Chapter 27

The Best Wake-Up Call

Raven

Tonight I awake to an empty coffin. Reaching out to the empty space where Alexander would lay, I feel its sooth silk cool on my fingertips. He's been away for a few hours it seems. But it's been daylight until now, what could he possibly be doing all that time. With a gasp I tried to bolt up straight only to be knocked back down by the coffin lid. Oww! Fear gripped me and I felt my stomach turn with nausea. Surely he hadn't left me… right? NO RAVEN, don't think like that! He wouldn't leave me; maybe he just had something to do that couldn't wait. Once my worry and panic was tampered away, I slid the lid of the coffin to rise for the night.

The first thing I noticed when I stepped out was the soft plush on the floor cushioning my feet instead of the hard wood I expected. I was still sleepy-eyed and disoriented from my deep sleep, so I had to take a moment to clear the wool from my eyes and stretch my limbs. When my eyes fully opened, my heart stopped. Where I expected to see bare walls of the attic's hidden room, in its place I saw sheer red and black panel tapestry-curtains of a canopy that tented from a high-vaulted ceiling and gathered to the floors. The corners were loosely tied with gold silk ropes around marble pillars. The floors! Our coffin was centered on multiple overlaying area rugs. All were different in design but the were the same in that soft plushy texture. Some had modern designs and some had Victorian. I couldn't even begin to process what I was seeing through the curtains… so I kept looking within. I turned around but stopped when I saw the top of our coffin lid. It had large decorating pillows in crimson, ebony, gold and purple at the corners and a pewter palate of fresh fruits: plums, grapes, cherries, apples, pears, bananas, and nectarines. It was tempting. Before I got carried away, I looked behind me at the massive stonewall and nearly melted in a puddle when I saw what was on it. A large painting probably as tall as I was is mounted low on the wall. It is an 'Alexander Sterling original' of course, and it was his recollection of our ceremony night. The details were prefect to every lock of hair, every stitch of my dress and his tux, every ornate line of the pewter goblet, the candles, every flower, every mark on the gravestones… everything was, "Perfect," I whispered.

"Yes, you are," I heard his voice behind me. I turned around an saw my knight of the night through the tears blurring my vision. "Dragul mea," he whispered to me. Suddenly he was too far away so I raced to him and threw my arms around his neck. He caught me, without my momentum affecting him one bit, and wrapped me in his long, strong arms. I inhaled his scent of Drakar and soap and took note of every detail of this moment as he had done for his painting. "I'm sorry I wasn't here when you awoke, but I'm pleased at your reactions. I take it you approve?" he inquired.

"Approve? Alexander this is amazing, I LOVE IT!" I squealed. "I haven't even left the canopy yet and already I wanna stay here forever! How did you do all of this in one day? And how did you do it while I was sleeping?" Then you can tell me how you could be so impossibly perfect.

He gave me a surprised look and an amused smile. "I take it you don't remember me waking you in the middle of the day then?" I looked back on my memories and tried to recall waking up today…

"Nope, no memories of today. I had a dreamless sleep… what happened when you woke me?" I asked him.

"Well, you drank from me as soon as you woke. Then, started moaning, and I couldn't help myself… so… yeah." Could my face burn any brighter?

"Are you serious? You had your naughty way with me while I was unconscious?" I asked incredulously.

"Not exactly, love, no… YOU had YOUR naughty way with ME. I however, kept my hands to myself and was utterly helpless to stop you once you got started." He explained nonchalantly.

"WHA- WHY? HOW… Um, what di-di-did I do, uh, to you exactly, ahem, my darling?" I stammered.

Immediately my strikingly handsome, yet mysteriously dominating mate… was blushing. I'm gonna faint from blood loss in my cheeks here if you don't tell me what I didn't know I did MY LOVE! I thought out to him. "How about I access the memory for you, love, so you could see for your self?"

"Alexander Vladimir Sterling… you better start explaining or I'm gonna start wearing a chastity belt." I could have busted out laughing at the way his eyes bulged and his jaw going slack he barely caught it. But I held it in and gave myself a mental note to come back to this moment and relish it properly.

"Ok, then… shall we sit?" Oh boy… I nodded and sat on a velvet, crimson chaise lounge that I'm totally going to admire properly when my mate reveals today's events.

Alexander

I sat with Raven on the chaise lounge and felt pleased that she loves our new coffin room, although she hasn't finish taking it all in yet. After recalling to her of our morning together, I'll enjoy watching her explore the new surroundings. She kept her mental wall up, but her emotions weren't hushed. I relished in pride at the hard work Jameson and I did to put this room together. Billy even brought over a couple of carloads of Raven's things and explained away some things the best he could. I was grateful. Her astonishments over just the canopy made me feel supremely ecstatic. I was only slightly regretful to have interrupted her exploration so soon. But the subject that we're diving into is enough to make up for it. And so I thought back to this afternoon.

The new coffin room is nearly complete. It would be best to get the actual coffin down there so we could properly determine its placement and get the canopy up. I went into the master bedroom that I had reserved for my bride and made sure the path of boxes were cleared so I could bring her in and lay her down on the bed. Hopefully she won't mind if I explained to her that I was moving it. I went back to our coffin and slid the lid open to see her naked and tangled in the sheets. A brief moment passed where I envied the fabric that clung to her every curve and valley. I pulled the sheets from the mattress and wrapped them around her beautiful form. She was a dream that which I hope never to wake from. Her ivory skin remained slightly tanned from her last day in the sun before our ceremony night. At that moment, I knew which of my private painting would belong in our private quarters.

I watched her sleep for a few minutes to admire the slow but sure rise and fall of her breast with her every breath. I wanted to caress her mounds of flesh, nuzzle her rosy peaks, and taste the crimson life flowing through her veins. I shook myself mentally and reminded myself of the task I was supposed to be carrying out. I climbed into the coffin to pull her into my arms and pull her out, but as soon as I had her against my chest, her hand shot out to grasp my neck. I didn't want her to panic, so I pulled her in closer and lowered my head so her hand would move pass my throat. It worked but it also allowed her to get close enough to sink her fangs into my neck, pierce the veins, and drink the life force that she craves most; me. The feeling was euphoric. With every draw she pulled, my 'monster' twitched and hardened. Instinct told me to reciprocate the sacred kiss with my beloved, but I held back, knowing she wasn't yet fully awake. I want her to feel the pleasure of my kiss rather than do it just to sate my thirst. That didn't mean I couldn't enjoy my end of the pleasure however. And if I know my bride, as I'm beginning to do once again, I know she becomes insatiable during her morning hunger.

I rubbed her back and relaxed into the mattress as she straddled my hips. Rocking them back and forth with every draw. My pulse quickened a fraction and my fists were clenched so tight, I could feel the blood on my claws. I pulled them away from her to rest at my sides. If I grabbed her during this state, I will lock her in and probably take her body hard enough to break this marble stone coffin. Then I couldn't put it in our new room! So here I stayed as motionless as possible, save for my lower half. Unfortunately no matter how hard I tried to control myself, my hips couldn't stop thrusting against the center of her undulating pelvis. I didn't know whether to consider it a good thing or a complete tragedy that I had to wrap her body up in sheets BEFORE she started this. When she finished feeding, I released a heavy sigh of relief… until she started licking her marks… then my neck… then she started kissing my chest that had the audacity to be covered in a shirt! HOLY HELL! SHE'S BITING INTO ME THROUGH THE SHIRT… not that I don't mind! And yet she isn't fully awake. Why don't I just wake her and end this torment? Because then you'll finally turn Jameson into a nanny as she suggested, ravish her sexy body, and forget all about the damn surprise meant for her happiness! Damn consideration to hell, I want to fuck my bride!

At some point when she started unbuckling my pants as she dry humped my leg I started mumbling a prayer for strength and control in my native language. I closed my eyes before I could spill my seed at the sight of her nuzzling and moaning into the bulge in my trousers. Why did I lift my hips for her when she started tugging on the waistband? Because I looked forward to what I knew she would do if I did. She had only performed the act twice in her lifetime; both with me… thank the fates. This moment was all mine. I'd be a fool to pass it up. Alas, my monster sprang free from it restraints only to be captured by both of her palms. My testicles drew up tight and felt heavier each time she tugged on them. The precise moment that I peeked through my eyelids, Raven's pink little tongue lashed out at the river of precum seeping out. There was no way I couldn't watch my Gothic Beauty feast on my essence, which provoked more to escape. She worked her palms and fingertips all over my shaft and sack. She rested her head on my upper thigh and kissed my pelvis, all with her eyes never opening. I feel her breath on my skin, and heard her whimper when she couldn't grip me tight enough to make both hands touch. She is incredibly sexy. Is she smitten with my 'monster'? I wonder.

I watch my insatiable bride get frustrated with her lust as she bathes my length with her saliva. Finally, Raven closes her warm moist lips over the head, and I nearly spill into her mouth. She senses this through her own haze and pulls her lips away to squeeze the head, forbidding cum to escape. I grit my teeth and growl in frustration the sheets beneath me are nearly soaked in blood from my claws tearing into my palms and the scent of blood and lust is driving me near senseless. Raven released her hold on me and wasted no time closing her lips once again over the head, and swiveling her tongue over the skin. She tries to open her mouth wider as only a vampire can and pull me in further. The head touches the back of her throat. She moans and sucks and then I hear the 'pop' of her purposely dislocating her lower jaw to slack so she could take in my girth fully. She braces her hands on my pelvis for support as she pushes forward to force my cock head down her throat. I know I'm groaning and grunting uncontrollably.

I worried that I wouldn't get to enjoy this again as I continued to grow over the years, a perk for mated males to ensure their brides continual pleasure. I know she will heal from this and it pleases me greatly to see the lengths she'd go to please me. To feel her warm, wet mouth wrapped around my muscle this way is mind-blowing. Raven's throat muscles are contracting around me and I can no longer hold back. I grip the shredded sheets to keep from grabbing onto her. I ejaculate down her throat the same time she starts bobbing her head and sucking me hard. My release was intense. So intense, my entire being shook and I was subconsciously thrusting my hips to her face as she continued to blow me while moaning in pleasure. THAT sent me over on a second wave. I felt numb, save for the aching in my fangs. I barely recalled when she pulled back. When I came to my senses, I noticed a tickle in my palm and looked over to see my love licking my self-inflicted wounds. When she stopped, I stiffly lifted myself out of the coffin. Looking back, I nearly lost my breath to see my bride sound asleep and curled into a ball like a kitten as if nothing happened.

"My little vixen, you will surely become the death of me!" I chuckled to myself as redressed. With a final mental shake, I pulled my dangerous bride from our coffin and placed her on the bed as planned. I was successfully able to break down the coffin and rebuild it in our new room. Once it was complete and Jameson replaced the bedding with an unnecessary shake of his head, I returned my sleeping Gothic beauty to her coffin. She stretched her limbs out and cuddled my pillow before settling back into her sleep. I closed the lid and imagined what expression she would give me when she awoke and remembered our time together. Would she blush like an innocent? Would she slowly lick her lips to tease me? Would she kiss my lips and thank me for the hearty meal? Until then, I will complete this room without fail before she wakes to show her how much she pleases me and how much I'm invested in her happiness. She is after all my bride, dragul mea.

As I recounted today's early wake up call to Raven who was comically gawking at me in disbelief, I stared at the wall ahead to avoid laughing my ass off and feeling slightly bitter about her not remembering having giving me the best day ever despite the distress. The effort I went through to remain unmoving while she had her way with me ticked at me for a bit. Perhaps I'll treat her to justice the next time she misbehaves. Thinking about what I could do to her was starting to get me worked up again. I calmed my vitals while my wife struggled to form words. I thought it could be fun to distract her from whatever incoherent thoughts that were preventing her from functioning. So I did something I knew would please her; I took off my shirt. She stopped babbling long enough to openly admire my abdominal muscles and pectoris. I took pride in her appreciation in my strength. It's not very common for vampires to have buffed up muscles. We're a fairly lean race and naturally stronger than mortals. So we rarely exert our physical strengths to form bigger, harder muscles. For those of us who've earned them, we've gone through drastic lengths to stress our bodies. For me specifically, the experience earning me enhanced physical qualities, were actually quite damaging to my relaxed personality. Raven has many times referred to me as her knight of the night. If she only knew how true those words have become throughout these years…

Before I'm overcome with rage again, I held up my shirt to her so she could see the marks she made from her bites. She gasps and I realize that everything I've done to protect her was completely worth it, so much so that I'd go through it again.

Raven

OHHHH FUCKINGGG DAMNITTT! Why couldn't I have remembered that? Why do I know for a fact that he's not totally shitting me right now? Why can't I ever remember what happens to me during the day? I totally want to say something to him to justify my behavior, but what? He obviously enjoyed it and I feel horrible for not remembering. But I can't just brush that off like he was telling me the weather. I can't even accept that we… I just gave his monster cock the blowjob of a lifetime… to a vampire mind you! Am I that good? Did I seriously dislocate my own jaws to take him in. I wanna pat myself on the ass for that, but Billy's comment about me being a masochist somehow comes to me. Fuck, fuck, fukity, fucking, fuck… shit! I've completely entered a world of BDSM with my mate. Somehow, that kinda excites me more that I ever thought that term could. Now I know what to say. Yes, I was going to taunt him, but in a playful way, not to spite him like last time.

"We'll I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, but now I feel totally cheated out of watching you submit to my obviously dominant nature." I said with my haughty tone as I brushed imaginary flecks from my bare shoulder… oh my goth, I'm still naked… shit! I looked up quick at Alexander to see his eyes were already red. Without thought, I dashed ahead to where I figured the hidden door to be, only to find solid concrete. I slapped my hand against it in various places hoping to trigger a reaction only to groan as I couldn't find one. I swirled around and braced my palms against the wall to see Alexander moving around behind the canopy curtains. Then I heard a loud clanking noises. An opening between the drapes allowed me to see thick heavy looking chains that were hidden beneath the area rugs. My stomach dropped. And then my knees gave out as I began to drop as well. Before my naked ass could hit the floor, Alexander had me in his arms. I wanted to protest and apologize… but my mouth wouldn't work.

"Come, little love, and show me that dominance you've deemed obvious." What? No way, was he going to let me chain him down?

"This could be fun," I whispered, "I'm glad you've finally seen it my way, then." I gasped when he hissed and his fangs gleamed. I audibly gulped and wanted to slap myself when I realized he already had my wrists and ankles cuffed. "Alexander! I was just joking about the dominant thing… please don't think I was serious!" I pleaded. I was sitting atop our coffin with some huge pillows beneath and behind me. Alexander pulled the chains attached to my cuffs through latches that were bolted to the floor. He secured each one tight enough me to force my arms and legs wide open in an eagle-spread pose. The fruit platter was at the foot of the coffin allowing Alexander to take his time plucking grapes from the stems and popping them into his mouth casually… while I squirmed restlessly and panicked and pleaded openly.

"Iubirea mea, ti-e foame?" Why the hell is he testing my language skills now? Whatever! He said… um, 'my love, are you hungry?' SERIOUSLY ALEXANDER? REALLY?

"Da! Mi-e foame." 'Yes! I'm hungry.' I responded.

My graceful, devious vampire saunters up next to me with a handful of grapes. I wet my lips for the juicy fruit and moan out loud as he starts pushing them one by one into my pussy instead of my mouth. "Very good, my love," he whispers. You have a dozen grapes. Are you full?" I whimper a response. I want to push them out, but he has his thumb pushed inside as well to keep them in. "You are not full, then, huh?" I pant and struggle to think of what to say to him. "You enjoy cherries if my memory serves me right." He holds up a cherry by the stem for me to see. My brows furrow in wonderment… then they arch high and I can't help from biting down on my lip when I feel the small, hard, smooth surface of the fruit ever so lightly rubbing against my clit. I want to grind against the sensation but Alexander pulls it away. My lip trembles and quivers. This is so not fair!

I watch Alexander bite the cherry in half, remove the pit from the other half, and then bring it back down between my legs. I gasp at the cool and wet feeling of the cherry covering my clit with the spot where the pit used to be. Alexander squeezed my fruity clit with two fingers and played with it. My pelvis tried to rock against his hand and I felt the pleasure bubble within me form and grow. Alexander was relentless with my love button. I felt every drop of the fruity juices trickling down my sensitive womanhood and splash to my inner thighs. I moaned erotically and pressed my heels into the hard surface allowing me to rock my hips harder and faster. It felt so deliciously wonderful. The bubble finally broke and Alexander continued to manipulate my body while he pressed his mouth to my opening. Once he pulled out his thumb, the grapes were pushed out of me along with my own juices into his waiting mouth. I screamed his name in the height of passion with my head thrown back. Alexander drank my pleasure and licked up every drop of cherry juice until all that was left was the cherry half. He pulled off the cherry, ate it, and returned to suck on my clit. My bundle of nerves was ultra sensitive after my orgasm, so I jumped when I felt his hot tongue stiff flicking it. When the sucking started, it didn't take long for the orgasm to flow through me in soothing waves. He drank that as well.

"Mmm, that was delicious," Alexander comments with smugness written all over his gorgeous face. Oh how I would love to lick the stray cherry juice dripping at the corner of his lips. "I would love to feed you more, but I want to watch you get familiar with your surrounding." Casually, as if unleashing a dog, he un-cuffed me. when Alexander walked away, I lay motionless atop the coffin. I am so not taunting him anymore, lesson learned. Then I stiffly rose up to my feet and left the literal confines of the canopy.