Dream Demons

A Light in the Dark

              "Ready?" He placed his hand at the small of her back, leading her outside and into the shadows of the building. 

            "There's no need for you to take me home." Loneliness and vulnerability clung to her like a second skin.

            "I want to." He cupped her cheek, using his other hand he stroked her hair away from her face. Leaning down he captured her full luscious lips with his own. Electricity traveled through every fiber in his being. He felt more alive kissing her than in his entire undead existence. 

            His tongue tasted and teased hers. She tentatively opened her mouth to his, her tongue venturing forth to meet his. When her sweet tongue touched his his he moaned, pulling her tighter against him. Her soft moan was almost his undoing. 

            Marita didn't know why this man was kissing her. Or why it felt so right. It had been so long since she'd felt a man's touch. Dar lit a fire in her that she didn't know still existed. She couldn't stop herself from responding to him or trying to get closer. She wanted-no needed to feel him pressed against her. His hard lines beneath her fingers. Her hands tracing paths across his broad chest. 

            What was wrong with her? A little voice kept saying she didn't deserve to live. To feel anything good. But something compelled her to ignore that voice. Marita pulled back, trying to catch her breath, her heart raced and she felt feverish. 

            "Come home with me." Shyly reaching up and stroking his blonde hair. It was even softer than she imagined.

                Darconte heard her pounding heart and the fear behind her words. It must be taking all her courage to open up to him. Wrapping her in his embrace and using his connection with her he transported them through the dark shadows of the diner to the shadows of a rundown apartment building. Releasing her, he took in his surroundings. It was seven stories, brick and obviously old before she was born. 

            "How did we get here so fast?"

            "Uh, you fainted in my arms and must have lost track of time." He hated having to lie to her but he was sure she wasn't ready for the truth just yet. It was cowardly but he couldn't chance her having a change of heart.

            Pulling open the door, they stepped into a tiled lobby desperately in need of paint and new tile. His sensitive nose was bombarded  by the rancid scent of unwashed humans, animal waste and garbage. There was graffiti on the walls and the stairs looked questionable. He watched her move up the stairs, gracefully maneuvering around weak or missing stairs. She moved with the grace of a feline shifter. He stayed close to her in case one of the steps gave way but careful enough not to step on them at the same time. The extra weight could be catastrophic. 

            He had forgotten how depressing these types of buildings were. Enough poverty and violence had invaded these walls over the decades the building was a psychic leech. It drained all positive energy from any human until they either snapped or escaped. It was no wonder she couldn't bring herself back from despair. She kept herself surrounded by it.  If she's as powerful a psychic as he believed this building was what was keeping her desolated. He had to find a way to get her out of here. 

            He'd do the same for anyone. But deep down he knew it was a lie. Something compelled him to protect her. Watching her tight ass move ahead of him as she finally reached the top floor. She never turned to see if he followed her and continued to the end of a dimly lit, grungy hallway and finally to the last apartment. She unlocked the door and crossed the room.

            Stopping at the threshold he awaited her invitation. Only now did she turn to face him. 

            "I'm sorry it's not much. It's all I have. Come in, if you still want to."

            "This is fine. I've stayed in places that make this look like a palace." Closing the door, he kept his gaze riveted to her as he crossed the room to her side.  The smell of floral candles and incense was a pleasant change to the rest of the building.  Standing like a puppet waiting for him to pull her strings, he placed his hands on her shoulders. The sweet longing and shyness caused his desire to surge through his veins. Placing his hands on either side of her face pressing his lips to hers with renewed passion and urgency. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pressing her body closer until the only thing between them was their clothes. 

                 Releasing her lips he kissed her hair, her forehead, even the tip of her nose. She kissed him this time. Her mouth hungrily tasting and taking comfort. Amazing! Sliding her hands slowly down his chest. His hands caressed her back sending sparks at the contact, slowly cupping her bottom, pressing her firmly against his arousal.

                Marita moaned deeply at the intimate contact. His slowly lifted the bottom of her shirt, his fingers skimmed her bare flesh. She felt his moan rumbling through their bodies. He broke their kiss, whipping her shirt over her head and carelessly tossing it aside. He dove in kissing the side of her neck. Sighing Marita angled her head, giving him all the access to her sensitive skin, gasping as he began his oral exploration. His thumbs pushed her bra out of the way revealing her bare breasts. Cupping the mounds he ran his thumbs across her tight n*****s. Leaning further he captured one turgid tip between his lips, tantalizing her with his tongue and teeth. Moaning she grasped his head, holding him close urging him to devour her.

            "Which way?" Darconte swept her into his arms; his voice deeper and his blue eyes seemed to glow.

            "Over there." She pointed to a door at the other side of the apartment. He carried her into the dark room. He didn't seem to have any trouble with the lack of lighting. Her single mattress on the floor that had been serviceable for the last two years, seemed woefully inadequate for this mountain of a man. 

            Despite the status of the woeful apartment, the bed was made with a colorful patchwork quilt and pretty blue sheets. Dar silently vowed she'd never live in such squalor again if she'd allow him to care for her. Concentrating on the small creature in his arms, he gently laid her on the mattress as she threw her bra off, going down on one knee. He opened the top of her jeans and slowly slid them over her hips and down her legs before tossing them to the side. 

        Marita lay before him innocently seductive in only black cotton panties, stretching her arms towards him, as if welcoming him home. Darconte stripped off his black tee shirt casually flinging it across the room.

            "Dar." Marita whispering his name with sweet yearning pulled at him. He swooped down to the mattress desperate to press his body against hers again. She felt fragile in his arms. He was afraid he might hurt her. He easily outweighed her by more than a hundred pounds and couldn't chance crushing her. He supported most of his weight to the side as he began kissing her again. His thigh settled between hers, holding her legs comfortably apart. 

            She became bold, allowing her hands to explore his chest, discovering every defined muscle even toying with his chest hair. Her fingertips brushed across his n*****s and he gasped sharply at the pleasure her touch invoked. He explored her soft skin trailing his hand down her flat stomach to the top of her panties. He lightly teased her through the moist fabric pressing his fingers firmly against her core, her hips arching wantonly. She reached for his pants and unbuttoned them as he slid her panties off. She tried to push his pants off but the angle wouldn't allow her the control. Dar shifted his weight and with vampiric speed removed the offending articles of clothing.

            He dragged his tongue down her neck moving leisurely over her shoulder until his mouth found her breast. His tongue trailing circles around the full mound. Shrinking in size until he was pulling her beaded n****e into his mouth. Gently suckling her as her back arched against the bed. He continued his journey laying kisses across her ribs and down to the planes of her stomach. Her breathing became ragged and her moans and sighs commingled. Holding her hips in his hands, kissing her damp curls. Sliding his tongue between her delicious folds she gasped and started to shake. Moaning at the sweet and salty taste of her, like a sweet ambrosia, he continued teasing her bud and then sliding his tongue into her core. Her body tensed as her orgasm built quickly. He continued drawing her to completion until she cried out and sweat speckled her skin, her legs shaking. 

            "Dar, I need you." She whispered faintly. He positioned himself above her, his engorged member pointing the way home. Looking down into her lovely face, tears glistened on her cheeks. She wasn't ready for him, no matter how much he wanted her he wouldn't push.

            "Baby, its ok if you need to stop. I don't want to take advantage of you." He stroked her hair, laying light kisses against her cheeks, her forehead. She shyly shook her head.

            "I just haven't been with anyone since..."She didn't finish. She didn't need to.

            He could feel her pain as if a knife were cutting out his heart. He rolled to the side, pulling her with him as he rested her head against his chest. Feeling moisture against his skin he held her as she cried. They lay naked, on a single mattress, in a small rundown apartment, in the dark side of the city, seeking comfort. Her from her past and him from the onslaught of emotions she was stirring in him. 

            She didn't know what to think. She didn't deserve to feel good, much less the mind blowing orgasm she was gifted with. And why after all this time did she bring this beautiful man home with her. She couldn't blame it on being drunk, she had no more than she always had. 

            But, oh it felt so good to be held again. She felt safe. So protected and satisfied. She could hardly keep her eyes open.

            The excitement of the evening and the emotional toll had worn her out. Her breathing deepened and her heart rate slowed. 

                This was the most amazing feeling. To hold someone and have them trust him to keep them safe. he accomplished his goal, at least temporarily. 

                He was torn between his need to hold and protect and his obligation to his team and the mortals at large. Gently shifting Marita out of his arms, she sighed as she snuggled deeper into the pillow. He covered her with the quilt that was folded at the end of the bed. Quietly pulling on his own clothes, he crept into the living room.