The Font (22 page)

The four chorused ayes.  They smiled benevolently at Naya as if they hadn’t been trying to kill her only moments before.

“I too vote the affirmative.  Now I ask you, is there acceptance that I make the Font immortal with my blood so that the council
remains
strong in perpetuity?”

Once again, the room rang with ‘ayes’.  “Opposed?” Elisha asked.

As silence descended over all, Naya finally allowed herself to breathe normally.  She had a hard time not sinking to the ground in exhausted relief.

Elisha smiled down at her.  “So be it.  The reign of Heriolf is done.  Let no single vampire hold us hostage again.”

Cheers erupted.  Right in front of everyone, Elisha bent to kiss Naya.  She pressed herself against him, joy buoying her despite feeling she might collapse at any moment.  She was safe. 
Even better
, she would spend forever with the man who owned her heart.

Echoing her thoughts, Elisha whispered, “Forever, my love.”

“Forever,” she agreed.  There had never been a more beautiful word.  The next kiss Elisha devoured her with sealed their bond.

Chapter 13

Leaving the other vampires to settle things for the night,
Elisha picked Naya up and carried her to her room.  She snuggled against his chest, scarcely believing that they had not only destroyed the threat from Heriolf, but that they were free to be together.

As soon as he closed her bedroom door and she thought they might be able to speak without being heard, Naya asked Elisha, “Will it work?  Will they let me live?”

He smiled reassuringly.  “The minds I looked into were accepting for now.  You will stay with me always, my love?”

Her arms circled his neck.  “Only with you does eternity have any appeal.”

Elisha laid her down on the bed.  Naya had a bad moment when she thought of Heriolf pinning her down to the mattress, threatening rape and death.  It passed quickly as Elisha sat next to her, gently brushing her untamed tresses away from her face.

With concern he noted, “You are weakened.”

She ran her hands over his shoulders, his chest,
and his
abdomen. 
Forever
.    With Heriolf, it would have been a sentence of unceasing torture.  With Elisha, it was heavenly reward.  “Heriolf fed until I thought he might kill me.  I wanted to die rather than be at his side.”

“That threat is done.” 
Elisha’s
gaze caught her, and she felt all the horror and fear of the last few moments seep away.  His voice was as embracing as his arms when he said, “Rest for a few minutes.  I will return momentarily.”

Naya’s eyes closed and she knew no more until his voice pierced the darkness that held her.  “Wake, my love.”

She returned to consciousness to find Elisha seemingly not having moved.  “What did you do?” she asked.

“I searched for and found one of Heriolf’s servants.  I gave him his freedom in exchange for blood.  I needed to feed before I could be with you.”

Naya smiled at him.  “You would never hurt me.”

“That was my intent.”

Elisha bit into his own wrist, making blood well from the wound.  He offered it to Naya, whispering, “Eternity together.”

Naya
didn’t hesitate for even an instant.  She
opened her mouth, letting
Elisha’s essence
flow against her tongue.  The blood of the vampire was sweet with a slight undertone of bitterness.  After two swallows, strength began to return to her limbs.  She was aware of heightened sensation, of the slightest crease in her gown against her skin, of the low mutters of the vampires downstairs, of the scent of pine trees outside, of every pore in the rapt face of the man hovering over her.  Lastly, she felt the trickle of Elisha’s thoughts and knew he loved her as much as she loved him.

He grinned.  “I hear your thoughts too, lovely Naya.  What wonderful thoughts they are.”

The wound she drew from was closing, the flow of blood ceasing.  Elisha removed his wrist
from her mouth
and replaced it with his lips.

Kissing Elisha, feeling not only her own body’s reaction but his as well, made Naya arch against him.  He answered her rush of lust with his own
.  S
he was excited to discover
in his mind
an almost animal need to possess her, to protect her, to claim her in every way as his own.

“Yes,” she moaned as the kiss ended.

“Yes,” he echoed and helped her to her knees.   He pulled her dress off over her head
,
leaving her naked before him.

His hands explored.  He thought how close he’d come to losing her sweet perfection, and the heat of his touch went to her very soul.  Naya moaned as his calloused fingers went everywhere, reassuring himself that she was indeed before him, in one piece.

Your mouth on me
, his thoughts whispered, and she caught a vision of herself at his feet, her eyes rolled up to look at him as she gave him that pleasure.  It made her tremble to feel how he ached for the act.

Naya slid to the floor, kneeling before Elisha.  His lips parted in anticipation as she freed his cock from his pants.  It was heavy in her palm, iron sheathed in silk.  Her lower parts clenched at the heated way he gazed at her, at the eager need he felt. 

She started by licking his scrotum, then sucking the softer parts of him into her mouth.  He groaned at the heady warmth, the surge of purest pleasure making his loins feel weighted.  Naya felt it with him and was amazed to know how it was for a man when the woman he loved serviced him thus. 

She released him from the prison of her mouth, cupping his balls with her palm as she ran her tongue
along
the underside of his cock.  Elisha’s head fell back with reaction, and her pussy clenched as she received the echo of his delight.  She kissed the purplish head, his foreskin drawing back from the smooth surface as he swelled with excitement.  Naya parted her lips, taking the heated appendage in her mouth in a carnal kiss.

Warmth grew in their bellies, and Naya felt Elisha’s groan coming before he uttered it.  She’d never orally pleasured a man before, but the vampire’s mind told her what he liked best
.  S
he
gladly
gave it to him.

She gripped the base of his cock with one hand, continuing to gently rub his scrotum with the other.  Opening wide, she took as much of him in her mouth as she could.  Elisha moaned again, his hands diving into her hair as she slowly drew back.  Her tongue rolled over the thick staff as she moved, sending jolts of delight through him.  She felt all of it with him, and her sex gushed warm juices to dampen her thighs.

Releasing until only the tip of him remained in her mouth, Naya tasted sweet saltiness.  Detecting how Elisha missed the wet warmth of containment, she didn’t pause long to enjoy his flavor.  She slid his length back in, rubbing her tongue all over for his pleasure. 

Over and over she accepted the steel of his need, the kaleidoscope of sensations and emotions Elisha experienced buffeting her, making her eager to pleasure him all the more.  She heard how he warred with himself; the urge to spill his seed in her sweet, suckling mouth battled with the knowledge of how good it felt to pierce her womanhood.  And he was curious to share her sensations as she had his.

Without him telling her to, Naya left off the oral pleasuring.  She pushed his pants all the way down, pulling his
boot
s off to make him naked.  Then she rose to stand before him, her gaze meeting his.  His hands curved around her head to bring her close for his kiss.  As their tongues twined together, his grip slid down to grasp her shoulders.  He lowered her onto the bed.

“You know what I want,” he whispered against her lips, and with a shiver Naya bent her legs up and out, capturing her knees to open herself to him.

Before accepting her offering Elisha bit into her breast, suckling blood as a babe might its mother’s milk.  He didn’t take much, just enough to make Naya squirm with the erotic thrill of him feeding on her.  Then he did the same with her other breast, and she moaned.  He moaned back and smiled at her, his silken tongue working to catch the scarlet trails seeping from the punctures.

“So that’s what it feels like,” he said.  He’d never been bitten by a lover before and had no idea how erotically thrilling it could be.  Their linked minds were teaching them both so much.

His attentions moved down, and Elisha’s fingertips brushed her nether lips.  Naya shuddered all over as heat suffused her body. 

“Hold very still for me, my love,” he commanded her.  “I wish to know how it feels for you, where you are most sensitive.”

“Yes, Elisha,” she whimpered, though she ached to somehow overpower him, to throw him back on the bed and claim his eager manhood with her body.

He chuckled, his natural dominance surging as she acknowledged her inability to make him do as she wished.  “Poor Naya.  Is it so terrible to be subject to my whims?”

Knowing just what his whims were and how he would wield his gentle tyranny made Naya laugh back.  “No, it’s not.  But it would be nice for you to get a taste of your own medicine!”

“But I will.  I will feel every
second
of your sweet anguish as I torment you.  I will suffer as you do.”

Naya sighed and closed her eyes in surrender.  “Do as you will, then.”

For the next half hour, perhaps longer – it felt like it went on for an eternity – Elisha tortured her with fingers, mouth, and tongue.  Her softest flesh was awash in juices as she made herself perfectly motionless for his minute explorations.  And he left nothing untouched, learning from her open mind how the rim of her outer lips trembled when his fingers traced their outline, how his tongue on her inner lips made her gush with more honey, how his tongue stabbing into her opening made everything inside clench tight.  Even her anus was gently evaluated, and both gasped with the shock of sensation his exploration prompted.

“We will keep this in mind for the future,” Elisha told her, and Naya’s heart quickened at the dark promise in his eyes.

He spent a great deal of time on her clitoris.  Using his fingertips first, he spread her wetness all around the nubbin, teasing until it emerged throbbing from its hood.  Next he licked slow circles all about, making her swollen and red.  Then his lips closed on it, capturing it between their softness.  His tongue flicked across the tip, making Naya tense all over.  He sunk one finger, then a second inside her as he licked the eager flesh once more.  She whimpered.  It took all Naya had to keep herself open for the torment, especially when Elisha began to work in and out with a firm rhythm, searching for the sweet spot within her sheath as he lashed her clit back and forth.  The dual attacks on her most nerve-clustered flesh had her rushing towards crescendo in short order, and Naya readied herself for cataclysm.

Elisha felt it too, and she discerned his intent.  “Please,” she moaned, even as his fingers inside her stilled and he took the joy of his mouth away.

“Quiet,” he said, and she knew he would torment her until he could no longer stand it.  Her agony, her desperation for fulfillment
,
meant nothing to him except that he could enforce his dominion over her.  Her only solace was that he would feel every agonizing moment with her.

When her need had calmed to a degree, Elisha resumed playing with her, his fingers finding that stomach-curling spot inside her sheath almost immediately and his tongue visiting silken abuse to her clit.  Naya quaked all over as he made her take it, sobbed unselfconsciously as he drove her quickly to the brink once more, knowing he would deny her again and there was nothing she could do about it.

“You are mine, Naya,” he told her.   “When you give yourself over completely, I will grant your release.”

She didn’t know if she could.  She wanted to surrender herself to him entirely, mind as well as body, but her need for control fought him with everything it had.

“We shall try again.”

She felt how he ached for her, that he wanted to bury his flesh within her and gain his own relief.  But Elisha was too determined to master her, and he would endure his own misery until she submitted.

Please, please, let me
             
yield. 

Yes, my lovely Naya.  Show me you trust me with all your heart.  Give up everything to me.

She looked down her body, her gaze meeting Elisha’s.  His expression was so many things:  confident, adoring, demanding, imploring. 

You must trust me with all you are, or we will not make eternity.

Naya bit her lip and nodded.  “I’ll try.”

His face lowered to her sex once more and she readied herself for another round of torment.

Elisha wasn’t kind.  His fingers set up a quick, brutal tempo, and his mouth latched onto her clit, trapping it so his tongue could lave it with vigor.  Tears streamed from the corners of Naya’s eyes as she fought her own will that shouted she had to seize power, she had to insist he let her come.  Once more she was closing in on that starburst of mind-stealing delight, and her body strained, reaching … reaching…