I rolled over carefully, wincing slightly at my aching muscles and a feeling of tenderness in my ass from Fabian’s invasion there earlier. Despite the size of him, he’d fit and it had been mind blowing, amazing and far better than I could have ever expected. It was nothing like the first time I’d had anal sex. Fabian had been patient, gentle and tender with me, but despite the care he’d taken, I was sore, and for the first time I almost wished he could feed me some of his blood to fix the discomfort left from him taking me up the ass.
I propped myself on my hand and watched Fabian sleep. He looked peaceful, relaxed, the only time he did look that way in fact. His hair fell over his forehead, some strands tangled in lashes that were far too long for a man. What did a man need lashes that long for? It seemed so unfair.
Carefully I reached out and placed just one finger on his chest, tracing a path through the fine scattering of hair before heading south to where it narrowed to a strip down his stomach. I trailed my finger along his happy trail only pausing when I reached where the hair disappeared under the sheet that covered him from my view.
I’d always wondered why they called it a happy trail, given what was at the end of it didn’t always make a girl happy, but in Fabian’s case it should have been the ‘stuff of dreams’ trail. A girl really did find a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow but with him it was a metal rod that was better than gold. Basically following his happy trail led to nirvana. Nirvana to me was represented by Fabian’s cock, his piercing and what the man could do with it. He was like the ultimate drug, addictive and no matter how many times I had him, I always wanted more.
Out of the few sexual partners I’d had and there hadn’t been many, Fabian was the first one I had who was pierced, and the only one so well hung for that matter. The man was amazing, he knew what he was doing which of course had me wondering how many sexual partners he’d had, and given his age that could literally be hundreds, probably thousands. I also wondered when he’d been pierced and what had possessed him to get a piercing there. It must have hurt like hell.
While I mused over his life before I’d known him and how many women it had taken for him to be as sexually adept as he was, I inched the sheet down lower, revealing more and more of his happy trail until it flared out thicker for the hair surrounding his cock.
I noticed the sheet was moving, lifting and I felt a rush of heat between my legs. Damn, he was getting hard and that was all it took to have me wanting him despite being sore. How could he do this to me? I was a fool for teasing him and tempting myself to want to take this to its natural conclusion, but suddenly I did, regardless of the pain later. I could always try a healing spell on myself.
I pushed the sheet off him and watched his cock slap him lightly on the stomach when it sprang free, once I’d uncovered it.
Bending forward, I licked my way up his length before wrapping my lips around the head and sucking him deep into my mouth. I could feel the metal hitting my teeth as I worked him in and out between my lips, flicking my tongue into the little slit in the tip, circling it, before licking my way back down him again.
Fabian’s body tensed under me and I heard the rasp of his breath which was a dead giveaway to me that he was awake. I lifted my head and turned to meet his gaze. No matter how many times I stared into those pale blue/grey eyes of his, I was always affected by them.
“I hope you’re going to follow through now you’ve woken me and got me wanting you my beauty.” His voice was a sexy mix of sleep and desire, and I felt another rush of heat between my legs. Fuck this man had the ability to have me needy and wanting him with just one look or a few softly spoken words.
“Oh I don’t know.” I tilted my head and pretended to ponder his question. “Are you going to make it worth my while?”
He grabbed me, taking me by surprise as he hauled me across his chest until I was lying on top of him. He reached down and grabbed his cock in one hand as he thrust up, pressing his erection into my stomach. “I don’t know Sirene. Why don’t you try sitting on this and I’ll see what I can do. Trust me; I’ll put every effort into making it worth your while.” He ground out as he watched me through eyes narrowed to just slits.
I grinned, sitting up, before slowly sliding down his body, hearing him groan when I left a trail of moisture on his skin from my pussy. I felt like I was always wet for him. As soon as I got anywhere near him, I was ready for him.
Once I was positioned over him, I knocked his hand aside, grasping his shaft at the base and held it against my opening. Slowly I lowered myself, taking him into my body, feeling him working his way inside me, parting me, opening me to him, that piercing reminding me of its presence through every delicious inch as he filled me.
I gasped, throwing my head back as I finally settled on him, feeling him deep, so damned deep in me that it felt like he was trying to gain entry to my womb. I could feel his cock jerking slightly in time to the beats of his heart as it sat buried in me and my body responded by clenching around him, holding him in an intimate embrace as I sat on him, not moving, simply watching him. He too watched me, his eyes burning with desire and his expression stirred an answering need in me.
“I love you my beauty.” He said softly, his hands smoothing their way over my thighs, my hips, caressing my skin almost reverently until he reached my breasts, cupping them in his palms. His touch, his fingers teasing my nipples, sparked a familiar pull inside; that need for him and I tightened around him, dragging a husky groan from his lips.
I smiled, lowering my head and kissing him, just a feather light touch since I didn’t want to deepen the kiss. I merely wanted to tease him and tempt him, with a promise of what was to come.
Pulling my lips from his, I braced my hands on him and rose up, feeling every inch of him slowly leaving me until just the head of his cock remained inside, before lowering myself again, savouring the sweetness of him filling me. Over and over I repeated the process, building up my need, bringing myself closer to my release.
When I saw Fabian’s expression I smiled. My slow, steady, inch by inch love making was not pleasing my poor ex vampire. I could see the strain on his face and the desperation in his eyes.
Again I raised myself until he was poised just inside me, but this time I slammed down, bouncing hard on his thighs and we both cried out. It was exciting, stimulating and I knew that it would not take long to bring us both to climax. I also knew I was going to be in pain after this, but somewhere along the way, my earlier discomfort was forgotten because of the overriding pleasure of having Fabian’s cock inside me.
I continued with my steady rise and fall over him, my teeth sinking into my lower lip as the pressure built up, leading me ever closer to my release. Fabian’s hands shifted to my hips encouraging me, lifting and lowering me as he increased the pace until our bodies were slapping frantically, urgently against one another.
Suddenly my orgasm hit, intense and robbing my brain of all coherent thought as I screamed, arching my back, grinding down hard on him, my inner walls tightening like a vice around his cock.
I heard my name leave Fabian’s lips. It was a husky, urgent cry, just before I felt a warmth began to fill me, as he too found his release. As he came, I watched him, the myriad of emotions that crossed his beautiful face until finally he seemed to sag into the mattress, his body settling. He lay under me, his breathing harsh, his hands sweeping up and down my legs as he stared at me through narrowed, heavy lids.
We didn’t break eye contact for what felt like a lifetime and there was no urgency to move, to do anything at all, as we simply enjoyed the closeness and intimacy of each other’s bodies. When I felt him beginning to harden in me again, I quirked an eyebrow at him and he gave me a lazy grin.
“What can I say my beauty, you make me hungry for you, I can never get enough. No matter how many times I take you, I still want you desperately.” He reached up to brush a strand of my hair back from my face and lingered, his palm cupping my cheek.
“You’
re insatiable.” I smiled and Fabian’s grin was instantly gone.
“No Sirene. I was insatiable, now I’m human, and I want you with all the desperation I can feel as a mortal, but you don’t know what insatiable feels like until you are vampire. It burns inside, it eats at you, it consumes you, sex, having sex, being as close to another as you can possibly be and feeding from that life force, that one thing that is needed to keep both human and vampire alive, now that, that is the ultimate, that is what it feels like to be insatiable. This.” He pointed to himself. “This doesn’t even come close.”
My heart sank a little at his words. He was still keen to be vampire again it seemed or at the very least, he was unhappy being human. I think it was only a matter of time before he insisted on being turned back. I wasn’t sure how I would feel if he was vampire again. Although I’d fallen in love with Fabian the vampire, now he was human, it meant we could have a real future together. We could be a normal couple, maybe marry one day, have kids but if he became vampire again, all those dreams would be gone.
“What’s going through that pretty little head of yours?” He asked drawing my attention back down to him.
I smiled, shaking my head. I didn’t want to get into this with him now. There would be time for that later, preferably when he wasn’t distracting me with his cock which was still buried inside me.
I gave a little wiggle of my ass as I sat on him and Fabian’s eyes heated. He tilted his hips, pushing harder into me and I gasped, feeling the first hint of pleasure that the movement of his cock inside me ignited. Would it always be like this? Would he always be able to make me feel this way? God I hoped so.
Slowly I began to circle my hips, grinding down on him, gyrating in a sensual, pleasurable movement, feeling his piercing grazing me, deep inside. With my hips undulating as I straddled Fabian, impaled on his cock, I lifted my hands to my breasts, cupping them, pinching and plucking at my nipples until they were hard.
My head rolled forward as if suddenly too heavy, my hair falling around me like a curtain and as my tongue came out to circle my lips, my eyes lowered to him. He was watching me, his eyes burning with an answering desire, hands moving restlessly from my hip to thigh, his palms hot against my skin.
“Fuck you my beauty, you’re killing me.” He groaned before suddenly grabbing my waist and for a moment I thought he was going to lift me off him, but he didn’t, instead flipping us around so I was under him. “I want you, but I don’t have the patience for some sweet and gentle love making. I need to fuck, and I need to fuck hard, fast and brutally. Do you think you can keep up?” He ground out and I could do little more than nod at him, while my heart began an excited hammering in my chest.
Grabbing both of my hands in one fist, he held them above my head and bracing himself with his other hand, he began to move. His expression was set, focused on a spot beyond me and I could tell he was teetering on the edge of his control, as he thrust powerfully into me. He fucked me brutally, almost savagely, possessing me, owning me, using me, as he drove not only himself, but me towards what I already knew would be another blindingly intense orgasm.
Sweat broke out on his brow and started dripping down on me but he didn’t seem to notice and I didn’t care. Feeling him on me, in me; seeing him over me, fucking me was a beautiful thing to see. He was like an animal, primitive, driven, fucking his way towards that moment of extreme bliss, that taste of paradise, the natural conclusion to sex.
Every surge of his hips, every stroke of his cock in me, drove me closer to that bliss, to paradise. He was building me up, pushing me ever closer, the pleasure rising in me and I moaned as it rapidly grew to something so intense, I feared I would not be able to handle it.
Just as my orgasm peaked, as the pleasure exploded, radiating through me, I cried out, screaming his name, sobbing, my body bucking and shuddering through something so powerful, I think I momentarily blacked out. Through a roaring sound in my ears and the thunderous sound of my heartbeat, I thought I heard something. It sounded like a door opening and closing, followed by a woman’s voice and suddenly there was a woman’s voice, close, really close; it was Fran.
I tensed, unable to control my response despite her sudden and unwanted presence in the bedroom, my body still in the grip of what had been another unbelievable orgasm. When I could finally feel myself coming down from the sensory high Fabian had given me, I opened my eyes, meeting the dark pools of Fran’s as she smirked at me.
I waited for Fabian to order her out of the room, but although he certainly knew she was there, which he proved when his head turned to her, he didn’t stop fucking me, thrusting hard, like an animal. His face said it all. He was too caught up in his own rising pleasure to do anything else but focus on it, and it was apparent in the way he pounded into me, desperately seeking his own release. He wasn’t going to stop, despite Fran’s presence, until he’d come.
“What….the….hell….do…you…want?” He gasped at her, each word punctuated with a thrust of his hips. “You’d…better…have...a …fucking…good…excuse…for...barging…in…here...without...knocking.”
I was torn between being slightly mortified that Fran was now standing blatantly watching us fuck, and surprise that Fabian obviously had no intention of stopping despite her being in the room.
The more he fucked me, the more turned on I reluctantly became, despite our audience, until finally, with one very well aimed graze of his piercing against my particularly sensitive spot inside, I came apart again. Crying out his name, I shuddered and trembled through my release, overcome by it, but still vaguely conscious of the woman who stood watching us. I felt Fabian tense, before plunging once, twice, hard, really hard and deep into me, and with a loud guttural groan I felt his warmth filling me as he started to come.
He held me tightly, crushing me under his weight, his breath hot and panting against my neck, his heart thumping so hard I could feel it battering against my breast and the frequent twitches through his body, as he emptied all he had to give, into me. When he finally finished, he took me by surprise, suddenly pulling out of me and rolling over to lie on his back by my side. Fortunately dragging the sheet up as rolled, covering us both up from Francesca’s eyes before he glared across at her, obviously not at all embarrassed by her seeing us having sex.
I was too mortified to meet her eyes since I’d just come in front of her unlike Fabian who didn’t seem fazed at all, but then he had been vampire and they were comfortable being exhibitionists on occasion.
“What do you want Francesca? This interruption had better be worth it.” He snapped at her.
“I thought you might like to know that Nicky and Allie are back and wish to continue discussing what will happen now you are no longer vampire.”
He snorted. “I’ll be out soon, just go and tell them I won’t be long. They would do well to not get too comfortable with me being human, it’s only a temporary condition.” He waved dismissively at her. “You can leave us now Fran. Be sure to let Nick and Allegra know I will be with them shortly.”
At his words, my heart sank. Fabian’s attitude was not showing signs of changing, he wanted to be vampire again and it seemed he was not prepared to stay human for me. As hard as it was to accept, a part of me understood how he felt. He’d been vampire for around 600 years. That was a long time and he’d lived a lifestyle that he was accustomed to. He probably had little memory of what it had been like for him before becoming vampire. Obviously his sudden return to life as a human had not been an easy transition for him and despite him appearing to be ok on the surface, that’s all it was, a front, to hide what was really going on deep inside him.
What I had to ask myself was, could I spend my life with him knowing he would always have that wild, slightly unpredictable way about him? Knowing that we could never have a normal relationship that would eventually transition to marriage and kids? Then of course there was the big tester for us, the fact that I would continue to age whereas Fabian would stay young, beautifu
l, sexy and a perfect example of the male form for eternity?
“Come Sirene, we must get up now.” He climbed out of bed and stood stretching, completely at ease with his nudity.
I was far from at ease. The man was incredibly sexy and watching all those muscles of his flexing was making me wish we could spend a bit longer in bed. I wasn’t entirely done with him yet.
“I’m going for a shower, will you come with me?” He asked and I hastily scrambled out of bed to go and join him in the shower.
Fabian
Fabian was starving. Damn this need for food was starting to inconvenience him now. On blood he would get hungry, but not this painful emptiness, growling and grumbling from his stomach, making it hard for him to focus on anything else but eating.
“Do you have any food in the house?” Sirene asked and he raised an eyebrow at her, watching as she blushed.
“Of course you don’t. I’ll order pizza for us.” She pulled her phone out of her bag and put an order through to the local pizza shop.
Once the pizzas were delivered, both he and Sirene ate while the others all looked on in disgust. Fortunately the tension from yesterday seemed to be gone today so hopefully that meant that Nick and Allie would be ready to let go of their anger towards him and they would be able to reach an agreement where they didn’t try to kill each other.
“Fabian, I must go, I have to work tonight.” Sirene said quietly and he turned to her, feeling a brief burst of what felt like panic at her words. She was going to leave him alone?
“Can’t you take the night of my beauty? I need you with me.” He curled an arm around her, his lips trailing along her soft cheek.
“I’m sorry Fabian but I can’t. You’ll be ok. You aren’t alone.”
That was the problem as far as he was concerned. He would be surrounded by vampires and two of them were vampires who had every reason to hate him. He didn’t want her leaving him and he didn’t want to be left alone in a house of vampires, but he was was too proud to beg her to take the night off. He was too embarrassed to admit the thought of being alone with the vampires and not having Sirene with him, made him nervous.
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