The shower and Simon
The hot water felt like being reborn. It steamed up her lower bathroom as she showered the evening's blood off of her for the second time. She mused about the unnerving turn of events. Why couldn't the night have ended on a happy note? A little feeding, new test subjects for the beast, regardless of the watered down quality of blood...the night had such promise.
She sighed.
Now Simon was undoubtedly on her way to tell her something else. She still had to deal with this Hillman fellow and Marthinus, how to aquire a spare ancient and keep the clan in line. Although the latter is what she had Simon for, a PR man of sorts. Ellis rested her head against the glass and mused. The 21st century, although having many technological marvels, is still made up of some of the power hungry humans she had ever seen. No one learns from anything. Power was so corrupting.
Ellis thought about how it had affected her. 'I'm fairly stable.' The thought made her grin, baring her fangs in a large and boisterous laugh. She reached over and turned the water off. The shower glass opened, releasing the steam into the bathroom. She stumbled slowly to the mirror, now relaxed by the hot shower.
She cleared the fogged glass with her hand and looked at her reflection. She snorted again. Humans and their wives tales. If they only knew. She leaned forward and looked at the bullet wounds on her ample chest. They were just closed up now but still a little bruised. The hair on her neck bristled.
'Give or take an hour and you'll be as right as rain.'
'You're getting better at that. I'll have to kill you soon.' Her accent was suddenly thick, probably from being so relaxed.
Simon reached out and touched the bruises on her back. 'These look good too.' Ellis closed her eyes as he touched her.
'I thought we were talking later?'
'What, you said after your shower.' He grinned at her reflection in the mirror.
'Aye, boy-o,' her pet name for him since they had met. One she never used in public, 'that I did.'
He touched her wet hair, moving it off her shoulder. 'You should feed a little, it'll help.'
Ellis took a step back and leaned into his arms. He encircled her with them and wedged his chin in between her neck and shoulder. She noticed that he had changed already. Must've been in the shower a while, she thought. His skin was smooth on her's and he smelled musky.
'It can wait. Tell me what's so important.'
Simon kissed her neck just then. She sighed, her legs turning to jello. He licked up to her ear and assaulted it, breathing heavily into it.
'It can wait,' he said.
It was morning outside and after the evening's events, he had chosen something casual to meet with Ellis, figuring he'd go and get some rest afterwards. He was wearing a thin white T-shirt and blue jeans that hung low loose on his hips. Her apartment was next to his so he was barefoot, his feet slightly wet now from her the condensation on the floor. The mirror was fogging over the clear spot she had wiped with her hand, blocking his view of her. So he turned her around and pushed her up against the counter. His hands traced down her hips and he pulled her closer, lips inches from her's.
She had a small smile on her face and he could see a bit of her fang protruding. She was much shorter than him, which he loved and he tilted his head down, brushing his nose against her's with a matching smile. She giggled like he knew she would. They were so different together in private than in public. They gave equally in their love making, but he was the clear agressor and dominate one. Publically Simon followed her without question, her loyal slave, privately she was his.
He kissed her slowly and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling them closer together. Hungrily he picked her up and set her down on the counter, deepening their kiss. His tongue dipped into her mouth, feeling her fangs and nudging her tongue. He stepped in between her legs and reached up with his right hand, grabbing her face and tangling the left in her hair. His breathing became rough and he shivered slightly as she wrapped her long legs around his hips.
He was agressive, demanding, controlling...everything she always wanted him to be publically. He kept this part hidden away from everyone but her. Her black heart warmed at his touch. He made her whole but broke her into a thousand pieces at the same time.
Suddenly Simon pulled his lips away from hers and her heart wept. He was looking at her now, deep into her green eyes with his hazel ones. She would've given him anything at that moment, her Clan, her power, her body, her life...all she wanted was that mouth. As if reading her mind, Simon lifted her left hand and slowly sucked her index finger as he took a step back. Ellis could feel her fangs pulsing, her blood rushing inside of her, warming her, preparing for the inevitable.
Simon dropped her hand and reached down, pulling his T-shirt out of his jeans. Ellis slipped off of the counter, trying hard now not to pounce him. He pulled the shirt over his head, ruffling his already gorgeous hair. He balled up the material, flexing his arms and threw it on the floor.
'Move it,' he commanded and turned away from her, leaving the bathroom.
She had aged gracefully. Her turning happened at the height of her beauty and the long years she had lived showed no wear on her olive skin. Her long black hair was pulled over her shoulder and pieces of it hung over her right eye. Simon's hands went to his jeans, unbuttoning the fly. Ellis' hand came up and scratched the soft spot in between her breasts.
He came undone just watching her. He finished he way up to her bed, just barely able to tear his eyes off her to climb the steps. Turning he undid his fly entirely and sat down on the large roman sized bed. Where her clothes had intricate designs, her bed had none. It was simple, the color of a pale red rose with different sized pillows to lounge on. He leaned back onto his elbows and smiled, exposing the soft skin below his belly button and his rigid stomach muscles. Simon had also picked a good year to be turned.
Ellis made her slow ascent up the stairs and stood before him, in between his legs. Simon looked at her, from head to toe, caressing her with his eyes. Finally returning from her legs, back up her mid drift and up into her watery green eyes. It was a hard stare, one full of want and need. He nodded down.
Ellis ran her hands back down to the fly of his jeans and he inhaled sharply as she pulled at him. He was throbbing thru his jeans and practically coming out of the opened fly. She ran her tongue down from his belly button over his smooth skin, down to his shaft. Simon laid back on the bed and his stomach quivered.
She tugged at his jeans slowly and tortured him with her mouth. Ellis eased his jeans down long his slim hips and finally took him into her mouth. Simon grabbed a fistful of sheets and his back arched. She took him fully into her mouth, then rhythmically started to stroke him at the base with her right hand. The left coming up to scratch at his stomach again. From base to tip she licked and sucked his engorged erection. She started to moan softly as Simon's breathing became faster. Her fangs scraped at him and the sensation made Ellis pull at his hips closer to her and take him as deeply as possible. She looked up, watching Simon struggle with the ecstasy. She took him out and licked down the shaft, along his sac and the pulsing of his artery over took her as she felt the tingle of hunger turn to a massive pang of need.
Ellis licked the inside of his thigh and then bit down with her fangs.
Suddenly he could feel her hunger as she grabbed him, pulling him forward. She leaned over him and quickly made him shudder with her want. Simon felt her mouth release him, only to lick him slowly down to his shaft and lick and suck his sac. Simon took a deep breath and waited as she felt her mouth move to his inner thigh. Her hand came back and continued to stroke him. He looked down and saw her gaze on him. She bared her fangs at him and bit down.
'Oh god...Ell...oh,' he mumbled incoherently.
She drank deeply from him and it broke him into a thousand pieces. How pleasurable was the vampire's bite, especially from one such as Ellis, his creator? This is how she captured him so many years ago. She fed off him during their love making when he was human. He had never been with anyone as experienced as Ellis but her kisses and biting, what he thought were just sexual bites, drove him into such a fury of passion that she was all he could think about. During the day, patrolling the village as the town's constanable. Her body, her smell, that mouth. She fed off him daily, taking a little but leaving her mark on him. When he noticed them they were mere love bites, slight bruising but thru the haze of the passion he never noticed the drops of his blood on her bed sheets.
Ellis' body became rigid as she drank from him. Her ancient power exuded like waves of energy. She continued to stroke him, forcing him into a violent but extremely pleasurable orgasm. He ripped her sheets and bared his fangs as she bit him. He sat up and grabbed her hair, moaning loudly, his body aching. His eyes rolled back back into his head and suffered thru another wave of the orgasm. Simon panted and moaned her name, repeating it like a mantra.
He felt Ellis disengaged and the moment she did so, he grabbed her roughly and threw her back onto the bed. Her watery green eyes were bright and luminescent. She was starting to blood lust. Simon climbed on top of her and forced himself in. He covered her body with his and kissed deeply her bloodied lips. Her legs wrapped around him as he entered her and he felt her back arch at the sudden but wanted intrusion.
Simon began to fuck her hard. He pinned her arms up and thrusted his hips hard against her. He kissed her deeply and growled, tasting his own blood, sparking his own hunger. He reached down and put his arms under her shoulders and pulled her close. He bent down and assaulted her nipples, licking and sucking them, biting them hard enough to make her cry out. Simon was spurred on by her moaning and he licked the inside of her clevage, at her supple rounded breasts and bit down, breaking the skin and drank.
He started a blazed trail of kisses and sucking down to breasts, lapping at her nipples, teasing them with tongue. He bit down hard, making her scream and want him even more, if that were possible. He looked up at her, hazel eyes on fire as she bared his fangs and bit down on her breast.
The orgasm racked thru her like lightning. She dug her nails into his back and raked lines of torn skin up his back. He shook at her touch and continued his assault on her body, drinking deeply from his opening on her chest. Her legs tightened as the orgasm rippled thru her and tapered down. Simon reached down and grabbed her hip, pulling it forward with each of this thrusts. Another orgasm ripped thru her as they made angry love.
He was grunting and his breathing was ragged as he drank from her. It almost pained him to pull away. The sounds of her moaning and calling his name was hypnotizing. Roughly he turned her over onto her stomach and picked up her hips, posing her ass perfectly for him. He pushed into her again without hesitation and it was Ellis' turn to grab the bed sheets and cry out. He kissed along her back, running his tongue along the small of it. His moaning matched her's as he fucked her senseless, his fingers digging into her skin on her hips.
He wanted her. All of her. He could not have enough of this woman. His thoughts strayed to other places he would have to take her and have taken her. An alley way, his blue jag, the private room in the Abby. One night in the House of Pain she rode him in their private booth, strangers looking on. He didnt know what was more pleasurable, her on top of him or everyone looking as they fucked.
His fangs pulsed in his mouth, his arousal hyped again by the thought. He rolled over onto his back and pulled her on top of him, facing away. Simon pushed up into Ellis as she leaned back and bucked her hips. He couldnt help but cry out, he was so deep inside her. He felt his face flush as he rang his tongue over his fangs.
Rolling to his right side, he spooned her. He began nibbling on her neck but not quite breaking the skin. She half giggled and moaned. He took her left leg and pulled it back over his, again penetrating her deeply. Their rhythm slowed slightly as he whispered promises of later hard love making in her ear. Promises made with her obedience. Slow, hard fucking. Maybe in public he'd let her suck him off again. His pace picked up as he teased her with his words. He felt another orgasm reaching its pinnacle as he made her moan.
Ellis pulled away from Simon and pushed him onto his back again. She climbed on top and rode him. Pulling him up by his hands, she drapped her arms over his shoulders and along his back. He dug his face into her breasts again, sucking and licking. She felt them both coming closer again to the edge. Ellis reached down and cupped his face, kissing him deeply, grazing their fangs together. He grabbed at her back frantically then reached down to cup her ass.
Together they moaned thru their half kisses till finally she threw her head back and came hard. He pulled her close, almost squeezing the air out of her as he came with her. Slowly they came down from their orgasms, kissing each other softly. Her tongue came out and licked his lips.
Ellis looked at Simon. She knew she didnt have to say it but this man was her world. She went thru her life always winning her battles because she always fought with nothing to lose. She never had to worry about Simon, he managed to keep himself safe. But if there were ever anything to break her, it wouldn't be his disloyalty.
It would be losing him.