19. Barnaby

Chapter nineteen

Barnaby

Oh, she is much too small.

Maisie didn’t hide her surprise the first time she saw me without my trousers on, even in my human form, and that effect is only magnified by the sheer size of my true form.

Has any vampire in this shape taken a human this way? Is it possible? Am I going to split her in half?

The head of my cock vanishes inside her, and I can only stare as she brings me in. Almost immediately, though, her body halts, and Maisie inhales sharply. The last thing I want is to harm her or tear her.

But I trust her to know what she can take.

Maisie lifts herself up, then sinks down again, swallowing more of me this time. Her warm heat welcomes me, and I can’t help the groan that’s yanked from my lips as she presses down harder, more of my length disappearing into her. She’s so plush and soaked inside that my true form is already struggling not to grab her, shove her down on the bed and rut into her roughly. But that’s why I put her on top, so that I couldn’t have that power.

Instead I grip her ass with my claws, trying not to pierce her soft skin, and let my head fall back. The clench of her is almost too powerful, and it’s going to take all my self-control not to explode inside her yet. I try to slow my breathing as Maisie rises again, and then slowly lowers herself onto me, her channel somehow giving to allow even more of me inside her.

“Maisie,” I moan helplessly, the pleasure almost sweeping me under. Of their own accord, my hips buck upwards, driving even more of myself into her soft cunt, and she moans in response. When I look down, she’s taken more than half of me, and I can’t believe this small, precious human is actually doing this, on top of me, sucking my cock inside her while I’m in my horrifying true form.

My human is a gift. She is everything to me, and I know for certain now that I cannot possibly let her go.

And then, by some marvel of the universe, Maisie sinks down even more. Her cry of pleasure travels from my neck down my spine, and I almost come apart at the feel of her all around me, embracing me and squeezing me so delightfully. I sit further forward so I can retake her lips in mine, and she moans so prettily as I assume the heavy lifting, picking her up by the ass with one hand and teasing her nipple with the other as my hips thrust upward .

“You feel so good,” Maisie murmurs against my lips, and my wings can’t help but unfold behind me, my whole body reveling in her praise. “Barnaby, fuck. Ah!”

She collapses against me like a puppet with cut strings as I fuck into her again, and again, and again. I hold her that way, cradling her to my chest as I take over, sliding in and out, my cock drenched in how wet she is, my bollocks seizing and trembling as I get closer and closer to my finish.

I need to make her come first, though, but I can’t do that in this position. Now that I’m well seated inside her, I wrap my arms around her back and flip us both over, so she’s lying on the bed and I’m crouched over her, her legs spread around my waist. I hike one of her knees up over my arm, where my blood has already dried, then bring my finger down to her clit. Unfortunately, I have rather long claws in this form, and I don’t want to hurt her.

“Damn.” I curl my finger to use my knuckle instead. That works just as well, and when I start thrusting inside Maisie and attacking her clit at the same time, her eyes grow huge.

“Barnaby...!” She gasps and throws her head back, letting out a sharp cry when I plunge into her. I’m still shocked at how much of me she can take—not my whole shaft, but most of it. The sight of her cunt stretched wide around my cock nearly carries me over the edge.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper to her, snapping my hips faster as Maisie’s channel squeezes tighter and tighter around me. She’s close, I can tell. I long to let it take over, to burst inside her and fill her until my seed is dripping out of her, but I manage to rein it in a few moments longer.

“Barnaby.” Maisie’s cry is hoarse and addled with her pleasure. “I... I...” She cries out as I sink deep, then reel my hips back again. “I think I love you.”

The declaration takes me by surprise. She loves me? Even when I am like this ?

Emotion washes over me in a powerful wave. I’ve never met a woman like Maisie before, and I never will again. I know the truth immediately, that I would do absolutely anything for her.

I lean down until we’re face to face, and continue pumping my hips, finding my home inside her over and over again.

“Maisie,” I say with a severe certainty. “I love you. I love you so much.” I’m close, and changing position is bringing her closer, too. She writhes with every thrust, her whole body tensing underneath me. I grit my teeth to hold off as her cries climb in volume and her blood thunders through her body, so sweet and so pure. My fangs slide even further out of their sheaths, ready to drink from her.

“Do it,” she moans, clutching me with fingers like claws. “Bite me. Drink from me, Barnaby!”

How can I resist her commanding me that way?

Opening my mouth wide, I wrap my teeth around her throat and sink them in. Her hot, wet blood immediately pools on my tongue and I rapidly suck it down, the perfect nectar filling my body with a new, powerful strength and resilience .

Not that it matters when Maisie screams my name, her hands gripping me like claws, and clamps down tight around me.

Maisie

Nothing in the entire world could feel like Barnaby inside me, his fangs buried in my neck. The sharp pain blends viscerally with the pleasure, and it hurls me right into the most powerful climax I’ve ever had in my life.

That thick cock swells as my body squeezes, and my bliss completely overwhelms me. Barnaby’s eyes grow huge and his mouth falls open, my blood dripping from his fangs. Once more he thrusts inside me, spinning my orgasm even higher, and he bellows as he meets his own finish.

Hot cum shoots inside me so powerfully that I can feel it filling every small gap that’s left. Barnaby snarls like an animal as he pumps again, unleashing even more.

And then, finally, our bodies cool enough that he relaxes, lowering himself so his nose touches the tip of mine. His lids hang low over his red eyes, his expression soft with his satisfaction. He nuzzles me, stroking the sides of my body with his clawed hands.

“Maisie,” he murmurs, cradling me close to him. “Did you mean what you said?”

I can’t help a satisfied yawn. “About what?”

“How you feel about me. Was that just a moment of passion?”

I push him away enough that I can peer up into his face.

“Of course I meant it.” I cradle his cheek in my palm. “You mean so much to me. The fact that you showed me this—that you made love to me like this, in the form you feared so much, gives me so much trust and faith in you.”

And it’s true. He showed me all of himself, gave me everything he is, and I love all of it even more.

Barnaby

Her words crash over me in a tidal wave. How does this human woman understand me so well? How does she know that, though I appear strong in this form, I’m truly at my most vulnerable?

“I love you.” Maisie repeats it with a powerful certainty. “I’ve loved you for a while now, but this confirms what I already knew.”

I sigh, playing with her red ringlets. “Thank you.” I kiss her face all over—her cheeks, her nose, her lips. “I love you, too. And I don’t know if—”

I cut myself off, unwilling to say what I really, truly feel. That I want her to stay with me. That I want to be wherever she is. That I don’t know if I’ll survive her leaving me .

“What is it?” she asks as I slowly withdraw from her, and my spend gushes out of her onto the bed. I generated quite a lot in this form.

“You are leaving.” I state it as a fact. She does not have long here. “You will be leaving me behind.”

Her mouth bobs open. “Oh.” Then, to my surprise, she wraps her arms around my neck and tugs me down close to her. I don’t resist as I rest my face in the crook of her neck.

“I don’t want to,” she whispers. “I don’t want to leave you, not ever.”

“Then don’t!” I sit up abruptly, my wings beating the air as they extend out behind me. Suddenly I am overcome with such a fury, such a determination, that I will not let her go. “Please, Maisie. Stay. I will install internet here at the manse. I’ll do whatever you need to—”

She sits up, too, and fiercely presses her mouth to mine.

“Barnaby,” she says between kisses, “you don’t have to convince me. I want to stay. I want to be with you.” Then she pulls away, and her gaze drops to her lap. “But... what about you?”

I don’t understand the question. “What about me?”

“Whatever we decide to do, you’re... you’re going to outlive me. I will die someday, and you won’t. You can’t.”

I don’t know why this thought hadn’t crossed my mind when I asked her to be with me. Of course I’ll outlive her mortal life, and mine will continue into forever.

My heart breaks at the thought. I would come to love her even more over the years, and her death would destroy me, even more than Beatrice’s did. I would lose yet more of my family, the only family I have.

As this sadness wells up in me, my true form fades, my wings receding into stubs along with my horns. My bones shrink to accommodate my human shape. Soon I am myself again, naked on top of her, and I lie down at her side.

“I can die,” I tell her at last, rolling over so I’m facing her. “Perhaps the one myth that’s true about us. We become mortal if we are staked, or if we are burned. Then we can die.”

Her expression is horrified. “Barnaby! That’s terrible!”

“It would mean I didn’t have to live without you.”

Tears well up in her big eyes, and she embraces me with her whole body. I feel wet droplets against my chest, and I wish I hadn’t said it.

Then Maisie’s muffled voice rises to my ears. “What if you turned me?”

“What?” Just the words stir fear and nausea in me. “I can’t do that to you. I can’t doom you to this life, too.”

She lifts her head. “Doom me? You would be blessing me. You would be giving me all of time with you.” She smiles. “Oh my gosh, I could do so much . I could finish my game and make more games. Maybe I could even own my own company!”

How she can regard the idea of becoming like me so callously, so easily, disturbs me.

“You don’t know what you’re asking,” I say in a low voice.

“I do.” She smiles up at me, running her hand through my hair. “Then I could be with you forever.”