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Who's Your Maker	By : xXxDaydreamJunkiexXx Category: S through Z > True Blood Views: 4303 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Who's Your Maker
- 1
Blood was dripping down my chin, its metallic taste almost bitter in my mouth, and I was fucking disgusted. If this shit kept happening, I'd be stuck with that horrid blood substitute for yet another week.
Not happening
I pulled the fang-banging whore away from me, while quickly glamouring the twit into thinking it was the best experience of her pathetic existence. I wasn't going to let Sookie ruin my reputation too.
"Get out," I told the bleach blonde.
The young girl went all wide eyed, quickly dressing as she stumbled clumsily out the door. I kicked it shut after her with a bare foot; making the doorframe shake with a slam.
No one person alive or undead, and I mean no-one, had ever had this kind of power over me; save for my Maker. And the more and more I thought about it, the more pissed off I was becoming.
She had refused all of my advances, stupidly clinging to that weak Bill Compton- like he was that Jesus all these humans seemed to worship.
And just look where that got you sweetheart
Your sweet William was nothing more than a lying sack of shit, working for the Queen.
At least I had always been honest with my intentions…well mostly. I pictured her angry face and screaming words the last time I saw her.
Truthfully, part of me felt sympathy for her, but mostly, I was still too angry- hurt even, at being sent away. My mind couldn't wrap around it, she had rescinded her invitation and then just-Poof, went off the radar.
Where the fuck did she go?
My reflection distracted me for a moment in the floor length mirror next to my bookcase, and out of habit, I smirked. I didn't really see what her problem was. I was every bit more superior to that douche bag. I had more wealth, political power, strength, and let's not forget; I'm fucking hot.
I ran a hand through my now short blonde hair. The ice blue eyes that were mine betrayed no emotion. I just stared at my tall muscled body and wondered: why aren't I good enough?
"Yes Pam." I said, knowing she stood outside my office door.
She came in, shutting the door this time more quietly, and stood behind me with a hand on her hip looking bored. My nakedness didn't affect her.
"When are you going to pull your head out of your ass, Eric?" She asked, letting her gaze appraise my physical embodiment of the word.
I turned around to face her, still smiling, taking note that her gaze was still fixated onto my lower half.
"Did you come in here for a reason, or were you just refreshing your memory as to what those women you fuck lack?"
She let the corner of her full mouth upturn, flipping her long blond hair over a shoulder, while winking a violet blue eye. "Well, if I missed what they were lacking, then I'd hardly be fucking them, now would I?"
My smile became genuine before mysteriously vanishing from another mood swing - leave it to my Child to always have a comeback.
It was one of the reasons I loved her, had chosen her, and still kept her around. Pam would always be the female version of me… and right now I wanted to tell "myself" to fuck off.
She sensed my irritation through our bond and her expression softened, because behind the annoyance and confusion was yearning; she knew me like no-one else. She walked over to me in those ridiculously high heeled black spikes and stood close enough to bite me.
"Sookie will be ours soon, Eric." She whispered, leaning in to inhale my scent with a shudder. "I can still smell her on you."
She slowly licked her lips and pressed her face against my chest. I understood completely how she felt.
Hearing her fangs protract, I pulled her closer to me. I wasn't the only one who desired the telepathic barmaid.
I placed a finger underneath her chin, raising her face up to mine, and traced my tongue over an incisor. I purposely pricked it and she pounced.
Pam clawed up my chest, our mouths mingling to intensify the bloody kiss. I lifted her up to wrap her legs around me. Her leather pants tightened around her rounded bottom, bowing out a little. I cradled that perfect ass in my large hands and squeezed. When it came to Pam; I knew without a doubt, she would always be mine. She would never reject me. She would always be there.
I broke my lips away and her growl at the loss was threatening.
"I don't understand this…feeling, Pam." I quietly confided, my breath tickling the shell of her ear as I trailed feather light kisses across her neck. My own fangs had come out to play and were throbbing.
"Neither do I," she said in a faraway voice, "Sookie is like a disease that eats away at us, making us act…" Pam struggled to finish her train of thought as I strode over to the couch, sitting down on the sofa with her on my lap, pressing my large erection to her center, "…almost human."
Nodding in agreement, I ripped open the matching black leather halter she wore, letting the bountiful breasts I loved so much, fall free of their hold. Her lightly glitter dusted nipples, rosy and taut, were too enticing to resist, so I took one into my mouth and started to suckle. Her moans were like music to my ears as she continued.
"Eric…" Her hands were clutching at my head as her fingers pulled at my hair. "Do you…" She was panting now and rocking against me. "…love me?"
I pulled away, massaging her tits, licking the valley in between them with my tongue as I answered. "Like no other."
"Then fuck me." Pam hissed, shoving my shoulders back and striking- sinking her fangs into my skin violently.
It would seem my Child was feeling neglected and insecure- another reason for me to be pissed at Sookie.
If it wasn't for her distraction then I wouldn't be otherwise preoccupied and Pam wouldn't think she was being replaced.
"With pleasure," I responded darkly, yanking her away.
My blood glistened upon her pillow plump lips.
Flesh of my flesh
I let a guttural sound of lust escape me, throwing her to the floor and speeding to be hover over her. My hands caressed her hips gently at first, but then roughly transformed, as I pulled off her pants; plunging my own fangs into her thigh. She was fingering herself and rubbing her clit as I consumed and sucked.
I lifted my mouth up, teeth also now dripping, and saw her writhing beneath me. The sight of it, the beauty of her, would have left me breathless- had I a need for air.
"Sookie might have my interest…but you will always have my heart Pamela."
I thrust my cock into her sharply as I said her name, making her eyes roll back into her head; further adding to my declaration. Her slick tight channel flexed around me, milking my length like only her pussy could.
"More." She demanded, flipping me over onto my back and taking the reins to be on top.
She was bouncing on top of me in abandonment and I was entranced.
I gripped her narrow waist to help lift her up and crash her back down hard. Her chest jiggled and her face was upturned; eyes shut in rapture. She was clawing at my abs in time with my bucking, the deep red angry welts of her scratches healing instantaneously. And being truly dominant I had had enough.
"No," I said, flying us up in the air; crashing her to be on her back upon my desk, "you will look at me."
Pam's eyes flew open, a self-satisfying smile blossoming across her face. I was still ramming into her, each slap against her echoing into the room.
"Who's your Maker?" I growled, lifting up her legs to rest on my shoulders. All the papers and books on the desk now swiped to the floor.
"You are." She breathed, hitching her voice to scream in ecstasy when I pulled out of her pussy, only to ram my thickness into her ass.
With blinking speed I had flipped her around to be bent over on her stomach. I gripped her chest for leverage and bit savagely into her shoulder.
"Yes-Oh-Master-Yes," Pam shouted.
Her blood was in my mouth and coating my dick. I had practically torn her in two, but I knew she could take it (liking pain the way she did). I retracted my fangs, using my tongue to lick frenzied red circles over her translucently pale skin, as she reached around- grabbing my heavy sack and pinching.
"Mine," I roared out possessively, moving even faster against her, "you will always be mine."
She clamped down on my cock with her ass, while I moved one of my hands down to work her clit. I used the other one to spank her ass cheeks, over and over; alternating with pulling her hair. Her mews and moans spiraled into even higher pitched screams.
"OOHHH ERICCCC!"
Pam's orgasm shook her violently, giving her multiple seizures, and making her cum gush down her legs. I was just about to reach my own climax but needed a little something more.
I pulled out of her and without having to be told; she turned to drop down onto her knees- deep throating me in one swallow. I grabbed the back of her head, pumping into her sweet-sweet mouth while telling her in Swedish that there was no other.
She sucked me hard, swirling the roughness of her tongue over the head (just the way I liked it), as her hand busily worked the base of my shaft.
I couldn’t help but think: there is no better sensation in the world than being inside my Pamela’s mouth.
White lights exploded in my vision as my nuts drew up in release; squirting my seed into the back of her throat, in which she hummed happily; allowing me to drown her in it.
Only when the last spasms of my le petite morte finished did she withdraw from me and stand. She wiped her fingers across her lips and sucked each one clean.
"Well," she deadpanned, cocking her eyebrow, "aren't you just full of surprises today?"
I laughed huskily at first but then grew serious, reaching and pulling her back to me before she could walk away to find another outfit.
"Pam." I spoke tenderly, holding her face in my hands and brushing my lips over hers. "Don't ever doubt again how I feel for you or question what you mean to me."
She nodded, looking down to brush away a stray crimson tear that had escaped her eyes.
"You are, and always will be, my other half." I whispered, kissing her forehead this time. "Only with you do I feel whole."
She cleared of her throat and shrugged, the uncomfortable sentimental moment being rapidly replaced with her grinning at me mischievously.
"As long as YOU remember that when we do finally make Sookie ours…I'm calling shotgun."
I blinked a couple times in shock and then threw my head back in hysterics.
"Seriously Pam…" I exclaimed having finally calmed myself down to mere chuckles, "there really is no-one else like you. That is why, out of all the centuries I've been a vampire- I have only made one Child."
She kissed me chastely, wiggling her eyebrows, before stepping out of my arms and turning towards the closet.
She was all confidence now, sashaying her hips to tease me; stopping briefly as an afterthought to say cockily over her shoulder.
"I know."
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