Dark Desire – Chapter 7
Twenty minutes before daybreak, Eric Northman stood over Katy Jones' bed and looked down at her. The bedroom was lit by the low light of her bedside lamp, but with his vampire eyesight, he didn't need the light to see the woman clearly. She was partially covered by a bed sheet. Her face was relaxed and peaceful. She seemed so innocent and without a care in the world. He leaned down and inhaled her sweet scent, only this time his own scent blended in with hers. He loved their combined bouquet. He nipped his finger and smeared blood up inside her swollen channel. She didn't wake or move a muscle. He had sexed her thoroughly tonight; she was sleeping deeply and her tender, sore flesh needed the curative relief his blood would give her.
The last few hours had been the most amazing of his life. At 2am he had embraced Katy in the parking lot outside of the Gonzales Clinic. He had just stopped Katy from being beaten up by an unwanted suitor. He intended to find out just who that cur was. Once he did, that man would never bother his woman again. Now, as he stood there, this woman felt forever a part of him, even though he had not formed a blood bond with her.
At first Katy cried in his arms, and then she kissed him. Her kiss was his undoing. "Where do you live?" he'd asked her. Within ten minutes they were standing on her porch. She lived about ten miles north of Oakville on a dirt road that paralleled the Belle Chasse Highway. She lived about 10 miles south of New Orleans.
Katy took out her key, opened the door and stepped inside. She expected Eric to follow her over the threshold. When he didn't, she turned around and looked at him curiously. He standing on the other side, holding the screen door open. "You have to invite me in, or I can't enter." He said.
"Please, come in Mr. Northman." she said.
When he stepped inside, he embraced her once more. "Oh, I think we are way beyond Mr. Northman now. Call me Eric. What do I call you, Katy or what?" He picked her up and headed for the open door of her bedroom. "I am Katy, Katy Jones, but I thought you knew that?" He didn't answer.
In the bedroom, she switched the bedside lamp on low and watched Eric as he undressed. He had undressed her just moments before; well, undress wasn't exactly the right description, her clothing was in shreds on the floor. He heard the intake of her breath as she saw him fully naked for the first time; he was the biggest man she had ever seen. His manhood towered between them.
As he moved to lay down beside her, unbidden, her fingertips caressed along his long, thick, velvety length. "Geez, that thing is so big, you should charge it rent." she whispered in awe. Richard wasn't a particularly big man, neither were any of the lovers she had before. She wondered if she would be able to accommodate the man before her now. She didn't want to disappoint him.
He laughed with her, "No rent, but he's very hungry tonight." Like most men he talked about his penis as if it were a separate entity. Some women thought it was an endearing trait of the male species; she didn't, at least not before tonight. "Well, we will just have to feed him then, won't we?" she said.
Suddenly, his hands and mouth were all over her, sucking, licking, kissing and caressing. Everywhere he touched or kissed, silvery frissons of pleasure exploded along her nerve endings like fireworks. He's sex on a stick, focused only on giving me pleasure! She thought. Katy felt like someone had lit a fire in her as she returned caress for caress, kiss for kiss. He seemed to be enjoying what she was doing to him as much as she was. Soon, she blanked out every thought in her mind, except for Eric. She focused only on giving him pleasure.
Eric could feel her body pulse and come to life under his touch. He could tell she hadn't had sex in a long time, and he liked that idea. He too wondered if she would be able to take his full length; most human women couldn't. It was important to him that this woman could, so he took his time, stoking her fire slowly until she begged him to hurry.
He planned to wait and make her come many times before he entered her, but he just couldn't. He had dreamed of this moment so much during the past week that he was straining from the effort of holding back. When he could take no more, he pushed her legs apart and with one hand, guided himself to the entrance of her sex. He could tell from the sweet tang of her arousal that she was wet and hot and ready for him. He pushed in just a little and she jerked back in surprise as entirely new sensations enveloped her.
"Gods, you are so tight!" He groaned. He withdrew and pushed in a little deeper, but still he held back because he didn't want to hurt her. He didn't hurt her a bit; she loved every second of it. In an explosion of intense pleasure, she forgot the world around her; she forgot everything except what Eric was doing to her with his hands and his mouth and the long, hard, thick length of him that moved slowly, then faster and faster inside her.
A part of her thought it was selfish, but she could think only of the delightful sensations caused by the friction of his flesh against hers. She had no control over her body as it writhed and moved to his rhythm. She arched up against him each time he stroked downward until she came hot and fast; the contact between them was electric.
His arm went under one calf and lifted one of her legs close to him as he moved slightly and drove deeper hitting a new spot. He beat into her furiously until she screamed out his name and came again. Through it all, she could feel her own flesh surround him, grab him and draw him in deeper, deeper. She felt like she was was spiraling around and around, down and down a tunnel of pleasure and delight.
With each movement, he stretched her a little more making her ready for the whole of him. He could feel the silken folds of her inner walls pulse and throb around him as she orgasmed again. Each time her body quivered, she brought him closer to his own pinnacle, until he finally exploded inside her.
He never left her body and within minutes, they made love again and again. By the third time, his shaft was buried to the hilt; the head of his penis was pounding hard against the mouth of her womb. His movements were a blur as he lost control; she thought she would fly apart from the pleasure he gave her.
She certainly wasn't the most experienced lover that he'd ever had. He had sex with some of the most famous courtesans of Europe and with celebrated Hollywood actresses who knew every button to push. He had been with Middle Eastern and Asian women who had been trained from childhood how to please a man, but no woman, female, vampire or other supe, had ever made him feel this good. Every movement, every touch, every kiss, every sound she made thrilled and excited him on such a deep level, it was as if she was born to please him. It was if her body was made for him alone, and it was if his body was made for her too.
They made love for hours, and still he couldn't get enough of her. Finally she was so exhausted, she felt like she couldn't move a muscle. She was soaked with sweat and gasping for air. Her legs were rubbery, weak and quivering from exertion. The tender flesh inside the walls of her vagina was swollen and sore.
She told him she felt like a virgin bride on her wedding night. She told him she wanted to sit on a block of ice because she didn't think she would be able to sit down for days. He laughed hard at that. He could have went on for hours more, but he knew she was too tired. He wanted to give her one more orgasm, so he started to kiss down the stomach, but she stopped him.
"No. Let me." she said as she slowly moved down and took him in her mouth. She nipped and sucked and kissed and licked until he thought he would lose his mind. Within a minute after her tongue touched him, another orgasm rocketed through him inside her mouth; she didn't pull back. With one hand, he hauled her up and moved her underneath him. His tongue laved the inside of her mouth until she lost her breath. The taste of his own essence inside her mouth was so exciting and erotic; he came hard against her belly once more before he collapsed on her, shouting out her name and something in a language she didn't understand.
"Are you finally satisfied now, you greedy little pig." he finally whispered softly against her throat.
"Mmmmm, never; I want more!" she said tiredly, but she promptly fell asleep with his full weight on her.
Eric moved to the side and pulled her up against him; one of her hands softly touched his chest as her other arm automatically went around him. He could feel her breath, soft and hot against his chest; it tickled, but he liked it. He inhaled her scent, it was thoroughly blended with his own scent now, and that made her smell even more enticing to him.
The room reeked of their sex. He had touched, kissed, licked and sucked every inch of her body. She smelled so strongly of him, even if she showered every hour, on the hour, for a month, his scent would not be erased. He knew that he would not have to mark her neck to show that she was his human. Every vampire who met her, in fact, every supe of any kind, would know that this woman belonged to him. Even many human males with their puny olfactory senses would instinctively smell him on her. The thought all those other males would know she was his pleased him a lot.
Eric listened as her breath become more regular and deeper as she slipped into deeper states of sleep. He watched her for a while, listening to the soft sighs that escaped her "Eric!" she said twice. She was dreaming of him; he liked that too. Once more his body started to get aroused. Not wanting to wake her, he got out of bed and looked around.
Her bedroom was small, neat and clean. The windows had room darkening shades and drapes. That made sense because of her work schedule, she must sleep through most of the morning hours. An air-conditioner poked through the wall close to the ceiling on one wall. It worked well because the room was cool.
He left the bedroom. Walking naked, he turned on lights and started exploring every nook and cranny in the small home. The rest of the house was as neat and orderly as the bedroom. Her furniture wasn't expensive, but it was elegant; the walls were painted soft muted colors and the house had a homey look to it. By the time he was finished, he knew every inch of her house. He opened every closet door, opened every drawer and looked into every cabinet in the kitchen and bathroom. He wanted to know all he could about her. He was he was just curious about the woman he had made love to for hours.
In the bathroom, he opened every bottle of perfume, cosmetic jar, lotion, soap, shampoo, bath salts, body oil and lipstick case he could find and inhaled. They all smelled good, but not as good as her natural scent. In the medicine cabinet he found only some toothpaste, a woman's razor and shaving lotion, a bottle of Aleve and some Midol. He knew what Midol was from other human lovers. He saw no evidence of birth control.
Under the sink he found a box of medium tampons and some other feminine products that he wasn't too familiar with. He opened a tube of tampax and pulled it out; it was just cotton on a string. How do women manage to walk around all day with that thing stuck up there? Surely, it must be uncomfortable. He thought.
In the drawer in the bedside stand he found a few condoms, but the wrapping on them looked old. He knew she hadn't used them in a long time. Well she won't need these anytime soon. He said to himself as he put them back.
The closet in her bedroom was filled with well made but not particularly expensive clothing. He paused as he opened her dresser drawer and rubbed a pair of her silk panties against his face; it smelled of soap and fabric softener. He liked touching and looking at the feminine lingerie and bras he found in other drawers. Her outside clothes may be inexpensive, but she sure liked tantalizing, expensive underwear. He liked that too.
The second bedroom had an artist's easel, paints and some blank canvases. She didn't seem to be working on anything now. In the kitchen, he looked in her refrigerator and found two six packs of True Blood. One was O positive, the other AB negative. The only vampire he could smell in the house was him, so he knew she had bought them for him. The thought that she really had wanted to see him again, pleased him. He opened a bottle of the AB negative, heated it up in the microwave and downed it.
In the living room, he picked up and examined the few photographs he found. They didn't seem to be family pictures, only shots of clearly unrelated people at some kind of party and one clearly taken at her job. She had no photos of her childhood or parents; he found that curious. On a desk nest to the small flat TV screen TV, he found a chess set near her computer. The pieces were on the board and a game was evidently in progress. He liked to play chess himself and wondered if she was any good. A few bills on the desk were addressed to Kathryn Jones.
There was a small stereo system with a lot of DVDs next to it. He looked at the music titles: she liked classical music, opera and jazz, but he also found rock and country music too. A stack of hard cover books indicated she liked murder mysteries, horror stories, science fiction and action, Tom Clancy, John Gresham, Steven King, Dean Kootnz were among the many authors she liked to read. He put the books down; he didn't read much, he didn't have the time.
On a shelf underneath the coffee table in front of her small sofa, he found a sketch pad and pencils. He sat down on the sofa with his butt totally bare and looked through the pad. It was was filled with sketches of people both young and old doing ordinary things. Clearly she was a people watcher. About half way down, he found several sketches of himself.
One sketch showed him dressed in a suit and lifting a piece of a wall; it was a picture of him working at the hotel that night lifting debris off of the victims of the hurricane. She didn't have a sketch pad with her at the dinner dance, so she must have done it from memory.
Another sketch showed him standing facing front with his hair blowing around his face. Two others showed him in different poses. She paid particular attention to his face; the likeness to him was very good.
A fifth sketch showed him as a viking warrior, or as she imagined a viking warrior would look like. He had a horned helmet on his head and an animal skin around his shoulders. His clothing was rough, and he was holding a shield and a long sword. The details were slightly wrong, of course, but she had no way of knowing that. He did wear animal skins back then, but he also wore brightly colored elegant silk clothing with lots of gold and jewels. The shield was all wrong and the sword he used at them time was broader and shorter. Still the sketch was unmistakably close.
She had taken a lot of care with all the sketches, especially those of him. He liked all of them, but he liked the last one best. They didn't spend much time talking tonight, and he sure didn't tell her anything about his human life. She had no idea how old he was. Nevertheless, he loved the fact that she tried to imagine him as a viking warrior. He had been both farmer and warrior when he was alive. It both pleased and touched him. Clearly, she was thinking as much about him as he was about her. He liked that a lot.
Finally, he stepped outside the kitchen door and made several circuits of the house and yard. He moved so fast that no one would have been able to see him. When he was satisfied with what he saw, he entered the house again.
Thirty minutes before daybreak, he took a quick shower and dressed. He shut off the lamp and was standing over her in the darkened bedroom, getting ready to leave when Katy said his name in her sleep once more. He felt a strong pull from deep inside. Instead of leaving, he stripped off his clothing, got into bed beside her and pulled her close to him once more. She sighed in contentment; he felt content and happy too.
As his internal senses told him day had arrived, Eric Northman did something he hadn't done in centuries, he fell asleep in a bed with a woman he cared about in his arms, a mysterious woman who used two names. The last woman he had slept with like this was Pam and that was three hundred years ago. He never actually slept with human women, not even Sookie slept with him during the day. He knew he was being extremely foolish, but he just couldn't make himself leave her side, not yet anyway.