The Seduction (The Seduction 1) (2 page)

Of course, there had been rare occasion where those who had betrayed the coven had been locked into one of the rooms where the light of day beamed down on them, turning their bodies to ash.  She had never witnessed one of these scenes but she had heard of them taking place.  Their leaders name was Raven, and he was interested in her, at least that was what she was told.  She knew that he was aware of her interest in a human, and that was another one of her concerns.  She didn’t want Adam in any danger, but she couldn’t just force him out of her life.  She simply didn’t have the strength to do that. 
She herself had feelings for the both of them, but she found Raven to be almost out of control.

He lived for the hunt, and he hunted humans.  Sometimes he turned them, sometimes he
mutilated
them, it was just however he was feeling in that moment.  He had told her so many times how he wanted to fuck her following a kill, but she had yet to be with him in that manner.  There had been times where she had
come
so close to giving in to his desires, but she hadn’t.  There was something that was holding her back, and she knew it wasn’t fear for she was just about as
crazy
as he was.
  He had his way of going about things and she had hers.  As yet, he hadn’t stopped her from doing what she wanted, but he had warned her many times over how very close she was coming to breaking the coven rules.  She didn’t know if he would actually harm her for breaking a strict code, or if he would simply bind her up somewhere until she came around to his way of thinking.  Regardless of all of that, still
, he was the King of their coven, and anyone who turned from him, or disrespected him suffered severe consequences.  

The chiming of her door took her mind away from its ramblings, but she knew who it was.  She still had not come to any decision about Adam, and had no idea how to handle him this evening.  The food was already prepared and set out for the two of them, even though she did not eat real food.  She’d had it all specially prepared for him.  It hadn’t dawned on her that he might wonder why she didn’t eat with
him;
she simply hadn’t gotten around to that part of it.  She seemed to almost float to the door, and when she opened it, she opened it to his smiling face, and his hands holding two dozen roses.  She
admired
his romanticism since it was few and far between in the world anymore, but his naiveness was almost too much for her. 

She welcomed him into her home, and helping him off with his coat, she lingered a bit long with her hands at the side of his neck.  He didn’t question it though but she could feel his blood coursing faster through his jugular than normal.  She could actually smell it, and mixed in with the smell of his blood was the scent of alcohol.  She soon realized that he had
drunk
to calm his nerves before coming to her home that evening.  As they walked together into the dining hall, she couldn’t keep herself from laughing.  She could smell something else on him, something that almost felt like fear, but she couldn’t imagine why he would be afraid of her.  She circled around him, stopping him before he sat down and staring into his eyes. 

“Are you afraid of me Adam?  I
s
there something that you think you know?”  She noticed one of his hands
was
shaking and he seemed on edge.  He was gripping the glass of bourbon she’d given him so hard that his knuckles were actually changing color.  She took the glass from his grasp, and caressed the side of his face at the same time, whispering in his ear. 

“You have nothing to be afraid of here.”  It came out almost like a purr, and she felt him shiver.  They were so close to one another, she could hear his heartbeat, and she wondered if he questioned at all why he could not hear hers. 
She motioned for him to take a seat at the table.  Adam found the food to look
amazing;
in fact he had never seen a spread so deliciously put together as her array of platters was.  Her butler came to refill his glass, putting a double shot of bourbon this time when he requested the extra.  Teresa smiled at him, instantly intrigued with why he seemed to be so nervous around her now.  He’d visited her at her home many times before, but now something was definitely different.  She picked up her own glass, filled with what was supposed to resemble red wine, but unbeknownst to him, it was actually warmed blood. 

             
She noticed he watched her intently as she continued to drink from the glass.  One of the kitchen helpers came over to refill
her cup
, and the liquid looked
almost thick as she poured it
.  Adam couldn’t stop himself from asking her.

“If that is wine, why is it that it appears thicker than wine really should be Teresa?”  She simply looked at him in wonder, wiping the corners of her mouth with a linen napkin.  She laid it in her lap very carefully, and then proceeded to clasp her hands together, her chin resting on them as she stared quizzically at him. 

“If you want to ask me something, please feel free.  I promise I won’t bite.”  She laughed lightly as she said it.  Actually, she had no idea what had come over her, she was just feeling rather agitated with his many questions, as if she was somehow supposed to prove everything she did was of a normal nature to him.  As he cut into his steak, he noticed that it was almost raw, but then it didn’t really bother him.  He enjoyed a little blood in the meat, but when he sat thinking about everything, it was strange coming from where he was sitting at.  Most women didn’t eat bloody steak, they liked it well done, but then he
noticed she wasn’t eating any food, but rather, she was constantly drinking her so called red wine pretty hungrily. 

“I’m not trying to be questioning Teresa, really I’m not…  It’s just… Well, to be honest, with the killings that have been happening all over the city and your way of not going out during the day, your lack of appetite, it just seems a little off…”  He didn’t get to finish his sentence because she was upon him before he could even blink.  He actually thought he had pissed his pants for a moment. 

“Are you accusing me of something Adam, hmmm?  You might want to reconsider that.”  She appeared to be angrier than he had ever seen her, and it did scare him.  Her eyes almost glowed, and he swore it looked as if she had
fangs .
  He rose from his chair, sending it toppling over, backing up and almost tripping upon it. 
She walked slowly to him, in a way that left him wanting her more than fearing her.  Everything about her was sexy, and he had no doubt that with her body and her looks she could get anything she wanted from any man she wanted.  Adam had never met anyone quite like her, which was what kept drawing him in like a moth to flame.  Of course, he was duty bound to do his job as well, but he was more into doing her than with any devotion he held to his career. 

“Teresa, you know I would never do anything…”  She ran her fingers across his lips silencing his next words.  When her mouth touched his he found it cool, but enticing.  He couldn’t stop his body from responding to her, even though he really wanted too.  When she pressed herself fully against him, her own desire rose, not just for his blood, but for his cock as well.  She had wanted to fuck him for a long time, ever since they had chanced upon each other in the club that night four months prior.  She ran her hands down his chest teasingly, all the while allowing her tongue to glide across his closed lips, encouraging him to open up to her.  When he finally did, she rose on her toes, grabbing the back of his head and holding him forcefully to her as she pillaged the inside of his mouth.  Her tongue swirled around his own, as she sucked and tasted of him.  He could feel his manliness rising, getting so hard he began to feel uncomfortable. 

             
When her hand finally made its way down to his crotch, caressing his cock through his pants, he moaned without thinking
.
  She whispered unintelligible things in his ear, all the while not hesitating to continue feeling him; actually squeezing the head of his dick through the material of his pants.  He felt the zipper slide
down,
or more like he heard it,
but he didn’t stop her, and when she reached into the enclosure, pulling his cock from his boxers and allowing it to protrude out of the slit in his slacks with all its rigid glory, he felt relieved yet again.  He wasn’t prepared for her to fall to her knees and start sucking him though.  She even took his balls in her hands, and sucked and licked on each one of those.  She was so good at what she was doing, he’d never had a woman make him cum from a fucking blow job but he was on the verge with her.  She must have sensed it because she immediately stopped and began stroking him again, in slow, sensual movements. 

“I love your cock Adam.  It’s softness in my mouth, the taste of you.  I want you.  I want you to fuck me
.
Adam, are you going to?”  He couldn’t believe how brazen she was, and as she began removing her own clothing, revealing her hard nipples to him, he couldn’t stop his hands from reaching out, flickering across the taut flesh.  He grasped one of her breasts in his hand and immediately took her nipple in his
mouth
, moving
in a rhythmic circular motion.  He felt her sigh, her tension leaving her body as he continued to manipulate her, now bold enough himself to massage her pussy through her clothing.  She opened her legs to him, allowing him to fully feel her pulsating for him there. 

“Oh Adam…Please!”  He felt her mouth on his neck, her tongue tracing an outline from his ear to his collar bone.  She hesitated sometimes, biting him just a little, but not enough to draw blood.  Not yet anyway. 
He has no idea what is coming, so sad almost…
She almost felt guilty for what she had planned to do to him. 
She stopped tormenting him, only long enough to force a cupful of the blood, or what he thought was wine down his throat.  She knew it would disorient him, so much so that she would be able to do whatever she wanted to with him and he wouldn’t be able to resist.  She could already see its potency taking over as he followed her up the stairs to the bedroom like a puppy dog.  As they entered, she began to remove the remaining clothing between the two of them.  She loved watching his eyes bug out the way they were, it only made her that much more intent. 

“You wanted this Adam, you fucking know it.  You know, all this time, following me, becoming privy to my secrets.”  The binding that she had placed around him like a collar she now pulled tight, almost choking him. 

“I warned you Adam, I tried to tell you.  You wanted
my body
so badly though, you simply couldn’t leave it alone.  You knew that you could pray on my weakness, and tell me Adam…tell me, what is that weakness?”  She heard him whisper her name, and it came out almost as a plea.  She ran her hands down his now naked body, to his cock so hard in between his legs.  She knew he wanted her, even in his condition.  She forced him to lie back on the bed as she bound his hands and feet to each post.  He lay, spread eagle on the silk sheets, his manliness standing straight into the air, reading for her to glide her hot, wet silkiness onto it.  When she did climb onto of him, she purred in his ear.

“You wanted to be ridden; well I’m going to fucking ride you until you can’t be ridden for days.  You’ll be fucked in ways never imaginable.  Again, it is what you‘ve wanted.  Perhaps you even want me to turn you, hmmm?”  She licked his neck, moving to the most sensitive part.  She pierced through this time, sucking greedily at him as her pussy rose above his manhood.  As she sucked his blood, she impaled herself onto his cock, making h
im
gasp with pleasure.  He felt so good buried deeply within her warmth. 

Removing her mouth from the wound, she kissed him hard, sucking at his tongue now, even piercing it with her fangs.  He could taste his own blood but it didn’t bother him, he relished in her power, in the feelings she was provoking from his flesh.  He arched his pelvis forward, hitting hard into her wet depths.  He felt her clench tighter around him, so tight he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.  She rode him as a person would gallop upon a horse, hard and fast with rapid successive movements up and down.
She was surprised with the stamina he had, after all, she was a one hundred year old vampire and he was just a mere mortal. 

She felt him breathing hard as he kept up with her pace, moaning loudly against her mouth when she would lean in to kiss him.  She felt her body building up to its release and she anticipated it, clenching around him as hard as she could.  He was begging her to stop, telling her he didn’t want to cum yet, but she couldn’t control her own body.  He felt so fucking hot and hard in her, and he sure as hell knew how
to fuck!  As the feelings swept over her, s
he continued to talk dirty to him, only stopping in between to take his mouth against hers
, sometimes biting his lip
again
and drawing
more
blood
. 

When her body released its pent up tension through her cum flooding over him, she rose off of him, coaxing him the rest of the way to orgasm with her hand.  She had not wanted his cum to enter her womb,
because
the fear of having a half human; half vampire baby was too much of a concern.  She didn’t even want to think of
the unrest
it could cause as well.  She allowed him to shoot his cum over her breasts as his hands played with her there, rubbing his own fluids into her skin.  When she rolled to her back, waiting for him to finally slip into unconsciousness, she didn’t watch.  There was what she considered to be the feeling of sadness filling her body, where before his cock had just been working its magic.