom, Gideon Prewett and NPC Vampire
Where: Someplace in London, then Diagon Alley
When: December 1-2, 2024
Rating/Warnings: Adult
Summary: Minerva gets in over her head
She was fantastically drunk, and naked in the bed of a bloke that she met at Eros. Minerva sighed, then moaned as her lover for the night - Ryan? - moved between her thighs, and then he was thrusting his cock inside of her. Minerva whimpered in drunken pleasure, winding her legs around him as he slid in deep.
"Oh, yeah," she groaned, then ran her nails down his back.
Soon the couple on the bed began to move together - slowly at first, but their fucking grew more frantic and the man nuzzled into Minerva's neck, kissing her there. Licking her.
She smelled so sweet...and he was still so hungry. Gods, she probably tasted good too - blood laced with tequila and lime.
Minerva groaned and cried out. "Gods, yeah fuck me," she begged, then bit down on her lover's shoulder in passion.
It was enough. Robert - not Ryan - licked over the spot against her neck and then his fangs came down. But he waited until he sensed her orgasm approaching and when she began to moan louder, and then hearing her high pitched scream he slid his fangs into her throat - as careful as a hypodermic syringe.
Minerva bucked up against the man as her orgasm was so intense, and then he held her to him - his cock buried deep inside of her. She thought maybe he had come too, but suddenly she felt weak and tired. Sated.
Her eyelids fluttered and Minerva whimpered; murmured something incoherent. And Robert still drank from the woman, and she was so sweet and tasty. Better than he imagined. Gods, this was better than the pig's blood the Healers told him to drink - that he had been drinking since that night after a month ago. When he was turned.
She sensed something was wrong - not good and she tried to push at him but her limbs wouldn't move. Minerva's eyes closed and she didn't struggle. "Mmmnhh."
Robert pulled away, his mouth stained crimson and his fangs still showing. The girl didn't move. Oh shit, she wasn't moving!
"Hey...hey, you. You okay? Hey!"
He began to lightly slap her cheeks, but the girl wouldn't wake fully - only moaned weak once and Robert put his head to her chest. He could barely hear her heart. Fuck!
"Oh no, no, no...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to drink that much! I'm sorry, please don't die," he said, trying to wake the girl but it wasn't any use. "Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck."
Robert hadn't realized he had gone soft and fallen out of her, only that he was on his feet and pacing back and forth in front of the bed - looking at the girl still laying there, and he thrust his hands into his hair frantically.
Okay, calm down. She won't die. Just...yeah, just give her the blood. Make her drink the blood and she'll live, then leave her...leave her where?
Robert climbed back onto the bed. "Hey....Hey! Where do you live?"
Minerva's eyes fluttered open and she looked at who was talking. "Live?...D-diag...alley," Minerva whispered, and then something was pressed to her mouth. Something coppery tasting and she couldn't push it away. Couldn't squirm away.
The next thing Minerva saw was the face of a different man, and his voice sounded distant. Was she outside? Why was she so cold?