A Guardian's
Salvation
By Stein Willard © 2010
Disclaimer
The characters in the story are a product of my own imagination
and hopefully have no resemblance to any living persons or vampires
for that matter. But if it does it is entirely coincidental. Some
of the places mentioned are either fictitious and or adapted to
suit the plot of the story.
Sex: This story contains sexual content of a
graphic nature between consenting adult women, thus if you are not
18 years old and not allowed to read content of this nature, please
move on to other suitable stories.
Violence: Scenes of violence can be
expected.
Feedback: Constructive criticism is greatly
appreciated, so feel free to drop a line or two at
steinwillard80@gmail.com .
PART TWO
Chapter 3
Clarissa realized her mistake instantly.
With her desire for this woman burning high, her bloodlust had
also been roused and she felt her fangs lengthening. This was the
first time she will be making love as a vampire and what a crappy
time to find out that her lust and bloodlust were near inseparable
in a situation such as this. The beast raised its head slowly, its
nostrils wide as it soaked up the scent of fresh blood.
Alarmed, she mentally held her beast down, staring defiantly
into its eyes.
It can be controlled, she screamed into its face.
It is possible to control it. Trinity and Gabriella were a
good example. So too were Paloma and Inger. She clenched her jaws
and felt her fangs retreat. She will make love to this woman
without hurting her, even if it killed her. She lifted her head and
looked into the puzzled beautiful grey eyes. She was confusing her.
Her lips clasped over the nearest nipple and she sucked gently,
making the photographer moan in pleasure. She tasted wonderful. Her
beast thought so too and reared its head again. She warned it
sharply and waited until it had slinked away into the shadowy
corners of her being. Satisfied that the beast was dealt with, her
lips trailed down the taut muscled stomach. She scooted lower and
lower still until she was eye to eye with the soft dark triangle.
Oh, the scent, the heavenly scent was making her lightheaded. First
… a soft introductory kiss on the swollen lips. A soft moan
acknowledged her presence down there. Then she slipped the tip of
her tongue into the fleshy folds, groaning deeply as the musky
taste and smell engulfed her senses. She knew then and there that
she will never be able to forget this scent.
She felt the woman squirm and she smiled mysteriously.
Just the way she wanted her, spread-eagle and squirming. Her
tongue flicked over the proud nodule which bounced back almost
immediately demanding more. Enamored with it, Clarissa laved it
with tiny kisses and nips, making the woman cry out in helpless
pleasure. She felt the woman's hand in her hair keeping her head
fixed between her legs.
"More..." The plea was rasped through a raw throat and Clarissa
complied.
She gave her more, so much more than she thought she was capable
of giving, that when she came up from underneath the duvet, it was
to find the woman sobbing softly. The intensity of the moment
must've been too much for her and crying seemed to be the only way
of releasing the tension. She had to admit that she too felt like
crying. The utter pleasure of making love to a woman again had been
like a near-death experience for her. She gently cradled her and
held her until Jessica fell asleep in her arms.
Looking down at the sleeping face of the woman lying in her
arms, Clarissa felt her fangs lengthening again and this time she
didn't force them back. Leaning down she gently kissed the hot
sweaty neck before her fangs sunk into the soft skin. The sleeping
woman moaned softly and stirred but didn't awaken. A few sips and
then she closed the pinpricks with a gentle flick of her tongue.
Lying back again, she savored the taste of the woman's blood, the
warm metallic taste lingering on her tongue and she felt a tiny
shiver run down her spine. It was just as exciting as the woman
itself. She felt her desire stir to life and she slowly lifted the
sheet, studying the naked body of the sleeping woman and then she
turned the woman around to face her. A slow, deep kiss and the
woman stirred, opening her mouth further to accept the lusty
invitation.
"I want you again, Angel Eyes."
The grey eyes smiled warmly and a warm hand cupped her
cheek.
"What's stopping you?" Jessica murmured and rolled onto her
back, stretching languidly. This time their lovemaking was urgent,
fast and fierce. She never really underestimated the woman's
lovemaking abilities but was shocked to find that she was
unbelievably creative in bed. This time it was Clarissa who
crumbled under the intensity of their lovemaking and fell back,
exhausted and thoroughly ravished.
Trinity had been an excellent lover and surely must've gotten
better over centuries unlike her who never had another lover after
her. But what this human had done to her was so wicked, she
shuddered just thinking about it. The woman had positioned her on
all fours and had slipped underneath her until her sex was hovering
right above her hungry mouth. Her stomach fluttered as she relived
the intense sensations of that specific act. She'd nearly
pulverized the wooden headboard between her hands when she'd
reached her climax. Luckily the woman had gently loosened her grip
from the headboard and had held her in her arms until the tremors
had subsided.
Still heaving after their last bout of lovemaking, they lay
there looking at each other in silence. The beautiful face of her
lover split into a stunning smile before the grey eyes fluttered
closed and the deep even breathing suggested that she had fallen
asleep once again. She held her tightly until the long fingers of
dawn crept over the horizon.
"Take care, my angel," she murmured and kissed the slack lips
and reluctantly slipped from the rumpled bed and the naked limbs of
her lover. She stealthily crept downstairs to the deepest darkest
recesses of Cleaver Keep, its concealed dungeons.
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The faint click of the door closing woke her and Jessica
stretched dreamily. The events of the previous night rushed through
her mind and she quickly turned to look at the empty place next to
her. It was still warm.
She grabbed the sheet and ran to the door. The hallway was empty
and quiet. How did she move so fast, she thought vaguely as she
closed the door again. Disappointed she returned to bed and threw
herself down, punching the pillow. What she would've given for a
juicy quickie before she started the day.
Photo shoots were arduous; with many hours spend in between
getting the models ready for the shoots, changing costumes,
adjusting the lights, moving the sets. She loved her job but today
she wished she could just stay in bed with her…She sat up
quickly. She didn't even know her name or her number. How was she
going to get hold of her? Where would she start?
The alarm clock went off at that moment and Jessica sighed.
Maybe that was it. Maybe it was just intended to be a one night
stand. If not she would've left a note or a telephone number. A
feeling of unease came over her at the thought that she might never
see the woman again. Never run her hands thought those soft
gold-spun locks, the lightly lavender scented skin…
Groaning she rolled on to her back and pulled the sheet away,
baring her naked body. She will have to help herself or walk around
today with an uncomfortable throbbing between her legs. Closing her
eyes, two heated brown eyes immediately swam into focus. Gently,
she stroked her flat stomach, working her way down towards the
incessant throb between her legs. Her mind going back to the slow
purposeful hands of her dream lover, her silken touch and her
whispered words of praise. She gasped softly when she made contact
and sighed deeply. She was incredibly wet and
swollen.
And then the moment gone.
"Are you up, Jess?"
Cursing, she reached for the alarm clock and flung it against
the door.
"I take that as a 'yes'. I brought two alarm clocks just in case
something happened to yours," Howard called out before she heard
him rushing down the hallway. She flung herself off the bed and
padded over to the en-suite.
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The girl stormed off in tears and Howard carefully approached
her. Her hair was mussed from the countless times she'd raked her
fingers through them in frustration. She followed his hesitant
approach where she sat, dragging on a herbal cigarette. She gave up
smoking eons ago, but it was at times like these that she craved a
smoke. Lucky for her one of the riggers were giving up smoking and
had a packet of herbal rolls on him.
"What's bothering you Jess?" Howard asked softly and sat down
next to her.
"You tell me!" she snapped back. "They all look
stiff and hung-over. Get me Morgana and Sadé. I want to know
where and what these girls were up to last night."
"I was with them and they were all in bed before ten last night.
I can vouch for them." Howard said quickly, his blue eyes wide.
Jessica took a long drag on the cigarette. "What happened between
last night and this morning? You woke up in a terrible
mood."
Jessica crushed the cigarette in the ashtray nearby and came to
her feet. Looking at the sky she frowned. It would be dark soon and
they still had a lot to do.
"Break's over, guys. We only have a few more hours of daylight
left." She scanned the set and located the two costume designers.
"Morgana, Sadé, get the swimsuit girls ready. It will be too
cold later to have them parading around in skimpy swimwear." She
turned to Howard. "I didn't sleep well because of that stupid
haunted castle story you spun me last night. Could you please track
down the girl who ran off the set in tears? I want to talk to
her."
Howard nodded quickly and rushed off.
"Are you still satisfied with the lights Jess?" Grant, the
lighting guy called and she gave him the thumbs-up sign. No need to
mop around because she wanted more than a one night stand. It
really wasn't fair to take it out on the crew. She saw Howard
coming towards her with a gangly girl in a dressing gown following
him. The girl looked apprehensive as she approached her and Jessica
shook her head. She looked so young without make-up on.
"How old are you?" she asked the girl and a soft blush formed on
the girl's cheeks.
"Seventeen," she whispered and looked around nervously. A baby
still, Jessica thought and looked around. She obviously had been
lying about her age to the others thus the nervous glance to see if
anyone else was eavesdropping on their conversation.
"Do you like modeling?"
The blue-green eyes of the girl began to sparkle and she
nodded.
"I love my job."
"Good. I'm not apologizing to you for telling you to do your
work because you are getting paid to do that. I'm apologizing for
making you cry in front of the others." Her grey eyes studied the
girl somberly.
Being a model was tough and she always had a soft spot for the
younger ones. They are not only easy targets for many unscrupulous
fiends in the fashion world but also most of them crack so easily
under the pressure of the job. This was not the first girl she'd
driven to tears and she will probably not be the last one but she
wanted the shoot done today so she could get away from this place
and the mysterious woman who haunted her thoughts.
The girl nodded and Jessica grabbed her camera. "Now go get
ready so that we can get this over and down with. Remember, you
might be the youngest here, but you have just as much talent and
personality as the others. Show me what you have,
okay?"
"OK."
Howard stepped closer, a huge smile on his face and Jessica
considered ignoring him but Howard knew her too well sometimes and
would pester her until she caved in.
"What is it now Howie?" she snapped.
The blue eyes twinkled at her. "You are not only beautiful and
sexy but you have a soft side too. That makes you one of the
sought-after bachelorettes according to Star News. I think they're
spot on."
She pushed her fingers through her hair. She hated being
discussed by a bunch of strangers who thought they knew her by
reading about her in tabloids and gossip columns. Howard on the
other hand lapped up everything he saw and heard on Star News.
"I've told you to stop believing in the crap they sell on Star
News," she said while she screwed a different lens on her camera.
"Please get the girls moving Howard. We have two more sequences to
finish before we lose daylight."
Howard immediately snapped back into assistant mode and jumped
to execute her orders.
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Chapter 4
She watched her hungrily from where she stood hidden in the
shadows of the stable. Her heartbeat accelerated at the sight of
those long slender fingers raking through the short hair. She was
alone, walking around the set, a bottle of water in her hand. Their
shoot had ended a few minutes ago and she could see that everyone
was happy to wrap up and rush to their rooms. Even her woman was
looking a bit tired.
She inhaled sharply.
Since when did she think about the photographer as her
woman? Last night was just supposed to be her last night, spent in
the arms of a beautiful woman. But as soon as the sun had set this
evening she'd raced at breakneck speed, just so she could see her
again. Maybe even touch her again. She'd taken the hidden tunnel
leading from the dungeons to the stable. Her great-grandfather
Louis Vermont, the Second Marquis of Cleaver had built the tunnel
as an escape route for him and his family in case of an emergency.
But it was never used and the tunnel had nearly collapsed as a
result of disuse. She'd found it as a child and kept it as her
little secret playground.
She sensed another presence and stiffened when she saw a
beautiful redhead dressed in a short dress walking out of the
shadows to come and stand close to Jessica.
"I just wanted to come and tell you how honored I feel to be
able to work with you, Jessica. You're not known as the
StarMaker for nothing. Your work has created supermodels."
The girl put her hand on Jessica's arm and Clarissa felt her jaw
tighten.
"Thank you for the compliment Greta. My success hugely depends
on the talent I work with too." She heard Jessica say in that
unbelievable husky tone of hers.
"You're absolute right, you know." The redhead giggled and took
another step closer and hooked her arm around Jessica's neck. She
could sense Jessica's discomfort from where she stood. She sighed
her relief when Jessica took the girl's hand and removed it from
around her neck.
"Look, Greta, I know what you're trying to do and I'm really
flattered but I'm involved with someone."
At hearing that Clarissa experienced an intense moment of
elation but the euphoric feeling disappeared just as quickly. Did
she have someone back home who was waiting for her?
"I apologize," the redhead said softly. "I was under the
impression that you and your partner broke up almost a year ago. I
didn't know you were seeing someone again."
"Well, I am seeing someone." Jessica said firmly.
The redhead stared at her for a while before she spoke
again.
"You're not just saying that because you are scared of getting
involved with the talent?"
Clarissa rolled her eyes at the girl's shamelessness and stepped
out of the shadows, making enough noise to wake her ancestors. Both
women turned sharply towards her and Clarissa's heart jumped when
she saw the utter delight in the grey eyes. The redhead was staring
at her with a petulant pout, obviously annoyed at the interruption.
But Clarissa didn't care. Her eyes were fixed on the tall, muscular
brunette. She came to stand next to Jessica and slipping her arm
around the dark woman's waist, pulled her closer for a deep
lingering kiss. The kiss was returned with equal fervor. When she
lifted her head, she saw that the grey eyes looked a little
dazed.
"I'm sorry I'm late, sweetheart. The plane was delayed and then
I struggled to get a room at the B&B in the village. Are you
ready to go?" She tried to sound as light-hearted as she could but
the nearness of the woman in her arms was thickening her blood,
making her voice deeper and darker. She turned to the redhead and
smiled apologetically. "Hi, I'm Rissa, Jessica's girlfriend. I hope
I didn't interrupt anything? I can wait until you two finish up
your conversation." She made as if she was about to step away but
Jessica's arm snaked around her waist, pulling her
closer.
The smoldering grey eyes were searching hers
intently.
"You have perfect timing. We're done and Greta was just about to
join the others for dinner."
The dismissal in the voice was unmistakable and Greta, as
stubborn as she was, knew that that was her cue to leave.
With a crisp 'goodbye' the redhead turned and stomped off.
Clarissa was still looking at the retreating figure of the girl
when Jessica started to pull her towards the dimly-lit stable.
Probing the photographer's mind, she knew exactly what Jessica had
in mind but still, she wanted her to verbalize her
intention.
"Where are we going?" she asked softly as she entered the
stable.
Jessica stopped and turned to look into her eyes.
"Are you scared of being alone with me in the dark?" Jessica
asked gently, pushing back a wayward blond lock.
Clarissa just stared at her. If only you knew, my dear,
she thought, you would run screaming from me. I am what goes
bump in the night. But she shook her head.
"No, I'm not scared of being alone with you. Just tell me what
you are up to."
Jessica laughed softly and the husky sound reverberated
erotically through her already aroused body. Clarissa couldn't hold
back anymore and roughly pulled Jessica closer for a fierce kiss.
The kiss went on and on and on, until Jessica came up for air,
gasping.
The grey eyes scanned the area and spotted an open stall with
heaps of fresh straw in the corner. She dragged Clarissa in there
and gently lowered her onto the straw. Her fingers gently brushed
the hair out of her face and Clarissa felt like crying at the
tenderness Jessica exhibited. After centuries of depravity, this
tender touch was like a healing balm.
"I'm so sorry for bringing you here but I couldn't wait to kiss
you again and my room seemed so far at the time."
Clarissa slowly spread her legs and pulled Jessica down between
them. The grey eyes darkened at the blatant invitation and she
smiled when Jessica started to undress them both with wild urgency.
Finally naked, they started kissing each other feverishly. Never in
four hundred years had she felt as desirable as she felt at that
moment, with Jessica moaning loudly as she frantically worshipped
her breasts and her neck. Her hands blindly roamed over her stomach
and her thighs.
"You drive me crazy. I couldn't stop thinking about you the
whole day," Jessica murmured against her lips and kissed her
deeply. She lifted herself on her elbows and positioned herself so
that their mounds were pressing together. "I want to get lost in
you." She reared back until she was resting on her knees. For a
moment she just looked down into her eyes, her grey eyes unfocussed
as they caressed her naked body.
Clarissa marveled at the hunger she saw in the pale eyes and
spread her legs even further apart. Jessica read the invitation and
shuddered.
The first touch of the wet tongue made the air explode out of
her lungs. It was so tender. The next taste made her lift her
pelvis followed by a long drawn out moan. Clarissa's eyes became
hazy and she quickly closed them not wanting to take the chance of
Jessica seeing them glowing red.
Jessica murmured soft words of encouragement as she planted wet
open-mouth kisses on her thighs before tormenting her again and
again with long sensual flicks of her tongue. By the time she
climaxed, Clarissa was almost sure that the straw must have caught
fire underneath her from the heat her body had
generated.
She felt Jessica slowly licking her way upwards until she was
stretched out on top of her. When she opened her eyes the first
thing she saw was the wayward strands of hair poking out on
Jessica's head. She grinned weakly. It was her handiwork for
certain. She lifted a hand and gently tried to bring some semblance
of order to the short dark hair.
"Good to know I still have some hair left on my head." Jessica
murmured with her face resting in her neck.
"I'm sorry," she said guiltily and laughed when Jessica lifted
her head, the grey eyes teasing.
"You animal," she teased.
How close to the truth you are, Clarissa thought sadly
although she managed to smile back. She was in actual fact a
monster. A dangerous predator that can kill without remorse. She
silently cursed Tristan's black soul for turning her into a
monster. A monster who, every time it touched Jessica, was putting
her life in great peril. Please, don't let me ever harm this
woman, she prayed softly to the God of her childhood. I can't
bear the thought of me being responsible for causing her any kind
of pain or death. She reached out and traced the beautiful lips
with her finger.
"You bring out the animal in me," she whispered huskily and saw
the grey eyes darkening further with desire. She quickly rolled
over so that she was looking down into Jessica's face.
"Well, let's see then what kind of beast you are hiding
underneath this sexy veneer."
The kind you wouldn't want to encounter, Clarissa thought sadly
but still reached for Jessica. By the time she was done with
Jessica, she was stunned to find bite marks all over her arms and
shoulders and Jessica snoring softly in her arms.
She lifted her arm and frowned when she saw that some of the
wounds actually broke the skin and she closed her eyes tightly.
Hopefully the amount of her blood that Jessica had ingested was
miniscule and would not make a difference. She quickly lapped the
mark to close the wound.
She heard a faint gurgling and looked down into Jessica's
sleeping face. A tender smile formed on her lips. She must be
famished. The human's appetite must beferocious if the way she'd
ravished her was anything to go by. The night was still young and
her lover would definitely need some energy if they were going to
indulge in more activities later. Maybe she could go out and feed
quickly before going to the kitchen to forage food for her
insatiable Angel.
She gently disentangled herself from Jessica's arms and legs and
getting dressed, disappeared quickly into the
forest.