Tonight’s the Night

Monday, March 30, 2015

Like all vampires of a certain age, Eric rises well before sunset. His eyes snap open as his fangs snap down and there is only one thought running through his mind.

FINALLY!!!!!!! Tonight is the end of this ridiculous punishment!

All he needs is for Sophie-Anne’s representative to release him from his punishment, and Ludwig to undo whatever magical mumbo jumbo she’d woven on him at the beginning of his sentence, and he would once again be the Viking Vampire Sex God he is.

Or as Danny McBride said in This Is the End, “I’ll cum wherever I want!”

But the only place he wants to cum is in, on, or near Sookie.

Eric laughs ruefully as he walks lazily to his bathroom. He doesn’t remember being this eager for a woman even when he was a twelve year old boy losing his virginity to one of the house thralls. Antha had been a round, curvy woman who had been captured during one of his father’s raids to the Celtic lands. She’d had long dark hair and eyes so light in color they looked silver. Unlike other thralls, she didn’t fight her captivity; she’d worked hard in the kitchens for his mother and never complained when one of the men wanted to bestow their attentions on her. She was well-liked by all and well-treated. It was during the summer when the men of his village had gone a-Viking. Eric had wanted to go, but his mother had convinced his father that he needed to stay home one more summer; she wasn’t ready to part with her son yet. In return, Eric had been surly and brattish from the moment the longships had pulled away from the coast. He did his duty, training with his sword, hunting, and farming, but he avoided his mother as much as possible. Eric understood her reasoning, but he was ready to be a man, not a child! It wasn’t fair, especially since his friends Gunnar and Johan got to go; Johan hadn’t even experienced his twelfth summer yet!

One morning, Eric had hunted in the woods. He’d found deer tracks while he had gathered berries for his mother and decided to pursue the animal. Deer meat would go a long way to feeding the people in the village. Plus Eric was tired of fish. The deer tracks led him to a stream where he heard a melodious voice singing quietly. When Eric peered through the foliage, he’d seen Antha. She was washing clothing and linens, but she was doing it nude. Eric forgot all about the deer as he watched the water glide over her heavy breasts and down her rounded hips. The water must have been cold since her nipples were dark and erect, but what mesmerized him the most had been the droplets of water clinging to the hair covering her womanly center. Eric wasn’t a stranger to sex; he’d heard and seen it all his life thanks to the communal longhouse he lived in. But he’d never seen a woman’s body before in all its glory and he was hypnotized. He’d moved closer to get a better look, but his movement had snapped a twig, which caused Antha’s eyes to snap over to him. Eric had flushed in embarrassment and tried to run away, but Antha had called him to her. He’d moved forward unwillingly, keeping his eyes downcast so he wouldn’t stare at Antha’s body. However his body was beyond his control and his erection was sticking out embarrassingly from his body. Antha didn’t speak his language very well, but one didn’t need to communicate with words when versed in body language.

Thanks to Antha’s careful tutelage, Eric became fluent in body language that summer. It had been the best summer of his human life; it was the year he became a man.

Eric shakes his head at his wayward thoughts as he showers for the night. Should he wear something special to mark the occasion? Then again, the less clothing between him and Sookie the better. There is a strong possibility that whatever he wears tonight will not survive, just as he knows that the white ensemble Sookie had sent him a picture of isn’t going to survive the night. With a growl, he remembers their contest of one upping each other this past week. She’d started it with that video of her masturbating on Monday, and then followed it up on Tuesday by sending him the panties she’d been wearing the night before. He’d nearly gone into bloodlust because he could smell both her cum and blood on the fabric.

Saucy minx!

Wednesday he had retaliated by sending a care package containing toys to be used on naughty fairies. Thursday had resulted in him receiving a picture of Sookie in the white outfit for tonight. The outfit combined with her pose had him surly and hostile because he could do nothing to take advantage of it, and that made the fangbangers in Fangtasia more eager for his attention. One such fool had been kicked across the room for daring to touch him.

Idiots! They had no sense of self-preservation.

That picture of Sookie showed she had no sense of self-preservation either. It was virginal white, completely sheer so nothing was hidden from his eyes. She’d been on her knees with her hands clasped together in front of her chest. Her lips were painted cherry red like his Corvette, and they were plumped up in a perfect pout. The back of the picture contained a note in her swirling handwriting.

If that package is indicative of what I get for being naughty, then what do I get for being filthy?

Thursday had been his turn to retaliate. He’d sent Sookie another sex toy, except this one was modeled after his penis. Pam had directed him to a website where he could buy a kit to make a model based on his penis; he’d bought several kits just in case. When Eric had been finished, Pam insisted she had a new idea for Fangtasia’s gift shop.

If he wasn’t willing to fuck and feed from the vermin anymore, then the vermin could still get fucked by dildos and vibrators modeled after Eric’s cock. Eric had shook his head at his child’s ridiculous idea, but as the night had gone on, she’d worn him down with her marketing ideas and slogans. Pam said the items would come in black or red and would be called A Viking’s Cock.

Eric’s favorite slogan had been, “Pillaging and plundering pussy for a millennia!”

Eric had eagerly awaited Friday night, curious to see how Sookie would retaliate. Included with the gift had been the note, “Now you’ll never be without my cock again.”

Forward?

Yes.

Bold?

Definitely, but accurate.

The minutes ticked by Friday night with no response from Sookie. There was no communication at all from her. Eric refused to be that guy and check up on her to see why she wasn’t answering him. He was secure in the knowledge that Sookie wanted him with as much fervor as he wanted her.

At least, that’s what he kept telling himself even when he checked his phone for the thousandth time that night, earning a chuckle from Pam when she caught him doing it again. His foul mood made even the most diehard of fangbanger leery of approaching him, sensing that it would mean their death if they did. While they may have all wanted to be bitten and perhaps turned, none of them wanted to end up dead in a ditch or the swamp.

Rising Saturday evening Eric was instantly on alert because there was the smell of someone else in his chambers. It only took one deep breath for him to realize that his naughty fairy had been there to visit him. It rankled him that she could see him during their forced separation, but he wasn’t allowed to see her. The letter on his bedside table showed how well Sookie truly knew him.

To my Viking Sex God –

I’m sorry that I left you hanging yesterday. My intelligence-challenged brother decided in a moment of clarity (truth be told I think it was a drunken moment of clarity) that he needed to marry the inbred hellcat from Hot Shot.

Is it wrong that I think the inbred idiot has more smarts than my brother?

Eric stopped to chuckle. He has not met the woman who Sookie wrote of, but he knew Jason. If Eric thought that Ginger in her overly glamoured state was vastly superior to Jason Stackhouse in terms of intellect than the panther from Hot Shot must seem like Einstein. It made Eric very thankful that he and Sookie could never procreate and have the chance of producing an intelligence-challenged child. He resumed reading the letter left him by his soon to be mate.

To be fair, it turns out the pussy cat is actually pregnant. I’m not a hundred percent sold on the idea that the baby (or would it be kitten?) is my brother’s, but Jason swears it is his as does Crystal.

Somehow I don’t think the two of them together can come up with 2+2=4, so how in the hell can they figure out exactly when she got pregnant? And if she is pregnant, AND Jason is the father, I feel sorry for that kid. A box of nails is going to be sharper than it.

They decided last night to get married . . . in the Hot Shot way. I know you’ve seen some strange traditions in your existence, but I could have gone my whole life without seeing that, thank you very much. I don’t think Jason fully understands what is expected of him by hitching his leash to that particular collar. I tried to warn him, but in the end, there was nothing I could do to change his mind. And despite everything, he is my brother; I couldn’t NOT be there when he got married, even if I think it’s the biggest mistake he’ll ever make. No matter what short comings Jason will have as a husband, I do think he’ll be a good father. When we were little, he always stood up for me when the other kids would bully me because of my extra ability. He always looked out for his friend Hoyt too. However, the thing that makes me think Jason will be a good father is how much I heard from his mind how much he wanted to be a daddy, how he wanted to teach his little boy like our daddy had taught him.

Maybe there’s hope for my brother after all. . .

“I wouldn’t hold my breath,” Eric muttered to himself before continuing Sookie’s letter.

Of course, his next thought was about the tits of one of his friend’s dates. My hope was short-lived. I mean, when you’ve seen one pair of tits, you’ve seen them all.

“Oh believe me, Lover; that is not the case. Yours are the best I have ever seen,” Eric said with a deep, appreciative rumble.

Needless to say, the party ran late into the night. I’m sure you know who Quinn is; he was also there as a guest. All the cats were in heat trying to mate with him; it was pretty funny to see him act like king of the jungle, especially when he tried to strut and preen for me.

“I should have killed that tiger in the ring when I had the chance,” Eric muttered as he pictured the Weretiger strutting his stripes in front of his fairy. Eric would have flown out of his light-tight enclosure then, with the intention of having Pam find a taxidermist to stuff the dead tiger he planned to have by the end of the night, if it hadn’t been for the next line of the letter.

I informed the mighty Quinn that orange and black aren’t my colors, so his offer for me to wear him like a rug was not appreciated.

I had every intention of contacting you before I went to sleep, but you know what they say about intentions. My eyes were closed before my head hit the pillow. I do apologize for leaving you hanging. Please accept this humble offering as atonement.

XOXOXOXOXOXO

Sookie

The “humble” offering had been the video of Sookie and her fairy friend. Eric chuckles as he lazily strokes his soapy hands over his wet body. Pam had been extremely annoyed because Eric had refused to sit on his throne at Fangtasia Saturday or Sunday evenings. Instead, he’d spent several hours Saturday watching the video of Sookie and her fairy friend together, and then he’d spent time painstakingly editing the two videos together so he could watch them on a seamless loop. Eric had viewed the video on the home theater system in his daytime resting place, so he’d died for the day watching the two sensual women and he rose with the video in nearly the same place as when he’d died. If it wasn’t for the fact that Eric’s punishment would be lifted this evening, he’d probably still be glued to the television watching his naughty fairy. In fact, he had been so engrossed in the video that it wasn’t until Sookie sent him a message late Sunday evening that he realized the time and that he had forgotten it had been his turn to retaliate.

Instead of retaliating, he’d responded with only two words.

Be ready.

It was both a command and a warning; Sookie has no idea what she will be in for when Eric finally gets her where he wants her.

The internal clock in his body lets him know that the sun has set, so Eric hurries through the rest of his shower, vamps to his closet, dressing in his customary uniform of boots, jeans, t-shirt, and leather jacket. He stops and stares at the bed on his way out of his room. The wooden furniture is something he had crafted with his own hands from Norway spruce, the most common species of tree used for timber in Sweden. He has a woodworking shed on the property that he keeps stocked with various woods. Crafting wood using the techniques shown to him by his father and the other men of his human village soothes him. It lets him clear his mind and destress; it centers him, something he has sorely needed during this ludicrous punishment.

Eric is lost in thoughts of him and Sookie tangled in the sheets when his phone vibrates in his pocket. Unlocking his home screen, he shakes his head with a wry grin when he sees the message from Sookie.

I’m ready and waiting, Viking.

“And I’m ready to pillage and plunder. Good-bye old friend,” Eric tells the bed on his way out. “Something tells me you also won’t survive the night.”

***

“This is utterly ridiculous,” Eric mutters to himself in Swedish. Instead of lifting his punishment immediately, Andre, Sophie-Anne’s second-in-command, insisted that Eric sit through the sex addiction therapy group one more time. When Dr. Ludwig asked if anyone had anything to share, Andre had raised an eyebrow at Eric, silently challenging him to take part, but Eric chose to ignore Sophie-Anne’s favorite ass kisser. Eric may have to show deference to his Queen, but he’d be damned if he will play nice with the effeminate twat. Even Dr. Ludwig knew better than to expect Eric to take part tonight. She complained loudly that if Sophie-Anne wanted to prove her power as monarch, then she needed to find another way of doing it than by getting in a pissing match with the eldest vampire in her retinue.

Eric knew there was a reason he liked the diminutive troll.

With an outsider among them, the other members of the therapy group were not as forthcoming as usual, which angered the doctor even more than usual. She ended the meeting early, stating that she didn’t have time to deal with prissy fucking fangers that would be more useful meeting the sun than wasting her fucking time and that of her patients. Eric had chuckled on the inside, but his humor was short-lived. He felt the bond with his maker flare inside of him; Godric was getting closer to his location. The relationship that they shared was more profound than that of most makers and progeny. Even Eric’s relationship with Pam was not as intense as the one he shared with his maker. While he’d had ten centuries with Godric to only one with Pam, Eric knew that his relationship with Pam would never be as deep as the one with Godric. Godric knew everything there was to know about Eric; Godric often knew his emotions before he did. While Pam knew him well, she would never know everything about him; he will always hold a part of himself back from her. Yet Eric knows without a shadow of a doubt that he will share every part of himself with Sookie. Yes, he desires to have her as his progeny, but he wants her to be his bonded mate first.

Eric chuckles to himself. His mother would be so proud to know that he has finally found a woman he wants to spend the rest of his existence with. It only took a thousand years. So on any other night, Eric would be pleased to see his maker, but not this night. All he wants is to bed his fairy.

“Something funny to you, Northman?” Andre’s sniveling tone interrupts Eric’s musings and ruins his good mood.

“Yes, but you wouldn’t understand.” Eric smirks at Andre knowing it will irritate him. The Queen’s eldest progeny gives Eric a sour look, but says nothing. He knows Sophie-Ann pushed her luck issuing this punishment to Northman. Andre likes nothing more than seeing the Sheriff of Area Five humbled, but he knows that the only reason Sophie-Ann retains her crown is because Eric allows it. If she pushes him too far, Andre knows that the Viking will not hesitate to stake all of them.

Andre turns to Dr. Ludwig with disdain. “Can you verify that he hasn’t violated the terms of his punishment?” It would make Andre’s evening to learn the Viking had broken the terms of his punishment.

“You know he hasn’t, you fucking idiot. Now are you done wasting our time? I’ve got better things to do than stand here and watch you postulate. He’s taller than you, better looking, and his dick’s bigger than yours,” Dr. Ludwig retorts matter-of-factly to Andre causing him to drop fang and growl. “Get the fuck over it! And if that’s all you’re here for, then you can get your bony ass out of my therapy group!” Dr. Ludwig stands her ground, her wrinkled finger pointing towards the door, as if Andre can’t figure out how to leave the room on his own.

“One day crone, you won’t be so protected,” Andre bites out before vamping out of the room.

“And to think he’s the smart one,” Eric intones. The bond with his maker pulses inside him, but that isn’t the reason for the shiver of anticipation that works its way through his body. Eric turns slowly around and finds his beautiful fairy, the woman who he’s waited a thousand years for, standing ten feet away from him. For once, words escape Eric. He cannot think of a single thing to say as he stares at the beauty in front of him. Sookie stares at him in return without saying a word. The air crackles with electricity as the soon to be lovers stare at each other with longing. Now that Eric is free to pursue his base desires, the sense of urgency and impatience he has felt for weeks vanishes. Eric inhales deeply of Sookie’s scent, holding it inside him. She smells of temptation; sunlight and sex dressed in a demure dress that both hides and accentuates the lush curves of her body. His fangs snap down as another part of his anatomy also responds to Sookie. Sookie blushes in response as the perfume of her arousal reaches his nostrils.

“Oh for Christ’s sake! Get a room already you two! Your punishment is over, Northman. What the fuck are you still doing here? Don’t you have better things to be doing?” Dr. Ludwig yells at Eric as she rolls her eyes at the soon-to-be lovers.

A low rumble erupts from Eric’s chest. “Thank you, Dr. Ludwig. I couldn’t have said it better myself.” Using his vamp speed, Eric rushes to Sookie, picking her up and vamping them out of the room. On their way out of the building, Eric vamps them past his maker. Normally Eric would stop and show Godric the proper respect the two thousand year old vampire deserves, but he can’t.

Not with his fairy wrapped tightly around his body, and not with Sookie’s tongue tracing the shell of his ear and then sucking on the lobe. Surely his maker will understand; he’s felt every inch of Eric’s frustration these last three months.

And if Godric doesn’t . . .

Sookie’s hands undoing the button on his jeans and then lowering his zipper distracts Eric from his train of thought. His eyes roll into the back of his head when he feels her hot little hand slip inside the denim fabric and wrap around his hardened shaft. There is no hesitation in her touch; she moves her hand slowly, but confidently up and down his cock, squeezing his head on the upstroke. Sookie’s actions have Eric’s cock leaking precum, which she spreads around his tip as her thumb rubs back and forth against him.

“I can’t wait to taste you,” Sookie whispers in Eric’s ear before sucking on the skin of his neck and then biting lightly where his neck curves into his shoulder.

Eric growls loudly and fights the urge to shoot his release all over Sookie’s hand. He vamps them to his car where he sets Sookie down on the hood of his Corvette so he can slip his hands under the hem of her dress and stroke along the damp fabric covering her sex. Sookie’s moan when Eric slips his fingers underneath the fabric and coats his fingers with the honey flowing from between her legs.

I’ll gladly accept whatever punishment Godric gives me because I’ll have already been to Valhalla, Eric thinks as he begins to tease Sookie’s swollen sex. He pulls his fingers back out, earning a mewl of protest from Sookie. With deliberate movements, Eric brings his fingers to his lips, tonguing Sookie’s essence off his middle finger as she watches him with hooded eyes and heaving chest. He growls in appreciation when her flavor bursts along his tongue and he quickly sucks his fingers into his mouth so that he doesn’t lose a drop of her sweetness.

Valhalla indeed, he asserts to himself before crashing his lips down on those of his lover. His impatience returns in full force. As much as he would love to fuck Sookie on top of the hood of his Corvette – and he will at some point – he doesn’t want others to watch them.

At least, not yet.

Tonight is for them, and them alone. It is with that thought firmly planted in the front of his mind that has Eric stepping away from Sookie, and offering her his hand to help her up. With a smirk since Eric hadn’t bothered to close his jeans, Sookie takes Eric’s hand and allows him to escort her to the passenger side of his vehicle. She demurely settles in the seat, smoothing the skirt of her dress over her legs before Eric closes her door. He vamps to his side of the car. The sound of the door closing and the engine roaring to life are simultaneous. The stillness of the night is further disrupted by the sound of Eric gunning the engine and peeling out of the parking lot towards his home. As the building fades from the rearview mirror, Eric cannot help but think that he is leaving his past behind and that he is driving towards his future.

A future that includes his beautiful fairy.

His Sookie.

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11 Responses to Tonight’s the Night

  1. mindyb781 says:

    Yeah, he made it. I’m curious why Godric came. Their build up games were fun. I can’t wait for what’s next.

  2. jjbuffy2 says:

    fun fun fun! I wonder what’s got Godric coming by?

  3. askarsgirl says:

    I definitely can not wait until the next chapter!!

  4. redjane12 says:

    Finally!!! I hope godric’s business wasn’t urgent….

  5. valady1 says:

    Foreplay doesn’t have to be physical to be effective does it?

  6. kleannhouse says:

    these two are going to have so much fun. should I sing the song again for you since it now in my head again. loved the chapter. hmmm Godric, i wonder. KY

  7. ashmo2000 says:

    This night is all about second chances for Eric. With Sookie’s help Eric can truly look to something😙

  8. msbuffy says:

    OOH boy! I’ll have a cigarette now and a cold shower after the next chapter! 🙂 I so hope Godric doesn’t ‘call’ to Eric at a most inopportune time!

  9. duckbutt60 says:

    Holy smoke, if they had been in the woods, they would have caused a wildfire! Hmmm…..be still my beating heart!!

  10. sonyag26 says:

    Very hot and bothered here! Can’t wait for next chapter

  11. kleannhouse says:

    next button not working my lovely KY

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