Misty

by M. Garnet

  He soon let go—he was on his knees and pulled her upward into him. The friction was beginning to really bring her to a point of extreme pleasure that surprised her as she tossed her head back on the soft black pillows. She felt her breath tighten as he pushed and she felt her muscles tighten.

  Suddenly she was in the air again and was on her stomach, he pulled her up and she was on all fours, her ass in the air and his hands on her hipbones pulling her against him. She felt the emptiness within him gone, and her need to find a release as the throb of climax was pulsing in her body but not able to reach the peak. She heard him growl as he pushed into her from behind, a deep full lunge to the entire length of him. She felt his heavy balls against her clit as he kept her knees wide and held himself fully inside her, deeper than anyone had ever been in her body. She could not breathe, just rocked against the hard hands holding her, than he pulled back and slammed again and repeated it over and over.

  She could feel the pulse of his cock within her and knew that finally he was getting close to an explosion. She knew she had come once or twice, she had lost count, but there was still this building tight wire wrapped around that needed him to unleash for her. She felt him slowly pull one hand away as he pushed between her shoulders, forcing her head down on the bed. She felt his penetration deeper at this angle and she cried out, both in pain and in pleasure. The hand came back over her spine, between the cleft, and he placed it around his cock, wet with her juices. Suddenly she felt his thumb at her anus and then he forced it into the tight opening and she screamed as she came, throes of passion splitting upward as he moved his thumb and pumped his fluids into her deeply. At last, he found his own mountain to drop over.

  Somewhere she lost track of everything. She was not sure if she passed out or just was not part of this world. She became aware that they were both tangled together, face down on the bed, breathing deeply. She tried to move and between the fact that he was mostly on top of her and she was too weak, movement was out of the question for her.

  He slowly rose up, picked her up and started towards another door that led to a bathroom. This time the lights came on when they entered, motion-triggered.

  “Rad, we need to talk.” Finally she could talk without whispering. Still the words were spaced out as she was limp with sated pleasure.

  He kissed her. “You talk too much. I am sorry I used you so roughly—let me make it up to you.” He carried her into a large open, rock walled archway that turned out to be a shower. Water poured out from showerheads located among the stones, coming from all directions. She felt the sting of the hot water and closed her eyes as it ran down her face and she just hung onto him. There was a smooth stone bench that he sat her on and she was surprised to find it warm to the touch.

  He reached for a blue thick liquid and rubbing it on his hands he began to scrub her arms. She opened her eyes at the soft feel of his hands and the liquid turned to bubbles. He continued up over her shoulders and as he reached behind her down her back, drawing her into him.

  She allowed the massage, finding her aching muscles finally relaxing after the months of tension. He worked around to her breasts and down her stomach. Reaching for more blue liquid he started on her feet, the water pulsing her shoulders and breasts clean as it ran freely over her. She leaned back, looking at this large, muscular male, kneeling in front of her, treating her so gently.

  He worked the soft liquid into the tendons of her ankles and she closed her eyes, the warm water running rivulets of hair into her face. His strong hands worked the tired calves and the thigh muscles. He was washing her between her open legs, the front and the back. She opened her eyes and tightened her muscles as he touched her in places that responded to his touch, but he did not linger, just held her legs apart to allow the water to rinse the soap away.

  She watched him closely as he waved a hand over a small screen and the water stopped. He stood and brought out two large towels. He pulled her up and wrapped her in one, taking a moment to dry himself. He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. He dried her, leaving her hair wet, then pulled the towel away, laid her on the bed, and stood looking down at her.

  “All the time I was tracking you, I was imagining your white body on these black sheets.” He just stood there looking at her.

  She stayed there as he had laid her out. She did not know what to do. She needed to talk to him. She needed to plan for the future. She would not allow herself to have feelings for this monster, yet there was something forming inside her that she didn’t want to acknowledge. It was something more than just the sex, although that was remarkable, but she did not like the fact that she had been really worried when he had taken on the other Vampires. She had felt a loss. She knew one fact, she was going to grow old and die and he was not.

  “You were so angry the night you caught me. Were you going to hurt me?” She clutched the sheets in her hands where they lay at her sides.

  He smiled that crooked smile that she could hardly see in the dim light. “No, I was fighting the urge to throw you on the street and take you right there. But now we have the time to do it right.” He placed a knee on the bed but she started to pull away. “Remember, I promised to make you scream in pleasure in more ways than you could imagine.”

  She now was really worried, but for different reason. If he did what he was threatening, she would be his, and she couldn’t fight that. She shook her head no, finally pushing against the satin bedding, but he reached down and covered the no with his mouth. His tongue playing with hers as he ran his hand over her throat and down to her breast, taking one and the nother, teasing each to make the peaks form tight nubs that trembled as he touched them, rotated them and twisted them just short of pain.

  Although he had her mouth, the twist of a breast brought a gasp that opened her mouth even more. He lifted his mouth and trailed a wet tongue down her chin, down her neck and brought that wicked tongue to one breast while he worked the other breast with finger and thumb. She gripped the sheets in her hands, tighter, and felt the heat in her breast reach down to her loins as he made each breast respond to him. Still suckling the one breast he slowly slid his hand down over her stomach and into the soft hair of her mound.

  She pushed her knees together but he looped a leg between and pulled one leg down and upward towards his body, lying over her, never stopping the movement of his tongue and teeth on her breast that was responding by blossoming upward into a tight bud in his mouth to be pulled, twisted and teased by his teeth.

  * * * *

  His leg held her open and his hand went downward into the soft hair and into the warmth of the two lips below. He expertly pushed them apart with his fingers, rubbed slowly back and forth between the folds until that tiny important clit sprang upward, hot and ready. He felt moisture slid into his hand and he shifted swiftly, suddenly he was on his back and she was on top.

  She let out a small yelp and shut her eyes as he slowly lowered her onto his erection. He watched her face as the effect of sliding down the pole of his maleness affected her whole being. When he was sure she could take the whole, he pulled her hips sharply and a load animal sound came out of her throat as she threw her head back. She was riding him, no thought, no mind, just pure animal sex, her body just doing what it wanted. She put her hands on his wide chest, pushing herself upward and let her weight pull her back down. She could not see and she did not want to, she only wanted to feel.

  He looked up at her. His sight did not need the lights and he watched every emotion move over her, letting it take him higher than he had gone with anyone that he could remember. He only wanted to move her to emotions she had not had before, so that he could see the emotions and eat on them as he would eat on her blood. Then it finally hit him, in the center of his heart. He felt the amulet that had fallen against his chest warm on his skin and he knew. He had known many females in his long life, some for long periods and some for just one quick release of sex, but he had reconciled himself to not finding a bond to any o
f them since his family had been wiped out in that massacre that took those that he loved, sending him on the road that let him become so strong. So strong because he had lost all feeling for anyone or anything, because he had locked his heart not to allow it to be healed from the terrible tear that had ripped it apart so long ago.

  But now, after all this long time, he felt a healing that he never expected to happen. A mortal woman—no, she was more, but he had not found out what exactly—but this woman had reached him where he had never allowed any of the others to see or touch.

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  She felt him push on her stomach, forcing her to sit upright as she moved up and down on him. She gulped air and reached behind her to his knees to find something to hang onto so she would not fall backward. She felt a hand move upward to a breast and enfold the entire breast as it bounced to her movement. She felt another hand pushing down between them and a thumb and a finger went around a tip of a breast and a thumb and a finger went around the nub between her legs. She pushed one more time, he twisted hard on both and she screamed as she came, several times then fell down on his chest.

  She had never had multiple climaxes, she had never had many climaxes, she felt like her heart was going to burst. She was weak and just kept pulling in deep breaths as she lay on him, straddling him, with him still in her.

  He raised up into a sitting position, pulling her legs around him, and she kept her head against his chest. Suddenly she was aware that his shaft was growing inside her. She pulled her head back with a jerk and looked at him with a question. In the dark room she saw his crooked smile.

  He moved her down on her back and did not pull out. He slowly moved in and out as he kissed her chin. He kissed her ear and she felt him bite her earlobe, eliciting a gasp. He still moved in and out, although she thought she was too tired to respond, she felt her body start to heat up. She vaguely wondered why she was responding—was it his special powers?

  He slowly licked her neck and she couldn’t move. He bit deeply into the vein and pulled the blood into his mouth. She felt the exquisite pain and pleasure pour through her as he worked his cock faster and drew the blood. She worked with him, moving her hips, spreading her legs wider to allow entrance, tilting her head to allow him all the entrance he wanted. They both reached a peak and another peak, but he still pushed one more time, moving to bite the tip of her breast. She screamed in pure pleasure and blackness closed in as she passed out. He withdrew his teeth and licked the punctures, kissing her. He slowly withdrew from between her legs and he held her softly in the dim room until her breathing settled down and she snuggled against him. He smiled one more time and settled her back against him, forming a cocoon against her back and knees, putting his arms around her. He caught one breast in a large hand and let himself go into a rest mode.

  Chapter Sixteen

  The lights dimmed with sunrise but the dark color of the glass walls left the room in the same darkness. There was a knock on the door and she woke, aware of the large body wrapped around her back, aware that it was daylight in the dim room, aware that they both were naked, and aware that the man wrapped around her had given someone permission to enter the room.

  She fought to bring the covers over her but Rad just rolled over with his hands behind his head. The manservant—what was his name, Marco—was pushing a cart and she could smell coffee. She chose to just bury her face in a pillow.

  “How is Alex?” The deep velvet voice beside her questioned.

  “Sir, he is running around like a young buck, totally healed and finding new talents. Last night he had to go out twice to feed beyond the blood we have stored here. He can sense emotions. Your lovemaking drove him to go and find a woman to help his own cravings. Interesting what her blood did for him.” This was all said with the respect in the voice of Marco.

  She kept her face buried but she moved the pillow so that she could hear, interested in what was being said about Alex.

  “Marco, make arrangements for all four of us to go to Rome. We need to be there as soon as possible. My lady will also need suitable clothes. We can’t take a pillow for her to hide her head in.” She heard the deep laugh and he moved away from her as he left the bed.

  She heard the door close and she slowly looked over her shoulder. She was in the room by herself. She pulled a large sheet loose, wrapped it around her and went to the tray to pour coffee. She put cream and sugar in, rook a long sip and sighed. She lifted a lid and found warm beignets covered in powdered sugar. She picked one up and let the sugar fall over her hand and chin and chest as she took big bites from the confection. She chased the sweet dough down with sips of the coffee. Standing there in bare feet with the sheet loosely draped around her and powdered sugar fluttering around her body she turned and found him staring at her with those pale eyes.

  She froze and she shook her head. “Rad, no, we must talk.”

  He moved across the room slowly, but with his predator approach. He had reached her and he put out a hand and with one finger touched some sugar on her chest and brought it to his lips. “I have acquired a taste for whiskey and I think I can acquire a taste for sugar.” He smiled that crooked grin that tore her insides into knots.

  “No, wait, please. The others heard me last night. You did what you threatened. You made me scream with pleasure. They would have had to be deaf to not have heard. In fact, according to Marco, Alex did hear us. How can I face them? How can I have any dignity? What must they think?” She gathered the sheet and backed up but he just followed.

  He reached and took more sugar to his mouth. “They will think how lucky we both are, to have such love.” Again they were on the bed. It was so fast that it took her a moment to realize he had moved her to the bed, and a moment more to realize he had said the word love in connection with both of them. They really did need to talk, but after he got done tasting all the sugar.

  The next time there was a knock on the door she was drying herself and she had a large towel wrapped around her, so she peeked out and saw Marco pulling in a large rolling rack. Hanging from it were zippered garment bags, and boxes were on the bottom.

  Marco nodded at her. “These are for you. I have no idea what is to your taste but I chose items for your color, for the delicious red highlights of your hair, for the green specks of your eyes, and the soft pink of your skin.” He looked down and back up. “I am sorry, I hope I have not stepped out of bounds. I am the trusted servant of Radames and you can trust me with your life.” With that he turned and left, pulling the door shut behind him.

  She stood with her mouth open. She was just a woman—where was all of this coming from? Her curiosity got the better of her so she opened one of the garment bags. Inside were sundresses. The first one was a soft jade green with small string straps and a full skirt. Okay, Marco had good taste. She lifted the lid off a couple of boxes and found they had shoes, the right size, amazing. In one she found a pair of jade green sandals with a small heel and straps to keep them in place. The one thing she did not find was underclothes. Hmmmmmmm.

  She put the dress on, sat on the floor and tied on the sandals then got up going into the bathroom. She brushed her hair, found her clips, and pulled the sides up. She made a little bouquet of curls at the top in back, letting the rest hang down behind. She had no makeup—that was probably just as well, as her cheeks were red from Rad’s rough beard—Vampires needed to shave. Her lower lip especially was red and swollen, so she looked like Angelina Jolie, well almost. Okay, maybe not as good, but no lipstick was needed.

  She went out to the hallway and looked out the windows at the water in the distance. There were working boats on the water. She looked in both bedrooms, which were made up and clean, but empty. She got to the top of the stairs where she could hear the voices of the men. She came down and as she reached the bottom the talk stopped and all three turned to look at her. That was bad enough, but the eyes all turned black. Shit, she was in trouble. She stepped back against the wall but Rad stepped forward. She sa
w his eyes again turn to the pale blue.

  He held out his hand and she took it. She leaned into him and whispered. “What happened, you all looked at me with black eyes. Like you were going to eat me.”

  He looked down at her and turned her hand over, kissed the pulse on her wrist. “It is a compliment. You look good enough to eat, and your smell is especially delightful today.”

  Alex grinned. “A good fuck sure does wonders.” Now she knew that a blush was starting in her neckline and working up her face.

  Marco came around them and started up the stairs.

  “Marco has got us transportation leaving today for Rome. He is going to pack for you. He already has our stuff packed. We will have a limo take us to the airport and we will leave in about an hour. We don’t need food but we will see that you get proper nourishment on the trip and time to sleep. We have a special hotel we stay at in Rome and we will then meet with the Council.”

  She was taking this all in as she made her way over to a couch to sit down. “Should I change?”

  Alex spoke first. “Damn, no, you are perfect. Well, Marco can get you a jacket, it is always cold in the waiting rooms at the airports.” He moved closer. “Misty, I want to thank you for your gift to me. Compared to Rad I am young, I have not gained the talent that comes with age to a Vampire. But your blood has given me not only healing but talents. I have been out all night finding what I am. But I am one thing and that is grateful to you. I am in your debt, and if there is ever a threat to you, they will die.” He was now speaking in that low rasping voice that she had come to realize was a threatening Vampire voice. She suddenly felt he did seem to have about him a feeling of strength that she had not felt before. The happy go lucky Swede was gone. A strong adult Vampire stood in front of her. In a way she was a little sad, but maybe it was nice to have two protectors.

  Marco appeared on the stairs.