Cherishing Destiny (A Dangerous Destiny)

by Blakely, Noelle

  In the light of the candle flame, Sara could see little shimmers all around the room. Every jar on the shelves was reflecting just a little light making all of the walls sparkle. Alex spread the blanket on the dirt floor and taking her hand, lowered her to sit on it. He sat across from her.

  “Will this hurt?” she asked him.

  “Just a little bit, but you will like it anyway,” he answered. He reached out and took both of her hands in his. “Ask all of your questions, little dove. I will answer you honestly.”

  “Hmmm. It’s funny, but sometimes Aurora calls me, little dove.” She was still trying to get over her nerves so that she could ask him the things she actually wanted to know.

  “Aurora and I are a lot alike in many ways, and we share many of the same expressions,” he said, turning his palms up and looking at her small hands inside of his big, strong ones. “You are like a little bird that I could hold in one hand. I stroke your feathers as gently as I can, but you are still frightened. I hear the flutter of your little heart beating so fast...” His voice trailed off, and he was holding both of her wrists together in one of his hands. With his other hand, he was pushing back the strands of her long brown hair that had fallen over her cheek.

  She looked up at his face, and he seemed kind of far away. He was holding her wrists together so firmly that she did get just a little scared, feeling helpless in his grip that had become almost painfully tight. Her heart did feel a bit fluttery and was beating fast. Her soft brown eyes grew huge and round. She didn’t truly want to be afraid, but at the same time the fear was thrilling her.

  Alex pulled himself back to the present and noticed the fear in her eyes, but he could also smell the excitement in the tiny beads of sweat that were starting to make her wrists feel damp in his hand. “Don’t be afraid, little dove. I won’t hurt you… unless you want me to.”

  His words sent a little chill down her spine and made her hardening nipples tingle at the same time. She wondered about the women who wanted him to hurt them. She was surprised to find that she was actually curious to know what he did to them. It was clear that he had experience in this area. From his tone, she knew that he had not been joking with her. It was a sincere offer to give her pain if she desired it.

  Alex took her silence for discomfort. She was a young woman, and he had probably scared her too much. He let go of her wrists.

  In her mind, Sara moaned with disappointment when he released her, but she was too embarrassed to tell him that the tiny taste of bondage had excited her.

  Alex knew she was aroused, but he also knew that she was not ready for him in that way. He took a different tack and started again.

  “You know, of course, that we don’t have to do anything other than pass the blood if you are uncomfortable,” he said reassuringly.

  “Doesn’t it bother you? About Aurora, I mean. Isn’t it like cheating?” She was feeling pangs of guilt herself.

  He laughed softly. “This is what makes you human, and me, Vampire,” he said. “This is not infidelity or cheating, this is feeding. We must feed our bodies with blood, but almost as important, we must also slake our lust. It is a need. We won’t die for the lack of it, but our lives are built around the thirst and desire and we are always seeking to quell both.” Alex could see Sara’s eyes light up with piqued interest when he spoke of lust and desire, so he continued. “I love Aurora with all of my heart and, for that reason, I will never make love to anyone else. Not because it would be cheating, but because it is the ultimate expression of my love and I love only her. Aurora has asked me to please you. I will not make love to you, little dove, but if you wish me to give you pleasure (or pain, he added) you will not care about that, I promise you.”

  Sara’s breath caught when he finished speaking. His words were making her hot and damp; even his voice was dripping with sex. She pushed a little closer to him and took his strong hands in her small ones. Just the size of them, the size of him was a turn on. She made the decision to take him up on his offer, and she looked into his eyes with naked lust in her own. “Would you hold my arms again?” she requested shyly.

  A red glow formed in his eyes as his own lust awakened. She had asked so sweetly for her bondage that he hardened instantly with the thought. He leaned so close to her that the breath from their slightly parted lips intermingled. He reached around behind her and pulled the zipper down the back of her dress until he reached the lacy top edge of her panties. The top of her dress fell open to slide down and expose most of her smooth shoulders. He pushed the fabric further down her arms until she pulled them free of the sleeves.

  Her bosom was just a little too large for her petite frame and the bra she wore was a little too small. Her breasts were pushing out over the top of the inadequate lacy cups. He caught her arms as she shed the dress from them, and pulled them behind her. When they crossed at the wrist in the small of her back, he grasped both tiny wrists in one hand and gripped them tightly as she requested.

  The position she was in, caused her back to arch slightly, pushing her breasts even harder against the tiny undergarment. Alex looked at the straining bosom and wanted to bite into the milky swell of her soft flesh, but she was too small for him to reach her neck in this position. He used his free hand to slide under her shapely bottom and lifted her onto his lap as he was kneeling and sitting back on his ankles. Now, he would be able to put his lips on her silky skin. He pressed his mouth to her throat and felt her racing pulse under his dry kiss. His lips parted, and he let his tongue play over the artery there. His fangs pushed into place, and he let the sharp tips drag across her neck lightly while his tongue tasted her excitement.

  He let his lips trail down to where the undersized bra was digging into the breasts that wanted to burst from their prison. It looked a little painful, and he pulled out the fabric just enough to confirm that there were angry red lines crossing her flesh where it strained against the edge of the material. He paused to listen to her beating heart, wanting to make sure he didn’t go too far with the excited novice.

  “May I take this a little further?” he whispered in her ear.

  “Yes, I want you to make me squirm.” Her voice was husky with desire. Her words made his already stiff member jump a little.

  “Give me a safe word,” he said nuzzling her neck again.

  “I don’t understand.” Her brow wrinkled in confusion.

  “Oh, my innocent little dove,” he sighed. “I want you to tell me a word that you will not forget. If you ever feel in danger or if the pain becomes too great, you must say this word so that I know you truly want me to stop. Otherwise, little dove, you can beg me as much as you desire, but I will ignore your pleas.”

  “My word is destiny,” she said without hesitation.

  “Destiny.” He repeated it back to her.

  “That’s a good word,” he said, running the tip of his finger across the crevice the bra was digging into her breasts.

  Suddenly he yanked the lacy fabric down. The straps dug into her shoulders when he did it, and she cried out a little, but her breasts burst free with the angry red line showing prominently about a half inch above her nipples. One pain and one relief, it was a little exhilarating. He leaned over and took one of the exposed pink tips into his mouth, biting just a bit. She gasped, and her nipple grew hard between his teeth. He flicked his tongue over the tip but did not relax the gentle bite. He did this until she moaned softly in pleasure and then he bit her harder. She sucked air through her teeth in a hiss, but she did not call for him to stop. He closed his lips around the puckered tip and sucked the stiff little bullet hard. He pulled away slowly bringing the trapped nipple with him until her breast was pulling into a pointed rocket. She tried to lean forward to relieve just a little of the pressure, and he immediately yanked back on her wrists that he still gripped tightly behind her back. This arched her back, pointing her breasts straight out and up. The nipple in his mouth was pulled as taut as he dared and he slowly began to release the pressur
e of his bite. He continued to suck hard and then pulled away until the throbbing pebble slid from his lips with an audible pop She hadn’t realized how shallow she had been breathing, nearly holding her breath, and she pulled air into her lungs deeply. This presented her other nipple to him, and he snatched it and repeated the entire exorcise in almost identical fashion. She was mewling softly now, but still not begging and she hadn’t even thought of calling for safety. She no longer noticed the pain in her shoulders from the bra straps. Her nipples were poking straight out and were both red and throbbing. She had never experienced pain like this, and she was confused at how good it was. She was fully aroused, and her panties were sopping.

  Alex let go of Sara’s wrists and pulled off his t-shirt. She started to touch his rock hard chest, but he lifted her off of his lap, spun her around and tied his t-shirt over her eyes.

  He maneuvered her until he had removed the dress and panties and finally he removed the offending bra. She was naked on her knees with only a blindfold on. She heard him sliding his own clothes off and then suddenly there was only silence. She began to wonder where he was and where he would touch her first. The anxiety became palpable. She started to think he left her in the cellar, and she groped around her.

  He let her grope around with her hands for just long enough to make her unprepared to find him and then he stepped up close to her within a foot in front of her face. Suddenly she was groping muscled thighs and narrow hips and right in front of her face was the largest, rod straight erection she had ever seen, or not actually seen in this case. She used both hands to explore the length. Her two fists on top of each other didn’t even begin to envelop the entire length of him. Her small hands could not wrap all the way around the girth either.

  He wasn’t touching her back, and she wasn’t quite sure what he wanted from her. She leaned forward and ran her tongue up the length of his hard cock until she reached the opening at the tip and lapped the droplet of dew she found there. He tasted like blood, she thought. She took the head into her mouth and found that just that portion of him nearly filled her entire mouth. She played with the soft tip using a gentle suction and then flicked her tongue over the prominent ridge around his head. One hand gripped the base of his cock firmly, and the other lightly cupped the tight, drawn up, package beneath. She relaxed into the familiar intimacy of this kind of sex play, but he was not prepared to let her get too comfortable just yet.

  He reached out and gripped her hair, close to her scalp, at the back of her head and yanked her off of his achingly stiff rod. She fell back on her ass with a sharp cry and instinctively grabbed the wrist of his hand that was in her hair. He pulled back until her nose was pointed to the ceiling exposing her angled neck fully. He dropped to his knees before her and rubbed his face all over her vulnerable throat. He held his mouth against her racing pulse, breathing in the scent of her rushing blood and then he sank his fangs into the throbbing vein beneath his lips.

  The stories she’d heard about Vampire bites were true. She felt euphoric. The bite had been a very quick stab of pain and then bliss. The hand in her hair had dislodged the improvised blindfold and her eyes flew open wide as her blood flowed into his mouth. He did not drink from her for long, and she watched as he bit the tip of his own finger and felt him rub the welling blood on her wounds. She closed her eyes and basked in the sensations.

  Alex only needed a little blood and Sara was so small that he was afraid to go too far. He closed her wounds, but although they stopped bleeding immediately, they were healing slower than was usual. He made a mental note to talk with Aurora about it.

  He thought about Aurora. She wanted him to please Sara. He looked down at the little woman in front of him, and he wanted to please her too, not just for Aurora, but for his sake and Sara’s, as well. She was very sweet, and he was discovering that she had a little dark side. He liked it. As polite and mannered as Vampires had become, they were still violent thrill seekers underneath. It had been a long time since anyone, except Aurora on occasion, wanted him to give them glorious pain.

  He touched Sara’s face gently and waited for some of the blood drunkenness to wear off. If she wanted to enjoy the play, she would need to come back a little from the bliss she was currently enjoying. He absently touched her soft skin while he waited. It wasn’t long before her breath started coming faster again.

  “Sara,” he called to her, and she acknowledged. That’s a good sign, he thought. “What’s your safe word?”

  “Destiny,” she replied immediately, with only a little slurring. “Are you going to make me beg, now?”

  “Of course I will, my little dove.”

  He spent approximately another hour playing little games of pain and ecstasy all over her trembling body. In the end, she had cried out many times and definitely squirmed, but she never did beg him to stop and she never used her safe word. Her tolerance inflamed his Vampire cruelty, exciting him immensely, but he knew he should save any rougher play for a more appropriate time.

  As they were getting dressed, he stood behind her, zipping up her dress and he put his lips to her ear and whispered softly. “Will you let me touch this part of you again?”

  She knew he wasn’t talking about her ear. The thought of being with him again, made her feel flushed and aroused all over and she just nodded without speaking.

  They ran back to the barn in a rain storm, remembering to grab some jars of fruit to bring with them. She was famished, but it was so late when they returned that Ryan was already sleeping, and she did not want to wake him to eat.

  Aurora was also lying quietly in the loft with her eyes closed, but Alex could tell that she was not asleep. He lay down next to her and put his arms around her. She smiled faintly without opening her eyes as she could sense his satisfaction and pleasant mood. It made her truly happy to know that he had honored her wishes with regard to Sara, and she was mildly surprised at how well Sara seemed to have pleased Alex. Sara was definitely getting more fascinating by the day.

  Sixteen

  In the morning, Sara woke alone in the loft. She could hear the others, so she was not concerned. It sounded as if Aurora was moving things around below in the barn. Probably packing, Sara thought. She knew they were planning to leave soon. She could hear the horses outside the barn in the yard and from their low voices, she knew that Ryan and Alex were out there with them. Hearing his voice made her think of Alex and their evening together. She was still sore in many places, but the afterglow had not entirely left her yet. She was so exhausted by the time she climbed up into the loft the night before that she barely remembered laying down to sleep. She had a vague recollection of seeing Alex holding Aurora and a couple of feet on Aurora’s other side, Ryan was sleeping soundly. Ryan was on one edge of the blankets, and Alex was on the other, so she settled in the small space between Aurora and Ryan and fell into a dreamless slumber. She thought she might have stirred a couple of times in the night, perhaps trying to ease some of her soreness because she had a faint recollection of snuggling against Ryan and then later with Aurora. She was just a little uncomfortable with the stirrings that accompanied her thoughts about each of them. She did not dwell on it, but roused herself to climb down the ladder and join the others.

  She had been correct that the men were outside with the horses. They had saddled all five and were trying to rig together some makeshift saddle bags and packs to carry as many supplies as they could. Aurora was trying to find ways to pack some of the jars in straw so that they could take some of the food with them without breaking glass.

  She handed a jar to Sara and said, “Good Morning, sleepy. Have some breakfast.”

  Sara took the jar and, with just a hint of sarcasm, exclaimed, “Oh, great! Peaches! My favorite!”

  They had discovered that peaches were the primary item on the shelves of the cellar. There were a few pickled tomatoes and jars of jams, but so far Sara had eaten mostly peaches for two days.

  Eating reminded her. “Aurora, you still nee
d to feed too.”

  “Finish your breakfast, little dove, there is plenty of time.” She went back to her packing.

  Sara ate and watched her. She tried to put a finger on what it was about Aurora that she was so drawn to. Sara liked Alex and even lusted after him. She had fantasized about him for literally years. She knew that wasn’t going to change, especially after last night. She was totally aroused thinking about their time together, but it was Aurora that she was having real feelings for.

  She thought that she was starting to understand what Aurora meant about loving her women friends over the years. Sara had never truly had any close women friends, and her budding relationship with Aurora was making her feel things that she had never experienced. She was starting to realize that she had tender feelings for the beautiful Vampire, but she did not know exactly what those feelings were or if she should let herself get too involved. She decided to take things as they came. She knew that Ryan was already angry with her for getting personal with the Vampires.

  They were almost ready to go, and Aurora still hadn’t fed. They went into a stall for a little privacy, and because they were a little rushed, Aurora drank from Sara’s wrist.

  “I promise to make it up to you next time, but we need to hurry and get on the road,” she explained.

  Sara felt the euphoria that went with a Vampire bite, but not nearly as intensely as she had the night before. Aurora explained to her that it would always be much stronger when combined with arousal and other sexual pleasures. Sara felt a mild thrill when she wondered what pleasures Aurora had in mind for next time.

  They joined the men outside and mounted the horses. The plan was to ride West to Sacandaga Lake and turn North on Hwy 30. They figured that they could make it that far on the first day and camp somewhere along the lake that night.

  Ryan made a slight alteration to Alex’s plan. He said, “I have a cache of supplies including hunting weapons in an area about 8 miles West of where we are going turn on to the highway. I will split off there and collect the supplies. I will rejoin you where you stop to camp.”