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Angelic and Vampiric (angelicxdream and I )

Claire could feel the hot blush on her face. When he started to blow into her pussy, she whimpered, breathing heavily. When he started to use his fingers, she let out a small cry of passion. She ran her fingers down his chest, her fingers started to work on the button, and zipper of his pants, pulling them down. Once she had heard her panties falling on the ground, she slide off his boxers. She gasped when she saw the length of his erection, and since she wasn't as experienced as he probably was, she was curious. She slide her hand on the base of his cock, gently rubbing him with her fingers. He felt so hard, and yet soft at the same time. Like iron wrapped around velvet. She liked how it felt against her cool hand. His whole body felt so hot, she thought he was running a temperature. Knowing he could read her thoughts, she asked, "Darling? Are you alright?" She hoped she wasn't doing anything wrong.
 
The site of her grip on his cock, excited him greatly. In response, his tongue slipped over her pussy, and he worked his fingers to locate her G-Spot... Before he did that though, he opened her pussy up more, playing with it. admiring it. his action would make it seem like he was worshipping it. When She asked her question he simply groaned and said...
"Keep doing that... Is this your first time.?" he asked wanting to confirm what he glimpsed in her thoughts during this session of of teasing and foreplay. He pinched her clit playfully again, enjoying the reactions of imminate pleasure on her face.
 
Claire nodded her head, she had never been so intimate with another man before. Was she waiting for him? She didn't know at the time. Once his tongue entered her pussy, she let out a loud moan, and panted heavily when he pushed his fingers in to look for her G-spot. Once she knew he was enjoying this, she rubbed his balls, her fingers feeling them and squeezing them gently. Since her legs were wrapped around his waist, she felt her pussy brush against the tip of his cock, whimpering now. She leaned up to kiss him passionately, her tongue swirling around in his mouth. She wondered, "Darling, is this your first time?" She hadn't known if he was a virgin or not, and.. he seemed so experience. She couldn't help but be slightly jealous.
 
He kissed her neck gently, and felt the tight grip of her legs around his back, he was now more absorbed in surroudning her entire being. His cock gently teashed her pussy, as he slowly motioned to go in. It was too soon though, he wanted to bring her to the edge before he actually entered. He returned her kiss though as passionently as before, rivaling her own energy. When she asked her question he simply groaned.
"Should matter, my last wife died when I became a vampire, hundreds of years ago, its been very very lonely..." He responded, he felt relaxed though despite this information. He felt that he could reveal everything to her without any cause or problem...
 
Claire couldn't think of anything else but the beautiful man in front of her. She ran her fingers through his hair, breathing heavily. Thinking that he was about to go in, she panted, just watching him almost slip into her, but pull out afterwards. She whimpered, complaining that he had not pushed himself in, looking up at him. She was surprised when he had spoken of his wife. Of course, he had a wife. He wasn't like her, a virgin, unexperienced. And although she wouldn't admit it aloud, she knew she was jealous. She wouldn't even admit to herself that she was jealous. But, his wife had died. And, she just had to believe that he had feelings for her now. She couldn't do anything about the past, right? Right. Still, she wondered what his wife looked like. If she was more beautiful than she was, if she was smart, social, if he loved her.
 
The sounds of gasping and moaning, flooded the room, and the sounds of skin on skin, added to the melody of passion

Upon senseing her thoughts, he thought he'd drown them out, with one thrust he gripped her tightly, and speared his cock into her virgin pussy, It was similar to the night that he first had sex with his one and only night. Though at the time he was a virgin as well as his wife. This was different though, he was going to taste what a virginity is from the point of view of someone that was inexpereinced. So tight yet so most. HIs hips thrusted, his breaths grew heavier, and his hands stimulated her nipples constantly. What's intresting to note was the fact that his first time wasn't the "Missionary position, but the now what most eople called "doggy style.". As his passion grew, his ability of telepathy began to flow two ways. His own thougts and memories began to flow into her. Though he's never been a vampire while married to his wife, he's never had sex since his marriage ended in him being widowed. This was a new expereince for him.
 
Claire shut her eyes. He was pushing too much into her mind, and the fact that he was showing her scenes of his first time making love to his wife was not something she wanted to see. She hoped he got that message. And, then, it started to happen so fast. The sharp pain of his cock thrusted inside her. She squeezed her eyes, the pain was spreading so much. Instead of pleasure, pain was hitting her. Her eyes started to water. She wasn't making much of a sobbing noise, it was just pain. She opened her eyes, and realized something with a start. Oh my god. It was a good thing she was exiled, because there was no way she could explain this. Having sex before marriage?! Unacceptable. Totally unacceptable. She looked up at him, and when the pain was finally gone, and when she had blinked the tears away, she looked at him, thrusting his hips in and out of her.
 
He sensed her thoughts, knowing that the visions of his past were to much for her. To the best of his ability he tried to supress them admidst the orgasmic thrusts his cock performing. He did sense the pain however vanish from the now not so virgin Angel Claire. He figured now he should thrust a little slowly. The pain was gone in an instant, and he wanted to savor every last moan, she would make. HE wanted to get her to beg, to go faster and harder. Yes. With this tnight and many more nights to come, He will turn this Angel to a Demon in bed, and a wonderful lover in the daylight, he had thought forsaken him. he breathed slowly, beginning to whisper sweet yet dirty things to her.
"Your body is fragile and beautiufl" He would say one moment. and in another " Your so wet, and sultry, You should see your face, so sunk in to pleasure and extecy." He finished the sentence out with a slight pinch of her nipples.
 
Claire began to breathe again. Slowly, she looked at him. Her legs were loosely cradling his hips, leaning her head up to see him. Her fingertips brushed against his cheek, her body shaking with every thrust, pleading him to go faster. "Darling, please.. I beg of you, please go faster.." Her body was shaking, shivering from all the wonderful pleasure he was giving her. With every thrust, her moans just got louder and louder until she couldn't bear it anymore. She gripped his shoulders, screaming now with all the thrusts. She heard the bed creaking, blushing, they were making so much noise. And looking down at the sheets, she saw the light stain of her blood on the sheets, hoping he didn't mind. After all, he did cause it. "I need you.." She breathed, now than ever, she realized that she did belong with him in his home, their home. She knew she wouldn't be able to cope, live her life without him.
 
"Then..." He commanded . " Release yourself in be mine.. I... I... I've waited so long..." HE said the pace of his cock going in and out of her pussy increasing. Sweat was emerging from his brow, His eyes dilated in sexual need and lust. He began to Move with a certain rythm. The room grew louder with their groans. He new that if anyboy else lived in the house, the noise can be heard anywhere in the building. He sensed her thoughts, and sensed that at last she would give into the bonds that he will bind her with. This was only the first step into a wider world that he had only known briefly since he was a mortal. As a vampire he saw and experienced everything, accept the sweet desire and loving of a true Angel. Even thought she was exhiled.

His breathes grew more shallow, but he made one more bold move. He attempted to synchronize his orgasm with her's to truly share in the entire experience. This would be the first time He would do this...
 
Claire bucked her hips against his, her body covered with sweat, glistening under the moonlight. She screamed, as he finally hit the spot, her body bucking under his body, cumming all over his cock, and dripped over her own thighs, laying limp on the bed. She blinked, not expecting that it would be so pleasurable after the pain that had hit her so hard in the beginning. Every muscle hurt after she had came. She blushed, as she realized he was still buried inside her, that he was going to cum inside her. Her head was thrown back against the pillow, waiting for it, craving for him to fill her. Curious, she didn't know what it would feel like. Unlike him, she didn't have as high of a sex drive that he did. She was an angel, she wasn't allowed to think, to crave sex every moment. She hadn't been waiting for him for centuries. She didn't know what kind of mating he had in mind for her. "Darling.." She breathed, when she had cum onto him, cherishing the intimate moment.
 
His screams with her screams. He had done it, their orgasm synchronized, and their bodies mingled together. His own orgasm was imminent. As he continued to fuck her constantly, as his cum was diving into her as he began thrusting. He pinched her nipples, his eyes were locked on to hers as he began thurst and tease her. When she finally went off her self, lost herself in her own and as well as his orgasm, He breathed and groaned with her. The warmth was immediate throughout his body. For a vampire this warmth was different. And it made his blood boil and for some odd reason he felt deeply connected with her. After his final release with her, he laid down on her side, and breathed heavily.

He held her close that evening, not wanting to let her go. He had found something to cherish for the rest of eternity.
"That was wonderful.." were the words that left his mouth. He was swimming in his lust and love.
 
Once he started to scream, and cum himself, she shivered. Claire looked up, feeling an immense shudder of pleasure run through her body as she felt him orgasm deep within her depths. She laid on his chest, curling up with him. She looked out the window, the night was pitch black. She would have to drive back home tomorrow. He would never let her go. And, she wasn't sure if vampires slept at all. She collapsed on his bed, pulling the blankets over their bodies. She had fallen to sleep rather quickly, turning over on her side. She could only sleep on her side, cuddling with her newfound soul mate, clutching him close.
 
The night passe in a whispers, and he dreamed dreams of a brand new utopia, with her. Morning came, and for a moment he forgot where he was, but he was soon brought back to reality when he felt a fragile presence near him. Richter stared at Claire as she slept soundly in his arms. It was almost noon. Had they overselpt? He didn't they did. To wake her up, he placed his hands to his new soul mates pussy, and began to tease and play with her until she was to the brink. Needless to say he knew it would work soon....

Hours later...
He got fully dressed, this time he was wearing a bright blue suit with a light brown trench coat, he stared at his green eyes from the mirror. There was a lot of work to be done. Among which, he wanted to Claire with her llving in his home. He would have to hire servants this time to take care of her needs. A little earlier after he fully got up, he began to conduct research on "Claire Adams" and found that she had no job but "Charity Work" Which was a polite way of fooling neighbors into giving up money. Now that she was with him, he would have to change that attitude. Perhaps he would get her a Job working in the "Underground society" Of creatues such as Claire an herself. There was certainly a lot of exhiled Angels in the country, and getting a job helping them would be on her way. The next thing he would do was teacher "More" Things in bed. He wanted a lover who was just as assertive as he was. He future certainly looked bright
"I'd like you to move in with me... I know it's soon but, I went to cement this little union. .." he said.
 
Claire felt his hands on her pussy, and swatted his hands away, wanting to do nothing more than just sleep. Finally, she had got up an hour later, pouting at him when he woke her up. He'd find out what the wrath of an angel sounded like. It was called silent treatment for the whole day. She hated being disturbed, which is why she needed to head home today. She looked up, and found him... not here. She looked around, and eventually found him on a computer, conducting research. When she saw her name, she pouted. Again. If she knew he wanted to force her to get another job, he was wrong. Charity was all about giving to other unfortunate people. She didn't "take" their money, and do whatever she wanted with it. No, it was an honourable thing, to be raising money for a country ravaged by diseases, or an earthquake. She sat up in bed, bringing the bedsheets to wrap around her body. Nothing could have prepared for his next sentence. He wanted her to move into his house? Why couldn't it be the other way around? She wasn't moving in here. She was still angry with him for a] waking her up and b] for researching on her life. Still, she couldn't say nothing. She said, "No. I'm not moving in with you. Not tonight. Maybe some day, but not today. I have to get going, I have to go back to my apartment." Rummaging, she found her dress, and first, slipped her bra over her chest, next came her nightgown.
 
He laughed, and glad she had that independent spirit she had now. This certainly was going to be a battle, different from the battles he fought sevearl hundreds of years ago. A battle of hearts. It was going to be a challenge.
"Well then, We'll talk more about this later. Oh I have to give you this. He pulled out a painting, it was of his house but there was definitly some magical energy surroudning it. "You won't have to drive here and waste gas, I know how unkind gas has been lately. With this painting you can come over to my manor at anytime, and I of course will always be waiting for you. well Most times, I travel around the world a lot." He got up and stretched his arms. ANd kissed her gently on the lips.
"And I'm sorry for spying on you... I would like to get to know my soul mate a little more say for dinner tonight??"
 
"You travel around the world a lot?!" Claire exclaimed, unbelieving this. She didn't do long-distance relationships. She fumed, and shook her head, "If you really don't want me to drive, I have wings." She was still angry with him for researching on her. "You could have just asked." Dinner? She didn't know, she was pretty mad just now. She said, "I don't know about dinner. Maybe, maybe not." She pouted, and grabbed her things. She headed into the bathroom, the door was open, she ran her fingers through her hair to get it nice and smooth, to make it look like she hadn't just had sex. She thought it wouldn't be fair to him if she just left without a kiss, so getting on her tip-toes, she kissed his cheek. Yes, a kiss on the cheek. That's all he was getting. She slipped on her shoes, and went back to her car, to drive back to her home in peace. She had a lot to think about. And, seeing as how she didn't grab breakfast, she grabbed a muffin and a cup of coffee from Starbucks before heading home.
 
He was stunned at the action. He did have a life outside of this bedroom.
"Hey Wait a minute " He said, She was angry. And he was unable to explain himself to her. He traveled around the world for work, but the nature of his work was very different from what he usually did. He could go around the world world but it was instantaneous he had a jewel that teleported him all over. yet she had rushed out with out cause. he noted that she was a little to emotionally. She would have to accept compromise. He knew it. And so should she. He got up and let for work shortly afterward. He was more a less a Counselor for creatures like himself trying to live among mortals...

Hours later he got out of work, teleporting from China, counseling some water spirits. He picked up the phone, and proceeded to call her new soulmate (He had gotten her number earlier from his research), hoping that her anger had settled.
"Claire are you there?" He said when he heard the answering machine pick up instead.
 
Claire sighed, and hearing his desperate message, picked up the phone, and talked to him, explaining why she was angry. Three things. He never told her that he travelled around the world, and that she would have to get used to it. Secondly, he was forcing her to move in with him. Third, he researched on her, he didn't have the balls to just ask her? She thought that was rude. But, she knew she didn't want to be mad at him forever. She told him, "Listen, I had a hard day at work. And, I just want to relax right now." She had soaked her feet in her electronic foot massager. She placed her feet in the warm machine, as it rubbed the base of her feet. "I'm not mad at you anymore. I understand that you have to work. I'll be fine."
 
"are you sure. He asked hesitantly... There were some things he would have to learn about the female mind, and there are some things he would have to earn from her. Like her full trust. He was up to the task though, and he will be ready for it. "Did I mention that I had a flexible schedule?" He finished hoping to make her feel a little bit better by herself. "Or that I have a mode of transportation that will take me around the world instantly. I could take you? and it won't be a problem the world is our stage, for all eternity." He finished quiettly he'll enjoy her. He just knows it...

He talked further about his days and dealings, letting the day go by, just as well he began to ask her about her day, hoping to alleviate some of her already made stress.
 
Claire frowned, okay.. so she wasn't completely over it. But, she wanted to be. Didn't that count? She sat down on her couch, and said, "I don't want to travel. If you want, you can travel all you want. I understand it's for your job, and that's fine." She nodded, and said, "I don't want to stay on the phone. I'll.. see you later." She hung up the phone, and placed her cell phone on the coffee table. She went into her bathroom to take a quick shower. She had been wearing the same dress for two days, and threw that in the hamper. She needed a hot shower. And once she was done, she dressed in her flannel PJs, crawling into her warm bed, snuggling into the blankets. She was glad she didn't have to share a bed, it was nice just having it all to herself. She breathed it in, as her body collapsed into the mattress, and slowly slipping into unconsciousness.
 
That night....
"Are you serious?"
"We recieved the call in the other night, Somebody is hunting exhiled Angels..." This did not bode well for Richter. He looked over at his watch. Almost midnight. The man in dark cloak an hood, was looking at him from a mirror. It was a two way Communication device, for anybody in the "unde ground". The tension just rose to an astonishing heart beat. If Richter's heart was alive that is.
"and Just where did you get this information."
"Where else, We do have informants in the Heaven realm...."
"They do know that earth is off limits, no interference..."
"Tell that to the radicals... over there..."
"Thanks you've been helpful... I'll see what I can do about the exiles...." He responded desperately. He got up immediately and got out his trench coat and for good measure his claymore blade. He would go travel to Claire's house and make certain that she was safe, before he went and called upon the other exiles. He'd fly there himself, but it was the time of the year before he had to drink "Sacred" blood, A substance which suppressed his hunger for humans. Either way he had to go quickly. He went to his car....

Meanwhile...
Right outside Claire's house, a figure not of this world was standing and stalking in the night....
 
Claire was busy sleeping, all her stress had gone away. All her doors were locked for security purposes. She had no idea that people, vampires, were looking for her kind. She hadn't done anything wrong. She curled her hands around the blanket, murmuring something quietly in her sleep, her body curled up nice and warm in the blankets. She had been angry right before she went to sleep, and right now, she did not want to see her beloved, not right now. Tomorrow, she would think of what to say, and how to deal with the situation, but right now, she was too tired to even think. She had already passed out on the mattress, waiting for daylight to stream through the window.
 
The shadowy figure slipped through the windows, bypassing the security Claire had placed in. Modern day techonology was no obstacle to him, it mattered not what the "Hunter", as he would soon be dubbed do.

In the meantime, Richter was rushing in hi Nissan Maxima, driving desperatley in the night, trying to get to her house. He wondered why did she refuse the two way painting. It would have made going to her house so much the easier. It felt like and eternity waiting on her exit. But he was both focused and determined to reach his goal and his target.

The shadow hunter stalked up the stairs, sensing the Angel he was ordered to kill, and bring back. He was outside her door ready to burst into her room at any moment, he was savoring his new prey, ready to pounce and sink his teeth in.
 
Claire didn't know what was happening. She was deep in sleep, curled up on her warm bed. She heard some small noises, but figured that it was just the wind or some other people in the apartment building. She didn't live in a house, unlike Richter. She shivered from the cold, waking up, and closing the window, curtains. Damn. She needed to go the bathroom. After doing her business, she lunged back into her warm bed, snuggling into it, pulling the blankets over her shoulders, blasting the cold away. She didn't know what was to come. For all she knew, everything was safe. She was safe.
 
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