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The Virtue Of Sin	By : camp30 Category: S through Z > Southern Vampire Views: 9864 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not have any right to the Southern Vampire novels, nor doI do not have any right to the character created by Charliane Harris and I make absloutly no money from this fiction

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Ten minutes later the door opened and she was flung in. She was in a long cotton nightgown with a high neck trimmed in lace. It belled around her in a fetching way.
Eric had his back to her when she entered and didn’t turn when the door closed. “Sit down.”
His voice had a strange quality that she hadn’t yet heard. She meekly sat in the chair next to him, tucking her legs under her to warm her bare feet.
A heady floral scent filled the air along with purple smoke. His profile was hard and perfect without a trace of humanity; he could have been a statue. He hit a pipe shaped like a coiled dragon made of ivory and blew the smoke out slowly and languorously.
Finally he turned heavy lidded eyes to her and she almost gasped because his eyes were burning with blue fire. His gaze ate her face and her tiny body lost in the white nightgown.
Eric’s hand went to the hem “My mother wore this on Tuesdays for a year before her death,” his voice was soft with an odd inflection.
Sookie went still like a doe trapped in the glow of a lantern “I’m sorry,” she said lamely not knowing what else to say.
His face twisted into a sneer “What for? You didn’t know her,” he snarled.
She flinched and the gold in between the green in her eyes seemed to flicker and fade slightly.
He picked up the pipe again taking a large toke “Have you ever had opium Countess?”
Sookie shook her head and more curls escaped her simple braid, he glanced over with his hand extended “I couldn’t possibly,” she protested.
Eric’s unnaturally bright eyes nailed her to the spot “I insist.”
Sookie shivered and got up crouching near the fire to warm herself “Why must you insist? You’re such a bully,” she said with her back to him.
Eric laughed and it was like a frozen stream melting in the air “Yes I am and you are going to hit this, come here.”
She shook her head “No I’m cold.”
He stood grabbed his cloak and tossed it to her. She put it on and sat next to him.
This time instead of merely holding it out to her, he brought it to her lips and lit it with a sliver lighter and the smell of opium and gunpowder mingled in the air. Sookie took a tiny hit, and doubled over coughing.
Her head started swimming and her vision was wavy at the edges “Don’t pass out,” he commanded.
Sookie slid to the floor giggling like a madwoman. Eric’s face loomed above with a decidedly amused look. “It’s gone to your head,” he commented.
There was about him an air of laconic savagery mixed with dark brooding emotion. Sookie even in her daze was frightened of him and against her will fascinated.
Her laughter faded away like the brilliance of fall giving way to bitter winter. She sat before the fire; put her knees up and wrapped her arms about herself.
The fragrant smoke was all around them “What of your mother?” Eric asked abruptly.
Sookie shrugged “She was loving and kind, she fought father when he wanted to send me to the convent, and she came to visit once a month.”
Eric digested that in silence “And the manner of her death?”
She stood and reclaimed her seat beside him “She was murdered.”
His eyes narrowed “Oh?”
He could see her shutting down and he pressed the pipe to her lips and repeated the ritual, she drew it in “Hold it this time.” She did and let it out in a whoosh of air.
Her eyes sparked at him “I know what you’re trying to do.”
Eric arched a brow “I’d be disappointed with your intellect if you didn’t, now tell me.”
Her body felt curiously light as if she were made of air “My father murdered her.” Eric looked interested and not horrified which disgusted her and she knew that he would press for details.
“Go on.”
Sookie sighed and seemed to grow smaller under the massive cloak. The window was open and she rose to close it. That done she simply stood there looking out on the vast grounds and with her back to him she told the grisly tale.
“He waited until I was back at the convent so I wouldn’t see it happen,” she paused and went on in a dead voice “She’d been having an affair with my brother.”
Eric was almost shocked “Incest?”
Sookie shook her head “No he was a bastard son of my father’s,” she put her brow against the cool glass and continued “He’d suspected for weeks and then one night he came home from his club and found them in bed together, he snapped and only shot her, he said he couldn’t bear to kill his only son.”
Sookie fell against the window, trembiling. He led her back before the fire.
They were quiet for a long time and finally Eric stood and rolled onto the bed and lay on his side with his head propped in his hand. Eric was getting uncomfortable with the conversation “This drug has addled my brain, I don’t care about your past,” Eric said in a cold bored tone while he lied.
He wanted to hurt her then, the darkness in him demanded it “So your mother was a whore, and now you’re my whore.” he continued blandly as sat up.
Sookie finally looked at him and her eyes were spider webbed with pain “Yes, my Lord it would seem so,” she whispered.
“Come to me whore,” he said harshly. His heart was beating thunderously, his body tense.
She stood and in the fire light her body was silhouetted, her head bowed. She made no move to come closer. “Now,” he ordered.
When she lifted her head two tears were trailing down her cheeks and her full mouth was parted “Please don’t,” she pleaded softly. Eric felt himself grow hard at the combination of her pleading and beauty. “Begging will do you no good, say that you are mine and that your cunt belongs to me,” he snapped.
She fell to the floor her little body collapsing “No I won’t say it!”
Eric swung off the bed and crouched before her “I will ruin him Sookie, I will burn his little castle to the ground and stamp out your family’s honor and name,” his voice was low and hard.
His hands went punishingly to her shoulders and he crushed them “Say it!”
Sookie trembled in his grasp “Let me go,” she cried.
Eric smacked her and her head tipped to the side “I won’t tell you again.”
She cast her head down and with her eyes on floor she said the hated words “Fine you monster! I am yours and my cunt belongs to you,” she moaned out.
Eric smiled grimly with a killing light in his eyes “Indeed you are and it does,” he murmured.
He put his hand to her chest and pushed her back to the floor. Then shoved her nightgown up and drove three fingers in her tight slit. She screamed and he choked her into silence. Moments later he pulled his damp fingers out and placed them between her parted lips “Taste yourself,” he said softly.
Her head canted to and fro to escape his prying, Eric slipped between her little teeth and felt her unwilling tongue “Lick them,” he ordered huskily. She moaned and bit his fingers and Eric cuffed her lightly “Don’t do that again,” he warned.
Finally she licked them; her cheeks burning with shame. He crushed her body to the floor until she thought her ribs would crack “Give yourself to me little one,” he said hoarsely.
She shook her head making her enchanting hair shimmer in the fire lit “Never,” she swore.
Eric’s face always so remote heated with his rage “Then I will just take you.”
Her whole body was shaking with sobs and Eric had to resist duel urges to rape her or cuddle her until her tears stopped. There was a long moment when he simply stared down at her; it was the kind of moment that happens before a man commits a mortal sin one too many times, a choice of possible salvation or everlasting damnation.
The flames of Hell opened before him as he wrenched her from the floor and threw her to the bed. He ripped the nightgown off her with a sickening pang in his chest.
Eric pushed it away and tore her legs open “I am going to fuck you until dawn Countess,” he informed her in a rough voice.
She screamed and he covered her mouth with his. Deeply he probed and she fought him wildly, this time there was no response and he could feel hate coming off her in waves. The opium was still fogging his mind giving an unearthly glow to her.
Sookie could only stand back from her body and watch. She was a prisoner, a vessel trapped in a storm as he broke her with his waves of rage. “Eric please don’t do this!” she cried.
He only grew harder when she begged and there was no stopping his decent into evil. His big hands wrapped around her slender throat with the fingers overlapping. Suddenly his hands left and traveled to between her thighs, his fingertips began to awaken her. They moved in slow circles in an alien place; she fought her growing need for something she couldn’t name.
Eric put one fingertip inside her opening and felt her wetness and thrust inside her. She moaned and her legs of their own accord fell wider apart and it was different this time, it was far from pleasurable but at least it didn’t feel as if she would be ripped in two.
He gazed down at her enjoying the landscape of her face; with its high cheekbones, delicate nose and the underlining strength of her jaw line that kept her face from being weak. Those lips of hers almost too full too lush for the smallness of her features parted, she moaned and he drove into her with an abandon that he’d never once felt before.
Eric’s hands curved down her narrow waist and he tightened them feeling her hipbones and fragile ribcage. He had dreamed of a girl this dainty, only his mistress Madeline had come close to this doll like appearance.
Sookie bucked below him and her eyes snapped open and he was taken aback by the hate and desire that warred in her eyes. Finally the hate won, he felt the change as her body went from pliant to rigid below him. She was determined to refuse him to the bitter end.
He scowled and covered her face with his hand blocking out the sight of her eyes so filled with loathing. She’d been opening to him and he hated her for shutting down. Any gentleness vanished in his movements, they became harsh and forbidding as he pinned her to his bed.
She was still wet though he noted with grim satisfaction as he wrapped her unwilling legs around his waist and stood; leaning against one of the bed posts. He was deep inside her, and the length and width of him filled her entirely. Sookie struggled in his vicious hold and he held her to him with one hand while the other wrenched her head to his, kissing her brutally with an edge of desperation.
She bit his lips and squirmed which only heightened his cruel pleasure as he stepped from the post and laid her on his tiger skin rug. A profound sense of ownership gripped him as he pushed her face to the side, grinding into her.
Sookie screamed as she was impaled and Eric’s hand clamped over her mouth “Fine fight me,” he grated in her ear as he took her. Her body as if it were divorced from her mind and soul quickened, the secret place between her legs was dripping wet.
She detested him to the core of her being, had never in fact hated anyone more than him and even though she fought him and screamed no behind his palm, her body arched to meet his plunging movements.
Eric leaned down and licked the column of her throat and her nails raked into his broad back. He groaned and beside them the flames seemed to mimic their movements alternately flaring and flickering in time with their bodies. It was he realized the most primal sex he’d ever had.
She felt utterly degraded, used and limp as he pounded into her. Time stood still as he took his savage pleasure. There was no use in fighting him he outweighed her many times over and his body was colossal. Her small form was lost under his, nearly crushed by his bruising weight. The most wretched part of it was she no longer wanted to fight him, it felt sinful and tainted like a delicious poisoned feast.
Finally something strange started to grow in her stomach an aching crescendo; the sensation burst like a swelled river breaking a damn. She shivered shuddered and screamed.
Eric realized after a second that she’d climaxed and his smiled down at her with boyish pleasure as he sped up, driving into her madly until he shot his seed deep inside her.
It was the first time in his long sexual history that he had forgotten to pull out and     he lost himself in the forbidden sensation.
Eric rolled off her and sat up, his body lightly coated with sweat. “Fuck me,” he swore under his breath. From a tiny ember inside his mind fury grew. An infant would ruin everything, he’d have to marry her.
Sookie sat up and reached for his cloak covering herself. She was ignorant of his reasons for the dread that had crossed his face and her hand went to his arm instinctively “Eric?”
He turned and gave her such a look of hate that she flinched back “What?” he snarled.
She shrank back from him as his hands fisted “Please, you’re frightening me,” she cried.
Eric was studying her with a cold speculative light in his eyes as he stood over her “I suppose it was your intention to make me lose control of myself and impregnate you,” he grated with his hands clenching and unclenching.
“I happen to know that your father is as poor as church mouse compared to me,” he halted and leaned down gripping her throat till she was forced to stand and when their faces were inches apart he continued in an artic way “Were you hoping better your title and get a pampered existence?”
Sookie was shaking like a leaf in his gale “You’re demented and I demand that you unhand me!”
Eric’s face was still the hard planes lit on the edges with the lamp light and his hand tightened upon her neck “You are a woman and all women are whores or sluts and liars and you never do anything without an agenda.”
Sookie slapped him and his head didn’t even move before he was backhanding her. She crumpled to the soft fur of the slain tiger and wept. Eric stared down at her “I suppose only time will tell if I have to kill you,” he said softly.
She looked up her eyes huge “What?”
Eric brought a shirt over his head buttoned his pants and made a drink, he came back stirring it with his finger. His eyes raked over her taking in her body with a distant disdain that she’d never witnessed from him “You heard me Countess,” he sneered, draining his tumbler.
He hurled his empty glass right above her head to the stone mantle. She let out a cry and he was fighting his urge to beat her to death. Eric pulled the cord and waited his eyes on the door. He crossed the room when the knock sounded “Take this thing to her room,” he snapped glaring in her direction.
James came in a curious expression in his eyes. He took her arm and led her away. “Oh and James stand guard outside her door,” he said just before they departed.
Eric stood there staring around him with such rage it was overwhelming, he stalked through the chamber and picked up his dresser and threw it. The bureau was of good quality and had lasted centuries but it still cracked as it hit the wall.
He spent the next ten minutes destroying everything in the room. Finally when all that remained was a chair and the bed he made the first of many drinks and as the wind howled through the shattered windows he fell into a thin haunted sleep.
I will try to have most of the story posted some time today. For all those new to this story, hope you enjoy.
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