From: izabela@oanet Designation: Explicit/graphic sex, involving Nick and a female. Content: m/f sexual contact, mild violence with a bit of bondage thrown in, just for the hell of it. Disclaimer: I do not own the character of Nick, he is owned by Sony/TriStar but I do own the character of Danielle and Sony can't have her. Besides they don't deserve her anymore than they deserve to own Nick. "Limits" A Forever Knight Erotica Story Copyright 1996 by Izabela Popowicz (Izzy) Danielle swung open the heavy metal door to the elevator, being careful to make as little noise as possible. She had to make sure he didn't wake or the consequences could prove to be disastrous. Actually, it could mean her life. It had taken her weeks to organize this and there was no way in hell she was going to die in the process of carrying out her plans. She realized the danger involved was great but the reward of pulling this off far out-weighed the risk. She thought back to the first night she had ever laid eyes on him. She was at the Raven, about 6 months ago, and had seen him walk in the door and, of course, he had immediately caught her eye. Everything about him, his features, his mannerisms, his sheer presence had sent shivers through her body. She wanted him and she would find a way to have him. Even if it killed her - and it quite possibly could. It hadn't taken her long to figure out what he was, how the bartender would offer him a glass of the Raven's special stock, but he never took it. Never drank from it. It was only then that she realized that what he was only made her want him more. She discovered that his nature appealed to her baser instincts and that with him she could act out those fantasies which would not be possible with any mere mortal man. As she expected, the entire loft was bathed in darkness and her eyes were having a problem adjusting to the lack of light. She managed to spot the staircase and made her way up it, slowly, dragging the bags of supplies she had brought behind her. When she got to his door, she stopped and placed her hand on the knob. Her heart was pounding in her chest and she tried to slow it down by taking a few long deep breaths. The thought entered her mind that perhaps he'd be able to hear or smell her presence through the door but she quickly pushed this thought out of her mind. There was much too much to concentrate on already without worrying herself about things she had no control over. With this thought in mind, she took one last deep breath and turned the knob in her hand. She crept into the room, noticing how sparsely furnished it was. In fact, the only furniture there was a small nightstand, one dresser and a large king-sized bed in the middle of the room, covered in black satin sheets. He lay on the bed completely still, and as she watched him, it was difficult to picture him as anything other than the sleeping mortal he appeared to be. Her eyes ran up and down the length of his form and then came back to rest on his face. , she thought to herself, his blond hair falling in curls around his face and his soft, full lips inviting her to kiss him even as he slept. Soon he would be hers. To do with as she liked. And what she liked he would find out soon enough. She had brought along a small folding table, which was now brought out and set up beside the bed. The legs snapped into place easily and quietly, making her wonder how much longer her luck would hold up for. She kept watching him for signs of movement but he never stirred once. Next, she reached into her bag and pulled out the supplies she would need and laid them down on the table she had just set up. There was a large stainless steel, black-handled butcher knife, a pair of police-issue handcuffs and finally, a large wooden crate full of bottles and bottles of blood. But before she could put any of these things into use she would have to finish securing the room so as to make herself as safe as possible under the circumstances. She took several crosses out of the bag and began hanging them on the walls, practically covering the room with them. Then came the white plastic jug full of water. She poured most of the contents into a bowl sitting on the nightstand beside the bed, while leaving a small amount of water in the jug, which she set aside in case it needed to be used later on. Now that all that was done it was time for the handcuffs. She started with his feet, which were much easier to deal with than his wrists. She cuffed first his right foot to the bed post and then the left. Next, she picked up his left arm and very gently and carefully secured it to the bed post and did likewise with his right arm. After he was firmly secured to the bed she picked up four long scraps of cloth and dipped them into the holy water. She wrung out each cloth, being careful not to let the water drip onto his skin and intertwined them around the handcuffs. Then, after close inspection of her work, she relaxed, not believing how easy all of this had been. , she thought. She continued to ponder the sight of him, all trussed up and spreadeagled on the bed, and then decided on how to proceed. She picked the knife up off the table and very carefully climbed onto the bed. She kneeled on the bed, with one leg on either side of him, and straddled his hips. Then she brought her face close to him and let her mouth rest on his. Slowly, she began to kiss him, sucking and nibbling on his lips and every now and then darting her tongue between them and licking along their length. She heard a small moan escape from him and knew he was starting to wake. She then left his lips and moved her mouth to his ear and sucked the lobe into her mouth while flicking at it with her tongue. His moans became louder and deeper as she continued playing with his ear. Then she removed her mouth and whispered to him, "Nick, wake up Nick. It's time to come out and play." When he didn't respond to this she returned to his mouth and kissed him once again, only this time she wasn't gentle about it. Her lips pressed hard against his and as she buried her tongue deep inside his mouth it made her think of how, soon his cock would be buried inside her. This time he responded to the kiss and woke with a start. As soon as he woke and saw her he tried to move and his limbs immediately came into contact with the rags wrapped around the handcuffs. They burned into his skin and instantly his eyes turned gold and a fierce growl escaped his lips. "Now Nick, there's no reason to get so upset, it's only a little holy water. As long as you don't move it won't burn you.", she said, smiling at him. "Who are you, what are you doing here and what have you done to me?", he asked, calming down only slightly. "My name is Danielle and I'm here because I want you to fuck me." "No! I can't.", he refused, as a look of panic spread across his face. "Why not? Because you're afraid you'll kill me? Don't worry. As you can tell by your surroundings I have no intention of letting that happen. Besides, Nick, you have no say in the matter. You'll do whatever it is I tell you to do. Anyway, you won't need to kill me because I've brought plenty of provisions for you. Do you see that crate over there? Well, it's full of bottles of blood. Human blood. I know that as you get more and more aroused you'll get very hungry and I have no intention of letting you get away with drinking that repulsive cow's blood that you keep stocked in your refrigerator.", she said. "No! I don't want it. I won't drink it.", he answered. "Well maybe not now, but by the time I'm through with you, you'll be begging me for as much "human" blood as your body can stand.", she said. "Never!!!", he hissed, his eyes flashing at her. "Don't underestimate my determination Nick", she answered back. With that, she reached over and took one of the bottles out of the crate, popped the cork and held the bottle under the hungry vampire's nose. "Smell the blood Nick. I know you can't help yourself. Can you tell who this person was? What do they smell like? Tell me.", she teased. "No." "Did you say no, Nick? I'm afraid that's the wrong answer." She then proceeded to dip the tip of the butcher knife into the water and hold it up against his cheek, placing a small cut into the skin and letting a few drops of the liquid drip into the cut. He screamed in agony and tried to pull away from her, only to find his wrists and ankles burning from the cloth. "I told you Nick, don't fuck with me. Well, at least not like that. Now let's try this again. Tell me about the blood. What does it smell like? What would it taste like?", she asked. This time Nick concentrated on the bottle in front of him and allowed the scent to enter his nose and fill his brain. Immediately the thirst hit him and he fought desperately against the urge to drink the rich, pungent liquid that pulled at him. "Strawberries and lilacs.", he answered reluctantly. "Mmm. Sounds delicious. Are you sure you wouldn't like to try some?", she asked innocently. "No.", he said quietly, turning his head away. "Well alright, if you insist, I certainly won't force you. Besides, half the pleasure will be hearing you ask for it. I want to watch you fight against it and lose. Now, seeing as how you don't want any of this delicious blood that I brought you, do you mind if I indulge myself?", she asked. A questioning look spread across Nick's face and Danielle could tell how puzzled he was by what she had just said. "What do you mean?", he asked. "I don't understand. It sounded like you just said that you wanted to drink..." "Blood?", she interrupted. "Yes Nick that's exactly what I meant. Oh now don't tell me you've never met a mortal who actually likes the taste of blood?", she questioned. "No, never." "Well there are very few of us out there but we certainly do exist. Personally, I happen to love the taste of blood. Mind you, probably not quite as much as you do but nevertheless I do indulge my taste for it as often as I can. Fortunately, tonight I don't have to drink human blood. Tonight I'll have the opportunity to sample a much finer vintage. That is the correct terminology, isn't it Nick?" It slowly dawned on him what she had in mind to do and he quickly began to protest. "No, please don't. Please. You can't. There are side-effects..." "Side-effects? Do you really think I care about side-effects? Any side-effects your blood would have on me I would welcome. Besides, you can relax for now. I don't plan on indulging myself - yet." She began to eye him suggestively, wondering what her next course of action should be and then decided the first thing she had to do was get him out of those constricting black pajamas. Starting with the bottom button, she undid his pajamas, working her way up and placing a kiss on each newly exposed section of flesh. She then found her way to each of his nipples and flicked at the small buds with the tip of her tongue. As they hardened in response she drew them into her mouth and began nibbling and sucking on them. The touch of his cool flesh yielding against her lips made her body shudder and when she reached the top of the shirt she found herself unable to stop. Her lips continued traveling up his throat and settled on his neck. Then her tongue ran up along the length of it and her teeth scraped back down the other way. In her mind, though, it was not his neck upon which she was licking and biting but a much different column of hard flesh that was waiting for her. When she had reached his neck, Nick's body tensed underneath her and he fought with every semblance of strength he could muster against what he was feeling and what he wanted to do. He wondered how he would possibly get through this without succumbing to his hunger. He caught the scent of her and felt every vein in his body pull towards it. Oh, how he wanted her. Wanted to feel the rush of the thick, red liquid down his throat. The hunger, the bloodthirst grew in him, but he fought it and fought it. After a few moments Danielle moved up from his neck to his mouth and kissed him again with what felt like her entire body. This time she felt him respond immediately and his mouth devoured hers. She sucked on the wet tongue inside her mouth and soon felt his fangs extend and the sharp tips scrape along her tongue. He immediately tried to pull away from her and this time she let him. "Hungry yet Nick? There's no point in denying it. I could feel it when I kissed you and you know it. You wanted to take me just now, didn't you? You wanted to fuck me with your fangs, to be inside me and taste my blood, my essence. Well there's no need to deny yourself. Mind you, you can't have my blood, but I have all the blood you could possibly crave in those bottles. All you have to do is ask for them. It's as simple as that." He gritted his teeth together and spat out the word "Never!". She shook her head at him and then picked up the butcher knife she had placed on the table. With her left hand she pulled at the waistband of his pajama pants and sliced down each pant leg, tearing them to shreds and letting them fall to the floor. He now lay before her completely naked and the sight of him on the bed made her vaginal walls begin to throb inside her. She moaned out loud wanting Nick to know exactly how much he was arousing her. She couldn't wait to touch him and began to run her hands up and down his firm, muscular chest and flat, taut stomach all the while wishing she could feel Nick's hands caressing her own soft, smooth skin. Then, slowly, her hands went to the top button of the short pink cashmere sweater she had chosen to wear today and undid each button, one by one. The sweater slipped off her body to reveal a pretty lace bra that matched in colour to her sweater. She slipped her index finger under one of the bra straps and pushed it down off her shoulder and then repeated the same thing with the other strap. "Would you like me to stop Nick or would you like me to go on?", she taunted him. His mouth moved to speak but she quickly interrupted him. "No, on second thought, don't answer that. Why is it Nick, that your body and your mind can never seem to agree on what it is you really want? I know in your mind you tell yourself that you want me to stop, but your body definitely wants me to go on. I can feel how it aches for me, almost uncontrollably. Stop fighting it Nick. Let me feed you. Let me pleasure you." She saw how obstinately stubborn he was going to be about this. She had never met anyone with such steely determination and it enraged her. , she thought. . With that, she reached behind her and undid the clasp of the bra and let her breasts fall free. She saw Nick's eyes fix on the creamy, full mounds of flesh and watch as the large pink nipples began to stiffen. God, he had never wanted any mortal as much as he wanted her right now. He had never had to fight this hard for control. Next, her hands slipped down to the waistband of the short wrap-around skirt she had on and undid the buttons holding it in place. She had decided not to wear any underwear and when the skirt fell away from her body Nick's eyes blazed with gold and she felt movement behind her. She enjoyed being naked in front of him and the way he looked at her. It made her insides flame in response. She began to touch herself, running her hands along her smooth, soft, creamy skin. Starting at her neck she moved down so her hands could cup her breasts and feel the weight of them. Her fingertips teased and rubbed the nipples until they were hard, stiff peaks and her breasts pushed out against her hands, swollen from the attention she was placing on them. Then her hands moved away from her breasts and continued their path down her body, past her smooth, flat belly and settled between her legs. Nick's eyes had followed her hands and every now and then she had sworn she heard a low, soft moan escape his lips. The movement behind her was becoming more persistent and she could now feel his growing erection against her ass. She slipped her fingers between the lips of her pussy and felt how slick and wet she had become. Her fingers stroked the lips and then moved to her clit. As she rubbed the sensitive spot, waves of intense pleasure swept over her. The continuous stroking and rubbing was making her clit swell against her finger and her breathing became rapid and shallow, catching in her throat every now and again. As her orgasm built within her, her mound pressed and strained against her hand while her body moved in the same rhythm as her finger. Nick's eyes were glued to her and watching Nick watch her stimulate herself was the final push she needed to bring her over the edge. The sensations ripped through her body, starting in her cunt and spreading to every inch of her flesh. She heard herself moan and scream from the intensity with which she came. Then, temporarily exhausted, she let her body fall onto Nick's and enjoyed the sensation of his chest pressed against her breasts. He heard her heart pound in her chest and her blood rush through the veins just beneath the surface of her skin. The air in the room was drenched with her scent and her skin slid sensuously against his. The painful throbbing in his fangs now matched the feeling in his groin and it terrified him. "Get up.", he snarled "Get off of me!", he continued. "Now!!", his voice low and raspy but thick with lust. "Please.", he begged. Danielle heard the tension in his voice and realized she was in a very dangerous position but she couldn't stop herself from pressing on anyway. "What's wrong Nick? Am I getting to you? Did you enjoy my performance? Are you ready to give in yet? Ask me. Ask me for the blood Nick." Nick couldn't answer, even if he tried he couldn't trust what would come out of his mouth anymore. "No? Well if you don't want any, do you mind if I help myself to some?", she asked, not waiting for a response. Her hand went back to the knife and as she held it the steel blade flashed in the darkness. She lowered the cold steel to Nick's chest and the edge of the blade slipped easily through his flesh, causing him to flinch slightly from the pain. She watched as the blood oozed out from the incision and then bent her head down to lick it away from the wound. It tasted warm and thick on her tongue and had a slight sting to it, unlike human blood. When the cut began to heal she ran the edge of her teeth along it and reopened the wound, taking in more of his blood. With some of it still on her lips she reached up and kissed him on the mouth. The instant he tasted himself on her she heard the sharp intake of his breath and his body shuddered under her. She returned to his chest and placed another cut there, and then another on his stomach. She continued cutting the flesh on his luscious body, each time licking up the blood with the tip of her tongue. Every time the knife went through his skin he flinched with the pain but every time her tongue landed on his flesh and lapped at the blood he let out a deep moan of pleasure. The sensation of her warm, wet tongue on his chest and stomach made his muscles strain against her and his penis fill with blood. She felt his hard-on lying against her and knew it was now time to turn her attention elsewhere. She rose up off his hips and when she turned around she couldn't believe her eyes. "Holy fuck Nick! Sorry, I didn't mean to use that word in front of you, but I had no idea. Shit, that is "the" most enormous hard-on I have ever seen in my life. I guess all that blood you drink is good for something." As soon as she grasped the shaft it began to jerk in her hand and small beads of blood were forming on the head. She flicked her tongue out at the droplets and watched as Nick's hands fiercely gripped the sheets on the bed. As her tongue swirled around the swollen glans Nick's fingers continued to dig deeper into the sheets and his palms. "How does it feel when I do that Nick?", she asked. She paused and then licked along the length of the shaft beginning at the base and working her way up to the tip. Her hand then pumped up and down the rock-hard column of flesh, at first slowly, then picking up speed. "Does it make your blood boil?", she asked, those golden eyes of his telling her everything she needed to know. They answered her questions for him. Her hand was now firm around his hardness and with every stroke his hips first pushed themselves towards her hand and then pulled away into the bed. "And how about when I do this?", she asked. Her mouth opened and encased the entire girth of his erection and while she sucked on him her hand slipped down between his legs and cupped the velvet-covered sack hanging there. His body trembled at the touch and when his hips rose up off the bed his penis slipped deeper into her mouth. She used this opportunity to grasp his firm, muscled buttocks and run her nails into the flesh. Nick was beside himself with agony. He had never hungered for release like he did now. The desire for blood was getting almost impossible to control. He thought perhaps if he only allowed himself a few drops it might help the thirst to subside, but deep inside he knew that wouldn't work. He knew that with that first taste he would never be able to stop. As his orgasm approached, he had to allow the sensations to wash over him in order to fight for control and when it finally hit, Danielle felt the blood spurt down her throat and she swallowed it all, then licked up the small amount that trickled down his shaft. "Well Nick, I must say, I'm very surprised that you've managed to go this far without giving in. Hmmm, let's see if we can do something about that." A fiendish smile spread across her face as she continued. "I have a very special treat for you." His brow furrowed in confusion and in response to this, Danielle reached her hands down between her legs and found the string that was nestled there between her labia. As she pulled out the blood-soaked tampon, Nick's eyes began to change colour again. She positioned herself over his mouth and watched as his tongue flicked out at the blood running down her thighs. He licked eagerly at what she was offering the instant he had realized that drinking from her in this way would not kill her. The electricity that shot through his body was as audible as a hiss. He wanted more of her, he didn't want to stop. He plunged his tongue deep inside the hot, tight opening and let the blood drip down his throat. Then he slipped his tongue between the swollen pink lips and moved towards her aching, sensitive clit. Her hips moved above him as he licked and sucked at the tender spot, causing another orgasm to swell within her. Her pussy was always extremely sensitive at this time of the month and it made her orgasms even more powerful than usual. When she finally came, the contractions seemed to reach down to her toes and for a moment she was afraid she might actually smother poor Nick. After the tremors subsided, she moved away from him and when she looked behind her she found that his erection had returned full force. "Mmmm, that certainly hit the spot for me. How about you, did you enjoy your surprise? Actually, I believe that nice big hard-on you have there pretty much says it all, doesn't it? But you're still not satisfied are you? Your body still hungers for more. It hungers for what's inside me, for what's inside that crate. Well I told you you could have them all. Every last drop." He knew she was right. He had been fighting so long and hard he wasn't sure anymore if he wanted to beg her for the blood or beg her to leave him be. He was now afraid that by allowing himself that short moment of pleasure he had crossed a line he shouldn't have. It had been easy to feed from her knowing it wouldn't kill her but drinking from those bottles was something that his conscience could not deal with. He had only had a moment's peace before Danielle reached over and began uncorking all the bottles in the crate. As she removed each cork the scent of the blood wafted through the air, surrounding and intoxicating Nick, almost to the point of insanity. It was exactly the reaction she was hoping for. "There, does that help? I was hoping it might make your decision that much easier to make. Besides, I don't want to waste any time uncorking the bottles when you finally do ask for them.", she said. "Trust me, I won't.", he answered, mustering up any resolve he had left at this point. She looked at him with a grin and an evil look in her eyes. "Not even while you're fucking me?", she asked. "No.", he answered with determination. "You mean even when you're inside me and your cock is about to burst and my nails are running down your chest, digging into your flesh, you still won't give in? Even then you won't let the bloodthirst take over?", she asked, tauntingly. "Never!", he spat out between gritted teeth. "Hmmm...", she murmured, contemplating his last remark. With that, she turned her attention back to his hardened organ and began stroking the shaft while running her tongue around the glans. Once again she heard that familiar moan coming from his lips as his body tensed in anticipation of what was coming next. With one leg on either side of him, she straddled his hips and while keeping her grip on his cock she slowly lowered herself down towards it. The instant that the throbbing, sensitive head came into contact with her slickness, Nick's eyes shut and his ass ground into the bed in an effort to pull away from her but, of course, he realized it was no use. She was dying to impale herself on the stiffened rod beneath her but instead she decided to go slowly and savor the sensation of her moist tunnel enveloping him inch by agonizing inch. As he slipped deeper inside her wetness he had to fight the incredible urge building inside that made him want to kill her. When he was completely inside her she held him there for a moment before beginning to move up and down the length of him. , she thought, . As the speed and intensity of their thrusts increased she heard the most incredible, animalistic sounds coming from both of them. She found herself moaning and grunting and gasping for breath while she heard Nick growling and snarling everytime his hips came up off the bed to meet hers. She had barely noticed his eyes turn gold and his fangs extend fully into his mouth. As he felt her muscles grip his erection he lost the ability to block out the sensations he was feeling. They were engulfing him and the air was now completely saturated with the scent of blood. His eyes traveled back and forth between the bottles in the crate and the sight of her amazing body writhing over him. His veins burned and throbbed with the need to feed while her heartbeat pounded in his ears. The sound of the blood pulsing through her veins caused memories to come flooding back to him. He remembered with clarity how good it had once felt to feed without remorse. He remembered how their essence flowed throughout him and the sensuousness of his victim's bodies struggling and straining against him as their lives poured into his veins. As the last hundred years of built-up hunger came to the forefront he seriously considered drinking the blood Danielle had brought with her. And then, while still struggling with this thought, he felt Danielle's hand reach behind her and cup his testicles. She squeezed the sensitive pouch and when her nails scratched along the surface he thought he would lose his senses. He never remembered making the conscious decision to ask for the blood, he never even remembered hearing himself beg her for it. But he was most definitely aware of drinking it now and as it filled his veins he knew he could not stop. He drank bottle after bottle after bottle of blood as she poured it down his throat and it felt as though there would never be enough to satisfy the thirst he had suppressed for so many decades. She had known that when she reached out to fondle his testicles that it would push him over the edge and she had been right. She had hardly believed her ears when she heard him beg her for the blood. "Now!", he had screamed at her. "Give it to me...now! Please...the blood. I want the blood. Please!", he had begged. She had reached down into the crate and immediately began to pour the liquid into his mouth. It had spilt onto his face and the bedsheets and he had gone for it like a starved, wild animal. It scared her to see him like this but it also excited her. The killer in him thrilled her and added an extra edge to her desire that mixed with her fear to produce the most intense orgasm she had ever felt in her life. Nick had orgasmed only moments after she had and as they both began to relax, her body collapsed on top of his. His chest heaved beneath her breasts and she felt his erection subside within her. As she rested against him, she suddenly felt his fangs at her throat but then she now knew she could trust him. He would be able to control himself and so she allowed him to bite into her neck. His teeth gently broke through her flesh with only a slight sting and he tasted sweetness in her blood. It warmed him like nothing else had. He drank for only a second and then broke away from her, placing a kiss on the wounds he had just made. She never felt quite as languid and euphoric as she did now, lying against him and she wished she never had to leave his bed. Unfortunately, it was time for her to go, but before she left she removed the cloths from his handcuffs so that he would be able to break free of them once she was gone. She then collected her clothes off the bed and began to make her way to the door. When she reached the door she turned back to take one last look at Nick and felt her face flush with colour. "Nick.", she said. "Yes?", he answered. "Same time next month?", she asked. "Sure, can't wait.", he answered her again. The last thing she saw as she walked out the door was that mischevious grin of his that she had come to know so well. The End All comments (except flames) welcome at: izabela@oanet.com Izzy Izabela@oanet.com Dark Knightie / GWDFC / UFer / Ravenette "Then maybe you'd like to die a little" - NK in FtB Rage Against the Dying of the Knight!!!