7. Claire
They were on the way to visit Eric’s father when the first one attacked. After walking down several flights of stairs and through a long stone tunnel that cut through the mountain, they emerged on the western wing of Castle Belmont.
“Stay very still.” Eric said as they walked round a corner. “Something is hunting us.”
Claire swallowed at something in her throat, taking a step back from Eric. He stood perfectly still, staring at the empty stone corridor ahead. Next thing Claire knew, the corridor was a blast of noise and sound. A strange and ghastly voice filled the air amid the chaos.
“Give it to us!”
Claire pulled into a corner, and threw her hands over her head.
“You crossed the wrong Belmont today.”
Claire opened her eyes at the sound of Eric’s voice, and she saw him standing over a tall and gaunt looking vampire. He was holding the vampire off the ground by it’s shirt, a stake pressed against it’s chest.
“You can’t kill me, I’m your father’s oldest ally!”
“You should have thought of that before you sought to claim my mate.”
The gaunt vampire snarled it’s teeth. It’s dark grey eyes rolled around in it’s wicked head, flicking back and forth from Claire to Eric.
“You shouldn’t be walking through here with a breeder!” His voice hissed, sounding like metal on dry stone. “You’re asking for trouble!”
Claire could see Eric was debating whether or not to respond, but he didn’t. He simply pushed the stake into the vampire’s chest, causing the creature to let out a tortured scraping sound that somewhat resembled a scream.
The creature burst into a cloud of dust and ash. Eric stood up, looking back to Claire.
“Are you-”
“Eric behind you!”
Eric turned to heed Claire’s warning, but not fast enough. Another creature had pounced from down the length of the corridor. In one swift move it grabbed Eric and launched him against the stone wall. Eric’s body crumpled through the wall like a wrecking ball, knocking a huge hole in the side of the corridor, into the room next door.
The attacker looked in the direction whence it had thrown Eric and let out a single yet deep laugh from it’s barreled chest.
“Vampires.” The creature shook it’s head then settled it’s eyes on Claire. “So fucking weak.”
The thing strode toward Claire confidently, while she remained frozen in the corner. Claire looked upon the creature with horror. Not a vampire, not a man, some sort of moving statue.
“Come here pretty darling.” The creature’s deep voice boomed from it’s mammoth body. It reached out to grab Claire, it’s stone hand was nearly upon her when Eric jumped back into the corridor.
“Stop right there Golem. You have no need for a woman. What are you doing?”
The creature stopped and turned to face Eric. “I may not, but there are many vampires who would pay a good price for her. Stay away vampire, your strength cannot match my own.”
“I’ll kill you before I let you touch her.”
The stone giant laughed. “Just try, we both know vampires can’t hurt Golems.”
Claire’s eyes flicked from the Golem to Eric and back again. Eric looked like a coiled spring, ready to strike. He didn’t have chance to attack the creature though, for the next thing a rail of bright red fire burst through the corridor, hitting the stone creature squarely in the chest.
The Golem burst into a cloud of rock and dust. Claire turned from the explosion, but she was still covered from head to toe in dust. Eric was back beside her in a blur, standing in front of her and the source of the red fire. Claire looked around and saw a young woman, with ebony skin and black curly hair. She wore a long opal dress that matched the color of her eyes.
“Ezra?!” Surprise marred Eric’s voice. “I thought you were fighting the White Order… what on earth are you doing here?!”
“I’m back.” The ebony skinned woman stepped toward them, her crystal blue eyes looking Claire up and down. “You must be Claire.” She held out a hand and Claire took it. “I’m Ezra. Resident witch of the Castle Belmont.” She turned back to look at Eric. “Looks like I got back just in the nick of time, what did I miss?”
Eric eyed her, still looking as if he was in disbelief.
“Don’t fear Eric. I know breeders are a rarity in your kind, but I’m not hear to fight you. My allegiance lies with Castle Belmont, as it always has done.”
Eric seemed to relax a little at her words.
“How did you know she was a breeder?”
“I saw this several moons ago. It was a rare possibility, but it seems it has come in to fruition.”
“You knew this would happen and you didn’t tell me?”
“You know that I cannot share that information with you. I don’t think I could even if I wanted to.”
Eric nodded.
“But what are you doing back? I thought you were fighting with the York Clan?”
“I was, but there has been a major set back. The White Order are winning the fight. One of their generals has grown strong. Too strong.”
“Black magic?”
“There’s not a doubt in my mind.”
Eric’s eyes seemed to widen at the news.
“I came back to ask your father with assistance. Will and Eli are coming too, they are a day behind my position.”
“This is not good.” Eric said, shaking his head.
Ezra’s eyes were back on Claire again.
“You need to claim her fast Eric. This whole castle will eat itself alive trying to get her.”
“I know. Thank you Ezra. Thanks for handling the Golem.”
“Anytime Eric. Stay safe.”
Claire stared in disbelief as the woman wisped through the wall in a cloud of blue smoke.
“Come.” Eric grabbed Claire by the hand and pulled her down the corridor, “Before anyone else tries to attack.”
*
They made it to Eric’s father without any further altercations. Upon entering the room Claire saw the fair haired vampire, sitting at a desk, writing. At seeing them enter, he rose and attended to them both immediately. He looked older than Eric, but no older than forty at the most. There was a similarity between Eric and his father, but mostly he took after his mother. Atticus had long fair hair, which kept groomed back neatly.
He looked tired, but well kept. He had the same rugged handsomeness as Eric. His face was softer in general, and the corner of his eyes were marred with the faint impression of crows feet. His lips were thin and white, his nose long and straight. The eyes were the thing that he and Eric had in common. They were smart and sharp, calculating like a cat on the hunt.
“Son.”
The gentleman met his son with a soft smile, setting a hand on his shoulder.
“Father. This is Claire. Claire, this is Atticus Belmont. My father and leader of the Belmont family.”
Atticus took his hand from Eric’s shoulder and twined his fingers around Claire’s. He pulled her hand to his mouth and kissed it softly.
“Claire it is an absolute pleasure to meet your acquaintance.”
“And yours too sir.” Claire’s voice sounded timid, compared to the smooth velvet of Atticus’s voice.
He let her hand go and turned his attention back to Eric.
“I trust your trip here wasn’t too fraught?”
Eric rolled his eyes, his composure seeming to tighten a little. “You know what the trip here was like. Now the castle knows everyone and their dog seeks to take Claire.”
“Who made the first move?”
“Nash. Rasputin Nash. He attacked us on the west corridor at the eave of the mountain pass.”
Atticus’ eyebrows lifted a little.
“Nash? The old dog. Didn’t think he’d have it in him.”
“He’s dust now.”
Atticus nodded at Eric’s statement, as if it were the only logical response.
“You’re not mad?” Eric said. “He’s been an ally of ours for two centuries.”
“Yes.” Atticus said. “And look how fast he turned at news of there being a breeder here. Good riddance.”
“It will put a strain on our relationship with the Nash vampires who remain at Castle Belmont.”
“Maybe, as it will with all Vampires who seek to take what’s ours. This isn’t the first time our allies have turned on us, and it won’t be the last. Who else attacked?”
“A golem. I think his name was Gendrir.”
“Gendrir.” Atticus nodded his head, indicating he was familiar with the creature. “He’s a guardian for the Templemont family.”
“Was.” Eric corrected his father. Atticus raised his eyebrows in surprise once more.
“You killed him?”
“No.” Eric shook his head. “Ezra. Lucky for me she’s returned early.”
“Ah. Yes. I will be meeting with her shortly after you leave. And it brings me to the reason I asked you here. Come, sit. Both of you.”
Atticus walked across his study, taking a seat in a chair by the fire. Eric took Claire’s hand, and led her across the room to two seats which sat opposite from Atticus’.
“So you didn’t just bring me here to risk Claire’s life?”
Atticus scoffed. “Come on son, you know me better than that. The castle would have found out eventually. It was important that you put on a show of strength to dissuade rebellion. By walking Claire through the castle, you’ve weeded out the first of your opponents. You know which families stand against you now.”
“It’s clever, I’ll admit. But it risked Claire’s life. Couldn’t you have come to visit me?”
Atticus simply smiled, shaking his head.
“You have a breeder now. Get used to defending her with your life, until you turn her anyway. It was the same when I found your mother. You have to demonstrate to the castle that you’re not afraid to walk the hallways of your home. If the vampires here get the sense you’re afraid, they’ll turn on you.”
Eric nodded as his father’s sage advice. Claire saw the sense in it, even if the trip had scared her half to death.
“So what of the other business? Why did you summon for me?”
“As you bumped into Ezra, I’m sure you may already know, but the York Clan are having trouble with the White Order. I sent Ezra to assist them with their fight, but things are not going as well as they hoped. William and Eli York will be joining me here tomorrow, to present their case.”
“What do they want?”
“More bodies. I’m asking that you and Wraith go with them.”
Claire flinched at Wraith’s name, both Eric and Atticus noticed the gesture. Atticus looked at Claire.
“You have no cause to fear my son. I know he has wronged you, but he will not wrong you again. I have told him what the consequence of any further meddling will bring.”
Claire stared at Atticus, frozen in suspense at his words.
“I will kill him myself.”
Claire gasped. “You’d kill your own son?”
“Only if he disobeyed me. Which he will not. I’m no seer, but you don’t have to be a witch to see that you and Eric are for each other. Your bond wouldn’t work with anyone else.”
Even Eric seemed surprised at his fathers words.
“Father, what on earth do you mean?”
“Something that a lot of people don’t know about breeders, is that they are only aligned with a select type of vampire. I can see it just looking at the two of you. The same connection that I once shared with your mother.”
The men both fell silent, and Claire felt a weight fall in the room. Whatever had happened with Eric’s mother, it seemed to be a sore spot for both him and his father.
Eric let out a sigh, then returned to the topic at hand.
“I can’t assist with the York clan.” He said, shaking his head. “I won’t help a family who were so recently our enemy. I can’t leave Claire here on her own.”
“You can, and you will. I’m sorry Eric, but this isn’t up for debate. The York may once have been our enemies, but we are united now, and we must stand united if we hope to defend ourselves from the White Order.”
Claire looked at Eric, whose fists were clenched tight around the arms of the chair he was sitting on.
“Relax son. Your assistance is not needed immediately, but you will help when it is required. There is plenty of time for you to carry out your plans with Claire.”
“Very well.” Eric answered tersely.
“So?” His father said. “Is is settled? William and Eli will be here tomorrow. Can I count on you to help?”
Eric thought for a moment and stood to his feet.
“I will help, but Claire comes first. Always.”
“Understandable son.” Atticus rose to his feet too, and Claire followed.
The father and son looked at each other for a moment, mutual respect passing between them. Atticus turned his attention on Claire once more, his warm eyes sparkling at the sight of her.
“You are a true beauty Claire, and my son is lucky to have you. I wish you both the best in your endeavors.”
“Thank you sir.” Claire found she was touched by the vampire’s kind words.
“And Eric.”
“Hm?” Eric looked from the fire to his father.
“Treat her well. Make sure you bond soon. I don’t need to mention this, but this more than secures your inheritance of my throne. Be wary. Your true friends and enemies will reveal themselves over the coming days.”
“Thank you father.”
“No bother son. Now go, both of you. I have a meeting with a witch that I must attend.”
*
Eric guided Claire back through the castle quickly, his hand held firmly around hers all the while. As they walked Claire made small talk. She could sense that Eric was tense, she could sense that there would be some impending attack. She talked to attempt to distract herself, to distract him.
“He was nice.” She said as Eric led them down the stone tunnel that bisected the mountain. “Your father…”
“He is.” Eric said. “And that is how he got his power. A lot of people make the mistake of underestimating him. Atticus Belmont always gets what he wants.”
As they walked through the labyrinth of stone, tapestry and torch light, Claire attempted to make some effort of memorizing their passage. She was deep in process of tracking their last six turns, when Eric froze. Claire looked up and saw a vampire clutching a leather doctor’s bag, standing at the opposite end of the corridor. He was deadly still for a moment, before turning his head and speaking.
“Ira. What are you doing here?”
Ira looked up from a journal that was in his hands. Claire noticed the peculiarity of the man’s dress. While the other vampires she had seen in the castle dressed in a fairly contemporary manner, the vampire Eric had called Ira looked like a Victorian professor.
“Eric!” Ira looked up in surprise, barely seeming to notice that Eric and Claire had been there at all. He closed the leather tome that was in his hands and tucked it under his arm. He walked towards Claire and Eric with a broad smile on his face.
“Oh you must be the lovely Claire.” Ira smiled at Claire warmly, then looked at Eric. “I understand why you were in such a haste back in the blood room the other day.”
Eric’s body seemed to relax. “Ira. You’re not, not going to attack?”
“Heavens no!” The tweed clad doctor rocked back on his heels, letting out a sharp laugh. “I have no interest in developing an heir, as useful as that may be. My real passion lies in knowledge boy, you know that. Involving myself in… all this nonsense, it would take up too much of my time.”
“But what are you doing here?” Eric said.
“I’ve been summoned to visit Juniper Nash. She wants me to read the last rights for Rasputin.”
“Ah.” Eric nodded solemnly at the mention of the vampire he had just dispatched.
Ira stepped around Claire and Eric, walking down the corridor behind them. “Lovely to meet you Claire, we shall have to talk at further length when the time is more appropriate!”
The spindle limbed doctor waved before turning a corner, disappearing into the recess of the castle. Claire looked at Eric in confusion, attempting to gather some sort of explanation.
Eric closed his eyes and shook his head from side to side. “I’ll explain at some point, I promise. Let’s just get back to the room for now. I’m tired and I need to rest.”
*
As soon as they were back to the room, Claire practically jumped on Eric. He welcomed her touch, his lips pushing back against her eagerly. He brought his hands around the curves of her waist, pulling her body against his.
“You’re certainly full of energy.” Eric said, looking at Claire with his eyes sparkling. “What’s gotten into you?”
She sunk her teeth into her lip, contemplating his question.
“You. Watching you defend me like that, out in the castle it was…”
“Scary?”
“Fucking hot.”
Eric let out a laugh at her admission. Claire had been bashful when she first arrived, feeling like a silly school girl whenever she admitted the affect he had on her. She didn’t care anymore though. She wanted him to know.
She looked up at Eric, the want for him easily visible in her eyes. Upon seeing her lust, the smile quickly fell from Eric’s face.
“How long do I have to wait until I get what I want?” Claire closed the distance between Eric and herself, pushing her crotch against his through the fabric of their clothes. Eric swallowed at something in his throat. He squeezed his hands at the flesh of her ass, crushing her body against his.
“And what is it you want?” He said, drawing his lips down her neck.
Claire let out a gasp of pleasure at the hotness of his breath.
“I want you down there. You won’t fuck my… my pussy yet.” She practically whispered the word, which felt so dirty to her. “So please. I’m begging you. Take me in the other place, until we can have sex. I need to feel you inside of me.”
She felt something stir in his trousers, pressing against her stomach like a hot iron. Eric took Claire by the hand and pulled her into the bathroom.
“Come.” He said quickly, shutting the door behind them. He turned the jets on in the tub, filling the tiled basin with hot water.
“What are you doing?” Claire giggled as Eric practically tore the clothes from off her body.
“Bathing with you the other day is probably one of the hottest things I’ve ever done.”
Claire almost felt herself blushing at his comment. He moved around her, undressing her with a surprising swiftness. His lips kissed her body as he unclasped her bra. His fingertips brushed over her skin as he tucked his thumbs into her panties and rolled them down her thighs.
Before Claire knew it, he was naked too, and they stood as the jets ran, standing naked against one another, kissing passionately.
“Look.” Eric turned Claire around and stood with her in the mirror. Claire covered herself instantly at the sight of her body. Next to Eric she was unsightly.
“Stop that.” He grabbed her hands and stopped her from covering herself.
“But I’m so round.” Claire protested. “I look like a sack of dough compared to you. You’re a living Adonis.”
Eric stepped to the side so he was standing in front of her. He pressed a finger against her lips, while his other hand smoothed over her buttocks.
“What did I tell you about criticizing yourself? If you carry on disobeying me, I might have to punish you…”
Claire laughed as Eric sank to his knees. He left a trail of kisses down her body as he did so. She was about to come back with a snarky response when she felt his mouth pressing against her cunt.
“Well I - ah!”
The pleasure took Claire by surprise, and her whole body lurched in response. She threaded her fingers through his dark hair, holding him against her as his tongue pushed between her wet folds.
“Oh Eric…” Claire moaned, running a hand up her body to squeeze her breast. “Please fuck me. I need you inside me so bad.” She clenched hard with her need for him. He pulled away for a moment and pushed the tip of his tongue against her wet line, licking upward slowly. The delicacy of the movement made her feel wide with lust.
“Eric, yes, Eric!”
He thrust his tongue inside of her, lapping between her folds lovingly. The sensation was too much for her to bare. Her hips bucked against him, her cunt aching to be pressed harder against his warm and soft mouth. He slipped a hand between her legs from behind, stroking a finger down her ass. He slipped between her checks and rubbed the finger against the tight hole, drawing small circles with the pad of his finger.
She found pleasure in the sensation and dropped her head back. With one hand clutched on his head, and the other on her breast, Claire looked up to the ceiling and closed her eyes as she moaned.
“Fuck, yes!”
His tongue flicked wildly across her bud, causing the warmth inside her to multiply until she could bare it no longer. He moved his finger from her ass to her pussy, brushed it up and down the line of her cunt, gathering her juices on his digit. He moved it back to her ass and pushed up, applying pressure to her hole.
Claire’s hips bucked at the dual sensation of his tongue on her clit, and his finger on her ass. She steeled her heels against the tile floor, feeling the urge to lower herself down onto him. She felt him push against her hole, and his finger slipped inside of her, all the way up to his knuckle. She gasped at the sensation, finding the alien sensation utterly divine. She clenched around him, rocking her hips back and forth. Her fingers scrunched through his hair, his tongue lapped up and down against the line of her cunt.
She came, and she came hard.
“Yes, fuck, yes, yes, yes!”
Her eyes scrunched tight as fire exploded across her body, emanating from her core and arcing out in every direction until it filled her completely. She felt herself clenching around his finger, finding even more pleasure in the sensation of being filled there. Her fingers kept him held firmly against her, but she knew even if they weren’t there, he’d stay, lapping at her lovingly until he knew she was done.
She felt lips on her own, and she opened her eyes to see Eric was kissing her. He had stood up now and had his arms around her again.
“How was that my darling?” He kissed her forehead. She breathed slowly and she breathed deep, the scent of her juice on his lips and in the air.
“I don’t know how you do that to me.” She replied hazily. She felt lust drunk, stupefied by the presence of his affection.
“Come.” He grabbed her by the hand and led her into the tub, which was now full. He turned off the jets and they lowered into the steaming water slowly.
Claire let out a loud sigh of satisfaction as she melted into the contours of the tiled tub. Eric sat across from her with his arms outspread on the rim. He smiled at her knowingly, and straightened his legs so his big toe was grazing her pussy under the water.
After a minute or two Claire finally recovered the ability to speak and think.
“How do you do that?” She said once more, able to think clearly now.
“What?” Eric smirked. “Eat your pussy?”
“Not just that.” Claire blinked hard. “Everything. All of it. You’re so good. It feels so good every time. I never want to stop.”
“That brings comfort to me.” He said. “But we’re only getting started. It’s important that I get your worked up as much as possible, for when we finally fuck. Until then…”
She felt his hands wrap around her legs and pull her across the tub toward him. She opened her legs so she was straddling him. Her pussy pushed against his crotch and she felt that he was hard again. She wanted nothing more than to lift herself up and sink down his shaft slowly, until he bottomed out and filled her completely.
Eric brought his mouth to her nipples and sucked at them, worshiping her breasts with his mouth. Claire let out a gasp of pleasure and her hips bucked involuntarily against his cock. They ground against each other under the water, his hands held firmly around her waist.
“Please.” She moaned between him sucking her nipples. “Please, I need you inside me.”
She felt his cock tense at her words.
“I want to be inside of you darling. But you know the rules. Let us wash. Then we’ll go to the bed.”
They spent another fifteen minutes in the bath like that. Eric lavishing her with affection, which felt more like torture every minute he wasn’t pushing his cock inside of her. He washed her, and Claire washed him in turn. He moved with deliberate slowness, lathering up every inch of her body, taking extra time with her breasts and her ass.
When it was her turn to wash him, she wanted to rush. She wanted nothing more than to get to the bedroom with him, but she found she wanted to take her time. Drawing her soaped up hands over his hard muscle was too exciting to hurry.
By the time they were both done, he took her by the hand and pulled her from the bath. Then they dried each other off, which was really just another excuse for him to place his hands on her body again.
Eric picked Claire up in his arms, and she found herself surprised at his strength, despite him having picked her up before. She wrapped her legs around him and they kissed as he walked her into the bedroom.
Apart from the light in the bathroom, the rest of the room was dark. Eric set Claire down onto the bed slowly, kissing her on the forehead.
“I’ll be right back.”
“Where are you going.” She eyed the outline of his erection in the dimness.
“You want to play don’t you? I need to get my toys.”
She bit her lip in anticipation, a wry smile spreading across her face.
“Okay.”
Eric walked back into the bathroom and she was left alone in the dark on the bed. Claire decided she would have some fun, and make herself ready for him upon his return. She turned around so she was on all fours, spreading her knees so he would have a good vantage of her ass and pussy.
She’d never done anything like this before, she’d never been so open with a man. Before Eric, Claire didn’t think she’d ever have the ability to be so brash with a man, but there was something about him that just brought this out in her. She placed her weight onto her elbows and lowered her face down until it was on the mattress. The cover of the bed grazed her nipples slightly, and she found it nice.
She clenched at the thought of him returning, and heard her wetness in the dark room.
“I’ve got a few for us to begi-”
She heard him stop, and smiled to herself, imagining his face upon seeing her.
“Good lord.” His feet padded across the carpet quietly, and she felt his knees sinking onto the bed. He smoothed his hands over her ass, exploring her hole and her pussy freely now. “What have I done to deserve you?”
“Fuck me Eric.” She whispered through torture breath. “Fuck me. I want you inside of me.”
He said nothing in return. All she heard was the clicking of a cap, a bottle maybe.
“What are you doing?”
“Lube.” He said. “Here.”
Cold wetness dripped onto her, starting from the top of her ass. He squeezed a generous amount onto her, then he set the bottle down and started rubbing the gel across her ass.
“Oh fuck!” Claire’s hands gathered up small mountains of fabric in her palms while Eric massaged the lubricant over her skin. With one hand he pushed his thumb into her hole, submerging it gently. With his other hand he held two fingers out, brushing them up and down her wide pussy. He slipped them in, pulled them out and she heard him tasting her.
“Are you ready?” He whispered.
“Yes.” She moaned. “Please Eric, please!”
She shuffled her knees apart an inch further, and then she felt him press against her, gasping at the first touch.
His cock was hard, and hot, nestling between the muscle of her tight ring like molten rock. He moved slowly and slightly at first, every single sensation causing her to mutter some utterance of pleasure, urging and affirmation.
“Yes, yes!”
A thousand tiny confirmations of her own pleasure, trickling from her mouth as he inched inside of her further. Gasping as she felt her body opening up around his rigid length, the tight muscles of her ass relaxing as his lubricant covered shaft glided inside of her with ease.
Eric tried to remain deathly mute. For him the sound of her body opening around him, and the sound of her pleasured moans was the most erotic thing he’d ever heard. His shaft was halfway inside of her now, sliding in slowly, harder than iron steel.
She felt his fingers twinge around the curves of her hip, and cried as he pulled her back onto his cock.
“Oh baby, fucckk!” Her words were long and protracted, broken apart with shuddering gasps of her own hot breath. A smile was permanently plastered across her face. His fingers gripped tight and he finished pulling inside of her. She felt his wide base bottom out against her flesh and her eyes flushed with black.
“You’re so tight.” He whispered from behind her.
“You’re so big.” She whispered back.
He drew his hips back, and then he pushed them forward, penetrating her properly for the first time. Claire’s eyes screwed shut and her mouth opened, but no sound came. His fingers steeled against her waist and he started sliding back and forth, moving in and out of her with a steady rhythm now.
Her mouth rounded into the shape of a large ‘O’ as he fucked her ass from behind, she heard the air being forced from his nose, relishing every squeeze from his thick finger tips.
“Do you have any idea…” He said as his thrusts became faster and more forceful, “How - fucking - beautiful - you are?”
With each word he dug inside of her deep and long, slipping back out quickly to do it all over again. Claire shuffled her knees apart once more, bringing a hand between her legs, pushing a finger between her folds, massaging her clit as he fucked her asshole.
“Oh baby, oh fuck!”
Stars formed in her vision as she worked herself to a climax. The speed between them had picked up considerably now, and he was gliding in and out of her with ease, practically ramming his body against hers.
The corded muscles of his thighs slapped against her soft flesh, the thick base of his throbbing and veined cock tapped against her ass, his palms either gripped her tight, or smoothed circles on her ass, spanking her every now and then between thrusts.
Claire pushed her tits against the bed, finding pleasure at the friction from the cover. She pushed her ass up, opened her legs and moved her hips back when he moved forward. She wanted it harder, deeper, faster - and he gave it.
She pushed her fingers inside of herself as his rhythm crested, his body slamming against her with quick and sharp thrusts.
“Oh baby!” She gasped. Her words were hardly words now, just breath trying to form the shape of vague sounds. With each thrust of his hips he caused a trickle of worship to escape from her lips.
“I’m coming.” He whispered between hot breaths. “I’m coming, I’m coming.”
“Yes,” Claire begged, “Yes, yes!”
Her own orgasm came too, and she held her palm against her cunt, her clit throbbing as her pleasure exploded across her body. She felt his fingers squeeze into the fleshy curves of her hips and he yanked her back, pulling her all the way onto his length, burying his cock inside of her as deep as he could.
Her eyes bulged as she felt him erupt deep inside of her ass, his cock firing dozens of thick ropes up and into her cavity.
“Yes!” She cried. “Yes, yes, yes!”
She pushed herself back, urging for him to be deeper, urging for him to already fill the space that was completely full. He squeezed hard, more ropes of molten love squeezing from his head and coating her pink walls, until he had filled her almost completely.
The world melted away for Claire, and there was no other sensation than the feeling of him inside of her, filling her space completely. He stayed inside of her until he was completely done, and only then did he break away, falling into a heap on the bed beside her.
They lay in the dark together for the longest time, staring up at the ceiling, chests heaving as they regained their composure, sweat pouring from their bodies. Claire lay on her back looking up into the darkness, her forearm crossed over her head. The finger tips of his right hand were on top of her left thigh, just over her hips.
She closed her eyes and breathed deep, consciousness of his warmth still inside of her. It felt good, it felt natural for it to be there. After a few minutes of silent appreciation, she turned her weight onto the side so she was facing him, moving one of her legs over his body so she was half straddling him.
They kissed, a slow and lingering kiss, their lips parted, making the only noise in the room apart from their breathing.
“So.” Eric said calmly. “What did you think?”
She smiled to herself, blinking slowly, looking down at the man with great appreciation.
“I liked it.” She said, half giggling to herself. “A lot.”
“I’m glad.” Eric said, brushing a hand through her hair. “Your body received me very well. I’m surprised at how fast you relaxed.”
She drew her fingers down his chest, tracing the contours of his muscles with her hands.
“You’ve been teasing me for so long. Can you blame me?”
“I suppose not.” Eric laughed.
“We need to do that again.” Claire said. “Like a lot. You probably need time to recover first though right?”
Eric raised one eyebrow slowly.
“Will I really?”
Before Claire could realize what had happened, she was on her back with her legs in the air and Eric was knelt over her, his hands on the back of her thighs.
She looked down and saw his hand around the meat of his cock. He was pressing his erection down, nestling the head in the muscles of her ring again.
“Eric, fuck!” She let out a sharp gasp as he penetrated her again, sliding his length inside of her slowly.
“One thing you’ll come to learn about vampires my darling.” He pushed forward, filling her completely.
“We’ve got great stamina.”