Elizabeth Finn: Immortal Protector

He’d thought endlessly about making love to her since the night she’d leaned to his mouth, craving his lips on her own. With that in mind, he gave her the choice he’d not allowed her to make three years ago when he’d rejected her. “Tell me you want me to fuck you. I won’t touch you if you don’t, and I want to hear it.” His soul was begging her to ask for him, plead for his touch. He was ready and willing, and she need only say the words. She didn’t disappoint.

“Will you? Please will you make love to me?” Her voice was quiet and hesitant, and he couldn’t wait to test that hesitance. Leaning to her mouth and finally consummating the kiss that had begun years ago, he latched himself to her top lip, pulling it between his own. His fangs were retracted, but he knew the moment his arousal built to a frenzy, he would have to be careful not to pierce her delicate skin. Her mouth tasted like her essence, and as he inhaled the scent of her arousal that emanated from her skin and the warm virginity between her legs, his own arousal built as the lilting beat of his heart sped and lurched in want.

As quickly as she asked the question, she stilled and pulled from his lips to look at his eyes. He studied her, wanting to devour her. “Will it be … different because you’re not human?”

“Are you concerned I won’t measure up to the other men you haven’t been with,” Truman mocked with a devilish smirk, taunting her arousal with his seductive voice that he knew would leave her wanting him all the more.

As Ember’s cheeks flushed pink with embarrassment, she bristled with nervousness. “I just didn’t know … I mean … you know … uh … do we have to use protection? Or … is there even anything to … you know…” She waved her hands about between their faces in what he could only guess was supposed to be the universal sign for ejaculation, and as he chuckled at her absurdity—he’d seen it plenty before—he shook his head coolly.

“My body hasn’t forgotten how to function like a man, and I come just like I did when I was still human. That said, my body is as alive as yours, just not in the same way, and there is no compatibility anymore between my cum and your sweet, tight pussy. So take heart, dear Ember, there’s nothing to worry about.” Truman watched her every reaction to his words. She was nervous, and his vulgar words sent another flush to her skin. Her arousal peaked again as he inhaled deeply.

As he plunged his tongue within her mouth once more to silence her fears, he felt and savored the warmth of her silken skin. He’d limited his sexual activity to his own kind since transitioning, and he was so very ready to feel that human warmth gripping his cock. It had been too many hundred years since he’d felt that incredible heat. She was the only one who could satisfy that need. He trailed his hands back to the top button. When he parted the fabric, he pulled from her mouth to gaze at her body, and yet another flood of arousal hit his senses. Every scent of her need drove him deeper into his want.

Her body worked remarkably like his own, though so different. Her arousal fed his, and he was stiff and rigid in his need to invade and conquer her body. Truman knew from many a long hour of watching her that she hadn’t given herself to a man yet. He was relieved every time a date ended with her going home alone, and while he understood well enough that it was events in her past that made this such a difficult hurdle for her, he was relieved for his own personal, ever-alive masculine reasons. He wanted her. He wanted her virginity to belong to him. He wanted to be the one she accepted when all others failed.

His gaze roamed, and his arousal strained against the front of his pants. He may have studied her for years, but aside from finding her naked in the basement as a child, and then again with Todd in a different basement three years ago, he’d never overstepped this boundary, regardless of the fact that he could. This was his first sight of her body since that time, and he’d forgotten how truly stunning she was.

Her nipples were tight and hard. The areolas were small and deliciously pink and supple. Her breasts had the most perfect round shape that begged to be gripped and squeezed within his palms, and he reached for her body, giving into his long-stifled desire. His cool hands met the warmth of her skin as he stroked. Quite frankly, he wanted to bite. He wanted to sink his fangs into the luscious skin of her breast and taste her. But he would never hurt her, and so, he ignored the deep ache in his jaw where his fangs already protruded.

As he trailed his fingertips over her skin, she flushed and gasped. She watched him, and the writhing movements of her hips spoke of her deep yearning to fuck him. He had a few more pleasures in mind first. His mouth moved to her breast, and he licked a trail around her nipple, avoiding the sensitive peak.

Ember’s hips moved and writhed at the touch of his mouth, and her hands clenched as her arousal fought to run free. When he looked back to her eyes to watch her torment, she begged once more. “Please, I just need you inside me. Please.”

The smirk that spread slowly across his face left her eyes begging for his compliance. “I promise you by the end of the night, that’s exactly where I’ll be, but three hundred years on this Earth have made me a very patient man, and there are far too many pleasures I want to share with you first.” As he spoke, he walked his fingers down her body to linger above her panty line. Her dress was completely open to his gaze now, and he took his time looking over every last inch of her pale, beautiful skin as he stroked his finger along the waistband of her underwear.

Ember’s sigh was defeated and painfully aroused as her expression said she understood fully she’d have to give into his tortures if she wanted him to fuck her. Leaning to her ear, Truman whispered, “Stand up.” She rolled instantly from the bed and stood at the side as he sat up to face her body. “Take your dress off.” Ember shrugged in response to his words, letting the fabric fall down her slender, graceful arms. It fell to the floor behind her feet with a nearly imperceptible sound, and as the dress came to a rest, Truman moved his hands to Ember’s small waist. He held her waist possessively and pulled her body to his mouth. He kissed slow trails along her abdomen, stopped above her pubic region, and inhaled her scent.

She trembled in his clutches, and he knew with every last pace he put her through, her trembles would become more pronounced and leave her shuddering in want and ecstasy. As he inched her underwear down her hips, he looked up to her eyes. She returned his gaze as her stomach muscles twitched and jumped. He relished the sight of her trembling in front of him. She’d be pleading and begging him for it soon. When her finely haired pubic region came into view, his gaze moved from hers to study her body.

His fangs ached in his jaw as his arousal continued to mount, but she was in no danger from him. He craved blood as much as any of his kind, but he limited his indulgences to the evil of the world, not innocence, and while he intended to savor and enjoy the taste of her destroyed virginity when his cock was finished with her, he would never envenomate her body just to taste her blood.

As her underwear fell to her ankles, her legs trembled, and Truman grasped the backs of her thighs to steady her shaky limbs. When Ember’s body was back under control, he leaned once more to the smooth skin of her abdomen and kissed trails over her young, flat contour. He didn’t need to see her eyes to know she was watching. Her clenching and trembling stomach muscles spoke volumes of her mounting nervousness and need.

With a steady and deliberate movement, he rested the outer side of his hand on her pubic bone, and with a slow and gentle touch to the top of her cleft, he parted the lips of her vagina with his index finger and thumb. Ember’s gasp broke the silence of the room, and she was once again shaking and quivering. When Truman stroked the tight nub he’d exposed with his tongue, a powerful cry erupted from her mouth, and he chuckled between laps at her clitoris. This was not a torture she could tolerate for long if he was going to keep her from collapsing to the floor, so he abandoned her sex and stood to face her, moving his hands to cup and caress the round cheeks of her bottom. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and shared her taste with her.