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dreamofthemoon -> RE: Erotic tales (2/21/2008 3:58:21 PM)
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Enjoy!
~Moonscapes~
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I felt him before I saw him.
Indeed, I knew him--perhaps subconsciously so--I knew I had known him before--perhaps I had seen someone with the same facial features earlier: the same eyes, yes, the same nose, the same... mouth?--known him in another life, another time, another place.
I knew I had loved him then.
As I loved him now.
It was dark. The moonlight shining in through my bedroom window provided an eerie, comforting glow across my bed, across my legs under the covers. Of course, I was sleeping. Or pretending to, at least.
"Always did, you know." A low laugh. He seemed to speak without speaking. He was over in the corner; how long he'd been there and how he'd gotten there I could only guess.
Hmph.
I turned, let my eyes adjust, focus in on him.
And of all the nights, I'd chosen tonight to sleep naked. My sheets fell away from my chest as I sat up. I let them, of course.
In an instant, it seemed, he was standing in front of my, brushing my hair back from my neck, exposing the tender spot he so much loved. I closed my eyes at the touch of his fingertips--like ice, they were--on my shoulders, tensed when I felt him lower his mouth to my neck, readying his fangs.
I waited.
His tongue snaked across my skin. I shivered, looking at him, bewildered; I was ready, or so I thought.
I could tell he smiled. Almost... evil.
"Yes," he spoke low, murmuring. "Yes, I have come to claim you... once more. Though I would only have you when you are completely ready and not before."
At this, he let one hand trail down my chest, his fingers grazing my nipple. I shuddered at the contact, secretly loving the heat it produced within me. Needing it.
He must have sensed my desire because he laughed. A full hearty laugh this time.
I blushed, and shied away. I should have known.
"Why did I wait so long, mi cara? Why did I wait so long for this?"
For a moment, only a moment, he looked... human. Mortal. A distant memory stirred. Not from this lifetime. From... before.
Gathering my courage and wits, I reached out to him. I let the back of my hand, tentatively at first, touch his cheek. So cold. He enveloped my hand with his, holding it there tenderly.
"I'm not the worst of them, oh no. There are far worse than I, dearest." He placed a kiss on the back of my hand, gingerly lingering a moment before returning it to me, placing it back over my heart.
"Although I will and do expect the best from anyone under my... tutelage, I am sure you will find it a rewarding experience." He paused, looking at me, directly at me.
"And, cara, I hope you will find me a more than suitable instructor."
Swiftly, I was in his arms, the bulk of him seeming to swallow me whole. He was taller than I remembered.
How could he? This ghost of a man--monster!--how could he suddenly appear--in my bedroom, no less!--seemingly from nothing, from the shadows of my fears--how could he do this and now seem so real, so solid and material, so tangible?
I turned my ear to his chest. He breathed, faintly. His chest was hard underneath his clothes; I could feel the definition of the muscles. His arms, too, I knew, bore a certain manly beauty and strength.
But a heartbeat?
I furrowed my brows. I had not heard one at first. Could his immortality have robbed him of that simple function as well?
I listened again.
There was no heartbeat!
A deep, unabiding sadness consumed me. I wanted to cry. I let out a low sigh instead, tears glistening in my eyes surely.
"Ah, cara," his voice took on a smooth, honeyed tone. "Do not weep so for one such as me. It does not become you and I do not deserve it."
Pulling--no, yaking--my hair back, forcing me to look at him, he quickly took my mouth, kissing me hard and savagely, forcing my lips apart with a flick of his tongue. I almost swooned, but let out a moan, my tongue dodging, battling, succombing to his sensual attacks.
Indeed, I could feel his own desire for me building, growing between his legs--powerful, built-for-speed type of legs I imagined. At least the dark forces had spared him that part of his male anatomy.
I reached down, cradling it in my hands. He moaned, and continued his attack on my mouth, biting my upper lip, sucking my lower, but never enough to draw blood.
"Yes," he put the word into my mind.
I felt his hands shift and lower on my nakedness, his fingers finding my nipples, flicking them to attention, circling them, flicking them again. Then came the coup de grace: pinching them, not letting go.
He had me up against the wall now, I suppose. I don't remember.
The only details I do remember are we weren't in my bedroom anymore. No, he had spirited us both back away to a dark place, no windows I noticed let in the light from outside. Lots of black and crimson red and hints of deep purple and green.
I noticed a great four-poster bed (must have been antique?) out of the corner of my eye.
"Welcome home."
<Click>, <Click>
<Click>, <Click>
My wrists and ankles were put in cuffs on the wall, my legs forced apart by another pair of hands. Her hands.
He started to pull away, my dark immortal one. I had gotten used to his lips and mouth and the nearness of him.
In desperation, I put my tongue to the tip of his fangs, caressing them slowly, hungrily.
"Careful, cara," came the words in my mind. A last kiss on my forehead.
"I don't care. I want you. I want this."
He smiled then, and pulled away, straigtening his clothes, never taking his eyes from me.
"In time, my sweet. In time."
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