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Yui wasn't surprised. She knew what would happen even before she turned around to find him looming over her, and if she was going to get eaten by a monster, she wanted him to just get it over with. The suspense was killing her.

Still, when she looked up and saw the fangs Ayato was showing off with his grin, she ran on instinct. She couldn't have escaped. They made it blatantly clear that she couldn't and there was nowhere for her to actually run to, anyway. The door was behind Ayato.

He cornered her next to the window.

"Please don't," Yui pleaded meekly.

Ayato ignored her. "Your neck looks delicious," he said as he pinched her chin and tilted her head back. "There's not a single mark on it."

The look in his eyes was telling. Yui almost felt like he could see the blood flowing underneath her skin.

Maybe he noticed that she was going to try screaming. He tilted her head further, to the point that she couldn't have even talked if she tried, and said, "Your first time is going to be with Yours Truly."

It was a swift bite. If he wasn't holding Yui up, she might have collapsed from shock.

She whimpered at the pain. The bite itself wasn't much worse than getting blood drawn—the needles they used for that were big—but it was several times more terrifying.

She could hear her blood being drawn out.

She could hear him sucking it, gulping it down, she could feel his tongue on her skin, pressing down in a way that encouraged blood flow.

He pulled away just far enough for Yui to see his almost bewildered expression.

"What is this?" he murmured, looking at her neck. "It's so sweet…"

Yui might have asked him how he could say that about something so salty and metallic, but the grin that spread across his face kept her quiet.

"I like you," he said, still speaking to her neck.

He leaned back in for another bite. His arms tightened around her as he drank, so much that it made breathing difficult.

"Stop it…" Yui gasped. "Let me go!"

It took everything she had to push him away, and all it got her was a couple feet of distance and severe pain in her neck. It left her unable to do more than press her hands against the wounds in an effort to keep from bleeding out. If she tried to run, she would fall over. She wouldn't even be able to keep standing if not for the wide window ledge to lean on.

Ayato smirked. "Idiot. All you'll get by doing that is more pain."

Yui kept her eyes on him, wide and pained and watery. Something in his tone made her unsure of what his words implied. Rather than warning her that she would hurt herself, it sounded more like he was saying that her actions made him want to cause her more pain.

"That miserable face you're making," Ayato continued as he wiped some of her blood off his chin, "really does it for me."

"Please," Yui whispered, leaning away as he approached her again. "Stop it…"

"Like hell," Ayato replied.

He pushed her down onto the ledge, which was more than wide enough to accommodate her, and bit her for a third time. He had one of her wrists in a tight grip, keeping her from struggling effectively. His other hand wondered down.

Yui whimpered again when she felt him deliberately palm her breast. He was already gnawing on her neck and drinking her life away. Did he have to molest her, too?

Apparently he did. He smoothed his hand down to her skirt and tugged her blouse up so he could get under it. The feeling of his hand gliding up her stomach, skin against skin, made her shiver, which in turn made Ayato take his fangs out of her shoulder so he could snicker.

"The more you tremble," he murmured in her ear, "the more excited I get."

He slipped his hand under her bra and squeezed her breast. Yui yelped from surprised. Before she could suck in enough air to scream, Ayato kissed her.

This wasn't how she imagined her fist kiss. Rather, she made a point to not imagine kissing. She wanted to be a nun. Nuns didn't kiss, and they especially did not kiss vampires or get their blood sucked by them or get felt up by them.

Ayato was ruining her. The taste of her own blood wasn't helping. It wasn't exactly a bad taste, but it certainly wasn't sweet and it was making her so aware of the puncture wounds on her neck. She wasn't sure what she would rather focus on—the sting and burn of those wounds, the hand that was squeezing her breast and pinching her nipple, the feeling of Ayato's tongue sliding against hers, or the feeling of his fangs scratching against her lips, threatening to make them bleed as well.

He was doing too many things to her at once, and she was quickly getting overwhelmed.

Ayato pushed away from her slightly. He was using her to support just enough of his weight to prevent her from breathing more than she needed to to stay conscious.

"You really are flat," he said, voice full of humor.

Biting her, molesting her, and mocking her, all within ten minutes.

"Get," Yui gasped, "away…"

Ayato chuckled. "Didn't you hear me? I'm going to be your first everything." He chuckled again at the light of understanding that entered Yui's eyes. "No way I'm giving someone else a chance to get ahead of me."

He pulled his hand out from under her shirt and she flinch when she saw it coming close to her face. She wasn't sure if he was going to hit her or strangle her or what.

Surprisingly, he rested his hand on her face and ran his thumb over her lips. Yui's clenched jaw slackened, and he took the opportunity to slip his thumb into her mouth.

"No biting," he told her playfully, pressing down on her tongue.

She couldn't talk—and at this point couldn't muster a scream for fear of the ways he might retaliate—so she just gave him a terrified and questioning look. The only response she got was another chuckle. The way he was looking at her made her feel like a mouse about to be played to death by a cat.

Ayato let go of her wrist. He wouldn't let her move her head, so she didn't know what he intended to do with his other hand until she felt it under her skirt and curling over the band of her underwear.

She immediately started to struggle. She tried to push him off her, tried to kick him away, tried to bite him in hopes that he would pull his thumb out of her mouth so she could make noises louder than muffled, choked out grunts, but it got her nowhere. He was heavier and stronger—her thin arms made no difference to him when he was above her. Swinging her legs around didn't stop him from sliding her underwear down them. Biting him did get his thumb out of her mouth, but he immediately pressed his hand against her neck, not hard enough to stop her from breathing, but just hard enough to keep her from using her vocal cords.

"Stop," he ordered.

He wasn't loud. He didn't need to be. The warning in his low voice froze her and simultaneously sent tremors up her spine.

Yui laid there, ridged, looking up at him. He was frowning, looking somewhat annoyed, but his playful grin returned in less than a second.

"I told you no biting," he reminded her.

He cupped the underside of her right knee and pulled her leg up. She thought he was going to situate himself between her legs, but he just pulled her leg up and propped it against his right shoulder.

"If you let your leg fall, I'll tie it up," he told her.

He took his hand off her neck, but instead of demanding acknowledgment of his command, he leaned down and bit her again. He dug in deeper this time, so much that she couldn't even whimper. He went back to groping her breast, but she was more aware of what he was doing with his other hand.

Even if this was happening under different circumstances, Yui was sure she wouldn't have expected it to feel so…pleasant, the way he slid his fingers over her labia and clitoris.

Ayato took his fangs out and chuckled as he licked up the blood that dribbled out.

"What's this?" he asked humorously. He carelessly pushed one finger inside her, then another, making her hiss through clenched teeth. "Why are you already so wet?" He pushed his fingers in deeper and hummed in a pleased way as she squirmed. "What a masochist."

Yui gulped dryly, trying not feel what his thumb was doing to her clitoris. "Don't—"

She cut off when Ayato ran his tongue over the wounds he left in her neck.

"Don't think about anything except me," he murmured, speaking in her ear again. "Your entire world is what I'm doing to you right now." He pinched her earlobe with his fangs. "Feel everything."

It did strange things to her mind. Maybe vampires could hypnotize their victims with their voices.

Much as she tried, she couldn't ignore it. A pressure was building under his quickly moving thumb. The sensation of him pinching and rubbing her nipple made it build faster. He started to nibble on her earlobe, not quite hard enough to break her skin. Her heartbeat got so rapid that she started panting for air. Something was going to happen. If Ayato kept it up for just a few more seconds…

He stopped.

Yui was dizzy, even lying down. She went completely limp as soon as Ayato pulled his fingers out of her. For a split second, she almost wanted to ask why he stopped. She felt so dissatisfied for some reason, but the shame she felt in extension to the dissatisfaction kept her quiet. She hoped that he was going to just leave her there, because she really wanted to cry but didn't want to do it in front of him.

That second was all she had, though, before Ayato moved her right leg over to his left shoulder so he could position himself. She felt something bigger than fingers press against her labia and she realized he wasn't done with her.

A prick of relief at the realization made her so horrified with herself that she didn't even try to stop him. She shouldn't be pleased that he wasn't going to leave halfway through. What was wrong with her?

Ayato slid his hand under her cheek and tilted her face forward so he could see it. It seemed like a tender, almost affectionate move, and it confused her.

Then he plunged himself inside her.

She realized he wasn't being tender or affectionate. He just wanted the best view of pain spreading across her face.

It hurt a lot. It hurt way more than the biting. More than anything Yui had experience before. The worst part, though, was that she didn't resist.

He really must have hypnotized her.

"Like that?" he asked, voice low and husky. Something about it seemed strained.

He leaned down and bit her once again, and then he started thrusting.

He didn't seem to actually be drinking her blood, or at least he wasn't gulping down mouthfuls like he had been. It was as if he just wanted the extra grip to keep her in place, though the hold he had on her hips was quite sufficient. At this point, even if he wasn't holding her down, she wouldn't have tried to escape.

Rather, she didn't have the capacity to anymore.

She couldn't take the degree of stimulation that Ayato was causing her.

She lost consciousness.

Ayato noticed immediately. He pushed himself up and looked demandingly at her unconscious face.

"Hey!" he protested indignantly. "Don't pass out halfway through!"

Yui didn't so much as twitch.

Ayato huffed. "You're no fun if you don't move."

"You're a disgrace."

Ayato snapped his head around to look at the door. Reiji was standing there, arms crossed, wearing the same expression he usually wore—disapproval with a hint of contempt.

"I didn't think you would do this at school," Reiji said.

Ayato huffed. "Mind your own business."

Reiji adjusted his glasses irritably. "Be responsible and take her home," he said, and then flipped the lights off.

–

Consciousness was a difficult thing for Yui to get back ahold of. She was aware for a moment of being cradled in strong arms, but she slipped away again before she could even try to open her eyes. Then she felt herself being laid down on something soft, but she still couldn't keep herself from sinking back into sleep.

When Yui did finally open her eyes again, she was aware of soreness in her neck and at the apex of her thighs.

"Hey, you awake?"

Yui tilted her head up just a bit. She realized she was laying on a couch. Ayato was sitting on the arm at her feet, holding her red bow. His expression was one of mild irritation.

Immediately, Yui tried to get up to run, but she was hindered by a head rush and the soreness between her legs.

Ayato stood and walked around the couch toward her.

Yui leaned away from him. "St-stay away!" She gulped nervously at his displeased look. "Why are you doing this?" she asked.

"You still don't get it?" Ayato questioned.

Rather than wait for an answer or explain, he bent down to pick Yui up. He wasn't exactly careful, but he wasn't being rough with her either.

He lifted her and turned, and she only then noticed the large and deep-looking pool that dominated the room. Oddly, she didn't smell any chlorine. More importantly, why did Ayato bring her here while she was unconscious?

Why was he carrying her toward the pool?

"You're at the mercy of Yours Truly," he told her as he came to a halt at the edge. "Stop questioning every little thing I do!"

He tossed her in.

Yui yelped, shocked, and inhaled a mouthful of water on impact.

After a few seconds of frantic kicking and flailing, she managed to get her head back above the surface.

"Ayato!" she gasped. "I can't swim!"

And she sank back down.

She always panicked in water, but she usually would have at least been able to splash her way to the edge. It wasn't that far away.

Her head was spinning, though, and her legs were so sore.

Was she going to die like that? Tossed into a pool by a vampire on a whim?

Help me! She mentally pleaded.

She felt something move the water above her, and a second later she felt a large hand tightly grab her wrist. She was tugged forward. Her face was tilted. Lips were pressed against hers.

Ayato passed air to her, mouth to mouth.

Why not just pull her up? What point could there possibly be for any of this?

Yui opened her eyes and Ayato pulled away. Though her vision was blurred by the water, she could still see his expression clearly enough—it was distant and fathomless, as if he was replaying an old memory in his mind.

Ayato slid his hand down Yui's neck, catching her collar along the way and tugging her blouse off her shoulder. He pulled her close and pressed his lips against the slope of her neck, ran them up a bit, closer to the bite marks he made earlier, and then pierced her.

Yui knew that if she tried to push him away now, she would definitely die. He would surely let her sink all the way to the bottom and let her drown. When he dug his fangs in deeper, she gasped and let out half of the precious oxygen he had given her.

If he kept her down much longer, she was going to pass out again.

Perhaps he could sense that.

He lifted his head from her neck and kicked up.

Yui inhaled as soon as she felt air on her face, but got some water in her lungs from her haste. She tightened her grip on Ayato's jacket as she coughed and gasped for air and coughed some more with her chin just barely over his shoulder.

He held her securely, hands clasped just under her buttocks. Being held by him like that, Yui became very aware of how much broader his shoulders were than hers, how much wider the barrel of his chest was, how much longer his arms were. The more she was able to breathe, the more aware she became.

"I feel your blood running through my body," he told her, apparently unaware of her struggle to breathe. "It's incredible!"

Yui whimpered at the vibrations of his voice so close to her ear. "Please…no more…"

He was hypnotizing her again, making her feel strange all over. She pressed her thighs tight against each other in an effort to stifle the throbs that radiated from her sore womanhood up to her stomach, but it made no difference.

"You're hopeless," Ayato said, amused. "I guess I've had enough for now."

He waded effortlessly to the edge and hoisted her up over it before pulling himself out.

Yui hoped he would just let her go back to her room and leave her alone and never do this to her again. Any of it. She wanted to forget everything that had happened and prayed that God forgave her for it.

Instead of standing, though, Ayato clamped his hand over her shoulder and shoved her down.

"No!" Yui cried out. It echoed around them hauntingly. "You just said you've had enough!"

"Enough blood, for now," Ayato clarified. He gripped her hips and dragged her up his bent legs until their pelvises met. "I don't leave things unfinished."

Yui could feel that he was hard. She grabbed his wrists and tried to pull them off her hips, but they didn't budge.

Ineffective as her struggling was, Ayato apparently did not want to put up with it. He kept one hand on her hip to keep her in place and used the other to undo his haphazardly tied tie. He then made a slipknot on the end, caught one of her wrists in it, looped the tie around her other wrist when she tried to free herself, and grinned at the sharp gasp she let out after he bound her wrists together and pulled the knot tight.

Despite this, and despite her spinning head and pounding heart and aching loins, Yui still tried to squirm out of his grasp. All it resulted in was Ayato grabbing her bound wrists and tossing them over his head. Her wrists were hooked behind his neck.

"Ayato!" Yui cried out, frantic. "Don't—"

She cut off with a wordless scream when Ayato playfully tugged her blouse apart. A couple buttons popped off and clattered away. He grabbed the front of her bra and pulled sharply, snapping the straps and band, leaving her breasts bare. Yui let out a dry sob and gasped when Ayato pulled her further up and closer.

He caught one of her nipples between his lips and started licking and sucking and nibbling on it. He kneaded her other breast with one hand and dug the nails of his other hand into her upper thigh.

Yui's heart started pounding even harder. "Ayato," she whispered breathily. "Please…"

"I'll drive you crazy this time," Ayato murmured.

Yui couldn't tell if it was a warning or a promise. At this angle, she could have easily lifted her arms back over his head, but she didn't even try. Her arms just felt too heavy now and the way Ayato was playing with her nipples made it very difficult to think about anything else. It was such a pleasant feeling and it made her muscles clench from her lower abdomen to her mid-thighs.

After a few seconds, Ayato left the nipple to wrap his arm tight around her waist, keeping her in place after he let go of her thigh. He reached around her leg so he could undo his pants, and then he lowered her, slowly until her labia met his head.

He let go of the nipple he had been nibbling and said, "Don't you dare pass out this time."

It stung, more than anything, when he let her slide down and thrusted himself into her. Yui groaned from the dull ache that followed the stings.

Ayato knotted his hand in her hair at the nape of her neck and tugged, making her inhale sharply. He kissed her, hard and deep, as he leaned forward and down until her back was against the floor.

Yui moaned helplessly into Ayato's mouth as he started thrusting.

It wasn't long before the dull ache started to feel good. The faster he went, the better it got.

Ayato broke the kiss and adjusted his arms for better leverage so he could push and pull faster. The noises Yui made were foreign to her. Pressure was building at the tip of her pelvis. It got higher and higher with each thrust until it exploded, causing her vaginal walls to convulse and her entire body to spasm. She panted out breathy screams that echoed off and were amplified by the walls.

A couple seconds later, Ayato growled with satisfaction right next to her ear, making the last two thrusts feel even more intense. Slipping around her hazy mind, Yui figured Ayato had felt the same explosion.

Ayato shifted back a little so he could rest his head heavily on Yui's chest and nuzzle her breasts. He was panting and humming in contentment. He seemed to be in no hurry to move.

Yui didn't move or make any noise aside from her own rapid panting. The knowledge that she had just been forced into sex with a vampire and had derived pleasure from it sapped all the willpower she had to escape. She wanted to just be swallowed up by a black hole.

Ayato's breathing calmed down to a normal rate after a minute and he heaved himself up. He untied Yui's wrists, and then fixed his pants and stood up.

Yui pushed herself up into a sitting position but kept her eyes on the floor, still panting. Her loins were burning. She felt something leak out of her, exacerbating the burning sensation. She didn't have the strength to lift her head with so much shame weighing it down.

Ayato took a few steps away, then a few steps back. It didn't even give her enough time to even hope he was done with her. Just how much did he think she could take without breaking? Did he actually want to kill her?

His footsteps stopped right at Yui's back. She was sure he was about to grab her and torment her some more, but instead, she felt a towel fall lightly onto her head. It was enough of a surprise to make her shame light enough to look up at Ayato uncertainly. He started walking away again, this time to the door, and left without a word.