Author's Notes: I do not own any of these characters, they are entirely owned by their creator, Charlaine Harris. ****Warning! This chapter contains very explicit adult situations...proceed at your own risk!!!! What is a honeymoon, without some steamy scenes?

Chapter 54

Sookie's POV

The next day, I woke just about glued to the side of my resting vampire. Upon taking inventory, I found that I was actually a little sore from the prior night's vigorous activities. I guessed maybe I needed a little more of Eric's blood. That thought led me to fantasizing about a mutual blood exchange, and even after all the crazy lovemaking of the night before I felt myself getting aroused. Wow, since we arrived here, my libido seemed to have ratcheted up several notches, and I wondered if that was also a side effect that the Islands had on fairies. I felt like I was wandering around in a sexual haze.

I also thought back on our last encounter, and tried to figure out how I felt about it. Finally I decided that Eric was right; whatever two married people want to do together was just their own business, and as long as he didn't get too wild, I guessed I might as well see where a thousand years of experience would get us. As I lay next to him, I absently ran my hand up and down his cool body, but of course there was no response. Well, unless I wanted to go around frustrated all day, I had better get my mind on other things!

Reluctantly, I rolled myself out of bed, and showered and dressed. The downside of being on a boat was that there was no gigantic bathtub to soak in. I really did miss our tub! After tucking in my vampire, I went into the galley and fixed some coffee. I saw Eric's cell phone and another book lying on the table. I grabbed some fruit and my coffee, and headed up top.

It was another breathtakingly spectacular day, and the warm gentle breeze greeted me as I stepped into the brilliant sunshine. I could see Shaun sitting cross-legged on the front deck, doing something to the end of a rope….er, line.

Brightly, I called out, "Good morning!"

He looked up, gave me a grin, and returned my greeting, "Good morning! Did you enjoy the party last night?"

I walked up to the front of the boat, and sat near him. I replied, "Yep, and for a girl from Louisiana, it was really different! What a scene! Do they really do that once a month?"

Smiling, he said, "Oh, yes, I think it pours huge amounts of cash into the local economy. I figured you would have a good time! Now, as soon as Jack gets back from the crew boat, we will be moving over to Soper's Hole, which is on the west end of Tortola."

It was such a beautiful day, and there was a nice breeze, so I asked eagerly, "Are we going to sail?"

He shook his head and said, "No, because when under sail, the boat can tilt over at a pretty steep angle, and Mr. Northman might end up rolled right out onto the floor. No offense, but I really don't want him mad at me."

Well, dang. I was really looking forward to trying it out. I said, 'So, will we ever get the sails up? I notice that the winds lay down in the evening."

Shaun looked up to the sky, thought for a minute, and then said, "Actually, the forecast for tomorrow evening is predicting a pretty good breeze all night. Why don't you ask Jack? Here he comes now."

The Were captain was just pulling up in the crew dinghy, and Shaun went down to grab the line and pull him in. After they had secured the little boat, we all sat together in the cockpit and talked over our plans for the next couple of days. I told him that I knew Eric would love to get the sails up, if at all possible, and he said that he would plan a sailing trip for the following evening, and would even stay to captain the trip himself.

Before long, it was time to move the Starlight to our next anchorage, Soper's Hole. It was only a short trip motoring over, so we should be there in plenty of time for me to meet Faeryn. It took just a second for me to pop from one place to the other, anyhow.

Actually, I was looking forward to the trip over to the next anchorage, because Jack and Shaun had said they would help me to learn about sailing. Jack showed me all about the different gauges and instruments, and showed me the proper procedure for starting the engine. After we had cast off from our mooring and gotten underway, Shaun took me around and pointed to all the parts of the boat, and told me the proper names. There was absolutely no way I could remember it all, but they said that was normal.

Once we were out in the open water Jack even let me steer some, which was loads of fun; and all too quickly we arrived at our destination. This cove was already fairly full of boats, and once again we were moored on the last row of mooring balls. By the time we were all tied up and secured, it was lunch time; and instead of going to shore I fixed us all a little something to eat on board. During lunch the men regaled me with amusing tales of previous cruises gone awry. Before I knew it, it was nearly time for me to go and meet Faeryn. Yawning, I told them both that I was going to go take a nap, and that I would see them later. I figured that it was unlikely they would ever discover that I was gone.

Going down to our stateroom, I changed into some white shorts and a blue halter top. I kissed my sleeping vampire, and made sure he was covered. I placed my cellphone in a waterproof zip-loc bag, just in case! I centered myself, and tried to summon my energies. I focused on my destination, and it only took me two tries before "pop"! I was standing on Sandy Cay! Woo Hoo! I had done it on my own!

Behind me, I heard some enthusiastic clapping; and I turned to see Faeryn, stretched out on one of a pair of lounge chairs, situated under a colorful beach umbrella. Today she was wearing a cute aqua top and a pristine pair of white Capri pants. Her jewelry was made of turquoise and tiny pearls. She exclaimed, "Brava, Sookie! I am so proud of you! Come sit by me and we'll talk over today's lesson."

I took the unoccupied chair, and she said, "All right, you told me of your experiences with your attacker, and with the fangbanger at your vampire's club. Both of these incidents occurred when you were angry. Being able to project the force of your magic in self-defense is a very practical skill, and one the Prince is especially anxious for you to learn to control. Now, let me begin by explaining…."

*****

My lesson went on for the next two hours, and by that time, I was completely exhausted. I had practiced on focusing my magical energy to a particular point, and then projecting it. I had not practiced on a live subject, but a series of objects that Faeryn had conjured up for "target practice." Things had gotten out of hand a couple of times. Once, I had missed the target and several fish had floated to the surface of the nearby water, clearly stunned; another time, I had set a dry palm tree on fire, which my tutor had quickly extinguished with a wave of her hand. After that, she taught me how to turn down the amperage a little.

She cautioned me, "Remember, Sookie, it is easier for you to use and control your magic here, in these Islands. It may be much more unpredictable when you return home. As you age, and with practice, you will eventually be much more in command of your gifts."

It sounded to me like I would be riding the bicycle with the training wheels on for quite awhile, so to speak, but at least I felt I was gaining a little ground here. We sat and stared out at the water for a few minutes; and I realized that I had not asked my beautiful tutor much about herself, so I asked, "Faeryn, do you live here all the time? What do you do?"

She smiled, and said, "Yes, my dear, I live on Tortola and have a little art gallery in Road Town. I sell my paintings and jewelry that I make. In fact, I made what I'm wearing now."

Wow! She must be very talented, unless…

She could tell what I was thinking, and said, "No, little one. Art is my gift, not part of my magic. Not all fairies are artists, but all they do love art."

I told her how much I had admired her jewelry. She laughed merrily and said, "I will have to make something special for my new fairy-sister Sookie. I always wanted a little sister! Now, I can tell you are weary, and should rest. Using your magical energies can be exhausting at first! Shall we plan a lesson for tomorrow? Your yacht is anchored in Soper's Hole, correct?"

I nodded, and she continued, "For tomorrow's lesson, we will need a live subject."

Ack! Remembering the burning palm tree and the poor floating fish, I asked timidly, "Are you sure I'm ready for that?"

The lovely half-fairy gave me her musical laugh, and said, "Quite sure. I promise, this will be easier than anything you have attempted so far! I will meet you at a restaurant called Brewster's, to the left of the marina. Be sure and bring one of your guards…preferably that gorgeous shifter! He's quite the little hottie, isn't he? I'm surprised your vampire lets him around you; the undead are all so possessive!"

Come to think of it, I guess that Eric had never even laid eyes on Shaun, because the shifter always worked days. It wouldn't matter though, because now we were Twice-Bonded and married; how much more attached to him could I get without surgery?

I just grinned and said, "If you think my bodyguard is a hottie, you should see my vampire! Actually, Shaun kind of looks like Eric, just not as…impressive!"

"Spoken like a true newly-wed!" she teased. "I suppose I may never get the chance to find out. Even though I'm not full blooded, vampires make me very nervous. My scent is very strong here in the Islands."

Shaking my head, I said, "Well, as a matter of fact, I was going to bring that up. Eric says that my blood tastes more strongly of fairy lately and that he seems to be getting somewhat immune to it. He even says he doesn't have the urge to drain my cousin Claudine anymore when he's around her, and she's full-blooded. Do you know anything about that?"

Thoughtfully, she tapped her bottom lip with one perfectly manicured fingertip. Finally she said, "As you age and your magic becomes stronger, so will the Fae component in your blood. That is quite natural. Due to the Royal bloodline, it may become very strong indeed! The magic created during the Second Bonding must have been quite powerful, and that combined with continued blood exchanges with your ancient vampire must be making yours even more concentrated.

None of that particularly surprises me, but the immunity that the Viking claims…that is unprecedented, as far as I know. I understand that the Second Bonding allows you to take as much of his blood as you want without danger of being turned. Who knows? Perhaps this is a similar safeguard, which will allow him to have your fairy blood with danger of wanting to drain you. I wonder if it gives him immunity from only your blood relations or to all fairies in general. Either way, he is extremely unique!"

Huh. I guessed we were unique, just like everyone kept saying. Faeryn stood up, waved her hand at the umbrella and chairs, which promptly disappeared, and said, "All right, go back to your vampire, and I'll see you tomorrow!"

I thought of Eric's perfectly fine body, just waiting for me back in our cabin, and this time had no trouble at all poofing back to him.

*******

I spent the rest of the afternoon reading, sunning, and napping on the Starlight. I could hardly wait until first dark, and of course I jumped on my Viking the minute he opened his eyes. He grinned broadly and said, "You must have had a good time today. You seem to be in a good humor."

Enthusiastically, I told him all about my day. He lay with his hands behind his head, and smiled at my stories indulgently. He said, "I'm happy that you are enjoying your days, and I know I am enjoying our nights."

He pulled me in for a kiss that somehow led to another, then another, and pretty soon we were getting started on yet another fantastic evening.

******

Eric's POV

I wake to my Bonded jumping on top of me and kissing me passionately. She is bubbling with good cheer. These Islands clearly agree with her and I vow to bring her back here often. Now I am especially glad that the ban against vampires in the Islands has been lifted. Not only is her magic stronger here, so is her fairy taste, and also her libido. A win-win combination all around, as far as I can see.

Last night was completely incredible. She is so trusting, and so very willing to please me. I know she is somewhat shy in some ways, due to her upbringing, and needs a little coaxing. I want to train her to be able to ask me for anything, because then I can please her even more. All she will have to do is whisper it in my ear, and it will be done. I have a few ideas on how to get her past her few inhibitions, and I intend to start tonight. I am hoping for her sake that by the time we return to Louisiana, she will have lost some of her shyness.

For someone of her age, she seems curiously innocent; and I am certain that she has just had the misfortune of having lovers that have not taken enough time with her. The idea of being the one to teach her the art of physical love is wonderful to me. I have always prided myself on my abilities as far as sex was concerned, and I have always given my sexual partners great pleasure. The difference with this relationship is that I actually love her, a first for me. In fact, the word love seems completely inadequate for what it is that we feel for each other.

This trip has been the perfect time for us to learn about each other, and so far I have enjoyed every minute of it. I think back to the Full Moon Party, and I have to smile to myself. In my mind's eye I can see her dancing and jumping around and laughing like a maniac, while surrounded by a veritable sea of humanity in what the locals very imaginatively call a bar. I enjoyed speaking German to the vampires I ran into, because I like to keep up my language skills. Northern Louisiana doesn't present all that many opportunities to do so. If all goes to plan in New Orleans, perhaps the future will hold more chance of travel. I would like to show Sookie some of the world, now that we vampires can travel openly.

Last night, I was unwilling to go with the others to the vampire's cove because quite honestly for once I have rather enjoyed being away from others of my kind. I was a little afraid to take Sookie there, because right now her fairy scent is so strong; no sense tempting fate. Anyway, she has quite enough vampires chasing after her back home. It would be my luck that a pack of them would follow her back to Louisiana.

For another thing, I am trying to give Sookie a little break from the vampire world. Well, except for me. When we return, she will be completely immersed in it right up to her lovely neck; and I have seen over the years that she has a definite limit as to how much of our company she can tolerate, especially when we are not bothering to hide our truer natures. I am afraid New Orleans is certain to be one of those occasions; but now that she is my Bonded, she will have to learn to accept some of our ways even though they may seem…wrong to her human sensibilities.

I have been enjoying this special time with my new wife, and understand now why the humans take these wedding retreats. I have come to know her so much better, and I think she catches glimpses of the side of me that she first came to love.

Perhaps just as importantly, this trip has allowed me the opportunity to step back and take stock of all that has happened in the last year. I have genuinely relaxed for the first time in many years, and it has cleared my thinking to a remarkable degree. The timing of this trip proved to be perfect, because I needed to be certain that what I am about to do in New Orleans is the correct path.

I listen to Sookie tell me animatedly about her daytime adventures. I am very glad she is enjoying herself. I love to see her brilliant smile! I am especially interested to hear about her lessons in magic. Even for a vampire, fairy magic is a strange and mysterious thing, and I will be most interested to see how powerful she actually becomes over the years; just as long as she does not use any of her fairy tricks on me, that is! Her ability to communicate with me during my daytime rest is nothing short of miraculous and I believe unprecedented. If it is any indication of her eventual strength, she might well be more magical than even Niall anticipated.

Just watching how happy and animated she is makes me want her, and I can feel myself stirring. One of the many pleasures of this relationship is waking to a gorgeous, amorous partner and willing donor, all rolled into one; I have come to treasure this daily ritual. I have scheduled the arrival of our ride to the night dive so as to allow plenty of time for thorough lovemaking, and I intend to begin right now. I pull her to me and begin to taste her sweet mouth, and then other things.

*****

Sookie's POV

After our lovemaking, my new husband said, "My love, it is nearly time for our night dive, so put on that pretty orange bathing suit and let us prepare to go. You need to eat something light before we leave. There will be someone here to pick us up in about half an hour."

I did as he suggested, and then we went topsides and waited for our ride. I told Eric all about the plans for the sailing trip scheduled for the following evening, and he was very excited by the prospect. Quite a few minutes later than expected, an ancient man of color pulled alongside our sailboat in a rather old and beat up wooden motor boat. He peered up at Eric rather suspiciously and said, "You de vamp dat want de ride t' de night dive?"

I was expecting a sharp reply, but my new relaxed-Eric just smiled and said, "Yes, I am. This is my wife, Sookie."

I stepped up to the side of the boat, leaned over the life-line and smiled down at the old man. He took one look at me and a wide grin split his weathered face. He said, "Good ev'nen to you, m'lady! You be one of de old ones, right?"

I supposed by "one of the old ones" he meant he knew I was part fairy. He looked back at Eric and frowned. He said rather disapprovingly, "Dis vamp, he really you husband?"

I laughed out loud and then said, "Yes, he is really my husband!"

The old man just shook his head in apparent dismay. He said, "Vamps no good for de old ones, m'lady. They be dang'rous!"

I could see Eric roll his eyes and sigh exaggeratedly. I smiled kindly at the old man and winked. I said, "Oh, this one just looks big and mean. He is really as gentle as a kitten, and he takes very good care of me."

Now it was Eric's turn to look a little dismayed. I doubted anyone in the past thousand years or so had ever referred to him as kittenish. Anyway, the old fellow helped me into his little beat-up boat, and Eric flew down and landed so gently he barely caused the boat to rock. I think he did it just to show off. He had a bag full of my snorkel gear in one hand, which he proceeded to stow behind one seat.

We sat on a bench in the front of the little boat, and the man gunned the motor and away we went. It was a beautiful evening, and the moon was still nearly full so that I could see fairly well. In fact, I had noticed recently that my night vision seemed to be improving. We rode for quite awhile, and I just enjoyed bouncing along in the stiff salt breeze, holding hands with my vampire. I could tell he was having a good time, too.

Finally, we approached the end of what looked to be a cove in a small islet. There was a string of boats riding at anchor in a long line. With their anchoring lights on, they looked like jewels floating on the dark water that was surrounding them. This was a night dive set up specifically for vampires. The water was so clear here and vampires could see so well at night that they really didn't need artificial lights even under water. Any artificial lights were really more for the human companions.

We had pulled closer in to shore than many of the other boats since I could only snorkle, and the old man said, "De reef for de dive is 'long dere (he pointed) and de water be deep just past dere (he indicated about the second boat in the string)." He hauled out a battery operated underwater light, and handed it to me. He pointed to a point just off the beach. He said, "De snorkel be best ober dere, but not so good a' night. Dive better a' night."

Eric grabbed my bag of snorkel stuff, and said, "Come on, I'll get you started."

We waded in to shore and then walked down the beach towards the shallow end of the reef. I put on my all gear, which he seemed to find highly amusing. We swam out to the shallow end of the reef. He paddled around with me for a little while, and we saw some amazing fish, corals, and other sea life; but I could tell he was just itching to get out into the deeper water. I said, "Honey, go on. I'll be fine. If I get tired, I'll either go back to the boat, or just wait for you on the beach."

He nodded in agreement and said, "Call me if you need me," and then dove back down and swam rapidly toward the deeper water. I went back to exploring the reef. Frankly, the old guy was right. It was a lot more fun to snorkel in the daytime. It was almost eerie at night, especially by myself. I sat on the beach for awhile, just watching the other boats riding at anchor.

There was one sailboat anchored near the middle of the flotilla that reminded me of the Starlight. I could see a vampire with long dark hair sitting on the back platform, dangling his feet in the water. Before long, a blond head bobbed up out of the water, and he reached in and pulled out a beautiful blonde girl in a tiny thong bikini.

She gave him a big kiss, and he patted her bottom fondly. I smiled to myself, and wondered if they were on their honeymoon, too. Just then, I was surprised to see another head bob to the surface, and another vampire male pulled himself up onto the platform. He had a knock-out build, but must be fairly young, because his dark blond hair was cut in a modern short cut. The girl had gone to get him a towel, and began to dry him off. He stood, and then pulled her to him for a passionate kiss!

I drew in my breath, waiting for the bloodshed that was certain to follow. I was completely unprepared for what happened next. The dark-haired vampire walked casually up behind her, and although she still had her arms wrapped around the blond male's neck, the dark one ran his hands around her body and began to caress her breasts. He snugged himself in close behind her, and I could see that she was slowly rubbing her ass back and forth against his manhood.

Did they not realize that everyone anchored nearby could see them? I blushed, but found that I absolutely could not tear my eyes away from this wild scene. I could hear the blond vampire laughing, the sounds coming clearly across the water. He took her arms from around his neck and lowered them to her sides, while the other one untied her bikini top. The blond vampire lowered his head to her ample breasts and began to suckle, while the dark one ran one hand between her legs and pushed aside the tiny strap of fabric of her thong; and by the way she was squirming I knew he was caressing her nub.

Much to my dismay, I suddenly realized that my own little hootchie had become wet and throbbing. I realized that I was holding my breath, and slowly let it out. The blond vampire stood up straight, and easily picked the girl up. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he carried her down below, closely followed by the other male. I found myself sort of wondering what exactly they were going to do next, then mentally chastised myself for such unladylike thoughts! What was I doing watching all that ? I was just…bad!

Not a minute later, two more heads popped up out of the water, and a vampire woman and what appeared to be a human man climbed onto the back deck; and soon they, too, went below. Finally, I realized what I was seeing…it was a nest. Bill had told me about them, and said that the vampires of the nest almost always shared their humans. I thought he had meant just for blood, but apparently not.

Now that that completely erotic little sideshow was over, I lay back on the sand and just watched the stars for awhile, and fantasized about my Viking. After awhile, I figured I had better go on back to the boat before I saw anything else that I wasn't expecting! As I waded back out to the old wooden boat, the old man took my gear, and helped pull me in. In his thick Island patois, he said, "M'lady, you gun t' call de big fish now?"

I was having a little trouble understanding him, but I didn't want to offend the old guy; so I sat and thought about it and then repeated, "Oh! Am I going to call the big fish?" I had no idea what fish he meant, and how could I call a fish, anyhow?

He nodded, and grinned. He said, "De big fish, him no like vamps dat much. But dey lub de old ones!" I translated in my mind the big fish don't like vamps, but they love the old ones. Hmmmm.

I said, "What kind of big fish? How do I call it?"

He peered at me like I was kind of slow, but then he said, "I see you be a young 'un, an' neber call de fish. De dolphin (he made the motion of a dolphin jumping in and out of the waves) he lub de old ones. You jus' git in de wader, and t'ink hard, an' he come t' you."

It sounded interesting, but a little scary. As much as I loved dolphins, they were huge. I asked somewhat nervously, "They are very big. Will they hurt me?"

He cackled and slapped his knee. He replied, "No, m'lady! He lub you! He let you hold him fin, and swim wit' him! Call him, you see!"

I guessed it was worth a try, so I slid back into the water and waded out away from the boat a little ways, until I was about chest-deep. I concentrated for a long time on a mental picture of the dolphin I had seen around our boat, and then looked around. Nothing! I looked back at the old man and shrugged. He called out to me, "Gib him time, he soon come!"

Sure enough, a few minutes later, I could see a dark motion out in the deeper water. I could see several shapes, coming to the surface and then disappearing. Suddenly, not twenty feet in front of me popped up the head of a dolphin. He chattered at me "eee eee eee!" I stood very, very still and he put his head down and swam slowly towards me. Behind him, I could sense there were others.

He circled me, and I gasped at how big he seemed once he was close. He was much bigger than I was! I tentatively put out one hand and he slid under my hand. His skin felt soft and smooth, almost like rubber. Out of the blowhole on the top of his head, I heard a gentle puff of air. My heart was beating like crazy. How cool! He swam around again and this time sort of gently nudged me with his snout. I petted him, and he rolled onto his side and looked at me with one big eye, and seemed to wink! I thought dolphins had black eyes, but this one's was an unusual shade of gray. Wait! Now, where had I seen eyes that color?….Oh!... Shaun!

I never knew exactly how much shifters or Weres could understand me when in their animal forms, but it was worth a try. I said out loud, "Shaun! Is that you?"

He replied, "Eeee Eeeeeeeee!"

I took that as a yes. Somehow knowing it was him made the whole thing less scary. He swam in another large circle, and then came and hovered nearby. I reached out and held onto his large top fin, and off we went. He pulled me around in a circle slowly, and then once I had centered myself, he took off like a shot! I was holding on for dear life! I could see that other dolphins had come to join us and were swimming alongside. This was just about the most amazing thing I had ever done, next to flying with Eric.

Our little pod swam around in large circles for quite awhile, and then I realized time was getting away from me and Eric might be wondering where I had gone. I sort of doubted the old fellow on the boat would tell him a thing, either. I called out to Shaun, "I need to get back now!" and thought it about it pretty hard, too, just for good measure.

Sure enough, he circled back around and before I knew it we were back near the old wooden boat. I let go of him, and he sort of stood half-way out of the water, and waved both his flippers at me. He said, "Eeee Eee Eeeeeeee!" and then dove back into the water. He and the rest of the pod swam off towards the open sea.

I paddled back to the boat, and the old fellow was grinning to beat the band. As he helped me in, he said, "See, m'lady? Dey lub you!"

I hated to be the one to break it to him that the one that I had been interacting with the most was not strictly speaking a dolphin, except part-time. However, the others had seemed friendly enough, so maybe even if Shaun hadn't been there, I would have gotten a ride anyhow.

I was pleasantly tired from my adventure, and just lay in the front seat of the boat and closed my eyes, and drowsed. Before I knew it, a dripping vampire was standing over me. He said, "Hello, Lover. Did you have fun? I wish you could have come with me. It was very beautiful."

I smiled, and said, "Oh, I had a wonderful time." I looked back at the old man, and he was shaking his head violently from side to side. I could see that he didn't want me to tell the vampire about calling the dolphins, so I figured I would just tell Eric all about it later.

It was time to go back to the Starlight, and so we did. On the way, Eric held me in his lap and nuzzled me and we kissed and laughed and generally acted like newlyweds. After we were unloading my gear, my vampire took me in his arms and flew me onto the deck, and set me down gently. The old boatman watched all this carefully, and as he was casting off to leave, he called to me, "Goo' Bye, m'lady. Him ain't too bad for a vamp!"

The vampire in question said dryly, "High praise, indeed. Now, my love, why don't we go and have a shower? I'll help you wash your hair."

*******

After our shower, I stood in the little bathroom and toweled my hair dry. I looked around and wondered where my vampire had gotten off to, so I pulled on some panties and tied one of my wraps around myself. I went out into the main cabin, and noticed that he had turned all of the cabin lights off. There was still plenty of light coming through the portholes for me to see well enough to move around, though.

From across the cabin, I heard a deep voice say softly, "Hello, my lover. Come sit with me."

In the shadows, I could see him sitting on the built-in sofa, and he had not put on any clothes after our shower. My goodness, he looked so good sitting there! His long blond hair was brushed straight back away from his face, and he was giving me the sexy-Eric seduction smile. Oh God! My girl parts started heating up immediately. He looked so very…masculine sitting there, and I could see quite clearly he was already aroused. I was drawn to him like a hummingbird to nectar. When I reached him, he held out his arms and said "Sit here, between my legs."

I didn't know what he was up to, but I was willing to find out; so I sat down between his legs. He pulled my back against his cool muscular chest and held me in place with one arm, and I could feel the hardness of his erection pressed between us. He whispered in my ear, "I want to make you scream for me, my little fairy. I want to make you cum for me."

He untied the wrap from around my chest, and pulled it clear from between us. I could feel his wonderful skin next to my bare back and I sighed in pleasure. He ran his hand lightly around the outside edges of my panties, and stroked my mound through the thin fabric a few times. He then slid one long finger up under the fabric and stroked my folds slowly from one end to the other. Oh…oh….wow! I was instantly wet.

He blew in my ear a little and whispered sexily, "Did that make you wet, lover? Do you want more?"

I nodded, unwilling to speak and break the erotic spell he was weaving. He took both hands, and ripped the sides of my panties, and then pulled them free and tossed them aside. He wrapped both arms around me at my waist, and with with his fingers he was lightly stroking my mound and my inner thighs. Every so often, he would graze my neck and shoulders with his fangs. Each time, it would send chills through my whole body and I would shiver. I was longing for him to touch me on my nub, and my hootchie was throbbing in anticipation.

Again, next to my ear, he murmured, "Do you want me to touch you? If so, you have to say it."

I nodded my head yes, but he said, "No, lover, you have to ask me."

Oh dear! I didn't care that we had been having spectacular sex for months now, it was one thing to do it and quite another to say it. I began to blush like crazy, and shook my head. He chuckled down in his chest, and in that low deep voice that sent shivers through me he said softly, "You are my wife and my Bonded, and I want to give you pleasure. You can ask me for anything and I will do it, but you must learn to trust me enough to ask."

All the while he had kept up lightly running his fingers around my mound, but not touching me where I most wanted. I felt like I was about ready to burst into flames from wanting his touch. Finally, I summoned enough courage to whisper, "Eric, touch me please?"

Unrelenting, he said, "Where?"

Ah! He was going to drive me mad! I could feel my face was burning with embarrassment, but the rest of my body was burning with need. In the softest voice I could manage, I finally said, "Please baby, stroke my clit."

"Gladly. Is this where you like it?" He took one long finger and ran it through my wet folds, until he found just the right spot. He began to rub it in a small circular motion, then back and forth, but very slowly. Oh, dear god! I couldn't help it, I moaned out loud.

Again, I heard his soft chuckle and he said, "Ah, very nice. You feel so hot and wet. Does this feel good? Is that how you like it?"

Ah…ah…it felt amazing, but after a minute of that slow, slow rubbing I really wanted him to speed it up. He of course knew it, and he whispered sexily, "Say it! Tell me what you like!"

Again, as softly as I could, I begged, "Rub me faster, please. Ah…."

He complied, and for a minute I just lay back against him and squirmed against his talented hand. Before I could reach my climax though, he leaned us both forward slightly and using the other hand, he slid his middle finger up inside me. He slid it in and out a few times, seeming to feel inside me, and then…oh, wow! He had found it! He started tapping lightly on some special hidden spot inside me, and it felt absolutely incredible. He had never stopped rubbing my clit with his other hand, either.

He could tell I was nearly speechless with pleasure, but he said, "Say it, Sookie. Say, Eric, make me cum."

I was past caring what I said at this point, so I panted out, "Please! Eric, please! Make me cum for you!" In another minute, I did just that. I could feel my muscles spasm around his fingers and I saw flashes of red and gold as I climaxed. After what seemed like one of the longest orgasms of my life, I lay back limply in his arms, twitching and panting. He said, "I just love it when you cum for me. Now, I am going to tell you what I want."

I nodded this time because I really couldn't speak; my mind was total mush. He was gently rubbing my nipples, which were still hard as rocks. After giving me a few minutes to recuperate, he said, "I want you to turn around and straddle me, but just sit on my lap."

I did, and he kissed me deeply, with one of his world-class kisses. He said, "Now, I want you to put your sweet little pussy over me, but just tease me a little. I love it when you do that!"

After the orgasm he had just given me, I was ready to do anything he wanted, so I did just exactly what he told me. I found that him telling me out loud what to do was completely erotic. He was rubbing my breasts, and suckling them. He moaned as I teased his tip. He looked into my eyes and said, "Now, lower yourself very slowly onto my cock. Slowly!"

I complied, and as I took more and more of his hardness in, he moaned and said, "Ah! Yes...you feel so hot and swollen wrapped around me! Now, ride me, Sookie."

I started to rock back and forth grinding my clit into him on the forward motion. After a few minutes of that, he held my hips up and began thrusting into me in earnest. I could feel the lust and desire and love bouncing back and forth between us through our Bond, and it was so hot! I felt like I was just on fire! I could feel that we were both getting closer to our completion, and his eyes had never left mine. His blue eyes were glittering and he told me, "I want you to feed from me, because it makes me cum so hard."

Well, I wanted the exact same thing. I wanted to please him as much as he had pleased me. I wanted to feel his sweet thick blood on my tongue, and I was aching to feel his fangs in me as well. He held his wrist to his mouth and I heard the little crunch, then he put it to my mouth. I immediately started to suck, not timidly like I once had, but hard, because I knew that was what he wanted. I leaned forward, and allowed him to bite into my breast and once he began to feed, that was it for both of us. In the midst of my own orgasm, I could feel him filling me, and he lifted his head from my breast, threw it back and howled.

Each time we had done the mutual blood exchange, it seemed to get more intense. The pleasure that rolled back and forth was just...indescribable. I finally just laid forward and put my full weight on him, and he wrapped both arms around me and held me to him. I have never been so spent. He murmured hoarsely into my ear, his lovely accent thick, "I love you, wife. In my long life, no one has ever pleased me more." We sat just like that, completely still, for a long time; and eventually I feel asleep in his arms.