To: darknighties@world.std.com
Date: Wed, 28 Jan 1998 19:49:50 -0700 (MST)
Subject: DKL: Old Habits Die Hard (01/02)
My Dearest, Darkest Siblings,
Here is another non-Revel story I had started a long time ago and then lost track of. I
finally decided to finish it so I could get my evil little mind on other things. This is
mostly for the people who are not on JADFE or KnightXTC (if there are any). Enjoy!
Yours in darkness,
Izzy
OLD HABITS DIE HARD PART 01/02
By: Izabela Popowicz (izabela@oanet.com)
Copyright (c) 1998
WARNINGS: Explicit sex (M/F) (Nick/Female/Vachon)
Mild Violence
April, you have permission to archive this.
DISCLAIMERS: The Forever Knight characters belong to Columbia Tri/Star. No copyright
infringement is intended. This story and all other characters are copyrighted by me.
All comments, virtual chocolate, blond vampires may be sent to: izabela@oanet.com
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Nick parked the caddy in front of the dark, seemingly abandoned church, got out and
slammed the door behind him. He was still mulling over the case that was pre-occupying him
when he started up the staircase to the second floor, where he knew he could find Vachon.
As he reached the top of the stairs, he looked out but could see no sign of him.
"Vachon? Vachon, are you there?" Nick called out, listening carefully for an
answer.
"Over here," the dark-haired vampire answered.
Nick started across the dark, musty room, then finally, spotted Vachon in the corner,
working intently on his bike. "Hey Vachon," Nick stated in greeting.
"Oh, hi Knight," he acknowledged. "What brings you down here?"
"I need some help on a case I'm having trou..." Nick began to say, then suddenly
stopped dead. He couldn't believe what he saw. But there it was before his eyes. Or
rather, there *she* was. A girl. In his bed. And from what he could tell, quite naked
beneath the covers.
She was positively beautiful. She had a mane of long black hair that draped in long waves
over her pillow, long silken eyelashes, a small slightly upturned nose and the fullest,
softest looking lips he'd ever seen. She was wrapped in a large, sumptuous quilt. At least
most of her was wrapped in the quilt. All except her pale, smooth shoulders and one most
inviting leg. Nick was utterly captivated. The sight of her skin glowing in the dim
candlelight and the intoxicating scent of her essence began to cause his body to react in
a deeply disturbing way.
"Vachon!" he exclaimed, suddenly lowering his voice to a loud whisper.
"Yeah?"
"You've got a girl down here. In your bed!"
"No shit sherlock. Brilliant deduction. Now I can finally see why you're a
detective," Vachon responded sarcastically, not even bothering to look back at Nick.
"What is she doing here?" he asked, not noticing or acknowledging the barb.
"Um...," he paused, looking up over at the girl, "resting, I'd say."
"Resting?" Nick considered what she could be resting from and came to the only
conclusion he could think of. Vachon must have made love to her. But that was impossible,
he told himself. "You mean you...? But she's still alive. In fact, very much
so," he said, hearing her heart beat strong and powerfully in his ears.
"Oh but I did," he answered, letting a slow smile creep in. "She was
delicious and not to mention, a fantastic lay," he added.
"But how?" Nick asked, incredulously.
Ever heard of sipping, Knight? Come on, I know you have. I even heard you were REAL good
at it once," Vachon elaborated, while continuing to work away at his half torn apart
bike.
Yes, once, Nick thought. He remembered that time in his past with almost too much clarity
and he was despised to admit that much of him missed it. Missed the freedom, absolute
freedom, of it. How it felt to indulge in his hunger and lust. To take them when he needed
to, when his entire body cried out for it. He remembered how he would take them over and
over and over, time and again without killing and when he thought of them, he became
insanely jealous of Vachon.
"Yeah, well, that was a long, long time ago. I haven't been able to stop like that
for centuries. It's just too difficult for me now." His eyes drifted again to the
girl and he watched her wistfully as she slept.
"Bullshit! It's just all that damned cow's blood you've been drinking," Vachon
stated emphatically. "Why don't you learn to sip again?" he continued. "I
mean, since you have such a problem with killing, this way, you wouldn't have to. And you
could still enjoy the fruits of your labour, so to speak." A few seconds passed and
he could see Nick thinking about what he was saying, considering it, but still hesitating.
"Come on, I'll help you," Vachon offered, nodding to where the girl lay.
"I'll even make sure you don't accidentally kill her."
"No, I can't. I don't trust myself. I wouldn't be able to stop. From the first taste
of her blood, she'd be a dead girl," he said, all the while realizing how much he
wanted the pale, dark haired beauty. His soulful blue eyes now wandered to her exposed
thigh, seemingly of their own accord, then continuing upward, taking in the silouette of
her body, they settled on her neck. He fixed upon it, ever more aware of how the
tenderness of the flesh there awakened the bloodlust in him.
"You don't have to worry about that, Knight. I said I'd stop you before you killed
her," he interrupted Nick and tried to reassure him. "Remember it Knight.
Remember how those wenches used to taste, what their blood felt like on your tongue and in
your veins..."
With that, Vachon dropped what he was doing, made his way over to the bed and slowly
peeled back the quilt that covered the girl. Then, looking back up at Nick he said,
"Come on Knight. Look at her."
And he did. He couldn't help but. She was exquisite. Slender, though curvaceous and
womanly, her flesh looked incredibly soft and pliable as it called out to be touched and
carressed by Nick. Her limbs were long, her belly smooth and slightly rounded and her
breasts were lush and full, with the most succulent, pale, pink nipples. Then there was
her neck. When he saw the fang marks that had been inflicted upon her just previously by
Vachon, he felt the most incredibly powerful need to reopen the wounds with his own fangs.
He couldn't deny the urge he felt to penetrate her, take her inside of him and be taken
inside of her. To drink of her blood and thus, her soul. Knowing exactly what she was
feeling and experiencing while he made love to her. And to also allow her into his soul,
to have her know how intoxicating it was for him to feed on her blood.
He wanted to believe in what Vachon was telling him. Could it really be possible for him
again? After so many centuries had passed? Was trying worth the risk? A way to live with
the beast, even welcome it, without it blackening his soul any further. Did all this lie
right within his grasp? Nick asked himself all these questions and more, knowing full well
how it would restore his happiness and end his torture if he should succeed. But before he
could make his final decision, Vachon began to wake the girl.
"Jocelyn, wake up," he whispered, while lightly shaking her. "There's
someone here I'd like you to meet." The young beauty slowly began to stir, responding
to Vachon's nudging. As she awoke, realization of where she was dawned on her and caused a
most deliciously wicked grin to spread across her face.
"Vachon?" she questioned.
"Yes, that's right Jocelyn, it's me. Come on, it's time to get up. I have a friend
who'd like to meet you," he whispered gently to her.
"A friend? You mean, another vampire?" she asked, intrigued.
"Yes, he's a vampire," Vachon nodded in response.
"Mmm, is he as beautiful as you are?" she teased him, running her finger along
his jaw, then letting it drop back down to the bed.
"Yes, most women find him very beautiful. Even intoxicatingly so, I'd say."
"Really?" she responded as hope tinged her eyes, making them sparkle.
Vachon took her hand in his and slowly helped her off the bed and led her to Nick, who had
been watching with nervous facination. Presenting her to the blonde vampire, he said,
"Jocelyn, I'd like you to meet my friend Nick, Nick Knight." Then looking back
towards Nick, and noticing the golden sparks of appreciation in his eyes, added,
"This is Jocelyn."
"Hello Jocelyn," he greeted her, taking her small, delicate hand in his and
kissing it. "It's very nice to meet you."
Jocelyn smiled warmly and invitingly at the gesture. "Hi Nick. So, Vachon tells me
you're a vampire?" she questioned with a suggestive lift of her eyebrow.
"Uh... yes, I'm a vampire," Nick responded uncomfortably.
Jocelyn turned back to Vachon and said, "You were right," then turning back to
Nick, "he is beautiful."
Nick smiled at the compliment. It had been so many years since a mortal female had shown
such obvious appreciation for him with the full knowledge of what he was. It stirred the
beast in him and made him want her even more. He reached out to her again, this time
carressing her soft, pale cheek with the back of his forefinger. "As are you. So
Jocelyn, how long have you and Vachon known each other?"
Oh, about three months now," she offered. "We met at the Raven."
"I see. And you let Vachon make love to you and uh... feed from you?"
"Sure Nick. Ever since the first night we met. I let him do anything he wants, fuck
me, bite me, drink my blood," Jocelyn explained, reaching back behind her, finding
Vachon's hands and pulling him towards her. She felt him press himself against her as she
leaned back into his body and when she ground her ass into his crotch, she felt him begin
to harden.
Nick couldn't help but notice this, and immediately he felt his own pants tightening
around his organ. His mind suddenly flooded with images of the two of them, fucking
furiously and ravenously. Then the sight of Jocelyn writhing in ecstasy as Vachon struck
at her throat and fed on her blood. He could smell the sweet heady scent of it and in his
mind's eye he could see bright red rivers of it dripping down along the curves of her
flesh and between her soft, rounded breasts. He wanted to do the same to her and soon
realized that he may not be able to ignore his beast this time.
"Speaking of which, my friend, Knight here, looks very hungry and," looking down
at the bulge in Nick's pants, added, "very horny. He hasn't fed at all today, have
you?" he finished off, directing the last bit straight at Nick.
"No, as a matter of fact, I haven't," he confirmed. "I was going to as soon
as I got home."
Looking a bit concerned, Vachon left Jocelyn and turned back to the table behind him and
grabbed a bottle off of it. "Well then, maybe you should have some of this
first," he suggested, tossing the bottle to him.
Nick instinctively reached for it, then looked at it and stopped himself. "No, I
can't, I couldn't," he said, stuck somewhere between taking it and not taking it and
finding himself fighting both extremes.
"Go ahead, drink it. It'll help curb the edge off your hunger. You know you need it.
And you *know* it has to be human blood. You've got to get off that cow shit you've been
drinking, especially if you want this to work." As he realized that Nick was still
hesitating he added, "Trust me Knight. Do it. Drink."
Nick, his eyes locked on Jocelyn, felt the bloodthirst rise again and without thinking,
pulled the cork out of the bottle. He watched her face carefully as he brought the sweet
red liquid up to his lips and drank. Her eyes widened with lust and fascination as she
watched him in return. The blood swam across his tongue and down his throat, burning
through him just as he had remembered it doing so in the past. The familiarity of it was
startling. The taste of it rich and luscious and once again he knew the peace of giving
his body exactly what it desired.
When Nick finished the bottle, he tossed it aside, not seeing it land on the bed amidst
the crumpled sheets, and wiped the remainder of the blood off his mouth with the back of
his hand. Jocelyn took this as her cue and closed the remaining distance between them. As
she drew nearer to him, he tensed, his body becoming rigid and tightly wound, like a
spring ready to pop. When she reached her hand up to touch him, he grabbed her swiftly and
forcefully by the wrist and stopped her.
Jocelyn looked at Nick with an amused expression. "Don't you want me Nick? Don't you
want to take me, make love to me? Drink my... blood?" This last word she spoke slowly
and deliberately, as if in an effort to emphasize the impact and meaning of what she was
saying to Nick. By the sweetly agonized expression on his face, she knew her words had not
fallen on deaf ears.
Nick's eyes closed tightly as he took in a long, deep breathe and allowed the strong,
spicy scent of her blood to wash over him. When he opened his eyes again, they were
changed and he heard Jocelyn gasp.
"Oh my go..." she began.
"Uh, uh," Vachon warned. "You know better than that."
"I... I'm sorry, he's just so... so... breathtaking!" she stammered. "I've
never seen anything so exquisite. He looks so deadly and so angelic. How can that be?
"Just lucky, I guess," Vachon smiled.
Nick reached up and cupped her face in his hands, then bent his head down and very gently
kissed her. When he broke away from her, he felt her shiver. The next time he kissed her,
he was anything but gentle. He closed his mouth over hers and kissed her so passionately,
so thoroughly, he nearly lifted her off the ground. She moaned, then opened her mouth for
him and he slipped his tongue inside.
"That's right Knight, give the lady what she wants and take what you need,"
Vachon encouraged, watching the scene unfold before him. As he saw Nick plunder the woman
with his tongue, he reached around behind himself, grabbed another bottle off the table
and took to drinking very heavily. He would have loved to join the two of them, but he
knew that he could not allow himself to get to the point where he would have to feed from
her again. She would need all the blood her body had just to get out of this alive. And it
was his job to make sure of this. Of course, he thought, there's nothing stopping him from
pleasuring her at the moment. So again he came up behind her, this time with the bottle
and pressed it between her buttocks. She squirmed and writhed against it, as Nick kissed
her, pressing it even deeper in-between her cheeks. Encouraged by this, Vachon slipped the
neck of the bottle further down between her legs and slowly began to insert it into her
vagina. He left it there for a moment, then pulled it out and drank from it. She was
intoxicating and he knew without a doubt that Nick would be in complete rapture the moment
he had his first taste of her blood. Then he placed the bottle back inside her and started
to move it in and out of her body, slowly fucking her on it.
As Nick continued to kiss her, he pulled her body in towards him and pressed her tightly
against him. Along with the cool smoothness of the bottle Vachon was using on her, she
felt the rough tweed of Nick's jacket rub almost painfully against her hard, aching
nipples. Then the soft silkiness of his shirt replaced it as his hand slipped down from
her chin to the back of her head. Once there, his fingers grasped at her hair and slowly
tilted her head backwards, effectively removing his lips from hers but allowing him access
to her neck. He kissed her throat tenderly and when he caught the scent of her arousal he
couldn't stop his fangs from dropping and lightly scraping along the delicate flesh there.
A long moan escaped from Jocelyn as she cried out, "Oh yes, Nick, please." This
only further ignited his bloodlust, for Nick had always had a weak spot for women who
wanted him despite of and especially because of what he was and this time it was no
different. Now his penis became incredibly stiff and his fangs painfully throbbed with the
need for blood. He trailed his lips, tongue and fangs down to her soft, lush breasts and
took one of the light pink nipples into his mouth. Slowly and gently he sucked on it,
flicking the hard bud with his tongue. This, combined with the slow, easy feel of the
blood bottle as it pumped in and out of her, made her hips grind against the bulge in
Nick's pants. When he felt her sex crushed tightly against his straining organ, he
couldn't help himself and he bit her. She bucked against him and cried out from the pain
of the two small puncture wounds, then moaned as she felt his tongue lap at the few drops
of blood trickling down her breast.
He nearly orgasmed when he tasted her blood. Vachon was right. She was delicious. He
hadn't tasted fresh human blood like this for so long and as the flavour of it exploded in
his mouth, he felt the need for more of it rise within him. He sucked deliriously on her
but inevitably, the trickle slowed and then stopped. When he pulled away, he looked up to
see that Vachon had left them after Jocelyn had orgasmed and was now sitting on the edge
of the table, continuing to drink from the bottle in his hand.
"Very good Knight. I think the lady is about ready for you, I'd say. By the way, how
does she taste?" he teased him.
"Like pure ecstacy," he hissed through his fangs. "And I'm not finished
with her yet." This last comment he directed at Jocelyn, who was trembling in his
arms now.
"I'm glad to hear it," he smiled back.
Date: Wed, 28 Jan 1998 19:50:16 -0700 (MST)
Subject: DKL: Old Habits Die Hard (02/02)
Finally finding the ability to speak, she looked at Nick and said, "Vachon's right, I
am ready for you. I want you. You have no idea how much the thought of you drinking my
blood turns me on." She reached up and pushed his jacket off his shoulders and let it
fall to the ground. "Or how what you are makes my blood boil. Or maybe you do. Maybe
you can taste it," she speculated while unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it down to
his waist.
"You would be surprised at what I can taste in your blood, how much of you I can
taste," Nick told her.
She looked at him, then ran her hands upon his chest and started to stroke his nipples
lightly until she could see them pucker and could feel his cock twitch in the prison of
his pants. When she saw how he was enjoying this, she bent her head down and licked at one
of the small, extraordinarily sensitive buds. He gasped when he felt her wet tongue sweep
across it and ground his hips into her body. While she played and nipped at his flesh, her
hands moved downward and undid his pants, letting them fall to the ground. Nick stepped
out of them and his shoes and socks as her fingers slid into the waistband of his briefs
and slowly brought them down over his tremendously engorged penis. Her mouth then followed
her hands, lightly kissing and licking along his sternum, then paused to get down on her
knees where her tongue could reach his stomach and trace along the inside of his belly
button. Nick groaned and winding his fingers in her hair, pushed her head farther down
till it reached the curly patch of golden hair just above his pulsing cock. "Take me
in your mouth," he snarled, his voice thick and husky with lust.
"In a second, I want to look at you first," she told him. She moved back a
slight bit and then began to scrutinize the lovely sight before her. He was exquisitely
beautiful. She noticed that he was uncircumcised and that his foreskin had almost fully
retracted, due to the fullness of his erection. His size and girth promised pleasures
which she couldn't wait to experience. The long, thickly veined shaft throbbed in her hand
and she heard him growl low in his throat when she slowly stroked up and down the length
of it. "Vachon, remind me to thank you for this, for introducing me to your
friend."
"You bet your sweet fucking ass I will. Both of you are going to owe me for
this," he warned, smiling. "Now hurry up before Knight here explodes."
She smiled in response to this last comment, licked her lips and then ran her tongue along
the length of his shaft. Nick's knees buckled for a moment, then he steadied himself and
settled into enjoying what she was doing to him. "Like that Vachon?" she teased,
continuing to lick and suck on the shaft.
"Yeah, just like that Jocelyn. Let me see how crazy you can make him," he
chuckled to himself.
With this last bit of encouragement, she began to circle her tongue around the tip of his
penis. "Oh yeeessss," Nick moaned and the large organ jerked in her hand. Then,
she slid his foreskin back up over his glans and slipped her tongue under the thin sheath
of skin causing a number of droplets of pre-cum to ooze out from the head. These droplets
she licked up and then started to take the head into her mouth. Nick's hips bucked forward
in response, forcing his entire glans in between her lips. She took him eagerly and when
she started to suck on him, his hand reached out and grasped onto a wooden chair that was
standing beside him and snapped the back of it in two. She heard the loud snap but then
all she could hear was the wet, slurping noises of her mouth on him and Nick's own bestial
growls. Soon he was thrusting the entire length of his cock in and out of her mouth and
nashing his teeth with the incredibly powerful urge to bite. She felt his balls start to
tighten and raise up towards his body, signalling the closeness of his orgasm. Suddenly
she could feel him trying not to thrust any more and then heard him scream "Stop!
Please, stop!" Vachon alsorealized what was happening and quickly came up behind
Jocelyn.
He grabbed her by the shoulders and carefully lifted her off the ground and away from
Nick. "Jocelyn, please, when he tells you to stop like that, I'd listen, unless, of
course, you'd like this all to end right here and now." When he was sure Nick had
settled down a bit, he walked over to the other side of the room and grabbed a bottle from
the crate on the floor and brought it to him. "Here, drink this or you'll never last,
she'll never last." Nick looked at the bottle with red, lust filled eyes, then at
Jocelyn and took the bottle, draining it in seconds.
"Thanks," he said to Vachon, his eyes turning back to their previously golden
colour. Then he turned back to Jocelyn and said, "Come here." She threw a
questioning look at Vachon and when she saw him nod his head, she walked back over to the
vampire.
When she reached him, he grabbed her by the arms and pulled her in towards him, her
breasts crushed against his chest and his cock rubbing up against her mound, and kissed
her without detracting his fangs. Within seconds he had punctured her tongue with one of
the sharp tips and began to furiously suck on the blood which poured out. She winced and
then moaned as she felt him take her tongue into his mouth and start sucking on it. Now it
was her knees that were buckling underneath her as her clit had started to harden and
throb. He skimmed his hand over her breasts, pausing to rub at her nipples, then down her
smooth, soft belly and between her legs where he found that hard, throbbing clit of hers
and began to massage it with his fingers. She came instantly, her body jerking violently
against Nick and he tasted the orgasm in her blood.
It inflammed him, the taste of her blood and it's hot richness in his mouth. The vampire
had taken hold and was ravenous for what it needed and that was completion. Nick needed to
take Jocelyn, completely, to not just taste her blood but to really feed on it, on her,
even if for only a moment or two. And so he continued, his mouth leaving hers and making
its way down to where his fingers had been. Her skin was hot and salty, flushed from her
desire and every now and then Nick couldn't resist the urge to run his fangs through it,
taking little nips of her flesh and licking up the few drops of her precious blood that
would leak through. She gasped and cried out each time she felt his teeth break through
but never made any move towards stopping him.
As each droplet of blood was released by Nick, the air in the room grew thicker and
headier with the scent of it. It assulted both Nick and Vachon, who was now drinking at an
incredible rate. But he set aside the bottle in his hand and came up behind Jocelyn. He
placed his hands on the backs of her thighs and felt her move against them. Then they slid
up to her ass and stopped to squeeze and fondle her there. She smelt so good to him that
his fangs involuntarily dropped into his mouth and by the time Nick had reached the spot
right above her mons, Vachon was kissing her back and feeling the urge to bite as Nick
had. He managed though, to stay away from her neck and instead nip at her skin as Nick was
doing.
Now Nick had reached her warm, wet pussy and had his hands between her thighs, urging her
to open them for him. When she felt Vachon's hands kneed her ass and pull apart her
cheeks, she did as Nick wanted and widened her stance enough so that he had full access to
her. His fingers slowly opened her, parting her now swollen labia and slipped his tongue
inside between them. He heard her groan loudly and soon her moans filled the room as much
as the scent of her blood had. She writhed between the two of them and alternated between
pressing her sex into Nick's face when she felt his tongue lap at her clit and pull away
from him when she felt the slightest touch of his fangs on the delicate flesh.
As he licked at her copious juices, his fingers slipped inside her slick tunnel and began
to thrust in and out. Vachon now followed Nick's lead and inserted one of his fingers into
her tight asshole and increased the pressure that his fangs exerted on her as he dragged
them across her back. Her legs gave out on her and not being able to stand on her own two
feet, Nick placed them on his shoulders in order to hold her up. He could feel her muscles
tighten around his fingers as he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked, his fangs
coming dangerously close to embedding themselves in her soft, tender pussy. It was just at
this moment that she came, her body throbbing and her cunt drenching Nick's face and
fingers with her fluids.
When Nick came up from between her legs, he snarled and Jocelyn could hear a soft, low
growl deep within him as she came out of her euphoric orgasm. He slid her legs off his
shoulders and taking her by the hand, led her to the table behind them.
"Vachon, would you be so kind as to bring me another bottle of... blood?" he
asked turning back at Jocelyn and smiling sinisterly at her. She shivered again and
reached out to touch his cheek, then, placing one of her fingers in his open mouth, she
started to lightly run her finger along the tip of one of his fangs. He allowed her to do
this for a moment and then grasped her hand and bit into the finger. She gasped as blood
oozed out of the cut and he sucked on it greedily, all the time never allowing her eyes to
leave his.
"You like them, don't you?" he asked, teasingly, pulling the finger out of his
mouth.
"Oh yes! They're... beautiful. Sexy and dangerous, just like you."
"And you'll like them just as much when they're embedded in your neck and draining
the life out of you?"
She wimpered softly and closed her eyes, allowing the rush of excitement to wash over her
and disipate. Without speaking, she nodded her head, then opened her eyes to see Vachon
come over and hand Nick the bottle he asked for.
"Here you go Knight." He stepped away from them and stood on the other side of
the table to watch.
"Thank you," Nick replied. "Turn around," he told Jocelyn. She looked
at him questioningly but when he motioned again for her to turn her back to him, she did
as she was told. "Now spread your legs." She looked at Vachon, who was facing
her now, and saw his face light up with a smile as she opened her legs for Nick, leaving
herself completely exposed to him. "Very nice," he smiled. Then, bringing the
bottle up to his mouth, his took the cork between his teeth, pulled it out and spit it
across the floor, where it rolled underneath the bed. He leaned his body in against her,
letting her feel his erection between her legs, rubbing it against her hot, wet pussy and
placing his mouth right against her ear, whispered, "Bend over."
She hesitated for moment, then felt his hand on her back, gently pushing her down towards
the table. It was a stone table, slightly rough and worn. She didn't notice it
immediately, but when her body moved along it, the surface of it rubbed against her
nipples in a most exciting and excruciating way. She started to moan and instictively move
her hips back and forth, as though Nick was already inside her. At the same moment, Nick
placed the bottle of blood down on the table, leaned over her, covering her body with his
and began to kiss the back of her neck. From there he moved downward, kissing and licking
down her spine till he got to her ass. As he reached the two soft mounds of flesh, he
cupped them in his hands and kneeded them as he would her breasts. Jocelyn moaned again,
louder this time, and instinctively opened her legs for him even more. As Nick smelled the
level of arousal in her blood, his mouth joined his hands on her ass and after a few well
placed licks, he bit into the sensitive, aroused flesh, again lapping at her blood.
Jocelyn cried out loudly, bucked forward onto the table, rubbing her nipples against it
and came one more time. When she came, her body shuddered, causing her nipples to continue
rubbing against the table and caused yet another orgasm to rip through her body. Each
orgasm elicited another and then another. Soon she was too exhausted to even move. Her
body was one tremendous, overstimulated nerve ending and her throat was nearly horse from
screaming and moaning and grunting.
As each orgasm had overtaken her, Nick had moved from one buttock to the other, biting
into it as well, then scrapping his fangs down along the backs of her thighs, opening
long, thin welts on her flesh. Each time he tasted her blood, the more he wanted it. He
could feel the thirst for it rise and quicken, drenching him in its' intensity. Each bite,
each scrape became more voracious than the last. As each new droplet of blood dripped down
her thighs, the more his cock swelled and grew, becoming harder and stiffer with each
passing second. The insistent throbbing in his organ and in his fangs was becoming too
much for him. He stood back up, leaving her thighs, and positioned himself at the entrance
to her cunt. She felt him push the head of his penis between her lips and somehow found
the strength to push her hips back towards it. "Oh yes, please!!!! Fuck me! Please!
Now!" she screamed at him, nearly mad with lust.
In one smooth motion he rammed himself completely inside of her, pushing her violently
against the table. She grunted, then screamed once more and came from the force of his
impalement. Now, he picked up the bottle that he had placed on the table and tipping it in
his hand, let the contents of it slowly drizzle down the length of Jocelyn's back. The
liquid was cold and wet and when it hit her skin, Nick felt the smooth inner muscles of
her pussy grip him tightly and throb against him. He bent over and began to lick the blood
off her skin and when it was gone, he poured more of it onto her. This second time, he
started to move in and out of her body as he licked at the blood. Slowly and smoothly at
first, with long, deep strokes, taking his time to feel her massage the length of his
shaft inside her. She groaned each time he slid deeper inside of her and her hips pushed
back trying to urge him to move faster. He kept up this slow, steady rythym until the
bottle was nearly half empty, then, when his need grew to be too much, he increased the
speed and intensity of his thrusts. Still more blood he poured on her back, his tongue
lapping it up more and more greedily. His thrusts came faster now and soon he was pounding
in and out of her dripping, nearly spasming pussy with almost vampiric strength. Each time
he entered her, her body was slammed against the table, her nipples rubbed raw now. Again
and again, he poured and licked blood and fucked her like a mad, wild beast. The friction
caused by his organ stroking incesently against her wet, swollen opening was too much for
Jocelyn and she started to orgasm in a long series of tremours and spasms. Her body
couldn't stop, it jerked and thrashed unendingly and soon she was in tears.
As she came, Nick felt her around his cock, pulling and squeezing at him, nearly rending
the orgasm right out of him. Suddenly Nick felt waves of bloodlust overwhelming him. He
couldn't ignore it any longer. His fangs were searing, white-hot, pokers of excruciating
pain now. Throwing the bottle aside, he wrapped one of his hands around Jocelyn's throat
and quickly pulled her upright. Then moving his hand to her forehead, he jerked her head
to the side to expose the long, taut column of her throat and continued to hammer himself
inside her. Within seconds he felt his cock explode within her tightly clenching pussy,
filling her with his blood and tore into her throat with his fangs. The vein in her neck
burst instantly under the force of his bite and hot, thick, delicious blood poured down
his throat. It was fire. It was ecstacy. He drank. And drank and drank and drank. Mouthful
after glorious mouthful of fresh, vibrant blood. The elixir of all elixirs, human blood.
Then suddenly, from somewhere far, far away, he felt a hand on him, strong and insistent.
It was Vachon. Somehow, he wasn't quite sure how, it brought him back to reality, to what
was happening. It brought him out of the blood swoon in time for him to realize that
Jocelyn's heart was slowing. He took a few final sips, then stopped, ripped his fangs from
the wounds in her neck and gasped. After taking a moment to savour the taste of her blood
and the feel of it coursing through his veins, he slipped his penis out of her body and
wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Then, carefully, he picked up the now
unconcious Jocelyn and carried her over to the bed, laying her down and covering her body
with the quilt. She slept peacefully and soundly as Nick turned to Vachon. He was stunned,
speechless, not believing that it had actually worked. He had taken her and she was still
alive. Granted, he had needed Vachon's intervention, but it was his first attempt in how
many centuries? With practice, maybe... the possibilities were endless. He smiled, his
blue eyes sparkling in the dim candlelight of the church.
"Shit Knight! I never knew you had it in you," he exclaimed, shaking his head at
Nick, as he dressed.
"Had what in me? The ability to sip? Well you're the one that reminded me of that
fact, remember?"
"No, not your ability to sip, your ability to fuck like that! I've never seen
anything like it before. You had her in tears man!"
"I'm sorry, you think I was too rough on her? I couldn't help it. I couldn't stop
myself."
"Too rough on her? Are you fucking crazy? Man, she was eating it up! I don't think
there was anything you couldn't have done to her that she wouldn't have loved. I guess
that's what attracted me to her in the first place," he smiled.
>From the bed Jocelyn began to moan and both vampires looked over at her as she
awakened. They walked over to her side and Nick sat down on the bed. As he stroked her
cheek and ran a finger across her lips she stirred and opened her eyes. She was very weak.
Though Nick had not killed her, he had taken a large amount of blood from her and it would
take her quite a while to recover. Slowly he turned her head to the side and looked at the
twin holes in her neck. The were starting to heal nicely, though he was sure she would
most probably always have scars there, along with the ones Vachon had left her with.
"So, I see I'm still alive," she said softly, smiling to herself.
"Yes, very much so," Nick answered, a look of relief and gratitude in his eyes.
"Thank you Jocelyn. You'll never known the gift you've given me tonight." He
bent down and kissed her softly and sensuously on the lips.
"You're welcome, my knight in shining armour." She laughed softly to herself,
turned over and went back to sleep.
Nick got up off the bed and walked back towards Vachon. The two vampires looked at each
other, without speaking. Nick placed his hand on Vachon's shoulder, then turned and left,
ready to face the cool night air and his future.
The End
Izzy <Izabela@oanet.com>
A Child of the Knight / Dark Knightie / GWDFC / UFer / Ravenette / Co-Founder of the
Knightstick Brigade and the Unholy Alliance
"Then maybe you'd like to die a little" - NK in FtB
Rage Against the Dying of the Knight!!!