From Slate to Crimson (9 page)

Amelia’s skin was soft and warm as I moved my hands up her arms and then caressed her back. Tiny goosebumps rose at my touch and I felt a swell of sympathy. I must have felt like a corpse upon her. She smelled of schoolbooks and paper amidst a floral bouquet, which gained a heady aroma as her skin flushed.

I let my kisses touch her upper and lower lips individually, and then the corners of her mouth. She sighed, feeling comforted in my grasp, her heart beating faster, giving warmth to her skin, which I drew upon to warm my own body.

She wanted this…wanted
me
, and despite my logic warning the contrary, I could not, and would not deny her. I could no longer lie to myself about how much I had longed for this. No, I ached for it.

Her blood had made me her prisoner, and it called to me to sate a desire that had arisen from a place that resided even deeper than my ever-present thirst.

But then Amelia paused, breaking away in the middle of our deep, needful kiss. Our breathing heavy with the heat of the moment, I looked at her questioningly, my body aching for our lips to join again in glorious conjunction. And I felt a pull to her as deeply and strongly as the one she felt from me.

“You can love?” she whispered, as if amazed that I could.

“Yes,” I said. My fangs had lengthened, slurring the sound of the word as I formed it.

“Can you make love?”

“I told you that I could.”

“You…want me?”

“More than you will ever know.”

She was aglow with happiness, and the pull I felt from that emotion transformed into a searing pain of desire which I was powerless to resist. I resumed our kiss, deepening it as I leaned forward and Amelia moved backward with my forward motion, sinking gently onto the bed, our conjoined lips and tongues dancing.

She stiffened and let out a muffled yelp as her tongue struck my fangs, and then moaned at the effects as my toxins roused bliss within her through the tiny wound. Twice this happened; each time, the sweet taste of her blood made my breath catch in my throat.

I felt her hand travel towards the front of my frock. I guided it to the buttons beneath the flap of fabric that lined its center, and felt her unfasten them one by one. She was tentative at first, but then became more assertive as she discovered my willingness.

When Amelia unfastened the last two buttons at the bottom, she sloughed the clothing off of me like an old skin, and cast it to the side of the bed, leaving my bare chest free for her to explore. She shrank back at the coolness of my skin at first, but was quickly emboldened by her need, and the heat from her skin quickly warmed mine.

Seconds later, I kicked off my shoes. These were soon followed by her own as I lifted her long gray dress from her body, followed by her filmy white slip.

She reflexively covered her voluminous chest, which was still restrained by the thin lace of her bra; I chuckled at how adorable she looked doing it. But when I removed her glasses and rested them upon the nightstand, I stopped with a soft gasp. Her beauty was astonishing!

I stared for several moments, amazed at how a simple thing like eyewear could diminish her full, natural loveliness. The skin of her shoulders, arms, and stomach was perfect, cream-colored as compared to my paper white, and flushed with so much blood, it created a tantalizing scent.

Perhaps I had stared a bit too long, as I felt a sense of self-consciousness arise within Amelia’s mind. She flushed again, and looked away with growing embarrassment. Quickly, to rectify my mistake, I touched her chin and gently guided her gaze back to me.

“So beautiful…” I whispered in reverent awe.

Amelia, her confidence renewed, softened her expression and parted her lips as I leaned forward again. I began the kiss anew, sliding my lips towards her chin and further down. She drew in a sharp breath, exposing her neck fully. Her thoughts expressed what she wanted in no uncertain terms.

She caressed every inch of my back and pressed me closer against her.

The taste of her blood was maddeningly close as we kissed and I refrained from the urge to feed. I wanted this to last, and have her scent tease me until I could take it no more.

“Not yet,” I purred teasingly, and then nuzzled her neck as she let out a gentle groan of frustration. I laughed in a soft whisper as our lips came together once again. In the midst of our kiss, Amelia unbuckled my belt. Soon, my slacks joined our unceremonious pile beside the bed. I gently ran my hand up the smooth skin of her
left leg, and she groaned as I moved my lips to her neck. I swelled in need against her, with only a barrier of linen between us both.

I undid the clasp at the front of Amelia’s bra with a clawed fingertip. Her breasts, almost disproportionately large for her frame, rolled away, an inviting mix of pink and cream. I sank to their level, and touched them gently, the skin as smooth and supple as her legs, her nipples pert and erect.

Amelia clasped my hand and pressed it upon her left breast. “Talante…you’re too damn slow,” she said, breathless as I was. Her blood called to me, almost screamed.

I licked my suddenly dry lips, feeling her heartbeat, watching the blood pulse in every vein. The need had become maddening.

I shuddered, and my breath came in short pants as I realized how long it had been since I had fed. Amelia, as if suddenly having gained the power to read my mind, smiled. It was a wide, alluring thing, as she closed her eyes and craned her neck in full invitation.

“I want you,” she said, her voice a hoarse, purring whisper. “Satisfy yourself. Drink your fill. Make love to me; I want both.”

Oh, what fools these mortals be!

“Not my fill, Amelia,” I whispered back, and my tongue caressed her neck in preparation. “Never…my fill.”

I bore my fangs into her, and unleashed the hot fount that had devastated me before. She seized my shoulders at the first gout.

At first, Amelia choked it back, releasing little gasping whimpers, but soon a loud, piercing cry escaped her lips. She pulled me down with her onto the soft bed, shuddering in waves of pleasure, her legs moving involuntarily to wrap around my thighs.

I drank freely for several seconds, drowning in her exciting taste, the ecstasy flooding through me like a river of energy, her enraptured moans a sweet music as she undulated beneath me.

I wished desperately that I could lose myself in the drink. But as I must, I maintained my control and sealed the wound. Her disappointed groan and pleas for more were soon silenced by my finger upon her lips. The way I smiled assured her that more would be coming. And I did not disappoint as I proceeded to at last remove her lavender lace panties, now thoroughly damp with her need.

When I finished, and added another member to the pile of apparel, Amelia in turn guided me to my own distended undergarments, freeing my strong and needful manhood from its longstanding linen barrier. She bit her lower lip at the sight of me, and then pressed against me in a fevered kiss, pulling me back down to her into the bed.

In our passions, my hands returned to her breasts, and she trembled at my touch, which had grown more assertive than before. I made a hairline scratch across the skin just above her left nipple. She gasped sharply and the blood trickled out.

Amelia made a ragged squeal as my lips sealed around the nipple and pulled at the tiny fount. Like an infant, she held my head to her breast as I lapped up the crimson flow. I sealed the scratch with my tongue, but reopened the wound with my fangs.

Amelia gasped as I suckled and felt the lashes of exquisite pleasure that sliver of blood sent into me. My saliva in the wound and my tongue swiping upon her sensitive flesh caused her to thrash her head from side to side in blissful moaning. Our breaths became as uneven as the tremors that ran through our naked bodies; the upwelling of blood was like lines of pure nectar.

I felt Amelia tensing with her own tiny euphoric spasms. I released her breast, and moved forward, sliding my fingers across her skin. I induced pleasure into her nerves at every part of her body that I touched, and this brought forth her first orgasm: a pulse of bliss that I felt as her back arched and she released gasping cries in lovely cadence, setting a match to the powder keg that was my desire.

I returned my fangs to the base of her neck, and she snapped her arm around my back, pressing me hard against her.

Frantically, her free hand searched for my sex. At last finding and grasping its erect length, she brought it to her soft, moist opening, her thoughts focused desperately on that primal need.

Not desiring to tease her any more, I thrust into her and bit hard, releasing a torrent of blood from the wound that sent me reeling. I felt her tighten upon me, and heard her wail in a second orgasm. We froze for several heartbeats as I rode the pleasure with her, but staunched most of the flow with my tongue.

I made love to her, thrusting slowly, listening to her shuddering cries as I fed passively from the partially-sealed wound. Soon, I released my hold upon her neck, and made tiny scratches into her shoulder, lapping up the flow.

Amelia cried out all the more loudly, digging her fingernails into my back as I moved inside her, licking the tiny orbs of blood from the wound, electrifying her nerves with my touch as we joined ourselves together. We gave into each other this way, I enjoying her taste in as many places as I could think as the night wore on.

She playfully wrestled me to my back, and pushed herself upon and into me, giving me tender love bites that mimicked my own, more effective set. She nibbled across my chest and stomach as she writhed upon me and pushed me into her; I licked the blood clean from her nails that had scratched me, as well as from my own claws and the scratches they produced upon her.

Her nervousness evaporated completely and I rose and brought her back upon the soft
bedsheets. I teased her anew, disconnecting from her, but returning to her sex to pierce its petal-like folds with my fangs. I brought her swiftly to climax this way until she again wrestled with me, and impaled herself atop me as I pierced her fingers, palm and wrist, every taste more delectable than the last.

The undulations and trembling of our sweating bodies grew more vehement as I conjoined with my consummate host and lover in feeding and intercourse, and our noises rang out in counterpoint as we made love with ardent fervor.

My stamina was great, and it was as if Amelia drew upon the well of it to last with me. We pulled and pushed upon and within each other; I drank shallowly and deeply. We made love as if we had but hours left to live, filling the night cries that intensified from merely pleasured to desperate, staving off the end for as long as we could.

Still, though immortal I am, omnipotent I am not. Even my inhuman flesh had its limit, and in the fullness of time, Amelia helped me to reach it.

Her cream-colored skin had become hot and fragrant, with a crimson flush, and as slick with sweat as mine from our passions when we came to the end of our control.

I drank gluttonously from her right breast while she straddled and bounced upon me, holding onto my sex tightly with her own, balancing with her hands gripping my ankles. I thrust in counterpoint, and we forced back the inevitable with almost painful vehemence, pants and
raptured cries becoming coughs of defiance as Amelia’s hips bore down, rose, and then bore down again.

At long last, it claimed us, and we surrendered to a mix of heaven and hell. I held Amelia down at the waist as I came, my teeth bared, and releasing choked cries at every agonizingly blissful spasm that released my seed into her.

Amelia’s fingernails pierced my ankles, her back arched, and she gave a brief, ecstatic cry, but choked it back with defiantly bared teeth, only to have it escape her after a second of futile resistance, and melt into breathless, wailing gasps. Her sex squeezed upon me like a vice as her bliss washed over me and inundated my senses.

With consuming exhaustion, I lay weak and overpowered by the intensity of the orgasm as a second wash of bliss caused Amelia to shudder and bend forward over me upon splayed palms.

She bit her lip and shut her eyes, her mind swimming in the fading ecstasy, her sex tightening around me in a rhythm of weakening contractions.

For several seconds, she did not breathe. Her sweat mingled with mine, dripping from her slickened hair and
brow. At last, the aftershocks of pleasure subsided. Her strength gave out, and she collapsed onto me, exhaling with a loud, lilting sigh. We held onto each other, gasping, panting, and utterly spent.

“Oh…my…God!” Amelia whispered shakily. There was a languid, sensuous grin on her reddened face as she gently kissed my lips and nestled beside me. This was all I remembered before a deeper exhaustion, a lethargy such as none I had experienced before, struck us down, and dragged us into sweet, contented slumber.

* * * *

I do not sleep long during the night, and as infused with fresh blood as I was, my own exhaustion and subsequent slumber were brief. However, I could not say the same for Amelia. All was quiet when I awoke. Amelia slept softly upon me, her head resting upon my chest, her thoughts peaceful and content.

Gently, I guided her to the second pillow beside me, and moved to where my clothes had been discarded. I reached into the pocket of my frock, and removed the watch I kept within.