Bloodmates

She is ready. I have waited for this time my entire life -- eighty-five years is pretty impressive for a seemingly normal man, modern technology aside -- and my bloodmate is finally fully mature Now Now, I suppose I should explain what I mean. I\'m not an ordinary man. My baby-fine hair is silvery white, my skin is the color of fine crushed almonds, and my eyes are golden and feline in appearance. I\'m really not that tall, about five-foot-five, and pleasantly slender and smooth; my body has a fine dusting of silver hair that almost glows in the proper light but is practically invisible the rest of the time.

Aside from my rather remarkable physicapearpearance, I am at least three varieties of supernatural creature. I was born a werecat, my first change came when I was thirteen. Those poor girls just about ruptured their vocal chords when I -- in the form of a large white lion -- ran through that birthday party. Actually, it was kinda fun.

When I was sixteen, the dreams began, of the delicately, lonely blonde waif, and how sweet her blood would taste, how warm it would feel flowing down my throat, saturating my flesh. It didn\'t take me long to realize the nature of my initial desires; I had been fond of the taste of blood before, but now I craved it. More specifically, I craved her. My bloodmate.

I loved her, even though I had never, and now, it was only a matter of time before she was ready for me to come to her.

Yes, I\'m a vampire. A different sort than you\'re probably familiar with, though I did run afoul of your standard neck-romancer©, hence my triple nature. Complicated, yes, but it serves me quite well, so I\'m not complaining. Besides, I don\'t think I would look nearly so good for my beloved otherwise.

Now, back to the task at hand. She was finally completely mature, so now it was just a matter of finding her and making her mine. Thanks to the nature of our bondv, that wasn\'t going to be a problem. However, there was the issue of the introduction. Most modern girls weren\'t ready to accept the word of a strange man -- believe me, I\'m stranger than most, I should know -- that he had fallen in love with a dream-vision of her. I guess I\'ll figure out what to say when I get that far. I\'m pretty good like that.

Within a couple of days that I became aware of my bloodmate\'s maturity, my affairs were in order, my bags were packed, and one night, immediately after rising, I hit the road.


Forty-eight hours later, one question began popping into my head: what young woman in their right mind would want to live in Miami?? I mean, really! The drivers were nuts, the bugs swarm constantly, the prices are way too high, the heat, the humidity, the touchy weather...

Enough rambling. She\'s at the beach. I can see why; it\'s a gorgeous, sultry night.

I suppose it would behoove me to switch POVs, it\'ll be simpler. Ready?


Ekien padded delicately down the beach, having taken his boots off back at the bike (he drives a Harley trike, fast, strong, steady). He could see the slender, delicately formed female walking slowly into the water, even as he strode toward her beach towel. He smiled gently, enjoying the sight of her graceful body entering the water. \"Beautiful...\" He whispered, his body responding to this youthful vision of femininity.

The leather of his harness creaked a bit as he sat by her towel to await her return. He looked at the towel. \"Sailor Moon, how cute.\" He smiled; Sailor Moon was one of Elizabeth\'s favorite shows. The smile vanished, however, and one hand darted out to pick up the orange prescription bottle. His golden eyes first narrowed, then widened at the label on the half-empty bottle, and the standard warning to not combine this stuff with alcohol. \"Sleeping pills??\" The empty liquor bottles (the miniature ones you get on airplanes) also on the towel told the rest of the tale. \"S-she\'s trying to kill herself...!\"

He was off the sand like a shot, and dove into the water, beginning the frantic search for the girl he had come for. She was just starting to really sink below the surface of the water, the combination of the potent drugs and liquor doing their job. He sliced through the water and grabbed her securely but gently, lifting her to the surface and quickly towing her to the shore. He carried her up onto the sand and laid her down on her stomach, her head toward the water, massaging her back and sides.

Shortly, she coughed, choked, and finally retched up what seemed like several gallons of water. He sighed with relief, looking at her with concern as her coughs and gasps turned to sobs. \"Are... are you...?\" He began slowly.

She whirled on him. \"Why?? Why did you save me?!\" She demanded.

He sat back, gaping at her in shock. How could he tell her the truth, even after saving her life?

He didn\'t have time to think of a good answer, though. She suddenly leaned forward, getting a better look at him. \"No... no, you\'re not real!\" She lunged to her feet and managed to stagger several yards before tripping and falling. He was beside her again, and turned her over, only to stagger back again, almost falling, as she lunged up and hugged him tightly, sobbing again. After a mom moments, he relaxed, and stroked her back gently, comforting her.


Later, in a hotel room, in an effort to keep her awake until the drugs had worked out of her system, \"What did you mean when you said...?\"

\"That you weren\'t real?\"

\"Yes.\"

She sighed, looking down into her mug of coffee. \"I\'ve been dreaming about you, as long as I can remember. I started seeing a therapist about a year ago, for depression...\" She took a sip, making a face; the coffee, besides not being the greatest quality, was unsweetened. \"That bitch had the gall to tell me that the image of the man I had been dreaming about, night after night, which had been up till then been the only thing keeping me from killing myself, wasn\'t real, that I had made you up, and that I shouldn\'t be dreaming about you because such dreams and fantasies were for weaklings and cowards.\" She swallowed loudly.

\"My god...\" He whispered.

\"And then... and then she prescribed those pills, so that I wouldn\'t dream anymore.\" A tear fell into her coffee, disturbing the glossy obsidian surface.

He sighed, then a thought occurred to him. \"Why would you want to kill yourself at all? I mean, you\'re beautiful, and you seem very smart...\"

She smiled. \"I\'m glad you think so, but... Its because n-n-no one wants me... I grew up in an orphanage, and was never adopted. I don\'t have a boy- or girlfriend, no real friends at all. All I had was you.\" She fidgeted, and yawned.

\"Damn, the coffee\'s not working...\"

She shook her head. \"No, its not.\"

\"I might have to take you to the hospital. There\'s not telling if there\'s anything I could do to help you right now...\"

She shook her head firmly. \"No, no hospitals. Those places scare me. All those dying people...\" She shuddered.

He sighed. \"Well, there\'s a few things I could try...\" He lifted one arm, and gashed his wrist with his thumbnail. Dark garnet red welled up from the small wound. She gasped loudly. \"One small drink will probably be enough to negate the effects of the pills.\"

\"B-but...\"

\"I know, its kinda gross. But right now, it\'s your best chance.\"

She blinked slowly, licked her lips nervously, and then leaned down. He gasped loudly at the electrical touch of her soft lips on his skin, shivering as her tongue touched the wound, drawing his blood into her body. She took a couple of swallows, then recoiled with a gasp. \"God, oh God, that was... that was...\"

He put her arms around her, and kissed her gently, sighing at her warmth. She blinked, tensing a little, then moaned and leaned into his embrace. /Soft... and warm... gods, better than I had ever hoped.../ He gently started leaning down, laying her back on the bed, now reaching up to stroke her hair.

She suddenly put her hands on his chest, pushing gently. \"W-wait...\"

He blinked. \"What\'s wrong?\"

She smiled sheepishly. \"I\'m all salty from my swim. I should shower before we...\" She blushed.

He smiled tenderly. \"I\'ll join you. I could use the shower, too.\"

She blushed a bit more, but nodded, accepting his help in standing. She turned and headed for the bathroom, while he stayed behind to remove his garments, kicking off his boots before removing his pants, then his harness. /My fingers... they\'re actually trembling.../ He smiled a little, flexing his hands to ease the shaking before continuing to undress.

When he was finished, he heard the water switch on, and slipped into the bathroom. Elizabeth was just straightening, and kicking the sodden pink heap of her bathing suit out of the way. \"Oh, gods...\" He breathed, leaning on the doorjamb. \"You\'re beautiful...\"

She turned back to him, forcing herself to keep her eyes on his face. \"Thanks... S-so\'re you...\"

He smiled at her gently, and walked forward. \"Shall we?\"

\"Um, sure...\" She turned around and entered the shower, leaving the curtain slightly open for him. He stepped in, moaning a little as the warm water ran over his cool skin, then moaned a little more at the sight of the beautiful woman in the shower with him. Droplets of water glistened on her skin, and he reached out to take the soap from the shelf. He wet it down, lathered his hands, then stepped forward to start stroking and massaging her back.

She gasped a le ale at the touch, then moaned, relaxing under the caresses. Her breathing softened as his hands slid around her sides to her belly, then up to her chest. His hands slid over her small, perfectly formed breasts, listening to her breath catching as his fingers ran over her small pink nipples. \"Like that, love?\" He whispered into her ear, his fingers running in gentle circles around the hardening flesh. He smiled at her faint but urgent nod, then pinched firmly. She let out a yelp, arching her back, grinding her small, soft rear back against him. He ground forward gently, letting her feel his hardening manhood while enjoying her shivers of delight.

One of his hands slipped back down to her belly, then lower, his fingers combing through her sparse golden pubes, then slipping into the soft-fleshed cleft. She moaned loudly as his soapy finger slid over the hard, hot nub above the gateway to her womb. Her head rocked back onto his shoulder, exposing the side of her neck. He bent his head down to softly lick and kiss the newly bared skin, feeling his fangs emerge. /I could... It would be so very easy to take her now, to taste the living blood I have cravinceince I came of age.../ He allowed the needle-sharp points to lightly pierce her skin allowing several small droplets to well up. He lapped delicately, moaning and shivering all over, his hard shaft twitching as he nearly climaxed from the mere taste of her. A pearlescant droplet of his essence oozed from the fine slit in his manhood. \"Gods, Elizabeth...\" He gasped. \"I must have you... all of you...\"

She moaned, her own body responding to the passion that he was offering her. \"Y-y-yes... oh god, take me...\" She hissed, then cried out as he slipped his finger into her.

\"Tight... very tight...\" He whispered in her ear. \"Wet, too. This is going to be wonderful...\" He drew her back a bit, letting the shower-water rinse the soap from her skin, even from her tender, virgin slit, using his fingers to gently stroke the soap away, also bringing her further pleasure. After a few moments, he gently bent her forward, directing her to put her hands on the wall to balance herself, before dropping to his knees behind her. He studied the slightly swollen, pink flesh; her labia were slightly spread, revealing the darker, glistening skin of her core. It looked very much like a rainforest orchid, and he felt a very deep desire to taste the nectar of this fleshly flower.

She moaned softly, quivering, as she felt his cool, rough tongue lapping and stroking her slit, probing inside her a little, then caressing her largish clitoris. He moaned at the clean, sweet, fresh taste of her early juices, then smiled faintly at her quiet \"eep\" of surprise as he reached a little higher, pushing at her pale pink pucker. He returned to her slit, raising one hand, stroking and probing at her anus with his slender tapered thumb. She moaned anew, then cried out as the taboo entrance was breached. He sucked and licked at her clit, using his free hand to hold her still, her body starting the buck a little. He bit down lightly, then recoiled as her body shuddered violently, her rear entrance squeezing his thumb, almost hard enough to cut off circulation. He listened to her low, growling moan, and waited patiently for her to calm and relax before leaning forward again to sample the fresh juices. They tasted different, muskier, a little spicy, but still so sweet. He sighed, letting his cool breath fan out over her heated flesh, straightening as she shivered gently, withdrawing his thumb a little before thrusting it back in. She let out a soft grunting gasp, quivering. \"Ready, love?\" He pressed the bulbous head of his manhood against her slippery slit, holding back just a little.

After a few moments, she nodded, once, and that was all he needed. Her cry of mingled pleasure and pain echoed through the small space as she tossed her head. He thrust slowly and easily, moaning a little at the heat, moistness, and tightness of her previously virgin sheath. \"Mmm, incredible...\" He sighed, starting to work his thumb in time to his movements. She shook and moaned, pain fading quickly to be replaced with the pleasure of penetration. After a few moments, she started pushing back against him firmly, tossing her head a bit. He leaned down, and whispered, \"I want to see your face. I want to watch your face when you come, and I want to feel your limbs around me when I drink from you as I come.\"

She moaned a little, shivering at the intensity of his words, but she regained enough sanity to reach down and turn the water off. He pulled out slowly, enjoying the sight of his shaft sliding smoothly out of her, listening to her quiet moan as she shivered gently. His eyebrows furrowed at the sight of the amount of red on her haunches, and, consequently, his groin and shaft. She straightened slowly, shook her legs out a little, and then reached for one of the monogrammed hotel towels. She made a face as the fluffy terry cloth came away stained. \"Blech, as bad as when I\'m mensing.\"

He laughed, a little startled, but glad to see that her good humor was still intact, even if her hymen wasn\'t. He grabbed a second towel and dried off as best he could before climbing out behind her. She led the way out to the bed and sat down somewhat shyly, her towel wrapped around her torso. He sat beside her and put his arms around her, leaning down to kiss her tenderly. She sighed gently, her warm breath fanning over his cheek. His arms tightened gently as his lips parted, massaging her mouth. She moaned, leaning against him a bit before starting to lean back onto the bed, drawing him down on top of her.

She slid her arms around him gently, stroking his back softly. He sighed at carecaresses, letting his tongue slide out to touch her lips. Her curious tongue eased out as well, sliding over the faintly rough flesh, moaning very softly, her eyes closing. He slipped one hand down, and splayed his fingers over her warm, smooth thigh, starting to slide his hand up under her towel, caressing softly. She squirmed a little under his weight as he tickled her a bit, then shivered as his fingertips wandered over her rear and explored the smooth canyon between her buttocks. Now he sat up and lovingly unwrapped the towel, smiling as she was bared once more. She smiled back shyly, blushing a little at his scrutiny.

\"You are... so lovely...\" He breathed.

Her blush deepened. \"Thank you for thinking so, but...\"

He reached down and gently cupped one hand over her mouth. \"Hush. I don\'t think so, I know so.\" He smiled tenderly at her, removed his hand, and leaned down to kiss her gently. After a few moments, he lifted his lips, and trailed down her jaw-line to her neck. He kissed her there, over her pulse-beat, hovering delicately, fighting the urge to drink. He pushed up and looked her in the face. \"Are you ready to take me in again, lover?\" At her faint nod, he sat up and reached between them, guiding the head of his quivering, steely manhood to her entrance, rubbing up and down to tease her a little before pressing against her incredibly inviting pink slit, sliding inward slowly.

She moaned softly as her sheath stretched to accommodate the fleshy guest, welcoming him like a part of her own self. Her body arched gently, rocking against him. He let out a grunting moan, biting his lip a little, squeezing his eyes shut as he began thrusting slowly. He could feel how close Elizabeth was getting to her climax, and he quickly dipped down to her neck, kissing firmly before opening his mouth on her vein. She gasped, then cried out sharply as searing pleasure burned through her flesh, carrying her over the edge into oblivion.

He gave his fangs a gentle pulse, sending a fresh wave of pleasure through her quaking, quivering body, before withdrawing. He let out a low trembling moan that grew into a growl of lust as her blood, the blood he had been craving for nearly seventy years, flooded his mouth and senses with heat and sweetness. He held her tightly as he sucked, wanting to saturate his entire being with her life. As he drank, he came, spraying his cold semen into her sheath, filling her with his sticky essence.

Some part of him, whether human or vampire, bade him to stop and lick the wounds. They healed swiftly, and he rolled, drawing her on top of him, cuddling her softly as her breathing returned to normal. She pushed herself up, looking into his face lovingly. Suddenly, she yelped anew, her back arching, her head almost touching his chest. The flesh of her back writhed fiercely, then she screamed as her skin split open, releasing a pair of milky-white angelic wings. A warm white Light cascaded down around them, centered on her. She sat up, gazing upward into the Light in awe and wonder, rich, resonant Voices speaking to her softly. After several moments, her eyes closed, the Light fading, and she all her herself to be drawn down into his arms once more. Tears fell from her eyes, tears of love and joy.

\"What was that, love?\" He asked softly, stroking her hair and neck tenderly.

\"The Light... the Goddess spoke to me...\" She blinked slowly, and looked up at him again. \"I love you...\"

He blinked slowly, ruby tears welling in his eyes. \"I l-love you, to...\" He whispered. Then, with a choked sob, he clutched her to him.


All right, to switch POVs again, all of this happened going on twenty years ago. Elizabeth and I were happily married a beautiful Beltaine evening, the summer after our joining. It was only a formality, our hand-fasting, seeing as we were joined more closely than any church could bind us. We\'re so happy.

Elizabeth is still as beautiful as she was that night. Only the nature of her eyes has changed; they\'re deeper, brighter, wiser.


Oh yes. And we\'re expecting the birth of our first child. It\'s an absolute miracle. Makes me wonder how many brownie points she had to cash in with her Mother (the Goddess) to get it to happen. She says that it\'s perfectly natural for extraordinary women like her to produce children with supposedly sterile men or even women, in such a way that a paternity test would show him/her to be the biological parent. I\'m not entirely sure I believe her. Not that biological parentage matters to me. I will raise it like my own even if it comes out green and covered in scales. Hell, that\'s an interesting thought...


Ow, so much for that idea. Elizabeth slugged me when I suggested genetic manipulation. Some women, I swear.

In any case, I\'m a house-vamp. No more real adventures for me for a great while. Elizabeth keeps me fed, and careful investments have assured our family\'s future, so there is little left to say.


All right, there\'s one thing: follow your dreams. And your bliss. Because when you follow them both, wonderful things have been known to happen.

Fin