As always, the characters herein are not mine <sigh> I am just borrowing them
for a bit.  But as little story as there is, it IS mine.  I don't mind this
story being archived, but I do ask that if you pass it on, you let me know.
 :)

For those of you that mind... this story contains definately explicit
depictions of sexual acts between consenting adults.... of the same sex.
 Yes, you heard me, so if you are offended by it, don't blame me, you were
warned.

Any comments/criticisms/etc to Alyralii@aol.com please.  

Ok... on with it already....

Secrets in the Night
by: Lisa Nullar

I don't think I will ever understand what exactly drew me to the Raven that
night, Nick had "called in sick" yet again ~ I knew he was once again
distressed by the lack of success my cures had effected on him... and by the
utter failure that had occurred when I had pushed for a more "intimate"
connection with him the past week.  He had been avoiding me all week, so
maybe I went to the Raven to get his attention.  I _knew_ word of my
appearance there would get back to him, and he would rush to protect me from
the denziens within... and perhaps from myself.  But it was not the dark
embrace of imortailty that I found at the Raven that night... it was
something much more disturbing....

Dressed in a short black velvet dress and heels, my hair pulled back into a
French twist, I almost felt as if I fit in with the crowd at the Raven as I
walked in.  Gathering my courage and walking to the bar, I quickly scanned
the room for her... the last thing I needed tonite was a reminder of how far
I fell short of what Nick longed for.  I had seen the glances between them,
heard the softening of their voices... I admired Jeanette for what she had
become, even as I was dismayed by the pleasure she found in her wantoness.  

At the bar, I ordered a glass of wine... red of course.  The coolness of the
goblet felt strange in my hand, and the heady aroma of the wine acted to give
me a false courage.  I vaguely remember dancing with several men, their
bodies pressed so close to mine, the feel of hands low and firm on my back,
whispered invitations in my ear... and glass after glass of wine.  It all
blurs now... I remember stopping in front of her table, and exchanging words
with her and her companions, angry words borne of my hurt and feelings of
inadequacy... but nothing is clear until we left for her private apartments.

"Why did you bring me here?" I demanded of her as she indicated that I should
preceed her into the apartment.  

When she answered, her voice sent a chill through me, it was heavy and low
thick with her accent... very affecting... "Given your present state ma cher,
I thought perhaps I would see if you were up to........ chatting"

Sitting over on the couch, she patted the cushion beside her and motioned me
to sit next to her.  As I sat beside her, I found myself noticing little
things about her that I had never before...  the way her skin radiated heat -
she must have fed recently, the faint scent of her perfume that enveloped
her, and I found myself distinctly uncomfortable not the first time it had
happened, but something was different this time...

Absorbed as I was in her presence, I did not notice at first as she took a
comb from
her dresser and moved behind me.  The entire time, she spoke to me softly,
her voice a caress in and of itself.  

"Petite Natalie" she said, her accent changing my name into something exotic.
 "I have wanted to talk with you for awhile now... can you possibly guess
why?"  she asked as she gently turned me so my back was to her.  Her hands
were undoing my hair, fanning it across my shoulders as it fell.  As I felt
the first, gentle touch of her hands on my hair, I jumped slightly, but
allowed her to continue.  

"Lean forward a bit, I can't get at all your hair..." she whispered to me,
placing her
hands on my shoulders to help position me.  Too intoxicated by her to resist,
I moved so that I sat on the edge of the couch, my legs hanging down,
the rest of my body hanging limply, every nerve on fire anticipating her
touch.  I felt movement behind me, and then her legs dropped on either side
of
me, her thighs parallel with mine, her body so close, almost as if she were
cradling me with her body.... 

As the comb began to work its way through my tresses, I  sat stiffly at
first... soon however, I was relaxing and enjoying the sensations.  Possibly
enjoying them too much...

As she worked all the tangles out, she continued to draw the comb through my
hair, long slow strokes that were weaving trails of fire along my scalp and
down my back.  As she moved, I could feel her brush against me casually, the
touch of her hand against my cheekbone, the tips of her breasts grazing my
back as she stretched to reach my forehead with the comb, her thighs against
mine as she sat behind me... and with each touch, I became more and more
aware of my growing arousal.  

After awhile though, I noticed a change in the way she was touching me...
nothing overt, but her hand seemed to linger against the side of my breasts
as she brushed the hair down my sides, her fingers seemd to caress the small
of my back at the end of each stroke... god, she was driving me out of my
mind!

When the comb stopped, I drew a deep breath that ended in a sigh of regret
that I could not stop.

"What is the matter?" she asked so tenderly...  she was the one person on the
planet that knew better than any other what I felt, what I wanted, and the
one person I could not share it with.

"Matter?" I asked, praying she did not hear the heaviness in my voice,
"Nothing... I am just a little cold" I lied... hoping that might explain why
my nipples had gone hard, and my entire body was shivering.

I heard her chuckle softly, then almost jumped out of my skin as she leaned
forward, pressing her body against mine.  

"Well we can't have that now," she said, wrapping her arms around me and
hugging me closer to her, "can we?  Dearest Nicola would never forgive me if
I allowed you to catch a cold"

I managed to strangle out something that resembled "uhhmph" through a throat
tightened by warring feelings of surprise.... and desire and longing.

"Now, I ask you again cher Natalie... can you guess why?" Her hands began to
move up and down my arms... not briskly like you would do to warm someone up,
but rather slowly, sensuously, the way you do when you are first learning
your lovers body.

"No, we can't have that at all... " changing subjects as whimsicaly as she
seemed to change jewelry, she kept me in a state of imbalance while her
voice, pratically a purr, sent erotic shockwaves through my body.

"Natalie, ma cher... " her hands  were moving again... this time,
they gently cupped my breasts, "do you know how much I long for you?  How
much I
ache for you..."

I could not stop the moan of pure pleasure that came as her hands touched
me... I couldn't stop the thought racing through my head... I was lost.

"Oh please.... yes, Janette, yes"

Twisting myself around so that I could face her, I captured one of her hands
in mine and brought it to my face.  Placing a light kiss in the center of her
palm, I knew there would be no turning back now... I had to see this through
or die of longing.  Never breaking eye contact with her, I slowly pulled my
gown over my head and again drew her hand to my breast.  

As I saw the desire in her eyes, I knew I had made the right
choice, and leaned forward to finally kiss her mouth.  It was odd at first,
her lips were so much softer than a mans, but all the more enticing for that
difference.  The kiss started as a gentle affirmation of what was between us,
but neither of us could hold back for long... soon we were kissing deeply,
tongues tangling passionately, bodies pressed against eachother... deep, wet
kisses made all the more intense by the feel of her incisors scraping gently
along my tongue with each thrust....

I would have been content to do nothing more than kiss like that all night,
but Janette seemed to know me better than I knew myself. She disentangled
herself
from me gently, pushing me to lie back on the cushions on the couch.  

Fire raced across my body as I felt her begin the kiss again, her tongue
tracing the shape of my mouth, and when she drove her tongue even deeper into
my open mouth I nearly climaxed from the sheer excitement I felt.
 
Again, she broke away, this time to trail kisses down my neck, then down to
her shoulders.  As she stopped to nip lightly at my throat, I moaned .. I
know not whether it was in ecstasy or in fear... and she continued on.  I
wantonly arched my head back to allow her greater access, closing my eyes and
savoring the touch of tongue. As she continued to kiss and nip at my
shoulder, she reached down and cupped my breasts, squeezing them softly. Her
mouth soon followed her hands... and she began to suckle my breasts.

I was moaning constantly now, pure, passionate moans that seemed to arouse
her even more. Her roving tongue teased my already hard nipples. Each lick
bringing them to a new hardness.  And when her her lips closed on them...
each bite and nibble sent waves through racing throughout my entire body.

"You can tell me to stop now ma petite... " she told me as she teased my
nipples with her fingers, and then began to move them down my stomach
"say the word and I will, I promise... but say it now, for there is no
turning back after this."

When her fingers reached down between my legs and traced the outline of my
haired mound with her finger, stopping her was the farthest thing from my
mind.  And when she moved to the center of my mound and rubbed against it, I
lost the ability to think at all.  As her finger became lubricated by the
wetness that was proof of my desire, I had to bite my lip to keep from crying
her name aloud.

Still with her mouth at my breast, she slowly slid a single finger between my
aching lips, stroking me, paying special attention to my burning clit.  As
she began a rhythmic sucking on my breasts, she slipped that finger into me,
soon following it with a second.  Her fingers thrust in and out in time with
the sucking, driving me closer and closer to the edge.

She licked each nipple a final time and them moved her head down my stomach,
pausing to kiss and lick every part of me along the way.  Lower and lower she
kissed her way until she reached the center of my desire.  

"Yes.... Janette!" I cried as I could contain myself no longer and  reached
down
and guided her head.  "It feels so good...."

Chuckling low in her throat, she reached out and parted the my lips with her
fingers, moving her tongue between them, attacking my clit, drawing it into
her wonderful mouth.

"Oh God, oh God.... Janette..." I begged as my body jumped at the touch. "I
never knew..."

Renewing her attention to my clit, she alternated between sucking and
nibbling on it, all the time pumping her fingers deeper and opening me wider
with each stroke.  A rhythm quickly developed as I reached down and held her
head closer to me, arching my back forward with each movement of her tongue.

Reaching up with her other hand, she took a moment to coat a finger on her
other hand with my wetness... she then reached behind me.  Not giving me the
change to think about it, she slid a cum lubricated finger into my anus.
Startled at first, I let out a loud moan as I felt it penetrate, no one had
ever tried than with me before. But as Janette slowly withdrew the finger and
reinserted it, finger fucking my ass, I was too overwhelmed by the pleasure I
felt to object.

I began to buck my hips as I felt myself nearing climax, and sensing my
readiness, she renewed her efforts, thrusting her fingers into  me deeper and
faster and harder, urging me to let go, demanding that I come for her.
 
She was soon rewarded as she held me tight as I struggled not to scream as an
incredibly powerful orgasm tore through my body.  Janette continued to lick
my
me, and at the height of my orgasm, I felt her fangs pierce me, drawing my
pleasure, by my blood into her... The feeling of her sipping at my pleasure,
knowing that she must be feeling what I was, caused my climax to go on and
on, forever it seemed.  She stopped only when the spasms began to weaken,
withdrawing her fangs, lapping at me until I lay still beneath her. She then
withdrew her fingers but continued to lick between my legs, softly now,
taking the time to clean my thighs.

"OH MY"  I finally managed to say in a breathless voice.  "OH MY"

Looking down, I reached out and pulled her close to me. I kissed
her, tasting myself in her mouth.  I found it incredibly heady, so
intoxicating, that I continued to kiss her for several minutes, licking
droplets of my cum from her face.

"I want you Janette,"  I whispered as I sucked at her lips, her earlobe, at
the
base of her neck... "I want to taste you and make you feel as wonderful as
you've made me feel."
 
"And I you, petite"  she whispered back, "My body is yours, and the night
is young...."

FIN