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Chapter Eight:

It was far more gentle than any sort of love making Pam had ever experienced before. She wouldn't even refer to it as "fucking", that choice in vocabulary seemed to crude for this. She lay still on the bed, head tilted just slightly back as Eric's fingers gently brushed the sensitive buds on her breasts. He moved almost cautiously, twisting with callous fingers as a breathy moan escaped from his progeny's mouth. He needn't be so gentle, at least that was the female's thought, but something about this seemed far too sentimental to chide her lover about his questionable skills.

Fingers were soon replaced by a mouth, Eric's tongue cold as they circled the perked right nipple, lapping almost painfully slow. Pam squirmed, muttering quietly about her hatred of foreplay as her womanhood grew increasingly wet. At first, this sensation caught her off guard. Vampires weren't usually able to secrete any sort of fluids but suddenly, here in this room with her maker, she felt almost human. Her back arched slightly, a heavy swallow sounding from her as the viking moved from one breast from the other, his free hand massaging the one he just left as he captured the other with his mouth. Fuck.

"Let me," Eric murmured against her flesh when Pam struggled against him. "Let me."

It soon came to Pam's attention that this was not a two party act but rather one. Eric's goal was not to get himself all worked up and hard, but rather bring as much pleasure to his progeny as possible. He began to move down, placing light kisses in a trail down her chest. He took a moment, hovering over the swell of her stomach as he littered that with far more many brief touches from his lips than any other part. Then slowly, he moved down, his mouth purposely missing her intended goal as he pressed his lips to her inner thigh, sucking gently as Pam swore softly. Fucking foreplay.

Pam tried not to think about Willa, who still sat fast asleep on the opposite side of the room, as Eric began to move towards her center. She stiffened, hissing softly as his mouth finally made contact with her wetted lips. His tongue darted out, tip barely penetrating as his nose nuzzled the sensitive flesh of her person. This wasn't the hot and heavy sex she was used to, where mostly they fought and argued for dominance instead of Pam laying submissive. No, Eric had complete and utter control. He didn't speak much, didn't make her 'beg' for anything. No, this wasn't fucking. Or kinky. Or any other sort of what she normally found arousing. No, this was Eric proving how much he loved her.

When he finally replaced his mouth with the tip of his cock, his eyes briefly met those of his progeny. Lust and concern hazed in the blue orbs as he inhaled softly. "If I hurt you or make you uncomfortable, you let me know." Pam rolled her eyes, about to object and inform him that, again, in her past life she was a prostitute and that this wasn't her first time, but the look of seriousness in her lover's eyes told her otherwise. She only managed a nod before Eric plunged in, his regard for her briefly disappearing for the first few thrust before he came back to reality.

Hepatitis V was not spread vampire to vampire, but merely human to vampire. At least, that is what Pam remembered vaguely from the several news reports about it. But despite Eric's weakened state, he moved fluently against his progeny's body. Pam's fingers dug into the bed sheets as her lower half moved to thrust in unison with that of her maker. Eric held her hips tightly, face surprisingly concentrated as he moved against her, going deeper with each thrust. Pam whined softly when he finally found the bud, her body shocking much more sensitive since she became pregnant.

"Eric..." she moaned softly, her eyes fluttering shut as she attempted to keep up with the quickening pace of her lover. Her body was on edge, every nerve fiber in her body standing at attention. It was a state of blissfulness that she had never experienced and was quite sure, once this was all over, she never would again.

When she finally came, it wasn't as loud and over the top as the climax of the sex was between her and Eric. No, her body finally just gave into the pent up release, the waves of pleasure cushioning her instead of merely rolling her over as she leaned into her maker's touch. Eric came a few moments later, pulling out from Pam-much to her dismay-as his cum spilled effortlessly from his tip, spilling over both his and his lover's chest. But Pam didn't mind at all. There were such things as showers and taking one with Eric was really the least of her problems.

Eric smiled softly when they both reclined back on the bed, Pam's head resting on his chest as his fingers played with the loose strands of her hair. Absently, Pam traced the growing dark veins of his arm, trying not to notice how the branches were slowly making their way up to Eric's jawline. The baby wasn't moving, most likely asleep from her mother's movements. Pam remembered vaguely reading somewhere once that sex "rocked" fetuses to sleep, but that thought seemed too awkward to really think about right now.

"Sookie could never replace my affection for you," Eric murmured, fingers playing with a loose strand of Pam's hair. "I hope you realize that now. What Sookie and I had as well as Sylvie, was romantic love. Quick, passionate, but dies down within time. What we have, Pamela, is what the Romans referred to as 'agape' or unconditional love. No matter the circumstance or situation, I will always love you. Always."

"Mm," Pam exhaled, feeling pleasantly lazy. "The way your speaking sounds like how Bill Compton tries to avenge his humanity in his latest book of him claiming not to be an ass."

Eric eyed his progeny with mock surprise, "Billy wrote a book?" he mused. "Was it any good?"

"Didn't read it," admitted his progeny as she curled closer. "Just heard excerpts on the television. It sounds like something that belongs on the fucking Oprah show."

"Hm," Eric hummed, continuing to run his fingers through Pam's hair. "Perhaps one day I'll have to take a peek at it, if for no other reason than to insult Compton with it. He never was the writer, his letters to me when I was sheriff were sub par if anything." He paused, eyes falling to Pam's stomach. Gently, he placed his hand over her belly button, smiling softly as he felt the infant kick. "Maybe it would suit as a lullaby bedtime story for her," he murmured. "I'm sure it has the power to put someone to sleep." There was a moment of pause before he continued. "Did you know the Swedish version of Agatha is Agda?"

"Jesus Fucking Christ, Eric," Pam groaned. "Are you changing her name again?"

"It's just a thought," mused the vampire as he pressed his face into his progeny's head. "We haven't even picked out a middle name yet."

"We," Pam said tiredly. "As if you really get any say in this."

"You already have let me, yes?" retorted the maker with a snide grin. "I'm sure you don't mind the assistance."

Pam was about to reply when without warning, Eric's cell sounded from the bedside table. Groaning to ignore it, Pam watched in annoyance as Eric leaned away to retrieve the device from its spot on the table. Flipping it open, his eyes began to scan whatever message was written on its screen. Slowly, the corners of his mouth began to twitch into a small frown, a look of anger that slightly frightened Pam flashing across his features. In a flash, he responded, typing vigorously before locking his device.

"What's wrong," Pam said worriedly as Eric pulled away, going to retrieve his own clothes from the floor. "Eric."

"Get Willa up," the maker said sternly, not making eye contact with his progeny.

"Why?" Pam said, sitting up in alarm. "Eric, what the fuck is going on?"

Then came the words that sent a chill down the female's spine, the last thing she had been expecting on such a night as this one.

"Fangtasia is going to be under attack."