Chapter 11

Pain Is Pleasures Kissing Cousin

Looking back on it now, I realize I had no idea what I was in for. Interpret that as you will. It's a mighty fine line between loving someone with all your heart and being obsessed with them. I love Eric. I love to make love to and with Eric. I'm obsessed with fucking him.

I wondered for a second if the words that had just rolled off of my tongue like butter off a hot biscuit were nothing more than incoherent babbling. Was I imagining that somehow I had spoken to him in his ancient tongue? Eric's fangs in my neck proved that he knew exactly what I had said.

This time the experience of him drinking my blood was entirely different. Don't laugh but I think my neck had an orgasm! I could feel every pore, hair follicle, every inch of my skin that his mouth was upon responding to him. Subconsciously, I knew that had I been able to take a step outside of myself, my face would be wearing that far away gaze I had seen on Eric's face twice tonight. Ecstasy, complete, overwhelming ecstasy would be how I would describe my state. He could have been bleeding me dry and I wouldn't have cared. Anything for him, the owner of my soul.

Coming back down to earth was a bummer. I felt his fangs leave my body and his tongue lazily gave my skin what it needed to heal. His hand was on my face, my eyes were struggling to focus on him.

"We can never be apart now. To do so would cause actual physical pain for me. I am not sure of the consequences for you. What we have done is unprecedented, never have a vampire and a human endeavored to my knowledge. Now, it's almost complete."

I didn't have to ask what we needed to do to complete whatever the hell we were doing. I knew and I was about to explode from the anticipation.

His body was hard and smooth as he positioned himself above me. His face was serious, his intent was clear and knocking at my door. I was truly scared of the size of him.

"I'll be as gentle as possible, Sookie. But I cannot wait any longer to claim you."

"I'm ready Eric."

I felt the head of his cock slowly penetrate and enter me, no pain so far. The stretching continued as more of him made it's way into me, a little uncomfortable but not unbearable. The next thing I knew he was buried to the hilt and the pain was erotic. It hurt but in a most delicious way. He was connected to me in body and soul (if you believe that vampires have souls and I, for one, do). I never wanted to know the feeling of me without him inside of me again.

His face was a portrait of extreme pleasure. His mouth was open slightly, head tilted to the side and his eyelids were heavy over his ice blue irises. I swear they even rolled back into his head a time or two. His golden hair hung around his face like a halo, this was the first time I could recall seeing a single hair out of place. I thrilled at the thought that I had given Eric Northman a serious case of sex hair. Knowing I had this affect on him made me so wet, I was surely dampening the bed beneath us.

He slowly pulled out all but the head and started to thrust again. Too slowly, dammit! I couldn't help myself, I was like a woman possessed as I thrust my hips up into him, taking him in so hard that I felt his balls slap my ass a little.

"Du , min gudinnan , vilja bli den frånfälle av jag. Utsökt mördaren!"

Eric's voice was raw and hoarse as he yelled out in what sounded like agony but looked like ecstasy. He didn't need to translate for me now, I understood perfectly what he had almost screamed.

You, my goddess, will be the death of me. Exquisite murderess!

His thrusts were rough now, his mouth was everywhere, nipping, licking, sucking, drawing little points and fine lines of blood where fang met skin. One of his hands was on top of my head, thankfully. Otherwise I may well have been pounded through the headboard and eventually the wall. My hands were taking residence on his gorgeous ass, reveling in the feel of the muscles there as they worked to propel him into me over and over again.

He filled me completely. Had he been a fraction longer or wider, I dare say it would have been too much and would have made all the glorious ramming and thrusting painful of not impossible. He was made for me like a key is made to fit a lock. He was the key to opening doors that I had locked for too long. I couldn't ignore this side of me that I felt emerging. I was scared of the things that were going through my mind. I felt as though I had known this dark side of me was there all along but She would not be denied anymore.

"Lover, allow me." I said, my breath ragged and uneven. Before either of us knew what was happening I (yes, I) had flipped Eric onto his back and was astride him. His face was so shocked it was comical. Maybe you can surprise a 1000 year old vampire after all. I know I had just shocked the grits out of myself. Taking so much of his blood had given me enhanced strength it seemed.

I put my hands above me in the air and twisted my arms so that my palms were flat together. Using only my leg muscles I lifted myself off of him slowly, teasingly and left just the last inch of him inside me as I hovered there. I looked at him to gauge his reaction and saw the shocked look still in place. Slowly I lowered my self down again until my full weight rested on his hips. Eric's moan was low with an almost pleading tone. I began the process again, maintaining my slow, agonizing pace. His hands went to my hips and I made a chiding sound.

"I'm in control now. Tjänaren blir Övervinna."

Servant becomes the master.

I could feel him throbbing inside of me and his mind was conveying how close to painful the way I was making him feel was. I didn't speed up at all, just continued at my own pace. I could feel the swell of my approaching release, nonetheless, I didn't increase my movement. I was going to make this last as long as I could.

"Min Drottning..... min Drottning.."

My Queen ...... my Queen..

I couldn't stop thinking and moaning his name. Even though I was in control right now, he was owning me and I didn't correct him this time when his hands found my hips. To his infinite credit, he made no effort to use his new grip to speed my movements. I was holding my breath, teetering on the edge of what was sure to be a blindingly hot orgasm. I could sense he was near too and the slowness of our actions was sweetening the deal. Whether it was unconsciously or some result of our new, symbiotic pairing, we both bit into each other at the same time. I tore into his neck and he punctured me in the tender underside of my right breast as we fell into the abyss of release. His blood filled my mouth as his cock emptied into my pussy. (there's that P word, Ya'll!) I could feel him lap greedily at the small puncture wounds his fangs had made. The gash I made was savage looking, I refused to let it close up until I stopped coming so I kept gnawing it back open.

When my body was finally still and my eyes could focus, I reluctantly pulled my mouth away and watched in amazement as the wounds closed instantly, even though I knew they would. My gaze made it's way to Eric's face.

The streaks of blood trailing down his cheeks alarmed me on sight and even more so after I realized that they were tears. He was crying and I couldn't stand the sight of it, it was breaking my heart.

I turned my head to look away but his hands found their way to either side of my face and turned me to look at him.

"These tears I cry are tears of happiness, Sookie. I cry because at long last I have found my match."

I slowly bent my face to his and began to lick his tears away. What he said next meant more to me than anthing else possibly could have because it was Eric Northman who said it.

"Övervinna och tjänare bli likt med."

Master and servant become equals.

I finally knew what old Bill Shakespeare meant when he said all that stuff about sweet sorrow.