Page 25 of The Second Sight (Wanderlust Emporium Presents, Season One)

She complied eagerly, rolling onto her stomach before rising to her hands and knees.

The position presented the elegant curve of her spine, the perfect roundness of her ass.

I moved behind her, guiding her hands to the ornate headboard of my bed, an antique piece carved by Italian masters centuries ago, now serving as an anchor for our pleasure.

“Hold on tight,” I warned before entering her again. This new angle drew a cry of surprise and delight from her lips.

From this position, I could watch her back arch, could see the way her fingers whitened as they gripped the wooden carvings. My vampire senses heightened every aspect of the experience. When she looked back over her shoulder to meet my gaze, I almost lost it.

I leaned forward, pressing my chest against her back, my lips finding the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder. Not to bite, though the temptation was nearly overwhelming, but to taste her skin.

My hands slid around her body, one rising to cup her breast, the other descending between her thighs to find the center of her pleasure.

Her breathing quickened, her inner muscles clenching around me in a way that tested my control. Another roll of thunder sounded outside. The storm was approaching just as our own climaxes built.

“Let me see you,” I said, suddenly needing to watch her face, to witness her pleasure directly.

I withdrew from her body, ignoring her sound of protest as I repositioned us.

I sat back against the pillows, guiding her to straddle my hips.

She sank down onto me with a sigh of satisfaction, her hands bracing against my chest. In this position, we were face to face, eye to eye, the intimacy of the connection as powerful as the physical sensation.

“Perfect,” I breathed, my hands settling on her hips to guide her movements.

She began to ride me, finding her own rhythm, taking control in a way that was both surrendering and commanding.

My hands roamed her body freely, tracing patterns across her skin, memorizing every curve, dimple, and mole.

Her eyes remained locked with mine. Our connection transcended the physical joining of our bodies.

A flash of lightning illuminated the room, casting everything in stark relief for a moment before plunging us back into shadow. The storm outside matched our intensity, building toward its inevitable release just as we built toward ours.

I remembered the old antique mirror that sat adjacent to my bed. “Watch yourself in the mirror.” I instructed, my eyes tracking her reflection. Watching her ride my cock like a professional that had a hundred men's cocks inside her tight little pussy.

Kasi’s gaze fixed on the mirror, fascination blooming in her expression as she watched herself move atop me.

I studied her face, captivated by the parting of her lips, the way her eyes would sometimes close before she forced them open again to continue watching herself ride my cock with reckless abandon.

The room grew darker as the storm clouds completely covered the sky outside. Lightning flashed more frequently now, illuminating us in strobing bursts that made the room feel dreamlike, surreal. Thunder crashed directly overhead, the sound vibrating through the walls of my mansion.

I felt powerful and vulnerable in our connection. Powerful in my immortal strength, in my ability to bring her pleasure. Yet vulnerable in the way she made me feel, in the emotions she stirred that I’d thought long dead. My existence suddenly seemed to orbit around her like planets around a sun.

“Seven,” she gasped, her movements becoming more erratic as she approached another climax.

I gripped her hips tighter, helping her maintain rhythm as her control began to falter. My own release built, a gathering pressure that threatened to overwhelm my carefully maintained discipline. I wanted to let go completely. With Kasi, it felt safe.

The storm reached its peak outside. Rain was now lashing against the windows, thunder crashing overhead without pause. Our bodies moved in sync, as if we had summoned it.

Feeling her body tensing above me, I knew she stood on the precipice of release. “Come with me, Kasi.”

Her eyes met mine, wide and filled with wonder as pleasure overtook her. In that moment, I saw something I hadn’t expected, something that, in my mortal days, I would have called love. It wasn’t something we just proclaimed. Our love was something that was inherent.

As our bodies moved together in perfect rhythm, an ancient hunger rose within me, distinct from but entwined with my sexual desire.

My fangs extended without conscious thought.

The vampire nature I’d controlled for surged forward with unstoppable force.

I pulled back slightly, looking at Kasi’s flushed face, her lips parted in pleasure, her eyes half-closed in ecstasy.

She must have sensed the change in me, felt the predator rising to the surface, for her eyes opened fully, widening at the sight of my extended fangs gleaming in the storm’s lightning flashes.

Instead of fear, I saw curiosity in her gaze.

“May I taste you?” I asked, my voice rough with need.

The question hung between us. I was not asking merely for permission to drink her blood. I was inviting her into the most intimate act vampires could share with another being. Blood-taking during sex transcended physical pleasure, creating a bond that mere words failed to describe.

Kasi hesitated for just a moment, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she considered. Then, with deliberate slowness, she tilted her head to the side, exposing the elegant line of her neck to me.

“Yes,” she whispered.

I continued moving within her, maintaining our physical connection by thrusting into her from underneath.

She leaned forward, and I took her neck into my hand, pulling her to my face.

I paused, inhaling deeply. Her scent was concentrated and pure.

My lips pressed against her skin, feeling the rhythm of her heartbeat.

My love, my Kasi, my fae-bae trusted me. How long had it been since anyone had truly trusted me? Feared me, yes. Respected me, certainly. Obeyed me, always. But trust? That rarest of gifts had not been offered to me in more lifetimes than I could count.

With precision, I pierced her skin, my fangs sinking into the soft flesh of her neck. Her body tensed beneath me, a small gasp of pain escaping her lips. I held perfectly still, allowing her to adjust to the sensation, my entire being focused on not taking too much, too quickly.

Then, the first drop of her blood hit my tongue, and the world fell away.

In four centuries of existence, I had tasted thousands of humans, from peasants to royalty, from the sickly to the most robust specimens of humanity.

None had prepared me for the experience of Kasi’s blood.

It was sweeter and more potent than anything in my long memory.

The Fae essence in her veins sang to me, a melody of ancient African magic that resonated with something equally primordial in my vampire nature.

Images flashed through my mind, glimpses of verdant forests I’d never seen, starlit skies, and the feeling of wind beneath wings I didn’t possess.

Her blood carried memories that weren’t hers alone but belonged to her Fae ancestors, stretching back through generations.

I tasted not just Kasi, but the very essence of her Wolof heritage.

It took every ounce of control I possessed not to drink deeply, not to gorge myself on the ambrosia flowing into my mouth.

Instead, I forced myself to take only small, measured sips.

Even this modest amount affected me more powerfully than a full feeding from an ordinary human would have.

Strength surged through my limbs, my senses sharpened beyond their already supernatural acuity, and my arousal intensified to nearly unbearable levels.

Kasi’s reaction was equally profound. Where humans typically experienced a narcotic-like pleasure from vampire feeding.

Her half-Fae physiology amplified the response.

Her body bucked beneath mine, a cry of surprised pleasure escaping her lips.

Her inner muscles clenched around me in rhythmic pulses that had nothing to do with conscious control.

“Seven,” she gasped. “It feels... I can feel you. Inside my mind.”

The blood connection had opened a pathway between us, allowing her to sense my emotions, perhaps even glimpse my thoughts.

Another unexpected consequence of her dual nature.

I should have been alarmed at this invasion of my carefully guarded privacy.

Instead, I felt a profound relief to be known, truly known.

I thrust deeper inside her, unable to hold back my climax any longer. The taste of her blood, the clench of her body around mine, the emotional connection blossoming between us, it was too much. Too perfect. Too overwhelming.

With supreme effort, I pulled my mouth away from her neck, not trusting myself to maintain control if I continued drinking during my climax. I licked the small wounds closed. I looked into her eyes as my body tensed on the edge of release.

“You are my one true love,” I confessed, the words torn from somewhere deep inside me as I came with powerful pulses deep within her body. “I will protect you always.”

The declaration surprised me as much as it seemed to surprise her.

I hadn’t planned to say it, hadn’t even consciously formed the thought before the words escaped me.

Yet in this moment of absolute vulnerability, with her blood still sweet on my tongue and my body joined with hers, I recognized the truth of them.

Lightning flashed, illuminating her face as her orgasm sent convulsive shivers throughout her body. I held her arms to still her and released centuries of venousness cum into her slick tunnel.

The storm continued to rage outside, but within the sanctuary of my bedroom, something new had been created between us, a bond formed of blood.

I had never spoken those words to anyone, not even Basirah. That I would say them now, to this woman who wore the face of my long-dead wife but whose soul was entirely her own, revealed a truth I had been avoiding since our first meeting.

Kasi Bacchar was not merely a doppelg?nger, not merely a vessel of powerful Fae blood, not merely a physical pleasure. She had somehow, in the span of mere hours, become essential to me in ways I hadn’t believed possible.

Kasi’s eyes grew heavy, and I guided her off my still erect cock to lay on my chest. I reached for the tangled sheet to cover her body from the cold air and noticed my cock glowing in the darkness, completely covered with her pixie dust. I never read in any book that fae women had glow-in-the dark pixie dust inside their delicious pussies.

I would’ve remembered that detail. Old books, an ancient text, didn’t have all the answers.

Outside, the storm began to ease. The space between thunderclaps grew longer. The rain softened from its violent downpour. I too, needed to shut my eyes for a moment.