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The night Ariadne met Aubrey, things didn't turn out as they were supposed to. It started out just fine - they met in the bar they'd agreed on, chatted inside for a while about nonsense like the weather, then stepped outside to talk business.

It was as though the dark figure had been waiting for them - Aubrey was right in the middle of a sentence when suddenly a tall figure swooped in out of nowhere and descended on her like a rabid dog. Ariadne screamed as the person - thing - whatever it was - ripped her throat out, and the next thing she knew she was running blindly back towards the street, something warm trickling down her temple. The time that followed was fuzzy - she knew she must've ran for a while, because she was out of breath, but then she was in a cab (the cabbie was giving her a funny look, maybe to do with that warm trickle), and then she was at a hotel, getting more funny looks as she stumbled into the elevator.

Then she was pounding on Arthur's door, praying to whatever gods might be listening that he was inside.

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Her fingers slid into his hair, her legs wrapping around him. "Do you have condoms?" she asked. Then, after a moment's thought, she said, "do we need one?"

She supposed he wouldn't be able to get her pregnant, at least.

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"No. My body doesn't work like that anymore," he replied.

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She kissed his mouth gently, one hand wandering to his ass. "I still like it," she murmured.

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"Thank you," he whispered.

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She opened her mouth to his, angling her hips in encouragement.

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He smiled against her lips as he reached down to guide himself into her.

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Ariadne moaned quietly, her legs tightening around him. "Please," she murmured.

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"Please what?" He asked her.

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"Fuck me," she said. "Do what feels good."

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He pressed his mouth against he neck as he pushed into her all the way before nearly pulling out and doing it again.

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She moaned again, feeling tight around him. "Good..."

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"Can I taste you again?" He asked as he rocked his hips.

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"Yes, please," she said, baring her neck for him and gripping his shoulders tightly.

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He sunk his teeth into her again and closed his eyes.

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It was the strangest feeling - knowing he was drinking her blood, which should've been disgusting to her, but instead it only increased her pleasure, knowing it gave him sustenance and he enjoyed her taste.

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Arthur liked at the puncture wounds, the same ones from the first bite, before he licked his lips.

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"Good?" she asked, turning her head to look at him, her hips moving in counterpoint with his. She squeezed herself around his cock, to see how he'd respond.

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He bit his lip on a grunt. "Perfect."

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Ariadne whimpered, slipping her hand between them to touch herself.

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Arthur reached down with one hand as well and placed on top of hers.

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"Arthur," she moaned quietly.

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He directed her fingers in a slow circle around her clit.

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She moaned again, helpless in his arms and perfectly happy to let him do whatever he wanted.

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"God, you're beautiful," he breathed out.

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She shook her head slightly, disbelieving.