by Ana Calin
Joy fills me when she parts her legs and lets me touch my lips to her pussy. God, she’s soft, sweet, like a virgin. Jealousy spears me again, but I know better than to let it get the better of me this time. I flick my tongue at her clit tentatively, licking slowly, but soon I can’t hold back anymore. I need to feel her on my tongue, so I lick her in full, pushing my hands under her buttocks and lifting her, pushing my face into her pussy.
I stick my tongue inside, moaning when I taste her arousal. God, the delight I feel when she fists the sheets by her sides, pushing her pelvis forward, taking my mouth. That’s it, that’s exactly what I want, her grinding into my ardent kisses, meeting my tongue.
I enjoy the response of her body, my cock hard and begging to break out through my fly, but when she demands, “Ah, Lazarus, put your fingers inside of me,” cum trickles into my pants. I stifle the groan by pushing my face into her folds, licking and inhaling her, pushing first one, and then two fingers inside her hungry pussy that sucks my fingers in.
I don’t know how long I can hold it, I’m gonna cum in my pants. It’s a struggle to hold it in, because I can’t rip my mind away from what we’re doing, but when she pushes her head into the pillow, her chest with those perfectly round breasts rising, and she lets out a long moan, I’m lost.
I cum hard in my pants as my fingers and my mouth delight in Irina’s orgasm. I finally understand what addiction feels like, because that is what this woman is becoming to me.
She caresses my head lovingly, tearing me from the wild mix of emotions. When I look up from between her legs I meet blue eyes full of gratefulness.
“Your love is as sweet and soothing as only young love can be,” she says. Her voice, even though musical and beautiful, reminds me that she’s much older than me. She’s lived through two hundred years like an unchanging phantom, whereas I’m a little over forty. I’m basically a child compared to her.
She touches my hands lightly, my palms still full of her thighs. I move up, crawling on my hands up over her, all the while maintaining eye contact. This connection makes things so easy between us, we understand each other without the slightest effort.
Irina pushes her chin up just a little, inviting me to kiss her, her deep blue irises telling me of her longing. She longs to be kissed like the first time—with deep emotion. Need ripples down inside me as I lower my lips to hers, our mouths hot on each other. We’d feel cold and hard to humans unless we consciously lowered the density of our flesh, but Irina and I are both vampires, perfectly matched for each other.
I deepen the kiss, keeping myself on my elbows and cupping her face, pushing my body on hers. We’re naked and sweaty and needy for each other, and the wilder we kiss the more we want. Damn, is this what Dracula and Ruxandra feel for each other, and what Tristan and Isolde do, Radek and Juliet? How the hell can they survive even an hour apart?
“We’d better stop here, I won’t be able to control myself if we go on.” There’s no need for me to say more, my cock engorged against her folds does it for me. During the kiss I moved between her legs, and if I don’t move away right now I sure as hell won’t be able to do it later.
“Lazarus,” she whispers, cupping both sides of my face as I lay on top of her. “I want this.”
Damn, she doesn’t need the power of her pheromones. The longing in her voice is enough to ravage me on the inside. I arch my back and push my hips between her legs.
I push my cock inside her in a long and slow move that allows me to feel her, enjoy her, but then a new need awakens inside me, one so dark and frightening it makes me jump off of her like I could burn her.
“What are you doing?” she says, propping herself on her elbows. “What’s wrong?”
I’m seeing red, too shocked by own feelings to respond. I want her blood, my fangs elongate inside my mouth. Irina understands, I can see it in her face.
“How long has it been since you’ve fed? Since the blood bags from the blood bank?”
All I manage is a nod.
She gets off the bed gracefully, one toned leg after the other as she walks over to me like a cat, her sexiness so natural she seems a nymph.
“Here,” she whispers sweetly when she’s close enough, offering me her neck. “Feed from me.”
“No.”
“You gave me your blood, I became invincible thanks to you. Please, drink, don’t hold back.” She smiles with encouragement. “Come on, you won’t be hurting me.”
“No, but I,” I clear my voice, making an effort to speak without jumping on her, sinking my teeth in her rich supernatural veins. I’m pretty sure I couldn’t resist the urge to fuck her at the same time, and that would mean the hell with everything I promised her, all the declarations I’ve made her. I’d be just another guy taking advantage of her.
“I’ve never had somebody’s blood directly from the source before, you know that,” I rasp. “I can’t start with you. What if I can’t stop?”
I can see in her eyes that she understands. If I start with the blood of a supernatural I could become hooked on it and start hunting supernaturals. On the other hand, I could become hooked on her blood, which would render me twice as addicted to her as I already am.
“But we don’t have a choice now, Lazarus,” she breathes, stepping closer to me. My back stiffens against the wall. I can feel her breath on my neck and it’s sending my senses in a spin. “We can’t go out to the blood bank, Zdrovan’s people would expect that. I’m sure they did their homework, and they know that’s how you feed.”
I shake my head. “There’s no way I’m taking your blood. I’ll hunt if I have to.”
“You, hunt? You’re so starved you’d have to go for innocent people, you don’t have the time to stalk a villain before you make him your prey. Besides.” She caresses my cheek, driving me insane with her scent. “Supernatural blood will make you stronger than you’ve ever been.” She rises on the balls of her feet and kisses me gently, the strawberry taste of her lips now even stronger than before, which can only mean that my senses have sharpened with need. “Plus that I want to do this. I want to do something special for you, give you something of worth.”
“You already have,” I breathe. “You’ve given me the real you, even if only in glimpses.”
“Do it, Lazarus,” she tempts. “It will bring us even closer.”
“No.”
“Yes. Come on, I trust you.” She winds her arms around my neck, tilting her head to the side as her breasts press to my chest. Her straight blonde hair shimmers in the darkness as it falls like a heavy curtain to the side, sliding away from her shoulder and exposing the curve of her neck to me.
“Do it,” she whispers, a temptress in the dark. My lip curls over my lengthening fangs. I squeeze her to me, feeling the perfect, soft roundness of her naked breasts against my chest, and breathing in the maddening scent of her precious supernatural blood running through her veins. I never went for somebody’s carotid before, but it’s a built-in predator instinct. My eyes close as my teeth sink in, pleasure filling me as I take my first full pull of my lover’s blood.
CHAPTER VI
Irina
I’d forgotten what it felt like on the other side of the fangs. The life being sucked out of you. You feel it run up your jugular into the mouth of a predator, your consciousness draining from your head. Your energy transferring from you to him.
Here I am again after two hundred years, the prey of a vampire. He feeds from me, my power fueling his fire. The more he drinks the more he craves, but I wouldn’t mind dying in his arms. It would be a death of ecstasy. The venom from his fangs clouds my head, numbing the pain and making it all seem a dream, which is something I rarely ever granted my victims.
We vampires can hold back the venom, or give our victims just enough to keep them quiet, but still have them experience the dread, if not the pain. I usually let them feel the horror all the way down to their gut, feel what it’s like to be the one preyed on by the more powerful, and that’s w
hat I would be feeling now if Lazarus didn’t numb me.
But Lazarus’ venom induces a fabulous feel-good in me. I relax in his arms until I become a mellow mass that he lowers gently to the ground. Soon he can’t control his moans that vibrate through my body.
Craving fills me, and I have no choice but to give in to my instincts. I open my legs, and my vigorous Lazarus plays along, slipping between them. I’m completely naked while he’s got his jeans, only his fly open, that big beautiful cock of his sticking out. He pushes in until I feel him so deeply that my breath catches.
Lazarus takes complete possession of me, of my body and my soul, the connection between us melting us into one. My head swims. I can’t keep my eyes open anymore, and I fall into blackness.
Irina
SUNLIGHT FALLS ON MY eyelids, waking me up. It can no longer hurt me, but it still stings my eyes. I move heavily to the side, my body feeling light again, like it did after I first took Lazarus’ blood.
Lazarus. He took my blood and my body simultaneously, I can still feel the pleasure of him thrusting and sucking at the same time, but what has that done to him in the end?
I sit up in a flash, my hair flying around me at the speed. His frame casts a shade over my body, relieving the strain from my eyes. The sunlight hits from behind him, so all I can see is the outline of his body. My vampire vision adjusts, and soon I see his handsome features clearly. His warm blue eyes shower so much on me that for a moment I think he must be an angel.
He’s wearing a fitted shirt that hugs the shape of his body, open down to his stomach, revealing his strong chest with the dark hair and the upper part of his abs. He’s so refined, and yet so masculine, I wonder how Juliet Jochs could ever resist the combination. I mean I know that Radek the Handsome is a tough man to get over, but Lazarus is mouthwatering, and in all those years they spent together in the same house I wonder how she never gave in to him at least once.
My eyes lock on his kind blue irises. I can’t look away from them anymore. My entire existence I was hungry for emotional connection and now here I am, finally having it, but can I take it? It’s overwhelming.
“How...” My voice sounds like I haven’t used it in a year. “How can you stand in the sunlight?”
“Dracula’s theory,” he explains warmly. “That when a human is a vampire’s Grail, if that human becomes a vampire in the process of making the vampire invincible, their maker may well be their Grail in return.”
“And that’s exactly what happened between the two of us,” I whisper, recounting our history briefly in my head. I jumped him along with others, upon Victoria’s orders, then battled the others off of him. His blood tasted incredibly good to me, though I didn’t know why at the time. What happened was enough to make him into a vampire, but he also hated me for it. His transformation was brutal.
“It was,” he says, reading, or rather feeling my mind. “But if it hadn’t been for you, it would have been worse. I would have been dead.”
He pulls the blinds shut and walks over to me, taking a seat on the bed. I can’t take my gaze off of his, the emotion with which he stares at me gives my soul pleasure like I never experienced before. Pleasure I never even thought possible. He lifts his hand and caresses my face slowly, gently as if I’m the most precious thing.
“We’ll have to go to the uni now, my office.” His voice is different, too. It’s like he’s caressing me with it. “I have my research on human immortality there, and we can work out a strategy to finish this mission.”
A knock on the door interrupts him.
“Are you guys decent?” Herald’s voice comes from the other side. A kind of fondness grows inside me. Must be because I finally feel loved, and so there’s room in my heart for other noble feelings, or maybe it’s the fact that he was there last night along with Lazarus, there to save me.
“Just a minute, we’ll be right out,” Lazarus calls, helping me off the bed. The sheet falls to the floor, revealing my still naked body. Lazarus looks me up and down, a bulge growing in his jeans.
“Damn it.” He turns with his back at me, heading to the door. I can tell he’s grabbed his cock, trying to still it down. “I’m sorry, this is embarrassing.”
A wide smile spreads on my face. “It never felt so good before, knowing that a man wants me like that.”
“I want you with all I’ve got, Irina.” There’s truth and pain his voice. He’s still with his back at me, still feeling embarrassed, even though he shouldn’t. “But all men feel that way about you, it’s low, animalistic. Please believe me, my feelings for you are higher than that.”
“I know.” I walk to him and touch his back. His muscles flex at my touch, and the connection between us is not helping his engorging manhood. “But your desire for me is different. It comes from the right place.” I walk around and face him, placing a hand on his chest. His heart drums against my palm. “It comes from here. God, Lazarus.” I close my eyes as I bring my nose close to his neck and inhale his scent deeply. “This is the way it should be between a man and a woman. Desire should come from deeper emotion. Passion from the fire of—” I don’t say it, because I don’t want to presume, but Lazarus finishes my sentence.
“Of love.”
I open my eyes. “Is it love? What you feel for me?”
“I don’t know. I never felt this way before. You’re much older, you have felt so many different things, and you have a direct line to my emotions. So you tell me, is it love?”
“I wouldn’t know. I was never in love before. But I don’t think I could feel any more intensely than this, any more profoundly.”
He puts his large, warm hand over mine on his chest, a darkness disturbing the clear ripple of emotion in his gaze. “What about Radek? Didn’t you feel intensely for him, too?”
A harder knock on the door interrupts, along with Herald urging, “You guys.”
“A minute,” Lazarus calls, burning eyes still focused on me. “Please, I need to know.”
Pain seeps into his heart, I can feel it. I draw closer, my breath on his lips. “I never felt for any man before the way I feel about you.”
“You wanted Radek. You fought for him, struggled to make him love you.”
“Hey,” I whisper, touching his tightening jaw. “Don’t do this to yourself. I may not know much about love, but I’ve been around long enough to see what jealousy can do to people. It’s poison, Lazarus.”
He searches my eyes for the truth, and I give it to him. “I never felt like this before. This deep sea of emotion. I’d be happy only to give to you for eternity without asking for anything in return. Your happiness is what it takes to make me happy.”
He pulls me to his chest, crushing me against him. He kisses me deeply, his tongue desperate for mine. His hands move like crazy over my body and, suddenly, I’m pushed against the wall, Lazarus’s cock pushing like a rod of steel from his jeans.
I grab his mighty cock, sighing at the feel of it. I look down because I love seeing it. So big and beautiful it’s almost a work of art. The best cock I’ve ever had, but I can’t tell that to Lazarus, it would only throw fuel on his jealousy. But the frustrated groan he lets out reminds me—our connection; he already felt what went through my head.
Before he can dwell on it I come down to my knees and slide my mouth all the way down to his balls. He’s huge, but I want him so badly I want to feel him deep in my throat, I even love the feeling of gagging when he groans hard and pushes it in.
He cups my head with both hands and fucks my mouth, throwing his head back and making deep, delicious sounds of pleasure that are sure to go through the entire floor. The whole world disappears around us. By the time he pulls me up and takes me up against the wall we’re both so horny the Serpent Lord himself might as well barge in on us, we wouldn’t stop.
Lazarus pushes inside me, filling me, my strong vampire back digging into the wall as he thrusts with all he’s got. My heightened vampire senses remind me of Herald Gruff just outside
this room. I can trace him with my senses, standing by the small kitchenette with wide eyes and an open mouth while Lazarus and I groan like jungle beasts as we pour out our pleasure.
Ah, the sight of him when Lazarus and I finally emerge ravished from the bedroom, his jeans still unbuckled but his mighty cock tucked in, now satisfied. I have a towel around me and head to the bathroom, winking at Herald as I walk by him.
Lazarus
“WHAT THE HELL JUST happened?” Herald asks after Irina has closed the door to the bathroom and turned on the water.
I shuffle on the T-shirt I carry in one hand. “Didn’t you try to help me understand how I felt about her? Here, I understood. And acted accordingly.”
“Did you—?” He points to the bedroom where Irina and I just walked out from.
I grin, and he gets it, but I also make sure he sees the emotion in my eyes.
“So finally, you accept your true feelings.”
“I hated her, Herald. I used to hate her with all I had.” It hurts as I say it, but I need to tell him like a confession. “But now I would die for her, I’ve fallen deeply into the opposite feeling.” I can’t say I love her because I’m afraid giving the emotion a name it will make it even stronger, unbearable.
“You had to hate her in order not to worship her.”
He turns to the kitchenette counter as he speaks, pouring himself filter coffee. I used to love the smell as a human, and I still do, even though I don’t need it anymore. But now, right after I’ve been with Irina, it adds to my feeling of elation. I walk to him and lean with my backside against the counter.
“If you’d told me that a week ago I would have said you’re delusional,” I say. “I hated her, and I thought it was due to how she turned me into a vampire. In part, it was true. But truth is we were already connected on some level. She’d taken my blood and, in a way, part of my soul, too.”
