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A Thing That Goes Hump in the Night
by Anonymous Author (1997)
***
A woman is attracted by a mysterious man, she doesn't
know why, but she submits to his every need without
protest. (MF, fantasy, rom)
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Even a job as a research scientist could get boring,
although Erica would never have believed that in
college. Her mind kept wandering to times when she had
been so bored and miserable in high school. The times
she had felt like nothing would go right again.
The feeling hadn't exactly returned, but she wanted
more excitement. She had seen all kinds of movies and
had thought that the "heroes" of the stories had been
incredible fools to turn away from romance and fantasy
when it had been offered to them. They almost always
opted for the ordinary.
She looked out the window. The night was cool but not
too cold and the moon was just a sliver from being
full. A walk would cheer her up she decided. She pulled
on her full length leather coat over her jeans and
shirt. She belted it tightly around her waist and
breathed in deeply. All those dime store horror books
had gotten one thing right; it was definitely possible
to taste the night. Erica started walking briskly down
her driveway and around the block. As she rounded the
corner, she saw him.
He was leaning against the lamppost. His snug leather
pants, belted tight around his lean waist, showed off
every muscle in his long legs. His loose button up
shirt matched his pants; dark deep and black. The kind
of black that you could fall into and get lost in. All
of a sudden, despite the cool night, Erica felt as if
she had too many clothes on. Her jeans that had been so
comfortable a minute ago were now too close and itchy.
Not too mention damp she thought to herself.
Then he looked toward her and she was able to see his
face. The smooth jaw line and high cheekbones; the
soft, perfect lips that curled into a smile when he saw
her. He turned and started walking. As if he had spoken
aloud to her, she heard the words; "Follow me."
She eagerly obeyed them.
His boot heels clicked on the cold pavement as he
turned down a darkened alley. Without a moment's
hesitation, Erica did the same... and came face to face
with him. He reached out and took her face in his
hands. Suddenly she knew his name was Annick and he was
from France from a town called Lutece. Erica knew she
had heard the name of that town before but she couldn't
possibly care now. Now all she wanted was this
wonderful strange Annick to show her if European men
really were better at screwing around than Americans.
Annick slid his hands down her back to her butt and
squeezed lightly, pulling her against him. She moaned
and looked into his yellow-gold eyes, losing herself in
their silver flecks.
Annick pulled her further into the alley and she saw a
small door through which he led her. Inside there was
almost no light. Annick pulled a lighter from his
pocket and started to light the many candles that were
scattered all over the room. Erica sat down on the bed
that was there and soon it seemed bright as day. Annick
lit the last candle and turned toward her.
There was an animal's need in his gilded eyes as he
crawled across the mattress like a panther stalking
it's prey. He pulled off her boots as he reached her
feet. Pushing her coat aside, his hands slid slowly up
the inside of her legs to her crotch and up the line of
buttons that fastened her jeans. Straddling her legs,
he unbelted the coat and opened it. He then moved down
again and began to pull at the button of her jeans with
his teeth. One by one they came undone and Erica
reached down to run her fingers through his fire red
hair. He looked up at her and her scientist's eyes
noted the unusual fact that he had no freckles like a
redhead should have had.
She grinned at him and pulled her arms out of the
sleeves of her coat as Annick got her jeans and pants
out of the way with an easy tug. Leaning forward, she
put her arms around his waist and pulled him up against
her. Rubbing her hips against his she pulled his shirt
back off his shoulders and began to kiss and run her
tongue over the smooth pale skin and then up the side
of his neck to underneath his chin.
She smiled as he leaned his head back moaning. He
sounded like the animal he had looked like. Then she
gasped. His canine teeth were extending down into two
inch fangs. The heat between her legs increased as she
realized what he was and she rubbed her thighs up
against the insides of his. He had bent backward almost
double over her arms and now he flipped back up and
tackled her to the bed with inhuman speed. He's used to
a fight, Erica thought.
She grinned and took him off guard by tightly
encircling his waist with her legs. His golden eyes,
now tinged with red, looked at her in wonder then his
smile broadened again and he leaned down to her
stomach. As he unbuttoned her shirt he let his tongue
trace a slippery wet path up her flat belly and she put
her hands behind his head, arching her body up. She
felt his sharp fangs on either side of his tongue
against her stomach and breasts as he licked off the
salt sweat accumulating on her body.
Unhooking her bra, he licked around the nipple of one
of her breasts before sucking hard. Erica moaned and
twisted herself so to present him with the other nipple
which he sucked at and played with as his hands roamed
over every inch and crevasse on her body. He touch was
electric and just when Erica thought she could stand it
no more, she grabbed his face and lifted it to her own,
laying kisses on those prefect lips.
She slipped her tongue between his lips and ran it up
along Annick's and then back against the roof of his
mouth. She let it curl around one of his long, smooth
fangs before letting him pull back. Sliding her hands
over his unnaturally cool flesh she could feel his
muscles, hard toned under his pale skin.
Reaching for his pants she found an even harder
treasure yet. She rolled over on top of him and
straddled his waist, pinning him to the bed. He raised
one eyebrow in a playful expression as she pulled her
own shirt from her shoulder then proceeded to strip him
as well. Every horror book she had read about vampires
not being able to get it up could go to hell in a hand
basket as far as Annick was concerned.
She licked her hands well, watching Annick's sharp eyes
hungrily follow her tongue as she slowly licked up and
down the length of each of her long fingers. She began
to rub her wet hands up and down Annick's long thick
cock. Rub then squeeze, rub then squeeze. He tensed
under her and let out a deep throated moan. She ran her
hands over his whole body, exploring everywhere before
pulling him into a kneeling position in front of her.
His hands were on her butt now and slowly moved down
between her legs where you could have drowned an army.
Erica didn't want an army, though.
She wanted Annick, every gorgeous inch of him. As if
reading her mind he pulled her closer and using his
knees to spread her thighs apart, easily slid into her.
Weak with pleasure, Erica would have toppled over if
Annick hadn't been so strong, holding them both
upright. He bucked his hips, jamming himself deeper and
deeper inside her.
Erica felt her muscles start to contract and clench
around him. Please, Annick! she wanted to scream. More,
MORE! He jammed into her up to his balls and she hit
the most incredible orgasm of her life; pleasure so
hot, so burning, so intense you could almost mistake it
for pain. Annick buried his head in her hair against
her shoulder and crushed her body to his own.
After a minute, he pulled out of her, but Erica wasn't
done with him yet. Pushing him down to the bed, she
pinned his arms down above his head. She knew he had
the strength to resist her, even to throw her against
the wall, but he put up no fight and let himself be
held down. Erica pressed her breasts to his stomach and
rubbed them up the length of his body. Her rock hard
nipples tracing along his ribs. She blew her warm
breath against his chest like a feather's touch and
moving slowly back and forth, she moved up to his neck.
His moans drove her wild as she bit down on the soft
skin. She felt him swallow under the pressure of her
teeth. His muscles flexed against her hands as she held
him down; she felt his lean body writhe under her own.
With one more hard nip to the underside of his chin,
she remounted her demon stallion. Not all at once,
though. Never all at once. She lowered her hips letting
just his head slide into her before pulling up.
Lowering herself again, she came down on him and let
him have a little more. Annick squirmed and howled; he
was more than ready for her. With a sadistic smile she
lowered her hips once more, still only letting him have
a little more than before. Then without warning, she
sat down on him, driving him deep between her legs.
Releasing his wrists, she tickled the soft furry sack
between his legs then squeezed. Annick arched his back
up from the bed then reached down to let his fingers
explore her; tracing the mouth of her pussy where it
was stretched around him and tickling her clit ever so
lightly that it drove her senses mad.
Holding her waist now, he let his hips rise and fall
rhythmically. She came again, better than before, only
Annick came with her this time, laying back his head
and baying like a wolf as he pumped into her. Claws she
hadn't noticed before shredded the sheets and mattress
on either side of them to shreds. The candlelight
glinted off his razor fangs as he lithely rolled over
onto her almost faster than her eyes could follow.
He pulled out quickly and jammed himself into her again
and again until Erica thought she'd gone to seventh
heaven. He nestled his face against her shoulder and
pulled her up vertical against him as Erica leaned her
head back and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck
and head in return.
Erica lay back against the bed, wonderfully exhausted,
as Annick withdrew from her. There was a strange shine
to his eyes that started to make her hot all over again
but she was tired. So tired. Again as if he had spoken
aloud, she heard; "Ma chere, ma chere. Sleep you need
now." She watched the candlelight through Annick's
fiery hair and her eyes came to rest on the thin
trickle of red from the corner of his mouth. She fell
asleep.
When she awoke it was daylight and she was lying on her
sofa. She went to the hall mirror and looked in. There
she saw two small pairs of sores over the carotid
artery in her neck. So that wasn't a dream! She went
through the day walking on air. Unable to wait for
nightfall, she retraced her steps to find Annick's
alley, but she hunted in vain; Annick had been careful
not to let her notice where he had taken her.
As night fell, she sat down under a streetlamp in
despair and began to play with the little pebbles at
the side of the street. The sound of a barking dog made
her look up and she saw Annick standing just out of
range of the light. Without a word, she walked up to
him and, putting her arms around his neck, kissed him
full on the lips. When they finally parted, she
suddenly remembered where she had heard of the town
Lutece before. It was a very ancient name for Paris.
"Take me back to Paris with you," she whispered.
Annick looked at her in disbelief. He sent a thousand
images to her mind about what it was to be like him and
what she was asking. "We'll have forever," she said
with a greedy lusty smile that promised so much more
than the tip of the iceberg they had seen last night.
Annick grinned and released her. He walked off a short
way, then turned, looking at her playfully.
Infinitely warmer and more loving than the first time
she had heard it, the voice in her mind said, "Follow
me, ma chere."
And she did, infinitely more eagerly than before.
END
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