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Ok,
here it goes... the whole fruit salad... whee!!

I
suck at writing lemons. I am good at them not writing them :P
whatever that means... so you are warned.

DISCLAIMER:
don't own crap... oh! She has a name finally! I chose from some
suggestions I got from reviews, but it won't come up until the end
:D.

PART
II

I
woke up to a little nibble on my ear. I could swear I had only been
asleep for a few minutes or an hour. I sighed; was this a dream or
was this him, still here, resting half on me? I opened my eyes
slowly, taking a chance on ending the beginning of a promising dream.
I was right; I had only slept for a bit since it was still daylight.
And yes, he was still here in my room and it was all real.

I
felt him rocking against my leg suggestively as his nibbles and
kisses continued down my neck to my shoulder where he inhaled my
scent again. My hand moved to intertwine with his hair as my leg
curled around him tighter; he knew this was my way of encouraging him
to grind even harder against me. Of course I had to repeat this
gesture once more or maybe twice to get a response from him; always
playing games, the little beast. But a throaty chuckle came to my
ears which always was a sign that he was yielding. So he ground
against me in between my legs this time, oh so slowly and deeply,
taking advantage of how sensitive I always am just woken up. A moan
rewarded his actions for now... he would have to wait just a little
longer for my mouth to reward him for the rest... and not exactly by
kissing.

He
gave soft bites and squeezes to my breasts over my beater and in a
blink of an eye we were sitting; me straddling his lap, looking down
at his crimson eyes. His hands pulled the beater up and off my body
completely, surprising me. Clothes always shifted and fell out of
place but we never really undressed. My fingers went to his chest and
began fidgeting with his buttons, undoing them hastily. Clumsily. I
could feel something was not right. I rephrase, someone was
not right. But in any case, everything he was wearing from the waist
up was soon on the floor.

He
came for a kiss which I refused to give him, all in playfulness. I
leaned back as he almost came in contact with my lips. He moved
closer and closer; I moved further and further away from him. A faint
smile appeared on his face, I guess realizing what I was doing. He
did follow the game, at the end winning, as my arms went around his
neck when I almost lost my balance backwards. He caught my lips with
his sharp teeth, making me jump and gasp in both fear and excitement.
As his bites descended, my head rested further and further back,
giving into his caresses.

I
opened my eyes, my head thrown back as much as I could without
hurting myself. A ray of sunlight creeping in between my window
blinds caught my attention. And made me remember what had happened a
few hours ago. I couldn't help but think about what could have
happened if he could be hurt by sunlight. He would be dead now.

A
little void in my stomach made me frown. I wonder what would have
happened, to me, if he had died this morning.

I
felt him raise his head from my body. I moved mine to look at why he
had stopped, and again found him staring at me like before. As he
kissed me, this time deeper and slower, he disposed of my
brief-shorts, rested on his back, his hands bringing me to straddle
his neck.

I
knew what was coming next so I smiled in anticipation.

Just
a little touch of his tongue and I was flying again. My body swayed
and shook and contorted, his hands always having to keep me in place.
As overwhelmed as I felt with his actions, I couldn't help but feel
him... different; more eager but at the same time more gentle. Who
knows, I better not think about it too much. What's the point
anyways...

I
opened my eyes in surprise again. I felt something like a tongue, but
so inhumanly long, softly but very very softly enter me. He has never
tried anything pass my entrance, I guess protecting my blood. It slid
in smoothly, molding to me, no pain at all. I bucked to it
unconsciously once.... then twice... and without realizing it I was
moving back and forth, not knowing or caring what was this exactly.
It was incredible and that was enough for me now. I felt stretched at
a point, as this thing was getting thicker and thicker with each
second, but it was never painful. Just... unusual.

A
different kind of orgasm was tightening every organ inside my body,
what made me move more and more forcefully. But as I was about to
climax, I felt that thing slowly withdraw from me and again, licking
and sucking from him. I groaned in protest and then... I was on my
back again. He's fast!

I
could feel his fangs against my lips almost to the verge of hurting
me when he came to kiss me. But this only made it even more exciting.
He definitely was less careful, more into it. Hands where flying
everywhere; I could hear his grunts and purrs again. My legs were
holding him towards me, my hips reaching upward for him. I arched my
body in delight as he traced imaginary lines with his fangs over my
breasts and stomach. Was that making me bleed? I think so, but I
didn't care. He deserved it... he was making me fly, I didn't care.

But
the surprise of the night came when I felt his hand in between our
pelvises. No, he wasn't touching me. And it didn't seem he was doing
so to himself. He was unfastening his pants because after that, I
felt him lowering them. At the realization of this, my feet helped
him out of the thing and suddenly felt a pump of adrenaline traveling
through my body.

One
word.

Finally.

Alleluia!
Praise the Lord! Or whatever... I'm Agnostic, I'm just saying
things...

I
had my suspicion that he was not very aware of what he was doing and
this confirmed it. But any thinking I was doing or logic invading my
mind left me as I felt his erection rubbing against me. I sighed
loudly and looked at him; eyes half-open, fangs longer, lips parted.
My hand went to his face rubbing his skin, him rubbing his skin back
at me. My finger made it to his mouth; I pushed it against his lower
fang to start bleeding.

This
was the push he needed.

I
tightened my eyes and braced myself. This is a monster we're talking
about. I was expecting for him to slam into me and get it over with.
But surprising me once more, he slowly pushed himself inside me. I
relaxed as I realized this, loosing the grip I had on his shoulders.
I was more than prepared so just by leaning forward he began
to stretch me; little by little, touching skin that had never ever
been touched before. I relaxed as much as I could to avoid any
distractions or pain. This was something I had wanted for so long.
But still, I was a bit scared.

He
stopped once in a while letting my body rest. My thoughts guided him
it seemed, because not a word was exchanged. When I felt his complete
length in me, I began to move under him, pushing my hips up with my
toes. He didn't move; he knew I was fighting against the pain, not
pleading for him. I felt his hand on my hip keeping me close to him
and my back leaving the bed. He was bringing us again to the sitting
position we were in before, trying not to move me too much. Again,
all these actions of selflessness surprised me. I felt like staring
at him now.

My
arms around his neck gave me some stability as he began to gently
move under me, so cautiously, I doubted he was feeling something. But
his breathing was telling me something different. The softness of his
movements matched his kisses and caresses, trying not to incite any
sudden movements that would cause me pain. His nose went back to my
neck and inhaled; this seemed to fuel him because after a few
seconds, he was almost forgetting my situation and getting too...
excited in his movements.

“Softer...
please...” I whispered feeling a bit uncomfortable. He was
getting carried away and well, I was trying to see how much I could
take but I couldn't put my body through that. At least not this time.

And
he did slow down against his will; judging by his heavy
breathing which didn't match his new rhythm. I was expecting for him
to ignore my request and continue enveloped in his own pleasure.
After all, he always said he acted in his self-interest. But he kept
this pace, going as fast as I could take. I relaxed more now knowing
or at least trusting he would be careful with me... and that's when I
started to feel, finally, something good.

His
lips touched my ear murmuring something I couldn't understand; I
blamed his movements and thingies now caressing my breasts for my
lack of focus. But as his voice became clearer I realized it was
Romanian. The only times he did this were when angered or aroused to
no end. And that's why I liked it. It was not a sexual stimulant or
fixation I had. I saw it as him having a little freedom in his life
of servitude. Some kind of... intimacy, since it was done in my
presence at closed doors or simply away from others.

Moans
left my lips involuntarily when I felt that delicious feeling once
our pelvises met. His arm brought me lower against him reading my
thoughts and what I wanted, making me gasp at the new sensations. His
thingies left me, his mouth taking over my breasts and dangerously
biting my neck almost drawing blood. The feeling inside me was
intensifying; my head fell back involuntarily, eyes closed, legs
starting to get somewhat numb.

“Go
faster... if you want...” I whispered weakly as a result of the
position of my head and my breaths. But he heard me. Little moans
were punctuating his thrusts now and all caution was leaving us. His
lips came to mine and we kissed, well, more like swallowed
each other; kissing, nibbling, biting, licking... everything from
lips to chins to jaws to necks and tongues. His animalistic ways were
contagious. I have to say I went with it too; it was just a matter of
time.

As
I started to feel a bit sore I felt him quickening his pace and so
were his breaths. But that uncomfortable feeling was forgotten once I
began to feel that strange kind of orgasm again tightening inside of
me. He felt close, I could tell by the way his muscles were swelling
under my hands and his murmurs were becoming closer to grunts. I put
my feet flat on the bed and matched his rhythm with my hips. My
finger went back to his lips. As his tongue touched my blood I felt
goose bumps stretch all over my body, legs numb, back arch and hips
buck involuntarily towards him. A flash of white came across my
closed eyes as I stopped breathing for a few seconds. My body felt as
if it was going to explode.

I
felt his muscles swollen and tense under me, as I came down from my
high. And then, silence. A few lingering thrusts as he grunted a bit
louder than before... and a cold tickle inside of me.

Crap...
can he get women pregnant?

He
lingered a few more times with deep thrusts, his face against my
shoulder. As my body relaxed backwards, he softly fell forward,
putting me lightly on the bed. There was silence after coming down to
the bed with me in this new position; he gave one last breath and
then there were no more.

I
missed them to some point.

His
fangs tickled my neck, my throaty giggles answering to his little
game. I arched my head back letting him continue. It was scary, but I
liked it. After doing this a few times, he rolled to his side getting
off me. Good, he is kind of heavy.

Who
am I kidding; he could stay there if it was up to me, even if he
could kill me with his weight.

Silence.
Very long silence. No one was moving.

A
little thingy came to my hand which was resting on my naked midriff.
It tickled. I smiled and moved my hand away from it, making it fall
on my skin. My index finger went to poke it. It sprung up like a baby
cobra in defense and tried to poke my hand back. It made me smile.
And like that, a little game of who-pokes-whom started. It was cute.
I had stopped being scared of those thingies. It was him after all.
So I knew they couldn't hurt me. At least, no more than he could with
his bare hands.

As
the little game progressed, a thought crossed my mind; why did he do
this? Why after repeatedly saying he would not let anyone near me
because of this same thing AND stating not even him would 'spoil' me?
What a confusing day. Everything that had happened since I woke up in
the gardens till now was one big mess in my head. Ok stop it,
remember who is right beside you.

“Are
you leaving?” I asked softly as I gradually stopped poking the
thingie.

“No.”
He answered, his voice huskier.

I
smiled inwardly and relaxed my body with a sigh. I was still tired. I
closed my eyes almost praying and wishing for tomorrow to be a
holiday.
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