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Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me, as usual. I borrowed them from Anne Rice's Vampire Chronicles. This is just for entertainment. I make no money off of this. Please don't sue me, I can't afford it. All the characters will be returned to their rightful owner unharmed after I finish with them. Thank you.
It's just after midnight, we, my Louis and I,
stand in the dark bedroom of my house on the Rue Royale. We have already
fed, our skin is warm and ruddy, ever more human, our voices thick with
blood.
"On your knees." he tells me. I lower myself
down. Oh how wonderful it is to be his control again. My beautiful Louis,
dominate me. Make me yours again.
He walks around me, and kneels behind
my back. I can feel his black curls tickling my naked back. His hands go
around my sides, and lock around my stomach. His lips rest against my throat,
and I drop my head down to allow him fuller access to my neck.
He pulls me back against him as his fang teeth
pierce the skin above the neck vein. My eyes close and a soft moan escapes
my lips. I bring my hand back to brush the side of his leg, but stop when
I feel the sharp pain from a violent stab of his teeth. His lips leave
my neck, the puncture healing instantly.
"Do not move unless I tell you." he says. Oh
the agony, the ecstasy. His hands unlock and he stands again, and walks
to the window in the far side of the room. My eyes follow him, silently
pleading for him to come back, to not leave me in this fold.
Whether by my bidding or not, he turns and comes
back to me, this time standing directly over me. I look up at him with
the silent hope of passion. He bends down and places his lips to mine,
then gently bites down on his tongue, bringing the blood to his mouth.
The taste of the sweet elixir that is his blood sends a shiver through
my body, but the sensation is short lived because he slowly pulls away.
He kneels before me, and places his hands on
either side of my face, and tilts my head backwards, then his lips are
again at my throat, only this time as he breaks the skin, he guides my
head to his throat. My teeth sink into his throat, and I taste the sweet
vampiric blood on my tongue. It seems that we stayed like this forever,
even though it is just for a few minutes
He pulls away slowly, breaking our vampiric kiss.
The parting is short however. His hands come to my shoulders, and pull
me up. He guides me to the large bed, and pushes me down until I am lying
on my back. He sits over me, straddling my stomach. He brings my hands
to his mouth, and gently kisses the inside of my palms.
"You may move," he says, "but not a word." he
finished sternly. At last I am given some relief. My hands come up to his
waist and gently stroke his skin. He lets out a soft moan and tilts his
head back, almost sending me over the edge of ecstasy, but I hold my tongue,
afraid of what the consequences of disobeying him may be.
How I love the fell of his skin against mine,
the soft sounds he makes as I stroke the tender flesh. The way his eyes
glitter with that long buried passion.
He pulls one of my hands to his mouth and gently
sucks on my fingertips. Then I feel him softly biting the tip of my finger,
letting a little blood into his mouth. His eyes close as my blood hits
his tongue. He again kisses the inside of my palm.
"Be still now, Mon Dieu." he says, and I stop
my stroking movements. He rolls off me, and lies against my side. I can
feel his breath against my neck as he leans to my ear. "You've been very
good, Lestat." he says. "I release you."
"Oh my beautiful Louis, my love," I whisper as
I turn to face him, "how I do love you." I finish gently as I move to kiss
him.
"And I love you, Lestat, Mon Dieu."