Snow Covered Moon

by L M Adams

“I could leave you like this forever. I want to leave you like this. There is nothing I could ask you for that you would not give me. Once every ten years I’ll let you find release kneeling at my feet, maybe. How long until you go mad Jack? How long would you last?” I ask him breathlessly as I ride him slowly.

  My succubus is moaning, maybe it’s me. It’s hard to tell us apart when I’m feeling this powerful, this in control, this sadistic.

  The more he begs me not to do such a thing, the wetter I get. I throw back my head listening to the sweet sound of his despair.

  “Vishudda,” I say although I’m sure he’s past paying attention now.

  “The throat. He’s stubborn and won’t give easy, he’s your independence but you’ve already unlocked them all when you begged me to finish it. You gave me your will and now I will take it and twist it.”

  I lean forward and grab his hair, harshly bending his head back. I pull away until he slips out of me all except the tip of his cock and kiss him on the throat calling my power to his Vishudda. The purple tendril of power bursts though his throat and wraps around his neck tightly. I plunge harshly back down on his length.

  Breathing will send him small waves of pleasure. Screaming and talking will make him burn with passion. He’ll try not to make a sound once he figures it out. My job is to push him to give me the sweet sounds anyway. Each one proving what I want, I shall have, no matter how much it will cost him. I rub my fingers on the thick tendril of power. It feels smooth and wet like an eel although it’s not real, at least in the physical sense. Just a manifestation of my power.

  “I’ve known men to beg for death under my old Mistress. She would ride their terror into the night. The more they begged for death, the more she would torture them. Her power would bind them, keeping them on the edge of death and pleasure. I’ve always wondered if it was a mercy or another bit of torture for her to not grant that death wish. Why don’t you tell me when I’m done?”

  I ride him hard, watching the rope of my power pulse and glow with the power I’m feeding the tendril. He screams as the wave pulses through his body from me.

  I have so much power. He gave me so much when I drank of him. Such a good meal for one as young as him.

  We like him.

  Yes, we do.

  Gently she whispers, we’d keep him.

  He goes in the morning.

  We shall see.

  I let him slip out of me and kiss his cheek, trying to comfort him, give him time to adjust. I don’t want him to beg for death, never that.

  I reach my hand up to tangle in his hair again at the crown of his head, Sahasrara. I watch as the tendril bursts from his head like a serpent.

  I lay calmly on his chest as he screams again and again.

  His central nervous system is set ablaze, every synapses firing over and over in his body. No beginning no end, just pleasure so sharp it becomes pain.

  He promises me the world between his screams. He wraps his arms around my body tightly, begging me for death or release, just not to leave him like this.

  “I can’t go ten years Mistress, I can’t go that long like this. Please don’t leave me like this.”

  He apologizes for everything, things I don’t understand and make no sense. I lay my head on his chest and ignore every one of his pleas.

  Vampire’s hearts beat, but much, much slower than a human’s, usually. Jack’s heart sounds like it will burst from his chest.

  He’s sweating badly. I flick my tongue out; it smells and tastes sharply of dark chocolate and cinnamon, like it’s an extract of the two substances.

  I lick his chest and let the flavor play on my tongue. I just like the way he tastes with a hint of citrus, a hint of me.

  He figures out talking and screaming makes it worse and goes silent. Barely letting a moan escape past his lips. I let him have a few moments to calm himself. I don’t want to push him past the brink. His body jerks occasionally but he begins to breathe evenly and slowly again, learning to ride the wave and crescent of pleasure and finally, its denial. If he doesn’t move, doesn’t breathe, it won’t be so bad. I know what he thinks; now it’s time for him to learn he has no control here.

  I take his left nipple between my teeth and roll it, biting it harshly. It doesn’t take long and he starts screaming and begging again. I’m slow with my torture, biting down on his pure white skin, careful to keep my own small fangs from descending. I mark him until there’s a trail of dainty teeth marks across his chest to the other nipple and back again. He’s palming my ass harshly; he wants back inside, thinking that will help. I smile a secret smile; it will ease the ache for a little while.

  “Do you want back inside of me, slave?” I ask, breathing across the bite marks.

  “Please Mistress, I’ll do anything.”

  “You must learn to ride the currents of my power. Let it sweep you away. Stop trying to control what is happening to you. In this moment, at this time you have no control. I am your Mistress. I am your tormentor. I am your salvation. Only I can give you peace again, but the price is high.” I whisper to him, the same thing I’d learned while chained to wall in a dungeon. I learned what true despair is. Your body, your mind, your will is no longer your own and you no longer have control over any of these things.

  “I cannot let go,” he grunts between clenched teeth.

  He’s fighting me, as I had fought her. This is where she would use the power laced throughout my body to cause me pain unending a perfect loop of torture, sometimes leaving me, letting her power rape my mind and body for hours on end. I’d scream until my throat was raw and bleeding, but it would not end until I’d given into her will. It didn’t stop until I loved her for teaching me how wrong I’d been in ever denying her.

  But there has to be a better way.

  “Jack, please listen to my voice. You will come out of this fine. Do not fight me now, it will only hurt you further, trust me.” I plead to him.

  I watch him expend the air from his lungs, I feel the push of his power, not fighting my power, but mingling with it, tasting it. The cool of the ocean. I can almost taste it on my tongue. His eyes flash open blue molten silver.

  “I will trust you,” he says, convincing himself more than me.

  I ride him harder until he’s past rational thought. Instead of fighting the pleasure I course through his body, he rides it with me, letting my power carry us both away. My own body calls to him; my skin soon becomes sweat slicked. I cry out his name. I’m high on power, lust and vampire pheromones. One more Chakra and then I’ll bind him to me. I will make us one.

  I sit up on his cock and move my hips around, moving to a beat only I can hear; I lean back stretching my arms behind me and grab his thighs digging my nails in his skin. I throw my head back and let the sensation of his body, the connection of my Sacral to him, take me somewhere I don’t remember ever being. It truly is like nothing in the world that could compare a vampire and a succubus joined.

  “So tight and so wet, your blood calls to me like a siren’s song. The Blood King himself would be jealous of me.” His voice is husky and dark.

  He sits up and grabs my waist, taking my left nipple in his mouth. His fangs pierce the skin next to my nipple; I moan over the pain and wrap my arms around him. I hold his head to my breast, letting him drink of me. Taking more power from my Chi, I don’t care if I die tonight if I can die in his arms. Moon Goddess help me, but I do not care.

  Eyes closed, I ride him; our skin rubs together, it smells not of him, not of me, but of us. I breathe deep of the beautiful scent, filling my lungs with it. I need to remember this forever. I hold my hand to his feverish forehead and pull back forcing him to release my breast with a wet, sucking sound.

  My voice is breathless and needy. “The last one of the seven, Ajna, your third eye.”

  I break through to the last Chakra; the purple tendril tightening around his body, I call the rope of power to my own Chakras letting it flow through each of my own. I tie us together
in unending pleasure and misery. The power pulls and stretches between us, our bodies glowing with purple and blue color, things no human should ever see. I’ve never felt more connected with what I am, than I do right now.

  Chapter Eleven

  Death becomes you.

  His eyes flash brilliant deep blue graphite; he blinks slowly for a moment, forehead wrinkled in confusion. He doesn’t breathe for a long time. His body is completely still, I feel the steady thump of his heart slow almost stopping. I think with a horror that I’ve gone too far. I shake his shoulders. He takes in a great breath like he was drowning and just broke to the surface again.

  Before I can blink, he’s flipped us over so that I’m on my back looking up to him. He reaches an arm gripping the wood headboard. The wood cracks under the force of his hand. Then he’s moving in me and growling. I gaze down to where our bodies meet. His stomach muscles ripple and move with the slow movements of his waist, his body bound with my power.

  I bend my legs at the knee letting him go deeper, so very deep. His eyes haven’t stopped glowing, fangs wet and glistening tinged with the blood from my breast. My Chi is completely empty. I’ve drained my essence into him, everything that makes me, me, is seducing his Chakras again and again then flowing into me. Push and pull, give and take. I know I have to cut the tie soon or I’ll pass out. I can’t find the desire to do it.

  “I’m going to bite you now.” He grabs my chin harshly turning my head to the side. “Say yes, Mistress. Give me permission to hurt you now.”

  “Yes Jack, bite me.”

  I’ve never been drunk from by a vampire, not directly from an artery, and nothing could prepare me for it. The burning pain of his fangs sinking into my neck makes my pussy tighten around him. My heart slows as he drinks me in and drains my Chi, my heart slowing but beating strongly; until I can feel every single one. Thump, thump, thump.

  I close my eyes for only a second. When I open them again, we are on a beach. I hear the waves crash against the shore; I feel the sand beneath me. The moon is full heavy and low above him. This isn’t right. I should be at home; the full moon is days away.

  “Jack?” I whisper in fear.

  He raises his head from my neck. I roll my head to look up at him. The stain of my blood covers his mouth and chin. He stares down to me with silver eyes and drives his cock inside of me hard, growling.

  I let my head roll to the side. The sand is black and shimmering, so finely grained it feels like silk on my back. I reach up my hand towards him.

  Jack’s features are harsh and yet beautiful. I cup his face as he strokes me deep. I can see the tendrils of power still wrapped around him pulsating with power and desire.

  “I will never let you go, woman. Not until the end of time.”

  His voice is deeper and more primal than I’ve ever heard it before.

  “Tell me you’ll never send me away from you!”

  I don’t understand, I know I look confused.

  “Do you think you could bind us together and I not see your plan? You will not run from me, you will be my fucking wife. We are perfect for each other, made to be paired. Promise me here on the black sands of Vayrá. Promise me!”

  The water breaks over us. It’s warm and thick and tastes sweet, of cherry wine and darker things.

  “I promise.” I whisper meaning it with all my heart.

  I feel something click inside of me, some binding, some power wraps around my heart. He pulls from me with a hiss and flips me over, pulling me up onto my hands and knees.

  It’s not what I wanted, but it’s exactly what I needed. Someone strong enough to handle me at my worst. He’d never let me go too far. He’s just dominant enough to bring me inline when I cross that line. Strong enough to take control when I’ve lost it.

  He is perfect for us.

  Then he is pounding into me at a speed that is all vampire and I think no longer. I watch the thick redness run from my skin. This isn’t water, it is blood. The sea foam deep maroon as it runs over my hands. He unbraids my blood soaked hair one handed and grabs a handful, holding my head back with it, bending my back into a hard bowing arch as he takes me. Oh, Goddess what is happening to us. Have we both died and gone to heaven or hell or some other place in between?

  “Am I dead?” I whisper.

  “If you are, then death becomes you,” Jack says with a growl, making my body quiver around him.

  “Goddess above, enough! What’s my name Jack?! My whole name, just say it!” I scream into the sweet dark bloody night.

  “Jaevia Knightley,” Jack’s voice is slow and dark as he speaks my name.

  His body jerks as the binding is opened and he comes in hot thick spurts I feel it pour out deep inside of me, I follow behind him quickly. The thick tendril of power that binds us together squeezes harshly tightening as we scream.

  Seducing the seven is an old succubus power. One of our most sacred powers. I could read his heart and mind, past and present if I chose to. But I’m just in it for the fun. His nails dig into my ass, gripping my bloody skin so hard I know I’ll have bruises.

  “Not enough,” he grunts.

  The sound of his skin slapping my blood covered ass echoes out. I moan, he growls. If this is not sex, I know not what it is. Mother Lilith thank you.

  Have I ever prayed to her? The manifestation of a woman’s sexuality and power. How the men of the world have demonized her because she dared to be as strong as a man. The mother of the succubae, of the incubi. I don’t think I ever have prayed to her.

  I send my thanks for this man, this moment. Thankful that I am me and he is him and we are here. I thank the Blood King, the father of the vampire, as one of his children pounds into my flesh, the ripples from our bodies clashing together making my ass shake, my thighs quiver. My breasts ache with the movement. Blood from my neck drips and joins the sea of sweet blood like an offering.

  Each time he finds release, I follow behind him and it realigns the Chakra I twisted. Sending a river of his lust into me, feeding me, filling me with power. I look to my left, endless sea of sweet blood. To my right, endless hills of black sand. My eyes must be glowing wild with passion; the landscape is mirrored in a deep purple. Above me the moon and the man whose passion would bring me to a place such as this, seduces my heart.

  I kneel there, accepting the punishment of his body for what I’ve done to him. I accept it all and come apart under his fury. I smell it like burned chocolate in the air. My fingers dig into the bloody, sweetened sands of the beach. I scream below him, one orgasm after the other, each one more powerful than the last. I feed my succubus, loosening the collar and chain I bind her with inside. I let myself free, all of me.

  We are what and who we are, at least for tonight. I envision her as she drinks deep, covered in blood and black sand and thick rivulets of white pleasure running down from between her thighs as she’s fucked into oblivion by a king.

  We scream our seventh release suspended in time, for a moment, for an eternity. I feel the tendril loosen and pull through my body making me jerk and then through Jack making his body jerk. I close my eyes as the tendril whips back into me. I’d give my life to feel this way again, to be here again, nothing but Jack and Jae and pleasure unending. We take a breath together.

  Time is moving so very slowly, he pulls from me and begins to fall as if the sand is miles away from our bodies. I collapse and as my mind thinks I’ll feel the satin black sand and sweet blood below me, I blink and instead find myself falling on my bed back home in my room.

  I’m so full of power my skin is glowing. I reach my arm to Jack wanting to know he’s real, that I’m real and that the black sand and blood covering us both isn’t.

  I feel the gritty slickness of his skin beneath my fingertips.

  Goddess it’s all real. What have we done? What have I done? I don’t know why but I begin to cry. He rushes to gather me in his arms.

  “Shhh baby, it’s ok. We’re safe. It’s ok, I swear it.”


  I cry into his chest, us both covered in blood and black sand.

  “I went too far. I knew I would, I told you Jack. Goddess please, I told you.”

  “It was perfect Jae, you were perfect. Everything I could ever want or need. Don’t you dare regret it, we found a balance between us.”

  “What happened? Where were we?” I whisper into his chest.

  “We were in Vayrá, the Lands of the Vampyré.” He says vampire like its vam-pi-ree.

  This is something completely new to me. I’ve never heard of this place. But then, most of my knowledge about vampires is on how to kill them. I’ve never been with a real vampire before, only half-bloods like myself. I’m sure I would’ve heard that this could happen, however.

  “What?” I ask with surprise in my voice.

  “Vayrá is the homeland of the Blood King.” His voice is back to being Jack’s. Deep yes, but without the primal growl.

  “So, that’s normal?” I ask in complete disbelief.

  He laughs a full laugh, “I don’t think so baby. I’ve heard of tales of a quickening blessed by the Vampyré, but never like this. A vampire’s soul is kept in Vayrá, guarded by the Vampyré, so that we may walk the edge of life and death. When a vampire finds their second death, they are reunited with their soul and become the Vampyré and live in the lands of Vayrá.”

  “The longer we are away from our soul, the colder we become, the harder it is for us to emotionally feel love, pain, anything really. We become jaded with the world and then begin to fade. The longer this goes on, the more extreme we have to become to find a connection to living things.”

  “That’s why so many of you like the kinky bedroom games?”

  “Yes love, now shush, I’m telling you something no Kindred has ever known. I’m breaking our laws to tell you such things. I want it said before I lose my courage.”

  I nod my head staying silent.

  “There are legends that it wasn’t always so; that the vampire’s existence, very purpose was very different from what it is now. The Blood Lord that rules over the Blood Mistresses and Blood Masters is supposed to be the connection to Vayrá. But it’s been thousands of years since that has been true, most wonder has it ever been true. Now the only way for a quickening is to have a Vampyré to bless you, which rarely ever happens.”