The Font (15 page)

             
“Elisha, please,” she sobbed, not sure what it was that she begged him for.

             
“A little more, Naya,” he said.  She was sure she could hear the teasing smile in his voice.  “I like making you crazed with desire.  I like hearing you beg.”

             
The dark orb of his head moved down once more, and Naya shrieked with mingled despair and anticipation.  “Elisha, don’t, please, you’re killing me—”

             
His mouth was on her clit again, brutalizing her with passionate spikes of desire.  Her bottom jerked up and down, beating against the ground helplessly as Elisha made her take the luscious abuse.  She cursed him.

             
“Oh Naya, Naya, Naya,” he laughed, leaving her poised on the edge of climax once more, refusing to let her
de
scend into sweet dissolution.  “It is fun making you accept such
wondrous
agony.  I think I could do this all night.”

             
“Please Elisha,” she wailed.  “Don’t be mean.”

             
“I think you can beg me a little better than that.”

             
Again he mouthed her until she could feel the sharp teeth of completion biting into her.  Again he stopped just as she began to crest.

             
Naya screamed long and loud, making dogs in the distance bark in alarm.  She squirmed against Elisha’s implacable strength, desperate to gain contact, for that one last touch that would send her over into the abyss of delight.  He held her easily, denying her that final bit to release the swollen tension that billowed her womb.

             
“What do you want of me?” she cried.  “What is it you want me to do?”

             
“Lie still and accept my command over you.  Beg me with pretty words, but resign yourself to my whims.  Surrender completely to me, no matter how you wish otherwise.”

             
Naya sobbed.  How could he expect her to simply submit to this torment, this terrible pleasuring as if it was his right?  She writhed, trying to impose her need on him, but she could not make him take her to fulfillment.

             
Instead, he licked and sucked and nipped the tender flesh once more, again bringing her to the point where she thought she must orgasm, she would come whether he wanted her to or not.  But no, Elisha always knew just when to release the engorged nubbin, to leave her wanting and crying with desperation.

             
“Obey me, Naya.  Make my will yours.”

             
How could he torture her so brutally and speak so gently?  Naya had never known such luscious agony as what Elisha visited on her, had never experienced a hell that took her the barest inch from paradise. 

             
Again and again, Elisha’s mouth worked its terrible magic.  Naya’s nether parts ached fiercely, and she cried, shrieked, cursed, begged, and bargained for release.  Elisha was merciless though, her supplications making no impact on him at all.

             
At last Naya gave up, her entire body trembling violently as he sweetly assaulted her yet again.  Her arms lay at her sides, her legs slung over Elisha’s shoulders, all limbs weak from the tension that filled her womb.  She looked at the star-pocked sky overhead, tears running from her eyes as he rubbed that vicious tongue over her clit, bringing her closer and closer to the end that would never come.  He would indeed keep her in this hell forever, hovering on the brink of glorious release, never to realize the joyous liberation of passion realized.  She would die like this, glimpsing nirvana without ever setting foot there.

             
“Naya.”

             
He spoke, his lips and tongue still working on her helpless flesh, the vibration bringing fresh warmth cascading through her lower parts.  She moaned.

             
“Naya.”

             
“What?” she whimpered, her voice wavering in defeat.

             
“Have you conceded your body to me?”

             
Shuddering sobs.  She almost couldn’t speak for the force of them.

             
“Is this body mine, Naya?”

             
“Yes, Elisha.  It is yours.”

             
“Even if I choose to not let you come?  Even if I force you to endure this the entire night?”

             
Naya’s chest heaved with the onslaught of her grief.  He would do it.  She knew he would.  And there was nothing she could do about it.

             
“Naya?”

             
“It is yours.  I am yours.”

             
“To do as I wish, whatever it may be?”

             
“Yes.”

             
Again, there was the sense of a smile in his voice.  “Then I wish you to c
limax
, my Naya.  Well done.”

             
Then he was sucking hard on her clit, his tongue swirling around and around the tip, two of his fingers pressing into her sheath, working in and out hard and fast.  The elation filled her until she thought she must burst apart, and even as it broke over her, the tidal wave finally crashing its full weight upon her, crushing her in its drowning embrace, she thought,
he won’t let me, he’ll stop just as it happens, he won’t…

             
Then all coherent thought was gone, ripped away in a surge of blinding whiteness that chased the velvet night sky away, along with the half-fallen barn, the crumbling house, the sad little grave markers of Elisha’s long-lost family.  Naya knew nothing beyond the deluge of sensation that poured through her body
.  I
t filled her senses with dazzling brilliance so vivid that it negated all knowledge of herself.

             
She came back to the real world, riding the continued pulses of her body’s delight.  Elisha was there, his body joined to hers
.  T
he slap-slap of his groin against her sex and his cock sliding in her tight yet yielding channel maintain
ed
the thrum of pleasure.  Little detonations sparked here and there as the vampire worked towards his own release, and Naya seized against him from time to time with renewed climax.  His breath came faster with her every seizure, his groans more numerous with every convulsion that sought to milk his cock of its juices.

             
Naya’s legs closed over his buttocks, pulling him closer, deeper, filling herself with him.  She traced his nipples and strained upward to capture one in her mouth.  She flicked the pert tip with her tongue as he had done to her poor clit and pinched the other between her finger and thumb.  His moan was long and drawn out, a bit of payback for what he’d forced her to endure.

* * * *

             
So close.  His scrotum was drawing up tight as Elisha whipped himself in and out of Naya’s hearth, feeling how her tight, wet warmth closed all around him.  His pulse, so long missing, drummed wildly in his ears as his heart remembered to beat with a wild tattoo.

             
Naya had first gifted him with her blood, then the extra powers of her blood, then her body.  Then her perfect
sexual
submission, the greatest gift
he felt
a woman could grant a man.  Now she had given him a semblance of life once more, something he’d never thought he’d experience again.   His heart thundered within his chest, his lungs filled with air.  Nevermind it was only a temporary condition, that once his climax was reached it would be over once more.  For now, Elisha was alive again.

             
Alive.

             
Pleasure was a clenched fist in his gut, squeezing down to a hard knot.  It was the instant before release, and Elisha’s hips stuttered against Naya as he hovered between agonized anticipation and blessed realization.

             
Then the knot in his groin unraveled, and a glorious bolt seemed to shoot from the base of his spine, exploding out of his manhood in an uncoiling ribbon of ecstasy.  Elisha groaned long and loud as it spilled from him to fill the warm woman beneath his straining body.

             
For a wonder, she caught fire once more, her birdlike cries twining about his to bring beautiful life to his long dead farm.  The site of his greatest joys and deepest sorrows rang with their joyous melody.

             
As he spent his last spasms Elisha sagged over Naya, thinking again of how perfectly she fit his body.  He had known he was lonely these past years, but he hadn’t realized the keen edge of his aloneness until now.  With Naya, that aching emptiness was banished.

             
The words she spoke as they regained their senses made him want to weep.  “I want to stay with you.  Always.”

Elisha
wanted it too.  He wanted it so badly it was a physical pain inside him to contemplate otherwise.  But could he trust Naya, who had so recently been devoted to Heriolf?  And even if he could, what of the threat of the others who would see her dead to put an end to the threat of her blood’s power?  What of Heriolf himself, who might find a way to take her from Elisha?  How could he open himself to the one thing he swore he’d never do again, to fall in love with someone who he could so easily lose?

After losing his entire family to illness, Elisha swore it hopeless to ever love like that again.  Even Sebastian and his maker, though dear to his heart, had never owned it.  And now here was Naya, making him feel the attainability for happiness again, for love with all its beauty and tragedies waiting to spring at him.  It should be impossible, but yet again fate was laughing at him, making the impossible
a
brutal reality.

Chapter 9

             
Sebastian stepped out of the trailer, having confirmed the old swamp rat had died.  At least it had been by his own hand.  What Heriolf had done to Malachi was enough to make Sebastian remember
how
it felt to be nauseous.  Guilt that he could only stay in hiding while Heriolf had literally eaten the man’s heart out of his chest gave him a sense of self-loathing.  Nevermind he would have only gotten himself killed had he tried to rescue Malachi.  It
still
sat badly to let another die and not lift a finger to stop it. 
Sebastian couldn’t even look at the pile of ashes that was all that was left of the vampire. 
Such was the hellish existence under the rule of Heriolf. 
             

Mariel suddenly swooped down from the sky, landing next to the heap that had been a
decent, if not terribly smart,
vampire.  She snarled, showing fangs.  “What happened?  Who is this?”

“Malachi.  Heriolf caught him spying.”

She blanched, her
bronze
skin going sickly pale.  “You saw it?”

“There was nothing I could do.  He
riolf
had his guards and he’s still too strong for any one of us.”

Mariel stared up at the moon, as if its bland face would give her answers to their problems.  “Damn him.  And damn that Font of his!”

Sebastian kept his voice even.  “She’s as much a victim as we are, Mariel.”

“It doesn’t matter.  She’s the reason Heriolf
is
in power.  She’s the reason we live in fear
. 
The Font must die.”

It was hard not to agree with her, especially when the flakes of Malachi’s remains were slowly scattering in the breeze.  “I hear you.  I have to get back to tracking Heriolf.”

Mariel’s lips were thin with anger.  “Talk to Elisha, Sebastian.  He’ll listen to you and see reason.”

Sebastian gave her a quick jerk of a nod and lifted off to fly into the night.  Mariel was right of course; the only sure way to end Heriolf’s reign was for Naya to die.  But his best friend had become emotionally invested in her, and that was no small thing.  Elisha hadn’t allowed anyone into his heart since his wife and children passed.  Even the sorrow and anger at
Thaddeus’
final death
hadn’t done much to shake Elisha’s stoicism. 

Naya represented a shift in
Elisha’s
ability to be emotionally invested.  It would have delighted
Sebastian
for the man who he considered a brother to find love, if only he had found it with someone else. 

Sebastian wanted Elisha’s happiness, wanted it so much for him he would have laid down his own life to make it happen.  But was Naya worth the risk?  Sebastian’s thoughts whirled as the dark earth passed beneath him.

* * * *

Heriolf stood in the small clearing
in the woods where he’d tracked Naya.  T
he scent of sex assault
ed
him from every direction:  from the tree, from the disturbed ground beneath his feet, in the air itself.  And he knew Lyndon and the guards standing nearby could smell it too.  For their part, they were silent and stood absolutely still as they awaited his orders.