Adduné (The Vampire's Game)

by Wendy Potocki

  He slid one strap of her bra down over her shoulder. He pushed the cup aside exposing one succulent breast. He caressed it as an anointing, fingering it lightly. He lingered on her nipple and suddenly squeezed it sharply between his fingers. It felt pinched by taloned claws. A low guttural sigh emerged from deep within – caused from the painful, sensual sensation. He leaned down and suckled. Rachel felt her nipple pull into his mouth where it was met by his tongue. He softly bite the tip of it before he brought his lips up to her face. She felt his cool, inviting lips against her mouth. There was something intoxicating about him. She hungrily nibbled, biting his lower lip. She felt his hands pull up her skirt and his thumbs hook over the top of her lace panties. His lips left hers as he slid them down her legs. She looked at him sitting between her ankles – her naked legs spread before him. Her soft dark triangle of pubic hair resembled a shadow. She never liked to expose herself in this way, but right now she was enjoying it. She wished he would run his fingers through the small thatch and feel how soft and inviting its texture. She wanted his fingers to latch onto it and give it a soft pull. Normally she would have been ashamed to entertain such thoughts, but not tonight. Not in this darkness. It was right. Besides they would be together – forever.

  He reached his hand out. She took it and suddenly she was flying with him – flying into the night. She was far above the city of Fairfield and above Paris and Rome. She was traveling around the world and he was transporting her. She lay – her back to him – held firmly his arms. His cape was wrapped around her – protecting her like a cocoon. As if she were larva waiting to be born.

  She felt the wind through her hair – in her face. The speed he traveled was remarkable. She didn’t question his ability to fly – she just relaxed in her lair and watched the world pass underneath.

  Further into the night they flew. Her face felt caressed – kissed by the night air. It was so corporeal and delightful. Her physical senses came alive. She started to see things she never noticed before. Other creatures of the night flew rapidly by them – in a quest to harvest what they’d killed.

  She looked up at the moon. She was so at peace. Her job, Velvet, Jake, and the rest of her problems were a million miles away. He carefully turned her over until she was facing him. He was commandeering her. Directing her body where he wanted her to go. He rotated his shoulders causing them both to roll in the air. The motion sent his cape up and out from around him. It spread into a giant fan around Rachel exposing her half-naked body. She saw the volume of it reaching out to the corners of the universe as if fingers of a hand. It was poetic and beautiful. It felt right.

  She was now on top of this stranger. She wondered his name, but didn’t care. She had lifetimes to learn it. She looked down at him. She pushed his loosened hair back and then stroked the skin of his face. The smoothness of it excited her. She started kissing him – forcing his mouth open. She pushed her tongue inside of him tasting his exotic note. There was a sweetness to his mouth – a sugary taste to his saliva. It was intoxicating. She ran her tongue over his teeth and then sought out his tongue again. She entangled hers with his wondering if they were two cobras embracing and meeting their own.

  She began breathing heavily. A hot flush came to her face. She wanted him. She wanted him more than she’d wanted any man. It surpassed desperation. She took her arms out of her jacket and tossed it into the air. It fell, the air bracing and spreading it out until it was a graceful parachute alighting to the earth in its own good time. She pulled at the front of her blouse hearing the buttons rip loose. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra. She brought it up over her heavy breasts releasing and allowing them to fall against his chest. It felt so delicious, but it wasn’t enough. She dug her hands in between the front placket of his silk shirt and ripped it open. She heard the material tear as it gave way to her will. She pushed the material to the side feeling her nipples and the buttery skin of her breasts meet the texture of his naked body.

  She threw her head back grinding her breasts into his chest. She was becoming more and more aroused by the touch of him. She bent her head down and began licking him. In broad sweeps, she ran her tongue over his stomach and then his chest. She sucked on his brown nipples until they were erect and pointed. She let her tongue sweep his throat – licking all sides. She felt the ridge under his jaw. She ran her tongue up to his lips and plunged her tongue into him once more.

  She felt his fingers enter her. The air was rushing past them – adding its touch of splendor – heightening the sensations. She withdrew her tongue and began nibbling his bottom lip –pulling on it – gently chewing on it as she gazed into his blue, blue eyes. They looked like crystal. Crystal that held a minute amount of water at their center. The thick black lashes framed them in an almost feminine fashion.

  He opened his mouth and she saw his teeth – all of them. Even his long brutal incisors that weren’t there at the beginning of their journey. Incisors like her cat – only longer and more deadly. They were deliciously feral. She now saw these newly-acquired fangs inching closer to her neck. She felt his hands lift her skirt up around her waist and then the touch of his penis on her upper thigh. It fell in between her thighs. She squeezed her legs together tightly. She felt him stiffen like steel. She allowed his hands to slowly separate her thighs giving him access to her vaginal opening. She turned her neck to the side – exposing all parts of herself to her phantom nighttime lover.

  He entered her, his teeth pressed into her skin piercing it as the skin of an apple. His penis was thicker than her previous lovers. She pushed her legs out and let them dangle on either side. He pushed the walls of her vagina apart until he was all the way in. She felt she would die from pleasure. She ground her hips into him. He pounded into her, his teeth sinking deeper and deeper into her neck – deep enough to draw blood. She moved her head back so he could drink more easily. It felt so glorious. As if she were being set free. She’d never known such pleasure and knew the wish she made for happiness had come true.

  They flew together all night long. Making love in the night air … his penis penetrating her … his teeth lodged in her neck … both deeply leaving their mark and both searing her soul for an eternity.

  CHAPTER 9

  She was falling. Falling through the nighttime sky. Not seeing the earth below, but knowing it was there. The delirium of pleasure was still within her. She should be afraid, but the sweet succor was overtaking her senses – flooding her with a suspended sense of reality. She felt her breasts loose and unencumbered. Her nipples stiffened from the air rubbing against them. She felt as if they were being stroked and teased by the silk of the ribbon he’d taken from his hair. She wished the hands that had squeezed and fondled them were still there, the air valiantly acting as a coolant. A shower that should have watered down her passion, but only aroused it further. Her skirt still encircled her waist as a bracelet. She was exposed, but didn’t care. Her juices were intermingled with his and spread thickly over her thighs. She felt the wind in her pubic hair and vaginal lips, titillating her sore vulva. Making her wish for what was no longer occupying that raw empty space that ached to be filled once more.

  “Rachel …”

  Someone’s voice. She heard someone’s voice call to her. It came from below and was pulling her down. Down and down. Faster she hurtled toward it. She didn’t want to stop floating. To stop making love to the creature that flew. Where was he? How long would she have to wait for him to share another passionate embrace?

  “Rachel!”

  The voice was more urgent. The earth came into focus as the light filtered slowly through a lens. It was as if the shutter cap had been taken off a camera. Gentle sunlight invaded her view. She looked through the uncovered lens and saw treetops and a vast expanse of cleared land. It was where she lived. She was above Fairfield and rushing to meet it – facedown. She turned in the air – feeling her breasts fall loosely on either side of her chest. She wanted to squeeze them together and recapture the mag
ic of last night, but the daytime was affecting her dream. It was awakening her, pulling her away from the wonder she found in his arms. It was the damned daytime and that voice.

  “Rachel!”

  The voice ordered her to regain her senses. She saw the museum below her. She was going to hit into it. Before she could do anything to stop the collision, she crashed through the roof feeling the impact against her body. Then came the floors in one big rush – one-by-one she collided into them – bursting through only to be confronted with another. She kept smashing through them like a juggernaut, heading straight down to the basement. The building had quelled her momentum. She twisted over and fell heavily on her back – her head hitting soundly against the basement floor. The pain rang throughout her skull and body. Her head ached from the splintering force – her body racked with a pain so pervasive as to be numbing. She moaned loudly, writhing in tortured agony.

  “Rachel! Rachel are you alright? Rachel, answer me!”

  There was that awful voice. The one that deprived her of more pleasure. Then a hand on her bared shoulder that began roughly jostling her. She felt her breasts undulating from the motion. The naked skin of her hips reacted to the cold stone beneath her. Why didn’t he move his hand in between her legs? It’s where she wanted it. She wanted to reach out and place it there, but her arms were pinned to her side. She needed to tell him. She needed him to do it before the dream was over and ….

  “Peter,” she softly whispered. She tried again to reach for his hand. She couldn’t. She couldn’t move. Had she been paralyzed from the fall? She didn’t know – she didn’t care. She only wanted him on top of her – underneath her – blanketing her in passion. She wanted to be rubbed raw … until the skin of her vagina was entirely removed. She wanted …

  “Peter? It’s Jake. Rachel, it’s Jake!”

  Jake? Why had she said Peter? Who was Peter? She didn’t know. She only knew she was awake and not in that delicious dream where all reality had been stripped away. She struggled to open her eyes. She quickly brought her hand up and shielded them from the blare of sunlight shining down through the transom window. She was disoriented and her vision blurred from what? From the light and the headache and … She moved her hand to her throat. To the spot he had kissed her. It hurt – throbbed from the place his teeth had pierced.

  She saw the face of Jake Monroe. He was kneeling next to her. She had to cover herself. She had to. She didn’t want him to see the breasts that had been kissed and licked by the tongue of her lover. She didn’t want him to see her glossy pubic hair and her sleek, milk-white legs spread out on the cold ground. She only wanted the man in her dream to see them. Her hips writhed, feeling only open air and the security of the ground beneath them. It’s not what she wanted. She wanted him. Where the hell was he?

  “Rachel, what the hell happened? Rachel, answer me!”

  Oh, fuck! Jake! She’d forgotten about him. She couldn’t let Jake see her like this. Her hands grabbed at her breasts. They seemed covered by cloth, but how? She made a desperate grab for the sides of her shirt, but her shirt wasn’t open. It felt as if it were there, magically in place. Buttoned and shielding her flesh from sight. It couldn’t be and yet … She ran her hand along the front of her, slowly lowering her open eyes. It was true. Even her jacket, the one that she’d let fall through space, had returned. She lifted her head a few inches from the floor. The action was injurious to her aching head. It felt as if it would split open from pressure. She brought her elbows underneath her and looked down. Her skirt was demurely settled over her thighs – covering her all the way down to her knees.

  She was fully dressed. No part considered indecent was naked or exposed, but then why had she thought so? What was the truth? She felt so confused. She didn’t understand what was going on. She’d crashed through the ceiling, hadn’t she? That’s why she was laying on the floor, but that was impossible. If she’d fallen from the sky, she’d be dead. Her head hurt so much. There was a steady, unpleasant pulsing against her temples.

  “Oooooh,” she moaned touching them – feeling the beating against her fingertips. It was a dream – a dream that was over. She was here with Jake. What had prompted such a dream? She didn’t know. She suddenly felt very ashamed. Dirty and used, and yet … there was a part of her that longed to have that dream repeated.

  “Rachel! Jesus Christ, what happened?”

  It was Rex Inwood, one of the exhibitors. He’d rushed in – stopping short when he saw her. He stood to the side of Jake.

  “For Christ’s sakes, let’s call for a doctor! She looks hurt!”

  Jake raised his hand stilling him.

  “We don’t even know what happened yet.”

  “What difference does it make? She’s on the floor!”

  Jake turned to Rachel.

  “Rachel, do you need a doctor?”

  Rachel looked up at Jake and then at Rex. Their faces looked blurred at first, but eventually came into focus. She was looking through that camera again – the one that had trouble focusing. The first thing she noticed was the concern. Rex’s face was covered in that expression, but Jake? Jake only looked irritated that Rachel was taking up a small, minute portion of his day.

  She considered Jake’s question. She felt that ache in her throat again. Her hand slipped under her long dark hair. She felt the wound. Her head was spinning. If it had all been a dream, why was there a wound on her throat? Why? It felt sticky to the touch. As if it might still be bleeding.

  She slowly sat up – turning herself to the side – facing away from prying eyes that would be curious. She reached for the shawl laying next to her. She wrapped it around her shoulders – taking care to lift her hair over it first. She had to make sure any marks or obvious bleeding stayed hidden until she found out what the hell was going on.

  “Rachel, why are you doing that?” Rex asked rushing over to her other side.

  Her eyes lifted. She peered into his puffy, pasty face. She’d always had a deep affection for Rex. He was the ultimate couch potato and so easy to work with. For although he understood the value of the precious artifacts that he took care of and displayed, he innately knew that people came first. That his co-workers were the ultimate, invaluable art treasures since they were impossible to replace.

  He reached out and awkwardly put his hand on her upper arm. She wondered if he’d ever gotten up the nerve to ask a girl out. He must have as he was almost thirty. She wondered why she’d never tried to pursue a relationship with him – outside the bounds of work. It would have been nice to get to know him. He was so sweet and kind – chivalrous. She had the urge to ask him if he’d ever had a girlfriend – a real girlfriend. Not just a friend with privileges.

  “I’m trying to get up. I’ll be fine.”

  “Are you sure? Could be you have a concussion or something. Did she slip?” he asked Jake, his soft, mud-colored eyes never leaving Rachel’s dark blue ones. He’d never noticed that they held a hint of purple.

  “I don’t know. I just came here to check on the shipment and found her on the ground so I …”

  “What?” he said now taking his eyes off of Rachel so he could throw a look of complete contempt Jake’s way. “And you didn’t call someone? She could have been here all night, you stupid bastard!”

  Rachel felt a small smile stretch across her lips. She lowered her chin so that Jake wouldn’t see it. Even that simple movement hurt like hell.

  She was having trouble steadying herself. Her body felt drugged. Her throat was throbbing – just like her vagina. It felt as though she’d been sexually ravaged, only she couldn’t have been. Her clothing was in place. Just her neck was wounded. She must have fallen asleep and had a dream. Everything was so confused.

  “Rachel, are you sure you’re alright?” Rex asked. An ever increasing concern lined his smooth face with a kind of ferocity.

  “Yes, I think so. Just a little wobbly.”

  “Did you fall?”

  “Or faint?” Jake
coldly added. His voice was level with no emotion. He might as well have been discussing the color of paint used on the walls.

  Rachel thought about what he said. It hadn’t even occurred to her that she might have fainted. Fainted and hit her head. It would account for the pain she was feeling.

  “I don’t remember,” she said placing her right arm underneath her and pressing down on the floor. “Rex, could you please help me?”

  “Are you sure?” he asked nervously. He wasn’t the kind to take unnecessary chances. Rachel softly nodded.

  “But if you hit your head – or injured something – it might not be a good idea for you to be moved.” He turned, addressing Jake, “Look, I think we need to call 911 and not rely on whether she thinks …”