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Demon Lover - Conclusion
For disclaimer and such, see part one.
Thanks for all your support! Hope I didn't shock you too bad with a het fic. *grins*
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"Yes.....yours," I whisper, unable to control the moan of pleasure that escapes my throat as her
small delicate hand wraps around the base of my cock, and slowly starts to stroke it.
A shiver runs down my spine as I feel her razor sharp fangs scrap across my jugular vein.
Panicking, I try to push her away, but she's too strong. She's not that big, but somehow she has
the strength of at least three men and easily holds me down.
Realizing that I'm not going to beat her physically, I try a different approach. "Wait! Your name?"
I gasp as her fangs once again teasingly scrap over the soft flesh of my neck.
She raises up and smiles down at me. She positions herself so that she sitting astride of my lower
abdomen, and I realize with a slight gasp that she isn't wearing anything under her mini-skirt as I
feel her moistness rubbing against my stomach.
I look up at my demon. Really look at her. She has a creamy white, almost translucent
complexion, so perfect, so flawless. I can see hints of her blood veins underneath her skin if I look
close enough. The bright red lipstick that she is wearing is a sharp contrast to her pale
complexion.
"You dare try to avoid the inevitable, my love," she whispers in mock surprise.
"I just wanted to know your name," I whisper, hating how weak and scared my voice sounds.
"I've had many names over the centuries. You will learn that names are not important to us
Adam. We change them almost as frequently as we feed. But if it makes you feel better, I've been
using the name Trish Stratus. To tell you the truth, I've actually forgotten my real name," she
whispers, her voice sincere.
Centuries? Did she just say centuries?
Fuck!
"Look....Trish, you don't want me," I say, trying to persuade her in sparing me. Centuries? Would
I live that long?
"I have chosen you Adam. I've conditioned your body to respond to me, and me alone," she
whispers as her forefinger traces down my sternum, causing me to shudder and spread my legs
wide for her. "That's it Adam. Remember our nights together. The lovemaking that you thought
were mere dreams and fantasy was my way of binding you to me. I'm your master. Your lover.
Your mate. Your maker," she whispers seductively. "Besides, if I don't bring you across, I'll have
to drain you and leave your lifeless corpse to rot and that would be such a waste."
I gasp as I look up at her. She licks her fangs, taunting me.
"Choose Adam. Live eternally with me, or die, cold and alone on this dreary night. The choice is
yours. Choose well."
Live or die. Like the choice is really hard.
"Your answer?" She growls impatiently.
I know that I should chose death, but I'm too scared. What if there's not a heaven. No God. Just
nothing.
"Live," I answer defeated, feeling my body start to tremble as a sense of dread overwhelms me.
Her eyes light up as she smiles, once again revealing her fangs.
"You made the right decision, my beloved," she whispers excitably.
I close my eyes, wondering silently if death would have been the better choice.
I feel her weight lift from me and I open my eyes confused. She's standing looking down at me
with a cruel smirk on her face.
"Scoot to the center of the bed," she orders, a hint of a growl is added to her request and I
immediately do as she has requested. My eyes burn as I wipe away my salty tears. I know now
that tears will not persuade her to take it easy on me.
She smiles seductively as she pulls the loose, white blouse over her head revealing her ample
bosom to me. Her hands cup and squeeze her breasts together. I watch as her fingers pinch and
pull at the nipples until they are hard and perky. She glances at me to make sure that she still has
my full attention as her hands slide down her flat abdomen and to her back, slowly unzipping the
zipper on her low hanging mini-skirt, allowing it to fall to the floor with a soft swooshing sound.
My cock twitches in anticipation, and I can no longer keep my hands off it. I start to stroke it as I
watch her.
She growls as she crawls onto the bed, brushing my hand away from it. Her slow, deliberate
movements reminding me of a predator on the prowl.
I jump as she nips the inside of my thighs as she makes herself comfortable between my legs. Her
tongue lapping at the precum that has accumulated on the head of my cock.
"Delicious," she whispers.
I arch my hips up excitably, and she giggles as she grabs ahold of my cock.
"Easy. I want you to remember tonight."
Remember? How could I forget?
My need for her is too great and I flip her until she's underneath me. She giggles and gently
caresses my face.
I hiss as my cock rubs against the warm, wet lips of her vagina, where I long to plunge my cock
into.
"Tonight, we claim each other," she whispers, pulling my head down to her, crushing her lips to
mine as her tongue slips inside of my mouth, entwining around mine.
She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me closer. The head of my cock slips into her
moistness and I thrust my hips forward, burying myself fully inside of her.
Her nails rake into my back as she moans her approval.
"Yes," she growls.
She nuzzles her face against my neck, gently sucking along the jugular vein. I gasp as I feel those
small fangs pierce the soft skin of my neck. The suction that she is producing is unbelievable. I can
actually feel my life draining away.
I start pumping into her hard and fast, all the time feeling myself grow weaker and weaker.
"Oh, Adam!" She screamed, reluctantly removing her fangs, as her back arched, her legs holding
me close as her orgasm caused her to shudder violently. I felt her muscles contracting around my
cock, pushing me over the edge.
"Trish!" I scream as I come hard, filling her with my seed.
I collapse on top of her, too exhausted and weak to move. I'm not sure if it was from the sex or
the blood loss, but all I want to do is sleep.
I feel her gently roll me over onto my back.
I hear her talking to me, but she seems so far away. I'm so cold.
"Adam, drink," she whispers as she holds my head in her lap.
I watch as she rips open her wrist with her fangs and presses it to my mouth.
At the first few drops of blood, I almost gag. But as more of the bitter, crimson fluid flows down
my throat, I latch onto her wrist and suck feverishly.
"Mine," she purrs as she caresses my damp hair.
When she thinks that I've had enough, she pulls her hand away. "But I want more," I pout.
She laughs as she hops off the bed. "Don't worry, I've already secured dinner for you, my
beloved."
I frown as she walks to my closet and swings the doors open. I'm startled to see Stacey, a girl
from my office, standing there bound and gagged. Her eyes are wide from fear and her whole
body is trembling so violently that she can barely stand.
"She dared to covet what belonged to me," Trish growls as he pulls Stacey from the closet.
"She just invited me to dinner," I whisper in the terrified girls defense.
"And I'm simply returning the favor," Trish says smiling coyly, toying with a strand of Stacey's
hair, seemingly enjoying the girl's increasing whimpers of fear. "Only, she's the main course."
I watch as Trish pulls back Stacey's hair revealing a long slender neck. "Bon appetite," Trish
whispers with a smirk.
I slowly climb off the bed. I'm amazed that I can actually hear her heart beat and the blood as it
courses through her veins.
I lean down and kiss along the nape of her slender neck, causing Stacey to moan.
Her moans of pleasure soon change to gasps as my fangs pierce her neck and proceed to slowly
suck her life's blood from her.
"Stop!" Trish growls, forcing me to move away from Stacey. "She's dead. The blood is foul after
the heart stops beating."
I look into Stacey's dead eyes as Trish drops her lifeless body to the floor.
Remorse?
None, and frankly it surprises me. Yesterday, I was a normal guy having freaky nightmares, but
now I'm a vampire. Ok, I'm a bloodsucker, but I get to live forever. I will never grow old. Who
wouldn't want that?
I look over at my mate and she is smiling at me. "Did you enjoy dinner?"
I nod.
"Still hungry?" She asks.
"Starved."
She smiles as she gives Stacey's dead body one final kick before stepping over it and retrieving
our clothes.
After getting dressed, she takes my hand and leads me to the window. I follow her without
hesitation as she takes my hand into her and leads me into the night as a newly born vampire.
~THE END~