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The Moonlight Sonata
by Knightstar
199801/02
"The Moonlight Sonata." Nick, clothed only in a black silk dressing gown, settled in front of his baby grand and let his hands slide onto familiar places upon the keys. The lovely light notes of
Beethoven's Opus 27, no. 2 softly chimed into the room, beguiled gently into being under his long thin fingers. Nick closed his eyes and thought, "Nothing else on this earth is as beautiful as the Master's music."
The sweet serene music filled the loft; the shutters not yet open to let in the night. Even if Nick didn't possess the vampire's ability for perfect memory, Nick wouldn't have needed sheet music to
play this particular piece. His fingers slipped from one well-worn ivory to another with long familiarity with the fantasia. His bare feet, heedless of the cold, worked the brass damper pedals with deftness and surety.
Nick allowed the heavy sensuality of the music composed almost two centuries ago to wash through him. Remembering the exhortations of the composer, Nick knew exactly what movement Beethoven had wanted played forte and what was to be played pianissimo. As he moved from
the Adagio Sostenuto into the shorter but faster Allegretto, he could hear the master bellow that missed notes and passages were excusable since time and practice would cure those ills but to not play with passion was an absolute abomination.
Behind his closed eyes, Nick could see the composer clearly. It had been the early years of the 1800s in Vienna. Beethoven's coal black hair had been cut in the Titian style, his gray frock coat in
desperate need of cleaning, and his neck cloth askew. His ears were stuffed full of cotton wool that had been dipped in some restorative yellow fluid; Beethoven's hearing was just beginning to give way to the deafness that would mark the remainder of his life. But the Master's hands-oh, his hands-were huge and forceful, easily able to cover an octave and more, with fingertips broad but unerringly
accurate as they attacked the keyboard in wild intemperate command.
The brocaded silk of Nick's long sleeves swayed violently as his playing grew more aggressive with the third movement. The gold cord that bound his gown together had fallen between his legs and the fringed tassels on the knotted ends caught on the fine hairs of his exposed thighs. The dancing of his feet upon the damper pedals had caused the black silk to fall back so that his flesh shone palely in one smooth line from his waist to his finely toned calves. Nick thought how Beethoven had originally meant for the sonata to be played *senza sordini*- without the use of damper pedals. That was because his Walter forte piano, the best instrument available at the
time, had limited tonal qualities but as better pianos became available many musicians began to use pedals to emphasize the beauty of the notes. That was far from the only thing that had changed. The Master himself had never heard this work referred to as the Moonlight Sonata. That had been coined by the wild raptures of one Ludwig Rellstab who, desperate to put how he felt about the passionate music into words, had compared the sonata to the appearance of Lake Lucerne as seen from a boat by moonlight. The name stuck. And the response of generations of people remained as well as they experienced powerful emotions when the sonata was played by a master musician's
hand. The way Beethoven had meant it to be heard.
Nick feared his lack of a soul kept him from achieving the passion with which this piece should be played.
The movement thundered into the final fermata. Nick held the final chord until the overpowering command of the music within him demanded that he slip back into the light gentle notes of the adagio
again.
Nick heard a sigh of contentment, and twisting slightly, he opened his eyes to see Natalie, fresh from the shower and dressed simply in a white satin robe, as she stood by the stairway. Her eyes
were closed and her face appeared as if she were drinking in the music as well. More proof that Beethoven, even over the centuries, had power to move and enthrall.
'I was wrong,' Nick decided silently. Even Beethoven's music was tawdry compared to the exquisite perfection of his wife. Her face was reposed as charmingly as a glazed terra cotta by Luca della Robbia, her chestnut hair curled about her face with the wildness and finality of a da Vinci madonna, the light from the kitchen causing the ends to glisten like a halo, glittering and sparkling. He was keenly aware of her ginger spice aroma, adding to the allure of her slight form swaying with the sensual tempo.
The notes under his hands began to slow and fade as he prepared to rise. Nat opened her eyes, a slight crease between her brows. She murmured in protest. "No. Don't stop."
Nick obeyed her command, his fingers splaying into chords so that the mood didn't dissipate.
Her forehead smoothed, and the smile she rested on him was loving, gentle, teasing, and trustful. She mouthed silently, "I love you."
He smiled back at her, repeating her words as soundlessly so that her enjoyment of the music wouldn't be marred. He could feel her love for him radiate and pulse with every beat of her heart.
As one movement flowed into another, she stirred and he followed her lithe form with his eyes as she glided about the room to turn off the lamps and the overhead lights. Slowly and gracefully, in tempo with the sonata, she lit the candles that dotted the loft's living space. Like the passing of twilight into true night, the room took on the ambiance of a star-filled sky. The velvety black of the darkness contrasted sharply with the lit votives, gloriously twinkling like heavenly bodies. The chords of the great composer continued to enthrall them.
Natalie moved toward the windows and swung the shutters open, letting in the cool evening breeze. Moonlight spilled into the room, bleaching the skin of her profile as she stood, eyes closed, with her face turned into the caressing beams of the night's light. He watched enviously as the wind blew back the soft silk against her skin, exposing every curve of her slender figure. Nick noted how it showed the full swell of her breast, accentuating where her nipples had hardened in protest against the lowering temperature, in addition to outlining the roundness of her thighs, and the smooth contours of her long legs. An errant, stronger gust of air caused her robe to billow and float, so he could see through it like gauze, the material suddenly as translucent as if it didn't exist at all. The wild
ringlets of her hair shone darkly against her colorless skin.
He was happy that nothing but the thin silk of his robe constrained him. Jeans, pajamas, even his loose boxers would have been impossible to bear. He wanted her. Her beauty and the genius
of the music were melding into a perfection that was impossible to resist.
She turned, then, to look at him. He could tell she was lost in the enchantment of the music and the moment as he was. Slowly, languorously she moved her hands up to the glittering fasteners that
held the robe together under her throat and over the curve of her breast. She swayed lightly with the melodic line, grasped the edges of the satin lightly in her fingers and pulled the thin fabric to the
width of her shoulders in a slow, sensual movement. Nick swallowed as she released the fabric and allowed it to slither to the floor. Nick imagined he heard it rustling even through the pulsing of the
blood in his ears and the rich tones of the baby grand as it swirled about the room.
Her body cast a spell as binding on him as the fantasia. Her chin high, her exquisite form was exposed in soft smooth supple lines from her long throat to the deep dark cleft of her breasts. Her
prominent nipples cast shadows on the aureoles that encircled them. The need to suckle them was so strong that he felt his mouth begin to water. The outline of her body curved inward to a narrow waist before swelling softly to full hips. His eyes were drawn irresistibly to the triangular shadow at the apex of her thighs. The remembrance of past pleasures caused the chords to rise in fortissimo
beneath his hands.
Natalie scooped up the candle she had set on the windowsill and began to walk toward him. The soft glow from the light held near the base of her throat illuminated her body in ways that caused his
body to pulse in primal depths of pleasure. One chord modulated into another. He strained against the need to continue playing, fighting the strong desire to sweep her up into his arms as she posed her nude body by the opened casing of the piano, facing him, smiling gently, seductively lost in a world of musical sensation. Natalie lifted her candle and lit the candelabra, so that the gold light reflected off her nipples and the swift rising and falling of his hands as they splayed across the keyboard. Nick knew if the sonata should cease, so would the spell that bound them together in such perfect harmony.
Nick was vibrantly aware of every thing that pressed against his senses: the ginger aroma of Natalie's blood, the warmth from the array of small sparkles atop the wax tapers, the slickness of the
thin silk on his shoulder, the comforting familiarity of the hairline scratch along the C sharp, the coolness of the brass on the pads of his feet, the arousing caress of the tassels as they caught
on his straining manhood,
Natalie swayed with the music for a space before setting her candle beside the brightly burning candelabra. She slid behind Nick, her slim fingers gliding upon his shoulders and pressed them forward till they came to rest on his chest under the silk. Nick groaned slightly as she caressed the muscles of his chest. Slowly she began to draw back the slick fabric, up and over his shoulders. He felt her lips press against the flesh of one exposed shoulder, then drowned in a wave of desire as she trailed a line of kisses around the back of his neck to his other shoulder. He shivered violently
in need.
Abruptly, she was standing straight again, but before he could protest, he felt her breasts against his head as she pushed along one of his sleeves, working the material to the point where he could
easily remove his arm. He resisted the impulse to turn and take one of the nipples into his mouth as he concentrated on playing one handed as she slipped the sleeve off one arm, and then the other.
The black brocade silk pooled about his waist. She stroked his shoulders and fingered his nipples as he moved from Presto Agitato to the Adagio again. The need to relieve the pressure that was building up inside him grew insurmountably. Natalie bent over him, arms about his waist, fingers inches away from his erection. Nick moved unconsciously to brush his straining penis against her in some way. To his continued agony, she avoided touching his turgid shaft, untied the corded belt and pulled the tassels from between his legs with a long teasing movement. She flipped the silk back so that he was completely nude. Every nerve ending cried out to stop and take action, but he still played on.End of part one. Continued in part two. I promise. <G>
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She ran her fingers from his shoulder down by his armpits to his ribs to his hips, investigating the creases between his thighs and abdomen. Her hands rested on his thighs and he felt his legs tremble
as he continued to push the pedals in their proper order. He felt the swift drop of her kiss on his shoulder and the softness of her breasts as she pushed away from him. Before he could panic that she had deserted him in this stage of arousal, he saw her hands grasp the edges of the black lacquered piano bench on both sides of his hips. He followed her wordless instructions to rise; not missing a note on the board he removed his feet from the brass levers to steady himself and lifted his rear from the bench. She tugged the seat back several inches, snatching the gown completely out from beneath him. She pushed his bottom back to the seat. He no longer could reach the pedals.
He didn't care.
He agreed with Beethoven's original assessment that the Moonlight Sonata should be played without dampening the notes.
Naked now, he felt totally exposed. His shaft rose achingly upward into the air, throbbing with the beat of his melody and Beethoven's too. He could feel his scrotum sagging below the edge of the bench, his testicles clutching into tight balls of passion that begged to be released.
Natalie's nude form slipped to her knees by his side. He could see her being careful not to interrupt the movement of his arms. She slid underneath them and between his legs, her soft hands on each thigh, sun gold flesh pressed against moon pale skin, her face inches away from his engorged penis. She looked up at him.
There was more seriousness in her expression than mischief. Her eyes were glazed with as much passion as he felt, her body still rocked in tempo with the music. He adored her wide set eyes and her full lips, slightly parted so that the moisture between them glistened like the beads of light pink pre-cum that shone upon the apex of his shaft. The cascade of her chestnut curls ended right
above her breasts so that nothing interfered with the way the candlelight continued to show how thick her nipples were. They brushed the sides of his calves. His shaft throbbed and his hands trembled with the notes but he modulated the mutilated sharp into the next note and continued.
Languorously, she began to kiss along his inner knees up his right thigh. Closer to where he wanted her. Her tongue stopped a fraction short. He could feel the crush of her hair. Slowly she
repeated her movements on the smooth soft skin on the inside of the left leg. Soft feather kisses, small circles, trailing, alluring on the bare surface of his flesh, but always stopping just as she
reached the hot, pulsating center of his desire.
Then as the music crescendoed and his hands sharply struck the chords, her tongue touched the tip of his shaft and his notes stumbled. There was a fermata in a space the composer never intended
and Natalie's tongue lay still until he had collected himself enough to play the next note.
Her tongue swirled across the swollen glans straining upwards to be taken whole into her mouth. She caressed the sensitive area underneath the head with her open lips and licked down the front
veins to the place where the base joined the scrotum. He felt her tip one of his testicles forward. He fought for control as an explosion of pleasure overwhelmed him as she swirled the balled organ
with her tongue, feeling the gentle pull of the suction created by her mouth. His hips arched up and forward as she repeated the attention to the other testicle. Her lips gave way to caressing
fingers that sent currents of intense delight tingling throughout his body. Her tongue, more bold now, stroked upwards to the top of his shaft. Over and over, her lips stroked up and down, teasing the
tender skin, never too harsh, always with just the right pressure to bring him closer and closer to . . .
He felt her rearrange herself, felt her engorged nipples bounce against his thighs as one of her hands moved to embrace his hip, the other to take a firm hold on his shaft. She took him into her mouth, swallowing him completely.
The passage was supposed to be played delicately and light. It was neither as Nick's hands followed the intense pressure of the rising passion. His notes trembled violently as she increased the
tempo of the strokes of her mouth up and down on his shaft.
He could smell her, wanted to consume the tang of blood that sang through her veins. Moonlight flooded over the piano, down upon his hands, through his arms, and onto the agitato movement of his lover. He could see his throbbing penis appearing and disappearing into the warm vacuum of Natalie's mouth, the skin surging up and down, playing her own version of the Moonlight Sonata upon his body-- a fantasy that he hadn't ever imagined Beethoven to mean.
He closed his eyes in the increasing pleasure-pain, the light from the moon and the candelabra suddenly blinding him as surely as the sun.
He heard a low mewling sound in Natalie's throat below him. He growled in counterpoint, as the beat and pulse of her hands, her lips, the increased tempo of the music took him higher and higher in
crescendo.
The last chord of the sonata peaked at an explosive gesture of his hands and his body exploded into searing waves of ecstasy. His ears heard nothing but the beating of her heart and the echoes of
the intemperate chords. He WAS the music, cresendoing and maintaining the rapture until, finally, her blood flooded into his mouth, so he could experience her joy in the music, her ecstasy in their meeting. Her love was as timeless as the sonata, as eternal as the moonlight.
Slowly, slowly it ebbed, and Nick became aware that Nat was clutched in his arms, his fangs embedded in her neck. Her thick chestnut hair was permeated with the flowery smell of her shampoo and the musk of his semen, but above all he was aware of her love and trust flowing completely and satisfactorily into him.
He scooted back onto the bench a little more securely, his scrotum bouncing against the wood, sending another smaller spasm of pleasure through him. He sought Natalie's lips, adjusting his arms
to hoist her up so that she balanced on his thigh. Her eyes slowly opened to meet his as he brushed away the heavy curls that had matted about her face and smiled. Her deep blue eyes reflected more than just the moonlight-in them he read the deep satisfaction and love that matched the faith and trust he had tasted in her blood.
Nick bent forward to touch his lips to her. "I love you, Natalie. Beethoven dedicated this piece to the Countess Guilietta, but I think it was meant for you."
Her voice was breathless and light, "The passion in it was meant for the both of us. I love you, Nick."
He buried his face in her hair. Time passed and he felt rather than saw the moon as it continued along it's nightly journey. Slowly, he became aware of Natalie's warm hand on his, tugging it toward her breast. He was happy to comply, stroking the nipple, letting her head fall back so he could see her face. Her expression was decidedly more mischievous.
"You are a wonderful musician."
The giggle in her tone let him know she was leading up to something. "Um, thank you. I have had wonderful teachers. Beethoven was just one of many."
"You've learned to play many instruments?"
He hedged at the impish turn of her mouth. "A few."
She twisted sensuously in his arms. "I need to be played, too."
Nick's lips began to curve upward in an answering smile. "Like an instrument?"
"Yes, I want to be played just as masterfully as this piano."
"The Instrument becomes an extension of the Player."
"Oh, I'll take the Player and his Extension!"
Before she could speak another word, Nick leaned forward and silenced her with his lips. Long fingers that had coaxed so much beauty from the keyboard now caressed the nubs of her breasts so that they stood out like the ebony keys among the ivories. Immediately he became aware of a flow of moisture onto his thighs from her highly aroused body. His hunger for her blood rose sharply at the smell of her desire for him. He allowed it to mix and augment his rising passion. He let her lean back more so he could take one of her nipples into his mouth, his more than human strength able to support her with one arm and hand. He used the other hand to trace lines and circles on her rib cage down and across her thigh, very much like she had done to him earlier. Unlike Natalie, however, he found he couldn't prolong the moment before he touched the heart of her womanhood. Her thighs slid apart eagerly as he stroked through the thick patch of chestnut to find her nub, already swelled and throbbing, much like his own shaft as it lifted and thickened in response to his rising passion.
He stroked her clitoris lightly, the thick lubrication easing the way for his fingers. She groaned into his throat. His hand, used to stretching well over an octave, had no problem inserting a finger into
her opening while the thumb continued to play sweet havoc on her engorged nub. In his mind, remnants of the Moonlight sonata rose to inflame his passion. He found himself thrusting one finger, then two inside her in time with the fantasia. She gasped in pleasure, he could feel her trembling as she sought to clutch him closer. In the breathlessness of her voice, he made out the refrain from the sonata that colored the timing of his hand.
Upon that slight hum he flew into action. He cradled Natalie's nude body between his body and arm with his great strength. Moving with vampiric speed, he removed the prop from the opened casing over the strings and cushioned the covering down with an elbow to create a flat surface. Gently he laid Natalie across the black surface so that her hips and torso were supported but her legs dangled openly at the edge. He snatched up the long discarded black gown, and rolling it into a loose bolster, he slipped it under the small of her back for support.
Natalie's expression reflected her confusion at her abrupt displacement. Belatedly, Nick realized that being whirled from his arms to the top of the piano might have been unsettling. Quickly he
fit his body between her legs, his penis pressing against the soaked thatch of curls as he leaned over to press his lips against her forehead, between her eyes, and captured her bowed, open mouth with
his own. He could feel her breasts under his chest. He used one hand to comb the wild ringlets that tumbled about her face and the other to push through her pubic hair to find her clit and renew the throbs of pleasure for her.
In answer her knees jerked up to grasp his hips, her feet locking in an imprisoning grip behind him. The feel of her warm calves against his cool flesh was heavenly.
He pulled his body back from hers so he could see Natalie's face. Propping himself up with one arm, he noted with satisfaction that her eyes were closed in bliss, her mouth open and panting in exertion as her hips thrust upward toward the hand that still teased her so intimately. He enjoyed the high mounds of her breasts with the hardened nipples delineating the center of the darkened aureoles. Her hands grasped the lacquered edges of the piano for support, the black painted wood in sharp contrast with the pale fingers that twitched and squirmed as they fought for control. He loved the way her thighs were splayed out and the white skin exposed only for his eyes, his attention, and his caresses.
He watched the center of her passion as she rose and thrust and ground her body against his fingers and his throbbing penis held just beyond the opening of her core.
His need to be inside her was pushed beyond endurance. He levitated a few inches off the floor to help him position his shaft and he thrust forward eagerly.
Natalie moaned in satisfaction. Nick enjoyed the sensation of her vaginal muscles as they tightened and contracted about his penis. His vision blurred. The urge to move and surge against her was stronger than he could bear. He fell into a rhythm that matched the skittering of forte notes in his head, setting the tempo for his stroking fingers upon her clit. He was urged on by Natalie's guttural cries and inarticulate pleas and her body rose to meet his again and again.
Just as he didn't think he could hold back any longer, she jerked forward convulsively, her hands reaching blindly out for him, crying his name with an intensity that touched his soul.
Nick caught her up in his arms, his body pulsating and thrumming in ecstasy. He kissed her face over and over again as every nerve and sense in his body overloaded with joy and rapture. The need for blood-her blood- flooded him and he found it, in the sweet long neck trustingly offered to his eager fangs.
His long teeth neatly pierced her thin skin and his mouth filled with her crimson life force. That was all he needed. As he was filled with the physical essence of her love, the vampire's need calmed in satisfaction. In her blood he felt both the echoes of the soft tightly controlled Adagio of the Moonlight's first movement as well as the resounding rippling of intemperately hammered keys of the
third. Through it came the complete contentment that she felt because she was his instrument. That through her, Nick had found the passion that Beethoven had preached and shouted that he must find.
Bodies still joined, moonlight cascading over them, the tempo of the sonata still heaving through their veins, Nick gazed into the face of the woman he had come through centuries to find. "Natalie," he whispered, "You are nocturne, sonata, and symphony to me. You are point to my counterpoint, the melodic line to my harmony. Natalie, I love you."
Her eyes reflected all the powerful emotions surging and flowing through him. She whispered simply. "I love and trust you, Nick."
He crushed his Mortal Beloved to his chest, cherishing his perfect composition.The End
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