A Vampire Romance Ch. 02

Deep in the night, the moon throws its silver beams downward into the trees, the forest illuminated with light shining thru the branches, making it seem mystical and haunting. The branches move lightly with the wind, throwing their shadows this way and that, causing the forest floor to seem to be dancing to a slow beat. Slowly out of the shadows of the forest, one shadow emerges larger than the others, moving forward at a quickened pace, seeming to hurry to catch the rays of the moon as they play farther and farther afield. This shadow moves with determination, with a singular purpose, it seems, as it bursts from the forest in the shape of a man, his dark clothes flowing behind him as he races towards his goal. His speed is almost too much to be seen clearly; in fact, if one were to close their eyes for a mere second, the shadow would seem to have already gone past, already almost lost to a mortal eye.

The shadow's face darkens and his eyes narrow slightly as he sees his goal looming before him - the house of the sleeping beauty. He has not forgotten her, not forgotten her raven hair, her silky creamy skin, nor has he forgotten her scent, still calling to him in the night. His nostrils flare slightly as he catches that scent upon the night's breeze, stirring the hunger in him. He leaps to her window, gladdened to see it cracked open slightly, as if she knew he would return for her. Slowly, carefully, he enters her chamber, his eyes drawn to her as she sits before her mirror, wearing her nightgown of thin cotton, slowly brushing her raven hair with a silver handled brush. He notes the low burning fire in the fireplace, and the candles melted down almost to their bases, as they must have burned all night. Has the beauty been waiting for him, he wonders? Can she have known that he would return to her this night, as he promised he would, the last time he was in this chamber, the night he kissed her sweet center, tasted her essence? He gazes at her, softly sensuously brushing her long locks, her eyes partly closed, seemingly lost in thought. In the mirror's reflection, he can see her cheeks slightly flushed; making him smile darkly as he wonders what thoughts could she have to cause such a reaction. The black desire returns to his eyes, as he breathes in deeply her scent, her heartbeat faint, yet still calling to him. From the shadowed corner, he whispers into the room, into the candlelight,

"Good evening, my lovely little beauty...I hope you haven't been waiting long..."

As the whispered words come out of the shadows, the beauty jumps to her feet, swirling around to face her danger. A shadow emerges from the corner, stepping into the candlelight...a tall, dark shadow with a soft smile playing about his lips. She takes him in, noting the pale skin, the dark clothes, the black hair...the black eyes gleaming with a soft light as he stands before her, gazing at her with something almost like hunger. She takes a startled breath and one step backward, clutching the brush tightly within her hand as she wonders if she has time to flee. The shadow smiles softly, almost gently, his smile belying the look in his eyes as he murmurs,

"Ah come now, my lovely...surely you hadn't forgotten we have met once before? Close your eyes and remember your dream. Do you remember it, my lovely? Do you remember your shadow lover...do you remember me?"

He smiles with satisfaction as her cheeks flood with color, knowing that yes, she does indeed remember her dream, her dream where he knelt over her, kissing her sweet center, sucking gently on her little clit, tasting her, and promising to return to claim more from her. He watches her face, her eyes growing larger as she realizes that the shadow has emerged from her dreams, to stand before her now, in her candlelit bedchamber, with a smoldering gaze, as he studies her reaction to his words. He raises his hand, beckoning to her to come closer to him.

"Come to me, my beauty...there is no reason to fear. Did I harm you in your dream? No, of course I didn't...in fact; I gave you great pleasure, did I not? So, come to me, little beauty..."

He breathes her scent in deeply, hearing her heartbeat quicken, knowing she is afraid, yet she takes a step closer, then another, the candlelight illuminating her body beneath the thin cotton, her breasts high and firm; the nipples protruding slightly thru the fabric. He extends his hand to her as she comes closer to him, moving slowly with uncertain steps, yet coming to him nonetheless. Taking her small hand in his, he turns her slowly before him, drinking in her beauty, her rounded breasts, her firm legs, the triangle between her thighs, the sweet apple bottomed little ass...her hair, flowing freely down her back, her scent tantalizing him as he turns her back around to face him. He moves closer, taking her chin in his hand, tilting her face upwards to look deep within her eyes, the candlelight causing the green flecks in her eyes to sparkle. He leans in, brushing his cool lips against hers, hers so soft and full, their moistness causing the hunger in him to almost burn with his need for her. He touches her hair softly, gently, tangling his fingers in the silk of it; runs his fingers down her face, the creamy skin like satin beneath his fingers. He traces the outline of her lips, running his thumb over her top lip, her lower lip. He kisses her once more, before whispering,

"Come, my lovely...let us dance."

He chuckles softly as she takes a surprised breath at his words, and taking her within his arms, he leads her slowly about the room, the candlelight throwing shadows along the floor. He keeps one hand at the middle of her back, while holding her small hand within his own, leading her in a slow waltz. He smiles at her questioning look, saying softly,

"We have no need of music, lovely...the beat of your heart is a song sweet like no other, close your eyes, and listen closely...can you hear it, love? Can you hear your heart beating? It is the siren's song, calling to us to dance, to make love in the shadows of the candlelight. Can you hear it now, my sweetling?"

He gathers her closer to him, breathing in deeply the scent of her hair, her skin, letting the sound of her heartbeat wash over him. The scent of her blood reminds him of his hunger, and he kisses her softly on her ruby lips, noting her eyes are still closed and she is allowing him to lead her in the dance. He twirls her slowly around, and stops, standing behind her. He gently raises her arms above her head, holding them there as he takes one hand and trails it softly down her body, grazing the underside of one breast with his fingers, down her stomach, over her hip, down her thigh. He reaches the hem of her cotton shift and draws it slowly upwards, back up her thigh, up over her hip. The cool night air reaches her bared legs, giving her little goose bumps as she feels the chill.

Leaving her arms raised above her head, he reaches down and draws the nightgown up over her body, over her head, leaving her standing nude before him. The candlelight illuminates her skin, and he catches his breath at the sight of her body, her skin like honey, soft and begging to be touched, kissed. He lets his gaze travel down, to her rounded hips, to the crevice between her buttocks, down her legs. He lowers himself to one knee, and kisses the back of her thigh, letting his lips trail upwards towards her ass, kissing her there on one cheek. He bites her gently, once, and then turns her to face him. He drinks in her beauty, her nipples hardening before him, stiffening beneath his gaze. He kisses the hollow of her stomach, right below her bellybutton. Looking up, he sees her eyes partly closed and he smiles. He traces a finger down her leg, slowly, teasingly, then lifts her leg up and drapes it across his shoulder. He hears her sudden intake of breath, and looking back up at her, sees her eyes slightly widen.

Leaning forward, he inhales the scent of her, breathing in deeply. He kisses her slowly, running his tongue around her clit, feeling it swell, harden, sucking on it lightly. He moves his tongue in slow, circular motions, holding her to him with his hands on her hips. He can hear her breathing quicken, and soft moans escaping from her soft lips. Her leg begins to tremble, and he grins to himself, knowing she won't be able to stand much longer, as he continues his pleasurable assault on her little mound, continues his gentle sucking, his caressing with his tongue. He gently kneads her buttocks, holding her to him, keeping her standing upright on the one trembling leg. Her heart is beating faster now, her head thrown back, her sable locks trailing down her back. Her eyes are closed now, and she is lost to the pleasure of his kisses, soft little murmurs coming from her as he increases his tempo, his tongue moving faster. He slowly inserts his tongue into her pussy, tasting her. He smiles again as she moans, knowing she is close. He stands suddenly, and lifts her in his arms, carrying her to the bed. She lets out a startled cry, but he whispers to her,

"Shhh, lovely... shhh...Let me lay you down here, and I will bring you further pleasure."

She wraps her arms around his neck and clings to him as he lowers her to the bed. He kisses her softly on her sweet moist lips. Standing back, he sheds his clothes quickly, all the while gazing at her laying on the bed, her skin aglow in the candlelight, her legs drawn up slightly, her eyes still partly closed as she feels her body wanting something, her nipples stiff and erect. Lowering himself alongside her, he breathes her scent in deeply, letting it wash over him...the scent of her hair, the light scent of soap from her bath, the tantalizing scent of her blood. He closes his eyes and listens to her heartbeat, its siren song soothing him as he cups her face in his hand and kisses her softly, deeply. He says softly,

"My little lovely, my little sleeping beauty...I shall have you this night. I told you before we were not yet done, and I keep my promises. And, my little lovely...we have only just begun..."

Slowly reaching out, he lets his fingertips graze the tips of her nipples lightly, smiling as they harden quickly. He flicks one with his tongue, letting it play slowly, gently in a circle, sucking on it lightly. He moves up and kisses her softly on her rose colored lips, sucking on them softly, inserting his tongue between them and touching her tongue with his. He sucks on it softly, and tangles his fingers in her hair. He kisses her for a while longer; letting her body relax, her breathing deepen as she moves slowly beneath him. He kisses her on her jaw line, moving down to her neck, giving little kisses on each side. He can feel her pulse beating beneath his mouth and takes a deep breath, letting it soothe him, letting the scent of her blood fill his senses. He runs his tongue down the valley between her breasts, stopping only to flick each nipple lightly with his tongue. Down her stomach he travels, licking, kissing...inhaling her scent, letting it consume him.

He watches her face, watches her eyes flutter, as her desire builds within her, listens to her breathing quicken as he kisses her right above the little triangle between her legs. He stops, sliding his hands over her hips, down her thighs, around under her knees, down to her ankles. Grasping them, he raises her legs over his shoulders, and kneels between her spread thighs. He reaches under her, and cradles her ass in his hands, lifting her up slightly, bringing her towards his mouth. He breathes in deeply, her scent arousing him. Slowly, tantalizingly slowly, he leans forward and flicks her clit with his tongue. He smiles as she gives a sudden jump, her body jerking lightly as he tastes her once more.

He kisses the inside of her thigh, licking it softly, tenderly, moving to the other side, he repeats his motions, moving further upwards this time. Flicking her clit once more with his tongue, he grasps it in his lips and sucks hard on it, holding her still as she bucks in his hands. He increases the tempo even further, licking and pulling on her clit, knowing her passion is building, that she is close, but not ready to give her what she wants just yet. Again, he pulls his mouth back from her, letting her body start to slow itself, her breathing just beginning to even out. She is moaning softly, little gasps emerging from her lips, her body tense and frustrated as it wants more. She reaches out with her hands, seeking him, wanting to bring him closer to her, wanting to feel him against her once again. He smiles his dark smile as she crosses her ankles around his neck, trying to pull him closer.

"Ah, my lovely...so full of passion you are. Do you like it when I kiss your little clit? When I lick it, when I suck on it? Do you like that, little love?"

Smiling, he asks, "What about when I stick my tongue deep in your pussy?"

And leaning in, he sticks his tongue deep within her, moving it slowly, teasing her with his movements. Her taste enflames him, he knows he won't be able to hold back much longer, his tightly controlled senses beginning to rage within him, as her scent, her taste envelope him. She is moaning softly now, her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer and closer still. He sucks hard on her clit once more, just enough to bring her to the edge, and leaning back, smiles softly as he sees her eyes darkening, narrowing as she realizes he is not going to let her reach her release once again. Letting his hands travel up her sides, he caresses her breasts, running his thumbs over her stiff nipples, moving them in circles as he leans forward and kisses her deeply on her soft, moist lips. He feels her inhale deeply as she tastes herself on his lips.

"Do you not taste lovely, my sweet? Do you see now why I had to return to claim you, to taste you, to feel you once more?"

His eyes black with desire, he watches her face, her own eyes slightly closed, her body as tense as a violin string, thrumming with desire, with need, her skin warm to the touch, her scent calling to him. Her blood is hot under her skin, he can feel it as he strokes her, caresses her, as he pulls her gently towards him, her legs wrapped around his waist. He caresses her back, running his hands down her and then back up, he leans in and kisses her again, deeper, harder, his own need brimming at the surface. Her eyes are closed now, as she sighs into his kisses, her body still so tense, so full of passion, of desire. His fangs descending, he continues his kisses, softly, so softly, down her jawbone, down her neck, her scent driving him wild with his own need, her skin so soft and warm under his lips. He whispers,

"My sweet, my little beauty...you enflame me, you are so lovely...I desire you, my love, and I must have you..."

Laying her back against the bed, the pillows and sheets cradling her, he looms above her, kissing her gently, sucking on her neck softly as he nudges her thighs apart with his knee, his fingers tangled in her hair, bringing her mouth to his, kissing her deeply as he poises himself above her, his hard cock aching with the need to bury itself deep within her. He holds still for a moment, gazing upon her beautiful face, her skin so warm, and her lashes fluttering softly against the creamy skin of her cheeks. He smiles slowly, the candlelight illuminating his fangs as he gazes at her.

"Now, my sweet, my little sleeping beauty...now, I will have you."

He kisses her on her sweet lips, deeply, hard, as he slides his cock deep within her pussy, so warm and wet around him, encasing him tightly. As he fills her, he hears her sudden intake of breath as she feels him inside her, moving slowly. He knows her body is still tightly wound, her passion and desire still begging for a release. He increases his tempo, moving within her a little faster, a little harder, a little deeper. He feels the walls of her pussy tight around him, encasing him warmly within her. As he slides in and out of her, moving steadily, he kisses her warm lips, breathing in her breath as she moans lightly against his lips.

Her body is moving under him, matching his rhythm, taking him deeper into her with each stroke. He can feel her nipples against his chest, hard, rubbing against him with each movement. He moves deeper within her, stretching her walls, filling her. Her body is so warm under him, around him, her blood racing with her desire, her passions; her scent calling to him to take her further. Her arms wrap themselves around his neck, pulling him closer to her as he kisses her neck gently, licking and sucking on it softly. He reaches down, between them, and finds her clit with his finger, rubbing it, circling it...matching his finger to the tempo of his cock, pulsating deep within her. Her body is bucking now under him, her movements almost wild, as she reaches that crescendo once more, on the edge, her body raging with need, wanting release. He continues his movements with his finger on her clit, so hard now, swelled with passion, as he moves faster within her, his own body raging with the feel of her around him, taking him in deeper, her scent washing over him, the scent of her blood, her passion, a sweet fragrance like none other.

Raising his head slightly, he looks deep within her eyes, the green flecks in them dancing from the candlelight. She meets his gaze; letting herself be consumed by the need she sees in his black eyes. She knows him for what he is, knows that he desires all of her, and she is no longer afraid. She slowly moves her head to the side, exposing her neck. He smiles, a dark smile, a sensuous smile and his fangs fully extend. He continues to move within her, a steady tempo, increasing in speed, burying himself so deep inside her. He can feel her body tensing under him, around him, knowing she is close, on the edge of her explosion. He whispers to her,

"Are you ready, my sweet?"

Watching her lower her gaze to his fangs, he lets her scent consume him completely, her blood running so hot, so sweetly. He moves faster within her, deeper, rubbing her clit with his finger, he lowers his mouth to her neck, kissing her there. And as her body moves under him, writhing in passion, and as he thrusts his cock deeply within her, he bites her, tasting her fully at last. And as she takes a sudden breath at the intensity of the bite, the sharp pain as his fangs break her skin, and as her eyes fly open, the green specks flickering wildly in the candlelight, he sucks on her blood, drawing her into him, filling himself with the true essence of her, the taste so sweet, so lovely.

And they move together, he deep inside her, she tightly encasing him within her, her arms wrapped around his neck, holding his mouth to her neck, her legs wrapped around his waist, moving together... they complete their dance, exploding together, her heart beating wildly as her body reaches its pinnacle, his eyes blackened and glowing softly as he drinks from her. Lifting his mouth from her neck, he kisses her softly on her moist lips, feeling her body calming under him, her breathing slowing, her heart quieter; her scent still so lovely to him. He presses his lips to her forehead and whispers,

"My sweet little love, I adore you... thank you, sweetling, for dancing with me..."