Eric slides into Elizabeth with rigid force; Elizabeth's body still shaking and charged after feeding from her Master. She moans loudly at the sensation of him filling her again and again. She can hear him growling behind her. She knows his fangs are bared.
Reaching down to her, he slides deliciously sharp nails up the back of her thighs to her round ass and promptly spanks her again. He does not wish to allow her to forget the pain that being with him carries. Though her body is flooded with his energy and her mind intoxicated by blood, he needs to keep her here and focused. He blends the pleasure into pain and concocts a sweet mixture of them. He spanks her naked ass again leaving his undead handprint.
She shudders and whimpers from the strikes and feels her body ignite as the two aspects merge within her: pleasure to pain; pain into pleasure. She can hardly keep the two of them separate now. In her mind, Elizabeth attempts to calm herself and steer herself. She knows this is what her Master caves; his desires dark and lusts deep. She is but to serve her Lord and strives to be the servant he has chosen and to fulfill her role in his pleasure. Serving him is her only thought, her solitary need. All of her pleasures are his to take and do with as he sees fit.
He sniffs the air behind her as if he can sense the focus she is attempting; as if he can detect her inner feelings. Dragging his nails to her back, Eric creeps them down her…slicing her flesh. She howls from the pain, slow and sensual, but bites it back. The potent vitae of her Master still coursing through her immediately causes the incisions to close and Elizabeth feels the energy spirit the wounds away. In a moment of distraction, she turns her head to look at Eric and smile demurely but his supernatural reactions intervene. Speeding his hand to the back of her neck, he again shoves her, face first, to the mattress. Her moans are muffled as he holds her there, reminding her of her proper place. She willingly obeys and me moves his hand back down to join the other, leading them both to her shapely hips.
Taking firm hold of her there, he pulls her back into him, slamming into her now with ferocity and ruthlessness. Thrust after penetrating thrust, he thunders into her, using his blood-driven celerity to assume an unnatural alacrity. He is quite careful, however, he knows what might happen should he lose control. He remembers all too well the fragility humans possess and what damage he could inadvertently cause should his passions exceed his restraints. Now, with the vampire community in the open, and factoring in his care for Elizabeth specifically, he takes extra caution.
Her body writhes before him and undulates as he continues to take her. Again and again he flexes and tightens his muscles, keeping in mind where he wants to go next. His mind twists and plans; he sets a dark plan in motion toward her. His claws keep her in place, his cock keeps her filled, her muffled moans and unintelligible mutterings keep him throbbing. He feels her tighten around him, her pussy wet and hot…throbbing with pulsation…he knows it is approaching…building within her. He knows she's getting close and grins a wry, twisted grin. His hands flash from her hips to the front of her thighs, lifting her legs from the marbled floor.
Elizabeth instinctively wraps her shapely legs, bent at the knees, around Eric's torso. Her feet meet. Her ankles interlock. He remains, thrusting at this angle, her inner spot completely vulnerable to the head of his dripping cock. He rides her, rubbing that spot, that one location deep within her that he knows she loves so. This is a passion of union and he feels her writhing and he fucks her. It is a passion not only of lust but also of trust, of master and servant. It is a passion they have built, cultivated and shared. It is theirs and theirs alone. This is their communion.
Eric presses on and deeper, never allowing the pace to falter. He watches the release approaching the breaking point and deftly slows then increases the pace to force it down only to bring it back to the brink. His attentions entirely on her, he can moderate it perfectly and seems to sense the precise moment where she might just lose her control and cum regardless. Cum without permission? She dare not commit such an offense. Slyly and slowly, Eric controls her and takes her to the edge time and again. Each time, Elizabeth's voice betrays her. Clamorous moans and shuddering gasps denote the onset of the orgasm and every time, he slows and withdraws, cultivating the experience. She is completely his here and they are both sharply aware of that fact.
He relishes that fact as he edges her again and again; the peaks and valleys of sensation filling her then draining only to be filled again. Elizabeth's thoughts are spinning. Heart thunder in her breast, reality slips out of mind and focus as fleeting thoughts of "how much more" and "how much longer" slice through what remains of her thought processes. She is unable to grasp them long enough, however, to bring them to conclusion. They skip away into the night with the rest of her conceptions.
Eric reaches to his back and releases Elizabeth's ankles from their locked position. Her legs unhook as she submits to her Master's guidance and he eases away, back and out of her, drinking in her whimpers as he does. Her body is shaking from the edging and aching for release but again, before she can fully process, Eric returns to his sinister course. With motions so rapid, they are vague to human perception, Elizabeth has been flipped from face down to now facing the ceiling still in Eric's powerful hands. With a grin that is half grimace and half foreboding, he maintains his grip on her supple form, still suspending her in the air above the bed. He pulls her back onto him and easily as his rigid cock re-enters her drenched pussy and holding her aloft, fucks her harder than she has ever been before…not even by him.
It is hard, fast, and feral in form, nearly brutal in function. She gasps more as he growls deeper. Eric's hands on her waist, just above the curves of her hips, he holds there as he takes her over and over; again and again. Suspending her there, fucking her there, he feels the rise of her orgasm screaming to her surface and this time, promotes it. Thrusting as hard and deeply as he can, rubbing his head across her g-spot again and again, Eric snaps her body up to meet Elizabeth torso to torso and there, applies the finishing touch. Fangs extended in primal lust, he leans in, slides his lips over her throat, and finds his favorite place. With a crisp snap, Eric's sharp canines easily break Elizabeth's skin, puncturing and penetrating into her flesh. Is his youth, Eric might have allowed a slight trickle to slip from his lips. But after a thousand years, he has learned perfectly how to maintain proper pressure and suction. There is no drop wasted. Her blood flows through his fangs and into his dark bloodstream. His mouth fills with the warm vitae that does not make it into his fangs. He drinks her, moaning.
Elizabeth feels his fangs inside her flesh, draining her, and she feels her skin on fire. Her body feels as though it might explode at any moment and her abdomen tightens. The orgasm is in the pit of her stomach and she swallows again and again, attempting to quell it sharply. It quickly spreads up to her throat and she knows she cannot take much more. Eric is unrelenting in his assault of her. His fucking of her unceasing; his drinking of her increasing in force; she cannot take anymore. She must cum.
"Please, my Lord, please…may I cum for you, may I cum for you?" Elizabeth pleads in a shaky but driven voice.
Eric does not answer but mere swallows her once more. She can feel her blood passing through to him. The walls inside of her begin to clench and spasm. It IS coming and she is losing control.
"Master…PLEASE, let me cum, E, please, please let me cum, let me cum for you, Master, please let me cum!" she begs and begs under the ferocity of that which is Eric.
He pulls his fangs from her but does not retract them. Humans actually do not know that when this aroused or filled with rage, it takes a great deal of focus and effort to pull them in. Eric doesn't even try right now. His tongue reaches through the fangs and he licks her blood from his lips. It's almost a hiss which emanates from his mouth:
"Yes, Little One, yes you may cum for me. Cum, my dear, cum NOW!" Eric responds.
It doesn't take long. The orgasm reaches her surface and explodes from Elizabeth. Her head snaps up as she moans in staccato "oh"'s and "yes, Master" 's punctuated with a high pitched scream as her hands reach to his back. Her nails dig deeply, clawing from middle to sides. Eric plunges his fangs back into her and drinks deeply again as he dangles her there; driving himself into her, prolonging her orgasm for as long as he can. Her climax spikes to its apex but does not fall. He holds it there, his blood pouring through her holds it there. It does not descend for several long moments. Elizabeth's body shudders, earthquakes of ecstasy erupt from within as Eric keeps the sensations from declination. She has never been taken here, not to this level and wonders how long she can endure. The sharpness of her mind begins to fade and blur. Visions become hazy images without edges. Sounds become muffles and whispers lost in the shadows sliding across the floor and scurrying into corners.
The orgasmic light begins to fade from her mind and she feels herself slipping into the dark of the after.
Here, in the after, Eric knows lies the most crucial time, the need to bring his Elizabeth back. Snatching her into his potent arms, he spins her and lays her gently onto the bed. The quivers throughout her body belie her calm, outward appearance. Instantly, her hands take hold of the comforter and the quivers become tremors. He watches as the orgasm lingers, spreading through her. She still cannot see the world clearly indeed, it might very well not exist to her. She is in the dark, a sullen place the pain has taken her. All Elizabeth is acutely aware of is Eric and that he is here with her. She can feel his presence next to her as he lies down and strokes her face. Moving sweat-soaked hair from her delicate face, he speaks.
"Elizabeth," his voice begins. "I am so very proud of you. You took me well. You are a very good girl, my Elizabeth and I am proud that you have come here with me. I am proud that you call me Master."
His shadowy voice reaches her ears as her body, shattered from sensory overload, still quivers. He traces the lines of her jaw line from her ear to her chin then outlines her lips. Her eyes are pressed shut and he listens to her heart as she attempts to right herself. He can hear the blood pushing through veins and arteries and feels the air from her begin to regulate and steady; Elizabeth's breathing slows. Again, Eric speaks to her in low, soft tones.
"Look at me, my Little One," and her eyes flicker open gradually. "Look at me, my dear, look into me. I am well aware that you are immune somehow to my power here but I want to see you."
She turns her head in a slight motion and forces herself to focus on her Master's eyes. Dark and brooding, Eric's eyes are there to meet hers. There had been no explanation forthcoming as to why she cannot be glamored but Eric fills his gaze with the energies regardless. There is one brief instant where he believes he has taken her, control here for the first time. The he sees her playful smile form. He answers with his wry grin.
"You know that doesn't work on me, my Lord," Elizabeth utters in a tottery voice.
"I know my love, my Lady, but YOU know I will always have to try," he responds, lifting his eyebrows slyly and tilting his head toward her. "I am so very proud of you, you did very, very well tonight."
"All of my pleasures are yours, my Master. Yours to take and do with as you see fit. My only wish is to serve you and have your pride fall upon me," Elizabeth says.
"You have done that. Trust and believe in what I tell you," Eric replies.
Elizabeth's eyes flutter uncontrollably and Eric sees sleep encroaching undeniably.
"My dear, daylight approaches and we both need rest," he speaks to her, "and these windows are sealed. This house is guarded. We will both be quite safe here."
With one last loving glance, Eric folds the arms of his night around her, pulling her tightly to him. He smiles as he hears slumber takes her and lets slip himself into his unnatural sleep.