0 comments/ 37368 views/ 2 favorites Vampire Seduction By: August Never The day fades into extinction and cold darkness resumes it's claim on the sleeping city. A brisk, steely October wind whips through the brittle leaves in the trees, making shadows jump and dance on the bedroom wall. On an antique four-poster bed, bathed in the moonlight, lies a young woman. She has been stripped naked, her limbs stretched taut and bound to each post with black silk. Her long red hair spills outward onto the pillows around her. She is in a deep but restless sleep, drugged by her abductors and left alone as a simple offering for His coming. The heavy curtains shudder slightly, then become still again. A cool mist creeps into the room, wafting through an open window and flowing like a heavy fog along the hardwood floor. The sleeping woman becomes restless. Tendrils of the gray fog wrap around the four-poster bed. The woman moans quietly as it creeps over the satin sheets and embraces her naked flesh with its soft caresses. She begins to squirm slowly, seductively wriggling her body as she alternately pulls on the silk bindings constraining her arms, and then her legs, only allowing the captive a certain freedom of movement, while forcing her to remain hopelessly spread-eagled on the bed. Then the mist pulls away, as quickly as it had entered. The floor creaks, and in the far corner of the room the dark shape of a man appears. He stands motionless, while taking in his surroundings. He is a remote, majestic figure, shrouded in a long black cloak hanging loosely off his broad shoulders. His black hair swept straight back, and his unblinking eyes sparkle with hideous life. Moving toward the dresser, he passes one hand over an unlit candle and it sparks to life. The candlelight seems to flow through his body and there is no reflection of him in the dresser mirror. The dark figure glides silently across the room and stops at the foot of the bed. The young woman cries out softly, knowingly. She is aware of his presence, even in the depths of her slumber. He studies her form -- the soft swells of her young breasts, the blush in her cheeks, the hair splayed out on the pillow. She is warm and so, so full of life. His servants have chosen well with this one. His hard eyes draw downward to the neatly trimmed mound between her open legs. Two desires began to burn within him, one ancient, the other ageless. He raises his arms and allows the cloak to fall behind his shoulders. He is completely nude. His body is lean but not sparse, his muscles are powerful yet sensual. Taking a deep breath, he slowly rises from the floor. The young woman's breathing becomes irregular, gasping as if she were trying to wake herself up. The black cloak flutters wildly behind him as he glides like a feather over the bed, their bodies almost touching, his long shaft fully erect. The woman turns her head from side to side, her wrists twisting helplessly within the silk bindings that imprison them. He gazes into her eyes, and presently she grows calm, her fears chased away and replaced with deadened sleep. And something else -- a longing that has been buried deep within the darkest recesses of her soul. He slides his hand across her breasts, she shivers from his ice-cold touch, her nipples become taut and erect. He lowers himself upon her, relishing the warmth of her young body. She beckons him with a hot sigh. The wind outside howls like someone screaming in pain, the curtains in the window snap violently, but the woman is unaware, lost in her own dreams. Her full lips part in a smile. In her mind's eye, she is in the arms of a magnificent warrior in glittering armor and burgundy robes, the man he once was, so many centuries ago, before his Becoming. Slowly he takes possession of her, nibbling the soft flesh at the base of her breasts, kissing the smooth contours of her ribs, before dropping gracefully into the opening between her legs. Taking a firm grip on her hips, he rolls his long tongue into a stiff round appendage and penetrates her with it. Her squirming increases in intensity as he continues his assault on her wet dripping folds. Then he stops, and gazes down at the soft muscles of her inner thigh, eyes fixed, as though he were in a trance. He bares his fangs for the first time, they are long and streaked with yellow. In less than a moment, he quickly moves and bites down hard into her thigh. The young woman cries out and writhes helplessly on the bed. Blood trickles, his eyes glow as he indulges in her taste, then he releases her. His tongue travels up her breast, then up her neck and to her mouth. She looks deeply into his eyes for the first time, seeing nothing but the fire within them. His fangs extended, their tongues dance and she tastes her own salty blood on him. Tracing the contours of her body with his hands, he kisses her, then with one quick thrust, forces himself inside her. The woman cries out passionately, struggling weakly with her bondage, not in an effort to escape the intrusion, but only with the desire to embrace her lover. He works his massive organ deep within, jerking her body back and forth. She rubs her thighs against his and pushes her breasts up to him invitingly. He reaches up to touch her soft neck in a gentle caress. Leaning closely, he puts his lips against the warm, inviting flesh. His cold breath excites her and she rolls her head to accommodate him. The woman's thoughts cry out to him. Take me, my Lord! He stares directly into her eyes, full of terror and desire, his fingers wrapped around her throat as he answers... You are already mine. Then he hisses and sinks his long fangs into her soft, pulsing neck. A low moan escapes her lips. He drinks hungrily, feeling the woman struggle silently beneath him, her eyes begging for release as he slowly drains the life out of her body. A thin line of blood trickles down from his mouth and falls in tiny droplets onto the satin sheet. For a few moments the woman fights against, and for his powerful grasp, then relaxes, her heart beats once... twice and then remains still. He lifts his head from her swollen neck and continues to pump his cock deeper and deeper into her limp, lifeless body, violating her even after death. He presses his chest against her still-erect nipples and feels the warmth in her slipping away. Then one final trust until the earthly need within him is satisfied. Then August slowly rises and unties the silk bindings from the young Woman's wrists and ankles, looking down with pity at the body sprawled on the bed like an unwanted rag doll that has been tossed aside. Her pale eyes look up at him as if begging to take her with him. He stands back, and holds the dead woman's gaze for another long moment, then disappears into the mist as it slides out of the room. Vampire Seduction I was drawn from a deep sleep by my wife, Sarah, as my heavy eyes tried to pull me into reality. "What? What?" I managed woozily. My wife's nudging stopped and she said, "Someone's pounding on the door." I glanced at the clock, the only light in the pitch-black bedroom. "It's 2:30 in the fucking morning," I hissed in aggravation. "See who it is, but don't let them in unless we know them," she stammered nervously. "I don't like this; this isn't right." "Okay, don't worry, I'll take care of it." I walked slowly to the front door and turned on the porch light. Peeking through the small windows of my front door I saw a man and a woman standing in silence. The man was pale. He stood about six feet tall, was slender, and looked to be in his early thirties - about my age. He wore a dark buttoned shirt and dark pants. His black eyes seemed to burn straight through my soul. The woman was shorter, about 5' 2", with a sexy, shapely body. She could not be any more than 19 or 20. Her long golden blonde hair seemed dark against her unnaturally fair skin. She wore a sheer silk negligee, and was obviously not wearing a bra. Adding to my nervousness about the situation was the fact that her eyes were closed tight. The mysterious man spoke, "Open the door." I was about to call out a threat to call the police, but I found myself unlocking the door. My body was working against its will, but my mind could not fight it. My wife approached behind me, and in a frightened voice she blurted, "What are you doing? Who are these people?" I wanted to speak but I could not. Sensing danger, Sarah began to sob in fear as the strangers entered our house. The man stood behind me and put his hands on my shoulders, almost in a fatherly way. I could not move. But strangely enough my mind seemed at peace. Against all logic, I was not afraid of these people; rather I welcomed them there and was willing to let them do whatever they wanted. The young woman slowly approached my wife. Sarah was backing away from the woman toward the bedroom and screaming in horror. My mind was peaceful. Whatever spell these dark figures put on me was not shared with her. A cold breath tickled my ear as the man leaned in to whisper, "Watch as your fantasies come true." The blonde woman stepped out her silk garment revealing two full, perfect breasts with pink nipples and a beautiful shaved pussy. My wife's steps ended as she backed into the wall. Her tears and sobbing intensified as the naked woman effortlessly ripped Sarah's shirt off revealing her smooth skin and small, yet firm breasts. The mysterious woman touched my wife's breasts and leaned in as if to kiss her. "Watch and be pleased," the cold voice cooed in my ear. I was shocked to realize that despite the horrible scene unfolding before my eyes, my cock was rock hard and straining against my shorts. Instead of kissing her, the woman bit down on my wife's neck. I could hear faint sucking sounds as a single streak of blood inched its way down Sarah's shoulder. My wife began to calm as the woman moaned with pleasure at her feast. After about a minute of sipping my wife's blood, the woman led Sarah to the bed. Sarah seemed lost, as if she were paralyzed. Her eyes glazed as her skin began to pale somewhat. The woman lay Sarah down on the bed and removed my wife's panties. Sarah was now fully nude as I witnessed the woman make her way between my wife's legs. The woman stroked Sarah's shaved pussy and pulled apart the pink lips almost as if to show me. However, she was showing the strange man. The woman grinned and began to suck my wife's pussy with fervor. Her mouth engulfed Sarah's clit as I could tell this woman's tongue was all the way inside. Sarah began to moan in ecstasy, as she seemed to awaken from a trance that the woman's bite had put on her. "I know how you long to see your wife make love to another woman, but that's not your true fantasy," the cold voice intoned into my ear. "We both know what you truly crave." Still frozen in place, I felt the man's hand brush across the front of my shorts. He stepped even closer to me and I could feel his hard cock press against my ass. The mysterious man was correct. I had fantasized about touching and tasting another man many times, but I was too frightened to ever try it. I came close once, but chickened out. My wife, being somewhat conservative, would probably have left me if I had admitted this to her, so I always kept this secret to myself. But the nervousness I felt before was gone. All my inhibitions vanished and I wanted this strange, scary man more than anything else in the world. I had to taste him and, even more, I needed to drink his cum. The man led me to the other side of the king-size bed. My wife continued to moan with pleasure as the woman worked her pussy. The man sat in front of me and I could feel some control return to my body. I leaned over and pressed my lips against his. They were rigid at first but seemed to soften as my tongue passed into his mouth. My tongue explored his and I could feel two unusually long and sharp teeth slowly grow as our kiss became more heated. I pulled away and knelt down in front of him. As I began to unbuckle his belt I could feel his hips inch closer to me as he invited what was about to happen. I unbuttoned his pants and breathed hard as his stiff, beautiful cock stood tall in front of me. "Yes, that's it. Do what you have always wanted," the man's voiced whispered to me. I drew close to his cock. I had never been with a man before, but I knew exactly what I wanted to do. I teased his penis with the tip of my tongue, drawing lines up and down the shaft. The man threw his head back in ecstasy and let out a guttural moan as I explored his manhood. I small drop of precum pooled at the tip of his cock, and I swirled my tongue in it and took it into my mouth desperate to taste his juices. After a few minutes of exploration, I opened my mouth slightly and allowed his nine-inch shaft to slowly enter. I gagged slightly at first, but quickly became comfortable. I only allowed his cock to fuck my lips like and o-ring in order to continue the teasing. But I needed to taste him, and could not hold out any longer. I let my mouth collapse around his cock and my tongue began to massage his shaft. The man moaned loudly in pleasure as I worked him as fully as I could. I bathed his cock with my mouth completely and swallowed frequently desperate to take him in. After several minutes of deep cocksucking, I felt him fuck my mouth. I knew what was about to happen and almost begged for it. I retracted some of his cock from my mouth and used my tongue and lips to work the head of his penis as my hand stroked the base. I was working him so passionately that sounds of my sucking mouth filled the room. Suddenly the man roared like a beast and his dam broke loose. I felt the first jet of his hot cum slap the back of my throat. The second and third burst filled my cheeks and I began to swallow his load like I was dying of thirst. His cock splashed more cum into my mouth and I greedily swallowed it all. I continued to suck on his cock after he stopped cumming, but the man pushed me away and I fell to the floor in a heap of pure sexual ecstasy and exhaustion. My cock was aching with pleasure and I needed sweet release. The man stood up and buckled his pants. He pulled me up by my arm and lay me on the bed. I looked over to the lesbian scene next to me and discovered that the women had switched positions. While my wife was still on her back in the same position, the woman was now straddling Sarah's face. Sarah was lapping and sucking on the woman's pussy with great enthusiasm. Being with another woman was something my wife swore she would never do, but it seemed like the powers of the mysterious woman overcame Sarah's inhibitions. I felt my shorts being tugged down. The man had freed my cock and it was standing straight up, aching to be relieved. The man bent over me and took my entire length into his mouth and sucked with purpose. I had never had a blowjob like this. No woman could ever come close to reproducing what I was feeling. He knew exactly where to tease me and how to maximize the sensation. I looked down and saw a dark head of hair bobbing up and down on my tool. I could not hold out very long. I wanted to warn him that I was about to cum, but I could not speak. The feeling of pure pleasure paralyzed me. Sensing I was on the edge of ejaculating, the man pulled away from my cock. He looked at me with those piercing black eyes and stroked with a fast tempo. Just as I began to shoot my load he lunged at my neck and bit down with force. He stroked my cock perfectly in rhythm with the waves of cum bursting forth. It seemed that every downstroke forced me to cum harder and to shoot farther than I had ever before. Streams of cum painted my chest and his hands. As I continued cumming for what seemed like an unnaturally long time I felt him sucking on my neck. It didn't hurt at all. In fact, I think my unnaturally powerful orgasm was brought on by his bite. He withdrew from my neck. My blood streaked the sides of his mouth as he licked my cum from his hand almost like a dessert. I glanced over at my wife and the woman and they were satisfying each other with a bloody kiss. It seemed that the woman had allowed my wife to feast on her neck, and Sarah was now hers. The man reached his cum-soaked hand down to me and said, "Walk with us and know these pleasures for an eternity." I took his hand. Vampire Seduction Walking down the deserted alley she felt a sense of impending doom overcome her. The voice of reason came through loud and clear, she needed to find her way back to the crowd immediately. One of the main things she remembered being told was to never venture off on your own here. Running a trembling hand through her long hair nervously, she glanced around knowing she was completely lost. With that knowledge her heart began to race wildly and she had the overwhelming feeling that eyes were watching her. Forcing her feet to move she tried to console herself that it was just the fear of being lost that was causing such a strange sensation. From the shadows he watched her with a smirk finding his handsome face. He could take her at any moment but the thrill of watching her anticipation build as he played tricks on her mind was very enjoyable to him. He enjoyed these games with the weaker race it almost made the hunt tempting. He watched the lovely woman walk down another side road and smiled at the confusion on her face. She had walked in a circle for the last half hour and the blood racing through her veins as the fear consumed her was too much of a temptation to resist any longer. Lowering to the ground he lounged against the brick wall of a decaying building and pulled her attention to him. He knew there was no other option in her thoughts about turning to him for help. Even as her mind warned her that a man in a deserted alley could be much more of a threat than being lost, she was desperate for assistance. A slow grin moved over his chiseled features as she moved toward him wearily. "I w-was wondering if you could help m-me," her voice cracked as she stared up into his cold gray eyes. There was something off about this man but she couldn't put her finger on what it was exactly. He was dressed with impeccable style, the clothing he wore definitely seemed to be designer. Maybe that was it, she thought, he was overdressed for a night in the Quarter. The way his eyes moved over her body had her thinking about flight and she looked behind her wondering where exactly she was going to run to. "You seem to have lost your way," his smiled warmed as he considered the ways he would use her. She could only stare at the sound of his voice. The accent was English but not with the normal inflection she was used to hearing. Something about his voice calmed her and she felt a strange warmth move through her body that left her trembling in a different way. "Lost," she said the word in confusion not really sure what she had been worried about earlier. Holding out his hand, he knew exactly what was going through her mind and it pleased him greatly. How easy these humans were to control he thought as he felt her hand slide into his trusting him. How foolish she was to trust a monster, sighing at the ease in which he had overwhelmed his prey. Walking down the road the scent of her filling his nostrils he fought for control until he could have her all to himself without the possible interruption of other humans. For a brief moment he considered taking what was his due there in the street knowing that a passerby would just mean more sustenance for him should they cross his path. Had he not been craving more than just a feeding this night he would have succumbed to that urge. Walking up the stairs to his home he led her inside without any struggle on her part. The entire building belonged to him and the only inhabitants were other vampires that stopped by on their travels, so their time together would not be disturbed. He kept control over her mind until he led into his bedroom, knowing it would be much easier to erase her thoughts of just one room if he chose to let her live after she pleasured him. As the spell dissolved he watched the horror wash over her beautiful features. "Where h-have you brought me?" Glancing around wildly her eyes sought escape. She didn't remember walking out of that alley and definitely couldn't recall following him into this room. Panic moved through her body as the overwhelming hint of danger surrounded her thoughts. With slow graceful moves of his long legs he walked toward the huge four-poster bed and removed his jacket before sitting down. "Where you are is of no concern, how you leave this room should be utmost in your thoughts." The words were spoken quietly but he saw by the widening of her beautiful emerald eyes that she read the underlying threat beneath his tone. "W-what do you w-want from me," crossing her arms over her chest she knew that whatever he had in mind was not going to be pleasant judging from the look that found his face. "On the contrary my dear, I do believe you will find everything that happens in this room tonight to be pleasurable," a smirk covered his face as her eyes widened even more. She knew the words she thought had not been spoken aloud and if she hadn't spoken them he had read her mind. "W-what are y-you?" She truly didn't want to know at this point and turned toward the door. As the door slammed shut and the locks moved in place without him moving to make it happen her breath caught in pure terror. Turning back to him she felt a strange sense of unreality and couldn't speak. He remained as still as a statue on the bed and the fear of his immobility was just as terrifying as if he had thrown her across the room. "I w-want to l-leave," the panic that filled every fiber of her being had her lips trembling and her knees shaking. This just wasn't happening, she told herself even as she was faced with the reality before her own eyes. "You are free to leave if you please me," his hands rested on either side of his body as he watched the fear cross her features. He could have simply controlled her mind, demanding she fulfill his needs but it was so much more enjoyable watching her confusion. She stood there for long minutes considering her options. The window wasn't that far, maybe she could make it before he had time to reach it. As the curtains closed she gasped again, knowing he had read her thoughts. "P-please," she pleaded softly her eyes lowering knowing she wasn't going to leave this place without his permission now. Tears slipped down her cheeks as the realization of just how vulnerable she was at this moment overwhelmed her. For a brief moment he took pity on her. "When you have pleasured me I will allow you to return home," how hopeless it must feel to be a human he allowed, before his baser instincts took over again. "Undress", he demanded not liking that the human emotion had dared find its way in his form. His words shocked her and she shook her head no instinctively. She never allowed anyone to have control, she spent her entire life fighting to be that woman that was in charge of her own destiny. Her hands fell to her sides as if they were pulled by a force unseen and she stared at him completely shocked. As the buttons of her silk shirt slowly came undone without the aid of fingers, she felt a wave of fear that was so strong her knees gave way. Before she could reach the floor his arms were lifting her and placing her on the bed. She could only stare up at him in shock as he stared down upon the exposed flesh only covered by thin lacy material of her brassiere. Strangely a wave of pleasure moved through her entire being as his eyes roamed over her drinking in the sight. With an unexpected tenderness his hands spread the long length of her hair over the pillows, seeming to enjoy the portrait he was creating. His fingers lightly caressed from her jaw down across the soft skin of her neck and without thought she arched up for more. Closing her eyes the sensation of his touch filled her mind even more, almost to the point where her body ached for more than just the simple touch. His cool hand slid underneath her neck and lifted her to a sitting position and her eyes opened quickly. As she stared up into his beautiful face she noted the long incisors that had not been their previously. It wasn't possible of course, her mind screamed, vampires didn't exist in her world. As his cool lips kissed the line of her jaw she no longer cared, the pleasure was enrapturing. Arching her neck back she gave his mouth greater access. Her heart raced for another reason outside of fear now as his tongue lightly trailed a path down her neck. The whimper that escaped her lips was as foreign to her as wanting this beautiful stranger was. At the sharp sting of pain, her body tensed not sure why the fantasy had suddenly turned so dark and dangerous. His lips pressed against her neck as he suckled the deep crimson of her bouquet. Aware of her pain he took over her mind filling her thoughts with the ways he would pleasure her body. As the tension left her form he continued to drink her in. Her body writhed against him begging for a release. His free hand moved down her body to lift her skirt until his fingers slid under the silken scrap of lace to touch her velvety softness. Her passion flooded over his fingers and another need fueled his desires. Licking the wounds closed he quickly stood off the bed divesting himself of his clothing. Moving back to her with a speed that defied normal physics he removed her skirt and the scrap of lace just as quickly. Laying back on the bed he pulled her over him giving her mind little time to react to what she was about to do. "Find your release," he demanded softly as her trembling thighs parted and she embedded herself fully on his large staff. The overwhelming desire consumed her as she abandoned herself to the pleasure of their bodies joining. Tossing her head back in ecstasy she continued to ride him with only the thought of fulfillment. Closing her eyes she allowed every sensation of his strong body beneath her to flow over her. Soft sounds of pleasure escaped her lips as release hovered just beyond her reach. His hands gripped her softly rounded hips urging her on and he smiled as he glanced at her perfect body caught in the throes of passion. As her body came undone she screamed out loudly every muscle in her body tensing as complete fulfillment consumed her. Turning her over quickly, he drove into her softness with a few long thrusts until he was spent. For long moments he remained seated fully inside of her, enjoying the aftermath of their pleasure. When he felt his weight was too much, he rolled over pulling her with him. Giving her time to calm her racing heart he stroked her hair with a tenderness he had not shown in a hundred years. Knowing what needed to be done he cursed his vampire nature. Reaching into her thoughts he removed all memories of what had been shared in his room tonight. Dressing her quickly, before he decided to keep her indefinitely, he reached into her mind and retrieved the address of her home. He gave one last longing look down at the beautiful woman so peaceful in the induced sleep and reminded himself that he had given her a promise. Lifting her form into his arms he walked outside and quickly took off into the night sky. Finding her residence with ease he found her bedroom and placed her on the bed with tenderness. Whispering his thanks for her gift into her ear he paused only briefly to glance back at her as he stood on the balcony. He would visit her again some night, he vowed to himself as he flew off into the moonlight. Vampire Seduction Vampire Seduction * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (6 min/mp3) * * * * * Vampire Seduction Ch. 01 Kate nudged the door close with her hip and kicked off her worn court shoes, struggling all the while with several bags of groceries in her arms. "Is that you, missy?" the gravely voice was barely audible above the blaring of the television coming from the living room. Kate sighed as she moved toward the voice. "Hi, pa," she said softly, leaning over the back of the sofa to briefly kiss the greying hair. Her father never turned from where he slouched on the sofa, his eyes fixed on the TV where a re-run game of football was being televised. The smell of liquor, stale cigarettes and unwashed flesh was overpowering in the stuffy room. "Coming home all hours, what must the neighbours think?" her father grumbled. "That I've just finished work, pa," she replied heavily, heading toward the kitchen with the groceries. Everything seemed to be an effort, unpacking the groceries, opening the cupboard, making room in the fridge. She hadn't been sleeping well lately, her uneasy slumber filled with dreams vivid and disturbing in their intensity. "I see it in their eyes. The Maguire girl can't keep her legs shut, the filthy slut. Just like her mother." "What boys, pa?" she asked tiredly, wondering why she bothered. It was the same each night. Between working to support her father and herself, she had little time for boys. Other girls her age were out partying and dating, acting the carefree eighteen year-olds that they were. She could barely remember her mother, who died when she was just two. She had only one photo of her mother that Kate had salvaged the night her father, in a drunken rage, had burned them all in an attempt to purge the memory of the woman who had finally escaped him in death. She had hidden it from her father ever since, taping it under her chest of drawers and only taking it out when he was passed out or asleep. Even now she could recall the faded image of the beautiful woman with long golden hair and soft creamy skin gazing over her shoulder at the camera with sad dark blue eyes. She ignored the rest of her father's mutterings as she finished unpacking the groceries. She was too tired to eat, and just wanted a hot shower and to crawl into her soft bed. She made her way back through the living room to the hall. "Night, pa," she called on her way, but it fell on deaf ears. Her father never turned his head from the television. She climbed the steps tiredly. The hot water was a blessing as she stood beneath its spray, letting it beat down on the crown of her head and shoulders as she leaned her forehead against the cool tiles. She watched the rivulets run down over the small thrust of her breasts, the tender swell of her belly and down between her thighs before winding around the drain. She closed her eyes, feeling the tension wash away as she slowly lathered her body with soap. "Kate." The back of her neck prickled, and her hands stopped where they gently soaped between her thighs. "Go away," she whispered, knowing the deep husky voice to be a taunting illusion. She had been haunted by it for weeks, a soft caressing whisper that hit low in the belly, making her yearn for something she didn't understand. "Katalina." Only when she was tired or at her weakest did she hear him while she was awake. She had told no one, instinctively knowing she wasn't crazy, yet unable to explain why she felt this way. "Please..." Goose pimples rose on the smooth skin of her shoulder, as though lips had gently brushed her there. "Just go away." Wasn't it enough that he filled her dreams, weaving a sensual spell around her aching inexperienced body? She waited several moments before breathing a sigh of relief when only the pressure of the water could be heard in the tiny bathroom. She let the water to stream over her, washing away the last of the scented bubbles clinging to her soft skin. She turned off the taps and reached for a white fluffy towel and slowly dried herself, dabbing at her moist skin, before quickly running the hair dryer over her long golden waves to take away their dampness. She pulled on a large oversized T-shirt that reached mid-thigh and a pair of white cotton panties before padding silently down the dark hallway to her tiny corner room overlooking the small garden. A blissful sigh escaped her as sunk into the welcoming warmth of her bed, letting sleep overtake her. She moaned in her sleep as the cool hand slid up her thigh, a thumb teasing the soft inner flesh as it came to rest mere inches from her panties. She imagined she felt the bed shift, a cool hand brushing back the soft tendrils from the side of her neck as he leaned over her to breath in the scent of her skin. "You smell like violets," he whispered as his mouth gently closed over her lobe. She moaned, unable to resist him in her dreams, turning her head as her mouth sought his. She whimpered as his lips settled softly over hers. The kiss was tender, gentle. Her arms slipped up over his shoulders, drawing him closer, loving the feel of her breasts crushed against his solid chest. She arched, her body quivering as his hand slipped up under her shirt to cup her warm breast, a thumb brushing over the taut peak. "Oh." She was jolted awake as the alarm pierced through her skull, and she flung out her arm, her fingers instinctively hitting the off button. She lay there a moment, her heart racing, her body throbbing. Her dreams were getting more vivid, more intense, and she felt as though she had barely slept a wink. She groaned as she crawled out of bed, feeling far from refreshed. ~*~ When she got home from work that evening her father was glued to the television with the empty container of his frozen microwave meal left lying on the floor. She would clean up tomorrow, she promised herself as headed up the stairs, unbuttoning her uniform as she went. As she showered her mind played over work that day, grimacing as she remembered how that old woman had yelled at her for accidentally running an item twice through the scanner, and earning her a glower from the floor supervisor. She crawled into bed, unable to find her top and not bothering to get out a clean one as she gloried in the softness of her bed. Her eyes had barely closed before sleep overcame her. She felt as though her whole body was on fire, her breasts, between her thighs. He had returned, she had known he would, his mesmerising green eyes, dark and mysterious, drinking in the sight of her. He always came to her naked, his body like sculpted marble, the almost translucent skin cool beneath her fingers. The first time she had dared allow her eyes travel down over the tapering V of his chest and the narrow hips to the thick, heavy penis that lay like a serpent against his thigh, she had blushed, her shyness present even in her dreams. He had chuckled then, capturing her lips in a kiss as he gently wrapped her unresisting hand around its pulsing length. Now she was familiar with the body of her dream lover, no longer shy as he moved over her, crushing her breasts against his chest as he pinned her to the bed. His mouth closed over the sensitive skin of her neck, sucking and nibbling and sending quivers between her thighs. She moaned as his sharp teeth scraped her as he raised her hands above her head. He left them there, his fingers lightly tracing down the underside of her arms, brushing the sides of her breasts and down over her hips to hook under the lace trim of her panties. She lifted her hips, urging him on. Never before had he dared remove her panties, never even so much as delved beneath the thin material to discover the melting heart of her. She panted as he tugged the material down, peeling it back from her damp flesh with a slowness that drove her almost crazy. "Oh, please..." she gasped, wanting to feel his fingers touching her wet pussy with an intensity that was overwhelming. "Exquisite," he breathed, planting a kiss low on her belly as he slowly revealed the golden tuft to his all seeing gaze. She moaned as he drew the panties down between her thighs, over her knees and ankles with a deliberateness that was agonising, before dropping them on the floor. "Open to me," he breathed against her belly, and her thighs fell apart with a willingness that should have shocked her. Her body arched with frustration as his fingers lightly traced the crease of her inner thigh where it met the rest of her body, his breath stirring the tight curls that afforded her mound little protection against invaders. Her fingers curled around the edge of her pillow as a finger caressed the valley of her plump lips back and forth, dragging a moan from deep inside of her. "Please," she gasped, her head tipping back as his gently peeled apart her pouting lips, blowing on her glistening wetness. Her whole body almost imploded at the sweet torment, needing, wanting, craving more. "Oh, god," she cried as his cool tongue flicked her pink nub, swollen and damp. She knew this was a dream, one she never wanted it to end. Shivers racked her as his tongue swirled in her slick channel, driving her to the point of madness. Her body writhed beneath the knowing exploration, her legs scissoring on the bed. She gasped as his finger probed at her dewy gated, seeking admittance into her welcoming body, sliding up into her hot, clutching tightness. "Don't stop," she breathed as her body stretched around the invading digit as it forced itself deep inside her pussy. She heard his groan as she instinctively clenched around the small spear, his tongue circling her throbbing nub. She screamed in fright as her door banged open, quickly sitting up on the bed, her blue eyes blinking as they adjusted to the light falling across her bed. Her heavy set father stood filling the doorframe, the light from the hallway behind him, casting his face in shadow. With a gasp she realised she was naked, and she swiftly slid from the bed, praying the darkness covered most of her sins as she moved to slam the door shut. She leaned her forehead against the door, her heart racing, her body feverish with need, as she tried to gather her wits. "Slut!" The harsh whisper could be heard clearly through the thin timber. It was only when he finally turned away, his feet shuffling heavily down the hallway, that she realised she was holding her breath. ~*~ She fell warily into bed the following night after taking the sleeping pill the doctor had prescribed her. Desperate for sleep she had visited a walk-in clinic between shifts, and the doctor had prescribed the pills almost immediately, attributing her sleep troubles to stress and forgetting to eat. She didn't correct his assumptions. She left the bottle on her nightstand and turned off the lamp, pulling the bedcover up under her chin. It didn't take long for the pill to work, but she knew it wasn't falling asleep that was her problem. She felt as though she was enveloped in a white cloud, her body floating weightlessly in the hazy white fluffiness, miles and miles from anyone and anything. Her eyes flew open as pain shot through her, the sensation of twin needles piercing the skin of her neck screaming along her nerves. Her hand flew up, feeling the dampness there. The pain was immense, shaking the dregs of drugged sleep from her weary body with an abruptness that left her startled and wide awake. She sat up, taking a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. Leaning over, she fumbled for the switch of her bedside lamp. Even before the lamp flickered to life she knew she was alone. She sat there, unable to sleep. It was only as dawn came, light slowly filling the dark room, that she realised that her sleeping tablets were gone. She didn't return to the doctor that day, for she would have been unable to explain to him what had happened to her last lot of pills. At the back of her mind she tried to rationalise that it was her father that had taken them, but even if that possibility was true, it didn't explain the uneasiness that wouldn't leave her. ~*~ She forced herself to eat something for dinner that night, her body needing the sustenance even though the smell of food was enough to make her gag. The small amount of food she had been able to swallow sat like lead in her tummy when she went to bed later that night wearing a clean T-shirt and pink panties covered in rosebuds. She settled into bed, her body moist and aching as she drifted off to sleep, the friction of her shirt against her hard nipples sending shivers between her thighs. She moaned as his muscular thigh slid between her soft one, easing them apart as he settled over her, breathing in the soft womanly scent of her as his tongue swirled over the twin wounds on the side of her neck. She felt him then, throbbing and insistent against her hip, like a cool column of marble. "Do not defy me again," he commanded as his fingers cupped her face, his deep green eyes hypnotising in their allure as they gazed down into hers. She whimpered as his mouth crushed hers, slanting over her lips as he plundered her moist depths. She felt his fingers curling around the hem of her nightie, dragging the material up over the tops of her thighs and hips, exposing her panties to the cool night air. She moaned against his mouth as his large palm slid down to press against her heat, and she eased her thighs further apart. A gasp escaped her as she felt something nip her tongue, and she drew back against the pillow. Her eyes widened as she watched him savor the drop of blood, his green eyes dark and molten. She was unprepared for when his fingers gripped the leg of her panties, ripping the thin material to shreds, exposing her sparse golden thatch. Kate swallowed hard as he moved down over her sprawled body, his eyes holding hers as he spread her thighs wide apart. She knew she wouldn't stop him even if she were able to. She was slick with need, her pink flesh swollen, the blood thrumming between her thighs. A whimper escaped her as a finger lightly brushed the curls, teasing her. She moaned as his fingers parted her, exposing her secret pink flesh dewy with her need. Her whole body shuddered as without warning his finger slid up inside of her, stretching her. Soon another finger joined it there, softly caressing, exploring the tight sheath. Her head tipped back, panting gasps escaping her as her body opened to him. She gasped at the stinging sensation, her eyes widening in shock. She moaned as he withdrew from her, bringing the fingers to his mouth, watching her as he licked them with shocking greed. He cupped her buttocks, lifting her hips toward him and she felt his breath, hot and rapid on her aching flesh. She squirmed as his mouth settled over her dewy gate, her body writhing helplessly as he sucked on her greedily, his tongue unfurling in her tender channel, searching for every last drop of moisture. Her fingers tightened in his hair, feeling the ripples of ecstasy building in her pussy as his mouth kissed her intimately. She cried out when his mouth left her, gazing down at his burning eyes where he hovered between her spread thighs. "Soon, little one," he breathed. She woke up, her gaze sliding to her clock, and she gasped as she realised she had slept through her alarm. Scrambling out of bed, she made a dash to the bathroom. She passed her father on the way, nauseous at the leer in his eyes as they dropped deliberately to her breasts were they strained against the thinness of her T-Shirt. She quickly shut and locked the door behind her as she tried to catch her breath. ~*~ The shift seemed endless, the people a blur as they came through the checkout. It was as though she was standing outside of herself looking on. She had barely responded when her supervisor yelled at her for doing something wrong, lost in a dream-like state. That night when she got home, she kicked her heels off and paused at the entrance to the living room. Her father was there, and for once he turned his head to look at her. He stared at her, licking his lips as his eyes lewd travelled slowly over, taking in the thrust of her breasts against her uniform, the curve of her hips, the long legs beneath the short skirt. She simply turned and headed up the stairs to her room. Her nipples were hard and aching, as they had been all day, a constant reminder of the man who visited her dreams. She tugged off her tight uniform and soaked panties before climbing naked into bed, welcoming the sensual dreams that quickly overtook her. "Oh," she moaned, her body writhing beneath his, feeling a trickle of moisture between her thighs as his cool mouth closed over the tip of her breast, sucking its taut length deep into his mouth. She felt the tension coil low in her belly, her legs moving restlessly on the soft mattress. "Please," she urged. Her fingers closed over him, exploring the hardness of him, and he groaned against her. She cried out as she felt sharp teeth pierce her tender flesh just above her heart, the sucking of his mouth over the tiny wound sending jolts of ecstasy between her trembling thighs. She felt him harden impossibly under her hand, and a quiver raced through her at the thought of it sliding up into her tight pussy. She knew that this was only a dream, but it felt so real, her body alive with sensation. She was panting, arching beneath him, her breasts flushed with desire, her body trembling for his possession. Her small hands cupped his jaw, dragging his mouth down to hers in an urgent kiss. His hand slid between their bodies, curling around her mound, his thumb finding the swollen heart of her, causing havoc between her quivering thighs. She placed her smaller hand over his demandingly, holding it where she desperately craved him. Her body shuddered, her head spilling back, eyes closed, as he stroked her there. "You know what I am about to do?" he murmured. Kate felt a shiver race down her spine, her heart picking up speed. Slowly she nodded. His mouth slanted over hers as he moved over her, his thighs settling between hers. Her whole body stilled when she felt the tip of him prodding her, sliding through her slick heat until it came to rest against her dewy gate. She moaned as he eased the head of his shaft inside of her, spearing her tiny opening. She felt him slide up inside her, stretching her around him, her tight walls straining. She breathed a sigh of relief as he eased out of her, only to gasp as he thrust back inside of her. She clutched at his upper arms as her body arched against the pain of his invasion. "This shouldn't hurt," she whispered. "It's only a dream." "No, not a dream," he groaned as he sunk in her tight pussy to the hilt, forcing her walls to stretch almost to splitting point around him as he bumped against her cervix. "I have wanted you for too long for this to be a dream." She stiffened beneath him as the import of his words hit her. Thoughts raced through her mind: the missing panties, the bite marks, the missing pills. "It can't be..." She moaned as he drew out of her before driving back in forcefully, sending shivers of pain and ecstasy tumbling through her. Her muscles clenched instinctively around him, drawing a moan from him as she gripped her tight in her pussy. "Get - get off of me," she gasped, as he feathered kisses down her neck. She lay there panting beneath him, unable to move as he body tried to adjust the fullness of him deep inside of her, her nails digging into his arms. "Shh," he whispered, his breath teasing her breast as he eased out of her. "Don't fight me." The breath rushed from her lungs as thrust back into her moist heat, stretching her around the thick column of his shaft. "No," she whimpered, struggling, pushing at his chest, beating her fists against him. Even as her mind protested her body lay beneath his, stunned by the intensity of feeling radiating through her pussy as he began deep smooth strokes, pushing up deep inside her with each thrust. Vampire Seduction Ch. 01 "Yes," he ground out, increasing the urgency of his thrusts as he moved over her, inside of her. "I don't want this," she cried, little whimpers escaping her as her hips bucked against his, her control slipping. She felt the tension building as she pushed down on him, meeting his thrusting shaft, uncaring of the slight soreness at his possession. "You need me. This. You are mine, little one. Now and forever." She was moaning in time to his grunts, her head rolling side to side as his fingers delved between them, scraping across her clitoris. Her whole body clenched, poised on the edge of explosion, as he rammed into her. He touched her again, and again, and she cried out, feeling herself fall, waves and waves of sensation washing over her as she spent herself on him, her tight walls clutching him, drawing him in deep. His breathing was harsh as he tipped his head back, the cords in his neck straining as she milked his cock, tightening around him like a fist. He let out a cry as he surged into her, spurting hotly, filling her pussy with huge gushes with each thrust as he lost himself in her heat. She lay limp beneath him, trying to regain her breath. Reality came crashing in on her, and she squeezed her eyes shut. This was no dream, the feel of this man covering her, touching her deep inside, his breathing ragged. What had she done? What had she invited into her bed? She gasped as she felt his cool mouth close over the tip of her breast, the sharp teeth lightly piercing the sensitive skin. Pleasure quivered between her thighs as he lapped at her blood, his tongue swirling over her taut flesh. "Soon you will be mine, Katalina, body and soul, completely and forever," he whispered against her as she felt him harden pleasurably inside of her. Vampire Seduction Ch. 02 Kate worked slowly, stacking tins of peaches neatly on the shelves. Each movement made her conscious of the pull between her legs where the stranger had taken her, pushing his hard flesh deep inside. She worked in an aisle by herself, something for which she was grateful. She had been late to work, earning a blasting from the boss's son, and had to stay on after the end of her shift to make up the time. As much as she hated the job, the hours were good and she needed the money. And working nights meant she didn't have to go home and face her alcoholic father. She continued to work, fighting off feelings of disorientation and detachment. It was as though she were looking at everything through a thick cloud, making the world seem fuzzy and distanced. Yet the memory of him, of feeling him on top of her, moving inside of her, only seemed to grow in intensity. Her nipples tightened against the starchy cotton shirt with its tiny row buttons down the front, and a trickle of moisture seeped between her thighs. "Stop it," she told herself, squeezing her eyes shut. Her secret place seemed to pulse with a life and energy of its own, as though the mere thought of him turned her into a shameless wanton who craved nothing more than to spread her legs for the dark stranger. When she woke that morning, drowsy and disorientated, the scent of him enveloped her where she lay in a tangle of sheets. She had stared at herself in the mirror for an age as the horror of what had shared her dreams and bed dawned. Her shaky fingers had traced the tiny pin prick wounds on the side of her neck, over her heart and surrounding her tender nipple. Remembrance of the exquisite sensations surging through her as his teeth hand sunk into her flesh made her body clench. He was no dream but real, and what they had done was real. No longer could she believe he was a figment of her imagination, walking through her dreams and leaving her aching and breathless when she woke. He was intangible, yet real flesh and blood. Inescapable yet unexplainable. "Kate, stop day-dreaming, and get back to work!" Kate jumped, a can falling from her hand to plonk on the grey lino floor. She hadn't even heard Joe approach, she was so lost in thought. "You stupid idiot! Now we can't sell it at full price because you put a dent in it!" Kate picked up the can and put it back in the box, tuning out his rant. Joe used the fact that he was the boss's son to his every advantage, yet Kate knew it must goad him that none of the staff treated him with a ounce of respect that his father easily commanded. Joe was barely thirty but looked closer to forty. His belly hung over the belt that rode low on his hips, and his round face was pale and fleshy like uncooked dough. He had a watchful intensity about him that creeped out most of the girls that worked there, and they all avoided him as much as possible. She continued to pack the shelves, hoping that if she ignored him he would get the hint and go away. When she reached down to open a new carton, she realised he still stood there watching her, and her violet eyes flickered to his. A strange expression filled his face, as though he had never seen her before. Joe gazed at Kate in awe, wondering where the tired teenager hidden beneath masses of mousy blonde hair had gone. Her porcelain skin glowed as though moonlight danced over it, and her long blonde hair caught back in a pony tail gleamed like honey streaked with gold. Her uniform of white shirt and pleated navy skirt seemed to accentuate the curves of her bottom and hips and tiny waist as though it were cut from expensive cloth, and her perky breasts jiggled enticingly with her movements. Of their own accord, his fingers reached out, tucking a loose strand behind the shell of her ear. Unable to resist, he gently stroked the soft skin there. Katie flinched, pushing Joe's hand away. "What are you doing?" she demanded. He simply gazed back at her, unblinking, his fleshy lips slightly curved. Gross. "I have to go to the bathroom," she muttered, brushing past him. Fingers closed around her forearm, twisting her around to face him. She gazed at him in disbelief, her eyes lifting from her arm to his face. She tugged free of his grasp before turning and quickly making her way down the aisle. She felt as though eyes followed her every movement as she made her way to the staff restroom. Once she glanced up and caught sight of one of the storemen staring at her intently, that same dazed look in his eyes. When Kate reached the restroom, she closed the door behind her and took a deep, steadying breath. What was wrong with everyone? Was there a sign stuck to her forehead that read 'A stranger took my virginity, and I think he was a vampire?' With shaky fingers she withdrew a tube of lip gloss from her top pocket and applied it to her lips as she gazed at herself in the mirror. Two large violet eyes looked back at her, seeming to dominate her pale, heart-shaped face. Vampires didn't exist outside of books and movies, she told her reflection. He just had a fetish for blood. Some people like being tied up, others liked blood. Her hand slid up over her collar bone and touched the tiny marks on the side of her neck she had covered liberally with concealer that morning. Kate groaned to herself. She would have to be crazy to even entertain the idea, wouldn't she? Only she didn't think she was crazy. Unable to look at herself any longer, she capped the tube of lipgloss and turned. And with a squeak of surprise she bumped into what seemed like a brick wall. Two large hands captured her tiny waist and steadied her. A familiar heady masculine scent teased her nostrils. Kate struggled to free herself, but the hands only tightened on her waist. She felt the hard edge of the basin nudging against her bottom as she was wedged against it by the press of his firm body. "Good evening, Katalina," he murmured against her ear, his warm breath making her flesh goose pimple and her nipples tighten. "Leave me alone," she whispered, pushing against his chest. He brushed back a stray tendril and gently lifted her chin with a finger. Kate found herself looking up at him helplessly, the confusion dissolving into mist as desire surged through her. His eyes dropped to her mouth, and she moistened her lips nervously. Her heart thundered in her chest, and her legs trembled. "What do you want?" she breathed. Her nipples tingled where they brushed against his chest, and a pulse thrummed between her thighs. Her body ached for him, and she hated that he knew it. "Do I need to remind you?" His lips brushed softly against her mouth. "How - how did you get in here?" She asked, trying to distract herself from the memory of him surrounding her, moving inside of her. "You smell like violets." His lips caressed her brow, her cheeks. His hands slid up to capture her breasts, molding the tiny handfuls to the shape of his palms. Her knees buckled, and her fingers clutched at the lapels of his black jacket. "I - I don't even know your name," she choked out as his muscular thigh wedged itself between hers. She moaned as he pressed insistently against the dewy heat of her, helpless against the thrall he held her in. "Names hold power, little one," he murmured as his lips trailed over the side of her neck. "What reward will you give to me if I gave that power to you?" She felt as though his words were completely senseless, yet on some level entirely rational. Her lashes fluttered close as his teeth gently nipped her earlobe. She was overwhelmed by the closeness of him, of the power and dark sensuality he exuded. "What would you like?" she murmured breathlessly as he gently pinched her taut nipples. Her back arched at the answering tingles between her thighs. Had she really said that? His lips twitched as he tugged on her tender nipples, sending curls of sensation rioting in that melting part of her. "To ask me what I would like is to invite the devil to do his worst." "Are you the devil?" She was in awe of his magnificence and strength, drowning in the deep green pools of his eyes. Every instinct shouted 'beware', yet all she could think about was the feel of his hands toying with her nipples, generating a quivering heat between her thighs. He chuckled softly, drawing a finger down the side of her face. "Ah, no, little one. Disappointed?" She quickly shook her head, then bit her lip to prevent a moan escaping her as a hand slid down, squeezing her waist before shifting lower. "You may call me Lucian. Or Luc." One hand lifted the hem of her skirt and tucked it in her waistband, revealing her cotton bikini briefs to his interested gaze. "Luc." Her fingers splaying across his chest as it became suddenly hard to breath. Fingers massaged the soft flesh of her upper thigh, mere inches from her melting core. Luc's lips pressed against her ear. "You are exquisite, Katalina. You burn at my lightest touch, your young body consumed with desire." His thumb lightly stroked her damp panties, sending tingles racing across her skin. Kate felt she had to fight him. He had touched and caressed her while she dreamed, stealing her innocence and showing her the exquisite pleasure of his possession. Yet she was unable to focus on anything but the feel of his thumb lightly skating across her most intimate flesh. She whimpered as he slowly peeled her panties down, tugging them to her knees. Anticipation and fear melded as cool air swirled over the dewy heat of her secret place. "Luc," she murmured again. He kissed her. She clung to him as his tongue touched hers, her breasts crushed against his chest. A finger teased the entrance of her dewy gate, probing her, before sliding up inside. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he caressed her tight pussy walls until she was writhing on his hand. "Please..." she cried, feeling the tension coil unbearably between her thighs, her back arching. She whimpered as his mouth left hers, and before she had even opened her eyes she felt his finger ease from her body and her panties drawn up. She blinked up at him in disbelief, her desire quivering of the edge of release. Had he taken her up against the sink where anybody could have walked in and seen them, she wouldn't have been able to prevent. And she would have enjoyed every wicked moment. Yet he had stopped. She tried to calm her hectic breathing. "Why me?" she asked. She was a nobody who worked in a grocery store to try and support herself and her father. He gazed back at her for what seemed an age before he answered. "Your heritage calls to me, Katalina. It flows through your veins, centuries of power and magic, untapped." Kate's brows flew up, and she gazed at him incredulously, her hands gripping the basin behind her. Magic, like vampires, did not exist. "We are so not having this conversation." She tried to push past him, intent on escaping this lunacy. He caught her forearms, holding her prisoner. She gazed straight ahead, refusing to meet those mesmerising eyes that seemed to drain her of her all free thought. "You are not crazy, little one. Things are not what they seem." Hands cupped the sides of her neck as his thumbs tilted her chin back. The pulse fluttered at the base of her throat as she stared up at him. "Then what are they? What do you want from me?" She turned her face away as his head dipped, and his tongue licked a fiery path along her cheek. Helpless tears trembled on her lashes as his teeth nibbled on her lobe. Fingers gripped her chin, turning her face back to his. The expression in his eyes set off little fires between her thighs. She found herself imprisoned by his lightest touch, her resistance wavering as her secret place pulsed. "Who - are you?" she breathed. The moment his lips touched hers, the tangle of confusion and fear began to fade. Desire overwhelmed her as everything but the thought of him kissing her no longer seemed important. Luc's fingers curled around the nape of her of her neck as his mouth ground against hers, and she kissed him back. Her body melted against him, molding itself to his hardness. With each stab of his tongue she felt a corresponding throb between her thighs, as though tiny tongues of fire licked at her, consuming her. Yet a small part of her protested, grasping for some shred of sanity. He was using sex to manipulate her, and she had to find out why. She drew back, her tiny fists pushing weakly against his shoulders. "No." A small smile curving his lips. "Your power is strong against my lure. But then I knew this from the first moment I sensed you in my dreams." "You - this, its crazy. Leave me alone," she cried, and this time he let her go, his arms falling to his side. She inched around him in the small space of the restroom, careful not to touch him. "Do you not enjoy the things I do to your innocent little body?" he enquired, amused green eyes following her. "The way I lick and nibble your tender breasts, the way I fill the honeyed channel between your soft thighs, the-" "Stop it!" she cried, fighting back the sensations his words evoked. "What have you done to me?" Her hands searched and closed over the door handle behind her. She pulled it open and slipped through the narrow opening, intent on putting as much distance as possible between them. "You are mine, Katalina. The sooner you realise it and stop fighting me, the easier it will be on you." "Never!" she hissed over her shoulder. Luc's warm laughter followed her, doing odd things to parts of her that she wished would stop throbbing. ~*~ Kate leaned against the door when she finally got home close to midnight. Her shaky fingers turned the deadlock with resounding force. The action gave her little comfort though, because she knew a locked door would not keep Luc from her had it been his will. Magic and power. The words conjured up images of Harry Potter, and she laughed dryly to herself. She would know if she possessed some fantastic magical powers, wouldn't she? Katie shook her head. She was crazy to even contemplate the idea. Crossing the hallway, she paused in the doorway to the lounge. Disgust rolled through her at the sight of her father slumped on the sofa, a beer still clutched in his hand as his chest rose and fell as snores filled the room. "Pig. Why couldn't you be like other fathers?" she demanded of the unconscious bulk, but he didn't so much as stir. The smell of beer and cigarettes assailed her nostrils as she picked up empty cans and dirty food containers. She dumped them in the kitchen bin before heading upstairs to the seclusion of her room. Luc didn't come to her that night. She didn't know if what she felt was relief, so tangled were her emotions. Her sleep was uneasy, and what dreams she remembered upon waking were dark and sensual and full of him: of skin against skin, the play of muscles beneath her hands, of dark green eyes that seemed to burn through her. Kate wondered if she would ever be free of him and the effect he seemed to have on her. She was consumed by thoughts of him, her body ached for him. The words he had whispered in her ear as his hard body had possessed hers as he had stolen her virginity haunted her. "Soon you will be mine, Katalina. Body and soul, completely and forever." Had this been what he meant, that her every sleeping and waking moment would be tormented by thoughts of him? Kate moaned as she hurriedly dressed for work. She could no longer deny that while the mere thought of him terrified her, he reached out to touched something buried deep inside of her, setting it free. In the following days Kate often caught herself glancing about her as she worked, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. She knew she should be relieved that an insatiable sex fiend with a fetish for blood had left her alone, but she felt empty, as though a huge part of her was missing. Had he simply tired of her? And why did that thought trouble her so much? "Stop it, Kate," she told herself. She tried to force all thoughts of him out of her mind as she worked, checking the used-by dates on the bakery items. The hours dragged, and she was almost comatose with boredom when her dinner break finally arrived. She skirted past the frozen foods section as she headed for the staff room, and her steps slowed as she spied two women, barely a year or two older than Kate's eighteen. They appeared harmless, yet the tiny hairs on the back of her neck began to prickle. One woman giggled behind her hand as they strode toward Kate. She was petite with perfect features, like a tiny, exquisite Japanese doll. Her black hair was caught up in pigtails with furry pink scrunchies. They pair were dressed almost identically, with tight mid-drift tops and plaid pleated skirts with thick belts around their tiny hips and knee high boots. Some instinct warned her to run as the woman giggled again. She looked about her, but before she had blinked, the two girls surrounded her. Fear pulsed through Kate as she backed up against the long, low freezers that ran along the length of the aisle as hands reached out toward her. Pale fingers stroked her shirt and touched her hair curiously, and Kate slapped them away. "What do you want?" Kate demanded, truly frightened now. "Who they hell are you? Did Luc send you?" "I can smell him on her," the other women murmured, inching closer. Kate tried to ward them off with her hand, but slender fingers closed around her wrist in a crushing grip. Tears filled Kate's eyes and as she opened her mouth to scream, lips settled over hers, cutting her off. The movement had been a blur. Incredibly soft lips moved over hers as a breast pressed against her arm. Kate blinked, trying to focus on the perfect features before her as hands held her immobile. The strangeness of a woman kissing her totally threw Kate. She would have been able to resist brute force, yet the mouth moved seductively against hers, eliciting a response Kate struggled to withstand. Kate was barely conscious on fingers trailing down the side of her neck, tugging on her shirt collar. "He's marked her," the other replied. A tongue darted out, licking the tiny puncture wounds on the side of her neck. "Mistress won't be pleased," she breathed in Kate's ear, and a shiver chased down Kate's back. Marked her? Mistress? Oh, God, what was happening to her boring, uneventful life? She felt a tiny prick against her lip, and Kate reared back, breaking the kiss. Her tongue investigated the tiny nick, tasting the blood there. Dark eyes followed the movement with an avid intensity, causing an unsettled sensation low in Kate's belly. "Stop it!" Kate pushed at them, but their strength was incredible despite their tiny stature, giving no quarter. "Kate?" a voice interrupted, and all three heads turned toward its direction. Joe stood several lengths away, his head tipped slightly on the side. The women's grip relaxed on Kate's wrist as Kate struggled to say something, anything. To her complete surprise the tiny figures silently melted away, moving toward the end of the aisle without a backward glance. Kate turned back to Joe, her damp lips parted in surprise. Never in a million years would she ever have thought that she would be grateful to Joe. A lecherous grin followed her as she walked briskly past him on trembling legs. "Perhaps the four of us could get together some time?" Joe called out. When hell freezes, she thought silently to herself. ~*~ Kate spent what little money she had in her purse paying for a cab ride home. She was spooked by the Asian duo, more so than she wanted to admit. She let herself in the house, and headed in the direction of the blaring TV. Her father sat on the sofa, munching on soggy chips wrapped in newspaper. He let out a loud burp at the sight of her standing in the entrance to the lounge. Vampire Seduction Ch. 02 Disgust rolled through her, and she turned away, lightly jogging up the stairs. "Slut," he shouted. "You're just like her. Letting them use you any way they want for the feel of them plugging your pussy." Kate ignored him, long used to his slurs. She thanked God almost everyday that she was like her mother and not the useless lump sitting on the sofa. She stood beneath the shower that night for what seemed an age, letting the tears flow as warm water streamed down over her curves. Eventually the confused turmoil pushed to the back of her mind as slowly her body relaxed beneath the pounding water. She slowly soaped her body with a lavender bar, her hands gliding over her slick skin. She hesitated as her hands caressed her soft breasts, the rosy buds taut and aching. Her lips parted as she remembered the feel of his hands and mouth on her, nibbling and toying with her tender flesh. "Stop it," she ordered, turning off the taps abruptly. She had been a virgin for eighteen years. It was unlikely that she would die from unrequited lust after a handful of nights celibacy. She reached for her towel and quickly dried herself off before tugging on her panties and pyjama top that reached mid thigh. She crawled into bed with a sigh. She wiggled until she was comfortable, and lay gazing up into darkness. She knew it was going to be a long, mostly sleepless night. She must have eventually fallen asleep, because she woke with a start. Blinding light hit her eyes as she struggled with the bulky weight holding down her shoulders and thighs. The feel of cool air on her breasts made her gaze down quickly, and her eyes widened at the sight of her pajama top peeled back. Her breasts with their rosy tips were exposed to the light and her father's gaze. Four tiny bruises surrounding her jutting nipple and the puncture marks over her heart were clear for him to see. "Beth," he mumbled. She struggled beneath him as his hand closed over her bare breast, squeezing almost painfully. "Why did you leave me for him? You know he will only use and hurt you." "Get off of me!" Kate cried, pushing at his hands, but her father was deaf to her cries. A glazed, unfocused look filled his eyes as he gazed down at her. "It's me, Kate," she panted, trying to cover herself with one hand while she gripped his wrist with the other. Shock held her frozen when she realised he was tugging at her flimsy panties, yanking them down her thighs. Her nails scraped down his arms as she tried to force him off of her. His thick legs straddled hers like tree trunks, preventing her from kicking him as his hand wedged between her thighs. "I won't let you leave me this time, Beth. I'll remind you what it can be like between us." Tears pressed against her eyes as he cupped her mound roughly. "Luc!" she cried. "Lucien!" The breath caught in her throat as cold air rushed up over her skin, leaving tiny icicles in its wake as a menacing growl filled the room. The light bulb shattered, and thin shards of glass sliced her father's arm. She heard her father grunt as his bulky weight was wrenched off of her. Moonlight filtered in through the open windows, casting a shadow over the towering figure standing over her father. Her father was lifted off the ground, held aloft by the hand wrapped around his throat. The blood drained from her face as a flicker of light fell across Luc's face. Her father was a large man, yet Luc didn't even seem to strain as he dangled her father out before him. She wrapped her pajama top over her breasts as she struggled to her feet. "Luc!" Slowly his head turned toward her, the expression on his face sending a tremor of fear racing through her. "Please put him down," she whispered through numb lips. Luc's gaze locked with hers as his fingers flexed around her father's throat. "He has hurt you, Katalina. For that he must pay." The breath caught in her throat at the look of death in his eyes. "Please don't hurt him," she whispered, never taking her eyes from his. It was as though the blinkers were stripped from her eyes, and she was seeing Luc for the first time. His cold, terrifying beauty and sensuality washed over her, almost bringing Kate to her knees. Black hair fell to his shoulders and framed a face that seemed carved from moonlight ivory that, in that moment, was leeched of all humanity. The preconceptions and beliefs she had grown up with were blown away in those moments. Vampires were not mythical creatures of horror stories and films. They were real flesh and blood. "You would plead for his life, after what he has done to you?" Kate squeezed her eyes shut, before slowly opening them. "He's my father..." Luc seemed to be fighting an internal war for control. Her father kicked uselessly, his face turning a deep shade of red as his fingers grappled with Luc's. Panic shot through Kate as she saw the silent pleading in her father's gaze. "Please, Luc, I'll do anything. Just don't hurt him." He seemed to consider her words for what seemed an eternity, his gaze pinning her where she stood, her arms wrapped around her body. "You will come with me, now?" "Yes," she cried swiftly, uncaring of what she agreed to so long as Luc released him. Her father's struggles had weakened, the fight seeming to have left him. "Yes," she said again, more softly this time. The silence stretched. Finally Luc nodded, and released her father with deliberate slowness. "So be it." Her father crumbled to the ground at his feet, his fingers grasping at his throat as he lay on his back, the breath wheezing into his lungs. As Luc strode toward her intently, Kate had only a few moments to contemplate her fate. Had she saved her father's life, only to forfeit her own? Kate didn't struggle as Luc's hands slid up her arms, drawing her firmly up against him as his head lowered. A tremour raced through her as his lips settled over the side of her neck. His tongue traced the twin puncture marks, rasping over her skin. She felt the wounds reopen, felt the blood flow. The world seemed to tilt and blur before her eyes as she gazed unsteadily around her. "What's happening?" she breathed as her room seemed to melt away. Light and colour melded, changed, and dizziness raced through her. "Shh," he murmured. "Just relax and let it happen." Her fingers clutched Luc's shoulders as she gazed about her new surroundings came into startling focus. She stood in large, circular chamber of grey stone walls, like something out of medieval times. An enormous bed with rich, vibrant silk throws in burgundies, blacks, chocolates and golds, rested at its heart. Luc's tongue licked her, drawing her attention back to him as he savoured the taste of her. Her head tilted of its own accord as dark pleasure washed over her. A frown marred her forehead as she spied the cut on his hand where he held her upper arm. "You're bleading." The glass from the light bulb must have cut him too. Without thought, she lifted his hand to her mouth. Her tongue darted out, gently licking the tiny cut, feeling the sharp tanginess of his blood slide over her tongue. Intrigued, her lips closed over his skin, and she lightly sucked on the tiny cut, feeling a heady sensation wash over her. Luc's head reared back, turbulent heat blazing deep in the depths of those wicked green eyes. She dropped his hand, stumbling back. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I did that." "Don't you?" he asked her seriously. Shaming moisture trickled between her thighs. His hand lifted, sliding along her jaw to tangle in her mane, winding the silkiness around his fingers. "I'm not like you," she protested. "I'm not a vampire." "You're kind are more like mine than you know. Blood is power. From it we draw our strength." "My kind?" Her legs felt weak, as though an unimaginable weight was bearing down on her. "My kind have been attracted to your kind for centuries. Your blood sings for us, like the sweetest wine, the richest chocolate." She shook her head, but he continued regardless. "The intermingling of blood and race and the persecution of witches has diminished many of the powerful blood lines. But some continue undiminished through the centuries, passing down from mother to daughter." "W-what has that got to do with me? You think I am some kind witch?" Luc nodded, his green eyes watchful. "You're crazy," she muttered, pushing his hand away and stepping back out of his reach. "Denial won't change it, Katalina." Her lashes fluttered close, hiding her violet eyes from his all seeing gaze as she struggled to comprehend what he was telling her. Vampires and witches. "I need to be alone." Kate sensed rather than felt him move. She took a deep breath, prepared to do battle. But when she opened her eyes, he was gone. She wandered aimlessly about the chamber, running her hand over the smooth stone of one of the many columns that rose to a vaulted ceiling. Frowning, she turned in a slow circle. The room was bare except for the wickedly suggestive bed, revealing no secrets of its owner. Her frustration mounted. Who are you? She sat down on the edge bed as exhaustion washed over her. A glance at her watch revealed that it had stopped at 3:02 am. "Great," she muttered, falling back on the bed with her arms widespread. She gazed unseeingly at the ceiling. Vampires and witches and travelling distances in the blink of an eye. It was all too incredible. What had she gotten herself into? She rubbed her eyes as questions churned through her mind. However, one burning question overrode the rest. Was she prisoner or guest? ~*~ Kate felt soft and warm as fingers coaxed the tingling nub between her thighs to life. Her thighs trembled as they were eased further apart, her hips arching as a finger stole up deep inside. The blood raced through her as a tongue lashed out, swirling around her nub, and her nipples ached for similar attention. Tension twisted between her thighs, coiling tighter and tighter as the tongue delved between her melting folds, seeking out and capturing every last drop of moisture. She panted and writhed as she was held open to the exploring hands and mouth that tormented her. Her whole body arched and tensed as eddies of ecstasy washed through her. Light flickered behind her closed eyelids as the tongue pushed up inside of her tight channel. The tension between her thighs shattered into a million pieces and she cried out. She lay limp on the bed, panting. Slowly she became aware of the intent green eyes watching her, and she blushed. Her hands covering her breasts as she struggled to close her thighs against him. He planted his hands on either side of her hips as he climbed up over her where she lay sprawled on the bed before him. Her gaze dropped to the long, hard flesh rising from the nest of black curls between his thighs before flicking away. "No," she whispered. "It is a little late to say no, Katalina. Your body cannot lie." Luc's head lowered, his tongue tracing the valley between her breasts. She felt weak, flooded with pleasure, yet the thought of being a witch rushed to the forefront of her mind. She pushed urgently at his shoulders and he shifted his weight, laying alongside of her with his head propped on his hand. She scrambled off the bed, knowing that she did so only because he allowed her. She felt his gaze lick over her thighs and bottom unprotected by the long fall of her mane spilling down her back. Heat stole up her cheeks as she bent to retrieve a silk throw as modestly as she could without exposing too much of the glistening pink flesh peeking between her thighs. She wrapped it protectively around her and tucked the end between her breasts before she turned to face him. His lips curved as his eyes rose to lock with hers. "Your shyness is redundant, Katalina. I have touched and tasted every inch of your delightful little body." He rose from the bed with a grace that took her breath away, and her disobedient eyes skated down over the finely muscled length of him. Her lips parted as they came to rest upon the intimidating length of him rising from between his thighs. She backed away as he strode toward her, feeling exposed beneath his intent green eyes. She bumped against the cool stone wall, and palms planted against the wall on either side of her shoulders. She knew that the moment he touched her that she would be lost. The thought both excited and frightened her. His lips captured hers in a tender kiss, and she moaned as she tasted herself on him. She pushed against Luc's shoulders even as her mouth succumbed to his. Kate kissed him back, her tongue tangling with his. Her wrists were captured and pinned against the wall with one hand. Two fingers slipped down between the valley of her breasts and tugged on her makeshift sarong. Pleading violet eyes met amused green ones. The silk slipped, revealing a creamy breast with its taut rosy crown to his interested gaze. Heat stole up her cheeks. He tugged on the silk until it parted with a soft sigh, floating to the ground at their feet. Fingers trailed down over her breasts, casually flicking her taut nipples before sliding lower. Tingles raced over her skin as fingers splayed over her belly. Fear and desire swirling in her violet depths as the tips of his fingers caressed the silky skin just above her golden thatch. "Are you ready for me, little one?" Luc's hand slipped playfully lower, sliding down to cup an inner thigh. A whimper escaped her as his thumb skated over her pouting pink lips, her lashes fluttering close. Lips pressed against her smooth shoulder as his fingers explored the dewy folds. His tongue traced whorls over the side of her neck, and she felt her body go lax at the inevitability of his sensual bite. "Here?" he murmured as he gently nibbled on the sensitive flesh. Some devil made her shake her head, and he chuckled. Her lips parted on an uneven gasp as a finger lazily circled the sensitive nub nestled between her thighs. The hand pinning hers against the wall glided down her arm, tickling the side of her breast before coming to rest a tantalising inch beneath its creamy swell. Luc's mouth leisurely trailed down over her collarbone, tormenting her with the knowledge of what was to come. His seductive mouth closed over a straining nipple, drawing it between his lips. He sucked exquisitely on the tight bud, sending quivers shooting between her thighs and drawing a whimpering cry from her. "Here, then?" he enquired, releasing the glistening tip and capturing its neglected mate. The gentle pulling sensation of his mouth tugged at her secret place, and her hands spread over the stone wall as she struggled to keep her hands from reaching out and exploring that part of him that so intrigued her. She would not give in... She moaned as his teeth sunk into the tender flesh surrounding her nipple the same moment as a finger thrust up inside of her. The pain soon melded with the pleasure as her whole body arched against him, her fingers sinking into his black mane. She felt him harden impossibly against her thigh as he drew on her blood, and her body throbbed around the invading digit, wanting, needing more. "Luc," she moaned as fire coursed through her veins. Her melting channel pulsed as another finger thrust up inside of her as his mouth suckled her tender nipple. Everything but the feel of his mouth on her and his fingers working between her thighs was lost to her as she bucked and writhed against him. She cried out as the intensity of her orgasm consumed her, feeling her vision dim around the edges as wave upon wave of pleasure lapped at her. She had barely caught her breath before she felt herself lifted over his shoulder. His fingers splayed possessively over her bottom as the world spun dizzily. Gently he eased her down onto her back on the bed, and her thighs parted of their own accord as he moved over her. His thighs settling between hers forcing them even wider as his body lowered to hers. Her hair lay like golden ribbons about her as she gazed up at him with heavy eyes, and the intensity of his expression took her breath away. A dark fire consumed those mesmerising eyes as he gazed silently down at her for eons, before slowly he lowered his head. Her hands smoothed up over his hips and back as his mouth closed over hers. Some part of her knew she should be shocked at the taste her own blood on his mouth, but she was beyond caring as her lips parted beneath his. Kate felt him probing at her dewy gate, seeking admittance, and she moaned. All resistance had fled as he eased his thick, hard length up inside of her with devastating slowness. She arched, straining to take all of him in as he surged deeper, inch by inch, forcing her tight walls to yield to his possession as he sunk to the hilt in her molten heat. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she adjusted to the fullness of him stretching her, her breath coming in tiny pants as she gazed up at him. Soft whimpers escaped her as he slowly began to move inside of her with long, powerful thrusts. Her long legs wrapped around him as she clung to him, her body rising to meet his. Blood thrummed through her veins as her moved above and inside of her. He took her with slow possession, so different from when he had seduced her of her virginity. Her nails sunk into his bottom, urging him on, needing the urgent frenzy to drive away all the confusion and doubts. His harsh breathing stirred the damp tendrils clinging to her skin as he rocked inside of her with a gentleness that bordered on torture. The exquisite friction of him thrusting deep inside of her driving her slowly insane. . She whimpered in frustration as the tension between her thighs never abated as he surged between them. "Luc," she groaned, and he chuckled against her ear as slowly he worked himself in her honeyed channel. She thumped her fists against his shoulders, yet still he took her at a leisurely pace. "Bastard," she moaned, urging him over onto his back as she rose up over him. She straddled him, her hair spilling over her shoulders, her violet eyes dark with desire as she gazed down at him. She brushed back her mane, shaking her head and letting the ends caress his thighs. His eyes were drawn to the twin handfuls that carried his marks as they jiggled tantalisingly before him. The breath shuddered from his lungs as she began to move on him with more enthusiasm than skill. "Katalina," he groaned, his control undone by the innocent virago that was intent on riding him to her pleasure. Luc's hands gripped her hips, guiding her as she took him deep inside of her with growing confidence. Her young body clenching down tightly on his thick length as she circled her hips, drawing moans from both of them. His hands slid higher, up over her glistening body to capture her tender breasts, pinching and rolling the rosy tips as she lifted and ground herself against him. Her nails raked down his chest as she quivered on top of him, her head thrown back, her breath coming in short, uneven pants. Pleasure fluttered between her thighs, fanning out in waves of growing intensity as he toyed with her breasts. Her lips parted on a silent scream as her tight walls clenched around him as she rippled and shuddered as she lost herself in dark pleasure. Luc's control snapped, and gripping her hips he rolled her beneath him. With barely a hesitation he drove himself into her with fierce thrusts, his teeth sinking into her neck. Her nails scoured his back, drawing blood as his hips slammed against hers. He threw his head back with a cry as he spilled deep into her molten heat with jerking thrusts, unable to hold out against the force of her climax. He collapsed against her, his tongue licking at her tiny neck wound as slowly their breathing eased. He rolled onto his side, taking her with him, his arms wrapped possessively around her. She lay in the circle of his arms, her sweet face resting against his arm as sleep stole over her. His hand stroked through her golden mane, letting its silkiness feather over his fingers. "I will never let you go, Katalina," he murmured, pressing a kiss against her forehead. Kate never stirred. Vampire Seduction Ch. 03 Candle light gleamed on her lustrous tresses, turning them to a molten gold where they tumbled over her bare shoulders. Her creamy skin glowed as though moonlight bathed her, and her wide eyes were like chips of amethysts. The shimmery midnight cloth clung to her breasts and hips, exposing the valley between her breasts and a hint of their swell. The gown swirled around her thighs like silky ribbons, caressing her heated flesh. Blood thundered through her veins. Her body felt on fire, as though she were being consumed by lust. Their lust. Hands reached up to her, catching her arms. They lowered her down among them, the writhing, beautiful, sensual creatures gyrating to the heaving drums that beat in time with her blood. Colour and flesh flooded her senses, and a thrumming began between her thighs. She walked among them, feeling their caresses as she slowly moved toward the dais and him. Darkness lay across his features, yet her body knew him. Luc. From his left hand dangled a silver dagger, its jewelled hilt scattered with rubies. Spread out before him was a raised stone slab scattered with rose petals. Her lips parted, instinctively knowing that she would be laid naked upon it. A feast for the men and women surrounding her, caressing her. A sacrifice. He raised an outstretched arm, beckoning her, commanding her. Her lips parted as a protest formed, yet the surge of bodies drew her forward as though cresting a wave surging toward the shore. She began to struggle. The caresses turned more demanding. Insistent. "No," she whispered, trying to turn back. Yet they carried her toward him, lifting her off of the ground. The world swayed as she sought desperately to cling to the swaying bodies surrounding her. And then she felt as though she were falling. The dais came closer and closer. Kate woke with a scream, her breathing hectic. A circular stone chamber greeted her rapidly blinking eyes. She found herself sitting on a wide, sumptuous bed, chocolate silk sheets resting in her lap. Her bare breasts with their taut tips rose and fell heavily. It flooded back to her then. Her father, Luc. Heat swept through her as the images of what he had done to her swirled through her mind. Her eyes flew around the room, yet she saw no sign of her clothing. Struggling to wrap the sheet around her, she rose from the low bed. The stone was cool beneath her feet as she slowly turned, searching for some sort of entrance, yet finding none. Fear sliced through her at the thought of being his prisoner. Clutching the sheet to her breasts, she followed the wall, running her hand over the smooth, polished onyx stone. Her lips curved when she discovered the secret. The chamber curled like the heart of a shell, the bed at its centre. She reached the arched entrance, gazing down at the long, flat twisting steps. A gentle brush of air teased her mane as she followed the steps. Thick, spluttering candles the colour of wine rested on stone sconces, lighting her path. Her thoughts felt sluggish, her body disconnected from her brain as she moved lower and lower to some unknown end. Her body still pulsed with the remnants of her dream, filling her with fear and inexplicable yearning. "Katalina." The word whispered over her, making the hair tighten on the back of her neck. Kate swung around, her heart racing, yet the steps above her stood empty. Air swirled around her ankles, reaching higher and stirring the curls between her thighs and gently tweaking her tender nipples beneath the sheet. She shivered, grasping the sheet tighter to her breasts. What was wrong with her? Her body felt like a molten, tingling mass. Her hand pressed against the cool stone as she took a deep breath, her lashes fluttering close. The warm breeze ran over her, touching every inch of her as though she stood naked. Fingers stroked through her mane, caressed the sides of her breasts, grazing over her hips and belly. Her nipples tightened and a familiar heat gathered between her thighs. A pulsing heaviness invaded her limbs, and she leaned against the stone wall. She clung to the hot stone as she slowly slid down until her bottom rested on the stone steps. Drums pulsed in her ears, drowning out all thoughts as her body was consumed by fever. Images of gyrating bodies flittered behind her closed eyelids, drowning her in their wickedness and depravity. It felt as though hundreds of little tongues flicked over her breasts and belly as her thighs were eased apart. Her breasts grew heavy as sensations rippled through her, her breathing hectic. Her lips parted on a soundless sigh as her back molded to the warm stone, the sheet sliding from her limbs. Her eyes flickered and closed as fingers and tongues moved traced her ankles, licking a fiery path over her soft skin as they moved higher. Her fingers clutched at the stone steps as kisses were planted along her inner thighs, moving with tantalising slowness toward the melting heart of her. The tension built, coiling tighter and tighter. Her head rolled from side to side as she gave herself willingly over to the pleasure. The image of Luc rising above her, blocking out the light as his body plunged into hers, filled her. A shiver raced through her as air swirled between her spread thighs. Teeth raked over her throbbing nub, sending pain and ecstasy spiralling through her. She screamed as the tension between her thighs snapped. Kate blinked, once, twice, gulping in air. The intensity of sensations eased, and she slowly became aware of her surroundings. "Kate," Luc murmured, and she focused dazedly on the masculine form crouched before her. He wore black pants and boots, his broad shoulders and chest bare. He didn't touch her, simply gazed at her with a strange look on his face. She moistened her dry lips, running her hands over her thighs. She frowned when she noticed something had rubbed off on her creamy skin. Something red. Blood. She turned her hands over. Her confused violet eyes rose to concerned green ones. "It's not my blood." "No." Just like that. He agreed. "Looks like you've been a busy boy," a feminine voice drawled. Kate's head turned, rising up over the long black boots with their pointy tips, the bare golden thighs that disappeared beneath tiny black shorts. Full breasts rose over a tightly laced black corset. A long black train frothed over the steps behind her Blue eyes set in a coldly beautiful face were fixed on Katie. It was a vision of Barbie gone bad. "Go away, Mirrabelle," Luc commanded without a glance. It was only then that Kate realised her breasts were bared, the sheet pooled at her feet. She was conscious of her body still flushed and perfumed with the scent of her own desire. She clutched the sheet to her breasts, hiding the Luc's bites. "You didn't think you could keep your little slut a secret after that little performance, did you? Only sensing your mark upon her kept the rest away. For now." "Except you." "Except me," she smiled, yet it never reached those almond shaped eyes. "But then, my curiosity as to why you dared to bring an obviously untrained human witch here overrode facing your displeasure." "Luc," Kate pleaded. Help me, she wanted to cry, confused and frightened by what she had seen and felt. "Mirrabelle, get lost before she accidentally vanquishes you." The woman's eyes narrowed assessing as they moved over Kate, before she promptly laughed. "Call me when you realise you need me," were her parting words as she turned and disappeared. "I'm going to pick you up, little one. Are you ready?" She nodded, holding her trembling arms out. He scooped her up, holding her against his chest and her fingers laced together behind his neck. Soothing coolness washed over her at his touch, banishing the dark sensuality that had enslaved her. Silently he carried her back up the winding steps, his chest never rising. She buried her head against his neck, not wanting to think about it. Any of it. Luc gently lowered her so that she sat on the edge of the bed, and knelt at her feet, his palms resting on her thighs. "Are you feeling better?" He captured her smaller hands in his, turning them palm face up. They both gazed at the smeared blood there. He brought them to his mouth, his tongue lapping at the blood experimentally. She nodded, tears welling in her eyes at the concern on his face. Slowly she shook her head. "These walls have witnessed thousands of centuries of blood, power and sex. They breathe it, live it, and to those chosen few, show it." Memories of strangely beautiful men and women performing intimate acts had tumbled through mind as she reached her zenith, and she blushed. "Why did it chose me?" "I would be lying if I said I knew." He pressed a kiss against each of her clean palms, before placing them back in her lap. "Who is Mirrabelle?" "It doesn't matter. I want you to stay away from her, Kate. Promise me." "Luc, tell me who she is. Why did you say I could vanquish her?" Luc sighed. "She is without conscience. She wouldn't think twice about using you to try and hurt me." "Why would she want to hurt you?" "Kate, now is not the time. I must attend to some matters, then I will return. I want you to stay here until then." He rose, gently pressing his lips against her frowning forehead. "You will find clothing in the chest." His left her without looking back. He made her feel like a young child in need of babying. Angrily she rose to her feet and stomped toward the chest. Lifting its carved wooden lid, she peered inside. Her eyes widened, and she lifted the fragile, rose concoction from its bed of lavender scented sachets. She shook it out and laid it over the bed, her hand glorying in the feel of it against her skin. She scooped up the panties that had fallen to the floor. They were made of the same sheer frothy material, held together by silk ribbons. She slipped them on and tied bows at her hips, the ribbons falling to just above her knees. Her face burned at the thought of Luc tugging on those ribbons and baring her to his gaze. She lifted the gown to her, holding one end over her breasts as she wrapped the silk beneath her arms. It took several attempts to wrap it around her until her nipples were barely visible beneath the layers. The material seemed to move against her of its own will, clinging to the thrust of her breasts and swell of her hips and thighs. The gown finished with a long, thick ribbon which she wrapped around her waist three or four times and tucked it beneath itself. She ran her hands over hips, glorying in the feel of it. It floated to the floor, and she blushed as it moved as she moved, glimpses of her creamy flesh and rosy nipples playing peekaboo through the layers. Despite its wicked provocativeness, she felt like a princess. An angry princess, she reminded herself. She was not an ignorant child without a mind and thoughts of her own. She headed for the steps, her arms wrapped around her waist, careful not to touch the walls. She descended the steps, fifty in all, before moving beneath an archway leading onto what seemed like a six foot balcony that extended around the massive circular hall. She walked to the balcony's edge, her hands curling around the stone as she peeked below. It seemed as though a great hall, and she caught glimpses of men and woman milling around. From an arch to her left appeared two men, beautiful and regal. Their low talk came to an abrupt halt when they saw her standing there. They glided toward her, their gazes moving slowly over her body. Her hand flew to her breasts as she backed up against the stone, a blushed turning her skin pink at what they must see. Even with her hair tumbling down over her shoulders, she knew they saw the tiny pin pricks on her neck and chest. She watched them as they moved past her, their heads together, their voices low. She gazed about her, and noticed that dozens of arches seemed to lead onto the balcony similar to the one she had passed through. At one point the balcony curved downward in a spill of large stone steps to the floor below. She gazed above, and another balcony was above her. It was a medieval tower of columned archways, disappearing steps and shadows. She shivered at the enormity of the alien place she found herself in, so different from her modern world. Her heart in her throat, she moved after the two men, slowly following in their footsteps. Were they vampires? Their clothes seemed opulent and stylish, yet belonging to another era. Their skin glowed pale, their lips blood red. Her dream came back to her, of the many hands caressing her, holding her, and she shuddered. It no longer seemed such a good idea to assert her independence and explore on her own. She abruptly turned, and found a man bearing down on her. He seemed young, not that many years older than her. He was thin and tall, yet possessing a grace and confidence that belied his age. Fine, baby blonde hair fell in waves to his shoulders, framing a boyish face with pale blue eyes and thin lips. He smiled, as if in welcome, and Kate felt suddenly afraid. Those eyes bored into hers, and they were old eyes, as if they could read every thought. "Ah," he murmured, his eyes moving over her as he closed the last remaining steps between them. "You are a delightfully exquisite, just as Lucian promised." She blinked, and he was no longer there. She stiffened when she realised he stood behind her, his long fingers sweeping aside the curtain of her hair as he breathed in deeply. His lips brushed over the marks there, making her skin goose pimple. "Don't," she choked, and he laughed softly against her. Fear shivered down her back. He turned her in his arms, his mouth settling over hers. His lips were cold and soft as they tasted hers. She struggled, her eyes squeezed shut, but his hand sunk into the curls at her nape, holding her captive as his lips ground against hers. Tears trembled on her lashes as a hand cupped her breast, teasing the nipple into reluctant life through her wispy gown. Then the kissed changed, deepened. Luc's scent wrapped itself around her as familiar lips caressed hers. She melted against him, her hands no longer pushing against his shoulders but clinging to the them. "Luc," she breathed against his mouth. The familiar heat stole over her, lighting tiny, tingling fires in her secret place. His mouth trailed down over her neck and chest to suck on her hard bud through her thin gown. She arched against him, pressing her breast into his cool mouth as her fingers sunk into his silky mane. He backed her up against the balcony railing, the cold stone pressing against the small of her back. His mouth captured her other nipple, leaving its mate aching as cool air seeped through the clinging damp cloth. Her body quivered against his, yet something teased at her mind. "Luc," she pleaded, her hips pressing against his. He was soft, and she whimpered in frustration. A palm slipped between the folds of her skirt, and she trembled as cool fingers glided up her inner thigh. "Open to me, Kate. Let me show you how it can be between us." Kate's legs clenched instinctively together, imprisoning his hand there. Her lashes fluttered open as realisation dawned. "Nikolas!" She slapped him. He muttered something in a language she didn't understand, then disappeared. She had barely taken a step before fingers curled around her wrist in a crushing grip, spinning her back around. "You mind is strong for an untrained witch, yet your strength is no match for mine." "Let her go, Nikolas." Her head turned, and she saw Luc striding toward them along the balcony. The expression on his face was chilling. "Ah, your protector has arrived," Nikolas whispered in a confiding manner, yet the way Luc's shoulders stiffened told her he had heard him. Nikolas's thumb caressed her wrist where the pulse throbbed, and she tugged it free. She stumbled forward into the waiting arms of Luc. She pressed her face against his chest, not wanting to see the anger in his eyes at her disobedience. His arms closed possessively around her, and she clung to him, her fear easing. "She is mine, Nikolas. Make no mistake." "Perhaps." "There is no 'perhaps' about it. Run back to Mirrabelle, like a good little boy." "You are a fool to flaunt your human witch before Mirrabelle. She will ruin her merely because it would amuse Mirrabelle to do so." Then the tension in the air eased, and she knew Nikolas had gone. Her body relaxed beneath the soothing strokes of Luc's hand along her back. "I fear you are not safe here, little one, until I make you fully mine." His quietly spoken words touched something in her, and her head fell back so that she could gaze up at him. Green eyes moved over her face with an intensity that was frightening. "I did not wish it for you so soon, for I wanted time for you to adjust, to accept what must come." Something about him frightened her, and she pulled slightly away from him. "What do you mean, adjust to what?" she demanded breathlessly. Her dream haunted her, of Luc holding the jewelled knife, the hands holding her. She broke free of him, surprising him. She backed away. "Kate, Katalina," he called out to her, but she shook her head, turning and racing through the archway before her. "Stay away from me," she cried over her shoulder. She clutched at her skirt as she raced up the steps, her breaths coming in short gasps. She felt rather than heard him behind her, then she felt herself spun around and slammed up against the wall. The breath shuddered from her lungs, and blackness dotted behind her eyelids at the impact. "Do not run from me. Ever." She felt his breath against her bare neck, the tenseness of his body pressed against hers as he fought for control. "My kind are hunters by nature." Luc's hand pinned hers above her head, his other splayed possessively over her belly. Cool lips pressed against the sensitive skin where her shoulder joined her neck, and she whimpered as she felt the prick of sharp teeth. She squeezed her eyes shut as his tongue licked at her skin, sending trickles of heat down between her thighs. "It pains me to do it this way, Katalina." "Then don't," she pleaded. "There is no more time. Until I possess you fully, you offer too much temptation. I fear I could not fight all of them." Them, who? A whimper escaped her as his fingers massaged her belly. "W-what is Mirrabelle to you?" she asked, seeking desperately to distract him. "She made me immortal." "I don't understand," she cried in frustration. His fingers brushed hers away as he tugged impatiently on the ribbons of her gown. "She believes it is my duty, among others, to warm her bed." "Do you?" Jealously seared her. "Not for over two centuries. She turned to Nikolas in the hope of making me jealous. He knows it, but in his own twisted way, he loves her, if what he feels for her could be described as such." "Oh." The ribbon loosened at her waist, and she felt him tug impatiently on it. The dress slipped, and cool air washed over her nipples. Her free hand caught it just below her breasts, and he growled. She knew she could not prevent him from taking her. He had shown her that. Yet a shrinking part of her refused to accede to his domination. She gasped as he lifted her, her belly pressing into his bare shoulder as he carried her down the steps. His palm pressed against her bottom as he carried her along the balcony until they reached an arch identical to all the others. He strode up the steps without hesitation, and she held onto the back of his leather pants. They reached the chamber, and he tumbled her onto the bed. She scrambled up onto her knees, pushing the hair back from her face as she sought to cover herself. He paid her no heed, striding toward a tall, ornate stand with tiny draws. He withdrew something, and her breath caught as the candlelight glinted off something metallic. Vampire Seduction Ch. 03 "No, oh, no," she muttered, crawling to the far side of the bed as she sought to put as much distance between them. She cried out as he caught her ankle, drawing her back across the bed. In one swift move he flipped her over so that she lay on her back. The struggle had left her all but bare except for her panties, and she covered her breasts with her hands as she tried to kick free of his iron grip. Her face bloomed at the knowledge of the sight she must be affording him. "Don't fight me on this, little one. It is for your own protection that I am forced to do this." "I am not forcing you to do anything," she gasped out. Ignoring her words, he climbed gracefully up over her body. His leather pants gaped indecently where he had unbuttoned them, and she didn't know where to look as she caught a glimpse of the hardness thrusting from the black nest of curls, her blush deepening. "Quite...quite the opposite, in fact." He lay his full length upon her, using his weight to pin her beneath him. She squirmed at the feel of firm, muscled flesh and softest leather pressing against her flesh, of the hard ridge riding her belly. His thighs pushed between hers, forcing them to part. She moaned softly, heat swirling low in her belly. His hand caught her wrists in his, drawing them above her head. "Your blood calls to them, Katalina. The more powerful ones may cloud your mind, easing the pain as they drained you of life, yet the younger ones would merely rape you as they drunk from you." She squeezed her eyes shut at the image his words caused, and she shook her head. "Then take me home." "This is your home now. With me." Her eyes flew open at the possessiveness in his voice. They widened as they caught sight of the jewelled dagger in his hand. It was identical to the one of her dreams, its handle steeped with rubies. She screamed, writhing beneath him. "The more you struggle, Katerina, the harder it will be. On both of us." She panted breathlessly beneath him, gazing up at him wide eyed. She slowly became aware of him pressing against the gauzy material of her panties. Each movement only made it worse, sending arrows of heat shooting between her thighs. She watched wide-eyed as he lifted the dagger, a soft moan escaping her. He pressed it against the arm pinning her wrists, dragging it across the skin just below the crease of his elbow. A line of red appeared. She froze. He pressed his arm against her lips, and she began to struggle anew. "Drink, Katalina, drink." Kate arched her neck back rebelliously, seeking to put as much distance between them as possible. The movement causing her hips to push down on him, and he slid a fraction inside of her, pressing the cloth against her. She moaned as blood trickled over her lips and against her tongue. She wanted to wretch as it slid over her tongue with the smoothness of wine, but his fingers held her chin still. The blood was flowing more freely now, until she felt as thought she would choke. Luc's mouth latched onto her rosy nipple, his sharp teething sinking into the tender flesh and dragging a muffled scream from her. Without warning he drove into her, shredding her panties as he forced himself into her tight pussy. He began to work himself deeper inside of her, opening her up, and her legs wrapped themselves around his hips as she pushed down on him instinctively. He seemed to swell painfully inside of her as he drunk from her breast, and she choked down on his blood as she sought to breathe. She felt him nudge against the entrance to her womb, and pain mingled with pleasure radiated through her. Luc's hips surged against her as though he would push through the other side. Her nails dug into his shoulders as she clung to him, muffled cries driven from her with each fierce thrust. She gasped with relief when his drew his arm from where it pressed against her lips, his hand sliding down to grip her hip, angling her as he thrust fiercely into her. It was then that Kate saw him, leaning idly against the archway, arms crossed indolently over his chest. She struggled against Luc, her heart stilling for a moment, but it was too late. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed through her. Her back arched as he drove into her, her channel clenching around him as ripple after ripple tore through her. He groaned against her breast pumping into her, sliding in her slick heat. Her nails scraped down his back as his body shuddered. He thrust jerkily inside of her, scalding heat filling her. She cried out as another climax shook her. He collapsed on top of her, his cheek against hers, his tongue curling around her throbbing nipple. It was then she remember Nikolas, and she lifted her head, her eyes desperately searching the empty chamber. Had she imagined him? She didn't think so. Her head fell back limply on the bed. Had he watched them in the most intimate of acts, and taken pleasure from it? The mere thought of facing him again troubled her. She remembered Nikolas's words "Let me show you how it can be between us." Horror shuddered through her as she remembered how she had somehow confused him with Luc. "It is done." His words cut into her thoughts, and she stiffened uneasily beneath him. "What have you done?" "I have bound you to me, Katalina, in the old ways. I am your Cauchemar, your incubus. I have made you my human servant." Kate felt dizzy as she tried to grapple with what Luc was saying. "I don't want to be your human servant. I don't want to be your anything." Angry tears filled her eyes as she imagined a life of servitude, stuck in this place, preyed upon by Nikolas and Mirrabelle and their kind. "You may think you can control my body, but you will never control my thoughts. Get. Off. Of. Me." "No. Not until you calm down and accept what it is that is between us." "There is nothing between us but sex!" She pushed at him, and to her amazement he lifted from her. She slid out from beneath him, her legs swinging over the side of the bed. His arm circled her waist as he pressed his chest against her back. She hadn't even sensed him move, yet his thighs pressed against her hips. "Already you are beginning to experience the advantages of becoming my human servant." She frowned, then it clicked. She had pushed him off of her, when before he wouldn't have moved so much as an inch. Her thoughts tapered off as fingers swept up her mane and lips pressed against the nape of her neck. Hands slid around to cup her small breasts, massaging them gently. A calmness swept through her mind as fingers toyed with the taut nipples, washing away the anger and confusion until all that mattered was the feel of his hands on her. Her head fell back against his chest as his fingers slid lower, down over her belly. His palms on her inner thighs coaxed them apart. Fingers glided higher, teasing her flesh until they discovered her molten heart. Their conversation long forgotten, she arched as two fingers plunged inside of her, stretching her. Slowly, tormentingly, he worked those fingers in and out of her until she was straining against him, pushing down on them. "Your body was made for me, for this," he whispered as his teeth closed over her neck. Pleasure tore through her as he suckled on her flesh. His fingers plunged between her trembling thighs, one hand pinching and rolling her aching nipple. Exquisite pleasure swirled between her thighs as his fingers rocked inside of her. Tension coiled like a serpent low in her belly, building unbearably, her fingers clawing at his thighs, her bottom lifting off the bed. She cried out, liquid heat flooding her body as she climaxed. She melted against him, quivers still racing through her as his tongue lapped at the tiny wound on her neck. It was only then that memory stirred, and she stiffened, pulling herself away from him as she stood and turned on trembling legs. "What did you do?" she demanded shakily. "Kate," he muttered, climbing from the bed. "You used my own body against me, to control me." He kicked off his leather pants and strode toward her. She swallowed hard as she bumped up against the stone wall, her gaze fixed on the magnificent sight of him, hard, aroused and very, very angry. Large palms planted themselves on either side of her, and as she lifted wary eyes to his. "You will use any excuse to deny what is between us, when we both know that your body cries out for this." He pressed against her, his hand between their bodies guiding his shaft to her slick channel. She whimpered as he nudged against her. "Why would I need to control your mind when your body begs for mine?" She couldn't answer him as the tip of him nuzzled her molten heat. He slid slowly up inside of her, impossibly thick and hard. Her lashes fluttered as she struggled to take all of him in, rising up on tip toes to ease the pleasurable agony. Yet still he surged deeper, pushing her walls apart as he speared her tight channel. He knew he was full with her blood, to the point that he was painfully large. Yet her pussy, slick from her orgasms, accepted him, straining around him. He began to rock slowly within her, his hands cupping her face as he kissed her possessively. His tongue tangled with hers, and she tasted of blood. His control, so tightly leashed, snapped. He forced himself harder inside of her, wedging deep within her body until he could go not further. He heard her tiny cries, her hands clutching his shoulders. His fingers closed over her bottom, lifting her, and she wrapped her legs around him. His finger found the tiny entranced nestled between her cheeks, pressing against her there. Each thrust slammed her hips against the wall and deeper onto his finger as he thrust against her, driving them both into a frenzy of need. The clenching of her body told him she was close, and he surged harder inside of her, driving them on. She bucked against him as she came, her bottom squeezing the tip of his finger as he poured himself inside of her, his hips pistoning furiously. She did not know how long they stood there, joined intimately. Slowly her breathing eased, her cheek pressed against his shoulder. A finger lifted her chin. Green eyes locked with hers. "Now tell me now you don't want me." Her body craved him. They would both know she was lying if she denied it. "Not my soul," she breathed. "Not where it counts." Vampire Seduction Ch. 04 Curled up in the middle of the massive bed, Kate wiped at silent tears spilling down her cheeks with the back of her hand. Her thoughts were fragmented, each vying for dominance in an overwhelming rush. Luc took life giving energy from sex, not just blood. Kate liked to think she wasn't the kind of girl that had sex with someone before the first date, but ...too late. Not that she had mustered much resistance, particularly after he gave her her first orgasm. She liked to think she wasn't a prisoner in some freakishly old looking tower or castle reminiscent of something that could have been featured in the pages of Home Beautiful: The Middle Ages. So far, lying to herself wasn't working out too good for her. Mirabelle, a beautiful vampire and possibly Luc's ex, wanted her gone. In a permanent sense. Mirrabelle's current lover, Nicolas, gave the phrase perve extra meaning. Nicolas wanted something from Kate, which she guessed involved enacting some sort of revenge against Luc, and was even prepared to look like Luc to get it. Who does that? Luc had forced her to bond with him, whatever that meant, so that other vampires had no powers over her. It seemed there was something in the blood on her mother's side that called to vampires. She wanted so much to believe it only meant that if they tried messing with her, they had to answer to Luc. She was still processing the whole 'you are now my human servant' thing. When she slept, her dreams were full of sacrifices, blood and orgies, in no particular order. The sacrifices were always of her. Of course. Luc was trying to convince her she was some kind of witch, descended from a long line of powerful witches. Kate was pretty sure she would know if she had awesome power to do, well, stuff. But it was the last that got the pity party into full swing. Something had changed inexplicably deep within her with the bonding. The only way she could describe it to make sense to herself was that when Luc had forced her to drink his blood, his essence seemed to flow within her. Through the bonding, she experienced flickers of emotions without warning. At first she thought she was going crazy, until she realised the intruding flashes of emotions weren't her own. So she cried. Kate didn't know how long she lay there curled up on her side, hiding beneath the sheets. She wanted her favourite pair of jeans, and chocolate, and her mum. "Katalina." Kate was unprepared for his silent approach. Her fingers tightened about her pillow. "Kat." His voice was soft, coaxing. The bed dipped, then tugs on the sheet. It was an unfair fight. The sheet was easily drawn from her, revealing her creamy nakedness to the cool circular chamber. "Go away." Her voice was muffled by the pillow, but he had vampire hearing so she didn't care. "Little one, look at me." "Huh." He just had to look at her with those gorgeous green eyes fringed with black spiky lashes, and her willpower died a hot, pleasurable death in his arms. She knew if she looked at him she would end up doing sexy things with Luc, letting him have his way, and her blood, and enjoying it all way too much. Cool hands slipped into the shiny golden mane tumbling with abandon around her, drawing it back from her face. She murmured in protest, throwing her arm over her face. A month ago she had been a virgin, and ignorantly bliss to the cravings Luc easily wrought deep inside her. It wasn't just sexual urges either. Sex alone couldn't explain how Luc affected her the way he did. Kate gasped as she was scooped up into the cradle of strong arms. Not ready to face him, let alone let him see her naked, her hands pushed at his chest, her body wiggling in his arms as he lifted her from the bed. She cringed in agony when her hand accidentally caught in her own hair. "Damn it!" she cried. "Stop, Katarina. Tell me what is wrong, so that I may rectify it." As angry as she was, his command made her giggle. Which turned swiftly into a sob. He strode to a soft leather chair, and she ended up sitting across his thighs with her legs dangling over the padded arm chair. His hand cupped the back of her head, tucking her face against his broad shoulder. She rubbed her cheek against him, her hand fisting in his shirt. She breathed him in, the unique scent that was Luc easing her. Everything, all thoughts of fighting him, of wanting answers to questions she was too frightened to ask, melted away. Instead, that hidden place deep within her that awoke with the bonding and was no longer hers alone, began to expand with feelings of possessiveness, cherishment, hope. It was the last that should have worried her the most. The silence stretched as he waited, his thumb stroking her hip. "Tell me." "I don't want to talk about it," she grumbled. "So there is something wrong." His voice held a hint of masculine triumph. "No. Yes. It's...everything is so overwhelming." Understatement. But she didn't want to think right then, wanting nothing more than to stay wrapped in his arms, where nothing could reach or hurt her. Lips pressed against the crown of her head. A finger curled beneath her chin tipped her head back, and lips softly whispered against hers. It was impossibly sweet, and not entirely welcome as it brought a glimmer of tears to her closed eyes. His mouth moved softly against hers, teasing, nipping, until finally she was no longer able to resist him. She kissed him back, her fingers sinking into the thick silky black hair at the nape of his neck. A gentle hand traced her collar bone, before wandering gently over her breasts. Light whisper touches seared her, coaxing fine shivers from her pale body held firm in the circle of muscular arms. Kate's lips parted on a mew when he ended the kiss. He gazed down at her, her head resting back on his arm, her lashes lowered. Green eyes searched her heart-shaped face, still glistening with her earlier tears. "You are precious to me. I fear I have been entirely selfish in my desires. You are young and incredibly innocent, and I am not," he told her quietly. "It has been trying for you here, among my people, and I have forced the bond for your own protection. It pains me deeply to see you hurting and unsure of us. The bond is more than words can explain, and I promise you in time you will come to see it is a beautiful thing. In many ways, you are not ready for what will be between us." Kate pressed her face against his chest, her fingers clutching his shirt in a fist. She felt too emotionally fragile to even begin to untangle the meaning of his words. He held her, and only when her tears dried did he say "Let me take you somewhere this eve." "Where?" she asked, curious despite herself. "It will be a surprise, little one." He rose from the chair, gracefully lowering her to her feet. Hands smoothed down the column of her back, spreading shivery tingles as they landed caressingly on her bottom, before falling to his side. Feeling suddenly shy standing before him in nothing, she covered her breasts with her hands, ducking her head. "You are exquisite." He murmured, pressing lips against her pinkened forehead, her temple, his teeth grazing her ear lobe. Hands traced up her sides before coming to rest over hers where they cupped her breasts. "It takes all my strength to keep from pinning you on that bed and pleasing your delicious body until you are flushed and dewy from our loving, my name a whisper on your lips." Through the fragile bonding, she caught a flash of intense hunger, leaving her breathless and shaken. She imagined the feel of him surrounding her, moving intimately within her. Her fingers tightened instinctively over her breasts, her pink nipples budding. Between her thighs was a familiar melting. He left her while she struggled with her own wanton feelings. Her eyelashes flickered open, dismay warring with relief. Kate watched him stride over to a narrow archway that she could have sworn was not there earlier that evening when she woke alone. He disappeared, to return carrying a scrap of pale lavender silk. It turned out to be a beautiful scooped neck dress, only not the twenty dollar variety from the local chain store. He watched her intently while she slipped it on over her head. It had a zip on one side, from breast to hip. It was deceptively simple and elegant, with cap sleeves, gathering over the slight swell of her breasts, skimming over her waist and hips to float gently around her knees. The material shimmered slightly, and moved against her like water. She felt incredibly beautiful and feminine, like Audrey Hepburn. Only without panties. Giving him a considering look, she walked past him. Standing in the narrow stone archway, she looked into a surprisingly large chamber, filled floor to ceiling with feminine clothes, shoes, accessories and bags of ever shape and colour. Taking up about a quarter of the space were darker, more masculine clothes, no doubt Luc's. "Oh." As surprises went, it was pretty impressive. Sometime soon, Kate knew she would spend hours exploring what else was in that chamber. Kate didn't even want to think about how the chamber itself, which wasn't there yesterday, now simply was. There was something incredibly shifty about the place where she was a prisoner. Asking Luc where her clothing came from only elicited a shrug and a small satisfied smile. He leaned against the archway, arms crossed, one ankle hooked over the other. It should worry her, the expanse of beautiful things. It hinted at a permanency she was far from wanting. She didn't push it, not sure if she was ready for answers. Walking over to the floor to ceiling shelves filled with shoes of every variety, she ran hands over the beautiful designs, coming to rest on a pair of silver sandals with kitten heels. Slipping them on, she sighed. They softly moulded her feet, not like the clunky shoes she had worn for work. In a rows of drawers filled with feminine things, she finally found a pair of panties. Selecting the first pair she spied, pretty lace panties painted with pastel flowers, she slipped them on beneath a pair of amused green eyes. Kate knew asking him to leave would have likely ended in her being naked beneath her dress. "I'm not wearing this dress commando." Was all she huffed at him instead. Everything fit her perfectly. Eek. He strode to her, drawing her up against him, his hands delving beneath her skirt and sliding deliciously over the lace covering her bottom. His lips pressed against the side of her neck. A shiver racked her at the scrape of fang. "I will enjoy imagining taking them off you." His mouth captured hers, no longer the gentle lover, but demanding, hot. There were tongues involved. Feeling a little dizzy, she clung to his broad shoulders. This time, when he eased her away from him, she almost growled her frustration at him. Heat pulsed wickedly between her thighs, a constant ache that intensified to almost the point of unbearableness with his slightest touch. But her breath was swiftly taken away as she realised they now stood in a deserted, cobblestoned avenue bathed in moonlight. "How do you do that?" she muttered. Rising on either side of them were grand old buildings made of what looked like concrete facades interspersed with tall columns and rows of glass windows and curving wrought ironwork. While she couldn't read French, she knew enough of the language by sight to guess where they were. "Paris?" she whispered, squeezing his fingers in delight when they caught and entwined with hers. Unable to remain still, she practically dragged him along the street in her excitement. He smiled a boyish grin that did funny things low in her belly. "You would prefer somewhere else?" he enquired. "And what would you do if I said yes?" she demanded, still looking about her with awe. She breathed in the crisp evening air, trying to absorb every last minute detail. Even the streetlights had an air of elegance, like tiny box houses with a steeped roof and glowing square glass windows. "I will do whatever is in my power, and more, to please you." Her face swung around, her wide violet eyes meeting green ones, serious and removed of all teasing. "Never doubt me on this, Katarina." A tremour raced through her. She was his prisoner, denied the luxury of freedom because her blood called to him and his kind. While he hadn't hurt her, he had seduced her beyond boundaries she wouldn't have known existed, not just physically. Her feelings for him were complicated, and now she couldn't trust those feelings because of the bonding. He had turned everything in her life inside out, becoming the only constant in a confusing and scary reality. "Would you let me go if I asked?" She voiced tremulously, discovering the courage to voice her darkest fear. "No, little one." His voice was laced with a mixture of regret and something else. Fingers brushed down the side of her face, before dropping away. Kate pulled her hand free, and crossing her arms over her waist, she gazed about her. Hearing what she knew in her heart to be true made her chest tighten and her belly flutter. He watched her intently, perhaps fearing she would cry again. He probably wasn't far from the truth. She was eighteen. Her plans had revolved around going to community college in the fall while working to support herself. She had wanted to build a space for herself where she could fit in, away from the unhappiness of growing up under her father's roof. Until Luc crashed into her life. Now she didn't know where things stood or what she wanted, or if wanting or needing were the same thing. Her hard fought independence was burdened by the growing realisation that she didn't know if she could leave Luc, even if he decided to let her go. But she was in France. Paris. Coming to a decision, she turned to face him, her skirt flaring around her legs. She didn't want what was between them to spoil her first and perhaps only experience of Paris. "I've always wanted to taste real French pastries that crumble in your mouth." Luc chuckled, wisely shoving his hands in his pockets. His eyes told her she was beautiful, forcing her to glance away. ~*~ In the early hours of the morning, they sat on a bench on an arched bridge overlooking the Seine, its waters glimmering beneath the dimming stars. She was nestled sleepily beneath his arm, trying to keep her eyes open, wanting to remember every last thing. The only threat to her enjoyment were the jarring flashes of contentment she felt along the bonding. They were too confusing, and she pushed all thoughts of it out of her mind. They had walked the narrow streets, passing couples, families and groups of friends. Alfresco cafe's were filled with laughter and the clinking of glasses and plates. She was surprised to see so many people after midnight. Wherever they wandered, many of the stylish women, and some of the men, cast inviting stares at Luc, although Luc seemed oblivious to them all. Luc had found them a table at a tiny hole in the wall place that smelt divine, and conversed in seductive French with the proper waiter in starched whites and blacks. She had devoured the selection of delicious pastries and hot chocolate presented to her while Luc drank from a bottle of red wine. They talked about nothing and everything inconsequential as Kate people watched in awe, their fingers intertwined beneath the table. If she were honest, it had felt like a date. But it wasn't a night for honesty, but fantasy and dreams. Never had she felt so worldly as she did on Luc's arm, his attention devoted solely on her. No longer was she the tired, lonely girl who worked long hours to make ends meet. She didn't want to close her eyes, didn't want the night to end. ~*~ Kate woke on her side to discover herself fully dressed, Luc's naked strength curved behind her. A sleepy sigh escaped her, her mind filling with images of beautiful Paris. Finally lifting the sheet, she intended sliding out of bed, but the strong arm curled beneath the swell of her breasts, tightened. He was awake. In a medieval tower without windows, she had long ago lost sense of night and day. Fingers tucked her golden hair behind her ear as his mouth settled against the side of her neck. He teased her, raking her gently with his fangs, his intention clear. His lower body pressed against her bottom, betraying his arousal. Feelings more complex than hunger seeped through the bond. In answer, a gentle, insistent throbbing began between her thighs. Her languid silence was her consent. Kate gasped as fangs buried deep into her flesh at her throat, exquisite agony flaring to life within her. Her body arched, pressing into the hand that pinched at her tightening nipples. He took from her in long, languid draws that sent shockwaves rushing through her and moistening her panties. A whimper of approval escaped her when the back of her panties were dragged down beneath the curve of her bottom. The bed moved beneath his shifting weight, then the cool hardness of him was sliding between her thighs, the tip of him nudging against her dewy gate. His mouth lapped at her, the first flush of hunger abating as he leisurely took his fill. She pushed back on his surging length, the feel of him sliding into her yielding flesh merging with the incredible sensations rippling through her. All sleepiness fled, her body demanding relief from the unrelenting need Luc so easily roused within her. Her fingers curled in the pillow as he rocked within her, her breath coming in gasping pants. His fangs withdrew, his body easing from hers. Kate moaned softly in protest, but he caught her hips, holding her still when she tried to hold him. "I think I hate you," she moaned, and he chuckled wickedly. Luc's intent became clear when he pulled the lavender dress up over her body. She helpfully lifted her arms, and he swiftly drew the tearing fabric over her head. The silk disappeared over the edge of the bed, revealing her to intent green eyes. A quivering heat invaded her limbs as she waited for him, unwilling to beg. Yet. His hips pressed against her, letting her feel the long, thick strength of him against her bottom. A whimper of need escaped her. He rolled her beneath him, guiding her so that she was positioned stretched out before him with her weight resting on her drawn up knees, her bottom thrust up with inviting vulnerability. He rose to kneel behind her, his hands caressing her from breast to thigh. He toyed with the band of her panties stretched uncomfortably over her upper thighs. "You knew when you flaunted these panties in front of me that I would enjoy taking them from you." Strangely, disappointingly, he tugged the panties up not down, smoothing the wispy lace in place over her hips. Fingers pinched her bottom, making her jump. "But not yet." She sensed the smile in his words, and bit her lip uncertainly. Hands slid around and up over her belly to discover her aching breasts. He tormented the soft mounds, until she was rubbing insistently against him, eager for more. Luc gave her what she craved. He peeled aside her panties and swiftly speared her, thrusting incredibly deep and drawing a sharp cry from her. He was still, his thickness forged deep within. She squeezed down on him, like he had whispered he liked. It was not enough to incite him, so she rolled her hips, causing a delicious friction that inflamed her own need. "That's it," he encouraged her, pinching her nipples. She began to move on him, pressing back on his length with increasing urgency. Her body tightened on him as a shudder racked her. But he refused to give in to the demands of their bodies. "Luc. Please." She begged. Hunger unlike anything she had ever experienced whispered at her, sinking its claws into her through the bond. He groaned against her bucking hips, not impervious to her inexperienced seduction. She whimpered when finally he eased his thickness out of her, then immediately thrust home. She cried out. Vampire Seduction Ch. 04 Their hips surged together in a heady rhythm, her face and breasts flushed with sensual heat, her body arching against his cool strength. She sobbed when he withdrew from her. He tumbled her onto her back, kneeling beside her. Green fire licked over her as he gazed upon her. Her breasts rose and fell sharply, one leg bent over the other. He reached for her, his fingers gripping her panties and pulling them slowly down over her legs. She kicked them off when they reached her ankles. Cool fingers stroked up over her inner thighs, so at odds with the fiery heat pulsing between them. He stroked her, making her hips dance. She lay watching him from beneath lowered lashes, her eyes moving of his graceful body, strong and masterful. Her eyes lowered to the thick shaft between his thighs. Rising up on one elbow, she shyly traced him with her fingers. His breath caught, and a flash of lust speared her. Her fist measured him, her fingers almost circling his girth. Experimentally, she drew her hand along his length. With a groan, his hand covered hers, showing her what his body craved. She pumped him as he bucked against her grip. He shuddered, his body straining, all the while his fingers teased her between her legs. She leaned forward, her hair spilling against his thighs as she pressed warm lips against his belly. Muscles rippled beneath the teasing licks and nibbles of her exploring mouth. In a swift move that left her slightly dizzy, he knocked her hand away and lifted her to sit facing him, her legs splayed over his thighs. His head dipped, capturing her mouth. Her arm slipped around his neck to anchor her, her tight nipples rubbing against his cool chest. Not willing to let the slight go, her other hand reached down between their bodies to capture his thickness. She gasped when again he brushed her hand away and fitted himself against her. Hands gripped her pale bottom, expertly drawing her down on him. She clung to him, everything within her focused on the feel of him slowly filling her. When finally his length pierced her fully, her lashes flickered. "Ride me, sweet Katalina. Take from me." When she was ready, she began to rise up, drawing soft cries from both of them. They moved together, his hips flexing to meet the plunge of her body. His hands were unyielding bands around her hips, urging her on. His mouth suckled where her neck joined her shoulder, before fanging her. Intense pleasure arced through her, her lower body tightening over his thrusts. Her heart raced, her gasping pants matching his. The flames built and built within her, granting her no mercy. Her head was thrown back, her nipples aching and tight as she lifted and pushed down on the long, thick hardness wedged firmly in the quivering core of her. His hand twined in her hair, drawing her head down. Their open mouths met, his tongue seeking hers. An electrifying energy dancing along every last nerve ending, mounting until she thought she would snap. She clenched down fiercely, her body arching, head and arms thrown back as fiery heat surged through her, burning everything in its path until the pleasure was too intense. Tears glimmered in her eyes as she came, a release of surging, rolling waves of pleasure that devoured her. Luc shuddered against her, his straining body releasing hotly into her, his cries mingling with her own. Kate slumped against his chest, her body wrung of pleasure so intense, so unlike anything she had felt before. Her mind drifted, unable to latch onto any clear thoughts. She was unprepared for when he tumbled her from his arms and swiftly rose. She lay sprawled wantonly on the rumpled bed, unable even to word a protest. Her glistening breasts rose and fell heavily as she struggled to gain a semblance of herself. "Katarina." Something in his tone, the urgency, forced her to open her dazed violet eyes. He stood at the end of the bed. He was tall and devastatingly sexy, his longish black hair featuring in many of her secret fantasies. Her body clenched with remembered hunger as they dropped to the curve of his firm buttocks. Then her eyes widened in horror as she finally noticed the fire in front him. She quickly scrambled wobbly to her knees on the bed, realising the wall of licking, hungry flames surrounded the bed and them. "Holy freaking hell!" she gasped. As soon as she noticed the flames, they began to die down, then simply fade into nothing as if they had never been. At first she hadn't realised there had been no heat to the flames, but when she did, she wondered if things could possibly get any weirder. She slid off the bed and came to stand beside him on shaky legs, looking down at the stone floor in front of them. There was a thin black ring, the only evidence of the flames. Otherwise, nothing in the chamber had been touched or burnt, and now that she thought about it, there was no smoke or acrid scent. "What was that?" she whispered. That damn Mirrabelle and her perve of a boyfriend had a lot to answer for. Luc didn't immediately answer. She gazed up at him, and he turned toward her. He brushed her hair back over her shoulders and cupped her face. Gently, he kissed her. She murmured her protest, wanting answers. Green eyes locked with hers, and their intensity was frightening. But his next words were the most frightening of all. "That," he told her unevenly, "was you."