THE SEDUCER
by Jello Cat, 1995
jellocat@comcast.net
 
 
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Warning -- sex, sex, and more sex, sort of... there's at least talk
of sex, and some sexual conduct, and the naming of particular body
parts...
 
SPOILER -- for, uh, maybe ToTBT...??? IWTV?
 
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Louis de Pointe du Lac
 
"Louis, my, you are quite beautiful this evening," said Lestat.
He sat on the soft, velvet couch, legs crossed, arms crossed
around that muscular chest. His lips were moist and I imagined
tasting them then, the sweetness of his mouth, his tongue delving
into my mouth. How I would capture that tongue and suck gently on
it bringing his warmth ever deeper into me.
 
I stood by the doorway and merely looked at him. His golden hair
softly caressed his broad shoulders. His blue eyes twinkled
deliciously at me. His lips... oh, those lips.
 
I dressed for him this evening. He liked seeing me in tight pants
and a soft, cashmere sweater, or silk shirt or anything that was
sensuous to his touch. He would run his hands down the length of
my chest and my arms, caress my back, and then slowly remove my
outer garments to feel the silken skin beneath. He was a master
at seduction and I the fool for it. I layered my clothes this
evening, to make his advances even more prolonged...
 
"Only for you my sunlit beauty," I whispered. I leaned against
the door with my arms crossed around my chest and waited. He
loved making the first move. He loved being the dominant one. And
I loved melting into his embrace.
 
"Come to me, beautiful one..." he said, holding out his arms to
me.
 
I walked slowly over to him, making sure my walk was indeed as
sensuous as I could possibly make it, swaying the hips ever so
slightly, letting my arms swing gently, tossing my head a bit to
one side. I pulled the ribbon from my hair and let it fall around
my shoulders. He gasped. I stepped closer to him and stood near.
I clasped my hands in front of me hiding the bulge that was
surely visible to him now. My lips were slightly parted, my eyes
misty.
 
He eyed me from head to toe drinking me in slowly and completely.
Not an inch of me escaped his vision. He stood up from his place
on the couch and stepped close to me. He placed his hands on my
chest, I closed my eyes and waited for his lips to meet mine. I
felt his hands in my hair and then his lips upon my bare neck. He
licked and suckled me a bit and then let his tongue trail up to
my ear. He nibbled on my earlobe gently and then ran his tongue
along my cheek finally meeting my anxious lips. He plunged into
me then, exploring the inner most regions of my mouth. His lips
pressed against mine and I nearly collapsed in his arms.
 
He held me close and continued drawing my lips into him sucking
on my tongue, moving his lips on my lips in such a way that all
the hairs of my body stood up in sheer exquisite pleasure. I felt
little chills running through me. I let my hands drop to cradle
his jean-clad buttocks, squeezing gently his spongy cheeks and
then trailed a finger along his crack sending little shivers
through him.
 
"Oh yes, yes, oh yes!" I said as his lips left mine to explore
other areas of my face.
 
"I want to ravage you, Louis, right this minute, right here. Let
me make love to you right now!" he whispered.
 
"Yes... please..." I moaned.
 
We dropped to the floor, in front of the fireplace. He laid me
down on the fur rug and pulled the sweater over my head. He
tossed it to one side and leaned over to kiss me deeply again. I
wrapped my arms around his shoulders and brought him in to me
tightly, pressing my lips against his even harder, pushing my
tongue into his mouth. I felt the weight of his body on top of
me. His hardened sex pressed against my groin and he moved his
hips in a slow rhythm rubbing against me, hardening me, I could
feel my organ throbbing to escape my jeans.
 
He engulfed my mouth with his lips while his hands busied
themselves with undoing my silk shirt. He took each button one by
one, slowly, dipping his fingers inside for a brief touch before
tackling the next button. Upon releasing all the buttons from my
shirt he lifted me slightly from the fur and slipped my shirt off
of me exposing my stark chest. The chill in the air on my naked
skin hardened my nipples. His fingers gently rubbed each nipple,
pinching slightly, then running his fingers lightly over them
before taking a nipple into his mouth to suckle.
 
"Ohhhh... ooohhh... your lips..." I gasped. "I love your lips..."
 
"Do you love my tongue as well?" he asked as he licked each
nipple tenderly. His hand would caress one while his lips
caressed the other.
 
"Yes... yes... I love your tongue..." He flicked his tongue on my
nipples once more and then trailed a moist line down the center
of me kissing the supple skin of my stomach. He kissed me while
his hands undid the button and then zipper of my jeans. As my
pants opened to him the head of my organ peeked out. I could feel
the chilled room air upon it. His lips touched lightly on the
skin around it, teasing me, sending even more lovely shivers
through my writhing body. He slowly slid my pants off, very
slowly, and followed this action with his lips.
 
"Ooooooh... yes, please, kiss me...ohhhh... ahhhh....." My hands
tangled in his fleecy hair and I gently guided him to the place I
wanted his lips the most. "There... kiss me there... please..." I
gasped. I felt his lips kiss the tip of my hardened organ. A
chilled rush went through me again and a sublime sense of
pleasure overtook me. I raised my hips to feel his hot, wet mouth
slide over my organ. I pumped my cock into his mouth in a
soothing rhythm feeling his pliant lips tug on my skin, massage
my throbbing sex... "oooohhh yes! Yes! Ohhhh yes!"
 
 
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I awoke with a start sending the top of my coffin flying off its
hinges and I, bolting upright with wide open eyes. I felt a dim
hunger inside of me, a tightness in the area of my stomach, as if
all the muscles there had been pulled flat and a great weight had
descended upon me. I was breathless and a little lightheaded. I
felt if I stood up I would surely topple over. I blinked several
times trying to clear my frosted vision. What had happened? What
in the hell was I dreaming? It happened again! My mouth was agape
with such astonishment I must've looked a complete horror. I
quickly embarked from the coffin and ran quickly down the attic
stairs into the hallway and then swiftly into the parlour.
 
Lestat sat on the couch reading a magazine. Actually, I wasn't
sure he was reading it as it was turned sideways and a page was
unfolded hanging down. He had a most peculiar look on his face
when I stumbled into the room. He knew I was there but hadn't
looked away from the magazine.
 
"Lestat!" I cried out in anguish. "Lestat!"
 
"What is it, Louis? What's the matter," he said without looking
up.
 
"I need to talk to you!" I stood breathless at the doorway,
holding my chest as if to keep myself from exploding. He laid the
magazine at his side and looked up.
 
"What is it, Louis? What's happened?" He said, looking at me
quite anxiously.
 
"I've been having the most peculiar dreams," I stumbled into the
chair next to the fire and noticed the fur rug in front of it. My
face must've been a perfect mask of horror at the sight of it.
"Where did THAT come from?" I asked pointing at the rug.
 
"Don't you like it? I picked it up a while ago. You were still
sleeping and I was mightily thirsty. I hunted early and then
discovered that magnificent piece of fur in one of the old
antique shops on Bourbon Street. Feel how soft it is, Louis!
Wouldn't you just love to roll around on it naked!" He laughed.
 
I gasped and stared at him in amazement. "Oh..." I whispered. I
was rubbing my chest, massaging the breathlessness away from me.
 
"What's happened, Louis? You look completely aghast."
 
"I've been having these dreams..."
 
"Yes, so you said..."
 
"This one... just now...It was... it was... unlike any dream I
had ever had. Well, I've been having these dreams but for some
reason... I remember this one more than the others. Quite
vivid... yes, very real." I swallowed. My hunger was growing
within me and I was only now sensing a vague odor of blood
emanating from him. I could see the blood coursing through him,
enlivening him, sending ruddy color through his hands, the small
part of his exposed chest, his neck, his cheeks, his lips.....
Oh! His lips!
 
"Louis... you're staring at me. What's happened? Why do you look
at me this way?" He leaned forward, ready to leap up and shake me
like he used to whenever I would fall into staring so intently
upon him.
 
I could remember every detail of the dream and... every
sensation. But it wasn't real, was it? It was a dream...
 
"Come. Come with me and we'll feed. I could use another drink..."
he stood up and walked over to me. I watched his movement, so
feline, so graceful, so sensuous...
 
He took my hand and lifted me out of my chair, out of my stupor.
I shook away the memory of the dream and allowed him to lead me
out.
 
"So. You had a dream? What was it, this dream that seems to have
affected you so, hmmm?" he put his arm around my waist and
continued to lead the way.
 
"It seems so real! You and I we were..." I stopped myself. He
would surely laugh at me if I told him.
 
"Yes? We were what?" We left the house and began walking. We were
both silent, taking in the crisp, night air, gazing at the
blanket of stars.
 
We walked aimlessly through the streets of New Orleans. He was
patiently waiting for a reply from me, his arm loose about my
waist as mine was with him.
 
"We were..." I fell silent again. I couldn't tell him. I should
make something up, I thought. I couldn't tell him. He would laugh
at me and I couldn't bear that now.
 
"Yes, yes?"
 
Two leather clad gentlemen rushed us at that moment. We had
wandered onto a darkened street and paid little attention to our
location. They were upon us with their little pocket knives
before we sensed their presence. They demanded our money.
Tonight's prey would be easily come upon. I took the one closest
to me swiftly, feeling my fangs gently pierce his skin, feeling
that hot, thick blood fill my mouth. I sucked slowly, savoring
every drop, caressing his shoulders and then running my hand over
his roughened, hairy chest while my other hand held his head
close to my lips. I pinched his nipple while licking the last few
drops of blood that spurted from his vein. I almost froze -- I
had NEVER done something like that before!
 
And then his body fell slack and I held him tightly while feeling
the intensity of the swoon. I nearly dropped to my knees with him
the swoon had overcome me so. On gaining my senses I flung him
into the deep, overgrown ditch off the side of the road. I turned
to see Lestat doing the same with his victim.
 
"Ahhh... that was divine!" he said, coming close to me. He was
still a bit whoozy as I was. He placed a hand on my face and
traced the line of my jaw to my lips. Then, he kissed me full on
my mouth and I found myself returning this kiss, deeply, with my
tongue. He pulled away suddenly.
 
"Louis! My... well, that was rather interesting!" he said,
smiling. He leaned back into me. "I'd like to try that little
game again." He kissed me again only this time he slipped his
tongue into me and I took it, sucking gently, tasting the few
drops of blood that remained there from his victim. A zing went
through my body and I nearly collapsed. He caught me in his arms
and held me tight letting this kiss go on for quite a while. When
we finally parted we were both panting quite heavily. He gasped.
 
"Now, Louis, tell me about this dream!" He clasped both my hands
in his and pulled me close to him again resting his forehead
against mine while I tried to compose my thoughts in order to
explain to him the erotic dreams I had been having.
 
"Uhh... Let's walk back to the apartment. I need to feel the
Earth under my feet. Please, walk with me." I pulled away from
him, shook the hair from my eyes, and attempted to compose
myself. I took a deep breath and thought of how I might describe
such a dream to him. He caught up with and grabbed my arm.
 
"Louis! What's going on in that bewildering head of yours?" He
stopped me there on the street and turned my body towards him.
Ahh... all that blonde hair framing that lovely face. I wanted to
place my lips all over his face. I fell to staring at him again
thinking such thoughts. He shook me and I roused myself from my
passions.
 
"Louis... tell me what you dreamed!" he said quite sternly,
peering into my eyes with a hardened stare, his grip tight on my
arms.
 
"I dreamed that... we made love..." I turned away from him. I
felt so ashamed at him knowing what my dreams had been. I
didn't want to see him smile as I knew he surely was. I felt his
warmed lips on my cheek and then his hands turned my face. He
kissed me on my lips and rubbed my nose with his. How warm he was
now, his breath cool and odorless and I felt his grip on my face
loosening and moving to encircle my waist. I couldn't control
myself, it seemed, and I leaned into him and held him tightly in
my arms and kissed him deeper than we had before. My hands moved
up and down his back, caressing his strong muscles as I gave into
my passion. He did not back away this time. He placed one hand on
the back of my head and tangled his hand in my hair. When we
finally came apart we simply stared at each other in amazement.
We were both quite breathless.
 
"How very interesting," he smiled. I gulped and closed my eyes
leaning my head on his shoulder. He held me there and rocked me
gently. "Perhaps you are combining mortal memories with your
vampire ones. Well? What memories have you been having,
Louis?" he asked mockingly.
 
"I don't know. I don't think I was having any such memories as
that! I haven't thought of such a thing in a very long time. In
fact, I don't remember ever having thought of such a thing. I
don't know where these thoughts are coming from but for the last
few nights... these dreams... they've precluded all else..." I
closed my eyes and simply rested on his shoulder. His arms were a
comfort to me and I thought of how much I loved to feel him
wrapped around me like this.
 
"And in these dreams, do you... do you cum, Louis?" I pulled
away from him.
 
"Q'est c'est?" I stared at him, wondering what he meant.
 
"Are the dreams fulfilling, in any way?" he winked.
 
"Oh..." I moaned, understanding what he meant. "I don't think so.
It seems I wake before..." I laid my head back on his shoulders.
He nuzzled my neck and kissed my ear.
 
"Ahhhh..." he laughed. "Well, perhaps you should remain sleeping
a bit longer, hmmm?" he laughed gently to himself but I was
embarrassed nonetheless. I shouldn't have told him. I was near to
being angry now. "It sounds to me to be such pleasant dreams.
What I wouldn't give to have a dream such as that!" he said,
sensing my tension. "How I would make love to you, Louis, if I
were a mortal man!"
 
I pulled away from him. I felt a sadness mist my eyes. "Why can't
vampires make love?" I asked.
 
"Hmmmm?" he said, looking at me with such affection in his eyes
and waking from his own reverie.
 
"Why can't vampires make love?"
 
"I don't really know. Perhaps, it's because the blood encompasses
all desires, all passion, sexual passion most of all. I can't
tell you how hard you were when I first took your blood. I
thought your organ would leap right out of your pants!" he
smiled.
 
I think I was even more shocked now but I controlled what
surprise I might have expressed on my face and continued to hold
his gaze. "Yes, I remember..."
 
"Maybe THAT's where your dreams originate... you're remembering
that exquisite mortal sensation, the feeling of passion that sent
your hairs on end, shivers down your spine, and engorged your
cock with desire! But that mortal passion is never completely
fulfilled, is it? You did not ejaculate....."
 
"What are you saying?" I asked feeling his arms around me.
 
"I'm saying, Louis, that it's the blood that fulfills all those
hungry desires. The blood is everything!" We walked apart now
towards our home, meandering slowly down the dark street. I
clasped my hands behind my back and thought of his words. The
blood, indeed, was the height of all desire -- but was it truly
fulfilling? Afterall, once the blood is taken there is no warm
body to embrace, no kisses, no words spoken. Only the loneliness
remains afterwards, once the swoon has worn off and the desire
and lust for another kill is as strong as ever though the body is
satiated and filled.
 
"Why am I having such dreams, then?" I asked, looking at him as
he walked beside me, his hands in the pockets of his jeans.
 
"Hmmmm..." he sighed. "I don't really know, mon chere. Could they
be the reason for your, uh, show of passion earlier this
evening?"
 
I walked silently for a while, thinking of an answer to his
words, an answer that wasn't coming to me. I shook my head
slightly and shrugged my shoulders.
 
"I see," he said. We reached our flat and stood looking up at its
lighted windows. I didn't want to go inside quite yet. The night
was deliciously cool and fragrant and the sky was thick with
stars.
 
"Can we sit outside here for a while?" I asked.
 
"Yes, of course." He took my hand and led me into the courtyard
where a wrought iron bench was posted next to the fountain. We
sat here and simply took in the night enjoying the wistful breeze
and the scents surrounding us, enjoying the company of one
another.
 
"Do these dreams really bother you that much? Do they make you
sad, Louis, or give you a yearning to be mortal again?"
 
"Perhaps. Of course, I always think of being mortal again, but
that's something you know and something I'd rather not think
about too much. I'm just curious about the reason for these
dreams. Oh, I've had some fairly interesting dreams, I remember
that! But never anything like... these." I smiled to myself
thinking, well, at least these dreams are pleasant! I laughed a
little, to myself. Lestat and I, making love! What a preposterous
idea! Not that he's undesireable in that way -- he is handsome
and alluring and I am quite attracted to him. I love him. If I
were a mortal man I would fall into his arms. Intimacy with him
in such a way would not be repellant to me at all. I raised an
eyebrow at the thought of our bodies writhing in pleasure
together.
 
"I don't think I've ever had such dreams as a vampire!" he said,
smirking. "I sure wish I could! They sound like such fun! You and
I, hmmm?" he asked looking at me, his eyes twinkling in delight.
 
I laughed. "Yes... quite a scene that would be!"
 
"I think I would enjoy it very much," he brushed my face with his
fingers and then kissed me lightly on my lips. "Would you like to
go on a little adventure?"
 
"Oh, no, not again. You and your adventures -- they always seem
to bring about some kind of trouble. Remember what happened with
David..." Oh! Why did I bring THAT up? I sat waiting for an angry
response.
 
He snarled and looked away. I knew he loved David, he fashioned
him to be his new companion when I had no longer suited that
purpose. He knew how I felt then and I think he's been trying to
make up for it ever since.
 
"It's all right, Louis. I love you, I always have, and being with
David made me realize it even more. No. He belongs with Marius.
The two of them have so much more in common with each other." He
took my hand and held it in his lap. "I think most vampires are
awfully fickle creatures. It seems we hurt each other more than
we love each other. I am tired of playing that game, Louis. I
have no designs on making any others, at least not right now..."
he winked. I frowned at him. Am I not enough at last? I thought.
"I have you now as I've always wanted to have you and I'm not
about to let you go!" he said.
 
"Ahhh... so what adventure, then, did you have in mind?" I asked,
holding tight to his hand.
 
"Just a little one, really. It has nothing to do with any other
vampires, the devil, or God. Just you and me, Louis, that's all.
It's not even an adventure, really, more like... a vacation."
 
"I would like to take a vacation. I would like that very much.
Where shall we go?"
 
"Someplace warm, I should think. Yes, warm, tropical, fragrant
with all manner of wildflowers... near water. I would like to go
swimming under a full moon and catch a shark with my bare hands!
Let's go fishing, Louis!" he laughed his rambunctious laugh and I
laughed with him. Imagine -- two vampires with fishing poles --
what a sight that would be! "You know, I've never been to
Australia and New Zealand. I've seen pictures -- it's beautiful
there, Louis, and the waters are so crystal clear. The largest
sharks in the world are in those waters."
 
"You want to catch a shark? Whatever for?" he took his hand and
placed it around my shoulders. He pulled me close to him and I
complied. This affectionate intimacy we had been sharing since
David left had been more invigorating to me than anything. I
savored his touch though I would never instigate his affections
myself. He knew how I felt. David told him what I really wanted -
- Lestat's affection, his warmth, his tenderness, that was all. I
laid my head on his shoulder and imagined him with a great white
shark.
 
"I don't know. It seems like an exciting thing to do. David
hunted tigers at one time, why shouldn't I hunt the shark? I'd
like to know if I can breathe underwater." He rubbed my shoulder
with his hand.
 
I laughed. "You are impetuous!"
 
"Ahh... Louis, what fun it could be. I think you would find it
all very lovely. Those waters... and the teeming colorful life in
the coral reefs. How beautiful it is. We would have to rent
lights of some sort since the waters would be nighttime waters.
We could walk the beach for hours, Louis. It would be peaceful."
 
"Yes. It would be different. I have never seen a coral reef." He
kissed me again, more tenderly. I almost...
 
"We could swim in the nude, Louis! No one would be out in the
dark! Not with those sharks lurking about."
 
"Great. I don't think a shark minds whether its victim is human
or vampire, hmmm?" He laughed out loud again and hugged me.
 
"Don't worry, Louis. If any of those big, nasty sharks come after
you I'll take him in a flash!"
 
"Oh, so you are my protector!" I nuzzled in closer to him
smelling the cool air in his hair.
 
"Of course, my darling! Of course! I am your body guard!" he
laughed again and held me tighter. I was laughing too yet the
feel of his hands around me sent me into a delightful shiver. The
night was coming to a close and I could sense the tiny fingers of
dawn pulling the curtain open. It was beginning to get
uncomfortable for me but I didn't wish to go to sleep quite yet I
was enjoying his body so close to mine. He sensed the morning
approaching. "The sun is coming, Louis. Time for bed." He rose
and pulled me to my feet. We walked with our arms around each
other into the flat.
 
"Lestat..." I paused.
 
"Yes?"
 
"May I ask a favor of you?"
 
"Certainly. Anything for you, my love."
 
"May I sleep in your coffin?"
 
"And where shall I sleep? In yours?"
 
"No... I wish to sleep in your coffin... with you..." I looked at
him and waited for a reaction. He stood staring at me.
 
"Of course, my darling. I would like that very much." He kissed
me gently, pulled away for an instant, and then kissed me again -
- this time he slipped his tongue in my mouth and I took him as
before. "Oh, this should prove very interesting, very interesting
indeed..." he whispered.
 
He had his coffin re-lined with fur. This surprised and delighted
me. "I think that perhaps we should remove our clothes?"
he said.
 
"Perhaps..." We stood gazing at each other and waited to see
which one of us would begin first. He did, of course, and I
followed his action removing everything until finally we stood
naked in front of each other. We explored each other with our
eyes and then he took my hand and lead me into his coffin. I was
to lay on top of him, like I did once so long ago -- on the first
night I was a vampire when he forgot to make provisions for me.
This time I would savor the feeling of him underneathe me though
eventually we positioned our bodies so that we lay on our sides
pressed together. We fell asleep in each other's arms after a
long, and lingering kiss. I believe his dreams were the same as
mine for when we woke the next night our hands were on each
other's buttocks and we both opened our eyes smiling at each
other. I believe this time, the dream WAS fulfilling...
 
			THE END