Journal Part 4
Flying High - Part 2
My wait to hear from my Chupacabra didn't take long, even though to me it seemed like forever, it had only been a few days. Returning to my room after lunch to pick up a few things, I find a note slipped under my door that simply read, "If you wish to see me tonight, meet me in the lounge at 9:00 pm. Signed, Chup." My heart pounded with excitement! If I wished? If he only realized how much these few days apart while my body healed and recovered from our last encounter were the longest days of my life, he would have known how much I wanted to see him again. The rest of the day is a blur. My mind wandering to see parts of him everywhere. His red eyes were the sun catching a light catcher in a window that made a warm red glow appear. His horns appeared as part of a tree branch that was beyond seeing the leaves from my seat. The wind whispered his name over and over as it whistled passed my ears.
Returning to my room as quickly as I could, I began picking out my freshest uniform to not break the school policy. I showered and scented my skin with actual flower petals from the gardens that had been blown off during a heavy wind. My hair was washed thoroughly, pulled back and tightly pinned against my head so that hopefully it wouldn't fly free when we reached whatever destination he had in mind for us. Also wanting to leave the soft skin of my neck accessible to him in case he should desire to feed again, the thought bringing a shudder of desire through me. I hadn't realize how nervous and excited I was about the date till I arrived in the lounge and looked at the clock. It was way before 9:00, but the thought of staying in my room until closer to time would've driven me insane. I had to be around people to keep my mind occupied, but also to be there when he arrived so he'd know I was waiting for him.
All the girls stopped what they were doing when I entered the lounge. Most of us only wear our dressy uniforms for special occasions. My heart was filled with so much joy at the thought of seeing him again, that I probably looked like the picture perfect student. Sitting properly, my hands folded in my lap, sitting up straight, my light make-up applied, and every hair in place. One of my friends approaches and asks what I'm doing wearing my best uniform tonight and being so done up. Unable to resist, I whisper to her, "I have a date with Chupacabra," beaming a smile to show her how excited I am. "You have a date? Wow! Too cool!" she replies back loud enough to attract attention to me from the Head Masters. Their eyes fixate on me as if determining whether I should be allowed to go or not like parents sizing up a date waiting to pick up their little girl. One of them asks, "Was this 'date' approved? Who are you supposed to be going out with?" My eyes start to brim up with tears while holding the note tightly in my hand. "Chupacabra, Sir. He left me a note asking me to meet him here tonight if I would want to see him again after we went flying a few days ago." His stern eyes on me, "Oh so you went flying with him already as well?" Looking down at my feet, "Yes, Sir, I'd gone out to get both of us something to drink and ran into him. Instead of getting it, he asked me to go flying. The note says if I wanted to see him again, to be here at 9:00 tonight. Otherwise, he'd know I didn't want to."
The Head Masters lean over and talk to each other for a moment. Apparently deciding if I should be permitted to go out with Chupacabra or not. My fate lying firmly in their hands. The questioning Head Master looks back and smiles. "Apparently your date asked permission for you, nice touch," but his smile makes me nervous, like he's holding back something more. "We'll see if he shows up. If he does, then you may go. If not, then feel free to stay here with us. Your uniform looks quite good by the way too." Blushing at the compliment, my nerves kick in. What would I do if he didn't show now that everyone in the room knows I'm only here dressed like this to wait to see if Chupacabra shows up after all. Maybe it was a joke by one of the other students that had seen him flying me around the campus. The butterflies in my stomach were bouncing around so hard. Even if he does come here, how can I be sure he's here to see me without making a fool of myself.
There was nothing I could do. It was already too late, for a massive dark shadow flew across the ground as Chupacabra landed outside the window. The pounding of my heart only made the butterflies fly faster. The door opening made me feel like I would faint from the stress. Making his way inside, he looks around casually and sighs, then nods to the Head Masters. Sitting and holding my breath, I see one of them nod to Chupacabra, then directing his eyes at me, he nods again. Looking up at Chupacabra timidly, I see a smile form on his handsome face. My heart pounds harder but for a completely different reason and the butterflies disappear. He moves across the room as quickly as he can without flying, only to take my tiny hand in his. Lifting it to his lips, he kisses it gently as a tingling sensation travels up my arm and heads straight for my heart. "Do we have a date tonight then?" he asks, his eyes full of hope and the promise of passions I have yet to experience, "Or are you dressed so beautifully for another." There is such anxiety at the end of his question that my heart almost breaks. Smiling up at him and blushing, I say, "I'm dressed for you, that is if you still want to see me," using his own words back at him. His eyes beam with amusement and pleasure. Pulling me from my chair, "Then let us be off, I have so much I want to show you." Both of us nod to the Head Masters, who actually smile back, like parents watching their child going to the prom. The look of amusement leaves me a bit confused but not enough to dwell on it, my joy at being with Chupacabra again is too great to let anything other than him creep into my thoughts.
Once we're outside, he turns towards me, leaning down to kiss me passionately on the lips. My body feels electrified, and I moan softly. His smile greets me when I open my eyes again, "You have no idea how happy I am to see you there tonight, let alone looking so beautiful. Here, allow me," as he slips his massive arm around my waist and lifts me like a child. Holding me as if I might break but not wanting to risk dropping me either. *Whoosh!* We were airborne, flying towards his mountain home. The air's sweet like it could rain. The few clouds you could see were dark and growing larger as the wind blew. He leans in and kisses my cheek, "I want to get over to my home before the rain starts just to be safe. I don't want you getting wet and going inside. The last thing I want is for you to catch cold being out with me." The passionate look in his eyes makes me feel warm but also brings a blush to my face. Chuckling, he strokes my cheek gently with his clawed hand, "You truly are something special, blushing for an old monster like me. You make me feel young again!" His compliments and seeing such passion in his eyes make me blush harder, making him chuckle louder, and his smile grow.
Before I realized it, we'd crossed the miles between the campus and his home mountains. All I could think of again was there are no lights here, no roads, to even think of trying to get here and not fly would take days of traveling up the side of the rocky mountain. He headed for a spot that looked to be completely overgrown, until we almost touched the ground, I couldn't see the entrance to a cave at all. I imagine by day when the plants are open and blooming, the cave would be just as hard to see. His gentle landing made me have to look down to see he was standing on firm ground. It was only him closing his wings that told me that he was standing. Setting me down long enough to turn me around, he puts his hands on my waist and picks me up to his eye level, my feet dangling in front of him. "You look so beautiful tonight, you have no idea how hard it was to stay away from you while you healed up. It's been so long since I had someone willing to risk so much for me," his eyes were filled with honesty, sorrow and yet an abundant joy. Reaching towards him and stroking his cheek, he leans into my hand, "As I said, you weren't the only one to miss spending time here. I've missed you terribly." Pulling me tightly against his chest, his arms wrap around me like a giant bear hug. His lips press into mine as his tongue explores my mouth, and I explore his. Both of us moaning in pleasure at being so close to each other. Savoring the taste and drinking each other in, almost trying to envelope ourselves together.
Gasping for breath, we break our kiss and look deeply into each other's eyes. "Let's go inside where we don't have to worry if it should start to rain." Looking at the blackness of the cave, I turn to him, "I'm going to have to follow you. I can't see in the dark." Smiling deviously at me, he presses a rock on the wall, and lights start coming on from deep inside the cave gradually growing brighter so that my eyes have time to adjust. "Shall we?" he asks as he puts his arm around me and scoops me back up. "I live deep inside," he explains, "but then again it's so much faster when you can fly." In seconds we were miles inside the cave, I caught very brief glimpses of other lights for other tunnels and other tunnels in darkness whipping passed us. Pressing me to his chest and not letting me see where we're going he chuckles, "No peeking, I want to see your face when we reach my living area." Putting me down on a floor covered in animal skins, he steps around me, "Ok turn around and tell me what you think."
Turning around, my mouth falls open. The cave is actually filled with furniture! The massive couch had to have been designed to fit his 8 foot frame and his massive muscular body. Everything looked lush and fresh. The walls and ceiling though were astonishing. It looked like the room had been forming for millions of years. They were covered and shimmering like they were made of glass, reminding me of the way stalactites and stalagmites shimmered in light. They also had a unique quality about them, the lights also were refracting off crystals formed into the walls. Some of the crystals seemed to be covered over by the walls and ceiling, but their shimmering refused to be denied. The entire room sparkled like diamonds lit from behind. "Well? do you like it?" his smiling face telling me he already knew the answer, but he still wanted to hear it from my lips. Looking up at him I turn my face serious for a moment, "No, I don't like it," I say, and see his face turn sad for a moment, "I love it! It's so beautiful!" His eyes lighting up with fire again as he smiles, "Then sit on the couch for a moment, I have something special for us to drink."
Before I could say another word, he was gone, just disappeared. Taking a seat on the massive couch, I have to curl my legs up under me since otherwise I would be sitting like a little kid with my legs straight out in front of me. What serves as his coffee table appeared to be a giant piece of fossilized wood. You could actually see the layers of tree rings inside it and polished to feel as smooth as satin. The couch felt warm and comfortable, enveloping me almost in a hug. It wasn't leather but something else. It was definitely quite unique and ever so comfortable. Everything in the room had a feel of being new but yet not all at the same time, like everything here was from another world or era but locked away from the passage of time itself. Upon returning, he places what looks like a very old bottle on the table and two glasses. His smile in itself is intoxicating, but the moment he uncorks the bottle, a fragrance fills the air that smells like a bit of heaven. Pouring from the bottle, he fills the two glasses and hands one to me explaining, "This is forest rum. It's not really alcoholic, but it does have a similar effect partially on humans anyway." Smiling up at him playfully, "So you brought me here to get me drunk and take advantage of me is that it?" giggling as I take a sip.
His eyes burn brightly as he joins in my laughter, "You need to drink that slowly, but you should drink all of it. If we do anything tonight, it will help you regain your strength quicker. And, no, I don't need this to take advantage of you. If that were the case, I would've taken you as food instead of flying the other night." Smiling up at him and taking another sip of the forest rum, my head feels fuzzy, like drinking champagne. Reaching down, he strokes my cheek, "You really have no idea how lonely I've been. I'd almost given up on finding anyone like you. I thought you were too good to be true when I met you. I still can't believe you're here with me now." Taking my empty glass from me and putting it on the table, he lifts me up onto his lap. My head resting against his chest. He runs his clawed fingers through my hair, tilting my head back to kiss me with a passion that leaves me breathless but lighting a fire deep inside my heart that refuses to go unfulfilled. I blush at the desire he's bringing out of me while his words sink in. Touching his cheek, I can see the pain of loneliness in his eyes. My heart aches looking at him like this and whispering, "You're not alone now though. I'm here with you, because I want to be here."
His head leans in to me, kissing my neck, charging me more than ever before. He opens his mouth, and I tense a bit. Waiting to feel that pleasure and pain of him feeding only to see him pull away with a hurt look on his face. "Did you think I brought you here only to feed from you again?" The pain in his eyes was breaking my heart. "No," I reply, "Well wait, let me clarify that before you get upset." Already looking away from me, I turn his head back to look into my eyes, "I don't mean I was expecting you to feed." Blushing and not looking into his eyes, "I was hoping you would again. I'd never experienced that much passion before. Your feeding awoke something inside me that I didn't know was there." Tears starting to form, threatening to spill from my eyes, never having felt so vulnerable to my heart, I feel his clawed hand on my chin. "You mean you enjoyed my feeding?" his eyes locking onto mine, pulling the answer from me when I could only nod yes. His arms wrap tightly around me as a growl escapes his lips. "And to think, I felt guilty for feeding from you!" His beaming smile makes me start to smile back. Pulling me tightly to him, his kiss is so forceful it draws all the air out of me. Releasing me from the most passionate kiss, he smiles. "I want you, I want to taste every inch of you," his eyes a fiery red with desire, almost blinding me with the intensity. His hands working the buttons of my blouse while his lips find the spot he'd fed from on my neck and kisses me gently. No tenseness, just desire as he slips it from my shoulders and caresses my skin.
Soft moans escape my lips as his kisses charge me. Feeling him release my bra, his clawed hands stroke my breasts. His thumbs teasing my nipples gently, gorging them with blood and making them hard as the pointed crystals surrounding us in his cave home. Lifting me up with ease, he slips my skirt off with one hand while his tongue flicks across my breasts. Every place it stops for a moment, a small charge surges through my body. Suddenly the cave that was just beginning to be comfortable, now feels warm as my blood pulses with pleasure and desire. He growls and shreds my panties and looks into my eyes, "I'm sorry, but my patience for clothing is limited. Besides the campus will replace them, no questions asked," his eyes gleaming as his claws stroke their way down my belly and feeling my smooth body. "Now this is a pleasant surprise indeed," he grins and lifts me effortlessly parallel to his face.
His tongue darts into my pussy, and he moans at tasting how wet I already am just from the passion of his kisses. Arching as if to give him more ability to explore so deep inside me, he unfurls his three foot long tongue deeply, filling my pussy with it, and moaning in pleasure. His tongue sending surges through my body like electrical pulses to spurn me on. In no time at all I'm having a massive orgasm. His slurping my juices only draws me higher and higher, my orgasms building on top of each other. His arms holding my back and sliding over to squeeze my breasts firmly. I can feel his tongue almost zapping deep inside me as I squirm with increased pleasures never known to me before. His tongue swirling deep inside my dripping pussy. One last zap from his tongue before he removes it, looking at me smiling as he lowers me down to kiss me. The passion from my kiss shows him how much I wanted to be here and leaves him as breathless as me. Whispering hoarsely, I tell him, "I want you. I not only want you inside me, but I want you to feed again." He looks at me with desire and passion in his eyes as well as a hunger I'd seen the other night. Looking down at his massive cock, I'm not sure how well or how much of his 20" cock I'll be able to handle, if any due to the size of his girth as well, but I have to try. I have to know.
Expecting him to lie me down on the couch, he surprises me by opening his wings and flying above the couch. Wrapping my legs around him, he puts his arm around my waist. He looks at me with passion in his eyes, "Are you sure you want this?" His look of concern for my safety and well being make my body ache all the more as I pull at his groin to draw closer with my legs. His eyes light up with fire as he eases the head of his cock into my pussy slowly. Giving my body time to adjust to his size before moving deeper, he pulls me onto him rather than forcing himself into me. My moans of erotic pleasure growing louder as he begins to move back and forth, lubricating himself within my wet pussy from the orgasms his tongue gave me. He growls deeply and thrusts in deeper, my legs pulling at him to draw him in farther. Forcing his thrusts harder, my arms reach up to pull his mouth towards me. Our lips meet in a passionate kiss that sends my head reeling. My body arching to meet each thrust and taking as much of his cock in as I can. It's pounding throwing my pussy into a constant orgasmic spasm, constantly milking his massive member. Breaking our kiss, I pull his mouth to my neck and moaning, "Please! Feed from me! I want it all! Spasming at feeling his lips touching my neck is almost more than I can handle. Waiting for his mouth to open impatiently and feeling it happen, sends me into another stronger orgasmic fit of desire.
Deciding to take the aggressive stance, even though it is dangerous, I grab the horns on his head and pull him down forcibly against my neck. This time not feeling his tongue feeding, moaning in the exquisite pleasure of feeling his fangs penetrate my skin. I feel him growl at my trick until my blood starts flowing into his mouth before he can pull away. His tongue lapping at it with hunger as my pussy spasms in increasing orgasm while his massive cock pounds at a furious rate. His feeding driving him further into bliss. Holding me in one arm, he grabs my breast and squeezes it, not as gently in the throws of passion which only brings me higher. Holding his head against my neck, I moan for him to feed and take me. "Cum inside me! Please!" I beg him. Milking his cock as hard as I can as my own orgasms rock my body in spasmic desire, I feel him growing and swelling. Knowing he's going to cum soon makes me pull him deeper into me, moaning louder and louder to show him how much I want this.
Moments later he releases my neck and GROWLS loud enough to rattle the cave. The next thing we know, we're lying on the couch. His cock still shooting deep inside my pussy. My body milking him as he looks at me with the most wondrous expression. "I never knew being with a human could be so wonderful," he says stroking my cheek. "You've surprised me more than you realize." My body arching to accept the last of his cum. Squeezing it as he pulls out and smiles at him. "You are more passionate that I thought a monster could be," smiling and wincing slightly as I turn my head to see if the cave was still in one piece from his growl. "Oh my gawd! Don't move!" he orders, flying from the room quickly. "Let me put this on you, but first, drink another glass of the forest rum. Your neck is a mess from the way you forced me into feeding from you. The rum will numb your pain so that this will heal you quickly. I'm so terribly sorry!" His face looking as wounded as my neck.
Taking the glass, I drink it down quickly, too quickly as my head spins. Falling into his lap, he applies a salve onto my neck and my breast where his claws had apparently cut me. Lifting me into his lap, his eyes are full of remorse, "If I'd had realized how much I'd hurt you, I'd have stopped immediately. Why didn't you tell me?" My smile up at him almost tells him what he needs to hear, but I say it anyway, "I wanted to feel your passion. It was better than I'd expected, and I'd do it again in a heartbeat." Shaking his head he looks at me with softer eyes, "We need to get you back and rested. You're in trouble now, because I've fed too deeply to want to let this end. I want you more than ever, but," sighing, "I think we need to do some alterations on you first to make sure you'd survive. You almost had me take you too far. I can't risk letting that happen now. I'm going to take you back to the school and tuck you in. Once you're asleep, I'm going to start working on preparations for what I need to do. Then I'll be back for you." I wanted to protest at being taken back, I wanted to stay here in his arms in his cave, but putting his finger against my lips quieted me.
The next thing I know, I'm covered in a blanket, my clothes neatly folded on my stomach except for my shredded panties. The blanket keeping me warm as he flies me back to my dorm room. Placing me on my bed, he folds my clothes on my dresser, gets me into a nightgown, and covers me up in bed. "You sleep, little one, you need your rest for my experiments. They can be quite draining, but I definitely want you to be safe. You bring my passion for you too high to risk harming you again. I can't let that happen. Sleep now, I'll be back for you soon. I promise that," kissing my forehead, his sits on my bed watching me. My exhausted body collapsing into a blissful sleep, dreaming about my passionate Chupacabra and knowing he wants to be with me again. My smile forming so strongly that it is there when I awakened.