This is part two of a story originally posted here on September 1, 2011, involving a near-immortal man who calls himself John Smith, and a young woman he re-names Azelia after he takes her as his life-mate. They are members of the clan of Us, a race of beings somewhat like vampires. They exist by feeding on the sexual fluids of their victims, rather than blood. The do not kill; they seduce their victims into allowing them to feed on the product of their loins. Enjoy.
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The insistent ring of the bedside phone woke me. I moved Azelia slightly so I could reach the annoying thing.
“Hello?” I said.
“Good morning, Mr. Smith. This is your ten o'clock wake-up call, as you requested. Would you care for breakfast, sir? We would be happy to bring you a tray,” the cheery female voice said.
“Thank you for calling. I shall make my decision about breakfast in a bit.” I hung up the phone.
“John? What happened last night?” Azelia said, blinking the sleep from her enchanting green eyes.
“What do you mean, my love?” I asked.
“You sat in my station at the bar last night, ordered a Virgin Mary, and,... I don't know,... swept me off my feet, I guess.”
“I tend to do that. It's much more civilized to make a woman want to be in my bed. None of Us makes anyone a victim. We entice them to be willing participants. You'll come to understand that, darling.”
“Who are,... well,... Us?” Azelia asked.
“That's hard to explain. I am Us. You are Us, now and forever more. It would be good for you to meet other members of the clan soon. Now that I'm here, I'd like to re-establish friendships with a number of Us and introduce them to my new life-mate,” I answered.
“What are these people like?” Azelia asked, rolling on her back, giving me a wondrous display of her sumptuous breasts.
“Not much different from mortals. We have to re-invent ourselves every once in a while, change with our environment. It's essential when you've been around as long as I have. Don't you think I would have trouble blending in as a lute player at the court of a medieval duke?”
“How old are you, John?”
“I was born on the day Joan of Arc burned,” I answered.
“I didn't pay attention in history class,” Azelia said. “When was that?”
“The thirtieth of May, 1431.”
“Oh my God, so you're, let's see, almost six hundred years old!”
“My dear child, I'll have you know that it will be a number of years before I begin my seventh century,” I admonished her.
“I always thought I'd like to be with an older man for my first time, but I wasn't thinking of someone over five hundred years older than me!” she giggled.
“You said last night you're twenty-two, didn't you?” I asked.
“That's how old I was when I was 'made' into one of Us. I took my first life-mate two years later, so my physical aging stopped at that time. When Alexandra was killed, I began to age again. How old do you think I look?”
Azelia turned and propped herself on her elbow to study me. “When you first came into the club last night, I thought you were about twenty-five. Looking at you when I waited on you, I thought you might be a year or so older than that, but there was something in your eyes,...” she said.
“You knew! You knew about the importance of the eyes. Tell me what you saw in mine.”
“You looked like an old soul. Full of mystery, secrets, and passion. I was drawn to that. And then your eyes got,... I don't know,... more intense. I felt like I was losing my will or something. I wanted you. I was aroused by you, and there was nothing I could do about it.”
“That's what we do. Maybe you've heard stories about vampires 'glamorizing' their victims, mesmerizing them, taking away their free will. They do it so they can kill. We do it so we can drink the sexual essence of a new partner. You'll learn to do this. From what I saw in your eyes last night as I was feeding from you, it will be easy for you to learn to bewitch your way into someone's pants.”
“Or panties,” Azelia said, blushing. “I'm still not sure I can just go up to some random guy and offer him a blowjob.”
“Or panties,” I agreed. We were going to have a lot of fun, hunting as a team.
“Are you going to teach me to hunt?” she said.
“Of course, lover, but I suspect it will come naturally to someone like you.”
“I think I'm going to need to feed soon,” she said, running her hand down my body and laying it possessively on my manhood.
“Need to, or want to?” I asked.
“A little of both,” she giggled. “I'm also hungry in the old way, like I always was in the morning. Why is that?”
“A peculiarity of our race. We experience the Hunger that is exclusive to Us as well as the hunger that a mortal feels when his belly is empty. That was one way we could fit in with the mortals when the vampire hunters roamed, back when I was living with the Duke and Duchess. Those zealots with their mallets and stakes completely ignored anyone chomping on an apple or a leg of lamb,” I chuckled.
“You know what I could eat?” Azelia suddenly exclaimed, sitting up in bed.
I swear in the name of The One Who Sees All, her breasts were the most beautiful I had ever seen. “What?” I asked.
“A full Irish breakfast!”
“Yes! Toast, farl, soda bread, or potato farl? Which would you like?”
“Potato farl is my favorite,” Azelia said. “How do you know about that? You have an American accent. I'm surprised you know what potato farl is.”
“I spent my youth less than a four-hour carriage ride from this very spot. Do you like mushrooms with your breakfast?
“Yes, and Barry's Tea,” she laughed.
“Barry's isn't bad, but it's not as good as the original Assam tea we used to have at the Duke's castle. There was a strange little man with an ox-cart. The head cook would choose his own blend, right there in the courtyard. Ah, well. Would you like to go out, or should I have breakfast delivered?”
“Let's have breakfast here,” she said. “I don't have anything to wear except my clothes from last night. I don't want to walk around in the morning dressed like that. I really need a shower, too.”
“I'll call room service, and have our meal delivered. Should we say forty-five minutes?” I asked.
“It won't take me that long to get in and out of the shower, John,” she said, looking a bit hurt.
“It will if I fuck you first.”
Just before she took me in her mouth, she said, “Tell them to give us an hour.”
* * * * *
We were both dressed in our hotel robes when the server arrived with our breakfast. We were relaxed, enjoying the afterglow of a quick feeding, satisfying sex, and a hot shower. I said to Azelia, “Watch this,” when I answered the knock at the door.
A plump old woman greeted me and pushed a cart into the room. She was certainly not the kind I would ever choose to feed from, but I wanted to show something to Azelia.
As the server set out our meal, I moved so I could see her face. I willed her to look in my eyes, which she did several times. Each time, her lined cheeks flushed, and on the third glance I smelled her. This was probably the first time she had been wet in years, poor thing.
I heard quiet rumblings of the Hunger from Azelia. Stealing a look at her, I could see her nipples beneath her terry-cloth robe. Her lips parted, and a soft moan escaped them.
The old woman must have heard her. She looked Azelia's way and almost dropped the teapot. With a shiver and an embarrassed look, she hurriedly finished serving our feast. After a quick, “Thank you and good day, sir and madam,” she fled.
As soon as the door closed, Azelia started to laugh. “What did you do to her, John?”
“Just a bit of the charm of the clan of Us, my dear. You have it. The poor old biddy didn't get really wet until she made eye contact with you.”
“That was the coolest thing! She was so turned on! Do you think she understood what was happening to her?” Azelia asked.
“She certainly knew she was aroused. One look at your chest told her you were aroused, and that only made her hotter. Don't worry, darling. She won't say anything. She'll probably just walk around all day with a guilty look on her face. Now eat your breakfast before it gets cold.”
As we feasted, Azelia asked me more about the clan of Us.
“We do what we can to adapt to our surroundings. Some of Us are entertainers, scientists, explorers, or artists, although most of Us keep a low profile. Many are comfortable enough financially that we don't work regular jobs.
“What do you do? Do you work?” she asked.
“I inherited a sizable holding of land and money from my parents. Good investing has allowed me to live well, using my talents as a lute player and singer as my visible means of support,” I answered.
“Do you still play the lute?”
“Hardly anyone still plays the lute, my dear. But I've always been good with stringed instruments. I've played the violin in orchestras during the Renaissance, the string bass in blues bands in New Orleans during America's Great Depression, and electric guitar during studio sessions with some of the greats of rock and roll.”
“Doesn't the fact that you don't age create a problem? Don't people notice?” Azelia asked.
“They do, sometimes, if you stay in one place too long. The lives of many of Us tend to be somewhat nomadic. That's one disadvantage we have. You, for example, could go back to work at Copper Face Jack's and blend right in, but if you stay there too long, people may wonder why you don't seem to get any older.”
“I don't have many job skills,” Azelia said, “and I like being a barmaid, at least for now.”
“Then that's what you should do. Besides, hunting at a place like that should be very easy for you.”
“I guess so,” she giggled. “I already get guys a couple of times a week who write their phone numbers on napkins or ask me to go home with them.”
“Splendid. Now you can take them up on it,” I said.
We finished our huge meal and were enjoying the last of the Barry's. “I don't have to work tonight or tomorrow night,” Azelia said. “What would you like to do?”
“I think your training should be what we focus on first. I propose we get dressed and go explore the city. There are hundreds of places we can go to feed.”
“I don't want to go out for a day on the town in my barmaid clothes. I should go home to change.”
“I think you look stunning as you are,” I said.
“Oh! What happened to my robe?” Azelia squealed when she realized she was naked.
“We have certain magical powers,” I replied. “I got the urge to see your nude body, so I willed the robe off you. Let's see, yes, I know what you should wear.” Instantly, Azelia was clad in tight khaki shorts, a navy polo shirt, and sensible walking shoes.
“How did you do that?” she exclaimed.
“I told you – magic.”
“You forgot undergarments,” Azelia said.
“No I didn't. I didn't want you to wear any.”
“But my breasts will move around, and you can see my nipples!”
“I know. We're going to practice your hunting skills today. There's nothing wrong with using your physical attributes to assist you. Let's go,” I said, exchanging my robe for casual walking clothes of my own.
We took the lift to the lobby. I could hear the young woman behind the desk talking to a male co-worker, and realized that hers was the voice on the phone earlier. She seemed to be finishing her shift.
“Do you see her?” I said to Azelia, indicating the young woman.
“The slender blond behind the desk?”
“Yes. Do you find her attractive?”
“She's beautiful. I would kill for a lithe body like that.”
“Would you like to feed from her?” I asked.
“With your natural talents and the charm of Us. I'll help you get started,” I said.
We waited until the young woman walked out from behind the desk, and then followed her down a corridor.
“Excuse me, miss!” I called.
She turned to look at us. “Hello. May I help you?” she smiled.
“Hopefully, Janet,” I said, making a show of reading her name tag. “My wife is interested in learning more about your spa facilities.”
“Oh, of course,” she said. “Follow this hallway to the end, and make a left just before the exit door. The spa, pool, and exercise rooms are in that area. You'll find literature about our services at the entrance to the facility, and there are attendants to assist you.”
“Would you mind showing us?” Azelia asked. She fixed her emerald eyes on the blond, and I could hear Janet's breath catch in her throat.
“Not at all,” she replied. There was a hint of the nipples on her small breasts hardening under her tailored uniform blouse. “Please follow me.”
As we walked, Azelia whispered to me, “I can smell her.”
“Yes, my love, I can too. Let's see what you can do with her. Use your eyes and your charms. You may be surprised at what you can accomplish.”
We followed our prey down the hallway, watching her trim, firm ass move in the pencil skirt she wore. When we got to the door to the spa area, she stood to the side to allow us to enter.
“Here we are,” she said.
Azelia looked straight into Janet's eyes. “Would it be too much trouble for you to show us around?”
“No trouble at all, Miss,” she answered in a soft voice. There was color in her cheeks.
We followed her through the door. Azelia grinned at me as she sniffed the air. I could hear the Hunger in her.
“Could show us the changing rooms?” Azelia asked, touching Janet on the arm and fixing her gaze.
The blond shuddered slightly, her nipples now obvious, her aroma filling the air. “I would like that very much,” she breathed.
We went into a room lined with small, enclosed stalls guests could use for privacy while changing clothes, and a bank of lockers and compartments for storage.
“Are you cold?” Azelia said to the blond, gesturing at her hard nipples.
“No, Miss, not at all. In fact, I think it's rather warm in here. It's just that I'm so,... I feel so,...”
“Aroused?” Azelia asked.
Janet blushed visibly. “Yes,” she said under her breath.
“Maybe we can help you with that,” Azelia said, motioning toward one of the stalls.
“Maybe you can,” the girl whispered, unbuttoning her blouse as she moved toward the enclosures.
Before I latched the door, Janet was down to her bra, thong, and hold-up stockings, standing against the wall of the cubicle, a mixture of lust and bewilderment on her pretty face. Azelia pulled off her shirt and wriggled out of her shorts to stand naked before us.
“Will you take me from behind me while I lick her?” Azelia asked me.
“Would you like that?” I said to Janet. “Would you like to watch me fuck my darling while she licks your wet cunt?”
Janet shivered as though she were deathly cold. Her little nipples were straining against her bra, and a droplet of syrupy clear moisture dripped from her thong-covered slit. The perfume of her pussy was making me very hard, and very Hungry. I had to fight with myself to remember that Azelia needed to do this on her own.
I said, “I think I'd like to watch. Maybe I'll just support our new friend while you do what you want with her.” I moved behind Janet and undid her bra. She allowed me to caress it down her arms. Then I pulled her to me, nestling my clothed erection in the crack of her tight, slender ass. She leaned against me, and cooed softly as I fondled her little breasts.
“I'm so wet,” Janet whimpered.
“That's good,” my life-mate grinned, as she pulled the thong down to reveal the girl's clean-shaven slit. Azelia knelt before her and began to nourish herself while I squeezed our prey's engorged nipples.
“Oh, oh, oh, I've never had a girl go down on me before,” Janet moaned. “I thought I was straight.”
“You may well be, but my Azelia does have certain talents, doesn't she?” I said, rolling the girl's hard nipples between my fingers.
“Yes, yes, oh God, yes!” she whined. “I think I'm going to cum!”
“Please do,” I whispered in her ear.
The willowy blond shuddered violently and then melted against me. I could hear Azelia murmur her pleasure as she rubbed her own clit while drinking the nectar the blond provided. The desk clerk remained limp against me as my beloved cleaned Janet's moisture with her tongue.
When our prey had regained her composure, she said, “I've never done anything like that before. I'll lose my job if anyone finds out. Please, don't tell anyone, please!”
“Your secret is safe with us,” I assured her. “You should get dressed now.”
Quietly, the girl put on her clothes. As we left the enclosure, she said again, “I'll be in so much trouble if anyone hears about this. What am I going to do?”
“You're going to go about your day. I assure you, no one will know. In fact, you will only remember that you had an orgasm. You're going to believe you were horny all through your shift, maybe for the man who took over from you, and you will assume that you pleasured yourself in the employees' restroom before heading home.” I fixed my gaze on her and saw that she had accepted my story as her new version of reality.
Janet shook herself slightly, like she was trying to clear her head. “Through that door is the entrance to the pool, and to your left is the weight room. We offer massages, steam and sauna rooms, and aromatherapy in the rooms to your right, and beyond that is the beauty salon. Would you like me to show you those?” she said, a slightly bemused look on her face.
“No, thank you. You were on your way home. We appreciate your help,” I said.
Walking on slightly unsteady legs, Janet left the room.
“That was almost too easy,” Azelia laughed after the door had closed.
“You are a natural huntress! How did she taste?”
“Sweet, kind of a delicate flavor. I don't feel the Hunger as much,” Azelia replied.
“Good,” I said. “You did well on your first hunt.”
“What do you want to do now, John?”
“Be a tourist. I haven't been in Dublin in over a century. The city has changed. You can play tour guide,” I replied.
* * * * *
We caught a taxi in front of the hotel.
“Where to, sir?” the driver asked.
“Ask her. I haven't been here for quite a while.”
“Where to, Miss?”
“I know! St. Audeon's Church!”
“Very well, Miss,” the driver said as he put the car in gear.
“I thought we'd start with something older than you,” Azelia whispered to me.
As we walked the grounds of the ancient church, I could see most of the men and some of the women stealing glances at Azelia. She was enjoying herself, walking tall and proud, her bountiful breasts bouncing slightly with every step she took.
“Your nipples are hard, baby,” I said to her quietly, after we had passed a group of college boys.
“I know,” she whispered back. “I'm horny.”
“I could help you with that.”
“I'll hold you to that, but I thought you wanted to play tourist,” she said.
“I want to do four things before we sleep tonight. I want to see a little more of the town, I want to buy you some clothes, I want to hunt with you again, and I want to fuck you silly.”
“Nice list. Let's start with you fucking me silly,” she said, grabbing my ass.
“Miss, please, these are Church grounds,” a young man in a security uniform said.
Azelia turned to look at the officer. It was obvious he was looking at her breasts as she walked slowly toward him. “My eyes are up here,” she said when she was only a few feet from him.
When he first tore his gaze from my life-mate's chest to look at her eyes, I could see his pupils dilate slightly. He didn't know it yet, but he was going to provide my life-mate's next feeding.
“Is something wrong, sir?” Azelia asked, getting closer to him. “I didn't mean to offend anyone. Can you forgive me?”
The young officer appeared to be struggling to figure out what to say. Little wonder. Her breasts were against his chest now.
“Could we find a place to talk about the problem?” Azelia asked. Rubbing the tips of her fingers over the front of his uniform trousers, she breathed, “Is there some place we can talk about YOUR problem?”
“Miss, please, I'm on duty, and I'm a married man.”
“Does your wife suck your cock?” Azelia asked, staring into the young man's eyes while tickling the outline of his penis with her fingernails. “I will, you know. It feels like a pretty nice one.”
“Follow me,” the officer said.
Azelia whispered to me as we walked, “I want you behind me while I feed from him.”
“My pleasure,” I replied.
The security guard led us to a door in a small building.
“Wait. Is he coming along?” the officer asked, pointing to me.
“Of course. He's going to fuck me while I drink your cum. Do you mind?” Azelia responded, her eyes completely controlling the bewildered man.
“In here,” he said.
He led us into a small, neat office, apparently used as a duty station. Azelia guided the man to his chair, stripped off her shirt and shorts, and knelt between his legs. As she worked on his belt and zipper, I opened my pants to release my cock.
Azelia seemed to be in a hurry, but I managed to line myself up and begin easing myself into her wet, bruised pussy from behind, just before she took the officer's erect penis into her mouth.
“Ooooh,” Azelia murmured around the defenseless man's cock. She pushed her mouth down on him as I entered her, and then pulled back from him, forcing herself deep onto my shaft. “I feel so depraved,” she said.
“You're getting there, baby. I love it. We're going to have lots of fun together,” I said, helping her to find a nice rhythm of rocking herself back and forth between me and the other man.
“Oh, Jesus, Mary and Joseph!” the guard gasped. “I've never done anything this crazy before!” He was almost hyperventilating. “Gah, my God, I'm gonna cum!” He started bucking his hips hard at Azelia, driving her back forcefully onto my cock. Her pussy began to milk me, and I released into her as the man filled her throat.
The officer sat there, his uniform trousers around his ankles, as my naked Azelia licked the remnants of his semen from his wilting shaft. I had righted my clothes when the poor dazed man spoke. “Who are you people?”
“Please excuse my manners, sir,” I said. “I'm John Smith, born not far from here, but only recently returned from the United States. The young lady cleaning your sperm from her chin is my bride, Azelia.”
“I do hope we haven't been too much of a bother,” she said. “I'm sure I've learned a valuable lesson about proper behavior in public. Are we free to go?”
The young man pulled up his trousers as he rose from his chair. “I've gone insane,” he muttered to himself. He cleared his throat as he buckled his belt. “It's not worth the paperwork, as long as you conduct yourself like a lady. Otherwise, we might need to have another meeting.”
I smiled and shook the officer's hand. “I'm sure we all enjoyed our chat. My dear, you might want to clean up a bit before you put your clothes back on.”
Azelia stroked her messy pussy with her fingers, licked them clean, and repeated the process, like a she-cat grooming herself. The look in her emerald eyes made me expect her to purr.
“Sir, Madam, I should get back on patrol. This has been quite the experience,” the security guard said.
As we walked out t he door, Azelia teased, “You might want to watch me. Who knows? I could do something that will make you call us in for another discussion.”
He was smiling broadly as we walked away.
* * * * *
“Can we go out tonight, John?” Azelia asked as we walked past some shops in town.
“Of course. We need to practice your hunting skills.”
She grabbed my hand and pulled me to a bench. “I thought I did okay,” she whispered.
When I touched her chin with my fingertips, she resisted at first, but finally she turned to look at me with tear-filled eyes. “You did, my love, you did.” I cupped her pretty face in my hands, and wiped the moisture from her cheeks with my thumbs. “You did brilliantly.” I pulled her close for a tender kiss. “You even picked out your own prey on just your second hunt. I am very proud of you.”
“What's the first thing I need to work on to get better?” she asked.
“Honey, I just think you're not taking the time to enjoy this like you could.”
Azelia gave me a naughty smile. “I guess I really did attack that security guard, didn't I? Well, he was only the second man I've had cum in my mouth. Between being nervous and feeling The Hunger, I just needed to get things done.”
“Where would you like to go tonight?” I asked. “Where would you like to hunt?”
“I wish I knew a way to get into one place, but you have to have a membership or be on some celebrity list to get in there.”
“Where is that?”
“On Adam Court off Grafton Street. A place called Lillie's Bordello. You should see some of the people who go in there! There's no way we can get in,” Azelia said.
“Have you forgotten about this morning? You didn't take off your robe and put on these clothes yourself. We will get in. As I said, I've learned some magic over the years. Part of it comes from a healthy diet, you know. Yours will develop, too, over time.”
“What should I wear?” Azelia asked.
“What impression do you want people to have? Elegant or outrageous?”
“If we're going hunting at a place like Lillie's, maybe it should be a bit of both,” Azelia replied.
“Should we try over there?” I said, pointing to a shop across the street.
“Leather and Lace by Lilith,” Azelia read from the ornate sign in front of the shop. “I've heard of that place.”
The inside of the shop was lit by a myriad of small spotlights, painting the room with sharp areas of intense illumination, piercing the overall gloom of the place. We passed mannequins dressed in a variety of styles of leather garments, primarily black with splashes of intense color in fishnet, gauze, silk, or lace. Glass display cases showed a small collection of restraints, masks, tools, and toys, color-coordinated with the mannequins.
Azelia eventually chose a leather bustier, dyed the same green as her eyes, over a black leather mini-skirt slit nearly to the hip. The outfit was completed with black leather high-top boots and a black lace cape. With her auburn hair and fair skin, she looked delectably dangerous.
While Azelia was changing back into her street clothes, a young raven-haired goth-looking woman came through a curtain behind the counter. She was dressed in a black patent leather vest and black peasant skirt, both of which accentuated her slender figure. “Those are nice hunting clothes for a novice,” she said.
I could see it in her eyes. “Hello, clanswoman,” I said.
“We've never met, have we?” she asked.
“I don't believe we have.”
“I was watching you and your playmate on the security cameras. She's very attractive. Where are you from?”
“I was born and 'made' near here, but I've been living in America for a while. Azelia became my life-mate just last night.”
“I'm Lilith Byrne.”
“Aengus MacKenna. The Duke suggested my mortal name, John Smith.”
“The Duke? An older gentleman, looks to be about fifty, married to a slender blond woman about twenty years younger?” Lilith asked.
“The same! How do you know them?”
“My life-mate, Aiden, is the Duchess' chauffeur. One of her serving girls 'made' him, and he took me as his life-mate the night the duchess bought her first motorcar, a new 1927 Rolls-Royce Phantom 1. I worked as a seamstress then. I own this boutique now.”
“Ah, here she comes,” I said. “Azelia, darling, meet Lilith Byrne.”
“Azelia, my sister, how are you?” Lilith, asked, taking Azelia's hand in her own.
“Sister?” Azelia asked, looking at me in confusion.
“She is one of Us. Can't you see it in her eyes?”
“Now that you say it, yes, I can. She looks like she feels The Hunger.”
“I do,” Lilith said. Gesturing toward the curtain through which she had come, she said, “Would you like to feed me?”
Azelia said nothing, but took my hand and followed the shopkeeper into the back room. It was sparsely furnished with a desk, some filing cabinets, and a king-size bed. In moments the three of us were nude.
Lilith was a slender woman, barely more than a teenager in her appearance. She had high, firm, moderate sized breasts, a flat stomach, and a wide gap between her slender thighs, in which her shaved, moist pussy dwelt. “Please, lie down,” she said to us.
Azelia had barely settled herself on the mattress before Lilith was between her legs. “Do you mind, sister?” Lilith asked. “I'm really feeling quite ravenous.”
“You'll enjoy Azelia then, Lilith. She squirts,” I said.
“Really?” Lilith remarked, her chin already moist with my beloved's juices. “Often, I have to work fairly hard to get a good feeding from a woman.” She bathed and probed my life-mate's sex with her tongue, and reached for one of her nipples. “Are they sensitive, dear?”
“Yes,” Azelia moaned.
“Mine too,” Lilith said. “Aengus, don't just lie there and watch.”
“Do you mind, Azelia? You'll get used to it. It's the way all of Us are when we get together,” I said, taking my position behind the shopkeeper's slim hips.
Azelia managed to keep her eyes open, smiling at me, as she hissed, “Cumming.”
Lilith swallowed as fast as she could, but some of my life-mate's nectar dribbled down onto her chin.
I pulled the small goth girl against me so she could feel my engorged cock slide over her buttocks to rest against the small of her back. “Where do you want it?” I asked.
“My ass, Aengus. It's been a couple of days. My life-mate and I have been working long hours getting ready for the Duke's party.
“When is that?” I asked, as I wiped some of Azelia's juice off Lilith's chin and lubed my cock with it.
“Next weekend. Now fuck me.”
I spit in my hand and worked some of it into Lilith's pucker. Then I replaced my fingers with my cock and pushed gently.
“Fuck me!” Lilith hissed, forcing herself onto me. “Damn, that's good!”
I wondered how my beloved would react. She had been a virgin the night before, but had taken to fucking quite well. Still, this was what mortals called “cheating.”
“You're going to do that to me tonight when we go back to the room,” she said, lying beneath us. She was rubbing herself.
By this time, Lilith and I were copulating vigorously. We were pretty quiet about it, but I'm sure anyone in the shop out front would have heard the slapping sound her tight little buttocks made against my groin.
“Do you want my sperm inside your little ass, Lilith?”
“Ugh, ugh, ugh, please,” Lilith grunted, slamming her sweet, tight asshole down over my shaft harder and faster.
Azelia came first. She must have been mindful of our semi-public placement, because she crammed her fist into her mouth to stifle her sounds.
Lilith and I watched her, and then the shopkeeper arched herself up against me and orgasmed. The aroma of her, the rippling of the muscles in her lithe body, and the almost feline purr that died in her throat urged me to empty myself into her bowels. The force was powerful, the load was large, and suddenly, I was very Hungry.
As is the custom among Us, Lilith cleaned my used manhood with her tongue. She looked at my bemused life-mate and said, “It's what we do. It's only proper to clean up after yourself, at least when you're with Us,” she said, resuming her tidying-up process. Soon, she turned back to Azelia, took one final lick from my ball s ack to my piss-slit, and said, “There. Clean, and ready to re-use.”
“I've never sucked a cock with a girl watching before,” Azelia said, “but I have worked up quite a Hunger. Well, actually, I had never really sucked a cock before last night.” She moved next to Lilith and took my re-hardened member in her hand. “Our new friend could feed you, John.”
“I would love to,” Lilith said.
I grasped the slender girl and rolled her onto her back. Lifting her by the hips, I moved her so her slender thighs were resting on my shoulders and attacked her bare little pussy. Azelia positioned herself and resumed sucking my dick.
Properly fed, we cleaned up in the small bathroom she had back there, and then chatted as we dressed. Lilith asked, “Where are you going to wear your purchases?”
“Lillie's Bordello. John says he can get us in,” Azelia said.
“Oh, going to try a little star-fucking?” Lilith smirked.
“Her choice. Personally, I don't go for the stars,” I said. “I've had a number of royalty, wealthy, beautiful, well-known women over the ages, but lately, they've become so plastic. Give me a barmaid or a simple, honest, natural girl any day. They taste better.”
“Often true,” Lilith agreed.
“How can I tell a good one? I don't want to drink from just anybody,” Azelia said.
“Don't worry, sister,” Lilith said. “It's really no different from deciding which boy you would dance with at a school social function.”
“I'll help you, baby,” I said.
“It was good to meet you, Aengus,” Lilith said, escorting us back into the main shop. “I'll tell the Duke you're back in town.” Turning to my life-mate, she kissed her on the cheek and said, “Enjoy yourself tonight, my dear, sweet-tasting Azelia.”
* * * * *
We enjoyed a quick shower back at the hotel. I conjured up a dark silk suit for myself, double breasted, tailored, pinstripes. I always enjoyed the clothing style of the Italian and Sicilian men who brutally accumulated wealth and power in the United States during Prohibition. Working in their clubs had paid well, both in money and pussy.
I walked behind my lover. “How do I look?” I asked.
She was sitting at the dressing table in the suite, finishing her eye make-up. She had used heavy black eyeliner, applied in a feline shape, similar to an Egyptian stripper I had once feasted on. She was blending green shadow high on her eyelids, an exact match to her eyes and her as-yet-unlaced green leather bustier. She hadn't seen me change from my bathrobe to my “gangster” look.
“Oh! All you need is a violin case!” she laughed.
“Too cumbersome. I might have a shoulder holster and a switchblade or two on me, though.”
“The only weapon I'm interested in is the one in here,” Azelia said, rubbing her hand lightly over the layers of silk covering my manhood.
“It's time to go hunting,” I said. “May I tighten your laces?
I knelt before her. At the bottom, I made the garment snug. As I moved upward, each tug on the laces shimmied her luscious breasts. I stopped just below her nipple line, and tied a neat bow.
“That's awfully low, John. My boobs are almost falling out.”
In the taxi on the way to Lillie's, Azelia asked, “How are you going to get us in?”
“There are a couple of different ways I can use.”
“I can put our names on a guest list, if there is one. I could always teleport myself inside, but I wouldn't be able to bring you along that way. That's a skill we'll have to work on for you. If all else fails, I'll convince the doorman to take a break to get his cock sucked.”
“What, you'll use me?” Azelia asked, blushing a little.
“Actually, I was thinking of just getting a girl in the queue to do it. It wouldn't be difficult. Look how easy it was to get the hotel clerk and the security guard to give you what you wanted.”
We arrived at the club, and I paid the driver. As Azelia exited the cab, I was glad once again that I had convinced her to not wear panties.
There was a small line of couples and groups waiting to be admitted. A few faces looked vaguely familiar.
“Look,” Azelia said, nudging me. “Is that, um,...?”
“I think so. Hard to tell with the glasses. She looks like she's ready for a stint in re-hab again, doesn't she?” I remarked.
“Since when is she seeing him?”
“I wondered what kind of people we would find here. Listen carefully, honey. Even though we are immune to all human disease, some things are still just nasty. Coke-whores are pretty high on my list of nasty things. We can do much better than the likes of her,” I admonished.
“Assuming we can get inside.”
“We will. Just look sexy and important. I'll take care of the rest,” I said, taking her hand and moving toward the doorman.
“John!” Azelia hissed. “That man has a gun!”
“Fourth couple in line, the guy in the gray blazer,” she whispered.
“I don't see it,” I said.
“I smell it. It must be in his jacket. My grandfather had some hunting rifles. I can smell gun oil, but it's been fired since it was last cleaned. Recently, from the odor. My God, my nose is sensitive!”
“All your senses will heighten, but I thought concealed firearms were illegal here?” I said under my breath.
“They pretty much are. Not too many people have certificates,” she said. “Our club would never let him inside.”
“You just gave us our tickets through the door, my dear.”
“What do you mean?”
“We're going to walk right up to that bouncer and you're going to tell him,” I said, pulling her with me.
I guided her to the biggest, meanest looking man there.
“Get in line,” he said. “At the rear.”
“Sir, look at me,” Azelia said.
He did, a grin trying to ruin his severe expression as he looked at her cleavage.
“Look at my eyes, please,” Azelia said.
His pupils dilated ever so slightly when he did. She moved very close to him, and used her shawl to hide her fingers caressing the front of his trousers. “There is a man in line with a concealed gun. Short brown hair, gray blazer. That's not allowed, is it?” she cooed. “I just want to have some fun tonight. I don't want to be in any danger.”
She finally removed her hand and her eyes from him, releasing him from her spell. It took him only a second to recover. He said into his Bluetooth, “I'll need some help out here taking some asshole down.” To Azelia he said, “Miss, you and your friend should go inside now. We'll handle this. I'll check on you later to make sure you're okay.”
Azelia smiled at him, causing his eyes to lock with hers briefly again. “I think I'd like that,” she purred.
Two bulky men in dark suits moved quickly past us as we entered the building. We could hear some raised voices behind us as the doors closed.
The music in the club was loud. The band was some screamer/punk/death metal band called “No System.” I caught the reference right away when I saw the little goth girl playing xylophone and keyboards. Her pink and black hair reminded me of the girl in the band LeStat sang with in the movie, “Queen of the Damned.”
She happened to look my way, and she froze for a second. I could see her pupils dilate, and the nipples on her smallish breasts come alive under the black-sequined tank top she wore.
Azelia touched my arm. “Oh my God, the drummer,” she said into my ear.
I smelled her aroma when I saw where she was looking. He was also sporting the video look with a shaved head, a chain-mail t-shirt, and a spiked collar. A full left sleeve of ink completed his visual statement.
“Would you like him?” I asked.
“I think so. I've read about this band. He and the keyboardist are together.”
“That's convenient. With your permission, of course, my darling, I'll be feeding from her later this evening. Her eyes accepted that already,” I said. “Let's find a table and order drinks.”
A young man was there instantly. I ordered my Virgin Mary, and Azelia asked for a Mojito. As soon as the waiter was gone, she said, “Something smells odd about him. Stale, almost like mildew.”
“That doesn't surprise me,” I said. “Your nose is very sensitive, my dear. Our young waiter is a blood-sucker. I noticed a woman in line, too. Her nostrils flared when we made eye contact. Stay away from those types. They taste terrible.”
“Can they harm Us?” she asked.
“They won't. They usually don't kill anymore; just feed and reproduce. We have something of a pact with their race, a mutual non-aggression agreement. They leave us alone and don't compete with Us for prey. Our blood makes them ill, so they don't feed on Us. We've been grudging allies in the past against the vampire-slayers and the Others. The old teachings say many a vampire burned fighting alongside Us, and our Clan made similar sacrifices.
“Are we still at war? You're scaring me,” Azelia said.
“Yes. It's why I left America. Oh, we don't have the epic battles of our legends. The only way to kill Us is to burn our bodies to a charred husk. A lot of it these days looks like arson, electrical fires, that sort of thing. My departed life-mate, Alexandra, was killed in a vehicle accident. It was the Others.”
“How do you know?”
“She was hit by a gasoline tank truck. It rammed her car, half ran over it. Gas was pouring out of the belly of the tanker all over the wreckage my life-mate was pinned in. There were sparks. When it was over, there wasn't much of her to bury.”
“Oh, John, I'm so sorry!” Azelia cried.
“Witnesses said the truck came out of nowhere, which was probably accurate. No remains were found in the cab. It was unmanned. There was an investigation, and they eventually said the driver bailed and ran, but I knew. She knew. She told me as she died.”
“Oh God, John! You were there?”
“No, my love, no. I was thirty miles away in a recording studio. Life-mates learn to understand how each other thinks, just like mortal couples do after a while. We just take it a lot further. Many life-mates can talk to each other freely from half a globe away. All we have to do is listen. I heard her panic in my mind. She knew what was going to happen as soon as she saw the truck. She saw the cab was empty. There were some Others standing on the sidewalk, watching the fuel pour through the torn roof of her car. Then, I heard her agony.”
“What did you do?”
I looked at my new life-mate and saw the tears in her eyes, much like in my own. “I grieved. For a while, I tried to convince myself that it was a bad dream, or that I had lost my mind. I guess I may have, for a time. Then, I wanted revenge. I contacted some old friends and asked for their help. I got what I wanted. When it was over, I rested. I toured the country, knowing I might need to leave. Soon, the signs were there. Some Others were looking for me. That's why I'm here.”
“Could they have followed you?” Azelia asked.
“They will, at some point, I imagine. That is one of the reasons I want to meet with the Duke.”
The waiter returned with our drinks. Azelia wrinkled her nose when he spoke to her. “For you, my lovely lady,” he crooned. “And my good sir, do you want black pepper in your drink?”
“No, I'll grind it. I know how he likes it. You're busy. It's fine,” Azelia said, grabbing the pepper-mill possessively and shooing the waiter away.
I stifled my laughter until he was gone. “You little minx! You were about to tell him you wouldn't suck his half-dead dick for all the tea in China, weren't you?”
“He was repulsive. He was trying to glamorize me, for fuck's sake! Yes, that's exactly what I was going.... Wait! You read my mind?” Azelia asked.
“In time, we will be able to communicate quite freely without words,” I said. “You don't realize you're doing it yet, but you projected your remark to me about the drummer, too. I knew you w anted him before you said it.”
“I've always been attracted to the goth types. I just think he looks yummy.”
“Hopefully he is, my darling. I caught a whiff of the keyboardist. Jasmine and honey.” My gut growled slightly with The Hunger.
“I heard that!” Azelia giggled. “My belly's going to start talking too, if I look at him too long.”
The band finished their set. “Excuse me for a moment, dear. I must talk to someone,” I said.
“Sure,” she replied. “Is everything all right?”
“Yes, yes. I think I see someone I know.” I got up and hurried toward the restrooms. I saw him in the mirror at the sinks. “Conor? Conor Jordan?” I asked the slender blond man.
He looked up, surprise on his face. “Aengus? Is that you?”
“How are you, my friend?” I asked.
Conor quickly dried his hands so he could shake mine. “Wonderful, now that I see you. We heard about poor Alexandra, and then you disappeared. That must have been horrible for you. Everyone was worried.”
“It was bad for a while. I'll never forget her. We knew it could happen – that the Others might find us. When she was no more, I went into hiding for a few years, but then I realized Alexandra wouldn't have wanted me to age alone. Would you like to meet my new life-mate?”
“Meet? Or eat?” Conor leered.
“Behave. Where's Natasha? I haven't seen her in a century,” I said, as I led my friend back to our table.
“Girls' night out. She and few of her girlfriends go out whoring around about once a month, so I always go somewhere to feed, alone.”
“Azelia, my dear, meet a very old friend, Conor Jordan.”
She looked at him, and then back at me. “He's one of Us!”
“I said he was old. He was born one year to the day after I was. He was 'made' at the Duke's castle, the same as me.”
“Actually, it was under the light of the moon in the formal gardens. I didn't even know girls did that when she unfastened my breeches,” Conor laughed. “Azelia, my dear, is old Aengus taking good care of you? How long have you been life-mates?”
“Only since last night,” Azelia blushed.
“I thought you smelled nice and fresh,” Conor grinned.
“Steady, you old dog,” I said to Conor. “We're here to hunt, not to feed you.”
The band was returning to the stage. Conor followed Azelia's line of sight to the drummer. “Go get him, tigress. He won't know what hit him, even though his girlfriend is a feeder.”
“A feeder?” Azelia asked.
“Ah, that explains it,” I said. “There are mortals who have been fed upon by Us multiple times. They become willing prey, thrilling in the safe and intense sex we provide them. No wonder her nipples got hard when she saw me. She wants me to feed on her.”
“Have a good dinner, you two,” Conor leered. “I'll let you two to your fun. Azelia, I hope to see more of you in the future. A lot more.” He walked away as the music started.
By the end of the night, poor Azelia was squirming in her chair. It got worse when the drummer came over to us. “My girlfriend, Chloe, and I wondered if you'd like to stop by for a bit. Sort of an after-party. My name is Sean.”
“We'd be delighted. I'm John, and this is my new bride, Azelia.”
“Chloe will bring the car around.”
* * * * *
It was a short drive to their place. Azelia and I sat in the back, holding hands, our stomachs growling loudly. I wondered if Chloe understood that her woman-scent was making me very, very hard. Azelia smelled like she was dripping from the spicy, woody man-smell of Sean.
They took us into a dimly-lit room with two sofas and offered us wine. Chloe turned on some soft music. There was no question in her mind, apparently, of what was going to happen. She went upstairs to change, and came back down in a sheer black gown. We could easily see the hard nipples on her small, high breasts, and the wisp of black lace that served as a thong. She walked to Azelia and knelt in front of her to work on the laces of her bustier.
“Let's get this party started. I want both of you,” Chloe said.
“I want him first,” Azelia said, pointing to Sean as her breasts were revealed. “I'll get to you later.” She kissed the slender girl's nipples through the thin fabric. “My John here will keep you entertained.”
Azelia stood, her large, proud breasts swaying slightly as she moved. She unfastened her skirt, and walked over to where Sean was sitting. “Look at me, Sean. Take that stupid collar off and prepare to get your dick sucked.”
Tiny Chloe was already mounted on my face, the unusual jasmine/honey taste of her rich on my tongue. Her smooth-shaven outer lips were soft, the inner ones warm and moist. Her gasps were matched by Sean's moans from the other sofa.
In time, Chloe fed me well, her fluids slick and sweet in my mouth. Sean did the same for Azelia.
Still shaking from her last cum, Chloe climbed off me and got me undressed. My manhood stood tall and hard, waiting for her. She did not disappoint. Her mouth engulfed me, her small, strong hands encasing what her lips could not. Azelia and Sean watched for a while from the other sofa, she licking her lips, and Sean grinning a tired smile.
“I think your man likes her technique,” Sean observed.
“You didn't like mine?” Azelia asked.
“I never said that, love,” the drummer replied, pulling Azelia back against himself and squeezing her big luscious breasts.
“I want to taste her, too,” Azelia said, standing and pulling the drummer to his feet. She knelt behind the naked goth girl on the floor, grabbed her slender ass cheeks, parted them gently, and buried her face in the keyboardist's wetness.
Sean stood behind them, his vitality obviously returning. “May I?” he asked, gesturing toward my life-mate's up-turned ass.
“I believe you should ask her. Your girlfriend is sucking my cock, so it's all right with me,” I said.
Azelia paused from her meal to say to Sean, “Not in my ass. That's for John later tonight. Fuck me, but take it slow at first. I was a virgin last night.”
“Damn!” Sean muttered as he fondled my beloved's shapely ass. He slapped his cock against her a few times, smeared it with her juices, and slowly entered her. As he advanced, Azelia renewed her assault on Chloe's bald little cunt, encouraging her to take me deeper.
I came first, rope after rope of my product bathing the keyboardist's throat as she forced herself onto me. When I was spent, she licked me clean, pinching her own little nipples as my Azelia fucked her with her tongue. Sean was now plowing my life-mate deeply, his fingers digging into the flesh of her buttocks.
When Chloe sank to the floor, done for now, Azelia straightened her back, giving Sean full access to her amazing breasts. “Don't cum inside me. I want to drink you again,” she whispered.
She took another feeding from him, and I dined well on both the girls again. Azelia cleaned my spunk from Chloe's tired pussy, and I filled my woman twice myself. We called a cab to go back to our hotel when our hosts were sated.
There was a note slipped under our door. I recognized the wax seal immediately. I broke it and read the words within.
“My dear,” I said, “Tomorrow you will meet the duke.”
* * * * * To be continued....
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