deathstalker

London, 2020

My name is Therese, and there are two things you should know about me up front:  I am a Witch, a very powerful one; and I am the hunter and nemesis of any who seek to harm or prey on those who are weaker, particularly women and children.

This bloody case was really getting under my skin. Women were dying, and so far I was unable to do a damn thing about it. I didn’t want to, but I decided to check with one of my contacts in Otherworld. Otherworld is a haven for creatures the ‘real’ world doesn’t want to think about or believe in. It’s filled with the dregs of humanity, vampires, werewolves, basically anything or anyone weird as hell and most likely, evil. Most people would freak out if they ever got the idea that the things that haunt their nightmares really do exist.

I spend a lot of time on that side of the wall, since I hunt anyone (thing) that preys on women or children. There is a lot of that going on in an area full of predators, when they aren’t killing each other, they’re looking for prey. This particular contact was one of the big honchos in Otherworld. I have been avoiding him for awhile now, since the last time I saw him, he was making it pretty plain that what he wanted as his new toy was me. His name is Crispin (nice old English name) and he runs the main pub in the area. Everyone in Otherworld has passed through his door at some point and he misses nothing. Guess that is to be expected when you are a thousand or so year old vampire. Anyway, the last time I was down at the pub, he threw some unsubtle hints my way. My policy is not to mix business and pleasure, especially with high-ranking denizens of Otherworld, or so I keep telling myself. The real reason is that I have never been so tempted before and that scares me. When I am around Crispin, I have to constantly remind myself, HELLO, undead guy! He is super intelligent, handsome but quirky, dark hair and smoky grey eyes, sensitive, sensual mouth…mmmm, when he smiles I can feel the quiver down to my toes! And that’s without even looking below his neck. You know it’s bad when you are near someone and all you can think about is what their skin would taste like, and not in a cannibalistic way, if you get my drift. The last time I was around him, all I could think about was how his mouth would feel if I kissed him, what it would feel like to pull that dark head down and stroke his tongue with my teeth, hear him moan as I touched him….gods, what am I thinking? Bad news all around! Anyway, you can see why I needed distance.

When I got to the pub, it was packed as usual. People like to come here because they know that Crispin doesn’t allow any crap to go down in his place. I couldn’t get anywhere near the bar, so I decided to head upstairs to Crispin’s flat. I muttered a spell at the door to get past the lock and his wards and stepped into the cool darkness of the room the door clicking shut behind me. My eyes were just adjusting to the lack of light when I sensed something moving in behind me. Before I could react, an arm was around my neck and I was pulled back against a solid body. Whoever it was, they had supernatural strength…strangely, I wasn’t afraid. A sibilant voice said, “Be still,” and I froze. A hand was moving along my body, pausing at my breasts and then after a light exploration, moving lower. I could feel the tension in the body holding me, and it was pretty obvious it was male. Since I had a good idea who it was, I decided to see how far this little game would go. The problem was not being sure how far I wanted to take it. His other hand made an appearance at my breasts…slipping inside my leather jacket, he went back and forth, stroking my nipples through my thin silk shirt, until they rose up hard against his nimble fingers. While I was distracted with those sensations, the other had undone my jeans and inched its way down to find my sweet spot. As his fingers gently brushed and began stroking me, I moaned and arched my back, pushing back and rubbing against his erection. We moaned together. I tried to turn around, wanting to open myself to that hardness, but he held me immobile, saying huskily “Let me give you pleasure now…there is time for more later...”.  I was in no condition to speak, let alone argue! My blouse was undone and my breasts were free from my bra, his hand, oh gods, his hands. The roughness of his palm on my sensitive nipples, his fingers as he tugged at them, I was on fire. My hips rocked forward as his thumb rubbed me while he fingered me gently. “Harder, I moaned, please”! “Like this?”, he growled, and began to do something that felt so indescribably good, I think I actually blacked out for a second. “Say my name, he growled, tell me what you want”. “Crispin, I gasped, please don’t stop!” His thumb rubbed harder and faster, harder and faster till I thought I would go mad. My body exploded and only the fact that he held me kept me from collapsing on the floor. I don’t know how long it took for me to recover enough to stand on my own two feet. He turned me around and fastened my clothing, returning me to some normalcy. I could see the effort it took him to take a step back after depositing me in a chair, still in a state of arousal. What the hell had just happened to me? What in the Goddess’s name had I done?

“What the hell is your problem, Crispin?, I hissed. He was back to his usual self, the smug, arrogant jerk. I was having a hard time looking at him after what had just happened. The fact is that I felt weak and vulnerable and I tend to override those feelings with anger. So, I went on the offensive. He smiled and spread his hands (gods, his hands) in a gesture of peace. “If you are going to break in to someone’s lair, lover, you might want to make sure it’s unoccupied first.” “I wasn’t breaking in, I retorted, just figured I would wait up here since I didn’t see you below.” Sweetie, he replied, had I known how badly you wanted to be alone with me…he shrugged…I would have been happy to oblige you anytime. He was smiling at me knowingly! The big jerk! “First of all, I spat, I am not your lover, sweetie or whatever-second, I am here for information and that is the only form of obligation I want from you!” In the moment that we stared into each other’s eyes, I thought I saw…hurt? Maybe it was just the erection he obviously still had. The moment passed as he turned away and moved to the bar. After a moment, I followed.

I dragged myself into my flat, barely managing to bolt the door and set my wards. I could feel the dagger slash on my breast burning and damp wetness told me I had bled through my favorite shirt. Damn, how could I been so stupid? I knew better than to walk into a situation like that. Being distracted can get you killed faster than anything else in this line of work. I headed for the bathroom to get cleaned up. In the mirror, I could see that the wound had bled substantially. I carefully pulled the shirt over my head, hissing a bit when it scraped the slash. Looking at it in the mirror, I saw that I had a two inch cut from the top of my breast to right above my nipple, not too deep, but still bleeding sluggishly. The knife had cut right through my bra as well so I carefully unsnapped and slid it off my shoulders (thank the gods for front closures!). I opened the med kit to get supplies, but just as I was about to get to work, I thought I heard a noise. I reached for power to shield, but I was completely drained. Just as I heard the door began to open, I pulled open a drawer and pulled out the old pistol my uncle had given me (What kind?). I swung around finger on trigger, to see Crispin standing in the doorway. “How did you get in here?, I demanded weakly.” “You gave me an invitation a few weeks ago, remember? That allows me to pass through your wards, Crispin replied.” His eyes narrowed and I saw his nostrils flare…”What the hell have you done to yourself, he asked, as he moved toward me. I backed up against the sink, not sure what his reaction to the fresh blood glistening on my breast would be. He was suddenly standing close to me, hands on my shoulders as he looked at the wound. His voice suddenly huskier, he murmured, “I can heal that for you if you wish.” “How, I asked?” “I would need to lick the wound, our saliva has healing properties.” I thought for a moment…I couldn’t afford to be out of commission for too long, especially on this case. “Go ahead, I consent.” He picked me up and set me on the bathroom counter, then bent his head and began licking the blood around the wound, and the wound itself. There was a sensual quality to his licking of my flesh, his drinking of my blood. I lost myself in the feelings generated by his soft lips sucking, his warm, moist tongue against my breast. His body moved closer to mine, his hips between my thighs, letting me feel his arousal. He moaned low in his throat and his mouth lowered to suckle my nipple, then moved to my other nipple to do the same. Of their own volition, my legs wrapped around his hips, pressing his erection against my aching sex. He rubbed against me and I whimpered. Releasing my nipple, he asked “are you sure you want to do this?” In response, I pulled his lips down to mine and kissed him long and hard, stroking his tongue with my teeth and licking his fangs. His hands cupped my breasts as his thumbs rubbed my sensitive nipples. I pulled my lips from his and kissed my way down his neck, sucking and lightly biting his jugular. He growled deep in his throat and began to undo my jeans. I returned the favor and undid his, sliding my hand into the top of his jeans and brushing the head of his cock with my fingers. Then I was stroking the length of him, cool and heavy in my hand. Gods, what was I doing? I wasn’t sure but it felt so good…I didn’t want to stop. He picked me up and carried me to my bedroom, laying me down, slipping my jeans off my hips and tossing them aside. He slid his own jeans down his body slowly, watching my reactions to his display of his beautiful cock. He knelt down and pulled me to the edge of the bed. With a fangy smile, he began to lick his way up my thighs, causing me to writhe and moan. When his mouth closed on my nub, I begged him for more as his tongue caused havoc. “Please, Please, I want to taste you too, I begged. He lay down on his back on the bed as I moved between his legs. I flicked my tongue against the tip of his knob and slowly closed my lips around the head, letting my tongue tease for a bit, then stroking my mouth down the length of him. His back arched, “Therese, he groaned, I want you so much.” I pulled my mouth away, and positioned myself, sliding just part way down his cock. We cried out as he grasped my hips and thrust upwards, impaling me fully as I sheathed him. Our bodies rocked together, finding the rhythm…take me, sweet, take all of me, ah yes…gods, you feel so good. I couldn’t stop, couldn’t slow down as I slid up and down on him. Suddenly, he grabbed me and flipped us, taking over on top and stroking even deeper as we kissed, faster and faster, then suddenly I was on fire, burning, burning, there would be nothing left of me…I exploded into a million pieces as he continued stroking, keeping me on the crest of the most incredible orgasm. I thrust my hips, riding him too, until I felt him go rigid and he came too.