The Font (4 page)

Relaxing, she went to the vanity and brushed her hair, hearing it crackle with static.  Removing the miniscule dash of makeup she wore took only seconds.  Still a bit downcast but feeling so much better to be free of the celebration downstairs, Naya went to her bed.  She lay on freshly laundered sheets for a few moments, not covering up.  She felt safely cocooned within the sheer curtains of the bed.
             

I’ll spend tomorrow in the woods.  The whole day.
   Autumn was in the air, releasing summer’s humid stranglehold.  Naya hoped the air would be crisp.  She knew the woods around Heriolf’s mansion like the back of her hand, but every day brought new discoveries nonetheless.  It was the one place she felt truly home.
  And once out of sight of the mansion and its retinue of human servants, she would shed her clothing and be at one with the natural world, the way she felt she was meant to be.

Naya sat up, ready to put the lamp out.  Her hand reached for the curtain to draw it back, and she paused.  Hadn’t there been a slight movement on the other side of the bed?  She slowly looked over her shoulder.

The handsome vampire she’d glimpsed in the hall below stood there, silently drawing the curtains back.  She opened her mouth to scream.

The next instant his face was only inches from hers, his gaze capturing her, swallowing her in their brown depths.  She had a moment to think she hadn’t made the mistake of looking into a vampire’s eyes in a very long time.

His voice was a calming purr, taking all thought from her mind, replacing her fears with a soothing ocean tide of placidity.  “Silence, woman.  Lie down and do not fight me.”

Naya
did as she was told, sinking onto those clean sheets with him hovering over her.  His fingers gently brushed her hair from her face and throat, and his head tilted to one side.  Then his face burrowed against her neck.  The pain of his bite was far away and unimportant, submerged in the wave of arousal that swept over her as he began to feed.  His body covered hers, and she felt his excitement, the press of unrepentant masculinity against her naked sex.  Her lower body spasmed, sending a gush of warm wetness from her.

The terrible
yet wondrous
need made her heart pound all the faster as he drew and drew on her.
  An enormous aching emptiness opened inside her, as if a black hole had burst into existence within her belly.  It yawned great and
ravenous
, begging to be filled.  For the first time, Naya wanted to know
– no
,
needed
to know the strength of a man inside her body.

* * * *

Elisha was aroused beyond conscience as he fed on the delicious woman beneath him.  Seeing her nude, lissome body on full display had been like a thunderbolt to his senses.  Now the scent of her female musk
,
added to the richness of the blood he pulled into his hungry mouth made him crazed with lust.  His hand went to Naya’s sex, and he groaned and growled all at once to find her wet.  Despite the hold he had on her mind, she parted her legs, inviting further exploration.

He had no intention of warming his fingers inside her.  Instead, he yanked mercilessly at the closure of his jeans, freeing himself.  With a desperation he hadn’t felt in decades, Elisha sank into her with a moan.

Warmth surrounded him, making his balls ache agreeably.  He dove deeper still, wanting to enclose himself in that sweetness, that tight yet yielding sheath, immersing himself in the goodness that was woman.  Even the thick honey of her blood paled in comparison to this all-consuming bliss.

Elisha felt the momentary resistance an instant before he broke through. 
His civilized mind returned in a rush. 
Gasping, he relinquished his hold on Naya’s throat to rear up and stare at her.  Her expression was mostly euphoric from his glamour, but he saw the tension between her eyebrows.

She was a virgin.  Or had been, until Elisha’s desire had taken her purity away.  Heriolf had not claimed her, as everyone was sure he had.

Guilt cooled Elisha’s ardor somewhat, though his penis still throbbed with want.  He’d never taken a woman sexually
without her express consent
before
.  But she had invited him in, hadn’t she?  He’d not commanded her to open her legs to him
.  Indeed,
his control over her mind should have left her frozen, moving only at his dictates.  Somehow she had kept some semblance of personal power and had made her wants known.

Still, Elisha felt shame. 
He had only ever used his power to take blood. 
His first feed of the night was always male, so that he wouldn’t be tempted to take what he shouldn’t.  Vampires often lost control of their sexual urges when they first rose, too hungry to think clearly.  Thaddeus had taught Elisha well so that only the veins of a victim were violated.

But after over
two centuries
, Elisha’s control had slipped. 
Conscience
was like a sledgehammer.  How had this happened?  Was her blood that potent that it removed decency along with the hunger?

“I’m sorry.  I didn’t know,” he whispered to her. 

She didn’t answer, only looked at him.  Her tight sleeve flexed around him, driving him to want to take her more than ever. 

Elisha remembered he had placed her under a compulsion of silence.  She couldn’t curse him or tell him to halt.  Mortified by his body’s continued urgings to declare satisfaction with the helpless girl, he began to withdraw.  “I will stop.  I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

He was stunned to see her shake her head.  Shocked even more to feel her hips move, reclaiming his manhood with her slippery tightness, driving him into her once again.

“Are you sure?” he gasped, reason sliding away as she imprisoned him fully.  Her head jerked in a quick nod, and Elisha was lost.

He took control, pushing in and out of his captive’s sweetness with a pace that drove him steadily towards the pinnacle of elation.  Naya’s breath quickened, grew heavier as he moved within her.  The blood continued to flow from his bite, and seeing that scarlet nectar running down her neck brought Elisha’s hunger back in a rage.  He closed his lips around the two small
punctures
and drew on her even as he plunged his hips against hers.  The blood was an elixir of unparalleled delectability
, richer than any he’d ever tasted before
. 

He spiraled upwards towards climax, lifted by the combined delights of blood and sex.

* * * *

Naya had never felt anything so glorious in her short life.  The vampire’s mouth latched on her, feeding from her, making everything hazy and dreamlike.  His body was heavy on hers, solid contact with his strength.  And that sensation of being filled with another over and over, bringing things alight, making her lower body clench in growing pleasure, was beyond amazing.  The brief flash of pain as he’d breached her virgin barrier was already forgotten in this swirl of gut-wrenching bliss.

As the dark, beautiful fiend thrust deeply into her, she let her fingertips drift over his ribcage, up to his shoulders, feeling the wiry muscle beneath his shirt.  She wished he was as naked as she so that she could experience his skin against hers.  It was the only thing lacking in this unexpected attack.  

She wasn’t sure what had made her open in invitation to him.  He hadn’t commanded it. 
He’d initially seemed content with simply touching her with his hands. 
But something about the eagerness in his eyes, the feeling of him straining his clothes in want of her, and the melting
exploration
of his fingers on her had d
ashed
sensible fear away.  The deep craving drove her to make her wordless plea for his invasion.

Naya had dreaded lying with a man, having only seen the deprivations of Heriolf’s vampires when they raped and consumed their victims.  But this … this was an ecstasy of the body to be joined with another.  That her attacker had expressed contrition for his overwhelming lust and the stealing of her maidenhead let her know he was not the brute she was used to seeing.

The friction of his flesh plying hers
incited
not just that heavy feeling of growing brightness, but also small, quick darts of pure stomach-twisting delight.  Her hips were moving against his now, forcing him in deeper, as deep as he could plunge.  She made little sounds of breathless encouragement as his glamour faded and she could vocalize again.

Naya didn’t call for help.  She knew she was being stupid.  This vampire had forced himself on her, had drank of her blood, was even now still licking the wounds he’d made with the slow satisfaction of a cat tasting a few drops of cream.  But inside, she was winding up tight, her guts coiling in on themselves as pleasure grew larger and larger, so large she didn’t know how she could contain it in her slender form.  And the vampire who made her feel so good was drumming faster than ever against her, breathless moans emitting from his lips stained red with her blood.

A shivering spasm seized her where their bodies met, and Naya gasped.  Another miniature explosion rocketed from her sex up her spine.  She made a high, warbling sound, and the vampire answered her with a groan.  The look on his strong
jawed face hovering above hers was euphoric and tense all at the same time.  He was perhaps the most handsome man she’d ever seen, especially with that expression of need on the brink of realization etched on his well-formed features.

Another jagged bolt from her nether parts, and then something mighty and huge ballooned all at once within her.  Naya’s mouth opened wide with the force of it, but the sensation’s monstrous proportions choked off the cry she strained to make.  Then it broke open, spilling blinding whiteness
and
excruciating rapture all over.

The billowing feeling
of
pure physical joy inflated her womanhood again
.  Once more lightning
washed throughout her quaking body.  Now she was making sound
s
, high weak singsongs of a bird greeting the sunrise.  She rose and fell, rose and fell on the cresting waves of a marvel she’d never imagined possible.

The vampire emitted a long groan that he seemed to drag up from his toes.  He shuddered, and Naya felt his sex jerk deep inside her, feeding her his ecstasy.  His hips lost their rhythm, and at last stilled entirely.  He sank down, covering her with the weight of his body.

As convulsions continued to shudder through her womb, Naya clutched her unexpected lover close.  She didn’t care that if Heriolf come into the room right now he’d kill not just her attacker but probably her, his intended bride, as well.  She also didn’t care that she didn’t know who this stranger was or what plans he had for her.  Had he ripped her throat out and left her to die right now, she would succumb without regret.

* * * *

Elisha felt both
energized
and weak all at once.  Powerful from the richness of Naya’s blood, its strength singing through his body, making him feel as if he could have clawed down the stone walls of Heriolf’s mansion with his bare hands.  Weak from the aftermath of a climax that seemed to pore from every cell of his body, wringing him like a limp towel to sag almost bonelessly over his captive.

Sweeter still was her vital warmth that seemed to creep into his own long-dead body, infusing it with a semblance of the life he’d once known.  Joining the verve of her singular blood and the relaxation of sensual fulfillment was a peace he hadn’t experienced in a very long time.

Elisha might have lain on top of her for hours had the murmurs not bled into his mind.  It was as if he could hear distant conversations without quite making out the words.  But he knew the voices, recognized them as two of his co-conspirators.  They were drawing near, and he could feel the sudden attention of two others … the guards at Naya’s door.

He had no time to be amazed at the ability to sense his fellow vampires.  Elisha threw off the gentle complacency that was the aftermath of a
stounding
sex and rose up to look Naya in the eyes. 

“You will lie here without moving.  You will remain completely silent,” he commanded her.   Her gaze, which had sharpened since he first used his glamour on her, went soft and dazed again. 

Confident in his control over her, Elisha left her lying on the bed
.  He
tuck
ed
himself back into his jeans and zipper
ed
up.  He crept soundlessly to the door, feeling his calculating companions draw near and the sharp alertness of the guards

On the other side of the closed door, a deep voice rose in challenge.  “No one is allowed in the private chambers.”

The conversation was over immediately.  There was a thump that shook the wall as the conspirators attacked the guards.  Elisha threw the door open.  One of the guards along with Carlos, a fellow Heriolf-hater, fell into the room. 

The knife Elisha kept hidden beneath his untucked shirt was unsheathed in an instant.  The next second
he
separated the guard’s head from his body with a powerful slice that left
Elisha
gasping
in amazement
.  Naya’s blood was potent indeed, giving Elisha such strength after only one feeding that he and Carlos wasted several seconds staring at each other in shock.