The Sacrifice by Evangeline Anderson
The long succession of ever-larger phalluses he’s fitted me with during this month have made me more than ready to receive him. Though I moan out loud as I feel the broad head of his cock pressing gently but inevitably against the entrance to my pussy, it’s a sound of anticipation, not pain.
Aiden seems to understand this because he doesn’t stop. With a slow, smooth motion, he slips the head inside me, stretching my pussy open at last with his thick cock.
“Very good, darling,” he murmurs in my ear. “Such a good girl to open your pussy and let my cock inside you.”
“Yes, Master,” I whisper, pressing my hips back to try and capture more of his thickness. “But could you…shouldn’t you get a little deeper into me?”
“And why should I do that?” Aiden sounds half aroused, half amused.
“Because,” I say, desperately trying to think of a halfway plausible reason to get him deeper inside me. “You…you need to be right up against me, against the end of my, uh, channel to do this right, don’t you?”
“If you mean do I need to bathe the mouth of your womb with my seed, then yes,” he murmurs. “I do. But I won’t touch bottom inside you, Emma. Not this time. Not tonight.”
“I understand,” I whisper in a shaking voice. Because that would be fucking—or close enough to it that he wouldn’t consider me a virgin anymore. But Goddess, I want more of him, want him deeper inside me, filling me up, making me his.
“Slowly then, my darling,” he murmurs in my ear. “I’m going to touch you while I slide deeper into your pussy. Spread a little wider and let me in.”
“Yes, Master,” I whisper again. I widen my stance, lifting my leg to give him better access to my pussy. Offering myself completely for my master’s penetration.
“Good girl,” he whispers again. I feel him spread the lips of my pussy and then one gentle fingertip is slipping over my swollen clit in a soft, slow, maddening rhythm. At the same time, his thick shaft starts to move, sliding deeper into my cunt, filling me with more of his thickness.
He’s bigger than any of the phalluses or vibrators he’s used on me and I can feel a definite stretching sensation as he slowly enters me. But I love it—love the feeling of being possessed by him, being claimed and owned and filled by my master.
“Master!” I moan softly as he slips himself inside me. “Oh, Master, please!”
“Please what, darling?” he murmurs stopping. “Did I hurt you?”
“No.” I bite my lips in agitation. “I just…want more of you. I need more.”
“Then I shall give you more.” The rhythm of his finger on my clit speeds up and his thick cock continues its journey inward.
I’m moaning steadily now—I can’t help myself. I press back against him, hungry for even more but Aiden stops me.
“No, darling,” he murmurs sternly. “Not so far. I’m deep enough in you now, I think.”
I want to protest that I want him even deeper. I can feel him inside me, stretching my inner pussy to the limit but I want more. Want to feel the head of his cock planted firmly against the end of my channel, pressing hard against the mouth of my womb, taking me all the way, fucking me.
But it’s clear Aiden won’t allow that to happen right now. He holds my hips in place with one hand while with the other he continues to stroke and tease my clit. I feel like I’m on fire from the waist down.
“Do you like this, darling?” he murmurs, his long finger sliding over my throbbing button. “Do you like the feel of my cock inside you, stretching you, making you mine?”
“Yes, Master,” I moan and clench my inner muscles tight around him. “Yes, please…it feels…feels so good.”
“I can only imagine what fucking you is going to be like,” he growls softly. “Your little cunt is so tight and hot. You fit me like a glove.”
“Can’t you show me?” I plead with him. “You don’t have to hit bottom inside me if you don’t want. But can’t you just…just thrust a little bit?”
“Like this, you mean?” Slowly he draws out of me until only the head of his big cock is still inside my pussy. Then, with a deep, deliberate thrust he enters me again, filling me almost completely, stopping just short of pressing his cock to the mouth of my womb.
I gasp with mingled pleasure and frustration. So good, it feels so good. But everything inside me is crying out that it could feel better. “Please,” I beg him. “More!”
“No more tonight,” he says sternly. “I won’t thrust in you again, Emma. However…” Leaning down he kisses the back of my neck. “I will allow you to work your pussy on my cock. If you wish.”
If I wish? Hell yes, I wish. I need more of him, want to feel him inside me, sliding in and out of my pussy even if I’m the one doing the thrusting. Bracing myself against the mattress, I pull gently away, feeling him move out of me once more. Then I press back, taking him in again, filling myself with his shaft, taking my master’s cock deep in my pussy.
“God.” Aiden’s deep voice is hoarse. “That’s right, darling—do it. Fuck yourself on me. Fuck your hot little pussy on my cock.”
His dirty words in my ears and the way he continues to finger me as I move is driving me over the edge. I tilt my hips back and I can almost feel him, the very tip of his cock just barely brushing against the end of my channel. It’s forbidden, I know—but oh so sweet just the same. Am I still a virgin now? Maybe to Aiden’s way of thinking. But I feel completely opened by him, completely taken and claimed and it’s the sweetest feeling of my life.
“Emma,” he murmurs warningly in my ear. “I know what you’re doing. I can feel you pressing against me.”
“Yes, Master,” I whisper, tilting my hips even farther back until the head of his cock nudges firmly against the mouth of my womb. I’m being a bad girl—a disobedient submissive. Maybe he’ll punish me with his cock—like the girl in the movie we watched on his laptop.
Aiden’s hand on my hip is like steel. “You’re topping from the bottom again, Emma. If you’re hoping for a punishment fuck, it’s not going to happen. You’re too tender inside right now to be used roughly.”
I moan in frustration. “Master, please.”
“I will, however, come in you,” he murmurs, relenting a little. “Get ready, Emma. I’m going to flood your pussy. Going to fill you up.”
The hot words, coupled with the feel of his fingers spreading and exploring my slippery cunt, is suddenly too much. I can feel my pleasure growing, the orgasm starting deep inside me and exploding outward, like a star going nova around a fixed point in space.
“Aiden!” I gasp at the same time he groans my name. And then the pleasure takes me. As it does, I feel the warm, wet jets of his cum, this time spurting deep inside me, bathing the mouth of my womb and filling me up just as he promised.
I feel like I’ll never stop coming. Long after the pleasure should have ebbed, my pussy keeps clenching, pulling against the thick cock inside me, as though milking Aiden for every last drop of his seed. He stays where he is, rock solid inside me, filling me to the hilt—well, almost—as he finishes his own orgasm.
When the tide of pleasure finally ebbs, I fully expect him to pull out. But for some reason, he doesn’t. Instead, he pulls me more firmly into his arms and kisses me gently on the back of my neck, murmuring my name.
The cramps are utterly and completely gone now and with them, all the tension I was feeling earlier. I feel bonelessly relaxed and suddenly I’m tired, so sleepy I can barely keep my eyes open. “Aiden,” I whisper, yawning. “Master…”
“Go to sleep, darling,” he says softly. “Your body needs rest.”
“Like…like this?” I ask, indicating the way he’s still filling me, as hard as though he’d never come at all.
“Why not—does it bother you?” He sounds amused.
“No,” I admit. “I…I like it. But I thought…thought you didn’t sleep with anyone.”
“I’m making an exception.” He kisses the back of my neck. “Go to sleep, E
His words bring a barrage of questions to my lips but my eyelids are so heavy I can’t keep them open anymore. Lulled by the comforting feeling of my master’s thickness still lodged deep within me and his strong arms around me, I finally drift off to sleep.
Chapter Nineteen
“Wake up, Emma. You barely touched your dinner last night—you must be famished.”
I wake up feeling rested and refreshed, and open my eyes to warm golden sunlight pouring in through the windows. Aiden is already up and smiling at me. He’s wearing a pair of faded jeans and nothing else—is he skipping the office today? Usually he goes in rain or shine, weekday or weekend no matter what. He’s definitely a workaholic. Not that I’m complaining, after last night I’m more than eager to spend the morning with my shirtless vampire master. Just look at all those muscles on display. Yum.
“Barnes made us some breakfast.” Aiden nods at a silver tray sitting on the dresser. Now that he mentions it, I can smell the tantalizing aroma of scrambled eggs and toast drifting through the air. There’s also a teapot with a wisp of steam rising from its spout. “Do you want to shower or eat first?” Aiden asks.
I open my mouth to say 'eat' and then remember what a sticky mess I am from the waist down. “I’ll shower,” I say quickly. “But don’t start without me.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he says dryly. “Hurry up, then.”
I scoot out of bed, noticing a few dark red spots on the sheets as I do. My period has already almost run its course but I’m still mortified about the evidence it has left behind.
“Don’t worry about the sheets,” Aiden says gently, breaking my train of thought. “They’re not important.”
It feels important to me but I don’t know what else to say. Quickly, I disappear into the master bathroom and take the fastest shower I can. When I come out, wrapped in towels, Aiden has changed the sheets and made up the bed.
“Come. Sit.” He motions for me to sit back against the mountain of pillows propped against the headboard. “We’ll have breakfast in bed this morning.”
Still wrapped in towels, I settle myself on the bed and look at him warily. He seems like a completely different man than he was last night. He’s relaxed and smiling and seemingly not mad at me at all. Is this all because of the sex (or almost sex) we had last night? Or has he just decided to forgive me for breaking the rules?
“What is it, Emma?” Aiden says, settling on the bed beside me with the tray in his hands. “I can see your mind going a hundred miles a minute. You might as well tell me what you’re thinking.”
“I’m just wondering…thank you.” I take the cup of tea from him. “Wondering why you’re not mad at me anymore?”
“Oh, I’m still upset by your flagrant disregard for my rules—especially your removal of the harness,” he says, giving me a stern look. “And don’t worry, darling—you will be punished for that. But…” He sighs and takes a sip of tea. “You have a right to be angry with me as well. I’ve been on my own so long I tend to keep my own counsel. I don’t…share things easily.”
I give a soft snort of laughter. “Now, that’s an understatement. But thank you…” I put a hand on his leg. “For admitting you were wrong, too.”
He raises an eyebrow at me. “I don’t concede that I’m wrong exactly—there are still some things about me and the situation we are in together that you’re not ready to know. But I understand your frustration and…” He sighs again. “I’ll make a concerted effort to be more open with you in the future.”
“So…I can ask you questions and you’ll tell me what I want to know?” I look at him hopefully.
“Within reason,” Aiden says, frowning. “But yes, ask away.”
Questions rise to my lips so fast they almost choke me but what comes out first is, “Tell me about Katherine.”
A look of intense pain passes over Aiden’s chiseled features and he closes his eyes briefly. “Ah, you would ask me that. Not that I blame you—doubtless you’ve heard of her untimely demise.”
“Not really,” I say honestly. “I mean, I heard that she was a witch and that she died but not…not exactly how.”
Aiden sighs. “Very well. But in order to explain her death, I’ll need to tell you about her life. She was an extraordinary woman and I loved her with all that was in me.” He hands me a plate with scrambled eggs and toast just the way I like it—no butter but plenty of strawberry jam. “You’d best eat. This is a long tale and your food will be cold if you wait until I’m done.”
Obediently, I pick up a piece of toast and begin to nibble. Aiden puts the tray to one side and takes a sip from his tea mug, gathering his thoughts. His gray eyes go silver, as though remembering something from long, long ago—something buried in the past. And then he begins.
“I found Katherine in the woods to the north of here over a hundred years ago. In those days Tampa was little more than an overgrown town. Florida was the least populous state in the union for years, you know. It was too hot and swampy here for most people. As a vampire, the heat and humidity didn’t bother me, especially since I was, at that time, confined to the night as most of my kind are.”
Hmm, interesting. So he hadn’t had the ability to walk in sunlight back then. I eye the heavy gold and onyx ring on his hand again but say nothing. Aiden takes another sip of tea and continues.
“When I came upon Katherine, she was being assaulted.”
I frown. “Assaulted…how?”
“Raped.” A look of pain passes over his face again. “She was being raped.”
“What?” I spill my tea on my leg in agitation and have to wipe it up hastily with a linen napkin. “I mean, really?”
“Really.” He nods grimly. “I was out hunting in the woods and I heard her screams. A group of human men had her—they had discovered she was a witch and decided that was reason enough to brutalize her.”
“Oh, no.” I put a hand to my mouth. “Could you…did you stop them?”
Aiden closes his eyes briefly. “Regrettably, by the time I got there considerable damage had already been done. I pulled them off her and dispatched them—”
“Dispatched?” I ask softly.
“I killed them.” Aiden bares his fangs in a display I’m glad isn’t meant for me. “I ripped their throats out and drank their blood. There were five of them and I was alone but all the same, it only took a matter of minutes.”
I’ve seen how fast he can move and I know how strong he is so this comes as no surprise. I have to shiver anyway, though. This is the first time Aiden has ever talked about hunting and killing humans around me.
“Was she all right?” I whisper, and then realize what a stupid question that is. “I mean, was she badly hurt?”
“She had some bruises and contusions—some inner trauma.” He glances between my legs and I cross them hastily, understanding his meaning. “But her mind was more broken than her body.” Aiden sighs deeply. “When I came to her she tried to fight me off at first. Not because I was a vampire but because I was male. I didn’t blame her, of course.” He runs a hand through his hair. “When I finally made her believe that I had no intention of continuing the brutality the human bastards had been inflicting on her, she begged me to kill her.”
“Oh, no.” I put a hand to my mouth, my breakfast forgotten.
He nods. “Yes. She…wanted to die after what had been done to her. Virginity was much more important back then, even among witches, and hers had been taken from her in the most brutal way possible. There wasn’t as much freedom to do as you pleased and marry or not as you chose. Most women, even witches, found a husband. There was no other way to fit into the human community.”
I nod thoughtfully. “And of course, she would have a hard time finding one after…that.”
“I swore to her that no one else had seen—that I had killed all the men who hurt her,” Aiden says softly. “But she told me there were others—two w
“But you couldn’t, could you?” I whisper.
“No.” He shakes his head. “I don’t know if it was her magic or some of my old human instincts coming back. I was still a fairly new vampire, having just recently left she-who-made-me. All of my training before my vampire life began had instilled in me the necessity of being careful and gentle with the fairer sex. My human mother, especially, emphasized self-control and gentlemanly conduct. So consideration for ladies was ever uppermost in my mind.” He laughs softly. “She’s been dead well over a hundred years but the things I learned at her knee are still some of the only parts of my human past I recall vividly.”
“She’d be proud of you, I’m sure,” I say softly.
“Would she?” Aiden looks at me steadily. “After seeing what I have become? I doubt it, my darling. But I do have few fleeting moments in my past I can look back on without shame. My treatment of Katherine is one of those.”
“What did you do with her?” I ask, fascinated by the story of my master’s long lost love.
“I took her back with me to my house. It was a much smaller, wooden structure but it was built right here, on this site.” He indicates the house around us. “This land has belonged to my family for generations—it’s where I go to ground. Where I feel most comfortable.”
I can’t help looking around me, imaging what it must have been like. I can almost picture Aiden carrying the injured, weeping girl in his arms and laying her gently on the bed. Comforting her as he comforted me last night. “What happened then?” I ask.
“I put her in a sleep trance,” he says. “It’s not magic—we can’t do magic, as you know. It’s more like the technique a cobra uses to fascinate a mouse. We usually use it for hunting and capturing prey. In Katherine’s case, I did it to give her time to heal.”