“Although I regret we cannot take back the pain that has been caused by this proceeding, I find that, in light of the fact that you did everything in your power to protect your fated female from her attacker, this homicide is justified.” When the shouts from the opposite side of the room died down, he continued. “I want to say we do not condone violence. This is never the solution to any problem, as I’m sure this illustrates. We should always seek to find another way. I am not sure in this case, though, it could be avoided. Marcus Monteleone, you are exonerated and are free to go.”
Shouts of joy rang through the room. Marcus’s family descended upon him. He was wet with tears, covered in lipstick, jostled with hugs and slaps on the back. His hair came untied and hung loose around his face. Anne stood back, but could see his eyes scanned above the crowd.
“Anne? Anne? I want to see Anne.”
Anne pushed her way through the crowd, who took no notice of her. She wedged herself between body after body until at last she broke through to the front of the circle of well-wishers surrounding him, and ran into his arms.
“At last. Forever and forever. We have forever now.”
She had no words and no tears left. She collapsed into the chest of the man who loved her with the intensity she loved him.
Chapter 26
They walked down the rows of green fruit that hung below slender vines. Anne looked out the Dry Creek Valley to the vineyards on the flats below, Marcus’s warm hand in hers. The green view took her breath away. She watched the vines grow in front of her eyes, the liquid from their fruit like the blood she and Marcus lived on. This place was her sanctuary. Her mortal life had ended on a cobblestone street so far away, but her new life had begun right here, at the place where Marcus had laid the blanket down when she tasted him for the first time. The time she’d felt the fating. And here again, her new life was starting again as she watched Marcus lay down the same blanket, stretch out the long lean length of his body, and call to her with his eyes.
Anne wore a peasant skirt and white top she had seen once on a gypsy dancer in Spain. It was comfortable in her present condition. Her enlarged belly needed room. She gave herself many lacy petticoats for Marcus to get lost in on his quest for her opening. They mussed his hair as he explored. He took his time, though, catching on the rhythm of the game, peeling back one layer at a time, as he brought her closer and closer to the familiar core of her passion.
She had decided not to make him work too hard and had not worn panties. When he found this, he dipped his tongue into the pool of her sex and, looking up to her eyes, whispered, “Thank you.”
Licking the sensitive fold next to the lips of her sex, he whispered a question he didn’t need to ask. The way she was splayed out for him should have told him the answer, but she loved hearing him beg for her anyway. She loved that he respected her body. Though he had the keys to every door in her heart and soul, he would always ask permission, never take what was not freely given.
“May I taste?”
“Please. You can have any part of me you wish to devour. Every part but the child I am carrying.”
He licked her again with a warm tongue, his touch, vibrating over her white skin as if to calm her flesh and prepare it for the bite. The punctures through her skin stung and then dulled into a sensual glow that radiated out from it, making the lips of her sex quiver and release its juice. Marcus suckled her blood, and then suckled the juice of her passion.
He was whispering secrets again to his child, to the womb inside her, making the child strong. He could hear his son’s strong heartbeat. The sound of his father’s voice quickened it, along with his mother’s.
Marcus raised himself up to take Anne’s lips that she parted for him. He moaned and gave her his hot breath.
“I am yours. Forever.” Marcus bit her earlobe.
“Yes, my love. And every cell in my body belongs to you.”
Long male fingers inched their way under her blouse, stopping only to squeeze the taut nipples and warm flesh of her breasts. He delicately raised the white blouse off her and sighed at the new red satin and lace bra he’d bought her. She knew he liked it when she dressed inappropriately for him. She even liked doing it in public, making his pants tent in front of lots of people, making him nail her in his mind against any available wall. She wanted to always have this effect on him, and she knew she would.
“Are you going to punish me for not wearing the matching panties you bought me?”
“Under the circumstances, this is a violation that deserves punishment, don’t you think?” He kissed her neck, then followed his lips with exploring fingers up and down her pulsing vein.
“I am truly sorry for my sins. But I fear the punishment will bring me too much pleasure.” She liked that he smiled and showed his white teeth, the tips of his fangs.
“Then you have no choice but to bring the executioner of this punishment into your body and show him. To be truly punished, he needs to know all things about you to exact his measure.”
“I hope his measure is lost inside me and never wants to return to his body again.”
“Ah, but only for the delicious bridle of it until it is free to exact its punishment again. The yearning is delicious.”
Anne loved the whispers they gave each other. She looked at the vines surrounding them. They knew. The grapes knew. They were indeed witnesses to their love for each other. Marcus’s maleness was so strong he could exact juice from the grapes at her sides. Everything in the world deferred to him.
She sat up, then helped him off with his shirt. She kissed his chest, working her tongue over his nipples. She bit him gently and took a drop. Her tongue wanted more. Her mouth ached for him as her sex dripped for him.
She unbuckled his jeans and helped slide them down his long legs. His erection was fully red and glistened in its velvet goodness in the afternoon sun. Anne covered him with her lips, working her tongue over his head, letting the warm shaft bulge further and throb for her.
One knee grazed his thigh. She dipped her sex and rubbed herself up and down on his flesh as she leaned into his chest and sucked on a nipple. Her round belly pressed against him and she watched his pleasure as she rubbed their offspring against his tanned abdomen. Then her knee reached over his other thigh so that her wet sex hung over his balls, his erection pressed against her and lost in her petticoats. She raised the lacy fabric so his cock could find its home, then looked at his dark eyes as she raised herself up. She set herself down upon his shaft in one long motion as his hands gently massaged her belly.
“Ah, this is how it is done, my son. This is how your fated female will make you feel,” Marcus whispered, and then looked at his wife.
There were no words for how Anne felt. His shaft thrust from below into her belly, reaching to touch all of her insides, seeking to create pleasure wherever it pressed. His cock was demanding and hard. She would remember this mating for centuries, this sunny summer day when she was large with his male child. Full circle in a life that started out mortal and became immortal, and in time, legendary.
Anne’s muscles began to twitch as she lowered herself down to his neck and claimed him in her orgasm. He did the same, claiming her with a new strength and urgency to shoot his seed she had not felt before. They were life force for each other as their bodies tangled in the mating where there wouldn’t be satisfaction, but a growing need for each other and the love they shared. They would bloom together. Not grow old. They would just grow.
And they would drink the wine of their love forever.
The End
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Table of Contents
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
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