Eternal Love

The Question

CHAPTER 4

Sage woke to the sound of the door quietly creaking open. She glanced over her shoulder to see a man in maybe his mid-thirties balancing a tray, laden with food. “Good afternoon, Mistress. I apologize if I’ve woken you but I imagined you might be hungry by now.” “Yes…I’m famished. Thank you????” “Daniel, mistress…Danny if you like.” “Well thank you Danny.” Sage smiled, “I’m Sage.” “Yes, yes you are.” He grinned as he eyed her state of appearance. “I take it that you enjoyed yourself last night?” “Yes…” She whispered as her cheeks began to become heated. “There is no embarrassment needed on my account, mistress. s*x is a natural occurrance between two people…it just so happens that some women don’t like it.” “What? s*x?” He nodded as he placed the tray on the table. “Yes…as I recall, many women who have entered our beds were not keen on our touch.” “Do you mean men in general, or men like you?” He glanced at her in surprise. Sage nodded, “I know what you are?” “And you’re not scared?” “Anything but.” Sage whispered as she wrapped the sheet tighter around her body as she rose from the bed.

Daniel stood, studying her for a moment, before looking away. “This all looks delicious, Danny, thank you again.” She said as she sat in a chair opposite him. “You are most welcome. I…I will have someone up to you shortly to help you bathe and dress.” Daniel continued as he approached her door. “Thank you, oh…and what time is it?” “It is almost sundown, Mistress.” “I slept all day?” “Yes…but I was also instructed by the Master to let you rest.” “Master?” “Yes, Gabriel is the head of the family.” “Thanks.” Sage whispered as the door closed behind him.

About thirty minutes passed before there was a light tapping at the door. “Come in.” The door creaked open and a young girl about her own age poked her head into the room. Are you ready, Mistress?” “Ready?” “Covered I mean…descent?” “Oh yes, please, come in.” Sage replied as she took a step back, watching two strong men carry in a tub and place it before the fire. “I do apologize, Mistress, but we still have yet to get the plumbing for working facilities in this place yet.” “It’s okay, this is great, thank you.” The girl curtsied before others carried in pail after pail of steaming water, dumping them into the tub basin until it was practically full. “Would you care for me to assist?” The girl asked as she eyed the messy bed. “I can bathe myself, so if there's anything you need to be doing then you can carry on with your duties.” The girl nodded.

A young girl that Sage had completely overlooked slipped into the room with a large box. “The master left this for you, Mistress. I will change out the bedding and then leave you to your bath.” The woman said before turning to the little girl. “Sit that on the cushioned seat over there, grab the dishes and be gone with you.” “Yes Betty.” The girl replied before doing as she was told. “Such an adorable little girl.” Sage replied as she tried to make conversation. The woman looked shocked at the comment before thanking her. “Is she yours?” “You can tell?” “To me…she appears to be the spitting image of you, other than the hair color of course.” “That is such a relief to hear.” “Why is that?” “Sophie’s daddy is a married man who enjoys taking advantage of his servants, at least anything with t**s and ass. Pardon my French.“ “So you are not one of them?” “Oh heavens no. But they took us in in a desperate time of need. Sophie was only two at the time.” “Well…I am glad that the two of you are here.” “Thank you, Mistress, sincerely…that means a lot.”

Sage watched as the girl slipped from the room, before stripping the sheet from her body. She climbed into the tub and sank to her neck in rose scented water. The water was so relaxing that she did not even realize just how much she needed that. Her head was submerged under the water, the world around her splayed in silence as the quiet beckoned to her. She gasped as she re-emerged. Gabriel sat in an armchair facing the tub, watching her. “For Christ’s Sake, Gabriel! Don’t do that…you scared me.” Sage scolded. “What’s wrong?” She asked as the look on his face gave off a rather disturbing feeling in the pit of her stomach. “Gabriel?” Sage continued as she climbed out of the tub and slowly approached him.

Water rolled down Sage’s body, soaking into the carpet, as well as Gabriel’s clothing once she reached out and cupped his cheeks. “Talk to me Gabriel. What’s on your mind?” “I realized,” he replied huskily, “that I not only want you in my bed, but my life as well.” “What is that supposed to mean?” “It means, princess, that I want to make this legal. Marry me?” “Oh Gabriel…” Sage whispered as she leaned down and kissed his cold lips. “I would give you my last dying breath if I could…but I cannot give you this. I am only sixteen…and no matter where we would go in the world, I would still need parental consent.” “So is that a no?” Sage sighed as she crouched down between his parted legs and stared at him lovingly. “If I were to say yes…it would mean two long years before it would be legal, and if I were to say no…then I lose everything that I’ve always wanted, always dreamt about.” “What would your answer be if I were to tell you that I have a way of bi-passing all the legalities, and it still be legal?” “Then I would say that I would marry you this very second.”

“Are you done?” Gabriel asked as he eyed the still steaming water. “I’ll wash.” Sage whispered as she slowly began peeling layer after layer of clothing off him. Once he stood before her in the nude, she took his hand and guided him to the tub. “Get in.” Sage demanded, climbing in after him and straddling his lap once he was settled. “Lean back and relax.” She coaxed, guiding his hands to her hips before lathering up a loofa. Sage slowly glided the sponge up and down his chest, her soapy hands moving with ease as she washed him. “I love you, Gabriel.” Sage whispered unexpectedly, moving her hips against his now swollen shaft. “I want you inside me…I need you inside me.”

That was the last thing Gabriel expected to be uttered from Sage’s lips. “You want me…need me?” He teased. “More than you will ever know.” He thrust his hips, his shaft embedding deep between her soft wet lips. Sage cried out, her head falling back in pleasure as his large hands gripped her tiny hips, his own hips moving to a specific rhythm. He grabbed a handful of curls, bringing her mouth forward to his as he continued to give her pleasure, her loud moaning was proof of that. “I love you too.” He whispered just before he felt Sage tense up, her muscles tightening around his shaft as her orgasim clung just on the edge of satisfaction. “Gabriel…” she whined as she gripped the edges of the tub. “Just relax, sweetheart.” He whispered as he brushed her hair from her neck, and tilted her head. His lips and tongue tasted her flesh just before Sage gasped as she felt his teeth pierce her soft flesh, his teeth elongating as he sunk them deep into her neck.

Sage was clutched tightly against his chest as he fed. His movements slower and deeper as he fell into a feeding frenzy, her orgasim forgotten as he had his own, but without ever removing his fangs, he lifted her from the tub and carried her to the bed, where he was able to expand her needs. Spilling his seed several more times as he pumped into her, her own need only grew, but as she exploded, it was like nothing she had ever experienced before. Her orgasim was a hundred times stronger, harder, and more satisfying.

Gabriel retracted his fangs, licking the bright red puncture wounds clean so they would heal shut. He raised his head and glanced down at Sage. “Are you alright, princess?” She sighed as she looked up at him, a smile on her lips. “More than okay.” Gabriel chuckled as he lowered his head and kissed her once more.