Winter's Kiss (3 page)

Her
fangs came out and she growled a feral sound. Her instincts told her to kiss
him, to take him, to devour him to the last drop. To drink his very soul into
her and consume all that he is. That is what her very core of being told her to
do but she did not, could not. As much as she craved to devour him she also
craved his touch, the passion. The fire cascade over her flesh like waves and
then her hair was grabbed. It was not the fire but his hand that took her hair
and pulled her face to face with him. For a moment she worried he would kiss
her and seal his own doom but instead he pulled her head to the side and bit
her neck harshly, teeth clamping tightly to her flesh, his growl vibrating
through the toothy embrace. Unable to hold herself back any more she returned
the bite but hers, much deeper. Her fangs sank into his hard neck muscles and
he shuddered at the initial pain. Then as she drank he bit harder, his hands
grabbing at her body, her ass, fingers spreading her wide open and lifting her
up. As she sucked down the blood it was pure fire to her flesh as well. The
flames running through her veins now and warming her flesh, her cold, cold
flesh warm and alive again. Every sensation now a hundred times more as she
thawed to the flames and her senses spun at the overwhelming burst of life.

As she
broke the bite and savored the last in her mouth, fire licked from her mouth,
the blood was literally fire inside her now. Then she felt his cockhead
pressing against her lips, slowly sliding into her. In one long powerful thrust
he impaled her on his cock. She let go of his shoulders and he let her sink
back, holding her hips, his powerful muscles keeping her up, the flames
cradling her body so that she hung from his cock. With fire and flesh he began
to slide her up and down the length of his shaft, all the way up until just the
head was in her and then down, hard and deep until she was full of him. The
flames circled around her, held her in place as she slid up and down
progressively faster and faster. The fire crackling with excitement as he began
to slam her down hard. Each thrust making her cry out, fire and cock stuffed
full into her.

Her
hair hung free and seemed to writhe and float in the air. Each thrust sending
it sweeping around and then each rise bringing it back to cover her face.
Thrust after brutal thrust, the fire began to squeeze her flesh tighter, the
excitement growing, the power growing. It ran over her flesh, it burned at her
nipples like mouths of heat, it licked at her clit with eager hunger. Faster
and faster they fucked and more and more uncontrolled the fire grew. Another
thrust and the fire bit at her flesh, clawed at her. His eyes grew black as the
fire took control and he threw his head back and bellowed out a primal cry. She
only then realized she was answering it, her own voice seemingly lost into the
roar of the growing fire. The passion uncontrolled now, was slamming her down
so hard onto his cock that if she had breathed, she would not have been able to
catch her breath. His fingers dug into her ass cheeks so hard she cried out in
pain but the noise was lost in the flames.

He/the
fire suddenly pulled her to him, against his chest and then formed a vortex of
pure flame like a cocoon around them. They were pressed together even as she
was lifted and then dropped down onto his cock again and again. The fire seemed
to penetrate her skin, seemed to slide through her and she was nothing but pure
fire. Again and again she was lifted and then slammed back down his cock of
fire. She screamed as she felt her body finally releasing. . .the sensation of
an inner fire matching that of the flames shrouding her. She cried out and
thrashed her head back and forth. The flames grabbed her hair and pushed her
face to his chest and as she felt an orgasm ripping through her body she bit.
She drank of him through her own screams. The fire searing and burning her
mouth as she shook and cried out.

Then
he growled and cried out a bestial cry and slammed her down hard onto his cock.
The movement so powerful it dislodged her from drinking. Then again he lifte3d
her up and impossible distance and slammed her down onto his cock again. She
was looking in his eyes as they blazed red now, pure fire. Again up and then
again down harder until she felt she would split in two. Up again and harder,
she screamed and came again from the pain. Up again and then, staring at her, sneering,
growling, teeth gnashing, down one last time, harder than before and he
exploded. Fire geysered into her aching cunt. She was pumped full of a fire
that forged worlds and stars, more and more pumped into her as he threw his
head back and bellowed in triumph. Then the fire receded and they both
collapsed onto the pile of furs on the sleeping bed, he was panting and out of
breath. She was stunned by the swirl of sensations her newly warm flesh pounded
her mind with. They lay tangled into a pile as each was lost momentarily in
sensations too powerful to fight. The room seemed to spin for both of them as
the fire slowly calmed within his flesh and he was once more mortal. They
grabbed furs and covered each other, staying tangled, flesh against warm flesh.

The
fiery passion receded and was replaced by a need to touch and be touched. They
caressed silently, enjoying the feel of the other. His face pressed into her
neck, he fought the need to kiss her. He knew it was death but everything
inside him told him to do it, just one kiss. Instead he kissed her flesh, he
touched, he drank in the smell of her and felt her warm flesh. She smiled for
the first time in a long time. She felt content, warm . . . she felt happy and
that was not a feeling she was used to. Forever is such a long time and moments
are hard to hang on to. She pushed out thoughts and just was there in the
moment. She just felt his hands on her and touched his flesh in return and was
happy for this moment.

Within
a few minutes his flesh was starting to age again, wrinkle and become papery
once again. She could feel the strength leaving him. She could feel the age
returning. She stroked his hair and nuzzled against his neck as she felt him
silently sob in her embrace. It was coming back so quickly now. Not even the
blood of a vampire could keep time back for long at his age. He was losing his
vitality, his youth in her arms and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
She whispered soothing things to him and held him close as he once more became an
old man.

Finally
he whispered to her. “It used to last longer.” He sighed.

“Yes.”
She stroked his hair.

“Now.
. .”

“Shhhhhh.
. .”

“It
won’t be long. . .” he stopped. Even the mighty WuJen feared his own demise.

“Hush.
. .”

“I
almost kissed you.” He said.

“I
know old man, you’re stupid that way.” She chided him. He chuckled. His laugh
though drifted slightly as exhaustion began to overtake him.

“One
day though. . .” he let the words fade.

“Yes.”
She answered.

“I
would so like to kiss you once.” He said in a very tired voice.

“You
will. I promise.” She knew that if she had been able to, she would have cried right
then at the thought of that kiss.

“Before
it is too late.” He stated.

“Yes.
One night I will come back when you are sleeping and I will whisper your name
and we will kiss. I promise you.” She held him close and wished that she could,
just for a moment, cry. She felt the need, the desire, the hunger to cry just
one tear but this was not her fate. No more tears for her.

“My
name?” He asked with a sleepy chuckle.

“Yes.”

“You
remember my name. . . “ his voice drifted off and he was asleep.

She
silently slipped out from the tangle of flesh and lovingly covered him with the
furs to keep him warm. She placed more wood on the fire to keep it going all
night. Then she placed her own robes on without making a noise. She grinned as
she felt the cloth rub over the newly branded flesh of her back. She bowed her
head and looked back at him in adoration stopping to brush his hair once more
with her finger tips and rising to go…she turned to go  but looked back at him
lying there sleeping one last time.

“Yes
old man. . . .I have always remembered your name and I always will.” She smiled
a melancholy smile and slipped silently back into the cold of night leaving him
alone in his bed.

His
name she would never forget.

She
would remember him forever.