Sexcapades In Shreveport

I do not hold copyright over any of the characters in this story. They came from the mind of Charlaine Harris and can be seen on HBO in Trueblood. This follows the novels more so than the show, although it should still be entertaining for those completely unfamiliar with the Sookie Stackhouse books. This is my first story, so I would really appreciate feedback. Enjoy!

Eric had summoned me to Fangtasia. This wasn't the first time I'd been ordered to go to the vampire bar down in Shreveport, nor would it be the last, but I always felt like a school girl in trouble when I was officially summoned. Especially in light of what had happened between Eric and me last year. While Eric was under the spell of a witch, he had lost all memory of who he was, and I protected him for a few days. There had always been sexual tension between Eric and me when he was his normal powerful self, but for some reason I found his naïve counterpart irresistible. I yielded to my carnal desire of him, and now I couldn't get in the shower or look at my kitchen table without turning into a giggling horny mess.

Just knowing I would be in the same room with him still sent shivers down my spine, and to other places a polite lady doesn't mention in public. When I walked in the bar, I saw him slowly casting his eyes over the pathetic excuses of existence he had for patrons. When he finally caught sight of me in the crowd wearing my work uniform of black shorts and scooped neck Merlotte's shirt, the corners of his mouth twitched up in a smirk. He beckoned me over with his finger. His eyes lingered upon me, rendering me even more flustered, but I slowly wormed my way through the vampires, fangbangers (vampire groupies), and tourists over to his makeshift throne.

Forgetting his manners, if he ever had any to begin with, he sniffed the air, and the smirk turned into an outright grin of delight. "Why Sookie," he said huskily, "you smell all excited!" Apparently, I left my manners back in Bon Temps, because without a word I turned and fled to the bathroom, my blush deepening the whole way. I pushed open the door, and faster than the blink of an eye, Eric had sped into the bathroom, locked the door behind him, and was ripping off his shirt while simultaneously blocking my way into the stall. I was more than slightly flustered at the rapid progression of events and tried to figure out what to do in this situation. On one hand, things had been very awkward with Eric since his return to normalcy. On the other, staring at his magnificent bare chest and remembering those fleeting days with innocent Eric in my home, my brain seemed to be taking a backseat to my hormones. Perhaps it was even all the way back in Bon Temps with my manners.

He leered at me as though I was a delicious piece of meat, licked his lips to show off the arousal from multiple parts of his body, and that was it. I pounced on him like a lion attacking a gazelle. He staggered backwards out of sheer surprise at my launch onto him, but his arms had no trouble holding me up. I locked my feet together behind his back and kissed him as though my life depended on it. Our tongues caressed while my hands roamed his broad shoulders.

His hands were keeping busy as well, with the left one supporting my ass and the right making its way up the back of my shirt. Centuries of experience with far more complicated female undergarments led to the swift undoing of my bra. Our lips halted their assault only long enough to remove the clothes covering the upper half of my body. With renewed gusto, our lips reconnected as my breasts smashed against his chest. I ran my right hand through his snow blonde hair as he slipped his hand under my shorts.

The anticipation was building to unbearable extremes when someone pounded on the door. I was so in the moment I had completely forgotten we were in the bathroom. I looked into his steely blue eyes as I gave him one last kiss before attempting to disentangle myself from his gorgeous body. He had other ideas. He gathered our shredded and discarded clothes and pulled me even closer than I thought was possible. In a flash, we were out of the bathroom and into his office, which conveniently had a big leather couch.

For the second time that night, he locked the door to allow us some privacy. He slowly lowered me onto the couch and began tracing the contours of my body with his tongue, starting at the top and working his way down. His lips paused on my left ear lobe, and he slowly nibbled his way to my collarbone. There, he sank his fangs in and drank from my body, causing little waves of pleasure to ripple though my entirety. After a final lick on my neck, he made a slight detour to my mouth before continuing his trail southward. While his lips settled on my left breast, his free hand was circling my other nipple with icy fingers, heightening its peak. He made sure to pay equal attention to both breasts before deciding his hands had more important things to do, such as removing the remainder of my clothes.

As I lay there naked on the couch, he resumed his quest of kissing his way to my core, but this time he started at the inside of my leg. Even I could feel the blood pumping through my body, so it came as no surprise when Eric flicked his tongue over my pulsating thigh. Again, he sank in his fangs, and this time a scream mingled with hints of a moan erupted from my mouth. I felt I would die if my sexual frustration wasn't quenched soon. As if he could hear my thoughts, his mouth left my thigh and settled into the valley between my legs.

The first lick was surprisingly warm considering it came from a vampire's tongue. My blood was still fresh on it as other fluids began to flow freely from my body. Like a hungry kitten in front of a bowl of cream, he lapped at everything in sight. All that had been building up from the passionate make-out session and the two bites of the evening erupted within me. Coming down from my orgasm, I looked between my legs at those two blue eyes staring back at me. He eventually stopped licking and went back to making little pecks along my inner thighs as my spasms slowly abated.

He finally ceased teasing my body and sat up on the couch. When I had made a complete recovery, I couldn't help but notice my Viking's growing excitement. I felt I should show him my appreciation, so I moved to straddle his lap and gave him a deep kiss. I could still taste myself on his tongue, but I was too caught up in the moment to care. I whispered in his ear that he should slide out of his pants and lay down on the couch. He promptly complied, and I took my place sitting across his stomach, just above the specific focus of many of my fantasies.

I took a similar approach to Eric's tactics and started kissing my way down his body. While he started at my ears, I knew that Eric's hot spot was the eyes. I lightly kissed each eyelid, rested my lips upon his for a moment, and then continued my way toward his throbbing manhood. I scooted my way down his body until I was opposite the object of my desire. I never thought I would care about the size of male reproductive organs, but Eric was so big it both delighted and terrified me at the same time. To give it an adequate comparison, it was reminiscent of a long neck beer bottle in length and the width of my wrist.

I kissed my way up the impressive shaft. As soon as I reached the tip, I engulfed as much of it as I could in a first attempt. From the sounds his throat was emitting, and the fact that his body was already starting to quiver, I gathered he was happy with my efforts. I kept working on the raging member, sometimes moving in quick shallow spurts before taking it long and deep into my mouth while working my tongue completely around it.

I could tell he was about to boil over, but before I could send him completely over the edge, he pushed my shoulders back, removing his cock from my mouth. Before I could utter a word of protest, he had pushed me flat on my back on the couch with my calves resting on his strong shoulders and had situated himself at my entrance. I hardly had time to register the change in positions before the initial thrust. Even though I knew Eric would be craving to see the look in my eyes, it was a gut reaction to shut them, throw my head back, and moan loudly. As soon as I regained a bit of my composure, I opened my eyes. Just as I had expected, he was waiting to look into them before continuing his domination of my body.

I put my hands on his perfect ass to pull him deeper into me. He slowly pulled his full length out before settling himself into a rhythm that escalated over time. He was hitting places so deep in me that I was amazed I didn't have severe internal bleeding the next day. Though I could feel my legs cramping up on me, I was far more concerned with making little adjustments to heighten our mutual enjoyment. Even he, who was always so intent on looking into my eyes, could not resist the urge to throw his head back in an almost animalistic growl.

By this point, he was moving at such an impossibly fast pace that my mind couldn't focus on anything aside from him thrusting in and out of me.

Finally, my body reached the point that nothing could stop my release. I let out everything I had been holding back. He looked down at me to ensure he hadn't inflicted any permanent damage, and seeing my throbbing neck finally sent him over the edge. I felt the pulsing inside me as his liquids mixed with mine.

My heart beat started to slow, and we went back to simply exploring each other's mouths with our tongues. After a minute, I pulled away, remembering that this had not been intended as a pleasure visit.

"You summoned me," I said, still slightly breathless.

"Yes," he responded and went back to nibbling on my ear, "but now I can't seem to remember why. Oh well." He pulled away and gave me his usual smirk. I just rolled my eyes and sighed.