Kindred of Lycaon

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Part One


She knew that he was something intriguing when she gazed into his eyes those first few moments during their initial meeting… It was his eyes that was what drew her closer as she stepped through the door of the coffee shop, her breathing ragged from running to be on time for their meeting.


They had only spoken twice on the telephone and it had been enough to draw her out so that she could meet him in person. It was risky, in her mind, she had had enough of men who claimed to be just for her…but he had made no assumptions in the two conversations they had had. And it was partly for that reason she wanted to meet him.


So she stood there, in the doorway of the coffee shop gazing into his eyes, her hair ruffled by the late autumn wind, her throat dry…and he smiled.


She did not know what to expect when he had told her what he looked like…red hair, green eyes, about six feet and four inches…lanky. She had it in her head that she was meeting a kid, a boy barely out of his teens, a child like she had dated in the past… But this man was not a child.


He had turned from the counter as she entered, flustered and panting. And he had smiled.


Gods, it was that smile…


He was tall, dressed in a pair of faded jeans and work boots, a faded gray tee shirt under a tan pocketed corduroy jacket. His hair was a bit short, but stylish, and it was, just like he had said…red.


She had never cared much for men with red hair. It always seemed that these men had skin tones to match their hair…a goofy laugh and a horrible temper. But that stereotype was now crushed…


\"Hi…\" she started, breathlessly, slowly closing the door behind her.


\"Hello,\" he said, stepping from the order counter and towering over her. She was only five feet and seven inches tall…and nervously slouching.


\"You\'re…\"


\"Yes, and you are…\"


She nodded, blushing; she could feel his eyes running up and down her body taking in all of her… It was not unpleasant, but she shied her eyes away.


\"I went ahead and ordered something…I hope you don\'t mind…\" he said softly, noticing her hesitation and nervousness.


\"I am sorry I was late…the traffic was bad out of the city and I had problems finding a place to park…\"


He smiled, and she noticed that he had a wonderful smile, his teeth straight and white… One requirement, she thought, is satisfied… She liked men who had a nice smile…in the sense that they had good teeth. All her friends thought she was weird for wanting her love interests to have good teeth, but she thought it was common sense…


\'Just think of it this way,\' she had said to a friend, \'If I were to marry someone and have children, I would want them to have good genes…good teeth…do you realize how expensive braces are?\'


So one requirement down, several more to go…


\"Would you like to sit outside?\" he asked after a moment of mutual silence.


\"Sure…\"


\"I will bring the drinks out, so go ahead…\"


She nodded, stiffly turning for the door and heading outside. The coffee shop had outdoor tables for smokers and she was a smoker…although she wanted to wait and see if he smoked as well.


As she sat down at a table, resting her bag in her lap, she began thinking of what she did know about this guy…


He was a friend of a friend and came with a recommendation…he was a year younger than she was…he liked most of the same music she did…he lived with his grandparents growing up…and he had red hair…and that was all she really knew.


Add to that, good teeth and is well spoken…she thought to herself as he came to her table with two large glasses of iced coffee.


\"Do you mind if I smoke?\" he asked, sitting to her left.


She felt her face crack into a smile, \"I was going to ask if you smoked…because honestly, I need a cigarette as well,\" she gushed, immediately slapping a hand over her mouth.


He laughed…chuckled more like and she stared at him.


Such a wonderful laugh, honest, deep, beautiful…


\"Nervous?\" he asked, digging a menthol cigarette from his front jacket pocket.


\"Quite.\"


She drew out a clove from her bag, trying to find a lighter. He lit her cigarette for her, his eyes flashing in the fire\'s light.


\"I am too, this is really the first time I have been out with anyone since I have been home…\"


She took a deep drag of her clove and set back in her chair, watching him as he lit his own cigarette. He had told her that he had recently come to the area after the death of his grandparents…and from what she understood from the friend who had set her up, he had never visited the area before…


\"Well, I hope I keep you entertained,\" she said with a slight smile.


\"Well… I hope I don\'t put you to sleep…\" he chuckled, and she smiled.


The \'getting to know you\' conversation started in earnest from that point on. Both of them slipping on their iced coffees and smoking. She learned that he was interested in studying foreign languages, reading philosophy and many other things that she did not expect from a guy who apparently had no college education.


She kept herself from giving away too much about herself and blabbering about her life too much. She knew from past experience that she would get to excited about talking about her interests and her opinions that she had literally scared men off… Of course she had been single for longer than she could remember, and had had time to realize her own \'dating\' faults.


But as they talked and the ice in their coffee melted to water, they had covered everything from their dream excursions to favorite writers…and they had yet to move from their seats.


She was amazed at this man, and wondered if everything she had learned about him were true. It was also in her past experience that guys would talk themselves up to impress her, but this did not seem to be the case.


His eyes were so honest, meeting hers every time they spoke. And she was lost…staring at his eyes. They were not truly green, but more of an aquamarine, a color that she had never seen before in someone\'s eyes. And then, there were his hands… Every time he would lift a filter to his lips, or the coffee, she would study his hands…


He had what she considered a pianist\'s hands…long, tapered fingers, delicate bones, long palm… Even the way he moved his hands seemed orchestrated, beautiful…


\"Bored yet?\" he asked suddenly, breaking her from her thoughts.


\"No, are you?\" she asked softly, her hands crossed upon the table top before her, her eyes hazy.


\"Of course not, you have my full attention,\" he said softly, leaning towards her slightly.


She felt her heart skip a beat. She could smell his cologne now, the subtle smell of him…sandalwood, unobtrusively sandalwood and something else…


\"I just realized that one of your eyes is darker than the other,\" he said quietly, looking into her eyes.


She smiled, \"Not very many people notice that…you\'re probably the first to ever really say anything about it.\"


\"It is interesting…one eye is definitely hazel and the other almost black or dark brown…\"


She felt a blush heat her cheeks as he leaned forward a bit more. No one had ever looked at her eyes like he was doing…no one had ever noticed the difference in her eyes…


\"Fascinating…pretty really…\" he mumbled, looking at one eye and then the other before sitting back in his chair.


She had the urge to sing praises of his eyes, but kept her mouth shut…this was really only their first date…and hopefully not the last.

When evening fell upon them and the lights outside the coffeehouse came on, the spell that had been laid between them was broken.


\"I should probably get going…I am sure you are tired,\" he said starting to stand.


She said nothing, but watched him move, his body quite lithe under the outside lights. It was not until he offered her his hand did she blink.


\"I can walk you to your car if it is far,\" he said softly as she slipped her hand into his.


\"Sure, I would appreciate that…\"


She did not pull her hand away, and he seemed to have no intention to let go as they began to walk down the street. His hand enveloped hers and she smiled…


\"You have tiny hands,\" he said with a hint of amazement in his voice.


\"So I have been told…\" she said with a laugh.


He smiled in the streetlight and she felt like melting… All that afternoon she was drawn to him, his voice, his personality… He was handsome in a sense of the word, but not what she had had in mind.


His skin seemed almost like porcelain in the streetlight, pale and white. His eyes caught every ray of light, making it as if his eyes held a green fire behind them. She wondered if this man had had many lovers, many scars upon his heart…


Finally they came to her car and she dug for her keys. They said nothing as she unlocked the door and pulled it open… He was watching her, quietly.


She wanted to ask him if he wanted a ride back to his car, or even a ride somewhere more private…the need to be near him, the overwhelming feeling in her chest was threatening to set her afire.


\"Would you like…\"


\"…to come over?\"


They had been thinking the same thing…and they both burst into a fit of laughter. It was perhaps the hundredth time they had finished each other\'s sentences that evening.


\"I would…if that\'s okay,\" he said slowly, hesitation clearly written on his face.


\"Will your car be alright where it is?\" she asked, leaning on the car door, resting her chin on her arm.


\"Sure…I know the owner of the lot…\"


She smiled. \"Jump in…\"

The drive to her apartment was not a long ride, and he watched her the entire way, saying little. She wondered what he saw when he looked at her…


She knew she was not supermodel material… Her hair was shoulder length and naturally an ash blond with a bit of an auburn tinge. She was not skinny, but was still slender in the sense that she had curves, a good size bust, thin waist and voluptuous hips…she was not fat, not in the least bit, but she was no stick either… She did pride herself on having a symmetrical face, even though her eyes were really different colors and it gave the illusion that one eye was wider than the other…


She sighed as she pulled her car in front of her apartment building and turned the key off.


\"What\'s wrong?\" he asked, plainly hearing her sigh.


\"Oh, nothing… Just hoping that my apartment isn\'t too messy for a guest.\"


He smiled. \"If it is anything like mine, well…my stay will be short…\"


She laughed, getting out of the car and stepping onto the curb. It was still early and many people were walking in the neighborhood, enjoying the last bit of warm autumn air. But she took no notice as she led up into the building and up the stairs to the third floor.


\"Welcome…\" she said opening the apartment door and letting him inside.

They were still talking, even after a whole bottle of wine and a take out pizza. They sat on the couch, smoking, her on one end, her legs stretched out, he on the other end, holding her petite feet on his lap.


The last CD had faded out, Jeff Buckley\'s Grace, and she stood slowly to set another disc on.


\"How about…\" she trailed, her voice no longer inhibited by her nervousness. It was a velvety voice, he thought, very rich and almost deep… \"…some Tom Waits?\"


\"Sounds good…\"


She turned and smiled, her eyes glittering in the candlelight. After much wine she had lit candles in the living room, he had only laughed and said that she was trying to create a mood…


\'Yes,\' she had said, \'…to seduce you, I suppose…who knows…\'


He did not seem to mind.


As the first track began, she returned to the couch, moving to sit closer to him. They spoke softly and soon he was running his fingers through her hair…


\"A natural blonde, eh?\" he said, almost whispering in her ear.


\"Don\'t tell anyone…\" she whispered lazily, her head was light, resting it against his shoulder.


\"I doubt anyone would believe me…you just do not fit the stereotype…\" he chuckled lightly.


\"How so?\" she whispered, closing her eyes.


\"Is it not obvious? You have a college degree, and are working on the second, in fact…you have read too many books that I am starting to doubt my own intelligence…your taste in music is impeccable…you are witty…beautiful…and smell very good…\"


Her eyes flickered open. \"I think you are drunk.\"


\"I am that, my dear…but I am telling the truth.\"


She laughed, resting a hand on his knee. \"I do not believe you…\"


\"Why?\"


\"Because it is too good to be true…that someone would say that…\"


\"Do not tell me you are one of those drunk people who start to feel sorry for themselves…\"


\"No…\"


\"Good…\"


He ran his fingers along her jaw line and she shivered. They had been talking for hours and it felt like she had known him for years…but she was also a bit drunk…and horny…


She pulled away slightly and laid her head against his right leg, looking up into his face. He stroked her hair away from her face and smiled.


\"It is getting very late…maybe I should catch a taxi back to my car…\" he said, almost begrudgingly.


\"No…\" she said softly.


\"No?\"


\"No…because I think I have become smitten with you and I want to kiss you…\"


He chuckled and mussed her hair, causing her to sit up suddenly. She pouted slightly, her hair falling in tangles around her face. And then she smiled, and nearly fell off the couch. Catching her by the upper arms, he pulled her back, making sure she did not fall. She blinked, her hands against his chest, almost pushing away.


He released her arms and cupped her cheek. \"I do want to kiss you…\" he whispered, his eyes shimmering in the candlelight.


\"Then kiss me…\" she whispered, staring at his lips, full and looking ever so soft.


His hand wrapped around the nape of her neck, the other on her shoulder and slowly he pulled her close.


She gasped at the contact of his lips against hers. The warmth of his lips was amazing, and as she closed her eyes and settled into the kiss, his tongue teased her to open her mouth.


She could not breathe, the feeling so intense, the taste of him so wonderful… Her hands trailed up his taut chest to his shoulders, her arms wrapping around his neck.


Finally, when they parted, both of them panting, their lips reddened, they stared at each other in disbelief… She wondered if she were just drunk or was the kiss just as world shattering as it felt.


She kissed him again, her breasts pressing against his chest. She moaned into his mouth as his tongue caressed hers and his hands traveled down her back. The world had stopped turning, time had stood still, as she kissed him, tasting a hint of red wine and menthol cigarettes…


He wrapped his arms around her body and pulled her closer, she was sitting in his lap, kissing his face now, his jaw, his neck…and with a little squeak of surprise he had lifted her up, carrying her into the bedroom.


She was amazed at his strength, she knew she was in no way light…and he did not look so strong…


He laid her on the bed gently, swiping stray strands of hair from her face. He turned his head slightly and the door shut, the candles lit…and she did not even notice…


She was panting as his lips moved over her face to her neck, to the vee of her shirt. Her hands ran through his hair, to his shoulders, those wide and strong shoulders.


He lay down beside her, turned so that he hovered over her body. With deft fingers the buttons of her shirt were undone. Pushing away the light black fabric he gazed at the white skin stretched over her ribs, to the small swell of her belly and the tops of her breasts still half hidden by a lacy black bra.


\"May I?\" he asked huskily, his breath strained.


She nodded ascent and he lowered his mouth to her ribs, kissing the pale white flesh there. She writhed under his kisses, the flick of his tongue around her navel… She groaned as his lips trailed over the skin just above the waistband of her jeans.


She maneuvered herself out of her shirt, she was getting very warm and as she tried to rise up, a strong hand gently forced her back down. He raised above her, his eyes now an intense green blaze. For a moment she was frightened, but he smiled, and she realized that he was flashing her a \'wily\' smile…crafty, but not dangerous.


He made short order of her bra and she gasped as he took her left nipple between his lips. She could feel warmth and wetness gather between her thighs, making her squirm slightly. She wanted to feel his flesh against hers and gently she pushed against his shoulders.


\"Take it off…\" she breathed, panting…


\"As you wish…\" he whispered, that wily smile back upon his red lips.


She sat up slightly, watching him as he sat next to her, his back all she could see. The corduroy jacket fell to the floor and then he pulled the tee shirt up off his skin. His muscles rippled under pale skin, and she believed she saw scars running up and down his back, but the poor light made her eyes swim.


He turned back to her, catching her jaw in his hand, kneeling beside her.


\"Hi…\" he whispered, his now a dark emerald with desire.


She smiled as she pressed her lips to his, coaxing his mouth to open to hers. He moaned as her hands ran down his back, feeling what she was certain were scars upon his back. But before she could pull away and ask, he fell upon her, gathering her up in his arms.


She gasped as she found that she was straddling him from above, his red hair seemingly longer, bloodlike on her pillows. She gazed at him in the dim light…he seemed so familiar to her for some strange reason, his almost unnatural eyes, the paleness of his skin, the red of his hair…


She ran the tips of her fingers down his chest, the light smattering of hair as red as that on his head. The muscles in his chest rippled in the wake of her fingers and he moaned deep in his chest.


She licked her lips, shifting her weight slightly upon his hips, feeling his hardness through her pants… He openly groaned as she settled herself over him and she smirked. She leaned down and kissed his lips, his eyes shut, his face still as pale as ever, but heated. Down his neck to his shoulders, she tasted him, took in his earthy scent.


Her fingers trailed fire down his sides to his hips and to the fly of his jeans. The smattering of red hair was thicker just above the button of his jeans, courser than the rest of his hair, but her fingers kept returning to that place just below his navel, making him shudder.


As her tongue lathed at his flat nipple and her fingers crept past the waistband of his jeans, he growled and grabbed her. With a startled cry she found that she was suddenly below him, his eyes now almost blackened with lust.


\"You are heading into danger…\" he said, his teeth slightly clenched as he pressed his hardness against her.


She whimpered, the ache between her thighs growing with his words… Danger? She was intrigued and twisted her hips slightly against his. With a growl he flicked at the button of her pants and it opened. Next the zipper lowered and the offending and hindering pants were peeled away, leaving her to lie only in her black panties.


She could smell her arousal plainly, with the scent of earth and sandalwood… Her mind was spinning.


He parted her thighs and leaned over her, his lips around her nipple, sucking, nipping and licking. His right hand caressed and squeezed her left breast, making her mewl with pleasure. He growled deep in his throat as she moved against him, the dampness of her panties beginning to soak through his jeans.


Her hands found his hair, which was longer now, burying her fingers in its silky and sweaty tresses. She could not think of how his hair could have grown, or the sharpness of his teeth as he bit into her breast…or the fire in his eyes…or the sharpness of his fingernails…


She was rising up and falling down as the sensations of his mouth on her urged her closer to climax… The pressure against her core, the subtle movement of her hips was bringing her closer to the edge. But as she neared the end, he pulled away, leaving her wanting.


She opened her eyes and looked down toward the foot of her bed. He was kneeling before her, watching her with keen green eyes. She searched his face for something she could not find, no fear, no hesitation, but a questioning look at her, as if he had realized something she had not.


Sitting up, she crossed her arms before her breasts…maybe this had been a mistake? She curled her legs under her and began searching, without moving for her shirt.


\"No…\" he said in a dusky whisper.


She met his eyes, and she saw his wanting there…


\"Do not cover yourself…\" he said leaning forward and reaching out his hand.


She averted her eyes and slowly let her arms drop to her sides. She cautiously glanced at him, the changes she had sensed evident. His hair was longer, sweeping the tops of his shoulders…his teeth were sharpened into fangs, his nails were iridescent and claw like…


\"What…wha…\" she started, daring to look him in the eyes which were just as they had been…aquamarine, greenish blue…backlit with some deep light…


\"Shh… Don\'t speak,\" he said leaning forward, his face close to hers. \"Do you not know me?\" he asked sincerely…


She shook her head…she knew him…but did not… There was something familiar about him, something that she could almost place…


\"Do you still want me?\" he asked then, a slight sadness flying across his face at her admission…but still hope.


She did not know how to answer…her body was still on fire from his touch, her mind told her that she should make him leave, or leave herself…that something was off… But her heart told her something else…as well as her body, which was begging for release.


\"I will not hurt you…I will never hurt you…\" he whispered, leaning closer still so that his lips brushed against her cheek.


She felt her eyes close slowly, and her arms open to grant him come to her…which he did.


He fell into her arms, his lips seeking hers. And when they kissed, she felt his hands on her hips, pushing away her panties. She was startled by the action, but did nothing to push him away. Something in his kiss, in his touch, felt so right.


He laid her down again on the bed and broke the kiss. He looked into her face, wiping away a drop of sweat from her forehead. And then he smiled, wily, fanged…and kissed his way between her breasts to her navel. With one last tug her panties were disposed of and he pressed his cheek to her bare hip.


He urged her legs apart slightly and he bent down. She gasped and nearly flew off the bed as he buried his nose into the trimmed hair at the apex of her thighs. His fingers parted her lips and as he began to lick and nip at her sensitive flesh she moaned, her eyes slamming shut.


He tasted her juices, avoiding that sensitive nub of flesh, his tongue delving inside her. His face was soon coated with her and as she trembled and fisted the sheets under her hips, he grinned. She tasted so good to him, smelled so good… He had waited so long for this moment…


As his lips surrounded her sensitive nub she cried out so loudly that it hurt his ears. But he continued, licking and nipping at her clit, his fingers moving up her thigh and toward her aching hole. One finger entered and she stiffened, then two and her hips began to move.


\"Godssss…\" she hissed, her release rushing upon her.


He moaned, the sensation sending her over the edge. She shuddered violently as he pulled away, his fingers moving inside her as the wave crashed over her and she bit her lower lip, drawing blood. He could hear her heart race, smell the adrenaline rush through her veins, smell her readiness…


As her climax passed and ebbed, she caught her breath only to have it taken again as he kissed her. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and she could taste the tanginess of her blood and the slight bitterness of her own arousal. His tongue teased hers and she sighed.


He pulled away and watched her relax back against the pillows of the bed. He smiled and ran his hands over her trembling legs, still affected by her orgasm. She looked so beautiful, smiling slightly, her lips reddened from kisses and little blood, a thin sheen of sweat covering her pale and lovely body.


He lay down beside her and kissed her face, pulling her into his arms, her face buried into his hair. She draped one shaking leg over his and smiled. All questions that she had had were gone, only the hazy afterglow was left. He listened to her breathing and stroked her hair.


When she recovered completely and let her brain restart from the nothingness of climax, she began to move. Her hand trailing between them to the waistband of his pants, pulling the button loose and slowly lowering the zipper...


She pressed her face to his shoulder as her hand ran down his side to his hip, pushing his jeans lower and lower…


With a frustrated moan she pulled away and pushed him back, his eyes wide with surprise. She pulled off his jeans and licked her lips in satisfaction, gazing at his erection and the oozing tip. He grinned and pulled her back down, letting her straddle his slim hips. His lips assaulted hers as he rolled her over, pinning her to the bed again. His hardness was pressed against her hot core, but he made no motion to enter her. Instead he kissed her body as she groaned in frustration, the ache was growing again and she knew only he could ease her ache.


She moved her hand between them as they kissed and let the tips of her fingers graze his heated flesh. He growled against her lips and shifted slightly so that she could touch him. She pulled her lips away as she grasped his erection in her small palm, her eyes widening at the size. It had not looked as big as she was now finding.


Rolling to her side, he let her explore him, her fingers moving down to caress his sac, lightly covered in the same red hair that was below his navel… He hummed his pleasure as she wrapped her fingers around him, her thumb at his tip, spreading his juices down his length. She stroked him, awkwardly at first, but then with need. He thrust once into her hand and grasped her arm, pushing it away…


\"Not…yet…\" he growled, his eyes flashing dangerously.


She pulled away slightly, her eyes showing her fear and hesitation to touch him again. But she did not need worry for he gathered her up in his arms, sitting up. She gasped as he placed her before him on the bed, her back to him. She could not imagine his strength or his speed and soon she did not think anymore as his hand snake around her thigh and began caressing her soaking nether regions.


She was sobbing as he held her against his chest, on arm around her hips caressing her, the other around her chest, below her breasts, holding her upright and kneeling before him.


\"P…Please…\" she gasped, another climax soon approaching, her juices dripping down to the bed.


His licked at her neck and growled, his erection pressed against her back. He grinned at her heated words and he whispered in her ear… \"Please…please what?\"


She moaned as his fingers entered her, thrusting in and out, but never quite reaching the spot she knew would send her off to the edge of oblivion.


\"Please…I need…need…fuck…\" she gasped, her fingers clawing at his thighs on either side of her. \"I need you!\"


He kissed her neck and removed his wet fingers from her dripping hole and shifted behind her. She was nearly undone, but as he lifted her slightly, the slap of his turgid flesh against her wetness nearly sent her over…


Gently he pushed her forward, letting her rest upon her hands, kneeling before him, restlessly waiting. He kissed her back and leaned forward, the reddened head pushing into her wet heat.


\"Ohhhhh, goddssss…\" she moaned, the sensation of her lover\'s flesh entering her almost painful, but at that point in her arousal, fulfilling.


He grasped her hips and pulled her backward, impaling himself in her… She was so tight, so hot, that he nearly lost himself in just that feeling alone. She was whimpering softly, her body tense as he pushed himself completely inside.


\"Gods, you feel so…\" he started, but could not finish for the overwhelming urge to pound into her had overruled all logical thought. He thrust once and she screamed, twice and she let her face fall into the bed, groaning.


It hurt, she knew, but she did not care anymore, the sensation of being full was so much more… Every thrust she screamed in pleasure, the grip on her hips cutting into her flesh. She could hear him growling and whispering…but not words she understood, but words of some type. She could not ponder upon it as she felt his hands leave her hips and grasp her arms, pulling her up.
He pounded into her, juices dripping, blood from her hips where his nails had dug in…he could only see and feel her… She was shaking violently as he pulled her back so that her back rested against her chest and he had to thrust up into her. He held her tightly, possessively as her breathing began to hitch.


And as she came, her muscles clamping around him, he bit into the left side of her neck, just breaking the skin. She was screaming her release and barely felt the sting of his bite, but did feel the force of his release and hear the throaty groan that rumbled against her back.


She fell forward in a boneless heap upon the bed, his seed and her juices running down her thighs. She could not breathe, her eyes catching sight of his sweaty body and the blood trickling down his chin. His eyes were not human and his hair was falling in crimson waves over his shoulders, as if wind were blowing from some unseen place. He looked like a god, beyond human…


And she fainted, trembling and spent…

TBC