Tonight is just like any other night, I lay in the bed facing the wall, tracing the outlines of the bricks with my eyes. I breathe deep as I feel is cold skin press to mine, he buries his face in my back and I smile. Every night, just the same quiet and calm, this slow existence has become the only thing I know, and knowing this life, I know it won't last forever.
No matter how much I long for immortality for him to make me his for always, that we may walk this earth together and share our darkest desires, it will never be. I sigh at the thought, but I knew what I was getting myself into that night, I knew where this would lead.
Three years had passed since he had saved my life, and took me as his…well…pet, for lack of better words. I remember it like it was only yesterday, I can still smell the rain and the blood, I can still see his eyes, like rubies shining through the darkness….but it still feels like a dream.
"Is something the matter?" he asks lifting his head and rubbing my shoulder.
"Nothing, just thinking is all." I smile at him, and he smiles back sweetly. I am only a friend to him, if even that really. I am a consort, a confidant, an escape. I give him company and pleasure, and he gives me shelter and the same in return. Our lives are somewhat of a dance in the darkness, we move about so swiftly and in tune with the movements of the other, we need no light or music everything just flows together, like the ocean moving along the shore.
I turn onto my back and brush his long black hair from his face and stroke his cheek, he smiles down at me and kisses my hand. I lean up a little and kiss him, he chuckles a little and leans down so that I can feel the heat of his breath on my neck.
"You want more?" he whispers in my ear. His voice sending a wave over my body, I arch my back pressing my chest to his, begging him for more. This is his favorite part of the game, the tease. He makes me want it, drives me to edge of insanity by making me beg for it, pushing me until I can't take it anymore. I nod and slide my fingertips slowly down his chest, over his chiseled midsection down to his already throbbing member. He quickly grabs my wrist tightly and pushes down on me slightly so that I can feel him, hard and ready, rubbing against my dripping wet cunt. I let out a small moan, and bite my lip. He smiles and runs his tongue slowly along my skin, whispering again he says,
"I want to hear you say it."
My voice and body shaking, "I want more, please."
He slides his hand between my legs and begins teasing my hole with his fingers, my own juices already running over my thighs, I moan as he slides two fingers inside of me. I begin moving my body up and down, sliding across the bed, making any adjustment needed to feel him moving inside me. He doesn't try to stop me, but urges me to continue, dragging his fangs over my neck and moaning in my ear. It's now that I know he wants me just as badly, so close. He growls, a low rumble, and pulls his fingers out of me. He lifts his leg so that I can adjust and spread mine, I settle in the warm soaking wet spot we've already made on the bed. He kisses me, lightly, softly, swirling his tongue around my mouth, he pulls back and presses his forehead to mine. Our noses touching, I can see something in his eyes, something bothering him.
"What's wrong? Is it something I did?"
"No," he replies quickly and sighs "I know how you feel, and I know what you want." I look away from him and sigh.
"I know we can never have that, I have always known, and that's okay with me. I love you, and though you can't love me back, it's enough just to be your companion and have this time with you."
"I feel for you, deeply. You have been more than just companion these past years, and I want you to know that." He smiled at me, and kissed me softly, "I'm going to make love to you."
We always did it one way, hard and rough, one time I spent 3 weeks afterward in the hospital with several broken bones and a fractured hip, so basically we fucked, A LOT. He had never mentioned the world love, and I couldn't even imagine a man like himself giving into any kind of feeling that way. I couldn't see this stone, who very seldom showed any emotion other than crude and loyalty, to sexually melt with someone, mainly someone like me. I had a fraction of his physical strength, I was awkward and average and knew little of the world outside my home, and the dungeon of the Hellsing estate.
He kissed me again, slowly and passionately, I didn't know what to do. My entire body was tense, and I knew he could feel it, he pulled away and laid down on top of me. Sliding down he kissed every inch of my body, from my lips to my inner thighs, "Just relax."
My body shuddered and my back arched as his lips pressed to my clit, I gripped the sheets and let out a small breath, as he began to lick it. Each stroke hard and slow, all I could do was moan, even his hands on my hips felt orgasmic. He moved down a little and slid his tongue inside me, it was like heaven and hell all at once, I was on cloud nine, weightless, and my body felt as though it was on fire. His tongue slid in and out of my soaking wet pussy, I reached down and dug my nails into his back. Twitching, my body was uncontrollable I was moving franticly, trying hard to hold myself together, he extended his arm and held me down. I could feel a ball of pleasure welling up inside of me, I called out him name,
"Alucard!" He stopped, and lifted his head from between my legs, smiling, as he licked my juices from his lips.
"Not yet," he grinned, "I have so much more for you this evening." He kissed me over and over again, each one a small taste on myself. He grabbed my legs and ran his long fingers over my skin, barley touching me, but still setting my body on fire. He lay his head on my shoulder and slid slowly into me, with every inch I moaned, almost screaming. I wanted it, more than anything, I wanted him to take me, and fill me up. Slowly in and out, moving his hips, and with every movement I pushed back against him, making him go deeper into me. I wrapped my arms around him, gripping on to him, and digging my nails into his skin. I could feel his soft labored breaths against my neck, each thrust making him moan louder.
I locked my legs behind him and devoted all my strength into squeezing my pussy, making it grow tighter around his cock. I looked over at him and his eyes met my gaze, he smirked at me and pulled back slowly. He paused for a moment and whispered softly in my ear,
"I love you..." My eyes grew wide, caught off guard I lost all sense of what was going on, just what he wanted. He thrust into me deep and hard, I felt like I might break. Screaming out from pain and pleasure all at the same time. Harder and harder, with every thrust, it felt wondrous. My head fell back and my back arched up. Alucard sat up, and moved me into his lap, he grabbed my hips, and slammed me down on his cock. I wrapped my arms around his neck, he pulled me back and grabbed my face,
"Ride it." Looking me deep in my eyes his voice rang out with such force, "I know you're there, don't hold it. I want to see the look on your face." I grabbed his sides and began ridding him, I could feel myself about to cum, but I didn't want it to stop, not yet. My thighs were drenched in a mixture of sweat and my own juices, my sopping wet cunt squeezing around his throbbing rock hard member, giving me more and more pleasure. I could feel it, just one more, I lifted at high as I could, and slammed down with all of my strength and that was it. My eyes rolled back and I screamed out in ecstasy, moaning, and grinding against him. My body fell, limp, against his, my head resting on his shoulder. It was all I could do to look at him, smiling down at me. That face, so perfect, those eyes, piercing, that smile, like the devil. He laid me back on the bed, in a pool of my own sweat and cum.
"You should rest." He smiled at me and turned to leave the room.
"Wait…" I called out to him and he turned slightly to me, "Did you mean it? When you said you loved me?"
He grinned, and left the room, closing the door behind him. I probably just over thought it, I mean, he was just trying to catch me off guard. He doesn't love me, he cares for me, but he can't love me, I'm just….me. What could I give him? What life could I show him? He would stay the same, and I would age, and eventually die. I let these thoughts fill my head as I drifted off to sleep. But…what if?