Eat the Rude

Juliette's house was more than Hannibal had expected. Old Parisian architecture, a beautiful garden and a kitchen that even made him jealous. Watching her cook was almost as sensual as watching her sing. Every movement so deliberate but graceful. She handled her knives with the precision of a surgeon.

    "Can I offer you some wine Hannibal? I have a very rare vintage I have been dying to share with someone who would appreciate it."

    "I would love to try it. Why is it so rare?"

A devilish smiled crossed Juliette's lips.

    "It's from a small village in the South of France. Instead of crushing the grapes in the usual fashion, they place them on the belly of a virgin bride and reap the juices as her husband consummates their marriage."

Hannibal raised his eyebrow as she poured the deep red wine into his glass. He brought it to his nose. Inhaling the scent. His keen sense of smell picking out each note. Sweat, skin, blush, blackberry, sun, blood. It was deep and a touch of sweetness lingered on his tongue.

    "Beautiful. I've never tasted anything like it."

Juliette ushered him to her beautiful dining room. The black and red walls complimented the heavy distressed black oak table and red chaise in the corner. She sauntered in with two plates in her hands.

    "Eh voila, calf liver with lemon comfit and roasted pumpkin salad in a honey cinnamon dressing." she said setting the plate in front of Hannibal.

He cut into the tender meat as she sat across from him. She was watching him, studying him. He let the liver sit on his tongue. Biting into it, he tasted the familiar coppery taste. It was warm, tender. The lemon comfit added a light sweetness that danced with the other flavors. As he chewed he began to taste the familiar. Blood, iodine, bone, flesh. The tastes that his usual guests could never place. Human. Hannibal looked up at her from his plate. She was leaning back in her chair, swallowing her food.

    "I knew the moment I met you, that we had similar tastes. It wasn't until last night, that I realized to what extent. The taste of human is unmistakable to those who know it Hannibal. If you didn't share my tastes, you certainly wouldn't be sitting there as calmly as you are, looking at me the way your looking at me."

She stood from her chair and crawled across the table to him. Her face inches from him she bit his lip. Hannibal grabbed her by the neck and picked her up off the table, throwing her over his shoulder. Throwing her down on the chaise lounge he yanked up her dress and lowered himself so his head was between her thighs. Her heat melted on his tongue as he lapped at her lips. Wetness beaded onto his lips as she bucked her hips, begging for more. Her scent was intoxicating, her taste was like nothing he could have ever described. He held fast to her hips. His finger tips bruising her Lilly white skin. She came again and again. Flashes of white hot pleasure as she trembled in his grasp. She was at the mercy of his skillful tongue. Juliette yanked him up by his hair and pulled him to her lips. Tasting herself on them. Hannibal undid his pants and pushed into her. She was blazing. Heat enveloping him. He took her hard and strong. Rocking her. Her moans and purrs caressing every part of him. All at once she tightened, Hannibal was pushed over the edge he moaned, he roared, he panted into her chest. Their skin was glistening in sweat and the chaise was not damp with desire. Hannibal lifted her up, letting her instinctively wrap her legs around his waist. He carried her from the dining room kissing her neck as he walked.

    "Bedroom?"

    "Second floor, first door on your right."