encounter

FIRST ENCOUNTER

By Laura Griffin (graven@lightspeed.net)

Michele Patterson (nunkies@rocketmail.com)

DISCLAIMER: This story may offend some. If you don't care too much for a

little rough sex, then you might want to skip it. These characters do not belong

to us, we're just having a little fun with them and will return them when we're

through. As far as a time frame within Forever Knight, it doesn't fit, there is

none, we made it up. This is the first in what could turn out to be a series of

stories. Comments, praise, adoration will be gladly accepted; flames, however,

will be dealt with accordingly (may be used to help with the heating bills this

winter).

As she drove over to the radio station, she thought about her first month in the

new precinct as a Detective. It had been busy, exciting, exhilarating...and

exhausting. She checked her eyes in the rearview mirror of the car, noting the

puffiness around them. She made a mental note to buy some eye cream at the

drug store on the way home in the morning.

She turned the car into the alley and parked in the small lot behind the building

that housed both the odd nightclub and CERK. She parked the car, shut off the

engine, and grabbed her notepad off the front seat to review the notes she'd

taken about this case. Both of these businesses were owned and run by Mr.

Lucien LaCroix. In her partner's absence, Captain Reese had told her to make

this little run down to these establishments to check on a few minor details in

one of Nick's cases. Just a few blanks that needed to be filled in by the owner of

the club in which a homicide had occurred several weeks ago. Mr. LaCroix had

been the target and the witness, but had somehow managed to come through

unscathed.

Tracy had called the radio station earlier in the afternoon to make certain that the

gentleman would be available for a quick meeting. She was told that he'd be on

the air and that she could drop by at any time during his broadcast. She got out

of the car and walked the few steps to the back door of the building just as a

janitor was opening it to leave. He let her pass by into the building and gave her

a quick set of directions on where to find the owner. She thanked the man as he

made his way out of the door and locked it behind him.

Tracy strolled down the short hallway. She peered into the studio where the "On

the Air" light was on over the door. There was a small window that she could

see into, and she saw the back of the DJ's head as he spoke into the microphone.

There was a small speaker system overhead, and she listened as he broadcast his

nightly show. She had to admit that even though the content of his show

usually gave her the creeps, his voice was quite another matter. She found

herself listening and being lulled by his words; it was almost hypnotic the way

they seemed to soothe and seduce simultaneously. Her eyes started to close,

but then she shook her head to clear it. She was on duty and needed to be

awake and alert! Even though this was just detail work, she still wanted to make

a good impression on the Captain...and on her new partner.

She wandered into an adjoining room where a light was on. Walking in, she saw

that it was the conference room: a very large table surrounded by chairs and an

easel on one side of the room. Tracy sat in one of the chairs, and gazed at the

pictures all over the walls: color 8x10's, black and white stills; all were images of

the Nightcrawler. It was practically a shrine unto itself! The Nightcrawler was

an imposing figure: the eyes staring out from the photographs were cold and

azure blue. His brownish-blonde hair was closely cropped, giving him an almost

military appearance. His lips were sensual but set in a sarcastic smile. While she

was studying the attractive man in all of the photographs, she suddenly became

aware that someone else was in the room.

"I see that you're quite taken with my collection, Miss Vetter."

As she started to rise, he turned her chair to face him. Tracy looked up into his

face and suddenly realized that this was the Nightcrawler...this was Lucien

LaCroix. She was awash with desire, overpowered by his sensuality.

LaCroix had been watching the young woman from the door, and as his fangs

descended, he realized that he wanted her. He'd fed earlier, but the scent of her

blood still called to him. She seemed so....vulnerable. As he walked into the

room, he felt the electric backwash of sexual energy coming from her. Without

even introducing himself, he turned her chair to face him and stepped between

her legs. Grabbing the back of her head, he rubbed her face on the fabric

covering his very hard erection. Although it surprised her, she found the intense

chemistry between the two of them irresistible. Tracy immediately gave in to the

overwhelming lust and desire. Thrilling at the sense of danger, she unzipped his

trousers carefully, reached up and slid her hand into the opening to free his large

penis from his silk boxers. As she reached with her other hand to unbutton his

pants, he stopped her. "No." he said quietly when she gave him a questioning

look.

Taking his cue, she rubbed her face and hair along his erection, feeling it against

her skin; it was strangely cool but quite hard. Just the thought of it made her

wet. She gently nibbled up his erection, and was rewarded with a moan from

him. He whispered something to her in French, a command of some sort;

realizing that she didn't understand, he translated.

He looked down at her with icy-blue eyes and in a very husky voice whispered,

"Take me in your mouth, all the way. Make -- me -- bleed. Taste me...all of me."

Taking her head in both his hands, he began ramming his impressive length into

her awaiting mouth, seemingly without regard as to how she was handling it.

"Yes," he whispered, "that's it..." as he continued guiding her head, her blonde

hair wrapped around his fingers. Her teeth grazed against the surface, breaking

through the top layer of the velvet softness. A throaty growl escaped from her

as she tasted his blood and then a drop or two of his precum. He started

moaning and she could feel him hardening even more, throbbing, and then he

cried out as her mouth was flooded with the taste of his cum, mixed with blood,

metallic and oddly cool on her tongue. As he continued thrusting, she swallowed

the richly thick liquid, licking his cock as he moved in and out of her mouth.

When he pulled away, Tracy realized that she herself was practically at the edge

of an orgasm. He lifted her up out of the chair and backed her against the

conference table. She sat on its edge as he pushed her skirt up around her hips

and ripped her black lace panties off with his teeth. In a flash of motion, he sank

his teeth into her upper thigh! Her mind reeled in confusion as he lapped the

blood that was flowing down her leg, but the pleasure dispelled any fear she

had. With no warning, he jammed two of his very large fingers into her slick

opening. Screaming in surprised pleasure and pain, she grabbed his head and

pulled it between her thighs. He eased his fangs into the top of her mound, and

the tip of his tongue reached out to lick the flow. His tongue was hard and erect,

and it danced around the uppermost part of her slit, teasing the hardness hidden

within her pink folds. Knowing how his blood was affecting her, he slowed his

movements. Her nerve endings were a raging fire of sensation. He growled at

the combination of her blood and wetness mingled, his sense of taste

heightened by his pleasure. She began begging for release, but he suddenly

stopped his attentions.

Leaving her sprawled on the table, he walked over to a small cabinet. "Strip" he

demanded. She stared at him in surprise. "I will not ask you again," he said

sternly.

One look at his face was enough to convince her that it was in her best interest

to obey him. As she began to undress, he raised an appreciative eyebrow and

then turned away toward the cabinet. Pulling a key from his pocket, he

unlocked it and pulled several items from inside. As she watched his

movements, Tracy found herself making soft whimpering noises in frustration.

"Patience, my dear," is all he said with his back turned to her.

She looked at him, noticing that he was still fully clothed, only his immense

erection was exposed. When he turned back toward her, her eyes widened at

what he held. He walked back over to her, handing her a large vibrator.

"Perform for me," he commanded.

Tracy was stunned, and blushed ten shades of red. She suddenly froze, slid off

the table and tried to cover herself with her rumpled clothing. Taking a small

riding crop, he sharply tapped her hands. "Don't ever cover yourself in front of

me."

Tracy dropped the clothing when she felt the sting of the leather. "Touch

yourself as if I weren't here," he demanded again, and settled back into the

plush leather executive chair at the head of the conference table.

Something in his tone frightened Tracy, but she was also quite aroused by his

demeanor. She swallowed and whispered, "I.. don't think I can."

"If you really don't want to, my love," he said softly, "you don't have to. But,

you will be punished for your refusal." Suddenly faced with this humiliating

dilemma, she backed slowly towards the door of the conference room.

//"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea"// she thought to herself, wondering how

she'd ever ended up in this situation. //She was a good cop! How could she

have lost control so quickly?//

She'd almost made it to the door when LaCroix made the decision for her.

Standing up and crossing the room in a blur, he grabbed her by the arm and

swept her along with him out of the conference room, down the hall, and into a

darkened room. Tossing her non-too-gently towards the center of the room, he

turned and quietly closed the heavy door and then lit several candelabra.

Tracy saw that she'd been taken into his private living quarters. She only had

time to notice dozens of candles placed around the room as he picked her up and

laid her on the large four-poster bed. Straddling her back, he pulled several silk

cords from the dresser drawer next to the bed, and carefully began tying her to

the bed. She was lying diagonally on her stomach, her arms pulled over her

head and secured firmly to the post. He moved off of her, unceremoniously

spread her legs, and then tethered each of her feet to the bed-frame on either side

of the opposite corner post. He observed his handiwork, and then left her laying

there, knowing that she was wondering what was going on, but also that she was

enjoying each moment of the anticipation.

He took his time gathering what he needed, and then walked back to the bed

with various items in his hands. Stepping over to the bed, he brushed his cool

hands across her backside, cupping each cheek in his hand and giving it a firm

squeeze. She closed her eyes, enjoying the soft touch.

LaCroix took one of the bottles of oil that he'd brought over to the bedside and

poured a small amount on his hands. Rubbing his hands together quickly

warmed the oil a bit, and the scent of sandalwood wafted through the air.

Gently, he rubbed the oil on her back and down to her buttocks, using long and

relaxing strokes. Tracy sighed as she felt her taut muscles begin to relax.

When he heard the sound, his hands suddenly stopped in mid-motion, and he

reached over to the bedside table where he'd placed the riding crop. He picked it

up, but changed his mind. Opening a drawer in the table, he pulled out a thin

paddle. Again, he seemed to change his mind. Deciding to take a totally

different track, he pulled out a small feather duster and a miniature leather whip.

Walking around the bed, he gave the whip a little test. It made a sharp snap that

made Tracy jump in surprise. Beginning at her feet, he drew the feathers across

her skin, making an upward trail to the tops of her thighs. Every nerve ending

was alive with sensation. Her hips pressed toward the bed in response just as

she felt the sting of the whip across her buttocks. The sharp pain and pleasure

caused from the combination almost made her climax.

Chuckling just a little under his breath, he whispered, "I feel your pain...feel

your hunger." He continued his torment of her, every time more intense, more

electrifying. LaCroix put down the feather duster, and she felt his weight on the

bed. He reached out, brushed the hair from her eyes, and whispered, "You're

enjoying your punishment too much, my love."

Slowly, oh so slowly, he ran his hand up the inside of her thighs -- //slap// His

palm connected sharply with her taut flesh; it stung but it also felt so good to

her. Each slap of his hand moved closer to her core. //slap// She cried out //slap//

and then he was suddenly penetrating her with his fingers for a few quick

strokes. //Slap// He then began using both of his hands, alternately massaging

her with one hand and spanking her with the other. Although she was crying

and moaning, she was responding to his rhythm. He leaned down and began

licking her between slaps, still sliding his fingers inside of her. He moved his

mouth to the top of her thighs, licking at the soft curve of her cheek. His fingers

continued their rhythmic penetration and then she felt a sharp pain as he bit into

the lower curve of her ass.

The pleasure from the combination of his fingers stroking her and his mouth

sucking and licking, soothed the sharp sting of the bite. She was begging

now...for mercy...for more... He licked what little blood flowed from the wounds

and then kissed his way up her spine, covering her body with his own. She

could feel his erection against her skin as he leaned forward, the hardness

pressed against her hip. She moaned at the erotic feel of his wool pants and his

exposed erection. He nipped at her ear, and brushed her hair away from her

neck. Still tied to the bed, she was unable to turn and embrace him. He enjoyed

the knowledge that he controlled the movements, that she was at his mercy.

He reached down between their bodies and placed the tip of his cock against

her. With one hard thrust of his hips, he entered her, encasing his engorged

cock inside the velvet sheath. He rested against her as she moaned

encouragement's to him. Slowly, he eased his hips backward; withdrawing his

length until just the head of his heavy penis was inside of her and then thrust

himself forward again. Again and again, he slowly withdrew and then

hammered his way back inside. Slowly, he increased the rhythm as his own

pleasure began to build. Together they growled at the intensity of the sensations

- his fully-clothed body atop of her nakedness, his cock moving in and out of

her. He moved his hand around to the front of her and eased his hand beneath

her body, finding the sensitive hard clit. She gasped as he began stroking it and

her thoughts exploded in a myriad of color! sensation! pleasure! as her body

tensed and quavered with her orgasm. As the scent of her pleasure reached

LaCroix, he reared back and then buried his fangs in the back of her neck as

they came, continuing to impale her on his cock as his seed spurted into her.

Relaxing on top of her, he lay there, savoring the heat of her skin. His body

covered hers completely, a cool weight that was stimulating against her

overheated flesh. She looked over at him, and smiled an intensely bright smile

and then laid her head back down on her arms. He raised his body up to reach

the bedpost and untied her hands. Pulling herself up on her hands and

knees, she stretched and then reached over to place a light kiss on her lover's

face. He drew his hands lightly between her thighs and then around to her hips,

her belly, and her breasts.

Collapsing to the bed, she felt as if she might pass out from the intensity of her

pleasure. He leaned forward and kissed her, licking the sheen of sweat from her

lips. Together they lay in the candlelit room, silently contemplating the surprising

events of the evening. Tracy wondering what it was that stripped her

sensibilities so quickly. How could she have done this...and with a complete

stranger? Experience such ecstasy from such pain. LaCroix contemplating how

best to handle this new mortal lover. Bring her across or end her life? Her

innocence of his true nature gave him pause. Perhaps hypnosis to remove her

memories of him and of this night? Whatever energies that drew them together

with such intensity could not be ignored, and LaCroix was unwilling to accept a

one time tryst. He made his decision, but would wait for a few hours before

carrying through with his plan.

He pulled away from her, and braced himself on his hands. Gazing down at her

naked form, he smiled. "You will do as I say from now on. Or next time... I

won't be as patient...or so gentle with you."

Staring into his mesmerizing sapphire eyes, her own eyes sparkled as she felt an

impish twinge within her soul. "Never," she whispered with a wicked and

brilliant smile.

THE END...?