A/N: Hello, my little kittens. I must apologize for a faux paus I found, going back and reading earlier chapters. Eric had told her about staying up past dawn. It was mentioned in Ch.24 that he hadn't. Oops, sorry for my fucktardedness. Oye! Oh well! Another chapter of complete fluff and lemons. Usually, my own lemons don't make me feel so naughty in my no-no area, but this chapter was different. I don't mind saying it got a little warm in here. I wanted to reiterate, this story was intended to be mostly sexy sexy time, so don't boohoo me if that's not what you wanted. No offense, but the description states that, as do repeated A/Ns. However, some non-citrus story stuff is coming, so that will be fun. Hopefully no angst. I really, truly want none in this story. That's what the real books are for. God knows there's enough angst in those to fell an elephant. Anyone have word on her latest book? What the deuce? As is my M.O. now, I love youz guyz and your comments, adds, etc. and I bow and curtsy to your awesomeness. Much luv homies! All content rated MA, all characters, except for the Duende, belong to Char Char Harrington. *Does the Chicken Dance out* Ahahahaha-that song's in your head now!

Chapter 26

After toweling them off, and redressing, Sookie had a bit of a chill, so Eric flew them back to the car. Unable to keep her eyes open, she fell asleep within seconds of the ride back.

Halfway back to the house, Eric's phone vibrated. He was glad he had thought to silence it earlier in the night, otherwise he would have had to stake the caller that had woken his Sookie up from her much needed rest. Glancing at it, he saw it was Pam.

"Master." She drawled, as if who else would it be answering his phone.

Speaking in a low voice, in Swedish, "Pam. I assume you have good news for me."

"Everything is all set. Everyone has agreed to their part. The only one I waited for your okay to contact was Compton."

"Pamela." He warned.

"What?" she played dumb, "I thought you would want him in on it. Maybe kidnap and torture him a little on the way. Then tie him down to make him watch." Her voice got lusty at the thought.

"As much as you and I would enjoy that, Sookie, your mistress would not."

"Fine! As much as I like her, she can be a spoilsport, sometimes."

"Maybe for you, but never for me" he said in his most lewd voice. She harumphed at him, "Are you two going at it like wild rabbits? You haven't broken her pelvis, in all your brutish manly thrusting I hope? Though, that may sway her toward my side-the softer, gentler sex." She was treading on thin ice.

"You sound jealous, Pam. And that is no way to talk about my betrothed, Child."

"Oh, you decided to partake in that silly romantic human rite, eh?"

"If that is what I had to do to make her mine, to live with me, it is my pleasure. We will also be performing a second bond."

"You have finally convinced her to do so?" She said incredulously. "Who is she and what has she done with our Sookie."

He was secretly pleased she considered Sookie theirs. "I seem to recall myself saying that same thing recently. I think she realizes that, aside from it being what we both want, it is the only way to protect her from another trying to break our first bond."

"Ooh- Are you going to tell the Vegas retinue? You know Felipe will be extremely displeased."

"Oh yes, he will. I will tell him after it is done. Once he knows it is essentially ordained by the Council, he will have no choice to accept it. Too much commotion over it, may point out his bad intent to our first bond."

"The Council-when the hell were you going to let me in on this?"

"I am letting you know now. We are actually fated. And Niall left Sookie one of his companies and all it's earnings. She is quite a wealthy woman now. Though I do not think that has sunk in yet. There is some other news, but Sookie and I want to tell you together."

"So, you two have been doing things other than drowning in carnal pleasures."

"Of course." They chatted for a few more minutes and by the time they hung up, Eric felt pleased and was excited for the next few days.

When they arrived back at the vacation house, Sookie was still deep asleep. He carried her inside. Manny opened the door for him. He settled her onto the giant leather coach in the den and covered her with the blanket Manny brought him. Content she was resting comfortably, he sat nearby at the bar with his laptop.

"Can I offer you anything, Senor? A blood perhaps?" Manny almost snuck up on Eric. Which reminded him.

"My bonded informed me you are a Duende. This is a type of fairy, yes?"

"Yes Senor."

"And you know Miss Stackhouse is part fae."

"Yes."

"Do you know she is of the Brigant Royal Bloodline? Are you familiar with that importance?"

His mouth hit the floor, "No! No, Senor, I did not. Yes, I have heard tales of the Brigants. She is one very important woman, then. A Brigant and pregnant!"

"Good, then, so we are clear. Very few people yet know of the pregnancy and we want to keep it this way for now. There are many people who would pay dearly for that information, and that we are here. We have many enemies. Am I correct in recalling the Duende guard all in their domain, or home?"

"Yes, Senor. I will guard you both with my life, if necessary. Though I doubt anyone wishing harm could enter. I have several wards and talismans placed around the house and surrounding properties. I consider it an honor to watch over those of such esteem to our supernatural world." He placed his hand over his heart and half-bowed.

"Excellent. You will be rewarded handsomely if any need were to arise for extreme protection."

"That is absolutely unnecessary and I would not accept it, no offense meant, Senor Northman. We do not accept compensation for safekeeping our homesteads."

"Very well. You are the first of your kind I have met. How long have you been here, Manny? From what region do you hail? And is your name abbreviated for a more formal one?"

"Yes, my full name is Manuel Jiminez Marrero Carrasquillo. I have been on this island for approximately 350 years and have overseen this area for most of it. It is our nature to not have much memory beyond the time we are in our current home. It allows us to be more faithful and focused to one location. I do know I had to fight for this area. A forest Duende who was known for his trickery would lead locals into the forest with talks of fountains of youth and gold treasures. Then kill them for sport. Not many of us are that cruel. He needed to be stopped. I have been here since."

Eric thought it was good to know the trickery of the fae extended universally.

"I am sorry to be so remiss in my duties, Sir. Did you say you would like a blood?"

"No, thank you. I will work for a bit, while my bonded naps. You can, however, make her a snack for late tonight and something sweet. She needs to eat as much as possible, please see to that while I am in my daytime rest. Also, no lemons."

"I assumed she would be sensitive to lemons. Any other dietary restriction or specifics?"

"Not at the moment. I will let you know of any changes."

"Very good, Senor." He began fast work in the kitchen, whipping up several dishes and one desert that Eric looked forward to feeding Sookie later. Before he got too distracted with those thoughts, he stuck his face back into his computer. He felt Sookie waken and looked at the time. She had an hour long nap. Perfect, she would be rested and they had many more hours left to the night. He felt her mood shift from sleepy to horny in a matter of seconds. He stifled a snicker, then pretended to be engrossed in his work. She slunk up behind him, snaked her arms around him and buried her face into his neck, sniffing him.

"God, Eric. Your smell makes me crazy. I just want to climb inside your skin and tie you to the bed and eat you alive."

He roared with laughter, which made her laugh, despite her current state of emotion. She just kept burying her nose in his neck. "What is this? Some type of role reversal? Are you now the vampire and I am the fairy? Your words certainly sound as such." Finding great humor in the turn-about-is-flair-play, he was glad his scent made her wild. That was how he felt every second he was around her. He grabbed her and pulled her onto the bar stool, to straddle him. She continued snuffling and mauling his neck, running her hands over every inch of him she could reach.

"I just can't describe it. I mean, I have noticed my senses getting stronger, especially smell, but just thought it was your blood making everything stronger. But, when I woke up, I could smell you from the couch and I wanted to attack you. In a good way, I mean."

"I like this development and you will hear no complaints from me." He slid his hands up her back and let her have his way with him. She was no longer content with feeling him up on top of his clothes. She unbuttoned the first few buttons of his shirt, then grew impatient and ripped the last several off as she tore at his shirt. Eric tried with all his might to hide his shock and amusement at her behavior. He didn't want to discourage her, in any way. He was thrilled, which he did let her feel. She was running her nails up and down his chest, lightly pulling at his nipples and placing light kisses, then licks, then nipping along his neck and chest. She was making the sexiest noises he had ever heard, these half-groans, half-purrs as she did. Like she was tasting the most delectable food on Earth. He was barely able to keep himself from taking her right then, on the counter, not wanting to stifle her sudden bravado and to let her have control. He saw Manny come in to the kitchen, behind Sookie. His eyes grew wide, when he realized what he had walked into, then wisely disappeared. Eric was very glad Sookie was too caught up to even notice the sound of the side door close. That was the last coherent thought he had for a while.

Sookie grabbed his hair, pulled his head back, exposing his neck and sucked his earlobe into her mouth. She began placing not so gentle, but not hard enough to break skin bites along his jugular, while she slid her other hand down, under his waistband and gripped him with purpose. There was no doubt what she wanted, how she wanted it and that it was right now.

"Eric." she very thickly growled in his ear, while biting his lobe. He let out a sound that she guessed was a "hmm?" "I know it's a little silly, because of your strength, but is it weird or kinky if I've always wanted to tie you up? I want to pleasure you, but have you at my mercy. Is that too weird? I mean, I know you could easily rip anything I could tie you up with, so it seems silly..."she trailed off, beginning to doubt herself now.

Before she could go back on it, or lose her confidence, he hurriedly told her, "Sookie, it is not at all silly or weird, or kinky if you want to do that. I love it and the thought of you wanting to take charge turns me on more than you could know." He took her hand and rubbed it over the tip of his head, so she could feel the small amount of liquid gathered there. She drove him mad by, taking the liquid on her finger and sucking it into her mouth. He watched her eyes roll back into her head at the taste of him and again he fought the urge to rip her clothes off and fuck her senselessly. "Come. I have a solution for us." And he carried her to the bedroom.

From out of his suitcase he pulled a leather case about the size of a very large CD holder and handed it to her. "Open it." Inside she found several silver chains, a stake, a small silver dagger and two pairs of handcuffs, one wrapped in a very thick velvet wrapping.

"Wow. Is this your Sheriff Travel Torture Pack? Or do I even want to know?"

He ignored that. "Take the ones that are wrapped out. You can use those on me and it won't burn my skin, but it will make my arms weak, so I cannot attempt to escape. Just like light bondage."

"You're sure it won't hurt you?" Again, he felt her confidence waver, and a little guilt and shame.

He could not have that. "The keys are in that side pocket there. And, Oh Yes. I am quite sure." He gave her his best sexy smile, and stepped closer to her, allowing his scent to entice her. He ran a finger around her ear, then the sensitive spot right behind it.

She shivered and didn't know what in hell had come over her, but she was on fire. Good thing for him he was immortal and very strong, because the way she felt tonight, she might hurt a lesser man. He started to undress himself.

"Stop." She held the cuffs and key, tossing the kit towards his suitcase. She began rubbing her lips back and forth across his nipples. "I'll do that." She bit one nipple, then the other. He moaned and reached to hold the back of her head. "Nope. My rules. Come on." She led him to the bed. "Lay down on your back and put your arms up by the headboard." He gave her a look that let her know the bossy thing was only going to fly in the bedroom, but that he liked it. He did as he was told. She giggled to herself that not many people could say they had bossed Eric Northman and lived.

She climbed up his body, making sure to press her breasts heavily against his face while she linked the cuffs through the wood on the headboard, then captured his wrists in the shackles. She slid back down a little, again wiggling her chest against his face, looking down at him, her eyes daring him. He bit her through the fabric and she yelped in surprise, then pressed harder, letting him do it again. She let out that half growl/purr noise he loved. She went to work on his neck again, suckling and chewing, making little hickeys that quickly healed.

In a brief moment of clarity, he again thanked the gods for bringing this liitle minx to him. She was fresh and untouched, but his sexual match in so many ways. He only hoped he could mentally survive her sweet torture, so he could experiment in her every whim.

Running her nose along the shell of his ear, she whispered, "Really, baby. Tell me if you want me to uncuff you and I will. I want you to enjoy this too."

"Sookie, look at me." He lifted his head up, so it was very close to hers. "I promise you, I am enjoying this."

That was all she needed. She made her way down his body, slowly undressing him with her teeth, other times with her mouth or a soft hand that would very deliberately rub him in all the right places, as she pulled the fabric down. Once he was completely undressed, she stared down at him in awe. His body, solid muscle and his Gracious Plenty at full attention, all bound up completely at her mercy. God, if she didn't focus, she would just slide right down onto him, right him like a bull, and be done. But, she wanted to blow his mind a little. She had very little experience when it came to sex, but Eric was always very sweet and patient with her. She wanted him to know she could learn new tricks, too. But, whatever this insatiable, driving desire was, coursing through her right now, was really the driving force behind it. She wasn't kidding when she said she wanted to eat him up. She tried to think, what would drive him most crazy?

She thought of something she'd spotted earlier today. She lightly rubbed his length with her hand, and placed feather light kisses on his lips while she reached over him to switch on the Bose radio on the nightstand. The station that came on was playing some sexy Salsa music. Perfect! She had been straddling him, but not so their bodies were touching. Once the music started, she got much closer to his body, swaying to the rhythmic music to rub her body against his. He watched her the whole time. She got off the bed and stood next to it. She began a slow strip tease to the music, shaking her hips, turning to look over her shoulder at him, as she slipped part of her sundress off. Aytime she felt nervous or unsure, the heat in his eyes that was for her alone, gave her confidence. She loved dancing for him-she writhed and swayed and oozed sex right at him. Then, bending over, still wiggling her bottom to the beat, she slid her bathing suit bottom off, so he could get the full view. When she turned back to look at him, his eyes were dark and very intense. If he could fuck her with his eyes, he was definitely trying to do it right now.

She felt shy about it, but she wanted to try something she read about in Cosmo. She climbed on the bed next to him, on her hands and knees, so he could see her rear view. She hoped seeing and not being able to touch would torture him a little. It wasn't very often she had any control over him, sexually. But also, the angle was perfect to help her take him that much deeper in to her throat. As she took him in her little hands, she wrapped both around his thickness and softly ran her hands softly up and down his length a few times. He hissed out a breath. Then she alternated it with tight gripping squeezes. She made sure she arched her back with each stroke, so he could see her hootchie better.

"Arrgh, Sookie," he ground out, "You are incredible. Everything-your sight, smells, sounds drive me mad. MY sex goddess." She chose that moment to slide him into her mouth and take him as deep as she could go. He growled and thrust his hips. She could feel her gag reflex push him back out, but with each time she brought him into her mouth, she found she could get him a little deeper. She could feel him get thicker and harder and his head swelled. She squeezed what she wasn't able to get in her mouth with one hand while stroking that sensitive spot behind his balls with the other. That was enough to push him over the edge and he roared out his release.

She swallowed his delicious taste down, milking him with her hand, while he shuddered and yelled out something she didn't understand in his native tongue. Her extreme hunger for him slightly satisfied for the moment, she turned to look at him. He was staring up at the ceiling, little shivers running through him. She put a look of mock concern on her face. "Oh, my baby. Are you okay? You look like you're in pain!" She climbed back on top of him and she could see him inhale the smell of her arousal. He licked his lips. "Can I help?"

She again grazed her now naked breasts across his lips and he latched on. "Mmm." Again she almost caved, undid his handcuffs and just let him take over. She slid her hand behind his head and allowed him to have one nipple, then the other. As she weakly tried to separate herself from his mouth, he actually sunk in his fangs and drew a little, which she felt right between her legs. She gasped at the pleasure and pain, then said, "Hey! Play fair."

He licked his bloody lips and looked at her through dreamy eyes, "I said you could restrain me. Not that I would play fair, Sookie."

"Hmm. You're right-we never said we would." At that, she sat herself upright, on her knees, straddling him, but high up on his torso. It was far enough so his huge length couldn't reach her and close enough to his face to give him a nice close view. She ran a finger over his lips and traced them. He parted his lips the tiniest bit, and allowed her to put her fingers into his mouth. He nicked one with a fang and swirled his tongue around it, sucking lightly. The sensation was so delicious, she didn't want him to stop. She slid a second finger in and he gave it the same treatment, the sucking and feeling of his tongue-it was making her a little crazy. She gathered her strength and pulled her fingers out. She ran them across her own nipples, watching his gaze follow the paths of her fingers intently. She took both her nipples in her own hands and rolled them and tugged on them, watching his eyes bulge out of his head.

"You are sooo right. We never did say we'd play fair, did we? Mmmm-Ahhh." She made a big production of making noises she knew would make him nuts. She put her fingers in her mouth and sucked them, then trailed them down her stomach. She reached to right above her mound and stopped. His eyes, which had been following every movement her fingers made, looked back up at her. "I guess next time, we'd better be more specific and lay down some rules." She looked back down at her fingers, so he would follow suit. She slowly slid her fingers down through her folds. His nostrils flared, his pupils dilated and he was straining at the cuffs, whether he realized it or not.

She slid her fingers up and down her wetness, actually dripping down onto him watching his face, watch her hands' movements. She circled her nub and bucked, purring at the feeling, no longer making the noise for show and she heard him make a strangled noise. She slid both fingers inside her several times, groaning, then back up and down her folds again. Her other hand reached behind her to lightly rub his cock. She couldn't believe how intense it felt. It had to be from him watching. She had touched herself plenty of times, but it never felt this good. She repeated sliding her fingers in and out, then circling her nub, watching him watch her the entire time. She thought he was going to come up off the bed and break it very soon.

She decided to show him some pity. She offered him her fingers and he greedily sucked them into his mouth, licking them clean, his eyes never leaving hers. She wanted to feel that mouth, that skilled tongue on her. Scooting up to bring her girly bits very close to his face, but not yet close enough for him to put his mouth on her, she smoothed his hair and caressed his face. Sex and kink aside, she loved him with every fiber of her being. He felt it and kissed her palm. She scooted those last few inches closer, so she was completely straddling his face. He looked up into her eyes and latched on. He licked and sucked her nub, rubbing it side to side and she knew she had better separate herself or she was going to come in about 10 more seconds.

His gaze, burning holes into her was sweet torture. She had never met anyone who so perfectly illustrated eyefucking. Something about looking into his deep baby blues, him beneath her, while she straddled his face and he skillfully worked her like a musical instrument... She couldn't take much more. Trying to pull away from him, he made a groaning noise of protest that made a delicious vibration and she cried out. "Ah-Eric-ah-please! N-n-noo. I mean yes. Ah-Baby! Please I don't want to come so soon! I'm not done with you yet. Ah-!" She begged him, but still ground her hips down onto his mouth. He continued his assault with his tongue and mouth and while she tried to pull away from him, "Ah. Eric, please.", no longer sure if she was begging him to stop or keep going.

Something about hearing her beg like that, so close to pleasure, yet denying herself, snapped something in him. He stopped, "Sookie. Unhook me. Now."

She looked at him through dazed eyes, her mouth slack. Her lust filled brain came to, a second later, "Oh. I-I'm sorry. Here." She reached for the key and she fumbled to released his wrists.

As soon as his hands were free, he grabbed her hips in his hands and held her poised, above him. "Sookie. You are going to come. There will be no holding back your orgasms. Ever. When I am tasting your deliciousness, you will not stop yourself. I will not let you. Now watch me." With that, he pulled her back down onto his mouth, and licked, sucked, used his fingers and buried them deep inside her and rubbed her clit. He was like a whirling dervish all over her and she couldn't look away from him. He was driven with purpose. She leaned forward a little, her hands on the headboard, her knees weak. She rocked her hips and he flicked his tongue so fast it was more like vibrating. He would get her close, then back her down again. It was the best feeling, but driving her crazy.

Once again, Sookie didn't recognize herself. She would look back and cringe-she was pulling his hair, screaming at him. "I want you inside of me right now, Eric Northman. Fuck me and don't stop."

His eyes would have looked scary any other time, he had such a primal, hungry expression. She briefly thought, she must surely have the same look right now. In a flash, she was on her back and he was inside of her, filling her. He was thrusting hard and she was scratching at his back and butt, pulling him into her and telling him to go harder and faster. His pace was sheer vampire speed, but she kept up, egging him on. When he felt her get close, he sat back on his legs and brought her on top of him, lifting her up and bringing her back down hard. She was momentarily upset, till she realized it was a better position for her to bite him. Without warning, she leaned into his neck, took a final sniff of him and sunk her teeth into his flesh and started her orgasm. Her bite started his, and made him shout out, in surprise, "Unh-Fuck Sookie!"

The light shot out of both of them this time and meshed together. His wound closed, so before she bit down a second time, "Bite. Hard. Drink deeply." He obliged, struck her shoulder and pulled deep, drawing huge mouthfuls of her sweet, intoxicating blood. Meanwhile, she had bit him a second time and was sucking as hard as his thick blood would go down her throat. Their light had blended into a blue-white bubble and there were sparks flashing out from it. The furniture was shaking and they levitated up off the bed. Eric was still drawing from Sookie and she bit him again. They couldn't stop drinking from each other.

Eric finally tore himself away, seeing stars and feeling slightly drunk, in a fairy blood kind of way. Rubbing her head and back, cooing at her to calm her, "Sookie. My Sookie." She came out of it. His wound had closed, but she was licking at it. They had floated back down to the bed and finally feeling her insane hunger for him sated, she pulled back to look at him. The sight of his blood on her chin and lips, made him instantly hard inside of her, but he ignored it. She giggled, "You're glowing again."