Mira (5 page)

           
Distracted, Mira almost didn't feel the sharp teeth pierce the soft flesh of her breast. She cried out in surprise and pain, but he couldn't stop.
 
As the pain subsided, she could only feel Rillan's mouth moving against her skin. It was like a long, slow kiss.
 
Even this is gentle,
she thought, idly, her head beginning to spin.
I wonder what it tastes like.
Time nearly stopped while he took her blood from her breast.
 
Mira lifted her hands to his head, and her fingers stroked into his hair.

           
His fingers continued squeezing and twisting her nipple.
 
It’s a strange combination of pain and pleasure.
 
The bite, the pressing lips, his tongue stroking, his fingers pinching.
Mira closed her eyes, concentrating on the lightheaded feeling coming on and the soft suckling noises. She heard soft moans and gasps as well, and it took her a moment to identify that they were coming from her mouth.

           
When Rillan finally finished feeding and pulled away from her, Mira felt some regret. In a way, his taking from her seemed completely right, at that moment. She was a little dazed.
 
When she felt his lips press against hers, she was surprised at first.
 
Then she found herself wantonly leaning into the kiss.
 
Her hands still in his hair urged him to go farther.
 
She could taste warmth and copper and she realized it was her blood in his mouth.

           
Rillan straightened, and waited until Mira opened her eyes before speaking. “It's pleasure and pain,” he said. “A very potent combination.”

           
Mira agreed with a silent nod, watching in fascination while Rillan licked her fresh blood from his lips. “I don't know what I expected.”

           
“You expected I would rip your pretty dress, and take everything you had to offer.
 
You expected an act of violence. In a week, you might have gotten what you expected.” He leaned down to where his teeth punctured her skin and licked around the holes, lapping at the trickle of blood still oozing. Mira shivered in pleasure. Her skin burned where his tongue touched her. “They do you and your sisters a disservice, sending you here unprepared,” he said in between strokes of his tongue on her skin.

           
Mira didn't reply. She couldn't have formed words,
even
if she wanted to. Besides, he was absolutely right, she had not been prepared for any of this: the darkness of the cave, what he truly was, or how lonely she would feel. She had not been prepared for his gentle touch. She had definitely not been prepared for the arousal she was now feeling. Her arms reached for his neck, wanting to hold him to her breast. Rillan caught the edge of her dress with his fangs and pulled down, freeing both breasts. Sucking in a ragged breath, he took one nipple into his mouth and sucked hard.

           
Shrugging her arms out of the sleeves, Mira reached for Rillan. Finding the laces to his shirt, she tugged. The knot untied, and a portion of Rillan's chest was exposed to her touch. Tracing a fingertip down the center of his chest, she found the next lace. In her haste, she pulled a little harder than she intended, ripping the fabric of the shirt and popping one of the buttons on his vest. She didn't hear the ripping fabric over the sound of rushing in her ears, like water. All she noticed was that it was easier to remove both the shirt and vest at the same time, pushing them down around his arms.

           
Rillan raised his arms to circle her waist, not realizing that she hadn’t quite finished with his shirt.
 
His muscles flexed and this time the sound of ripping material was too loud for either of them to ignore. For a moment, they both stopped, a little surprised. Rillan released her nipple from his lips, looking down at his shredded shirt and bare chest. “You're stronger than you look, girl,” he said, smiling and forgetting himself for the first time in ages. He actually laughed. It rang through the cavern, and echoed in Mira's ears. The terrible intensity constant in his expression, broke with that laugh, and she couldn't help smiling along with him.

           
“Lord Tiernay, are you mocking me,” Mira asked, coyly pushing her lips down into a frown.

           
Rillan licked his lips and grinned at her. A day ago, the sight of his fangs bared like that would have scared Mira almost to the point of running from him and her duty. But now, she grinned back, laughing with him, as he shifted his weight to sweep her into his arms and swing her around to the bed. He laid her down gently, and pulled her dress completely off her body. He took only the care needed to make sure the dress didn't tear as he removed it, then tossed it away into a corner. He finished undressing himself, and Mira closed her eyes and waited, not exactly comfortable, but not frightened anymore.

           
She could almost feel his gaze on her skin. He watched her chest rise and fall, listening to the shallow breath. Rillan still hungered for her blood, but he wanted to taste the rest of her first. He knelt at the edge of the bed, and spread Mira's legs apart. Bringing his face close to her foot, he licked the heel. Mira felt his tongue tickle her insole, and gasped when the cold of his mouth engulfed her big toe. He sucked and licked that toe, then the other four before dragging his tongue up the inside of her calf, dipped into the crook of her knee, and along the inside of her thigh. Rillan stopped just short of her sex, and moved to her other leg, again starting at the toes and teasing his tongue up Mira's thigh.

           
Rillan stared at the pink folds, raising his hand to spread the lips. With one finger, he barely stroked the nub at the top of the long slit, causing Mira's body to writhe. Her fingers clutched the blankets in anticipation.
 
Rillan trailed his tongue along the inside of her thigh and down into the dip beside her sex.
 
He listened to her moan hungrily, working his way with agonizingly slow strokes closer and closer to her center.
 
He took his time licking her outer lips and dipping into the valley beside the soft folds of her vulva.
 
Her clit protruded proudly from its little hood and quivered, begging him to suck on it.

           
Rillan delighted in the sounds of her pleasure.
 
There was something about being capable of pleasing her that made him feel less of the beast he believed himself to be.
 
Each time his tongue touched her gently, a needy moan erupted from her lips.
 
He wasn’t even sure she realized that she was making the sounds, but he never wanted her to stop.

           
Her sex dripped with desire.
 
Finally Rillan gave in and let himself taste her.
 
His tongue dipped deftly between the soft pink folds.
 
In one long stroke from her core to her clit, she came for him.
 
Rillan watched Mira’s body tremble and her breath catch in her chest.
 
He sat up to stare at her face and reached down to tease her swollen clit while she convulsed, back arching up off the bed and hands gripping the blankets.

           
When the waves of pleasure subsided, she stared up at him in awe.
 
She never dared imagine that he could be like this.
 
At the same time, the smile he returned appeared so superficial.

           
Rillan wanted more.
 
As Mira read the further intent on his face, she blushed a bit under his gaze.
 
Seeming so sweet, innocent, and willing, Mira nearly made him forget where and what he was.
 
Rillan reminded himself that the minute she saw the other side of him she would beg for death as all the others did.
 
He had given up thinking that the next girl would be different, a long time ago.
 
Enjoy this moment
, he said to himself.
 
She believes she can save you right now.
 
Let her, enjoy her.
 

           
The abyssal emptiness Mira saw looking into his eyes was almost more frightening than his fangs.
 
Desperately, Mira wanted to do something to change it.
 
She reached up to touch his face, and he closed his eyes, leaning into her hand.
 
Then his hand came up to the back of hers.
 
“Make me feel like that again,” she asked timidly.

           
The smile returned to his lips, and he turned to her hand, kissing her palm, before pushing her back down on the bed and whispering, “As you wish.”

           
Rillan knelt between her legs and took his hard cock in hand.
 
He groaned, holding himself back, as he squeezed the shaft and stroked the head up and down her slit.
 
He watched her watching him, eyes wide with uncertainty.
 
Lining his cock up with her virgin entrance, he pressed himself tentatively against her, waiting for her reaction.
 
Mira’s body stilled, and she whimpered.
 
Closing her eyes, she gripped the bed sheets and braced herself for his next movement.
 

           
Taking a deep breath, Rillan forced himself past her maidenhead and into her body.
 
She gasped, and her face contorted with uncertainty and discomfort.
 
“Relax,” he said gently and stroked her hair from her brow.
 
He held himself over her, half his length inside her and waited for the fluttering walls of her sex to calm and adjust before pushing the rest of the way in.

           
Mira moaned as the burning pain subsided, and she felt him completely sheath himself in her pussy.
 
His hand reached between them, and his fingers began to dance on her clit.
 
As pleasure began to seep through her once again, she reached up for Rillan.
 
To his surprise, she pulled him to her and began kissing and nibbling at his lips.
 
When her hips moved beneath him, Rillan pulled his hand away and began to rock against her.

           
Mira stopped her kisses only to moan her appreciation of the slow gentle strokes he was torturing her with.
 
Rillan took his time making love to her.
 
He gave her whatever she seemed to want, alternating from kissing and suckling on her lips, neck, or breasts.
 
He let her hands guide him over her body, as he thrust into her in an agonizingly slow dance.
 
When she came for him again, he closed his eyes, pulled back from her lips, and pressed deeply into her.
 
As he felt her pussy convulsing around his shaft
,
his body tightened, and he flooded her with his own release.
 
He held onto the sensation for as long as he could, gently pushing into her a few more times as the last of his cold seed spilled into her.

           
Breathing heavily, he braced himself on his elbows above her.
 
When they both came back to reality, he looked into her eyes warning her that he wasn’t quite done yet.
 
One more test for my brave little one,
he thought.
 
This part sent more than one completely compliant girl running from his rooms.

           
Mira watched him uncertainly.
 
The look on his face didn’t match the current situation.
 
His touch and manor, so gentle and giving were harsh contrast to his now cruel eyes.
 
Then his face started to change.
 
The handsome warrior distorted, his skin paled and his eyes turned completely black and cold, simultaneously receding into his skull as the skin pulled tight.
 
It was as though she was staring into empty sockets.
 
His fangs grew to fill the whole of his mouth, and teeth which had been normal became daggers slanting in all directions.
 
Mira
lie
lay
completely still, while the monster she feared from the beginning took form on top of her.
 

           
Rillan waited a few moments, allowing her to soak in the harsh reality of his horrific features.
 
When she didn’t begin crying or trying to escape, he leaned up on one arm and pushed her head to the side.
 
The vampire opened his mouth wide, revealing not only two delicate fangs in his mouth, but numerous long, angry knives jutting from where teeth should have been.
 
Rillan leaned down toward her neck, holding her head so that she wouldn’t move and cause him to harm her.
 
A tongue much too long for his mouth snaked out and laved along her neck, searching for a pulse.
 
Mira trembled
;
,
still her resolve held firm.
 
Rillan was amazed, as he felt her relax beneath him.
 
When he put his mouth over her pulse, she took in a deep breath.
 
He bit down, and a soft whimper escaped her lips
.
,
s
S
till she didn’t cry out.