Fantasy

Alex:
Marié was hysterical. My nemesis has reappeared and threatened her seeking to force her into betraying my location. I have instructed Marié to leave France and come with her son to my home in Athens.
This situation has become untenable. I'll have to rush my plans and call an emergency meeting of the coven in full.
All members will have mandatory attendance. I drum my fingers on the wood of the bureau. This involves many complications. We'll have to get the mansion in Athens ready, pay for extra blood at the Bank, warn Costas and his people of the possible danger, hire extra help, and they all must be blood type AB (Vlad and the others hate it).
I can't go back to Athens and leave my little witch alone with Patrick. She doesn't realize it but she burns inside a little more each day and soon she will end up begging for my touch and the relief my body can offer her. If I go to Athens and leave her here, she could throw herself on Patrick in a fit of lust. I grunt.
I’ve put too much effort in overloading her senses for everything to fall apart because of my nemesis' misdeeds.
So, I have no choice but to take innocent little Yolie Bruzain to an encounter with the oldest vampires I ever created.

Yolie:
Dinner feels like a funeral. Alex is quiet and the expression on his face is stony. Patrick looks like a statue standing at the door, again. I roll my eyes. Truth is, I’m not hungry. I've spent all day gobbling like a pig. I push aside the plate of macaroni and cheese that I have cooked for myself and Alex instantly frowns at me.
—Don't you plan to finish eating? - He growls.
— I'm not hungry. This afternoon I fought with the fridge and left it half empty.
Alex looks at Patrick and he says yes, moving his head.
—Don't worry. - Alex moderates his tone, his expression changing swiftly. - Patrick will go shopping.
—Could I go ... and could you accompany me?
Alex eyebrows rice.
—I'm bored to death in here. I would like to go out more often. Please?
He looks at me, pleased, giving me his oh, so sexy lopsided smile.
—Agreed. We will leave tomorrow after you have had breakfast.
Hurrah!
—Well. What news about your great-grandmother? - He asks.
—She's not my great-grandmother. - I protest.
— As if she were.
I snort.
—I' ve come a long way since I found this.- I say showing that I have the necklace with the ruby stone around my neck. - After leaving instructions in her cave Yoleandra wandered here and there within the Roman Empire,then she did the same in incipient Britain. She was involved in the rise of the Tudors to power, was the lover of a Spanish poet, got married, had seven children and was hanged for witchcraft.
I wait a few seconds to know how this news will be received.
—Of course she didn't die. Her grave was not found by Patrick and I in England but in America, in New Orleans to be precise. Keep going.
—Well ... there are fragments in the Grimoire in which she wrote about what she calls Aqua Vitae. I think it's the potion she used to stay relatively young for so many centuries. At the time of her sham execution, she says that in her physical appearance she was around twenty years old.
—About your age right now.-he comments.
That gave me quite a cringe.
—According to what I researched on the Internet, that Aqua Vitae could be the much sought after fountain of eternal youth. I finally get closer to what you are looking for, Alex. As soon as Yoleandra describes the steps for the manufacture of Aqua Vitae I will prepare it for you. - I promise hopefully.

Alex smiles weakly. If it weren't for the fact that I think I know him well enough, I'd say his lips are trembling.
000
I wake up in the middle of the night drenched in my own sweat. God! Is this never going to stop? The bedspread is too thick and furry, it rubs against my sensitive skin and gives me the chills.
I have been pretending that everything is fine for weeks, but this heavy sensation in my lower abdomen worries me. Besides, my senses are too sharp lately, especially that of touch.
Spending the day wearing tight silks around my body has awakened an aggressive hornet's nest inside me. I am excited in a very violent way. My breasts are hard as stones, my nipples are elevated, I am wet between my legs and my intimate muscles are contracted painfully. This is what Alex meant when he said I would need him. I have such a strong desire to fuck, right now, that it clouds my mind.
Leaning back on the pillows, I stroke the skin on my abdomen, drawing small circles around my belly button, closing my eyes and thinking of him… Of his dazzling warrior physique, of his eyes of changing colors. I imagine his hands on my skin, I bite my lip to keep from moaning, caressing my breasts and playing with my nipples, remembering that time on the beach. I run my hand over my abdomen, directing my fingertips down and spreading my legs, searching for my most intimate parts with my fingers. In my mind flashes the memory of his thick and fleshy lips kissing my clitoris, his tongue tormenting my entrance. His warm mouth gluttonously drinking the juices of my orgasm.
I caress my sex. I know need to come, if I can release some of this terrible tension that torments me and keeps me stiff with wanting ,maybe I will be able to get some sleep.
With my fingertips I trace circles around my entrance. Increasingly faster and more violently. It’s not enough. I want to cry out in frustration. My internal muscles protest their suffering, my body cries out for Alex's skin against mine, for his lips sucking on my nipples, for his hands all over me, for his fingers digging into my sensitive skin.
I close my eyes and imagine his voice in my ear. Whispering how much he wants me, telling me exactly what he wants to do to me, calling me precious and sexy little witch. I spread my legs further apart, finding the tense muscles on either side of my entrance. I don't like penetrating myself, I find it weird, I don't know. This I have done before, since I was brought here, but never with such urgency.
I focus on the sensations, moving my hips in time with my fingers, pinching my nipple with the fingers of my other hand and fantasizing that Alex is pulling my hair possessively and whispering in my ear that I am his, all his. Ahhh.
I increase the rhythm of my movements, remembering what he did that time on the beach and I make sure that the palm of my hand hits my pelvis making my insides tremble. With a couple of impacts I'm ready to go overboard.
— Ahhh.- A moan escapes me.
I've come deliciously, releasing much of the tension that kept my body so sore.

I feel him before I see him, opening my eyes I find him right there, standing at the foot of my bed looking at me with an expression between anger and burning lust. It's difficult for him to control himself, his body is visibly shaking.
I squeak and pull on the duvet,attempting to cover myself with it.
—What the hell are you doing here?! - I scream hysterically.
—I heard you moan and I thought you had a nightmare or that you had become ill. You spent the day eating...
— I'm fine, go away. - I murmur, ashamed of this crazy situation.
—Mhm, yeah. I could see how perfectly fine you are... It was a wonderful show. I'm just going to beg you to let me watch from the beginning next time.
I cover my face with the duvet, suffering a sudden bout of modesty.
Alex growls and lunges at me, pulling the duvet off my face and kissing me aggressively, sticking his tongue down my throat, he tangles his hand in my hair while he bites my lips.
God! I didn't think I could miss him so much.
—You have behaved very, very badly, precious. You have made us suffer with your constant estrangement. - he growls against my neck.- I should get you on your knees and penetrate you from behind, give your luscious butt cheeks a good spanking and make you scream hard until you come around me.
—Yes. Yes, please. - I beg.
He chuckles.
—You're a lascivious little slut. Aren't you?
I'm crying. Tears run down my cheeks.
—I'm not like this. - I protest. - This is all your fault! You look at me like I'm the sexiest woman on hearth. You force me to walk around half naked... What's happening to me, Alex?
—You are knowing your true nature, precious. - He whispers against my forehead, drying my tears with his thumbs and raining tiny kisses over my face.
—You mean I'm ... I'm ... some kind of nympho? - I mumble ashamed. Hiding my face against his chest.
—For my happiness and delight, yes.
He takes my hand, the one I had between my legs a few minutes ago and puts my fingers in his mouth, sucking and licking them, savoring my taste in them. I look at him in shock. He gives me his black gaze, the one that I think reveals how turned on he is.
—How many times have you done this, tricky little witch? - He asks through gnashing teeth. -Answer me, how many?!
—Five. - I respond on the verge of breaking down in tears again. - Five times since I got here.
—I should chain your arms and feet, torture you until you are about to come and then leave you.
My breathing is ragged, I swallow hard.Oh, right now I’m so gone I’d loved it if he tortured me!
—But I suspect that in the state you are in it would be more of a reward than a punishment.
He gets out of bed in the blink of an eye, runs his hands through his tousled curls and looks at me,giving an expression of hatred and misstrust . My heart is hanging by a thread.
— I'll be watching you, you wicked witch. If you go back to playing by yourself, if you touch yourself again, I will whip you until you bleed.
I look at him terrified and instantly breaking in a cold sweat.
— I can hear your heartbeat and the cadence of your breathing from anywhere in this Villa. If I perceive the slightest change in your constants and suspect that you are misbehaving, I will seriously punish you.
—What do you want me to do then? - I whisper.
—I want you to fill yourself with courage and accept it once and for all, you need me and I need you. Your refusal to come to me has only managed to make us both suffer. - He mutters, his eyes widening.
I don't answer. I sit up on the bed, hugging my legs over the duvet which covers me.
—You have been warned. I don't sleep, precious, I don't need to. So, you will be watched at all hours.
He climbs back onto my bed, crawling over it like a panther, wraping his arms around me and cradling me in his arms ,like I'm a little girl.
—Now, go to sleep, mhm? In a few hours we are going out.
I snuggle against his chest, closing my eyes. Under my hand his heart doesn't beat. My last thought before falling sleep is that maybe I should ask him more about the kind of vampire he is.