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She could be such a shy little thing, his Lou. Typically never afraid to share what was on her mind, had no trouble disagreeing with Lestat but she was always so very shy when it came to her desires.
Lestat noticed it from the first moment they met. He heard her. He heard her little quips and comments, her questions and her fears. Lestat typically tried to ignore these, he would rather read her body language so he could prepare for the day he couldn't read her mind anymore.
But what he could never ignore was her lust.
Her most intimate thoughts came in like whispers right up against his ear. And even when she tried to push these thoughts down, tell her mind no, you shouldn't be so crude, they'd only become even louder, even more graphic. Images shot through Lou’s, and consequently Lestat’s, head. Louis’ pretty face all contorted trying to take Lestat's dick all the way down, or flashes of Lestat fully nude- or at least, what Lou imagined he looked like naked. -which wasn't terribly inaccurate-
These flashes of red hot desire happened at any time. When Lou was sitting with Lestat at the dinner table, surrounded by her family, that's of course when her mind wanted to plague her the most. A picture of Lestat ran across Lou's mind, of Lestat, with his hard heavy cock out, touching himself and moaning like some whore on Liberty Street. Shush! That's filthy! Lestat would hear Louis telling herself. Her brain, the cheeky thing it was, flashed another, of Lestat groping at Lou's little breasts. Our father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name another flash of lestat, thy kingdom come, thy will be done and another, on earth as it is in heaven. They just kept coming, seeping their way past her iron wall of ‘no’s and ‘that's vulgar’s, right into her imagination, and subsequently, Lestat’s.
At first it was cute. Like something a little schoolgirl would deal with. But Lestat soon found it was frustrating his Lou more than anything. His poor Louis, she denied herself so definitively. He felt awful knowing that he was the cause of these stressors, as adorable as they were. His little Lou was so pent up and she didn't even know it. On the night they first touched each other, she was even holding herself back then as well. Lestat palmed her poor weeping cock and kissed up her neck, rutting himself against her behind, “Wait,” Lou grabbed his thigh behind her, “Don’t- don't put it in yet. I'm just not ready.”
Nonsense.
Lestat could feel her want, he could feel her unconsciously backing herself up into him. But alas, “Of course mon cher” another kiss to her neck, “Anything for you.”
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Louis’ actual virginity only lasted so long. Their first night together as immortal husband and wife was soft and warm in their coffin. Lestat spooning Louis, slowly thrusting into her from behind while sliding his hands up and down her torso. Lestat could no longer read Louis' mind anymore but he assumed he wouldn't need to. She could be free now. Why would an immortal vampire ever deny themselves anything? Lestat soon found out that Louis was far more complicated than that. She loved human society even more than he had. Louis clung to it, these roles that Lestat knew would ultimately mean nothing in the long term of their everlasting life of love with each other.
But, Louis was shy.
Many evenings would end with Louis sitting on Lestat’s lap trading little pecks with each other and Lestat massaging (more of just groping) Louis while a record played. Lestat could feel her heart pumping furiously for him, could see the way her pupils would dilate like a little doe’s. And finally Lestat would cup her cheek and ask her, “Cherie, do you want me to make love to you?”
Louis would look a little stunned at first, as if this was the first time he’d said just a thing, and then hide her face in his chest mumbling, “I dunno..”
She made no sense. Lestat knew she enjoyed their love-making, some nights he would lick all the evidence she left off her body. He knew she enjoyed it just the way he liked it, rough and messy, so hard that all you can think of is the other person and all you feel is the pleasure you are receiving from them.
But why would she never initiate these relations? Louis would never just outright ask him for anything! She might wear the sweetest little lace panties under her silk robe, might purposefully let it hang open so Lestat could gawk at her dripping cock seeping red precum onto the fabric and her perky little tits, nipples already erect, all so that when Lestat picked her up over his shoulder and asked, “To the bedroom?” she’d just respond with some vague ambiguous answer!
Louis was no baby bird, she was a little cat meowing at her papa only to run away when he came to give her attention.
Lestat would have no more of this attitude from her. So he proposed a deal.
As they laid together in their little coffin, finally after the week’s spell of abstinence was broken by Lestat's begging, he asked Lou a question.
“Are you.. Embarrassed, to ask for us to partake in the merging of our physical bodies as close as our souls have been merged?”
Louis lifted her head from his chest a little and perked an eyebrow, “What?”
“Just- Louis, why do you never initiate our lovemaking? I know you enjoy it, I always make sure to- taste your enjoyment once we are finished, so why must I have to coax it out of you?” Lestat sighed a bit and watched as his wife bit her lip and averted her gaze.
“I guess… I don’t know, it’s just… I was always sort of taught that my desires and any sort of frivolous sexuality was, sort of gross I guess?”
“Do you think I’m gross?”
“No! I didn’t mean it like that! Lestat, things are different between you and me, you know? Growing up, we were taught our bodies were holy things, not to be used for such- well, wicked deeds…”
Lestat chuckled, “But I don’t understand Louis, sex is only what comes naturally for a husband and wife?”
“I know! But saying those dirty things out loud, these excessive impure thoughts I have, I can’t just wash the shame I feel away. I love you Lestat, you know that, but you must understand I’m having a hard time adjusting to all this.” Louis laid her head back down on his chest.
With a sigh Lestat asked, “Well, what's to be done about that then?” He cupped her cheek and caressed her soft skin with his thumb. Louis shrugged a little and closed her eyes as Lestat continued to pet her till they both drifted to sleep in their own thoughts.
What’s to be done about that?
The next evening the two awoke, Lestat already had his plan. He knew he must deliver the idea lightly, and prepare himself for it to be rejected immediately, and possibly even angrily, but this was the quickest solution (and for Lestat, the most pleasurable).
The two went through their routine, Louis checking on her human affairs, calling on friends and hunting poor Mrs. William’s chickens, and Lestat, visiting Roget & Albert to check his accounts, going to a poorer part of town to drain some random young man. But when Lestat came home at last, and burned the pale body, he asked Louis for another conversation.
“Lou, my dear I believe I have an answer to the issue of your shy sexual appetite.”
Louis sat on the couch next to him, folding her legs up and leaning her head on the outstretched arm he slung over the back. “What do you got Les?”
“I know you Louis, I think I know you quite well, wouldn't you say?”
“Sure…” Louis was desperately curious where he was going with this.
“And I think I know your body well too, yes?”
“What are you going on about?”
“Louis, how would you feel if instead of having to go through the embarrassment of asking for sex, I just took it as I pleased from you?”
Louis’ face contorted, “You’re gonna.. rape me?”
“Ah but it is not rape if we consent to it, is it? Louis I believe I can read you well enough to know when you want my body. If you agree to this, I won’t bother asking you whether you want me or not at that moment, I will simply take you then and spare you the discomfort of asking.”
Louis stared at Lestat for a while. Her face was easy to read Lestat thought, he could see her mind working out what he had just asked her, whether to be angry or thrilled, appalled or relieved.
“I- What if I don’t want it? What if you read wrong?”
“If you don’t want it then I will stop. Easy as that, it’s all still consensual mon cher, I only want to do this if you do.”
Louis’ eyes could not meet his, she only stared into her hands, occasionally looking forward at his thighs. Lestat could feel her heart beating like a hummingbird’s, for a moment he did ponder if he read her desires wrong, if this was a mistake, but that's when Louis’ head finally perked up at his.
“Yeah. I- I think I wanna do that.”
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Once the particulars were understood by the both of them, all Louis had to do was wait.
The anticipation, she would come to find, was the most erotic part. The feeling of his eyes skimming her figure, knowing that at any time he could just force her open and take her, it was ecstasy. Even during the somewhat mundane situations, just his close proximity, the idea that he was thinking of what he would do with her had Lou blushing all over.
The night after their conversation, Lou laid on their bed, a book out in front of her as she rested on her stomach, her feet kicked up a bit into the air. She wore her lacy brassiere and her lounge shorts, covered by a silk robe for a bit of modesty. She heard the heels of Lestat’s shoes clicking their way up the staircase and she thought for a moment about how if he caught her in such a state, if he would finally make use of the agreement they had set up.
As Lestat walked in, Louis could feel his eyes brushing over her. Making their way down from her hair, to her back, her behind, and lastly to her legs, crossed in the air. Louis hadn't read a word from her book since she heard his footsteps, she was frozen in a mix of fear and excitement.
But to her disappointment, Lestat only walked past her, opening the way to the coffin room where she assumed he would begin to change into his pajamas. Lou turned her head a bit to see if he was going to say anything when he, now entirely naked, made eye contact with her from the other room.
Her face flushed and she quickly brought her face back and tried to get back into her book. Oh God, he’s really gonna do it huh? Louis swallowed and tried to be unconcerned. Surely he could hear her heart beating like a rabbit's. How was this even gonna go?
Out of the corner of her eye she saw him walk back out, his confident strut intimidating her without even getting a full glance. Lestat made his way to the bed, placed his hand on the cover and began to climb on.
I’m ready, just do it! Please touch me.
Lestat crawled closer to her, like a lion closing in on its prey. His heavy cock hanging down, brushing against his legs. At last, the monster was here, she didn't have to run anymore, she could just give herself into his hold, welcome it even.
Lestat laid down next to her. Propping his arm up to hold his head as he gazed at Louis.
“What’s that you are reading?”
Lou’s eyes carefully made their way to his face, his blue eyes, pillowy pinkish lips, and the soft blonde curls falling over his shoulders.
“I- uhm.” Louis turned the book to look at the cover.
“The Rosary,” Lestat said before she could answer. “Such a sweet romance. Very popular these days, no?”
Louis nodded her head. She felt like time had slowed down, like she was playing some sort of mental game of chess, but she couldn’t tell if she wanted to win or lose.
Lestat turned onto his back, reaching his hands up to run them through his hair. He turned a little to Lou and smiled a bit. “The sun will be upon us soon Mon Cher, we should get some sleep.”
Louis softly agreed, slipped a piece of paper into her book and placed it on the side table. He’s going to do it once we are in the coffin, I just know it.
As the two of them began shutting off the lights and making their way to their coffin, Lou’s whole body felt cold, like her whole face was devoid of blood now. She made her way into what felt like the lion’s den and waited for Lestat to climb in first so she could get on top of him.
The fire crackled as she carefully stepped in. At last, down in Lestat’s arms, he reached up to close the lid.
She felt his arms pull her tightly into him, his breath against her temples. His hot skin pressed against her own.
Do it.
Lestat opened his mouth ever so slightly and whispered to her, “Goodnight my Saint Louis, I love you as I've never loved any other.” He kissed her scalp and let out a sigh, attempting to fall asleep.
That's it?
Louis’ eyes were wide open, she looked at Lestat and even despite the darkness she could see his face was at peace, asleep. She furrowed her brows and waited for a moment to see if he was going to wake back up.
Nothing.
She could hear and feel everything, she was so awake she didn’t even need to blink. Her heart continued to race a bit but not nearly as fast as her mind. Was that not..? No, he was absolutely gonna- Why didn’t he?? A feeling of frustration overtook her shock. All that? For just- nothing? Her brain felt like a catapult, all loaded up ready to go, scissors to cut the line in hand, only for the catapult to fall apart completely.
The restful darkness surrounding her did not soothe her but only made her more frustrated. This fucking… She rolled her eyes to herself. Such a stupid tease.
Lou adjusted herself, let out a breath she’d kept in far too long and went to sleep.
Lestat smiled to himself and held in a giggle.
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Lestat’s plan had gone perfectly. He could've taken her right then, he certainly wanted to, but seeing his wife stumble around like a fawn, waiting for it, was almost just as enjoyable.
Her reaction was exactly what Lestat was looking for. This had been to test his Lou, to see if she would cower, run, or accept it. He found his answer as soon as he stepped into the room with her. His little Louis really was just shy, she left herself open, on purpose, to see what he would do. She was perfect.
The old man seized a little in Lestat’s arms as he was drained. His body flopping around so pathetically, Lestat thought to himself. He smiled. What a wonderful night he was having.
Lestat practically waltzed back home, he had no other business to attend to and why not spend the rest of this lovely night with the most lovely lady? He opened the front door and yelled out in his best American accent, “Honey, I’m home!!”
Lestat giggled as he strode into the parlor looking for Louis. Only, she was nowhere to be found.
“Louis?” He called out, but to no avail.
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The park she walked through was dimly lit and very quiet. The sound of her heels tapping along the ground and the faint rumble of cars in the distance serenaded her thoughts. Louis held her purse in front of her so with every step her knees would knock it forward.
This immortal existence, she’d barely even scratched the surface of forever yet she felt as if she already knew her fate. What was the point of eternity if nothing ever changed? What was vampirism if not a glorified prison? She thought of the night she was turned, their wedding night Lestat would call it, she wanted to change then, but what a cruel joke it was for her dying wish to be for her life to change, and then to be cursed into a changeless stagnant reality.
How do you move as a statue? Louis lifted her eyes from the ground and gazed forward, people in the distance laughed and shouted at each other. They married, murdered, created, and destroyed. How did they do it?
All the rules and taboos and expectations in the world and they still did as they pleased, but how?
A statue moves the same as anybody else, it just gets up, and goes.
Louis stopped walking. Then started again.
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It was decided. There was no getting over her preconceived ideas and stresses about her purity as a woman. Louis would have to work at these concepts like knots, picking and pulling and irritating till they were all undone. There was no getting over it, only going through. She would have to sit in her discomfort till it became comfortable for her.
The next night, as Lestat went out hunting, Louis wandered around the house fiddling and reorganizing little things as she went. She knew she wanted Lestat to make good on their agreement, but how could she ensure he would without having to do the embarrassing thing by pleading for it?
She put the books she had been reorganizing down and paused. She looked down at her legs, her little shorts, and even groped her breasts a bit. Hmm A thought started to whisper into her mind. What if when he came home, I was just utterly naked? Not in the bath or anything, more like as if I didn't even notice I had no clothes, maybe just sitting in the parlor like it's nothin’
Louis delicately trailed her fingers over the waistline of her shorts. She toyed with the drawstring and began to ever so slowly pull them down. Louis the curtains are open. What the hell are you doing? She remembered. Louis pulled her shorts back up and quickly went over to shut all the curtains on the street facing side of the house.
After ensuring not only that the curtains were closed but also that the front and back doors were properly locked, Louis slipped her shorts off and threw them in the hamper. Her little cock twitched with interest, the eager thing.
Walking around with no pants downstairs felt weird, sort of cold. She’d been intimate with Lestat downstairs before, both of them were fully naked of course but that never felt weird. I guess.. Since he’s not here it sorta just feels strange.
Louis tried to go back to organizing the books but she began to worry that just having no pants on might not be enough. She wanted Lestat to take her, to put everything else to the side and just smother her with himself as soon as he got home. She still had on her white camisole and was debating if she should switch it out for just a bra?
As she thought about this Louis walked into the dining room they rarely used and began inspecting the candlesticks, picking off any drips of wax. She could feel the pit in her stomach drop lower and lower the more she thought about what Lestat would do to her once he got home. It was an excited kind of nervous. Is this what streakers felt like?
She almost thought she should just go back upstairs and put her clothes back on when she heard the front door creak open. Oh God
Lestat hung his hat and coat up and began looking for his Lou. She had seemed to be unusually lethargic the other night and he worried she wasn’t getting enough to eat. He had overfed himself a bit on purpose hoping maybe if she won’t drink from humans, maybe she would drink from him? But that's when he saw her, her frightened expression and her little panties just barely peeking out from under her sheer camisole. That little minx-
He rushed over to her and before she could say anything he already had his hands on her. From behind he groped up her torso, touching from her belly to her breasts, while he used his feet to kick apart her legs, destabilizing her.
“Oh my Lou-” Lestat whispered in her ear. He had been so quick that Louis was completely flustered. “You look absolutely perfect.” Lestat grinded his already hardening cock against her and bent her over a little. Louis’ whole body shook but she went willingly. Lestat then reached down to her hips and roughly slammed her butt against his crotch, twisting the sides of her panties in his fingers as he held her hips.
With her hands on the table all Louis could really do was take it. This was what she had planned, what she thought about all that night and the previous ones as well, and yet it was still just as surprising and overwhelming.
“Les..” She tried to squeak out, but was then gasping as Lestat ripped her panties off. Lestat kneeled down so he could get a good look at her and began kneading her butt and kissing her all over. He began to lick at her hole, first giving long flat tounged licks that spanned from her taint to the top of her behind, then focusing in on her opening, tongue fucking her and moaning into it like a madman.
“No, hey!” Louis tried to reach her hand around to stop him somehow but Lestat grabbed her wrist before she could get to him and held it against her lower back. With his other hand, Lestat began to roughly finger her, plunging in one, then two fingers while spitting and drooling at her hole. He watched as her cock twitched up and down, she was such a funny girl for ever denying herself this pleasure
Louis couldn’t speak, only gasped and whined as Lestat did this to her. She felt so exposed, she could feel the air of the room softly against her naked parts. Her cock felt almost painful, like a muscle she couldn't relax, tempted by the pleasure being given just a few inches away. The ecstasy Lestat forced inside her felt like he was cracking her open, rubbing all the soft tender insides like she was nothing more than an object.
Lestat took his fingers out and stood back up, unzipping his pants and pulling out his dick. He smeared the precum that had built up on his tip all over Louis’ hole. Slapping it a little and loudly moaning. “You’re perfect Louis, how did I ever get so lucky?”
The single arm that had been holding Louis’ upper body collapsed and she laid her head sideways against the placemat on the table. She felt like a captive, which drove her adrenaline through the roof in the most exciting way. Her eyes tried to look at Lestat but then closed as Lestat pushed his way into her. She closed her mouth and pursed her lips as she moaned behind them, already feeling the sting of tears forming in her eyes.
The slow slide into her felt like he was splitting her apart. Once fully settled, Lestat dipped his head down and kissed the back of Louis’ neck so softly, then smiled into it and gave a breathy chuckle. He finally began to slowly bring his hips back and forth, fucking her tenderly at first, his hips going in almost a mini circle as he aimed right for her prostate. Louis felt so incredibly warm inside, so silky soft and vulnerable. Lestat couldnt get enough and began to fuck her a little faster, bringing his head up from her back and using his lower core to thrust into her. This perfect woman, he thought, he could never get enough of her.
“Ouh- J’adore ton corps, ma chérie” Lestat gripped her hips and threw his head back, his jaw shivering from it all as he moaned into the air.
Louis couldn’t think straight, tears fell down her cheeks and she could feel her breasts rocking with every thrust. She wanted to cover her mouth but Lestat still had her arm pinned. She already felt like she was going to orgasm, she couldn't take it, all she could think of was Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh God, Lestat!
Lestat then moved to grab her belly and hips with one arm, and her neck with the other. Louis could do nothing but stay impaled on his cock as he carried her over to the large mirror they had hung on the wall. He had to see her in all her glory, her magnificence. He set her feet back down on the ground but didn’t let go on her neck as he began thrusting into her again.
It was humiliating. Louis could see her stupid fucked out expression in the mirror and whenever she tried to look down, Lestat brought his hand up from her neck and forced her head back up. Tears fell from her eyes from the overwhelming sensations. She could see her breasts moving in her camisole and her precum dripping down to the rug as Lestat fucked into her. His eyes were glued to her face, her body, every part of her. Louis’ arms held on to his hips, gripping the fabric of his slacks looking for any stability.
That was when Lestat took his hand from her neck and slid it down to the bottom of her camisole, he gripped it and quickly pulled it upward, allowing Louis’ little tits to fall out and be seen. She gasped and once her mouth was open she couldn’t stop the wails from coming out. He held the fabric up as he pounded into her, staring at her bouncing tits in the mirror. Lestat moved his hand to knead one of them and pinch at her nipple, his cock pulsating as he violated her.
Louis stared transfixed into the mirror, her mouth now gaping open and miserable little sounds coming out. Her tears flooded her vision thicker and thicker as she approached her orgasm.
The feeling of Lestat surrounding her, using her, opening her, it was mortifying, and yet, she’d never felt so turned on in her life. To just be exploited and thouroughly and devoutly fucked, the euphoria took hold of her mind and silenced her worries. All there was was Lestat, the only place was that room, and the only thing she had to do was take it.
Lestat’s hand on her hip grazed the tip of her cock and she fell apart, her legs desperately trying to close as her cock squirted out cum. She’d never yelled so loud during sex, she was sure the people on the street could hear her.
Despite her ravaging orgasm, Lestat’s thrusting persisted. He whispered how he loved her and how she was the most beautiful girl in the world and his precious little wife as he kept fucking her, burrying his face back into her hair. When he finally came, he squeezed her tightly and pumped his cum up inside her. Louis hadn’t stopped crying as he slowed down and breathed into her shoulder, the both of them standing just trying to catch their breath.
Lestat lifted his head a little so his eyes could peek out from behind Louis’ shoulder, he saw her poor face, all red with her eyes closed and still huffing. He smiled and kissed up her neck, burying his nose in her hair. He told her, “You were incredible, my Saint Louis, I couldn’t think of a more perfect being to love.”
Louis was still out of breath and trying to process what had happened, she had never cum that hard before, her ears had rung and it was like she couldn’t see. She deftly said, “Sit,” and Lestat brought them over to a little lounge chair where he pulled out of her but still had her sit on his lap.
Louis reclined onto his chest, not caring if she was sweaty and likely leaking his own cum onto his pants. Her head lolled onto his shoulder, and she turned to look at him with her chest still rapidly rising and falling. Lestat held her in his lap and caressed her hand. He seemed to have a fragile look on his face, as if he was worried about something. Louis smiled at him, and that was when the fragile look faded into a smile as well. Lestat kissed her and told her, “I love you,” before Louis closed her eyes and Lestat carried her up to the coffin to rest.