Legardored by Toto
Posted by LiaCarla | Filed under FREE Vampire Erotica, Vamp Erotic Books
Writer & Owner -(C) Toto 2005 (Resident Writer of SheBitch Erotica)
Author: Toto
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Disclaimer: These are my original characters and any resemblance to any living or dead person is purely coincidental. Enjoy, but Plagerism is not tolerated. Thank you so much for reading my story.
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I take one step after another, carefully placing one foot in front of my other foot, allowing my skirt to billow up around my naked torso. I smile as the sweet breeze lazily travels up my legs to the V between my thighs, causing small prickles to rise upon my skin. Licking my lips, I quietly call out his name….”Legardored…..are you here?”
I strain to hear even one abnormal sound, just one odd note that comes to my ears from the cacophony of nature’s choir here in this dark forest. I lift my chin to stare up at the full moon, feeling the change of season’s as it draws closer. Tipping my head, I listen and hear nothing out of the ordinary. Damn him. My fingers play over the short blouse I have on, twirling one of the ties around and around in my hand. “Please, Legardored…..I need your touch, your fire. Come to me, love, and quench my thirst.” I chew on my lower lip, a habit he hates. He is truly living up to his namesake, insane, crazy, one to not taunt. I frown, knowing I pissed him off the last time he came to me. His soul is so full of darkness, and I crave him.
My eyes slam shut as a small branch snaps beneath my bare feet, causing me to yelp. “Shit!” My face screws up into a mask of pain as I lift my foot and remove the small prick of wood lodged there. Smiling, I press my finger to the blood and in a hurried motion, lick it all away and watch in wonder as the tiny wound closes over immediately. “Ok, I’m leaving now…..Legardored…..do you hear me? I know you can hear me…..it’s so close, love, the time is now.” I begin to retreat, moving back the way I came, stopping only to listen to his footfalls….but there are none.
Suddenly a strong wind whips up, causing the dead leaves to scurry about and I quickly press the folds of my skirt to my legs, feeling my own hair slap against my face. I attempt to focus on the path ahead of me, but the wind only gets stronger, making screaming noises as it whips through the trees and rustles the dead timber as it decays on the forest floor. I abandon my tries at controlling my skirt, again allowing it to billow up and encircle my hips and waist. I lift my hands to my face, pulling back stray strands of disobedient hair and bellow out his name. “LEGARDORED! STOP!” But he does not listen and I am forced to find a strong tree, pressing my body against it, I slide slowly to the ground, eyes wide open and searching.
“YEKITH!” I inhale sharply at his commanding and throaty voice. It seems to reverberate through the trees and wisp around my head. “What is it you seek from me?” His voice has lowered as has the wind. I swivel my head around on my neck searching for him, but he keeps himself hidden well. “STAND!” I jump at the sharpness of his voice and feel goosebumps crawl up and down my spine like a million tiny spiders. Slowly I stand and wriggle my body some to aid my skirt on it’s downward spiral.
“My love, I have come for you. I have come to feel your touch, hear your voice. The ritual has begun and we are nearly late.” I drop my head in an act of obedience, even though he and I both know obedience is not my strong suit. Nearly making me giggle, I do it all the same. I wait…..nothing….then in a flurry of leaves and debris, I watch in amazement as the earth seems to open up, ever so slightly and he arises from the dirt. A small smile plays on my lips as he puffs and blows and shakes the dark brown earth from his black clothing. A very old trick of his, to hide himself under the dirt and leaves, sometimes sleeping there for weeks. My eyes stay on him as his long, tapered fingers brush away the dirt. His black hair encircles his tawny skin as he shakes, and his full lips remain in a pout. I reach up and finger my own hair, just slightly lighter in shade than his. I suck air into my lungs as he finally lifts his head and lays his black eyes on my blue ones.
“You want my touch, I should turn you over my knee and spank you for behaving the way you did.” He takes a step nearer me as I back up one. “My voice? I should scold you until you cover your ears, crying with fear.” Another step to my backwards one. “Ritual? BAH! Not nearly as important to me as it is to you!” In a very fast glitch of motion, he is on me, his strong arms encircle my waist and he yanks me to his taut chest, leaving me panting and nearly whining.
“Legardored.” I whisper his name as his lips cover mine, his tongue prying me open, and dancing over my own tongue. I kiss him back, my lust barely hidden. I wrap one leg around his strong thigh and revel in his scent, his embrace, his strength.
“Yekith…you are but a willful, spiteful child.” He whispers into my neck, licking and nipping me. “Dare I ask if you have been good?”
“I have, my love, I have.” I wince as his teeth find purchase on my collarbone, letting me know, he knows of my lie. I chuckle because in truth, I am far from a child, although I was a mere 18 when he first took me. He is many centuries older then me, yet we fit together ever so eloquently. We have been like this for 5 centuries already and still we play this ridiculous game of ours. “Can you not forgive me, love?” I implore him as he chuckles against my chest. He slowly lifts my skirt up and tucks it into my blouse causing my nipples to react to his quick touch. He presses my body into the tree harder as he deftly sets his shaft free of it’s material prison. “Please.” I narrow my eyes and snap my teeth.
“Be patient, Yekith.”
“But there’s no time for fondling, love, you must take me now..….the ritual….it….they await. We have all eternity to spend playing and fondling one another.” I buck my hips forward and hear him sigh, loudly. I know how sweet his lovemaking can be, but tonight, I only want him inside me. “Legardored, it is the Ritual of eternal lovers….and…and the changing of the seasons. The Master Immortals….so many of them come for this.” I pout.
“Yekith…..you simply have no patience and yet I will take you like an animal here in the forest.” With that said, he does as I wish, lifting me up and wrapping my legs around his hips, plunging his very hard member deep into my wet and waiting body. I emit a low mewling noise as my body adjusts to his girth and the fullness of him. He continues to pump into me allowing little grunts and growls to escape his lips. He dips his head to my neck and I feel his tongue lick over my skin and I chuckle as his trail of spittle tickles me. I lick my fingers and slip them between us, manipulating my very swollen nub into a frenzied climax. I wince as he slams into me a few more hearty times and he hisses out a low growl as his own climax overcomes him. He leans into me and again I take in his manly scent, dropping my head to his neck and wait, both of us panting. His lips quiver on my skin as he sighs. “Yekith, you own my soul.”
I sigh and begin to kiss his lovely face, his strong chin and neck, nipping him now and then if only to hear his reprimands. “I love you, Legardored, truly I do.”
“Me too” He wraps his strong arms around me and moves us away from the tree, keeping my body to his. “Ah, the ritual, love, let us go and get on with it….” He carries me, attached to his hips, my head on his chest, as the full moon shines down upon us and the gentle breeze once again plays over our heated skin.
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