She woke in the night to him biting her ear, nibbling on the lobe so it hurt, weeping blood. She felt hot liquid dribble down her neck and him instantly licking it away. The window open, letting in a breeze, she realised how he’d got in.
A part of her wondered, Is this how it starts? He takes a taste, and before we know it, I’m a vampire too?
She pushed him away and shouted, “No, Louis, no! Our babies! No! Don’t risk them!”
He stood in the darkness, his skin white and gleaming. He was even more handsome now he was changed, with a more defined bone structure and an aura oozing prowess.
“Jaimie, I don’t know what to do! Stay and be tempted or leave and risk you!”
“Risk me? My only risk right now is YOU!”
He shook his head, dancing on the spot, his hair on end, his muscles bulging in anguish. “I mean that fucking mother of yours! Don’t you see who she is! Don’t you know yet she is possessed by an evil spirit!?”
She thought he was possessed, because if anyone were, he was. Sure her mother was strange and often acted odd and out of character, but Jaimie’s only fear then was keeping the fangs of her husband out of her throat.
“Louis, you must leave me alone until the babies are born! Maybe then the temptation to bite me and take my rich blood will be less… right now you only know hunger.”
“There’s someone else, I’ve always known it, there is,” he professed, “you’ve never been all mine, never. You never talk to me, never open up. I hardly know what you’re thinking half the time. I don’t know… I don’t think it’s me you’ve been in love with all these years, just the romance of being married.”
She shook her head because no wife had tried harder. She’d tried to initiate sex even when he was offish. She was home, every night, to keep house and cook him tea. She’d really tried and if she had any fault, it was that she’d struggled to believe anything good ever happened for women in her family. Giving herself up to motherhood for him was the greatest sacrifice she had ever made, but she’d done it with absolute, unwavering love in her heart.
“I still love you with everything I am. I couldn’t love you more,” she expressed with huge hand gestures, on her knees in the centre of the bed.
“There’s someone else, I know it.”
“Perhaps you have someone else. Hmm? Seems that’s what your mind runs to all the time. Maybe infidelity isn’t mine, but yours!”
He swelled with rage; she saw it gather red in his eyes, pour from his aggressive stance and demeanour. She instinctively grabbed her belly in her arms, wrapping round her children, shaking her head. “I’ll die protecting my babies. I’ll die. Leave me alone. If you loved me at all, go!”
He jumped out of the window and ran out into the night. She never saw him again.
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I watched over her tormented sleep, even as I fought my own. I knew from having drank Louis’s memories during our time together at the castle, that Louis had left Jaimie that night and flew straight to Valdoria, having inherited some of my talents, including my ability to fly. I wished to give her some comforting words when she woke, but Louis had become full of rage following The Change, brought on by residual memories of issues from a human life he’d been cut off from—mistakes he could never make up for, not now.
AT around midnight, she cried out, her nightmares taunting her beyond the pale. Mostly she was frightened for her unborn children, but also she was devastated that even after his change, Louis had still been accusing her of infidelity. I felt tremendously torn about telling her the truth. Anyway I went over by the bed and held her hand. She thrashed and the sheets slipped from her body, revealing her naked and beautiful. The steel between my legs became granite. When she eventually calmed, I left her there again, and stood pacing the room once more. I didn’t know what I was going to do to save Jaimie from this unendurable mess I’d created.
“Fabien, was I dreaming?” She woke, touching her clammy skin. “I feel horrible, like the bad dream is real. It’s real, isn’t it?”
She collapsed back, grief swamping her. Covering her eyes, her body shuddered as sadness gripped her. Now I was here—me, a debauched vampire—it must’ve seemed dreadful to her that I was her only chance of defence against Leticia and Louis.
Her sobs eventually abated and she begged, “Show me, just once, so that I might know if I was missing out on anything with Louis. Show me how a creature like you makes love.”
I threw off my clothes so fast she wouldn’t have seen how I did it. They were shod within milliseconds. I walked to her, naked, and she gasped when she saw me fully unwrapped.
How to make this last? How to give her pleasure, the like of which she’d never experienced before?
“Let me help you stand,” I asked, and she let me help her. Her eyes bright and so desperate for love, I ached to be enough for her. By the bed, I gestured she lift her foot to the mattress. “Keep your leg there,” I instructed and knelt before the pregnant oasis before me.
I slid my hands up the backs of her slender, warm legs, so warm it made me lurch for her pussy and begin drinking her juices. Her bodily scents were so much more fragrant, so much more dirty, than a vampire’s. I was delirious, slurping and feasting on her.
“You won’t bite me? Promise me you won’t?”
I momentarily lifted my lips from hers and replied, “Never. Why ruin perfection?”
I went back to sucking her flesh and she screamed, “Fabien!” Her hands kneaded my hair and I took her sumptuous buttocks in my grip to hold her body upright, the base of her belly touching my forehead. She-vampires were naturally bald but I loved the dark-brown hair between Jaimie’s legs, rustling against my face—the scent of her bath bound within her curls. I threaded my fingers in her fur and dragged her sex open, pulling her skin upwards. She called out my name and arched her back, pushing into me.
The blood flow around her pussy was incredible and when I slid two, cold fingers inside her, it was like desert heat around cold metal, rendering me speechless and more desirous than I’d ever felt in my life—some statement for me to make.
My fat, greedy tongue slipped through her tissues and drank of her precious juices, eagerly taking them as she rocked her hips onto my fingers. Her hands moved from my hair to rub her breasts and I growled, “You’re the sexiest woman alive.”
“Make me come,” she groaned, and I spread her petals with my fingers, concentrating on her clit. The urge to bite it was so great but as I let my tongue feel the burn of her flesh and the thumping heartbeat through her clit, I gathered all my strength to resist drawing blood and concentrated on her groans, and her approval.
Her leg still raised on the bed, I sensed her tiring and sucked her into my mouth, pummelling her until she begged, “Fingers, fingers!”
I thrust my fingers back inside, knowing the orgasm was now irreversible. Stroking her upper wall made her drench my fingers and tongue, her screams ricocheting around the room. I gently persuaded her leg to stand on the floor again and she wobbled on her feet. Carrying her under her armpits, I lifted her onto the bed, sitting her on her knees.
Behind her, on my knees too, I kissed her hair and smelt its sweet, human fragrance, her heart still beating wildly in her chest. I cupped her magnificent breasts in my hands and drenched her throat in soft, delicate kisses, enjoying it as she reached back for my cock, stroking me gently.
“You’re so warm, Jaimie, so warm.”
“You’re cold, just what I need right now to cool me.”
She turned her head back to me and our kiss was familiar but new. Her taste between us, shared, her lust multiplied as did mine. She dragged herself from my lips, trying to catch her breath.
We broke off and she remarked, “Your cock is harder than any man’s. You don’t need to breathe. You kiss me so hard, you forget I need air.”
“My cock is the only place blood really gathers, Jaimie; the only way I can feel anything. I’m soulless but I’m not completely dead a
nd when I kiss you like this, it’s because I can’t help admire your humanity and want to taste it.”
She gazed into my eyes, her mouth parted, cheeks raw with lust. “You’re not soulless. You’re not.”
She reached back and tugged my hair, bringing me back down on her lips. She flicked her tongue against mine and her serenity, her peace, enveloped me too. There was no urgency whatsoever except the constant, pounding need she had for me. She would wait, she was patient enough to hang on for me, to build up the anticipation.
I ran my hands all over her body as we kissed, her back to my chest. The babies slept in her belly, contented by the food she’d just eaten. Their long journey would soon begin.
I began playing with her sex once more, spreading her open, gently prising a space for me to fit inside.
“You don’t have any… you won’t harm me?” she said gesturing at my cock, about to enter her unsheathed.
“We do not carry any diseases. You can sort of see how our lifestyle gets out of hand?”
She smiled, biting her bottom lip. “Now, Fabien. Now.”
She held my cock and guided me inside her from behind, our bodies joining so slowly we both trembled and groaned at every inch joined.
“Fabien,” she begged as we began pushing back and forth together, my body slapping against her wet behind, “not too deep, not too much.”
She warned me off taking too much, her hand digging into my buttock. I wrapped my arms all around her body and held her tight, lifting a breast so I could suckle her nipple, her milk brimming to the surface with my sucking.
“Jaimie, you are going to be the death of me, you know? How can I ever go back after enjoying you like this? You’re the most delicious woman I have ever had.” I gently pulled her hair and with her throat exposed, I licked her, sniffing her like a dog seeking its perfect bitch. “I would never bite this. You are so rare and precious, just as you are.”
“Hold me tight and bury yourself in me, Fabien, bury yourself,” she groaned low, searching for my hands to hold. As bliss reached every corner of my body, she remarked, “You’re purring. You purr. Are you half-cat?”
“Perhaps I am my own breed,” I replied, trying to quell the purring, but unable to. Every hair on my body was raised and on end, my muscles tight and rigid. I needed to come inside her but I didn’t want to show off with multiple orgasms when she needed only to share one orgasm with me.
She rested her head back against my shoulder and watched me as we fucked. I bared my fangs as we approached climax together, showing her how the venom dripped from them. I wouldn’t insult her by giving her up to my vampire-tactics of seduction. She was a sexual woman who just needed me to fuck her and please her, that was all. She wanted the pleasure I could give her, and she deserved some adoration in these lonely days.
“Fabien, oh, Fabien,” she called as she began to quiver, incensing me to buck harder, my stony length soothed inside her warm, hot depths.
My eyes must’ve grown red, as they usually did in the heat of lust, because she stiffened and shut her eyes out of fear. Her wild orgasm gathered around me and hunted my delight, violently chomping on my cock for the nectar she craved. I stilled and wrapped her tight in my arms, keen to soothe her in her emotional state. We sunk down onto the bed together and gradually, she released me. She lay back in my embrace and sighed, “Fabien, he never loved me like that, not until you came along. Why is that? Were you this passionate before you became a vampire?”
“I was more passionate once,” I admitted, smiling, “far more passionate. Now, I am an animal. I seek to find the remains of the human life I once had—a life I should have treasured more when I had it.”
She turned back to me, tears in her eyes. “Kiss me.”
She didn’t want a romantic kiss, she wanted my soul’s kiss, so I didn’t think about what I was doing and I kissed her every way a lover should kiss a woman—soft, hard, tender, rough, partially, fully and then, I kissed her eyes shut, helping her drift back to sleep, hopefully peacefully this time.
“You’re breathtaking when you smile, Fabien,” she said, fatigue in her voice, “without the fangs, I mean. When you smile as a man does, you make me feel a woman could perhaps love a vampire after all.”
I reached a hand to my face and realised I was smiling for the first time in centuries and I couldn’t stop that, either. Purring and smiling all in one night was a rare combination for a creature as old, craggy and wizened as me. Jaimie was the personification of everything I had ever dreamed of having—the sort of happiness I simply did not deserve. She was light and freedom, comfort and grace, and I wanted to drink the ether of her eyes and wrap her soul inside my arms to forever remind me there was good in this world—stored in her.
I feel asleep too, drained in a way I never knew before.
FABIEN
I DIDN’T WAKE for 24 hours, sleeping as the dead do until midnight the next day. When I woke I rolled around the bed, trying to shake myself up. The journey from Valdoria and then no sleep as I rescued Jaimie had used up all my energies.
It hit me like a thunderbolt: Where is Jaimie?
She was gone. I heard no breath, no beat of three hearts at once, no sweet scent. Her things gone, her presence and warmth was, too.
My cock hard beneath the bedcovers, I thought of her soft, warm body, her heart pounding. I felt bereft, wondering where she was. I closed my eyes and saw only her, a new sensation of weakness washing through me. What was this… love?
I did something I had not done in hundreds of years. I threw off the covers and began smashing my fist up and down my cock, so hard the bed shook.
Jaimie, Jaimie, oh Jaimie. Her soft, fragrant, blonde hair and moss-green eyes. Her soul. There was something about her soul, something I had never encountered before. The thought of her sensuality brought ejaculation so thick to the tip of my cock, I had to massage the base of my shaft to help it escape.
My blast of cum hit the ceiling and I watched as the thick mixture hung and eventually fell back down, a pool on my belly. It didn’t have a scent or contain any sperm. I wasn’t human. I was blank, whereas Jaimie… oh Jaimie… she was living and a rainbow of soul, of scents and hidden mysteries.
I took a cloth from the bathroom and cleaned myself, all while ignoring the fact she was gone. Eventually it hit me… the babies!
I dressed immediately and as I gathered my money and the door key, I found a folded sheet of paper on the coffee table in the sitting area.
Fabien,
How strange to watch you sleep, like the dead! No breath, no warmth, no sign of your body alive! Except as I watched your eyes, I saw their flickering, proving you still dream. I guess you were tired from your journey here to rescue me.
You must know why I cannot stay and why I must now, run. Run I will, as soon as I have given birth. You will never find me. An element of doubt means I have to run. I have to protect my babies. Even their father could not stop himself. I think you’re beyond wonderful but at the moment, all I feel is fear. So much fear.
Thank you for rescuing me. Tell Louis his betrayal will never be forgiven.
Yours,
Jaimie
My dead soul ached for her, to protect her. Where was she? I had to find her. I had to! She was the most beautiful woman on Earth and if anyone touched a hair on her head—especially a vampire—I was going to send them to Hell wishing they’d never been born!
As night encroached, I flew from one hospital to another, trying to find her. She wasn’t at any of them. I went to her old home and found it bare, all her things gone, the nursery emptied of everything. She was a smart woman and a strong one, able to perform all this while heavily pregnant?
How would I find her? Using human methods? I couldn’t see her, my mind blocked by her shield. Where was she?
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I spent the next few days using mind control on hospital staff as I visited and revisited every hospital in the area to see if she had been admitted and given
birth. I didn’t find her. She had to have given birth already! Surely! When she was with me, she’d seemed ready for delivery within the next 24 hours, so as I traipsed the land looking for a woman with new twins, I thought surely there couldn’t be many new mothers with twins! It seemed inconceivable for her to carry those babies any longer, especially since we’d made love and I’d sensed her womb loosen and soften during, ready to deliver her children.
I took to staring down on the city from the highest point of the Minster, trying to figure out how she could have used me so easily. She used me, I repeated to myself. These feelings had never hit me before and I wondered if all modern women had the capacity to use a lover and seek another the next night. As I had that notion, I realised with the next thought how ridiculous I was being. Clearly, she had done something to me—her magic powers working me over. I was left confused. Part of me decided she had been so hurt to discover Louis was fucking her sister that she slept with me to hurt him back. Another part of me wondered whether she used me to make me fall asleep, so she could escape with her children. Was her only concern now getting her children away from the likes of us vampires?
I hunted her for five days until I decided she may have sought maternal care in a different city. Finding a map in the Marriott hotel, I wondered how far she might have gone and realised the nearest big city to York was Leeds.
Finding the biggest hospital there, Leeds General Infirmary, a beautiful midwife gave up her secrets as I mentally fucked her mind. She told me Jaimie had delivered non-identical twin girls three days before and questions had been asked about why she wasn’t at her hometown hospital. Jaimie had made an excuse about a funeral having brought her into Leeds. She was discharged with a full bill of health but the nurse said Jaimie had asked if anyone came asking about her, to deny she was ever there (obviously I wasn’t ugly enough to resist).
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