Chapter 11 – Valtu #2
I brought her down to the rugs, pushing the glass to the side, and tried feverishly to undo her dress.
There were so many hooks and buttons I didn’t think I could get through at all.
I ended up tearing at her clothes, I think I may have told her I’d buy her new ones.
She protested at first, the thought of her dress being ruined, but I ripped the bodice open and her breasts bobbed free.
The sight of her creamy pale skin, her heavy tits, those nipples hardening in the air, I felt like I was going to come right there and then.
Kissing her again, I cupped one of those perfectly full breasts in my hand, squeezing it and teasing the nipple with my thumb. She moaned, her back arching as I stroked her, licking the other rosy tip while she writhed beneath me.
“Oh God,” she hissed through gritted teeth. “Oh Valtu. Please don’t stop.”
But I had to take my time.
Grinning, I ran my tongue over her nipple, teasing it with just the tip of my tongue, tasting her skin and hearing her moan in pleasure.
My hands moved down to her hips, pulling up the layers and bustle of her skirt, my fingers curling over the waistband of her drawers ready to yank them down until I discovered hers had an open crotch.
I loved how convenient that style was back in the day.
“Be gentle,” she whispered to me.
I could only smile wickedly. I would be gentle at first, and then she was going to want it wild. I knew my love. I knew what she liked, even if she didn’t know it yet.
I put my hands between her thighs until her legs were spread wide apart, begging for me to taste every inch of her. I felt my fangs threatening to come out, but I used the tip of my tongue to push them back in. I was going to feed in a different way.
I lowered my face into that delicious cunt, the smell and taste of her bringing me back in time. Mina. My Mina.
She cried out in a loud gasp that nearly made the chandelier shake and I licked along it slowly at first and then faster, harder, until she was bucking against my mouth so hard I thought she would choke me with those soft thighs of hers.
Then I plunged two fingers deep into her wetness and drove them in and out rapidly, prepping her.
“Oh God,” she said through a sharp gasp, her hands clutched at my hair as I sucked and licked at her clit, my tongue devouring it and sending tingles of electricity through her body.
She was a goddess. A goddess sent through time for me. She was my destiny.
“I like this,” she whispered, her words ragged, and she grabbed my hair, pushed my head harder into her cunt.
“I like you down there,” she went on, gasping for air as she bucked against my face.
She was so new to this, so innocent, I loved how she didn’t know she could have this pleasure from a man. Or from a vampire, as it was.
What she did know is that she wanted it, wanted me, and she was ready for it.
“Oh Valtu!” she cried out, and I felt her grow tighter and wetter around my fingers, getting close.
I gladly continued to eat her out, inhaling her scent deeper into my body and when she came, her cum on my tongue, I felt the satisfaction of lifetimes of waiting. Of dreaming. Of wishing.
I moved up along her body to stare at her.
She was trembling, her beautiful hair all over the place, her cheeks flushed but she was smiling, beaming up at me.
“I want you,” she said, breathing hard. “I want to be with you. Fully.”
“I know,” I said. “I want you too. More than you can imagine.”
I have waited centuries for you.
“Now,” she begged as she reached out, her fingertips grazing over my face, my lips. “Now, please. I ache for you so much. I didn’t know it could be like this.”
I understood her completely.
But she didn’t understand all I wanted.
“Get on all fours,” I told her. “Your ass toward me like a bitch in heat.”
Her eyes went wide, mouth as round as the moon.
I gave her the softest, most non-threatening smile I could muster. “I’m well endowed. You’re tight as a fist. This is going to hurt you, do you understand? It’s going to hurt, you’re probably going to bleed…”
I trailed off because the idea of her bleeding fresh blood made me even harder than I was before. I would need to hold that part of me off.
I cleared my throat. “You might bleed. There’s nothing we can do about it, except to turn that pain into pleasure. Let me show you how.”
I gestured with my hand for her to turn around. “Turn around and get on your knees or I’ll pick you up and do it for you.”
She blinked at me, fearful and curious at once, the same combination that Mina was. I knew how to handle her.
Lucy did as she was told. I pushed up the bustle and layers of her dress, then yanked her bloomers down to her knees, leaving her perfect ass bare. It looked like a creamy peach and I was just dying to take a bite.
Instead I got up and went over to the violin, picking up the bow from the stand.
“What are you doing?” she asked, staring at me in confusion over her shoulder.
“This,” I said, brandishing the violin bow between my hands, showing her. Then, with a grin, I brought the violin bow down hard against her ass. She shrieked with surprise, jerking violently.
“Valtu!” she managed to say.
“Feel the pain,” I told her. “Feel it. Know that you control it.”
I did it again, whipping her. She cried out again, her white skin turning pink.
“Don’t let it control you,” I told her. “Don’t run from it.”
I spanked her again, then after I ran my tongue over her raw pink flesh that the bow left behind, my fingers going over her clit. The moan of relief from her was so deep I could feel it rattling in my bones.
“Do you see now, my love? The pleasure and the pain? How we need one to make the other one sweeter?”
She made a breathless noise that sounded like a yes.
So I spanked her over and over again with the wooden implement, breaking the strings, hearing it smack loudly against her soft skin and she cried out every time, her voice getting lower, driven by desire.
The sound of the bow slapping against her flesh echoed throughout the room, sending waves of pleasure straight to my cock.
She writhed in ecstasy as I continued to spank her, taking time to impart pleasure, to make her close to coming. All the while my throbbing cock strained against my trousers. Finally I could take it no more; I needed to feel her tight and wet and wrapped around my aching shaft.
I tore at my clothing, shoving my trousers and drawers down my hips. My cock sprang free, hard and pulsing. Lucy stared at it over her shoulder, her eyes wide, biting her lip.
“This is going to hurt,” I warned her again as I positioned myself behind her. “But I promise you, the pleasure will be worth it.”
She nodded, her face tight with anticipation.
Slowly, inch by inch, I pushed inside her.
It was even tighter than I thought it would be and she cried out as I forced my way in further.
The squeeze was sharp but quickly turned to pleasure as I began thrusting in and out of her tight heat, my eyes already rolling in the back of my head as my fingers gripped her hips.
“Oh, Lucy,” I whispered, staring down at her ass as I fucked her. “You feel so good. So good.”
Her breathing was fast and hard, her head fallen forward, clutching the bunched-up rug beneath her.
I grabbed a handful of her hair and used it to pull her head back, making her look at me over her shoulder as I fucked her.
I know this was all so rough for her first time, but she was giving herself to it, like on some innate level she remembered what it was like to be fucked by me before.
I stared into her eyes, my hand going down to rub her sweet clit as I fucked her, wanting all the pain to slip away, for her to see the fucking stars.
The sight of her in front of me, staring at me with heavy-lidded desire, my cock inside her, fucking her hard, was enough to drive me out of my mind.
I felt my balls tightening, but I held off, wanting this to last.
“I could come right now, Lucy dove,” I told her. “But you’re going to come first.”
She nodded and I rubbed her clit harder as I drove my cock in and out of her, feeling her tighten against me, feeling her cunt squeeze my shaft even tighter.
“I’m going to…I’m…” she cried out, her breath catching in her throat, her body breaking out in a sweat and the wetness dripping out of her, the scent of her filling the room.
With a loud cry she came, her body writhing against me, my cock deep inside her, spasming and clenching. I fucked her hard enough to give her rugburn, driving in and out, in and out of her tight pink cunt.
“Yes, my dove. Yes, that’s it. Come for me.”
She collapsed against the rug, tears and sweat beading her face as she panted for air.
And I came. I came hard, my cock pulsing through her, my entire body shaking with the strength of the orgasm. I fucked her through it and when I was empty and exhausted, I leaned on top of her, completely spent.
Lucy wept quietly then, her face against the rug, her skin damp with sweat. I pulled out, trying not to look at the sight of her blood mixed with my cum, and lay there next to her, not sure what to say. I was so happy, all I wanted was for her to be happy too.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered to her. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
She turned to me and smiled, her eyes brimming with tears. A few escaped, running down her face.
“I’m not sorry. I’m not sorry at all,” she said, smiling through it. “I’m just so overwhelmed. I never knew…I never knew it could be like that.”
I kissed her then, the taste of her salty tears on her lips.
“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever experienced,” I murmured against her lips. “And I’m never letting you go. Not in this lifetime, not in the next.”
And that was the beginning of our union together.
The next day I asked for her hand in marriage.
She accepted.
We were both so fucking happy.
But trouble was just around the corner. Life would never let us be happy for long.
Looking back, I should have told her then what I really was.
That I was a vampire. I should have spent my remaining years with her living in the honest truth.
At the very least I should have told her who we were to each other, helped her uncover her memories of her past life as Mina.
When I would finally do so, it would be too late.