In Memoriam part 2

I walk down the large hallway and I hear it, those awful whispers. Leading me to him. My vines are swirling on my skin. They just had to mention him. "Come, come closer". I shake my head and attempt to block the whispers out. I'm being led down the stone spiralling steps. 

I hate it. With all this power, his call makes me weak. I am the ruler no one can match my strengths and abilities. However, I'm no more than a vessel when it comes to this call, this mark and the one who Alarich asks I wake. I stop at an imposing thick metal door. Chains and locks, stretch across it. There is a massive lock in the centre, in the shape of a rose. I touch the door. 

"I hear you". I stumble back "get out of my mind" I thought I was screaming but it was a whisper. "I need you, my love". The strong voice in my mind, takes me to our first encounter. 

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The cool air across my bare skin manages to wake me from this spell. I start to scurry backwards in fear, until my bare back meets the hard wooden headboard. I'm trapped, naked and afraid in front of this white haired god. "Please, I .... don't.... Who are you?" My eyes dart around the room. I frantically grab the sheet and cover myself. 

He kneels in front of me and takes my hand in his "shhh don't be afraid" his black orbs are hypnotising mine. I see something swirling in them. I remember, "SNAKE!!" In a panic trying to escape my foot gets caught on the sheet and I tumble off the bed. I landed on the hard cold floor in a heap of limbs and fabric. 

My face is hidden under the fabric. I'm sure my cheeks match the colour of them. A deep, throaty, gravel like chuckle left his beautiful lips and I'm trembling, not with fear but excitement? I'm lifted up and pulled into his strong arms. My face rests upon his beautiful bare chest. 

My skin tingles at the contact. His hand glides over my hair "I won't hurt you" He pauses, his hand wraps and tangles in my hair. Bringing my eyes to meet his, Holding my head in place "much" A playful smirk spreads across his face as he looks down at me. His lips, dangerously close to mine. I let out a whimper at the slight burning sensation in my scalp as his fingers tighten, but it's not painful. I find myself enjoying it. 

"You are the one, you have been chosen to be my queen. Our queen" His lips brush against mine and he chuckles again "You are able to break away from my haze, Do you not feel the tingling sensation when we touch?" hmmmm when we touch, I want more. I need more. Wait, No. What is happening to me? "What do you mean, I can't be a queen. I don't even know your name and you ca...."

My feeble argument is cut off by his powerful strong lips crashing into mine. My eyes flutter shut. Hungry and desperately our lips move in sync. His tongue tickles my bottom lip then massages my own. I'm drowning in the feeling. Who knew my first kiss would be so, so ...

My hands glide up his chest and I manage to detach and come down from this intoxicating high. How do I even know how to kiss like that? My lungs feel tight as I'm gasping for air. I open my mouth to protest but the swirling black orbs are boring down into mine "It's ok my love, you are safe. Trust me" He picks me up and lays me back on the bed. Yes, I can trust you. I'm nodding in agreement but no words are coming out. 

Trust him? I don't even know his name. His hands roam up my body under the sheet. His touch makes me squirm, my body arches up to meet his. "Trust me". His lips brush my ear as he whispers into it "You are mine now" My mind is clouded with desire and delight at the sound. His! Absolutely, take me wherever, do whatever. 

He spreads my legs and hovers above me. My hips of their own accord rise to meet his and I moan at the friction. He removes the sheets off of me and I don't feel shame or embarrassment. If this is a sin, then call me a sinner and drag my soul to hell. His large hand reached the apex of my thighs and glides between my folds. 

He brings his dripping fingers to his mouth and sucks the wetness off. I look up into his eyes and they flash red. A deep purring sound rumbles in his chest above me, sending a vibration through my body. He rests his elbows by my head and lines himself up at me entrance. His lips connect with mine and I'm drunk with lust. In one swift motion he enters me. 

I let out a cry, as deep pain shoots and spreads within me. I stiffen underneath him. His hand cups my cheek and his thumb brushes it in a soothing motion "It will only hurt a moment, I promise" His cooing tone soothes me but I'm all too aware of the pain. He allows me a moment to adjust to his outrageous length and thickness. I feel so full and stretched beyond my means. It shocks me as he slowly pushes deeper. 

A grunt escapes him and his eyes flash red again. He lays a soft kiss on my lips, gentle and distracting as he slowly thrust in and out getting deeper with every stroke, until the pain subsides. When he picks his pace up, the new feeling has me writhing beneath him. Soon the moans fill the room. Echoing back to us. I never knew anything could feel so good.

My hands trace down his muscular back. My nails dig in to his skin when he thrusts himself harder and deeper. There is a delightful tight clenching in my lower half, I need release. He burrows deeper like a man possessed, his mouth laying kisses and soft bites down my neck. With that I erupt in pure pleasure. My walls clutch down on him and black spots appear in my vision. 

He removes himself from me, I whimper at the loss of warmth. He sits back and places me on top of him. Slamming himself inside. We both gasp with the beautiful impact. One hand wrapped in my hair, the other on my hip guiding my movements. His grip on my hip is so strong I feel my skin bruising under it. We are moving in perfect synchronisation, meeting thrust for thrust.

He pulls my head back and my chest opens up to him. His mouth sucks in my breast. He licks and sucks my hard nipple before grazing it lightly between his teeth. I'm a moaning mess, every touch is bringing me closer to that sweet release. I feel his thrusts pick up pace, his breaths become ragged. 

As I'm riding my high, I feel him throb and pulse as I tighten around him. I manage to look down at his face. I meet his eyes changing colour whilst he is kissing my chest. He releases inside me. Shock and horror freezes me in place. Long white canines are growing and he bites down, piercing the skin above my left breast. The pain is unimaginable but I can't move, I can't scream. 

I fall back paralysed, His teeth still deep in my skin. I'm trying to stay conscious. I can feel the blood being sucked out of me. The pain is dull now and pleasure is replacing it under his hot mouth. I'm losing my battle. I need to sleep now. I feel weak and frail. I manage to pry my eyes open, when a new wave of pain burns the area he bit. I look up his long canines dripping blood down his lips and chin. 

He lays a kiss to my lips. I'm too dazed and weak to fight. He brings his hand to his neck, His nails elongate and slices the skin between his neck and shoulder. His arms wrap around me. I strangely feel safe, although I know I'm dying. He places my mouth over the open wound. 

I somehow know I need to taste his blood. My tongue slides over the cut and I wrap my lips around it. Sucking and laving up the metallic taste. His hand stroking the back of my neck. He moans in my ear "That's it love, take what you need" The taste of his blood turns sweet and bold, no longer metallic. It tastes like the sweetest wine to ever pass my lips. Gliding down my throat, spreading warmth back through my body. 

I feel stronger but in an instant, It feels like glass is cutting my throat. The slicing pain is spreading all over me, under my skin. He continues to hold me as I convulse in this excruciating torment "It will pass" he coos in my ear. I feel like my bones are being crushed, my skin is on fire and my lungs tighten. I can't breathe. I take a final gasp of air and then I'm gone. Darkness. Nothingness. 

So this is how I die.