“How are you healing up?” he whispered to her, still scrutinizing her wound.
The way in which he touched her made her feel the hidden emotions pooling in his hands, and he left his cool, thin fingertips on her skin a little bit longer than what was appropriate for a wellness checkup. His eyes had shifted from her neck, and into the corners of her wide amber eyes that longed for answers and gleamed with opulence of subconscious marvel and desire. Her breaths anxiously became a little heavier for both to notice, as she felt an uncontrollable polarization between her skin and his hand, still resting on her neck. A nerve-wracking electric heat reminiscent of what she knew what would follow next provoked exhilaration that made her legs weak.
“Tell me the truth, Enttu. What is it that you want from me?” she whispered, softly placing her hand over the back of his, as it pressed a little more firmly her skin.
This wasn’t out of his concern anymore; his touch was laced with ulterior affections. With his other arm, he slipped it behind her waist and he roughly pulled her against him, and she was surrounded by his deceptive, human warmth. He felt her heartbeat and the warmth of her breasts against his chest, which resulted in neither one of them knowing who was under control of who. Without much further though, he let himself go, and ran his hand down the sensitive area of her neck, that forced her to let out a sharp breath. He lifted her chin with his thumb, and then his lips met hers feverishly, with heavy breaths and passionate sighs. And he could feel his body foreboding that it would not stop here.
Regina met his kiss back with much reception almost of desperation, and she gently nibbled his bottom lip as his tongue danced his way into her mouth. His saliva tasted of fresh mint and the faint metallic taste of blood, and his fangs grazed her tongue as she licked the roof of his mouth. She slipped her arms around the back of his neck, and she gently tugged and entwined her fingers in all that graceful blonde hair. His lips traveled from her mouth to her neck, and then from lack of support, they both gracefully fell on top of the satin-covered bed, with him on top of her, gently pinning her down under his weight as he grinded rhythmically against her. Her toned, tanned legs opened to him and wrapped around his waist, creating animalistic arousal within him, and her hands ran down his back and pulled his hair. He seemed to like the playful aggression.
His erection filled with hot, pumping blood, and pressed against the lace of her panties, through his trousers. He trembled as he kissed her, and his face was flushed red-hot with exhilarating lust, anticipating to being inside of her so badly. He withdrew his kiss momentarily, before he whispered into her ear.
“I’m going to make you feel stigmata,” he insinuated, smirking perversely.
“What are you gonna do, stab me?” Regina whispered back in his ear. She licked his neck, and he tasted of salt and fresh water.
He gently tugged her raven hair that was streaked with natural caramel streaks from the sun, and then grabbed the girl from the small of her back and arched her body up against his, squeezing her buttocks with such a longing. They continued to desperately find each other through their steamy kiss, his fingers pressing between her legs against lace, near her nether region. He stimulated her, simultaneously kissing her neck, and then slid a finger inside of her. The orgasmic torture endured for a minute, and she arched her back and cried out she came. He took one of her bare nipples in his mouth, tempted to draw out her succulent, sweet smelling blood.
His lips worked their way down her stomach, kissed her hipbone, and then slowly pulled off her lace undergarments concealing her sex that he wanted to taste and fuck. The panties were thrown to the side of the bed, and she arched her back when she felt his warm tongue suddenly swirling on the nerves resting at the top of her feminine folds. He grabbed her by the hips and continued to lick her more aggressively as she moaned louder and convulsed from his oral pleasure. He loved the way he made her violently tear down, scream, and release herself on his tongue. She tasted of raspberries and cream, and he could have stayed here forever.
The dhampir gently pinned her down underneath him, as he let her taste herself on his lips. She ferociously undid the buttons on his shirt and helped him undo the belt of his slacks, and he helped her out of the silk robe. He gripped her breasts with a firm squeeze of his raw need of her. Finally, they were both fully nude, and he was incredibly trim and fit, with abs that looked like they were carved out of metal. She looked ravishing, her breasts full and hard, and her legs spread, ready for his penetration, and he smirked perversely. The sweet, faint smell of her excitation was irresistible.
His erection throbbed desperately. He kissed her once more, and slowly penetrated her in a deep thrust. She gasped out loud and tightened around him, accommodating to his incredible length. He bit his lip, and let out an exhale of pleasure, partially closing his eyes, as he thrust even deeper into her again, holding her legs spread apart.
“Ah, fuck…” he sighed.
Her eyes closed, and her head was rolled back, moaning loudly with each following violent thrust, of his raw emotion and bloodlust. His body was a weapon that he used to stab her repeatedly, impaling her hypersensitive spongy tissue. She came on him not too long into sex and slickened his length with her orgasm. His tongue was shoved down her throat as he fucked her harder, stifling her the louder she moaned and dug her nails into his back deep enough to draw blood. The blood-drawing pain of the scratches down his back felt euphoric to him, and he held her down by her wrists in his strong grip that made them tingle with numbness. He had been sexually destitute for so long, so he wanted to give her his best performance, and she liked it rough.
He could not contain his animal instinct too much longer, and if he went any harder in the throes of passion, he could have killed her with his force. In a swift motion, he flipped her over, so she was on top of him now, but he remained in control, powerfully gripping hips. He helped her rock back and forth rhythmically, and cupped her breasts, until she released again, in a beautifully sweet, sexual symphony. She was seized by another body-rocking orgasm, and he was elated at watching her beautifully climax. Her insides were so warm and wet, and they twitched around his slickened penis, which filled her completely. She fit him like a glove.
Once more, he flipped her into her back again, with one hand beneath the nape of her neck, and his tongue down her throat to drown out her out. He slipped a hand under her waist, keeping her body pinned beneath his, and she locked him in place, wrapping her legs around him. He impaled her so deeply that she felt him in her lower abdomen, and the hard thrusts made a slapping sound the faster he went. He hurt her so good, while he roughly made love to her, and she began to tremble, ready to come again. She moaned his name over and over, as he continued to fuck her to orgasm, until she squirted her fluids all over his throbbing cock. He put a hand over her mouth to stifle her screams, and he felt he could no longer handle the overwhelming pleasure building up. The pressure of his grip over her face could have dislocated her jaw if he were to squeeze any harder. His sighs transformed into escalating moans as he plunged his hips between her legs harder and faster.
“Ahh! I’m gonna come!” he managed to announce.
The slamming thrusts stopped abruptly, and he shouted out loud, throwing his head back in ecstasy of his orgasm, fangs visible, mouth slack. He ejaculated deep inside of her, implanting his warm seed within her womb, and involuntarily thrusted a few more times to impregnate his lover. He pinned her down underneath him and held her thighs opened to him. She felt his cock still throbbing as he kept coming. Her sore legs were shaking, as she caught her breath, panting up into the ceiling.
He collapsed on top of her, strong lean frame colliding onto a soft bosom, in resolution. They kissed each other with such a longing that it seemed that they were suffering from each other’s absence for eons. Her feelings of hostility had since then vanished into the passion of the copulation. Regina gently reached over the back of his neck and gently caressed
Enttu’s long, silver hair, caressing his face with her other hand.
“You are everything I imagined you to be” he whispered softly into her ear, the breath of his words falling on the side of her neck.
“Why did you come inside me?” she whispered back.
Regina kept the thought in the back of her mind that she would eventually need to find an emergency contraceptive. She was slightly annoyed with herself that she let herself get carried away in breaking her dry spell. But he kissed he worry away softly and sweetly, and she gave in to the romantic killer. He had the addictive potential to become a drug, though it would be he who would become enslaved to his obsession with her.
He pushed her hair out of the way to kiss it. The tips of his fangs grazed over her jugular, and this sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine, feeling the damp, cool breath of his over her delicate skin. She mentally desired for him to go ahead and take a drink, she feared nothing anymore, and he sensed her unnerving intrepidness pulsing louder in her veins. It sent his desire was over the edge. He suckled the hot surface of her skin gently, tasting the salt of her sweat, and threateningly about break skin, before her sharp gasp brought him to a dead halt.
“It’s too dangerous, I won’t be able to stop myself with you. And I couldn’t bear the thought of me killing you by mistake,”
“Enttu, I’m not afraid to die if you haven’t noticed,” she whispered back to him. He gave her a short, sweet peck on her red lips.
“But it’s not your time,”
Sex with a vampire was already like playing a game of Russian Roulette that she lived to tell. He brought out the darkest of her desires and the fearlessness of death. She knew she could have died and was well-aware of how blindly she trusted that he wouldn’t kill her, maybe just yet. The two lovers tangled up in each other and she engulfed him with her warmth, causing him to surrender to slumber with her.
He had to feed again, and now more than ever, the urge to drink her dry was unbearable. She fell asleep in the comfort of his arms. He held her naked body as if he’d never let her go again, whilst running the potential and imminent risk of him giving in to his sanguinary cravings of his vampiric condition. He had almost long forgotten what it felt like to consummate affections, and nonetheless with a warm-blooded, human female. Vampires usually never were the like to move on from a bereft lover, and Enttu was no exception. He remained on an infinite malaise of grief of his Lost Lenore. But this time, with a single, hopeful spark reignited in his blackened heart, he slumbered with the new human girl amongst satin sheets she had once only seen in her surreal premonitions.
And as above, so below, the Goddess Selene dwelt in her Temple of the Afterlife. She took notice of the visible flashing waves of blue light on the glass tiles of the courtyard floor. She’d seen a lilac colored light of a comet pass over her temple and head towards the distant Planet Earth. A white lotus of sparkling light appeared before her feet, emptying out a red liquid that was possibly blood at her toes.
“Now’s the time,” she stated, smiling at the bleeding flower at her feet. The dhampir spirit, Alucard, stood in front of her, and slit his wrist, dripping his blood over the lotus.
“Oh, my dear Elvira. He’s taken my Elvira. I envy him. this is almost sacrilege,” he complained without a solution to his personal, nostalgic problem.
“Well Alucard, I have told you had to do in the case you ever wanted take a tender trip to earth ever again. He carries your blood in his veins after all. The silver lining about Basilisk is that you might get to share one last kiss with little Elvira,”
“Correct, but I truly believe that Prince Enttu doesn’t need help from the dark side of the moon. He seems to be faring just fine in manipulating his demons to work for him, and not the other way around. We don’t need him transforming into a demon around humans; he already is one.”
“Takes one to know one.”
Part II:
CH. 6
-I WAS BORN DEAD
BUT NOT YET DAMNED-
I allowed the young girl to stay with me, though it was more of my own desire that fueled my motive to convince her to stay. It was the least courteous thing within all my measure and etiquette, that I at least provide for her, at least for one night, after I completely let my lust take over me, and I, over her. It was an action, that even for myself, would have been not likely to fit my character. Yet, for the reputation that citizens have given me over the eons of being a nonchalant, despotic vigilante, she polarized me, to feel weakened to every inch of her. I was smitten by her stunning visage, painfully beautiful muse of sun kissed skin, to a dark, smooth golden. Mine was a deathly pallor sleeping next to her.
She allowed me to wrap my arms around her, and bury my nose in her stark, raven hair that fell straightly, wafting an aroma of Tahitian vanilla in her cascading, onyx locks. It was borderline fiction the events that happened between herself and I. First, I had rescued her from the notoriously violent Dragul, whilst I was fully aware that consummation might occur sooner or later. Why would I risk myself for her, she asked? She was the spitting image of my bereft lover, and it was morally imperative of me to help a human whenever I was afforded the chance to.
This alone was without mentioning her other attributes that she shared with my wife; she possessed powers she herself wasn’t aware of. I had no doubt that this woman was my wife reborn, which explained her absence from the Afterlife and the Realm of the Passing Dead. And after losing my path, blinded by the darkness of a violent past, and an equally grizzly career now in modern times, she was my light that made me realize none of my eternal suffering had been in vain. Of course, it stirred up past romantic affections that I kept entombed as grey memories. Of course, dare I say, she compelled me to love her when I first ran into her in Downtown Bucharest. Dare I say it, I solidly, undoubtedly loved her because I had already loved her long ago, once before. Consequently, I lost myself in the soothing fire of her womb. I had to be careful to not give in and use my full strength as I could have seriously injured her or crushed her to death. We curled in each other’s arms, her skin and breath were warm on my chest. When I beheld her for hours after she fell asleep while I held her, I knew this was the day I’d begin to heal. If humans could love hard, vampires loved even harder, to the point of tragedy.
Her striking semblance to Nayeru was not a coincidence. My former wife who was barbarically murdered as I was left for dead. Her voice was even melodically sweet with an undertone of amber hearth, despite her obviously strong character. Apart from her sans-pareil beauty and grace, and the kindest soul I had the fortune of knowing in my lifetime, my wife was a very methodical, superbly intelligent woman who pursued new scientific developments within medicine, chemistry, astronomy, and primitive electric theory. By her own people, the stoic, concentric humans that were domineered, and I will call it blinded, by the poison that was the Christian religion, she would have surely been put to death or libeled as a witch.
Unfortunately, this later did come true. Our first acquaintance was probably not the most pleasant, as she was downright distrustful, especially of men and fearful of the rumor of vampires, but we did get to know each other better when she began to come to Lower Meytros, on her own free accord, after I told her of our own education system.
When Regina would awaken, and she was receptive to me for the full day, I took her into a hidden garden I built for my wife. She wanted to know me better, so we spent the next evening talking after twilight had dissipated into darkening dusk. Here in the hidden vortex of the last standing invisible barrier past the lavender meadows and shadows of fireflies, time stood still. I kept her under my cape, the same way I kept her ancestor, my spouse, before her.
FALL OF 1887, NEAR MODERN-DAY BUCHAREST
When I had mentioned I was left for dead, that was a very loose term. I was born dead by a medical standpoint. I was a prince at the time, and most likely true that royalty will always res
ide in my veins, I haven’t used or even acknowledged my royalty after the great tragedies later that took everything and everyone, sparing a very lonesome few, and those went on to disperse in secret to different parts of the world. I gave them that choice, as I had my own agenda of retaliation tugging the frozen strings of my heart. I would’ve been their king, but I declined. I became the almost mocking epitome of the King of the Dead, in complete literation.
Nicolae Fabien Tepes was my father, a Romanian man he was, with long cognac colored hair and he wore his iconic red cloak of velvet and zebra. He was a thoroughbred vampire born in Targoviste, of about two centuries aged, who was raised by only his mother, a countess who descended from the ancient Vlad Tepes, better known famously as Dracula. The only things my father ever mentioned of my grandmother besides his lineage is that she was a dhampir descendant from Alucard and a witch name Elvira. Though it wasn’t sure of how long after they both passed away that she was born, she was unfortunately abandoned and raised by two human parents.
She always mentioned the spirit of the great Alucard, the son of Dracula who led a revolution against his own father. Allegedly, he was whom guided her in her exodus through the heavily wooded mountains from Wallachia to Meytros, now Bucharest. It was here in Meytros that she discovered that it was a stronghold for the dhampir race, with a few thoroughbred vampires and humans strewn throughout the population. She’d won the eye of the leader of Meytros was the alleged surviving offspring of Alucard and Elvira. His name was Prince Liviu Anton Tepes. They did wed, and from their union was born my father, Nicolae Fabien Tepes.
My father, being the firstborn, ensured and oversaw each human transfiguration and turning methods to ensure success. He reached the ranks of priesthood as a well-revered vampiric shaman and master of sacraments for every aspect of their lives. Nicolae had accomplished so much and brought our coven to technological advancement with his revolutionary ideas. It was he who had passed the word throughout different regions of the world, mainly targeting America post 1776, to become part of our coven in exchange for immortality. He began to draw in scholars, teachers, and people talented in the metaphysics to our coven. He even attracted a samurai from Japan, a man we called Master Hideki, who trained our ranks for years. Through the spirit of Alucard, they began to have otherworldly contact with beings not of this planet, due to the abundance of supernatural energies pooling in their domain, and one night is when the goddess Selene appeared to them in a temple where the turnings occurred.
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