Night's Kiss

Every night Vlad was haunted by the same dream. The same night, the same bed, the same white silk sheets, and the same girl. Always the same girl. He saw her every night in his dreams. And how he ached for her. In his dreams he saw her, her long, shiny, ebony hair spread over her pillows, her pale, flawless, silky skin showed illuminously in the moonlight. She was a dream in herself, and he wondered if such and exquisite creature existed. He remembered calling her Lily in his dreams. He wanted her. He wanted her to exist so he could find her. Hold her. Touch her. Have her. And he did, but only in his dreams. First he would find her house deep in a dark forest, a window would be open and he would climb in. Instinctively, he knew where her bedroom was, and he would go to her. He would open the door to her room and approach the bed. He would stand there and watch her sleep for a moment. How peaceful, how innocent she looked in her slumber. His dark eyes would rove over her slim young body and see she was wearing nothing but the white silk sheets. It was as if she knew he would come, and her barely covered form was most inviting to him. Then she would sense him there and wake up. Her deep emerald eyes gazed at him in such heated longing, such desperate wanting need, that he would crumble inside. He would take his clothing off with agonizing slowness, watching her the entire time. Then he would slide between the sheets next to her thin, trembling body and take her into his arms. But, the sad truth was that Vlad was a vampire. He and his minions lived in a large stone castle in the vast countryside of Transylvania, and every dream he dreamt was in full effect, he felt every touch, every kiss. He heard every moan, every sigh of pleasure. And at the end of each of his dreams, Vlad killed her, making her one of his kind, digging his long ivory canines into the soft flesh of her neck, taking away her warmth and replacing it with his cold. Vlad would wake up from these dreams bathed in sweat, painfully aroused, and needing a kill. He would then go out, not returning till near dawn. Not only was Vlad miserable at not finding her, he was lonely. The next day Vlad drove into the little town of Cthulhu, and checked into a tavern to spend the night. Vlad had an advantage over most vampires; he was what was called a day walker. Sunlight did not affect him, neither did crosses. He could only be vanquished by a stake through his 750-year-old heart. This was good, for the next day he was wandering the small market place at the center of town, terribly bored, when he saw her: The skin, the hair, her eyes, It was Lily. He ran to her and grabbed her arm, she turned around, ready to protest at this stranger’s rudeness, when their eyes locked. Suddenly her exspession turned from anger to pure shock. Then she fainted. Vlad carried her to his car and ordered the driver home. Lily remembered nothing of that day or the man who had taken her away from her home, all she could remember was the dreams. She knew he would come for her one day. She had remembered all the nights they had spent together in his bed. And she craved for that again. Without him, she felt total emptiness. As she started to come to, her eyes fluttered open and realized where she was. A dim, large room, lit only by a large fireplace. Grand tapestries hung on the walls and dark oriental carpets decorated the floors. She also realized she was naked. She sat up and hugged the navy blue velvet coverlet to her, providing a flimsy cover up to the eyes of the man that sat in a chair next to her bed. "Wh-who are you?" she asked in a quivering voice."Where am I?" '" Lily" Vlad said" Don't you remember me? Don’t you remember those nights I came to you and we made love?" he asked her." Yes!" she cried out" " I remember. " she said as tears ran down her cheeks" It's just that, I waited for you and now..." He silenced her with a brutally passionate kiss. She returned the kiss with the same passion, knowing what it was going to lead to, and the erotic hunger inside her was coming to life once more. Oh, how she wanted him to take her! It was too much, all the emotions she was feeling for him at that moment. Gently, he laid her back onto the soft mattress and began to kiss her slowly, as her small hands went up and began to remove his clothes. He then removed the coverlet from her shaking form and ran his large, strong hands over her arms, down over her breasts and torso, until he came to her thigh, then stopped. He let his palm rest on her flesh. She ran her delicate hands over his hard, muscled chest, and through his heavy, thick, chestnut colored hair. He began kissing a heated path of kisses down her neck and over her collarbone. She expected his touch to be cold, but it wasn't, it was strangely warm and comforting as she moaned softly, as his tongue found the soft spot behind her ear, and she held him closer to her body. He then began kissing lower toward her breast. He let one hand curl over one soft mound as he began kissing it's partner slowly, making her nipples erect, until he took one into his mouth and drew on it deeply, eliciting low cries of pleasure from her. Then he switched, showing the other the same sweet torture. Lily gradually let her body relax to Vlads touch, it felt so right to be lying beneath his body as he pleasured her beyond any measure. She cried out when he began kissing another path down her body, yet he did not stop at her stomach. He stopped when he reached her trembling white thighs, and noticed they were clenched tightly together." Are you a virgin my sweet?" he asked her. She nodded her head, for she was so over thrown by her desire that she could not form words. " Let me show you..." he said in a low voice and began to nuzzle her stomach with his lips made small kisses upon the tops of her thighs. She let herself relax, and her slim thighs fell open to his seeking mouth and tongue. He kissed the tender insides of her quivering thighs. He then kissed her fully, his tongue darting forth to taste her. He teased the small member of flesh throbbing in the center of her, making her cry out and hold his head between her legs, wanting him to force her into completion, wanting it so bad until... he stopped."No... Please... don't..."she said. But he silenced her yet again with a passionate kiss as he spread her legs wider and moved between them, his arousal was hard and pulsating, he ached to bury himself deep into the core of her heat, but he knew he needed to be gentle, so he gently eased just the tip inside of her. She was enticingly wet with her desire and he fit in easily. He then thrust hard into her, splitting her maidenhood with a single thrust and she moaned softly. He stopped for a moment to rain soothing kisses upon her and to let her get used to the feel of him inside her. When he felt her hips rise to his, he began to thrust harder and harder clutching her closer to him, probing deep into her, harder and faster, until... his teeth emerged and he buried them into her neck. The blood forced it's self out faster and faster due to the coming of her climax, and as she reached the height of her lust, she cried out and collapsed against his body. He drank hungrily satisfying his own lust, as well as his blood lust, and as he emptied his cold seed into her womb, he looked down at her. She was barely conscious, and so he slit he neck slightly and brought her mouth to the wound, causing her to drink. As he did he could feel her body reacting to the change, and he stopped. He had given her back life, but he had not damned her to a life of misery and hate, for now they had each other. Sometime later, they both lay together in his large bed, with his strong arms wrapped around her frail body, and they both smiled wistfully, for their incessant need had brought them together, and their untamable desires had indeed been fulfilled by each other. CopyrightM.Eddy2000