True Knight

by Patricia Logan

  Again, I was left wondering what he was. His large eyes were so dark it felt like I could fall into them. There wasn’t a place on the sheriff’s beautiful body that wasn’t firm and hard. Even his belly. He had to be at least thirty human years, at the height of his sexuality. I somehow knew that he would live a very long life. If he was a supernatural being as I suspected, he might be immortal. I smiled at the very thought of it.

  “Your eyes are the color of topaz,” Romeo said, staring at me as my hands moved over his chest, tweaking his nipples and making him catch his breath. I felt my gums tingling as my fangs threatened to descend. He always had that effect on me. “They’re really quite something.”

  I shook myself, trying to remember what the hell he was talking about, so focused on not dropping my fangs. “What are?”

  Romeo chuckled. “Your eyes. They’re like golden jewels. I didn’t know eyes could be that color.” He slipped his hands into my shoulder-length hair, massaging the back of my skull as he looked at my forehead. “I didn’t think any man could have hair as beautiful as a woman but here you are, right in front of me.” His gaze met mine again.

  “When vampires are turned, we retain the features we were born with and of course the scars we had as a human. Longer hair was common in my day.”

  Romeo tugged on the strands at my shoulder as he stared into my eyes. “What year were you born?”

  “1276,” I replied.

  He shook his head, dropping his hands to the small of my back, and pulling me forward until our semierect cocks pressed together. “It’s almost impossible to believe.”

  “Impossible but all true,” I replied with a smile. When he said nothing more, I broke his hold and squeezed more body wash into my hands as well as his. We were silent as we ran soapy hands over each other’s bodies. It felt so good to trace his hard muscles but after a few minutes, it was becoming difficult to keep my fangs from making an appearance.

  He leaned close as he massaged my ass. “I want you, Vincent,” he whispered into my ear.

  I hissed and felt my fangs descend. I could no longer keep them at bay. When I leaned back, his gaze dropped to my mouth and I saw his eyes widen as his entire body stiffened. I reached up and covered my long fangs, turning away in shame as his heart began pounding inside his broad chest.

  “I’m sorry,” I said through a mouth full of teeth.

  “Don’t ever be sorry,” he scolded, turning me to face him. I met his stern gaze. “Don’t ever shy away from me, Vincent. I need to see all of you.”

  I dropped my hand and he lowered his gaze to watch me speak. “Come to bed then,” I said. “I don’t want to hurt you but if I stay this near you for one more second, I swear… I’ll…”

  “Come on then. Make love to me, my vampire. I’ve been thinking about you all day.” To my utter surprise, he took my hand and pulled me out of the shower and dried me off. A few moments later, we were in my bedroom right where I needed us to be.

  Chapter Eight

  Prosper Woods Chronicle. Letters to the editor:

  “While walking down main street this morning, I noticed a couple of guys trying to rescue a cat who was stuck up a tree. They were having a hard time. Next time, maybe the mayor should call in a couple of Navy SEALS instead of actual seals.” Signed, “A firefighter without flippers.”

  Romeo

  I tugged Vincent into the masculine room. My vampire had turned on one light but I was pretty certain it was for my benefit and not his. I somehow knew he could see in the dark, making assumptions about vampires who lived their lives as creatures of the night. Something occurred to me and I promised myself to ask about the antiques store after tonight’s activity. Though Vincent’s surprising chicken stew had given me more energy than I had when I came dragging into his home this evening, I still needed a good night’s sleep.

  Vincent lowered the plush covers and climbed onto the bed, stretching out onto the clean sheets that smelled like him. Simply looking at his body excited me and I stood beside the bed, stroking my cock. His gaze was riveted to it. When he held his arms out, I dropped down over him. I desperately wanted him. As I stretched out over him, I marveled at how perfect his body felt against mine. It was like we were made to fit each other.

  Vincent took my mouth slowly at first but I intentionally deepened the kiss, sliding my tongue inside his mouth and tasting him as I learned how to kiss around the two sharp teeth that fascinated me. One of his fangs pricked my lip and I heard him suck in a breath as I tasted the coppery droplet of blood with the tip of my tongue. His fingers tightened on my biceps and when I tried to pull back, he held me close. Instead, I raised my head and gazed into his topaz eyes. They seemed almost to swirl with some sort of magic and lust.

  “I need to be inside your body, Romeo, but I must warn you the moment I am, I will not be able to resist the bite,” he growled.

  I nodded. “I expected that. If you need my permission, you have it.”

  He smiled and then turned to reach under one of the pillows on the bed, drawing out a bottle of lube. I saw no condom appear. He handed me the lube. “Put it on me. We don’t need condoms. I promise you, vampires don’t get diseases nor can we transmit them. You are safe with me.”

  I smiled. “That makes sense.” Since you aren’t alive. I took the bottle of lube and popped the cap, drizzling a generous amount into my hand as I sat back and straddled him. When I reached down and stroked a hand over his large cock, he hissed and bucked off the bed.

  “Stroke me as hard as you want. I’m not breakable,” Vincent said with a groan.

  I tightened my grip, sliding my fist over his cock in long up and down strokes until he was completely slick. He grabbed my hips and moved me into position, lining up our bodies as he stared into my eyes. As I felt his cock notch against my hole, I blew out a long breath, relaxing my muscles, and sinking down slowly, letting the head of his dick open me up with no other preparation. He slid into me, bottoming out before pulling back and repeating the whole thing over and then again before I could catch my breath. Oddly enough, I felt no pain and instead only the deep pressure of his long thrusts, seeming to need our coupling as much as he did. I gasped each time he filled me, riding him like I’d never done with another lover.

  I almost never bottomed with lovers. When I was younger, I was very versatile but that had changed over the years. Until meeting Vincent, I’d considered myself a true top but I was willing to see if I’d enjoy bottoming with him. Anything was possible. I did know this, if he was as skilled as I hoped, I’d enjoy it immensely. After all, the man had seven hundred years of practice to get it right. I watched Vincent grit his teeth, razor-sharp fangs on full display, and I understood how hard it was for him to hold back. He began to tremble under me and I leaned down, baring my neck to him.

  “Bite me.” I barely got the words out before he attacked me, sinking his long fangs into my neck and startling a gasp out of me. As it had felt before, the initial bite was sheer agony and I tried to yank my head back, instantly succumbing to my fight or flight instinct. He held me tightly and almost before I realized I was his captive, the pain was followed by an immediate and incomprehensible ecstasy. I couldn’t believe how amazing it felt as he retracted his fangs and began to suck. As before, I felt blood trickle down my neck. He drank my life’s blood in long pulls as he fucked me hard, using my body in the most primitive and animal way possible. All I could do was hang on for dear life. My cock was rock-hard and leaked onto his belly but when he reached between us and began stroking me, I had no control.

  I came in an intense, blinding rush, seeing stars bursting inside my head as he continued jacking me through my orgasm. I’d never known pleasure like this before. With other lovers, I’d connected on a physical level but what I felt with Vincent was way beyond that. It transcended what I’d once thought to be happiness, taking me to the heights of joy, indescribable bliss that I’d never known existed.

  As I climaxed, I felt my joy rush through me
and into Vincent. He exploded inside me, filling my body with hot jets of semen, shooting over and over into me until he finally let go of my neck, licked over the holes there, and returned his lips to my mouth. I dropped down over him and searched for his tongue with mine, kissing him thoroughly as I came down from the most earth-shattering experience of my life.

  Vincent

  Hours after Romeo fell asleep in my arms, I woke up hearing the howls of wolves in the woods. Even from my basement room thirty feet below ground, I knew something was wrong. I kissed the top of his head and eased away from his sleeping form, dressing in a flash, and taking the elevator upstairs. As I stepped into the bedroom, I was hit with a wave of magic and I knew I was in trouble. Something had surrounded my cabin and I could feel its magic pulsing through the walls. I glanced back at the elevator doors and then rushed to close up the room, pushing the bookcase back in front of the room to keep Romeo from harm.

  Even though I knew the werewolves outside my house couldn’t penetrate my home, I was in danger. If they decided to set the place on fire, it would force me back underground to be trapped with my lover. Somehow, I knew that I’d miscalculated. I’d tried to stay off the grid and out of their space, preferring to keep to myself but somehow, I’d done exactly the opposite. They might have eventually sensed me but letting Romeo venture from my house with my scent all over him had to be the biggest mistake I’d ever made. I never should have brought him here and now it seemed that instead, I’d endangered his life.

  “Let me in,” a voice said from outside my front door. “I know what you are, vampire, and I know who you have inside your home.”

  I trembled as I realized the man had to be telling the truth. He knew I was a vampire but more importantly, he knew what Romeo was. I hadn’t yet been able to determine what he was. How was any of this possible? I had very strong magic; after all, I was very old.

  This man is stronger. My fangs instantly descended and I hissed as I realized how helpless I truly was.

  “I cannot enter if you won’t let me,” the man continued. “I mean you and the sheriff no harm,” he said, sounding as though he were pleading from outside my door. I closed my eyes tightly, balling my hands into fists as I cast about for answers. I wanted to trust him. Once again, I wondered what he was. There were many creatures who could sense a vampire in their vicinity but there was incredibly strong magic outside the house… magic, werewolves, and someone who said they wanted to help. If I miscalculated, Romeo and I would both die.

  “If I open the door, the wolves will kill Romeo and I won’t let anyone take him from me.”

  “We both know he is too powerful to kill. Come on, vampire, let me in.” His voice grew quiet. “I will help you. I am your only hope. I’ve helped your people before.”

  I knew his magic was powerful. I could sense it coming through the walls, surrounding my house in an almost gentle hug. I glanced around the front room, letting my gaze finally come to rest on my broadsword. Hope suddenly bloomed in my chest. If he was what I hoped he was, there was one way to prove it. I flashed over to the stone fireplace and took the sword into my hands. Sparks crackled from the hilt of the sword where my hands gripped and held on, swirling purple around my fingers, then igniting and swirling up the massive length of the ancient steel weapon before blasting violet light and fire into the room.

  “You are safe with your sword in your hand. Open the door and let me in. No others can cross the threshold unless you invite them. You know this, vampire.”

  He was right. I flashed over to the front door, my sword still in hand. “Open.” The front door locks slammed open with the aid of my magic and the door crashed open. Silhouetted in the doorway stood an older man, short and stout. He leaned on a staff and wore a red and black plaid lumberjack shirt, old blue jeans, suspenders to hold them up, and thickly soled boots.

  “I’m alone. Let me in,” he said.

  I regarded him for a moment, trying to sense the danger he posed before looking past him at the large pack behind him. They stood silently behind him in a semi-circle, some holding torches. They were both male and female wolves and I could hear their low growls on the wind. Hatred radiated from them so thickly, I could cut it with my broadsword. I glanced back at the man.

  “You’re not alone.” The magic around my broadsword swirled and crackled purple, sparking around me.

  He glanced out at the mob before looking back at me with a pointed stare. “They’re not going to harm you, vampire. They might want to, but they know they can only posture when my magic is much stronger.”

  “You’re a witch,” I said.

  The old man chuckled. “A very powerful one, vampire. Now, let me in. It’s so cold out here, my nuts are as shriveled as the raisins in Schwarzenegger’s ball sack.”

  I almost smiled. “Years of anabolic steroids will do that to a guy.”

  “I warned him,” the witch said with a smirk. He shivered. “Now let me in. I’m freezing out here.”

  “Come in, witch,” I said, stepping aside.

  He easily crossed over my threshold and the front door slammed of its own volition behind him. He let out a massive sigh of what could only be relief as he leaned his staff against the wall. He turned back to me.

  “Well, put down your sword, put away those fangs, and offer me some tea, vampire.”

  “Who are you?” My sword would remain in my hand until I was certain there was no danger to my lover.

  “Sid Farrell, but everyone around here knows me as the storekeeper on main street. Your contractor, Lydia, ordered me to stock up on ketchup.”

  Even with the danger all around, I wanted to laugh. “Nice to meet you, Witch Farrell. I’m Vincent Lasco.”

  “Sid is fine. It might be awkward if we met each other in town and others overheard you calling me Witch Farrell.” When I opened my mouth to speak, he raised his hand. “Before you go on, the answer to your other question is yes, I know you’re the proprietor of the new antique store in town. I see that you got all moved in last night. It would have been nice if you’d have stopped by to say hello.”

  “I didn’t know about you,” I replied.

  “You would have felt my magic if you’d tried, vampire. We both know that. To choose a place to live and not know about everything living here was just sloppy and stupid on your part,” Farrell said. “It’s a good thing I have only good intentions where Prosper Woods is concerned. You can learn a lot from me, vampire. I can be a guide and a friend if you’ll let me.”

  I sighed. He was right. I should have done more checking into the town and its residents before I moved in. It wasn’t that I was unhappy he was here, especially if he was being truthful about who he was. I could sense his magic and I knew it was very old. In fact, witches were the most powerful of all supernatural creatures since they used the elements of fire, water, and air to create—or in manipulation of—magic.

  “That tea, vampire?” he asked, snapping me out of my drifting thoughts.

  “Yes, of course, but you’ll have to make it yourself. I’m not letting go of this sword.” I did, however, retract my fangs.

  Sid sighed, turned, and picked up his staff. He lifted it and pointed it toward me before whispering something under his breath. Instantly, a glowing red flame appeared at the end of the staff. I watched in fascination as the flame separated itself from the tip of the staff, coalesced into a swirling red-orange orb, and drifted toward me. When it was within a foot of my broadsword, the swirling, violet sparks vanished from around the blade, leaving only the cold gray steel in my hand as its magic evaporated. My jaw dropped and I glanced back at the witch. He was grinning.

  “What did you do?”

  “You know what I did. I proved to you who I am and what I can do. Now, about that tea?”

  I stared at him for a second before lowering my sword, turning my back on the witch, and walking to my kitchen. I was putting the kettle on to boil when I felt Romeo’s presence. I glanced up and spotted him standing in t
he living room too close to the witch. Before either could blink, I’d flashed out of my kitchen and stood between them, baring my fangs, and creating a barrier to keep my lover safe from the witch.

  Sid threw up his hands. “I’m not going to hurt him. Relax, vampire. I’m here to help, just as I said. Now, put away those fucking fangs before I do it for you.”

  “What’s going on, Vincent?” Romeo asked, looking adorably perplexed. “And why are you here, Sid?” I noticed he was staring at the shopkeeper now. He’d come out of the bedroom dressed in the same clothes he was wearing when he arrived. He glanced back at me before the witch could answer. “Did I hear the howling of wolves outside?”

  “Werewolves,” Sid answered before I could reply.

  The tea kettle whistled, startling all of us, and I retracted my fangs, flashed into the kitchen, prepared two cups of tea, and flashed back to the living room before the two men could track my movements. I handed off the tea as Romeo smirked at me.

  “Not used to that yet.” He held out a hand as he looked at the witch. “Come on, sit down, Farrell. I need to know what you mean about werewolves, why you’re here, and just what the hell is going on.”

  We all moved into the living room and sat down. I kept Romeo close beside me on the couch while Sid lowered himself to an easy chair, leaning his staff against the coffee table. I kept my broadsword close though I was quite sure it would be of no use against the witch. I opened my mouth to explain but Romeo shot me a glance.

  “Let him tell me, Vincent,” Romeo said, admonishing me yet taking my hand in his at the same time.

  I nodded and we both turned to the witch. He glanced between us and then turned his focus on Romeo.