Mea Culpa Oct 2003 By: Patty Costantino An Immortal Beloved story, dedicated to Kristin. Happy Birthday! As always, thanks to Phylis for beta-reading this for me. Disclaimer and Characters: Nick, and Janette along with lyric’s to Enigma’s song Mea Culpa don’t belong to me. I’m just borrowing them for a little while. Permission is granted to archive at FKfanfic2, FK FTP archive. Will be archived at my site: http:/www.geocities.com/pas_20197/homepage08.html Any constructive criticism or thoughts are greatly appreciated and welcomed at psmoot43@hotmail.com or pas_20197@yahoo.com ************************************* Mea Culpa By Patty Costantino/psmoot43@hotmail.com Chapter 01/01 ************************************* Countryside somewhere on the outskirts of Florence 1492 ************************************* A full moon cast its golden brilliance across a grassy knoll, and up a cobblestone path to settle over a rose garden. Nearby, underneath a fig tree in the shadows, two shapes loomed, entwined together. For a brief moment, they remained like that. But, as a warm breeze began to blow around the garden, stirring the tops of the pink and red rose petals, they parted, one emitting a low growl while stepping onto the path, the other, a final breath while falling to the ground. Minutes seemed to pass as the one, a man, stood there gazing down at the other, a young woman. At last, he turned away from her. In that moment, the moon decided to shift, casting its glowing radiance further up the path to rest on his features, capturing his reddish amber eyes, and blood- stained lips. As the moonlight continued to spread across his face, a blissful expression began to overtake him, his eyes sparkling with desire, his lips curling into a smile, before a sudden sigh escaped his lips, the sound carrying for a moment in the warm night air. His body then seemed to quiver, as the lingering sensations of the rich succulent blood and the passionate youthful vitality of his latest kill rushed through him, singing in his veins and down to his soul. She had been nothing more than a simple country girl, but the look of fear in her eyes; her beauty and the thrill of the hunt had spurred him on. He’d needed to have her at all costs. For a time, he’d allowed her to run from him through a wooded glen, and then to an open pasture to corner her at last in this garden, taking her quickly without forethought or remorse, letting the dark part of his nature consume him. But now, as he turned further away from her and began to walk down the path, his eyes settling back into their cobalt blueness, a feeling of guilt was beginning to wash over him, the euphoric look disappearing into anguish. What had he done? She had been an innocent peasant, and although her life must have been a difficult one, a constant struggle, she deserved at least a life. Not this. He should have let her be. But, as always, the incessant hunger was too great, and his beast had risen to the surface, desiring the lifeblood flowing in her veins like ambrosia. Taking her was the only solution, the only way to appease his eternal cravings. Ones that went on night after night, over and over again like an endless cycle. A cycle in which he was trapped and from which he could never seem to escape. Or could he… The pitter pat of footsteps, close by, suddenly drifted up to his ears, breaking into his reflections. Out of the corner of his eye, he detected a slight movement. Before he could react, though, he felt a pair of arms slip around his waist and heard a seductive voice cooing in his ear, “Wasn’t that delicious, Nicolas?” He spun around in time to catch the rapturous look on a woman’s face, the fresh blood on her lips. At the sight, his eyes became instantly golden, but his expression remained remorseful. “I couldn’t stop myself, Janette,” he said, his voice contrite. “You’re not suppose to stop,” she explained, her tone soothing, as she snaked her arms around his waist. “I know,” he said, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her close. “But all the same, I wish I could fight it, this incessant hunger.” His voice was still filled with guilt-ridden anguish, but as he continued to stare at the blood pooled around her lips, his expression was becoming less troubled and more lustful. “You cannot… mon cher,” she murmured, her voice filling with excitement, as she saw the look of yearning on his face. “These needs and cravings are a part of you…part of your nature.” She leaned forward to kiss him lightly, brushing her bloodstained lips across his own, nibbling and licking around his mouth in a languorous motion. Nicolas couldn’t help the moan from escaping, as all feelings of remorse left him to be replaced with unabashed lust. Grinding his hips against her, he began to return her kisses with fervor, running his tongue slowly around her mouth. Janette sighed, parting her lips to allow him to deepen the kiss. He wasted no time, his tongue slipping in to explore her moist cavern, as his hands stroked down to her backside to push her hard against him. The passionate kiss seemed to go on forever, as their tongues and hips continued to dance together. After a while, Janette began to run her tongue over his eyeteeth, and feeling them drop, impaled herself on them. Droplets of her blood cascaded onto his tongue. She heard and felt a low growl rumble through his chest and a moment later, emitted her own against his lips as she felt her life force being drawn into him. An instant later, Nicolas reciprocated, impaling himself on hers, allowing his blood to flow into her. Over and over, the cycle went, as images and thoughts assailed their minds and senses, their desires for each other increasing with each passing second. At last, they pulled away, breaking the kiss as Janette leaned her forehead against his. The skin around their hair was damp with blood-sweat, their breaths unsteady. After a time, Janette was the first to speak. “How badly to you want me?” She asked in a low murmur, rubbing her forehead against his. “Badly, my love,” Nicolas sighed against her. “Oh so badly.” “So you want to be conquered?” Janette said in that seductive throaty voice of hers which always drove him to distraction. “To surrender to my darkness…to the allure of the night…to the weakness of desire?” She asked, pulling back to gaze intently at him. “Yes,” She heard him say in a husky voice, as she watched his eyes move from her face to her neck, and then felt his fingers traveling along the same path his eyes had taken a moment ago. “Always, Janette. Always.” She briefly closed her eyes, relishing in the soft touch of his fingers as they continued to stroke her neck in feather-light caresses. When Janette opened them again, she saw that he was looking at her, his eyes dark with passion, and his fingers were slowly drawing away from her. Her eyes began to mirror his, glowing amber with renewed desire. “Et, moi aussi, mon amant,” she purred, her voice becoming seductive again, as she brought her lips tantalizingly close to his. In an instant, Nicolas was on her, kissing her long and hard, his tongue slipping inside her mouth to meet hers in a deep kiss. After a while, his lips broke away from hers to blaze a trail of kisses along her cheek, her jaw, and with deliberate sensuousness, her neck, while his hands began to dust across her, touching, caressing, exploring… Janette sighed against him as she heard his voice speaking to her with warmth and passion. “Do you know what you do to me?” “I have an idea, mon cher,” Janette replied, smiling inwardly. She began to kiss and lick his neck and earlobe, feeling him tremble under her touches. “You captivate me…bewitch me…that’s what you do.” Nicolas said, moaning against her skin. “You take me beyond reason…beyond all thought. I can’t fight you. I don’t want to ever fight you, my love.” His hands moved up her back to tangle his fingers in her hair, while his lips moved lower to brush kisses across her collarbone and then downward over her breasts, pressing against the thick fabric of her gown. “Moi, aussi, mon amour…moi aussi,” Janette said, as she arched her back, pressing against his lips. Becoming frustrated by the layers of clothing that still separated them, she began to remove his heavy silk jacket, slipping it over his shoulders to let it fall to the ground. Next came his shirt as she began to untie it, slipping her fingertips inside to caress his bare skin as she undid each tie in turn. It was a difficult task with his lips moving up her neck again, but she finally prevailed, slipping it off and away. Then it was Nicolas’s turn as he drew his lips away from her silken skin, and began to remove the ties, stays and lacing of her gown, followed by her petticoats, then her corset and hip rolls. Impatient now, anxious to feel his cool nakedness against her, Janette bent over to remove her shoes, undoing one buckle, then the other. Her stockings and chemise came next as she discarded them quickly. Looking up and over at Nicolas, Janette saw he’d removed his shoes and hose and was moving to unfasten his breeches. Her hand drifted down to stop him, as she entwined her fingers in his. “No, let me.” She whispered, holding his gaze, as she slipped her other hand around to untie the lacings of his pants. A second later, she had them undone, as she watched them fall to the ground. Now finally naked, their clothes pooled around them, they came together, skin to skin, as Nicolas’s mouth crushed hers again, forcing it open hungrily, wanting more and more of her, not able to hold her close enough to assuage the need growing in him. Je ne dors plus I can’t sleep anymore (The time has come) Je te desire I desire you (The time has come) Prends-moi Take me Je suis a toi I’m yours Mea Culpa I am sinful Oh how he desired her… wanted her to be his forever, he thought, as his lips continued to devour her, swallow her up and his hands began to travel down her back, stroking her buttocks. Moaning under his attentions, Janette felt him pick her up, pressing her to his chest while he began to smother her with more kisses on her face and lips. He flew them over to the open field, placing her gently on the soft earth. For a moment, he stood over her, his breath catching in his throat, as his eyes wandered from her long raven tresses tumbling loosely over her shoulders downward to her white alabaster skin where he took in the fullness of her breasts and the dark triangle of her mound. He sighed inwardly. She was so beautiful; looking just as tempting as the first night they’d met more than two centuries ago. She was his dark angel, the only soul who gave him a reason to go on in the hellish existence in which he’d placed himself. “Viens, my sweet Nicolas.” He heard her call, and seeing her lift her arms in muted supplication, reached out to take her hand into his own allowing himself to be pulled down into her comforting embrace. He felt her arms snake around him, as he buried his face in her lavender scented hair, lavishing in the soft texture of her curls against his cheek, like the finest Venetian silk. After a moment, his lips moved from her sweet smelling hair down to her neck, kissing and licking her flesh, then finding her earlobe, his tongue began to swirl around it in slow motions. At the same time, his hands drifted downward to her breasts. A soft whimper escaped her lips as she felt Nicolas take both of her breasts in his hands, cupping and kneading them. Then with his thumbs, he began to stroke the hard nubs of her nipples. Janette arched her back, her head falling back against the soft, lush grass, as she pressed her flesh against his hands. She moaned in pleasure as one of his hands made its way down to slip between her legs, cupping her mound and no doubt, feeling her cool dampness there. For a moment, Nicolas breathed in her fresh scent, relishing in her distinctive fragrance. “Oh, you smell so wonderful,” he breathed into her ear. “Like those roses over there. So fragrant, like the sweetest perfume.” With her hands, Janette pulled him back to her lips to capture his mouth in a searing kiss, pressing her soft breasts against the firm muscles of his chest, rubbing herself in a sensual motion around his arousal. Nicolas responded quickly to her actions, plundering his tongue inside her now warm mouth, devouring her, as his hands worked their way down her neck, over her collarbone, and lower, to hold and knead her breasts again. Janette moaned against his lips as he began to trace circles around her nipples, and then releasing her mouth, to shower kisses down her neck, over her collarbone and lower to her breasts. Taking each aroused nipple into his mouth, Nicolas sucked and nipped at them with his teeth, then traced his tongue around each aureole. His kisses and touches, as always, were working their magic on her, sending her soaring like a bird. Entwining her fingers in his blond locks, Janette pressed his demanding lips to her supple skin as he moved lower, his lips finding the sensitive spot of her inner thighs. Licking along her flesh with his tongue, he came to her wetness and without hesitation plunged into her welcoming core. Nicolas felt Janette’s hands reaching for him and captured them in his, holding them at her sides, while he continued to suck and nip. She began arching her back, her hips pushing against him, as she encouraged him with words in their native French with each thrust of his tongue. He smiled briefly against her skin, delight always filling him at seeing her like this…unabashed and wanton. Je veux aller au bout de mes fantasmes I want to go to the end of my fantasies Je sais que c’est interdit I know it is forbidden Je suis folle I am crazy Je m’abandonne I am letting myself go Mea Culpa I am sinful Letting herself go…going to the end and beyond…that’s what she was about to do, as she felt Nicolas plunge his tongue once more, deep within her, hitting the center of her desire. At the same time, she saw him bring his wrist up to her mouth. Without hesitation, Janette bit into his flesh, drinking hungrily from him as she reached her orgasm, soaring into spasms of ecstasy. Her body trembled as ripples of splendor rushed through her, coursing through her spine down to her toes. At the peak of her climax, Nicolas’s lips moved down to the soft skin of her inner thigh to bury his fangs into her flesh, drinking her passionate, fiery essence. After a time, he pulled away from her, and moving up her body, captured her lips again, kissing her with raw intensity. Sometime during the kiss, she encouraged him to roll on his back, and cupping her hands around his face, drew away. Rising slightly, she began to move down his body, spreading her hands across his broad chest, brushing her fingers through his blond hairs, then down to his firm stomach, tickling the short hairs around his navel, and then still further to his inner thighs, dusting the firm skin with her nails. In this last area of exploration, Janette heard a deep-throated moan escape from his lips. Her lips curled into a wicked smile. She hadn’t lost her touch, she thought, delight filling her, as always, at the ability to produce such a response from him. Kneeling beside him, Janette continued with her caresses, running her fingers and nails the length of his inner legs, each time advancing closer to his now very aroused member, only to stop within a hair’s breath of touching him to travel down his leg again. Je suis la et ailleurs I am here and somewhere else Je n’ai plus rien I have nothing more Je deviens folle I am becoming crazy Je m’abandonne I am letting myself go Mea Culpa I am sinful Crazy… he thought he would go crazy with the torture of it all, if she didn’t do something soon, as he felt her continue with her teasing strokes. Another deep groan, almost bordering on a growl, erupted from his throat as his hips jerked independently upward. “Janette, please,” she heard him implore. There was an almost painful tone in his voice. Looking up, Janette was met with red eyes. “Alors, Nicolas, you are always so impatient.” Her eyes were reflecting merriment, her tone teasing. But a moment later, a sympathetic look overtook her expression as she heard another agonizing groan and saw his painful grimace. She encircled her hand around his throbbing member, squeezing gently before making a slow descent to the base, then an ascent to the tip. Leaning over, she began to run her tongue in a slow, circular motion over the tip of his penis, then downward along the underside while her hand continued to stroke him up and down in slow movements. She could hear his deep growls as her hand and tongue began to stroke and lick against him faster and faster. Leaning over him even more, her hair began to pool around him, tickling his skin, as she started pumping his swollen penis vigorously in her fist while her tongue began to dart out to touch the tip in quick and steady movements. She heard another low growl erupt from his chest and throat, and then felt fingers suddenly twisting in her hair. He dragged her head upward to cover her mouth with his own, devouring her with intense need, as he rolled her over onto her back. Drawing away, Janette glanced up into his dark passion-filled eyes and felt his hips grinding against her. Her lips curled slowly into a mischievous smile, her eyes becoming amber with desire. “I guess this shows how badly you need me, mon amour.” Her voice was low and husky, as she planted her hands firmly around his buttocks, pressing him closer to her entranceway. “Oui.” Nicolas managed. “Je te desire toujours…toujours.” He crushed her mouth in another explosive kiss as he slid easily into her. For a moment, she lost all awareness of anything, but his lips pressing against hers, his tongue dancing against hers, his skin molding to her flesh, and his cool length buried deep inside her. Pulling her lips away from his, drawing the intense kiss to a close, Janette glanced up to see the desire and hunger in his eyes. “Je te desire aussi, cher.” She said, matching his look with one of her own. “Prends-moi, je suis a toi.. Resiste plus rien, mon cher Nicolas. Abandonne-toi a l’obscurite.” She whispered, tightening her arms and legs around him. A second later, she began to feel him move inside her. The first of many thrusts were deep, hard, and fast, taking her breath away as she pushed her hips up to meet them. Running her nails up and down his back, she felt him withdraw, then push into her with force, over and over again. Je ne dors plus I can’t sleep anymore Je te desire I desire you Prends-moi Take me Je suis a toi I’m yours An incredible exhilaration was beginning to wash over Janette as she felt him thrust into her, taking her with wild abandon. At the same time, she saw his passion-filled eyes locked on hers, never wavering from her face, making her feel like she was the only one in his universe. He could do that to her, make her feel so special with just one look. Just as his powerful thrusts, his demanding touches and feverish kisses could make her crazy with desire, make her want to be taken to the edge and beyond. From a distance, Janette could hear his deep-throated grunts as they continued to rock together in a fast, continuous rhythm. Then she sensed a sudden change come over him as she felt him lace his fingers with hers. Raising their joined hands above her head and holding them there, he forced her breasts upward to meet his demanding lips. His tongue flickered across each taut nipple as he began to alter the speed of his thrusts, plunging himself deep within her and withdrawing, easing in and out in a slow, languorous motion. Lifting his head, Nicolas rained Janette’s face and throat with feverish kisses, then pressed his lips against the soft hollow where neck and shoulder met. For a second, his nostrils flared as he inhaled the sweet scent of her skin and the heady musk aroused by their lovemaking, then raising his head, he again escalated the force of his thrusts, pumping harder and faster, delving ever deeper inside her. Je suis la et ailleurs I am here and somewhere else Je veux tout I want everything Quand tu veux When you want Comme tu veux As you like Mea Culpa I am sinful Tremors of pleasure were coursing through Nicolas at the feel of her soft breasts pressed up against his firm chest, her smooth legs and arms wrapped around his hips, the hunger in her reddish amber eyes, and her tight moist chamber as he continued to drive them both toward the final crest. At the same time, Janette was responding with untamed abandon, climbing with him from one crest to the next, each movement bringing them closer to that perfect moment of bliss. Then they were there, as she sensed Nicolas’s neck against her lips. Slicing through his skin with her sharp fangs, Janette found her release, catapulting over into waves of orgasms. Her body trembled as she felt his fangs penetrate her neck, his hips continuing to push against her flesh. She felt him shudder against her as he met his own climax, releasing his seed deep within her. After a while, pulling away slightly, they licked and kissed each other’s wounds, their limbs remaining entwined, their bodies joined. Nicolas was the first to move, lifting his head to give her a warm smile, his eyes returning to their cobalt blue. “Janette, tu sais que je t’aime.” He said, his tone serious, as he brought one of her hands to his lips to kiss each fingertip. “Je t’aimerai toujours…toujours.” “Je t’aime aussi, mon cher, Nicolas.” She whispered, reaching up to cup her other hand around his face, her expression also sobering. After a moment, though, a smile began to creep into her face. “Why don’t you show me again how much you love me…desire me, Nicolas?” Her fingers danced over his chest and down his stomach. “Comme tu veux…” Nicolas gave her a sly smile before his lips crushed hers again… ********************************** Finis ********************************** French Translations: Mon amant My lover Moi aussi Me too Viens Come here Resiste plus rien Don’t resist any longer Abandonne-toi a l’obscurite Let yourself go to the darkness tu sais que je t’aime You know I love you Je t’aimerai toujours…toujours I will love you always and always Je t’aime aussi I love you too Please let me know your thoughts about this story. Would you like me to write more N&J fiction? I'd love to hear from you. You can email me at: psmoot43@hotmail.com or pas_20197@yahoo.com