Hi everyone!  This story is a continuation of the theme that I started in
"The Rewards of Jealousy."  Nick is up to his old wicked tricks and Nat is
loving every minute of it!  Although it would probably be helpful to read
'Rewards' first, as it sets the tone for this one, I believe that this story
should stand on it's own.  If you haven't, and would like to read 'Rewards',
just send me a request, along with an honest age statement, and I'll send
you a copy.

Unlike "Forever In My Heart," this is NOT a romantic tale; and should
probably be categorized as erotica.  This is an Adult story and it contains
graphic descriptions of sexual acts (m/f, N/N).  It is not for the faint of
heart, and it is definitely not for anyone who doesn't like a darker, more
aggressive Nick.  If you find any of this offensive or distasteful, read no
further!

The usual disclaimers apply: Nick, Nat, & Co. do not belong to me, but to
James Parriott, Sony/Tristar, etc.  My thanks to TPTB for their use.  I
don't make any money from writing this stuff, no copyright infringement is
intended ... yadda, yadda, yadda.

Permission to archive is given to:  the DarkNN web site, www.fkfanfic.com, 
the ftp site, and JADFE.  All others, please ask.

Many, many thanks (again!) to my wonderful beta readers:  Debi McKee, Lea
Condren, and Heather-Anne Gillis.  You ladies are the best!

Comments, critiques, or virtual rotten fruit may be sent to:
fbrady@interhop.net

Flames will be deprived of oxygen and left to die!



Morgue Madness
{Part 2 of my 'Embrace the Darkness' Series}
By: C. Brady -- written in April/May, 1999.

Part 1/3

Natalie pushed her chair away from the computer screen with a sigh.  It was
no good, she just couldn't concentrate.  No matter how hard she tried, she
was unable to keep her mind on her work this evening.

She had returned from the lab with test results on a DNA work-up about half
an hour ago.  Since that time, she had been diligently trying to input the
data into the computer so she could complete her report.  Unfortunately, her
mind kept wandering.  Wandering to a certain blond detective who seemed to
be occupying her thoughts more and more with every passing day.

Nat knew she couldn't stop herself from daydreaming about Nick; they
were lovers now and had been for the past three weeks.  In fact, their
appetite for each other was voracious.  Nick was thoroughly enjoying the
fact that he could finally have a very 'human' relationship with the woman
he loved.  At any time and at any place, he would seek her out and their
mutual hunger would assert itself.  In the past 21 days, they had enjoyed
each other both at her apartment and his loft.  On one unforgettable
occasion, they had made love with unrestrained delight and wild abandon on
the back seat of the Caddy.  They had gone for a romantic, moonlight drive
in the country, and he had pulled onto a rutted dirt side road and reached
for her. The sudden urgency of it, along with the added thrill of possible
discovery, made for a very *intense* experience.  Then, three nights ago, he
had surprised her in the shower.  Ever since the night they had first made
love, just a little over three weeks ago, Nick couldn't seem to get enough
of her.  She remembered every detail of that night; her memory could play
back every delicious moment.  Nick, blinded by jealousy over her being with
an old boyfriend, had arrived at her apartment to confess his love and
finally claim her body and her blood.  It had ended up being the happiest
night of her life, and the most erotic.

All of which led up to tonight's events.  Nick and Tracy had arrived at the
morgue looking for the DNA profile that she was currently working on.  When
Tracy and Grace went to check on the progress at the lab, Nick stayed behind
with her.  The other two had barely left the room when he began to advance
on her, a wolfish grin spreading slowly across his handsome face.

Nat could feel his arousal through the bond that connected them -- the union
that formed when Nick had bitten her and tasted her blood for the first
time.  This bond grew stronger every time they made love, with each
subsequent bite.

Natalie knew that Nick controlled just how much information came to her; he
worried that all the images and signals that traveled between them might
overwhelm her.  How easy it would be to become lost in them.  This new sixth
sense was a fascinating and rather frightening experience.  She now
understood how the women who had fallen victim to Nick's hypnotic charm in
the past would have become so addicted to him and his lovemaking.  She
understood the dangerous obsession, the almost overwhelming urge to
encourage him to keep drinking, to hold on to that erotic sensation -- to
die in his arms.

Nick pulled Natalie into his embrace and, without preamble, kissed her with
open-mouthed passion.  His tongue plunged into the honeyed sweetness of her
mouth.  Her tongue began an erotic duel with his and then ran over and
around his fangs when she felt them drop.  Nick's breathing became erratic.
Reaching down, he cupped her backside in his hands and lifted her up against
him.

Walking over to the wall, he braced Natalie's back against it, pulled her
legs up and around his waist, and began to pump his hardened manhood against
her trouser-covered mound. ' 'Dry humping' was what we used to call this in
school,' Natalie thought absently, feeling her panties quickly become
wet in response to what Nick was doing to her.  The fact that she could
almost 'hear' his thoughts, and knew what he was feeling as he moved against
her, heightened her desire.

Nick pulled his lips away from Nat's swollen ones and began to run his
tongue gently along her jaw and then more firmly down her neck.  As her
arousal intensified, her blood began its siren song to the vampire within
him, and his eyes began to burn with amber fire.  He licked up and down the
vein that was throbbing with her excitement, pushing his tongue into it,
finding and kissing the marks over the wounds he had put there only three
nights ago. Nick's thoughts raced across their bond and burned themselves
into Natalie's consciousness.  He wanted to be inside her.  He wanted to rip
her pants off and impale her on his rock-hard cock, right here, right now.
He wanted to hold her bare ass in his hands as he pumped into her, as he
drove his fangs into her neck and tasted her orgasm in her blood.  He
couldn't get enough of her.

Natalie knew that the beast was very close to taking over completely, and
reluctantly, she also knew that this was neither the time nor the place for
fevered lovemaking.

"Nick, we have to stop now," Natalie said gently.  "Tracy and Grace will be
back at any moment and I don't feel like giving them a free show.  Not to
mention the shock of their lives."

Nick dropped his forehead onto the cool tile beside Nat's head.  She knew
that he was struggling to get his beast under control again, to somehow cool
the fire that raged within him.  She understood so much better now about the
battle that he fought on a night-to-night basis.  Now that she knew of the
terrible seduction, the dark force that the vampire represented, Nick's
inner strength amazed her.  It would be *so* easy to fall prey to the heady
power of the beast.  She admired Nick's ability to contain it.

Nick set her on her feet once again.  He took two steps back from her, and
she could see golden flecks still sparkling in his eyes as he looked at her.
He grinned wickedly, the tips of his fangs still exposed.

"This isn't finished, Nat," he purred at her, his normally deep, melodic
voice roughened by lust.  "I can hear Tracy and Grace coming down the hall.
That's the only reason I'm letting you get away so easily.  But we *will*
see this through to its inevitable conclusion very, very soon ... I promise
you."

Natalie was grateful for the support that the wall behind her gave.  Her
knees felt very shaky, both from the aftershocks of their unfulfilled
encounter and from the sheer seductiveness of his softly-spoken words.

At that moment, Grace and Tracy walked through the door, deep in
discussion about a newly released romantic comedy that both had recently
seen.

Grace took one look at Nat's disheveled clothing and flushed features and
knew that they had almost walked in on something *very* interesting.  The
normally unflappable Dr. Lambert was looking very flustered.  It was just
too bad she and Tracy hadn't arrived a few minutes sooner.  It would have
been very entertaining to see them try to keep up the "just good friends"
pretense that they were both so fond of.

Nat could tell by the look on Grace's face that she had a pretty fair idea
of what had just taken place between her and Nick.  Putting on her best
professional face, she quickly gathered her composure and asked:  "What did
you find out at the lab, Grace?  How close is the test to completion?"
Natalie was proud of the fact that there wasn't a trace of breathlessness in
her voice.  She was grateful to the benevolent God that protected drunks,
little children, and lovesick coroners.

Grace knew better than to ask any probing questions of her boss in front of
the two fair-haired detectives, so she settled with giving Natalie a knowing
grin and answered her inquiry.  "Won't be ready for another hour, minimum.
Two hours at the most."  Having said that, Grace bid the two officers a
quick good-bye.  She then left to finish some paperwork of her own.

Tracy had asked Nick if he was ready to go, and, after giving Nat a sizzling
look that was meant to melt her into her shoes, he and his young partner had
left.

That was two and a half hours ago, and Nat had been unable to get her mind
back on the job.  It had been a slow night as far as new cases went.  There
had been no autopsies to perform, no bodies waiting in the 'cool room'.  The
cool room was a large, refrigerated holding area just off of the autopsy
suite.  It normally stored cadavers awaiting their appointment with the
coroner, but tonight it held only two empty gurneys.

Natalie was grateful for the respite.  In her present state of mind, she had
grave doubts that she would be able to do her job with her customary
thoroughness and efficiency.

Deciding that caffeine was just what she needed to kick-start her
concentration again, Nat stood up from her chair and stretched.  Heading
over to the coffeepot in the back corner of the room, she found one of the
stretchers from the cool room parked haphazardly on the far side of the
autopsy table.  Sitting at the other end of the room, she had been unable to
see it before.

"What the hell?"  Nat mumbled to herself.  She knew it had not been there
earlier.  Nick and Tracy had both been standing on this side of the table
and the gurney had been nowhere in sight.  Was somebody playing tricks on
her?  It often happened on slow nights.  Some of the morgue assistants would
move things around, switch bodies or other such things.  They usually
confined their practical jokes to each other, but perhaps tonight she was
the target for their off-beat sense of humor.  Their timing was terrible,
Nat thought darkly; she was in *no* mood for teasing tonight.

Grumbling to herself, Natalie pushed the gurney over to the holding room,
opened the heavy, reinforced door, switched on the dim light and shoved the
damn thing back where it belonged.  She decided to park it against the far
wall, away from the doorway.

Her task completed, Nat turned to leave.  Suddenly, at that moment, the
light went out, plunging the room into total darkness.  She heard the heavy
metal door bang shut.

Standing in the inky blackness of the cold room, Nat's heart leapt into her
throat as her senses urgently informed her of a very significant fact.

She was not alone.

End Part 1/3

Comments?

C. Brady
fbrady@interhop.net

Morgue Madness
{Part 2 of my 'Embrace the Darkness' Series}
By: C. Brady -- written in April/May, 1999

Part 2/3

Natalie's heart thundered in her ears as gooseflesh rose on her arms.  She
squinted her eyes, straining to make out a form in the darkness.  Her scalp
tightened as fear caused her blood vessels to constrict, giving her the
feeling that her hair was standing on end.  She felt horribly vulnerable and
terribly disoriented in the perfect blackness of the room.  She was
unconsciously holding her breath, listening for any movement that would give
her a clue as to the location of her 'companion'.

Suddenly, she found herself grabbed from behind and pulled back against a
rock-hard body.

"It's about time you came in, Nat."  Nick's voice purred sensually, his
breath teasing her ear and causing her to shiver in response.  "I thought
you were never going to get around to bringing that gurney in here."

"WHAT??"  Natalie sputtered.  "You mean that *you* put it out there?  You
tricked me?"

"I didn't *trick* you, Nat.  I didn't want anyone else to know that I had
returned.  I didn't want there to be any chance of being interrupted like
last time, so I simply arranged for us to have a little privacy.  I knew I
wouldn't be able to talk you into coming in here with me, so I decided to
surprise you.  We have some unfinished business, remember?"  Nick's tongue
traced the delicate inner curve of her ear as his hands grasped her hips and
pulled her back against the very obvious sign of his arousal.

Despite the coldness of the room, Natalie could feel waves of heat coursing
through her body.  Nick always had this effect on her.  Just hearing his
deep, masculine voice whispering in her ear had caused her knees to go weak
and her panties to dampen once again.  She could sense his need for her; it
was throbbing along their connection, intensifying her own desire.

Grasping her shoulders, Nick spun her around to face him.  Natalie gasped as
she saw burning red eyes glowing down at her in the dark.  Nick was growling
softly, low and deep in his chest.  Nat knew that his fangs had dropped and
she could feel, through their bond, his need to bite, his desire to
penetrate the soft flesh of her neck.  The vampire was with her now, its
power enveloping her, seducing her.

Grabbing her lab coat by the lapels, Nick impatiently pulled it down her
arms and flung it across the room.  His hands came forward to undo the
buttons on Natalie's red silk blouse, but there were far too many buttons
and he was much too eager to patiently unfasten them all.  With a soft
tearing sound, Nat's blouse parted and he pushed it off of her shoulders.
With a hungry growl, Nick pulled her forward and ran his fingertips over the
puncture marks on her throat.

"Just a taste, Nat.  Just a little bit to take the edge off of this burning
hunger.  I *need* you,"  Nick moaned in a raw, passion-filled voice.
Leaning down, his breathing fast and ragged, he ran his tongue slowly,
tantalizingly over the delicate skin that covered the throbbing vein.  His
tongue danced along its length, from the junction of her neck and shoulder,
to the ticklish spot behind her ear.  He retraced the route, this time
allowing his fangs to scrape over her skin.  Natalie felt a delightful
clenching in her abdomen as she waited for Nick's first penetration of her
willing body.  His arms tightened around her, and her breath caught in
anticipation.

With a rough growl, he clutched her to him and sank his fangs deeply into
the velvet softness of her neck, re-opening the wounds that he had placed
there three nights ago.  Natalie gasped at the sudden, sharp pain, then
moaned as she felt his lips fasten onto her throat and begin the erotic
suckling.  Nick pulled deeply, drawing her rich, sweet blood into his mouth
and swallowing hungrily, filling himself with her essence.  He reveled in
the feeling of completion that sharing Nat's blood always gave him.

Nick took only a few mouthfuls of the warm ambrosia before he forced
himself to stop and withdrew his fangs from her.  Licking and kissing the
wounds closed, he then moved his lips to hers and kissed her deeply, his
tongue ardently stroking hers.

As Natalie returned Nick's heated kiss, she could taste her own blood on his
lips and tongue.  The coppery, metallic taste didn't repulse her as she
expected it would.  Instead, she could feel the intense pleasure that Nick
felt whenever he drank from her, and it only served to increase her own
passion.

"Nick, please turn the light on.  I want to *see* you," Nat's voice was
husky with her own great need.

Happy to comply, and aided by the vampire's keen eyesight, Nick walked
unerringly to the switch and flicked it on.  The dim light glowed weakly,
softly illuminating the two lovers.

Nat gazed at this man who could turn her knees to jelly with just a look.
He was wearing a blue silk shirt that intensified the color of his eyes, and
tight, tight jeans.  Her common sense told her that they were playing a
dangerous game.  At any minute there could be one or more bodies arrive for
autopsy.  Past experience had taught her that the morgue could go from calm
quiet to bustling activity in the space of a few seconds.  Doing what they
were doing was crazy, sheer madness!  She couldn't deny her own hunger,
however, and she needed to make love with him NOW.

Slowly, sensuously, she peeled the remains of her blouse off her body.
Reaching down, she unzipped her charcoal-gray slacks and gradually inched
them down her shapely legs.  She then stepped out of her pants and stood in
front of him.  She was wearing a beautiful red lace bra and panties along
with her garter belt, stockings and black high-heeled pumps.  Ever since she
and Nick had become lovers, she had started wearing beautiful lingerie all
the time.  Nick's appreciation of the sight before him was evident by the
prominent bulge behind the fly of his jeans.  The sight inflamed Natalie's
desire.

Nick took in the enticing picture before him.  Natalie's breasts were amply
displayed by the lovely bra she was wearing.  It was one of those half-cup
bits of lace and satin that pushed her lovely breasts up and held them like an
offering.  The coldness of the room had caused her nipples to pucker, and
they were peeking impudently through the red lace; his mouth watered with
his need to taste them.  She was wearing a red lace thong that barely
concealed the treasure of her femininity.  Nick could smell her arousal and
knew that she would be hot, wet, and ready for him.  His cock ached with the
need to be buried in her welcoming warmth.

Smiling seductively, Nat approached him.  She ran the palms of her hands up
his rock-hard chest, the pectoral muscles rippling in response to her touch.
Her hands continued their journey across his wide shoulders and down the
strong arms.  Lifting his hands, she planted a kiss in each palm and then
licked from the palm to the wrist of his right hand, causing Nick to hiss
softly.  Releasing his hands, she ran her fingers across the top of the
waistband of his jeans, feeling the muscles of his flat stomach react to her
action.  She pulled the tail of his shirt out of his jeans and slowly began
to unbutton it.  Her task completed, she pushed his shirt off his
shoulders and allowed it to drop to the floor.

Natalie then undid the silver buckle on his black belt and slowly pulled it
free of the belt loops.  Turning her attention to his jeans once more, she
undid the button and unzipped them.  She gently ran her fingernails over
the now exposed flesh of his abdomen, under his bellybutton and just above
the thatch of dark blond pubic hair, sending ripples of sensation through
him. She cupped his scrotum in one warm hand and kneaded gently, sliding
her other hand up and down the hard length of his denim-covered penis.
Hooking her fingers in the belt loops, she tugged his jeans until they fell
around his ankles.

Natalie's eyes grew round when she saw that Nick wore no underwear, none of
any kind.  Her eyes flew to his, a silent question in their sapphire depths.

Nick grinned wickedly as he said,  "The less that I have to take off when
I'm with you, the better."  Reaching down, he pulled off his shoes and socks
and dropped them to the floor.  Straightening up once again, he stepped out
of the jeans gathered around his ankles and kicked them aside; he was now
standing before her totally nude.

Nat's breath caught in her throat as she gazed at this marvelous specimen of
masculinity.  Her eyes traveled from the top of his golden head, over the
broad shoulders, to his wide, heavily-muscled chest with its sprinkling of
glinting flaxen hair.  God, he was *magnificent*.  Her visual journey
continued across his washboard stomach and followed the thin line of dark
blond hair down to the proudly erect penis.  Long, thick, and pulsing with
life, it stood out from his body.  Seeing where her eyes lingered, his hand
moved to his erection and he began lightly stroking himself, teasing her.

"Come to me, Nat," he beckoned.  "I've got something for you."

Her legs barely supporting her, she did as Nick asked.


End Part 2/3

Comments?

C. Brady
fbrady@interhop.net
Please see Part 1 for disclaimers.  Warning: Explicit sex (m/f, N/N)

Many, many thanks once again to Heather-Anne, Lea and Debi for helping me
out with this one, and for all your support and encouragement.

{{{{{{{{{{{H-A, Lea, Debi}}}}}}}}}}}


Morgue Madness
{Part 2 of my 'Embrace the Darkness' Series}
By: C. Brady -- written in April/May, 1999

Part 3/3

Her eyes locked onto his.  Drowning in the azure depths, and drawn by the
sensual promise that they held, Natalie approached Nick.

Nick watched as she walked up to him -- lips slightly parted, her hips
gently swaying, her shimmering auburn hair loose and cascading in rippling
waves down her back.  She was Venus personified, and she was *his*.

Nat walked into Nick's open arms, happily surrendering to their mutual need.
She felt Nick's hands gently slide up her spine until they reached the clasp
of her bra.  Nat barely drew a breath before the bit of red lace was
expertly undone and had sailed over to join the ever-growing pile of
clothing on the floor.

Nick's hands moved to caress her arms, running up and down the length of
them.  He then gently grasped her shoulders and spun her around until her
back was once again resting against the solid wall of his chest.  She felt
his hands at her waist, felt them slip forward to glide sensuously up and
over her ribcage to cup each full breast in his palms.  He kneaded them
gently, pulling and playing with the hardened nipples, rolling them between
his thumb and forefingers.  The erotic attention that Nick was paying to
these sensitive nubs caused Natalie to feel an electric jolt of pleasure.

Nick was enjoying the feeling of Nat's full breasts filling his hands.  The
tight buds of her nipples teased and tickled his palms as he squeezed the
ripe fruits.  He slowly slid one hand down her flat stomach until he reached
the tiny wisp of red lace that covered the core of her femininity.  Pushing
the material aside, he slipped his hand down to cup the wet heat of her.
Finding her hardened clit with his fingers, he rubbed gently, causing Nat to
moan and collapse back against him.  Placing his other hand on her forehead,
he tipped her head back so he could have access to her luscious lips.  He
covered her mouth with his, found the sweet morsel of her tongue, and drew
it deeply into his mouth, sucking gently.  He then plunged his own tongue
into her mouth at the same time as he pushed two fingers into the fiery heat
of her.  He pumped his fingers in and out of her in the same rhythm as he
thrust his tongue within her mouth.  Her hips were bucking wildly against
his hand, and he could feel her abdominal muscles tightening in preparation
for the orgasm that was fast approaching.

Pulling his lips away from hers and growling deeply, his eyes a glowing
amber, Nick grabbed the lace underwear on one side and ripped the filmy
covering off Nat's body.  Bending her forward over the gurney in front of
them, he grasped her hips and pushed himself into her from behind.  Plunging
his aching shaft into her wet cavern, Nick looked down and took great
delight in the decadent picture before him.  Bent over in front of him as
she was, with his hard cock deeply buried in her sweet sheath, and wearing
only her red garter belt, stockings, and heels, Nat looked like every
man's secret fantasy.

Holding her hips tightly, Nick began to move against her, pumping his rod
into her again and again.  That she was enjoying his attention was obvious
by the little mewling noises she was making.  Nat was very vocal when it
came to sex, and he knew from the sounds she was making that she was rapidly
approaching her climax.

Bending over her back, he grasped her swinging breasts in his hands and ran
his fangs over her right shoulder.  He pumped her harder as he relished the
feeling of her vaginal muscles clutching his turgid member so tightly.
Nat's moans increased in volume, and she was pushing back against him,
meeting his every thrust with unreserved enthusiasm.

"Ohhhh, Nick ... please, don't stop!"  Despite the cold, Natalie's back
glistened with a fine sheen of perspiration.  Her movements were becoming
more and more abandoned.

"Yes ... yes ... YESSS ..."

Natalie threw her head back and screamed his name as she came.  The sound
was music to his ears.  Nick increased the urgency of his thrusts as he felt
the muscles of her sheath contract strongly around his shaft.  Giving one
final, hard lunge, he stopped all movement and stood buried in her wet heat,
allowing her to fully savor the final flutterings of her climax.

He kissed and licked his way down her spine and then withdrew from her.
Turning her around to face him, he captured her eyes with his own, letting
her see all of the love and desire that was burning there.  Placing his
hands under the softly-rounded cheeks of her behind, he gently lifted her
and placed her on the edge of the gurney.  Parting her knees, he then slid
his hard prong back into her, making her moan with renewed desire as she
wrapped her legs around his hips.  Pulling her into a tight embrace, he once
again began to thrust his swollen member within her.  He cupped one full
breast reverently in his hand, and then bent down to suck the hard nipple.
He pushed Nat down into a semi-prone position on the gurney, which allowed
him to sink even deeper into her womb.  Nick could feel his own climax
rapidly approaching as he felt his cock touch her cervix.

Snarling with lust, Nick's fangs pierced the pillowy flesh of Natalie's
breast as he gave one last hard push and exploded within her.  Nat cried
out, and he felt her come once again as he savored the taste of her blood.
Closing his eyes in pleasure, he experienced the intensity of her climax as
it mixed with his own.  The depth of her feelings for him surged across
their bond and was alive in her blood.  As always, it filled him with a
wonderful warmth and a feeling of peace unlike anything he had experienced
before in all the years of his dark existence.  He marveled anew at her
unconditional love for him, and at the fact that she loved and welcomed both
the man *and* the vampire with equal fervor.  She was the most incredible
woman he had ever met in nearly eight centuries on this earth, and it would
be far easier for him to walk in the sunshine than to give her up.
Withdrawing his fangs from the sweet flesh of her breast, he lovingly licked
the last few drops of blood from the plump mound.  He hugged her tightly.

Natalie couldn't tell where her orgasm ended and Nick's began.  Thanks to
their blood bond, it was as if she were a part of Nick.  She could feel what
he did, she could sense his thoughts and anticipate his desires.  She could
feel the incredible pleasure that he experienced when the man made love to
her, and the intensity of the bloodlust when the vampire surged forth.  She
also felt the power of his love for her and his total commitment to her.
Nat could not remember a time in her life when she had ever felt so content
... so fulfilled.  Nick represented the other half of her soul; without him
she was incomplete.

The two lovers relaxed with limbs entwined as their breathing slowed to a
normal rate.  Nick remained deeply buried within the velvet warmth of Nat's
body, savoring the closeness and basking in the wonderful afterglow of their
mutual love.  Both felt a contentment and a feeling of peace that had been
missing in their lives just one short month ago.

Natalie suddenly shivered violently.  Their passion spent, reality was now
reasserting itself in a big way.  She remembered that she was almost totally
naked in a refrigerated room, and that Nick's vampire physiology meant that
he had no body heat to share with her.  Reluctantly, it was time to bring
this exciting and rather bizarre interlude to an end.

Shifting on the gurney, she attempted to slide out from underneath him.  She
was amazed when, in reaction to her movement, Nick's semi-flaccid penis
began to twitch and harden within her once again.

"Nick ... we *can't* ..." Natalie started to protest, but he grasped her by
the hips and pulled her down onto his rapidly growing erection, grinding
himself into her, bringing her own hunger roaring back to life.  She gasped
as his hands slid from her hips up to her sensitive breasts.  Gently
pinching her nipples, he then leaned over her and slowly sucked one of the
rock-hard little morsels into his cool mouth, sending ripples of pleasure
through her.  He began thrusting rhythmically within her once again, and she
was lost.  All thoughts of protest flew from her mind as the sheer pleasure
of loving Nick took over.

Grasping Nat's legs behind her knees, Nick gently placed her calves on his
shoulders, opening her completely, and allowing him to sink even deeper
inside her than before.  Nat gasped as she felt Nick's cool, hard length
slide in and touch her very core.  Buried to the hilt, Nick stopped and
slowly rotated his pelvis, creating a friction that stole her breath each
time his cock rubbed against her hyper-sensitized clit.  Unbelievably, Nat
could feel the familiar tightening that heralded the approach of another
orgasm.

Nick also sensed that she was close to another release and began to rapidly
pump himself in and out of her hot valley, giving her what she needed to
find paradise once again.  Changing his angle of penetration to stimulate
her g-spot, he electrified her, making her nearly scream with her pleasure.

Suddenly, they heard Grace's raised voice.  Muffled though it was by the
heavy metal door, her words were still audible.

"Dr. Lambert? ... Natalie?  Are you in here?"

Then ... other voices.

"Where would you like us to put the bodies, ma'am?" came a male voice.

"Just leave them there.  I'll wheel them into the holding room until I can
locate Dr. Lambert," was Grace's reply.

Natalie gasped, knowing that discovery was imminent, but was unable to deny
her body the release it was clamoring for.  She perched on the edge of
the precipice, ready to fall over into heaven once more.  She could no more
stop her body's journey to the inevitable than she could stop the tides.
Nick was holding her tightly and growling low in his throat, pumping into
her fast and hard.  She felt his tongue and fangs at her throat once again,
and that pushed her over the edge.

Her back arched, pulling her body as taut as a bowstring as Natalie
experienced the most intense orgasm yet.  Every nerve in her body seemed to
contract with pleasure.  Her scream of fulfillment was muffled by Nick's
lips, which had hurriedly covered hers at the pinnacle of her pleasure.  His
razor-sharp fangs sliced into her bottom lip, and he hungrily sucked the
blood that welled there.  She felt his cock start to jerk, pumping his cool
semen deep within her womb.  He stifled his own growl of pleasure as best he
could, but the earthy sound still rumbled around the small room.

Giving Nat a fast kiss, Nick hurriedly pulled out of her and went over to
unscrew the light bulb from its socket, plunging them into total darkness
once again.  Standing to one side of the door, he watched as it slowly swung
open and Grace appeared, pushing a gurney.  Flicking the light switch, and
getting no response, she cursed gently and turned to open the door wider to
allow more light from the other room inside.  Nick had moved into the
doorway and stood there, magnificently naked, blond, and powerful.  Grace
gasped loudly when her eyes locked with the glowing amber of his.  Nick was
using all of his skills, concentrating on her heartbeat, capturing her will
and bending it to his own.  He allowed his power to wash over the attendant,
putting her in his thrall.

"Listen to me, Grace, and do as I say," Nick commanded in what Natalie
referred to as his 'vampire voice'.  It was deeper and gruffer than his
normal speaking voice ... and almost impossible to ignore or deny.

"You will go to the storage room to get a new light bulb," Nick continued.
"You will not remember seeing me here, only that you opened the door to this
room and found that the bulb had burned out.  On the way back, you will stop
at your desk for a few minutes to check the paperwork on these new arrivals.
Do you understand?"

"I ... I understand."  Grace stammered, mesmerized.

"Then go,"  Nick commanded, handing her the 'burnt-out' bulb.

Grace, clutching the bulb in one hand, set off on her mission.

Nick turned to Nat and said with a devilish grin, "How quickly can you get
dressed?  I'd say you've got maybe five to ten minutes, tops."

Before he had finished his first sentence, Natalie was rushing around,
gathering her clothing.  Throwing her things back on, she was now almost
totally dressed once more.  She bemoaned the sorry condition of her favorite
red silk blouse, now torn and quite beyond repair.  Nat hoped the fact that
she was now 'blouseless' was adequately hidden by her lab coat, which she
wore completely buttoned.

Nick had also dressed quickly and was looking at Nat with a loving smile
lighting his handsome features as they walked back out into the main autopsy
room.

"Natalie?"  Nick said softly, gently tipping her chin until she was looking
into his eyes.

"Have I told you lately how beautiful you are?"  Nick whispered as he placed
soft kisses across her brow.  "Or how much I love you?  About how empty
these past eight centuries have been, despite the history I've witnessed,
despite the people I've met?  It's been a life devoid of love or tenderness,
of the simple joy of knowing that you are important to someone else.  Do you
have any idea how precious you are to me?"

Natalie smiled, her eyes brimming with the love she felt for this incredible
man.

"I know that, Nick ... and I hope you know that I love you more than I ever
imagined it was possible to love someone.  I can't claim to have been
searching for as long as you have, but nonetheless, I am immensely grateful
to whatever god or fate that was responsible for my being on duty the night
you were brought in here.  From the moment you first sat up on my autopsy
table, I knew that you would be a very important part of my life."

Gazing into each other's eyes, they exchanged a smile filled with warmth and
love.  It was at that moment that Grace reappeared.

"OH!  Detective Knight ... you startled me.  I had no idea you were here.
*There* you are, Natalie!  I've been looking all over for you.  We have some
new customers," Grace stated.

Nat breathed an inner sigh of relief and looked at Nick with quiet
gratitude.  It was evident that his hypnotic suggestion was successful.
Grace obviously had no memory of seeing him, stark naked and with glowing
yellow eyes, in the holding room just ten minutes ago.  Nat shook her head
at her own impulsiveness ... where had the conservative, stoic, professional
gone?  If anyone had suggested one month ago that she would make wild,
passionate love in the refrigerated room of the morgue, she would have
laughed until her sides hurt.  Such impetuousness was for other people, not
for the reserved, dependable, ever-reliable Dr. Natalie Lambert.  However,
when Nick was around and gave her 'that look', all of her common sense flew
away, and her only thoughts were of the love they shared ... and the
pleasure they could give each other.

Grace's voice interrupted her musing.

"Just why *did* you come back, Detective?  And where were you earlier,
Natalie?  I came in here looking for you, but you were nowhere to be found."

"My fault, Grace," Nick answered quickly.  "I came back to see if the
results of that darn DNA test had been completed.  We really need those
results before we can go forward with this case -- so I'm afraid I came back
to put some pressure on Nat.  We had gone to the lab to double check some
things, and I kept her longer than I should have.  My apologies."  Nick gave
Grace his best little-boy smile, and she wasn't immune to its effect.

She smiled back and said, "Well, I hope you got everything you needed."

Nick turned and looked at Nat, a wicked grin on his face.

"Oh yes," he said, giving her a look that went straight to the pit of her
stomach.  "I definitely got everything I needed..."

"For now."


<Finis>


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Hope you enjoyed my steamy little tale.  Part 3 of the series will be coming
in the near future, if RL co-operates.  Many thanks to the people who have
written and asked for more 'Dark Nick', I hope you enjoyed it.

Till next time, your friend in the knight,

C. Brady