by Zara Novak
Claire and Eric quickly fell back into their old routine. Once they were reunited, they didn’t part for several days. Day melded into night, and night faded into day, blurring together in an obscure stretch of time that seemed to ebb in both directions. They remained in Eric’s room, with the blinds kept shut, and the door bolted shut. The only disturbance came once in the morning and once at night, to deliver food for Claire and chilled vials of blood for Eric.
“I’ve missed you.” Claire gasped as his warm and full lips traced down her neck and into the line of her cleavage. Eric growled back in response while biting her flesh softly.
“I can tell.” He purred, squeezing her breast in his hand while he sucked at her nipples with his lips. Claire sank her fingers into the thick brown hair on his head, pulling him tight as his lips left sparks on her body. He rolled his hips against her as he said the taunting words, pressing the outline of his long cock against her warm and wet hollow.
They were naked minutes later, and he had carried her across to the bed. He lay her down gently at first, as if she were some delicate flower. Then when he had crawled onto the bed after her, he pulled and twisted her body around like a feral caveman, moving her into new positions as their bodies moved together in ever changing combinations. She loved it most when his hands would sink around her waist and pull her down the mattress to meet him, or when he’d place his palms on the insides of her thighs and push them apart with gentle force. Everything he did ignited fire inside her, making her body tingle with need for him.
She begged for him to take her fully, daily, yet he resisted. Claire often entertained the idea of throwing some sort of petulant fit, and thought about withholding sex from him altogether until he’d give her what she wanted, but she knew herself she wouldn’t be able to follow such torture.
They did just about everything else however, and she grew to love the sensation of his cock pulsing in and out of her ass, almost longing after it with a fevered addiction. They fucked until they both reached aching climaxes, pulled away to rest and kiss each other tenderly, and then they’d come together again, fucking in a whole new position, finding parts of each other’s body that were new and exciting.
She would straddle him, holding his thick shaft tight in her small hand as she sank down onto him, gasping as she felt the meat of his steel cleaving her tight hole in two. It gave her great pleasure in watching his face writhe and twist in ecstasy underneath her as she would roll her hips gently, sliding up and down his shaft until he could take no more.
It would be at that point that he’d fling his hands around her waist and take control of the pace, holding her still while his cock thundered in and out of her. Claire would steel one hand against her breasts and the other against her pussy, rolling her head back as she squatted over him still, her body quaking in pleasure from orgasm after orgasm.
Then there were the times when he’d be on top, his large barbarian hands around her calves, pushing them back and holding them still while he thrust inside of her long and slow. She would bite her lip, close her eyes and roll them around her skull while his hands played with her clit. He would go slow, fast, gentle, hard - always changing and always keeping her guessing until another orgasm would surely come.
And of course, there was when he was behind her, either laying together on their sides, his hand smoothing over her bulbous hips while his cock slid into her gently, or on their knees, with her whole body lurching back at every thrust, aching for him to be as deep as possible.
There were all these positions and more, as they explored one another’s bodies and brought them together in a cacophony of positions, finding new ways to bring each other pleasure all the time, cresting together in a heaping pile of sweat and love until they could take it no more. Some hours he’d simply hold one hand flat against the flesh of her sex whilst his tongue worked miracles on her, flitting in small circles or long arching strokes, building up pressure inside of her until she’d come, screaming into the quiet of the night.
They bathed together, lathering every inch of each other’s bodies completely, then rinsing it back off again with water, drying each other off then moving back to the bed and doing it all over again, until they were laying in the dark spent with their chests heaving once more.
Sometimes she’d wake him up with her mouth around his cock, sucking at him gently and slowly, until his tip would burst in an eruption of sweet salt, filling her mouth with his delicious seed.
She loved teasing him, just as much as he loved teasing her. Each session blurred into another, an orgasmic journey of bliss that never ended or began. Moments between being with Eric were simply brief reprieves from the never ending torrent of their love. Each time they’d come back together with their hunger renewed a new.
Claire had anticipated that it was just puppy love, just some mild infatuation that would cease as their time together grew longer. She suspected the desire to have him inside of her constantly would subside. If anything, the desire only heightened, and she sensed it was the same with him too. Words soon became an encumbrance, and they communicated everything they had to say with their eyes. He would stare at her with lust laden ferocity, his ruby red eyes speaking orders to her.
Open your legs - or - lift your dress up - or - fuck me, now.
They developed a wordless language with each other, and they both seemed to understand it without difficulty.
Their time together was finally broken when Eric was called to the other side of the castle on family business. He had only been gone a few hours, but when he finally returned they were on each other like lovers that had been separated for months. While Eric had been gone, Claire had put on a long floral dress, and twisted her hair into braids. Upon his return, his eyes sparkled with need.
“Oh my goodness - Claire.” Eric locked the bolt in his bedroom door and turned to face his lover. With three quick strides he was across the room with his arms around her, his lips crushing against hers, his tongue sliding into her mouth. Claire hummed in pleasure as he squeezed her in his hands, opening her legs and allowing her body to melt into his. She felt her self go wet instantly at his touch, her panties becoming soaked as he turned her around slowly.
“I missed you so much.” She whispered in the dim room, placing her hands on the dresser.
His hands gathered gentle bunches of her dress and he pulled it up slowly. Her breath shuddered as she felt the hem trace over her knees and up the outside of her thigh, until he had lifted it over her hips. His palms smoothed up and down the outsides of her creamy thighs, then he turned them in and moved up the inside, until he was cupping the damp patch of fabric between her legs. He pressed gently, sinking a fingertip into the wide line of her cunt. A second later his thumbs were hooked into the waistband of her white cotton panties, rolling them down onto the floor, leaving them twisted around her knees. Then his hands were back at her pussy, kneading her button with one hand while the other traced delicate circles up and down her tight slit.
Claire’s breath leapt from her mouth in a series of protracted groans, shaking and panting as his fingers made her cum once more. She came hard, bending down until she was bent over the dresser. Her pussy quivered in need, while her cream dripped from her lips and down the insides of her thighs. Eric pulsed two fingers in and out of her gently, drawing them up her line until he found her ass. She closed her eyes and gasped silently as he entered her there too.
She heard the sound of his other hand sliding up and down his shaft, spreading her juices over him. Her skin tingled with the strange yet familiar fire that now burned across it dimly on a daily basis. The heat had grown with each of their meetings, turning up it’s intensity at every encounter, always remaining in the background, becoming stronger and more irresistible everyday, never receding, never cooling. She groaned as the dull ache whispered over her skin, her mind screaming for his cock to be inside of her pussy, her heart yearning to feel his juices spilling into the last part of her that was a virgin to him.
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p; Heat from the round tip of his erection flared against her ass as he pushed tight against her. She smiled as she heard him breathing in excitement, his hands sinking into her flesh as he pushed inside of her.
“Yes baby…” She moaned to him. “Fill me again. Fuck me again. Take me master, take me.”
Her words spurred him on, and she cried in pleasure as the thick oak of his cock buried all the way inside of her. She bobbed her hips back and forth with a teasing rhythm that was familiar to her now. He gave her a slight spank, gliding in and out of her with ease, his base thumping gently against her ass and throbbing pussy with each slow thrust.
Within minutes their rhythm and pleasure had crested together once more. A babble of joyous groans leapt from Claire’s lips as Eric rolled his hips in and out of her, squeezing his hands into her body as he fucked her from behind.
It was then, that something new happened, something entirely unexpected. Three words leapt from Claire’s mouth in the heat of the moment. She had no idea why she said them, but she said them nonetheless.
“I love you.” She gasped. “I love you Eric. I love you, I love you, I love you.”
He didn’t stop, and he didn’t slow. There was only silence for a second, but to her it felt like a passing eternity. He replied instantly, his voice lined the tone of proud possession.
“I love you too.” He groaned, rolling his body against hers as they shared the moment for the first time. “Now and forever.”
She dropped her head back, half turned and found his lips, crushing against them until she had no breath left to give. He came hard inside of her, holding himself tight against her as he erupted, his cock flooding her body with half a dozen strings of his thick and molten love.
The sensation spurred her fire to new heights, and Claire crowed her joy across the dark room as the orgasm took over her body. He held himself against her until he was done, their lips rolling together in a passion of fire and fury.
Finally, he pulled out of her, and they fell onto the bed in a breathless pile, his arms circled around her, protecting her, holding her, nourishing her.
It took energy from Claire being with Eric, and it had taken her some time to tolerate the extreme physical demand that being with a vampire required. As they lay there in the dark panting, she held her heavy eyes open for as long as possible, staring at her lover beneath the lids of her lust filled eyes.
“It’s burning now.” She said. “More than ever. I tried to keep the fire down but I can’t keep it down anymore. When I wake I’ll need you. I’m ready for you Eric. I’m ready.”
She saw a spark in his eyes, a spark that sang acknowledgment and eager curiosity.
“I could sense it in you.” He said calmly. “I’ve been able to sense it for some time now. When you wake you’ll be in a frenzy, and there will be nothing you can do to stop yourself. There’s not much sense in asking, you will be in control when you wake.”
Claire laughed to herself as she felt the heavy sleep tugging at the last strings of her consciousness. “I thought you were the one in control? I thought I was merely the vessel that contained your lust?”
“We’re both in control.” He smiled, kissed her and twisted her lower lip gently between his teeth while his palms squeezed a handful of her ass. “But when you wake it will be completely different. Rest now, for you will need it. When you wake the burning will be unbearable, but fear not, for I will be there to answer the cry of your desire.”
“You promise?” Heat flared across her skin and Claire let out a cry of pain, feeling the last waking sensation of her full frenzy.
“I promise.” He said. “I promise.”
10. Eric
Eric woke in the night to an intense heat, burning through his veins like hellfire.
Jesus. What is this?!
He stood from the bed, staring down at his arms in the dark of the room. All of his senses seemed to burn through him, picking up every perceptible detail. He felt his blood swimming through his veins, coursing through his muscle. His eyes strained and he saw beads of sweat forming on the tiny ridges of his fingertips. His head waned and twisted with a strange spinning heat. He clutched at his temples with his finger tips, screaming through the pain. Up until now, he had forgot where he was, who he was, who he was with. It came back to him, and he spun back to the bed, his pupils like pin pricks.
“Claire? Where are you?! Claire!”
The bed was empty, and there was no sign of Claire in the room. Sound flooded back into Eric’s ears, and the temporary flare of his mating fever seemed to subside. His senses drew back, his eyesight returned to the enhanced form of vision that was normal for him. The world hissed against his eardrums until he was hearing regularly once more, he heard his own breath racing in the dark of the room. It was raining outside. A crack of thunder illuminated the valley beneath his window, casting a brief flash of white across the room. Eric saw the shadow on the wall in front of him, and he turned to the window to face his suitor.
“Ira? Is that you?”
The Victorian clad doctor stepped forward from the shadow, his face illuminated by a pale ray of moonlight. A dark smiled tugged at the corner of his thin lips. The dark shadows beneath his hollow eyes twitched, a flicker of amusement passing over his face.
“Where is Claire?!” Eric shouted. “What is happening?”
“I’m afraid your darling mate has been taken from you Eric.”
A beat of dread passed through Eric’s body, he caught his breath and tightened his fists.
“Explain yourself.” He growled. “What have you done with her?”
“It’s not so much what I’ve done with her.” Ira smiled. “It’s what I’m going to do.”
Eric cast his eyes around the room quickly, trying to get a bearing of his surroundings. Ira had been in the room and he hadn’t noticed, but that was because his senses had been impaired by his mating frenzy.
Take a deep breath and scan the room. He reminded himself.
Eric strained his ears to hear the presence of any other creature within the radius of his room. He heard the heartbeat of another, and he recognized it instantly.
“Ezra?” He said her name out loud, half confused.
“Oh you always were the smartest one Eric. Come out Ezra.”
A dim humming noise filled the room and the lights overhead turned on one by one, illuminating the darkness. Eric turned around to see Ezra gliding through the door, her eyes rolled over white. Eric realized instantly that Ezra wasn’t in control of herself, she was possessed.
“What have you done to her?” Eric hissed, spinning back to face Ira. “How are you doing this?”
“I’ve spent so many years reading, watching, waiting. Moving between the great families as an archivist, a researcher, a doctor. You were all very keen to use the resource that was my knowledge, but you never really considered me one of you. None of you did.”
“You’re wrong.” Eric spat. “You’ve been considered a member of this family for as long as I remember.”
“Exactly.” Ira spat. “And that was the problem. Ira of the Vandark, Ira of the Caravo, Ira of the Belmont. Everywhere I went I was an asset, I was a tool. One thousand years of servitude and not once was I offered my own seat, my own castle.”
“Is that what this all about?” Eric laughed. “You want a castle of your own where you can hang a crest on the wall? Parade around servants of your own?”
Ira’s faced twitched momentarily at Eric’s mocking.
“No. I want more than that, and I’ve been waiting for my chance to seize it. I don’t want a mere castle, I want the whole world. I will take control of our world, I will be a ruler of all vampire.”
“You’re a crazy bastard.” Eric hissed, “And my family will murder you before we let you attempt such a thing.”
“You can try.” Ira laughed, pacing back and forth across the room, an air of control dominating his every movement. “But you might struggle. I have control of Ezra and her fac
ulties, I have control of others within the castle too. I have chosen only the strong. I have been building the strength to use this incantation for years. Now that it’s working, nothing can stop me.”
“Playing around with magic? A dangerous thing Ira. You will be your own undoing, I guarantee it.”
“I highly doubt that Belmont. Anyway, come - I tire of talking to you of my plan. Come with me and I will put it into fruition before your very eyes.”
“What are you talking about?” Eric hissed. “Tell me what you’ve done with Claire or I’ll kill you.”
Eric jumped at Ira with his arms out, ready to grab the doctor by the neck and break it clean in two. He’d barely moved from the floor when Ira waved a hand in Ezra’s direction. Eric’s body froze midair and he felt himself suspended in a wave of ice cold fire. He strained to turn his head, and saw Ezra holding her hand out toward him. He looked back to Ira and realized what was happening. Ira was using Ezra to control the inhabitants of the castle.
“You bastard. You’re not going to get away this.”
“Of course I am. I’ve been planning it for a hundred years. All I was waiting for was a breeder, and you got her nice and ready for me. Come, let’s go up to the roof. You can watch me rape your stupid little whore, just before I throw you and your family into the river below.”
*
Using Ezra’s power, Ira dragged Eric through the hallways of the castle. Eric twisted in the air the whole while, fighting against the hijacked witch’s power. He knew that struggling was no use, and that Ezra’s hold over him would be too strong, but he fought nonetheless. They walked up the center spiral of the castle, the main pathway that led up to the roof.
“Where are we going? Why up here?”
“After I use your whore in front of you and send your family into the river below, I’ll be leaving this hellhole.” Ira chuckled, walking a few steps ahead of Eric’s position. Ezra walked at the back of the pack, her hands extended outward, keeping Eric frozen.