Chapter 164

Long years together made the need for speaking unnecessary to them. Cecile led them into the room with the long double bed that they so often shared. This room, unlike the others in the house, was not lit by anything. Even the moon was hiding tonight, her dark face invisible to the naked eye and cloaked just as the two were. Jacques brought Cecile up short and turned her to face him. This, too, was long and ago a ritual that they had begun to follow. Each movement had become almost like clockwork, an old familiar dance. Tonight, however, they both knew that things would be different.
Cecile, the mask of civility, the vision of loveliness, for one brief moment held in her eye the look of a feral predator. In nights past, she would have carefully unbuttoned the shirt, untied the tie but not tonight. Jacques had just enough time to steel his flesh before he was thrown by his little girl the five feet across the room to the bed. She must have been using what little blood she had to make herself strong for that throw. As he moved to protest, she placed a finger on his lips and straddled him as he attempted to stand from the bed.
"Papa... please. I want you to take me. I want you to make me feel for one moment like he did the night before we met."
Jacques was about to protest but then a scent reached his nostrils. The scent should not have made him hunger like he did, and in truth it would not if it had been human blood he smelled. Cecile must have used her blood to quicken more than her strength he thought as her warm, deliciously wet body slid naked against his pants. He could smell many things in her blood... the nights they had spent together. The flavor of her last meals. The sorrow and longing that was contained within it. He could even get a small hint, a fleeting echo of a forgotten memory. The scent of Pomet, his friend and his lover. That last realization was all it took to completely break through the bonds of his self control. Knowing he would hate himself tomorrow for losing control tonight, he gave into the beast that raged within him.
Normally when one of their kind was enraged, it was a sight to behold and a terror for any who got too close. But sometimes, with a bond as deep as the two shared, the beasts of their souls could be coaxed to the surface without attempting to fight and dominate one another. They could work in unison, as they did now, to shred clothing and not flesh. The sound of ripping fabric and the scent of blood filled the air even more fully as his own body responded to his mental command, wiling blood into things that had not been engorged in many long decades.
As the last shreds of fabric left his beautiful little girl's body, Jacques felt his beast growl inside his head at the vision before him. Her beautiful breasts were small, not over large but round and full. The use of her blood to arouse her womanhood had also done some other little things, returning the blush of the living to her form. Her skin was still paler than normal, but its colors were rich and dark, light and beautiful. Her nipples stood erect, another side effect of the desires she had stoked in her body.
Jacques trousers were not so much unfastened by this beautiful beast as they were torn and ripped. She felt his engorged body under her and could not help but stroke it gently with her hand. The scent of blood coming from the tip made her body long to latch onto it with her delicate fangs. She fought the urge to feed and slid up to take care of other desires. He slipped inside her blood drenched body and was consumed to the hilt by the thrust that followed. She was such a remarkable sight to him there, straddling his body.
Cecile's body looked tight, strung like a fiddle string turned twice too much. She could barely control herself enough to make love to Jacques like she truly wanted to. On this night, if on no other, she wanted to feel as if she was being made love to. By the man who had become her father when her 'real' father had abandoned her in youth and then her father in darkness had abandoned her as well. She wanted this man who truly loved her more than anyone else in the world. And she wanted him to know that tonight, of all nights she loved him too.
The feeling of control slowly waned as their bodies continued this primal sanguine dance. Many of the Kindred did not realize the depth of feeling that could be revived in the body when it was quickened with the blood. Each movement was like a note in a symphony that rang out clear and bright. The touch of his fingers bringing a melody to her lips. The enveloping warm depths of her body calling him like a favorite hymn. The sacrament they shared going on for minutes or hours unknowable as their minds were lost to the pleasure of each other.
As feelings built in each of them, it was Cecile who first crossed the final, unspoken boundary of their most holy night together. Leaning forward, she set her soft lips upon Jacques’ mouth, the tip of her tongue gently tracing a line between them, parting them gently. She kissed him deeply and fully, feeling him shudder slightly as the edge of her sharp teeth nipped his tongue as it danced with hers. She trailed small, blood tinged kisses down his face, moving across his neck to settle herself against his shoulder. For one small moment, all movement and activity stopped as small tears of blood welled up in her eyes.
"Papa, please promise to never leave me. Promise to protect me and guide me always as you have", she whispered in a voice almost childlike in its innocence and sincerity. Her lips quivered against the skin of his shoulder as a single blood tear dripped onto his skin.
"Le sang est la vie, mon cher. Just as your blood flows in my veins does my blood flow in yours", Jacques said, lowering his mouth to her own shoulder as well, "Though I was not fated to bring you into the life we now share, I was gifted by all that is holy when I took you in."
Almost as one body, fangs entered into flesh. The feeling of pleasure from their lovemaking was taken to new plateaus by the sharing of their vitae, their life. Like the ourobours, forever consuming to make it whole, no end could be found to the circle they had become. One life given while another was taken, again and again, each drink building the passion between them into a furious storm. The shuddering of their bodies together as their climax built was not only one of the flesh but of the soul.
As one their bodies locked together in a tight, rigid embrace as the orgasm overtook first one then the other, as if its flooding pleasure was carried through the blood. The senses were filled to bursting as both her mouth and her womanhood was given sacrament with his deep, rich powerful blood. For one single moment, this raging climax to their evening filled everything in their universe. Then as quickly as it had come, the feelings began to mute again. Their muscles began to lose the steel cable tension that had developed at the height of the orgasm. Gently the fangs were withdrawn from flesh as Jacques cradled Cecile in his arms.
During that moment, Jacques realized that he loved Cecile. He did not just love the idea of her, or the idea that she was his lost love brought back from the other side. He loved her, the woman lying here in his arms. Now, more than ever, he felt the weight of the task that they were about to undertake pressing down on his soul. Thoughts bubbled to the surface of his mind unbidden, a flood of emotions that he was unable to quell in his current condition.