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The rain was endless and as each droplet hit the window pane I felt its eternity. I have found myself staring blankly into its depth more often then not now-a-days. The nights were many and rained filled nights seemed to be the worse. Rainy nights often reminded me when I first discovered Him, the night filled with passion and His kiss. I have never regretted that night but that was the only rainy night that brought me such great pleasure.
He was here, He was always here and as endless as the night was, I could find my pleasure with Him. Love making was always passionate, arousing and... the same. I suppose I should be grateful, He gave me eternity of beauty and youth with just bite of His kiss. My senses from that kiss had become more intense, which made love making even more erotic. I saw imagines I could never see before, feel sensations that couldn't be felt and hear words that were never meant to be heard. I enjoyed these new abilities and it seemed like years before I had complete control over their effect upon me. Yet, with the mere thought of His touch, His kiss I felt the stirring of that fire, like I had the first night we had met.
As if He could sense my thoughts His strong hands glided down my arms tenderly, two lovers about to emerge into ecstasy beyond human fantasy. He had not been there before; I was alone lost in my thoughts, becoming excited at my own memories. His face came close to mine and as I could feel His body press against me, I closed my eyes completely surrendering to Him. I never fought against the urge to be taken by Him; it was too extreme to not want to explore it willingly.
"You have yet to leave our home, my dark bride." His said, voice rich and thick with accent.
"Mmmm... my love is here." I told Him yearning to be seduce. A small nibble tickled my neck and His nose brushed against my hair. I could feel Him breathing in my scent. His hands found my breasts and the seductive dance began.
With each firm squeeze of my breast, a more demanding kiss came to my neck. I could feel the passion burn in Him, the desire He was about to unleash without a care of how demanding it would be was what my body demanded. This is what I wanted; I was His for the taking. Harsher squeezing, more kissing, the more I lost my self. I gasped pressing my hands against the window seal to steady myself. 'Oh my lord, please more. Please take me now.' With a deep breath, as if He was coming up for air, He rubbed His head against the dark luscious curls of my hair. My thighs were already wet and I could smell the pheromones my body emitted so willingly.
"My love." He began, still squeezing each breast. I could feel His manhood take its firmness and press against my backside. I knew I was about to explore the depths of His erotic world once again. I was not about to deny Him either. "My love. It is time."
'Time? Yes, true. It was time.' I thought. I turned instinctively to allow Him to undress me and to explore with an intensified demand each inch of my body. My lips found His neck and while the canine teeth grew sharper I suckled gently kissing and licking.
"It's time." He said with a great passion in His accent. He wanted me too, I could feel it, yet there was something in His voice that warned me there was a new adventure about to take place.
As if on cue a young beauty entered our room, breathless and scared, a mirrored imagine of me so many years ago. As we turned to face her with unexpected surprise she gasped at the sight of us. I, still panting from being highly aroused with teeth still long and ready to bite, was overcome by innocent aurora that glowed around her.
"I'm so sorry." She cried instantly. "I was being chased by something. I didn't mean to... I mean I didn't know that someone lived here. I... I... I'm sorry." She stammered through stepping back away from us. She had obviously been running in the rain, her dress mud stained and ripped. Her long hair, longer than mine a sweet innocent mousy brown, was disarrayed and matted against her sweet face.
A gentle rub of His powerful hand against my back side made me suddenly aware of who we were and what she was to us. I looked to Him for guidance and found that He was looking at her and there in His eye was a sparkle I knew all too well. The decision was made by Him and I acted upon it stepping toward her with grace and elegance. With a mischievous smile I asked her "What is your name my lost beauty?"
In her eyes I could see it; the flare of passion start to emerge and the fight to resist. It was everything wrong, yet so tempting. It was then I realized my voice was alluring; the art of seduction was in my very being, as it was in His. I had it in my grasp to enjoy the innocence of a youth, tasting it, allowing it to fill my being with a night of passion and watch her fight to resist. This was what aroused even more than the Lover I had just surrendered too at the window, the fight that was about to take place between my prey and I.
With another step toward my innocent delight, I heard Him say ever so silently that I knew she was not able to hear, "My gift to you my love." Maybe He could read minds. Now, I knew exactly what He had gifted me. The decision was mine, to either make her my prey or my love as the decision had been His so long ago.
"Sarah." The young woman barely breathed; there was a tremble in her voice, frightened and cold she took another step back away from my Love and I.
"No need to worry." I lied to her, "You are welcome in our home to warm yourself."
With heightened senses I felt my Lover take a seat beside the window. He was watching me with legs crossed and hand resting on His chin. I knew instinctively a smile adored His face and His manhood was still firm, harder than ever. He wanted to watch and she was mine to do with as I pleased.
"I didn't mean too... I mean... Please help me." She pleaded. A strange sensation awakened my senses. It was salt, the salt of her tears. That wasn't rain on her face but tears of being terrified. This would be more challenging then I had first expected.
"Of course." With another step I picked up a soft thick blanket from our bed letting it unfold beneath my grasp. "First we need to warm you." The more I stepped toward my prey, I sensed that fear rose inside her. She had flight on her mind. She was about to run into the darkness of the rain and the choice I had made was about to be forced into a different direction. I stood still, inviting her to wrap herself in the blanket's warmth. "When I first came here, I was being chased by wolves." I told her. "They nipped at my heels."
She stepped toward me with a strange expression on her face. "Are you trapped here?" She asked with bright fearful milky brown eyes.
"No." I laughed. "No, my sweet. I come and go without fear now." With that she stepped into the blanket with ease and allowed me wrap it around her wet shoulders. She turned cautiously looking up with curiosity edging slowly forward.
