Lust for Blood

This chapter is forcing me to add a smut warning!
Perverted content to follow! It is my sincerest wish to have you all
squirming in your seats. If I fail to do so, by all means, let me know
and I will remedy that matter!!


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Chapter 4

Eyelids fluttering, Byakuya fought off the last vestiges of sleep clouding his mind. While the bed certainly was comfortable, and the fine spun sheets felt delicious across his bare skin, something felt amiss.

It was the realization of his nudity that sent him vaulting forward in the bed, eyes now wide open. Tossing the covers aside in haste, he confirmed that indeed, he had been stripped bare. A quick survey of the unfamiliar room did not reveal any sign as to where his clothing had gone, or why it was gone to begin with.

Closing his eyes again, he struggled to recall the events that took place the previous night. The visions that came hurtling towards him at full force, the recollection making him cringe in shame. His capture, so effortlessly done, it made him feel as though he did not deserve his rank as a Captain. It baffled him to recall how easily the woman commanded him, her words leashing his mind and forcing him to submit.

Such a thing should not be possible. They should not be possible. Other than the bounts once dealt with by the substitute shinigami, as well as the Captains of Gotei 13, there was nothing in their books at indicated the existence of these creatures. They were an anomaly, somehow managing to slip past the ever watchful eye of the Soul Society.

The memory of greedily feasting on the pale woman’s neck flickered through his mind, sending another wave of humiliation to wash over him. ‘And now, I am one of them.’ It was a woeful thought, one he did not want to admit, even to himself, but there was no denying it. Cautiously, he reached up and ran a finger across his teeth, searching for the fangs that had been there not too long ago. It jarred him to find no such abnormality, giving him a moment of light in his dark ruminations.

‘Perhaps it is not so? Could it be…? No…something is amiss. How did I end up in this room, in this state?’ Even as he asked himself that question, a rather vivid recollection overcame him, sending chills down his spine.

Teeth scraping lightly over his flesh, sinking in at random intervals, pleasurable assaults that made him cry out for more. Even as the blood was being pulled from his body, it rushed to his groin, the lust filled feeding sending him into a near frenzy with the pleasure. No matter what the woman did to him, he cried, begged and pleaded for more.

When she finally allowed him to feed on her, he was beside himself with ecstasy. Sharp canines sank into her body simultaneously with his manhood; both had been positively aching in awaiting that one moment. They moaned together, elated to finally be as one, and reeling from the flood of pleasure that threatened to drown them.

One hand still exploratively placed on his mouth, Byakuya nearly jumped when he now felt a sharp tooth protruding, pricking his skin lightly. To make matters worse, he quickly discovered that was not the only reaction to the rather poignant and explicit memory. Lust rose in him, a lust for blood, and a lust for her.

As if on cue, an ornate door to the bedroom swung open, revealing the object of his desire. Swiftly pulling the covers up to hide the stiffness in his groin, his now golden eyes flashed angrily. It positively infuriated him what this strange woman had done this to him. She’d taken him captive, twisted him into some debase creature that feasted on the blood of others, and even held sway over his body.

Fists clenching the thick duvet, he began to will himself into a state of calm. It would do him no good if he could not handle the matter with rational thinking. The first order of business would be ending the life of his ‘keeper’. From there, he would need to locate some clothing, preferably his own, though at this moment he would take anything.

“I see you are awake, my pet. Did you rest well?” she purred to him, golden, cat-like eyes roaming his bare chest unabashedly.

“I am not your pet, woman. I am the instrument that will now end your pitiful excuse of a life.”

“Really?” she said with an amused smile.

The emphasis she placed on the rolling ‘r’ somehow managed to sound appealing to him, a soft and seductive sound falling gently on his ears. He’d not even noticed the slight accent that brought almost a slur to her words. To serve as further distraction, Bastet was clothed in only thick waves of her pitch black locks, the dark tresses providing scant covering.

With a stubborn shake of his head, he chased away the impure thoughts that were seeping into his mind. ‘I have no time for this foolishness!’ Pointing one elegant finger at his captor, he spoke aloud in a calm, clear voice.

“Bakudo number sixty one. Rikujokoro.”

Six golden bars of light shot forward from his fingertip, surrounding Bastet in a veritable prison that rendered her completely immobile. It gave him great satisfaction to hear her grunt of surprise at the action, though he allowed her little time to realize the danger she was in.

“Hado fifty four, Haien.”

A purple light burst forth at his command, rushing towards its target, intent on incinerating her with its abolishing flames. Bastet’s golden eyes widened as she watched the destructive spell racing forward. Instinct told her the extent of the threat, warning her to avoid the blast at all costs. Calling upon the shadows of night, her body vanished into the mists, reforming directly in front of her attacker.

Byakuya watched as the door Bastet had been standing in front of disintegrated on contact, the searing flames of Haien evaporating it completely. Before he could puzzle out how it passed through his intended target, she was there before him, cool hands sending a chill rippling through his body as they connected with naked flesh.

“My my. I allow you free thought and this is how you repay me? Do you wish to remain a slave for the rest of your life, child?”

Scowling, he grit his teeth together and slapped her hands away from him. “Do not touch me, you parasitic filth!”

Laughing gaily, she pushed closer, throwing the covers back with one hand and grasping the back of his head with the other. His startled gasp only increased her mirth; clearly he had expected her to heed his words. After the severity of his attack, it might have been the wise thing to do, were she a weaker being, of course.

A glance down at his exposed body revealed a truth he had stubbornly tried to deny, hiding it in the thick sheets to avoid notice. With a smirk, she ran her hand down his well toned chest, delighting in his sharp intake of breath at the movement.

“Stop it” he whispered, voice now shaking with the uncertainty of his own feelings.

Bastet sneered at him, her feline eyes shifting, a crimson wave rolling down the pupils and changing their color. For a instant, it almost seemed as if her eyes were bleeding, red replacing gold in one short moment. The thought of blood made his mouth water, his body beginning to ache with longing.

‘What am I becoming? Am I so weak now that I cannot resist my baser instincts? What has come over me?!’ Inwardly he berated himself, furious with his body and mind’s eagerness to succumb to a need he thought long since dead, and one he wished he had never known.

Eager to exploit this momentary break in his defenses, Bastet leaned forward, resting her lips lightly against his neck. They curved into a deep smile when his body jerked, shocked to find her free hand tightly wrapped around his now painfully hard erection.

“Give over, my willful pet. You are a child of the night now. My eternal companion.”

Byakuya managed a small grunt of response, already panting from her skillful movements. One smooth hand rose up and down with exaggerated slowness, drawing out every stroke. With each twist of her wrist, tightening of her grip, his foundation shook, making it more and more difficult to struggle against her.

“Release me” he hissed, though his voice lacked conviction.

“Hn.” She hummed against his throat, moments before her teeth sank in.

A choked cry escaped his mouth as his head fell back, eyes shutting as the rapture enveloped him. It was all encompassing, washing away thoughts of honor, anger or shame. In its place, a powerful feeling of felicity welled up, fueled by their mutual needs.

When she moved closer to straddle him, he welcomed her, automatically pulling her to him. Removing her hand, she sheathed him with her body, sliding down onto him with a muffled groan. Byakuya’s mouth fell open at the intensity of it all, golden eyes rolling back.

A slick heat gripped him with immense force, the muscles clenching against him with each eager thrust. This dark maiden seemed to have awoken a darker side of him; unlocking carnal needs he never knew existed.

Never before had a woman ridden him so, setting the pace and impaling herself on him, over and over. It was positively exquisite, though he would have normally preferred to be in control. For now, he relinquished himself to his fate, accepting this sweet torture with open arms.

A small whimper was emitted when Bastet ceased her feeding, tossing her head back with a dramatic sweep of her hair. Byakuya was granted a clear view of her small, but full breasts, nipples already hardened with her arousal. His tongue darted out, licking his lips in anticipation, but making no move to take them into his mouth as he wished.

For whatever reason, his partner had ceased her grinding, blood red eyes now scanning his face with a bemused expression.

“Do you still wish for me to stop?” she asked, taunting him by accentuating her question with a slight roll of her hips that made his breath hitch.

For a brief moment, his senses returned, and he recalled where he was and why. Then, the succubus straddling him ran one sharp nail across her chest, just above her left breast. A thin red line appeared, beads of blood forming in its wake. The sight of it, the smell, was enough to reawaken the hunger within once more.

All he could manage was a strangled moan, leaning forward to catch the blood slowly rolling down her breast with his tongue. Bastet let out a pleased sigh as he lapped up the dark liquid, trailing back up to the initial wound at an excruciatingly sluggish pace.

“I will take that…as a no” she panted, letting out a sharp gasp as his fangs sank into one soft, tantalizing breast.

Feeling empowered once more, Byakuya rocked forward, pushing her on her back. Sliding one arm underneath her silky thigh, he shifted her hips slightly, driving himself into her fervently all the while. The feeling of being back in control elated him, hastening his already frantic thrusts. He had to devour her completely, sucking at her life’s blood while driving deeply into her core, spiraling into an unending realm of euphoria.

Somewhere in the haze of lust, he thought he heard her cry out, but he continued on, seeking out a means to his own end. Her body tightened around him, a shockwave tearing through him, sending him surging towards the brink. Thick, delectable blood poured into his mouth, sweet, succulent heat surrounded him...paradise would not be far.

Lifting her hips entirely off the bed, he pursued a new angle, diving in and striking just the right spot to send him spinning into oblivion. Though it pained him, he released his hold on her breast, rising up to use his current position to its full advantage. Below him, the goddess writhed, her mewling hastening the steady climb towards his peak.

A shift in his position allowed him a deeper exploration, a new sensation rippling through his body. The very tip of him ground against a part of her that nearly had him swooning with pleasure. A mass of sensations washed over him, so powerful, yet he could not describe them if he tried.

Gasping, he found the release he so ardently sought, every muscle in his body tensing. It was almost as though it was trying to force the orgasm from his body, shaking it with the very effort. Bastet’s ragged breathing only intensified the effects, increasing his moaned cries of passionate bliss.

For what felt like forever, he held himself above her, arms weakened from the strain. Glancing down at the woman in his arms, he could see in her swollen smile that she too had found her own pleasurable delirium. When and where he honestly did not care to know. After all she had done to him, her needs had been cast aside to serve his own, and they did, with unending devotion.

Sliding down into her waiting arms, he allowed the exhaustion to envelop him, for now. He would deal with her later, when she could not set him so easily set him astray with her feminine wiles. For now, he would bask in the after glow, reveling in the vibrancy that filled him to the brim. It made his body positively quiver with the resounding waves of pleasure that pulsated through his veins. It rolled forth in what felt like an infinite loop, sending shivers through his body long after reaching its zenith.

Bastet broke the silent reverie, bringing him back to reality with astounding force.

“You belong to me now, Byakuya Kuchiki. Your own people will hunt you down for what you now are. Only I hold the key to your salvation.”

As much as he did not want to believe it, he knew, she spoke the truth. The Soul Society was not one to easily accept a strain of beings that were not recording in their great library. That he had been twisted into some sort of hybrid would only subject him to further scrutiny and absolutely no reprieve. It did not matter how many decades he’d served as a Captain of the Gotei 13, nor would his high rank as a noble sway them.

There would be no mercy for him, or for her, no amnesty. Even if he slew her for what she had done, they would still have him put to death for being what he now was. A creature of the night, a blood sucking beast that fed on of the life force of others. A parasite.

He struggled to cast aside such thoughts and forget of them for the time being, having no desire to dwell on his fate. Not yet, not when he was still savoring what felt like a completion of his soul. Bastet, however, did not seem as willing to comply, shattering his illusions with her painfully accurate words. It was a blunt truth, but truth all the same.

“I know who you are, and what you are, now. Only my Master and I will ever accept you. You’re mine; you might as well accept it.”

“I refuse” he whispered back, stubbornly denying the facts, even to himself.

“Hn. We shall see, my pet. We shall see.”

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“There’s a first for everything, I guess.” Kenpachi muttered aloud.

Against the wide expansive of his chest, Enyo purred. Her ear pressed against his skin, she wasn’t really able to understand more than just a pleasant rumbling when he spoke. Lifting her head, she peered up at him with lidded eyes.

“What’s that?”

“Hn” the big man snorted “I think you wore me out woman.”

“Ha!” Enyo’s sudden bark of laughter pierced the relative quiet of the room.

Somehow, they’d managed to get to her bedroom, although they took all night and some of the daylight hours getting there. Their clothes were still scattered about the sparring room, but it was entirely possible for a piece or two to have been found in one of the winding corridors. If her memory served her well, the two to had wild, passionate sex on nearly every surface between the sparring room and her bedchambers.

For once, she’d found a man with a lust to match her own. He was like a powerhouse, requiring little downtime, and always eager to bury himself in her once more. This one, she had no intention of releasing. Certainly not after the night he just gave her. It was easily the best in all her years.

Sighing with contentment, Enyo settled her head back into a comfortable position with a mind to doze for a while. ‘At least, until he is ready to go again’ she thought with a smirk.

Kenpachi rest one hand behind his head, the other draped across the petite figure curled up against him. ‘Feisty little thing really did wear my ass out.’ An exhausted, but satisfied grin played across his scarred features.

This previously undesirable trip to the world of the living had turned out to be far more than he bargained for. In this snowy haired vixen, he’d found the thrill of battle, finally an opponent worthy of him. The fierce little bombshell could take as much as she dished out and she just kept coming back for more. She’d also given him pleasure beyond compare, her sensual desires seemingly insatiable.

And then there was the new gift she’d granted him, something he had never seen coming. His power was already vast, but it skyrocketed soon after he drank her blood, sucking it from the gushing wound she created on her wrist.

At first, he’d thought she was just a little on the kinky side, biting him like that and drawing his blood out in one slow, torturous move. He wasn’t about to deny how good it felt, nor could he hide the fact that it turned him on immensely. It made him feel a little weak…well…a lot weaker, but it was just so damn good, he couldn’t help but encourage her.

When she’d offered him her own, he figured ‘What the hell, why not?’ Who was he to turn her down? There was a little kink in him too, so he decided to give it a try. The effect, however, was less than pleasing. At first, he suspected betrayal, unable to comprehend what was happening or why.

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“What the fuck?” he had asked.

Vision blurring, he’d watched Enyo as she hovered over him, a sadistic grin on her face.

“You want power, don’t you?”

Grunting, he nodded, clutching at the pain blooming in his chest.

“No pain, no gain, my behemoth. You will soon see.”

True to her word, he’d ‘seen’ alright. Passing out, only to awaken moments later, completely famished. He wasted no time, throwing Enyo on her back and greedily sinking his teeth into her. It had been almost surreal, what occurred next. He recalled tearing into her, the first taste of the sweet nectar that poured from the wound. Everything else occurred in slow motion, visions dancing through his mind.

Enyo, dressed in plate mail, an enormous sword at her side, leading an vast host of men to battle. The expression on her face mirrored his in battle, cocky assurance and near crazed blood lust. Her raven haired companion he’d seen the night before stood beside her, a blank, cool expression gracing her pale face. Her golden eyes observed the battle field with what almost looked like boredom. Only the occasional gleam in those cat-like pupils showed the pure satisfaction she felt at the devastation around them.

Rolling back, he saw the two women together again. Bastet was completely naked, tied to a post, accepting the very ‘gift’ that had just been granted to him.

The scene shifted, further back he assumed, showing what at first appeared to be a more delicate looking woman. Garbed in a long, pleated white dress, a stola, she looked quite regal. Pure white hair piled atop her head and held in place by several golden bands, half of it spilling down her back. Intricate golden sandals adorned her feet, the straps winding up her calf and halting just below the knee.

Across from her lounged a dark haired man, slouching in a marble chair, an impetuous smirk marring his features. Beside him lay a spear and shield, as well as an unusual helmet, red plume decorating the crest.

“Your movements truly are irrational Ares. There should be some method to this maddening brutality you so love to stir up.”

The dark man snorted, waving his hand in a dismissive gesture.

“That sort of violence is more your end of things, is it not, dear wife?”

Something about the way he placed emphasis on the last word, or perhaps the snarl that curled his lips up, made Kenpachi growl internally. ‘Pompous ass’ he muttered before the scene shifted, delving back further into her past.

Dozens of images flew past, like a rapidly spinning movie real, pausing at only the more significant moments in her life. The pace slowed suddenly, pulling Kenpachi into what looked like some fancy dinner party.

Enyo’s garb was quite similar to what he’d just seen her in, leading him to believe it was not that many years prior to the last vision. The view he was granted made it seem as though he were a bird, flying above her and observing.

Her skin was a few shades lighter than its current coppery hue, and her hair was a pale blonde instead of white, tumbling down her back in thick waves. The viciousness was gone from her expression, she looked far too innocent to be the Enyo he knew.

Hanging on the fringes of the party, he watched her slip out the door and into the crisp night air. Sighing, she leaned against one of the tall white columns a few moments before being interrupted by a thin man, his bony fingers reaching out to grasp her arm.

Letting out a startled gasp, she jerked away from him as if the very contact burned her. Whirling, she glared at the lean figure that shattered her peaceful reverie.

“I told you, I refuse to accept your marriage proposal. Leave me be, Lamiai!”

Sneering, he moved forward rather than away, pulling her into a sudden embrace. Her mouth opened to scream, but was swiftly covered, choking her cry as the pair vanished in a dark cloud of mist.

Reappearing high atop an ocean side cliff, far away from the lights and sounds of the city, he released her. Her mouth still hung open, gaping as her mind struggled to wrap around what had just occurred. Pale green eyes glanced around wildly as if expecting some sort of help. Taking a step back, she moved towards the edge of the sheer drop off, finding her voice in a scream that was drowned by the noise of a deafening wave.

Stumbling back, a loose rock brought her crashing down on the unforgiving landscape, but her eyes never left the man before her. His were glowing brightly, golden pupils the only light in the pitch blackness of night.

“V-V-Vrykolakas!!” she stuttered, scrambling back on her elbows, trying desperately to drag her body away from him.

Chilling laughter filled the air, cut off by another booming wave, the spray of water rising well above their heads and sprinkling them with the salt of the sea.

“You will be mine, for eternity!”

Shaking her head from side to side, those wide eyes began to water as she chanted over and over.

“No…no, no, no, no”

The one she called Lamiai descended upon her, long fangs eagerly sinking into her throat. It was her strangled cry that sent Kenpachi reeling back into the present, causing him to jerk back from her with a growl.

“…the fuck?”

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Once again, Kenpachi found himself in the present time, staring down at the now sleeping form against him. ‘She’s a real piece of work, this one. Think I might hang on to her for a while…’ The thought made him smile, as he too, gave into the tempting call of slumber.


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A/N:Alrighty then! Everyone have your thirst for vampires/Byakuya/Kenpachi slaked? I really don’t have any clue if I am going to continue this little tale or end it here. Really, this all spawned from WannaBeNinja and me discussing how we’d love to have ourselves Byakuya and Kenpachi as our own personal slaves. (We do keep them locked up in our closet, after all)

I’ve got a handful of ideas I could use here, but I’m not making any promises! I will apologize for neglecting this story for so long. I really got sucked into Color of Trust, please forgive me! I hope this chapter has made up for it! Leave me a review and let me know what you think! :)

In case you were curious, Vrykolakas is basically the Greek word for vampire.

Oh yeah….to my male readers…how did I do? I grilled my husband to get the male perspective on that last bit of Bya/Bastet goodness. Fuuuun research I tell ya! ;D Granted, this was aimed primarily at my fellow females, but it can’t hurt to see how accurate Bya’s perspective was…can it?