"The Blood Moon. A moment in the Goddesses cycle she gave her children free reign upon the Earth. For their powers be suppressed no more; and it is within this very night, that the power inside the undead could be truly felt within mankind's crimson heart."
Behind the stained glass held two mirrors that reflected her image; each socket blazing with the hungers he held inside as they searched endlessly beyond the hills in which he could not venture. The beasts circling the Castle as they orchestrated their sorrowful music in the night. He wanted nothing more than to join them as he could no longer resist the temptations of the Goddess.
"When will you ever learn?" A voice as sweet as the autumn rain wrapped around his very being; enclosed with it a small perk that he knew was of hauteur.
"Are we really astounded though my Loves?" Vlad let their hands explore his solid body as he stood, still gazing out in yearning. He wanted nothing more than to soak in the crimson pools in which he created.
"Take us tonight. Let us escape this perdition and lavish you with our adoration. Please...don't go to her."
Vlad placed a kiss on each luscious lips of his beautiful Brides. They were always his favorites but never could they fulfill what he yearned the most. Love. They knew nothing of such a love. They had loved only what they had become. Death. They loved the death in him.
"Mina, I must go to her."
It had nearly been a month since Vlad had had her 'brought' here, to his castle. Brought she used very lightly, as he had, for lack of better words, kidnapped her. She had no idea why, for he had kept his distance at first but as the days grew into weeks, she found that he had not only brought her here, but had given her free reign of the castle as well. Provided she did not visit the crypts downstairs, or go prying where she was not allowed in the East wings of the Castle.
A month and he had done little more then chat with her when necessary, or acknowledged her when she entered the room, but other then that he had been aloof, distant, ever watching. She was often left alone and had taken to roaming the castle on nights when sleep was near impossible. She came to enjoy the silence, the darkness of the halls at night, the stories they seemed to tell as she walked first one hall, then another. Ancient armors set about guarding the halls, and exquisite works of art hung here and there. It truly was a beautiful place if one knew where to look. Beautiful, but heartrendingly lonely.
The moon had risen full that night, red with blood as the Hunters would call it. A blood moon, a Hunters moon. The time for all to seek their homes soon as darkness fell, for it was said on a night like this, Dark things stalked the woods and towns. She thought it utterly ridiculous! Or she had. That was before she met HIM. Dracula. Vlad. He had changed her outlook on so many things, for she knew what he was, what he had done and what he could do. Yet she did not fear him. Curious she was, but never fearful for he had never been anything but courteous and kind to her, even though he kept her at a distance. This night to her, was no different then any other night. She should have heeded the wolves calls as they ran about the castle, should have heeded the redness and fullness of the moon that hovered so brightly overhead.
She walked as one at ease, at peace when she was anything from it. She did not do well in 'captivity' and having been so utterly alone, she thought she would go mad! But tonight, she walked the halls, for sleep was impossible. Not with all that racket going on outside. She came to a small room that was not barred to her and carefully opened the door before stepping in. Moonlight flooded the room from every angle it seemed, for this room had more windows in it then any other room she had yet ventured into. Walking as a moth to a flame, she went to stand by one of the largest of the bay windows and peeked out into the night at the world below. The sight was beyond words to describe and it left her spellbound. Just over the forest and a little ways past the river, she could see her town, outlined in the moonlight. It was so far and yet so close. A single tear fell from her eye without her knowledge. If only she didn't feel...so very very alone...
He always knew where she was, it wasn't just the sound of her singing in the hallways or the softened steps that echoed. It wasn't even the steady tune of her heartbeat or each breath she took. No, it was more than that, something deeper. Etched into his memory was her very presence. A connection unknownest to them yet something so simple.
He knew every inch of his Castle, even to the smallest of details as he strolled down the long hallways. Never taking a second to gaze upon the magnificent details the walls had to offer for he knew it so well that it became a bore to him over time. A residual haunting.
It wasn't until he reached several doors, that he had stopped and turned fully in the direction of the left door. Behind it, her blood sounded as of a waterfall, hauntingly beautiful images flashed before his eyes of all the evils he had committed yet they also showed him of desires not yet foretold. They took him to another place beyond the Castle, these sceneries of grandeur that intrigued him so.
What they were, were still so unclear to him. His mind would wander and when he awoke he was always somewhere else in the Castle. But eventually they came less and more depending on the events of the night. For this very night, he became increasingly lecherous, most likely due to the fact of the Blood Moon invoking his deepest desires; ones that made him into what he is today.
His fingertips treading very softly through her silken raven colored hair as he breathed in her scent. It was enough to cause him a sort of instability that he had refrain himself further from her and come to reality a short distance away from her. The shadows always becoming his dearest protector shielding him from the ghastly sight of only himself. If she was to see the true form of him, surely she would only come to hate him. Fear him. He couldn't have that.
His fangs retracting to what was normality for a mortal. Slender fingers gaining somewhat a more realistic weight on them as his nails dulled down to a even length. His pupils dark as the void became smaller as the stormy color appeared within them. Skin color normalizing as his hair turned from silver to black, appearing much younger. He was beautiful again like a mortal man. The hunger in him had subsided yet still lingered below. He smoothed out the wrinkles of his clothing, stepping a little bit closer to the only woman he could ever love.
"Why does one cry at such a lonely hour? Perhaps I can be of some assistance Miss Mina. Whatever shall I do for you?"
She was not alone. The atmosphere of the room had changed the second he walked into the room. She was keenly aware of him, though she had not yet turned her eyes from the sight down below her. Her body tingled in ways that would have her blush, but thanking the darkness for its protection as it too, hid her from sight, if not from scent.
At his gentle touch, she went stock still, for she was well aware of the soft inhale of breath just at the nape of her neck before he stepped back and seemed to compose himself once more. She let her eyes, flicker for a moment, towards him, a hidden glance as her hair covered her gaze as a shield through long, raven tresses and watched the delicate 'dance' of his change. One he sought to hide from her, and yet, one that intrigued her fully if she was to be truly honest with herself. She could feel his strain, his desire from here and it was heady. The way his face changed, for it was his eyes that held her captive. Dark pupils dimming slowly to black pools of liquid heat. Fingernails, which had felt long and slightly sharp against her hair, were slowly returning to normal size, and if she looked closer, she would catch a glimpse of those fangs of his. They both frightened her and stilled her heart and she was at times, left wondering just how it would feel...to be pierced by those white, glistening fangs. Watching as the 'monster' withdrew and the man returned,before casting her eyes once more to the sight below. She made no move when he came closer to her side. His presence was soothing in a way as it was confusing. For when they were close, together, she felt things. Things she did not yet understand. She liked it when he was near, and yet, a part of her feared that she liked it, and the confusing circle began again, whenever they were together.
The world was bathed in moonlight! Even where there was darkness, it seemed to shimmer in a ethereal way. The towering trees stuck out jaunty over the crests of the rocks from which they grew. The river, a few miles away seemed to dance under the brilliant rays cast upon it's surface, silvery and gleaming. Her town, outlined in shadow but still there, for she knew where to look and saw the faint lights of the village flicker as if calling her home. She gave a loud sight and straightened, turning to gaze at him.
"Why have you brought me here, Vlad?" Her words were soft, yet she would not be refused an answer. Many times she had asked such a question, and many times he had simply walked away. It was frustrating! "You bring me here and say I can not leave, that I have full reign of the castle...and yet, you leave me alone? Why? Why am I here? Away from my father, my friends, my school...everything, you have torn me from. It would be alright, in a way, if I wasn't so lonely. You bring me here and then leave me to fend for myself. I don't understand." She trailed off and bit her lip. She had said to much and would not cry in front of him. Crying was so girlish and of that she was not. But she wanted to know why...and by the Gods, he would answer her. She would not let HIM leave till he had.
Her expressions could bring tears to his eyes if he could only produce them. A hand reaching out to gently caress her soft cheek as he had inched yet only closer, sealing the distance between them as he could not bare it for much longer. Oh, the agony of it all.
"My dearest Mina, why do you tremble so?" Lifting her chin so he could peer into her olive orbs, "What you speak of and request, is an answer I can not yet recite to you." Brushing a strand of her loose hair behind her shoulder as he gave her the warmest of smiles.
For just a moment, he was trapped within her own enchantments. Those being of a woman's most natural wilds. Every touch of her skin had him aching to explore more of her body. The sound of her voice soothing his very existence as he was drawn into the very gates of her soul. Like still deep waters barring no escape until her light had rippled the waves, bringing him ashore. How could one so frail in this universe be his own undoings. She was his light, the light of all other lights.
Surely her emotions were enough to even break his own heart, yet nothing could be done about it. She would only have to endure these nights alone like he had done every single day for eternity. She must learn of his pain to truly understand the reasonings; his very existence. She must find within herself, this love that they had lost so long ago. Her soul had lost it's way, yet he never lost sight of it.
He could not hide the fact of his burning desires at this moment but of course, he would do nothing at the moment if she did not provoke the beast within, though, perhaps he wanted her too just so he could taste of her crimson flow. He had within minutes of their speaking, close the distance fully as he held her within his grasps. One hand upon her lower back as the other trailed it's fingertips down her arm, enough to ensure the quickest of shivers as their fingers tangled and he swept her around the room in the most graceful of passionate dances.
"What are you imagining right now, Miss Mina?"
Anger filled her. Anger for being here and then left alone as if she were nothing more then something to be despised. And yet, it was blatantly obvious that that was not the case. She could feel the tenderness in his touch as she lifted her chin, having her eyes meet his own. Could see it as he gazed down at her, but also a confusing puzzle lay herein. Something that her heart had not forgotten, but her mind and soul had. She felt her pulse leap as he drew closer and chided herself on acting so silly. He was her captor, nothing more! She should be angry with him! His answer made no sense. How could he not know why he had her brought here? Was this not his castle? Did not the people here do his bidding?
While he gave her the brightest of smiles, she glared vehemently back at him. A lady she may be, but she knew how to take care of herself. She had been doing it for years, and she did not take kindly to being swept away into a world she didn't understand. Living with a person who was more of a riddle and mystery then this castle itself. Was he expecting her to break? To go about crying for the things she had lost? He would find she was not prone to such actions. Was he thinking she would understand in due time, when the loneliness drove her to near madness? Would he really let it get that far? She hated what he had done to her, and her glare and the light within her eyes said as much.
When he moved closer and took her into his embrace, her jaw clenched, yet she followed his movements, with a gracefulness all her own. How her body trembled at his touch, how her heart seemed to race and stutter as she gazed up at him, and part of her could see, for a split second, into that eternity they had shared once before, till it faded almost as quickly as it had come and left her feeling more confused then before.
"What am I imagining?" Her voice was clipped, her tone angry though whispered as if almost afraid of someone hearing them. "That I am home. That my father will not die of a broken heart because I am not there." She paused in their dance and gave him a look that was so full of hate that for a moment, time seemed to stand still. "You say you do not know the reason why I am here, but you must have some form of it, some idea. Why then did you steal me away, like a thief in the night? You are kind and courteous and yet you leave me alone for hours at a time." She was building up steam and her body wracked as a tremor raced up her spine. She knew she should be cautious, but right now, she was past all that. "Why?! There is something you are not telling me, I can feel it. Something that I am not grasping. For you to bring me here, and then leave me trapped inside with nothing but myself for company...I am going mad! This place it to lonely, the nights and days to long. I can not bear it!"
She took a few steps away from him, still seething and yet trying to contain herself. She knew if she continued she would have very well struck him. She longed to do so! To wipe that smug smirk off of his face. To rail and lose her head at him, but she held firm. "I would rather die then spend one more lonely night or day alone." She faintly whispered. It was the one thing she feared, the one thing she was truly terrified of. Loneliness. She had been here almost a month, and already the castle seemed to 'talk' to her. She was sure it was the first signs of madness and it scared her. If only he would stay and talk with her, or pay a visit from time to time, it wouldn't be so bad. If she was doomed to stay here...she paused, and then turned and looked at him "What is keeping me from leaving?" She asked, with a rather nice snarl to her voice. "I can go out the same way I came in...who would stop me? You?!" She challenged, unheeding of the small voice inside that warned caution.
When she pulled away from him, he had stopped and sighed longingly to her. Did this small hindrance of keeping such wants aside stray them apart further and further. They once had exchanged vows, promising each other that they shall never keep secrets. Yet, he had broken this promise to only protect her from himself. To learn of what he was now, it surely would break her heart.
"I am deeply sincere when I say to you that I have no intention of keeping you in such isolation. I am utterly selfish and guilty to make you feel such sadness. You spoke of leaving the Castle., thus I can not hold you either. Mad? Oh, my dear, if you only knew how strange is the matter regarding which I am here, it is you who would laugh. I have learned not to think little of any one's belief, no matter how strange it may be. I have tried to keep an open mind, and it is not the ordinary things of life that could close it, but the strange things, the extraordinary things, the things that make one doubt if they be mad or sane."
Would she try to leave this place? To stop her, would be to hurt her and he couldn't bring himself to such an atrocious thing. If not the storm, the wolves or the night, it would always be him to stop her from leaving beyond the Castle's walls where he could not protect her from her own doings lest ye be man.
"Come, then, beautiful Mina, let me be the first man to kiss you, to bed you, whether you come willingly or not. You will be mine and mine alone, do you understand? I can not bare this lascivious nature no longer, my love."
Only mere seconds seemed like an eternity as he swiftly pulled her into his snares, fangs growing longer to pierce the pulsating flesh, a hand holding just behind the nape of the her neck in a delicate hold. His pupils now matching the Blood Moon as he tasted of Mina's crimson life source; it's thick liquid pooling throughout his entire being, generating heat as it replenished cells.
Just a taste was all he needed as he picked up her body gracefully, bringing her to his own chambers where he shall lay and taste of her some more.
"Are you still saying you do not know?" She turned and gave him the fullness of her gaze, her glare. "You have no intention of keeping me in said isolation and yet you have! What is it that you are not telling me!" She railed at him, yet it never seemed to phase him and that made her even angrier. How could she get at him? This man who was seemingly made of stone or ice? He did not flinch, one bit from her gaze, nor seemed at all perturbed by her indifference. Yet she could tell she had hit a small nerve, with her saying she would leave. His left eye had twitched ever so slightly, and had she not been looking, she would have missed it. So he did feel, and that made her all the more lost. What was it she was missing?
She was still trying to puzzle this all out, when his words reached her ears. She had mere moments to process them, in which she stiffened, before he had moved and swept her up against him. She no longer needed to wonder how it would feel, to have those sharp fangs sink into her soft skin, for she had no time to even scream as she felt the pain of his bite. Though he had bit her, his touch still remained gentle, though demanding and she fought against him. Sliding her hands up to try and push him away, it was like trying to move a wall as he held her closer to him. She had never been held like this by any man and it made her mind swirl and twist in confusion and rage.
When he picked her up, his mouth still latched to her throat, she gasped for just a quick moment, as he bent down to scoop her into his arms, she briefly recalled another time...of just such an action. But it couldn't be. she had never...and yet, it had. Images floated through her mind as he held her close, as his scent pervaded all she sensed, the strength of his arms, as if she weighed nothing made her tremble again. What was happening to her? Surely these were not her memories? As he carried her up the stairs, something happened within her. Something she couldn't even explain if she tried. Her hands, which sought to push him away, slowly began to wrap around him, to bring him closer. Her fingers twisting lightly in his darker then ebony hair, as she gasped loudly once more at the sensations that flooded her. She felt him still drinking and with one hand, tenderly caressed his face, seeking to make him stop.
"Vlad..Vlad, oprește-te! Ușor, te rog. Nu ma rani. (Vlad, stop! easy, please. Do not hurt me.)" She spoke in near perfect Romanian, and in the dialect of his tongue and time. How she did this, knew this, she would not remember later. But then, only the now mattered. When he laid her down gently on his bed, she breathed easier when he finally pulled away from her neck. Lifting one hand, she felt the two small puncture wounds that his fangs had left and tilted her head slightly as she gazed at him. "You bit me..." Said softly, as she let her eyes wander, before coming back to lock with his. Never before had she been into his sanctum before, never had he permitted it. She was still thoroughly confused, yet she wasn't angry anymore. Strange...something about this...about him, seemed so familiar suddenly. She knew she should be appalled that she was laying on his bed, let alone in his room, but she wasn't...and that fact didn't even make her pause.* What is happening? *she asked softly, trailing her fingers lightly through the back of his hair again, giving a soft sigh. "I know you...I know I do. But it is veiled...shadowed. What is happening, Vlad?"
It took nearly a century to gain the ability to withdraw from his prey. Yet, with Mina, it wasn't like that at all for she was also his strength. His tongue sliding across his lips in attempt to remove any remaining crimson from them as he finally had a surprised expression draw upon his face, "Dragostea mea, Mina. Îți mai amintești acum?" (My love, Mina. Do you remember now?)
When was the last time he spoke in his own native tongue? To only hear it, sent a warmth through his body; a feeling he could only describe as being wrapped in a blanket. Thus he settled on his elbows, above her, eyes searching deeply within hers for an answer he knew she would not even have known at this time. Did she finally break through? Awaken?
"Am trăit o viață de singurătate, în speranța că într-o zi sufletele noastre s-au reunit. Să ne reaprinde acea flacara, Mina.." (I have lived a life of solitude in the hopes that someday our souls would reunite. Let us rekindle that flame, Mina.) His voice soothing yet filled with strong sensuous whispers in the night as he spoke to her in the old ways. Perhaps she was not lost as it seemed though he would still love her as he did long ago.
His hand explored her body as he slid it across her womanly curves, her beautiful evening gown lifted at the hems as he touched flesh on flesh. Exposing her right slender leg as he clutched her thigh, boldly doing what he wanted. He yearned not for her blood but in reality her very being, her soul, her heart, her body. She would always be the only woman he had truly loved.
Her head tilted slightly at hearing his words, whispered so softly and yet with tender care. The sound of them, the foreignness of them, touched a place deep inside her. The surprised expression upon his face, made her wonder. She was so close to grasping it, latching onto what it was he was trying to say. She knew she should know this...but how? For when she reached for it, deep within her, it was shrouded once more in darkness. That was maddening!
"I...I do not understand." She said softly, ashamed at her failures to grasp which she had held inside her just moments ago. "I am sorry...it was there...a moment, and now...it is hidden again. I am so confused." She closed her eyes as he whispered to her, listening intently to what it was he was saying, trying to make sense of it all. The sound of his voice was soothing, calm yet questioning. It made her skin tingle and goosebump listening to him speak so fluently and elegantly. Biting her lip, she felt something inside her slip once more, and latched onto that feeling with all the intensity of a drowning man holding onto a lifeline!
she was falling...falling into darkness. Lost, confused, she was searching for something. Calling out for someone. She felt the gentle touch of his hand against her thigh and her eyes shot open. She had it, for a moment before it went hazy again, but she was closer then she had been. Lifting up a hand, she tenderly trailed the outlines of his face, memorizing the way he looked and that action alone tingled in the back of her mind. She saw, through a haze in her mind, another face. This one younger, with brighter eyes and long hair, but the smile was the same. "Vlad, cum poate fi aceasta? Cum poți să mai fi aici? Tu ... am ... murit. Nu-i așa? Cum de v-am fost atât de dor." (Vlad, how can this be? How can you still be here? You...we...died. Didn't we? How I have missed you so.) She blinked and the image faded and once more she furrowed her eyes in confusion. "It happened again. I know there is something I am supposed to know. Help me." She whispered as she raised her arms and locked them gently around his neck. "Help me remember."
Pain was no stranger to him as he held not onto such memories that were too much to bare for him. When she brought up the past, of how it all began, he stopped momentarily to release a pained expression as his voice held no barriers this time, it was just as sad as the choir of his children howling at night, "În fiecare zi de veghe nu am putut uita acea noapte îngrozitoare în cazul în care nu am putut salva de la moarte." (Every waking day I could not forget that dreadful night where I could not save you from death.)
"I will never let you go into the unknown alone." Capturing her lips in a kiss as he knew that to get though to her, was to endure once again, memories of her own death. Could he truly unfold these deep thoughts without hurting her?
"Death could not take us both passed her tresses. It was I who was burdened with such vengeance and hatred that I was forbidden to enter the Golden Gates with you. For it wasn't God who casted me out, it was the Devil who forbade me to enter."
He knew she would have yet more questions but for now, the time of the hour was upon them, soon the Blood Moon would fade to allow her Mate to rise and shine upon the land; golden rays that awoke the living.
Tender touches rose above her form as he delicately probed at her body, taking the time to outline her curves once again, remembering every part of her that made her pant beneath him. Moans that he thirsted for more and more as they embedded in him a tune of lecherous music. Oh, how he had missed this. Almost a moment of insanity behind his eyes as he now let himself be drowned to the currents of constant burning flames that built in his lower regions. A thick bone in his member seven inches long as he pulls from her all her under wear. Dress rolled up as he kissed a path from her bulgy thighs towards her heated cunt. Tongue forcing its way passed her plump lips as his hand had pushed her legs further apart as he lapped wildly like a mad man at her budding clitoris. He had invaded her again, this time with his fingers as he pumped them gently in and out at a slant to hit her sweet spot each time.
He longed for her too long. He wanted to be quick before the sun rose yet leave her with an ache in her belly and womb turned inside out. Seconds burned to minutes as he felt her clench repeatedly around his fingers. Taking them out as he sucked up the last of her drippings. Releasing his own clothing as he positioned himself over her delicate and glistening figure to ram his cock into her before she came too from the orgasm. When he started a steady pace, he aimed to ream out all her wrinkles from her cunt, fucking her until the the final hour came upon them, the windows offering a veil that only shrouded the light. His own undoing causing the sweet endings of the music to fade, finally cumming in hot promiscuous laps as his seed settles inside her cavern.
Kissing her to seal his love, "I will always love you, Mina."
When she saw the saddened expression he gave her, from words she barely understood that had left her lips, she felt instantly sorry that she had somehow caused him pain. Never would she want that. The tone of his voice, the resonance it carried spoke of a never-ending sadness so deep that she was unsure how he could bear it, such a feeling would drive even the most stoic of men to their deaths.
Images faintly danced in her minds eye as she heard him whisper to her. Images that would now not be silenced. Ever since she was young, she had seen things, heard things whisper to her or call her name. Up till now, she had been a little frightened of such things for she did not understand them. But here, with him, they made sense in an odd way. She was not afraid to let them come while he held her in his arms. The fact that she allowed him to hold her at all should have spoke volumes, to the both for she was not a harlot nor easy. She had had a good upbringing and knew that women did not do such things till they were married...and yet...with him, it was as easy as breathing. When he kissed her, oh how her heart raced. She had often imagined such a thing, and to have it happen so suddenly floored her. His kiss was sweet, soft, almost as if he was afraid to hurt her and that opened a door somewhere deep inside her. She pulled back with a soft gasp as like a wave, images upon images flooded her. All those long years of holding them back caused them to come to her one right after the other. They would not be denied now!
She was left a little breathless as they danced across her conscious, but she remembered! She saw him, tall and lean and muscular, Long of hair but bright in eye and when he turned those golden eyes upon her, oh how she had melted. She saw the times they had spent together, the walks they had taken through the Kingdom, the times spent lounging in bed, his head in her lap as she gently played with his long raven tresses. How happy they had been with each other, for it seemed that they were indeed, soul mates. But then, dark times came upon them and she wanted to shy away from such memories, didn't want to see them for she somehow knew they would only bring pain. The pain and fear of dying, of burning and having him watch. How horrible is was, to remember her death, to feel it as she watched it play out in morbid fashion in her minds eye. Her hands had tightened around him as she watched the endless program of memories echo out through the ages and when they finally faded, she turned wondering, soft eyes upon him, lifting her hand once more she cupped his cheek, allowing her thumb to ghost over his lips and chin, her eyes questing.
"Cum este posibil acest lucru? Cum stăm aici, împreună ca asta?" (How is this possible? How are we here together, like this?) She noted the fine details of his being, noted and knew that he had no heartbeat for she knew what he was, but that 'other' side of her had not registered it or had refused to till now. "Vlad, ce a devenit dintre noi? Este într-adevăr tu?" (Vlad, what has become of us? Is it really you?) Her words were soft, whispered as she gazed trustingly, almost lovingly up at him. She knew him. Knew him almost as well as she knew herself.
The questions she would have asked died though, upon her lips as he gently touched and caressed her. Slowly so as not to spook her, but there was a certain hurried motion about him and she tilted her head back to gaze towards the shuttered windows and saw the reason for his rushed demeanor. Dawn was approaching, she could see the faint light as the moons rays had disappeared from the window and she could feel the coming of the new day within her. Her questions could wait...for now, there was only him. She bit her lip to keep the pants or the moans from her lips as his questing took on a rushed but still so giving form. His hands knew exactly where to touch her to make her arch against him, his lips left soft yet possessive kisses over her body that had her moaning despite herself. Her hands roamed his form as she kissed him passionately, and then arched hard against him as he kissed down the length of her body, fisting into the sheets when she could reach him no more.
She might have loved him in another time, in another life, but this body, hers now, she herself, was a virgin and the sensations he made her feel left her gasping for air, made her head spin and her heart race. When he settled between her legs, she blushed, but that was quickly chased away by the sweetest moan that filled the room the second his tongue found her sweet box. She almost came off the bed as delight and pleasure found her, panting as she held tighter to the bedsheets, trying not to squirm to much against him. His name left her lips over and over in the sweetest symphony as he pleasured her, though she stiffened only for a moment when he first began to finger her, for it hurt a little but that too soon faded away into the ebons waves of ecstasy. Her body bucking and clenching around his fingers as she came, twice in rapid succession. Such a feeling! She almost couldn't breathe it was so amazing!
She was left panting as he withdrew, and thought that things couldn't possibly get any better then that...till he started to undress and she was allowed for the first time, to gaze at him in all his splendor! Her cheeks tinged red with blush, for this was the first time, for her, of ever seeing a man naked and how glorious was he! Pale as the very moonlight itself, dark eyes that seemed to penetrate her to her very core and a body that was fashioned by the Greek Gods themselves. When he came back to her, and covered her with his body, she wrapped one arm around his waist, the other she cupped his face as she leaned up to kiss him. Losing herself in the moment, she nearly cried out as he rammed hard into her and pain sliced through her. That DID hurt, as he broke her barrier that kept her pure and made her his entirely. Surely he would feel that. He allowed her a moment to get used to him before he began to move. Smooth, slow strokes that had the pain recede and the pleasure take over once more. She knew there would be another time, for when they could take their time, be slow and gentle, but not now. She could feel his drive, to pleasure her, to love her, but to hurry also, for the sun was soon in rising. She learned the pace he set and moved with him, allowing her fingers to trail and tangle in his hair as she held him close to her. Feeling his strong body against hers made her tingle inside, made her hips arch harder against him, ecstasy flooded her till her very toes curled and when she felt him find his release, she too went from the sheer force of it all! She was sure she had found Heaven in his embrace!
Gasping softly, she returned his kiss lovingly, trembling in joy and bliss as he held her still, rested against her and inside her. She was a woman now, His woman and always would be. "Te iubesc Vladimir. Mereu si intotdeauna." (I Love you,Vladmir. Always and forever.)
This was the first time she had said his full name, and it rang with the accent of the one she was before. She remembered now. Remembered everything and she would never forget again.