Ariel's Desire: A Novel of Vampirism and Submission

by Candace Smith

  "His political background may actually help Dave negotiate situations," Lucien shrugged. "I guess we'll wait and see what Mike has in mind. All in all, this has been a very enjoyable trip, full of surprises." Lucien's eyes shimmered a red haze of contentment as he pinched Ariel's nipple.

  Dave was now nuzzling Ed's neck. As Nicholas walked by Dave asked, "Sir, can I have my name etched on Ed's collar? That way I won't have to worry about Ed having problems with any of the guys already there." he reasoned.

  Ed looked up pleadingly at Nicholas to save him from this further humiliation. "That is a good idea, Dave. I'm sure Ed appreciates your concern." Ed wanted to shriek. Nicholas saved him by adding, "Unfortunately, only the Clansmen's names are allowed on the collars."

  Ed felt instantly relieved. "You might ask Lucien about the wrist cuffs, though." Ed groaned as Nicholas grinned mischievously at him. Dave promised himself to ask Lucien the next time he talked with him. Right now, he had a distressed partner to take care of. Poor Ed was almost quivering in disappointment he couldn't wear the obvious sign of Dave's protection on his collar.

  Thanks to the salvaging efforts of Paul and Zippo, the stew consisted of some vegetables pilfered from a garden added to a weak broth with boiled hard tack. Damon surprised everyone by handing out apples he'd gathered when they stopped a few days ago. Ariel was having a hard time remembering how many days they'd been traveling.

  When the dishes were done, Lucien unexpectedly held his hand out for Ariel to stand. She silently rose to follow him. As he started leading her further into the cavern, she became agitated. She realized that after the many times she had been subjected to exhibiting her passion with the whole group observing, the embarrassment was wearing off. She was comfortable with her group of friends.

  The Slave-master, along with Paul, Zippo and Dave, if needed, could handle the captives. Mike, to his dismay, had his hands once again bound behind him and leashed to his testicle ring. The other captives had been given a push to curl up and sleep. They'd had a hard day. Mike looked at his sleeping, unbound friends seething with the unfairness of his uncomfortable position.

  "Lucien, where are we going?" Ariel asked nervously. The thought of being away from her friends made her uncomfortable. She felt very small walking barefoot beside the tall man.

  He ducked beneath a low rock and turned through an entrance to a small cave on the right. By now they were in darkness, far from the light of the fire pit. Ariel was gripping his hand a little tighter. Lucien looked down and could see her wide human eyes searching blindly. "Lucien, I can't see anything." She was getting scared and beginning to tremble. "Can't we go back by the fire?"

  "You're alright, Ariel." he answered softly. There were several small caves off the main cavern and each of the Vampires had claimed one for themselves years ago. With one hand at the small of her back and one on her shoulder, he continued to lead her forward, into one of the dark rooms. Lucien had laid out their blankets and made their bed here earlier. He walked her toward the far wall and sat her down.

  "Lucien, please take me back. I don't like this." she whined when she realized he intended for them to stay there. He knew how scared she was. He let go of her hand and she panicked, reaching out in the darkness. "Lucien?" she cried.

  Ariel was met with silence, interrupted by a slight rustling sound. While Lucien was undressing, he watched her closely. She was so beautiful, fragile, sitting on the blanket not knowing where she was, or where he was. "Lucien? Sir?" she pleaded.

  "I'm right here, Ariel." he replied as she had used his correct title. He'd trained many companions over the centuries and knew the patience and encouragement needed. "Take off your shirt."

  "Please, Lucien, take me back." She still hadn't connected the term required for him to answer her and was again met with his silence. She would learn.

  Lucien stood naked a few feet away from her waiting for her to address him correctly and comply with his demand. Ariel started reaching out searching in desperation never leaving the blanket's boundaries. He was so quiet, she wasn't sure he was still there. The thought of being alone in the pitch black was frightening her. "Lucien!" she called wildly.

  Knowing she had reached her limits, Lucien prompted, "Who am I?"

  "Sir." Ariel gasped instantly relieved she was not alone, still agitated with her surroundings.

  "I told you to remove you shirt. You have already been warned to do as I say, immediately, Ariel. If you don't want to add another punishment, I suggest you follow my order." His deep voice chilled her.

  Her fingers hesitated for a moment, then her shaking hands reached for the buttons. The darkness acted like a blindfold. "I'm sorry, Luc ... sir. Please, take me back. I'm so scared." The brimming tears spilled. She took the shirt off and folded it beside her.

  Lucien knelt on the blanket and gently guided her to lie down. Acting on impulse, she grabbed tightly at the hands on her shoulders as he pushed her to the blanket. "I told you before, Ariel. Obey me and I will take care of you."

  "Take me back," she sobbed. "Please, I don't like it here."

  "That's two more punishments, little girl. You respond to me by title and never attempt to issue me a command. I make the decisions. Your likes and dislikes are not important as they will become the same as mine. You will learn to obey me, please me. That is all that is required of you now," he said calmly.

  Her thoughts were in turmoil. What he was telling her to do? Give up all her free will? This was against the independent nature she had been forced to assume as a little girl when her father deserted her, leaving Ariel with a mother who sought refuge in a drunken haze, emotionally abandoning her daughter.

  She had learned to survive when her mother disappeared on her binges or brought home one of the many men the girl had known to avoid. Ariel diligently made her way through school, realizing it was the only way to escape the hopelessness she had grown up with. She had worked as a waitress through high school, carefully saving her funds for college. Her mother would shriek and scream at Ariel for the money she'd earned, bemoaning the non-existent sacrifices she'd made to raise her daughter alone.

  After eight years of enduring this torment, with the help of small scholarships, Ariel had procured her freedom and a measure of confidence. She had no one to rely on for so many years. Now this stranger wanted to take it away, leaving her dependent on a man she didn't know, under circumstances she could never have imagined. He was demanding her compliance.

  Ariel began quivering as she comprehended he was going to punish her again. His methods were calculated and she never knew whether to expect intense pleasure or intense pain. Lucien used both indiscriminately.

  His eyes cast a smoldering red glow, the only light in the darkness, and it terrified her. The only sound were her whimpers echoing quietly off the rock walls. His hands still pinned her shoulders against the blanket. She panicked and tried to get away from him. The Vampire held her down easily without saying a word, leaning close to her face so she could hear his breathing and smell his scent. All this was conditioning, making her rely completely on him. This was important. She must learn to let herself trust him through her pain and fear, even if her own senses denied it.

  She exhausted herself sobbing and fighting to escape. Lucien quietly let her expend her energy for several minutes until she understood the futility of her struggles. The young woman fought hard to deny the inevitable. The Vampire would succeed and defeated, she would submit to his desires. It all seemed so frightening and unfair to her.

  Lucien felt her resistance ease and began massaging her shoulders reassuringly. Against her will, his very nearness coaxed her arousal and dampness spread on her lower lips. Lucien inhaled her essence with a hushed growl of conquest. His own superior senses were becoming acutely tuned to his woman's. He could almost feel her fear and his hunger was building, a subtle shiver of anticipation. Her responses and feelings would feed his own passion. This was what he existed for.

  Ariel was perfect for
him. Her past experiences were so innocent. It was easy for Lucien to arouse her and satisfy his own needs. Mike had already gotten her used to considering her partner's fulfillment first. His own selfishness had denied him the full pleasure Lucien had received by ensuring Ariel's passion was released. Lucien was grateful it would be him she would give herself to completely.

  "Ariel, you have three punishments coming," he reminded her. He could feel her body's quivering protest. His hand reached to her weeping slit and spread her wetness, saturating the hidden flesh. Lucien had determined her first 'punishment' would be to experience this encounter with no influence. He relished with expectancy her struggle and denial as he brought her to a violent response.

  Each time he broke through her defenses the barrier became weaker. He knew, for the time being, she recognized almost every climax he had given her as a forced response. In reality, her body had already accepted, expected the pleasure he supplied. Already his very nearness, or merely whispering her name, resulted in her heated, liquid desire. Soon, she would need his touch as much as the very air she breathed.

  Ariel tried in vain to move her juncture away from his maddening caress. "No, Oh God, please!" she begged. "Don't. Please, stop," she cried. She knew he could feel her body betraying her pleas. She didn't understand how she could react this way. She wanted so badly to resist him.

  "Quiet, Ariel. Stop fighting me. Lie still," he commanded continuing to fondle her. She was moaning in passionate misery. The hand holding her down moved to a quivering breast. It was as if he was counting the puckered nubs on her areola, rolling the nipple ring. Slowly, she shook her head back and forth trying to refuse his claim on her. He brushed the pulse on her neck with his lips causing an immediate shudder through her hips.

  "No, no" she moaned. "Please, no..." She was referring to her body's treachery as much as Lucien's seduction of her. He was consuming her mouth, her pleas swallowed in the connection. In part of her panic she realized he was naked.

  His lean body was stretched out beside her. It was the first time he had completely undressed. Lucien put an arm under her shoulders and pulled her up onto his chest. He placed one of his long legs casually across her thighs pinning her down, the coarse hair tickling her.

  After she was secured, he took one of her hands and brought it to his lips. He kissed the trembling wrist and continued to move her hand. He guided it through his unbound hair, letting her learn the length and the texture. He moved it across his forehead, across his eyes, the planes of his cheeks and the length of his nose.

  Now it was back at his parted lips. She would learn him. She would know him by smell and touch as well as she knew him by sight. Tonight would help her ease the fear he craved when he blindfolded her in the future. Using her other senses, knowing him, would keep her from dissolving into the hysteria Heather had never been able to avoid.

  Still holding her hand, he sucked one of her fingers into his mouth. He guided it with his tongue and traced it along his teeth and distended fangs, where she gasped and struggled slightly. Releasing it from his mouth, he continued a journey down his cleft chin, brushing his throat and onto his chest.

  "Sh, Ariel. Just feel me. Touch me," he whispered.

  Ariel tried to pull her hand away. Lucien held it tighter. Not tight enough to hurt her, just enough to let her know he was in command of her movements. "Lucien, please," she quivered.

  "Who am I?" he sighed patiently.

  Reluctantly, she sobbed, "Sir. And you don't care about me or my feelings. You don't care that I'm scared. You don't care that you've taken away everything, everyone I know."

  Her trapped hand was brushing over his chest, stroking the muscles and hair, caressing his nipples. "You are mine, Ariel. You are all I do care about. I demand your feelings of pleasure. I desire your fear knowing how it arouses you. You had nothing before me. You had no one. I will give you everything. I will be your everything."

  "Then hypnotize me, or whatever it is you did before. I don't want to be a part of your life. I don't want to know what you'll make me become." Ariel's could not bear the pain of giving in to him.

  "I want you, Ariel, not some mindless body. My enjoyment is molding you to my desires," he murmured.

  "Then I won't be me anymore. Don't you understand that?" she demanded.

  "Oh, Ariel. You can't know. There are secrets inside you that you don't even admit to yourself. Your body knows. It always has. It's why you sought a relationship of dominance in the flatlands. That selfish little boy you had given yourself to was a mere taste of what you long for. A small, unfulfilling sample of what you truly desire. I will give it all to you. You will not be left yearning, grasping for the passion you deserve." Lucien was smiling in the dark, knowing his words were true, knowing in some small place, she knew it too.

  Her sobs became silent, defeated tears as he continued moving her hand. Down his taught ribcage, over his stomach where she brushed the hair trailing to his manhood. She tried to pull her hand back. "Ssh. Learn me," he whispered to her shuddering body.

  His large cock was hovering over her tiny hand as he guided it to the base. He ran her fingers up, then down the entire length meeting at his tight sack. He curled her hand and started stroking himself with it, her fingers not able to span the circumference.

  She continued her silent crying, no longer fighting his grasp. The smoothness of his skin, the ridge under the rounded head, the tiny slit wet with a drop of his semen. He touched the drop of heated liquid with her finger and raised it to her lips. When she realized his intentions she gasped, "No," and he forced it gently into her mouth. Oh, yes. You will learn my taste. Lucien smiled.

  He returned her hand to his testicles, cupping her fingers around his balls while she quivered silently. He moved her hand down his thighs, and then the return journey, ending with him once again kissing her small wrist. He had received the reaction he wanted. He could smell her own liquid heat discharging from her channel.

  He was pleased she had submitted to his teachings with anxiety, but none of his former companions' hysteria. Ariel was his ideal sexual compliment. The glow in his eyes was deeper, brighter at the thought of what pleasures they would share.

  He sat her up. "Take your hair down for me."

  Too confused and frightened to protest, her hands reached for the band holding the end of her braid at her waist and laid it on her folded shirt. She started unwrapping the twists. The mountain water she had been rinsing it in when they stopped, left it soft and smelling only of her, with no fragrant soap to mask her scent.

  She threw the tresses over her shoulder so it fell to the top of her hips. Lucien moved behind her. She now sat between his spread legs in the darkness. One hand explored her hair, brushing the erection nestled against her back. His head bent to her neck as his other hand found her breast and administered again to her tight nipple.

  His touch was so gentle she thought she might have imagined some of his strokes. "Ah, my good girl. My sweet, sweet Ariel," he murmured into her throat. Her mind was racing. Would he force her to climax again for him? Was he preparing to pierce her throat with his sharp canines? Everything he did to her was unexpected. All of it aroused and scared her at the same time.

  She had no sense of time in the darkness of the cave. It seemed to her many long minutes had passed before he did more than run his fingers through her hair, gently caress her breast, and inhale, sometimes lightly lapping, the pulse of her throat. She didn't realize how calm she had become.

  Lucien continued stroking her as he moved to her side and laid her back down. He leaned over her, his long hair brushing her cheeks as he bent to kiss her. She shuddered softly opening her mouth to his gentle demand.

  One arm was wrapped around the top of her head, casually running his fingers through her hair. The other began its path to her wet sex. He ran his finger up and down her folds, spreading her desire. Releasing her mouth, he traveled down until he rested between her legs. As he had done before, he hooked a finger from
each hand through her nether-lip rings and spread her wide.

  He bent down and her thighs were forced up onto his shoulders, her heels resting on his back. Her sobs were combined with soft moaning. She knew he could, she knew he would, arouse her to almost painful orgasms. He kissed her folds and trailed up and down the wet pink flesh with his fingers.

  His fingers dipped into her pussy, thrusting in the contracting heat. His tongue began sucking her clit and she wrenched her hips trying to escape. He was whispering against her, words she could not hear, but she felt his warm breath. She calmed slightly and he continued his torture.

  With one hand buried in her pussy, the fingers of the other hand moved further. The damp fingers spreading her arousal around her puckered ring, he inserted one long finger, causing her to try to rise in protest. She felt his whispered calming words again, until she settled back. A second finger punctured through the entrance. With two fingers filling each access, Lucien went back to sucking and nibbling her button as he gently thrust with his hands.

  Her sobbing had quieted and all she was able to produce were moans and sounds of passion. Just as the first orgasm racked through her with shattering intensity, Lucien peeled back his lips and sank a fang into each of her labial folds above the rings. He drank her release with her blood as he held her down. Intense climaxes washed over her as he continued to feed. She was crying as the powerful releases were forced through her body again and again. At last, Lucien lifted his head and roared his triumph.

  She was shaking in the aftermath of an experience no mortal could have given her. "What have you done to me?" she whimpered, not expecting him to answer.