Saturday, January 21, 2006

Vampire Voyuerism

I could smell his heat, taste his hunger to satisfy, even over her very floral perfume. With scarcely a thought to the transition, I took on my shadow form and blended into the dark behind the two would-be lovers. She paused a moment, dramatically leaned against the wall right beside me, and then pulled Josiah to her. He gave into her eager advances, allowing her to kiss his neck and unbutton his shirt. As she touched his skin with her pink-tinted nails, I touched him, too, so close were we that her desire screamed in my veins, pumped as thickly as blood. I could taste her need.

The woman stepped back through the curtained doorway and tumbled onto the nearest divan. I followed, only a breath behind, blending into the shadowy folds of the gossamer curtains shrouding the sofa. Josiah reached for the hem of her shirt; she raised herself up for him, and he pulled the blouse off from her body in a rush of jasmine perfume. Her tanned skin gleamed in the amber lighting, so warm and inviting; despite his inclination to hesitation, Josiah reached out and stroked her golden skin. She caught his fingers at the waistline of her skirt and brought his hand up and atop of her lace bra. She trembled in my shadow, lending her pleasure to me.

Josiah's artist's hands caressed her form with delicate, soft strokes as though touching precious artwork. The woman whimpered and moaned, begged for his kiss – with her eyes closed, she could not see his fangs, pointed and ready to pierce her skin. In the shadows over his shoulder, I licked my lips, as eager as she for fulfillment at his hand. Rather than grace her mouth with his lips, Josiah leaned forward to kiss the barest tip of her breast, his vampire fangs piercing through the fabric to prickle her flesh.

Blood bloomed like roses through the cloth, and her body lurched in a throe of erotic agony; near as I was, I could feel it too. No longer able to contain myself, I poured through the fabric between us, my shadow hands on her flesh. Desire pulsed through her, through me, and I waited for him to touch her again.

Josiah brought a hand up along the side of her body, trailing his fingers over her skirt and then back to her breasts. With a quick motion of his finger, her bra fell away to expose firm, full breasts. Even as he bore down on the taught nipple, white canines through her skin, his nimble hands made quick work of the skirt's trappings, leaving her naked save for a thong of iridescent silver.

While her eyes were closed in ecstasy, I reached over her body, and with claws extended, I pulled Josiah's suit away; the ivory fabric poured like thick cream from his body, and lay in a puddle on the floor. Her eyes whisked open, to see the glory of his body before her. Panting and eager, she moaned as she reached to caress his lean muscled abdomen, her index finger following the v-shaped line from his hips downward. He trembled a little as her hands found that throbbing part which he shared in love making only with me. She licked her hand, taking the moisture downward to slide upon his shaft and an involuntary groan escaped his throat.

As though that moan were a request, the blond rose up, bent forward and enveloped his engorgement in her painted lips. It was such a rarity for a woman's lips to suckle him without the accompaniment of fangs that he gave into the fantasy, wrapping his fingers into fists in her pale hair with his face twitching in pleasure.

Josiah grew closer to orgasm, I could feel the energy building in him and, with a sudden pull, he lifted her head swiftly from his pelvis. His eyes were afire, his fangs at full bore, and a small shriek escaped her lips as he pushed the woman back upon the divan. I felt her fear, shared her desire as his hands came up between her knees and pulled them apart, then he leaned forward and buried his face in her throat.

Yet, Josiah did not give her what her body begged for; he would share that passion with no one but me. Instead, his finger slipped beneath the flimsy strap of her thong and found her damp, throbbing folds even as his sharp canines razored through her flesh. Pleasure rose through her body, burned through mine, as Josiah took her body toward climax. My own flesh pulsed with desire, wanting, needing what the unnamed woman was feeling as her surging heart pushed ecstasy and agony through her body even as it pumped blood through the opened vein.

She was so close to climax that it became a sweet torture for her. His mouth full of her blood, Josiah released his hold on her neck, wrapping the fingers of one hand around her throat to stave the flow of blood and allow her body to reach orgasm. The sudden explosion of her climax echoed in my body as her cries were muffled and then silenced by the curtained walls.

Josiah rose from the woman, her blood trickled from the corner of his mouth as he delicately stroked her forehead. Her eyes slowly closed, and he pulled a coverlet over her naked body as she slipped into sleep. She would wake later and remember nothing.

My lover, however, took my hand as I materialized beside him and he pulled me to the gossamer shrouded bed. Renewed energy pulsed through him, born by the consumption of fresh blood, and he used that power to take the clothing forcibly from my body, lift me from the floor and then push me down upon the plush pillows. Josiah crouched between my thighs; his lips stained a brilliant red from her blood still trailing down his cheek, and his desire stiff and evident between us as he leaned forward. He kissed me then, the tip of his shaft tickling my flesh as he allowed the woman's blood to flow into my mouth and down my throat. I accepted it eagerly, and swallowed; the spice of her ardor burned as it went down.

The power of her passion began to course through me, redoubling the tantalizing sensations as Josiah brought his hot mouth to my breast. His tongued danced on the nipple as his fangs grazed my skin. My eyes rolled, and I groaned as muscles twitched in my body – by the Gods; I loved that sting of coupled passion and pain.

My skin became his tapestry, a medium for his artistic sexual expression. His hands and mouth moved, touched everywhere at once, and a delicate web laced across my flesh, impressions formed as they were by Josiah piercing, tattooing my skin with his fangs – brilliant, scarlet red; the color of love, of passion. As each line of blood raised beneath his bite, the heat of my desires flared higher. My body became kindling as his touch and tongue set our passions ablaze.

Consumed now by the insatiable craving, I rose from the bed and tumbled Josiah beneath me. Fingernails clawing into his shoulder blades, I embraced him, with his shaft throbbing hot and hard in my folds and my lips on his neck. I kissed him there, and then licked the sweat from his skin as my hips rose up, and drove down upon him again. I felt his legs quiver as he struggled against climax. I smiled then, and pierced his neck with my fangs. Blood rushed against my tongue, mingled with the sweat tingling there, as my body moved rhythmically, riding the waves of pleasure that carried our bodies to a uniting orgasm.

Josiah shuddered beneath me, fingers dug into the blankets beneath him as his climax pulse within me and I cried out as ecstasy flooded my body. It was an eerie howl that echoed within The Chamber.

12 comments:

H.S. Kinn said...

Oh my. Oh my, oh my, oh my. Send Josiah over when you're finished with him, ok?

Savannah Jordan said...

I shall never be finished with that man. *wicked grin*

Anonymous said...

That was such a great story! I love vampires and such a unique story with such emotion and passion was a delicacy in a other wise bland day. Thank you for the rich taste of such a delicacy as this using the written word.

Savannah Jordan said...

Ah, Anon, this is but a part of a much greater tale; second in a series of dark, erotic vampire novels which I am writing.

Dennie McDonald said...

I love that piece - I have never read vampire books before - I have just got a couple I can't wait to read them -

it is so ... day-um - good job!

is this going to Samhain or the other publisher?

Savannah Jordan said...

Thanks, Dennie!

This one is the sequel to a novel submitted by my agent to some major standard pubs. I am kind of waiting on them before I consider submitting elsewhere.

Michele said...

Hmmmm, Josiah, huh?
Well, this certainly is a tease.
I don't think I've ever read anything like a vampire voyeur.
Great concept!!!!
This balances on the fine line of monogomy and swinging.
*wink*
Very hot.
Thanks for posting this!

Savannah Jordan said...

Yup, Josiah.

I said 'who' the sequel would focus on... but not from which POV. Can't give away all the secrets! :p

Glad you like the concept, Michele; especially since you read the entire first novel! You have a unique perspective that most of the other readers here do not.

My agent, and all the other readers, thought it was hot too, even in comparison to the scenes in Forever Dark. Woo Hoo! I lurve surprising people!!

Tsavo Leone said...

Wow! You certainly have a knack for this. Just enough detail to get the blood pumping but not enough for it become overbearing or outright pornagraphic.

I am curious as to why Josiah should be so (apparently) muscular though. Granted, it's probably traditional imagery for erotica, but I would have thought a male vampire would have been of either regular build or slightly emaciated (perhaps it's the low-carb diet?). *g*

Yes, I'm nit-picking but interested in the answer nonetheless (I like internal logic).

Overall, thoroughly enjoyble.

Savannah Jordan said...

Welcome back, Tsavo!!

Josiah's build has nothing to do with erotica or it's tennants. He is supposed to be lean-muscled because I am not fond of the stereotypical thin, gaunt, emaciated *emasculated* vampire. To me, that puts the emphasis way to heavily on the 'vampire' and not on the 'man;' if that makes sense. It's about the two characters first, the vampirism is *ahem* a bonus. :)

Thanks for the compliments!

SavannahEvenstar said...

I have to see more!! That was the best erotic scene that I have ever read between 2 of the undead. I simply cannot wait to see more. :D

Savannah Jordan said...

More in this "vein" will be posted occasionally, Savannah. *Nice name, btw* I tend to wallow in the dark and the naughty. :p