Quinn gently licked my neck as we lay in bed in each other's arms, letting our new bond settle properly. While the bite I left on his neck two days ago had healed instantly - or rather, the magical seed cells my fairy teeth left behind had rapidly grown into enough tissue to fill the holes they made, so some of me would permanently be part of him, linking us together - shifters didn't have the power to do that. Even the bite mark I'd left on his arm this morning was healing the usual way; that special fairy bite I'd left on his neck was a one-time deal.

I was in an odd mood that night: a mood induced partly by being newly mated and wanting to show my mate all the ways I was his as our bond settled... and partly by taking so much vampire blood earlier, which always made me extra-horny (and thankfully also gave me the endurance to handle it all). I knew my fiancé wanted to know and satisfy every sexual urge I had for as long as I lived, and figured now was a great time to start. I thought about it for a few moments, wondering what would feel most perfect tonight...

"Blindfold me?" I whispered in his ear, because it seemed like the best symbol of the complete trust I had in him.

He stopped licking my neck and kissed me instead, making my whole body tingle with the feel of his skin against mine. Every time I thought I was used to the sparks of magic that surged through our bodies when we touched, I would forget to brace for it, and the next time we touched I would be stunned by the intensity all over again. I moaned in joy at having him right next to me, ready to make love to me.

I pressed a hand to his face and showed him exactly what this meant to me: that I had never done it before; that it was as much trust as I was able to put in anyone right now; that I was symbolically giving him license to do anything he wanted to my helpless body. He pictured the type of soft, silky scarf he wanted to use on me, then I clicked my fingers and it was in his hand.

I got up onto my hands and knees and turned around, kneeling so he would be able to tie it around my head. A moment later, it was done. The fabric felt smooth and cool against my skin, but having my sight taken away was a shock; this wasn't like what we'd tried before, when I could simply open my eyes if it became too much. Sure, I could pull the scarf off with my hands, or use my outfit changing power to conjure it out of existence... but still, I felt intensely vulnerable. I couldn't help shivering as I waited for him.

"You smell turned on and terrified," he murmured in my ear, gently embracing me from behind. "I love you. I won't hurt you, I promise."

"I want you to hurt me," I whispered in the darkness, feeling oddly freed by it. "Push me past my limits, have me any way you want."

"What if I want to have you like this?" he teased, his hands working all over my front, caressing every tender scratched spot as his chest pressed against my back and his lips lingered on my shoulder. "What if this is what I need?" His fingertips stroked my inner thighs teasingly, following the thin lines where his claws had gently raked my body as he claimed me.

I pushed my legs wide apart as my head tipped back onto his shoulder, so thrilled by the feel of him touching me that I forgot what I'd asked for, simply soaking in the sensations he'd chosen to give me. I made little happy noises as he had his sweet, tender way with me... but already, I could feel he was just warming me up for other things. He was so hard against my backside, I hoped he'd hurry.

"That vampire blood you took," he rasped in my ear, "made the bruises here," he tweaked my nipples, "and here," he pressed his fingertips deeply into the flesh of my hips, "disappear. I don't like it. I like seeing my marks all over your beautiful body." His mouth found the new mark on my neck then, licking and nipping it until I was quivering jell-o in his talented hands.

"Bruise me again," I finally managed to gasp.

"Do you know how rough I'll have to be, to make these bruise you?" He pinched my nipples hard as he growled in my ear, clearly excited. He was right, he would have to be far rougher with his fingertips; it was mostly the suction of his mouth that had created those tender little bruises before.

"Please," I sighed, feeling my whole body relax back against him as I surrendered to him completely, ready to revel in his touch.

He obliged me happily, going to work on my soft, sensitive flesh with rapt enthusiasm, making me scream, pant and keen. He could sense my feelings enough to get it just right now: starting gently and working up to the extra-intense sensations, but always easing off when I needed a small break. I couldn't class anything he did as actual pain: every pinch, pull and twist felt wonderful. I moved only once, to trap his hard length underneath me so we could rub against each other. That was the moment he chose to start digging his fingernails in, making me drip all over his cock as I screamed for him, digging my own fingernails deep into his thighs to share the exquisite intensity.

Then he started nipping at the fresh new mark on my neck, and I was ready for him to do absolutely anything to me.

"Suck your nipple," he quietly commanded me. He'd seen me do it once before, and wanted to see it again now.

I obliged immediately, lifting my breast as high as I could, then dropping my mouth until the two almost met. I tried to line them up, which was harder than it sounds when I couldn't see what I was doing, until he tired of waiting and gave my nipple a sharp tug towards my waiting mouth. I cried out and wriggled on his hardness, then ran my tongue across the tortured bud to ease the ache slightly, before finally wrapping my mouth around it.

"I can't see a mark yet, beautiful. Suck harder." His eyes were all over me as I did; I could feel it. "Now bite," he added a while later.

I did exactly as he ordered, tormenting that tender pink peak mercilessly. My moans made the most marvelous vibrations, keeping me dripping the whole time I sucked. I did it harder and harder at his urging, pushing my body farther than it ever had been before... and just as it began to hurt, he surprised me by suddenly sliding two fingers inside me. I'd been so absorbed by the feel of my teeth on one nipple and his nails on the other, that I hadn't noticed his other hand move to my entrance. He had his hand turned around so he could put pressure on my favorite spot, and excited as I was, it didn't take long 'til I was right on edge.

He chuckled cruelly as he kept me on the brink, loving the feel of me tightening around his fingers as I prepared to come. Then, when I was barely an instant away, he said, "Stop," so firmly I didn't think to protest. He let go of my breast and I did the same, moaning in desperation. "You often bite down when you come," he explained. "Not a good thing to do when your nipple's in your mouth."

Then his fingers started working inside me, and I heard myself get louder and louder as he quickly brought me right back to the edge. I knew that he wouldn't let me come; that his game was about getting me right to the edge and keeping me there as long as possible. I didn't mind: he'd done this to me before, and I knew exactly how pleasurable it could be to hover on the edge of the abyss for hours.

"I want you on your knees and elbows," he decided aloud, "with your gorgeous backside right up in the air."

I moved instantly, just managing to keep my balance in the darkness. "Finger my ass," I begged without thinking. "Please, put your hands in me everywhere."

He chuckled and nipped my cheeks again, leaving a few more bite marks to remind me of this later. Then his tongue was tormenting my tightest opening while another finger slid into my wetness. With my face buried in the covers, I kept my knees far apart and wantonly soaked up his exquisite teasing, making loud happy noises so he knew how much I loved it. He'd kept me right on the brink the whole time, and I was almost vibrating with need.

When I finally felt him reach over for my nightstand drawer, he had to pull his fingers from me quickly to keep me coming right that second. He fiddled with things for a few seconds, getting himself ready to penetrate me that other way. Then, without warning, his fingers were back inside my pussy again, fucking me hard, just like before except using another finger or two. In under thirty seconds I was on edge again.

"Please, please let me come," I begged, my voice breaking with desperation. "Let me come for you, please John."

He pulled his fingers most of the way out of me again, and then I could feel him rotating his hand right at my entrance, using his fingertips to torment me. Then a slippery gloved finger sought entrance to me elsewhere. I moaned my delight, but my moan turned to a scream as I was suddenly full to bursting, with all the fingers that were in me before fucking me hard again, plus one extra that was completely still, waiting for my body to relax. It took under a minute of his expert fingering for my body to start trembling in impending orgasm again, and suddenly that extra intruder felt very welcome indeed. Of course, that was when he stopped.

"No," I moaned, as all those fingers slid out of me simultaneously. I only wanted him sliding out if he would immediately slide them all back in.

That wasn't his plan, though. He rotated both hands, tormenting both entrances, until suddenly I felt a second finger working into my backside. Realizing what he was about to do, I relaxed and pushed out the way Eric had taught me, opening myself to him.

"Mmmm, you're very eager," my boyfriend purred as his fingertip found its way in easily.

I got no chance to respond because an instant later, he was filling me again: two still fingers in my ass while he furiously fucked my dripping pussy with what must've been four fingers. He was such a talented man: the discomfort of stretching one entrance open so quickly was completely offset by that other delightful hand, bringing me back to the brink one more time. I needed to come so much that both sensations were driving me closer: it felt like being uncomfortable would get me there just as surely as his perfect firm rubbing of that wonderful spot inside me would. I was screaming from the intensity of it, my hips moving by themselves to encourage him. As I got closer and closer he eased off, keeping me right there, hovering on the edge of ecstasy, feeling all the joy of an intense orgasm, even if I wasn't quite there yet.

This time, he didn't stop; just pulled both hands almost out, and when I slammed my hips back onto them, three fingers were where there had previously been just two. He stayed still, forcing me to make the choice: if I wanted to keep going, I had to relax and open more than I ever had before. I hesitated for only a split-second, then bit my lip and pressed myself all the way back in one smooth, slow movement. I was so proud of myself, I just stayed there for a moment: he'd had three fingers inside me there before, but he'd never gotten them past the first knuckle. I was whimpering in pain though, because my backside was stretched so far it was burning. Realizing it hurt, he started skillfully massaging my sex and flicking my nub with his tongue, adding so much pleasure that my body started relaxing, and soon it all felt great.

He brought me right to the edge again, and this time, I wasn't unhappy when he slowed down to keep me there. I stayed stock-still, panting and moaning while he kept me trembling. It went on for minute after minute, my body afire with pleasure. Even without the blindfold, I wouldn't have been able to see a thing, because my eyes had rolled all the way back in my head.

"Ready to come now?" he finally whispered, when my body started gripping his fingers desperately again.

I raised my head to nod, and an instant later I was half-empty and his sopping fingers were tracing my lips, covering them with my juices. I eagerly drew them into my mouth, using my tongue to clean them as I sucked with abandon. I loved how literally he took my requests: hurting me, pushing me past my limits, putting his hands in me everywhere... when I felt him kneeling behind me, I sighed in happiness, knowing he would fuck me soon.

His head was right at my entrance, teasing me, while those three fingers wriggled inside my ass, keeping me right on edge. He rested his chest on my back for a moment, so he could whisper right in my ear again. "My mate," his tongue traced my ear tenderly, making my whole body tremble, "I could train your body to come whenever I slide inside you. Would you like that?"

I nodded again, not letting his fingers leave my mouth for a moment. With all four of them in there, it was a tight fit, but I loved being full of him... not to mention, tasting myself all over him. I moaned my pleasure once more, and suddenly his fingers were gone from my mouth. I went to complain, but a second later they were stroking my clit, and I was too busy screaming to complain.

"Now," I gasped, then realized I wanted something else first. "Wait, one more finger first. Please, John."

I was squirming with arousal, but he was suddenly stock still.

"Are you sure?" he asked, leaning over to murmur in my ear again. "It'll hurt if I do that."

"I know, I want that," I grinned. "Sometimes when it hurts... when it's the right hurt... I come so hard. Please, make me come that hard."

He was grinning, I could feel that; he knew exactly what I meant. He nibbled at my neck as he slid his fingers out just far enough for his little finger to tuck between them, silently ordering me to relax for him as his other hand strummed my clit to keep me squirming. I opened as far as I could for him, and with his fingertips bunched so tightly together, they slid in easily... but the deeper inside me they got, the more challenging it was to open myself for him. They were about two-thirds of the way in when my body started resisting completely.

"Deeper," I urged him on when he hesitated.

He worked for only a minute more, and his fingers were almost all the way inside me, stretching me so far open I was seeing stars. It hurt, but his talented thumb had found the perfect rhythm on my clit, and almost too soon, I was right on edge again. I wanted this to last, to be sure I'd come when he slid inside me. I'd 'heard' what he meant when he said it, and the idea of him training my body that way was immediately one of my biggest turn-ons. He would have me right on the edge of coming for ages the first few times, just like he'd done today, so the feel of him sliding inside me would be all it took to finish me off, and my body would start associating that sensation with deep, intense climaxes. Then he would slowly ease off: first reducing the time he kept me on edge beforehand, until he could get me to the brink, slide into me right away and feel me come; then getting me almost to the edge, until the feel of his cock would make me come if I was close; then slowly working back from there until he could get me wet enough to be inside me, and feel me come as soon as he was. I moaned again as I thought about it, wondering what other wonderful responses he could train into my body if I gave him free reign to make me his any way he wanted.

"Mmm, by the time I'm done with you," he promised, "so many things will make you wet... so many things will make you come..."

My whole body shivered in delight. "Please," I groaned, unsure if it was what he wanted to do to me now or later that turned me on more.

He gave my nub one last stroke, feeling me struggle not to climax instantly, then used that arm to take his weight as he bent over me, wanting to be as close to me as possible to feel what was about to happen. He was already lined up right at my entrance, ready to slide inside.

"Go," was all he said, and I pushed myself back onto him as hard as I could, getting him most of the way inside me in a single extra-hard thrust. I screamed as my whole body shook and shuddered, pleasure coursing through me... and just as I started to come down from my high, I gritted my teeth and forced myself back the last couple of inches. When he was all the way inside me, a howl tore from my throat as my body tried to milk him and failed, so full of fingers and cock it was only the muscles deepest inside me that moved - enough to make up for all the parts that couldn't move, as it turned out - which was so incredible I felt like I might faint.

The earth literally moved for me, that time... or the whole house did, anyway. It might've had something to do with the loud crash I half-heard, but I was coming too hard to care. By the time I regained my senses the house had almost stopped shaking, and since it hadn't collapsed on top of us, I decided I didn't care what had happened. We had spent so long slowly stretching my body to take all of him, that I wanted to take full advantage of my relaxed, accommodating state, now the discomfort was over and it all just felt great. There was a strange rumbling sound still, but as long as the roof hadn't fallen in yet, fucking was far more important than investigating those other noises.

But as soon as he felt me finish, my mate started easing from my body.

"You can't stop," I protested. "You can't tease me that long and only let me come twice! Fuck, please keep going, John. Please!"

"Sookie, we've got co-"

"I don't care," I whined. "Please, please keep fucking me. Please." I got up from my elbows to my hands and thrust back onto him, desperate for more. He let out a choked sound but didn't stop me, and in barely a dozen hard thrusts, I was there again. As I threw my head back and screamed my pleasure, that weird rumbling finally stopped.

An instant later, something snapped inside me. For a moment I felt like I was outside my own body, seeing myself there on my knees, my face flushed with pleasure, and all I could think was 'more'. The sounds that passed from my lips... the way my breasts swayed as I moved... that slippery, squelchy noise my body was making... it all seemed like the best thing ever. I had this weird sense that this was the hottest thing that'd happened to me in weeks, and I couldn't get enough of it. The need that surged through me then was far too much to resist, and after only a moment's fight, I gave in to it completely, somehow knowing I would be rewarded with pleasure beyond my wildest dreams if I just kept going.

Quinn tried to pull away again as soon as I was done though, apologetically saying, "You'll be so mad if I -"

I let out a pained groan. "Please don't stop," I begged again. "The rumbling stopped. Keep going, please keep going."

"I want to," he confessed. "God, I want to, but -"

I decided to try a different tack. "Just once more," I whispered. "Please, just once more."

He figured another few minutes wouldn't make things any worse than they already were, and decided to oblige me. It was all about me, though: he was carefully rubbing that spot I liked with every thrust, eager to get me off as fast as he could, figuring I'd be less angry with him later if he didn't draw this out. I couldn't work out why he thought I'd be mad at him for taking so long; I loved his slow, thorough, take-all-day style - and had told him so repeatedly. If I wanted the job done fast, I'd fuck vampires. He 'heard' me clearly and chuckled, slowing down to the pace I loved best. Finally, I was getting what I really wanted: he was starting to enjoy himself too. I let go completely, making my reactions even louder and more enthusiastic - because the more I screamed, the more he got into fucking me again.

Then, I used my trump card. "Shift inside me," I pleaded. "Please, John, fuck me deeper." I heard him gasp and added, "I need all of you."

He let out a choked groan and leaned over me again, to tell me, "If I shift right now, I will do bad, bad things to you." He was reminding me what he was like in his true form; how little control he had over what he did and said.

"You promise?" I grinned, feeling how much he wanted me screaming for him, contorted in ecstasy as he drove my body to heights I'd never known before, proving once and for all that I was his. "Do that," I pleaded. "Do all of that. I'll come so hard for you, I promise."

He almost succeeded in holding back, but that last sentence undid him, and a moment later he stopped fucking me to stretch me from within as he took his true form.

I started screaming the word, "Yes," and then couldn't stop, saying it maybe a half-dozen times before I started coming, and then a few dozen more as he pushed me to peak after peak, rubbing his furry chest on my back as his prickly tongue licked the scar on my neck. I tried to bury my face in the covers to muffle my screams, but as I tried, he grunted and grabbed my hair, suddenly pulling me back to sit in his lap.

"No," he growled. "No hiding."

The change of position was putting even more pressure on that spot I loved, and I couldn't think of anything but coming again. We were both kneeling now, but with his legs outside mine my whole body weight bore down on his cock, creating the most exquisite pressure. As I started sliding up and down, he used his hand in my hair to tip my head right back, and then my mouth was full of his tongue again as he kissed me possessively. I moaned and he rewarded me by wriggling his fingers inside my ass, and with just a few short sharp bounces on him while my muscles held him tight, I was screaming my pleasure all over again. He stopped kissing me for a few seconds, and I could feel he did that because he didn't want his tongue muffling my screams, so I made even more noise than usual for him.

As I slowly came down from my high, he pulled my hair hard enough that I couldn't move any more. He was thinking how incredible my body looked like this, my breasts bouncing as I rode him, my sex completely exposed because he was behind me... I pushed my knees as far apart as I could, and once again my reward was fingers wriggling deep inside me, stoking those fires of need all over again.

"More," I gasped. "Fuck, more, please John. Please."

"Do you want to come again, beautiful?" he whispered in my ear, waiting until I nodded before he ordered me to, "Touch yourself."

I had one hand between my legs and the other tugging at my breasts in an instant, frantically pinching each nipple in turn. I felt like I was putting on a show for him, and that thought was turning me on far more than I ever expected it to. I writhed on his cock as my body flooded again, feeling his fingers move inside me. It drove me wild when he did that, pleasure surging through nerves that had felt it so rarely, making me feel more than my body could bear. He captured my mouth again then, kissing me hard to make this even better for me. In barely a minute, I got there again, and after that it was a blur of orgasms as he took full control of my body, sometimes letting me ride him, sometimes making me hold still and get myself off again.

"You're the best," I started babbling. "You're so great... so big... so great." Then I was screaming his name again, milking his cock once more.

He was being so possessive now, I couldn't help but come harder for him. My body was his to pleasure, and pleasure it he did, showing off exactly how many times he could make me come as I showed him exactly how much I loved it, screaming so loud my voice went hoarse. He wanted me to make a spectacle of myself, losing all control as he drove me to ever-greater heights of pleasure. Even when I started feeling sore, I still wanted him to keep going, but thankfully he had more sense. In the state I was in I would fuck him 'til I bled, not caring about my own weary body so long as I was pleasing my beloved.

"I love you," I gasped as we both slowed down, preparing for that one last spectacular orgasm - the best so far, because I would get to feel him coming with me, his pleasure flooding into my mind as I 'heard' him finish.

My words seemed to snap him out of his rough sex spell, and he released my hair to wrap his arm around my waist, kissing the mark on my neck as he did. He gently guided me down onto the bed so we lay on our sides, still locked together with his fingers inside me.

"Love you too," he gasped, needing to come so badly he could barely speak. "Love you so much."

His body was wrapped all around me, and we were each moving only our hips as we slowly brought each other to our final finish. I moved a hand back to stroke his high, firm ass, and he curled the arm that was underneath me up to tenderly cup one of my bruised breasts, as his lips made love to the fresh wound on my neck.

"Yours," I reminded him, right back on edge. "All yours."

"Oh, Sookie. I love you so, so much." His voice was hoarse with emotion again, and I could feel him bury his face in my hair.

"Love you too, John. Please... please come inside me... make me pregnant. Please."

I knew how hearing that would effect him, and even though that weird rumbling sound started up again for a few seconds, neither of us cared. We merged completely again, lost in a loop of mutual pleasure that simply wouldn't cut out. We were one being for the next few minutes, and the bliss we both felt was multiplied by being shared. Even when that feeling finally ebbed away, neither of us could move; we stayed curled together, needing that closeness as our new bond continued to settle.

"Sorry," he eventually murmured in my ear. "I shouldn't have done that."

I knew why he was apologizing now - I'd seen the source of the rumbling in his mind while we were joined - but I was still too high on pleasure to care. "Don't ever be sorry for fucking me like that," I purred. "That was so, so great."

I couldn't find it in me to be angry with him for what he'd just done; I knew he had no inherent sense of modesty, and if I was honest with myself, I loved that about him. He was so adorable when he wandered out of my bedroom stark naked, then remembered he had to wear clothes, came back to put on underwear, then strutted out as though his tiny shorts were a tuxedo and tails. And so hot, that he had no hang-ups about anything I might ever want, sexually. To turn around and get mad at him now would be completely hypocritical - especially because he'd tried so hard to do what I'd do in the circumstances, and I'd begged him to keep going instead.

I also knew that some small part of me had known exactly why he was trying to stop, and simply didn't care. I could blame him if I wanted, because he bit me and ordered me not to feel ashamed of anything I wanted that morning, but I knew deep down that that wasn't the real reason I decided to keep going... and because we'd just been joined, he knew it too.

I reached up and eased the blindfold away from my eyes slowly, pushing back my wildly matted mane as I did. After so long in complete darkness, even the dim lamplight was a shock to my eyes, and for a long moment all I did was blink. But as soon as I could see again, piercing blue eyes met mine. I expected a triumphant leer, because I told him only hours before that his stupid video was the closest he'd ever get to fucking me again, but he was already back in my bedroom watching me. Instead, to my shock, he wore the look people had when they were thinking, 'why did I ever let them go?' as they gazed at their ex; a look that said he would give anything to touch me again. I fought the corners of my mouth, which were trying to curl up in the kind of smile that would give away exactly how much I enjoyed that; how much it thrilled me that an ex who made so little effort to ever be with me while we were supposedly together, so clearly regretted not spending more time with me now.

We just looked at each other, and I knew that despite my best efforts to hide it, he could tell that I liked seeing him want me so much... so he kept staring at me with naked need, his eyes locked to mine despite my body being completely bare. I moved only slightly, to disentangle myself from my boyfriend, because it felt so wrong to look at my ex like that while he was still inside me. Quinn took the hint and gently slid his fingers from my body, causing a huge aftershock as the wonderful stretching pressure finally released. As the pleasure swept through me, I could feel Eric's eyes on mine, studying me.

For an instant all I wanted was to reach for him, my mind fogging with fantasies of both the beautiful men in my bedroom being inside me, filling me completely. When I opened my eyes again, I could see that he wouldn't refuse; that I could offer myself to him in any way and he would take me so gladly, so gratefully... my breath caught and silently, I was begging for exactly that.

Then I realized how wrong this whole situation was, and knew I had to do something to retain some small remnant of the modesty Gran had so carefully instilled in me...

"Go away Eric," I grumbled, trying to sound like I resented his presence. "Can't you tell when you're not wanted?"

"And miss that?" he retorted, his face suddenly blank, as though a door had slammed shut on me. "That was even more fun than listening to you this morning. You do put on an excellent show, lover." He leered at me indecently, his eyes roaming my body.

I huffed loudly and started getting out of my bed, planning to shoo him from my room like the unwelcome nuisance he was. I barely made it halfway up though, because as soon as I flicked my hair back over my shoulder, my ex started growling again. I'd reminded him why he was here, and my naked body was no longer enough to distract him. I was suddenly a foot off the ground, being held by my hair - which felt like it was going to tear from my scalp any moment, under my full body weight. Eric didn't seem to care about that though: he was studying the mark on my neck, looking more furious than I'd ever seen him.

"Put her down," Quinn ordered. "She didn't say you could do that."

"What have you done, Sookie?" Eric snarled as he dropped me back onto the bed, pushing me away from him. "What have you done?"

I knew he wouldn't like the answer.