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Superheroes with Secrets: The Taste of Blood (Fic part 48) (Set in 2001)

Around 2000 Words. 18+ in places.

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‘Giantess’ Kirby Roussimoff x Shane ‘Hurricane’ Helms (Circa 2001)

Reference Posts: Shane ‘Hurricane’ Helms

Kirby ‘The Blacklight Bandit’ Roussimoff

Notes: The story is set in 2001, which would make Helms 27 and Kirby 31. This story also blends Kayfabe and Reality. Certain people speak in different colours, Mainly: Helms is Green. Kirby is Orange. Kane is Red. Undertaker is Purple. Big Show is Blue.

Other members of the BSK are also in purple.

Other women are in Pink.

Kirby moans in pleasure, her wrists tugging at their fabric binds slightly, but not loosening it's bind.

"How's that feel?"

"It's tight, not hurting though, and God, you're perfect."

"Not half as perfect as you."

Kirby blushes, moaning as Helms hits her g-spot, "right there" she whispers.

"That's my girl's sweet spot?"

Kirby nods in agreement, biting her lip to hold back moans, drawing a little blood and whispering, "bitch" as she tastes her own blood.

Noting the little bead of red on her lips, Helms leans down and kisses her intently before pulling back and licking his own lips clean of her blood.

"You gothic prince." Kirby murmurs.

"I want to taste you in every way I can."

"Including my blood? Do you want me to compare you to Dracula or Blade?" Kirby jokes through moans of pleasure.

"Think Dracula is more apt here."

"What was it Gangrel made a joke about... fangin' and bangin'."

"Always thought the brood was kind of cool. Would've liked to join it before they dissipated."

"Kinda got dragged into the whole Ministry situation, Vince ruined it as he often does to things, but yeah, it's why I hung out with the brood and the APA."

"As much as I love being The Hurricane, and I really do, it would have been interesting to test out what I could do as a being of the night."

"Babe, we can discuss this after, focus Helms." Kirby murmurs.

"Right, right. I'm on it." He nods, attempting to return to his more dominant mindset as he gives her a second hickey, a little higher up on her chest.

"Oh ... fuck" Kirby moans, her back arching in an attempt to get closer.

"I want... can I try drawing blood? Just with my teeth?" He murmurs.

"You can try, I'll let you know if I like it or not." Kirby whispers as she lays her head back.

He nods and bends down to her upper shoulder, a safer and easier place to bite, squeezing harder on his canines to pierce the skin. Kirby moans in pleasure and pain as she feels Helms draw blood. He backs off as soon as he tastes it, changing to quick licks and equally quick thrusts into Kirby.

Kirby's moans get louder as Helms brings her to the edge of climax, "Shane, Shane, I love you, fuck, I love you so much." Kirby murmurs.

"Cum for me, my dark princess." He commands softly.

Kirby screams his name as she cums, her breathing heavy and ragged, parts of her hair covering her face and tears pricking the corners of her eyes. Shane backs away just enough to move her hair out of her eyes and gaze into them deeply, her blood staining the corners of his lips.

"God, Shane, you look like the sexiest Vampire I've ever met." Kirby jokes through ragged breaths.

"Met a lot of us have you?" He chuckles, not changing his expression more than a slight curl to his lips.

"I know like three, the brood, none of them get my motor running like you." Kirby murmurs.

"That's cause I'm the only one without a stupid name." He chuckles.

"Shane 'Hurricane' Helms, sounds sexy to me" Kirby whispers.

"Exactly. Not Edge or Christian and definitely not Gangrel."

"Christian sounds normal, but then again Vampires are vulnerable to religious objects."

"Not a good call for a vampire gimmick."

"My name wouldn't work with a vampire gimmick either, Kirby is Old Norse for 'Church Settlement'."

"Never knew that."

"Yeah, Kirby means 'Church Settlement', Andrea is the female version of Andre or Andrew and I honestly have no idea what Roussimoff means."

"Think it's just a name. It's French, for sure."

"It's not actually fully French, it's closer to Bulgarian or Hungarian."

"Definitely could be either. Don't know much about either language to know."

"I'm just saying, cause I never actually met any of André's biological family, come to think of it, I've never met any of my biological family either."

"Do you know of any still around?"

"Uhm ... no, actually I don't." Kirby whispers, trying not to look Helms in the eye.

"I wonder if they'd be too hard to find. Andre must have spoken about his family as long as he left on good terms."

"I think he has some siblings that are alive, but I'm not too sure." Kirby murmurs.

"Would you want to meet them if we could track them down?"

"Helms, I would be a stranger to them, dad never talked about them to me and I doubt he talked about me to them."

"But would you want to meet them?"

"I don't know, I've never thought about it."

"Think about it. Tell me if you do decide you're interested."

Kirby nods, her breathing hitches slightly as she shifts her weight slightly, "Shane, if you had a chance to, I dunno, forget I said anything." Kirby goes silent.

"A chance to what?" He asks gently.

"If you had a chance ... to get another chance at life, a fresh start, would you take it, if it meant leaving behind everything you currently have in your life."

Helms goes quiet for a moment. "For everything I've lost... every mistake I made... all the people I've hurt... knowing that you're with me here and now? I'd make every choice the same if even one deviation didn't lead me to you."

"I'd do the same, if I knew that a single wrong step would change everything, I'd make every choice the same, but only if I knew that it would lead me to you."

"You're my light at the end of the tunnel."

"Would it be wrong of me to suggest, ya know, testing our limits?"

"In which way?"

"Well, untie me and then I'm gonna shower, mon ange, I want you endlessly, every single second of every day, in every way imaginable," Kirby whispers, "sexually, mon sauvage."

"Suppose sex is some of the greatest exercise." He grins.

"You gonna untie me, Hero? Or would you rather keep going until I can't walk?" Kirby teases.

"I like that second option better if it's alright with you."

"Go for it, it's not like I'm going to fight your decision."

"Good." He's almost too horny to think as he starts thrusting again, easily sliding deep inside her.

Kirby throws her head back, moaning in pleasure and tugging on her restraints slightly as she covers her face with her arms.

"No escape here, sweetheart." Helms smirks.

"If you wanna torture me, you're going a little too soft." Kirby murmurs, trying to keep her voice from wavering.

"Too soft, hmm? How do you feel about assorted slapping? Not the face, but... other places."

"Never tried it, except for the spanking and I like that so, go for it."

Helms tries an experimental slap across her chest, letting her breasts bounce. Kirby moans in a mix of pleasure and pain, murmuring out a couple swears.

"That's a girl, let me hear you." He smirks.

"Fuck me... Shane ... I love you."

"I love you too, sweetheart."

"Sex God." Kirby jokes.

"Well, I wouldn't go that far yet."

"I think you're a sexual god, mon ange." Kirby murmurs.

"Sent here from the heavens to rock you like a Hurricane."

Kirby laughs at his comment, her hips bucking against his slightly as Helms hits her in the right spot, "Shane," she moans, "right there."

"Mmm, there?" He purrs, leaning down to pinch one of her nipples between his teeth.

Kirby moans out a small "yes"

"That's my good girl."

Kirby doesn't last long, moaning his name whilst tugging against the binds. He picks up his pace through her orgasm, fucking her hard through it.

"Fuck, Helms, oh my God." Kirby murmurs.

"Ain't done with you yet, sweet thing."

"Please more" she mewls.

"More? Hard to satisfy, are you?" He smirks.

Kirby sticks her tongue out at him, "bite me." She jokes, letting her head fall back against the bed.

"As you wish." He leans down and starts leaving tiny bite marks around her neck and upper torso.

"Did you just quote the Princess Bride at me?" Kirby teases.

"Might have. But the most romantic part of it, though."

"Don't make me think about the Princess Bride during sex, Shane." Kirby murmurs.

"I can't express verbally how much I want to say it again in response." He grins devilishly.

"Shane, I know every single word from the film." Kirby states flatly.

"I know. There's no sneaking a reference past you."

"Not a chance"

"I won't try again. Just gonna get you to get the neighbours to memorize my name." He smirks, thrusting in suddenly.

"Shane! Fuck." Kirby yells, at the unexpected pleasure.

"Just like that, sweetheart. Let them know who's here with you."

The bed creaks below them, the headboard shaking as Helms pumps into Kirby, making her scream his name and moan in pleasure. He's relentless in his quick thrusts, almost vicious.

Kirby cums again as Helms thrusts into her, the binds tighten around her wrists as she tugs harder than before, she lets out a small, "oww."

"Think it's time to untie you, hmm?" He murmurs.

"Or just loosen them slightly." Kirby whispers, trying to calm her breathing.

"Suppose I could do that too."

"So, you gonna loosen them, untie me, what do you want, mon ange?"

"Think I'll just loosen for now. I think we can take one more round."

"Do you reckon the bed can take us going another round?" Kirby jokes.

"That's an excellent question."

"Shower sex? Or should we just fuck on the floor?"

"Maybe shower sex after we get our workout in. We should probably take a breather before then."

"So, you gonna untie me?" Kirby questions teasingly.

"Think so. Just so I can give you a little aftercare."

"Thank you, mon ange, my wrists are starting to hurt."

"You've been so good to me tonight... deserve nothing less than the best."

"I love you, I'd stay here forever if I could, just to stay with you."

"We've got a whole week to just be us here."

"C'mon, untie me, don't get caught up in the moment." Kirby whispers.

"I'm untying, I'm untying." He chuckles, sliding out to climb up her body and untie her wrists.

Kirby rubs her wrists, which are slightly red from the friction of tugging on their binds.

Helms scoots to his bag and pulls out a bottle of lotion. "Gimme your hands. You need some of this. Soothes the burn."

Kirby holds out her hands for him, "I guess that us fucking would make me part of the Alliance?"

"Think so." He chuckles, rubbing the lotion over the irritated skin. "One of the many requirements"

"If being part of the alliance allows me to fuck the sexiest man alive, then mark me down as scared and horny." Kirby jokes.

"You can fuck me any day you please, sweetheart. No matter which club you're part of."

"Yeah, but the alliance has the best people, like RVD, Booker T and you."

"And BSK has you. Makes it just as cool."

Kirby smiles at him, "Shane, why do you carry around lotion? Just curious."

He bites his lip a little and looks down. "One of the other things I did for attention... but that one stuck around for too long... I haven't relapsed in years, but I keep it just in case..."

"What, as in you jacking off?" Kirby questions, cocking an eyebrow.

"As in its the best way to let scars from cutting heal..." His voice is hardly above a whisper.

"Helms, baby, come here," Kirby pulls Helms onto her lap, "you are so perfect, to think that you hurt yourself is, God I hate thinking of that."

"Like I said, haven't in years, but... there was a time I did my wrists, but thanks to the lotion, they healed up well. Once I wasn't doing it for attention anymore, they don't look quite so nice." He spreads his legs a little to reveal mostly-faded scars across his inner thighs.

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