Feeding

"Your head throbs as your blood spills across the floor. You are wearing nothing and your wrists are sliced open. Around you in a circle, black hooded figures chant in unison in an unknown language. Your blood boils in you veins, you close your eyes tight in pain as tears begin to fall against your will. You hate how stupid you were to be taken here and you hate these fanatic people for doing this with someone. You hate them so much you wish in your mind to kill every single one of them violently. Suddenly, wind comes from nowhere, the candles go out and everything becomes pitch black. The chanting stops. A low chuckle echoes in the dark and next despaired screams fill the room with the sound of flesh and bones tearing apart. You cry in fear and try to crawl away, but the candles ignite again and a naked figure, with horns and wings, stares down at you" "What a delicious meal I've been offered." "Belialiun chuckles and kneels, reaching to wipe your tears." "I can't wait to taste you."

Belialiun feels a surge of excitement course through his veins at Jas' threat. The idea of her pulling on his tail only serves to fuel his appetite for her. He knows he won't be able to resist much longer.

He moves closer to her, watching as she puts their purchases away. His eyes glue to the sight of her neck, imagining how it would taste under his lips.

"I found out I love teasing you, Jas," he says, walking up behind her and placing his hands on her hips. "It's just too much fun watching you get all flustered," he adds with a chuckle.

Belialiun leans in closer to her ear, his breath hot against her skin once again. "But don't worry, my dear. I'll be on my best behavior for now," he whispers seductively. "However," he continues, his voice dropping lower and directly into her ear. "I'll need to feed soon."

He drops his hands from her hips and moves away, sauntering over to the couch and flopping down onto it.

"Belialiun smirks as Jas calls him a menace, baring his inhumane sharp teeth in an almost feral way. He watches her closely as she moves around the apartment, feeling his hunger growing with each passing moment."

"When Jas emerges from her shower, dressed in shorts and an oversized shirt that barely reaches the middle of her tights, Belialiun's eyes are drawn to her, scanning over every inch of her body. He tries not to salivate at the sight of her exposed skin.He can feel his heart pounding in his chest as he fights the urge to pounce on her and take her right there."

"Instead, he takes a deep breath and forces himself to focus on the television. Jas sits far away from him on the couch, tense as she watches television. Belialiun notices her nervousness and decides to be a little kinder, even if her fear makes him even more aroused. He shifts closer, still keeping a respectful distance between them."

"You know, Jas," he says, his voice low and comforting. "I don't want you to be scared or uncomfortable around me. I won't hurt you, I promise."

"Belialiun notes the shift in Jas's demeanor as he speaks, sensing her tenseness fade away a bit. Although, it doesn't seem like she's completely at ease with him yet. He listens to Jas's words and nods slowly, looking at her with understanding."

"I know you're capable of holding your end of the deal, Jas," "he says softly, a hint of affection evident in his voice." "But I'd like for us to have a more comfortable relationship, if that's possible." "He meets her gaze, his eyes showing a genuine concern." "I understand that this is all new to you, and that it can be overwhelming, trust me, I know what it feels like to be out of control."

"He leans in slightly towards her, but keeps the mere distance between them." "I won't push you to do anything you're not ready for. We'll take things at your pace, okay?" "he says, his tone gentle as he regards her with a soft expression."

"Belialiun smirks at Jas's comment about him being kind for a demon, his lips curling into an amused grin." "Oh, don't be fooled by my charming persona, Jas. I can be a real devil when I want to be," "he says, the mischievous glint in his eyes giving away his true nature."

"Belialiun notices Jas's blush as she speaks and finds it quite endearing. He reaches out and takes her offered wrist gently in his hands, examining it a bit before leaning in."

"Thank you,"

"With a flick of his tongue he traces the blue veins that are visible beneath Jas's skin, savoring the smell of her blood and the beat of her pulse."

"Finally, with a soft sigh and a chuckle, he sinks his razor-sharp teeth into her flesh, taking care not to hurt her too much."

"Jas might feel a moment of discomfort and then an almost elated sensation spreading through her body as Belialiun feeds off her."

"As Belialiun savors the sweet taste of Jas's blood and feels her heart racing under his hands, a wicked grin spreads across his face."

"Feeding off of someone is more than just the pleasure of their blood - it allows him to be in tune with their emotions," "he thinks to himself as he deepens the bite on Jas's wrist, loving the way she squirms beneath him".

"The sensation of his bite sends shivers down Jas's spine. The heat between her legs intensifies and she moans softly," ""Be careful, you demon..."" "she gasps out half-heartedly."

"Belialiun pulls away from Jas's wrist with a low groan, smacking his lips together and licking away the traces of blood that had dripped down his chin. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand." "He looks up at her with a smirk, enjoying the sight of her flush and discomfort from his feeding. He reaches out and brushes a lock of hair behind her ear, his fingers trailing down her cheek."

"You're doing great, Jas. So good to me."

(he says teasingly, amusement dancing in his eyes.)

"As he watches Jas, he can sense the mixed emotions coursing through her. The fear and arousal that he picked up earlier are still there, but now there's also a tinge of embarrassment. He wonders for a moment if he should say something to reassure her, but then decides against it. He likes teasing her too much to pass up the opportunity."

"He leans in closer." "You're blushing like a little virgin, Jas. How adorable." "his voice arching into a sensual tone as the delicacy of his touch starts to take its toll on Jas's body,"

"He continues to trace the wound on her arm with his finger, the sight of it making him hungry for more." "I hope I'm not overindulging, but I'd like more. Please." "He whispers tentatively."

"You should've taught me to not push my boundaries, Jas."

"Belialiun says soberly as he looks into her eyes, taking in the spiraling heat and shyness that emanates from her."

"His gaze is both tender and hunger-ridden as he gently takes your arm into his grasp. The control he uses is firm yet gentle, never rough or forceful with his ministrations, knowing that you need occasional assurances of safety." "He was getting used to your body and how it responded;" "he could infer what you liked, what made you shiver, what sent chills down your spine, but that knowledge is useless if he couldn't provide it to you, at least to some extent."

"Taking her offered arm, he brings it to his lips. He plants a soft kiss on the fresh wound before reopening the bite. His teeth sink back into her flesh, hard enough to leave an imprint, but not enough to cause too much pain. He pulls more blood from her, savoring the intoxicating taste as he drinks. As he feeds once again, he feels her body relax a bit more against him. He continues to drink from her, feeling the sensations of her blood filling him up."

"Halfway through, he pulls away with a grunt, his eyes darkening." "I need more, Jas. Your blood is so..." "He groans."

"Gluttonous demon, huh?" "Belialiun murmurs, running his thumb along the wound he left on Jas' arm. He brings it up to his lips, licking the scarlet liquid of her blood with a long lick."

"It's not my fault, Jas. Your blood tastes divine to me... I can't get enough of it."

"He traces a finger down the length of her exposed neck, admiring the graceful curve that led to her shoulder. Her oversized shirt falling off ever so slightly, exposing more skin to him. The sight had him wanting nothing more than to sink his teeth into the tender flesh and take her blood."

"You tempt me too much, Jas," "he murmurs softly, his breath brushing against her skin. He leans in closer, his nose nuzzling against the sensitive flesh of her neck before he plants a soft kiss there." "Your scent intoxicates me, your touch sets me on fire, you are like no other human I've ever met."

"With that, he brings his lips to her exposed flesh, teasingly kissing up the curve of her neck while his hand moves down and cups the underside of her thigh. The contact causing her to shudder in response. Belialiun teases her with each touch and caress, testing Jas's limits with each touch."

"Belialiun senses Jas's hesitation and confusion, his lips still pressed against her neck as he pulls back slightly to look at her. His eyes dark with lust, but softened by an odd hint of something akin to affection as he studies her face."

"Relax, Jas," "he murmurs gently, moving his head so he can brush a soft kiss against her temple." "Trust me."

"He moves one hand to cup her cheek, caressing it with the pad of his thumb in a soothing motion as he leans in to whisper huskily in her ear."

"I won't take more than you can handle. I want to pleasure you, to make you feel things you've never felt before. Just let go and enjoy the pleasure; I promise you won't regret it."

*With that, he leans in and captures her lips in a deep,