Something About Melinda. By DrDan
Copyright 1999 by DrDan
It was only an email message from my girlfriend. I mean, how ominous
could something so seemingly innocuous possibly be? Melinda wanted me to
meet her at 9:00 P.M. at her home. She hadn’t discussed the possibility
of anything resembling a date for the occasion, so there were no definitive
plans to go anywhere or to engage in any specific activities except for my
visiting her at the house. Simple enough, one would think we would simply
pleasure ourselves with one another’s company once we got together. Since
I had never actually been inside her home before, I was certain that there
would be plenty for us to see and do.
Upon reading the message a second time, however, I felt the familiar
sensation of beetles dancing in my stomach and goosebumps raising on my
skin. The single paragraph email was more of an order than an invitation.
There were no directions to call her to confirm things and it hadn’t seemed
as though she’d considered the possibility that something urgent would
arise at the last moment. The unspoken instruction was to drop everything
and attend, an instruction she knew I was certain to follow.
With each successive encounter, Melinda seemed to be consolidating the
rather dominant role she had defined for herself in our relationship. She
was the one who initially pursued me at a party thrown by a mutual
acquaintance, cornering and engaging me in a conversation about blues
artists. It was a subject she somehow knew would pique my interest and
about which she proved to be unusually knowledgeable, a trait that
impressed me greatly.
When the conversation drifted to topics of a more personal nature,
Melinda bemoaned the fact that her 5’11" frame and assertive nature
intimidated many of the she dated. She was indeed a rare beauty, tall
and statuesque, of ancestry and wearing a clingy jade green silk
dress, a garment that accentuated her shapely body exceptionally well. I
took the opportunity to reveal my interest in her.
"Well," I stuttered, "perhaps then you need to find someone than
yourself who’s maybe a bit more mature." I smiled broadly, pausing for just
a second, "maybe someone like me." Melinda looked into my eyes, her
curiosity piqued.
"And what makes you think that you’re than I am?" She giggled just
slightly, but knowingly, as though she were guarding a secret.
"Umm... it’s obvious." I smiled and shifted uncomfortably, not wishing
to reveal too much. "You’re still a woman, I’m approaching middle
age." Melinda smiled and pecked me tenderly on the lips.
"Awww, that’s sweet," she cooed softly, "but please remember that things
are not always as they seem, and that it’s not too difficult sometimes to
get yourself into more trouble than you had bargained for."
"Trouble?" I chuckled, sensing a cryptic come on. "I’d risk all the
trouble in the world for someone like you." I watched her eyes widen as she
licked her lips and looked me up and down, in much the same manner that a
butcher would inspect a side of beef.
"Yes," she repeated, "trouble. You look like a well worth having,
but I need for you to understand what you’re getting yourself into" I shot
a quick glance between Melinda’s legs as she uttered the words "getting
yourself into."
"I would take that chance for the opportunity to be with someone like
you," I smiled, eyeing her in the same manner she had me.
Melinda didn’t utter a word, rather she smiled and took me by the hand,
leading me to an adjacent bedroom. The ensuing sexual encounter, while
indescribably erotic in the conventional sense, was also one of the more
esoteric trysts I had ever experienced. Melinda repeatedly licked my head
and neck, and seemed to have an unusual interest in a tiny spot on my face
where I'd recently cut myself shaving. She on the small wound,
successfully a drop of blood, smiling as she swirled it sensually
on her tongue. Melinda harder and carefully drew a tiny stream of
blood. She raked it across her teeth, smiling, then cupped my face in her
hands. She pulled us nose to nose and swallowed slowly, her mouth puffing
up into a contented grin as I lost myself in her earthy gaze. A powerful
chill simultaneously danced up my spine, short circuiting my nervous system
and briefly buckling my knees. I knew in the depths of my being that it
was coming through her eyes.
Those eyes, gazing deeply into mine, piercing my psyche and laying a
claim on my soul.
"On you knees, lover," she whispered, pushing on my shoulders until I
crumpled deliriously to the floor. Melinda guided my head under her dress,
between her legs, shrinking the size of my world, encapsulating me in a
velvety darkness strongly punctuated by the aroma of her most intimate
scent. I allowed my mouth to hang open, my tongue protruding ever so
slightly.. until a strong hand clutched the back of my neck and pushed me
into her sex.
I greeted the swelled, moist familiar shape of engorged labia lips with
abandon; suckling, licking, kissing and slurping. I greedily swallowed her
wetness like a dehydrated inhaling the last few drops from a spent
canteen. I was overcome with arousal, then dizziness, then an odd
detachment as the secretions stung my eyes and dribbled down my throat.
Melinda clamped her thighs around my face and spent herself on me, her
moans muffled as I instinctively parted my jaws to catch and consume her
gushing juices.
Melinda lifted her dress, her legs and I dropped. I fought an odd
altered state of semi-paralysis as I fell to the floor, watching helplessly
as she methodically undressed us and mounted my stiff cock, fucking me hard
and deep, pinning my wrists and raking her teeth across the soft skin on my
neck. When she drew blood she and lapped it luxuriantly as though
she were a debutante at a wine tasting. Melinda rode herself to a long,
throaty orgasm before dismounting and taking my cock into her hand. With a
few short jerks I spasmed in climax,sending a rope of hot spewing
across my stomach and chest. She smeared my evenly across my body
before piercing her own finger with a needle, carefully measuring out a few
drops of her own blood and commingling it with my semen, forming a paste of
sorts. I watched helplessly.. my limbs still feeling like lead.. as she
dolloped the mixture lightly onto strategic areas on my body, my forehead,
my neck, behind my kneecaps, and on my scrotal sac. Then she rose and
stood over me.. licking her lips.. a predatory smile crossing her face.
"There is no turning back now, my love," I breathed deeply, feeling the
paralysis abate a little. I looked into her eyes as she licked her lips.
"You are to be mine." Melinda helped me to my feet, rubbing the mixture of
drying bodily fluids deeper into my skin.
"I don't want you to shower today, darling." she cooed, "I want you to
think about me all night and through tomorrow. I want our scents to linger
and I want every thought that enters your mind to be prefaced with a
thought about me. Now get dressed and go home." She turned and walked
away, blowing a brief kiss as my strength returned. I staggered away,
staying at the party only long enough to regain my composure before
slipping away.
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I had no trouble finding the house. It was a modest, modern level
bungalow overlooking the ocean with an oversized front yard and a chained
Rottweiler barking in the front yard. Although it was difficult to
make out specific details in the darkness, it was obvious that the
structure was tidy and well kept up.
I had an ominous feeling as I approached the house, having dated Melinda
for some months now and nurturing a premonition of dread I was afraid
awaited me on this particular day. We had replayed the sexual tryst that
took place on our first meeting several times by now, at some times more
intensely than at others. It always involved her consumption of a small
quantity of my blood and my wearing a small quantity of hers. I couldn't
help but feel a psychic exchange, a compromise of my free will, a
progressive invasion of my soul strengthened with each encounter. Melinda
was on my mind more and more frequently, and it became increasingly
difficult for me to concentrate on my job or many of the more mundane
matters of my day to day life. I found myself masturbating perpetually,
neglecting my own affairs for the sake of fondling thoughts about my sweet
siren.
The growled ominously at me as I teetered up the walkway. I jumped
as he lunged for my leg, barely escaping the animal's clenching jaws as I
retreated, hearing a sharp rebuke break the darkness.
"Bruce!" It was Melinda. "That will be enough of that." Melinda looked
into my eyes as she swatted the retreating and smiled at me deeply,
greeting me with a warm embrace.
"Don't worry, sweetheart, the puppy will not harm you," Melinda licked
her lips, "only I will harm you."
She was casually dressed, wearing jeans, a T-shirt, and her trademark
python boots. I smiled nervously and offered her my arm, which she took as
she led me into the modestly furnished home. We seated ourselves on the
sofa, at which time she kissed my forehead tenderly and caressed my hair.
"How are you feeling, darling?" Her concern seemed genuine enough.
"Well, I-" Melinda smiled.
"Nervous, scared, a little afraid of me, aren't you?" I nodded
tentatively, pierced again by those globular brown eyes, softening and
comforting me now as she stroked my hair again and cradled me in her arms.
"I know, darling.. I know. It's normal to feel that way right about
now. My other pets all had the same experience, so be still. Don't make
things worse by resisting me. I am here to guide you through this
unsettling time. After tonight, things will become much clearer for you."
Melinda leaned over to kiss me, pushing her tongue deep inside my mouth,
enveloping me in the familiar canopy of control that had come to
characterize our relationship.
She kissed passionately for a moment, then broke it off, abruptly
directing my attention to an high school science textbook she had
placed on the coffee table. I thought it odd to punctuate an erotic moment
by consulting a drab reference, but I said nothing. She leisurely picked
the book up and began leafing through the pages. Melinda found the
appropriate place and grinned. The article looked to be one about a
specific insect.
"You know what? This has got to be my favorite bug," Melinda spoke
casually and pointed out a of an odd looking little creature. I
looked, mildly curious, wondering where she was going with this train of
thought. "..Abrostocetus Hagenowii.. it's a tiny little wasp that lives
in the western United States. It's a little carnivore which feeds
primarily on carrion, but when it comes time for the wasp to reproduce, it
does a very curious thing." Melinda looked into my eyes, licking her lips,
then continued.
"It goes out and searches for an insect to host its eggs. Typically
this is a beetle or some similar creature.. generally much larger than the
wasp itself. It stings the beetle with a poison that disorients it without
killing it. The wasp waits patiently for the poison to take effect, to
make his prey nice and docile." Melinda took time out from her narrative to
stroke my hair, placing special emphasis on the word "docile."
"The wasp then measures and chops off a portion of the beetle's
antennae, effectively rendering it senseless. It then herds the confused
prey into its lair, where it lays an egg on it and gives the beetle one
more sting to put it to sleep without killing it. When the egg hatches,
well..." Melinda smiled and closed the book "..let's just say that
breakfast is served." I looked at Melinda's soft smile and squirmed
uncomfortably, dreading that she was preparing to draw an analogy of some
sort between the carnivorous insect and the two of us. I didn’t have to
wait long.
"Relationships are funny, daniel. Really they are. There’s always a
good deal of talk about equality and the equitable distribution of power.
But in the real world, partners are seldom equals. Typically one partner
very clearly takes charge." Melinda looked right at me. "In this
particular case, I think the partner who has taken charge of things has
been me, wouldn't you agree?"
"You've taken charge sexually, I will admit to that, but I don't
necessarily think that means that-" Melinda laughed throatily.
"Oh, but it does. And I plan to prove it to you." She licked the tip of
her finger, trailing it along my nose and lips slowly, resting it on a tuft
of chest hair. "daniel, would you like to share with me what has happened
to you since we met? Do you find yourself thinking about me a lot?"
"Uhmm.. I think about you, yeah.. but I think that's normal in a
er-uhmmm.. woman relationship." Melinda just laughed and licked her
finger again, unbuttoning the top button on my shirt.
"I think you're not telling the whole truth, daniel. I believe that you
think of me all the time. I believe that your first thought in the morning
is of me and the last thought at night before you turn in is of me also." I
gulped and sighed heavily as she locked her eyes onto mine. Melinda smiled
and tugged my chest hair. Her voice lowered as she moved close to me and
almost whispered in my ear. "I've bitten you, daniel. Just like the wasp,
I have confused you and paralyzed you. I have disoriented you, rendering
you nearly unable to function. The first part of my plan has gone well,
very well indeed." I looked at her for a minute, horrified, then began to
stand up.
"I think-I think I need to leave..." I stood up, but found myself dizzy,
dazed, barely able to move. It was impossible to find the door. Melinda
came over and grabbed my wrists, forcing them over my head and looking into
my eyes. She spoke softly, unsmiling.
"Sit down, daniel.." Her grip was strong, my soul riveted. The senses
that had betrayed me returned once I was in her grasp. The only option was
obedience. I sat down and Melinda smiled.
"That’s very good, my love. Now let me explain a little bit about what
is going to happen next. Please keep in mind that what I am about to
impart to you constitutes ancient knowledge, very powerful and profound.
If you weren’t already mine, I wouldn’t share any of this with you.
However the process has already progressed beyond your mortal ability to
stop it." She smirked and sat next to me, stroking my hair and wiping the
perspiration from my brow. She took a deep breath and looked as though she
was preparing to deliver a familiar speech. Melinda licked her lips and
cleared her throat.
"Many centuries ago, a group of women who lived in the South American
Andes discovered something very special about the psychic connection
between the exchange of bodily fluids between people and the ensuing bond
that may be formed from that exchange. In many cases, the bond is
egalitarian, and people develop a relationship akin to one that close
siblings would have." Melinda paused and smiled, gently stroking my neck
near the carotid artery. "The ancient women, however, discovered that such
an exchange coupled with very specific sexual acts allowed them to gain
control of their partners to an almost frightening degree. They further
noticed that each psychic and sexual conquest allowed them to restore their
youthful beauty and vigor, and eventually that it allowed them to extend
their lifespans for an extraordinary period of time." Melinda licked my
neck, lightly scraping her teeth across my artery. I noted an increase in
my heart rate, as well as a sense of impending doom. "The lifespans of the
men, by contrast, tended also to lengthen by such exchanges. But they
benefited in other ways as well, because the essence of the woman lived in
them, providing a calming influence and checking their beastly nature for
as long as they did live. The also had an unusual opportunity to
express his total devotion and undying love for his woman by offering
himself to her in this manner."
"So you mean to tell me that you’re a vam- vampire?" I was aghast,
trying to resist her but feeling the psychic leash tightening. Melinda
laughed.
"No, silly. Modern vampire are based on the reality of what I
just explained to you. They are also terribly sexist and inaccurate, since
they almost always depict a male vampire and a female supplicant. Typical
nineteenth century sexism, in my opinion. The reality is completely
different, the roles are utterly reversed." Melinda smiled. "I haven’t
taken your soul yet, but once I do you will feel the length, depth, and
breadth of my power over you." I looked at her in disbelief, a rebellion
welling within me.
"This is absurd. For you to lay claim to my "soul" based upon your
swallowing a few drops of my blood is...ridiculous!" Melinda’s eyes
narrowed as she looked down at me. I felt a familiar twinge in my stomach
and those dark brown eyes burrowing through me. I sensed her displeasure
but continued with my diatribe. "..hypnosis, perhaps, or the inducement of
a peculiar form of panic. I attribute that to some skillful erotic
manipulation on your part. But a "soul" is far to ethereal to quantify,
much less possess." Melinda only grinned and then spoke very, very softly.
"Oh but the soul does exist, daniel. Your soul will, in fact, be taken
over by mine before the evening is over." She ran a finger along my
forehead and nose, scratching very lightly, then down my lips to my neck.
She pinched a spot on my throat ever so slightly. "Right there is a good
place, I think. That’s always a wonderful spot to open a wound. The blood
tends to gush, and the supplicant does stop resisting after only a few
seconds." She smiled as I began to back away from her on the sofa. Melinda
followed, scooting near. "Don’t worry, I won’t kill or even seriously
injure you. But I am going to make you mine. You will know what it is to
be overwhelmed by a force which you cannot comprehend." She smiled wickedly
as I shook my head wordlessly, fearfully, trying in vain to keep her at
bay.
Melinda reached out and grabbed me suddenly by the ear, pulling my head
abruptly towards hers. I resisted, jerking away as she pulled harder and
managed to snake her other hand through some of my hair. After roughly
yanking my head to one side to expose the arteries bulging beneath my skin,
she opened her mouth wide, clamping down hard on me and sealing the grip
tightly with her lips. I felt her tongue briefly scan my defenseless neck,
searching, probing for exactly the right spot, then shrieked in terror as
her incisors punctured me, simultaneously the blood from my body
and yet holding me tenderly, beckoning me wordlessly not to fight her. I
felt her skillfully take my essence from me, the blood spilling out of me
in hot spurts at first until I became dizzy and detached, unable to resist
her, perched on the cusp of losing consciousness.
She stopped and just lapped at my wound now, seemingly able to
stem the flow of blood from my severed artery magically with a few strokes
of her tongue. She licked like a kitten, trailing her tongue leisurely
across my neck, savoring the liquid that remained until she had consumed
it, then blowing lightly on the bite to seal it shut before looking into my
eyes. I met her gaze weakened and barely to move or breathe, my mouth
agape, so submissive and contrite. Her eyes were a conduit for something
powerful, and as I lost myself in their depths I felt something enter me,
an energy dancing electrically down my spine and then back up again,
filling me with vigor yet not filling me too fully. Melinda leaned down
and kissed me deeply, forcing her tongue inside me, painting the roof of my
mouth with the taste of my own blood. She pulled back, regarding me,
licking her lips and smiling broadly.
"Stand up and take off all your clothes." she said. "Do it slowly.
Unwrap yourself like a Christmas gift for me." I did as she said, slowly
rising and removing my clothing methodically as she kicked me a little with
her boot.
"Dance, boy. Don’t bore me. You need to keep me happy." I responded by
dancing sinuously, sensually for her, moving licentiously to some imaginary
tune I knew she was thinking of, teasing like a strip club performer and
slowly disrobing. I surprised myself and delighted her, my limbs taking a
life of their own as my own motor skills were repressed. I took my cues
from her gaze, ultimately winding up naked before her and suddenly weak
again, collapsing into the couch beside her. She looked at me and smiled,
stroking my hair, then forcing my mouth open. She deliberately cut her
finger on my tooth and then removed her hand, dotting her blood on my face,
neck, and shoulders, marking me, purring lowly. My body responded almost
on cue with a deep sexual arousal as she moved down to grope my genitals,
deliciously painting them in blood as she did so. She licked my neck and
face again, then paused to look into my eyes.
"We’re almost finished, daniel. Very soon now you will be mine."
Melinda locked her eyes onto mine, pulling me into an inescapable psychic
vortex. She continued speaking softly, sensuously, and very slowly. "The
bondage I’m creating for you involves an exchange of fluids, daniel. I
have extracted and consumed a good deal of blood from your body, but unless
you extract and consume a specific bodily fluid of mine, the bond will not
seal." She stroked my hair and tended to the wound on my neck with her
finger, continuing. "The final exchange must be consensual. I cannot
force you to relinquish your soul, nor would I desire the soul of one who
would notwillingly give it to me." She kissed me tenderly on the cheek and
looked into my eye, stroking my hair. "I’ve taken you this far, daniel,
will you allow me to guide you the rest of the way into your new life?" I
inhaled sharply and trembled, mustering my vanquished will, and glared
defiantly, albeit weakly.
"No." I whispered, almost inaudibly. Melinda looked at me and broke
into a giggle.
"No? Are you saying no to me?" I nodded as she continued to chuckle,
almost as though she’d expected such a response.
"Please Melinda," I whispered softly, weakly, nude and rock hard before
my fully clothed girlfriend. "please let me go. I don’t want this. Allow
me to go home. Give me my life back." Melinda just smiled and spoke
softly.
"Darling, if you want me to release you from your bondage, I will freely
do so." She licked her lips and held me tightly, her hand stroking my rock
hard cock. "You should know, however, that your carotid artery is severed.
It is only the spell of dominance that I’m weaving which keeps your blood
behind its walls. Should I release you now, you will likely bleed to death
in less than a minute." She smiled triumphantly as I whimpered, not certain
whether to believe her but knowing that a mistake could be fatal. She
continued to speak. "So you see, sweetheart, while you may be free of me
if you so desire, this is the last time you will ever say ‘no’ to me
regardless of your decision."
Melinda smiled and abruptly stood up, breaking eye contact, striding
purposefully across the room. "Come to me darling. Crawl to me. Give
yourself willingly, unconditionally. Surrender to me. I give you a minute
to decide before I break the spell. Choose your freedom and die, or be
mine and live forever!"
My consciousness churned like a tornado. I looked across the room at
Melinda standing, legs spread and arms crossed, licking her lips. She was
so sexy, so powerful, and essentially irresistible. I crumpled to the
floor and found myself crawling slowly, hand over hand, knee over knee, to
where she stood. She looked down at me, expressionless, unimpressed.
"Tell me what you want, daniel. Tell me now, please."
"I want..." The words came with great difficulty "I want to be yours,
Melinda." She looked down at me, smiling slightly.
"Mmmmm, I must have scared you then, mustn’t I?" She strode in a circle
around me as my body began to weaken. I could feel the wound on my neck
begin to crack open slightly, with a few drops of blood trickling out and
spilling onto the floor. "Why should I have you now? Just a moment ago
you wanted me to release you. Is your change of heart truly out of
devotion to me, or is it to save your own hide?"
"Please, Melinda! I beg you!" A warm stream trickled down my neck,
nestling in my chest hairs and dripping onto the floor. The severed artery
was breaking open. "I don’t want to die!"
"Not good enough," she smirked. "Nobody wants to die. Either convince
me now that I should take you or I shall shortly feed your carcass to the
dog!" I shook with terror as the wound opened a bit more, the stream of
blood gushing a little more freely, my senses reeling, lightheadedness
setting in. I looked up at her in reverie, deciding suddenly to bare my
soul.
"Oh Melinda, I-I must be dense. I have not been able to grasp what has
been happening to me of late." I barely noticed as the trickle of blood
began to slow. "I love you and want to be with you, but I am afraid of you
as well. Please don’t misinterpret my trepidation. My first response is a
cautious one when it comes to ownership of my soul, but if I were to give
it away, it would be to you." Melinda looked down at me and smiled, mussing
my hair ever so slightly.
"That is sweet, daniel. But do you really feel that way? Would you
really give it freely if it were not forced upon you?"
"Yes, Mistress." It was the first time I had called her that. "To you,
I would give it freely." Melinda held me close. The bleeding had stopped.
"Then I release you," she said. "The spell is broken. You will not
die. Should you choose to walk away from this relationship right this
minute, the wound will not reopen. You are free."
"No, Mistress," I nuzzled next to her legs. "I would rather that you
take me if you will have me." Melinda smiled down on me, then bent over to
plant a kiss on the crown of my head.
"Thank you, daniel. That is very sweet. We must complete the exchange
in order to seal the bond. Are you ready to do that now?" I nodded,
weakening just a little bit once again. She looked down at me. "daniel, I
want you to use just your mouth to take down my pants, then I want you to
pleasure me orally. When I climax, you will all of it. You may
feel a little strange as you do so. Don’t worry about that and don’t try
to fight it. Just think of me, think of your life up until now, and
consider what your future probably holds for you. Allow it to sweep you
away. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Mistress," I reached for her belt using just my mouth. Melinda
flashed an approving smile as I awkwardly tugged it loose. I wrapped my
tongue and lips around the clasp holding her jeans up, and managed to
unbuckle it. I unzipped the jeans with my lips and teeth, releasing a
pungent, dizzying, intimate scent that served to weaken me a bit further as
I tugged her down. Melinda grabbed me by the hair and began
backing up, beckoning me to follow as she sat down on a leather easy chair,
flipping her legs over my head, using her pulled down jeans to trap me
between them as I found myself staring straight into her sex.
"Kiss me, slave. Worship me with your mouth and give me the gift of
yourself." I nuzzled my way up Melinda’s inner thigh, intoxicated by her
feminine scent, and felt a tingle dance up my tongue as I touched her wet
clitoris with it and commingled some of her juices with my saliva. I
opened my mouth wide, holding my tongue out for her as she pulled me
inside. I kissed and licked with abandon, letting go, bathing her with my warm breath and plunging my tongue between her labia folds, curling
it, suckling, swallowing her juices as my eyes burned and my face became
numb. I felt a detachment, a displacement within my body, an almost
incomprehensible sensation of ecstasy coupled with dread. I burrowed my
tongue deeper within her, opening my mouth wider to capture her nectar,
more ardently stimulated her genitalia with my lips, tongue, and nose,
desiring above all else to please her and comply with her wishes. I
jettisoned my free will and acquiesced, a decision I was certain she sensed
when she pushed me deep within her wet crevice, clamping her thighs tightly
shut, reaching down to hold me close and hug me as she climaxed, her juices
covering my face and trickling down my throat.
Something intangible entered me, I’m not certain what. It worked its
way down my head and shoulders to my torso, then my pelvis, and finally to
the tips of my very toes. I felt a oneness with my Mistress, although the
merging was not of an egalitarian nature. She enveloped me, took me over,
pushed my psyche behind the scenes, and began taking control of my
thoughts, feelings, and even my motor skills. I abruptly became rock hard,
stiffer than I had ever recalled being, as what blood remained in my body
engorged my organ as though on cue. She lifted me up by the hair and
captured my gaze, pulling me towards her, thrusting her legs into the air,
coaxing my hard cock between her labial folds. I pushed myself inside her
to the hilt, thrusting slowly at first, then faster, harder, and deeper as
she writhed beneath me and emitted a low moan. Presently her eyes widened
as she gazed at my wounded neck, hungrily lunging for and capturing it
between her jaws again, emitting a primal scream as she fed on me and then
threw me over onto my back. She rode me, taking me, as physically endowed
with strength as I had been weakened, as though there had been a transfer.
She bucked and writhed atop me, as I lay supine and unable to move, her
mouth still fused to my neck. We climaxed simultaneously as I gave
everything to her, moaning, shaking, writhing, and then collapsing
powerless, paralyzed, feeling near death.
We lay like that for a while, with Melinda closing the wound on my neck
with a few deft flicks of her tongue. She purred and enveloped me with her
psyche, my spine tingling again as our eyes met and she seemed to restore
my strength with her gaze. Melinda smiled down at me.
"Well, lover," she asked. "How does it feel to be mine, utterly
completely mine?" I looked up at her, awestruck, terrorized, defeated, and
remade.
I tried to move my lips in response, but couldn’t. I simply couldn’t.
Melinda kissed me tenderly on the forehead, licking her way down my face,
sliding her tongue between my lips and probing my mouth delicately,
nurturing me. She looked into my eyes, her expression softening into a
luscious smile. "It’s okay my sweet," she said. "No reply is necessary."
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