chapter 1
hunger
Opening the large mahogany doors of my apartment, I hear that familiar beautiful voice echoing from behind the wall that separates the foyer and the living room.
“Ian, Is that you?” coos the voice. An undertone of laziness dances between each beautiful syllable, causing a smile to creep across my lips.
“Yes, Ashe, I’m home.” I respond reassuringly while removing my heavy suit jacket and hanging it on the tall brass coat rack besides the front door.
Rounding the wall into the living room, I remove my vest and tie, throwing them both on the ottoman at the base of the red leather plush chair that I proceed to sink into. Across from me lay Ashlee, sprawled across the couch, feet up in the air. Her bright green eyes illuminated in the darkness by the incandescent flickering from the television. Hues of browns and greens dances across her face, as a lovely couple attempts to find their dream house with the help of a spunky real estate agent. She wrinkles her noses, as she sucks in a tiny sniffle, the freckles that dot across the bridge of her nose dance.
“I see you’re exactly where I left you this morning.” A playful wickedness cuts through my lecturing tone.
“No! I moved, a bit.” Her arms crossed in front of her now puffed up chest, her gaze adverts from the television to me deflated on plush chair. “Sweetheart, you look awful. You’re hungry aren’t you!”
“Only a little…”I am starving. Pangs of guilty do battle with pangs of hunger for supremacy over my gut. Hunger always won out in the end, no matter how much I hated doing it to her.
“How many times do I have to tell you? Tell me when you need to eat! How long has it been? It has to be a few days now.” It is amazing how quickly she adopts the lecturing tone I mocked her with not moment before.
“Three.” I admit sheepishly. She rises from the couch walks over to the television shutting it off before folding into the night only to reappear on my lap.
I feel her lips on my mine as her hands explore my hair, ears, neck and shoulders, she pulls away my head peeling away from the leather attempting to hold on to one more moment.
“Come on.” A set of green eyes flanked by her hands extends from the darkness beckoning me forth to the bedroom.
It’s a strange idea, the prey leading the predator to feast. This act is one of the many oddities of this deal, this relationship, this symbiosis. Ashlee takes me into the bedroom, immediately pushing me gently onto the bed. My body falls into the warm blankets still unmade from the last night’s sleep. Her eyes pass over me with a glint of excitement shining brightly into her emerald green iris. I enjoy her foreplay: the fusion of eroticism that accompanies my carnal act makes both the acts that more satisfying for the both of us. To watch my prey dance seductively in front of me, to watch her remove her sheer white tee, exposing a perfectly fitted laced beige with interwoven accents of red trim. I loved seeing that bra, every time she danced for me wearing nothing but this bra, the color always painted a picture of how our bodies would be soon: beige and red.
She bends over slowly, removing her tight fitted jeans. Ensuring to linger as long as possible, leaving me biting my lip with a burning mixture of anticipation and desire. She knows exactly how to get me, even after years and years of foreplay; this act has never gotten old. The way she looks, twenty-four forever, how could it? Her auburn hair drapes down onto her back as she rises again looking over her shoulder at me.
Before I could utter a single word, she was upon me. With a forceful push, she positions me on my back, and I knew this game; this power play of hers would not last. As she kisses me, sliding her hands up and down the length of my chest, I carefully pick her up and reposition myself, regaining my dominance, which was very truly lost. Her body trembles under my gaze, as I run my fingers up and down the length of her inner thigh, teasing her of a promise of pleasures yet to come. I lick my lips every bit of her looks delicious. Her eyes stare intently into mine and I lean into her to close the gap, returning that deep kiss she gave me on the leather armchair. I return that kiss she so lovingly gave me, but now with more force, more passion. Now with a hunger that only she could satisfy. One hand tangles through the hair in the back of her head as the other follows the small of her back down pulling her body into mine. My lips pull away only for a moment, but that moment feeling like an eternity. They return to her body, finding a home in her neck. Tenderly I kiss down from her neck to her clavicle, to her breastbone, ensuring that at each of her wondrous breasts I stop to give them the attention they deserve. Caressing and squeezing with my available hand as I suck, tease and play until she stands at attention like myself. I continue down to her belly button, hipbone, the small tuft of hair, trimmed into a perfect strip that lies above her lips.
I spread her wide with my thumbs as her legs spread open for me. I dive in, my tongue slowly, lashing against her, each stroke of my tongue drawing more moisture from you. I want to drink every drop as I feel her getting wetter and wetter with each rotation of my tongue. I create a trail from the base all the way back to the peak of her hood. I follow this path up and down, enjoying the taste, the scent, the feel of her.
I return to the peak, putting the bulk of my attention and focus there as I began to go faster and faster. Tone legs wrap tightly around my head, her hands shovel my head further down with pleasure. Every muscle in her body tightens before the plunge. I hold both of her legs as I hoist her lower half skyward, and then I feel it. Her back arching from the bed as her legs lose all of their build up tension. My hands still cupping underneath, they move from below her legs to wrap around her bottom. I give her bum a healthy squeeze as I move up her body to her lips. She gives me a long tender kiss as I push myself into her.
I push myself completely inside of her. Our bodies two now become one, I pull myself from her slowly before I plunge back into her, each thrust makes a wonderful wet sounds as she spill out all over the black bed sheets. She teeth sink into my neck as I continue to pound into her. I’m in ecstasy inside of you, and so I continue. Feeling the space between her legs began to tremble once more as all the muscles in her legs tighten. She swings both her legs around me linking me us completely together, begging me deeper. I comply, wrapping my arms around her back and pulling her up from under me, so that we are now both sitting up, her body completely in my lap. I pull your body up and down, you cling to me so tightly that I can no longer control myself and until I just let go. I begin to gush, pushing myself as deeply as I can into her, enjoying each twitch and sensation of her pulsating goodness as she in turn feels each drop of my twitching ecstasy. She fall backwards with me still deep inside of her. I tumble down with her, with my head finding a home in the small of her neck. My work now only half complete, I begin kissing down to her shoulder blade, I feel her muscles tense up aware of the the impending strike.
“I love you.” I whisper, and immediately sink my teeth deeply into her shoulder blade. Her muscles turn to stone, as her nails pierce into my back. The first bite is always the worst before the toxins pass from my fangs into her bloodstream, turning the any pain into pure pleasure. The initial gasp of pain slowly melts into gasps of immense satisfaction, sighs turn to moans as I proceed to pull chunks of flesh from her shoulder, I follow the meat down her shoulder to her forearm.
A demon’s bite is a death sentence; the toxins received from a single bite should be strong enough to kill most humans. This of course was by design so that those we feed on do not suffer when they are turned into our feast. Death by joy. Ashlee had always been different., The first time I feasted upon her she stayed conscious for over a minute, although sounding like a miniscule feat, it is one that none in life my have ever accomplished. Everything I eat dies, save Ashlee. She walked willingly to her death but came out the other side immortal, that immortality temporary, aided by my hand.
Her moans are becoming more and more frequent now, making her more and more irresistible to me. Her back arches up and away from the bed, hands grab desperately at the bed sheets, twisting and balling them up in her hands. The more aroused she becomes, the harder it is for me to keep my composure, hold on to my control. I begin to slow my rate of eating; allowing her to catch her breath, with was heavy and panting, her body quivering. I rise, and kiss her lips as blood trickles from my own. I kiss my way down her body again, leaving bloody kisses in my wake as I reach her inner thigh. Gripping her right thigh tightly, quaking and shaking, I take my next bite, then another, quickly losing myself in her delicious flesh.
“More…more, more…” she calls out in pleasure, and I oblige, closing my eyes and plunge deeper into her, my beautiful Ashlee.
I run my tongue along her wounds, the tip of my tongue sealing the bleeding. I crawl up next to her examining her body now covered in blood. I look down into her eyes, glazed and lost in pleasure, still completely unaware that I’ve stopped or the mortal peril her corporeal form was in. I lean down and kiss her lips gently attempting to regain my own composure.
“More?” she whimpers softly, finally realizing that I had finally stopped.
“No more.” I giggle, as I smile down at her, “I’m more than full.”
“But, I want more.” She sighs loudly, leaning her head on me, her head slowly sliding off my shoulder onto a pillow catching her as her exhausting catches up with her body.
This pleasure she feels from my feeding through this toxin is extremely intense and taxing on the human form. For many, the toxin shuts down the nervous system, followed by the heart, killing prey with pleasure but not Ashlee she was different. In the beginning, she would fall unconscious when I would fed but over time it seems her tolerance to it has grown. Even so, she is only human and the toxins take their toll. So with the sweet taste of blood still lingering upon my lips, I rise from the bed and walk over to the bureau at the other end of the room below a wall mount plasma TV, on the bureau a set of crystal glasses, thin silver dagger, and an assortment of liquors arranged on the black wooden tray. A small ice bucket next to the tray already brimming with ice, she knew I would be hungry. All this time and I am still in awe of how well she knows me.
I look over to her. She runs her finger along the incision along her shoulder.
“Do you want me to add anything to it?” I ask.
“Remember when you made that rum punch, I really liked that.”
I nod, attempting to recall that specific concoction from memory. I remove the thin silver knife from the tray and slice the palm of my hand, letting the blood fill one of the crystalline glasses half way before I begin to add the other ingredients. A healthy dose of pineapple juice, two fingers of rum, a dash of grenadine, and a vigorous shake, I strain it all out first into her glass, filling my own with whatever remains.
I crawl back into bed, glasses in hand. She reaches out with her good arm and takes a deep swig from her glass. I watch with purpose, intently studying her actions and I am back in awe of this amazing creature. With what little of her remaining strength remains, she pulls herself into my open arms, snuggling her head into my chest, clearly able to give no more. She begins to drink the mixture, and as she does so, the gaping wounds in her body begin to heal over. Ashlee closes her eyes tightly, enjoying the taste of me almost as much as I enjoy the taste of her. I take a sip from my glass before putting it down on the bedside table.
“So,” I begin in an attempt to distract her from the healing process, “I didn’t want to do this on your birthday week.”
“No!” the cry blurted out between a gulp, her emerald eyes wide eyed. “Please, please don’t remind me. I’m getting so old.” She buries her head deeper into my chest.
“Getting old? Don’t you dare tell me you’re getting old, missy.” I smile, “Besides a hundred is a huge milestone, sweetheart, how many women who are a century old can boast a bum like yours.” I slide my free hand underneath her scooping her up onto my lap. “We have to celebrate, I’m not taking no for an answer.”
“Fine,” her face reemerging from my chest. “We can celebrate, but please don’t make it a big deal, okay?”
“Too late,” I devilish smile spreads across my face. “I have a surprise for you.” Her eyes grow wide with concern so I reassure her, “I promise you’ll love it.”
Her fingers tap across my chest, a pulsating rhythm pairing to the beat of a non-existent heart. “May I have it tonight?” Her attempt to seem uninterested by a surprised betrayed by the eager look in her eye.
“Go take a shower, get dressed and we can go tonight but be warned it is a bit of a drive.”
Her expression full of conflict, I watch the precious gears that design the machinations of her inner workings turn. Weighting the pros and cons, the displeasure at the idea that we would not be able to spend the night wrapped in each other’s arms against the sweet allure of the unknown. Unhappily she lifted herself from me, rising from the bed she stretches finding newfound strengths in her newly formed flesh. My eyes trail the contours of her body as she drags her feet towards the bathroom. I chuckle, always a character, one of the many reasons I why I love her. The ice shifts as I pull my drink back up from the nightstand, polishing it off with a healthy swig, it would be a shame to let good alcohol go to waste. I get up pulling her empty glass off her nightstand and head into the living room
I set the glasses down into the sink with a soft clink as heavy glass brushes up against heavy metal. I look up across the island separating the kitchen from the living room to the floor to ceiling windows concealed behind blackout curtains. I glide over hardwood floors to the wall of glass to liberate Manhattan skyline. The living room is a glow from the lights of the city, shimmering under the glistening light of waxing moon. There is a reason I picked this city, this view. Sure there are beautiful places all over this world, and I have seen most of them, but here in New York, I have never seen a city that it is so alive. This city of concrete and steel, a breathing living entity always changing, forever growing,, one of the human’s greatest achievements. Blanketed in a veil of white luminous snow, Late November flurries spiral streams of sparkling confetti, depositing it upon rooftops, and fire escapes, on street signs and traffic lights. Soon the this gown of ice and snow will be married to the city for the following months turning this living beast into a princess unlike any other. I stood there for some time, marveling at the city, so lost in myself that I could faintly hear the tiny pitter patter of tiny wet feet behind me. Pair of cold wet noodly appendages ensnare me, wrapping my body tightly as frosty fingers spread across my bare chest.
“Come on, let’s get this over with.” She says coyly as she toys playfully with my chest.
“Is your plan to travel cold, wet and naked?” I return the playful tone back to her as I spin her around. There she stood nude between me and the rest of the world.
“Maybe, I will.” her voice full of daring and bravado, in the reflection of the glass her eyes burn with sexy unbounded determination. I feel her gaze upon me her eyes wondering my visage in the reflection of the city.
I have meet very few women like Ashlee in my existences; I see a fire within her that burns like no other. It is this intensity of spirit that is why I wish to keep her by my side. A soul like hers so rare, that to happen upon one in the wild should be seen as an act of divine intervention. It would be a crime on to the worst any soul could commit to expect her to age, to grow old and die, to follow the fate of all men. I cannot send her to live amongst the ants when within her resides a being that would rival that of god.
I give her a kiss on the cheek as I whisper into her ears. “Get dressed, my love.” I give her another kiss, “And make sure it’s something very warm.” I give her bum a good smack as she sneaks back into the bedroom, with me tailing her the entire way, I too require cloths if I am to have any hope of interacting with a world that already views me as a foreign entity.
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