Immortal Whispers

For over a month, the former Mrs. Harker was seen around London in the company of one Mr. Dorian Gray. They were nearly inseparable. She had become quite fond of him. He was devilishly clever, and told the most interesting stories. It seemed that he was actually older than he appeared. He was over ten years her senior by his account. So he had traveled as much as the gossips had speculated, if not more.

One night, Dorian invited Mina to visit him at his home. She accepted. She marveled at how much her life had changed in so short an amount of time. Just one year before, when she was still Miss Mina Murray, she would have scandalized herself by accepting such an invitation. Now, a divorced suffragette with the strength and abilities of a vampire, scandal was par for the course.

She arrived at Dorian’s townhouse at suppertime. She was briefly overwhelmed by the architecture and its adornments. Dorian had wonderful taste in décor.

She reached for the doorknocker, pausing to run her fingers along its surface. It was a long handle ending in a lemniscate, the universal mathematical symbol for infinity. She wondered at the significance of this for a moment, then shrugged and banged the doorknocker.

Dorian answered the door personally. He was dressed in his usual flamboyant attire. Such raiments usually annoyed her terribly, but somehow they suited him. Dorian was the only man she knew who could dress in that manner without looking like a dandy.

“Hello Mina.” He took her hand, kissing it gently before leading her inside.

“Good evening Dorian.”

“You look wonderful tonight.”

“As do you.”

He led her into the dining room, where the table had been set with candles and a sumptuous meal for two. Again, Dorian’s servants were mysteriously absent, but Mina growgrown accustomed to his disregard for propriety.

“Please, sit.” He pulled out her chair for her, and she took her seat. He then poured them each a glass of wine and sat across from her.

“Thank you.”

“You’re quite welcome my dear.” He raised his glass in a toast. “To us.”

“To us. Right.” She clinked her glass with his. She sipped the amber liquid and frowned a bit. She peered at Dorian over the rim of her glass. In that moment she was reminded of a similar meal she’d had with the count. He too offered her a glass of wine. The only difference being that the glass the count gave her contained some of his blood. That single transfusion would change her forever. She was only fortunate enough to have only received the one dose. If he had been able to give her a second and third sample of his vital essence, she would be a full-fledged vampire, driven solely by the thirst and completely vulnerable during the daytime.

She shook herself of these disturbing thoughts. Dorian eyed her curiously, as if he suspected something was not quite right with her mood. She gave him a reassuring smile and finished her wine.

They ate their meal together in near sile Do Dorian was not his usual animated self. He was very quiet, yet totally focused on Mina. His eyes almost never left her face.

She could feel herself blushing under his appraising gaze. She had never been so aware of the feeling of a man undressing her with his eyes before. It was a bit unnerving, but also quite exhilarating.

Once their meal was done, Dorian suggested that they retire to the parlor. He directed her to have a seat while he poured them ‘something special’ to drink. Mina sank onto a beautiful Louis XIV sofa. She ran her fingers over the plush fabric. “Is this authentic?”

He turned briefly to see to what she was referring. He smiled and returned to his preparations. “Of course,” he replied over his shoulder. “I wish for only the best.” He hoped she’d catch the subtle compliment in his response.

He walked over to join her carrying a tray upon which there were two glasses, two spoons, a sugar bowl, and a tall green bottle.

“What have you there?”

“A treat I’ve been saving for a special occasion. Absinthe.”

“Absinthe? Oh heavens, no! I couldn’t!”

“Of course you can.”

“No. I really can’t. I had an aunt who tried it once when she was a young girl. It drove her quite mad. She fell into a coma and had the most frightening nightmares. She dreamt that she followed a white rabbit down a hole into a magical land or some such nonsense.”

“Really?” he chuckled.

“Oh yes. Poor Aunt Alice is still in asylum to this day. She’s continued to go to this ‘land of wonder’ in her dreams ever since. I remember accompanying my mother to visit her when I was a small child. We brought her a chess game for her thirtieth birthday, and she threw it across the room and started reciting the poem ‘Jabberwocky’ over and over.”

“I’ve always liked that poem,” Dorian commented as he placed the spoons atop the glasses, and centered a sugar cube in each. “She sounds intriguing. And all this from one nip of absinthe, you say?”

“Undoubtedly. And I see that you have decided to ignore my protests sir and continue to prepare that ghastly drink. I tell you I will have none of it!”

Dorian glanced at her, smiling mischievously. “I don’t see what you’re so worried about. One such as yourself need not fear the Green Fairy.”

“One such as I? What the bloody hell is that supposed to mean?”

He tsked amusedly. “Such language, dear Mina. Surely a lady as refined as yourself need not resort to vulgarities.” She flushed at his chastising. “Now, by my prior statement, I meant that a vampiric creature, such as yourself, is hardly in any danger of absinthe poisoning.”

She frowned and stood. “I am leaving Dorian. Please do not call on me again. I will notinsuinsulted with such loathsome accusations.”

Dorian watched her walk toward the door. “Oh come now, Mina. Lies do not become us. I have known what you were for sometime. I heard of the ordeal you suffered last year, but I had no idea that the stunning creature I was fortunate enough to find on the shore of the Thames and then again in the London library was none other than the Mina Harker until you told me your name. I know the tales to be true, at least in part. I have born witness to my fair share of . . . shall we say, unnatural phenomena, and I see no reason to maintain pretense. You are at least part-vampire, and I am completely smitten with you.”

Mina stood with her hand numbly gripping the door handle. She turned to face him, a look of stunned horror on her face. “You . . . you wish to continue to see me socially, even knowing . . . what you know?”

“Dearest Mina. As I told you I have always known.”

She stared at him, shock written all over her lovely features. She took a tentative step toward him, and then froze again. Dorian smirked and rose to join her. He took her hand and led her back to the sofa. She sat beside him and took the glass of absinthe. They each stirred their sugar cubeto tto the green liquor, which turned a milky, pale green. Mina sipped her drink rather hesitantly. She never took her eyes off him as she did. He downed the contents of his glass rather quickly. He closed his eyes briefly, letting the bitter elixir take effect.

She watched him savoring the sensations, and she suddenly found herself to be very aroused. Dorian’s life was all about pleasure. She had no doubt that he could give her great pleasure. His attention to detail, his patience, his sensuality. He had an animalistic charm that she found terribly alluring.

Dorian opened his eyes slowly, staring at Mina. She felt as if his eyes could borholehole into her soul, they were so intense. She struggled to maintain her composure, but she felt her control slipping away. Without realizing it, she reached out and stroked his cheek. He placed his hand over hers, leaning his face into her palm.

A plaintive sigh escaped her lips. It was all the encouragement that Dorian needed. He sat up straight, leaning towards her, his lips parting as he drew nearer to her. He kissed her ever so gently, his lips barely making contact her hers.

She gasped at the slight pressure of his mouth on hers. She had not realized how much she wanted him until that moment. An electric current seemed to pass between them. It had been so very long since she had been with Jonathan, and becoming what she was made her a more sensual creature. She longed for the pleasure of physical delights, but as a proper gentlewoman, she had not attempted to indulge in such dalliances. She’d had quite enough he rhe rumor mills.

But Dorian was not like the other men of London. He would give her pleasure, and she would not need to worry about who would know about it afterward. He would satisfy her for as long as she wanted, and there would not need to be any commitment. She knew she did not want Dorian as a husband, only as a lover. She knew he felt the same. He was a confirmed bachelor, wanting no woman for any greater purpose than that of the paramour. That was just fine with Mina.

All doubt erased from her mind, she slipped her arms confidently around his neck, drawing him closer. He slid his tongue between her lips, and she gently sucked on it. Dorian groaned against her mouth. He pulled her against him. She sat sideways on his lap, still plumbing his mouth hungrily. He pushed his hands deep into her coiffure, dislodging the pins that held her hairstyle in place. Her soft light brown tresses spilled over her shoulders and down her back.

He pushed her hair back off her shoulders so that he could see her figure. Mina’s voluptuous curves could not hide from him, even under her many layers of clothing. He ran his fingers over her ample breasts, causing her to shudder. She leaned forward into his palms, savoring the delicious sensations he evoked as he caressed her.

Mina felt a fire building in her core. She wanted him more than she could have ever dreamt possible. Dorian could feel it too. He broke the kiss and lifted her in his arms, carrying her upstairs to his bedchambers. He gently laid her on the bed then walked around the room lighting candles. Once again, he stared at her with an intensity that stoked the flames within her.

“Undress yourself for me,” he ordered, sitting on a chaise lounge. Her eyes grew wide, but she did not hesitate to obey. She stood and slowly undid the buttons of her shirt, one by one, never breaking eye contact with him. She slipped out of the shirt and went to work on the tiny pearl buttons that held her skirt in place. When she was done, the skirt fell to the floor in a whisper. Dorian’s eyes were the color of pure onyx, but unlike the cold stone, they glowed red hot, burning with passion for her.

Mina walked over to Dorian. “I could use some help.” She placed one foot in his lap. He unlaced the shoe and removed it, along with her stocking. He placed her small bare foot against his chest and stroked her long leg. She leaned forward and said, “The other one.” She stood upright again, removing her foot from his grasp, and placed her other foot in his lap. He removed her shoe and stocking again, but this time she slid her foot further into his lap, caressing the bulge she found there with her toes. Dorian’s lips parted, releasing a whispered moan.

She pulled her foot away again and turned her back to him. “And my bodice?”

Dorian stood behind her and began untying the many little ribbons on the back of her undergarment. When he was done, it fell away revealing her creamy alabasbreabreasts to him. He turned her around so that he could look at her. Her chest heaved under his appreciative gaze. Her skin flushed prettily as she watched him watching her.

Mina still wore her red scarf. At first when he reached for it, she pushed his hand away. He smiled and kissed her again. “There is no need for you to hide any part of yourself from me, dear Mina.” And with that, he took the scarf from around her neck, revealing two small healed puncture wounds. He bent to kiss them. She shuddered at the endearing gesture, wiping shakily at the tears that burned in her eyes.

Suddenly, Dorian bent down, snatching her bloomers and yanking them to the ground. She placed her hands on his shoulders to steady herself and stepped out of the last vestige of her clothing. She stood before him, gloriously naked and in so much need she thought she would faint.

He stood again, bringing himself to his full height. He was a head taller than her when she was not wearing her shoes. This put them at the perfect mutual height for her curves to fit snugly against the contours of his body. She insistently pressed herself against him, losing patience as her need intensified.

He groaned again and pushed Mina away a bit so that he could swiftly remove his own garments. Dorian’s lean muscles bunched beneath his tanned skin as he picked her up again, this time joining her on the bed. He ran his thumbs over her nipples. She shivered and sighed. He continued to stroke the erect peaks, finally taking one deep into his mouth. She shrieked in ecstasy. “You torture me, Dorian! Please! I need you!”

“Not yet, my sweet. Be patient.”

He ran his fingers over her stomach and down to her inner thighs. He pushed her legs apart and parted her with his index finger. He inserted the finger into her cleft then withdrew, only to reinsert two fingers. He continued to delve his fingers nd ond out of her, eliciting wanton moans and pleas for release. He smiled wickedly as her begging became more and more desperate. At last, he added his thumb to the gentle torture, rubbing her bud of pleasure while he continued to stroke her velvety center. She writhed beneath his hand crying his name and screaming for mercy. When she attained her release, it was on a wave of violent tremors. Her essence flooded out of her, slicking his fingers thoroughly.

He could stand the waiting no longer. He needed to be inside of her. He stretched out on top of her, kissing her voraciously, tugging her bottom lip between his teeth before sucking on her swollen flesh. He kissed his way down to her breasts, taking each nipple in turn into his mouth. He laved them thoroughly then blew gently over the surface of her chest, causing her to shiver with delight.

Mina wrapped her arms around Dorian’s back, sliding them down to grasp his buttocks. She squeezed hard, indicating her need to join with him completely. He sat up on his haunches and stroked his manhood, while Mina opened herself to him. He leaned forward and slowly entered her, bracing himself with his other hand by her head. As he guided himself into her depths, he held back enough so that she could become accustomed to his size.

He withdrew a little and thrust back into her, then withdrew a little more and thrust into her harder. She squealed and squeezed his rear again, digging her fingernails into his flesh. He pulled out almost entirely and plunged into her again, forcing a deeper and deeper penetration with every thrust. Mina clenched her muscles around him, stroking him towards his release. He alternated between plunging into her violently and slowly pushing in and pulling out of her, inch by earth-shattering inch. When he slowed their rhythm so, she whispered his name in one long breathy moan, drawing it out for the entire tiontion of each down stroke. “Dooooooooriannnnnn.”

After nearly two hours of grinding into Mina, he pulled out of her completely, and turned her over onto her stomach. He pressed her head down onto the pillows and pulled her backside up so that she was on her knees. He pushed his swollen shaft into her wetness again then pounded her from behind with a savage fury. Mina’s screams of pleasure and pain intermingled with his own primal grunts of satisfaction.

And with one final powerful thrust, Dorian roared her name as he spilled his seed. Mina reached another orgasm, more powerful than the first. Her legs contracted so painfully she began to cry. She whimpered, tears spilling out from under her eyelashes she sheer over-stimulation as his considerable girth pulsed inside her.

Dorian collapsed on top of Mina, pinning her between himself and the mattress. They panted raggedly as the last tides of pleasure washed over them.

He finally dragged himself off of her, withdrawing slowly as not to cause her discomfort. When he looked into her face, he saw that she was already asleep. He pulled her into a tight embrace and closed his eyes.

Mina was everything he had hoped she would be. She was immortal, no question, having survived recklessly uninhibited lovemaking with him. He had killed countless other women when he allowed himself to truly be free sexually. Ironically, the only one who could withstand such force was the one person whom he’d actually care if he’d hurt.

He took comfort in knowing there was another such as himself whom he could turn to throughout the ages to come. Others would come and go, but Mina would be with him always. Even if they were apart, he could take solace in knowing that she was out there, somewhere. Suddenly, his lonely, mundane, immortal existence no longer seemed so bad. He gazed down at her as she dozed. He smiled serenely and whispered, “Sleep well, my little vampire.”

And with that, Dorian Gray fell into his first peaceful slumber of over a hundred years.