Sacrifice Helle

Chapter 33


My eyes widened with the feeling of being drained, my body shook slightly and then I remembered Embla’s fangs on my neck, the dizziness, the way it gives a feeling of being raped. I gasped for air and Vaan withdrew from me. My eyes were wide open, I wanted to sit up, but was held down, my head started spinning and then I came back to myself. I wanted to spit in his face like I had wanted to spit in Embla’s, but knowing I had willingly put myself in this position I held my fury back. “Good. You’re back.” “What the fuck are you talking about?!” “Don’t doze off like that again, please. Going numb is an illusion that you can’t feel anything, but it will always be there and one day it will come back and then possibly kill you for real.” I moped, a little angry for him pulling me out of my happy trance. A little glad that he had noticed.

I hit his chest as a sign to let go of my shoulders so I could get up. He smiled at me with glittering eyes, “Good to see you get feisty again, even though I’d appreciate it if you didn’t try to kick me off just yet.” His face came closer and then his lips kissed me passionately, his hand moving down my body. I took a deep breath as he reached a certain spot and enjoyed the feeling. My body getting hotter against his otherwise cold skin. It felt so wrong that it drove me mad with lust. Who could ever resist the forbidden fruit? Well, maybe he wasn’t forbidden, but they all told me not to touch him. That just made me enjoy his touch even more. I hated laying below him though. I felt that I had no control over the situation. Although a part of me lusted for being a toy for him to play with, let go of all hesitations and give in. I was torn, wanting to touch him, wanting to kick him off. I lifted my head and bit his neck, my fists opened up and ran over his back. He was heating up like me.

My eyes closed, increasing the feel of his skin against mine. When I opened them again I realized how dark the room was. Only lit by candle lights, two candelabras on each side of the room, leaving the darkest part of the room in the middle where we laid. His hands were laid underneath my back and lifted me gently up a bit before laying me in between the silken sheets. I let him dull with me, and soon he followed me into the darkness of black silk. I let my hands run over his bare chest. I felt his breath on my skin and was surprised by his body heat. We did not speak a word to each other, as for me my mind was too occupied with the setting to think of things concerning the practical. I held my eyes closed, discovering the smoothness of his skin with my hands. It was so bare and naked, not rough like mine, so much more delicate.

More kisses followed, starting with the hollow of my neck and down. It prickled under my skin with tension, I bit my lips blood red, grasped the sheets and pulled them closer around us. He turned on something inside of me, I needed more and more, my body hungered for it. Then he came up next to me, holding me tight. I let out a sudden gasp when feeling his hard dick pressed up against me. Clearly I felt the organ pulsing against my thighs, arousing me like nothing else could have. Then we kissed again, my tongue fighting his to control the act, I grabbed his soft golden hair with one hand and made him lean his head backwards as I discovered the taste of his skin, the taste of perspiration. He allowed me to do as I pleased, enjoying my curious hands playing along his shaft. I thought I saw a glimpse of a grin as I touched him, not a kind smile like that of a lover, but a devilish grin, knowing that I did something that to a believer was a sin. And lusting for it. Our mouths breathed hot air onto another, our eyes reflecting, and in them could only be seen one thing; lust for each other.

We held the look, I lusted for the tension, the feeling, my body longing and taking control, not knowing what to do, but my hands somehow had found their way to what I wanted and could hardly wait for. His manhood. Then his hand laid itself over mine and showed me what to do. Pressing the head in my palm, he moved my hand up and down, moving the skin, massaging the wet, round tip. His eyes never closed or showed any other sign of pleasure than they already held. He had me where he wanted me, that was all the wanted. I intended to change that. To think that he was superior to me was never in the picture, to think of him as my master was tempting, however he didn’t seem to need the control, and I had my own ideas to try out.

Slowly I moved my way around him, my hands reluctantly letting go of the throbbing warmth they was holding so desirably. He followed my movements carefully. I was being observed, the sharpness in his eyes did not miss a detail, if I was to do something he didn’t like I would no longer have the control I had gained. Not trusted, but allowed to play like the child I was in the vampires eyes. I grabbed his waist with my hands, he was thin, not fully grown like a man would be, a firm chest, but still thin. Youthful. His muscles worked under my hands when he moved to follow me. This way I sculpted him into the position I wanted, once on his back I lent forwards and licked his lips, snapped at him with my teeth and drew backwards, hugging his body with my hands.

My legs separated his, so he could move and I sat in between them, overlooking his body, then my eyes wandered down him to his member, aroused and awaiting. My tongue ran over my lips. I studied him for a while, my eyes flickered back to his every now and then to check that my approval status was still in order. Then I bent down and licked him, tasted him, it was so different from the rest of his skin. The smell and taste of salvia filled my senses, and I took him in my mouth. Some for my own pleasure, it was new and tempting, dangerous for an innocent child, but irresistible. That, and I wanted to check his reaction. I rounded the head, finding lines to follow, licking to explore. Then drew back up and cast my excited eyes towards his.

He grinned by the look of me, my lips swollen and red, so many kisses, so much fire burning, so hungry. And he couldn’t help but smile when I went down again. He caressed the taste of my blood in his mouth, letting me play only until he couldn’t resist his own hunger any longer.

“Show me your fangs.”

He raised an eyebrow at my request. My tongue ran over my upper lip, licking in me his juices, and I crawled over his body, raising myself over him and gazing down at his pretty face. “I wanna see them. They turn me on.” “Oh really?”, he teased, “Then how will you get by when you get them yourself?” “Maybe I should let you take care of that.”, I teased back. He didn’t reply and suddenly the room felt cold. I got worried that he had already lost interest in me. I panicked and flashed back to reality, or at least what was the immediate reality to me. Me as a vampire?! And, what would happen if or when Vaan would grow tired of me, I’d simply be his toy all this time? I was now wasn’t I, a toy to play with? Of course, he was a vampire, vampire use humans, they feed on them, the play with them. And if I was to be a vampire? What then?

“Hey, what is it?” Vaan lifted himself up supporting himself on his elbows. I fumbled with my words “I.. I.. Just I dunno…” “Why do you keep doing this?” His voice was soft and soothing. So calm and delicate to listen to. I faced him again, his eyes gave out a soft glow. They hadn’t done that earlier. “Hey…”, he lulled me, “Come here…” I lent in and his lips found mine in a tender kiss and he embraced me. “Don’t worry about anything, you are safe with me, you know that?” “Yes.”, I answered looking into his eyes. I felt calmer now. Vaan cared for me, he wouldn’t toss me away after he was done with me, he would make me his child and I would be safe with him. Forever. I looked over his body and heat rose in me again. I could be forever with him, Vaan, my Vaan, my love. I smiled and buried myself in his strong arms. Safe from all things that could harm me. “Yes…”, he whispered with that lovely voice, “Yes, come with me…”

My skin prickled by his touch, I felt so happy by it, I couldn’t help but smile. I wanted him to touch me more, and grasped his skin to show him my desire. His lips were as soft as ever, his tongue as intriguing. Vaan slid his fingers down my neck, behind my head and forced me into more powerful kisses. Then he turned me over to my back and laid himself on me. I felt him so good between my legs that it burned in me. I lifted up for him to be one with me and he looked me deep into my eyes.

“Helle, you will be mine.”

“Yes.”, I whispered back, my body pleading for him to satisfy me, my mind longing to be forever with him. He opened his mouth and flashed off his canine teeth. “Take me.“, I moaned. Then he entered me, strong and hard, but I felt no pain, I was ecstatic. He filled me up, working his way in and out, far out so when he penetrated me once more I screamed. Not from pain, from the joy it gave me to feel him in me. My eyes closed by themselves with delight. I pressed myself up towards him and kissed him, licked my lips and swallowed, my throat was already dry. He pulled me closer to him, pressing my body against his and jammed his cock deep into me rapidly.

Without a word he let go of me and turned me over on my belly, then his hand grabbed my crotch and a finger played along the opening. It went in me, pressing the right buttons, I got so horny and wet that I didn’t know what else to do but moan and long for him to fuck me again. And so he did, he laid on me with all his weight, pressing me down on the bed and taking me from behind. I lifted up, and he got deeper inside, harder and faster until I thought I couldn’t take it no more.

When he turned me to face him again I had no breath left, I was thirsty and my body so wet, both from sweat and other fluids, I was shaking from exhaustion and panting. He wanted more I could tell, but it was like he wanted to save it for later. He moved inside of me and I screamed out from the intensity. He smiled. Then his eyes glowed again and he got a serious look upon his face. This was it. He was finally going to do it. Sire me.

I froze. His face was two inches away from mine, one last kiss and then… his fangs on my neck.