5 comments/ 5933 views/ 15 favorites Saving Deloria Ch. 01 By: TahoeCat I know it's been a long while since my last story everyone. But I hope that this one will wet your appetites. Enjoy and please vote. All comments are welcome. :) * She walked in the hot Vegas night air, her hair blazing red under the street lights as she passed them. Her face shadowed slightly in the darkness. In those passing lights, her face would glow a creamy white, almost making anyone looking believe that she had the moonlight in her skin. Her eyes would catch and then move on to each passing pedestrian or car, searching, reading their faces. She was looking for something, or someone, but she didn't know or understand what she was looking to find. Her name is Deloria. She was born in Savona, Italy in 1326. She was just 26 when the Black Death spread relentlessly through Europe. That's right, Deloria is over seven hundred years old, and still looks the age of 26. She had succumbed to the plague, and in a moment of desperation, she was offered the gift of life, of never being sick again, of living beautiful and ageless. She had only to agree to a kiss, a kiss that touched neither lip nor cheek, but her neck. Fear and pain moved her to agree. The stranger, which later she learned had been with her throughout her sickness, moved in and caressed her cheek, then leaned in and touched his lips to her throat. She remembered thinking how cold his lips were moments before he bit down. She screamed at the instant pain, and then she settled as a kind of euphoria slid over her mind. Then her vision started to gray around the edges. She heard him speaking to her, but could not understand was he was saying. "Deloria," he whispered. She looked up at him, her eyes still refused to focus. "You can still refuse me, you have a choice. If you choose you can die now. No pain, no plague, but pure death. Or you can finish this, taste of my essence and be as I am. You will be free of it all, no sickness, no pain. You will be beautiful forever, never aging, and stronger and faster than ever before." She heard him, understood what he was offering. A wave of pain hit her and she moaned and writhed from it. "Yes, I want to be free of all this. Make me as you are." The decision made he quickly sliced his own neck and pulled her up to place her mouth over the wound. Deloria will always remember the sensations as his blood flowed into her mouth, of how it felt to drink it quickly. She felt warm and then a stronger rush of heat pounded into her body. He pulled her away and held her still as the heat faded to an icy chill throughout her. Then she was wracked with ripples of changes. Her eyes deepening to a truer blue, her hair brightening to a flame red, and her skin paling until she was a creamy white, then lastly her primary teeth growing to two fine points. "Lay still Deloria. You will be weak for a few moments," the stranger said. "What's your name?" Deloria asked. "Julian," he answered as he stroked her hair. "Why me?" she asked as she looked up at him. He was simply the most handsome man she had ever seen, his eyes a deep brown, almost like a dark chocolate. His hair was so black it was nearly lost in the darkness of her room. His skin was as pale as hers. And he chose her to change. "The answer to that is a long one. It may take a while to tell it." She was feeling stronger, stronger then she had ever felt. She shifted and then stood. She looked around and saw more then she thought she should be able to see. It was dark as midnight in her little room, but she saw the small table next to the bed as clearly as if it were lit with light. "There are things I must tell, that you must understand," Julian said as he stood and stepped to her. Deloria turned to look at him. "There is more to this gift?" she asked. "Much more, all of which I will teach you," he said as he trailed his finger down her cheek, then to the wound that he had made with his bite. It was instantly healed and gone. "First is that you must never go into the sunlight again. It is death for us, a very painful death. Second, crosses can hurt us, but not kill. It weakens our power." Deloria turned into his touch. It was gentle and knowing. "Next, you have power over men, as I do over women. You can feed, but not kill. To kill is to raise too many questions. The mortals will hunt you, if found, and likely kill you with the rising sun. Next, a stake of wood or silver will hurt you, but only can kill if thrust through your heart." "So I will not get close enough to endure such a fate," Deloria said confidently. "I will teach you all I know," he said and pulled her closer to him. "I chose you more than for your beauty Deloria. I have watched you for more than a year. At first as a feeding, then as I came to know you, I could not bear to see you suffer under that horrendous plague." She watched his eyes change and become watchful. "I love you Deloria," he whispered. The tears sprang so quickly to her eyes that she had no time to try to stem them. "How can you love? You are the undead." Through her words she felt his emotions pouring from him. "Oh I love," he said grasping her hand and bringing it to his chest where his heart lay still. "It may not beat with life, but I feel it swell when I look at you, when I hear your voice. And now as I feel you under my hands I feel as though if it did beat it would for you alone." His words touched her deeper than any token grace from a gentlemen of leisure. "Let me love you, teach you. Walk with me as my bride for the rest of eternity." As he spoke he leaned in to her, then his lips touched hers and gave her the most loving kiss she had ever received from any previous suitors. "Yes Julian," she said as he pulled away. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him in return. The memory always made her smile. He had been a gentle lover, and a commanding teacher. His goal was only to make her stronger, faster, and more powerful then she had ever been in life. For her own protection from the hunters, and from the dangers of other vampires that would try to claim her. Her smile faded as she then recalled how he had died at the hands of other vampires. They wanted his home, his land, his money, and her. He had fought viciously, with her beside him. In the end there were too many of them and they had lost. Their enemies had tied Julian to an old dead tree, and then drug her off screaming and fighting. The next night, after she was beaten and raped repeatedly, they took her back out to the tree and they found only ashes where her beloved Julian was. She cried bitterly for days as they continued to use her. Then one day she found the strength that Julian had instilled in her. She plotted for the time that she would be able to gain her revenge. After more than 3 weeks she watched and learned their patterns. Then she struck. She killed her guards first, and then left a bloody trail behind her. Her anger and revenge held up in front of her like an invisible shield. She slashed and ravaged any vampire who got in her way until she reached the leader. He stood laughing as if she could even believe that she could defeat him. She attacked with a vicious howl and caught the surprised look in his eyes when she struck him with her clawed fingers, ripping open his shirt and the flesh underneath. He retaliated and threw out his fist, catching her in the jaw, sending her flying across the floor. She bounced back up and dipped her head as she saw him trying to catch her again. She screeched as she swung around and again clawed him, this time in the face. He tumbled back a step, giving her the advantage. Leaping forward she knocked him off his tenuous footing with a blow to the chest. He landed hard on his back and she pounced. She pinned his arms under him then growled as she sank her fangs into his neck, not for the feeding, but for the kill. She ripped his neck open and let the blood flow freely from the wound. And as she held him down, she watched as his face draw up and into itself. His body seemed to shrink and shrivel into nothing. As she stood other vampires had surrounded her. She looked and waited for them to kill her, the blood of their leader dripping down her face and out of her mouth. But they stood there, watching as their leader evaporated before their eyes. Then fear seemed to grip the group as a whole and they moved away from her, then turn and escaped into the night. She was left alone after that. Word had spread of her and what she had done. She and Julian had been together for nearly fifty years when she had lost him. She debated stepping into the sun on more than one occasion when her grief had been at its worst. But she felt that it would be better to remember him as he was for her. So she lived, and did her best to honor his memory. Now, as Deloria walked the streets of Las Vegas seven hundred years later she smiled. Her heels clicked on the concrete sidewalk as she moved with and against the crowd. Her ankle-length black wrap flowed behind her with a seductive grace that only she could create, revealing her blood red gown. Men and women alike stared as she walked past. She could see clearly the lust in the men's eyes, and the envy in the women's. It amused her to see it, the wonder in their eyes, the questions, 'Who is she? Does she work in one of the shows?' Then the unexpected happened. When Deloria turned to walk into one of the main strip hotels she saw him. If her heart was able to beat she was sure it would have very quickly. 'Julian!' she thought and move with lightning speed as the man turned and disappeared into the hotel. She followed and caught a glimpse of him again as he headed toward an elevator. Just as she reached it the doors were closing, and she saw him. She stared as he looked up and his eyes locked on hers before the instant the doors shut. Her breath was catching in her chest. 'Think, think," she thought. Then she looked up and watched until the elevator stopped on the fifteenth floor. She raced to the stairwell and then flew up the stairs in the blink of an eye. As she stepped out of the stairwell, she saw him step out of the elevator. When he looked down the hall and saw her standing there he blinked in surprise. He blinked again when she suddenly appeared next to him, staring at him. "Julian," she whispered. The man stepped back and shook his head. "I'm sorry no," he said. "My name's Kyle. I'm sorry, but you have me mistaken for someone else." When he attempted to leave she reached out and stopped him with the lightest touch. She wasn't wrong, she couldn't be wrong when he had the same scent the same eyes, Julian's eyes. Then she heard it, the quick beating of his heart, then the quick intake of breath from mild fear. Her Julian never feared her. "I'm sorry," she said and dropped her hand. "I thought..." then he turned to her fully. The sadness in her eyes was what made him look again at her. When she realized he wasn't who she was looking for he saw the blanket of that sadness just shudder down and snap her eyes shut. "Hey," he said getting her attention. "Why not come with me? I'll buy you a drink." Deloria opened her eyes and looked at him. Questions raced through her mind as to how this man could be so much like her Julian. Then she remembered who and where she was. She smiled sweetly at him. "Thank you." He led her back into the elevator then pushed the lobby button. "Can I ask a question?" he said as he turned to look at her again. "Yes." "Who was Julian?" She stared for a moment as to how he would know that Julian was gone. "It's was in your eyes," he said as she continued to be silent. "The way you suddenly looked so sad. It was the only answer." "He was my husband. He's been gone so long that it surprised me to see you. You could be him, you look so much alike," she said. "I'm sorry," Kyle said and touched her shoulder briefly. The touch jolted her. Again she was hit with the familiar touch. His hand the same weight and strength. She nearly moaned in despair. Kyle led her to the nearest bar and ordered two drinks. "Do you want to talk about it?" he asked. She waited until after their drinks were served then looked at him again. It was nearly painful just to look in his eyes. "I don't understand how you could look exactly like him," she said. "And I don't mean to offend you but you even touch me as he did." "You must have loved him very deeply," Kyle said. "How long has it been?" "Oh more years then I could even tell you." She chuckled a little at that. If only he really knew. "Well it couldn't have been that long, you can't be more then twenty-two," he said with a smile. Again Deloria chuckled, "Oh I'm much older than that, but thank you." He touched her hand and she peered at him through her lashes. "Can I say you are the most beautiful woman I've ever met?" "Thank you," she said as she sipped her drink. "No really," he said, "Do you work around here?" "No, I live here now." "Do you always stay out this late?" "Oh I am a night person. I sleep during the day." She felt a need to draw him closer, to taste him and see if he tasted like Julian as well. Though she possessed the power to influence men, she didn't want to use it on this man. She wanted to see if he could be drawn to her without her powers, if he would be attracted to her naturally. Kyle wondered about her deep endless stare. It was as if she was trying to read his mind. But from the moment she stepped in front of the elevator, her beauty staggered him. Her hair was so red, he wondered if she was touched by the sun. Her eyes so blue, it was if the sky resided there. "So tell me something," he said at length. "How did you get up to my floor so fast?" She smiled. "I took the stairs," she said and chuckled at his expression. Clearly the feet had impressed him. Though it was one she was used to, having speed was something she enjoyed when she wanted to feel her power. But she only used it when she needed to feed. In truth she hadn't fed on humans for more than four hundred years after a particularly sticky situation when she'd fed off an English lord. "How did you get up so fast, I mean it was fifteen floors, did you run?" he asked. He wanted to lean in and see if she smelled as good as she looked. "As a matter of fact I did," Deloria said. For some reason she wanted to impress him. She wanted to just be a woman for the first time in all her seven hundred years. "So tell me what you're doing here in Las Vegas Kyle." "Oh just a lecture I was forced to attend," Kyle said as he sipped his drink. "Hmm," she said and leaned in closer, "Do tell." Her scent surrounded him, his mind clouded as he breathed it in. It was like she was exuding the scent of freesia from her pours. It was impossible not to take a deep breath of it. Unconsciously he leaned in to do just that. Deloria felt the power in her rise to his reaction to her. But she banked it. Yes, she wanted to feel this age old power of just being a woman, one that she wanted to possess and use as she did her other powers. Slowly she reached out with her hand and traced the veins on the back of his hand. "So what kind of lecture was it? Your hands don't say that you sit in an office," she said as she trailed her fingers up to his wrist. "Uh," he had to swallow or his tongue would fall out. "No. I'm a scientist." "Oh," she said and sipped her drink with no real thirst for it. But she was quickly feeling a thirst for something else entirely. "And what kind of scientist are you?" "Human genomes and DNA structure," he provided. She had removed her hand and he found that he was sorry for it. "You don't look like a scientist," Deloria observed. "You look more like you should be on a stage. Romancing the women in the audience, having them lusting for you." Kyle squirmed a little under her description. He wasn't sure if it embarrassed him or thrilled him. "I have a good, strong blood line. We've all been blessed with strong features and good looks." "And what bloodline is that Kyle?" she asked. "Is that your way of trying to get to know me better?" Deloria smiled. "You figured me out already. You must be exceptionally intelligent." "I'll just say that I've had women make passes at me before, but never with your kind of style." She hummed a little at that and moved in closer. His eyes, oh his eyes, she just wanted to wrap herself around him. It was hard, unbearably hard to look at him and not think of Julian. He saw it, that change in her eyes as she looked at him. She was thinking of her lost husband. He didn't know if he felt it as an insult or praise that she would focus on him so much. Well it may have been the way he looked that drew her to him, but he would make it so that she was attracted to him for his traits. "So tell me," Deloria said as she stayed close to him, "Where are you from?" "Oh," he said trying to remember. "Pennsylvania..." he started but stopped when she laughed. "No. I mean where did your family line start?" "Oh," Kyle said with a chuckle. "Actually I did a genealogy on my family about three years ago. Just curious as to where my roots started myself. I was able to trace it all the back to the early thirteen hundreds." Deloria stiffened, and then she looked in his eyes as she asked the question that suddenly popped into her mind. "Italy?" Kyle frowned a bit at how accurate she was with her guess. But when he saw the look in her eyes, he knew she hadn't guessed at all. "How did you know that?" She shook her head and just looked deeply into his eyes. "Please finish your story Kyle." He was tempted to press her for the answer, but the way she held herself spoke of the need to hear him out. "Alright," he said, and then sat back. "I was able to find a man by the name of Christian Evan Corvisa. He was born in a small village outside what is now known as Milan." Deloria stared, stunned, as he continued unaware that she had stiffened. Her breathing came slowly to mask her emotions. 'Christian, Julian's younger cousin.' She remembered he was so sweet and kind. Always willing to come and see them in the taverns at night, blissfully unaware of their lifelessness. She had loved to see him try out his cousins smooth tongue on the bar maids. "What is it?" Kyle asked her as he looked to see tears in her eyes. Deloria blinked them away and smiled. "You sound so pleased at having found family," she said gently and meant it. Though she was lost in her own thoughts she had heard the excitement, and joy at reliving his findings with her. And the tears she felt had been of some surprise and pleasure as well for her at having found a descendent of her beloved Julian. She smiled at Kyle and leaned in to place a chaste kiss on his cheek. "What was that for?" Kyle asked as he touched her hand. "For the pleasure of it," Deloria answered. "Well then," Kyle said and moved closer to her. "In that case," he leaned in and kissed her cheek as well. Deloria hummed in pleasure at his sweetness. He made her smile as he traced a finger down her cheek to her neck, his fingers unknowingly tracing circles as if Julian's bite mark had still been there. Then amazingly, she shivered. Kyle would think later that it had to been the drink he had as they sat there nuzzling each other, enchanted by each other. "Come and kiss me Kyle," she whispered in his ear, her voice sounding almost desperate for a taste of him. So he turned his lips from her cheek to her lips. He had only an instant to realize that she had moved her hands to his hair, to feel her fingers tangle and grip him closer to her. As his lips brushed hers, she leaned in closer still. She wanted to feel him pressed to her, to feel his hands race over her again and again. She knew that he would bring her passion to the surface with the lightest of touch, the simplest of wishes. She also knew that he was her Julian, reborn, and she had found him never really believing that she would hold him again. Saving Deloria Ch. 01 She slowly pulled away from him to see his eyes. They had clouded and were filled with passion and lust. It did her ego good to know that he would react to her as a normal woman. But then she remembered that she was not normal, she was very nearly ancient. She also remembered that he was not her Julian, but a man of his own right. 'What would he be like in this life?' she wondered. "What's wrong?" Kyle asked. He had felt her melt against him and he couldn't shake the feeling that even before their lips touched that she would, that she would tremble if he touched her neck in a specific spot. To test the feeling he reached up and touched her neck right where the long ago bite mark had been and she trembled. Deloria looked into his eyes and Kyle could swear he saw them change from her bright green to nearly a silvery gray. "Who are you?" he asked quietly. She knew he was asking for more than just her name, more than just her life here, but for who and what she really was. "How can I answer you, and have you think I am not insane?" "Is it such a complicated question?" "For me it is. I wonder how flexible your mind is?" she asked as she tilted her head to see him better. "As a scientist, would you even believe the fantastic?" "Now you have me intrigued." He looked at their drinks and noticed that they had barely touched them. He signaled the bartender. When he walked over he asked, "Can we take this up to the room?" "Sure," the bartender said, "Would you like me to charge it to your room number?" "That's fine thanks," Kyle said and slid a generous tip across the bar along with his tab and room number. The bartender smiled as they stood and walked out with their drinks. Kyle led her back to the elevators and pushed the button. When he turned back to look at her he saw a slight smile touching her lips. "What?" he asked. "I was thinking that I followed you here and now we are going to your room to talk, and all of it because I thought I saw Julian." She lightly laughed at it, "It seems strange even to me." "Maybe it seems a little strange, but I hope that we will overcome it. Do you want to go somewhere else instead? I don't want you to feel uncomfortable." 'He was so sweet,' she thought. To think with all her power that he could make her feel uncomfortable over anything. But of course he didn't know the magnitude of her power, yet. "I will be fine with you Kyle," she stepped closer and pressed her body flush to his. When his free hand came around her waist she hummed in pleasure. "I know that you won't be too forward." Kyle wasn't sure if it was a compliment or something else as she pressed herself more firmly against him. He could feel his body reacting to her, his heart pumping hard, heat was rising in his body, and his manhood starting to fill with excitement. He brought his drink up to try and quench some of the dryness that suddenly sprang into his throat. Then he asked the question that had popped into his mind, "Are you trying to seduce me Deloria?" Deloria leaned her head in closer and, "I hope that if I was seducing you, that you wouldn't have to ask." She giggled a little as he stared into her eyes. Again the urge to use her powers over men had snaked back into her mind. But no, she wanted to see him respond and think about her. "Somehow I believe you," he said as he continued to watch her. The door chimed as they reached his floor. He led her out with his hand in the small of her back, his thumb lightly running up and down her spine. The gesture and feeling was exactly as Julian used to do, and it nearly brought her to tears. The feeling of being protected and cherished had come back with such force, that she had to concentrate on not stopping the walk to his room. He stopped and pulled out his key card and he gave a sweeping motion with his arm and bowed. "Our destination waits," he said with a mock English accent. She laughed as she stepped into the room. He was clearly trying to keep the mood light and inviting. And it was uniquely his own. But as the door closed and she turned to him, her thoughts scattered. He moved with such style, no stepped wasted, and she felt her mouth start to water. She knew they would have to talk, was fairly certain that he would be scared of her afterwards. But this moment, this second, she wanted him. His body, his thoughts, everything he would give to her. Kyle saw the change in her eyes. He was suddenly hyper aware of her scent. She moved in close to him and took his glass from him. He watched as she placed them on the table that was just inside the door. She grabbed his shirt in a tight grip and started pulling him further into the room. The bed dominated the room in the middle but left room to move as needed. He thought she was being honest when she said he wouldn't need to guess if she was seducing him, but now he saw she was serious. He saw the hunger, the need and the lust that was swirling in her eyes. He didn't know what he did to encourage it, but he wasn't going to stop it. Deloria didn't stop when they reached the bed, simply turned and sat him down. As he watched, she reached up and untied her wrap. It slithered silkily down to the floor, and he could see now that her dress had revealed more skin then the wrap had allowed to be seen. The neckline bared her cleavage enticingly, the hemline stopped just below the knee, but had a slit seem that bared her leg to the middle of her thigh. Kyles mouth watered as he reached out to touch her. But she stepped back so his hand stopped just barely an inch from feeling that softness. When he looked up he saw she was playing with him. In a quick move that she didn't see coming he whipped out his arms and wrapped them around her waist. He pulled her closer then turned and flipped her onto the bed then covered her with his body. When he looked down at her she was laughing. "You are faster than you look Kyle," she said between breaths. As she calmed she could see the lust in his eyes. Knowing that he felt that of his own free will was intoxicating. She reached up and touched his cheek. "Come kiss me Kyle," she said again. He couldn't resist, not that he wanted to. So he leaned down and brushed her lips lightly with his. Then as she responded with more fever he started using his hands. He ran them down her arms and teased her fingers with his. Her skin felt so cool and silky under his touch. His kiss grew bold and he traced her lips with his tongue, seeking entrance. She opened for him and he slipped inside to taste her for the first time. But somewhere he knew before the first sumptuous taste that she would taste as exotic as passion fruit. She moaned at the first touch of his tongue to hers. Her body relaxed and melted under his as he teased and tasted her. When her arms wrapped around his neck he felt enveloped in her. Then it was all speed. Her hands quickly opening his shirt and tugging it off, his hands going to her zipper and pulling it down. As they fought to bare that next precious inch of flesh they touched and explored and learned each other. Seeing what caused a gasp, a moan, a tremble from each of them. Once they were both free of clothing, Kyle helped her up to the pillows. As he leaned back he took the time to look at her body. Her face, though already slightly pale, had sheen, making her seem to glow. Her breasts tipped with a caramel colored areola and nipples that had hardened in anticipation. Her red hair fanned out over the white pillows, giving her the look of fire and ice. As he looked it was his as if his hands had to follow the same path as his eyes. He touched her with gentle fingers tracing the lines of her face and arms. He then cupped her breasts, hearing her sharp gasp was immensely satisfying. A woman as beautiful as Deloria and here she is in his bed, writhing under his touch. It couldn't get any better. Deloria had to concentrate on taking even breaths. Kyle's touch made new and amazing feelings rush through her. Yes she remembered Julian, but Kyle...mmmm... Kyle's hands were very thorough. She trembled as his hands molded and teased her breasts, then he plucked her nipples and they hardened and strained to feel it again. When he leaned down and took one into his mouth she felt as though she had become heated from the inside out. Never before had she felt warmth and heat. She had been cold for so long, both in her skin and in her heart, that it was shocking and erotic to feel it. Kyle couldn't stop himself; he wanted to possess her, to claim her as his. It didn't understand the need, didn't question either. But he knew he had to have her. When he pulled her nipple into his mouth and sucked hard on it he heard her moan of desire. His cock twitched at the sound. He wanted to bury himself in her, take her for hours, days. Then do it all over again. When he lightly bit down on her nipple she jerked in his arms and he felt her hands go to his hair and grip it tight. The slight pain spurred him on. He moved on to her other breast and treated it with equal thoroughness. When he had her to a point of moaning at his every touched he moved on. His hands went down and he traced circles on her bellybutton then teased her hips with his tongue and teeth. Deloria couldn't remember the last time a man had her so ready for lovemaking. She could feel her pussy leaking and soaking the sheets under her. If he didn't do something with her soon she would be forced to take things into her own hands. Then he did as she silently demanded and his hands went to her legs and spread them to allow him access to his prize. She accommodated him and spread them wider. Kyle shifted and lay between her legs. He looked up to watch her reaction as he traced her lower lips with his fingers, eyes slightly closed in anticipation and desire. She was so wet and ready for him and it his finger easily slipped inside. Her mouth form and "O" and she moaned loudly. His cock already hard and needy throbbed with lust. He leaned down and used his tongue to taste her juices. She began to thrust her hips up to meet him. His ego was shot up another as she began to talk sexy nonsense. "Kyle," she moaned out. "More...please." He treated her to a second finger inside her increasingly wet pussy. He thrust them in and wiggled around. When he found her "g" spot she cried out and he felt her come on his hand. Quickly he went down, pulled out his fingers, and sealed his mouth over her cunt. He thrust his tongue into her pussy and kept her orgasm going for a full three minutes. When she calmed down he moved back above her. His cock so hard it was nearly painful, but he waited until she opened her eyes. As he looked into her lustful gaze he teased himself in the folds of her wet lips. As she watched him, he slid slowly into her. The head of his cock just barely inside her and he saw her gaze change, the silver becoming deeper. Deloria never wanted someone the way she wanted Kyle at this moment. But he seemed intent on going slowly. She felt her pussy stretch as he entered her so slow that it was pure torture. "Kyle," she moaned out as she felt his cock head finally touch inside her. "Oh please Kyle. Faster!!!" "No," he answered in a growl. He eased another inch inside her, his pace just as torturous to him as her. She grabbed his hair and pulled his face up to look in her eyes. "Why? I need you inside me, now!" "I am," he groaned as he felt another slick inch slide inside her. "All of you now Kyle," she lifted her hips to try and do as she wanted, but he anticipated her and moved back as she moved up and frustrated her. "I said no," he teased and reached down to tease her clit. "I wanted to feel every single inch of you inside, and I want you to feel every single inch of you as I possess you." His words aroused her as much as his fingers teasing her clit. Bolts of electricity shot through her, making her trembling triple. Now that she knew his motives she acquiesced to them. Besides, the way he felt inching in slowly wetted her appetite even as it wetted her pussy. He was right; she could feel every inch of him as he entered her, every vain as he throbbed inside her. She had underestimated his strength of will. The control he must be using right now would have to be straining him. Finally he was in to his completely, his balls touching her cunt lips, he stilled as he soaked in the feeling of being completely surrounded be her tunnel. When he looked in her eyes he saw reverence and pleasure swimming in them. Her hands had long since stopped gripping his hair but instead had begun massaging and thrilling his neck. They moved down and ran over his shoulders. Deloria pulled him down to her. She wanted to feel his entire body touching hers. When he came flush with her she was overwhelmed with a sense of total completeness. He filled that part of her that she thought would never be again. His skin was slick with his excursion over his control. Then he began to move. He felt her pussy gripping tight to his cock. He very nearly cursed with the sensations she built inside him. She was perfectly fit to him. He never felt like he was supposed to be with this woman, that she was meant to be his. Every move she made was magic, perfect for him. Deloria was rapidly losing her resolve on letting him have his way. His cock filling her over and over made her want to roll him over and ride him with all her speed, to feel him cum inside her. She wrapped her arms around him, felt his skin slip and slide over hers. He was as intoxicating inside her as the endless and numerous times she had taken blood from countless people. Her moans grew in strength and vocals. Soon she was begging for him. "Kyle, please. I need you more, faster, please." Just hearing her pleas, was motivation to do as she asked. "Deloria," he groaned out as he picked up his pace. Seeing her lost in him, hearing his name on her lips was more than he could have imagined. Quickly he leaned back and pulled her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist and he was sitting with her grinding down as he plowed into her. "God you feel amazing," he said as he helped lift her faster onto his cock. He was so close, but he wanted her screaming his name, begging for his cum inside her. Deloria never felt so wanted, never felt like she was meant to be exactly where she was. And she had never in her long life felt so out of control, never felt as though she was about to use words that would express what she wanted. She never did use curse words during sex, and she knew now that all it was, was sex before this. This was complete and total ownership of body and soul that she felt with Kyle, only once before had she felt this and she felt it again now with Kyle. Kyle was rapidly losing all sense of reality. It wasn't possible she was real, to feel he wrapped like a vine around him. Her moans and erotic pleas were something out of dream. Then she was saying something that brought him out of his stupor with a bang. "Kyle," she said as she brought his face up to look at her. "I need you to fuck me Kyle. Please," she pulled away from him and turned. Slowly she got up on her hands and knees and seductively wiggled her ass at him. "Please," she said again with a wild lust in her eyes. Kyle lost it. He came up behind, and with his eyes on hers he aimed his cock at her pussy and slammed into her. The satisfaction he was in her eyes thrilled him, motivated him to continue slamming into her harder and harder. He felt her wall tightening around his cock and he loved it. She was creaming out her passion. "Yes!!! More Kyle!! Harder!!" He complied and fucked her harder, faster. He reached around her hips and played her clit like a string, making her scream again. But it wasn't enough. "Say my name again Deloria," he demanded as his tortured her with his cock and hands. "Kyle," she moaned. "No, scream it. Over and over," he demanded as his pulled hard on her clit. "Now Deloria!" he said as he slammed into her pussy hard. He was going to lose his battle with his cock, the need to cum building to a point of no return. "KYLE!!!" she screamed came in a rush over his cock. Pulsing and throbbing as she pushed back onto him. Kyle growled as his jerked forward and buried his cock in her. His cum blasted out of him and into her. His cock jerked and pulsed inside her as he felt her walls clamp around him. Over and over he filled her with his cum until he felt it dripping out over his balls. Deloria slipped down to the bed, and Kyle went down with her. He didn't want to lose this connection with her. Slowly his cock receded and slipped out of her. They rolled and she snuggled in tight to him as they spooned. Kyle wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in even tighter. How was it possible that he had just met her, and couldn't remember ever being this blissful after? Deloria purred deep in her throat as she felt him fully pressed to her. She knew she could never be without him. Then the weight of it hit her. She couldn't keep him if she didn't turn him, but didn't want to turn him. He deserved to live a life outside if the darkness, which meant she couldn't be with him. The pain of it hit her like a rock in the heart, and tears sprang quickly and ran down her cheeks. Kyle felt her change, felt something break between them. He didn't understand what had happened, and he felt her trembling start. When he tried to turn her she resisted. He tried again with more force until he was able to see her. He was thrown when he saw the tears. "Talk to me," he said gently as he pushed the hair out of her eyes. "I..." how could she tell him what was in her mind? "Deloria," he said as he sat up and pulled her up and into his arms. "I can't help if you don't tell me what I did wrong." "Oh no," she said as she pulled back in shock. "You did nothing wrong Kyle." She looked down at his chest in shame. She should never had touched him, should never had fell into his bed so wantonly. Because now she wanted him, not as to him being her Julian reborn, but for who he is, and who he is deserved more than her or her world. "Then what is it?" "I should never have done this," she whispered. "Do you regret being with me?" he asked, his heart pounding against his ribs. He didn't know if he could take it if she did. But he would let her go if she wished it. Again she looked up in shock. Damn she kept making this worse. "No Kyle," she said as she touched his cheek. "I can't regret this, and I never will. But I know you don't understand me. I mean that I can't stay with you. And I did this, was so into being with you that I didn't think about that." "Stay anyway," he said. A sense of desperation filled him. He found and was determined to keep her. But he felt and knew something was off, that there was a truth, her truth that was between them. "Talk to me. Tell me what's going on." When she didn't answer he turned her so that she was straddling him again as she was when she was riding his cock. The feeling stirred him but he tamped it down. He needed her to tell him what was in her mind. Deloria relented to being molded against him once again. "I wanted you, and you wanted me. But I will have to leave, and where I'm going you can't follow." "Why?" She looked at him and knew that he would have to know to understand. She leaned back to he could see more clearly, and changed her eyes. They shifted from her natural deep blue to a deep dark grey, then to the red of her blood hunger, and back to blue. Kyle watched stunned. "It's a trick of the light. Your feelings are high." "Then what about this?" she asked and let her fangs grow to their full length. Kyle jerked back and held her arms tightly as he watched them grow then retreat. Saving Deloria Ch. 01 "That's not possible," he denied and effectively sliced her soul. She pealed his hands from her arms and stood. She moved to her clothes and began to dress. "What are you doing?" he asked as he stood behind her. "Leaving," she said curtly. "Don't," he said and stopped her from getting her shoes. "Why? She said and spun around on him. When he jerked back again the pain was more than she could bear. "Even now you are afraid of me." "I'm not," he said quickly, "I'm stunned. And you're fast." She eyed him warily. "It doesn't matter anyway. I can't be with you. You don't know what this life is like." He stepped up to her again and touched her shoulders. He rubbed at the tension he felt there. Had that been there this whole time? He wondered. He couldn't imagine the strength she had not to do what must be instinct. "Why didn't you take from me?" he asked. She looked up at him, very nearly insulted. But she saw he didn't mean to. "I wanted you to want me for me. Not because of what I could do. I never want to influence you that way." "Can't you tell me more about what it is that you can do?" the scientist in him was fascinated in what he just witnessed. But more he felt that if he could get her to talk to him about it all then he could get her to stay. "Here, let me get dressed and I'll call room service. I don't know about you but after our love making I am famished." He didn't know if it was possible for her but he swore he could see a faint blush touch her cheeks. "Well I can eat, but it's not what I would normally need. But I am fine." She added the last when she saw the light of interest hit his eyes. Her gaze wandered down and sure as anything his cock was responding to his thoughts. That was amazing to her. The fact that he saw, and now knew what she was didn't repulse him. In fact he looked as if he wanted her again, and it showed in his straining cock. "Um... Kyle," she said and dragged her eyes back up his body. But as she didn't knew it was a mistake as she saw his chest rising with his breathless intakes of air and the pounding of his pulse in his neck. She smelled his arousal rising as he reached out for her. "Deloria," he said as he stepped closer and ran his hands down and back up her arms. He moaned at the feel of her trembling again. He reached behind her and pulled down the zipper to her dress and slowly slid it off her body. "I thought you were hungry," she said as his hands tortured her skin. When he squeezed her ass, she moaned and leaned into him. "I am," he said and nuzzled her neck. His tongue traced the spot of her bite and shivered as he knew she would. "I'm hungry for only you Deloria." She melted at the words. He owned her, and she was foolish to think that she could leave him. "Make love to me Kyle," she said and giggled as picked her up in his arms. "Your wish is my command," he said and proceeded to do so. He kissed her deep and lovingly. His hands roamed over her body. Her nipples beaconed for his touch. He squeezed and molded her breasts, reveled in her moans. He left her lips to lick and suck at her neck. He was biting her in the same spot as her bite mark, drawing her skin into his mouth. And she lost it and she came, her orgasm fast and unexpected filled her and left her wanting more. "Oh god Kyle," she moaned as she floated back down to the bed. "Again," he said as he trailed his hands down to her hips. He slid one hand between her legs and she opened for him. He traced his fingers along her slit and felt how wet she had become from her climax. He circled her clit as he continued to kiss and lick her neck. As her breaths became shorter and jerkier, he knew she was close again. He returned to her lips just as he pushed his finger inside her and she came again on his hand. He plunged into her again and again keeping her orgasm going. When he inserted another finger she blasted again over the top. He kept her coming for three more orgasms and two more fingers inside her. Then he left her lips and moved down to taste her again. For as long as she lived she had never felt anyone give her so much pleasure just from their touch. When his tongue touched her pussy she screamed out her next orgasm. Kyle worked her with his mouth, never letting up, never letting her orgasm die fully. She tasted so sweet and musky and he could eat her forever. Her taste would always be with him. When he brought her to peak again he drank in her essence. Moving quickly he climbed back up her body and let her taste herself on his lips. "Mmmm... you know how to make a girl go crazy Kyle," she said into his mouth. She kissed him hard and long as he teased her tongue with his. "I need to give you pleasure Deloria," he said back. He flicked her clit with the tip of his cock until her hips were leaning up to take him in. "Love me Kyle," she moaned out. She felt him still and she regretted letting her feelings out so soon. When she opened her eyes he was looking at her with such an intent expression she was sure she had just ruined everything. Kyle nudged her hair aside so he could see her clearly. As he moved his hips, he eased into her, watching her eyes widen in pleasure and surprise. "My dear Deloria," he said as he filled her to his entire length. "Don't you understand yet? You had me the moment you stepped in front of me at the elevator. That my heart was yours at the first touch of your lips to my cheek in the bar." The tears started heedlessly at his statement and she clutched him close has he made slow sweet love to her. His body and soul tuned to hers, as she turned her head to receive his kiss. As slowly as he loved her body, he loved her lips. Showing her he wasn't going anywhere and that neither was she. His hands ran over her slowly, arousing her to a glow rather than the heated passion they had already shared. Deloria wrapped her arms and legs around him like wings, holding him tightly to her as he slipped and slid inside her and over her. He pushed up on his hands so he could watch her. "Go over for me honey," he told her, I want you to cum for me, and I wanted to see what I do to you." A moment later she did as he asked. Her orgasm washed over her like a gentle wave, sweeping her up and over then releasing her to his hold. Her face so full of utter bliss sent him over his own edge and he filled her with his cum. "I love the feel of your cum in me," she whispered. "I love the way you cum for me," he agreed and nuzzled her bite mark. "How do you know that spot makes me tingle?" "It does more than make you tingle," he said confidently. "Well yes," she giggled, "But how do you know?" "I'm not sure. I just do. Tell me why it is," he said as he stroked and cuddled her. "It's where Julian bit me, to turn me," she answered. The truth of her history was hers to give, and she knew he would accept it. Kyle moved back to look at her. He could never have guessed what telling all would do to her. But she would tell him everything he wanted to know. She should have known that she would when she first saw him. He was her soul mate. "I should have known it was something like that," he only slightly wondered why he had so readily accepted her for what she was. Maybe it was the scientist in him, but he felt that it was more than that. She was the one that he had always known he would find. "You're not frightened of me," she said as she looked at him. "No," he said and smiled at her. "I'll never be frightened by anything about you or from you. I love you," he said and leaned down to take her lips. "What do we do now?" she asked him. "Do you own a house here?" he asked in answer. "Yes." "Then I guess I'm moving in with you here." "What?" "Did I whisper?" he teased. "No, but..." she was unsure of herself for the first time in centuries. "Don't you want me with you?" "I do," she said and sat up. "But don't you think that you would need your job, your life at home." "My job I can do anywhere," he said and pulled her to him as he sat up with her. "My life began when you came to me." "Oh Kyle," she cried as she kissed him. "But you don't have to do that." When he was about to protest she touched her fingers to his lips. "My reason is that I will go with you. I'm tired of Vegas. It holds no secrets for me any longer." "Then you will find new secrets with me in New York." "Which part of New York?" "The upper counties, closer to the Canadian border," he told her. "I look forward to it." "Now about the meal," he said and laid her back against the pillows. "Mmmm," she said as he seemed to have no control over not touching her. "I'll order and you stay here," he told her. He lifted the phone by the bed and played with her hair as he ordered enough food for them both. After he hung up he looked at her, slowly he lay down next to her and started kissing her tenderly. "You are so different from anyone I've known," she said. "I'll take that as a compliment," he said as he continued to nuzzle. "You're a cuddler," she giggled. "I suppose I am," he chuckled along with her. A knock sounded at the door and he pulled the blanket over her. He grabbed the robe form the bathroom and headed to the door. As he answered he was greeted by a smiling young man who couldn't be more than 18. "Would you like me to set this up for you sir?" he asked as he held the tray up for him. Kyle looked over his shoulder to Deloria and she nodded. "Sure," he answered and opened the door for him to enter. When the server walked in he nearly bobbled the tray when he saw Deloria sitting with just the blanket covering her. Her face shown with her sexual haze and there was no mistaking what they had been up to here. The server coughed and quickly set up the tray with his usual finesse and made for the door to give them their privacy. "Wait," Deloria said quickly. When the server turned she looked at Kyle and he nodded to her. He moved to his slacks that were still crumpled on the floor and plucked his wallet out of the pocket. He moved over to the young man and winked at him as he handed him a healthy tip. As he closed the door he saw the young server sneak one more glance at Deloria, and he couldn't blame him. When he turned to look himself it was like looking at a fiery wonton angel that was ready for more. He swallowed hard and deliberately went to the food first. If he didn't east something he would never last the night. And he had more plans for her that would take them clear through the morning. He wiggled his finger for her to come over and she moved the blanket away from her naked body and seductively walked to him. As he sat, she turned and sat on his lap. "You know this will only distract us from eating right?" he asked as he placed his hand on her knee. "Maybe it would you, but I don't need food to sustain me," she said as she teased him with a smile. Then she lifted the tray lid herself. Seeing the range of fruit, she selected a plump watermelon and slid it across his lips. "Open," she said. When he did she slid in the melon and watched as he bit it in half. She knew how those teeth felt as they bite down and it sent a shiver through her imagining it. "I want to see you eat," he said as he plucked a moist strawberry from the tray. She complied and took the bite he fed her. "Mmmm," she said as the fruit slide over her tongue, "Sweet." Kyle's cock hardened at the noises she made. As she felt it she wiggled her ass on him. They enjoyed the rest of the food, using it as a seduction tool for both of them. Through the night they talked and planned for her move to New York as well as pleasuring each other. As they drifted off with the sun light rising in the desert sky Deloria thought that her destiny was approaching and she knew she would be able to tell him about his own past. As she heard his slight snore she chuckled. It had been a long time since she slept with anyone for longer that it took to feed. The sun made her skin crawl a bit as she knew it was higher in the sky. She didn't need sleep, so just enjoyed listening to his deep even breathing. She slowly moved to stand. As she turned as he mumbled in his sleep and settled down. Her curiosity rose as looked towards the window. She had tested herself before, could never stand the pain of the sun for more than a few seconds. But she wondered now that she knew love again, would she be able to stand it, to be able to be with him in the light. Gently she took the draw string for the drapes, stood slightly to the side and opened it enough to let in a shaft of light. She slowly brought up her arm. She looked at her hand and then reached for the light. For a moment as the sun touched her skin she thought that she was right. But then pain started and built, taking only a few seconds longer than she remembered to begin to smoke her skin. Her scream of pain brought Kyle out of his deep sleep. He jerked up and looked to see her arm smoking fast and the sun beating on her. He jumped out of bed and drew the drapes closed. She collapsed to the floor and he grabbed her shoulders. "What did you do?" he said in a panic. Her eyes lifted to him and the red was back. Quickly he picked her up and ran to the bathroom. Turning on the water as cold as he could get it he carried her into the shower. When the cold water hit her burned arm she squealed and tried to get away. "No," he said and held her as tight as he could. In her position she didn't have enough strength to get out of his grasp. He was certain that if she was on her feet she would have knocked him through the wall. He cuddled her close and whispered encouragement. "Let it work honey," he told her, "It will stop the burn form going deeper." She began to calm and the water was pulling the sting out of her arm. "I'm sorry. I thought it would work. I though now that I love I would be able to stand in the sun." "So you test it without waiting for me?" he said angrily. She looked at him and saw the righteous fury in his eyes. Stunned she said nothing. "I'm the scientist," he said had he put her feet on the tiled floor. He turned and shut off the water. Then he grabbed a towel and roughly wrapped it around her. Briskly he rubbed the water from her body then he took her back into the room and took her arm to look at it. Before his eyes he watched as the burn healed and receded, not so much a pink stain on her skin showing anything had happened. "Amazing," he whispered. He looked into her eyes and became angry all over again as he saw that they had calmed down to their normal blue. He gripped her shoulders a slightly shook her. "Don't you ever do anything like that again!" he yelled at her. "Do you know what that did to me!?" Deloria sat in shock. No one had ever raised their voice to her, let alone touched her in anger. She didn't like it. Her eyes turned their dark grey as her own anger rose. "Take your hands off me Kyle," she growled. Kyle saw the change, and ignored it. "You need to understand it's not just you anymore. You're with me now. When you do something like this you risk me losing you. I won't let you do this kind of stunt again, not without proper testing." The swirling stopped in her eyes as she did understand. She didn't stop to think of the ramifications if she had gotten trapped in the sunlight. But his quick actions had stopped any of that to happen. She reached up and touched his cheek. "I'm sorry. I didn't think. I was just feeling, needing to see if was could share the light. How can you want to be with me when something as simple as that we could never do together?" "Deloria," he said on a sigh. He sat and pulled her into his lap. "It may be simple to you, but for me all I need, all I want is you. So we can't take walks in the sun light," he tipped her chin up to look into his eyes. "So we'll take walks in the moonlight instead. Personally I look forward to taking a moonlit skinny dip with you. There's a lake that is only a few miles away from my house. I can already see you glowing in the water." "You forgive easily Kyle," she said and kissed his cheek. "It helps to know that you're just as sorry for your lapse in judgment as I was angry over it." She nudged his shoulder in mock insult then couldn't help the laugh as it bubbles out of her. "Now that I'm up and awake," he said and turned her to straddle him. "I would think that you have had enough of that kind of wakefulness considering the fact that we had each had multiple orgasms." "Darling there is no enough where you're concerned. I feel like a teenager again, and have the stamina to match." "Remind me sometime to tell you about my special talents," she said as she leaned back and remove the towel. "Right now I want what you are doing to me." "Then take me," she said and reach up to pull him down for a fiery kiss. He rolled and pinned her with his body. His hands rushed over her. Nearly bruising as he took from her. "Yes," she hissed as he moved down and took her breasts into his hands and then bit into her nipples. "Take everything Kyle." "I will," he promised. He rolled and lifted her above him. "Take what I give," he told her and lowered her onto his rock hard cock. Her moan of pleasure bolstered his ego and fed his lust. "Ride me Deloria," and at the moment his lust burst he shouted what he wanted, "Fuck me." And she did. She gripped his shoulders and used him for leverage and rode him for all she was worth. She felt him straining to hold onto his control, to get her to cum for him, but she had a surprise for him. With her vampire strength she gripped his cock tight inside her and pulse around him until his eyes looked up in shocked lust. "Oh god you keep that up I won't be able to hold back," he warned her. "Did I ask for you to," she said and did it again. He groaned and flipped her over. He slammed into her hard and fast she continued to squeeze him in her tight sheath. His growled out as he came deep inside her triggering her orgasm and having her cry out in pleasure. Kyle dropped down to her and she wrapped her arms around him. "You're mine Deloria," he whispered and kissed her bite mark. She nuzzled his neck as well, "Yes." "We leave tonight," he said and lifted to see her eyes, "You're not spending one day here without me." "Yes," she said and smiled. "I'll have my service pack everything and put my house on the market." He smiled and took her lips in his. Tomorrow was going to be very eventful.