Love, Vampiropolis Style

Love, Vampiropolis Style Selena Illyria All rights reserved.

Copyright ©2008 Selena Illyria

Warning: This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers. Candlelight flickered off the tan columns around the room. The hanging crystal diamonds of the chandelier glittered in the golden glow. Nevada Justice shivered, not from cold, but anticipation. Lucian had finally taken her to Premiera, his family’s restaurant. Looking around the large, circular room, she couldn’t help but be in awe. The large floor to ceiling windows overlooked the manmade lake that separated the Vampyre and Blood Districts. She could see the lights of the city, sparkling, dancing against the inky blue-black sky overhead. The stars glittered, pinpoints that seemed so distant, so out of reach. glowing white face of the clock tower said it was nearly midnight. The patrons of Premiera had long since left. She and Lucian were all that remained of the hustle and bustle of the earlier manic energy of people laughing, musing, eating and celebrating life. Pushing back her chair, she stood up, steadying herself on the four inch heels that Lida had insisted she wear, and tottered over to the window. She sighed. After three months of living in the city she had finally gotten use to it. The city was a living thing in and of itself, ebbing and flowing like breath in a body, its people the lifeblood that ran through the city’s veins. There was magic out there just waiting to be taken if one had the courage to grasp it. She had taken hold and didn’t want to let go. Earlier that night, they’d had dinner, a wonderful fare filled with delicious food that she hadn’t learned the names of.

Lucian had taken it upon himself to order the meal in advance. Both of them had been busy of late with their respective careers. Seeing his face light up when he talked about the changes he was implementing at Premiera was wonderful. She also loved telling him about all the things she was doing at the Gazette. It was almost as if they were in their own little world. Nothing else mattered. She felt rather than heard him come back into the room. Her body tightened, fire flooding her veins. Her nipples became taunt aching buds, needing his touch. Her panties became moist as her pussy pulsed, wanting to be filled by him. It had been too long. She wanted to feel him inside of her again, have him brand her with his lovemaking. Within seconds he was behind her, his hands on her hips, pulling them back. She let out a soft moan when her ass came in contact with his erection. He ground his cock against her, letting her know he wanted her. She felt his breath on the shell of her ear. The moist air moved down, blowing across the column of her throat. She shivered at the feel of his fangs brushing the side of her neck. Her pussy gushed as his hands moved up to cup her breasts, squeezing the aching mounds gently. “Oh, Oraia, it has been too long. I need to be inside of you.” She felt his hands bury into the elaborate bun on top of her head. Pins flew out of her coif as her silken, dark brown tresses slipped down to brush her shoulders. His fingers combed through her hair. “I love seeing your hair like this.” He placed a kiss on top of her head and stepped back withdrawing his heat. “Turn around.” She turned around slowly until he came into view. Goose bumps broke out on her arms when she saw the fire blazing in the dark green orbs. Her breath froze in her throat. He wore nothing, his erection standing proud, a pearl of pre-come dotting the top of his cock. “Undress,” he whispered as he took hold of his shaft, stroking himself from root to tip. “Slowly.”

The husky whisper of his voice inflamed her. She raised her arms, reaching back she undid the tie of the halter top of the dress and let go. The ribbons fell down the front as the top slid down, caressing her pebbled nipples. She pushed the skirt down until it slipped down her legs, forming a puddle of red silk. She then hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties and pushed them down, until she stood before him in nothing but her stockings and stilettos. “All mine,” he murmured. He hadn’t stopped masturbating during her little strip show. “You look so beautiful and I need you quite badly.” “Come get me.” She couldn’t honestly say what possessed her to take off and run, but she wanted him to chase her, catch her and fuck her. When she didn’t hear him behind her, she skidded to a stop and looked around. He grasped her hips and pulled her back until she felt the bare, naked heat of his cock on the crease of her ass. She gasped when he rubbed his erection, up and down against her, letting her feel the velvet covered steel of his hardened rod. “You’ve been naughty, Agapi mou. You made me run. Now, payback. Walk over to the window, place your hands high over your head and spread your legs.” She swallowed, her body hummed with excitement knowing what he was about to do. She did as he asked, placing her hands on the cold glass and spreading her legs. The city was in front of her, watching her. “Why did you run?” He asked tracing a finger down her spine. “I don’t know. It was just an impulse.” He chuckled, “Well, that impulse, as you call it, is about to get you punished.” She cried out when she felt a thick finger circling her sopping entrance. Without warning he shoved not one but two fingers inside of her, stretching her. Her inner walls clamped down on his digits. He withdrew only to slam his fingers into her again. “So wet and hot for me. Were you like this at dinner, Oraia? Don’t answer that, I already know. I wanted to duck under the table and eat you so badly. I wanted to lap up every drop of your cream while the rest of the restaurant watched, knowing what I was doing.”

She moaned, his fingers moved faster inside of her. Deeper, harder, he fucked her with just his fingers. One brush of the pad of his thumb set off the first trembles of her orgasm. She started to ride his fingers, up, down, up, down, so close. She was almost there. His thumb pressed down on her clit as his fingers continued to pound into her. Her core fluttered around his fingers as her legs began to shake. Her belly tightened, her cunt clung to his fingers as she screamed. Fire burst throughout her body as his fangs broke the delicate skin of her shoulder. As he drank her blood tiny aftershocks shook her. She came again and again as he sipped. His fingers never stopped moving, continuing the rhythm she knew his cock would follow. “Luc,” she moaned weakly, her legs threatening to give out on her. Her vision blurred, the lights of the city twinkling in the distance, watching her as darkness threatened to overtake her vision. When he finally stopped, each swipe of his tongue on the puncture wounds made her pussy flutter weakly around his fingers, still buried deep within her. “Welcome home, Oraia. You’re where you belong, with me.” She could only nod weakly. She was home, here in Vampiropolis. As her vision began to dim and sleep threatened to take her, she smiled softly as the Blood Tower’s hands met at the very top of the clock face. It was midnight. The clock tower sent out its old ancient bell chime. Home. She had finally found a place where she belonged.

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