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!
"Lestat, you know I want to, but I can't." comes the soft, delicate voice of ancient beneath the face of beauty. His teeth gleam in the firelight as he smiles at her response.
"So be it then, ma chere. I would give you want I have, Nora, and it not for Maligant you would allow it. Someday you will." with a whisper of the wind he is then gone into the darkness of the night.
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Walking at a furiously preturbed pace he is grumbling the entire time. "Who does she think she is to pass up my affections? I am the Vampire Lestat! Prince of Darkness! and she turns down my offer. Now I must find something to take my mind off all of this. My heart is satiated with blood, but my soul licks it's lips for something more."
The delicious sound of laughter meets his ears and at once his eyes alight on an expansive lot with a white manse as it's centerpiece and lush gardens that surround and extend far. He smiles.
"Yes, this is perfect." he says to himself as he steps through the main doors and is greeted with the chorus of gay laughter, charming smiles, buxom women, gallant and obnoxious males, and children at the sides of their mothers watching all of this evening's splendor with eyes wide with excitement and wonder.
Spying a frail young thing seated against the wall near her mother he walks with the caution of a suitor, yet the poise and confidence of a gentleman. Bowing before the girl's mother, he takes her hand and kisses delicatly. The woman beams with radiance.
"Who might you be young fellow? I am not certain I have seen you at our gatherings before." her smile at him dripping with desire, her bosom heaving as she flutters the fan before her face to calm her rushing pulse.
"Ah madame, you are correct. This is my first night at your gathering and I am much put out that I have not attended before as my eyes have fallen to delight upon your lovely young daughter seated here beside you." His smile is now for the young girl who is merely looking at him with curious eyes, wondering why he must choose her out of all the more eligeable and well-taught women of this soiree.
The older woman cannot disguise her contempt for the young girl as she now is the recipient of his adorations.
"She sir, is not my daughter. She comes from Paris to stay with me as her parents are both deceased. I am her mother's sister."
Lestat nods at this, without taking his eyes off of the young girl before him. He can hear the gentle, delectable beating of her feverent heart. She is still gazing circumspectly at him, trying to figure his motives, why her? Bending down slightly, he kisses her hand as he did the older woman's, smiles, then drawing her closer, whispers into her ear,"Because of your innocence you are beautiful ma chere." He stands back to regard her response and still the look of wonder.
Now looking to the matronly aunt,"Would you mind if I took her to the gardens?" The woman's eyes light up in shock. "Sir! She is a young girl! I will not have her--" she goes to continue, but is interrupted by a sudden outburst from the young girl.
"Fie aunt! I am a young woman, seventeen years of age. If this man has the desire to show me around the gardens then I will be more than delighted to escort him."
She looks at her niece in surprise as she has not spoken one word this entire evening. Looking from her charge to the galant delicious specimen of a man before her she sighs and nods her head in approval. Lestat takes the arm of the girl and leads her away from the bustling crowds of gaiety and liquor.
The wind is gently rustling as they make their way through the garden, lighted only by the distant glow of the manse and the brilliant moonlight. Her arm in his as she loses herself in her thoughts, pondering again this man's motives with her as she has never been with a man before. There was the time in Uncle Gregory's barn that her cousin Pander had took her up in the hayloft and felt up her under her skirt, then took her hand and had her feel the warm throbbing bulge covered by his pants. He had moaned in such a way at her touch she grew heated, climbed down the ladder and ran out of the barn. Ever since that incident she always caught herself glancing curiously at that bulge in men's pants, wondering curiously what it was, but never really wanting to know.
Glancing curiously at the man who had her arm, she grew a bit shy thinking if only he knew what she'd just been pondering, but his eyes are intently ahead. Reaching a marble bench, secluded in a circle of bushes and hedges, he sits her down then seats himself next to her as they remain in silence.
Lestat is hearing all of this girl's innermost thoughts, aching for her, to know and feel her desire. Without a sound he takes her hand and places it on the bulge in his pants. She gasps and immediately pulls her hand away, looking at him in utter shock. He smiles more prominently now, his canines glistening.
"What....what are you?" she mutters, eyes still transifx upon his.
"Whatever you would have me to be." Then his hand takes her neck and pulls her entire body to meet his own as they both now straddle the marble bench facing one another. His lips descend with maddening fury upon hers, slipping his tongue inside her mouth. Her sense reeling as this is like nothing she has ever felt before. Each kiss upon her neck sends a bolt of exquisite electricity throughout her entire body as she feels a moist wetness building deep within. She shudders as both of his hands carefully pull the front of her bodice down revealing her pink eager nipples. The wind rushes around them and the nipples become hard, almost beckoning. Lestat can stand it no longer and bends to take one into his mouth. Her head falling back as she lets out a moan similar to the one Pander had given so many years ago. Realizing how restrictive the clothing has to be, Lestat reaches behind her and tears the bodice all the way up the back and flings it away from her on the ground beside the bench. Her upper torso now in full naked glory to his hungry eyes, he looks to her and sees a smile form on her lips. It is she who comes close to him, pressing them against him as she whispers softly,"Do you like what you see?" and giggles slightly. He is intoxicated with this mortal as never he had been before this time.
"Mmm...yes, of course, you are sumptuous and quite pleasing to my ravenous eyes." he purrs into her ear as he claims her lips again. He licks at her nipples, suckling them as a child, relishing her moans as his hand slips up under her skirts to the throbbing mound of wetness that is heatedly forming. He begins caressing her gently as he continues to caress her breasts with his devilish tongue. He can smell her blood coursing through her veins and it excites him even more, but that is not his hunger this night. Already satiated on blood he licks at the lust within his loins and this young woman is the perfect sacrifice for him.
"How...how did...you....know my thoughts?" she says to Lestat through heated gasps as he continues his seduction. He pauses for a moment and looks into her eyes.
"What do you think?" in complete curiosity and seriousness.
"I think that you are more than a mere man...." her words shock even her as they come tumbling off her tongue. But she is relieved when he smiles at her almost questioning statement.
"Mmm...ma chere, you are correct. I am the devil of all men. The Prince of Darkness. The Fiend of the Night. I am what you would have me be."
Her mind is trying to take in his responses, wondering if he was merely playing with words or if he truly is some dark creature of the night, yet the aching between her legs is growing, her nipples throbbing, her lips aching to be harshly taken once more. No, there will be time to ponder this being later.
Her tongue tracing his lips as her hands remove his coat and shirt so his upper torso is now bare. The sight of his bare chest before her drives her almost to the brink of delicious madness, but he kisses her roughly before she can stare any longer. His hand caressing her moistness with vigor and tenderness, her hips writhing against his hand for more. Lestat lays her upon her back, the cool marble bench touching her skin causes her to gasp slightly. His heated tongue flicking against the taut nipples, then drawing them entirely to his mouth as he sucks on them once more. His hand still caressing her, his fingers dipping into the velvety moisture as she cries out to him.
"Oh! Oh please! Tell me your name! What is your name?"
He growls hungrily.
"My name is Lestat."
Then his lips descend upon the moistness between her legs. Feeling his lips upon her throbbing, aching desire she practically screams aloud.
"Oh gosh! Yes, Lestat! Yyyeeessss!!!!" she cries as her hands caress her breasts, unable to even remotely contain the utter deliciousness of everything as his tongue slides deep within her and she moans to the heavens for more and more. Ravishing her with his tongue, his hands upon her hips, eating her up, every single drop of her luscious wetness dripping onto his voracious, desire-laden tongue.
He pauses momentarily and looks up at her, giving her a moment to relax as her body is completely convulsing with little tremors to be replaced by an almost euphoric wave of sedation. He kisses her lips gently and she draws him close, whispering into his ear,"Take me, Lestat. Take me for I am a woman of great desire this night. My how I want you...mmmm....ohhh.." as she lays her head back down, her tender breasts rising and falling. He smiles.
Drawing his pants down slightly he takes her hand and places it upon his heated throbbing desire. She is curious as she feels it grow even warmer and hard under her touch.
"Lay back down." he commands with a tender purr-like quality to the tone of his voice. She obeys as he leans down over her, wrapping his arms around her back and drawing her breasts against him. He kisses the end of her nose and shocks himself for a moment, almost to the point of breaking this hedonistic trance. She smiles and kisses his nose in return. Taking her lips tenderly then travelling down to her heated mass once again, licking with his tongue as she bucks against his mouth in delight. She is slick with desire. At that moment he comes into her and she cries out, her head falling back.
Gentle at first he rides into her, getting over the inital feeling of pain she lets the wonder of the whole act overtake her until she is moving with him, aching against him. He begins to ride her harder, slapping into her sex now dripping with fire. He lets out a moan as he holds her against him, riding her as he feels his climax arriving. Beginning to shake he cries out and kisses her ever-so-passionately and exclaims,"Oh Elaina! My Elaina! My beautiful, sweet, innocent, mortal Elaina!" She drowns his words with her tongue, dancing with his own. He arrives at his climax and she feels his heated desire fill her completely. His lips feverishly kissing her face, her neck, her breasts, her lips.
"Oh God Elaina,....oh god....."
"Hush Lestat....hushh....." she smiles as she kisses him full and intensely upon his wet lips.
He withdraws and lays her down as he fights to compose himself, drawing his pants back up to their rightful position. After a few moments he turns his head and looks at her, totally naked now laying in full glory, bathed in the soft moonlight, looking like a radiant goddess. No wonder men adore women, such delicate creatures who seek to give their love and their physical affections to those whom they trust. Then those frail beauties who trust too easily and are then hurt by us men, the beasts, the satyrs of this wild garden of Life, licking their lips for the prize and discarding the soul that only wants to love and be loved in return. Women are creatures of love, pure and simple.
She smiles as he bends and takes her in his embrace, kissing her lips with gentleness. She sighs, resting against him.
"I love you, Elaina." he whispers into the night.
These words shock him out of his state. Yes, I have come for what I wanted and now I must go for the sun will be coming soon anyhow. Yes, I must leave. How could I have said such a silly declaration of commitment to a mortal woman!?
"Elaina, I must leave you now. Come, let us get you dressed." and he stands.
"But why, Lestat?" her brow creased with concern.
"I told you. I am the Prince of Darkness, the white devil of men's worst nightmares, I leave at sunrise for in the rays of the sun I do not survive." This he says with thee most matter-of-fact tone and he realizes his blunder when he sees her eyes go white with fear.
She rapidly gathers up her things, her mind telling her to flee, that she is in danger, but when she looks up before running off she finds that she is alone. She pauses for a moment, silently looking around, but sees and hears nothing out of the ordinary. True, the sun is indeed rising soon as the sky is already lightening. She puts her skirts back on, does what she can with her bodice and holds it in place as she runs away from the spot where her passion was realized and her lustful burning desire was conceived.
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Swiftly he arrives to Nora's castle and rushes in without invitation. "Lestat! What are you doing back here?"
"I need to stay here for the day, Nora. Please, don't ask questions, I....I just need to stay here."
Clearly puzzled, yet compassionate to his state. "Alright Lestat, you are welcome to stay here as long as you need to."
Without any further talking he rushes down into a darkened room, crawls into the bed as there is no sunlight that penetrates this deep down, closes his eyes and sighs as he feels his strength leave him. Ah, so it is over finally. Yes, god what a fool I am. But she hates me now and tomorrow I shall make sure she no longer seeks me out, hates me for good. That should be easily accomplished as I am an unnatural man, an immortal satyr after all. Mmm...yes....peaceful sleep. I must rest now.
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Her shoes clicking madly as she runs upon the streets, the light of the sun blinding to her eyes as she rushes up the steps and flings herself through the massive doors of the rectory. It is too early for anyone else to be here, so quiet it is that she can only hear her own breath, heavy and tired. A hand touches her shoulder and she spins around with a loud gasp. It is only the Father. Would I care to talk with him in the confessional? Of course, yes, that is why I came after all.
"Forgive me Father for I have sinned."
"Yes my child, what is it that you have done?"
"I have given myself, my body, my passion over to the devil himself."
At this the priest is concerned, but he has heard such things before. "Are you so sure my child?"
"Yes, Father, he told me himself that he could not survive during the day, only at night could he be seen. He took me into the gardens, he made love to me father.." her voice drops lower,"...with his tongue." Even behind the screen she sees him tense up with such a revelation.
"My child, how can you be sure this was the devil?"
Then for a moment she is silent.
"My child..?"
"What's more Father......is....." she strays off.
"Child?...."
A heaviness descends between them, then her laughter cuts his thoughts like a sharp knife, quiet at first, but then grows louder as it resounds throughout the whole church.
"Child! calm these hysterics!" the Father commands, obviously uneasy with this woman who claims to have lain with the devil himself.
She bolts out of the confessional and he follows. She turns around to him, flashes her damnedest smile, gives him a slight wink and says,"Ya know what Father?" He is obviously puzzled. She walks slowly up to him, pressing her body entirely against him, her hand upon the bulge she now knows so well and whispers,"I liked it." Licking her lips and blowing a kiss she struts out of the church smiling, relishing the coming nightfall and her hopeful reunion with her devilish lover.
*~The End~*
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"He could read my thoughts father! He knows about Pander! He smiled at me...ohh....his lips Father....his eyes....his skin....so white. He called himself 'the white devil of every man's worst nightmare'!"