Monday, 5 April 2021


She stepped into the room, tentative, knowing exactly what to expect. Placing her lower back onto the wooden set of drawers in front of the window, she straightened the long skirt to ensure she looks perfectly presentable. Today was the very day that her entire life changed. For better, for worse, forever being the very offering upon her thoughts.

She cleared her throat, blinking a few times, knowing very well that he would hear her. If she were honest, he knew that she had arrived immediately, her scent being one of the many, many things that he enjoyed. Her eyes moved over the room, as she admitted that she loved the way he kept everything sparse, the barren feeling filled with barely any trinkets or keepsakes. Besides, his personality more than filled the room.

He entered from the kitchen, shirtless as usual, his trousers hanging from his hips, exposing his taut frame. One would assume that he’d planned such an entrance, knowing that they had not seen each other for months. He stopped, staring at her, his eyes lighting the room. She felt her heart skip a few beats, the butterflies appearing the moment his eyes met hers. That indefinable, emotional recipe that needed no definition.

For all of his presentable, seductive charm, he really, really kept himself in shape. He was, overall, a gentle character, intelligent, with an almost insidious, naughty, flirtatious laugh that immediately turned her on. He had that boyish charm, whilst being the most serious person she knew. The weight of his world, neither apparent or thrown forward, as such a lecherous tool to lure an emotional soul towards him. Layered, sensible, a man that she could respect. He didn’t partake in any such dramas of the modern world, despite being a figure from most ages.

Her body spoke to her, quietly, nudging her to take in the view. He was physically strong, with a frame that wasn’t just for show. She would know, as the things he’d done to her with his body would make the sternest lady blush. He’d held her down within his bed, their bed, her bed, as well as every wall within this very room. Her fingertips, let alone lips, couldn’t keep themselves away from him. She’d try to fight it, but when the object of your every desire was stood in front of you, it would be rude to not allow yourself to quench every single wanton thirst.

He was, to her, everything. If there were a cure to be found, she’d never wish to receive the answer. After the others, she’d never have thought that she’d find someone so damn good at what he did. Each time she left, her life felt energised to the point that he’d become addictive. Every thought involved him. His words, his thoughts upon her own, his hand within hers and his lips telling her everything her body had always wished to hear. It wasn’t so much lust, as she had more than enough common sense to avoid such a trivial physical emotion, it was more of a deep desire that had taken over her entire person. She ached for him. A sustenance unlike any other she’d known, and that was before they’d even begun to exchange life knowledge.

He remained motionless, completely still, as his gaze happened upon her presence. He looked at every single inch of her body, from the ground up. She was, more than any other individual prescribed from his entire life, his very desire and purpose. He’d also tried to deny it, over and over again, upon each of the nights where he’d sated his needs within her. He’d stood in silence, for hours, trying to rationalise his adventurous thoughts. He couldn’t fight it and, if he were honest, he never should have even tried. No force in the world would ever stop two people, once they wanted each other, be that want physical, emotional or spiritual.

His body responded to his obvious desire, as he cursed his male anatomy for being so obvious. After he’d held her against him a hundred times, his body instinctively wanted her more than any other within his quiet, lonely, vacant world. She was the answer to the endless bleak nights. She would be the questionable answer to becoming more than he’d ever envisioned becoming.

From his perspective, he didn’t wish to just make love to her, or fuck her, he found that each moment would be an emotional journey. Fear, loss, acceptance and desire. It wasn’t enough to just have her, as she meant more than those moments. He’d listened to a hundred thousand of her spoken words. He had witnessed her describe heartbreak, loss, another love and the very pressure she felt within her worldly travels.

He stepped forward, slowly, knowing very well what was about to happen. Some things in life were, and would always be, inevitable. He studied the shape of her features, as well as hair against the sides of her face. She was, to his eyes, the most beautiful creature he’d ever known. From all of his years, through all of his pain and suffering, she calmed the beast within him.

Her eyes couldn’t move away, even if she wished to look elsewhere. His presence simply awakened something deep within her. That primal experience that she’d never, ever known before. His lips, his body, the eyes, the arch from his back, the way he pressed himself against her, all spoke the volumes of why he was perfect. For her. Only her. By this point in time, he’d passed degrees of study upon her body, becoming something of legend upon her skin and needs. His acts, made her respond in only the manner to which they would count. A woman would only ever know the fire within, once she met the right man to keep the fire burning day and every single night.

Seconds filtered as if the hands of time were at play, those hands mostly slowing to the point where the room seemed to stand still. Her breathing had become quite shallow, broken, as he stood in front of her. An Inch away, face to face, as she felt his exhaled life upon her lips.

“Hello!” she said with a cracked voice.

“Hiya.” He replied.

She didn’t really wish to talk and, by the looks of him, neither did he. With a thirst that couldn’t possibly be described, he bridged the small distance between them by moving his arm around her and pressing his lips to hers. With intense greed his lips moved over her and she, recovering quickly from the moment, responded in kind. His body rested against hers, his need being obviously felt against her waist. If his kisses were not so distracting, she’d allow her body’s silent screams to permit her to immediately want him inside of her.

He could barely contain his desire for her, his body encompassing his growing energy, as his animal side started to take control. He had to be careful, to be considerate to her body. She, thankfully, had little time to complain about bites and bruises. She even, enthusiastically, encouraged his animalistic nature to take over. There was no agenda within their room. He was there to take her, to have her, to enjoy her and to provide her with everything she needed. The woman, the man, the simple equation of need, want and resolution.  Everything else, would be attended to after the fact.

Stepping back a small step, his glaring eyes saying all they needed to say, as he reached forward to grab her dress. She knew what he was about to do and, of course, she thoroughly enjoyed every second. She watched as his arms prepared themselves and then, in one instant, he tore her dress apart. The rip stretched all the way down the middle and, if she were again being honest, she’d swear that he would buy her clothes just to destroy them. Her lingerie flashed into view, with his visible lingerie being his very skin wrapped around all of his hard, dedicated work.

His desire increased as the sight of her near naked body influenced his mind. He growled, ever so softly, as he once again wrapped his arm around her. With a swift motion, she moved her legs around his waist, as he carried her to the other side of the room. They kissed again, the intense need growing around each of them, the increasing purpose within edging the conclusion closer and closer. She held him tightly against her with her arms and legs, knowing exactly how much it drove him wild.

His mind had gone, the animal within taking over his very senses, as he stepped onto the sofa chair, placing her back to the wall. She smiled, knowing very well that being fucked against a wall, let alone halfway up a wall, was something that she’d mentioned upon her previous visit. He was, after all, more than willing and strong enough to pacify every one of her desires.

His hips moved away from hers, allowing her hand just enough room to adjust him, ever so slightly, as she raised herself to place him inside of her. As she moved over him, he again growled, knowing that she had him from the very moment they’d met. The need, marginally sated. The want, increasing as she felt all of him.

With a flash of memory, as his thoughts momentarily pushed aside his animalistic state, his mind filled with images of the very moment they’d met. Years previous, in Rome, they’d noticed each other upon a small midnight boat trip. He seemed to be within his own world to notice her, brooding as usual, to which she had decided to have a little wine to work through to her adventurous side. All it took was a small word and, all at once, he’d looked at her in such a way that made her legs weak and her cheeks blush. She’d never experienced such a first look. Or second. Or third. The depth behind those eyes captured her in a way that was unknown and, eventually, she had found out why.

She felt him move within her, thirsty, thrusting up and down, until he probably reminded himself that there was no need to rush. He slowed his vigour, his very need subsiding to a more normal rhythm. Their lips had barely stopped moving against each other until this very second. His energy seemed to encompass her, with every single inch of his skin feeling like silk against her very touch.

They both smiled, knowing, understanding, that some things were always meant to be inevitable between two people. No compromises, no regrets, no other requirements other than to feel each other over, as well as under, each other again and again. As the rhythm slowed, she started to gently press her lower stomach against his, finding, searching, wanting what she needed from him. He joined her in her search, as his movements become slower, controlled, pressing himself against her.

He knew what she really wanted and, for the second time since they’d met, he needed to taste her as much as she needed to be tasted. The pressure grew within her, her legs starting to shake ever so slightly, as his concentrated movements pleased her inner need. He knew that he shouldn’t, that it was against his every wish, but he needed her more than he’d ever wish to acknowledge.

Her lips opened, the moans sounding within his ears, as she gave in to his carnal desire. He allowed the moment. He permitted her to encompass his thoughts and, once again, he would digress from the stable path of life. His head moved back, his body flexing every single muscle possible, as her desire grew at the very thought of the impending moment. Her eyes opened, her body letting go of all restrictions as she came over his pressured movements.

As he heard her moans of pleasure, the quickened moment hastened his transformation and, as his canine teeth enlarged and lowered by a few millimetres, he growled more and more. He was finally free, again, to take as he wished. He looked into her beautiful, tempting eyes and she, trusting his next actions, witnessed his very eyes becoming the colour of pure darkness. He had held a King’s crown within his blood-soaked hands. He had sobbed uncontrollably upon the very days, the loves of his lives passed away within his very arms. He would, upon this very day and moment, break his own cardinal rule to escape his lifetime’s torture of being all but solitary.

He moved forward and bit her neck, piercing her skin as she felt her very blood spurt out from within her body. His thrusts became rampant, needing her to the point of abandoned restrictions. She held onto him as hard as she could as he growled over and over again, filling himself with her life blood, as he, at the same time, came within her with such force that she could feel every single inch moving.

She, once again, exploded over him as the pacified pain met her every thought. Fucked from one end and fed upon, from the other. She’d never known any man within her life to want her as much as he, truly and obviously, wanted her. Her entire body shook as the convulsions spread throughout. She could feel his lips sucking the blood from her very body, tasting her, washing himself with her very life.

As her mind regained a semblance of sanity through the pain and pleasure, she asked the question again, begging him, pleading with him, to make them one,

“Please, just do it! You know why!”

He stopped feasting upon her blood, her neck, as his lips lifted themselves from her. Gently, he removed himself from her neck, licking a splattering of blood as his eyes moved to face hers.

His entire jaw, covered in her blood, made her soul seemingly shiver, as her desire grew that little bit more. She could see that he was conflicted, his animal side fully in control, as his rational mind tried to fight through the haze, to find some semblance of sanity. He growled a little, realising that it made sense and yet, as he knew, the results of such a moment would last forever.

“I… you know the consequences!”

She nodded her head, placing a hand to the side of his face,

“I know. I do!”

He growled again, his thoughts shattered, as he once more, began a small transformation. She knew the ramifications of what was about to happen, but a lifetime with this very man was what she wanted. Her life would, literally, be within his hands. If he died, she would die.

She watched as another smaller set of canine teeth moved from within his gum line. It hurt him, the pain expressed across his face, knowing very well that he’d only ever been here once before in his entire life. He looked at her, ready, tentatively willing to give in to both of their needs, wants and soul desires.

“So be it!” he said, with the certainty expressed within his words. The final moment was upon the both of them as he, once again, devoured the side of her neck. The pathogen, released from within him, would take but seconds to infect her body. He moved his mouth away from her, as she started to convulse uncontrollably. Her heart, with her chest, expanded ever so slightly until, suddenly, it stopped.

He moved from the wall, stepping down from the chair, holding her against him. Her decision, final, as his soul searched for remorse. He found none, the ultimate choice belonging to her, with every single detail being offered over and over again before this night. Her eyes screamed in pain, as his own eyes betrayed his inner disappointed thoughts. The curse of his world would now, as well as forever, be hers to hold. The last breath left her body, as the life within her eyes faltered. He held her head and pressed his cheek to hers, the fear within appearing through his thinly veiled wall of solitude, denial and acceptance. There was always the chance that she wouldn’t survive the transformation but that, as he knew, might have been a blessing for her. An eternity alone, a peace within his soul, aroused by her very nature and form. No man could ever deny the need to stand beside another, no matter the cost of their pride, presumption and idiotic denial.

Seconds flittered away, the silence deafening, as he kept the moments of panic at bay. Her heart no longer required, while her body transforming into something new. From the silence, he heard a brief murmur as she returned to him. Not quite alive, but nowhere near death. He moved his cheek from hers, his relief obvious and, as she smiled, he returned her smile. He would curse his decision, bemoan his selfish inclination, but the truth of the words within his combined heart and soul, would be that some people were meant to be together.

“For Eternity, you said?”

“I did. For Eternity!”

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