Page 32 of Paying The Vampire

“Would you take a wolf as your queen?” I asked, running my hand around the back of his head, feeling his thick hair splay around my fingers.

“I would, as long as that wolf is you,” he replied.

I smirked and then, possessed by a newfound confidence, I kissed him. I pulled him into me and forced my lips to crash against his. I let the attraction spill out of every pore of me because I wanted to throw myself into the world and shun all sense of shame and modesty that had held me back. I was not some scared girl, I was a woman, a wolf, and I would not be afraid of these desires that rampaged within me. I would not turn away from them, but embrace them, just as I would embrace him.

I wrapped my arms tightly around him, coiling like vines and he did the same. We were gripped in a fervor, this love affair that should never have been, a wolf and a vampire kissing under the moon. But we were both creatures of the night and we had both been at war with our own kind, but we had found each other and in that bond we had grown. Our tongues danced as I melted into him. I pressed myself against him. His hands ran up and down my spine, gently caressing the length of my body. He traced along the rise of my hips and the breadth of my shoulders, as well as dropping down to caress my ass. I wasn’t afraid of getting what I wanted any longer though. I turned around and pressed my back against him. His arms wrapped around me. I took his hands and clamped them against my breasts. The sensation of him touching me was unlike anything else. It was as though yet another part of me had been awakened, and I wondered how many other secret, hidden caverns existed within my soul.

His fingers clamped into my soft skin, sinking into my breasts. My nipples hardened instantly and I moaned at the feeling of him stimulating them. He tweaked and pinched them and shudders were sent through my entire body. My knees went weak and the breath rushed out of my throat. I reached up and angled my head back, kissing him wildly, aching to feel his lips upon mine again. He moaned and grunted and went entirely rigid. He was not undead any longer. I had brought life to him again. I had rejuvenated him because I was his queen and I was blessed to arouse him.

His hands slipped down my body, reaching closer and closer to the dewy thatch of hair that burned with arousal. I groaned as I arched my body and felt him touch me there for the first time and delight burst within me. I was weak and strong all at once, and it was only because of him that I managed to stay upright.

I turned and gave him a wet, passionate kiss. My lips were ardent and a storm raged within me. All I wanted was him. I wanted to tear the world apart and scream to the heavens and give him everything that I had been holding back. He was my king and he had earned the right to my body, and no other was going to touch me. He was the one, the only one. He had shown me the way. He had brought out the wolf, and now he was going to have every part of me and I was going to have every part of him.

We broke apart from the kiss and I looked down at him, so overwhelmed with my emotions that I could not form any coherent words. All the noises that came out of my mouth were low and guttural and primal. I looked at him with scorn because he was still wearing clothes. I took them and, with newfound strength rushing through my body, I ripped them apart too.

He stood there, naked. Hair bristled across hard, taut flesh. He was lean, yet muscular. His limbs were long, his shoulders wide, his hair seeming darker because his flesh was pale. I ran my hands along his body, feeling every inch of him. I placed my hand upon his heart and did not feel it beating, but I knew there was still life in there. I kissed his neck and his throat, gently moving my lips along his collarbone as my hands dropped down and found his manhood. I stroked the skin and under the coaxing kisses I felt him spring to life, as though a volcano was about to erupt. I murmured my delight as we sank to the moss, kneeling in the courtyard with the moon and the stars as our only witnesses.

Our arms wrapped around each other and we kissed deeply, sharing something intimate and close. Our gazes met each other and it was as though I was truly seeing him, not just the vampire, but the man inside, the sliver of a soul that he had carried with him through his years of existence. There were so many things that I wanted to tell him, but my body cried out and this yearning desire overwhelmed me completely. I whimpered as we kissed and I lost myself in him. I pressed myself so hard against him that it felt as though I was going to be absorbed in him, and this is what I wanted more than anything. I traced the angles of his muscles and the lines of his spine, throwing myself at him even though I had no idea of what I was really doing. But I realized that it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that I did what came naturally to me, because these feelings were ones he inspired and if we got carried away by them then it did not matter at all.

He lay me down on the soft moss of the courtyard. The moss might have been soft, but the ground was hard, yet I did not feel the need to get him to carry me to a bed. It seemed fitting to be out here among nature, as though this was where I always belonged. There was a fire blazing near us that fought off the cold, and so shadows danced and flickered across our naked bodies. He lay beside me, kissing me lovingly as his hand dragged down my body, his fingers playing in between my breasts before following the path down. There he caressed my burning inner thighs and made me whimper. My head arched back under the inspiration of his touch, and the breaths that left me were all sharp and shallow. My chest heaved with the rolling waves of pleasure that tumbled through my molten core. Then he brought his fingers across and they danced around my most intimate area, teasing me and torturing me and making me feel truly alive, as though I had only been sleepwalking through the world before this.

Desire spiked all over my body as I twisted and turned. My toes curled and I groaned as his fingers slipped deeper inside me, artfully toying with me and making me feel as I had never felt before. He curled them back and forth, knowing just where and how to touch me. It was as though he had always been made for me, or that I had been made for him. Perhaps we had been made for each other. I could feel the waves of pleasure rippling out within me, all building from a certain point and then flowing from it. Tingles spread across my chest and arms to the very tips of my fingers, while I felt a pulsating throb cascade down through the delta of my thighs, hot wetness dripping out like melting wax from a hot candle. Sweat prickled on the surface of my flesh. It was as though everything within me had been turned up to its most intense level.

And then he shifted his position so that he was on top of me. Still with his fingers inside me he descended down, leaving a trail of kisses as he went. His hands then rose, switching with his mouth. He toyed with my breasts as his tongue met my femininity and began dancing and swirling around, creating a wholly new kind of sensation. His breath passed across me like a breeze in a desert and I was in heaven. My eyes rolled closed and my head lolled from side to side as my hands clamped around his head because they needed to grip on something. My face twisted and writhed as the storm grew more intense within me, flashing and crackling, the lightning and thunder tearing me apart as he continued to please me, using all of his experience to make me feel alive. I was a virgin, but he was quickly taking away all my innocence and leaving something harder and hotter in its place, something that I was never going to regret or forget. Oh, my King, oh, Cassius…

The soaring, elated pleasure made me feel as though I was ascending from my body. I felt as though I was dancing among the stars and balanced on the moon. Every way he touched me brought such exquisite delight that I was in paradise and I was filled with a euphoric sense, a sense that I would never come down. My skin was flushed and I was out of breath, but I wasn’t ready for it to end yet. The orgasmic sensations were so cloying and wonderful and addictive. I wanted more, even though I wasn’t sure I was ready for more. I wanted it all. I wanted to make up for the lost years where I had been shunned. I wanted to ensure that I was given all the adoration and love that was rightfully mine, and Cassius seemed enthusiastic to give it to me. He hooked his hands around my arms as he buried himself in me, his tongue dancing wildly. I was naked and vulnerable before him in a way that I had never been with anyone else before, and he treated me like a goddess.

When he finally rose for breath his lips were stained with the triumph of my pleasure, and his body was so vibrant and tempting I just wanted to have him, all of him. I was exhausted and drained and delirious, but this was not going to keep me from having him. I managed to push myself up, feeling groggy, the echoes of pleasure still careening through me like shooting stars. I lay my hands against him and kissed him, pushing him to the floor. I wanted to make him feel as good as I felt, so I fell to the middle of his body and took his erection in my hands. He was thick and long, his shaft taut skin under which rivers of blood flowed. I assumed the potions he drank for nourishment must have giving him this ability.

Heat emanated from him and I lost myself in the fire of his manhood. He lay back now and watched as my hair fell around my face, tickling his thighs and stomach. I kissed up and down his shaft before I took it all inside, feeling his desire press against my tongue. The heat filled my mouth as I swirled my tongue around, leaving him glistening and wet, although not as wet as he made me. I could still feel the dampness between my thighs, making them slick and soaking. I brought my head up and down, loving the sounds he made and the way his body twisted with the pleasure I was giving him. The amulet dangled from my neck and I felt grateful for it, fearing that it would have taken me far longer to be this woman without it, if that had ever been possible. I did not want to miss out on any more of this pleasure, and I did not want to waste another day with Cassius.

I drank him in. I gorged myself on him. I took every inch of him in my mouth and watched the pleasure dance upon his face. He praised me and promised me that I was the best, the most beautiful, the most talented of any lover he had ever had. I did not for one moment think that he was lying.

I was dazed as I gazed at him. In this barren world we were offering it life, we were offering it a mad, delirious cacophony of sheer pleasure and delight. We were the only two things that were truly alive.

Cassius reached down to brush the hair away from my face. I could feel things inside him churning, ready to release his desire, but I was not ready yet. I wanted to feel him. I wanted my King to take my virginity in earnest.

He wanted to get up, but I kept him down. I slithered up his body and then rose into a sitting position. I straddled him. He reached up to play with my breasts. The flames made shadows dance along the full sensual curves, and the amulet gleamed as it was caught by the light. I arched my head back again though, welcoming the desire that flooded through me. I felt him underneath me. I held his cock in my hands and then positioned myself so that I could lower myself onto him. I felt pain blurring with pleasure as he fought against my tightness. I lowered myself slowly, easing myself into these new sensations that made an entirely new, deeper desire crash through my body and rendered me speechless.

Waves of heat and pleasure thrummed through me and as I looked up through blurred vision I could see the moon overhead, gazing down upon me. I rocked my body back and forth, letting my wildness lead me, allowing the wolf inside me to guide my movements. I offered Cassius all of my femininity and he took it willingly, moaning tersely as we fucked in the courtyard under the stars.

I leaned forward and placed my hands on his chest, falling deeper and deeper until my hair framed his face and we were lost in each other, cocooning each other in our warmth and our glory. I kissed him deeply as I pressed my body against his. My breasts flattened against his chest and he was so deep in me he was like a spear that would not be dislodged. Our hips rolled to the rhythm of the world and the skies tumbled around us. He held my head tightly, while another hand ran down to the base of my spine. Our bodies moved in harmony, to a rhythm of our own making, and we lost ourselves in each other. I could feel myself becoming a part of him and if he did not have his own heartbeat then he could have mine. He had my kisses and my love and my entire life. I was his. I held onto him tightly as I felt him shudder. The passion flowed between us and I knew I had found love. I had found my King, and he was everything to me.

I begged him and I moaned and then when it came as hot and as hard as a supernova I flung my head to the sky and I howled. It was a primal, savage sound, but it was born from all the good things he had made me feel. Oh, Cassius… oh, I would never be able to show him how grateful I was, but I would always try. I would be the best Queen for him. I would be the best woman, the best wolf, and I would rule whatever he wanted until the day I perished. But he had awoken me, he had found me, and I would always belong to him. And, I hoped, he would belong to me too.

I collapsed upon him in a heap of tousled hair and heaving breaths, my body trembling from the aftershock of the frenzy. I held onto him tightly, and I kissed him frantically, but I knew there was still more for me to explore, more for me to feel.

I caressed his cheek and then turned his face towards me, kissing him deeply. My hair was matted to my head through sweat, and my lips were gasping.

I lay a hand on his chest as I pushed myself up into a sitting position.

“I need to go,” I said.

Cassius nodded. “I understand.”

“I will be back.”

“Be who you were always meant to be my Queen.”