Ariel's Desire: A Novel of Vampirism and Submission

by Candace Smith

  The Vampire smiled in acknowledgement showing its fangs. Ariel stared at the white, pointed canines. Still making eye contact it lowered its head, licked the skin around the sore nipple then sank its fangs deep into the fleshy breast meat surrounding the tight bud.

  It pinned Ariel with the stinging capture, burning her while swiping its tongue across her nipple. Except for her searching, clenching sex, Ariel was motionless, still staring into the smiling red eyes of the Vampire. Her mind was reeling, trying to comprehend the sensations she was assaulted with.

  The initial pain of the bite was decreasing as venom started to numb the wound. She could sense the creature was enjoying her torture, though not in the brutal abandonment of the night before. It looked like a predator carefully examining its prey with excitement, waiting for her next move. Ariel could feel him quivering with anticipation.

  She studied its eyes. Ariel could see the midnight blue irises beneath the surface of the Vampire. Unexpectedly, this calmed her. Lucien was still here with her. She now understood clearly, his soul was melded with this sensuous beast. He would not allow her to be destroyed. The Vampire's eyes widened slightly in surprise. Ariel realized he knew what she had concluded.

  Then it squinted a look of mischievous challenge. Ariel hesitantly smiled down at the Vampire. She removed the hands that had been pushing at his wide shoulders and began stroking his head, sifting through his wild, dark hair. As her fear abated, she became aware of how handsome the aroused creature was. No, not a creature. A Vampire. Lucien.

  Bereft as the fear left her, Lucien pulled at her captured breast. Ariel gasped in pain and saw a red flash of satisfaction cross through his gaze. She tightened her fists and yanked his long hair. With an incomprehensible swift move, he grasped her wrists and pulled them high over her head. His eyes glittered with ruby sparkles at his victory.

  Ariel came to a realization. It's a game. He's playing with me. She began to understand that each flash of pain he caused her resulted in an aroused response. The inflicted moves caused a contraction through her core and a look of pleasure in his eyes. She arched her back forcing her breast into his face and ground her hips down onto his moving hand. Ariel was demanding her own pleasure, lessening the hurt on her breast while filling her soaked channel with his fingers.

  Lucien countered as he took a long pull of blood into his mouth and inserted a lubricated finger into her ass. "Ow!" she wailed. She pushed her hips upward to remove the intrusion and Lucien threw one long, muscular leg across her thighs. Still sucking her copper-spiced fluid, he gazed at her in triumph. The rhythm of the pulls at her breast caused a primeval response in her that she matched with tightening urgency within the two breached accesses between her legs. Lucien started stroking her beaded clit with his thumb and she threw herself up into his hand, abandoning the pain of the fingers pinching her two tunnels together.

  "Oh, mmm." she moaned and pushed wildly, searching blindly for her passionate crest. Lucien drew his exploring hand back and she heaved toward him in frustration. Ariel wanted to pull him closer, into him, but the tightly gripped wrists made it impossible.

  Lucien let go of her breasts, sealing the punctures with a swift passing of his tongue. She was still trying to impale the hand that was now merely stroking with maddening gentleness at the slick pink folds of her mound. He found her panting mouth with his and kissed her deeply. Ariel tasted the coppery tang of her blood mixed with his saliva and it excited her even more.

  Lucien released Ariel's wrists and she clutched him to her. She spread her legs and wrapped her thighs around his. The head of his hard shaft brushed her heated entrance and she surged toward him with unanswered hope. He drew back. "No," she demanded passionately.

  Lucien's red misted gaze fixed on her pleading eyes. Frantically, she tried to pull him into her. "What do you want, Ariel?" his deep, quiet voice demanded. Heated desire glittered across the deep blue shadow behind the ruby haze.

  "You. I want you, Lucien. Please. Oh, God. Please, Lucien, I can't take this," she gasped.

  "Who am I? Who am I, Ariel?" he chanted softly.

  "You are the Vampire," she uttered desperately.

  "What will you give me? What can I take in return?" he coaxed.

  "Anything, Lucien. Whatever you need." she moaned.

  "You know what I need, Ariel. I need your fear, your pain. Will you give me that to receive your pleasure?" he commanded gently.

  "Anything. I'll give you everything," she declared passionately.

  Lucien leaned back out of her frantic embrace. He turned her, facing her back to him. He knelt between her legs and began rubbing the globes of her ass. She lay still in apprehension.

  While one hand continued the massage of her rounded flesh, the tapered fingers on his other hand found her slick crevice. He ran them up and down her slit, gently pinching the tight bead of her clit as he stroked. She pressed down on his hand in need. Lucien circled her anus with her creamy fluid, coating her as he pushed past the tight ring.

  Ariel was aware of his erection at the entrance of the forbidden tunnel. Her anxiety mixed with her arousal as she realized his intension. Lucien felt her shiver with fear and the Vampire soared with excitement. Instinct took over and she tried to squirm away.

  Lucien fixed his hands on her hips, his claws already protruding ready to capture her. "Push your belly down into the mattress, Ariel. It will open you and relax your muscles. It will ease my way."

  "You're too big. You'll tear me apart." She let out a frightened sob, muffled by the pillow.

  "I can heal you, if necessary," he reassured her. "You promised me, Ariel. Whatever I desired."

  She knew he would perform this intrusion on her. Ariel tried to push her stomach into the soft mattress, as her exposed ring was pushed into his hardness. She felt the capped head of his cock press hard against the unyielding hole. She knew his claws were ready to pierce her hips and draw her to him if she tried to move away.

  The pressure against her bottom was increasing and slowly he entered her. Her straining muscles drew tight in protest. She sobbed uncontrollably as he stretched the unused channel. Lucien inhaled excitedly as he smelled blood slowly seeping from a small tear inside her.

  Knowing his semen would heal the small rip, he moved slowly, with gentle thrusts stretching and filling her until his entire length was plunging in and out of the gripping walls. The Vampire's desire was a fiery heat of passion. Lucien drew in the claws on one hand to stroke her arousal. He still held her securely in place with the other.

  His hand mimicked the deep thrusts of his cock as it plunged deep into her pussy while stroking her clit. Ariel began to give herself over to the hypnotic motion, concentrating on her pleasure and pushing the pain in her rectum to background noise. Her wanton desire was demanding release.

  Suddenly, Ariel rocked into a shattering orgasm. Lucien plunged both his hand and his cock into the spasms, clenching his jaws tightly at the excruciating contractions. Her explosive climax forced her back to arch as Lucien followed her when she rose to her knees, pushing back into her release.

  He placed both hands on her hips and reaching to stroke her clit, pulled her back into him with a frenzied, thrusting action. He felt himself tighten as hot spend shot up his shaft.

  Lucien pulled her to him, buried deep within her he was lost in ecstasy. As his seed began to erupt, he lunged forward and sank his fangs deep into her shoulder blade, pinning her in the ultimate submissive pose. She screamed at the slicing pain of her arousal.

  Slowly, they both quieted to an exhausted completion and fell softly to the bed. Sore, but satiated to a level she never could have contemplated, Ariel rose and leaned over Lucien. Her hair fell to a protective, lovers' curtain shielding them so only their faces were visible to each other. The red mist was leaving his eyes. She hurried to speak before the Vampire could retreat fully. The words were for him as well. "I love you, Lucien."

  CHAPTER 17

  HARVEST CELEBRATION

>   Ariel added notes to the thick book open on the table in front of her. She'd been sitting in the garden continuing to add to Hannah's catalog. Ariel loved the gardens. She was amazed at Hannah's knowledge concerning the plants nutritional and healing properties as well as their care.

  Hannah had explained that for centuries the gardens had been maintained by the gardener and her apprentice. The knowledge of the plants was passed on by word of mouth. Five winters ago, Emma had died from pneumonia after being caught in a blizzard when she got lost on her way to the gardens trying to protect her precious plants.

  Hannah realized what a devastating situation this could have been if she had not already spent fifteen years as Emma's apprentice. The gardens were necessary for the mortals' survival at the settlement. She decided it was crucial to have a written record of the information.

  Life had become a comfortable routine during the day and a passionate explosive series of pleasurable releases at night. Ariel had learned to elicit a balance between Lucien's natures that were now more an exciting thrill than a panicked response. The Vampire thrived on the trepidation she felt at unexpected demands that always included a measure of pain to her, culminating in mind numbing ecstasy.

  Ariel would push herself to the threshold of her ability as she searched for the intense red glow of desire in her Vampire's eyes. She was wild with passionate delight when she could withstand his torture long enough to know he was deeply aroused. She was able to enjoy the agonizing moments inflicted on her, knowing her release would be powerful and Lucien's comforting embrace would then hold her protectively through the night.

  Ariel returned to the moment. Looking across the garden she saw Lucien approaching to escort her to noon meal. He is so unbelievable handsome. She watched as his large, sinewy body sheathed in darkly tanned leather approached. A stray lock of his long dark hair had escaped from the leather thong at his nape and she watched him distractedly brush it aside as the breeze blew it across his face.

  When he reached her shaded spot, he caught her face in his hands and kissed her. "How is the book coming along?" he queried.

  "Pretty well, actually. I have a few more pages to go through then I can get my hands dirty with Hannah." Ariel was excited about working with her beloved plants.

  Lucien sat on the bench across from her. Ariel could tell his mind weighed heavy on a problem for the past week. "Lucien, what's bothering you? Is there anything I can do to help?"

  He smiled. "The problem is a confusing one. I believe I need to discuss options with Patrick at the Harvest Celebration next week." The entire settlement had been preparing for the bi-annual meeting of the Clans and the Tribe. Ariel found herself curiously excited about meeting the other inhabitants of the valley.

  After Shawna had returned from helping deliver Wind Seeker's son, she had told Ariel the Indians' camp was like stepping through a window in time. Shawna said there really were teepees scattered between some more permanent cabins. Everything was well organized. She evaded any inquiries about Mike, saying only she had seen but not spoken with him and that he looked well.

  "We seem to have an unprecedented though undeniable situation. I have known Vampires who have sunk into a deadly spiral of longing and withdrawal not able to find their mate. That's why we decided that any of us who located their woman, would have to leave. The agony of loneliness and despair would undermine the rest of us." Lucien explained.

  "It's still so unbelievable that we have all claimed our mates. Patrick left almost two hundred years ago and not one mate has been found for any of the rest of us until now." Lucien looked up at Ariel in wonder. "The question now is whether we stay together, split off the Clans or ask Patrick if he'd like to re-join us."

  "It sounds like a pleasant type of problem, Lucien. Think how sad it would have been if one or two of the Clansmen had been left out. There is a question I have, though." Ariel looked a little nervous.

  "What would that be?" he smiled patiently.

  "You said Patrick's woman was a Vampire. She didn't come to the valley as one, did she?" Ariel asked.

  "No. We convert our mates so they can stay with us eternally. I will change you soon. Nicholas is still trying to convince Christal that she will not lose her independence." Lucien leaned closer as if to tell Ariel something in confidence. "She still doesn't believe she's a protected mate and never going to be the leader of a feminist takeover at the settlement." Lucien was amused at the idea.

  "We feel it will be in all our best interest if you are converted at the same time. We don't want any of our mates unduly stressed at watching the change in one of their friends and agonizing over what lay in store for them when it is their time." Lucien finished.

  "Does it, um, does it hurt?" Ariel felt anxious.

  "Don't worry so. I'll be with you the whole time," he said.

  Well, that was a big yes, Ariel thought nervously.

  * * * *

  The days passed quickly and soon the settlement was loading carts and back packs preparing to leave for the celebration taking place near the woods at the south border of the valley. They set out at dawn and would reach their destination by mid-afternoon following the shade of the trees around the grasslands.

  Lucien had Ariel smiling in excitement seated in front of him on his big brown horse as they crossed the boundary. "Do you think he'll like me? Patrick, I mean. Lucien, I'm just so ordinary. I mean you're so important and all, and I'm just little, plain me," she worried.

  "Ariel," Lucien chuckled, "stop babbling. Patrick will adore you for the happiness you have brought me. How could you possibly think yourself to be ordinary? Everything about you is exquisitely perfect." He leaned down and kissed her head, squeezing her gently in a hug.

  They stopped for noon meal and the excitement at the oncoming celebration was spreading. Hannah and Ariel had discovered with some cross pollination they could strengthen some of the more fragile plants. They brought starters for Patrick's Clan. They Indians relied on the settlements if they needed medicinal plants not found in the woods.

  They finished eating quickly and continued their journey. A few hours later, Wind Seeker came riding toward them. "Lucien," he waved, "Patrick's Clan arrived about noon. He's excited to see all his brothers with their new mates. Ariel, you're looking well." The handsome Indian smiled at her.

  "I'm doing well, Wind Seeker. How is your son?" she inquired.

  "He's a fierce warrior. He has already captured me." The Indian laughed, love shining in his dark eyes.

  "I can't wait to hold him," Ariel laughed back. She missed the look of unease Lucien and Wind Seeker shared.

  The clearing was arranged in a half-moon shape. The Clans were on either end, safe under the trees. The Indians were further out in the warmth of the sun on the grasslands. There was a huge fire pit ringed with large rocks in the center of the gathering.

  A tall handsome man with a beautiful woman approached them as Lucien helped Ariel down from the big horse. "I forgot how sore my butt got." Ariel rubbed her backside and winced, her face reddening when she noticed the strangers in front of her.

  The woman laughed and smiled at her. "When you can get him to let you off his lap, oh, say within the next fifty years or so, ask him to get you a smaller horse of your own. It makes the ride much more pleasurable. I'm Constance, Ariel. Patrick's mate."

  "It's so good to finally meet you, Constance." Ariel smiled at the woman, instantly liking her.

  "They are an over-protective, arrogant species, these Vampires of ours," Constance continued.

  "Your overprotective, arrogant mate will punish you if you keep this up, my love." Patrick smiled at her.

  Ariel saw the brief flash of red desire cross Constance's eyes. "Yes, sir."

  Constance walked Ariel around the clearing introducing her to everyone. Wind Seeker's son was thriving. Ariel held him as his little black eyes searched her face, a plump fist gripping tightly to her braid. When she handed him back to his petite Indian mother, Ariel said to
Constance, "He's so cute with those little tuffs of black hair and his eyes are like black glass, so shiny."

  Constance deliberated on speaking for a moment, then she said quietly, "You do know we don't have babies in the settlements."

  Ariel froze. It was true. The settlers that had been released when her group arrived were still young enough to start families. There should have been older children and signs of pregnancy by now. "I wasn't sure about the Vampires, but what about the elders?"

  "It's in the herbs we eat from the time we get to the valley. It makes the women infertile," Constance explained.

  "Why would the Clan want that?" Ariel was confused.

  "Child birth can be dangerous. The Vampires won't unnecessarily allow anything that puts one of their woman at risk. It's difficult on babies and children up here. Many don't survive to adulthood. Only the Indians reproduce. It's the only way they can survive," Constance stated.

  "Lucien hasn't told you this yet, has he?" Constance speculated.

  "No. I never thought to ask. There's so much other new stuff to absorb," Ariel replied.

  "It's a wonderful life up here, Ariel. To mean the whole world to a passionate man who will for eternity, desire only you. To know he exists for you alone is a powerful bond. I have never regretted belonging to Patrick."

  "For a long time I worried Patrick was sorry he met me, forcing him to leave his brothers. He gave up everything to be with me. I just couldn't see how I could be worth that much to him. I was an old maid daughter to a poor homesteader." Constance laughed at the memory. "Gradually, I understood what the claiming is to them. Patrick can no longer exist without me. He needs me every bit as much as I need him."

  Although she would not have been surprised, Ariel didn't notice Lucien and Patrick trailing a short distance behind their mates. The women continued to speak quietly as they wandered behind the Indian camp where the horses and livestock were corralled.