The New Vampire Comes

"Aw, thanks, Sweet Thing," I drawled, stepping closer again. Her reaction was cute. Hell, she was cute. Innocent wasn't the right word for her, but she was still jumpy without being scared of her own shadow.

She took another step backwards, checking behind her to see how much more branch she had left.

She turned to look at him, meeting his eyes. God, those eyes... so inviting.

"Now why are you running away from me?" Freddy teased, reaching out to touch her wrist. "I promise that I don't bite." Well, not unless I get too excited.

"I'm not running." She replied. "I'm walking... Slowly."

His hand clasped around her wrist and she felt the sparks fly. Everything about the way he was behaving right now screamed 'danger' but for some reason and she didn't know how... He was drawing her in and she was powerless to stop him.

"Really?" Freddy asked, lifting up her hand and giving is a light kiss. "Why're you walking slowly then, Mackenzie?" It wasn't like he was going to hurt her. He didn't hurt the women he was with. He just didn't fall for them, but really, who cared about that? Not most of those women, probably.

"I don't know." She replied and she truly didn't. Right now, she wanted nothing more than to jump into his arms, wrap herself around him and kiss those sumptious lips. Stop it! She chided herself.

He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it softly, her legs turned to Jelly at his touch.

"Then just come here," Freddy said, his tone softening slightly. "Don't fall off the branch. You probably won't get hurt, but then it might be funny enough that you'll make me laugh, and then that would be rude of me."

She couldn't help but smile as she took a step back toward him, her hand still firmly in his grip.

Her eyes never left his as she stepped back toward the tree trunk.

Freddy walked backwards with her until his back was touching the trunk. He sank down and straddled the large branch. He took hold of Mackenzie's wrist and pulled her down so that she was sitting across from him.

He pulled her down gently and she obediantly followed, their knees touching as they straddled the branch, her hand still in his, her eyes still buried deep, still watching him.

There was something about those red eyes Freddy liked.
Probably because they're so wild-looking, he thought. This girl was obviously drooling over him, and he liked that. He liked it a lot.
"Don't be nervous," he said, placing his hand on her cheek and pushing her hair out of her face. "Like I said, I don't bite."

I might She thought as he brushed the hair out of her face. She reached a hand out tentatively and placed it on his knee, tracing circles with the tip of her finger.

"I'm not nervous." She replied.

Freddy raised an eyebrow, a lustful glint coming into his eye as her fingers traced over his knee.
"That's good," he said, leaning in closer to her so that his lips brushed against hers. "I'd hate for you to be nervous." But then you're not innocent. Not if I know my stuff.

She opened her mouth slightly as his lips made contact with hers, she shifted herself along the branch so that she was closer to him.

Her newborn emotions coming out to play.

Once she started to kiss back, Freddy started to kiss harder, his hand reaching around to cup the back of her neck. The other hand wound around her waist, and he pulled her even closer so that their knees were pressed together.

She let out a soft moan as he pulled her to him. Every tiny part of him which made contaact with her, making her skin tingle at the touch. Her arms snaked around his neck and ran through his hair.

Damn, that's a good moan! he thought, grinning to himself. He liked moaners and screamers, and he couldn't wait to see what she'd be like for more than kissing.
To figure it out, he flicked his tongue over hers lips, tasting them and teasing them. Then, before, she could open them, he caught her bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling it.

"Mmm." She groaned, as she pushed her body against him, her hands raking down his back and not very gently. She could hear the fabric of his shirt rip as her nails sliced through it.

God he's good. She thought to herself, knowing that she wanted whatever he had to offer.

The feel of her newborn heat pressing against him through his clothes made Freddy hot, and he liked it. The sound of her ripping through the back of his shirt with her nails was something he liked even better, and he felt his dick twitch in his pants in response to her.
He pushed his tongue in between her lips, plundering and exploring her mouth. His arm around her waist moved lower, his hand going down over her ass, her hip, up her shirt, over her side, over her stomach, and then up her bra.
Oh, nice, he thought when he felt her size. Now this was the shit that got him going. Really, the only problem that they'd have now was getting down from the tree branch.

She shivered as his rough hand travelled across her skin, his tongue entered her mouth, searching. She kissed him back ferociously, needing to taste him. Her hands moved to the back of his neck, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss.

That's it, Freddy thought, sliding his tongue over her teeth and then pushing back on her tongue. He cupped one of her breasts in his hand, squeezing the soft flesh and then running his thumb over her nipple, his blunt nails raking over her skin.
She was as close to him as she could possilby be on the tree branch, and he knew that if they stayed on the branch much longer, it would break and that that might ruin his rythm for a minute.
And we can't have that, can we? he thought, pulling back and letting go of her.
"Come on, Sweet Thing," he said, swinging one of his legs over the branch, "let's get off this tree."

She followed him off of the tree eagerly, landing on her feet in front of him. She instantly wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him to her, her mouth locking onto his as she slipped her tongue inside and tasted him properly.

So this was why newborns were sold as slaves. She thought.

Freddy gripped her hips, pulling them to his. His tongue twisted back around hers and sucked on it, getting the sweet taste. Newborns always tasted so good, always having a little bit of a humanness left in them.

Her hands travelled up his shirt, undoing each button one by one. She thrust her hips forward, feeling him grow against her.

"Freddy." She moaned, between kisses as she slipped his shirt off of his shoulders, her hands running across his hard chest.

He was really getting hard now, what with between her touches and her grinding, and he ground his hips back. Then his hands left her hips, and he pulled her shirt off of her in a second. He thought he heard it tear, but he didn't stop to check as his mouth attacked her neck and his hands flew up her body, feeling over her stomach and her breasts. He wanted to touch her and make her moan again. It was a sound he couldn't resist.