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Author: Toto
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Disclaimer: All the characters in this story are mine and any resemblance to a real person, living or dead is purely coincidental. I wrote this story for entertainment purposes only and plagiarism is not tolerated.

********************THE STORM*********1/1*********

Thunder booms loudly, lightening cracking across the horizon and she sits, a dark clad figure waiting for him to come to her once again. She pulls the hood of her cloak up over her raven hair as rain pelts down on her. Blinking her black eyes, she flicks her pink tongue out, tasting the raindrops.

People pass by just below her, but not him, not yet, but he will come. She shifts her weight and inhales deeply. The scent of blood is nearly overwhelming, but it’s not his blood. She lies back, prone, her arms out to her sides, legs just slightly parted. The rain beats down on her, thunder roars and still she lies there. A smile parts her lips and then she opens it wider, taking the water in huge gulps. It makes her feel almost sick to her stomach, but she continues until she retches and she hastily sits up, finding her mood taking on a much darker tone.

“Tu et mis fatis. Adone eret etu, mi quiert?” This is my fate. Where are you, my love? She speaks the ancient tongue of her ancestors as she picks her body up and walks to the very edge of the building, closing her eyes, she steps off. The wind rushes past her, rain pelting her skin like a million miniscule darts, as she descends to the street below. She lands with a jolt, feet firmly beneath her, arms out straight. Snapping her head right and left, she sees that no one is anywhere near her. Pity, she always enjoys shocking mere mortals.

She stomps in circles, her temper getting the best of her, and then she smells him. His rich scent fills her nostrils, making her feel almost giddy inside. He has not shown himself yet, but he is here. She tips her head as she finally hears his laughter, narrowing her eyes, backing herself up against the wall, letting out a low hiss.

“Ah, Scarlet, have you waited long?” His deep, resonant voice seduces her, making her nipples harden instantly.

“You prick, of course you make me wait.” She licks her red lips and places her hand on her lower belly, parting her legs just slightly. She takes in his masculine beauty, his rich, blond hair that falls past his shoulders. She levels her dark eyes to his ocean blue ones and smiles when his tongue flicks over his full lips.

“You need me, you want me and you shall have me, but are you sure I am worthy?” He moves closer to her, his black pants making a swishing noise. “My desire runs deep for you and I shall take you here, I think.” He grins mischievously and reaches out to touch her face. His hands feel like they are on fire for her and she lets out a low moan.

“Take me, Armand, please. I have waited so very long.” The words come out in small pants as his fingers deftly untie the lace of her cloak, releasing her shoulders and tops of her breasts. She gives her head a gentle shake and the hood falls back from her face completely.

“You are so beautiful, Scarlet.” He pulls the shiny material from her shoulder and drops his head to her neck, licking and kissing her soft, white skin. He moves further still until his lips find purchase on her right nipple. He suckles and nips at the hardened nub, eliciting small moans and grunts from her. She reaches out and touches his crotch, finding his ever hardening shaft. He pushes his body into hers as he continues his assault on her breasts. Slowly he moves them both down the wall, until they come to rest at a low window ledge. Lifting her body up and dragging the cloak down around her butt, he sits her on the ledge, pushing his body in between her legs. He brings his head up and their lips meet, tongues dancing and exploring.

“Love me, Armand…now…please.” She struggles to get his pants undone and then finally with one fiercer tug, frees his erection. He groans as she brings her hips down to meet his and in one, fluid motion, his fingers dig into her butt, dragging her down onto his hard member. He stops short of impaling her and whispers in her ear.

“Ari etu meadit?” Are you ready? He kisses her ear and teases her now very wet folds with the tip of his engorged shaft, waiting for her ok.

“Yes, my love.” She barely gets the words out before he plunges inside her, slow at first and then quickly he fills her up, burying himself deep within her. She lets out a low grunt and hisses loudly. He lifts her up slightly and continues to pump into her, murmuring in her ear. She wraps her long legs around his hips and encourages him.

They stay locked in this position, blood sweat mixing, whispered words colliding as their bodies seek refuge within each other. She drops her head back and he latches onto the soft skin just above her collarbone, teeth piercing her. His shaft rams into her and the rain continues to batter them. The thunder rages and the black, angry sky cast shimmers of light down upon the two fierce lovers. He keeps his teeth firmly latched onto her, as if attempting to keep her in place, as he continues his assault on her.

“I love you.” She barks the words out as she keeps time with his pumping hips, their bodies entwined with each other’s. Time seems to stand still as finally his climax hits him hard, causing him to growl loudly, removing his teeth from her. He stays inside her as her fingers drop to her own hardened nub. He moans and covers her small hand with his much larger one, aiding her in giving herself her own much needed release.

After pleasuring each other, he parts from her and the two lovers leisurely replace their clothing. “I must go, Scarlet, the meeting is about to take place.”

She rolls her eyes and waggles a finger at him. “Oh please, we mustn’t piss off the Elders, now must we?”

“Scarlet.” He takes on a hardened tone with her. “Do not act like a spoiled child. You know I must attend this meeting. There seems to be a mixed breed who has decided that destroying immortals is a good thing.”

“Really? And what is his or her name?” She knows he won’t tell her, at least not yet, but she knows she will get the info from him, eventually. “Armand, come to me afterwards and lie in my arms.” She commands him and he smiles at her, adjusting his clothing and snapping his head from side to side.

“Ah, rain, such a cleansing experience.” He kisses her nose and in a quick flash of dark clothing, he leaves her standing there, reveling in his fiery touch. She tips her head back as the sky opens up and drenches her in a renewed, fierce deluge. “Ah, Armand, you shall seek refuge within my arms yet again.” She smiles, pulling her cloak up over her head and saunters up the street; enjoying watching the mortals acting as if the rain may cause them to melt.

~the end~

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