Bell Book & Vampyre

The vampyre went through the red door, kicked it closed with his booted heel, then walked to the foot of the bed and sat Kassie down on the foot of the bed.  He reached for the ornately carved pornographic bed knob with one hand, bent his knee and grabbed the heel of his boot with the other.  As he watched Kassie licking her lips he grinned, shook his head and said, "Woman, I'm surprised I don't have to bite my way through a fucking line of cowboys every night, just to get to the red door of this room."

Kassie giggled, watched him slowly pull his boot off with a look pure salacious pleasure on her face, and said, "I can't help it.  There is just something about the sight of a man, oops I mean vamp, holding on to my bed knob with one hand, and pulling his boot off with the other, that makes me really hot."

He grinned, let that boot drop to the floor, then switched bed knobs and boots.  He slowly pulled his other boot off, and let it drop.  Then reached down, gathered Kassie up in his arms before she could go for the button and zipper on his pants, and tossed her onto the center of the bed.  Then he dived on top of her.  She giggled and wrapped her arms around him.  He propped himself up slightly on one elbow, cupped her chin in one of his cold strong hands, looked down into her amber eyes, and said, "Kassie, you may as well know right now, that before I leave you tonight, you will drink from me."

Kassie tried to shake her head no, but his hand held her chin firmly in place.  She started to open her mouth and tell him she thought of his latest idea, but he took his other hand and put it firmly over her mouth.  Then grinned and shook his head as she sent some mind flashes about what she thought of this latest idea.

"No Kassie, you cannot actually do that with an idea."

Then his face became serious and he said, "Hush my beloved, and listen to me.  You will not become a vampyre simply from drinking some of my blood.  You know that as well as I do.  Nor will it allow me to control your mind.  Not completely anyway.  But I will be able to find you no matter where you are.  And I will be able to come to you in the blink of eye, no matter where you are.  You know I can already heal the wounds I leave on you instantly.  But after tonight, I will be able to heal the wounds left by another vampyre.  Or by a mortal for that matter.  Drinking my blood tonight will not make you immortal.  But it will make your body able to withstand punishment that it normally would not be able to."

Then he grinned, turned her head to the side, removing his other hand from over her lovely mouth as he did so, lowered his mouth to her ear, kissed it, then whispered, "And you'll experience the ultimate orgasm.  Pleasure beyond description."

He gently blew in ear, felt her squirm against his body and make that whimpering sound she so often did, when he had her super sensitive little shell like ear at his mercy, and continued, "You will experience pleasure you never dreamed of."  He blew in, then licked the inside of her ear again, enjoying the feel of her squirming against him, and the sound of that whimper.

Then he turned her head back around, leaned down and kissed her.  When he raised his head to look down at her she was looking at him with a narrowed eyed scowl that made him grin and say, "If looks could kill, and I wasn't already one of the undead, I might be seriously hurt by the one you are giving me right now.  I can see you are still not feeling very cooperative about this."

Then his face turned serious again and he said, "Either you will do as I ask, or you will not be going with Joseph and Mikey in the morning.  I don't give a bat's butt how fucking a modern woman you are."

Kassie scowled up at him and replied, "Listen, I know you are probably older than fucking Methuselah, but you are not my father!  You can't order me around like that!  I'm NOT, I repeat NOT, drinking your damned blood!  I'm the witch, you are the vampyre.  Let's not get those roles confused if you want to continue this little game."

The vampyre glared down at the witch and said, "I'm not getting those roles confused.  I told you, doing what I ask tonight, will NOT, and I repeat NOT, make you a fucking vampyre."

Then his scowl deepened and he said, "Kassie, you know that.  You also know that I meant what I said about not turning you unless it was something you wanted with all your heart."

He shook his head in frustration and said, "Why are you so adamant about not doing what I ask.  You know any effects from doing as I ask tonight, will only be temporary.  Within days, they will have worn off completely."

He grasped her chin more firmly, almost to point of hurting her, looked down into her eyes and said, "What is locked away in that mind of yours that you are so fearful of me finding out?  What dark secret could you possibly have hidden in there, that you would not take advantage of the protection I am offering you?"

Then he leaned down and kissed her hard.  Raised his head back up, looked down into her amber eyes again and said, "Kassie, I swear, on the love I have for you, I will not take advantage of the added power it will give me to explore your mind."

He leaned down, kissed her hard again, and said, "Whatever secret it is you have locked so firmly in that hidden part of you mind, will stay undisturbed."

Then he scowled again and said, "But on my word, if you do not do as I ask tonight, so that I can use all my powers to keep you safe, you will not be leaving this house tomorrow."

Kassie scowled back up and said, "And what are you going to do?  Tie me to the fucking bed or something."

The vampyre grinned and said, "You wish."

Then his face grew more serious and he said, "No. Tying or cuffing you to the bed, or a tree limb for that matter, is a losing fucking proposition.  But I will take you back to one of my many lairs.  And there you will stay until you see the light of reason."

Then he scowled and said, "If you think Joseph, Mikey, Fanny Mae or a stupid fucking elf could find you, you are very sadly mistaken my dear. "

He kissed her again, he couldn't help it, she looked quite fetching when she was angry, then said, "Kassie, I love you more than you can possibly imagine.  I have never, in all the centuries I have walked this earth as the creature I now am, loved anyone as much I do you.  You think of my love as a threat to you.  What you do not understand, is it is your strongest protection."

He kissed her again, more gently this time, and continued, "If I did not love you as much as I do, I would have already turned you.  You know in your heart this is true.  You know that if I decided to, I could turn you into what you snidely refer to as one of my eternal brides, right now.  With or without your consent."

Then he looked deeply into her eyes and said, "Either agree to what I have asked of you tonight.  Or tell me the real reason why you won't."

She lay thinking about it for a moment.  He swore to himself as he watched her contemplating what he had said, he could hear the fucking gears of her amazing mind whirling overtime.

Finally she scowled up at him and said, "You are really fucking serious about this aren't you?"

He grinned down at her, kissed her on the tip of her nose, and said, "As serious as a fucking attack on my heart with a stake, dear.  Now either agree to my wishes tonight, or by the eye patch of Odin, I will whisk you off to one of my many lairs, and there I will extract from that maze of a mind of yours, whatever deep dark secret you are trying to hide.  I hate to be the one to tell you this, but I can do that if I really want to.  It might take some time.  But darling, time, is one thing l have plenty of.

Then he kissed the tip of her nose again, and said, "Fuck with me too much my little pretty, and I can see to it that it is also one thing you have plenty of."

She scowled back up and him and said, "Oh, and what about your word not to turn me unless it was something I wanted with all my heart?  I see that promise goes a long fucking way."

The vampyre simply grinned back down at her, turned her head to the side, lowered his mouth to her ear, blew in it, licked the inside of it gently and as she began to squirm and grit her teeth to keep from even whimpering, he whispered, "Believe me my beloved, after a couple of weeks locked in a lair with me, you'll want it with all your heart."

Then he began to gently kiss, blow, and lick her ear while he was unbuttoning her shirt with his other hand.  As he cupped her breast in his hand and gently rubbed her nipple, he continued making out with her ear.  Then, just so the other one wouldn't get jealous, he raised his head up, turned her head the other way, and started making out with that ear.  And moved his hand to her other breast so it wouldn't feel left out.   Then he whispered softly into the ear he making out with, "Remember, like I told your pet attorney, sunlight doesn't make me go limp."

Then he grinned against her ear and said, "In fact my beloved, given the right conditions, and I have lairs that have such conditions, I can survive with very little sleep.  I would have to feed often.  But I can make arrangements for that."

Then he blew in her ear, licked it and said, "Imagine my beloved, endless nights, and days, of pure pleasure.  And I think I may even have a way to keep those busy hands of yours off my balls."

He grinned against her ear again and said, "Ever slipped a good old fashion pair of wrist shackles my dear?   And think of it my darling Kassie. Days and nights of my body against yours.  My finger on your love button.  My dick in your precocious Pandora's box.  My tongue in your ear."

She moaned and said, "Oh all right!  I'll drink a little of your blood tonight!  And has anybody ever told you that you are real son of a bitch?"

He laughed and said, "Several people have.  But what do they know?"

Then he turned her head, looked into her eyes and said, "Give me your word that you will do as I ask.  I have already given you mine that I will only use the power it will give me over your body and mind, to protect you from harm.  But Kassie, keep your word.  For if you hesitate to do what I say later tonight, I will take you then and there, to one of my palaces of endless pleasure."

Kassie sighed, glared at him again, then said, "You have my word I will do as you ask, when you ask it of me.  But I don't have to like it!"

He grinned down wickedly at her and said, "Oh but you will.  I can promise you that."

As Kassie looked up into his eyes, she had nice nasty feeling in the dark part of her mind she kept hidden from him, that the son of a bitch was going to keep that promise.  But what the hell, she didn't have time right now for the endless pleasure palace tour.  Maybe later.  After this mission was complete.  She hadn't answered his question about the shackles.  He didn't know she could slip those almost as easily as handcuffs or love cuffs.

While those thoughts had been busy whirling round in that dark hidden part of her mind, he had been busy slipping her blouse off.  She decided there was no reason to ruin a perfectly good fuck over this, and started sliding his shirt over his shoulders.  Then she started putting her busy little hands to good use undoing his pants.

Once they had each other undressed, the vampyre laid Kassie so that her head was resting on one the pillows at the head of the bed.  He took the other pillow and tucked it under Kassie's ass.  Then he lowered his head, and began to play a long slow tune a on her love button with his tongue.  As he did, she wrapped her long lovely legs loosely around his back and began to run her right heel slowly up and down his backbone.  She rubbed the toes of her other foot up and down his buttocks.  First one cheek was gently stroked by those tiny toes.  Then the other.

Then he placed his palms on her thighs, and began to slide his hands up her legs.  Gently lifting and pushing her legs up and back with his hands.  She grasped the middle of the bed rail with her dainty little mitts, and began making lovely little oooooh oooooh sounds.  When his fingertips reached the back of her knees, she reached for the bed rail with her toes.  And hooked them firmly on either side of her dainty little mitts.  Then began making lovely little ah ah sounds.  As he watched her hook those toes onto the bed rail, in the dark part of his mind he kept hidden from her, he wondered if she could slip her feet out of love cuffs, as easily as she did her dainty little mitts.  And how long you could safely keep a witch folded in half like that, without doing her any serious harm.

He began playing a faster beat on her love button with his tongue, she clenched the bed rail harder with her hands and toes, and began making a lovely humming sound.  When her precocious little Pandora's box started quivering like a bowl of jelly, he plunged his tongue into it, and she started making a very delicious moaning sound.  His right hand slid down her leg, across her pubic area.  He started to let his fingers do the walking through the petals of her love button.  She clenched the bed rail harder with her fingers and toes, and started mixing some delectable growling sounds in with her moans.  He began to seriously tongue fuck her, while gently increasing the speed of the tune his finger was now playing on her love button.  A luscious gasping sound was added to the growling and moaning symphony she making.  He increased the speed of the tune a little faster.  Tongued a little harder.   And enjoyed the feel of her quivering once again like a bowl of jelly Pandora's box against his tongue.  While she was deep in throes of that orgasm, he raised up over her, and plunged his cold hard cock into that quivering little box of joy.

Placing one hand on either side the toes grasping the bed rail, he took a firm hold, and began to drive himself in and out of her.   He had intended to do so slowly, but firmly.  But she began thrusting herself against him harder and faster.  He had no choice but to hang onto the bed rail for all he was worth, and go along for the ride.  When he felt himself getting close to climaxing, he let go of bed rail, grasp her ankles and gently wrapped her legs around his waist.  Then he unclasped her hands from the bed rail, wrapped his arms under her, rolled over, and raised his upper body up.  He scooted them closer to the head of the bed. Then stopped and wrapped his arms around her and drew her close to him.

She wrapped her legs around him tighter, braced her hands on the bed, and began to slowly raise and lower her hips.  He unwrapped his arms from around her, leaned back, reached back with his arms, and grabbed the bed rail.  He could tell from the growling sound she made, and the speed with which she increased the rate she was raising and lowering herself up and down his cock, the sight of him reared back in such a primal throat exposed position, had pushed the button somewhere in her mind he had intended to.  He decided, in that part of his mind he kept hidden from her, to see just how much of the wolf there was, in this pretty giggling bitch he was currently hooked up with.  He arched his back, threw his head back to expose his jugular even more, and moaned.  And thought in that hidden part of his mind, "I will not whimper.  Unless I absolutely have to."

She began grind herself onto him on the down strokes she took.  But didn't even come close to drawing blood when she took her hand from the bed, and ran her nails down his chest.  Kassie was far too amiable right now.  He was going have to do something about that.  So he began to grind himself into her on the downstrokes as well.  Moaning as he did so.  A low, almost, pitiful moan.  She ground herself onto him harder.  And the nails running down his chest dug just a little deeper this time.  So he moaned again, and deliberately threw his head back and banged the back of it on the bed rail.  The nails stopped for a second, and dug themselves firmly into his chest as she clenched her hand, and ground herself into him.  When the back of his head hit the rail a second time, it was not deliberate on his part.  But rather an involuntary reaction to those nails digging so deliciously into his skin.  And the pleasure filled moan that issued from his exposed throat, contained just the faintest trace of a whimper in it.

In the part of her mind she kept hidden from him, she snickered and thought, "I'll show the son of a bitch pleasure beyond description."  Ground herself onto him as hard as she could, and deliberately dug her nails into his chest just a little deeper.  Then growled.  His head hit the bed rail again with a lovely resounding thud, and the moaning sound he was making, was starting to sound suspiciously like it could turn into a full blown whimper any moment now.  So she crossed her ankles, dug her heels into either side of his sorry spine, and increased the speed at which she was raising and lowering herself.

Years of riding horses, had given her an agility that was extremely handy at times like this.  She figured, in that hidden part of her mind, if she could bulge the eyes of a World Champion Bronc Rider with this agility as she had one night, she ought to be able to widen a fucking vampyre's eyes in amazement.  She raised herself up and down faster and harder, thinking in that hidden part of her mind, it was rather like posting to the trot when riding in an English saddle, but your legs and arms were just in different positions.  Then she bounced a tiny bit just before she ground herself into him on the downstrokes.  And dug her nails into his chest until they almost broke the skin on it.  His head jerked back.  It banged the bed rail with another resounding thud.  And he moaned pitifully. Then, just to see what kind of effect it would have on him, she threw her head back, dug her nails in hard enough to just barely break the skin, came down none to gently on the downstroke, and made a growling moaning sound, that had a hint of a howl in it.

The effect was stunning to say the least.  If fact, the back of his head hit the bed rail so hard, she was sure had he not been a vampyre, he would have been out cold.  The whole bed shook from the impact.  The moan became a decided howling whimper.  And he began to shudder from head to foot.  Amiable agile little bitch that she was, she thought, what the fuck, give him what he wants, and began to rake her nails down his chest.  Leaving four little bloody furrows as she did.  Then ground herself onto him as hard as she could.  Then threw her head back and did the growling moan, with just the hint of a howl thing again.

This time he let go of the bed rail, and threw himself forward.  Grabbing her as he did. Then leaned back against the padded headboard. She never saw it coming because she had her head thrown back and was making that moaning growling sound that contained just a hint of a howl in it.  He pulled her mouth down to the bloody furrows her nails had made.  Reached down, grabbed the hand she had been bracing herself on the bed with, turned it over, and sank his fangs into her wrist.  And thought in the hidden part of his mind as he felt his fangs sink into her wrist, and her tongue lap against his chest, "Someday my pretty little bitch, that sound will be a full fledged howl.

The last totally coherent thought Kassie had in the hidden part of her mind, as her tongue tasted his blood was, "The son of a bitch is going to keep that fucking promise."

She tried to pull her head back, but his hand held it firmly to his chest.  And she heard his mind say to hers, "Want to go visit my palaces of pleasure after all my pretty?"  Then all ability to think shut down.  She heard somewhere deep in her mind, the sound of an explosion, and waves of pleasure washed over her tongue, down her throat, and throughout her whole body.  She felt him envelope her mind and heard him command, "Drink Kassie.  Drink long and deep my beloved."  She fought the urge to obey that command and simply lap a little of the blood, but she felt the furrow open wider, and the blood flowed down her throat.

She took the first swallow of that flowing river of blood, and felt as if she had fallen into some deep dark ocean of pleasure.  It surrounded her.  Washed through her.  Flooded every corridor of her mind.  She felt it in every fiber of her body.  In every atom of her being.  A red rich wave of pure sensual pleasure was engulfing her.  She could not fight the power of it.  She just let her mind and body drift and become one with it.

When he began to fear he could not keep his promise to her concerning turning her without her full consent another second, he closed the furrows on his chest, then gently pulled her head back.  He had not meant for the first feeding to last that long.  And felt something that almost resembled a twinge of guilt in the hidden part of his mind.  But figured, in that hidden part, what the hell, it shouldn't do her mind any serious harm.  He chased the twinge that felt almost like guilt away, by thinking that if she did sustain any wounds while on her wild vampyre chase, he could heal them within seconds. He withdrew his fangs from her wrist, held her head back, and brought his mouth down on hers.  He kissed her long and hard.  Raising his head, he pulled her head back to his chest and wrapped both his arms around her.  He gently rocked them back and forth, whispering her name over and over as he did so.

He was waiting to hear the sound of her sobbing.  He had yet to meet a mortal, even a witch, that didn't dissolve into a fit sobs after the first taste of his blood.  Kassie however was not collapsed against his chest in helpless sobs.  Instead, much to his amazement, she began giggling hysterically. He thought, "Fuck, I gave her too much for her first time, and short circuited her mind completely."

Kassie giggled harder, and he realized she had caught that thought.  Which relieved him, since it meant he hadn't short circuited her mind completely after all.  She gasped out, "Really, I'm okay.  Well sort of kind of."  Buried her head back in his chest, and collapsed into giggles again.

At first he had been relieved to finally, after all these centuries, find a woman that didn't burst into sobs after the first taste of his blood.  But he had never, not in his wildest dreams, ever considered the possibility of those sobs, one day being replaced by gasping giggles.   Gentle gasps of pleasure, yes.  A gentle throaty chuckle of pleasure, maybe.  But these gasping giggles were unnerving.

He pulled her head back, looked down at her and said, "What is so damn funny!"

Kassie continued giggling, looked up at him with a wide eyed adoring gaze, and said, "Wow baby, you give the words, let the good times flow, a WHOLE new meaning!"

The vampyre roared with laughter, and clasped his pretty giggling little bitch of a witch to his chest again.  Thoroughly enjoying the sound of her giggling now.  As he continued to hold her against his chest he began to feel the first pangs in his fangs of the hunger that would overwhelm him if he did not sate his growing appetite quickly.  He had made arrangements tonight though so that he could stay as long as possible, and still have time to feed the hunger.

He had intended to take his time and work on fine tuning her love button and various other parts of anatomy in an effort to get her to scream his name thrice while in the throes of overwhelming passion.  But as the best laid plans of vamps and men had a way of doing around Kassie, his plan had fallen to pieces once more.  As the hunger began to grow he gently unwrapped his arms from around her.  Then he unwrapped her arms, then legs, from around him.  She braced one knee on the bed and swung her other leg over him.  When was she sitting cross legged beside him, he rolled off the bed, stood up, and walked around to the foot of the bed and began to put his clothes on.

He could have just as easily thought about it, and he would have been instantly dressed, but he knew Kassie enjoyed watching pull his boots on, nearly as much as she seemed to enjoy seeing him pull his boots off.  He would gladly fight the growing hunger, to give her that last little bit of pleasure before he left her.

As had become his habit, he gathered her in his arms, and gently placed her from of her computer.  He stood holding her in his arms as long he safely could.  Kissed the top of her head, stepped back and said, "Shut that computer down and get to bed.  You've had a late night, and you have early morning flight to catch.  I'll see you and the rest of the team tonight."  Then he turned, and even though he had to grit his fangs to control the hunger, he looked at his hat, which then sailed across the room, and landed cocked at the perfect angle on his head.  Hearing her soft giggle behind him, was well worth the effort it was taking him to control his growing hunger. Then he disappeared from the room.

Kassie shut the computer down.  And went to bed.  She did not have to even think about the vial hidden in one bed post to feel her connection with him tonight.  As she drifted off to sleep, she saw him in a room with several other people.  The people seemed to be having some of party that looked like it was thinking about becoming an orgy.  She knew he had arranged this little party at one of his many lairs.  And the people in that room would go home thinking they had just participated in the greatest orgy of all time.  Never knowing they had only experienced the ultimate wet dream from the feeding that would take place in that room.