Your sins.

Make-up sex

"I miss him"
The words leave my mouth and i bite my tongue to late to catch my previous utter. My eyes turn to search the expression Claudia has. Not surprised, she hums with annoyance. She knows me well enough to know that I would miss lestât even if he stole the stars from me and in some ways I do believe he stole every star from my universe with his devilish nature.

Claudia turns to face me, we are in the living area and she was facing the television on our shared couch but now she is facing me.

"Louie, he is bad. He manipulates, can't you see that you are nothing but a thing to him. There is a power imbalance and as he is your maker and bringer of death, he is also you're controller. Louie, you must see this."

I shrug, there's a lot I want to say. A lot that she wouldn't understand. "You've been telling me this for centuries, and unfortunately I've been understanding for centuries but still I am always drawn. Me the moth and he the luminous light. You know better than anyone else that we are stuck in our immortal ways and cursed to repeat our mortal mistakes. So... unfortunately I belong to him, as he is my maker, my bringer of death and most importantly my bringer of life."

I refuse to hear anymore of Claudia's refuting so I remove myself from the couch and head to the coffin room. My coffin is elegant, it's like a sleek black cat, with it's devine green innards, it's everything that lestât's is not. His' is aged and squeaky, it isn't as dazzling as mine but it's comfortable.

I should write him.

I sit to my drawing desk, the words in my head become obsolete once I begin to transfer them to paper. What do you say to the one you hate so much that you ooze with love? That is a question that poe has yet to answer.

I settle for:
Lestât? Comment vont tes jours et tes nuits?
Mine are silent sans tu...
Claudia is the same, and I am the same.

Amour, Louie

I seal the letter, and put it for the mail man to deliver. I hope he'll understand my words. I hope he will hear my call as I have always heard his. I hope he'll allow me to apologize.

I turn the lights off in the coffin room and enjoy the daytime activités of a creature of the night.

The sun has just set, and I hear banging on the door. Before I open my eyes, I know. I know it's him. Claudia is in-front of the coffin room door. She is shaking her head and her eyes are filled with tears, she is almost begging.

"No. Louie please don't."

I can't focus on her right now, the adrenaline and serotonin I get from his pheromones has already filled my lungs. I open the door and he stands there in all his might. The moon displaying his sharp jaw, the highlighting his green eyes. His blonde hair rests upon his square shoulders and he smirks at me. His eyes devour me, reaffirming his devilish nature.

I want him, he wants me. He pulls himself in and pulls me into his arms. I feel his warm breath tickle my ear and send shivers down my spine as he says, "I got your message. I got your message and ran here from the Mississippi."

My eyebrows raise,
"What was in the Mississippi?"

"It's what was not in the Mississippi."
He looks me over again. And this time I notice sweat glazing his cold white marble skin. His forehead glimmering with sweat and the way his suit is completely disheveled and messy, begging to be ripped apart.
I need him.
My blood begins to boil, as my eyes drift to his lips. Crimson red, stained with blood. Maybe he was hungry before he got here? Maybe he was with her before he got here... my face feels red with anger imaging his lewdness with her. He notices, he chuckles.

"Louie I have not seen her in years."
He is lying. I know your tells lestât.
He can feel my anger as I grip his wrist and pull him to the coffin room.

"Retiring so soon...the night is still so young."
He is taunting me. I push him to the hardwood floor he allows himself to fall.

"We are far from retiring, lestât de lioncourt."
He relaxes.
"I missed this libido of yours."
"Oh, I'm sure there are other things you missed more." I say teasingly as I crawl in between his legs and begin to unzip his trousers.
He smiles his devilish smile yet again.
He pulls me from between his legs and onto his chest, are lips collide. We begin to fight each other, are tongues wrestling for dominance, he wins as I pull way. I miss his taste. I pull his shirt apart the buttons of his white shirt spewing everywhere. I attack his white skin, tainting it with my mouth, biting his stomach all over littering him with bruises that'll remind her of where his home is.

A moan escapes the back of his throat as he mumbles breathlessly, "I love you, Louie. Putain... you're so good."
This only further motivates me as I move my mouth lower and lower till I reach his bottom half. He has a semi right now, his dick is trapped underneath the fabric of his briefs.

I use my tongue to torment him, I lick around the imprint against his briefs, the imprint that his half hard dick is making.

He lets out a shaky moan, "putain.."
I love it when he is like this. When he becomes putty in my hands. The imprint against his briefs becomes larger than life, and I know that it is time. I pull his briefs along with his trousers down to his ankles.

Instantaneously his dick springs out like a can of worms, I would be frightened of the thought of his girthy 8 inches going inside my mouth, but this is not my first rodeo I'm fully trained to take his length.

I begin at the tip, wrapping my tongue around it, swirling figure eights into it. He lets out a moan of frustration, as his hand takes its place on my head.
"Louie please, please." I love it when he begs for me. The sound of desperation in his voice excites me. I stall longer running my tongue along the walls of his dick.

"LOUIE!" He shouts, but too me it comes out as a whimper.
I begin to take his length with my mouth, I move slow because I don't want to take too much because even though, I'm a vampire I am not capable of taking him fully. I take about 6 inches. Then I begin to used my tongue and mouth to drive him crazing.

I know it's working because his grip on my head tightens and his breaths become unstable. And he mutters words in French but they're incomprehensible.

"Louie... Louie... LOUIE."
His cum shoots to the back of my throat. He is exhausted and I don't care about the hard-on that is spilling precum into my pants. Right now I just wish to bask in this moment. To enjoy the arms of my man. My man.

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