Full Moon
https://interracialerotica.net/erotica/articles/126/1/Full-Moon/Page1.html
By Tracy Ames
Published on October 31, 2009
Moon stood at the bar and glanced around the bouncing swarm of shadowy Halloween party-goers completely ignoring the thumping beat pouring from the DJ box and going at it free-style. Thank goodness for calibrated strobe lights and smoke machines, he thought. He sat his wine glass on the bar. No more than two seconds pass before the bartender poured him another. Moon acknowledged the bartender with a sharp nod. A gaggle of sexy costume-cad females made their way towards him, obviously impressed with what they saw.
Who wouldn’t be? He was the poster child for his native Sweden: tall athletic body of a Viking God, corn silk blonde hair and blue eyes set on a chiseled face. From head to toe, he was a natural born Swede.
“Ladies,” Moon nodded as they pass. Their banal flirtations elicited a roll of the eyes.
The bartender caught a glimpse of the exchange and declared over the dumping music, “It’s going to be a long night, sir.” He turned and smirked at a tall attractive blonde standing nearby who also spied the brief encounter. “It looks like someone is jealous,” he motioned towards the blonde.
Moon shook his head, his eyes moving towards the clubs’ second level entrance. There, coming through the crowd, stepped a slender dark beauty dressed in a midriff baring hip hugging belly dancer skirt costume complete with slave bells. Suddenly all the other women prancing about faded into the background. “I told her to stay away,” He snorted and took a sip of wine, forgetting about the listening device in his ear.
“Sir, should we have her removed?” his bodyguard came through.
“No, leave her to me,” he ordered, this time removing his ear piece. The blonde snaked behind him.
Moon grappled to understand why she’d come. One mistyped email address had led them to one another; complete happenstance. Now after twelve months of emailing, instant messaging and phone calls this happens…she showing up at his club. This wasn’t he wanted, he’d explained himself clear enough. He needed his space but he struggled with letting her go. They were drawn to one another. When she walked away, he chased and vice-versa. That was their relationship; always on the same page but one always seemed to be reading faster than the other.
And now this, here she was forcing him to act.
Walking through the crowd, he came within ten feet of her. Her body was perfect. His guilt rose and he thought better of himself and turned away.
She caught a vague momentary look and followed him to a secluded bar area still unsure if it was really him. She found him leaning against the bar, his back to the crowd.
“Who are you supposed to be?” She asked taking her place beside him. “A starchy businessman?”
He flagged the bartender for a glass of water and didn’t meet her eyes. “Who are you looking for, Ma’am?”
“I’m looking for Christopher Moon. Everyone calls his Moon,”
He let out a long, arduous sigh and met her gaze. “I’m Moon. How are you, Laina?”
Laina gave a sheepish smile, flashing her big doe eyes. “You know who I am?”
“Of course I know who you are,” He looked her up and down, forcing any semblance of emotion from his stare. Even if he hadn't recognized her sinfully rich contoured body, there was no mistaking her raspy voice. Damn, he thought. Something stirred within him. “Why are you here?”
“I wanted to see you in the flesh.” She’d hardly spoken before being jabbed in the shoulder by the tall blonde as she passed. “Excuse me!” Laina snapped.
The blonde’s glared straight through her sending chills down Laina spine.
Moon shot the blonde a menacing look and she disappeared into the crowd.
“Who is that woman?” Laina pointed over her shoulder.
“Mariah, my feeder.”
A group of drunken clubber joined them at the bar. “Look it’s the man himself,” One announced to the applause of his bladdered cohorts.
“Gentlemen, be safe tonight. Let my security know if you need a ride home,” His replied politely. Quickly, his eyes darted around and he took Laina by the arm, leading her to a quieter corner. “You shouldn’t have come here.” He muttered matter-of-factly.
“Why?” she demanded.
“We’ve talked about this,” His eyes combed the area. “I’m not going into it again. Not here.”
Slowly she ran her arm around his taut waist, bringing herself closer to him and his jaw clenched; fending off the urge to spread her out like some wanton party girl too stupid to realize what she was getting herself into. Laina was more than a cheap fuck. Though it be virtual, she was his closest companion, she was the one he came home to every night, she was the one listening to his meaningless ramblings, and she fed his ego, massaged his sorrows and quenched his thirst for intellectual stimulation.
“Are you angry with me for coming?” She looked up at him innocently.
“Yes.” Moon said robotically. Her soft, subtle smile drew him closer.
“Will you ever forgive me?”
He frowned down at her. “Probably not.” By God he wanted to kiss her.
She felt his muscle flax under his shirt and she smirked, “You don’t mean that.”
He put her at arms length. “Yes, I do. Come on.” He drug her through the crowd, passing his security.
“Are you gonna throw me out?”
“Yes, it’s for your own good.”
She yanked her arm free and backed away, “Can you at least dance with me--just once?”
Moon did not look pleased, his eyes narrowed suspiciously.
“Moon, it’s a dance. I’ll leave afterwards.” She took his hand.
Ignoring the dull thunder churning in his belly, he allowed Laina to pull him onto the dance floor where she began gyrating to the hypnotic music.
Terrified that someone would see him, Christopher Moon, on the dance floor, he motioned to the ever-watchful special effects technician for more smoke and less lights. Only when his orders were carried out did he dare caress the soft lines of muscle on either side of her midriff and move lower until his hands spanned her swaying hips---commanding them to the intransient rhythm. Laina turned away him giving him a full view of the voluptuous curves he was about to relinquish. Moon, reaction was immediate and rigid against her back--just as she’d hoped.
She threw her hands around his neck allowing his hands to roam over her half nude body. And roam he did. Over and the caramel skin of her midriff, up and down her silken thighs, and around to her succulent ass. He leaned and kissed the side of her lithe neck and she whimpered tilting her head, giving him access to the big, pulsing vein beckoning him to partake. The sound of her heartbeat hammered in his ears and throbbed on his lips. The smell of her blood loomed just below the smooth curvature of her neck…taunting him. Tempting him. Teasing him.
“Do it,” Laina insisted.
Moon pulled her against his chest and shook his head with a little less certainty than before. It was only a matter of time before he went numb. The willpower needed to resist her was reduced to a mere shadow locked behind the secret doors of his conscience.
“It’s not safe for you to be here. I told you I’m dangerous,” He could taste her skin.
She whisked around facing him “Let me be the judge of that.”
“I haven’t fed in twelve hours,”
“I can tell by your color,” She thumbed his cheek. “We’re gonna have to remedy that.”
“You don’t know what you asking,”
“I know perfectly well what I’m asking and you will give it to me, “Laina lifted a leg to his waist, instinctively he gripped her thigh and pulled her into him. Taking his hand, Laina led it the slick fabric covering her pussy.
Moon’s mischievous little incubus reared its ugly head. They swapped villainous smiles. She released her hand and closed her eyes at the sensation of his fingers flirted with the moistened fabric. Slowly and methodically his wayward digits coaxed new wetness from her until Laina’s panting breath matched his. He wanted her—all of her. This foreplay wasn’t enough. He ached for more, much more. He wanted her all to himself. But at what cost to her.
The music was blared. He continued to stroke her panties. Her hips moved in undulating waves towards his hand. Her body pressed against his, her full breast begged for his attention, her hands ran through the back of his hair. “Moon, please don’t stop. Not yet,” Laina innocently dropped her head to his shoulder. Drunken party-goers danced frantically around them none the wiser that Moon was about to bring her to orgasm right beside them.
“Make me cum,” Laina whispered just below his ear.
Her warm breath trickled across his neck causing his cock to lurch in his slacks. Her scent filled his head. Again, her pulse sang like apparitions in his ears. This was neither the time nor place for a finger-clenching orgasm yet he felt compelled to give her this act of kindness. It was his procrastination that lead her to endanger herself, he told himself as he tugged at her panties, pushing them aside giving him right of entry to her innocent flesh.
Moon touched Laina’s outer labia. Simultaneously, they gasped, neither able to articulate unbridled satisfaction they shared by crossing this sacred line. Lightly, he placed wet little circles around her clit, twiddling it with his fingertip. Her chin quivered, her chest rose as he slowly moved his finger into her depths. Her breath caught with ever new spot his touched. Laina trembled silently transfixed in his once formidable eyes; her sanity teetered in this ambiguous legroom between foreplay and fucking. She prayed he’d go softer, and he did and was rewarded by her walls sucking dutifully on his finger send pre-cum streaking down his hand.
Plagued by ineffable helplessness in her eyes, Moon strengthened his resolve to suppress his dark animalistic impulses. But why? This beautiful creature willingly came to him despite all his warnings and objections. He attempted to move deeper, she recoiled, teasingly sucking her bottom lip as if this was a game to him. Moon’s fangs tingled below his gums, his hunger and need stirred. She was too close yet not closes enough. His resolve swung like a pendulum.
Pain and consequences be damned, he didn’t want to let her go.
After a year of virtual dating, Laina Graham is ready to lay eyes on her man. Christopher Moon, a club owner and all a round Swedish hottie. Both wanted to deepen their relationship but neither knew how. Laina took matters into her own hands
Full Moon
Moon stood at the bar and glanced around the bouncing swarm of shadowy Halloween party-goers completely ignoring the thumping beat pouring from the DJ box and going at it free-style. Thank goodness for calibrated strobe lights and smoke machines, he thought. He sat his wine glass on the bar. No more than two seconds pass before the bartender poured him another. Moon acknowledged the bartender with a sharp nod. A gaggle of sexy costume-cad females made their way towards him, obviously impressed with what they saw.
Who wouldn’t be? He was the poster child for his native Sweden: tall athletic body of a Viking God, corn silk blonde hair and blue eyes set on a chiseled face. From head to toe, he was a natural born Swede.
“Ladies,” Moon nodded as they pass. Their banal flirtations elicited a roll of the eyes.
The bartender caught a glimpse of the exchange and declared over the dumping music, “It’s going to be a long night, sir.” He turned and smirked at a tall attractive blonde standing nearby who also spied the brief encounter. “It looks like someone is jealous,” he motioned towards the blonde.
Moon shook his head, his eyes moving towards the clubs’ second level entrance. There, coming through the crowd, stepped a slender dark beauty dressed in a midriff baring hip hugging belly dancer skirt costume complete with slave bells. Suddenly all the other women prancing about faded into the background. “I told her to stay away,” He snorted and took a sip of wine, forgetting about the listening device in his ear.
“Sir, should we have her removed?” his bodyguard came through.
“No, leave her to me,” he ordered, this time removing his ear piece. The blonde snaked behind him.
Moon grappled to understand why she’d come. One mistyped email address had led them to one another; complete happenstance. Now after twelve months of emailing, instant messaging and phone calls this happens…she showing up at his club. This wasn’t he wanted, he’d explained himself clear enough. He needed his space but he struggled with letting her go. They were drawn to one another. When she walked away, he chased and vice-versa. That was their relationship; always on the same page but one always seemed to be reading faster than the other.
And now this, here she was forcing him to act.
Walking through the crowd, he came within ten feet of her. Her body was perfect. His guilt rose and he thought better of himself and turned away.
She caught a vague momentary look and followed him to a secluded bar area still unsure if it was really him. She found him leaning against the bar, his back to the crowd.
“Who are you supposed to be?” She asked taking her place beside him. “A starchy businessman?”
He flagged the bartender for a glass of water and didn’t meet her eyes. “Who are you looking for, Ma’am?”
“I’m looking for Christopher Moon. Everyone calls his Moon,”
He let out a long, arduous sigh and met her gaze. “I’m Moon. How are you, Laina?”
Laina gave a sheepish smile, flashing her big doe eyes. “You know who I am?”
“Of course I know who you are,” He looked her up and down, forcing any semblance of emotion from his stare. Even if he hadn't recognized her sinfully rich contoured body, there was no mistaking her raspy voice. Damn, he thought. Something stirred within him. “Why are you here?”
“I wanted to see you in the flesh.” She’d hardly spoken before being jabbed in the shoulder by the tall blonde as she passed. “Excuse me!” Laina snapped.
The blonde’s glared straight through her sending chills down Laina spine.
Moon shot the blonde a menacing look and she disappeared into the crowd.
“Who is that woman?” Laina pointed over her shoulder.
“Mariah, my feeder.”
A group of drunken clubber joined them at the bar. “Look it’s the man himself,” One announced to the applause of his bladdered cohorts.
“Gentlemen, be safe tonight. Let my security know if you need a ride home,” His replied politely. Quickly, his eyes darted around and he took Laina by the arm, leading her to a quieter corner. “You shouldn’t have come here.” He muttered matter-of-factly.
“Why?” she demanded.
“We’ve talked about this,” His eyes combed the area. “I’m not going into it again. Not here.”
Slowly she ran her arm around his taut waist, bringing herself closer to him and his jaw clenched; fending off the urge to spread her out like some wanton party girl too stupid to realize what she was getting herself into. Laina was more than a cheap fuck. Though it be virtual, she was his closest companion, she was the one he came home to every night, she was the one listening to his meaningless ramblings, and she fed his ego, massaged his sorrows and quenched his thirst for intellectual stimulation.
“Are you angry with me for coming?” She looked up at him innocently.
“Yes.” Moon said robotically. Her soft, subtle smile drew him closer.
“Will you ever forgive me?”
He frowned down at her. “Probably not.” By God he wanted to kiss her.
She felt his muscle flax under his shirt and she smirked, “You don’t mean that.”
He put her at arms length. “Yes, I do. Come on.” He drug her through the crowd, passing his security.
“Are you gonna throw me out?”
“Yes, it’s for your own good.”
She yanked her arm free and backed away, “Can you at least dance with me--just once?”
Moon did not look pleased, his eyes narrowed suspiciously.
“Moon, it’s a dance. I’ll leave afterwards.” She took his hand.
Ignoring the dull thunder churning in his belly, he allowed Laina to pull him onto the dance floor where she began gyrating to the hypnotic music.
Terrified that someone would see him, Christopher Moon, on the dance floor, he motioned to the ever-watchful special effects technician for more smoke and less lights. Only when his orders were carried out did he dare caress the soft lines of muscle on either side of her midriff and move lower until his hands spanned her swaying hips---commanding them to the intransient rhythm. Laina turned away him giving him a full view of the voluptuous curves he was about to relinquish. Moon, reaction was immediate and rigid against her back--just as she’d hoped.
She threw her hands around his neck allowing his hands to roam over her half nude body. And roam he did. Over and the caramel skin of her midriff, up and down her silken thighs, and around to her succulent ass. He leaned and kissed the side of her lithe neck and she whimpered tilting her head, giving him access to the big, pulsing vein beckoning him to partake. The sound of her heartbeat hammered in his ears and throbbed on his lips. The smell of her blood loomed just below the smooth curvature of her neck…taunting him. Tempting him. Teasing him.
“Do it,” Laina insisted.
Moon pulled her against his chest and shook his head with a little less certainty than before. It was only a matter of time before he went numb. The willpower needed to resist her was reduced to a mere shadow locked behind the secret doors of his conscience.
“It’s not safe for you to be here. I told you I’m dangerous,” He could taste her skin.
She whisked around facing him “Let me be the judge of that.”
“I haven’t fed in twelve hours,”
“I can tell by your color,” She thumbed his cheek. “We’re gonna have to remedy that.”
“You don’t know what you asking,”
“I know perfectly well what I’m asking and you will give it to me, “Laina lifted a leg to his waist, instinctively he gripped her thigh and pulled her into him. Taking his hand, Laina led it the slick fabric covering her pussy.
Moon’s mischievous little incubus reared its ugly head. They swapped villainous smiles. She released her hand and closed her eyes at the sensation of his fingers flirted with the moistened fabric. Slowly and methodically his wayward digits coaxed new wetness from her until Laina’s panting breath matched his. He wanted her—all of her. This foreplay wasn’t enough. He ached for more, much more. He wanted her all to himself. But at what cost to her.
The music was blared. He continued to stroke her panties. Her hips moved in undulating waves towards his hand. Her body pressed against his, her full breast begged for his attention, her hands ran through the back of his hair. “Moon, please don’t stop. Not yet,” Laina innocently dropped her head to his shoulder. Drunken party-goers danced frantically around them none the wiser that Moon was about to bring her to orgasm right beside them.
“Make me cum,” Laina whispered just below his ear.
Her warm breath trickled across his neck causing his cock to lurch in his slacks. Her scent filled his head. Again, her pulse sang like apparitions in his ears. This was neither the time nor place for a finger-clenching orgasm yet he felt compelled to give her this act of kindness. It was his procrastination that lead her to endanger herself, he told himself as he tugged at her panties, pushing them aside giving him right of entry to her innocent flesh.
Moon touched Laina’s outer labia. Simultaneously, they gasped, neither able to articulate unbridled satisfaction they shared by crossing this sacred line. Lightly, he placed wet little circles around her clit, twiddling it with his fingertip. Her chin quivered, her chest rose as he slowly moved his finger into her depths. Her breath caught with ever new spot his touched. Laina trembled silently transfixed in his once formidable eyes; her sanity teetered in this ambiguous legroom between foreplay and fucking. She prayed he’d go softer, and he did and was rewarded by her walls sucking dutifully on his finger send pre-cum streaking down his hand.
Plagued by ineffable helplessness in her eyes, Moon strengthened his resolve to suppress his dark animalistic impulses. But why? This beautiful creature willingly came to him despite all his warnings and objections. He attempted to move deeper, she recoiled, teasingly sucking her bottom lip as if this was a game to him. Moon’s fangs tingled below his gums, his hunger and need stirred. She was too close yet not closes enough. His resolve swung like a pendulum.
Pain and consequences be damned, he didn’t want to let her go.
Full Moon
Moon abruptly took Laina by the wrist; they weaved their way through the revelers, up two flights of stairs, pass his security and into his private office. Laina surveyed the darkened interior. Shadowy rooms always unnerved her but here in his presence she felt at ease.
“You have good…”
Before he could finish her sentence, Moon pinned her against the door, greedily devoured her lips under a passionate kiss, holding her head as if he’d crush it in his gluttonous need for her. His entire body shook with when his lips touched hers. His hunger slowed until all that hung between them was an unhurried lingering need to experience one another in a way they never could before
Laina took a short breath, stunned by his sudden aggressiveness, then relaxed under his mouth.
Moon could taste her desire and need for him. His canines sharpened. He stopped, placing his forehead on hers. “You should leave,” Moon intoned with a sense of desperation. “I can’t control myself. You’re not safe.”
Laina kissed him. She could feel his fangs pressing against his lips. “I’m here.”
“Yes, but you shouldn’t be, Laina. Why did you come?”
“But I am,” she held his face desperate to met his eyes. “I’m here because once I love someone, no matter what they do, I can't stop loving them.”
“Don’t make this more difficult than it as to be, please. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re not going to hurt me,” She kissed him once more and unbuttoned and removed his shirt. “Don’t you don’t want me?”
Moon gritted his teeth. “Of course I want you.” He removed her top and cupped her breasts, placing tender kisses on her nipples.
She let slip a quiet moan. “Then why’d you kept me waiting for a year before meeting you in person and then threaten to have me thrown me out of the club?” She disposed of his pants and freed his strong cock from its confines.
“You know why,” He pressed into her, kissing her hard while removing the last of her costume and spun her away from him, leaning her against the door.
“I don’t need your protection. Stop treating me like a child. Ohhh fuck!” Laina cried through her teeth.
Moon rubbed the head of his cock over her pussy, still wet from their dance floor explorations. “Then what do you want?” His lips traced her shoulders, steering clear of her neck.
“I want you to make love to me,” Laina panted as Moon teasingly slipped into her shallows and retrieved with a sucking sound.
“Tell me what you really want.”
“I want you to make me immortal. Oh shit!!” she screamed.
With sublime gentleness, Moon held either side of her hips and stroked balls-deep into her, finding his rhythm between her labia: long, deep strokes that paused at their apex. Again and again and again he moved…in and out. Her rasping ululations for more and infinitely sweet anemone-like pussy fed his carnal appetite to fuck her off her legs. The scent of her blood filled his nostrils. He shook his head, ridding himself of those thoughts.
Pulling out, Moon forced her arms backwards; securing them at the small on her back by the wrist and used them to guide her to the couch. He sat. She straddled his lap, her hips gyrating to their own feral keening volition. This time it wasn’t about him. If he wouldn’t give her what she wanted, then his cock would be tied to the whipping post. She was five pounds of wrath in a four pound bag.
Moon pinned from behind her, and pulled her close, their mouths devouring one another’s. “Fuck Laina,” he growled into her mouth, the sound cock being accepted…no, used by her pussy’s ancient rhythms, the punishing beat of her heart calling to him, and the delicate scent of her blood all weakened him. His fangs began to extend, he desperately tried to hold them back. Laina’s tongue nicked against one, sending a tiny stream on blood into his mouth. Moon tried to pull away but she pressed her mouth firmly onto his. Moaning and crying, her hips rocked, his cock ventured to new places within pussy. The metallic traces of her blood combined with their passion proved a gruesome marriage.
With all his force, Moon reluctantly broke their kiss. “You’re not ready.” Moon’s voice was hoarse, breathing staggered.
Laina’s eyes rolled backwards. Her orgasm lay prostrate just on the side of his pulsating cadence.
“You’re cumming?”
Her eyelids fluttered.
“Look at me,” Moon jutted, matching her stroke for stroke until her orgasm washed over her in rippling tidal wave while her inner slut latched on to his cock, and drained his balls. They searched their vocabularies for words suitable for their violent pleasure fuck.
Collectively, “OH SHIT!” was the best they could drudge up. They fell onto one another until the seismic shakes abated.
Laina drew in a deep breath and managed to bring her desperate pants under control. She looked softly into Moon’s pool blue eyes. “Hey you.”
Moon thumbed her cheek. “Hey back to you.” He kissed her gently. This time she didn’t feel his fangs. He judged from her perplexed expression, he needed to expound. “I’m vampire of a different sort. I feed on blood and sex; one or the other…preferably both when I can.”
She studied his face with feather light taps of her fingers. He relaxed, basking in her attention and kicking himself for putting her off for so long.
“Smile for me. I want to see your teeth.” She tapped his lips open. She peered inside, inspected his gums. “hhhmmm”
“You can’t see them at all, can you?”
Laina shook her head. “No, I can’t,” a few quiet moments passed while their silently acknowledging this turning point on their relationship. “So you mean to tell me that if I continue to give you good lovin’ you won’t have to bite me.”
Moon twisted his jaw, trying to hide his amusement at her simplification of their lifestyle. “No, I won’t have to bite you but I will require a feeder.”
She gave ‘okay that doesn’t sound so bad’ expression. “But that still poses a problem because I’ll become old and wrinkled while you will remain as gorgeous as you are today.”
“You’re right,” Moon sighed and kissed her lips. “I don’t think you’re ready. You don’t know enough about us. This isn’t ‘Twilight’, Laina. There’s no turning back, what’s done is done.” He saw the disappointment scissor across her face. “I will make you a deal. We’ll give it a year and if you still feel the same, then we’ll talk.”
Laina’s pouty face brightened at once. “Deal!” she kissed him deeply and jumped from his lap in search of her clothes.
Moon went to his desk; the voicemail light was blinking on his phone.
“I’m busy tomorrow morning but I’ll be free by noon. Do you wanna get lunch?”
Moon glanced up at her, his eyes widened. “Sure,” He held his hands up in a non-threatening manner. “Laina, I need you to walk towards me slowly, sweetheart.”
Laina froze with fear. Her breathing quickened.
“Laina, focus. Don’t be afraid. Walk.” His voice was wry.
She shook her head and tears began to flow down her cheeks. She felt a lukewarm limb take her around the neck, then the press of a cold blade. “Oh God,” She gasped, her eyes plead for help.
“Mariah, let her go.” Moon demanded.
Mariah pushed Laina out of the shadows into the center of the room. “So this is your little girlfriend.” She used the edge of the blade to turn Laina’s face to hers. “Great to finally meet you. Do you how long I’ve waited for this man? Years. He has fed on me for years with the promise of making me. He’ll never give you what you want but I will.”
Laina released a light whimper.
“Don’t Mariah!” Moon said, judging he was too far away from them to lunge. His best hope lie in talking her down. “We had an arrangement. You’re not ready to cross.” What he really meant was she was too mentally unstable.
“No,” Mariah pursed her lips, her eyes dark and gloomy. “No, I’m ready. And now you’ll have to choose, me or her.”
Laina came unglued, pleading and begging for Moon like trapped animal.
Moon moved towards them.
Mariah held Laina tightly by the back of her head, pitching her towards Moon like a rag doll, the blade still against her throat, stopping him in his tracks. “Who’s it gonna be? Me or her? You only have time to save one of us.”
Laina frantically reached for Moon but Mariah jerked her back.
“Mariah let her go!” he demanded once more.
“Wrong answer,” Mariah sliced the blade across Laina’s small throat and released her, then sliced her own. The room fell silent and weightless.
Her mouth slightly agape, blood pouring down her chest, Laina fell to her knees, then collapsed followed by Mariah.
There was no time to waste. Moon pushed Mariah’s body aside and cradled Laina in his arms. Why didn't she listen to me? he chanted. Now he was either to watch her die or make her, bringing her into his world. Neither option was palpable. But what choice did they have? She was dead either way.
Laina’s throat gargled.
Moon kissed her lips tenderly. “I’m sorry,” Crippled with guilt, he closed her heavy eyelids. His canines slid from their housing in his jaw. He bent his head, latched onto a spot where he could feel her pulse thumping against his tongue and sucked copious amount of blood, hastening the process.
Laina writhed, barely conscious and her heart slowed.
Moon laid her on the floor, took up the blade and cut in to his forearm. His blood ran free; he pressed his wound to her lips urging her to drink.
Laina eyes flutter ever-so slightly as Moon’s blood pass between her lips. The side of her neck twitched.
He heard her, watching and waiting for her heart to stop. Minutes went by. Laina and Mariah lie clinging to life. There was more than sufficient time to save Mariah but Moon didn’t budge from Laina’s side. Let her die, he scoffed.
Finally it happened. Laina was gone.
Moon prayed he’d done enough. He fears were settled. Laina heaved.
Her body contorted, her veins snaked with the pain of her crossing. A couple of deep breaths and she fell still.
Moon checked Mariah’s pulse. She was still hanging on. Good, Laina will need to feed when she awakes.
Laina curled into the fetal position, her wound almost completely healed. Moon covered her nude body with his jacket and held on to her for dear life. Her eyes opened, flashing steel gray and healthy, well as healthy as a once living; now dead person can appear.
Moon smiled down at her. “Hey you,”
Laina formed a wry smile “Hey back to you” She looked around drowsily. “What a fucking night.”
“You have good…”
Before he could finish her sentence, Moon pinned her against the door, greedily devoured her lips under a passionate kiss, holding her head as if he’d crush it in his gluttonous need for her. His entire body shook with when his lips touched hers. His hunger slowed until all that hung between them was an unhurried lingering need to experience one another in a way they never could before
Laina took a short breath, stunned by his sudden aggressiveness, then relaxed under his mouth.
Moon could taste her desire and need for him. His canines sharpened. He stopped, placing his forehead on hers. “You should leave,” Moon intoned with a sense of desperation. “I can’t control myself. You’re not safe.”
Laina kissed him. She could feel his fangs pressing against his lips. “I’m here.”
“Yes, but you shouldn’t be, Laina. Why did you come?”
“But I am,” she held his face desperate to met his eyes. “I’m here because once I love someone, no matter what they do, I can't stop loving them.”
“Don’t make this more difficult than it as to be, please. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re not going to hurt me,” She kissed him once more and unbuttoned and removed his shirt. “Don’t you don’t want me?”
Moon gritted his teeth. “Of course I want you.” He removed her top and cupped her breasts, placing tender kisses on her nipples.
She let slip a quiet moan. “Then why’d you kept me waiting for a year before meeting you in person and then threaten to have me thrown me out of the club?” She disposed of his pants and freed his strong cock from its confines.
“You know why,” He pressed into her, kissing her hard while removing the last of her costume and spun her away from him, leaning her against the door.
“I don’t need your protection. Stop treating me like a child. Ohhh fuck!” Laina cried through her teeth.
Moon rubbed the head of his cock over her pussy, still wet from their dance floor explorations. “Then what do you want?” His lips traced her shoulders, steering clear of her neck.
“I want you to make love to me,” Laina panted as Moon teasingly slipped into her shallows and retrieved with a sucking sound.
“Tell me what you really want.”
“I want you to make me immortal. Oh shit!!” she screamed.
With sublime gentleness, Moon held either side of her hips and stroked balls-deep into her, finding his rhythm between her labia: long, deep strokes that paused at their apex. Again and again and again he moved…in and out. Her rasping ululations for more and infinitely sweet anemone-like pussy fed his carnal appetite to fuck her off her legs. The scent of her blood filled his nostrils. He shook his head, ridding himself of those thoughts.
Pulling out, Moon forced her arms backwards; securing them at the small on her back by the wrist and used them to guide her to the couch. He sat. She straddled his lap, her hips gyrating to their own feral keening volition. This time it wasn’t about him. If he wouldn’t give her what she wanted, then his cock would be tied to the whipping post. She was five pounds of wrath in a four pound bag.
Moon pinned from behind her, and pulled her close, their mouths devouring one another’s. “Fuck Laina,” he growled into her mouth, the sound cock being accepted…no, used by her pussy’s ancient rhythms, the punishing beat of her heart calling to him, and the delicate scent of her blood all weakened him. His fangs began to extend, he desperately tried to hold them back. Laina’s tongue nicked against one, sending a tiny stream on blood into his mouth. Moon tried to pull away but she pressed her mouth firmly onto his. Moaning and crying, her hips rocked, his cock ventured to new places within pussy. The metallic traces of her blood combined with their passion proved a gruesome marriage.
With all his force, Moon reluctantly broke their kiss. “You’re not ready.” Moon’s voice was hoarse, breathing staggered.
Laina’s eyes rolled backwards. Her orgasm lay prostrate just on the side of his pulsating cadence.
“You’re cumming?”
Her eyelids fluttered.
“Look at me,” Moon jutted, matching her stroke for stroke until her orgasm washed over her in rippling tidal wave while her inner slut latched on to his cock, and drained his balls. They searched their vocabularies for words suitable for their violent pleasure fuck.
Collectively, “OH SHIT!” was the best they could drudge up. They fell onto one another until the seismic shakes abated.
Laina drew in a deep breath and managed to bring her desperate pants under control. She looked softly into Moon’s pool blue eyes. “Hey you.”
Moon thumbed her cheek. “Hey back to you.” He kissed her gently. This time she didn’t feel his fangs. He judged from her perplexed expression, he needed to expound. “I’m vampire of a different sort. I feed on blood and sex; one or the other…preferably both when I can.”
She studied his face with feather light taps of her fingers. He relaxed, basking in her attention and kicking himself for putting her off for so long.
“Smile for me. I want to see your teeth.” She tapped his lips open. She peered inside, inspected his gums. “hhhmmm”
“You can’t see them at all, can you?”
Laina shook her head. “No, I can’t,” a few quiet moments passed while their silently acknowledging this turning point on their relationship. “So you mean to tell me that if I continue to give you good lovin’ you won’t have to bite me.”
Moon twisted his jaw, trying to hide his amusement at her simplification of their lifestyle. “No, I won’t have to bite you but I will require a feeder.”
She gave ‘okay that doesn’t sound so bad’ expression. “But that still poses a problem because I’ll become old and wrinkled while you will remain as gorgeous as you are today.”
“You’re right,” Moon sighed and kissed her lips. “I don’t think you’re ready. You don’t know enough about us. This isn’t ‘Twilight’, Laina. There’s no turning back, what’s done is done.” He saw the disappointment scissor across her face. “I will make you a deal. We’ll give it a year and if you still feel the same, then we’ll talk.”
Laina’s pouty face brightened at once. “Deal!” she kissed him deeply and jumped from his lap in search of her clothes.
Moon went to his desk; the voicemail light was blinking on his phone.
“I’m busy tomorrow morning but I’ll be free by noon. Do you wanna get lunch?”
Moon glanced up at her, his eyes widened. “Sure,” He held his hands up in a non-threatening manner. “Laina, I need you to walk towards me slowly, sweetheart.”
Laina froze with fear. Her breathing quickened.
“Laina, focus. Don’t be afraid. Walk.” His voice was wry.
She shook her head and tears began to flow down her cheeks. She felt a lukewarm limb take her around the neck, then the press of a cold blade. “Oh God,” She gasped, her eyes plead for help.
“Mariah, let her go.” Moon demanded.
Mariah pushed Laina out of the shadows into the center of the room. “So this is your little girlfriend.” She used the edge of the blade to turn Laina’s face to hers. “Great to finally meet you. Do you how long I’ve waited for this man? Years. He has fed on me for years with the promise of making me. He’ll never give you what you want but I will.”
Laina released a light whimper.
“Don’t Mariah!” Moon said, judging he was too far away from them to lunge. His best hope lie in talking her down. “We had an arrangement. You’re not ready to cross.” What he really meant was she was too mentally unstable.
“No,” Mariah pursed her lips, her eyes dark and gloomy. “No, I’m ready. And now you’ll have to choose, me or her.”
Laina came unglued, pleading and begging for Moon like trapped animal.
Moon moved towards them.
Mariah held Laina tightly by the back of her head, pitching her towards Moon like a rag doll, the blade still against her throat, stopping him in his tracks. “Who’s it gonna be? Me or her? You only have time to save one of us.”
Laina frantically reached for Moon but Mariah jerked her back.
“Mariah let her go!” he demanded once more.
“Wrong answer,” Mariah sliced the blade across Laina’s small throat and released her, then sliced her own. The room fell silent and weightless.
Her mouth slightly agape, blood pouring down her chest, Laina fell to her knees, then collapsed followed by Mariah.
There was no time to waste. Moon pushed Mariah’s body aside and cradled Laina in his arms. Why didn't she listen to me? he chanted. Now he was either to watch her die or make her, bringing her into his world. Neither option was palpable. But what choice did they have? She was dead either way.
Laina’s throat gargled.
Moon kissed her lips tenderly. “I’m sorry,” Crippled with guilt, he closed her heavy eyelids. His canines slid from their housing in his jaw. He bent his head, latched onto a spot where he could feel her pulse thumping against his tongue and sucked copious amount of blood, hastening the process.
Laina writhed, barely conscious and her heart slowed.
Moon laid her on the floor, took up the blade and cut in to his forearm. His blood ran free; he pressed his wound to her lips urging her to drink.
Laina eyes flutter ever-so slightly as Moon’s blood pass between her lips. The side of her neck twitched.
He heard her, watching and waiting for her heart to stop. Minutes went by. Laina and Mariah lie clinging to life. There was more than sufficient time to save Mariah but Moon didn’t budge from Laina’s side. Let her die, he scoffed.
Finally it happened. Laina was gone.
Moon prayed he’d done enough. He fears were settled. Laina heaved.
Her body contorted, her veins snaked with the pain of her crossing. A couple of deep breaths and she fell still.
Moon checked Mariah’s pulse. She was still hanging on. Good, Laina will need to feed when she awakes.
Laina curled into the fetal position, her wound almost completely healed. Moon covered her nude body with his jacket and held on to her for dear life. Her eyes opened, flashing steel gray and healthy, well as healthy as a once living; now dead person can appear.
Moon smiled down at her. “Hey you,”
Laina formed a wry smile “Hey back to you” She looked around drowsily. “What a fucking night.”