Thunder splits the night sky in two, illuminating the room. She is shivering, but I'm not. Effortlessly, I remove the wet shirt that clings to her slim figure, unhook her lace bra and pull her fragile body close to me. Her figure is the same as Lili's. Lili... My pulse quickens, I stroke her slender shoulders, her small, firm breasts and her waist. My lips reaching her elegant neck, goosebumps spread over her body in response to my touch. Traveling downward, I kiss her chest. I feel her heart rage beneath my lips like a caged animal, her tiny nipples twitching for a touch. Sweet and salty. My hand slips under her trousers. Her firm, round buttocks pressed into my palm. Slowly, gradually, I strip her of the protection of the remainder of her clothing as her legs quiver. She's young and without experience...every inch of her trembles to be corrupted by me.
My hand wanders to the inside of her thigh, wet from rain and desire... wet for me. With just a few strokes, my mere presence makes her feel this way. I tingle with satisfaction, with the power to do anything to her. I open her clean-shaven labia, her clit swelling with desire against my palm. Gently, entering with one finger, then another. There is no resistance, her body throbs and yields around me. Perhaps I'm not her first.
But I will be the last.
I push her down on the bed, my hard loin pressed against her soft belly. I run my fingers through her lush blue hair and kiss her. Her tongue slides eagerly into my mouth, brushing against my teeth, her aura vibrating around me like an intoxicating cloud of desire. My gums and scalp are numb with hunger, but I resist the temptation. For now.
Her trembling fingers move behind my ear, penetrating my hair. The pain freezes me. Like ten sharp scalpels digging into living flesh. The monster wants to break out from under my skin. I want to see her face turn cold, and return the agony she has caused. Patience... I take her thin wrist and lay it back on the blanket. Gently, so as not to arouse suspicion. I roll onto my back as my head sinks into the protection of the pillow and she climbs on top of me. Her hands roam my broad chest, my abs. Her hands explore my body, her eyes full of awe, as if she had been waiting for me all her life. She kneels between my legs, leaning closer and closer, her erratic breath caressing my loins. Her hot tongue pushes against the tip. I grab her head carefully, pulling her onto my dick. Her mouth embraces me willingly, her lips loose yet tight. I gasp. She lets me sink deeper into her, I feel her throat relax. She sucks gently, irresistibly, almost begging me to cum in her mouth. The grey particles of her energy swirl impatiently. I'm amazed at how deeply aroused she has become by serving me. Her hips move with desire. I long for her too. But she does it so well... too well. Just a little more...
She walks away and bends down to pick up her bag. At first, I don't understand what she is looking for, then I realize she doesn't know much about me.
I open my mouth, then close it.
Sure, why not?
“You wanted to say something?” She drops the bag.
“Just that your hair looks so much more beautiful in waves.”
She blushes, brushing back a wet lock of her once-straightened hair, then tears open the wrapper, places the condom on my dick, and rolls it on. It clings to my skin and wraps me in the old confidence that I thought I had lost a long time ago. My breathing accelerates as she strokes me again and again, trying to force all the air out. She's afraid that I'll make her pregnant.
Because she thinks of me as a full man.
I tense up, force her onto her back and spread her legs. Impatiently, she lifts her hips, but I thrust into her slowly, savouring every tiny fold of her tight body, her appreciative throbbing. I lean over her, my long white hair falling like a curtain around us. She grips the back of my head to pull me closer, but I hold both her hands down.
What's your hurry? You'll get to know my hair soon enough. From the inside.
I press myself into her, as her moans of pleasure sends shivers down my spine. I sink into her again and again. The desire for orgasmic relief pushes thoughts of the outside world far from my mind. She wraps her legs around my waist, holding me in the depths of her writhing insides. Her body arches, her muscles tighten around me. I want to flow into her. Fill her womb, her belly. Feel the veins pulse from excursion. So when I consume her, she will fill me to overflowing. My teeth tingle, my hairs stand on end with emptiness. Patience... allow her to come one last time, just for me. I wait, then with one last firm thrust, the pleasure bursts out of me.
Gently, I settle on her panting chest, wait for the heat to subside... and another kind of desire starts to take hold.
Her muffled giggles mingle with the sound of rain.
“What's so funny?”
“My friends said you are dangerous.”
I smile.
“Do you like danger?”
“As much as I'd like to do it all over again.”
Again? Who said we were done?
I grasp the sides of her head, gently with my hands, pulling her close for a kiss. Deeply, passionately. I sense her aura trembling as it did the first time she looked at me. Just as desperate with desire. A misty rapture begins to consume my mind, as she lies beneath me. Exposed. Powerless. She is mine.
I open my teeth. Greedily, without restraint, I suck her life into me. The orgasmic sensation bites through my gums, my bones, all the way to the tips of my hair. Life, strength, freedom... Revitalizing. My white strands snake through the air, coming to life on their own, and this time I have no thought of ordering them. My horns pierce the skin of my temples, wings tear free from my back. Warm blood trickles down my face, down my spine, but I don't care. Let her see what I am.
Her eyes open wide in terror. She wants to scream, to jerk her head away, but I hold her tight. She tries to fight me off with her hands and feet. How naive... My hair wraps around her limbs, her arms, her legs, stretching them, holding her firmly in place.
She twitches helplessly, but as her strength fades, her twitches subside.
Her grey energy field gradually fades. Her skin withers, her tongue dries in my mouth, the last beats of her heart pounding on my dick. By the time I've absorbed the last drop of her soul, the light in her eyes is gone.
Good girl.
I roll off her wrinkled carcass. My hair slicked back, once again tame, saturated, my veins bubbling with energy.
The rain has stopped, the open window is moved gently by the soft wind.
I want to leap out of the window and fly into the night sky. I can almost feel the lukewarm breeze in my hair, the dampness between my membranous fingers. The speed. My wings itch with the desire for flight.
But this is not allowed. Not here, in the human world.
My wings, my horns return to the inside - sinking back into my skin without a trace.
I take a deep breath, my lungs fill with the warm air. The smell of musky wet concrete penetrates my nose. A streetlight flickers yellow. The sound of a car’s wheels wading through the puddle breaks the quiet of the night. Then silence falls, which fills me with emptiness
I feel cold; only the blood left over from the transformation ploughs my skin with an oppressive heat, flooding me with all the pain and loss of the past, which I try to forget at every turn. Touching my temple my fingers are stuck in a dark, sticky mass. The horror pulses faster in my veins, my heart skips a beat.
I have to wash it off. Immediately.
I take off the condom, roll over on the edge of the bed...
A blue and white crow flies onto the window sill. As it shakes off the water, its shape begins to grow. Its wings elongate, becoming arms and hands, its beak forms into a mouth, its feathers take on the appearance of blue hair. Where once a bird stood perched, now sat a man dressed in a furry top and trousers.
The young man walks further inside, leaving wet footprints on the carpet. Fortunately, I'm sitting with my back to him, so I don't have to turn away. The urge to rush to the bathroom burns me, but I stay seated, blending into the shadows of the room. If only he would forget about me and go into his room...
The mattress sinks in beside me, his white feet poking at the torn wrapping.
“Most males would be happy to get rid of it, and you put it on unnecessarily?”
I hide the rubber in my palm. My skin burns with shame. It feels so good to forget it for a moment...
He squeezes my shoulder comfortingly.
“Don't worry, you'll get used to it.”
“Is that so?”
His hand slips away from my arm, as a shadow passes over his face. It is the shadow of a thousand years of barren satisfaction.
I get up, go to the bathroom. I close the door, as if that could shut him out of my mind. I hate that he is a dragon, capable of reading my most intimate thoughts, while I cannot even see his aura.
I move to the bin under the sink. Jev's words echo in my ears, paralyzing me.
“... and you put it on unnecessarily?”
The girl is dead.
But even if she were alive, she wouldn't need it.
My fingers tighten around the wet material. I should get rid of it. Just throw it away, don't look at it.
Yet I look at it. The white mass in the transparent latex.
Just like then, years ago, in another world...
I hold it under the tap and pour water into it. The rubber expands, white shapes float in the liquid. I turn it around in the light of the arched bathroom window. No bruise or damage anywhere.
“Don't throw it out until I've checked.” A girl's voice rings out from the pitch-black dormitory. Soon a long-robed, shaggy figure appears. In a hurry, she stumbles on the doorstep and snarls as she flicks back her blonde curls, irritated at the sudden light and holds out her hand to me.
I smile at her distrust and hand it over. She examines it closely, turning over in her hands.
“Well, do you see anything?”
“It looks like a snow globe.”
I try to keep a straight face, without success. I laugh softly, but admire her for finding beauty in such a thing.
“Laugh all you want! It brings me great comfort to know that I am not pregnant.”
“Awelon will need an heir to the throne sooner or later.”
“From you?” She growls at me with contempt I can't ignore.
“What about Logan?” I fold my arms across my chest, knowing full well that the mention of the Vampire-hunter prince touches a nerve.
“No way! I shudder at the very thought of some creature we call a ’child’ feeding on me.”
“You feed on me too.” I wipe a spot of blood from her chin.
“That's different. I'm not growing inside you like a tumour.”
“Interesting point. You should share it with Logan; he'd be guaranteed to call off the engagement.”
“The nobles would kill me. Besides, it's in Awelon's best interests...”
She spills the water, then throw the condom out. The air freezes. I'd do anything to erase the future that's waiting for her. If nothing else, to make her feel better.
She's about to pass me when I wrap my arms around her from behind and swing her back into the bathroom.
“Where to in such a hurry?”
“To meet some nobles.”
“Like that?”
She lifts the robe slightly at the shoulder, sniffing under it.
“Take a shower with me.”
“Only if you close the blinds” she folds her robe, hiding her freckled ankles.
Of course: without two kilos of powder, five layers of lace and a dress buttoned to the waist, she wouldn't show her face even if it meant banishing Logan. The only vampire in a human-inhabited state, already lost her virginity, but still ashamed of her freckles. She hasn't the faintest idea that it's these little 'flaws' that make her natural. Unique. And irresistibly attractive.
“What if I want to see you?” my breath ruffles the hairs on the back of her neck.
“You don't. Believe me.”
“I'd argue with that.”
My groin pressed against her back, I lean down to her, my tongue is running along the base of her ear.
She winces, laughs.
“Hey, stop it!”
Not a chance. My fingers dig into the thick fabric around her belly. She laughs even louder, her green particles dancing back and forth. She tries to break free, but my arms hold her in place. I tickle her until she laughs so freely that she can't defend herself.
However, years later, after her marriage to Logan hit the rocks and we started a new life far away from Awelon, she would have done anything to get pregnant.
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