The Dawn of Wynter Ch. 04

Zara thought she would go mad at the slow pace he was setting. Her pussy was aching with the need to feel him fill her to the core. She felt her walls clench and unclench every time he bit or licked her. She was so aroused at the moment that all he had to do was blow a puff of air on her and she would come apart right there. He had other things in mind however as he repeated the same ministrations to her other leg. She moaned when he once again reached the tender skin of her inner thigh.

She pulled one leg back and pushed her heel into the centre of his chest, causing him to sit back slightly, "Philippe, if you do not fuck me right this second I may just kill you, I swear it," she growled again, her hands fisting the sheets beneath her. She was so tense as her body built up to orgasm torturously slow.

"Soon enough ma petit, but I'm not done tasting all you body has to offer," he said in a low husky tone, as he pushed her leg to the side and inhaled in the scent of her.

He blew against her wet and waiting pussy, once again playing with fire before finally taking mercy on her. She let out a throaty scream as his tongue snaked out to taste her juices. The second his tongue flicked against her clit, she came apart, the sensation too much for her to bear. She exploded in his mouth as her body shook with the force of her orgasm and the moment the first drop landed on his tongue, he went into frenzy. He drank her sweet nectar greedily as she curled her fingers into his hair. He loved pleasuring women, but nothing compared to the feeling of watching Zara come apart in his mouth.

"You taste so divine, Zara. I want more, I want to taste you all night," he whispered huskily.

He didn't stop as she came, instead he continued loving her pussy with his mouth and tongue. His fingers pushed her lips apart as he flicked his tongue against her clit once more, causing her head to rock from side to side, and small moans escaping her lips. Her hands, still curled into his hair, were pushing him down harder on her pussy, wanting his mouth glued to her clit. He flicked his tongue against her repeatedly, before pulling her small lips into his mouth, sucking on and then the other. She was lost in the sensations he was giving her, lost in the intoxicating feeling of needing to come once more.

She hadn't come down from the first earth shattering orgasm before she could feel the second building, the tension deep in her stomach. All the suspense he had worked up had her whole body tensing with the promise of sinful release once more. He licked from her sopping wet opening, fucking her with his tongue, before licking all the way to the bundle of oversensitive nerves, and Zara arched her back as he finally gave her what she needed.

He clamped his mouth over her hard nub and sucked it deep into his mouth, all the while running his tongue over it. His finger slid inside her at the same moment curving into her tight and wet walls. He thrust in and out over and over again with his long thick meaty finger before sliding a second inside her, stretching her, preparing her for his thick cock. Her tight walls were clamping around his fingers, trying to keep them inside her. As he thrust into her, he found the other bundle of nerves deep inside her and caressed it, coaxing her to blissful release.

It was all Zara could take and she exploded right there in his hands for the second time, her hips pushing off the bed, but he pushed her back down with the palm of his other hand as her fingers pulled his hair, screaming in pleasure. Philippe didn't stop as he licked up all her juices, savouring every last drop until she came down from the high. She was breathless as he crawled back up her body, his cock nudging at her slick entrance.

"I'm going to fuck you all night chérie, make you come over and over again until you cannot stand it anymore," he whispered in her ear as he rubbed his hard cock from her entrance, coating himself in her juices, and then running the tip up to her clit. She moaned as she circled it once, twice, and three times ever so slowly before sliding back down to her waiting entrance. Without hesitation, he thrust into her in one quick long stroke, filling her completely. Her breath hitched slightly as he slid into the sweet, wet depths of her.

They both groaned as he sheathed himself in her core, at the feeling of him stretching her, his cock pulsing as she felt every ridge of him caressing her walls. God he felt so perfect inside her. He held himself there, relishing the feeling as he leaned down and pulled her lips to his, his tongue reaching out to taste her once more, a taste he found he couldn't grow tired of. Zara tasted herself on his lips as his tongue sought hers out.

He began moving his hips, sliding in and out slowly, as he kissed her deeply. She brought her legs up to wrap around his waist, allowing him to delve deeper inside her. She grasped his arms, her nails digging into his skin as his shaft rubbed against her clit every other stroke, as he angled his hips to ensure she was getting as much pleasure as possible. Zara felt the familiar tingling once more, the building of tension deep in her abdomen as he began plunging harder and faster. The sound of their skin making contact echoed in the room, followed by Zara's moans and his grunts as he pushed himself as deep as he could into her.

"You feel so perfect wrapped around my cock, amour," he panted with every thrust, as he picked up the pace. Over and over he delved into her sweet depths, now pulling out completely before thrusting himself home. He leaned his head lower and took her nipple into his mouth and sucked the bud deep, causing Zara to cry out. She shifted slightly so that she was now sitting up, her legs still wrapped around his waist, her hands on his shoulders in a lotus as she pressed herself against his chest, rocking her hips with his, meeting his demand to be buried inside her.

He reached down between them and began rubbing her clit once more, in perfect time to each deep thrust. She was close he could feel it; her pussy was tightening around his cock, trying to pull him deeper, to keep him inside her. He watched as his cocked disappeared into her over and over again, the sight even more beautiful that he had ever imagined. He looked into her face, her head was thrown back, her eyes closed and her mouth was open, in an 'O' in the midst of her pleasure as she held on to his shoulders.

"Open your eyes amour, look at me when you come," he growled.

Her eyes flew open and she gazed into his which were now burning gold for her. Zara was so feral at the moment all she could think of was the one thing she wanted to taste from the moment she set eyes on Philippe, and damn the consequences. Without thinking, their primal instincts taking over, both mindless in the pleasure as they fucked feverishly against one another, they leaned into the other's neck and slid their long fangs into the paper thin skin, breaking open the floodgates and tasting each other's blood.

As the hot liquid rolled on her tongue, Zara was hit with the feeling of energy consuming her once more, as it had the first night they met and every time since, only this time it enhanced every feeling in her body. She never thought she could feel closer to a man that in that moment, every thrust was a pleasure of unspeakable depth. Philippe moaned as her blood slid into his mouth the taste of it so divine and unusual, intoxicating him as he too felt his senses heightened. They both felt every breath, every ridge, and every drop of sweat trickling down their slickened bodies. Every sense was heightened tenfold and nothing went unnoticed in that instant. As they exchanged their life's essence the world stopped, and for a moment something fell over them, covering their entangled bodies with a force older and more powerful than they could have imagined.

As they reveled in the sensations of what surrounded them while fucking like wild creatures, they both sucked deeper, drinking in the hot liquid, forever changing the bond they held. With one final unfathomably deep thrust, Philippe squeezed her clit, sending her over the edge, her body spasmed around his cock as she wrenched her lips from the crook of his neck and yelled his name, her fingers clawing at his back. He felt her pussy clamp down around him and that combined with the feeling of her nails digging into his back, it was all he could do before he let out a roar, screaming her name as he came undone. She milked his cock as thick ropes of hot come spurting deep inside of her, coating her completely.

They collapsed in each other's arms, lying still like that for some time, drunk in the aftermath of their love making, hugging each other and panting as her pussy quivered around his shaft, the last bits of her orgasm fading away. He shifted them so that he lay on his back with her sprawled out above him. His hands were caressing her back, moving up and down her spine slowly. She stretched her body, like a cat and practically purred in satisfaction.

"Philippe..." she mumbled tiredly, her head lay against his chest, and she could hear his heart beat beneath her ear.

"Yes, chérie?"

He looked down at her when she didn't reply and he realized she had fallen asleep, her breathing calm and even. With a chuckle, he pulled the sheets over them, his arms closing around her small waist. She was incredible, nothing like he had ever experienced before, and he found that now that he had her, he didn't want to let her go. He had thought once would be enough but he realized that it would never be enough. How would he convince her though? Her hesitation earlier was a clear sign she didn't expect this to go any further than tonight.

The realization that they had shared blood suddenly hit him. It had been an unworldly experience the moment they bit into each other. The intensity of it had him breathless, and slightly scared. They were bound for the rest of their existence, whether she liked it or not. He was positive come morning she wouldn't be quite as peaceful as she was now when the memory of what they had just done would hit her.

He sighed, that would have to wait, for now he contented himself in lying with her, feeling her warmth on him as she slept. She had been exhausted to begin with, and that session had taken the last of her energy. They slept soundly for some time, but she woke later in the night her mouth wrapped around the length of Philippe, waking him in the best way he knew and they picked up where they had left off...five times. No, Philippe, would not give this up for anything.

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Zara stood in the vast room once again. It was dark, no light penetrating the space. Even with her supernatural vision, the darkness pressed on her eyes, and all her senses were alert. It was somehow different this time. She could sense it, she wasn't afraid as usual. She felt calm, a bit of excitement thrummed through her body. She knew it was time.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, she recognized its bright glimmer. She began making her way to it, as she always did, her footsteps echoing around her. The closer she got the harder the thrumming in her body became, as if her entire being were alive, connected to whatever lay in front of her. It fed off the strange glimmer in the room. Her arm was outstretched, as if to touch it. She waited for Xander to appear, to stop her, but he never came. She stopped to look around thinking maybe he was hiding, but he was nowhere to be seen. She turned back to the center of the room and began walking again. The closer she got, the clearer the objects at the center became.

There was a large round table carved from the most beautiful wood she had ever seen. Three thick wooden legs curved from the floor and supported a large round table top. A lighter coloured wood was inset into the rich dark wood in such a pattern it seemed impossible for it to be made by any creature on this earth. There were no seams or bumps, it was smooth and shiny and at the center of the table was a gilded chest in beautiful filigree patterns. There was script scrawled across the face of the lid, in Latin. The curve of the letters blended so well with the filigree that she almost hadn't seen it.

She gasped as she read it, the intricate curve of the letters shone as if they had a life of their own. Ex caelos ut orbis terrarum, ex eternus quod ultra, ex radix ut lux lucis , habitum infinitus per iunctus vis vires. She read the words out loud, as she had many times; they rolled off her tongue naturally. Toni had said it was a spell she had created just for her, how could they be here in this place? Because you're dreaming you idiot, she thought to herself. But something just felt strange; it was as if her brain was trying to tell her something. She thought of the words etched on the box...from the heavens to the earth, from the eternal and beyond, from the Source to the light, hold the infinite with joined strength.

How could this be? They were the same words etched for eternity on her ring. She looked down at her trembling hand to see the ring resting on her finger as it had always been and then back at the box. Suddenly something caught her attention. In the heart of the golden cube was a shallow groove, as if some stone had fallen from it. When she ran her hands over the box, it thrummed beneath her fingers, as if it sensed she was close by.

As she tried to open it, she realized quickly that it was locked. Damn it. She had never come this far in her dream, and to be stopped short by a silly key drove her mad, even in her subconscious state of mind. She stood studying the box for what seemed like an eternity, but time was strange here so she couldn't be sure exactly how long she stood there. And then just like that, her hand happened to rest in such a way that she saw it so clear before her. The ring! It was the key!

She pulled it off her finger in a flash and with a shaky hand she pushed it into the groove. It clicked perfectly and she watched in awe as the filigree shifted, like hundreds of thin snakes retreating inwards, it curved and swiveled until a loud click echoed across the room signaled it had been unlocked. Zara released a breath she hadn't realized she was holding and stepped closer, her hand resting on the lid. Why was she hesitating? Her whole life she had been frustrated at always being denied the ability to see what stood beyond this damned room. She inhaled deeply before she lifted the lid slowly.

Zara's eyes flew open as she woke suddenly to a searing pain in her left shoulder. Her body was drenched in sweat; her breathing was heavy, as the pain continued to burn. It felt like someone was pressing a hot poker into her skin. She let out an anguished moan into her pillow. What the hell was going on? She couldn't hold it in anymore and let out a guttural roar and pushed herself off the bed and ran stumbling to the bathroom on weak legs. Somewhere beyond the pain she heard Philippe call her name, worry slick on his voice.

Never before had she felt so...sick. She collapsed against the marble vanity in front of her, her knuckles going white as she clenched the edge trying to keep herself up and looked at her reflection. Her hair was matted onto the side of her face and her eyes looked like they were going dim. There was no other word for it, as if the light in them was being turned down. Her skin glistened with sweat. She clutched her body as she turned to see what was causing her so much pain.

Her eyes grew wide with shock as she let out a gasp. On the top of her shoulder blade, an intricate symbol seemed to have burned itself into her skin. It shone like mother of pearl against her skin, but felt like the fires of the deepest depths of hell. She was sucking in deep breaths trying to understand what was happening to her and why the hell a mysterious symbol just burned itself onto her skin. Before she could let out another pained moan however, she lost control of her legs and collapsed to the floor, just as Philippe burst into the bathroom.

"Philippe, what's ha -- happening to me?" she choked out, trying to crawl to him, barely able to move from the agony she was feeling blazing across her back.

"Zara, what's going on, what -- " his questions caught in his throat as he watched ancient symbols burn into her skin, as if some invisible scribe was writing on her with a searing hot pen.

He cursed, looking around, trying to find something to help her. The fear in his eyes was unmistakable, before he pushed it away and she saw reason and calm return to him. He called out for Antoinette. She lay there confused and writhing in agony. Antoinette was half way across the world, what could she do now? She didn't see a cell phone on him in order to call her.

There was a strange shift in the air around them and suddenly Antoinette was at Zara's side, as she screamed in agony. Antoinette ran to her instantly, crouching next to her collapsed body, her hands pushing back her sweat soaked hair, and looking at her with such worry etched on her face. Zara was in so much pain, she couldn't process the fact the Antoinette had somehow materialized out of thin air.

"Oh Zara, I thought I would have more time! This is happening much sooner than I anticipated!" she ranted hurriedly, Zara had no idea what she was talking about, she just wanted the pain to stop.

"Please, Toni! Make it stop!!" she was yelling at the top of her lungs now, clenching her teeth, she drew ragged breaths; the pain was spreading further down her back. It felt like a million white hot searing needles were stabbing her skin repeatedly. She saw Antoinette's eyes grow wide, and in their reflection she saw her own eyes, that had previously been dim, were now shining brighter than ever before, and casting a light across the room. It was then that the most unbearable pain began and it was all she could to hold in her screams. She heard footsteps and Kai's voice yelling something.

"I can't do anything Kai! This is out of my hands now."

"What do you mean now, Toni?" Stefâne's voice asked.

Zara sucked in a deep breath and let out an ear piercing scream, which caused the mirror in front of them to shatter, as million more knives were digging into her skin, until she couldn't bear it anymore. The last thing she saw were four sets of eyes staring down at her; fear plastered on all their faces and then everything went black.