Redemption: A Custos Novel

by Emjay Soren

  “C’mon Princess.” Cash whined. She rolled her eyes and went to Tavern.

  “I never had a girlfriend who didn’t look to gain something from me. Outside of Preacher and Stupor, I don't have any friends. I want to be your friend Tavern. If you’ll let me, I think we could be besties.” And with that my sweet Cookie hugged my little Bird and kissed her on the cheek, leaving her stunned and confused.

  After the door closed I kept my eyes on Tavern slowly making my way to her. Knowing I could have her anytime I wanted had my skin crawling in anxiety. I needed to get on with it. “She means well.” I reassure her.

  I can't wait any longer to touch her.......feel her, and hope that she won’t sock me. I pull her into my chest kissing her softly on the top of her head. “You ok, Bird?”

  She nods, but makes no move to pry herself from my embrace. “She’s a nut, and probably the most girly girl I have ever met in my life, but she has a kind heart that she wears on her sleeve.”

  “You have no idea how bad her girlishness can get but you're right, she has a lot of love to give for someone who was never shown love her entire life.” My Cookie made me proud, almost like a father would be. I had passing thoughts from time to time that had my Mary lived, I’d have been honored had she turned out like my Cookie.

  “I am still keeping your shirt though. It smells like you and makes me feel safe.”

  Her words made me feel as tall as a mountain. She could wear any of my shirts if they eased her fears and made her think of me. “You can wear them all little Bird.”

  “Why do you call me that?” She asked softly, running her hands up my back making it hard to hide the boner belting me in the jeans right now.

  “It’s slang.” I run my hand down to her hip and pull her close, because I can’t not touch her any longer. I refuse to question myself or my actions and just do, just be in the moment and suffer the consequences later. “When I was a boy in Ireland, we would call a girl we fancied a Bird.”

  “You fancy me Preacher?”

  “More’n I should little Bird.”

  “Why call me little Bird?” She asks, more brazen by the minute as her hands skim the skin just under the hem of my t-shirt.

  “Because you’re bleedin’ small.”

  She laughs and I think she likes the term. I didn’t tell her that it also loosely translates to girlfriend.

  Trying to keep focus, I drop a long kiss behind her ear and then drop my hands and step back. “I need to shower before I touch you anymore Tavern.”

  “You didn’t shower yet?” She takes a deep breath and pushes her small hands in her pockets and leans against my dresser crossing her feet. She is trying to be casual per our 'arrangement', but I can smell her need. I will be making this the fastest shower in the history of Preacher.

  “No, London came down to the kitchen where Cash and I were and told us about the idea to drink from a vampire.” I could see the idea made her cringe. I figured it would considering the last time she let one feed from her she died.

  “Do you think I should drink your blood?” Holy shit! She was considering it. Bloody strong, this little Bird.

  “I think it’s worth it to try everything, but I understand if the thought freaks you out a little. Right now, I think you should do what feels easiest, and work toward drinking if the withdrawals continue to be brutal.” I didn’t tell her that drinking our blood would make the drive for sex even stronger. It didn’t last, but it intensified everything.

  She looked to the floor. “I like our plan more.”

  She just said she wants to fuck me. God give me strength to not rut on the poor girl. “It’s a good damn plan.” I laugh a little trying to lighten the intensity between us. This is truly testing my patience, but I really needed that shower. I walked to her and cupped her chin in my hand, kissing her lips softly, not allowing myself to think about the fact that this was the first time I'd kissed a woman since Emme.

  I didn’t expect her light gasp or the soft sigh she let escape from her throat. I didn’t expect my skin to ignite in white hot need. I didn’t expect the chemistry with my little Bird, but after tasting her lips I wasn’t strong enough to not come back for more. That kiss decided my fate.

  “Fuck your shower…” She sighs and grasps my neck bringing our mouths back together. Her kiss was much more demanding this time. She opened for me without pause and I took her taste in like a starved man seeking substance. She tasted like mint and sugar and woman. It had been damn near ninety years since I last kissed a woman, and I wanted to drown in her, get lost and feel these powerful effects once again.

  I crushed her body to mine and pressed my cock against her trying to get relief. I didn’t care about the shower either. I hadn’t killed, all I had done was find her and bring her home. I was free of blood and death for once.

  I had no patience or desire to stop, so I lifted her easily and felt like a God when her legs wrapped around me. I could fuck her just like this, cupping her ass in my hands and driving into her, but I took her to the bed and stubbornly broke the kiss.

  She wasted no time ripping the purple shirt off, taking her bra with it. I stood stunned as she wiggled her little body out of those skin tight jeans, watching every move she made and hoping like hell that she would let me play a bit with what lay underneath.

  “Preacher…” She panted my name snapping me from my trance. She was fully bared to me in nothing but skin, and I felt light headed from her beauty. Her legs were spread, hiding nothing from me as I kneeled before her, stunned stupid.

  “You’re the first woman I've kissed since my wife, and that was almost eighty-four years ago.”

  She watched me panting and then smiled. “How was it?”

  “Perfect Bird.”

  “Take your shirt off Preacher.”

  I got moving then, the shock passing swiftly when I felt her tiny hands trembling to get my buckle free. I looked down at myself poised between her legs, her nimble fingers dancing closely to my cock. She was sitting up with her legs splayed creating the most erotically beautiful sight.

  She pulled my cock free of the denim and cotton confining it and started stroking me. Not sure what came over me I let her and growled on every stroke.

  “Bloody hell that’s good, Bird.”

  She gifted me with her touch and a very naughty smile that held my attention. Her free hand slipped between her legs and started stroking her perfect, beautiful pussy. “Let me?” I asked, humbled by her lack of fear. I was terrified of this woman beneath me, but she touched me with a confidence I currently lacked.

  She nodded and moved her hand to mine linking our fingers. “Lay back.” I said and stood from the bed to free my jeans. She did as I said as I stood at the end of the bed looking at her amazing body and playing a million positions through my mind like the dirty bastard I was.

  I stroked my cock and watched her watching me. Her white teeth biting in to the plump pink pillow of her bottom lip. I wanted to bite her, too. I climbed on the bed and stared her down, seeing the green of the femoral vein at the crease of her thigh. I watched the slight jump in her neck as the blood rushed through her carotid. Yeah I wanted a fucking nibble for sure. “Touch yourself again.”

  She slid her hand between her legs, sliding one finger inside the wet folds. I loved how easily she submitted to me, did as I asked and trusted that it would bring her pleasure. “That’s it, open yourself up, show me your clit.”

  I groaned as she did, the wetness upon her lips shiny and soft. I knew she would taste divine. She worked the nub of her clit in circles and I couldn’t help but watch her. I was stroking myself and listening to her moans and gasps, the clicking of the wetness as she worked her pussy like I'd asked.

  I dropped hold of my dick because I was enjoying the show a little too much and beating off wasn’t helping me stay in control. I needed to be in control, it was key. I did, however, like knowing how close I was to losing control; it made me harder. I scooted up the bed until I was b
eside her. I slipped my hand between her legs and stroked her a few times. Pulling back I slipped my fingers in my mouth and tasted her for the first time. She was magnificent and I knew I had to have more of her. I wanted to devour her again and again.

  I grasped her leg closest to me at the thigh and pulled her open further. Holding her leg, I did the same with the other. Now fully exposed I dropped my face to the small nest of curls and swiped my tongue up the smooth slit stopping at her clit. I flicked my tongue back and forth until her hips were rocking against my face.

  “You taste so bleedin’ perfect.”

  “More Preacher.” She was panting, breathless and her hips were rolling to give her the friction she needed. Feeling like a sod when I knew the girl was desperate and hurting for an orgasm I went back to her clit, and began that same relenting rhythm until she was shaking.

  Knowing damn well what she needed I dropped my hold on her legs and stopped briefly. She cried out in my absence as I shifted and lay my body between her thighs. Using one hand to open her, I slipped my finger in the hole of her, God she was so wet. “More please!” She begged. Jesus, I loved when a woman begged. “More Bird? Of what, my fingers or my mouth?”

  “Fuck!” She wailed as I thrust another finger inside and hoped for control I wasn't sure I had. She was hot, searing, and so fucking tight. “Make me come, please…" She cried and I felt like a bastard for dragging it out.

  I pumped my hand inside of her and suckled her clit, popping it from my mouth, making her scream. “Come Bird. Come on my fingers so I can taste your sweet cream.”

  “Yes…yes…yes…” she chanted.

  “There it is, I feel it.” And holy fuck could I. Her cunt constricted and fluttered against my fingers. I wanted my cock inside of her doing it all over again.

  She was on her forearms watching me suck her, her neck exposed and her head finally falling back when she came. I licked her clean as her pussy wept against my tongue. I took it all and wanted more. She pulled back from me and sat up. I followed her, kneeling in front of her between her legs. She placed her hand on my chest and pressed me back.

  Climbing over my body, she covered my mouth with hers. The delicious mixture of her orgasm and the taste of her mouth had my dick kicking in protest. She kissed my jaw and down my neck, her sweet wet, pink tongue making a path down my chest. I knew where she was going and was fine with it, craved it.

  “Any protests Preacher?” I knew that most vampires weren’t into getting head from humans because of the danger factor. I was not one of those vampires.

  “Fuck no, Bird! Suck me.”

  She blinked in astonishment, not expecting my response. “You're not wierded out by it?”

  “Fuck no.” I tried leaving it at that, but she apparently wanted answers.

  “Why?” She continued stroking my cock in her tiny hand. I was a guy. It was natural to want to have a big dick. Most guys lied. I didn’t have to. I was huge, and seeing my cock in her tiny hand made me antsy and anxious wanting to be inside her. But nothing made me more nervous than her question.

  Plain and simple, my needs were dark as night.

  Chapter Twelve

  Tavern

  He was so thick and large in my hand as I stroked him. I wanted to know what he was keeping back. There was … something there. “Tell me Preacher or I stop now.”

  He cringed, “Fuck no, don’t stop.”

  “Then tell me. I can’t do this if you hide from me. We agreed to be in this for the pleasure, but I cant please you if you're hiding your desires.” I was a tad frightened I admit. Had I known him longer I might have not cared too much about his preferences, after all this was about point A going in slot B. It was basic pleasure. But here he was, this extremely compassionate vampire trying to help me, even though he gave the impression it could be at great personal cost. Still, I had only known him less than twenty-four hours and I didn’t know what he was capable of.

  “Fuck, I like that you're submissive when I want you to be, but a demanding little Bird with my dick in your hands.” He hooked a foot around my leg and spun me so that I was on my back. “I like to fuck, and when I do, I like it dirty.”

  He stroked that impressive cock above me and nudged my legs farther apart. “I like the idea of your mouth on my dick taking me deep, and knowing that I'm barely restrained. I get hard knowing that while that sweet mouth is on my dick, my control needs to be locked up tight or I could hurt you, kill you even, and that I don’t like.”

  “You like to be in control?” I ask, and he shakes his head before smashing his mouth to mine.

  “No, it’s not about control. It’s about delayed gratification. If I let you suck my dick, I'm going to enjoy it, but not like I can with a female vampire. You can be killed very easily; a simple thrust from me could break your neck. So I hold back, deny my instinct to fuck your mouth.” He swipes his thumb along my bottom lip and I am molten. “When the time comes that I get inside that sweet wet pussy all bets are off.” He palms my pussy as he speaks making sure I understand his meaning.

  “That’s fuckin’ hot.” I gasp and arch against his hand. I can’t deny there is fear there because of his words, but knowing his fear turns him on makes my own an aphrodisiac of sorts. I am fully aware that I might be insane but I don’t really care. I want him in my mouth, testing his restraint, and using my body as his outlet. I don’t need to analyze it. I trust him implicitly. I have known him less than a day, but I trust my life in his hands.

  “You like knowing what I’ll do to you?” He seems shocked.

  “I like knowing that there is more to you than meets the eye. I like knowing that what you told me is most likely a secret you keep hidden. I like knowing that though your compassionate and strong and a hero amongst heros, there's also a darker, dirtier side. I like knowing that there's a human side too, one that's gritty and needy and as fucked up as I am.”

  He didn’t wait any longer. He leaned over my face and slid his cock across the seam of my lips. “Let me in Bird.” And I did.

  His taste was powerful and masculine and awesome. He was silky smooth skin stretched upon steel. My jaw ached almost instantly from the overwhelming presence of him in my mouth. There was a momentary twinge of fear, because I knew that I was making him crazy and that his control was almost freighted. Preacher liked fear before the release and I wanted him to feel as amazing as I; so I sucked him in and released him with an audible pop. The fear subsided leaving only moist excitement.

  “Ah, little Bird you’re playing with fire.” He groaned. I did it again, only this time I lapped at the head of him, paying close attention to the smooth stripe of skin beneath the bulging cap. He thrust against my mouth while I licked and then slipped him deep again, groaning at the taste of his salty essence.

  From there I just went with his queue. I sucked him hard and fast waiting for him to pull back. His fist was tangled in the short blonde locks of my hair and I cried out each time he fisted it tighter. He fucked my mouth with a recklessness I enjoyed. I knew he would hurt himself before he would lose control and hurt me, but knowing he danced on that brink had me aching for him to be inside me.

  My eyes were watering from the force and the depth of him in my mouth. I wanted him to come, to give me everything that he held away from others. He had given me a freedom in the safety he provided, I wanted to give him the same. He pulled himself from my mouth and gripped his cock at the base. “Lay back.” He demanded. I didn’t know what he had planned, but I wasn’t done. I wanted to finish the job I'd started.

  “No, I want you to finish.” I placed my hand over his and he stared me down, eyes on my mouth he was fighting some internal battle between his needs and my wants.

  “Have you not been listening?” He hissed angrily, his fangs punching down and showing me the monster in the man. I wasn’t afraid though. I wanted him even more because I knew he was losing control. I didn’t have a death wish by any means; I had a point to prove to Preacher.

 
“You won’t hurt me. You have been using incredible restraint with me, and you need to see that I want this, that it’s okay to be a little twisted with me. I like that you’re a wreck.”

  I didn’t wait for his response. I squeezed his hand in mine and began a fast rhythm over his cock that had him thrusting in seconds. I dropped my mouth over the head and tongued the slit at the top and Preacher went insane.

  “Deep baby…” He choked. I swallowed as much of his length as I could before he erupted in my mouth, claiming such a basic part of my body. Then he began thrusting. He knocked my hand off his shaft and let my lips stroke him as he pumped. I swallowed all he gave me, holding on to his hips as he stroked, stroked, stroked.

  When he had seeped the last of himself inside me he pulled back and cursed, jumping back from the bed he began pacing. He had his hands buried in that golden hair as he moved back and forth, his cock still erect and wanting more of me.

  Good, because I wasn’t even close to done.

  “Preacher......." I wanted to tell him it was ok, but the look he gave me said 'shut the fuck up'. I watched in stunned silence as he paced the room, back and forth, his lithe body molded by muscle and strength. The space around him was steeped in aggravation.

  “What the bleedin’ hell were you thinking testin’ me like that?” He roared, and charged toward me. I didn’t yield, not to this sort of anger. He liked that I wasn't scared of him; it made him enjoy what we did instead of feeling the remorse he was probably used to.

  “I said I liked to test my restraint Tavern, not throw it’ote the bloody window.” It seemed when he was most emotional that accent of his curled around every word like an embrace. I loved it. I smiled at him and shook my head, rising from my knees off the bed. Standing before him I kissed his lips softly.

  “You wouldn’t have hurt me, Preacher. You were in the moment, fucking my mouth, and you still didn’t hurt me. Admit it. You liked the fear because you think it’s wrong that you like to fuck nasty and hard. You’re not afraid of hurting me, you’re afraid of liking it and wanting more”