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A Taste for Immortality

©Keith David 2010 ©Virginia Alison 2010

 

K…Darkness falls upon the earth as the hunter prepares for the night. Running his tongue slowly over the tips of teeth and along dry, cracked lips, the hunger aches in his belly as he considers his options. Needing to feed tonight, he can almost taste her as the glowing full moon begins its ascent.

One-step into the forest with senses tuned, ignited for the hunt and her scent gradually fills his senses. She is near and he begins to feel her presence as he hones in on her direction. An instinct takes over. Without a sound, he glides through the forest like the wind, collecting her smell and feeding on her energy. ‘Does she sense him too or will he surprise her,’ he wonders. Slowing his pace as he approaches, he hides in the shadows watching her as she…

 

V...sits patiently, her back towards him in a small clearing lit by moonshine surrounded by thicket, the trees reaching out, clawing at the silent empty space. No creature daring to enter her domain, she sits alone. Queen of the forest there is an air of dignity about her as she looks to the sky, her body energized as she absorbs the rays that gives her life. The night is young and delicate tendrils of mist dare to invade her sanctuary, weaving, shimmering in the glow. The dank smell of the underworld invades her senses, this is her kingdom, she has nothing to fear, fear is weakness and weakness would be her demise. His hunger gnaws at his soul, drawn to her, yet mesmerized by the sight afore him he....

 

K…is reminded by the deep ache of his need. The air bristles with energy causing the hair on his neck and arms to dance. An unholy, eerie silence falls and not even the wind dares to hum as the tension mounts. Eyes search the thicket for a quick course, but she faces directly towards the only gap. Weighing options of a noisy advance through the thick brush to her rear or a direct frontal assault and both seem dicey. Sizing up his prey, the stirring in his loins, now masked by the pain in his belly starts his mouth watering as he imagines her taste. Unable to wait any longer, he pounds through the thicket like an explosion. A thunderous boom precedes the bolt of lightning, which illuminates the scene. A split seconds of blinding, flashing light strobes her rise as she turns to face him in one single fluid motion. The charge is on and he glides through the mist in a blur. Arms encase her like a blanket as they struggle, his teeth searching to satiate the taste for sweet iron juice, to make her his…

 

V…bride. She has waited for this time; she feels the blood coursing through her veins surging as it flows towards him, yet inside, humanity resists, struggling to keep control. She is no match for him as he holds her in a lovers embrace, her spine curves over his knee and he grasps her hair, pulling her head back exposing milky white skin, her breast heaving as he takes time to drink in her beauty. In a single movement, he rips the bodice from her neck; he can hear the blood as it pumps through her veins and the pulsing in her jugular setting his body on fire. He draws his hand up over her body taking in every curve, tasting every morsel with his fingertips savouring every moment. He lightly bats her resisting arm away with ease and as she looks into his dark eyes her resistance fails for she knows...

 

K…fire burns in his soul and the ache pulses in time with the throbbing in her heart. He needs her so badly. So long watching and wanting to make them immortally one, has brought him to this moment. A fingertip gliding over quivering goose flesh on her breasts and neck brings a moment of remorse. ‘Can he savagely rip her from mortality for his own needs?’ Her soft cheeks gently encompassed in his hand, a sweet kiss placed on her breathless lips, the first taste of her reverberates in spasms, furthering his need to have her. Instinctively, his mouth moves to the begging flesh of her neck, tongue dancing along the pulsing vein beneath it. Barely able to hold back, he softly whispers in her ear, “My darling, will you be mine forever?” …

 

V…"My Lord, I have always been yours and will be until eternity takes us". He smiles and she watches his teeth shimmer as they elongate into the fangs of a Vampyre. Fear takes hold of her and she resists, for that split second before he sinks himself into the sweet life giving flesh, the exquisite pain is momentary as he buries his incisors into her neck. Calmness overcomes her soul as it drains from her into him; he drinks her in, her life force bringing him strength as it brings her weakness. He pulls himself away and sees the blood as it trickles down her skin, a roar emanates from his throat as her body mingles with his. He must be quick, she will die if she does not drink of him, sinking his teeth into his wrist, he holds it over her mouth and she gags as the sweet iron tasting liquid drips down her throat, "drink, my love, drink and we will be as one" he tries to calm her fear but...

 

K...her body resists the change as much as her mind. Her whole body shakes convulsively. He has seen the expression of panic and anger before, her face contorted against itself as the immortal transformation courses through muscle, skin and sinew. Holding her tightly to his chest with the warm, rich sweetness still coating mouth and tongue he feels his energy restoring. Calm returns gradually and she lies still against him, eyes closed and peaceful as if sleeping. He steadies himself for the impending torrent, knowing that in a moment she will explode in lustful fury, they always do. Her eyes open and find his immediately; confusion and disbelief vanish into squinting angry lust. Biting his lip, pressing them to hers and their tongue swirled together in slick bloodlust. Feeding on her life force, hands roam along her body as they find her breasts. A tight squeeze of supple flesh and the tickle in his belly radiate lower to his loins. Holding her in his arms as they…

 

V...writhe together seeking to unite their love with the bounds of unearthly lust. Her flesh tingles as her soul dies in his arms readying itself to be reborn as one of the undead. She convulses, her eyes lose their focus as they roll back in her head yet deep within she feels a stirring. Slowly she regains her composure, her pupils widen and become deep black pools in readiness for the dark, and she breathes deeply taking in the scents of the night and smiles at him, her white teeth glinting through crimson lips stained with blood. "My love for eternity", no longer afraid she pulls him to her and reaches for that which will ease the ache within. The forest is hushed save the beating of small velvet wings as they swoop down from above and settle in the branches that overhang the coupling, for they are the children of the dark, feeding on the energy that arises from the unholy scene below.

 

Her body alive more now than ever, feels his blood coursing through her veins, her breasts glowing pale in the moonlight, heaving as her earthly mantle is stripped away, exposing her to...

 

K...him, her bare white skin gleams in the moonlight. His body prepared for the feast, turgid and strong as he removes the last of his clothes, laying them in a pile with hers creating a matrimonial bed. Taking her firmly, positioned above as tongues play together, the swollen red tip of his silky sword presses against the moist petals of her sex.

 

“You will be mine forever tonight,” and with a single hard thrust he finds the limits of her. Bottoming his throbbing member into her searing heat, feeling her stretch and squeeze him rhythmically, as her muscles involuntarily milk and suck him.

 

He so loves the first time, their body is always so hot and hungry after the transformation. He presents his neck to her mouth, allowing her the first bite as he strokes in and out in time with the gyrations of her hips. She is delicate at first, sucking and licking his neck, fuelling his lust as the intensity of his thrusts increase. Feeling the pressure of teeth slowly nibbling against his pulsing vein sends waves of ecstasy through his body as thrust turn into pounding.

 

Fully withdrawing his burning torch with each thrust, then burying it until she reaches her limits, her arms wrap tightly around his neck to hold teeth firmly to skin. Their breathing now heaves together, panting and gasping as the world around them disappears, and all that remains is the hedonistic pleasure-seeking ache that must be satiated.

 

Feeling the press of teeth to his neck, skin finally gives way as she penetrates him. The circle complete, her teeth pressed into his neck as his cock pulses and throbs into her pussy. Juices of their soul exchanged as he violently explodes into her depths, his blood flowing freely into her mouth as she sucks and milks his immortal soul nearly dry. Her bloodlust scream pierces the quiet of the night like a banshee as the collapse together, immortally joined through blood, cum, lust and love.