Completely bereft of a smidgeon of sensible thought, impulsively I broadened me posture, and rising up on the balls of me feet, inclined forward ever so slightly. With that, his form nestled snugger into the opening cleft of me flesh, with only a thin layer of fabric between us. I could feel him along the entire extent of me, tempting, propositioning, looming. Beyond excruciating the aching hollow of me insides then be!
I felt deliciously vulnerable with the awareness that at any moment, he could merely rip through the fabric of his trousers and plunge into me naked and ready flesh, taking that which he craved from me. The thought be at once alluring and repelling. The question be, would I allow him or would I be strong and be able to pull meself from the carnal trance of this place?
Leaning his head down, his hot mouth found me neck and began kissing it as his hand migrated to me other breast and his fingers began their search further down. Voljidaar glided his forefinger along me slit, and it opened fer him readily, quickly coating him with the heat of me juices. This time he moaned in appreciation as he slid his finger back and forth within me slit and across me clitoris, driving me crazy. I let out a guttural moan when, along with another, he curved his fingers and pushed them inside me.
A pattern of writhing in rhythm I established with the movements of his fingers, until at last, the ripening responsiveness within me bubbled to the point of beautiful eruption. I would have collapsed in me total surrender had I not been leaning into him, his arm wrapped about me to support me weight. Voljidaar continued impelling his magical fingers into me as me molten liquid poured over them.
Satisfied that I be descending from me ethereally heightened state, I felt him withdraw his fingers from me. Engrossed in me whimpering at the loss of me source of pleasure, I did not realise that he had opened the front of his trousers until the heat of his enormous bare form was upon mine. Me eyes flared in shock as I inhaled me breath sharply.
What . . . ? Be that . . . ? Oh me Dia! ‘Tis so hot against me, making me ache more. Me juices I can feel flowing in response, beckoning it within. Should I just let him? Oh, I can only imagine how it will feel, slipping inside, deeper and deeper . . . how it will satisfy this unrelenting excruciating ache within me! Did I have to sell me soul to have pleasure as this?
Still, could I? No, I cannot . . . Donovan.
Nevertheless, Voljidaar has told me I will never be able to return home, lest I hurt those I love, consuming their lives with me new bloodlust. How can I risk that, even if it means never seeing them again?
Donovan . . . Wedding! We were to be married! Oh! I have missed me wedding! They must all be worried sick about me! I cannot just leave them waiting and wondering what has happened to me. Make some attempt to return I must, I will force control over meself. I could not possibly hurt any of them.
I felt Voljidaar’s large fingers manipulating the inner folds of me flesh, to spread them wide open so the engorged crown of his phallus now pushed against the slippery opening. I knew I had to fight against me animal needs to be free of him.
In a fraction of a second immersed within me he will be, and I will have forevermore lost meself to him. I cannot allow that to happen! I have to give meself to Donovan, after all this time I have waited fer him!
And with that determined thought, I twisted away from him just as he was about to bury the mass of his organ deep within me.
I presume Voljidaar thought he had mastered me, fer I slipped out from his loosening grasp quite easily and darted away from him. Crouched on the far side of the room, I growled fiercely as he moved toward me.
“Don’t you take another step toward me!” I snarled at him.
“Oh, Aislinn, you were doing so well. And I was so proud of you! What happened, my child?” his voice dripped of mock concern.
“Stop calling me yer child!” I shouted, maddened.
“Oh, but you are, my love. And it is my duty alone to show you into this life. And I was prepared to give you such a thorough education . . .” he murmured, disappointed.
I averted me eyes from his spellbinding gaze to scan the room fer an escape route. The only way out be that small, high window— unless I wanted to bolt out through the door, but not knowing what I might encounter out in the castle, I determined that not be an option. I looked to the window again. At least three metres from the ground it must have been.
What ever be the point of a window so high that one could not even look out it?
‘Twas a crazy idea, to be certain, and I didn’t know if I had any conceivable chance whatsoever of actually making the leap up to it, but try I must— what other choice had I?
While I be assessing this, Voljidaar must have perceived me escape strategy developing upon me face, fer he began talking calmly as to a child again.
“Aislinn, although it may not make sense to you right now, you are meant to be here with me, as part of my Clann,” he droned, burning his frosty eyes into mine, determining to keep me entranced. “Trust me, it is this for which you were born! It will all be explained.”
Trust him?
A multitude of questions whizzed through me head that I wanted to scream at him, to uncover the truth of me origins. Still, how would I know whether I could believe anything he told me? Moreover, I knew if I did, I would only be granting him more opportunity to find a way to convince me to stay. And I had made up me mind!
I tore me eyes from him fer the final time and prepared meself to focus all the energy in me body in anticipation fer the impossible leap. I felt the low humming in me belly accelerate to a steady buzzing once more, and then an ever stronger buzzing, as the mystical sensation moved through every muscle, sinew and joint in me form.
Not actually expecting to even get so high as to even reach the bottom of the opening, I crouched and sprang upwards with all me might, the energy flowing through me vibrantly. To me astonishment, I soared up easily, and fer a fraction of a second, I actually feared I would surpass the window! I be able to direct me propelling motion toward the window, tearing right through the heavy drape and taking it with me, I darted away and through the window.
To me surprise, Voljidaar did not attempt to stop me from escaping, though more than certain I be he could have! However, on me way out, I heard him call out to me. “I will await your return my beloved Aislinn! You will come back to me; there is much you have to learn about your existence now!”
Little prepared be I fer what awaited me on the other side. Once through the unassuming window, stunned I be to find meself sailing at full speed some thirty metres in the air! Whilst descending rapidly through the air— struggling with the heavy cloth of the drape— a moment of sheer panic I had. Regretting instantly me rash action, whilst waiting fer the impact of the landing to shatter all the bones in me body and more than likely, meet me death! Me mind quickly compared that option with the one I had escaped, and could not decide which be worse!
So ‘twas undeniably stunned I be when I felt me feet alight upon the ground weightlessly as a feather. I stood frozen fer a moment, trying to believe it. And then, the thought occurred to me too late that vampires cannot see the light of day lest they be obliterated by the sun. Instinctively, I threw me hands up to shield me face, shrieking as I anticipated me skin to burst into flames. However, nothing had befallen me, and the sun was positively shining above me luminously.
Huh? Be it all a lie, then? Be I not truly a vampire, after all? What be going on?
So many strange occurrences, I could not wrap me head around it all . . .
A glance I cast back to the immense stone fortress, and though Voljidaar stared out the window down at me, he made not an attempt to come after me. I sensed he be haughtily certain I would soon return, indebted fer his gift to me of eiseadh síoraí.
He has another thing coming if he believes I ever be returning to fulfill me presumed destiny and become his wife!
Well, surely I was not going to stick around long enough to test the notion! Still clutching the heavy drape I had ripped fr
om the window upon me exit, I flung it about me. It be just sufficient to cover me naked skin from the biting cold. Me feet remained bare, beneath them the ground be encased in snow and ice in every direction fer as far as me eyes could see, which seemed a great distance.
Outside the castle, amidst the snow-swathed land, it became starkly obvious that there existed not another person, structure or city fer some vast distance from that place.
What be this place? Éire this cannot be, as ‘tis nothing ever I have seen before . . .
Before I be consciously aware of me actions, I took off running at a speed that be much faster than I knew possible, instigating me mind to race to acclimatize to these incredible physical feats I had done with scant effort.
After wandering through the unfamiliar territory fer some time, surprised I be to discover that I be on an island foreign to me.
‘Twas most definitely not me Éire. The cold of that place be stark, frigid. Still, though me skin was bare under the improvised cloak, nonetheless the cold felt unexpectedly refreshing upon me excessively hot flesh. Instead of the unrelenting cold affecting me as one would expect, freezing to me, I watched in astonishment as the heat of me flesh seemed to only repel it, melting it in a span around me. ‘Twas as though me skin be steaming from the inside.
And though, at first glance this place appeared to be desolate and silent, I found me ears were ringing from all the sounds, everything suddenly so much more distinct than I had ever experienced before. Somewhere in the distance I heard the calling of birds, the sound of the ice all about as it settled and cracked, and slight more vaguely, the fizzing sound as it melted all around me. And then, I heard other sounds of things that were well beyond vision.
I squinted at the exaggerated brilliance of the midday sunlight glaring in me unexpectedly highly receptive— thus sensitive— eyes. Everything appeared so bizarrely and clearly defined, as though only now be I viewing the world fer the first. Me eyes could see every ice crystal which comprised the snow upon the ground, the individual shapes of the snowflakes which fluttered all about me. Things felt so near, even though I easily discerned they were rather far away.
Though I be among a landscape of seemingly naught but white, I could detect many various shades of white. And where there be a dash of colour other than the so prevalent white, ‘twas more vivid than any I had seen before then. The sky, fer one, was the bluest ever I had seen it in me life, immediately bringing me mind back to me Donovan. Where once I had seen it simply as a continuous flow of the same tone, I now could plainly detect the fluctuating shades, consistencies and textures of which ‘twas actually composed.
As I breathed in, the concentrated intensity of the surrounding smells assaulting me nostrils. Some were odours, some aromas. I marveled that the ice actually had a distinct scent of its own, as well as the air itself. As I inhaled them, I could taste and differentiate each and every distinct scent in me throat.
Then the tastes made me acutely aware of the extreme hunger of me stomach. Severe hunger as never I had felt before. I smelt and tasted particles of molecules from things that even I could not see, including the salt of the sea; though, how far away ‘twas, I could not be certain.
Within me body, I began to felt a clustre of cravings developing, confusing me with the resulting restless they elicited within me, not having any prior experience with what they were and how to begin to fulfill them. Desperately I wished to shake them off, the way in which they gripped me insides, every fibre of me with their insistent needs. I only sensed no way there be to actually be purged of them, only their effectual driving of me to feed them constantly.
Perplexing me further, me mind ‘twas spinning, the barrage of stimulants scattering me concentration. Me mind, as though on overdrive, comprehended so many things all at once; yet still somehow, I did not become overstimulated.
Upon inhaling, I discovered the air ‘twas harder to breathe. Not certain I be were it the frigid air or something else. Perhaps in me angst me lungs had seized. Even so, slowly I felt some unknown force kicking in. Though not me breath it be. Instead ‘twas actually as if me lungs were suddenly indifferent to the air I pulled in with me inhalations.
Rather, ‘twas as though there be some other process, as if I literally be absorbing the air about me through me very flesh before it could make its way into me lungs. Well, not the air, actually. Nevertheless, I could not understand what ‘twas that be happening to me!
Not able to identify it just yet, I sensed ‘twas something infinitely more significant than that. Recurrently, I felt the tingling upon the surface of me skin as slowly it penetrated me, the tingle flowing its way through me entire body, relatively similar to what I had felt when I drank the blood or when Voljidaar be near me. Gradually though, me breathing came easier again, something imperceptibly seeming to show me how to harmonize it with this newfound, yet unsought vigour.
As the violet night fell about me, me eyes were as receptive to the dark as they had been to the light— perhaps more so, fer the welcome absence of the blinding brilliance— ‘twas as though a nocturnal beast I be.
Even after all the excitement of the day, I had not grown the least bit tired. Instead, I felt a sense of insistent restlessness within, as though I be racing toward something significant about to happen— or perhaps, already had happened. I did not know, rather mystifying it all be.
And then, still me body held the lingering effects of the barrage of intense sexual stimulation of that day, as though still it be waiting fer the finale which I resolved it would not receive.
At least not until I be reunited with me Donovan, that is. And then, certain I be it matters not how he’ll try to protest, I feel as though I will take him inside me instantly and transport us both to the ethereal places I have been awarded mere glimpses of . . . Perhaps there we will remain together forever, fer from what little I have seen, ‘tis a place I should never care to depart once I do arrive!
The vivacious energy I had felt earlier in the day coming from the sun be in some way different now in the dark. Nevertheless be no mistaking, a definite energy still there be.
In everything, there be a distinct energy: I felt it emanating to me from the fluttering snow, one of peace; then from the ice, which be more dormant, as though trapped; then also did I from the rain, which be a sort of relieving and cleansing energy.
Although tired I be not, I searched fer somewhere safe to attempt to slumber and figure out what I would do. I knew I must attain some rest fer the unidentified length of journey which lay ahead of me.
Fer quite some time I wandered, though nothing suitable could I find, not a tree there be anywhere in sight, nor a cave or anything that might offer me shelter. Finally, I made do with digging out a place in the snow in which to obscure meself.
To me frustration, the greater part of that night, I suffered from dreadful insomnia. When at last— ‘twas likely more than halfway through the night— able I be to find sleep, constant disruptive dreams I did have, and unfortunately, they were more frighteningly vivid in every way imaginable than any ever I had had formerly.
The next morning as I trekked out to find me way, I discovered further still that I could absorb energy from every tree, plant, rock, and mountain; in addition to the water, air, and the sun. Also, from animals or people; however, I comprehended there be the risk of harming or even killing them by unintentionally absorbing too much of their essence. Additionally, I quickly discerned that more likely were they to possess many negative energies, which I knew would not be beneficial.
Each living thing I discovered to offer a very different type of energy. I learnt that even stones have different types of energies from one another, each benefitting a different part of me. When I soaked up the energy from one rock, I would be granted peace of mind, whilst yet another seemed to offer me vitality of body.
I moved along slowly, marveling at these nigh inconceivable discoveries.
When the sun be near high in the sky, I smelt the
scent I recognised to be of water. Though surprised I be when ‘twas actually many kilometres until I reached it. And once I did, I stood in awe at its utter beauty as though never before had I seen any such thing! The whispering of the water as the sun shone intensely upon it, the ambiguous steam rising from it as the heat of the sun met the cold of the water, affecting it to glisten with a brilliant radiance, generating zillions of twinkling forms, each one entirely separate and unique in their splendour.
Along the edge of the dazzling shore I strolled ‘til to a port I came. Before upon it I be, the scents and energies of the humans were causing me to feel rather anxious. Unfortunately, I could not read the signs to decipher either where I be or where they were destined.
Fortuitously, I heard someone onboard one of them shouting about being bound fer Ireland. I speedily made me way around to the far side of the stern where the restless masses of people were not congregated and decided to see whether I could manage a replay of the incredible leap I had accomplished the previous day from the castle.
Fer a moment I stood, attempting to fully hone me concentration as I gathered every muscle in me body and focused upon me chosen destination some ten metres above— at least triple the distance I had leapt yesterday. Me knees bent slightly into a crouch, and then I sprang up and out toward the side of the ship, hoping at minimum to reach the edge so that I may grasp hold and pull meself over.
Instead, I soared well beyond the edge and onto the deck, once again surprising meself by alighting upon me feet effortlessly as a leaf drifting to the ground below. Me eyes broad, I quickly glanced about to be certain no one had witnessed me impossible feat, below me breath cursing the vibrancy of me red hair, always certain to attract me unwanted attention as ‘twas.
To me incredulity, not a single person appeared to be looking me way. So then, just as the passengers were streaming aboard the ship, I quickly crept below deck to the orlop, locating a nice little obscure niche in the stokehold where I could hide.
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