Of Warmth and Blood

Gabrielle opened her eyes....she was startled to realize she had
tears
> in them!
>
> It had been a dream, yet her hands...she noticed marks on them, they
> resembled, in an eerie way, the fashion that Craven's hands had dug
> into hers as he'd been moaning in extasy. He had been a good ****, if
> she was sure of what that would be....and she'd been so surprised at
> how quick the pain had passed, her first time with him, and how it
had
> gave way to sheer pleasure and thrall of mystery and joy.
>
> Yet, how was she linked to the woman in his locket, and also...if
this
> were all a dream, why did she now feel a prescence in the room with
> her....much like she had when she'd awoken in Craven's dream chambers
> so many times before. Yet, this feeling of someone watching her was
> unlike any other. The skin on the back of her neck was not prickled,
> she almost felt as if she were on a stage, yet she was not afraid.
She
> felt alive; like the most gorgeous caged bird at a stage show, that a
> magician had made appear out of thin air and the crowd was gazing
> wonderingly at her. She moved to her vanity mirror and began brushing
> her long, strawberrry hair out. It fanned down her back, about
halfway
> to her butt. She hummed softly to herself. She was unaware that she
> had waken at four a.m., and yet she was not tired at all. From her
> dream she was still moist below and a thought occured to her that she
> might use her vibrator and have some more fun. It had ended, after
all
> as soon as she'd seen...what was it? A dark haired girl, she was so
> beautiful!
>
> Gabrielle almost ached to speak to her, to either hear her voice or
do
> something for her. Could she help that girl in any way?
>
> The next thought that came to her was of Craven's hands and how good
> they felt when they explored her body. If dreaming of him should be
> her darkest deepest secret, then she'd never keep it...or she would
> force the joy of her newfound discovery of sexual pleasure back and
> never speak of him again, if it meant she could keep him.
>
> "Dreaming of me waking, Love?" a coy voice sounded from behind her.
> She gave a start. Where was he....
>
> And then, in her mirror she saw his face and torso showing in the
> shadows, behind her. Though she could see the dark cape covering his
> shoulders, there was something missing about his usual attire, yet
she
> wasn't sure what it was.
>
> "Close your eyes, lover." he sang.
>
> The last thing she saw was him moving in the shadows toward her.
> Obediantly , she lay down the hair brush and closed her eyes. She
> shivered in her thin night dress. With her eyes closed she thought of
> the old thing, the night gown, with it's white lace around the
> neckline, and how it came just below her a**. She felt sexy in it,
why
> didn't she wear it more often? She also thought of her thin white
> string side-tie bikinni underwear, and what Craven would do when he
> saw it.
>
> She was surprisingly unafraid, when she felt his hands, guiding hers
> to his pants, and the bulge beneath them....here he was, in her room,
> yet she was not afraid. Finally, her lover had come to life and was
> going to please her right here in her room.
>
> Craven guided her to the bed and she lay down on her back,
expectantly
> arching it, as he ran his hands across her chest and in between her
> waiting breasts. He leaned in close to her ear and whispered,
"Tonight
> I come as I am, in the flesh."
>
> She wasn't sure what he meant, but she thought she heard a faint
> whisper of cloth...she ached to open her eyes, to gaze into his
> crystaline orbs that so reminded her now of the sea, or fragile
> glass...."Shhh..." he was saying. She knew that meant to keep her
eyes
> closed, yet she smiled. It was coming.
>
> Then, she felt his naked body pressed against hers. She knew
something
> had been odd about his attire, now she knew what is was: He'd been
> bare under it!
>
> She felt her body responding, her nipples erect and her face flushed.
>
> "Mmm..." she moaned aloud as he licked her breasts through her thin
> night dress. One of his hands slid under her night dress to her
pu***,
> and undid the ties of her panties. She breathed more heavily now.
>
> "So fragile...like porcelain" his voice resounded, complimenting her
> on her body. His voice was different than it had been before, it was
> new, husky and almost...primative. She felt her wetness forming in
her
> tight, wet hole....
>
> He inserted a thin finger into her and she breathed even heavier now.
> "Craven" she breathed....Oh God why couldn't she just open her
eyes???
> She dared to, yet he placed a hand on her face.
>
> "Steady lover." he said.
>
> He was really going in for the kill, the ultimate tease this time, it
> seemed.
>
> While she enjoyed being teased she wanted to see his gorgeous face.
>
> His finger was now going in more rapidly, and it spread her wetness
> over her outer lips and across her hole. He nibbled lightly on her
> ear, licked her neck and then , her dress came away revealing her
> naked body to him. This just wasn't fair! He could see her, here in
> her room and she couldn't see him.
>
> It occured to her she hadn't really had a chance to see his naked
body
> in fine detail, other than the few minutes of pleasure they'd shared
> together in his chambers.
>
> "I want to see you!" She moaned, as he slid his finger out of her.
>
> "Roll over" He breathed in her ear, "And then you shall look upon me
> as long as you wish before I take you."
>
> Her excitement building, she rolled over. He began to rub her a**
> cheeks with his c*ck, and he teased her with it, going dangerously
> close to her hole there. Both fear or pain and eagerness for pleasure
> it could bring brought her closer to orgasm. She felt her vaginal
> muscles tighten, as he rubbed himself over her buttocks and her lower
> back. He began to softly lick her lower back, then did small circles
> that grew larger and larger around her a** cheeks.
>
> She sighed, and then he let her roll back over onto her back.
>
> "Ok, love." he said, signalling she could open her eyes. She did so
> and he was on his knees in all his splendor. His hard c**k erect, and
> his lightly built upper body gleaming in the dim moonlight coming in
> from her window. And those eyes...God, how they peirced through her
> very soul. She wanted to cry right there, unsure if she felt pleasure
> or sadness. The eyes could hide so very much, she thought. They
masked
> Craven's sadness, as a mask would at a ball, yet she could see
through
> it, when he looked at her like this.
>
> He lowered his head to her belly and kissed it tenderly. Lower, still
> he went until his head was in her p****. He began to lick her on the
> outside of her ****y, slowly, ever so slowly, until she found herself
> using a voice she didn't know she had, commanding him to go inside of
> her, with his hot tounge. He breathed his breath into her, and then
> suddenly flicked the tip of his tounge into her. She felt her wetness
> increase, faster than it had before with him, and she arched her
back,
> invitingly.
>
> He pleasured her for a full ten minutes, before he eased himself into
> her, just the tip of him inside of her. He then played with her erect
> nipples and let his hands run through her hair, splayed on the
pillow.
>
> If Gabrielle had looked into the mirror behind them, on the wall she
> would have noticed her hair. The hair that swam across her pillow was
> not her signature strawberry, but in the mirror was raven black!
>
> Craven sat up, wiped his mouth and still managed to look dam* sexy
> doing that (!), lifted her to him and began to kiss her neck and
> shoulders. He let his tounge caress her entire upper body, and ran
his
> hands through her hair, that no longer came halfway to her buttocks,
> but, reflected in her Mirror was past her a**. It flowed and flared
> and was raven black...her breasts , while in Craven's hands were
full,
> ripe and ready, were shown in the mirror a size or so smaller and yet
> all the more perky. Craven stole a glance in the mirror and said,
> "Darling you are especially ravishing in the mirror tonight."
>
> Through her throes of passion, Gabrielle at first was not sure what
he
> meant, then she did a double take. So, it was so...she had black hair
> in that mirror and smaller yet perkier boobs! Her skin was almost
milk
> white with darker hair, and yet her eyes remained the same, that
stark
> light green. Nice combo with the dark hair, she thought. Let him use
> his enchantments, she thought, attributing her change in the mirror
> only to Craven's work.
>
> Gabrielle lay back and spread her legs...."Come to me...Now"
>
> she ordered.
>
> Craven obeyed, and sat on top of her, and eased himself all the way
in
> this time. He thrust deep and slowly and she exhaled as her pleasure
> rose. She could feel him getting even longer, harder in there, as his
> extasy rose with every thrust. His hands were on her face now, and
his
> blue eyes bore into her green, and he whispered something in a
> language she was sure she didn't understand. Those eyes were like icy
> caverns that you knew you'd get lost in, if you dared enter, yet they
> called to you. They sang a song that would tear a hole in your heart
> if you did not respond to it. Yet, to let yourself respond to the
> siren song meant total surrender. And, in a way that is what
Gabrielle
> did on her bed with him. She found herself pressing into him harder
> and digging her hands into his back, careful not to tear the
beautiful
> flesh.
>
> "Yes..." she breathed as she started to climax, and he moved slower
> then, slower, slower...the thrusted quick and hard as thunder and she
> came then and there. Her wetness built with his, and he exploded
> inside of her. She look on his face was almost shock, as if he hadn't
> expected to climax so soon. Then, that suave, sexy smile he wore when
> he teased her came.
>
> "Your are mine, Gabrielle."
>
> He nibbled her ear, and was still inside of her, letting their juices
> join together....she was breathing more shallowly now, and she
> embraced him, held him against her body for a long time.
>
> Dawn was nearing, and the light in the room brightened slightly.
> "I must go now..."
> His eyes looked sadder still, and yet she thought she could hold him
> longer. This time she couldn't wake up , right?