Vampire Queen's Soulmate

The Dream

Rodrigo walked along the river for a bit after his experience with Esme. What power, what energy the queen vamp had! She was a force beyond anything he'd encountered before; and he'd been in the presence of some powerful spirits. He wondered at the attraction he had to her. She was obviously attractive, but he usually held those urges in check. He was a sensuous man, but he preferred a spiritual connection to his lovers. He did not ever consider being attracted to a vampire.

He decided to start making his way back to his house in the forest. He loved his remote location, his land, his home. Coming up to his house, an orange and black cat with blue eyes came running up, meowing a greeting. He bent and picked up the animal. He looked into the cat's eyes, and smiled. "Hola Gatita," he greeted the cat, "coming back from your hunt eh?" The cat began purring and rubbed her face against Rodrigo's. This cat, simply named "kitten", had come into his life a year or so ago. She was a wonderful companion, often hanging out with him as he made his herbal remedies, walking with him wherever he went, sitting in silence as he meditated. Often times she was in attendance for rituals, either solo or a group in attendance. Gatita was a part of him, a piece of his soul.

Rodrigo entered his home. Gatita squirmed in his arms, and he let her go gracefully to the floor. He turned on the light in his space. It was a simple home. Living room, eat in kitchen with a breakfast nook, a large bathroom and his bedroom on the bottom floor. Upstairs was a big open space. Outside there were stairs that led to this space. This was where he created things, worked his magic, made his concoctions and spells, did energy work. He had clients that would come here for healing sessions and readings. For the elderly, he made house calls.

Rodrigo went about his nightly routine. He checked his home to make sure there were no unwanted visitors, living or dead. He had been through too much over the centuries to not do this. After securing the place, he showered, dried, and brushed his teeth. Walking through his house in the nude, he turned off the lights and went to his bedroom. The air conditioner was running smoothly. Thank the gods for modern technology, he thought ruefully. As much as he loved his island, it could be unbearably hot, even at night and he was not a fan. He liked to sleep comfortably.

Climbing into bed, he stared out the window. The leaves on the trees blew gently in the night breeze. Rodrigo closed his eyes and focused on breathing deeply. Soon, he fell into sleep.

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He woke with a start. Something was in the room with him. He stared up at the ceiling, listening, feeling. This energy was intense, hot and cold at the same time, swirling above him, around him. He looked to the other side of the bed, and Esme, laid out on her side next to him, stared back, the look on her face unfathomable. Rodrigo let go a breath he didn't realize he was holding. Esme cracked a smile.

"Ojo. Hello again," she said. She reached out and touched his shoulder. Rodrigo put his hand on hers, removed it gently. "Reina," he said, placing her hand over her heart, his hand over hers. She looked down at their hands on her chest.

"Que haces, Ojo?" she asked innocently, pulling her knees up, her hip rounding enticingly. Rodrigo glanced at that movement, taking in her body clothed in a black tank top, and a pair of black lounge shorts. He then turned his gaze back to her face.

"I could ask you the same question, Reina. You have come here unannounced," he replied. Esme continued to stare at him. Her eyes changed from peridot to a dark forest green.

"You do not seem too upset about my visit though," she said lightly, almost tauntingly. Her gaze swept slowly down his body, stopping at his groin. "No. You seem...excited." Rodrigo followed her gaze, to see himself erect, standing at attention.

"What can I say?" he said ruefully, shrugging his shoulders. Esme inched closer to him.

"Yes, what will you say?" she asked softly, placing her free hand on his cheek. Rodrigo turned on his side to face her.

"You're beautiful," he said simply. Esme smiled, and reached down to fondle him. Rodrigo grabbed her hand.

"Wait," he said, before pulling her close and kissing her full lips, brushing them with his own lightly.

He let go of her hand, only to place it gently on her cheek and deepened the kiss. His tongue traced along her lips, then pushed gently to open them. She softened under his request, and then their tongues were dancing around each other, a spark beginning to ignite within them. The hand on her face went to her hair, tangling his fingers in the dense mass of it. Esme put a leg over Rodrigo's hip, and pushed forward. His p***s pressed deliciously against her. She rubbed herself against him through her shorts. He groaned against her mouth, tightened his grip in her hair, pulling her head back to trace a line up her throat with his tongue. A sound emanated from deep within her as desire coursed through her body. Gods, he was sensuous.

His hand moved to her shirt, lifting it up at the hem. He exposed her breasts, the n*****s hard with desire. He bent his head to suck on one of them, swirling his tongue around it slowly at first, flicking with increasing speed and pressure. He palmed her other breast, fingers toying with the n****e, pulling and tugging at it. Esme cried out with intense pleasure. He was giving her an incredible feeling, that, coupled with her continued rubbing against his d**k, was going to make her come. Rodrigo looked up at her then, looking at her face. She looked at him looking at her, her n****e in his mouth, sucking hard. He let go for a brief moment and gripped her hair again, pulling it while pressing his lips to hers, and said,

"Take off your shorts."

Esme loved the strength in his voice, the command that laced that soft demand. She pushed her shorts down, kicking them away. Rodrigo gently rolled her on her back, taking her shirt off with one hand. He settled between her legs, his p***s in his hand as he positioned himself at her entrance. She was slick with desire. He rubbed the head of his d**k against her opening, skin to skin now. They both moaned, the pleasure almost too much. Esme pushed her hips up at him, trying to get him to enter her. He toyed with her now, rubbing and pressing against her c**t. Her orgasm took her by surprise. She had been close before, yet didn't expect him to continue his ministrations on her most sensitive spot. She screamed his name, the intensity of the orgasm vibrating through her.

Rodrigo pushed inside her now with a loud moan, hard, desire making him reckless. He was big, long and thick. He liked to take his time, letting his partner get used to his size, but this time...it didn't matter. In the throes of climax, Esme accepted him easily, her vaginal walls rippling around his p***s. He began thrusting inside her, rocking his hips against hers, long and hard, almost withdrawing completely before slamming back into her. She was wonderfully tight, so wet and warm. Esme could feel another climax brewing, her lower abdomen fluttering. She urged him on, meeting his thrusts enthusiastically. She tightened her vaginal muscles, squeezing his length as he f****d her, eliciting a groan from him as he quickened his pace.

"f**k, Esme, you feel so good," Rodrigo gritted out, putting her legs up on his shoulders, so he could get even deeper inside her. He reached down to fondle her breasts again and began to f**k her harder. Esme could feel the pressure building even faster now, the head of his d**k hitting that spot inside her p***y, rubbing it over and over again with an intense fury. Gods, she hadn't been f****d like this in a long time.

"You're going to make me c*m again," she moaned loudly. Rodrigo pounded into her, and felt her climax break around him, gripping his p***s like he'd never felt before. She screamed his name again, then a series of screams that had no words, only pleasure. Satisfied that she was being satisfied, he chased his own orgasm, sliding in and out of her, her juices coating his length now. Stars burst in his vision as his own orgasm exploded through him. Vaguely he heard his own voice as he cried her name, blood roaring in his ears. He looked down at her to see the black night in her eyes, the stars as bright as if they were in the sky. She bared her fangs, a sinister smile on her face.

He pushed hard once more, and leaned down to stare into those eyes, his own changed to steel.

"You will not feed on my soul, Reina. This won't work if you try it," he growled against her lips, licking her fangs daringly. With that he withdrew, their commingled juices rushing out of Esme as he pulled out of her.

She sat up, staring at him, the night still in her eyes.

"Not tonight, Ojo. But soon. If you enjoyed our time together this night, just imagine how it will be when you allow me to feed," she stated, a strange look on her face.

"You're a succubus. I will not allow it. If we are to work together, I need to know that you will not drain me, as you have others," Rodrigo said bluntly. Esme scowled at him. A rush of power enveloped him. He countered with his own, making it fill the room. The energies danced together, before his drowned hers out. Esme looked at him before her, on his knees, his p***s still hard and dripping with their love juices. She smiled.

"Wake up," she breathed, and her power came crashing around him, surprising him, throwing him back on the bed.

Rodrigo awoke with a start, sprawled across his bed, lying in a puddle of his own c*m. He looked around his room, breathing hard. He wiped the sweat from his brow. He was alone, but for a reminiscent trail of energy, his own, and someone else's, fading quickly.

"What the f**k was that?"