2. Eric
By the time they touched down at the castle, Claire was nearly frozen solid. Eric scorned himself for being so careless with the girl. When they left, he thought carrying her naked through the air would have been a fun punishment for her, but as soon as he had seen her blue lips he knew that it had been a mistake.
He had been infatuated from the moment he had first seen her, the moment he had first smelled her scent on the subway all those months ago. And to think she had only been a few days away from her Red Moon. He had only been in the city on business for the family, and as luck would have it, he’d happened upon Claire.
As soon as he caught her scent it had dominated his every waking minute. He hadn’t wanted to let the girl out of his sight, but even when he had to, he’d still been able to feel a faint signal of her. When he bonded with her, he’d always have a faint sense of where she was in the world, no matter how far - not that it mattered, Eric didn’t have many intentions of letting her leave his sight from this point onward.
As he filled the tub with hot water and fragrant soap, Claire sat shaking until the steaming water swelled around her, bringing heat back to her bones once more.
“I apologize for that.” Eric said, turning off the bronze tap once the tub was full. The color had returned to Claire’s cheeks now and she was looking a lot happier. “I forget how fragile humans can be. Cold isn’t something that I’ve had to think about for hundreds of years.”
Claire’s eyes widened at his admission. Eric held his breath and waited for the question that he had heard a thousand times before, instead, it didn’t come.
“Your house. This castle…it’s beautiful Eric. You have a nice home.”
Eric opened and closed his mouth several times, somewhat stunned. He hadn’t expected that. Girls always wanted to know how old he was first. It always made him feel like a spectacle. It always reminded that he wasn’t human, he was in fact vampire. The sweet curse that haunted his every waking moment.
“You don’t… you don’t want to know how old I am?”
Claire sank lower into the tub, until the steaming water was at her delicious throat. “I’ve seen enough vampire films to know you’re probably 800 or something.” Claire laughed. “I don’t really care. You look phenomenal, it doesn’t matter how old you are I guess.”
Eric smiled and almost felt warmth within him at her comment.
“You really have got a nice home Eric.” Claire said looking around the marble bathroom.
“Thank you. Castle Belmont has been in our family for many generations. We’ve spent quite a lot of time seeing to it that the space we live in is well looked after.”
He looked around the bathroom himself. Thick slabs of black and white marble, golden sconces, black chandeliers. It was all decidedly Gothic, although modern looking at the same time. There was a deliberate darkness about the Castle. Any light source was usually candled, or if it had to be artificial, then older bulbs were preferable. There was something about the cold incandescent LED bulbs that just didn’t sit right with Eric or the inhabitants of Belmont. The same could be said for most things. The modern world just didn’t seem to agree with undead blood. His oldest sister, Veronica, had been insistent that they all had smart phones when they first came out, but the devices had all fried themselves within a week.
“We?”
“What, you didn’t just think I lived here all by myself did you? My family is in the castle too. Albeit far away. Most of this floor is mine. You can expect privacy.”
They were in a bathroom on the ninth floor which was on the north east corner of the castle, the corner that sat directly on the cliff tops, perched over the mountains below. There was a small diamond crossed window on the north wall of the bathroom, adjacent with the head of the bath. Eric had Ira see to it that all the windows in the castle had been UV coated. The light still wasn’t pleasant for him, but it made walking about in the day tolerable at least.
He turned his attention back on Claire, glazing his eyes over her naked body. Her large breasts bobbed in the water as she lay in the bronze footed tub, savoring the warmth. Claire opened her eyes and saw that Eric was staring at her.
“Sorry.” Eric didn’t know why he was apologizing. Especially to a human. She was his slave and he could do with her as he wished.
There was a small part of him however that sensed there was something different about this girl. It was a rare enough thing to find a breeder - the rare hyper fertile humans that can withstand the force of a vampire in full heat. It was another thing for him to see a woman so beautiful, and another thing completely for her to be nude before him in the bath.
He had grown sick and tired of the endless harem of stick thin girls that had thrown themselves at him in years gone by. His younger brother, Wraith, always insisted that Eric came to the city with him, to collect super models from the clubs. Eric detested the activity. The girls were like beanbags full of antlers. He had longed for flesh for the longest time, for a real girl that he could really hold onto. Staring at Claire’s naked and round form made him harder than steel.
“You don’t have to apologize.” Claire twisted her nipples between her fingers and sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, biting it gently. “I don’t mind if you watch.”
Fuck. Where the hell was this coming from?
Eric felt his dick twitching in his trousers. He sat up, a mischievous smile spreading across his face.
“Am I only allowed to watch?”
“You can… touch if you like.”
Eric heard the breath racing from his nostrils. He wasn’t even using his Intention on the girl, the power that he had to make others do as he wished. This was all her, and hearing the words come from her own lips was making him hornier than anything.
“Well. I suppose it’s only fair that I wash you properly before I mate you.”
Fear flashed over Claire’s face for a moment, but Eric hadn’t seen it, because he had stood to strip himself.
“W-what are you doing?” Claire watched mesmerized as Eric removed his shirt and pants. A moment later he had rolled down his boxer briefs and was climbing into the tub with her naked.
“I’m joining you. What does it look I’m doing?”
Eric lowered himself into the water, barely feeling the heat of it, but enjoying it nonetheless. For the last hundred years, Eric had only known cold. Even the barest fraction of warmth was a pleasure on his skin.
He stretched his legs out under the water spreading them around Claire’s own.
“Give me your hand.”
Claire held out her hand as instructed and Eric grabbed it, pulling her across the tub toward him. He wrapped his hands around her waist, cupped her ass in his palms and pulled her up and onto his thighs, her warm wetness pressed against the bottom of his shaft. She opened her legs, allowing herself to sit against him more clearly. Eric’s cock throbbed with absolute want.
“What are you doing?” Claire sounded afraid. “Are we going - are we going to mate now? Shouldn’t we… wait?”
Eric laughed, lowering his head and sucking one of her pink nipples between his teeth. He nibbled at it gently. Claire dropped her head back, moaning at his touch. He felt her fingers fork through his hair and groaned as she pushed her hips against his.
“No.” Eric pulled away from her nipple and brought his lips to Claire’s own. His cock throbbed insistently, urging to be inside of her. He was relieved that Claire met his kiss with such passion, her entire body melting into his. Eric took a tight grip of her, pulling their bodies together as close as he could while he explored her mouth. He could tell that the young girl wanted nothing more but to sink her pussy down onto his long and rigid shaft, and he wanted nothing more either, but she’d have to wait. “We have to wait.” Eric brought his lips to her throat and planted a hot trail of kisses. He wanted nothing more than to turn her too, but that would have to wait until she was pregnant.
“Why?” She practically moaned the word as she reacted to his pleasurable torment. “Can’t we just - please…”
“You’ve certainly changed your tune.” Eric laughed. “Turn around.”
Claire did as he asked, turning around in the tub so she was sat with her back against his chest. Eric’s cock steeled as he felt the line of her plump ass touch him. He sat up with his legs on either side of her, holding her own legs open with his hands.
“We have to wait, I have to make sure you’re as aroused as possible before I fill you with my seed. That way you will be prepared for mating, and I know your body will be able to take me.”
“But-”
“Shh.” He drew a finger over her lips as he guided his other hand through the water to the space between her legs. There he found her throbbing pussy and slowly rubbed at her bud, putting pressure on it gently.
Claire opened her mouth and nibbled at his finger. “But, I’m so horny now. Please, can’t we just fuck?”
“I have to stay away from your pussy until I know you’re ready.” Eric whispered the words with regret, he wanted nothing more than to be inside of her right now. Claire kept pushing her ass back and rolling her cheeks against the bottom edge of his shaft. The sensation was driving Eric wild.
“But I am ready.” Claire moaned as he pushed two fingers inside of her, pulsing them back and forth gently. His moved his other hand to her soap covered breasts, palming them gently, relishing at how good she felt under his skin.
“You’re not.” He kept the pad of his thumb on her clit while fucking her with his fingers. An almost constant trickle of groans leapt from her mouth with each breath, making it very hard for Eric to resist her. “You might think you are, but you’re not. I’ll know when you are.”
“But how.” Claire spoke in short gasps now. He pushed the pad of his thumb around her clit faster, slipping his fingers in and out of her cunt deeper and deeper. His hand clamped around her breast, and she brought her hand over his, begging him to squeeze harder. He knew she was nearly there, she was coming.
“Don’t worry about that. Just worry about your pleasure for now. I’ll let you know once you’re there.” He craned his head around her, taking her earlobe between his teeth, nibbling at it gently as he fucked her with his hands.
“I - I - I’m there!”
She held him tight as she came, her whole body rocking back and forth in reaction to the orgasm. Water splashed up the sides of the tub, running onto the floor as Claire’s body convulsed with pleasure. Eric kept a firm hold of her, feeling ready to blast himself, as he felt her pussy clenching around his fingers.
Hearing her gasp in pleasure for him was one of the hottest fucking things that he’d ever heard. He knew that he had to get her worked up so she’d be ready for mating, but he didn’t know how much longer he could wait. Ever since he had tasted her sweet juice back at her apartment, he’d wanted to be inside of her. She was just too much. Claire turned around to face him and they kissed passionately, as her orgasm finished spreading through her like delight.
When he was sure she was done, Eric lay back in the tub with her, running his fingers over her body gently until the water went cold and it was time to climb out.
He stood pitching a tent in the towel wrapped around his waist as he watched Claire dry her curvy body off.
“Come. We will go to the bedroom now.” Claire bit her lip at his words and it was all Eric could do to stop himself from ripping her towel off right there. He led Claire out of the bathroom, down the hall and into the bedroom. She looked around the room in wonder as they entered, equally impressed with the decor in here.
“My goodness.” Claire gasped upon seeing the bed, a large round mattress with an exquisitely carved headboard. “Is that where you sleep? That looks amazing.”
“Sleep, among many other things. Coffins were never really my thing.” Eric joked as he dropped his towel. Claire’s eyes lingered on him for a second before looking away. She sat on the bed while Eric dressed himself in fresh clothes; charcoal jeans and a black t-shirt.
“Are you going somewhere?”
“Briefly.” Eric answered. “I have to go feed, but I won’t be long. I promise.”
He saw Claire swallow at his answer. “I’m not going to kill anyone if that’s what you’re thinking. We have a supply. Don’t worry.”
“Oh it wasn’t that.” Claire looked away from him. “I just thought that you might be…”
“…drinking from another woman?”
Claire’s face reddened a little.
“It’s stupid.” She shook her head. “Never mind.”
Eric smiled and walked toward her, he placed a hand under her chin and lifted it so she was looking at him.
“The only flesh I ever long to touch now is yours. I would drink from you if I thought I’d be able to stop myself from mating with you. I won’t be long.”
He turned to walk out the room before turning back to her. “There are clothes for you in the box on the chaise lounge. There’s a hairdryer in the bathroom.”
Claire nodded. “Thank you. …Eric?”
Eric turned back to her.
“Yes?”
“What about anal?”
She twisted towel between her fingers, finally summoning the strength to look up at him.
Eric swallowed at something in his throat.
“W-what?”
“You said you can’t fuck me in my… you know. Pussy.”
Just hearing the word on her lips got him hard again.
“But I thought, what about anal? Would that be different?”
Eric’s eyebrows raised slowly, betraying his surprise.
Who in heaven is this girl? Lord behold me.
Eric took a grip of the doorway to steady himself.
“I-I suppose it could be a possibility.” The thought hadn’t even crossed his mind. But he supposed it might work. He’d have to speak with Ira, he’d have to make sure it wouldn’t ruin the mating ritual. “I won’t be long. I promise.”
“Take your time.” She looked at him with lidded lust, sending another jolt of steel down his cock. “I’ll be here, waiting.”