alright, here's the latest proof that my mind really does live in the gutter. some of you may recognise the vamp girl as one of my chars; consider this a half-assed sequel to "Celtic Nights." <eg>Disclaimers: TPTB have a solid hold on FK, no right infrintended, I'm just borrowing it. Archiving granted to JADFE, all others ask first. I'm a glutton for comments, and this time I think I need a really cold shower, so send those my way to DPangel79@aol.com. For the sake of curiousity, "tombeur" is a french word roughly equivalent to "playboy." :-)
explicit Nick/female sex (um, what plot?)
Intense Longings (01/01)
by Shana Nolan
***************It was easy to spot the point in her life when Morgaine knew what she wanted. What she wanted, what she needed, what she desired. Whether or not the acquisition had a potential interference with what the rest of the world was doing didn't seem to matter. If they noticed, they surrendered to the power of her seductive, manipulative nature; if she went unnoticed, her actions faded into the blurry pasts of less than important events.
However it went, however the cards of fate were played, Morgaine knew what she wanted. In this particular moment, what she wanted was meeting her in the botanical gardens of Toronto in a little bit.
Standing in an area surrounded by a horseshoe of roses, she let her grey eyes drift over the setting. From the tall wooden frames, twisting, blooming vines of fragrant wisteria, pink jasmine and jessamine drooped, their flowers plainly visible in the dim moonlight. Settled on the marble bench, her billowy velvet dress dancing lightly in the gentle breeze, Morgaine removed her cloak and the pins that held her hair up, the wavy auburn tresses now falling over her near bare shoulders.
The moon had risen, its slim crescent providing scarce little light to fully illuminate the entire garden. What little milky blue light there was played at the edges of the shadows, the tapestry of light and dark creating an air of mystery and romance.
Perfect for what she had in mind.
Having arrived here in the gardens right after sunset, patiently waiting for the last patrons and flower aficionados to go home, Morgaine had scouted out a remote place in the area near the marble bench where the thick vines of the Creole flowers were particularly rich with scent and colour, her every step as she explored bringing a fresh whiff of natural perfume.
Opening her bag which she had brought with her, she pulled out the glass enclosed votives, lighting the small candles and setting them around the edges of the little enclosure. Retrieving a blanket from the bottom of the bag, she laid it out on the ground, the soft forest green fabric melting into the landscape; only its soft virginal wool surface denoting its existence. Finally pulling a bottle and two exquisite crystal goblets and setting them by a grouping of the lit votives, Morgaine smiled and came back to the marble bench, stashing the black bag underneath and out of view.
Nothing was to ruin this moment.
Checking his watch, noting that he was on time as he entered the botanical gardens, Nicholas Knight knew what he was in for, or at least had a very strong notion. Morgaine, his older, beautiful, loyal and voracious beloved was a cynic and a romantic all in one breath. Setting up a midnight rendezvous in the more secluded part of the plant park was emblematic of this behaviour, especially when she had amourous things in mind.
Glancing up towards the horseshoe of rose bushes she had mentioned to him, Nick stepped around them, coming into a shadowy area flanked by tall wooden trellises laden with vines and flowers. Walking deliberately on the marble stepping stones, he caught sight of whom was waiting for him on the bench at the end of the path.
Morgaine, leaning slightly on her side, her hair brushing against the cool, pale surface of marble, smiled. Her legs pulled up off the ground, her knees tucked slightly in and twisted out, she aligned her upper torso in a smooth, upsweeping line, her breasts' swelling slightly illuminated in the dim
moonlight. The dress, a rich plum, clung to her outlines all the way to her hips, the split in the ankle length skirt pulling apart enough to reveal pale upper thigh. Shoeless, her toes pointed like a ballerina's, a silver anklet glittered occasionally as she shifted ever so slightly. The plunging, feathery line of her dress front sat poised on the upper half of her breasts, the hint of a curve visible below a small silver choker gracing her neck."Bonsoir, mon amour. Glad you made it."
Nick chuckled. "As am I."
Stepping off of the bench, slowly sliding her mostly exposed leg to the ground and then the other, Morgaine stood up, extending a hand out to her precious crusader. Coming over to her side, taking her hand in his and kissing it gently, he smiled. "Would you like to know what I have planned tonight, Nichol?"
He shook his head slightly. "I have quite a few ideas, myself... "
"Of course you do." Switching their grips so she held his hand, she brought it to her lips, parting them slightly, she nipped his thumb before running her tongue along the base and up past the knuckles to the nail and tip.
Nick closed his eyes, taking an audible breath.
Morgaine laughed quietly, taking a moment to tickle the tip of her tongue at the back of his knuckle before dropping his hand down. Feeling him lean in for a kiss, she leaned to the side, avoiding contact with his lips. That was for later, after all.
Opening his eyes slightly, Nick gave her a perplexed look.
"Patience, m'love, patience." Taking both his hands into hers, she led him back into the enclosed area, through the circle of votives. Kneeling on the soft blanket, she pulled him down with her. Face to face, front to front, she freed her hands, bringing them to his front, slowly beginning to
unbutton his shirt. Working quickly as he watched with unadulterated attention, she pulled free the shirt and cast it aside, drifting a hand lazily across his chest, her nails flitting across taut nipples and through the soft curly hair. Nick moaned quietly.Releasing the belt and placing it outside the border of candlelight, Morgaine stood up in front of him, Nick's face level with her pelvic girdle. Sliding down the delicate zipper of the velvet, she let it drop past her waist, revealing a silk cloth that ended right below her crotch and cut up her sides to her waist.
Aroused, his hard-on achingly obvious, Nick brought a hand up to her thigh, stroking fingers across her milky pale skin. Trying to drift a finger into the inside of the tiny skirt to reach the soft folds of pink flesh, Nick whimpered as Morgaine stepped closer, diverting his hand and intentionally
bringing her leg against his erection.Sliding down his front, her body close enough for him to detect the smell of the jasmine and wisteria on her skin, she hooked her hands around his waist, trailing around to his front, capturing the zipper in two fingers with one hand, the other pushing into the fabric, taking hold of his hard member.
Stroking rhythmically, her thumb and index finger playing and tickling at the base, she felt Nick relax back, rocking in motion to her hand movements. Groaning somewhat, the pleasure riding hard and viciously wonderful, he felt himself shudder. Pre-cum fluid trickled down Morgaine's strong fingers, and giving a final pump before releasing her hand, she smiled and used her other hand to get him to look at her face.Nick whimpered. Seeing in his eyes a need she had looked forward to, she adjusted her self so she was above his lap, her ministrative hand finding his cock once more, brushing her fingers along the tip as she lowered herself down, freezing in place just as her sex came in contact with his. Nick
whimpered once more, but Morgaine leaned up, using her lips to quiet his protests. Kissing him lightly, she parted hip lips with her tongue scant moments before sitting down on him, the hard male shaft plunging into her inner core.Nick gasped and pressed into the kiss, making it a battle for dominance over the other's mouth. Electrified by the tight, rough walls of her vagina suddenly engulfing and rubbing against his member, he ground his hips against hers, shoving roughly in and out. Breaking from the kiss, his sharp fangs
descending in his mouth, he brought a hand to her ribcage, coming to cup her breast, caressing the soft, smooth flesh. Taking her nipple into his mouth, he suckled, then bit down, piercing the tight bud.Morgaine let out a small scream, the sharp needle-like pain making her jerk hard, the motion raising up a violent orgasm in her. Unintentionally digging sharp nails into his back, she made herself continue to ride him, the waves of the orgasm creating a greater need in her body, her sexual mind swimming in burning desire.
His hands were sitting on her hips, feeling the many muscles flex expertly with every motion. Feeling his body shudder with growing frequency, Nick rocked them forward onto the blanket, pinning Morgaine to the ground.
Her legs suddenly dangling in the air, she hooked her feet around his thighs, dragging him further onto and into her, her heels coming in deliberate contact with his balls. Hooking hands behind his neck, bringing his blood tinged lips to her own, she initiated a fierce kiss. Pushing into his mouth, her own fangs grazing against his inner lip, she dropped a canine into his tongue, running it through the soft tissue, drawing a torrent of blood into her mouth. Half freezing, half shuddering, Nick pushed back against her mouth, letting his tongue be slit open further as the violent orgasm overtook him.
"Precieuse... "
She smiled, running her hands over the lines of his body, the outline of his muscles more refined than sculpture in her eyes. She continued to move underneath him, not willing to stop, desiring him once more. "You can't fool me. You’re not done yet."
Nick looked at her, protesting weakly. "But we've hardly said two words to each other."
"So where's the problem?"
"Morgaine... "
"Shut up and get back to it." Twisting her leg to the side, she braced it against the ground, tensing the muscle. Kissing him briefly, she pushed off the ground, rotating them 180 degrees. Now sitting atop him, his back against the ground, Morgaine dragged a finger tauntingly down his sternum,
flexing her inner thigh muscles, squeezing his hips rhythmically, feeling him squirm.Nick could feel his body abandoning his mind, the words slipping away with
every passing moment. "But... ""No." Rocking forward, she traced the line of his jaw. "No, my young love. The night is not over yet, the blanket is soft and you are not."
He smiled gently, obliging her with a roll of his hips. Soliciting a murmuring growl from her, he wrapped strong hands around her waist, pulling her down on top of him, her breasts coming into sweetly torturous contact with his chest. Her lips skirting across his own, he leaned upward,
snatching her mouth into a kiss.Purring into his kiss, she ran her hands past his shoulders and down his muscled arms, twining her hands with his. Moving atop him, feeling his member shift inside of her again, she pushed her tongue past his lips, tasting in his saliva the co-mingled flavour of both their blood.
A breeze drifted through the clearing, whispering through her hair. Sweet, fresh smells of vibrant jasmine played across their strong senses, enticing Morgaine to dig her nails into the backs of his hands, pushing harder against Nick.
Moaning, he felt her buck forcefully atop of him. Pinning her arms behind her back, sitting up slightly, he broke away from the kiss, his head rocking backwards as his icy seed once more rushed forth into her.
Nearly shaking, Morgaine half-panted, half-gasped. Rocking back, bending from where he held her hands pinned, she stretched her spine, the long line of her waist and ribcage arching elegantly, framing her pale, supple breasts in the dim light. Sliding her legs out from underneath her, wrapping them around his hips, she leaned the rest of the way back, her shoulders touching the ground, her hair spilling onto the blanket. Only her hips and thighs were above ground level, supported by his hips and thighs.
Nick laughed gently, releasing his hands, feeling her lower back muscles flex and release. Draped out like she was, the lines of her lithe body as refined and sculpted as anything he’d ever seen or touched, he felt in awe of her. Still connected, her pelvic triangle partially obscured, the auburn brown curls intermixed with his own paler pubic hair, he touched her with a tentative hand.
Morgaine murmured his name dreamily, her soft accent melodic and gentle. "Mon amoureux precieux, le coeur de mes rêves, what would you have me do?"
Trailing a hand delicately across the swelling of her breast, he felt her take a deep breath, his touch sending sweet sensations through her body. "This is fine by me."
She laughed. "Me, laying like this, the whole night? Come now, Nichol, I'm apt to get bored."
Returning to the curve of her breast, his index finger tracing light circles on the nipple, he watched her shudder and close her eyes. Her thighs tensed around his hips. Drawing further circles ever closer to the centre, the peach bud tall with attention, he waited a few moments before dropping his
tongue down on it. Purring in her throat, she reared up slightly, impaling his mouth further onto her breast. Flitting his tongue across and suckling alternatingly, he felt her writhe hungrily, her hand coming up behind his neck, trying to pull him away from her breast and to her mouth.A smile touched his lips. Pulling away from his occupation, he looked into her eyes, catching a stare of abject lust. "Ma biche wants more?"
"Always." Using her other hand, she grappled him at his waist, using her strength to drag him down on top of her.
Nearly crashing headlong into her, Nick regarded her with a curious adoration before burying his face in her neck. Fangs grazing across her milky flesh, he hesitated before sinking them into a particularly sensitive part of her neck.
Morgaine moaned, her rich blood pouring forth into her lover's mouth. Her head swam with violent blood ardour, her body shuddering in his grip. There was a moment when it felt like she was losing absolute control, but she clung to the delicate threads of her eternal blood and the gifts it gave her.
However, no matter what amount of control those gifts brought, there was still a line that could be crossed; a line that was being approached far too quickly at the moment.With a strong hand, she pushed on his shoulder, shifting him back away. "Not so much, petit. I don't think you can tire me, but take too much and it'll turn deadly."
Pulling away, fangs dripping with thick crimson, Nick closed his eyes, calming himself. Feeling the rush of 2000 year old vitae in his veins, he felt a unique strength, an uncharacteristic power not given to his usual nature. Re-opening his eyes, seeing Morgaine reach for the pair of glasses and the dark bottle, he leaned back in towards her, placing delicate kisses along her jawline, causing her to laugh.
"Stop.... you'll, you'll make me drop them... precieux, this is good crystal... "
He smiled. "You can afford more."
Setting the glassware down within easy grasp, Morgaine brought her hand up to his mouth, running a finger over his teeth, catching a little of blood tinged saliva. Bringing it back to her mouth, she parted her lips slightly, licking her fingertip clean. Speaking as quietly as she could without losing the
musical tone to her voice, she murmured, "Shush, now, let us share a bottle.""Must we?" Still inside of her, not having moved far enough away to not be, he ground his hips against her, making her gasp.
"Mmmm... yes."
"Now what was that 'yes' denoting, hmm?"
There were times when his charm could override severe thirst. Smiling slightly as she flipped him back on his back, she lingered a moment before moving off of him and going for the bottle. Licking her lips as she uncorked it, she tipped the bottle up, taking a large swallow of thick sang, watching
Nick the whole time."So much for glassware, eh?" he quipped.
Trying not to lose a drop as she kept herself from laughing, Morgaine shrugged. "It's never to late for that, much like... other things."
"Really, how nice to know."
"You little tease. Do you want some?"
His mouth twisted up in a wry grin. "Yes, I'd like some more of you."
"Not me... the bottle." She gave in, laughing hard, handing the bottle his way in order to not spill it.
Grabbing it by the neck and taking a small swig, Nick grinned. Reaching a hand across, running it along her collarbone, he enjoyed her fit of laughter, watching her try to compose herself. Leaning over, seeing her amused smile, he brought his hand up to her head, running it lightly through her soft hair before hooking it at her neck, drawing her face close to his.
Morgaine's voice was quiet and sultry. "Boundless energy. If I didn't know better I'd say even I couldn't wear you out."
"Only with you around, it seems."
"Well, then, maybe you shouldn't tap a two thousand year old spring as often as you like to."
His lips parted in a playful smile. "Yeah, after a while Lacroix does get sick of it."
"Tombeur!" Shoving him roughly on his back and sliding up against his side, she leaned over him, her hair tickling his bare skin. "You can be so mischievous sometimes."
"And I love it when you make me behave... "
"Boundless energy." Closing the distance between them, she dropped down onto his mouth, initiating a deep kiss.
Placing his hands on the sides of her ribcage, Nick shifted her upper torso above him, smiling wickedly as he felt her move the rest of the way on top of him, straddling his waist. Settling onto his chest, her breasts flattened between them, Morgaine felt his hands roam down past her waist, trailing
over her buttocks, whispering fingers across her thighs into her clit, causing her to push harder into his mouth.Moaning into his mouth, her fingers tightening around the blanket underneath them, she was about to bite down on his tongue when he stopped her. Stilling, she gave Nick a potentially vicious look. "Yees?" "Do you want me to continue with this?" Curling his fingertips inward, he felt her writhe as he pushed into her inner labia.
"Oh, yes, that's fine with me... "
"Then lay back."
Sitting up, then leaning backwards, she laid down on his legs, his knees at the small of her back. Relaxing her legs, bending one knee up slightly, she made a gurgling, purring sound as his fingers came back in contact with her clit.
Brushing lightly, then deepening his touch against her engorged nub, he felt her shudder. Sliding his fingers up and down through the wet folds, he ran his fingers in tight circles near her opening briefly before pushing two fingers inside. Pumping them achingly slow in and out, hearing her moan,
Nick saw her head relax back, her neck arching up.Finding the pale flesh of her throat irresistible, still moving his hand between her legs, he shifted to loom over her, his free hand brushing across her throat to the back of her neck, lifting her head up to capture Morgaine's lips in a kiss.
Responding almost instinctually, she accepted his mouth, letting his tongue slide past. Dragging a fang along the rough surface, she sliced open the flesh, a stream of blood coursing into her mouth. Half flinching, half enjoying his tongue being cut open, he pushed his fingers deeper inside of her, feeling her buck in response. Quickly pushing her to the edge of climaxing, he heard her whimper, the sensations flooding her being.
Suckling at his saliva mixed blood, her eyes closed, Morgaine shuddered. So much activity was actually wearing her down, her senses screaming for a release, intensity burning white hot fire. Grudgingly releasing his tongue and breaking off the lip lock, she dropped her head back down, her muscles tensing one last time before breaking loose the pent up energy to the point that it hurt.
Riding the hard waves of orgasm silently, Morgaine felt Nick's hand finally cease moving and abandon its place between her legs, leaving her to come down slowly off the surging energy.
Finally gaining enough composure to think about opening her eyes, she reached hands out to where she knew Nick was, wrapping arms around his torso, pulling him to her. Accepting her embrace, he nuzzled against her neck, sighing happily. Passing a few moments in comfortable satisfaction, he smiled and finally said, "Happy?"
Her voice was a husky whisper. "Yes. Ooh, yes. We must do this again sometime."
"How about next week?"
She chuckled. "Well, I suppose I could cancel my appointments."
"Oh, good, I'm glad."
"As I." Shifting a little, Morgaine cuddled up against him, releasing a long clearing breath and relaxing into a gentle sleep.
Knowing the sun to not be up for at least a few more hours and the park and themselves to be undisturbed for that similar amount of time, Nick surrendered himself also, resting his head between her neck and shoulder.
Intense longings were one thing; intense satiated passion was another. Finding the path that led from longing to satiation was what made it all worth while.
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