Moonlit Surrender

From a dreamless, peaceful sleep, Lucy woke to the pitch black of John's coffin, still wrapped tightly in his arms cradling her to him. She sucked in a heavy breath and felt her limbs slowly unfurling to stretch as much as the tight space allowed. "I'll open the lid if you're ready," John's voice came suddenly next to her.

"I didn't know you were already awake," she said and laughed after a startled jump.

"Dusk fell some time ago. You had a rough night and needed your rest."

"I can't believe I slept the entire day. Even with late shifts at work and night classes, I've never been able to sleep an entire day." "Perhaps you've also never had so much happen in one night either," he answered.

She sighed heavily as she replayed the previous night's events, going over every moment that had passed, and despite the fact she was waking with one less fiancé than she had the previous day, all she seemed able to focus on was John's special kiss he had finally given her and that intimate moment they had shared.

She heard the creak of the lid and felt him step out of the open casket. He moved about the room, his footsteps landing around her, then she heard the sound of the false panel opening and he was back in the doorway, aglow with moonlight spilling in from the opened windows behind him. His silhouette returned to the side of the coffin to help her to her feet and lead her out of his secret sanctuary. She saw the heavy drapes pulled open and saw the town slowly winding down for the evening. The streets that were bustling during the day with traffic and pedestrians were quieting as shops closed and the lamp posts slowly flickered to life. The passing glow of headlights grew less frequent until the only thing left moving in the night would be creatures out of tales and legends going about their supernatural business.

Lucy felt a heavy arm wrap about her shoulders and rest on her chest as she was pulled back against one of those very legends. She felt John's fingers tickle through her hair as he swept it aside to trail soft kisses along the curve of her ear and then felt his other arm settle around her waist. Her hands reflexively rested on his forearm under her chin and she melted back into his affection. Slowly, his arms unwound themselves from her so his fingers could begin peeling away the layers of her clothing.

"But the window," she whispered hesitantly.

He did not entertain her reluctance, continuing his undressing of her until she was naked in his arms. His kisses returned, sucking and nibbling down her neck and bare shoulder while he filled his hands with her curves. His sighs landed heavily on her skin as he squeezed and groped his way up to her breasts and carefully stroked and pinched her nipples to blushing life until she was moaning and squirming against him.

She heard the sound of his belt unbuckling and felt him shimmy out of his pants and then pull her firmly back into his stiff erection pressing through his boxers as he continued his teasing of her sensitive breasts. His embrace tightened and his hands wandered down her soft tummy and over her round hips until they came together over her smooth mound and then dove down on either side of her lips, pinching them tightly together.

Lucy sucked in a sharp breath beneath the unique pressure and felt her clit pulse to life. Slowly, he rubbed his hands back and forth, intensifying the pressure until, without warning, he kicked her legs apart and spread her lips wide open. She fell forward against the cold glass and felt him expose her to whatever hidden eyes may have spied them from below. She moaned loudly and then, to her disappointment, felt his hands fall away.

His touch returned as his fist in her hair and then his fingers plunging into her weeping opening from behind. He tugged her back roughly so she stood upright, her legs still widely spread, as he slid his middle and ring finger slowly in and out of her. She thought he meant to pull her close to him once more, but instead he pushed her naked body forward against the cold window so her entire front side was pressed into the glass. The fist he had in her hair turned her head to the side so that her cheek too was pressed forward.

Completely bare and open, the icy glass pressing firmly against her sensitive nipples and sending a shock through her where her tummy touched, she watched the town below, wondering if any of the sparse passersby might happen to glance up to catch the shocking sight of her imprisoned between the window and John's wicked hands. Did someone sit peering up at them from beneath the flickering neon sign of the local pub? Could the driver of the occasional car catch the flash of their lights illuminating the framed image of her body shuddering and her hot breath fogging the glass around her? Where she had once felt embarrassment at having been caught by the custodian the night before, now she felt almost smug. They were ants scattering below the two of them, tending to their mindless tasks, empty, exhausted, missing out on the dark pleasures only John could give. If the two of them were watched, it was surely envy that filled their audience. "Are you close, princess?" John's ragged voice snapped her from her thoughts.

"Yes, sir," she groaned.

"Good," he answered as he cruelly pulled away, leaving her to catch herself on her wobbly knees.

She whined in disappointment and turned around to find his mischievous smirk and wicked gray eyes watching her.

She remembered the first night that devilish grin had awoken something in her and how she had longed to be right here beneath it, vulnerable and at his mercy. Never could she have imagined how truly delicious it was to have that dream a reality now.

"On your hands and knees in front of the bed," he commanded. "Yes, sir."

"Wait for me." He left her there, perched naked on the worn floorboards as he disappeared in the direction of the kitchen, the apartment still unlit and cloaked in enough shadow to hide his intentions.

She waited patiently, excitement in her chest for whatever was to come, but a hot ache settled between her thighs, an agonizing desire to feel any part of him inside her again.

He returned with a polished silver tray, a single wine glass and bottle on it. He entered the room and carefully set the tray down in front of her before crossing to his worn leather chair in the corner of the room and settled into it. "Bring me my meal first, and I shall see to it you have yours. On your hands and knees, using only your mouth, fill the glass and bring it to me. Any mess will earn you a punishment."

"Yes, sir," she replied and smiled coquettishly.

He leaned back in his chair, knees spread and hands resting on his thighs as he waited in his boxers and half-unbuttoned dress shirt.

Lucy looked back down at her task, her flirtatious confidence melting away as she realized this would be harder than it sounded. The only thing playing in her favor was the decorative netting around the unmarked bottle of what she could only assume was blood. Carefully, she bent her teeth down to grab it, but misjudged the weight distribution and spilled a large puddle across the tray and onto the floor with an audible curse. The sweet smell of wine filled her nose and she was grateful it wasn't the real thing she was wasting. Blood was far more valuable to him than wine.

Her eyes lifted to the creak of leather as John rose to his full towering height and loomed over her. He tossed a hand towel down to her. "Clean it up. Same rules: no hands."

"Yes, sir." She bent her head down low to push the towel across the floor with her nose and noticed him kneel down beside her.

A squeak of shock flew out of her as she felt his hand land hard on her ass raised high in the air behind her, the loud spank echoing through the room. She steadied herself on her palms pressed firmly to the floor and tried to regain her composure as she soaked up the last of the spill on the floor, but not before another loud smack landed on the other cheek. She gasped with a loud, reflexive moan and felt the sting in her flesh stoking her desire. She moved the towel to the tray and carefully sopped up the puddle of wine on it as he brought down two more hard spanks before she was finished. Once the game was reset, he returned to his seat.

She attempted to steady her ragged breathing and focus, but she could still feel the outline of his hand hot on her skin and her toes curling in a dark desire for more.

"Do you like spankings, dear?" His dark voice filled the room once more, a hint of wicked delight in his tone.

She felt her body tingle with want at his raspy words floating over to her and answered breathlessly, "Yes, sir."

He did not respond, instead lapsing back into silence as he intently watched her carefully line up her new approach at the netting.

This time she grabbed too high and was unable to tilt the bottle enough for anything to come out. Perhaps if she hadn't spilled so much on her first try it could've worked, but she was forced to make yet another adjustment and try again. To her surprise, this final attempt worked and she held the bottle precariously between her teeth as she slowly poured its contents into the delicate crystal glass.

She could feel her heart pounding as she tilted her head back to the side to set the bottle back down on the tray. She breathed a heavy sigh of relief at having completed half of the task and took a moment to settle her nerves before turning her attention to the wine glass.

I think I could grab it by the stem, but then I'd have to keep my head cocked the whole way to him. Or just grab the lip of it. Is this even possible to do? Did he give me a task he knew couldn't be done?

She sat back on her heels for a moment as she peered across the dark room to the imposing silhouette of the man in the leather chair watching her every move, attempting to size up his intentions, but he was inscrutable. He sat silent, patiently watching her, giving no hints or pointers.

Lucy looked back at the glass, then carefully bent down and tightly wrapped her lips around its rim and gave it a little test, lifting it off the tray just an inch or so to see if her mouth was strong enough. To her surprise, it held. With one last shaky exhale, she began to crawl her way across the bedroom floorboards. She was about halfway to him when she began to feel the moisture from her own mouth betraying her, her breath causing a thin layer of condensation and her saliva beginning to coat her lips. With each step of her hands and knees, she could feel the glass slipping. She set it down in an attempt to regain her grip, but it only made the situation worse, the entire glass now slick from her fumbling and the sloshing of the wine. Determined to go on, she grasped the edge of the glass as tightly as she could and moved quickly, trying to reach him before the inevitable spill. In her rush, she felt a few droplets of wine jump out onto her face and chin and could feel the cold red droplets slowly trickling their way down her neck. Hoping a few spilled drops wasn't a disqualifier, she halted at John's bare feet and looked up past his spread lap and unbuttoned shirt to find that same devilish smirk turning up the corner of his thin lips.

"Bring it to my mouth," he instructed.

Despite the loosening grip she had on the glass, nervously she rested her hands on his knees and began to pull herself up to him. Her heart stopped as she felt the final sliver of glass between her lips slip as she was almost to her feet. Reflexively, her hands shot up to catch it, but jostled it clumsily against her breasts and tummy, dumping its contents all over herself and John's feet.

He said nothing, simply rising back up to his full imposing height, his wicked smirk still twisting his lips as he reached up to firmly grasp her neck. Swiftly, he led her backwards towards the bed until her calves hit its frame and she tumbled onto the cloud-like duvet. With the concentration and precision of an apex predator deep in the hunt, he shrugged off the remainder of his clothing and crawled on after her. He lowered his mouth to her wine drenched tummy to taste his prey in long, slow licks, then snaked his hands under her thighs and roughly folded her knees towards her chest, holding her legs spread as far apart as she could manage. She felt the lips of her pussy bloom open to reveal the slick nectar of her desire gathered at its center, her desperate arousal exposed. Whether or not the game he had set up for her had ever been winnable made no difference, only the fact she had enjoyed playing it, the evidence plain as day.

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A low, beastly rumble came from his chest as he lowered his mouth to taste her blushing folds and lick the stray streams of wine that had dribbled past her tummy and over her mound. Her fingers curled into the bedding and her eyes fluttered closed as she let out a breathless song of sighs and moans.

She squirmed beneath his intimate kiss, shook as his soft nibbles and licks trailed up and melted into a soft suction around her clit. She groaned in sweet agony as he held her firmly pinned to the bed beneath his inhuman strength. He suckled her and then rested his tongue flat against her and firmly pressed into the swollen and pulsating bud with a slow friction back and forth until she was all but crying. Desperately, she rocked her hips against his mouth, feeling her pleasure climbing, but for every wiggle and squirm he only pressed her deeper into the mattress until she was completely immobilized beneath his tongue moving against her.

Sensing his eyes on her through the chaos, she looked down past her breasts pressed into her knees and her belly folded in on itself to where his lips closed around the crest of her labia and his piercing gaze watched her completely enrapt and unable or perhaps simply unwilling to look anywhere else. She whimpered and watched his lips pull back to show her where his tongue rested against her and she felt her body charge full speed into the climax he brought her to with only the tip of his tongue. As she felt all the heat in her body gather to the one spot and the reflexive spasms of her tunnel contracting at the wave of ecstasy that threatened to drown her, she heard John's own moan of delight and felt his nails dig deeply into her thighs as he brought the delicate flesh back between his lips in soft suction to ensure he pulled every tingle of pleasure out of her body before letting her collapse in a sweaty, breathless, whimpering mess against his bedspread.

He did not let her rest though, instead crawling over her and settling himself between her limp thighs with a soft kiss to her forehead and a ragged, "Good girl," before plunging effortlessly between her slick lips and deep into her hot opening. He held himself just above her and ground into her warmth and softness with deep, primal groans and his labored panting in her ear. More alive and real than anyone has ever been to me.

She reveled in the phantom sounds of the life force which had once pushed through his veins with the knowledge it was she who brought him so close to the land of the living. She wrapped her arms and legs tightly around him and pulled him closer to her so she could feel his breath on her neck and hear the faint drumming of a heart that still knew how to beat despite being dead for centuries now. Her blood she had given him still lingered, warming his skin and his touch and she nestled her cheek against his and begged him softly to claim every bit of her.

He moaned enthusiastically to her pleas and sunk himself into her one final time before tensing and groaning loudly at his release. She felt the spasms of his cock and the warmth of his seed filling her and gripped him even tighter between her thighs as she dragged her nails down his back. She reached her hips up to grind into him once more to milk out every last drop of his satisfaction, then fell back, truly exhausted now, with a sigh of contentment.

He brushed away the stray strands of hair sticking to her sweaty forehead and neck and then kissed her mouth with a gentleness that made her heart ache.

"Was the meal to your liking?" she teased after a moment.

She felt his smile spread against her mouth. "Positively delectable, dear. You are an absolute treat."

His words infected her with her own smile and she grabbed his face in her hands to kiss him once more.

With a slow reluctance, he pulled away from her and sat up on the edge of the bed. "As promised, I'll go get you something to eat now." He stood up and headed to his closet to pull out a fresh set of clothes for himself before disappearing into the bathroom to wash up quickly. "You take your time getting dressed," he called from the other room, "and I'll find you something suitable to eat from the market nearby. I don't think one scrap of food has touched my kitchen in all the years I've lived here," he chuckled as he returned to where she lay spread out on his pillows, sleepy with satisfaction. "Now, now." He smiled as he touched her cheek, and continued, "No time for naps, dear. We have class tonight. Time to get ready."

Lucy groaned in disappointment, wanting only to languish away on his massive fourposter bed until he returned so she could spend the rest of the night rolling around naked in it with him.

His hand slid to her throat and gripped it tightly. "What was our first rule, princess?"

She bit her lip to try to hide the smile threatening to break free.

His brow furrowed in disapproval. "Perhaps you require better motivation to jostle your memory." He gripped her a little tighter so she could hear her pulse thundering in her ears. "Something you find a little less enjoyable." His hand released her delicate throat and dragged down her arm and the gentle slope of her lower back until it found her ass. In one swift motion he landed a firm swat on her left buttock.

The strike was hard enough to leave a stinging in her flesh, but she felt her grin break free in spite of herself with a breathy gasp of shock and arousal.

"Perhaps you enjoyed that a little too much as well?" he growled in surprise and then left another smack on top of it. "We'll have to find more suitable punishments for you, naughty girl."

"Maybe I'll just pretend to hate them," she taunted.

He pressed one knee into the mattress so he could lean over her and with his lips close to hers whispered, "Everybody has limits, sweetheart. Trust me, I'll find yours."

She felt a shiver run down her spine and goosebumps crawl over her skin. "And what if I enjoy that too?"

Fire and brimstone filled his smoky chuckle. He tucked a rebellious coil of sweat-curled hair behind her ear. "You won't." He pressed his cooled lips to her cheek and then left the bed to fasten his belt and straighten his tie before instructing on his way out, "Keep the door and windows locked. I'll return presently." He plucked his keys off of his dresser and then ducked out of the bedroom doorway.

"Yes, sir," she replied obediently.

"Good girl," he called out before the front door signaled his exit.

Lucy leaned back onto the pillows and felt her cheeks hurt from the smile that just wouldn't seem to fade away.

***

After a steaming hot shower and a thorough cleansing, Lucy wrapped her body in one of John's fluffy white towels while she squeezed her hair out in another and wandered back into the bedroom to dig her phone out of her pile of clothes by the window. She stood staring down at the town lit in the orange warmth of the scattered lampposts running along the edges of the walkways and saw, barely peaking up over the top of buildings, the dimly lit market sign of the twenty-four hour grocery store John was probably wandering through this very moment. She thought about discarding the towel and waiting for his return right there in the window to tempt him with a little show but chuckled and thought better of it. There's a tail on the human. Sounded ominous. Was it more than premonition and wondering? Had someone in fact been watching them? Was there someone out there watching her right now, some nefarious henchman of the evil Lerexus hiding in the shadows, cataloging her every move and waiting to strike?

Lucy felt a foreboding shiver run down her spine and chose to close the heavy drapes and switch on a lamp by the bed. She felt a sigh of relief and sank down into John's old leather chair in the corner of the room and crossed her legs under her as she unlocked her phone and thumbed over to her messages. She scrolled past a few coworker names until she found Ben.

Lucy: I found somewhere to stay. You can go back to the house.

Ben: Shacking up w the Crypt-Keeper?

Lucy rolled her eyes and wanted to scream at her phone.

Lucy: Yes. I'll get my stuff this weekend.

Ben: Gr8 Bring ur key 2

Lucy: K.

Lucy let out a frustrated sigh and set her phone down on top of John's stack of books as she heard the handle on the front door jostle and then open.

"John?" she called out as she saw the light from the hallway spill into the dark room briefly before closing and returning it to pitch black. She stood up and headed for the bedroom doorway to greet him but found the room silent. She squinted and tried to make out the shapes in the room, sure that something was off, but found herself unable to place it.

She took a step into the living room. "John?" she asked again a little softer with less conviction.

A sliver of light pierced the room for just a moment as the curtains rustled and Lucy thought she caught movement out of the corner of her eye.

She sidestepped, positive now that something was wrong. She felt a primal instinct to flee and started to quietly feel her way to the front door, inching past the chair and coffee table. Her toes gripped hardwood, signaling the end of the living area. The door was only a few paces.

She felt the tiny hairs at the back of her neck stand up with the inexplicable feeling that she was not the only one in the room, and could sense eyes on her, but couldn't tell where they hid in the darkness around her. Lucy's heart began to pound with panic, each beat screaming in her ears to get out. She caught something out of the corner of her eye again, positive this time she had caught actual movement, and turned to see the reflective glare of two piercing violet eyes in the black of the room, catching what little bit of light was spilling in through the crack of the drapes. They glowed like an animal's in the night, like John's. She knew it wasn't the affectionate stare of her lover peering at her in the shadows though. In an all-out panic, Lucy outstretched her arm blindly for the door as she closed the distance between herself and escape, but as she glanced over her shoulder, she saw those eyes blink and then vanish out of the light. Before her fingers could grip the brass of the doorknob, she was suddenly grabbed from behind by slender, cold arms, much stronger than was natural for such a frail frame. She fought with all her might to slip out of the vice-like grip, but then felt one of the unnatural arms slide up and cover her face with a damp rag.

With her heart racing and adrenaline pumping, Lucy could not help herself from inhaling the penetrating odor. The chemical's sweet, alcohol laced scent filled her flared nostrils and she felt control of her movements gradually slipping away as she began to fall backwards into the feminine frame behind her. Her stomach twisted in knots as she was wrestled to the floor by her unknown attacker. Nauseous and suddenly overcome by a drowsiness that seemed to settle into her bones, she found herself unable to fight anymore and fell limp onto the cold floorboards staring into the unlit living room. The last thing she saw were those eerie violet eyes glowing at her from across the room again.

Then everything went black.