A New Way is on the Way

My finger nails tapped on the hard wood table. I was waiting for the test to beep so I could tell my mate the good news, or the news that would crush me. Like a foot coming down on an ant, the shadows twisting around like the sun, moving at a rate slower than the moon rising and falling; a crawl just barely moves but still moving. The tick of the grandfather clock behind me, steady like a drum beat. Tick-Toc-Tick-Tock-Bing-Bong-Bing-Bong the clock sang the last part, telling me that I had two more minutes, then the test would beep and I would finally know if my husband and I were expecting.

My husband worked at the private vampire academy, he works as the fertile biology teacher; Mr. Iero-Way is what he should have been called, although he insisted that his pupils call him Frank. Though he was short his energy levels seemed to make up for that. His eyes that looked like an old rusted pipe, the rust seemed to hold the emeralds. Captured by the rust and locked in place. Like a bug to amber. His onyx hair so black, that when the pure moon light shines down on his hair it casts a blue glow. The way the shadows cast over his face and make him look like the dark prince that he is. My dark prince.

The test beeps and I take a single deep breath in through my nose. Letting the oxygen fill my lungs; I held this breath for a full five seconds before exhaling and letting the warm carbon dioxide eject itself from my lungs and body. The white plastic sick would make or break my day. The white plastic contrasting with the black dining table, and the dark hard wood flooring; the white light pushing through the glass window. The old grandfather clock still ticking behind me, always steady like a drum.

I flipped the small stick over and looked down to see a blue negative sign stare back at me. Not even the slightest bit of a pink addition sign showing through. I felt like I was just thrown under a two ton weight and then having a jack hammer bounce on my head. I wasn’t pregnant. I wondered if I ever would be. Four months and not a single sign of a child being brought into its loving parents arms.

Maybe it’s a sign? Am I not cut out to be a parent? Would I not make a good dad? Frank would be a wonderful father. Would I ever get to hold my own child in my arms? Go through a pregnancy? Am I a fertile that’s not fertile? Is there something wrong with me?

Question’s seemed to bounce off the inter walls of my skull. Each time one did I seemed to get a worse headache then before. I looked behind me and saw that the time was just passed three in the afternoon. Frank would be home soon then I could have his warm arms wrapped around me. I always did feel safe in his arms. Even when we would fight, that was a rare occurrence but it still did happen.

The front door opened and my happy husband opened the door. I wanted to tell my love welcome home but I just didn’t feel like speaking right now. The click-click of Frank’s footsteps echoed in my mind. I felt a pair of warm arms wrap around me. I felt safe instantly. I the weight of my husband’s head on my shoulder, staring down at that damn little stick.

“Babe we just started, give it time. I promise, we will have our baby soon enough but until then, don’t be sad. Now I think that you need to go lay down for a while. I’ll cook tonight, you look tired” Frank told me as I turned around and put my head in the crook of his neck.

I simply shook my head; I didn’t want to leave the warm arms of my mate, my one true love, my lover, the father of my children (hopefully). I felt safe and I didn’t want that feeling to disappear. That was the only thing I could really grasp at this moment. I felt like I had been ripped off and this was the only way that I would be able to cope.

“Mikey, come on. I’ll tuck you in, the last thing I need is for you to wear yourself out. Mikey you’re on your cycle it’s no big deal.” Frank told me as he wrapped his arms around me even more, if that was possible. But a slight blush made its way to my cheeks.

Every month like clockwork a fertile has a surge of hormones. For every fertile it’s different. I always get really tired and it’s a pain but it happens. But then again sometimes I will get really bad cramps, and then there are the times I get both fatigue and the cramps.

I simply shook my head once again. I was not moving from this spot, come hell or high water. The only way I would move was through brute force but my husband wouldn’t use that on me.

“Mikey come on, stop being so hard headed. Go to bed. I understand, I teach fertile biology to teenagers it’s no big deal. Go take a refresher. Please for me.” Frank was now begging he knew I can’t say no to him begging.

A slight nod of my head was all I could manage. The small gesture was all that my mate needed and I was picked up. Much like I had been the night that Frank and I had been married. Our wedding anniversary would be coming up in just over a month. I would need to figure out something special for that date.

I leaned up to kiss Frank on the lips as he walked, leaving me to be cut off. I just wanted a kiss was that so much to ask? Did my husband not love me? Was I that much of a freak? I knew I was ugly but really I didn’t think I was that bad. I know my husband was a fallen angel, but this was just killing me.

“Wait till we get to the bed Mikey, I would rather you didn’t have to do more work than needed” Frank told me as he pushed the door to the master bedroom open with his foot. The door swung open reveling the white painted four poster bed, and the deep crimson canopy contrasting greatly with the light paint.

I sat down genially on the bed. Frank sitting next me his head held high, just like always. I admire him for his self-esteem. Always high and my husband is always proud of himself and his family.

The way when he gets hungry his fangs come out. Or when he’s happy the way his eyes sparkle. The small things I wish to keep, like how Frank is always gets very concerned when I have my cycles. Sometimes it can be too much, but I wouldn’t change this for the world. Frank was Frank and I loved him with all my heart.

“Frank please, you know what I want” I was begging my own husband just to give me a kiss. Something didn’t seem quite right about this. I needed to feel my husband’s lips pressed to mine.

A smile graced Franks face; the light seemed to illuminate his eyes even farther if possible. I had always loved Frank but the teasing was going to kill me. I had a slight cramp in the middle of my thigh. Please don’t get any worse; I don’t need to worry Frank.

The pain got worse fast, like a run up a hill. I felt like I had someone pushing on my leg in that one spot. Frank noticed and looked at me a look of concern on his face. His eyes always seemed to speak his thoughts and emotions. I don’t know if only I could see it, but I always understood him. Right now his eyes seemed to ask question’s faster than he could open his mouth.

“Where is it babe? I can help you but you need to tell me where it is” Frank was now worried and I was in a bit of pain. Nothing like I had been in the past, this was just a small cramp. Nothing like I’ve had before it would pass. Just like they all do. I deep breath was drawn in through my nose and let out slowly through my mouth. “Mikey you have to tell me where it hurts, I want to help you.”

“My thigh, right side.” I was taking deep breath in through my nose and slowly letting it out, one right after the other “It hurts babe.” I whined.

Frank got off the bed and walked around the other side. The clicking of his shoes was gone; I knew he must have kicked them off before sitting on the bed. He slowly sat down next to me. His hand rose to my cheek and cupped it; slowly lifting my face to face his.

“So beautiful Mikey, no matter what you wear or what your emotion is. Hell you are my angel. I love you” Frank told me, his voice low and gravely. Much like after he does his chain smoking for the month. The sand paper voice sending a wave of pleasure to my head.

“Frank, you have no idea what you do to me, I love you too” I whimpered, my glasses becoming fogged from Franks breathing down my neck.

“But I do” Frank whispered in my ear nipping slightly. “You can’t see and I have full power over you”

Just like that the only thing that made it so that I could see was taken away. I blinked a few times trying to get used to not being able to see very far. It was almost like a haze had been placed over everything more than three feet away. I knew Frank was beside me but I could see what he was planning.

A high pitched whimper was let out, not from fear but from arousal. Frank was nipping behind my ear, the cool metal of his lip ring and nose ring so different to my hot skin. As Frank made his way down my neck the piercings warmed slightly. Half way down Frank bit into the soft delicate flesh. His fangs deeply in my skin blood was pouring into his mouth.

When he started to suck I felt nothing but bliss. My breathing was fast as Frank slowly brought his fangs out only to push them back in again. A moan of bliss and slight discomfort escaped my lips only encouraging my husband to suck and slowly push his fangs in deeper. With a withdrawal Frank had his daggers for teeth out of my skin. No blood on his face what so ever.

Frank licked over the wounds and kept slight weight on the wound. Though his tongue would still flick over the wound and nip at the skin above the wound.

“Frankie, please” I wined as a large grin came to his face.

“Mikey I love you, I want nothing more than for you to just to relax” Frank’s voice was even more hoarse and gruff then before. I felt myself melt into Frank’s arms. A click could be heard and I turned to see where my arm once was now was pinned to the bed with a pair of handcuffs. “Now sit back and let’s get started, I know two people that want a child soon and this is the only way to get it.” He smirked at me.

When I had both arms up Frank, sat so both of our crotches were touching through layers of fabric. When he started to grind down my half hard member stirred. A sigh made its way from my lips.

“Fuck baby you have no idea how sexy you look” Frank growled as he let out a soft gasp. “To many clothes, Mikey aren’t you hot?”

A nod was all I managed, my simple black shirt was ripped right off my body. God I loved it when Frank showed his strength. For a minute I thought I was going to pass out from sensatory over load.

Frank’s lips met mine and I could taste my blood on his tongue. Teeth clashing and tongues meeting each other. When Frank moved down and started to kiss down my neck nipping and licking. Frank made his way to the spot where my neck met my shoulders he attacked that spot. Nipping and nibbling, sucking and just barely putting his fangs on that spot. I was slowly going crazy, all while he was still grinding on my hips.

I was painfully hard when Frank stopped all movement. I now had a large hicky in the same spot that he was attacking. Frank had shed his tie and shirt both of us now shirtless. Frank was showing his slight washboard abs from working all day, five days a week. While I was just long and lanky and had a flat stomach.

“Mikey, I think you’ve been a good boy and you should have your arms taken out of the restraints” Frank told me all the while petting my member still incased in fabric. A soft whimper made its way from my swollen lips. Frank got off and unbuttoned my jeans. Sliding the zipper down as slow as possible.

“There are my boys” Frank says as he looks at me and pets my rock hard shaft.
As my husband leaned over and grabbed the key to the handcuffs that my arms were restrained in. As soon as my wrists were free a slight red mark could be seen but I chose to ignore it.

Frank pushed his slacks to the ground leaving us in just our underwear. The clock on the wall only read three thirty. Frank looked at me just sitting there in my underwear and Frank is smiling like he’s planning something.

“This is only round one of tonight my dear” Frank whispered in my ear, his voice was still all rough and god it was such a turn on.

I moaned as Frank started to rub his hands over my chest. His mouth found his way to my nipples and he started to suck. Nibbling every now and then but not hard just enough to send slight pain through my body. But it felt so good.
My briefs were slid down and Frank slid his down boxers.

“You sure you want to do this, love?” Frank always asks even if you were to this for the um-tithe time Frank would still ask. I nodded my head and my husband grabbed the pillow that we had decided would go under my hips when we were getting down and dirty. Between Frank and I, the two of us were experts on where to lay and what angle, on and on the list would go.

That and the one time I fell asleep during intercourse Frank has worried about it every time since. I had a long day and I was on my cycle, oh well.

I put my hips down on the pillow and I had to shift a few times to get comfortable. When I nodded Frank took the container of canola oil and put a bit on his fingers. I get a wink before Frank slowly pushes the first finger in.

A purr rumbles from my lips. Frank is always so gentile, when the second finger is pushed in I start to feel full. But I love this feeling; it’s like no other feeling. The scissoring starts and Frank rubs my prostate briefly. The electricity running around my body for a second before heading to the rock hard shaft. By the time the third is pushed in I’m feeling nothing but bliss.

Frank smiles at me as he coats his own meat in the lubricant. A low whine escaping my husband’s throat. Frank gently pushes on my entrance, when Frank was fully in I needed some time to get use to the mass of him. I gently pushed back telling Frank to start to move.

“Mikey you’re so fucking tight” Frank was starting to break a sweat and his breathing was becoming uneven.

I simply mewled in response, I was off in nirvana; lost in my own indulgence Frank brushed my prostate again. This time a full out moan spilled from my lips. Frank knew that I didn’t like him hitting my prostate full on. But I didn’t mind him brushing it every now and then.

I shook like always as I felt my orgasm hit me. Fertile’s didn’t really have anything to spill but we still had a hell of an orgasm. I was still shaking from the force that my organism hit me when Frank let go and spilled. Hell I hope this worked.
“Mikey you know the drill feet up the wall is your friend. Twenty minutes, then you will sit on my lap for a while before we make dinner.” Frank told me before he could even roll off the bed from where he had collapsed.

“Can I get some clothes on first? I’m cold now Frank” I whined, in truth I was cold. Like I had just had a bucket of ice water dumped on me.

“Fine but five extra minutes, you know the rules.” Frank was so stern when it came to this.

Like clockwork every time Frank and I have sex I still have that little pillow and my feet have to go up on the wall. Frank swears this will help. The only reason for the hand cuffs was so it would help make things a bit more interesting. The rest of the day was just relaxing.

Notes

Hello there! Blood Splatter-KIlljoy here. If you have ever read To The End by Blue_Moon72 then do it. She is my co-author and we try to talk daily.

This chapter is one of the only ones that will be this long. 3000 words latter here we are!