Shelia - c.1999
Disclaimers: This is an adult story and intended for adults only. If you
are not an adult, or explicit/graphic descriptions of a sexual nature with
Nick and Nat annoy or offend, please go away as it is not my wish to
inadvertently displease.
Nick and Nat do not belong to me. They belong to Sony/Tristar, and this
bit of dark fantasy is not meant to infringe on any copyrights.
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Natalie blinked sleepily, conscious of the sun blanketing her, and shifted
from her side to her back. The warmth of the sun haloed around her, its
potency seeping into her skin. Dust motes danced in the bright beams and
Natalie smiled, raising her arms above her head, stretching upon the
sun-warmed leather couch, catlike in contentment.
Suddenly she bolted upright. "Ohmygod!," Natalie exclaimed, jumping to her
feet, frantically searching for the remote to the shutters. "Nick!," she
called, squinting through the brightness, "Nick!?"
Her heart beat wildly as she glanced around. A long rectangle of light
streamed from the one open shutter. It pooled on the floor, running
towards the couch, bathing the black leather in its warm rays. Except for
the patch of sunlight pouring in through the window by the fireplace, the
whole loft was in complete darkness.
She opened her mouth to call again but a voice, *his* voice, rough, low and
utterly irresistible beckoned from the darkened kitchen area.
"Natalie."
Natalie turned her head, her breath catching in her throat. He was only
shadow within shadow, a bit of the darkness, jeweled with the glint of
golden amber, that moved.
Watching.
Watching *her*.
A wave of desire swept over her and Natalie shuddered with delighted
terror. She felt her nipples growing taut against the rough lace of her
bra as her body instinctively comprehended the hunger, the lust, in those
watching eyes.
"I wanted to see you," Nick whispered thickly. "I wanted to see you in the
sun."
Her hand went to her throat and Natalie could feel her heartbeat fluttering
against her fingertips. She could feel the sun framing her, a vibrating
cage of energy, almost blindingly bright in its intensity. Her fingers
toyed with the collar of her blouse.
Slowly she worked the top button free. "How much of me?" Natalie asked,
playing with the second button.
"All!" Nick hissed. "All of you!"
Natalie smiled mischievously and turned her back to him. She lifted her
arms, unpinning her sensible bun, and her hair cascaded down in a riot of
sunkissed auburn curls.
Nick edged closer, ever aware of the line of sunlight dividing them. The
warm smell of her growing arousal seemed to permeate the loft and the sound
of her heartbeat, rapid and strong, beckoned to him, causing his fangs to
ache in empathic rhythm. A small growl of helpless want escaped him, as he
watched her skirt pull up. She combed her fingers through her hair,
exposing more of her shapely thighs to his view.
Another inch or so of thigh was exposed when Natalie tugged her blouse free
from the waist of her skirt, and from the movement of her arms Nick could
tell she was freeing the rest of the buttons. She let the silky material
slide off her shoulders a bit.
She looked over her shoulder at him, wetting her lips with the tip of her
tongue causing them the glisten briefly before she asked, "All, Nick?"
A growl was his only response.
A small bubble of laughter escaped Natalie as she turned her head back
forward, letting her blouse fall to her feet. Nick was helplessly drawn
even closer. Even in shadow he could feel the heat of the sun warning him.
Frustrated, he growled again.
Seemingly unconcerned about the growls behind her Natalie unfastened the
waist of her skirt. Her hands accentuated her curves as she slowly pushed
the skirt off her hips. Instead of letting it drop, Natalie continued
pushing the material over her thighs, slowly bending over as she pushed it
past her knees. Bent at the waist she placed one hand on the arm of the
couch, then the other as she let the skirt drop. Stepping out of the
pooled material, she kicked it away.
She glanced over her shoulder again and drew in a sharp breath,
unconsciously holding it as she studied him. Nick was closer to the line
of sunlight, but still safely in shadow. Natalie could tell he was dressed
in the black silk pajamas. His skin was pale, almost seeming to glow,
alabaster against the ebony of the silk. His hair was a wild halo of gold,
matching the glints that seemed to whirl in the amber depths of his eyes.
Nick tilted his head slightly as he studied her. Natalie could see his
tongue dart across his lips, accenting his fangs for a brief moment. He
slowly held out his hand.
"Come to me," Nick whispered.
Nick's words seemed to reverberate through Natalie, his voice caressing,
compelling. Every fiber of her being vibrated, wanting to fly to source of
that irresistible music. Rebelling against the urge to run and throw
herself into his arms Natalie stood, slowly turning to face him. She
smiled, arching an eyebrow.
"Me first?," Nat asked as she fingered the strap of her bra.
"Natalie!," Nick protested.
She took a step closer, her hand trailing down, caressing the curve of her
breast, fingertips playing with the lace. Her other hand mirrored its twin
and she cupped her breasts, lifting them in offering, her thumbs brushing
over the lace entrapped nipples. Natalie bit her lip to keep from moaning
at the sensation.
"Me first?," she repeated.
"Yes!," Nick growled, then hissed with pleasure as he was rewarded with the
sound of Natalie unfastening her bra. She drew it off, tossing it over her
shoulder, lifting her breasts to his hungry gaze. She ran her hands down
to her hips, hooking the edge of her panty, much too slowly for his tastes.
"All!" Nick commanded.
Natalie laughed as she pulled them off, kicking them toward him. They
arced through the air, falling short of the line between twilight and
shadow, but still he reached out. Nick hissed as his fingertips burned,
but he had retrieved his prize.
Nick lifted the Natalie scented material to his face, a growl escaped him
as her unique smell washed through him. As pleasurable to his heightened
senses as that was, there was a better prize almost within reach. He threw
the silken material aside, reaching out again.
"Natalie, come."
She stepped closer, nude, at the edge of the darkness. To his eyes she
seemed to glow with the energy she had absorbed from the sun. He ached to
become one with the fire that seemed to encompass her, permeate her. Closer
still she came, through the twilight separating them, unhesitatingly into
the velvet blackness.
"Me first?," she inquired again, only a step away.
"Yes," he promised, not touching her, and Nick hissed as she pressed
against him, her breasts heavy and warm against his chest. She cupped him
through his silk pajamas bottoms, intensifying the delicious ache in his
cock as she slowly and firmly stroked him. Nick growled in delight,
pushing against her hand.
Natalie grinned. She loved the feel of him in her hand. The thought of his
cool hardness buried inside her caused a quake of need to vibrate through
her and Natalie rubbed her thighs together in unconscious anticipation. He
ran his hands down her back, fingertips tracing over the curve of her
buttocks.
She ceased her ministrations, releasing him and Natalie laughed at his
growl of protest. She grabbed his wandering hands, firmly placing them at
his side. "Be still! You promised! Me first!"
Nick's eyes glittered with his desire, but he complied.
Natalie ran her hands up his arms, relishing the feel of the cool black
silk that seemed to glide over the muscles in the length of his arms, the
curves of his shoulders. She trailed her fingertips down across his chest,
pausing only to unfasten each button they passed on their way down.
Natalie reached up, kissing him softly, the moist heat of her tongue
darting out, tasting him.
Nick held still as possible but he trembled slightly as she continued to
kiss and lick him, first her lips soft at the curve of his jawline as she
pushed the silk from his shoulders, kissing down his neck as the material
slid to the floor. Her hands were at his waist, playing with the waistband
of his pajama bottoms and Nick moaned as she nipped at him before leaving a
trail of warm kisses down his chest, slowly lowering herself to her knees.
She kissed his belly, her tongue exploring his navel briefly before
continuing its downward trek.
Natalie ran her hands down and around, cupping Nick's buttocks, pulling him
towards her even as she rubbed her cheek against his silk clad erection.
He closed his eyes as she pulled the silk bottoms down, letting them pool
at his feet. He bit at his lower lip, suppressing a groan as she cupped
his scrotum with one hand, delicately kneading as she ran the fingertips of
her other hand along the length of his cock before encircling at the base.
Nick moaned as the incredible heat of her mouth encompassed the tip of him,
her tongue exploring, tasting every inch of him as she took him into her
mouth. Her slow downward journey didn't stop until her lips were touching
her hand firmly circled around his cock.
Natalie paused for only a moment before she backed from him, running the
dull edges of her teeth along the length of him, sucking as she firmly
stroked. He wasn't sure how long he could resist the urge to take control
and grab Natalie, throwing her under him. Nick moaned again as she
continued to explore him with her tongue, her lips warm and yielding,
surrounding his manhood as she began to draw him into her mouth again.
Nick's fangs throbbed unbearably, and running his tongue over them only
intensified the longing to sink them into her warm flesh.
Unable to resist any longer, he looked down. The loft reverberated with
Nick's roar of pleasure, and he balled his hands into fists at his side,
eyes glittering, golden with delight, watching as her lovely mouth
stretched around his aching cock.
Natalie ignored his warning growl and continued her enjoyment of him. With
a sharp cry of frustration Nick buried his fingers in her hair, stopping
her, trembling with the effort not to thrust and force himself deeply into
the moist heat of her mouth. Not trusting himself, he pulled her up and to
her feet quickly, suppressing a small moan of want as her heat left him.
He guided her lips to his, relishing their warm fullness. They parted
eagerly as he traced his tongue along the inner curve of her bottom lip. Nick
ran his hands down her back as he continued to kiss her, his tongue tasting
her as his hands eagerly scouted the curves of her body.
Suddenly she was pulled back further into shadow, and Nick turned her,
bringing her flush against him. Natalie gasped with suprised pleasure when
he growled, roughly cupping her breasts, rubbing his arousal against the
sun warmed flesh of her backside. He buried his face in her hair,
breathing in the scent of her.
"Mon amour, mon couer." Nick whispered, his voice husky in her ear. The
sound seemed to echo through her. He trailed one hand down her belly, a
cold fire that left tingles where he traced. Natalie arched against his
hand as it covered her sex and a moan escaped her as he pushed through her
warm folds.
"Responsive beauty," Nick purred, his lips against her warm cheek,
delighted as Natalie trembled, then gasped as he lightly teased her
clitoris with a fingertip. She lifted up on her toes as he pushed himself
between her legs, the trembling of her warm thighs caressing his cool
thickness, the head of his cock pressing against, then slowly parting her
labia.
"Nick," she breathed as she leaned her head back against his shoulder. His
hand left her breast for a moment to pull the hair away from her neck,
returning to pinch and pull at her nipple as the fingers of his other hand
continued to stroke softly at the hard nub of her clitoris. Natalie
reached up and back, hooking her arms around his neck for support. Nick's
lips were at her neck, his sharp fangs tantalizing as he suckled at the
warmth. She squirmed against him, moaning as he teased her slowly.
Natalie ached to have him inside her.
"Please, Nick!," Natalie begged, compressing her thighs together, squeezing
him as she pushed herself harder against his teasing hand. His hand left
her breast, trailing down across her belly to rest on her hip. Supporting
her with his arm low across her hip, he lifted her off her toes. Nick
continued to stroke her, growling in delight at her helpless twitches and
moans as he slowly entered her.
Natalie gasped with the possession. She clutched at him, helplessly trying
to anchor herself as she shuddered. Natalie moaned, wriggling, encouraging
him to thrust deeper.
Time slowed dangling on the edge of orgasm. "My love, my heart" he
whispered, his cool lips grazing her skin. "Belle sensuelle... Mine!"
Nick's thrusts became even more powerful as he began to lose control. "Ma
Natalie!" He suckled the pliant flesh, pulling it taut against the
impossibly sharp points.
There was an instant of pain that melded into pleasure, causing Natalie to
gasp with the intensity. The physical and psychic sensations were
overwhelming. She gasped for air, drawn into Nick. The flashes of his
existence, flavored with his emotions, his love for her, rapidly flickering
through her until all was black. Natalie shuddered helplessly, impaled on
his cool thickness, his fangs deep in her neck as he eagerly drank the
crimson fire bursting into his mouth, thrusting through her orgasm,
triggering his own release.
She was dimly aware of the mechanical click of the shutter closing. A
momentary feeling of flight was followed by warm leather against her skin.
Natalie opened her eyes as he lay beside her, his body blessedly cool
against hers. She reached up, brushing away a lock of hair that fell in
front of his eyes.
Capturing her hand, Nick placed a cool kiss on the palm, then placed it
against his chest. A boyish grin twitched at the corners of his mouth as
he cupped her breast.
"Me first?"
~fin
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