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POSSESSION Rating: MA/NC17- for graphic sex, language and mild violence. Genre: Um, you know who wrote this, right? Sookie and Bill smut with a little bit of Eric. Setting: Nothing specific, a combination of show and books. Inspiration: Well, Tincar and Citizenerased wanted to try and write a story together, so this is the result. Disclaimer: We do not own these characters or the awesome world in which they inhabit, we are only borrowing them from Mr Ball and Ms Harris and will respectfully return them when we are done NOTE: This is a writers challenge/chain story, people. Which means every few days one of us will continue the story for a few paragraphs until it is complete. It will be chaotic and possibly slightly messy, especially considering we are in totally different countries, but hopefully you will enjoy the experience. Thanks for reading! | |||||||||||||||
| * It seemed like I could never have a night out in Shreveport without ending up in this place. Fangtasia, with its edgy, dangerous atmosphere, reeking of sex and booze and a mild dash of fear. Crammed full of curious gawkers in chinos with cameras around their necks, standing in corners staring and giggling, buying t shirts, feeling daring because they were visiting a vampire bar. And then there were the minions in black- long dresses, capes, leather and studs and bare flesh temptingly displayed. I despised them, these fangbangers and their cliché clothes and their needy, hungry thoughts, but in rare moments of self awareness, I wondered whether I was any different to them. My boyfriend was a vampire, and I needed him alright, I was so hungry for what he could give me I couldn't go a day without feeling his cool, gentle touch on every inch of my skin, and the sweet, addictive pain of his bite. I had been counting on feeling all that tonight, but nooooo. I was sitting alone in a booth in the corner watching the scene, bored by the buzz of everyone's horny thoughts, mildly aroused by my own, while Bill was holed out the back with the almighty Sheriff of Area 5 talking secret vampire business. Business I was so not interested in even if I had been invited to hear it. I was just fine here, alone with my gin and tonic, tapping my fingers on the tabletop, giving my brittle fake smile to anyone who caught my eye, the Crazy Sookie smile. I was wondering how long I was going to have to wait, my bad mood rapidly descending to the tipping point for a grand old temper tantrum. The night had started out nice, Bill taking me out for dinner and sitting there patiently while I ate, nothing with garlic of course. Then a movie, my choice this time, a romantic, gross out comedy which had me shrieking with laughter. Still giggling, we had walked to the car holding hands, stopping here and there to kiss, Bill whispering dark promises in my ear about what was going to happen when we got back to his place. We had not been together for very long, at least not without something dramatic and horrible to interrupt our domestic bliss. I had been enjoying having him to myself and not having to worry about local murderers, angry fanatics who wanted to kill us, or my damn annoying vampire stepdaughter Jessica who had taken off for a couple of weeks with none other than Hoyt Foytenberry, much to his momma's horror. So I was pretty pissed when Bill announced he had to stop by Fangtasia to see Eric, and my whining had caused his calm, beautiful face to flicker with the tiniest hint of annoyance before he apologised and promised to get it over with as fast as possible. I knew there were parts of his life I had to stay shut out of, things he needed to do that would interrupt our semi-normal existence, but it still upset me, and Eric...well, staying away from him was my preferred way of living. He made me laugh with his constant suggestive comments, his hot blue gaze, teasing Bill with his obvious leering and witty words. But it made me feel terribly guilty, finding him amusing, because I knew Bill did not find him amusing at all. In fact, out of the few times I had ever seen Bill on the edge of wanting to kill someone Eric was usually involved. The beast that lurked inside my boyfriend was kept tightly closed in. He was a vampire, but to me he was a very gentle, caring, considerate one, I never saw the vicious, selfish, possessive hunter that was so damn obvious in the big blonde Viking that was his superior. A sick part of me was kind of curious about that side, but to Bill I was a princess that must be treated as if I was made of precious glass, most of the time. Sometimes in bed I saw flashes of the vampire...oh okay, I was now blushing beet red. I better save these thoughts until I get out of here. I wondered what time it was, would we be able to get home and have time to make love before Bill had to go to ground? My eyes wandered over to the bar, flicking sideways when I saw two figures emerge from the door to the back offices. One enormous and radiantly blonde and flashy, wearing a black vest and tight ass leather pants and some ridiculous belt with a huge 'look at my package' buckle. The other man, my man, was shorter, hair as dark as night, lithe with muscles under his navy blue shirt and snug trousers. His gaze immediately flicked to me, and I smiled warmly, forgetting my mood, as always his gorgeous blue eyes, fine white skin and sly little half-smile making me inwardly flutter. Bill gestured to the bar with one elegant hand and I nodded, getting the message, and I watched him closely as he bought us two drinks, admiring the sleek way he moved, like a panther, quiet and controlled and graceful. Unlike the Viking who lurked next to him, still talking to Bill, he dominated the space around him with his big body and and arrogant, take charge demeanour, I could totally imagine him in some far off age, axe in hand, running full tilt into a burning village to plunder and ravage. As I eyed the two vampires, two completely different men, enjoying the random thoughts I was having about what they were, dark and light, subtle and brazen, gentle and domineering, my own personal vampire flashed over to my side, handing me my drink with a cool kiss and a few murmured words, apologising for the stop at Fangtasia yet again and saying we could leave soon. I sipped my drink as Bill sat down opposite me and gulped down his bottle of O Negative, obviously thirsty and needing a pick me up, talking with him about our night and exchanging a few light caresses under the table, the silky touch of his hand on my bare knee making me shiver. You would think I would be able to control my urges given I had been having regular sex every night for the last few weeks, but unfortunately knowing what pleasure was waiting for me when I got home only made it worse, I went mad if there was a night where we didn't have time to make love. I ran my hand up one strong, muscled thigh, hooked my fingers in his belt and gave him my best 'come and get me' look before pulling away. His blue eyes widened and flared with darkness over the rim of his bottle. 'Okay, Sookie, we will leave in a minute,' he said huskily, smirking in a pleased fashion. It wasn't like me to be so obvious, I was still learning how to be a sex kitten, maybe that's why he was still so careful with me. 'Good, you know I hate this place,' I said cheekily, sticking my tongue out at him, putting my empty glass down and sweeping my eyes around the room, eyeing the swarm of patrons, or victims, and their vampire idols. My gaze landed inevitably back on the only other vampire I knew in the bar and was mildly intrigued by, and lingered. I had not seen Eric with a woman before in any meaningful way, except as a snack, but there was a woman with him now. And she wasn't melting into him like Jello, waiting to be devoured, she was actually laughing at him and turning away from his attempt to kiss her neck, I felt for her mind, and found a stream of jumbled, excited thoughts. She wasn't a vampire, she was in fact a daring human, a tall, stunning redhead, not dressed in the usual black and leather but an elegant evening gown, where did she come from? I guess it didn't matter, Eric probably knew a lot of women, and not all of them lame fangbangers. He probably had crazy Viking sex every night with a different woman every time, and he was so big. For a brief disloyal second I wondered what it would be like to be tossed around the bed like a doll by a creature so big and powerful and experienced, to be grabbed hard like he was doing with the redhead, her hair pulled into his huge fist, yanking her head back, his other hand swatting at her ass as he bent in to nip her... oh no, Sookie, don't go there. Stop looking, don't think about it. Don't think about how exciting it would be to be completely helpless, dominated and controlled with no way of getting free. At least don't think about it in relation to Eric! I gasped and dragged my eyes away from the couple at the bar, coming straight back down to earth when my gaze clashed with a pair of furious blue eyes opposite me. Oops. * Bill bored his eyes into her. He felt her blood stir and followed her gaze across the room to the bar. He watched her as she stared at Eric who was wrapped around a voluptuous redhead. His eyes fell to Sookie’s legs and he watched as she rubbed her thighs together; her lips slightly parted as Eric yanked the women’s hair, pulling her head back and raking his fangs on her neck. The redhead shifted her thighs; again Sookie shifted along with her as blood trickled from the cut. Her chest filled with air making her breasts tight against her dress. He gazed at her erect nipples. She is aroused. By Eric! The heat from her body intensified as it bounced off his skin and her nails tightened on his thigh. Her doe eyes peered up at him, half embarrassed, half frightened at the look she saw in his eyes. “Something over there interest you, Sookie?” She dropped her eyes to her lap, only to have his hand pull her head back to met his gaze. “It’s not exactly Eric. It’s…” Bill reached his hand up and laced his long fingers through her beautiful strands of gold hair. His jaw twitched at the thought of her watching Eric. She was his delicate flower and now she stared at the rough Viking. Why? He tightened his fingers around her hair and forced her head to look toward the bar, toward Eric. “Why Sookie?” The second she felt the strands of her hair pull on her scalp, wetness seeped through her panties. Her cheeks burned with red shame and his grasp tightened at her silence. He was never rough with her and now he was furious at her actions. Her soul be damned it was turning her on like never before. How could she tell him this excited her? He was old fashioned, would he think her a slattern? She watched as Eric licked the blood from the women’s neck. Her eyes stared not knowing why he had not fed from her yet. He was just watching the blood trickle from the cut and then licking it before it reached her collarbone. He was entranced by the blood and very aroused by it. Oh God, I looked at his package. That damn belt. Bill pulled her head back, pulling the strands harder. Her lips parted, an uncontrolled sound of pleasure escaped her lips. The sound radiated through his body and his cock tightened and jumped at the sound. His fangs popped; his mind was confused. If she is excited over Eric, I will fuck her until she can not walk, until her legs tremble uncontrollably beneath me. Until I wipe any thought of any other man out of her mind, especially Eric. His body shivered with a wave of excitement. The thought of shoving himself into her, hard, without caution sparked a fire that had been extinguished long ago. He has always been gentle with her, always held back his hunger. She was his virgin, as delicate as a butterfly wing. As furious as he was, he was also very aroused which was a dangerous combination. He loosened his grip on her hair as the waitress came over. The waitress paused, noticing the odd demeanor at the table. She always melted when Bill Compton came in the bar and fought the others to wait on his table. Despite the fact that he was with this timid little girl, she thought he was much more powerful then he let show on the surface. She dropped her eyes to his lap and her mouth gaped open. Her body reacted before her mind could control it. She licked her lips at the sight of his engorged flesh pushing against the fabric of his pants. Remembering herself she popped her eyes back to the two of them and met with a set of jealous, hot brown eyes. Oops! She cleared her throat and starred back at her. “Can I get the two of you another drink?” Sookie opened her mouth to speak and Bill cut her words off. “Yes, we will have another round.” He gave her a smile out of the corner of his mouth and Sookie pulled her hand away from his lap. Her blood boiled for a different reason now and a wicked grin surfaced his face. As soon as the waitress turned, he slid his fingers back through her hair and yanked her head back. “Now, where were we?” He tilted her head back to Eric. If she wanted to stare at him, she might as well do it in front of him. Between the smoke and the fog from the dance floor, the room was beginning to fill with a white haze and it stung her eyes. Eric allowed smoking in his bar and it passed the law restriction. He argued the point that vampires were already dead so why care about cancer. Most politicians strayed away from the Vampire’s Rights Amendment, afraid that something they say would put a blemish on their political career. Eric had swayed their votes to lift the “No Smoking Law” for vampire bars. Bill stared at the water forming in her eyes. He tilted her head toward him, did I hurt her? The anger boiled within him, he was too infuriated to care if his action brought her to tears. Seeing her aroused by Eric stabbed at his chest. “You still have not answered me Sookie. Why-?” He tightened his grip and she squeezed her eyes shut. He was way more skilled then Eric. He had seen Eric with women many times. Eric was quite the exhibitionist and he was more into his own pleasure rather then others. There was no doubt that the women were satisfied with what he gave them but Bill knew he was better then him. He jerked her head to open her eyes; Sookie’s blood still stirred with desire as she watched Eric’s hand slip into the women’s elegant dress to fondle her breast. She watched Eric’s knuckles push against the inside of the fabric as he pinched her nipple causing the redhead's face to contorted into a painful expression then her nails dug into the leather wrapped around Eric’s ass. She should fight Bill’s grasp but the tighter he pulled the more she liked it. Her cheeks flushed red as images of Bill flashed through her mind, not the gentle soul that he had always been but the beast she was now craving within him. His anger mounted with every rise and fall of her chest. Her breathing had increased every time she looked at Eric. He would not tolerate this. She was his and he would make sure she knew that. Before she knew what happened she was outside against his car, dizzy from the speed which they traveled in. His body pressed against her so forcefully she couldn’t breathe. “Look at me!” His commanding voice rumbled through her chest making her knees weak. She had tried to avoid his eyes, tried to hide the shameful thoughts that ran through her mind but now she locked eyes with him and fire ran through her blood. Bill drew his head back, his expression changed to bewilderment. There was a spark in her eyes that he had never seen before and it traveled through his body at lightening speed making his cock pound inside his pants. He pressed it against her. Did he misread her actions, her arousal? His fangs reacted at the glimmer of lust in her eyes; they ached to feel her skin wrapped around them. He slipped his hand inside her panties to find them drenched with the soft silkiness that he loved. He brought his lips to her ear and breathed into it; she loved when he did that. His voice was laced with power and desire. “This better be for me Sookie. Are you going to tell me why you were staring at Eric or do I have to fuck it out of you?” * He had known right away. Even if he hadn't noticed me looking in Eric's direction, he would have felt it, the flood of excitement mixed with shame coursing through my body. He always knew, the blood bond we shared was almost as good as being able to read my mind. And now I was in a big old pile of trouble. At his crude words I let out a little moan, part surprise, part toe-curling delight. Bill almost never swore, his good manners and old-fashioned speech didn't lend themselves to cussing up a storm like most people I knew. I loved that about him, but I wanted to hear more. The filthy words, along with the steady movement of a fingertip around my nub, was making me dissolve, though I was bright red with embarrassment at being felt up in the parking lot. I grasped for words that would satisfy his anger, his curiosity. As much as I loved the idea of him 'fucking it out of me' he deserved some explanation. 'I...I wasn't looking at Eric,' I half lied, shivering when I felt the tiniest scrape of his fangs over the pulse point in my neck, taking it as a warning. 'I was looking at the way he was touching that woman...like she was an object, a toy he could break.' There, I gulped, hoping like hell Bill wasn't going to ask me to explain any further. The strong, hard body that held me pinned against the car was still rigid with fury, or lust, or both. I made a little mewling sound as another finger slipped down through my wet folds. 'You want to be treated like a toy? A whore?' He enquired, the vibration of his low, sweet voice decorating my skin with goose bumps. 'Are you longing for something violent and brutish? Do I not satisfy you?' There was no easy way to answer such a dangerous question, I wanted to sink into the pavement and hide, but I lifted my chin bravely, catching his shadowed gaze, his face still and wary, fangs glimmering in the street lights. He reminded me of an animal on the brink of pouncing on its prey. 'No, Bill! It's not that...it's just, you don't have to be so careful with me.' I paused, giving him a nervous smile. 'Don't worry about hurting me, for once I'd like to see you lose control...I kind of like the idea...' I could count on one hand the number of times he had fucked me rather than made love to me, the graveyard being the most amazing occasion, my knees always gave in whenever I thought about that strange, terrifying night. He had been so hungry and angry and relentless. I shifted against him, lost in memory, hiding my face in the curve of his neck and pushing my hips forward to take that hovering finger inside me. Groaning as I felt it slide up inside, I bit him hard for good measure, almost drawing blood. Stop thinking and fuck me, it's you I want, it's always you, I said silently. Hell, he could fuck me right across the hood of the car if he wanted to and damn the potential audience. I felt a tiny growl sound against my squashed breasts at the bite, and my sudden shriek was muffled by his greedy kiss, my mouth pushed open by a cool, probing tongue, my body wrenched apart by three fingers. It was abrupt and painful, a rough penetration, fast and deep. I squirmed and panted, concentrating hard on keeping quiet, losing myself in his kiss. There were people strolling past us, I could hear the odd snicker and giggle, thankfully nobody was stupid enough to catcall in case one of us was a vampire. I burned with shame and pleasure, bucking upwards into his cruel touch, taking it like the slut I wanted to be, spreading my thighs invitingly, my hands slipping down to grasp his lovely, firm ass then sliding around to touch his hardness through his pants. My tongue flicked along his fangs the way he liked, and Bill hissed like a rattlesnake, his thumb finding my clit and flicking it hard, bringing me to my peak. I was in a tearing hurry to come, both wanting to get out of public view and so crazily roused I was unable to stop galloping towards the explosion of light in my mind, the flood of heat in my belly. I saw it flickering behind my eyelids, and I wrenched away from his mouth, silencing my cry in the same place I had bitten him before, biting again in reflex as my body began to ripple around his hand. I broke the skin this time, and he let out a wild moan when I sucked at the tiny wound, catching his sweet blood on my tongue, oh God, oh wow. My knees folded under me as the orgasm quickly receded, and a free hand grabbed my shoulder to keep me upright. I lapped at the bloody spot on his skin, one final taste before the wound sealed shut. Bill was withdrawing, leaving me empty and only mildly satisfied. He stepped back from me slightly, giving me space to breathe properly. I gasped when he lifted his wet fingers to his mouth and licked them with relish, closing my eyes to the devilish image. 'You are still a little girl in many ways,' he said thickly. 'Tonight I will teach you not to flinch from the things I will do to you.' I was reeling from his words when I sensed at wisp of movement near us. I opened my eyes and groaned, not in lust but in mortification. Bill whirled around, shielding me with his body and snarling at Eric, really showing his fangs. The big, blonde hunk of Viking laughed lightly, giving an equally fangy smirk. The redhead glamourpuss was nowhere to be seen, perhaps he had sent her to his office to wait for his return from his little trawl around the parking lot, I tried not to think about them fucking across his desk, tried real hard. 'Tut tut, Bill, you know the rules,' Eric said in his deceptively mild voice. 'No...lingering in the parking lot...' He paused and sniffed the air in a dramatic fashion, his smirk becoming wider, I straightened the skirts on my nice date dress and got ready to step in before a fight broke out. Bill had not stopped snarling, too horny and angry to put on his usual calm front. I was deadly embarrassed at Eric's knowledge of what we had been doing, but I had to do something. 'Ahh, good evening, Miss Stackhouse!' Eric said in a delighted voice as I ducked out from behind Bill, taking his hand firmly and stepping forward between the two bristling vampires. It was a pity Pam wasn't outside as well, she would really be loving this. 'Eric, go to hell,' I said shortly, being Very Grumpy Sookie. 'Bill, honey, take me home. Now.' I tugged at my pissed off boyfriend's hand, and glimpsed Eric's eyes narrow for a brief second before I was lifted off my feet and deposited in the passenger seat of the BMW as quick as a wink. For once I was grateful rather than startled by Bill's superfast speed, I was now safe out of sight, and safe from from my terrible wandering, naughty old mind. We drove off with a screech of tyres, leaving Eric in the dust, probably laughing his fine ass off. I breathed deep and slow, feeling rattled by everything- my bad thoughts, my furious lover, my orgasm, the confrontation. Bill was ominously silent, I slid my eyes cautiously sideways to check if he was still angry at me. I didn't mind him being a little bit angry, enough to let me see his dark side, but I didn't want to hurt him, I loved him, I didn't want his rage to be permanent. His face was dark and determined, he had not retracted his fangs, and when he turned and gave me a little smile it was more like a threatening leer. 'This...this isn't the way to Bon Temps.' I said shakily, noticing we had taken a different direction when exiting the parking lot. 'No, it isn't.' he rumbled, looking me up and down, his eyes lingering particularly long on my boobs before he turned away to face the road. 'I don't have the patience to wait until we get home.' His fingers flexed on the steering wheel, like claws, I imagined them sinking into my flesh, bruising me, and my lust flared up like bonfire again, I forgot about Eric and my shame in an instant. I could not take my eyes off him, his stillness, his quiet power, his beauty, Even when doing something as boring and everyday as driving a car he still took my breath away, especially when he was in such a black mood. 'If you want to be treated like a whore,' he added, turning once again to gaze at me. I jumped slightly at the nasty word, the hot desire twisting his face. 'I will take you to a cheap hotel, where I will spend the night using and abusing you. Perhaps then I will satisfy your curiosity.' I gaped at him for a moment, dumbstruck, then slumped against the car door, putting as much space as possible between myself and his glowering presence. The silence was thick and heavy around us, as if we were waiting for a thunderstorm to break, and I wondered, scared and excited and impatient all at once, what I had gotten myself into tonight. * Bill tightened his hands on the steering wheel. Her blood racing through her veins as the adrenaline pumped through her body was more then he could take. Concentrating on the road became a challenge. He tried hard to make is fangs retract but it was useless. He has never been this aroused. The pressure down below became painful as his cock pounded against the fabric of his pants as if it had its own heartbeat. He slid his eyes over to her. He stared as she rested against the door, wringing her nervous hands together in her lap. He felt the anticipation grow inside her. He always wanted to show her things sexual, teach her new and exciting ways to enjoy each other. Just the thought of what he was going to do to her, the look of ecstasy on her face, made the pain in his groin increase. He shifted in his seat to relieve the pain in his groin. Nothing was helping and if he didn’t do something soon, he was sure his cock would rip through his pants before he made it to the hotel. His eyes turned black with lust as a wicked smile crept up onto his face. Sookie turned her head at the sound of his zipper. He slightly lifted his hips as he slid his hand inside his pants to release his erection. Her mouth gaped at his actions and her eyes went wide at the size of his shaft. All the times she’s been with him, naked against his flesh, she has never seen it this big. It was as if all the blood in his entire body rested within its hardness. The corner of his mouth pulled up as he gazed at her. His voice was deep, laced with a needful lust. “Sookie, you need to put your mouth on this, now...” As his words rolled over her body, her nipples tightened, electricity radiated just underneath her skin all the way down to her toes. Redness burned her cheeks and she looked around the empty car making sure no one else was watching. She was not skilled at this. She had done it before for him but she needed more practice to please him this way. She hesitated. He reached his hand over and cupped the back of her neck, pulling her toward him. He briefly pulled his eyes from the road to burn a kiss into her lips. When he pulled back, her eyes were full of desire. His body craved to be inside her. An internal struggle began within him. The urge to pull over and have his way with her in the car grew stronger with every embedded reflector he passed on the road. Remembering her words, he tightened his grip around her neck and pushed her toward his throbbing flesh. This is what she wanted, to be his toy. Her breath caught in her chest and she swallowed a lump that hung in her throat. She found her mouth wet with a desire to please him. She licked her lips as she lowered herself further down to his swollen flesh. Her heart pounded in her chest as she flicked her tongue out to taste him. He gripped the steering wheel so tight the leather groaned beneath his hands. He moaned as her tongue flicked out like a snake, barley touching his skin, the hot sensation searing the head of his shaft. He laid his head back onto the headrest and his arms were tight and rigid as she began to tease the head of his cock with her tongue. He began to breathe and she smiled at the sound. He only breathed when he was really excited or if she needed to be comforted. She traced the contour of the head with her tongue then slowly enclosed her lips around the tip. Bill moaned loader as the heat from her mouth shot through his cock. Oh God…I should really pull over. She flicked her tongue back and forth, keeping her lips closed tightly around him. His moans made her feel empowered. His hand slid into her dress and pinched a taut nipple. She could feel the silkiness soak into her panties at his touch. He waited, gripping the wheel tighter, wanting to feel her mouth take the full length of him. His hips arched begging her to take all of him but she teased him more with her tongue. She bowed her chest out, meeting his open hand and he thumbed her nipple answering her body's need. She opened her mouth and he felt the cool air rush in over his skin. She came down on his shaft, all the way. He felt the head of his cock glide into the back of her throat and then she closed her lips around him. The heat from her mouth penetrated every working nerve in his body. His shaft twitched in her mouth as she slowly pulled her warm, wet lips back up to the tip. He laced his fingers in her hair and pushed her back down. His body began to shudder as his climax built inside him. Her desire to be his toy and her desire to be manhandled was wreaking havoc on his self control. He tried hard to hold back as she took over, bobbing her head up and down on his cock. They had begun to play a game and she was definitely playing her part well. He flung the wheel to the right pulling into the hotel, almost taking out the “complementary breakfast for humans” sign then he slammed the gear shift in to park so hard he almost broke the steering column. He gripped her hair tighter and as much as he hated to stop her, he wanted desperately to get her into a room. “Sookie, stop.” She was lost to his pleasure, working his hardness faster. The blood bond worked both ways; she could feel him just as much as he could feel her. She wanted to give him release. She moaned onto his cock and his body gave into her mouth as the sound vibrated his flesh. His hand rested on her head and he leaned back into the seat as lightening bolts of pleasure shot through his body. He jerked beneath her as his climax began. He quickly pulled her to his mouth, devoured the taste of her lips as he finished himself with his hand. Stroking slowly as his seed spilled. Her body was on fire as their eyes connected. Both of them understood the urgency to get into a room; his hardy sexual appetite was only mildly quenched. Her panties were soaked and now his pants were wet. He could simply leave his shirt un-tucked but her nipples were not going down anytime soon. They spoke no words as the got out of the car. Sookie looked at the semi truck parked next to them and caught a glimpse of the driver in the mirror. Her face turned completely red as she looked back at the car. He could see right inside the car. Her eyes shot over to Bill and he gave her a devilish grin. He knew… Bill slid his arm around her waist and pulled her tightly to him as they walked into the lobby of the “The Dead Inn” hotel. Sookie looked around. It was a “mid” end hotel. There were no windows anywhere so they obviously catered to vampires. She stood back while Bill made the reservations. He scooped her up and they were on their way to the top floor. When the door opened she was taken back by its appearance. It was much larger then she expected. She glanced at Bill who was laying his things out on the table. “I got the suite if you’re wondering why the room is so large. A whore who gives a blowjob like that deserves the best room.” Her face pulled back again as the words stung her, but her body loved it. She walked over to the bedroom and stood, frozen with her mouth gaped open. She lost another pint of blood as the redness crawled into her cheeks. There were mirrors everywhere, on the ceiling, all around the bed, on every wall. Her nerves began to tug at her stomach. This may be more then she bargained for. She felt Bill’s hands on her waist and he pushed her forward into the room, walking her over to the mirrors on the wall. He felt her struggling inside. The good girl inside her was fighting this very naughty idea. He stood behind her and turned her toward the mirrors, staring at her beautiful image. He untied the bow that rested on the back of her neck letting the straps fall down over her skin. His hands slid into the front of her dress, cupping her breast he pulled them up above the material. Her nipples stood erect and the cold air tightened them to painful points. She turned her head away from the mirrors, embarrassed at the image before her. Bill grabbed her hair and pulled her head back toward the mirror, hard, like she had requested. He grasped a nipple and rolled it gently between his two fingers. Her lips slightly parted and her breathing increased. His eyes flickered as his erection pressed into the back of her. “I think we will start in this room. How attached are you to this dress, Sookie?” His hand wrapped around the material of her dress at her midsection. “Bill, don’t you dare rip this dress.” His head tilted down as he glared at her in the mirror, their eyes clashed and he growled as his fangs popped. He was ready to give her what she desired. * It was pretty clear that the perverted hotel owners assumed not a lot of sleeping would be going on in this bedroom, except during the daytime out of necessity. The mirrors on the walls and the ceiling flashed our reflections back at us from all angles, like a funhouse at the State Fair. There was a king sized bed in the centre of the floor, but no sign of the traditional coffin. I assumed because the room was completely light proof Bill would be able to sleep on the bed next to me like a normal person, which made me happy for a brief second before extreme nervousness and horniness swamped me again. I had a feeling I'd be keeping vampire hours after this encounter; my naughty mind had moved on from the disconcerting events at the bar and was now gleefully looking forward to a good old-fashioned ravishing. In the morning I would be very sore, marked with his bite, woozy from blood loss and perhaps unable to walk without help. It was pretty sick of me to want that maybe, but I was too hot to trot to care, and though I was cringing slightly at the thought of seeing myself naked and busy from all sides there was no room for modesty now, I was in too deep, lost in the role I had picked for myself. That didn't mean I wasn't going to put up a bit of a fight though, as what kind of predator wanted its victim to give in easily? And that's what he was; the gentle, considerate boyfriend I usually saw had been replaced by this intimidating vampire stranger, who held me pinned between his strong hands, his handsome face looming over my shoulder, fangs fully down, thirsty for my blood and poised to rip my body, and possibly my favourite dress apart, I could barely stay upright in my shiny red heels I was shivering so much. His hands fisted the flowered fabric covering my belly, and I shrieked as I heard it give way, I thrashed about suddenly, almost breaking free from his clutches before he hauled me backwards against his chest. The pretty cotton was ripped in two, a perfect line from bodice to hem, how did he do that? 'Damn it, Bill, I'm going to kill you!' I screeched, trying to get a hand up to slap him across the face, over-egging my outrage for the fun of it. 'That was my favourite dress! What the hell I am going to wear home? You planning on taking me back to Bon Temps wrapped in a fucking sheet?' 'Shut up.' Bill snarled, sliding the ragged dress off my hips and tossing it to the floor. My brown eyes widened in the mirror's reflection, then locked with his. His own eyes were like filmed ice, with something burning black under the surface. I barely noticed when my soaked panties went the same way of the dress, I was hypnotised by his challenging gaze. His head dipped, cold lips skimming over the line of my shoulder, I heard him breathe in my scent slowly, like man with a glass of very expensive wine. 'You are so beautiful, my Sookie,' he said, his rough tone smoothing out into pure seduction. 'Your skin is like honey in this light...your body so ripe and warm. I cannot wait to taste every inch of it.' I heard myself whining, felt my defensive posture relaxing, my bare backside pushing back into the solid bulge of his erection. I wanted him inside me now, could not wait to feel him filling me, I dripped with need, my thighs squeezing together tightly to relieve some of the pressure. His hands closed over my breasts, so very pale against my tanned flesh, and he stopped nuzzling my throat and spoke again. 'It is a pity such a beautiful girl has such a foul mouth...you like shrieking at me, don't you?' The sweet, low hum of his voice had suddenly become laced with a sharp edge, and his touch was no longer so reverent, his nails were digging into my skin. God, I couldn't keep up with these wild switches in his mood, or my mood. 'Most of the time you deserve it.' I snapped, jerking my chin up, remembering all the many times I had yelled at him, I usually had a good reason, but he didn't appear to agree. An exasperated look flickered across his face, and then he pounced, scooping me up off the carpet into his arms. My heels clattered to the floor and I squeaked in surprise. 'I don't deserve it tonight,' he muttered darkly, swinging us away from the mirror. 'You however, definitely deserve a lesson.' He tossed me face down on the bed like a rag doll, so forcefully I bounced. I lay there stunned for a second before lifting my head to glare at him and spit some retort, but the grumpy expression slid off my face as I saw his clothes being shed at speed. Pearly white skin stretched tightly over hard, sculpted muscle, strong thighs, an ass perfect for grabbing, scratchy dark hair trailing down his stomach to his beautiful cock, which I had so recently had in my mouth. I never thought I would be doing something like that in a car, I was certainly letting my bad girl tendencies run wild tonight. Bill stood there for a moment, a proud smirk twitching on his lips as he felt my eyes on him, felt the rush of desire through my veins, then he climbed above me, molding his cool body against my back, his erection slipping down the cleft of my buttocks. I shifted against the mattress impatiently, muffling a moan in the trashy gold bedspread. Kisses trailed down my spine as he rolled on his side to get access to my curves, tracing the dip of my waist, the soft rise of my hip, his fingers kneading my flesh. Some of the tension in my body began to recede, and I heaved a deep sigh of pleasure, but the precious minute of relaxation did not last. Without warning, the flat of his hand landed sharply across my ass, and I jumped as if I had been shot with a Taser gun. 'Oh my God, you soooo just didn't do that!' I definitely heard him chuckle, the bastard. My skin was burning with the print of the smack, I tried to slither out from under his looming figure but I wasn't going anywhere, he had me pinned with his legs. Before I could let out a stream of cuss words I felt his fingertips trail down to my wetness, going for my nub and circling it gently. I wriggled against his hand, seeking more friction, the pleasure contrasting with the tingling pain in a strange but wonderful way. But then he withdrew and spanked me again, harder this time, making me cry out in shock. I was so stunned by what he was doing, confused and outraged and angry at myself for being so turned on. I struggled and shrieked as the lesson continued, and moaned when he would pause to tease my clit and map the shape of my folds, delicate and torturous. When he finally spoke, his voice was so thick with arousal it was unbearable to hear, the high pitched whining noise in my throat unfortunately not blocking the words out. I couldn't stand this, I was throbbing, the pressure in my guts as heavy as a cannonball. 'Are you ready to beg now, my Sookie? I know that you are, I can feel it...beg me and I will stop this.' I clawed at the pillows, biting my lip to keep my mouth shut. Pleasure and pain...he was showing me another way how they blended together. It was useless to try and resist, I was ready to go off, had to, or else I would explode all over this bed. Admit it, Sookie, you love it and you never wanted to come more than you do at this moment. 'Please...oh please,' I whimpered pathetically. 'Please stop, I need you Bill, I need...' Now he had vented some of his frustration, I prayed he would take me, fuck me, drink from me, I was totally shameless, though my face was flaming as much as my ass. 'Turn over and spread your legs for me,' I heard him hiss, and I obeyed, rolling on my back, an arm going up to shield my eyes from the sight of us in the stupid ceiling mirror. I felt him lean over me to lift it away instantly. 'No, Sookie, you must watch.' Oh shit. I opened my lids and saw myself, all snarled hair, swollen nipples, my thighs open wide, my hands clutching at the mattress. A dangerous creature was crouched between my legs, glowing in the half light, his face hidden as he gazed down at his destination. One of my hands flew up to twine in the thick, dark hair at the base of his skull, and I guided him down to taste me. I was so hot and sensitive and ready I wailed the moment his tongue slipped inside me, he growled deeply as my wetness filled his mouth, drawing my folds inside and sucking at them greedily. I went completely crazy then, making sounds that were barely human, wriggling and bucking upwards to meet every stroke of his tongue across my nub. We were so careless in our urgency I felt his fangs nick me more than once, but I barely noticed the sting, waves of heat travelled through me, making my body tight with tension and prickly with sweat. I so wanted to let go, but I fought it for a while, enjoying the sweet torture he was giving to me, his grunts of satisfaction, the sight of him in the mirror feasting on my juices driving my excitement into the heavens. 'I want your fingers in me...fill me.' I gasped, not recognising my own frantic voice. 'Oh fuck!' Three of them slipped into me, moving fast and slick as the long licks at my clit intensified; no more teasing now, I was getting everything I wanted. A gigantic wave of bliss came crashing down up me before I could escape it. I screamed, the pulse of my loins matching my hammering heart. Blinded and thrashing about like a madwoman, I felt rather than saw his mouth nuzzle against the softness of my inner thigh, the crunch of flesh being pierced, brief pain, then the indescribable ecstasy of my blood being drawn from my body. As I climaxed, seeing only darkness, feeling every nerve in my body sing, I also felt my lover swimming through my veins, could feel his contentment as he fed from me, as easily as he could always sense mine. And nothing had ever felt so good. Nothing could top this. Nothing. * Bill fixed his eyes on her reflection in the mirror as he peeked over her creamy thigh. She had unknowingly thrown a leg over his shoulder tilting them to the side as her body rippled with spasms like never before. She breathed words without knowing and felt as if her body belonged to someone else, like she was possessed by some sex goddess. Someone daring, experienced, wanton and ready to please her man. Closing the holes of his lustful bite, he licked her thigh where he had sucked the sweet red liquid. He watched as her chest still labored to breathe; her fingers lightly stroked her delicate stomach. His enhanced sight could see every bead of sweat that decorated her beautiful skin and his sensitive hearing picked up her chanting what was no more then a whisper. She slowly moved her head from side to side, “Nothing can top this, nothing.” They were words spoken so softly they were not meant to be heard. Her warmth grabbed at his fingers still inside her. His cock throbbed beneath him as her whispers reached his ears. He pushed his hardness into the bed, the pressures intensifying his need. He wanted to be inside her, to feel her muscles grab and tighten around his shaft. Cupping the back of her calves he rolled her to her back as he raised himself to his knees. His fingers moved smoothly over her skin as he slid his hand to the small of her back. She was still stuck in a blissful realm of pleasure; her eyes shut and her lips parted to increase the oxygen she desperately breathed in. Her eyes opened, unsure if her body was truly moving or was she floating on some plane of ecstasy. Her eyes locked with his as he arched her body. “Oh…I think I can top this or at least match it.” He pulled her hips up to meet his and as he slid into her warmth they both moaned. He closed his eyes; the pleasure of being inside her was unlike nothing he had ever experienced. Waves of pleasure still rippled through her body and grabbed his shaft from inside her warmth. He fought for control over his body as he held her firmly against him, not moving, just savoring the feeling of her pulsing wetness wrapped around him. He opened his eyes and they locked with hers. His voice deepened with a raspy desire. “Your body is on fire Sookie and right where I want it. It is so sensitive to the touch; you could easily come again and again until you pass-out from pleasure.” He reached down and pulled himself out of her warmth then slid between her wet folds, bumping her nub with the head of his cock. Her body jerked at the touch. His movements were slow as he moved back and forth, making her body twitch each time he slid over her nub. Her hands grasped the sheets as she watched his movements from the mirror on the ceiling. His strong shoulders, defined back rippling as he held her to him with one hand under her ass while the other wrapped around his hardness and teased her to the point of madness. The sight of him touching himself shot flames of desire though her body. A whimper escaped her lips and she arched more trying to make his movements faster. She felt her body building again at his slow pleasing torture. Her eyes broke away from the mirror and met with his smoldering gaze. The look in his eyes was enough to push her over the edge right now. His stare had the look of a predator ready to pounce yet he was so controlled in his movements. She whimpered again as he rubbed himself against her nub. “What Sookie? Tell me what you want.” Redness filled her cheeks as the words she wanted to say filled her head. She tried to look away to compose herself, to continue to play her part, but everywhere she looked she saw the reflection of herself pressed against a gorgeous, powerful and deadly man. Little sounds escaped her lips but the words he wanted do not come out as much as she tried to form them. She lifted her hips as he moved his shaft side-to-side over her nub, teasing her, making her body burn for more. “Tell me what you want Sookie.” He slid his shaft down through her silkiness and rested it at her entrance; she rotated her hips as she felt the head of his hardness penetrate her opening. He stayed still, not moving, coaxing her to respond to him. She wanted him inside her but he didn’t move. He pulled away from her movements, sliding back up to her nub. She wrapped the gaudy-gold-colored bead spread around her fist and bit down on her knuckles just to have the blanket ripped away from her. He slid his shaft half way into her warmth then pulled it back out. She gasped as he entered her then whimpered as he took it away from her. “Sookie, tell me.” Her mind was spinning as he strategically drove her crazy with need. Her nipples hardened at the sound of his voice and her words rolled out of her with such an urgency she thought she would die if he didn’t give it to her. “I want you inside me, fuck me.” The smirk on his face held a wicked intent. He shook his head as his smirk turned deadly and his eyes burned into hers. “No.” His words stunned her and her breath caught in her throat. She felt his shaft penetrate her warmth and the full weight of his body covered her. He was aroused to such a painful height. He smothered her with his body, licking her neck; he buried his fangs into her skin and she screamed underneath him as the pain shot down to her toes. His tongues trailed over the marks then up to her ear were his teeth bit down on her lobe. The sound of his voice was more animal then human. “No Sookie, I want you to fuck me.” Before her hearts next beat he flipped over and she was impaled onto his shaft as he forced her to sit straight on top of him. She screamed as she took the full length of him inside her. Her knees pulled into his body as she tried to pull herself up. Her eyes were wide as she stared down at him. He pushed her back, not allowing her to fall forward. A firm hand came down on her ass and she jerked her hips forward. A wicked smiled surfaced his face followed by his nasty words. “Fuck me Sookie or I will have to spank you some more.” He saw the scared look in her eyes and the glimmer of excitement. He placed his hands on her hips and guided her movements, teachings her how to please him. She fell into her own rhythm and his hands fell away to the bed. Every moan that escaped his throat intensified her movements. She quickly learned how to hold her body so her nub rubbed against his skin. Oh God this feels so good. She was lost in the moment, moving her hips in a hypnotic rhythm like a belly dancer. His hardness bumped against “the spot” inside her warmth, a spot she didn’t realize she could make him rub against on her own. She felt her body building into such a huge ball of pleasure. From the inside out, she has never had a simultaneous orgasm from both pleasure spots on her body. She placed one of her hands behind her and rested it on his thigh as she dug her nails into his stomach with the other. He felt her body building as his shaft filled with seed, throbbing, threatening to overspill. Her breasts bounced as she worked his shaft; he ached to take her nipples between his teeth. His control was slipping as he placed his hands on her hips and lunged inside her. A sound of pleasure escaped her and he growled at the sound. “That’s it Sookie, fuck me.” Firm hands reddened her skin once again as he smacked her ass. His palm pushed her back until both of her hands rested on his thighs. “Look up Sookie.” Her head was thrown back as she ground her hips onto him. She opened her eyes and their reflection glared back at her. His thumb rotated her nub as his other hand helped her move on his shaft; she couldn’t breathe as the air became thick with lust. She watched herself move on top of him, watched the expressions move over his strong face and his eyes burn into her body. Oh God. She felt the special spot inside giving away first. She flung herself forward, grabbing his shoulder and flinging her head back. He watched her beautiful mane of hair fly backward almost in slow motion as it fanned out into the air. She screamed on top of him and moved faster, with an urgent need to come. She felt her nub harden as her inside walls collapsed. The minute her body jerked with her internal orgasm her nub gave away to pleasure and it began to match the pleasure from inside. Both spots simultaneously taking over her body; she came, wildly, explosively. She screamed his name as her warmth clenched his shaft. He couldn’t hold on any longer. He flipped her over and pressed her to the bed. His body smothered her with his weight and his hands slid underneath her grasping her ass with both hands. He slammed himself inside her as he pressed her against him, hard, relentless, making her take all of him. Her screams drove him wild; the tightness around his cock, milking him, pushing him over the edge. He abandoned himself allowing the erotic explosion to overspill. He growled into the nape of her neck as he frantically bucked inside her. She screamed words of pleasure as his fangs dug into her flesh. Like and animal he took her, all of her. Growling as he sucked hard on the wound while is cock still pounded into her warmth, greedily wanting more. He felt her body go limp underneath him as he savored the aftershocks of their orgasms. Her breathing was shallow and he pulled his head back to look at her. Her eyes were shut. Oh God, did I hurt her? “Sookie…Sookie. Are you okay?” Did he overdo it, was she okay? He vowed to love her sweetly, gently next time and to never treat her like this again if she didn’t enjoy it. She didn’t move. Was she unconscious? “Sookie, please say something.” * A cocktail of emotions, blood loss and a complete overload of pleasure had conspired to keep me just under the surface of consciousness. I could hear Bill murmuring at me, could feel him pick me up and settle me beneath the covers of the bed and then move away; but I couldn't respond, couldn't tell him I was okay and as happy and satisfied as girl could be. There was a soft sound of clothes being drawn on and the rattle of keys, and I knew he had left the room, possibly to get something or someone to revive me. God, the last thing I wanted was food, or the grumpy little person of Dr. Ludwig, but yeah, I was pretty weak. I tried lifting a hand to touch the still bleeding puncture marks on my throat, but only got half way before my arm dropped to the mattress like a piece of heavy wood. I wrinkled my nose at the metallic scent of my own blood; my silly vampire was so worried he'd taken off without licking me clean as he normally did. I guess Bill's chivalrous nature was giving him an attack of the guilts for ravaging me. I smiled softly as a rush of affection bubbled in my heart. Sometimes I didn't know how to deal with the complex, overwhelming love he had for me, I knew it was a completely different kind of love to what was normal between a man and a woman. It had been so hard for him to find it buried inside himself beneath the layers of darkness, and it was flawed and confused, but who wanted what was normal? Not me, not when I had drama and excitement on tap and a passionate lover with supernatural skills in the bedroom. At this moment, the only downside to his love I could see was not being able to move and needing to get rid of a few bloodstains. When he came back, I'd find the energy to tell him I loved him, that he hadn't killed me, and to wrap my arms around him and surround him with heat and life and ask him to take me again...maybe. I drifted off into a nice little catnap, my head full of images of fluffy pink clouds, I was moving through a sunset, flying like a bird, nothing alarming or weird interrupting the peaceful half-dream. When Bill woke me up, I managed to open my eyes to smile at him dozily, feeling a bit better. The worried lines on his face softened, and his dark blue irises flared with a spark of warmth. He was sitting on the edge of the bed with glass of water and a familiar bottle of pills, shirt undone and belt hanging loose, he must have only gone as far as the car. I kept some B12 in the glove box and several other places around his house, my house and at work so I never forgot to take the damn things. 'Hey baby,' I murmured through stiff lips. 'I'm alright. I don't think it was just the feeding.' A slow grin crawled across his face, he looked smug. 'So then, I managed to make you swoon from lovemaking. I must say I am proud of myself,' he drawled, pleased as punch, then lifting my hand he kissed it, and dropped two pills in the centre of my palm. 'Nevertheless, take these, I fear I did push you too far, your face is pale. I shall not bite you again.' I pouted, thinking otherwise. So far not a lot of holding back had been going on tonight, I bet I could tempt him. With a trembling hand I took the glass and swallowed the pills while Bill watched me closely. I batted my lashes at him when I was done. 'I'm fine, stop looking all guilty at me. It was worth losing consciousness...I was having a real nice dream about clouds, what took you so long anyway?' I rambled, reaching out to stroke his cheek before slouching back into my nest of pillows. I felt as lazy as a slug, my body still twitching with little aftershocks. 'Oh, I forgot,' Bill said, turning away to reach for something on the floor. A little shower of candy bars landed on the bed, several different flavours. 'I thought you might need something to eat, and there was a machine in the lobby. I found it a challenge getting the damned things out.' The thought of Bill wrestling with a vending machine struck me as incredibly funny, I burst out laughing, imagining him with a handful of coins, puzzling over which ones to buy, thumping at the glass grumpily. He gave me one of his disapproving looks as I giggled madly. 'You are very ungrateful, Miss Stackhouse,' he rumbled, his pretty mouth quirking at the corners. 'I may have to spank you again if you continue to laugh at me.' I saw a flash of fire in his eyes at the teasing words, which was echoed in mine, I curled my hand at the back of his head and brought him in for a kiss before responding, sighing as his tongue flicked over the sensitive spot on my lower lip. Oh man, I wish I wasn't so tired. 'I don't want chocolate,' I purred, deliberately letting the sheet fall from my boobs, bringing my warm skin into contact with his marble chest. 'I want you to clean me up.' He drew back, watching my fingertip trail down the trickles of sticky blood from the marks on my throat, down over the rise of one breast. He blinked once, then moved to finish what he had begun. My nipples rose and hardened as goose bumps rippled from the rasping of his tongue, and I held him close, my free hand slipping underneath his shirt to scratch patterns on his back. He was bringing me back to life as I knew he could, though it should have been impossible to rekindle my lust after the number of orgasms I'd had. Bill reached the end of the trails of red, but he was in no hurry to pull away, his arm swung out to sweep the unwanted candy bars off the bed, and I gasped when he looked up at me, his fangs descending. 'You may not be hungry, but I still am,' he said lowly, and I felt those words as a tingle in the pit of my belly. I watched him as he bent to my left nipple, hissed at the pain as he buried his fangs slowly in my flesh. He took the nipple in his mouth and sucked, groaning in satisfaction as fresh blood was drawn into his throat. It only heightened the pleasure for me, I made a hoarse sound and arched upwards, cursing the layers of bedclothes between us. Oh Lord, I didn't care if he turned me into a pincushion, it felt so wonderful. He caught my rising excitement. Not moving his mouth from my breast he reached between us to claw the sheet and bedspread off me, then fumbled at the fastening of his pants. My hands darted to help as I rode a sudden wave of energy. 'You are my drug, Sookie,' he said thickly, pulling back from my punctured breast to lick his lips. 'I cannot get enough. I would spend every waking minute fucking you, drinking you, bathing in your warmth if I could.' With two sets of hands his crumpled clothes were gone in moments. I told him I wanted him bad, lifting my hips and opening my thighs, asking him to clean me below. He slid down my body to lap at my centre again, and I whined loudly, tugging at his slippery, dark hair to guide him to the right places, completely aroused by the sight of him tasting my juices and his mixed together. When he fastened his lips around my clit and sucked at it, the bolt of sensation sent me flying upwards off the pillows. 'Oh Bill...yes...yes!' I cried, before a surge of dizziness sent me crashing back down again; spots were dancing in front of my eyes. 'Oh wow...not a good idea to move,' I muttered, and he paused in his work, looking up from between my quivering legs. A war between worry and lust was going on in his lovely eyes, but lust won out. 'I will do the moving for the both of us,' he said huskily, bending to give me a few more maddening licks. I felt every single movement of his tongue and lips in my fingers and toes, dragging me ever closer to the sweet moment of release, but I wanted his cock, was determined to be wrapped around him as tightly as I had been just before, taking every savage thrust into my heart. 'Now, please...fuck me now, fuck me hard.' I growled, needing no encouragement to ask for it, yanking at his hair to pull him away from his teasing. 'My sweet whore,' my lover hissed as he rolled me over on my front in a flash of movement, I sobbed and tried to push up on my knees in invitation, wanting him to ride me rough from behind, but I was too weak to get upright. 'Rest...I will take care of you, just relax and let me take control,' he soothed, hands stroking the cheeks of my ass, not slapping this time. I did what I was told, sinking into the mattress, boneless, purring in my throat like a kitten as Bill continued to lightly run his cool touch over my curves. He lifted my hips and placed two pillows beneath my aching loins, elevating me slightly, and pushed my legs wide apart with one knee. It was so sexy, having my limp body arranged for his convenience, not having to lift a finger. I was pretty much helpless at this point and it thrilled me, I was utterly helpless and he was going to fuck me anyway, oh yeah. With a hand palm flat on my lower stomach and another clutching my shoulder Bill slid into me like a knife through butter, we breathed together, heaving air at the searing pleasure. He gave it to me slow and deep, delicious cramps flaring inside my belly each time he bottomed out. Without flinching I turned my eyes to the ceiling to watch his reflection moving in the glass, so sleek and powerful, bearing me down into the bed, cramming me full with his long, thick shaft. I could not last like this; watching us together, absorbing the surge of every skilled thrust, I began to sob wildly, the grip of my walls tightening around him, my wetness seeping into the pillow, coating the thumb that drew circles around my nub. 'Are you going to come for me already, my pretty whore?' He groaned, taunting me with that word again. 'It will not save you...I can keep this going until the dawn...' His words died out as a shudder went through him; a throaty growl and his speed increased, the slap of his pelvis hitting my backside with great force causing me to cry out. 'Oh God..ohhh...you're going to kill me, baby, please!' My fingers latched onto the bars of the iron headboard, and I held onto them tight, needing an anchor, some distraction from the turmoil in my body, my vision going spotty once again, I fought back dizziness, I didn't want to faint now. 'No love,' Bill gasped raggedly. 'You will definitely live.' The hand between the pillow and my loins withdrew, my eyes were squeezed shut but I knew the crunch of my tormentor's fangs, this time on his own fingers. I opened my mouth eagerly when I scented the sweet-salt tang of his blood and his fingers slipped inside. I sucked hard, tasting my own juices, then the thick, delectable drip of his life force. I saw stars and colours, visions of beauty and light, ugliness and darkness, my screams silent and trapped as I fed from my lover, my walls rippling around his length like the waves of the ocean that sparkled behind my eyelids. He moaned frantically at the hungry pull of my lips, the caress of my body, and wrenched his hand away at last, leaving me to babble nonsense and sob with release, tears trickling down my face into the pillowcase beneath my cheek. I felt a shadow fall across my closed lids, then felt the brush of his lips across my skin, catching the teardrops neatly before he spoke. 'This is the only time I am happy to see you cry.' * He softy continued to enter her, slowly, in and out as her body began to clutch around his shaft. She tried to move but he held her down, gently laying a hand on her back. “Don’t Sookie, just lay still and let go.” Obeying his words, her body went limp as he showed her a new sensation of love making. Soft delicate moans rolled over her lips. Her eyes fluttered opened and she stared at their image in the mirror on the wall. He was so skilled; her body was perfectly arched for his pleasure. She lay still, watching him love her body. He rubbed her lower back with his fingertips as his other hand slowly worked her tender nub building her body back up to the peak of pleasure. His hand barely touched her skin sending chill after chill through her. Again she tried to lift herself and he pushed her back down. “Just let go Sookie.” His soft words rolled over her skin like a cool breeze. The urge to move, to give something back to him quickly faded as her warmth let go, giving in to his touch. For the first time she kept her eyes open when her climax hit. She was more relaxed as she came then she had even been, it was sweet and gentle. As her body continued to ride the wave of pleasure her nipples tightening against the sheets, she watched herself slightly press her hips into the pillow. A new feel of ecstasy rose as she watched him enjoying her gentle release. His eyes rolled back and closed at the first tightening of her warmth around his shaft. He moaned as she pressed her hips into the pillow bringing him slightly forward with her tightness. He leaned forward and dipped down like he was doing a push-up over her body. His nose nuzzled in the nape of her neck as he breathed in her scent. He was still enjoying her warmth below; his pace never stopped, steady, gentle. His words softly rolled into her ear; his deep voice sending vibrations through her body. “You are so sweet Sookie. I could do this all night.” A small whimper escaped her lips. “What? Don’t you want more?” If she had the energy she would take him up on it but her body was done. She could take more of his blood but she wanted to surrender to the sleep that called her. She whimpered like a child. “No more. Please, no more.” His whole body felt her words and triumphant sparks ran through his veins. She felt his smile on her face as he kissed her cheek. He quickened his pace to end her torture. He stayed hovered over her body and pressed his lips to her ear, taking her lobe into his mouth. She reached back and brushed her hair from her neck giving him sight of the throbbing vein that was sure to cause his seed to spill as soon as his fangs touched it. His seductive voice stroked her skin. “That’s nice of you sweetheart but I don’t want your blood. I want your words.” He glanced at her reaction in the mirror and grinned at her puzzled look. Her cheeks reddened; he loved that she still blushed at the thought of being naughty. His breath rolled inside her ear prompting soft moan from her body. “You have been such a good whore tonight, don’t stop now. Talk to me.” His erection jumped inside her at the thought of her talking dirty to him. He stayed over her; his mouth assaulting her ear. He breathed gently on her skin causing the hairs on her body to stand. “Are you satisfied Sookie?” Her whispers we shallow, “Yes, more then ever. Please, no more.” Her body began to tremble underneath him. “Do you want me to stop?” His pace increased as he waited for her words. She reached back with her arm and circled his neck, holding him to her. The room filled with his rising pleasure and soft whispers as they verbally stroked each other. “Yes Bill, please come.” He pressed his forehead into her hair right above her ear and rested it there as his body reacted to her words. “Again…say it again.” His breaths became rapid in her ear; he leaned down on his right forearm, pressing her into the pillows with his other hand. His hips began to slap into her backside, making his thrust harder, deeper. “Bill…Come for me, Oh God…please come for me.” Short grunts rattled from his chest as his shaft filled with seed. “It will always be for you, no one else. I love you.” With his words he slammed into her and held himself tightly against her as his orgasm hit. With the little blood she took from him, her senses were heightened to everything. She felt his shaft expand as he held still, deep inside her warmth. She felt his seed spill then his cock jumped and pulsed as it pumped his liquid out. The sounds coming from his body as he pulled back and moved inside her again, stroking himself with her warmth sent tingly sensations through her. Tears steadily streamed down her cheeks. She was completely satisfied. He had fulfilled every emotional and physical need that she craved. He slid his arm under her belly for support then pulled the pillows out from underneath, gently lowering her to the bed. As she began to move his pleading voice stilled her. “Please, don’t move. I want to stay inside you.” He still throbbed inside her warmth as he slid his body behind her and tucked her into his lap, pushing his shaft all the way in. Sliding his arm between her breasts he cupped his hand around her shoulder and locked her to him like a coiling snake. They both lay motionless, melting into each other and becoming one as their souls entwined. Silence filled the room. He still rested is shaft inside her; feeling a sense of ownership, claiming what was his. Her cheek rested on his hand and he felt her breath on his skin, shallow breaths, as she began to surrender to sleep. He wanted to stay here forever, inside her, wrapped around her. “Sookie, I know you like your shower before bed, let me take you and clean you.” She mumbled against his skin. “No, can’t walk.” He smiled to himself and kissed her shoulder. “No need to, I will carry you.” He reluctantly moved away from her to warm the water in the shower. When he returned she was asleep. He cradled her in his arms as he lifted her. Small moans of protest filtered out of her mouth. He took full advantage of the seat inside the shower. It was obviously put there for other reasons in a hotel like this but tonight he would use it to wash his lovemaking from his Sookie skin. He cradled her with one arm as he grabbed the small soaps and shampoo then sat down on the seat. Her body rested against him as he began to wash her, leaning forward to catch the water on the cloth then leaning back to caress her skin with the soap. Her head lolled back and her loving gaze fell upon his. He paused from his task to stare down into her beautiful brown eyes; eyes that held his soul, his heart. She had awakened so many things within him and his feelings deepened with each passing moon. If something ever happen to her he vowed to meet the sun; his life would hold no meaning without her. She blinked as his hand cupped her cheek and his lips softy brushed hers then pressed down every so lightly. She had no strength to move any part of her body; she even struggled to find her voice. “You could have let me sleep Bill, but thank you. I hate going to bed dirty.” His eyes fired a light passion as memories of their night filled his mind. “Even after I clean you, you will still be going to bed dirty after the things you have done tonight.” Her cheeks burned red and she looked away from his eyes. He squeezed her to his body then continued to wash her. “I will put you back in bed when I am done and you do need to get your sleep. I will be very hungry when I wake.” * While it was a sweet idea in theory, waking up next to Bill while he was in his daytime sleep state was kind of unsettling. He had moved away from me when he felt the pull of the rising sun outside, his arms were no longer wrapped around me tightly. I had slept the deepest, blackest sleep of my life, so I hadn't noticed him go, hadn't really moved an inch until my eyes creaked open some time in the early afternoon. I rolled over, yawning hugely, burying my face in the crisp sheets, my limbs feeling lazy and heavy. Generally I was feeling pretty refreshed, apart from my stomach, which started growling at me as soon as I was awake enough. I wondered whether I could get some food delivered without letting any light in, or did I have to stay locked up until dark? My eyes swivelled to check on Bill, and I found him on his back, arms on either side of his body. His eyes were closed; I waved my hand in front of his face and there was no answering flicker. I touched his cheek carefully, then his hand, He was stiff and ice cold, a corpse. I backed away, deciding I did not want to stay in bed any longer. Now I understood why he said his hidey hole was not a place for me; he was so very, very dead. A creepy little reminder if I needed it, that my boyfriend was not a normal guy. Too often I forgot I admit, focusing on the plus points of being in love with a vampire and pushing the negatives to the back of my mind. Swallowing the lump of unease in my throat I leaned in and laid a small kiss on his quiet face, and slid out from under the covers. Worried about stray bits of sunlight even though the hotel claimed to be light tight, I grabbed the bedspread and brought it up and over his head, covering him up as best I could. I had too many awful memories of the last time I'd seen Bill go out in the sunlight to trust what the receptionist had mumbled last night, which I'd only half heard since I had been in a highly distracted state. Foolishly comforted, I fished his crumpled shirt from the floor and put it on, buttoning it loosely. My clothes were torn to rags, if I wanted to leave this hotel I'd only have Bill's clothes to wear. I poked at my ruined dress and panties grumpily, then left the room, shutting the door carefully behind me. It closed so tight not even a hairline crack showed around the heavy wood; I could come and go and my sleeping vampire would be safe. I was in the small sitting room, complete with flat screen television, a couch, and a desk with a telephone on its polished surface. Crazy hungry, I leaped on the phone and ordered an enormous late breakfast of eggs and coffee, toast and hotcakes with syrup, and when I had done with that I thought again about my lack of clothes. I didn't want to hang around all afternoon waiting for Bill to wake up, but I had no one to call in Shreveport for help except that bimbo Ginger, and I didn't trust her to bring me anything wearable. Besides, she'd only tell Eric of my predicament and he might show up here and interrupt us, as he was quite fond of doing. I was soooo not going to the mall or the park wearing my boyfriend's clothes, so I had no other option, I had to call Tara, and she was going to laugh her ass off. I punched in my home number, trying to remember when she started her shift at Merlottes, thank Christ I wasn't due in until tomorrow. Shreveport was an hour's drive from Bon Temps, but the plea 'I'm stuck in a sleazy hotel without any clothes, please help!' was pretty much irresistible to anyone, let alone my best friend. I sweetened the rescue deal with a promise to take Tara for a late lunch as my treat, I could always use more food anyway as I expected my lover to wake up very hungry himself in a few hours. He had warned me after all. I had plenty of time to scoff my breakfast in front of the TV and do my best with the free comb the hotel had supplied before Tara showed up, driving my crappy little car at top speed so she would not be late into work at six. My hair was a mess in the mirror but gleamed in the overhead lights, blonder and richer, and the bite marks on my throat had vanished, all thanks to the infusion of blood Bill had given me during sex. I didn't let the evil looks and bitchy comments I got bother me much anymore, I was used to it and I wore the marks of his fangs proudly, but I was kind of glad I didn't have to deal with any nasty disapproval today. Tara's barrage of grumpy teasing when she turned up at the door with a Walmart bag full of my clothes was bad enough. I blushed and deflected her loud questions as I threw on the underwear, skirt and shirt, and ducked into the bedroom to fetch my heels and the car keys with a hissed 'shut uuuuuuuuup!' Satisfied somewhat by the prospect of driving around town in Bill's much nicer car, my ballsy friend quieted down as we slipped out of the deathly silent hotel, only opening her mouth to comment on the creepiness of the place. She was right, it was exactly like 'a fucking morgue'. Happy to be dressed and out in the sunlight, we drove to the nearest mall and breezed through the shops, looking at a lot of stuff we couldn't afford, I wasn't the kind of girl to steal her boyfriend's credit card, though Bill wouldn't have minded. Because we were poor we inevitably ended up in Forever 21, and like any girl I bought a few things I didn't need because they were pretty and cheap, including a black see through babydoll nightie and matching panties. Unfortunately the store did not stock gowns and petticoats, that would have to wait for another night. 'Shall I tell Sam you aint planning on coming into work for another week? You little horndog.' Tara remarked with a giggle when she saw what I was buying. 'Nah, I'll be back sometime tonight,' I said absentmindedly as I dumped the clothes on the counter, my brain already playing lusty images of what would most likely happen after Bill opened his eyes to find me sitting at the end of the bed wearing that particular outfit. The last thing I had wanted when I woke up had been more of the same treatment I had enjoyed last night, but food and sunshine was bringing me around quickly, I felt my knees wobble at the prospect as the sulky assistant rang up the sale. Hungry and annoyingly horny once again, we had just enough time to hit the food court and order something to eat before heading back to the hotel. Promising I'd see Tara in the morning I skipped upstairs swinging my bags, my stomach pleasantly full of bad, greasy food and the rest of me fizzing and popping with energy. Passing the silent, covered figure on the bed I locked myself in the bathroom and brushed my teeth carefully, then shed my nice girl clothes for a quick shower before donning my bad girl boudoir clothes. There were certain scents of food Bill loved, like fruit and coffee, chocolate and especially baking, but he wasn't too keen on the smell of burgers and fries, and I wanted to be edible. Normal, everyday life and all its inconveniences, like work, Jessica and occasionally Eric, would be back soon enough to throw a wrench into opportunities to just lie around and make love, or fuck, so I was enjoying every moment of this dirty little holiday. I didn't normally dress slutty like this, but I liked the way I looked in the cheap outfit, the sleek shape of my body clearly visible through the flimsy fabric. The nightie gathered under my boobs and came down to the tops of my thighs, just covering the tiny pair of panties. Gosh, bits of me were on show that should never be seen through clothes, but I had nothing to be shy about, not anymore. Without blushing or tiptoeing I strode out of the bathroom and flicked on a couple of lamps. The clock on the bedside table said six, and since it was getting late in the year I figured Bill would be awake soon, so I took my place at the foot of the bed to wait, arranging myself with my bare legs stretched out across the covers and my boobs nicely pushed together. I looked pretty good in the ceiling mirror if I did say so myself. Anticipation was growing in my belly, the room wasn't cold but my nipples hardened and my skin felt too tight; recent memories of being exposed and explored and pushed to my very limits were keeping me amused while I waited, it was always real interesting being around when Bill had just woken up. After about ten minutes there was a stirring under the covers, a grumbling noise, and a dark head popped out. His blue eyes looked groggy and he blinked a couple of times before he noticed me sitting there, one big hand rubbing at his face. For a moment he looked like a sleepy little boy, my mouth quirked with a giggle which I tried to swallow down. The eyes widened and then narrowed dangerously when he took in what I was wearing, his hands curved into claws as they pushed away the sheets. 'What do we have here?' He said huskily, 'Dear me, I think that outfit is a most unwise choice, Miss Stackhouse.' 'Evening, darling.' I smiled slowly, my fingers naughtily stroking my throat before slipping down to toy with the bow between my breasts, twirling it around and yanking the neckline down in the process, his gaze followed the movement. 'Why, don't you like what I bought today?' 'Oh, I like it very much,' he rumbled, watching my hand as it trailed over both barely covered breasts. 'But it is still unwise. You know what I am like when I have just awoken...and I don't remember giving you permission to leave this room and drive my car to the mall.' He grinned when he saw my look of outrage at this bit of bossiness, showing a hint of fang, then continued, his rich voice lowering still further until I felt its vibration in a certain place. 'And also, you're just going to get mad at me when it ends up torn to shreds any minute...and then I'll have to spank you.' I lifted my chin and considered a sharp reply, as I was getting pretty tired of being threatened with a spanking, even though I kind of liked it. But I decided it would be more fun to answer with some teasing. I'd never done it before in front of him, but I moved my hand down my body between my parted legs, touching myself through the thin nylon of my panties. My cheeks burned, the sudden silence between us was so thick you could cut it, but I slipped two fingers inside the waistband, letting out a little gasp when they grazed over my already swollen nub. The minute was more like seconds. I saw his strong face contort, but I didn't see him move, he was too fast. Before I knew it, I was on my back, my head hanging over the edge of the bed and a very aroused and naked vampire was crouched over me. My breasts were squeezed through the nightie with one rough hand while the other ripped my panties from my loins, my legs wrapped around his hips tightly. A great jolt of pure adrenaline surged through my core, and then I cried out; in pain, in joy, as I felt the dual penetration. His cock slid up inside me in one smooth movement, both hurting and soothing, hitting the right spot, and his fangs sunk into my neck. My screech died into a whimper as I absorbed the first roll of his hips, the first fierce taste of the blood welling under his lips, thinking I had succeeded mightily in getting the reaction I wanted before I lost my mind to the pleasure. * Her hair lightly swept the floor as he continued to roll his hips, shoving himself deeper inside each time. She stared at his image in the mirror. As he loved her body, even upside down, he was a magnificent sight. She watched as he kissed her neck and trailed his bloodied lips down, then across her collar bone to her shoulder. His palm slid underneath to cup the top of her shoulder, pulling her down to meet his thrusts. She stared at his taut biceps, her hands twitched to touch his arms that expanded as he held her tighter with each pull. He trailed his mouth over her skin to her breast and kissed it through the thin material of her nightie. She burned to feel his lips close around her nipple that budded under his touch. She squirmed underneath him as he teased her other nipple under the nightie. She wanted his mouth on her skin and he was driving her mad by not giving her what she wanted. He felt her desire rise and knew she wiggled underneath him for more, it set him on fire. She tried desperately to move the material away from her breast with her movements. The thought of her wanting him like this, wanting him to do more things to her made his cock pound inside her. He stilled his motion, trying hard to hold back his seed that threatened to spill. She always tested his control. In every aspect of their relationship, she pushed him to the edge of every emotion. He felt alive, human. But, just beneath the surface lay a beast that wanted to rip into her soft skin, growl against her lips and bury his cock inside her until she screamed and begged him to stop. Holding her body to his, he rose to his knees. When her head rested fully on the bed her lustful gaze locked with his. His voice was so deep it vibrated her bones. “Am I missing something, Sookie? You’re wiggling so much one would think you want me to do something to you.” Her cheeks burned as the redness creped up to the surface of her skin. “Ah…you do want something.” His eyes burned into hers. He stared down at her with an evil grin that caused her to soak his shaft with her silky juices. He moaned at the feel of the sudden slickness. Walking his fingers up her stomach to her breast, he thumbed a nipple through the nightie. She arched her hips up on the first stroke of his thumb across her nipple. “Yes…that’s what I thought. You started wiggling when my mouth was right, here.” He pinched her nipple lightly; her lips parted and a low moan escaped her lips. “Do you want my mouth here?” He pinched harder. A lusty voice insider that sounded like someone else said, “yes.” “Too bad this nightie is in the way." She moaned again as he teased her, oh, God just rip it. He glided his fingers along the hem of the nightie, tracing it down between the valley of her breasts and back up to the other side. He rocked his hips, slowly, torturing her with sweet pleasure; pushing her desire higher. “Sooike, I’m not going to be responsible for ruining another piece of clothing. I don’t want you mad at me.” Her nipples ached as his thumbs taunted both of them over the fabric. Now she moaned in frustration and his pace quickened as her blood began to race through her veins. “Please, Bill.” He shook his head “no” as he continued teasing her hard buds, thumbing harder with each stroke. She was on fire, desire ran rapidly through her veins. She wanted his mouth on her skin; need him to suck her nipples. He was working her into such a frenzy something clicked inside her. Her desire rose higher, animalistic urges were twitching inside as her mind went crazy with lust. This gorgeous predator towered over her, pleasing her, teasing her to the point of insanity and loving her. She couldn’t form words, her thoughts were hazy. The only thing she could comprehend was she needed his mouth on her nipples, NOW. Her hands shot up between her breasts; she wrapped her hands around the fabric and in one quick pull she ripped the nightie down the middle. The fabric fell away to the sides, exposing her breasts to the beast above her. His eyes went wide as he stared down at her. He blinked in disbelief. Her lips became fuller; her breasts swelled with need and her eyes glossed over with a lust he had never seen before. He lunged forward and took a nipple in his mouth, sucking lightly and flicking his tongue over the tip. She laced her fingers through his hair with one hand and grabbed the sheet with the other. “Oh Bill, harder, suck harder.” Her words shot through him like lightening. He growled against her skin and sucked hard as he buried himself inside her as far as he could go. Her screams filled the room, screams of pleasure, and screams of wanting more of everything he was giving her, harder, deeper. He felt his hands curling into claws, digging into her back as he teetered on the razors edge. As he claimed her lips, his inner beast growled causing her sensitive nub to harden underneath him. His cock dug deep inside her and his skin stroked her nub with each deep thrust. Her skin tingled when his breath fell upon her neck. Tiny bites of electricity rolled over her body like clouds on a stormy day. His voice was deep and raspy in her ear like a beast set free. “Come hard for me.” She felt a quick jab of pain following his words from his bite. Then, a new pain emerged, pain from her skin being pulled by his fangs. More blood poured from the wound as he sucked wildly. She dug her nails into his skin screaming loud as her body let go. He felt her muscles instantly tighten around his cock, hard, massaging it, begging it to come. She convulsed beneath him, giving him what he asked for; she came hard. He went to his knees and pulled her thighs to him, slamming into her as her screams drove him over the edge. “Auh…Auh…” His noises became louder as his cock swelled with his seed. And, as if she read his mind, she gave him his last desire. “Stop, oh God, please stop.” Screams fell from her lips like a chant to a spell and they rocked his very core. One last thrust and he was hit with a wave of ecstasy that made his entire body shudder. He let out a loud sound of pleasure as his cock pumped out his first spill of seed. His motions slowed as he continued to ride the wave of pleasure caused by this beautiful woman beneath him, his woman. Every time he touched her, he confirmed to himself that he would not only kill for her but, he would die for her. He fell to her side and pulled her body into his. His mind replayed their love making as they held each other; their bodies still twitched with aftershocks of pleasure. “Sookie, have you ever read my thoughts?” She stared up at him, her brows drew together. “No, why would you ask me that?” Her cell phone began to ring and he motioned his head toward the sound. Hey lay back onto the bed, placing his arm behind his head and crossing his legs. His shaft jumped as he watched her backside shake as she walked toward the phone lying on the table. She had an ass that would bring an ancient vampire to his knees. As he stared at her figure, he thought about why he asked her that question. He found it hard to believe that God, who had forsaken him and turned him into a monster, has given him a second chance with something as beautiful as she. Does she read his mind or is this for real and she wants what he want. He found it hard to believe, but possible. The more they were with each other the more their wants and desires blended. She turned back toward the bed as she closed the phone. “Bill, I have to….” “Shhhh…., just stand there for a second.” His eyes flicked across her figure as if to study every inch. How did I get so lucky? All these years I have thought God was punishing me for something. “I have to go to work Bill. Sam can not find Arlene.” “Well then, we better get you showered.” She crawled on the bed and inched her way toward him. She glanced down at his erection. “Bill…still?” “Oh, yes. You will be lucky if you make it out of the shower.” She leaned down to kiss him and he clasped her face with his hands. “Sookie, I am sorry I was a little rough with you. I…bit you a little too hard and you may need to take some blood from me.” The look of concern on his face touched her heart; she tugged at his hand, pulling him up. “We can talk about that in the shower.” She paused at the bathroom door and looked back at him. “Besides, I kind of liked it Bill. Are you coming?” He felt her eye on his hard cock, “It’s a shame to let that go to waste, Bill Compton.” * I should never have brought my cellphone in from the car. Now I had two hours to shower, then drive back to Bon Temps and change into my uniform. I had growled at Sam that there was no way I could get there sooner, so he would have to deal with the dinnertime crowd himself, with the help of Terry and Tara. Merlottes was having a hard time getting new waitresses, as no woman wanted to work at a place were the majority of the female staff ended up dead, and I didn't blame them myself. If it wasn't for the efforts of the men in my life I would be very dead as well. Bill and Sam were always saving my ass, Eric too I suppose, except the sneak had tricked me into taking his blood the last time, which didn't make me feel all that grateful. I hoped he'd enjoyed getting a loud broadcast of my pleasure last night and tonight while I was getting it on with the vampire I loved, and not him. I think I'd rather shoot myself with silver bullets than ever have his hands all over me, no matter how interesting my dreams were, or how nice he was to look at. One of the dumber moments in my life, and a definite low point in my relationship with Bill; the memory of that night in Dallas never failed to make me mad whenever I recalled it. I shook myself irritably and turned the shower on, putting my hair up in a clip so it wouldn't get wet during my quick wash. If I was staying in bed all night as I had looked forward to I wouldn't have bothered, liking the smell of my lover on my skin, but I was fussy about getting clean before sleep, and for work. I could not wash off the two sets of puncture marks on my neck, or the satisfied glow on my face; those memories would help me get through a long evening of work, despite my feeling of weakness. My limbs seemed heavy and clumsy as they always were after Bill fed from me deeply more than once, and not for the first time I wished I had a few extra pints of blood in me than the standard eight. I really loved him biting me, the weird mix of pleasure and pain and the act of giving all of myself, and I hated the idea of him feeding on anyone else to give me a rest, which he mostly respected. But I could do without the fatigue. I sat down suddenly on the wall bench inside the shower stall and rested for a minute under the spray, waiting for my man to enter the bathroom. Perhaps he could wash me, that would be real nice. And I would be tempted if he offered me more of his wonderful blood, wary as I was at drinking from him too much. His blood did very odd things to me, and I was odd enough to start with. Everything was just more, and it freaked me out a little. All my senses got turned up on high, and I never got sick or sore like normal folks. Normality was something so rare for me I held onto it as much as I could. My eyes were closed and Bill moved as quietly as a cat, but I knew when he entered the bathroom because of the smell of coffee. My lips twitched in a smile, but I stayed still and shuttered, a random, mean idea coming into my mind, inspired by last night's activities and his most recent threats. 'Darling, I made you a drink,' he called out softly. He was so sweet, but I was still going to teach him a little lesson. The shower door swung open and I lifted one eyelid, finding my gorgeous vampire standing buck naked in front of me. As her turned to shut the glass behind him I raised one arm and smacked him across the butt as hard as I could, man he had such a great, round ass. 'Sookie!' He spluttered, and I burst out laughing. He turned and gave me one of his typical disapproving Bill glares, and then a slow, grudging grin appeared on his strong face. 'You had it coming,' I said cheekily, sticking out my tongue for good measure, but then I realised that my mouth was in kind of an interesting place, and I gave him my best wide eyed, innocent look before flicking my gaze back to the sight in front of me. Even with his side trip to the sitting room to make me a cup of coffee his erection had not gone down. I reached out and curled my fingers around its thickness, still warm from my body and from the steady stream of water above us. 'I like where you are sitting, it is most convenient,' Bill said slyly. My fingers explored the shape of him idly as I thought of last night in the car, how much I had enjoyed pleasing him, how my confidence in giving him pleasure with my mouth had abruptly grown. Lust swelled again in my belly, making my nipples tingle and other places. 'Mmm, it's really, really convenient,' I murmured, leaning forward to take his cock between my lips. As he stiffened and gasped I had a burst of smug glee that I could still shock him, and there was nothing ladylike about the way I did it either, my hands shifting to his ass so I could take almost all of his hardness. I forgot about being tired and in a hurry to get to work, making his responses my focus. It was good for me too, without even being touched. I felt myself growing wet and swollen between my thighs as I listened to the small, growly noises he made, and the click of his fangs descending. It excited me to know how I must look, with my lips wrapped around him. I moaned in my throat, experimenting with the way I held my mouth, applying suction, using my tongue to tickle, testing myself with how much I could take without choking. I now understood why he took so much care with my own sensitive flesh. I loved the way he tasted, so musky and strange, and I loved the way he pulled at my hair to guide my movements. I wriggled on the hard bench has a dizzy surge of desire ripped through me, my nails digging into his firm cheeks. He was getting close to coming, I could feel the tension in his frame, and his growls and groans became deeper, wilder. When he tried to back off I wouldn't let him, yanking him forwards with a growl of my own and engulfing his cock so completely it filled my throat. He was always making me climax with his mouth, now I wanted to do the same. With a jerk of his hips he cried out, a stream of nonsense words I couldn't understand. I felt like a goddess, I felt like a slut, I tasted his rich, salty essence, and I swallowed it willingly, looking up into his face I as did it. My lover looked blank, stunned, as if someone had hit him over the head. His eyes were black and with his fangs fully down, he was a little scary. I let his still hard cock slip from my mouth, and I licked my lips. 'Um yeah,' I said awkwardly, sitting back against the tiled wall. 'Was that any good?' Bill blinked, clearing the black fog from his vision. His hands cupped my face, and he bent down to kiss my naughty mouth thoroughly. I sighed and captured his cool tongue with mine, the heat in my belly spreading out to my fingers and toes, and a selfish little voice in the back of my head squeaked what about me? 'Good seems a rather inadequate word,' he said huskily, his eyes now glowing a deep, happy blue. 'Tell me what I can do to repay you.' I smiled coyly. 'You can wash me, and then you can do whatever you like.' My hands glided up his flat stomach to his deliciously hairy chest, tracing the ridges of the powerful muscles underneath his wet skin, it was great to touch him and make love in the water, his body was warm, and seemed softer, more human. 'Anything I like...sounds delightful. Get up, my Sookie.' I was lifted off the bench and spun around so my back was facing towards him. 'Put your hands on the wall, do not move.' Okay, this was like being frisked by a cop, except better. I leaned my forehead against the tiles, enjoying the gentle spray on my back and bottom, then the feel of strong, soapy hands gliding over me, up my spine to my shoulders, working out any kinks and twitches in my muscles. I groaned in bliss, pressing backwards into the hollow of his pelvis. He must have mashed the small cake of soap to a pulp, as his hands were as slippery as grease, by the time he was done with teasing me and moved on to the main attraction I would be so clean I would shine. I gasped as his deft fingers worked at a stiff spot in my neck, absorbing the pain and adding it to my excited impatience. His tongue licked a trail over the wounds on my throat while his focus moved to my breasts, kneading them in lazy circles, my nipples caught between his bony fingers and tweaked sharply, the sensations he was stirring echoed in my nub. 'I can feel your pleasure in my blood,' Bill said silkily. His palms slid down my stomach, pulling me slightly backwards so I got the full effect of his hardness, slipping between the cleft of my buttocks. 'It is like a river of sparks in my veins...I can always feel it but tonight it is very strong. When you come it will burn me from inside and out.' I made a strangled, sobbing noise. Bill had a way with words for such a quiet guy, but that rated as one of the sexier things he had ever said to me, I felt my knees turn to Jello. Only the hand cupped between my thighs held me upright for a wobbly moment. 'Oh...I love you...' I moaned, feeling his long fingers push and curl upwards inside my centre, his other hand rubbing soap into the cheeks of my ass, slippery fingertips dipping down between them to lightly touch my other entrance. Caressed from both sides, my desire shot up into the level of mindless need, my release within sight but wonderfully unreachable, my lover held me trapped on some plane of sensation as firmly as he had me pinned against the shower wall. 'Oh my god...so good, baby, don't stop...' My breath came in short pants, and I rocked back and forth, chasing the friction, my body slick with juices, water and suds. 'Do you not want me to enter you?' A thick voice drawled into the nape of my neck, fangs pricking and threatening but not punching through the skin. I sobbed some more, torn and unable to say yes or no. 'Too late,' I heard Bill add, and suddenly he withdrew his fingers from me, replacing them with something much larger. I lifted my ass at his direction when he yanked me up onto tip toes, my nails clawing at the wall as his cock eased slowly and deeply inside me. Something about the standing position and the angle of my butt heightened the feeling of being pulled apart; he hurt me with his thrusts, tore at my insides like I was a virgin once again, and I loved it and suffered it all at once. I tightened my muscles around him, crying out over and over; whining, griping noises of protest merging with his pants and groans and the slap slap of his pelvis against my rear. I waited for him to bite into me but he didn't, only kissing and nipping my neck and shoulders. Soon I didn't think I could take any more, dying to reach the orgasm that had been dancing on the horizon and mocking me. But I screamed out 'no!' when he let me drop to the ground and withdrew from my clasp, only to be whirled around and lifted up, back onto his length, my thighs instinctively gripping his hips. My arms wrapped around his shoulders, leaving him room to slide a hand between our fused bodies and find my throbbing nub. His weight held me up against the wall, my body flushed hot and cold; the tiles, the water, his rock hard body, our frenzied movements. I let him lead, taking every upward thrust with a bounce of my my ass, feeling the head of his cock so high up inside me I wondered vaguely if I would ever walk properly again. I was so close, so close to that burning bright moment of release. 'Bite me,' I gasped, 'Please...oh please...' I arched my neck, knowing the rapid thud of my pulse would act like a beacon, his stinging bite and the powerful pull of his greedy mouth setting me free. Bill groaned in pure delight at my demand, but he shook his head, his straining muscles quivering with the effort of holding back, the pace of his movements slowing down to a deep, smooth penetration that caused my eyes to roll into the back of my head. He kissed my throat, inhaling my scent before dragging his lips up to hiss in my ear. 'No Sookie, this time you will bite me.' I made a weak noise of protest at the thought of taking more blood and hurting him, if only briefly, unable to explain as my breath was being robbed by the intense waves of energy in my core, building up and screaming to be let out. With a growl his movements roughened, until I thought I would be pounded through the bathroom wall. 'Do it, Sookie. You know I can fuck you like this all night if I wish. You need to replenish...do not deny me.' I whined loudly in response, my face screwing up as the leaden weight of my pleasure threatened to pull me down. Drinking his blood was a bizarre kind of heaven, and he wanted it so badly. Our eyes met and clashed, I watched Bill tilt his head to the side, yielding like I always did for him, his long lashes fluttering closed, hiding his darkened eyes, seductive and vulnerable and scary as hell. I threw my head back and slammed my teeth down on the thin skin of his throat, a feral growl rising in my chest and surprising me. I sucked hard, bringing his thick, sweet blood beading to the surface of the tiny nicks, and I ignited, grinding closely against him as my walls clenched around his shaft like a fist. Everything became internal apart from our frantic groans and hissed words of love, I could feel the sparks flowing in his veins and my veins, the steady pulse of his seed spilling within me, the ripple of my muscles, all blended together with the beating of my heart. I could have drained him until he collapsed he tasted so damn good, my lips were latched around the wound so tight he had to wrench himself away. I rolled my head back against the wall, heaving air through my bloodied lips, and he leaned in, licking me clean like a kitten with a saucer of milk, his tongue sending one last bolt of climax ripping through us. I didn't care I was dirty all over again, this was the best shower I'd ever had. *** TBC...
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We hope you enjoy this "Battle of the Smut" collaboration between Citizenerased & Tincar. We will rotate views and add to the story once the other has finished.
Let the battle begin ::::bows to CE::::. You have a blank canvas my friend, smut it up. I wait patiently for your elegant technique and unmatchable wordsmithing skills. See you at the next paragraph. ;)
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| ganoo | possession | 0 | Jun 21 2009, 6:20 PM EDT by ganoo | ||
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Oh my, If this titillating literature is any indication of what's to come, fasten your seatbelts, ladies, we're in for a bumpy ride!!!! Whoo hoo I loved it!! Thank you so much for sharing.
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| ganoo | Possession | 4 | Jun 20 2009, 9:19 PM EDT by pellia | ||
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HELP!!!!!!!!!! I tried to find the story and I can't!!!!!!!! Please take pity on a computer ignoramous and help me out???????
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