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Adult: In Dreams 

By Brenda 

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Special thanks to Jeri Friedman for the use of an idea I got from her story "Caught in the Act" Read it. It is great!

This is my second real attempt at adult fiction. I've been blushing for days. I have to admit it was fun. 

Please do not be too upset by any errors you may find, as it hasn't been beta-ed. 





Adult: In Dreams Part 01/04

By Brenda 



Natalie's eyes flew open. She couldn't believe what she felt. For a moment she couldn't even remember where she was. Then it came back to her. She and Nick had been watching movies on the couch in the loft. During the second one she must have fallen asleep. Now she was laying spooned up against him with her head on his right arm. Then she realized that it was his left hand that had wakened her. It was under her T shirt caressing her breasts. Her bra had been pushed up out of his way and he was gently rubbing his thumb across first one then the other nipple while his fingers were kneading the remainder of her breasts. 

But, that was not all. Until then she had not moved. Now she lifted her head and turned her shoulders slightly to see what was happening behind her. She couldn't believe it. His jeans were unzipped and he was pressing his engorged penis to her buttocks and was slowly stroking against her. 

Her mind was racing. It had been months since he had touched her even in a friendly way. Not since the night he had made love to her over and over when his memory was gone, after he was shot in the head. Even tonight on the couch while they had watched movies, he hadn't touched her. But somehow he had ended up wrapped around her. 

It felt so good. She didn't want him to stop. She heard him moan softly into her ear. She felt his lips on the nape of her neck, his cool tongue tasting her. Softly she called his name. He didn't answer. She again turned a little to look into his face. His eyes were closed and pleasure was written all over his face. 

Again she spoke, "Nick, are you sure it's OK?"

This time, when he didn't answer, she knew why. He was asleep. She hadn't thought about it before, but, it was probably safe to assume that he, like other men, had erotic dreams. Only, this time she had been laying beside him when the dream occurred and she was now physically caught up in it. She knew she should wake him, but it really did feel so good. Besides, what could a little petting hurt? Before she could turn back she felt his hand leave her breasts and slide down to her belly. He pulled her tightly against his erection and speeded up his thrusts. He groaned loudly and wrapped his right arm around her chest and gripped her left shoulder. She bent her head and kissed his forearm. She wove her tongue through the light tangle of blonde hair. She felt his lips and tongue return to her neck. The fire was building within her. The touch of his hands was sending her on the journey toward orgasm. His hand started fumbling at the button and zipper on her jeans. When they opened, his hand slipped inside to her skin. His hand slid immediately under the elastic of her panties and through the soft curls of her pubic hair. Unerringly, his fingers slipped into her warm, wet folds and into her vagina and gently started pumping in and out, while his thumb found her clitoris and stroked it firmly. Within seconds his soft caress brought her up and over the edge into climax. Light seemed to explode around her. Her vagina convulsed around his fingers and sent a prolonged shudder through her body. 

As she relaxed she could taste blood in her mouth. She had bitten her lip in an attempt not to cry out and wake him. She heard Nick gasp then take in a deep breath through his nose. He was savouring her blood, even in his sleep. His actions speeded up. He started to whisper to her. His words were in an antiquated, Norman French. She understood nothing, but it still sounded beautiful. His hand abandoned her pubes and started pulling at her jeans and panties. They were soon around her knees. His hand stroked up and down the backs of her thighs until she felt her arousal returning. Then, from behind her, the tips of his fingers again found their way into her wet folds. They traveled to her clitoris and again massaged it tenderly for a few seconds. Then she felt him circle the entrance to her vagina. Her whole body shimmied at the pleasure this brought her. When a moan escaped her lips, two fingers, again, slipped inside her. 

"My God, oh, my God. Nick, Nick..." she whispered. 

Sometime during this lovemaking Nat had grasped Nick's forearm with her right hand and her left hand had reached back to grip his hip. She realized that she had a death grip on his jeans. Her hand ached with the pressure of it, but she couldn't let go. 

His finger pulled out of her and she grieved. His hand went under her thighs to the jeans wrapped around her knees and pushed up. This action bent her knees and exposed more of her to him He slid lower so that his swollen shaft dropped below her buttocks and pressed against the waiting wetness. 

"Yes, please, Nick. Come inside. I'm waiting for you, please!" her voice soft and pleading. 

When she felt the tip of his arousal enter her she began to shake,her breath coming in short, sharp pants. She pushed back at him, trying to force him deeper. But, he had his own agenda. He slipped in and out, each time entering a little deeper. A soft moan accompanied every thrust. Natalie gasped each time he moved deeper until she lost any semblance of control, and again climaxed, every muscle in her body contracting around him and against him. One final thrust deep into her brought forth a deep gasp from him and his seed spewed forth, his grip tightened around her. Slowly their bodies relaxed. He released her shoulder and stretched his arm out and Natalie slid her hand under and around his arm. Several tears of joy leaked from her eyes and Nick's hand returned to her breast. Nat loosened her grip on his jeans and covered the hand on her breast with her own. She, too, drifted off to sleep. 

End 01/04


Adult: In Dreams Part 02/04


The setting sun pulled Nick from his slumber. He awoke slowly, pleasantly, gently. As he became aware, he felt the warmth of a comfortable body against his chest and belly. 'Ah, Nat,' he thought. Then he felt her breast under his hand and quickly lifted his hand from her. He was way too close to her. He needed to feed. He started to lift himself from behind her. He gasped with shock at the sight that met his eyes. Nat's jeans and panties were around her knees and his jeans were open. His softened penis was exposed. It was covered in dry, bloody semen, as were Nat's thighs and buttocks. Panic gripped his heart. What had he done? Oh, God, what had he done? 

He lifted himself off the couch and knelt it front of her face. Bloodtears were streaming down his face as he pulled her hands to his lips. He called to her to wake up.

" Nat, please wake up! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you. Please, Nat, be OK!"

Her eyes opened to his blood streaked face. "Nick, what's the matter, tell me!"

"Nat, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I think I raped you in your sleep!"

"What? What are you talking about?"

"Look at your self," he demanded. "Look what I've done to you!" He was loosing control, almost shouting at her. 

"Nick, calm down, you didn't rape me. I wasn't sleeping when it happened. I was awake. If anything, I took advantage of you."

His tears were now accompanied by sobs. "What are you talking about, Natalie?"

Before she answered him, she stood up and pulled her underwear and jeans back over her hips and did them up. Nick was standing in front of her crying softly and looking grief-stricken. She pointed to his jeans.

"Pull your self together and we'll talk on the couch. Do you want to feed first?" She returned to the couch as he zipped up his jeans. 

He nodded yes and headed for the fridge. He pulled out an unlabeled green wine bottle and removed the cork, tossing it in the direction of the sink. He swallowed the contents in seconds. He then wet the end of a dish towel and wiped the blood streaks from his face. When he was finished he returned to the couch and sat down. He sat as far as he could get from Nat. Guilt was written across his face and he couldn't lift his eyes to meet hers. 

Nat took a deep breath and began. " Nick, I know you feel like you have done something wicked or evil, but, it's not true. You did nothing wrong. We fell asleep watching the movie and somehow ended up laying together on the couch. I woke up and you were having an...ah...erotic dream." Natalie blushed and Nick groaned and dropped his head into his hands. 

"At first I was going to wake you up, but it felt so good to have you touch me after so long." Now Nat dropped her head into her hands. "After a while, I didn't want to stop you. I needed you to make love to me even if you didn't know you were doing it. I'm sorry, Nick, I just love you so much." Now she was crying. 

The guilt on Nick's face had changed to anger. He was breathing heavily and his fists were clenched. He stood and faced her. 

"For God's sake, Nat, what were you thinking?" His voice was deep with fury, " I could have killed you!"


Natalie looked up at him, her face wet with tears. "I didn't think about that. You didn't vamp out so it never entered my mind. Please, don't be angry, Nick."

"Nat, how could you forget what I am? Your life depends on us taking precautions. My life depends on the same thing. Do you think I could go on living if I knew that I had killed you? I love you, but a stupid trick like that could have cost us both our lives! Then we would never be together!"

While he ranted at her, Nat's eyes became wide and bright. She stood to face him.

"Stop, right now! How dare you call me stupid! You, you....Shit!" with that she slapped his chest and stomped to the lift. She threw the door aside with such strength that it bounced to the other end of the track and slammed closed behind her.

Nick stood for several minutes with his mouth open and the palm of his hand over the place she had smacked him. When the shock finally wore off, he threw himself down on the couch.

"What the hell have I done ?" he whispered to himself. 

As Nat left the building, she fished her keys out of her pocket and got into her car. She pushed the key into the ignition. Before she could start the car, she started to shake. She gripped the top of the steering wheel with both hands and laid her forehead against them, resting until the shaking stopped and she had control of her body again.

'Why,' she thought, 'Why is he so angry? Nothing bad happened. He should be glad to find out that his beast, as he calls it, stayed away.'

She started the car and drove home to a bath and bed. She was exhausted.

Nick sat ruminating over their conversation. He new it wasn't a conversation, but a fight. He had made her so angry she had smacked him. Except for the time she had come home with that creep, Roger Jamison, and found him in her apartment, she had never really done that in earnest before, only playfully or to get his attention when he spaced out. As he stood and headed up to the bathroom to bathe, he knew that flowers and an innocent smile were not going to get him out of this dog house. And he wasn't sure what would.

End 02/04


Adult: In Dreams Part 03/04



As soon as he was dressed, Nick headed down to the Caddy and drove to Natalie's apartment. She was sitting curled up on the couch, in her nightie and pink fluffy robe, sipping a cup of tea before bed, when she heard his knock on the door. 

"Go away," she answered without raising her voice. She knew how sensitive his hearing was.

"No, I'm not leaving. And if you don't want the whole floor knowing our business, you better let me in, because we are having this discussion, one way or another!"

He heard a long sigh escape her lips, then her footsteps. The door opened. He stood staring at the scowl on her face.

"Well, are you coming in or are you just going to stand there?"He slipped past her and she closed and locked the door behind him.

She followed him into the livingroom, almost running into him when he stopped suddenly and turned to her. The anxiety on his face pleased her in a small way.

"Nat, I'm sorry I yelled at you. I just lost control."

"How could you be so rude? You called me stupid!" Her annoyance was back.

"Me? You smacked me and called me a shit!" He too was angry. 

"You were being a jerk!"

"I was not! I was scared for you!" They were both yelling now.

"Liar!"

"What?! "

"You're lying,"she wasn't yelling now, "You would never be that angry over fear for me."

Shock was on his face as he stared at her for several seconds. When he spoke, he too no longer was shouting.

"OK, you're right. It wasn't just fear. It was...it was jealousy." A deep sigh escaped him and he turned his back to her. She could see his shoulders shaking and knew he must be crying.

What was he talking about? Nat was very confused. 

She touched his arm, "Jealousy, Nick?"

He laid his hand over hers on his arm. She heard his voice barely above a whisper. "Oui, Amante, je suis jaloux."

Had she heard him right?

She drew him around to face her, but, his head was bowed and his eyes wouldn't meet hers. His shame was too great. Red streaks ran down his face and bloody tears dripped from his chin. She reached out and wiped them away.

"Look at me, Nick!" He turned his face away. She grasped his chin and turned it back, holding him so that he had to look at her.

"Nick, you don't have to be jealous. I would never make love with any one but you. Don't you know that?"

"I know that. I know that you love me, Nat. It's...it's not that."

"Then, what? Tell me."

He took a deep breath. "It's embarrassing."

"I don't care. Tell me!"

He blurted it out, "If I'm going to make love to you, I want to be there!"

Her hand dropped from his chin and her mouth flew open. Her first emotion was disbelief, but one look at his face told her it was the truth. Her second was joy, because she knew it was something she could deal with. 

"Oh, Nick, who but you could be jealous of himself? I love you so much, it hurts."

"Nat, that's exactly the way I feel about you, but, I've been terrified that I would drain you if I ever touched you these last few months. I want you so badly!" He drew her into his arms and kissed the top of her head. 

"Nick, why can't you see the truth?" Natalie tilted her head back and looked into his face, "We made love for hours when your memory was gone and we made love this morning when you were sleeping. As long as you don't think about it you can do it. Just put the vampire aside and enjoy yourself. I know that's not easy for you, but, you have to try or you'll never find happiness and neither will I. I hate when you freeze me out and I won't put up with it anymore, so make a decision. Try or good-bye, Nick, because living like this is killing me. My heart is breaking. I need you."

He took her face between his hands, "There's no decision to make, Nat. I can't give you up. I won't. You are my light, my life, my love. If it wasn't for you, I would have walked into the sunrise years ago!"

Their lips met. Nick's cool tongue pushed into the fire that was Nat's mouth and she moaned into his. She slipped her hands around his waist and up his back, pulling him even closer to her. This brought a response from him that she had never heard before. It was like the purr of a cat. It started deep within his chest and she could feel it vibrating from him into her sternum. The vibration built up into a blaze within her breast and quickly traveled through her whole body, coalescing in her belly. Her soft moan became desperate and she lunged against him, causing him to take a step back to maintain his balance.

"Nat, stop, wait. Let's go in the bedroom." When she nodded in agreement he picked her up and carried her in to the bed. He set her on her feet and slowly started to take her robe from her. Nat's hands flew to the buttons on his shirt, but Nick took her hands in his and stopped her.

"No, Nat, let me do this. I need to do this on my own, okay?"

"If that's what you want, Nick." 

"That's what I want." He kissed her mouth gently then pushed the robe from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. He placed his hands on her shoulders then drew them down her arms to grip her wrists. He lifted each hand in turn and planted a kiss in each palm, letting his tongue leave a cool spot of moisture behind. He dropped her wrists and grasped her nightie at the hips, raising it over her head and allowing it to follow her robe to the floor. 

He took a step back from her then and let his eyes roam over her from head to toe, making all the expected stops in between.

"Nick, stop, you're embarrassing me, please."

"No, my love, don't ever become uncomfortable when I look at you. You are the most beautiful woman I have seen in my life. God, Nat, I love you more than life itself. He took her back into his arms and kissed every inch of her face. He then laid her back on the bed. 

"Watch me, now, Nat. I want you to know my body as well as I know yours." He undid the buttons on his shirt and let it drop to the ever growing pile of clothing on the floor. He then kicked his shoes off and loosened the button fly on his jeans. He slowly pushed them over his hips and then let them drop to his ankles. He wore no underwear. His penis was almost painfully engorged. He bent over and pushed the pants and his socks over his feet. He then stood naked before her and stared into her eyes.

End Part 03/04


Adult: In Dreams 04/04


She spoke softly to him, "Do you have any idea how good you look? It always amazes me that you would be interested in me when you could have any number of beautiful women." He could see the 'why me?' in her face. 

He sat on the edge of the bed and laid his hand on her cheek.

" Nat, I know you think I'm naive about some things, but not this. I have been chasing after beautiful women and beautiful women have been throwing themselves at me all my life and, believe me, it is flattering. But, after 800 years, I want more than mere beauty. I want purity of heart, intelligence, an ability to articulate, humour, love and devotion as well as beauty. All the things I find in you. It is you that I love."

Tears were streaming down her face now. "And there is more. You love me even though you know of the horrors I have inflicted on others. You know of the depravity in my heart and the evil in what is left of my soul, yet you still want me to make love with you. That is what amazes me. Tell me, Natalie, will you marry me? Soon? I want you to be mine forever. I never want you to leave me."

He waited for her to gain enough control over the sobs for her to answer.

"Oh, yes, Nick, yes. I never want to leave you. If getting married convinces you of that, that's what we'll do. I love you more than anyone or anything in this world."

He laid beside her and gathered her into his arms. Their lips came together and their tongues met in an ages old dance of passion and lust. 

Finally, Natalie pushed him to his back and lowered herself onto him. Her thighs straddled his and she trapped his engorged penis against her belly. She dragged her warm, wet tongue along his jaw and down his neck, stopping only to suck on the base of his throat long enough to elicit a moan from him. His hands caressed her shoulders as she slid her body down his. She left kisses and swipes of her tongue across his chest. When she reached his right nipple, she licked and then blew on it. Nick gasped and shivered, his nipple hardening into a hard brown bead. The same treatment to the left nipple brought forth the same uncontrollable response. She smiled.

"Like that, do you?"

"Oh, yeah, love it!"

"How about this?"

She moved even farther down his body until his penis was trapped between her full breasts. She used her upper arms to press her breasts tightly around his turgid member and started to rock back and forth. He wrapped his hands in her hair.

"Stop, Nat, that's too good. I don't want to come yet. Not like this."

In the time it took for her heart to beat once, he lifted her and flipped her onto her back. He was now straddling her. He was resting on his elbows, his hands still tangled in her hair. He reigned kisses on her eyes, nose and lips. She ran her hands through his golden hair, then wrapped her arms around his neck. He moved down to her breasts, flicking first one nipple then the other with his tongue. When they were both hard, rosy nuggets, he began to suckle. While his mouth caressed her breasts, he trailed his finger in her soft, curly pubic hair. He pressed a knee between her thighs and when she opened to him, he lifted himself off her and knelt there staring at her. When he didn't move she spoke.

"What's the matter. Is something wrong?"

"Wrong? God, no! I just needed to look at you for a minute. I can't tell you how much it means to me that you trust me like this. The touch of your hands on my skin and in my hair feels great. Great! So far you've been right about the beast. The more I ignore it, the easier it seems to be to control it."

"Good, because I need this now." She reached down with both hands and wrapped them around his twitching penis, "It's time, Nick."

"Not just yet. I'm not finished." He removed her hands from his shaft and laid in the v of her legs. He caressed the inside of her thighs and lifted her buttocks to expose her dripping folds to him. He could smell the blood coursing through her veins and the essence of her arousal assaulted his nose. She was touching her own breasts, now, pinching the nipples. He felt the gold sparks flash in his eyes and the first delicious itching of his fangs before they dropped. 

"Nat...I...look at me."

She had her eyes closed and opened them when he spoke. Her eyes widened when she peered into the feral, gold-tinged eyes of the beast.

"We have to stop, Nat. It's too dangerous. I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to bring you across, not now, especially not by accident."

"Nick, no, we are not going to stop. I know you, trust you. You can do this. And if you do have to bring me across, it just means that I will truly have you forever. There has been no darkness in my life since that first night I found you on the autopsy table healing in front of my eyes. I loved you and trusted you within the first few minutes. Coming across will just mean I will have joy and light in my heart for hundreds of lifetimes instead of one. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

The golden eyes and the descending fangs subsided. The gray-blue of his eyes was back. He was still holding her buttocks up. He smiled and nodded to her. His heart too full for mere words. Her strength and trust was passed to him. He bowed his head and brushed the tip of his nose through her chestnut curls. When he had regained some composure, he let his tongue search out her clitoris. Her hands returned to their work on her breasts. The cool fire of his touch brought a cry of pleasure to her lips, followed by a long moan as his ridged tongue circled the entrance to her vagina. His mouth returned to her clitoris and began to suckle. Just when she believed that nothing could feel as good as this, she felt two fingers penetrate her. She knew it had begun, the steep climb towards orgasm. He pumped the fingers slowly in and out while he continue to suckle at her clitoris. Nat was writhing beneath his touch, her breathing ragged and rapid. Just as she was about to fall into the abyss she felt his fingers leave her.

"Nooooooo! Nick, please!"

"It's okay, it's okay," he whispered softly.

She again felt his fingertips. They were sliding back from her clitoris to the vaginal entrance and from there to her anus. The gentle massage at this opening made her gasp. It was unbelievably good. it brought her back to the edge of the sought-after abyss. Then the fingers penetrated her vagina again and that was it. She started to scream with joy as the fire washed over her and she dropped over into orgasm. Tears escaped from her eyes and she couldn't catch her breath. Sounds became distant and her sight was fading to black. At the sound of her struggle to breathe and the frantic beating of her heart, Nick became panicked. Can a healthy person really die from the 'small death'? Had he somehow killed her? Before he could speak, he heard her ragged breath even out and her heart slow to normal, he suspected that she had fainted. And he was right. Within a few seconds Natalie's eyelids began to flutter and she made weak mewling sounds. Her hands groped for him.

"Are you all right, my love?"

She looked into his eyes and smiled. She wound her fingers in his hair and pulled his mouth to hers for a passionate kiss of teeth and tongues bumping. When she released him, she spoke. 

"Perfect. Now, it is time. Come into me. I want you. I need you." She wrapped her legs around his hips and drew him to her.

She felt the glans press against her opening for just a second before he penetrated her completely. Her breath flew out of her. She sucked it back in as Nick began a gentle in and out motion within her. Their hands could not stop the touching and feeling anywhere they could reach. Nick felt his penis become harder and longer than ever before. Nat knew it was filling her completely. Each time he plunged into her she felt as though her heart would explode with joy. Never had he or anyone else made her feel like this. She knew what the difference was. It was the fact that she was totally aware of how much he really loved her. No one could have loved her like this before. It was all-encompassing. It was bringing her to the edge again. But this time she would not faint. Not when she knew his love was going to burst inside her momentarily.

She heard him gasp and cry out.

"Now, Nat? Now?"

"Now, Nick!"

This time they fell over the edge of the abyss together. Their voices calling out to each other. She never took her eyes from his and she knew that she had been right. They were still that gray-blue colour that melted her heart and turned her to mush. No gold, no fangs, no blood, just her beloved Nicholas. She felt the cold flowering of his bloody semen deep within her as her muscles contracted and quivered around him. As the passion slowly drained from their bodies they lay entwined until he realized that his weight had been on her for long enough. He unwrapped her legs from his hips and rolled off her. He wrapped her into his arms and she rested her head on his chest. He snuggled into her hair and she laid soft kisses on his chest. 

"Nat?"

"Mmmmm?"

"Today is Tuesday, right?"

"Uh huh."

Want to get married tomorrow?"

"Sounds good to me."

"Nat? "

"Yeah?"

"I'm ready again."

She reached down and gripped his penis around the base and pumped her hand up and down it several times. 

"You're right! Me too!"

"Good! Nat?"

"More questions, Nick?"

"Just one."

"Okay, Nick, go ahead, but this is the last one."

"I just want to know who you think won the office pool on when we would get married?"

When they stopped laughing they were more than ready.



--finis--

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bc@pangea.ca

Carpe Noctem.....If you must live in darkness, use it to your advantage