by Zara Novak
“I’m sorry.” Claire said with a rasping whisper. She hadn’t noticed now until she’d sat down in Eric’s arms, but she was so dreadfully tired, so dreadfully exhausted. She sat up a little, yawning, stretching her body.
“You know, I hadn’t realized until now, but I haven’t slept since you took me.”
Eric looked down at her hands in his lap.
“I apologize,” He said, “I’ve been a pretty dreadful host. I haven’t slept either - how about we take rest together? We can come back to everything else tonight.”
Before Claire could realize what was happening, Eric had brought her a pair of black satin pajamas. She changed into them, marveling at their comfort. He stripped down to charcoal gray boxers, and Claire tried her hardest not to gawk at his exquisite body. His body almost seemed to glow in the dim light of the room. As she lay on the bed she watched his silhouette move about the room. The light caught on the tight muscles of his body, highlighting his pecs and abdominals. Just above the line of his underwear Claire could see the outline of his Adonis belt, the arrow of muscle that pointed down to the well stuffed underwear that sat at the top of his muscled thighs.
“And what about the rest of your family?” Claire mused as he slipped under the covers next to her. She gasped upon feeling the warmth of his crotch pressing against her rear as he held her from behind. His hand slipped around her, resting gently over hers.
She felt safe, she felt secure in his embrace.
“In the Castle?” His voice whispered over her ear like black velvet.
“Yes…” Claire nodded, her voice starting to become lulled by sleep.
“There’s my father, and my two sisters. Veronica and Sophie. Then there’s Wraith and I. That’s all.”
“No mother?”
“No.” Eric paused. “Not anymore.”
*
Claire was in a midnight forest, staring up at the branches high above her, listening as the bare branches on the oaks creaked in the night wind.
“You’ll catch your death in the cold out here.”
She turned slowly to face the voice. He stepped from the shadows of an ink black tree, walking until his arms were around her.
“How did you find me out here?” She whispered, staring at the ethereal beauty that was his face.
Light itself seem to emanate from his ivory complexion, illuminating the darkness like an angel.
“I can always find you.” He said, pressing his soft red lips against hers.
Claire moaned into his mouth. She closed her eyes, letting her whole body relax in his strong embrace. He drew his lips from her and placed them onto her throat, suckling at her flesh, long and deep.
“You bewitch me.” She gasped.
He guided a hand down between her legs, pulling the hem of her dress up, probing at the silky softness between her thighs.
“Oh Eric…” Her head lolled as he slipped a finger inside of her, pulling the dark lace fabric of her panties to one side, all the while kissing at her neck. “…how do I deserve a man like you?”
She traced her own hands down the muscles on his back, shivering with pleasure as he pulsed his fingers in and out of her.
“I am no man.” He whispered the words against her throat, the sensation almost tickling her.
“But you are.” She laughed in a whisper. “You’re Eric. You’re a man as I am a woman…”
“No…” He said the words firmer this time, almost growling them like some mad dog. He pulled his head up from her throat and then Claire froze upon seeing the face. It wasn’t the face of Eric that she was looking at, it was his brother, Wraith.
“You?!” She tried to struggle free, but her arms and legs had betrayed her, moving at a glacial pace, and with no strength at all. “Let me go!” She yelled. “Eric, Eric, save me!”
“He can’t save you now.” Wraith whispered with a frozen growl.
“Let me go, let me go!”
“I’ll let you go. Just as soon as I’ve finished drinking you dry.”
His lips snarled back, revealing the long pointed lines of his fangs. He threw his mouth upon her neck, sinking the points into her flesh. Claire gasped upon feeling the small punctures, which burned in her skin like fiery knives.
“No,” She whispered, turning slowly, her whole body moving with no urgency, despite her will. “Please…stop.” Her words became like treacle, her mind like ice. His fingers clutched her tighter, his grip holding her firm. His jaw pulsed against her throat, as he swallowed mouthfuls of her blood. He drank for what felt like a lifetime and when he let her go she fell, sinking into the leaf covered floor, marveling at it’s softness.
“No…”
He stood over her, his red eyes glinting in the moonlight. He knelt down, and horror passed over her face, for it wasn’t Wraith. It was Eric again.
“Yes.” He smiled, laughing to himself darkly. “You’re mine now, and I’ll do with you as I wish. Whenever and whatever I like.”
“No, no, no!”
*
Claire sat bolt upright in bed, her chest heaving in the darkness. Eric sprung awake next to her.
“What, what is it?!”
He turned the bedside lamp on, casting pale light across the dark room. Eric brushed a strand of hair from off Claire’s face. She was pale with fright, and her pupils were two fine points. As he brushed his fingers, color flushed in her cheeks, returning her face to it’s doll like beauty.
“I don’t know.” Claire said honestly, unable to remember her dream. “Some nightmare I think. It was… I was in a forest I think.”
“It’s okay.” Eric placed an arm around her and they lay back on the bed again.
“I didn’t even realize I’d fallen asleep.” Claire turned to face Eric. She couldn’t quite believe that she was really lying here with a man as beautiful as him. Just looking at him took her breath away.
“What are you thinking?” He asked, staring back into her eyes.
“Can’t you just read my mind and know?”
“Well yes. But you asked me not to. And I promised I wouldn’t, so I won’t.”
Claire looked at Eric, warmth spreading across her chest. A smile crept across her face as she looked at him. Eric smiled too.
“What? What is it? What are you thinking?!”
“Nothing.” She beamed. You’ll have to make do with not knowing.”
“You’re such a tease Ms. Eldrige.” His words whispered over her like soft silk. He placed a hand on the curve of her hip and squeezed his fingers into her flesh, pulling their bodies together.
She felt his hardness graze her stomach and bit her lip, wondering…
“Okay, I don’t have to be a mind reader to tell you’re thinking something naughty.” Eric laughed. He moved his hand around the back of her and squeezed at her ass. Claire felt the urge to moan rising in her throat and fought against it.
“Come on.” Eric whispered, shifting forward so their faces were closer. “What are you thinking?”
“I was just imagining what it would feel like to have your cock in my mouth.” Claire dashed her gaze from his, looking down into the darkness of the sheets. She regretted saying it as soon as she had, and she felt her cheeks burning slightly in embarrassment.
“You don’t just have to imagine.” Eric said, clearing at something in his throat. “Why not find out for yourself?”
Claire’s eyes darted back up to his. “You mean, you don’t mind?”
Eric laughed. “Why on earth would I mind?”
“I was… well I was just worried that you might not want me to. I know I’m not very attractive.”
He placed a finger on her lips almost instantly.
“Never say that again.” His voice flared like steel. It almost felt as if Eric was using his intention, but Claire knew that it was just the conviction of his voice. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I love every inch of your body from head to toe.”
Claire felt a strange warmth
bubbling up from within her chest and she giggled. She’d never been complimented by a man like this before, it felt strangely good.
“Okay.” She smiled bashfully. She bit her lip once more and finally summoned the strength to glance at him quickly. She found herself excited for a moment, then another question rose in her mind, dashing her hopes.
“But… but what if I’m no good at it?”
“Well I’m sure there’s only one way to find out.” Eric threw back the sheet with his hands, and wrapped his thumbs around the waist band of his boxer shorts. A moment later he was laying on his side before her, completely nude. His cock was fully erect, pre-cum dripping from the pink slit at the tip of his shaft, forming a small pool of damp on the mattress cover.
Claire flicked her eyes over his body greedily, taking every inch of his perfection in, not wanting to forget a moment of him. Just looking at Eric made her tingle between the legs. All she could imagine is how it would feel to be sat on top of him, sliding down slowly, moaning as his length cleaved her virgin walls in two.
“Can’t was just,” She paused, thinking, “We should just - fuck me. Please.”
He crushed his body against hers, she opened her mouth, surrendering to him completely. He had one arm around her back, and another around her hips, pulling her body against his. She moaned into his mouth, pressing her palms against the muscle of his chest. She was so wet, so open, so ready for him.
He pulled away. Breathing hard.
“I can’t.” He said. “Not yet. We have to wait until you’re at peak arousal, you’re not ready yet.”
She opened her mouth to protest but Eric placed a finger between her lips.
“You’re not, trust me. This is just as hard for me as it is for you.”
“Fine.” Claire huffed then a wry smile spread across her face.
She shifted her weight onto all fours, and positioned herself over his legs, so his crotch was directly below her head. She sat on his legs for a moment, staring down at his twitching mass.
“What are you doing?” Eric laughed.
Claire shifted her weight on his legs, pushing her swollen lips against the hard edge of his shins. She saw him swallow at something in his throat, and smiled at seeing she was having an effect on him.
“If you’re going to tease me, then I’m going to tease you.”
She pulled at the buttons on her pajama top slowly, unfastening them one by one from top to bottom. When she reached the bottom, she pulled at the bottom corners of the shirt, pulling the fabric taught against her large breasts, causing it to squeeze into her flesh ever so slightly.
Eric’s cock twitched with hardness, lifting off his stomach for a moment.
“Gods yes…” He moaned, hypnotized by her strip tease.
“Do you like this …Daddy?” She whispered the question as lustfully as possible, surprising herself at how hot the words sounded coming from her mouth.
“Daddy likes it a lot.” Eric said, flapping his mouth in shock.
She pulled the left half of her pajama shirt back from her breasts slowly, covering her nipple with her right hand. She eased her left arm out of the sleeve and then shifted hands quickly so her left hand was cupping her breast.
He twitched again and she looked down at him with a knowing smile. Claire had never done anything sexy like this for a man before and knowing that she was having an effect on him was driving her wild.
“Keep going…” Eric pleaded. “Don’t stop.”
She pulled back the second side of the pajama shirt, repeating the strip tease as she had done on the first half. When the top was completely removed she threw it onto the floor and sat there for a moment, holding her breasts in her hands, twisting her wet crotch against his legs.
“You should come further up my body and do that on my dick.” Eric suggested. “It would be much better for both of us.”
“Maybe…” Claire whispered seductively, “But then how would I do this?”
She bent over slowly, placing her hands on the smooth muscle of his hips. She placed a solitary kiss at the point below his nipples and crawled back on the bed, working down his torso as she did so. It wasn’t long until she reached the tip of his cock, which sprawled up his body in it’s gargantuan length, stopping midway between his belly button and his chest.
She licked the tip at first with the most delicate grace, brushing the very tip of her tongue against the head so lightly, like a faint whisper.
“Oh god!”
Claire smiled as she heard Eric gasp above her, his hands twitched from the bed to her hair, his fingers moving to sieve through her thick locks.
“Nah ah.” Claire lifted her hands from his hips, forcing his hands back to the mattress. “No hands. You’re only allowed to watch.”
He groaned in frustrated pleasure, twisting his hips from off the mattress, his cock lunging at her mouth. She opened her mouth and turned her head, sucking his shaft into her mouth and holding it there for a moment like a fleshy cob.
“Oh god, Claire, I don’t know how much of this I can take.”
She felt herself clenching at his words, her pussy positively dripping now. She twisted her hips against his thighs, pushing her wet panties against his legs.
“I want your cum in my mouth.” She whispered.
Eric gasped in return. “Yes, fuck, yes.”
She wrapped her slender hand around the mammoth girth of his shaft, groaning as she felt his warmth against her palm. She stroked her hand up and down his length slowly several times relishing at how solid it felt in her grasp. Claire had often imagined (in her naughtier moments) what a cock would feel like in her hand. She stared in wonder at his dick as she moved her palm up and down the firm shaft, almost hypnotized by the motion herself.
“I can barely touch my fingers around you.” She smiled, looking up at the torture on his face.
“You’re so slow,” He gasped, “So delicate. I can’t bare it.”
She felt his cock twitch under her hand several times over. She let go immediately, wagging her finger at him.
“Ah ah. No cumming just yet. Only in my mouth. Don’t waste it.”
He simply nodded, no words left to give. Claire almost felt surprised at the way she was acting. She had no idea where this… temptress was coming from. And she had no idea that she could have such an effect over a man, especially a man like Eric.
She took his cock in her hand again and pumped a few more times, a little quicker now. Pre-cum dripped from the pink slit at the tip of his bulbous head. She closed her eyes, relishing at the feeling of his veins as her palm glided up and down him, passing through her hand like thick ropes.
She paused to imagine what the ridges of his shaft would feel like pulsing against the walls of her cunt, and felt her self spasming a little at the though. She let out a small but involuntary gasp of pleasure, causing Eric to look at her with a raised eyebrow.
“Just close your eyes and relax.” She said, attempting to deflect attention from her.
She pumped at his shaft again, pulling it toward her and she lowered her mouth to the swollen tip of his cock. She wrapped her lips around it, pushing her tongue down to guide the firm tip into her mouth.
“Claire, fuck, fuck!” His whispered breath staggered into the dark as she slid her mouth down the shaft. She managed to work down half of his length before she found she could go no further.
I will get to the bottom at some point. She thought to herself, and she made a mental note to practice whenever she was alone.
For now it seemed that halfway was enough. She closed her eyes, humming in pleasure as she held his cock in her mouth, swilling her tongue around the thickness of his throbbing shaft. He continued to whisper words of encouragement and tortured pleasure.
Claire felt the mattress cover pulling away from her knees slightly. She didn’t have to open her eyes to know that it was his hands, scrunching up the fabric in his palms. She lifted her head up quickly, pursing her lips around the very t
op of his cock.
She pushed her tongue into the slit, licking up the small drops of pre-cum. He tasted salty sweet, an unusual but delicious taste that she longed to drink down deep.
“I can’t last like this…” He moaned.
She kissed the tip of his cock, holding his base in her palm.
“Thirty more seconds.” She purred softly, looking up at him. She took him in her mouth again, sliding down to the halfway point of his generous length one more, pulling back quicker this time, gliding her mouth into a fast but steady rhythm.
As her mouth bobbed up and down his length, she took her breast in her hand and palmed at it gently while gyrating her wetness against his legs.
A constant but steady trickle of moans escaped his mouth now, and it seemed that his cock was growing firmer with every pump of her mouth. She moved her head with swift firmness, rolling up and down the length, eyes closed, nostrils flaring, mouth humming.
“I can’t-” He stammered, and she heard his arms moving and his fingers glancing her hair. “I must - please.”
She brought her lips to the top of his cock and whispered her permission.
“Cum.”
The steel length of his cock twitched below instantly, and Claire wrapped her lips around the head to catch him. It came as a solitary burst at first, and then it came all at once. Thick, hot ropes of his cum, squirting up from the salty slit of his cock, pulsing into her mouth like molten fire, spouting onto her tongue and the roof of her mouth.
Her breath raced through her nose as she caught him, squeezing her hand tight around his shaft as she focused all her concentration on drinking him up. His cock squeezed tight, flinching like rigid metal a dozen times over, fast first, but then slower, as each pulse of cum brought him nearer to the end of his climax.
She felt him soften in her mouth slightly, and when she was sure he was done, she sucked her lips up the head of his cock, keeping them pursed as he left her mouth, not wanting to spill a drop.
She sat up straight on his legs, swilling her tongue around her mouth, swallowing the remnants of his love down hungrily.
Eric lay on the bed, eyes closed, the back of his hand cast against his forehead. He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling, and then he looked to her in bewilderment.
