by Sarra Cannon
“Little dove, I’m sorry.” He didn’t take his eyes from David’s. “I did not mean to hurt you.”
“It’s fine. I – I’m fine.” She stuttered.
“Good.” He turned his gaze to her and held his hand out. “Come to me, Abigail.”
She took a step forward, her gaze burning into his, and then David was pulling her back. “No, Abby. Stay strong.”
She shook her head at the sound of David’s voice and the spell between them was broken. “Please, can I lie down? I’m very tired.”
“Of course.” David began to help her walk to the house and Val hissed with fury. He’d had enough of David’s interference. He would kill the human and be done with it. Neil’s hard hand fell on his arm.
“Don’t, Val.”
Val glanced down at Neil’s hand and although he could have ripped the man’s arm off easily he allowed him to pull him to a stop.
“If you kill him, she’ll never let you touch her again. You know that. Use your head.”
Chapter 6
Abigail sat cross-legged on the bed and touched the cut on her lip. She had nearly died, been healed by a pixie and kissed Val. Kissing Val was the only thing that she cared about. She sighed and stared out the window into the darkness. David had wanted to stay with her but after half an hour she had asked him to leave.
She hadn’t wanted to hurt his feelings but she could feel her anger throbbing and burning inside of her. If it hadn’t been for him, she would be with Val right now. He would be between her legs, his cock easing the ache between her thighs, and his fangs easing the ache in her brain.
Later, when she had gotten control of herself, she would be grateful to David but right now she wanted to scream with frustration and rage. She touched her mouth again, remembering how it felt to have Val’s firm lips on hers. She had expected them to be cold but they weren’t. They had been warm and had started a thirst in her veins that only he could quench.
She breathed in and out for a few moments before a light outside of the window caught her attention. The pixie hovered outside and Abby didn’t hesitate. She ran across the room and opened the window.
The pixie flew in and stared nervously at her.
“Hello, little one. Thank you for saving my life.” Abby said softly. Moving slowly, she sat down cross-legged on the bed, secretly delighted when the pixie followed her and landed on her knee. She mimicked Abby’s posture, planting her small butt on Abby’s leg and crossing her long purple limbs.
“What’s your name, little one?” Abby asked.
The pixie cocked her head at her but didn’t reply.
“Can you speak?”
The pixie shook her head before opening her mouth and making a fluttering gesture along her throat and in front of her open mouth with her hands. She made desperate grabbing motions before heaving a sigh and hanging her head.
“Was your voice stolen from you?” Abby frowned.
The pixie nodded gravely.
“Is that why your own kind rejected you?”
The pixie made a delicate shrugging motion and stared bored at the ceiling.
“I wonder what your name is.” Abby said. “Maybe I could guess it.”
The pixie jumped to her feet, her wings fluttering, and gestured excitedly at Abigail.
“Okay, okay. Let me try. Hmm... is it Gertrude?”
Abigail laughed when the pixie gave her a look of horror and crossed her arms in a huff.
“Not Gertrude. How about Mabel?”
This time the pixie stomped her feet and turned away. Abby touched her back delicately with her finger and the tiny creature faced her once more.
“I’m sorry for teasing you, little one. Let me try again. Is it Sara? Melody? Madison? Vanessa?”
The pixie shook her head at each name and Abigail blurted, “Tinkerbell?”
The pixie rolled her eyes and made a gagging motion. Abigail giggled again. “It’s hopeless, little one. I’ll never figure it out.”
The pixie stared thoughtfully at her for a moment and then held up her hand in a “watch me” gesture. Abigail watched as the pixie began to mime something out on her leg. Her tired mind, still clanging dully with thoughts of Val, had to watch it several times. The pixie repeated the motions patiently until the light bulb went on in Abby’s brain.
“Flowers! You’re picking flowers!”
The pixie nodded and clapped her hands excitedly, bouncing up and down on Abby’s leg.
“Is your name Flower?” Abigail asked.
The pixie shook her head and made a try again motion.
Abigail frowned. “You’re named after a flower?” She said slowly after a few minutes.
The pixie nodded again and then stroked her long purple hair before pointing at the skin on her bare thigh.
Abby frowned as she did it again and again. Her eyes widened. “Your name is Violet!”
This time the pixie shot into the air and twirled with glee in front of Abigail. Her tiny body glowed brightly and a small smatter of glowing pixie dust sprinkled down from her and landed on Abby’s bare arm. The arm tingled pleasantly for a few seconds.
Abby held out her finger. “I’m Abigail. It’s nice to meet you, Violet.”
The pixie flew forward, grasped Abby’s finger in her small hand and shook it firmly.
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Abby sighed and sank into the soft grass. The white daisies nodded back and forth and she lifted her face to the warm sunshine. She looked dreamily at the clouds that dotted the sky like small puffs of smoke. She could feel her body relaxing and she closed her eyes. She was so tired.
A shadow fell across her face and she frowned and opened her eyes. Val stood before her. He was naked and her eyes dropped to his erect cock; warmth flooded through her pelvis and belly and she moaned softly when he knelt in front of her and pushed her gently on to her back.
“Open your legs, little dove.” He murmured. She stared into his eyes and let her legs part. He nestled his body into the cradle of her hips and at the first feel of his cock against her pussy, she arched upwards. She was as naked as he and she tried to remember when she had taken her clothes off. Had it been before or after she went to her safe place?
She put her thighs around his waist and he smiled at her, his fangs flashing in the sunlight. As he sunk his cock deep inside of her, he lowered his mouth to her throat. She lifted her chin eagerly, gasping at the feel of his hardness throbbing inside of her. His mouth nuzzled her neck and her nipples turned to hard pebbles when his teeth touched against her skin.
He opened his mouth and –
Abigail gasped and tore herself out of her dream world. She sat up from her blankets on the floor, shuddering and shaking and moaning quietly. Val had found her safe place. He had found her safe place and she was going to go mad and –
She was hyperventilating. Her head was buzzing and she felt faint. Quickly, she bent over and stuck her head between her legs, forcing herself to breathe deeply.
Breathe. Breathe. Just breathe, Abigail. Just breathe.
After about five minutes, she had calmed herself and she raised her head cautiously and looked around the small bedroom. The house was small and all of the women had crammed into the one room to sleep. She turned her head to the left. She had made Violet a bed out of small scraps of fabric, and the pixie had burrowed herself so far under them that only the top of her head was showing.
The buzzing in her brain had stopped but her pussy was throbbing and pulsing to the point of pain. Her fantasy about fucking Val had left her wet and dripping. She eased her hand under the blankets and stopped when Erin made a soft, snorting noise in her sleep.
She couldn’t masturbate in this room full of women. She was so turned on that when she came there would be no way to hold in her moans of pleasure. Hell, moans? The way she felt right now, she would be screaming. She pushed back the covers and stood, creeping past the sleeping women and slipping silently out of the bedroom.
There was no place
in the house she could go. Her fists curled in frustration as she tried to think past the need that was making her entire body vibrate. The barn. She would go to the barn and alleviate some of this pulsing need. If she didn’t, she really would go crazy.
It took her less than five minutes to slip out of the house and enter the barn. The horses were in two of the stalls and they snorted sleepily at her as she moved past them to the third and empty stall. There was a blanket folded over the side of the stall and she shook it out quickly and laid it across the ground. She was wearing panties and a long shirt and she stared down at the blanket before suddenly shoving her hand inside her panties. She leaned against the stall, her breath coming in soft gasps and moans, as she rubbed and stroked her clit rapidly. She slid two fingers into her tight pussy, gasping Val’s name as she used her thumb to rub her throbbing clit.
Val walked slowly through the barn, his eyes glued to Abigail’s trembling back. The horses neighed nervously and shied away from him but he paid them no attention and neither did Abby. Although her lower half was hidden by the walls of the stall he knew she was touching herself. His cock was hard and throbbing and he adjusted himself through his pants, trying to relieve some of the pressure.
When he had seen her sneaking into the barn, her white shirt glowing softly in the darkness, he had automatically assumed she was meeting someone. David, no doubt. He had seen it before in humans who lusted after a vampire. If they could not have the vampire, they would fuck as many humans as they could in a vain attempt to quell the urges inside of them.
His blood had boiled at the thought of David touching her and he had entered the barn quickly, ready to tear the man off of her. Relief had coursed through him when he realized she was alone. The relief had been buried beneath a hard throb of lust when she uttered his name in a soft little moan.
He entered the stall behind her and although he was completely silent, her back stiffened. She knew he was there, every nerve in her body was highly attuned to him, and she gave a soft moan of dismay but kept her hand between her legs.
“Go away.” She gasped, her hand rubbing furiously.
He pressed against her, his cock pushing against her ass as he reached around her and cupped her heavy breasts through her shirt. She cried out and tore her hand free of her panties. She clutched the side of the stall with both hands, he could see her juices glistening on her fingers, and he pinched her hard nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
“Val!” She cried and pushed back against him, rubbing her ass against his cock and arching her back.
“Let me help you, little dove.” He whispered into her ear. “Let me take away some of your need.”
“I don’t need your help.” She moaned as he reached down and stroked one pale thigh before slipping his hand under her shirt. His fingers traced the waistband of her panties before he moved them under the elastic. He let his hand rest against her round stomach as he sucked lightly on her earlobe.
“You do, little dove. You’re wet and aching, and you need my cock. I can feel how much you need it.”
He moved his hand down further until his fingers touched the soft curls at the apex of her thighs. She clamped her legs together and he once again admired her willpower.
He used his other hand to turn her face towards his and he smiled at her before kissing her deeply. His tongue swept through her mouth, searching and tasting and she kissed him back eagerly.
He sucked on her lower lip, his tongue running over the small cut on it before he released it with a soft pop. She was panting and staring at him. Her cheeks were flushed with colour and she was rubbing her ass repeatedly against him without realizing it.
“I don’t want the others to know that I let you.” She panted.
“I won’t feed from you, Abigail.” He said suddenly.
She swallowed. “Do you promise?”
“Yes, I promise. I will not bite until you ask me to.” He smiled reassuringly at her.
“I won’t ask you.” She whispered.
He said nothing. She would ask him to bite her, she would beg for it in fact, and he would not be able to resist her pleas. However, he could help her by biting her in places easily concealed.
“Open your legs, little dove.” He encouraged and she gave him a startled look before relaxing her legs just a fraction. He pushed them apart easily. She was so wound up she would come, and come loudly, the moment he touched her. He slammed his mouth down on hers just as his fingers touched her clit. She screamed into his mouth as she came violently against his hand. He wrapped one arm tight around her waist, holding her easily when her knees gave out and she collapsed against him.
He turned her to face him and pulled her shirt over her head. He lowered her on to her back on the blanket and pulled her panties off. Already her hand was moving back between her thighs, her fingers pushing past her wet lips to rub at her clit once more. She had waited too long and he would have to make her come multiple times before the fire in her belly for him was extinguished. He smiled. He was more than up to the task at hand.
Abby knew she should have been embarrassed. She had just come explosively with only a single touch from Val, and he had stripped her naked and lowered her to the ground without a word of protest from her. She had thought that coming would bring some relief but it had only seemed to make it worse. She couldn’t stop herself from reaching between her legs as the blanket scratched roughly at her back and ass.
He pulled her hand away and she slapped at him, mewling with need and frustration. He grinned and pulled his shirt off before lying down between her thighs.
“Cover your mouth, little dove.” He whispered before his tongue slicked across her clit. She bucked her hips and threw her arm over her mouth, screaming once more as she came hard again.
Even before she had finished he was parting her lips with his long fingers and licking her cream away. It tasted nearly as sweet as her blood. His tongue probed her tight opening and she moaned his name. He pushed her thighs wide and began his sweet, sensual assault once more.
She lost track of how many times he brought her to orgasm. By the time he pushed his pants off and propped himself above her, his face was soaked with her juices and the need that had been driving her nearly mad had lost its edge.
She still wanted him, needed to feel his cock inside of her, but she no longer thought she might go crazy. He smiled at her and her gaze dropped to his fangs. They were long and glistening and her pelvis arched as she thought about them sinking easily into her soft flesh. There would be pain, but it would be a sweet pain she thought dimly.
“Are you ready, my sweet dove?” He whispered.
“Yes.” She murmured. “Please fuck me, Val. Please.”
He pushed his cock into her, both of them moaning as he slid easily into her tight, wet cunt. She wrapped her legs around his waist, hooking her feet into the small of his back as he thrust slowly in and out of her.
“You feel so good, Abigail.” He groaned. “So warm, so wet.”
He leaned down and, for the first time, took her nipple into his mouth. He teased it gently with his tongue, feeling it harden in his mouth. He kept his fangs away from her nipple, not wanting to scratch her accidentally, and sucked hard. Her hands gripped his head as her hips twitched and jerked against him and she came helplessly around his hard cock.
He smiled down at her and continued to plunge in and out of her as she gasped and moaned beneath him. The warmth was growing within her again and she urged him to move faster.
He shook his head. “No, Abigail. You don’t get to come again until I let you.”
“Please, Val.” She panted. “Please...”
“You don’t like this?” He whispered. “Should I stop?” He pulled out of her, resting the head of his cock against her opening, and she cried out with frustration.
“No!” She clutched at his rock hard biceps. “Please don’t stop! I need your cock. I need it so much.”
“I know, little dove.”
He said soothingly as he slid his cock back into her.
Abigail moaned. His cock was as hard and thick as she had imagined it to be. Each time he pushed into her, it filled her wet pussy completely and she quivered helplessly under him.
As he slowly pushed in and out of her, the fire grew in her until she was devoured by it. She couldn’t stop staring at his mouth and when he dipped his head and took her nipple into his mouth, she twisted against him, trying to scrape his teeth against her.
He lifted his head, his eyes dark with lust. “Naughty girl. I almost bit you when you did that.”
She took a deep shuddering breath and the plea was coming out of her mouth before she could stop it. “Please bite me, Val. Please.”
He didn’t make her beg. He couldn’t have even if he wanted to. His need for her blood had consumed him and he thrust rapidly in and out of her as he plunged his fangs deep into her shoulder. She cried out and he could feel her cunt clamping down around him as her orgasm burst through her and her blood filled his mouth in a sweet hot rush. He drank deeply as his entire body shuddered and he climaxed hard within her.
Abigail cried out again as her orgasm radiated through her. The pain from Val’s bite had faded quickly and she was having her strongest climax yet. It radiated from her pelvis through her entire body, and with one final shouting gasp she arched her hips against his and passed out.
Chapter 7
“Wake up, little dove. Please.”
His voice whispered in her ear and she blinked and stared blankly at the ceiling of the barn. Val’s face, lined with worry, appeared over her.
“I fed too much.”
She shook her head. “No, you didn’t. I didn’t, uh, pass out from lack of blood.”
He stared puzzled at her for a moment and she blushed when he suddenly grinned widely.
“Stop looking so smug.” She muttered.
He laughed and kissed the tip of her nose. His hard chest was rubbing against her breasts and she was dismayed to feel a familiar tingle starting in her pelvis again. She should have been sated. She had come multiple times, the last one so intense she had passed out, but already she could feel the need for him starting up again.
