Mishiko knew her Lord all too well. Taunting him was only going to become torture for her. She was teasing and pulling at his strings. She knew by the end of the night he would be hers once more. The connection they once had would be restored. Kami, how she had missed his touch. Even feeling his moist fingertips against her cheek made her heart race. Only he could invoke such a reaction from her. She was a starved woman and he had been the one who so cruelly kept her wanting and needing him.<br/><br/>One could say it was a dangerous and harmful relationship; an Oni Lord having control over his lover in such a way.<br/><br/>Mishikoâ€™s morality kept her life in his hands. Those very same hands that traced her body re-memorizing her form. She belonged to him. If he wished her dead he could simply continue to deny her, for she would never lay with another. If he wished to breathe life into her he simply indulged in her.<br/><br/>She was his puppet and he the puppeteer. Simply because she allowed it to be as such. The amount of trust she held in this man was remarkable. Having been starved of him for a year only to hope to find himâ€¦ it was a fate worse than death but yet here she stood.<br/><br/>Mishiko could taste him as he devoured her lips for his own. Feeling his tongue run over hers a shock of passion filled her as she found herself pressing herself against him even more. Feeling his skin against her was the most amazing thing she had ever felt and she couldnâ€™t get enough of it.<br/><br/>As if on cue she felt herself separated from his touch. Her eyes flickered red in conflict. She did not like being pushed away from him. Was he rejecting her now? She had yet to react as she knew her emotions were a vital mess. Taking a deep breath she indulged in his scent. It calmed her and her shoulders un-tensed.<br/><br/>Closing her eyes for a moment her thoughts were interrupted by his words as a smile formed on her lips. Opening her eyes adding to her devilish charm she let him push her back against the rocks, a soft groan escaping her lips. She quickly found herself looking down at her beloved as he pushed her up onto his shoulders allowing the water to run down and off her skin.<br/>She felt vulnerable as she was bare to his gaze. It had been too long. Even despite her aching hunger she still felt hesitant. A sharp glance of crimson caught her eyes even though they werenâ€™t focused on her lavender hues.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">â€˜Weâ€™ll start here first, shall we?â€™<br/></span><br/>She looked down at him with a slight flush in her cheeks. The moment his tongue met her core she tried not to jump as the sensitivity was nearly unbearable. Another jolt rushed through her system as she felt her head fall back. Her lips parted as if she could never get enough air to breathe. Her abdomen tight as her body reacted to his sinful punishment upon her body,<br/>Her hands reached out to the sides of her to grab onto something to bare the pleasure he was sending through her. It was maddening. He soon gave her rest from his torturous tongue. Feeling his lips on her inner thighs she felt her true nature resurfacing as she could smell his arousal. His fingers pleasured her and soon:<br/>The blush faded from her cheeksâ€¦<br/>Her hands flexed as her claws grewâ€¦<br/>The fangs she bore began to elongateâ€¦<br/><br/>Her eyes opened and she was left with nothing but crimson. The air around her changed as a sick smile grazed her lips. â€œOh how I would love for you to miss a spot. If only you werenâ€™t soâ€¦ thorough.â€ She teased in a dark sultry way. The raven haired woman watched as her markings of her heritage began to show up on her body.<br/><br/>â€œHowever, I fear your time of fun is coming to a quick and lethal end.â€<br/><br/>She whispered to him. Her hand ran up the back of his neck lacing into the soft blond tresses of her lover. With a strong pull she made him look up at her forcefully. â€œDo you see what you do to me, my love?â€ Pushing off the rocks she removed her legs from his shoulders as she slid down his body teasingly. Never leaving his gaze she enjoyed the way his crimson eyes burned for her. Pressing a clawed hand against his chest she smirked as she backed him up into the corner.<br/>Running her tongue over her lush lips she eyed him up and down as she couldnâ€™t help but growl in approval. Her eyes screamed of lust as crimson met crimson. Moving past his lips with her own she grazed his ear with a slide of her tongue. Whispering to him, â€œYou shall be punished for denying me, my mate.â€ Her hands ran up his abs as she enjoyed feeling each of his muscles respond to her touch. He truly was a warrior in every sense of the word. Strong, cold, tacticalâ€¦ but with herâ€¦ she knew how to make him feel. He had so much more to offer than his charm and beautiful body.<br/><br/>Running her lips down the flesh of his neck, nipping at the junction between his neck and shoulder she placed a soft kiss there. Smelling his blood through his skin she moaned softly grinding her hips against his.<br/><br/>Her want for his body was dangerously high. Her kind was known for devouring their mates in instances like this. It was simply in their innate nature. She had to pull back but the run of her claws down his skin was rough and she was certain she had caused red welts in her wake. She got a sick pleasure out of delivering him a little pain.<br/><br/>With a growl of frustration she crawled up his frame wrapping her legs tightly around his waist as she tilted his head roughly to the side. With little warning her long fangs pierced his skin roughly as she closed her eyes instantly. His warm blood filled her mouth and she could do nothing but grow more aroused by it. His blood. She had missed the taste of it. She had missed everything about him. Draining his blood, she indulged in him until she released him from her hold with a gasp of air. Grabbing his chin she looked down at him briefly a line of blood running down to her chin from the corner of her lips.<br/><br/>She crashed her lips against his she tasted the mix of his blood and her juices. Running her hands up into his hair passionately as she let out a soft moan between their lips. â€œForgive me.â€ She was beginning to feel her body calm itself as the painful jolts began to ease away from her body. He was sating her, slowly but surely. She was positive she wouldnâ€™t be such a vicious animal â€¦ but no promises. Her aura was increasing in power and it was like having a glass of water after a year in the desert. Kissing him tenderly she trailed soft kisses down to where she bit him.<br/><br/>Her fangs were much longer than his. That had to hurt, no matter how aroused he was. She licked the blood from his skin enjoying the taste but it was an apology. She had lost control and attacked him. Her power was washing over him in waves instead of being aggressively rampant. The initial burst was over. Now he just had an insanely aroused demoness to sate.<br/><br/>Hopefully he would accept her.