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Her Vampire Daddy

By: 1DurtyMutha



I had been taking the same route home for years. Every night walking the same six blocks to the subway station to board the same train, to get off at the same stop 4 blocks from my tiny basement apartment in the building my landlord kept just above a slum. Rent was cheap enough that a part time job at a small tea house in the art district covered it and most of my incidentals. The rest I supplemented selling little paintings out of the tea house and modeling for a few artist friends of mine. All in all my life was mostly normal, well as normal as a quasi-transient artist's life might be, almost boring even. But that all changed one particularly brisk fall evening. 

He was on the platform across the tracks, having just gotten off the inbound train. I saw him as the train pulled out of the station, noted nothing remarkable as I scanned the surprisingly large midnight crowd. There must have been a game of some kind downtown, fight songs were being sang out by the revelers. Despite all the distraction, I got the feeling I was being watched as my own train pulled up blocking my view of the other platform. That being nothing new I boarded and took a seat near a window, eyes drifting aimlessly to the opposite platform. He was alone this time and unlike the first time my eyes set on him, there was something definitely remarkable about him. I found myself staring, taking in details of his features that I should not have noticed at such distance. The sardonic lay of his full lips, the stark contrast of his coffee brown skin and light gray eyes. He winked at me and I looked away, inexplicably embarrassed, and by the time I looked back he was gone. 

All that night I couldn't get him out of my head, barely slept with the feeling of his piercing gaze on me. It was not long before visions of him consumed me. I began to see my mystery man all over the city in my travels. In the line next to me at the bank, hailing a cab on the opposite corner. Once he began showing up in my art and in my dreams I started to get a little freaked out, not enough to tell anyone but I admit it gave me pause. Especially with the nature of the dreams, very gothic and dark, but not nightmares for there seemed to be nothing evil about them. In fact I often woke from them with an overwhelming urge to touch myself, or with my fingers already busy between my thighs. I was consumed and from but one glance, I wondered what would have happened if I truly looked at him. 

Eventually I got my wish. He was standing across the street from the teahouse one night in the shadows of a street lamp, though he was not hiding. It seemed he looked right at me though I could not see his eyes under his deep hood. The street was surprisingly quiet that night, no sirens or stereos, just the click of my boots and the jingle of my bracelets. Eerie, yes, but I didn't think much of it. That happened in the city sometimes, the unexplained quiet, and I was not one to complain about it. As I turned to go down to the subway station I took a glance behind me and there he was again. The thought of him following me came and went as my train departed and he wasn't on it. By the time I got to my stop I had forgotten all about it, detrained without a second glance and made my way home. Not before a quick stop at my local dive bar for a nightcap. I had a few shots and a beer or two before I headed home. Again the streets were quiet and I was feeling too good to take notice. 

Though I did notice him on the opposite side of the street but the lowered inhibitions brought on by my inebriation made me do something that in hindsight seems rather foolish. I waved and even he seemed taken aback by the gesture, standing up straight off the utility pole he had been leaning on, though he didn't venture further. I hope you will come inside tonight. It occurred to me as I riffled through my satchel for my keys that that was a rather strange thought to have but shrugged it off to henny and red stripe. Once in hand the ever elusive key chain tumbled out of my slack grip and I cursed as they hit the ground in the darkness. 

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk such language," came from behind me in a gravelly accented voice. "A mouth as beautiful as yours should know no such words." I was frozen, even as I felt him approach, however deliberate his steps I could do nothing. A step behind me I felt him bend to retrieve my keys and as he rose I began to feel how much I had underestimated his stature. Well over a head taller than me at 6'2" in my 4 inch biker boots and twice as broad, he could have easily overpowered me, but he didn't. Instead he held out my keys to me. I felt myself turning to accept them, from a will not really my own. 

I looked at him then, unremarkable he was not. Dressed all in black and in the shadow of my alcove all I could see was the gleam of his teeth, so white, and the metallic shimmer of the small medallion around his neck. An ankh on a gold chain and my eyes were drawn to it. 

"A gift from my mother ages ago," he said his voice so quiet it seemed I heard it from inside my own head. "I often wish that she might have been as ageless a gold, if she were, perhaps she might remain among us." As he spoke my eyes were drawn to his mouth. His words so eloquently spoken from one who looked like nothing more than a well dressed street thug. And his accent was like nothing I'd ever heard, I began to wonder if it was even English he spoke, and if not, how it could be that I understood him. And why wasn't I afraid as he edged closer to me, his perfectly manicured fingers laced together at his chest. "It is cold to you is it not," he said and, maybe it was the alcohol but, I was confused as to how he put it. So much so that I repeated it which brought a chuckle to the dark stranger. "Well?" he asked with a glance behind as a small group of drunkards stumbled by. "Perhaps you might rather be indoors?" With that, he slowly put his hands on me. One he placed gently on my hand, the other on the small of my back, guiding me around. "When you are ready I will be here...I will always be here." 

I must have blacked out then because I woke up the next morning with the craziest hang over I'd ever had. So bad I called out of my shift and slept the rest of the day. I woke up later that evening and only then did I start to remember the night before. I lay there thinking of the strange encounter and it unnerved me, but not in the way I thought it should. Every time I closed my eyes I saw his, and the longer I held the blink, the more I saw of him. Much more than I actually saw but the vision of his chiseled chest and muscled abdomen had somehow made its way into my mind's eye. Soon I lay there with my eyes closed, my own imagination allowing him to ravage me. So vivid I came as if he actually touched me. Not the typical train of thought of one who thinks they may be being stalked. Moreover I wasn't afraid, in fact I couldn't wait to open my door. 

As the sun set I drew a bath and lit my cozy apartment by candlelight. Setting ambience for what I wasn't sure but I cleaned up a little as well. No matter it was well past 10 I fired up my vacuum cleaner and made myself a huge dinner of steak, baked potato and roasted asparagus. After I ate I loaded up the dishwasher and put on my robe. Every time I passed the door my eyes were drawn to it, but not until I was ready to get in the bath did I go to it. As I turned the knob I heard the jingle of my keys and cursed, I'd left them in the lock outside. 

"One with lips as supple as yours makes such words seem almost pleasing to the ears," came from the shadows and again I wasn't startled as he came into the light. That same almost smirk on his lips. "Be not alarmed, no harm will..." 

"Aight enough of the bullshit, who the hell are you," I said, only a little annoyed. Not slamming the door shut and calling 911. 

"I have been called many things but these days it is Nezrah..." 

"So Nezrah what do you mean by no harm will come of me?" Still just minor annoyance as he came to stand at the door, his hand rested high on the jamb. His light eyes boring down into me but I could not look away. 

"Let us say that someone of influence has taken an interest..." 

"So you're someone of interest," I cut him off again and he laughed. 

"Ah, well you care nothing of influence then," he said with smirk and I rolled my eyes. 

"If you're so interested why haven't you tried to get inside yet," I said almost taunting and again he laughed. 

"I much prefer to be invited." 

"Well will you?" 

"Will I?" 

"Come in?" 

"In your home?" 

"Yes Nezrah will you come inside," I said exasperated and stepped back from the door, completely aware of the danger I was introducing myself to but knowing that none would come. He stepped over the threshold just enough for me to get the door closed behind him, all of a sudden he seemed nervous. His strong hands sliding into his pockets as his eyes roamed my apartment. I was struck all of a sudden by the fact that I was basically naked with a stranger, but the thought went away when he smiled at me. "Relax stay a while," I said all too easily and his smile broadened. 

He finally drew back his hood and I got to see the angled features of his entire face. His high cheekbones and wide set eyes seemed almost cat like, the thick mane of locks that fell down his shoulders only lent further to his Leonean appearance. And his eyes weren't gray but the lightest hazel, he held my gaze as he removed his jacket to reveal a black t-shirt clad chest that was not nearly as broad as it seemed last night. 

"You haven't asked my name," I said to him and he smiled, remained standing, though he did hang his jacket on the back of my comfy chair. 

"You will tell me when you want me to know..." 

"And where the hell are you from your accent is crazy?" 

Again he laughed, seeming more relaxed as we spoke. "Where I was born no longer exists and I stay no particular place for too long." 

"So no where and everywhere? And sit down you're making me nervous...wait not there," I said before he could sit in my comfy chair and waved him over to one of the kitchen chairs. "Bring one of those over here," I said and lead him over to the bathroom. "You interrupted bath time and I'll be damned if you ruin it." 

"Aren't we all already? Damned I mean," he said and I couldn't help hear the angst in that as he sat the chair down outside the bathroom door. 

"Yeah well might as well have fun while we're here right," I said as I dropped my robe. My back was turned but I felt his eyes on me and smiled a little. What has gotten into me?! 

"Ah a woman after my own heart..." 

"That's what you were hoping for right," I said with a sigh as I settled into the hot water. Laying all the way back my own locks dipping into the water despite my loose hair tie. "Eventually I mean, for me to want your heart." I turned to look at him then, sitting with his back to me in only his wife beater. At some point he had removed his t-shirt and that didn't strike me as odd. "Because if it was just about a fuck then you would have tried for that already, I mean I am already naked." He laughed at that, heartily and turned to look at me. 

"Yes Urbi, but again I would much rather be invited." There it was, he had called me that in a dream and hearing it now made me feel as it did then. In a word, elated and I couldn't begin to think why. I didn't even know what it meant, he could have been calling me a stupid little shit for all I knew. But I did know, deep down I did, he would never think to call me such a thing. 

We were silent for a while after that until he said, "That is what I love of you 21st century women, so sure of yourselves. No dances with words for your lot, though I do miss the delicacy of..." 

"Shit," I said and he laughed, shaking his head. I apologized and he laughed harder making me laugh to. "Hey do you smoke?" 

"Despite my appearance I am not what you call a Rastafarian." 

"I didn't say you were. I'm not, but I didn't wanna ask your help if you weren't interested." 

"For you Urbi I would give the world if you but ask." As cheesy as it sounded I still swooned a little, especially as he rose from the chair his back still turned. "You need but ask Urbi." 

"On the coffee table there's a box, can you get it for me?" While he was out of the chair doing my bidding I grabbed a towel to dry my arms and then covered myself with it underwater. "And you could come in here if you wanted to?" 

"In the bath?" 

That's not what I meant but I found myself saying "Yes," and not correcting it. That's when I saw it first, the predatory glint to his smile as he stepped out of his shoes, heavy black leather boots that his dark denim jeans bagged around. He undid those next then pulled his shirt over his head. 

"Do you trust me?" 

"Yes." 

"Do you trust that I would do you no harm, even if you tried to harm me?" 

"Yes." 

"Even with what little you know of me, you would still trust me?" 

"You're in here aren't you," I said a little annoyed. He had stopped undressing with his questions and teasing me with his undone jeans and exposed boxer briefs. "And you're about to be just as vulnerable as I am. Plus I could ask you the same thing. I mean you don't even know my name how do you trust that I won't do something to you?" 

The laugh that followed that should have made me nervous, the flash of viciousness that came to his smirk should have had me vacating my bowels, but neither of those things happened. I did see the danger in him though as he stepped out of his jeans. Something in the way he moved, so sinuously, Nezrah was a man who knew his body well. And used it. I couldn't help the low moan that escaped my chest as my eyes roamed up from his large feet and lingered at his equally large package. Just as the rest of him, his legs were heavily muscled and covered in the same unblemished coffee skin as smooth as molasses. When I finally got to his face I expected the cocky smirk of a man who knows he is beautiful, instead there was shyness in his eye. He stood there for what seemed like an eternity until finally with a smirk he moved to the bath. 

"Not with those on...I promise I won't look," I said with a giggle as I put the towel that had been covering my body over my face and drew my knees up to my chest. I kept it there until I heard a low grunt from across from me as Nezrah settled. "Now the box please?" 

He smiled as he handed it to me and I balanced it on the edge of the tub to open it. Pushing the rolling papers aside I decided to use my pipe instead, packed it and lit up. I looked at him as I exhaled, smoke wafting around him like a gray nimbus, and in the dim candle light, he looked the manifestation of my imagination. Water droplets glistened on his chest and I could not keep my eyes from watching it heave with each of his breaths. 

"So Nezrah, remind me again what it is I'm not ready for." I passed the pipe across to him and he put it to his smirking lips. He took a long deep hit and held it, his gaze locked with mine as he seemed to think on his answer. 

"When you are ready, there will be no need for you to ask such things," he said with the same cryptic condescension as the night before and I couldn't help my reaction. 

"So do you normally speak in riddles or is that something special for me?" 

He laughed at that as he handed me back my pipe. With strong hands Nezrah grabbed and pulled my legs to rest on his, my heels at his hips. Again he looked at me with contemplation in his eyes as I smoked and he began to slowly massage my ankles. "You understand me fine," was his simple answer and whether it was his thumbs in the arch of my right foot or the chronic, I was satisfied with his answer. "May I ask you something now Urbi," he said and I nodded. "Do you normally offer strange men to share your bath water, or is this something special for me?" It was the wryness in his tone that shocked me the most, but it was the look in his eye that made me so flustered that I nearly dropped my bowl in the water. That would have been better than what actually did happen. In the process on my clean save I inadvertently put my heel in his groin, right on what felt like a cucumber between his thighs, and he didn't react at all how I thought he should. Well not as soon as he should have, there was a split second hesitation between the blow and the howl that followed. Almost as if his caught breath was contrived, the way he grabbed my foot seemed forced. But it happened so fast that it only registered in hindsight. I shot up apologizing profusely, not caring that the towel had remained in the water and I stood stark naked in front of a stranger. But that wasn't the worst of it. With both his hands cupping his manhood I sat on the edge of the tub rubbing his neck and shoulders, so busy offering my condolences that I didn't notice the trail of red that ran into the tub from between my thighs. 

I did however notice the sudden change in my dark stranger's demeanor. How his nostrils flared and jaws clenched. The tick that came to the muscles in his neck and the vein the appeared down the center of his forehead that pulsed 4 times for each of Nezrah's heavily drawn breath. His large hands came out of the water and gripped the edge of the tub, so tight that I had to ask if he was alright. That's when I finally noticed as I stood and saw the trail of blood in my peripheral vision. I squealed like an embarrassed 12 year old and jumped out of the tub. 

"I had no idea...if I would...oh my goodness..."I stammered with my back to him as I wrapped a towel around my waist, rifling through the "feminine" draw in my bathroom vanity. So mortified I didn't hear him get out of the water, nor did I feel him come up behind me. One second I was bent over with my hand in the drawer, the next I was pressed against the bathroom door, his hand over my mouth. 

"Please do not scream, I wish not harm you," he whispered with his lips on my ear. I could feel his erection as it poked me in the back, but he did not push. Nor did he restrain me, only the hand on my mouth, with the other he gripped my hip. "I did not wish...I had hoped...please do not scream..." He was pleading with me, for what I could not tell and as he continued to stammer the hand that was at my hip moved to the front of my thigh. "You must know Urbi I wish not ever hurt you...I wished for the decision to be yours..."My eyes bulged when I felt his callused fingertips sliding deliberately towards my labia and part them. But the touch was too gentle for one whose intent was to rape. "You scent...so sweet...I did not wish you find out this way you must know Urbi..." Then there were two fingers at my opening and I gasped thinking that I had been wrong, that my life was over. But he did not venture inside, but tentatively rubbed his fingers against it and I felt him gasp. "I beg you not deny me...Gods you smell divine...I beg you..." 

That when it hit me, like a ton of bricks, as his bloody fingers passed my field of vision and I heard how hungrily he sucked them. He was a ...no he couldn't be, they weren't real. Beings contrived from imagination before the times of television to entertain the masses, not found walking the streets of modern cities. I could feel his heart pounding and I swore that they didn't have those. And I had seen him in the light of day so he couldn't be, and he had almost black skin I had never heard of African vampires before. And the garlic in the air and on my breath from my steak seemed not to have any effect on him. He couldn't be, but I had to ask. "Are you a..." Well I tried to ask, but I couldn't get the word out. The disbelief too strong for me to even say it, but there was no need. 

"Yes," was his whispered reply, as he loosened his grip on me and stepped back. I couldn't believe the abandonment I felt when his skin left mine. "But I do not wish you prey," he said as I turned to look at him, expecting a monster from the movies. Instead there was little change that came to his features. Elongated canines and his pupils seemed to be dilated, the features of his face seemed more angled and cat like but all of that did nothing to make him less appealing to my eyes. "I am drawn to you Urbi and this is no common occurrence. You have consumed me since the day I saw you..." 


Her Vampire Daddy Ch. 02



I awoke on the softest cushions I'd ever felt. On my back I looked up at a chandelier lit by actual candles, which seemed a little dangerous given the tented ceiling and walls. It smelled of myrrh and I thought that odd given the one whose roof I lounged under was as much an abomination as the devil himself. Though clearly not so evil as he sat behind a desk in the next room. He refilled a goblet from a crystal decanter that sat on a tray behind him. I didn't have to be told what he sipped was blood. Aside from the irony tinge in the air, his elongated canines flashed with every word he spoke. I tried to listen but it wasn't English he spoke to the three men who stood before him. I read their body language well enough, their posture was that of subordination. One of them said something that Nezrah did not appreciate. In a flash he was up and around his desk, with one hand around the man's throat he lifted him off the ground like a child and tossed him aside. He looked to the other two, judging if they might object, and both bowed their heads. It was then he noticed me and smiled, his teeth still drawn, though the other men shifted to their most human form. The one on the ground looked to me with something like disgust in his icy blue eyes but when I smiled at him his expression changed to intrigue. Whether it was Nezrah's presence or my openness to this new society I wasn't sure but fear wasn't in the list of emotions I felt at the moment.

"Leave us now," He said to them as he advanced on me and the men moved to the door without a word. "I expect the next time you come to me Alistar you would have more than speculations to report."

"Yes, sir." Again the man looked to me and again I smiled but he was already out the door.

"He doesn't like me does he," I said to Nezrah once we were alone. He reached down and I took his hand to be yanked to my feet. I flinched under his grasp, his vampire strength nearly pulling my shoulder out of the socket. When I looked up at him, Nezrah's teeth were set back to normal and there was a frown in his eyes. "It's okay, I've done worse to myself," I said with a laugh as I lean into his chest. A kiss to the top of my head and a deep breath came from above me and I laughed. "You claim not to want me as prey..."

"But it is not that sort of hunger I wish you satisfy," he said quickly, punctuated with a hard swat to my ass. 

After a shocked squeal and a giggle I said, "But a hunger still." He stopped behind his desk and sat, his high back chair swiveled to face me but he didn't offer me a seat so I stood. He looked up at me, those light eyes locked with mine and licked his chops.

"Is that not what drives us all? Man or beast, hunger is what keeps us moving. It is why you are here with me is it not Urbi? We seek the same form of sustenance though it has very little to do with the heart. You have never been so sentimental in your adulthood, the fairy tales of charming princes and helpless princesses have not skewed your desire to fill your most basic of needs. An unintended byproduct but love is not what drives you. That is not to say that you would not love someone, someday, but they would need satisfy the primal lust that boils within you..."

"And what do you know of my primal needs," I said feeling all of a sudden uncomfortable under his gaze. I could feel sweat beading between my breast and running down my back. His nostrils flared and something like a smirk came to his lips.

"That I can and will meet them to excess is all you need know, Urbi." And he wasn't being cryptic either. Arrogance and sincerity all rolled into one, and I was stuck on which to react to first so I didn't at all. Simply stood there, feeling naked even though I was fully dressed. "But this, you know already, else you would not be here. You would not have worn that dress, concealing everything but hiding nothing all at once. You present yourself to me. There is no jasmine in the air. You wish me only smell you..." All the while he spoke he moved me to sit on his desk. As I went to cross my legs he grabbed my thighs, urged them open with his thumbs dug into my flesh. It might have hurt but he held my gaze. Then I blinked and when I opened my eyes he looked at me, puzzled.

"You were doing something to me just then weren't you?" I'd done a lot of drugs in my life and it felt way better than anything prescribed or bought in shady tenement apartments. Just for a minute, then it was gone. Now he smirked at me and stood, dragging his hands up my thighs as he went. My dress went with them and there I was bare ass on his desk. "You're not even gonna acknowledge what I just said." 

"You said you would let me tell you of the name I chose for you," he said, his eyes between my legs as he ran his fingertips over my mound, petting it. His other hand coaxed me to the edge with his nails dug into my ass cheek. Slowly he parted my lips, let his finger graze my oversensitive pearl. My breath caught and he chuckled in his chest. "I told you I was to be married, yes? An arranged union I had very little interest in at the time..."

"What was her name," I asked with a giggle as he twist his finger inside me. He chanced a glance up at me and smirked again, though there was very little smugness in it. "2000 or 20, you're all the same." I got a nip to the ear for that but his tongue quickly followed to soothe away the sting.

"I honestly do not recall but it was not Urbi if that is where your mind has gone. " He looked at me then, those eyes piercing into me. And there went that loose feeling again, I was putty. 

"That's soooo unnecessary," I found myself saying, my voice sounding far off. His laugh reverberated through me as I felt him slip his fingers from inside me. The satisfied moan that came after he had his taste of me gave me chills so deep I shivered as he settled between my legs. His lips grazed my collarbone as he adjusted the neckline of my dress. "I mean we met like yesterday and you already know what I taste like... "

With his finger to my lips, he shushed me and I was too content to object. "There will be a stir if you come unmarked... "

"And why should that matter to you, " came sleepily from my mouth as Nezrah ran his long index finger down the hollow of my neck. "Here I am on display for you yet you still dance. " He laughed again his fingernail dancing circles down my collar bone. It stopped dead center between my shoulder and my neck.

"It is what one called their ideal mate. The one with whom you might share the most fulfilling of lives. Very rarely was she the one with whom you were betrothed, no matter the station of your lineage... "

"Fuuuck," tumbled out of my mouth as I felt his nail dig into my flesh. I heard it tear, felt the sting of the open wound, and flinched away from his touch, but Nezrah caught my wrists behind my back. He held me there while he carved a pattern to the hollow of my neck. There was blood by the time he was done and it ran down my chest. I felt his body stiffen against me, then his tongue as it chased the red streaks before they made it to my dress. He gave my left arm a tug and I screamed as the wound widened but even I heard the ecstasy in it. My clit throbbed, my body writhed against him, and my pussy dripped. Had he been inside me I would have surely made a mess on his desk. 

I felt his gaze and I raised my besotted eyes to meet his. In my haze I watched him bite his thumb, saw the blood run before he put it to my shoulder. Then there was burning, intense and blinding. If somebody told me amputation were the only way to stop it I would have done it myself. My legs flailed and kicked at him but he held me strong as he worked his thumb along the pattern he carved into my flesh. Once more he ran his tongue over it and all of a sudden the searing pain stopped, as if nothing happened at all. 

"Where we will go tonight is frequented by those not of my clan," he said as I came down from the high he gave. His tone was more apologetic than the night before, I felt his sadness as he held me stroking my back. He kissed me softly over and over again until I held him back, my arms and legs wrapped snugly around his torso. It occurred to me that he might think me angry at him for the glamour he put on me but I understood the necessity. If he hadn't, there's no telling how I would have fought him or how badly it would have hurt. "My scent on you will deter any villainous attention you may draw... "

"Yeah, yeah piss on my leg and tell me it's for my own good, " I said and for once he got my joke. Maybe it was the kiss I planted just above the collar of his T-shirt or the squeeze I gave his torso with my thighs, but he didn't try to explain away nonexistent hurt feelings. "It would have to be done anyway, right? I mean if I wanted to stay human after tonight."

"If?" was his reply. His eyebrow raised, full lips pulled just short of a smirk. I just shrugged, winced at the tender flesh of my collar bone. He kissed it again and pulled me from his desk. 

"So what do you have in store for me tonight anyway?"

"Surprises."

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"You have got to be fucking kidding me," I almost squealed and I more felt then saw Nezrah's wince at my language. I reached blindly at my side and touched his arm, placating him into keeping his mouth shut about it. 

With a chuckle he slid closer to me, brought his hand to rest against my midriff and said, "I merely wish to show you that with me, your world is limitless."

"And you say you've been watching me for how long and you haven't figured out that I pretty much do what I want anyway..."

"Yet this is the first time you've set foot on this block since I saw you that first time. I wish not diminish your independence, only solidify it." It wasn't his words. It was the smug air with which he said them that made me want to crack him one with my studded bracelet. It seemed he read my mind and glanced down at it then back up at me. Still smirking he said, "And that my dear Urbi would not lead to such a one-sided affair if you join me in eternity."

"Is that a threat Nezrah," I said almost joking. I really wasn't sure, it was hard to read the glint in his eye. The way his tongue came out to wet his lips made me feel more like a steak than the object of his sexual desire. "Don't even answer that," I said instead, not wanting to know the exact truth anymore. "So this is where the king of the night gets his mosh on?"

"Mosh," He scoffed and I laughed. It was the first time I'd seen anything like disgust from him and it inexplicably gave him humanity in my eyes. 

"I do not mosh Urbi. This is but one of the many establishments set up by the house to gain income..."

"And lure in food," I said with a smirk, not expecting him to agree.

"Humans do not come here by accident," was all he said before the door opened. He stepped out onto the curb and his presence was immediately noticed as he reached down to help me out of the car. "Even you came here under carnal pretenses, though you were misled as to why you were invited."

I remembered. His name was Titus, a pot dealer who moonlit as a grad student. He was the consummate cliqued artist with his nose ring and paint stained thrift shop jeans but I smitten . More than smitten, infatuated really. Okay, I was his puppy, following him to art shows and open mic nights all over the city. Allowed him take credit for my works on more than one occasion for the sake of love. In hindsight he was a creep who took advantage of a naive young girl fresh off the bus from a sheltered life in the burbs. I met him one night at Devil May Care, excited that he had invited me only to be neglected at the bar with a purse full of his product. Apparently his working the bar was unsanctioned and was asked to leave. That's how the fight started but I was too drunk to really get out of the way. I was sober enough to react to a shove from behind me with kick to someone shin and offered a taste of my three finger ring. Then there was glass on the bar and I lost my balance, slammed my open palm right in it. That's when strong hands grabbed the lapels of my beat up leather jacket and I shoved my bloody hand in his face as he forced my towards the door. I remembered the way his eyes flashed down at me and the growl that omitted from his chest. "Never come here again. Ever!" Then he was gone.

Now he stood waiting for me, his hand out, the same smug smile on his face. "So you read my mind," I asked as I took his hand. For the first time I noticed the chill in his touch as he pulled my hand to wrap around his arm. I guessed he was done humanizing himself for me and for some reason that made smile.

"It's more that I hear when you think of me...Like a whisper and I so love the sound of you in my head," he said with a sincerity that made me blush and look away bashfully. It had been a long time since I was that girl but here I stood again. Same sidewalk, same jacket and I shook my head. 

"Worry not Urbi. You are not alone in your weakness." Nezrah brought my knuckles to his lips and kissed them tenderly, slipped his arm around my shoulders as he lead me past the line through the front door. 

Aerials played as Nezrah led me through the press. The place was tiny and didn't look any different than it had the last time I'd been inside. The floor was still sticky and there was the acrid stench of vomit mixed with spilled beer but still my body swayed and my head nodded back and forth. I sang along to the chorus and Nezrah looked down at me smiling. I heard him ask if I want a drink but I was too into the music to respond. I did feel the eyes on us though, that is until he took my jacket and most of the attention shifted elsewhere. The Pixies were playing by then and I sang along, loud and out of key.

With your feet in the air

And your head on the ground

Try this trick and spin it, yeah

Your head'll collapse

If there's nothing in it

And you'll ask yourself

My body went with the music, slow and melodic. I was immediately aware that Nezrah had left my side but I hadn't lost his attention. I felt him watching me as I moved to the dance floor where bodies bounced in time to a block of Nirvana songs that just happened to be my favorites. I didn't pay much attention to the playlist until Red Hot Chili Peppers started playing. It didn't exactly fit and I looked around at the crowd but no one else seemed to notice. Whoever the DJ was blended the grunge into whatever genre of punkfunk the Peppers fell and moved easily to a little Rage Against the Machine. My favorite songs. All of them, it was like he stole the stack of random mix cds off my bookcase. If you didn't know me and listened to one they would sound a mishmash of nonsense but there was definitely a mood to each. They were labeled 1 to 10. One being the most low key and cerebral and 10 was the most intense, heavy on drums and made to thrash. At this point I didn't care much how the other patrons were feeling about the music but it didn't seem that the floor got any less packed. I even acquired a dance partner. A woman, maybe my age with long limp jet black hair and way too much eye make-up. She was wearing one of those latex mini dresses and heavy knee high lace up boots. If I were into the sickly pale thing, she might have been attractive but she wasn't my type.

"That guy you came in with," she yelled in my ear as we bounced around to Chop Suey. "He's your boyfriend?"

"Something like that I think," I yelled back and slipped my arm around her waist, assuming that a conversation was brewing.

She laughed at my response and said, "He's hot but doesn't seem like this is really his scene. I figured he must have come for you." It occurred to me then that she might be one of his and pulled away a little. Neville had said there were those who might not appreciate my presence with him and I didn't really want to test that theory. He was watching though, a small smile on his lips.

"You're right, he looks out of place doesn't he," I said with a laugh, my eyes on him. "But this is where we met. He's trying to pluck the small shreds of nostalgia in me so he can get me in his bed." He was listening, how I knew I couldn't say but I felt like he was eavesdropping on this conversation.

"Is it working," she asked quickly and I laughed again, looking at him.

"It is."

I watched him, my eyes followed his path through the press. Desire was not a word strong enough to describe the feeling in my gut. That's where I wanted him, deep inside me. I couldn't play the game any longer. My fingertips grazed along the mark he gave me, already closed and only a hour old. He looked my way then and in a second he was before me, hand outstretched but it felt more forceful than an invitation. I whispered my acceptance to him as I took his hand. His reaction was minute a slight lifting of the corners of his mouth. The mouth I wanted on mine, on me in general.

"So I'm sober," I said with a smirk as he pulled me outside, his hand on my ass as he guided me through the door. 

"I noticed," was his simple response as Yuri open the door for us. "But I would prefer a less ambiguous response."

"What, you don't like riddles?" The look on my face was smug and it was clear by the glint of his teeth that he didn't much appreciate it. I laughed and waited for him to settle beside me before I gave him the response he was wanted. "I want to be yours and this little brand ain't gonna cut it. Take me Nezrah, for eternity."

"To the safe house please Yuri," was Nezrah's instruction before he raised the partition and pull me into his lap. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head back, ran his tongue along my jugular and moaned deep in his chest. "Do not think me presumptuous but I had already prepared for that answer."

"I wouldn't expect anything less."



Her Vampire Daddy Ch. 03



 *Author's note-I'm so sorry about how long this has taken. Aside from my other series consuming my attention, this took a bit more thought than the last two entries. I wanted it to be different than other vampire turn stories. I wouldn't say graphic but less romantic. I wrote it, rewrote it, then rewrote it again. I hope you enjoy it. Thanks for reading.

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When Nezrah said "safe house" I assumed it would be secure but spartan in design. The house that we pulled up to didn't even imply security but I trusted that it would be safe once we drove into the garage. Instead of rolling up, the door swung out and as we passed through I noticed it was made of metal nearly eight inches thick that latched with a loud clunk. I was led through another heavy door with a lock that required a security code and retina scan to deactivate it. A feminine electronic voice welcomed them all by name, but then alerted them of my presence among them.

"Female, human, heart rate 70 beats per minute and accelerating. Should a profile be created?"

"Temporary," Ming-Lu stated as she moved to a wall panel just inside the door. A keypad slid out and she began tapping away at it. After a few moments she waved me over and stepped away. "Stand still and say your name." I did as she asked and a flashbulbs went off above me, followed by a blue laser that ran up from my feet to the top of my head then back again. It requested my name and I gave it. First, last, and my nickname.

"Welcome Luana Smitty Smith. Your security clearance will expire in 24 hours at which time you will be expelled from the premises."

"Well that's a polite way of saying I'll get the boot," I said with a nervous laugh. Nezrah was behind me then, his arm around my waist. His hand firmly on my hip, he guided me into the living room that looked all too staged to be lived in. 

"Formalities my Urbi for in that time the system will no longer recognize you." 

By that I assumed he meant the whole lack of heart rate thing would make me unrecognizable. That made me wonder how it discerned them. Nezrah chuckled quietly and put his lips to my cheek. 

"Do not take offense but that explanation will be much less difficult after tonight," he said then cringed for my reaction. I understood what he meant and laughed. 

"But by then I would know what you do, " was my smirking reply and he simply shrug his shoulders. "I'm sure it reads any number of biometric data. I'm just curious if it's more than simple height and weight." That got a laugh from Ming-Lu and Yuri and I smiled cockily. "You assumed my only interests in school were art. I told you my father was a cop and that was half true. He was a forensic computer analyst, specialized in breaking into criminal security systems for the FBI. You'd be surprised how much more sophisticated criminals are than the feds when it comes to stuff like that. He used to sneak me into his lab on the weekends. Give me a couple hours I could probably rework this whole setup." I saw Yuri's eyes shift at that and Neville shook his head. Ming-Lu laughed again and took my hand.

"You make the men nervous but I like you Smitty," She said as she led me through the kitchen to another door. "Especially Yuri. He is not used to Nezrah being so...how you say...enraptured..."

"By a human you mean?"

"No, my dear, by any being," she said with a smile and it had none of the salacious predatory glint as the previous ones. It seemed she was being genuine and I didn't know how to take that. I had no snarky comeback or snide reply to downplay her implications. I followed her down a flight of metal stairs so long I would have thought I were in the center of the Earth had it not been so cold. My breaths came out in plumes before me and goosebumps rose up all over my body. Finally we came to another door, this one with a wheeled handle like an old bank vault. She spun it until it clicked and the door popped open with a hiss of air. There were a few moments in darkness and the sounds of Ming-Lu clicking away at another keyboard. Then there was that voice again.

"Welcome Smitty to the King's chambers. The environment is currently being adjusted for your optimum comfort." The sound of more than one fireplace coming to life was followed by the slow subtle rise of candlelight. What my eyes beheld was closer to what I imagined. The room was long and probably wide enough for 5 average sized men to stand shoulder to shoulder. Along one wall was overstuffed seating with scalloped cushions, the other was lined floor to ceiling with books. The carpet was so plush my boots sunk in a little as I walked the length of the floor to the chaise situated in front of the fireplace. I sat down, slipped out of my boots, and drew my feet up, I never needed to be invited to make myself comfortable. Ming-Lu came with a glass pitcher of infused water and a goblet. She poured me a glass and I could smell the mint and ginger as I took a sip. As I drank, she sat in the chair opposite me, her smile unchanged.

"You are something," she said finally and I was glad for it. The attention she was showing me was making me a little uncomfortable. "Yuri and I have been with him since the old world, before the courts found him. We are as much family as can be had for ones like us. I know he has told you of the clan system but there is no bond. It is simply a way for the Ancients to keep tabs on the new hires and their monetary gains. Even amongst the clans there is discord."

"Naysayers," I repeated the word Nezrah spat at me the day before and she laughed. Her teeth flashed through her thin lips and the smirk she wore took on a predatory glint.

"They have been dealt with."

"Yeah he said as much," I said with a nervous laugh and she poured me another glass of water. I didn't take it right away, looking from her to the glass and back again. She read my question on her own.

"The turn can be...messy," she said and looked away, something like embarrassment in her eyes. "He only wishes that you be the most comfortable he can make you."

"Well, I'm gonna need a little more than this water for that." I knew what she couldn't say. Things happen to your body when you die. Things that are left out of all the vampire movies made through the years. No matter how enraptured he may have been, being shat on would change Nezrah's vision of me. 

"He assured me you would understand but I had my doubts." Ming-Lu rose from her seat and without being told I did the same, following her again to where I didn't know. She hadn't used any of her vamp voodoo on me since I met her outside of my apartment but I trusted her. Something about her seemed so honest, so human, that I couldn't see her doing any harm to me. I'm sure I was blinded by the grace of her narrow hips as she moved, almost floating down the narrow corridor with that gossamer jumper billowing over her alabaster skin. Her almond shaped eyes gave her an almost child like innocence when she smiled at me but that I knew to be an illusion of my own making. I had no doubt in her story of how long she and Nezrah had been acquainted. I knew from his own account that his time before he crossed the Atlantic was dark and bloody. If they were as close as she insinuated, and I had no doubt they were, she would have been present for the worst of it making her a very dangerous woman. Perhaps without the teeth and bloodlust even. Just as with Nezrah, the way she carried herself told of her body awareness. Her movements were fluid and efficient, even the fact that she wore flat bootie type slippers was telling of one who might be prepared for anything.

"Ummm, Ming," I said as we came to a room lit by bright florescent light. It was a stark contrast to what I had seen of this subterranean hideaway and this made me nervous. First the floor had four channels built into it, all leading to a wide drain in the center. On one side was a steel table that I had seen in enough coroners offices in crime television shows to know it's purpose. It wasn't the table that made me nervous but the four point restraints that were attached to it. Closer to the center of the room was gynecological exam table complete with stirrups, and more restraints. Along one wall were various medical machinery and on the ceiling was a high powered hose that seemed to be long enough to move to any point in the room. The room was sterile to say the least and I was started to think my trust in her may have been misplaced. For the first time this night, I didn't follow her and she laughed.

"You have questions," She said with that same smile as she took my hand again, though she didn't pull me along but stood just inside the threshold. "That was silly of me, of course you have questions. This place is not always used for such admirable a purpose as the uniting of two souls. In fact I do not believe it has ever been used as such, but you need not trouble yourself with such things..."

"Oh I'm troubled," I said, still unable to step inside. And she still didn't attempt to move me.

"There are times when this room has been used in the gathering of information..."

"You mean torture?"

"Yes but very rarely of humans..."

"Naysayers?"

A smirk and she repeated my question in the affirmative before I stepped over the threshold. "I am a woman of many talents Smitty," she said as she led me to the chair. She went into a draw on the wall and came away with one of those paper hospital gowns and handed it to me. I didn't need to be told what the next step was and began to undress. She seemed a little surprised that I did so in front of her but she kept talking as I pulled my dress off. "As you are, I am my father's only child. Born in a time when most believed that a curse of the gods, but my father was a progressive man. When most would have killed his wife and sold the girl child, he lavished us with love until the day he left this world. He treated me with the respect he would a son and taught me things most girls of my time could only dream of learning. When it came time for me to find a husband, he didn't force the issue and allowed me choose my prospects, much to my mother's chagrin but even she understood how difficult that would have been for me. Given my training in all things, it would take a certain type of man to look past my independence to find the delicate lady that dwells within."

"Was he even born yet," I asked jokingly as I hopped up onto the chair and set my feet into the stirrups.

She laughed and said, "Not for many, many years."

"So there is a man?"

"Was," she said and her smile faded a moment as she wheeled over one of the machines and hooked it up to the hose in the ceiling and another I hadn't seen. "He died some years ago. We met later in his life and there were strings I couldn't bring myself to ask him sever to be with me."

"He had children?"

"Many and they had children. I knew them all and when he began to age I phased myself out of their lives but he and I remained together for his eternity," she said sadly as she took my clothes and hung them on a hook by the door. She sat on a wheeled stool and slid over to the machine. A flip of a few switches it came to life. She look up at me then and smiled. "Do you know the purpose of this?"

A chuckle then, "It's a colonic machine."

"You too are a woman of many talents," she said with a laugh as she lubed up the business end. "Nezrah has chosen well. Now take a deep breath, this may be a bit uncomfortable to start."

This wasn't my first time at the rodeo but I didn't tell her that. I knew a guy once who took great pleasure in giving me enemas before we fucked. As with any fetish, at first it creeped me out, until I realized how much more pleasurable anal sex became with clean bowels. He would occasionally use wine and coffee to give me a sort of buzz that couldn't be reached had I consumed it from the other end. He was into all sorts of bathroom play, most of which I didn't mind but that relationship ended when he tried to pee inside of me. Condom or not I was nobody's toilet. He tried to deny it but I caught the relaxed look on his face and sank my teeth into the fingers he had in my mouth hard enough to draw blood. That got him out of me quick and I couldn't get out of his place fast enough.

"I have a question...this might seem kind of weird..."

"What could be weirder than my clearing your excrement?"

"Good point," I said and we both laughed before she glanced up from between my legs. "If I shaved now I'd be bald forever right?" 

"But you have beautiful hair," she said with a perplexed look, that I knew to be put on. "Yes Smitty I could assist you with that as well. You are almost clear."

She was right. I had been watching the waste tube and noticed the change first in consistency, and then color. When the water that pumped out of me ran clear she slowly slipped the tube from my rectum and wiped away the excess lube. It was all very clinical. Ming-Lu handed me a few more wipes before she got up and left me in the room alone. I heard her speaking quietly out in the corridor but I wasn't sure to whom until I heard the door open. She returned with a bag that she immediately began to empty onto one of those rolling medical tray tables. These supplies I recognized immediately. As fast as she unloaded the waxing kit, Ming-Lu set to work. Funny, she didn't warn me of the discomfort with this process but I assumed she knew that I was well versed in the irritations of hair removal when I gripped the arms of the chair and held my breath as she pulled the first strip free. She giggled at my mumbled swears at every other pull until I felt warm oil on my bare labia. The massage she gave my tender lips was anything but clinical. I heard her moan as my clit stiffened and throbbed with her mentrations.

"All finished my dear," she droned as she stood, reluctantly it seemed. Ming-Lu went to a closet and pulled out a short black silk robe. I discarded the paper gown and slipped into the robe, leaving it open, watching as her eyes lingered on my bare flesh. "The King will be pleased."

"Is that what you call him," I asked her as she led me further down the corridor and she laughed.

"That title is reserved for court and he scoffs anytime he hears it. To Yuri and I, he has always been Brother but the most loyal of the clan tend towards Father. I imagine that either of those from you would be frowned upon." The last she added with a smirk as we came to the end of the corridor. The door was arched and old, the kind of distress the mahogany held could not be achieved with a cheesegrater and steel wool. I touched it, ran my fingers along the runes and breathed in its scent. "I am obligated to ask if you are sure," she asked with a hand on my chin. Her delicate hand turned my face to look down at her and I nodded. Her lips parted in a wide smile and she said, "I had no doubt. I wish you luck in your crossing my dear and I will see you on the other side." With that she opened the door and thrust me inside.

I stumbled a little as the door slammed behind me and a nervous laugh escaped me as my eyes adjusted to the dim light. The room smelled of lavender and jasmine, my favorite scents and it made me smile. He was laying it on thick for me but I wouldn't complain. Regardless of whatever end Nezrah sought, what kind of woman would I be if I turned my nose up at being wooed. His smile was wide as I came to stand before him in his high backed chair. A throne if I ever saw one and the sight of him sitting so regally made me tremble with anticipation. He was shirtless and barefoot, a pair of dark silk pants did very little to hide his growing erection . His muscled chest glistened in the flickering candlelight and I wanted nothing more than to run my fingers along the hard ridges of his abdominal muscles. 

"I admire a woman who knows her place," he said playfully as I climbed into his lap. I reached to twist one of his nipples but he caught my hand, kissed my palm then my wrist as I slipped my other arm around his neck. Nezrah pushed the robe open and ran his hand down my bare skin, from my neck down to my thighs and back again before he settled on my freshly waxed pussy. My legs opened immediately and he growled low in his chest. "And one who takes initiative is always most appreciated Urbi. When I told Lu of my plans she had her doubts of how you might accept them and it pleases me that you have proven me right once again."

"I feel just how pleased you are," I said with a giggle and wiggled my hips in his lap.

"Believe me, Urbi that is merely the tip of the iceberg," he said with a smirk as he stood, lifting me in his arms. Nezrah carried me into the next room, a bath chamber, and set me down at the edge of the pool. It reminded me of Coming to America and I expected to see a couple of nude attendants but I didn't mind when it was just us two. He slipped his hands inside my robe and pushed it off my shoulders. The mark of my collarbone, his mark, tingled under his touch and my body arched towards his as his hands went around the back of my neck, his thumbs running up and down my throat. "Do you trust me?" 

"Of course," was my sincerest response and I gasped as he kissed me. It was forceful but tender as he held my face in his hands. As I reached to touch him, to return his embrace, he pulled back and smiled.

"Come let me bathe you." Again he lifted me, this time his hands full of my ass and I swung my legs up around his waist. Secure in his grip Nezrah walked us into the bathing pool and I moaned as the warm water rose up around me. The temperature was perfect and I felt the last of my anxiety wash away as he held me.

"So should I come to expect this type of service with you Nezrah," I said with a smirk as he guided a sponge across my chest. 

"We would serve each other," he said and the way he worded it wasn't lost on me. "I wish for a partner in this life. One who could stand with me..."

"Or kneel before you," I said with a smirk as he turned me to wash my back and he laughed.

"I am sure there would be time for both," was his measured reply and I splashed him. Before I could blink, he was on me, pinning me to the wall with his erection pressed firmly between us. I reached down to grab it but he caught my hands. "A good queen would know when to do both."

"A good queen kneels only for her king." And again he growled. It seemed he liked my answer because in no time we were back in the bed chamber and Nezrah was tossing me down on it. Either I had adjusted to the all the sudden movement or I was too turned on to notice, but there were no adverse effects as I landed heavily on the four post bed.

I stared at him, admired every inch of him. There was nothing of the nervousness in his posture from the night before. In his own territory with me completely at his mercy, Nezrah had nothing to fear. I was his and he knew it. He could have killed me right then, ripped my throat out and drained me dry but the way his cock drip copious amounts of precum told me I had very little to worry about. I would be drained but it wouldn't be the end of me, but the beginning of us.

The way he mounted the bed was cat like. On all fours the hard ridges of his back contracted and lengthened with each step he took until he hovered above me. His hands on either side of my head, Nezrah used his knees to spread my legs and settled between them.

"Are you certain," he asked me, his voice soft, almost a whisper and I nodded. "I need to hear the words Luana. For my own peace of mind. There would be no going back..."

I cut him off with my lips on his and the growl that escaped him sent chills of pleasure down my spine. "I'm a notorious flake Nezrah. Never had a real job. Changed my major about a million times before I finally dropped out of school. I'm flighty, indecisive, and part of me never really wants to grow up. What better way to achieve that than to be a vampire?" I looked up at him then, and it was clear that wasn't exactly what he wanted to hear. His shoulders dropped and he rolled off of me to lay on his back. I went with him, climbed up onto his lap, my hands ran up his chest and settled in his hair. "But to live forever with you, that's the easiest decision I've ever made. I don't know what it is but I feel like I've been needing this...needing you." I took his hand and laced our fingers together. He was smiling again, his teeth shifted down and his eyes took on that icy glow. He was preparing. "When you do it, turn me, will I keep the mark?"




Her Vampire Daddy Ch. 03



"That and any others I give before it is done," he said and in an instant he was on top of me. Another and he was buried inside me to the hilt. I cried out as he ran his teeth along my throat, my entire body trembled and I latched onto him with all limbs. "Mmmm Urbi, I have wanted to be inside you for so long...so warm...tight..."He moaned between licks and nibbles of my chest and shoulders as he lay still inside me. I wanted him to move, to thrust, and tried to rock my hips beneath him but he held me pinned beneath him. "Be still. Allow me enjoy you open for me Urbi. It will never be this way again. When you are as I am, your muscle will be lax and loosen to accommodate me." As he spoke I felt him thicken inside me, his shaft lengthened and again I cried out from the pleasure of being so full. Slowly he began to drag himself out and my walls quivered around him then slammed back in so hard his balls smack against my ass. 

"Fuck me Nezrah...make me yours...I want to be your..." I begged over and over again as he slammed into me. Every thrust pushed me closer to the head of the bed but I was dragged back by every outward stroke. He seemed to revel in my words, his eyes locked with mine, I watched as his face shifted completely to its vampiric form. All the bones in his face seemed to sharpen, his brow ridge became more distinct. His pupils elongated inside of icy gray irises.

"Not yet," he said, his voices sounding like it came from inside my head even though I watched his lips move. "When you are teetering at your edge. I will give you the nudge you need. You needn't worry of such things. I will take care of you always. All your needs. Your desires. They are mine now," he pledged between deep grinding strokes against my g-spot. 

I was beyond words at this point. Stars danced in my vision at the pleasure he gave. My heart pounded in my ears. Every part of me tingled, vibrated beneath him. I felt his teeth as they grazed against my jugular and my body arched against him, my thighs clenched tight around my waist. I blinked and was on my belly with my legs pinned between his and both wrist clamped in his grip above my head. His other hand gripped my hair, holding my head to one side. Though the entire movement, Nezrah remained lodged inside me, pushing me closer to climax. I cried out at his nips to my shoulder but he knew them to be pleasure filled. Even as I felt trickles of blood run down my back my pussy still clenched and trembled around his shaft. There was a puddle building as my juices pooled beneath my hips. I felt his grip tighten, my hair pulled at the root, as I called his name. And then I was floating again but I shook it off.

"I want to feel it...please let me feel it..."

"As you wish Urbi," he mumbled just before I felt his teeth slice into my throat. 

The pain was blinding, or it could have been the orgasm that rocked through me at the exact moment that he bit me. I couldn't tell, couldn't separate one sensation from the other. My nerves were on fire. I felt everything. The blood leaving my body as he slurped and suckled noisily at the wound he created. The throb of his cock buried deep inside of me as he dumped his thick load. His hips never stopped his stroke as he satisfied his primal needs. I could hear my screams, felt life slipping from my fingertips.

And again I was floating, but it wasn't the same as if Nezrah invaded my consciousness. I watched from above as he took one last lick of my neck and rolled my limp body over to my back. His body was a blur as pulled my body into his lap, cradling me. I heard him whisper, but not what he said as he bit into his own wrist and put it to my mouth. Blood pooled and ran down my chin before he held my mouth shut. His hand stroked my throat and all of a sudden I could taste metal, iron. I could hear him clearly as he whispered in my ear.

"Come back to me Luana. Be mine," he said, though his voice sounded far off. "Drink my love. Let us be one in the night. I feel you hovering, come back to me. Accept this gift of eternity..."

There was light behind me. Bright and warm. I could hear my father's voice. My mother's too. Arguing. As they always had over my life choices. Only now their roles were reversed. She said stay and he said come. For the first time I listened to my mother.

"...Drink my love...Be mine..."

And I did, hungrily. I felt my hands grip his forearm with a force I never knew I possessed. There was pressure in my head as my teeth moved in my mouth, kanines shifted down to pierce his flesh. My vision changed as I looked up at him. His features sharpened, his complexion vivid. The smell of sex in the air was pungent but it was far overpowered by the aroma of the blood. It was metallic and sweet but not the syrupy kind. It was more like wine to my nose and I breathed it in, all the while noticing the subtle flavors of him. Then a flood of thoughts rushed through my mind. Visions of blood and gore, love and loss. People and places in times I couldn't know, but it was as if I witnessed it all through my own eyes. I felt his hand on my jaw, squeezing, as he wrenched his arm free from my grip.

"Enough!" Nezrah growled as he threw me off of him. It was purely out of self-preservation and he followed me in my roll off the edge of the bed. I stumbled into a crouch when I finally landed and he stood before me, offering his hand. There was a frown on his lips when I stood without his assistance but it didn't last once my tongue was in his mouth, lapping at the traces of my life's essence on his face. He only pulled away when I bit into his lip. His hand full of my hair, Nezrah tore my mouth from his and his lip split away from his face. 

I watched in awe as his flesh mended before my eyes almost instantly. I could barely make the words to apologize, my mouth opening and closing twice before I could manage a whispered, "I'm sorry." He simply laughed as he carried me back to bed and lay me down.

"I have had worse, as I am sure you have seen Urbi," he said with a smirk and I had. I bore witness to all of his life's battles through his blood. The average woman may have been frightened by what I had seen, but I am not average. It only served to make me feel safer in his arms, at his side. All manner of doubt left me as I settled onto his chest. 

"I'm hungry," I mumbled sleepily on his chest and felt the rumble of his chuckle.

"Yes, Urbi, we will feed."



Her Vampire Daddy Ch. 04



 Authors Note-This chapter contains lesbian sex. If that's not your thing, you might want to move along. If it is, enjoy.

*****

For the first time I woke up alone. How many days it had been since my turn I wasn't sure. All I knew was the hunger, and the headache it brought. Nezrah promised it would get better once my body got acclimated to the change. When that time would come he couldn't say. It was different for all of us. Lu heard of it taking months for some vamps. I hoped that wouldn't be the case for me, all the love in the world wouldn't stop me from barreling into a stake chest first. 

By the eerie glow of the room I could tell I was in complete darkness as I stumbled out of bed on weak legs. There were three doors that led out of the bedchamber and all of them were locked from the outside. I pressed my ear to the one that led out to the hall, unnecessarily. I could hear people moving around outside without putting my face to the wood. Could smell them even. A few humans, their various pulses beat loudly in my ears. I felt my body changing as their scents intensified in my nostrils, nearly blocking the aroma of the few vamps I had encountered since my turn. Lu was among them, as was Yuri and Tybor, Nezrah's advisor of all things related to court. I had the pleasure of all their flavors and was treated to the side effects of over a thousand years of collective life experience. As Lu put it, I was a force to be reckoned with. And Tybor assured me that the day of reckoning would come. 

"So you best be ready to keep your seat lass," he told me in his thick Irish accent once he recovered from my feeding. Even added a condescending pat to my head. I broke that hand before he could pull away and he smiled at me like a proud father might as his mangled bones mended before my eyes. "Yes lass, you will do." 

He didn't have to tell me. I could hear the whispers now, could feel the envy. No turnling had been afforded the level of acceptance I had received in Nezrah's court so quickly. He had discerning tastes, it wasn't my fault that he so enjoyed my flavor. But I'd be damned if I allowed a little jealousy put fear in my heart. I may have been very recently mortal but as a human I was far from a slouch. My father was the type of man to teach his babygirl to defend herself, not hope she would find a man to do the job for her. When most little girls were putting on ballet slippers, I was learning to dance around a boxing ring. I didn't compete, I wasn't interested. It was purely for defensive purposes. Didn't mean I wasn't any good. By the time I was in middle school, I was sparring with the boys. And winning. As I got older my tastes for martial arts broadened to include capoiera, Krav Maga, and muay Thai. With all that training I wasn't one to go looking for a fight but if one found me I had little doubt in my ability to end it. Super speed and strength only added to my prowess. I hadn't asked but I was almost certain all that factored into Nezrah's choice. He followed me long enough to see me emerge sweaty from more than a few classes. He probably kept that little tidbit of my back story to himself.

"She's awake," I heard someone say, well whisper, from the other side of the door. A woman, human but I didn't much like the smell of her. There were notes of bitterness in her scent that made me snort and step back from the door. 

"I'll get Yuri. Father said she can't be let out until he gets back," said another woman and now I was angry, which translated to fury in vampire terms. I took a few steps back from the door, then took a few more. The air snapped around me as I took off at a full sprint. My shoulder low, I collided with the door and heard wood split. The walls shook too, I may not have gotten it open but I was impressed enough to give it another go. I thought maybe I needed a little more distance so I backed up to the opposite wall and took off again. 

The sound of the lock turning brought me to a skidding halt just as the door opened. Yuri stood in the way of my escape, his thick arms folded across his barrel chest. A small smile lay on his thin lips as he looked down at me. "You scare the help," he said with a shake of his head as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. "How you feel?" 

"Terrible," I said and he let out a little chuckle as he put his arm around me and led me to sit on the chaise in front of the fireplace. "Where is he Yuri, and why can't I come out?" I asked him desperately and he sat down beside me. 

"Chief go get you gift... Can you keep secret?" He asked in hushed tones and I nodded. "I like you Smitty. You like my sister. Do what you want and not care of what world thinks. Strong and bullheaded. I know why Chief pick you for his..." 

"That's real sweet Yuri. I appreciate it, really I do, but what the fuck does that have to do with why I'm being kept prisoner. " I started to get up but he held me firm with his arm around my shoulders. 

"You not let me finish," he said with another chuckle and ran his hand down my back. Soothing. "You not in mood for story. I get to point."

"Yes, please," I said as I lay my head on his shoulder and he rest his head in mine. 

"A test of will," he said quietly and I felt him glance around behind him. "Chief not like killing humans. We can learn feed fresh without death. He think this only way we survive. Is why we have so many familiars. Most clans treat them like cattle. Breed them like animals. Keep them in cages. Not us..."

"Geez Yuri you're about as bad as him," I said with a heavy sigh as I collapsed on the floor at his feet. Albeit exaggerated, I was actually feeling weak from the lack of sustenance. He laughed and rolled his eyes. 

"A twin for Katya you are," he said with a hand on the back of my neck. He squeezed a little and pull me back up to face him. "You must be strong. Resilient. Not let hunger consume you. Is only way Chief will trust you alone. You not belong in cage Smitty but you must prove you feed without kill..."

"And the only way to test that is if I'm starving."

"You smart girl Smitty," he said with a pat to my hand as he got up, but I held on tight. "Chief choose well. Another secret. If he thought you not able, you would not be here. Rest now. Relax yourself. I leave you now?"

"Yes Yuri you can go," I said as I let go his hand. I didn't want him to leave but I didn't want to hold him hostage either. Understanding my situation did put my mind at ease a little though it didn't lessen the hunger pains. But instead of allowing them, and boredom, to consume me I figured I better find something to occupy my time. Testing the limits of my new abilities seemed like a great idea. I could never really do a handstand before. I could get up but I couldn't hold it for more than a few second, so I gave that a shot. When I counted out 30 "Mississippis" without so much as a slip of my hand I decided to take a few steps on my hands. That accomplished with relative ease I tried a few legless pushups and was pretty impressed when I made it to 15 without much trouble. I allowed my legs to slowly drop down behind my shoulders and let them settle to the floor before I stood, impressed with myself. 

I scanned the room looking for something else to do and my eyes kept coming to a wooden arm chair. Not the throne Nezrah supervised my feedings from. It was not so grand, just a simple chair for sitting. I went to it, gave it a little shake before I set it in the middle of the floor. Just because I could heal instantly didn't mean I cared to hurt myself. It took two false starts before I did it, reenacted Janet Jackson's chair stunt from the "Control" video. I'd knocked out two teeth trying to do it when I was five, they were going to come out anyway but it was still traumatic. Now, twenty plus years later I could stand with one foot on the back and the other on the seat with the chair balanced on the back legs. Triumphant wasn't a strong enough word to describe how I felt. I even got a little fancy with it, working my feet onto the arms and rocked the chair to balance on one back leg. That took a little doing, and a lot of concentration but I did it. 

The door opening startled me off my perch. The chair came crashing to the floor but I landed easily on my feet, my back to the door. I stayed quiet, listening at the two sets of foot steps barely muffled by the thick carpet. I didn't have to look to know that one set belonged to Nezrah, the other to a human woman. The dilemma of who to pounce on first kept me rooted in my spot, but I did turn to face them. Try as I might I couldn't keep my eyes off her as she moved behind Nezrah, her bare feet moving in his steps. I could smell her fear, the air around her was thick with it. But that isn't what made her heart race. There was something else. I moved to her but Nezrah blocked my path with his body and she didn't shy away.

"Easy now Urbi," he said quietly as he ran his hand along my back and I felt his displeasure at the cotton that blocked his touch from my flesh. It was barely a nightgown and I wasn't wearing anything underneath but still I was overdressed for his taste. I took it off without being asked and he smiled down at me. "Good girl," he said with an offered kiss but I turned my face so that his lips landed on my cheek. The woman behind him giggled at that and I shift my eyes to her, taking in her features. 

The long deep scar that ran from her chin up to her high cheek bone on the left side of face. Her dark skin was like cinnamon and in striking contrast to her blue-gray eyes. There was another scar across her neck, this one a little more jagged but it wasn't as deep as the one on her face. Her indigo hair was cut short, in a sort of mohawk but was only shaved on one side. There was a moon and stars cut into that side. I had always been a little envious of women who were bold enough to pull off such a style. I was so attached to my hair that mere trimming brought tears to my eyes. She was beautiful in an unconventional way, that is to say I thought she was gorgeous. She had a story and I wanted nothing more than to know it.

Nezrah must have picked up on my curiosity, stepping away from us with a smirk to go to his throne. We stood looking at each other for a few more moments before she reached to touch my locks, ran her fingers through them. There was electricity in that touch, literally, when her finger grazed my ear a shock passed between us and we both laughed. That broke the ice enough for her to speak.

"I know you can see me but I'd like very much to see you," she said, her voice a raspy whisper. I guessed that scar on her neck wasn't as superficial as I initially thought but that made her more intriguing in my eyes. I took her hand and lead her carefully to the chaise then went about lighting the chandelier in the center of the room. I put the nightgown back on and I heard Nezrah suck his teeth from the shadows as I went to sit with her. "There, that's much better," she said as she slid closer to me, our bare thighs touching. She wasn't naked but her curves were barely contained in her short wrap dress. She wasn't fat, thick was a better way to describe her hour glass shape. "So you are the infamous Smitty? The human that has Father so taken," she said but her tone was a playful one. "Well not human anymore I presume, else you wouldn't be fooling around in the dark."

"Funny you know me but I have no idea who you are," I said and she laughed a little, put her hand on my thigh.

"You do," she said as her finger traced softly along the hem of my shift. "You know what he knows. You've seen me before...in his blood. Give it a minute, it'll come to you."

Again I looked at her, but with my eyes closed, allowing my memory to show me her face. It didn't take much once I stopped her hand on my thigh. Her touch was distracting. I heard her giggle as I grabbed her hand. Then there she was but it wasn't in my memory that I found her face. It was a bloody mess and it shocked my eyes open.

"He found you in an alley bleeding to death. The scars on your face are the only ones you couldn't cover with tattoos but you don't even see them anymore. He calls you Búrú, always has, never even asked your real name. But you didn't mind. And you knew what he was when you woke up in the hospital to find him in the chair beside your bed but you weren't afraid."

"My grandma said I had the sight. My mom thought I was just as crazy as her mother so when Grandma died she didn't see any reason to keep me around with her new kids. A pimp found me living in his territory and assumed I was freelancing. He tried to break me and when I wouldn't he gave me these and left me in that alley Nezrah found me in. It was a good thing too, the doctors said I was minutes from bleeding out. He saved my life, helped me get on my feet, and didn't ask for anything in return. I even offered to let him feed but he said men had done enough to me. All he wanted to do was take care of me."

"It means 'daughter'," I sort of asked him and he nodded. "She's the only one that calls you Father who you don't roll your eyes at," I said and she laughed. "You're marked but it's not the same as mine. Not as visible," I said and pulled at the ties of her dress to see the branding that ran up her side. "It's for protection from the other clans. You are no ones pet," I said, repeating the words Nezrah spoke to her when he gave her the markings. "You're also one of the few he told of me. The only familiar. He took you to see me," I reminded her, blushing at Nezrah's memory of the conversation and she laughed.

"You were doing some performance art thing...being painted nude live. I think I was almost as smitten as he was," she said as she ran her hand down the side of my face. "But then again he'd already been tailing you about two years and made me promise not to interfere..."

"For that hungry look in your eye," Nezrah chimed in from the corner and we both gave the same reaction. Sucked teeth and a swatting hand, but I think Nezrah enjoyed that as much as if we agreed with him.

"Anyway," she said with rolled eyes and I smiled at her. "I'm sure you know I asked about you every time he came to visit, pushed him to meet you face to face but he didn't listen. 'She is not ready'. Drove me fuckin' nuts but I guess if you been around as long as he has it's nothing to wait for something you believe will be so good..."

"Was it," I asked Nezrah and he snorted.

"And you claim I ask silly questions," he said and I couldn't help my blush.

"I've never seen him smile so much," she said, making me blush harder. "Seriously...what's it been like ten years? He's never been so...I don't even know. But now, sitting here with you, I get it."

"Do you really," I said to her as I hooked my finger into the sleeve of her dress to pull it all the way open. There was a skein of scars across her breasts that she covered with the branches of a cherry blossom tree, the trunk sat low on her right hip, and I ran my fingers over them all individually, causing her to shudder. I leaned over slowly, my tongue running along the thickest branch that terminated in a blossom just above her left nipple. There wasn't a scar there but I liked where it led so I followed it, allowed my tongue to swirl along the petals, just grazing the top of her nipple.

"That tickles," she said with a giggle and like that all the fear drained out of her. Even as I grazed my drawn teeth along her areola she did not flinch away, instead she lie back, her arm slipped around my waist to pull me down with her. But I had to ask.

"You aren't afraid," I said quietly, my chin on her chest, looking up at her through my heightened vision. And she smiled at me before she pulled me up for a kiss, soft and sweet. Her tongue teased mine a moment before she pulled back with a smirk.

"If you wanted to hurt me you would have already," she said looking me square in the eye. "Nezrah wouldn't have turned you if he thought you might lose all your humanity. You are no monster Luana Smith but you need blood to survive and I'm willing to give it to you. Father gave me a new life and I want to help him in his new life with you. I'm at your service. Consider me yours...Mother," she said, the last with a little giggle and I rolled my eyes.

"Smitty will do just fine thank you very much," I said to her with a little nip to her bottom lip. "And while we're on the subject..."

"Dalal," she said with a nervous laugh. "My mother meant it as a curse but I've long since decided I wasn't carrying around her baggage in my life...It's Arabic for ruin. She got knocked up by a marine when she was in college and when my grandmother found out she wouldn't let her get an abortion. She didn't even tell him just ran off for a year, had me, gave me to my grandmother and went on about her life like I didn't exist..."

"And you wonder why I never asked," Nezrah said, reminding us both of his presence, and she scoffed. "It was fresh and on my hands. You expect me to wash it away."

"Do you have to be here for this...I mean we're having a moment right now," she said and he looked at me for answer. "She won't hurt me Nezrah. I feel it in my bones."

"Stay close. You'll know if I'm in trouble."

"As you wish Urbi," he said and slowly stood. I felt his reluctance but even he knew if I were going to pass this test I would have to do it without him hovering. It's why he brought her and not some nobody off the streets. He wanted me to have a connection so I would be cautious and understand the importance of the gift Dalal was giving me. "Remember your first time," he said to only me just before he closed the door behind him. 

I smiled at that, ran my hands down her sides, enjoying the heat of her flesh. Dalal lay back with her arms above her head, allowing me explore her every inch with my hands and mouth. I kissed, licked, nibbled, sucked every bit of her exposed flesh. I didn't realize how zealous I'd become until she spoke.

"Slow down," she said with a giggle as she grabbed my hands in hers, lacing our fingers together. "You getting all blurry on me. Take your time..."

"It's been a while," I told her and she looked at me sideways making me chuckle a little. "With a woman I mean."

"So you're just all types of hungry then?" She said as she slipped out from beneath me and stood. A little shimmy sent her dress to the floor and I felt myself licking my lips and she bent to push her panties down her thick thighs. I reached for her and she stepped out of my grasp. Once. Twice. Three times before I gave up on civility and pounced on her, dragging her to the bed and pinning her down beneath me. She liked that though. I could smell her desire as it wafted up from between her thigh as I flipped her over onto her stomach. With one hand clamped around her wrists, I put my other arm around her hips to lift them off the bed. I took a moment to admiring the position I held her in. Every inch of her exposed to me, every scar, every tattoo and she had a ton of both. Aside from the cherry blossom that dominated her torso, there was a scroll on her back that ran from the base of her neck to the middle of her back and all around it was Van Gogh's "The Starry Night". "The Great Masturbator" and "Young Virgin" by Dali, minus the backdrops wrapped around the backs of her thighs creating a sort of obscene collage that I found comically appealing. A handgun, a grenade, a switch blade, and an uzi spelled out "love" across her lower back like the poster I had in my living room.

"This is pretty bad ass," I mumbled to myself as I traced the makeshift letters with the nails of my middle and index fingers. Dalal reared back as I ran my nails under her tat. She flinched and I started to apologize for the gouges I made in her flesh, but then there was blood. Fresh. Pooling at the two lines I made in her flesh. It was a beautiful thing to watch and it was even better on my lips. I heard the growl that escaped me from outside my body as I lapped at her, my grip tight on her wrists. Too tight, even I could feel it, the tension in her shoulders but she didn't budge. Remained there for me with her ass in the air. Her knees spread wide. Face pressed to the sheets. I wanted to keep her just like this but for what I wanted to do to her I would need both hands, so I let her go. I expected her to let her arms drop or use them to prop herself up, but I smiled when she clasped her hands together behind her back. I acknowledged the action with a grunt as I grabbed a handful of her ass and spread her cheeks wide.




Her Vampire Daddy Ch. 04



Fresh baked cookies. Coffee brewing. Bacon sizzling. Dalal smelled of all those things. Or maybe it was just my rewired brain's reaction to her aroma, either way it was heavenly. I dove in face first to breath her in, though I made a conscious effort to keep my movements slow and deliberate. I wanted her to enjoy this as much as I was, judging by the moisture on my nose I wasn't doing half bad. I fell in love with her flavor at first lick. In an instant I was beneath her, my face a pedestal for the altar that was her pussy and my tongue worshipped it hungrily. Though I heard her gasps of pleasure, felt her body trembling, at this point I was being completely selfish. Satisfying my own desires in the pleasures of her.

Dalal seemed not to mind one bit, rocking her body against my invading tongue. Her hips rolled in wide circles as I wiggled the muscle against her opening. When I turned my attention to her clit, she shot up and let out a squeak of pleasure that made my toes curl. "Mmm don't let this be the last time," she mumbled as she rocked back and forth on my open mouth. It was all I could do to shake my head. I dare not extract myself from beneath her to answer, especially when she reached back to run her slender fingers between my thighs. Two fingers slipped easily inside me to tickle my g-spot a moment before she put them to her lips to suck. "Damn baby you should let me turn around...I need that in my life," she begged and I did her one better, flipping her so she may explore me as I did her. 

And explore she did. Her tongue touched every crevice, lips suckled at both my holes. She was by far more experienced than I was and before long it was me doing the begging. Pleading for her not to stop as she worked her knuckles against my g spot while her tongue flicked wildly against my clit. As I moved closer to climax, I felt the bed move from beneath us and Dalal let out a gasp as she realized we were hovering a few feet in the air. I took this as an opportunity to regain the upper hand. Before she could comment, we were back on the bed, my breasts against her back while I buried three fingers inside her knuckles deep. Fourplay was over, by the way she writhed against me I knew Dalal was ready for the real thing. She reach back to wrap her hand in my hair as I wrapped my free hand up around her chest, holding her in place. 

"Do it...take me...make me cum...let me feed you," she moaned between gasps and I could tell by the quiver around my fingers just how close she was, but I was patient just as Nezrah was with me. Though I couldn't stop my teeth from pushing their way out of my gums or the lengthening of my nails. I slipped my fingers out of her and gave them a lick before I went back to work her clit, rolling it gently between my fingers. Her head back against my shoulder, she opened her mouth to scream as her eyes rolled back behind her head. That was my cue and I was glad for it, I don't think I could wait any longer.

My teeth set, I wrapped my legs around hers to keep her from squirming as I pierced her flesh. I barely heard her climax as the warmth of her life's essence spilled down my throat. 'Go slow," I kept telling myself. 'Take your time,' I thought as I moved my hand over her heart, paced it as her blood pumped into my mouth. It went from rapid fire to normal in a matter of moments and I knew it was time to slow down. I didn't want to take too much, just enough to keep myself sane. The last thing I wanted was to scare her away. I felt her grip on me loosen as her heartbeat slowed and I immediately withdrew from her. It was as Yuri said, I was completely satisfied and she still had enough strength to smile as I licked her wound closed. 

"Thank you," I said softly as I kissed her neck and attempted to roll out from beneath her but the sound of displeasure that came from her told me to stay put. I made some adjustments to our position to benefit both our comfort, and to better monitor her well being, turning her so she faced me with her head on the pillow with mine. Our limbs remain tangled together and she let out a contented sigh as I settled down next to her. She even snuggled up against me, just before her breathing returned to normal, then dropped off into the rhythm of sleep. I kissed her smiling lips, wished I could join her in her dreams but feeding had the opposite effect that a belly full of food in my human life. I felt energized, and I was doubly grateful.

"So are you just going to, like, watch me sleep," she croaked after a while, then coughed a little to clear her throat. I wasn't sure how long it had been, hadn't even noticed that my eyes didn't leave her face.

"I'm sorry," I told her with a chuckle and her eye fluttered open. "I'm not really sure how this is supposed to work. Before Nezrah would send them away so we could...well...knock out the extra energy. You're the first human I've been alone with since I turned. To be honest most of the vamps around here give me a wide berth..."

"All except the three I presume," she said and coughed again, so hard that she sat up weakly.

"You need food," I said as I brought her back to lay beside me.

"And something to drink...I'm dehydrated as fuck." Nezrah was already on his way by then, his scent was clouded by that of charred meat. Beef. Potatoes. Spices. Greens. Bananas, no maduros. Onions. Rice. All this I relayed to Dalal and she laughed. "It's carne asada," she said as she lay back against the headboard and pulled the bed linens up over her chest. "But you smell it all as separate things."

"Lu says we smell every molecule as it's own entity. It's how we tell the difference between one of ours and one of yours...the difference between men and women even. Everybody, even vamps have their own scent..."

"They're called pheromones," she said like I should have known and I rolled my eyes.

Nezrah came in before I could retort with a tray laden with exactly what she said and closed the door quickly behind him. I found myself salivating at the aroma but had very little desire to partake, sated at the moment. 

"Judging by the contented look on both your faces, I would wager you might finally take me up on my offer Búrú," he asked as he set the tray down on her lap, kissed her forehead before he moved to lay across the foot of the bed. Those icy eyes flashed quickly in my direction and I smirked under his gaze. I knew the offer but wasn't sure how keen she was to accept. Dalal was like me in a way and no matter her attachment to Nezrah, she was not one to be tied down. "Now that you carry her scent, life on the outside may be difficult. Perhaps it would be best if you remain here..."

"Like you don't know she rocked my world," she said as she licked her fingers. Dalal ate with her hands, rice and all, and I found that oddly endearing. She chugged down the entire glass of red wine and refilled it before she continued with, "You knew what would happen didn't you?"

"I know not what you mean," Nezrah answered with a smirk and Dalal sucked her teeth. "You offered your assistance and I accepted. There was no mystery in it Búrú."

"Yeah but you knew she would put that vampire mojo on me so I wouldn't want to leave," she quipped and Nezrah shrugged.

"I knew of the possibility but there is no guarantee in such things..."

"Bullshit," she said with a laugh and I shook my head. 

"So it's not just me he does it too?"

"Hell no," she said with rolled eye, making Nezrah chuckle as he sat up and away from the line of fire. Or so he thought. "You'd swear he was a boxer the way he dodges the truth. You knew damn well if I came here for this what would happen. Father always has a plan, ain't that what you tell me all the time. If I didn't know any better I might say you turning her was just another way to keep me close," she said and Nezrah shook his head, opened his mouth to speak a couple times before he dropped his head. "But I do know better though," she said to me, turning my head with a greasy finger to my chin. She must have felt my glare at him because I was too pissy to give voice to what boiled inside me. "I'm just messing with him. What he feels for you has nothing to do with me. I just like giving him a hard time and now that he has you I don't have anything left to tease him about. Trust me, you aren't the first bloodsucker to catch my eye...First I ever been willing to lay down with though and that you can thank Father for, otherwise I would have surely kept my distance. That chocolate skin and them hazel eyes would have had me all kinds of loose for you girl."

"My eyes aren't hazel," I said with a little giggle but it was Nezrah who explained.

"They are now."



Her Vampire Daddy



"And how long ago was that," I asked as if this were a normal conversation to be having, as if I could not feel his hunger. The air was thick with it and the fact that I was completely comfortable within his atmosphere was more unnerving than anything else. 

"It was not the day you saw me..." 

I sucked my teeth at that. "I believe I deserve a straight answer...as straight as you can muster. Threaten to give me the world, how about we start with that?" As annoyed as I might have been at the moment, he was just as amused at my response. His tongue came to lick his teeth as he chuckled, hand came to tug his ear. 

"You must understand how little time means to someone as old as I am..."Nezrah raised his hand to my mouth, holding it shut to stop the question he saw on my lips. And I inexplicably smiled behind his grasp. "I can not give you an exact number but I can tell you that I have seen everything. And no I was not born this way," he said solemnly as he dropped his hand to my neck, feeling my pulse race no doubt. "As for you Ur..." 

"Luana..." 

"But you prefer the common derivative of your surname, Smitty," he said matter-of-factly, his eyes locked with mine, and I gasped. Not many knew that, or would guess it, but that was true. It was what people called my father before he died and my grandfather before him, and since I was an only child, I figured it would be fine for me to continue the legacy. Much to my mother's chagrin. "Either way it pleases me much that you found the need to tell me your name." With that his unsoiled fingers came back to my lips, as I had thought he had gotten sidetracked, before he continued. "But as for when I saw you first, I can not give an exact time only hints that you could mark for yourself. Is that acceptable?" 

"Yes." 

"Well you were still smoking tobacco..." 

"Okay that was at least two years ago," I said, easily, not ignoring the tentative step he took towards me. 

"And you had yet to move to this cozy subterranean dwelling..." 

"So that's at least five...my goodness since college," I said flabbergasted and he shrugged. 

"As I said time means little to me," was his smirking reply. "And for someone as precious as you I would wait an eternity..." 

"Well five years is close," I said as I moved around him to get back to the bath to let the water out, all the while my thighs getting slick with menses. And I was strangely unembarrassed by the attention he paid to my hindquarters as I moved around the bathroom. "So what changed, I mean up until a few months ago you had never let me see you." 

"You were not yet ready to receive me," was all he said but there was so much more to it than that and I felt it as I felt his anguish at the maxi-pad protected panties I pulled on. 

"Again I ask, what..." but the answer came to me on its own accord. I was alone now, truly alone. The orphaned adult child of two other only children whose own parents were gone as well. My line ended with me and the realization hadn't occurred to me until my mother's passing some 10 months ago. We hadn't been close she and I, I was my father's child, but her furtive presence in my life had meant so much to me. After her funeral I stayed in my apartment for a week or so, when I finally ventured outside I saw Nezrah. He was reading the newspaper on the bus bench across the street from the café, only now did I remember. Nezrah took me into his arms then, and only when my face touched his cool flesh did I feel the warmth of my tears. He held me to his chest as I cried silently, his large hands rubbing my head and the small of my back. It was a quick burst of emotion and I pushed through it with a chuckle. "This is killing you isn't it...well not exactly killing, but you get what I'm saying...having me this close," I said pushing myself off him and he looked at me with furrowed brows. "Having me this close, naked no less, and during the most enticing time for someone like you." 

"That has very little to do with my...predicament," came with an almost impish giggle, my eyes had inadvertently drifted to his very impressive erection. "Though my desire for you is of a carnal kind..." 

"Oh I noticed," I said as I tossed a towel at him, which he quickly wrapped low around his waist. I slipped on my robe and he followed me out to the living room. Together we blew out candles and he gave me a vague synopsis of his life before. 

Long story short, the family farm got raided by a traveling band of nightwalkers but he got one and was bitten in the process. Initially he hadn't realized, being the family warrior Nezrah believed himself chasing the raiding party down to avenge his family. And so he did. One by one he snatched them and feed his growing hunger, by the time he was done Nezrah had feasted on four of what he called "ancients". But all this he learned later, during what he called his wandering years, which he assured me did not include any murder or pillaging. According to him he feed on animals until civilization introduced him to more of his own kind. But still he drifted, mostly alone, and in so doing avoiding the intrigue of the vampire court. The longer he drifted the older he got, the more his power grew and eventually others of his kind took notice. He became a wanted man, and was hunted for some years before he decided enough was enough. With his fifth ancient consumed Nezrah had no choice but take his seat. 

"So a reluctant king," I said as I climbed in bed, pulling the blankets all the way back, silently inviting him in with me. An invitation he declined, instead he pulled his chair to my bedside and sat. 

"Not a king for there is no supreme ruler, but the reluctant head of a house," was his almost solemn correction, though he smiled at me but I think that was simply because I touched him. My fingers slowly traced his thigh where the towel had fallen away as I rolled to face him. 

"And how does this house feel of your interest in a human for something other than a source of nourishment?" 

He laughed at that before he said, "There was some uproar but most of the naysayers have been...weeded out, though I am sure there remain a few who do not possess the volition to defy me..." 

"But they would surely harm me, if only for the satisfaction of taking something from you." 

"I assure you Urbi that would not be," and with that he touched me, a soft caress of the side of my face. But his eyes gave away his passion with a fiery glare at the bulkiness between my thighs. 

"Because you want to turn me?" 

"I do," was his breathy response, his eyes still not meeting mine. I watched his lips curl slightly at the corners as I slowly undid the tie of my robe, exposing my pantied mound. 

"But only if I want to give myself to you..." 

"And you claim to misunderstand me," said Nezrah wryly as he took my hand from his thigh and kissed my palm. "I may not be a king but I wish you for my queen." 

"And at the moment you wish to feed from between my thighs," I said and his eyes finally came back to mine. I couldn't help the laugh that escaped me as he looked at me, well glared. 

"You tease me, why?" He asked with a frown that seemed all too contrived and I laughed harder, smacking his thigh. "You know not how much resilience it takes for me not to hold you down and devour you." That cut my laugh off and whether he was flirting or threatening I couldn't tell but I could not deny how turned on I was at the moment with his hazel eyes piercing through me. So turned on that my next words shocked me almost as much as they shocked him. 

"But what if that's what I want," I said softly, though even I heard the thickness in my voice, the passion it held. Nezrah heard it too, for in the blink of an eye he was on me. Powerful hands gripped my ankles and pulled me around. Then I heard the tearing of fabric as my legs were pushed back. All happened with in the span of a blink but when my eyes opened again Nezrah remained in his chair, though it too had moved. He gave me that predatory smirk again as his hands roughly massaged my thighs.  

"Have I frightened you?" 

"No, but I am concerned about what these sheets are gonna look like in the morning." 

"I assure you Urbi there will be no mess," he said just before he gave me his first tentative lick. We moaned together though I'm sure for different reasons. I could feel the mild contractions of my womb as egg sac detached and moved down my fallopian tubes. "Can you sleep this way?" I vaguely heard him ask over my pants and through his slurps. 

"If you want me to," I moaned and so did he. 

"Good girl," he said with a light tap to my ass as he gently nibbled at my inner thigh. "I promise you Urbi this will be your shortest cycle." 

I awoke the next morning with a start. Well it was a bit more than that. The second my eyes opened, I jumped up on the bed so fast I knocked my night stand over. A second after the crash, Nezrah appeared in my bedroom doorway, fully dressed with a concerned look on his face. His face turned to something else and I looked down at my still naked body. I yanked the blankets up over to cover myself. 

"It is much too late for that Urbi..." 

"For what? I thought you left me," I said before I could stop myself, or the tone of my last words. Sounded so desperate, almost whiny and it wasn't lost on him. I could feel the shiver my words sent through him but choose not to comment. 

Instead he said, "For your modesty...and I will never leave you...not without your knowledge anyway." 

"But you did." 

"Did what?" 

"Left me...last night...I felt you...go." 

Another smile, this one broader with a tinge of smugness. "I had a bit of business that needed my attention." Something in the way he said it stopped my usual questioning of his vagueness. But he explained on his own. "And no it was not to feed, but occasionally my status might pull me away...until you have decided at least, then my business will be yours." 

I had already decided but I didn't want to tell him that just yet. And I had only decided that I wanted him. Vampire or not, Nezrah had a hold on me I could not deny, and judging by how I awoke, I could not be without. I allowed myself to relax and I noticed how he did the same. He seemed to be on high alert, then the thought occurred to me that he felt my anxiety as I felt his. 

"We're connected now aren't we...now that you..." 

"That I have truly tasted you." There it was again, that glint in his eye. I saw it last night but was too taken to think on it then. It was the same way a lion looked at a gazelle before it pounced, but it wasn't my "fight or flight" reaction that was activated by his glare. That too he felt, it was in the way Nezrah's nostrils flared as I stepped down off the bed, leaving the sheet a rumpled mess at my feet. His jaw tightened as I moved towards him and he dropped his hands to his belt and tipped his head down, almost looking down his nose at me. 

"But that's not what did it, is it?" I asked as I moved into his personal space, my hand reaching up to touch the pendant on his chest. "It was before the first time you let me see you, that night at the station?" 

As my fingers grazed his chest, Nezrah drew in a deep breath. He looked away from me a moment then said, "I must confess to you Urbi...confession I should have made last night, but I had assumed you would asked and when you didn't I could not bring myself to tell." I started to turn away from him, my intentions to freshen up while he meandered to his point. "That was not the first time I've had the pleasure of your flavor." I was frozen in my tracks, partly from his words, but mostly because when I blinked he stood in front of me. He touched me then, a thumb to chin to bring my eyes to his. "I swear to you it was unintentional..." 

"Tell me when you saw me first." I jerked my face back from his grasp and his shoulders slumped as I pulled on my robe. "No preamble, no foreword...I don't wanna hear none of that dancing bullshit you do." 

"You wish me to be concise," he said with a smirk and my vision flashed red before I remembered he could eat me alive without anyone knowing. "As you said you were in college, at a questionable establishment..." 

"You were there," I interjected snidely as I brushed my teeth and he rolled his eyes. 

"My point, I and several other of my kind were in attendance. Not a safe place for one as enticing as you," he said with a raised eyebrow and I rolled my eyes. Nezrah laughed and continued. "At any rate, there was a fight between a few of yours and one of mine. You were not involved but glass from a shattered beer bottle somehow made its way into your palm, but you didn't realize at first..." 

"My goodness, I remember that night...the last time I ever went to Devil May Care...Holy fuck that was you..." 

"Who you open hand smacked for trying to see you out of harms way," he said with a smirk and I couldn't help but laugh as I climbed into the shower. "So you listened to me then? I told you never to go there..." 

"Yeah and then shoved me out the front door..." 

"Yes but I could have done worse," he said in a tone that sent a shiver down my spine. I heard him chuckle at my silence from the other side of the shower curtain then footfalls away from the bathroom. 

He left me relatively alone to finish dressing and I found myself strangely uncomfortable with him being so far away. And by so far I mean about 50 ft, give or take a yard or two. I found myself rushing through the process that was me getting dressed. Usually it took me an hour or so from the time I picked an outfit, accessorized it, make my face, and then put it all together. But with the handsome dark skinned vampire sitting in my favorite chair I was done in 20 minutes. 

"Comfy," I asked as I came around the back, my hand on his chest. I gasped when he grabbed my arm and brought my wrists to his lips, a shudder when his tongue came out and grazed the veins there. "Mmm heavens..." 

"As close as I can get to it," he said after a soft kiss to my wrist, then my palm and knuckles before he let my wrists go. Despite my usual self I had no comeback to rebuke his sappy compliment. "Will you work today," he asked following me into the kitchen to watch me make breakfast. 

"I love how you say that...will I work to today, as if I had a choice," I said with a laugh as I grabbed a very large bowl of Greek yogurt and popped some rye bread in the toaster. 

"Well you do now," he said as he settled on to one of the stools at the breakfast counter. 

"Well there's really only the one now right," I asked with a smirk as I licked my spoon. "And before I make that choice we have to have a serious talk about what I might be getting myself into...or out of for that matter." 

"I am an open book to you Urbi. Whatever the query I will answer it honestly..." 

"So where'd you go last night," I asked quickly, thinking that he would not answer since he hadn't earlier, but he chuckled and tugged his ear. 

"They knew I was here, and assumed that I would be turning you..." 

"Whose 'they'," I mumbled around a mouthful of my banana, peanut butter, and honey sandwich. 

Nezrah smirked and reached to wipe a drip of honey and peanut butter swirl from my chin. "Naysayers," was all he said as he licked his thumb. I noted the flash that came to his eyes as he spat those two little words. They seemed as close to a curse as any four letter word I'd said in his presence. He looked at me then, his gaze so piercing I lost my train of thought and had to look away. But it seemed he found it for me. "We would both be at our weakest together then. Once you turn, you would need feed from me and..." 

"Since you want me to be as strong as you, I'd have to..." 

"Nearly drain me, and I would never risk such a thing here. If you choose to, it will be done somewhere safely guarded. That is if you choose to," he said and again he looked at me, but this time I held his gaze. "Next question." 

"Does it hurt?" 

"Yes, but I will make you as comfortable as possible...and yes I would like you to be of sober mind. For my own peace of mind." He laughed at the last and I started to take offence until I realized he was being a gentleman. 

"And that's why you didn't try to get inside the other night, because I was drunk," I asked and he nodded. I found myself blushing at that but tried to cover it up with my next question. "So I'll still be able to go out in the day, because I swear I've seen you in the day time." 

"Yes but you will have no desire to do so." 

"So you're only out because of me," I asked and he nodded, again I blushed. "So is eating the same...food I mean?" Nezrah leaned forward and bit my sandwich, chewed and swallowed, then nodded. 

We went back and forth like that until it was time for me to go to work, whole 4 hours later. I asked him question after question and he stayed true to his word answering one after another, not even speaking if the answer was simply yes or no. By the time we got to the café I had learned much about what life would be like with him, but there was one very specific question I had yet to ask and I think Nezrah knew it. I stood just outside the door my eyes trained on his mouth a few moments before I turned to go inside. He stopped me though before my hand got to the door, my face in his hand. 

"You wish me kiss you," he said with his lips almost touching mine and I gasped as his tongue came out to graze my bottom lip. "Mmm Urbi I want nothing more than to ravage your supple mouth with mine but I fear that I would not be able control the animal within..." So I kissed him instead and was rewarded with the sexiest growl I had ever heard as my tongue pushed into his mouth. Nezrah stiffened suddenly and I pulled away from him just before he went all the way vamp on me. Another growl, this one from frustration, I could tell by how his hand went to the crotch of his jeans and pulled. "And now you wish me leave you here," he said and I smirked, turned and left him standing there. 

I didn't want him to go but I couldn't tell him that yet, and I decided immediately that I wouldn't tell him of the anxiety I felt when I looked up and saw him not standing at the door, or how often my eyes drifted to the front windows hoping to see him waiting for me. My shift dragged without him and my coworker, Rhonda, noted my occasional distance stare. At some point in the night I made the decision that would change my life forever, but still I was not yet ready to tell him. He was all I could think of, and the idea of who he truly was, and how easily I had accepted his existence. I tried to sketch to occupy my time between entertaining the often ridiculous requests of my regular customers and the mundane tasks of running the café but nothing could distract me from my visions of him. 

"Well I hope he's worth all those heavy sighs," the big bull dyke said to me just before she left for the night. "Or maybe it's a she," she added with a wink over her shoulder and I laughed. "A girl can dream right." 

I had assumed he would return once night fell and when he didn't show I had hoped he would once I was alone but 15 minutes before closing he still hadn't comeback. A small feeling of dread crept up in my stomach, thinking maybe I had missed my chance. He had waited five years perhaps now he could wait no more and moved on to a new object of affection. Or maybe some of those "naysayers" had gotten to him and that thought only served to raise my anxiety level as I quickly mopped and locked up for the night. I looked up and down the street for him before I solemnly headed for the subway station, digging in my bag for my rail pass as I went. My eyes on the ground I didn't see him, though I felt his presence and smiled. The feeling didn't register for me to stop though and I crashed head first into the brick wall that was Nezrah's chest. 




Her Vampire Daddy



A soft moan escaped my lips as his scent hit my nostrils, a gasp as I gave into his strong arms around my torso. And before I could stop myself I mumbled out, "Don't ever leave me again." 

I felt his breath catch with my face buried in his chest and he said, "Even when you must work Urbi." 

Again I spoke without thought. "I'm not doing that anymore." He pulled back then, looked down at me with question in his light eyes. There was more behind that look just as he knew there was more behind my words but neither of us prodded the other for true meaning. 

"Well that is a most unexpected revelation," he said with a smirk and I rolled my eyes, pulled back from him. He laughed and said, "It was not my intention to offend but this seems a most rapid change of heart from the morn..." 

"Like you didn't know that would happen," I cut in snidely, arms folded across my chest. I noted Nezrah's gaze drift downward at the exposure of my cleavage and I shook my head. "I don't know what kinda mojo you put on me Nezrah and what's worse is I don't know how I feel about it." 

"Well Urbi I could say the same of you," he said with a raised eyebrow, and this time it was my turn to laugh. "You have only been under my spell two night, imagine how I must feel pining for you half a decade..." 

"But I thought time meant little to someone as old as you Nezrah," was my snarky comeback and he narrowed his eyes at me. "Okay I'm sorry but you walked into that one... yeah just like I walked into yours, so let's leave it at that." He silently conceded with a nod and I started to move towards the stairs. 

"Tonight I had wished to show you another way to your home," he said, with a hand on the small of my back. It was just a touch but it commanded I move into his body, my shoulder just under his armpit. 

"Or you could show me to yours," I said, again without thought, and he gave me that probing stare of his. This time I smiled through it and said, "Bet that was just as unexpected." 

"Agreed," he said with a smirk. "That journey will be much longer though, Urbi, perhaps you would rather deposit you baggage at home," he added with a glance down at my over stuffed hobo satchel. "I assure you anything you might need would be provided you." 

"Maybe you could show me what life with you might be like...a preview, I mean," I said and his tongue came out to wet his lips. 

"That could be arranged," he said as he adjusted the strap on my bag so it slung over my shoulder and across my chest. Nezrah took my arm and pulled me into a dark alley. His hand came to my mouth as I started to squeal at the suddenness of the movement. He had used his vamp speed and my brain shuddered in an attempt make sense of the jarring impact of traveling nearly 100 ft in the blink of an eye. "Shhh, Urbi you mustn't fret," he said as his hand slid around the back of my neck, his eyes locked with mine. 

"A bit of warning next time would be nice." I tipped my head up to look at him then, as his nails traced the nape of my neck. I understood on my own why there couldn't have been. Again Nezrah looked as he did in my bathroom the night before, teeth drawn and eyes at slits. I knew it had nothing to do with my cycle since he took care of that last night. 

"It is all I can do not to take you here," he said in a low grumble as he traced his tongue down my jugular and I couldn't help the shiver. Or the way my knees buckled a little. After a heavily drawn breath that flared his nostrils, Nezrah settled his primal gaze on me. "To be Queen for a night...perhaps more," he asked with a raised eye brow and I sucked my teeth. 

"Let's start with tonight," I said as I pulled my face away from his. This time he growled, a low rumbling from his chest and I made a teasing attempt to get away. I blinked and was hoisted over his shoulder, fireman style. In another we were off the ground and I was too taken to scream. 

I might have passed out. The last thing I remember was looking down at rooftops and Nezrah's quick swat to my ass. "Consider yourself warned." 

The next thing I knew we were in my apartment. I lay on my bed, Nezrah paced in front of it. I laughed at that and he looked at me as if I were helpless. "Don't worry I'm not fretting. I do think I should change though, doesn't really say queen of the night does it?" 

"I have seen you do better," he said with a smirk as he turned and left me in my bedroom. "I will make arrangements, take what time you need." 

He was gone before I could think of a comeback, but I had a better way to get back at him. I had a black mini-dress tucked into the back of my closet that I had yet to find the occasion for, it was long sleeved but the neckline was off the shoulder cowl neck and them hem hit an inch or two below my ass. I thought it might look hot with my black suede thigh high boots with the modest 4 inch riding heel and fishnets. I smoked out my eye lids and freshened up my lip gloss before I threw on my biker jacket and scarf. After sliding on a few studded bracelets and my three finger ring I stepped out of my bedroom. 

"This better," I asked sincerely. He didn't speak his answer but I understood him well enough. I found myself blushing as he sized me up, my eyes drifting out of his gaze as he circled the couch towards me. "Ready?" 

"If you are," he asked with that piercing gaze. I nodded after a moment and he smiled as I did not look away. "Then our chariot awaits Urbi..." 

"Wait should I bring anything..." 

"All you need will be provided, you will be Queen remember," he said with a smirk as he ushered me towards the door. 

A car waited out front a large man of some sort of European descent and a small Asian woman stood outside waiting. He wore a suit, all black and she wore a flowy pants suit unitard thing with wide legs and billowing sleeves. The woman smiled at me and bowed her head, the man simply nodded. 

"Yuri, Ming-Lu," Nezrah began as Yuri moved to open the rear door of the limo. "It is my pleasure to introduce you to Luana Smith..." 

"Smitty," I interjected as I took the woman's hand and was shocked to find it ice cold. It must have shown on my face, or maybe it was the way I jerked my hand from her grasp, but they all laughed 

"Ah sorry, sorry my dear but it has been long since I have fraternized with the living," she said through a giggle. She didn't have an accent but that same different way of speaking that Nezrah did so I guessed her much older than her smooth skin and perky breasts suggested. And I only mention her breast because I could see them, clear as day through the sheer flesh toned fabric of her outfit. I found my eyes drawn to her hard nipples and when my eyes drifted up to hers she wore a coy smile on her surprisingly full lips. Nezrah cleared his throat to break her gaze from mine and she laughed. "Yes my dear you will fit in just fine." 

"She have no respect for Chief, perhaps you make her," Yuri said to me in a heavy eastern European accent and I only knew he was joking by the reaction of the others, since his face was a perpetual scowl. His job was clear by his size, as a human he could easily rip a person to pieces, it scared me to wonder what he might be capable of as a vampire. Nezrah smacked him on the shoulder then ushered me inside the car. 

"To the house," he said as he climbed in beside me. "And a bit of privacy would be much appreciated." With that the partition came up between up and Nezrah flipped a switch on the door panel. 

"Privacy huh," I said crossing my arms and sliding away from him. He simply grabbed my ankle and yanked me back to him, drawing me into his lap. I started to say something cocky but his lips stopped me. With one hand he lifted me from his lap, the other slipped underneath me and I heard his zipper come down, all the while his long tong slithered all around the inside of my mouth. His teeth nipped at my bottom lip as I gasped at the feeling of his cock on my thigh as he settled me back down in his lap. The hand that had been holding me up had now found its way up my skirt and Nezrah moaned at what he found. 

"And she wonders why I might need privacy," he said in a low growl, then nipped at my neck before he tongue the spot I knew he would bite when the time came. "It seems you have anticipated your first duty as Queen," he said as he lay me back against the seat with my ass still in his lap. I giggled at how hungrily he eyed my moistness, how his tongue came out to lick his lips. 

"What's that? Always be ready for Daddy," I said jokingly, laughed even, until I noticed the way he bit his bottom lip. "You're serious aren't you," I said and he smirked, fixed my skirt. 

"Well yes, but it sounds so much more wonderful from your lips Urbi..." 

"And what is that," I sighed as Nezrah began to slowly rub his hands up and down my calves, massaging mostly but occasionally running a nail against my fishnets. I watched him take a breath and knew by now that meant a long meandering to a simple point. With a finger to his lips I stop his first words. "Just the short one for now, if you don't mind?" And he smiled behind my fingertip. 

"In a word, Princess," he said after a nip at my fingertip so hard I squealed a little. But I was not in pain, it was the shock of his bite that startled me. A real one that drew a few drops of blood, which Nezrah licked salaciously from my finger. "Before...You will let me tell you the unabridged version." 

"Yes." It was all I could say, with his eyes locked with mine. Any snide remark I would have made at his order ineffectually disguised as a request was dissipated. I couldn't even think to deny him. With that he kissing my finger then my palm and slide out from beneath me. 

"Good girl," he said with a smirk as his eyes traced my thigh. "Sleep now Urbi, for me the night is young."