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| Little One - age 24 |
'Excuse me? Whatever caused this new delusion of yours? Was I not clear when I described the rules?' He looks delightfully confused and self-assured at the same time. It infuriates her.
She is still on the ground, having refused his offer of help. She is beginning to reconsider this decision as she realizes it puts her at a decided disadvantage. Ah well, too late now. "Yes you were clear. I reached the forest without being caught, now take me home!" She knows she is bending the truth with her claim, but it is one she needs to make. She is furious, strong, and ready to argue. What she is not ready for is his laughter.
'But, my pet, you did not reach the forest! Perhaps, had you not wasted your first 15 seconds you would have reached your goal? It was a fair deal; I gave you enough time to have a small but realistic chance to get away. Instead of reaching the forest you ran straight into me. I must say the feel of your body pressing into me with such force was… inspiring.' He smiles a mirthless smile at her, one void of humor and full of unspeakable threats. To what the impact of her body may have inspired him, she truly did not want to know.
"That's not true, I…" she begins, ready to argue, but Elijah has had enough. Much as he hates to repeat himself, he finds the situation requires it, and so he yet again places his finger against her soft lips and speaks the words; 'Shhhh. Quiet, little one.' She immediately falls into silence and stares at him with wide, frightened eyes, unaware and uncertain of what he will do next. He cocks his head inquisitively to one side and studies her. Dealing with these emotional humans is always such a learning experience; he tries to make the most of it when he can. Now, however, it is beginning to bore him. He has other priorities when it comes to this little human. He has humored her long enough, he decides to himself.
The right time and place is not now, not here. But a little taste, what is the harm in that? He moves closer into her personal space, causing her to back up involuntarily and completely unaware that this is the reaction he's looking for. He guides her backing motions with his body, leaning this way and that, until he has maneuvered her into exactly the place he wants her to be. Her eyes widen in fear as she takes another step backwards and feel her back pressed up against the wide stem of an old oak, the thickness of its stem effectively stopping her from moving further in any direction but forwards. And forwards is occupied by an ancient, devastatingly handsome, mortally dangerous, increasingly aroused Original.
Yes, he could have grabbed her and just placed her there, but there is sweet satisfaction to be gained from maneuvering her right to the point he wants her to go. Pleasure in studying her face as she realizes she has put herself, by her own actions, exactly where he wants her to be. The monster in him revels in the feeling.
Fear.
Arousal.
Arousal and fear. Fear and arousal.
Fearousal.
That truly is the combination of emotions that smells and tastes the best, absolutely delicious. Exquisite. The scent of it fills his nostrils now. She produces pheromones at a mad rate, his little one. She is terrified of him. She wants him. She wants to run from him. She wants to give herself to him. He feels every scent clearly and he knows that, no matter what she will say or do from now on, she is ready for him. Maybe she doesn't even know it herself, but he has brought her to the brink of carnal insanity. In a crazy way there was probably even a part of her that wanted him to catch her.
She had five minutes, she wasted almost a tenth of that time staring at him before taking off. He was not lying when he said he gave her a fair chance. Had she focused on getting away from the very beginning the way she had begun to focus once she reached the locked front door, she would have reached the forest and he would have been honor bound to let her go. Not that he is complaining about the outcome. Not when his whole being is being consumed by the delicious scent of her fearousal.
So now, here she is, backed up against a tree, inches away from him.
Or maybe just one inch.
In fact, maybe no distance at all.
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He doesn't quite know when he stops thinking. She doesn't quite know when she stops fleeing. It just happens, suddenly his hand is digging into her hair and fisting it, angling her head just so as he leans in to claim her mouth, a willing target where parted lips allow his tongue entrance. Suddenly she is not fighting it but finds her hands locked around the nape of his neck, moaning into his kiss and lifting one leg to wrap it around his waist. Suddenly the sensation of his throbbing erection poking at her through their clothes causes a geyser to wake deep inside her, flooding her with enough natural lubricant to prepare her to take his girth and love it, not be hurt by it. Mother Nature really has it down pat.
Her hands are back above her head, pinned there by his strong grip. This time she arches her back by her own accord, pushing her lace clad breasts into his chest, leaning her head back against the bark exposing her throbbing pulse point and every inch of the desire she feels for him.
His hand, dexterous as a viper, slips inside the hem of her jeans, inside the edge of her laced (he can feel the lace against the back of his hand) panties. Without warning he has two fingers inside her red hot heat, feeling his way around and finding the spot that makes her shiver and shake. One of her hands is released from its grip and guided to the right place in front of him, in-between the two of them, rubbing against the intense hardness of his desire, marveling at the sheer size of it.
He feels ready to take her then and there. In fact, he wants nothing more. But, he has to remind himself; there was (is?) a purpose to this. That purpose was not to give her what she wants. There is still a lesson to be learned here. With eleven plus centuries of experience, he does not doubt his ability to bring her pleasure in whichever way he sees fit. It does not have to be the way she is asking for. No, there is a lesson to be learned and going along with what she is begging for will not do the trick, no matter how much he wants it too.
Finally he manages to curb his desires and, after one final passionate kiss, tears his lips from hers and removes his fingers from her velvet, and very wet, folds. He licks her fluids off his fingers, tasting her, before he picks her up bridal style and returns to the estate as fast as he can, leaving her confused and quite unbalanced from the sudden change in scenery and his unexpected shift in priorities.
Even as she struggles to clear her mind of the dizziness, she becomes aware that he is carrying her to a different wing of the house than she was in before, an area she has never previously been allowed into. The look of the place, from the paintings on the wall to the few pieces of furniture present in the hallway, makes it look and feel older than the fairly modern wing she currently occupies. 19th century furnishings can only be considered 'fairly modern' when viewed in contrast to where he is taking her now.
Finally he stops outside a particular door, his brow furrowing as he clearly debates with himself weather or not this is the place, before coming to a decision and clearly relaxing, reaching out to grab the door handle as he does so.
This new room is a different place entirely to the parts of the mansion she has already acquainted herself with. It is a huge, open plan bedroom/en suite, with the bath tub in clear view from the center of the room. This center deserves a separate mention, as it hosts a ridiculously over-sized four post bed, where the posts and headboard are in finely detailed cast iron, painted a dull black with brass – no, that's to yellow – gold? – details.
What truly sets it apart from the areas of the house she has been allowed to explore however, are the little details. Like the steel hook in the ceiling above the tub, hosting a sturdy but light double chain ending in two padded leather wrist-cuffs. Or the four posts of the bed decked out with similar chains and cuffs. She notices the smooth, black, 100% Chinese silk sheets covering the bed before her eyes are drawn to the smooth, black, 100% Chinese silk blindfold, carelessly dropped on a pillow.
Then there is the wall opposite the large French window. She glances at it and then doesn't want to see it any more. This wall, within fairly easy reach from the bed, has hooks and holders that could be found in a carpenters work shop, holding his tools of the trade. Here they hold an assortment of tools, but the trade they belong to is the oldest in the world. She sees several whips, paddles, ropes, gags, and a multitude of things she does not recognize and really don't want to know what use they might be designed for.
He feels her whole being stiffen as her gaze falls on the wall and chuckles deep in his throat. 'Don't worry little one. None of those will be used today; this idea does not call for them.' She relaxes slightly before the full meaning of his words hit her. "Today?", "This idea?". This much too sharply indicates the possibility of another day, another idea, which does call for them.
Before she can duly process this new, frightening information, she is non-ceremonially dropped from his grasp to land, bouncing, in the middle of the bed. He watches her for a split second, bouncing up and down on the black silk, before swiftly turning her over. He uses every bit of his abilities that so surpass hers, and before she has time to take more than another breath she is face down on the bed, spread eagle with her wrists and ankles secured tightly in dark brown leather cuffs and the chains tightened just enough to immobilize her without stretching her joints.
He has done this before, clearly. The thought hits her unbidden and she wishes she never let it into her head. Why would you have a room set up like this otherwise? How many women have experienced his touch and wants on this very same bed? Why is there a part of her that feels jealous about that? While she ponders this, a hand is inserted below her pelvis, arching her back and angling her hips forward. A couple of soft but firm pillows are inserted below her, keeping her in this position and making sure her ass stays pushed up into the air.
It does not take a genius to figure out just how vulnerable she is in this position. Funny as it sounds, she really has not allowed herself to completely take in, to process, what it is Elijah wants from her in until this moment. Spread out and tied up on a huge bed, with her ass propped invitingly high by silk cushions, there really is no denying what the goal of this exercise is. At least she is still wearing her clothes, well, minus her shirt. She guesses he may have forgotten how to take off a pair of jeans when he chose to cuff her up. She is still contemplating just how to take advantage of the moment of relative freedom when he releases her ankles to remove her jeans when…
Strong, soft but calloused hands dig into her skin, burrowing under the waistline of her jeans to either side of her body. Then apparently he performs a feat of magic, she does not have another explanation for it. One moment she is dressed in sturdy but tight fitting Levis, the next moment her jeans are nothing but torn rags on the floor by the bed and the only thing separating her most private parts from his gaze are her pink and grey lace boy-short panties, perfectly matching her bra that has been visible since his first vampire speed actions.
He hums under his breath, actually hums, while ravaging her body with his eyes. 'Even better than what I imagined…' he says, apparently to himself before slowly drawing a line with his right index finger under her buttocks, right in that perfect spot where they meld into her things. His touch in that over-sensitive area stirs a fire she did not ever expect to feel around him into a slow, steady burn inside her. She can feel the heat reach the center between her loins. How can he have this effect on her? He is a monster. He is an abductor. He is a would-be rapist.
She hates him with all her heart, almost as much as she hates herself.
Because she wants him, with all her body.
She can feel the liquid pooling between her thighs and her breath growing shallower at the touch of his fingers and the caress of his gaze. When he reaches out and places his palm against one of her soft buttocks, she cannot help but try to push her body backwards into his hold, yearning for more.
She hears his content chesty purr at her actions, and feels him slipping a finger under the edge of her panties, briefly pulling them to the side. She manages to turn her head far enough to catch his content smirk as what he sees confirms what his other senses have already told him, she feels his deep chuckle vibrate through her body. 'Well, well. Someone is just aching for it, no?' He leans forward then; she can feel the buttons of his dress shirt dig into the skin of her bare back as he places his body on top of hers to reach her ears with his lips.
He speaks softly, so softly that she would not have been able to make out the words if they had not been so close, and uses too much air with his words, so that his breath hits the sensitive parts of her ear and causes goose bumps to form all over her body. As if his words would not have been enough.
'It is a good thing you already want it, little one, despite not wanting to want it. Because I will bring you to peaks higher than you ever thought existed. I will plunge you into depths deeper than the Mariner Grave. Your body and your soul belong to me now, and I will blow your mind.' He chuckles a bit to himself before continuing; 'Not before you blow me, of course.' She can feel him smirk into the back of her neck.
'You don't even know how completely you belong to me yet. But you will, my lovely, you will. I don't mind the merry chase. You know better than most by now what the hunt does to me.' With these words he brings his hips forward, grinding his still clothed erection against her bared cheeks, allowing her a good guess at just how important it is for her to be "ready", before being impaled by that. "Does he have to be out of this world in every sense?" she thinks to herself before catching her thought in anger at feeling anything but disgust for this creature behind her.
'Now, I do believe you are over dressed for this occasion,' he laughs in her ear before raising his body back up. 'Why don't we rectify that?' With these words he unclasps her bra and moves the shoulder straps down to her biceps, better equipped to withstand the strain than the soft flesh of her neck. The next moment she feels a sharp pain across her arms as straps digs into them and the muted snap of high class fabric ripping. Then what is left of her bra joins her jeans on the floor in the corner.
'There,' she hears him say 'It's a pity though; this was a really nice set. I appreciate you wearing it very much. Don't worry, my lovely, I will replace anything you want replaced, as long as I want to replace it.' He leans back and seems to sit still for a moment, until the movements and slight sounds make her realize he is unbutton his dress shirt and slipping it over his shoulders. A few seconds later there is a new garment, this one still in perfect condition, added to the pile in the corner.
"Elijah… I.."
"Then why did you bring me he…." She cuts her question short when she feels his body stiffen in anger and returns her face to the pillow. Her survival instinct takes over and causes her to continue, whispering under her breath "I'm sorry, I did not think" knowing that he would hear her. Furious at herself, her need and willingness to act like this, she is still flooded by a great sense of relief when she feels his body relax out of its angry stance in response to her words. 'Good, you can be taught to obey after all.'
He shakes his head slightly, seemingly to clear it. 'Right, sweet thing, I believe we had some corrective measures to execute? Let's see if this night will appease me. If not, there are still a fair few ideas to try out.' He chuckles, a deep, rumbling sound exiting his presence. 'You have some amends to make, little one. Now, rule number one, two and three. Eat me. Please me. Love it. Do you understand?'
She merely whimpers in response, in equal parts offended/revolted and madly excited by his words.
'Enough talking' he concludes, leaning against her and allowing one of his hands to stroke along her inner thing, brushing against the moist fabric covering her clit lightly at the apex of every turn.
'Enough running.' Both of his hands slide against her body, grab her hips and pull her sharply against his hard arousal.
'Enough with the pretending that you have a choice in this…' one of his hands leave her hips to unbutton and unzip his pants, dropping them and his boxers to his knees, leaving his swollen, veined hardness to rest between her still lace clad cheeks
'… or that this is not what you want' he concludes, completely removing his clothing and moving his whole body around so that he is before her, in-between her cuffed, stretched arms, facing her. All she can really see and concentrate on however, is his beautiful, yes it really is beautiful, cock – wrapped in one of his gorgeous fists and merely inches from her face.
She can see his pre-cum glistening on the head of his rock hard member as he pleasures himself with long, firm strokes right before her face. 'Can you guess what I want you to do now, little one?' he asks. 'Do you need me to tell you? Or can you take a wild guess?' He tilts his hips while speaking, leaving the largest, most perfect cock her limited experience has seen right next to her lips. When she just stares at it, wide-eyed, and breathes in short gasps he places a surprisingly gentle finger on her chin and cocks his head slightly to one side. 'Now, now, little one. Open wide!' he orders, capturing her gaze she sees his pupils dilate and contract when he continues 'You will suck me like you have never tasted dick before,' which she in fact hadn't, but he apparently didn't know that. 'and you will love every second of it. Starting right now!'
She has no idea what comes over her at this point. She had absolutely no intention to go along with any of his twisted ideas, but suddenly she finds herself craving to taste him. She has to crane her neck rather uncomfortably to lift her head enough to reach him, but no discomfort would stop her from taking this beautiful cock into her mouth. A small part of her mind is disagreeing violently with what she is doing, but is silenced by the raw lust flooding over her as she finally reaches her goal and wraps her soft lips around his swollen head. "mmhhmm" she moans around him as her tongue flicks over his tip, feeling the sweet and spicy taste of his pre-cum.
She must do something right, because he is purring again. She feels the vibrations in her whole body, creating a flood of emotions that concentrate between her legs, beginning to thoroughly soak through her panties. He is delicious, she thinks while working to take more of his massive length into her mouth, pleasing him is all she wants and the sexiest feeling she has ever felt. Aided by one of his hands, fisted in her hair, she takes him deeper still, all the while exploring every part of him that her pink tongue can reach. His other hand is still wrapped around his shaft, meeting and working with her bobbing head to stroke the part of his length she cannot swallow.
'Oh yes, little one, just like that. You're a natural' he manages to get out between gritted teeth, she loves that she is making him lose some of his composure and tries even harder to please him, gauging his reaction by the depth of his purring and the occasional tightening of his fist in her hair. Finding the thin fold of skin behind his swollen head and flicking her tongue over it seemed to do the trick, his fist tightens painfully hard and he actually groans. She made him groan, the pleasure of this achievement causes another flood wave of moisture to gather between her legs. She doesn't notice it, but she is grinding her hips against the pillows stacked under her in time with her heads bobbing motion, desperately and unconsciously looking for some friction right there.
'Mmmh, you smell delicious, my sweet! The scent of your arousal is getting stronger by the second. It's quite a pity this position will not allow your throat the right angle to take all of me.' Take all of him? He must be kidding, when he hits the back of her throat taking him as deep as she can there is still easily as much of him left outside her mouth, probably more. 'Ah well, there will be time for that later, in another idea. For now, I'll settle for this.' At that, his hand in her hear grows more firm, stopping the bobbing motion of her head, holding her still.
She barely has time to wonder why before his hips start moving and the strokes of his hand on his shaft speeds up. The engorged head of his cock hits the back of her throat with every stroke, making her have to fight her gagging reflex, as he lets his pleasure rule and fucks her mouth. Even this excites her, what is wrong with her? She struggles to still be able to suck and lick at him as he pounds in and out of her mouth and is rewarded by a chesty, lust filled growl that makes the bed, and her insides, vibrate. His motions grow more erratic and the grip in her hair loosens allowing her more freedom to again meet his strokes, purposefully trying to match his pace. Suddenly his body stiffens as he shoves his cock as deep into her soft mouth as he can. He stares down at this beautiful little creature, swollen lips wrapped around his shaft and fully focused on his pleasure, and lets go, filling the back of her throat with his hot load. She has to swallow frantically not to choke, a small trickle of his cum escaping through the corner of her mouth. It is an extremely erotic picture.
'Whops. Maybe I should have warned you.' He smirks at her before his features soften and the smirk turns to a smile, the hand at the back of her head releases its grip and ruffles her hair affectionately. 'You did well at this first part, little one; I'm pleased with your efforts.' His right index finger catches the cum still left in the corner of her mouth and brings it to her lips. She immediately takes it into her mouth and moans around it, cleaning it with her tongue and sucking it hard while staring into his dark, lust-filled eyes. His smile widens.
'Yes, I am very pleased with you.' He gets up from in front of her and moves away so that she can no longer see him, only hear him as he continues 'But we are far from done, of course.'
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She sees his pupils dilate
and contract. 'You will suck me like you have never tasted dick before and you
will love every second of it. Starting right now!'
He compelled her! He compelled her to like it! That's why her panties are sodden, that's why her skin is on fire. Her shame for her wanton behavior begins to abate to be replaced by red hot anger before she realizes that ashamed or angered, she is still aroused. His compulsion over her ended when the oral section was over so why is her body still yearning for him? She lets out a small yelp and involuntarily arches her back at the feel of his open palm swatting her left buttock; the momentary sting over as soon as it started.
'I like the view from back here.' She hears his disembodied voice from somewhere behind her and feels his hand gently caress the very place it caused to sting a moment ago. His caress on her still tingling skin is unnervingly arousing; she cannot help but arch her back further, pushing her soft cheek against his caressing hand. Her reaction brings a rumbling chuckle from his chest.
'Well, well, who would have guessed? Maybe not even you.' His hand retracts from her smooth cheek before he brings it down, even sharper, on her other buttock. The sound of the swat rings to the air, mixed with her breathy yelp at the sharp sting. A moment later his hand is there again, this time in another soft caress right at the site of the impact. The sensation is exquisite, she can feel every ridge of his fingertips trailing over her semi-exposed and glowing backside, a quiet moan escapes her lips before she has the presence of mind to stop it. She can feel his chuckle rumbling through every fiber of her being, again. 'No, I don't think you knew before today, did you little one? You like it rough, who would have thought?'
"Not me." She does not know why the words pass her lips, but they come out in a breathy whisper. Somewhere along the line she has reached the conclusion that since this is happening anyway, AND her body clearly approves, she shouldn't fight it more than her pride demands. Much as she hates to admit it, she finds him crazily attractive. Admitting that she likes his dominant treatment of her comes even harder, but there's no denying it. Every action on his part arouses her further. She shouldn't feel that way, but she does.
'What was that?' He senses the slight shift in her demeanor and leans forward far enough for her to be able to catch sight of him from the corner of her eye. She twists her head as far as she can to actually look at him. He looks interested, not annoyed that she spoke, so she continues. "You asked who would have thought I'd like it rough. So I'm answering; Not me, I wouldn't know how I like it. It's not like I have more than a few experiences to draw from, and none of those were with a truly experienced man. " She blushes. Speaking this frankly truly is against her nature, but it needed to be said.
'Mhmm. So in your eyes, I am doing you a favor now?' his voice sounds incredibly amused while his hands travel up and down the back of her thighs, now stroking his thumbs along the sensitive line between buttocks and thighs, now stroking across her outer lips, still clad in lace.
"NO!" She even frightens herself with the strength of her response. He, however, seems unfazed. "You lied to me, gave me the hope of escape to increase your own pleasure, attacked me, half raped me in the forest, and compelled me to give you the first blow job I have ever performed, even compelled me to make it excite me. Now you are in the process of full on raping me, what you make my body want does not change that my mind says no. So NO, you are not doing me a favor, asshole!"
He can't believe what he's hearing and seeing. There she is, cuffed, chained and completely at his mercy, the taste of his cum still on her tongue, and still she finds it in her to chew him out. He should be furious; he should kill her for this. But he is not, and he will not. Instead he smiles to himself, a genuine smile that she can't see. She is a feisty woman, his little one. He likes that. He clearly scares her, smart girl that she is, and she is beginning to completely come to terms with the fact that her role is to oblige and his to decide, but that doesn't mean she will go down peacefully. He can truly respect that and when his eyes slide over her luscious form again he makes the decision that, even though this is punishment, from now on he will not only have her enjoy it, but use all his skill to have her love it. He knows he can, with just a slight effort, and her strength of heart and bravery deserves it. Of course, he does not share this sentiment; he just leans forward and chuckles into her ear.
'Let's see if you still hold on to that opinion once I'm done, shall we?'
With that the time for conversation is once again over. With his new found goal in mind he does not simply possess her, instead he slowly, sensually eases her lace panties down her hips. They are soaked enough to coat his fingers in her juices just by touching them. Yes, she clearly hates what he is doing to her, he smirks to himself. As they pass her hip bones and glide onto her thigh he carefully, as not to dig the fabric into her, rips the seams on both sides before tossing the final garment onto the pile in the corner. Looking back up he sees and smells heaven, from his angle all he can see is what is below her waist.
Propped up on his black silk bed sheets are two perfect half-moons, between which he can just glimpse the presence of a pink, puckered hole when she moves. 'Another time, another place, another idea' he tells himself, and removes his gaze from it. Just slightly below that the twin globes separate, and her propped up condition gives him the full, glorious view of her aroused sex. She apparently trims her pubes, leaving an inch-wide strip of hair across her pubic bone but leaving anything from the clit down bare. So what he sees is blood-filled, lust-swollen outer lips, light pink and glistening inner lips and a clearly excited clit, just begging to be touched. Even the inner lips are separated by now, and clear fluid of arousal is lubricating her, making her receptacle to even an unusually massive cock, like the one he possesses. He's beginning to think that she may even be aroused enough to take all of him, but does not want to raise his hopes too high. Suddenly, the wish to bring her pleasure reaches a new and more egotistical level. If he makes her want it enough, she will be able to take him in completely. It has been a while since he was able to bury himself to the hilt. Much as every man likes to be well endowed, it does come at a price. Rarely being able to pound all the way in being the most costly.
"Fuck you!" His reverie is broken by her belated response to his last comment. He grins widely to himself, sliding his body further down between her legs. Just as he is about to go low enough that his head is no longer by her ear he twists his face and purrs into her ear 'No, you are mistaken.*I* will fuck you!' She gives an involuntary shudder at his words while his body and face sinks even lower, finally being aligned with her dripping sex. Unable to hold himself any longer he extends his tongue and licks her in one, long sensual stroke from top to bottom. When his mouth reaches her clit she can feel her whole body briefly tense up before she forces herself to relax. This annoys him. So she thinks she can relax while he's eating her out, does she? Well then, no more time for games.
The first hint she gets is something foreign around her nether lips. The second hint is more of a fact. He sucks her clit into his mouth, suckling it and playing with it with his tongue, while letting two piano-player-long fingers slip into her pussy. God she's tight! She probably wasn't kidding about the limited experience, he thinks to himself. Continuing his ministrations of her sex he starts pumping his fingers in and out of her. He is gratified as her moans increase in volume and she tries her best to use her limited movability to push her pussy towards his lips.
He curls his fingers, finally finding that soft spongy area that is the center of the most earth shattering orgasms a woman could have. Making a mental note of where it is along with a quick, unconscious calculation just how his hips will have to be angled to later hit it with his cock, he leaves it alone for now, returning his attention to her swollen clit. Flicking it rapidly with his tongue, he scissors his fingers inside her to fill her and stretch her at the same time. Her moans rise in pitch and she tries to rock her hips back onto his fingers. He quickly swats her exposed ass, leaving a bright red handprint to admire, before he places a controlling hand on her hips, stopping her bucking, and murmurs into her pussy, loud enough for her human ears to hear 'No, little one, be still. You do not control this. I do.'
With a final twirl of his tongue around her bundle of nerves, he lets his teeth graze her as he removes his head from between her thighs, earning another yelp followed by a disgruntled murmuring as she feels him retract.
Gazing down at the sight before him he feels rather content that he denied himself this vision of her for so long. Long enough to make her believe he did not view her in this way, long enough to lull her into a false sense of security. The truth is, he has been picturing this moment, on his knees behind her bound body, spread just enough to give him easy access, stiff cock in hand and pointed at her entrance, since the moment he laid eyes on her.
With another inner nod of satisfaction at her pruned pubes that allows him a full visual of her swollen excitement, he uses one hand to part her nether lips. He is immediately rewarded by the dual sensation of a strong scent of fresh arousal combined with the vision of previously unseen pink, very wet delight right around her entrance. Using the hand that firmly holds his shaft, he steers his swollen head to rest right at the very opening of her, again marveling has he has so many times before how such a slight creature can accommodate his girth. At first glance it looks like he will rip her apart when he enters, but he knows from experience that is not the case.
He uses his hand to move his swollen cock along her slit, wetting the head thoroughly and occasionally brushing her clit before leaning forwards to purr in her ear, the very movement causing him to slide about an inch into her. 'Are you ready, little one?' He grins before continuing, paraphrasing an old children's game, played even when he was a child. 'Ready or not, here I come!' he murmurs, he tone of his voice making the innocent words sound like a threat and a promise, all at once. He retracts slightly, his head nearly slipping out of her, before he brings his hips forwards in a sharp thrusting motion, extracting a prolonged sound somewhere between a wail and a moan from the woman below him, whose center he is entering as she feels her inner walls being stretched as far as they'll go. Despite his apparent force he is controlled, expecting to hit her back wall at any moment but, amazingly enough, he is able to continue the motion until he is buried to the hilt in her.
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She gasps at the sudden invasion. His previous ministrations have left her writhing and wanting. Her pussy is slick and swollen, even her mind has settled and accepted that she wants him. When she feels his cock teasing her entrance she vividly recalls holding it in her mouth and briefly tenses as she recalls the sight of him and suddenly feels afraid she may not be prepared for the sheer size of him. Before she has time to dwell on these thoughts however, he has her hips in an iron grip, backs up his hips a tad as if to get a running start, and then thrusts into her. It is passionate but controlled, he does not stop until she can feel his hip bones resting against her buttocks, and it is clear her fears were unfounded. He fills her to the brim, he stretches her in places she did not know could be stretched, but she takes all of him. Every glorious, god given, incredible inch.
A moan starts in the pit of her stomach, right about where she thinks she can imagine the tip of his cock being right now, and gains in force as it rises through her. She would want to call him names, cuss him out, hate him. But all she can do is fight her bonds, not to get free but to get closer to him. Finally the moan reaches her lips and she hears it exit her as it the sound belongs to someone else. "Oooooh God, Elijah. YES! MORE!"
At her words she can feel his smirk, despite not being able to see it. He straightens up on his knees behind her and begins to slowly work his length in and out of her. Too slowly to her taste, she doesn't know that he is still amazed she can take all of him, and is still hesitant every time he reaches the point where he will have to stop with most women. After a few strokes he begins to realize that she really is capable of swallowing him in her moist heat, and begins pounding in and out of her in earnest.
She is lost in the sensation, never having known it can feel like this. Her whole being, her whole awareness contracts until all she can feel or absorb are the physical sensations. Even though she cannot see him, she knows that behind her she has an absolutely gorgeous specimen of a man, bare as he was born and with his full focus on her. She can only imagine the visual he must be getting of his veined cock, since the compelled blow job she knows exactly what it looks like at close range after all, sliding, gliding, thrusting in and out of her. She enjoys the feel of it immensely, but can't help but wonder what it looks like.
She tests her chains, trying to free a hand to reach behind her to feel him, although every thought she has is cut short by the feel of his next thrust into her, and the next, and the next… She hears him purr out his pleasure at every stroke, varying his pace and angle, and feels the sensation of his lust and enjoyment as a near physical sensation, enhancing her own pleasure tenfold. She moans out her need for him, words she never thought would leave her lips. "Ah yes, Elijah. More! Harder! Deeper!"
'What do you want me to do, little one?' he purrs into her ear while covering her bound arms with his own, wrapping his hands around her wrists right at the soft leather cuffs. She can only whimper in response. To her distain, he ceases his heavenly strokes into her when she does not reply, and pulls his thick piece of nirvana almost all the way out of her before asking again 'I said, what do you want me to do, little one?' One small contraction of his hips pushes his harness another inch into her and she bucks up as far as the chains will let her to meet him. He chuckles at her eagerness. 'Beg for it, my sweet, and you might just get it.' He pauses and pushes himself all the way in to her with great control, before retracting almost all the way out again. 'I can feel you love the way I fuck you. So, beg for it, and I might just let you cum.' He pauses for a moment before continuing 'You may not have earned it, and it truly has no part in the punishment, but I'm feeling benevolent. Besides, feeling you cum all over my cock would be rather gratifying, after all the hunting I had to do with you.'
When she remains silent, aside from gasping for air, his movements cease entirely. She can feel his discontentment radiating from him. 'Well?' he asked 'I hate repeating myself, but I will make an exception. WHAT do you want me to do, little one?'
He hears her mumble something into the pillow. Even to his vampire hearing the words are too muffled to make out. 'Excuse me? Try that again, this time articulated.'
"I want you to [mumle] me…"
'What did you say? I can't hear you… If you need some incitement, I will show you that if you beg for it, you will get this' he stops talking for a second, grabs her hips securely in his strong hands and fucks her hard, every stroke causing sparks to fly before her eyes. She doesn't know how she got here, but she wants him. She wants him more than air. She will say anything to get him to do that again.
'Now, what did you want me to do? Don't make me ask again…'
She gathers her courage and manages to speak the words, embarrassing as they are, they are still nothing but gods honest truth.
"I want you to fuck me, Elijah!"
'What? I can't hear you.' He teases her
She takes a deep breath and decides to just let go and go for it, what does she have to lose? Pretending it's not her saying these things she still digs deep into her desires and vocalizes them.
"I need you to fuck me. I need your wonderful cock to fill me to the brim and I want you to touch me in that way that you have that makes me feel like I am the only woman on earth. I want you to make me come harder than I ever have and I want you to fill my pussy with a load of that cum you sent down my throat before!" She blushes uncontrollably but she headed down this road and might as well continue. She bites her lip and finishes. "Is THAT clear enough begging for you, vampire man? Please fuck me. Take me. PLEASE!"
She was truly not prepared for his reaction, just as he had not been prepared for her to actually say these words out loud. He knows she wants him, wants this, but he did not think she would be ready to so clearly vocalize her need. Now she did though, at his prodding, and it turns him on beyond anything he has ever felt before. He quickly reaches behind him to release some leeway in the chains attached to her ankles, allowing him to maneuver her legs closer together and lift her ass higher in the air while her chest is still pressed against the bed. 'Later, remember you asked for this' he chuckles into her ear, before driving into her full force.
Her world stops at the intense pleasure.
He bends forward and covers her back with his chest, relentlessly pounding into her. Without easing up on his frantic pace, one of his hands slide under her body to play with her pert breasts while the other tilts her head to one side, exposing her pulse point. He leans forward and smells her, before speaking again. Each word punctuated by a powerful thrust. 'Was. This. Worth. Begging. For?' He already knows the answer, but she has yet to admit it out loud and he wants her to. Admitting it out loud is admitting it to herself. "Yes!". He pauses his movements, he is driving her insane! 'I'm sorry, reception must be poor, what did you say?'
"Hell YES! I would beg for this over and over again! Please Elijah, don't stop!" And he doesn't. He drives into her, not as hard as he can but as hard as her mortal body can take. The chains rattle at every stroke and he uses his hands to keep her hips at the height he wants them, now when her ankles have more leeway. There is nothing even remotely reminiscent of love making in this act. He is fucking her, and he is fucking her good!
The emotions flood through her body in an ever rising wave. With every stroke he brings her closer and closer to the edge of the cliff and she knows that if she dies in the fall she will die happy. She only has one wish. "Please, Elijah…"
'Please what, little one?' he purrs into her ear, never ceasing his relentless thrusts, stretching her, filling her completely, bringing her to the point of madness. Every fiber of her being is vibrating; every nerve end is on edge. A small, ever decreasing part of her mind keeps yelling that this is wrong, very wrong, but by now the flood of lust and the unearthly pleasure he brings her combines to easily silence that voice. Not even knowing that she is not compelled this time around helps to stop the flood of want, of need.
"Please let me turn around. I need to see you." Her words sound like music to him, the final proof of her sweet surrender. At this time, at this moment, she recognizes and accepts him as her conqueror and she surrenders completely. It is a delicious feeling, although he is briefly bothered by the question why it should matter to him in the slightest what she thinks. The distraction is very brief though, as the exquisite feeling of her tight inner walls squeezing down on him and the visual presented before him of her propped up backside with his hands dug into her hips to angle her just right to take his cock, glistening with her juices, as deep as possible, all the way to the hilt, at every stroke. The pace and the strength of his thrusts would have hurt her, had she not been so completely willing and ready to take all of him. The mere thought of this makes him pick up his pace further, causing her body to strain the chains at every downwards thrust.
'No, my sweet, I don't think so. Not this time. This is your punishment, and is not about what you want.' He removes one of his hands from her hip and reaches around her, quickly finding her clit 'It might, however, be about what you need.' He pounds into her relentlessly, making sure to randomly hit that very sweet, special spot he located earlier with his fingers, but not on every stroke, using the one hand left on her hip to lift her into his thrusts. The impact is hard enough to cause a sharp smacking sound every time their hips meet, followed by slight suction as her ever increasing wetness covers both of their loins. The fingers of his other hand are alternating between applying rubbing pressure and quickly flicking over her swollen clit. God, she feels so great around him, able and willing to take every inch of him, which is rare indeed. He feels his testicles tensing and a tickling sensation rise from the pit of his stomach. So he increases his stimulation of her clit and pounds himself hard enough into her to feel her back wall at every stroke, wanting to not just spill his seed in her but have her muscles milk every drop of cum out of him.
'Come for me, little one. Let go and explode around me. You know you want to, so just cum for me!'
Seconds later he is rewarded for his efforts. Despite her eyes being wide open her vision narrows into a dark tunnel with a pin prick of light at the end. Stars explode in the darkness. A tingling starts at the very tip of her fingers and her toes, even her scalp, and then begins to ripple inwards along her arms, legs and neck, gaining power as it does so. Homing in on her core, the wave turns circular and contracts around her point of no return. She has an honest to god out-of-body experience as time slows down and the wave crashes over her in slow motion, taking every ounce of her being with it, throwing her against the shore that is him.
"Oh my God! FUCK YES! Elijah!" Her scream is too loud to be more than half buried in the pillow, her hands fist as much of the black silk sheets as the cuffs allow her to reach, she arches her back towards him so sharply that it feels like she might bend in two while the full power of the earth moving orgasm he gave her crashes over her. Every muscle in her body tenses, her inner muscles releasing and tensing again, her body is pulsating around the glorious source of her fulfillment. She is lost in the super nova and he…
Even though he is prepared for it, wanted it, he is not ready for the force of her. The release of pheromones from her lithe body beneath him threatens to suffocate him in its sweet poison. He hears her scream profanities, and then his name, at the top of her lungs while her surprisingly strong inner muscles clamps down on him, releases, and clamps down again. On and on, in a seemingly never ending pulsating flow. He raises his gaze and sees her beautiful body spread out before him, her arms stretched before her caught in the leather cuffs, her shoulders tensed up with every muscle visible, all the way down her beautiful back coming together in a surprisingly thin waist before, thanks to the pillows, arching upwards and swelling out again to accommodate her hips.
At the top of her hips her beautiful buttocks start, rising like Venus from the ocean to form perfect twin half-globes, now spread by his fingers to reveal her softest, most private parts, glistening with moisture and accommodating his throbbing cock that still pistons in and out of her. His hard length is almost shimmering with her juices every time he retracts it, and her pussy looks so very delightful as it stretches to take his thrusts. The sight alone almost makes him come undone.
As it is, the sight and feel of her rhythmically clamping down on him, together with the delicious sound of his name spilling from his lips over and over again, brings him to the edge and finally tips him over it with full force. The hand on her hip stays in place while the hand that reached around her is brought back up to her shoulder. He takes a good grip and thrusts into her with full force while her orgasm is still milking him, using his hands to pull her whole body back on his rock hard erection, lengthening her release and swiftly bringing him to his.
He thrusts into her with no restraint, once, twice, thr… then hears himself roar like a lion as the wave crashes over him and he gives in, releasing every bit of his pent up frustration along with his seed, deep inside her delectable body. On and on he goes, impaling her on his lust, releasing into her like his body wants nothing left in reserve. For an impossibly long time all he can feel is her warm pussy squeezing him, her soft skin underneath his hands and his cock, sending wave after wave after impossible wave of cum into her. In all of his incredibly long life he cannot recall ever coming this hard, or this long.
When it is finally over, he collapses on top of her, still careful to not put his whole weight on her. She is such a delicate little thing, she might get crushed. Had he needed to draw breath he would have needed to catch it, but he doesn't, so he leans over her to speak instead.
'So, little one, did you learn your lesson?' he purrs into the nape of her neck 'Is it safe to say I can release you without worrying that you might run away again tonight?'. The girl below him is breathing hard, still coming down from the incredible high he brought her to. "Yes Elijah. I will not run tonight. I give you my word." He smiles at her using his own words back at him and notices her use of 'tonight' that limits the extent of her promise, but is satisfied for the moment at least.
Carefully and tenderly he opens the clasps of the leather cuffs, first on her ankles and then on her wrists. She tenses and relaxes the taught muscles in her limbs once, twice, then squirms her naked body around to wrap her arms around him and bury her face in his neck. Her breath envelops his throat like a silken scarf when she whispers to him "I am sorry. I will not disobey you again. There is no need to punish me further." He pulls her closer, feeling her whole body melt into his and relax in his arms. With some sense of amazement he realizes she feels secure in his arms, and that he enjoys making her feel that way. Funny how these things can work out, no?
'No, little one. There will be no reason to punish you further when you have learned your lesson. However, that time is not now. You are beginning to see the truth, but you are still fighting it. Don't you worry my sweet, I will take care of you and not allow you to come to lasting harm. But salvation is not within your grasp yet.' She tenses briefly, worried at his words but he continues 'Sleep now, my lovely. Tomorrow is a different day, a long day, but for now sleep in peace knowing that I am pleased with you. You did well, little one.' For the first time she does not resent his pet name, but allows it to make her feel safe and cared for. She snuggles her naked body closer against his, finding his muscled shoulder to rest her head and curls her body into his embrace before letting sleep swallow her into oblivion.
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A few hours later the dawn finds her still curled up, but the body she was wrapped around is no longer there. She wraps herself in one of the ridiculous wisps of see through robes he has given her to wear, and makes her way downstairs. Following the sound of voices, she finally reaches his study.
She finds him comfortably seated in his large, oxblood leather recliner, having a cup of tea and comfortably chatting about anything and everything with a younger, strikingly handsome young man, who slightly reminds her of Elijah.
'Ah! Little one! I'm glad you are awake! Let me introduce you to Kol, my youngest brother.'
Cold as steel, hard as ice, or was it the other way around? There is no denying how handsome he is, almost irresistibly so, but one look into his eyes is enough to make her tremble all over. Never has she seen a vampire so out of touch with his human side, the mere sight of him terrifies her. Her heart sinks, even before it is wrapped in ice cold terror at Elijah's next words.
'Kol has a crucial role to play in my next idea, and has gracefully agreed to participate in its fulfillment. We will have so much fun!'.
FIN Ch.2
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