Vamprotica 2006 Part 8

"I don't understand, Electra. Who is he? Why is he here?" His tone held a hint of mutinous denial at the arrival of another male.

She stroked the side of his face. He was such a beautiful young man. She hated the thought of sharing him, of watching him change beneath the attentions of Johan. Although he did not realize it now, by the end of the night he would become besotted with Johan, a willing slave to his every demand.

"Come with me and I will explain everything." Johan had given her thirty minutes to impart a lifetime of information and rules. Nate had never taken a man into his body, never shared himself in that way. Now she must prepare him to become one of Johan's possessions.

She reached for his hand and led him up the spiral staircase to the bedroom above. When she was done, he would be more than ready to accept their master. She had been lenient these last months with him, she now realized. It was time for her to take command or it would only be harder for Nate to adapt to his new position. If there was anything Electra was good at, it was convincing a lover to explore unknown territory.

Even though she hated Johan for his abandonment, she wanted Nate to know only pleasure in the submission to Johan's desires. For in all honesty, no master would pleasure and care for him better than her own sire. Hate him she did, but it was an emotion tinged with remembered love and pa.s.sion as well.

Electra led him into the darkened bedroom, lit only by a mult.i.tude of candles flickering throughout the room. It had been prepared for their tryst. She could not have known it would be so altered from her original sensual plans.

In her own way, she had come to care for Nate through the intervening months as she introduced him to her world. It was not with the same depth as she experienced with Johan. That emotionwhat might be called love by mortalstranscended any pa.s.sion or love she had ever understood as a living human. It encompa.s.sed so much more.

That night at The Blood Pint when she first met Nate, she had planned to seduce him, to feed from him, and to walk away, leaving him much as she did any other she supped from. But something inside her altered that night. Instead she took him with her, and claimed ownership of his living soul.

It was not love in the usual sense, but for the first time she had sought a companion not of her own kind. Eventually, she brought him to live with her here in her home wanting him close by. Trust like that which he gave to her did not come often. He brought her a sense of contentment she had never experienced beforenot even with Johan.

She would prepare him as best she could for Johan because she did not want him hurt or damaged in any way. But sadly, even in that, she knew her first alliance must be to her sire.

Nate cupped her face and leaned down to kiss her. She liked the taste of his tender, sweet kisses. He did please her so very much. She pulled back with regret. How she wanted to savor the quiet pa.s.sion she had come to know with him.

"Nate, we must prepare." She began to help him off with his jacket, then untied the black silk bow tie and allowed both the jacket and the tie to drop to the floor. She slid her hands up along his shirt front.

"Prepare for what, Electra? Who is that man and what does he want with you?" His warm hands clasped hers, halting their movement. She looked up at him. How would he take what she must reveal to him?

"Johan is my sire. Do you understand what that means?" She saw the questions in his beautiful eyes and she reached up to stroke his silky hair, releasing it from the confining band. It swirled about his shoulders, perfectly framing his defined, attractive features. Like a dark angel fallen to earth. Honestly, how could Johan not desire him?

"He made you a vampire? Is that what you mean? He's a vampire, too?"

"Yes. That's part of it. He also owns my soul. He claimed it so many years ago, yet I haven't seen him for close to one hundred years. But now he is back and I owe my first loyalty to him. He's going to claim what belongs to him by right of first possession." She began to unb.u.t.ton his shirt.

"What do you mean?"

She paused and looked up at him. "He owns me. I own you. He owns us both. He wants to claim you. Tonight. s.e.xually. And he wants your blood. Your first loyalty from this night forward will be to him."

He backed away from her, shaking his head. "You can't be serious. I don't do men. You know that. I don't want to be with anyone but you."

"I'm sorry, Nate. He will have what is his. There can be no going back. I will make it as easy as I can for you."

"You can't ask this of me, Electra. You know I'd do anything for you, but thisthis is going too far. I can't do it."

Her eyes bore into him. He was not going to make this easy. She would have to take control; at least until he understood what he must do and allow himself to submit to the pleasure.

"You will do as I ask." Her hand again slid up over his chest and she brought her lips to his, demanding his acceptance, his submission. "Think of it as an adventure into the unknown, much like when I first took your blood," she purred as she moved down to rip each b.u.t.ton from his shirt with her teeth. "Do you remember following me into the darkness? Allowing me to do what I wanted with you? Do you remember the heightened pleasure you experienced at accepting the unknown? I would never allow him to do anything to hurt you, you must know that."

"Electra," he groaned.

She nibbled at his puckered nipple through his shirt and she heard him hiss, felt his c.o.c.k grow harder, saw the bulge at the front of his pants. She brought one of her hands down to stroke across it, cup his heat, and press. She felt him shudder and then thrust his groin against her touch.

"That's better, my love," she purred against his shirt, then tore it open exposing his smooth, hard chest. "You are so beautiful, it's no wonder he wants you."

"Stop, Electra. My G.o.d, I can't take much more."

She stripped the shirt from his body, then began unfastening his pants. "You will enjoy the attentions you receive tonight, believe me." She pushed the trousers and his underwear down over his hips. "We've had other women join us in the past and you enjoyed that, didn't you? Watching me with another woman? Taking pleasure from us both? Watching me feed from them as I f.u.c.ked you at the same time? I know you enjoyed it."

She knelt down and removed his shoes and socks, followed by his pants and underwear. Then she reached up to grasp his rigid s.e.x in her hands, stroking along its length. She dropped her head forward and took him into her mouth.

Johan would not be pleased if she allowed Nate to come, but she was going to bring him as close to o.r.g.a.s.m as she could, heightening his pleasure, his need to climax, his willingness to obey. He would be willing to submit to anything to be able to climax, that much she knew.

She feathered her breath across his slit, which was now oozing with pre-c.u.m, his fingers laced through her thick, short hair. She lifted her gaze to look up at him. "You like that, don't you, Nate? You like my mouth on your c.o.c.k." With that she sucked him deep inside, swirling her tongue over the slit, beneath the smooth ridge, lapping at the liquid pa.s.sion.

"Yes, d.a.m.n you, yes. But watching you with a woman is a whole f.u.c.king different thing."

She felt him grow harder, the tip of his p.e.n.i.s deeply blushed, throbbing, engorged with his desire. It grew harder and she felt the pulsing of his blood as the impressive head hardened and thickened.

She released the solid length from her mouth and pushed him onto the bed. He fell backwards. "I like the taste of you, Nate. All hot and hard and exotic. So filled with life." Her hand enclosed him, the other fondled his heavy b.a.l.l.s and she stroked a finger between and beneath them, felt them tighten as he again drew closer to his climax. Her breath eased across the evidence of his l.u.s.t. She wanted to taste his blood, saw the pulsing vein rising over his c.o.c.k, and wanted to savor him. She felt her self-control slipping away. "You will like the taste of him as well," she said just before she enclosed him with her mouth yet again, catching him by surprise.

He shuddered beneath her as she sucked and licked at his length, sifted her fingers through the nest of his short, wiry, dark hair. "Jesus, Electra, you're killing me. I need to come."

She eased him from her mouth with one last flick of her tongue. Lifting her head, she smiled up between his widespread legs. "Not yet." She swirled her tongue, then kissed the glistening flared tip. "Soon."

She reached to the table next to her and pulled out a tube of lubricant. Then she grabbed one of the pillows and placed it beneath his hips elevating him and giving her better access to his a.s.s.

She uncapped the tube, then squirted it over his puckered entrance. He jumped when he felt the cold lubricant enter his channel.

"What are you doing?" She felt him stiffen.

She swirled a finger around his opening, through the wetness. "Don't tighten up, darling. Let me in. I promise you will enjoy the new sensations." She directed her attention to her nails, reducing their length with her mind to that of short half-moons. She watched and waited as they conformed to her thoughts. Satisfied, she centered her finger at the small opening, then pressed inward. She squirted more lubricant. Her finger pa.s.sed through the tight a.n.a.l ring and entered his r.e.c.t.u.m with ease. Squirting more lubricant onto her hand, she then lay the tube aside and with her other hand grasped his c.o.c.k.

He arched against her. She felt his vibrating groan of pleasure. "You like the feel of that, don't you, my sweet?"

She ease her finger in further, allowing him time to become accustomed to her presence, then slowly began thrusting with deep, long strokes. She pulled her finger out, picked up the tube, positioned it, and squirted more into his opening. Laying the tube aside once more, she thrust two fingers inside, widening him, easing deeper as her other hand stroked his c.o.c.k, sliding beneath the plumed purple head and down the shaft, back up again and across his wet slit.

She felt him begin to ease, to loosen as he began pushing against her fingers. She ceased stroking his c.o.c.k, afraid he would climax before she was ready.

Her p.u.s.s.y was sopping wet with the need to be f.u.c.ked by him, her ministrations to him driving her closer to her own climax, her silk panties drenched with her cream. Yet she knew she would have no surcease until Johan had been well pleasured by both of them.

She added a third finger stretching him farther. He began to push more aggressively against her fingers.

"Oh, G.o.d," he moaned. "I didn't realize. Deeper, you have to go deeper, and harder."

Electra stilled as she heard a soft, deep chuckle from behind her. Without stopping, she looked over her shoulder to see Johan naked, sitting in the chair behind her, watching them, his hand stroking along his own impressive tool which was rigid and dripping pink pearlescent pre-c.u.m. Their gazes locked.

"I think he's ready. You have done well, Electra."

She pulled her slick fingers free and looked at Nate whose eyes were glazed with l.u.s.t, his body hot and tight.

"Nate," Johan called out to him. Nate stilled on the bed. "Come to me. It's time for you to find out what a vampire's c.o.c.k tastes like."

Nate looked at Electra, panic superimposed over the l.u.s.t in his eyes. She leaned over and stroked his body, leaned up to kiss him, driving her tongue deep into his mouth, then pulled away. "You will enjoy it, love. Do as he asks. I'll be there with you."

With her mind, she locked with his, encouraging him, stroking at his need. Slowly, he rose from the bed and walked toward the imposing vampire seated in the chair. He knelt before him, staring at the huge, thick length.

Electra knew the taste and texture of her sire's c.o.c.k. It was unlike a human's and looked more like solid polished white marble threaded with dark veins over its surface, the tip wide, blushing crimson when ready to climax. He would taste of dark l.u.s.t, hot ebony silk, searing ice, the pleasurable sting of a frosty gla.s.s, filled with creamy liqueur attacked by a hot tongue on a searing summer day. Yet it was more, so much more. It held a taste like no human had ever encountered. Yet once consumed, nothing matched it. Once Nate knew this particular pleasure, he would be forever changed.

Suddenly, Johan reached out and cupped his face forcing Nate to look at him. "You belong to me and you will serve me as I will. Do you understand? If you love Electra, then you shall love me as well. We are one, sharing the same blood and you will be a part of both of us. Now savor the taste of that which shall make us one. You know what you like when Electra services your c.o.c.k, you will do the same for me, only more."

He released him and as though caught in a trance, Nate lowered his head to take Johan's c.o.c.k between his lips. Johan sighed, closed his eyes and leaned back in the chair.

"Yes, that's the way. There is nothing like the heat of an eager human's mouth servicing my c.o.c.k. You will learn to please and so shall you be pleased when the time comes." He opened his eyes and turned his onyx gaze to Electra who still sat on the bed. "f.u.c.k him, my dear."

Her eyes widened. "You can't mean it."

"Your a.s.sistance will prepare him to receive pleasure when I take him. The d.i.l.d.o I know you have will help to ease my way. We wish to keep him happy, do we not? And human?"

She nodded and rose from the bed going back to the dresser and reached into the bottom drawer for the strap-on d.i.l.d.o she kept there. How could he know she had such a thing? It certainly had not been part of their pleasure toys so long ago.

She removed the rest of her clothing and then strapped on the d.i.l.d.o. Easing the shorter end into her eager, wet p.u.s.s.y, she then settled the belt into place. Moving back to the bed, she picked up the lubricant and used it generously on the inanimate length she would use to build Nate's pleasure, then moved to kneel behind him. Lowering her hand, she squirted the tube into his opening and felt him stiffen at the cold invasion. She stroked a hand over his tight a.s.s, then used both hands to expose his now loosened puckered hole for her sensual invasion.

"Relax, love," she cooed as she centered the rod at his opening. She knew he felt pleasure when she had used her hand and she wanted him to feel even more pleasure with the d.i.l.d.o even though it was certainly thicker than her fingers, yet much smaller than Johan's granite-hard organ.

Yes, Johan would be even bigger when he chose to take him there and she didn't want him hurt when he did. This could only help to prepare him even more.

Slowly, she pressed past the a.n.a.l muscle and entered his colon, easing her way inside. She felt the pressure on the length inside her own p.u.s.s.y as it rubbed against her c.l.i.toris. Oh, yes, this felt much better than it should. She began to thrust inside him, as she placed her hands on his hips, holding him steady.

She heard him moan as he worked hard on Johan's c.o.c.k, knew he felt the pressure in his r.e.c.t.u.m. She also saw how eagerly he consumed Johan's c.o.c.k. Only when long moments pa.s.sed and he began to thrust against her did she know he began to feel the hot pleasure of her penetration. Her own need mounted as the thick presence inside her p.u.s.s.y drove her desire higher and she began to thrust harder and deeper.

As she watched, Johan removed his rigid erection from Nate's mouth, leaned down and claimed his lips, giving him a deeply pa.s.sionate kiss, using his hands to rub his hard nipples. He lifted away. Johan's gaze turned to Electra, who was on the verge of climax.

"Enough," he commanded and she wanted to scream with her denial. She knew better and instead eased from Nate's pa.s.sage, collapsing onto the soft carpet beneath her, her breath fast and hard as she attempted to control the need to climax.

She turned her head to the side to look at Johan and Nate. Nate was hunched over, seemingly trying to control his own l.u.s.t. Johan put a finger beneath his chin and lifted his head.

"What is it you want?" he asked him softly.

"I-I can't believe I want it, but I want you to finish it. I want you to f.u.c.k me. I need it. Sucking you was different than I expected. Now I want to feel you in my a.s.s, f.u.c.king me. G.o.d, how I want it."

Johan watched him with cool, emotionless black eyes. "You submit to me? You think you'll feel pleasure when I take you?"

"Yes," he gasped. "Please, I never thought I would ask, but the heat, the fullnessI need more, I need you. I want to belong to youlike that."

"s.e.xually, you mean."

"Yes," was the quietly spoken response.

"I will take your blood as well, do you understand that? I will make you mine in all ways, subservient to my will alone."

There was a moment's hesitation. "Yes, I understand."

"You will belong not only to Electra, but to me. Foremost to me. This is what you wish?"

"Yes. Master."

Electra wanted to scream, but she knew the power of Johan once he set his mind to something. She would have to accept that she was no longer first in Nate's thoughts. Johan's gaze met hers over Nate's head. She saw the triumph.

He had not needed to use his mind control over Nate. It only took an awakening of sensations inside Nate to draw him to Johan. And now there would be no going back.

"Get on the bed," Johan ordered.

Nate quickly rose and walked over to the bed, to lie on his back.

"No, I want you on your hands and knees." He turned to look at Electra. "Would you like to come, my dear?"

Yes, they were both in his control, under his domination, subject to his desires, his pleasure. Quickly she unstrapped the d.i.l.d.o and eased it from inside her body, shuddering at the sensations as she pulled it free. Tossing the belt aside, she climbed onto the bed and knelt before Nate, spread her legs wide and allowed him to consume her needy p.u.s.s.y. Oh, G.o.d, it felt so d.a.m.n good and she shivered with the pleasure.

"I should hate you for this, Johan," she gritted out as the hot sweetness of Nate's tongue swirling over her c.l.i.t drove her to new heights. Unable to help herself, she moaned with the need for release.

The bed shifted as Johan got into position behind Nate. She heard the squish of the lubricant as he applied more. Then she felt Nate's body tighten as Johan began to enter him. Felt him relax as he became accustomed to Johan's c.o.c.k inside him. They settled into a steady rhythm of f.u.c.king and licking. There were no sounds in the room other than that of pleasure, deep moans and purrs of consummation.

She scented their mingled heat in the air swirling around them and it fueled the fire building inside her. She balanced herself against Nate's firm shoulders as he sucked at her slippery core. The world swirled inside her head as she pressed her mound closer to his mouth, wanting his tongue deeper, harder inside her.

She felt the rhythm increase, knew they were getting closer and when they exploded it would send her over the edge as well.

She felt it building, higher and higher, the air in the room crackling, enclosing them within the l.u.s.tful heat. Nate's hot tongue pressed deep inside her, sucking at her, driving fast and furiously to the edge. And then she lost all sense of awareness as she fell over the edge, explosion after explosion ripping through her.

Johan had taken Nate's c.o.c.k firmly in his grasp when he first entered him, and now he drove him to o.r.g.a.s.m, both of them seeming to shatter at the same time. Her fingers dug into Nate's shoulders as she tried to grind herself against him.

Pulse after shattering pulse consumed her, echoing through her again and again. Unable to catch her breath, she hung on for dear life until the spasms slowed to gentle rippling echoes. Finally, his mouth left her and he dropped forward onto the bed. Johan pulled from his body and looked down at the sweaty, exhausted man before him. He looked across at Electra who had collapsed on the bed, her legs unable to hold her upright any longer and she saw him smile. It was satisfied, triumphant. And then she saw the look change, deepen, containing the glittering thirst of the vampire, and she knew what came next.

With a growl, he flipped Nate onto his back and hovered over him, pressing his body close. She saw the fear in Nate's eyes just seconds before Johan swooped, sinking his fangs into Nate's bulging jugular at the exact spot where Electra had taken him earlier.

She saw Nate stiffen, then relax into the possession, boneless acceptance a given as Johan drank from him, grinding his body against Nate, enforcing his ownership. At last, Johan released him and Nate collapsed back on the bed, blood still oozing from the larger wounds. Electra shifted forward to rest Nate's head against her legs, stroking his damp hair. His eyes were closed, his jaw slack, replete and exhausted after the intense encounter. She leaned forward to lick at the drops of blood lingering on his skin, savoring his human taste.

She rose and glared at Johan. "It was too much, Johan," she hissed at him.

Johan leaned back against the pillows, his c.o.c.k still marble hard, his natural state, still slick and shiny. "He will recover. He did well for his first time." Suddenly he bounded from the bed. "Come, to the shower," he commanded. "He must be clean before he rests."

She leaned forward and kissed Nate softly. "Come, Nate, we will wash you so you may rest." With sluggish limbs, he rose from the bed and staggered toward the bathroom. She watched him go and wondered if when tomorrow arrived he would seek to leave her after this night's pa.s.sion. Could he live with the newly-acquired needs they had instilled in him tonight?

Slowly she rose from the bed, padding after them into the bathroom. Leaning against the doorjamb, she watched as Johan took great pains to wash the young man thoroughly, stroking and kissing as he did so, enforcing his touch into Nate's memory. She saw Nate's c.o.c.k again harden at the attention he received.

Johan turned him toward the wall, both hands resting there as Johan slowly washed his back, stroking across the hard muscles and down around the firm cheeks of his a.s.s. Johan's slick hand reached around to enclose Nate's p.r.i.c.k, sliding along its rigid length.

Electra felt her own body respond and tighten as she watched them. It was not long before Nate was again spurting his climax into Johan's demanding grasp, gasping with the pleasurable release. Johan hovered over him, cleaning his body, then turning Nate toward him as he claimed his lips.