Resurrection (20 page)

He continued to slide his fingers in and out until he seemed satisfied with his work. Then he withdrew altogether and reached for the plug. As Jane watched in morbid fascination he squirted some clear liquid onto it from a small tube and proceeded to smear the stuff all over. He then applied some of the liquid to his fingers and shoved them into her unresisting arse again.

"I want you nice and lubed up for this. It’ll make all the difference."

The technicalities were quite beyond Jane, but she believed he knew what he was about. The liquid was cool, but not unpleasantly so, and she was ready to admit that the sensation of having his fingers sliding in and out of her rear hole was one she could come to like.

When he pulled his fingers free though and positioned the plug against her entrance, she tensed.

"Easy, Jane. We'll do this slowly. Remember your colours."

"Thank you, Sir. I'm green," she added, for good measure. It may not have been entirely true. Her green in that moment had a distinctly yellow hue about it.

Ged pressed the plug home. Her arsehole opened, but not enough and he had to push hard to manoeuvre it past the sphincter. Jane concentrated on remaining perfectly still to allow him to do what he must. She felt the burn, the stretch, the sense of being impossibly full then suddenly her arse relaxed to settle snug around the wide plug. Ged wiggled it, and she realised the thick plug was seated within her. It was a tight fit, but not in the slightest bit painful now it was fully home.

"Colour, Janey?"

"Green, Sir, " she replied. And this time it was true.

"You look gorgeous. That colour suits you."

Holy Mother, could she be more embarrassed
?
"Thank you," Jane murmured. It was the best she could come up with.

"Gorgeous and very, very fuckable. It needs to be now, Janey."

"Yes, Sir. Now."

Ged grabbed her other knee and lifted that so it, too, rested on the mattress. Her thighs were splayed wide, her plugged arse and wet, needy pussy on display. Jane sighed in desperate anticipation as he rammed three fingers into her cunt. He dragged them in and out as she spasmed around him.

He growled in her ear. "Don't you dare come until I tell you."

"No Sir. But please, could you hurry?"

"Impatient little slut." But still she watched over her shoulder as he opened his trousers to release his engorged cock. His fangs dropped and he curled back his lips to smile at her. The effect was devastating. Where initially the sight of his elongated canines had terrified her it now served to fuel her arousal. He looked hungry—for her, and very, very male.

His cock seemed huge, if anything larger than she recalled from their last encounter when she had knelt at his feet with the head and much of the shaft in her mouth. Jane shivered at the prospect that someday soon he would drive his hard, solid cock into her arse where the plug now sat, stretching her in readiness for him.

He held her hips steady as he positioned himself, then her thoughts shattered when he thrust hard and his cock filled her aching pussy.

"Aagh!" She screamed, a combination of shock and pure joy. Her body felt possessed, owned, no longer hers as he invaded every part of it. She welcomed his presence, the impossible fullness. She was stretched so tight she believed she might shatter, and could hardly move for fear of breaking apart. Ged slid back out of her, his movements slow and controlled. Just the head of his cock remained, poised in her entrance. He reached around her to lay the pad of his middle finger over her clitoris.

"Feel that?"

"Yes, Sir, " she breathed.

"If you move, if you rub even very slightly against my finger, you'll come. You know that, don't you?"

"Yes, I know." Her voice was ragged, her need peaking.

"You really don't want to do that. You know what happens if you come without my permission."

"Please, Sir, do not touch me there. I cannot help—"

"I'll touch you just where and when I choose. Control yourself, Jane. If you keep perfectly still, you'll be all right."

She groaned, fighting to remain motionless as he drove his cock back inside her. Her inner walls grasped at him, convulsing, then clenching madly. It was all quite outside of her control and she had no idea if she might just be driven to her release anyway, regardless of the whisper-soft pressure which hovered, ready to strike at the very tip of her plump clit.

His strokes were long and slow, designed to tease, to torment, to nudge her ever closer to that point where she would fling caution to the winds and lunge for that prize which dangled before her. As she approached it, as the final seconds swept by, as he angled his cock to hit that special place within her, he flicked her clit with his finger. It was enough. Too much. Far, far too much. With a soft cry she was gone, tumbling, whirling, caught up in the waves of pleasure which rocked her body.

Ged leaned over her, his arms tight around her waist as he thrust hard again, then one last time. He went still, his shout hoarse and guttural as he spilled his hot seed into her.

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"Was that meant to serve as a punishment?" Jane lay on her husband's huge bed, face down and exhausted, her rear hole still tingling long after Ged had removed the plug. "I do not believe it will suffice, my lord."

"You prefer a spanking? I can always oblige you. Would you like a trip upstairs to my play room, Janey?"

She shuddered. "No, Sir. I think not. I would hope never to enter that place again."

"And I hope you might change your mind, but we shall see. I do understand if you never come round to it though. I treated you badly and you've every reason to be wary."

Jane lay in silence for a few moments, then, "Sir, may I ask a question? About that… that time in your room upstairs?"

"Of course."

She was aware that he tensed beside her, but still she ploughed on. "Why did you stop? You were about to beat me, but you simply stopped."

"Because you were afraid."

"I do not understand. How could you have imagined I would not be?" She pushed herself up on one elbow to peer down at him. "You had become a monster, a fearsome being with huge fangs who accused me of dire sorcery and intended to murder me."

"Not murder, but I do get your general drift. I believed you to be a witch, and I thought you were somehow using your powers to imitate a woman dead for centuries. You were lying to me, or so I thought, and it was my intention to extract the truth one way or another. I would have stopped short of killing you though."

She frowned at him, not entirely convinced. "I did not realise that. I thought I was about to be slaughtered, and then eaten, probably."

He gave a hollow laugh. "I know what you thought, and that was what saved you. A true witch, especially one powerful enough to accomplish what I thought you'd done, would have simply teleported out of there. Or she would have unlocked the door using her own magic. Or you might have transformed your appearance and form into a much bigger, more dangerous creature in order to defend yourself. You might have had other weapons, other forms of defense. But you did none of that. You simply cowered at my feet and pleaded with me not to hurt you. I knew in that instant you were no witch."

"I see. I... have you ever killed anyone?"

"Excuse me?" He blinked at her. "Where did that come from?"

"You are a vampire? Yes?"

"Yes."

"You live by drinking the blood of humans? Is that also true?"

"It is, but you know where I obtain my supply from."

"But you did not always have such a convenient source. You said as much."

"Ah, right. Then—yes, in the past I have killed humans, either through clumsiness and inexperience in my earlier years, and on occasions when I had no choice. I am a survivor, Jane. But, I swear to you I have never committed such an act merely for entertainment. Only humans hunt and kill for sport."

"But if you take someone's blood, they will die will they not?"

"Not necessarily. You know yourself, it's possible for a human to lose a considerable amount of blood and survive the experience. The trick is to stop before it's too late. If the donor is willing, there's no problem and the experience is pleasurable for both the vampire and the human. If not, well, you know already that I can enter your mind."

"I do know that, yes."

"Vampires can easily do that, with any human. Not only can we read their thoughts and share their memories, we can, if we choose, make alterations to those memories. I could make you believe something had happened which had not, or I could erase a memory which was real. You would simply forget. That's how most of us deal with a reluctant host. We take what we need, no more, seal the wound, then erase their memory of the event and no one is any the wiser."

"That is..." Jane struggled for a word to describe her revulsion.

"It's bad mannered, definitely. We consider it very poor etiquette to feed without the host's permission."

"No person would ever consent, surely."

"Ah, but they would. They do. Many vampires have formed relationships with humans. The sex is amazing, I hope you agree. And taking blood is a part of it. There's nothing more delicious to a vampire than a pint or so of fresh, warm blood taken direct from a partner during sex when the bloodstream is flooded with endorphins. We can quite literally taste your arousal. The orgasms are like nothing you could imagine. Well, perhaps you could, now."

"Do you want to drink my blood?" she whispered, horrified.

"Christ, yes. I'd love to. Perhaps you might allow it, perhaps not." He grinned at her, his elongated canines vivid in his mouth as he drew back his lips. "My fangs were down the whole time I was inside you, sweetheart. I may have scraped them across your neck, but I would never sink them in, not without your permission. You have to trust me on this."

Jane stared into his face, so familiar yet so fundamentally changed. She was shocked but oddly calm. What he was saying to her was true, of course. He could have done anything he chose to her, at any point since she arrived in his twenty-first century domain, but apart from a few spankings he had never hurt her. And he only spanked her because she asked him to.

Well, perhaps that was not the only reason, but she knew he would not have coerced her if she had said no.

"Is that not the manner in which you create new vampires? A bite from your fangs?"

"Not entirely. You're correct, new vampires are created, turned rather than born. As a species we're sterile. We procreate by turning humans and to do that we need to introduce vampire DNA into the human bloodstream."

"What is it, this DNA?"

"Every creature is an individual, though each is similar to others of the same type. All horses resemble one another, but some are bigger, some smaller, some chestnut, some grey. The same with dogs, cats, rabbits. Well, rabbits are a bad example, they all look the bloody same to me. But, that's DNA at work, the unique composition within every living thing that makes one creature a rabbit and another a horse. If I were to somehow introduce the blood of a rabbit into horse though, it would not make the horse change into a bunny. The host DNA would prevail and reject the intruder. Do you follow me so far?"

"Why on earth would anyone do such a thing to a rabbit? Or a horse?"

"Why, indeed. We're dealing with the theory here though, so please, just try to imagine it. So, all humans are similar, more or less. Two arms, two legs, ideally, fingers, toes, eyes and so on. You look at someone and you know it's a person, not a rabbit."

"I look at you and could imagine you are a person, yet you tell me you are not."

"Good point. To all outward appearances vampires are very like humans, so close we can easily be mistaken. But these give it away." He tapped his still evident fangs. "And on occasion my eyes change colour, when I'm very angry, or scared. You've yet to see that though. But you do already know that I can do things you can't. The teleporting, altering the gravitational force around myself, telekinetics. At one time it was all seen as magic, but in reality all we vampires are doing is just bending the laws of physics slightly."

"You are talking in riddles."

"I apologise, but believe me when I say that you
will
understand all of this. Just give it time. Right—back to the DNA. Vampire DNA is different from human and it means our bodies do different things. I react to light in a different way, my senses are far more sensitive than yours, I can run faster, and I'm stronger than any human. Yes?"

Jane nodded. This much she
ha
d
witnessed.

“
Unlike the rabbits and the horses though, if my blood enters your bloodstream it
wil
l
overwhelm your existing DNA structure and replace it with the vampire sort. You would become like me."

"So, if you were to bite me—"

"You would bleed. And no one ever bled inwards. Your blood would come out, but at best I'd introduce nothing more harmful than saliva into your system, which wouldn't be enough to transfer the vampire DNA. No, it needs to be more deliberate than that, and here's how. All vampires have the unique ability to squirt blood from their fangs. Allow me to demonstrate."