Archive me please.DISCLAIMERS: If you're offended by sex--m/m, m/f, f/f, menage a trios, etc. delete this now. If you're under 18, delete this now. If you don't like me writing. delete this now.
The FK characters and settings are not mine. I have only borrowed them for my own pleasure. The other characters are based on real people, names have been changed to protect the innocent or guilty.
This started out as a dream, and has grown into a type of soap opera/drama. Please be kind and flame me at HCWILKIN@AOL.COM or Femekah@usa.net.
FK Character: Lucien LaCroix--the oldest vampire known to mankind
Other Characters: Neve--one of Lucien's children
Cassandra--Beauty Neve falls for
Michael--blonde bombshell that allows the other three to use as a boy toy
Neve--Episode One
History
Moonlight spilled into the clearing inside a circle of rocks as she danced naked. Her long red curls caught the silver light and glowed of fire. The tribes' eyes were upon her. It was the Summer Solstice and the point where her power was the strongest in the year. Tonight she was to conceive. Her chastity well preserved for so many years by the Celtic priestesses until the Summer Solstice of the Full Moon. Tonight, at the moon's peak, she would be interlocked with the High Priest, creating the child that would be the next spiritual leader for their tribe. He looked out at her from among the trees. She could sense a presence, but not discern his true powers. A sly smile crossed his lips as he felt his pulse begin to quicken. His blood stirred and he knew he could no longer resist her.
In a heartbeat he was upon her. The tribe scattered, screaming, as his eyes glowed yellow in the night. She was transfixed. Never before had she felt such strength in any man. She stood still before him as his eyes blanketed her. Their eyes locked for a moment and she knew he was to be her chosen one that night. She felt drawn toward him. Reaching up, she pushed his tunic from his shoulders, freeing his body in the full moon's glow. "How eager." He said.
"Aye." She replied.
He was tall, strong, and drawing her toward him as he pushed her to the ground. His hands covered her body. Clawing, roving, caressing, hurting, he began to make love to her savagely, tenderly, and with a force she never knew existed. A fierce growl escaped his throat and his eyes grew red. She looked into those red eyes and knew what was to become of her. Since childhood she had heard stories of the Forest Dwellers, those who only came out at night and fed upon the maids tending the sheep caught in the darkness. She knew she was to become his bride. Another ear shattering roar, and he sank his fangs deep into his throat, sucking the blood from her veins and feeding his sexual ecstasy with her life's blood.
Nothing could compare to the pleasure she took from his feeding. They began to climax together. He had nearly drained her, and she felt she would lose consciousness if he continued. He stopped abruptly, withdrew himself, and shook her back to consciousness.
"You must choose." He whispered. His words like a caress. "I know." She whispered back.
"Then choose now, or it will be too late." His voice intense with desire. "Yes." She whispered weakly.
With his teeth he slit his wrist. The blood he had taken from her flowed from the wound.
"Drink." He commanded, forcing his wrist to her open lips.
She began to suck, and the hot blood slipped down her throat. A hunger rose within her that only the blood could fill. More, more, more was all she wanted.
He kissed her forehead as she drank from him. His kisses became more fevered and intense as he eased his wrist from her lips. His lips met hers and he felt her teeth begin to bud and grow with her excitement. He rose and replaced his tunic. "Come." He said, reaching for her hand.
"Neve." She said.
"Come, Neve. You must feed before the sun rises."
They disappeared into the woods.Neve's View
I knew he would be there. I cold feel him pulling me toward his from across the sea. Centuries had passed and yet the tie was still there, unbroken and growing stringer as the miles, feet, inches slipped away until we were again face to face.
From his seat he could observe everything. So many people. So many of his people. Rare for any other place, but this had become a gathering spot for their type. A place of comfort, companionship, and the freedom to be what they were. they talked, danced, drank, and hunted. He surveyed the crowd again but could see no one of particular importance. Crowds gathered and dispersed around him as he continued to watch. "Young fools." He muttered, and a smile appeared on his face.
"Master." I breathed as I touched his shoulder. He turned and our eyes met. Eyes that had not seen each other in centuries. "Neve."
The welcome sight of his strong body, the ice in his blue eyes, and the hint of smile underneath his surface, but always in the brink of breaking free. There were the things I remembered and was overjoyed to see had not changed since our parting.
He reached, touching my cheek. I could see in his eyes that my cold, smooth skin was just as he remembered. I felt a stirring I had not felt in the centuries we had been apart.
"Lucien, you are pleased to see me."
"Very pleased. I never expected you to leave your homeland."
"My homeland has changed. I have changed."
"The centuries have been kind to you. You're still the beauty I found under the Solstice Moon."
"Thank you." And a faint hint of blush hinted at my cheeks. "I have come for your help. I need you to help me choose my child."
He was silent, and he looked up to meet my eyes. "You need no help from me. I cannot imagine you have been alone since we parted."
"I have not been alone, but I have never attempted to create something of my own."
"Always afraid of taking the risks. Afraid to be hurt. If you truly want a family, that is the chance you must take."
"I know." I said with a smile. "I only want you to be with me for the creation."
"Now you have intrigued me. I cannot wait for the fun to begin." He gestured for the bartender. A full glass appeared in front of me. I took a sip and smiled broadly.
"You approve?" He questioned with the raise of the eyebrows.
"But of course."
I sipped my drink and watched as his eyes blanketed me as they had so long ago.
"There's a pretty one." he jested, gesturing to an overmade tart as the bar to my left.
"Lucien, you know I like my tarts much less packaged than that."
Smiling, I touched his hand. He took my fingers to his lips and kissed them tenderly.
"I must go. I leave you to your search."
"You'll spend the day with me?" I questioned, knowing his response.
"Meet me at closing time and we can. . .relive old times." he said, rising and disappearing into the crowd.
I went back to sipping my drink. The crowd was thick, throbbing to the ear piercing music and each other. So many choices. There's a nice one. All alone. Pity. I think he must need a little companionship.
I made my way to his table. I could smell his flesh, hot and sensual, and hear his heart beating, pumping faster as he watched the women dancing nearby. I stood behind him, enjoying his excitement, as a beautiful brunette sat next to him. Things are getting promising now.
"May I share your table?" I asked, shouting at them out of necessity.
"Sure." he replied, casting a sidelong glance at his companion.
"Here." she said, smiling and pushing out the extra chair. Her eyes were so beautiful and deep. My heart leapt.
"What's your name?" she asked, still smiling.
Oh those lips. Beautiful, red lips. I could spend weeks with just those lips. "Neve. And yours?" I returned her smile.
"Cassandra. That's an unusual name. Where are you from?"
"I'm from Ireland."
"Wow! I'm from L.A."
Her smile still intoxicating me. I know I should reply, but I nod and continue to smile with her.
"Do you want a drink?" she asked.
I have no idea how long we had been silent, for I lost time watching her. "Yes. That would be wonderful." Oh my! Did I just coo at her? I have totally forgotten myself. I'm acting like a young girl again.
"I'll go with you." I said, rising. She stepped in front of me to fight the masses. She had the longest, most sensual legs I've seen in my lifetime. I starred unashamed as she walked. I could only hope she felt my eyes on her, yet I hoped even more she liked what she felt.
"I've got this round." I said as we reached the bar.
"Thanks, but I really can't accept. . ."
I raised my hand to stop her. "I'm friends with the owner. Please, he would be offended if I did not extend the same courtesy to you that you offered me."
"O.K. then." another smile.
"That's better." My turn to smile again. "What will you have?"
"Margarita with salt."
"And your friend?"
"He's not important." The look on her face let me know not to pursue that one.
The bartender brought our drinks, and I sipped mine gingerly, praying this bartender would serve me the same as earlier.
"On the house." the bartender said.
I thanked him with a $10.00 tip, and appreciated Lucien even more. He always treated me well.
"Can we sit here for a while?"
I nodded and we sat. The music seemed louder here. I wanted to talk to her, know her, but the words were hard to come by and ever harder to hear. I looked her way and she was staring at me. She brought her right hand up and touched my hair. "Your hair is so beautiful."
I felt a blush--two in one night. "Thank you." Her eyes caught mine. Electricity.
"Can we get out of here? Go someplace quieter?"
"My place? It's not far."
"That sounds" hesitation "good."
I couldn't tell if the hesitation was apprehension, fear, or a reluctant eagerness. "Let me leave my friend a note."
"Lucien,
Fun is afoot.
I'll try to save some for you.
Meet me at my apartment.
14218 Loftcreek
Penthouse
Neve."
"Please give this to Mr. LaCroix as soon as possible." I said handing the note to the bartender, adding a wink. The ride to my penthouse was rather quiet. Beautiful Cassandra looked out the window silently and every now and again looked my way and gave me a nervous smile. The Night Crawler was on the radio, and his evening’s monologue gave me the realization that I had affected him even more than I knew. I lost my thoughts in his voice. “Gifts. Some are begged for, some are unwanted, some unexpected. Usually they're wrapped in pretty paper, with bows, ribbons, and the requisite sentimental card. These are the trite, often cliched gifts we find in the department stored, bargain basements, and bring-and-buys of our daily existence. Perhaps the gifts I enjoy most are the ones given by the least expected person and filled with the passion that inspires the giver to share of herself in ways that seemed so long lost. Unwrapping and discovering what that special gift involves can be a very intriguing and exciting event. I find the anticipation so delightful, and am almost giddy with excitement for the upcoming event. What will the package hold? Will there be surprises inside this gift? I shall hold my breath until I find out. . .”
The elevator ride up all those floors was equally quiet and her silence made me grow more and more nervous with each passing floor.
The doors slid open to my penthouse. A rush of Sandalwood scented air filled the elevator. Mmmmmm. Good to be home.
"Would you like a drink?" I asked. "The bar's fully stocked, and you may have whatever you please."
"O.K. Thanks. I'll have a margarita then."
She seemed to be perking up, of course the promise of liquid courage could be a good thing for the events to come. I made her drink and poured myself a glass of "wine" and took my seat on the leather sofa. She sat beside me, took a long pull off her drink and asked, "So, Neve what do you do? For a living I mean."
"I'm a photographer."
"Oh. What kind of photos? Portraits?"
"You could say that. Would you like to see?"
I took her into my studio and pulled out a stack of photos from my desk. These were the latest I had taken, and I am quite proud of these. My "models" were very attractive and took my directions so well. Beautiful work, if I do say so myself.
"These are um, interesting." she said, eyes getting wider as she studied the prints. "is. . .are they. . .they're. . ."
"Having sex?"
"Yes!" her eyes grew even wider.
"Do you like the photos?"
"Very much. I've just never seen photos this close up of. ."
"Two bodies in the act?"
"How did you get there people to do this?"
"I offered them the job, told them what I expected and wanted, and they did the rest by animal instincts."
"How did you get in so close?"
"That's my secret." I said with a laugh. She laughed too, thank god. We went back into the main room, and I lit some incense and a few candles. She finished her drink and I made her another, extra strong this time, and we chatted some more. I was so enthralled with her eyes, smile, and enthusiasm about life I began to feel a bit intoxicated. I realized that during our conversation she had inched closed to me. Close enough to touch.
"You're really wonderful." I said to her, touching her hand.
"I'm glad I came with you." she said, squeezing my hand.
"Tell me about the boy you were with at the bar.'
"Him? He seemed pretty nice. You have to admit he's beautiful to look at, but so dull and so full of himself. I really felt great when he asked me out, but he was so busy having everyone admire him, I started feeling really left out."
"Well, that settles it then. He's a swine. You're far too beautiful to be ignored."
"You think I'm beautiful?"
"Yes. Very beautiful." I said stroking her cheek. She did not flinch or turn away, but instead rubbed her cheek against my hand. How beautifully feline!
"Thank you so much." she said and leaned over and kissed my left cheek. I was pleasantly surprised by this.
"You are so very welcome." I replied and kissed her cheek in response. She looked into my eyes and drew closer. Tantalizingly closer. Her lips gently brushed mine. An electric tingle raced up my spine and I prayed the moment would last forever. I parted my lips slightly and she responded so beautifully. Her warm, sweet tongue carefully entered my month carefully and explored my lips and tongue. I wrapped my arms around her slender body and pulled her closer to me.
Hearing her heartbeat so strongly was so exciting. I could feel my teeth begin to ache and I knew the change would be inevitable. Not yet, I kept telling myself, Not yet. I wanted her so badly, but it's too soon. I can't let her know yet.
Her hands were in my hair, on my face, kissing down my neck, along my arms, stroking my thighs. I tasted her, kissing, nibbling, smelling and wanting so badly to make her mine.
I pulled away from her and looked into her eyes for a moment. "Do you really want to do this?" I asked quietly.
"Yes." she whispered, kissing me hard and deep.
"I have to explain something to you."
"Later." and another deep kiss.
We kissed wet and lingering for a passionate eternity. Her tongue trailed down my neck, inviting shivers and a strong beating in my heart. Our hands searched each other, exploring and caressing. I broke free from the embrace and took a deep breath. She picked up her glass, tantalizingly licking the salt from the rim, she looked into my eyes. What a flirt! As she lowered her glass, I removed a rather large piece of ice from near the top. I sucked the sticky-sweet drink from it and slowly lowered my ice filled hand to her exposed thigh. As the ice met her skin a shudder passed through her body. I trailed the ice down to her knee and traced a small circle. She closed her eyed and moaned quietly. Her hand met mine. I expected her to try to remove the ice from her leg. It gave me great pleasure to find her drawing my hand higher up her thigh, toward the wet warmness. She held my hand as I touched her satin panties. I could smell her warm scent as she grew more excited. I rubbed the ice up the length of her panties and traced around the edges of her legs. The ice melted rapidly with her heat and sent small drops rolling down between her legs. I bent my head toward the drops and stretched my tongue to lick the trail that the melting ice had left. She sucked in a deep breath and pressed her hands hard into her thighs as she arched her back. She was on fire, and I was so eager to feel it, taste it, dive into it with every fiber of my self.
As we kissed, I reached behind her and slowly unzipped her dress. She shrugged out of the straps to reveal her naked body fully to me. Such tantalizingly tan skin. I trailed kisses down her chest and over one breast, taking an erect nipple in my mouth,m teasing it with my tongue. A small sigh escaped her lips and her head pulled back revealing her long neck. Not yet. I told myself again. Her hands were all over me. She unzipped my dress, unfastened my brazier and gently touched my back. My skin prickled and tingled under her fingertips and my breathing quickened.
"Let's go someplace more comfortable." I said, taking her hand and leading her to my bedroom.
She did not hesitate or oppose this idea at all, in fact it was she who sat on the bed first. She opened her arms to me and we shared a long embrace. I could feel her heartbeat against my chest. I ached to taste her, to feel her hot blood in my mouth, giving my body life. I could smell her body and feel the heat rising from it.
"Kiss me, Neve." she cooed into my ear. I am not one to resist, so I gladly complied with her request. I trailed my hand from its resting place on her side, down to her waist. Rubbing her back and waist, I scraped my teeth against her neck. She moaned and laid back against the pillows.
I lay beside her, nibbling her ear and kissing her throat. She stroked my body and kissed my face. I wanted more, so much more, but it still was not time yet.
Cautiously, I reached down to touch between her legs. She was so hot and wet, it made me want to lick my fingers. She wriggled under my touch and arched her back. I moved my hand and began to kiss her again. It was not my kisses that she wanted though.
She rubbed her hips against me and freed her lips from mine. "Will you make love to me, Neve?:" she questioned, so gently and softly.
"Yes my beautiful Cassandra. I will." I kissed her once more and moved down the bed. I looked up at her and gave her a playful smile. She spread her legs and I slipped quickly between them. I stroked her thighs and kissed her legs as she squirmed in anticipation. She closed her eyes as my kisses moved closer in, and her wiggles became faster and more forceful. I licked her outer lips and flicked my tongue at her clitoris. She sucked in her breath and held it in, waiting for more. I nibbled her lips and she cried aloud, thrusting her hips upward. I slid my
tongue into her warm wetness. Licking and sucking and touching I felt her body respond to my desires for her. I rubbed her clitoris with my fingers as licked her. I could feel my teeth beginning to grow in my excitement and my eyes began to glow. Then there was a breeze in the room. I looked over my shoulder to see my Master standing in front of the open window. He raised a finger to indicate my silence. I knew he would not miss this. I looked up at her, her eyes still closed, and unaware of any on looker. I continued to make love to her with my mouth and I felt her body flush with blood. Her muscles began to tighten as her climax began. She screamed as her orgasm exploded inside her, and I felt such excitement I could contain my passion no longer.
Rising from the foot of the bed, I lay on top of her. I put my hand in her hair and pulled her head back. I paused a moment to see if she would protest, but she thrust her neck upward, as if her were asking me to take from her what I most desired. I took a deep breath and sank my fangs deep into her throat. Her blood was hot and thick in my mouth. I could feel all her passion and ecstasy as I drank from her. My head began to spin and I began to sweat as I reached my own climax.
Her heartbeat began to slow and I knew, now was the time for her to make her choice. "Cassandra, you must choose."
The same dilemma that was presented to me so long ago.
"Choose what?"
"Life as an immortal, as I am, or death."
Her heartbeat continued to slow and her eyes widened, yet there was no fear in them.
"I choose you." she replied quietly.
I slit my wrist with my fangs and pressed it to her lips. She sucked hard and fast, returning her own blood to her body. When I knew she had taken enough, I pulled my wrist free. I gazed upon her as she closed her eyes for sleep.
"Well done, Neve." my Master commented, "and not a bad show, I might add."
"But of course." I said with a smile.
Episode One Part Two
The beautiful Cassandra did not sleep as long as I had expected. Scarcely an hour had passed when she appeared at the head of the stairs. Her eyes were a glorious yellow as she surveyed my little world fort he first time as an immortal. Slowly and carefully she walked down the stairs, each step and marvel in her grace and beauty.
"Sleeping beauty wakes." My Master smiled and stood, extending his hand to my new child. "You'll need to feed soon. Know of any all night parties?" he asked looking at me.I shrugged and poured her a glass of the wonderful vintage we had been sharing. She took the glass and drained it quickly. She then picked up the bottle and drained it of its contents.
"She has your appetite."
"That she does, and I think she needs more."
"I want it warm this time." She announced. Her voice had an edge in it I had not noticed before. Her fangs were bared and her eyes seemed to pulsate. "I know who I want."
"Well then, you shall have him. Where can we find this person?" I questioned.
"He'll come to me if I call him." She walked to my phone, picked up the receiver and dialed. I purposefully did not listen to what she was saying. Her first conquest should be hers alone, no interference, no persuasion, no
external guidance.
"What's the address?" she asked.
"What?" I had succeeded in shutting her voice off from my ears.
"What's the address?"
"14218 Loftcreek, Penthouse."
She repeated the information to the party on the other end of the line and said a quick good-bye.
"Could I have some more wine?" I retrieved another bottle from the refrigerator and pulled the cork from it.
"Do not spoil your appetite with appetizers. Your main course is on its way." I looked at Lucien. He raised an eyebrow my way and I knew he was getting more and more intrigued by the events that were about to unfold.
"He thinks there's a party here."
"There will be when he arrives. Just the last few stragglers and still plenty to drink." I crossed to the lame, dimmed the lights, and then to the stereo to put on some quiet, seductive jazz album that I had listened to a hundred times before.
I heard the elevator rising in its shaft.
"Meals on wheels seems to have taken on a new meaning." I groaned. Lucien rarely made jokes and that one was simply horrible.
I placed my hand on Cassandra's shoulder and nodded at the sofa, encouraging there to sit. The doors opened and he stepped out. "I am Neve. Welcome."
"The girl from the club."
"Yes, and this is Lucien." He extended his hand toward Lucien, but a quick glance from his icy blue eyes halted any idea of that.
I could tell from the sway in his stance that he was already intoxicated, but a bit more would not hurt his situation.
"What will you have to drink?"
"Beer's good."
I went into the kitchen to get his beer and he took a seat next to Cassandra. He was such a handsome creature. Eyes almost as blue as Master's, strong arms, muscular legs, skin bronzed by the sun, and a long flowing mane of golden silk. I could still smell his flesh and having him captive in my home was most exciting, even if he was already spoken for. Perhaps there would be a little left for me when it was all over.
I brought him his beer and made sure my hand touched his for just a little too long as he took the bottle. The feel of warm, male flesh is incomparable to any sensation in this world, and the moment lingered in my senses.
"You frequent The Raven." My Master broke the silence.
"Yes." He nodded, "it's a great place to meet women."
"I know, I've watched you in action there many times." His tone indicated that this was not a compliment.
I gave Lucien a dirty look and seated myself on the arm of his chair. His left hand immediately caught the small of my back. Ooooh, a protective gesture of his property. He always could tell when I wanted something, and
our guest certainly was a prize I wanted. We sat in silence and Lucien toyed with my curls. I cold feel him projecting anger at our guest in a conscious effort to create a stir.
"You walked out on me at the club."
Well, well, well. The master had not lost his touch. I only prayed now that Cassandra would play the cool, conciliatory role, and not bite his head off--literally.
"It was so smoky and noisy in there, I just had to step out to clear my head. Neve told me about her party and asked me to come. I looked for you, but you were dancing with another girl, so I didn't think you were interested in where I went." Her tone was almost girlish and she was playing the cooing, hurt, victim here. She knew how to soothe him, and her hand stroking his throat seemed to combine with her words to work the magic she wanted. "Michael, are you still mad at me?" She pretended to pout. What a pro!
"No." He leaned over and kissed her. I felt my heart leap as their lips touched. This was no maternal instinct of protectiveness. This was pure voyeurism, and I used every power I had to will them to continue.
"You're rather caught up in the action." My Master teased, pulling me into his lap. "I understand your feelings. I watched you make love to her and bring her across tonight. Some part of me wishes that it was me who was with you this evening, but who would want an old vampire anyway?"
He was playing me like a violin. I cold not resist the touch of our bodies, his quiet whisper, and the way her looked at me when we were close, and he knew it.
"Lucien. . .I did not know you were still capable of these kinds of desires." I teased, squirming in his lap and playing with the top button of his shirt.
"I have centuries of feelings for you that have gone untouched since our first night together." The mockery and sarcasm had left his voice. I felt the slow, steady heart beating in his chest. He was showing me his sincerity, letting me in. I lowered my head and tenderly met his lips with mine. So familiar, yet so foreign. Never had I sensed this calm in my master. There was always a drive to push onward, never a desire to sit back and relax. . . This I liked.
I slid my hands around his neck and down his shoulders. Our tongues caressed each other and explored forgotten territories. His hands followed the edge of my skirt, leaving trails of electricity on my thighs. I felt his muscles growing tight and his breaths came more rapidly with our kisses.
"What the hell!"
Damn. Intrusion into our passion. I looked up to see my new creation snarling and growling like a wild animal. Her eyes shown red and her breath came in quick gulps.
"Cassandra! No!" I screamed. In a flash we were upon her. Lucien pulled her across the room and I steadied myself before the potential victim.
"Michael," I said very softly, forcing him to listen and focus on my eyes, "Michael, you have had a bit too much to drink and the dim lights were playing tricks on your eyes. You only thought you saw something strange." I was finding it extremely difficult to concentrate on the job at hand. . . "We're all going to sit down, have another drink, and spend a beautiful day together."
He sat quietly and took a drink of beer while I went over to see what Lucien had done with my child.
"I must say she has you spirit, but seems ill equipped to handle the situation." he hissed.
"Nothing has been explained to her of our ways, Master." She knows nothing but her first hunger." I was cowering. Sometimes his strength could take mine, and I responded like a scared puppy. This was one of these times.
"Please Master, help me make our ways clear to her."
"Cassandra, we no longer live in the dark ages. We cannot be so overt with ourselves. You must be discreet and bide your hunger until the time is right. I promise you it will be a most pleasurable experience. Now, go sit down next to your little friend and continue your -- conversation."
I thanked god that was over. We cold now settle back and enjoy ourselves. I rejoined Lucien's lap, but this time on my sofa, much closer to Cassandra and Michael than before. Poor Michael still appeared dazed.
"Go on Cassandra." I whispered. "Pick up where you left off."
"So, where were we?" she asked, leaning forward to him a full view of her cleavage. (That sure woke him up!) She raised her head and began to slowly run her tongue across his lower lip. Their kisses became so passionate that I wished I had my camera to capture them in their moments.
I was not the only one watching with interest. Lucien's eyes were fixed on the couple. The more intense the tow became, the tighter his grip on my thigh became. It was exquisite to feel the effect from this scene that Lucien projected onto me. As we watched buttons were opened and his shirt was discarded. Bronze. All I could describe him as was bronze. So very much like a beautiful, live, bronze sculpture from ages past.
I had reached my breaking point. My teeth ached. I turned to face My Master, meeting his golden eyes. Bending my neck, I scraped my teeth along his neck and longed for reciprocation. Master's hands were strong in my hair as he pulled my from my teasings. He forced my head back and kissed me brutally. Our teeth collided and tongues burst free to excite and ignite passions that had been dead for centuries.
I heard footsteps, and followed their sounds up the stairs to my bedroom. Lucien notices too, as he momentarily paused, tilted his head toward the sounds, and then returned to me. We would give them a few minutes before we made our entrance.
Low growls came from Lucien's throat as we kissed. I felt the front of his trousers growing hard, and knew of my effects on him. Lifting my eyes to his, I broke free from our kisses, placed my hands on the front of his shirt, and with one quick pull, ripped it free of him. What wonderful, luminescent white skin, a sign of distinction and power from centuries in the moons glow. My Master smiled and followed suit by pulling my dress over my head and flinging to across the room.
Our bodies touched and sparks shot up and down my spine. I began to stand and guided him up with me. I removed my panties and reached for his belt. Soon he was free from his clothes and I had the ancient warrior to myself. I stroked his full erection. He put his hands on top of mine and began to guide me in rubbing him. He watched our hands stroking his cock, eyes half closed and teeth bared.
The cries from upstairs became audible and it was time to join in. In a blink we were at the foot of my bed witnessing the ride of a lifetime. My Cassandra was impaled on Michael and the two were moving in opposed unison. Their motions were strong and almost violent. I was eager to join them
I moved to the head of the bed and reached out to touch Cassandra's breast. She movements were uninterrupted and she leaned into my hand. I rubbed her erect nipple between my fingers and her moans became louder. My mouth covered hers and she sucked the sir from my lungs. My tongue searched her mouth and slid against her tongue. Razor sharp new fangs sliced my lips and tongue and filled her mouth with blood. She sucked ravenously and the heat in my crotch swelled to engulf me.
Cassandra pulled herself from me and pushed me aside. Falling forward, she sank her fangs deep into Michael's neck. He screamed -- the tone all pleasure and no fear -- as she fed from his sweating, bronze, mortal throat. she had lifted herself from his enormous erection as she moved to feed on him. My Master starred at the slick phallus with wonder in this eyes. I was concerned that Cassandra would drain our toy and we would have nothing to enjoy ourselves.
Michael's breaths became ragged. She lifted her head from his neck after one long last gulp and raised her eyes to me. She was smiling broadly with blood covered lips.
"This is glorious." She whispered.
"I know." I replied. "We are not finished yet though. Watch and learn how we can prolong our pleasures."
Lucien was bent over Michael, on the brink of devouring his cock. I helped the stunned and weakened mortal into a sitting position as Lucien lowered his lips to the glistening tip. His tongue flicked at the moisture that welled from inside. His erection seemed to surge with Lucien's caresses. Slowly, My Master took the entire erection into his mouth, sliding his lips slowly down the entire length. Master's eyes were red and he willed his heart to beat faster, signaling me of his desires. Upon his knees, with hands on each side of the young mortal's torso, there was ample room for me to meet Master's needs.
I slid up the bed, between the two men's legs and took My Master in my mouth. Large and very rigid, the flesh returned memories for the centuries we spent together. I licked his testicles and licked from base to tip. But there were two men there, and it was my turn to teach My Master a thing or two.
Reaching up, I rubbed Michael's erection as Lucien raised his lips to the mortals tip. At once my fingers gripped the hot mortal flesh and Master covered it all with his mouth. Lucien's tongue languished on my fingers as I stroked Michael.
Lucien began to thrust his hips harder and faster, forcing himself in and out of my mouth at an incredible rate. My throat began to ache as he battered into me. His thighs shuddered with his movements. Then suddenly he stopped. My hand still clutched Michael and I felt his heat almost burning into my hand. My Master's movements became erratic as Michael's orgasm neared. Warm liquid spilled over my hand as Lucien eagerly lapped up the mortal's fluids. Lucien removed himself from my mouth, pulled me from between his legs, and shoved me face down on the exhausted mortal. It was my turn now, and I was in eager anticipation of Master's brutal sexual power.
A sharp crack spilt the air and pain flooded me as Master slapped me hard on the ass.
"Spread your legs." He commanded. My actions were not fast enough to please him, and another slap followed. I loved feeling him take command of me, and his stentorian discipline excited me to no end. My legs open wide, he entered me roughly, filling me, and shooting pain throughout my body. I turned my head to the side to shield my mortal mattress from the glow of my eyes. I found Cassandra sitting in the bedside chair, legs spread wide, and her hands working magic of their own for her own pleasure. She rocked slowly, touching herself, with eyes fixed on the three of us on the bed.
Lucien realized that he did not have my full attention and gabbed my hair, arching my back, and pulling me around to meet his lips. He continued to pump into me with such force that I thought I would split. Glorious pleasure and pain filled me simultaneously. Master released my hair and I fell upon the mortal once again.
I ground my hips against My Master and the mortal. My own climax was near, and feeling the press of two men against me and with Cassandra watching, my senses were overloading. Michael's hard nipple pressed into my face and was too hard to resist. I scraped my teeth against it and licked the sweat from his chest. The taste of him coupled with the brutality of Lucien's thrusts made it hard for me to hold back longer. As the first wave of my orgasm shattered me, I sank my fangs into Michael's nipple. Each beat of his heart met the waves of pleasure from inside me. I heard Cassandra's moans as she came closer to her own moment, Michael's whimpers of pleasure as I fed from his breast, and Lucien's animal growls with each stroke into me.
My Master's time was near. He slowed his movements and became more methodical. An ear splitting roar came from his throat as he seized my neck and forced himself fully into me. My Master pulled the blood from my veins with his powerful lips. His feeding sent more pleasure flooding into me, and I had to release Michael before he was finished for good. Forcing myself to stop feeding, I arched my neck to give Lucien better access to my veins. He bit deeper and he growled as he sucked harder and harder. I reeled in ecstasy under My Master.
Fade to blackEnd of Episode One