by Amos, Ashley
Walking over the one of the neatly hung racks of clothing she found a comfortable lounging outfit and put it on. Then she meandered out of the bedroom and down the hallway to find a light snack to take to the library and do some reading or writing or something. She still wasn’t sure yet. This would be her first night in the mansion unescorted by Marcus. She felt slightly lonely about the thought at first and then thought of perhaps going and finding Edna the sewing lady or maybe even her own lady in waiting Marcus had given her a week ago. I felt odd to have a lady in waiting and she wondered if they were paid or slaves or how that worked but didn’t have the nerve yet to ask Marcus and get involved in things that weren’t really her business but she was starting feel like maybe they were. She decided against bothering either of the two ladies and assumed they were busy working only to find out she was right when she wandered into the kitchen for a snack. Both girls were hovering over the breakfast items for what looked like enough food to feed an army.
"Oh my lady!" Edna exclaimed.
"Good morning my lady!" said Anita, her lady in waiting.
"Good Morning ladies," she said back with a smile. "Sorry to bother I just needed a small snack and I’ll be on my way to the library"
"Take anything you like Lady" they both chimed in unison and then got back to fretting over the food. Sarah was grateful for the lack of attention and took a small plate, loading it with a couple of small sausages and tiny pastries. She poured herself a quick spot of tea and snuck out the way she came, heading toward the library.
As she scurried toward the library she thought she heard loud, angry voices yelling. But the closer she got to the library the sounds faded and by the time the door had closed behind her she was now very busy listening to the sound of her stomach and the strong and very weird desire for lots of blood and food. She wondered how normal this was. Perhaps it was part of the change. Later she would ask Marcus to take her to feed. Until then she would keep herself busy with books and snacks, maybe she would even do some writing. It had been a long time since she had written. Weeks now in fact. She sat down in an oversized easy chair with her snack, a pad of paper she found and a quill pen and tried to think of what to write.
Chapter 4
Unable to focus on anything but her stomach Sarah closed her eyes and her let her mind wander back to that first magical might together after the communion. After all the party guests had left in their appropriate rides to go back to where they came from. A few had stayed behind but she assumed they were workers for the estate as they each seemed to have their own residence on the property and stayed well out of their way. They had woken up together, arms wrapped around each other and she looked deep into Marcus’s gorgeous blue eyes as he pulled her in closely.
"Will you let me show you the grounds tonight? My home is now yours and I want you to get to know and love it just as I do. There is much history here. History which is very important for you to know. But you will learn that all with time. Tonight is for us and for exploration. Are you game?" he had asked her as his beautiful eyes searched her dark ones.
"Of course my love," she had told him back. Excited for anything Marcus would put her way at this point.
"I have just the right outfit picked out for you already. I think you'll find that you have almost the perfect outfit for everything in that little closet of yours. And what you don't have, Edna will be more than happy to make for you. She's the best seamstress in the whole state. Possibly the country but I don't dare tell anyone that or I would have to share her. Worse yet... possibly lose her. Seamstresses aren't as easy to get as they used to be." He said casually as he gestured towards a door to the left of the large carved marble fireplace in the bedroom.
"Go on... go look." He said as he gently and teasingly pushed her towards the edge of the bed in the direction of the door.
Sarah had gotten up and walked to the door and pulled it open. She let out a small gasp. What was inside was not just some walk-in closet. It was more like a whole other room. She stood in the doorway taking in what was her new closet. It was almost as big as her old living room. In the middle of the room was a large circular, cushioned settee. It was situated perfect dead center so that the person sitting on it could sit anywhere and have a convenient and comfortable view of the closet room. The far end of the wall contained a built in vanity, gracefully carved with intricate swirls and loops of wood that almost looked as though they were strands of ribbon curling about. A giant oval mirror in the middle, for a moment she was shocked to see her reflection and wondered if was part of her humanness remaining and how long it would take for that to go away. Clearly remembering the night at the ball and her encounter with Tessa.
The ceiling in the closet was just a vaulted and lofty as the ceiling in the bedroom and the clothing and shoes which lined the interior neatly filled all of the space from floor to ceiling. To her right was formal wear and gowns of every possible color she could imagine. To her left was more normal daily wear, casual business, comfortable sweatpants and maxi dresses for lounging about in. Immediately to the left of the round plush settee was a dress form which seemed to be her exact size and upon it a look which would have easily graced the cover of any fall vogue special. Equestrian to the hilt... fine knee high black leather boots freshly polished with forest green riding pants which held a natural waistline. Topped with a white blouse, a leather corseted cinch to go around the mid-torso. Accessorized with gloves, a riding crop and matching hat/helmet combo.
"Is the closet big enough?" Marcus called out in a lazy and teasing voice from the bed.
Sarah couldn't respond she was too busy taking in all of the fine details and the enormity of her new closet. Along the floor and again in finely organized and color coordinated built in shelves were shoes and boots and sandals for a number of occasions be it formal or more casual. Nothing was a knock off and nothing was cheap. She could tell by the smell of the fine leather and the crisp clean linen.
"Did you get lost?" Marcus asked teasingly as he poked his head around the corner. "What do you think?"
Sarah turned around and ran over to him, throwing her arms around his neck and looking up at him.
"This is all for me?" she asked him, her eyes looking up at his curiously. "But how did you..?"
"It probably doesn't all fit you perfectly," he said, sounding a bit sad. "But most of it should be pretty close and we always have Edna who get things tailored can right up to it you perfectly." Marcus quickly followed with a brighter tone in his voice. He gently pushed her away from him and walked over to a series of hooks on the wall next to the vanity each of which contained a various type of casual robe or kimono looking garment. Marcus pulled an oversized thick and white fluffy robe off of one of the hooks and pulled it gently onto her. She had never felt anything so soft and comfortable in her life. He was going to be lucky to get her into anything else after this she thought to herself with a quiet smile.
"It's all perfect Marcus. So very perfect. Just like you," she said as she let him adjust the robe on her body.
Her large round curves seeming to be more no citable in the candle lit room.
"A little big but comfortable, yes?" Marcus asked, his eyes searching hers questioningly. Longing to please and impress his new queen, he sat back on the settee and took in her beauty, he dark curves and her large breasts standing perky and upright were a bit bigger than they had been prior to their communion. The change had a way of bringing one’s body to its most beautiful state although Sarah didn't know that yet, he could see it in her larger breasts and her plumper derriere. She walked over to him and stood directly in front of him, his face even with the smooth dark skin of her flat stomach. He slid his hands underneath the soft white fabric of the robe and onto the voluptuous, full curves of her hips and running them over the thickness of her rear, down the back of her thighs, gently pulling her body close to him.
He softly kissed her soft stomach and smelled the richness of her scent. Gently and slowly he moved h
is lips down her stomach. Kissing what felt every millimeter between her navel and the sensitive regions near the base of her pelvic area. She ran her hands through his hair, watching his face as he intently and lovingly tasted her and kissed her. She longed to feel his lips on her own once more and felt the area between her thighs growing warmer with longing for his touch. She expected it but he did not.
Instead he began to work his way ever so slowly and gently until he needed to pull her down onto his lap in order to continue the journey of his lips over the curves of her body. She obeyed his soft pulls and sat down on his with her legs splayed wide open over his, allowing the robe to fall to her sides now, the loose folds of the soft fluffy fabric hanging onto her only by her arms in the sleeves. Her dark body highlighted by the white fabric behind it. Marcus smiled as he drank in her every curve with his eyes, his lips finally resting on their next intended destination. Slowly taking her dark nipple if her full and round breast he began to slowly and softly lick the tip until it hardened and shivers of pleasure went running down her spine. Goosebumps rose on her skin and she pulled him in closer to her. Unable to remain quite so reserved he opened his mouth wide now taking in as much of her breast as he could into her mouth. His right hand cupping and holding it to his face as his left hand massaged the other. Sarah ground her pelvis against his, his robe acting as a soft buffer between their otherwise naked skins, as the pleasure ran through her body in waves.
She ran her hands up and down his solid strong arms as he worked over her breasts. Feeling his muscles and gently kissing the top of his head as she watched him suck on her large breast. The pleasure making warmth between her legs grow hotter and wetter for him. He was making her want him, making her wait for him. He hadn’t done this to her before. Make her wait for it... for the pleasure and the orgasm she wanted from him so bad. It was as he had known her need and impatience for it then. But he was playing with her patience now and it only made her want him more.
She watched him smile as she ground her pelvis against his through his robe and he looked up at her, bearing his latch on her breasts for a moment with his mouth, only to replace it with his hand. Gently teasing both dark nipples at the same time. His mouth met with hers. His pink lips on her dark ones their pink tongues intertwining together in warm wetness. She pressed her pelvis against his again and again now in a gentle rocking motion and they kissed each other deeply. Slowly he let go of one breast and ran his hand down her side, feeling her luxurious soft curves as he made his way down to the soft skin between her thighs. Still kissing her deeply and gently sending rivulets of pleasure through her breast with the other hand he began to slowly and gently massage her lips between her thighs. Gently spreading them apart as she grew with wetness for him. His fingers slowly working her lips apart so she could gently push her clit around.
He found her clit and she let out a small gasp of pleasure as he began to circle it with one finger gently sending small little waves of the pleasure she had been not so patiently waiting for. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he slowly slipped a finger inside of her and began to lean back. Using one hand to support her as she lay back onto the settee the other one never missing its rhythmic massaging. Making her grow ever wetter for him.
Without his finger ever leaving the inside of her, he freed loose his robe belt and let the folds of his robe fall open as he moved his body over on top of her own. She loved his smooth white skin against her dark-as-night skin, their ying and yang, as they intertwined together. She felt his bare chest against hers and his tongue parting the lips to her mouth briefly for another kiss and then another suck and lick on her hardened tits before he finally placed his lips on top of her glistening wet labia. Working it over the folds and up the lips to her clit and she let out longer and louder moans of pleasure. Her thighs began to grip the sides of his head and he buried himself in between her legs causing her wiggle and writhe with a pleasure only he could provide her. She felt him flesh his hard incisor teeth once more, flush on either side of her clit, and braced for the explosions of pleasure he was about to send through her body. And not disappointing her they came, one after the other.
Marcus worked her lips and clit and she tried her best to contain the moaning and desire until she could no more. She let loose a long moan as she felt s shudder coarse through her body and a warmth spread between her thighs as Marcus greedily lapped it up and moaned knowing it was not the end but only the beginning. As Marcus licked up her creamy fluid he pushed her gently back down onto the settee so that she was laying all the way flat on her back. He gently lifted up her legs as he looked down on her round, heaving breasts and her sweaty thigh and lay them on his shoulders.
He hung hard and large in the candlelight. Solid and ready for her he stroked his shaft solidly from tip to end one time as she watched hungrily. The soft, wet ache between her legs now longing to be filled with him once more. He began by slowly pushing the thick tip of his head in between her thighs and just barely into her deep wetness. She thrust her pelvis up toward him but he pulled back so as to keep his tip just where it was and then as she relaxed her hips he began to slowly and softly work his thick hardness into her wetness. She let out low moans of pleasure as she felt him slowly fill her up a bit more with each stroke. Taking his time to draw in and out of her flesh so that she could feel every bump and ridge in his thick cock as he slid himself in and out of her. With a final slow yet intense thrust he buried the length and thickness of his white shaft deep into her dark wet glory. She took advantage of his closeness and wrapped her legs against him more forcefully this time and pulled him in close, as deeply as she could pull him into her.
Their sweaty bodies pumping together they let our simultaneously moans of pleasure and joy as they rocked back and forth. Allowing the pleasure and the sex to fill them completely until they both felt as though they were going to burst.
Marcus began to pump into her harder and harder as her moans increased in pleasure and her body tightened up around his throbbing cock. She could feel him almost at the brink and was to the brink herself with pleasure. She allowed herself to go over the edge as he slid his hardness hard and deep into her, releasing himself, his warmth and his love all intermingling with hers as she came with him. She could feel herself shaking uncontrollably as the pleasure took over her body and closed her eyes as it carried her to another dimension. She opened as she felt Marcus throbbing slow and smiled up at him with nothing but love in her eyes. His thickness still in her and her legs still tightly wrapped around him. He smiled back at her and reached down to brush a lock of her hair out of her eyes.
Chapter 5
Sarah began "So what exactly are your plans for the day?" she asked him as she eyed the riding suit warily. She had never ridden a horse before and wasn't quite sure how this was going to play out. Especially in the dark. Did horses even deal with vampires? Shouldn’t animals be terrified pf vampires simply by nature she thought to herself?
"Come sit and have a bite with me and let's talk about them," Marcus said gently pulling her toward him by her hand. As they stood up Marcus fixed their robes and made Sarah look a bit less freshly sexed and then lead Sarah out of the giant walking closet, the lights dimming automatically behind them as they walked back into the bedroom. Sha hadn't heard it but she glanced back to take one last look into the room of a closet but that door was already closed behind them. When she looked back in front of her she noticed a tea cart that had been brought in full of pastries and breakfast delights and steaming pots of fresh coffee and tea. The rich and sweet aromas mixing together in the air filling it with their smell. A fire was now crackling in the large place as he led her to the large over stuffed velvet easy chairs. She sat down in the one he led her too, leaning against the soft blue fabric, letting it rub softly against her cheek for a moment before she sat up right to begin to pour herself some tea. Gasping softly when she saw the intricate and very ornately crafted silver tea set upon an equally grand cart, carved out of a deep
mahogany wood.
"Let me do that for you my queen," Marcus said as he motioned for her to lean back. She did so happily and watched him as he poured her tea and set the cup in front of her.
"Honey? Cream? Sugar?" he said with a smile on his face.
"Just honey please," she asked smiling back at his gorgeous, smooth white skin.
"And maybe a little bit of cream?" she added.
"Of course my love," he reached for the creamer and added a bit.
"Enough?" Marcus said as he topped pouring.
"That's perfect." She replied this time taking the cup from his hands, feeling the electricity run between them when their hands touched briefly. She never imagined that she would love another so much in life yet here she was. She still was having a hard time believing that any of it was real and that she would wake up at any moment now. But she never did and she much was awake, unexplainable, incredibly magical love.
Marcus sat down and poured himself a cup of black coffee, adding nothing to it.
"Tell me, how you are feeling?" he asked, looking with deep sincerity into her eyes.
"Honestly I feel much better than I thought I would. I am hungry though. It’s okay to eat? I thought that because I was a...." she thought better of it and unsure of herself said instead, "You know... since I'm changed now, that I'm not supposed to eat people food anymore?"
Marcus let out a kind and hearty laugh and she blushed a little. Wondering if he could tell underneath her dark melanin skin. She hoped not.
"Oh my sweets! I have so much to tell you and so much to show you still. We shall start with a few of the basics first I suppose and then I was hoping. I might be able to show you around a bit. I really wanted to show you the amazing things before I had to show you the business end. Plus I could use a break from things," he said. Explaining a bit more than he meant to but it was true. He did need a break from things. It had been tense not only within the clan but throughout the nighttime realm. He could use more than a break from things he needed a nice long vacation and this was the perfect, more than perfect reason.