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fandom: true blood, het, rating: nc-17

Her Shimmering: True Blood Fic
Author: Bitterfig
Title: Her Shimmering
Fandom: True Blood
Pairing: Maryann/Sam
Summary: So he was naked… and stealing… and the woman who lived in the house was there and she thought he was interesting…
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 995
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Explicit sex with elements of D/s and a hint of dub con. Also Maryann is an adult woman and Sam is a 17 year old boy (it’s canon, it’s not just me being dirty minded).
Author’s Note: This refers directly to events in Season 2 Episode 1 of True Blood.

Her Shimmering

So he was naked… and stealing… and the woman who lived in the house was there and she thought he was interesting…

“I’m Maryann,” the woman said. “What’s your name?”

There was something about her that was off. She seemed so much bigger than him, as though he was still a dog looking up at a towering human being. It was as if she filled the room, pressing too close to him.

“I’m Sam,” he managed to say. His voice sounded high and hollow, like it wasn’t really coming from him. “I didn’t mean any harm, ma’am. I’ll get right out of here, no need to call the police.”

“Tell me, Sam,” the woman, Maryann, said with a smile. “If you came home to find a beautiful, naked woman lying in your bed would you call the police?”

“I haven’t got a home anymore,” Sam blurted out. “My parents left me a couple of months ago. Since then I’ve been living on hand-outs….”

He stopped. Her words sunk in.

There’s a beautiful naked woman lying in your bed… would you call the police?

“Oh…”

Suddenly he realized what she was saying. She was talking about sex. He flushed hot but at the same time felt icy with fear. She was there, so close to him. She put her hand on his stomach, right over his navel. Her fingers were curled up so just the palm was touching his bare skin. Funny, he didn’t feel her hand on his belly. He felt it on his dick. He felt himself getting hard.

“You want to, don’t you?” Maryann whispered, her lips just barely touching his ear. Her breath was warm and it smelled sweet like ripe fruit and smoke. Her hand drifted down, her fingers raking through scant hair on his stomach that grew thicker the lower you went. Sam whimpered. Every instinct was telling him to run but her touch felt so good, he didn’t ever want it to stop.

Maryann laughed, a light breezy laugh.

“Poor thing,” she cooed. “You’ve never done this before, have you?”

“No ma’am,” Sam admitted. “Not with anyone else anyway.”

“You are so adorable. You don’t know what to do, do you?”

“I took a special class at church on abstaining, they told us a little about what not to do...”

“Then I’ll just have to show you, won’t I?”

Her fingers closed around his shaft. She tugged gently, leading him. He followed obediently into the opulent bedroom. She gave him an abrupt, forceful push and he fell heavily onto the pillow-strewn bed.

“You don’t have to do a thing, Sam,” she said. He noticed there was a sort of brisk, businesslike tone at the edge of her voice. She rested her index finger lightly on the head of his penis. “You just lie back and I’ll make you nice and hard for me.”

Her mouth engulfed him and for a moment he thought he must be dreaming except that it was better than anything he’d dreamed. Her lips, her tongue, her cheeks and even her teeth moving against his dick so hot and close he thought he’d come in two seconds flat but then she drew back, went slower and he was moaning with anticipation, thrashing against her trying to make her give him more. He even tried to grab her head to make her suck it but when he did she gave him a stinging slap across the face and he knew better than to try again. Her rules. She was in charge.

“Good,” she said after a few more minutes of pleasuring him. “You’re ready now.” She hoisted herself up, pulling off her clothes. “Touch me here,” she ordered bringing his hands to her breasts. “Good, good boy. Yes that’s right.” She straddled him and took hold of his dick, rubbing it between her legs. Down there she was wet, every bit as wet as her mouth had been, maybe even more so. She was hovering above him, seeming again larger than life, his dick standing straight up, pressing against that hot molten part of her, then she started to push down.

Sam had always thought of it as a hole between a woman’s legs, that’s what he’d always heard but it wasn’t a hole at all. At first it felt just like any part of a body, like she was trying to push him into her arm or her knee and it almost hurt for a minute, for a second he was scared she was going to crush him then suddenly something yielded and he was inside her, surrounded by her, pressed close on all sides. It was tighter than her mouth had been, hotter, scarier and when she started to move up and down he thought he was going to pass out. It was different, and better than anything he had imagined in the several times a day fantasies he’d had for the past five years.

Then she started to shimmer….

Everything started to ripple and quake, just like it did before he changed. It rattled him to climax inside her but his pleasure had splurged into panic.

It was her game, but he was scared of her now. He pushed her off of him, away from him.

She laughed.

“You’re not the only one who’s special.” She said.

When she left him alone he started looking for something to steal. He knew he couldn’t stay. His animal instincts had warned him. She was dangerous. If he stayed with her he’d be her pet. Sam Merlotte wouldn’t exist any more.

He opened a drawer and there was the money. Enough money that he could get a room somewhere, maybe finish school, live like a human being instead of a stray. He gathered up the money and got out, got away, got away from her.

Until the day she reappeared in his life, he never looked back.