The steam of the bathing water created a mild fog in the bath room, making the bathing area. Luke moved a little closer to Becca to behold her beauty without hindrance from the fog, as he carried her and placed her on the tub with her legs wide open. With her bright red petals looking at him in the eyes, he smiles as he reaches for her being. He kissed her pussy as he bites at her tiny throbbing hard clitoris. She moans as she whimpers softly, “easy, please, easy with my pussy. I have not done this before.” “I will take care of you, just do not worry. Relax yourself to me, yield to me,” Luke immediately replies.
Aggressively, Luke slowly but with difficulty, wrestles with the seemingly loose but firm panties as he finally succeeds in tearing open the panties and ultimately leaves her butt bare, naked on the cold tub; it causes her to shiver lightly. As she shivers, Luke memorizes the movements as her slaps her pussy wall, hitting the hard clitoris softly making her moan continuously without stop. Unlike Luke, she knows no one will hear her scream her heart out. Fuck me all you want, slap me, hit me, cause me pain, because I am all yours, and no one will hear her scream as the surrounding walls were made so thick as to keep people out—from coming in. She knew. So, she kept moaning out loud like her life depended on it but in actual fact, her pussy has never been touched before, not even by her.
With his slimy tongue, Luke runs his tongue along the line of her waistline, just above her pussy, causing her more sensual tension than she has felt in her whole life. Her body was slowly starting to give in to the blood—Luke’s—she ingested.
She was almost his…
Slowly, he slides his index finger into her pussy as he bites her clit gently, making her shudder, shaking over his head on the tub. He grabs her hips as he kept on brushing her clit as he made gently strokes with his finger in her pussy. It was tight, restricting and hot; her walls could hold no more than his finger.
She is yet to know a man…
She shut her eyes as Luke stands up to look at his fated mate and treasure that has really not been tapped, plucked or harvested by anyone. He smiles… The little penetration of his fingers made her shrug from pain as much as she felt pleasure within. In full figure, she could see his whole body, not covered by steam, not imprisoned by his clothes, his full frame was amazingly huge. He let her have a good look of what is hers by fate. He leaned back, resting on the wall, almost like forming a pose from a nude male model shoot. Her eyes fixated on his cock as she showered him with stares. Imagining if this was real, she wondered how easy or crazy it is to have such muscles attached to you and still be swift with your movements. With her hands, she closed her mouth in order to keep herself from being embarrassed. Now, you would think she had not just finished sucking his cock some minutes ago. Under her breath, she swallowed her saliva as she saw his cock grow harder and longer; it was like an extension of his body. As she looked more, it just slightly dangled between his legs, floating in the air with so much gaiety. She ran her eyes above his crotch and sees her bullet scattered around his body; Luke notices this as he steps back farther away from her, into the dim lit area of the bath room as he grew more conscious of himself.
“Come to the room, I want to have you there,”
“No, take me here,” she replied as she wondered how he could fit his frame into her pussy.
The thoughts of that alone made her ass cheeks tremble in fear or sheer excitement of what could happen to her. “Can you fit into me,” she added as she ran her hand over her pussy.
“I know you know no man before, and I will make sure you will want me only, all your human life, just me! I will be gentle. I promise. Come to me.”
“You promise not to hurt me?” She said as her eyebrow fell down slightly with her looks like she was sad but in actual fact, she was pleading with fear… Her eyes widened as he turned to move out the bathing area as he reached for a towel to wipe his body. His blood, soaked in the towel as bullet pushed through his skin, and out of his body, falling silently to the flooded rest room floor. It was ruined. The towel became heavy from thick blood, and soiled from the crimson color.
He walks to the bedroom and sits nude on the bed as he waits for his fated mate, hearing the water as it flooded the rest room in the distant. His heart racing, “will she come,” he pondered tirelessly as he thought of how magnificent her breasts were under the covering of the waters of the tub.
Out from the dark exit into the room, she walks slowly as she covers her breasts, now looking shy, she looks at Luke as she walks to the foot of the bed with his hands stretched towards her. And with a smile on her face, he smiled as he ran his on her hips, the curves of her femininity; she reached for his wounds now gushing blood less than before as it started to close and clot. She examined the wounds she inflicted on him as she looked away. He brings her to him as he touches her soft face, turning her to him, he says, “I am Luke,” with a smile on his face. “I am Becca,” she replied.
CHAPTER 5
THE BURNING PASSION
MOMENTS HAD PASSED, time went by fast and they just seemed to stare at each other. Becca seemed to go back to normal, as the potency of Luke’s blood seemed to start to fade from her bloodstream. She steps back from him. She does this slowly in order not to make him suspect anything. Thoughts started flooding her mind as she wondered as she looked everywhere in the room. The broken door seemed to look new to her, the taste of blood in her mouth as she open her mouth to speak. The smell of her mouth, filled with blood, water and Luke’s essence filled her mouth as she squeezed her face in near disgust. Luke looks at her as he wonders what could be wrong. Many years in the eternal dungeon had made me forget so many ways of the vampires. What he could do to have made her his, permanently. He remembers but he prefers to be natural, to do it on his own terms, to win her heart naturally. All by himself. His vampire instincts and powers—abilities—made him find her, now was his chance to show fate he was worthy of her.
As a pure brute lonely for years that he was, he was really showing signs of not being able to love. He really wanted to try.
Becca tried to reach for her underwear as Luke just stares at her confused; confused of what he is seeing her do. Why is she here with him? Why did she trust him? Why did she miss his heart and make it inches away instead? She is frantic as to what could have happened. Is she still a virgin? Has she been deflowered? Has her womanhood been stolen from her when her innocence was pure and she was vulnerable?
She thought of her Grams, how she would be feeling right now, where could she be? Was she the one that called the land telephone when they entered the lair? What really is this creature she is with here, all alone and nude? Did we do anything? Why hasn’t Gram found me yet? Is she scared and trying to save herself alone? She becomes traumatized by panic as she kept on asking herself questions that she really never cared for the answers.
“Why did I agree to this, why did I come here with him in the first place, why are we both naked?” her questions kept coming, they were never ending, not stopping. Luke sees her as her mouth starts moving with her muttering words in gibberish. She ran her hands through her hair as she closed her eyes feeling nothing but shame for herself. No human had the power Luke had to make her clothes come off her, she would have cut them down—they were humans, just like her.
The real reason she agreed to take him there or even be like this was because her selfless qualities. Her Grams was so special to her, her fortress was better off hidden from the outside world. Luke had no need to see her, she is all I have now. But how was this really easy for him? All through her life, she had been the centre of attraction, people loved her and wanted to make her theirs; not just men, women too—they thought she swung both ways. But this man, this beast, this different creature, Luke. He is different from the others. He knew what I am, he is not scared, and I know what he is. He didn’t die from the holes the bullets pierced through his body. He is regaining strength slowly as he is regenerating the cells of his body. He is a vampire. But how did he manage to walk u
nder the sun? Becca thought… He knew his kind were enemies to her kind of people. Why could he ever think there could be something good to happen between them? They were mortal enemies; vampires and vampire hunters. Add the fact that he was caged for centuries by the help of witches, it made it worse. He didn’t kill me after I tried killing him. He offered me help, he asked me if I was hurt. He gave me his blood. “Yes, I know why now!” she thought to herself as she begins to have flashes of Luke’s memories, and how he had waited for her. Memories of him being fastened to chains and rocks all over his body; tortured under the earth, in the center, with a never ending fire. As she came out of the trance, she was hot. The ambiance she felt from the center of the earth was unbearable that she was affected in the physical realm. The heat brought a heavy sweat to her being, that sweat trickled down her body slowly from her the lower parts of her chin, down her neck slowly to her breasts. She felt them roll down her stomach, causing a form of calm to her to know that he was not dangerous—at least not to her.
Luke stretches his hand out towards her, not in any way unforgiving to her but softly and calmly—lovingly. He was not in any way impatient. He knew what he wanted and was prepared he would wait another century to behold finally have her as his, since she was right there with him. He held out his hand as he traced her body sensually. His crimson red eyes brightened as the aura he now exuded was one of calm, peace and warm. Suddenly, he lets out a soft noise, roaring away, but she does not move. She knows this roar was the result of the pain he felt from being shot by her repeatedly.
His hands ran over her naked body slowly as his eyes looked into hers, making her feel somewhat safe. He let out a roar again, this time, he says, “you are a very beautiful young lady.” Right there, she doesn’t move, still. His body, very huge larger than the average human she knows or had seen, his hands, softer than she imagined it would—much more for a man. He was unreal, as much as all his looks were terrifying to her. She stayed on… Slowly, with a deep breath and a mutter under her breath, “I can do this,” she said, as she rallied the strength she had into her belly throughout all her body to her slim hands, as the muster point, she raises her hands to touch his. As she does this, she touches his shoulders slowly, like she wanted to give him a sensual massage, she pushes herself to him and rests his head on her stomach with her wet breasts sitting perfectly on his head.
As her senses fully returned to her, the shocking revelation that Becca was fully naked, nude with a huge uncomprehensive, unreal male character who for a fact, was also nude and glued to her bosom, he pulls her to the bed as he turns her to face her back to him. Her wet sexy back complemented his body as she sits comfortably on his crotch. The arch the lines formed by her spinal cord formed a crease so sexy that his cock formed a hard on that pushed through her thick thighs and to some extent, forcing its way gently with soft throbs through the pink petal lips of her vulva. With a swift movement by his left hand, he caressed her lips above him, causing her heart to race fast. She ponders, “what would he do next?” Without being ready for a sexual situation, or being so intimate with anyone anytime soon, or worse, with a mortal enemy, she resigned to fate and watched for what would happen next. Her heart beat increased with his motion of his frame against her pussy lips. She could not stop him, she will not stop…
Well, she did not want to.
Suddenly, she pulled his hands off her thighs as he was running his hands through her hair with short rhythmic hair pulls. She slightly withdrew herself from being touched that way, pulling back with sheer surprise in her eyes, she speaks to herself, “what is with this creature and his staff doing all this? You don’t know me that way,” but she stayed on.
Feeling somewhat ill at ease that Luke would do all this without asking her or seeking her consent, was weird. But in other ways, she was fascinated as well as intrigued by this new experience she was an exclusive partaker of. As his hand reached her warm lips again, this time, with a grip stretching her sides, she tried not to interrupt his movements as she moved her thighs apart slightly to peek at Luke’s huge penis brushing her pussy walls and back. The view was absolutely breath taking.
The scanty curly hair on his chest, his smooth, groomed moustache, his huge muscular body just spelled a beautiful creature to her. She didn’t see a vampire, she didn’t see a beast; a beauty, she saw. As Becca rested her back on his chest, the gunshot wound hurt him as he let out a growl. He couldn’t hold back the pain he felt. He was frustrated with the feeling of being helpless and with a human by his side, holding himself from biting and draining her blood, so he could heal up fast and strong. She is strong, she is young, she has a rare type of blood and she smelled really clean, good and sweet, yet he keeps on holding himself back from sinking his fangs into her.
Her sweet scent does not help matters at all. She was alluring.
He caressed her thighs from inside, out, her pussy juices ran all over, he started exploring her breasts as he slowly reached for her neck. Gently, he chokes her as he brings her more to his chest, not minding he was hurting. The steamy sexual pleasures her voluptuous body gave him was more important than he was to himself.
“Your breasts are so soft and smooth, even softer than the lace panties you wore. You are beautiful,” he said as he admired her upper body under his hands. She would normally be withdrawn but the sweet words of her body was something she loved. She had been admired all of her adult life, even in her teen years, but nothing compared to being admired by this complete stranger she had come to know. She relaxed into his chest more. To Luke, it was a sweet kind of pain, it was bliss being skin close to his fated mate after years of waiting.
Her nipples twitched from sexual pleasure as he fingered it, and with gentle taps on her nipples, she took in deep breaths, holding her hair as she gasped for air, all in synchrony of his fingers on her nipples. The taps were soft and gentle, yet hard and harsh—the perfect symphony. His hands fingered her breasts gently like they had little strings like a ukulele Hawaiian guitar. The movements were so sudden as much as they were expected.
He lifted her up off his body and placed her gently on the bed. “Spread your legs for me,” he said with a low commanding tone.
“I don’t want that plea…” she said as he interrupted her, saying, “don’t you refuse me, you are all mine and I will do to you as I please, because I am yours too. Got that?” He shouted. He raised her legs and set them apart like he was about the explore the earth on all fours, with both hands on her breast, he squeezes her breasts slowly but hard, making her bite her teeth together as she grabbed the pillows as she screamed into it. With his left hand playing her hard left breast, he traced her clitoris using his thumb. Gently brushing it, he assumes a yoga child pose on her and licked her labia. Her pussy jolted with soft shudders, leaving her like she had a seizure, the walls of her pussy relaxed open as her juices flowed out uncontrollably. With the new reality she found herself, and knowing that she was with an enemy so dangerous, she should already have wrestled herself away from this kind of touch. The thought that she stayed on, close as possible, relaxed; does this mean she needed to be fucked so badly? Or did she want to leave the virgin life so bad that his touch meant heaven to her?
But all her life, she had been shielded from harm’s way, shielded from beastly creatures, the predators of the human race—the male folk. Certainly, she was eager for a man’s touch, she needed her insides to be filled whole, to the brim of her pussy. And slowly, Luke shoves his finger into her vulva, as it suddenly shoots out splatter of little crimson droplets falling like bubbles on the white cotton sheets. The canvas—bed sheets—took the paint spills of her pussy’s masterpiece gladly. Immediately, sharp pains mixed with pleasure ran through her pussy and back, causing her legs to shake overwhelmingly on his back as he works his big, small fingers in and out her pussy.
“Keep your legs open for me. Keep them wide!” He said as he stopped for a minute to command her. Diving back to her sex, Luke’s finger bore deeper into he
r sex as she moaned his name into the pillows yet again as she threw it away and dug her fingers into the sheets. Instantly, she screamed even louder, and everything became even sweeter. Her very being became way relaxed under his huge body and experienced touch.
She had never been touched there, her body was always hers, but now, she surrenders it completely to a newly found addiction, Luke. She was completely powerless to his touch. It rendered her calm and feeble all over—she enjoyed it.
The hand of a man was a human body part that was alien to her. Taking momentary deep breaths, she observed as his finger trailed her nipples and traced her sex at the same time. The ride was amazing as it was deeply satisfying and soothing to her.
As he released himself from the hold of her suspended legs, he yet again, revealed the full length and girth of his frame. It was throbbing hard from pleasing his fated love. Slowly, he climbed on the bed as the sheets skinned under his knees. The bed creaked loudly to the sudden triple in weights as he further spread her legs apart, causing her to stretch even more. The redness of her sex multiplied as the essence of her sex hung at the opening of her vulva. The tight opening of her ass hole spasmed from the continuous stretch of her body passed its stretch limits. As her juice dropped, sliding down her sex through her ass hole to her butt cheeks, she exclaimed softly, “you said you will not do anything to hurt me! I am in pain right now,” she fought out, almost struggling with his grip.
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