Date: Possibly May 27th, definately the last week of May.
Story Idea: LisaH
Authors: Brabant
The caddy pulled in front of the warehouse
as the moon slowly began its descent in the early morning sky. Natalie
had promised herself she would go straight home for a nice long bath to
relax, but found herself driven in a different direction. Something inside
her needed to be near someone. And that special someone her heart needed
to be near was Nick.
She saw the tail lights of the caddy burn
to a bright red as Nick put his foot on the brake to stop once inside the garage.
She pulled up behind him wondering if she was doing the right thing in
her vulnerable state. She had been on her feet all night after a high-speed
chase ended in a deadly 12 car accident. By all rights, he would be the
one she would come to in need of comfort, but lately his comfort seemed
to come with a certain yearning. One she dreamed of exploring, yet knew
the risks were too high to chance.
As she began to turn her car off, Nick walked
towards it, and opened the door in perfect gentlemanly fashion. She looked
away from him, blushing from the stirring within her that came from being
treated as such a lady.
"Nat?" he questioned. "Is
everything O.K.?" Natalie looked at him trying to bring forth some
decorum from her aroused state, but instead decided on the truth and replied,
"I just couldn't stay away." She watched as her warm, playful
smile lit up Nick's face. "Well in that case, I'm glad you came,"
he said as his boyish grin spread from ear to ear. It took Natalie only
seconds to return him to one of his happy-go-lucky moods with her revelation,
and he took her arm in his and proceeded into the elevator up to the loft.
As he pulled the door open, Natalie
smiled as she thought about how good it was to relax with someone else
around. The fact that her "special someone" just happened to
be a rather attractive blonde detective, was just icing on the cake. Right
now a comfortable couch, a good man, and a good glass of wine was about
all she could have dreamt for.
As they walked into the loft, Nick very gallantly offered to take Natalie's
coat. He went over to the closet and hung it up, making sure everything
was in its place. Natalie walked over to the squeaky leather couch and
sat down. Noticing the remote on the arm, she picked it up and turned on
the radio.
"Yes dearest listeners, it is I, the
Nightcrawler, driving you through the night. We continue on with tonight's
topic, the topic of mortal love. A love constricted by limitations of the
physical body. Desire released in muted tones, but much sought after by
those who would shun the beauty of an even fuller love offered."
Natalie stared at the radio, then stared
at Nick. LaCroix's nightly messages were not only way off the beaten track,
but seemed to always be indirectly aimed at Nick. It was almost as if he
could read Nick's very thoughts.
Nick was happily pouring her a glass of wine,
along with his own glass of blood wine. Natalie smiled to herself, then
listened further as Nick came around the couch and offered her the glass.
"Quite a start he's got tonight, don't
you think?" she smiled as she gave Nick a teasing look. "What's
that?" Nick questioned. "Mortal Love is the topic tonight,"
Nat replied. "Limitations of the physical body." Natalie stared
at Nick and strained to keep the cat who ate the canary smile off her face.
"I wonder why he chose that topic tonight..." she mused "...Nick?"
Nick stopped sipping his wine and looked playfully at her. "I have
no idea Natalie," he laughed.
"There comes a time in the life of all
men, when they are faced with a choice," LaCroix spoke into the microphone.
"To embrace that which is their very soul, or settle for less."
Nick sighed and shook his head, wondering why his master would ever believe
such words would affect his soul.
"Let us take, for example, the man filled
with deep passions, smoldering desires, sensual wantings that are his for
the very asking," he continued. "Why would such a man deny himself
these very gifts?"
Natalie turned to Nick and laughed. "Gee,
I dunno Nick. Why would such a man deny himself these very gifts?"
Nick raised his hand to Natalie's cheek and ran his fingertips very gently
along it. "It is not denial, my dear Natalie," Nick replied,
"but a chance to experience other exciting levels of the same."
Natalie brought her free hand up to his wrist and ran her fingers gently
over the back of his hand. "And what if your denial becomes the blockade
to my chance to experience other exciting levels?" Natalie queried
longingly.
"Mortal man spends his life in search
of the perfect woman, trying each new one on as he would an expensive leather
coat," LaCroix spoke. "And in the process, does he not satisfy
himself to ensure his choice for a mate is correct? Would he not take fair
damsel at her most vulnerable to test her limits of repose? I think so.
Yet there are others who fear to tread this very path. And so, dear listeners,
I will tell you a story this evening. A story of just how dearest, moving,
and banal love should be," he smiled, knowing the tale ahead would
be spoken specifically for his son.
Nick set his glass down on the table. He
leaned closer to Natalie and took her face in his hands, gently kissing
her forehead. Natalie closed her eyes, trying not to appear too obvious.
She enjoyed any affection Nick offered and many times it seemed to not
be enough.
"I will begin the story with our main
character, a noble crusader from the 13th century, LaCroix said as he began
to weave his tale. "Strong in conviction, he was a passionate creature.
Driven to fight for the church, he spent most of his young life maiming
and killing others in her name. She stole him away in the night, recognizing
the potential of one so passionate."
Natalie looked deeply into Nick's eyes, searching into the pain that had
come over him as he dropped his sight to his lap in remorse. Oddly enough,
he now saw what LaCroix must have seen in him when Janette first approached.
The killer that fought valiantly, if only for a name, and yet no true just
cause.
"The very church which embraced the
man, then acknowledged his efforts by awarding him his knighthood. And
so with sword in hand, he returned to his quest to save all for his mother
church. The young knight was honored from town to town as each dawn brought
before him a new victory," LaCroix continued.
Natalie gently reached out for Nick's chin
and brought it up to her warm loving eyes. She gently stroked his cheek
in comfort and smiled. Nick began to stir ever so slightly at her soft
touch and the remembrance of his earlier years.
"He rode upon a strong steed fighting
fiercely, yet was kept alone in his quest, no woman for his bed. And on
the road, he had no bed for himself," LaCroix spoke.
Nick placed gentle kisses along Natalie's
temples, her eyebrows, her nose, and her eyelashes as his master's voice
seducing voice continued over the airwaves. Even with such small acts of
affection, it was an effort trying comfortably to keep the beast at bay.
"As the days passed, our young knight
found a stirring deep inside, a passion within that would not be consoled,"
LaCroix went on. "And whence he came upon a small town, away from
the torture of war, he came to realize he could not hide that part of himself
any longer."
Nick very gingerly kissed Natalie on the
lips as if not to break a precious glass. She sighed softly as his lips
slowly left hers.
"Coming upon a great castle, he stabled his horse and was directly
invited to a great feast. A feast to be held in honor of the knights of
the land," LaCroix continued.
Nick tenderly kissed Natalie, one after the
other on her soft, warm, lips. Natalie seemed to be melting in his hands.
She tried in vain to find someplace to set her wine glass to allow her
to reciprocate and fill her senses with the man before her.
"At this feast the great knight took his fill of the land, sharing
his stories of conquest only when demanded. But the passion that throbbed
inside his very heart bode him to seek out another more fair," said
LaCroix.
Nick's kisses began to slowly become longer
and more intense. Completely overwhelmed by his gentleness, Natalie could
do nothing but hang on for dear life. He had overtaken her good senses.
For once, she felt no fear.
"Upon finishing the last of his feast,
the great crusader's eyes fell upon a lady of such exquisite beauty, he
saw no one else in the room," LaCroix continued. "From deep within
a fire raged, uncontrolled, unbridled, undenied. He knew he must have the
fair maiden, or cease to exist."
Natalie's lips parted as she offered her
mouth fully to Nick. LaCroix's words played images in her mind of a Nick
she had never known. And Nick, becoming ever the more stimulated by Natalie's
taste and the memories of his initial lust for Janette, overtook it. His
tongue starting slowly to explore and caress, became more insistent and
impatient to experience everything.
"Our knight took the beauty by the hand,
and lead her down a darkened hall, one of many within the great castle,"
LaCroix said as he wove his tale.
Nick's strong hands told of his urgency.
Natalie could feel them holding her head tightly, refusing to allow her
tongue, her lips to escape his. Her intention became stronger with every
dart of his tongue. They became one in motion, responding to each other
in perfect symmetry.
"And once inside the still dark hallway,
he took the beauty by her waist and kissed her with deep, earthy kisses...the
kisses of a man too long withheld," said LaCroix seductively through
the microphone.
Nick's hands began to slide down Natalie's
back. He pulled her hips tightly against him, and began kissing her fiercely.
Natalie, in turn, completely lost track of time and space and all of her
surroundings. She did not even recognize Nick, save the energy from the
soul who imprisoned her with his passion. She could only move passionately
in time against his hardness as his hands demanded.
"His strong, aroused body borne against
the beauty revealed itself. She was no longer able to resist." LaCroix
smiled as the words left his mouth. He could feel his son's bond as he
usually could. Except tonight, he truly was the one controlling the younger
vampire's emotions. "How mundane," LaCroix thought "that
the simplest of mortal words would be the most effective mode of destruction.
Tonight," he smiled ruefully, "Nicholas will truly be mine!"
Their kisses deepened further and further
until Nick's hands began to move towards Natalie's clothing. Nick, with
the ease of centuries of practice, carefully slid Natalie's suit coat off
her shoulders, and began to slip down her silky blouse, releasing one button
after another before Natalie even knew what was happening.
"The beauty's resistance of the crusader's
obvious intentions, only stood to spur him ever forward. His fierce mouth
devoured her lips, her neck, and made their way down to her ample bosom,"
LaCroix teased.
Their lips locked together in a fierce kisses,
Nick ran his hands gently under Natalie's blouse and pushed it away from
her shoulders and down her arms. Trapping Natalie's arms within the blouse,
he delicately took his fingers and pulled away the lacy straps of her bra,
allowing her breasts to peek over the top.
"The crusader's lust overtook him as
he devoured the fair maiden," LaCroix continued. "He drank from
her ample beauty longingly with his mouth and becoming so aroused she called
out meekly in the deserted hallway."
Natalie felt for a moment that she couldn't
breathe, didn't want to breathe. Released in her was a passion she had
never remembered as she heard LaCroix's sultry voice reverberating through
the large speakers.
"The maiden's soft cries echoing down
the halls of the great castle only inflamed our hero further into unabandoned
passion," LaCroix spoke.
Nick's kisses became fiercer and fiercer,
carrying Natalie away into a strange ecstasy. She felt his cold fingertips
playing gently with her hardened nipples, arousing every part of her warm
body. Bound by her blouse sleeves, straps and bra that had fallen down
around her waist, she could only struggle to get her hands on Nick.
"But the crusader overtook her moans
with even deeper kisses, as he lifted the fair maiden up into his arms.
Totally swept away, she clung to him as he carried her off to have his
way with her," said LaCroix smugly. He could feel Nick's resolve begin
to weaken through their bond. He smiled a satisfied smile as he felt the
subtle changes come over his son revealing the beast within that would
not be denied.
Natalie heaved an inward breath as Nick's
lips gave way. As her chest heaved, he pulled gently at her nipples as
his soft lips began to trail kisses down the nape of her neck.
"Once in the room, our fearless crusader
hastily laid the maiden upon a great bed, at which time he began to tear
fiercely at her garments. Her startled cries only spurred him on as he
tore away at the layers to reach the soft flesh hidden below," LaCroix
spoke.
Totally entranced by the taste of her soft
skin, Nick barely noticed the smell of her blood as he devoured her neck,
down to her breasts where his hands now played. Natalie called out to him,
but he barely heard her. She was struggling against her own garments to
get her hands free, to devour the man who's kisses were setting her on
fire. Instead of receiving his help, she was startled when his hands grabbed
her wrists, pinning them down. He became overcome with the memory of his
past dalliances, in the days before he lost his soul when men did as they
pleased with fair maidens. Nick devoured every inch of Natalie's bare skin,
pushing against the silken fabric of her blouse that still remained along
her sides and wrists.
"As our dear crusader finally reached
his mark, he took a moment to stare at the prize before him," LaCroix
continued. "Her beauty tore at his very soul, and soon he tore off
his own garments to be completely one with his prize."
Natalie cried out to Nick for mercy. "Please
Nick, let me go, I can't touch you!" Through his furious kissing he
could barely hear her voice. Natalie's body arched as he took her breast
in his mouth. The words of the Nightcrawler had overtaken his senses. He
began to believe he was mortal again, forgetting all else from that day
forward except the beauty of the woman in his grip.
Natalie's legs began to squirm against him
in pleasure. As she moved, they fell backwards onto the sofa, Nick's throbbing
hardness attacking her through his trousers and her skirt. "Nick Please!"
Natalie cried out. But something in Nick was refusing to yield just yet.
He took both her hands in one of his and slid his hand behind her, quickly
dispensing the button and unzipping the zipper that held up her skirt.
"Naked against her body," LaCroix
went on "our hero pleasured himself on the fair maiden without repose.
Every part of her body became his property, free to use in any fashion
he pleased."
Nick quickly pulled away the skirt from Natalie's
body. The chill of the cold air against her now moist panties sent her
into waves of unexpected orgasm in which her body bucked against his. Nick
continued to follow his desires furiously down Natalie's stomach towards
her overwhelming scent. With one hand he pulled away her panties, tearing
one side to allow him access to her grace. At once, he released his grip
on Natalie's wrists running his strong fingers down the inside of each thigh.
Then he slowly forced them apart and dove his face deep into her wetness, lapping at
her very core of pleasure like a parched cat.
Natalie's heart sprang as she felt him release
her wrists, yet as soon as she began to rid herself of the silken blouse
and bra, she found herself imprisoned by waves of ecstasy, Nick's strong
hands holding her soft thighs apart to make his way clear.
"Drunk with the scent of the fair maiden
and satiated with the charms of her skin, our hero made the final sacrifice,
plunging deep into her, sending her into fits of pleasure uncommon for
the times," said LaCroix grinning evilly. He could feel his son about
to release the beast within.
Upon hearing his masters voice release the
words "deep" from his lips over the air waves, Nick dove his
strong tongue deep into Natalie's womanhood. Natalie was completely unraveled
as she felt the strength of his tongue plunge deep within her and she cried
out unconsciously, "Oh God, Nick, Nick, take me now!!!"
Between earth-shattering orgasms which she
was sure would eventually rip Nick's head off with her thighs, she pulled
at her blouse, ripping off the buttons on her sleeves. Her hands made a
made grasp for his blonde locks. She pulled with all her might to release
his crazed tongue from her throbbing center of pleasure, wanting his manhood
so deeply inside her.
Wild in his fantasy of the crusader with
LaCroix's soft, tantalizing voice driving him ever forward, Nick was completely
unaware how far he had gone, and what he had left behind. He was suddenly
shocked back to reality as Natalie rather painfully pulled the hair on
the top of his head. He pulled his face, dripping with her ecstasy away
from its stronghold, his eyes turning golden and roared a feral growl.
"Nick, Nick, please take me now, I have to have you inside me,"
Natalie pleaded.
"The fair maiden screamed with each
wave of pleasure as the knight plunged deep within her depths again.....and
again.....and again," LaCroix dragged on. "Our crusader lost
track of all time and space and released the BEAST from within, fulfilling
her every desire again......and again......and again," LaCroix said
smiling. He knew how subtle suggestion could be and was sure to highlight
the word "beast" in his story.
Natalie surging with waves of pleasure never
opened her eyes and barely heard the low growl that announced Nick's apparent
physical change. "NATALIE!!!" he demanded. Natalie, completely
overcome with desire, grabbed his strong shoulders and pulled him down
on top of her body. Nick's lips were forced to hers as she sought him out,
grinding against his hardness and struggling with his remaining garments
that kept them apart.
As she met his lips with her opened ones,
her tongue darted into his mouth errantly. She was too distracted tearing
away the clothing that separated her from his prize, now so hard it felt
as though it had turned to stone. "In......in.....in," Natalie
gasped between kisses. She grabbed his buttocks and pulled him grinding
against her, begging his body to follow her request. Nick heard the words
come from his master's lips..."released the beast from within, again
and again and again." He hysterically pulled his face away from her
lips, unable to separate his already searching manhood from her wetness.
"NATALIE, LOOK AT ME!!!" he growled.
His fangs finally descended, he could no longer control himself. He fought
to keep his mouth away from her neck, but with each word his master spoke,
his manhood searched out its goal and would not be restrained.
Natalie looked into his eyes, wild with passion.
His hardness inside her pumping deeply against that one spot deep within
her that sent her into multiple orgasms, she could not be dissuaded. "Nick,
Nick," she gasped, pulling him down towards her neck against his will.
"Do it please, do it now Nick," she begged him in labored passion.
"I want to feel all of you Nick, please
take me," she continued to beg as his hardness sent her into body-wracking
orgasm after body-wracking orgasm. Nick reared his head and growled deeply,
daring to release even the tiniest amount of control over the beast. He
lunged at Natalie's neck deeply kissing down the nape of it, taking more
and more of her into his mouth as he got closer to the sweet spot where
her vein pulsed at him.
LaCroix pulled himself back in his chair
as a sense of euphoria welled over him and his own eyes turned golden.
"Ah, my son, you have finally come back to me," he sent out to
Nicholas over their bond.
Hearing the words in his master's bond, and
Natalie's cries for him to take her, he plunged himself one last time deeply
into her throbbing wet core, releasing bloody cold semen deep within her
warmth, and dug his fangs deep into her neck. Natalie wrapped her arms
around him as the sensual pleasure of his cold orgasm jetted deep within
her warmth and the pain of the sharpness of his fangs delved into her neck.
Her eyes glazed over as she began to see pictures of his life float before
her.
Nick shuddered as her warm blood ran over his tongue, filling him with
such a great unconditional love, he could do nothing more than to allow
it to continue to flow into him. His beast grew wilder wanting to possess
even more of her as each of her thoughts, her memories flooded his mind.
LaCroix leaned back into his chair enjoying
the warmth and excitement, the passion that coursed through his son's bond.
"Once completely satiated, our hero fell upon the fair maiden and
into a deep, deep sleep." LaCroix smiled one last satisfied smile.
"Which just goes to show, dear listeners, that you may try to take
the man out of the beast, but you can never take the beast out of the man."
He paused for a minute, allowing the moral of the story to sink in well.
"I am, and will always be, the Nightcrawler - back tomorrow night
for your listening enjoyment." As he flipped the switch turning over
control to another at the station, he raised from his chair and disappeared
out the window.
Nick had lost all awareness as he became
completely taken by Natalie's essence. Her naked body under his, still
throbbing deep within her, he could not even begin to piece together a
coherent thought. Natalie glowed with pleasure as she lost consciousness.
She tried to make a mental note to ask Nick a million questions, but was
brought back to reality by her faintness. "Nick," Natalie gently
whispered, unable to catch her last jolt of consciousness. Her voice trailed
off as her body slumped into his arms.
Jolted by the loss of her ecstasy throbbing
throughout her veins, Nick pulled away quickly from her neck, wide-eyed
in fear. He suddenly sensed his master close by and hugged Natalie's limp
body close to his nakedness. "Well, well Nicholas. Quite a predicament
you have here, is it not?" LaCroix taunted.
His fangs still extended, Nick's gentle eyes
lovingly took in Natalie's form. "Natalie," Nick gasped softly.
"What have I DONE to you!!!" Her heartbeat was barely intelligible
by either vampire as they both gazed at the smile on her face.
"You had better bring the good doctor
across quickly Nicholas, if you expect her to survive." Nick could
hear her life force beginning to slip away. The guilt was beginning to
take hold again deep within his being. "I cannot condemn her,"
he whispered softly to his master. "Then let her die, and I will be
on my way Nicholas," replied LaCroix.
Nick looked up at LaCroix and saw his life
play within his eyes. Memory after memory of lost loves hit him like a
wave of great sadness. But from where did the sadness come? "The sadness"
Nick realized "has come from within my own heart." As he looked
at Natalie's loving face, he felt her twitch.
Nick looked sadly up at LaCroix. He had been
down this road so many times before, always ending in such great pain.
He hesitantly pulled his wrist up to his lips and tore away at the flesh
while looking at his master. He turned his arm quickly to Natalie allowing
the drops of blood to spill unto her lips. His free hand gently caressed
her cheek, as if to stir her to drink.
LaCroix felt a certain amount of pride standing
before them, their nakedness a testament to truth. Natalie began
to move as the blood ran in between her parted lips. As she came to, she
felt a great hunger deep within her stomach. She clutched Nick's wrist
against her mouth and drank deeply.
"LaCroix, please," Nicked asked
quietly. He looked up to his father with soulful eyes. "I will be
back with the required supplies shortly," LaCroix smiled. As he lifted
himself up through the skylight, he burst with pride that he now had another
to add to his family. "And another life yet to control," he smiled wryly.
Nick began to pull his wrist away from Natalie.
As her eyes opened, pure golden smiled at him. He looked at her sadly and
said "I'm so sorry Natalie." She took her hand and gently ran
it down his cheek, kissing him lightly. "I guess we're really together
forever now," she replied as she hugged him to her. Nick held her
close, as if he had dropped a valued treasure to the floor, escaping harm.
"Try to make the best of it, will ya Nick," she said as she absent-mindedly
ran her fingers across his bare chest. "After all being a vampire
DOES have its advantages," she smiled. Nick held her close and closed
his eyes, hoping he could stave away reality until tomorrow. Right now
all he wanted was the woman that he loved by his side.
** FINIS **
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