A Welcomed Guest

Chapter 1

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It was only a few hours later after they had pleasured each other when he awoke to find that that he was still on the bed stark naked. Turning his head he expected to find the room completely empty. Then his eyes settled on her pale, shining form sitting in the chair by the window.

"I thought you had left as you always do," he thought he said to her. He wasn't sure, as it seemed hardly any of his senses were working correctly.

"Have stayed to watch you," he thought he heard her whisper from across the room, his eyes tracing the beauty of her ashen body.

"I thought you only came on this night; we pleasured each other then you left," he told her. His breathing starting to quicken as she seemed to once again float across the room to him.

"In the past; now different," came her voice like a gentle breeze breathing through the room. Again she sat at the foot of the bed, her weight not registering at all, staring at his face almost as if she was studying it for the first time. Again, he felt the darkness start to take him as his eyes closed.

This time, he knew exactly what brought him around, or rather the lack of. Looking down his body he saw that she had impaled herself upon his manhood. The lack of heat was once again an odd feeling around him. When she looked up at him he could see that she had the dark look of a predator in her eyes. God, he wanted to touch her. Bringing his hand up he tried to touch her thigh only to have her swipe at his hand, knocking it away. Looking at his a wrist he could see the lacerations but strangely enough, there was no pain; just blood.

Finally finding the rhythm she wanted she began to pound herself upon him even harder. "I want to..." he started.

This only brought another fierce hiss from her lips as she steadily increased her speed. Finally, with a most unfeminine roar she pressed her sex onto him. His member was squeezed harder than he ever remembered it being. The pain was almost too much as again he started to blast deep into her. A minute later she looked down at him, a sly satisfied look on her face.

"Good," he thought he heard her purr out as she moved off his now red and deflated member. Laying at the foot of the bed again she began to lick her fingers and hand, cleaning his blood from them. Another sly smile crossed her lips and she stared straight at him. This time, he had decided to fight the darkness only to find that this last session had indeed sapped almost all of his strength.

It seemed he'd just closed his eyes when he felt a silky softness envelop his manhood, opening them he saw the outline of her body seeming to glow in the moonlight. He tried to move but found that it was useless. While she was gently massaging his manhood, she was also leaning over his hand cleaning the blood off his wrist. Smiling she began to kiss across his chest, her touch more like a gentle breeze, stopping at each nipple to nip and lavish it with a suckle and a kiss.

Moving steadily higher she nipped at his neck. Strangely, he only felt a sharpness and cold feeling each time she did. Then she did the one thing he thought she never would, as she moved to his lips and took them in a whisper soft kiss. Groaning, he wasn't sure if it was him or her, her lips lingered a moment longer, the cold washing over him like a wave of water.

Then she withdrew, and he felt as if he was on fire. Moving away she stood beside the bed. Raising a pale perfect hand to her naked breasts she laid it between then and then pointing at him simply saying with a huge smile, "Bast, mine." She vanished as the first light of the day poured into the room.

He shook his head. Bast? Was that her name? After all this time, was she telling him who she was? What had changed? Getting up he stumbled in a weakened state to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror he saw that he had two small bites on his neck but as he watched in amazement they were healing and going away.