Cael’s Star

This story was written as just that, a story, not just an erotic rambling. If your looking for a piece in quick porn, this is probably not the one for you. If your looking for a story, larger in length with more character development, then this is certainly for you. I hope you enjoy the piece, I sure loved writing it 🙂

Star smoothed her hair out self-consciously, peering in the mirror at her reflection and making a little face. Yes, Star. Her parents had named her in their last years of hippie-ness, and, fortunately for her, she really liked the name. Star was short, maybe 5’2″ or there about, she stopped measuring herself when she turned 13 and realized she’d never grow another inch. She had waist-length dark coffee-brown hair that hung in large curls that clung to her curves like velcro, her large liquid eyes were a startling light golden toffee color, and her complexion was a soft cream with a hint of molasses stirred in.

Heaving a little sigh, Star replaced the barrette that held her hair back from her face, letting a couple of tendrils escape to give that windblown look that seemed to fit her small round face perfectly. She strapped on an apron over her cut-off blue jean shorts and her toffee-brown tank top. Giving one last look at her face in the mirror to make sure her make-up was flawless enough to be unnoticeable, she opened the bathroom door and strode out.

Almost immediately she saw Stan, her boss, at the little mom-and-pop pizza house she worked at from 4-10:30 every Monday, Tuesday, and Friday. The rest of the week she got off around eight o’clock, but started much earlier.

“Hey, Stan!” She give a cheerful wave, grinning a little at him as she wandered by. “I’m off my break now.” At her words Stan checked his watch, and then gave a little nod.

“Table 14 is running out of drinks and El went for her break. Can you handle them?” he asked quietly.

“‘Course,” she said, giving a little shrug.

Table 14 was the rowdy crowd of boys Stanzeria’s always got on Friday nights. Maybe “boys” was the wrong word—I guess one could call them “men”; however, that would be a stretch so far as Star was concerned. As she headed toward them, they gave a few catcalls and generally harassed her, causing a small smile to tug at her lips.

“Settle down, settle down, boys,” she said when she stopped beside the table, “How you doing tonight? Needing any refills?” she asked in her chipper work voice.

“Dr. Pecker for me.” One raised his glass, giving a self-satisfied smirk at his little joke; the rest of the boys laughed and cheered him on.

“I get it, I get it,” she said, laughing along with them and counting the number of drinks. “Back in a minute.” With that, she took off to get the many refills.

Star was 18, but barely, and despite her parents’ earlier hippyish ways she was raised in a rather conservative manner. She had done all her homework, made A’s and B’s in school, and had managed to get into U of O in Eugene, Oregon, where she was living, working, and studying the arts and literature. Her parents lived in the more populated area northward from Eugene in Portland, and managed to drive down and check on her occasionally.

Stan didn’t pay her an amazing amount of money, but her tips did bring a rather good living. Besides, she also had substantial income coming from her parents, who’d set aside a good trust fund for her in their earlier years. She had a small studio apartment down 11th street. All in all, she didn’t have too much time to herself; it was too taken up with working and studying. Sure, plenty of men would come on to her, smile, wave, even approach if they were feeling adventurous, but after the first 6 months of school, most soon realized it was a hopeless dream to approach Star Artenza.

She returned to the boys with two pitchers of soda-pop, one Dr. Pepper and the other plain old Coca-cola. They hooted their enjoyment as she leaned over to pour the glass, razzing her for all she was worth. It didn’t bother her much; they were regulars and they’d already given up on any serious conquest long ago.

“There ya go, boys.” She winked as she trotted off to check the rest of her tables. Glancing up at the large mounted wall clock she realized it was 45 minutes until her shift was over, and that made her pick up the pace, grinning happily. It had been a good night. Fridays always brought good tips.

The rest of the evening brought nothing new, she managed her tables like a pro, despite the fact she’d had this, her first job, for only about 4 months now. She had quickly settled into a routine, being a quick learner and naturally watchful. The boys at table 14 stayed up until closing time, but El had come in about 10 minutes after she’d refilled the glasses, taking over the rowdy bunch with a wink and wicked smile. El was one of those girls that teased the bull when the bull was in the coral, but don’t ever let it out or she’d run like hell. Star liked her, and they’d become rather good friends.

Clock-out time came; they’d wiped down all of the tables, refilled the condiments, and helped Stan with the kitchen.

“Well, I’m heading to bed. I’m beat,” Stan said in the quiet manner he had, glancing over at the two girls who’d covered for him that day. One of the waitresses had called in sick for the fifth time in a row, and he’d been interviewing replacements. “If you two girls know anyone who works as hard as you do, send her on over for an interview.”

Nodding and yawning, they both pulled on their sweaters. “Sure thing, Stan. If I think of anyone. I’ll be sure to send her over. Well, goodnight you two.” And with that, she waved to her two companions and sauntered out the back door into the employee parking lot.

Yes, well, Oregon is generally a cold and rainy place, but it was in the middle of August, and August was one of the two hot months out of the year. She wasn’t worried about being rained on, despite the nip in the air. Making a beeline for her little mint-condition pearl white ’88 Volkswagen Rabbit convertible, she fished her keys out from around her neck. She’d started carrying her keys on a chain around her neck when she lost them constantly for two weeks straight; this worked better.

Star wandered over toward the car with her head tilted down in search of the correct key. By the time she finally reached her destination and looked up, she noticed a man leaning against the hood of her car, watching her silently. She heaved a little sigh, raising an eyebrow at him as she slowly unlocked her car door. He was dressed in black slacks, spit-shinned black boots, and a black silk shirt.Black, black, black, she thought, beginning to get sick of this sort of male. A large coat was over his shoulder, making him look almost professional.

“Good evening,” he said slowly. His voice was deep and smooth like caramel; she didn’t care.

“Good night.” She slipped into the car, shaking her head at the Eugene wacko’s guild. Who approached a woman at midnight in the middle of a silent parking lot and expected her not to call for the police? It dawned on her that she really ought to be frightened of this sort of thing; maybe she’d grown up too sheltered. She moved to shut the door, and suddenly he was standing in the doorway, blocking her.

“I am Cael,” he said, in that slow rich voice again, looking down at her.

Star looked up, a frown creasing her forehead. “I don’t care. Now kindly remove yourself from my doorway.” Cael’s pale, ice-blue eyes looked startled for a moment, perfectly framed by locks of what looked like platinum silver hair in the moonlight.bably a blonde Star thought silently to herself as Cael took a polite step backward so she could shut her door.

“Thanks,” she said, shut the door, and turned the key on the ignition. The car started up and purred like a kitten. She loved this car. The strange man remained just outside her door, looking a bit puzzled as she pulled out of her parking space and drove down the road the three blocks to her tiny apartment.

She emerged from the car, unlocked her door, and ran to the bathroom to take a much-deserved shower. Towel drying her hair afterward, she riffled through her books on her desk, pulling out herAmerican Literature book and tossing it on the bed for some before bedtime reading. She spared a glance at her naked form in the long mirror on the bathroom door, smiling a little at her own well-defined body. She had a flat stomach, shapely hips and thighs, and medium-sized breasts, not unbelievable really, but pretty in their own right.

She turned back toward the bed, sitting on top of the covers to air dry while finishing up her American lit homework. At about 1:30, she flipped off the lights and lay her head comfortably against her pillows, letting sleep drag her down into oblivion.

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The next day, Star got a call at around eleven in the morning. It had been Stan. He’d asked her if she’d come in that afternoon because he’d just fired the young lady who’d been so carefully avoiding work. Star agreed. She could always use a little extra cash.

She called El, who picked up the phone sleepily. “Hrmph?” she’d mumbled sleepily.

“Hey, El, it’s Star,” she waited for the name to sink into El’s sleep-dazed mind. El was short for Elisa, but she’d hated the name so much she began just going by El.

“Hey, Star,” she mumbled sleepily. “What are you doing calling me so bloody early?”

“It’s eleven thirty, El. Get up. I’d like to go to Valley River with you to pick up a few new clothes from Ross.” She’d already gotten up and dressed by nine thirty that morning and managed to get a bit of extra-credit homework in. “It’s the weekend, I want to enjoy it for a change.”

“Okay, okay. I’ll meet you there, girl.” The phone clicked to signal that she’d hung up. El wasn’t really one for idle chit-chat unless she had something amusing to relate.

It didn’t take her long to hop in her car and speed on over to Valley River Center, the larger of the two major malls in the Eugene/Springfield area. Ross wasn’t exactly in the mall, more off to the side across the street. She pulled her car into one of the compact spaces and got out, swinging her little purse over her shoulder.

El was leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette.Camel filters, ick! Star thought and waved to her friend as she made her way closer. El was dressed in boot-cut blue jeans and a cut-off faded blue tank with the words “Porn Star” printed in white rhinestones. She was a bit dramatic at times.

“What do you want to get here?” she asked, throwing the butt down on the ground and grinding it out with the heel of her Doc Martin boot.

Shrugging, Star pulled open the door. “Let’s go in and look. I don’t want to stand in the rain.” Yes, rain. Oregon is one of those odd places that you never really know exactly what will be happening. Despite the fact that it had been lovely and blue-skied and hot the day before, it was overcast and raining the next.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” she said, following Star into the store. Ross, as usual, was a mess. It was absolute insanity that anyone was able to find a damn thing in the chaos that was the Valley River Ross Store. Maybe that’s why Star always managed to find perfect deals.

“Goddess,” El said, rolling her eyes skyward, “Let’s get what you want and get outa here, girl.”

Working their way through pile upon pile of clothing, they finally managed to pick out a few things. Despite her short stature, Star was not anorexic. She was a size eight or nine, depending on style and the company who made the clothes.

El picked out a short skirt that came down to about mid-thigh, black and tight. Star protested, but El wouldn’t take any of it. She’d also picked out a low-cut tank that came down just below Star’s breasts, then hung in a see-through slinky net that clung to all of her curves. She’d had to pay for both items of clothing as Star flat out refused.

What Star picked out for herself was a couple nice pairs of blue jean pants and a couple of long-sleeved shirts that showed just enough of her belly so you could see her belly button. She damned society’s idea of what was “in style” and looked for modest yet appealing ensembles.

The two friends spent a goodly amount of time picking things out, and ended up checking out from Ross with a good seventy-five dollars worth of clothing, way more than intended, an entire wardrobe by Ross standards.

A nice young man had checked them out. El couldn’t stop herself from flirting, leaning forward and winking at him. She peered at his nametag. “Hey, Gabe.” She winked. He just chuckled at her, shaking his head.

“‘S’up,” was all he said, giving a wide grin at her open admiration. Star carried the bags out to her car while El exchanged numbers with the nice man. She just wasn’t interested in those things.

The rest of the afternoon was spent in idle gossip and eating a late lunch at Red Robin across from Ross. During their long conversation involving mostly El’s latest conquests, Star brought up the previous evening’s events.

“Okay, okay, let me get this straight,” El began, leaning back with a little grin. “A strange man introduces himself to you in the middle of the night in the parking lot, nicely dressed, and you brush him off?” She shook her head, chuckling softly.

“Listen to yourself, El! You’d have brushed him off too! It’s not right to be searching for chicks at that time of night.” Rolling her eyes she gobbled a piece of chicken, eyeing her friend from across the table.

“Maybe so,” she conceded, chuckling a bit more. “Was he handsome?”

“Maybe in an odd stalker type of way. I don’t really pay attention to that type of thing, you know that.” She shrugged her shoulders and a moment later the subject was changed onto something else completely.

Star did manage to make it to work on time, stopping at her apartment to throw on a pair of her brand new boot-cut blue jeans, tied up the sides with simulated leather cording, and a short, dark-blue shirt that showed off a bit of her tummy. Freshening up her make-up, she blinked at herself in the mirror a couple times then ran out the door to meet Stan at four o’clock.

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Same ol,’ same ol’, she thought to herself, then glanced at the clock with a little groan. It was just after nine o’clock and darkness descended outside. She gazed out the window with a little longing. Her feet hurt and she’d been run dead through the busy Saturday rush. She glanced at El, who looked about as tired as she felt, throwing her a small smile.

The little bell signaled that someone else had entered the busy pizzeria. Star looked up and snatched a menu to meet the man standing in the doorway.

“Just one tonight?” She said in her happy voice, not even really seeing the man before her.

“Mmhmm,” said a rich voice she recognized. “Just one, thank you.” She looked up immediately, her mouth compressed in a thin line as she gazed at the man before her.

“Hrmph,” was all she said, but a small smile touched his lips at her obvious recognition. In the clear light of the pizzeria, Star got a much better look at him. He stood about six feet tall, give an inch or two, had a medium build, shoulder-length blonde hair in loose curls, bordering on waves. His ice-blue eyes were more startling in the light, and she let her gaze slide over him once more.

He was wearing some sort of tightly fitted black leather pants, designed with the admirer in mind, and a black fishnet t-shirt. He threw his long black coat over one arm, raising an eyebrow sarcastically.

“Are you planning on seating me, or are we going to stand here all evening gazing at one another?” he asked in a very polite tone, that rich velvet voice rolling over her eardrums. She snapped her eyes back up to his eyes, frowning again.

“Right this way, sir,” she said, leading him very specifically to El’s section.

“I’d like to sit at that table, please,” he said slowly. She turned to see that he was pointing at the single open table in her section.

“Of course.” She muttered, changing course to bring him to the table. “Anything to drink while you look over the menu?”

“Coke, please.” Leaning back in the chair, he cut his eyes upward at her, as if watching her every movement.

“Right away,” she said, and hurried away from the table.

While she was filling his glass with Coke from the machine in the kitchen, El sauntered in with an arched eyebrow. “Who’s that!?” she asked, a knowing smile tugging her lips.

“It’s that guy I told you about at lunch, El! He’s apparently not going to give up. Ick.” She heaved a little sigh, but couldn’t help thinking about how good he looked in those tight leather pants.My, my! she’d thought..

“You’re kidding? You’re still gonna brush him off?” Her friend asked, shaking her head in dismay. “Why? Look at him! He’s gorgeous!”

Star only shrugged in response, making a noncommittal sound.

“I guess, but I’m not interested right now, I have to concentrate on my studies.” But she had to admit, he was incredibly good looking in an almost dangerous way. As she carried his glass of Coke back to him, she took the time to examine his face. He had perfect lush lips, a classical nose, and strong but delicate jaw. His cheeks were high and well defined; he truly was attractive, she had to admit.

“There you go,” she said, smiling at him. “Can I get you anything else, sir?”

“I’m Cael, and you are…” he repeated the statement from the previous evening, his voice slow and even.

“My name is Star,” she responded, tapping her nametag with her pen. “Your dinner, sir?” she reminded him.

He looked her up and down, starting at her heeled boots and working his way up her body to meet her eyes. “I’m good,” he said, licking his lips in the most erotic, or frightening, manner imaginable. “For now,” he finished, nibbling his lower lip.

Star began to blush at this blatant come on, having never been approach in such a way by any man in her life. All she could manage was a nod to her head, turning on her heels and nearly running back to the kitchen.

“Heh, he watched your behind until he couldn’t see you anymore,” El commented idly, snickering as her friend’s blush depended to a dusky rose.

“I can’t take that table, El, you take it,” Star said, shaking her head to clear it of the many interesting images that clouded her mind. It wasn’t as if she never thought about men or didn’t have fantasies, she just didn’t care to carry her fantasies to fruition. She had better things to do with her time then men and sex. At least, that’s what she thought.

El nodded. “Sure thing, girl. But I don’t know why you’re brushing that one off.” She glanced back at the man sitting silently at the table.

“Because he’s probably a psycho!” Star snapped, grabbing the pie that Stan told her was for one of her tables and heading back out into the main room of the restaurant.

Two and a half hours later, a very tired Star gazed mournfully at the clock, then back to the table where the odd man was seated. He hadn’t moved, nor had he taken one sip of his Coke. He never ordered any pizza and hadn’t called her back over to his table. That changed as if he was reading her mind. Raising one hand, he signaled her attention and she came over a little guardedly.

“I’d like to meet with you after you’ve completed your work,” he said in that slow manner of his, almost as if he was overcoming an accent.

“I don’t date,” she said just as slowly, as if he spoke a different language and simply didn’t understand her. “I go to school, and work, and home. That’s it.”

A smile tugged the corners of his mouth and he shook his head, causing his tumble of hair to brush his shoulders.

“Humor me.”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because you won’t leave me the hell alone! You do not simply approach a woman in the middle of the night, then stalk her the next day and expect her to fall at your feet! I don’t care how good looking you are.” And with that, she spun on her heels and stalked off, feeling quite angry. Once she reached the kitchen, Stan raised an inquiring eyebrow at her.

“What was that about?” he asked in that mild-mannered way of his.

“That guy… he approached me last night when I was going to my car. He wants to go out with me.” She heaved a sigh, glancing at Stan’s face to see if he was angry at her blow up. He wasn’t.

“I’ll ask him to leave.” But when he turned, the table was empty, and a twenty dollar bill was placed under the still full glass he’d abandoned.

“Maybe he got the message,” she said quietly. Stan just nodded and went back to flinging dough.

Closing time came, and Star peered out a crack in the back door nervously to make sure no one was leaning against her car this time. Assuming she was safe, not seeing anyone, she slipped out the door and walked toward her car.

“Star, wait,” Stan said, coming out the door. “Let me walk you to your car.” It was a sweet gesture, one geared to make her feel more comfortable and safe working for him.

“Don’t worry over it, Stan, I’ll be fine,” she said, casting him a brilliant smile. He nodded slowly but didn’t move from the doorway.

Unlocking the car door, she slipped inside without incident. No strange handsome man tonight. The thought almost made her sad, but that was foolish, and she knew it. She pulled out of the driveway and sped home, feeling tired and grimy and wanting nothing more than a shower.

The moment her apartment door opened and closed she was pulling off articles of clothing, kicking off her shoes and heading for the bathroom. She turned the knob for hot water, watching the steam mist through the room with a satisfied sigh. Once it was hot enough, she turned the cold water and tested till it was just right then slipped under the thrumming stream.

The apartment was small, but she loved it. She had a large bathroom with a huge tub and perfect tiny little kitchen. But what she loved the most about her apartment was something she’d never admit to El, although her world-wise friend was quite aware, was the detachable shower head that had adjustable strengths. Turn the knob for harder, or turn it the other way for softer. Tonight was just one of those nights.

After getting thoroughly wet and washing her body and hair meticulously, Star stepped on the stopper so that the water would begin to fill the tub. She unhooked the showerhead from its perch, then lay down gingerly, resting her back against the cold tile with a little hiss.

Spreading her legs, she let one rest along the edge of tub, then turned the knob on the showerhead to come in a hard thrumming spray and pressed it to her inner thigh with a little sigh of anticipation. She let the showerhead slide down her thigh slowly, finally coming to rest against her clit, letting the warm water massage all around her most intimate place, eliciting small whimpers and moans from her throat.

She bit her lower lip, letting her free hand slide along her own stomach, then up to lightly caress her breasts, pinching and tugging at her own nipples to heighten the sensations in her body. She shifted position a little, letting the water more directly hit her clit, causing her to whimper a little louder, enabling her to release her hold on the showerhead so she could slip two fingers into her pussy while the water played wonderful havoc on her clit.

Star let her mind wander as her hands continued their wicked work on her body, her thoughts inevitably flitting to and finally landing on the strange man who’d been invading her space the last few days. She focused on his piercing eyes and those perfect lips. She imagined his lips on her breasts, his hands caressing her stomach and impaling her so fully, his voice begging her to climax. That rich, slow, and oh-so-sexy voice telling her desperately he desired to hear her at the height of passion.

Her fingers worked inside of her, moving a little faster as her body began to tighten in response to her erotic imaginings, as if he were really there, begging these things from her. Closing her eyes with intense pleasure, Star arched her back slightly as she crashed down over that shining edge of orgasm, and a small cry ripped from her throat with the intensity of her pleasure.

She lay there, spent, breathing heavily with each little aftershock that ripped through her body. After what must have been about ten minutes she finally turned the water off and stood up on shaky legs. She pulled back the shower curtain and reached for a towel from the rack, then froze, her eyes on the tall figure in the doorway.

Cael leaned back against the doorway, watching her with those startling eyes of his and a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Mmm, my small exotic orchid, you sound better then I could have imagined.” He let the words drip from his lips, slow and erotic and colored by his desire. Pushing away from the door, he took the few steps to the bathtub in slow stride, relishing the shock and fear that crossed Star’s features.

“No… no!” Star seemed to find her voice, snatching the towel and holding it as protection before her naked body. “Get out! Get out or I’ll call the police!” Her voice sounded panicked even to her own ears.

“No, you will not,” he said, raising a hand with the slow precision he did everything to lightly touch her wet hair, then her cheek. She pulled away from him, shrinking against the corner, eyes wide with fear. “I will not hurt you, little love,” he said softly, but she remained unconvinced.

Heaving an exasperated sigh, he let his eyes roam quite hungrily along the length of her body. “This fight you are putting up is quite alluring,” he commented, reaching out to wrap his hand around her shoulder, drawing her prone body slowly into his embrace.

She remained unmoving for a few moments, letting his unbelievable strength draw her close against his body, giving her just the moment she was waiting for. She brought her knee up hard into his groin and clawed at his face with her fingernails, leaving a bloody streak against the paleness of his cheek.

He gave a little grunt and it didn’t have quite the desired effect, but Cael was startled enough that he released his grip on her. She wasted no time, letting the towel drop as she bolted to the door. She did manage to make it to the main room, almost reaching the door, but before she could reach it he was standing in front of her, the wounds she’d made on his face fully healed.

“What….?” She looked at him in utter shock, backing up slowly.

Cael smiled slowly, fangs obviously visible where she had noticed none moments before. “What are you?” she asked in a frightened voice, backing herself against the wall with no notice of the fact she was utterly nude.

He noticed the intense fear in her voice, and quickly stopped smiling. “I’m sorry, young one,” he said soothingly, not attempting to move any further forward. “You know what I am,” Cael began slowly, waiting patiently for the light to dawn on her.

She laughed, a sound void of humor. “You are not a vampire, there is no such thing, ‘Cael.'” Star spat his name like a curse, and a little frown creased his handsome forehead.

She blinked and he was suddenly on top of her, pinning her to the wall in a way that let her know exactly how happy he was to see her. She shrieked, and he covered her mouth with one hand, leaning his head down to her neck, flicking his tongue teasingly against her fluttering pulse. She fought against him, struggling against his inhuman strength to no avail, then bit the edge of his hand hard, tasting blood and eliciting a soft moan from her attacker.

“The more you struggle, the more I want you, little love,” he whispered against her ear, letting his sharp fangs lightly graze her neck, bringing a muffled screamed from her throat. “I do not wish to harm you, but you severely test my control.” He let his words come out smooth as velvet and just as soothing. “I know you want me, Star,” he continued in that soothing voice. “I can smell it on you, I can almost taste your desire on my tongue. Desire and fear; by God’s grace, you are intoxicating!” He took himself in hand, almost physically shaking himself before the last shreds of his control vanished.

Slowly, he removed his hand from her mouth, and the sight of her lips smeared with his own blood causing such a reaction inside his body that he could do nothing but capture those lips in his, drawing her into a deep and luxurious kiss. So caught up in the heat of that kiss, Star slowly began to relaxed, his obvious experience coaxing her gently from the mindless fever of fear, bringing her to the edge of the much more carnal and fiery emotions of lust and passion.

Cael drew away from her just enough to whisper, “Yes, my little love, let your body respond to me as I know you want so badly.” As he spoke, he raised his hands to her sides, lightly caressing with oh-so-gentle fingertips, the touch at war with the steel-strong way he had pinned her to the wall only moments before.

Star shivered in response to his touch, feeling suddenly self-conscious and terribly vulnerable in her naked state. Pulling away from him proved fruitless, and would likely get her hurt or worse. Slow tears began to trickle down her cheeks, tears that he caught on his tongue while his hands continue to caress their way along her outer thighs.

“Do not cry, little love, I will not hurt you,” he repeated again, breathing in the scent of her fear and lust and the sweet smell of her shampoo, and under it all, the scent of her blood.

“Yes, you will,” she managed, her entire body dissolving into uncontrollable shivers. What she wouldn’t admit even to herself was how badly she wanted him, how badly she wanted his hands on her body. It seemed like a dream, a wicked wet fantasy that she was unable to wake from. Yes, she was afraid of him, but the truth was that for some reason she didn’t really think he’d harm her. She was afraid because she’d never been with a man, and this was a man was obviously much more dangerous then she could even imagine.

“You don’t believe that,” he whispered, bringing his lips back down to her neck to feather against her rapidly beating pulse. She tensed against him, releasing a soft whimper as fear gripped her again.

“Don’t… please…” Hesitantly she brought her hand up to his shoulder, applying a little bit of pressure to push him back. Cael allowed himself to be pushed, raising his eyes to meet hers. “Don’t, your scaring me.” She repeated her plea, “Please go…” she began to slide against the wall, trying to get out of reach from him. He simply stood there, watching her in a frighteningly still pose.

“You do not wish me to leave, little love.” Cael said softly.

“Yes, I do,” she replied emphatically.

“I can taste you on my tongue; you do not wish me to leave.” He moved to pin her against the wall once more, letting his hands roam along her stomach and up to gently cup her velvet-soft breasts in his hands, rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

Star whimpered softly, biting her lower lip and looking away, shame and embarrassment causing color to creep along her neck as his continued attentions gave her such intense pleasure.

“There is no shame, little love. Your body knows what you need.” Cael wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her close against his body while he released her breasts and slid his hand slowly and teasingly down her stomach to the damp curls between her legs. Before she could protest, he slipped one finger inside and slowly massaged her aching hard clit.

Gasping uncontrollably, Star wrapped her arms about his waist to steady herself, feeling as if her legs would buckle if given half the chance. She could feel the color along her neck deepening with embarrassment as she gave little whimpers of pleasure, wishing she could keep silent.

Smiling quietly, he leaned forward to gently kiss the top of her head, then pull back to gaze into her face attentively, the smile stretching wider at the look she gave him, his fangs becoming visible once again. He continued to caress the area around her clit, bringing her closer to climax and coaxing more small sounds from her throat.

When Star’s legs did give out, forcing her eyes closed with a small moan, he lifted her gently and carried her toward the bed, laying her out against the cool sheets.

“I will not rape you,” he said softly, leaning over her to place a firm but tender kiss against her lips, letting his fingers continue to massage and explore her clit and the area surrounding it, however, oddly avoiding entering her completely. She arched her back slightly, the caresses driving her absolutely mad, her fear being driven down into the depths of her mind, as he continued his experienced work to pleasure her. “Do not hold back your sounds.” Cael commanded softly, gazing down at her face while bringing his other hand up to her breasts once more, rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting another soft moan from her throat.

“I will not rape you,” Cael repeated, hesitantly pulling his hand away from her, gazing down at his incredibly aroused Star. “I must go, or you will not be safe.” He whispered softly, leaning down to kiss her lips once more, the coppery taste of his blood still on her mouth.

“You’re going to leave me like this? The moment I stopped struggling?” she asked in a wavering tear-filled voice once the kiss was broken, sitting up in her bed and pulling her covers up around her body.

He gazed at her for a quiet moment. “You requested I leave many times,” he said. “I was amiss in not listening to you when you first asked. You are incredibly desirable to me, but I do not want you against your will.” Cael stood there, startlingly still as he watched her. “And when I am aroused or hungry… my fangs extend, they appear to scare you.”

“What are you feeling now?” she asked softly, swallowing hard.

“Both,” he responded with all honesty.

“And you’ll… you’ll feed off of me?” she asked, voice wavering with fear again.

“If I take your body, yes.”

“I don’t want to die…” Star said in a tone that held pure misery.

“You would not die, little love. It would take more then one vampire to drain a human body to the point of death, or one vampire over many nights. I would not drain you to the point of death nor make you terribly ill.” He stood stock still while she contemplated his words.

“I … I don’t want to…” She began softly, keeping her eyes averted.

“You do not wish to make love,” he finished for her, looking thoughtful. “I am unsure I would be able to control myself. But I will stay if you wish it. I will not harm you.” She raised her eyes up again to meet his.

Nervously biting her lower lip, she gazing down at the covers in her lap with a puzzled expression. “Oh… you’d better go. I am no good at … at making love.”

“I highly doubt that, Star,” he replied with complete sincerity, bringing his hand to caress her hair lightly. “Would you permit me to feed off you?” he said.

“Would it hurt?” she asked quietly, almost whispering under her breath, eyes wide.

“No, little love, it should be quite pleasurable.” He began to lean closer to her, letting gentle fingertips feather along her vulnerable throat. Unconsciously, she brought a hand to her neck in a protective gesture.

Star was afraid, yes. Who wouldn’t be? A strange man claiming to be a mythical vampire was in her home, wanting to make love to her and drink her blood. Who wouldn’t be scared? But the truth was she was curious, and she wanted him to touch her again, more then anything she could possibly think of. His hands were incredibly soft and gentle against her skin; he was so attentive and one could even go so far as to say loving. But he wasn’t human—he was wild, and wild things could turn at any moment.

“You won’t hurt me?” she asked again, looking into his eyes.

“If I wanted you without your consent, Star, I would have had you already.” He spoke the words with sincerity.

“How?” She glanced curiously at his eyes.

“I can control most human feelings, and emotions, and even erase memories I do not wish them to have.”

“Have you done this to me?” Star became suddenly guarded, not liking what he was saying.

“No, but I will when I feed off of you, to make the bite pleasurable.”

“Alright… This is insane, but alright.” She flushed deeper, suddenly feeling very vulnerable again under his motionless gaze. Her body was tense, tight with anxiety and anticipation.

“You are still frightened,” he stated softly, letting his hand drop to caress her shoulder and arm.

“Yes, I am.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know you, but I feel like I’ll die if you don’t touch me again. I was afraid that if you walked out that door I’d never see you again. And for some reason, that was the most horrifying thing I could think of. You’re frightening because I’m loosing my inhibitions, and because you’re so incredibly stronger then I am.”

“I will always come back, little love.” He let his hand trail up to her face, caressing her cheek tenderly. In an unconscious gesture, she rubbed her check back against his hand, sighing softly at the pleasure of his touch. “I will fulfill your desire, and you will see me again.” And he lay down on his side, pulling her down against his chest while stroking her body in a relaxing manner.

Slipping his hand between her thighs he began stroking her teasingly, letting his hand caress the coarse pubic hair before sliding a finger back between her hot wet lips to massage her clit, loving the way her eyes closed and her back arched the moment he touched her. He moved his fingers expertly against her, leaning his head down to flick his tongue against her nipple before taking it between his teeth and gently tugging.

Star moaned with pleasure, letting the fingers of one hand tangle in his hair and pull his head closer, trying to tell him without words how much she enjoyed what he was doing. He moved his hand so that his fingers could push their way into her slick pussy, but her other hand moved to stop him, whimpering softly while pulling it back to its previous position. He didn’t press the issue, but rather redoubled his efforts, moving his caressing fingers faster, knowing that it would bring her to climax as quickly as the other, if not as fulfilling.

Releasing her captured nipple from his mouth, he nuzzled her face against her neck, nipping at her ear as he whispered, “That’s it, little love, let me hear you. Do not be ashamed, there is no shame in making love.” He let the words fall from his lips like velvet petals from a rose, immediately soothing her anxieties.

Star’s hips moved against his fingers, her breathing becoming heavy and irregular. Her hand fisted in Cael’s hair, tugging enough to let him know how well he was doing, and causing him to give a little gasp of pleasure at her response. She pressed her head hard against her pillow, baring her neck as she began to top that shining edge of orgasm for a second time that night, her body tensing with anticipation and pleasure.

Cael chose that moment to strike, his fangs extending to their full length, his own breathing a little unsteady as he sank his teeth into her neck. There was a moment of sharp pain, then unending waves of pleasure crashed repeatedly over her, ripping a scream from her throat that was a sound of pure lust, pure carnal pleasure. Her hand tangled in his hair, inadvertently pushing him closer to her throat, goading him to take in more of her, drink more from her. The pleasure was so intense that she was unable to see; it was as if the orgasm started, but was held there in the most carnal moment for as long as he kept drinking, drinking her life-blood.

Giving a soft moan above her, he pulled his head away from her neck, letting his tongue lightly caress the pinpricks his sharp teeth had made in her soft, perfect flesh. Slowly, he pulled his hand from her pussy, cradling her in his arms.

Star lay limp in his arms, nuzzling his chest almost unconsciously, her entire body still shivering and whimpering softly with the intense pleasure that her lover had given her. Yes, lover, she thought silently to herself.

“Yes, I am your lover,” he breathed quietly against her ear, nipping at it tenderly.

“You… did I say it out loud?” she asked in a soft, tremulous voice.

“No, my little love, you did not,” he replied, nearly whispering, his voice sounding almost drunk with pleasure.

“Then how?” Star turned her body slightly towards her vampire, unconsciously covering her body from view. He wrapped his arms around her a little tighter, holding her naked form against his body.

“We’ve shared blood. I can hear you in my head now. Some mortals gain the gift as well. It will take a while for us to find out if you will be able to read me as I read you.”

“We’ve shared blood?” she asked quietly, gazing into his endlessly deep eyes.

“Aye, when you bit my hand, little love, my blood entered your body.” He smiled, his lips pulling back to show his fangs.

“Will I become a vampire?” she asked, suddenly very concerned.

“No, you will not. But my blood has many properties. You may find yourself a little stronger, and my blood should help your body regenerate anything I take from you while feeding. You should feel fine in the morning, and the marks on your neck will be barely noticeable.” He kissed her lips again, letting his hand slide from her back down between her legs once more. She tensed up immediately, and he broke the kiss looking into her eyes.

“You didn’t tell me you were a virgin. I didn’t know,” he said softly, sliding his hand to cup her throbbing wet pussy, then, oh so gently pushing one finger into her, feeling the tightness grip him as she moaned, resting her head against his chest.

“I didn’t want to tell you in case it would excite you to…” he began sliding his finger in and out of her pussy, eliciting yet another whimpering moan from her throat. She nipped at his chest, an almost uncontrollable reaction to his continued touches, and he responded by drawing his other hand up to the back of her head, giving a quick intake of breath.

“Lights blessings, I want you so badly,” he whispered against her hair, positioning his thumb against her clit as his middle finger continued to slowly and gently thrust into her. “I haven’t made love for a very, very long time.”

Star’s hands slid up under the fishnet shirt, letting her fingers caress his stomach, then slipping to his back, lightly scratching as a particularly strong wave of pleasure coursed through her. She began rocking her hips against his hand, moaning uncontrollably.

“You must be controlling my mind, I’d never let any of this happen if you weren’t,” she whispered, nuzzling his chest then nipping again, wanting to get a rise out of him and succeeding when he gently fisted his hand in her hair in response.

“I am not controlling your mind, little love. This is all you,” he responded while she hesitantly lifted his shirt to place little kisses against his chest. Closing his eyes, Cael gave a small, pleasured sigh. “If you continue that, I will not be able to control myself, Star,” he said slowly, taking a deep, steadying breath.

“Yes, you will,” she whispered softly under her ragged breathing, nipping wickedly at one nipple and flicking her tongue against his now warm flesh. Groaning in response, he gripped her hair in his hand, pulling her back just enough to look fiercely into her eyes.

“No, I won’t.” His words came out in a low growl, his fangs frighteningly visible with his arousal. She shrank away from him, her passion doused by his frightening visage. He stopped his continued exploration of her virginal body, remaining painfully still against her while she moved as far away from him as possible, eyes glittering.

“I don’t know what I was doing. Please go,” she whispered shakily, hesitantly pushing his hand from between her legs, trying to get free of his touch. “Go, please…” she begged, turning her back to him, bringing her fingers up to gingerly touch the two pinpricks adorning her flawless skin. She felt the bed move beneath her as he rose to his feet. She didn’t turn around to watch him go, only curled in on herself and tried to hold her fear and her tears back.

Cael looked down at his innocent lover, her naked body curled into a fetal position, shoulders shaking with pent up desire and fear and tears. He shouldn’t have approached her so quickly; he should have lay in wait at least another month. If he’d have known she was virginal, he would have. Silently, he cursed himself for his mistake.

Longing to reach out to her, Cael took himself fully in hand and forced his eyes to the door. It was almost 5 am. He didn’t have the time to take her now, he didn’t have the time. Damn! He cursed inwardly, her feelings of self-recrimination swirling about in his head so strongly it was all he could do not to take her in his arms and kiss her tears away. Silently, he promised to himself to return to her when he could show more control of himself. Four hundred and eighty-eight years old and I show the control of a fledgling when confronted with my woman! His own self-recriminating thoughts battered the inside of his skull.

“I will return to you, little love,” he whispered, she flinched at his voice. “Dawn is approaching or I would stay here with you, despite your request.” And with those words, he was out her door without a sound.

Cael walked down 11th Street, letting the soft drizzle of rain soak his hair to his scalp. His thoughts swirled in an endless pattern, how incredible she smelled, how unbelievably soft and pliant her skin was, how hot her lips felt against his eternally cold flesh.

He kept his head down, watching were he placed each foot, ignoring the cars driving by at his right, headlights painfully bright to his sensitive eyes. He’d wanted to touch her, months now he’d waited. Since she’d entered Eugene he’d known she was his; he could smell her, taste her on the very air even miles away; she was his.

He’d tracked the scent of her all over town until finally catching sight of her for the first time coming out of Stanzeria’s, the pizza joint where she worked. He’d had a home in a secluded north Eugene, one of the only ones in the area with a full basement that protected him enough from the light. But after that first evening when he saw her, he could barely make his feet work enough to take him that far from her. Within days, he’d arranged for the purchase of a home not two blocks from her, basement and all.

He let his feet carry him to his home while his mind quietly observed the bundle of raw nerves that cowed in a quiet place of his consciousness. Star’s nerves, he observed. She hadn’t quite fallen asleep yet, and she was agonizing over the fact he’d left so suddenly. It had been well over one hundred years since the last time he’d had a mortal’s thoughts so clearly housed in his own head. It was a feeling that wasn’t wholly comfortable until one got used to it.

He took the stairs leading up to his front door two at a time, pulling out a very modern key ring and unlocking the door before him. The house was small, two bedrooms, a living room, medium kitchen with breakfast nook. The bathroom was large, and sported a massive bathtub that was one of the luxuries he was unwilling to give up in moving closer to his woman. Passing by the bathroom, he reminded himself to get a showerhead extension that would fit on the faucet for his bathtub.

The basement was a dank place, and the only thing that it housed when he’d first moved in were ancient washer and dryer set that he’d quickly disposed of, replacing with a brand new pair. In a vain attempt to brighten his large room, he’d covered all of the walls in jewel-toned velvet, many standing lamps, and a large king-sized bed. Don’t let them tell you that Vampires sleep in coffins; only a melodramatic fool would suffer through a coffin. Unless he was traveling Cael never used one. His bed was covered in a lush, crushed velvet silver feather comforter and a set of soft gray sateen sheets. Another of his luxuries he’d never give up.

Shedding his clothing like a second skin, Cael slipped under the covers of his bed and lay back against the fluffy pillows. He wasn’t afraid of sunlight; the door to the main level was on the farthest corner away from his bed, and even if it was left open all day he’d be fine. But to make sure, he’d reinforced the door with steel plate and deadbolts. No one would get through that door without blowing it to bits.

Closing his eyes quietly, he focused his thoughts on the raw bundle of nerves that was Star curled against the corner of his mind. She was still awake; she’d pushed herself over the edge into full-fledged tears. Hesitantly, he touched that place in his head that was her, instantly hearing her tumbling almost incoherent thoughts.

Am I crazy? No, no, no, he was here, God what is wrong with me! I’m a slut! He didn’t want me, of course he’d not want a woman who’d take a man to her bed without even knowing him! I’ll never let another man touch me again! The self-hating thread in her thoughts concerned him, and he felt instantly guilty for leaving her side. Slowly, he pushed his will upon her, forcing her depressed thoughts and tears to ebb and fade, and finally letting her fall silently to sleep. He hated doing that to her without her permission, but he couldn’t allow her to steep in such painful thoughts. She was his responsibility.

Tomorrow night, he promised himself before the sun crested over the hills to shine into the Willamette Valley, Tomorrow night I will wash those tears away, and tell her she is mine. And with those last thoughts, the morning sun bathed his little home on 10th street, not two blocks from her apartment, and his body grew cold under the sheets.

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She woke the next morning, afternoon really, at around three-thirty, feeling well rested and almost content. Resting back against the pillow, Star pulled her blankets up to her chin, relishing the fact that she could sleep in on her day off. As the sleepy haze began to clear from Star’s thoughts, she grew increasingly nervous about something but she couldn’t quite place her finger on the cause.

She sat bolt upright suddenly, her hand going to her neck in a protective and searching manner. Flying out of bed she went to the bathroom, tilting her head to the side and gazing into the mirror at what appeared to be two tiny pinpricks that looked to be a good week old.

“Oh my god…” she said out loud, feeling a tight band of fear encircle her chest and restrict her breathing. She stood in front of the mirror a long time, gazing at her reflection with a sort of horrified fascination. After a few minutes past she realized her hair looked a little thicker, fuller, and her native American skin looked to have a certain glow, as if the color had deepened and softened to a creamier rendition of her natural complexion.

With a sudden rush, all of the previous nights accomplishments came back to her. Cael, his experienced hands, his gentle words, and his frightening continence, coming back to hit her full blast in the face, along with the feelings of rejection and something else, Anger.

Fuck him! She thought viciously in her mind, If he thinks he’s welcome back just like that he’s got another thing coming! And with that she pulled her hair back and violently brushing it out, getting each and every tangle out of the silky mass while standing nude in front of the mirror, glaring at her own reflection.

Using a misting spray bottle she dampened her hair to bring the bounce back to her curls, then went about pulling the front back in an intricate mass of braids, weaving them together to hold the rest of her free flowing hair back from her face in an effect that look flawless. She stared in the mirror with a hearty bit of satisfaction, turning to the side to watch the way her large curls clung attractively to her hips, while the braids came down to rest against her shoulders.

She stalked into the other room, casting about for something to do with her anger She went over to her set of drawers and pulled out a matching bra and panty set, black with little licking tendrils of fire carefully stitched at the base of each up and along the crotch of her panties. They were the sexiest pair she owned.

She then turned to cast about for something to wear over her sexy underthings, and spotted the bags still on the floor from the previous day shopping at Ross. She picked them up effortlessly and tossed them on the bed, riffling through the many things she’d bought. She discarded item after item away in the corner, tossing them away worthlessly with a little hissing scowl. The last bag opened to reveal the clothing El’d purchased for her, and she took pause.

Hrm, Maybe … She thought to herself, touching the netted weave that made up the majority of the shirt. The material reminded her of Cael, the scent of his skin, musky and masculine, mingled in with the scent of her own desire came back so strong in that instant that she nearly cried out for him aloud, begging him to return. She bit her lip hard, glared at nothing in particular and pulled the slinky tank over her head. I will not be ruled by my inconsequential feelings of lust. That’s all it is, lust! She chastised herself fiercely, feeling the intense urge to break something.

She began to examine the skirt that had been bought to match the see-through tank, then tossed it aside with a frustrated growl. She wasn’t interested in a skirt, she felt too vulnerable in skirts. So, instead, Star went to her closet and picked out a pair of jeans that hung extra low on her hips, accentuating that part of her body more then she’d desired in the past. They were perfect for her today. She pulled on the jeans, a little baggy in the legs, and relished the way they hung on her. Innocent, but sexy. She thought to herself, grinning a little.

She went back into the bathroom to complete her make-up. Star never used foundation, it did little for her skin and made her feel confined and uncomfortable. She shaded her eyes with soft reds, oranges an buff colors, all perfect for her skin tone and odd eye color. Star generally didn’t wear lipstick, but she eyed the fiery red color thoughtfully for a moment, then back at her reflection in the mirror. In the end she applied the wicked color, giving her a dramatic and intense appearance.

Having used up all the rageful energy on her appearance, Star finally stood back and gazed at herself in the mirror with open mouthed shock. She looked like a transformed person. She’d thought the word ‘Innocent’ earlier, but the effect could hardly be called innocent.

Going back to the main room of her studio she pulled her socks and Doc Martins out of her closet, they were a sort of cherry red and matched her outfit perfectly. By the time she’d laced up the shoes she realized she hadn’t noticed the time and glanced over at the VCR.

“6:30?!” She said out loud, shocked. “What the…?” she seemed genuinely confused, but then remembered that the brushing and weaving of her hair must have taken a very long time indeed, it generally did seeing as her hair is down to her hips.

After she’d gotten all ready to go out on the town, Star realized she had no plans for the evening. She had no idea where she’d be going, so she picked up the phone and gave El a ring.

El wasn’t home. Star became increasingly nervous, and wondered why. Sitting at her little two seat breakfast table she gazed out the window, feeling anxious and nervous and not knowing why. She watched the colors of the clouds as the sun began to set, Oregon sunsets were always so pretty. She loved the way the light played off the underside of the fluffy pink-streaked white cotton-candy clouds.

Suddenly she had the distinct impression she wasn’t alone, slowly, she stood and turned in a circle to survey her tiny home, when she didn’t see anyone she retook her seat at the chair, her heart fluttering fiercely.

::Do not fret so, little love.:: Came a soothingly rich voice, she whipped her head around, but couldn’t find where the sound was coming from.

“Get the hell away from me!” She spat, glaring at the front door. “I don’t want you anywhere near me! Where are you?” the last came with a tremor of fear, prickling her head then traveling down her spine.

:: I am not in your home, little love. And you can not be rid of me so easily. I am residing patiently in your head, watching the sunset through your eyes. :: The words came with an almost physical sensation of a touch at the base of her neck, and she gave a little shudder.

“Get the hell out of my head!” She snapped, her resolve hardening as her desire for him rose another notch. Then another thought occurred to her. “And if you’re a Vampire how are you awake! The sun is still up!”

:: I can wake while the sun is still high in the sky, I am very old and do not require much sleep any longer. I simply can not go out into the sun. :: He spoke the words along her mind, just as the sensation at the back of her neck slipped down to lightly caress the bite marks he’d left her the night previous. :: I can feel that you are healing, good. :: The voice in her mind sounded quite satisfied, as if she’d performed well for him. This infuriated her, and she could feel his surprise.

“Get the fuck out of my head! Now!” She snarled, turning to face the wall and focus only on the texture, color, and height of it in a vain attempt to shut him out of her most intimate and private thoughts.

:: Your wall is quite lovely, it’s a shame I hadn’t noticed it last night. :: He commented, laughter tinting his words brilliant indescribable colors. :: I will be with you shortly, little love. :: And then there was silence, complete and utter silence.

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Cael had dropped his mental link with His woman hesitantly to pace along the inside of his bed chamber, waiting for the sun to set before emerging from his hidey-hole. When he’d awoken he’d immediately felt her fury tickling the back of his mind, and an uncontrollable thrill of excitement made its way down along his spine. There was something to be said for the hunt and the capture. Besides, it was better then the previous nights mental ramblings.

He’d seen the sunset through her eyes, only a glimpse, but it was long enough to bring red-tinted tears color his cheeks. Already my little love brings my joy she could never possibly comprehend. He thought silently, heaving a little sigh.

He’d dressed himself in a rather mild outfit, black jeans, silver studded black leather belt and a shimmering black button down shirt that had a way of highlighting the definition of his chest. He thought she’d appreciate it.

Gazing up at the ceiling of his room, he heaved another little sigh, the bolted up the stairs taking them two at a time, flinging open the door and whipping through the house without a second glance. She was on the move, he could feel she’d left her home so he couldn’t find her, she thought to hide from his attentions. Impossible. Well, she didn’t know that. He grinned roguishly to himself, hardly able to contain himself at the thought of touching her, smelling her, tasting her once again.

The sky was still pink and orange with the last fading rays of sunlight seeping from the awat, the remnants of the suns rays were harsh on his eyes, but it was a small price to pay for 10 more minutes in her company. Standing stock still before his home, he let a little mental hand caress the bundle of nerves that was Star in the back of his consciousness, she wouldn’t notice this touch as he gazed silently through her eyes.

Star was driving her little car down Seventh Street, going a little to fast for his comfort. It was quite obvious she’d worked herself into an amazing amount of rage. This didn’t quite surprise Cael, he’d known the effect of his blood on her human system would cause hormonal changes in her body, and often they showed themselves in an emotional manner.

Slowly, so as not to startle her while she was driving, Cael made his presence in her mind known to her. He sent the impression of his soft laughter, tickling her mind with his as he took off running down the street at a speed most humans wouldn’t see. He could feel her rage flare to life, spurring him faster towards Seventh Street. She turned, changing her course towards Spencer’s Butte.

::Little love, you will not loose me, I’ll never loose you.:: He let his words caress her mind sensuously, and he felt her desire flared then flattened in response to her anger. She put her foot on the gas just as he managed to make it to the top of Spencer’s Butte, having picked out her destination from her mind.

He leaned his back against the base of a tree, concealing himself in the shadows. Soon the headlights of her car were visible as she drove up and parked between two other cars. He watched as she leaned her head against the steering wheel, taking a deep steadying breath before gazing out over the hillside over the colorful lights of the town bellow.

::Why do you run from me, little love?:: He asked softly, a pleasant breeze against her most intimate mind.

“Because, I don’t want you in my life, I don’t know you, and I don’t want to know you!” he could hear her words out loud, she had such a lovely voice, soft rich and sensual, like her lips.

::You will force me to hunt you, then, little love.:: He let his excitement tinge his voice, an intense thrill along his spine that in turn traveled along hers in a most pleasureable manner.

“No, you will not.” She nearly snarled.

::Aye, I will.:: And he was suddenly standing beside her door, gazing down at her with a wicked little smile. “Hello, little love.”

Star whipped her head up, staring at him with her toffee colored eyes blazing. His drank in her appearance, her hair, her clothing, distinctly more alluring then what she normally wore. “You look lovely, Star.” He breathed, softly, inhaling her scent on the wind. She was scared, very frightened of him, but under her fear was an excitement, a pleasure at his compliment. He reached his hand out to lightly caress her hair, twirling a silky lock of it around his fingers.

“Leave me alone! God damnit, Cael, I said I don’t want you around anymore. You sonofabitch!” She snarled, turning the key on her rabbit and slamming it into reverse. Before she even left a foot, he was seated beside her.

“I think your right, little love. Its about time we went home.” He let his eyes roam hungrily along the length of her body, licking his lips.

Slamming on the breaks she said, “Get out.”

“No.”

“God damn you, get out.” He felt her thrill in response to his refusal, she didn’t want him to leave.

“You do not wish me to leave.” He replied calmly.

“You didn’t seem to give a flying fuck last night.” Star hissed.

This brought Cael up short, and she flushed noticeably at her own words. “Star…” he began in a soft caressing voice. “I had no choice, little love. I had to leave. Dawn would kill me.”

Her hand crept up to touch the marks on her neck that he’d made the evening before, but she kept her eyes downcast, away from his.

“Let me see,” he said, gently moving her hand from the two little pinpricks. “How do you feel today?” he asked sincerely.

“Fine, I guess.” She started, then hesitated. “But …” she looked out into the shadow shrouded trees.

“But what?” Cael prompted, drawing her hand into his, bringing it to his lips. Her scent was intoxicating, absolutely unbelievable. It was all he could do not to take her right then and there, carrying her into the woods.

Shivering softly, Star fought back the urge to yank her hand out of his grasp. He turned her hand in his, baring her wrist to his lips, flicking his tongue oh-so-softly against her fluttering pulse. She leaned her head back against the head rest, biting her lip in response to his touch. She wanted nothing more then his touch, his presence was soothing her despite her undying rage. Suddenly, Star felt his fangs lightly graze her wrist, and she tensed.

“Please, drive us back to your home.” he whispered, voice hoarse.

“Cael…”

“Now.” He growled, and somehow she knew he meant it.

“I need my hand,” she said, and he hesitantly released his grip on her. Dropping her car into gear she sped down the incline and began to 10 minute drive home. During the short drive, he slipped his hand to grip the back of her neck lightly. The continued contact sent shivers along Star’s spine, and it was quite obvious he was aware of it.

Once she pulled into her little parking space in front of her home, she sat still, not offering to enter. He got out of his door and walked slowly around to her side, openening her door and offering her a hand. She took it, albeit hesitantly.

Once she was standing her pulled her against his chest with his incredible strength, she decided not to put up a fight. Cael began to nuzzle at that sensitive place behind her ear, then brush his lips against her neck.

“Open your door.” He growled softly against her ear, “Now.” He released his grip on her, and she went to the door with Cael trailing directly after her. He could feel her mind beginning to choke off coherent thought as fear began to build at his increasingly dominant and demanding aditude.

Once inside, he closed and locked the door behind him, she moved to flip on the lights, but he shook his head. “Do you know what you do to me?” he asked, voice low, almost animalistic.

“I am not doing anything.” She replied, trying to sound angry, and only managing to sound frightened and beaten.

::I can feel your emotions, Star. I can smell your desire, your fear, and they drive me wild, I want to taste you in my mouth again. That scent against my skin, your scent.:: he took slow steps towards her, backing her against the wall as he’d done the night previous. Her heart thudded in her chest, veins burning with fear, with want. His want. She suddenly realized, eyes going wide.

Nodding slowly, he acknowledged her noticing. ::My want…:: he colored his words with everything he felt. The almost physical force that drove him to possess her, the carnal hunger he felt when looking at her, the absolute driving need to take her *now* nearly sending Star to her knees with an audible gasp. She realized suddenly that he would have taken her last night, hard, fast, and demanding. That it had been almost beyond his power to leave her laying on her bed as he’d done. And he would have had it not been for the fact she was virginal, and he’d wanted to take his time, to make sure he didn’t hurt her. Something inside her softened, and he lunged for it.

Taking her in his arms, he kissed her lips with an almost brutal force, fangs extended and pressed firmly against her lips. She molded her body to his, pressing tightly against him. He slipped his hand to tangle in her hair at the base of her skull, holding her close as his feelings continued to pour into her.

She saw, clearly without words, he believed her to be his. His one true mate, the one he’d been waiting four hundred eighty-eight years. She saw him watching her for four months, the willpower it had taken to remain away so long, watching, learning about her. He lifted up the her shirt, wrapping his larger hands about her waist, pulling her closer against the hard evidence of his arousal, his tongue gently exploring and tasting her mouth.

There was no longer any doubt in Star’s mind what he was, or her unexplainable reaction to him or his proximity. He believed she was his with such a force, that she believed, if only for a moment. He was who she’d been waiting for, he was the only one she ever wanted to touch her bare skin. He was her mate, her heart, her love. She immersed herself in his mind, reveling in the strange closeness.

Somewhere in her awareness she felt him pulling the shirt off of her body, the slinky material sensitizing her alright hot skin. Pulling away from the kiss, he went to his knees before her, smothering her bare stomach in searing hot kisses, nipping softly. She knew somewhere in his mind he wanted to sink his teeth into her tender flesh, wanted to taste her fear and blood and desire on his tongue, she knew he was wild. And she embraced it, embraced him.

Star gasped at the havoc his lips caused on the tender flesh of her stomach, then her hips. Her knees began to buckle with the intensity of his touch, but he held her back against the wall. Cael’s hands went to her jeans, ripping the button off in his attempt to remove the cumbersome material from the honey he had gone crazy imagining on his tongue. In moments he’d pushed the garment down her legs, leaning his head to her thigh, inhaling the clean, crisp, hot scent of her.

“Gods you smell so good.” He growled out softly as she fisted her hands in his soft locks, body shivering with anticipation as his hands came up and ripped her panties off of her body.

He nuzzled the inside of her thigh, nipping sharply, fangs extended rather close to the artery he so wished to taste. He felt her body tighten, the fear escalate again. Slowly he stroked her thighs, parting them just enough to bare the sweet core of her. Gently, slowly, teasingly, his tongue flicked out against her clit, then darted away quickly to explore the tender folds of her body.

She pulled his hair, pulling his head closer in response to the jolt of pleasure his tongue sent sliding through her limbs, giving a soft moan before biting down on her lower lip to smother the sound. Wrapping an arm around her thigh, Cael tenderly let his fingertips caress the shiny curls between her legs while his tongue continued its hungry exploration.

“Don’t smother your sounds. I want to hear them.” He spoke low, growling out the words and nipping at the tender flesh of her inner thigh before going back to sliding his tongue against her core, letting it stroke slowly against the lips of her pussy before flicking quickly against her clit, eliciting an uncontrollable moan from Star’s throat. “Yes…” he whispered, closing his eyes with the inhumanly wonderful taste of her on his lips.

Star was absolutely astounded at the immense desire that sprung up within her, the absolute need to be drawn into this mans world. She felt her bodies reaction with an almost detached awe, her fists buried in his hair clenching and unclenching with each little wave of pleasure crashing over her. Gently, Cael rubbed one finger along the wet outer lips of her pussy, letting it slip slowly into the insanely tight depths of her. She wasn’t expecting it, and the feeling was wonderfully sweet. He stroked the inside walls of her, searching for that spongy spot while his lips locked onto her clit, suckling oh-so-gently.

Almost immediately, her knees buckled, she gasped, pressing her head back against the wall, all of her weight supported by her lover. Grinning slowly at her response, Cael continued to rub that small spot inside of her, sucking a little harder on her clit, coaxing her higher and higher. He projected his thoughts and desires upon her, filling her head with his desire for her, how beautiful she was, how much he wanted her to cum right then and their in his mouth. He felt her as her body began to tense, reaching higher, higher, higher for that release, he felt her stretched tight inside with the need for release, and he felt as she crashed down, giving a wordless cry and an intense shudder, clenching tightly around his finger with the force of her climax, her entire body dissolving into uncontrollable shivers.

Slowly, Cael withdrew his finger from inside of her, gazing up at her beautiful face while sucking it clean. Rising to his feet he swept her limp body into his arms, carrying her to the bed as he’d done the evening previous. Laying her down, he carefully ripped the bra from her upper body, dropping his head to take one nipple into his mouth, suckling softly as she squirms against him.

“Oh my god, Cael…” she panted, lovingly him so much for thinking to care for her pleasure before his own. He lifted his head to gaze heatedly into her eyes, capturing her lips in his once more for a long passionate kiss, letting his hands stroke the length of her body, cupping her breasts, rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, causing her to moan into his mouth.

Hesitantly, she pulled away from the kiss and he allowed it with a small growl. She leaned into his neck, nipping and kissing softly as she slipped her hands under his shirt, raking her fingernails along his chest teasingly to get a rise out of him. He closed his eyes, giving a little groan in response to her affections, letting her push the shirt over his head.

She leaned into him, biting sharply at his nipple, being rewarded with a little hiss of pleasure and one hand lightly caressing the back of her head. Star slid one hand down his stomach, enjoying the heated feel of his skin against her fingertips. Cael moved shifted slightly to remove his belt, letting her unbutton them hesitantly, relishing her softly shy demeanor.

“My little love.” He said softly, covering her hand in his own then guiding it down under his jeans to rest against his fully erect cock. He wrapped her hand around it, moaning softly as the touch sent him into waves of pleasure. “Touch me…” He whispered hoarsely, wanting her to get a feel for the size of him, comfortable with him.

Star began to slowly, hesitantly, stroke Cael’s cock in her hand, watching his heavenly expression as she did so. Initially, the length and width of it were a little overwhelming, but as she continued to stroke him, fingers curling around him perfectly, her unease lessoned noticeably.

Cael slid his hand down to cup her sex in his palm, gently inserting his middle finger and positioning his thumb over her clit, beginning a slow thrusting motion while Star continued to stroke him lovingly, her grip tightening noticeably in reaction to the attention.

Growling softly, Cael withdrew his hand, eliciting a soft moan from Star who’s hips lifted upwards slightly, not wanting him to stop. Gently he pulled his cock from her grasp, shifting his position to kick his jeans off completely, then kneel up over Star who suddenly went pale with comprehension, fear thick in the air.

“Shhh…” he whispered before kissing her tenderly on the lips, drawing his fangs against her lower lip before pulling back, “I must have you, I can not wait.” He carefully parted her legs, slipping between them to position the head of his cock against her incredibly wet pussy.

Star suddenly tensed, feeling extremely frightened, eyes widening as she gazes up into his eyes. “No… wait…” she said, whimpering softly and pulling away from him.

“Do not struggle, if you struggle I will not be able to control myself.” She felt a sudden wave of desire so strong it choked her coming from Cael, pure animalistic lust coming off of the vampire in waves. She knew that to struggle would only excite him more, not because he wanted to rape her, but because it was part of his nature. “Be still, little love. I will go slow.” She felt the tension in his body as he held himself against her, knowing that what he wanted most is to thrust himself into her hard and fast, taking her as his instincts demanded.

Capturing her lips in his, Cael gently pushed himself into her hot oh-so-tight pussy, his entire body tensing with the effort to go slow. Star began to tremble with the fear, and under that, lust, desire, want. Once he felt the resistance of her maidenhead he halted his progress, lovingly caressing her face with gentle fingertips, letting his tongue slide sensually against hers in a long drawn out kiss, waiting for her to adjust to his invasion.

“Little love,” he began softly, gazing into her eyes, “When I first take you, you will feel pain. I will be as gentle as possible.” Star nodded her head wordlessly, wanting him more then fearing him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, taking slow deep breaths, gazing into his angelic face with perfect trust.

Cael wrapped his mind around hers, warm and comfortable, determined to cause as little pain to the love of his life as possible. He withdrew from inside her, pushing in against her slowly, stopping when he felt the white-hot lance of pain flash through her body. Gently, he kissed her lips, holding his body at rigid attention as he drew out a second time, gazing into her eyes with love and lust, giving her only a seconds mental warning before surging into her, flinching at her pain as he quickly passed through her innocence.

Giving a little whimper, Star’s body tensed with the flash of pain, feeling sore and vulnerable. Cael halted his movement, gently caressing her face with his fingertips, waiting for her to adjust to his assault, to the size of him.

“My little love, shhhh… the pain will pass, I promise. You are so incredibly lovely, so beautiful.” He whispered to her, giving a smile that was meant to be reassuring, and would have been if his fangs hadn’t been fully extended. She leaned her head up, capturing his lips in hers, slipping her tongue carefully between his fangs to caress his, letting him know without words how she felt.

Slowly, Cael pulled out of Star until just the head of him was resting between her slick walls. She arched her back, forcing her hips up to take him despite the slight discomfort as he thrust back into her with a loud moan. Beginning a slow steady rhythm, Cael thrust into her, watching with complete lust and adoration as her body would rise to meet him, conquering the pain and fear to embrace the pleasure and love. He leaned his head down to take one nipple into his mouth, nipping and suckling on it softly between heavy uncontrollable moans, loving the sound of her heavy pleasured breathing.

Each thrust sent Star higher and she slipped one hand to fist tightly in Cael’s hair, holding him to her breasts while her other hand raked down his back with each thrust, scratching softly. She could feel the stiff length of him sliding in and out of her, and it was unimaginably intimate, feeling so incredibly possessed and in the same vein possessing him herself. She longed to feel his pleasure, hear his voice shout loud with release.

Star continued to rock her hips against his, then, pulled his head back from her breast, to kiss and bite sharply at his exposed throat. Cael gave a sharp intake of breath at her fierce attention, biting his lower lip until he tasted blood. Her lips danced along the cool flesh of his neck and throat, biting, kissing, biting again, her hips moving against his to match his rhythm and pace, her own body tightening with her own imminent release.

With each bite, she could feel Cael’s response grow, could feel his control slipping into nothingness, she knew what she was asking for, and she wanted it. Letting out a whimpering growl she bit hard at his shoulder, drawing blood, knowing that’s what he wanted. A thrill traveled down her spine as he moaning with the intense pleasure of their lovemaking.

Giving an animalistic growl, he pulled her hands tightly above her head, eyes gone hazy and unfocused, she should have been scared, she was on some level, but she wanted this, wanted him, all of him. Cael pulled back and surged forward with barely controlled strength, leaning his head back to nip at her nipples, bite at her breasts, feeling the need to mark her as his own. She gasped with the pleasure of it, arching her back against her attentions, her climax coming close and closer in response to his loss of control.