A/N: I apologise in advance if I slack more in the timing department. I was called into work which had me crashing out before posting this chapter had even crossed my mind. Admittedly, I've had it written for a good few days now.
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Yummy: Prepare yourself; I have a delicious treat for you in this chapter involving a certain Viking, his maker, and a whole lot of tongue.
Disclaimer: I do not own True blood; I just borrowed the characters for a bit of fun!
Chapter Eleven
Blood, Lust & Relationship Revelations
If Sookie had known it was going to feel this good she probably would have caved to submitting to Bill like this a lot earlier. She may not be the type of woman who actively sought out sex, but she could appreciate why people were so eager to catch the attention of a vampire if the sensations she was feeling were the result.
She highly doubted being with any human man would measure up.
It was when she considered the fact that her and Bill weren't exactly on good terms, but rather they seemed to be at odds at the moment, that she doubted that while he said he loved her he wouldn't take as much care as Godric seemingly was.
She had barely felt his fangs slice into the skin of her neck, and what she had felt she could hardly complain about when it felt as pleasurable as it did.
Shouldn't it have hurt a little, considering he was literally cutting into her skin?
The fact that Godric had been hesitant about accepting her offer; going as far as to repeatedly ask if this was what she wanted, only reaffirmed the fact she was doing the right thing. Godric needed to fed, a necessity he had been lacking in if Eric's concern had been anything to go by. If offering her throat was a way to help keep Godric living, to encourage thoughts of continuing to walk the urge for another few years, than she would do so gladly.
She did not regret her decision.
"Oh my," breathing heavily she couldn't resist closing her eyes, concentrating on every soft pull of her throat as Godric fed slowly, carefully.
She was thankful for his consideration.
It wasn't that she had entertained any ideas that he would hurt her, being extremely confident that he would never intentionally cause her pain. Her nervousness, however, was an instinctual human reaction she hadn't been able to help even with the trust she held in Godric. Eric, she may not hold enough faith in to offer either her blood or throat, but then again it wasn't as if he had any hesitation when it came to taking random strangers to his bed.
Was she jealous?
She scoffed, hardly.
Shaking the question from her mind she concentrated back on the light but consistent pulls from her neck. The steadily increasing slickness between her thighs was obvious, an impossibility to ignore when she pulsed between her legs. The pleasure she had expected, that Godric had warned her of, was definitely there. What she hadn't prepared herself for was the strange sensation of peace she felt, of an intimacy that had nothing to do with their physical position.
It was nice that she was the person providing such a powerful yet mentally fragile vampire like Godric with the life force that was her blood.
She liked it.
Unable to do anything other than lean closer and enjoy the moment, Sookie felt soft hair between her fingers as she ran them though the short chestnut hair of her vampire. It was softer than she had expected, yet the steady rumbling from Godric's throat informed her that her touch was in no way unwelcome.
"Harder…" had she been in the right frame of mind Sookie was positive she would be humiliated at her soft plea, not exactly sure what she wanted until Godric sank his fangs in deeper.
Fingers clenched tighter in his hair; lips parted to loud exhales of breath.
"God…"
She wanted more. It was a guilty desire, one that would have had her Gran rolling in her grave, and yet as Godric sucked harder she couldn't help but feel her whole body tremble with the need to find some kind of release.
Was this what an orgasm felt like?
It wasn't that she had never pleasured herself before, because she had. However, she had never quite right when her fingers caressed her thick lower folders, her labia swollen to the point of being sensitive to the touch. She had felt pleasure from masturbation, a guilty sin that she made sure to keep to herself even when the other waitresses seemed to openly talk about techniques and experiences she was unaware of, however, the pleasure she was feeling now was nothing she was experienced before.
A girl could get used to this…
It wasn't until she began to feel light-headed that she released a soft whimper, barely audible to her own ears. It was enough for Godric, Sookie instantly feeling the loss as he pulled away only run his tongue along the small puncher wounds she knew were present on her neck.
Holding her in a close embrace Godric brushed her hair from her flushed face, still in awe of just how different her blood tasted to that of other humans. His age allowed him to differentiate the slight differences between the blood that ran through multiple humans veins, and yet Sookie…she tasted better than fae. Her blood wasn't addicting enough to blindside him to the point where he drank simply because he couldn't stop.
No.
With Sookie he could savour it, each draw of blood filling his mouth, leaving him alive with the sheer ecstasy he felt in response.
No, he would not be letting her go.
Holding her tightly against him he was careful as not to use too much strength, even more aware of her fragile state as he licked his fangs clean from her blood.
Delicious did not even begin to describe it.
"Fuck please."
Eric's rough voice had Godric snapping his head up, his childes lust at an all-time high as the Viking was practically salivating at the mouth, his jeans dark with evidence of his release.
Again, patience had never been his childes strong suit.
Eyes glinting, Godric nodded his permission before his jaw was roughly taken in Eric's palm, his chides tongue roughly invading his mouth with a desperation for the blood the beautiful blonde had denied him.
Groaning, it having been so long since the last time he had been so intimate with his childe, Godric felt Eric's lips curve into a smirk as the delectable scent of Sookies arousal increased as she watched them kiss.
"Looks like our telepath likes what she sees," Eric murmured, roughly biting his bottom lip causing Godric to hiss. It was the only warning he needed before Eric pulled back briefly, eyes flickering in Sookies direction before the next kiss was open, messy and full of tongue and teeth.
If a show was what Sookie desired than they were both very willing to give her a show she would not forget.
It was her "Christ" that had Godric pulling away, eyes black as he glanced in her direction only to feel a burst of pre-cum coat in the inner fabric of his pants at the sight that greeted him.
He was surprised he had not cum yet.
Flushed cheeks, freshly bitten lips, heaving chest, combined with his fang-marks decorating her throat was a wet dream come true.
MINE!
She would not be getting away from them.
THEIRS!
They would make her happy, wait on her hand and foot and treat her like the valuable princess she was.
MATE!
Bill Compton didn't stand a chance.
Sookie soon passed out after witnessing the hungry kiss between maker and childe, Godric looking at her with a fondness he hadn't felt in years as he carried her over to their bed, laying her down with such gentleness that she didn't even stir.
Beautiful!
"I'm envious" Eric growled from his side. Godric didn't need his childes admission, not when the desire and jealousy was flowing off him in waves. "You have known her for no more than a few days and she offered up her throat."
Godric's lips curved. "She is a delightful creature."
"We need to figure out what we are going to do about Compton" Eric stared at Sookie intently. "I would arrange for his disappearance was I not under the assumption that he is a spy sent by the Queen."
Godric snapped his head in his childes direction. "Explain!" he demanded.
"A punishment saw to Pamela being subjected to surveillance duty. I had not been under the impression that he had been in line with Sophie-Ann, however, his abrupt presence and the appearance of an asset such as Sookie was too much of a consequence not to investigate. Pamela witnessed him on the phone to Andre."
Godric's nose wrinkled in distaste. Sophie-Ann was a pathetic excuse for a queen, one that should have been dethroned and stripped of her position centuries ago. She was not born to be a ruler, in fact if it had not been for the influence she held over her childe and Andres unrelenting loyalty he had no doubt Andre would have made a more successful king.
"What did she hear?"
"Very little," Eric frowned. "It was a brief phone call and he has made no further updates. He simply stated that he had secured the asset."
"Sookie," Godric felt his fangs run down. It was no surprise that Sophie-Ann held an interest in Sookie, however, where she received such information from he didn't know. "Tracking?"
"Yes, I have one of my best keeping constant tabs on him."
Godric nodded his approval, "and Compton, what was his state of business?"
It was protocol for vampires who desired to visit, but especially when they wished to make a permanent residence within an area to check in with the local sheriff. It was both out of respect and paperwork that it was carried out as efficiently as possible. First impressions were everything, especially when it was down to the sheriff as to whether your stay would be a permanent one or not.
Eric rolled his eyes at that. "A database he was working on for Sophie-Ann. She personally informed me that his request would not be denied."
Pursing his lips, Godric could sense his childes frustration. Sophie-Ann was all about personal gain; it was a mystery as to why she had not already been assassinated. She had upset many vampires when politically she should have been attempting to gain favour.
"Perhaps it is time for you to advance your own position."
It was no secret Eric was both the Queens biggest asset but most threatening rival. Eric outmatched her by age, power, strength and intelligence when it came to politics. It would take little more than a few phone-calls from the both of them to take Sophie-Ann out and name Eric the King of Louisiana in her place.
Aggravating his childe was not in her best interests.
"I have no desire to advance my position." Eric was satisfied with his power as sheriff, holding no current interest in claiming the throne, "however, if she attempts to stake claim on Sookie than such matters will need to be carried out."
It was something they both agreed on, a necessary move that would be a final resort. Godric had no desire to become King; it was not in his interest to rule a country. His position as sheriff had merely been a way to pass the time, and becoming a king would be a full time commitment he did not wish for. Eric, however much he denied it, was born for the role as a leader of their race. It was in his blood to advance in both power and politics.
"In the meantime, I do not think it would be wise to allow Sookie to be in Compton's presence unaccompanied, at least not until she ends their fast of a relationship."
"Please do not refer to it as such to Sookie, Eric" Godric sighed. "You know that she would not take to it in a humorous light."
Eric shrugged. He hadn't planned to. "Does that mean you will be returning to Shreveport with me, sire?" he asked even if the question was a pointless one. He doubted his maker would allow Sookie out of his sight any more than absolutely necessary.
"I shall." Godric wasn't about to lose out on the opportunity to court the kind hearted fae by not relocating. It would hardly be an inconvenience. He had no doubt that Sookie would not be able to hold out forever.
She would be theirs!
Not as satisfied with the ending as I had hoped, however, it reached the conclusion I desired.
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