Patience came to those who wait—at least that was what he heard. He just hoped that the wait was a short one.
His knees felt the bed in the back of the cave, and he deposited her gently on top of the covers. First he lit the lamp on the bedstead by the bed, then stripped her skirt off, revealing smooth, golden skin where a human woman would have a thatch of pubic hair. Her thighs parted naturally, showing him her other purple colored lips. His lust heightened as he thought of his groin nestling against the smooth skin, his cock deep inside her. In his mind he even saw his balls slapping against her tight little ass as he fucked.
Fighting to keep from spewing, Victor disrobed, flinging articles of clothing to the ground. Climbing onto the bed, he kneeled over the upper part of her body and stared down into her passion-filled eyes. His penis saluted her. The head was so near to her lips that he felt her warm breath caressing it. A single drop of moisture beaded out from the slit.
"Your form is most pleasing,” she said in a husky whisper. “Pale as snow, hard as the mountains, and seductive like the cool winds that flow through their canyons. You should be proud of it.” She half-rose, with her lips meeting the tip of his organ. She kissed the head, the bead of pre-cum shining there and flavoring her lips. Her fanged tongue flicked at the slit, driving his lust into a burning need. “Soft like the material of my slit-skirt, and yet, hard like the fangs in your mouth, ready to pierce me. I think I should fear that part of you more than anything else.” She kissed his organ again. “No male of my kind before I was changed had anything like this. Theirs were more like my tongue, soft and long. It would snake its way into the female womb, buried into the flesh and thrumming, keeping it up until the seed spilled."
"Mine would not snake its way in, but will take your pussy. It will claim it, and you will forget all those other men,” said Victor with promise.
He pushed the head of his cock past her lips and into her mouth, the rest sliding in after. She sucked. Victor moaned, the sensations of her fang-laced tongue both giving pain and pleasure. He placed his hands on each side of her head and held on. His fingers stoked the tips of her pointed ears.
"I never felt anything ... oh yeah, baby, that's good, so good!” he called out, his voice rising as he threw back his head, his eyes closed in ecstasy.
Taking him deeper down her throat, she licked and sucked his shaft.
And here, he thought he would play her like an instrument! She played his cock, her tongue whipping it with a wild frenzy as she cried out.
Being a vampire, his hearing and his smelling more acute than when he had been human, he knew when her scent changed, growing sweeter as the sounds of her sucking became louder. The scent filled his nostrils and his cock stiffened; it was painful as well as pleasurable. Nearly at the edge, he yanked his penis from her soft mouth, and with a roar that echoed in the cave, lay upon her. The head of his cock pushed against her opening, and with restraint, he held off. No matter what he said earlier, he didn't want to hurt her. Ever.
She whimpered, her hands clawing at his buttocks. “Please, take me. It's been so long, I need it."
His gaze caught hers. He knew that his gleamed red with blood lust as he realized what her odor smelled sweetly of: Blood. It went to his head.
"Can we do it?” he asked. “It better be yes, for I am so close that I will fuck you anyway. I need to be inside you."
"Yes, I am sure, yes.” Her words rushed out as a long moan, almost unintelligible. He swore they sounded foreign.
Victor thrust past her feminine folds and entered her. It felt like he finally found his home. Alien warmth surrounded his ice-cold penis—wet, soft, and welcoming—encasing it in a snug grip. If he had thought her mouth was wonderful, her cunt was heaven itself. He closed his eyes, feeling everything: her, the cave, his cock, the planet. Everything seemed inter-connected. No longer was she alien, so different. They had become connected to one another. More than lovers. His nostrils widened as her virus infected blood sung to him, begging him to sink his fangs into her neck, or more so into the flesh above her breasts, drinking from there as his cock stroked her vulva.
Her laugh filled the air. “Go ahead, take it. It knows you will be my mate as of this moment, Victor. Feed, my love."
He thrust in and out, his cock filling deep into her womb and sliding out to caress her clit with the head, and repeated the movements over and over. His mouth lowered to a spot just above her left breast. The tips of his fangs grazed the flesh there, leaving a scratch. A bead of greenish blood welled up and his tongue flicked out. It tasted different from human blood, but delicious too. It went to his head, like fine wine. He could become drunk on her easily. Addicted.
The blood knew it, too. Its song filled his head, demanding him to take more. His fucking grew harder and faster.
"You taste so good,” he moaned, wanting more of the alien blood.
With a push, his fangs sunk into the flesh, the blood rushing up to meet his mouth. Fang and cock felt the erotic seduction from her blood and body. Unable to stop, the only sounds that vibrated in the air came from his frantic sucking and the wild thrusting from his cock into her pussy. The wet slaps of flesh against flesh. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't stop. Her blood filled him everywhere: head, veins and his sex, a symphony. Her moans added to the music, filling the night with an erotic pulse that buzzed between them. He began to feel strange, not like himself. But he didn't stop. He didn't want the music to stop.
Moans turned in to a scream, and when she came she arched her back off the sweat-covered sheets and blankets. Claws digging into his shoulders, she frantically molded her body against his, her legs wrapped around him. He gripped her ass cheeks and squeezed.
Feeling the pussy muscles clenching his organ in a tight vise grip, Victor came not long after, spilling cold that turned immediately hot cum into her. He shuddered and stilled, lying on her still moving form. His tongue slipped out and, using his saliva, closed the wounds above her breast. Lying there, tired, he closed his eyes for a minute and pillowed his head on her breasts. He swore he heard the beating of more than one heart beneath his ear, an erratic rhythm that started to slow down. He felt her body relax, the sounds of her legs flopping back on the mattress. She kept her arms around him, though, as if afraid to let go of him.
Opening his eyes, he rose up onto his elbows and smiled down at her.
"I know it seems too soon to say that, but drinking your blood has revealed to me everything about you—before and after the change. You and I are meant to be together. Trite as it may sound, the blood knows."
Victor climbed off the bed, and he held his hand out to help her up. Her hand tucked into his and he pulled her off the bed, her body fitting into the niche of his. They felt right together, like missing puzzle pieces that interlocked with each other.
He caressed her cheek, his hand continuing down to her neck and to her breasts. He lingered there. Taking the other hand, he slipped it down to her buttocks and cupped a cheek, squeezing it.
She kissed him. “Yes, we are meant to be together. No longer alone, and already starting a new race.” She placed his hand on her belly, looking up at him expectantly.
Something pulsed beneath the skin, something he swore came from within her womb. He withdrew his hand as if it had been burnt.
He frowned. “But there has been no known account of an Earth vampire siring, other than killing and then changing a living person. Anyway, even if it were possible, it's too soon to know. With a human, it takes a month at the very least. And, alien or not, I am sure something of the same can be said of your kind. Am I right?"
She smiled. “Ah, but drinking my blood has transformed every part of you as it did to me eons ago. And I sensed the new life growing inside me the moment your seed took hold. We made a child—a son—first of its kind."
Na'lesa slipped out of his arms and stretched. “I am hungry. Our child needs nourishment to help it develop and strengthen in my womb. He needs lifeblood. We have a dedicatio
n to preserve the start of the new species, my love."
He stood there, not sure if he should run from her, or stay. Then the infected blood sang to him in his veins and convinced him to stay, to help Na'lesa raise their son. The boy would need his father. Besides, he wanted her. With her, he would no longer be alone.
Victor bent his head down and kissed her lips, nuzzling the softness. “All that fucking has made me hungry, too.” He laughed. “Let's go hunting.” He dressed as she wrapped her skirt around her hips.
Hand in hand, they strolled to the cave entrance and paused there for a moment, staring up at the twin moons. They looked glorious in the velvet blackness, every crater revealed in their faces. The light from the moons washed over them, painting them both in harlequin shadows and light.
Victor raised Na'lesa's hand to his lips and kissed it. It was then he noticed he no longer had fangs jutting from his gums, but now had a fang-laced tongue. The points pricked her skin sharply. It slipped out and tested the air, searching for blood. An odor rushed to him, all coming from the human town.
He had been transformed.
His hunger grew.
"Hunt, my love, and then come back here for more delights in my arms."
They walked out of the cave and merged with the shadows of the alien landscape, becoming one with the night.
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Weeks later
Na'lesa felt the youngling leave her birth canal. Victor watched with both shock and awe as the tiny form—encased in a shiny, green cocoon—kicked out with both possibly feet and hands. Something thrust through the thin membrane, ripping it. It was a miniature version of the tongue he and Na'lesa had. Following closely behind was a tiny, bald head with sharp, delicate cat-like ears. Large, heather-purple eyes stared up at him with interest.
Victor took his naked son, covered in green blood goop, and cleaned all the mess off the skin with his tongue. Na'lesa joined him and before long the baby was clean.
Na'lesa sliced a small slit in her arm and fed the blood to their child. The baby drank noisily and eagerly.
Na'lesa smiled up at her mate. “It won't be long before our son can join us on the hunt."
Victor smiled back and rubbed a hand over his bald pate.
Eternity has never been so full of crimson promise.
About the Author
Sapphire Phelan is an author of published erotic and sweet paranormal, fantasy, and science fiction romance. She lives in Chesterfield, Virginia with her husband and their two cats, Ripley and Bast. You can find out more about her at her website: FantasticDreams.50megs.com and MySpace at www.myspace.com/SapphirePhelan. Or join her newsletter at groups.yahoo.com/group/sapphirePhelansParanormalNewsletter.
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