Once Bitten 3

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A loud crack of thunder awoke me. I sat up slowly, feeling groggy and slow. Blinking a few times I turned my head slowly and took in my surroundings. I was laying in an enormous canopy bed. Across from the foot of the bed a fire was dying in a large stone fireplace. The room was very bare and plain, non-descript cream-colored wallpaper on the walls, a somewhat worn burgundy carpet on the floor. In the light from the fireplace the carpet almost looked like blood pooled across the floor. There were no signs of anything modern in the room, no lights or signs of electricity. I didn't sense the shadow standing in the corner near the head of the bed until I turned to rise, and then I saw him.

At first I wasn't even sure what I was looking at. I saw a shape, a form, and then all of a sudden realized it was a human, and as the light from the fire shifted his face took on the characteristics of a man. Before I could even open my mouth to speak he had stepped forward and pushed me back onto the bed, straddling me and pinning me in one swift movement. I was so startled I didn't even attempt to resist, I just fell back against the bed and stared up at him, speechless. Looking up into his eyes I was mesmerized. He seemed familiar, but at the same time he seemed a stranger. Who was this man?

In an awkward attempt to ask him his name I stammered, but he quickly placed a finger against my lips, silencing me. He spoke softly, in a deep measured voice. He said he had been watching me, waiting for me. Bringing his face close to mine, so close his lips were nearly brushing my lips, he whispered that I was his life, his soul-mate, destined to be his. A million thoughts rushed through my mind, but not a word escaped my lips. It was if he had me entranced.

A moment of silence hung between us, his breath slow and even, mine fast and a bit harsh. A sudden flash of lightning and crash of thunder startled me. Despite his weight on top of me I lurched against him, a reflex from the noise. In an instant his lips met mine and he pushed me down into the softness of the bed. Feeling no desire to resist him, this total stranger who seemed not quite a stranger, I relaxed beneath him, and began to return his kiss. His hand slipped behind my neck and he cradled me closer to him. I couldn't help but notice how cold his fingers were, they felt like ice. But his lips...his lips were so warm.

His kisses became more passionate, and before I realized what was happening I felt his free hand gliding easily through the buttons down the front of my gown. He drew back and slowly pulled my gown down past my shoulders, exposing my breasts. My nipples instantly hardened from the coolness of the room and I shuddered with a chill, or was it with pleasure? I could see the look of approval on his face and for some strange reason it made me glad. Was I so eager to please him, a stranger?

His lips returned to nuzzle mine, then he worked his way across my cheek and down to my neck where he nibbled contentedly for a moment. I let my eyes close and drifted, imagining this was all an incredible dream. His fingers found my nipples and pinched, gently at first, then a bit more insistent, tugging and pulling at them, then kneading my breasts. His lips wandered from my neck over my shoulder and then down to my breast. He glanced up at me for a moment, his eyes hard to read. They seemed full of so many things. Lust. Power. Knowledge. Wisdom. His eyes looked so much older than the rest of him. He licked his lips with a somewhat sly smile and for a second I thought I saw something red near the corner of his mouth, something that could almost look like blood, but then with a flick of his tongue I realized there was nothing there, it must have been my imagination.

He lowered his head to my breast and nuzzled my nipple gently, licking and teasing with his tongue, eliciting a soft moan from me. It seemed that he took this sound from me as permission to go further, he quickly latched his mouth onto my breast and started suckling like a newborn, and his attention moved to his hand which had drawn up between my legs and was now caressing the neatly trimmed cleft of my woman-hood. My eyes fluttered open as his fingers stroked and pressed, rubbed and teased. Within seconds my hips were lifting and my legs spreading, welcoming his attention with eager abandon. In the back of my mind I was berating myself, thinking that this stranger was going to think I was a wanton slut, a brazen hussy who had no shame in giving herself willingly to any man who finds her in bed.

With my hardly being aware of it he slid lower, his tongue leaving a trail of warm wetness across my stomach, and then down my thigh. While I was expecting it the sudden heat of this mouth between my legs was overwhelming, and a sigh escaped my lips. I could feel the heat building between my legs, the need was rising, churning. It had been so long, too long. There was an ache that needed to be soothed, and I wasn't about to put a stop to this. His tongue flicked against my clit and I groaned, relishing that soft touch. He continued his attention, his tongue bringing me closer and closer to the edge. I was writhing with pleasure, completely oblivious to what was around me. I needed this so badly, my body ached with need. I could feel the moisture begin to drip down my legs, that sensation building.

Before I realized what was happening he pulled away. My eyes flew open, and before I could begin to ask what was wrong, or rather, beg him not to stop, my gaze fell on him kneeling between my legs. Sometime during his focus on pleasuring me he had undressed himself, and his cock now hung huge and hard between his legs. It was clear his need was as great as mine, and pleasuring me was not his only intention. I couldn't help but stare in awe and admiration. I could sense that he was rather proud of his manhood, and rightfully so-he was by no means small.

I reached a hand forward, not sure what I intended to do. He let me touch him, let my hand rest on that wonderful hardness for a moment. I don't think I'd ever felt anything like it, he was as hard as stone, and hot, it almost felt like he had a fever, only it wasn't his entire body that was hot, just his cock. He firmly grabbed my wrist, pulled me up and then turned me over onto my hands and knees. I was unsure for a moment what his intention was, then I felt his legs pressing against mine, nudging my knees apart. I didn't think twice about spreading my legs wide, leaning forward to grasp the pillow beneath me, and offering myself to him.

His cock pressed slowly, gently yet firmly, spreading me open. I was grateful that he had ensured my wetness, making sure this moment was pleasurable. Placing a hand on my hip he pressed forward, then taking me by surprise he lunged, forcing himself all the way in. I couldn't help but gasp, the hard heat of his cock suddenly splitting me in two took my breath away. He held there for a moment, as if giving me a chance to adjust to his size. He slid his hands up my back towards my shoulders and pushed me down, and thus pushing my backside up in the air for him. He grasped my hips and began to thrust, pulling out almost completely and then pushing back in quickly.

I bit my lip in ecstasy as he filled me. I needed this so badly. He began to pick up the pace, moving faster within me. With a moan I let myself go and gave myself over to him. The pleasure built quickly and overwhelmed me. I think he sensed my orgasm, for he began what I can't help but think of as an animalistic fucking, slamming his cock harder and deeper. Gasping for breath I cried out beneath him, bucking wildly and clenching his cock within me as I came. Wave after wave of pleasure flooded my senses, I didn't think it was going to end.

He slowed for a moment but did not stop, it seemed like I could feel his cock becoming even harder and hotter. He reached forward and grasped my hair and gently pulled me back towards him. Reaching around he grasped my breasts in his hands and began his frantic fucking again. I felt his lips nuzzling my neck and my earlobe, and then felt him nibbling and biting on my neck. He loudly groaned the words 'my love' against my neck and then I felt his body tense. I shivered when I felt his cock explode deep within me, flooding my womb with his seed. He continued to thrust frantically for several moments, still hard and virile. I felt nearly full to bursting with what seemed like an impossible amount of semen, I could feel it running down my thighs and wetting the blanket beneath me. For a second I was pleased with the thought that I had brought this man to such an intense orgasm that he had cum probably harder than he ever had in his life.

Slowly he released his grasp on me and lowered me to the bed, collapsing next to me. He brought his hand up and brushed my hair out of my face, his fingertips tracing the outline of my cheek, nose, lips and chin. 'My love,' he whispered. My eyes felt heavy and my mind reeled with so many thoughts and questions, yet my body was too exhausted to make my lips move. I felt myself drifting off to sleep despite my determination to stay awake, to get to know this man, this stranger who seemed to know my needs so well. Perhaps I was already asleep and dreaming, but I could have sworn I heard him say as I felt his hand slide across my belly that at last his seed had been planted. I had been the one, the one he was waiting centuries for. He would no longer be alone.