He rolled on top of me, yanked my underwear down over my toes, and crept up my thigh with soft kisses. As they reached the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, the throbbing inside me pulsed hard like the war drum. I groaned into his chest as he pressed my thighs gently apart with his muscular leg.
The memories and passion of our transcendental love washed through my mind and body, compounding my feelings further with every memory. I had never wanted a man to possess me as much as I did right at that moment. I had waited since who knew how many life time’s ago to be with him again.
He teased my entrance, which was more moist than it had ever been in my life. As his hips thrust slowly upward our bodies joined and our energies flow together and harmonized. Time seemed to both freeze and expand forward and backward simultaneously.
I could feel him deep inside me. My pelvis curved up to meet his desire. His dark eyes stared into mine. I recognized his woody scent which grew stronger the faster he thrust inside me. I breathed it in deeply, grabbed his ass and sunk my fingers in. He groaned and breathed faster as he made us one.
As the pleasure rippled through my body, I had another vision. I saw myself as a young woman with long blond hair. I came out of the cottage in the valley, carrying a candle. I placed it on the ground in a circle of other burning candles and stepped in the middle. I incanted words to the night sky. Then I looked up and waited. I held out my arm. It had a leather covering laced tightly around it. I heard a flapping sound and suddenly felt pressure on my arm. The hawk gripped tightly and looked at me. Then it hopped down to the ground and turned into a naked man. He came towards me. The moon light reflected off the pendant around my neck. Then his arms were around me and his lips against mine. And it felt right.
Chapter Seven
When I looked back on those days, they felt so unreal. Aside from still working in the library, a lot had changed. My parents had recently become grandparents! When I saw my baby boy on my mother’s lap, it softened my feelings for her slightly. She really loved Payce and spoiled him to the point where I felt jealous!
Payce loved being in the park. He loved to run and chase the birds, which his father found particularly amusing. But there was something he loved even more than chasing the birds. I could not get used to being that high up and I let him go with his father. My mom and I waved to them as they rode passed overhead on the Park Skyride. Payce screamed with delight as he waved down at us. He loved being up high, and started to climb up everything he could as soon as he was strong and tall enough.
I would get scared when I looked out and saw him high up in the oak tree in our back yard. Teseen would laugh. “You know you don’t need to worry!” he said.
I hadn’t realized why he had needed to find me so desperately back then. Without any children, he was the last of his kind, the hawk-shifters. And he couldn’t just be with anyone. His people and mine had a mental and physical link which allowed the genes to be passed on. And we had a long history. If Nesu had managed to kill him or me, there would have been no more hawk-shifters. I had never understood why Nesu was so desperate to end the hawk family line though.
“The hawk and fox-shifters have been at war with each for hundreds of years,” Teseen explained to me one day.
“Nesu would have been made chief of their clan if he managed to kill me,” he added, “he was always hungry for power.”
Now Teseen and I had a son. Payce was only three and we would only notice any changes in him when he started puberty. I hoped he would be strong enough emotionally to deal with people that didn’t understand who he was. Stronger than I was. As I looked over at his father, seated next to me on our porch, I felt more reassured. His bare muscular arms reflected the light of the moon rising over the mountains. It was bigger and brighter than usual, a super moon. A bright slither first peeped out and then the giant orb raised slowly above the dark mountain backdrop.
“The cycle of retaliation has gone on for so long, we don’t even know who started it,” he continued.
“Well, I thank the gods and goddesses you arrived when you did!” I said.
He put his arm around me and pulled me closer. “You can thank your abilities too,” he replied, “and that Azurite crystal.”
I laughed. “I can think of another way to thank you right now though-” I added and smiled mischievously at him.
Since our property was on the outskirts of town and backed onto a reserve it was very private. I had never imagined I would ever stay in such a beautiful home, but here I was with my handsome, loving husband and beautiful son. I wasn’t worried about anybody seeing us as I stood up. And Payce was asleep. I slipped my underwear off and climbed on top of Teseen’s lap facing him. He laughed and wrapped his hands around my lower back. I leaned down and fastened my lips against his soft, moist lips. I loved kissing him and never grew tired of it. And he was a gracious lover. He always made sure I was well satisfied.
He pulled my hips closer so I rested over his ready pelvis. I reached down and released him from his shorts and felt him immediately arched up and touching me just where I wanted him to. His smooth bare chest glistened. Since the first time on my sofa, I had learned that he never was a fan of wearing a shirt and I loved admiring his toned muscles. I arched my back and brought my lips to the top of his hard pec muscle. He pushed his tip inside me and slid slowly deeper.
I groaned and threw my head back looking into the bright engorged moon. He pushed up deeper and I sunk my fingers into his shoulder muscles. He squeezed my ass as he pulled me down on him and pulled up again. He was taking it slow. I groaned.
“You’re teasing me,” I cried.
I reached down and touched my swollen nub, making the pleasure escalate. Then, as I arched my pelvis to feel him even deeper inside me, he thrust hard. My muscles contracted around him. My body was hot, not just on the inside but the outside too. It was summertime and though the sun had set, it was still sweltering. Beads of sweat ran down his temples. I moved his wavy hair aside and nibbled on his ear.
“Hmm,” he groaned.
Every time we made love, it felt as good as the first time. It did help that he wasn’t small, but he also knew how to please a women. He tilted my head down and sought my lips. I accepted his tongue as he pushed into my mouth and twisted it around mine. I felt the crystal hanging on a chain around my neck resonating our energies. It was a powerful time to be making love and I could feel the vibrations were stronger than usual.
“I can feel it too,” he said in my head and smiled up at me.
My chest expanded wider as the pleasure grew. Beads of sweat followed the path of my chain. I liked to sweat when we made love. It felt more real, more animalistic. Teseen wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. Then he began to groan. He slowly stood up from the chair, supporting my ass with his hands, keeping our bodies close and him inside of me. He placed me up on top of the low stone wall for his final strokes of pleasure. He was deep inside me now, rubbing over a special spot I didn’t know existed before I had him inside me. I was very close now, I could feel it. I knew he knew it too.
He bashed up against me hard, again and again. I could feel I was losing control and it was the only time I didn’t mind. My muscles throbbed like the deep resonating drum beat and contracted sharply around him just before we both exploded in pleasure out in the open night sky. He pulled my body up against his and held me tight as he throbbed too. The waves of bliss cascaded through my body, boosted by the crystal. Finally, as my breathing slowed, I nestled my head into his shoulder, my favorite place after we came together. After a few minutes he pulled away slowly but kept his arms around me.
“Did you miss me?” I joked with him as he brought his lips down and kissed the trail of sweat beads down my chest.
“I always miss you,” he replied, “When we are separated by death or some other ill fate, I fly in the sky and search for you nonstop for days, even though I know we will meet again.”
“We always do,” I said grabbing hold
of his perky ass.
He laughed and fixed his soulful eyes on me. He truly was a living statue of a god.
“I am lost without you,” he said.
He scooped me up in his strong arms and carried me to our outdoor shower. He turned on the water which descended in a massaging mist and slowly washed my body with a citrus-scented soap. I loved the feel of his touch on my soapy skin, especially in areas that were still sensitive. Once the soap had drained off into the stones, he dried me with kisses. He eventually wrapped me in a fluffy towel that was almost bigger than I was, scooped me up over his shoulder and carried me to our loft bed that looked out over the city, now illuminated by the unusually bright moon.
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THE END
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Vamp’s Captive
~ Bonus Story ~
An Erotic First-Time Vampire Romance
“I’m letting you get away with it for now. We’ll properly discuss your punishment later.” He retorts. I smile knowingly, kissing the tip of his nose. I consider making a snide remark regarding the punishment I had yet to receive for destroying his irreplaceable furniture, but I find myself getting lost in his eyes again instead…”
(…)
“You shouldn’t apologize for changing me. I won’t accept that apology. Being changed is perhaps the greatest thing to ever happen in my life, because it brought me to you.”
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All around me, the club pulses as if it is alive, throbbing with a bassline heartbeat. My body moves of its own accord, each thump of the music sending a feeling of pure elation rushing through my body. For those wondering, my name is Janine Rigby. I go to one of the best colleges in the locale, something I’m proud of but try not to be too boastful about. My days are filled with club meetings, hours of classes, and overall exhaustion. However, I don’t let the weariness of the day ruin my one escape, my nightly hours at the busiest nightclub in town: The Ivory Fang. Though the name brings to mind a rather quirky facility, the Ivory is more or less your typical nightclub. A surplus of my fellow students rush here as soon as the doors open, having our share of drinks and good times. It’s an escape for me, though I’m certain you’re wondering what exactly I need an escape from. Truth be told, the life I lead is something of a mask. I keep myself busy, as not to allow myself to give in to the somewhat darker thoughts that linger on the fringes of my mind. Though no one might expect it, I actually harbor a somewhat deep fear of being alone. That may sound silly, but I don’t mean the brief moments of solitude I get in my dorm room after classes. I mean the much deeper, all encompassing loneliness that one feels when they can not find their soulmate. I’m a romantic at heart, I suppose, but I can’t help but hope that someday I find the deep and meaningful relationship that people like my parents share. I know I’m young, only twenty two years old to be precise, but I can’t help as if feeling I am somehow stunted. As if I am missing some bigger piece of my life, in not having a meaningful relationship by now.
My friends accompanied me here tonight, likely in an attempt to distract me from my studies. It’s a kind effort, but it’s not my studies I need a distraction from. If anything, they’re one of the few things keeping me sane. All the same, I’m more than willing to accept free drinks if they’re offered. Who am I to turn down such kindness from a friend? Heh. Speaking off… I approach the bar as one of my friends flags me down, a devious look in her eye. I quirk a curious brow, knowing that she is no doubt up to no good.
“Janine, Bethany thinks she can outdo you on shots. You’re not going to let her slam on you like that, are you girl?” Crissy smiles, and Bethany shoots me a sly look from the opposite end of the bar. I can’t help quirking my lips in a smile, looking at the plethora of shot glasses spread before my blonde haired friend. Though on most nights, I avoid drinking in excess, something about the challenge lights a fire in my gut. I rub my chin thoughtfully, meandering over to Beth’s end of the bar and resting my hip against the stool beside her.
“Oh, Beth… you always have been a kidder. You really think you can outdrink me? I’m essentially royalty here at the Ivory.” I say in a faux snooty voice, and try to swallow my laughter as Bethany laughs in response. I trace my fingertip around the brim of one of the shot glasses, considering the drinks laid out before us.
“Well, I think it is due time that someone dethrone you.” She ripostes in an equally snooty tone. We share a smile, and I make a point to properly seat myself on the bar stool beside her. Crissy steps towards us, laying out the rules of engagement. I zone out, as this is little more than child’s play for me. My eyes are drawn towards the exit of the club, where a pale man with platinum blonde hair and dark eyes seems to be watching my every move. I narrow my eyes in his direction, and he seems to realize I’ve noticed him, averting his eyes swiftly.
“Three, two, one… Drink!” Crissy announces, and I am pulled from my reverie by Bethany accidentally clanging together two glasses. I consider her from the corner of my eye before swiftly taking my first shot. Then my second. Followed by my third. This goes on for several moments, with Bethany and I tossing back shots as the rest of our group looks on. Their loud cheering rings in either of my ears, and when I toss back the final shot, Bethany looks as if she is ready to spill her dinner.
“A bit green about the gills, aren’t you?” I say slyly, and she looks as if she will retort, only to be cut short by a heaving gag. She covers her mouth with her hand, bolting to the bathroom. The remainder of my friends and I share a laugh, and I stand from the bar stool. It suits me just as well that no one know how much the room is spinning for me right now. I grip the bar counter for a moment, looking from my laughing friends to the writhing bodies on the dance floor. The beat of the club resonates within me again, and I wave wordlessly to my friends before slipping back among the other dancers. They part with ease, accepting me amongst them as if they too know that this is where I belong. Among the dozens of people, among the bumping and grinding, among the sheer body heat that resonates between all of us. I glance up, only to meet eyes with the same man who had considered me mere moments before. He doesn’t move with the same ease as the rest of us, but I can’t help but feel drawn towards him. He offers me a tight-lipped smile, and perhaps because of the alcohol flooding my system, I feel inclined to put on a bit of a show for the poor guy. He sticks out like a sore thumb in this place, and though I can’t say I’ve ever known the awkwardness he seems to be feeling, I pride myself a smidge kinder than others in the crowd. I lock eyes with the man, taking note of the dark shade of his eyes. The irises are so dark they are nearly black, yet shine with a fiery that seems to blaze brighter as I move my body specifically for his eyes. He keeps his distance, even as I attempt to draw him in with my gaze. I bite my lip, swinging my hips from side to side, and I can’t help but be surprised at the lack of blush on his pale skin. He simply averts his eyes, drawing them to an aged looking timepiece on his wrist. Feeling perhaps unnecessarily offended at how easily my sumptuous dance moves are cast aside, I turn my back on him, allowing myself to merge with the bodies on the dance floor once more. Time seems to fade into nothingness, and I’m vaguely aware that I’m perhaps a little too drunk. However, I simply close my eyes and allow my body to move to the steady thump of the bass.
When I open my eyes, much of the club patrons have dispersed, and I can’t see my friends anywhere. It’s not unlike them to leave me to my own devices once I get wrapped up in the passion of the night, but I can’t ignore the stinging bitterness of their absence. As if it would mean very little if something were to happen to me, as if they could not be bothered to see me to my dorm safely. I know I’m likely overthinking it, but… well, no matter. I realize with a start that most of the dance floor is empty now, save for one or two pairs of lingering couples swaying drunkenly together. I swallow a thick lump in my throat, ambling towards the back exit of the club. As I g
rip the handle of the door, it is almost as if I can feel eyes watching my every move. I glance over my shoulder, but there is no one to be seen. I press the door open, stepping into the cool air of the night. I know my movements are none too graceful, and I can’t help but stumble along. I keep my hand pressed to the side of the building, and when a sudden wave of nausea washes over me, I press bodily against the bricks. I inhale deeply through my nose, trying to sort my thoughts.
Suddenly, a body presses against my back. A hand claps across my mouth before I can think to scream. I squirm weakly in the grip of my assailant, but they do little more than caress their free hand along my shoulder, down to the clothed peak of my breast. I groan unhappily against their hand, but the alcohol has rendered me too weak to fight back. I feel their lips against my neck, and can’t help but hiss as their tongue flicks against my skin. Unable to help myself, almost as if in a trance, I begin to move my body against that of the stranger. I feel a fluttering at the apex of my thighs, and attempt to turn to face him. My assailant turned potentially more offers a warning growl, pressing me more firmly against the wall. I plant my feet firmly apart, pressing my rear against his groin. It’s a dance of give and take, and though he seems surprised, he is all too willing to join me. His mouth finds my neck once more, and I grind back against him, rewarded by a hand firmly cupping me between the legs. Perhaps it’s the alcohol, perhaps it’s because it’s been so long since I’ve been with someone like this. For whatever reason, lust surges through my veins as he slips his hand under my dress.
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