Children Of The Night
By: Veronica Leigh Marquette
CHAPTER 5
Kris rolled over on the floor, mouth seeking the sweetness of Danny's
kisses. It was wonderful. This new life, strange and frightening though it
was, she was beginning to believe that she would like it. "Jessy is right," she
nibbled at the young man's bottom lip. "You are as bad as he is." She had fed
four times that night so far. First from this one, then from Jessy, then Randy,
oh that was so good. And finally from Jessy again. Lucky she was that now,
being a vampire, she didn't have to worry about weight gain, because with as
much of a glutton as she was becoming, she'd end up weighing three hundred
pounds, otherwise.
"Are you complaining Mistress? I thought you would like me." He was so
pleased with himself. He had, with Jessy's watchful eye and powers, been the
first of them to introduce her to anal sex. She had loved it as much as he did.
With having another vampire living with them now, the impromptu orgies, the
complete loss, all the wonderful flesh, would be more frequent. Or would for
the next six months or so. That is how long his master said that it would take
her to learn to control her hunger. He hoped that it would never end. She
could feed from him, from all of them, as often as she liked, if only he could
keep giving himself to the heated joy of the lust that always came with the
feedings.
She laughed at him, kissing him again. "Like you, pretty boy, I adore you.
Jessy might have Randy, but I do believe that I'm going to be just as partial to
you as he is him." Her past was gone. All her hopes, dreams, gone up like
smoke, but here, now like this. No she didn't have a past anymore, but what a
wonderful future.
"Oh, well, I suppose I'm just going to have to make do with these two."
Jake grinned at the two women that were curled up by him. He had, in the last
twelve years, learned to make due with what little comfort he could. As far as
Randy was concerned, and the guy was right, he had been lucky that Jessy had
saved him. He'd been a real dick, and Randy had shown him that just because the
guy was little and gay, that it did not mean that he was helpless. And after
his master had saved his life, he learned to take it up the ass and be quiet
about it. Hell, it got to the point, like now, he didn't even care anymore.
Nothing mattered just so long as he had been fed from first. He would gladly
bend over for hundreds of men, if he were only promised that he would be fed
from afterwards. Because, when, Jessy fed from him, it made it all fine. And
now with Kris here, he could have twice the chance to feel what he felt every
time he was fed from.
"Deal," Sally and Tracy both hit him. "You guess you are just going to have
to deal with us? Buster, get ready to sleep alone for a while." She laughed as
he pulled her close, silencing her the only way that he could. By kissing her.
Jessy lay there, listening to the voices of those in his keep. It was all
going to work out. He believed that now. True it would take a little time for
his little cousin to finally finish her fretting over what used to be. And he
was going to have to dig up a few more. But with them both living off of the
blood of those in his house, he just didn't see where that would be a problem.
Especially not with the money Kris had, yes, it would be another five years
before she inherited it all, but the trust fund that she had now, the money she
could get to, even if it was only just a tiny fraction of what she really had
coming her way. It would see to it that not only would they be able to keep
more mortals for food, but that they would never be without anything. "Hey, you
two," he squeezed both Randy and Patty. "Let me up, I have something I think I
need to give to Kris."
She looked up at the sound of her name. "Give me? Jessy, you have given me
so much already. What else could you think I would ever possibly need?"
He went to the desk, opened the top drawer where he had put her papers the
night before. "Not me, cousin, but Marcus. Yeah, I know what he did, the way
he took you, was shitty as hell, and no I'm not saying that any of this will
ever undo what he did to you, but here." He handed the portfolio of papers to
her.
She looked at him, confused as she took the portfolio. "What is it?"
"My uncle, he might have been mad as a hatter, but he wasn't so far gone
that he didn't see to your upkeep. That is your inheritance. Or at least it
will be on your fifth birthday. Right now you will be living on the obscenely
huge trust he set up for you. Like I told Janis last night, you are now an
entire firm of CPA's wet dream." He just stood back, waiting to see how she was
going to react. She might finally be getting a grip on what had been done to
her, with what she was now. But she still hated the man that made her what she
was. And all of this came from him.
She looked over all the papers in the portfolio. She just couldn't believe
what she was seeing. "Are you telling me that all this is mine now?"
He nodded. "It'll be a few years before you can really do a whole lot with
it, other than draw from the trust fund he set up for you, but yeah, you are now
the richest vampire I can think of. So, how does it feel, being just a poor
little rich girl?"
She just looked over the papers, there was so much. He had stocks not only
in IBM and MicroSoft, but Coke as well as several others. But the rest, and the
bankbooks, he had five different accounts, one of them in Switzerland. How much
money did this thing have? She didn't look at anything else. She was too
stunned to try to figure out what all he, no she, owned. She just broke down
into tears, letting all that she had in her hands fall into her lap.
Jessy pushed Danny out of the way, as he gathered her close. "Hey, now,
what's wrong. I thought that maybe, if you knew that you weren't going to be
bumming off of me for the rest of your life, it would make you feel better. I
didn't realize you would start crying on me." He pulled her closer, trying to
calm her. "Come on, Kris, talk to me."
She didn't know what to say to him. He'd been so good to her so far. Even
let her, so, called accident with Danny earlier this evening go without a
comment. How could she tell him how badly she wanted to do nothing more than
just throw all this back in his face. It wasn't his fault, he hadn't done this
to her. If it had been him, she might even have felt grateful for the
unbelievable amount of stuff she had been given. But it wasn't, instead it had
been that 'freak of nature', that took her from her life, her job, her friends,
Mitch, all of it. Had raped her, then killed her in the process of making her
this thing that she was now. It didn't bother her as much as it should have.
Being a vampire wasn't so bad, or at least not so long as she didn't have to
kill. She couldn't see herself killing anyone. But, it had all come from him.
All of it, and she didn't want anything that had ever been his, not even the
life she was now forced to live. But short of throwing herself out in the
middle of the day, there was nothing she could do about that. She just leaned
against him and cried.
Jessy was at a loss, he had known that nothing in that stack of documents
would ever give her back what she had lost. But he had hoped that it would make
the change just a little easier. But instead, it had only hurt her even more.
"Kris," he tried to make her look up at him, but all she did was shake off his
hands as she clung to him, sobbing, huge, painful sobs. Sobs of loss, of pain,
of complete disillusionment. "Come on, baby, talk to me. Please, talk to me."
'Talk', yes, she could talk, but she was pretty sure he wouldn't like the
question she was about to ask him. "Jessy," she hiccuped, trying to stop
crying.
"Yeah, what is it." If only he could get her to start talking, then maybe
he would help her work out what ever it was that she was going through.
"How can I die?" This time when she looked up, there was so much emptiness
in her eyes. So, much, total lack, no not lack, unwillingness to live. "I
don't know, for sure, how that bastard that did this to me died, if he just ran
into the sun or what."
For a moment Jessy just held her, looking in shock. She wanted to die. He
had thought that maybe, he had gotten through to her, even if it was just a
little bit, but no. She wanted to die. "Kris," he crushed her to him. "Don't
ask me that. Never, 'do you hear me', never, I will never let you die."
"Why not?" She was still in his arms. Not even breath stirred. "What
possible reason would you have to make me live? I didn't want this, didn't ask
for any of it."
He didn't want to consider any reasons she could possibly come up with. He
couldn't let her die. "Because believe it or not, I would rather not have to
rise another night, if you weren't in it. Please, Kris, I can't undo all that
you have had to face so far. But if you will let me, I can and will do almost
anything to make it better. You were happy just a few minutes ago. Why throw
that away. Please, Cousin, forget that son of a bitch that did this to you.
Just live, to spite him if you have to have a reason other than my wanting you
to live. Just please, don't ask me to let you die. I've been alone for over
sixty years, since Janis let me go. I thought I wanted to be on my own, but
please. Now with you, I just can't think of going on alone, again."
She shook her head. "You're not alone. You have Randy, Patty, Danny, and
the rest. What is so important about me? I'm just some throw away that you got
stuck with. Why won't you just tell me how to die. I know that there has to be
a cleaner way to do it, that the way Marcus did it. Just tell me, please, just
tell me."
'She doesn't understand'. He marveled. Well how could she, she was just
all of three days old, a baby. "You're right, I do have all those I keep here,
and I do love them dearly. But Kris, they are mortal. I was the last, for so
very long, the last of our kind, I didn't believe that there would ever again be
another. There isn't that many of us, total, even world wide, there isn't that
many. We could very easily populate a small town in the mid-west. Mortals,
they die, even with as much of my blood as they all have had so far, eventually
they will die, and I will be left alone again. But with you," he pressed a kiss
to her forehead. "With you, I won't ever have to be alone again. I know of few
couples or threesomes that have been together for several thousand years. I
want that with you." He was crying with her, his tears just as bloody as hers.
"Please, Kris, we're vampires, love, hate, joy, pain, all our emotions, they
flare fast and burn hot for us. So please believe me when I tell you I love
you. I fell in love with you last night, when I held you as you first gave your
hunger to me, first tried to reach out for someone, anyone, to help make it hurt
less. Please, just live, if only for me, just keep living."
She looked up at him, unsure about what to say. "You, you love me?" It
couldn't be that simple. When she had found and fallen for Mitch, she had
thought that everything bad in her life had been made right in his love for her,
but here, now, another man, one that she wanted, who could understand what was
going on in her life, he loved her too.
"If you only give me half a chance, I am going to spend the next million
years showing you just how much. Please, Kris, just live. Don't die on me.
Don't follow your father into the sun, please."
Randy and Danny, as well as Patty practically threw themselves at the two
vampires. "Please, Mistress, don't die." Danny was the first of the three to
begin. "Please, I thought you like me, liked us, what are we doing wrong?"
"Mistress, if you die, I don't know if I will ever get my master to try
living again. I've been with him long enough to know him. If he says he loves
you, he does. If he loves you, so do I. Please, don't leave us." Randy tried
to reason with her.
Kris was monetarily overwhelmed by all that she was feeling. The shock of
what had happened, what was going to happen, it just left her speechless.
"Mistress," Patty wasn't like the guys. She had lost her life and love when
she chose to come here, but at least she had chosen this. This poor woman, it
had been forced on her. "Do you hate us? Because if you die, it as if you are
saying you hate us. Our master is right, you can live, go on and make something
out of your life. Enjoy living again, just to prove that you can. You're made
of stronger stuff than what you think of you are. The men, they don't
understand what you are going through, but I do. Do you think you are the first
woman alive that has had to pick up and go on? I might have chosen to come
here, but if it hadn't been for the fact that the man I loved had looked
elsewhere, had decided that I wasn't enough for him, I wouldn't be here. Don't
you think there are days, as I lie in bed, that I sometimes wonder what would
have happened if the Lady Janis hadn't found me? I'd be dead, that is what, and
I know it." She blushed looking down. "I was stupid, had slit my wrists
because I though I was without worth, all because some stupid man, cheated on
me. But here now, I share the man I love with everyone in this house, and I do
love him. I love them all. It is a new chance for you, if only you will take
it. Love is so easy for him, but so is pain and grief. Let him, us, love you.
Please, just let it lie. Because, Mistress, if you died, it would mean that you
hated us all, and I would hate you for the pain you caused those I loved. If my
hate means anything to one of you, I would. And my master, he could never make
me forgive you. Because I would know, you were a coward. Prove that you
aren't."
Anger flared in Kris, washing over the pain and anguish that she was
feeling. How I 'dare' this woman, and even though she looked no older than in
her late teens, Kris knew she was a woman. How dare she think that her life was
any comparison to what hers was. "Coward? Who the fuck, do, you think you are?
I had a life. A job, a home, I was engaged to be married." She held up her
left hand, where the engagement ring that Mitch had given her was. "I was a
virgin, he raped me, killed me, and then left me, threw me out like so much
trash. You don't know anything about what I went through, how could you?"
"No, Mistress, I don't. But if you died, then I never would. Teach me;
show me that there really is goodness in the world outside that door. Because
in here, those that you now share with our master, we know so very little about
a life that isn't ugly, isn't pain. But you can teach us, if only you would
live long enough to do just that."
Kris looked from her, to Jessy, then to all the rest as they sat, lay, or
stood, watching her. Each of them waiting to see if the horror and ugliness
that was beyond the front door of their home would slip in, and there would be
pain again. "I," what could she say. That she would not try to find an easy
way to just die? That is what they all wanted. She looked at Jessy, he loved
her, and she believed that, as much as she believed that Mitch loved her. Then
the pain, the heart killing pain that she had tried so very hard not to touch,
it stuck her. 'Oh God, Mitch', what kind of hell was he going through? He
didn't know she was all right, knew nothing other than the fact she had
disappeared. Did he think her dead, or worse? "Mitch," she felt so wrong, so
cheap. She had made a pact with him. They would wait until they were married
to give into everything they felt for each other. Had spent the last four
months, living together, sharing the same bed, the same house, everything but
the one thing that she now wished she had shared with him. And now, even though
no one had told her that she didn't dare ever let him know how she was, she knew
he couldn't ever know that she wasn't his anymore, that there was not only
another man in her life, but another four.
Jessy watched as the emotions that were raging in her played out on her
face. She had been a virgin when Marcus had taken her, he knew that, but he
didn't know that she was promised to another. How could he ever compete with
what was now for all intents and purposes, 'a ghost'? "Kris," he slowly, ready,
to pull away if she fought, pulled her close again. "There is no way I can ever
undo what was done to you. I know that, so I won't even try, but baby, isn't
our love enough? Can't it fill that place in your heart, even, just a little
bit?" He stroked her hair, hoping beyond all hope that she would say yes. No,
he wasn't this mortal man that she had loved, but he was here, he loved her, and
would always love her.
She pulled up, to look at him. "I don't know what is happening to me. "She
hiccuped, touching his cheek. "But, knowing you love me, it helps." This time
it was she who sought his lips and not the other way around. If she was damned
to live eternity without Mitch, she could learn to live with that, because she
now had this wonderful man, who loved her, all these people, and all they wanted
her to do was live, that would have to be enough. "It helps because I don't
feel so bad about loving you." She instinctively knew what to do next, she
lowered her mouth to his throat, and teeth finding his blood losing, herself, in
the heat she knew would take her. *God help me, I love you. * She just cried
as she drank. Mitch was gone from her forever, but now, at least she had Jessy,
and with him came all these other loves. Yes she could find peace and happiness
again with this man.
* * *
Janis pulled up in the driveway, looking over at the two that she had with
her. Poor lost things. She hated when she had to take the will of anyone, even
a mortal, but she also knew that she would do anything to see that her brothers
Childe thrived. "Okay, we are here. Don't be afraid, no one is going to hurt
you." She had tried to talk to them during their ride here, but for the most
part, Mitch, the younger man, had only looked at her, lost and confused. He
didn't understand what this woman wanted from him. And Alex, had sat in the
back seat, and cried. "Now, are you both listening to me?"
"Yes, Mistress, they both responded automatically.
She nodded. "I didn't lie when I told you that I knew where Kris was." She
smiled softly at Mitch. "She is within. Now, I don't want either of you going
in there and upsetting her. She has been through quite enough for one so young.
Do you both think you can meet her with smiles on your pretty faces? She is
probably going to be upset enough when she sees you both. I don't want you to
upset her any more than she will be already."
"Why, Mistress?" Mitch just looked at her, so lost, so trusting. "Why will
she be upset at seeing us?"
She sighed. She might as well tell them, by the time they finally made it
back to themselves it wouldn't matter. They would be thought lost and with any
luck, dead as well. Not that she was worried that anyone would ever look for
them here, but because, with as much as those around them were hurting now, the
pain would only increase with their absents. "Because, she will know I have
taken you from the world of mortals, to bring you here to her. She will feel
guilty that more of those she loves will feel pain. But I had to take you.
Please, if you both can understand me, make her see that I had to take you."
She pushed, ever so slightly. "You saw what I was." Then she looked at Mitch.
"She will be your mistress now, as much as my son will be your master. You are
their slaves now. And their slaves you will be for the rest of your lives. I
am sorry that I had to take you. I know neither one of you will understand
this. But I had to take you." She turned off the car. And just sat there for
a moment. She knew how her little niece would react. She knew that the girl
would hate her for what she had done but better, that, than leaving her totally
bereft of all that she had known. With Jessy, it had been different, with each
of his toys that she had gotten for him, the same. They all had come into this.
Eyes wide open. But these two were like her sons little toy, had been taken by
force. Left to wander for days even weeks lost to themselves. "Let's go, shall
we?" She opened the door, motioning for them both to do the same.
* * *
Kris lay in Jessy's arms, he had made love to her, again, and it was like it
always was with him, love. She felt calmer now. And almost happy, again she
began to believe that this life was not going to be as bad as she had feared.
"Would you believe, I'm hungry again?" She giggled.
He just laughed at her, planting kisses all over her face. "Yeah, with as
much emotional energy that you've put out, I can just bet you're hungry. So,
which of them do you think should be next, or you willing to wait on me. I'm
starved as well. I don't usually have to feed like I have the last couple of
nights, but with the fact that you keep latching on to my throat, a guy has to
keep up his diet, know what I mean?"
Kris never had the chance to answer him. The door opened, intruding on
their peace. "What?" She looked up to see not only Janis standing there but
Mitch and Alex as well. "No," she was up and across the room before Jessy could
even take in what he saw. "Mitch," she threw her arms around him. "How?" She
looked first from him to Alex, "oh, no." They were like she had been, and lost,
their wills gone. "Oh, no," she glared at Janis. "What have you done, you
stupid bitch?" Bobby would go mad, Alex was his whole world, and now. "Why?"
She demanded, holding Mitch close.
"I'm sorry Kris, but, I had no choice. They saw me, knew me for what I was.
Better by far that I bring them to you, than take them to add to the already
overly large herd I had at home." Okay, so she had to lie to this girl for the
second time in less than a week. But again, better she believe a lie than know
the truth.
Jessy came to stand beside where Kris stood, holding Mitch, protectively.
"Mother, what happened?" Don't lie to me Janis, you can't tell me that you just
happened to stumble into these two, it's not like it used to be, we don't feed
from strangers anymore. Why, do you have any idea who, these, two are, what
they mean to her? *
*Yes Jessy, I do. I am sorry for any pain I cause her, but the boy, he was
so upset they both were, better that they come here, and see that she is well
and cared for. She needed extra feeders anyway. At least this way, she knows
them. * She would not back down. Could not, with the feeling of fresh pain
that was still so strong in the room. "I had only went to see where it was that
she used to work, where Marcus had taken her from. These two, they surprised
me, saw me weeping, I could not change the color of my tears, or hide my nature
from them, I was grieving, you know how that effects us. I had just lost my
brother. I went to the last place that he had found peace, where he had taken
his Childe."
"Well, at least you brought them here. You're right. You have a bunch
three times the size of mine and you don't feed near as much as I do. They
would have gotten lost in all those pretty little toys you keep."
Janis nodded. "With her here, you need more, you are right, I don't feed
near as often as you do. And now with her, I know you care for your herd, and I
didn't want to see you put any of them at risk. And with her here, they would
be. At her age, not being allowed to kill anymore, she feeds ten to twelve
times a night. And yes, I know you have them all so bound to you that what she
takes is replaced in hours, but, with two young vampires, particularly as young
as she is, I thought you needed them much more than I do. So I brought them to
you."
"It's good to see you Mistress." Mitch just held Kris to him. He didn't
even notice her lack of clothing. He didn't notice much of anything, but the
fact that now, he had her back.
"I'm sorry Childe, I wish they had never seen me. I would rather risk my
boy's six than the pain I know this will cause you." Now she would see if what
Marcus saw in this girl was, really, there. See if she was as strong as her
brother had believed her to be.
Kris would not let Mitch go. Now that she had him again, she would not let
him go. "Damn you, you fucking bitch, do you know what you have done? Bad
enough you took Mitch, I could live with having to help him through all of this,
but when Alex finally wakes up, he's going to hate me. You took him; Bobby is
going to go nuts. It wasn't enough for you, that that thing you call your
brother took me, but Alex, he is Bobby's whole world."
"Kris?" Jessy wanted to scream. He had just gotten her through wanting to
die, and now, this. "No one is going to hate you, my mother on the other hand,
yeah, when we finally get them back from where their minds are wandering right
now. They will hate her, but not you. If anything they will see you as their
protectress and savior. Janis is right, we did need them, and she could have
kept them, seen to it that they never recovered." *Damn you mother, I just got
her past wanting to die, and now this. What were you thinking, or were you
thinking at all? * He was so mad at the woman who had made him what he was.
For the first time in over a hundred and forty years, he was ashamed of what he
was. What right did he, or any of them, have to live if they would do this to
another of their own? He moved slowly to pull Alex close. Two more men and
this one as gender biased as Randy was, and by the look of his collar his mortal
lovers slave already. Oh well, looks like he was going to have to go out and
gather a few more women, just to balance out the overwhelming number of men in
his house. "Come on, pretty boy, why don't you come over here and be with me
for a while. It's okay, didn't Janis tell you no one would hurt you here?"
Alex looked at him, confused. "Master?"
Jessy looked at the collar on his throat, again, sighing. "Yeah, that's
what I'm called. Now come on with you. Let's go and see if we can find
something to do while your mistress greets her friend."
Kris looked up as Jessy was slowly leading Alex farther into the room.
"Don't hurt him Jessy, please." What else would happen because of her. How
many more people would have to suffer for her?
"Hurt him?" Jessy just chuckled at her. "Cousin, you should know by now, I
don't hurt those in my home. He and I will get along just fine." He tilted
Alex's face up to meet his. "Won't we?"
Janis just nodded. It would all work out. Yes these two just might hate
her, once they found their way back from where all mortals fled when their,
free, will was taken, but she could live with that. She could, even, live with
Kris's hate, as long as the girl lived. "I will let you go. Again, Childe, I
am sorry for the pain I know this is going to cause you."
"Go to hell, you have no idea what pain you are causing people tonight.
Mitch has parents, Alex as well. I won't even go into what Bobby is going to go
through, all because you just had to see where it all happened."
"No Childe, I do understand, all too well the pain I am causing so many
tonight. You will never know how much I wish I hadn't had to take them. Nor do
I think, you will ever understand, or believe how little choice I had."
"Go on Mother, I will fix this mess, that's what you made me for after all
wasn't it? So I can fix the messes our family make." He was so mad at her,
that he didn't dare say anything else, for fear of saying what he really thought
of her right now, and then knowing that his bunch would have to stand and watch
her punish him. He wasn't afraid of the pain, he had been punished before. But
Kris, Randy, Patty, the others, they would not understand. Especially not Kris,
she had no parent was alone in all of this. And for one brief moment, he wished
he were orphaned too. Oh he loved Janis, more than life, but he was so mad at
her right now. How could she do this to him, to Kris?
Kris didn't pay Janis anymore attention as the woman left. She was too
busy, trying to get Mitch to listen to her. "Come on Mitch. I promise you. I
won't let anyone hurt you. You just come on over here and sit with me." She
was so hungry, but she'd rather starve than take so much as one drop from either
his or Alex's. Not now; not, with as confused and befuddled as they both were.
"Mistress?" Mitch sat where she indicated. "The other mistress, she said
we were here for you. That now, you would need us." Janis had explained it all
in the car on the way over here, what Kris was now, what she needed. "Are you
hungry Mistress?"
Kris just closed her eyes. Was she hungry? If only he knew how hungry she
was, he would, if he had any sense at all, run from her. She was a vampire now.
"Yes, Mitch, I'm hungry, but you don't have to worry, I won't touch you. I
promise." *Jessy, what happened? When I was like this, I didn't even know who
I was, how did she pull this off? *
*Janis is many times older than Marcus was. Skill comes with age. She can
take a mortals will, leave them lost, but still leave them with their identity.
* Jessy didn't want to say anything good about his mother, but he had to be
honest, both with Kris and himself. The woman was very talented.
Mitch gave her that wonderful smile that had won her heart. "It's okay
Mistress, see," he turned his head, exposing his throat to her. "I love you, I
know you won't hurt me." Even as lost as he was, he still had that much
complete and absolute trust in her. He knew she wouldn't hurt him.
"Go on, Kris, I won't let you lose yourself in him. It is the best way to
ease him into this life." Jessy sat by her, holding Alex as the younger man
watched both fascinated and a little frightened as Kris just gave into the
horrible hunger she was feeling, and took Mitch.
Mitch moaned softly, arms lifting to hold her to him. He had never felt
anything like this before in his life, and as he heard the fabric of his shirt
tear, and Kris's hands on his skin, he just pressed himself that much farther
into her hands.
*Kris, you need to pull back now, honey. No I know you aren't full, but I
don't have a bond with him yet. He isn't as strong as our other six. * Jessy
had to use just a little more effort with her this time. She had only take a
pint or so from Mitch, but he didn't dare let her take more, not with the mortal
still completely unchanged.
He waited only long enough to know that she had indeed pulled back, before
going to pull Alex to him. No these two new ones, were not as strong as the
rest of his lot was, but that could and would change very soon.
She was still so hungry, but Jessy was right. So she pulled back, losing
herself now in the hands and mouth of the man that she was originally going to
marry. Finally able to share with him what she never had before. "Make love to
me, baby." She whispered softly in his ear as her hands returned each touch,
every caress, as she pulled his pants from him. "Come on baby, I want to feel
you make love to me."
'Make love, to her, yes, oh yes'. He wanted to do that, had wanted to do
just that for so long, and now. "Tell me Mistress if I hurt you." Lost he
might be, but he still held to the knowledge that they both were virgins.
*You won't hurt me. It's okay, just made love to me. * The ability to talk
while your mouth was otherwise occupied was going to come in very handy. And as
he pulled even closer to her, entering her, everything else was forgotten.
* * *
Jessy pulled Kris close, as Mitch finished. Gods the girl was so hungry.
He would have to share his blood with both of them and do so soon. "Go on baby.
I know that boy of yours only wet your appetite." Poor, girl, to have back what
you wanted so badly and not able to fully lose yourself in him. Well no matter,
he could see to both of them before he went to sleep at dawn. And unlike with
Jake, he would have to deal with Mitch's virginity, just like he had with Danny.
Kris would never forgive him, if he let her lover get hurt in anyway. He was
very lucky that thanks to his crew, he was greatly attracted to anything cute,
boy or girl.
Mitch watched as Kris left him to go to Jessy. He didn't understand. He
thought he did what she wanted. It had felt so good, why was she leaving him?
"Mistress?" He looked at her.
"It's okay, our mistress, she can't feed from you yet as much as she can
from us. But you just wait. Soon as our master fixes you both, she won't be so
ready to pull away from you." Danny had been where both these guys were. He
had his will taken in the beginning too. "Why don't you just come over and join
the rest of us. No need in you sitting over here all alone." He held out a
hand. Jessy had been so good to him when he was as lost as these two were. So
the way he saw it, he needed to be the same to them. Randy had taken Alex in
hand the moment Jessy had pulled away to handle Kris. But Mitch, who was, or
had been his mistress's fiancee, he would see to. After all, he was going to be
to her, what Randy was to his master. So as he saw it, while she was busy,
Mitch was his responsibility.
Kris had forgotten everything as she lay back holding Jessy to her.
"Thanks."
"For what baby?" He traced a pattern over her breasts with his finger.
"For helping me with Mitch." She moaned low, "Just for being you, I guess."
She reached up to kiss him. "I love you."
He continued to play with her body. She was thanking him for being himself.
So after all that his people had done to her and all those that were now in his
house, she still loved him. "You don't ever have to doubt mine, baby girl. I
will love you until the day you die, or I walk out in the sun, which ever comes
first."
She pushed him back, so she was the one looking down at him. "Jess?" She
touched his chest. "I really want to make love to you again, but, is it okay if
I blow you first? The last one I even started to blow was Marcus, and that
didn't count." She had wondered then what it would be like, and now, he loved
her, she loved him and he had done so much for her. This was the one thing she
could give him. She had never really blown any man before. She could give him
the last piece of innocents she had to offer. Marcus had taken her virginity.
Danny, sweet love, that he was, he had been so good to her. Jessy had done so
much for her already, so she could give him this, he wouldn't have to watch over
her, wouldn't have to worry about her not feeling any pain. *Would you like
that, Jess? Or is it something that only that asshole wanted? *
She wanted to blow him. Was asking if he wanted her to. He wasn't sure if
he could come up with the words to tell her how much he wanted to feel her mouth
on him or not. He just smiled, reached out to touch her cheek and nodded.
She wasn't sure just how to go about this, did she just go down on him, or
work her way, up, to it, or down to it as the case may be. Like she told him,
the only one that she had ever even tried this with was Marcus, and that was
right before he beat, raped and killed her. "Jessy, I don't want to sound
stupid or anything, but, can you help me? I don't want to suck," she just
smiled at him. "At it, pardon the pun. You have done so much for me. I want
to make it good."
Jessy laughed softly at the pun she had made. She didn't want to 'suck' at
it. That was rich, like he would even notice if she did a good job or not.
With all likelihood, he'd cum the moment he felt her mouth on him. "Tell you
what, baby girl, if you feel shy, you don't have to do it. I am forever touched
that you want to, but you don't have to."
"Oh, no you don't lover. If I didn't want to make love to you like this, I
wouldn't have offered. I want to, you have no idea how much, I just don't think
the way I was 'told' to do it last time, is how it is done when two people love
each other. I don't just want to bend over and just suck on it, I want to love
you." She reached down and began to stroke him. "I want to love you so much.
I just want a little instruction, that's all."
All she had to do was just go down on him, with as tightly wound as he was
right now, that would be all it would take. But she was right, might as well
teach her now to do it right to begin with. "Lay back Kris." The best way he
could teach her was to show her what to do on her body first. "I know that you
and I are made a little different. But, the build up is pretty much the same,
and I can show you a whole hell of a lot easier, and better, than I could ever
hope to tell you."
She giggled as she lay back. "Built different, nah, you don't say." He was
going to make love to her, now, with his mouth. She loved when he did. But
this time, she was going to have to pay close attention to everything he did.
"Viva la difference."
"Hush, you," he kissed her softly. Pressing her down under him while he
just kissed her. *Okay baby girl, school is in. * By the time he finished with
her, she would be clawing the paint off the walls. It was one thing that he had
perfected in all the time he had been around. He had been good at it, very
good, before Janis had made him her Childe, and after more than sixty years in
her bed. And all the time he had spent with Patty, Sally and Tracy. He was
more than just a little sure of what he was doing. He was down right positive.
Again she almost cried in wonder as his lips play over her skin, her throat,
her shoulders, her breasts. Every where, and every where he touched she felt
liquid fire. And as his hands joined his mouth, she did cry, softly.
He took her foot into his hand, kissing her ankle. She wanted to know how
to make love to someone with her mouth. And now, with as sweet and loving as
she was, he wanted make love to her with his.
He chuckled as she gasped as he ran his tongue up the back of her calve,
biting gently, not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough so that he
knew she would feel it. On of the things he had learned first thing, was that
as a vampire, he might be more sensitive, but the concept of pain, had changed a
great deal. What now felt so good to her, would have only days ago, had her
screaming in pain.
She didn't know to giggle or moan as she felt the press of his lips at the
back of her knee. But as his hands moved up her leg, scratching lightly at the
inner part of her thigh, she did moan. It felt so wonderfully good. If he
would ever just touch her sex with his mouth, she knew she wouldn't last more
than a minute.
He heard her moan and then cry out softly as his fingers parted her sex, and
pushed inside her, thrusting even before his mouth made it to her. She was so
wet, so hot. He was going to go mad long before he ever had a chance to lose
himself in her. But it was a madness that he could live with. He smiled to
himself as he looked down at her sweet, wet and fragrant sex. He would later,
have to have her shave. Like he had all the others do. Might as well, she
would learn soon enough, like the rest of his, that her body would loose most of
her body hair anyway. And she would lose her groin hair, altogether. But for
now, like he had done so many times, thus far, he just pushed that thought back
as his mouth took the place of his finger.
This time, as she felt not only his mouth on her, but also the added feeling
of his fingers as they thrust into her rectum, she did scream. Feeling the
beginnings of her orgasm begin to wash over her. "Oh, yes, oh, oh, 'yes'." She
was lost, totally lost in all the pleasure that he was sharing with her. Forget
blowing him, she could do that later, but now, *Now, please, make love to me
now. *
*I am, open up for me again, baby, * he felt her fluids as they washed over
his face, drinking them as he began to thrust even harder, lips and teeth
latching on to her clitoris, and his tongue began to drive her mad. Holding her
hips down as she began to try to lift them to meet his wickedly tormenting
mouth. He would have her again, would hear and feel her as she came again.
Then, and only then, would he lose himself in her.
She clung to him, sobbing as he moved up, her body, parting her legs farther
for him so that he could give her what she needed so much. "Now, please Jessy,
now."
"Yes, lady love, now." And he silenced her scream with his mouth as he
filled her.
