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Sookie

Eric left a fiery trail on her skin as his hands tried to reach every part of her, his lips still demanding attention from hers. He kicked the door closed behind him and pulled her even closer to his firm body. She sighed at the contact, but it was not enough. She was consumed by him, but she wanted more, always she wanted more. The ache between her legs was already growing, just from his kiss and his hands on her body. She was already dripping from anticipation and she was sure he would smell her arousal. She could tell from his low growl that this was true. His own erection was stretching his pants, begging to be released. She reached between him and undid his zipper, her hand moving in to grasp his cock. It was so big, and she needed it in her. She needed him to stretch her, to make her feel like only he could. He growled at the contact and she licked her lips in anticipation.

Before she knew it, he had her pressed firmly against the nearest wall and his lips left hers to trail down to her neck, his protruded fangs grazing her skin. She moaned when he found that sweet spot and sucked on it deeply, still not breaking skin. One of his hands moved to her front, and he detached himself enough to undo her robe, letting it fall open and reveal her bra and panties. With another growl, he moved even further down, leaving a trail of kisses that burned her skin. She leaned her head back against the wall and moaned when he took her nipple between his teeth through her bra and tugged. His hand, which had been resting on her stomach moved down to her dripping core and lightly teased her through her panties, lazily circling around her swollen nub. She tried to move her hips so he would touch her where she so desperately needed, but he just smirked up at her as he moved his mouth down further.

He was on his knees now. He smirked up at her, his finger still dangerously close but not just there yet. He was teasing her, that asshole! Like she needed to be teased anymore. They both knew she was more than ready for him already.

"Please," she moaned. She knew he needed to hear her beg, to know that it was he that brought her to this, that it was only he who could quell the ache between her legs.

"Please what, lover," he leaned forward to kiss her pelvis. He started showering light kisses along her inner thigh. So close to where she needed him, so close. "What would you like me to do?"

She sighed in frustration. "You know!"

"Say it," his fangs grazed her skin and she shuddered.

"Fuck me with your tongue, damn it!" she cried. Finally having gotten what he wanted, he wasted no time to give her exactly what she wanted. His thumb brushed her clit as he tongue pushed in deep into her dripping hot core. She moaned loudly, her hands grabbing his hair, trying to push him in deeper.

He fucked her with his tongue, in and out, in and out. All the while, his thumb was lightly playing with her nub. He switched then, his fingers pushing in deep. With every thrust, she felt his fingers curl and touch that sweet spot. She cried out when she felt his cool tongue on her clit. "Oh God," she moaned, pulling his hair as she threw her head back. She was so close now, standing right at the edge. But he was skillfully keeping her there, his thrusting fingers slowing every time she thought she would finally go over.

"Not quite," he murmured against her skin before he continued what he was doing. He started licking her faster, faster than was humanely possible. The new sensation made her cry out loudly and she came. He lapped at her juices, his tongue doing devilish things to her nub as she rode her high.

When she finally came down, he swiftly stood back up and pressed his lips against her. She trailed her tongue across his bottom lip, tasting herself on him. He quickly took control again, his tongue thrusting into her mouth, demanding every part of her attention. She felt the head of his cock tease her entrance. He pushed the head in ever so slightly and the pulled out, moving the tip of his cock to tease her clit. "Eric, please," she begged, pulling away for a second. She needed him, she needed all of him. She couldn't take anymore of his teasing.

He kissed her again and aligned himself with her dripping core. In one swift movement, he was inside her. She threw her head back in pleasure, feeling him fill her so completely. It was so amazing, like she would explode any second. Only he made her feel like this, only he could. She could feel every ridge of his penis, every inch of it. It was stretching her to her limits and beyond. And it was so fucking good. And he hadn't even moved yet.

He pulled away to watch her expression, to know only he could do this to her. She thrust her hips against him to make him move. He quickly got her point. He pulled out almost all the way so only the head of his glorious cock was left in her and slammed in again. She moaned, closing her eyes and grabbing his silky blonde hair, trying to pull him even closer to her. He lifted her hips a bit and kept slamming into her. She knew she would have bruises from his tight grip on her hips and the wall against her back but she didn't care, she just wanted more. His thrusts were slow but thorough, hitting that sweet spot every time. And as always, it was still not enough.

"Fuck, Eric, please faster," she begged, pulling on his hair. The fire was spreading through her. She was getting so close, but his agonizing pace kept her just at the edge.

"Look at me, love," he growled. "Watch me. Watch me and see who is the only one who can make you feel like this."

She opened her eyes and saw his blue pools staring intently at her. She knew what he wanted, what he needed. She bared her neck to him, wanting to feel him everywhere. She wanted him in every part of her. He growled and circled his hips, making them both cry out at the new feeling. "Tell me you're mine," he growled, picking up his pace for a few strokes. It felt so good. She could feel every stroke, every ridge, every piece of him.

And she knew right then what she wanted. She wanted to be his. She wanted to feel this complete, this whole. She wanted to be her own person except for this, when she lost all control to him. She wanted him, every part of him. She took his hand in hers from her hip and brought it up to her mouth. She bit into his wrist as hard as she could, feeling herself grow hotter at the primal growl that left his lips. She finally broke skin and drank deeply from the wound. He moaned and sped up the thrusting of his hips. His pelvis was slamming into her, rubbing her clit and she had to force herself not to moan at the new contact. With every stroke, he moved faster, harder, and she drank more deeply. She titled her head and exposed her neck to him. Realization widened his eyes as he bent forward, his hips still pounding mercilessly into her, and licked her neck. With a kiss, he bit into her.

She moaned against his wrist, though she did not release it from her mouth. She exploded the moment her blood touched his. Her orgasm was so intense, so blinding, she leaned her head on his shoulder, trying not to black out. He growled a moment later, spurting his own release deep into her. He stilled, releasing her skin and resting his own head on her shoulder as well. He was still inside her, holding them both as they rode out their orgasmic high. Never before had she felt that, so complete so whole, so lost. She knew it was the bond increasing their pleasure, but she didn't care. She knew only Eric could have made her feel like that. That had been perfect, it had been right.

He lifted her off the wall and sped up to her room, placing her on her bed. In another swift moment, he was next to her, pressed against her back, and the blanket covered them both. He pulled her flush against him and kissed her deeply, his lips demanding, controlling, claiming.

She felt something growing in her, and she realized slowly that the feeling was not her own. He was happy, elated actually. She gasped and pulled away from him. "I felt you," she said excitedly. "I felt you just now!"

He smiled and kissed her lightly. "I know," he said as he flipped her onto her back and began his explorations of her body.


Pam

She had been feeding on a pretty blonde when she felt it. The blood bag whimpered in protest when Pam released her for a moment. Eric had exchanged blood with Sookie again. She felt his happiness through their bond, his contentment, his completeness. And she felt his hunger. Pam felt the heat gather between her legs quickly as she felt her maker's release so close. Come with me, my child, he called gently through the bond, whispering the words in her head. She knew what he was doing. He was reassuring her of her place in his life while bonding to another.

She growled and looked at the girl still pressed against her. Without another thought, she pushed the blonde down and between her legs. "Make me come, now." The girl immediately nodded and began licking Pam's pussy, her tongue darting in and out of her hot core. Pam moaned, and watched the girl, holding her hair back to see her tongue playing with her swollen nub. Damn, it was good to be a vampire.

She felt Eric on the edge and growled. The girl was not going fast enough. She inserted her fingers into herself and began pumping them at vampire speed while using her other hand to keep the girl licking her clit. She cried out when her orgasm shook her, and felt Eric release his own. She brought the girl up and bit into her neck again, drinking deeply as the girl moaned, before throwing her onto Eric's couch, and spreading her legs. Pam pushed one finger in the whimpering girl's wet pussy and brought it to her mouth. Mmmm, so good. She smirked at the girl as she leaned forward and took her clit into her mouth, her fangs brushing the girl's skin. Pam was still relishing in her own orgasm, and she just oh so loved returning the favor.


Eric

After bringing them both to satisfaction again, Eric pulled Sookie into his arms. She was resting her head on his chest and drawing light circles across his chest. He smiled when he had felt Pam come again. He had known she would feel his exchange with Sookie and he also knew he had to quench her jealousy before it got the best of all of them. He had called out to her through their bond to share this with him, and he had immediately known it was the right thing to do. She knew now that she would always be part of him, and quite frankly, she definitely needed to release some of that tension more often these days.

"Eric," Sookie looked up at him.

"Yes, lover?" he felt so at peace here, something that was so short lived, as he learned in his thousand years. He felt her nervousness through the bond and relished in the fact that he could feel her so deeply, that she could feel him. He was a part of her now, stronger than before, and he loved it. He had never thought that possible, that he would be bonded to human. But Sookie was more. Sookie was the sun for him, she was freedom, she was salvation.

"What did you mean when you said the eve of battle?" she asked quietly.

He tightened for a moment, holding her closer. He had put aside his thoughts of the impending war while he was here with her. He wanted those few moments of peace, of contentment. But he knew he would not be able to keep her in the dark.

"A vampire came today," he said slowly, looking down to watch her expressions. Though he could feel her anxiety at this news, he loved watched her face. He had grown so accustomed to trying to figure out her mind. "He brought news of dissension in the East."

"Against the Authority?" her eyes widened in horror. "They want you to fight, don't they?"

"Yes," he said quietly.

"When?"

"Once he relays the message to the revolution leaders, I suppose," he shrugged slightly. "Then we will formulate a plan and strike."

"Nefertari too?" she asked.

He raised an eyebrow. Was that uneasiness he sensed in her tone? That was definitely the feeling she was giving off. That was peculiar. He wondered what exactly Nefertari had told Sookie today. "Yes, lover, Nefertari too. They want us to lead them."

"You and Nefertari?" she raised an eyebrow. He nodded and smirked as she let out a snort. "Bet Bill loved that." Her expression grew clouded for a moment as he felt guilt wash over her. He growled too softly for her to hear before she said her next words. She sat up quickly. "Bill! Oh God, he's going to be so upset."

He sat up as well and kissed her shoulder. "Do not worry, lover. Bill will understand." He had unintentional venom in his tone. He loathed any mention of that fucking Bill Compton sullying his Sookie. He was surprised at how hurt he felt at her guilt. Why should she care how Bill Compton felt of their union? She loved him. She had given herself to him. She was his.

She looked back at him, her expression softening. "Eric you know I love you. Please don't be angry. I'm sorry I hurt you," she said quietly. He had forgotten for a moment that she would feel his pain. He blocked himself off her from, only letting her feel his cool composure. She would be too overwhelmed to handle both their emotions. "I know I said I loved you both, and I do. I love you, and I'll always love him." He opened his mouth, but she covered it with her hand. "Let me finish please?" He kissed her palm in response and she smiled slightly. "I do love him, but that doesn't mean I regret this, or want to get back with him. I can't be with two men at once, and right now, buddy, that's all you. I love him, but I'm not in love with him, not like I am with you. Still, I care about him a lot. He was my first. I'll always care about him. And I don't want to hurt him."

"Even after all he has hurt you?"

"So have you," her response was simple. He winced at that, though she was not intentionally trying to hurt him. She was just stating a fact. He had been cruel to her, to her friends, to her family. And he would spend forever trying to make it up to her.

"Sookie, I feel the deepest regret for hurting you," he said quietly.

"I know," she leaned forward and kissed him lightly. "And so does he. We've all made mistakes."

He was quiet for a moment. "You think this is a mistake?"

"How can you say that?" she demanded heatedly. "After everything, after tonight? You really think I would have done the blood exchange thing if I thought this was a mistake?" He waited silently for her to continue. "All I'm saying is that I think I should tell him first, before he sees it himself or hears about it from somewhere else."

"Sookie, you had his blood," Eric reminded her, though it was not something he liked to be reminded of. That anyone, especially Bill Compton, had tasted his sweet delectable Sookie made him want to kill them all. "He knows."

She gasped. "You really think he felt – that."

He nodded. "If he didn't feel and hear that delightful sound you make when you come," he grasped her breast, smirking, "he most definitely felt his blood being erased from your system?"

"What do you mean?" she asked in confusion.

"The second bond, lover," he explained. "My blood will have erased his. No doubt he will be here pounding down the door soon enough because he can no longer feel you."

She was quiet, and he knew she wasn't sure how she felt about that. He wanted to distract her, but he wanted her to come to terms with this first. She was his, and only his. No longer would Bill's blood ever dilute hers again. She just stared at him as he played with her nipple, twisting it between his thumb and finger. He wanted to remind her just who was in her bed, and the feelings only he could give her.

When she spoke again, she surprised him. "Nefertari came to see me today. She came during the day."

"Yes, I figured when I smelled you on her when I woke up," he said slowly. He was grateful for the topic change from Compton. Frankly, in his opinion, the incompetent fool got too attention as it was.

"How come she can walk in the sun?" Sookie asked.

"No one is really sure," he said. "It was magic, and it happened early in her undead life. It is not a secret she shares so willingly. Did you have a nice talk?"

"She talked to me about Godric," Sookie said slowly, her eyes boring into his own.

He forced himself not to look away. She had given herself to him so fully, the least he could so was try to do the same. Talking about Godric was not easy for him. He had loved Godric more than life itself. He would have willingly died for his maker, and would have met the sun had Godric not commanded him to leave the roof that day in Dallas. Godric had been everything to him. He had made him what he was today. He had guided him, had given him life, meaning. "What did she tell you?" he asked quietly.

"She told him about how she turned him."

"Did you find it entertaining?"

"It was beautiful," she said. "I tried to imagine Godric has a human, but even if he was the most humane vampire I've ever met, I still couldn't see it. We're too fragile for him to have been one of us."

Eric laughed. And she had only seen him at the end, when his humanity had come back with a vengeance. In the early days of Eric's life, he knew Godric solely as the most powerful vampire he had ever met, short of Nefertari. Though he was always a bit more human than the rest of them, he was relentless. He was eager, strong, brave, at times merciful, at other times merciless, cold, warm, patient, impatient. He was a contradiction unto himself, depending on his mood. But he would never have been described as fragile, not even as he met the sun.

"What you must understand is that Godric did not have the most – comfortable human life," Eric said quietly. He didn't know why but he felt a weird calm at talking to Sookie about Godric.

"Comfortable? He was raped and tortured and who knows what else!" Sookie exclaimed.

So Nefertari had gone into detail. He would have to have a little talk with her about that later. "Yes," he said. "And he wanted revenge. He wanted them to pay for what they had done. But he always was ready to die. He did not see life worth living any longer after he procured his vengeance. When Nefertari was taken prisoner by his village, he knew it was his only out. She was his salvation, just as he was mine."

"Are all makers and children as close as you all are?" she asked him.

"No," his answer was immediate. He had seen many vampires and their sired in his lifetime. He knew his devotion to Godric and Godric's to Nefertari were not something seen every day in their world. Vampires were too solitary for that. "But not all are as estranged as Bill and Lorena were either. It depends on the circumstances of their turning."

"Nefertari saved him, but she said he saved her more," Sookie recalled.

Godric's turning had always been a topic Godric had been reluctant to discuss. It hadn't been till Eric met Nefertari for the first time that he knew anything about it. But he knew Godric felt he owed her everything, much like he himself felt towards Godric. They had been given a chance at eternal life, at pure power, a everything glorious. And they owed that to their makers. This was something both Godric and Eric shared. Their makers were everything to them. He knew Godric would have died for Nefertari if need be, just as he tried to do for Godric. But what was peculiar about them was the makers' attachment to their children, Nefertari especially.

"I've told you before, in Nefertari's 5000 years, she only made Godric. And she made him, not because he wanted revenge or because she felt she owed him. If that had been the case, she would have just killed the entire village for him, or killed him, as he wanted. But from what I've gathered, Neferari was feeling how Godric felt at the end. And she needed a companion. She was not close to her maker. I do not know why, because she never speaks of it, and Godric refused to tell me. She had travelled for 3000 years alone. And she saw something in Godric, I suppose the same thing Godric saw in me."

"Someone to love," Sookie said quietly. "For all of time."

"Yes." Godric was never specific on why he had turned Eric all those years ago, but he knew Godric was lonely. Nefertari had let him go his own way, but she had not released him, a favor Godric had granted Eric when the time came. He was alone and he had seen something in Eric, something he wanted, something he needed. Love. Though their hearts did not beat, they wanted the feeling of completion. For whatever reason, Godric had seen it in Eric. And Nefertari had seen it in him.

"Is that why you made Pam?"

Eric had never gotten into why he had turned Pam. He had been lonely, having just been sent on his own by Godric. It was not a time he liked recalling. Pam had saved him from himself. It was a never ending cycle, wasn't it? He wondered if it would end with Pam, but he doubted it. "I made Pam because I was alone and in need of companionship. I saw her and knew immediately that she was meant for more than to become someone's wife and have lots of children. She was made for our world. I simply had to free her."

Sookie kissed his chest lightly and looked up at him, her expression one of adoration. It was not a look he was quite used to yet, particularly angled at him. "I know this is hard for you to talk about," she said. "But I'm glad you shared it with me. I like getting to know your past. It makes me fall even more in love with you."

He smirked and flipped them over so she was on her back and he lay between her legs. "If that is the case, lover, I will, by all means, share every part of my past. In," he kissed her stomach and then went lower, "I can show you what I've learned."

"Eric, I think-" she moaned, cutting off her sentence as his tongue swiped her swollen nub. He loved tasting her. She was so sweet, so pure. And she was his. He loved her, which surprised him. But he didn't care. He would never get enough of her. And he spent the rest of the night showing her just what he meant.


Nefertari

She had felt Eric exchange blood with Sookie and she smirked to herself as she lounged in his throne at Fangtasia. She knew she should probably go out and hunt for a quick fuck. Her body was aching to be touched. She wondered what Pam was doing, but had seen her go back to Eric's office with a pretty blonde. She saw a fangbanger eyeing her from near the bar. He was cute enough. She could definitely have some fun with him. From his body, she knew she would be in for quite a ride. She was going to summon him when she sensed someone coming.

She growled and sped off towards the door. She knew the scent. She abhorred it. She had spent millennia wanting to tear her throat out. She slammed head first into incoming vampire who flew back several hundred feet. Nefertari was on her a second later, her heel positioned right above the bitch's heart. "I told you what would happen if I ever saw you again. You were stupid to come here now. Give me one good reason why I should I not end your life now."


Hey guys! New character alert hehe! Okay so let me know what you think of the chapter! This is the first time I wrote Eric/Sookie smut haha I hope it was hot and steamy! I have a few ideas for the next few chapters so I'm excited! But yeah okay thanks so much everyone for reading! byee xx