“I’m yours, your grace…all yours.”

~Hang on…did she say your grace?~ this entered his mind, as he tipped his head back and let out a loud roar of delight. It was coupled with slight confusion. She wasn’t remembering who she was yet. His initial plans to shock her into remembering weren’t working, but my god, was she turning him on like this. A devilish smile upon her full lips, and he was in love with her all over again.

“Oh yes…yes…YOU…ARE!” He roared loudly, as his body tensed, and then he gave her three last thrusts, that would cause her breasts to bounce up and down, water splashing all over the floor, as he thickened within her tight canal. He gripped her with his claws pressing into her flesh, the electric like charge that ran throughout his whole body, as he came forcibly within her. Chuckling darkly, he withdrew from her, and then winked, as he suddenly dived beneath the waters which frothed and bubbled at the heat of his skin. As she lay against the side of the tub, she would start to feel something slinking between her legs. Like a snakes tongue, it moved and then….it entered her sweet hole, as his claws teased and pulled at her luscious folds His horns were just out of the water, and if she so desired, she could use them to guide his head, to pleasure her to the end of the earth. His tongue fed in and out of her, growing thicker, as bubbles popped on the surface of the water. A sly hand groping her right breast. She would have a great deal of trouble controlling herself when he assaulted her so…especially underwater.

If she wasn’t going to remember him…she was never going to forget this.

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“My Sweet Angel.” He replied, rising up out of the bath and stepping over the side, getting water everywhere. The demon reached for a large towel and began to dry himself off, keeping his back to her, while she finished cleaning herself, or caught her breath, one or the two. As he rubbed himself over, he slowly started to morph back into that of his human like form. Perhaps it was the sex that did it, relaxing in himself, and this meant he could get dressed at least. His black wavy hair at limp on his shoulders, and he didn’t seem to care to brush it or not. Adorned in a long black coat and suit, he looked every bit the prince he was, and he then sat on the edge of the bed, watching Selene.

“We…really need to talk.”

<3>

Selene’s memory loss was now a real issue, and he knew he couldn’t just blurt out that she was his wife. Chances were she wouldn’t believe him anyways. Tapping his bottom lip, trying to think of how to handle this delicately, since he was back to his human like form, he took her hands and looked deep into her eyes.

“In my life, I have only ever loved one woman, my wife Selene. A true angel, a Casterly…very much like you. So like you its uncanny. Before I met her, I was a right bastard, and did all manners of things that you would probably find abhorrent. She changed me, and for want of a better word, for the better. We had a beautiful daughter, a wonderful marriage, but there was a dark side to her…one that even I didn’t understand. Maybe, I should have paid her more attention than I did, but as a Father, you find you have responsibilities to care for your children.”

Joffrey sighed and then drew her onto his lap, holding her to him.

“I wish you could see what I do. I love you…the same way as I do my wife. In fact I never stopped loving you, through everything.” He whispered.

<3>

On her knees, she kept her head bowed low, but she heard his heavy footfalls, and the sound of the fabric of his pants rustling as he went to extract his thick member and expose it to her lips.

” Now this is the way a proper whore should behave!” He exclaimed, and Minerva could hear the lust in his voice.

“My King is generous to offer his shaft to my eager lips.” Minerva replied, and wiggled on her knees, as she tipped her head just enough, that he could gaze down at her, and watch as she started to plant kisses on the head. She released a purr of delight, that sounded so erotic, as she started to lick up and down the length of his shaft. Her blonde tresses fell free from their bond, and tumbled down her shoulders, as she drew back and looked up at the King with a smile.

“I want more.” It was then she parted her lips, and slowly sucked him in, her tongue winding around and lapping his length, before she started to rock back and forth on her knees, taking him in again and again, making wild sounds that reverberated from her throat. She was able to tighten her jaw and then used the suction to draw him in deeper. Course her hands were behind her back, truly submissive, with her breasts bouncing as she took him with an eagerness he may not have seen in a whore before. Her mouth was truly magical. In more ways than one.

<3>

Looking over quietly at the other whore Magda he dismissed her with a wave, “You may leave.” 

As she took his cock fully in he gasped feeling her mouth work upon him. He gripped into the walls raking them deeply and feeling the onslaught of her suction he fought desperately against her onslaught. She wanted to taste him though this talented mistress he thought. She might make better than a whore he thought to himslef idly as he erupted his hot seed deep in her mouth, in a rush .

You never did tell me your name m’lady he said as he pulled her close against him, I might want to have it if I’m to keep you around for any length of time. I’t would not do to keep calling you whore. besides I think your much more talented than that. A follower of Lys for certain. He grinned in spite of himself

Roughly pulled against him, her nipples perked against his chest, and she had a purr to her voice as she licked the last drops from her lips.

“You never did tell me your name M’lady” The King said, and Minerva bowed her head, whispering softly. “Minerva, your Grace.” She knew by his tone, and the way he expressed his enjoyment of her sex act, that she was in a good position to get to know him a whole lot better. “I can be anything you want me to be, M’lord.” Acting still as a submissive, but happy to offer herself again if he so wished.

“And I have many talents to please you, M’lord.” She said, shyly looking up at him, before bowing her head again.

<3>

I would know what else someone with your skill of tongue could do he grinned devishly as he led her to the bed with a throbbing hard cock.

The King was pleased, very pleased, and his tongue licking her lips was a very intimate way of showing this. Minerva closed her eyes, and felt the roughness pass over her plump lips, which were slightly bruised from taking him so forcibly. But now, he had a raging hard member, and was keen to see what else was on offer. What possible gift could she give that was a talent so unique, that any man would pay a King’s ransom to enjoy, night after night.

Carried to the bed, she did chuckle softly at his boldness. A man that knew what he wanted and so asked her.

“I would know what else someone with your skill of tongue could do.” He said with a devilish gleam in his eyes. Sitting on the bed, she started to bend her body in ways, that could only be done by a contortionist. So flexible, the sexual positions he could enjoy with such a creature, would be nearly endless. But that was not all.

“Tis not my tongue that is special, M’lord.” The minx like witch then whispered to him, as she took his hand and slipped it down beneath her folds. He would be able to feel her hymen, which was by miracle, still intact.

“Every time, you take me, it is like the first. I am an everlasting virgin. I tighten for you, every time you wish me.” So in fact, her skin regrew, thus her hymen was replaced. What more could a man desire, than a virgin to bed each night, who had the skill of a high class whore. “My King…will never be unsatisfied….ever.”

She looked up at him shyly waiting for his reaction.

<3>

All through the night, the King tested Minerva, for he was incredulous to this talent that she had. Having seen the various different ways she could bend her body, he turned the bed into his own play ring. Enjoying the suppleness of her flesh, his talons tracing lines all over her skin, while he took her, as though for the first time ever. Tearing her hymen, and hearing her cry out in pain. The incredible tightness his girth would find at first deliciously uncomfortable, a pain that turned into absolute pleasure, as he bounced her body off his throbbing member. Her wild screams and cries filled the air, matched with the animal like grunts as he brought her to climax, only to ease her off, and watch in wonder as she healed herself over. He could then flip her over, like a doll, hard as ever, and start all over again. A virgin again, his eyes could roll back as the delights of this woman would have him find a rawness that the demon had never before had sated. He bent her body to him, so she doubled over and he could suck her breasts harshly, before pulling her off, and then take her again, with her wholeness intact.

Eventually, even he grew tired, and when finally he roared from satisfaction, he saw in her a woman that he wanted to keep. Taking out a gold chain, he tied it around her neck, pulling on it till the chain then fell between her breasts as she remained in the kneeling position. Head bowed in reverence of her King, Her Master. She smelt ripe of his sex, a delicous smell, and she was this creature that would serve only him.

” What do you think of serving me Minerva?” 

“I shall live my life to please and serve only you, My Master and King.” she said softly, as the gold of the chain glinted in the light of the candles. She was now the private property of the King of Brax.

<3>

Magda was waiting anxiously for Brandon to appear when the king finally strode into the room. He had pinched her nipple and was expecting her to get on with it. Biting her lip, Magda allowed her dress to fall and she could feel the king’s touch on her naked skin and it made her want to vomit. Closing her eyes, she breathed slowly and was trying to count to ten when another whore came in.

Opening her eyes, Magda noticed she did not recognize the eager whore, but she didn’t care just so long as she was more distracting than Magda was. And indeed she proved to be so. Stepping back, she allowed Minerva to take over as the king explained this was how a whore was supposed to be. Magda nodded weakly and stared at the floor while they began their lustful ministrations.

She wasn’t waiting long before the king finally dismissed her. Magda pulled her gown back into place and dropped into a curtsy, saying nothing as she spun around and fled the room gratefully.

Selene and Joffrey’s Chambers

Selene bit her lip nervously when she watched Joffrey struggle for the right words. When he finally took her hands and spoke, she became…unsettled. Her eyebrows knit together as he drew her onto his lap, but she didn’t stop herself from leaning into the safety of his embrace. Closing her eyes, the princess whispered “I am…Selene…there is only one Selene Casterly…”Tears prickled at her eyes as it suddenly dawned on her. She was his wife, the mother of his children, and she could not even remember him still. Turning her face, she buried into his chest as fresh tears ran down her cheeks. How could she forget a man so amazing as him?

Her arms wrapped tightly around her demon prince and she just cried. She cried out of confusion, pain, and guilt for forgetting the man that seemed to complete a part of her soul that felt missing when she let the darkness take over. Selene still was unsure of what was going on, but she knew this: she loved this man and never wanted to be separated from him. Pulling back from him, she straddled his lap and took his face between her hands. Resting her forehead against his, she whispered “Please forgive me…” Her words trailed off as she remembered his words. They had a daughter. Tempest. That darling princess was her daughter. Exhaling slowly, she sank into the embrace of her husband and whispered yet again “Has this darkness ruined my chance at keeping my family, your grace?”

As the princess remained in the embrace of her husband, she felt an overwhelming wave of sadness crash over her. She had forgotten her husband, her daughter…her family. And despite how atrocious she had been, Joffrey was still here holding her tenderly and spoke words of utter love and devotion. Smiling weakly, she lifted her head to look at him “Please give me a chance to love you.”

“Please give me a chance to love you.”

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~The power of love is a beautiful thing, it can make one man weep, make another man sing. A change in heart from his little angel girl, this was more than a feeling, it was the power of love.~ Joffrey had never stopped loving Selene, Nothing and no one could ever undo the years that they had together, the beautiful moments they shared, their daughter, who in essence was a byproduct of their love. She WAS that love embodied. How can that be wrong? Joffrey held onto Selene, who still was struggling to understand all this. She was his wife, She was Selene of Casterly. A mother, a lover, an angel, and a sex bomb.

“You don’t even have to ask, Love.” Joffrey said, brushing back the hair out of her eyes, and placing a kiss on her forehead, almost like she was a child, but then he moved his lips down her cheek to her lips. This was how the Prince was much of the time, behind the silly facade and the sarcastic wit. There lay a man who loved but one woman. Selene.

“Come on now, show me that beautiful smile. I command you, as your Husband and Princey Pooh.” He said, a wry smile on his face, trying to get her to laugh. “You and I have family that need us. So..dry those tears, and get dressed in something spiffy, and we go fix our family….I arranged a few…things to keep my father busy…for…a good while.” He said with a firm nod of his head.

He had no idea how well that went off.

<3>

“Couldn’t I just sit here brooding more over my lost memories…I am so embarrassed I cannot even remember my own family. What must my sweet little princess think of me…” 

The Prince could definitely understand her frustrations, but the longer they sat in there, the less time they had to avoid the King. He had organised the whores who he hoped and prayed were keeping him busy, long enough to devise a plan to get Tempest off the arranged marriage hook.

“Don’t you think its best to face our fears, rathrer then let them fester and grow? Besides, your little Tempest is not so little anymore. She’s practically a woman. Kinda glad I did the talk about the milk honey bee before she got breasts.” An odd look came over his face as he said this. Still hard to believe she grew up so fast, but in a way, she would handle all the current dramas a lot better, than when she was seven. Course his mind was soon snapped back to reality when his Selene got dressed in a beautiful blue gown, and she made a rather bold declaration

“I’m just going to keep my hair down and wild…I want everyone to know the Prince of Brax has had his way with me.” This had the Prince roar with laughter. “They will have a new nick name for me. Prince Stud Muffin. Inspiring the new tousled bed hair look.” He struck a daring pose, and then got up and swept her into his arms. “Oh I have missed you.”

The Princess replied Can we go see our daughter now? I may not remember her, but there is a pang in my chest that could only mean I crave the presence of my baby.” The Prince was only too pleased to do this, as time was marching on, when the lamb made a baa sound, and got her attention. “Darling, did you bring me a present?” As the Prince ushered her out he chimed.“Well, I was dead set against the cow.”

<3>

After her many long hours of pleasing the King of Brax, Minerva went down to the washroom, to cleanse herself, and be presentable for when he summoned her again. Many of the other castle servants listened as she sang while washing her body down, then cleansing her long blonde hair before rinsing warm water down her svelte form. Dressing this time in a black and red velvet long gown, with a lace up bodice, she swept her hair up elegantly, and admired herself in the mirror. Minerva pinched her cheeks to create a pinkish blush, and then left the wash room to make her way back down to the King’s Chambers.

Head held high, Minerva strolled along the corridor, the sun’s rays flooding the walkway through many open air arches. To her surprise, a Guard approached her, speaking sternly.

“You are expected in the King’s chambers at once.”

Not to deny her King, she made a simply curtsy, and headed down the hallway towards the King’s Chambers.

Arriving outside, she gave a nod to one of the guards and they opened the door, announcing her arrival. The maiden entered, and saw the King in all his splendor. Acting in accordance with her place, she approached his chair, then kneeled down before him.

“How does the King wish to be served, for I am eager to please.”

<3>

Lead to the table by the King, Minerva showed a shy smile, admiring his devilishly handsome good looks. Every time she saw him, he had such a commanding presence, that it was truly awe inspiring. He carried himself, and acted like a true King. Obediently, she followed, and listened with intent, when he said;

” Minerva, I just had something special commisioned for you. I thought we might talk a bit about it and the state of things this evening, before we might exert ourselves Minerva bit her bottom lip on hearing he had commissioned something special just for her. “You honor me, My Lord and Master.” Eager to hear more, she quietened as the King continued. We have a lot to discuss I think. Why dont you tell me whats been happening with my son and the others in the castle while we eat and then we can have some fun?” 

Taking the offered chalice of wine, she toasted the King, before daring to take a sip. “Oh, my King, much has happened whilst you have been away from the castle.” She said matter of factly. “Your Granddaughter Tempest, has grown up within days. From a seven year old, to that of a girl of fifteen. The reasons have all the kingdom questioning.” This was bound to be a surprise, but the information was about to take a more devious turn. “The wife of the Prince, had slept with a Warlock named Desmond, and they sired a Son. On his birth, the Prince sent her and the bastard packing. Back to the Casterly realm. For some reason, this boy also aged rapidly and is a young man, but he is not Brax, like Tempest. The latest is that the Princess has returned, but lost her memory. It’s a bit of a mess, My King.” Yes, it was a mess, but now that the King was back, he was certain to set things right.

MInerva ran her finger round the lip of her chalice and then said. “I hate to be the bearer of bad tidings, but that is all I know.” she said, before looking across the chalice at him. “Would you like me to serve you now?” She meant the food, and anything else he desired.

<3>

State where in the estate you are at the beginning of every post.

Example: Estate Gardens.

As her parents were out visiting friends, Dominique was still in bed. She’d worked a long shift at The Cell Block Tango and hadn’t gotten home until the wee hours of the morning. Sally had been in several times to check on her, even had woken her at one point for breakfast. But Dominique simply mumbled something and went back to sleep.

It was one in the afternoon when her bedroom door opened once more. The drapes over the windows were pulled open, the afternoon sun slapping the single occupant of the bed right in the eyes. With a groan, Dominique burrowed her head beneath her pillow.

“G’way.” she mumbled. The blankets were yanked off of her and she sat up as the cool air hit her. “Sally! Dammit!” she cried, looking toward the source of her current aggravation. Only it wasn’t Sally who was standing at the foot of her bed, grinning like a loon. It was her brother, Damion.

“I hate you.” she muttered, irritated, falling back onto her pillow with an arm over her eyes.

“You don’t mean that, sis.” Damion smirked, swiping his fingers along the arch of her feet. She giggled and kicked out at him.

“Quit it, you pest. What do you want?”

“It’s almost one. Sally asked me to wake you for lunch since you missed breakfast.” Damion stated, sitting down at his sister’s side. She yawned before looking at him.

“I’m not really hungry.”

“What time did you get in last night?”

“Hmm…around three or so. Boss kept us pretty late. Some huge party going on.”

“I don’t know why you continue to work there, Domi.” he sighed, using the nickname he gave her when they were little.

“It’s good money, Dami.” she responded in kind.

“Yeah, but the man is a leech.”

“He may be a leech, but I get to sing and dance. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“Mother hates that you work there, you know.”

“She does not.” Dominique glared. “She’d prefer I not work there, but she’s as much an exhibitionist as I am. You’ve heard the stories of what she and Father would get up to when they met.”

“Please do not put those images in my head!” Damion cried out with a shudder. “I’m still trying to not think about the time I caught them going at it in the dining room.” Dominique laughed at her brother as she finally rose from her bed.

“Go on and scram. Tell Sally I’ll be down in a bit.” Her brother gave her a salute before he left her to get dressed.

It was a pleasant drive home from the Dangerfield estate, and the Count kept his beloved Elvira close to him as they enjoyed the delightful country air, only to return to the hustle and bustle of the city outskirts. Talk of more children had certainly been met with favour by the Countess, and of course, the Count was keen to get that started. He was already mentally undressing Elvira as she greeted Gerard and handed him her purse and coat. Course the Count kept in behind, like an ever present shadow, watching over her constantly. You would have to wonder if she found this intimidating after all these years, but she didn’t appear to mind.

“I will see to our daughter. Shall I…meet you in our room?” His wife’s skilled fingers traced up to his shoulders, and with that mesmerizing gaze of hers, it was hard for the Count to let her get away easy. Course, he wanted her to spend time with their daughter, for he was very much one for family interaction and bonding. No matter the age. He brushed his lips to the top of her head and uttered.

“Mmmm…I can agree to that. Mind you, we will have to advise the staff to turn up the music down stairs. I intend to be very vocal later.” With that said, he pulled back, and took off up the winding stair case to their room.

<3>

Elvira watched him go, hunger in her eyes as she watched his retreating backside. And what a lovely backside it was. She couldn’t wait to feel his muscular body pounding her into the wall, the bed, the table top, whatever flat surface they could find. Gerard was well aware of her thoughts at that moment and mentally shook his head. “Still in love and lust after all these centuries.” he thought to himself.

Elvira shook herself, bringing her thoughts back to the present and not trying to wonder if her husband was getting naked in their room. She went in search of her daughter.

Dining Room

Dominique sat at the table, sipping a glass of orange juice and reading the newspaper as her mother stepped into the room.

“Nice to see you awake for once.” Elvira smiled, kissing the top of her daughter’s head. Domi looked up at her mother and grinned.

“Damion woke me or I’d probably still be in bed.”

“Darling, you work too hard. You’re too young for that.” Elvira sighed, sitting down next to her at the table. One of the servants set a cup of tea before her with her thanks.

“Oh, mum. How many times must we have this conversation?” Dominique sighed.

“I know. I know. But I am allowed to be concerned. It’s a mother’s duty.”

“And I appreciate it, but I’m fine. I know the hours are long but the money is great.”

“As long as you’re happy with what you are doing.” Elvira stated.

“I get to sing and dance. Two of my favorite pastimes. That’s all that matters.” Dominique grinned, taking her mother’s hand and giving it a squeeze. “Where’s Daddy?”

“Upstairs.” Elvira grinned. At that, Dominique didn’t know whether to grin or roll her eyes.

“M-uuuuuu-th-errrrrr!” Dominique groaned. “I don’t want to know what you and Daddy get up to.” Elvira giggled and patted her daughter’s hand, before her look turned more serious. Dominique noticed the mood change and wondered about it. “What’s wrong? Are you and Daddy fighting?”

“No. It’s nothing like that.” Elvira smiled, reassuring her daughter that she and her father were more than all right. “What do you think…of your father and I having another baby?”

Dominique stared at her mother in surprise, sitting back in her seat after releasing her mother’s hand.

“Is this something you both want?” Dominique wondered. She wasn’t concerned with her parents’ advancing ages. Being who they were, they were pretty much ageless. But another baby? Dominique was surprised her mother had asked her opinion about it.

“Your father was the one to bring it up. It surprised me.” And it surprised Dominique as well.

“How do you feel about it?”

“Quite pleased, to be honest. I’d been thinking about having another one for quite some time now. I just didn’t know how to go about discussing it with your father.” Elvira admitted.

“Well I think it’s a wonderful idea. This house needs more laughter and love in it. And you and Daddy are pretty keen parents.” Dominique smiled. “After all…you did raise me and Domi.”

Elvira laughed, pulling her daughter into a hug, before she got to her feet. “I better go check on your father. No telling what he gets up to if I’m not around to temper him.”

“Just…lock the door.” Dominique made a face. Elvira grinned, wiggling her eyebrows at her daughter.

“Will we see you at dinner?” Elvira wondered before she stepped away from the table.

“Mhm. I don’t have to work until later so I will be here.”

“Oh good. I hope your brother is able to join us as well. It’s been some time since we had a family get-together.”

“I’ll find him and drag him back if I have to.” Dominique grinned. “Now go see to Daddy. You know how impatient he gets.”

“True.” Elvira smiled. “I’ll see you at dinner.” She left the room, heading up the grand staircase to her room she shared with her husband. Though most couples of the age thought sharing a room was completely taboo, Elvira and Virgo had no such issues with it. They enjoyed laying together, sleeping and waking in each other’s arms. It was proof of their great love for one another and they would not conform to societies standards. It was not their nature to do so. Had been since the beginning.

Virgo & Elvira’s Bedroom

Elvira sauntered into their bedroom looking around for her husband. He was not in their bed waiting for her as she assumed.

“Virgo?” she called out for him as she turned to lock their bedroom door, honoring her daughter’s request.

“Virgo?” The subtle click of the lock being turned broke the silence, aside from her own voice. Where was Virgo? That was a good question. The bathroom door opened, and the Count came out, with nothing but a towel to cover his modesty, and by the looks of things, he was anything but, as his pride was starting to show. He had already started the facets, and the steam was building within the opulent wash room. He leaned on the door, and then his lips curled up seductively, as his eyes ran over her form.

“A man can get lonely up here. I figured after that trip out you might be feeling a bit…dirty.”

At that he simply let the towel drop, and then walked over towards her, the sound of water hitting the tiles and glass of their shower creating a din. Reaching her, he licked his lips as the darkness crept over his eyes.

“Strip….now.” He didn’t lay a finger on her, just stood there in all his glory and waited patiently for her to disrobe. What happened after that, would prove his daughter right about locking the door. Although out in public, he was like her shadow, a guardian, in the bedroom….he was the Master.

<3>

“A man can get lonely up here. I figured after that trip out you might be feeling a bit…dirty.”

Elvira leaned back against the door, licking her lips. She wanted to purr as her succubus surged to the surface.

“I’m feeling…quite…dirty.” she murmured, her own eyes darkening as the towel slipped from his lean hips. She was mesmerized by him as he stalked toward her, his eyes pinning her in place.

He stopped directly in front of her, not touching her but she could feel his power radiating off of him like a comforting blanket.

“Strip….now.” he commanded forcefully. She gasped as his powerful aura slammed into her. Her skin felt electrified in the face of it and she gulped. She had never been more turned on in her life.

She slipped off her shoes, kicking them to the side. Drawing the edges of her dress slowly up her thighs, she unhooked her garters before rolling her stockings down her long legs. She kicked those away as well before straighting back up to face her husband. Drawing her hair back from her neck, she turned her back to him.

“Will you…unzip me, my love.” She whispered seductively over her shoulder.

“Of course.” The Count said simply, reaching for the tiny zip catch, and then slowly running it down to the full length of the zip. As he did this, her supple skin caught the light, and he could see the contours of her back bone. Releasing the catch, he placed his hands on the fabric that covered her shoulders, and brought it down her arms, as the dress was peeled down. All she had now was her panties, which he caught with his fingers and lowered down, his fingers gracing her thighs, till she kicked her lace panties off. A low growl emitted from his throat, turning her back around to face him. Time for the couple had stood still, and every time they made love, was a new and fresh encounter. She could see the hunger in his eyes, as he admired her naked form. The scent of the succubus was rising. If she needed feeding…he allowed it, for his strength meant he could take a great deal.

The Count took her hand, and then led her towards the bathroom, where he opened the glass door to a large tiled open wet shower, with double shower roses. The tiles were still cold, compared to the blasts of hot water coming out of the nozzles. Bringing Elvira in, he turned her to face him, his eyes blinking away the water, as he took a hand full of liquid soap, and started to massage it into her breasts, roughly. He grinned down at her, as his fingers slid up and under, then one hand sneaking down and finding his way between her folds. Two fingers started to thrust in, as his engorged member tapped her leg. Now her front was all soapy and slick, and the Count kissed her hungrily, as the water sprayed over the pair. He was going to have her begging for his cock, teasing her into crying out his name, all the while violating her with his thick digits.

<3>

He growled as she was turned to face him. She could see the hunger in his eyes for her and she was thrilled.She knew he would feed her if she asked, she would always ask him as she had learned her lesson from before. But she was faced with a differnt kind of hunger…hunger for her husband and what his passions for her brought.

He took her hand, leading her into the bathroom. Opening the glass door of the large shower, he drew her in. She shivered slightly under the cold tiles, but the water was warm, but her husband was hot and she was soon to follow. He took a handful of soap and began to massage her breasts. Her breath hitched in her throat as he teased and tweaked her nipples. She blinked the water from her eyes, looking up at him. She still had yet to touch him but that was soon about to change as she felt his hardness pressing against her thigh. His fingers slid down her body until he found her heated core, easily slipping two fingers inside of her. She gasped out loud, clutching at his shoulders as her eyes closed. He took that as permission to pull her hard against him and kissed her hungrily. She moaned into his mouth, sliding her slick and soapy body against his as the water poured over them both.

She throbbed around his fingers as he continued to press them into her, making her writhe and moan and gasp with desire. Turnabout was fair play and she slipped a hand between their bodies, wrapping a soapy hand around his thickness and stroking slowly. She purred at the silken steel of him, feeling him quiver at her touch.

“Virgo.” she murmured, biting at the skin of his shoulder. God, she loved this man.

“Mine!” His voice husky as he used one hand to lift her up to her tip toes, as he bent his knees due to her height, and then he pushed his hardened member up between the soapy folds, finding the ripe opening. Without a word, he pushed himself up, letting out an audible cry as he filled her to the brim, pushing up inside her womb. The glass acting as a brace, and with an animal like zeal, he started to take her hard, biting the back of her neck, as his hips rocked back and forth, punishing her ass as he took what was his.

<3>

“Mmm…yesssss.” she hissed, tossing her head back. She made a little mour of disappointment when he withdrew his fingers from her, but grinned delightedly when he turned her around and forcefully pressed her against the glass of the shower doors. He spread her legs with his knee.

“Mine!” he growled, as he lifted her up onto her tiptoes before he pressed himself forcefully into her. She cried out, her voice echoing off the tiles as he went deeper than he’d ever been before. He began thrusting hard, almosting punishingly so. She pressed her hands against the glass, pushing her body back against his and meeting his thrusts with her own. She clenched tightly around him, growling her pleasure.

“Yours! Yes!” she moaned, her breasts bouncing, nipples rubbing against the glass enclosure and enflaming her passions further.

Aggressively, he turned her around, and picked her up by her hips, and with barely a second to spare, he rammed her onto his hardness, that was erect and glistening from her sex. Large digits dug into the flesh of her ass, and he made her ride him, as he stood under the spray of the hot water. His right hand moving up to her waist, and he buried his face between her slick soap covered breasts, licking and biting, till working his lips over her mounds. Latching on fully to one breast, feasting on her like she was his last meal. He no longer spoke words, there was no sonnets of love. This was as primal as it got, and he was so close. She would be able to feel his urgency, as he brought her down hard on his cock, feeding it to her. No other man would give her such satisfaction, or love, the way he could. The very walls of the shower almost tremored as his throat let out a loud growl of hunger. Hunger for his woman. His tongue teased and flicked her pert nipple, while sucking forcefully, almost painfully. If she wasn’t marked before, she would be now.

<3>

He was ramming her hard, reaffirming is domination over her and she wanted to weep with happiness. She thrilled at his touch, moaned and writhed on his hardness. Calling his name over and over again as he thrust into her.

He stopped and withdrew and she actually growled.

Until he spun her around, grabbed her by the hips and slammed into her once more. Her head slammed into the glass behind her as she screamed her pleasure.

He buried his face between her breasts, rubbing his stubble against her body and she clenched tightly around him.

“Virgo! Please!” she begged, feeling herself getting closer and closer to that edge. He worked his lips across her skin, latching onto a nipple and biting hard, feasting upon her as if he were a hungry man freed from a desert exile.

She locked her ankles around his back as his hands held her in a punishing grip. She would notice bruises upon her skin later but at the moment, she didn’t care. She was his and he made sure she knew this in the most primal way possible.

“Yes!” she cried out as he slammed into her, her orgasm surprising her as it tore through her body at an impossible rate of speed. She shook and trembled, her fingers digging into his shoulders, nails biting into his skin hard enough to draw blood. Her head slammed back into the glass once again, hard enough to crack the material.

A second orgasm tore through her as he continued to pound into her body. Her hand flew back to slam into the glass, shattering it and sending glass shards flying around the room.

The second she slammed her hand back and the glass exploded, he gripped her tightly around the waist, to save her going right through the glass wall, and held her tight to him, as he struggled to get his breath. The shower faucet was still on, and water splashed all over the broken pieces of glass that now littered the floor.

His body was covered in scratch marks and he was bleeding all down his back and sides, as he continued to hold her down upon him. There was a long shudder, then he buried his face in her neck, his body coming down off the intense high, struggling to keep standing. His groans changed to that of raspy breathing, and then it softened again, as he stepped out of the hole, still holding her, his feet getting cut by the glass.

Padding back into their room, he carried her over to the bed, and laid her down gently, hovering over her, and started to nuzzle her, licking her as though he was the very wolf from within. Such gentle actions after a powerful session of love making showed the two sides of the Count. There was no way she could not feel the love he expressed in his actions.

<3>

“I’m sorry about the glass. Did you hurt your feet, darling?” she murmured, not wanting to spoil the mood by speaking out loud.

“If I did, it was worth it.” Virgo said with a husky tone. Laying with her, both still wet from the shower, their bodies showing the tell tale marks of their wild passionate encounter in the shower. “Explaining that to the repair man is…going to be difficult.” Virgo said with a chuckle, rolling off her and drawing his feet up, one at a time to pick the pieces of glass out. He winced as he did each piece, but then as the subtle clink of the glass bits hitting a small dish was heard, she would know that he was not hurt that badly. The euphoria of their coupling was more than enough to drown out any pain he might be feeling.
Rising to his feet, he saw the blooded footprints, and the mess they had made. He ran his fingers through his wet locks, and shrugged.

“Not as bad as what we did at the old estate back home.” He had a point there, they practically rocked the foundations of that building. This was part of the reason that Domi asked that they lock the door, for their antics were well known.

Virgo walked over to grab a toweling robe and threaded it through his arms, as he gazed back at his wife. He had been thinking a lot about the sister of Rupert, and how she seemed lost in this world. He then had an idea.

“Love….why not send a wire to your Brother, Bart. Ask him to come to New York for a vacation. Lord knows he could use it. Been running the family business since your father died. This…ball might serve two purposes. Hmm?”

<3>

Taking another mouthful of the blood in the glass, Shane’s pupils dilated and he was giddy from its affects. It was Carmen’s blood after all, and nothing was more of an aphrodisiac than that. pushing the door of her room open, he could see that she was watching some old black and white movie, her dinner plate empty. Shane licked his lips, and then downed the rest of the glass, setting it down silently on her dresser, and then stretching out full, as the effect of the blood was making certain parts of his body swell in size. Seeing Carmen laying on the bed on her stomach, he saw opportunity, and his grin got wider, as he strode towards the bed. His eyes wandered across her form, then clapped on her ass. So perfectly round, he started getting ideas.

Boldly he climbed over her and then with knees straddled over, her hips, Shane started to lick the back of her neck. His hot breath searing against her flesh, and then she would have felt the press of his thick member through his pants, rubbing between the cheeks of her ass.

“What you watching?” A question totally unrelated to what he was doing. Shane started to get excited, feeling the softness of her buttocks beneath him, and started to gyrate his hips into her backside, grunting loudly.

<3>

The bed shifted as he climbed up and over her, straddling her lower body, Her neck was like a beacon to him and she felt the wetness of his tongue across her skin. His breath was hot, teasing her further and she let out a quiet moan. She could feel him, large and thick, pressing against her ass.

“What you watching?” he whispered, gyrating his hips against her with little grunts and groans.

She swallowed hard, trying to concentrate on the screen and not what was going on behind her.

“The Ghost and Mrs Muir.” she murmured, unconciously spreading her thighs for him and rubbing back against him. “It’s a love story about a ghost who falls in love with a living woman. Very romantic.” she panted, her own arousal starting to show itself.

“The Ghost and Mrs Muir.” Carmen answered barely above a whisper, but loud enough to be easily heard. Shane glanced up the television screen, and he showed a wry grin, before feeling her start to spread her legs beneath him. God she was good to him. Her body was reacting on instinct to his, and he was responding in kind. Holding himself up with one hand, he reached and undid his trousers, letting his member be free from the restrictions of his pants. Now he could feel Carmen a whole lot better, and he lowered his hips, so she would feel it too.

“It’s a love story about a ghost who falls in love with a living woman. Very romantic.”

“Sounds….kinda sexy. Undead in love with a beautiful woman.”

Shane eased back a bit lower, so now he was kissing her shoulders, but being more forceful in his hip thrusts. He wanted her, he could smell her arousal, and even feel the moisture that was building. Carmen’s skin was so smooth and supple. His eyes rolled back as he remembered the time he took her while she was sleeping, and forced her to drink his blood. His body jerked in a spasm at the memory, and his husky voice could be heard over the tv.

“I never knew watching a movie could be so erotic.” Shane murmured, now taken in by Carmen, and he was fast becoming a slave to her body. The bed started squeaking, as her skirt rose up, and Shane was this close to pushing inside of her.

<3>

LadyBelz

“He…was a…sea captain…when he was…alive.” she stammered, breathing hard as the skirt she wore slid upwards, nearly exposing the bottom globes of her ass to the air of the room. “She…bought his…*oh god!*…house…and met the…*mmm!*…ghost…he wants her….*Shane!*…to write…his biography.” She tried explaining to him. The thong she wore was rapidly becoming soaked and her eyes crossed in an effort to concentrate on the television.

“Sh-Shouldn’t you be downstairs…with your…friends…” she moaned. “They…might come…looking for you!” she gasped as a particularly hard thrust pressed his hardness into the crack of her ass.

“Was he now?” Shane asked hearing the tremor in her voice. He could feel her body quiver and shake beneath him, and this turned him on even further, his hand reaching down and pulling away her thong, making it all the easier to penetrate her wetness. His fingers teased, as he held his hips up a moment, then removing his hand he pushed his hips back down and really got his head right about to christen her body. It leaked pre and with a wiggle he teased her more.

“She…bought his…*oh god!*…house…and met the…*mmm!*

“Mmm….I like where this is going….I do.”

.*Shane!*…to write…his biography.” Right on the screaming of his name, he plunged hard into her depths, and held himself inside her, biting down on her back, like he was trying to pin her down. No more watching TV, his face was buried in her back.

“Sh-Shouldn’t you be downstairs…with your…friends…”

He growled a loud…”NOOO!”, and started to take her forcefully, riding her hard into the bed, the TV show playing out the Captain and Mrs Moor, like everything was normal. The squeaking intensified, even the wall was rattling. His hips rose and fell sharply, his hardness growing in size within her walls. Shane was getting carried away, biting and with the animal like grunts, he wasn’t going to stop till he had reached the epitome. Fuck what the people were doing down stairs. Carmen was his to take and enjoy as he pleased. And did he ever.

He was so close, and he knew she would not be far off. Raising his head, his eyes glazed over, he roared, “Mmmph..going to…cum…Mmmah” A few more pumps and he then stiffened, and he growled out her name loudly..

“CARMEN!”

<3>

“Oh fuck!” she groaned, dropping her head to her arms, all pretense of watching the movie long over with. His fingers left her and she felt the head of his cock pressing against her.

As she said his name, he plunged into her without any type of warning, causing her breath to catch in her throat for a moment before a long, passionate moan eased past her lips. His teeth bit into the skin of her back and she jerked hard back into him, driving him deeper.

“Oh shit!” she moaned as the bed rattled with their exertions, the headboard slapping against the wall loud enough to echo to the rest of the house. She had forgotten that the door now stood open and that anyone could see them.

He seemed to swell within her and she cried out his name. He grunted and moaned behind her, pushing her into the mattress, biting at her like an animal…and she loved every second of it.

“Mmmph..going to…cum…Mmmah!” she heard him exclaim.

“Yes!” she cried, pushing back as hard as she could.

A few more thrusts and he stiffened and she could feel his seed pumping into her body. She clamped down around him, her own orgasm ripping through her body as she called out his name.

“SHANE!!

Jarvis, Misty, Bianca and Amelia were all enjoying their dinner, when suddenly you could hear the dull thud thud thud coming from upstairs. All four looked up, and then it got more intense, so much so that the glasses on the table started to shake, the drinks were showing ripples.

“What…are they doing?” Misty asked, as Bianca rolled her eyes, and nudged her sides.

“Sex, silly.”

“Sounds like that movie Jurassic park. You know, where the big T rex comes running up behind the jeep.”

-Thud…thud…thud!-

It was getting louder, and the two girls started to giggle, as Jarvis was smitten with Amelia.

“So…I uhm…take it you know what we all are.”

Amelia glanced up from her dinner and then nodded twice. She knew alright, it was written all over her face. Jarivs leaned his elbow on the table and looked at her with a renewed fondness. “You really would make a pretty one.”

“CARMEN!”

“Yep…its sex.” Misty said, taking a bite from a piece of potato, and chewing it, as she waved her fork around.

“SHANE!”

“Freaking loud…not even my parents are that loud.” Bianca said with a drawl in her voice. Finally it went silent other than some whispering. All four looked at each other, then continued to eat.

<3>

She began to giggle. “I think we forgot to close the door.” she murmured, a grin on her face. She turned her head to look at him over her shoulder, his face pressed into her shoulder. “What must they think of us?” she laughed huskily.

She pressed her head into her arm again. “Is this your way of asking me to come downstairs?” she wondered.

“Okay…maybe this was a hint to come downstairs. No one likes a party pooper.” He reached over and tweaked her nose playfully, then strutted out of the room whistling happily to himself, leaving her to come down on her own.

Down stairs – Dining Room

“Hey kids….how was dinner?” Shane commented, seeing their faces and their half eaten meals. He quirked a brow, as Misty pushed out from her chair and picked up a few plates. Shaking her head she said as she passed him;

“We were all put off our food by the sound of you and Carmen having sex.” Misty stated honestly. Bianca gave the thumbs up and Jarvis was still making eyes at Amelia, who was ready to go help do the dishes. Seeing Shane, Jarvis got up and stepped over to him, whispering in his ear.

“Got a request. I…wanna turn Amelia. Think she would be great as a vampire. What you think?”

<3>

“Oh god!” Damion moaned just before Sam’s lips covered his own. Another moan was wrenched from him as he felt Sam’s tongue tease across his lips. Tentatively, he slipped his own tongue from his mouth to touch across Sam’s and he wanted to die on the spot. He felt Sam’s hand in his hair, urging him closer, urging him to take what he wanted and Damion obliged, letting his tongue follow Sam’s to do battle inside their mouths. Damion thought his heart was going to leap out of his chest it was pounding so hard. Damion’s hand began to move faster as his arousal flared.

<3>

“Damion…I’m so close. Sam growled into Damion’s ear. Damion looked up and that’s when Sam kissed him fiercely, his tongue working its way into Damion’s mouth. The steel shaft in Damion’s hand went rigid before it pulsed hard, a liquid warmth covering Damion’s hand and chest. Sam had effectivly just marked Damion as his own. Gasping, Damion threw back his head and with a sharp cry, came all over Sam’s stomach and hand in return. His whole body trembled with emotion and he clung to his mate, tears streaming down his cheeks.

“Now, your mine. As I am yours.” He then scooped up Damion’s legs and carried him over to the shower, were he set him down, and turned on the faucet. The hot streams of water would bring welcome relief. Taking up a hand cloth, he drew Damion into the shower and started to wash him off slowly, using soap and water on the cloth. The water sprayed over them both, as Sam gazed down at the trembling Damion. “Feeling better?”

<3>

“Now, your mine. As I am yours.” Sam whispered.

He was surprised when Sam swept him up into his arms, bridal style and took them both into the shower. He set Damion on his feet and turned on the faucet. The warm water washed over their naked forms as Sam took a hand cloth and started to wash his mate’s body. Damion sniffled every once in a while, but for the most part, his emotions were settling into some semblence of calm.

“Feeling better?” Sam asked him, his tone gentle. Damion nodded, unsure of what to say. He was overwhelmed for the most part, having never expected to find his mate…and so quickly. His sister was going to be jealous. He chuckled a bit, looking at Sam.

“My sister is going to be jealous that she didn’t find her mate before I did.” he said. He turned to face Sam, reaching up to touch his cheek. “Thank you.” Those two words held a whole wealth of meaning to the younger werewolf and he only hoped his Alpha knew what he was thanking him for. Damion knew there was more to come in regards to their burgeoning sexual discoveries and trusted Sam to ease him through with love and care.

Stepping out of the shower cubicle, he reached for a towel and handed it to Damion, winking. “Why don’t you dry off, and get dressed. Then, I am happy to give you a ride home.” It was getting late, and Sam had an appointment in the morning, plus other business dealings he had to take care of. “I’m sure your father will want you up bright and early for work.” Sam got his own towel and started to dry himself down, before finding a shirt and pants to wear, something simple, to take Damion home. It was not that he didn’t want Damion to stay longer, he just knew that this was to be the first night of many.

Sam had so much to teach him, and he was sure that in the coming weeks, months, that their relationship would blossom, into something truly beautiful. The only downside….was keeping it hidden. It may have been the roaring twenties, but homosexuality was still illegal.

Dressed, he got the keys to his car, and then waited for Damion to get dressed, so he could drive him home.

“Ready to go?”

<3>

Damion nodded, shyly stepping out of the cubicle and drying off. He couldn’t help but take peeks at Sam’s nude form, thinking of how that gorgeous body was pressed against his own. He blushed as he thought about it and knew he would have something to fuel his most erotic dreams for weeks to come.

Once he was dressed, he waited for Sam to gather up his keys.

“Ready to go?”

“I left my car at Fred’s. Could you take me there, please?” he asked.

“Right this way, Damion.” Sam said with a sweeping gesture, and the two would leave the apartment, for the elevator, and then down to the foyer, before out to Sam’s car. Now that they were in public, Sam had to keep his wits about him, and let Damion get his own car door, while Sam jumped in the driver’s seat. Starting the engine, Sam looked across at Damion adoringly.

“Don’t ever change.” He said with a slight growl to his voice, as the car sped off towards Fred’s, so that Sam could drop him off. When would they see each other again? Hopefully, it would be soon.

<3>

“Let’s go inside. I have take-out menus on the fridge.” Rodger was passive in his actions and helped her out of the car, before walking off ahead of her. Amelia, who was dressed casually and with her hair down to her shoulder, followed in behind like a stray puppy, looking at him with large eyes, wondering when he would start to go off about Shane and Jarvis. Everything.

“Come on, Vampira.” He urged, and Amelia quickened her step, so she was just in behind him when he took out his keys and opened the door. Watching him go inside, she looked down a moment, so when she crossed the threshold, she didn’t trip, only to gaze up and feel him grip her hand and pull her inside. Here it comes…..

But it was nothing what she would have expected. Rodger buried his face between her shoulder and neck, saying he was so sorry…for everything. The feeling that ran through her, as he pulled her close. She truly felt home. She hiccuped a small cry, her face radiating her love for him. Forgiveness was something she was more than capable of.

“So am I. Rodger, I should have been more careful. I won’t make the same mistakes again. I promise.” Amelia blurted, fighting to hold back the tears that were welling in her eyes. Rodger then presented her with a small box. Opening it, she found a beautiful lace and metal studded collar. It was so sweet…and so her.

“Oh Rodger…you shouldn’t have.” Awe struck by the pretty collar. But it was not just the collar that had her so happy, it was what the collar symbolized. Once she put it on…she truly belonged to him. “I love it.” She enthused, undoing the clasp and then handing it back to Rodger. “Can you put it on me, please?’

Amelia turned around and lifted her hair out of the way, so he could once and for all…claim his girl.

<3>

He couldn’t stop the smile that spread on his face as he watched her undo the clasp. Soon she spun around and lifted her hair while asking in her irresistible voice to put it on her. Oh, he had every intention of putting it on her again, and no one would ever take it off.

Stepping forward, he took the collar from her wordlessly and clasped it around her bare neck. His green eyes focused on her soft pale skin and he felt himself hardening. Leaning down, he snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her flush against his hard on. While gyrating himself slowly into her so she could feel just how much he needed her, he leaned down to hoarsely growl in her ear “You are mine now, Amelia Reed. You belong to me, and I’ll never let you go again.” Without another word, he bit down on her neck sharply before he began to trail delicate kisses across the back of her neck. His left hand grasped her hip to keep her against him while the other hand reached up to knead her breast mercilessly.

He couldn’t control himself any longer, and he had to claim what was his with his body.

The hard grasping of his hand upon her hip pushed her tight up against his rock hard member, that she craved so desperately to fill her aching need. Her panties were already wet, and the pressure of his forced grip of her breast had her begging…pleading..

“Please…god please Rodger…take me…take me now. Claim me.” She begged, her hands trembling as she touched and pawed at him tenderly. He could be hard as he liked on her, and she would always be that welcoming lover…bringing him home.

<3>

Wrapping his arms around her waist, he then hoisted her up to carry her into the living room. They would christen every room of his house, he didn’t care if he was up all night. Bringing his woman to the couch, Roger set Amelia down on her feet and didn’t push her back onto the couch. Not yet. Falling to his knees, he lifted her shirt up slowly while looking into her eyes. His were soft and loving, but his hands were quick and needy. Placing a kiss to her hip, he then moved to tug her bottoms down.

With her bottoms and panties off, the lieutenant snuck her a sneaky look. Smiling like a predator, he leaned in to bite her hipbone. He wanted her pleasure to be mixed in with pain, and he had to hear his name on her lips. She was begging him and it was just what he needed to hear. Standing up straight, Roger tugged his shirt off and tossed it over the couch. Looking down at his woman, Roger became dominating as he was meant to be. “Take my pants off. Then you will taste me.” Placing a hand on her shoulder, he then forced her on his knees before him. His knees quivered in anticipation but he was careful not to rush Amelia.

“Take my pants off. Then you will taste me.” 

The force of his hand guiding her down, had her sink to her knees, all the while gazing up at him, before looking to his pants, where she reached up and undid the clasp, then slid the zipper down slowly. Both hands reached for either side of his pants and she pulled them down slowly, shaking her head as her hair fell off her shoulders. His pants down, she followed the same with his boxers, lowering them carefully, and exposing his cock, the tip already moist with pre, and pulsating with blood.

Wishing to be truly submissive, she placed both hands behind her back, interlocking her fingers. This would draw her shoulders back tight, and with her kneeling with her legs partly spread, and a curve to her spine, Amelia looked more than ready to accept her duty, to taste her Master. She wet her lips with her own tongue, and tipped her head forward, at first giving kitten like licks to the head, before her tongue slowly started to curl around and under the hood, so to reach his most sensitive spot, where she applied light flicks of her tongue. Eyes closed she was going by taste and touch. To watch her, she demonstrated skill, obedience and tenderness. Treating his member with care, to enhance the experience.

Her tongue then found its way to his shaft, and slowly she tasted, licked him right to his stomach, before drawing back and repeating this. Rodger had only said to taste him, and she knew that when he wanted her to truly take him in…he was going to do so by force. She opened her mouth further and sucked the tip of his cock, with slight popping sounds as she released. It wouldn’t be long before he would feel the need to take her head, and guide her onto him fully, and the real taste test would start.

<3>

As Amelia sank to her knees, Roger ran his fingers through her hair encouragingly. He was beckoning her to do as he commanded sweetly, but soon she would feel just how pain was when mixed with pleasure. With hooded eyes, he watched the way her hands locked behind her back. Nodding once, he growled hoarsely “Atta girl…don’t touch me.” And she didn’t, only with her lips. Amelia took Roger into her mouth like a skilled lover, starting out teasingly slow before taking him completely in her sweet little mouth. The sensation was enough to send him rocking back on his heels as his fingers tightened in her hair. Loosening his grip long enough to form pony-tail with her hair in one hand, he yanked on it gently at first. After a few gentle tugs, her jerked her head back hard, unable to take anymore of her ministrations without finishing right then and there.

It had been too long in his mind since he last had his woman, and he had to have her now. Pulling her up to a standing position by her hair, he leaned in to nip at her ear. Roger then stooped down to wrap his arms under her ass and whispered in his gravelly voice “You’re coming with me.” Lifting her up in one swift movement, he tossed her over his shoulder and carried her upstairs to his room.

Once inside, Roger quickly slammed the door to his bedroom and held her against the nearest wall. His lips crushed against Amelia’s hungrily as his hands pinned her hips to the wall. After a few moments of licking and nipping at her mouth, he pulled back to ask in a breathy voice “Here, or the bed? Make a fast decision or you don’t get any of me.” His eyes flashed darkly as he taunted her. Roger would have Amelia even if he had to take her on a dumpster outside.

Watching his face with anticipation of what he would ask her to do for him, she fell silent, to hear his voice, and see the look of lust in his eyes.

“Here, or the bed? Make a fast decision or you don’t get any of me.”

“Here…Sir, Here.” Amelia called him Sir. Why? Cause she believed he owned her, and that was what he should be called. Would he accept this? One could only wait to find out. She was very quick to make her response, for she desperately wanted him…more than anything.Amelia drew her hands back, not to touch him, till he wanted her too. The wait was excruciating. Already her panties were wet, and she knew that they would soon be off on the floor discarded…very soon.

<3>

Pressing Amelia into the wall, Roger reached over to rip her panties clean off. It was a nasty habit he was developing, but he was all to eager to just buy her whatever she wanted. With her panties out of the way, Roger smiled down at her darkly “Judging by how moist those were, you are more than ready for me.” Amelia wanted him right there against the wall, and her raw desire to be taken there instead of a bed had him still raging hard. Reaching up, he unhooked her bra and tossed that aside with a free hand as the other kept her against the wall.

Bare against bare, Roger pressed his chest to hers so he could feel her breasts against his chest. Leaning down, he brushed his lips tenderly across her shoulder as he slowly guided himself to her opening. Suddenly, he simultaneously slammed into her womanhood while biting down on her shoulder hard. Soon he fell into a rhythm that had him slamming into her hard enough to make her head bob.

Pushed forcibly up against the bedroom wall, Amelia’s bare buttocks slapped the cold plasterboard, again and again, as Rodger took her with enough force to make her head bob. The witch with a flair for emo clothes and wild ideas, was now where she wanted to be, being taken by her lover, and made sure she knew she belonged to him.

The hard biting of his teeth sinking into her shoulder blade, had her cry out his name, begging him not to stop. Her naked body glistened, and the friction between her nipples and his chest, caused them to peak and harden. Amelia was breathing in short sharp pants, barely able to contain herself. Her nails dug into his back, as he held her up by her thighs, and rammed himself repeatedly into her, thrilling Amelia to no end.

So animal like, the sounds of his grunts, and hard rutting was going to make her cum before she could cry his name again.She could feel the pressure of his teeth, punishing her skin, and thought she may bleed. The pain was delicious, as it was pleasurable. Nothing could spoil this moment.

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Going to get a brush from her bag, it was then she heard Rodger say “Holy Shit”. Wondering what that could be, when she looked up, he said that the text was from Jennifer the girl that had been caught kissing Galtem in the club that night and that she was in some sort of trouble. The thing that was surprising was she was with Galtem. Looks like she did leave William after all.

“You can come…if you can deal with seeing him.” Amelia suddenly looked scared and then backed up. It was not that she didn’t want to see Galtem, she just knew how insanely jealous Rodger got if she was around another man, and Galtem used to be her best friend. Watching him get freshened up and grabbing his keys and wallet, he asked her if she was coming. “I don’t think so. I might stay here, and wait for you, Sir.” she said quietly. It was not that she was disobeying, she just didn’t want him to throw a tantrum if Galtem even looked at her.

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The candle light had long gone out, and it was way past dinner time. The dining table places were all set, just not used. Amelia had placed the Chinese take out in the fridge, since it was just going to get cold and spoilt. Sighing, she had paced the room, so many times she left tread marks, each time looking out the window, hoping he would come home soon. She had got his text, and texted back, but she didn’t feel like texting him again. That was just overkill, and besides, she was supposed to wait to be called, not the other way around.

Amelia finally flopped down on the couch, and picked up the TV remote, turning on the television. She idly flicked through channel after channel. Nothing on, and nothing worth watching really. Not even the re runs held her attention. Amelia was starting to get annoyed. Why was he taking so long? What was it about Jennifer that had men run to her? William, then Galtem, now Rodger? God, who else did she have tangled in her web of drama? No wonder Melinda couldn’t stand her. Amelia was starting to clue into why. She took up a cushion on the couch and screamed into it, before tossing it across the room in an unusual fit of anger. The candle lights in the room all burst into flame, a sign that her energy was now filtering in through the room, almost charged by her. She calmed herself as she saw what she did. Panting, she quickly went around and extinguished all the flames, but the thought was still in her mind.

She finally caved, tired of waiting up, and decided to just go on up to bed. Amelia knew she would have to go to work in the morning, so waiting up any longer meant less sleep time. Amelia turned off the TV and then headed upstairs, where she crawled into Rodger’s bed, and then snuggled his pillow, going off to sleep.

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Roger sped back to his house as fast as he could. He had left Amelia waiting far too long and for nothing. Jennifer had said she wanted his help, but there was really nothing he could do. Until Jennifer could sort through her feelings and decide what she wanted for herself, the lieutenant was no help. In his personal opinion, he believed she should forget William and Galtem altogether and start a fresh life of her own…but he knew that wasn’t going to happen. Hundreds of years invested in two men took a lot out of you.

Pulling into the driveway, Roger climbed out and locked his car. Walking up to the door, he opened it up and called out “I’m home, baby!” Sticking his head inside, he saw the lights were out. Sighing softly, he stepped completely inside and shut the door. Had she gone home? Walking into his kitchen, he headed over to the fridge and pulled it open. There was the food they were supposed to share together. With another sigh, he shut the door. Stepping into the dining room, he saw the candle and table was set. Rubbing a hand over the back of his neck, Roger could only stare in silence. His evening alone with Amelia had been ruined.

Soon Roger found himself going upstairs to his bedroom. He hadn’t received a text back from Amelia so he assumed she had gone home and went to bed. The lieutenant couldn’t blame her if she was upset. But as he stepped into his bedroom, there was his perfect woman laying there. With a soft smile, he walked over to stand over her.

She was absolutely stunning. Roger reached down to brush his fingers over her cheek before unbuttoning his shirt. Pulling it off, he then tugged his pants off and padded over to the other side of the bed. Climbing in, he inched closer to Amelia and wrapped an arm around her so he could pull her close. Placing a kiss on the back of her neck, he then closed his eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep with her.

Sam chuckled softly under his breath, to see how timid Damion was being over something simple as a muscle moving under his hands, a simple flex was all it was in response to Damion’s touch. When Damion withdrew his hands, Sam shook his head as though trying to explain that it was all okay.

“I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?” Damion whispered, looking up at Sam so innocently. Sam knew there was one way to show him it was natural.

“It was exciting me, not hurting. Look, allow me.” Sam brought his own hands up and gently guided them over Damion’s chest, then up to his shoulders, which he kneaded, and went on to dance his finger tips down his arms. Sam’s eyes were warm and kind, and his method was gentle and slow again. It seemed to be the way with him, though he had a better sense of control than Damion. One hand did drop lower, and started to massage Damion’s growing manhood, as Sam watched his face for his reaction. “Does this excite you?”

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“Oh!” Damion grinned, blushing fiercely. Sam’s hand dropped lower and began to massage Damion’s hardness. Damion sucked in a breath and bit his lip to stifle the moan that threatened to escape.

“Does this excite you? Sam asked. Damion didn’t think he had enough air to speak, let alone think about how he was feeling. But if the mind-numbing pleasure streaking through his body was anything to go by, he was very excited.

“Yes!” he gasped, clutching at Sam’s shoulders as if to anchor himself in the here and now. He stepped forward and dropped his head to Sam’s shoulder, trembling and moaning as Sam stroked him to full hardness.

Sam felt the tightening of Damion’s grip on his shoulders, trying to steady himself, as his knees were almost set to buckle from the feelings that were now racing through him. A raging wild fire that was a heat to inflame his passions within. Now, it had reached a point where Sam wanted to let Damion experience more pleasures of the flesh. He whispered into Damion’s ear as his own breathing became ragged. “Just enjoy me.”

Sam moved around so that he was now at Damion’s back, and he reached around, with a firm hold on Damion’s hardened cock, and started stronger massaging, all the while, he rubbed his own hard member between Damion’s ass cheeks. Sam kissed and sucked on Damion’s neck, with his tongue flicking the skin, all the while his body was now writhing with Damion’s Panting hard, his peaked nipples traced across Damion’s soft back, and the tension between them was building. It wasn’t full on fucking, but it gave the sensation that the Alpha was in control of Damion’s pleasure. He grinded his own cock up and down the insides of Damion’s cheeks, while now using both hands on Damion; one massaging his balls, the other pulling his cock in a steady rhythm.

“My baby…” Sam uttered as he rubbed his stubbled cheek against Damion’s.

So saying, Sam moved around until he was at Damion’s back. He reached around his waist and began to stroke him in earnest. Damion cried out, clutching at Sam’s arms as his eyes rolled back into his head. He tried to pull air into his lungs, especially when Sam pressed in behind him, rubbing his own hardness between his cheeks.

Damion couldn’t stop the moans that escaped him. With the double sensations of Sam’s hand on his cock and his hardness firmly pressed into him from behind, Damion began to wonder if he would simply spontaneously combust where he stood. Sam kissed, nibbled and licked at the skin of Damion’s neck, his body writhing against Damion’s as the passions flared between the two men. Damion was panting hard, his body jerking in Sam’s grip as his mate’s other hand moved to caress his balls. Damion couldn’t help his reactions. Every jerk on his cock sent him grinding against the hardness at his back. His breathing was harsh and rapid and he felt lightheaded.

“My baby…” Sam moaned behind him as he rubbed his stubbled cheek against Damion’s smooth one.

“Sam…God…Sam!” Damion cried out, his whole body flashing between hot and cold as the sensations mounted. Their bodies writhed together, a fine sheen of sweat making their movements more fluid. Damion felt an unknown force moving through his body and thought he was dying. It felt very strange and it was something he’d never experienced before in his life.

A moment later, his whole body went ridgid in Sam’s arms and with a cry of his name, Damion experienced his very first true orgasm…that paled in comparison to the one he experienced previously with Sam. His ejaculate shot from his body in a stream, covering Sam’s hand and the floor at his feet in its pearl luminescence. His body spasmed with each jerk of Sam’s hand, as if he wanted to pull each tremor from him through Damion’s cock. Damion unconciously squeezed the cheeks of his ass around Sam’s cock, the slickness of their mingled sweat creating a delicious friction over Sam’s own cock.

Sam’s hand continued to stroke out each jet of jism, that splattered over his own hand and the floor at their feet. The continued writhing went on unabaited, as both men were now swept up in a craze of unadulterated lust. Feeling Damion clench his ass cheeks upon Sam’s member as it slid between them gave him a feeling that was indescribable. Sam tilted his head back, and continued to work his member between the tight fold, which had now built up a lathering of sweat that gave off a masculine odour Sam couldn’t resist. Hearing Damon cry out his name, made Sam release his hand from Damion’s balls and take his cheek to turn his face enough that he could kiss him hungrily, as he continued to more or less hump him from behind. The Alpha had pleased his mate….that was obvious, and now he wanted to finish what was started. He brought his jizz covered hand around and lacquered his own throbbing member with it, as he broke the kiss.

“You’re my wolf…down on all fours.” he said in a husky voice, as he continued to work Damion’s cream all over his member. Lubrication was the key to this…and Sam knew it would hurt Damion if he didn’t. But Sam was so heady, that he was struggling to think. If Damion got down on all fours, Sam would get in behind him, to take him properly.

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“You’re my wolf…down on all fours.” Sam ordered, his voice husky with need.

Damion whimpered and did what he was bid without hesitation. The time for waiting was over.

He was ready for his mate to claim him fully.

He spared a brief thought for his father, but at that moment…what his father wanted and what Damion wanted were two completely different things. Damion was right where he wanted to be, and if his father had a problem with his son’s choices…Damion knew he would have a place to go.

“Sam…please…” Damion begged his mate, his oversensatized body writhing beneath his mate’s hungry gaze, the rounded globes of his ass a sweet temptation to the one who was about to claim him for his own.

Such a sweet delicious sound was that of Damion whimpering, wanting more attentions from his mate. What was to come however, would be the final act in their coupling, that made them whole with the other. Sam could only smile and nod as his lover went down as told, and got into the position favoured by wolves. Sam lowered to his knees, and as Damion begged softly “Sam…please…” Sam used one hand to gently stroke his back, while two of his fingers made their way to his puckered rim, that was sure to flinch as soon as it was touched. Sam rubbed the tip of his cock that was well lubricated against Damion’s tight hole, and then slowly fed in the two fingers, as he hunched over Damion’s back, and started to kiss along his spine. This was again slowing down the action. Why? Cause if this was not done carefully, it may well hurt and scar Damion, and Sam didn’t want this to be as painful as it could be. The twin digits started to pump his ass slowly, one finger curling to widen Damion’s insides, but this would also stimulate Damion’s prostate gland, which was incredibly sensitive, much like a woman’s G spot.

You could hear the throaty growl of the Alpha as he worked Damion’s ass….preparing it for what was to come. When he had done it for enough, he then withdrew his fingers, and with his own member leaking pre, he pushed the head to the rim, and whispered. “This will burn for a few seconds….but once it stops, you will enjoy it. I promise.” That said, he slowly pushed in an inch, and his hand rested upon Damion’s hips, so he could gauge how far and how soon to enter.

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~When Two become One.~

Sam held still the moment he had entered Damion fully. He could tell he reached the point when Damion grunted and then murmered that he trusted and loved him. Seeing him look back, Sam’s face softened, then he tilted his head back as he withdrew slowly, pulling back his hips, his hands smoothly dragging back over Damion’s sides, till he had almost pulled out fully. Sam stopped and then he chewed his bottom lip as the tightness was addictive. An almost grainy feeling within Damion, against Sam’s slick member. He spat down on his member, and rubbed it in to lubricate it further, and then he moved his hands upward as he started to push in again, slowly…ever slowly, filling his lover. His head tipped forward, and droplets of sweat hung on the tips of his hair, as he grunted from the pleasure that he was experiencing. Damion’s breathing technique was helping him cope with relaxing his inner muscles to accept Sam’s girth. Once he reached him fully inside again, Sam bent forward and again kissed Damion’s back. From here it began, slow, precise movements. It felt incredible, and was true love making on his part.

Two had become one.

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That feeling when Damion reached around and squeezed Sam’s left ass cheek, was his way of begging Sam, to mark him, and claim his beta once and for all. His body was now ready and he had reached a point where his body accepted Sam’s girth willingly.

“Sam…now…please!”

The Alpha felt and heard the beta beg for his mate, and this brought out the full wolf that had been holding back all this time. He arched his back proudly, and gripped Damion’s hips forcibly, pushing his way into him in one hard thrust that was sure to send Damion’s mind spiraling. He withdrew and then it began, a series of hard pumping of his thick member, that was being milked now by Damion’s inner muscles.

“Damion….ah Fuck!” Skin started to slap skin, as their bodies smacked against each other, the fire of Damion’s ring heating up Sam and he was now lost to his desires. He reached for Damion’s hair and gripped it, tilting his head back, before lowering his upper body and nipping at the back of Damion’s shoulder blade. Sam now was riding Damion hard, his balls slapping against Damion’s. He was so close…so close.

“Damion….God!…I’m cumming!” He roared and stiffened as he pushed inside him fully, and started to throb as he began to fill Damion with his seed. His continued growls and moans filled the room.

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His cries mingled with Sam’s as they were now mated for all time. Sam gripped Damion’s hair, pulling his head back as Sam lowered his upper body and nipped at Damion’s shoulder.

The sounds of Sam’s balls slapping against Damion’s thighs was music to the young were’s ears and he growled out his desire. He felt the repeated sensation of an orgasm approaching and urged Sam to go faster.

“Damion…ah Fuck!” Sam cried out.

“Sam! Yes! Ah! So…close…so…good!” Damion groaned. Damion’s toes began to curl and he reached between his legs to stroke himself against Sam’s thrusting.

“Damion….God!…I’m cumming!” Sam shouted, pounding hard against Damion’s prostate before he stiffened. He pushed inside a final time and Damion felt the throbbing wetness within him as Sam filled him with his seed. This tipped Damion over the edge and he cried out his own orgasm, spurting all over his hand and the floor beneath his body.

Both men quivered together as they came down from their orgasmic high. Damion pressed his fevered head to the cool floor and for some reason, burst into tears. Great hitching sobs that were nearly painful in their intensity.

For the first time in his life, Damion felt truly free. He felt Sam disengage from him and was pulled into his arms.

“I’m sorry…I don’t mean to cry…but that was the single, most wonderful experience of my life.” Damion whispered, pressing his face into Sam’s shoulder. “I love you, Sam.” Damion sniffled.

In the iridescent glow of the moonlight, and their own auras, the pair were once again intoxicated by the other’s scent and flesh. To some this may seem candid and even dirty, the way he spoke to her, and handled her so roughly. But truth be told, this was their own mating dance. He may have offered cheesy lines on entry, but now he was not pulling punches. His snake like tongue slithered across her supple flesh, tasting that salty flavor that hid beneath it her life giving blood. Always causing his arousal, which she captured with skilled hands, once she removed his pants and shirt. Carmen was keen to get him in a state of undress, and he let her; while he enjoyed teasing her, slipping off one bra strap at a time, then reaching around to unhook her bra, and pulling it off with a gentleness. He was holding back of course. Why rush unwrapping such a beautiful gift?

As she worked his stiffness with her slender digits, he ran both his hands down to the base of her back, then brought his face down between her breasts, before his lips kissed their way to her right mound, and he murmured as he started to tease and lick at her pink nub.

“Mhmmm…only you know how to work a man this hard, baby.” He rolled his hips forward to encourage her, spur her on, as he growled upon the taut flesh of her bosom. “Forget Chinese…I’m eating you.” That said he hungrily went up a notch and took to her with a renewed vigor, sucking at her breast, teeth about to penetrate, as the lust turned his eyes a brilliant shade of red.

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“Mhmmm…only you know how to work a man this hard, baby.” he groaned, rolling his hips beneath her hand.

“Shane.” she mewled like the hungry predator she was, her own eyes glazed with lust for her mate.

“Forget Chinese…I’m eating you.” he groaned as he pulled her breast deeper into her mouth. She felt the tips of his fangs pressed against her skin and she tossed her head back with delight, her own fangs shining in the moonlight.

“Yes!” she hissed, her voice echoing with the power of the lustful vampire goddess within her. Her hands released his hardness to press his head against her body, encouraging him with her actions to take what she offered, with her blessing. Her body was his temple and she wanted him to worship it in any way he desired. The thin slip of lace covering her womanly folds was damp with her essence, she was turned on so much by this man.

It always amazed her how hot he made her. She enjoyed his attentions, his lust, his needs for her body, her soul. Not caring if anyone heard her, she cried out her desire as his fangs finally pierced her flesh. Her whole body writhed within his arms as he drank from her, the ache between her legs becoming nearly unbearable.

She felt as if she could orgasm from his feeding from her alone.

“Oh fuck me!” she moaned as her body gave up the fight. She creamed, soaking her panties in her juices as he took her blood from her breast. She had never been more turned on, more horny in her life…and in death. “Oh fuck, Shane! Mmm!” she cried out once again as a second wave of passion flared through her.

It had never been like this before, never this powerful or this quick. This was something new between them and it was heady.

Her voice was rich and throaty. So full of lust and want that Shane himself unable to hold back, the Vampire within him charging to the fore. Already he could feel the slickness of her inner folds, that had dampened her lacy briefs to the point they were saturated. This only made it easier for him, to slide his engorged shaft between them, glistening the head that was soon to penetrate her, just like his fangs had pierced her milky breast. Shane growled loudly, though she could hear the sucking of her blood that oozed out of the puncture marks now inflicted into her rounded flesh. Almost animal like, his claws gripped her back, so she could dare not escape, but by the sounds of things, Carmen had no plans too. Her body reacted like never before, as she came with force, and cried out for more as she was ready to ride the second wave of their feasting fuck. He pulled back his head, and you could see the stain of her blood as it ran down his chin. His teeth painted crimson as he stared at her with renewed lust. His claw reached down and tore free the pink lace panties, which simply dropped to the floor, and before Carmen could blink, he turned her round, so her hands would be splayed on the desk, right near the red roses as Shane would move in behind her, using one hand to grab her by her left breast.

His free hand slapped her buttock cheek hard, before he aggressively pushed his head between her ass cheeks, and started to rub himself with the lacquer of her own sex upon him. Grunting loudly, he couldn’t hold back, and hunched over her, as he pushed himself within her soaking jewel. Shane started to rut her hard, all the while trying to bite onto the back of her neck, in a frenzied display of ownership.

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Hard to believe that wasn’t but a few short moments ago.

He pressed in behind her, grabbing her left breast as he smacked her hard on her ass. She yelped in shock, a fierce wave of lust over his actions nearly buckling her knees. She felt the head of his cock pressing against her, rubbing her and making her moan with renewed lust. He grunted and pushed himself hard into her waiting wetness, her body sucking greedily at his hardness.

She cried out and jerked back against him as he pounded her hard and fast. It was what she wanted, what she needed and she didn’t hold back her cries of ecstasy as she felt his fangs sink into the back of her neck.

She belonged to him, and he to her. Her body was his to use as he saw fit, her submissiveness was his nectar and she submitted to him totally and completely in that very moment.

Her body was one massive wave of need as he rolled within her. She brought her leg up, resting her knee on the desk and made a squeak as this pressed him so deep within her womanly folds that she felt as if he were drilling into her brain.

“Yes!” she cried out as her third orgasm in less than 15 minutes rolled through her body.

One thing, that turned Shane on above all other things, was hearing and feeling his woman reach her orgasms. In a sense it showed to him that he was more than capable as her lover, to give her the feeling of belonging. She took his rough actions well, and rode beneath him, even bringing her leg up so she could feel him so deep within her, that she would be screaming his name on her third orgasm. But if you think he was going to just stop there, she was sorely mistaken. Cradling her, he pulled out and then turned her over onto her back. The rose petals now scattering beneath her in a vision that words could not describe. She was simply beautiful, captivating and worthy of further attentions. Though he had yet to experience the full climax, he wanted to make her cum again, and once and for all cement his place as her dominant lover.

Parting her legs, as she would lay panting on the desk, he slowed everything right down. Grinning, he moved to run his fangs over her swollen clit, as his tongue flitted in and out, snaking inside and tasting her sex. This had him close his eyes, and concentrate on her delicious taste. Bringing his arms up either side, he locked them around her thighs, and began to tongue fuck her slowly, every few breaths he would growl into her, his voice vibrating against her sensitive flesh. Shane’s tongue muscle worked harder and harder as he felt her inner walls close around his tongue. He swallowed her nectar, much like a man dying of thirst.

Shane was doing all this for her….the true love of his life.

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She was about to demand he finish the job when he did something she least expected. He parted her legs and his head disappeared from her line of sight. Her head fell back to the desk with a thunk when she felt his teeth run over her swollen clit and she cried out when his tongue entered her body, snaking in deep to feast upon her nectar.

His arms went around her thighs, locking her in place so she couldn’t move, couldn’t get away from his ministrations as he worked his tongue in and out of her body. He growled against her skin, sending shockwaves through her. Her head rolled from side to side, her back arched and pressing him deeper. She clenched around his slippery tongue, not knowing if she wanted to move away from his mouth or press herself closer.

“Ahh!!” she shouted as another orgasm rolled over her, making her whole body almost levitate from the desk and leaving her shaky and weak like a newborn kitten. He was dominating her in a way he’d never had before and she had never felt more claimed then she did in that moment.

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Carmen cried out as the fourth and final orgasmic wave hit her, and as it did, he locked on, and sucked hard, his lips pressed hard up to her jewel. He made sure he got ever last drop of her as she was left shaking and weak upon the desk. Slowly he released his hold on her, and withdrew back, with his chin and lips glistening in her sex. Seeing her like this, laying on the desk totally spent, he couldn’t help but chuckle to himself.

“You’re going to remember this, every time you pull up that chair.”

It was almost comical, and then Shane winked, as he got his clothes and started to dress himself. He had a sense of accomplishment, that was worth more to him, than an orgasm. He then sat down in her office chair, and reached for the phone, dialing the number of his favorite Chinese restaurant.

“Wan? Shane Williamson. Yes…can I order numbers 15 and 37…oh and a number 9. Yes, and if you could have it delivered to the Police station, Carmen’s office. Thanks.” He then hung up and then turned the chair to look out at the beautiful full moon. It was a night to remember.

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The hidden truth, the real face of Shane Williamson, was one that he had kept hidden from view all this time. Caught off guard by his beloved, and her sudden desire to woo him into revealing himself, had an affect that even he did not foresee. The press of her fangs into her vein brought a cry from his lips, and he could feel himself losing to the terrible demon below.

“Love…you aren’t ready…for this.” His words said in a staggered way, as though fighting for breath, as she sealed the puncture wounds in his neck. His head tilted back, and his mouth fell open, as he started to shudder violently, his eyelids flickering and showing rapid eye movement. Carmen didn’t stop, taking off her bra and then taking his hands to place on her breasts. He started to squeeze and grope in a brutish way, as his eyes snapped open, and he actually started to rise from the chair. The true vampire was coming out, and his clothes tore from his body, as great wings unfurled behind him. His face elongated and he held Carmen upon him, their bodies locked together almost His eyes were blood red, and a twisted smile appeared on his lips.

He was much larger now, and he held her easily, as his powerful jaws locked down on her neck, his thirst and hunger for her becoming animalisitic, as he forced her to bounce upon him with one hand, yet drinking her blood voraciously. Shane had become inhuman, and his wings beat powerfully, flying her into the nearest wall, where he continued with gusto. Feeding from her while fucking her violently. It was a dangrrous combination, and could not easily be stopped. The vampire drew his head from her neck, and then latched right onto one of her breasts, nearly tearing at it. Would she be able to cope?

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“No…you couldn’t have.” she stated with conviction. The next words she spoke, came deep from her heart and expressed her love for him in a way an “I love you.” could never manage. “I…trust…you.” she stated slowly, her eyes bright with the love she felt for him. She pressed a hand to his chest, right over the spot his heart would have been beating if they were living creatures. “You are not a monster. You are the man I love with my whole heart and soul. You could never hurt me. I…trust…you.” she repeated, pressing her lips to his in a kiss so tender, it would have made a strong man cry.

She pulled back from him once more. “I trust you.” she repeated a third time, pressing his forehead to her chest as she gave him the comfort of her body.

They stayed that way for some time as she allowed him to try and get control of his rampant emotions. His mind was in turmoil but she remained silent and gave him all the support she could give him as he tried to come to terms with everything.

When she felt he was ready, she eased back. “Ready to go home? We could both use a shower and a rest. I’ll stay with you, if you’d like?” she asked. Though they lived in the same house, they were still sleeping in seperate rooms. “We can go out the back way. No one would see us.” she suggested, pointing at her torn clothing. She did have a spare set of clothes hanging on the back of the door, but didn’t feel like changing. She just wanted to get Shane back to their home for some rest and comfort.

The moon rose high in the sky, and cast its light down through the large glass windows that made up much of the eastern walls of Sam’s apartment. Laying curled up within Sam’s arms, was his soul mate and most cherished Damion, who had finally fallen asleep after the long shower they had together. Sam had slept soundly for much of the night, but subconsciously, he kept a close hold on his lover, drawing him into his body. Finally Sam’s eyes opened, and he could only gaze adoringly at the young man he held in his arms. The night had not been a dream, they had really made love to each other, and Damion had accepted him as his mate. Sam couldn’t help, but run his hands across Damion’s chest, while smelling his hair, and pulling him even closer than before. He didn’t wish to wake him, he just felt so complete having Damion laying in his bed. This was no simple love story, but their feelings were so deeply intertwined now. They were close on another level to most other people.

Sam knew if he stayed in bed, he was going to get carried away, already feeling a touch of morning wood. Thinking he was better to let Damion sleep, he pulled away and rolled out of bed, finding a light pair of cotton pants, and padding over to the kitchen, to make himself a pot of coffee. yawning and scratching his stubbled chin, he put the pot on the stove and lit the match, turning on the gas. Sam must have looked pretty rough, but in a sexy kind of way, as he leaned against the counter, and waited for the water to boil.

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Damion was simply having the most erotic dream he could ever remember having. It was all sensual, skin touching skin, long teasing kisses culminating in that final act of love and desire as a body pressed upon his.

He moaned in his sleep, turning onto his back as the sheets rubbed over his sensitized skin. His body throbbed as the dream continued; lips caressing every inch of his body causing him to gasp and groan in his dream-lover’s embrace, fingers stretching and preparing him for what was to come. That single long press of hardened steel that made him gasp out loud.

He sat up as he did so, the dream slowly dissapating as he woke. His heart was racing and his cock was hard enough to pound a railroad spike as the sheets pooled into his lap. He rubbed a hand over his face, surprised. The dream had been so realistic to him. He gripped his hair in his hands and struggled to calm himself down. He was about to climb from the bed, not yet realizing he wasn’t in his room at home when his backside gave an angry but delicious twinge and he stopped moving, a groan easing past his lips.

His head shot up and his eyes snapped open as he quickly took in his surroundings. This wasn’t his room.

He was in Sam’s penthouse…in Sam’s bed…

Last night had been no dream.

He smiled.

Hearing the delicious sounding groan coming from his bed, Sam raised his head and glanced over, only to see his lover writhing in the sheets. Fuck he looked so hot doing that. A twitch from Sam’s lips as he could only imagine what Damion was dreaming about, and he then poured himself a hot cup of coffee, and another for Damion should he wake up. He tried to keep the noise down, but he found himself staring over at Damion, again and again. Finally, Damion sat up in bed, and for a moment he appeared to look lost. The way he was grabbing at his hair. Poor thing. Sam picked up both cups and started to walk back over towards the bed, only stopping to set down the cups and the youth in him could hardly resist seeing his mate with a massive erection.

Sam climbed onto the bed, and then crawled up to his lover, his eyes watching him like a predator.

“Morning….Damion.”

He then started to kiss Damion’s neck, though he was on all fours still.

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Sam set down the cups on the side table and crawled onto the bed, eyes watching him like a hawk. Damion felt his pulse race for a whole new reason.

“Morning….Damion.” Sam whispered, kissing Damion’s neck as his body hovered over his own. Damion let his head fall back and his eyes closed.

“Morning.” he moaned, fingers clenching into the sheets beneath his hand. “H-How long have you…been…awake?” he stammered as Sam’s lips trailed over his skin. Reality beat dreams any day and Damion wanted to pinch himself to see if he was still awake.

He couldn’t help himself as his hands slid upwards across Sam’s chest, feeling the wiry frame beneath his questing fingers.

Sam could only smile between the kisses, hearing that gorgeous submissive tone of Damion’s. The stutter in his voice as he asked how long he had been up for. “About twenty minutes.” He pulled back from kissing him and stared down at his lover’s twitching erection. Sam’s cheeks actually flushed and he then whispered.

“What were you dreaming about, love? I could hear your moans from the kitchen.”He knew it had to be something about what they had experienced, but Sam wanted to hear Damion actually admit it. He flexed his pecks as Damion ran his hands along Sam’s chest, and let out a low growl of satisfaction.

Sam reached out and ran his fingers through Damion’s hair, before cupping his cheek. Again he was being gentle…like the calm before the erotic storm. It was just how he felt best to be with his love. They had made love but once, and followed that with heavy petting, but he didn’t want Damion to feel pressured. Sam wanted Damion to come to him, and let their relationship grow naturally.

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“Please, love.” he stated once more, a plea. She couldn’t ignore him, not now when he was still feeling so much. She nodded, knowing she needed him as much as he needed her. But she was going to do this right. She reached out and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, sliding the material down his arms until it pooled around his wrists. His bare chest was exposed to the air and she watched his nipples pebble and harden beneath her gaze. She leaned forward, brushing her lips across his collarbone before trailing downward to suckle at a nipple, biting gently with her teeth. She blew air across the little nubbin of flesh, causing a groan to ease past his lips. She ran her hands along the hard planes and muscles of his stomach and chest as she stepped between his spread legs. She tilted his head to the side and leaned in to sniff at his masculine scent. “I love you.” she whispered, just before she sank her fangs into the thick vein at his neck. His blood, now suffused with her own, flowed into her mouth and she moaned at the taste of him. “Forever and always, love.” her mind brushed across his own as she drew his blood into her mouth. She felt his arms wrap around her once more as she took her fill of him.

The mind link between Shane and Carmen, was so strong, there was no need for words. Their bodies merely acted out the wishes of their minds, and Shane glanced down as Carmen took his hands, and cupped them to her breasts. A look of hunger crept into his eyes, and without warning, tore away at the soft material that covered her rounded globes. Expertly unhooking her bra, and tearing that off her shoulders, the frantic pace got worse, as he swept all the ornaments and trinkets, files off his desk, and picked up Carmen by the waist, then laying her down upon the desk top. Her hair splayed out around her face, made her look hauntingly beautiful, as he released himself from his pants, the trousers sliding down to just below his knee. Now he couldn’t stop himself, throwing her legs up over his shoulder, and positioning himself, his finger hooked into her panties, and tore them aside, in a jerking movement, that would tease her ripe lips. One hand free, he brought it down on her right bosom, and then thrust himself into her without a word said.

“I’m here…always…fucking…HERE! Inside you…feeling you…wanting you…feeding you…loving you!” he said in the mind link, while grunting audibly. She would feel his balls slamming against her back door, while he filled her up with his engorged shaft, pumping her vigorously with her juices, making for a hot friction. Shane’s shirt was unbuttoned, and she could see his full maleness in its prime. “Fuck I love you!”

<3>

But up top, things had heated up so much, that Carmen had laid herself out for Shane in a manner that made it even easier to hold her down. He stared down at her, his lips parted enough, as a drop of blood seemed to just hang from his bottom lip. His fangs discolored with her blood. She was bewitching to watch, as she writhed and arched her spine, gripping the table and then helping herself to her own flesh and pushed her fingers deep between her folds, only increasing the stimulation, and this set Shane off again. To see his woman pleasure herself as he ploughed her hard, gave him the extra push to reach the orgasmic finish line with her. No sooner had she screamed “Oh fuck!” Shane was right behind her, repeating the same words “Take it, Girl..Take it all!” Her clamping down on his thrusting cock was the pinnacle, and he gripped her breasts with both hands, using them to lever him in, the last few thrusts. Hard enough that they were skin to skin, smacking hard, then he started to release in hard blasts, jets of white coating her insides, as she stiffened and rode out her climax. His balls tightened, and he brought himself down to her breasts, one at the time hungrily tugging at them, licking and flicking the nubs, as she milked him dry, and had no energy left. Shane remained within her, his hands pinning hers down her legs still around him, but they remained fused together in the afterglow of their tryst.

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“Ready to take on the world, babe?” she wondered. His head came up and he gave her a tentative smile and a nod. “Do you think we should let Amelia come out from under the desk now?” she smirked. She had caught a glimpse of the young witch’s foot as she had dived beneath the desk before passion fogged her mind. She wasn’t embarassed over the fact that they had an audience. She was just sorry Amelia was subjected to their mutual lust.

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“I’ll just….show myself out.” Amelia said quietly, then nimbly picked up her bag near the door, and stepped outside, getting out her cell phone and calling for a taxi.

About ten minutes later, a yellow taxi pulls up, and she hops inside, praying that Rodger was still out working on that issue with Jennifer. As the cab pulled away, she huddled in the back seat, wondering if Shane and Carmen even noticed she was gone.

Probably not.

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(thread change, Rodger’s house.)

She could still see some semblence of worry behind his eyes and she kissed him warmly.

“Stop worrying so much, Shane.” she murmured. “We will get through this and I will do everything I can to help you get her back. All right?”

The sun had gone down an hour beforehand and all was semi-quiet in Shane’s household. Jarvis was making a meal in the kitchen while Bianca and Misty were quietly discussing what had happened at the beach and how to talk about it with Shane. None of them had seen him or Carmen since she’d brought him home that morning and were hoping things were okay between their sire and his mate.

In Shane’s bedroom, it was a different kind of story. Carmen had woken first, firmly wrapped in Shane’s arms and hadn’t wanted to move. Their naked bodies were pressed so close together she could feel every hair against her skin. She smiled before pressing a kiss to his chest in the hopes he would stir. He mumbled something but made no move to wake. She tried a different tactic, scooting even closer to nibble at the skin of his neck as her hand trailed along the skin of his arm and back. There wasn’t a real need to feed upon his blood. It was a simple act of love.

Entwined beneath the cool cotton sheet, Carmen was already stirring, as the automated shutters system had come to life and was lifting up revealing a pitch black night sky, with the moon out in full. Shane had not yet awoken from his slumber, but he did have a firm hold upon his mate, cradling her close to him. Whatever he was dreaming about, he mumbled incoherently, while she tried to stir him awake, with a light kiss to the chest. Nope, that would not be enough to wake our D.A. He had really tired himself out the night before, so waking him was going to take a little effort.

Soon, Carmen had changed tactics, and nibbled on a very sensitive area on the back of his neck, while her fingers danced up and down the skin of his back and arm. This…had an effect.

“You’re touching me.” he said with a groggy sounding voice, one eye opening, and then his hand reaching to take hers and toy with her fingers. “I like it.”

He adjusted himself and rolled over, so he could stare directly into the eyes of his love and then smiled at her.

“Evening, love. Mmm…You don’t want a feed do you?” He asked, having felt her nibble the back of his neck. “I could…rustle up a blood doll…and we could…eat sushi off her before drinking her, then…having mind blowing sex. OR, we could join the kids down stairs and eat…regular food.”

His eyebrows danced and he smirked, awaiting her reaction.

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“Evening, love. Mmm…You don’t want a feed do you? I could…rustle up a blood doll…and we could…eat sushi off her before drinking her, then…having mind blowing sex. OR, we could join the kids down stairs and eat…regular food.” His voice was rough and ragged and it made parts of her sit up and take notice.

“Mmm. Not hungry for food at the moment.” she whispered against the skin of his neck, sliding her tongue across his Adam’s apple and down to one of his nipples. She slipped the nubbin of flesh into her mouth and bit gently before swirling her tongue across its hardened peak. “How are you feeling this evening?” she asked, continuing to kiss, nibble and lick her way across his body. Her hand slipped between them and gently surrounded his member in her hand, stroking firmly. “We never did get that Chinese food last night.” she remembered, raising her head to nibble at his lips.

“Mmm. Not hungry for food at the moment.”

While Carmen may not have been hungry for food, she was hungry for something, or someone else. Shane. Her hot whispers danced across his neck, her tongue skillfully teasing his adam’s apple, which moved up and down as he swallowed and tilted his head back slightly. The wily minx began her tour of his body with her tongue, sweeping down to his nipple, which she swirled around before biting it into hardness.

“How are you feeling this evening?”

“Right now…horny as fuck.” This was true, since she had now started stroking his member to hardness, then reminding him that they never got to have that Chinese meal the night before. “The delivery guy probably creamed his pants if he heard us in your office and dumped our dinner.” This was the last intelligible sentence that Shane would make, as he was reduced to dull groans, starting to move his legs and stretch out beneath the cotton fabric sheet.

Carmen brought her head up and started to nibble at his bottom lip, and that was it, he quickly flipped her and straddled her with ease. Looking down at her, licking his lips, he uttered.

“Forget Chinese…I’m eating in.” He then buried his face between her mounded breasts and motor boated in a frenzy.

<3>

“Hmmm.” she mumbled, now thoroughly distracted with the hard muscles beneath her. When she moved up to nibble at his lips, it seemed to be enough of the teasing for him. He flipped her beneath him and planted himself between her spread legs with ease. He looked down upon her and licked his lips.

“Forget Chinese…I’m eating in.” he grinned, pressing his face between her breasts. She giggled at his antics, poking him in the sides.

“Shane!” she laughed, trying to tickle him into submission. He was in a playful mood this evening and she was glad to see him so carefree.

With his face buried between her gorgeous breasts and humming to himself in a musical way, she started to poke him in the sides, in an effort to tickle him into submission. But what it did was had him pull his head up and then give her an evil eye.

“Are you poking me?….Are you…poking me?…Is that your game? Poke for poke? Well, love…cop this!”

Oh he poked her back alright, raising up his hips and then with his pre covered member proudly standing to attention, he start to poke the head just inside her opening.

“This..*poke*…is….*poke….how….*poke*….you….*poke*…do it!” Now he was teasing her, only going in a few inches and then pulling out again, knowing full well, that once she got a taste of that, she was going to want a whole lot more.

The grin on his face grew as he waited for her to protest and moan.

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Oh now it was on, with him teasing her mercilessly, by only entering her a tiny bit but making her want more. She rose to the challenge, gripping his ass cheeks tight and then drawing up her head to nibble his neck. Damn her, this always had a way of making him weaken. His laughter started to wane, and then you could feel the poking changing. Not teasing thrusts, but now he was going deeper, as he got bedroom eyes all of a sudden.

“Two can play this game, lover.” 

It was no longer a game to Shane, his breathing changing, and his whole body moving in a smooth motion. She would no doubt feel it, as each time he entered her, he got deeper and deeper. This was toe curling stuff, at its finest. The teasing was at an end…a more serious affair was taking place.

<3>

As they held one another, staring into each others eyes, their bond solidified into something so strong, nothing short of death would break it.

He caressed her cheek, his love for her shining in his eyes. No words were spoken between them, for no others needed to be said. He pulled her close and kissed her with everything he had. It was desperate, but it was perfect, and she gave as good as she got, sliding her fingers into his hair and moaning as their lips and tongues slid against one another.

The blanket Jarvis had slipped around Carmen’s shoulders fell to the floor as she turned to straddle Shane’s lap, not removing her lips from his. They both needed this contact. As she was still in her bikini, it would give Shane easy access to her body if he desired.

Jarvis came to check on them at one point because it had gone entirely too quiet and he was actually flushing in embarassment when he returned to the room he was sharing with the girls.

“Are they all right?” Misty asked.

“They’ll be fine. They just need some time together.” Jarvis mumbled, still red faced. It had been like walking in on his parents having sex and though he knew Shane and Carmen went at it regularly…it was still embarassing to see.

Neither Shane nor Carmen realized that Jarvis had popped his head in to check on them. They were caught up in each other to the point nothing else seemed to exist. From Shane’s lap, Carmen moved to straddle him, as the blanket that Jarvis had placed over them fell to the floor. They were kissing each other deeply, and in a way this was how they copped with what had happened. The need to feel, touch and explore each other, as a way to find comfort from the other. Shane’s hands moved across Carmen’s shoulders, and down her arms, as he licked at her lips, and tugged on her bottom lip. This was not just about sex, though they did it often enough. They were both very sensual creatures, and this was what Carmen needed. Shane undid her bikini top, and undid it, drawing it from her body, before looking into her eyes. His fingers and lips may have been cold to touch, but his eyes held an inner warmth.

Another man had tried to take Carmen away from him, no doubt about it. Shane was once again claiming her, as was his right. Though he was often dominant and forceful, this was not a time to exercise such over her. The vampire treasured her, adored and loved her so much, that he had an untapped resource of strength that he never knew he had. Seeing her naked breasts, he lowered his head, and then nuzzled the right with his lips, before latching on, his hand moving to cup her left, and knead the nipple till it was taut. His hardness thickened beneath her, but he didn’t force her upon it. For now, he was simply loving her…giving her the chance to respond as her body wished.

<3>

He undid the ties of her bikini top at her neck and back, slipping the material from her body and tossing it to the floor. He lowered his head, nuzzling the right breast with his lips before pulling the taught nipple into his mouth. He cupped her left with his stong hands, kneading her skin until it puckered beneath his fingers.

Carmen whispered words of love and desire in the quiet of the room as Shane loved her. Her fingers ran through his hair as he suckled at her and she could feel the hardness of him pressing against her still-covered bottom. She moaned lightly, desire slowly igniting as she submitted her body to him.

They had weathered their first storm in the battle against Vincent. And they now knew what he was capable of, and who he was most likely to target first. Carmen was not going to fall apart like she had again.

“Shane…love me. Mark me as yours once more.” she whispered. She slid from his lap, moving to standing, not caring that she was bare-chested. She held out her hand to him and if he took it, she would lead him downstairs to the place where he had claimed her as his the night he brought her to his home.

It was symbolic.

A padded room, that he used to keep those prisoner or captives of his heart and pleasure. This was where it had begun for Carmen and Shane. A time when they denied that they loved the other, but in fact what lay beneath was a love so strong that it would be almost prophetic. He opened the door, and then holding her hand he led her in, letting the door close shut behind them. It was here, in this cold room, devoid of colour or fancy fittings, that Shane found his voice.

“So long ago, I brought you here. I captured you, and then I tormented you.” His hand brushed over hair, to move a stray curl behind her ear, as he continued to speak, his voice echoing as he did so. “I came to you at night time…when you were asleep. I took you, and as I held you I made you mine. You drank from me, as I buried myself deep within you.”

Shane stared into her eyes.

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“And I have never regretted it.”

History was to repeat, as he looked into her eyes, and knelt to tear her bikini bottoms, planting a kiss upon her mound, before rising to standing. Blue eyes piercing hers, as his fangs descended, and he inhaled deeply her scent.

“I dream of you constantly…I dream of drinking you dry…for I cannot get enough of you within me.”

He then led Carmen to the bed, and urged her to lay upon the bed, following her and laying behind her. It was how it was that same night…he tore at his wrist, so the blood would start to flow, and brought it around to her lips.

“Drink from me.” At this he bit down on her neck, breaking her skin and growling long and deep. The pair would start the ritual of completion, or joining. Shane closed his eyes, and pushed his hard head inside her moistened jewel. The feeding started with the subtle rocking of their hips together….a beautiful sight, bodies moving in time…enjoying each other’s blood, and recapturing their love once more.

<3>

Shane opened the door ahead of her and lead them both inside, quietly closing the door behind him. Carmen looked around the room, the place where it had all changed for her. The manacle that had held her captive had been removed, as had the blood-stained sheets from when they had taken Brandi, and each other.

Shane finally spoke as she turned to face him. He stared into her eyes, slipping a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

So long ago, I brought you here. I captured you, and then I tormented you. I came to you at night time…when you were asleep. I took you, and as I held you I made you mine. You drank from me, as I buried myself deep within you.” He moved closer to her, pinning her in place with his gaze. “And I have never regretted it.”

“Nor have I.” was all she could think to say. He knelt and removed her bikini bottoms, pressing a kiss to her mound in supplication as she ran her fingers through his hair. He rose up before her, his fangs descending and inhaled her scent.

“I dream of you constantly…I dream of drinking you dry…for I cannot get enough of you within me.”

“Shane.” she whispered, a plea…for him to take what he wished from her. He took her hand and lead her to the bed, urging her to lay upon her side as he moved in behind her. It was the same position he had taken with her the night he made her his, only this time, she knew what to expect.

He tore at his wrist, making his blood flow and brought it to her lips.

“Drink from me.” he urged as his fangs sank into her neck, growling with lust behind her. She gasped at the pleasure-pain as she brought his wrist to her mouth. The moment her own fangs sank into his skin, his thick manhood pressed into her from behind and slid home within her body. Their hips rocked together as they fed from each other, a neverending cycle of love and unity. His blood energized her, his love sustained her as she released his wrist, licking at his wounds to seal the flesh. Done, she took his hand in hers and pressed it against her slick folds as he thrust into her body. She wanted to do all the things she’d only heard about but never had the guts to try. And she wanted that with her mate.

“Take me. Mark me. Love me.” she urged him, pressing his hand hard against her.

“Feed. he ordered, in a repeat of the night after he had claimed her. There was no hesitation from her this time. She scooted forward until she could wrap her arms around his well-toned hips, licking at the blood trickling from him in a fount. She looked up at him, catching his dark gaze with her own as she sank her fangs into his skin.

His blood re-energized her, his soul touched hers, his mind flowed with hers as did his blood.

«”Mine.”» she whispered across his thoughts. Again she sealed his wounds once she had taken her fill, and before he could move away, she moved lower and slipped his hardness into her mouth, sucking at him as if he were the last piece of candy on the planet. She moaned around his length, taking great enjoyment in pleasuring him in this way. And if his groans above her were anything to go by, he was enjoying it as well.

Staring down at her, his back arched so that his pelvis was pushed forward, Shane groaned in pleasure. They had shared in taking each other’s blood, a symbol of the mark, and now she was feasting on his flesh, taking in his long hard shaft, and treating it though it was delicious candy. Shane brought both hands down and then raked his fingers through her hair, before taking hold of a fist full. He only did this, so he could tip her head back slightly, and see the look in her eyes, as she downed his cock. Carmen was so skilled this way, teasing his delicate edge just under the hood, and then long laps to the base and back. He started to rock back and forth slightly, enjoying her hot wet mouth.

Then he had an idea, and withdrew from her.

“Lay down, love.”

If she did so, he would straddle her face, then lean on down, and bury his own face between her thighs. Pressing the head of his cock to her lips, he would start to drive his tongue between her slick folds, hovering over her, as he enjoyed her nectar. Shane would only speed up, as she took him to her mouth, and let the pleasures they were giving each other flow through her.

<3>

A light seemed to go off in his mind and he withdrew his flesh from her, causing her to moan in disappointment. But it seemed he had a better idea.

“Lay down, love.” he urged. Wondering what he had planned, she did as he bade before he straddled her face, pressing his cock to her lips. She was excited beyong all measure at this manuveor, even more so when he bent forward and buried his face between her thighs. She took him into her mouth once again, moaning around his flesh as his tongue did pleasurable things to her lower body.

Her body writhed beneath his as he lapped up her sweetness, her own mouth and tongue doing wicked things to him. She relaxed her throat muscles, allowing him to slide deeper into her mouth. She worked her throat around him, and it was all the more better since she didn’t have to breathe.

Her juices were flowing as her orgasm approached. She sucked harder at him, urging him on, begging him with her body to make her cream. Her moans were coming louder the closer she got, the vibrations of her throat surrounding him in their grip.

And she was there!

She sucked at him hard, swallowing him deep as she bathed his mouth in her body’s release, her hips arching up off the bed as much as they were able with him over her.

This was the first time they had done such a manouvre, but Shane wanted to enjoy her as much as she enjoyed him. He parted her legs and then lapped between her folds with his rough tongue, while using two fingers to prize within her hot sex. All the while, he moaned as she deep throated him, working her tongue around him. Their bodies both writhed together, trembling from the excitement of their actions. Shane could hear her moan, wanting him to push further, and so he fingered harder, pushing as far as he dare, his tongue working and then nipping at her sweet lips. The build up within him was getting so, he found himself bucking with his hips, and soon he felt her release. Closing his mouth over her ripe opening, he drank from her, as her thighs locked on his head, while he started to fill her mouth with is seed. Shane shook violently, as he felt her milking him down. Together they were caught up in the tasting and sensations. Shane’s tongue coated, his mouth drenched, while her’s would be the same. Their moans would fill the air, as they finished each other off. Shane licked at her slowly, and sensually, cleaning her with his tongue.

<3>

“I love you, Shane.” she whispered, her voice hoarse from his desire. “Love you so much it scares me.” she whispered. Vincent had almost gotten to her…almost stolen her away from her mate. She was never so thankful for her fae powers then she was at this moment.

And then Misty almost being killed…

Carmen felt tears well up in her eyes at the thought of that young, vibrant vampire being killed. The shock was wearing off and as Shane moved around, she pressed a hand over her eyes to try and stem the flow of tears.

“He needs to die.” she whispered, pressing close to him.

Listening to her as she whispered, and tried to hide her eyes from his gaze; Shane could feel the anger starting to build inside of him, that though they had renewed their love for each other, Carmen was still deeply troubled and upset about the attack that night. He gently tried to pry her hand away from her eyes so she could see he was not wanting her to hide her tears from him. He felt very much the same way, and pulled her close to him

“I promise you, he will be found and destroyed. I simply can’t have you all living in fear.”

Shane tried to kiss away her tears, and bring comfort to his beloved. She meant more to him than his own un life. In the back of his mind, a plan was forming. One that hopefully would end the nightmare that Vincent had brought into their lives.

“Carmen…believe in me, that is all I ask.” He said, with blue eyes locked on hers. She would have to know that the man she loved was working out a way to end the tyranny.

<3>

“I promise you, he will be found and destroyed. I simply can’t have you all living in fear.” 

At that Carmen laughed. “Oh I’m not scared anymore. Now I’m fucking pissed off!” And this was truth. She had been caught off-guard and unaware. Now she knew his face and his agenda and she would fight him tooth and nail until he was but ashes in the wind. She belonged to one man and one man only and she was wrapped in his arms.

He kissed her tears from her cheeks as she put her arms around him. She could sense he was planning something and hoped whatever it was, caused Vincent great pain, more then Shane had already dealt to him.

“Carmen…believe in me, that is all I ask.” he stated, his blue eyes staring into her brown ones. She did believe in him, like Peter Pan believed in fairies. He’d never once broken a promise to her, never lied to her and she trusted him with everything that made her who she was.

She smiled then, a smile full of so much malevolence it would send normal humans running in fear.

“Rip the bastard’s throat out and piss down the hole.” she growled.

From the very first time Shane had met Carmen, there was this edge to her. Devious almost. Powerful and well damn, she could make a man’s balls shrink right back inside themselves, just by the steely gaze of her eyes. But not Shane. God…the first time he met her, he ran back to his office and jerked himself off so hard he hit himself in the eye. (LOL) There was an allure to her…a passion that he knew once he had her, he could feed off her raw energy. But he came to find she was so much more than that. She wasn’t the iron lady all the time. A woman of many facets, like a diamond. Beautiful. In her eyes it reflected his own passion, and now his resolve. And she was pissed off. Her smile to him, that she wanted to see him rip his throat out and piss down the hole, had him smile that award winning Hollywood grin.

“Fuck…you talk like that again, I am going to bang you to next Sunday.” He growled back, before gnawing on her neck, not to tear it open, but to show he was incredibly turned on by her nature.

They were made for each other.

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“He scared me. I don’t like being scared and I’ll be damned if I let him do that to me again!” she snarled, tossing her head back so he’d have better access. “Spill his blood back to the earth…make him eat his own dick! That bastard has fucked with wrong woman!”

Oh she was beginning to think of all the different ways she could eviscerate Vincent in the most painful way possible and was broadcasting those thoughts to Shane as he devoured her neck.

“Maybe we could stake him to a tree and douse him in fire ants.” she stated. “Or…or…Oh! Vampire bunny rabbits! Yes! They could drain his blood and take over the clan!” she snickered.

“Yeah, you’re right. Bunnies aren’t evil enough. I’ll think of something.” she nodded. Then she looked back at him. “Where were we?” she wondered, wiggling her eyebrows at him, before reaching between them to cup and stroke his wilting erection. That look was back in her eye. “How long until morning?” she whispered seductively.

“Few more hours at least. Why..what did you..” Shane’s voice trailed off, as Carmen’s skilled hand was working its magic on his softness. “Oh….so that is what you want.”Shane said with a dark chuckle. Facing each other, he nipped her bottom lip, teasing it and then releasing it. So full of blood and plump it was. He saw a droplet of her blood, teasing him as it captured the candle light, and his long tongue swiftly collected it. The taste was beyond compare.

“You know…if I had ever figured out earlier you were this eager to please, I would have done you like a dinner over your counter in the kitchen that time.” He still had pleasant memories of that encounter, since the sexual tension was unbelievable. “You hated me so much…or wanted to fuck me but couldn’t bring yourself to admit it.”Shane had a way with words, and these were to entice her further into his arms.

“You are everything a man could dare want and desire….and your mine.”

That pledge of ownership was finished with a throaty growl, as he rolled her over and mounted her. His blue eyes darkening as he licked at her full lip teasing.

“Mine to fuck…mine to hold…mine forever.”

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He wondered what she was about when he felt her hand caressing him and a wicked grin crossed his lips. He nipped at her bottom lip, breaking the skin slightly before releasing it. A droplet of blood formed at the corner of her mouth and he licked at it, moaning in delight at the taste that was uniquely Carmen’s.

“You know…if I had ever figured out earlier you were this eager to please, I would have done you like a dinner over your counter in the kitchen that time.” he stated. This caused Carmen’s eyes to glaze over as she thought back to that night. He looked right at home in her kitchen, stealing her food, stalking her in her own home, teasing and taunting her with her subconcious desires. She groaned in rememberance as she recalled that had been one of her deepest, darkest fantasies.

“I almost thought you would have. I probably wouldn’t have resisted you then as you staked your claim.” she whispered huskily, sliding her leg up and over his hip. “The fantasies I had after you left…I don’t recall how many cold showers I had to take, or how many times I pleasured myself thinking of it.”

With a growl, he rolled her beneath him and entered her body, causing her to grip him tightly within her as he moved within her. His eyes were dark as he licked at her lips. “You are everything a man could dare want and desire….and your mine…Mine to fuck…mine to hold…mine forever.”

“Shane!” she moaned, tossing back her head as her desires ignited her body once more. He knew how to play her body like a finely tuned instrument and in return she gave him everything he wanted. Leaning up on her elbows, her lips began to caress the skin of his neck, tongue sliding sensuously across his skin, teeth nibbling delicately and driving him to further heights of passion.