Blood And Soul - Vampire Crusader Part 7

"More of a continuance of the game. Venus, knowing Vulcan's adoration and respect of her, has challenged him to tie her up and make her come."

A thrill coursed through Marie. Her nipples and c.l.i.t tingled at the thought of being bound with silk. But what were the bottles for? "I'm sure he doesn't need to tie her up to make her come, but I love the idea. Could we leave the blindfold off this time?

You have me curious, Fire G.o.d."

"Your desire is mine." Taking a strip of satin, he grasped her wrist and pressed a tender kiss to her palm. The binding slid around her wrist and he tied her arm above her head, not tightly enough to cause any discomfort, but enough to ensure she couldn't free herself.

He repeated the action, kiss included, on her other hand. Moving to her foot, he kissed and caressed it before tying her ankle to the bedpost. Marie's heart throbbed with antic.i.p.ation. d.a.m.n, this was so s.e.xy! The silk actually felt good against her skin, and his kisses on her hands and feet drove her wild. Her p.u.s.s.y ached for him so much. Though the two o.r.g.a.s.ms she'd already experienced had been wonderful, she wanted him to ram his c.o.c.k deep inside her and thrust until she exploded. Then she wanted to feel his muscles tense and hear his excited breathing as he came. She wanted to be filled with his creamy essence. If she decided to become a vampire, they would have centuries to play like this. A ripple of pure pleasure coursed through her at that thought. s.e.x with Charles for centuries. Something told her no matter how long they had, it still wouldn't be enough. This man was part of her soul.

"Marie, my love." He knelt on the bed beside her, stroking her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and belly. She was fully exposed to him, her b.r.e.a.s.t.s thrust high, her legs spread, her delicate folds of moist flesh completely at his mercy. Sitting there, he did appear as she would imagine a fire G.o.d to look. So big and beautifully muscled, his scarred flesh reminding her of leaping flames. The man simply oozed s.e.x appeal. Nothing could ever change that. Such quality emanated from within. It was evident in his scorching gaze. It shone in every powerful yet graceful movement of his giant body. It echoed in the deep, soothing tone of his voice.

Squirming with sudden need, Marie glanced at the bottles on the nightstand. "What's in them?"

He took one and removed the cap, spraying a wonderfully scented creamy substance on her nipple. Bending, he licked it off. "Banana split." He sprayed some on his finger and held it to her lips.

She licked it, savoring the tasty cream almost as much as the sensation of his flesh against her tongue. She ran the tip of her tongue along the length of his finger, then dipped it between the webbing. She moved to his other fingers. Delight raced through her when he closed his eyes and groaned with pleasure. When she finally stopped, he opened his eyes and gazed at her with enough heat to burn her up then and there.

"When you untie me, I'm going to lick your c.o.c.k as thoroughly as I just licked your hand."

"Now you almost tempt me to rush."

"It's about time!"

"Just a little more."

She laughed, writhing as he sprayed the flavored cream all over her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and belly. It was a little cool. Gooseb.u.mps rose on her skin, but his lips and tongue were soon warming her from the tops of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s to just below her navel. By the time he reached her c.l.i.t and began lapping it with fervor, she was just about ready to come again. This time, he mounted her, sliding his big, hard c.o.c.k deep inside her. Marie arched, straining against the bonds. How she longed to wrap her arms and legs around him!

"Come for me, my beauty," he purred close to her ear. His hips thrust fast and steady. Slick with her juices, his c.o.c.k slid in and out of her p.u.s.s.y. His b.a.l.l.s tapped against her, echoing the rhythm of his hips.

"Oh, Charles. Oh!" Her voice rose and her entire body trembled as she neared her climax. Suddenly he reached up and ripped her bonds loose. She clung to him tightly as she came. Waves of marvelous pleasure broke over her. Never had Marie felt such an intense o.r.g.a.s.m. It was absolutely wonderful.

As she lay, panting, her heartbeat slowly returning to normal, he slipped from her and removed the bonds on her feet. Kissing his way up the length of one leg, he paused at her c.l.i.t and ran his tongue down each side of the supersensitive flesh. Marie groaned. The touch was gentle, yet she was so stimulated it was almost painful. She wanted to be wrapped in his arms with him buried inside her again. It felt so cold and lonely without him.

"My love." He kissed her and rolled onto his back, tugging her atop him.

Straddling him, she lowered herself onto his rock-hard c.o.c.k. Her eyes closed. Inch by wonderful inch, she filled herself with him.

Opening her eyes partway, she gazed at him while rocking atop him. His hands slid over her waist and traced the shape of her belly and b.r.e.a.s.t.s. His neck arched as his pa.s.sion grew. The ma.s.sive expanse of his chest rose and fell as his breathing deepened and he drew sips of air through parted lips.

"Come for me again, Marie. Use me for your pleasure."

Trembling, she slowed her movements, then quickened them, hoping to make him lose control before she did. She wanted to make him fling her onto her back and drink her blood while thrusting inside her. She should have known it was impossible, at least while she was still human. With his vampiric stamina, no matter how aroused he was, he would out-last her.

Why was she even trying? Here was the man she loved, the one who turned her on like no one ever had, and she was holding back? Groaning and gasping with pleasure, she rode him in a frenzy.

"Oh, Charles! It feels so good! I've wanted this for so long!"

He growled deep in his chest and gripped her hips a bit harder, his own thrusting up to meet her. Panting, she rocked faster. Almost, almost, almost - With a cry of raw pa.s.sion, she came, moaning and panting, her inner muscles clamping hard around his c.o.c.k.

He released a savage growl and flung her onto her back. Marie clung to him with her arms and legs, murmuring encouragement as he thrust fast and hard, rekindling her pa.s.sion. She was going to come again, and this time would be earth shattering.

Charles's ragged breathing echoed in her ear. His lips moved to her neck, his tongue flicking over the flesh as he continued his wild thrusting. o.r.g.a.s.m rocked Marie from head to toe. Her vision blackened and she was lost in wave upon wave of ecstasy. Through the incredible pleasure, she felt him pierce her throat. His entire body tensed. Lapping and groaning, he shot his essence into her, longer and harder than she would have expected, even from a vampire.

Finally he rolled onto his back and dragged her close to his side. Marie rested her head against his warm, hard chest and sighed with fulfillment. Beneath her cheek, his heartbeat slowed to its normal vampiric rhythm.

"I love you so much, Charles."

"I love you, too, my beautiful Marie."

Chapter Six.

Marie stretched, a smile on her lips, and kicked away the sheets wrapped around her feet. Reaching for the empty bed beside her, she buried her face in Charles's pillow and inhaled his scent.

After clicking on the lamp beside the bed, she stood and walked to the window. Parting the curtains, she gazed at the dark sky and streetlights glistening below. A glance at the clock told her it was seven in the evening. She walked to the bathroom where a note was stuck in the mirror's frame. Charles wrote that he had gone for a workout and would be back to share breakfast with her. Breakfast just after dusk. It was like old times.

She glanced over the toiletries and smiled when she found coconut scented shampoo, conditioner, and soap. He had even provided her with a new toothbrush and a bottle of her favorite perfume. Coconut scented bubble bath rested on the edge of the sunken tub.

After was.h.i.+ng up, she combed her hair and returned to the bedroom. Searching through the closet, she was surprised to find a silky pink robe with a matching lace nightgown, a gray and white flowered sundress, jeans, and a jade green peasant-style s.h.i.+rt, all in her size. Her heart warmed with affection. Charles had planned this meeting to the last detail. Slipping on the robe, she sat at the breakfast table and awaited his return.

Moments later he stepped into the room wearing blue jogging pants and a sweat soaked tank top. Her heartbeat quickened with l.u.s.t just looking at his gorgeous body and sultry eyes. In the lamplight, the scars were a little more p.r.o.nounced than in the soft candlelight of the previous evening. She hoped he didn't misread the intensity of her stare.

"Thanks for the note." Smiling, she approached him and slipped her arms around his neck. His palms slid up her back, their heat seeping through the robe. Burying his face in her neck, he kissed the flesh, his beard tickling her. She entangled her fingers in his damp hair and closed her eyes, loving the marvelous sensation of being in his arms. "And for the clothes and the perfume."

"You're welcome." He covered her mouth with his.

Marie clung to him. How she loved the taste and feel of him!

When the kiss broke, he continued holding her with one arm wrapped around her waist while his hand tenderly explored her face. His gray eyes stared deeply into hers.

"I couldn't sleep today. I was too excited." A slight smile touched his lips. "I thought I'd exercise until you awoke. We have a room in the bas.e.m.e.nt we use for sword practice."

"Sorry I pa.s.sed out on you. It's this human body."

"I love your human body."

"Will you love me as much when I'm a vampire?"

"Yes. G.o.d, yes." He kissed her again. "I actually wanted to talk with you about that."

"I'm listening." She grinned, tugging the sticky tank top up his torso. He bent and she pulled it off entirely. Splaying her hands across the damp expanse of his chest, she kissed across his breastbone, then began licking one of his nipples.

He drew a deep breath and released it slowly, encircling her with his arms. "You make it hard to think, let alone talk."

"What about me taking the change?"

"Are you absolutely certain it's what you want and that you want to be with me?"

"What do you think?"

"I love you, Marie, but deep inside, I know I won't be able to ignore my calling."

"To use your powers to help others?"

He nodded. "I cannot watch others of my kind abuse their vampirism by torturing mortals, and now that I've been injured by hunters, I realize that my kind are also in grave danger."

"But you're not responsible for the whole world!"

"No. Only the part of it I can touch. Will you accept this belief of mine, strange as it might seem?"

"What's strange is the part of you that makes me afraid for your life is one of the things I most love about you." Marie slipped her arms around his neck. "I believe what you're doing is right, and I want to be a part of your life now and always."

Charles closed his eyes and sighed deeply. He brushed her lips with a tender kiss. "Thank you, my darling Marie. One last thing."

She was almost afraid to ask. "What?"

"I was hoping you might want to attempt the change this week and maybe push up the wedding."

"Why?"

"Because I don't want to live a moment longer than I have to without you as my wife."

"I love you so much, Charles. How about if before breakfast we fill up the tub with hot water and coconut bubbles and take a dip together?"

"I guess you got my subtle hint with the bubbles sitting right there on the edge of the porcelain?"

"Sort of." She slipped off her robe and tossed it on the bed before walking into the bathroom.

While she ran the water and poured bubbles in the tub, he undressed. Bending over to test the water, she suddenly felt his arms encircle her. She purred and arched against the steely erection pressing against her bottom.

"I've been starving for months, Marie." He took her earlobe between his teeth and gently toyed with it. His hand stroked through the curly triangle between her legs, then caressed her inner thighs. With the utmost tenderness, he stroked and rubbed her c.l.i.t and p.u.s.s.y. Marie's heart throbbed. Leaning forward, she braced her hands against the edge of the tub. Her p.u.s.s.y heated and her c.l.i.t ached. The sensation of his c.o.c.k prodding her from behind and his hot, powerful body pressed against her sent ripples of desire coursing along her spine. His long fingers gathered her honeyed essence before stroking her c.l.i.t. Running his tongue along the side of her neck, he used his hand to part her legs slightly. Marie tightened her grip on the tub and gasped when his c.o.c.k slid slowly into her. Moaning, her heart pounding madly, Marie met his thrusts.

"Oh, Charles. Oh, my love. Yes, please. Yes!"

His raw breathing mingled with animalistic growls. In spite of the tension in his powerful body, he never pushed too hard or stroked too roughly.

At the same moment o.r.g.a.s.m broke over her, he sank his teeth into her shoulder and came. If he hadn't held her, Marie would have collapsed onto the tile floor.

Grinning, he lifted her in his arms and placed her in the tub. He sank into the opposite end and stretched his chiseled arms on the rim. The position tightened the muscles in his powerful chest.

Marie actually licked her lips at the sight of him. Smiling, she wiggled her toes against his beneath the water. The scent of coconut and the feeling of the hot water lapping her skin was pleasantly soothing after such a wonderful physical release.

She moved closer to him. Positioning herself between his legs, she rested her back against his chest. His arms encircled her, and he kissed the top of her head.

"You don't mind not having enough time to plan a big wedding?"

"I want a small one, Charles, with a few people we really care about."

"Zigor was right. We do have much in common."

She cuddled closer. Soon, her dream would come true and then they would be bound by law as they were already bound in their hearts.

Epilogue.

One Year Later Halloween Night.

Growling deep in her throat, Marie, the most feared s.p.a.ce pirate in the galaxy, ran her tongue over the tips of her tiny fangs. She stood naked, except for a pink mask and pewter anklet, and gazed at the sensual giant chained to the brick wall.

His beautiful gray eyes stared with such intensity from beneath his scarred brow that her p.u.s.s.y burst into flames. The scent of his cologne mingled with the delectable aroma of his natural musk. One of the most wonderful things about becoming a vampire was the increase in sensation. She could see, hear, and smell things she never imagined possible.

Torchlight flickered across the giant's flesh, accentuating the hard planes and chiseled muscles of his magnificent body. For the past hour, she had licked, kissed, and sucked every inch of him. Though he struggled in his bonds, she refused to allow him release from the s.e.xual tension flooding his body. His need was apparent in his bulging muscles and ragged breathing, not to mention his thick, pole-hard c.o.c.k pointing at her like a huge, accusing finger. The little eye in the bulbous, ruddy head glistened with his essence, just waiting to burst forth in a shower of l.u.s.t.

"Tell me you're my slave," she goaded.

"Never! You might have captured my s.h.i.+p and stolen my cargo, but I will not surrender my soul to you, woman!"

"Then you will suffer for eternity in my lair." She approached, running her fingers across his chest and down his abs. His muscles clenched and strained. Sinking to her knees, she took his c.o.c.khead between her lips and sucked. Her tongue teased the underside and the tip of one fang slipped into the little eye.

That did it.

The chains ripped apart and his hands were suddenly free. "d.a.m.n it, Marie, I can' t take anymore. f.u.c.k the s.p.a.ce pirate scenario. I need you now." Charles grasped her arms and pinned her to the wall. His heaving chest pressed against her b.r.e.a.s.t.s while he licked her neck.

"Finally. I thought you were going to take all night." Panting, she spread her legs to accommodate his engorged c.o.c.k.

"I am, but let's take the edge off first, wife."

A thrill of desire coursed through Marie from more than just the physical need he inspired. Several months ago, she and Charles had settled in their new home not far from Burgundy Peak. It was a whole new life for Marie, being a wife and a newly made vampire, and she loved every moment of it. As a wedding gift to each other, they had created a bas.e.m.e.nt room in their house with real brick walls, a hot tub, and a mult.i.tude of huge satin pillows to spice up their love games. They kept a variety of shackles, silk bonds, and delectable, edible creams for added fun.

"Umm." Marie tilted her head to the side, allowing his fangs easier access to her neck. "You won't get any argument from me. Just keep showing me how much you love me, Charles."

"I do love you, Marie. Forever and ever."

The End Blood and Soul 3: Vampire Guardian by Kate Hill.

When her latest john offers to make her a vampire, Dechrista Davis is too strung out to care. Come on. The guy's cute enough, but who would believe a line like that? She must have pa.s.sed out, because she can't remember much beyond thinking she'd heard of worse fetishes. She wakes up in the care of a handsome, mysterious man she's never met before. Even worse, he shares her john's delusions. He calls himself Woodrow Quint, and he offers to be her vampire mentor.