8 comments/ 5059 views/ 12 favorites Shadow's Touch By: RagusMaximus All character are over eighteen and are not based on any real people. This is my first erotic story ever as well as my first submission. Comments are appreciated. * "Fire!" An indeterminate call that can change everything. In one case, fire can be a call for help. A plea for aid in sparing lives and homes. Fire can also be a call to take a life away. When a gun barrel is pointing at another human being and the cry is raised, some poor soul is likely to go someplace they don't want to, no matter what scripture says on how nice it can be. The simple fact is that the word fire usually signifies a coming change. Whether it be the necessity to purchase a new microwave, or the first call to the mourning, "fire" changes everything. This is also true in the presence of the suffix d, which just so happens to the shift the word the past. This new form of the word means much to the once promising James Godrin as he stepped into his rathole of an apartment, situated in a middle of nowhere town in Michigan. "Fired." He quietly mumbles to himself as he tosses the keys to his Chevy POSat the rundown looking couch in his living room. Gently closing the door so as not to disturb his bitch of a landlady to whom he owed ever so much", James enters his apartment. Gods how he hated her, but he wasn't going to say anything because of his simple philosophy. Don't mess with A. people who handle your food; B. anything bigger than you; and C. anyone that can kick you out on your ass. This situation with his landlady appeared to bring the third condition to mind as he had already witnessed her eviction of two tenants this month. There was no way in the frigid depths of Hel that he was gonna get evicted in the middle of fucking winter. Although, come to think of it, with his recent termination of employment he wouldn't be able to pay the rent anyways. Well, that's neither here nor there. Looking around his apartment at what he guessed to be his yellow walls, although brown would be just as accurate, he can't help but think that at least he won't have to see this shithole again. Come to think of it, this place probably doesn't qualify for the grandiose title of a "shithole". The whole apartment consists of three rooms, two of which were the pitch black bedroom and the grungy bathroom. The third room of the apartment is a bastardized kitchen living room with the only thing of value being a small flat screen TV and a somewhat decent couch. Prostrating himself on said couch with an aura of misery, James tries to come to terms with his recent entry into unemployment. He had worked hard. He hadn't gotten on anyone's bad size. It was just more downsizing. Typical American company. Lying back with is sorrows as his only company, James is the picture of an everyday sob story. Or at least it looked that way until the shadows started moving. *** Just great. Just fucking great. I knew I should have stayed in college. Having had my fill of moping for the day, I take my head out of my hands and look around, only to find the shadows slowly moving towards me with reaching tendrils. With an exasperated sigh, I wave my hand in a shooing motion, causing the shadows to quickly recede. This is the point where I lose most people. Most people are fully capable of coping with concepts like wizards, warlocks, and demons, but apparently a little bit of shadow manipulation is too risqué for mainstream thought. Let me make it simple for you. You know all of those fears that you had about the dark as a child. Apparently those were well founded. It turns out that there are a lot of nasty things that lie in wait in the darkness. Before you ask, yes. All of the standard creatures of mythology exist. There are wizards, warlocks, werewolves, vampires, demons, fiends, spirits, various undead, faeries, and all other manner of creatures. As you can see, there are a lot of nasty things out there, and nearly all of them are deadly. For example, your basic faerie is a nice little flying woman with a great figure and a cheery disposition. They are quite playful up until the point where they chop you up and use you as fertilizer for their home tree. Yea. Real Walt Disney material. With so many, monsters in the world, it should come as no surprise that there are also hunters. The Nephilim. Pompous spawn of angels and human women. The irony of the matter is that by fornicating with women, the angels become cast out of Heaven. Remember that the next time a Nephilim tries to lord its heritage over you. But on to the point. The Nephilim like to see themselves as a police force, but in reality they're more like the Nazi SS. Torture, murder, genocide. You name it. They've done it. So in reality, the hunters are just as bad as the monsters. Taken all together, the world is a cold dark place, which is perfectly fine with me. You might be wondering what I am at this point. I'm what I like to refer to as a shadow mage. Admittedly, I'm the only one that would refer to me as such, but it is much nicer than what others would call me. Referring to yourself as a dark reaper is not exactly a way to get people on your side. I don't see why people hate us so much. I mean, modern society will romanticize werewolves and wizards and their ilk, but anyone that can do what I do is automatically a villain. I'll admit that some of the bad-rep is deserved, but it's not my fault that I'm the way I am. A little knowledge into the abilities and history of shadow mages might help you understand. First off, shadow mages gain their power from the fear of others. I know. I know. It pretty bad, but the fact is that there is a lot of power in fear and someone would use it even if I didn't. It's not like I go out of my way to terrify people. Well, some of my ancestors might of but that really isn't important. So, using this power, shadow mages can manipulate the shadows around them, forcing them to do what we want. This can range from darkening a room to actually giving physical substance to the shadow and shaping something from it. This usually entails some sort of automaton which is used as protection for its creator. This may sound sinister, but it's really overrated. An undying soldier made out of pure shadow and infused with fear isn't as bad as it sounds. The shadows can also be shaped into weapons with extreme lethality. However, this isn't practiced often as there is a high chance that anyone who picks up one of the weapons will immediately die. Other than that, shadow mages can manipulate the shadows to do what most other mages and wizards can do. They can form shields, strike from a distance, render themselves invisible, the usual things. A little history might be necessary at this point. Shadow mages have a long and rich history filled with kings, princesses, dragons, and fame. However, this history generally involves one of us killing the kings, stealing the princess, releasing the dragon, and I really should have said infamy instead of fame. Unlike the general assortment of monsters and mages, shadow mages didn't always exist. We kind of popped onto the scene sometime around the third century. The interesting thing is that there has never been more than two shadow mages at one time. This is probably because unlike other mystical talents, it is solely a family trait, and my family has a long history of only ever having one kid. So my family slowly worked its way through history killing and stealing from anyone we could until someone seemed to take notice in the ranks of the Nephilim. This happened sometime around the crusades as the Nephilim were at the top of their power amidst the ranks of the Templars. All of a sudden, a bounty was put out on any shadow mage. They even offered amnesty to the monsters they were sworn to kill if they would only bring one of us to them. So my family went even further into hiding, which is saying something for a bunch of assassins. So centuries go by and the Nephilim don't give up. Every once and a while they would find the families' hide-out and force us to flee. So, my great grandfather comes along 70 years ago and decides to fight back. He waltzes into the North American headquarters of the Nephilim, which just so happens to be located in Salem, and starts killing anyone that comes near him. Eventually they manage to bring him down with one too many arrows. The next thing my grandfather knows, not only have the Nephilim declared war on shadow mages, but the rest of the supernatural community has declared war on us as well. So, my grandfather goes even deeper into hiding. He stops using his ability. He becomes a regular-Joe. He gets married has a kid and dies. My father comes along and does the same thing and here I am today, possessed of a vast amount of power, but afraid to use it lest I be hunted down and killed. Just fucking great. So, back to the present. Here I am, waving off the shadows, sulking in my depression until it suddenly hits me. Shadows don't just move on their own. So I look back over to where they had been and all of a sudden there is this drop dead gorgeous babe staring back at me. She has the darkest skin I had ever seen. I don't mean Florida tan dark. I mean if she was any darker, I would think someone had cut a whole out of my wall and placed in a backdrop of night. Looking at her from my vantage point on the couch, I guess that she stands 5'4'' with a nice slender build with curves in all the right places. And did I mention that she was completely naked. Her breasts look like a perfect handful, standing proudly out from her body as if mocking gravity. Her areolas mar disrupt her otherwise unblemished skin with their slightly lighter shade of darkness. I can feel myself getting hard as I keep giving her a look over. A light bush appears between her legs, being nearly indistinguishable from her pitch black skin. My eyes travel over her wide hips and down her perfect legs before they travel back up and over her perfectly flat stomach before once more settling on her gorgeous mounds. Eventually, I force myself to look up at her face and just as suddenly as my erection had grown it went away. Don't get me wrong. She had a beautiful face, angular like a European model, but there is something about to blood red eyes staring back at you that can kill any hard-on. So, here I am staring at this drop-dead gorgeous babe with blood red eyes and full red lips that seem to be smirking at me, and all I can think is that I should probably pick my jaw off the floor before something decides it would make a nice winter home. In a futile attempt to save some grace and pretend that I hadn't just molested her with my eyes, I quickly turn away. Of course, I am now staring directly at the cushion of the couch and feeling like an idiot, but I definitely prefer this position to possibly insulting a woman who was most definitely not human. "Why did you look away?" I hear a hauntingly beautiful voice that invokes images of shadows creeping into a room. Mustering what remained of my self-control I manage to stammer out, "I didn't want to be disrespectful." "Well. It's a little late if you're trying to be a gentleman," she responds with a hint of humor in her voice, "Anyway, I enjoyed you looking at me." Hearing the invitation in her voice and being unable to help myself, I look back at her. Drinking in every inch of her with my eyes as if I was a man dying of thirst, I behold what surely must be perfection incarnate. Unable to help myself, I stammer, "You are so incredibly beautiful." "Why thank you James. You're not too bad yourself." Despite the gorgeous woman in front of me seeming to draw every ounce of my will from me, I hear warning bells go off in my head as she says my name. Coming back from the lust filled world which my mind had momentarily gone off to, I leap from the bed and back up into the center of the room, barely managing to avoid my TV along the way. Instincts kick in as I reach for the shadows drawing them to me and forming them into a pair of imposing spears leveled directly at my visitor. "Stay back or I will put you down." "Mhmm," she purrs seductively making my knees suddenly weak, "You know just how to treat a girl." She quickly closes the gap between us in a series of bouncing steps that cause her to jiggle in a most inviting way. Walking through my spears of shadowstuff as if they were no more than puffs of smoke, she quickly reaches me, takes hold of my neck and draws me into a soul searing kiss. All of my resistance flies out the window at that moment as I completely give myself over to the feelings that this ebony goddess evokes in me. Taking some of the initiative, I bring my arms around her, one going high to hold onto her dark tresses while the other moves low for sweet temptation. Grasping her wonderful cheek firmly in my hand I bring her as close to my body as I physically can while still wearing clothes. By this point my cock is practically bursting through my jeans poking into her flat stomach as we continue our passionate kiss. Her hands suddenly change position as she takes hold of my shoulders and drags me back to the coach. She quickly lays down, pulling me on top of her as we stay firmly pressed together. Unable to hold back, I move my hands from her perfect body, ripping at the bottom of my shirt in my haste to be closer to her. I break the kiss for the moment it takes to hastily tear off my shirt exposing my muscular chest and lightly toned abs. Diving back into the kiss once more, my mouth opens and our tongues dance between our mouths in heated passion. Breaking the kiss once more, I move down her body, taking her tits in hand and mauling them as I passionately kiss her neck. Moving down once more, I take her left breast into my mouth, eliciting a moan from her in response. Grinning with my lips locked around her nipple, I lightly bite down, causing her to moan even louder as she runs her hands through my hair. After a moment, she seems to have her fill of foreplay as she brings my head back up, continuing our lip-lock once again as she reaches down and undoes my belt in a flurry of motion. Just as swiftly, my pants come off and I am left in just my boxers as we continue to revel in each other. Breaking my concentration for a moment, her hand snakes into my boxers, grasping my member firmly as she begins to slide her hand up and down my length. Unable to control myself any longer, I pull my boxers down past my knees before I manage to kick them off in haste. All the while, her hand never leaves my member. Knowing that I am ready and showing me that she is too, she spreads her legs and brings the head to her entrance. We break the kiss and our eyes lock as my muscles tense. In one smooth motion, I thrust into her and her blood red eyes flash as she screams in ecstasy. The feeling of her sheath surrounding me is incredible as her warm passage grasps my member as if it never intended to let it go again. But it must, as I slowly pull it back out until only the tip is left in before I powerfully thrust all of the way back into her. Tapping into the hidden reservoir of energy in my twenty year old body, I begin to thrust into her as if there would be no tomorrow. Each thrust is accompanied by the sound of our bodies slapping together as she pulls herself upwards to meet each of my thrusts, increasing the power of our joining. I look down between us to watch as my white member thrusts between her ebony lips creating such a delicious contrast that it seems to enhance the vigor with which I thrust into her. Looking back up at her, I see a look of such pure desire in her eyes that I can't resist as I pull her into another passionate kiss. I begin to feel my climax build as she runs her hands over my back. I'm amazed that I have lasted this long with such an incredible woman underneath me but I don't question my good fortune. Looking for a sign that she too is getting close, I receive it as she begins to rake her nails down my back, delivering an incredible combination of pleasure and pain as I grow ever closer to my peak. Just as I don't think that I can last any longer, she screams out in sheer pleasure and I gasp as her muscles begin to contract around my length, drawing it in and milking it for all that it is worth. With a soundless yell, my seed shoots into her, filling her completely. With each new spurt, I grow weaker as the last of my energy drains away. I quickly lean to the side so that I won't crush her as we both pass into sleep. *** I wake up to a gentle kiss on the lips. Opening my I eyes, I see the beautiful woman that I had just made love to lying underneath me. I almost can't believe that it had just happened but our still joined sexes serve as testament to what we had done. With a grin, I lean down and kiss her again as she slowly turns me on my side along with her, being careful to keep us joined. The reality of the situation begins to kick in as I look at her and begin to think once more. "This is so crazy," I manage to whisper to her, "I don't even know your name." "It's Elia," she whispers back as she brings me back for another kiss. Suddenly feeling shy even though we are joined by our sexes I begin to blush as I realize what I have to tell her. "Elia...," I hesitate as I being, "You were my first." I watch as her eyes light up and she pulls me to her tightly wrapping me in her arms as I do the same. Laying there, we slowly fall asleep in each other's arms. Just before I fade into the oblivion of sleep, my lips twist up and the corners and I whisper, "Elia." *** I wake up to the sensation of an empty bed. A sigh of frustration escapes my lips as I realize that the events of the previous night hadn't happened. I mean how could they? Absolutely gorgeous women don't just pop out of nowhere to have sex with you. I know that there is magic and all types of weird things in the world, but things like what I dreamed about do not just happened. With another sigh in commemoration of how pathetic I must be to be having those types of dreams, I open my eyes to the pitch black of my bedroom. I take a moment and just lay there, enjoying the feeling of being nowhere in the world. Being able to manipulate shadows might be fun and all, but I had learned that after the first hundred or so times, you really get tired of them. It's like working with food. After you've done so for a while, there is no way in hell that you will eat the stuff you worked with. The only problem with this is that there are shadows everywhere. Anywhere there is light, there is going to be a shadow. It is as simple as that. So the only way to avoid them is to get rid of the light. To that end, I had completely redone my bedroom in an attempt to eliminate all forms of light. Blankets over the window, dresser in front of the window, empty light sockets, the whole ten yards. I don't even have a TV or a power-strip in my room just so there aren't those little red lights anywhere. All in all, my room is as black as you can possibly make it. Of course, I realize that I am fooling myself. The very fact that the light from outside is being blocked means that my room is actually one big shadow. But that isn't important. What is important is that I don't have to see it. Drawing the single sheet from my body, I slowly get out of bed and move towards the bathroom door. Knowing where all of the hidden obstacles in my room are, I quickly traverse the bedroom to the somewhat clean bathroom. Flipping on the light switch, I turn and look at myself in the mirror. Brown eyes, check. Short brown hair, check. Rough beard stubble, check. Two eyes, two ears, one nose, one mouth, all check. And the piece de resistance, an uneven scar along my right jawline, check. I got the scar two years ago when I was still in college. Apparently getting drunk and showing off a little when you are being hunted by demented killers isn't a good idea. It wasn't anything major. It was just a little darkening of the room with a slight amount of intimidation mixed in. Nothing that would really be noticeable. The only problem is that about one in ten college students isn't exactly human. Not really surprising. There are always those people at college that give you the creeps or those guys that you won't even walk near. Well, surprise. Those aren't the monsters. Those are just normal people that you don't like. The real monsters are the people that draw all of the attention. The athletes, the frat guys, even the nerds. Anyone that is really good at something to the point of people taking notice is usually a monster. Shadow's Touch The reason that the monsters are there in the first place is because college campuses are like giant buffets to predators. What do you get when you take a insecurity, mix it with hormones, and add a splash of alcohol? A lot of people that will do anything to fit in. This makes it prime territory for anything that is remotely predatory. So, back to the story. So there I was, drunk out of my mind, trying to play the macho guy by putting a little scare into some of the competition, and the next thing I know, I'm face down on the ground with a huge cut on my jaw and a Changeling standing over me. Now, you probably don't know exactly what a Changeling is. It's essentially the big brother of the chameleon. Man-sized, reptilian, and a penchant for illusion, the Changeling can blend in anywhere. Unfortunately for my face, the disguise is only an illusion. They don't actually replace the serrated scales along their fingers with nice smooth skin. So I'm drunk out of my mind, on the ground, bleeding everywhere, with a giant lizard standing over me getting ready to finish the job. Without thinking, which should be pretty obvious because I was fairly wasted, I reacted. I quickly grabbed the nearest shadows, shaped them into something really pointy, and skewered the oversized iguana on a stick of shadow. Of course at this point, there's blood flying everywhere and the place is a mess. Not knowing that I was the one responsible, a friend of mine picks me off and takes me quickly to his car so we can get away. To make a long story short, I stopped going to college and moved to a different town with the scar on my jaw serving as the only reminder of my days in college. Drawing out of my reverie, I splash some water on my face and head to the living room/kitchen. I open the door and stop dead in my tracks as I see the women from the night before rifling through my fridge, still completely naked. Quickly trying to regroup, I start to slowly close the door in the hopes that she didn't notice me. Too late. "Don't you have anything to eat in here?" she yells back without turning to look at me. Knowing that the jig is up, I open the door and walk over to my couch, laying my head in my hands. Not hearing a response she turns around to regard me. "I asked you if you had anything to eat in this apartment." Free of the hormonal overload of the night before, I manage to look up at her while suppressing the urges emanating from a level below my waistline. Knowing that she wouldn't take silence as an answer I manage to stammer out a response. "Not really. I wasn't expecting anyone." Proud of myself for being able to manage even that in such a traumatic situation, I place my head back in my hands and let out a groan of frustration. "Well that's too bad. You know. You really aren't much of a mage if you don't mind me saying. Most of you would either be looking for a way to kill me or for a way out by now." My only response to this is a slight shake of my head as I try to sort through all that is happening to me. "You're acting like you didn't have the time of your life last night. I mean what way is this to treat a girl. Ravish her one night then completely ignore her in the morning." Turning to her once again, I find myself unable to look away again. With her hand on her hip and her head cocked to the side with her lips upturned at the corner, she looks completely comfortable in her blatant sexuality. The silence continues to stretch as she doesn't move an inch, allowing me the full, unobstructed view of her ebon majesty. Seeming to have her fill of my silence, she moves forward, kneels down, and kisses me with the same ferocity that she had last night. After nearly a minute of uninterrupted kissing, she releases the kiss, allowing me to finally draw in breath. Wheezing for breath, I barely manage to look at her and see the twinkle in her blood red eyes. "I figured something had your tongue, so I should get it back. Did it help?" "Uh....Ye-," I manage to catch myself as my voice catches, "Yes. Yes it helped very much." "Anytime," she responds, placing a more chaste kiss on my lips. Turning back around to continue her search of the fridge, she gives me a full on view of her bent over ass. If I hadn't already sated my urges for likely a month the night before, I would have gotten right up and taken her again. With this thought in mind, my body begins to respond, and I realize that I am completely naked as well. Knowing that there is nothing that I can do about it without drawing her attention back to me, I lay back and try to refocus. This suddenly becomes very hard, as she plops down on my stomach forcing the air from me. Giggling softly, she leans down and lays her head in the crook of my shoulder. "Since you don't seem to have any food, I was wondering what you wanted to do. I know what I want to do, but I figured that I would let you decide." Saying this she reaches back and grabs my member, stroking it slowly several times. Knowing from last night's experience that there is no point in resisting, I pull her head over and begin kissing her again. We continue like this for several minutes with her lubricating my stomach as she gradually moves forward and back. Suddenly, she breaks the kiss and leans back, not letting go of my member as she does. "I think we should move this into the bedroom. Don't you?" Standing up, she forces me to follow her as she doesn't let go. Moving through the door, she closes it behind us, leaving us in the pitch black. That is, it would have been pitch black if her blood red eyes hadn't begun to glow as soon as she had closed the door. When I say blood red eyes, I don't mean just the pupils. I'm taking about everything. Just one solid orb of red. But at the moment, her eyes and how they glow doesn't really matter as she is holding the one thing that is doing all of my thinking at the moment. Drawing me over to the bed, she pulls back the covers and lays me down. She quickly follows and places herself back where she had been moments before. Lifting up slightly, she places me at her entrance and moves the head around, effectively lubricating it. Our eyes locked together, she slowly pushes the head between the lips of her sex. I instantly see stars as her walls squeeze tightly around my most sensitive parts. The heat is almost unbearable as she continues to lower herself onto me. With a final effort, her tight passage fully encompasses my length as she comes to rest on my thighs. At this point, my brain finally manages to restart and I place my hands on top of her thighs, holding her down just as she tries to rise. I see an inquisitive look cross her features in the light of her eyes as I stop her from continuing. "I can't do this," I manage to blurt out, berating myself even as I say it, "I don't even know who or what you are." "Who is easy. You already know my name is Elia," she says as she begins to grind against me, "What I am is a Shade." Hearing her words, my breath catches slightly. At this point in time, I would be feeling fear if I could. Fortunately, a side effect of feeding off of fear is that you don't experience that emotion. However, extreme pessimism serves in its place, and the certainty that I am going to die breaks into my conscious. The problem is a certain party of my anatomy chooses to ignore that fact and slowly begins to press more firmly into her. Noticing my movements, she takes my hands off her hips, not having to really try as the strength had already left them. Rising up, she moves until only the tip remains inside, before quickly dropping back down. She does this for several seconds before my brain comes to an agreement that we can worry about it later, but for now we should listen to reason and fuck her brains out. Taking the initiative, I grab her hips as she rises up once more. Quickly, I thrust forward as I pull her down, bringing us together with such force that I feel my tip hit the back of her tunnel. With the most incredible sensations radiating throughout my body, I lift her up again only to pull her back into my body. My rhythm is soon established as I take what is offered to me. Opening my eyes after I realize that I had them closed, I look up at her beautiful face to see a look that I don't recognize in her eyes. It quickly passes through my mind as I continue to thrust for all that I am worth in an attempt to bring us even closer together than we already are. She soon begins to moan as she throws her head back in ecstasy, throwing her hair back to trail across the skin of my thighs. I realize that I too have begun to moan, but they are more than moans. They are primal grunts of shear carnal lust. As she bounces along my length I feel her begin to contract, as an earth shattering orgasm rips through her, steeling her senses as she falls onto my chest. Amazing even myself, I continue thrusting into her, holding her against my body all the while. Lifting her head to face mine, I watch as she slowly begins to return to consciousness as her lips curve up in a permanent smile. Unable to resist, I bring those succulent lips to mine, pressing her even closer to my body as I continue to plunder her depths. Our tongues come out to explore each other's mouths as we each let out primal noises of passion. I begin to feel her giving way to another orgasm as mine swiftly approaches. She screams into my mouth at the top of her lungs as she lets loose in a torrent of fluids all over my bed and myself as she climaxes once again. Unable to bear the sudden increase in pressure, my length expands and I release into her depths. Spurt after spurt batters the walls of her vagina as I spend my seed inside of her. After nearly thirty seconds of this, I run out of essence and fall from the high of sensation. Just as my wits begin to desert me, I feel her teeth puncture the skin of my neck. *** You may think that controlling shadows is the best part of my ability. You'd be wrong. The best part of being what I am is that I don't experience fear. I mean, it only makes sense seeing as I feed off of fear. How could my abilities properly function if I felt fear while I was feeding off the fear of others. As an extension of feeling fear, I don't get nervous. You might think that this is pretty awesome. I don't have stage fright. I'm not nervous when I approach women. But you have to remember that everything comes with a price. In my case, it is an extreme amount of pessimism. So instead of not being afraid to ask the woman out, I just won't ask her out because I know I'll get turned down. It doesn't matter if I'm right or not. I'll never know. All I know is that nobody likes being rejected. Even if it were a 50/50, I would still not do it because there is a chance of discomfort. However, there is a plus side to this pessimism. Knowing that the worst will happen, when you get a chance to do something that you want to do, you take it. This is why I didn't hesitate when I got the opportunity with Elia. I knew that if she wanted to do something to me, she would do it. I decided that if I was going to die, I might as well have some fun before I do. What I didn't expect was to wake up again. Almost immediately after blacking out, I wake up to a sharp pinching sensation in my neck. Suddenly, the pinching sensation gives way to blossoming pain as my skin gives way to her teeth. Reacting on instinct, I throw my hands forward, pushing her off of me and off the bed. Feeling a warm sensation creeping down my neck, I reach up to feel the bite wound. Instead of a pair of puncture marks like most people would expect after just getting bitten by something supernatural, I find what I can best describe as a big, bloody hicky. Covering up the wound quickly, I look over to where I threw her, seeing her getting back to her feet in the light of her eyes. "Hey," she says, "what was that for?" "What was that for? What was that for!?!" I yell, "You bit me!" "Well whos fault is that?" Giving her the most incredulous look I can muster, I feel my blood rising in anger. "It's obviously your fault. YOU. BIT. ME. I didn't do that. You do that. Why on earth would you do that." With a hrmph, she turns her back on me and mutters, "You're the one who didn't have any food in the fridge. I needed something to eat, and seeing as you're the reason why I'm hungry, I decided to get that food from you." "How does that rationalize you biting me? I thought you said you were a Shade." Suddenly, her upset look gives way to a look of pure mirth. The look gives way to a strong laugh as she bends over double. All I can do is look back at her with shear confusion plastered to my face as she revels in her mirth. Slowly, her laughter recedes as she takes deep breaths to recover. "You really don't know the first thing about shades do you?" she manages to say around deep breaths, "How can you be a reaper and not know anything about shades?" I wince as I hear the last part, trying hard not to be phased too much by her calling me a reaper. Mustering my courage, I quickly run through all that I know about shades. "Shades are creatures born of darkness. They are much the same as demons in some way. They feed on the fear of the living before they kill them. That's what I know about shades." With a look to mirror my own moments before, she replies, "Would you like me to refer to you and your species as they when I'm talking to you? Didn't think so. You have most of that right, but do you know how we kill our victims? We cause their hearts to give out from shear panic. Which means, I obviously can't kill you that way because you don't feel fear." "Well you still haven't answered why you bit me. And don't tell me that it was because you were hungry, because I know that is a lie." "I bit you because I needed to finish the binding." Realizing that she had said too much, she quickly stops and shuts her mouth. In an almost obvious to shift my attention, she grabs the covers and gets into the bed with me again, snuggling up against my side. With the bite still fresh on my neck, I slide away from her getting space before I turned to talk to her. "What do you mean binding?" Looking like she'd just got caught with her hand in the cookie jar, she answers, "I figured since you couldn't seem to keep your hands off of me, you wouldn't mind that much. I thought you wouldn't want to be disturbed." "First off. You're the one that can't keep her hands off of me. Secondly, you haven't answered my question. And what does not being disturbed have to do with it." "I thought that since you were enjoying yourself, you wouldn't mind if I bound us to each other. I figured that a binding would be a good way to keep anything from getting between us." With a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, I ask, "Did you finish the binding." A nod. "How long does it last?" "Forever. That's the point of a binding. But don't look at it like it's a bad thing. I mean you won't be able to be with any other women, but I'll always be with you." With this, she slides over to me, molding to my side. Allowing her to do so, I feel every curve of her body as it settles against me. Checking my neck, I feel that the bleeding has stopped. With a sigh of resignation I turn to face her. Might as well make the most of it. Reaching behind her, I pull her lips to mine. Unlike our other kisses, this one was gentle and searching, like one soul reaching for its partner. But what it lacked in energy, it more than made up for in passion. I wrap my hands behind her lower back, pulling her even closer to my body as we continue to kiss. It doesn't escape my notice that my member is poking into her stomach, but she ignores it as we continue to trade tender kisses. Finally breaking the kiss, I move my lips to her neck, beginning a trail of kisses along the line of her neck and her shoulder. I continue to trail kisses as I work my way over the hollow of her neck. My attention quickly turns to her breasts as my lips move along her ebon skin. Moving slowly between her breasts, I reach behind her and caress her back, being careful only to use my fingertips. Finally, I move to the side and gently take her nipple into my mouth, flicking it gently with my tongue. Her back arches as I lightly apply pressure with my teeth, causing her already hard nipples to extend further. Continuing like this for a while, my hands move to cup the sides of her breasts as I trail my fingers over her sensitive skin. Leaving my hands to continue playing with her breasts, I move my lips downwards, pausing briefly to shower her naval with kisses. My hands move from her breasts then as I shift my body between her legs as I lay her on her back. Softly gripping her legs, I move downwards along her thigh, careful to avoid her most sensitive area. Moving down, I make my way to her feet before trailing kisses back up. This time my lips move to the inside of her thighs. Unable to wait any longer, Elia begins to fight against my hands as she works to bring my lips closer to her sex. Holding her down more forcibly than before, I continue to trail kisses along the inside of her thigh until I reach the point of joining. Inhaling her aroma, I smile to myself as I move towards the prize. She doesn't resist as I pull her legs apart, sensing that I am ending her wait. Impatient myself, I quickly move forward and place a gentle kiss on the folds of her sex. Her soft gasp serves as encouragement as I gently kiss all over her lips. Pulling her lips apart, I change tactics, beginning to gently lap at the inner folds of her most sensitive place. Avoiding her sensitive nub for the moment, I pull the lips of her sex into my mouth, gently pulling them out. I move back to gently licking between the lips as I work my way towards her waiting hole. Reaching it, I begin first by moving my tongue around the edge, delighting in the taste of her juices. Pulling my face farther between her legs, I begin to gently push my tongue into her waiting hole. Her gentle coos of pleasure cause me to swell with pride as I continue to push into her. I move my tongue back to gently lap at her folds as I move my finger between her folds. I hear her gasp as I push my finger into her yearning hole. Curling it, I begin to gradually move it back and forth, causing her to moan loudly. As her back begins to arch with each caress of my tongue and movement of my finger, I move to attack the nub. Starting with a gentle kiss, I feel her buck beneath me. Knowing that she is close, I begin to lap at her nub as I move my finger more vigorously. Just as I sense her tense up, I remove my finger and replace it with my mouth. Suddenly, she screams in ecstasy and floods my mouth with her sweet nectar. Drinking it in, I continue to lap at her sex. Sensing that her climax has run its course, I move back up her body. Staring into her eyes, I decide that maybe it won't be so bad to be bound to her. The look of pure adoration in her eyes as she smiles at me causes feelings to stir in me that I had thought long gone. Unable to look away, I stare deep into the solid orbs of her eyes. Slowly, she reaches forward, firmly grasping my member. I see an unknown look come into her eyes again as she brings my length to her entrance. Taking over from there, I slowly enter her, loving the display of emotion with each new inch. Finally bottoming out, I continue to stare into her eyes, trying to convey my emotions to her as she conveys hers to me. Knowing that eventually I will have to move, I slowly draw out of her feeling pure ecstasy as her tunnel fights against the pull of my length. After pulling half way out, I move back in just as slowly, loving the feeling of our bodies sliding against one another. We continue at this pace, continuing to stare into each other's eyes as we share something beyond the physical. After an unknowable amount of time, I begin to pick up speed, bringing our bodies together more quickly. Just as the pleasure of the moment becomes too much to bare, I feel her contract around me, sending both of us into climax. After we come down from the height, I roll onto my back, bringing her with me until she is lying against my side. All the while, I keep my eyes locked with hers. Shadow's Touch Knowing that I have to say something after such a wondrous thing, I whisper to her, "I think I could see being with you forever."