Chapter Two

Fall from Innocence

Entranced by Warren's fangs, Karou's mind blurred with the desire to bite him. Somehow, he seemed to know that when he offered himself up to her, the prospect of fresh blood was impossible to resist. In fact, she'd started to dream about it over the last few days. Blood lust dreams were common in young fledgelings - Karou had found them arousing and harrowing. Sometimes, she woke up panting into the night with the feeling of a sticky heat over her skin and trembling thighs.

With every new thing she got to experience came excitement and eagerness to just dive in, but as soon as she found herself on the edge of a moment, a swell of nerves came along to pluck her back from the precise. So far, she'd been quite good at pushing through her doubt to get what she wanted in the end – right then was no different. "W- Will you do it first?"

Warren met her thirsty eyes with equal hunger in his. He knew what she was asking him to do, but he knew that this could easily take a turn if he lost any amount of control in their current state of undress and position. You ask me to do the things I find the hardest over and over, don't you? The way Karou looked at him made her hard to say no to - she was so trusting and ripe and willing; he just had to risk it.

Leaving one arm around Karou's waist, Warren's hand clasped onto the slimmest part of it and gave her a light squeeze which roused the beginnings of a familiar sensation between his hips; luckily, for now, it wasn't so obvious that she'd notice. His other hand moved to cradle her head, where he combed his fingers into the hair at the nape of her neck; this caused her to close her eyes in submission and crane her neck back for him.

Such a good girl. Flawless and unadulterated. His dark thoughts whispered as he surveyed the landscape of her jaw and neck. Being that his fangs were already bare, he found a succulent-looking spot quickly. Without further warning, Warren bit down into Karou's neck. The moment her blood touched his tongue, every ounce of apprehension vanished.

"Hngh…" Karou moaned, a sound between pain and pleasure.

Warren hoped it was the latter. Did I hurt you? He asked.

Karou couldn't focus her mind enough to convey an answer properly, but there was no pain now that she was like him. She held onto him tighter, and contrary to her assumptions about control, she found it was liberating to submit to him. Unlike last time Warren didn't withdraw his fangs as soon as the wounds were made. Now she'd heal at vampiric speed; if he withdrew, the blood supply would cut off before he could have his fill. For a while, he lapped his tongue over the bite as if he were kissing her, deepening the intimacy of the act. Karou wondered whether it felt as sensual to him or if the act of feeding had just become part of being a vampire? Would this ever lose its shine?

The confirmation about how he felt startled Karou; she had no idea that he'd somehow heard everything she'd been thinking. Warren might verbally answer her after he'd finished, but for now, he was enjoying himself far too much to take his lips from her neck. Instead, he groaned into her and let his hand venture down to the small of her back, where he hugged her tighter against his hips. It became indisputably clear how much he was pleased by their closeness and the act of feeding too; he'd grown too much to hide it. Although he'd told her before it could be arousing, and there was the proof in its rawest form, Karou gasped quietly and was stunned into remaining entirely still until Warren withdrew himself from her. But now, she couldn't get out of her head - she had more questions.

Even though Warren had pulled away from the bite wounds to let them heal, his lips were still busy on her skin; he kissed her over and over again in a trance-like state. Over her jaw, neck, shoulder, and collar bone; kisses of varying intensity that felt so good, it was all so confusing. Did he intend to do this to her, or was it just blood lust that had driven his actions? She wasn't ready to admit it out loud, but it would've hurt if it was just down to her blood. Her eyes felt like they'd welled up for a moment when she dared to imagine he wasn't kissing her with anything less than genuine affection to motivate him, but the realisation that it probably wasn't that way had caused a brief moment of grief. Why do I want you to want me? She thought. Maybe I just want to belong somewhere, to someone, to have someone care about me.

"Warren?" Karou whispered, hoping to stir him from his dazed state.

"Hmm?" Warren's eyes were still closed; he was concentrating on the way her skin felt beneath his lips. None of her thoughts came to him completely, but he felt her yearning to belong somewhere. Right now, he didn't intend to let her loose - she could belong in his arms for a while longer. It wouldn't only calm her but satisfy something inside him. It was a feeling he didn't fully recognise yet; it was unfamiliar, which made him wary. He found out that doing certain things with Karou quelled it, but that only made him more cautious. Karou deserved better than to be used by him; he knew that, but how could he refuse her when she was so eager?

"Wh-what now?"

"It's your turn," Warren answered simply, and seeing as he still had his hand behind Karou's head, he led her towards his neck calmly. "Relax. Everything will be fine."

With her fangs already bared, Karou sought Warren's neck for a suitable spot. Her vampiric eyes found his veins with ease, and soon the drive to feed took over. Like an out-of-body experience, she felt herself lung forward and bite into him. It was blissful and instantly gratifying the way his blood filled her mouth - warm, thick, and rich in morish flavour - something that the blood bags she'd been feeding on lacked. Karou decided that she liked this much better than sucking up her meals through a plastic tube. Utterly lost in the taste of him, she forgot what she was doing with her hands. Of their own free will, they moved from where she'd clung to his shoulder blades, and instead, her fingers splayed into the back of his hair and over the side of his face possessively.

Unlike Warren, Karou had no idea how to retract her fangs, and when she was this excited, there was no chance of her being able to restrain herself enough to attempt such a feat. She made rather messy work of feeding from his neck, which she was entirely focused on suckling at. When his blood began to slow as his wounds healed, she lapped at his neck frantically and whined as it was ending. So that she couldn't bite into him again, as she was likely to, seeing as she clearly wanted more, Warren removed her hands from his face so that he could fall back against the couch.

Without Warren there to hold her, Karou found herself perched upright on his hips, staring down at him, wide-eyed with her lips agape as she licked what remained of his blood from them.

"It's nice to see your eyes that colour again." They were the captivating - a rare gun-metal blue shade that he'd remembered her by. Hopefully, it wouldn't be so temporary since she'd dined on fresh blood this time.

"Yours are blue too." Karou's voice had become small, and she mumbled as she came around from blood lust. When the haze cleared, she tried getting her fangs to retract, but her method of forcing a yawn over and over was not working, much to her disappointment.

Warren could see the distress growing on her face and let go of her wrists so that he could help. His chest bumped into hers when he sat back up and closed the distance between their faces again. Warren reached to massage his fingertips into the hinge of her jaw. "Relax, and they'll go back. You might still be a little too excited because it's your first time."

Still being somewhat out of it and having forgotten that she'd mentioned it the night she was sired, Karou muttered, "I didn't know you knew I was a virgin..."

"What?" Warren lent back a little to focus on her face.

"I don't like to mention it because it's embarrassing being twenty and all, but I'm not surprised you guessed.."

"I meant your first time drinking fresh blood, Karou."

"Oh!" Suddenly she realised she'd said too much, and what was worse was the look Warren now had on his face. Her heart sank into her stomach. He is going to push you away any moment now like you're some disgusting, pathetic thing. "I - I meant in the other way... Like in all ways." One. Two. Three...

"I figured that's what you meant." Just as she suspected, he removed his hands from her face rather quickly. Oh, good God, you really are perverse, thinking of her like that. How did you not see this coming? Having been busy in his own thoughts, he only just caught the last of hers. "Why are you counting?"

"Uh- You heard that?

"I was distracted, but then suddenly I heard you start counting?"

"Well... I've never had a boyfriend before, and when I've attempted to be casual with a guy, he's always figured out rather quickly that I have no idea what I'm doing and called me out on being a... y'know. And then I start to count - the longest one of them stuck around was about fifteen seconds. He was the only one nice enough to make a half-decent excuse. Boyfriends generally don't mind taking their girlfriend's virginity, so I've heard from friends, but guys just don't want the responsibility of steering the situation if it's just casual. They would rather not feel obliged to make it 'special' or whatever. I get it." Frantically picking at her cuticles, Karou kept her eyes away from Warren's.

"It's taken you nearly ten seconds just to explain that to me," Warren said dryly.

Wide-eyed, she stared at Warren, dumbfounded by what he'd said. Ouch. That's mean.

"Were you trying to trick me into stumbling into something with you by taking your clothes off?" Suddenly he grabbed the top of her arms and sought her face for an honest answer. He wasn't backing off, nor was he gentle. He'd been imagining taking it further, so there was no call for him to lose his temper when he was taking advantage too, but he wanted her to admit her intentions. Surely, she wouldn't think him stupid enough to believe that her getting him to take his shirt off and the way she had touched him after that meant nothing. Everything he'd done had suggested he wanted her, didn't it?

"No." Karou shook her head; beneath his hands, she wilted. Even if she told herself to be brave and fight back, she could feel the oppressive force of Warren's anger and felt compelled to submit to it. Perhaps that was the power he had over her, as her Sire. "Y-You took m-my..."

"I took your clothes off, did I? Did I also ask to sleep in your bed tonight? Did I crawl over the couch and interrupt your reading? Did I lay down on you and touch you too? All these things you've instigated, Karou. Has it led you to conclude that I want to defile you without consequence? 'Casually', as you put it." Before he could compute what exactly it was that he meant, he had said it. The idea of using her really didn't sit well with him even if he'd done it to other women hundreds of times before, for reasons he couldn't fathom Karou was different.

"I... I didn't choose to do all of those things; some of them just happened. I didn't make plans to trick you into anything, but you didn't push me away."

His grip on her upper arms tightened as he stared her down. So far, he hadn't removed her from his lap as he questioned her, and his body was still teetering on the edge of arousal too. "I told you to be clear about your intentions."

"I'm sorry that I've made you mad again. I thought that if for once I trusted my gut, and opened up, and didn't think, 'oh what if I get hurt?' that something nice might happen. I thought being sired would make me stronger. I thought it would make us at least friends? You said things could happen organically. I- I know now I went way too far. So, just let go, and I'll leave you alone, okay?"

Warren's jaw was tight. He was angry at himself more than Karou and for lots of reasons. He hadn't seen the signs; her boldness hid her vulnerability. Had he led her on just as much as she'd deceived him? What was more, he'd hurt her again. "I'll call you brave because I know you're not stupid, but surely you've noticed I don't keep friends."

"I don't mean like close friends; I just thought we could at least get along while I learned how to handle myself before I leave."

"Leave? Leaving has never been an option, Karou, sired or not."

"So, I'm still your prisoner?"

"If anything, you've entrapped yourself more. You will never leave this Compound so long as I remain here - you're bound to me, like it or not. You're stuck with me."

"But- You don't even like me!"

"I don't like you?" Warren narrowed his eyes at her and simmered. "I know you felt how much I liked you when I was feeding from you. Your mind told me you even enjoyed it."

"I enjoyed the illusion of it for maybe a second or two, I'm guilty of that, but I know it wasn't real. I know it was just because of my blood. You told me it could sometimes be 'exciting' to feed from someone."

"Ugh- You're so frustrating." He let go of her upper arms to comb his fingers back through his hair; it was a feeble attempt at self-soothing. "Your naivety blinds you completely." The moment Warren had loosened his grip, Karou took the opportunity to vacate his lap, but when he felt her moving, he opened his eyes to catch her retreat. His temper was still ablaze; the red mist descended and caused him to reach out and restrain her any way he could. With Karou pinned back down onto the leather couch, he loomed over her with smouldering eyes. "Where are you going?" He growled; his fangs had bared again.

It had happened too quickly for her to scream, and Karou had been helpless to stop him, but her fangs bared too as she stared up at Warren, trapped by his body.

Warren knew the look she wore instantly; her face contorted in fear. The pang that zapped through his chest as he looked at her hurt him - it didn't make him feel strong or powerful to scare such a sweet, defenceless girl, his own fledgeling no less. "Do I scare you?"

"J- just for a second... Sometimes."

"I'd never hurt you," Warren said honestly, but he still didn't lift his weight off of Karou.

"Physically, you mean... I- I know that. I don't know how I know, but it's just something I've always sensed, and now I'm one-hundred per cent sure that it's true because it's in your head." Although she couldn't escape from under him, she could free her hand and touched a finger to his temple.

"I won't let anyone hurt you."

"Isn't that just because you're my Sire?" Karou asked. She couldn't stop her eyes from welling up with tears. "I'm just an obligation to you, just like I was for my parents. They had no choice but to keep me, but they didn't lo- care for me. They didn't want me." She whispered, changing her wording at the last moment because she didn't want the L word to elicit any more explosion reactions from him.

"My own Sire has brought me more harm than anyone else I've ever had the displeasure to meet, and she enjoys it. She doesn't want me either; she just likes to remind me that she owns me. So, no, I don't think it's just because I'm you're Sire. I've never wanted to hurt you."

"But I don't want to be owned."

"I'm not suggesting that I do." Warren let up on her a little now that his anger had dissipated. In shifting his body weight around, they found themselves in a position similar to when he'd first bitten her. Bearing his weight on his elbows, they remained chest to chest with their hips scissored together more comfortably.

"Are you going to let me go then?"

"If I have to. The war might be over by the time you're ready to be let loose on the world as a fully-fledged vampire."

"I know I can't leave the Compound yet, but I meant right now. I thought you were angry with me, yet you're still on top of me. I- I haven't had the chance to put my clothes back on."

"Hmm, now that you mention it, this position is morally questionable," Warren admitted but still didn't move.

"Morally questionable?" Karou made a confused face that edged on offended, she didn't fully understand what he meant, but the way his brows contorted indicated that neither did he understand what she was offended by. "I'm not disabled or broken, Warren."

"Exactly, you're unbroken, unadulterated, with your innocence still intact. I'm practically ancient and harrowingly worldly in comparison. To think you'd consider letting me take something like that from you-"

"My so-called innocence isn't something I plan on keeping forever. I'm not that innocent either; I've seen some pretty awful things, and I've read plenty of books... Besides, I agree with you about Ebon; I don't intend on putting that kind of trust in him."

"I'm just implying that it was rather desperate of you to try and get me to do something like that, Karou."

"I wasn't doing everything on purpose with any lude intentions; I didn't lie about that." Karou laid her hands onto his chest to show her sincerity. "I promise."

"You were ready to die, having only ever been kissed and by me no less."

"At least it was a nice one." She said it before she had time to think about it. When it dawned on her, her eyes widened. "Uh-"

"Yes, they both were." He agreed readily.

"Thank you for saying that." Karou barely believed that he meant it. She muttered, glancing away from his face in defeat.

Minutes were ticking by, and he still hadn't moved to let her get dressed. Inexplicably he was reluctant to kill the mood. Yes, her admission regarding her virginal state had taken him off guard, but he didn't necessarily want to stop, not really. Despite knowing the moral implications were unwholesome, it wasn't like he was doing anything against her will, and it wasn't the most unsavoury sin he'd ever committed.

Her hands were still on his chest, and he liked the way they felt there. With his forearms wrapped under her shoulders, he stroked his fingers into her hair and reached out to trace up the curve of her jaw. His gaze had softened, but he was still staring at her, concentrating on her face. "You're never going to believe that I mean it because most of the time, I'm an ass-hole."

Karou said nothing and just grinned up at him and giggled. She knew he was sincere, but she just couldn't help but laugh. She wasn't so much laughing at him but more at the situation they found themselves in. By now, she'd given up on any attempts at seduction; she figured it was futile. Like she had during the times they'd laid in bed together, she settled for the closeness he was willing to allow while holding her.

Warren heard her thoughts of defeat and grinned back at her. Now, he had a point to prove and a want to satisfy. I thought you had more willpower than that. He kissed her. It was profound, but he waited until her surprise had quieted to he spread her lips with his and devoured her. She moaned into his mouth, and he returned the sentiment as his hand sought to cradle her face to keep her close to him. Karou obliged and didn't try to escape; her hands had ventured from his chest to hold either side of his neck with an identical intention of maintaining proximity. With her eyes squeezed closed, she willed her mind to be silent so that he wouldn't stop if she thought anything embarrassing. Little did she know that Warren had no intention of stopping, and once again, he found his way to her neck and shoulders, where he continued to kiss her sweet scent from her skin.

Karou took in his scent too and turned her face into his hair. When she felt his lips and the kisses left in their wake slowly descending her chest, she flushed brightly; her breath caught excitedly. Discretely Warren slipped the strap of her bra off her shoulder, so his lips could bless the skin revealed to him with more gentle kisses. Even as he peeled one side of the undergarment down completely to reveal her naked breast, he felt hungry for more.

As triumphantly as Karou had commanded her inner voice to shush earlier, now it blurted out some embarrassing thought about the size of her chest, and Warren definitely heard it. She felt how his lips pulled into a grin when he quietly chuckled against her skin, but he didn't stop. In fact, he kissed her with more fervour, groaning and nuzzling his face into the soft and ample cushion her bust made. If I can be truly satisfied with your size, please extend the curtsey and not be disappointed with mine. Warren replied.

He'd made his intentions clear, but if Warren's thought didn't prove them, what he did next and how he adjusted his body over Karou did. Withdrawing one arm from under her, he freely cupped the breast he'd unclothed while his lips focused solely on her nipple. Unsurprisingly, it was unlike anything Karou had felt before, and it drew an excited and surprised gasp from her. Warren found the noises she made, made Karou more irresistible.

Despite the urge to close her eyes and submit to the physical realm blindly, Karou decided that she didn't want to miss a thing and watched every move Warren made. Staring at his lips as they suckled at her, and the tantalising twisting motions of his tongue made her bite her lip. It would be easy to become greedy, she already yearned to reciprocate somehow, but she wasn't sure she should or whether Warren would want her to. The turmoil was causing her slight anxiety.

Ignorant of Karou's concerns, Warren continued in his quest to fulfil both their fantasies. Although his lips continued kissing her bare skin, his hand moved, so his fingertips raked down the side of her body to pull her leg into a new position. He manoeuvred Karou with ease, hoisting her calf onto his hip so that he could present his hips between her thighs. There was no way to misinterpret his feelings when he pressed against her; Karou could feel it. More embarrassing thoughts about how much she liked it made her flush again, but she didn't attempt to hide them from Warren this time. This had been what she had wished for, and she didn't want it to stop. Swept away by everything he was doing, another flurry of motion left her arms stretched above her head while her bralette was stripped from her.

Karou, you can touch me. Warren thought as he coiled his arms back around her to press his chest to hers, skin to skin. At last, she knew whether he wanted her to touch him! Willingly, Karous legs wrapped around his hips, and her hands roamed freely from his jawline where they'd been stationed. When her fingernails raked gently down the front of his torso, over his ribs and stomach, it caused Warren to shudder, his breath hitched, pausing his kisses for a second. Glad that her touch pleased him, Karou grew brave enough to kiss Warren as soon as the opportunity arose, and soon he found his fledgeling eagerly parting his lips to lap her tongue over his passionately. Hmm, don't stop. He thought.

It didn't take long for Warren to lose control and yield to his instincts entirely; he rut his hips up against Karou's, regardless of them both still being clothed from the waist down. If you want this to stop, you need to push me off right now, run to your room and shut the door. There, he'd given her a choice and fair warning. When she didn't move, his arousal was bolstered, and his desperation to explore her surged. Warren ran his fingers down Karou's side; the dip of her waist and the curve of her hips were smooth and deliciously feminine. It riled him up. You drive me crazy. Warren admitted when he gripped her panties with a view to prizing them off and leave her naked. If Karou wanted the burden of her virginity gone, he had every intention of taking it now that she'd primed him.

Warren opened his eyes into hers, and she knew the look he gave her was hunger of the carnal kind. Karou just closed her eyes and turned her face into his neck submissively. Gingerly she reached for the other side of her underwear and began to peel them down her thigh; obliging her, Warren took over. She figured that once she was free of the last of her clothing, he would get straight to it, but Warren wasn't so impatient. He wanted to savour this, and for a long time, her legs had been in his sights. They'd been the only part of her she allowed him to see without being shy.

Their bodies parted, and Warren sat back on his heels with Karou's legs stretched up before his chest, thighs closed with her toes pointed so as he could take off her last lacy undergarment. With the panties flung across the lounge, Warren ran his hands the length of her legs. His forehead rested against her calves as he concentrated his attention on her thighs and rear. Feeling his way around her, Warren noticed how Karou's toes curled when she liked the pressure of his fingers. He couldn't take it any longer; the inevitable was coming.

Warren lent down and opened Karou's legs. In turning his head, he kissed the inner side of her knee and continued down her inner thigh while he held her legs hooked over his shoulders. Karou knew that men sometimes did what Warren was about to, but she'd never dreamed he'd want to be that intimate with her. He was looking at her most private place and kissing alarmingly close to it; the suspense was almost unbearable. With her hands clasped over her lips, she panted in anticipation, her thighs were already quivering, and he wasn't even there yet. She had teased him, though, so she supposed she deserved the punishment of being made to wait.

When he finally gave in and locked his lips around her, a cry so near to ecstasy escaped her that she was instantly embarrassed that she'd made it. It only spurred Warren on, but he knew he'd struggle to keep his hips away from her at this rate. There she was completely naked and helpless to his advances, yet he still had his lounge pants on. Everything about you is irresistible to me. You taste so delicious... Your skin, your lips, your blood, and this. The salacious thought slipped past the guard he had up, and it made Karou feel hot. How could she deny he wanted her now that she'd heard that? He'd said it to her, but she could refute that if she wanted. She had felt how his body reacted to her, but she could put that down to his sex drive. His secret thoughts were the most revealing. Sending her fingers into his hair, she pushed his head back from her; it wasn't that she wasn't enjoying it, it left her breathless, but she wanted more.

Warren sat back onto his heels once more and stared her down intensely. He was waiting to see what she would do next. Reaching between her thighs, Karou brushed her fingers over the waistband of his pants again. Surely, he had to remove them this time? Obliging her some more, he pushed them down his thighs and revealed himself. Although her eyes widened, she couldn't make any negative judgment about seeing Warren in his entirety. She had no idea if he looked like she'd imagined; that part of her dream had always been modestly vague. She supposed he looked like a man should, biologically speaking, and she supposed she liked what she saw. Her eagerness to become closer caused the space between her thighs to ache, and consequently, she blushed, her yearning still causing her some embarrassment. The colour that covered her entire face and neck made Warren smirk. Karou loved it when he pulled that face; his devilish lop-sided grin made her bite her lip. Warren concluded that enough ogling had been done, so he freed himself of his pants and shuffled back to her. This could hurt, but I've no idea how long for. Looking into her eyes, he bared himself down, tantalisingly close. We'll take it slow. Tell me if it's too much.

Okay. I trust you. Karou thought but said nothing and just nodded. Bracing her hands against Warren's upper arms, she watched through the gap between their bodies, and it was only a moment before the inevitable happened. It wasn't remotely how she'd imagined. There was no 'pop' or tearing sensation, just a slightly uncomfortable pressure that Warren navigated into something that felt nearer to relieving than unpleasant. There was only one problem - was there blood? Karou thought so because she could smell it.

A little. Warren answered her half thought, insinuating he could smell it too, but he carried on calmly and unfazed, which in turn calmed Karou.

Patiently Warren eased into a steady rhythm, and soon it started feeling more incredible than he'd anticipated. He was being as considerate of her inexperience as he could be. Still, the slow, deliberately gentle pace made it so that every small movement seemed more significant and teased him closer and closer to the tipping point. Inner urges were satisfied as they edged towards ecstasy.

A shiver tingled up Karou's spine, which caused her back to arch away from the leather and inhale deeply, only to let out a ragged, exhilarated sigh seconds later. When she looked back at Warren, he had his eyes closed; the expression he wore pleased Karou because he looked to be enjoying it too. To prove that Karou was right, a moment later, Warren buried his face into her shoulder as a moan purred from his chest. The sensation of her clinging about him as he pulled his hips away was excruciatingly pleasurable. How Karou's hands wandered over his skin, her soft touch searching over him in innocent desperation to be one, made his chest ache like his hips did to be away from hers for too long. Her breathy whines and whimpers encouraged him to please her more. Soon, they both felt it coming, a swell in the pleasure that caused Karou to quiver beneath him and crane back her head as she let out a sensual cry.

How can you still seem so innocent even when making that noise? Warren thought as he opened his eyes to consider the euphoric expression on her face. Cupping her cheek, he turned her face towards his; he needed to kiss her again, and so he did.

Karou's climax bolstered her courage; she was invigorated and eager to continue. She didn't need gentle anymore and wasn't so delicate about pushing Warren back from her. A look of confusion flashed behind Warren's eyes. He was caused to wonder; now that she had gotten what she wanted, had she done with him? No, Karou just didn't want to lay there and let him have her; she wanted to have him in return, to know that she'd actively made him feel good too. Coercing Warren into position was easy enough, and in obliging her again, Warren found himself sat up on the couch under Karou's command. The once shy and blushing girl straddled his hips and boldly positioned herself where she could lower onto him. Always taken aback by how brazen Karou could be on a dime - a wilting flower one moment and a vixen the next, it amplified his desire for her.

Curiously, he watched her hand take hold of him and put them back together. Now Karou set the pace, and she was fervid. Her passion had ignited now that there was no fear of pain; it was all washed away by how good it felt. Sat there under Karou's spell and her hips; Warren moaned and squeezed his eyes closed. His fingers clawed over his scalp when he pushed his hands back into his hair.

No, touch me. Karou demanded and dug her fingernails into his shoulders, where she was anchoring herself as she rocked against him.

Warren didn't need any further permission and let his hands wander. He touched her lips, and in return, Karou kissed and sucked his fingers. He touched her neck, and Karou craned it back for him. He swept down the centre of her chest, and Karou let go of his shoulders, set her hands behind her, and grasped onto his knees. With her body arched towards him and on display, he had access to everywhere; he could see everything. His fantasy was coming alive before his eyes. Taking advantage, Warren placed one hand onto her chest and teased her. With the other, he kneaded his fingers in just the right spot to entice another climax from her.

Karou flung her head back so that her long, nearly black tresses of hair hung down her back as she moaned into the air. Embarrassment was an afterthought, now that she'd taken charge; the sounds she made were as uncontrollable as how her body reacted to Warren.

It didn't take much of his teasing to get her close again. Her skin became taut over her torsos muscles and flushed a pretty shade of peach. Her nipples stiffened and called for his lips; he granted their wish and kissed over her chest as she rode her way to ecstasy.

He wasn't going to be long behind her; his thighs and abs were twitching to try and gain control of his own pleasure, but it was proving difficult with Karou in command of the pace. When her head snapped back up, Karou lifted his chin which pulled his lips from her chest. Her blue eyes burned with passion as she stared into his and moaned seductively through the close-lipped grin she wore. Karou had discovered something inside herself, a persona she didn't know existed before tonight. Her inner Goddess had awoken and found her appetite quickly. I see why people like this so much. Karou thought.

It can get addictive. Warren replied. Karou hadn't stopped moving against him, and the combinations of sensations and tension building between them meant it wouldn't be just one thing that pushed Warren over the edge. Every sensation culminated in his undoing.

It was explosive when it finally happened, and Warren pulled Karou into his chest against the eruption from his hips. Though his lips hung open, no words came out, but a sound rumbled in his chest that Karou felt through her chest as she coiled her arms around him. Rubbing her cheek up to his with affection, Karou splayed her fingers into the back of Warren's hair. Despite not needing air to breathe, they panted into each other, coming down from the exertion. A wave of calm washed over their bodies as they steadied against each other.

Kaoru's peace of mind was slipping away, and slowly thoughts of everything that had just happened milled about inside her head, sensation by sensation. Being still and in his arms grounded her a little, but she couldn't quiet her mind. At least for now, she was just reminiscing about pleasant things, but that wasn't to last. On the fringes of her conscience, consequence was clawing its way to the forefront. It begged the question; what next? That question likely didn't have an immediately pleasant answer to Karou's mind because what had just happened was probably very temporary. Stubbornly she desired to remain blissfully ignorant for a little longer, so she shushed and shooed away the uglier of her niggling thoughts before they could turn entirely to the negative. She didn't want to think about the aftermath favouring basking in the afterglow, no matter how fleeting. Karou accepted it for what it was and felt happy, satisfied, and safe. These were the emotions she clung to.

Minutes passed with them sat sedate and holding onto each other. Warren felt the same as Karou though he hadn't voiced any of his thoughts either; he wanted to enjoy the simplicity of feeling satisfied without hanging too much on it. In the weeks to come, he would find that even though he'd lived out one of his fantasies that it wouldn't be enough to sate his curiosity. He wouldn't be able to shake Karou from his mind or keep his eyes off her despite the accomplishment of what they'd just done. Warren would never look at Karou in the same way again. For now, he was safe in her arms, but over the next few days, he would spend hours distracted from work and held captive by his mind as he re-imagined every touch, every kiss, the scent, the taste, everything.

When Karou yawned into his shoulder, Warren felt their convalescence coming to an end. It was definitely past bedtime, so with Karou held securely to his chest, he shuffled to the edge of the couch and carried her to bed… To his bed. Karou had asked earlier if she could sleep with him; there seemed like even fewer reasons to deny her now.

Laid down in the sheets and without any resistance, Karou let go and snuggled up under them. She was too tired and content to mind where she was. Warren's working day was scheduled to start in a few hours, but he turned off his alarm and resigned to lay next to Karou, figuring, for once, he'd get up when he woke up.