Written: October 4, 1999

Little White Lie 

If you are under 18 or are offended by graphic sexual encounters, do not read this story.

Subject: Adult:Little White Lie
Date: Monday, October 04, 1999 7:00 PM

This is a N&N story. The characters aren't mine though I enjoy giving them a workout now and then. They'll be returned much more relaxed and happy when the story's over. Permission to archive at Mel's site and Jadfe. For those of you subscribed to NNAdult and DarkNN please forgive the multiple post.


LITTLE WHITE LIE

Natalie sat at her desk trying to concentrate on the paperwork in front of her. Her pen tapped an insistent rhythm as her mind repeated 'Nick, Nick, Nick, Nick'. She looked dejectedly around the empty room. He was the only thing on her mind lately and if she didn't do something about him very soon she would be a candidate for the rubber room. She wanted him so intensely she could hardly keep her hands off of him when he was near. She suspected he felt the same way but how could she be sure. He sent conflicting signals, one minute so close she could feel his breath on her skin, the next he was across the room actingly like nothing had happened. Damn that vampire speed of his. What was she going to do? 'I know,' she thought. 'Janette.' She frowned. 'Maybe not. Then again . . . , she'll either help me or kill me. What have I got to lose?' She glanced up at the clock. An hour until her shift ended. She put her pen down, grabbed her purse and coat, and headed for the door.

"Good night, Grace," she called as she walked hurriedly past her friend's desk. "See you in a couple of days."

"Hey girl, where are you going?" Grace asked as she looked up from her own stack of paperwork.

"I'm booking off early. I've already got ten hours overtime this week so I'm starting my day off a little early," she said, turning to look at Grace as she walked.

"Are you going to meet that cute detective that keeps hanging around here?" Grace inquired conspiratorily. "Cause if you are, I want to know before anyone else does, ya' hear."

Natalie laughed. "Grace, I have no idea who you're talking about. And no, I'm not meeting anyone."

"Well then, if he comes looking for you what should I tell him?"

"Oh . . . Tell him, if he wants me he'll just have to find me. Bye," with a backward wave she stepped out the door.

Natalie parked her car across the street from the Raven and watched the club's entrance for a few minutes while she gathered her nerve. Steeling herself against the possibility of a chilly reception, she crossed the street and went inside.

She stood at the top of the stairs while her eyes adjusted to the dim light. She scanned the room, absentmindedly noting the vampire clientele, the gothic decor and the loud band playing. Then she found her, seated at the end of the bar, a wineglass in front of her. She took a deep breath, descended the stairs and walked across the dance floor to the bar.

Janette sat in her usual place at the bar, a glass of the house special in front of her. It was a slow night and she was feeling just a trifle bored when a vaguely familiar form entered the club. She watched curiously as the figure walked down the steps and came toward her.

"Well, Doctor Lambert, isn't it? What a pleasant surprise," she purred as Natalie stepped up to the bar.

"Hello, Janette," she said quietly as she put her hands on the bar and nervously looked around.

Janette's mouth quirked in a half smile as she watched the woman next to her fidgit. "Um . . . Doctor, if you are looking for Nichola, he is not here. I haven't seen him in quite some time." She swirled the contents of her glass, then took a sip, her eyes never leaving Natalie's face.

"Actually," Natalie began as she watched Janette's reflection in the mirror behind the bar, "I was looking for you." There, she said it. No going back now.

"Really." Janette's blue eyes widened slightly at her admission. "Well then, what is it I can do for you?" she asked curiously.

"I . . . " Natalie stared down at her hands, grasping the lip of the bar so tightly her knuckles were white.

Janette nodded slightly to the bartender, catching his attention. "Miklos, would you bring the good Doctor a glass of white wine please." He nodded, poured the wine and set the glass in front of Natalie with a napkin. "Cherie, perhaps you would be more comfortable some place a bit more private, hhhmm? I have a table in the back corner that's fairly quiet. Shall we go there?" Without waiting for Natalie's answer she picked up her glass with one hand, took Natalie's arm with the other and guided her to a secluded corner of the club.

Natalie barely had time to react. She grabbed her wine glass and followed Janette. The table was nestled in a corner far away from the dance floor and band, though it was strategically located so most of the club was visible from this one spot. Natalie put her glass down and slid into one of the chairs.

"Now, Cherie," Janette began as she gracefully glided into the other chair, her glass held daintily in her slim fingers. "Just what was it you wanted to talk about?"

"Well, I . . ." she stumbled over the words, looking at everything except the woman next to her.

Janette watched her, amused at her obvious discomfort. She touched Natalie's arm to draw her attention. "Let me guess, it has something to do with Nichola?"

Natalie paused, took a deep breath then nodded. "Yes, Janette, it does." She swallowed, still having difficulty with the words.

"I see." Janette said thoughtfully. "You . . . have feelings for him, oui? You, perhaps, want to be more than friends?"

Natalie looked steadily into Janette's face, her courage returning. "Yes," she said a little more forcefully than she meant to. "And I need your advice, if you'll help me." She watched Janette's tongue lightly wet her rich red lips.

Janette heard the determination in Natalie's voice and noted the rigid posture of her body. She smiled. "Are you sure this is what you want? You could get me in a great deal of trouble, you know. Nichola might never forgive my interference in his little mortal games."

"I'm sure." She leaned forward, her fingers touching Janette's forearm. "Please, help me."

Janette sat straighter in her chair and studied Natalie for several moments. Then she looked away and frowned slightly. She concentrated on her surroundings to be sure no one was close enough to overhear, then turned back to Natalie. "Cherie, if I help you, you must listen to everything I tell you, do everything I tell you to do, and above all do not tell Nichola where you got your information. If and when he takes your blood he will find out, but you must not slip and tell him. Do you understand?" she asked seriously.

"I understand. I won't tell him." She hoped her voice didn't sound as strangled to Janette as it did to her own ears.

Janette watched her closely. Satisfied with her promise, she continued. "Do you know how Nichola feels about you? Has he told you why he acts as he does?"

Natalie shook her head sadly. "I have no idea how he really feels. He says we're just friends and he doesn't want to get too close to me because he might kill me. The only thing I'm sure of is how I feel, and I can't get him out of my mind."

"I see." Janette looked thoughtful. "He has lied to you, Natalie."

"Wha . . . what? What do you mean?" Natalie's face became ashen.

"Relax, Cherie, while I explain. You are not just friends and even though he could easily kill you that isn't the only reason he tries to stay away." She laughed lightly at Natalie's confused look and patted her hand. "He loves you, very much. More, I think, than he's ever loved anyone before. So much so, that it frightens him."

"How can you know that? Did he tell you?" She asked, a hint of desperation in her voice.

"It is in his blood. He cannot not hide it. The feeling runs too strongly in him." She smiled, thinking of the last time she had shared blood with him.

"He's been with you," she croaked, looking down at the tabletop dejectedly. "How can he love me and be with you?" she shook her head sadly. "This was a mistake. It was a stupid idea." She started to rise.

Janette reached out and grasped her arm, pulling her back to the table and hissing in her ear, "You said you would listen to me. Now sit down and listen."

Natalie sat down and stared at Janette, the harshness in the other woman's voice cutting through the fog surrounding her thoughts. She began to protest then closed her mouth.

Janette watched and waited as Natalie warred with herself. Once the determined look returned to her face Janette continued. "He only comes to me when his need for you is so great he believes he can't control himself." She looked away to collect her thoughts. She looked sternly back at Natalie. "He uses me to satisfy the vampire that wants to rip your throat out."

Natalie gasped at the blunt statement. "But . . . "

"Ssshhh, Cherie. He has more control than he thinks and you must convince him to use it. Now be quiet. I'm not finished. There is much more you should know if your little game of seduction is going to work."

"There is another reason for his reluctance to be with you. He is afraid he will disappoint you, he won't be able to satisfy you." She waited for her words to sink in.

Natalie was puzzled. "I don't think I understand. Of course he won't disappoint me." She looked shyly at Janette. "I'm sure he knows a helluva lot more than I do."

Janette smiled back at her. "If you were a vampire, I would have to agree with you. Nichola and I were as husband and wife for nearly a hundred years. He is quite adept as a vampire. But you are not a vampire, you are mortal, and I would think you would want him as a mortal woman wants a mortal man, oui?" She watched the confusion spread across Natalie's face.

"I still don't understand. What difference does it make? Making love is making love . . . isn't it?" Her ideas of what making love to Nick would be like were taking a serious battering.

"Cherie," Janette said gently, "I think you are confusing Nichola's long life with his life experiences. He spent a relatively short time as a mortal. Also, you must remember, he was born and raised in the thirteenth century to a very Catholic family. His experiences in the ways of mortal women are rather . . . shall we say, limited."

"But you said you both were together for almost a hundred years. Surely in that time . . ." her voice trailed off at Janette's pained expression.

"My dear, just because Nichola and I have a great deal of history, that does not mean his experience, um . . . sexually is equally as great." She looked into her glass, watching the red liquid swirl around the inside. "We were vampire lovers, not mortal lovers. The acts involved are totally different."

Natalie's eyes widened as she stared at the other woman. "But didn't you ever . . . ?"

"No!" Janette hissed. She took a breath to calm herself. "Let's just say that my mortal experiences have had a profound effect on my immortal desires. I did not enjoy it as a mortal and I had no intention of doing it as an immortal. The blood sharing was, and is, enough for me." She looked into Natalie's eyes. "And Nichola was too much of a gentleman to even ask it of me when he knew how much I abhorred it. He has a respect for women that was uncommon in men of his time."

"But what about when he was mortal? He must have been in his thirties when he was brought across. Surely in all that time . . ."

Janette cut her off. "Contrary to what historians would like you to believe, the sons of the manor lords did not go running about the countryside sowing their wild oats with every maiden they found. Oh, there were some, of course. But most of them were watched very closely, especially if they were not the eldest son. Their fathers did not take kindly to having unplanned heirs showing up on their doorsteps. Believe me when I tell you that Nichola's experiences do not extend far beyond some heavy kissing and petting, and you may have to show him what you want. He will be a very gentle and caring lover but you will have to get past his insecurity. He's afraid he won't please you and he will not express his fears. He knows what you expect. You must be careful."
Natalie's expression changed from shock to a gentle smile. "So what you're saying is. . . he's . . . That I'll be . . ."

Janette smiled back slyly. "I've said nothing of the sort, cherie. All I'm saying is he will need all your patience, and of course," she snickered, "a firm hand."

Natalie choked on her mouthful of wine, the vision Janette conjured playing in her mind.

"Now, there are some things you must do to prepare." Janette drummed her fingers on the tabletop, her brows knitted in concentration. "First, you will take a case of my private stock. He must not drink that . . . STUFF," she spat out the word, "he insists on drinking. It must be human and at least 2 bottles before you start anything. Keep at least one bottle by the bed, or where ever you plan to indulge your appetite," she stifled a giggle. "The most difficult part will be convincing him to try, but that's your problem. I'm sure you can think of something."

Natalie's eyes grew distant as several scenarios played out in her mind. Imagination was a wonderful thing and hers was overdue for a workout.

"Any questions, Cherie?"

"No, I don't think so."

"If you think of anything, you can call me." Janette patted her hand gently. "Oh, one more thing. Once you begin, don't let him walk away. If you do, you'll never get another chance. Surprise him, keep him off balance, let his own imagination entice him and when you have him, don't let him go." She smiled knowingly.

Natalie nodded her head slowly, deep in thought. "Thank you, Janette. I do appreciate your help." She rose from the table and headed for the door.

Janette bit her lip to stifle the grin that threatened to spread across her features as she watched Natalie exit the bar. She finished her bloodwine and rolled the glass in her hands. 'Ah, Nichola. I hope you don't mind a little white lie but it is for your own good.' She leaned back in her chair and smiled wickedly.

When Natalie reached her car Miklos was standing by the trunk holding a case of wine bottles. She popped the trunk and he slid the case inside. She got in the car and drove home.

This week Natalie had 2 nights off together and the second corresponded with Nick's night off. She adjusted her blouse and checked her makeup while planning what she would say to him tonight. He might suspect something was up when she went to the station on her night off but maybe she could distract him enough that he wounldn't give it much thought. She sighed. It was now or never. She gathered her coat and purse and left for the morgue.

Grace looked up from her reports when Natalie entered. "Natalie? What are you doing here? Aren't you off tonight?" She thought her friend worked way too much and didn't have enough time for herself or that handsome detective. Then she noticed Natalie's attire and raised an eyebrow. "Do we have a date?" she asked with a wicked grin.

"Hi, Grace. No, no date. I forgot to take one of the autopsy reports over to the station so I came by to get it."

"Girl, you could have called. I'd have sent it over. Besides, since when do you deliver an autopsy report on your night off and dressed to kill?" Grace waggled her eyebrows.

"Oh, will you cut that out. It is my responsibility and I wasn't busy tonight anyway," she smiled hoping Grace wouldn't ask any more questions. "I'll just grab it and be on my way." She went into her office and closed the door.

She found the report in her out box and headed back out the door. "See ya later, Grace." She disappeared through the exit before her friend could wave good-bye.

Nick was sitting at his desk trying to concentrate on the report in front of him. The smell of the souvlaki being consumed one desk over was beginning to make him nauseous. "Ah, Schank? Do you think you could do that somewhere else? Like the breakroom maybe?" He wrinkled his nose and tried to look like he was holding his breath.

Schanke looked up from the drippy mess. "Oh, come on partner. There's nothing like a good souvlaki. And this is a good souvlaki. Wanna bite?" he held a piece out to Nick.

Just when Nick thought he'd have to make a dash for the door and some fresh air a familiar heartbeat drew his attention. He turned and spotted Natalie threading her way past several desks. He smiled, then puzzled, he cocked his head to one side. There was something different about her tonight. He sat back in his chair wondering what it was as his eyes traveled over her curvaceous form. He noted with satisfaction that she was watching him as she crossed the room, while he sensed the heartrates and respirations of several of his coworkers increase as she walked past them.

Natalie could feel him watching her the moment she entered the room. She smiled to herself when the room became quiet as she pranced past several of the detectives. Perhaps he'd notice the attention she drew from the other males in the room. This was a good thing. She glided up to his desk and gracefully seated herself on top of it, crossing her legs.

Nick held his breath as she sat on the top of his desk. He sat speechless as his eyes prowled her body. Her low cut blouse revealed just the tops of her swelling, rounded breasts and the side slit in her skirt showed a little more leg than he'd ever seen her display before. Hell, it was a lot more leg! He was facinated by the firmness of her calf as she slowly bounced her leg up and down.

"Hi, Nick," she said silkily.

He swallowed hard. "Hi, Nat," he said huskily, his eyes never leaving the top of her blouse.

She smiled. So far so good. "I have a report here I forgot to give you yesterday. The Macinac autopsy. I thought you'd be finishing up that case tonight and would need it."

He sat statue-still. He finally dragged his eyes away from her chest to look, dumbfounded, into her eyes. "What?"

She licked her lips slowly. "The Macinac Case? Remember? You needed my report?" She whispered, her tongue playing over her upper lip.

"Oh. Yeah. Thanks." His eyes wandered down her body again to rest on her firm thigh, oh so deliciously close to his knee.

Natalie slid the report onto his desk since he made no move to take it from her.

"Ah. . . Nat?"

"Hhhhmmm?" she blinked at him, her eyes dancing.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, why?"

"I dunno, you just seem . . . different."

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" she asked playfully, swinging her leg a little closer to his.

"Well . . ." he finally raised his eyes to her face and smiled shyly. "It's not bad . . ."

Her smile broadened. Score one for Natalie. The impression was made and the game's afoot. "Glad to here it," she teased. "By the way, if you're not busy when you get off, maybe you'd like to come by and watch a video?" she leaned over slightly, giving him a better view of her attributes.

His eyes were drawn back to the depths of her cleavage as she leaned toward him and his mouth went very dry. "Ah, . . . sure. I'll need to stop at the loft first, but then I'll be over."

"You don't need to stop first," she whispered so only he could hear her. "I've got everything you need." She raised an eyebrow at him and ran her tongue over her lips seductively.

He took a deep breath as his jeans suddenly became uncomfortably tight. His lips moved silently for a moment, then he produced a half strangled sound. "Ah, okay . . . all right . . . I'll come by as soon as I get off."

"Good." She slid gracefully off his desk, brushed his cheek with her lips and headed for the door.

He watched quietly, leaning to the side, as she crossed the bullpen, her hips swaying enticingly. He was leaning so far to the right that as she disappeared through the doorway he nearly fell out of his chair.

"Man, Oh Man, Oh Man." Schanke wheezed, watching Nick closely. "You just undressed her in front of the whole bureau without even touching a button! What a come on that was. Just friends, yeah, right!" he snorted.

Nick glared at him. "I did not!"

"Did too!" Schanke shot back.

Nick looked away, a little pink rising in his cheeks. He threw his pen in his desk drawer. "I'm booking off. See you later."

Schanke grinned as he watched him go.

Nick parked the caddy across the street from Natalie's apartment building. He sat staring up at her window. The image of her sitting on his desk was burned into his vampiric memory. He closed his eyes. He could almost feel her warm body pressed against his. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes. A shadow moved across her drapes and he felt himself pulled from the car as if gripped by an unseen force. He crossed the street and entered the building.

Natalie stood in front of the mirror admiring her new lingerie. She turned and glanced around the room. She'd turned down the bed and placed a bottle of Janette's vintage on the nightstand. The shades were pulled down tightly so they could sleep, or play, undisturbed by the rising sun. She heard the doorbell and glanced at the clock. She smiled. It was a couple of hours before his shift ended. She must have made quite an impression. With a last look in the mirror, she went to answer the door.

Nick rang the doorbell a second time and glanced nervously around the hallway. The tension he felt increased ten-fold as the door opened.

"Hello, Nick," Natalie smiled as she opened the door. "Did you get off early?" she asked innocently. "I wasn't expecting you for a couple more hours." She kept her body hidden from his view behind the door.

"Hi, Nat," he smiled back. "Things were a little slow so I booked off. I could come back if I'm too early." He turned and gestured down the hallway toward the elevator.

"Don't be silly. Get in here mister." She opened the door wider and he slipped inside, his eyes scanning the room nervously.

"Why don't you take your coat and shoes off and make yourself comfortable. I'll fix you a little something," she said as she closed and locked the door.

"Ah, sure." He turned toward her, his eyes widening slightly as he noticed her attire. She wore a long, lacy, deep purple spandex nightgown which clung tightly to her breasts, waist and hips, then dropped straight and loose to her ankles. The slit was off center to the right and traveled right up to the top of her firm thigh. The matching robe was trimmed with black and gold lace. For a moment he forgot to breath.

As she walked past him on her way to the kitchen she trailed her fingers down his arm. She stifled a giggle at the sudden intake of breath she heard. "I'll be right back," she whispered.

He watched her disappear into the kitchen, his shocked expression slowly turning into a half smile. He draped his coat over the back of a chair, took his shoes off and sat back on the couch. He spied the video tapes on the coffee table and picked them up. Ladyhawke, Dragonheart, and Legend, all romantic movies with medieval settings. His mind began to wonder what the evening would bring.

Natalie stopped in front of him and held out the glass. "Find one you'd like to see?" she inquired. She set the bottle on the end table next to him.

"I thought I'd let you decide." He held out the tapes and took the glass from her. His smile faded as the scent from the glass reached his sensitive nose. "Nat?"

"Hhhmmm?" she said as she popped Ladyhawke into the VCR.

"Nat, this is . . . " he began sternly.

She turned to him and smiled. "I know what it is. And you're going to drink it."

"But . . ."

"Nick, I want to have a nice evening without any interruptions. And you know which interruptions I mean. Now drink it," she playfully scolded.

His worried eyes met her sparkling ones and he relaxed a little. "You don't think this will set me back?" He didn't think she could possibly mean what she said.

"No, not for one night." She added to herself, 'It'll set me back if you don't.' She settled herself on the couch next to him, tucked her legs up under her and leaned against his shoulder.

He slid his arm around her, pulling her warm body against him and clicked the play button. He sipped from his glass and rested his cheek on the top of her head as they watched the movie.

She felt him relax as she settled against him. As the movie played, her hand began a gentle carress along the outside of his denim clad thigh. Slowly, she worked her way to his inner thigh and smiled to herself when he reached for the bottle and refilled his glass. She glanced sideways, trying to see his face without his knowing. He shifted slightly, his thighs parting just a little more. Taking this movement as an invitation, her fingers danced along his thigh to where it joined his hip and then across the front of his jeans following the outline of his zipper downward.

He stiffened slightly then relaxed when her touch remained light. He refilled his glass.

Her fingers brushed lightly up and down, then began a gentle massage as she felt the swelling beneath his jeans.

He took a deep breath and refilled his glass. His fingers began their own carress of her arm through the fabric of her robe. Gently, he pulled the lacy garment back and let it fall off her shoulder leaving her skin bare to his touch. The heady scent of sandlewood filled his senses and his hand dropped down to brush the top of her breast.

Natalie pulled slightly away from him and raised her face to his, her lips slightly parted, begging for contact. He lowered his mouth to hers, brushing lightly against her moist lips, then pulled back, gazing into her eyes with his faintly glowing ones. Natalie slipped from his arms, took the bottle from the end table and extended her hand to him. He took it, rose from the couch and let her lead him through the room.

At the doorway he stopped. It just hit him they were going to her bedroom. He couldn't do this. She wouldn't understand. He was frozen in the doorway.

Her hand slipped from his as he stopped and she continued to the nightstand to put the bottle down. She turned back to him, puzzled that he was still standing in the doorway. "Nick?"

He swallowed. "Nat, I . . ."

She glided seductively up to him and laid a hand gently on his cheek. "Ssshhhh. It will be ok. Trust me." Her thumb played across his lips. She could feel his decended fangs. She slid her thumb into his mouth and before he could pull away she impaled it on his sharp canine.

He grabbed her hand and sucked on her thumb as her sweet blood dripped across his tongue. He closed his eyes, letting the feelings flow through him. Suddenly his eyes flew open and he pulled her hand away. The shocked expression on his face startled her.

"How could you?" he said hoarsely. His cheeks flushed slightly pink. He dropped her hand and turned swiftly away.

"Nick!" She reached out just as swiftly and caught his arm, preventing him from moving away. Her arms went around his waist and she leaned her head against his shoulder whispering to him. "Please, don't go. You don't understand."

"What's there to understand," he said harshly. "Is this what it's all about? You're doing this because you think I've never . . ." he raised his eyes to ceiling trying to contain his anger and his embarrassment.

She held him tightly. "You've tasted my blood. You know that's not true. I'd never even considered it before yesterday. If it's not true, fine. I don't care," she said desperately. "If it is true, I . . . I wanted this to be special for you," she whispered into his ear. "I . . . I can't do this anymore, Nick. Please, give us a chance."

He took a deep breath. He knew she spoke the truth. He was acting on his embarrassment. Slowly, he looked over his shoulder at her, a solemn expression on his face. "She didn't tell you the truth, you know," he said quietly. "I'm not . . It's not totally different. Lots of things are the same."

She released his waist and he turned to face her. "I told you, I don't care," she looked steadily into his amber flecked eyes. "Make love to me, Nick. I want you, I need you." Her hand danced up his chest and curled around his neck. Gently, she pulled his lips down to hers.

He hesitated, then parted his lips and sucked her tongue inside, carressing and nibbling it. He growled deep in his chest as she teased his fangs and tickled the underside of his tongue.

She pulled away, took his hand and slowly led him into the bedroom. She pushed him down onto the pink and white comforter, then climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. Her fingers deftly unbuttoned his shirt, pulled it down his arms and tossed it to the floor. Then she began to explore his chest. Where her fingers went, her lips and tongue followed. She licked and nipped from his shoulder to his nipples and across his firm stomach.

He tilted his head back and groaned. Her lips and tongue left a trail of fire down his chest and across his belly. He reached for her and caught her long curls between his fingers, marveling at the softness he held. He slid his hands beneath her robe and slipped it from her shoulders, his hands roaming across her shoulders and down to her firm breasts. His thumbs carressed and rubbed her nipples until they became hard rosettes beneath the silky fabric.

She moaned as she felt his hands on her. She continued to move slowly down his body, his firm muscles quivering at her light touches. She tugged on his belt and pulled it from his jeans, then worked on the button and zipper. She firmly carressed his manhood through the denim. She lowered the zipper and pulled his jeans over his hips, freeing his thick, erect member. She slid off the bed taking his jeans with her, then she laid down between his thighs, taking his penis in her mouth and squeezing his sac gently with her fingers. She sucked gently at first, rolling her tongue across the tip of him, then took him deeper into her throat. The taste of his cool flesh and the scent of his arousal excited her. She'd had so many fantasies about how this night would be and now she had her dream, stretched out before her, a beautiful, naked god responding deliciously to her every touch. She worked his cock, slow and gentle, then fast and firm, his hips thrusting into her warm mouth.

He felt her knead his groin through his jeans and gritted his teeth as exquisite fire raced through his body. He sighed as she released his taut member from its confinement, then shuddered as she engulfed him. He gripped the comforter tightly as her teeth raked along his shaft sending delightful fingers of pleasure from his groin to his belly. His hungry eyes watched her, spellbound, her head in his lap, her hair tossed wildly across his thighs. The scent of her called to him, her musk enticing the man, her blood enticing the beast. Suprisingly, the beast's desire was not the raging torrent he'd expected but the man's desire for this wondrous creature in his lap was overwhelming. He wanted her, wanted to feel her beneath him, hear her cry his name during her release. He uncurled his fingers from the comforter and tangled them in her wild mane, dragging her head up slowly until his glowing eyes met her sparkling ones. She released his engorged penis as his hands gripped her forearms and dragged her hot body along his. He ran his hands down to her hips, grasped the fabric of her nightgown and peeled it up over her head. He threw it back over the bed and it floated to the floor. His arms encircled her waist and he crushed her body against him, his mouth devouring hers with ardent kisses. He pushed at the matress with his feet to move to the top of the bed, then flipped her on her back, his body covering hers, the heat of her warming his cool skin. He ran his tongue down her jawline to the hollow of her throat, then planted light kisses across her breasts. He lapped at her hard left nipple while his fingers played and pulled at the right one. He felt her fingers dig into his shoulders and scrape down his back to his waist. As he suckled earnestly at her breast he reached down, his fingers entwining with hers. He brought her hands up and pinned them over her head.

She enjoyed the sensation of his pulsing cock in her mouth. Her hands traveled from his tight scrotum, down his thighs, then up and across his stomach. She could feel the tremors in his muscles as she teased and tickled him. Her head bobbed up and down as she found a comfortable, gentle rhythm that illicited delightful shivers in the body stretched beneath her. She felt his fingers comb through her hair, then pull gently, lifting her face so he could gaze into her lustfilled eyes. With a last scrape of her teeth along his shaft she released his throbbing member. In a moment she was pulled against him, her nightgown peeled from her and tossed away. She was gloriously naked, exposed to his roving hands and eyes. Suddenly she was beneath him, his manhood pressed between her legs, his mouth exploring her willing flesh. She groaned as his mouth sucked hard on her breast and she raked her nails hard down his back. He grabbed her hands, forced her arms over her head and held her securely as he rubbed himself along her thigh. Her moisture dampened her thighs and the sheets beneath her as he spread her legs further and ground his turgid cock against her clitoris. A wave of heat spread up through her belly and she thrust her hips upward in an effort to impale herself on him. "Please, Nick, take me," she moaned, "I want to feel you inside me. I've waited so long. Love me, fill me, oh please, oh, OOOOHHHHH!" she whispered urgently in his ear, then she bit down on his neck.

He could feel her hot fluids coat his cock as he ground himself into her folds. The scent of her excitement, the warmth of her body, the friction of his cock between her legs was driving him toward his climax. Her hips thrust toward him but he held back, teasing her. She was whispering to him, her fervent pleas pushing him to take her. Her sudden bite to his neck sent a jolt of electricity down his spine. Slowly, he centered himself against her and pushed forward. He parted her folds with the head of his cock and slid into her warm, wet opening. He moaned and closed his eyes as she enveloped him, her muscles gripping him tightly. He lay still for a moment savoring the feel of her, the warmth of her, better than he had ever imagined in his vivid, wet dreams. Then he began to move, slowly at first, the tempo increasing with each thrust. A tingling sensation rose from his groin to his stomach, becoming more urgent with each thrust into her hot chamber. He gritted his teeth as he felt her contract around him, her muscles milking his thick cock. He whimpered as the pressure in his glands became painful, his thrusts more urgent.

She panted as he penetrated her. He felt so good inside her. She clamped her thighs around his hips and pushed herself against him, taking him deep inside. She took a deep breath and wiggled. He moved and she met his strokes with her own thrusts. With each deep penetration, the warmth in her core spread outward. Her muscles contracted around him and hugged him tightly inside her. Her orgasm rolled through her body, wave after wave of heat traveling across her skin. She heard him whimper. She looked down at him, his face pressed against her shoulder. She twisted one hand free from his failing grip and cupped his cheek, pulling his head toward her neck. "Drink, my love. You know you need it, and I need it too."

His fangs ached and the pressure in his groin was unbearable. His head was pulled insistently to the soft throat of his lovely Natalie. He fought the urge to drink, but the pain stabbing through him became too much to bear. He sank his fangs into the vein pulsing beneath her creamy skin. Her orgasm exploded across his senses. Intense pleasure, desire, deep love. In an instant he knew her, all of her, her hopes, her dreams, her tragedies, her triumphs, her sorrows. And through it all, her love for him. The pain in his groin gave way to blinding pleasure as he pumped deep inside her, his seed filling her. He pushed against her, grinding deeper, rubbing the head of his cock against her cervix until he was spent and numb.

Suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her throat, then sensations and images crowded her mind. She felt his release as he suckled at her throat. His orgasm shook her, vibrated through her, then the images began. His life, his family, his loves, his hates, his shame and guilt carried through the centuries until he found an angel. An angel named Natalie, who took his tattered soul and showed him how to love again. And love he did, he loved her, down to the core of his being. Her heart soared as her pleasure spiraled upward to its peak, then subsided leaving her warm and drowsy, little shivers dancing along her skin. She wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly, unwilling to let the moment end.

As quickly as he bit, he released her, the few swallows of her hot nectar enough to trigger his release and hold the beast at bay. He felt tired but satified as he gently licked the small punctures to seal them. He felt her mind brush against his consciousness and pushed into the feeling. He had a bond with her now. Neither of them would ever be alone again. He felt her love wash over him. Her heartbeat was strong and her breathing regular, he hadn't hurt her. He nuzzled her neck. He lifted his head and smiled into her bright blue eyes. He raised himself up to roll off of her but she held him tightly. "Nat, I must be crushing you."

She pulled his shoulders toward her. "No, please, Nick. Don't move. I want you inside me." She lowered her eyes. "I love the feel of you and I've waited so long, I want to keep it as long as I can."

He chuckled. He slid his hands down her sides to her firm derriere. He held her solidly against him and rolled on his back, bringing her to rest on his chest. He cradled her in his arms as she snuggled against him. She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. "Nat?"

"Hhhhmmmm," she said sleepily.

"I love you," he whispered into her ear. Then he smiled. "Remind me to tell Janette she was right. It's not at all alike." He closed his eyes and fell asleep with his ladylove nestled in his strong embrace.

Finis

copyright 1999 J. Hardin

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