Fated (Of Blood and Magic Book 1)

by Delicious David

  They are welcomed with light drizzles from a sad grey sky with teary clouds all over. What a way to be greeted, someone said from the back. Hand in hand, they walked out of the plane, as Luke would have it liked it if she escapes again.

  He lets her lead the way.

  After walking round the airport and into an open maize field, Luke notices a weird foul play from Becca. As though she casted a spell without him knowing or noticing, they had been walking in circles not far from the airport. It was clear she wasn’t going to be cooperative. He stops.

  “Stop!” he commanded. “What are you doing?” he questioned.

  “Do you want your guts spilled over this maize field, like fertilizer for the corn?” Was the look his eyes gave her as she twirled, facing him.

  “I said take me to your home, now!”

  Her refusal made him wonder why she was still alive. She was not what he thought she would be. He searched for a vampire, a human, a regular human. But fate dropped a forbidden for his kind; a vampire hunter and a witch.

  “You will take me to your home or suffer being taken by force, your choice.”

  He bends down to the earth, feeling it with his palms and pointed to it, “HERE IS ALSO A GREAT BED FOR YOU. YOUR SEEMINGLY RAVISHING INNOCENCE, YET FIERCE, WILL ALL BE MINE, RIGHT HERE.” He said on the top of his voice, like he spoke in capital letters.

  “Do you stay alone?” he queried, standing and facing her, “you seem to prefer my touch here, on this earth, surrounded by these maize plants; you want me to feel your insides right here than being in the comfort of your home, woman!”

  “My Grams stays with me, and she will kill you! You are nothing to her, for me, you are nothing!” Becca spews out, looking like she had gained some confidence back.

  Not listening to what Becca has to say, he adds, “I will fuck you till the sun goes down and rises back to the blue skies.”

  BECCAS POV (point of view)

  The connection Luke and Becca had became stronger as she falls into a daydream

  This feels surreal and quite sexy, hearing this beastly creature commanding me and telling me he will have me on the hard earth and with the dancing maize plants obedient to the passage of the cool Western breeze. There has always been something about blood that turns me on. I have always known being a vampire hunter and witch made me a dominatrix, even though I haven’t had any sexual experience, I know I will melt at the touch my true mate, my love, my master.

  “Come here now, come to me!” He commanded me, in a low domineering and controlling tone. This makes me feel very scared and excited at the same time. I have never been controlled before. My Grams made sure of it. He stood still as the breeze swayed his suit softly, the cold non expressive stare in his eyes made me wet all over. In my head, I scream, “come on, come in, give it to me,” but in reality, I crawled all the way to his throbbing dick buried under his expensive trousers. The earth under my two hands and knees as I crawled to my waiting master, felt soft at each touch. The stones in the sand sunk into the earth as my body crushed them without feeling pain of the obvious injury I would get, I fixated on the pleasure of being fucked on the bare ground and my pussy juice splattering lavishly on his giant cock. My imaginations always ran wild. I stopped, pulled off my clothes, walking butt naked to him, not worrying of the spectacle I may be causing, with my wide ass open to the world, “give me all of your cock, I need it now!” I grabbed his thighs and waited for him hungrily.

  He stares down at me and pulls his zipper open, freeing his huge scary cock. Almost like he knew what I wanted, he grabbed my head, rubbing his fingers through my hair without easing his grip, he shoved his dick into my mouth. He fucked my mouth greedily, and with each thrust, he shoves his manliness balls deep into my mouth, that he could choke me. With his hips all forward, the feeling of satisfaction from being face fucked by a huge cock practically gave me wings as I stood up, with my hand on his cock I jerked him slowly, as his already lubricated cock throbbed uncontrollably in my hands, all dripping wet of my slimy saliva. I pinched his already rock hard nipples, brushing his areolas slowly with the tip of my tongue. I wanted to enjoy every bit of his sexy body.

  As his frame throbbed in my hands, it left the confines of my grip and smacked my belly. His tall body made his red full lips hard to reach.

  I wanted him the more.

  The sensual massages his cock gave my stomach caused me to arch my backwards as I felt his energy all over my body. He holds me safe with his right hand as he traced my nipples with his soft hands.

  “Nothing else felt right. I have really never felt peace and serenity more than I feel right now,” I thought to myself.

  Slowly, he reached for my breasts, pushed his hands under my pendant, he rubs my boobs gently, and with his other hand behind my back, he sunk his fingers into my ass hole and squeezed my butt cheek roughly. And in an instant, he slaps my pussy lips as he buries his head in my chest. He kisses my breasts generously with frequent bites on my nipples. My pussy kept crying a river as he slowly drove his cock into my pussy walls. With every breath I took, I felt every inch of his dick as they stretched the walls of my pussy. Every inch of his giant cock felt great! Like an elastic band, my pussy walls stretched as the sexy visitor invaded the privacy of their home. It was sensually satisfying as much as very painful. He filled me up and I was close to climax.

  He notices I am about to come as he stops, “you can’t come just yet,” as he spanked my ass behind me. He commands, “bend over, I want to fuck you from the back! I believe your kind calls it doing the doggy style now!” As I was bending over, he pushes me to the ground, and mounts me aggressively. Just like he knew what I needed, he grabs my hip, arches my back to him as my naked red ass cheeks from his spanks was open to the heavens. He slides his fingers into my juicy pussy and rubs my ass hole. Slowly, he slowly slides right thumb into my ass hole as I moaned from the sensation of the sweet mix of the combo of pleasure and pain.

  “I have never felt this way before not sex, not anal but it feels right. I feel like a slut his slut I am all his.”

  My asshole shakes as his thumb forced its way in. My insides begin rhythmical shudders as dynamic waves and currents of pleasure erupt in my insides. His thumb in my asshole was like Bonny and Clyde. Like a fitted glove, the muscles of my asshole relaxed as his thumb found its way without guidance into my glory hole. Pulsating vibrations was my escape as ecstasy filled my very being.

  He and I, communicating inaudibly, you would think we knew ourselves from the time of old, maybe we do. Perhaps, we are kindred spirits tied together by the red strings of fate.

  “I want to be lost in him.”

  The thoughts of being totally ravished by this beast created while new uncontrollable insatiable lust and rush in my veins that the thoughts came out of my mind with the word, “FUCK!!” As I screamed fuck, I bite my lower lip as he removes his thumb from my ass hole, leaving behind, a receptive virgin ass. Without wasting time, he grabs his dick and slaps it at the entrance of my glory hole, making my ass walls contract from the little love taps.

  He squeezed my nipples as he plunges his huge cock into my already closing ass hole, and with a spank on my ass cheeks, I felt light as feathers as I envisaged my very being soaring like an eagle bouncing in the blue clouds of the cool sunny day. My anal muscles, relaxing wholly to the mild thrusts of his cock, left me room to finger my clit. I moaned deeply under my breath as he trusted even deeper with generous whips on my ass. My head spun as I could feel his balls spasm against my ass, I knew he was about to reach the peak of his pleasure. He stops

  He turns me to his daring gaze once again as he orders me to suck his cock, “here, suck it!” he said in a loud commanding tone. Without wasting time, I grabbed his cock and sucked away. Licking every bit of my pussy juice off, I replaced it with my thick slimy saliva. All dripping wet, he raises my legs to the heavens easily as he fucks my pussy.

  “Ahhh, ooooh, fuck meee, baby,” I moaned, screaming at th
e top of my voice as different thoughts run through my head and not holding one down, I scream yet again, “fuck, fuck, fuck! Give me all your cum!” I blabbered almost in gibberish.

  He kept fucking me for what seemed to be like an hour or more, I don’t know, who keeps track of time when they are romped by a sweet, generous, giant cock? Then suddenly, he pulls out quickly and almost instinctively, I stay still as he blasts his load on my thighs, splattering all over my stomach. He keeps stroking his cock as be empties every last but juice on my breasts as he squeezes with his moaning the last drop on me.

  “Woman,” she hears, pulling her out, yet again from her wild fantasy. The smile on her lips is broken, the lust in her eyes is torn to shreds as her eyes behold the “real life beast.”

  Luke’s POV (point of view)

  Luke, on the other hand, watches Becca as she played with herself lustfully. He wonders what could have come over this young lady he had waited all his centuries’ old self for.

  This young and weird human is at it again. I am confused at to what exactly she is doing right now. She is smiling, holding her breasts as she fondles herself. I am commanding her to stop but it all falls on deaf ears. The harsh sun of some minutes ago now gently kisses the surface of my skin. I must get to where her home is. Unlike other vampires, I can regenerate my dead cells—one of the many rare abilities of being a direct descendant of Ambrogio, my lord, The First. Desperate times, this is; everything seems strange to me. The flying bird we just got off is something that wasn’t in my days. We only had horses, chariots and carts.

  “I must leave this sun as soon as I can,” he thought to himself. Unlike other vampires, Luke, just like Ambrogio, can step out of his home and move around in day light or day time. Staying locked up in the previous eternal dungeon, he needs to get most of his powers back before he can be confident of his skins resilience to be under the sun. “This lady will not act right and get us out of here,” he’s more audibly.

  She is putting her hands in where my cock should be. Why is she dipping her fingers into MY pussy? Her eyeballs seem to roll back, like she is enjoying what she’s doing. “How does this end?” He asks himself.

  He taps her, as he calls out, “woman!” and she is snapped out of her daydream wild fantasy.

  As the pretty, perfect smile on her lips is broken with the fiery passion of pure lust in her big cute blue eyes is torn to shreds like flower petals in the hands of a sorrow-filled, dejected lover saying, “he loves me, he loves me not,” to the sight of the real beast himself—Luke—her eyes widen to the shocking reality that she was in fact, in a figment of her imagination.

  “Now, take me to your home.”

  “I am sure you want to end your worthless evil life, because my Grams will make sure you are dead for hurting me!”

  “I am sure she will, won’t she?” Luke added, as he taunted her mischievously.

  “Yes!!” Becca screams almost immediately

  “So, you stay with your grandmother who is a psycho and can kill me easily, how great. I am scared!” Luke interjected

  “You should be, because she’s very ruthless!” she added.

  They stand up and he still lets her lead the way.

  “If your Grams is this ruthless and powerful, I would say that she is so wicked as to let you move around on your own, unguarded without protection! What if something bad were to happen to you? I could have killed you and drained your whole blood, and left you lifeless in the streets of the precinct. Now, by then, where will she have been? No, what would she do?” Luke added in order to inflict on her, the fear of death and his fading but apparent ruthlessness on her.

  Looking at her, he decides to go a little easy on her.

  Walking carefully as she observes her back in caution of her captor, Becca looks over her shoulders frequently, not minding what could be in front of her, a careless cyclist almost runs her over but contrary to this nature of a raging fire Luke is, he in a flash, swerves her out of harm’s way.

  She is safe.

  Pissed at himself for going against his ruthless nature deeply seethed in beastly instincts as a vampire of “all I care about is blood, and blood, I will get,” he lets go of her almost immediately. Like he was ashamed of being good or having a good bone in him.

  He looks at her with some kind of faint affection growing in his eyes, he asks, “how much longer to this house of yours?”

  Without so much for a word or direction, Becca tilts her head westward and keeps walking. She crossed the road and he follows.

  “Woman, I really hope you won’t make me do something evil to you!” he questions her with rage welling up in his eyes, yet again.

  In the distant, he sees a stadium; it is seated almost like in the heart of the city. Looking lonely, the stadium is surrounded by a large parking lot.

  CHAPTER 3

  THE CHAMBER

  Becca remains quiet all through the walk... Her mind wonders to her Grams. She is glad she led him away from her, her home, her fortress. This is the best thing. She didn’t want her to be in danger. If this is all she could do to help her in her little way, she would do it, so far it was to protect her for helping her all her young and near adult life.

  She sighs

  Minutes passed and the only thing Luke heard from her was a sigh and her, shaking her head periodically. She wonders what her Grams meant by being careful and a pure evil was after her. Do they have any connection? Does he know her, that’s why he repeatedly asks of where she stays, he stops?

  With Luke walking behind her, he observes she stops walking. Time is wasting, he needs to get to her home. He walks up to her and with a look of pure anger, he said, “from times past, you humans are always mischievous and have something up your sleeves. Where is your home?”

  With a frail and shaking, fatigued hand and a sore finger sticking out, she points to a small, distinct block on the side of the stadium wall, she steps forward and presses the block. Instantly, they start hear rumbling of blocks and the wall start shaking, with them rearranging themselves as they form a passage way big enough to fit Becca’s size of human. As she steps a foot in the beginning of the passage way, lights come up in the distant.

  Luke, now acting strange, frantically steps back as this is a strange occurrence for him. He has seen and heard of secret chambers in castles where lords and ladies perform their evil doings without being seen by the prying eyes of people or their enemies and subjects.

  But this was different. It felt different too.

  He walks in while being cautious of his steps like he was scared of being roped in an already set booby trap. Though the passage ways are little to fit near the body size of Becca, he bent his head slightly and squeezed in his broad shoulders to fit in the sides of the frames. As he moved into the dim lit passage way, the newly arranged blocks outside slowly shut behind him, closing them from the outside world. He suddenly summed up some courage as he soon entered an area where with full lights and leather couches. There were two doors on two opposite sides with a pathway in the middle of both side, and immediately, Luke asks, “where next?”

  Suddenly, a land telephone rings in the room of the door to the left, and all of a suddenly, Luke is jumpy, just like he was as when he let Becca lead the way of the passage way before he followed her. The initial power and confidence before he entered, or the strength he had in searching for his fated mate started running out of him. He was scared of the seemingly tight corners of the frames. They seemed like they would cave in any minute.

  He wanted to waste no time in getting to her home, now, he wanted to just get out of there. Becca, sensing Luke was tensed from the tiny corners, says confidently, “you are claustrophobic. You are scared of tiny places. It is not a strange thing, you are huge. Don’t worry,” speaking with the mindset of her having an upper hand of the whole situation.

  “Wipe that smile off your pretty face if you still want it to be pretty, woman!”

  “I have a name, you know?”

>   “I don’t care about that right now!”

  Becca hisses softly under her breath as she walks to the door as the telephone still rings. As she squeezes the handle of the door open, she turns back, as she tries to monitor what was happening at her back, she smiles. She opens the door and the land telephone stops ringing. Luke instantly becomes calm. His demeanor automatically changes; he is now no more scared of the tiny suffocating space. He has adapted to his environment—one of the many abilities he inherited from Ambrogio as one of his direct descendants.

  Becca walks to the land telephone as she tries to find a way she could escape her captor, he plans and re-plans all strategies she could use to escape the house. Unknown to Luke, she chose this location to take him because of it was a hideout that was far from everyone she loves and cares about, and that included her Grams—mostly.

  “Hey,” she hears from behind her shoulders, calling her back to the shocking reality that it may very well be hard to evade him. His hunting instincts are rare and very unique. “He is definitely not a human,” she speaks to herself. I know he is not a vampire because he didn’t burn to crisp in the open maize field. It was intentional to keep him there. Her moves since she met him on the plane has been calculated, as all she did so far was to try to figure who or what he was and try to kill him off without him suspecting anything at all. And Luke really never suspected anything, he still doesn’t. All he has seen is a young human female that was cute and too naïve.

  “Who called you,” he inquired with a sense of entitlement, requiring an answer from her.

  “I don’t know, why do you care?” Becca lashes back at him, this time, she doesn’t care about the consequences that may come with her reply.

  With a deep breath, Luke shouts on the top of his voice, “WHY, YOU UNWORTHY HUMAN, HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO ME WITH SO MUCH FILTH IN YOUR MOUTH!!” He asks as he moves to her.