The Terror At Sunshine Hill ~ page 4
He
pulled her head back by her hair and her gaze fell on the strange stone ceiling
shadows danced upon. Almost, the strangeness pulled that small resisting part
of her mind to the surface once more. Her body quivered at the sudden turmoil,
but it was very short lived as he drove into her womanhood faster and moaned
her name. The resistant part faded once more as her need and desire demanded to
be dominate.
She still didn’t understand his words. He moved and changed the angle of his penetration, sending a whole new set of sensations coursing through her body. She moaned as her body suddenly tightened briefly before the tension built up in her snapped just as quickly, releasing her cum to gush heavily around his cold, hard cock. She cried out in her orgasm, her body convulsing with the pleasure he’d drove her too. “Ha, aka ha, Jeremiah Whitaker. (Yes, oh yes, Jeremiah Whitaker.)” Her voice echoed around the room eerily.
As her young, soft body convulsed, so did his own, the vampire releasing a torrent of his own pleasure within her. Whitaker came, his hands squeezing her breasts tightly as his hips bucked into, sending a heady stream of his blood within her. He was a long dead thing, with only blood to sustain his form, and though his passions could be incited as easily as any human's, he had not the reproductive ability to produce children. Instead, his passion culminated in blood, as it always had, and Chooli was but another recipient of the fruits of that passion.
He held her tightly while his cock continued to spasm within her, sending ripples of pleasure through his form. Sex for an immortal was almost as pleasurable as drinking blood, but the ecstatic bliss of feeding made an orgasm seem muted by comparison. Still, it helped him to feel alive, to bring back some of what it was to have once been human.
A moment later, the last ripples of pleasure fading from him, he pulled back, his cock sliding out of her. He laughed, his voice echoing throughout the small chamber, as he moved around in front of her. He knelt next to her, and lifted her face to his own. He pressed his lips to her own in a deep, passionate kiss, before pulling back and moving across the room. He began to redress, and once he had, he turned to face her, reaching into a pocket on his vest.
He pulled forth a small silver collar, the front adorned with a blood-red ruby. He moved toward her, kneeling on one knee, and quickly fastened the collar about her slender neck while she was still reeling from the passion he'd ignited in her. Once fastened, the collar would be impossible to remove, despite how she might try.
"Nimitawa ktelo... (You will be mine.)" he said, smiling as his hands fell away from her neck. He waited a moment for the collar's power to take hold, and when it did, he quickly released the irons from her wrists. He stood, stepping away from her, and smiled.
"Come, my dear..." he said. "The night is young, and I would have you with me when I hunt."
Chooli collapsed on her side once Jeremiah left her. She struggled against the aftershocks of their sex and his cold release that chilled her to her very core. By the time she was capable of movement, he’d snapped a cold metallic object around her neck. His words chilled her further and she shook her head in denial.
As he released her bonds, she gathered herself to run. With his next words though, she found herself obeying though her mind screamed for her to stop. She rose and moved to stand before him, her face a war of confusion and fear. Why couldn’t she make her body work? Why was she doing what he said? Realization seemed to dawn for a moment. The metal thing on her neck that was now warming to her temperature, was it that?
Her hands flew to the object and tugged and pulled, to no avail. She continued to struggle with it. Some part of her refusing to give up, though it was obvious the thing wasn’t coming off. Finally her hands drop and she wraps her arms around herself as she realizes the cold running down her leg is his release. She shivers uncontrollably as tears finally find their way down her face. She is lost, and she knows it. It hadn’t yet dawned on her that she understood him now.
The vampire smirked as he watched her struggle to get free of the collar about her slender neck. He knew she couldn't release it, but her struggles were amusing. He quietly lit another rolled cigarette, breathing slowly before exhaling a cloud of the thin smoke into the air of the crypt. He watched as Chooli wrapped her arms around herself and began to weep, the enormity of her bondage now plainly evident.
Slowly, he pushed himself from the wall and walked toward her, his boots clicking on the old stone floor as he drew near. He moved a hand out, gently touching the tears that fell down her dark cheeks, his dark eyes meeting her own. He smiled, something meant to reassure her, though he doubted that she would see it thusly.
"Come, Chooli..." he said. "There's no need for such emotion. You might not realize it now, but I've rescued you from another kind of bondage, one that your own life has put you in. I've freed you from the bondage of self. One day, you will thank me for what I've done. That day, however, will not be this one."
He chuckled, and moved toward the exit, calling out to her over his shoulder.
"Come, Chooli." he said, calling to her. "Your clothing is ruined, but we might find you more in town. I would have you with me when I make my rounds this evening."
She heard him approach. Her body shook as he drew closer. Would he punisher her more for trying to remove the metal thing around her neck? She shrunk away from him as he touched her, and forced her to look upon him. Was this the reason she’d been spared while her family had perished from sickness. To be this monster’s plaything? She tried to jerk away from him in defiance. She would not submit to him. He would have to kill her. His words washed over her, and she hated him. Her defiance is short lived as he calls her to him and her body again obeys. She hates him with a burning passion now. She can’t even control herself and follows him like a lost dog.
She still didn’t understand his words. He moved and changed the angle of his penetration, sending a whole new set of sensations coursing through her body. She moaned as her body suddenly tightened briefly before the tension built up in her snapped just as quickly, releasing her cum to gush heavily around his cold, hard cock. She cried out in her orgasm, her body convulsing with the pleasure he’d drove her too. “Ha, aka ha, Jeremiah Whitaker. (Yes, oh yes, Jeremiah Whitaker.)” Her voice echoed around the room eerily.
As her young, soft body convulsed, so did his own, the vampire releasing a torrent of his own pleasure within her. Whitaker came, his hands squeezing her breasts tightly as his hips bucked into, sending a heady stream of his blood within her. He was a long dead thing, with only blood to sustain his form, and though his passions could be incited as easily as any human's, he had not the reproductive ability to produce children. Instead, his passion culminated in blood, as it always had, and Chooli was but another recipient of the fruits of that passion.
He held her tightly while his cock continued to spasm within her, sending ripples of pleasure through his form. Sex for an immortal was almost as pleasurable as drinking blood, but the ecstatic bliss of feeding made an orgasm seem muted by comparison. Still, it helped him to feel alive, to bring back some of what it was to have once been human.
A moment later, the last ripples of pleasure fading from him, he pulled back, his cock sliding out of her. He laughed, his voice echoing throughout the small chamber, as he moved around in front of her. He knelt next to her, and lifted her face to his own. He pressed his lips to her own in a deep, passionate kiss, before pulling back and moving across the room. He began to redress, and once he had, he turned to face her, reaching into a pocket on his vest.
He pulled forth a small silver collar, the front adorned with a blood-red ruby. He moved toward her, kneeling on one knee, and quickly fastened the collar about her slender neck while she was still reeling from the passion he'd ignited in her. Once fastened, the collar would be impossible to remove, despite how she might try.
"Nimitawa ktelo... (You will be mine.)" he said, smiling as his hands fell away from her neck. He waited a moment for the collar's power to take hold, and when it did, he quickly released the irons from her wrists. He stood, stepping away from her, and smiled.
"Come, my dear..." he said. "The night is young, and I would have you with me when I hunt."
Chooli collapsed on her side once Jeremiah left her. She struggled against the aftershocks of their sex and his cold release that chilled her to her very core. By the time she was capable of movement, he’d snapped a cold metallic object around her neck. His words chilled her further and she shook her head in denial.
As he released her bonds, she gathered herself to run. With his next words though, she found herself obeying though her mind screamed for her to stop. She rose and moved to stand before him, her face a war of confusion and fear. Why couldn’t she make her body work? Why was she doing what he said? Realization seemed to dawn for a moment. The metal thing on her neck that was now warming to her temperature, was it that?
Her hands flew to the object and tugged and pulled, to no avail. She continued to struggle with it. Some part of her refusing to give up, though it was obvious the thing wasn’t coming off. Finally her hands drop and she wraps her arms around herself as she realizes the cold running down her leg is his release. She shivers uncontrollably as tears finally find their way down her face. She is lost, and she knows it. It hadn’t yet dawned on her that she understood him now.
The vampire smirked as he watched her struggle to get free of the collar about her slender neck. He knew she couldn't release it, but her struggles were amusing. He quietly lit another rolled cigarette, breathing slowly before exhaling a cloud of the thin smoke into the air of the crypt. He watched as Chooli wrapped her arms around herself and began to weep, the enormity of her bondage now plainly evident.
Slowly, he pushed himself from the wall and walked toward her, his boots clicking on the old stone floor as he drew near. He moved a hand out, gently touching the tears that fell down her dark cheeks, his dark eyes meeting her own. He smiled, something meant to reassure her, though he doubted that she would see it thusly.
"Come, Chooli..." he said. "There's no need for such emotion. You might not realize it now, but I've rescued you from another kind of bondage, one that your own life has put you in. I've freed you from the bondage of self. One day, you will thank me for what I've done. That day, however, will not be this one."
He chuckled, and moved toward the exit, calling out to her over his shoulder.
"Come, Chooli." he said, calling to her. "Your clothing is ruined, but we might find you more in town. I would have you with me when I make my rounds this evening."
She heard him approach. Her body shook as he drew closer. Would he punisher her more for trying to remove the metal thing around her neck? She shrunk away from him as he touched her, and forced her to look upon him. Was this the reason she’d been spared while her family had perished from sickness. To be this monster’s plaything? She tried to jerk away from him in defiance. She would not submit to him. He would have to kill her. His words washed over her, and she hated him. Her defiance is short lived as he calls her to him and her body again obeys. She hates him with a burning passion now. She can’t even control herself and follows him like a lost dog.