Gabriel

The evening unfolded like a classic tale, brimming with warmth and laughter. I found joy in simple pleasures, sleeves rolled up, assisting with dishes after savoring May's and Alma's culinary masterpieces.
Around the table, Alma's little brother embodied the curiosity of youth, asking more questions than any of us could keep up with, reminding me of life's wonders of the unknown. Even now, at 590 years old, I still have many unanswered questions.

The night unveiled layers of personalities within John that he usually kept private; he was full of funny stories about the girls he shared, even against their pleas not to divulge embarrassing stories. John told us feats of strength by a single mother, acknowledging May's indomitable spirit. He even told us an amusing tale of growing up and how people thought Charles was his father. One of the funny stories he shares is how he overheard two old, white ladies whispering as they looked from May to John and then to Charles; he said they clucked like a bunch of hens as they gossiped about how that red hair was a strong trait and that I couldn't possibly be his child. They wondered if the poor, dimwitted man even knew. I then told Charles what the women had said. Charles walked up to the old bitties at this outdoor bistro table where the two hens sat, leaned over, and whispered:

"If you really want to know... his father and I are lovers; we just need the woman to have the child."

John told us how the woman gasped and the other clutched her chest, and in horror, Charles took John's hand and said, "Come on, son, father's waiting for us."

Everyone laughed at this tale; I did as well, but it made me admire Ana's father even more. John told us how he and Alma met and how he had been persistently trying to court her since they were teens. Alma told us in a very joking manner that he was still trying but not very successful.

Dove's entrance marked the beginning of a particular magical evening. Dove is already a very tall young lady, and wearing a shoe with a heel, she was close to 6 feet. She looked absolutely lovely in a yellow taffeta dress. I saw the resemblance she and John shared with their mother, May.

As Ana entered the dining room, her vision was indescribable. Her beauty made the moon jealous, for even its radiant glow couldn't match the luminosity she carried within. It was a brilliance that seamlessly spilled into her outward appearance, painting her presence with an ethereal glow that captivated my heart. In an emerald green silk dress, the gown had two delicate straps across her shoulders, with half sleeves that gracefully revealed her bare shoulders. A slight dip at her chest, an empire waistline accentuating her delicate figure while showing all her curves, and a flowing ruffle along the side exposed a silky underlayer.

I found out later that her dress was the newest fashion from France. Ana is naturally beautiful and looked glorious tonight. A touch of makeup highlighted her cheeks and brought out her mesmerizing beauty. What captivated me the most were her eyes: big, bright, green eyes—the same eyes that made me feel like we were meant to be from the moment I first saw them. She was a vision of beauty. The room seemed to fade away, leaving only Ana and my profound connection with her. That same feeling I've felt nonstop since she entered my office. A magnetism that pulled us together so forcefully that only death could separate us.

Every step closer to the table intensified the emotions within me. As we held hands, the touch of her fingers sent a comforting warmth through my entire being. Pulling out of her chair, I couldn't help but marvel at how the simple act held significance far beyond its apparent simplicity.
The soft glow of candlelight danced across the table, creating an intimate atmosphere that heightened the anticipation of the night's celebration.

The conversation flowed effortlessly during dinner. Charles, with his unique sense of humor, told lots of jokes, filling the room with laughter. In the glow of the dinner candles and the moon shining through the large bay window, laughter echoed through the room. Dove and Ana shared a nostalgic moment. Reminiscing about their childhood escapades, Dove vividly depicted their mischievous adventures together. Tales of secret hideouts, daring pranks, and the shared joy of innocent laughter unfolded, creating a charming backdrop for the night. It added lightness to the special occasion. The clinking of glasses and the taste of wine enhanced the camaraderie around the table.
As the evening progressed, I mustered the courage for a daring act—the first in my 590 years of existence.

A sense of nervousness gripped me as I kneeled before Ana, feeling a torrent of emotions. With a pounding heart, I expressed,
"My love, from the moment our eyes met, I felt a connection to you that I haven't felt in the entire time I've been alive. There's nothing in this whole world that would make me happier than if you would give me the pleasure and honor of being your husband. I want to wake up to your beautiful face every morning and have you fall asleep in my arms every evening. I want to travel the world with you and your extraordinary family. To spend every single moment making sure that there's only a smile on your face, joy in your heart, and love in your soul. Will you do me the honor of allowing me to call you my wife?"

Ana's tearful acceptance was a symphony of emotions from everyone at the table—an overwhelming blend of joy, surprise, and love. In the aftermath, I smile at her, and then she does what my Ana does; in her long dress, she jumps, wrapping her legs around me instinctively, knowing I'll be there to catch her. She kisses me passionately as if no one is watching.

The informal display of public affection in front of everyone was a surprise, but I didn't care; I kissed her back with the same passion, and for a moment, we were the only two people on earth. I then placed her on her feet. I looked her in the eyes, holding her face.

"Ana Bauchman, soon to be Anastasia Dăscalu, you have made me the happiest man in the world. I am immensely grateful for the opportunity to share my life with you and your remarkable family."

We told Charles how I went by the last name White because of the bigotry I'd faced over the years. He understood me entirely and recognized my name as Romanian. He was fascinated when I told him where I was from in the city I grew up in; I couldn't tell him the year or century, at least not just yet.

As the night grew to an end, I caught Ana staring at me; her eyes glistened. I took her face in my hands and expressed profound gratitude for the chance to share my life with her and her extraordinary family. The evening is etched into my heart, a cherished memory that I will hold forever. For the first time in my Upir life, I felt a sense of belonging that transcended centuries.

The proposal left a profound sense of completeness; Ana beamed as she showed off her engagement ring, which captured everyone's admiration. Dove and Ana couldn't resist showing it off, with Charles, a seasoned observer of diamonds, affirming its absolute flawlessness.
After dinner, the collective effort in the kitchen brought a sense of familial togetherness. With May, John, and Dove heading home, Ana and I settled into a cozy moment snuggled in my arms with Charles in the den; we savored the brandy in the surroundings of the warmth of shared company.

I said good night to Charles and Ana and left like a respectable young man, only to ascend her balcony, waiting for her in her room. She giggled in happiness and assured me not to worry about waking her father, explaining that he slept like the dead and wouldn't hear a thing. I cocked my eyebrow and said, "I take that as an invitation." Which only leads to more giggling. It was nice to know I would be staying the evening, allowing for a sense of relaxation and ease.

While helping Ana out of her dress, I let her know how beautiful she looked that evening, kissing her softly all over her body as I undressed her. I told her the image of her walking into the dining room would remain in my mind forever. As I helped her out of her summer corset, she blushed as I continued to remove everything else, too. Soon, she was standing in front of me, completely naked, with her hands at her sides. I told her not to move; using my speed to my advantage, I lit several candles around the room, allowing for a perfect glow illuminating her face and every other perfectly exposed part of her body.

The evening grew a bit cooler; the wind gently blew through her open balcony doors, sending a shiver up her spine and hardening her nipples. I thanked Mother Nature and a smile spread across her face. I caressed her breasts, admiring their beauty, cupping both in my hands. I rubbed my thumbs across her nipples, and she moaned. She pulled at my jacket, and I assisted her with removing it. She unbuttoned my shirt, and I removed the rest of my clothing.

Ana watches me as I undress; her fingers trace the contours of my chest, and a subtle touch ignites a captivating exploration. Slowly, she runs her fingertips over the defined muscles of my shoulders, down my arms, and back to my chest with a newfound confidence. Her gaze, filled with admiration, met mine as she whispered, "How are you so perfect? Your flawless skin and sculpted muscles seemed chiseled like a masterpiece from Michelangelo himself."

She moves down my torso, tracing my hip muscles and running a finger along one side and the other.

Ana begins to hesitate. An uncertainty crosses her face, and a bright redness fills her cheeks. Her uncertainty gave way to a bold move as both her hands ran down my thighs. In an unexpected yet deliberate motion, she gracefully dropped to her knees, and silently, she ran a finger down my shaft, which wasn't fully erect yet.

She looks up at me, taking me into her hands, and says, "I don't know how, but I know I want to try; teach me, Gabriel," and she kisses the head. Her lips on my cock cause a spontaneous reaction, and I am fully hard, and her lips are softly grazing my head.

"Please, Gabriel, teach me."

I am more than happy to oblige, I tell Ana.
"Okay, my love, give me your finger." I lean down, taking her finger into my mouth. I suck it softly first with my teeth and whisper, "Try to avoid this; instead, wrap your lips over your teeth." I proceed to demonstrate slowly.

The look in her eyes is so incredibly innocent as she wraps both of her hands around me and begins to suck the head of my cock, and it is so erotic to watch her pristine mouth suck me. I grab the back of her head and encourage her to go further, and she follows my instructions and takes me deeper. Her mouth is warm as I run my hand in her hair gently, tangle my finger between the stands of her hair, and start moving her head on and almost off my cock; the sensation is pure bliss. "Ana, that feels phenomenal, my love."

Her eyes light up, and I see she's now a bit more confident, her mouth perfectly sucking while her tongue teasingly runs around my head. "God, Ana, that's exquisite." I moan in pleasure as her lips make soft smacking and sucking sounds; she begins to work my shaft with her hands faster. The entire time, her emerald eyes never left mine.

I scooped her into my arms, kissing her softly. "You, my love, are a swift learner." She smiled with a proud, slight smirk, and it was adorable. It was just her and me, and it couldn't have been more perfect.

I carried her to the bed and positioned myself so I could rest against the backboard, Ana still cradled in my arms.
I held her, and we talked about a little bit of everything under the sun, enjoying each other's company. She admired her ring and talked about its beauty, but when I kissed her body and told her nothing in the world would ever be close to her beauty, she looked at me intensely and took a deep breath, and then she asked me if I would make love to her.

The words slipping off her full, perfect lips caused an instant reaction that pressed hard against her, a look of worried surprise on her face.

I asked her if she was sure she didn't want to wait until we were married.

She said, "No, I want you, Gabriel. I don't want to wait."

She took my hand and led it between her legs so I could feel how badly she wanted me; her entire sex was wet. I watched a wanting look cross her perfect face. She said, "See, I don't want to wait."

I tried to gain control over the flood of lust washing over me. I thought about how I had to make this perfect for her, but the thought of forcing myself inside her crossed my mind. I felt a wave of anger at myself for thinking anything like that. I laid her on the bed and began to kiss her; she pulled at me to get on top of her.

"My sweet, beautiful Ana, I want to do this slowly, without rushing anything. I couldn't live with myself if I hurt you."
She nodded and touched my face, running her fingertip over my lip.

I took her hand and kissed it, working my way up to her neck and focusing on the spot that made her moan, and she didn't disappoint. Soft, sweet moans run across her lips and straight into my ears, leaving a burning trail of fiery passion along the way. I could listen to her moan like this for eternity.

She's running her hand up my side; each touch intensifies my kisses until I meet her mouth again and get lost in passion between us. I move from her mouth and kiss down her body, giving each breast and nipple detailed attention, only bringing about more moans while watching her. I suckle her breasts, deeply sucking, and finish off with her nipples in a forceful but pleasurable way, sucking them both into hard little gems.

I continue down her stomach, making sure I don't miss an inch until my mouth finds her sweet wetness. I've experienced many women in my existence, but none brought me to the edge of insanity with the world of flavor like my Ana; my taste buds relish the sweet essence, a blend of delicate tastes reminiscent of a sun-kissed orchard. As I gently explore the juiciness with each lick, I want more. I work harder, so I feel her juices flowing; the experience is meant to be savored with simple appreciation. I work my tongue, and her moans are increasing.

Her hips press into my face firmly and beg me to punish her clitoral area with my tongue, so I work it feverishly up and down until her clit is throbbing, and she's arching her back, moaning deep, and lustfully escaping her. She's locking her fingers into my hair, ensuring my mouth doesn't leave her. As I feel her getting closer, I run my finger over her vagina. When she's reaching her peak, begging me not to stop, I push my finger inside her. She's incredibly tight but very wet; she hisses as I push my finger all the way inside her.

She calls my name in shock and pleasure. She told me it stung and apologized. I explained that I had to push past her hymen that blocked her vagina, and hers was thick. I pull my finger out from her and lick the blood on my fingertip, and I move my mouth back to her, sticking my tongue inside her, tasting her blood. Her blood is so sweet I feel frenzied for a moment, and I begin working my tongue in and out of her tight vagina. She is looking at me, watching my every move. She's so lovely and so pure that I don't want this taste ever to leave my mouth.

I continue to penetrate her with my tongue, then move it to her clit, using this opportunity to bring her to orgasm again. She's very responsive, her small clit throbbing on my tongue, her body rushing blood to engorge it for maximum stimulation. I am confident I have my work cut out for me as I work against the tightness to get two fingers inside her; she is ridiculously tight.

I am beyond hard now; my cock throbs like her clit. And my thoughts keep turning to force myself. I side her, but soon I have both my fingers inside her wet tightness, and I work her with my tongue and slowly begin to work my fingers in and out of her. She whimpers and moans as I increase my speed, working both fingers in and out now with slightly more force until her whimpering becomes grunts, and she gasps her hands, shoving my head between her legs forcefully now.

I am fucking her with my fingers now at a steady, unrelenting pace and pressure until she orgasms all over my face, and this time, I work a third finger inside her. She cries out in pain. I now have my three middle fingers in her, pumping my fingers in and out of her. I'm looking into her eyes as I fuck her with my fingers, hoping to loosen her enough to fit me. I reassure her, but I don't stop; I don't know if I could stop myself now. Her face was an exquisite mix of pure pleasure and a bit of pain. I asked her to reassure me that she wanted to continue and to reassure myself that I was not forcing her.

Then she comes again hard and gasps, "Yes, Gabriel, oh God, yes! Please don't stop!"

Her words send me past any point of reasoning.
I move on top of her, my cock against her. The warmth and wetness made me eager to be inside her. I kiss her neck and grab her breast. Her moans are more profound, and her breaths are sharp and fast. Her heart is racing, but looking into her eyes, she's telling me, "Yes, Gabriel! Yes!"
I push my cock against her, and for a moment, there is absolutely no give. My girth is too enormous for her tightness. I am bracing myself, praying I don't hurt her, and I try pushing again; she's like a vice around the tip of my cocks head. I see the pain on her face, and she sees my worried look and tells me, "Don't you stop, Gabriel, don't you dare stop...take me!"

This was too much. I try desperately not to bury my cock deep inside her, and the love and passion flowing from her eyes keep me focused enough to control myself. I move ever so gently in her and the world-stopping intensity of her eyes as I push my head through her virginity. She cries out in pain, and then she is holding her breath to silence her pain. And I work an inch or two of my cock into her. She cries out loudly in pain now, tears flowing from her eyes, and yet still, she begs me not to stop. I do, however, momentarily stop and allow her time to adjust to my size.

I kiss her deeply and ever-so-gently. Moving in and out, each stroke is a test of my willpower to keep from forcing myself entirely inside her; the grip she has on my cock is enough to make me explode, but I have so much more pleasure to give her. I won't stop with pain and tears; I will bring her pleasure.
"I love you, Ana; I am so sorry."

She looks at me and breathlessly says, "I'm not. I love you so much, Gabriel. Please don't stop. I want you. I want all of you." As she tries to hide the truth of the pain and her tears from me, I kiss her, whispering my love for her, and slowly continue moving cautiously. She is so tight, I fear I might rip her, and I can't. I will not hurt her, but then it comes to me: I bite my finger with a fang and offer her my finger. "This will heal you if I hurt you too badly. I'm afraid I'm going to rip you."

I can't. No, I won't hurt you." She sucks my finger and looks up at me, erotically closing her eyes and sucking. She looks like an angel. She's so beautiful and perfect, and amazement washes through my body, and I think she loves me; this angel fallen from the heavens loves someone like me. Her sounds of pain turn slowly into wanting moans. I push a little bit more inside her; the pleasure is indescribable.

I begin to work myself in and out of her gently and slowly. Her breathing is ragged, and her moaning is more of a cry, and the image of her is more than I can handle, but as I go to move off her, she wraps her legs around me, protesting my thoughts of stopping.

"No, please, Gabriel, I want this so badly; I love you."

I kiss her neck and suckle her breast while I continue to work my cock in and out of her, and I feel her flood with wetness, and I hadn't even noticed her breaths hitching and her eyes closed. Biting her bottom lip, she comes on me, and I'm stunned at the force with which her tiny body spasms under me. Her moans are now in full volume, repeating my name repeatedly.

I am lost in the beauty of her orgasm until I feel her small hips pushing against mine. I meet her mouth, whispering my love for her, and I push the rest of my cock deeply inside her, and now she only screams in pleasure, and I know my blood is working in her, coursing inside her. So I let loose and began to pump in and out of her over and over, watching every expression that crossed her face and her moans increasing in intensity. She's meeting my hips with hers, and she's so wet now. She's tightly wrapped around my cock, her legs locked around my body. I feel her body preparing to orgasm, and as she climaxes, I let myself climax with her. My moans were deep and primal as I emptied myself deep inside her. She is peaking with me, and it feels like I'm floating; she's crying but not from pain now. The look of sheer pleasure across my Ana's face is the sheer embodiment of satisfaction.

I'm careful not to hurt her as I hold her tightly against me and flip us, laying her on me. She's limp, and I brush the hair from her face. I stroke her hair softly until I hear her breath slow and feel her body completely relax, and she's asleep on my chest. I lay awake listening to her breathing, and then a horrific thought came across my mind. One day, I'll be there when she takes her last breath. I push that thought out of my head and tell myself that until that day, I will never think about that thought again. I will live every day full of joy to have her with me.

I wake just as the sun is peaking up behind the distant mountains; my Ana is sound asleep on my chest. The crimson strands of her hair flowed over my bare chest, adorning and turning my chest into beautiful flow of fiery color. Her tightness still wrapped firmly around my cock, and at this realization, I quickly became hard. I watched as she woke from the discomfort of her vagina stretching. She looked up at me, surprised to find me still inside her.

I whisper, "Good morning, my love."

She adjusts herself with both legs on either side of my torso. She smiles at me wickedly and leans in for a kiss carefully, and I meet her mouth. I feel her wetness build, and I adjust my hips, moving slowly under her. Her striking, beautiful face registered a brief surprise at the increase in size with the shift in her position. Still, her gaze met mine, causing momentary discomfort. With determination in her eyes, she persisted and tried to find a comfortable spot on top of me despite her small body.

A brief flicker of intense pain crossed her face, revealing the temporary struggle posed by the size disparity, adding a touch of frustration to the moment.

Then she said, "Gabriel, I don't think I'll be mounting you and riding you like my stallions anytime soon."

She playfully said this, but I could see the disappointment on her face.

"My sweet Ana, this is more than I thought possible. In all honesty, you are so incredibly tight, but with"

She cuts me off and says, "In time with practice, I'll be riding you with all the grace of a skilled equestrian."

I smile at her and give her a, oh, really sort of smile, and a passionate gleam shines in her eyes. She leans to my ear and whispers, "Gabriel, imagine the anticipation of our connection, much like guiding a horse into a slow, sensual walk. My leg caresses will be tender initially, with my thigh muscles only slightly pressing into your sides. As I continue, my legs tighten, coaxing you into a rhythmic hip-thrusting trot. Our movements will become one. I'll keep that pace long enough to tease you, making you want to break free into a full cantor, plunging in and out of me faster and faster. Now imagine my legs becoming assertive and purposeful, creating no other option but to obey my commands. Each moment will feel like a heartbeat, quickening with desire, and then maybe I'll allow you to run free and surrender to the wild. It will be a full gallop, a fast and forceful thrust. My legs are strong and insistent as I take you deep inside me. I allow you the freedom to lose control, but only under the guidance of my hips and thighs."

Her words, so erotic and so utterly unlike the innocent, sweet girl I know, send a wild heat through my body, and I feel an instant, animalistic need to resist her dominance to take control. I realize I can for now, but soon she will control me. She will break me.

With motions quicker than she can register, I am on top of her, my finger bloody against her lips, but she doesn't open her mouth to suck; instead, she says, "I want to feel the pain and the pleasure; heal me afterward."

The look in her eyes is furious, and she looks at me again, so much out of character, but yet so very stubborn like my Ana, and says, "Fuck me, Gabriel!"

I was actually stunned, but my cock was not intimidated, and I felt myself grow. She moaned in pleasure. I was moving in and out of her, careful not to penetrate her with my full length. She looks at me with wildness in her eyes, encouraging me to continue to penetrate all of her, and she's even locking her legs around my body to force me entirely into her. Knowing better but wanting to please, I push into her slightly. She gasps, then moans, alluring and savage, her eyes locked on mine. I pick up my pace, and she bucks against me. I feel her squirt warmly as it makes its way out with my thrusting motion. She loosens with this release, and I push into her more; she screams in pleasure, locking her arms around my neck and her legs enclosing my body; she's entirely off the bed, attached to me as if we're sewn together.
The look on her face is sheer ecstasy from the whirlwind of passion; simultaneously, she's ravished by pleasure and punished by pain. The two intense forces merged, creating a battle between her mind and body.

Holding onto me now, her small body demanding more, I give in, and I let go. In a split second, I have her pressed against the wall, hoping this position allows me better control over my forceful thrusts, pumping my cock up into her; the wetness flows down my legs, and I can smell fresh blood, and I'm lost now. The aroma of blood ignites my Upir nature with an overwhelming surge of passion and desire. It's a feral desire that commands my attention. A growl rumbles in my chest, bestial and primordial.

I kiss her neck and try my hardest not to tear her apart completely. She begs for more, and I let go, sinking all of myself up into her, and she sinks her fingernails into my back. Her screams flood my ears; pleasure and pain are mixed in a raw and untamed way, creating a wild and instinctual experience that cascades through my body and commands me to ravish her. I run my fang across my tongue and press my mouth against hers, kissing her, my blood mixing in our mouths, and she looks at me and says, "Fine, have it your way! Now take me, and don't hold anything back, Gabriel!"

I do as she commands, and I feverishly pump my cock into her until my hips grind with hers. I release my demon, and her eyes are burning wildly. Both of us moan, grunting, her nails deeper into my back, bringing blood, and she leans in and bites my neck.

I growl, "Is this an invitation, my love?"

She breathlessly yells, "Yes!"

And she pulls her hair from her neck. I sink my fangs into her neck and taste her intoxicating blood. I drink extremely cautiously with much control and gentleness, but as my mouth remains in control, my hips rhythmically pound her over and over with all nine inches of my hard-pulsating cock.

I move my mouth back to hers, not wanting to drink too deeply from her. She's frantically working her body in unison with mine. She loudly moans my name over and over again.

"Yes, Gabriel God, yes, this is what I wanted! Fuck me harder!"

With each thrust, feeling the wetness, smelling the blood, I release wave after wave of my seed deep inside her. I hear and feel her orgasm as I fill her completely, but I don't stop. I continue to ravage her over and over as I feed her drops of my blood with each kiss.

She is still bleeding; her newly deflowered vagina is stretched to its capacity with each thrust causing it to bleed from the force, but my blood keeps her from feeling pain and slowly healing her, so I savagely fuck her, my primal instincts taking over. I want to see that overwhelming pleasure on her face again. I need to feel her tighten on my cock, and it doesn't take long until her body shudders, her sensual moans fade into soft whimpers, and she is limp in my arms. I move her to the bed, and I pull out from her and softly kiss every inch of her body, inspecting her to make sure she isn't torn up too severely. And my blood has indeed been working; she is torn but healing quickly. I lay on the bed beside her, and she rolled towards me.

"Gabriel, That was so much more than I ever dreamed of. I honestly cannot find words to describe everything. For once, I'm speechless! Will it always be like this?"

"Yes, Ana, I will please you like this forever. I will bring you to new heights and pleasures you never could have imagined possible, and I am certain you, my wild, untamed minx, will definitely be the end of me. I am stunned at the absolute enthusiasm and lust you have. It only fuels my desire and passion."

We lay together, her in my arms; she looked at me intensely.

"How are you so beautiful, Gabriel? I mean, absolutely everything about you is perfection. I had a vision last night when I took your blood. I saw you as you are now, but you were with a lovely, dark-skinned woman. I knew your thoughts, and they were so removed from the moment. I saw you taking her forcefully, but there was nothing but emptiness in your eyes. For me, the depth of affection in your eyes is unmistakable. It was filled with love and desire the entire time you made love to me, and even when you took me with savage passion, your eyes revealed pure love for me, and I could see that because of the vision of that woman. With her, you had nothing in your eyes. Your thoughts were about finding release and nothing more. Gabriel, have you never felt anything for another woman?"

"I'm so sorry, Ana; that was the vision you received."

"I'm not. It brought about a sense of pure raw emotion in me and only reinforced my feelings of love and desire for you, and it showed me you feel the same."

She strokes my face and kisses my lips.

"When I told you that you were the only person I'd ever loved, I meant it. Not in 590 years has a feeling of pure radiant joy and happiness filled me. The first time we spoke in the clinic, something happened, and it has only intensified. I was helpless; there wasn't anything I could do to control my feelings or my actions, no matter how hard I tried. Ana, I would never have been so bold and forward with a proper young lady like yourself, but I was helpless over my actions. I felt I'd begin to crumble and turn to sand if I didn't tell you and show you how I felt. Since telling you I love you, each act of love and affection I give you strengthens and changes me. I have no idea what is happening, but it's magical and the most powerful and wonderful feeling I have ever felt. I love you, Ana; down to the intricate pieces I am made of, each part is yours."

Since that day, the past few weeks have been an absolute whirlwind – hectic yet filled with endless fun and nonstop excitement. As people arrived for Ana and my wedding, the Bauchman's home transformed into a lively hub, echoing with laughter and friendly conversations.

It's truly remarkable to witness the determination of women once they set their minds to something. In less than two weeks, Ana, Dove, Alma, and many amazing cousins orchestrated a magical event. Every detail was meticulously planned, every task flawlessly completed—our wedding dreams are now a vibrant reality, and the anticipation is nothing short of thrilling. The atmosphere is fulfilling, exciting, and wonderfully uncomplicated.

My Ana has perfected her riding skills, and as I thought, I am at her mercy. I've watched as the once innocent young girl has blossomed into a stunning, confident, and beguiling woman, exuding a captivating aura. Her transformation is not only in appearance but also in demeanor, now radiating a self-assured confidence that adds to her allure. Along with this, she's developed an incredible appetite for sex. She wants me inside her every night, and if she has her way every morning, I am pleased with her sexual desire because it matches mine. The two of us lose ourselves in each other every time we make love.

Softly and slowly, sometimes just to tease her, it drives her mad, but it's something she submits to. When she lets go during these tender, passionate moments, it's when I've made her experience an orgasm that leaves her unable to speak, gasping for air, and ripping at the sheets or my back. I don't get my way often because she likes intense and forceful sex. She loves riding me, and I love nothing more than to watch her radiant face and flowing red hair as her thighs use muscles that are so much stronger than I'd ever imagine; she loves me to intertwine our hands and fingers, and she rides me, her breasts bouncing, and only when she reaches orgasm does she give up control—still, my Ana orgasms often, which is a wondrous thing to witness. But the frustration of giving up control shows as her body betrays her, and she begins to tremble and shake throughout her entire body. I wait for the sign that it's about to happen. I know her telltale signs when she bites her lip and clamps around my cock. I prepare, and as she melts into my body, I can take her any way I choose, but I am usually on top of her, so I can watch her exquisite face as she climaxes. We repeat this until I cannot hold back, and I fill her deeply. I love to have her fall asleep on me while I'm still deep inside her. I know now that I'd do anything she asked of me.

She bled for three days during her cycle, and anytime I had the chance, my mouth was on her, sucking and licking her clean. A house full of people, and I smell her coming towards me in her father's den. I grab her, pull her into the closet, lift her skirt, and lose myself in her, bringing her many orgasms in the process. She loves being reckless, and the thought of getting caught fuels her; this proves true one evening while I'm looking for her. I know she just finished riding Winter, so I go to the stables and find her completely nude except for her tall black riding boots in one of the hay stalls.

A trickle of her blood runs down her leg. She has her hair down and wild. It matches the look in her eyes, and she's perfected my smirk. I am on my knees, licking the blood from her working up her thigh, and she surprises me by pushing me down, and she crawls on top of me, but it's not my cock she's after like I was expecting. She moves timidly, now a bit unsure, and I see she wants to bring her hips to my face, and I growl deeply, gratefully grabbing her ass and slamming her on my face.
She is shy at first, but soon she rides my face, just like she rides my cock. My tongue plays over and over on her clit as I drink in her blood.
This memory is one of my favorites and has burned into my mind. I remember the taste of her blood mixed with her wetness. I remember her thigh muscles clinching my head, and I remember how she begged and pleaded for me to stop after the third time I worked her clit to orgasm.

"Please, Gabriel, it's too sensitive now; you have to stop, please."

Each time she climaxes again, and with each orgasm, blood fills my mouth. The pressure builds inside my throbbing cock. She sees that I am stroking myself frantically and why I don't want her to stop, and she begins to grind herself into my face, and she says, "Gabriel, make me cum now!"

Her words are intense and forceful, and who am I to deny her? With one hand stroking myself harder and faster and the other squeezing her ass, I work her clit mercilessly and relentlessly until she's screaming my name, and we come together. She is weak, and her body is shaking, but she stands, smiles at me wickedly, runs her finger through the mess I had made, and sucks her finger clean, then says, "You're a mess, sir, so naughty making a mess like that."

And I collapse and realize I have a Goddess standing before me.

Amidst the enchanting late summer of 1886, beneath the blossoming Magnolia trees and vibrant Crape Myrtles of North Carolina, Ana and I exchanged vows, marking the poignant beginning of our shared journey. Every wedding detail seemed straight from a child's fairy tale.

The ranch welcomed guests with a gentle breeze carrying the sweet scent of blooming flowers. Delicate lace and ribbons adorned the ceremony site, creating a picturesque setting that mirrored the beauty of our love. As our friends and family gathered, anticipation filled the air.

Ana, a vision of ethereal beauty, came into view from the house. Her ivory gown, of silk and lace, curving elegantly to her silhouette, took my breath away. Charles, the proud father, walked her down the aisle. With a bouquet of white roses and wildflowers, she makes her way to me. John accepted my request to be my best man, standing by my side. Dove, a radiant beauty, graced the ceremony as the maid of honor. Just before we exchanged vows, May recited a Navajo blessing for marriage, highlighting the depth of our connections. At the same time, Dove translated it for everyone else.

"Ayóó anííníshní, be'ek'į́ da ajiné níłtł'aígo, dóó da doo yá át'éédgo. Ayóó aanííníshnígo doo hajiin, ayóó shash yéé saad, t'áá hwííłt'áád dóó áko t'áá hwííłt'áád yiłts'ád, dóó ha'át'íísh níłtsaago shí nihí dínííł."

"My mother says: love blooms in the stars and will shine upon the two of you for eternity. The ancestors bless your love, and all smile with happiness in their hearts."

At the altar, overwhelmed with emotion, I awaited my bride. My heart swelled with love and anticipation as Ana slowly approached. Her crimson hair was intricately woven and adorned with tiny ivory flowers. Every step she took made me feel whole. Each glance we shared was powerful and enchanting. There was something magnificently magical here. My breath caught in my throat, and emotions flooded my heart. Her eyes met mine, and time stood still. The enormity of the moment struck me, and tears of sheer joy filled my eyes. I never could have imagined that I'd experience a moment like this. For the first time, I felt the presence of something profound growing as she walked closer.

Amid the blossoms, Ana and I exchanged heartfelt vows.
(Gabriel) "Ana, in your love, I have found the missing piece of my soul. From the moment our paths crossed, my heart found its home. Today, surrounded by the beauty of this moment, I stand before you, ready to embark on a lifetime of love and adventure. I promise to cherish and honor you, to be your partner in all things, and to support you in your dreams. I vow to share laughter in times of joy and to hold you close in times of sorrow. With all my love, I pledge my heart to you, not for now, not for tomorrow, but for all eternity."

(Ana) "Gabriel, in you, I have found pure love and happiness and something so magical. Today, I chose you as my husband and my best friend. I promise to stand by your side through all the twists and turns of life as we journey toward adventure and exploration of our lives hand in hand. I vow to appreciate the uniqueness that is you, that beautiful heart inside you, and your soul. To love you unconditionally for my life. With gratitude and love, I commit to building a life full of shared dreams and lasting memories."

Her words about me having a soul struck me like lightning, and I felt it. I felt the connection May spoke of, and it left me in awe. The exchange of rings became an emotional experience as I slipped her mother's wedding band on her finger, which Charles handed me several nights after our engagement. I spoke of the love her father and mother had and how we'd continue to let that love flow through us—a promise sealed with a passionate kiss. The rings, symbols of our commitment, and the kiss sealed the promise of our unbridled passion.

The reception unfolded in a lively tent adorned with lanterns and candles, resembling a starry night. Laughter echoed as our guests enjoyed a feast, a celebration of culinary delights. The tables were decorated with vibrant floral arrangements, and the air was filled with the clinking of glasses and the sounds of happiness, creating an atmosphere of joyous indulgence.

We announced our plans for a New Orleans honeymoon, which Ana, May, and I discussed. A week or two later, she'll join us with John and Dove to consult a famous Voodoo priestess who was said to be knowledgeable about all magic and would hopefully be able to shed light on our soul's bond.
As the night continued in a swirl of music and joy, Ana and I embarked on our journey as a married couple. We danced, and as I twirled her around to beautiful music, her smiles and laughter lit up the night. The string trio was astounding, making for the perfect atmosphere. Under the North Carolina night sky, the blossoming trees created a romantic canopy as I stood, captivated not only by the enchanting surroundings but also by the presence of my new bride, Ana. The late summer warmth embraced us, and a gentle breeze carried the sweet fragrance of flowers, setting the stage for the beginning of our shared life.

In the quiet beauty of the night, I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement, my heart resonating with the promise of a new beginning.

In the moonlight and the starlit sky in North Carolina, Ana and I, now united in marriage, found ourselves wrapped in the joyous energy of our wedding guests. Laughter and music filled the air as friends and family continued to dance alongside us, their celebration intertwining with our own, the celebration lasting late into the night until, one by one, it was just Ana and me.

Taking her into my arms, the night unfolded, a quiet spectacle with brightly twinkling stars dotting the velvety darkness. A mild breeze carried the cool, sweet essence of the night air. We talked about New Orleans's mysterious allure. The city exudes an enigmatic charm, its streets laden with undiscovered wonders. Ana and I will soon participate in a tale yet to be written. The anticipation of what lies ahead, the thrill of the unknown, is a magnetic force drawing us into an adventure, a journey that will shed light on our shared bond.

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