Second~class Concubine
Inspired by Season Four. Sookie needs time to herself after the end of the witch's war. She has forgiven Bill and informed Eric that 'it's over.' But later, Sookie returns to the Compton Estate with a very unusual favor to ask of King Bill. Even though Bill sees this as an unexpected opportunity to rekindle the affections of his beloved Sookie, Bill is not at all certain even a vampire King can take on her unusual request.
As always, my stories are for Mature readers: Adult language/graphic sexuality/mature content. Disclaimer: I own nothing. TB characters belong to CH, Alan Ball & HBO. All other characters are from my more than active imaginationJ Hope you will enjoy and please leave a comment on your thoughts to this story following the end of each chapter. And now…..
Second~class Concubine
Chapter One
"You have to say the words… Say it!"
"I - I want you… to suck my blood. Suck me. Until you are…satisfied," she sighed;
"Until… we are both completely satisfied… And I -I want you to fuck me! I want it.
I want it more than anything!" She whimpered.
"Yes…that's better," he smiled at her, his face, his eyes only inches from hers.
"Much… much better, baby." He said this with a soothing, melodious infliction in the tone his voice.
Looking deeply into his mesmerizing eyes, her disbelief that this was all about to begin again, begin anew, is suspended and melting away.
She is once again capable and susceptible to anything he asks of her. Anything at all.
No worries about the past or the future. Nor does Time even matter. There is no time in his presence. There is no other strength or power. There is only now and the present moment between him. There is only what he wants. And she wants it too.
Her body trembles in anticipation of what she knows he will do to her.
It gets so much easier each time they meet. Incredibly, she realizes with the very first touch of his fingertips along her thigh, all the available blood seems to flow and concentrate straight into her vulva. Like a magnet, his touch draws a powerful pull on her physically and emotionally. Every time they are together, it takes less and less time for her to become completely sexually aroused. Completely turned on. After a few moments, she is unable to enunciate properly, form a word or even focus her eyes without closing them slightly. The pleasure of his touch is almost too much to bear.
Her head falls back in submission, surrender. Her chin is up.
Her skin breaks into a sudden warm sweat, her breathing becomes more labored, as he slides his hand downward, roughly grips hold of her naked mons, the palm of his hand fitted flatly against her tender skin, demonstrating his ability to consume her at his will. The wisps of hair across her forehead are plastered to her skin with perspiration.
Her lower body starting to tremble as the anticipation of him penetrating her flesh, in any way, is heightened in her awareness. A sweet torture when he waits for so long, listening to her panting. Listening to her heart pumping her blood. Her blood. The thing she knows he wants. He needs. Her mind races, shivers going down her spine as she is thinking what will he do to her next. And how soft or rough will he proceed. Will he bite her now?
Will he finger fuck her until she screams? Will he flip her over on her tummy and enter her without another word?
She does not know. She can only wait.
Her concentration is broken for the old goals of her life. Her free will is broken for anything else resembling the world she used to live in. That world is gone forever. Because of him. Now she is living in two worlds. Because she can no longer live without him. Can bearly function in world she grew up in. The world she has to go back to and live inside when he is done with her for the evening. When she is finally forced to leave the utter rapture of his presence.
But the 'real' world for her, is now only with him. Wrapped inside his darkness.
This world at night with him, with her vampire, is the only world that she craves. Everyday. Every night. She is hopelessly enveloped in his influence. And it is a sweet agony of need and desire.
Nothing she strains this night or any other night, will be denied. The power of his vampire mind is so strong against hers. The power of his vampire body so close, his muscles indenting her enclaved body, his tongue deliberately, slowly licking her neck.
His fangs fully exposed now, waiting against her throat like an animal ready to devour his shivering prey. She cuts her slanted eyes downward to watch to watch him. He pauses still. Then suddenly he lunges forward, forcefully entering her throat, piercing her jugular vein…as his naked manhood thrusts forward as well, penetrating into her moistened flesh. She gasps, as together these two sensations at once are always overwhelming in their intensity and she is overcome. Conquered. Subdued. Consumed.
This is what she lives for now. Would die without.
She feels the powerful strength of his body as he presses himself deeper inside her, claiming her completely, his fangs a part of her now, his big hands like vices covering each one of her breasts.
The feeling so beautifully filthy as he his stroking her. So rich, so deep and all~consuming. Her reasoning for anything else quickly fluttering away like a feather drifting off sporadically, being cared by the directions of the wind that commands it. Sensible thought rapidly leaving her mind, and concentrated as always on the exquisite sensations he is stirring between her legs, inside her body. There is only the giddy sense of rapture and heat of her passion in being commanded by him. She welcomes it. She is consumed and buried with him inside his other~worldy powers, his black magic.
Technically, she is still a human being. But she wonders for how much longer?
Every time with him as he takes more and more of her blood, is like being pulled out to sea into a stronger and stronger unrelenting undertoe. A pull so irresistible. A pull so impossible to break. Every encounter, he goes a little further, moves a little closer in ravishing her more completely, sucking her blood, longer and longer.
Penetrating her mind and her spirit. Entering her body and it seems her very soul.
And she never wants it to end. When they are together, she cries to keep their connection until the very last moment.
The world is zooming in. The world is condensed into just the square inch of her torn open bloody throat. And her pulsating, orgasmic female parts. Her lips form into a perfect 'O' as she moans and he claims everything. Outward and inward, he claims everything he wants from her. Her heart beats for them both. She greedily pulls the vampire closer to her, wanting to remain full of him. Full of his fangs, full of his dick. Like a rubber band, stretched to its ultimate limit, her muscles go on contracting, and she is punched with a final lovely fluttering, the peak of her intense orgasm. A feeling so deep, so strong, it just goes on and on, as the vampire continues pumping her and sucking her blood. Over and over again. She cannot move. She does not want to move. With tears in her eyes, she moans softly into his ear.
"Good girl, Shelby…" he whispers finally, after pulling his bloody fangs from her skin; "you are always, always … my best girl…"
After a few moments, Shelby is able to catch her breath again, calming down from the ecstasy as he disengages himself from inside her body. She swallows hard. She watches him move away from her. It is so painful being separated from him. And part of her hopes he won't glamour away the memory of this night they have spent together.
Not this time. He told her, sometimes he takes it all away. Even the fang wounds.
He doesn't want her to remember everything he does to her. It is like a game for him, she knows. Part of his control. But please don't. Please.
Sadly she thinks, she wants to remember everything. Before it all begins again…
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Sookie was unexpectedly given the responsibility to train the new waitress at Merlotte's.
Her name was Shelby Garrett. And Sam had hired her the day before, not showing her around or telling her very much, at all, how the routine worked at Merlotte's.
Sookie sighed. Well… as Tara had pointed out, it was Sookie's turn to take a new employee under her wing and show them the 'ropes.' God knows, Sookie had not been around much lately to do anything work~related.
In fact, most of Bon Temps had been trying to get back to 'normal' after the awful witch's scare and all the horrendous things that had happened because of Martonia's possession. Sookie wanted to throw herself back into work and Merlotte's, as soon as possible. It had been very painful saying 'thanks, but no thanks' to both Bill and Eric.
Sookie knew she had done the right thing. She had had so much happen to her lately that she just could not think straight anymore when it came to either one of those vampires.
Forgiving Bill for lying to her and for every misstep that he had made while trying to keep her safe, had soothed Sookie's own soul. And had made Bill feel so much better.
She knew he loved her. And when he told her she was the 'love of his life,' Sookie knew he meant it. In her heart she knew that Bill had never meant to hurt her. There were unsolved things between them. But Sookie could not bring herself to handle one more thing at that moment. Her mind felt scrambled. On complete over~load. She had so many feelings to sort out.
What had she learned about that brief time with Eric? She asked herself, did truly understand why the affair with him had even happened? Did she even want to ponder it anymore? Her time with Eric had been brief. It was not anything like what she had had with Bill. But Sookie had to admit to always being curious about Eric. Yes, what they had shared together was incredible. Sexual. Raw. But was it really love? Or had it merely been the after effects of her drinking his 1000~year~old vampire blood? She had never felt that high on Bill's blood. Some of her time with Eric had seemed like a dream.
On some level, Sookie knew she had used Eric to escape making any real decisions about her life, at all, after Bill had hurt her so deeply. And Eric's amnesia had only made things easier for her. Which is not what a grown~up is supposed to do, Sookie thought to herself. After thinking about it a couple of days, she knew had acted no differently than her brother Jason. Using sex as a way to avoid the difficult work of searching out what was really in her heart. The good and the bad. And what did she really want in her life?
It was not enough to just cry her eyes out, feeling so empty and forlorn about separating from Bill. Saying good~bye to the past was only the beginning. Sookie knew she had to start dealing with things head~on, as an adult. She had to grow up. She had to stop making excuses for herself. And definitely stop hiding from the tough decisions.
Saying 'no' to both Bill and Eric was the beginning of her trying to move forward with some maturity. And it was so hard. So difficult without Gran to help her.
Gran's spirit had told Sookie not to be afraid to be alone And for once, she had listened.
Yes, there are far worse things, Sookie thought to herself, than being alone. Her growth had been stunted enough already. Because she had never dated when she was a teen~ager. Could not date because of her ability to read those boys minds!
It was hard not having a boyfriend. Someone to help her understand the ways of boys/men, in general. Growing up without a father was partially responsible for her naivete. Her brother Jason had not been much help in that department. Sookie had longed for a companion. Like the other girls in her high school. Someone to share her insecurities with. Someone to hold you, hug you and vow to make everything all better.
It had been so wonderful being with Bill. She couldn't read his thoughts. And for the most part, at the start, their time together had been very nice. Comforting and funny and sexy and reassuring. Everything rolled into one. And Sookie had loved him.
And it was a little scary…being alone now. After having that mental and physical closeness with Bill. And even though, her time with Bill was so much more than just about the sex, Sookie had to admit to herself, that she really missed having the closeness of their sexual relationship. And Sookie guessed, well maybe, that's why she fell into bed so easily with Eric. She was still thinking about how and why it would have happened so quickly. What were the real reasons for it happening the way it did? It was frustrating trying to figure it all out. But she had to do it. She had to be a woman. She needed to sort things out, or she would never know what was truly in her heart. Yes, there are worse things than standing alone in life.
Like not having a job. Or family. Or friends who care about you. And Sookie had all of those things. Her love life was in shambles, sure. But that was her fault. And no one else's. Maybe if she stood back from the edge ~ the edge of vampire business…
Bill and Eric ~ maybe then she could sort out her head and listen to her own heart's desire. Begin thinking rationally! Somehow, Gran was telling her this.
That was Sookie's immediate goal. Going back to work was the first practical step for her in leaving all the craziness behind. Clear her head. And for her to be as normal as she could be.
Sookie sighed and shook her head. Normal. At least she could think about something besides feeling sorry for herself. And getting a pay check at the end of the week is something she desperately needed. Money would be great to have, while she was trying to figure out what was best for her life.
Yes, Sookie Stackhouse needed a pay check pretty badly right then.
Shelby Garrett was standing at one of the back tables in Merlotte's, rolling silverware into napkins, as Sam had asked her to, when Sookie found her and walked back to greet her. She was an attractive girl, actually, a couple of years younger than Sookie. Dark hair that was cut in a bob, just above her chin. Dark eyes, that Sookie noticed were rimmed with slightly dark circles, as if the girl had had too many late nights. Which was strange because Shebly did not seem like the partying type, but she looked a little tired. She was also rather thin for her height, similar to Sookie in constitution. Sookie detected a little nervousness coming from her, which was understandable for the first full day on the job. And there was this pensiveness about her that Sookie picked up on right away.
Shelby seemed a very quiet person, very reserved. Sookie detected some aura of sadness about her. It seemed to linger inside her.
"Hey Shelby…I'm Sookie. Nice to meet you," Sookie smiled and extended her hand to the new girl; "I guess I'm trainin' you this week. Did Sam or anybody walk you around here yesterday and show you where our main station is? And the pick~up window?"
"Yeah…thanks Sookie," Shelby said, nodding, shaking hands. She looked at Sookie with her head slightly down, and peered up through her dark eye lashes; "Sam showed me the serving station. He said I-I can start with my own tables tonight…just one or two. I am so nervous."
Then Sookie listened to Shelby's thoughts: Damn! I don't want to screw this up! I need this job…
Sookie reached out and patted Shelby's arm.
"Oh, you will do just fine, Shelby" Sookie smiled at her. "I'll help you all I can. We all will. Me. Sam. Arlene. Lafayette… you're gonna like it here. Sam's not as gruff as he seems, really. Where are you from, Shelby? Do you have people here in Bon Temps?"
Shelby seemed to relax a little as Sookie spoke to her. They started folding the silverware into the napkins together.
"Yeah…I grew up in Lake Charles. Went to school in Baton Rouge. But, I-I wanted to get away from there. So… I came here to live with my Aunt Melba," said Shelby; " She's my daddy's sister. We live on Drawbridge Road. Do you know it?"
"Sure," Sookie said glancing over at her. "Everybody knows everybody here. Miss Melba taught me in 5th grade. She was a very good Social Studies teacher. She's been retired now for a while, huh?"
"Ten years, Sookie."
"Yeah, I remember Miss Melba. She's very nice," said Sookie. "I hope you like livin' here, Shelby. Bon Temps is a very small place."
" I like it fine so far," said Shelby.
They went on rolling the napkins and talking for several minutes, until Merlotte's started to fill up gradually with more customers. Sookie shadowed Shelby for most of the late afternoon, showing her where everything was kept. And how to abbreviate the kitchen orders and assemble her trays with food. It was a typical Thursday, late evening, going into dusk.
At one point the golden sun always shone brightly through the western side windows. And either Sookie or Arlene would go over to the blinds and pull them shut. Usually, trying not to disturb any customers who were sitting in the booths along the windows. So when Sookie glanced over and saw a couple booths were empty, she took that opportunity to close all of the big wooden blinds, shutting out the glare from the sunset.
Sookie could not help thinking about Bill when the sun was setting. It was impossible not to think about him. Along 6 o'clock…6:30p.m….. She stared through the window for a moment. Her past with Bill, never seemed very far away at sunset. The sun burned so brightly for its last hoo~ray in the daylight sky, turning a glowing fiery ball of orange right before slipping down below the dark green tree line and disappearing altogether.
Night time was approaching…. Sookie could still feel the excitement of it. Those first few weeks when she had been breathlessly and fearlessly waiting for her vampire to arrive. Waiting impatiently to be wrapped in his love.
Sookie remembered the time when she and Bill were happily, blissfully together.
He would awaken from his long daytime rest to come and be at her side. She remembered the sensation of waiting for him, knowing that she would soon… very soon be in his arms once again….
"Shelby?" Sookie called, as Shelby was standing near by; "Would you please be an angel and help me close some of these blinds, hun? Nobody can see a thing on this side of the bar until the sun goes down… Shelby?"
Sookie looked around for the girl over her shoulder and noticed Shelby had tears in her eyes as she gazed out the windows. Suddenly Shelby turned and ran from the main dining room, past the bar and down the hallway.
"Shelby! Shelby, what's wrong?" Sookie hurried after her.
Shelby had run into the ladies room and shut the door behind her. Sookie grabbed the door knob and rushed inside. There Shelby was standing with her back against the wall, her hands covering her face, she was trembling.
"Oh, I feel so sick! Sick! I can't do this again! God please… don't let me go to him tonight!"
Shelby's thoughts were revealed to Sookie instantly. Sookie stared at the girl who was leaning back against the wall, the perspiration beading on her forehead. Sookie reached out, placing her hand on Shelby's arm and felt her shaking uncontrollably.
"It's a vampire, isn't it?" Sookie asked Shelby very quickly.
Shelby took her hands from her face. She grabbed Sookie's hand for support, looking into Sookie's eyes, unable to speak. She nodded her head, yes.
"Do you love him?" Sookie asked.
"He doesn't love me," Shelby said sadly; "H-he's only using me. For blood. And sex.
I know that. B-but…, oh Sookie….I can't let go…."
Shelby started crying, burying her face in Sookie's shoulder as she held on tightly.
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