Hey. So this is my first time posting on Fan Fiction. I needed an outlet for writing so i decided to give it a try. This is a story i was working on a while back and i haven't really gotten written too much of it. Suggestions are great and I would like to hear what people have to say about this story. It is just for fun. This is rated MA according to the guidelines that was in the PUBLISH section. Just to be safe. This has ADULT CONTENT therefore if you are under aged then look elsewhere.
This first chapter contains rape (I'm actually not sure what to call it. It's more along the lines of being molested than raped...) So I'm just warning you. If you don't like it, don't read it please.
Right. So this is a newer author's note than the one above. I was just reading some really nasty copyrighting stories that came from one of the authors of one of the stories that I like. But thanks to some BITCH she has to take it down cuz this other girl stole it and posted it on another site. Not only that, but the same evil girl has stolen the works of OTHER AUTHORS. So if anyone would like to know...
THIS HAS BEEN COPYWRITTEN! IT'S MINE SO FIND YOUR OWN INSPIRATION!
That should be pretty clear.
I sat at home reading. It was early July and the night was warm and muggy. But I had the air conditioner cranking. There was no way I was going to listen to my Dad's recommendation and keep the temperature at 75 degrees. Ha, he was delusional. He wanted to save money; I wanted to not die of heatstroke. He and his wife were off to Fiji for a second honeymoon they had decided to take. They had told me not to call them under any circumstances. Even emergencies. For those I was apparently supposed to call the police or a neighbor or a friend for help...just not them.
I heard a sigh come from the couch next to me. I looked down at Shane. He was our big German shepherd guard dog. And he was the sweetest thing in the whole world. Or at least, he was if you weren't a cause for him to start to do his actual job. I was actually not following another of my dad's rules. Shane was NOT supposed to be on the couch. My dad's reasoning for this was that he was only in the house to be a guard dog and that if he stopped doing his job he would be out the second he did. But that wasn't true. I wasn't the only one who spoiled the big canine with table scraps or allowing him where he wasn't supposed to go. At one time or another both my stepmother and Dad had been seen 'dropping' a piece of bacon or steak on the ground and not being fast enough to pick it up before Shane snapped it up.
His big furry body was taking up more of the couch than I would have liked, but I really didn't mind. I looked away from my book for a moment to rub his ears. His big head lifted and lolled over to look at me with one brown eye.
"Hey, boy. Are you sleepy? Yes you are. Yes you are." I gushed at him rubbing his velvety ears. He rolled his eyes and flopped his head back onto the couch with a huff. I shook my head and turned back to my book only to put it down a minute later.
I just couldn't keep reading. As much as I loved to lie on the couch with Shane, I was not planning on sleeping here. My eyelids were weighting themselves and I willed my legs to move as I pushed myself off the couch. The moment I did, Shane was right up and his paws lightly hit the floor before my butt had fully left the couch. He shook himself out as I finally made it to my feet and stretched.
There was a sudden noise from the back door and both of us froze. We both waited a moment when the noise happened again. My heart kicked into overdrive as I realized that it sounded like someone was testing the lock on the back door. I turned to tell Shane to go that direction to see what it was but when I looked for him, he wasn't there. He was already turning the corner into the hall that led to the kitchen where the back door was. I felt some relief that even if it was someone, Shane was my protection.
I waited for him to come trotting back around the corner; the sign that there was nothing there and I could proceed to bed. But instead of the silence that I was expecting and hoping for, a loud growling bark split the silence like a knife and I nearly jumped out of my skin. That was Shane's attack-bark. I could tell the difference between his warning bark and his attack bark.
He stopped barking and instead a low growl rumbled from around the corner.
"Shane?" I called out tentatively. I slowly made m- way down the darkened hallway. My heart was in my throat and I couldn't swallow.
When I reached the kitchen doorway, I froze and listened to Shane's deep warning growl. But I heard a distinctive 'Chich' as someone turned the doorknob and a low creak as the door opened. My heart stopped and I froze where I was, waiting for the sound of Shane attacking the intruder. I waited and waited. The lock clicked again as it closed. Two minutes passed and they felt like two hours to me. WHAT THE HELL HAD HAPPENED TO SHANE? I heard footsteps and the sound of Shane's claws...then...nothing.
Then I heard something new. A low voice was murmuring. I worked up my courage and peeked around the corner. In front of the back door there was a tall figure. I couldn't tell what the person was wearing but it was a male and I could see him outlined in the shaft of moonlight that came in through the sliding backdoor. He was silhouetted in silver from the light. His hair was a darker color, but it was of medium length and the edges shone silver.
Then I saw Shane. He was sitting looking up at the intruder like he was listening. And the intruder looked like he was...murmuring to Shane. I tried to catch a word and by doing that I leaned forward a little. I caught a few words.
"...mate...no one will be harmed...I only-" He paused and seemed to be listening as Shane gave a quiet bark and a growl that went up and down in pitch as if he was actually responding. The stranger nodded then and began to speak again. I leaned forward more to hear what he said. "I understand, I promise that I won't. On my honor." What the hell? His honor? That sounded strangely...old fashioned. Hadn't the honor system gone out of style?
What the fresh fuck was this? The intruder breaks into my house to talk to my dog at two at two in the morning? About honor of all things? I stood there for a moment longer with my head sticking slightly out from behind the doorway to the kitchen. I reached up to rub my nose and Shane's head whipped to the side to look at me. OH SHIT. He gave a low bark to acknowledge me.
I couldn't move. The stranger leaned back and looked out the window. I heard a low chuckle stir the still air of the room. His voice slid around me like a caress and I shivered. His velvety voice made me want to never move from the spot and stand there forever and let his voice slide around me like warm water.
Everything seemed to slow down as he slowly turned. His hands were in the pockets of a long black coat. He looked rather relaxed in relation to how I felt with my heart about to literally jump out of my throat. His eyes glowed and from what I could see - there was a dense black shadow cast on his face from being silhouetted in the moonlight - he was handsome and pale. He looked like he could be about 20 or even 19. If he had been walking down the street, I would have said he was hot.
His eyes literally glowed as they finally fell on me. They were piercing and unavoidable. If he were looking at you from the other side of the room it would still be hard to miss them from even that distance. One was a piercing, icy green and the other was a deep amber color. The contrast was striking and heart stopping. It was almost as if they were looking right through me.
I was locked in place and I didn't move as his eyes ran over me in a way that made me want to run and hide in my closet. I couldn't understand why, though. I had just turned 16 and I was used to men looking at my body. I wasn't particularly pretty, but people told me I had a good figure. But he looked at me like I was something delicious that had just been placed in front of him on a silver platter. Like I was something to eat.
I shivered and I saw his eyes brighten in amusement. He smiled and I caught a flash of bright teeth. Adrenaline pumped through my body and the hairs on the back of my neck were standing up. He chuckled again and it caressed my skin like I was naked, a feeling that I didn't hate but I didn't want to feel.
No, this wasn't right.
I whipped around and ran back down the dark hallway as fast as I could. His laughter followed me and made my bones shiver with fear and...something else that I was never going to admit to. I grabbed the cordless phone at the foot of the stairs as I whipped around the banister and moved as fast as I possibly could. I raced into my room and flopped down on my stomach to squeeze under my bed. The closet was too obvious. I hit the on button on the phone and listened for the dial tone.
Nothing. There was just silence. How did that even work? The phone was cordless! If you cut the cord on it, it made no difference!
Frustrated and beginning to panic I put the phone down next to me and tried to calm down enough to think rationally. I looked out of the narrow space between the bed and the floor. I spotted my cell phone a few feet away from the edge. But I heard movement coming from down the hall where the steps were. My chest hurt as another shot of adrenaline was forced through my veins. It was now or never!
I scooted close to the edge and snatched my phone off the floor and pulled it under the bed, right as black boots appeared in the doorway in my peripheral vision. I froze with my finger on the 9. The boots didn't move from where they stood. Carefully watching them and not looking at my phone, I put pressure on the button my finger was on. Still no movement. I glanced at my phone for a moment and pressed the 1 twice. When I looked up, the boots were at the foot of my bed...right in front of my face. I hadn't even heard anything! Panicking, I hit SEND right as a hand appeared at the edge of the bed near the boots and lifted.
I looked up into green and amber eyes with my heart in my throat. His eyes examined me for a moment. Then he gave a small grin and shook his head. I had been right. He was very, VERY handsome. Then he spoke.
"We can't have you doing that now can we?" His voice floated around me again and threatened to make me drop my phone.
While I was stunned, he lithely reached down and plucked my phone out of my hand. I could hear a tiny voice coming from the phone but it ceased when his fingers crushed the whole phone like a gram cracker. Electronic pieces rained down onto my floor with a soft tinkle. He looked down at me again as he flicked his fingers and let the rest of my phone drop to the wood floor as a jumble of crushed circuit boards and wires. I watched as they bounced once or twice as the 'pinged and 'tinkled on the wood before settling.
I stared at my last ruined chance to save myself, willing it to suddenly put itself back together and jump into my hand with 911 on the line.
"It's not going to put itself back together." I almost felt his voice rather than heard it. Floating through the air like something tangible. I glared up at him, determined not to show my fear at all. "Come on out," he said pleasantly. "I won't bite...YET." His grin grew into a fully fledged smirk and I saw something off about his teeth, but I couldn't see from the angle I was at. But I still didn't move at his oh-so-friendly suggestion. He spoke as if he HADN'T just broken into my house and crushed my phone as I tried to call the Police.
Hell, I wasn't going to move! I scooted further under the bed where the space became smaller because of the angle the bed was at. He had to be delusional if he thought I was coming any closer to him. Why couldn't he just rob me and get on with it? Besides, weren't thieves usually afraid when someone found out they were stealing? I tried to ignore the little voice in my mind that whispered that he wasn't a thief.
He sighed as if he were resigned. "Come now, don't be like that, love. You can come out...or I can come and get you. This can be easy or difficult." His eyes gleamed with the threat and I shivered. I weighed the options. But his patience was short. "You REALLY don't want me to have to come down there and get you, Miss Natasha."
He knew my name. For some reason that sent a warm wave of new fear through me. I shivered visibly and forced it down. Working to keep the terror out of my voice, I began to speak to him.
"How do you know my name?" My voice was a little more than a hiss but at least it didn't shake.
He grinned and again I saw something off about his teeth. "Come out from under there and I'll tell you. I'm actually a little surprised that you don't know," he thoughtfully tacked onto the end.
I had no flipping clue what he was talking about. But I decided to move. I slowly crawled to the side towards the bed stand at the edge of the bed. I didn't move any closer to him and my eyes never left his mismatched ones. But while mine were fearful and wary, his gleamed like jewels in their amusement.
As I scootched slowly towards the edge of the bed, my mind was working furiously. There was an old knitting needle on the desk next to my bed stand. If I could edge over to it, I could grab it and stab him. But the thought of that disgusted me more than anything else. I'm not really squeamish about blood, but the thought of me sticking the sharp metal of the needle into his stomach or even his arm made my stomach flip. Even if he was a robber.
I began to move even slower as I tried to think even harder for something I could use for defense. There was the lamp on my bedside table...but I could see the cord not unplugging as I tried to hit him over the head with it. So what about the hard backed Great Expectations that Dad had given me? Could I chuck it at his head and sprint by him while he was distracted? I had to hope that I could and that he didn't have a gun, because I had finally cleared the bed. I scrambled to my feet as fast as I could.
He gently set the bed down without making a sound. He turned back to me and ran his eyes over me. I shivered and wished I wasn't wearing the nightgown that my Step-mother had given me. It wasn't a scandalous outfit, on the contrary. It was cute. It was made of light blue cotton that came to a little higher than mid thigh and it showed off a little more of my dark brown legs than I would have liked. Black lace ran around the rather low-cut neckline and around the bottom edge.
But with the way that he looked at me, the whole thing could have been made of sheer lace. I shivered. His eyes made me squirm and I wished he would look anywhere else.
His mismatched eyes met my fearful ones for a moment and I heard his low chuckle vibrate my bones, and my mind turned, unbidden, to the scent of strawberries and wine, Chocolate and a scent so masculine, so obviously male, that it made my skin crawl. I shivered and I felt warmth between my legs.
No! I couldn't think about things like that. I had Marcus. He was the one that was the one that would take my virginity. It was just wrong in my mind to think of those things about anyone else! Sure Mismatched eyes was a on a higher dimension of sexy than Marcus would ever reach. But his personality was probably a whole lot worse if I had anything to go off of so far.
But he still stood there, his eyes still examining me, but instead of staring at my body, he was looking into my eyes. His eyes were amused and he smirked.
"Nervous, Love?"
"No," I said, biting off the word like it offended me.
He chuckled. "Really? Your heartbeat says otherwise. And the adrenaline spiking your blood smells absolutely...mouthwatering." His eyes reflected blood red like an animal's as he took a step forward into the moonlight. His smile was predatory and his eyes had an inhuman hunger in them. I took a step back involuntarily, my heart sent into overdrive from the adrenaline he spoke of. His eyes returned to their normal mismatched look once he moved out of the moonlight.
He smiled. His teeth caught the moonlight and I saw what made his teeth look distorted earlier. He had fangs. They weren't hanging over his lips like the way Hollywood had a tendency of portraying them. Nor were the points tapered or rounded in anyway. They were as sharp as needles and blindingly white.
He saw me focus on his teeth and his eyes shone with a savage kind of glee.
"Don't tell me no one's ever told you that you smell good enough to eat, Love." He cocked his head and he stopped smiling as his eyes began their trip over my body again. I wanted him to stop calling me that.
Okay, the opportune moment had arrived. Or maybe it hadn't, but either way, I was starting to hyperventilate and I felt like I was going to pass out. I turned to grab the book off my desk. I whirled around and hurled it in the direction that I hoped his head was. I didn't look to see if I hit my target. I sprinted by him, hideously afraid as I passed within 6 inches of him to get to my door. I prayed with every fiber in my body that I had hit him in the face with the book.
I had managed to get about three steps before an arm wrapped itself around my waist. Fear plunged ice into every fiber of my body and I kicked and squirmed with all my strength. A sharp curse escaped my throat as I tried to kick and scratch my way out of his grasp. I plunged my nails into the skin of his arm and pulled. But his arm didn't move. I looked down. There wasn't a mark on his skin. Forgetting my earlier squeamishness, I used all my strength to try and mar his perfectly pale skin which was so bright in comparison to mine. But nothing I could do would break his skin. It bent like normal skin and gave at my touch, but I couldn't break it not matter what I did. My nails weren't short and I scratched people by accident sometimes, but his skin wouldn't scratch or bruise!
He was not human.
Panic overwhelmed me and I just began to kick wildly. I was able to get about two good screams in before my voice broke and my throat was too dry to make any sound. I was terrified of him and at the same time, just the fact that his body was pressed against my back made me shiver with unwanted lust.
Very suddenly, my hands were held in one of his and I felt his lips at my ear.
"Clever, Love," he breathed, his voice tickling my ear. "But not quite good enough to stop me." His tongue ran up the side of my cheek and I shivered when the wet trail grew cold. "Delicious," he breathed, drawing out the word luxuriously.
His tongue had been cool. I realized then that he gave off no body heat. His hand that held mine was cool. Not cold per say, but there was definitely no real heat coming from him.
"W-Who are you? What-ahhhhh..." My voice was breathy and I gasped when his teeth tugged on my ear lobe.
"Who, me?" His voice was heavy with amusement and seductiveness. It made me shiver, and I hated that he affected me like this. He continued. "I am called Dalca," he said with a subtle accent that I had somehow missed. It was European but I couldn't tell which country. "Am I am pretty sure you have figured out what I am." He trailed his lips down my throat and I could feel the points of his fangs dragging along my skin. Warmth blossomed between my legs, despite my chanting Marcus' name in my head and trying to conjure up pictures of his face.
Suddenly, I was lying on my back on the bed...with no idea how I got there. I could no longer see Dalca, but I could feel that my hands were not released and were being pulled above my head. A second later my feet were pulled to opposite corners and I couldn't move them. I lay there eagle spread, feeling the adrenaline pumping through my system and fearing what was to come.
Then his mismatched eyes were in front of mine again. I could feel the depressions on the mattress from where his hands pressed into the bed next to my chest on either side. He stared into my eyes with an intensity that scared me.
Marcus, Marcus, Marcus...I chanted to myself.
Dalca pursed his lips and blew into my face. His cool breath was an intensified version of the masculine scent that I thought I had smelled earlier. My body shuddered in anticipation as my skin crawled and my mouth went dry. My body went cold then my skin felt too hot and I felt most of the warmth pool between my legs. I felt my panties grow damp. My eyes unfocused and the only thing I could see clearly were his glowing green and amber eyes.
I lost the ability to summon the image of Marcus in my mind's eye. M-Marcus, Marcus, Marcus...all I had left was to chant. I realized that I couldn't fight him and had stopped doing so when that delicious smell assaulted me. My body just wouldn't listen to me anymore; I was helpless.
I could vaguely see him above me, and he was looking down at me and I saw his teeth flash in a grin before his lips stole mine and drove all thoughts of Marcus out of my head. Dalca didn't wait for permission like Marcus did and drove his tongue into my mouth. I couldn't control my own body anymore and I kissed him back with abandon, pushing my tongue against his.
He kissed like an expert and the taste drove me insane. It was a mix of the same scent from earlier with something that made my whole mouth tingle. Marcus' kisses had never done that before. My breath came hard and fast and I couldn't seem to get enough of the drug that was him. I felt his lips smile against mine. Like he knew what he was doing to me.
Dalca pulled away and I heard a chuckle from him when a low whine escaped my throat. Wait...WHAT?
NO! I was NOT going to have sex with him. Or do anything else of that nature! I didn't know him and I had pledged my virginity to someone who loved me. There was no way. But it was definitely headed that direction and I wanted it to stop. He could do whatever he came here to do and rob us or whatever, he couldn't have my virginity.
"No," I said strongly, making sure that there was no waver in my voice. I was still breathless and my heart was still trying to leap out of my chest, but I had managed to get control of my body again.
I looked into his mismatched eyes and I focused mine so I could see his face clearly again.
"I don't want this, please," I pleaded with him, hating that I had to beg but realizing it was my last resort. "Look, just...do what you came here to do and take what you want. I won't call the police or anything just...please. Don't do this." I pleaded with my eyes, hoping that whatever shred of humanity that was left in him would rise to the surface and tell him that this was wrong.
A low, animal growl vibrated the air and I saw his eyes focus on my neck. His tongue ran over his fangs and his eyes grew vacant with hunger. His head tilted slightly and I saw his eyes turn red as he leaned towards my throat.
Oh right, I realized. I had somehow managed to push the fact that he was a vampire to the back of my mind.
His nose and lips pressed to my skin as they ran up and down the column of my throat. "You seem to think that I'm human and will let you go if you plead enough."His voice vibrated my throat with a growl. I felt his tongue slip from between his lips to taste my skin and a shudder made its way down my spine. He leaned back so I could see his now blood-red eyes glint with amusement as his lips turned up in a smirk. "You also seem to be under the impression that I am going to rape you." He chuckled.
I glared at him warily. "A-aren't you?" I said as I tried to keep a cool head. It wasn't working. I was terrified and aroused at the same time, but I only wanted to feel the terror. I hated that I was so attracted to him even though I wanted only Marcus to affect me like this. But I felt like I had betrayed him just because Dalca's spicy taste was still on my tongue and I liked it.
He grinned and his fangs flashed. "Love, when you finally come to bed with me, I promise you, you will be completely willing." His confident tone enraged me.
I glared at him with hard eyes, my earlier fear momentarily swallowed by anger. "You seem to think that we will meet again after this," I said stiffly.
"You seem to think you wouldn't enjoy it," he countered with a purr, his eyes filled with dark amusement at my outburst.
"I would NOT. I can't enjoy anything with you, pedophile," I spat at his face, wishing with all my heart that it was true and hating that it wasn't.
He threw his head back and laughed. It sent chills down my spine from fear. Dammit. He knew I was lying.
"Then why, may I ask, did you enjoy what I was doing to you a few moments ago?"
"I didn't," I lied again, hating that it was so obviously untrue. But there was no way I was going to admit that to him.
"Then why," he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply though his nose before reopening them in triumph, "can I smell the intoxicating scent of your arousal?"
SHIT. He could smell that?
I said nothing, I just glared at him wishing looks could kill.
"You can't even lie to me this time, Love," he leaned down so that his lips brushed mine as he spoke and my anger evaporated as I lost myself in the red of his eyes and his mouthwatering scent. "You are going to ENJOY what I am about to do to you, Love. I promise."
I felt a dribble of anger work its way back into my chest at his overconfident tone. "NO, I'm NOT," I said with a hell of a lot more strength than I had.
He raised his eyebrow and I realized that I had surprised him by breaking free of his spell. "You're very strong, Love, I'll give you that much. But...we'll see if you don't. I'll make you forget all about Marcus. Your virtue will remain in place, but you will not remain untouched." I realized that at some point I must have been muttering Marcus' name under my breath and he had heard. But his last words made me shiver in both fear and anticipation. He smirked when he felt my body tremble.
Again I succumbed to the wanton scent that clung to every part of him, so I wasn't prepared when his lips moved over mine and his tongue slid to the back of my throat. His taste overwhelmed me and my eyes lost focus.
God he tasted amazing. I loved that taste with every fiber of my body and not a thought in my mind argued this; it was a fact. It was as though it was made just to drive my senses haywire with feelings I had only had for one person. A poison created just for me, spreading through my veins and heating them like fire, making me want the person who was doing this to me so badly that I ached in my lower regions. I felt his lips curve on mine in a smirk again and I felt the faint taste of impending defeat. The delicious taste of defeat...
I restarted my struggle...not really sure what I was fighting for but knowing that someone else was supposed to make me feel this way...someone important. But it was as if he knew I was attempting to remember and began his assault in earnest.
I felt his hand slide down the side of my clothed body, his thumb brushing over my covered nipple before it moved further south. His cool fingers then began to travel back up my flat stomach pushing the thin cotton fabric with it. I shuddered again as I felt his skin touch mine in places that only one other had touched me in. But who else had touched me there? What was his name?
Marcus.
His lips broke from mine and I was able to whisper, "No! Please, wait!" But my vision wouldn't clear and I gasped when his hand gently cupped my left breast. My mouth couldn't seem to close as my breath came in huge, loud gasps of air.
He squeezed and his fingers rolled my hardened nipple in circles. He pulled and my teeth managed to crash down on my tongue in time to keep myself from moaning. I tasted blood and suddenly Dalca'slips were on mine again and he sucked on my tongue, a low moaning growl rumbling from his chest. He ground his hips into mine and I could feel a hard bulge pressing against my covered core. Unable to stop myself at the sudden spike of pleasure, I moaned into his mouth.
He released me suddenly and he stooped to my neck where the fabric from my gown was now bunched, exposing my chest. I raised my head to see what he was doing. I saw him sink his teeth into the fabric of the gown and with a feral growl, proceed to rip it to several pieces while his other hand continued to massage me. With a yank of his head, he pulled the gown out from under me where it slid off the edge of the bed to the floor.
Now the only thing that was covering me from his prying eyes as they slid over my exposed skin were my now very damp panties. But I had a feeling they would not remain in place very long.
With the embarrassment, I couldn't help but feel I felt my sense return. My vision cleared and I remembered Marcus' name and I felt ashamed that a total stranger was doing a better job of touching me than he ever had. I raised my head again, just as he switched hands to administer to the other side. He was staring down at my brown nipple with hungry eyes. He must have felt me looking at him though, because his red eyes flicked up to meet my fearful ones. He gave me a feral grin and-before I could protest-brought his mouth down over my nipple.
My sense was driven out again but my vision remained clear as my back arched up, pushing more of myself into his mouth. A tiny, breathless mewl made its way from my throat, but I had a feeling that it would have been bigger had I been able to get more air into my lungs.
His tongue took over where his fingers had been and he swirled my nipple with his tongue. I felt his fangs graze me and I shuddered. After that, he made sure to do it more often.
I felt his hand leave my other breast and trail down my skin to my panties.
I felt my sense return in a rush when I realized where he was headed. That was the only place that Marcus had never touched me because I had asked him not to. I began to pull against the bonds that he had tied me with. I wiggled, pulled and jerked to no avail. His knots held true and his fingers reached the lip of my undies and dipped below it.
My breath released in a huff when Dalca's fingers touched my clit. He released my breast from his mouth's ministrations and looked up to watch my face, his red eyes glowing with triumph and a smirk on his lips. His fingers rubbed the little bundle of nerves in a circle and I could see his eyes glow when a small moan left my lips.
"So you're not enjoying it, are you? But you feel so wet and slick down here. It seems to me that you LIKE this, Natasha."
I shook my head no. He rubbed harder and I closed my eyes in embarrassment as another moan escaped my lips.
"Moan for me again, Love. I want to hear the sweet sounds you make," he purred into my ear.
I made an effort to keep my mouth shut. I succeeded to a point. Small moans slipped through but that wasn't to his satisfaction. I opened my eyes, wanting to see his dissatisfied face.
He was smiling and shaking his head with something like admiration in his eyes.
"Though your body is saying yes, you've managed to hold onto your mind. A fighter to the end, Love...too bad I always get what I want. You'll moan my name soon, Natasha. I'll just have to resort to other...methods."
I shook my head vigorously. Anger bubbled up inside me. My mind was screaming 'NO!' but if I unclenched my jaw, I knew the first thing that came from my lips would be a moaned 'yes'.
Keeping his blood red eyes on me, Dalca began to trail down my body with his tongue. Watching my eyes widen as I saw where he was going. Though I knew it was a lost cause, I renewed my struggle, testing the bonds again. But his face reached my panties and he crouched there and drew his hand out slowly. He held his fingers up and I could see them glistening. He lifted his hand to his lips and luxuriously began to lick his fingers clean. His tongue slipped between them and the way he did it made it look incredibly obscene and erotic. My breath began to come a little faster from watching him.
When he finished, he bent down slowly and-still watching me-slid his fangs under the edge of my panties and ripped them off in one clean motion. He raised his head with my panties hanging from one side of his mouth, clenched in his teeth. There was a thin string of thick white juice that hung off the panties that dangled and broke. He grinned, looking like the cat that got the cream, and with one quick motion of his head, tossed my panties to the floor with my nightgown.
Before I knew what he was doing, he plunged his mouth into the steamy folds of my sex and sucked on my clit. I moaned so loudly that it echoed down the hall.
"Ohhhh, god..." I moaned as his tongue rolled my clit in his mouth and he sucked hard. He dipped a little lower and I felt his tongue slip inside of me. The next moan I gave was almost a scream.
"Jesus..." I whispered breathily.
I felt his tongue move back up to my clit and I whimpered at the empty feeling. I heard his laugh before something long and thin was suddenly thrust inside me. I moaned as it pulled out and was forced back up me. He did it again and again, harder and harder. My moans got louder and somehow more obscene. But I couldn't stop.
And I didn't want him to stop.
His lips were by my ear again and I could feel how slick they were from my body.
"Enjoying it now, Love?" I shook my head even as I moaned loudly again, trying to resist what I was feeling. "Hmmm...I wonder..." A SECOND FINGER was suddenly inserted up my narrow passage way and I screamed. I could feel my release coming soon. His thumb rubbed my clit and my back arched and my hips thrust up by themselves to feel more of his fingers.
"How about now, Love?" He slammed his fingers into me. "Do you feel it?" How could his voice be so calm when he was driving me insane?
I couldn't stop myself anymore. I was too close.
"Yeeeeeeeeeeeees! Oh God, YES!" I heard my voice screaming. I could hear his laugh and I couldn't deny that he had won the battle between the two of us. But he wasn't finished. He wanted to gloat over his victory.
"What's my name?" He asked. I could only moan.
He leaned over and kissed me and I could taste myself on his lips and tongue along with his taste. I lost myself again and my eyes rolled back in my head. I was on the edge. He stopped suddenly. I whimpered. My eyes snapped back to his and he smirked at the desperate look in them.
"Say my name," he commanded, and I could see the gloating amusement on his face.
"Dalca," I said breathily, and moaned as he restarted the thrusting harder than before.
"Say it again, louder."
"DALCA," I moaned, so close to the edge that my pride had evaporated. I was right there. So close...
"Tell me who's doing this to you. Tell me who your body belongs to. Tell me the only person you scream for." His breath was low and his eyes burned with triumph. "Every time you feel pleasure, who will you think of?"
"DALCAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" I screamed right as he sank his fangs into my throat and as I came around his fingers.
When he bit me, it sent me to a whole new level. My body bucked and shook and my hips shot up towards his fingers at the same time he buried them in me. I felt a little nudge as he touched my maidenhead, but he didn't break it. My body writhed under his and I could feel his lips curve on my throat, even as his fangs were buried in me. I convulsed around his fingers and he separated them and let them snap back together inside me quickly, again and again. I screamed again as I came once more before the spasms of the first had finished and I passed out with his fingers still inside me.
When I opened my eyes I was untied and I saw a shadow near the window. I turned my head but I moved too quickly and my head spun. When my vision cleared I saw Dalca, crouching on the windowsill silhouetted in moonlight like the first time I saw him. He turned and looked over his shoulder at me, his black coat floating in the wind from the open window, and I saw his icy green and molten amber eyes pass over me appreciatively, before he grinned. A smear of blood -my blood- lingered by the corner of his mouth.
His dark hair fluttered in the wind as he spoke to me with a leer.
"Until next time, Love," he purred and launched himself into the night.
I lay there staring for a long time, too drained to move. But when I finally heaved myself up, my head spun and my arms threatened not to hold my weight. Between my outstretched legs, there was a small puddle of white liquid and my sex was soaked in it. Pleasant aftershocks ran through my lower body as I thought about what had happened. A hand reached to rub my sore neck and I came away with blood. I stumbled to the bathroom to look in the mirror, but it was hard. My head spun and I almost passed out twice, as my knees wobbled but I finally made it there. Shane padded into the bathroom after me making me jump.
I rubbed his head as I turned to look in the mirror. The area around my left nipple was red and had tiny scratches on it from where his fangs had scraped me. But there two deep, circular wounds in the side of my neck, about an inch apart. I touched them and a shiver of pleasure floated through my body. I realized that this was his way of marking me. Marcus was going to wonder what the hell had bitten me.
MARCUS!
I felt a deep sense of dismay. He had done what he said he would do. He made me forget Marcus ever existed when he was with me. Not the entire time, but he did succeed. So why had I enjoyed it? Rape was supposed to not feel good. I had read it as a fact somewhere….but what he had done to me was not unpleasant…..
Something dripped down my leg and I saw a dribble of white dripping down my leg, I looked in the mirror again with a sigh. There was no doubt in my mind. Dalca was definitely going to be back. But...would I push him away? Would my body let me? Or would he play my body like an instrument and control me again?
I shook my head.
The first thing I was doing in the morning was calling Josie. Even if she didn't believe me-and I knew she would-I had to tell someone about this. And she could help me figure out what to do about these damn marks that Dalca left in plain sight in the middle of my neck.
First section here! I wanna know what people think so R & R please! (oh how I've wanted to say that!)
