Authors: Tracy St. John
A shout sounded overhead, and Heriolf jerked on top of Elisha. Suddenly his weight disappeared and Elisha, operating on instinct rather than thought, shot upright on shaking legs.
Sebastian, Mariel, and two other conspirators squared off with Heriolf while others fell on the outnumbered guards. Heriolf, still calling upon the power of the Font, threw the four allies all around, sending them flying to break the branches of the oak overhead with the impacts of their flung bodies.
Elisha paused only long enough to see Naya crouched at the base of the tree, her hands clutched around a length of thick branch, ready to defend herself if an enemy came close. Then
he returned to the battle. H
e charged Heriolf, who was distracted by Sebastian flying about his gray head.
Elisha’s fist drove into Heriolf’s gut, sending the vampire lord backwards onto the ground. Snarling like a feral wolf, Elisha went for the stunned man’s belly, biting deep into the muscled abdomen. With teeth and hands, he bit and clawed his way in, nearly disemboweling his enemy.
With a roar, Heriolf threw him off. Elisha crashed into a granite headstone headfirst. Stars bloomed before his vision.
Sebastian’s voice rang through the clanging chaos in his head. “Elisha! Take Naya and get out of here!”
Elisha staggered to his feet, shook his head to clear the cobwebs, and saw Mariel and another vampire harrying the shrieking Heriolf. Inner parts were hanging from his torn gut, but it was still an inconsequential injury to a vampire. Like the crushed ribs and flayed skin of Elisha’s neck it would all heal, given time.
Sebastian appeared before Elisha, his dark face riddled with worry. Elisha grabbed his friend. “You must escape too. He’s still too strong for you.”
Sebastian shook his head. “Don’t worry about me
.
I’ll be fine. For all our sakes, go!”
Elisha didn’t want to leave the others to deal with the still too-enhanced Heriolf, and he might have wasted precious time arguing had he not seen Heriolf catch sight of Naya. The huge vampire bellowed and started to fight his way towards her.
Elisha
raced to
Naya with all the speed he could muster. She was in his arms in half a second, and he flew with her into the star blasted sky. Heriolf’s furious roar rose in the air after them, but a glance back told Elisha he was too busy fighting off Elisha’s co-conspirators to follow.
Naya fumbled with the key card, sliding it into the slot of the motel room’s door while Elisha stood at her back, watching for pursuit. She’d never been in a motel before, and it took three tries before the sound of the lock sliding back and the flash of green from the indicator light told her she’d been successful.
She opened the door and hurried in. When Elisha only stood silhouetted in the doorway, not following, she stared in surprise. “What are you waiting for?”
His voice was strained, no doubt from the pain of his terrible injuries. “I want you to make this room yours, safe from any vampire. Claim it by formally inviting me in.”
Naya
understood at once what he was saying. If she marked this room as her own by extending an invitation to a vampire, no other vampire could enter without her say so. “Please come in, Elisha.”
His shoulders sagged with relief, and he crossed the threshold. Naya flicked on the
light switch
, a near novelty for her since Heriolf’s home didn’t have electricity. She
shrugged off her coat and
looked around the room with curiosity
while
Elisha carefully peeled his
blood-soaked
shirt off.
The carpet was a rough, thin, multicolored affair, a garish diamond pattern emblazoned on its nap. The heavy curtains were red and blue striped, stopping just above the air conditioning unit. The floral pattern of the comforter on the double bed was a splash of hectic hues.
Beyond the clashing fabrics, the furniture was cheap and scarred. The old cathode-ray television was a heavy dinosaur sitting on the dresser. Beyond a half-opened door, Naya saw the curve of the sink and toilet, both gleaming white in a beige-tiled bathroom. It looked clean enough but there was an old mustiness tickling her nostrils, as if it hadn’t been aired out in awhile.
“You deserve much better.” Elisha’s nose wrinkled at the space. He strained to examine his already healing neck in the mirror. Naya winced at the ragged chew marks Heriolf’s teeth had left, along with the strange lumpiness of Elisha’s ribcage. One jagged bit of bone was slowly receding back into the split in his right side.
“Don’t be silly
. This is fine
,” she told him. She tugged at him, leaning her head to one side to expose her neck. “Drink so you can heal quickly.”
Elisha’s
eyes flashed dark at her invitation.
Naya
let him capture her with his gaze, falling into that welcomed embrace of no thought, no fear, no sorrow. When his arms circled around her and drew her close, she was soft all over, her only need to give him whatever he might require. His teeth slid painlessly into her neck, a part of him enclosing itself in her. She thought of
the even sweeter possession of
his penis entering her. Her breath caught and her lower parts spasmed with arousal.
Elisha’s teeth slipped back out of her flesh. The room filled with soft sucking sounds as his mouth pulled on her, drinking her in. Making her a part of him. His woodsy, dry leaf scent chased the odor of old air away.
She whispered, “
My love. My love.”
He held her even tighter to his cool, hard body.
Naya
gave herself to him, healing him, making him whole again. It was the
most pivotal
moment of her life, committing herself in her entirety to Elisha.
I would do anything to keep him safe.
Her words coming out in slight moans, Naya told him, “If I return to Heriolf with the condition he lets you go, you could find a life elsewhere…”
The words choked off. Yes, she would sacrifice herself to the vampire lord to spare Elisha the final death, but giving herself to any man but him was a nightmare to contemplate. Especially to Heriolf.
Elisha stopped feeding. He pulled back to look her in the eye. “I cannot allow you to sacrifice yourself for me. Never, Naya. So don’t let me ever hear you suggest such a thing again. I love you.”
“But—”
“Silence.” His glamour still held her, and she had no choice but to fall quiet.
As he carried her to the bed, her heart sang with joy that only had a little to do with his hold over her mind. Elisha
has spoken the words she hadn’t realized she was desperate to hear
.
He loved her.
He laid her on the bed. Naya noted with deep contentment that his torso no longer looked crooked. The exposed rib had disappeared back into his body, and the ladder of his ribcage appeared whole beneath the drying blood.
“Lie quietly here while I clean up,” Elisha whispered. “Then I’ll join you.”
She listened as he washed himself in the bathroom, her thoughts only on him. When he returned, he was nude. Healed. Whole. And aroused.
The sight of Elisha completely restored and eager for her excited Naya. His penis was livid with intent, ready to take its pleasure with her body. She moaned an inarticulate plea to be released from his glamour so that she might fling herself at him.
“I
enjoy
you like this, my beautiful Naya.”
Elisha
came to the bedside, his hands caressing her breasts through the bodice of her dress. She moaned again to feel his touch. He grinned. “I like having you helpless, unable to deny me.”
I would never deny you
, she wanted to say.
He gently lowered the shoulders of her dress, pulling the top down to expose her. When her breasts were freed, jutting hard peaks towards him, he sighed. “So very lovely,” he
said
, leaning down to capture one in his mouth.
Naya shivered as he savored her with soft lips and gentle hands. She fought to move, to touch him in return, but for now her fingers wouldn’t even twitch. Perhaps Elisha felt her tense with the effort, because he paused long enough to say, “You have no choice but to lie very still and enjoy what I do to you.”
His will overcame her, and Naya went lax. Pleasure suffused her as she was forced to surrender everything to him, forced to wallow in the bliss he gave her.
“So soft,” Elisha praised between licks and sucks on her swelling nipples. “You fit me perfectly.” As if to prove it, his mouth closed over one dainty orb, consuming it completely. His fangs slipped easily into her skin. He drank a couple of swallows, and then moved to the other breast to repeat the performance. She gushed wetness, the sensations of his teeth, tongue
,
and lips transporting straight to her clit.
Naya felt her skirt rising over her legs, sliding upward to expose her knees, her thighs, her mound. It whispered over her skin until it rumpled at her waist. With a sigh Elisha moved down. He parted her legs and kissed one inner thigh, starting near her knee. He worked his way up, his mouth leaving a moist trail on the soft, downy skin. Naya’s breath left her in a whimper as he neared the vee of her sex. She closed her eyes, concentrating on the sensation of his moth-silky kisses delighting her body.
His tongue licked delicately along
the crease that separated leg from mound
. Then came the pressure – but no pain – of another bite. Naya moaned as Elisha took a sip. Then he went to the other leg to repeat the sensual journey from knee to the
opposite
fold
that marked the border of her sex
.
Bite. Sip.
Elisha
mouthed his way
over the slight rise, his tongue dampening the upper boundary where the soft bl
ond swirls of pubic hair began. Then he kissed his way down, cree
ping a slow path towards where she wanted his
wet warmth
the most. Naya shook all over, feeling his
fangs
scrape
through her curls
… velvet lips tender midway
down
… the slight hint of breath
right there
…
And at last the sweetest kiss of all, his tongue plunging between nether lips, making her tense all over though she still couldn’t move. Naya’s cry rang through the room.
He fed from her for awhile, feasting on her honey as he had her blood. Naya fought to writhe, but Elisha’s glamour held her still for the glorious torment. Supple lips and silky tongue stroked her petals. Warmth steadily built to baking heat, suffusing her until she thought she might erupt like a volcano, spewing molten lava from the pit of her stomach.
Naya
managed a groan, a grating sound from the very heart of her. Elisha’s chuckle rumbled seemingly from his mouth to shiver up her spine, making her hair stand on end.
“Please,” she rasped, the effort to speak herculean.
“Coming out of glamour again, my sweet
?
” her lover, her tormentor said. “How do you do that?”
Naya
hadn’t come out of it far enough to answer him. She watched with helpless angst as he crawled over her.
Please
, she mouthed.
The almost cruel pleasure in his expression softened as
Elisha
gazed down at her face. “My love,” he whispered. He bent to kiss her, his lips flavored with her essence.
Then Elisha was on top of her, pressing in that beautiful thickness to make them one. Naya felt how she formed to enclose him, as if her body molded to accept him and only him. She had been made just for this man, just for this moment.
“I release you,” Elisha said, and her arms and legs wrapped around him to draw him ever deeper inside.
Naya
moved against him, slow and serpentine, helping him find all those engorged, sensitive spots that made her insides tumble. “Never let me go, Elisha. Never,” she begged.
“I won’t.”
They held so tight to one another that they were reduced to grinding their hips together. Elisha’s coarse pubic hair made sparks fly from Naya’s clit, adding to the growing inferno. He grunted, shifting to press hard against that magic point within her sheath. Naya’s legs tightened around his hips as if she would meld him permanently to her body.
With a grunt, Elisha rolled over, carrying her with him. She was suddenly on top of the vampire, straddling the strong body.
“Do it,” he invited, his arms sliding from around her to lie flung wide on the bed. “I am yours, my Naya. Take what you will.”
Naya
lifted to look down on him. He
put her
in control? She started to protest she didn’t know what to do then realized she did. With primitive instinct, she knew exactly what she wanted and how to claim it.