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WitchChild: Wanna Play	By : ThrillMeLuv Category: M through R > Night World Series Views: 2168 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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WitchChild: Wanna Play

. She was walking along the deserted streets by herself. It was late and the moon cast odd shadows on the building walls and ground. Keris kept her gaze to the ground and walked at a steady, slow pace. She could feel someone watching her, driving holes into her back. She stopped walking and raised her gunmetal grey eyes from the pavement. Looking around, she slightly smiled to herself. As she was about to start walking again a tan wolf charged at her. She jumped swiftly in to the air, dodging any premeditated attacks. As she soared through the air, the wolf looked around confused as if its prey had just been stolen from under its nose. Back-flipping, she came down hard upon the wolf’s head, shoving it face first into the ground. Keris gracefully stepped down off the wolf’s head, onto the sidewalk and began to move on her way, but the wolf lunged again. Pinned against the asphalt on her back, she kicked up and sent the wolf flying towards the opposite side of the street. She got up and crouched in attack position, reao deo defend herself if the wolf attacked again. But the streets were empty.

. Dusting off her leather coat, she continued on her way. About a block further, she spotted a man clothed in all black, leaning laxly against a wall. He watched her, his ice blue eyes twinkling in amusement, as he placed his cigarette to the shapely curve of his mouth and took another long drag. He licked his lips after the exhale, causing her eyes to linger there, watching his lips curve into ant snt smile.

. Keris approached slowly as the man put out higaregarette, “I’ve been waiting.”

. She laughed, “I thought that it was you, Harkin. Sending your thugs after me again?”

. His smile grew, revealing two gently curved teeth, “Of course, darling. You’re wanted all throughout the Night World. You’re a dead woman walking.”

. “Awww…Harkin, I didn’t know that you kept tabs on me and plus, I don’t like being called a zombie, I prefer the term ‘WANTED’ instead, if you would be so kind,” she smiled ever so sweetly. She leaned on the wall next to Harkin and leaned to give him a kiss on the cheek. With that subtle movement, Harkin latched onto her neck gently. She smiled sensually as she sent Harkin a telepathic note, *hmmm… always did know where to bite a girl.*

. He replied, *only with you, Keris, only with you.*

. She could feel his thoughts; the fears of never truly living in the eternity that he had been given, his unadulterated blinding lust for only her, and his undying love for one who had passed into shadow long ago. It brought tears to her eyes to know that one so dead to the world could yet love from the bottom of his forsaken soul. Keris allowed herself to lower the walls that normally shielded her mind as Harkin felt the rush of her emotions; the fear of being caged and used like some animal by the Witches Council, the courage to know that she would have to save their world even if it meant her life and the silent strength that kept her living day in and day out.

. *That is why I love you*; he sent pulling her closer towards his cool body that clung to the warmth she provided. She was lost in the euphoric feeling of his soft lips, his sharp fangs and his whole body pressed against hers, pinning her to the wall. She could feel the strength of his tall, lean body through his clothing as she ran her hands across his back. She pulled Harkin’s hips towards hers and he let out a groan.

. *Are yruinruing to kill me*, he asked as Keris pulled him even closer and his fangs sank even deeper into the tender skin of her throat.

. She smiled, *you’d have to be impaled on something wooden*, she wiggled her hips against his growing erection and continued, *and by the looks of it, I’m going be the one impaled.*

. Harkin groaned again as he broke away from Keris’ neck to kiss her deeply, staining her lips with her own blood. His kiss was hard and brutal, devoid of all of the tenderness that his lips had with her throat, and Keris could only describe the feeling as pure possession. Harkin wanted to brand himself upon her soul.

. “Hmm…you always feel so good,” sighed Keris as Harkin released her lips to place a kiss upon her knuckles. He pulled her from the wall as they began to walk through the darkening night.

. “So,” Keris asked, “Why am I wanted in the Night World again?” Harkin smiled, his eyes glinting silver with mirth in the pale moonlight.

. “They need to find the lost Witch Child, who supposedly died in a fire a few weeks ago.”

. Keris snickered and thought, they thought that the body they had found was hers. Hah, very unlikely for the eldest Witch Child.

. “What?” Harkin asked, “Can’t handle the pressure, Witch Child?”

. Keris scoffed, “I can handle it, vampire. I can handle a lot more than you think.”

. Harkin’s eyes sparkled with challeng he he opened the door to his apartment, ushering Keris up two flights of stairs into his studio flat. The living room was as bare as it usualls, ts, the black leather couch lining one wall as the television sat against the opposite wall. Keris breezed through the apartment, straight for Harkin’s room.

. “So, what’s the bounty on my pretty little neck?” asked Keris.

. “Vampires are given a blood feast, werewolves get free range for a month and the witches aren’t really looking. They are still trying ocatocate the other two Witch Children as well as trying to keep tabs on your brother.”

. She smiled, “James is like me, isn’t he?”

. “Astoundingly,” Harkin replied, as they mad it to his room, “He tried to run away from his foster parents, AGAIN.”

. Keris laughed as her clothes melted onto the floor and she was left in a sheer black spaghetti strap and the matching black panties. She climbed into Harkin’s bed and lay back on the black satin of his sheets as the screen above her twinkled with the stars of the night sky. Harkin dimmed the lights as the scene on the screen change from the billions of stars to the dimly lit bed. He crawled into bed fully clothed as Keris’ lips met with his in a thorough kiss. She flipped him onto his back as she slowly slid the black leather from his shoulders and pulled off the black shirt that covered his well-toned chest. She recaptured his mouth in a soul-searing kiss as she worked busily enjoying the utter distraction that her kiss provided.

. She leaned back to admire her work as the mist around Harkin’s mind began to dissipate. He looked at the bindings that now held him to the metal headboard of his bed and tested their strength. Hemp, go figure, Harkin thought as the ropes actually chaffed when he yanked on them.

. “Keris?” he asked referring to the ropes as he began trying to work them off of his wrists without mucccesccess.

. “Hmmm…” she replied, looking huly aly at his vulnerable state, as she drew a dagger out of her boot. She dragged the cold metal against Harkin’s pale flesh, watching as he shivered involuntarily. Smiling to herself, she dips the blade into the tender skin at his neck as Harkin’s hips buck slightly. He stared straight into Keris’ eyes as her tongue gracefully lapped up the blood that still clung to the blade.

. His body had already begun to heal by the time he inquired, “Always liked playing with that dagger, didn’t you Keris?”

. “You’ve always been my playmate, haven’t you Harkin?” she replied, smiling seductively as she leaned down to nibble on his ear.

. Harkin took the opportunity to sink his fangs into the column of her throat, *isn’t that what soulmates are for?*

. Keris nudged the blade against his Adam’s apple and he released her neck. *You know that I can send without you biting me,* she arched an eyebrow.

. *I know,* came his reply. Her smile became one of pure mischief as she dragged the dagger along his chest, a small stream of red floated in its wake. Harkin’s quick unnecessary breath was quickly expelled on a sigh as Keris’ warm tongue traced the already healing wound.

. Keris asked, *Do you want me too?*

. Harkin looked at her with a slight wince but smiled and answered, *Of course, don’t we always?*

. She smiled, taking out a black satin blindfold and secured it around his eyes before sending, *Today I want to try something different.*

. *How different?* Harkin inquired.. Ke. Keris smiled as she pulled out a wooden switch, *this will hurt a little more and it’ll leave a few nasty marks.*

. He winced, *Wooden, isn’t it?* Keris looked down at his expectant face and began having second thoughts about hurting him. She reached into his mind and felt her way around. There was fear, but behind that lurked oceans of desire; it dispelled all of her fears.

. She eased away from his mind as to not break the tender fabric of his sanity as he remarked, *it’s not nice to pry without asking.*

. *But I’m allowed,* Keris replied leaning down to capture his lips with hers once more before raising the switch above her head. She let it fall swiftly as Harkin screamed, the wood burning his flesh slightly. Twice more did her hand fall, leaving blazing red welts where the wooden whip had contacted with his pale flesh. Keris worked his jeans down past his knees as she felt his muscles clench when they came in contact with the chilly night air. She dragged the switch down his abs, to his rigid member. Harkin arched away slightly as the cool wood came in contact with his throbbing cock, his breath no more than quick short gasps.

. Ripping off the blindfold, Keris stared into Harkin’s eyes. No longer were they the color of ice, but deep pools of night that glowed with his desire. She teased his willing flesh with the wood, hitting him ever so gently across the shaft. He bucked and growled as the switch came down across him once more.

. He ground out, *Are you going to torture me all night?*

. *Is this really all that painful?* Keris asked, slightly concerned. Maybe she had taken it too far?

. *Torture isn’t the right word,* he soothed hind,ind, *Tormented would be closer to what I’m feeling. Pleasurably tormented.*

. Keris’ lips curved into a smirk as she leaned down and used her lips to soothe Harkin’s abused flesh. He bucked deeper into her mouth as her tongue swirled around his swollen head. She pulled back as his bound hands reached for her and he groaned, *By Hecate, you are evil.*

. *I know,* she replied looking down at the trickle of white that graced the tip of his penis. She looked at him as she slowly slid off the bed and moved to the doorway.

. *Where are you going?* Harkin asked, trying to get out of his bindings.

. Keris smiled, *I’m going to sleep.* She threw her dagger, so that it landed point first in the wall between the headboard gaps, only inches away from Harkin’s face before sauntering out the door and down the hall to the guest bedroom.
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