True Blood: Night Huntress

Part 3

Nitiya can not help but smile a little when she scents Godric retrieving back in. She is still smiling when she enters her room, stripping down her gown for a change. She still has some difficulties trying to reach the zipper at her back. She is just contemplating to call for her progeny’s help, when a hand suddenly pulls her zipper all the way down. She barely has time to catch it before the front of her gown completely drops to the floor, allowing her breasts to pop out.

“Looking good there, sis,” Ian presses against her from behind, staring at their reflexion from her full length mirror.

“Ian!” she protests, trying to cover her modesty.

“I don’t see the point of you doing that, when I’ll be f*****g you every way imaginable,” he tells her simply, reaching to pull her hands down from her chest.

“I don’t know what exactly you had in mind,” though she is not completely unaware of the pleasures of the flesh to not be able to guess, “but I only said I’d let you put it in, as in accountable one.”

“What? I didn’t hear that bit before.”

“Then you should have listened better when you make deals,” she lectures him.

Ha! Only his sister can do that, lecturing him while she is almost buck naked. Well, almost. He knows that he is, and she will learn that also if she ever turns around. Instead his older sister steps out of the pile of her gown, before heading right into her walk in closet without a second thought of him.

Ian’s c**k swings left to right slightly as he makes his way slowly towards her.

“Are you trying to back away from our deal?” he shoots.

“You do realize that I only did it in the first place to keep you safe, right?” she shoots back.

“Is that a no I’m hearing?” he pushes.

He knows his sister is not one to back from a deal. Her dignity is at stake, and he will use her pride to his advantage if he has to. He has been lusting after her for so long. There was no night that he would go without m**********g to her in his thoughts. That was back when he thought she was alive.

After that, he admitted that he had sometimes f**k a redhead just to get her out of his system. He knew that he could never have her, but there was nothing wrong with a little bit of fantasy. Now that she is back however, he has every chance to make that fantasy a dream come true.

“Fine then, just the tip, but that’s it.”

“What?” he chokes back a shock. Just the tip? Just the freakin’ tip? He waiting this long just for that?

“You don’t want it? Fine, then nothing for you, mister.”

Oh no. You’re not going to turn this on him this time, sis.

By this point, he is burning with such need that he will take anything that he can get.

Despite being completely almost exposed, his sister can still hold on to an argument. She is out of this world, he gotta give her that. Just before she manages to grab a nightgown from he drawer however, he quickly twists her body and presses her against a hard surface, his semi-hardened c**k pressing against the p***y lips of her entrance, pre-c*m soaking through the thin material of her white lace panties.

“Just the tip, right?” he asks huskily, brushing a gentle cares across her cheek. Her sweet smell invades his lungs, and she smells even much better now that he is scenting her through his keen vampiric senses. He can smell her all day and never get bored of it, he thinks as he presses his nose into the curls of her hair.

Nitiya is a get-down-to-business type of person, and she does not waste time to slide her panties aside and begin pressing her entrance against his not fully hardened c**k. He is already hard and hot as a burning steel, and all she has to do is climb into his towering body and lowers herself down. Just when she is about to do just that, Ian stops her. She looks at him in confusion in return.

“Not so fast. I want to savour this moment.”

She doesn’t mind having him smelling her, but it is not just her scent that he is after. Ian kisses every inch of skin he can find; starting from her forehead, down to her nose and lips. He lingers with a gentle peck with a promise of turning back to her lips, before he travels down to her neckline and chest. To better make it easier for him to access her, he lowers his body slightly, in the progress aligning their privates together.

Ian lets out a hissing sound when Nitiya nudges her hips, causing the lips of her p***y to make contact against the head of his c**k. She is bare down there, and he can feel every inch of her skin. To think that soon enough, he will be engulfed in her warmth.

“Sis, slow down,” he says gritting his teeth, unable to contain himself.

“You want me, why not just dive right in?” she asks, tone calm as ever.

“You— Are we still just at the tips?”

“Why of course—”

“Then stop encouraging me,” he tells her.

“You’re the one who has been encouraging herself,” she tells him back.

True enough, Ian can not help but to want to make this moment last longer. He has been lusting after her touch that he just can not help himself. Wait. Focus, Ian. He needs to get his head on the game and take what they have agreed on.

Ian moves his hips slightly, and all of a suddenly his glan is buried inside her cunt. Hot, tight, slick and soft. Of all the p*****s he had f****d before, hers definitely feels the best. It’s just the tips, but even he can tell as much. f**k! What is he going to do now? He is already in, but he does not think he can be satisfied with just this little contact.

“Please just let me f**k you. My c**k burns for you,” he begs her, and Ian never begs for s*x before.

“I can’t, Ian. We had an agreement.”

“I know, but I want you so badly. Don’t you want me as well?”

“No,” she says, but somehow they can hear her tone wavering.

“Don’t lie, sis. You want me. Don’t lie to yourself. You can have me,” he offers himself to her.

When she does not say anything, he continues, “What are you worrying about? There’s no one else around to judge us, there’s only you and me.”

“That’s not even the beginning of the issue here,” she says.

“Then why?”

Why indeed. Of all the years they have spent together, Nitiya never once told her family about her secret. Her past was just it to her; her past. She did not want to dabble with it when she got a brand new chance to restart anew. She did not wish to drown them in her sorrow. Let her carried it to her grave, or at least that was what she thought was going to happen, until she discovered the existence of immortals. And now that she has joined one of their ranks in the modern time, she had all the time in the world to spend. Except, she is really one individual that holds back.

He didn’t know about his past, or even the reason why she still stays a virgin this last two and a half century. Romance and s*x are really some things that she simply just does not invest her time with. After what had happened with him, she really was not tempted to trying again. The only kind of love she has ever received from him was so full of pain and torment. She knows what love is, and that was not it.

“Please?” Ian purposefully slurs his speech as he rolls his hips into her, grinding is already engorged c**k against the tight ring of her muscles further.

Nitiya tries to close her legs instinctively, unable to repress the burning sensation he is slowly building inside her. She might not want to get her virginity taken, especially not by her own brother, but her lower region certain has an idea of its own. Despite the pain and the promise of blood, she herself is already soaking wet for him.

Nitiya wants to curse him instantly. Why does he was to beg her with that kind of husky voice and heart-tearing look? It also does not help on how attractive her little brother had come to be. Over the many centuries they have been separated, including when she had decided to leave home back when they were still teenagers, he had grown up into a very attractive adult male.

He is much taller than her, almost more than two feet. His blue eyes, which are the perfect replica of her own, shine even through the darkness of the dimly lighted bedroom. His muscles are surrounding every part of her body, hard and taut against her softness, while his scent is practically oozing off s*x and spice. And for a split second, she contemplates to let go of all rationality and just accept the situation as what it is.

“Fine. Let’s just get this over with, but don’t freak if things get a little bloody,” she finally gives in, and Ian thinks he might as well enter heaven right now. Or hell, his soul being dammed and all. He does not care which, but there is no way he is going without f*****g his hot ass older sister.

“I don’t know you like that kind of play. Surprise, surprise,” he grins back at her.

She does not think he has the same train of thought as her, but she does not say anything to correct the mistake. Instead, she lowers herself down.

She thinks that she can do it, until she feels herself choking just before his c**k can penetrate her hymen.

“Tiya! Tiya!” she can hear her brother scream in panic as he watches her reaction, her body convulsing against him uncontrollably.

All of a sudden, they are not the only two who are in her room. She can hear a door being busted in, followed soon by a sharp intake of breathe, probably from the surprise of taking in her and her brother’s compromising positions; both of them naked with Ian pushing his sister against a wall, his hips flushes against hers.

Ian is hurled out of her in an instant, the attacker growling at him with unmasked feralness.

Nitiya falls flat into the ground when there is no one else to support her weight, and she can feel a pair of gentle hands quickly catching her mid fall when it happens.

“Hush, it’s alright. I’ve got you,” he whispers the words to her as his arms wrap around her quivering body. Godric.

“What the f**k do you think you’re doing? How could you? How could you?” Anger vibrates through his tone with so much intensity, and for a second she barely recognizes her own progeny’s voice. Amaranth is super pissed, and he has never been like this before.

“We were just having s*x,” Ian tries to defend himself, “what that suddenly happened.”

“Well of course she went into shocked. Do you have any idea what you just did? She was clearly unprepared!”

“I prepared her plenty, I can assure you that—”

“Why you!” Hearing Ian’s overconfident respond only makes Ranth more pissed off then before.

Nitiya is still shaking, her vision going dark while her mind goes blank. No, this can not be happening again. The feel of his c**k stretching her out is just too much, and all of a sudden she was filled with flashes of images when the Emperor had taken her by force plenty of times, especially the times when the took her virginity twice; back in her previous life and from the alternate possibility.

“It’s okay, he’s not going to hurt you. You’re safe with me,” Godric tries to calm her, gentling patting her head and smoothing out her hair.

She allows a tear so slide from her cheeks as she nuzzles closer into his embrace.

“Tiya . . .” Ian finally spots her tears, and suddenly he is overwhelmed by the feelings of guilt.

He is not the only one that is affected. Amaranth turns his head towards the crumbling form of his maker, and the firm hold he has on Ian creases.

All three men glue their attention to the crying female, her reaction is so unexpected yet heartbreaking at the same time. They say no other words as Godric tries to comfort her while she continues to sob, unable to stop the tears. The other two wish nothing more then to stop her from crying.

It is during the silence that Pam finally decides to step in.

“What’s going on— What the hell?”

She takes in the naked crying redhead in her grandsire’s arms and the sight of the same redhead’s child pushing her also naked maker against one wall in a fighting stance.

“What happened?”

“Your maker tried to rape my maker,” Amaranth pits in venom.

“What?” All three shouts out at once, including Pam, Ian, and Godric.

“I wasn’t— I didn’t, I swear. She was willing—” Ian tries to explain himself, but immediately gets cut off.

“That’s because she probably doesn’t know any better, and I can bet that you mostly pressured her into it,” the boy insists.

“I—” the blonde brute is at a lost of words. Even though the boy is shorter and smaller compared to him, the fierceness of his anger makes up for what he lacks.

“I don’t think he knows what exactly is going on,” Godric speaks to them for the first time after busting in, a sleeping Nitiya is now lying in his arms. He picks her up and places her on her bed, covering her still nude form under the blanket before turning back to the others.

Amaranth looks at the ancient vampire anew. Seems like his maker had told him about her past.

“Ian, we need to talk,” and Godric manages to convince Amaranth to let his progeny go. The boy steps aside, but only so that Ian can get as far away from his maker as possible. Godric leads Ian and Pam outside before Amaranth can close the door behind them, reaching to his maker’s side in a flash of speed.

Nitiya is still frowning, even in her sleep, but that only proves the level of stress she is experiencing.

“It’s okay now, I’m here. I’m sorry I wasn’t here before, but I promise that I’ll always keep you safe. You’re my everything.” He takes one of her hands and places a soft, lingering kiss on the back of her hand.

Amaranth slides into the spot beside her, using his body to comfort her. He can feel her stiffening from the sudden proximity, until her body recognizes him and allows itself to relax.

. . . . .

The next morning, Ian apologies a thousand times to his sister, who had gotten better after a day’s rest. Apparently Godric had disclosed the real reason of her shocked outburst, though he was very vague about the details. Ian still does not know about her remember her past life, or that she even had one in the first place. All he knows is just that some guy took her and forced himself on her repeatedly. No wonder she had such a violent reaction when Ian tried to enter her deeper.

Amaranth is still pissed with him though, and has been acting rather hostile towards this particular guest ever since. The boy will do anything in his power to protect his maker, even if it means resorting to petty acts such as purposefully pulling her into his arms whenever he thinks that the blonde brute is getting to physically close around her, or trying to cuddle and give kisses to her in front of everybody without regarding the audiences in a manner that is way more intimate than what any plain maker-progeny should act, which always makes Ian groans with jealousy and drives the guy mad.

Before he came along, it was Ian who used to embrace Nitiya and shower her with affectionate kisses. But then one mistake occurs, and all of a sudden he is now the outsider instead.

Nitiya has forgiven him, because she knows that her younger brother hardly knows better. She is even touched when he displays his intension to make whoever the rapist bastard is suffer, even though Ian does not even know his name. And he is going to stay like that, because she does not wish to burden him with her past life.

As a way to apologize to her, Ian even goes as far as preparing dinner for her (even though it is only pouring a bag of blood into a glass of wine and warming it up in a microwave), taking her shopping (which she still hates to do, even though so many years have passed since the last time he did this with her), and even inviting her to watch a movie with him.

“You want to watch that? With me?” she comments after he has shown her the Fifty Shades of Grey sequel trailer, Fifty Shades Darker.

“Why not?” he waggles his eyebrow playfully at her.

It is inappropriate and scandalous, but then again, so does he. Only Ian will pick a movie that he alone with enjoy, but still, she appreciates the attempt.

“Why are you so lenient with him?” her progeny asks one night when they are soaking in a bath pool full of blood.

It is a custom bathroom design that is linked to both of their rooms. They are naked underneath the blood water, naturally, but this is not the first time they take a bath together. She had been giving him baths ever since he was a kid.

The blood water alone is not made from killing humans. Unlike Elizabeth Bathory, they have more manners than that. It was actually achieved through dropping a concentrated blood formed into a bath bomb. The main ingredient itself is genuine blood, but they made sure to obtain it through willing blood donations.

It also helps that one of Nitiya’s many investments is in the form of a hospital, which they get their monthly blood donation from.

“He’s my brother, besides, he hardly knew any better,” she has no idea how many times she has to explain this to her progeny. And if she does not know any better, she would say that the boy is sulking. It is rather unfair how she keeps on excusing Ian from his improper acts, but almost taking her virginity really draws the line.

To distract herself, Nitiya decides to give his back a wash. It has been quite a while since she wash him, and to be honest, she kinda misses doing this.

“Why are you doing this?” he asks her with a slight moan, tone huskier and more breathless than normal.

“Why? Can’t I just give my child a wash?” she asks, hugging him from behind playfully, the contact causing him to let out a hiss as a result.

“I’m not a kid anymore,” he tells her.

“I’m highly aware,” she says.

“Then please stop making my hopes up,” he begins to stir from her hold.

“What do you mean?” she asks as he turns around to face her.

“You know what I mean,” he says, making a mistake to drop his eye level down her cleavage; there is no going back once he losts himself in that endless valley. It takes some efforts to push himself to avert his gaze, and he somehow fights his way to settle his line of sight onto her sapphire blue eyes instead. “I love you, Mistress, and not just as parent and child. I love you like a man love a woman.”

“Ranth, I . . .” She has no idea what to say.

She knows that he is completely serious. If she rejects him, it will strain the bound they have between maker and progeny. If she accepts him . . . she does not know if she is ready to accept anyone as a romantic partner. She does not want to disappoint anyone, but moreover, she does not wish to go through the horror of s*x.

“Mistress, will you accept me as I am?” the boy asks instead.

“Of course I will,” she answers in a heartbeat.

“Then that is enough. You don’t have to promise anything else. Just let me be near you and doing whatever we like.” He thought that being close with her is enough, but he always finds himself hungry for her touch afterwards. For as long as he can remember, he has always been flooded with this feeling of wanting more.

There has never been a second where he turns his gaze from her. To him, there has always been him. Sure he has gone to a few blind dates before, but somehow every women he met has never shown the kind of intelligence and personality that can garner his attention fully as his maker does.

No one in this world can compare to her.

“W-what do you want to do?” she asks, suddenly nervous.

“Can I hug you?”

“Sure.”

Amaranth stands up, and the red color of blood rushes down, trickling down his hard body and evident muscle lines. She watches closely as the last drop of blood disappears into the water, where his bottom half is still drown in.

He steps closer towards where she is sitting, backing her away until she is trapped between two hard places.

“Mistress, do you have a preference?” he asks her as he wraps his arms around him, pressing several points of his body against her. Her round breasts feel soft yet firm against his hard chest, and her p***y feels so inviting being pressed against his d**k.

“I-I don’t know, I’ve never thought about this before. But as long as he is fairly intelligent, then I guess it is not that bad of a start off.”

“Well, you’ve made sure that I’m not gullible to the world, that’s for sure. Anything else I should know about?”

He starts by leaning back slightly and placing kisses all over her neck. Nitiya is too distracted by the question to take notice as the boy intends to leave marks all over her skin.

“You don’t have to change anything about yourself. I like you just the way you are, Ranth.”

“Then I want you to touch me,” he places her hand against his chest. “Show me that you care about me.”

“Like how?” she asks, her eyes sparkling with interest.

“However you like,” he smiles at her.

He watches intensely as her gaze grows intense, and all of a sudden her crystal blue eyes are replaced by a burning heat of two green flames, the sign of presence from her raw witch power.

She has let her true nature shows, and Amaranth can not help but to shiver in delight from the revelation.

All of a sudden, she spins him around, so that she is the one on top instead.

Nitiya moves her hips, and their hips connect in an instant.

Amaranth lets out a low groan.

She does not stop there though, instead going as far as teasing the head of his slowly hardening c**k with her p***y lips, giving him a sample of what he can taste once he is dipped inside her tight virgin canal.

The boy throws his head back and he tries to control himself, looking almost strangled from doing so.

Nitiya chuckles amusedly from his reactions, touching him more.

It is like she is a completely different person, like as if she has a completely hidden persona suppressed inside that she just decides to let out.

What happens next is a complete frenzy.

She leans down and lowers her head to take a bite out of his neck, all the while caressing his c**k with her p***y lips all the way. She is driving him nuts, but she seems to enjoy making him loses his mind over her.

Her fangs are sharp and merciless when they dive into his flesh, tearing his skin painfully. But the sensation does not stay there for long, because as soon as the euphoria from her venom kicks in and she wraps her lips around his wounds and begins sucking, all he can feel is pleasure.

Immense, immense pleasure, laid bare onto him from his shoulder and c**k.

Amaranth can not keep himself from moaning out loud, filling the room with all kinds of noises he can muster. He is in heaven, that is for sure, and nothing can make him come down from his height anymore.

The boy cums hard when she begins pistoning her hips harder, though the action does not seem to deter the hardness of his c**k, even after shooting out so many seeds into the water around them.

In fact, the scent of his semen seems to tick her off in the right way.

Nitiya releases his shoulder from her bite, only to gesture for him to keep his eyes locked on hers. They swim like a smoky quartz while she begins lowering himself into his erection.

The scent of her inviting s*x is driving him crazy, but before she can put himself inside her, he quickly grabs her waist.

“Are you sure about this?” he asks her breathlessly. He does not want him to do something that she might regret in a whimp.

“Yes, I’ve deemed you worthy to be my first. Innocence for innocence,” she says.

At this point, Amaranth is not even bothering to decipher the meaning of his maker’s words, and instead just enjoying this pleasure she is giving to him.

She is already so soaking wet when she makes him enter her. She is so hot and wet and soft and unbelievably tight, she can practically choke the life out of him. Her p***y walls are messaging, milk at his c**k the moment his d**k is snugged inside her.

He wants to move, but she won’t allow it. She is completely dominating him now, and he can not do anything about it but receiving what he can take — not that he will ever dare to take that control from her. She can do whatever she likes with his body, and he can not care any less.