A Black Destiny (Ch. 8)

Maharani looked at Aelfric questioningly. "A Lever?" She asked. He nodded, his grin broadening. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her body flush against his and pressing his knee up between her thighs, lifting her skirts as her slowly dragged his knee higher until it was pressed against the dampened crotch of her bloomers. 1

"You must bite me. I have bitten you and you have fed from me, but you must be the one to bite me when you feed or else the powers will not take you as they should." He murmured into Maharani's ear. His lips brushed her ear lobe as he kissed her neck softly. With a swift, nearly unnoticeable motion he ripped off her knickers, tossing them over the edge of the caskett. His fingers unlaced the bodice of her gown effortlessly, pulling the cloth open down it's center and revealing her pert, puckered nipples to his gaze. As Aelfric finally disposed of the last of Maharani's clothing, watching intently as she worked on his, he asked her the question that would seal her fate. "There is one more catch to this odd coupling we are part of, my love. You must tell me that you want my love, or else you will not have eternity. You will merely be an undead corpse with a ravenous appetite for the arterial deltes." 2

Maharani finished removing every last bit of Aelfric's clothing and pulled him down on top of her, their bodies meeting chest to chest, Alefric falling between her spread thighs with his lithe hips. "If you do not take me now I shall walk out that door and join a Brothel." She whimpered.3

"Good Enough." Aelfric reasoned, hooking his arms under her thighs and positioning his hard tool against the velveteen folds of Maharani's virginity. "There will be blood." Aelfric warned her, looking into her eyes. For the first time Maharani could see the tenderness within him. The edge his gaze normally posessed dissipated and left him with a soft, loving look in his eye as he met her gaze.4

"I know." Maharani answered, cupping his cheek in her warm hand. The frigidity of his skin was leaving him the more he and Maharani were joined. Either that or her warmth was leaving her, she could not tell, but the gap of contrast was closing rapidly. Without warning Aelfric pressed his hips forward, pausing briefly as he came to Maharani's barrier. She leaned up, her hand snaking to the back of his head and her fingers tangling in his hair, and she pulled him down to meet her lips. His mouth did not meet her, oh no, but she went for his neck, the delicious beating of his blood pulsing beneath his skin roiled under her lips and she felt herself begin to change. The power was moving into her body, taking over and she was changing rapidly. Without realizing she pushed her hips upward, crashing them against Aelfric. A sharp, almost pleasant pain rocked her whole body and in that instant, the wicked curves growing in Maharani's mouth sank into Aelfric's neck. The warm coppery liquid spilled over her tongue, flowing down her throat as she drank. Aelfric gasped in wonder, feeling his needs utterly fulfilled. He froze as the realizations flooded his mind. No more running, no more deceit or fighting or searching. No more elaborate plans. He had his love, his mate and his wife. He was finally complete. 5

As Maharani suckled gently at the punctures in Aelfric's neck, he began to pull his hard cock back, bringing himself utnil only the head of his hardon was resting at Maharani's entrance. He slammed himself back into her wet warmth up to the hilt for the first of many times, his back and buttocks muscles rippling as he pumped in and out of her. His mate. He felt alive for the first time in centuries. He felt warmth and flesh that he was not feeding on for his own life, but to create another. He dipped his head to Maharani's upturned face as she finshed tenderly licking his wounded neck, and kissed her. Their tongues collided in a heated battle, rubbing and pressing and their lips pulled at one another. Aelfric could taste his blood mixed with her saliva, and nothing ever tasted so good. His hand left her thigh, leaving hooked around his hip, and traveled between their bodies to her breasts. He began to fondle her, squeezing and cupping her breasts as theybounced with every thrust Aelfric made into her body.6

"I can't hold out." Maharani groaned, whimpering gently with every thrust. Aelfric plunged into her one last time, sinking his dick into her as he sank his teeth into her throat, feeding on her waning humanity. The orgasm that rocked their entwined bodies was not merely an internal reaction, the room began to shake with the power that was exchanged between the two lovers. As the ancient power of the Lord of The Children of The Dark was given to Maharani from Aelfric, the ability to feel and love completely, and to feel human emotion was strengthened in Aelfric's heart by Maharani's dying mortality. as his seed left him and pooled in her womb, Aelfric knew that his love must rest for a while, she had just died and been reborn and was now forming another undead life, even as she lay sleeping. He kissed her eyelids and pulled the heavy cover from the foot of the tremendous coffin and covered his love. Hurrying, he then dressed. He had not told her this, but Aelfric knew it would onlybe a matter of hours before he faced the first fight to protect his new found happiness, and the prophecy did not say if he would win or not...7