Fabien

by Lynch, Sarah Michelle

  “Let’s not waste a second longer then my love, and let me prove I am what you declare me to be,” I challenge, asking her to let me take the lead.

  She does not put up a fight when I reach for the string holding her nightgown shut and tug at it, pulling until the flimsy ivory silk falls from her shoulders and flutters to the dusty floor at her feet. She pants, her body totally naked, visibly aroused for my pleasure. I see it in the deep colour of her nipples and the goose pimples covering her arms. My superb hearing detects her small gasp of anticipation as I study her body. Her limbs rigid, the flow of her earlier feed from my neck begins to work its magic and I crave my own share.

  Without asking for her permission, something which only happens within these four walls, I pounce and we fly across the room until landing on the four-poster bed. Her body beneath mine, I grasp her hair and stretch her head back so her throat is bared to me. The plump vein of her jugular has my attention immediately and my eyes water with anticipation. Seeing into Leticia’s thoughts is always so intoxicating.

  I latch into her with a sharp snap of my incisors and she throws her head back, groaning and squealing with delirium. The bond enables me to connect with Leticia and feel the power of female arousal. As I feed, her centre fills with blood and I feel that similar sensation between my own legs, but to know what it feels like for a woman to be aroused—is something else. She has so many more nerve endings and to have my own arousal plus hers combined, through our mental connection, well, that makes fucking her something out of this world. Nobody else in the coven shares her mental abilities, and even though I am still no match for her, I do have some capabilities of mind.

  Fuck me, she tells me telepathically and similarly I reply, When I am ready.

  I enjoy feeding from her too much—having that insight into what it is like to be a woman. Oh, all those tingles and ripples and such an emptiness waiting to be filled… it is exquisite, knowing I have just the right appendage to suffice her desires. Well, more than suffice. It is nine inches hard. Ten when pushed harder—to the very edges of extreme.

  However before I get carried away and drain her too much, I disengage and let her feed for a moment from my wrist to regain a little of what she has lost. Her eyes engage with mine and she looks a picture of lust as she drinks. When she has fed enough, I toss all my clothes off and they fly to the floor.

  “The lady decides… anal or vagina.”

  “Vagina tonight,” she says innocently, her red eyes mellowing to mahogany now she has me naked.

  “Hmm, we’ll see,” I say ominously, and I try to shut off my thoughts as much as I can so she can’t see what I have in mind for her.

  Leticia and I rarely kiss or make love. We fuck, really good. That is it.

  So I take myself to between her legs and stare at the red folds of her sex, so full of blood. Leticia is beautiful and tastes better than any other woman or vampire I have ever tasted, yet I would just love to be able to put my tongue on her clit and feel a heartbeat flow through it. Still, she tastes delicious and I usually get away with biting her down there too, something the human females faint at most of the time. Not Leticia though. She revels in me biting her anywhere, everywhere.

  I chew gently on her clit and with my tongue, scoop up the small drops of blood that gather. Leticia’s fangs lengthen in response and she is, for once, at peace as I pleasure her. I bite her lips and outer lips, even manage to sneak a little nibble just a little way inside her, always cleaning as I move. I watch with morbid fascination as the wounds heal over instantly.

  Leticia’s body is in constant spasm as I work and she shakes so hard the whole four poster does too. One of the magnificent orgasms she is used to is upon her, yet I sit up on the bed intent on prolonging what she needs so very much.

  Her eyes a fiery orange, signalling her anguish, she looks at me with her tongue licking angrily over the points of her fangs, her mind telling me it isn’t fair. Even a vampire as powerful, beautiful and rich as her lusts mostly after just one of life’s simple pleasures…

  The cock.

  “You want it?” I say gesturing down at my full ten inches, so hard because of the scent of her pussy, compounded by our mixture of blood.

  “Yes,” she growls loud enough the room vibrates.

  I move an inch down the bed and she wriggles toward me, trying to join us with her centre shuffling toward my member. I jostle further and further away until I am off the bed and she is stalking me around it, trying to force me to take her with those powerful mind games of hers.

  You know how wet and hot I am inside, you know what it feels like to be me, please, I ache so badly.

  I ache badly too but it is because you are so wanton. It’s only so good when you are extra wanton. You know that, Leticia.

  We continue our inelegant ballet. My cock stands so high and thick and rigid, bouncing with my footsteps. I notice her thighs stained with streaks of pink; saliva, her juices and a touch of blood too. I have an impulse to clean her as my eyes fix there on those strains on her body. It is just an impulse but when I look into her eyes and see she is overpowering me with influence, I don’t care. She simply needs cleaning.

  I pin her to the stone, cold floor, my arms splaying her legs wide open beneath my face. I use my tongue to clean her mixture of juices and blood and when her thighs are once more a brilliant alabaster, I flip her on her stomach and snatch a flogger from a cabinet just to our side.

  I thrash it upon her back and produce a large amount of blood. She absolutely adores this, only because she knows what she will get at the very end of our session.

  “Ah, Fabien,” she begs, “you are so callous. You do not love me!”

  “No I don’t.” I hit her harder and draw more blood, all the while my cock is only inches from her clenching pussy and erect clitoris.

  “Bad Fabien,” she calls, and I thrash her on one thigh, then the other. She is covered in welts and trickles of blood.

  I drop the flogger and like a dog, I lap at the blood before it dries and eagerly have my feast.

  Soon she is clean again. Oh. But I love to make a mess and clean her. Over and over.

  Before she escapes, I take hold of her hips firmly in my hands and slay her with my massive erection, burying myself so deep within her.

  Yet this isn’t the best part.

  She throws her back against my chest and as we remain on our knees on the cold floor, I wrap my hands around her divine breasts and pinch them enough so that they hurt and bleed, then lift them both so she has to lick the blood from her own tits. Her eyes roll into the back of her head and I know she wants more. I want more.

  I slice into her neck again and while I thrust inside her throbbing hot sex, I feel every part of her coating and massaging the raw ache between my thighs.

  When she takes my wrist and simultaneously feeds from me in return, we are deeply connected and I feel all my own pleasure as well as hers. I know how empty she felt before and I know how full she feels now. It is remarkable she can accommodate me but then Leticia is superhuman. And even for a vampire, she is beyond the average. Far beyond.

  My thrusts build until our knees are scraping across the rough floor and we’re both shuffling forward, leaving a bloody trail in our wake. Every time I pull back, she closes so tight, and I cannot help but want to mould her to me once more. She’s so wet as I sink into her, over and over, stretching her to fit me inside. She feels me hit her depths and it’s an invasion she always hates at first but loves as soon as I rub just the right spots all around her sex.

  We keep feeding as we fuck, the exchange constant and cyclical and eventually, we have to break off our feast because orgasm is coming. I feel mine and I know hers is near too. She’s so aroused that even though her long hair is tied up, I can see each strand standing on end against her pretty scalp.

  Incensed by our union of venom and blood and arousal, we seep into a delirium that only vampires ever experience. Sometimes the delirium is so good that an o
rgasm lasts for half an hour or more. It is rare it happens, but for me and Leticia, it is regular. We are exceptional specimens of our species.

  During the delirium, we see thousands of lovers all fucking and squeezing and murmuring. Shaking and screaming. Writhing and thrusting. We see them all as if they are right in the room with us. They are everyone we have ever fucked and between Leticia and I, we have fucked a few.

  We hear echoes and screams, some of which are ours, but most of them are sounds of previous experiences. When you have lived so long, so much goes on repeat.

  Leticia and I share our memories in these moments prior to orgasm and we both know from seeing each other’s sexual history, neither one of us has ever experienced real love. Just all the mindless, mind-bending sex we’ve known up until now.

  When we close our eyes to reality, the delirium enables us to feel the tongues of hundreds of lovers licking skin, tasting juices, sucking and caressing. Lashing at crevices and parts all over the body. Wet and darting, seeking and pressing. We imagine others sharing Leticia and I as we share each other, too. Our bodies are not naked in the moments prior to climax, but coated in heat and the imprint of hundreds of years’ of sexual encounters. It is almost as if I have two cocks and an unidentified wench is sucking one and Leticia is squeezing the other between her vaginal walls.

  Leticia begins to squeeze my aching member so hard that I feel I might die from ecstasy. It’s so exquisite because she is so strong and I am so big and her hole is so tight…

  At the last minute, I read her mind and she tells me, If I had a cock, I would fuck you harder than you fuck me… and so deep in the ass, you’d squeal like a stuck pig.

  She enrages me so I pound through the pain and when she finally squeezes so hard I cannot move another muscle, I blast inside of her and cum lurches from my tip, lashing her inside over and over. Over and over.

  There is no repeat after an orgasm like this. One like this would be enough to satisfy a human for an entire year. You’d need only think of it once to be met with satisfaction from the mere memory.

  “Fabien, Fabien,” she repeats during these few tender moments as we recover.

  We crawl into bed and lie side by side, but we don’t touch. I tuck her in and wait until she has fallen into deep sleep.

  Then I dress and hear her say softly, “Until tomorrow night.”

  I nod. Yes, I will be her fuck tomorrow night too. Just another night… just another amazing fuck. Yet nothing more.

  LOUIS

  I WOKE FROM the most vivid dream, wondering what the hell had happened. As I stirred, the images, feelings and sensations left me as I came to and soon I could hardly remember what had put such a potent lust in my veins. As I opened my eyes, I saw Jaimie sitting on my still-rigid cock. Somehow I knew, I had already come inside her.

  She was panting and had her hands over her face, crying softly. I hadn’t a clue what had happened but as I grew more and more aware, I realised I was covered in sweat and so was she. She was wet and hot across my thighs and even though I was sated, I still wanted more. I felt an urge and an appetite I never had… and it wasn’t due to the drink.

  “Hey, hey, what happened?” I said reaching for her wrist.

  She took her hands from her face quickly and looked at me with relief. “Oh my god, it is you! Thank god! You were speaking strange words and… I think…” She bit her lip and seemed frightened of telling me. “…I think you just shagged me while asleep?”

  I covered my face with my hands. “I must’ve because I can’t remember a thing! I got drunk… I remember that! That’s all I know. I stumbled home cos I couldn’t get a taxi and now—”

  “Here we are,” she said, twining her fingers through mine.

  She wriggled on top of me to remind me we were still joined at the cock and pussy and I said, “Oh, god, I’m sorry, do you want me to—”

  “Are you kidding, you’ve already made me come three times. Do you think I want to stop now?” She ran a hand through her sweaty hair and breathed deeply, still enjoying me being inside her, a cheeky grin on her face that made me tick harder inside her sweet, wet depths.

  I frowned and wished I could remember those three times. From the way her eyes lolled and her cheeks and lips were raw, I had to accept she was probably telling the truth.

  “I’m still hard… I don’t think I’ve ever been so hard.” I chuckled and for some reason felt like I had the strength of ten men. I wanted to make the most of it.

  “Oh god I know, I am not complaining.”

  That was all I needed to hear. I sat up and wrapped my arms around her, then picked her up and walked her to the en suite bathroom, turning on the shower. While we waited for the water to warm up, I kissed her deeply.

  “Oh god you’re so strong Louis,” she moaned as we maintained that connection, my arm beneath her bum keeping her upright on my stiff length.

  “We need to shower. We’re covered.” Sweat and cum and saliva.

  “Oh god, I know. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so filthy.”

  “Fucking hell I’m horny,” I said in her ear, and her grip on my back tightened.

  When the water was warm, I took her into the cubicle and I was just about to start fucking her when she whispered, “Haven’t you seen your Christmas present yet?”

  “What?” I smiled into her moss-green eyes.

  “Down there,” she pointed, and I pulled back to see.

  My god, she was completely bald! How had I not realised already?

  She had a hopeful expression on her face, the heel of her palm pushed against her smiling mouth.

  I pulled from her and got on my knees.

  “Do you mind if I say hello, I think I have to. Seeing as though she’s a new party guest and all?” I winked, and I don’t think I was more proud in the seconds that followed—to see my wife scream and beg for me.

  “This is so fucking right, Jaimie. Me and you. God you’re beautiful and pink down here. I’m going to keep kissing your pussy until you tell me to stop pleasuring you.”

  “Fuck,” she said, and that made me harder, hearing my wife swear. She rarely did.

  She came so hard and then I fucked her hard, too, until she couldn’t stand a second longer.

  FABIEN

  WHEN LOUIS AND Jaimie emerged from their house around midday, laden with Christmas presents which they loaded into their car, I waited around a shadowy corner to see which direction they would head off in. However before they actually got into the vehicle they fondled and kissed in public like lovesick teenagers. So they’d both benefited from the power of my venom… That made me smile a little, though I would rather not have been in this situation at all. From what I had read in Louis’s mind, his wife Jaimie was nothing like my Juniper, nothing at all. She may have looked like my love but she wasn’t a true reincarnation, I knew it. Juniper and Jaimie’s personalities were just too different.

  When they eventually got into the car and drove off, I let my ears do the work and listened as they drove toward the city ring road, then out into the country. Perfect. The country would be a great location to decide if Jaimie could cure me of my curse. Whether or not she was someone I could love didn’t matter, as long as she could maybe love me.

  When Leticia cursed me, these were her words: “You will suffer Fabien, for your betrayal, and you will never bite another female throat… not until you find Juniper’s reincarnation and make her fall in love with you all over again. We both know, that will never happen. So go and wander aimlessly, seeking neither love nor pleasure. If you bite a woman, you will die. I promise you.”

  It was good that I didn’t want to bite women anymore, anyway, because the only person I could think about was Juniper. Biting another female would seem a betrayal of not only her but my reformed self, too. Those green, green eyes… hair lighter than cotton and a strong, athletic body I adored. We had only made love once and I had struggled not to bite her during—she smelt so sweet and fresh—but I couldn’t risk
losing control of my appetite and biting her too hard and then changing her. It wasn’t fair to change her when she hadn’t been given the chance to decide her own fate. Juniper knew what I was, my prerogative, but she loved me all the same. She died for loving me and not a day had passed in 321 years when I hadn’t thought of her and felt wretched with regret.

  Leticia would pay, one day. She still ruled Valdoria and was protected by her magic and her loyal guards, but I had to make her pay. I dreamed of that day, constantly. To see life leave her would still not make up for all my misery, nor for the loss of my beautiful, innocent little Juniper. The only way I could kill Leticia would be to bite her, then drain her empty. It would be the only way. Only my venom could make her weak enough to want me so badly, she didn’t see my intention to kill her before I struck.

  My thoughts weighing heavily upon me—my chance at freedom so close—I left the shadows on the street where Jaimie and Louis lived and slunk back to my hovel beneath ground, where I found a few hours’ much-needed sleep. I would shift into my winged self when I woke and fly to the country location where Jaimie and Louis had taken themselves to for Christmas Day. Always better to fly at night under the comfort and safety of darkness.

  JAIMIE

  BY FIVE O’CLOCK we were all stuffed, sprawled across the large sofas in the TV room of my father’s imposing but homely farmhouse. I wanted to ask Louis to take me upstairs for a quickie, still so horny from earlier. However we were at my father’s house and it was totally inappropriate.

  My father had remarried a woman named Fiona, and they seemed very happy. Fiona and Louis’s mother Natalie got along so well that ever since we’d married, we had spent Christmas Day with my dad, Fiona and his mum Natalie, plus my sister Jodie. Our routine was to spend Boxing Day with my mother, who hadn’t remarried and wasn’t a pleasant woman to be around. She was so difficult that Jodie rarely stayed past lunch on Boxing Day. I could tolerate Mum more than my sister could, but perhaps that was because I had Louis by my side and he was so understanding, it was easier knowing he was with me.