Night Train Part 5

her back up, withdrawing much slower than he had gone in.

That hot dark pleasure was back, and then some. "Oh my god..." Elaine's toes curled with the exquisite shivering torment of his hardness moving inside her backside. She writhed, and moaned. He groaned and his hands trembled as they gripped her. "Ah, you feel delicious." He thrust swiftly again then pulled back with slow decadence. Elaine whimpered briefly in distress then moaned in abject hunger, overwhelmed by the arresting and profane delight. Her core pulsed in ravenous need and moisture slithered down her thighs. "You are ready." Aramus pressed her forward, onto her hands, leaning over her back. Elaine turned her head to look over her shoulder at him. "Ready for what?" Aramus smiled, showing the length of his fangs. "You have been possessed, now you will be taken." He pressed against her sweating back and wrapped an arm around her waist. "I will accept nothing less than your complete surrender."

Elaine shivered. "I don't think I can surrender."

"You can. You will." He kissed her shoulder briefly. "To me." His hand curled under her to brush against her swollen and frantic clit, and thrust. Hard.

Elaine bucked under him, her senses confused by the sudden throbbing fullness of his brutal thrust and the ferocious liquid delight of his fingers on her clit. He pulled back and the dark voluptuous retreat of his cock was compounded by the inciting burn of his fingers dancing on her clit. The pleasure scorched a trail of fire up the back of her skull.

He thrust again, and pulled back...

Shivers skittered up her spine as the delight blazing in her clit and the aching fullness in her ass mixed to

become a raging blend of avaricious lust. She cried out and shoved back against him in abject need for more of that sinful ecstasy. He retreated, and she thrust back for more.

Aramus groaned, thrusting in earnest to meet her demand, his fingers rubbing with insistence on her clit.

"Blood and Night, yes! Fuck me!"

Her gasping cries echoed with the sound of flesh striking flesh as he took her ass with increasing speed. Erotic tension coiled deep and low in her belly. Her body twisted and her thighs spread wider, toes curling tightly with the violent pleasure of being fucked, of being possessed, of being taken. A climax built with savage strength with every stroke of his cock in her backside.

Aramus wrapped his other arm around her shoulders and panted against her throat, his thrusts pounding into her with frenzied speed. "Your surrender is upon you."

Elaine was beyond thinking past the lust boiling and clawing within her. "Fuck me!"

His thrusts hammered into her as his teeth scored her shoulder. "Mine!" The vampire's voice was a soft whisper. He bit down.

Fire exploded in the back of her skull. She shrieked as it swept her under a wave of darkling glory that shredded her sanity.

Somewhere far away she felt his arms close breathlessly tight around her, taking her writhing and gasping down to the cushions. He wrapped himself securely around her as he buried himself in her body one final time and pulsed within, filling her ass with his cum as he swallowed her blood.

Elaine awoke lying on her back on the sofa with Aramus sitting at her side pressing a hot cloth on her sore privates. Embarrassing though it was, she groaned under the delicious strokes. "God, that feels good...oh my ass!"

Aramus smiled as he cleaned her with gentle attention. "By tomorrow's sunset the aches will have faded."

"Sure about that?" Elaine raised her brow and tried to look stern. "Benefits of all the cum you pumped into me I suppose?"

Aramus grinned broadly. "Of course."

She watched his beautiful hands and thought of sketching them. Then another thought crossed her mind. "I don't feel like I lost any of my creativity."

"I barely skimmed the surface of your talent. I teach art, I do not take it from others."

Elaine looked up at him. A vampire who taught art? Okay, that was strange... "What do you teach?"

Aramus smiled and strode back to the tiny turn of the century sink in the corner to run hot water over the cloth. "Drawing and oil painting, so believe me when I say you are very good indeed."

Elaine rose up on one elbow. "Wow... I hope the instructor interviewing me in Prague agrees with you."

"What?" Aramus stilled. He came back to her in one long stride and gripped her shoulder. "What instructor; a drawing master?"

Elaine frowned. What was with him? "Yes, Dimitri Ivanova."

Aramus's eyes went wide black and inhuman. "You must not go to him!"

"What? But I have to..."

"No, I forbid it!"

"You forbid it?" Elaine's mouth fell open. "Aramus!"

"No." Red flared deep in the heart of Aramus's black eyes. "He is the vampire in Prague I spoke of. He will destroy you."

Elaine shivered. The weird glow in his eyes was seriously scary. "Aramus, he already found me, he paid my way from Rome. I have to go. I can't afford to pay him back."

His fingers dug painfully into her shoulder. "How did he find you?"

"You know that picture missing from my book?"

"Yes?"

"I got a letter at my hotel with a Xerox copy of the picture asking if the portrait was my work. I think he was the instructor Anthony tried to pass my work off to. The next letter had the train ticket on the Orient Express from Rome to Prague."

Aramus turned away and scowled at the wall. He shook his head. "Elaine, you must not meet with him. Dimitri's victims do not recover from his appetites."

Elaine swallowed. Oh God, what if he was right? "Aramus, he paid for everything, food, hotels...everything. Are you sure...?"

"Very sure. This is not the first time he has done this. The travel expenses are payment for the talent he will scour from your soul."

Oh shit..."Fine, I'll just tell him 'no thank you' and leave." Aramus turned to her, his fangs bared. "No! If he sees you, he will take you. You are not to meet withhim!"

Elaine rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on! I'm not totally helpless, Judo champ remember?"How bad couldit be, really? "Elaine, at this moment youare helpless. Your body is enthralled, you have no resistance to any vampire's will - he will rape your soul dry!" Okay, that's bad.Elaine swallowed. "I can't avoid him. He's meeting me at the station in Prague." Aramus turned away. His hands clenched into fists. "Then you will not meet him alone." "What? Are you out of your mind?" Elaine set her jaw. "Aramus, this is not your problem." The vampire shook his head. "I enthralled you, you are my responsibility." I'm a responsibility, terrific... Elaine sighed. Aramus shook his head and raised his hand. "I will deal with Dimitri." Elaine frowned in suspicion. "How well do you know him?" "More so than I would like." Aramus went back to the basin and ran the cloth under hot water, then draped it over the spigot. "I was once an art student myself, a very long time ago." "What?" Elaine's mouth fell open. "Then the vampire longevity thing is true?" "Yes." "How old are you?" "Older than I care to mention." Aramus stepped into the small chamber beyond the partition and pulled the blankets off the fold-down bed. He strode back into the main compartment. "It is time for you to sleep."

"But Aramus..."

"Enough." The vampire shook his head and unfolded the blankets. "I will deal with this when we come to Prague." He climbed onto the sofa with her and spread out the blankets.

Elaine moved back to make room for him. "Are you sure?"

"Sleep, Elaine." He kissed her brow and drew the blankets over them. "I will take care of this." She snuggled against his heart, her legs entwining with his. "But..."A yawn escaped. "Sleep." He wrapped his arms around her and tucked her head under his chin. "I will take care of you."

Somewhere in the tangled realm of waking dreams, she felt his warm body wrap tight against her back. The hot brand of his cock slid between her thighs. She didn't think she merely arched back and opened to him.

He groaned and slid within in one swift thrust. His body rocked against and within hers in a slow and comforting rhythm, his hands possessively cupping her breasts and tugging her nipples, his breath hot against her throat.

Passion smoldered, flared and she writhed within his grasp. His teeth grazed her throat. Lines of fire scored her tender skin. She moaned as a climax flashed in fierce waves.

He groaned and pulled her tight against him, rocking within her and lapping at the warm wetness running down her neck. His whispering voice was barely audible as it rasped hoarsely against her ear. "Mine, mine, mine..."

It was early afternoon by the time Elaine stirred from sleep with the vampire still wrapped around her body and hot against her spine. She ached everywhere. She turned to see him open his eyes. His eyes were sleepy and human brown. He looked perfectly normal, if a little tousled and a touch pale. He looked beautiful.

Aramus gave her a tired smile. "Elaine," he whispered. He kissed her brow and rose. "Gather your things, but do not leave this car until I come for you."

Elaine grabbed the blankets and sat up. "What about breakfast...?"

"Call your steward, and eat here." Aramus caught her chin and stared into her eyes. "You are not to go anywhere without me."

Elaine raised a brow at his command. "Aren't you being a little paranoid?"

"No." He tugged on his clothes with swift efficiency.

"I can't leave? Not even to take a shower?"

"Use the sink in here."

"Aramus, I need a shower! I stink of sex!"

"No shower." He caught her face and kissed her. His smile was swift. "You stink of me." He left her in a

swirl of dark leather.

From the window in her cabin, the woods and fields showed that a light snow had fallen in the night. The sky was still gray with the threat of more snow to come.

After as thorough a wash as she was able with only a cloth, Elaine dug out her warmest socks and pulled on her last clean pair of black jeans. To her dismay, the bite on her breast was too sensitive to comfortably wear a bra. She pulled on her softest t-shirt and yanked her heavy white sweater on over it, hoping that no one would notice her unrestrained breasts.

She was tugging her hair into a tight braid while finishing the last of her tea and toast when Aramus returned for her.

He immediately dug his fingers into her mane and tugged out the braid. "Leave your hair unbound."

"Aramus!"

"Please." He turned her face and touched his lips to hers. "For me."

Elaine sighed. "Fine, what ever." She brushed out her hair.

With a shuddering rattle and a squeal of train whistles, the Orient Express sailed past medieval castles, modern skyscrapers and gothic churches of Prague and into the soaring Victorian station in the heart of the snow-dusted city. The broad face of station's antique clock tower showed their arrival exactly at two.

"It is time." Aramus set sunglasses over his eyes, his mouth set in a determined line. He lifted her backpack over his shoulder and looped her arm through his. "Do not leave my side."

Elaine took one last look at the art deco sleeper car. She was putting all her trust in the word of a total stranger, someone she had met only last night, and yet... And yet Aramus had been honest with her. Honest about what he wanted from her, honest about what he was, honest about the power he held over her... Honest about everything. The real question was, how honest was this man awaiting her in Prague? What did he want from her? A student or a meal?

There was only one way to find out.

Her heart slamming in her chest, Elaine tightened her fingers on the vampire's arm as he led her from her car toward the exits.

Under the soaring steel and glass arched cover of the Victorian station, amongst the sea of shouting porters and disembarking passengers, Elaine held tight to Aramus's arm, while battling her long dark blond hair and the wind. The sky was gray, the air bitterly cold and the wind smelled strongly of snow.

With swift efficiency, Aramus organized the collection of their luggage bags, a porter and a rolling cart. He patted her cold fingers on his arm. "I have a car waiting. I will take you someplace safe..."

"Elaine!" The voice was youthful and eerily familiar.

Elaine turned to look behind her.

A tall, slender and dark-haired young man wove through the crowd toward her. His hair was matted and

his face looked sunken. There were dark circles under his blue eyes. His short brown leather coat flapped open over a thin t-shirt. His jeans didn't look particularly clean.

And yet, she knew him. "Tony?" She frowned. When she had seen him in Rome, he had been ablaze with character, arroganceand good-humor. The girls had swarmed over him. He looked nothing like himself. He looked drained,worn out, burned out.What the hell happened to him?

Aramus turned, took one look at Anthony and growled.

Anthony jerked to a startled halt less than two yards away. He stared wide-eyed at Aramus then darted a look at Elaine. "Elaine?"

"Do not speak to her, thrall." Aramus pulled Elaine behind him. "Where is your master?" Elaine nearly choked.Thrall? Tony belonged to a vampire? Anthony flinched. "He's...he's..." He shuddered. "Oh God, he's going to kill me..." Aramus sneered. "You are already dead." "Boy, is there a problem?" The voice was cultured and sickeningly erotic. Elaine felt heat flash through her heart and yet her stomach churned as though she'd somehow come face to face with an open sewer. "Oh my God..." Aramus hadnot been kidding when he'd said she'd know another vampire, but this...thiswas disgusting! Aramus glanced down at her, his expression obscured by his dark sun-glasses. "Avoid looking directly at him, and do not answer him."

"No problem," she whispered. "I think I'm going to be sick."