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Started August 19, 2022 by Deleted user

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"I doubt you'll be able to kill Oni, considering he's escaped gods." Jackie snorts. "And even if you do, he probably has contingencies for that."

"If I wasn't, I wouldn't have asked."

De’Tearion rose an eyebrow at that, completely bewildered. What sort of nonsense was she speaking now?

“Woman, you make no sense sometimes,”he huffed.

De’Tearion chuckled, deciding that there was no point in hiding it. He then showed her the empty bottle.

“You were mentioning you had a death wish? Feeding me be a quick way to get that wish. Yet, since I seem unable to hypnotize you, I will give you the rare chance to decide if you will be a willing victim, or a challenge. And, this excludes the little offerings in a bottle. I am naturally equipped with a better way to feed,”De’Tearion said bluntly.

Jackie raises an eyebrow of her own. "You've never heard of Oni? What kind of tree did you live beneath?"

"Oh, just shut up and do it," she huffs.

She unbottons her shirt and tosses it off to the side, leaving her in a plain camisole.

De’Tearion snorted,”Why would I know this individual? I was born on an isolated island. There be only one shipping route to it, and few are brave enough to attempt it.”

De’Tearion rose an eyebrow, then chirped. He teleported, reappearing next to the table with the second empty bottle. He set down the one he’d finished, then teleported again, appearing behind Jackie. He wrapped her in a four-armed bear hug, his head hovering near her neck.

“Conscious or unconscious?”he asked quietly. He didn’t care either way, and his new proximity to the blood flowing through her neck was becoming irresistible.

"Well, generally, if you don't know him, you will." Jackie laughs.

She shrugs as well as she can while being restrained. "Which hurts more?"

De’Tearion chirped, rolling his eyes.

He tilted his head, a bit surprised by her question. He had been asked which way hurt less, or even which way was more pleasurable. But, no one had ever asked which way hurt more.

“On one hand, I knock you out, typically with a punch to the temple. When you wake, you will have that pain to deal with. On the other hand, the pain be discomfort that becomes increasingly worse as I drain you of blood, until you are unconscious,”De’Tearion explained.

It was strange, being so open about his feeding habits. But, he was giving Jackie a choice.

"The second option." Jackie states confidently.

She knew she might be making a mistake, but she gave no fucks. She just wanted to feel alive, even for a little bit. Pain was really one of the only ways she could feel that.

Well, besides pissing people off.

“You are a strange woman,”he mumbled, barely aware that he’d even said it.

De’Tearion’s focus drifted to Jackie’s neck and body. The sound and smell of her blood enveloped him, and the music of her heartbeat called to him. With the snack of her blood still lingering in his mouth, he couldn’t resist an opportunity to taste it again.

A last minute thought came to him just before he opened his mouth, and he teleported both of them onto Jackie’s bed, his back against the wall and Jackie, still wrapped in his arms, sitting on his lap. He might as well be comfortable, because he planned to savor this moment, this rare, willing meal.

De’Tearion finally opened his mouth, feelers coming out and caressing Jackie’s neck, tasting her flesh as well as checking for the optimal spot to drain her blood. He found a place just on the curve between her neck and shoulder, his feelers retracting slightly. His proboscis then came out, the end of it covered with claws.

Those claws hooked into her skin and an inner proboscis pierced her neck, burrowing into her skin in search of an artery. It latched onto the nearest one it could find, poking a hole in it. De’Tearion then started to steadily suck out the blood, taking long, slow draws of her bitter, but still irresistible, blood.

(Yes, I’ve written several of De’Tearion’s feedings, and this one is actually more vague than I usually do, just to simplify things a bit)

(I figured. She's actually into shit like this [like Oni] so I've had to write this out in her story.)

Jackie snorts. "Just get it over-"

She gasps softly as De'Tearion teleports, then again as he feels his proboscis, then the claws, touch her.

She shivers and her hands grab ahold of De'tearion's arms instinctively; maybe to keep him there, who knows. But she felt him drinking her blood, and it gave her a grim pleasure, feeling the pain, the draw of his sucking making her body tighten and shiver.

It takes a while before she passes out, and it wasn't even from pain.

(Oh no, lol)

De’Tearion had closed his eyes as he started feeding, and that seemed to make every gasp and movement from Jackie so much more noticeable. He heard the pleasure in her heartbeat, and it bewildered him. He’d only encountered a few folk that reacted like this to his feeding, so he didn’t understand why they liked it so much. Maybe that’s why Jackie had asked such a strange question.

Though, when Jackie grabbed him, De’Tearion jumped a bit. It was reflex mainly, caused by a life of many wars and near-assassinations, but he also hadn’t expected her grip at all.

When Jackie finally passed out, De’Tearion chirped, still confused by the pleasure she’d felt. He continued feeding a bit longer, then retracted his proboscis. Her wounds closed, just because of the shape of his proboscis, though they weren’t healed. That, De’Tearion did with one of his few healing spells.

De’Tearion then settled against the wall, careful to keep from waking Jackie. He stared at the ceiling for a while, feeling a bit more satisfied, though still ravenous. But, that was nothing new. Eventually, he dozed off, his arms shifting to cradle Jackie instead of restrain her.

It's hours before Jackie wakes up.

She yawns; one of the straps of her camisole had slipped. Her hair was messy, too.

She was warm. She started purring softly.

De’Tearion didn’t stir when Jackie woke. His hands still cradled her, but they occasionally twitched or shook. He also chirped or growled periodically. He seemed to be dreaming, but it was hard to tell if it was a good dream or a bad one.

Heat radiated off of De’Tearion by nature, but he had actually been colder than usual because of his starvation. Since he’d had something to eat for the first time in a week, he was closer to normal, and thus made a perfect source of warmth.

Jackie yawns, her purring pausing for a moment.

She curiously mrrps?, feeling someone holding her, having forgotten De'Tearion was there.

She turns into a cottonball, all her hair and fur poofing up. She fixes her camisole. She had barely avoided yowling.

(You know, I get Jackie just woke and all, but it makes me wonder… How can someone forget De’Tearion’s with them when his long ass fucking legs are sticking out from under them, lol? Just saying, lmao)

De’Tearion chirped in reply to her noise, though not in a conscious way. He was still deep in his dreaming, and it was steadily getting worse. His breathing became ragged, and his noises and movements became more prominent. He even started shivering, and his arms held Jackie tighter, as if he was desperate for the proximity.

(Well, she's part cat; cats can be a little bit retarded. One time, I had one of my cats asleep on my lap; I touched her and she screamed at me in surprise XD )

Jackie shifts, looking fully at De'Tearion.

He was asleep, that much was clear, and having some sort of bad dream.

She shakes him gently to rouse him from his slumber; if he tightened his grip more, she got the feeling that she'd pop.

(Okay, you have a point there. And, I’ve got nine cats, so yeah, I know that well, lol)

The moment Jackie started shaking him, De’Tearion jolted awake, three out of four arms swinging outward and slamming hard enough into the walls to leave indentations. He then immediately teleported away from Jackie, appearing next to the bed, where his legs promptly gave out and he fell to the floor.

“Never touch me while I sleep!”he snapped at Jackie without looking at her. His tone was actually much harsher than he’d intended, but he had been battling in his dream, so he was quite tense because of that.

De’Tearion then flopped onto his side, coiling up. He wanted a hug, or just someone to hold him, but he didn’t have the heart to ask. It tore at him though. The amount of times he’d been offered any comfort numbered fewer than the amount of times he’d fed on a willing victim. And, he could count both on one hand.

(Lol, yeah.)

Jackie yelps as De'Tearion kills the wall.

That could've been me. she thinks.

"You looked like you were. . ." she starts, but she stops, searching for the right word. ". . .troubled."

She stands up, sitting down on the floor next to De'Tearion.

She didn't understand anything. Why was she suddenly so. . . sympathetic? She, Jackie Thornwald, was not sympathetic. She was cruel and sharp-tongued, a quick-witted menace.

She shifts slightly, then shifts the big man so that his head was resting on her lap.

De’Tearion sighed,”For your sake, never again touch me while I sleep. ‘Tis a violent reflex I have.”

His voice was much softer now, docile even. He watched her move, caution in his drowsy eyes. He flinched when she touched him, but when all she did was set his head on her lap, he melted.

Part of him was screaming at him for falling into such a dangerous trap, leaving his neck exposed. But, the other part of him, the part with all of his melancholy and gentleness, was just glad to have a moment of peace.

De’Tearion slowly started to doze off. He fought against it, but it was rather difficult to do. Besides his recent coma-like sleep caused by the last duel he and Jackie had, he hadn’t slept in a while. At least, not in any restful way.

Before he knew it, he was drifting off to sleep. His hand shifted onto Jackie’s knee, holding it with a shockingly light and gentle grip. He wasn’t even aware of the movement as his eyelids drooped lower and lower until they closed.

Jackie shrugs. "At least you only killed the wall. I'd be pissed if it was the bed."

She looks down at De'Tearion, some unfathomable emotion welling up inside her as she watched this person, this man, fall asleep.

This man that was supposed to be another enemy, who was now sound asleep on her lap.

De’Tearion shook his head, turning away with a troubled gaze.

De’Tearion could hear the emotions flowing through Jackie, just by the way her heart beat. However, he was barely paying attention to it as he dozed off. His mind was blissfully silent, and he wanted to keep it that way.

Jackie slowly evens out her breathing and slows her heartbeat.

She stays awake the entire time to avoid moving De'Tearion.

De’Tearion didn’t stir, but his senses were still attuned to Jackie. As she calmed down, the rest of his tense body relaxed. His legs also stretched out a bit, though they stopped moving once his feet bumped into the bed.

As he slept, Jackie had plenty of opportunity to admire the particularly handsome individual on her lap. His jet black hair was soft and smooth, and cascaded down his face in a way that highlighted his delicately carved facial features. Every curve and angle in his face was nearly flawless, an elegant masterpiece created from good genetics and aristocratic care.

However, beneath the living portrait, there were countless signs of a dark, tortured past. His endless battle scars from the neck down were most prominent, but there were also scars hidden in his hair, and they weren’t battle scars. It was difficult to tell what they were exactly with the way his hair was currently covering them though.

Jackie notices all these little details about De'Tearion.

She didn't generally touch people while they slept - the fact that De'Tearion had told her not to anyways made her want to more - but she gently traces a small scar on the beautiful man's face, wondering at how warm he was.

She trails the finger down to his neck, where she finds a pulse. She smiles softly.

He has a heart after all. . . she thinks, before pausing.

Well, he should. He isn't that man, after all. . .

De’Tearion’s smooth, pale skin was actually quite cool to the touch, despite the amount of body heat that came off of him.

As Jackie moved her finger to his neck, De’Tearion chirped, squirming slightly. His legs moved the most, and one of his feet rotated, a claw loudly tapping the floor. His heartbeat also sped up a bit. Then, his hand gently squeezed her knee, though it was unclear if it had been a deliberate movement or not.

Jackie jerks her hand back, then considers the hand on her knee with a growing feeling of warmth in her face.

Oh, for the love of the gods. . . she chides herself, schooling her emotions once more.

She now just watches the large man until he wakes up.