The Unforgivable

The Unforgivable

         Willow walked into the bedroom dressed in a sheer white robe.  Aiden could see her crimson lace thong and dark erect nipples beneath it.  His sudden intake of breath told her that he liked what he saw.

         She flicked her wand silently, causing the curtains to close and the hundreds of candles to ignite into life.  She winked at Aiden and said, “I hope you’re naked under those sheets.  I have a magical night in store for you.”

         He threw the sheets off his muscled body to show her that her wish had been granted.  As her gaze went from his sapphire eyes to his rock hard shaft, she could feel moisture starting to dampen the coarse hair between her legs.

         She glided over to the bed, her feet barely touching the royal blue carpet.  She slowly released the belt that was holding her robe closed.  Aiden gazed in loving wonder at her round, ample breasts.

         “You’re so beautiful, my temptress.” He said huskily.

         She turned her back to him and slowly bent over, removing her lacy thong as she went.  She heard the squeak of the bed as Aiden stood up.  He walked over to her and placed his hands on her hips.  She stood up, faced him, and wrapped her arms around his neck.

         He pulled her into him, pressing his groin against her thigh, and kissed her.  His tongue slipped between her lips as she allowed him to explore her damp mouth.  She reached down and took his long thick endowment in her hand, slowly massaging it.

         He pressed her back from him and guided her onto the bed.  He kneeled beside the bed and gently parted her thighs.  His tongue lapped up her wetness and she fondled her own breasts, relishing the building tension as he brought her closer and closer to climax.

         Aiden felt her shiver as she began to come and slipped two fingers deep inside her dripping wet crevice.  Once her moans of pleasure had subsided, he rose up and pressed his body down on top of hers; kissing her so she could taste her own sweet juices.

         He slid inside her, savoring the tightness of it.  He moved slowly at first, waiting to hear her plead for more.

         “Harder!  Oh, please, faster!” she begged him, digging her long nails into his back and arching her back to allow him easier access.

         He honored the request and heard her groan with pleasure.  His hand found her bountiful breast as he plummeted deeper inside her openness.  He bit into her neck, drawing the blood that was his life force.  He drank then, filling himself with her sugary blood as he poured his seed inside her.  He let out a guttural growl as he rolled his sweating body off hers.

         She shivered and looked at him with an adoring gleam in her eyes.

         “You know what the coven would do to me if they knew I was in love with a vampire?” she asked, although they had already spoken of this many times in the past week.

         “Of course I do.  But they can’t punish you for what they do not know.  They’ll never find out about us.  Your shielding spell over this house is too strong for them to sever.” He replied.

         Over the next three months, they would meet here in her bedroom to take pleasure in one another.  They would always have the same discussion afterward, both knowing that for a witch to love a vampire would mean death. 

        Eventually, however, their lust would be discovered by the high wizard of her coven.  They would come to slay her as she slept and that night, Aiden found her with a silver dagger through her heart.

        His mournful wails could be heard for miles around that fateful night.  He would live the rest of his days on this earth alone, and haunted by the taste of her blood in his throat.  He died one hundred years later, but their story would last long after his secluded passing.

        Because of the tales of a witch falling in love with a vampire, it was eventually seen as permissible, although atrocious.  Aiden and Willow had paved the way for others, and that is never forgotten.

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        As she closed the book, Retia looked over at her sleeping lover.  It was because of Aiden and Willow that she was allowed to love him, as she was a witch and he a vampire.  She smiled then, thankful for the sacrifice made many centuries ago, and placed a loving hand on her swollen stomach.