Waking up on the edge of an orgasm was an odd sensation. Her nipples were rock hard and her thighs were dripping. She moaned not even bothering with opening her eyes, sending her fingers straight to the juncture of her legs. Need overwhelmed her. She was so close, balanced on the precipice of release. Flicking her clit with her soaked fingers, she lifted her hips, sending two fingers into her. Her legs banged against something solid in the dark.
There was a growl and then a whoosh and then she was pinned into the bed by something very solid and very hard. A loud rip sounded and a hand slapped her fingers out of the way. Right where she needed it most was an unyielding pressure that pushed all the way to her core. Lips closed over hers drawing her up, claiming her roughly as he thrust.
"Godric?" She groaned, clutching at his arms. He growled against her lips, nipping at the swollen skin, and then picked up the pace…a lot. She screamed, clamping down around him as he thrust faster than light. Half a breath and then she splintered underneath him, shattering into a thousand pleasurable pieces. His fingers yanked her hair back, teeth grazing down her neck and suckling at her breasts, swapping back and forth without missing a thrust. Her screams echoed in the small room.
Then, she woke up.
Godric was curled around her. His groin was pressed flush against her, swollen and hard. Arms clamped around hers, pinning her hands to her side. She fruitlessly wiggled; the dream was a pale comparison to the intense reality of her need and discomfort.
"Godric, please… please." She thrashed, burning up from the inside out. Lust clawed at her belly and melted her brain. Her vampire bedmate remained still and quiet. If an orgasm didn't happen soon, she was going to tear her skin off trying. Deathly aroused, she squirmed, barely managing to twist so his prick rubbed against her center. "Please, please, help me…" She bucked, grinding against him. It brushed against her sleep shorts, pressure barely enough for pleasure through the layers.
She managed to squeeze her arm around enough to reach herself. Tugging down the shorts she stretched barely grazing her slit. Tears fell from her eyes as the need intensified. She moaned and groaned and ground against him, flaming the fire, but not satisfying it. "Godric!"
He didn't even twitch. So, she bit him.
His skin burst like a grape, tangy blood rushing into her mouth. Irritated eyes shot open and he flipped her over—snarling into her face—fangs extended before recognition registered.
"Why did.." She cut off his question with a scream as the movement brushed his cock against her slit. She bucked wildly underneath him swearing. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! Please, dammit!" She was thrusting with every ounce of her being, pressing as close as possible and slamming her hips up frantically. Godric drew back alarmed.
She followed, wrapping her arms around his neck and forcing a kiss onto him as she continued against that delicious pressure. Confused, Godric kissed back and brushed the back of his hand against her breast. She twitched, nails digging into his back as she arched painfully into the touch. Her back popped as she forced her nipple into his palm. "Yes! Please, Godric!"
He shrugged and wrapped his hand around it fully, fondling it. She slammed her body against his hand. "Harder."
He obliged. Moments later, she was panting and exclaiming loudly as he pushed into her, twisting her nipples roughly between his fingers. She was dripping wet, almost as if she had just orgasmed. Much wetter than usual at this stage, he distantly noticed with concern. "Faster!"
He moved faster, slamming her back against the cushioning with his thrusts. She screamed, tensing around him, milking him with her orgasm. As quickly as it came, it disappeared. Her back dropped out of the fierce bow and she started matching every fifth thrust with a slam of her hips. Godric began to worry.
Minutes later, she came again, shuddering and pleading for more. Then again, again, again, and again. Godric came with her on her seventh peak, burying his fangs in her neck feasting on the pleasure that sparked in her blood. She paused, breathing deep and murmuring encouragement as he licked at the puncture marks.
Then, she grabbed at him and started moving again. Godric pulled out of her, severely alarmed.
"Stop." He commanded.
She did not stop.
Her eyes rolled back in her head as she pressed against the walls of the cubbyhole, dragging her back and shoulders against the coarse stucco. She moaned at the sensation, tossing her head back in bliss. Then, she threw herself against the wall shuddering at the impact. Her thighs quaked, his eyes caught the falling droplets from between her legs as she came again merely from the impact.
He grabbed her by the waist, yanking her away from the wall. "Cease." He dodged her kiss and gave her a shake. "Stop that. Calm down."
She continued to disobey him.
She undulated her stomach muscles against his hands and bit down on her lip. Hard. Blood welled to the surface and she licked at it, winking flirtatiously and reaching for him.
Godric backed away, knocking open the trap door, and jumping through to his room. She scrambled after him, clawing her way out. She slithered on her belly to his feet before rolling over. "Join me." Her voice was deep and throaty from the shouts and screams. Tanned hands scratched down the sides of her hips and pinched at her breasts as she shot him a smoldering glance from half-lidded eyes.
Godric restrained himself. His hands fisted when she started smacking herself.
He pulled at his Child's bond. "Eric!"
Eric flung open the door, appearing before the shout died out. The human had flipped back over and was thrusting against the air, rubbing her breasts into the floor, and smacking her rear with her own hand. She was also groaning… very loudly.
It was distracting, to say the least.
"What's wrong?"
Godric pointed.
Eric smirked, watching the show. "How nice of you to offer…" He licked his lips and advanced.
"She's gone wild."
"How fortunate for you."
The human screamed and collapsed to the floor, twitching unnaturally with her latest orgasm. Eric's leer faltered. She panted and coughed, heavy rattling heaves like a chain smoker. Then, she started gyrating again.
"Well… that's not normal."
"No it is not."
"Pam!"
"No, do not call…" Pam appeared behind Eric. She lit up like a Christmas tree, smirking down at the woman lost in the throes of passion.
Pam's fangs dropped and she lunged for the gyrating flesh. Godric's hand wrapped around her throat, stopping her in her tracks. "No."
Pam's fangs popped back in and she dropped back, pouting. "Such a tease, Godric."
"Fix her." Godric demanded, glaring as the two vampires stared transfixed at the squirming flesh.
"What did you do to her?" The human had climbed on top of the bed and was currently finding the rub of her skin against the cover… very… pleasurable. Pam's fangs popped back out as she watched.
"She awoke me before sundown with great urgency. The usual happened, but now she refuses to stop!"
Pam blinked at him. "The problem is that the human wants too much sex?"
Eric laughed. "Old age catching up to you?"
Godric was not amused.
The frantic screams as the human reached completion put the vampire's conversation on hiatus. After the last tremor died, she coughed again almost retching on the bedspread.
"Disgusting." Pam stepped back.
Godric shot over to the bed, eyeing the red stain from her coughing fit worriedly. "She is bleeding?" He poked at the cover, sniffing his finger afterwards. He went very still.
Eric followed, leaning into sniff the stain as well. "Your blood. She's coughing up your blood… How much did you give her?"
Godric wiped his hand on the sheet and crossed his arms. He did not answer.
"Are you trying to turn her?" Eric questioned again, staring down at the blood-addled human.
Pam sighed, leaning against the wall. "She'll be like this all night, I suspect…. I could help take the edge off for her." Pam sidled closer to the bed, leaning in as the human giggled and bounced nearer.
Godric frowned. The human pounced, springing off of the bed and twisting around Pam. She tugged at the long hair, twisting it around her fingers and pulling Pam into a long kiss. Pam pulled back, running a gloved hand against the curve of a warm hip. "Your blood tastes divine, Godric." She licked her lips hungrily and pulled the giggling gal flush against her, before dipping her and lapping at the exposed breasts.
Out of the corner of his eye, Eric glanced at his Maker. Godric looked resigned and guilty.
"It has been a long time since you have given another your blood."
"She has had my blood before."
"When severely injured, this is somewhat different. Your blood is much stronger than most."
"That has never been clearer."
Pam continued making out at second base. The show was quite enticing. Eric touched his Maker's shoulder with his palm. "She will be fine. Very sore and weary afterwards, but unharmed."
Godric nodded. "I suppose… we should keep a close eye on her condition in the meantime."
Pam grinned, revealing the twin peaks of her fangs.
"A very close eye." Eric agreed.
"Mmm… do you remember that delightful time in the shower?" Pam purred, righting the human and unlacing her own shirt.
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Godric was never ever gifting another with his blood. It was almost sunrise and the human was still gyrating in the corner. Pam yawned, swaying in her ridiculous high heels. "Just give her another pack of batteries and leave her with her toys. It's not as if she can go far in that condition."
Godric scowled and batted away the clinging hands. She pouted, but was quickly distracted when Eric unfolded himself from the bed. She launched herself at the blonde Viking, squealing playfully when he dodged her leap.
"Glamour her or leave her be. Either way, I'm going to bed." That said, Pam whirled on her stilettos and disappeared with a flick of her hair.
Eric eyed the exposed flesh hungrily. "Think she'll still be affected come this evening?"
Godric groaned.
Eric distracted the human with a strategically placed battery operated toy. When the human was deeply entranced by her own flexibility, he turned to face Godric.
"I have a request."
Eric gracefully knelt, head bowed in servility before his Maker.
Godric devoted his entire attention to his Child. In the staggering amount of years that Eric had been his stalwart companion, favors were scarcely asked. Very intriguing. "What would you ask of me?"
"You're going to claim her, aren't you?"
"Yes." His decision had been made as soon as his blood had flooded down her throat. No human with that much of his blood would be another's.
"Before you publicize your claim, may I play with her one last time? A true hunt, with her at her most desperate, at the height of her humanity."
Godric dwelt on Eric's words. "At her most desperate… How do you plan to ensure her desperation?"
"I shall not allow permanent harm to come to that which is yours. But, I will use all other means at my disposal... It will not be pleasant."
A hot band of tension eased in his chest at another vampire's acknowledgement of his possession as his forehead creased in worry. Eric was quite masterful at creating unpleasant situations.
"I could have claimed her after the glorious chase." Eric continued his plea, as his Maker remained silent with thought.
"Why did you not?"
"Because you desired her."
Godric inclined his head, raising his Child's bowed head until their eyes met. "One last horrible hunt and then she shall be completely and wholly mine with all to bear witness. Any blood of yours that remains in her system shall perish beneath mine, until only I remain in her. No harm or injury shall come to her, if she is returned in less than pristine condition— it will come out of your hide. So enjoy your brief moments with her. For it shall not last."
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