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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.
As I stand here in this darkened room, I think
about how much I love Lestat. Even when I felt I hated him for giving me
this life, I never really hated him. And now we are together again, like
we were before.
I immediately take control over him, for all
his rowdiness, he has a desire to be conquered, dominated, and I tell him
to get down on his knees. The grace and fluidity in this simple gesture
of kneeling down makes me want to take him right now, but I want this game
to continue.
I step around him, so that I am behind his back,
and kneel down. I let my long hair slip over my shoulder to brush along
his back. My lips come to his neck, and he drops his head forward. I am
greatly tempted to punish him for moving without permission, but the sweet
scent of his blood distracts me. I wind my hands around his stomach, and
lock them about his waist. I pull him back towards me as I pierce the tender
skin of his neck with my fangs.
Lestat lets out a soft sensual moan, and tries
to move his hand back to touch my leg. I bite down sharply on his neck,
and he freezes his arm. He will learn not to disobey me. I remove my mouth
from his throat and whisper in his ear, "Don't move unless I tell you."
I the stand and walk across to the far side of the room and gaze out the
small window. I know this little action causes ripples of agony for him.
I turn and come back to him. I stand over him,
and look into his eyes. The icy blue depths of his eyes are like portals
into his should. He longs for me to be near him. He needs me, whether he
admits it or not. I lean over, and gently kiss him, biting down on my tongue,
bringing the blood to my mouth, then I sink down in front of him, and put
by hands to his face. I tilt his head back, and again put my lips to his
throat. As I pierce the skin of his throat, I push he head to my own neck.
I feel his teeth pierce my neck, and for a few short minutes we were again
connected as intimately as a mortal man and woman. The taste of his sweet
blood on my tongue thrill me ten thousand times more than any human blood
could.
I pulled away gently, and stand up. I place my
hands on his shoulders, and raise him to his feet. I guide him to the large
bed in the center of the room, and lay him on his back. I then sit over
him, straddling his waist. I pull his hands to my mouth and softly kiss
the soft skin of his palms. I drop his hands down.
"You may move," I tell him, "but not a sound."
I can tell he is greatly relived at this small pleasure. He brings his
hands to my sides, and gently strokes my skin. Oh the feel of his hands
gliding over my flesh. I close my eyes and drop my head back, letting a
soft moan escape my lips. Perhaps I am tempting him to make the forbidden
sound, just so that I can punish him, however he controls his emotions
and stays quiet.
I bring one of his hands to my mouth again, and
suck on his fingertips, gently biting down, bringing a drop of blood to
my tongue. I then kiss his palm again, nd drop it to my side.
"Be still now, Mon Dieu." I tell him. He drops
his arms to his sides, and I slip over to lie next to him. I lean to his
ear and whisper, "You've been very good Lestat. I release you."
He turns to face me. "Oh my beautiful Louis,
my love," he whispers, "how I do love you" he finishes as he leans in to
kiss me.
"And I love you Lestat, Mon Dieu." I answer.