Chapter Eleven - Lola
Saturday
I can’t believe she is gone. There is so much she had to teach me, so much I wanted to learn. Valnoir is still ignoring me. He was present at the cremation, but he didn’t look at me or talk to me. Being so lonely and alone is scary, and my newfound strength and resolve are already diminishing.
“I’ll take you up on that tea offer of yours,” I say, entering Harriet’s room. Compared to the rest of the house, her room is starkly simple. It is stripped bare of all things fancy, just a single bed in the corner by the plasma window, a dresser, a bookshelf and a table for two in the center.
“Have a seat, I’ll have someone bring the tea,” she says.
“Thank you.”
“Am I right in assuming you are not merely here for tea?”
“Yes,” I nod. “I wanted to talk, actually, and didn’t know who to go to.”
“I’ll see if I can help.” Harriet looks tired and worn, but still beautiful.
“It’s about Valnoir and the baby.”
“What about them?”
“Well, you see, we didn’t plan anything. Things are complicated between us, and before we could figure anything out, I found out I was pregnant. But before I knew for sure, he suggested that I would have to get an abortion if I were pregnant.”
“An abortion?” Harriet looks appalled. “Why on earth would he want that?”
“I don’t know. All I know is that I can’t give my child up, I can’t. I have waited too long for this and I am not going to give it up just because he isn’t ready.”
“Hmm.” There’s a forlorn look on her face, but she wipes that off with 18th-century grace and continues. “Did he ever tell you about Charlotte?”
“No,” I say, a pang of jealousy in my heart. So I was a passing fancy then. My world begins to shake and I tremble with grief, ready for the final blow. “Who is she?”
“She was my daughter.”
“Oh, I —” I begin, sighing with relief.
“He was very fond of her. He took her death to heart, hasn’t talked about her since.”
“What happened to her?”
“She was a child, trapped in childhood. She walked out into the sun, never to return. It devastated me, but he took it really hard too. Maybe that’s why he said what he said…because he is afraid.”
“You mean to say he will come around? Because I am more than prepared to do all this alone if I have to.”
“He will come around. He’s trapped in his youth, so you can get him if you play your cards right. Boys like to be spoiled. Shower him with your affection and he’s all yours. But you have to really try, too.”
“Thank you,” I say. “I will give it a try.”
“You know, I am glad you are with child,” she says, getting up. “I am glad our family line will continue.” She places her hand on my shoulder in a motherly fashion and gives it a little squeeze.
***
With Valnoir ignoring me and fleeing every time I see him, there is only one way I know I can get him to talk, so when he is resting in his room at midday, I sneak in. He is on the bed with his eyes closed, but I know he hears me coming.
“I don’t want to talk,” he says without opening his eyes. “Get out.”
“I am not here to talk,” I say, as I crawl on top of him.
Undoing the top button of his dark green shirt, I press my lips to his cold skin. Licking the slightly rough skin beneath his jaw, I brush my lips against the spray of golden hair on his body as I undo button after button until I reach his rock-hard abs. Rubbing my nose on his skin, I pass my fingers over his hard muscles, feeling up his toned body. His eyes are closed and he is still ignoring me, but that is about to change. I doff my clothes and throw my brassiere and panties on the floor. As my mouth reaches his pants, I notice the strained tent in them, the obvious sign of a hungry cock aching to break free, to be let loose and put into action. I struggle with his pants and boxers but manage to pull them off, and stand at the bedside admiring the naked man in front of me. He looks wildly sexy as he lays naked in front of me, his upper body covered in a green shirt — unbuttoned, highlighting his abs — and sporting a massive hard on.
Maybe its the pregnancy hormones that are making me so horny — yes, I’m saying it — but I can’t stop myself. I swoop down on his cock like an eagle, mouth open and devour it instantly. With one hand on my own crotch, touching myself, I clutch his cock in the other and massage the base, making the swollen head throb even more. It turns a dark shade of pink as I give it a squeeze, pulling back the foreskin and taking it in my mouth.
He reaches for my hand and removes it from his cock, intertwining his fingers with mine. I feel his other hand on the back of my head, urging me to go deeper. I proceed to take it in, the head of his cock making its way through my lips, across my tongue, hitting my tonsils and fitting itself into my throat. I gag and back off, then proceed to do the same thing again until I can calm my gag reflex. Finally, I have him buried inside my mouth and I can still breathe through my nose.
Inhaling and exhaling through my nose, I hold his cock buried in my mouth and start bobbing my head gently. He moans. “That’s right, keep going, ah…keep doing it.” I follow his command and continue doing it faster, pleasuring him, showering him with the attention he craves. “That’s right, ohhh…yeahhh…do that again.”
I move my head as fast as I can on his cock, matching his now urgent thrusts. “I am coming, I am coming, oh god…jesus…yeahhh.” He empties himself in my mouth and I suck his cock dry of the remaining juices. As he pulls out, I grab his cock again and lick it clean.
“You liked that, didn’t you,” I finally ask.
“Maybe.”
I caress his cock to get him hard again. I have to make sure he doesn’t flee, and I have just figured out how to tether him down. As his flaccid dick springs to life again, I lube it up and straddle him, taking him inside me.
“Now we are going to talk,” I say.
“Really,” he replies, a playful smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “You wanna talk,” he says, thrusting hard and pushing deep inside me.
“Ahh, easy there! Yes, I want to talk, so just hear me out once and then I’ll leave you be.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Okay, don’t freak out, but I am pregnant,” I tell him. “Those girls were right.”
He flips me and gets on top, his cock impaling me. “You are what?”
“Pregnant,” I say. “It’s early but I am definitely pregnant.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I took a pregnancy test and went to see a doctor.”
“How long have you known?”
“A while,” I say. “Look, I wasn’t sure. With grandma dying and you acting out, I didn’t know where I stood. I get it that you don’t want a child yet, and that’s fine with me, but if I have to choose…”
“Why would you have to choose?”
“As per our discussion earlier, you said something along the lines of me getting my period or an abortion, so it was pretty clear.”
He pulls back completely and I think he is going to flee again, but he doesn’t. He holds me tight and thrusts hard. “You. Are. An. Idiot.” Each word is punctuated by a hard thrust, his hands twisting my swollen nipples.
“Why, what do you mean?”
“I mean,” he says, pulling me up again and holding my hands. “I wouldn’t have made you choose.”
“I am still not sure what you are trying to say,” I say, as he pumps me hard.
“I don’t mind having a baby if it is with the right person,” he says.
“Am I the right person?” I ask.
“I don’t know,” he says. “You could be, but I am not so sure anymore.”
“Oh, come on, Valnoir, just give me a straight answer. Are we a thing or not?”
“I can’t answer that,” he says. I hope he is joking, but the expression on his face is pretty serious. I hold his hand and press it to my stomach. “Inside me is our baby. Not just mine, not just yours, but ours. We made it together. I have been through a lot of shit and I have survived. So, whether you are in or out, I am keeping the baby and it’ll survive.”
“This is exactly why I am not sure,” he says. “Your thinking is warped and you completely twist things. I just need some time.”
“Because of the baby?” I ask.
“No, because of you. Sometimes you are affectionate but then you turn cold suddenly. You ignore me and shut me out, and then you start chasing me. I can’t keep up with that.”
“I only did that because I am in love with you,” I tell him, pressing my lips to his. I push my tongue inside his mouth and he sucks it in. When he lets go, I tell him, “I am afraid of losing you. I thought maybe playing hard to get would keep you interested in me. You are the best thing that has happened to me in my whole life…and I don’t even know where I stand with you or what I mean to you.”
“Why would I chase a girl if I weren’t interested in her?” he says. “I just didn’t know it until you gave me the cold shoulder. I have been afraid to admit that you are the one for me.”
“Oh god,” I say. “Honestly, we are both so stupid. Why didn’t you just say something?”
“Well, now it’s all cleared up,” he says, clutching my sides and speeding up. His body tenses and his cock pulses inside me as he climaxes. I shudder as I orgasm, our juices mixing inside me.
“So, what happens next?”
“Are you going to stay here or leave?”
“Hasn’t Viktor told you?” I ask.
“No, he never bothers with telling me anything.”
“He asked me if I would stay here, and I said yes.”
“Why?”
“Because I can’t stand being away from you. When you weren’t talking to me, staying was the best option to keep myself closer to you. And now that we are talking, I have all the more reason to stay. Wouldn’t you agree?”
He doesn’t answer. He just pulls me in for another passionate kiss, tonguing my mouth and ears, going closer to my neck. Nibbling at my ear lobe, he pauses for a second and then sinks his teeth into me.
It stings but it feels nice knowing it is him. I get a whirling sensation as he sucks my blood, tasting me in the most intimate of ways.
“What…are you doing to me?”
He continues sucking my blood and the high gets overwhelming. I pass out. When I wake up I have a strange feeling. I wonder if he has turned me into a vampire. I feel cold and dead, yet fast and energetic.
“You are up,” he says, when he sees me leaving the room. There is blood on the side of his mouth.
“Have you turned me into a vampire too?”
“No, why would I do that? It will kill our child.”
Relief washes over me as I hear the words ‘our child’ coming from his mouth. This is my new beginning. This is my new chance. This is what I have waited for all my life.