Chapter 33 #2
“Grimaalds, yes. The magick turned them into harmless toads in our dimension. And now they’ve been exterminated.”
“Poor crows, they’ll get terrible indigestion.”
Oliver shook his head, smiling. “The runes summoned them. The crows are dark magick scouts, their job is to clean up evil forces that spread into the countryside. They will survive admirably, I’m sure, with nice full bellies.”
Clare shook her head. There was so much to this magick that none of them would ever understand. “And Matteus, and all the Kominsky vampires, were they banished to hell, also?”
“Matteus’s dark ego got exterminated but he didn’t descend into the hell realms. His powers have been stripped, he can no longer make himself invisible, or cause damage in our world.
The same goes for the rest of his clan. Without the demons, they are just bog-standard vamps.
They’re scattered around the place, probably hiding out in safehouses like Vlad’s.
But we’ll find them and bring them to trial. ”
“And Matteus? Have you any idea where he is now?”
“Under lock and key in Motham jail as we speak.” Oliver smirked. “He was found lurking around in the Wastelands, raiding bins for carcasses.”
She cocked her head. “So now what?”
“He’ll likely be put on house arrest with Dorothea. That will make her very happy, having her boy home. And he will be unfanged after his trial.”
“And the humans?”
“We have a confession from a very disgruntled and disillusioned Emmaline, and we’re following up. She was in thrall to Matteus, and so, apparently, was Quentin Jordak who ran Tween Clinic.”
“Oh my, what a humiliation for the Jordak family.”
“We are working at bringing him to justice, despite their best efforts to resist,” Oliver said grimly.
They sat holding hands, digesting all this. “So, we did it,” Clare said.
“Yes. We did.”
He kissed her, which took quite a lot of their attention for several minutes.
Finally, when they drew apart Clare added, “On a more personal note, erm, what happens, now I’m turned?”
“I guess we’re going to have to work that out as we go, my beloved.
Waldo says there’s no record of a necromancer and a vampire ever partnering.
So we could be in for an interesting time.
” He toyed with her fingers, smiling. “You, my darling, are going to have to teach me about being in a relationship. I will probably make a few mistakes… “
Clare smirked. “Honey, I am no expert. We’ll figure it out as we go… I guess we have plenty of time. But it would be kind of nice to know what physical changes I can expect, you know, now I’m actually a vampire?”
He grinned. “One thing I know, your eyes will spark red when you are aroused.”
“Really? Maybe we should test that out.”
She pulled him down into a passionate kiss.
When she finally came up for air, Clare popped her eyes at him. “How are they looking?”
Oliver gazed deep. “Ah yes, I think that kiss might have done the trick.”
With a giggle, she ran her lips along his neck. “Mmmm, you smell, delicious.” She started to nibble then pulled back, her canines tingling.
“Oliver, are my…” She pulled her lips away from her front teeth and he reached out a finger and touched them. “Very pretty fangs,” he murmured.
An answering tingle was already very evident between her legs.
“I want to taste you,” she husked softly.
“You need to rest, you have been through a lot,” he protested, but there was answering burgundy red in his dark gaze.
“I’m not tired. In fact, I feel wonderful. I think it’s time to baptize our love, as vampires.” And with that, fangs now fully extended, Clare pulled him down beside her.
Oliver needed no further persuasion.
Her lithe body was stronger, more powerful than it had been in human form. In seconds, she had whipped off his shirt. His pants went next.
She pushed Oliver down onto the bed, both of them laughing as she straddled him and tugged her nightdress over her head.
Gods, she was perfection.
His hands cupped her beautiful breasts and already his cock was hard, jutting close to her pussy, the musky scent of her arousal spiking his own.
She moved on him, rubbing her seam against his hard cock.
When she bent her head, her golden waves brushed his face, and then oh gods, the plunge of her teeth into his vein nearly made him come on the spot.
With each drag of her sucking his blood, Oliver thrust into her deeper.
Somehow, he managed to hold onto his control as she drank her fill, barely daring to move in her, but she took her pleasure riding him until he felt her quiver around him, her lips still fastened onto his vein as her muffled ecstatic moans proclaimed her release.
He stayed buried deep inside her sweet cunt until her orgasm was spent, determined to hold out on her a while longer to prolong their mutual pleasure. He broke contact for a moment and she whined at the loss of him.
But only for a moment.
With a growl, he flipped her onto her stomach and lifted her hips up to meet his shaft. “Good girl. Good girl. You like that.” He pushed her legs wide and with one hand on her ass cheek, he pulled her hair away from her face with the other, exposing her lovely neck. “You want me to bite you?”
“Yes, yes bite me hard. Suck me,” she keened.
His cock bobbed, glistening, her juices mingling with his pre cum on her backside.
He was so damn close, and he was going to claim her now as she had claimed him.
He tugged back her head and whispered in her ear as his fangs descended. “Ready to take me to the hilt, my little vampire witch?”
“Yeeessss, oh, please Oliver,” she moaned, and as he thrust into her, she took every inch of his cock, his frenulum pulsing inside her, making her internal muscles tighten around him until he could no longer stop the tide.
With a shout, he plunged his teeth into her neck, and she cried out. Her blood sweet and somehow fuller bodied, richer and more delicious than ever before.
This, he realized, was what they both needed.
To feed off each other, to replenish as they pleasured one another.
As he pounded deeper into her, seeing his cock surge in between her butt cheeks, he held her wide and added a finger to her little hole, teasing it.
“More, Oliver more.”
And now, finally, he allowed himself to claim her completely, no guilt, no holding back. He plunged into her as he sucked her blood, mouth and cock pulsing to the same rhythm as his orgasm broke.
Hips canting wildly, he growled long and deep and came so hard he was sure he would disintegrate. And Clare was there with him, crying out her release.
Together they fell in a heap on the bed, blood dripping from their fangs, mingling with the juices of their lovemaking, wild and raw and beautiful.
As they lay together panting, Oliver realized that making love to Clare in her vampiric form was the most cathartic thing he had ever experienced.
There was no pain as he thought of his loved ones, no pain even in the memory of Effie. No shame. The past was laid to rest.
The present was perfect.
The future full of possibilities.
As he gathered his beloved to his chest, Oliver knew that he was whole again.