A Twist of A Vampire’s Fate VIII

You’re The Biggest Part of Me
VASILE TABARCA’S RESIDENCE
Sighisoara, Romania

Vasile stood in his bedroom. He slipped into his navy-blue pinstripe suit jacket. He buttoned the three buttons. He looked over at his bedside clock. It was already five o’clock.

Vasile palmed his chin down. He needed to see Naynina; he was already in the throne of missing her presence, or could it be her blood.

There was a knock at the door.

Vasile turned his attention toward the door.

“Come in.”

His older brother Valan, twisted the doorknob, opened the door, and entered Vasile’s bedroom. He pushed the door close.

“What is the progress of you and this woman?”
“Her name is Naynina, and all systems is a go. However, I’m not holding my breath, once Dracon glams her, she’s no longer ups for grabs.”
“We have been given permission for Naynina to unite forces with the Tremere Clan.”
“It’s not that simple as it sounds. Are you aware, of the sorry behind Dracon’s reclusiveness?”
“No enlighten me.”
“According to the history of the Ventrue Clan. Dracon was once betrothal to a woman name Naynina, and if you put two-and-two together. I would say she is the reincarnation of a love lost in time.”

“Vasile, this is not your classroom. No mortal woman can surpass the realm of outliving centuries. She is not one of us.”
“I suppose that taste of her blood was just a fluke.”
“I have not fed on blood for a day or two, and when you fed from hunger, anything would taste like Fairy Blood, hell even a wolf’s blood.”
“I will have Naynina in the end. In her, I see the salvation of our future through her eyes.”
“Woo, slow down youngster. You just met this piece of mortal pussy, tread carefully, we only need her blood.”
“Yes, and I would like to have the rest.”
“Vasile, you are vampire. We outlive our companions, therefore, do not engage your mind, spirit, or your cold body with such. You will become disappointed.”
“You do you bro and let me do me.”
“You got it man, but in the meantime, we need Naynina on our side.”

Valan walked over to the door, opened it, and walked out Vasile’s bedroom. He pulled the door close.

Vasile thought about what his brother stated.

“She has to be a Fairy or have some form of vampirism DNA in her blood. Her blood is highly addictive, with a sweet intoxicating taste.”

Vasile’s body trembled with anticipation to taste Naynina’s lips once again. He walked over to the dresser and lifted his wallet. He reached behind and placed it inside his back pants pocket.
He walked over to the door and exited his bedroom.

DRACON’S CASTLE
Sighisoara, Romania

Naynina looked down at the small compact mirror. She did not want to embarrass herself by making an appearance appearing she is not accustomed to putting on any makeup.

The first thing added on her to do list is getting a mirror placed in her bedroom; she will get one for the bathroom as well.

Naynina placed the tube of lipstick back down on the dresser. She stood back. She had to go with the feeling and assumed she looked good. Naynina lifted her silk white wrap and draped it over her bare shoulder blades. She walked over to the door and opened it. Her presence was met by Dracon.

“I was wondering are you okay, and will you join the rest of the guests.”

Dracon captured Naynina’s light-brown eyes. He wanted to reach out and stroke her skin to see if she would remember a time not so long ago in time, when just looking at each other would set off sparks between the two.

“As a matter of speaking, I was on my way downstairs briefly before my date this evening.”
“You look very nice this evening.”
“Thank you.”

Neither spoke.

“Could you give me a hand? I was going to ask one of the ladies downstairs.”

Naynina turned around.

Dracon looked at Naynina’s golden coated skin. He looked down at the unzipped zipper.
Dracon palmed Naynina’s hips. He looked down at her neck. His mind funneled into the abyss of mental thinking bringing it into light. He drew her body backwards.

Naynina’s buttocks graced Dracon’s groin.

“Oh…I’m sorry.”
“No worries.”

Dracon held his palm over Naynina’s zipper and raised his hand slowly to complete the tedious task. He lifted the silk covering up over her shoulders. The back of his palm rubbed over her neck. He reached in and kissed the nape of her neck. He closed his eyes to refresh latent memories.

Naynina’s body shuddered.
What was this man doing to her?
Naynina slowly turned around.
Dracon stepped back.

“I’m sorry.”
“Memories of this long-lost love I suppose.”
“Not any longer.”

Naynina looked up into Dracon’s eyes.
If she reached up and kissed him wouldn’t that be wrong, by her being his guest.

Dracon bent his head and took advantage of Naynina’s train of thoughts. He palmed her hips and pulled her into his embrace.
The energy of his presence flashed them over to the bed. He lifted his hand behind himself.

The door closed.

Naynina palmed the sides of Dracon’s face. Her tongue rushed inside his mouth.

“Umm,” both moaned.

Dracon took Naynina’s body backwards.
Naynina’s spine landed on the soft covering.
Dracon lifted his lips from off hers.

“Naynina close your eyes and I need you to keep them sealed,” he whispered in her ear.

Naynina without hesitation complied.

Dracon bit into his wrist. He held his wrist over Naynina’s mouth.
A train of blood droplets reached Naynina’s lips.

“What…”

Dracon dropped his face and covered Naynina’s mouth with his lips.
Naynina’s arms went around Dracon’s neck. She tasted his blood. The cellular rage inside her body felt like an inferno. She pulled his body into hers.

Dracon rubbed his palm up and down Naynina’s leg. His sucked her tongue, before he slightly bit into it.

“Hmm,” Naynina whimpered against Dracon’s mouth.

Dracon suckled Naynina’s tongue. Her blood mixing with his gave him an arousal.

Naynina hand dropped down. She palmed an enlarged and hard knot lurking behind Dracon’s zipper.

Dracon’s hand ventured between Naynina’s legs. He disengaged his body from hers. He lifted and quickly got on the bed. He positioned himself on his stomach between her thighs. He waved his hand over her thong, it instantly ripped in half. He bent his hand down and sniffed the essence of her aura.

An addictive scent he has dreamed smelling for centuries.

Naynina lifted her head.

“Wait…I…have never…”
“I could tell; I only want to taste you.”

Dracon mouthed the opening to Naynina’s womanhood. He nourished off her vaginal juices. He silvered his tongue deep inside of her.

“Oh...”

Naynina palmed Dracon’s dreads.
She moved her pelvis as the length of his tongue kissed the center of her pussy.

“O…this feels so good.”

Her body sunk into the weakening feeling.
She wasn’t about to climax, was she?

Dracon repeatedly banged his tongue in and out Naynina’s vaginal orifice.

“I’m…I’m about to….”

Dracon cupped Naynina’s buttocks. His tongue hammered inside her deeper.

Naynina’s head came off the bed. She clasped her inner thighs against the side of Dracon’s cheeks. She laid back against the bed. Her pent-up release shattered her equilibrium. A rushing of a tumultuous climax swished around Dracon’s tongue.

“Oh…sh…shit.”

Naynina cuddled her breasts. Her body shuddered uncontrollably.
The stupor feeling left her spineless.

Dracon withdrew his lengthened tongue. He reduced to its original stance. He kissed around Naynina’s pelvis. His tongue made a path through her downy hairs. Dracon’s fangs descended. Her kissed Naynina’s inner thigh. He mouthed her thigh and suckled it. He inched his head back and then buried his fangs into her inner thigh. He reached up and palmed her breasts. His fingers gentry massaged her nipples through her silk garment.

“Aw…Dra…Dracon.”

Naynina clenched the bed covering. She twisted her body to the spiraling sensational feeling coursing through her body.
Pain and pleasure collided into one.

Dracon intently suckled Naynina’s blood. He was getting dizzy; his body felt an electric immortal connection. He withdrew his fangs. He kissed over the small puncture craters to Naynina’s inner thigh.
Dracon lifted. He positioned his body over Naynina’s body. He looked down into her light-brown eyes, at the moment, they were glassy and hazed over. He watched her quivering bodily reactions as his blood coursed through her body.

Naynina’s body wanted more. She opened her legs. His hand went down to Dracon’s zipper.

“Please me. I want to feel you inside of me; I hunger for your touch.”
Her voice was so soft and serene he thought to himself.

Dracon palmed the top of Naynina’s hand.

“The night for us to blend our immortal souls will be special. Don’t worry, with my blood coursing through your veins; it advises me you will not be going anywhere?”

Dracon leaned down and kissed Naynina tenderly on the lips. He lifted up and captured her eyes. He stroked her cheek.

“I will be the only man you hunger for; and the only man who feeds you.”
“Yes…yes.”

Her body was on fire, she never felt more alive than at this moment she thought.

Dracon rose from the bed and lifted her ripped thong from off the bed covering. He moved to the door, opened it, and then he was gone.

The door closed behind his presence.

Naynina slowly sat up. She looked around and then looked down. How did she get here? She remembered she was at the door speaking to Professor Constantine. She tasted metallic in her mouth; a taste she was famine to taste once again.
Naynina licked her lips. She stood, she flopped back down on the bed.

“Dammit.”

She held onto the nightstand and slowly got up. She lifted her wrap from off the bed and walked into the bathroom.

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