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Relief

It was another muggy summer night in Bon Temps, Louisiana. The thick, humid air clung to your skin making it sticky and unbearable. Even without the sun high in the sky the temperature was still suspended in the low to mid nineties. There wasn’t even a breeze to lend any relief.

When it was this hot I could not sleep. The sheet that I normally tucked around my body felt like it was strangling me. I kicked it off in an attempt to make myself more comfortable, but it was useless. Misery was here to stay. Normally the air conditioner would be on full power, but it waited until we were in the middle of a heat wave to fizzle out. I should have bought a stupid fan, I thought to myself. At least then I would be able to sleep.

I let out a noisy breath of air and turned on my side to stare out the window. The undisturbed night carried on outside. The sounds of nature echoed through the darkness, creating a soothing effect in an otherwise intolerable night. I shut my eyes and tried to count sheep. By the time I got to sixteen my mind had wandered upon other things. I thought about Sam, the bar, Jason, friends, and even a certain vampire.

The image of a blond Viking floated behind my tired eyelids. Eric Northman, a thousand year old vampire sheriff of Area Five Louisiana and to whom I shared a blood bond with. I wondered if he was thinking of me as well. I cursed the bond that we shared, but part of me was also at peace with it. Since I have become so entrenched in vampire politics, I have found myself in danger an outrageous number of times. Eric presented a brand of protection that few could offer. He was extraordinarily powerful and authoritative. Most respected him, either born from fear or envy. If I was to share a blood bond with any vampire, I was fortunate it was with him.

Stumbling upon each other a time ago, we had been involved in one another’s lives since. When I had met him, he had terrified me. After becoming familiar with Eric’s tongue-in-cheek personality, – a rare thing for a vampire – it was easier to relax around him. In fact, we understood each other more than most. We occasionally had our outs, but I trusted that if I ever really needed him, he would do everything in his power to make sure I was taken care of. Our relationship was complicated to say the least, but I considered him a friend, a protector, a lover…

Another image of Eric danced dreamily in my vision. He was in my shower naked, hard, and wet. His enormous frame took up most of the space, but I managed to slide in the cramped stall with him. Soapy suds cascaded down the rippling muscles of his chest and abs. Muscles that had come from fighting with broadswords and spears. Muscles I was now running my hands over. I dragged my fingers through the valleys and hills chiseled in his flesh, down around the curve of his hip until I reached the proof of his arousal.

My eyes flew open and I sat up quickly. The springs beneath me squeaked in resentment at the sudden movement. As if it weren’t difficult enough to get to sleep with this unrelenting summer heat, Eric had to invade my thoughts and set my blood to a slow simmer. The hardness of my nipples was telling me I wanted something else besides liberation from the sweltering air. I wiped at the sweat rolling down my forehead. My body was drenched in it, making my nightgown adhere to my skin. I was in hellish agony.

I slid my legs over the side of the mattress and rested my head in my hands. This was beyond ridiculous. I got out of bed and wandered to the kitchen. Perhaps a nice glass of iced tea would cool my insides so I could relax. I opened the refrigerator door. A chilly breeze swept over my feet and legs, making my want to crawl into its cold confines. I glared at a bag of grapes in jealous hatred.

What I wouldn’t give for an air conditioner that worked.

With a glass filled with tea in hand, I slipped out of the quiet house and into the night. It actually seemed to be a tad cooler outside. In the woods surrounding my house, crickets hummed and creatures wailed. I took a big gulp of tea and perched myself on the porch swing. The familiar creak of the old wood soothed me as I leisurely rocked back and forth.

My mind once again landed on Eric. I haven’t seen him in nearly a month and I would admit that I missed him. It had nothing to do with the bond we shared either. He was one of the closest friends I had, and I – for the most part – enjoyed his company if he wasn’t making me snuff out an embezzler or go on a manhunt for a missing vampire.

Suddenly my body began to hum with an odd delirium. The searing heat seemed to be swamping through my veins again, but it felt different than before. More sweat bubbled up from my pores. A flush crawled up from my chest to my cheeks, staining them a bright red. My heart fluttered restlessly in the restrictions of its cage. A thrill electrified my nerves in an awesome, powerful current. This was a feeling that could only mean one thing…

Eric was coming.

I set the now empty glass on the porch floor and slowly rose from the swing. My bare feet padded softly on the white painted boards, nearly tripping in their haste to reach the front steps. The closer he got, the more my body tuned into his. His supreme emotions began fusing with mine, letting me know exactly what Eric was feeling. Right then, a small fraction of me was reveling in the fact they we were so closely bonded.

“Hello, lover,” my midnight visitor called to me from the midst of my driveway, gradually swaggering over to me. He was wearing a simple black tank and jeans, the normal garb for Eric. I had not even seen him arrive. A tremble of excitement tumbled down my spine. It was almost physically impossible to stay at the top of the steps and wait his slow approach. My body screamed for me to go to him, knock him down on that beautiful gravel he had bought me and have my evil way with him.

When he finally reached the bottom of the stairs, my nails were borrowing their way into my hands. I shouldn’t be this excited just seeing someone, but here I was, about to melt into a gelatinous mass of girl goo over this Viking – a very dangerous, very sexy Viking.

“Eric,” I breathed. I could make out the blues of his eyes in the soft glow of moonlight. He radiated a supernatural loveliness that made one feel special to witness. He stared into my eyes, silently communicating why he was here. His fangs were out. He wanted the same thing I wanted.

Relief.

“I could feel you, your desire for me.” He put one boot clad foot on the bottom step. I cautiously watched every movement he made, afraid to let him out of my sight. Afraid he would disappear into thin air.

“You could?” I forced myself to rasp out, saying the first thing that came to mind. I knew damn well he could feel it, just as I could feel his “growing” need for me.

“Of course, lover.” He climbed another step. I was trying to swallow to sooth my bone dry throat. His purposeful slowness was exquisite torture. I couldn’t take it any longer. I unclenched my fists, gripped the front of his black top, and pulled him to me before he could make it up the rest of the steps. He came rather willingly because there was no way I contained enough strength to force the blond vampire to do anything.

I met his cold familiar lips with new passion. His hands wrapped around my arms, his cool touch searing into my overheated skin. God help me, but I wanted him. I opened to him, allowing him to sweep the inside of my mouth with his tongue. Oddly enough he tasted like a cool drink of water. When Eric withdrew from my mouth, I decided to journey into his. I ran my tongue over the sharp points of his fangs. He nipped at the tip of the slick muscle exploring him. A metallic tang rolled over my taste buds. Eric sighed then sucked on my tongue, sipping at the blood he spilled.

He dominated me, slipping his hands down my arms then latching onto my hips and effortlessly picking me up. Like tendrils on a vine looking for supports, I wrapped my legs around his waist as he finished walking up the rest of the steps. My back met the wood of my front door and my hands fumbled around looking for the handle. Eric wasn’t wasting time though. He slithered his right hand under my pink nightie, found my panties and ripped them to shreds. One of his masterful fingers trailed the outside of my sex. I bucked my hips in hopes that he would sink those fingers into me. It was like I was converted into some kind of barbaric woman that wanted him to pillage me like the former Viking he used to be.

Electricity zigzagged through my body, lighting a fire under my skin. I was so unbelievably hot. The friction created by the sexual tension between Eric and I ignited and it felt like I was being burned alive. The sagacious digits were working their way inside of my heated flesh, his thumb brushing against the overly sensitive cluster of nerves above my opening.

I tore my mouth from his and screamed into an otherwise quiet night. “Eric,” I moaned, my vocabulary stunting to that of a one year old. My brain was overheating and frying up all my brain cells like fatback bacon. It was a problem trying to focus on anything, but getting him inside of me.

“Tell me what you want,” Eric whispered softly in my ear. I hated that he didn’t sound as frustrated or out of breath as I was, hated that he seemed so calm when I was busting out of my seams.

“P-please.” I wanted him inside of me more than anything in the world right at that moment, but I was having trouble forming multisyllabic words to say as much.

“Oh, I’m going to please, just as soon as you tell me what you want,” Eric replied, laughter flashing in his eyes. He looked down at me with his fangs peeking over his bottom lip. It was a grin full of the arrogant assurance of a man that knew how to get exactly what he aimed for. The fingers tangoing over the hot flesh around my opening dipped inside, exploring the feverish cavern. He didn’t go deeper than his fingertips to my disappointment.

My hands had abandoned the task of trying to find the doorknob. I wound my arms around his massive set of shoulders, gripping and pulling at his back. I pushed myself into his hand, wanting him to slide further into me. Eric finally obliged me and drove two of his fingers in as deep as they could go. His thumb continued stroking my clit, teasing the nub and sending me reeling. He stoked the flames blazing under the surface of my skin with his erotic touches.

Eric’s tepid lips once again tangled with mine. His cool skin rubbed against me and I sighed into his mouth. The tension coiling in the pit of my stomach was becoming too much to bear. I could feel my orgasm build, like a chained beast pacing the inside of a cage, waiting to be freed. I pushed harder into my vampire, seeking a release that was nearly in my grasp. Eric slid his mouth from mine and nibbled along my jaw line to the vibrating pulse fluttering manically in my neck. His tongue bathed the juncture at my shoulder. I could feel the sharp fangs scraping there as well. A third finger entered me and Eric quickened his thrusts.

“Oh,” I managed to pipe out in between moans. “Bite,” I whispered, knowing that’s what Eric wanted. Immediately his fangs sank into my neck, finding the red liquid gold he so craved. I threw my head back, bumping it against the wood of the door. A harsh cry escaped my throat as incredible pleasure swept through me. It felt like I was being pulled in every direction. The world spiraled out of control, turning everything topsy-turvy. The threads of tension frayed and snapped.

The beast was unleashed.

I somehow lost a few seconds in time. Eric was now licking at the wound on my neck, coating it with the coagulant in his saliva. I was still disoriented from the finger fuck that he had just given me. My efforts of getting cool earlier were futile. I was covered in sweat again; my body felt like it was turning to molten lava. “Eric, too hot,” I told him.

“Then I shall have to cool you down, lover,” Eric murmured, pulling away from the spot on my neck that he was just nuzzling. He looked down at me with a lascivious smirk that promised wicked things were coming my way.

Before I could screw my head back on, Eric had me in the house and in my shower, setting me down on the ceramic floor of the tub. I swayed a bit before reaching out and grabbing the wall to keep from falling. My knees currently had the structural strength of Jell-o. The vampire then grabbed the bottom of my nightgown and pulled it over my head. I had to leave go of the support of the wall so he could disrobe me. I would have fallen if he had not steadied me. Eric made quick work of his cloths, turned the water on to a cooler setting, and joined me under the chilly spray.

The magma surging in my veins began to cool and my dizzy head stopped spinning. Eric gathered me into his long arms and settled his mouth over mine. He applied soft nips to my lips, kissing me more tenderly and sweeter than he had before. His hands slid down my back to cup my firm bottom. He gently massaged my ass, kneading the soft flesh while pushing me closer to him. His erection slithered over my slippery belly, getting trapped between our bodies. Like in my dream I rested my hands on his chest and ran them over his hard, wet muscles, past his hip and to his massive erection. I wrapped my fingers around it and idly moved my hand up and down him.

Eric broke the kiss, a deep growl emanated from somewhere inside him. I lowered myself to the bottom of the tub so that I was on my knees in front of him. With a deliberate slowness, I placed a tiny kiss on the tip of his cock. He looked down at me with unmistakable savagery. His mouth was ajar, fangs bared. Water cascaded down his face and dripped off of their tips. I grinned shrewdly at him before licking away the droplets of water coating his penis. I dragged my tongue up and down his entire length, but more water would replace what I had just cleared away. Delight tickled me as a shiver shook Eric’s large structure.

I had never done anything like this before, so I tried to do what came naturally. My heart thundered in my chest at my newfound boldness. But then again, Eric had always brought out a more unhindered version of me.

My lips curled around the massive head and I began to apply a soft suction. Eric’s cock was so large that I couldn’t possibly fit it all into my mouth so I continued to slide the hand holding him up and down the rest of his length. Eric threaded his long fingers in my hair pulling the blond strands a little and jerking his hips, trying to bury more of his erection in my throat. Eric’s grunts and moans grew louder and I knew he was close. I wanted to give him the same satisfaction that he had given me against the front door. I sucked harder and used my tongue to swirl around the tip, running it over the slit.

The hands in my hair twisted painfully. Eric thrust forward with enough force that he hit the back of my throat. He said something that I couldn’t begin to comprehend. Then a cool, thick liquid splashed the inside of my cheeks. The residue left an unfamiliar taste in my mouth. It was definitely not blood, but something else entirely. I swallowed some of the spent fluid, but I let most of it run out of my mouth to be washed away down the drain.

Eric didn’t even give either of us a chance to recover. With his vampiric speed he had us in opposite positions. My back was against the cold ceramic tile of the wall. He was now on his knees with both of my legs thrown over his shoulders and his head was turned to the side to nestle the inside of my thigh. I placed my hand on the back of his head as he trailed little kisses up to the juncture of my legs.

“Look at me, Sookie,” he demanded. I looked down into his stormy blue eyes. “Don’t take your eyes off me while I eat you.”

I watched as he slowly leaned in close enough so his lips brushed over my pussy. The slight touch had me clamping my teeth over my bottom lip in anticipation. Then I felt his tongue dip inside the crevice, flicking over my clit. It was hard to keep focus after that, but I tried my best to watch every movement that Eric made. Soft whimpers fled from my mouth encouraging him to continue his oral stimulation. Just like everything else he did, Eric was a master at cunnilingus.

His lips closed over the highly sensitive nub and sucked. My hands were in his hair and it was hard not to tug it out of the roots. Loud, guttural moans worked their way out of my mouth from the pit of my stomach. Electricity sparked and crackled between each and every one of my nerve endings. Eric continued to lap at my core, pushing his tongue as deep inside of me as it would go. I couldn’t hold out any longer. “Ooh, Eric!” I called to him, squeezing my eyes shut. “I can’t…I-I’m coming.” The walls of my vagina clamped around his invading muscle. I tried to pull his head away from me, but he was having none of that. He kept his face buried in my cunt, licking and biting while I rode out this mind-blowing climax. It was so intense that I could barely feel the sinking of his teeth into my inner thigh.

While I floated back to the here and now, I was trying to get my shallow panting under control. When I could almost breathe normally again, I opened my eyes and looked down the valley between my breasts. The two little puncture wounds were sluggishly trickling blood that curved through the tiny rivers of water running over my skin. Eric wasn’t licking his bite closed like I expected. He was looking up at me, the devil dancing in his eyes and perniciously playing at the corners of his mouth.

Uh oh, I thought. That look meant Eric was up to something and it wasn’t anything good. He released my legs and let me stand up on my own.

“I told you not to take your eyes from me,” he said. There was a hint of threat underneath that deep voice of pure sensuality. “That’s twice you ignored what I asked of you.”

“Well, it’s kind of difficult to oblige you when I can’t even form words or coherent thoughts,” I retorted, slightly annoyed.

“Tisk, tisk, Sookie. You know I won’t let this disobedience stand.”

“Huh? I didn’t disobey you.”

“I told you to tell me what you wanted, you remained silent. I asked you to keep your eyes trained on mine while I was pleasuring you and you closed them. Come, lover, let’s play,” Eric said balefully, turning the water off. He then grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the tub. He led me to my rumpled bed then sat down. I was about to yell at him for getting my bed all wet when he yanked at my arm. I fell, sprawling stomach down across his lap. Both my arms were wrenched behind my back and held within the viselike grip of his left hand.

“Eric,” I whispered apprehensively, “what are you doing?”

“Quiet!” he hissed. I knew what was coming before I even felt it. Eric’s large hand came down to smack me on my ass. “Maybe this will teach you some obedience.” There were two more slaps delivered to my bottom.

“Eric!” I screeched, twisting in his strong hold. It hurt like a bitch. I tried to worm my way out of his grasp, but it was impossible. He was an immovable object.

“I said quiet!” Another crack had both my cheeks stinging and then another. “I should have done this a long time ago.” He delivered one more slap to my ass then began to gently caress each sore cheek. I was sure it was glowing red at this point. My face was hot with humiliation at being paddled like a child. What was even more mortifying was that it was turning me on. “Are you going to do what I ask of you from now on?”

“This isn’t funny anymore!” I wailed.

Whack!

“Okay!” I yelled. “I’ll do what you ask.”

“Good,” the vampire said, then continued kneading the tingling flesh. His fingers slid along my crack until they reached my wet entrance. “It seems you enjoyed your little punishment.” If the poking in my belly was any indication, it seemed Eric had enjoyed it too. His digits began teasing me into absolute arousal all over again. One of his fingers pushed against my clit and began moving in a slow circular motion. I moaned in delight as a hunger swept over me. I spread my thighs just a little wider to give him access. Where I was getting the energy to keep up with Eric, I hadn’t a clue, but apparently my appetite for Viking was insatiable.

“Now tell me what you want?”

“I-I want you to…oh… make me feel good.” He was still fondling me, making it difficult for me to get the words out.

“And how do you think I should do that?”

“Make love to me?”

“Oh, sweet Sookie, that’s too nice of terms for what you want me to do. Now tell me again.”

I bit my lip knowing he wanted to tell him in the crudest way possible. I knew he wouldn’t do anything unless I begged for it. “Fuck me,” I whispered.

“What? I cannot hear you.” If he didn’t have my hands bound behind my back, I would have punched him. With the supernatural hearing vampires had, I knew he heard every syllable.

“Fuck me!” I ground out through gritted teeth. This time I all but screamed it. I could hear Eric chuckle, knowing that classic bad boy smirk was pasted on his face again. His left hand loosened its tight grip and he pulled his other hand away from my groin area.

His cold arms circled around my belly and tossed me on my squeaky mattress. Before I could roll over on my back to see what Eric was doing, he grabbed me by my ankle and flipped me over. He then pulled me toward him so that he was standing between my spread legs. He lifted my leg into the air until my hips came up off the bed. With his other hand he grabbed behind my knee and stretched my thighs even wider apart. I felt the tip of his enormous cock press against my well lubricated hole. I was so exhilarated that I began shaking in anticipation for the ecstasy that was to come.

“Watch me fuck you,” Eric commanded. My wide orbs immediately complied, looking up into his intense gaze. With painstaking slowness, he slid into me. I arched my back, moaning as he entered only halfway. He suddenly pulled out then thrust his hips forward, plunging all the way inside. I nearly levitated off of the bed with that single movement. My mouth opened in a silent scream. A million different colors exploded behind my eyes. It was like I had just gotten impaled by a Mack truck. I pushed my hips up to meet his, knowing my movements were a bit awkward, but I fell into the rhythm easily enough.

Eric shifted so that he could come down on top of me. I wrapped my legs around his waist when he released them. He continued to pound roughly into me. My hands gripped the coverings on my bed and I moaned loudly as he drove deeper and harder. I felt his lips brush against my nipple before sucking the tip of my breast into his mouth. His tongue licked and soothed while his teeth teased the tender area. He then switched to the other side, giving it the same amount of attention.

I could feel the pressure begin to build in my lower abdomen. My muscles tightened and I was just on the throes of another orgasm when Eric completely withdrew from me. I cried out in frustration, reaching out to pull him back to me, but he rolled us over, lifted me then slammed me down on his stiff phallus. I began to ride him like I was the grand prize winner at the rodeo. Sweat covered my skin in a thin sheen, mixing with the moisture still on my skin from the shower. I was quickly becoming exhausted, but the search for my release kept me going.

Eric slipped his hands from my hips and up to my breasts, massaging the soft mounds. I couldn’t hold out much longer. There was just too much tension building up. I looked down at Eric and he was watching me intently. There was nothing in his eyes but a carnality that was frightening, yet captivating. I leaned down and kissed him, mixing it with as much passion I could. I was unraveling from the inside out and was soon trembling. I broke off the kiss to moan, but Eric recaptured my lips swallowing the sounds that fled my throat. I could hardly breathe when we finally broke apart. I rested my head on his chest, trying not to faint from fatigue and lack of oxygen.

“Take my blood,” Eric snarled in my ear.

I didn’t need to be told twice. I licked a small spot on his chest between his pecks and then bit into his skin. I could hear a low rumble come from within his chest and suddenly my mouth filled with the sweet taste of vampiric blood. I swallowed the few mouthfuls that bled onto my tongue. He roared then sank his fangs into me for a third time that night, seizing my hips to hold me down so he could imbed himself deep inside of me. The walls of my sex clamped down around him tugging and pulling at the thick cock inside of me. I released the skin I was biting into and cried out. Eric tensed and I could feel the rush of cold fluid against my insides. One of his hands rested on the side of my head. I lifted my neck slightly and Eric’s bloody lips settled on mine which were just as bloodstained as his. Our blood mixed with our twirling tongues and the essence of Eric and I was combined. When we broke away from one another, the Viking set to the task of cleaning me off. The feeding had been a messy one and my chin and throat were covered in the sticky red substance. When he was finished I settled on his healed chest, my eyes sagging with fatigue.

I don’t know how long I drifted off for, but Eric was still with me when I got up. His long fingers were tracing little patterns between my shoulder blades. I turned my head to meet his gaze and he smiled down at me. “I have to leave soon.” He leaned in and brushed his lips over mine before pulling away.

“How much time do you have left?”

“Just enough to snuggle for a bit,” He answered, stroking a hand over my hair.

I shifted so that I could put one of my legs over his and nuzzle the crook of his neck. I wrapped my arms around him and held on tight like he was a six foot tall teddy bear. Tranquility settled around me like a fine blanket and sleep claimed me once again.

Tiny kisses and nibbles cleared the hazy shade of sleep from my brain. My lids fluttered open and I looked up into the boyish face of Eric. His blue eyes were intent on mine, his lips twisted up in a lopsided grin. I leaned up and gave him a chaste kiss.

“I must leave,” he murmured quietly.

I gave him a sad smile and nodded my head. “I know.” It was the down side to having a relationship with a vampire; they always had to leave before dawn.

After disentangling our bodies, Eric rolled out of bed and retrieved his clothing. I followed suit, retrieving my robe and wrapping myself up in cool silk. Once dressed, we walked in a comfortable silence out to the front of my house. A smile played at my lips and I couldn’t seem to get rid of it. I actually felt better than I had in a while. I guess I had Eric to thank for that.

“I wish you didn’t have to leave,” I murmured, once we were standing in my front yard. I noticed that it had cooled down quite considerably. Maybe this heat wave was finally going to break.

Eric turned toward me with the ghost of a smile haunting the corners of his lips. “I’ll be back soon.”

My heart fluttered at the thought. “I’ll be looking forward to it.” I leaned up and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

“Goodnight, rest well; you’re going to need it, lover,” he said, making my stomach twist with longing and my heart skip a beat. He took a few steps away from me then took off into the night air. It was a glorious scene to watch Eric fly. I watched until he winked out in the darkness before heading back to the house. I fetched the empty glass I left by the porch swing then found my torn underwear. I looked at the scraps of fabric in my hand and shook my head. These should really start coming with a warning, I thought. Panties were definitely not safe whenever a horny vampire is around, especially a horny, thousand year old vampire Viking.

Chuckling to myself, I put the glass in the sink and tossed the panties away. I returned to my bedroom, doffing the rode and slipped under the covers. I didn’t even care that the sheets were still a bit damp. I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.
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