Forbidden Fruit

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Monday, March 30, 2015 (continued)

Godric walks down the stairs towards the location of the sex addiction meeting. He’s very interested to see how tonight’s meeting went. This is the final meeting Eric will be required to attend as part of his punishment from the Queen. Godric chuckles as he walks slowly down the stairs, knowing that his child found these last three months of abstinence especially trying. Eric has never been one to deny his urges, so this forced abstinence must have really chaffed his fangs. Godric chuckles again as he thinks of how angry Eric had been when he refused to issue a Maker’s command to keep his wayward progeny from seeking sexual gratification during his period of atonement. A Maker’s command would have made things too easy on his progeny; Eric needed to exercise self-control and discipline. He’s a thousand years old; having to practice abstinence for a three-month period wasn’t going to kill him.

As he reaches the door leading to the room where the meeting takes place, it flies open with such force that the knob is embedded in the concrete wall. His progeny, in all his glory, flies out of the room with a delicious smelling blonde in his arms. Eric does not even pause to notice Godric’s presence. He flies up the stairs and out of the building. What the hell is that about?

Godric walks in the room to find Dr. Ludwig remaining. She is walking around the room, returning the pamphlets and information packets she always set out back to her briefcase. The tiny doctor grumbles under her breath about animals being raised in a barn having no manners as she kicks at the trash the members of the group left on the floor underneath their chairs. Godric raises an eyebrow at Dr. Ludwig’s tirade and she cackles with humor.

“The Queen’s second was here to verify your progeny’s attendance at the meeting. It seems that Northman’s restraint given the temptation that’s been under his nose the last few weeks made Sophie-Anne suspicious that he wasn’t complying with the punishment she’d set forth. It seems my reports on Northman’s attendance weren’t enough proof for the Queen,” Dr. Ludwig says with contempt. She is a doctor; she is politically neutral among all Supernatural species and is protected by all species. She finds it insulting that Sophie-Anne Leclerq questioned her integrity. Never will Dr. Ludwig play favorites with any of her patients . . . well, maybe one patient.

“So I am to assume from the whirlwind that passed me in the hallway that my child’s punishment has ended?” Dr. Ludwig nods and chuckles again. “Only my child would bring his celebratory meal with him to a sex addiction meeting,” Godric says with a sigh.

Dr. Ludwig cackles again. “That wasn’t any celebratory meal; that was the celebratory meal.” At Godric’s confused expression, Dr. Ludwig elaborates. “The blonde growth attached to his chest is Sookie Stackhouse, telepath and part-fairy. They met because her brother was one of the therapy patients until I kicked him out. Miss Stackhouse also happens to be the great-granddaughter of Niall Brigant.”

“Prince of the Sky Fae?” Godric groans and grips his hair in frustration. “Please tell me my child knows better than to fuck around with one of the members of the Fae ruling family! If he thought Sophie-Anne’s punishment was harsh, I can only imagine what Brigant will demand.”

“You worry unnecessarily Godric,” Dr. Ludwig says as she places a reassuring hand on his arm. “You’d be surprised at how much Eric has changed these last few weeks. I’ll admit he was reluctant in the beginning, but Miss Stackhouse appearing in his life had a drastic and immediate effect on him. Has he told you nothing about her?”

Godric shakes his head no. “Are you sure he isn’t acting? It wouldn’t be the first time Eric lied to a woman to get her in bed,” Godric says pensively. He remembers all the times Eric spoke with the silver tongue of the devil himself to charm and lie his way to a woman’s bed only to toss her aside when he got what he wanted. Why should Godric think this Stackhouse woman would be any different?

“If he were acting, why would he seek my advice on how to go about pursuing a relationship with Sookie? After several of our sessions, Eric has stayed to ask my advice on how he should woo Miss Stackhouse. We’ve even had a brief discussion about bonding. I did tell him that before they approach that level of commitment, they need to discuss it with the Fae prince. Not that I think he will mind; Niall is already aware of the relationship, and he did say that the Northman is a strong protector for his great-granddaughter.”

Godric gapes like a fish out of water. Dr. Ludwig chuckles again as she moves to the meeting room door. She closes the door, locking it, and then raises her hand as she uses some type of magic to magically seal the room to prevent anyone from entering. The diminutive doctor looks at Godric with a smile. “Instead of standing there like a Hotshot panther trying to do simple addition, why don’t you come over here and put your mouth to better use?”

Godric’s mouth curves into a sexy smirk as the air around the doctor shimmers. The air becomes thick with magic and Godric’s fangs ache as the air becomes saturated with the doctor’s natural scent. The world has never been able to confirm what species Dr. Amy Ludwig belongs to. They think because of her size she is either an elf or a dwarf, neither species considered a threat by any of the Supernatural races. How could they? Their size alone would be their biggest disadvantage.

The truth of the matter is that Amy Ludwig doesn’t exist. She’s a well-crafted illusion designed to maintain the anonymity of Raffaella, the woman behind the magic. The disguise keeps her safe as well as those she loves.

And the good doctor loves Godric just as he most assuredly loves la sua salvezza (his salvation).

In fact, they have been lovers for centuries, long before Godric ever turned the Viking. Raffaella and Godric had first discovered each other when Godric was traveling what was then Charlemagne’s empire. Godric had made his way to Rome, seeking the battlefields where the forces of the Frankish king were fighting the army amassed by the Lombard family. Godric was scavenging among the injured and dying, gorging on the readily available blood. He first encountered the succulent scent of the part Fae, part nymph healer while on the battlefield and he began tracking it, knowing that no one would satisfy his thirst after having smelled such a heavenly scent. When Godric finally found her, some three nights later, he was ravenous with hunger. Even with all the available blood of the dying around, he had consumed none. He wanted the ambrosia that was teasing his senses. Godric found Raffaella tending to an injured boy, obviously a squire of a soldier that had been left for dead. Godric attacked without thought, his insatiable need for blood making him careless. Raffaella had easily defended his attack, propelling his body dozens of yards away from her and her injured charge.

For Godric, it had been an eye opening experience. He had lived many years in solitude, avoiding all Supernatural species because he was hunted by his own kind for killing his maker. It’s not that vampires were against Godric killing his maker; it was frowned upon, but it had happened before. In the vampire world, it’s kill or be killed. What had put the price on Godric’s head was that his maker was one of the favorite lovers of the vampire leader of Constantinople. Godric was hunted until the vampiress, Claudia, had been overthrown. But by then, Godric had been on the run for three centuries. He knew next to nothing about any of the other Supernatural species that existed, having only encountered Weres during his time with his maker. So when Raffaella easily bested him, Godric had been intrigued. Rather than antagonize her, he’d fled that night. His need for knowledge had been greater than his need for her blood. He gorged himself on the blood of the wounded before going to ground in a cave that he covered with a large boulder, something so large in size that it would take at least ten men to move with their bare hands. He vowed before dying for the day that he would find the woman again, gaining the knowledge that he needed. Then he would kill her.

The next evening when he rose, he was startled to find the woman waiting for him outside the cave. But what shocked him most of all was that her scent, that sweetest of nectars from the gods, was gone. He smelled nothing other than the environment around them. Because Godric was able to control his urges, he was able to notice other things about the woman: her beauty, her intelligence, but most importantly, her compassionate heart and selflessness to ease the suffering of others. It is strange to realize that in a field on the outskirts of Rome began the most unlikely of friendships. A friendship that grew to lust and lust eventually became love.

Many would not be able to understand how the two lovers could go years, decades even, without seeing each other. It was an odd arrangement to be sure, but it was necessary, just as the masquerade was necessary to protect Raffaella. Too often in the past, others have tried to use their love against them. Things became easier for them when Godric moved to Dallas and became Sheriff of Area Nine after World War II. Raffaella had been working to help the wounded in Europe and also relocated to America after the war, but when she had, she relocated as Dr. Amy Ludwig. For nearly seventy years, the disguise has served her well.

When the magic recedes, the wrinkled, acerbic, vertically-challenged being is gone and in its place stands a true siren. Godric’s fangs slide down in appreciation for the voluptuous woman in front of him. Her body is not what today’s society would consider attractive, but her womanly curves have always made his fangs and cock ache. Her beautiful olive complexion is flawless without the aid of cosmetics or an involved beauty regimen, which would make her the envy of every woman alive if they knew the truth. Her full lips are curved in a seductive tease as her eyes shine with both love and lust.

“Mi Bella,” Godric purrs as he stalks towards his paramour. His eyes have zeroed in on her nipples peeking through the curtain of her luxurious sable-colored hair. She reminds him of Eve, standing there in all her naked glory tempting man to sin. He can understand how easily Adam gave in to temptation. As he stares at Raffaella, Godric once again thanks every god he can think of for putting this forbidden fruit in his path.

“My love,” Raffaella sighs as Godric’s hands grip her hips, pulling her closer to him. She shivers at the coolness of Godric’s touch but she doesn’t shy away from it; instead she burrows closer. “I have missed you. It’s been too long.”

“I know, il mio tutto. I know,” Godric responds with a sigh of his own. Though his body hums with desire and the need to join with his mate is severe, his eyes close as a feeling of serenity washes over him now that Raffaella is in his arms.

A smile spreads across Raffaella’s lips as the same feeling of peace flows over her. She too has her eyes closed and their foreheads rest against each other. “How long do we have?” The quietness of her voice breaks the stillness of the room.

“I had intended to spend the evening with my child celebrating the end of his punishment, but I think he will be otherwise occupied for the evening,” Godric says in a teasing tone. “Tomorrow I shall meet with Eric. It seems we have much to discuss. But that leaves me without plans for this night. However shall I pass the time?”

Raffaella slips her hands underneath the soft cashmere of Godric’s steel colored sweater, caressing the smooth chiseled flesh. He may have the face and height of a young boy by today’s standards, but his body has the definition of a man. His arms, chest, and back have the definition of someone who has worked hard every day of his life. Godric does not have the most beautiful body Raffaella has ever seen, but to her, it is perfection. She knows every inch of Godric’s flesh as well as she knows her own. They have both had other lovers over the years, but there is no one either of them desires more.

“I can think of a few ways,” Raffaella purrs seductively as her hands loosen the drawstring of his trousers before pushing the twill material down his hips, letting gravity do the rest of the work for her. Her hand wraps around his hard cock while the other grips the hair at the back of his neck. Godric growls before his lips crash against those of the woman he has loved for a millennium.

Godric’s last thought before he allows himself to submerge fully in the pleasure that he can find in Raffaella’s arms is that he hopes that Eric has found himself such a woman. Love is the only thing that makes the monotony of this existence worth it.

***

Eric curses himself for having driven the Corvette that evening. If he had flown, he and Sookie could have been inside his home nearly twenty minutes ago. Instead he’d chosen to drive, why he can’t say. The cramped space inside the vehicle is driving him insane because Sookie has unleashed the full force of her scent. It is more intoxicating than a full-blooded fairy. Eric wants to surround himself in it, bathe in her scent until it is fully saturated in every pore of his being.

“Why on Earth did you drive tonight? I would have thought you would be so impatient to have me that you’d fly us to wherever we’re going. Hell, I figured you’d be too impatient to wait and have your wicked way with me, and would want to have sex soaring through the sky,” Sookie teases Eric as she squeezes his hand resting on the gear shift.

Eric chuckles ruefully, but makes note of how that idea seems to excite Sookie. “I was wondering that myself. Though to be fair, I thought you would make me chase you.” Eric’s fangs slide down in hunger at the thought of hunting his fairy. It’s a game he wants to play in the near future. It makes his fangs and cock throb with need. Eric’s fantasy forms slowly in his mind, playing like a slow motion movie. Sookie, dressed in a white dress, much like she is now, running through the woods. The hem of her dress flutters around her legs like a butterfly’s wings as she moves along the moonlit path. Her fairy scent increases in intensity as her heartbeat accelerates and the scent clings to the foliage that she touches on her trek through the woods. Eric chases after her, a predator stalking his prey. His hunger is for both her blood and her body. It isn’t fear he smells mixed with her fairy essence; it’s arousal. Eric stalks after Sookie, letting her get furthers away from him, heading out of the woods and into a clearing by a stream. Sookie turns to look over her shoulder and that’s when Eric makes his move, using his speed to capture her, pinning Sookie to the ground with his body.

“I thought about it,” Sookie replies interrupting his fantasy. “But I didn’t think it fair to you or the people of Renard Parish to play a game of keep away tonight. I figured if you had to wait much longer, you’d end up going on a murderous rampage,” Sookie finishes seriously.

Before Eric can reply that he’s gone for much longer without sexual relations in his existence, Sookie shifts in her seat, pushing herself up on her knees in the passenger seat and facing him. She leans over the center console; her hot breath fanning over the cool flesh of his neck.

“You like the idea of me running from you,” she teases. Her hand moves down to his groin, cupping his hardened appendage as her lips suck on the skin under his ear. Eric growls when Sookie nips at his ear. “Yes, I can see you do,” she purrs seductively. “Shall I run from you now?” Her hands have undone the button and zipper of his jeans, freeing Eric’s erection. When her fingers wrap around the head of his shaft, he hisses with pleasure and his eyes roll back in his head. Eric has imagined how it would feel to finally have Sookie touching his body in a more intimate way than he’s experienced. He knew it would be far more pleasurable than any experience he’d had with any mortal. However, he’d expected that it couldn’t compare to the ecstasy that he had known with his maker.

Eric should know by now that his expectations when they come to Sookie are always wrong. In that moment, Eric knows that he has found Valhalla and that his sweet Sookie is his very own Valkyrie. Despite all the truly awful deeds he has done in his existence, somehow, someway, he has been rewarded for his warrior’s spirit. Odin, Freya, and the other gods of his human days have shown their favor on him by putting Sookie in his path. He will have to remember to say a prayer in thanks and to leave an offering for them.

But he’ll have to do that much later. Eric cannot concentrate as her hot little hand wraps around his engorged shaft for the first time. His fangs bite through the soft flesh of his lower lip and he tastes his own blood as he fights for control. He is a thousand year old vampire; his skills as a lover are legendary. Eric refuses to cum at the first touch of Sookie’s hand on his cock even if he has never felt anything as pleasurable before in his existence. It’s more than just his forced abstinence. The connection between the two of them is electric and Eric feels as if there are a million nerve endings connected to his cock and every one of them is being stimulated by her firm, yet gentle grasp.

“I love the way you feel in my hand,” Sookie whispers even though it is only the two of them inside the Corvette. She continues to stroke him in a slow, steady movement. “You feel so hard and thick in my hand, but your skin is so soft.” On the upstroke, Sookie brushes the pad of her thumb over the top of his penis. Her thumb moves teasingly back and forth over the sensitive skin, causing precum to bead up. She catches the drop on the pad of her thumb and brings it to her mouth. Her painted red lips part so that her pink tongue can slip through and lick the moisture from her skin. A wicked smile spreads across her face as Eric growls with desire.

“I love the way you taste too. I want more,” Sookie purrs seductively. She twists in her seat so she can bend down and lick the head of Eric’s cock before wrapping her lips around the entire head.

“Knulla mig!” Eric hisses in pleasure as his foot presses all the way down to the accelerator. He cannot get them to his home fast enough! One hand grips the steering wheel tightly, the leather covered metal bending under the strength of his grip. His other hand fists in Sookie’s hair which she had held with one hand to keep it out of her way. While his left hand has a death grip on his steering wheel, his right exerts only the tiniest pressure to hold her hair. Sookie hums her thanks of appreciation, which sends vibrations down his penis and to his testicles. Her left hand is propped on the center console to help balance her, while her now free right hand moves down to fondle and tug on Eric’s sack.

“You keep that up, Lover, and this will be over too soon,” Eric rasps out as he fights for control when Sookie’s teeth graze along the skin of his shaft.

“That’s what I was going for,” she replies huskily before taking a deep breath and sliding her mouth as far down Eric’s erection as possible. Her head bobs up and down rapidly several times before sucking on only the head. As she sucks on his tip, her tongue massages the underside of his shaft. Eric’s testicles harden as his orgasm approaches. In the instance before he loses control, Sookie tugs on sensitive skin of his sac, a little pain to go along with the pleasure.

“KNULLA!!!!!!” Eric’s shouted release is enough to make the glass windows rattle as stream after stream of his release shoots into Sookie’s waiting mouth. He’d not had time to warn her, but she doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, she continues to suck on the head of his cock while occasionally squeezing his shaft to force more of his cum out. When there is nothing let, Sookie places a kiss against his tip before sitting upright.

She smiles at Eric. “Feel better?”

“Much,” he responds in a relieved tone and flashes Sookie a smile of gratitude. Out of the corner of his eye, his enhanced eyesight allows him to see the lights of the security gatehouse leading to the development where his home is. His smile turns wicked as he tucks his dick back inside his jeans.

“I can’t wait to return the favor.”

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15 Responses to Forbidden Fruit

  1. BrytteMyst says:

    Ummm, yummy! Godric looks hot as hell :$
    I wonder what will happen in that one?

  2. kleannhouse says:

    oh, you put up the banner , i know what is next for them…. KY

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  5. askarsgirl says:

    Well that was an evil spot to leave us😜
    And how about Ludwig/Rafaella and Godric?! When she locked the door I was thinking Dr. Ludwig and Godric?! Ewww! But who knew it was all a clever disguise! Great idea!
    Love this story, so glad for an update. And the comment section is working for me again.

  6. valady1 says:

    Very inventive twist with Dr Dr Ludwig, a siren/fae is just perfect for Godric.

  7. mom2goalies says:

    Love the background story of Dr Ludwig!!!
    Can’t wait for it to be Eric turn with Sookie. Awesome that both Maker and Child have found their Mates.

  8. shoegirl01 says:

    another awesome chapter – need a cigarette now 🙂

  9. ahcupcake says:

    Love the Dr.Ludwig/Godric twist.

  10. mindyb781 says:

    That car scene with E/S was so fun! What a fun back story with Godric . I really enjoyed the chapter !

  11. ashmo2000 says:

    Looks like Godric couldn’t have visited at a better time! Eric and Sookie are in for a amazing night!

  12. luvvamps says:

    Great chapter! Now I’m ready for more.

  13. kleannhouse says:

    love that Godric and Dr. L are an item. now for the other two to get their sexy on. KY

  14. lostinspace33 says:

    Oh, this is going to be a night to remember!

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