Damon realized he hadn’t seen Lilian all day, so he made his way down to the lower deck. He found her in the middle of training in the dueling circle, working on basic strikes and kicks. Lilian hadn’t been much of a fighter before her transformation, though while her form was still a little lacking, she made up for it with the sheer speed and force of her body.
“Not bad,” he called. “Care for a sparring match?”
She was dripping with sweat and had to catch her breath before replying. “I’d be more interested in what you offered last night.”
He had to think for a moment, foggy as his drunken memory of the night was. “You want to feed off me? How about this — if you can pin me, you can have a taste.”
“A taste?” She pursed her lips, looking a bit pouty.
“As much as you need,” he said. “I’m not exactly busy today. I don’t think I’d miss a few drops of blood. Though that’s assuming that you can actually handle me in the ring.”
Lilian set her hands on her hips. She only had on her half-shirt, a tiny, flirty thing that did nothing to disguise the fullness of her breasts. Her leggings were tight and flexible, running down to midcalf and leaving her ankles bare.
Damon took his shirt and boots off, leaving them in a pile next to the circle. “A few ground rules. No claws and no fangs in the actual sparring match.”
“What do you take me for, Damon?” said Lilian. “A cheater?”
“Someone who likes to win.”
“Trust me, you would get as much out of me winning as I would,” she said. “I’ll make sure of it.”
“Maybe you are a cheater, after all,” he said, grinning. “You’re already trying to bribe your opponent into throwing the fight.”
“Just providing you with a full picture of what I had in mind, post victory.” She pulled her arms behind her, arching her back into a stretch that emphasized all of her most interesting, grabbable parts.
By the time Damon fell into a crouch within the circle across from her, he was already fairly distracted by his own arousal. It was awfully hard to pull his eyes from the plump slope of her pale violet cleavage, even when he knew those eyes needed to be on her hands and the movements of her feet.
Lilian lunged for him. Damon tried to dodge, but she was too fast, seizing one of his arms and moving to trip him. He twisted, pulling free, one hand briefly sliding across her sweat-slick stomach as he pushed her back.
“You’re faster than I realized,” she said appreciatively.
“I could say the same about you,” he said. “I’ll have to overpower you instead of outmaneuvering you.”
“Oh, you’re welcome to try.” She flashed a full-lipped smile and came at him again.
Damon caught her by the shoulders and twisted, which appeared to be exactly what she wanted. Lilian kicked a leg over his head as they both fell sideways, using her weight to drop him and clamping her thighs down on either side of his head.
He managed to slip free an instant before she would have had a hold that easily would have forced him to tap out, though the sensation of her thick thighs against his head hadn’t exactly been unpleasant. He pressed himself down onto her before she could get up, trying to pin her wrists. Lilian wriggled, body sweaty and lithe. He found it suddenly hard to focus on much other than the way she felt underneath him, and the fact that she could feel him too, his burgeoning hardness.
The idea of throwing the fight suddenly felt far more appealing. Damon didn’t outright give up, as he had far too much pride and competitive spirit, but he did let himself become a little more sensual in his motions. His hand cupped one of her large breasts through her nearly nonexistent half-shirt, the point of her nipple like hidden treasure against his palm underneath.
Lilian twisted, trying to fling him sideways. Damon seized her by the body and pulled her into a grinding hug, the lewdness of it making a mockery of the idea of what they were doing still being considered a fight. She let out a soft grunt, bucked once, and then made show of play wrestling back as she realized she could also have what she wanted.
They were, ostensibly, rolling across the dueling circle for control, taking turns “pinning” one another as their bodies locked into a true sexual embrace, desires blunted only by the inconvenience of their clothing. They kissed hotly, lips dancing, Lilian’s strange, long tongue probing deep into Damon’s mouth.
He nearly tore her half-shirt in his rush to get it off. Her breasts tumbled out, sweat looking like droplets of dew under the uniform crystalline lighting. They rolled again, and she was on top. He kissed and sucked at one of her nipples. They rolled the other way. Damon left a scratch mark across one of her buttocks in his haste to strip her leggings and girlshorts off. Lilian fumbled with his pants until he got annoyed and did it for her. They rolled again, and…
Bliss. Two sweaty bodies connected at the sex. They were still wrestling, somehow, as though the motion of him sinking his cock into her womanhood had revitalized the stakes of the competition. Lilian was kissing his neck, but Damon had a handful of her hair, keeping her from being able to pull far enough in to use her fangs.
She kissed him instead. He thrust into her faster, the slap of their bodies so dirty and obvious. Anyone could walk down into the lower level and find them, naked, clothes scattered, rutting like summertime lovers.
“Let me win,” muttered Lilian. “Please. Don’t be mean.”
Damon put his hand forward to cup the back of her head and rolled so that she was on top of him. He brought her face into his neck, feeling her start to suck, start to lick, marking the spot while still rocking her glorious hips.
He wasn’t completely sure of how long she fed off him for or what happened during it. The pleasure was enough to remove him from the thinking, feeling world, enough to scare him, really. If it wasn’t for the strong sexual connection he had for Ria, Vel, and his aesta, he very well might have gotten addicted to Lilian in the worst possible way, her body and her bite.
He gasped as he came back in the midst of the tail end of his orgasm. He felt a little cheated by that, even though his cock was still fairly hard, and still inside her. Lilian wiped a speck of blood from her lips with the back of her hand, and both of them seemed to return to the moment. They breathed and looked around and, in general, felt a bit silly for how intense they’d gotten in the moment.
“Do you know what happened to my, um…” Lilian rolled off him, crossing her legs.
“Over there,” he said, pointing to her half-shirt. “And over there.”
“That was… wow.”
“Yeah.”
Lilian brought him his pants as she found her own clothes. Damon caught her wrist as she drew in close. He looked her in the eyes, smiling, and gave her a gentle kiss.
“I won,” he said.
“What? You did not win, we both… quit the fight.”
“I pinned you,” he said. “That counts as a win.”
“Well… I demand a rematch. Say… the day after tomorrow?”
“You’re welcome to it,” he said. “You better work on your form if you don’t want to get handled so easily next time around.”
She stared at him, mouth slightly open as though too galled by his words to have a decent comeback. Damon grinned and pulled his shirt on, legs wobbling a bit from lingering sensations, as he headed for the stairs.