2 comments/ 7356 views/ 6 favorites Be Still My Heart By: Makitsu_Trinity Fear strangled me, even before the vampire's magic paralyzed me. As I tried to rise from my bed, I felt the cold numbness wash over me. I heard his leathery wings flap as he floated across the room to stand over me. I waited for his poisoned claws to slash into me; for his jagged teeth to tear at my throat. I sobbed silently within myself as I awaited the end. He just stood there. His black eyes gazed down at me. There was no emotion in them. No compassion. Just hunger. I felt winter breeze blow through the tiny cavern hide out my friends and I had come to call home. I had heard the screams and knew they had all fallen victim to this monster already. I wanted to scream, to fight, and to avenge them, but I knew it was the end even for me. I simply stared. And he stared back. After a moment of apparent contemplation, he was enveloped in a black cloud. His wings, claws, and teeth retracted and his skin warmed. The thing standing before me looked like a man. Dressed in full armor, his glowing eyes were the only indication left that he was something from another world. He backed away a step and paced once or twice, still gazing at me. He was handsome. I will not deny that much. Even being a bandit, I am a woman and I recognize a well-designed male specimen when I see one. This one had broad shoulders to be admired even under all his armor. Same with his strong legs. His face was pretty obscured by his helmet, save those terrifying eyes. It was not until he removed it that I got a good look look at him. He was jawdroppingly gorgeous. Some wild and insane part of my mind wondered if the rest of him was just as enticing. Against my will, and much to his surprise by the look on his face, I felt a rush of heat to my womanhood. I then felt it split and while I felt as though I were slowly smoldering, my cheeks flushed as well from embarrassment. I saw his smirk as he approached me again. He slid a hand down my cheek and I knew he knew. I was even more convinced when his hand continued its path down to the clasp of my breast plate and unhitched it. He did the same with the other side and soon I felt the winter breeze upon my breast linen as the iron armor was pulled away. I felt his gaze upon my hardening nipples as he let his hand roam over my belt buckle, loosening the bottom of my armor. I could tell where this was all going and even as the paralysis wore off, I lay still, hoping he would not stop. I closed my eyes and relished the feeling of his strong, battle-worn hands along my skin. I was no innocent by any means, but I had been told the passion of a vampire was unlike any other. Some said it was because they absorbed the souls of those whose blood they drank. Those that said this believed the vampire not only absorbed that person's knowledge and memories, but their emotions as well, causing them to be excellent, sometimes violent, lovers. My skin tingled with anticipation for what this monster may have in store for me. I watched as well as I could as he maticulously removed his armor, piece by piece, laying it on my table. It was a grueling process that seemed to take an eternity and even as one piece was removed, I silently begged for him to take off another until he stood before me in nothing more than his leather leggings. I couldn't help but to glance over his form, my eyes lingering a little longer than they should have on his crotch where a prominent bulge had formed and was straining against the form-fitting trousers. His glowing eyes turned back on me and he smirked. I knew he'd caught me. I also knew he'd figured out I probably wasn't under his power any longer. There was a silent moment of contemplation before I sat up a bit stiffly. He kept a wary eye on me but I rolled my own and scooted back against the pillow. "If I was going to run, I would have by now," I assured him, breaking the silence as I pulled my bare legs up against my torso, laying my chin on my knees. I chewed my bottom lip for a moment before scooting over just a bit to give him room to sit. Without a word, he joined me, still staring darkly, an all too familiar hunger in his eyes that flew beyond his bloodlust. "Why didn't you drain me like you did my friends?" The question was painful but still nagged at me, pulling at the base of my skull and tickling my curiosity. He said not a word and simply leaned closer to me, I resisted the urge to shrink back, instead leaning forward to look him in the eyes. There was moment of uncertain shock on his face, before he grabbed my ponytail tightly and forced his lips onto my own. I wasn't sure why, but I melted into the kiss, meeting his every move, our lips sensuous waves of desire, his tongue darting out every so often to meet my own. I felt the chill of his flesh as his hand gripped my breast and massaged it roughly. My back arched, pressing my body closer to his. He quickly slipped out of his leggings and made swift work of my tunic as well. A thrill raced through me as our skin met in a blast of heat and ice, my heart beating loud and hard enough for both of us. His manhood pressed against my thighs even as they parted slowly, welcoming him to my burning core. I heard his desire in the growl that rumbled through his chest, but he paused and pulled away, much to my dismay. Looking into my eyes the whole time, he leaned down and planted a kiss between my breasts, then on each nipple. His tongue flicked out and snapped at each one and each time, I jolted, a shock of pleasure shooting through my whole body. That magical tongue worked its way down my torso, pausing at my navel and swirling around it slowly. I moaned softly and my eyes fluttered shut as I felt myself melting. My breath quickened and I felt my heart thundering. He looked up at me and our eyes met as he slid his hands up my thighs, slowly spreading them and inhaling my scent. I saw the lust in his eyes flare up to an almost uncontrolled level. The rush of heat that fled to my core must have excited him even more ecause he was instantly between my folds, lapping at my womanhood as if the nectar of life flowed from them. I squirmed and squealed with delight as his tongue ravished my most intimate parts. His lips found my clit and suckled it eagerly, enticing a load shriek from me as I arched my back and gripped the furs on my bed. My climax was so close, but just as I began to feel it at the edges of my concious thought, he would back off and let me come down before viciously attacking me again. I heard myself whimper with dismay as he pulled away completely. I heard the bed creak as he climbed up and hovered over me. I felt the bulge of his cock pressing against my swollen cunt. I reached up and dug my nails into his shoulders, begging him without words to take me and ravaged me. I felt my hips rocking against him as I opened myself more to welcome him into me. With a quiet grunt, he shoved in all the way. There was no teasing now; just animalistic need and fulfillment. Before I could register fully the pleasure of him being completely engulfed within me, he was pumping in and out. Faster and faster he drove, my sex milking his thick cock. I heard the slap, slap, slap as he took me without mercy. There was no longer any hesitation in his face. Just desire and proud ownership as he continued drilling into me.I fought the orgasm already creeping into me. I wanted to make this last as long as possible. I didn't realize how hard he was also fighting until he leaned in to nuzzle my neck. I buried my face in his shoulder and clawed at his back, dragging a roar from him as he bit into the soft flesh of my throat. I screamed as I could no longer fight the ecstasy that overtook me. I felt the blood rush through me and into him, fueling him. I knew in that moment that this would be the last time I lay with a man, but somehow, the thought thrilled me, rather than scared me, and I rocked my hips against him, harder and harder, demanding more. He began to slow, also trying to drag it out, but I was not willing to come down from my euphoria. I gripped his shoulders tightly and, catching him off guard, I rolled us over so I was on top of him. His latch on my neck was broken and he tore away, falling back into my pillows. I saw my blood, glistening crimson on his lips as he licked them clean, and cascading down my shoulder, over my collar bone, and dripping down my breast and off my nipple. He sat up enough to lap up the trail as I began rocking my hips again, driving him deeper and deeper into me. I kept a hold on his shoulders as I began to lift myself up slowly, dragging my core against his throbbing cock. He hissed with pleasure and barely concealed annoyance at my teasing. Without warning, I dropped back down on him, swallowing him up suddenly. He growled loudly. I repeated the process, until I felt him swell slowly within me. I lifted myself one more time, only this time, as I dropped down, I felt him jolt up to meet me. He grabbed my hips and began thrusting from beneath me, his cock stabbing me over and over. I flexed my fingers, my nails leaving deep imprints in his skin. I screamed as yet another climax slammed into me in powerful waves. At the same time, I heard and felt his own finish as thick jets of hot juice were shot into me. I tightened around him, throwing my head back and absorbing every delicious bit of him. I could barely hold myself up as I tried to focus enough to look into his eyes. He brushed a stray lock of hair out of my face before I lay my head on his shoulder. I felt his mouth at my throat again and eagerly welcomed the darkness he offered. I knew there was nothing left for me after being the lover to a vampire. Be Still My Heart Ch. 02 I woke to the feeling of warm, thick liquid dripping onto my tongue. I lapped out, tasting something both coppery and sweet at the same time. A realization flitted through my mind, but didn't come to full comprehension. I groaned and tried to open my eyes. The fuzzy glow of a burning torch flared to my right, and I felt the familiar prickle of a straw-stuffed mattress, though the straw smelled sweet and fresh, unlike my own bed. The furs covering me were soft and well treated; not matted with dirt and gods only knew what else. It was beginning to register that I was no longer in my own home, but in fact, a noble's home. I woke fully with a start, sitting upright quickly, and suddenly feeling dizzy. "You must take it easy," a silky, masculine voice reprimanded me. "You've lost blood and must regain your strength." "Where am I?" I questioned, my voice rough and hoarse. I winced at my own weakness. My throat was dry and my head pounded mercilessly. "I have brought you to my home. That is all you must know for now. Here, drink." A water-skin was pressed to my cracked lips, and I realized the taste I'd woken to was the flavor of blood from my parched lips. I drank with vigor until it was pulled from me with yet another warning to take things slow so I did not make my illness worse. What illness? If I'd lost a lot of blood, wasn't it an injury? Maybe it was a joined injury and infection. Panic seized me momentarily as a thought occurred to me. Infections almost never ended with survivors. When they did, those survivors suffered dire consequences. For a moment, death seemed an escape and a welcome one. i felt a cold darkness creeping to the back of my skull and felt as though my throat was closing. Unconsciousness overcame me and I collapse into my pillows. When I woke again, there was daylight streaming in from a nearby window and I heard birds chirping even as a cool breeze fluttered over my skin. I blinked a few times and was grateful to notice my throat and lips were no longer dry and cracked. The healing made me suddenly aware that more time must have passed. I threw the blanket aside and turned, my feet hitting a cool, wood floor. I saw a fur-lined robe hanging from a peg on the wall and snatched it, throwing it on as I ran out the nearest door. I found myself on a deck, staring out at a beautiful, crystal-clear lake. A horse whinnied nearby and chickens cackled below me. I saw a young girl tossing out bread scraps and as the birds gobbled it up, I was stunned at how hungry I was. Strange, as all my experiences had proven that appetite was the first thing to go when an infection had drained a person. Suddenly, as if hit by a bolt from a sorcerer's palm, a thought struck me. More of a memory, as the events of that night in the bandits cave came spiraling back into my mind. I looked around frantically, wondering where I really was and how I'd come to be here. My breath came in short, panicked gasps and I sank to my knees as dizziness overtook me again. My fingers flew to my throat and I felt two tiny bumps, almost unnoticeable, but there no doubt. The evidence pf a vampire's bite. Then, how was I alive? I thought I'd been drained. When I'd woken alive, I'd chocked it all up to delirium from the infection. Now, I was terrified as I realized I'd been bitten and survived. This meant only one thing. I scanned the perimeter of my vision like a caged animal and with the second sweep of my gaze, I saw him standing in the frame of the door I'd exited. I scrabbled against the railing of the deck, ready to jump rather than be bitten again. He took a step towards me, his glowing eyes bearing down with intense heat and longing. "You did not shy this way when we first met, though your death seemed imminent." That voice. It was the same I'd heard while recovering. "What sort of torture is this?" I demanded, my voice that of a madwoman. "Why the sudden change of heart now that I've spared you?" He asked the question as if I hadn't even spoken. My apparent terror did not seem to faze him either. I clung desperately to the railing, splinters digging into my flesh, pin-pricking a few sensitive areas and drawing blood. I saw the recognition on his face but he simply took me by the arm and hoisted me to my feet. My attempts to break free were in vain and eventually, annoyed I assume, he simply lifted me into his arms and carried me inside. I fought, kicking and screaming, but nothing seemed to help. He was impossibly strong and easily hauled me into the bed, tossing me down amidst the furs and sweet straw. "You are not strong enough to be up and about," he scolded. He sat down beside me and took my hands in his, looking down at my palms which were speckled with blood from the splinters. He leaned in and licked it up. The gesture was so precious, so adoring, a little sliver of me began to wonder if a monster could yet be turned to man. I did not retract my hands, instead waiting for him to release them, which he did after a moment of contemplation. "What is this," I asked. Instead of answering, he simply rose and walked out. After a few more days of rest, I was well enough to rise and explore. I'd been clothed in a more modest dress and gifted plenty of furs and a fine pair of boots to keep myself warm. It was much appreciated as the manor was cool, being right on the lake, despite the fact Winter had passed. The young girl who'd been feeding chickens had introduced herself as the daughter of the master. A vampire with children? Strange. I did not question further. She was a bright eyed young one and lively in conversation. Many times, I saw the vampire glare at her when their eyes met, but the moment she looked away, shamed, he gazed at her affectionately. I began to feel my way into their every day lives. I took on my own list of chores, relieving the master, his daughter, and his house-carl of tedious things such as cooking and cleaning. The only things I did not do were tend the animals and his armory. Weeks passed in this fashion, and even as my strength fully returned, I found myself making excuses to stay on. As I lay sprawled out on my bed one night, reading by the last shred of light through my window, and a very weak, dying candle, I heard his footsteps climbing the stairs to my loft bedroom. My heart quickened, despite my efforts to control it. I glanced up, trying to look as calm and unaffected as I could. I saw the glitter of amusement in his eyes as his head appeared behind the railing and my heart skipped a beat. He was just as gorgeous as the first day we met all that time ago in my hole in the mountain. I lay my book down and swallowed, trying to calm down. "Does the Master require anything?" I asked as calmly as I could muster. "Just some company on this cool, lonely night." His response sent a thrill of heat shooting through me. He had not made any advances since bringing me here, and yet, I still, somehow, secretly wished he would. I wanted to experience the heaven that had introduced us, and relive that beautiful dance of passion. "Are you happy here?" His voice shook me and I felt myself blush as my thoughts recoiled back to their dark depths of fantasy. "Of course, Master. Why wouldn't I be?" "How long do you plan to stay?" As always, as if I hadn't spoken more than what he expected, he threw the next question at me. "Am I no longer welcome?" My heart felt suddenly near breaking, but I swallowed again and waited. "You are always welcome here. You've been a great asset, and a joy to have. I was hoping to..." He trailed off. I had never seen this man nervous. I'd watch him battle dragons and drive giants off his land. Never had he even flinched, and sometimes, you could hear his laughter ringing off the mountains as he felled a foe. Now, he jammed his hand through his long hair, sighing heavily. "I want you to stay. I do not want you to move on. However," he rushed out, "if you have family, friends, obligations, I will not keep you here against your will. I leave the decision up to you." He rose to leave, and as the shock of his declaration wore off, I reached out and snatched his wrist, halting him. "I have nowhere else to go. This is the closest to a home I've ever had. If you will have me, I will stay." His silence stretched out so long, I feared I'd crossed a line, despite his invitation. He turned to me and I gasped as I saw the same hunger there that I'd been exposed to the night he'd first taken me. I retracted as he advanced, crawling onto the bed and backing me into a corner. The candle sputtered under the sheer tension as his predator's smile crept into his eyes and across his delicious mouth. I gulped as an image of this lips pressed against me flashed through my mind and I heated all over. "I'd hoped that would be your answer." His words were dark and husky as he brushed a strand of hair from my face. Then his lips were on mine, hard and violent. I pushed back, already feeling them swell from the pressure. His hands reached behind me and deftly untied my blouse, pulling it away from my full breasts. My thin breast wrap suddenly felt like a heavy weight on my chest and before he had a chance, I had it off and was naked from the waist up. The glow of the candle flickered over my skin, and I beamed at him, the flush of our kiss hot on my cheeks. He smiled approvingly and stood from his place on the bed. For a moment, my stomach fell as I thought he would leave, but then, he began undressing and I followed suit, slipping my dress to the floor, along with the last of my undergarments. Before I had a chance to fully admire his figure in the low light, he was looming over me, kissing me, his hand caressing my breast, occasionally flicking over the nipple. The hot little point budded eagerly at his touch and, feeling this, his lips left mine and leaned in to suckle eagerly. I moaned loudly and tangled my hands in his hair. His mouth moved over my flesh, expertly teasing it. His fingers found the warmth of my core and stroked it gently, coaxing it to a full and blazing flame of need and desire. I groaned, my nails finding the flesh of his broad shoulders and digging in mercilessly. My legs were spread wide to receive him and I heard his growl of need as he lifted his mouth to mine again. Without warning or hesitation, he was prodding me with his thick member, opening me wide as he fed inch after delicious inch into my dripping womanhood. Just when I thought he would split me in two, and that I would love every second of it, he hesitated. I opened my eyes, just realizing I'd closed them, and looked at the burning need in his own. I saw something else there too. I saw tenderness and care; maybe even... love? I gasped at the realization of this last one. "I need you," he whispered huskily. "I'll always need you. I don't want you to leave me. I will take care of you, and you shall want for nothing. Just give me the simple joy of always having your company." I inhaled deeply, the scent of our joining enthralling me, even as I tried to think clearly to give him an honest answer. He pressed a finger to my lips and started rocking his hips. I moaned loudly and rocked along with him. "Don't answer me now. Just know that the offer is there." With that, he let go and began pounding into me, hard and fast, with a need never before equaled. I felt a twinge of pride as I knew that I was the only one now to fill that need. I was even more determined to do so now that I understand the depth of the responsibility. I shoved against him, pulling him deeper and deeper into me, begging for more. Without warning, he pulled out. As I whimpered, he tapped my thigh, signalling for me to roll over. I was just getting adjusted when he grabbed hold of my thighs and lifted me into position, lining up with my core. Before I could say anything, he was inside me again, sliding in and out with ease. He leaned over and nibbled on my shoulder. Despite my previous reaction to being bitten, I shivered with excitement. His constant barrage built me quickly until I was teetering right on the edge, begging for release. Just then, he withdrew again. I whimpered loudly in protest, but he simply flipped me over again. He stared deeply into my eyes and the breath left me so quickly I gasped to regain it. At that very moment, he was inside me again, slowly torturing me with a slow, rhythmic pumping. I groaned with the agony of holding back my orgasm. He began growling, low and deep. I felt his rhythm increase as he began climbing to his own peak. I bit my lip, fighting back my excitement as I wanted to finish with him. He grabbed hold of my hips and my nails dug into his shoulders. He quickened his pace, pounding harder and faster until he let out a shout, releasing hot stream into me even as I screamed in the throes of my own orgasm, milking his cock as he drug it in and out of me. As he lay beside me, a few minutes later, I turned my head and smiled at him as he brushed stray locks of hair out of my sweat soaked face. Planting a kiss on his nose, I whispered, "I'm staying."