A Touch of Eternity

The wind blew through the gnarled branches of the old apple tree, which stood like a gloomy guard in front of the weathered garden gate. Spring was in rebellion against the past winter and the approaching summer. Cool, rainy days alternated with dry heat. But today, a damp cold had taken hold of nature, creeping under the skin.

Arinia closed the window of her room, but the goose bumps remained. Perhaps it wasn’t just the weather that made her shiver. Perhaps it was the thought of him.

She turned and walked over to her dressing table, a masterpiece of ivory-colored wood with delicate, hand-carved tendrils that played across the legs and edges. The surface gleamed silkily in the light of the crystal wall lamp above, on which tiny reflections of light gathered like stardust.

A three-winged mirror curved elegantly above the table. Small angel figures were incorporated into the gilded frame, with wings, trumpets, and harps. This also reminded her of him. Because he hated this mirror. He hated the delicate figures, and he hated it when she sat in front of the mirror and turned the swiveling side mirrors until her profile was bathed in soft light and looked especially lovely.

Arinia sat down on the small bench upholstered in dark blue velvet and opened one of the drawers on the dressing table. It was lined with the same velvet that had been used to upholster the narrow bench. A dark, dignified blue that always reminded her of stately cloaks.

She picked up a mother-of-pearl comb and held it to her brown hair, which fell in dark, gentle waves over her shoulders. But today she didn’t feel like combing her hair. Maybe she should wear it down. Untamed and wild. As free as she wanted to feel that night.

She closed the drawer and opened another one.

Inside were silver powder compacts, eye shadow in glass jars with cut glass lids, and lipsticks that cost more than a pair of shoes. She chose a subtle red lipstick with a hint of orange. She gently brushed it over her lips, imagining his tongue sliding over them and then pushing deeper into her half-open mouth.

Not that he had ever done that! But just the thought made her nipples hard and sent a tantalizing heat between her thighs. She could feel moisture escaping from her, and moaning, she arched her head back. Her left hand slid down, lifted the lace-trimmed silk dress, and found the throbbing, sensitive spot.

“Mmh, yes,” she moaned lustfully. Her finger felt the sticky wetness that made lovemaking so much easier. She let her finger slide a little deeper, pushing between her now swollen labia. Gasping, she closed her eyes and dabbed her finger on the hot flesh. But she didn’t dare go any further.

No, no one was allowed in there, not even her! That path was reserved for him.

She hastily withdrew her finger and licked the juices of pleasure from it. She watched herself in the mirror and felt no shame when she saw the red glow on her cheeks. This was exactly how she wanted to present herself to him. Then he wouldn’t be able to resist her. This time he wouldn’t send her away again.

“I want you,” she whispered to herself, pretending that he had said it to her. Her longing for him was now so intense that it hurt. And yet she didn’t dare say it out loud to him.

That she hoped.

That she longed.

That she wanted to lose herself with him tonight – to finally find herself again.

Her heart beat faster, her breath coming in gasps through her freshly made-up lips. She wanted to finally be his, connected to him for eternity. She had waited so many years for him to finally take her.

Arinia had been a sweet, innocent fourteen when she first saw him. He was having hot, wild sex with one of the maids. Her lustful moans had attracted Arinia. But when she saw the girl’s raised skirts and exposed breasts, she stared at the scene in confusion. At the time, she didn’t know what it meant. He had thrust his hips into the maid’s center over and over again, one hand squeezing her breast, the other pressing her throat, and the girl had gasped and moaned. Arinia didn’t quite understand whether it was from pain or some other feeling.

Then the maid screamed loudly, reared up, twitched her legs, and suddenly went limp. This frightened Arinia so much that she screamed herself. The stranger turned to her, and his black eyes, in which a red spark glowed, fixed on her. He did not stop thrusting his hips against the maid. Suddenly, his eyes glowed bright red, he opened his mouth, and extremely long, pointed fangs flashed. A moan escaped him as well. Then he turned away from her, bent over the maid’s neck – and Arinia had to cover her mouth with her hands to keep from screaming in shock. Still, she couldn’t tear her eyes away. She saw him sink his teeth into her neck. The maid flinched but didn’t fight back.

He sucked and swallowed; she could see it on his throat. Then he pulled away, a few drops of blood running from his lip. He looked at Arinia, stuck out his tongue, and slowly licked the blood off. Her heart was racing, and for the first time in her young life, she felt a strange sensation between her legs.

“Run,” he said.

Nothing more.

And she turned and ran away. In her room, she pressed her legs tightly together, whimpered, and didn’t know what was happening to her. But from that moment on, she listened every evening to hear if one of the maids was making strange noises again.

Sometimes she caught one being roughly handled by one of the servants. It was different, wilder, more vulgar. Most of the time, the men had their pants down and their bare asses glowed in the dim light of a lamp or in the moonlight. And every now and then, the maid would kneel in front of the servant and suck the hard rod that stood straight up from his body. Now Arinia knew why the hips were thrust against the maid’s center. The men were definitely sticking their rods into the hole at the bottom of the maids. And it must be something so wonderful that it drove men and women to meet again and again in secret.

Surely the stranger had done the same, even if he hadn’t pulled down his pants.

But in all those years, she only saw the dangerously handsome man with the reddish eyes and pointed canines whoring around with a maid a few more times. Each time, he seemed to sense when she was approaching. He looked at her with those dark eyes that seemed to hypnotize her. And as he thrust himself faster and faster into the maid, he kept eye contact with Arinia. It made her hot. It fueled her desire.

And when he drank the blood from her throat, Arinia wished it was her blood flowing into his body, that it was her lust mixing with his, that it was her body receiving his seed.

But every time, he said, “Run,” and she ran.

Arinia had grown older and more mature over the past four years. Even though she was still a virgin, she knew the heights of pleasure. She didn’t even have to penetrate her hot cave to experience it. The pleasure pearl in front of the forbidden entrance brought her true feelings of happiness. And today, she was sure that she would be the one he took.

Today she would seek him out.

She would go to him, to the place where no living soul dared to venture at night.

It was a full moon. Arinia was certain that he would go out again in search of fresh blood. And she would offer herself to him. She would beguile him with her innocent purity. The scent of her virginity would overwhelm him, so that this time he would not take just any maid or peasant girl.

As she took one last look in the mirror, a confident smile spread across her pretty face. He was taken with her. He had visited her several times in her bedchamber. Perhaps he had even hoped to take her during those visits. But the mirror with the angel figures had prevented him. There was something about him that prevented him from approaching her. He had looked at her with a consuming gaze – and finally fled.

Today would be different.

She was no longer a child. She had turned eighteen a few days ago. Her parents were already planning to introduce her to suitable gentlemen. But she didn’t want anyone – only him!

That’s why she had to go to him.

She quickly slipped off her light nightgown and grabbed a sheer red undergarment trimmed with delicate lace that sensually accentuated her creamy white breasts. When she slipped it down over her shoulders, all her charms were completely exposed to him. Perhaps then he would not only caress her neck with his sharp teeth, but also her full breasts, which longed for his touch.

To keep from freezing in the evening chill, she reached for her dark green velvet cloak. She pulled the hood far over her head so that all her hair was covered. Then she crept out onto the balcony. She took a deep breath, for now she had to climb down the trellis. With her dress and heavy cloak, this was no easy task.Unfortunately, she had no other choice, for she must not encounter a servant or her parents while sneaking through the house lightly dressed and wearing a cloak.

“You can do this,” she said encouragingly to herself. Then she climbed onto the balcony railing, reached over to the white trellis, and threw herself half-falling onto the struts. She paused for a moment. Her chest rose and fell violently, and her pulse pounded loudly in her ears. When she had calmed down a little, she climbed down bit by bit. She was grateful that her parents had decided not to let rose bushes grow up here this year. Arinia did not want to fight with the thorns.

Finally, she was back on solid ground. She turned around and straightened her shoulders. Now the next hurdle awaited her. The path to the hill where she hoped to find him was long, and it led through the dark forest, where dangers surely lurked. Again, she had no choice if she wanted to convince him.

He shouldn’t just take her, thrust his rod into her, and then drink her blood. He should unite with her properly, plant his seed in her, and let his virus sink into her blood. She wanted to be bound to him forever.

“At full moon on the cursed hill,” he had told her during his last visit to her chamber. His voice was dark and threatening, yet passionate and promising. “If you are brave, come. If you doubt, stay.”

Since then, she had thought of nothing but him, of the desire he had awakened in her. Of the longing that had grown stronger with each passing year.

Was it madness to meet a stranger secretly in the middle of the night?

Was it madness to long for this dark immortality?

As she followed the path, Arinia thought of all the stories she had heard as a child – of bloodsuckers, of shadow creatures, of dark love. Back then, she had hidden under the covers until she saw such a shadow creature for the first time at the age of fourteen. A breathtakingly attractive man to whom every servant and maid willingly gave herself. Over and over again.

Today, Arinia was ready to step into the darkness and offer herself – for eternity.

Her grandmother would have cursed her. Her mother would be distraught. But Arinia suddenly felt more alive than ever before. Perhaps it was the darkness that magically attracted her. And the knowledge that she could escape all the boring marriage candidates. Finally, she would experience what all her servants had long been allowed to experience. Passion, sensuality – and merging with him.

Finally, she reached the forest. She stopped and looked up at the sky, where the moon shone brightly and magnificently. She just had to trust that nothing would happen to her. He had invited her to him. He would make sure that no one harmed her. Although she clung to this hope, she hesitantly entered the shadows. No animal rustled, no twig cracked, the ground beneath her feet seemed soft and springy under her steps. After a few steps, darkness enveloped her.

She stopped, her heartbeat quickening. Her eyes had to adjust to the dangerous blackness. But was it really dangerous and threatening? Or did she feel a pleasant excitement and anticipation? Arinia didn’t know. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was her desire to climb the hill and meet him.

As soon as her eyes had adjusted a little to the darkness, she hurried on. Silence enveloped her, the cold brushing her cheeks. Nothing could stop her. Then she heard the hoot of an owl. Nearby was the old crypt where owls and bats lived. From there, a winding path led up the hill. She hurried forward with quick steps. Soon she was at her destination. Her heart beat faster, her blood pulsed more powerfully.

The moon stood directly above the hill, and she recognized him as a black silhouette. Her mouth went dry. She blinked. There was no turning back. With burning desire, she approached him, first letting the hood slip from her head, then letting the cloak fall to the ground. The thin undergarment was caught by the cool wind, revealing her slender ankles.

“You’re trembling,” he whispered when she was almost standing in front of him.

Yes, she was trembling. Perhaps from the cold, but even more so from unfulfilled desire.

“Do you know that you can never turn back?” he asked, his voice dark with lust.

“I don’t want to,” she replied firmly. And to emphasize her words, she slid the right sleeve of her undergarment down from her shoulder.

A hiss escaped him when he saw her naked neck, which she offered him openly. “I want to be yours forever.” She reached for the left sleeve, pulled it down too, a little lower, until her light breasts shimmered naked before him in the night. She stretched her tempting curves toward him, her nipples stiff and erect. “Forever.”

He reached out his hand, stroked her naked skin, brushed the hard pearls before grasping them firmly and pulling them lengthwise. She gasped, a pleasurable pain shooting through her. His gaze became greedy. He pulled her toward him by her stiff nipples. Then he bent down and took a nipple into his mouth, nibbling on it and sucking eagerly. Arinia moaned, grabbed his hair, and pressed him harder against her soft flesh. She could already feel his teeth scraping against her skin. Panting, she pushed her lower body against him, rubbing herself against him to further fuel her desire.

He tore himself away from her. His black eyes glowed red. He was more than ready. She knew that look. Quickly, she pulled her dress completely down. It fell to the floor, and her naked body offered herself to him shamelessly. He pulled her wildly toward him, pressing his mouth to her neck. With one hand, he opened his pants. His rod sprang out impetuously. He grabbed her thigh, lifted it up, and placed it around his hips. He purposefully guided his hardness to her wet center. He could smell it; she was already dripping with lust.

“Mine,” he growled. Then he grabbed her by the neck, thrust himself hard into her with a powerful jerk, while at the same time sinking his sharp teeth into her neck.

Arinia screamed piercingly. The pain enveloped her, twofold. He was ruthless. He pushed deeper into her, sucking the blood from her neck, thrusting into her hard and greedily. Soon the burning pain turned into pleasurable agony. She moaned, pushing herself toward his thrusts. She felt dizzy, but she didn’t want to free herself from him, wanted to feel him even deeper. She grabbed his neck with both hands, pulled herself up, and wrapped her second leg around him. She pressed her center greedily against him, forcing him to fill her, to pump into her, and at the same time to suck and drink from her neck.

“More,” she gasped. She was dizzy. She was so close, and yet it wasn’t enough for the redeeming climax.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered her, licking the wound on her neck. She obeyed, sliding one hand down, rubbing her pearl and moaning as hot lust coursed through her. “Yes, my sweet, come for me. Milk my cock.”

Arinia shivered at his dirty words. She had never heard a man talk like that before. And it turned her on incredibly. She rubbed her pearl harder, then pushed her finger a little deeper, feeling his cock thrusting into her. With a throaty moan, she let her finger slide inside her along with his hardness. He opened his eyes wide, and she saw the glowing red. But instead of thrusting harder, he grabbed his throat and ran his sharp fingernail across the skin until it bled. Then he grabbed her head, pressed her lips to the wound, and she understood.

As he continued to fuck her and she pushed her finger into her cave with him, she sucked on his neck, drinking his blood just as he had drunk hers before. When the first drops ran hot down her throat, she arched her back. Her body tensed, her inner muscles pressing tightly around him. The orgasm enveloped her in the highest feelings of bliss, which he also felt. With a guttural roar, he let her milk him. His juice shot into her, his seed flooding her body. He lowered his head and sank his teeth into her neck again, drinking from her once more and thrusting wildly and violently until the last drop was spent.

Then he collapsed onto the floor with her, holding her tightly in his arms. Her hard nipples rubbed against his clothes, reigniting her desire. She looked at him. He looked at her.

And a reddish fire glowed in both their eyes.

“You are mine now,” he growled.

“Forever,” she confirmed.

And as the moon shone down on them, they gave themselves over to their lust once more. As lovers for eternity.