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Excerpt from "Pints" from Soulful Sex Volume I
“Right now,” said Anders, “having drunk the blood of my heart’s
desire, I am unable to resist it anymore. But I’ve fed enough that I’m
not crazy with the bloodlust. I won’t bite your throat out and gorge myself
until I’ve drained you. But I will make a meal of you nonetheless. Are
you afraid?”
“All I know,” said Eliza slowly, “is that you want me. That’s all that means anything.”
“I drank from your hand to taste you again,” continued Anders, his soft fingers stroking her hair and cheek again. “I can’t go long before needing to taste you again. But I can do it slowly.”
She hung from his words like a fly in a spider web. “I...I don’t feel anything from the bite.”
“I didn’t feed from the wound, there was no venom that way.”
“Oh...”
Then, suddenly, Anders leaned over to kiss her. It was not his usual kiss. Eliza felt drawn out of herself, felt the pull all the way to her genitals, and she went wet in a moment. When he drew back she gasped.
“I don’t want you to be too docile yet,” breathed Anders. “A little in thrall, but not too docile.” He scooped up her hand and held it before her eyes. Then over the puncture he drew his tongue, slowly and firmly. It was pearly pink and twinkling, like the inside of some exotic crustacean, and left the spot cool. Eliza’s hand began to hum. She smiled with wonder at the sensation and Anders echoed her smile and nodded. The feeling hit her wrist and she pointed to the spot, then traced it up her arm with her finger, showing him the path. Anders’s smile broadened at this gesture.
“In a moment,” he said, and then Eliza felt a gentle wave of humming wash over her mind. She closed her eyes and sighed, and when she opened them again to look at Anders, he had become even more beautiful.
His eyes caught her. “Your eyes are so blue,” she said softly.
“Like--?” His fingers buried in her hair, lifted it off her neck, traced over her skin there, came to rest so she could feel her pulse against his fingertips.
“Blue like lake water. Deep and changing with the light and the wind.”
“Do you see light? Do you feel wind?”
“I see your eyes and feel your breath, lovelier than the light and wind.”
“Yes,” said Anders, and kissed her.
I’m turning into poetry, she thought as his mouth caressed hers. Everything is becoming poetry. And indeed, she felt like her motions and his were too beautiful to be natural, like a dance. He pulled her closer to him and his kiss deepened. The length of his body was warm. As he kissed her his fingers still toyed at her throat, a teasing promise.
When he drew back, Anders’s eyelids were half-closed, and he gave her a lazy smile. “I almost like being a bit weak like this,” he told her. “It slows down my passion so I have time to enjoy it. And in all these years, I have never been able to enjoy it . . . the bloodlust.”
The splendid rush of the venom had smoothed out a bit now, and Eliza came back a little to herself. “I wonder what it’s like...” she said.
“When it can’t be satisfied, it’s pure hell,” said Anders, tracing around her chin with his finger. “But like any intense hunger, the process of sating it is like nothing else. Especially when you’ve wanted it so long...” He let his fingers drop to the buttons on her sweater, undid the top one. “I tried not to think of it, but sometimes I let myself. I love the scent of you, it’s coppery and bittersweet, so unusual, exotic...” His eyes dreamily watched his fingers at the buttons. “One night I let myself think about it all, about drinking you into complete stillness, my belly so full of you that all I could do was sleep...”
He pulled back her sweater, exposing the mound of her breast, then lifted it free from her bra so the nipple was revealed. Before Eliza could even wonder at this, Anders’s head was under her chin and his mouth took in her nipple. His tongue circled over it, setting off a deep stirring of pleasure, but all she could feel was the overwhelming longing for his bite. He didn’t wait long before she felt his incisor pierce her just outside the aureole, a much firmer incision this time, with more intense pain that made her actually cry out, and her eyes water. But the pain dissolved in a moment as a new surge of venom filled her breast.
“Oh Anders,” she breathed, shocked at the beauty of the feeling. “Anders, it’s glorious.”
He answered with a hard pull, and she actually felt a surge of blood leave her breast. “Ummm,” said Anders, giving a little shudder of pleasure and then squeezing her breast instinctively with one hand. He suckled intently, she could feel his hunger in his mouth and hand, hear it in his quick breathing. Her hands went to his head, her fingers burying in his hair.
His hair was so soft! It had become softer than human hair, so deep with softness that all her attention went to it. She lowered her chin and buried her mouth in it, breathed it in, and the fragrance was like pale flowers. It seemed impossible that she was being allowed to touch anything so soft, supernatural, the hair of a god.
At that moment the venom hit her loins and she groaned with it, and gave a long sigh. For a minute then she just laid there, in a swirl of sensation, Anders’s hair on her lips, his mouth making ecstasy at her breast, and the liquid heat of the venom pooling in her womb until everything went dark with the feeling. She drifted in a state of half-consciousness, feeling acutely each new swallow of blood leaving her body and entering Anders’s. Life suddenly became as simple as that: She was food, rich, delicious, nourishing food, and the act of his consuming her was transcendent.
She felt him stop and fall back from her. She opened her eyes to look down and he raised his face to smile at her. He was made out of gold now, and his eyes gave off warm light that she could actually feel upon her face.
“Time to wait now, Eliza. God, you are the sweetest...if you could only know how delicious you are.”
She couldn’t tell if he felt soothed or aroused, but she knew he was in an ecstasy that matched her own. She couldn’t speak at that moment so merely stared at him, feeling his warmth on her cheeks and eyelids.
“I know you’re weak, but in a minute or two your strength will come back a little. I’m going to undress you now, it’s not enough to feed on you, I want everything. To make love to you.” He sat up, still staring into her eyes. “You know, as a vampire I’m still a virgin. My Master used to mock me, dare me to take a woman while I fed on her; he said it was the greatest pleasure in heaven or hell. I don’t believe he was lying.”
Eliza tried to understand what Anders had just said to her, but she was distracted by the sensations of him removing her clothes. As he worked he spoke, gently, as if instructing a child. “Already I feel you inside me, growing stronger and stronger inside me. But I want to be inside you as well.” Eliza nodded agreement to this, feeling eagerness cut through her haze a little. She lay naked on the bed then, and the odd thought came to her that she ought to feel cold. But warmth radiated from Anders and the sensation was like standing bare skinned before a glowing fire.
Anders unbuttoned and removed his shirt, stripped off the T-shirt underneath. Hairs like fine gold wire gilded his arms and his flat belly beneath his navel. Eliza had never seen a man so beautiful. The proportions of him, the shape of muscle and bone and the precise laying of flesh over them, all seemed so perfect as to have been contrived by some brilliant artist. He removed his jeans and briefs together, turned to set aside the clothes on a side chair, revealing both his erection in profile and the flawless orbs of his ivory buttocks. Desire brought new strength to Eliza, and when Anders turned back to lay down with her, she reached for him with both arms.
The softness of his hair had only been a foretaste.