by Zara Novak
There was a part of me that wanted to scream ‘go to hell’, but it was growing rapidly smaller every second as his curious power bewitched me. All semblance of my defiance shattered as his lips came forward to claim mine.
His hands circled my hips, tugging my crotch against his as he pushed his tongue into my mouth and kissed me. I gave myself to him completely, lost in a moment of passionate madness that I couldn’t climb out of. My entire body burned with the insatiable lust I now felt, my small hands squished against his chest, wanting to rip his shirt clean off and feel the naked skin underneath.
In seconds he had broken my resolve and turned it into shaking lust. When he finally broke away it was as though a spell had been lifted. I opened my eyes after a second of peaceful reflection and those bright reds were only inches from me. He stared right into my soul, lingering in the moment we had just experienced together.
Fuck I wanted him.
“How did you know about the visions?” I asked shakily. He had reduced me to a lovestruck schoolgirl with trembling knees.
“Because I saw them too. It’s quite normal for a vampire and their…” he trailed off once again.
For a second his attention was elsewhere, as though he was trying to find another word to replace what he wanted to say. In that moment of distraction, I saw the handgun tucked into the holster on his waist. Without thinking I grabbed it and thrust it into his chest.
“What’s this?” he said with an intrigued smile.
It was a very puzzling reaction for a man with a gun pressed against his heart.
“I’m willing to bet bullets poise a much bigger problem at point-blank range. What do you think?” My voice was shaking, as much as I tried to keep it steady. I had never even held a gun before, so this was all pretty terrifying for me.
“I think you’re a very stupid little girl,” he answered calmly. “And you’re going to put that gun down before you get yourself hurt.”
“I’m the one giving the orders now,” I said. “Take your hands off my waist and step away from me. I’m not staying in this apartment with you.”
He lifted his hands off my body very slowly and held them up in the air. He stepped to the side, looking as if he was complying with my instructions. In a flash of movement my escape was thwarted in seconds.
Inside of a second the gun was out my hands and disassembled on a coffee table to my right. I didn’t even see him move, that’s how fast he was. I simply blinked in amazement, unable to believe that any of this was real.
“When are you going to learn Doctor Stone? You’re not getting away that easily. I’m your guardian, and I have to keep you safe.”
“You also mentioned something about keeping your hands off me.”
He smiled. “That I did. I think I failed to mention there’s another rule. Every time you piss me off, I’m going to punish you for it.”
I swallowed at a lump that had suddenly formed in my throat. “Punish me?”
I was getting the sense that this man, this thing, was a trained killer, so what did punishment involve exactly? Would he beat me? Torture me? Leave my mind broken and battered?
“Lose the clothes,” he said very calmly. “Now.”
“What?” I laughed.
“Don’t make me ask again, or I’ll get really angry, Doctor Stone. Lose the clothes. Now.”
My heart slammed in my chest, drumming savagely to the beat of both fear and arousal. I wasn’t sure what was more unbelievable about this situation, the fact that I had been taken prisoner, or the fact that I was really fucking into it.
I felt compelled to follow his command, for some reason, but there was something inside of me that felt like making this as difficult as possible.
“Go and fuck yourself. Let me go. No.”
“Really?” he said, one brow lifting very slowly on his perfect face.
“What are you going to do?” I asked, crossing one arm over the other. “Make me?”
“I think I just might.”
For half a second I wondered what that could possibly mean, but then I saw light flare in those dark red eyes. Something swept over me then, an invisible wave of heat that seemed to solidify my body from head to toe. I tried to move against the sensation, but I couldn’t.
I was completely frozen.
“What is this?” I managed through my frozen lips.
“Undress for me,” he commanded again. “Now.”
This time the words sliced through the air like an iron whip. They cut through my skin and penetrated the very depths of my soul. My body started moving of its own accord, pulling off my suit jacket, unbuttoning my shirt and removing my trousers until my underwear was the only thing left.
I stood before him almost entirely naked, a lamb held in the thrall of a strange and hypnotic power. From the look in my captor’s eyes I could tell he approved of the sight before him.
“Time to play a little game, Doctor Stone. Punishment for disobeying me. Discipline for making me angry.”
He stalked off somewhere into the darkness, and he was back again a moment later, holding a long length of rope. He tied a loop around my neck—loose enough so I could still breathe—and led me across the apartment like a dog on a leash.
“You’re such a pretty treasure that I wouldn’t want to lose you,” he said, tying the other end of the rope around a pole on the breakfast bar. He placed a firm hand on my shoulder and forced me down. “On your knees.”
My breath raced with trepidation as I hit the floor. I dropped onto all fours, the rope around my neck taut against the restraint. This was shameful and humiliating, but I couldn’t ignore the fact that my panties were soaked through from my wet pussy.
How was he doing this to me?
I heard his footfall disappear into the apartment before coming back again. Looking back over my shoulder I saw a leather strap in his hand. He stopped behind me and I felt his hands on my body, his large palms brushing over my smooth rear.
Without warning he wrapped his fingers around the delicate cotton panties and tore them off my body. I was completely naked now, and nothing could keep him from me.
“How many do you think you can take?” he asked.
I hadn’t planned on answering. The question was obviously rhetorical, and he was just messing with me for his own amusement.
He didn’t give me chance to answer anyway. As soon as he asked the question, I heard the strap slice through the air. It connected with my ass a second later, filling the dark room with a loud cracking sound.
A loud moan escaped my mouth as pain seared through me. My skin turned to fire, the heat flourishing up and down the naked flesh.
And then he spanked me again.
And again.
And again.
By the fifth strike I was howling in pain, begging for him to stop. I suspected however that my body knew something my mind did not. Amid the overwhelming current of pain there was a current of pleasure coursing through my body, making my sex clench and tighten with each distinct hit. I was so wet that my juices were running down the inside of my thighs, and my breath was racing much in the same way as when I orgasmed.
Which made me notice the pressure building at the pit of my stomach. It then occurred to me that I was actually pretty damn close.
What the fuck?
I lost track of how many times the strap came down on my ass, but after a minute or so my howls of pain more closely resembled cries of pleasure. He finally dropped the strap to the floor, and I glanced back to see my pale rear crossed with thick red welts.
His heavy footfall slammed across the floor and he stopped behind me, crouching low so he was kneeling over my body. I saw something metallic flash in the dark and realized he had cut the rope binding me to the counter. He used the rope to pull me up off the floor and led me back across the apartment to the sofas.
With one sharp tug he threw me onto furniture. I landed on my back, looking up at the outline of the fierce beast silhouetted by the storm o
utside.
“What did you think of that, Doctor Stone?” he said to me. Warmth trickled through me at his words. His velveteen voice was fire in my soul. “Punishment enough? Or… pleasure?”
I was still out of breath, my chest rasping and my heart beating against my ribcage. Again, there was no time to answer. My captor pushed through the darkness and dropped down. He wrapped a hand around my ankle and pulled me toward him, making it look like I weighed nothing at all.
In a second he was over the top of me, my legs spread against his body, one of his hands around my throat. He kissed me and I melted into him completely. I wanted him now, no restraints. I needed this man to fuck me.
“What happens now?” I said, my voice breaking as the captor pulled away.
“I fuck that tight little pussy of yours,” he growled. “But first…” He shifted down, moving his body down mine. “I have to taste.”
Strong hands pressed against the insides of my thighs and forced my legs open. Hot breath whispered over the skin. The fiery sensation made my hips buck and my pussy clench. Then I felt his lips against my wet folds.
“F-Fuck!” I said, stammering at the sensation.
He buried himself in me, dragging his tongue up my wet groove and pursing his lips around my throbbing bud until I was shaking from head to toe. His mouth invaded every inch of my most intimate and private areas, claiming me for himself and casting me into a whirlwind of torrential pleasure.
I was panting hard, crowing pleasure on each rasping breath. Part of me wanted to subdue how much I was into this, but there really was no helping it. He had me wound around his finger.
My hands reached and clamped around his head, holding him hard as an orgasm appeared from nowhere and shook my body to the core. My stomach clenched and tensed through rapid breaths, my legs longed to squeeze around him, pull him up and draw him into my body.
He ventured further down then, dipping his tongue below the base of my pussy until it found my dark hole. He probed the tight ring of muscle and pushed the point inside, making my eyes widen and my mouth moan in pleasure.
My pussy, ass, and thighs were slick to the touch, as though bathed in oil. The man, the captor, the vampire that had brought me to these dizzy heights was on his knees between my legs, his own breath racing. I could see something new in those eyes now, a burning inferno that I had not yet seen in him.
“Now I claim you,” he said, his voice low and rugged. “Your pussy, your ass. They both belong to me, and me only. Is that clear?”
I actually nodded along.
What?
Why did I do that?
“First you will beg,” he teased.
I raised a brow. Was that so?
“And if I don’t?”
He drew his hand up the inside of my thigh, making the movement slower the closer he got to my pussy. When he was finally there, he delicately slipped a finger inside my folds and curled it up until he found my spot.
“No more of this.”
“Please,” I said. My mind didn’t even take a second to think. “Please fuck me.”
He smiled darkly, still stroking my pussy with his giant finger. “Please what?” he asked. It was incredibly hard to focus when he was fucking me like this.
“Please… sir?” I guessed. The look in his eyes told me I was correct.
“That’s right.”
The vampire stood and stripped his clothes off, revealing the body of statuesque muscle hiding underneath. He had to easily have a hundred pounds on me, but not a single ounce of it was fat.
I practically gawped as he tucked his thumbs into the waistband of his black boxers and slipped them down his tree trunk legs. His fat cock sprung into the air and my heart quickened at the sheer sight of it.
The thing was enormous. ‘Pringle can’ came to mind.
“Do I scare you?” he asked, lightning flashing silently in the window behind him. My eyes had adjusted to the darkness, but the details of his body were mostly obscured by shadow. He was merely a silhouette—a beautiful silhouette of perfect muscle—but a silhouette, nonetheless.
He turned his head slowly to face me, those luminescent red eyes blazing in his skull.
“Yes,” I said. There was no point in lying.
“Good,” he said. “I should. But you should know this.” He moved through the air as a flash of darkness. Next thing I knew his hand was clamped over my mouth. He was on top of my body with my legs open around his powerful hips, the tip of his giant cock teasing my dripping wet pussy.
“I will never hurt you,” he said. “I protect you. Forever.”
The words nourished me only for a second. It’s not that I didn’t care for them, they were strangely comforting, but he thrust deep then, burying his giant cock right up to the hilt until I couldn’t take anymore. As soon as he thrust forward, he seized my head in his hands and claimed my mouth once again, kissing me long and deep as his hips pulled back to fuck me hard.
He quickly fell into a ferocious rhythm, spearing my body with long and hard thrusts that dug so deep they forced my body up the wide couch. My helpless little pussy clenched hard around him, trembling around the cock that stretched me to new limits.
I wasn’t a virgin, I’d had a long-term boyfriend in college, but his libido was lower than a limbo bar and he was the epitome of a ‘two-pump-chump.’
I’d never been fucked hard, certainly not like this, and the vampire captor speared me with such primal ferocity it left me wondering if anyone had ever fucked like this before. It was raw, special, animalistic and completely terrifying.
I’d never felt anything better.
He wrapped the length of rope around his hand and pulled it tight, choking me slightly as his hips continued their relentless assault. I was quickly tumbling towards a finish line, falling into the oblivion of utter carnal ecstasy.
“I’m coming—” I said rapidly, my words more noise than sense now. A chorus of possessive and primal grunts came from him in answer.
“Ask,” he ordered.
“Please—” I said.
“Please what?”
“Please… sir!” I said, trying my hardest to keep the imminent explosion at bay.
With a single nod he gave permission.
My soul unravelled in his hands and I came, screaming pleasure into darkness as he fucked every last inch of me. I felt his cock swell inside me and stretch my walls further. With one final pump a ferocious blast of fire erupted across my walls and bathed me in fire. Pump after pump until his cum dripped out my pussy and ran down my ass.
In the dark silence he held himself over me. We kissed and pressed our foreheads together. The sound of his breath accompanied mine; the warmth of his naked body melded against me. He pulled out, leaving a void inside my body, one that would always be there.
“You’re mine now,” he said in a deadly whisper. “Never forget it.”
I wasn’t sure I could.
4
Hunter
I held the amulet in my hand, ignoring the sound of my skin hissing around the burning chain. It wasn’t silver, but it didn’t matter with an artifact this powerful. Steam rose from my palm, my whole arm shaking as I tried to contain the strength of the amulet.
Harkin had barely been able to touch the thing.
He’d reached his hand out and pulled away instantly, clutching his head as blood ran from his nose. I definitely felt the same adverse reaction to the damned thing, but I could stomach its effects a little longer. It probably had something to do with the modifications put upon my body as a guardian.
It might even have something to do with holding the amulet once before.
It had been a long time since this dark piece of jewellery had crossed paths with me.
After a very long thirty seconds I gently set the amulet down on the coffee table and took a slow drag of my cigarette. Smoke drifted hazily across the dim light of the apartment. It was close to nine in the morning now, but it was still dark outside, and r
ain still battered the broad bay windows.
We had fallen into the ever dark.
I had been up for a few hours, having woken up with a beautiful naked woman next to me on the couch. Rachel was still sleeping now, but from the rhythm of her breathing I could tell she would be awake in a few minutes.
A pertaining chill had swept through the apartment during the night. The cold didn’t bother me at all, but when I got up, I cranked the heat up so Rachel wouldn’t get chilly. Humans were fragile in the most unusual of ways.
The world didn’t know it yet, but we were in for seven days of darkness, and things were going to get damned cold in that time. I’d seen this once before and it was amazing how fast things started to freeze over.
My phone started flashing silently on the table. I grabbed it and headed into a bedroom to take the call, closing the door behind me so not to wake Rachel. There was no identifying information on the screen, but I knew it would be the Guardians.
“Davian,” I said as I answered the phone. “I don’t remember ordering a wakeup call.”
“Very funny dipshit,” Commander Davian breathed down the line. “Do you know why I’m calling you?”
“Because you missed the sound of my voice?”
“Like a bullet to the brain,” my commander snapped. “I woke up this morning and noticed that the sun hadn’t come over the horizon. I don’t know why, but I got the funny feeling a fuck up like that had something to do with you.”
“Last time I checked I don’t control the sun, but that would be handy and all. You know, on account of us being vampires. What’s the news saying?”
“Krakatoa,” he said simply. I could have guessed as much. That was the explanation last time the ever dark came around. “The thing erupted for real, Hunter. Why didn’t you tell me the girl was looking for the fucking Halo Amulet?”
“You gave me a ‘run-of-the-mill babysitting case’, Davian, and you told me not to come back to you until it was taken care of. So here I am, taking care of it.”
