Blood slave Manan Two shot END PAGE 5 - Page 3

Author note: Hey guys the end is near lol.

Warning this chapter is a little naughty.

Ok maybe a whole lot naughty.

Enjoy.

He started kissing her neck starting at the place just behind her jaw-bone below her ear. Manik slowly made his way down. His last kiss ending just at the point where top of her prepubescent breast started to curve.

They had something in common. He couldn't look her in the eye. He had saved himself sexually for the woman he would make his wife. Yet, here he was involved in an act of sexual depravity with an innocent child.

He slid without conscience down her body. She pulled her skirts up again.

Delectable. Mmm.

He noticed that this was almost similar to his makers hunting style as he buried his face in the coarse hair of her innocence. It was almost funny. He remembered having to dig through the coarse hair of a bear in order to feed. He wondered if he could teach her to shave it so he could have his new monthly treat unhindered.

She spent an entire week on her back with him between her thighs. She enjoyed most of it, however there were times she begged him to stop claiming oversensitivity. He would continue in spite of her pleading. Sometimes the blood flow would slow or stop completely for a few hours and he would give her a reprieve at those times.

He knew that it was okay to continue even with her weak protestations. She continuously messaged his head, which also felt nice for him, while her hips bucked minutely bringing her in closer contact to his mouth.

He spent the week delving into her most private and intimate place with his mouth exploring each fold and crevice with his tongue making sure to get every drop he could possibly reach.

The hours of respite were probably the most affection that he ever got with her. The flowery scent was a natural lubrication her body made when aroused. Mixed with her blood it gave him a euphoric high. He was always kissing the insides of her thighs, rubbing the outsides of her thighs with his hands. He would sometimes crawl up the bed and pull her body to his and cuddle. He would nuzzle his face into her neck. Sometimes he would suck lightly on her neck.

This always made her giggle. It always made me happy to hear her make those kinds of sound. Manik favored them only slightly less than the moans and whimpers that she made during those intimate feedings.

She only ever left the bed to relieve herself in her chamber pot.

He often fed her by hand while she was in bed. Her muscles were worn from being tensed in a near constant state of orgasmic bliss.

He could tell that she wanted more after that first time. She never tried to be seductive. Her routine never changed. He could smell that same flowery scent that collected naturally between her thighs. Almost every time since that first time the scent of freesias would permeate the room every time He fed from her. It didn't matter where he fed from her. It was the memory, he thought, that got her excited.

When he was in town gathering food for her when he found that the floral scent between her legs actually smelled like a specific flower. He bought a handful of the flowers for her every time He was in town to give to her. He found it funny. It was an inside joke between her thighs and him.

Looking back he thought the flowers were what started her confusion. It was that and the strawberries, maybe.

She had mention that she enjoyed it when he brought her strawberries. He had never bought her or given her gifts besides the flowers.

One day in passing he mentioned the date. Nandani frowned. The rest of the day passed and she was unhappy. She became more sullen as the days went on. He had never had to deal with her unhappiness for this long before. Usually it was boredom and that was swiftly dealt with by procuring a few new books for her.

Books didn't work this time. He didn't like seeing her sad. Finally he broke down and asked her what was wrong.

"Do you know how long ago you brought me here?" she asked in reply.

"About four years now. Is the cabin bothering you? We could try some place new if that's what you need."

"No. It's just... I never knew the date...You've never mentioned it before...I had never paid attention or really thought much about it before. My birthday is next week. According to how long I've been here I'll be sixteen." She said quietly.

She was somber ever since then. He spent a couple of days gathering but he had an entire of bushel of strawberries for her as a birthday gift. She was excited. She gave me a hug. It was the first hug he had been given since his change. It felt good.

"Manik these can't possibly last for long. Especially since I am the only one eating them." She nudged his ribs with her elbow only to pull it back and rub it because of the pain she had unwittingly caused herself.

He laughed. He hadn't laughed in a long time. Not a true laugh. The great thing about her sixteenth birthday was He learned he could taste the strawberries in her bloodstream when she gorged herself on the. They tasted as amazing the same way they did in his human life. He made sure that we had plenty available to her when they were in season.

My girl was so delicious,Vanilla, strawberries and freesias. He thought to himself.

She was happy for a while after her birthday but as the year wore on she slipped back into a melancholy state.

She started running away from home then. She never explained why until today. She would just leave with the clothes on her back hoping to flee far and fast enough that he couldn't catch her. She never got far. The cabin was out in the middle of nowhere. That and he was fast.

His maker had told him that he was fast even for a vampire. He didn't remember being much of a runner as a human. He didn't remember much of anything as a human. He remember his piano and his mother. Not much else was left intact after the change. Some memories faded slowly others were gone before he woke up to his new life.

Manik only knew that he was fast and Nandani stood no chance at outrunning him.

At least now he knew, he understood. She wanted more. He didn't know what more he could give her. He couldn't marry her, he couldn't even risk taking her into town. He couldn't give her children and he wouldn't give her away.

She. Was. Mine. Every laugh, every scar, every ounce of flesh, every moan, everything that was Nandani was mine. He thought to himself.

She had a gash on one of her legs from running. So he picked her up and carried her home. He carried her over our threshold the way a man would carry his bride.

"I'm sorry Nandani. I can't offer you more."

He set her down on her small bed. He lifted her skirts and licked her cuts clean.

He smoothed her skirts back down once he was finished.

"No, Manik. You can, you just won't."

She lay down and turned her body facing the wall.

He could smell the salt of her tears. She was quiet. Had he not been able to smell them he wouldn't have known that she was crying. He didn't understand what she meant.

He lay down behind her his body curving to fit hers. One arm pulling her body close to his. This is the most affectionate he have ever been with her when he was not drinking from her. At first her body stiffens and the slowly she relaxes her body back into his.

"Thank you." She whispers.

"What more do you want. I make sure you have food, clothing, books...you love books. I don't know what I can give you. I can't let you go." He pleaded

She doesn't say anything for a few minutes. She slowly turns over to face him. His arm is still around her. She sticks her arm around me and pulls our bodies close together. Her face is very close to mine. She is looking at my face focusing on different parts. My nose then down to my lips, and back up to reach my eyes. Manik took his own moment to study her face.

He had always loved Nandani's eyes even as a child. Her eyes had such depth to them. There was something more mature and soulful in her young eyes than I had ever seen in another human. She had always been pretty. Even her mother knew the value of her daughters beauty when she was young.

She lifted the hand she had used to pull them closer and brought it to his cheek. He leaned into her hand, enjoying the contact. She moved her face closer to his so her forehead rested against his, her eyes boring into his. Her nose nuzzled against his. He found the experience very enjoyable.

"You have so much more to give me, Manik."

She leaned forward very slightly and their lips were touching. He hadn't realized how close her lips were to his. Manik felt a spark, a flame, a blaze of something hot and warm starting at the point where their lips were connected. The pleasant burning sensation was being sent in waves throughout his body his chest felt as though it might have began to pulse again with the beat of his still dead and unmoving heart. The sensation continued following to a path that was new and unknown to him and his body.

He knew that a man's phallus was supposed to harden when becoming aroused but haven't ever experienced such a thing made this sensation terrifying as well as pleasurable. Just having it rubbing against my pants shot another wave of pleasure through me. He pulled his body closer to his Nandani's . His hand slid down past her hips just above her bottom and pulled her closer still.

She moaned and miraculously this made him harder than before. He hadn't been kissed by a girl in his life as a human or vampire. It was amazing and sweet and beautiful. It was Nandani.

He was afraid of his strength but he was full so he had no reason to worry about draining her. He kissed her back tentatively. The kiss was long and passionate and closed mouthed. From time to time her tongue would dart out to taste his lips and as soon as it returned back into her mouth, his would rush out to taste her wetness on his lips. She tasted like strawberries, Vanilla and freesia.

He slowly and carefully sucked her bottom lip into his mouth. She tasted so good. She felt so good. So perfect and she was mine. He thought to himself.

She was right. He did have more to give. He wondered why it took so long for his body to recognize the power she had over it. Had this attraction always been there? Had he just been denying himself so he wouldn't feel bad for his ungentlemanly behavior? How long had she wanted this? How long had he longed for this?

Her hand slid down his chest slowly unbuttoning his shirt. It felt so good to have her warm skin touching his cold skin. The contrast was electrifying.

She slowly slid her hands under his, now open, shirt. She pushed it off his shoulders, pulling it out of his pants as she went. Her hands were so soft and so warm. They wandered all over his body, any part of his skin that she could reach.

He wasn't thinking clearly. He only knew he wanted more skin. Before he realized what he was doing he had ripped the dress she was wearing to pieces and she lay before him in nothing but her underwear.

He was embarrassed by his actions. He closed his eyes. His shame froze him in place.

Nandani moved her forehead back against his. The action brought her nipples in contact with his chest. He shuddered in pleasure at the feeling. His cold skin made them stiffen into hard peaks just like her warmth made him stiffen below.

She kissed him and pulled her body against hers again. He didn't fight her. He wanted to protect his virtue. It was the only line he hadn't crossed the only sin he had yet to commit. She wanted this. This was her more. He had never tasted her when she wasn't bleeding but he knew his licking, sucking and exploring of her intimate folds brought her great pleasure.

He could be selfless for once. He could give without taking. He wanted to make her happy.

He lightly sucked his way down her flesh. She was so mouth-watering. Down her collar bone then he kissed his way down to her sternum. Manik turned his head to see her breast. It was so new and different. It was so much more than he ever expected. It was beautiful. He pulled back to look at the twin peaks.

Nandani rolled onto her back pulling him on top of her. He was careful not to press too much of himself onto her. After their bodies were settled against each other she ran her hands through his hair and started pulling him to her breast. It seemed so right and natural to open his mouth and suckle her breast. He was ever mindful of his teeth but was able to use his tongue to caress her nipple.

She trembled beneath him. She purred. She was all his.

He reached slowly to caress her other breast with his hand. She mewled like a kitten when he ran my fingertips across her nipple.

He pulled back to look into her eyes.

"Please, Manik, more."

"Yes."

He could give her more.

He kissed his way down her belly sucking lightly on the soft skin.

He slowly pulled down her bloomers.

He had seen her naked body all the way up to her hips. He had never seen her wholly naked before. It was a sight that left him awe struck. She was so stunningly beautiful and his.

He brought himself into the same place he frequented on a monthly basis. It smelled different. It didn't have the scent of blood that made me ravenous but the smell of fragrant floral scent smelled sweet, intoxicating and he wanted to add this Nandani flavor to his pallet.

Almost as soon as the first lick commenced Nandani's muscles contracted on my tongue. He couldn't stop because this flavor was more addicting than her blood. It was so much more. He couldn't stop.

"Oh, Manik. Manik. My Manik." She moaned.

She was right he was her Manik, just like she was his Nandani.

He crawled back up her body wanting to taste her mouth again. He wanted to compare all of the scent and flavors of Nandani. So good. All his.

He kissed her roughly still ever conscious of his teeth. Her warm naked body wrapped around his. Her legs entwined with his. Their chests pressed close together. All part of their bodies rubbed together creating a wonderful friction.

"More." She said

"I can't." He replied between kisses.

"Why? I enjoyed what you did right now but Manik I could have just waited a couple of weeks and you would have done that anyway. I want more. I have given you everything. Every part of my body belongs to you. My heart, my soul, they're yours too. I understand you may want to wait for someone who you can spend eternity with, someone more like you. I only have this life time and I am going to spend all of it with you. I have never asked you for anything before. Give me this. Just give me this." She begged.

She would spend her life time with him and perhaps she really did love him. He couldn't fathom her willingness to lose her virginity to him of all creatures. She was his maybe he did have a right to take her. He could give her more.

He wanted more.

He quickly disposed of my pants and undergarment. He was naked and solid between her legs.

He looked down at his beautiful girl. Her smile was unlike any other. She was happier than he had ever seen her in the five years since he had brought her here. He was hers and she was his. They were just two teenagers giving each other everything they could give.

"I love you."She whispered.

He cared for her a great deal and he had loved her in his own way. Not in the way she meant. Instead of replying he kissed her and slowly pushed his way inside of her.

She was so warm and tight and his. He could feel her tear. He wasn't going to stop because it felt to good to do that. He did pause to let her adjust to him. He knew that sex often hurt for virgins the first time.

He looked into her eyes.

"It doesn't hurt much." She said "I think it has something to do with the ice pack you've just inserted. So, thanks for that."

He kissed her again and laughed lightly. She was trying to sooth his conscience by making light of her pain. He started moving slowly. He knew he wouldn't last long. The tight wet heat, our contrasting body temperatures, her smell. All of his senses were overloading and it was too much. He wanted her to tighten around him the way she had done with his tongue. He was about to move his hand down to try and help her along but because she was already sensitive from the first orgasm and she came on her own.

The way she lovingly whimpered his name along with her muscles clenching rhythmically around him brought on his own very intense orgasm.

As he was releasing into her long and hard thrusts he realized he couldn't live without her. He wanted her heart, body, and soul. She said they were his.

So he gave her one last kiss so full of love. Something he had been deluding himself about not feeling.

After the kissed down her jaw and on further down her neck and lingered. One loving and sweet kiss before he bit down.

Now she was his forever.

THE END.