Rebirth, Fanfic, NC-17, Spike/Drusilla
Title: Rebirth
Pairing: Spike/Drusilla
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and the ever-cool vampires in the show are not my creation, I just like to poke fun with their lives.
Feedback: Always welcome
Summary: My take on Spike's first night as a vampire.
Rebirth
London, 1880
Golden eyes. Or were they amber?
A man thought of the strangest things while dying, and William was sure he had seen the strange woman’s eyes turn golden right before she bit him. Somehow, he had not been frightened by it in the least. He also found it strange that he knew he was dying, and yet that didn’t frighten him either.
He had seen things in those amber eyes. The woman killing him had shown him such glorious things, and now he couldn’t bear for her to stop what she was doing. ((Alright, so his first reaction had been ‘Ow, ow OW!’, but he was past that now)
Moments of his life drifted idly through William’s mind, even as he was trying to stay grounded. His father’s death came to mind, and how he had always been appalled by violence thereafter. That was why he had always preferred creating things of beauty…
Thoughts of his mother surfaced along with his father, how as a small child he had clutched at her skirts and wept, promising to never stray far again, and to always look after her. He kept the promise always, watching out for her, taking care of her…what would she think if he didn’t come home? What if he left her all alone, like his father had?
Thoughts of his school years came and went, the bullying and humiliation, like at the party he had just fled…thoughts of Cecily and her last words to him… ‘You’re beneath me’.
His thoughts stopped their wandering and were brought right back to an alleyway in London, where he had fled to escape heartbreak and humiliation. His mind was in a daze, and his body barely strong enough to move his limbs. William also realized that he was no longer standing. He had slowly sunk to the ground and was now being cradled in the arms of the mysterious woman who had frightened him with lunacy and thrilled him with promises of glory.
The dark haired woman holding him had just cut a line across her chest, right over the swell of her breast. In his fog-filled mind William found himself worried that she might dirty her pretty dress. But the woman was holding his head up now, cradling his head against hr chest so the blood touched his lips. She was stroking his mop of curls and whispering soft, motherly words to him.
“Now be a brave boy and drink up, then all the world will be yours to drink…”
The coppery taste of blood was strange to him, but he still obeyed. It filled his mouth and trickled down his throat. The last sound he heard was the soft melody of her voice, before everything faded…
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The first thing William smelled when he came to…was dirt. Yep. That was dirt. Sure, William had lived in a part of London where streets were cobblestone and the people far too refined and cultured to go mucking around in the dirt…but one could never really mistake the scent of freshly turned soil.
And what was more…he was surrounded by it, covered in it. It seemed oddly refreshing. It was cool on his skin and only slightly damp on his tweed suite. William tried to take a guess on how much dirt was covering him. How was he going to breathe? But just as that thought hit him, he realized he hadn’t been breathing at all yet.
The dirt wasn’t heavy. It only took sitting up to find air that he no longer needed. His glasses were askew on his face, and he quickly adjusted them to take in his surroundings. William frowned when he found his surroundings blurry. He took off his glasses to clean them, then blinked, his eyes widening in surprise…the night suddenly became perfectly clear. He could see the garden he appeared to be buried in just fine.
Taking in his surroundings, William took note of the brick wall surrounding the garden. He noticed the perfectly green grass broken only by lavender flowers and roses of red and pink. There were only a couple of trees and a fine fountain in the center of the garden. He was buried under a large oak.
William stumbled as he tried to stand. His legs were shaky and unsure. He brushed most of the dirt from his suit and shook it out of his curls. He looked down at his glasses, grinning and thrilled as he broke them in his hand. He let the small wire frame and the glass fall from his hand before looking up at the night sky, barely able to see the stars, but able to see the bright full moon just fine. It cast a beautiful glow on everything in sight, and William marveled at being able to see and hear everything, far more than he ever could before.
“My pet likes his new world…” a sweet voice behind him whispered.
Grinning broadly, William whirled around to come face to face with the dark beauty he had met in the alley. She was grinning at him with anticipation, doing a small dance under the moonlight as she sauntered towards him.
The night before William would have described her as too bold with more than a hint of lunacy. But now he detected much more…she had a child’s playfulness and a knowledge and insight that surpassed any other woman William had ever met. He studied her, no longer looking at her through a haze of tears and heartbreak…now his heart and mind were clear. This mysterious beauty with dark curly hair, pale skin, haunting eyes and her elegant figure in black lace had done something to him that he couldn’t describe.
“And you…” William stepped closer with no more hesitance. “You gave me this new world…didn’t you?”
Her smile was breathtaking and ultimately wicked. “Do you like it?” She asked coyly, moving closer so that their bodies were inches apart. She raised her hand and traced her long fingernails gently across the hollow of William’s cheek. “There’s so much more to show you.”
William was lost. He knew it the moment he felt her touch. He was lost in the depths of beautiful blue eyes, wide and wild. He stepped closer to her, wanting to close the gap between their bodies. “Who are you?”
“Drusilla”, she spoke simply, as if the answer should be obvious.
“Drusilla…”, William whispered, his voice deep and low with undisguised awe. He took her hand from his cheek, then brought it to his lips, gently kissing the back. “I am William.”
Smiling mischeviously, Drusilla pulled her hand slowly from his grasp before making her way slowly towards the 7 foot stone wall that surrounded the garden. “Our first treats will arrive soon for the party. We must be prepared.”
He wasn’t sure what he meant, but he followed her anyway. Then he stared in amazement as the frail looking woman leapt clear over the 7 foot wall, barely ruffling her dress. He could hear her voice calling from the other side, so he was sure he was meant to follow…he just didn’t know how.
Stepping up to the wall, he placed his hand on it, trying to find a possible purchase. He found none. He sighed, not wanting to look like such a fool in front of a lady…he jumped up, grabbing hold of the edge of the wall, then, to his surprise, effortlessly pulling himself up. He crouched there for a moment, taking in the sight of the quiet courtyard and the carriage pulling up to the house the garden belonged to.
Looking down, he found his lady fair approaching the carriage. William immediately thought how terribly embarrassing it would be to be caught…’yes, pardon our trespassing, I was buried in your garden’.
He leapt down, crouching on the ground and in the shadows for a moment before following after Drusilla. She seemed to hold no fear of embarrassment…did she know these people, perhaps?
Soon the family approaching the house were stepping out of the coach…a man, his wife, nearly grown son and young daughter. As soon as he and Drusilla got close enough to catch their scents, William felt the structure of his face shift. A deep hunger overtook him and a growl emerged from his throat. His mind became a red haze. All he could think about was hunger as the sounds of four hearts beating, the sounds echoing through his entire system.
Without further thought, he lunged and broke into a run. He circled around the coach, a loud growl sounding, causing the horses to rear up in alarm. The woman was the first to flee towards the house, and he snatched her up. He wrapped his arms tightly around her tiny frame, pulling her close against his body. He did not see the woman, only the need to feed from her. He sank his fangs into her throat, barely hearing her half choked scream and not even phased by her flailing.
The entire world seemed to fade away at the taste of her blood. He had never known such outrageous hunger, nor such satisfaction for it. He drank his fill as quickly as he could, and the world didn’t return until it was brought back suddenly by a sharp blow to the back of his head. He dropped the woman immediately and turned, once again being struck by the metal of a shovel wielded by the woman’s husband.
William stumbled back, clutching his head. It was the first time in his life that he had ever been struck in such a manner. In fact, it was the first night he had ever been in the midst of such violence. He pulled his hand away from his head, looking down at the blood on his fingers. He tilted his head and regarded the man preparing himself to take another swing.
“Monster!” He shouted. “Vile beast! Stay away from my wife!”
The pain racing through William’s head felt like an experiment. He took a step back, but not out of fear. He waited for the enraged husband to take another swing…then easily leaned back and ducked under, avoiding the blow before grabbing hold of the shovel and ripping it from his grip, dislocating one of the man’s shoulders. Without pause to hear the scream that followed he slammed the shovel against his head, cracking his skull and knocking him out.
“That was…barbaric.” William whispered to himself. He then turned to look for more victims. “I like it.”
A gunshot rang out, striking the stone right near William’s foot. He turned quickly to find the source. It was the young man, the son. He had run into the house and retrieved a weapon, and was holding it in a shaking hand, standing just a few feet outside the doorway. But before he could lunge and take the boy for himself, Drusilla had approached from behind him, grabbing hold of the boy’s head and snapping his neck like a snack. William could only smile in admiration as he watched her face shift, her fangs extend and amber eyes show as she began to feed.
Now there was only one more…the little girl was clutching her doll, crying hysterically as she hid in the coach. He grinned as he saw her, listening to her heartbeat and wondering if her blood tasted any different from her mother’s…
But it was Drusilla that approached the coach first. Her every step was a gentle sway, and her expression was much like a curious child. William stepped aside without arguing. If she wanted the child…if she wanted a thousand, William would not be in her way. He grinned a bit as he watched, noticing the hypnotizing look in her eye…he recognized that. He loved that.
She cooed to the child, her words so soft that he could not hear. The confused child moved forward in the carriage hesitantly and Drusilla wrapped her arms around her, pulling her close and into her arms. William watched in fascination as she sang to the child, ‘Mary Mary, quite contrary…’dancing in slow circles and holding the frightened girl close before sinking her fangs into the fragile throat.
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William did not understand what had happened to him…but he decided very firmly that at the moment, he didn’t need to. At the moment he was back in the garden he had risen from among the scent of lavender and roses, watching a woman who had enchanted and completely change him playing with a doll she had taken from her meal. He could not help but smile as he watched her whisper a secret to the doll’s ear.
“What does she say, pet?” William asked curiously.
Drusilla seemed surprised but pleased by his question and grinned all the happier. “She says I’ll get to take more purity tonight…” Her gaze traveled over William’s body.
He wasn’t entirely sure why, but William was sure he should have been blushing.
“Oh…and who’s purity will you be taking?”
Grinning like she held a conspiracy, Drusilla placed the doll down against one of the trees, making her face them as if to watch them. She crawled slowly across the grass towards William, who had been lounging back against the fountain. He became a bit nervous, but made no attempt to get out of the way.
Drusilla raised her skirts, then slowly slid onto his lap. William found himself breathing even when he didn’t need to. A woman had never been so casual yet provocative with him…Drusilla was moving her fingers through his hair, then down his face and across his cheeks.
“Never been touched before?” Drusilla whispered in a soft voice, leaning close to him. William sat up more, trying to hide the embarrassing bulge growing in his pants, but every time he moved it just brushed against her thigh. Drusilla only encouraged it, wiggling herself against his body as she licked at his ear. When she heard William gasp she took his hands, then led them to her body and placed one on each side of her hip. “Never touched what you wanted?”
Swallowing hard, William shook his head. He wasn’t sure he could speak with any dignity. He was sure he would burst when she said her next words…
“Touch me how you want.”
His blue eyes met hers and he was sure he meant what he thought she meant…his hands moved hesitantly at first, one moving up from her side. He touched her face first, his fingers gently stroking her cheek and brushing some of her dark hair out of her face, moving it behind her ear. He studied every feature. His fingers traced through her hair next, marveling at the silky softness of her. She sighed softly with a pleased look on her face, encouraging him without words.
Stroking her lips with his thumb gently, he leaned forward to take further action, but hesitated. Seeing his hesitation, Drusilla brushed his hand away and grabbed him by the collar of his tweet suit and pulled him closer, pressing her cool lips to his. William’s eyes widened in surprised, but then slowly closed as he was lost in the kiss. His hand moved to her hair again and tightened, but he let her lead the kiss. Soon her tongue was probing his lips, demanding entrance. He parted them before being shocked again by the presence of her tongue against his.
The kiss softened to exploration. They moved their tongues together gently, stroking and teasing. Drusilla’s hands began to wandering down his body, throwing his coat open before slowly unbuttoning the shirt underneath. Her hand moved slowly over the bare flesh of his chest and he groaned into the kiss.
Drusilla pulled away. “Touch me more, my sweet.”
Nodding, William gathered what composure he could and let his hands move down to her shoulders. He had never been allowed to freely touch a woman in such a way…his trembling hands moved slowly down her arms. One hand then moved to her waist, then slowly around to her side, down to her hips again and around the back to feel her backside through the skirts. He watched as Drusilla arched her back and pressed her small rump firmly against his hand.
Drusilla was leaning forward again, her lips moving to his long slender neck. He closed his eyes, tilting his head to the side to give her better access. Her lips moved slowly down his throat while his hands wandered up her back. Suddenly her tongue swiped at his flesh, then moved down right across the bite marks she had left the night before and William felt a shiver travel all throughout his body.
Growling bolder, William let his hands move to what they really wanted to feel…one cupped one of her breasts through her black dress while the other pulled up one side of her skirt. The palm of the second hand then moved slowly up one of her legs and towards her hip. William pushed her gently back, then looked at the mark on her chest…it was barely a scar now, where she had cut herself open to feed him…he moved his head down to it, slowly tracing the tip of his tongue over it and listening to her sigh and squeal in pleasure.
He was rock hard now. His embarrassment was over, and now he just ached. He wasn’t even entirely sure what he ached for.
Knowing of his discomfort, Drusilla let her hand wander down across his belly to his pants. She undid them, then to William’s shock, she slowly slipped her hand inside.
It was the first time a woman’s hand had ever been on his member, and it was throbbing for her. Drusilla was pleased by its generous size. She forced his pants down just enough to free him, wrapping her fingers around his length and slowly stroking him.
William threw his head back and groaned at her touch. The back of his head hit the fountain behind him, but he didn’t even notice pain beyond the pleasure she was giving. His hands began to fumble with the ties of her dress, moving behind her and yanking at them almost desperately, loosing the top of the dress before pulling it down from her shoulders. He bent forward again, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her roughly against his body as her breasts were exposed to him. He pressed his face between them, licking and sucking at soft skin with an urgency he didn’t know the root of.
“Show me…” William begged. “Show me how.”
Drusilla brushed her fingertips against the head of his cock, then squeezed it. His hips jerked up and he held her desperately. “My sweet is impatient…” She smiled before releasing him and slowly standing from his lap.
Eyes wide with alarm, William watched her every movement, suddenly terrified that he had done something wrong. “Dru…”
She placed a finger at his lips to silence him before stepping away. She began to loosen her dress further, then slowly slid the large garment off. She let it crumple to the grass as she stood in a fine white under gown. But soon that also fell to the floor after slipping it off.
William stared with mouth wide open as he took in the goddess before him. He had only ever seen women nude in paintings, never right before his eyes…
Her skin seemed to glow under the light of the moon. William was sure it was a goddess he saw when she walked across the garden of lavender and roses, looking over her shoulder to beckon him. He stood on shaking legs, his erection now painful. As he approached her, Drusilla lay on the grass on her back, slowly spreading her legs and giving him a full view, beckoning him closer still.
William fell to his knees between her legs, taking in her beauty. His hands moved to her thighs, slowly stroking them before moving up to womanhood. A new smell came to him, musky and sweet, something all female. He noticed the moister on the dark hair and slowly traced a fingertip over her slit.
He could have sworn he had heard a purr of pleasure. But Drusilla gave him no more time for exploration. She reached out and grabbed his shoulders firmly, pulling him down over her body so that he lay on top of her. The head of his cock was poised at her moist pussy. He looked into her eyes almost nervously, then gasped and swallowed when he felt her hand wrapped around his member, slowly but forcefully guiding him inside of her.
It was like nothing he had ever felt before. Her tight, wet passage surrounded his cock and squeezed hard on it. He groaned loudly as he slid into her body, then something else took over.
Instinct and the demon inside spurned him on. He shifted into his demon face, a loud growl emerging from his chest. He grabbed hold of Drusilla’s hand, then slowly pulled out of her before slamming himself right back in, burying his member completely into her tight cunt.
Drusilla’s back arched and she gasped out in delighted surprise. William held her pinned to the ground, his head moving down to her shoulder and his fangs digging into it to hold her down as he began to pump into her hard and fast, taking her like an animal driven wild.
Beneath him, Drusilla was holding onto him tightly. She had wrapped her legs around him and was digging her sharp fingernails into his back, her head thrown back and moaning low in pleasure and pain. Her hips were being slammed repeatedly into the ground as the male above her pounded into her soft body.
He grunted with pleasure each time he forced his cock into her soft body, her moans of pleasure driving him on further as they grew louder and louder. Her nails were raking down his back, then one hand went to the ground, clawing into it instead of him. Her hips were moving up to meet his thrusts. William’s fangs were breaking the skin of her shoulder now as he held her down like a dominant male, and Drusilla gladly submitted, spreading her legs wider for them as they both took their pleasure.
William’s fingers were digging into the ground on either side of Drusilla. He felt her body jerk and felt the spasms of her pussy around his cock, then a flood of wetness over his member. He pulled his fangs from her shoulder, then roared out loud as he thrust hard into her, burying his cock into her soft yielding body before reaching his own peek and flooding her tight passage with his seed.
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His body was still trembling, draped over hers. She was stroking his hair and tracing her fingertips slowly down his neck. William’s face slowly shifted to its human features. Sense also seemed to return to him and he brought his weight to his elbows, looking down at Drusilla with a mix of wonder and worry.
“Did I hurt you?”
Drusilla smiled and kissed him softly, then slowly moved a hand between their bodies, where they were joined. When she raised her hand again there was a small bit of blood on her fingertip. In his aggression he had ended up tearing her. William’s eyes were wide with shock, but he noticed that Drusilla did not seem displeased at all. She brought the blood on her fingertip to his lips and waited until he had licked it off.
“Pain makes it all the sweeter.”
Pairing: Spike/Drusilla
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and the ever-cool vampires in the show are not my creation, I just like to poke fun with their lives.
Feedback: Always welcome
Summary: My take on Spike's first night as a vampire.
Rebirth
London, 1880
Golden eyes. Or were they amber?
A man thought of the strangest things while dying, and William was sure he had seen the strange woman’s eyes turn golden right before she bit him. Somehow, he had not been frightened by it in the least. He also found it strange that he knew he was dying, and yet that didn’t frighten him either.
He had seen things in those amber eyes. The woman killing him had shown him such glorious things, and now he couldn’t bear for her to stop what she was doing. ((Alright, so his first reaction had been ‘Ow, ow OW!’, but he was past that now)
Moments of his life drifted idly through William’s mind, even as he was trying to stay grounded. His father’s death came to mind, and how he had always been appalled by violence thereafter. That was why he had always preferred creating things of beauty…
Thoughts of his mother surfaced along with his father, how as a small child he had clutched at her skirts and wept, promising to never stray far again, and to always look after her. He kept the promise always, watching out for her, taking care of her…what would she think if he didn’t come home? What if he left her all alone, like his father had?
Thoughts of his school years came and went, the bullying and humiliation, like at the party he had just fled…thoughts of Cecily and her last words to him… ‘You’re beneath me’.
His thoughts stopped their wandering and were brought right back to an alleyway in London, where he had fled to escape heartbreak and humiliation. His mind was in a daze, and his body barely strong enough to move his limbs. William also realized that he was no longer standing. He had slowly sunk to the ground and was now being cradled in the arms of the mysterious woman who had frightened him with lunacy and thrilled him with promises of glory.
The dark haired woman holding him had just cut a line across her chest, right over the swell of her breast. In his fog-filled mind William found himself worried that she might dirty her pretty dress. But the woman was holding his head up now, cradling his head against hr chest so the blood touched his lips. She was stroking his mop of curls and whispering soft, motherly words to him.
“Now be a brave boy and drink up, then all the world will be yours to drink…”
The coppery taste of blood was strange to him, but he still obeyed. It filled his mouth and trickled down his throat. The last sound he heard was the soft melody of her voice, before everything faded…
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The first thing William smelled when he came to…was dirt. Yep. That was dirt. Sure, William had lived in a part of London where streets were cobblestone and the people far too refined and cultured to go mucking around in the dirt…but one could never really mistake the scent of freshly turned soil.
And what was more…he was surrounded by it, covered in it. It seemed oddly refreshing. It was cool on his skin and only slightly damp on his tweed suite. William tried to take a guess on how much dirt was covering him. How was he going to breathe? But just as that thought hit him, he realized he hadn’t been breathing at all yet.
The dirt wasn’t heavy. It only took sitting up to find air that he no longer needed. His glasses were askew on his face, and he quickly adjusted them to take in his surroundings. William frowned when he found his surroundings blurry. He took off his glasses to clean them, then blinked, his eyes widening in surprise…the night suddenly became perfectly clear. He could see the garden he appeared to be buried in just fine.
Taking in his surroundings, William took note of the brick wall surrounding the garden. He noticed the perfectly green grass broken only by lavender flowers and roses of red and pink. There were only a couple of trees and a fine fountain in the center of the garden. He was buried under a large oak.
William stumbled as he tried to stand. His legs were shaky and unsure. He brushed most of the dirt from his suit and shook it out of his curls. He looked down at his glasses, grinning and thrilled as he broke them in his hand. He let the small wire frame and the glass fall from his hand before looking up at the night sky, barely able to see the stars, but able to see the bright full moon just fine. It cast a beautiful glow on everything in sight, and William marveled at being able to see and hear everything, far more than he ever could before.
“My pet likes his new world…” a sweet voice behind him whispered.
Grinning broadly, William whirled around to come face to face with the dark beauty he had met in the alley. She was grinning at him with anticipation, doing a small dance under the moonlight as she sauntered towards him.
The night before William would have described her as too bold with more than a hint of lunacy. But now he detected much more…she had a child’s playfulness and a knowledge and insight that surpassed any other woman William had ever met. He studied her, no longer looking at her through a haze of tears and heartbreak…now his heart and mind were clear. This mysterious beauty with dark curly hair, pale skin, haunting eyes and her elegant figure in black lace had done something to him that he couldn’t describe.
“And you…” William stepped closer with no more hesitance. “You gave me this new world…didn’t you?”
Her smile was breathtaking and ultimately wicked. “Do you like it?” She asked coyly, moving closer so that their bodies were inches apart. She raised her hand and traced her long fingernails gently across the hollow of William’s cheek. “There’s so much more to show you.”
William was lost. He knew it the moment he felt her touch. He was lost in the depths of beautiful blue eyes, wide and wild. He stepped closer to her, wanting to close the gap between their bodies. “Who are you?”
“Drusilla”, she spoke simply, as if the answer should be obvious.
“Drusilla…”, William whispered, his voice deep and low with undisguised awe. He took her hand from his cheek, then brought it to his lips, gently kissing the back. “I am William.”
Smiling mischeviously, Drusilla pulled her hand slowly from his grasp before making her way slowly towards the 7 foot stone wall that surrounded the garden. “Our first treats will arrive soon for the party. We must be prepared.”
He wasn’t sure what he meant, but he followed her anyway. Then he stared in amazement as the frail looking woman leapt clear over the 7 foot wall, barely ruffling her dress. He could hear her voice calling from the other side, so he was sure he was meant to follow…he just didn’t know how.
Stepping up to the wall, he placed his hand on it, trying to find a possible purchase. He found none. He sighed, not wanting to look like such a fool in front of a lady…he jumped up, grabbing hold of the edge of the wall, then, to his surprise, effortlessly pulling himself up. He crouched there for a moment, taking in the sight of the quiet courtyard and the carriage pulling up to the house the garden belonged to.
Looking down, he found his lady fair approaching the carriage. William immediately thought how terribly embarrassing it would be to be caught…’yes, pardon our trespassing, I was buried in your garden’.
He leapt down, crouching on the ground and in the shadows for a moment before following after Drusilla. She seemed to hold no fear of embarrassment…did she know these people, perhaps?
Soon the family approaching the house were stepping out of the coach…a man, his wife, nearly grown son and young daughter. As soon as he and Drusilla got close enough to catch their scents, William felt the structure of his face shift. A deep hunger overtook him and a growl emerged from his throat. His mind became a red haze. All he could think about was hunger as the sounds of four hearts beating, the sounds echoing through his entire system.
Without further thought, he lunged and broke into a run. He circled around the coach, a loud growl sounding, causing the horses to rear up in alarm. The woman was the first to flee towards the house, and he snatched her up. He wrapped his arms tightly around her tiny frame, pulling her close against his body. He did not see the woman, only the need to feed from her. He sank his fangs into her throat, barely hearing her half choked scream and not even phased by her flailing.
The entire world seemed to fade away at the taste of her blood. He had never known such outrageous hunger, nor such satisfaction for it. He drank his fill as quickly as he could, and the world didn’t return until it was brought back suddenly by a sharp blow to the back of his head. He dropped the woman immediately and turned, once again being struck by the metal of a shovel wielded by the woman’s husband.
William stumbled back, clutching his head. It was the first time in his life that he had ever been struck in such a manner. In fact, it was the first night he had ever been in the midst of such violence. He pulled his hand away from his head, looking down at the blood on his fingers. He tilted his head and regarded the man preparing himself to take another swing.
“Monster!” He shouted. “Vile beast! Stay away from my wife!”
The pain racing through William’s head felt like an experiment. He took a step back, but not out of fear. He waited for the enraged husband to take another swing…then easily leaned back and ducked under, avoiding the blow before grabbing hold of the shovel and ripping it from his grip, dislocating one of the man’s shoulders. Without pause to hear the scream that followed he slammed the shovel against his head, cracking his skull and knocking him out.
“That was…barbaric.” William whispered to himself. He then turned to look for more victims. “I like it.”
A gunshot rang out, striking the stone right near William’s foot. He turned quickly to find the source. It was the young man, the son. He had run into the house and retrieved a weapon, and was holding it in a shaking hand, standing just a few feet outside the doorway. But before he could lunge and take the boy for himself, Drusilla had approached from behind him, grabbing hold of the boy’s head and snapping his neck like a snack. William could only smile in admiration as he watched her face shift, her fangs extend and amber eyes show as she began to feed.
Now there was only one more…the little girl was clutching her doll, crying hysterically as she hid in the coach. He grinned as he saw her, listening to her heartbeat and wondering if her blood tasted any different from her mother’s…
But it was Drusilla that approached the coach first. Her every step was a gentle sway, and her expression was much like a curious child. William stepped aside without arguing. If she wanted the child…if she wanted a thousand, William would not be in her way. He grinned a bit as he watched, noticing the hypnotizing look in her eye…he recognized that. He loved that.
She cooed to the child, her words so soft that he could not hear. The confused child moved forward in the carriage hesitantly and Drusilla wrapped her arms around her, pulling her close and into her arms. William watched in fascination as she sang to the child, ‘Mary Mary, quite contrary…’dancing in slow circles and holding the frightened girl close before sinking her fangs into the fragile throat.
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William did not understand what had happened to him…but he decided very firmly that at the moment, he didn’t need to. At the moment he was back in the garden he had risen from among the scent of lavender and roses, watching a woman who had enchanted and completely change him playing with a doll she had taken from her meal. He could not help but smile as he watched her whisper a secret to the doll’s ear.
“What does she say, pet?” William asked curiously.
Drusilla seemed surprised but pleased by his question and grinned all the happier. “She says I’ll get to take more purity tonight…” Her gaze traveled over William’s body.
He wasn’t entirely sure why, but William was sure he should have been blushing.
“Oh…and who’s purity will you be taking?”
Grinning like she held a conspiracy, Drusilla placed the doll down against one of the trees, making her face them as if to watch them. She crawled slowly across the grass towards William, who had been lounging back against the fountain. He became a bit nervous, but made no attempt to get out of the way.
Drusilla raised her skirts, then slowly slid onto his lap. William found himself breathing even when he didn’t need to. A woman had never been so casual yet provocative with him…Drusilla was moving her fingers through his hair, then down his face and across his cheeks.
“Never been touched before?” Drusilla whispered in a soft voice, leaning close to him. William sat up more, trying to hide the embarrassing bulge growing in his pants, but every time he moved it just brushed against her thigh. Drusilla only encouraged it, wiggling herself against his body as she licked at his ear. When she heard William gasp she took his hands, then led them to her body and placed one on each side of her hip. “Never touched what you wanted?”
Swallowing hard, William shook his head. He wasn’t sure he could speak with any dignity. He was sure he would burst when she said her next words…
“Touch me how you want.”
His blue eyes met hers and he was sure he meant what he thought she meant…his hands moved hesitantly at first, one moving up from her side. He touched her face first, his fingers gently stroking her cheek and brushing some of her dark hair out of her face, moving it behind her ear. He studied every feature. His fingers traced through her hair next, marveling at the silky softness of her. She sighed softly with a pleased look on her face, encouraging him without words.
Stroking her lips with his thumb gently, he leaned forward to take further action, but hesitated. Seeing his hesitation, Drusilla brushed his hand away and grabbed him by the collar of his tweet suit and pulled him closer, pressing her cool lips to his. William’s eyes widened in surprised, but then slowly closed as he was lost in the kiss. His hand moved to her hair again and tightened, but he let her lead the kiss. Soon her tongue was probing his lips, demanding entrance. He parted them before being shocked again by the presence of her tongue against his.
The kiss softened to exploration. They moved their tongues together gently, stroking and teasing. Drusilla’s hands began to wandering down his body, throwing his coat open before slowly unbuttoning the shirt underneath. Her hand moved slowly over the bare flesh of his chest and he groaned into the kiss.
Drusilla pulled away. “Touch me more, my sweet.”
Nodding, William gathered what composure he could and let his hands move down to her shoulders. He had never been allowed to freely touch a woman in such a way…his trembling hands moved slowly down her arms. One hand then moved to her waist, then slowly around to her side, down to her hips again and around the back to feel her backside through the skirts. He watched as Drusilla arched her back and pressed her small rump firmly against his hand.
Drusilla was leaning forward again, her lips moving to his long slender neck. He closed his eyes, tilting his head to the side to give her better access. Her lips moved slowly down his throat while his hands wandered up her back. Suddenly her tongue swiped at his flesh, then moved down right across the bite marks she had left the night before and William felt a shiver travel all throughout his body.
Growling bolder, William let his hands move to what they really wanted to feel…one cupped one of her breasts through her black dress while the other pulled up one side of her skirt. The palm of the second hand then moved slowly up one of her legs and towards her hip. William pushed her gently back, then looked at the mark on her chest…it was barely a scar now, where she had cut herself open to feed him…he moved his head down to it, slowly tracing the tip of his tongue over it and listening to her sigh and squeal in pleasure.
He was rock hard now. His embarrassment was over, and now he just ached. He wasn’t even entirely sure what he ached for.
Knowing of his discomfort, Drusilla let her hand wander down across his belly to his pants. She undid them, then to William’s shock, she slowly slipped her hand inside.
It was the first time a woman’s hand had ever been on his member, and it was throbbing for her. Drusilla was pleased by its generous size. She forced his pants down just enough to free him, wrapping her fingers around his length and slowly stroking him.
William threw his head back and groaned at her touch. The back of his head hit the fountain behind him, but he didn’t even notice pain beyond the pleasure she was giving. His hands began to fumble with the ties of her dress, moving behind her and yanking at them almost desperately, loosing the top of the dress before pulling it down from her shoulders. He bent forward again, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her roughly against his body as her breasts were exposed to him. He pressed his face between them, licking and sucking at soft skin with an urgency he didn’t know the root of.
“Show me…” William begged. “Show me how.”
Drusilla brushed her fingertips against the head of his cock, then squeezed it. His hips jerked up and he held her desperately. “My sweet is impatient…” She smiled before releasing him and slowly standing from his lap.
Eyes wide with alarm, William watched her every movement, suddenly terrified that he had done something wrong. “Dru…”
She placed a finger at his lips to silence him before stepping away. She began to loosen her dress further, then slowly slid the large garment off. She let it crumple to the grass as she stood in a fine white under gown. But soon that also fell to the floor after slipping it off.
William stared with mouth wide open as he took in the goddess before him. He had only ever seen women nude in paintings, never right before his eyes…
Her skin seemed to glow under the light of the moon. William was sure it was a goddess he saw when she walked across the garden of lavender and roses, looking over her shoulder to beckon him. He stood on shaking legs, his erection now painful. As he approached her, Drusilla lay on the grass on her back, slowly spreading her legs and giving him a full view, beckoning him closer still.
William fell to his knees between her legs, taking in her beauty. His hands moved to her thighs, slowly stroking them before moving up to womanhood. A new smell came to him, musky and sweet, something all female. He noticed the moister on the dark hair and slowly traced a fingertip over her slit.
He could have sworn he had heard a purr of pleasure. But Drusilla gave him no more time for exploration. She reached out and grabbed his shoulders firmly, pulling him down over her body so that he lay on top of her. The head of his cock was poised at her moist pussy. He looked into her eyes almost nervously, then gasped and swallowed when he felt her hand wrapped around his member, slowly but forcefully guiding him inside of her.
It was like nothing he had ever felt before. Her tight, wet passage surrounded his cock and squeezed hard on it. He groaned loudly as he slid into her body, then something else took over.
Instinct and the demon inside spurned him on. He shifted into his demon face, a loud growl emerging from his chest. He grabbed hold of Drusilla’s hand, then slowly pulled out of her before slamming himself right back in, burying his member completely into her tight cunt.
Drusilla’s back arched and she gasped out in delighted surprise. William held her pinned to the ground, his head moving down to her shoulder and his fangs digging into it to hold her down as he began to pump into her hard and fast, taking her like an animal driven wild.
Beneath him, Drusilla was holding onto him tightly. She had wrapped her legs around him and was digging her sharp fingernails into his back, her head thrown back and moaning low in pleasure and pain. Her hips were being slammed repeatedly into the ground as the male above her pounded into her soft body.
He grunted with pleasure each time he forced his cock into her soft body, her moans of pleasure driving him on further as they grew louder and louder. Her nails were raking down his back, then one hand went to the ground, clawing into it instead of him. Her hips were moving up to meet his thrusts. William’s fangs were breaking the skin of her shoulder now as he held her down like a dominant male, and Drusilla gladly submitted, spreading her legs wider for them as they both took their pleasure.
William’s fingers were digging into the ground on either side of Drusilla. He felt her body jerk and felt the spasms of her pussy around his cock, then a flood of wetness over his member. He pulled his fangs from her shoulder, then roared out loud as he thrust hard into her, burying his cock into her soft yielding body before reaching his own peek and flooding her tight passage with his seed.
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His body was still trembling, draped over hers. She was stroking his hair and tracing her fingertips slowly down his neck. William’s face slowly shifted to its human features. Sense also seemed to return to him and he brought his weight to his elbows, looking down at Drusilla with a mix of wonder and worry.
“Did I hurt you?”
Drusilla smiled and kissed him softly, then slowly moved a hand between their bodies, where they were joined. When she raised her hand again there was a small bit of blood on her fingertip. In his aggression he had ended up tearing her. William’s eyes were wide with shock, but he noticed that Drusilla did not seem displeased at all. She brought the blood on her fingertip to his lips and waited until he had licked it off.
“Pain makes it all the sweeter.”