Blood Urges

The following day arrived, and Renzo awakened with a splitting headache. The pain in his head felt like a freight train had barreled through it. Nonetheless, he mustered up the strength to sit up, even though it intensified the agony. Pushing one of the files aside, Renzo strode purposefully toward his luxurious master bedroom. Surprisingly, his disheveled state of mind seemed to lighten when he caught sight of a captivating woman occupying the enormous king-sized bed.

Curiously, a strange hesitance held Renzo back from approaching the bed. Ignoring the tumultuous clash of desires within his body, he proceeded into the bathroom. With determined resolve, Renzo activated the shower, allowing the cool water to cascade down his torso.

After a lengthy half-hour, Renzo emerged from the bathroom, only to collide with something soft. Meanwhile, Asari had awakened, seeking to refresh herself. Much to her astonishment, as she made her way to the bathroom, she collided with a solid masculine physique.

"Ouch! That hurts," she yelped, stumbling back slightly. But before her balance could falter completely, a pair of strong arms instantly encircled her waist, pulling her closer.

Suddenly, a surge of heightened senses overcame her, triggering an unfamiliar craving deep within. A thirst for blood intensified with each breath she took, growing stronger with every inhale and exhale. As their proximity grew, a delightful aroma of honey and cream intertwined with the freshness of a dewy spring morning soap filled her nostrils.

Her breathing gradually transformed into an erratic rhythm as she surrendered herself to the captivating scent, the intoxication of which seemed irresistible. Her heart pounded vigorously against her chest, its palpitations resonating in her ears. Puzzled by this peculiar sensation, she pondered, "What is this strange feeling?"

Meanwhile, Renzo engrossed in the tender embrace of her form, sensed a sudden shift within her. His chilled body absorbed a hint of warmth from hers, but this time, she radiated an intense heat, akin to blazing fire. A feeble, anguished moan escaped her lips, alerting Renzo to her distress.

Gently raising her head to assess the situation, Renzo was met with a flushed, crimson face. Her eyes were tightly shut, furrowed brows reflecting deep concern. Panic washed over Renzo as he tenderly shook her, "Asari, what is afflicting you?"

Meanwhile, Asari felt the world spinning around her, the voice reaching her ears growing faint, reminiscent of a distant whistle. Within moments, she sensed her body being lifted off the ground, her head finding solace against a firm yet comforting surface. Seeking greater solace, she nestled closer, further embracing its soothing essence.

While Asari sought solace in her newfound comfort, Renzo's mind raced with worry, fixated on Asari's pallid complexion. For the first time in years, he unveiled his caring nature to another. Previously, he had reserved such sentiment solely for his beloved, whom he believed he had lost.

Now that he had finally found her, though uncertain whether it was truly her, he couldn't help but display his caring nature. Gently placing her on the soft bed, Renzo rose to fetch a towel, which he needed to wipe the perspiration from his forehead. His once immaculate, silvery hair was now clinging to his damp skin. Before he could fully rise from the bed, he felt a firm grip on his arm. Turning to face the woman lying beside him, he noticed she was frowning with an expression of pain and muttering uninterruptedly.

Sensing her hand tightening around his, Renzo settled back down, offering soothing words, "It's all right, I'm not leaving. I just need to get a towel." Yet, his efforts appeared futile as her grip on him grew tighter. Suddenly, a sharp sensation shot through his wrist. He winced at the pain and instinctively glanced at the source, only to witness the transformation of her previously delicate nails into menacing claws. Something was amiss.

Could it be a painful memory haunting her? Yes, that must be it! he pondered. While drifting into his thoughts, he was startled by the sudden opening of her previously closed eyes.

They blazed with an intense fire, emanating an unmistakable sense of murder. Then, a chilling voice intruded upon her mind, eroding what little sanity remained. "What are you waiting for? Drink the blood," it began eerily.

A softer voice retorted, "No! You can't drink it. You're not her." "Surely, you won't let them escape without paying in blood. Drink it!" the insistent voice screamed.

With that, Asari said in a bone-chilling voice, "Pay with blood!"

The hunger for blood she felt at that moment was indecipherable but all her mind screamed was blood. The claws gripping Renzo's hand had already dug into his flesh and the oozing blood had a strong scent that affected her. On the other hand, Renzo didn't understand what she was talking about.

Before he could inquire about her intentions, the woman sprang onto him. Her eyes blazed with an unexplainable fury and thirst for blood. This piercing gaze only deepened his conviction that she was the one he had been relentlessly searching for.

Within seconds, a set of sharp teeth broke through the flesh on his chest.

The pain swiftly dissipated as she tenderly licked his wound with her tongue, while her lips fervently sucked on the crimson liquid seeping out.

As Asari indulged in his blood, desire surged within him. The sensation of his life force leaving his veins sent shivers of pleasure coursing through his body, triggering a subtle tremor. When was the last time he experienced such overwhelming sensations? The memory eluded him.

In that very instant, Renzo pulled Asari's slender figure closer to his robust one.

Her intoxicating natural scent blended with the aroma of blood filled his nostrils, arousing an urgent desire to sink his teeth into her skin.

The barrier of his aversion to blood had crumbled long ago since Asari came into his life. The closer she moved toward him, the more intoxicated he became. Now pushed to the brink of self-control, Renzo plunged his fangs into her flesh.

The air around them was permeated with the scent of blood, echoing with moans of pleasure and the intensifying desires of the two lovers.