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Title: The Unheard
Author: Toto
Rating:NC-17-sexual cont.
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Disclaimer: I own these characters and any resemblance to a real person, living or dead is coincidental. I wrote this purely for entertainment and plagiarism is not tolerated.
Summary: A sweet summer night, two lovers and the young woman who watches and dreams.

**********THE UNHEARD*******1/1*************

I watch as he whispers to her as if lulling her to sleep. The candles flicker casting strange, yet alluring shadows and shapes on the walls and ceiling. She is so beautiful, so young, yet she is hundreds of years old in actuality. Her long dark tresses fall around her perfect, clear face, framing her beauty as if just for him. She peers up at him through veiled lashes and he smiles back at her, kissing her delicately on the nose.

I close my eyes, allowing the scent and sound of the ocean from the open window to carry me away into their world. I exist in their world, yet I am not of it. I unconsciously rub at the new wound on my lower arm he left there only moments ago. He, being the one who is now loving her so sweetly. He is tall, strongly built with toned musculature and vibrant dark eyes. His skin is so pale as is hers. If I look closely enough, I can see small veins just under his clear skin, as if a miniature highway make it’s way through his system.

I sigh and continue with spying, not really feeling like one, but I know that is exactly what I am doing. I long to be her if only for just one week, one day, even one hour. I feel a strong, warm sensation begin deep within my body as I watch their naked bodies entwine and become one. I hear their little moans and his deep growls as he pleasures her, dipping his tongue into her belly button and then moving down to the V between her white legs. She tips her head back and grasps the coverlet as if daring it to move from under her. He has his strong hands under her butt and pulls her body up to his lips and wet tongue.

I know I should be sleeping for tomorrow I must make sure they all slumber peacefully and without incident. The ones who live here with them have shared my blood already and either have gone out for a late hunt or are doing the same as these two. I am to be the one who is unheard, unseen until needed. I feel my lip twitch and the fresh wound feels itchy. A gentle breeze wafts into the room, causing the candles to flicker even more and with it comes the sweet scent of jasmine.

I lick my lips and turn my attention back to the two lovers. She arches her back and bucks her hips up into his face as she cries out with pleasure. He continues to lick her thighs and grunts as he positions himself to mount her. He stops as if deciding whether to actually enter her and then quickly flips her over, bringing her butt up, her legs on each side of his heavy thighs. She groans, looking back at him and shoves her body into his tight belly. With a rather loud hiss, he gives her butt a light slap. I cover my mouth to prevent the giggle I feel boiling up inside me to burst forth. He slaps her again, only harder this time and she buries her face in the pillow, allowing him to slap her butt several more times. I can clearly see the red welts coming up on her white skin and am quite frankly surprised she is condoning this.

He chuckles as he spreads her butt cheeks and dips a finger into her wet folds. He slides it in and out a few times and then very slowly inserts it into the tight pucker of her butt. She groans through the pillow as he pushes his finger in further and at the same time, he pushes his very hard erection into her wet and waiting opening. He begins a slow motion of rocking into her, keeping his finger in perfect rhythm with his shaft.

I feel own body begin to get wet and I glance around me, making sure no one is around. All is quiet in the house except the two lovers as I slip my hand down into my pants and begin to pleasure myself. I keep my eyes wide open as I watch him begin to bang into her, hard, still keeping perfect pace between finger and shaft. His face is a mask of lust and longing as he pumps into her.

I keep the pace up until my body explodes with a gratifying orgasm of my own, trembling with exhaustion and anticipation, I lean against the wall. My eyes are snapped closed and I chew on my lower lip, allowing my body to come down. When I open them back up and peer back at them, he is staring right at me, smiling wickedly. I nearly jump from my own skin, but stay still, planted as if in cement. He knows.

His body seems to quack all over as his orgasm hits him with full force. He lets out a low growl and pummels into her a few more times, before pulling clear of her and pushing her body down, laying his over hers. They stay that way a few minutes, his eyes pinned on me. I blink and start to move, but oh so slowly, he shakes his head no. I swallow, counting the seconds before he kills me. He coos to her and removes his body from hers, throwing a towel around his hips.

He silently pads across the room, making his way to me and the slightly ajar door. I slowly stand and begin to shiver, not from cold but from fear. He towers over me, gently pushing me away from the room. Leaning his head into mine he whispers.

“Enjoy?” His voice is so deep and throaty, I nearly melt from the sheer sound of it. I nod my head up and down and swallow again. I know, I’m not worthy of him, me being a mere donor for them and their day keeper, but I can always dream. “Good.” He continues to push me back further from the room and I allow him to do what he pleases. He leans further into me and dips his head into my neck. I tip my head a bit to allow him better access, but he does not drink from me, but merely kisses my neck.

“Master, I apologize for my rudeness, but….” He cuts me off with a deep grunt.

“Charisse, I should drop you where you stand, but you are more to me then a mere donor and keeper. You are special and hence you shall live and soon you shall walk with us as we are. Have patience.” He smiles, flashing his brilliant smile, and turns to leave me there, still shivering and staring after him. I consider fleeing, but know I never will. I will stay and I shall wait for the sweet gift he surely will give me, in time.

~the end~

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