Someday You'll Find Me (Eric Northman/ True Blood)

Me and You

"Start from the beginning lover." I crooned, spooning her perfect little body in my arms, all the while reminiscing about the first moment that will forever remain etched in my mind. It was fifteen years ago, we sat in the same chair on a summer night and it was that night we made a child. I still didn't understand how that was possible. How could my dead seed conceive a child? A child that is half-human nonetheless. I need to know what happened the day she left me.

What will our future hold?

"Yes baby..." she whispered to me.

My emotional barrier had been shattered into oblivion the moment she fanned her fingers in my hair and softly pressed her sweet lips to my neck. The feel of her warmness against my cool skin caused an uncontrolled reaction. My fangs dropped and my cock stiffened. She leaned back to appraise me, her big almond eyes gazed into the depths of my soul. My face held such an intense concentration that it could have been mistaken for anger. The thoughts consuming my mind, Tara would have given anything to be a part of the questions I was asking myself.

And then she kissed me. She kissed me with a passion I'd never known. Slow, sensual, she captured my lips with hers, slipping her sweet peppermint tongue into my mouth and swirling it around. I groaned as my cock painfully hardened.

After a few blissful moments of sweet kisses, she came up for air and said, "I promise to tell you everything, but right now I need you," and then she placed her manicured hand over the bulge protruding from my pants and began to rub my rock-hard erection. Gracefully she maneuvered her legs; she straddled my lap. The way her legs moved caused me to fall under her spell. Now my hardness pressed firmly against her mound, in blind lust, I ripped off her red corset top and beheld her beautiful breast; I knew there wouldn't be a bra standing in my way, so I lifted her and reacquainted myself with them. Her breasts were perfect, both in size and shape.

"Mine," I growled against her lovely dark skin and took her to our room.

"Always have been," She purred, falling back onto the bed allowing me access to her heels; I pulled them off and tugged down her black leather leggings. I gently heave her lacy red panties down her shapely thigh and with one yank, I rip them off.

"Eric!"She gasped at the suddenness and I growled at the sight of her totally nude, perfectly toned body, splayed across my bed. Before she could speak again, I captured her mouth with my own. I was merciless, the way I invaded her mouth, soft and hard at the same time.

My pale body moved in between her dark legs, forcing her thighs apart, and I gazed at her wet folds for only a second before I dove in for a taste. I already knew by the scent I would like what I found there but I was still amazed someone could taste so perfect. And Tara gasped as my mouth was all over her, tasting her sweet honey pot like someone who had been starving for ages. Her whole body was singing, every lash from my skilled tongue transforming into sparks, making her inside wetter, slicker... My fingers found their way into her wet folds and she positively jolted as I gently stroked her, rubbing my palm into her aching bundle of nerves.

"Oh fuck Eric!" Tara had never been so aroused in her life, it was a primal, carnivorous lust, and she had never needed to be fucked so badly...

"You are everything, Tara..." My voice was hoarse now, ferocious.

"I want to blood bond with you, Eric," She turned her neck to me in reassurance. For a split second, I thought I misheard her.

 A low, guttural sound escaped my throat. I couldn't believe she was asking me for a blood bond. It was what I've wanted for so long. Without another thought, I submerged my fangs into her delectable flesh, she tensed for only a moment and groaned in ecstasy. Her blood was like no other; with every sip, I became intoxicated with her magical blood.

 A blur of images floods my mind. I see Tara swollen with child, an image of my son, Ciree, budding in her womb, a flash of a growing toddler, then, a young man, confused and unsure. It was fate, kismet, destiny, that brought him into the doors of Fangtasia, just as it did his mother. And although I still don't fully understand this miracle, l am grateful nonetheless.

As if my head was underwater, I forced myself up and withdrew my incisors. I pressed my face against the side of her neck. She felt me draw in a sharp breath before I sank into my own flesh, making a wound for her to drink upon. She pressed her eager mouth to my wrist and drinks me in. My energy swept into her and she was hit by a wave of arousal so hard that she whimpered out loud. Her breath hitched in her throat, she was intoxicated, high off my blood and unyielding affections.

"We are one lover." I sang, licking her honeyed blood off my lips.

Tara is my rose in bloom. My beginning and my end. My cool breath hardened her nipples and I sucked hard, my fangs scraping her just barely and Tara moaned in ecstasy, tangling her fingers in my wild hair.

"Eric... need... you...oh shit...need you now..." she murmured between her gasps.

Her curvaceous legs had wrapped themselves around my waist. She erotically thrust her body against mine.

Already so slick and wet I thrust into her and her sexy little body shivered and came. Her inner muscles almost forced my own orgasm from me, but with all my might, I held back. I'd be damned if I would be that fucking quick. As soon as I managed some control I started moving. 

My thrusts were slow, steady and deliberate. I wanted her to come over and over. But I knew I couldn't hold out for very long. I missed her too much. All the countless women I've been with and not a single one of them ever made me lose control the way Tara does. 

When she left me I tried to forget her big doe eyes, every fucking sexy curve, and that sensual plump bottom lip. But forgetting her will never happen...Tara has my heart and she always will.

I started pounding into her with a force and speed I didn't know I possessed. It wasn't long before her searing hot walls were clenching down on my dick, squeezing it securely. I began pounding her rhythmically, hitting deeper every time, bringing her higher, closer. With skill and poise, my angel matched me thrust for thrust. I could not recall ever feeling so completely seized. My lover unleashed her orgasm with a violent surge of heat, coursing through every limb, forcing her to bury her face in my shoulder whimpering as my movements had her contracting around my cock in pleasure.

Nothing had ever felt as perfect as fucking her did. I was lost in the sensation; lost in her. When she spread her legs wider, I didn't think I could hold back for much longer as I sank even deeper inside of her and we both moaned again.

 It threw me right off the cliff behind her, I heard a sobbing sound and it took a moment to realize it was me. I came, shooting a seemingly never-ending stream of cum inside of her, and she was still shuddering.