Private I Vampyre: Ch 15/ 24

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Chapter 15

We hurried her into the downstairs cellar just as she began to vomit blood. “Leave me,” she grunted, staggering away from us to drop onto the floor.

“Ryan, leave,” I hurried forward to help her as she began to fumble at her clothes.

“Col, I won’t leave y-”

I turned and gripped his shoulders. “I don’t know what’s going to happen and I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you. So please, just close up the place and pray for the best… Please…” He reached out a shaking hand, but it stopped just short of my cheek. I almost moved forward to feel it, to feel him, but a loud tear filled the room and we went back to the business at hand.

She’d torn at her clothes, at her dress’s long sleeve and was digging into her flesh, blood that smelled of rot and decay spattering the floor in coagulated, stinking drops. “Stop, what are you doing?” I rushed forward, seizing her hands.

“Must… open… get rid of… pollution… cut me Mochrie…”

“What?”

“Vampire inflicted… wounds… don’t heal as fast… cut me!” I reached out and dug my nails into her flesh, tearing at it, flinching as she let out a scream. “Back away…” she whispered, her eyes that eerie gold, “Whatever you do… do not run…”

And then she began to change.

I backed away, my jaw dropping as I realized that I’d never witnessed a change before. Her back rippled and flowed, her hair draping over her hunched figure like a curtain. I heard bones popping and realigning, saw golden brown fur march down her arms in a wave, saw her hands become long, wicked retractable claws replacing each manicured nail.

What was left of her clothes fell off as her form swelled and stretched it beyond its limits, sloughing off like old skin. And through this change, her arm, blackened and burnt looking, bled until it became a bright red, healthy looking trickle. It slowed, and finally stopped. Everything was silent as she shivered, hunched over. Her gasp startled a yelp out of me and she turned that face my way.

I swallowed hard as she rose, liquid and puppet-like, her tail swishing behind her. She was naked, and tall, a graceful mix of human and cat. It made her so much more exotic and female, her face eerily beautiful. I took a step backward and she took one towards me. I took another back, and she mirrored me, so still when she didn’t move. Like a vampire, at least in that respect, except for the very tip of her tail. “Delilah…” I swallowed hard.

“I told you not to run…” she growled, muscles singing with need to move, coiled like springs.

“I’m not,” I sing-songed before I took one more step, and what do you know, my heel found the only thing to trip on, that damn pile of sacks in the middle of the floor. I fell and she was suddenly above me, like someone flipped a light switch. She was that fast. “Delilah…” I choked out, staring up at those liquid gold eyes.

“You smell like food,” she growled, sniffing me, tickling my cheeks with her whiskers. I felt hot pads of her fingertips and watched as her hands came together at the dip of my throat. I swallowed hard and she began to purr. I gave a startled yelp when her claws came out, going through my shirt like butter.

“I like this shirt, so could you… not do that?” my voice was much higher than was good for my ego, but with a hungry cat woman straddling me, ready to eat my throat, that was not good for my ego either.

Her hot, pink tongue flicked out and I winced as it licked along my cut cheek. Her purr grew as she gently groomed me, and I felt more than a little awkward at the view. Straight down her front.

She sat back, her tongue licking along her muzzle, daintily cleaning the red stains around it, and she rose, moving off of me. “It’s safe now…” she husked, that feline mouth curling the words oddly, swaying as she stood there.

I gave her the fish eye but rose and came forward just a little. She looked down at me, a good three inches taller than me now. “Wow… um… you need some clothes?”

“No,” she stumbled a little, and I caught her. “One will not change back for a little while longer, if one may stay a while?”

I made to answer, but Ryan’s voice came forward. “It’s fine. Um… what do you need?”

“To sleep…” she mumbled, curling into my arms.

I blushed, trying not to look at the gorgeous creature nestling nude in my arms. She was burning hot and felt like a velvet dream. I swallowed hard, and heard her purring chuckle before I shifted her and picked her up. Ryan came forward and picked up her coat, the only thing besides her hat and her purse that had survived her change, then led the way back up the stairs.

We made it to Ryan’s room without me stepping on her tail, and I quickly had her tucked into his bed, the only one big enough to hold her. She blinked at me dimly, holding out a deadly looking hand. I hesitated only a little before taking it and kneeling beside the bed. “Thank you…” she whispered.

I smiled and chuckled. “I should be thanking you for saving my life.”

She yawned, showing me her needle-like teeth. “One would say we’re even then.” Her words were slurred a little, vibrating with that rumbling purr.

I grinned. “Sleep… I’ll wake you when we need to leave.”

She looked behind me, and I had a feeling I knew who was there. “Enjoy…”

I frowned at her, but she stretched, making me blush again, before rolling over and hugging a pillow tightly. I rose, leaving her to sleep, to find Ryan and Chip watching us with concerned faces. Once the door shut, Chip came forward with a bowl of water. “Come on, you need to get cleaned up.”

“Is she okay?” Ryan jerked his chin at the door.

I shrugged, both of us following Chip down to the kitchen. “She just needs to sleep a while.”

We continued in silence, with Chip going between us with a wet wash cloth, dabbing at my face, cleaning off the blood the vampire’s claws had left behind. I winced. “The cut hasn’t healed,” he said, frowning.

“It won’t for a while,” I sighed.

“Hopefully it won’t leave a scar.” He pursed his lips before turning to Ryan and poking at the back of his head. “You on the other hand look like you need stitches. Stop wiggling so I can make sure.”

“Well stop poking it and making me want to hurt you!” Ryan groused, flinching as Chip examined the bump.

Chip sighed, hands on his hips. “You should be fine, considering.” He sent a look my way.

Ryan was staring at me, too. “Chip do we have any more rooms available?”

“Just the one.”

“Good. Mochrie, can you come with me? We need to talk…” he mumbled. I closed my eyes, wondering how much worse our relationship could get. Apparently Chip was wondering the same thing, because he was frowning between us when I opened them again. I shrugged and followed Ryan through the hallway, to the room at the end of it. I’d stayed in this one a few times, and had been a little peeved at how small it was, how grandmother-ish it made me feel. But the bed was comfortable, and big, if not quite as big as Ryan’s.

I stared at it, then at Ryan, who was watching me from the middle of the room. “Shut the door please,” he croaked.

I nodded, shutting it, and suddenly his hands were cupping my face, his lips on mine, parting them, his tongue searching desperately. I cried out, the sound lost as he took my open mouth and claimed me, letting me taste the heartbreak of us both. It tasted just like tears.

We parted, resting our foreheads to one another’s, his hands still cradling my face, my hands clutching at his shirt collar. “I almost lost you…” he whispered. “If that booby trap had done what it was meant to do…”

“It didn’t,” I soothed, my own face wet with tears even as I comforted him. “I’m here, I’m fine…”

His eyes lifted to look at me, and I swallowed hard at that green fire staring at me from so close, burning me. “I was so wrong, Col… Forgive me… Please…”

I didn’t know what to say, and his words and sobs became more desperate as he nuzzled at me.

“So wrong… About you, about everything. Please, I need you… Love you…”

I felt myself think distantly about saying no, felt the curl of wicked satisfaction it would give me to watch him crumble, to turn the tables. His eyes widened, and I knew he saw what I was thinking. I closed my eyes, hitting my head on the door, stamping that hateful little demon, grinding it down until I felt a sharp pain flare between my eyes. I panted, a bead of sweat trickling down my temple. I leaned back into him, feeling him. “…L-love you, too…”

He pulled me close and I felt like crying in earnest at his warmth, his nearness… God almighty I was loved again by the one I needed the most. “I’ll never leave you again… I swear…”

I wrapped my arms around him, nuzzling his neck, wetting his shirt with my bloody tears. “Don’t make promises… you can’t keep…” I sighed into his collar.

He pulled back, cupping my face again. His nose was red, his eyes all the brighter a green for the reddened eyes and splotched face, but he was beautiful and he was all I ever wanted. “I swear.”

I began to cry in earnest, not for the first time, but this time it felt like instead of emptying myself… I was being filled.

We ended up on the bed on our sides spooning, him holding me from behind, though I was unable to figure out who was truly holding whom. His arms were wrapped around my chest, cupping my heart as it beat its sluggish beat, his nose was buried at the base of my neck, and I shivered with each hot breath teasing the hair there. “I missed you, Mochrie…” he whispered.

I squeezed my eyes shut and bit my lip not to shudder as his lips gently brushed against the skin on the back of my neck. “Don’t call me that…” I whispered back.

“What do you want me to call you?” he mumbled, lipping the spot behind my ear that I loved almost as much as the spot beneath my chin.

“Anything but that,” I moaned softly, feeling warmth pooling right where it should. I turned and pulled his head forward for me to kiss, feeling him sliding alongside me, deliciously hot and hard, pressing nicely against my ass. His tongue slid along mine as his hand opened a button on my shirt and slid inside, teasing a nipple, circling it before pinching, making me whimper in his mouth and arch for more.

“God, I missed you,” He growled, biting my lower lip and sucking on it before returning to my mouth, a little rougher, more urgent. He pulled me onto my back, pulling at my clothes as I made short work of his, desperate for his body to touch mine. I’d never felt this level of skin hunger before and I hadn’t realized how much I needed it, needed him, until his bare skin touched mine. A rattling sigh went through us both as he kicked off his pants and stretched out on me, length for length.

His mouth was on mine as his weight pressed me into the bed, comforting, familiar, until he began kissing down my body in that familiar way, save this time he took his time. He traced under my arms, almost tickling, as he suckled that spot under my chin, his fingers pinching and pulling my nipples, making me squirm under him.

“Do something,” I panted as he nuzzled the hair on my belly.

I felt his smile and his soft, “Shhh…” in that thatch of hair at my groin and I pulsed for him, so ready to be touched. His peppered me with soft, wet kisses along the underside of my shaft, smiling as he licked and sucked gently at my balls, teasing the tense skin as I strained not to writhe. He grabbed a pillow and had me lift my hips. To my questioning glance, he smiled, stroking his cheek along my inner thigh. “This will be special, Col… I learned a lot before you left… from Chip, and I want to show you…”

I swallowed hard as his breath ghosted along my swollen flesh. With the pillow under me, he sucked on two fingers, and I jumped at the first touch at my entrance before he took me into his mouth, just the tip, licking and sucking gently and fluttering that tongue of his. My toes curled and my eyes rolled up into my head at the teasing pressure of his fingers and the wonderful wet heat of his mouth. Then he slid them into me. I tensed and bucked, clenching to expel the invaders, but a tight bob from him at my cock distracted me instantly, and those fingers began to thrust gently.

It was different, I’ll say that much. Uncomfortable, though not as uncomfortable as I knew it would have been had he not been sucking me so gently, keeping me trembling and shaking under him. Then he pushed those fingers in all the way, and I tensed, gasping when he hit that something deep inside me and I groaned so loud I was sure someone a block away should have been able to hear it. He paused to look up at me. “Are you okay?” he husked, his lips wet and red.

I nodded hard. “It felt… amazing,” I panted, tilting my hips so he’d have a better angle.

He took me at my word, found that spot again and stroked it with the firm pads of his fingers, sending hot waves of pleasure straight to where I enjoyed it most, trapped between Ryan’s lips, as he sucked harder, his own arousal bobbing between his legs. He added a third finger and I’d never felt so vulnerable, so laid bare to him. “Ry… Ry…” I whispered with every stroke until I felt that hot glow gathering, tightening me, throbbing… I squeezed his shoulder in warning and immediately he pulled away. I whimpered at the loss of him, his fingers, his lips. “I didn’t mean for you to stop,” I coughed.

He smiled softly at me, kissing my numb lips, hooking hands under my knees and pulling me forward on the pillow. “I want to share this ride with you, Col…”

My eyes widened and I looked down to find him kneeling between my legs, poised to enter me. I looked back up at him and swallowed hard. He wasn’t the exactly smallest of guys.

He read that look without a word passing between us and frowned softly. “Col? I promise I won’t hurt you…”

I blushed, and smiled. I held out my arms and he flowed into them. “Kiss me…” I whispered, and he did, sweet and tender and just what I needed. I trailed my hands down his sides to his hips, to where he still held himself away from me. I pulled him close, and he again took me at my word, pressing slowly forward. My head slammed back into the pillows as my breath was stolen from me in a grunt.

“Good… god!” he moaned, and stopped pressing forward as my body rebelled against him despite the preparation. “You’re so damn tight…”

“It’s a first for me, too,” I panted as my breath came back in a whoosh. “More…”

He blinked down at me and braced himself. I took a leaf from his book and braced myself on his knees just as he sank in those last few inches, the white pain making me gasp. I felt a moan begin somewhere in my toes and spill out my mouth as he sealed himself tightly against my body. When the pain abated some, I found him shaking above me, and inside I felt him throb… God he was so close just from being inside me. I felt I myself would only take a touch to go off, my body enjoying the pain more than I thought it should have. Screw it. I wanted this, pain or no.

Trapped between my hairy thighs, he began to pull out, and I watched with wide eyes. Why did it feel so good? “Are you okay?” he grated, his hands clenching the bedspread by my head.

I nodded, running my hands up his arms to his chest. I wrapped myself around him, pulling him close, and felt him thrust back in, hitting that something deep inside of me that made me cry out. He went slow, stroking that spot inside of me with ease. I felt overwhelmed, so filled and taken over… I’d finally gotten my wish. This was what I wanted: To have everything taken from me except who I loved.

I smiled into Ryan’s sweating neck even as our breath quickened and his pace picked up, jarring me. Ryan always seemed to know just what I needed. Figures that the man I love would also be my savior. “Col,” he groaned, leaning back and taking my aching erection in hand, stroking me as he pumped into me. “At the same time,” he moaned, sweat dripping onto me.

I nodded, arching into his hand and snapping my hips up to meet him. He growled, panting at the change, and pulled me harder, almost painfully until I was coming with a cry over his hand and onto my belly. I tightened around him and a great shudder swept through him as he slammed in one last time and I felt the almost scalding heat shoot deep inside of me, “Perfect…” he moaned, his head lolling back.

I pulled him forward, and he was limp as a ragdoll in my arms as I nuzzled his neck, the unspoken question there.

“Yes,” he whispered.

I bit into him, whimpering at his taste. There was nothing like him, all liquid fire and love. He screamed and thrust into me again and again, hard, the bed hitting the wall with heavy thuds. I wrapped my legs around him tightly, rising up to meet him with my own heady urgency even as I drank him down. He came again with a hoarse scream, freezing, and I felt my vision slip just a little as I clutched him to me and rocked back on his still form, riding him, milking him as long as I could until finally I could take no more. We both collapsed back onto the bed, covered in sweat and my spend, me licking his blood from my lips. He lay limply on me, his heart thundering, worrying me a little at its frantic pace. I felt him soften and slip free, and we shifted so he could lay in my arms, coming back down from our cloud together.

“God…” he sighed after a few minutes. “You’ve gotten… stronger… in your appeal.”

I nodded, still too out of breath for much else. Already my ass was beginning to sting, but it was worth it, even if I wouldn’t be able to sit down properly until it healed. It wouldn’t take long, so I wasn’t worried. “I love you…” The words slipped out without a conscious thought on my part.

Ryan didn’t miss a beat. “I love you back…”

I shuddered. Even though he’d said it many times before, this time… this time was special. And this time, my first time was with Ryan.