To Taste You

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The Feast

His voice dripped with ice. “Now where was I? Oh Yes.” He came closer and my heart started to pound. These damn rocks.
“This isn’t what I would call a fair fight.” I barked at him.
He was in front of me now. I could feel his cold skin chill the air around me. My heart pounding and my fierce breathing was the only sound of life around me. Was I really going to die here? What would my father tell me?
“You think I am going to kill you?” His hollow voice was very close to my neck now. My own thoughts were my betrayal. I held my silence.
“Death…” he laughed again, “is just a step. One you will beg for before this night is out.”
“Fight Maria…” My father would say. It is what he told me long ago….
I had fallen into the river before the spring thaw. I had tried to cross and I had fallen in, but grabbed hold of a rock in the center of the freezing water before it took me under. I screamed and my father came running. He saw me start to slip into the cold abyss. He yelled out to me to hold on… “Fight Maria…fight…don’t you dare let go.”

A warm sensation flooded me back to the present. I could feel his tongue, surprisingly warm against my neck. “How…sweet.” Drakon whispered. “The little Deathwatcher has such a strong… heart. His hand flew to the hollow between my breasts and I could feel my heart begin to pound against it, as if it were trying to beat it off.
“I would think that you would enjoy this.” He said. “Your sister did.”
With that, a single tear escaped my eye as the horrible dance unfolded before me eyes.
Powerless now to his smell and his spell, I was lifted out of the rocky holds and suspended in the air. I felt as if he were controlling everything. Every sensation, even my own breathing. He was inside my head now, weaving a cloudy web over my senses and my strength.
He placed me on a table, and my hands were restrained by an unseen force. I tried to move, to will my mind to say “no” but the air around my wrists and ankles only held them down tighter.
“Let’s make you comfortable.” I opened my mouth to speak, to yell a prayer or a call for help, but nothing came out. Instantly, he was in my head. “Fight harder. It makes it more fun for me.”
I would not let myself cry. I would take this torture and death as honorably as I could.
His hand outstretched before my face and his nails gently clawed their way down my entire length. My clothing and weapons, charms and protection fell off me as if they had been made of water. My bare skin bristled at the new cold.
“Oh Holy God, no” I pleaded in my head.
“Shh….” Came back to me. “Or I’ll make you beg for it.”
His hands were above me again, sliding down my neck until they reached my breasts. A sudden change wracked itself through my body. A jolt of pleasure and pain shot to my head as his fingers slowly began to caress my nipples. They hardened against my will, sending wave after wave of pleasure through my body, making me aware of sensations that I never thought I could feel from just a touch.
“That’s it…give in to the pleasure.” He said to my neck.
My body began to betray my mind as my head bent, almost begging him for more of that delicious touch. His lips and teeth hurried to what was willingly offered and he bit. I felt what little warmth I had start to leave as it was replaced by a different warmth. He drank slowly from me, each toss of his tongue and lips over my neck sending shivers down my body. The area between my legs began to ache and beat in rhythm with my heart, and my skin screamed fore more attention. I felt his pleasure at tasting me and my pleasure at being tasted like this. I felt something deep in my stomach building and my breathing quickened. He sensed this and quickly closed the small wound.
“Ah.” He licked his lips and faced me. “One pleasure for another, my dear.”
His hands began their dance over my breaths and skin again, this time harder and stronger. I began to hate myself for wanting his touch, but that voice, the voice in my mind wound its spell stronger, clouding my thoughts as it sought to show me what pleasure I was ignoring.
Even my breath entering me became erotic, making my body want something more. His hands wandered down again to my stomach and I felt myself slip into his seduction completely. All thoughts left my mind except his hands dipping lower and lower.
My legs slowly started to separate, the cold air invading the warmth that had built there. The change made me gasp audibly.
And still his hands lowered. They traveled to my inner thighs. My body was on fire now. The ache in my loins now almost too much to bare. The new cold only seemed to amplify that I needed something to release me from this bind. I even felt as if the wind had become hands, slowly moving around my skin, teasing every inch of me toward him.
His hands still continued their agonizingly slow pace as my heart beat faster. He took two of his fingers and slowly opened my nether lips. More invasion of cold told me that I had become surprisingly wet and just the small movement caused me to moan.
Another finger came at me slowly and I tensed up and closed my eyes, not knowing what to expect. Pleasure hit me as his finger touched my wet center and began to slowly massage in a small circular pattern. My pulse shot up and my back started to arch. I wanted to yell, to moan out anything to make this building pressure escape.
“Oh God.” I yelled as I found my voice. His laughter echoed my words.
“Oh my dear, you are a ripe blushing apple, ready for tasting.”
With that, his fingers were replaced by his tongue. His wet organ met mine in a sinful rhythm as he continued his ministrations on my nub. Over and over he washed over it, swirling and nipping and pressing into me until I thought I was going to die from the sheer pleasure of all of it. The invisible hands on the wind continued their playful wandering over my skin and a sudden change took place again.
His mouth wandered just south to my ready opening and his mouth and tongue encompassed my whole being, sending shocks to my body. His tongue pressed for entry, pausing to taste the juices at the opening and finally plunging into me, licking my inner walls and pressing up. I felt myself begin to fall as my breath and heart raced to keep up with it all and then the warmth started to fall with me. My body arched once more as I cried out. My cry bounced off the walls and I felt a sharp prick as his teeth pierced the raw skin around my center to take in the blood rushing through my body.
I saw him physically shudder as he took it in and closed the small hole.
My body fell back on to the table as it shook, either from cold or from pleasure, I wasn’t sure which.
“The greatest taste of all.” He said, “Is to taste the blood of a virgin in pleasure.” My mind ignored him as it tried to fight through the clouds. The clarity I sought wouldn’t come. It only wished for more. I was under his control completely.


************To be Continued**********************
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