Chapter 5: Eli

I felt conflicted thinking about Emilia. On one hand, I had enjoyed myself with her immensely. Every meeting brought us closer, and every meeting built my lust until I was almost in a frenzy every time I saw her. But I was coming to realize that it was more than that for me. I found her fascinating and was interested in more aspects of her life than just the sex, though that had been phenomenal, better than I’d even expected. I was truly interested in her as a person; it surprised me, made me feel strange, like my heart was opening for the first time in years. Once one had lived a certain amount of time, he knew how to close himself up to the outside world. I had gotten used to living on my own, to being my own man with no emotional attachments. Emilia was different. I had never spent so much time with a human, indulging their curiosities before, and I found I wanted even more from her than she had already given me.

The next time we were together, after we had sated our immediate kinky desire for each other, I thought of something that would help Emilia to understand everything about me that she wanted to know. I had never thought to be so open, and yet I found myself wanting to share everything with her.

“Emilia,” I said. “I’d like to show you something. It’ll tell you all you want to know.”

Emilia raised her eyebrows in a question. “What does that mean?”

“If you take some of my blood, I can press into your mind, send you images of my life,” I said softly. “I want you to know as much as you want.”

She nodded, almost hesitantly. I understood why. The idea of letting someone into her mind was strange and foreign to her. I assured her that it would be fine with a kiss, and she melted into me so that I knew that she trusted me. I pulled my hand to my mouth and bit into the palm so that my skin was pierced and blood was dripping down my wrist. Emilia looked at the redness pouring out of me and squared herself, then put her mouth to the wound and sucked gently for a few seconds. I closed the cuts I had made before closing my eyes and pressing into her mind, opening her up to receive the images I was about to show her.

And then I sent her everything. Being born a vampire, becoming king, all the battles I had fought and witnessed throughout my long life. I felt her shudder when she saw the carnage I had seen in all my years, and regretted having to show her such a thing. But she stayed still, her eyes closed, and received my thoughts calmly. There was a woman I’d loved before, a human one, who had died of a human ailment before I’d had a chance to turn and heal her. The image of her face filled me with sorrow but I pressed on, showing her everything, laying myself bare.

When I was finished, I watched her face as she seemed to come out of a trance. She looked at me with wide, stunned eyes but didn’t speak. I had never been so open with her, no matter how many questions she’d asked me. Now she knew everything there was to tell her. I only hoped that she wouldn’t be done with me, that she hadn’t gotten what she wanted and would simply part ways with me.

Instead of leaving, she looked at me, leaned forward and kissed my lips. I accepted her tongue eagerly, wondering what it was that had made her so hot.

“Thank you,” she said softly. “I never thought—I didn’t expect that. But thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” I said, nodding to her. Then I pulled her against me, unable to help myself. We talked then, about some of the things I had shown her. I told her about the girl, the human one, and she looked sad as I explained how she’d died of the plague before I had even gotten to confess my love. That was one of my most heartbreaking memories, one I wouldn’t be able to forget no matter how many years past. We talked about the wars I’d fought in and the battles I won. I told her about being king and how I generally kept it a secret. When she asked me why, I found I didn’t have a real explanation other than the fact that I liked my privacy.

Then we talked about her. I found that I wanted to know everything. I didn’t ask her to read her thoughts or her memories—that would have been too much. I knew from experience how uncomfortable it could be for a human. So I just listened to her.

“Do you want to know why I’m so interested in vampires?” she asked. I nodded.

“I’ve been wanting to know that since I met you.”

“My father was a surgeon,” she said. “He worked with vampires his whole career. Vampire blood is good for healing.”

I nodded. “I know. And it gives you energy. You must be racing right now.”

“I am,” she admitted, looking me in the eye. Her lips curved up in a wicked smile and I knew that we were building up to another round of hot, absolutely filthy sex. But then she continued with her story, and I listened intently.

“There’s a lot of secrets about human health in relation to vampires and their bodies,” she said. “I guess I’m just interested in learning everything about vampires. I find you fascinating.”

It was a surprising answer, one I wasn’t expecting. Most humans who were fixated with vampires had whimsical, fantastical ideas about them. Emilia was just genuinely curious and wanted to learn. I found it charming and a relief as well. This wasn’t just some passing fancy for her. It was important to who she was and what she wanted out of life.

After that, we couldn’t talk anymore. They had gotten too close to each other physically, having snuggled up against one another while they talked. I felt my desire aching deep in my body when she touched me, so I kissed her deeply to send her the message of what I wanted. She responded with eagerness, the extra energy from my blood giving her a rush of lust and fervent energy. She rode me with abandon, using my cock to pleasure herself while her hips danced against mine. When we were finished, I regrettably told her goodbye for the evening. She shot me one last, pleased look before disappearing out the door, and I couldn’t help but to wonder and crave the next time I’d see her.