by Kiki Howell
They walked arm in arm like a couple very much in love, even steered off course a moment with a dance as they went. Yet, arriving upon the dark and empty room, a few looks around to make sure no one was watching, slipping inside, he quickly moved the long flowing red of her gown up her legs before she even had the door shut.
“Are you wet, my love? We must be quick?” he breathed into her ear, kissing her neck.
She gasped to feel his fingers between her folds. “You can feel, I’m more than ready. You are such a man about town here tonight, James.”
“And, you, my dear Emma are my more than willing companion.”
“That I am. Make magick with me.”
He moved in haste, and the glory of it went straight to her head. Eyes closed against the haze forming in front of them from her light-headed giddiness, she held on tight as he freed himself, then pushed his already rock hard erection up inside her at the same time he bit into her neck. In the dark, she hadn’t even seen his fangs elongate.
Instead, she saw red then black as she squeezed her eyes tightly closed, gave into the heady feel of them so abruptly joined as her inner walls adjusted around his hard invasion. She was so full of him, every muscle contracting in delight.
Concentrate! She saw the robot in her mind, made it take a few steps, a turn, a macabre dance if you will. She knew men would try to stop it, and she imagined it evading them, of course. There was nothing with to shut it down anyway; no gears would be moving other than due to magick. The heap of metal would hit the men with his arms, out just because he was moving. Not hard, but enough to rouse them. The robot would step on a cute slipper or two, causing a squeal, not harm. And, as the aristocracy here tonight fled the party, flowers and little lace valentines would be dropped to the floor without a care.
Right or wrong, as her body milked James, soared to the heights of pleasure and back in haste. Soon enough, the screaming started, men yelling, even the sound of good china being broken. A plus. On shaky legs, her orgasm still ripping through her, making her pulse and shudder, she returned her dress to rights. Scandalously, Emma gripped James’ hand as they excited the room, blending in with those she’d previously considered ninny-hammers and numbskulls, but just maybe had judged too harshly. They were all in a way misunderstood just as she was as well as her vampire.
Once in the carriage, waiting their turn to enter the street, James asked after an ardent kiss, pulling her closer to him on the bench. “So, was tonight all you hankered for and more?” he winked.
“Most wonderful Valentine’s Day of my life, my love. In years to come, you shall have a hard time making any day as great as this one was.”
“Hmm, yes, maybe, but I shall have a grand time in the trying of it.” He kissed her forehead, squeezed her tight.
“You had proposed before that your secret, well that it came with a surprise. What, dare I ask, would that be?”
“It is in Devon, and I was planning the surprise, and then the confession would just come, once I got you there. But, I can’t wait a moment longer. I have taken the liberty to have brought several of you aunt’s best possessions for us to study together. No one shall miss them, as I can travel back quickly any time, returning what we have, getting others. She had a wealth of books. And, I plan on us having a lot of excess sexual energy to put to good use.”
“James, that is a great idea, and an amazing gift, all in one. We shall have a lot of excess energy to use.” She reinforced the idea by trailing her fingers down his already re-awakening cock, hard and long under his trousers. His growl, well it would always be music to her ears, she knew.
“I am the luckiest vampire on the earth. No more brooding nights for me…” James continued on for the rest of their ride, much to Emma’s delight making brazen-faced confessions of love as they planned their next go at sexual magick and which of his creations would next come to life, this time to suit their purposes privately.
About The Author
Ever since she was young, Kiki Howell has loved to listen to a well-woven tale with real characters, inspired plots, and delightful resolutions. Kiki spend hours lost in books and soon knew creating lives, loves, and losses with just words had to be the greatest thing she could do.
She’s now had over twenty stories published and couldn’t be more thrilled or grateful to see her creations polished and out in the real world.