Dear reader, please be aware that the sex some are seeking is near the end of the story. The first part is fluff.
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Valerie was a soldier. Not a soldier in any traditional military, but a soldier of her coven. She was one of the best soldiers in the coven because of her focus. She believed in their cause passionately for a variety of reasons. The two sides in the conflict had not always been enemies. Since the beginning of time, they'd been walking through the world with the only conflict being when town's people got wind of their activities which led to violent outcomes. Eventually these conflicts ran their course and the incident was forgotten or chalked up to superstition. Mankind wasn't ready to believe that vampires walked among them.
Vampires are not really ghouls in capes who crept around Transylvania waiting to bite the unwary maiden or Tom Cruise. True, they do not experience death the way normal people perceive it and yes, they are sustained by blood. Some of their abilities are reflected by the stories and many are not. Vampires have societies just as those who walk in the sun. At a certain point, two schools of thought emerged and drove their kind. The darker first was to nurture chaos to reign in the non vampire societies so they could feed at will with little concern over a collective human effort to combat them. These aggressive hateful vampires didn't recall what it was like before they became creatures of the night. They no longer felt any kinship to 'normal' people and looked on them only as a food source. They paid no heed to suffering or actually enjoyed it. They were of the Progressive party. Their opponents were the Traditionalists. The Traditionalists felt that they should co-exist with the human race, that it was most of their origins. They felt that humankind being peaceful and prosperous would benefit everyone involved. Valerie was a Traditionalist soldier and was very good at it. Her life had become fighting the Progressives.
Valerie lived a chaste existence by choice. She wasn't ugly by any stretch of the imagination, but she made no effort to be found attractive by men or women. She stood 5'5 and was an athletically built; she was built like a tennis player. Few tennis players however could handle firearms or blades as well as she. Valerie rarely took a lover because she was so focused on her missions and most other vampires of both sexes preferred more voluptuous curvy women. Her short dark blonde hair was safe in combat, but did not seem sexy to many of her peers. She had smallish to medium breasts and a sculpted muscular bottom. She did not have back as the song went. She could have any number of humans she wanted due to her vampiric ability to mesmerize prey. She could work the magic with her gaze and have a submissive participant at whatever she chose to do and the victim would wake up with little impact other than the feeling of a hard workout and a few pleasant erotic dreams. She hadn't done this much lately because there was an overpowering urge to bite lovers during sex. What orgasm can match one that is coupled with the electric thrill of holding your partner's life between your teeth? Traditionalists frown on turning humans against their will or the other extreme of draining the life from them without making them a vampire. The headache of finding a suitable partner led her to going a very long time in between lovers which often left her to her own devices.
Both sides in the war between the opposing vampire parties used humans in a variety of ways. In the 21st century, many genetic alterations and mutations due to years of mankind's effect on the planet had led to difficulty turning humans. Many humans died from the effects of a vampire's bite these days. This led to the need for human assistance on both sides. Some did so willingly, some were duped into helping one side or another. The more effective human soldiers knew what was happening however. That's where Brett came in.
Brett had been in the military in the United States before he became employed by the Traditionalist vampires. He was very clear about the identity of his employer. Unlike many of his peers, he claimed not to be in it for the money. The Progressive vampires used duped Muslim terrorists to assist their side. The chaos created by global terrorism suited them quite nicely. Similarly, the fundamentalist Muslim society advocated by the various terrorist cells would allow little use of technology by humans which would only help the Progressives. Having fought for the U.S., Brett had a rare determination to exterminate terrorists that culminated in him not batting an eye at doing battle with the Progressive vampires who supported them. He was a Christian himself although he never spoke of it. She'd heard him mutter a prayer before some of the harder battles and knew he carried a small cross in his gear. Some humans that fought on both sides asked to be turned due to some of the real or imagined advantages of being undead. Brett refused due to his faith. He saw siding with the Traditionalists as the lesser of two evils. Those looking ahead in the Traditionalist chain of command knew that Brett would be their enemy once the issue with the Progressives was solved, if it ever was. His faith was quiet, but strong and vampires of any sort didn't fit into it. For now however, he'd been a loyal soldier working tirelessly on their side. Even though he felt the vampires were against his faith, the Traditionalists were comrades in arms and he was friendly to them and didn't hesitate to put his life on the line for any of them in battle. During one particular instance of that was when she realized he wasn't a mercenary.
They'd be on a raid on one of the Progressive compounds to destroy an experimental weapons laboratory. As Progressive react forces arrived faster than anticipated, the fight was going badly as they withdrew. Valerie had been badly hit during the running retreat to the extraction point. Her own team had quite rightly abandoned her, many vampires tending to be awfully practical creatures. Her magical powers of rejuvenation would eventually heal her, but not fast enough to not be overcome by the enemy. Capture meant death at best. Luckily for her personally, Brett's past military experience meant no one was ever left behind. He'd run through withering fire to grab her, pick her up, and try to save them both. He'd missed extraction himself to try to save her. No man in her life had ever gone out of his way for her and this man just about gave his life for someone he knew only professionally. She was hit so badly that her healing would take hours and she was incapacitated. Valerie faded in and out of consciousness as he ran with her on his shoulder through the nighttime forest. She felt so cold due to the winter air and the shock that was overcoming her. The only warmth was the contact with Brett's body. Splashing through a stream to throw off any dogs was making them both dangerously cold and added to the numbing shock that was overcoming her. With sun-up and hypothermia approaching, he knew they had to find shelter quickly. Eventually, he found a deep system of caves that were common in that part of Europe. Brett carried her deeply into the mountain and placed her on a cushion of pine needles he'd gathered as they both trembled. After setting the directional mine at the entrance to greet unwanted guests, he rejoined her.
Valerie knew she was about to die a permanent death. She was so badly wounded that regeneration was barely progressing and this was greatly hindered by being wet and cold. She could see that his camouflage blouse sleeve was also soaked and bloody. Between the wounds and the elements she figured this was it. She watched his pained movements as he unpacked his assault pack. His short military style brown hair was soaked with sweat from the exertion of carrying her so far. Brett was not the huge weight lifter type, but the lean muscular triathalon type, so carrying her so far had been a feat. She was puzzled as he began taking off his entire uniform. She intently watched him as he stripped. She tried to pull away as he began untying her boots.
"If we don't get dry, we're going to die Valerie," he said as he moved closer. She understood. He was still trying to keep them alive. She laid there shivering in the dark as he gently undid her pants and pulled them off of her. She looked away from his eyes as he eased her plain panties down exposing the shaven mound of her sex. Finally, he gently pulled her cammo blouse off being careful not to reopen her wounds. Laying there naked, she felt feelings that she hadn't felt since before she'd been turned into a vampire. She felt like a helpless woman being cared for by her man. When she wasn't hurt, she had the strength to manhandle him since she was a vampire. Now, she was naked and helpless as he cared for her. Her respect for him grew as he took no liberties with touching her. He pulled out a towel and asked her if she was strong enough to dry herself. She weakly nodded her head to the negative. Her eyes were barely open. Brett began to briskly rub the dampness from her nude body, first her front, then rolling on her side to dry her back. He pulled a light survival blanket out of his pack and wrapped her in it. She felt somewhat warmer, now that she was dry and wrapped in the blanket. She drifted unconscious as he dried himself, then he gently woke her.
"Open your mouth Valerie" he said.