Samantha trailed her fingers over the blood-red rose lying on her
pillow, feeling the cool, delicate petals. Turning, she raised her head,
the curved shapes of her ears swiveling in the candle-lit darkness as she
tried to pick up hidden sounds. Her emerald green eyes peered into the
shadows, narrow and suspicious.
She'd locked up the house and then come upstairs for bed around 10 pm, right around the time she usually felt sleepiness stealing over her after a long day at work. The window had been open, sheer draperies fluttering in the cool breeze. She had closed it without thought, though she hadn't remembered opening it, and had then gone to the bed and pulled down the covers. There'd been no rose lying on her pillow.
She had left the room for only a moment or two, using the little bathroom down the hall and then shuffling back to the master bedroom in her bunny slippers and raggedy old blue nightshirt.
She was 23, in her prime, as her mother liked to insist to her weekly over the long distance lines. She should 'dress up' and 'be proud of her body'. What her mother didn't understand, or maybe understood all too well, was that Samantha felt embarrassed about her body, even alone in her own house.
Tiger stripes, dark black on a fall of snow-white fur, slipped drowsily over her succulent form -- a form many men would die for if they knew it existed. Her emerald green eyes were the only thing she couldn't hide behind frumpy blouses and baggy pants. Men often found them 'irresistible', as they put it, much to her embarrassment. Being a white tigress didn't help -- it made her stand out all the more.
Giving a soft, wispy little sigh at the sudden influx of memories, she left the rose walked over to the closet, drawing the doors open. There it lay, pristine in its clothier's plastic, hung on a satin hanger of its very own on the inside closet door. She reached up and trailed her fingers over the creamy white lace of the corset, tracing the flowered pattern that skirted the edge of the bodice. Gauzy stockings hung from the hanger in an unadorned, satin drawstring bag of their own. She was blushing faintly, though she didn't realize it, one paw lightly caressing over her breast.
It had arrived on her doorstep a few months ago, just in time for her birthday. The note with it had been anonymous, and had read, "For a rose in the dark..." That had been all. There had been no return address, no telltale shipping marks, no postage stamp. Nothing. The box it had arrived in had been immaculate.
She'd closed it up tight, deciding it must have been a prank played by her overly yiffy co-workers, and had sentenced it to the darkest depths of her bedroom closet. She'd never planned to look at the strangely enticing gift again, but it had haunted her thoughts.
A few weeks ago she had given in to the urge and rescued the prim, unmarked box from under a pile of winter sweaters. Her fingers had trembled as she'd carefully opened it and pulled the corset from its shroud tissue paper. She'd left it in its protective plastic cover, feeling this would mean that she was somehow making less of a commitment. She was only looking, after all...
She sighed again, giving the plastic wrapped corset a reverent little glance, then turned back to the bed. Shuffling in her bunny slippers, she actually made it a few steps before she saw the male black panther morph standing there, his hands clasped in front of him.
He stood there perfectly comfortable, somber, dark eyes unreadable. A black cape was settled around his muscular shoulders, flowing about his splendid body, partially obscuring the cream colored peasant's blouse and brown leather pants he was wearing beneath. His blue-black fur was so dark she couldn't tell where his cape ended and he began.
Her paw flew to her mouth in an attempt to stop a child-like squeak before it escaped. It came out as a muffled grunt, which was somehow worse. She took a surprised step back, and then another, hand pressing tighter to her lips to suppress any more unladylike grunts.
The figure before her didn't move. He just stood there. He was smiling, she noticed. Had he been smiling before? He was truly gorgeous, somehow emitting an utter masculinity while at the same time appearing graceful... Sensual... Erotic. The lines of his face were strong, deep black eyes almost lost within the silken fur that surrounded them. His hair was equally black, wavy and full, bangs falling over one dark eye as the remainder curled softly over his broad shoulders.
He brought a finger up to his full lips as she stumbled against the closet doors with yet another impolite squawk, shaking his head for her silence. She could only watch transfixed as he swept toward her with a furl of his cape. She was surprised to hear herself stammering. "Th-th-the rose. You... The window..."
The panther nodded, his smile seductive and reassuring within the same moment. He reached into his cape and drew out the rose that had been lying on her pillow. Cupping it in one paw, he brought it close, eliciting a gasp from her as she felt its touch upon her cheek; smelled the sweet scent of its petals. He brushed it down over her lips soft as a whisper. She felt herself becoming lost in his gaze.
His eyes, she realized, were the most captivating thing about him. Limitless dark -- he had no pupils. She could stare into those black depths and be lost forever. She'd do anything for those eyes, anything at all. She was being entranced, bewitched by those eyes as surely as any princess in a fairytale.
"That's right, kitten. I'm not going to hurt you." he purred, his voice deep yet soft -- gentle. The exact, sensual kind of voice you'd expect to come from a figure like him.
He continued to delicately stroke the rose over her face, trailing it down over her chin, across her jaw and up over her temple. His fingers uncurled from around the stem and slid into her raven black hair, pushing it back from her face as she struggled to right herself. Stumbling around half in, half out of a closet was too clumsy of an act to commit in front of someone like this, even if he had broken into her house.
"But you... You broke into my... House," she stammered, finding speech difficult. She felt as if she were floating -- disconnected. Why even bother with talking when she felt like this?
"You invited me in, my sweet..." he purred, fingers trailing over the sensitive curve of one of her ears.
Samantha paused, and found it was true, then smiled up at him, gazing deep into his eyes. Of course she had invited him in -- he would never have come in otherwise. A part of her wanted to argue, to scream that she was nuts, but that part wasn't hard to ignore. She wanted to please him, to please this strange, immaculately dressed panther.
She suddenly felt self-conscious. Running her hands over her body, she tried to smooth out the thin, wrinkled cotton of her nightshirt. It did nothing to make her feel better. She felt ugly next to him...
The panther was shaking his head as if he could read her thoughts. For all she knew, he probably could. "No, no kitten. You are beautiful no matter what you wear. In this," he purred, brushing rose over the sleeve of her t-shirt. "Or in this..." He gestured to the lace corset she had been looking at just moments before.
"Oh God! You saw me..." She mewed, turning from him, bringing her paw up to hide her face as it blazed with shame and embarrassment.
He didn't laugh at her. He didn't scold her. He didn't do anything at all but stand there and wait, watching her. She could feel his eyes moving over her body, looking into her soul. There wasn't a thing she could hide from him, she realized. She slowly dropped her paw and turned her head to look at him again.
"Yes kitten, I saw you..." he rumbled, tucking the rose into his cape and bringing his fingertips up to her chin, lifting it slightly. Her skin thrilled to his touch, and she felt her heart skip a beat.
A sensual after-image of his fingers remained as he dropped his paw and turned to the corset hanging on its satin hanger. It was as if a too bright flash had gone off in her eyes, but instead had settled into her silken furred skin. It tingled seductively.
"Would you feel better in this, love?" he purred, lifting the hanger from its place on the back of the closet door and bringing it down. "Would this make you feel as beautiful as I know you to be?"
She was nodding before she realized she'd meant to, drawing her lower lip into her mouth. It felt as if she'd just been caught doing something horribly naughty. "Yes..." she whispered, lowering her eyes to the corset.
"Well then..." he purred, smiling at her. Taking her hand in his, he led her over to the bed, laying the corset down upon the rumpled covers. He turned to her and lifted her hand, placing a small kiss upon the fingers curled into his. The feel of his lips was supple, soft and warm. It stoked the small fire she could feel beginning to build deep inside.
He knelt before her, settling smoothly onto one knee, his cape billowing out about him. Samantha looked down, her mind a whirl of strange, mixed emotions. His eyes caught hers, and she could feel her doubt begin to drain.
He smiled up at her and placed his paws upon her hips, just above the hem of her nightshirt. She gasped softly and jumped at the intimate touch, sudden but not entirely unexpected, and lifted her hands to him. "I..."
"Shhhhhhh, kitten. Let me do this for you." he whispered, not removing his hands. She could see his long, luxuriantly black tail curling behind him, its tip twitching back and forth so much like hers.
"But..." she whispered, torn inside despite the intoxicating darkness of his eyes. She wanted to please him, to be beautiful for him, but this was so unlike her. She'd never been with a man, never this close. "I don't even know your name..."
"My name is Trelth," he purred up at her, his paws making the barest of movements at her hips -- a petting, comforting sort of motion.
"Trelth..." she repeated, feeling his name slip off her tongue as she gazed into his eyes.
He nodded slowly and slid his paws down, thumbs feeling out the curve of her hips. This time she didn't feel the urge to reject him as he languidly slid his hands beneath her shirt and lifted. His paws moved up her sides, retracted claw tips ruffing through her silky fur as he dragged the shirt upward. She drew in a hiss of breath as his thumbs trailed over the barest outer slope of her naked breasts. Hesitating for a moment, she gazed into his dark, questioning eyes, then lifted her arms so he could draw the nightshirt over her head.
Trelth purred with satisfaction, gently removing the shirt and letting it drop to the floor at her bunny-slippered feet. She slid her arms up about her full, naked breasts, feeling the cool air brushing over her nipples through her black on white fur.
The panther shook his head, laying his paws upon her arms and drawing them down. She could feel his eyes upon her body, taking in the sight of her hardening nipples with obvious relish. A blush crept over her cheeks and ears as she drew in a ragged breath.
He seemed to sense her discomfort and lifted one of his paws to lightly caress her hair... Her cheek. She trembled at his touch as he trailed his fingers down over her body, settling them at the waistband of her panties.
Samantha bit her lip and mewed doubtfully down at him. She could feel his warmth as he drew in close and rested his cheek against her stomach, paws settled at the curve of her waist. For a good minute he just gently caressed her there, his head tipped up so his dark eyes could gaze into her own, a reassuring purr rumbling from his throat.
She mewed once more, her tremble fading somewhat as she returned his gaze. A pleasant, unaccustomed warmth settled into her body as his fingers stroked. They paused, and then looped tentatively into the waistband of her panties. He smiled warmly up at her, purring encouragement. Samantha's resolve crumbled.
She helped him, slipping her hands down and drawing her panties slowly over her softly rounded behind as he drew them over her hips. The sensation of his black bangs brushing over her naked sex as he bent was enough to make her feel weak in the knees.
Trelth tenderly slid the bunny slippers off her feet, and then the panties, casting them aside as he righted himself. She suddenly felt his breath upon her naked sex and saw a shudder run the length of his body that matched her own. His eyes fluttered closed, and for a long moment as he remained poised there, breathing in her scent with soft, purring growls of growing arousal.
It was all suddenly too much for her, too scary. She whimpered softly, confused as doubt crashed in on her again, and took a step back.
"I'm sorry, kitten..." he purred in a soft, sensual whisper, opening his eyes and smoothly getting to his feet. "I couldn't help myself... It won't happen again." He gave a little bow of his head, dark eyes sparkling and catching hers once more, "I promise."
Samantha gazed into those eyes for a moment, feeling herself willing to give in, wanting to just throw herself at this strange fur. She drew in a breath, and nodded, letting it out in a shaky sigh. "All right..."
Trelth purred softly and turned to the bed, lifting the corset on its satin hanger. The plastic rustled as he removed it and cast it aside. She'd never seen the garment outside of its protective covering and saw that, without it, it was more beautiful than she'd realized.
The detail was exquisite, the stitching immaculate. It appeared... Old... She reached out to touch it, feeling the lace, the creamy satin without its safe covering. She brought her muzzle in close to the material and sniffed, brow furrowing as she looked up at him. It smelled like age-old flowers. Roses... And something else... Something intriguing she couldn't identify.
Trelth's lips formed into a smile at her perplexed expression. "Yes, kitten... Tell me... What do you smell?" he purred as he slipped the corset from the hanger.
She shook her head, arms clasping a bit tighter about her naked breasts. "I... It's roses... Old roses, and... Something else..."
He nodded and moved behind her, his smile deepening mysteriously as if he had expected her to be confused. Samantha tried to turn her head, to look at him over one shoulder and ask him to explain, but his fingers came up in a caress down the line of her jaw that tilted her face forward again.
"What is it?" she murmured, catching her breath as she felt his paws upon her again, fingertips caressing down her shoulders, over the slope of her back and the rounded curve of her buttocks. She shivered, and felt his lips press small kisses against her long, sinuous tail as his paws continued down over the backs of her thighs.
The satin of the corset was brushing against the tender crease of her knees, her calves, and then her ankles as Trelth lowered himself down her body. Her pulse quickened with excitement and confusion -- what was he doing to her? How could this be happening? He answered her with a deep, rumbling purr.
Trelth's trailed his fingertips, smoothing the corset up over her body, settling around her breasts and along her hips. The garters tickled over her thighs at the front and back. His paws traced the flaring curve of her hips and then moved inward. She felt a constriction and looked down -- he was tightening the corset's lacing, forcing her to breathe shallowly.
Samantha felt as if she were dressing up in a costume, as if this were Halloween and she was being transformed into some fanciful creature by Trelth's carefully tending paws...
He drew up to his feet once more with a silken rustle and she turned to face him, tipping her head, confusion in her eyes. His hands came to her shoulders, thumbs brushing over the straps settled against her striped fur there, his dark eyes lifting to gaze into her own.
She tilted her head up, suddenly wanting him to kiss her more than anything she'd ever wanted in her life. Desire trembled through her body, and the fact that he knew this was clear on his face. He bent, his face drawing in close, his lips so near to hers she could feel their heat. Her pulse fluttered madly, and she closed her eyes, a little mew escaping her throat.
Trelth drew back with a visible effort, shaking his head no. "Not yet, pretty kitten," he rumbled, voice strained slightly, caressing her lips with his thumb pad. Her eyes fluttered open, and she let out breath she hadn't realized she was holding. She mewled, disappointment gripping her painfully.
He gave a soft smile and stepped back, his purr taking on a pleased note as he looked her up and down. "Beautiful, kitten. It fits you exquisitely..." he rumbled. He retrieved the hanger from the bed and removed the little satin bag at its hook.
She blushed, looking down at herself. Her breasts were close to spilling right out of the bodice, framed by curling tendrils of her long, wavy black hair. Being dressed like this made her feel as if she were wearing a mask -- playing a role. It gave her courage she wouldn't have otherwise had. She looked up, daring a glance at Trelth, looking at him more closely.
He murred softly at her and rolled his shoulders as he noticed this, shrugging out of his black cape and folding it neatly on the bed. He was just as splendid to look at without it, if not more so, the contours of his body outlined by the pants and thin shirt he wore. She could see the shadowed bulge of muscle here and there, the dusky silhouette of his biceps. She felt herself begin to purr.
Trelth rumbled softly and stepped in close to her, moving so quickly her eyes didn't even register he had moved until he was pressed up close against her. She gasped softly, her gaze caught like a magnet by his. "Yes... Please." she mewled softly to his unasked question.
He kissed her, hard, paws gripping at her upper arms. His fingers sunk in as he crushed her to him. She felt drunk with pleasure, her head spinning, and pressed in closer to him. He broke the kiss and tipped his head forward, lips pressing to her shoulder. She whimpered with disappointment. "Too fast..." he whispered raggedly, lifting his head and placing a soft kiss upon her neck.
Samantha mewed hungrily, pressing her neck to his lips, and felt twin points dig sharply into her skin. She heard him gasp, his head shaking no. His lips left her neck and trailed down over her breasts with soft little kisses. Panting for breath, she brought her paws up to his head as it lowered, passing her fingers through his thick black hair; tracing over the curves of his ears.
The satin bag was still in his paw, she realized, bumping against her side and then her hip as Trelth lowered himself to his knees once more. He drew the hose from it and then caressing one of her feet with his paws, coaxing it up off the floor. She reached out, placing her paw on his shoulder for balance, and let him lift her foot.
He centered it squarely upon his chest, then drew on one of the stockings. His paws were smooth caresses as he slid it up over her calf and thigh, slipping her foot downward and bending to snap the garters into place at the front and back. He did the same for the other stocking, his stroking fingers bringing tingles to her skin.
Trelth stood, paws brushing up over her arms to grip her shoulders. She drew in a sharp breath and tilted her head up to him, hoping he'd kiss her again, but he only smiled and nuzzled his nose to hers. "Come take a look at yourself, kitten..." he rumbled, walking her forward and then turning her to face the full-length mirror on the opposite wall.
She gasped as she saw herself, turning disbelieving eyes upon Trelth. He nodded and purred softly in encouragement. Turning back to the mirror, she gaped, drawing away from him as she felt his paws leave her shoulders. She reached out a hand and lightly touched the glass; she couldn't believe her eyes -- she was beautiful.
The corset clasped her body in a silken embrace that enhanced her every curve to the fullest. It appeared as if had been made with her body alone in mind. The lacy slope followed the incline of her hip and then stopped abruptly just above the shadowed cleft between her legs. She blushed, and then went to turn back to Trelth only to find he was already there, pressed up behind her, pinning her long tail to her thighs.
It was then that she realized she saw only her own reflection in the mirror. She gasped, spinning around in his arms as they came up about her, keeping her body close. "You're..." she mewed, gazing up at him.
Trelth only smiled down at her in answer, his dark eyes sparkling with an allure she didn't understand. She shook her head, trying to drop her eyes, and she found she couldn't.
"Yes, kitten..." he rumbled. "I'm what you think of as a... Vampire." His paws were at her waist, holding her to him. "I've been watching you for a long time now."
She could only blink in reply, surprised beyond words. He lifted one paw and lightly caressed her face, fingers stroking her cheek. "I've waited years for the right moment. I was there when you graduated from college... When you found your first job and bought this house..."
"You... College?" she squeaked in disbelief. "My job? How... Why?"
Trelth continued, gently stroking down over her neck. "I watched as you found my gift on your doorstep... As you hid it away in your closet, and as you took it out again to wonder over every night since. I'm here to make your dreams come true, kitten," he said softly, gazing down at her with baited breath.
"All this time..." she said softly, amazed. "You've been watching me all this time? But... How can you make my dreams come true? How can you know who I am when we've never even met?"
He smiled softly, fingers stroking down over her lips to quite her. "I know exactly who you are, kitten. I know all there is to know about you. That's why I'm here," he said, voice hushed and somber as he looked deep into her eyes.
"I..." she whispered, looking up at him. She melted under that gaze, her doubts fading. She mewed softly, bringing her hand up to caress his face, feeling his strong jaw and supple lips. His smile deepened under her fingers, and something new slipped into his eyes -- something more than simple darkness. He purred, and turned her toward the mirror again. She saw herself trembling with desire and confusion, standing there alone in the reflection.
She felt paws resting upon her naked upper arms, gently caressing up over her shoulders. In her reflection, all she could see was the ruffing of her silky black on white fur, the depressions in her skin where Trelth's fingers were pressing. The effect was intoxicatingly erotic as she watched, phantom hands sliding into her hair, drawing it back from her face.
The feel of him against her back remained, strong and sure, warm and solid, real despite what the mirror's reflection claimed. Her tail curled against Trelth's chest as his phantom hands slipped downward -- she could feel them pressing against her neck; see their invisible path in the mirror as they lowered toward her breasts. She became aware of her nipples, rock hard beneath her fur, trapped inside the corset. They raked along the tight material with her every breath, sending drowsy tingles of pleasure down her spine.
"Oh… Yes…" she whispered, half closing her eyes, flicking her ears back and turning her head to one side as she felt Trelth's fingers slide over the upper slopes of her breasts in a gentle caress.
"Shhh, kitten… Look… Look at yourself…" he murmured in her ear. She looked up, facing the mirror again. There she was, alone in the reflection, her breast heaving as she panted. Her eyes were bright, lips parted. She shivered, giving a soft mew of doubt, but the uncurling tendrils of hunger between her legs were much more powerful than any pangs of embarrassment she had.
"You are a goddess. No man could ever resist you…" he whispered into her ear, lips tracing its delicate, velvet soft edge edge as his hands stroking down her sides. She looked, and saw it was true. A radiance surrounded her, sexual energy in its most pure form. Sultry, sensual, with that touch of innocence that made her all the more appealing.
"Your innocence will fade, kitten, but your beauty will grow. You will become more beautiful in darkness than any femme has a right to be," he said softly. "You will never age, never weaken. Never get sick and never grow old. You will forever be as you are now, love, caught in this moment."
She trembled against him, feeling his paws petting softly over her hips, thumbs trailing along the curve of her ass. It felt as if she were on the edge of a cliff, looking out into the unknown darkness. Yawning deep before her, it was as compelling as it was frightening.
No more daily grind, doing secretarial work she hated for the paycheck that was just sucked up by the monthly bills. She would live for the moment. Most importantly, she would live with Trelth. For Trelth… "You… You won't leave me?" she mewed softly.
He chuckled quietly in response, his arms sliding around her stomach in what she realized was an affectionate hug. "No! Kitten, kitten…" he chided her warmly. "You're the one I've been searching for. The one I've been looking for all my long life. You are the one, love. I want you with me, always... Forever," he whispered, pressing a kiss to the tender slope of her neck.
"It is your decision," he continued. "It is true that you would be forced to give up the day, forever after. You would have to kill those who you once were like in order to survive. The hunger would drive you…"
She gasped, eyes widening, ears flattening to her head. On some level, she had known. She'd read the books and seen the movies. But to hear him say it... Doubt swooped down on her again, clouding her mind.
Trelth remained silent, then, pressing soft kisses to her neck and shoulders. The importance of her decision weighed heavily upon her heart. This night, this hour, she would be making a single decision that would impact the rest of her life, be it for better or worse.
She looked up at her reflection, at the wondrous transformation this fur had wrought in her in a single gesture. Lifting her hand, she pushed her dark hair back from her muzzle and gave a slow smile. Trelth seemed to sense this, his purr deepening, his kisses growing more passionate as he trailed along the curve of her neck and over one shoulder.
She drew her hand back and slid it into his hair, turning her head. His eyes met hers, and she found herself unable to speak the words. He nodded in understanding, a tender smile coming to his lips, "That's my kitten… That's my love," he murmured, pulling her closer and kissing her full on the mouth.
Moaning softly, she was suddenly very aware of Trelth's body pressing to hers, his sensual lips parting as he deepened the kiss, pulling her in. She tried to turn, but he wouldn't allow it, keeping her facing forward as his hands caressed over the swell of her hips to her waist and then back.
"Watch, kitten…" he murmured, breaking the kiss to press his lips to her cheek and then lower. She heard the whisper of fabric and became dimly aware of Trelth's hardened cock pressing nakedly against the curve of her ass.
She turned her head back, looking into the mirror as she felt but did not see Trelth's hands moving over her body, one reaching up to cup her breast through the corset as the other rose to her neck, gently tilting her head to one side. His hips were moving behind her, sensually running the hard, thick length of his erection over her rear, its head brushing up against her tailbase now and again.
She closed her eyes, letting her cheek rest against one shoulder. She could feel his breath against her neck as he resumed his soft kisses. Opening her eyes, she saw the reflection of her breast being kneaded by ghostly fingers, her ears and muzzle flushed.
She trembled with desire, pressing back against Trelth, tilting her hips to his caressing cock. Lifting one hand, she covered the one at her breast, pressing it harder and moaning softly as she felt her nipple rake against the inside of the corset. He made a similar sound behind her, growling with pleasure, pausing for a moment and then resuming with soft licks at the curve of her neck.
Giving sharp little nips now and then, his body shivered behind her with obvious need. She moaned softly and tilted her hips far back, wanting to feel him inside her, burning with desire.
Trelth moaned again, breath hot against her neck, whiskers tickling softly, and whispered in her ear, "I can't hold back much longer, kitten… You must decide…"
Samantha shuddered, closing her eyes and turning her head toward Trelth again. He caressed over her neck and jaw, gently kissing over her muzzle, her lips. "Please… Take me…" she whispered, a dizzy, sinking sensation settling into her stomach as she said the words.
Trelth gave a hungry growl of ascent, angling his hips back and letting his cock slide forward between her legs, simply resting between the warmth her thighs as he tilted her head back toward the mirror and to one side again.
Shivering, Samantha watched herself leaning wantonly back against nothing, her breast heaving and her body covered with a light sheen of sweat. Nothing in her life so far compared to this; for the first time, she felt truly alive.
Trelth angled his hips back again, bending his knees and then driving forward, clasping her to himself in a strong embrace as he sunk his fangs into her neck. She felt herself penetrated at both ends simultaneously, eye widening with the shock of it. Pain flared brightly but dulled with equal quickness, settling into a warm, drunken pleasure.
His mouth remained at her neck as he bent and lifted her, hands slipping under her thighs and sliding her upward. She looked into the mirror with half closed eyes and saw herself hovering mid-air, legs folded, spread and bent with her knees resting at her breasts.
Trelth held her like that for a moment, making hungry noises as he suckled at her neck, drawing the life out of her. She moaned softly, lolling in his arms, feeling herself growing weak as he began to pump into her. He lifted and lowered her body, strong arms guiding her along his shaft.
The pleasure rose swiftly in intensity. She grasped at his hands under her thighs and moaned, tilting her hips, trying to move. She found herself utterly powerless in his embrace, and to her surprise, didn't mind. She had no need to move as he slowly increased the pace. As she grew weaker, he grew stronger, thrusting his hips and plowing his cock into her sex, the pleasure deeper than anything she had ever known.
Soon she would be unable to move at all; already her head felt too heavy to lift, lolled on his shoulder as he suckled at her neck. She drowsily watched all this happening to her, feeling the pleasure curling into a tight spring between her legs, a spring that threatened to take her mind and soul with it once it uncoiled. She became aware that she did know the odd scent surrounding the corset she now wore – it was the smell of death.
She moaned weakly, her body growing slack in his grasp even as she felt the first twinges of impending orgasm. He lifted his mouth from her neck with a cry, gasping for breath and plowing into her with renewed vigor. She felt him behind her, holding her close and safe, and then felt his wrist at her mouth.
"Drink, love, and join the rose. Join us forever…" he whispered into her ear, angling her head up on a shoulder and holding her with one strong arm as he slammed into her from behind. She breathed in a sigh, feeling connected and disconnected from everything all at once, floating on a pleasure filled dream. She paused, and then brought her lips to his wrist, feeling the first drops of hot blood trickle into her mouth.
She suckled softly at first, licking and then bringing her hands up to press his wrist to her lips. Looking up into the mirror, she saw herself suckling madly at nothing, blood covering her chin and mouth as she shook with the power of Trelth's thrusts. She could feel her energy returning, filling her body.
He crushed her to him, slamming into her to the hilt one last time as his passion overcame him. She felt him spurt deep inside her, the thickness of his cock filling a void she'd never realized she had, and then came as well, inner muscles fluttering around him and then clamping down with spasms of pleasure.
She watched her reflection as she too became unincorporate, growing misty and then disappearing completely as Trelth withdrew his wrist and clasped her to him in a loving embrace.