Wishverse Sestina
By Livia
NC-17
het, porn, poem
Wishverse Sestina: In Cold Blood
by Livia
And then they died, and were reborn in blood.
They tasted power, knew revenge served cold
on all they'd ever loved. Now, prowling down
the street, "I'm bored." She pouts, and dips her head.
"Get used to it, immortal girl," he chides. His teeth
hide, 'neath a smile placid as death, and dark.
Humans have learnt of late to fear the dark.
They hunt tonight, but haven't tasted blood.
Still bored, she runs her tongue over her teeth
nd her mate smiles, differently but still cold.
She feigns submission, lowers her sweet head.
He strokes her face and then moves lower down.
His hand clamps on her shoulders, pushing down
And she is on her knees, eyes going dark.
White fingers tangle in red. He tilts her head
and stabs her mouth, his cock thick with the blood
of mortal boys and girls, bodies now cold,
who'd screamed their life out underneath his teeth.
He'd slap her now if fangs slid down from teeth
and so she fights her instincts, going down
on his cool hardness, her mouth damp and cold.
He fakes breath, gasping, mouthing curses dark.
Warmth, though, cannot be feigned, nor pulsing blood.
His hands are lifeless, chill, clamping her head.
He pulls out, pins her wrists above her head,
and falls on her with clash of thorny teeth.
Sex slakes a need twin to the thirst for blood,
so what's the diff, when all are lying down?
All mortals turn to demons in the dark...
(Or is it different? Is it not so cold?)
She writhes against him, friction fighting cold.
Still, death is always there inside her head,
a silent third who watches from the dark.
(She never knew a warm kiss, threatless teeth...)
A dead boy's thumb slick with her come slips down.
Her body freezes, shatters, ice from blood.
She lies inert. Blood stills, and she is cold.
She swallows hunger down. He pets her head,
And whispers through his teeth, love in the dark.
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