VAMPIRE ROMANCE: The Fallen from Grace(Prince of Darkness Vampire Angel Fantasy Paranormal Adventure) (Dark Fantasy New Adult Devil Short Stories) (9 page)

My heart jumped when I saw him. I stood up and ran to him. I hugged him and wrapped my legs around him.

“Adrian! Where have you been? I’ve been so scared,” I said almost weeping in his arms.

“I am sorry. I had to leave for a while. I did not mean to frighten you.”

“I was only frightened you would not return.”

“You seemed more frightened than that, you must know that I would never hurt you.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Come with me. I must show you something,” he said.

He grabbed my hand and led me outside into the snow in the back of the castle. The moon was full and bright and it reflected off the snow lighting up the night. Adrian pulled me to him and pressed his lips against mine in a soft but aggressive way. I felt myself melting in his arms as his body radiated heat. I felt the familiar stirrings inside of me and I felt aroused instantly. I wanted him right then and there. Then he pulled away from me and said, “Wait there.”

Then he took a few steps away from me distancing himself.

“Adrian, don’t leave me alone!” I yelled after him.

“I am not, just wait there and watch me,” he said.

Then he stopped and faced me. He had a hard stern look on his face. Then like magic, he was encircled by a glowing green light of mist. When it evaporated there was a white bear in his place. The same bear I saw that day. I fell to my knees as my legs gave out under me. This was unbelievable. It was true. It was all true, the myths and legends surrounding this castle were true. The snow crunched under the heavy weight of the animal as it slowly came toward me. I was frightened and didn’t know if it was more animal or if Adrian was in there somewhere. Then it got close enough so that I could see its eyes, they were kind and soulful. It let out a little whimper and bowed its head to me. I petted the top of the head and scratched. Then it nudged its head against my cheek. I laughed in response. I could not believe that this was happening. Then it walked away and once again the green glow returned. Then Adrian emerged from it.

“Adrian! How? That is incredible!” I yelled.

“So you do not find it repulsive, that I am a creature?” he asked.

“Repulsive? No, never. I think it is magical. I am fascinated and in awe,” I said as I reached my hand up to his cheek.

He smiled. “I was worried. That day that you first saw me, the look in your eyes was complete fear. I hated myself for scaring you like that.”

“Well, yes but a bear had just burst out of the door I think fear is a natural reaction. It had nothing to do with you, because I did not know it was you,” I said.

He smiled and picked me up. He was strong and carried me cradling me in his arms with ease. Once again he made me feel like a light dainty woman because my weight was nothing to him because he was a strong bear of a man. My full figure was not an issue, and I think he thought it was quite sexy. I could not believe that I had previously made love to a mythical magic man. And now it seemed like I would again as Adrian carried me upstairs into his bedchamber. However, now I knew what he was and that turned me on even more. I was already feeling very turned on and wet with anticipation. He had that affect on me. He was so mysterious and magical that just being near him turned me on. He placed his hand on the back of my thigh and let it glide slowly to the inner part of my thigh. My breath grew heavier with eagerness for what was coming next. His fingers gently ran and up down my opening and then pressed inside of me. I needed him so badly. I needed him to fuck me right then and there.

“Do you like how that feels Sarah?” he asked.

“Yes,” I whispered. “It’s feels so good. I like your fingers inside me,” I said as he moved leisurely in and out of me with his hand. He groaned and then drew his fingers out. He stood me up and began the gradual process of stripping me. Then he picked me up and tossed me on the large heavy bed. He unfastened his top and lugged off his boots and slacks. I spread-eagled out on the bed in front of him watching him disrobe. I touched myself gently making loops around my clit as he watched. He smiled that enchanting grin of his as he clutched his cock and rubbed it. I couldn’t stop looking at him doing it. I wanted it in my mouth and I wanted it now. I got up from the bed. I walked to him and kneeled down in front of him. He groaned in response. I gripped his firm cock and placed it in my mouth. I slid it far into my mouth and whimpered. I let the vibrations of my mouth go onto his hard cock. Adrian pushed his head back in ecstasy and ran his hands in my hair. I licked and sucked and used my hands on him. I wanted it to feel good. I wanted him to enjoy it in reward for being so honest with me. I knew it took a lot to share his secret with me and he was obviously scared that I would see him as a monster. However it was the opposite, I was more attracted to him now than ever. He finally couldn’t take anymore and he pulled me up. He laid me down on the bed and hovered over me. I spread my legs ready for him to be between my thighs. I liked feeling his firm toned body on the inside of my thighs. He gripped his cock and placed the tip inside of me. I moaned, “Adrian. Yes, Adrian. You feel so good inside me.”

He moved slowly and then made circles with his hips moving his cock inside me. I grasped onto the blanket and made a fist trying to hold on and not cum yet. He kissed my neck and traced kisses down to my breasts. His mouth sucked lightly on my nipples and then his lips pulled tenderly on them. I moved my hand delicately caressing down his back feeling every muscle as he moved. He was a very strong man, not just a man but also a bear. He pulled out of me slightly and then glided wildly in and out of me. It was quick movements and it was my favorite thing he did to me. Within seconds I was yelling as vibrations blasted inside of me. Adrian tensed and then discharged a few seconds later. We laid in his bed and curled up with each other as the snow fell outside the window. I was in disbelief over the activity of the night. Was this real or a dream? Adrian had transformed into a bear and it was part of his family history that went back generations. A magic that I would never understand but he had opened the door to the world of magic for me. Now I knew it was indeed a real thing, and that changed my life forever.

After that night I was now fully immersed in Adrian’s life. It turned out that my stepfather knew about Adrian’s ability though he himself did not have the ability. The girl Adrian was seeing in the village was a made up lie that they told my mother in order to explain Adrian disappearing for long lengths of time as he went off to be a bear in the woods.

A week later it time for me to leave. I was packing in my room not wanting to leave. How could I go back to the normal world after all that I had been through here? What’s more was how could I live with out Adrian? He made me feel like a desirable woman and not the chubby girl that other people saw. That was an intoxicating feeling for me and I did not want to lose it. My bedroom door opened and Adrian marched in. He grabbed me in his arms and placed a firm kiss on my lips. I instantly went weak and was aroused. He had that affect on me.

“Is that your goodbye kiss to me?” I asked.

“No, it is a kiss to convince you to stay. Stay here with me Sarah. I have never been with anyone like you. No one will ever accept me the way you do. Please stay. I can take care of you here,” he pleaded.

It was everything that I had hoped to hear from him, but now that it was in front of me it was a big decision. I would have to leave my life behind, but what did I really have to go back to anyway besides my job that I didn’t love anyway.

“What would happen if I stayed here?” I asked wanting to know more answers.

“Well all of this is mine. I inherit it after my cousin Erich. So we have this and money to go anywhere you want too, but also I have this…”

Adrian pulled a large emerald and diamond ring out of his pocket and got on his knees in front of me.

“Will you be my wife Sarah? I know that you are the one. It is obvious to me and I have fallen in love with you since you have been here. Will you do me the honor?”

I gasped at the sight of what was happening. I was not expecting this. I never suspected that he loved me because he was always so mysterious. Now that it was in front of me I knew that I loved him too. I wanted this. This was a life of love and magic and it was my heart’s true desire.

“Yes, Adrian I will marry you.”

He smiled the biggest smile and placed the ring on my finger. Then he picked me up and twirled me around. This was unbelievable. First my mother marries a billionaire bringing money into our family and now I was to marry the man that would inherit all of this, but most of all I had gained love with a magical creature of a man. He was gorgeous and sexy and enchanted. It really was like out of a fairy tale.

To celebrate Adrian took me into the Dark forest. It didn’t seem so dark to me anymore. Now it seemed like a magical place that was misunderstood like most magical things. Adrian transformed into the bear and I climbed on top of him straddling his back. Then he leapt into a slow run as I rode him like a horse around the forest laughing and feeling like a child surrounded by magic. This was the most fascinating thing that could possibly happen to a full figured girl. A voluptuous girl needed a strong heavier man, and a man that was as strong as a bear was perfect.

The entire village was invited to the castle for the wedding. It was now springtime and the snow had melted revealing gorgeous green gardens full of flowers. It was the perfect setting for an enchanted wedding like ours. I wore an old vintage dress from the 1800s that had been in the family. It was ivory silk with lace and glass beads from Venice. It was stunning with a long train and a veil that was so fine it was almost like a cloud surrounding me. Adrian looked handsome and very sexy in a black tuxedo that was fitted against his lean strong body. It was the perfect wedding to send us off into our new life together. A new life of magical enchantment that I knew I always deserved.

THE END

I lived in a small country town in Northern California with a small population of two thousand people. Living here was not an easy thing to do. It was a town that was stuck in the past including the way society was seen. It made it a very hard place to live. The town was full of traditional conservative types of people that lived in sort of another decade as far as morals and values went. It made me long for an escape.

Old world values were still practiced in my town, and were never more evident in my life then when my evil stepfather forced me to marry a man I did not love. The man’s name was Michael Handley and he was an older gentleman. He was well off but not a millionaire by any means. He was a bit ruthless when it came to money and business and that’s pretty much all I knew about him when I married him. He would not let my stepfather, Beau Jax out of some sort of contract that I knew nothing about. I was to be the payment. I was paying the price for my stepfather’s problem, literally. My stepfather made it clear that I might as well marry for money because with my full figured body, I would not be marrying for love, because no man would have me. He considered me fat, which made me hate him even more. I thought of myself as curvy and gorgeous just like the Marilyn Monroe body type. I even had the same type of short curly blonde hair and blue eyes that she had. If this was the 1950s my body would be considered perfect, but in modern times I was seen as a big woman. That notion didn’t do much for my self-esteem.

It all seemed absurd to me.

After my stepfather’s constant berating, over and over again, I agreed to marry the man against every feeling in my heart. My stepfather was constantly threatening me and he was a very menacing man and he scared me into this marriage. There was something dark and sinister about him that I could not place, but I did not want to find out. I was too scared to really go up against him. My mother was of no use, as she didn’t take my side at all. She thought that I should marry into money just like my father did. My real father and mother had been divorced for almost ten years. He had also recently remarried a very wealthy woman.

I faced my wedding like someone being sent to the gallows. We did not have a ceremony we just got married by the justice of the peace instead. I wore a white business suit and he wore a simple blazer and tie. It was more of a business contract than a wedding of love and affection. It was awful. Then I moved into my new husband Michael’s house. Although he had money, he was stingy with it. He didn’t splurge at all. He lived in a simple white house in the middle of cornfields that he owned and managed. It was on of his many businesses. I moved in and felt like I was in a prison. There was no love and no affection. It made me feel like less of a woman. I had been auctioned off into a marriage that I loathed. Things seem to be completely hopeless. That was until something happened that changed my miserable life forever. It all started with a trip where I met a gorgeous rugged motorcycle bad boy who ended up saving me in more ways than one. He was everything a girl could wish for. He was brave, strong, and sexy. He was confident and he was a billionaire. He was a dirty motorcycle bad boy. He was the most erotic man I had ever met in my life and I let him do things to me that I should not be doing as a married woman.

It all started after my wedding. It had been six weeks since my wedding and I was settled into my new house and my new boring and mundane routine with my new husband Michael. I received a call from my father who invited me to his new country estate outside of San Diego. I was more than happy to go just to get away from my new husband and my ever-watchful stepfather.

I brushed my curly blonde hair and wore a fitted black pantsuit that showed off my curvy hourglass figure. I wore my cobalt blue necklace that matched my blue eyes and packed my suitcase with the last remnants of things I needed. I kissed my husband goodbye with a fake affection that I had become accustomed too. Then I left.

I drove from the small town to downtown San Luis Obispo to the Sunset Station and jumped on the Amtrak train south along the coast to San Diego, California.

The beauty of the coastal train amazed me as it skimmed over the very edge of the coast of California. In some parts it even went over the ocean and you could spot dolphins and whales in the distance. It was the most beautiful thing to sit in the train car and see all this beauty. I ordered a coffee and sat at the table watching from the large glassed in car. Then I began to cry. There was so much more to the world that I had not experienced and I gave that up because of fear. Now I was married and in a sort of prison I longed to escape.

A few hours after taking in the stunning beauty of the California coast, the train pulled into the station in San Diego. When I arrived, my father, Bill was waiting for me with his new wife Almeda. “Lisa, it’s so good to see you daughter. I’m so glad you came. This is your new stepmother Almeda,” he said.

“Hello, nice to meet you,” I said extending my hand out to shake her hand. She pushed it aside and gave me a big hug. Her warmth surprised me, as I thought a filthy rich woman would be cold and mean. However, she was the opposite.

Soon we were in a luxury car driving to the vast Spanish style ranch just outside of San Diego. My father rattled on at all the things I should do while at the ranch like riding horses, swimming in the pond, and feeding the animals which included sheep and pigs. He was so enthusiastic I didn’t want to tell him that I was very scared of riding. I had only ridden a horse a few times in my life and I was not very good at it. I would keep that fact to myself because they were so excited about it.

We pulled down the long driveway that led up to the white adobe hacienda style massive house. I was shocked at the enormity of it. It was in a horseshoe pattern with a left and right wing and it was very elegant. The working ranch part of it was off the left of the house and it sprawled for miles.

“Do you like it?” my father asked.

“It’s absolutely lovely. Yes, I like it very much.”

“Great, I’ll show you around later,” my stepmother said.

Then a motorcycle buzzed past us, fast and reckless. I barely caught a glimpse of the guy straddling it. He had long dark curly hair just above his shoulders with a rolled bandana tied across his forehead. He wore dark tight clothes and aviator sunglasses. I was immediately intrigued. Who was that guy? I thought to myself. It didn’t bother my father or stepmother; they seemed to be use to it. They didn’t even mention him or the reckless driving of the motorcycle. We pulled in front of the door. A staff member came to the car as soon as we stopped the motor. They took my bags inside and I followed them in. The foyer was massive with high ceilings and a warm inviting environment. “If you want to freshen up or take a nap we understand. You must be tired from your trip,” my stepmother said.

“Actually a hot shower and a nap would be amazing. The train ride was long,” I said.

“Of course. Come down whenever you are ready dear and take all the time you need,” she said.

“Thank you.”

I followed the staff member who took my bags to my upstairs bedroom. As I walked I thought about what a contrast this life was to my one back in my hometown. I regretted not moving in with my father when he asked but I couldn’t leave my mother alone. Now, I wish I had left, but I didn’t know I would be forced to marry a man I did not love. I had only been on the ranch for a few minutes and was already treated with such love and warmth that it made me sad that this was not my life. I forced myself to push those thoughts out of my mind and walked into my room.

The room was gorgeous with plush blue and white striped furnishings and some rustic charm that reminded me I was indeed on a ranch. I looked out the window at the stables and corrals in the distance near the barn and stables. There were riders on horses and men working on fences. It was like something out of an old western movie. I locked the bedroom door and walked into the adjoining bathroom suite. There was a large claw foot tub that just begged to be used. I immediately started running the hot water and got ready for a good soak. While the tub filled I smelled the variety of oils and bath ointments on the counter and picked a peppermint and lavender combination and poured it into the tub. I walked back into the bedroom and saw a silver tray with a glass dome over it. Under the glass was a welcoming trey of food which including breads, fruit, cheeses, and sparkling water. I was hungry and began to sample the foods. Then I picked it up and placed it tub side where I could snack from my soak. In no time the bath was ready. I undressed and dipped my travel-tired body into the water. It was immediate relief. I rested and ate strawberries. A half hour later I emerged from my room feeling refreshed and clean. I descended the massive stairs and searched the house for my father and stepmother. The place was a maze and I finally had to ask a passing staff member where I could find them. They led me to the outside patio where they were about to eat a delicious lunch.

“Lisa! How do you feel?” she asked.

“Better, thank you.”

I sat down and was immediately served steak and eggs with flour tortillas and avocado. It was the best gourmet steak and eggs I had ever had.

After lunch they walked me around the massive house to show me around.

There were tennis courts, a swimming pool, and an indoor gym. There was a massive library and den as well as a billiard room. Basically, it was like a resort. It was exactly what I thought a millionaire lifestyle would be like.

“So shall we go riding?” my father asked.

“Okay,” I said with uncertainty. “I’ll just throw some jeans on.”

I went back up to my room and changed out of my dress into jeans and a tank top. I liked fitted clothes. Most big women wore loose clothes to hide their shape; I however thought fitted clothes looked better than baggy clothes. I made my way outside and we walked to the stables.

Soon I was trying to keep my balance on a skittish horse as we rode across the ranch and through the trails of the wooded areas. Then out of nowhere the horse bolted!

I screamed as I hung onto the reins tighter and tighter. I heard a voice in the distance yell, “Pull on the reins!”

But I couldn’t. I was too scared. Soon there was a horse galloping beside me. A hand reached out and grabbed the reins and brought my horse to a stop.

“Whoa! Whoa!” he yelled.

I was in a panic and frantic state as I yelled out.

I felt strong arms wrap around my waist and lift me off the horse like I was as light at as a feather. I didn’t know what was going on. Then the horse I was on bolted again. However I was now sitting safely on another horse with strong arms wrapped around me. I looked up at my rescuer into dark brown eyes, brown long curly hair, and a dark shadow of a beard. He was gorgeous. I felt lust at first sight. I didn’t realize that I was holding my breath or exactly how frightened I was because soon everything went black. I fainted.

Then I was lying in my bed naked in my room. I still felt the strong arms around my waist pulling me close to him. I sighed and moaned as his hold went from my waist and his hands ran over my curves. His hand moved down over my thick thighs and I gasped at his bold touch. He was a stranger. He was a stranger that rescued me, but he was still a stranger. I reached up and ran my fingers through his curls. He moved my hand from his curls to his lips as he kissed it delicately. Then I felt his cock enter me. I arched up to let my hips meet against him and let him go deeper and deeper. Then he was pounding me harder and harder; I was on the brink of orgasm then…

I woke up.

I sat up. I was indeed in my bed but I was fully clothed. My stepmother sat in the corner of the room and came over to me. “Oh Lisa, you gave us quite the scare. How are you feeling? You fainted?” she said.

I was still reeling and flushed from the sex dream I was having with the mysterious stranger that rescued me.

“Yes, I’m okay.”

“We’re so sorry Lindsey bolted like that. She is usually not skittish,” she said.

“Lindsey?”

“That’s the horse you were on. I’m so happy Casey was riding by just in time to ride after you. His stallion is very fast, he’s used to fast always on that motorcycle of his. You would probably be half way to Mexico by now if he had not caught up with that horse,” she said.

She handed me a glass of water. “Here, I’ll let your father know you are okay. Dinner will be in an hour. Push the intercom on the wall if you feel dizzy or need assistance okay?” she said on her way out the door.

“Yes, thank you.”

I was very confused by what had happened. However, one thing did stick out in my mind. She said the man that saved me was named Casey. The attractive strong man that rescued me had a name. Now he was becoming less and less of a stranger. I assumed he that worked on the ranch and I could not wait to see him again.

An hour later I was dressed for dinner and made my way to the massive dining room. As soon as I walked in, I saw him, the gorgeous, Casey. He was standing near the table ready to sit for dinner.

“Lisa, are you better? Please sit, dinner is about to be served,” my father said.

“Yes, I am thank you.”

“I’m glad you are better,” Casey said in a low lusty voice that garnered a response from my body that I was not expecting.

A flash came before me of him ravaging me in my dream. I felt myself blush.

“Thank you. Thank you for rescuing me, from the run away horse,” I said.