Children Of The Night
By: Veronica Leigh Marquette
CHAPTER 18
Kris held Mitch to her as they made love. *Please, Father, is it okay now?
* It had been almost two months since Jessy had taken her as his true Childe,
two long and frustrating months.
Jessy looked at her, reaching out to see how she felt. *Okay, baby. I'll
keep watch. * The main reason he hadn't let her feed from any of them yet, was
she had been so proud of herself. And he didn't want any weakness now, to hurt
her. But she felt pretty much in control. He doubted if he would have to step
in, and if he did, it wouldn't be any more than to nudge her.
Mitch almost lost consciousness as Kris bit him. It had been so long, and
the feeling of finally giving himself to her, only make the time apart that,
much, more painful. 'Don't stop, please baby. Don't stop'. Now like this, he
would give her anything, because now like this, he could finally know how deeply
he loved her
She growled low in her chest, crushing him to her as she twisted to pin him
to the bed. Her mouth brutally devoured his as nails scratched up his chest,
fingers catching in his nipple rings, tugging sharply. "God, I've missed this."
She pulled up to sit straddled on Mitch.
Over the past year, she had begun to be much more responsive to her lovers
drives. Like they did with pet, precious, angel, even puck and sweety, they had
to do for butch as well. And be willing to respond to his needs. He had given
himself to them, freely, or as freely as any mortal can be once bound. And in
turning himself over to them as completely as he did, he was a constant reminder
of their duty by him. If he could give them so much, he deserved nothing less.
Jessy had explained it to her once, maybe, twice, but no more. She went out of
her way to see to it that she followed his lead in everything they did.
Jessy leaned against her, biting at her shoulder. "Roll back over, baby,
let's share this."
'Oh, God, oh God, oh God'. Mitch cried out as he was pinned between both
Kris who lay under him and Jessy, who pushed him down against her.
*Do you want this, Butch? * Jessy ran his hands down Mitch's back,
caressing him.
He couldn't speak, couldn't think. Deep in his heart, he so wanted to
answer, but he just couldn't form the words to tell him how much he did.
Jessy's mind reached out to touch Kris's. *Be with me, baby. Let's take
him together. *
Mitch saw white, as Kris thrust up against him, as he felt smooth, slick,
fingers beginning to work their way in him, thrusting down, pushing him against
the body under him that rose to pin him, there, frozen.
Jessy was slow, as he firmly, but oh so gently, worked his fingers, one at a
time, until it was his hand in him. Making soothing noises at Mitch's whimper
of pain. He eased his fingers into a fist to begin to make love to him with it.
"That's it, baby boy." He thrust, teasingly light. Listening to the whimper
like moans that slipped past Mitch's clinched jaw. "Damn, but you are so
pretty." *Now, * his mouth lowered, even as Kris's head lifted to the other
side of Mitch's throat, fangs sinking home.
Mitch screamed his orgasm as the mutual feel of both vampires locking on to
him, the hips under him, grinding up against his, as the fist embedded in him,
thrust forward hard, several times. Taking his ability to do anything, but cry.
And when it left him, just to be replaced with Jessy's erection, he came again,
sobbing.
It was just so, there were not words for what it felt like. Even after they
pulled away from feasting on him together, and he lay between them as they made
love. The feelings were still, so indescribable, that Mitch could do nothing
more than hold on, crying., as he felt nails claw his back, the pull at his
nipples as Jessy reached and yanking them, only added to the feeling he was lost
in.
* * *
Kris tried to sooth him, as Jessy pulled away to clean up. "What's wrong
Butch, we didn't hurt you, too much, did we? I'm sorry baby, but you just have
no idea what you are like when you get to that point with us."
Mitch lifted his head, to look down into her eyes. "Yes, honey, you hurt
me." He smiled a bit wickedly. "But God, it was so good." He snickered as he
ground his hips that were still locked with hers. "You always make it just so
damn good."
"If they all are going to react like you, I'm going to have to start making
it a habit of sharing my meal with Kris." Jessy threw himself down with them
both.
"I don't know Jessy, Father; Mitch doesn't count, of all of them here he is
the only one, other than you, that I really would die for. But as for the
others, I just don't know, maybe, if you are with me I can do it. You have no
idea, how much I want to start eating off the same plate, as it were." She
watched as Mitch went into Jessy's arms.
"I know I've lost a lot of blood tonight, so far." Mitch began as Jessy
reached for the, ever present, pitcher on the nightstand. "But, how long before
I can do that again?"
"Give your body a few hours to replace what you have lost, boy. I won't let
you be weakened." He took the empty glass from Mitch. "Especially not knowing
how much you can take." He pressed Mitch back on the bed under him. "And here
I thought Angel was special in his tastes." He clawed up Mitch's thigh. "I
have never tested any of my boys like I just tested you. Do try to refrain from
bragging to them too much. Or I will end up having to punish them for their
attitude. Because, they all will want to, add that, to our play. Most
assuredly angel, more than pet or precious; puck with as much as he likes it
real, would only cry and beg off. And Sweety, oh my, she is going to go nuts
trying to decide if she is up to it or not. But puck is going to be the one
that will take me the longest to lead him to this point. But, he has all the
time in the world with me, so eventually."
Mitch reached up and pulled back the hair, which had grown long in the last
year, to expose his throat. "Master."
Jessy didn't want to risk him, but he had, no, more control with Mitch's
complete submission, than he had, had, with Randy's. The blood filled his mouth
as the boy's heart filled his soul.
'That clinches it '. Kris reached for the nightstand on her side of the
bed, for the knife she knew was there. With as much as they both had fed from
Mitch, Jessy was going to have to feed him. She knew her father, husband, mate
and friend well enough to know he would never risk Mitch. "Here you go, baby."
She held the knife to Jessy. "He's been fed from four times in the last hour.
I'm stunned he hasn't passed out yet."
Jessy growled playfully taking the knife. "You know, Butch, there are times
my girl forgets just who the parent is in this relationship."
"Well then 'Father', if you are so much the adult and I the Childe, trying
behaving like one, without bitching. I only commented because I know you. I
knew what you would want, and got it, before you had to ask." Kris snapped.
"Yes, Jessy, I've only been your Childe by blood for just a couple of months,
but I've been your Childe, in my heart, since the moment I met you. I know you
well enough to know that you would rather cut off your hand than hurt any of
them."
"I do believe, Master, you're busted." Mitch laughed. He had done it. Had
finally found someone that he could really and truly belong to. A permanent
link to everything he held dear.
"Sheath your claws, woman, I was only teasing."
Kris hissed at him, laughing. "You didn't say that earlier. When I had them
at your back."
"I can deal with battle marks on my back, clawing up my face is where I draw
the line." He pressed the knife against the side of his neck, cutting deep into
the jugular beneath. "Drink, Butch, Kris is right, you don't have that much
blood to spare. I will not have you placed in danger"
* * *
The house was quiet around them. Everyone was at peace. Ryan had been
fussed at, and had promised to never forget whom he was to answer to first, ever
again. Then spent the next hour, trying to go out of his way to make it up to
both Jessy and Kris. Fran had worried about her son and the interest Janis had
taken in him, and mused over it continuously, until Jessy had to take her and go
out of his way to make her understand, that Nick would never be put in danger.
That he could, and, would protect both the infant and his mother.
Mitch hadn't had to brag, the fact that it took him longer to sit down, and
more than just one wince, was all the bragging he needed to do. By the time his
three, were finished pumping Mitch for the dirt. His boys reacted just like he
knew he would. Both Randy and Alex were at him. Bobby was in the floor,
begging, and Ryan had pulled away, shocked.
"What did I tell you, Butch." Jessy shook his head, chuckling.
Ryan reached for Kris. "Please, Kris, M'lady, don't ask me to do that. He
can fuck me anytime he wants, it doesn't hurt, feels good. But that, please, I
know you are mad at me, but don't do that. Beat me if you feel I need to be
beat, but please, not that."
Kris hushed him, holding him close. "Jessy won't do that to you, at least
not yet. Eventually maybe, if you end up as much his as they are, but not yet.
And honey, you haven't been 'fucked' since we took you in. Even when we didn't
love you like we do now, we still always made 'love to you'."
"Why don't you bring your sketchbook and come on down with us to the
playroom. After seeing some of those sketches that you had been hiding from me,
I am beginning to thing that you like to draw us when we are playing most of
all." Jessy looked to Mitch. "This is the first time you have been included in
our play, love. You still think you are up to it?"
"I've been wanting to have you make me scream since you and Kris put the
thing in and I have had to listen to Randy Alex and Bob make all kinds of noise.
Yes, I'm still up to it."
"Baby," Jessy turned to look at Tracy. "I know you have been wishing to
take your friend down and see what the two of you can do there, do you think
bright eyes is up to it?"
"Say 'yes' Mistress. Please, I've been wanting to be able to forgo the gag
for weeks now, but with our master's son sleeping just a couple of rooms away, I
haven't dared." Sam was on his knees at her side.
Jessy frowned at him. "Baby, I understand that the two of you are much
closer than I had first thought you would be. But." His tone became firm.
"Kris is your mistress. I don't want to hear you have him call you that, other
than when the two of you are being just that together. He might respond to you
as a slave, but he is 'my' slave, as you are. Don't forget that, ever again."
"Yes, Master." Tracy hadn't realized when she and Sam had begun to explore
all that they were feeling for each other, that it might cause problems. "I'm
sorry."
Jessy held out his hand to her. "I am not angry with you, this time, nor
will I fuss at the boy. He has chosen this path for himself, and I am more than
willing to allow it. But remember Baby, if I have to take exception to his
behavior again, it will be you I will punish, and not him. So best you get him
in line."
Tracy was floored. Her master just didn't behave like this. He never
raised his voice, didn't even make a habit of fussing at them and outside of
Jake and Mitch, had never punished any of them. But now . . . "Yes, Master."
Sam practically fell at Jessy's feet, where he was holding Tracy. "Don't,
Master, please. Baby and I, we have an understanding between us. Don't hurt
her, I didn't mean to make you mad. I won't do it anymore, I promise."
Jessy cupped his chin, smiling. "Don't be afraid, Bright Eyes. I
understand, just see to it that the only one you call mistress, when you are not
alone with her, or either in the play room or out of the house, is Kris. You
can do that for me, can't you?"
Kris watched on, as she sat, holding Ryan. She had noticed over the last
few months that her father was changing. And she wasn't sure if she liked it or
not. "Don't worry Puck, I don't think Jessy is as irritated at baby and her
thing with bright eyes as he is carrying on. Probably just nipping the problem
in the bud. I still don't think if she doesn't hurt him, he will really punish
her." *Father, I've never seen you like this. What's the problem? I don't
care if baby's boy there calls her mistress or not. *
*Well I do love. I have worked too hard for the last year to get them to
the point that they are at right now. I will not let that be threatened. Sorry
beloved, but I guess I have to grow up sometime. *
*Just do me a favor, don't get all prim and proper on me all at once. I
like you just the way you are. *
Jessy pushed Tracy off his lap, standing. "Shall we go and play, Baby, or
have I upset you too much?"
Tracy breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm all for it Master, Sam has been
nagging me since we moved in to talk you into letting us play in it. Let me go
and get some things for him. You are being good enough to let us play in it, I
won't ask to borrow your things."
* * *
Jessy wondered to himself, as he tied, Bobby over the edge of the bed, if
maybe, being a vampire might indeed make one just a bit of a sadist. Over
twenty years and it took an orphaned Childe to make him begin to explore his own
nature. He had never realized how good it sounded to hear one of those that you
owned, beg. But now, he was even more intent on what he was feeling, than ever
before. "I've been wanting to do this with you, since you finally came back to
yourself, and still gave yourself to me." They all were so sweet, so pretty.
He could have kicked himself for not giving in before he had. Well, no matter,
they all seemed to be happy now. Randy had never brought up the fact that it
took having to share him with another, to begin to finally have him open up to
them all. "Cry for me, Angel mine." He stoked the trembling cheeks under him
hand just one more time before bringing it down against the exposed flesh with a
resounding crack. "Cry."
Ryan watched on, his sketch pencil flying over the paper. Trying hard to
ignore the sounds of Bobby's cried as Jessy fisted him. The pleas and the sobs,
how anyone could want what his friend so obviously did, was beyond him. The
knowledge that, one day, he would be expected to give this to his master as well
worried him. Oh he liked when a man, really, and completely, took him. Just
like he liked when he was with one of his friends, the ability, to, really and
completely take them as well. But the thought of anyone, with, their fist, up
him like Jessy's was with Bobby, scared him white. The look of utter suffering
on Bobby's face did more that just, frighten him.
* * *
"Do I really look that bad?" Bobby laughed over Ryan's shoulder. "Damn,
but I look like I'm dying."
"You're getting horrible, Puck. Is the only pictures you know how to make
anymore is of one of us making love?" Kris shook her head.
"I draw what I see, M'lady. It's not my fault that, that, is pretty much
all I see anymore. That and Nicky trying to crawl around on the floor. But
there are only so many different ways I can sketch him crawling. Every time I
turn around, you and master, have come up with a new way to love us. Now, this
new one, You really did look like he was killing you Angel. I know you were
probably having the time of your life, you and butch are strange that way, but
you acted like you were being tortured."
"Well, if that was torture, man, put me on the rack." Randy leaned down and
kissed him. "So, you and Kris going to come and join the play?"
"Play, yes, I have to still be ultra careful when I feed from one of you, so
we can't mix activities for a while, but play, baby, if I were a guy, I would
have the worlds worst care of 'blue balls'."
*Childe, I can do more than one thing at a time. It's been years since I
wasn't able to control myself with them. That is all I do. Don't worry, join
in, have fun. I will always be here for you. * Jessy reached out and gathered
Ryan in his arms. "Are you hungry, baby?" He shushed the boy in his arms.
"You are worrying, about nothing, Puck. I wouldn't, ever, push you like that,
unless I knew you wanted it. And you are far from that point as of yet." Then
he looked back to Kris. "I meant what I said, baby, if you are hungry, I can
and will help to see that you don't push your limits."
"When am I not hungry?" She winked at him. "I had just finally got to the
point that I wasn't going from one right after the other, and then you killed me
again, and it started all over." She touched Ryan's arm. "Do you think you can
keep me in line?" Ryan moaned softly as Kris pushed him back into Jessy's arms.
"I really loved sharing butch with you. Why not the rest?" She cupped Ryan's
face in her hands. "Starting with this one."
"Lucky are we, Kris and Jessy can't feed from us together as long as they do
alone." Mitch commented to Randy.
"Lucky?" Randy just laughed. "Just how can you see, a shorter time spent
in what we both know is paradise, as being, luck?"
"Because, it is so much less, about half. They both will have to feed more.
And by the time their hunger is sated, it will be beginning, for Kris at any
rate, to be building again." Mitch faced him, a look of disgust on his face, as
he took the time to explain to Randy, what was so very obvious to him. "Why is
it we end up hooking up with each other so often? The more they have to feed,
the longer we will be with them. And though true, it, is a shorter time, but in
the long-term."
"He's never explained to me, just why, we spend so much time, wanting him,
this." Alex rested against Bobby.
"It's something in their bite. A drug, or something that has this, I don't
know, this power, it gives us this incredible need to 'fuck'. Jessy would fuss,
and Kris would back him up, that they are making 'love' to us, but we're all men
here, their bite, their blood, it just calls up this purely instinctive and
solely physical drive to 'fuck'." He squeezed Mitch, "okay, so, what you are
telling me, in graphic glee, is we are going to be able to literally bathe them
in our blood? And do so safely?"
"How many times a night, do they feed already, well if you double that,
Their still enough of us, to see to it that, with as fast as we can replace the
blood in our bodies now, that none of us are put in risk." Mitch agreed.
"Trust me, sugar, I might have been going to school to pass the bar, but, my
dad, was a doctor."
"I don't have to trust you, Butch, I know Jessy." Randy snapped at him.
"Do you honestly think he just woke up one day and knew all that he does? When
it comes to the connection his blood has with us, he has been very careful.
When I first came here, and we were beginning to work things out together. He
didn't know squat about taking care of mortals. Remember that he came from a
time where in one night, he went from killer, to invisible. And then, Janis
brought me home. And we might think he's old. But compared to some of the
others, he is as much an infant as Kris is. So he probably went a little
overboard on taking care of me, but he did. I know that, if it is possible, he
will love it. I also know that if he believed I wanted to do it, he will let
me. But if he doesn't think it is safe, then he will say so."
Bobby just laughed. "Don't get your pantyhose in a knot, girlfriend.
Remember, for most of his life, butch, has been just a poor little straight boy.
He wasn't ragging your man." He looked at Mitch. "Best you remember, Butch old
boy, never, do you hear me 'never', let His 'Bitch' hear you bad mouth, or
slight his man again."
"Hey, now," Mitch was quick to defend himself. "I wasn't taking any shots
at him, get real. I was only explaining, how come I know so damn much."
"I know that, Butch." Randy hugged him. "And, you," he turned to look at
Bobby with a pout. "Don't call me his 'Bitch' again. Yes, I am his, hell son,
we all are. But no one other than Kris can get away with claiming to be his
'Bitch'." He smiled as he watched Jessy and Kris, tag-team Ryan. "Yes, I was
his first, but believe me, I don't quite mean as much to him, as she does. I'm
just one of the many mortals they keep here, but she is his Childe. And they
both had already connected as much as two of their kind can connect, before he
killed her again, and made her his."
* * *
They didn't stop with Ryan, but went next, first through Randy, Alex, Bobby,
Tracy, Sam who was pulled from their play together, and back to Mitch. Before
they could pull away. Jessy didn't realize just how much Kris would have to,
now that they were sharing their pets, feed. "I think it is time, we made it
back upstairs." Jessy smiled at Kris. "Unless of course, you're not full?"
"Full, me? Father, I wouldn't care if I was full, I didn't realize how they
would affect me, when they give themselves to both of us, at the same time. I
think I could do this, all the time, for the next umpteen years, and not think
it old hat." She stretched. "But before I make it back upstairs, I think I
need a shower. I'm sweaty, there is blood all over me, and you look no better."
* * *
The shower was hot, and it felt so good, as Kris leaned back, against Jessy
as the hot water, washed the sweat and blood from her skin. "You know
something, Jessy?" She began to rub a soap-laden sponge over his skin, helping
the water to dispatch with the last traces of their feeding.
"No, what pretty girl. Other than you are probably hungry again."
She just laughed at him. "I love you."
He took a playful swipe at her, smacking her backside. "What, you are just
now, coming to that decision? Honey, I've loved you since that first night.
And all I do is keep loving you more and more as the days go by." She was so
willing to go into his arms, her mouth responsive as he kissed her, deep, slow,
and almost as wet as the water that showered down on them.
* * *
Brenda took the baby from Fran, poor girl, Nicky was in one of his moods
tonight. The baby had cried for the last two hours, without taking a break.
"Poor tike." She bounced him gently, trying to calm the child, but there was
nothing that she did that Fran and Jake hadn't been doing for the last two
hours, would calm him. "I don't know, Franny, looks like, you might have to
bother master again, to get him to talk to Nick. Cause, the kid just ain't
chilling." *Ma'am, if Franny brings Nicky down, she isn't going to be
interrupting anything, is she? *
*No, she won't have to come down, Just as soon as Jessy and I get dried off,
we'll be up there anyway. * Kris responded at once. *Tell her to relax. The
more upset she gets, the more the baby is going to cry. *
"Kris, says that they will be up soon enough. And says for you to relax.
The more upset you get, the more upset he is going to be." She handed Nicky
back to his mother.
* * *
"Gods, but that little man can make a lot of noise." Jessy followed by Kris
came into the room. "Kris says he's been crying for hours."
"He started almost the minute you and she took the guys and went downstairs
to play." Fran handed Jessy his son.
Jessy handled the baby with practiced ease. Over the last four months since
he had first taken Nicholas and his mother into his home, he had gotten rather
used to soothing his temperamental son. "Here now, Nicky, what is wrong? Why
are you making all this noise?"
And like every other time, the moment Jessy had his hands on the Nicky, the
baby settled down and just looked up at him with big, dark, blue eyes. "You're
making your mommy crazed, boy." Jessy looked to Fran. "Why don't you go lay
down somewhere, honey, I think I can take this shift with him. You'll be up all
day with him in the morning. Go get some rest." Then he turned to Jake. "Take
her and put her to bed for a while, Boy, and keep her there, even if you have to
give her something to do. I'm up, I've fed enough to make sure that I won't be
hungry again for a while, and Kris is, almost, control wise where she was before
I made her mine."
"Yes, Master." Jake took Fran's hand. "Come on Darlin, he's got Nicky, you
won't have to worry about him for a while. Let's go and find a bed and hit it."
Mitch watched as Jessy moved to a chair with the baby. "I don't get it."
He muttered. "Nicky has been inconsolable for hours, and all you have to do it
touch him."
*Yes, well, I can do something that not even his mother can do. * Jessy's
amused thoughts touched him. *Remember that he is a mortal child. His mind is
easy to control. All I have to do is think soothing thoughts at him, and it
seems to do the trick. * He sat there, rocking the baby, humming softly. "He
knows I love him, he might not know much else, but he knows, I love him."
* * *
Fran sat on the edge of her bed. Worried about Nicky. "What's wrong with
him, Jake? He doesn't usually get like he was tonight. He's usually such a
good baby."
Jake shrugged. "I remember my mother telling a friend of hers who had the
same problem with her baby, that sometimes, there is no reason why they cry,
other than to exercise their lungs. He wasn't wet, I know he wasn't hungry, I
tried to feed him, he wasn't sick, so I suppose he just wanted his daddy. You
did notice how quick he stopped when our master took hold of him?" He sat, down
beside, her, reaching to pull her blouse off. "You need to lie back, I'm going
to keep you in this bed, even if I have to tie you to it." He lifted her chin,
nibbling at her bottom lip. "You don't want to get me in trouble again, do
you?"
She just giggled at him, arms lifting to encircle his shoulders as she
returned his kiss. "No, that would be a bad thing."
Jake knew, as they helped each other pull their clothes off, that she wasn't
here because of him, but it didn't matter. After making it back to himself, he
had discovered that his usual bed mate, had taken another, and Sally just wasn't
interested in spending any great deal of time with him anymore, but that was
okay. He liked Mike well enough, and she deserved to be happy. God knows he
had made her life hell for long enough. So he didn't say anything when he had
made an overture to her, and had been flatly blown off. Then Fran and Nicky had
been brought into the house, and she didn't know anything of his past, didn't
know how much of an asshole he used to be. And he had fallen in love with her
that first night, when he had to come up with something to occupy her time while
Randy and Patty took Mitch and went to go shopping for the baby. And she had
been just as ready to share her time with him, as he was, her. When they
weren't either asleep, dealing with Nicky, or with Jessy and Kris, they tended
to be together.
He moaned low in his chest as Fran teased him with her mouth. "Damn, baby."
He still found the feeling she gave him, every time she blew him, to be toe
curling good. "Come here, girl." He pulled her up against him, mouth locking
on hers as he twisted to lay over her.
Fran gasped softly as he legs lifted over Jake's hips, to ease the entry.
Before coming here, sex had always just been something she did to make money,
but now, ever since Jessy had taken her and her baby into his house, it was
always wonderful. Back, before coming here, orgasms were a non existing
occurrence with her, but now, it didn't matter how many times she came,
sometimes screaming, everything that anyone did with her or too her just made
her that much more orgasmic. "Come on, honey, make it hard." She bit at Jake's
shoulder as he began to move with her, riding through the pleasure they were
sharing.
Jake half moaned, half growled at the feel of her teeth against his skin.
"Hard, I'll make it hard for you, baby." He tangled his fingers in her hair as
he began to move in her with almost painful movements. Holding her head in his
hands, his elbows resting on the bed, he began to make love to her the only way
she ever wanted it. He tried to make her cry out, make her beg for more.
Knowing that if he could get her to that point, it would be his undoing as
surely as it was hers.
"Oh, oh, oh god." Her voice rose as her orgasm built from the bottom of her
womb to roll over her. "Yes, oh yes!" She pulled his head to hers as she came.
Letting him silence her cries with his lips. Giving her whole being to, him,
like she gave herself to no one but Jessy, totally, completely and gladly.
