Chapter Four

"So, you betray me at every turn. You make it obvious that I can't trust you not to run. You still don't believe that I own you body and soul. You cannot escape me, nor thwart my desires. You are Mine." She considered him coldly. "A small lesson in control seems to be in order then."

David felt, rather than saw, her hands at the waistband of his jeans, and he heard the sound of ripping cloth as she tore them open. He shuddered a little as he considered the strength it took to casually rip asunder a sturdy pair of denims. He felt the unmistakable draft of cool air as she laid him bare. Likewise, he felt her long sharp nails delicately trail over the length of him, circling the base of his shaft before meandering teasingly up his belly until she was back in his line of sight. There was no reassurance to be found in her features, no hint of human compassion. Her fangs were bared, glistening in the dim light and her eyes were completely feral. David jerked and strained violently, struggling futilely against the unmoving grasp of the birdmen. It was a useless struggle; he was utterly at her mercy.

"Remember this." She snarled and disappeared from view.

She was no sooner out of sight than she began to hum that same peculiar tune that had lured him into the henge the previous evening. David again felt the stirrings of unwanted desire, a desire so great it felt as if it could never be sated. Despite himself, his blood began to boil. Though it was merely seconds, it seemed an eon passed before he felt her hot breath against his already rampant shaft. The humming stopped then, but he was too far gone to notice as her tongue burned slickly around its head and snaked its way down then back up the stiff length. He felt the needle pricks of her teeth as her lips closed smoothly around the tip of the engorged shaft. She inched her way down, biting and teasing, slowly taking more and more of him into her hot wet mouth. When her lips at last brushed his scrotum, she began to move slowly up and down. As she increased her tempo, she reached up and began rolling one nipple tightly between her thumb and forefinger. All conscious thought left him then, a prisoner of sensation. He was nearing the crest of a huge climax when she suddenly stopped, returning him cruelly to reality. Grabbing his gonads in one clawed hand, she squeezed them tightly, painfully. Rising to meet his eyes, she licked her lips in satisfaction. "I don't choose to permit this now. You will wait, just as you are, wanting." She paused briefly, then hissed out a parting shot. "Do you see now? You will give me what I need. You can't avoid it." Grinning viciously, she disappeared, presumably to continue her interrupted rest.

David lay there in agony, staring helplessly at the ceiling. The bitch had left the birdmen pinning him to the table, so there was absolutely nothing he could do to assuage his need. He was effectively forced to do exactly as she had commanded. Seething with rage, he could do nothing but wait.

It seemed like hours before David drifted off into an uncomfortable, haunted sleep. Almost immediately he was awakened again, plagued by a different sort of pain. He was immediately conscious of a raging hunger, unlike anything he'd ever felt. It ran like cold fire throughout his entire being, a burning so intense that it threatened to consume him if he did not slake it at once. It quickly became his sole focus and he began to struggle desperately against the stone grasp of the birdmen, unmindful of the nearness of the blade at his throat.

"So…" Anne's voice growled sarcastically. "It begins. Does my precious darling with to feed?"

"Feed? Yes…yes.. Now! Gods, yes…Free me!" He was so completely beyond self-control that his voice rose to an ear-splitting scream on the last word.

"Let us go then." She hummed tunelessly and the birdmen suddenly released him and shuffled stiffly back to their original positions. She continued to hum as he struggled to his feet, kicking the remains of his jeans to the floor. Without a word, she handed him a long black cloak and motioned for him to follow her up and out of their lair.

David followed her up the stone stairs on wobbly legs. The hunger ate at him, increasing the unsteadiness of his gait. He had no thought left but to feed, and only she could see that he did. Even in his sorry state, he knew that he must learn the way of things now. The day just passed had proven that he would have to plan and gain strength before he could hope to escape her. As they emerged silently into the moonlit henge, his eyes focused immediately on the two figures kneeling there. A man and a woman, both were naked and held in thrall by Anne's music. Even across the circle, he could smell the woman. Tasting her sweet musk on the air, feeling the pulse of life within her, he suddenly knew with a surety that defied reason what he must do.

Slipping through the shadows, he circled the henge until he stood directly across from her. He took one step forward to stand in the circle bathed in moonlight. Her spellbound eyes lifted to meet his gaze, and she rose lithely to her feet. She walked dreamily towards him, arms outstretched as if to welcome a lover. The girl writhed in ecstasy as he stepped forward into her embrace, nuzzling her, inhaling the scent of her, absorbing the feel of her as his lips burned a trail to the pulse that beat so strongly at her throat. His hunger surged then, blinding him momentarily, silencing the small part of him that gibbered in horror at what he was about to do. Moaning softly through his teeth, he succumbed and let his fangs sink deep into her veins, draining her very essence from her, bleeding her dry. Finally, sated, senses reeling, he dropped her empty husk to the ground.

As he felt her blood thrum through him, warming him, his lust began once more to rise. Looking across the circle he saw that Anne had finished with the man as well. The naked wantonness of her eyes mirrored his own desire, and his lust flared incandescently in response. In two long strides, he was beside her, grasping her arms, pulling her roughly to him. Driven by a desire beyond control, fueled by the rush of hot new blood, the two dropped to the grass entwined, oblivious to the world.

(c) M.C. Sak 1999