No Escape

He nipped at her lips playfully, manic grin creasing across his face. He knew how much she hated this particular of expression; it was not one he was very fond of himself, but seeing her so enraged by a simple leer was priceless. His little hellcat, so easy to torment, so easy to break. And the sheer simple joy of it was that she put herself back together so quickly, ready for another round.

"Stop- Stop touching me!" Lilith shrieked, eyes wide and angry. He had her pinned by her wrists against the wall, torso pressed tight enough to her own to prevent any movement on her part. Cain seemed to have quite a penchant for this position, for she was finding herself like this increasingly often over the passing nights in Enoch.

Cain purred in amusement. "You say this every time and yet, by the end of it, you are screaming for me." His prehensile tongue left her lips and slithered down her neck to stroke between the valley of her breasts.

"So disgusting!" She hissed at him, feeling the unnatural appendage wriggle between their bodies. Why didn't he understand that it didn't feel good at all? Although between her legs... "Ah! No!" she said aloud as the lewd thought crossed her mind, voice gone up an octave.

The vampire king laughed at her, devilish red eyes glittering like hard diamonds. He'd seen the split second of desire flit across her face and it only made him more aroused. He knew he loved her. Loved her in the most twisted, dark way imaginable. She questioned him constantly as to whether it could be called love at all.

He didn't care. It was what it was. She liked it whether or not she would admit to it.

"On the bed," Cain drawled, throwing her away from him with ease.

Lilith sputtered, spitting the taste of dusty blanket out of her mouth. She glared at him. "Fucker."

"No cat and mouse tonight? My dear, you disappoint me. You know how much I enjoy catching you." he chuckled throatily, knowing the immediate reaction it would spark in his wily queen.

And react she did, lunging off the bed with such speed it actually hurt when he caught her by a thin ankle and yanked her back.

Cain crawled atop her, one large hand holding her shoulder-blades firmly to the mattress. "Be good," he warned, sliding a long finger along her damp lips, catching her clit with the blunt side of his claw. She jumped at the action, furiously digging a handful of talons into his thigh. "No," he said sharply, delivering a stinging blow to her backside. He spoke to her as if she were a house pet.

Abruptly, two tapered fingers idly slid inside of her. Lilith groaned, hating herself, hating him.

"Remember what happens when you're a good girl," Cain sucked at the flesh of her neck, fangs raising a small welling of blood where they razed along the supple skin.

She made a sound akin to a strangled sob and turned her face away from him. She knew what was coming next.

The blonde vampire reached for a half-filled wine glass sitting on the bedside table. He smiled down at her.

Lilith felt the hot trickling of salty human blood down her back, the flow slowly moving upwards until it was soaking into her hair and spattering onto her face. Another night, another failure. Cain smirked deviously, fingertips sliding against the cheek he couldn't see. Sure enough, they were coated in watery blood tears.

His smirk widened almost manically. Another victory. He leaned down to whisper into her ear, licking at the blood pooling in the ridges.

"This is how much I love you..."