I leisurely strolled through the house, getting a bearing on my new surroundings. The house was definitely bigger than our last one and the wide-open fields were a very nice touch. It reminded me of home back in the Carolinas when I first immigrated to the country. I was going to check the other rooms, but I decided against it, instead changing into the silk pajama pants that Sylvie found me not too long ago. I knew she only found them because she found a little gown that matched.
'Ugh. We've become that couple.' I chuckled to myself.
"Damn right we are." She giggled, walking out of the bathroom.
Her hair was a mess of curls that lay to one side and the strap of her silk gown was slowly making its descent down her shoulder. I took my time putting it back in its place as I pulled her into me for a kiss. It was sweet, passionate, intense, everything I had come to love about her. Sylvie pulled back, entangling her hands in my hair.
"Now that I think about it, that rug did look pretty warm and comfy." She mused thoughtfully before cracking a smile. "Let's go test that theory, shall we?"
"I thought you'd never ask!" I lit up like an excited child as I led her down the steps.
I laid with my head resting on the bear's, with Sylvie resting comfortably on my chest. The sounds of her breathing entwined the crackling of the fire were more comforting than I was able to put into words. My eyes were about to flutter shut when I saw Sylvie lift up her head, a strap to her nightgown sliding down her shoulder. She wore a mischievous grin as her fingertips trailed over my chest.
"What's on your mind, naughty girl?" I smirked as I gently took her face in my hand.
"Well, you said you wanted to try out the new rug, didn't you?" She purred as she straddled my hips. "Shall we, then?"
An excited growl rumbled in my chest as I sat up, gripping her hair and capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. Slowly, I wrapped my arms around her waist, and grabbed a handful of cheek with each hand, as I pushed my mouth harder onto hers, deepening the kiss, and thrusting my tongue into her mouth playfully. She moaned softly, as a grin began to spread across her face. Suddenly, she roughly shoved me backwards back onto the rug, and lifted herself off my hips. With one swift movement, she removed my pajama bottoms, and tore them roughly off my ankles. The intensity of the action, caused my cock to rise rapidly, and I saw the glee in her eyes, as she sat back down on me. Slowly, she gyrated her hips, grinding against me, making me ever harder and harder. I began to feel wet as the combination of our juices intermingled. Then, she slowly lifted herself again, and took my member in her hands, digging a nail teasingly into the head. Staring into my eyes as I lay there, she smirked, and dug the nail in tighter, so that it hurt, just a little. It drove me crazy when she did that.
I know. Her voice purred inside my head.
She lifted my member up, and slid smoothly down on top, pushing me inside her. The warmth of her insides felt like heaven to me, and I stretched a hand up over my head, to get a better view. For now.
She began slowly riding me, moving her hands up over my chest to scatch and claw at my skin, arching her head backwards. She had me right where she wanted me. I can't possibly allow this to continue. I allowed her to feel power for a few more moments, before I lunged upwards, grabbed her by the shoulders, and rolled us sideways, flipping her onto her back, and entered her once more. I grabbed her by the wrists and pinned her arms above her head, then, holding them with my left hand, moved my right towards my face. Hovering over her face, I used my nail to pierce my tongue, and allowed the droplet of blood to dribble down the length of it, and drip, ever so gently, into her waiting mouth. She closed, and tasted me, then lifted herself into another passionate kiss, as we shared the blood from the cut in my tongue. As she did so, I pinned her arms harder, and began thrusting aggressively. She was mine, and I am going to take that which I desire. The feeling inside her was warm, and kind of tingly, and made me feel incredible as I felt her vagina tensing and relaxing all around me. Meanwhile, her tongue lapped ravenously at mine, sharing the blood between us.
Loosening the grip on her wrists, I pulled her upwards a way, and allowed her to prop herself with her hands, while I moved my hand down slightly and grabbed at one of her breasts, tweaking the nipple teasingly, and just generally enjoying the ample handful I had been graced with.
Sylvia wasted no time in using my distraction against me, and pushed me hard, so that I exited her, and fell backwards, barely catching myself on the bottom of the rug. That brat! How dare she!
I flailed my arms as I tried to catch my balance, and she moved towards me grinning, and pinned me down once more. Having caught myself, I slid my legs underneath her, and she once more straddled my hips. She raised her head slightly for just a moment, then plunged her fangs deep into my neck in one swift motion. I felt her teeth forcefully penetrate my neck, and I tilted to one side, as the mixture of pain and pleasure washed over me. While I was momentarily stunned by this feeling, she once more allowed me to enter her, and began riding me furiously, up and down, faster and faster, as she drank the blood from my throbbing artery, and clawed at me furiously.
All at once, the world began to blur, I could feel her pulsing against me, and I could feel my hot blood dribbling out, but everything else was cloudy. I had reached the point of no return, and with a last gasp of air, and a stifled yelp of "Oh God!" I unleashed inside her. She, for her part, began pulsating, and contracting around my cock, as she, too orgasmed.
For a few mere moments, I cannot recall if I was even breathing, all I could feel was the burning in my neck, and the intense pleasure of my climax, as I splashed my seed inside her, and lost myself in the moment.
Slowly, my vision began to return, and, spent and exhausted, I allowed myself to be pushed down onto the bottom of the rug, pulling Sylvia with me, as she retracted her fangs from my neck, and we heaped down, leaking blood, and other random bodily excretions all over the surface of the fur. I wrapped my arms around her, and brought her head gently down onto my chest, and she, for her part, grasped my right hand, and cooed softly.
I stared into the fireplace, watching the flames dance wildly. My mind was weighed down in thoughts. I didn't honestly think I held any love for our old city. It was supposed to be just a well thought out hiding spot. Sadly, it wasn't as well thought out as we had hoped. Our parents had always known where we were. Their influence wasn't as unwelcome as I had hoped either. My little sister was proof of that.
I felt a pain in my chest at the thought of Edie. I tried so hard to save her. I bent over backwards for her and where did it get me? Was she really so broken and fragile as she had me believe? Or was she just that good of an actress? Part of me saw her death as a mercy of sorts. I refused to let her continue down my parents' path. It was tragic that it all had to end this way.
Not all of it was bad, at least. A tiny smirk finally peeked through from my lips. Of course, without Edie, I wouldn't have Sylvie. I didn't think I could survive all of this without her. I looked over to the couch where she lounged, napping like a content kitten with a book in her hands. I peeked at the cover, the name Dracula standing out in big, bold red lettering. I had to chuckle. Sylvie probably knew that book inside and out by now, but that didn't stop me from making sure she had a special copy of her own. I'd have never heard the end of it if I didn't.
'You're absolutely right.' Her groggy voice chimed in.
I turned just in time to see her stretching and yawning. She looked over to me, her lids barely open. I smirked at my languid darling as I switched spots, sitting on the couch next to her.
"Wear you out, did I?" I whispered, earning a drowsy giggle.
"I didn't exactly see you turning flips down the corridor either, my love." She yawned once more.
"Guilty." I placed a feather-light kiss on her forehead. "Perhaps that's because we haven't fed today."
"Did we really skip the entire day?" Her face wrinkled into a thoughtful, but adorable frown. "Could've sworn we didn't."
"Last time was the day before we left Mik's place." I shook my head.
"Hmm." Sylvie simply nodded before hopping up from the couch.
She leisurely made her way to the kitchen and I wasn't too far behind her. Sylvie swung open the refrigerator door and bent over to survey our supply. While she did that, I took pleasure in surveying her. I lowered my gaze down to her voluptuous peach of a backside. Watching the way it curved around in those tight jeans, barely being contained, sent excitement flying through my body.
"Focus, darling." Sylvie playfully scolded, not even looking back at me.
"Trust me, my sweet, I am trying."
Sylvie glanced over her shoulder with a smirk. "Are you at least enjoying the view?" She shimmied her hips ever so slightly, but it was more than enough to evoke a soft growl from me.
"Careful, my love." I warned. "Don't get yourself into trouble."
"When am I not in trouble?" She winked, pulling out a blood bag. "So, we eating in tonight?"
I shrugged. "I don't mind. Either that or we can go survey our new little town."
She juggled the blood pack in her hands, looking deep in thought. "It would be nice to see the place, get a feel for the surroundings."
"Well, let's have a bit of this one and we'll go paint the town red."
Both of our faces went deadpan and we stared at each other for a moment. Her face was the first to break, giggling like a little school girl.
"I hate you!" She squealed.
"That was genius and you know it!" I laughed heartily, pulling her close.
Sylvie gave me a light peck on the cheek before turning in my arms and grabbing a couple glasses. The bag emptied perfectly in both glasses. We both sipped slowly, but finished the contents quickly nonetheless. Sylvie leaned her head back on my chest, her eyes closing contently. I nuzzled her cheek and we stood there in each others' arms, enjoying the silence. After only a few moments, I could feel the hunger prodding me ever so slightly.
"Me too." Sylvie sighed, taking our glasses and setting them in the sink. "Shall we, dear?"
"No time like the present."
The town square was actually more populated than we had initially thought. It seemed more like a miniature city than a rural village. There was even a theater and museum within walking distance of one another. The locals who were wandering about, carrying pumpkins or decorating their homes and business fronts, smiled and spoke as if we had been part of their community our entire lives.
"Reminds me of the little town I grew up in." I murmured nostalgically. "Life wasn't always easy, but everyone was so friendly and helpful."
"It's rare to see places like that these days." Sylvie sighed as she waved to an elderly couple placing jack-o-lanterns by their bakery entrance. She stopped suddenly, peering into the window of the shop.
"Veera's got some pumpkin spice bread fresh from the oven." The old man smiled. "Why don't you two come in and have a sample?"
"Oh, that's sweet, but we just had dinner." Sylvie replied sweetly. "We'd hate for that delicious bread to go to waste."
"Are you sure, dear?" The elderly woman, Veera asked, placing a hand on Sylvie's shoulder. "We don't want you wasting away now. Virgil says I worry too much, but I say it's just the mother in me."
Sylvie looked down at her curvaceous form, trying her best to stifle a chuckle. "I promise I'm not in danger of that, but thank you."
"Well, you just let us know when you'd like to stop in for a nibble. Gotta make sure to keep that figure just the way he likes it." Veera winked at me and I felt the red slowly heating my cheeks.
"Oh, really, Veera!" Virgil playfully scolded. "You're positively naughty!"
"Isn't that why you keep me around?" She giggled.
"You know it, baby doll." He gave her a soft kiss on the cheek and stared into her eyes for a moment before suddenly remembering that we were there. "Hopefully, we'll see you two kids more often. We don't get many young people moving into town, let alone young couples."
"Most definitely." Sylvie said with a smile. "Have a good night, you two! Stay out of trouble!"
"Ha! Not on your life, angel face!" Veera proclaimed as Virgil took her in his arms. As we walked away the two started dancing to a tune that Virgil was humming.
"That was precious." I chuckled as Sylvie took a glance back at them.
"It really was." She sighed. "You think that's what we would've been like? You know, if we were still...normal?"
"You thought about it, too, huh?" I leaned down, kissing her on her forehead. "I most certainly think so, metuka sheli. You're definitely feisty enough."
"Of course, I am, darling!" Sylvie laughed mischievously. "Were it not for you, who knows what trouble I could get into? You're like my guardian angel, you should be proud."
"Oh, yeah." I rolled my eyes. "I'm overjoyed. Simply bursting with pride."
"Alright, alright. No need to rub it in, smartass."