Longings and Loathings - Chapter 13

"This was an awesome idea, Charlie" she giggled.
"Told you this was the best place on earth, even if it is not your colours on the field"
"This way I can mock you live" she laughed full on "Well, I'll whisper it on your ear. I don't want to get beat up in here"

He stared at her with the cocky grin that she loved on his face.

"Do that, I'll give you a good old spanking to teach you to respect the great ones"
"Yeah, right! Promises!"

She had nothing better to do, so she joined. She always did have a good time when with Charlie.
Izzy always wondered how it would be like to actually have a go with him, but the notion of how it could ruin the most amazing relationship between them always stoped her. Charlie was a goof even though he claimed the same, she had always doubted that he would actually make a move.

She was bored so why not push him a bit harder, she knew his triggers due to years of open discussions about sex. They could handle a hook up and none of them was "busy" relationship wise.

"You are still to explain to me why in the earth you decide to come in a flowy skirt to a match full of machos high on testosterone."
"Easy access, off course! You never know... I see a couple of cute guys around... and girls."

She winked at Charlie and he measured exactly how much skirt there was covering her big butt. Izzy was a full on woman and he would so get lost on those curves. She didn't even realize that her size could never hide the sexy mind and sensuality that made her one of a kind.

"You are one wind-blow away from showing of your thong in here with that skirt."

She looked him in the eye and gave him her best naughty smile before leaning in close enough to smell his yummy perfum and whisper in his ear.

"That is not a problem, you see. I am not wearing any, let me show you..."

He stood very still for a moment before composing himself and uttering in a hard voice.

"Don't say that again or I'll rip off that skirt of yours."

She laughed and held her hand out to him.

"Come with me, I think I saw a hiding place over there."
"I know this place like the back of my hand, there are no hiding places, just places less in sight..."
"Is that a problem? I swear I don't bite."

He shook his head and followed her. She guided him to an access tunel, except for a few people going to the bathroom no one was coming that way. She pressed him against the wall and started to give light kisses on his check while pressing her breasts against his chest.

"What are you doing Izzy, are you sure of what you are starting here?"

She carried on with the light kisses while saying the honest words that she always seemed to be able to speak, no matter how hard they were to say.

"I've always... imagined... how it would... be... to taste you. Today... I'm finding out..."

She ran her tongue teasingly between her lips on his neck, making him shiver and finally place his arms around her waist.
They kiss each other's faces teasingly, taking turns, teasing the skin with parted lips and the tips of their tongues, taking their time with a silly child like game. She stops and stares into his big brown eyes and leans in to reach for more. She kisses him for the first time and tastes his mouth in hers and lets out a small pleasure sound as their tongues begin to dance in synch.
His hands slide over her ass, feeling how it fills his hands and she presses herself more against him, holding his face between her hands. She caresses his neck and allows her hands to wonder to his hair, while their lips merge without coming out for air, drowning in each other hungrily.

His hands wander from her ass to her thighs and hesitate before wandering any further under her skirt. She parts their kisses to look him in the eye and guide one of his hands to explore between her thighs. At the feel of his fingers in her shaved bare labia, she gasps for air and smiles nervously.

"See... no panties today."

The moist already growing on her sweet spot goes into his fingers as he starts playing with her, very gently. He smiles his cocky grin and brings up his fingers to taste, before guiding them back to where they came from and giving her a taste of herself from his lips.

"Izzy... we really should consider another location. I am two seconds away from ripping off the rest of your clothes..."

She heard the ringing sound getting louder and louder. She tried to stretch her arm to capture the demonic device that was pushing her away from the most awesome dream she had in months.
Grumpily she sat on the bed and silenced the alarm.

"Damn it Izzy... What the hell was that dream about? But damn..."

A sound of a text rings on her phone, she grabs it and read it on the screen.

Charlie: You're late. Do I need to join you or are you getting your sexy ass over here?

Bits and Pieces - Awakening

The sun had just set under the tall mountains and her crept bones started to come to life once more. The bones slowly reattaching themselves, skin leaving its emaciated look gaining a soft blush.
Her eyelids slowly fluttered open as the distinctive sound of the creatures of the night awaken from their enchanted sleep.
Softly she raises her cold torso and eyes warily her chamber. No one but her and her beautiful slave boy inside.
She listened to the sounds of the night mixed with the scrapping sound of her brothers trying to access her resting ground, the smell of the sweet man's blood allured them as they rise with the burning hunger inside.

He was not her first, it would not be her last but while he served her, there would be no other.
She tentatively tried to use her voice, feeling her throat raw from the thirst but as if compelled he raised his eyes to her and walked to her, kneeling by her stone bed, lowering his eyes as he turned his palms up to show his devotion and obedience to her.

She smoothly emerged from the cold coffin that protected her during her deathly sleep and demanded for one of his wrists. Swiftly he raised it to her, bracing himself for the pain and pleasure that followed, feeling himself strained and confined inside his chastity cage once her teeth brazed his skin, borrowing life from him to renew and empower his lady.

Her needs and appetites must be sated, he knew this inside and complied willingly with a loving and blind servitude. His frail life at her mercy, so easily taken from him if she so wished it. But even so, he could not help but to feel he had his on claim on this demoness that captured his heart and soul. He desired to be the only one to serve her, to make her become alive once again night after night even though his life years and youth would not accompany her through her long afterlife.

Secretly he wished for it not to be so, he wished that she would grant him with her gift of eternal life as he gave her his blood every night, he wished she would find him worthy of accompanying her into the eternal Night into the arms of Lilith and rejoice in immortality. But he would not ask it, he dreamed day after day that she would value his devotion and love and one night she would deem him worthy.

She released his wrist and ran her thin fingers over his head, entwining them in his clean and perfumed hair as she started to move fluidly once more, rejuvenated by his life essence.

"Thank you boy..." She spoke in her melodic and bewitching voice.
She opened the chamber door and the animals and brothers shrank back as she observed them with red rimmed eyes. They kneeled for her just as he did and watched her carefully not to look her in the eyes while she extended her arms up in praise with moon beams reflecting in her pale skin.

"Mother, welcome me into your arms again..."

Khira Chronicles - The reveal of the fallen (part 1)

If there was something that Khira had learned well during her years among vampires was not to trust them and to reveal the full extent of her abilities.
Their ignorance proved to be a powerful weapon if needed, it sure helped her escape to meet the Bojangles pack years ago.
She was just sitting at the local pub when the courier delivered Zephyr's invitation to break fast with him, he assured her of a very amiable vintage meal that she would surely enjoy, but more than offering a quality meal, he offered information on her mother's whereabouts.


"If he knew something, why didn't her say so when introduced to me? Maybe he didn't want the queen or Frederick to hear..."
"Did you say anything love?" Asked the scruffy old hag that tended the bar, she seemed to incorporate every concept of old wicked witch into one human, or not, vessel.
"Just talking to myself Ma'am."


She grumbled something Khira did not understand and resumed to what to seemed an "Morticia Addams" method of cleaning. The rag she used to scrub the counter must have been as old as her and it the true antithesis of clean.
Khira tried to ignore the fact that her bare arms were laying on the counter that must had been cleaned by that rag and returned to her rationalizations.


If her instinct was correct, Zephyr had something up his sleeve and the fact that he was an Elder so far away from the official Lamia court did not help her suspicions. He was up to something and by agreeing to meet him, she might be placing herself deliberately in danger.


"What's life without a little danger?" She said loudly before running her tongue over her fangs. "Might as well enjoy the meal and who knows? I may be wrong..."
"What?" The old witch yelled back to her.
"Nothing Ma'am, here is my expense." She got up and headed to find Zephyr's place of residence.


The old witch cursed and muttered to herself while watching Khira leave. "Damned young people, no manners..."


Khira didn't take long to find the location described in the message, she pondered for a few seconds if she should maybe warn Frederick of where she was but then she started remembering all his clingy attitude and quickly decided that it was better to depend only on her own as she had been taught.


Before she could knock on the door, it squeaked and opened for her revealing a very pleased vampire on the other side. He had a traditional japanese robe, the lantern Hakama, and his silvery hair was neatly pulled back in a high ponytail.


"Welcome, young one. Please do come in." The pointed with his arms the direction she should follow and she entered calmly, trying to take in as much information as possible about the place she had just entered. 


For a lion's lair, it looks quite fashionable. Let's just hope I don't become the lamb...


Zephyr lead her through the hallway until he reached a small living room, with a very cosy feel. The three sofas that populated the space looked extremely comfortable and the matching pillows added a welcoming feel to the room. It was anything but what she expected to find in the house of an Elder, stone walls and hard wood benches would me so much more in time with the owner, but she also guessed that for him to survive for so many centuries, at least she guessed that it would be his age, would have adapted to more current trends but still she was expecting the cliché. 


If she couldn't follow the preconceptions and common notions about the old ones, then she really was about to enter total unknown territory with Zephyr. The monarchs of the Lamia were old and powerful but the Elders were in a totally different category of power and might.


"Please do sit down Khira." 


She picked a long sofa across from where he was standing and sat down crossing her legs, she would play cool and relaxed until need of other stance. 


"So, this information you claimed to have, sir, will you be willing to share it now that I am in your presence?"
"Ah... the haste of youth... All in good time, dear Khira. Shall we not feed first?" He pushed a small button that had remained unnoticed by her until then and shortly after a maid entered with a child no older than 5 years in front of her and carrying an elegant decanter that resembled an hourglass filled with a rich dark colour in her hands.


"Do you like yours straight from the source? Or perhaps a bit more fresh?"

What Hides in the Dark - Darkness

Brenda woke up inside the wrecked car, the glass from the broken car window was everywhere along with the stuffing from the car seats.
It took her a moment to recall where she was and what had happened... Bruce.

The creature.... She thought and tried not make a sound as much as possible.
She felt herself shake uncontrollably and her first urge was to scream for help but it was still dark and she had no way of knowing if the creature still wondered close by to the car.

She remembered how the glass shattered, the creature was coming straight at her but it left her there.
Why?
 

 

She took a deep breath and started to raise herself as quietly as possible. The rustling of the broken glass over her making her hold her breath at each inch that she lowered her body. Everything around her was deadly silent, she feared for her brother and she needed to find him. 

"He may be dead... He may be dead." She began muttering. She peeked over the shattered window and saw nothing but the creapy woods and the marks left by Bruce'shands trying not be dragged away. She began shaking incontrollably and panic started to take over her at each passing second. 

A sound came from the woods breaking the silence of the night, an animalistic growl.

She started to struggle with the safety belt and with shaky hands she released it. 

She tried to open the door but it refused to give in, she heard the rustling of something moving and again the horrifying sound. 

She raised herself from the bench and started to slide herself out of the car through the broken window. 

"Shit..." she muttered as she cut herself  on the sharp edges of the window, the smell of blood overwhelmed her and she realized the consequences of her cut as the howl started to approach her. 

She tried to run back the way her and brother had driven from, but everything was pitch black. She struggled not to look back as she ran, her body fighting to keep conscient, her legs moving on pure survival instinct. 

Then she heard it and looked back... She screamed and almost lost her balance as she turned her back on the now pursuing creature. No, no, no.... Please...

"Someone help me, please!" She yelled but no lights but the one of moon were around, she sensed it coming close and strength beginning to faulter. 

On that moment she realized she was going to die.

She tripped and feel hard on the floor, digging the glass pieces deeper into her hands and legs. She cried, staining her clothes with the bloodied tears running down her face.  She turned herself on the floor to face the creature and watched with anhorrified expression as the creature gave the final jump in her direction. 

"Noooooooo!"

A gun shot sounded from behind her and then... Darkness.

Bits and Pieces - The Love of a Vampire

I can feel your presence
Your hot breath on my neck
My senses are heightened
You reach out to me
Wanting me to come to you
I open to you completely
Suddenly I am there in your arms
The feeling is so intense
Our eyes speak to each other
Our hearts beat in time
Our minds merge and we are one
I feel your tongue on my neck
Then exquisite pain
In an instant we are connected
Bonded for all eternity
Never to be parted
The miles cannot separate us-nothing can .

Khira Chronicles - The passion of Frederick

To live the afterlife waiting for her was unbearable but to long for her daughter also was driving him mad. Their resemblance sent shivers down his spine and made his longing even harder to contain.
She had never loved him, she always used him to keep boredom at bay during her mission he now realised...
But the warmth and the passion were real, it must have been.

He laid on his chambers and looked up to the ceiling recalling her intimate touch and their exchange of blood.
The way she soothed him was beyond words...The wet trail of her tongue, the feel of her skin against his...
The sound of her voice and the taste of her...

To have tasted her and to have lost her was too much and now, Khira.
So much like her mother... Much more than she was willing to admit or maybe she didn't know better.
But then again he knew how cold and cruel Eleannor could be and Khira didn't seem the killer vampire her royal blooded mother was...

Khira sounded young, untouched... he felt his own blood boil of just trying imagine if she had any of her mother's skills in the sensual arts.
"I'd love to taste her..." he exclaimed out loud.
"Frederick, did you say anything?"
"My dear Morgan, I was just thinking out loud. Rest my child."

It would be much simpler for him to simply love his child, his Morgan, but to him she was as his own daughter.
Eleannor wanted to simply discard her after torturing and feeding of her, but he couldn't bring himself to simply abandon the poor girl.
"That's only sign of your weakness and why you can not even be my lover outside court, Frederick" She told him before she left the city.

"Zephyr came looking for the newcomer today"
"What did he want?" He turned to face Morgan with fiery eyes and a raging expression.
"He wanted to invite the girl to break her fast with him tomorrow evening." she said with a sigh and shrug.

He would not lose another Bloody Clan woman. If Eleannor was his drug, Khira was his salvation and he would not let go of her so easily... Especially to Zephyr, she would not become just another trophy in his collection.

"Morgan, if someone comes looking for me simply tell them I am hunting..." He paced back and forth restlessly and proceeded "If Khira comes by tell her, I'll get her want she is looking for and to avoid Zephyr."
"Yes, Father" she shrugged while looking hungrily over the balcony to a innocent girl that strolled alone under the moonlight. She licked her fangs and kissed Frederick on the cheek before jumping into the night.

"Time to find an old friend..."

A note for my readers

Hi all,

it has been chaos on my life so unfortunately I haven't had much time to share with you as many stories as I'd like.
Unfortunately, I am not fully back yet. I am entering a Erotic Short-Stories writing contest and need my 10,000 words ready as until early June this year. Wish me luck!
In the meantime, I'd like to announce that I'll start a new category called "Bits & Pieces". So here you will find all other kinds of writing that I do, from Movie critics to politcal essays or even poetry. The catch is that some of them will be in portuguese, however I am not one to segregate, so I'll be translating them if you want me too.
I'll translate the titles and add the genre so, if you do want it translated to English, just leave me a comment.

Another thing, shortly I'll be adding an email address where you can contact me at all times to let me know which is your favourite category and what kind of story would you like to see next. I've received a couple of messages from readers asking for more on the "What hides in the dark"category. Everyone wants to know if Megan escapes on "Desperation Room" and what kind of monster was it on "Dark Night".
 If I completle the stories in one post it becomes tiresome to you, so If there is any conclusion you would like to see, let me know.

xoxo
Not gossip girl :P