Abyss Of A Vampire’s Embrace

DRACON’S CASTLE    
Sighisoara, Romania    
   
Naynina pulled the BMW around the circular driveway. She rested the engine and withdrew the key. She opened the door and pushed it close. She hurried around the front of the vehicle to the passenger side. She opened the door.    
   
Mordecai opened the door. He flashed over to the vehicle.    
   
“I don’t know what happened.”    
   
Mordecai did not acknowledge Naynina’s presence. He lifted Dracon’s body from out the SUV and hauled his body over his shoulder. His presence moved at the speed of light.    
   
Naynina blinked her eyes.    
   
The door was now closed.    
   
“What the hell,” she muttered under her breath. She was about to close the door. “What is going on here?”    
   
Naynina looked down at her dress.    
   
Blood stains ruined her Vera Wang silk dress.    
   
She will make sure Professor Constantine pays for her dry cleaning service.    
   
Mimi opened the door and walked out. She lifted a cigarette up to her mouth; she grasped it between her lips. She flicked her lighter and then lit the end. She took a slow draw and blew the smoke into the night air.    
   
Naynina looked down at her dress. She pivoted and lifted her silk wrap from off the floor mat. She did not see a single drop of Dracon’s blood decorating the seat.    
   
“He lost a lot of blood, I know he did.”    
   
Naynina wrapped her wrap around her waist and tied it. She pushed the passenger door close.    
   
Naynina made her way up the pathway. She walked up to the front door.    
   
“Good evening Mimi.”    
   
“You think you have Professor Constantine eating out the palm of your hands.”    
   
“If I play my cards right, he will be eating out more than my hands. Goodnight.”    
   
“Bitch.”    
   
“I will make absolutely sure, I tell Lassie to sniff it for all its worth.”    
   
Naynina opened the door and entered Dracon’s residence. She closed the door and looked around. Naynina looked down at her watch and then looked back up. It was very quiet, and no one stirred about. She wondered where Mordecai took Dracon too.”    
   
“Most likely to his bedroom.”    
   
Naynina pulled the hairpins from out her hair. Her hair tumbled down her back, shrouding her shoulders. She climbed the first staircase.    
   
Mordecai assessed the wolf bites to Dracon’s skin, which was already in the process of healing.    
   
“I need to feed.”    
   
“Master, you must get your rest. Would you like to sleep in the comforts of your coffin?”    
   
“No, that concept went out with me centuries ago.”    
   
“I will ask sir to give you more privacy as you heal. Come sunrise you will be a new man.”    
   
“Dammit, I need to feed.”    
   
“Would you like me to go and fetch a young maiden, sir.”    
   
“I do not want any woman, I want...”    
   
“Miss. Polanski.”    
   
“Yes, I need her blood, it’s Fairy’s Blood.”    
   
“That’s impossible sir. Fairy’s Blood, is an old folktale.”    
   
“Her mother carried the gift of sight, and the passage of Fairy Blood runs through her veins. I’ve tasted it, and it propels me one step closer to walk with the day walkers.”    
   
“But you have the ring given by a witch to assure your sight within the realm of the sun.”    
   
“I do not want to rely on a ring for the sight of light. I want it internally, and Naynina is the only woman who could give that to me.”    
   
“Is this the part where you think Miss. Polanski is the reincarnation of your wife?”    
   
“I know she is the reincarnation of my wife.”    
   
“I admit the resemblance is striking, the body language, demeanor, but…however, it is quite impossible.”    
   
“I need to get to Naynina. The Tremere clan is once again trying to steal her from me.”    
   
“Which will never happen.”    
   
Mordecai looked down.    
   
Dracon’s deep wounds were a thing of the past.    
   
“This ambush by the Tremere Clan must be reported to the Authority.”    
   
“No, I will handle this imminent revenge myself. The delirium those bastards will go through for a sip of my blood will send them in a mental tailspin.”    
   
“Indeed master.”    
   
Both men laughed.    
   
There was a knock at the door.    
   
“I will not like anyone near my bedroom door for the remainder of the evening, especially...”    
   
“The auburn haired woman.”    
   
“Yes, especially her.”    
   
“I’m surprised master, you do not use her harlot flesh to feed.”    
   
“I only need one woman to keep me alive, and the only woman’s blood to bring this castle back to its original glory, and the only woman’s blood I care to taste.”    
   
“What a taste I suppose if indeed she does carries the bloodline of a Fairy. Do be advised Fairies are immune to vampires, more like they are equally yolk.”    
   
Dracon smiled.    
   
“I see you get my point.”    
   
Mordecai walked over to the door and opened it.    
   
“Good evening, Miss. Polanski.”    
   
Dracon sat up against his pillows.    
   
“Hi, I was coming to check on Professor Constantine before I retire to bed.”    
   
Mordecai looked over his shoulder at Dracon.    
   
“You may grant Naynina’s presence Mordecai. Thank you, and that will be all for this evening.”    
   
“Yes sir.”    
   
Mordecai opened the door wilder to allow Naynina’s entrance. He walked out the bedroom and pulled the door close.    
   
Naynina rushed over to Dracon’s bed.    
   
“Are you okay, and what happened?”    
   
“I was attacked at gunpoint, and roughed up a little.”    
   
“Is there anything I could do for you?”    
   
“Are you asking me out of necessity or out of kindness?”    
   
“Both.”    
   
“Take off your clothes and join me in my bed. I really need supervision throughout the night.”    
   
“I beg your pardon.”    
   
“You asked, and I politely answered. It may not have been what you wanted to hear. But I thought you would like to know.”    
   
Naynina softy bit down on her bottom lip.    
   
Dracon smiled at Naynina’s facial gesture. Something he knew she always did, when she was thinking, and he usually won the request in the end.    
   
“You would keep your presence on your side of the bed, correct.”    
   
“Not a chance.”    
   
“Keep your hands to yourself.”    
   
“They would be all over you.”    
   
“You have a deal.”    
   
Dracon tossed the covers back.    
   
Naynina looked down.    
   
“Wait…what happened? You were hurt, and now...” Naynina looked Dracon’s body over. “I see no scars, no indication of a rough up.” Naynina backed up to the door.    
   
“Who...who…what are you.”    
   
Dracon’s eyes darken to a flaming red.    
   
Naynina blinked her eyes. She backed up, turned around, and then ran to the door. She opened it.    
   
Dracon pushed the door close.    
   
“Don’t,” he whispered in Naynina’s ear.    
   
The heat of his proximity sent chills up and down her body.    
   
“Turn around.”    
   
Naynina slowly turned around. She looked up into Dracon’s entrancing eyes.    
   
Dracon stood inches of her presence, naked.    
   
“Feel my chest, Naynina.”    
   
Naynina lifted her palm. She looked up into Dracon’s eyes. Her action was hesitant.    
   
“Feel me Naynina.”    
   
Someone knocked on the door.    
   
Naynina dropped her hand.    
   
“I…I have to go, goodnight Professor Constantine, and the duration of my stay, I think we need to concentrate why I am really here, and that is to dig to find a vampire.”    
   
Dracon placed both palms on the sides of Naynina’s face. He caged her presence against the door.    
   
“I am not going away, because you snap your fingers. You will remain in my life. No more running, other than to me.”    
   
Dracon leaned his face in. He kissed Naynina on her lips.    
   
Common sense advised her to inch back.    
   
Naynina opened her mouth as Dracon’s tongue paid homage to the interior of her mouth. She reached down and grabbed his…well damn. His manhood was colossal in size. She could not fully circle her fingers around the solid width.    
   
Dracon inched his face back. He kissed Naynina’s face, her closed eyes, and then the bridge of her nose. He kissed under her chin, her neck. His tongue skated across her cheek.    
   
Naynina’s body shuddered.    
   
Dracon whispered in Naynina’s ear, “I need you Naynina, more ways than you could imagine, but walking away from me is no longer an option.” He sunk the tip of his tongue insider her ear canal. He then kissed over her ear. He withdrew his tongue.    
   
Whoever is at the door flee until sunrise Dracon thought aloud.    
   
Whoever stood at the door, footsteps could be heard walking away from the door.    
   
Naynina palmed Dracon’s chest.    
   
Dracon palmed Naynina’s hips. He pulled her within his embrace. He reached behind her back and held his hand over the zipper. He slowly moved his hand downward. The zipper ran the course. He divided Naynina’s dress and pushed it down; the dress sagged under Naynina’s breasts. Dracon leaned his head down and kissed her breast nipple through her strapless bra.    
   
“Oh,” Naynina moaned.    
   
She kissed Dracon on his forehead. She extended her hand and stoked his now even bigger dick.    
   
Boy it was very big in size, and her being a virgin, she will surely not entertain the thought to please it.    
   
Dracon’s mouth suckled Naynina’s lazy nipple into attention.    
   
Naynina’s palm caressed over the length of Dracon’s dick.    
   
Dracon’s mouth dashed to the other nipple. He lifted Naynina’s feet from off the carpet.    
   
Naynina wrapped her legs around Dracon’s lower back.    
   
Dracon slowly carried Naynina over to the bed. He lifted his mouth from off her breast. He bent his head downward.    
   
Naynina dropped her head.    
   
Both of their lips met.    
   
Dracon kneed the bed. He laid Naynina down on top of the silken red sheets.    
   
Naynina released her arms from around Dracon’s neck.    
   
There was that hot feeling for him to taste her skin again.    
   
Dracon stood and looked over Naynina’s body.    
   
“You are even lovelier than the first time I ever made love to you.”    
   
“If you count making me climax with your tongue.”    
   
Dracon bent over. He removed Naynina’s white stilettos sandals. He aligned them on the carpet. He pulled her dress down.    
   
Naynina lifted her buttocks as Dracon pulled her dress down over her hips and down her legs. He laid her dress at the bottom of the bed.    
   
Dracon leaned over. He waved his hand over Naynina’s bra, it faded away.    
   
The night air carpeted Naynina’s nakedness.    
   
Naynina looked at a café au lait hirsute chest wall. Brawny shoulders supported a tall stature. Her eyes dropped to a flatten abdomen. Her eyes traveled lower.    
   
Oh my goodness. His manhood was twice the size of an average man and pointed with no flexibility.    
   
“Not to worry Naynina. You will have time to tame this hungriness festering inside for your tasty flesh.”    
   
Naynina looked up. She heard the possessiveness in Dracon’s tone; she saw the self-assurance in his eyes.    
   
Dracon kneed the mattress. His body lingered over Naynina’s body.    
   
Naynina palmed the sides of Dracon’s face and slowly drew his face down to hers. She did not understand why she felt needed, wanted, and horney for a man’s flesh she just met.    
   
Dracon leaned his head down and whispered in Naynina’s ear, “Because this isn’t.”    
   
Naynina inched Dracon’s face back and softly encroached his lips to meet hers halfway.    
   
Dracon cupped Naynina’s buttocks and laid on top of her body. He anchored his tongue inside Naynina’s mouth.    
   
Naynina linked her arms around Dracon’s neck.    
   
Dracon kissed Naynina’s lips. He kissed under her chin.    
   
Naynina slightly uplifted her pelvis meeting his groin.    
   
Dracon lifted his hands from under Naynina’s buttocks. He palmed a breast and kissed over the nipple.    
   
“Dracon.”    
   
Dracon teased the nipple between his lips and then covered it again within the interior of his mouth.    
   
Naynina opened her legs wider. She reached her hand down and gently grasped Dracon’s hard dick; she rubbed the helmet over her moist opening. She will stop him at the throne of penetrating her virginal cove.    
   
“Let me make love to you, Naynina. I’ve thought about you for what seems like an eternity.”    
   
“I…I never.”    
   
Naynina downcast her eyes.    
   
“Close your eyes and allow your mind to be free.”    
   
Naynina closed her eyes.    
   
Dracon laid his forehead against Naynina’s forehead. He willed the need to lift Naynina’s body. He flashed them over to the door; the double-doors to the balcony opened for their departure.    
   
“Open your eyes, Naynina.”    
   
Naynina opened her eyes. Her feet dangled in midair.    
   
“Where…how.”    
   
“You will not have any recollection after this night.”    
   
Dracon rushed his lips to Naynina’s lips.    
   
Naynina linked her arms around Dracon’s neck.    
   
Dracon soared their presence higher.    
   
“I love you, Naynina, join me in the afterlife.”    
   
He lifted her over his head. His tongue stood erect. He lowered the orifice of her pussy down on his tongue.    
   
Dracon’s tongue darted inside of Naynina.    
   
Naynina threw her head back, as Dracon hammed her pussy on the spear mountain of his rigid tongue.    
   
“Oh...sweet...Dracon.”    
   
Naynina extended her hands downward; her palms found his shoulder blades.    
   
Dracon sucked and then snaked his tongue in and out of Naynina’s vaginal passage.    
   
“Oh…Dracon…oh…oh shit.”    
   
Naynina wrapped her legs around Dracon’s neck.    
   
Dracon fired his tongue in and out of Naynina’s womanhood lessening her weakness to fight a climax.    
   
“I’m…about…Dracon.”    
   
Naynina threw her head back.    
   
The atmosphere cushioned her head. Her climax drained out of her.    
   
Naynina’s body felt weightless.    
   
Dracon suckled Naynina’s vaginal juices. His tongue climbed farther inside her pussy.    
   
Naynina’s body tumbled backwards. She slipped off Dracon’s neck, her body plummeted.    
   
“Dracon...”    
   
Naynina held her arms out.    
   
Dracon looked down. His body descended, catching Naynina. He held her body to his. He soared them throughout the night. He settled their presence on top of a skyscraper. Dracon laid Naynina’s body on the arch of a building. He climbed between her legs. He kissed her abdomen, his tongue made a journey to her pelvis. His body scooted backwards; settling between her thighs. Dracon licked up and down Naynina’s soaked pussy. He kissed her inner thigh    
   
Dracon turned his face as his eyes darken to a blazing red. He turned and kissed over Naynina’s inner thigh. He inched his face back. His fangs descended; he submerged his fangs into the soft skin of Naynina’s thigh.    
   
“Ahh.”    
   
Dracon inserted a finger inside of Naynina’s pussy; he repeatedly jabbed it inside of her as her drank a mouthful of her life’s elixir. He reached the other hand up and palmed a breast nipple; before he caressed the light-brownish peak. Dracon’s body went through an internal charging transformation. He felt the strength of ten men.  Dracon lifted his fangs from out the previous caves within Naynina’s skin. He kissed over the small two holes and withdrew his finger. He licked over his finger. He crawled over Naynina’s body.    
   
“I will love you in and out of time.”    
   
Dracon leaned his head down and captured Naynina’s lips. He mingled the taste of her blood within their mouths.    
   
“Umm.”    
   
Dracon scratched his inner arm. A pencil thin layer of blood seeped out. He withdrew his mouth from off Naynina’s mouth. He laid his forearm over Naynina’s mouth.    
   
“Taste me.”    
   
Naynina’s mouth covered the thin laceration. She suckled the blood through Dracon’s pores.    
   
Dracon threw his head back.    
   
Oh…his body felt awake and strong combined as one. Arousal at its all-time primitive; crested and prevailed.    
   
Naynina cupped Dracon’s arms and hungrily drained the blood from his arm.    
   
Dracon slowly lifted his arm. He leaned downward and kissed Naynina’s lips.    
   
Naynina woke up. She bolted to a sitting position. She looked around her bedroom suite. She could not remember how she got in here, let alone in bed. She pulled the covers back, she was stark naked as she usually sleeps. She glanced over at the bedside clock.    
   
It was four o’clock in the morning. She was hungry, and fatigue. Her inner thigh tingled. She reached down and felt over her skin. She reached over and turned on the lamp. She pushed the covers down and surveyed her skin. She noticed the two small markings in her skin.    
   
She will make sure she places some insect repellant on her skin. She did not want to contract anything by her being in a foreign country.    
   
Naynina turned off the lamp and laid back down. She pulled the covers back up. She thought of Dracon. Her skin felt on fire; she needed his touch like she needed air to breathe. She reached behind her head, lifted her pillow, and then placed it between her thighs.    
   
   
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