Only once I felt the tickles of Godric’s hair on my cheek. Did I remember my sanity. That, however, did not stop me from pulling more of his blood into my mouth. Drinking it down as if it trying to rewrite the history of my first feeding. My father lied; Godric’s blood is better. Better than his, better than that girl whose father offered her virginity to me. Better than Ethans, better than a newborn, better than anything else I have ever felt in my life.
“You are drinking at a faster rate compared to my replenishment rate.” Godric’s voice was different. More aroused. Sinking my teeth deeper into his skin. Not for more blood, but more words. I want to hear him speak again. Instead, I found myself staring up at him. Godric’s fingers wrapped around a lock of my hair, pulling my head back.
Licking the remaining blood off my fangs with my tongue. I smiled up at him. Godric did not smile back. Underneath the moonlight his marbled face glowed slightly. His entire being did. I do not remember him glowing before. The night I met him on top of “Pink Matter” Godric did not glow, even up there the moon was closer to him.
“You glow?”
“I’m aroused. You have my blood. You can read my emotions through my blood. This will fade if you allow it to.”
“I don’t want it to. I like knowing how you are feeling.”
Titling his head to side. Godric ran a free finger over my lips and down the center of my throat.
“How do you know you like it St. Vincent?”
Before I could answer, Godric licked the length of my neck. Leaving behind a trail of cosmic fire. Leaning towards him for more, forgetting about the grip he has on my hair. He pulled me back.
“Answer me.”
Swallowing my original quick-witted answer and deciding to go with a more vulnerable one I replied.
“You are unable to hide that sadness I glimpse in you if I know when you are feeling it.”
Leaning down aligning his eyesight with mines. He asked.
“Do you see glimpses of sadness now?”
Flicking my tongue out. I hoped to catch a taste of the arousal I could see leaving his mouth as he breathed. What does Godric taste like?
“Non.”
Releasing my hair and leaning back. His weight beginning supported by his right hand. He began stroking himself with his left hand. The same hand that was wrapped around my hair. I can only stare. Watching as the muscles in his stomach twitch whenever a stroke felt especially good. I know he is watching my face, waiting for me to do move. To match him. But I don’t want to. Non, I want to stay here watching a galaxy prepare to implode. As Godric stroke himself, I wet myself. One of the things I liked about having human capabilities was this.
The wetter I became the stronger the scent. Taking a deep breath and licking his lips. Godric stroke faster.
“No, slow it down. I want to remember everything. I want to see everything.” I spoke. Not sure if my own voice betrayed my sincereness. I could have only sounded horny. That would not entirely be incorrect. However, above horniess I feel something more. Something telling me, this is unlike anytime with Ethan. I am not in control. Godric is. This move, to please himself like this. This pleases me and one would think its nothing more than a submissive or bottom pleasing his mistress. I know better, this is Godric commanding my arousal. This is Godric controlling my desire. Giving me what I want without me having to ask for it because he wants to beat me to it. He knows and smells that I am watching him. Wanting him.
He wants to know if I am going to submit.
“I can smell you St. Vincent. Show me.”
Godric’s voice did not sound strained, but it does sound as if he is resisting. Using my powers. I slipped my gown over my head. If Godric wants to see, then I can show him. Floating over his face. Hovering six inches from his mouth, I dropped on my knees still suspended in the air. Parting my outer lips, I spread my wetness into my clit. An instant wave of pleasure hit me. Godric watching me play with myself as I watched him stroke himself brought me to the edge faster than I thought possible.
Stopping before I could cum. Reaching up Godric wrapped his arm around my waist pulling me down onto his face. The moment his tongue touched my clit, I screamed out in pleasure. The heat is too much. Godric did not seem to mind me cumming inside his mouth. His moans told me so. With each one a wave a pleasure rippled through my stomach.
Godric’s tongue darted in and out. His lips kissing my clit. His warm hands holding my thighs. I could stay like this forever. Slowly my hips began to move not to my normal rhythm of orgasm building but to the tune Godric is setting. Glancing down, pre cum sparkled under the moonlight on the tip of Godric’s dick. Such a beautiful dick. Thick, with a vein down the center of it. Eight inches and girthier compared to Ethan. Leaning down, I licked the pre-cum from the tip. Another moan another ripple.
I can feel Godric restraining himself from pushing into my mouth. This makes me happy. Let’s play a game shall we Godric?
“Two minutes Godric. I am going to hold my mouth open for two minutes and allow my saliva to drip down on your dick. At any point you only need to push, and you will enter my mouth. I will suck and lick and drain you of your sperm if you do decide to enter. However, if you hold out for the next five minutes you can do whatever to me.”
“What is your safe word St. Vincent?”
“I do not have one.”
“Create one.”
Wrapping his lips around my clit. Godric sucked.
“Umm…more of that.” I said, unable to focus on creating a safe word.
Moving in between my senses, Godric flipped us over. Resting what feels like his full weight on me and replacing fingers where his tongue once was. Have his hands always been this heavy? Pushing my hips to meet his fingers, Godric brought me close to the edge of an orgasm.
“Ethan advised me that you like orgasms without penetration.”
“What were you two doing for such a topic of conversation to come up?”
Removing his hands and pushing himself against me. The tip of Godric’s dick rubbed against my clit. Reaching up I latched on to Godric. Needing something to hold on to. His arousal mixed in with my own arousal is starting to cause the fickle dimension of my sanity to crumble. There is so much pleasure in the simplest of touches. Godric’s light breath in my ear as he spoke commanded the hardness in my nipples. Speaking of nipples, as if reading my mind. He licked each of them. Causing white lighting to shoot through my body.
“I like penetration St. Vincent. I like seeing myself slide in and out. More precisely I like seeing myself sliding in and out of you.”
“How do you know that? It’s never happened before.”
“I have imagined it. I have pleasured myself to these imagines. The night of The Hunting Games. I wanted to hunt you. That’s why I came. I was displeased to be informed that Ethan would be your hunting partner. I took him to keep him safe. However, I took him for other reasons too.”
“To punish him for being who I chose? I saw the bruises.”
“Non. To have something that close to you. I wanted to experience what makes him easy for you to be relaxed with.”
“Did you find your answer Goddrriic.” Pleasure shot through my body at the same time Godric’s name exited my mouth.
“Oui. He is a masochist. A more accurate description would be a pain slut.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. I spoke those same words to Ethan before. And like the good little pain slut he is. He basked in warm rays of praise.
Pushing my hips up to meet Godric’s, he closed his eyes for a moment of his own pleasure. This is what a God looks like in the grips of pleasure. I want to see more. I remember cumming to my version of what Godric looks like when he is aroused. The real thing is nothing I could have conceived. I want to experience more.
Ethan advised Godric correctly. While I did not like penetration per say, it still feels nice under the right circumstances. Godric is the right circumstance.
Reaching down and placing the tip of him at my entrance, Godric’s eyes open. The frosted silver coated thick with want. Leaning down he kissed me. Same as before, possessive. Ownership. Searching for answers in the back of my throat without asking any questions. His moans echoing in the center of my chest. Twisting my fingers in his hair. Godric reached in between us, guiding the head of his cock between the inner folds my pussy. Wetting himself.
He began stroking himself once again.
“Two minutes St. Vincent. I will hold out from entering you for two minutes. Safe word.”
“I do not have one Godric. At this point I am sure there is nothing I would not allow you to do to me. Nothing I would not allow just for more of your pleasure.”
For a moment, Godric’s eyes widen. That answer was not expected. Not expected to be heard, not expected to be said. This must be an effect of Godric’s blood or too many nights in bed with Ethan.
Moving between my senses. Godric placed us back in our former positions. This time he held me in place. One arm reaching up teasing my nipple, squeezing my thigh. Godric’s other arm weighing down my thigh reaching around playing with my clit, as his tongue licked between my folds. Crying out, as all the pleasures of Godric hit me. White lightening soaring through my body. Rocking my hips against Godric’s tongue as well as his fingers. All I could hear was the speeding sound of my orgasm ready to crash.
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“Godric, I am close. Very close.”
He did not respond with words instead he increased his speed while keeping his same rhythm. Needing to have more of him touching me. I licked my fingers and wrapped them around his cock. Instinctively Godric’s hips pushed into my hand. There is no pulse in his cock, like Ethan’s but Godric does twitch.
The white lighting came quicker now. Extending my fangs. I want to try something. To test Godric’s boundaries. On the third and final bolt of lightning I came hard. While I came, I sunk my fangs into Godric’s cock. The blood here did not disappoint, neither did the load of cum. As semen mixed itself with blood, I felt Godric wrapping his arms around my waist tighter.
Once the final waves of my own orgasm came to a stop. It left behind all the pleasure I thought would subside for a while. Slowly pulling my fangs out of Godric’s cock, he exhaled sharply.
Removing myself from Godric’s face, I sat on my knees beside him. Sitting up, he met my lips once more. Wrapping his fingers in my hair once more, Godric forced my head back. The force would have killed a human. “He wants to hurt you.” Ethan’s voice outlining my thoughts of Godric in this moment.
Licking my neck, Godric bit down. Not hard enough to break skin, but hard enough to leave a mark no matter how brief.
“The worst thing about you St. Vincent. I am unable to mark you for a prolonged period of time. As I speak my mark is disappearing.”
“Vampires make for terrible submissives.” I replied. My voice strained with restraint from fighting my instincts to attack. I bite people, people do not bite me.
Moving between my senses, Godric tied me to my bed. Red rope held my hands together above my head against the smaller gold pole. The complication of the knots is something I have never seen before. However, I know this rope. It was a birthday present from Ethan two years ago. On my knees facing the wall supporting my bed. I could feel Godric moving behind me.
I could not hear his footsteps though. More like knowing he is there because he wants me to know he is there.
“Pick a number St. Vincent. One through ten.”
There is the voice I knew Godric to have. Stern and graceful. Closing my eyes I know this game. There is no need in asking Godric what I am picking because that is part of the fun. It could be lashes, orgasms, pints of blood, or it could be worst. Fun facts about myself. Knowing Godric, it would be the worst possible outcome. Fun facts about myself. Sighing I breathed out the number five.
Five quick lashes from a belt set my back on fire. Pulling the rope downward to free myself. The knots tighten. The rope digging deeper into my skin. This I have not seen.
“The harder you pull St. Vincent, the deeper the rope digs.”
Five more lashes. Slower this time. Unable to stop myself. I pulled down on the rope again attempting to free myself. True with his words. The rope dug deeper into my skin. Next time it would draw blood. The fire from the last set of lashes did not have time to cool off before the next set came. This set slower harder. Each hit went below surface level pain. Deep pain as if striking my bones directly.
Fuck! Two more sets of five. That’s all. Then this would be over. Straighten my back. Godric whistled.
“Impressive St. Vincent. No one has made it this far in this game with me.”
This is a trick. If I spoke, I would be distracted, and he would strike again. If I scream out, I will lose. Not sure if this is my rule or Godric’s but it feels like that’s what he wants. Me to scream out. I am not going to surrender that easily. Besides because of Godric’s blood that I drank earlier I know he is enjoying this. I can feel is arousal growing. Two more sets that’s all.
Instead of lashes, warm heavy hands landed on my back. Godric slid his hands over every single spot where his belt landed. Soothing me, soothing my skin. Pretty soon the pain turned into nothing more than a memory. Slouching into his touch, Godric began kissing the wounds on my back.
“La douleur dans l'abstrait. That’s the look you make when my belt connects.” Godric said in between his kisses on my back.
Once the kisses stopped and the heat from his body was replaced by the heat of the room. I knew the last two rounds were to follow. Pretty soon the aftermath of despair and fire spread through my body. How did he do that? A delay in pain. Five lashes no pain until after all the lashes were given. Biting down on my arm is all I can do to keep my screams inside. This is real pain. Controlled pain. Pain as a weapon. Pretty sure this is borderline harm? Or maybe I am delusional? I could be. It is hot. Hell hot.
The scent of blood started flooding my senses. Is that my blood? No, the hits burned but they did not break skin. Opening my eyes, I listened for Godric, not just the sound of his belt slicing the air. There was nothing. I knew he was still in the room with me. But there was no movement. No arousal moving through me either.
“Godric?” Calling out his name in a whisper. Afraid to speak to loudly just in case this is some sort of trick to get me to speak.
“Godric. Answer me.” Still silence is his answer. Afraid to pull on the rope to look back. I started to use “Devil’s Search”.
“There is no need. He will wake up eventually.”
Using my telekinesis, I cut through the rope. Moving faster than I could before. I attacked whoever it was. Unfortunately, for me they moved faster. Creating a sword made from black flames. Kholie stood over an unconscious Godric. There is no blood coming from him. Which meant she most likely killed someone prior to coming here.
With his body laying lifeless, defenseless on the floor. His nakedness making me aware of my own.
“You figured it out. Clever girl.”
“Get to the point of this home invasion Kholie. Did Elloren’s mother send you?”
“Non. I am also not your enemy. I do not particularly like you. However, I wish you no evil.”
“Elloren’s mother friends are my enemies. And besides why manifest a black flame sword?”
Waving the sword through the air. Kholie answered,
“In a few seconds his fairy will arrive to save him. Either she will listen or die. Doesn’t really matter to me.”
In her blue eyes, I could find no emotion at all.
“If you really thought I was dangerous to you. You would have told your mother about me the moment you saw me in her room with the grimoire.”
“You knew I could see you?”
“Oui. I wanted you to see.”
Using my telekinesis, I dressed myself. Pulling a oversized sweater over my body from the ground up. I could not afford to be blinded for not even a moment.
Smiling Kholie, moved away from Godric’s unconscious body.
“You were right to kill that Shadow Clarissa and right to prolong the original Clarissa in your home.” Glancing out the window, Kholie sighed. The moonlight giving away her distaste for whatever fairy of Godric’s is coming. Of course, he knows a fairy.
“Here she comes. “Khloie announced making her sword smaller. Condensing the black flames. Black flames that smelt of burnt sugar. These are my mother’s flames. How can Kholie wield them? I do not remember my mother mentioning anyone outside of herself with this power.
Looking in the same direction as Khloie, I could not yet see anything, however I can feel it. Glancing back at Kholie, she did not appear to be the same blonde girl I meet at The Blackgates. She still appeared around fourteen years of age. However, our house witch uniform did not suit this version of her. It made her look like a child playing dress up. The low-cut black and white dress with sheer exaggerated sleeves and ruffles the bottom of dress hanging off her body.
“Before she arrives. While I have no intention on dying. There is a small probability that his sister will show herself. The fairy I can kill. The Angel of Death I cannot.” Turning to face me Kholie placed a section of her now fading to black hair behind her ear. She began to grow in height and weight. Reverting to the raven-haired witch. Only this time. My eyes have seen this face outside of my home. Back in The Graveyard library.
This woman’s name is not Kholie. Non, this is Ires. I watched her age as she wrote about her encounter with The Angel of Death. Taking a step towards Godric. I needed him to wake up.
“I will not kill your lover. I do not trust him enough to allow him to freely move around in my presence.” Godric mentioned the Crypt Keeper feeling a similar way about him.
“Then I will ask again. Why the home invasion?”
“I will explain with you all present. The fairy is here.” With that Ires/Kholie disappeared to the lake below. I could see her standing on the tips of her toes using the water’s surface to balance herself. Bending down, I shook Godric. He did not move. Slapping him was also ineffective. What the hell did she do to him?
“Mom”. I called out once I saw the black vein in Godric’s neck. Black flames poison. If I feed him blood, that would be useless seeing as I required his blood to heal completely. The only person that could remove it is my mother. Fumbling to dress Godric before my mother reached us. Just as I pulled his shirt on skipping over his sweater, she entered my room.
“Do you know there is fairy on our grounds?”
“Mom, can you help him?” Glancing down at Godric. My mother stepped over his body. The train of her lace dress still moving over Godric’s body, after she made it to the window Ires disappeared from.
There is no need to ask her again. Her answer is no.
“He shall not perish today. His body is pushing the poison out. He feed you too much blood. Takes times to replenish. Now are you aware there is a fée on our grounds?”
Did Ires know that? Was she watching us the entire time? Waiting for her moment to strike? Of course she was, that’s why Godric is poisoned, and his fairy is outside.
“Are you aware the witch down there is related to you ma ’ma?”
My mother did not answer, instead she turned once again to face the window. That meant she did not know. However, she is not surprised.
“Abegail, it’s always an annoyance to see you again.” I could hear Ires ask.
“Where is Godric?”
Wait Abegail? Did I hear correctly. Of course I did, but still. Moving to the window I located the witch and the fairy. There Abegail stood. A real-life Fairy. She is small but agile and powerful. Her tail whipping around her ready to kill with its on free will. Her ears pointed and inescapable. No sound could make it past her without being discovered. She stood unwavering, un-angelic. Her skin covered in diamond like scales. Hell’s angels.
“Où sont ses ailes?” My mother asked.
“With me.” Godric answered rising from the floor.
“You took her wings?” I asked.
“Non, she gave them to me. A sign of ownership.”
Coming to his full height. Godric started unbuttoning his incorrectly buttoned shirt.
“This is your doing St. Vincent?”
“Rushed job.”
By the time Godric rebuttoned the last button on his shirt, Abegail was kneeling by his side. Patting her on the head like one would do to a dog or I would do to Ethan. Godric nodded his head.
“It seems Ires would like to speak with us. Shall we?” Godric asked. Extending his hand to my mother.
“Mom and Abegail go. I need to ask Godric something alone.”
“Whatever it is, vampire I will hear it anyway.”
I could hear my mother smirking as she moved past Godric extended hand and the unwanted fairy. With the moon leaving the sky for its day rest. Everything was bathed in black for a moment. Dawn is approaching. Pretty soon my mother would leave us to rest for the day. Even with Godric’s blood flowing through me I also need to rest for the day. That meant Abegail and Ires needed to be gone and the barrier around the house raised since my father would not be here.
“Abegail, I do not believe we have formally met. My name is Alucard. St. Vincent. Daughter of The King of The Underground. You will never address me outside of my title again.” I said, making sure my eyes did not wavier from her closed ones. I read once fairies rarely opened their eyes and fairies capable metamorphous have no eyesight. Something about becoming a new person requires new vision. It’s not enough to mimic behavior you must see how they see.
Baring her sharpen black teeth at me. Abegail did as told. She followed my mother out of my room. Once I could hear my mother, Ires, and Abegail settling inside the formal room. I pulled on a pair of black sweatpants.
“Your mother could kill them both?” Godric asked as he leaning against the door frame.
“If Ires wanted my mother dead, she would have been.”
Tilting his head to the side. I noticed Godric’s hair beginning to unravel.
“Who belongs to the name Ires?”
“I will explain later. Where is your bow?”
“Inside your bed.”
“Good leave it.”
“You are not upset with me St. Vincent?”
Pulling my hair into a ponytail. I shook my head.
“Non, you have a world outside of the one here. I have Ethan you have Abegail.”
Walking to where I stood. Godric titled my head towards him. I could smell the sex and poison clinging to his skin. I can understand their reluctance to let go. Kissing me and pulling me into him. I could feel us picking up where we left off. Wrapping my hands around his neck. Godric lifted me. Locking my legs around his waist. Disappointment flooding over me that I would have to wait to feel the power of his hips thrusting into me.
“Just a little bit?” Godric asked between kisses.
“I want to. I do. Fuck I do. However, my mother needs to rest during the day. I need to rest.”
Growling a little before placing me back on my own feet. Moving faster than either of us remember. I slapped Godric. With the sound vibrating through the entire mansion and my hand feeling like it would fall off the moment the stinging subsided. Godric laughed. There is no anger in his voice, no hint of revenge. Only deep mirth and genuine entertainment.
Just because I understand he has a life prior to me. Does not mean I will let it slide that a fucking fairy has been watching over Elloren or a fucking fairy is in my home. My father is going to kill me, and my mother will let him. Our natural enemy crossing the threshold of the count himself. Fucking Godric! No wonder my mother stepped over his body and refused to take his hand.
“Stay where you are Abegail.” Godric said, rubbing his cheek.
“I take it St. Vincent you do not require me to answer the question you asked of me prior to your feeding?”
“A fucking fairy Godric? Do you know nothing about dynamics of my world? She is how you know Elloren is okay. But if she is here where is Elloren?”
Just then the front door open and with it the smell of a necromancer.