Things that go bump in the night

I felt like an unworthy heathen, worshipping my Goddess. Yes, that was what she was. my tongue flicked across her nipple, gently, then rogher. I tensed as I felt it's raction for the first time. My body crying out, this... this as what I had wanted. All these long years. Ihad ben waiting for her, and this.

"My Goddess." Nuzzling between her breasts, my pussy pressed against hers. Inhaling deeply her scent. My mout closing over one, my hand on the other. Giver of my life, my soul.
 
Lamia

"My Goddess." She says into my breast.
I want nothing but to continue to hold her here, as I am now. "I am no Goddess, just a lonely vampress looking for you."

I kiss the top of her head, holding her, giving us both something we have needed for a very long time.
 
I sucke first one, then the other, unable to pull myself from her. Gentle at first, then rougher, my need making me wild. I leave, and find her belly, tonguing her, licking her seat. Her navel, kssing into her, breathign my life into her.
My hand finds her mound and I cup, frightened with my need to devour her, as she did me. Why had I stopped her short of ecstasy? He could wait, sensing him even now. I sent out a thought, to see if I could reach him. taunting him with ur passion, letting him sense it, but not share.

Then again I was distracted by her. My fingers finding her soft petals and their wetness. Had I caused that? I slipped one between them, dipping into her, then brought it to my lips. Tasting her. My first woman, sweetness, spice. Like mine, yet not. Suckling at my finger, suddenly hungry in a new way.
 
Caleb

Something is going on in that house, something very intense. I can sense waves of emotion, & I throw my strongest shields up in my mind to protect myself from being dragged into it.

then it begins to rain.
*lovely*

I feel a weak touch on my shields, familiar, yet unfamiliar. Who could be trying to touch my mind?
It can't be a agency hunter. After what I did to the last one they should not be sending in a psion, but a H/K team.

God I wonder what is going on in there. I feel emotions stirring that haven't been moved in me in months. My pants get tighter, & I notice something else beginning to awaken

*Not now! ok, think of something else, Rosie O'Donnal in a thong, nekkid grandma's,..........)*
 
Lamia

She tasted the juices that she had brought on for me, smiling at me. I reached out and ran my fingers through her hair. "You are so lovely."

I watched her eyes grow hungry. Not for food, or wine or blood, but for me. "Yes, you can feed your need all you want."
 
I kneel between her legs now, running my hands over their smooth lengths. Settling in, watching her lips almost glow. Covered with a dew, licking out and tasting. Unable to control it I moan into her. Feeling my lips vibrate against hers. My tongue licking between, finding the source of my pleasure. My nose filled with her scent. My fingers tighten on her ass, her muscles tense, then relax as I start tasting her. Knowing only I need her.
Finding her clit and licking at it, gauging her reaction. remembering what she had done to mine. And suckling at it. Her fingers in my hair tighten.
 
Lamia

She lapped at me, filling my body with feminine pleasures long ago discovered and lost. My fingers tighten in her hair as she send me over the edge, getting me close, oh so close.

Her hair is like silk in my hands. The sensations around me are heightened. The air around us is full of electric attraction. Our aromas mingle together creating just the perfect sexual aroma. Her skin, gliding across mine, soft as satin.

This is what I had longed for. This is what I had needed.
 
My fingers slip within her, so easily, plumbing her depths. Out of control now, wild for her to cum for me. Needing her juices.
Almost humming as she came closer.
 
Lamia

Her fingers enter me pushing me over the edge. My body can no longer hold back as orgasms shake me all over. She continues to suck at my clit, licking my juices. Just like a dam, my floodgates let loose.
 
I am soon flooded with her juices flowing liek I have never seen. But I am thrilled and suck them in, using my tongue to catch at them. Gripping her tighter as her passion throws her body around. Keeping her tight against my mouth.
 
Lamia

Wave after wave of orgasms overtake my body. "OH" I moan as she holds me down lapping at me. "Yes." Her touch, her stregnth now matching my own.
 
Finally I let her be, but still hold her close. Withdrawing my fingers, kneeling there, licking them clean. Watching her. I had pleased her. Myhands wandered to my own nipples, pinchign at them. My need was renewed.
 
Lamia

"Actions like that must be returned." I whisper to her, reaching out for her hand, pulling her next to me on the bed. "May I finish what I started earlier? Tune him out and be with just me for now."

I delicately spread her legs, going to her passionatly, getting back to the job I had started. I feel her rock under my embrace.
 
I lay back, blanking all thoughts from me, but her. Her mouth, her pleasure. Lickign my lips, still tasting her.
 
Lamia

She lays back, giving me better access to her. I lick her clit, teasing it with my tongue, watching it perk up. I want to suck on her, feeling it within my lips, sucking on it as my tongue flicks it back and forth.

I feel her body moving, pushing up against my mouth. I continue to lick as I stick my finger in her sex, feeling her squeeze as one of many orgasms start to rock her body.
 
Over and over I cum, unable to control my scremas, my body as she makes me writhe and cry. Biting on my lip, tasting myu blood, only making me fly higher witht he taste.
 
Her body rocks out of her control and I struggle to hold on to her. Our sweat makes her slips from my grasp so I let her go. Crawling up to her I lick the side of her lips tasting the all too familiar taste of her blood. "I am famished."
 
I cuddle into her, sharing my taste on her lips, her tongue licking out, stemming the flow of blood.
"I am too." Then blush, remembering what I had eaten. "For food."
 
"Shall we go find some, food, that is?"

I was hungry, but I didn't want to leave her embrace. At that moment, we were one in the same.
 
I reach for the robe, but she tosses it aside. Nude, hand in hand we wander. She leading me, to the kitchen. Her body entrances me with it's every move.
 
Lamia

Getting two glasses out of the cabinet I reach into the fridge and get a bag full of red liquid. "Unfortunately my dear, real food tends to upset the stomach. Even more so, this," holding up the bag, "Isn't as well cold as it is warm, but we must sacrafice until you are ready to leave the house."

I pour some liquid into each glass and hand her hers. "Cheers." I say holding my glass up for a toast.
 
Holding it before me, it hits me what it is. Dropping the glass and backing away. The crash and glass breaking startled me, and I see her eyes.

"I, I can't." Suddenly shaking, then falling to my knees. My body starts trembling harder, unable to control it. Meeting her eyes, as it gets worse.

"Help me. Please."
 
Lamia

"I thought you understood, my friend. Here, drink this. It will make you strong again."

I rush over to her, holding the glass to help her drink. "You must drink. It was not gotten from a human in pain. They donate it. I have connections."
 
The smell repulses me, at first, then I catch her scent. And sip. Slowly, then more surely. My body at first rejecting it, then making it saty down by will, I feel better. Leaning against her.

Almost in tears. "I am sorry. I didn't know. I felt so weak all of a sudden." Helping me up we sat at the table as she explained how she got the donations she kept for emergencies. I listeed, and sipped as she spoke, her hand straying to touch mine every so often. Her strength, and concern making me feel better.

"Will it always be this way? So weak, so out of conrol?"
 
Lamia

"No, you will get stronger, the more you drink. Let me clean that up." I get a towel off the counter and clean up the glass, pricking my finger in the process. I suck at my finger tasting the sweet coppery taste.

"You handled it better than I did." I tell her laughing. "Alexander brought me live blood, for my first. I rebelled, collasping on the floor. I felt foolish after. I thought bagged would be better though, for your first, thought you will need fresh one time to get all your strength back. But we can save that for another day."

I look up at her and smile. "You will be stronger than you have ever been before. You will be feared and loved all at once."
 
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