Hello, my name is Pristine Aericko aka Niteflyer and I usually write PG-13 rated FKfanfic. This story just evolved one evening as I was tired of working on my longer stories. Standard disclaimers apply here. I do not own any fk characters and am merely borrowing for fan enjoyment. Brideon is my own character, a mirror image of myself. Permission granted to archive my fiction at JADFE.
Raven's HeartThe moon was at it's fullest. It was a witches dream for me, Brideon, western witch of the old ways. This was the holy esbat, November, an icy month in Toronto. A faint glow and frozen circle embraced the moon. I walked along the harbor in the shadows of gigantic vessles resembling blackened ghosts looming beside me. How the city lights danced upon the water, glittering rapture. I felt peaceful yet somehow mischief was afoot and a shudder crept through me. Shadows took on their own life. The tower thrilled me. I was so caught up in the beauty of it all that I failed at first to notice the rush on the wind, the presence of eternity. I reached gloved hand over my shoulder. Through the silken black material I felt a much cooler hand take mine. I quickly turned to meet his gaze, his gem-like eyes of topaz and fire, the beacons of my night. He was early. He gathered my dark cloak closer around me. A faint smile toyed with his perfect lips, as he drew mine to his with a gentle touch. My hands caressed the leather of his
long familiar coat. The ever present stick pin sword caught a shimmer from the moon. What started as a friendly kiss of welcome fast became a delight, a favor, a rendezvous with forever as he stole me away to his domain, his territory. The night was at our mercy. Drinks at an empty Raven, which was closed early, were enjoyed as two gazes locked, two denizens overjoyed. The Hunger plays for it's enamoured guests. The club is dark, an glowing. He takes both of my hands, leading me to the back of the club, where a soft, comfortable, couch awaits, eyes of ice at work as a magnet, now starting to show evident golden flecks. This room, it seems, contains much of the prized
vintage. He explains that he will not be needing any of this tonight. He has me, and I have him, and so the hunger grows. White, delicate, rose petals cover the couch on which he sits down comfortably, reciting something about come to pa pa. I stretch out, lounging back against him as he plays in my hair, his lips now pressed against my ear, whispering with his silken voice.
"Would you like for me to rid you of those bothersome garments?"
I smile sweetly and nod. He slips my cape gently off my shoulders. He pulls back my hair, nuzzling my neck, kissing me, tenderly biting in delightful nibbles, his hands caressing my shoulders. I turn to face my lover. I reach to touch the face that pleases me so and pull his lips to mine. I savor him. His fire and ice kisses explore my mouth, tasting and tempting. He unbuttons my black lace dress, slowly, his deep stare of blue
and gold never leaving me. His fangs, now fully extended, tease my tongue, and I deepen the kiss, my breaths now short, heavy, impatient. I hurry to rid him of the midnight Armani suit, trying desperately not to break the kiss that was fueling the desire between us. His alabaster flesh was now mine for the taking. I was not like him, not yet, but the temptation to bite became increasingly difficult. He urged me to follow my feelings. I ran my tongue over his delicious throat, pausing briefly to nibble, to entice the
beast from within him. He pushed me gently down onto the large fluffy couch, covering me with his body. I pulled him down against me, closer, again taking his mouth, so hot, so iced yet ablaze. Our bodies became as one as I begged for absolution, for his invasion of me. His talents were as immortal as his being. I wanted. He delivered. He entered me with a power of the ages, giving, fulfilling all of my darkest desires, slow, deep, full of passion. His every movement here within me was a delight. I bit down hard
upon his neck. This only made his rhythm increase, deepening even more. I tasted blood before my immortal bird of desire. One sight of the blood upon my lips drove him wild with lust, with the hunger. He would have more of me, all of me. I could not wait. I welcomed it as my hands explored his chest, the body of a Roman General, my iced-blue vampire! I could feel it building within him, an orgasmic release only a bird of his kind could muster. He could not control the beast within himself any longer. I moved in total sync with him, never leaving the ecstacy, now beyond my own point of no return. He plunged his fangs into my neck. It was a dark and painful pleasure that I
had never known. Dark, wonderful love, deepest satisfaction then.......death. I died in total rapture, total romantic lust and awoke in his loving arms as he stroked my hair, reassuring me for my new and hungry flight into the world of one Lucien Lacroix, my eternal vampire!By:Pristine
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