Cailín (Lass) (Anam Céile Chronicles) Page 17

  The first time ‘twas ever I had beheld another naked cailín.

  I gazed in awe, marveling at her form, her skin, her eyes reflecting me own desire.

  Could she be admiring me, as well?

  Voljidaar motioned fer me to rise, and come toward them. I only hesitated momentarily recalling me own state of nakedness. Yet, me pull to the cailín and her raw flesh ‘twas more powerful than any trepidations had I fer me own flagrant nudity. I arose and ambled toward them, me eyes never parting from the girl, from her body. ‘Tis quite pleased he be with me most willing compliance.

  A mixture of emotions had I. Briefly I wondered why ‘twas he would offer to me this nude girl as a present.

  Must he realise me innermost fantasies?

  When I reached them, Voljidaar murmured with an approving tone, “Good girl, Aislinn. Just allow your instincts guide you.”

  I wondered briefly what he meant, but disregarded him quickly, more interested in gazing at her, reveling in what it be making me feel inside.

  Me lust intensified significantly, yet still I noticed another, a completely unfamiliar desire tensing through me being. Something else propelling me forward, yet what it be I could not comprehend. I had not the words to define it, it be so foreign to me; though, I surely did feel the darkness of it. Though, the darkness, in that moment, be enchanting me.

  Then standing directly in front of the girl, I peered into her eyes, and seeing nothing but invitation, I leaned in and brought me lips to hers. The feeling of our fullness pressed together be most rousing. Her lips she moved persuasively against the softness of mine, parting hers slightly so that I could feel her breath against them. Me lips I parted in accordance with hers, and I felt her hot tongue extending into me mouth. Me tongue I reached forth to entwine with hers, relishing the taste of her, amazed at how our tongues seemed to be in direct connection to the aching of me flesh below.

  As we kissed, I began to glide me hands over her. Into me mouth, she sighed sweetly in acceptance. First, over her sleek flaxen hair, her divine face, then the smooth skin of her neck, down to her high, supple breasts. I remarked at their roundness, how they felt in me hands.

  Oh how long I have desired to feel the breasts of another cailín in me hands!

  Me fingers circled her nipples. She breathed in sharply fer a moment, then I felt her relax into me touch.

  I felt me desires soar to remote pinnacles as me other hand instinctively slid down her flat stomach and down lower to a mound of golden fluff. Me fingers twirled through its softness fer a few moments before descending further to explore the warm, hidden area between the girl’s thighs. I marveled at the soft mound of malleable flesh sheltered with velvet.

  Allowing me finger to probe the slit, I discovered within yet another fold of flesh. Engrossed, I wriggled me finger in more to find it slick and warm with her wetness. Her eyes rolled back as she moaned deeply, pressing against me finger, hungrily drawing it deeper into her.

  Me eyes flared, me body began pulsing strongly as me blood rushed through it, heating in me veins. As though me own parallel spot be on fire, hot wetness flowed from within moistening me thighs. I began impelling me fingers back and forth in her, her wetness saturating them until it be dripping down me palm, her panting becoming faster and deeper. Me own insides ached with increasing intensity.

  Our mouths still upon each other, yet otherwise disengaged, she panted heavily into it. Her moaning became more urgent, arising from lower in her throat, as she began trembling all over. Then swiftly her body began convulsing, her flesh gripping me fingers with rhythmic intensity as her cries bellowed out.

  Instinctively, I lowered me mouth to kiss her breast, and suckle upon her tight nipple. With that I suddenly become voracious. Impulsively, as though driven by some dynamic extraneous force, I pierced into her nipple with me teeth, and momentarily I felt her warm blood trickling out into me mouth. I heard her moan, distinguishing that she indeed enjoyed it.

  The taste be nothing as ever I have savoured before, inspiring a new driving force in me, the only thing I could think of to acquire all I could, so intoxicated I be! That triggered a reaction within which I had not an inkling of control over. Lustily I raised me head to gaze upon the curve of the girl’s beckoning neck and sank me teeth into her pulsating jugular vein.

  The girl’s moans infiltrated me ear— though as with me not long before— in ecstasy, rather than agony. Euphoria rushed its way through me as I sucked the life essence from her, the humming in me restoring to a powerful buzzing once more. Me one hand still squeezed the supple warmth of her breast as sensuously she moved with me, obviously entranced in her own carnal pleasure, entirely undaunted that she be surrendering her life to me.

  All too soon, the flow of her blood did come to an end, the lifeless young beauty falling limply to the floor, and I be left immensely frustrated by this newfound insatiable desire.

  I glowered at Voljidaar, communicating me frustration. A sympathetic, yet reassuring grin spread across his face.

  Just then, the enticing chambermaid entered the room to enquire whether she could be of further service.

  Without a moment’s thought, I crouched and sprang, pouncing upon her, forcing her head back and dove in fer her throat with me teeth. The lush heat of the woman’s blood poured down me own throat, her cleavage rising and falling sharply with her strained breaths.

  The tempting sight of that be enough to instigate me to rip open the bodice of her gown and finally expose the breasts she had enticed me with earlier. Me hand grasped fer one of her breasts. It be much more developed than that of me young victim a moment past. I reveled in the fullness of it, pressing me own breasts against hers as I continued to suckle her blood.

  Within seconds, at last I reaped me ultimate reward, exploding into the most intense orgásam imaginable. I lie sprawled out over me sobbing second victim, her life still dangling by a fragment, as I convulsed endlessly, experiencing a deep ecstasy throughout me body, evolving from me throat as much as ‘twas from the innermost depths of me delicate flesh.

  As I lay there in the aftermath, I felt as though I had been an innocent child, now awakened, christened in blood. Their blood now be gushing in thriving currents through me veins, the buzzing pulsing through me whole body.

  I cannot wait to return to me Donovan, to share this newfound discovery with him, to take him with me to these inconceivable highest of high places. Together we will experience greater pleasures than ever we could have imagined! We will perform together, seducing and drinking the blood of beautiful, young women as a prelude to our lovemaking!

  Chapter Fifteen

  At last I lay there satiated, the euphoria winding down as me seemingly endless orgásam finally calmed to that of a soothing stream. The sensational afterglow rudely disturbed by the harsh face of reality rushing back in. From the floor, I opened me eyes to behold not more than a couple of metres from me vision an obscenely protuberant swell within the trousers of, and looking further up to an iniquitous grin upon the face of, me phantom captor.

  “Would you prefer to save the rest for later, my beloved?” Voljidaar enquired graciously, motioning with his hand to the now insipid woman lying beneath me.

  Confusion and horror came over me as slowly I grasped that which I had just done.

  I rose up enough to look down, confirming that I indeed be laying across the bodies of me victims: the innocent girl, her young naked body impeccably frozen, yet the colour drained from her beautiful face, the life void in her eyes, laid just beside me. The benevolent, lovely woman who brought me food, be clothed, but otherwise the same as the girl, occasionally emitting a hint of breath.

  As one would with a dream, I vaguely recalled the thoughtless moments, being driven by the lust of me bodily instincts and I felt nauseated.

  Horrified. Repulsed at meself.

  It not be real! How could I have done this?!

  Not acknowledging me obvious distress, Voljidaar came toward me and began to
speak, “I have to say, for your first time, Aislinn, most impressed I am with your natural instincts,” he said approvingly, still displaying a nefarious grin.

  With this further confirmation of me horrific deed, me stomach twisted and lurched violently, rapidly gurgling up through me until I be discharging from me mouth the blood I had stolen from them moments before. After a rather long spell of powerful heaving, their once life-giving blood ‘twas swathing much of the majestic chamber. Me head hung in me mortification, and I clenched me eyes shut at the sight of them shrouded in their own blood. The stench of it be pervading all me senses.

  “What a waste!” Voljidaar exclaimed, apparently affronted by me aftermath.

  Seized with me terror and revulsion, I remained there as that, fer I did not know what to do.

  Assuredly this must be a nightmare! Awake, I must! Awake, Aislinn! Do not see them again when you open yer eyes! Awake, please! Leave this behind!

  As I deliberated opening me eyes again, I tried to lie to meself, convince meself they would not be there, that I would not be there. But I knew before I opened them, fer the scent of their fresh blood which had invaded me head did persist.

  Knowing I could not bear to witness the vision of that horrific scene again, I decided against it, keeping them shut tight, protecting me frail psyche from the unfathomable reality which I had unexpectedly created.

  “What be this I have done, I have become?” me feeble voice interrogated him.

  When he did not answer, I insisted more distinctly, “Tell me! What be this I have become?” Though, I already knew the answer to the question, in a barely audible whisper, I asked it nonetheless, “Be I vampire?”

  “Indeed . . . Dearg-dul you now are, Aislinn,” Voljidaar confirmed proudly.

  I swallowed hard, tasting only the blood. Me mind tried to grasp the words, their relevance to me.

  How can this be possible? This cannot happen to me! I cannot be this! I must not!

  “I be a . . . Vampire?” I clarified, stunned.

  After struggling with meself, refusing to accept it, I probed him further. “And ‘tis you who have done this to me?” I asked with contrived composure.

  Voljidaar hesitated before responding. “Yes, Aislinn. I have awakened you to your calling.”

  There be his synthetic pomposity again.

  “So, an immortal I be, then?” I asked only fer the sake of morbid curiosity, yet still not accepting it as truth, nor wishing fer it to be.

  “Eiseadh síoraí, you are, as am I,” Voljidaar responded definitely, yet somehow his answer did not feel genuine.

  I looked upon him in continued disbelief.

  “And why is it you have chosen me fer this?”

  “You have been chosen because you are destined for me, Aislinn. Always has it been so,” he illuminated confidently. “I have long waited for you to join, and at last, you are here!”

  “Destined . . . fer you . . . ?” I repeated, not understanding the implication of his words.

  “You will be my céile.” Voljidaar clarified proudly. “We will share our eternities with each other.” A glorious smile erupted across his face that would have been enchanting were I not so infuriated.

  I could not help but to laugh.

  Me? He wants me to be his wife? Sightless he must be! Me, but a homely peasant girl, a cailín feirme, and he . . . well, just look at him! He be obviously some kind of eternal vampire royalty or something. And I thought Donovan be out of me league! What in the world could this man possibly want with the likes of me?

  Then the look I shot him turned severe, sharp as a blade.

  Will people ever stop telling me whom to marry?! Already I have chosen with whom I will share eternity, and he . . .

  Oh! Me wedding! Donovan and I were to be married . . . be it today? Or . . . how many days have passed since I last slept in me own bed? Of that, I cannot be certain.

  As if reading me mind, Voljidaar interrupted me frantic thoughts. “You cannot return home, Aislinn,” he stated calmly. “Never can you return to those you once loved. You will be a mortal danger to them. And I perceive you would never forgive yourself should any harm come to them by your hands.”

  No, no, no! That cannot be! Never could I hurt me loved ones, me family, me Donovan!

  “Here with me you are safe. My people are your clann now— as in all actuality they have always been— and soon you will forget your earthly family. They were not your real family besides; they merely served their purpose as a necessary temporary placement . . .”

  A moment it took to grasp what he be saying as the words slowly sank into me head.

  Not me real family? Temporary placement? What are these words he be saying?!

  “Not to fret, sweet Aislinn. I will initiate you with all you need to know for your new existence,” Voljidaar said smoothly as he reached fer me, pulling me to him and slithering his strong arms about me waist. “It is all quite simplistic, really.”

  His touch tingled through me, to me bones, causing me to tremor.

  His hands are warm, excessively so, yet the others skin be so cold all over. Why the difference?

  Repulsed by him, by everything which had occurred thus far, I attempted to wriggle out from his hold, but I could not.

  “Let go of me!” I commanded, me eyes propelling daggers at him.

  “Oh, Aislinn, do not be difficult, my child,” Voljidaar continued, with a chuckle, entirely impervious to me kitten-like fierceness. “Now, shh, love, let us have feis now.” His tone was completely blasé as he uttered this outrageous statement.

  Feis! What? Oh me Dia, it be just as I feared, as ‘twas in me dream! He intends on taking me in that way! Though he be trying to charm me into cooperating pleasantly, I know he will not hesitate to take me by force if necessary. What will I do? Too strong he be fer me to oppose.

  “Are you insane?” I screeched. “I will NOT engage in anything of the sort with you!”

  “Yes, yes, I understand it is against your human upbringing to have feis prior to wedlock. However, in our culture, it is quite the opposite. One must stake claim to the female he has chosen swiftly— before another does— at which point, he would lose his right to her. Fortunate for me, your Donovan never was man enough to do what he should have, what you begged him to.” His persistently sustained composure irritated me.

  “Do not speak of me Donovan! You do not know how he loves me! And I wanted to give meself to him because I love him with everything I be! I do not love you, nor do you love me, hence how could I possibly consent to having feis with you?” Vehement I be.

  “Oh so young and naïve you are, sweet child!” Voljidaar gazed at me endearingly. “Feis has nothing to do with love, Aislinn. You cannot know since you have yet to receive it.” His look altered into something dark then, making me uncomfortable, in more ways than I would care to admit.

  “Trust me, the body does not require love to delight in receiving the ethereal gifts of carnal pleasure.”

  I stared into his watery blue eyes and found meself squirming again at the thought, detesting the interference of me determined mind.

  Me mind set out to wander over the latter part of me past dream, reminiscing upon the all-consuming pleasure, the feeling of me insides being totally occupied; something I recall with the sharpest of clarity in me head, though have yet to experience the sensation bodily.

  Oh, how I do yearn to feel that! I know it will be as nothing else in this world! I felt me insides clench in response.

  The betrayal of me mind apparently be easily detected in me body, doing naught to discourage his assertions. “I can see the idea intrigues you, as I hear all the senses in your body intensifying in response. Your heart and pulse are quickening as the blood races through your veins, your skin perspiring, your essences dancing,” Voljidaar speculated confidently, moving his hand down me back as his blue eyes penetrated mine, prevailing over me logic.

  Me mouth I opened in protest, yet the words were lost somewhere be
fore they could emerge, me mind going blank as he abruptly tightened his arms about me, pulling me closer to him, his hot breath in me face. The rigidity of his monstrously enlarged form pressed firmly into the soft flesh near me navel, causing all structured thoughts in me head to disappear, and were swiftly supplanted with uninvited lascivious thoughts.

  No, no, I cannot allow meself think about it . . . how incredibly L-A-R-G-E ‘tis . . . how unearthly it will— could— feel within me . . . how very deep within me it could reach . . . Ahh! Oh! No, no . . .

  As though Voljidaar could read me mind, he was gazing into me eyes and smiling mischievously. Then I felt his hot hands browsing delectably over the skin of me bottom.

  Oh, why must that feel so good?

  Next he grasped both cheeks of me derriere with his large hands and slowly spread them apart. The unexpected cool air upon me exposed flesh revived the unfulfilled ache within me. To make matters worse, his hands shifted around to explore, his fingers creeping provocatively near to me tender flesh. The ache became more acute!

  Now me body be eager to betray me! It be begging to be occupied by something, by anything.

  The urgency of me need tainted every thought in me head.

  “Ahh!” A moan involuntarily escaped me, eliciting yet another devilish grin from him.

  Oh no! I mustn’t encourage him! This must stop before, before . . .

  Mid thought, provoked I be to overlook why it must stop as Voljidaar spun me around briskly, me backside now against his front. Once again he snaked his arm about me slender waist effortlessly and pulled me ever nearer to him. Now I could feel him hard upon me derriere, pressing against the crevice of it, as if in offering.

  Voljidaar’s arm moved up and commenced with caressing me breasts and manipulating me nipples, now swollen with arousal devoid of me own volition. Simultaneously, his other arm came around me lower, his palm brushing me scarlet ensconced mound as his fingers dexterously explored yet another swollen knob of mine, driving me to delirium. Me eyes rolled back into me head as I let out a long, low moan, leaning into him.