Author's Rating- R, Warning: If you are in the least way offended by reading acts of a strong sexual nature between anyone then I would advise you to not read this. If you choose to read this anyway and are appalled and/or offended in any way, you were warned. Now that all of that is done, Enjoy!
It is a warm night in New York City. I walk along the lonely streets listening to my french made shoes clicking on the sidewalk as I travel to my destination. How good it is to be back here. My name is Lestat for those of you who do not know of me. If you know absolutely nothing of my life or nature then I strongly recommend you to read my books for I have written several.
I have remained in New Orleans with my companion and confidante, Louis. It has been years since my last real serious adventure. I needed to get away from that place for a moment and rediscover other venues of pleasure. That desire is what has brought me here to the streets of NYC this evening.
Silently, without so much as a rustle from the cap that I still don now and then, I am on the balcony of an apartment room. I creep inside the darkened room where a couple is sleeping silently in their bed. Swiftly I get around the side of the bed and I whisper softly into the ear of the woman. Her eyes flash open at the sound of my voice, she awakens and upon seeing my face a huge smile is on her face.
"Shhh...ma chere, I want you to come and take a walk with me. Will you?"
"Yes." she says softly in a regular mortal whisper.
She gently climbs from the bed, careful not to wake her sleeping partner. She puts on a light coat and I escort her to the balcony. She looks at me in wonder.
"Lestat, what are you going to do? We have to get down to the street and the only way to get there is by the stairs."
"Au contrare mon amour." I flash her a devilish smile.
I put my arms completely around her and she clings to me tightly, most unsure of what is about to take place. When she opens her eyes again she is astonished because we are on the streets below the balcony. Amazed, she looks up at the balcony then to me.
"How did you..?"
I silence her by kissing her gently on her silken pink lips. She swoons a bit in my arms and closes her eyes. Reading her thoughts I can hear her speak, telling herself how she has longed for such a kiss from me for many years. Ever since we first met eachother in a small town of Darlanda in Venezuela she has never forgotten the angel who kept his promise to her. The one who made her see her worth and made her truly happy.
She opens her eyes and smiles sweetly. I give her a smile of my own in return and escort her down the street. It is early in the morning, 1 o'clock or so. Surprisingly there are not many people around. We reach the park and sit together on one of the benches, reminding us both of our encounters in Darlanda quite vividly. I suppose one never really leaves the past.
For a while neither she nor I say anything, but I can hear her thoughts as if she were speaking them aloud. She is excited, that much I could tell by her body language. It has been years since we last spoke in New Orleans when I told her to marry the man she is with now and that I would always be there for her.
Now, here we are once again. I look at her and see that she is looking at me curiously. Yes, I tell myself, I came here this night with specific intentions and I have yet to fullfill them. I stand and help her up from the bench. I usher her into the maze of gardens and all around us are flowers in bloom. Finding a secluded spot where we should not be disturbed I sit her down on the lush green grass and then sit next to her.
The moon is full and bright, casting a lovely incandescent glow onto everything it touches. I must look lovely in this light, my fierce white skin practically glowing, looking the part of an actual angel quite nicely.
She puts her arms around me and clings to me tightly as a child to their parent. I can tell her mind is troubled about something.
"What is on your mind ma chere?" I say to her softly as I tenderly begin to stroke her hair through my fingers.
"I have longed to hold you again for so many years. I just can't believe that now I am finally able to once again."
"Well, here I am. How have things been with you mon cheri?"
"As well as things can go really. Nothing horrible. Grant is a really nice guy and takes good care of me. I enjoy his company greatly and he is quite compassionate. But, every now and then, my thoughts still drift to you and wonder what you are doing and how different my life would be if I were with you."
"It would be a life that you could not bear and neither could I. I am not the faithful type Eliana, never have been and probably never will be. I must admit, however, that when I met you, for the first time in my life I actually felt like I would stay faithful to someone."
She presses her head against my side in acknowledgement of my words. This desire in me is becoming unbearable and I can hold it down no longer. I take her chin in my hand and lift it up so that I may look into her eyes. She stares deeply into mine and is then intoxicated as I kiss her. Her entire body responds to my actions as if it had known what would happen this night and has longed for this encounter forever.
Laying her on her back in the grass I slowly remove her jacket then slowly begin unbuttoning her light blouse as I continue to kiss her. She wraps her arms around my neck and begins kissing me in return. Freeing her breasts from the restraint of the blouse I gently take a beckoning nipple inbetween my moist lips and caress it with my tongue. I hear her moan softly as I take the other into my mouth. I reclaim her lips as I kiss her with great passion from this craving that is driving me absolutely insane. I then unzip her jeans and pull them off her legs. It is a humid night so I have no worry of her catching a chill. I massage her breasts in my hands as I my kisses descend lower and lower until reaching her panties. I slowly pull them down then my lips caress the moist tenderness of her inner thigh. She cries out in reaction to this act and with that I slip my tongue deeply inside her. Her body arches as she feels my tongue deep inside of her. With my hands upon her delicate hips I tenderly and lustfully make love to her with my tongue. With each lick and thrust she cries aloud, her sweet juices rushing forth to greet my beckoning lips. Now is the time, I cannot wait any longer.
With that I withdraw my tongue from her sweetness and gently massage her while I reclaim her mouth again. My kisses become wild and intense. I kiss her lips, then her cheek, and down to her neck where she gasps aloud. Still massaging her with my hand I kiss her neck passionately until I know she is fully intoxicated and I penetrate her skin with my teeth, drawing out the blood that is rushing free to my lips full of the lifeforce that gives her this intense passion and desire. She cries out as she feels the penetration, but after that she just closes her eyes and listens to her heart and the feeling of my hand still tenderly massaging her as her sweet juices flow onto my fingers.
Her heart begins to slow and I withdraw myself from her. I vowed never to take her life for I was to be her protector, not her destroyer. I lick at my fingers and gently pull her panties back up. I put her jeans back on her body as well as her blouse. She is in a sedated, dream-like state so she doesn't have the strength to do this if she tried. I drape her coat around her body and pick her up into my arms as a husband does to his wife when crossing the threshold to their home after marriage.
Back in her room I lay her softly onto her bed, taking the coat off her before doing so and laying that on the floor. I pull the covers about her neck and I see the marks already beginning to heal themselves. Looking upon her sweet angelic face I see a look of contentment about her. I smile knowing that I gave her something she has been yearning for since the day we met. No, I doubt I will ever be able to take her life, but that does not bother me. I chose to be her protector and angel, therefore I shall always be so.
I bend over her body and gently kiss her forehead as I whisper into her ear ,"Goodnight and sweet dreams ma chere."
She stirs a bit, but thankfully, does not wake for she is still quite weak. With my craving filled I stand on her balcony looking to the moon in the sky. How many moons I have seen in the many centuries of my immortal life. I look to the east, my body responding to the internal feeling that tells me the sun will soon be rising in a couple of hours.
It is time for me to return home to my companion and see what he has been up to in my absence this evening. With that I rush into the air and fly off towards New Orleans, to my companion, to Louis.
*~The End~*
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