Incarnations of Immortality
By The Bear!
Disclaimer: See Prologue
After Nick had Scully practice her ‘Whammy’ on a few of the homeless
denizens of the street he took her with him to the precinct so that he could
talk to the captain about some time off.
As Nick was in the captain’s office, she sat at his desk and looked
around the precinct. She wondered
how many times she had been in homicide departments, similar to this one,
working on a case, or following one of Mulder’s far-fetched leads.
“Three hundred and thirty seven,” she suddenly realized as her newly
found perfect memory quickly shunted through each and every one of them in a
blur of images.
“You forgot to mention perfect recall, Nick,” she thought.
She had always envied Mulder’s ability to remember everything; whereas
he had thought of it almost as a curse. Thinking
back on Nick’s memories of the horrors he had committed in his immortal youth,
she could see Mulder’s point. She
herself could remember in exact detail her own recent murderous behavior.
“You were right Mulder. No
matter how we dress it up in circumstance, it is still murder,” she thought.
She closed her eyes and leaned back in Nick’s chair.
He was still blocking her link with Mulder, and all she saw was the
insides of her eyelids. The rest of
her senses, however, were almost overloaded with the activity around her.
She could hear the heartbeats of the detectives working around her.
She could smell the perfume of their blood singing in their veins.
Even though it called out to the vampire in her, she found that she could
easily control it. She had fed well
before she and Nick had flown here, “Plus, when you have filet mignon waiting
at home, you don’t find ground chuck all that tempting,” she thought.
“What do you mean by that?” Nick asked her as he approached the desk,
questioning her unspoken comment.
Scully opened her eyes and regarded her ‘master’ for a moment before
answering. “The stuff in the
bottle satisfies the hunger, but it is not as good as it is ‘straight from the
tap’ as it were,” she evaded.
“That’s true, but you weren’t thinking of the bottled product, were
you?” Nick asked as he stood in front of her, arms folded across his chest.
“Even from the source, I can’t imagine regular human blood coming
close to Mulder’s,” she mused with a sigh, the wonder and desire evident in
her voice. “When I drink from him,
it’s like fire running through my soul. He
burns into me and it’s as though I can feel him in each individual cell in my
body.” She shivered slightly as
her perfect memory replayed their last encounter for her.
“I don’t know if it’s his love, his immortality, or both; but I
think Mulder has spoiled me for anything or anyone else; even your blood, Nick.
I know when I drink from you that it is the blood of my maker, and I can
tell that it’s different, certainly better than human, but it’s just not
like Mulder.”
Nick could feel the pleasure/desire emanating from her.
He was awed at the strength of the bond Dana had with her lover.
He hoped that he and Natalie would have something similar.
Scully shook herself out of her reverie, “Did you get your vacation
squared away Nick?” she asked as she stood before her Father in Darkness.
She giggled at that thought, ‘Father in Darkness,’
“Dark Daddy.” She thought to him.
“Impudent Childé!” he thought back to her with a mock growl.
He couldn’t keep the grin off of his face entirely, though. He
was relieved that she and Mulder had so quickly accepted some of the darker
aspects of their new reality without falling into the despondency that had
haunted him for so long.
Scully sobered slightly, saying, “I think the difference might be that
Mulder and I have each other to remind us that we aren’t monsters.
At that time, LaCroix wanted you to act like a monster, and you didn’t
have anyone to tell you differently.”
“Never forget, Dana, that we have that monster inside us and we must
keep it under tight control, or it will dominate us,” Nick whispered.
“We had that darkness in us even before we were changed, Nick.
I know it has been so long ago, but surely you remember having to fight
the darkness in your soul, even before you changed.” Scully said.
“Yes, that’s true, it’s just more powerful now.” He replied.
“You’re right, Nick. But
now we are more powerful as well,” she replied.
Nick changed the subject, “Anyway, to answer your question, Yes.
I got the vacation. Now we
need to see if Nat can get hers, and we will be set.”
“What did you tell your captain?” Scully asked.
“I didn’t have to tell him anything,
Scully chortled at that. “I
take it she doesn’t keep secrets well?” she said as they stopped and looked
around to be sure no one was watching.
“Oh, she can keep a secret when she thinks it is important, like the
truth about vampires. But for
everything else, she is an inveterate gossip,” he replied, smiling down at
her.
Scully suddenly realized how close they were to one another, and how their
low conversation and continuous eye contact must appear to everyone else around
them. She could hear their increased
pulse-rates, and she could feel everyone in the precinct staring at them.
Nick heard the sudden lull in conversation around them and realized that
he and Dana were standing in each other’s personal space, carrying on an
intimate conversation. He closed his
eyes and groaned softly, “I can hear the rumor mill gearing up now, Dana.”
Scully laughed and said, “Oh come on, Daddy, lets have some fun with
them. It’s not as if Natalie is
going to have a problem with it,” she said as she stepped closer to him, until
they were almost touching. She
wrapped her arm around his waist and tried to lead him out.
Nick stood there, staring down at his daughter.
“Oh you are a brash, impetuous childé.”
He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and allowed her to tug him out of
the precinct. It was all he could do
not to laugh out-loud at the whispers he heard starting up behind them as they
left.
Scully didn’t restrain herself. She
heard some of the comments and laughed out loud.
When he looked at her with eyebrows raised, she said, “No offense
intended Nick- Natalie is a lovely woman, but the thought of having sex with her
doesn’t do anything for me at all; and the idea of sex with you seems almost
incestuous- let alone having you both at once!”
Nick did laugh at that. He
then paused for a moment, as if trying to come to a decision.
He had his arms crossed, with his left hand against his mouth like ‘The
Thinker’. After a minute, he
seemed to come to a decision. He
said, “Now, we are going to practice something important; something very
dangerous as well. You will need to
exercise an enormous amount of control over your hunger, and your bloodlust.”
Scully was intrigued, “What are we going to do?”
As he took to the sky, Nick answered her question, “Hunt.”
========== X-FILES ========== FOREVER KNIGHT ========== HIGHLANDER ==========
Natalie snuck up on Grace as she was intently looking at some sample
slides. “Evening Grace,” Natalie
whispered in her ear.
“Good Lord, Girl!” Grace said after jumping halfway out of her seat.
“You like to have frightened a year off my life!”
She stood up and turned around, hands on her hips and mock glaring at the
unrepentant woman in front of her. She
then noticed the tall good-looking man with Natalie.
“Who’s this fine young man? You
finally get tired of waiting for Detective Knight to come to his senses?”
Mulder guffawed at that, and at seeing Natalie’s blush.
“No Ma’am, just keeping Nick’s fiancé company while she takes care
of a few things,” he said, waiting for the look of shock and surprise that he
expected after Natalie’s briefing on Grace during their ride from the Raven.
He wasn’t disappointed.
“What did he just call you?!” Grace practically shouted, gripping her
shoulders and turning Natalie to face her.
Natalie couldn’t keep the big, goofy grin off of her face as she lifted
her left hand up for Grace’s inspection. “He
finally came to his senses,” She replied.
Grace grabbed Natalie's hand and brought the ring up for a closer
inspection. “Good Lord, girl.
That man don’t do anything by halves, does he?” she said as she
brought her eyes up from the ring to Natalie’s face.
Even though slightly embarrassed she couldn’t help but say, “No, he
does *everything* over-the-top.”
Grace laughed at that. “When’s
the wedding, dear?”
Still
“Lord above, Girl! That’s
awfully fast, isn’t it? Can you
plan a wedding in 2 weeks?” Grace asked, stunned.
“Well, it’s not going to be formal, we will just have a few friends
and some extended family, not a big church wedding.”
Natalie’s smile turned into a sly grin, “besides, now that he’s
pulled his head out, I’m not letting him change his mind!”
Mulder laughed out loud at that, and Grace joined him.
Natalie realized that she hadn’t even introduced Mulder to Grace.
“I’m sorry; Grace, this is Agent Mulder with the FBI; Mulder, this is
Grace Balthazar, my assistant.”
“Oh? Is there a new case you guys are working on?
I hadn’t heard anything.” Grace
began.
“No, my partner and I are actually on vacation.”
Mulder answered. We’re
going to stick around for the wedding.”
“Friends or extended family?” Grace wondered aloud, arching her brow,
clearly interested in this faucet of Natalie’s life that she was previously
unaware of.
Natalie jumped in, afraid of what Mulder might say, “Would you like the
hot lights and rubber hose now, Grace? Or
are you waiting for a more opportune point in the interrogation?” she said
with a smile and a laugh. “Dana,
Mulder’s partner, is related to Nick. Kind
of like a distant niece.”
Grace gave Natalie a look, like she was humoring her by dropping it for
now, but would be back to revisit the subject later, “Mm Hmm.
What are you doing in tonight, Natalie?
I didn’t expect you back yet.”
“I just came in to get some vacation arranged.
We’ve got plans to make, and a honeymoon to enjoy afterward.” Natalie
said; her goofy grin back in place. Plus
she knew that nothing would sidetrack her assistant like sexual innuendo.
Grace smiled openly and teased, “I bet you’re not waiting for the
honeymoon!”
Natalie put on a straight face and deadpanned, “Well, practice makes
perfect.”
“I heard that!” Grace said, ever the relationship cheerleader.
“You get yourself situated and be sure I get an invite when you figure
out where you’re having it! The
wedding, I mean. You can just tape
the honeymoon.”
Mulder cackled at that, not able to contain himself at the look on
Natalie’s face.
Natalie rolled her eyes at Mulder’s antics and said, “Oh, you are
*bad* Grace!”
“You know it!” she agreed.
========== X-FILES ========== FOREVER KNIGHT ========== HIGHLANDER ==========
Methos was checking the database, trying to figure out who might have been
involved in the fight from which he had seen the quickening.
There were actually several in the province besides himself, Mac, and
Froag. As he was perusing the db, an
update on one Willy Williams came through. His
watcher, Ken Baker, was relatively new to the group and this was only his second
charge. His first had been a very
young one, only a couple of years as an immortal.
He died in the first 6 months and Baker had been reassigned to Williams.
Willy was about 250 years old, and was a real piece of work.
He had been an indentured servant brought over from
“I guess he learned his lesson at last,” Methos thought as he read the
narrative of the battle that ended Willy Williams’ tenure among the Immortals.
As he continued to read, he began to get a feeling that this was not
entirely right. The description of
the fight seemed pretty routine, but some of the details didn’t fit.
By the time he had gotten to the part about the woman with long curly
black hair in a green Cadillac; and the two taking the body and head with them,
Methos began to think that this entire narrative was a sham.
He reread the vague description of the immortal that took Williams’
head and thought of a new immortal that fit that description perfectly.
“That would make the longhaired woman Natalie Lambert,” he thought.
“That can’t be right, Mulder doesn’t even have a sword, does he?”
he asked himself. Methos ran a quick
check to find out where Baker was staying, and took off, deciding to go speak to
him face to face.
========== X-FILES ========== FOREVER KNIGHT ========== HIGHLANDER ==========
Halfway through the fifth bottle, her stomach appeased, a new hunger
overtook her. Through their newly
forged link,
Vachon watched
“Not at all Querida,” he replied.
“I just thought we might want to get out of bed while it is still
night,” he joked. “Seriously
Trace, We need to get some basics covered if you want to be able to go back to
work in a week.”
“Seriously? When have you
ever taken anything seriously, Vachon?” she pouted, clearly wanting to lie
about for a while longer.
Vachon realized that they seemed to have switched roles.
“I take you seriously,
Her every nerve ending was hypersensitive to sexual stimulation.
Vachon felt the desires and emotions running rampant through his childé,
stirring his own, and relented slightly. He
looked back over his shoulder and smiled at her when he saw her eyes fixed on
his backside, “Aren’t you going to join me?” he asked.
She leapt out of bed and attacked his mouth with a searing kiss, stroking
his fangs with her tongue and digging her nails into the object of her
attention. She didn’t know what it
was about this man, but somehow he inflamed her desire like no one else had ever
before. Even in her most erotic
fantasies she hadn’t imagined being so eager and hungry for sex.
While she wasn’t a prude, she hadn’t really been a particularly
sexual creature. She slept with her
boyfriends in the past more for their benefit than hers.
When she did orgasm it was usually at her own hand.
Typically, it was brief and, while pleasant enough, certainly nothing to
write home about.
With Vachon, she *was* sex: hot, steamy, and wet.
When she came, it was like she was on fire, burning from the inside out.
No one had ever made her feel like that, and she was very rapidly
becoming addicted. These feelings
and desires made her want to do things that she had never wanted to do before.
She had never been especially fond of oral sex, usually reserving it for
birthdays and Christmas, if she was in a relationship at the time.
It wasn’t that she found it especially distasteful, just that she
didn’t take much pleasure in it. With
Vachon she was learning that it could be just as pleasurable to give head as to
receive it.
Vachon felt
Vachon heard her respond through their link; “Hmm, do you care?”
“Nuh Ohhhh,” was all he could reply as she took him all the way into
her throat and began to lave his balls with her tongue.
Not having to breathe certainly made an already good thing even more
enjoyable. She refused to slide more
than halfway off of him before gobbling him back down, increasing her pace, and
grabbing his ass to encourage his thrusts. Vachon
was wracked by guilt and desire. If
he had initiated this activity, or even suggested it he would have fully
expected to be slapped for being a misogynist pig; especially with a
‘modern’ woman like
She felt like a harlot, but she found his reaction to her attentions so
stimulating that she couldn’t help herself.
She was enjoying this almost as much as he was.
As Vachon bit down on her wrist,
Vachon fell back against the doorframe, utterly spent.
“Woman, You’re going to kill me yet,” Vachon thought as he staggered
off after her, waiting for the vampire’s recuperative powers to kick in.
It was after 11 by the time the couple made it outside of the church to
begin
========== X-FILES ========== FOREVER KNIGHT ========== HIGHLANDER ==========
She had done it. It was very
hard to stop in time, and she could tell that Nick was just about to pull her
off forcefully, but she managed to stop. She
could still hear his heart beating rapidly in fear, even though he was
unconscious. “Good!
The bastard should be afraid!” she said.
Nick chuckled, “I almost thought you weren’t going to stop there for a
moment, Dana.”
“I think it was more rage than hunger, Nick.
I was so pissed off that he thought he could do that to me!” she
answered.
Nick had taken her to what he described as the seediest bar in
“You are hunting, Dana. I
would never teach you to hunt innocents, and we are not here to kill anyone.
However, you will, essentially, be committing assault and battery.
Therefore, we will be choosing prey that warrants such treatment, or
rather, you will be letting your prey choose you.
“What do you mean?” Scully asked.
“Sexual predators are plentiful, easy to find, and who better to suffer
a little turnabout? All you have to
do is hang out for a while, be seen; be seen to be alone and ‘vulnerable’
and then walk out and see who follows.” Nick
said. “I will be out back.
Come around before you let your prey get close and I’ll help you if you
need it.”
She knew that he meant that he would help her to stop from killing her
prey, not that she’d require any help defending herself.
She went in and nursed a drink for a little while, pretending to drink,
while she surveyed the crowd. It
didn’t take long to pick out two or three who were eyeing her like their next
meal. She would have felt nervous in
this place even with a gun before her change.
Now she could feel the predator in her becoming excited in anticipation.
She also knew that she could control it.
Mulder’s immortal blood had given her control unheard of in a fledgling
vampire. She knew from her link with
Nick that, with the vibe of barely constrained violence in the air, and the
smell of mortal blood that filled the room, most newborns would be tearing into
the crowd with unrestrained ferocity. She
again thanked God for the gift that was her lover.
Not only did he make her a happy, well-adjusted person, he also helped
her to be a happy, well-adjusted vampire.
“I think that’s enough for one night,” she said to herself and got
up to leave. She noticed one of the
lurkers cutting a line to intercept her before she got to the door, and
quickened her pace just enough to get out ahead of him, but not enough to lose
him in the crowd. “He’s going to
be in for a shock,” she thought. She
heard Nick admonish her not to get too eager- to maintain control.
“Hey, darlin’ where you running off to?
The party is inside,” he said.
Scully put on her best ‘frightened woman’ face and said.
“Just leave me alone!” and ran around the building and down the
alley.
“We’re going to party one way or the other!” the man growled and
followed her around the back of the building.
As he rounded the corner, he stopped short when he saw the hot little
redhead he was after standing in the back alley, hands on her hips and glaring
at him. He looked around to see if
anyone else was around, but didn’t see anyone.
“Well, well little lady. Looks
like it’s just you and me. Now why
don’t you come over here and let me show you how a real man treats a lady.”
Scully smirked and said, “Don’t you understand?
No means No!”
The man, one David Birch- a three time loser who was out on bail, awaiting
sentencing for his latest conviction for sexual battery (plead down from felony
rape) - had never taken no for an answer, and didn’t see a need to start now.
It would, of course, be a serious error this time.
He was faintly surprised that she didn’t try to run as he advanced on
her. A smarter man might have
realized that he was walking into a trap, but the words ‘smart’ and ‘David
Birch’ rarely went together in a sentence.
He closed in on her and grabbed the back of her hair, meaning to pull her
in for a kiss, when she grabbed his hair and pulled his head aside.
He had a brief glimpse of glowing red eyes and luminous white fangs
before he felt a tearing pain in his neck. He
was so stunned by the rapid turn of events that he couldn’t even scream as he
felt his heart’s blood being drained from him.
As Scully felt David’s memories and thoughts enter her own mind, she
became outraged. She saw his past
and saw his plans for her- a quick sodomization and then slitting of her throat
as he finished. She was angry and
wanted to punish him for presuming that he had the right to do that to anyone,
let alone her. It was the anger in
the end that almost pushed her to drain him, not the hunger or the thrill of the
hunt. In fact, the hunt didn’t
really thrill her much at all. She
could feel her beast, but it didn’t really fill her with excitement the way
she remembered Nick’s experiences when he was a fledgling.
“Thank you again, Mulder,” she thought.
It was the thought of Mulder that helped her to release Birch before she
killed him. She didn’t want to
sour their relationship with homicidal tendencies, do she dropped Birch.
“In the end you stopped. That’s
all that matters, Dana,” Nick said. “It
proves to me, and to yourself, that you are in control.
Not the beast. That is
important, and will help you deal with everything else.”
Scully wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and spat the taste of his
thin, sour blood out of her mouth. “What
now, Nick?” she asked.
“Now we wait until he comes to, and you get to practice your whammy some
more,” Nick said with a smile.
========== X-FILES ========== FOREVER KNIGHT ========== HIGHLANDER ==========
Mac walked into the antiques shop, eagerness and skepticism warring in his
heart. The dealer had emailed him
photos and details about the sword, but he wouldn’t be certain until he saw it
for himself. He had tried to acquire
this sword over 200 years ago, “if it’s the same sword,” he mumbled to
himself. He had been outbid at an
auction in
“Pardon me?” he heard from beside him.
He had been so preoccupied with his memories of that event, and the
attendant emotions, that he had failed to notice that he was speaking out loud.
He turned and looked upon the source of the question.
A dark haired ingénue with pale white skin was considering him with a
puzzled frown, which caused her full lips to pout ever so slightly.
He was instantly entranced with the lovely creature before him.
“My apologies, my lady. I
was lost in thought and hadn’t realized that I had spoken aloud,” he said
with a courtly half-bow. He swept
her hand up to his mouth for a kiss and introduced himself; “I am Duncan
MacLeod, at your service.”
“Janette dúCharme,” she replied with a very slight curtsy.
“A pleasure to make your acquaintance,” she said, automatically
falling into a pattern of courtly behavior.
They both stood there for a moment. He
had not released her hand, and she made no motion to withdraw it from his.
He was about to speak when they both started at the voice of the shop’s
owner. “Monsieur MacLeod, you’re
early!” he said in his loud, booming voice.
Mac dropped her hand and they took half a step away from each other.
He turned to Hénri and said, “Not a problem, Hénri, I can wait for a
moment.” He turned back toward the
beautiful woman he was just meeting but she was gone.
“No, no. We had completed
our business already,” he boomed. “Come,
come. I think you will be well
pleased by what I have to show you.” He
waved Mac back toward the rear of the shop.
MacLeod stared at the door, wondering why she had so quickly fled his
side. He slowly walked back to where
Hénri was waiting for him, “Alright Hénri, you had better not have flown me
all the way out here for nothing…” he trailed off, not able to completely
remove his thoughts from the lovely Janette dúCharme.
========== X-FILES ========== FOREVER KNIGHT ========== HIGHLANDER ==========
Janette walked briskly away from the shop.
She had had to leave lest she turn one of Hénri’s customers into a
lunch snack. “He would never
forgive me,” she thought. It was
too bad, she thought. Mr. MacLeod
was as appetizing a man as she had seen in decades.
With his courtly manners and his overwhelming masculinity.
“Enough!” she chastised herself.
“Mortals are too fragile to make good playmates,” she told herself.
“And it would be a shame to waste such a fine specimen on nothing more
than a quick snack.”
Janette put all thought of him out of her mind and headed back to her
club. She would find someone there
to play with.
========== X-FILES ========== FOREVER KNIGHT ========== HIGHLANDER ==========
MacLeod
couldn’t get the girl off of his mind. He
haggled half-heartedly with Hénri over the sword.
It was indeed the sword he had tried to acquire over 200 years ago, and
as happy as he was to find it, he was more interested in finding out about the
girl he had met at the shop. She
intrigued him greatly.
“Very well, Monsieur MacLeod. Shall
I ship it to
“Hmm?” Mac was shaken from
his reverie. “I’m sorry Hénri,
what did you ask?”
Hénri paused for a moment to consider his old acquaintance, “What is
wrong, monsieur? You seem to be
distracted.” He then noticed the
look in MacLeod’s eyes. “Ah ha,
it is Mademoiselle dúCharme, is it not? You
are taken with her, yes?”
“She is a very striking girl, Hénri.
Does she often utilize your services?”
Mac asked, hoping to appear even slightly nonchalant.
He knew he had failed when Hénri ignored his spoken question and
answered, instead, his unspoken one.
“She has a club, ‘Corneille’ it is called.
Here I have a card,” he said as he ambled off toward his desk.
“Yes, yes. Here it is,”
he said- waving it over his head as he returned to MacLeod’s side.
“What do you know of her, Hénri?” Mac asked.
Hénri smiled, seeing that this man was smitten by the considerable charms
of his other late night customer. “She
only ever comes here at night. Never
during business hours. I think she
is a very private person, I know nothing about her except that her knowledge of
fine antique jewelry far outstrips my own not inconsiderable talents.
I only know that she has a club, because she usually has her purchases
shipped there.”
MacLeod was disappointed that Hénri could not share anything of substance
about the intriguing girl. “How
long have you known her?”
“She first came here several years ago, but only in the last eighteen
months have I seen here more than once a year or so,” Hénri answered.
I think she opened her club here around that time,” he added.
He watched as MacLeod pondered for a moment, then added, “There is
something about her, No? She has
about her an elegance that one rarely sees in today’s youth.
She descends from aristocracy, perhaps?
A younger daughter of some European nobility, seeking anonymity in the
new world?”
Mac chuckled at his friend’s flights of fancy.
“No doubt you’re correct, Hénri.”
Sensing that the discussion was at an end, Hénri repeated his question,
“The sword Monsieur, shall I ship it to
“Hmm? No, Hénri.
I believe I shall take it along with me,” he decided that he wanted to
take it to his hotel room and examine it in greater detail.
After all, he had wanted to find this sword for a long time.
“After that, perhaps a drink,” he thought.
“I’m sure I can find a nice club somewhere in
========== X-FILES ========== FOREVER KNIGHT ========== HIGHLANDER ==========
Had
Scully been there to see it, she would have wondered if vampire training came
from hidden textbook that all master vampires were required to use as a course
syllabus. Though Vachon didn’t use
the deep imprinting technique Nick used, everything else was very similar.
Vachon encouraged her into her first flight, which went quite well until
she tried to land. He drove his
fangs entirely through his bottom lip in an effort not to laugh out loud when
She
picked up on the hide-and-seek part very quickly.
She could follow Vachon in her mind’s eye quite clearly.
She was awe-struck at the keenness of her senses, extremely excited at
the possibilities.
“No wonder Nick always catches the bad-guy,” she said excitedly to
Vachon. “I feel like everything around me is just dying to tell me all about
itself. I can see the energy
emanating from the tiniest speck of living material, plant or animal!”
She grabbed Vachon in a hug and spun them around, “This is so
wonderful, Javier!!” she laughed with delight.
Vachon smiled, basking in the delight he felt from his childé, so unlike
his other daughter, Urs. “Yes
Querida. I could never understand
Knight’s desire to give up all of this.”
“What do you mean?”
“I think that has changed recently,” Javier said.
“You should ask him about it if you’re curious.”
One thing Javier did not want to do, now that things were going good, was
to presume to tell Knight’s partner things about his past.
Knight was scary enough on a diet of cow blood.
Now he was at full strength and Vachon didn’t care to do anything that
would piss him off.
“I will!”
“Worry about that later,” Vachon said, wanting to distract her from
that line of thinking. “You have
learned enough for tonight. Let’s
go upstairs,” he growled softly in her ear.
“I think your hard work deserves a reward, don’t you?” he asked,
nibbling but not penetrating her earlobe.
They entwined their fingers together and gently floated up the stairs and
into Vachon’s, now their bedroom. As
they set down, He silently asked her to stand still, and then began to undress
her.
Finally he had her shirt open. He
slowly pushed the material over her shoulders, caressing her arms as he slid it
off of her, letting it fall to the floor behind her.
She could barely stand; the feel of his hands tenderly stroking her skin,
combined with the raw emotion and desire he was communicating were threatening
to reduce her to a quivering wreck. Vachon
filled her with smoldering passion and her heart and body both ached to have him
inside her.
Vachon paused for a moment after he unhooked the clasp on
“Shh, Querida. Don’t try
to speak; I know,” he whispered as he slid her bra off of her shoulders and
let it drop. He finally broke eye
contact with her, leaning forward to kiss her throat, collecting the blood from
her skin as he moved up to her ear and began to work it over with his lips,
teeth and tongue.
She didn’t even notice that he had undone the buttons on her jeans when
she felt them fall to the floor. She
was lost in the sensation of her lover laving her entire body with his tongue,
kissing and suckling every square inch of her flesh, moving around her body and
he moved down. Where he was kissing
and tasting her along the graceful curve of her spine, his hands were stroking
and caressing her breasts and abdomen. He
slid his hands slowly down her flanks to the waistband of her panties while he
worked the area of the base of her spine with his mouth.
Once he had pulled her saturated panties off of her down to the floor, he
had her step out of the puddle of clothing she was in- turning her to face him.
Vachon was on his knees in supplication before his angel.
He ran his hands up the backs of her slender legs, stroking up and across
the crease at the top of her thighs while looking up into her wildly red eyes.
Never mind that she didn’t actually need to breathe, Her fangs had
fully dropped and she was panting like a steam bellows, fanning the flames of
his desire. The smell of her sex
right in front of him was making him insane with the need to taste her.
His childé’s need was beating against him like a battering ram.
Finally the combination of her need and his own was too much for him to
resist any longer. In an amazing
display of speed he released her, tore off his own clothes and impaled her
before her feet even hit the floor. He
lasted about three strokes before he had to bury his fangs in her throat.
He had moved so quickly that she didn’t even realize that he had let her
go before he had sunk into her and began pumping rapidly.
Already on the cusp of orgasm for several minutes, she immediately drove
her fangs into the junction of his neck and shoulder.
They both came, nearly simultaneously, and harder than either had ever
experienced before. They experienced
their own, and the other’s at once. The
sensation and emotion were like a standing sound wave that gets returned to the
source, creating feedback. The
orgasm amplified until each was driven into unconsciousness.
“But what a way to go!” one of them thought as darkness overcame
them.
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