Eternal Embrace
Descendants of Darkness
Coming from Ellora's Cave
www.ellorascave.com
Published July 2006
Vampire/Quickie
Copyright 2006 Marianne LaCroix
All rights reserved.
The mist of dreams shaded over his senses. He awoke within darkness. A fire nearby crackled, the flames taking the edge off the cool air within the room. But it did little to ease the cold that settled through his body.
“Rest, my lord. Let me comfort you, warm you,” a woman said as she neared him, the orange-red flickering light caressing her glowing skin. By the gods, she was perfect.
Johann was faced with the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Hair black as midnight and eyes green as emeralds, she was his vision of…perfection. She smiled and his blood heated.
“Who are you?”
“I am a dream.”
He glanced around and didn’t recognize anything. Before he could ask where he was or why he was there, she closed her mouth over his. She tasted of ambrosia and the finest wine. Her lips were firm and plump, made for kissing.
His cock stirred to life and it was then he realized he lay naked upon a pallet of furs. The floor and walls were made of stone, like those of a medieval castle, but different from his Northland retreat. He couldn’t clearly make out the tapestries on the walls but it mattered little to him. Right now, all he wanted was the skilled touch of this woman upon his body.
She briefly grasped his length within her hand and he moaned. “You must be a dream.”
“A vision…of love, my lord,” she breathed against his mouth.
Her body was inviting and curvaceous, and as her breasts glided along his chest, he gave in to the desire she invoked.
She was an expert with her mouth, teasing him with each flick of her pink tongue against his skin. She tantalized one hard nipple then the other, and lightly clawed at his sides with her fingernails. The wicked sensation heightened his awareness of her naked figure rubbing so softly along his hardened body.
“Close your eyes, my lord, and let me pleasure you.”
Johann sighed and relaxed his eyelids, giving himself over to her ministrations.
She teased his balls with her fingers, then leaned in and licked their surface. He groaned as she tasted him. He wished she’d touch his hard cock again as it bobbed before her face in enticement. To have those luscious lips curl around his length was what he yearned for, what he craved.
Suddenly he realized he was hungry. Blood—he needed her blood. Even the dream of the feast was enough to drive his libido into a frenzy. He wanted—no, needed—to taste her blood upon his tongue, to take in the liquid life-fluid that pumped through her veins. Oh, how she must taste—delicious and succulent.
She began to run her tongue up his cock, from base to tip. At the small opening of the purplish head, she dipped her tongue into the fluid seeping from the hole.
He was in agony. He was in ecstasy. When she closed her mouth around his cock he flexed his hips, driving himself deeper into her. He slipped his fingers into her hair, gently guiding her head over his penis, encouraging each suckling movement of her mouth.
She took him deep into her mouth and down her throat. He’d never experienced such utopia at the hands, and mouth, of a woman before. Yes, he’d been sucked by many, many women in the past, but somehow this was different—unique. She was completely enraptured by her task, and the little moans of pleasure within her throat only made his cock harder. The vibrations of her sounds drove him closer to the edge.