Overkill by Roxanne Rhoads

Warning: contains graphic scenes of m/f sexual interaction, f/f,  f/m/f , sex toys and anal sex 

“How many times do I have to kill you before you get it through that thick vampire skull of yours that I don’t want to be your girlfriend anymore?” I asked Simon as he stood nonchalantly on my porch. The cold winter wind blew a blizzard of snowflakes all around him, yet he still managed to look hot and sexy as ever.

Asshole.

God, breaking up with the undead was murder. Literally. I’d killed Simon five times already.

Ok, obviously I hadn’t kill-killed him since he was currently standing on my porch looking somehow seductive and slightly forlorn at the same time. Damn. I never could resist his charm. That’s why I’d put a stake in him five times already.

I always took him back. Then he did something else to set me off, and I had to stake him all over again. This last time, I hoped it had really fucking hurt when I shoved that damn stake into his chest, just a little to the right of his heart so it wouldn’t turn him into dust but close enough to render him almost helpless.

After listening to that blonde go on and on, through a three hour lecture, about what a fabulous lover my boyfriend was the night before, I just had to drive a stake into him. Sure she didn’t know he was my boyfriend. She’d actually been chatting with her friends behind me. I was pretty sure he didn’t actually do her—it was just part of the vampire thrall that made her experience such pleasure. Her mind recalled whatever it wanted, to fill in the blanks to account for that pleasure. But still, sitting there knowing she was talking about my man. Oh. My. God. By the end of the lecture, I’d been ready to stake her.

“Bloody hell, Vanessa! You going to let me in or what? I’m freezing my bollocks off out here,” he said gruffly, still standing in the cold night air while I stood in the warmth of my house.

“Oh, all right.”

I stood aside so he could come in. Not that he really needed an invitation, he’d been in my house a million times. He was just being polite.

“So tell me luv, why are you so damn brassed off at me this time? You know one more inch to the left and I’d be dead for real. Ashes. How would you feel then?” he asked as he shrugged off his long leather coat.

The warm air and swish of his leather being tossed onto the sofa brought his delicious scent my way. Why did he always smell so damn irresistible?

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe it’s the fact that every time I so much as turn my back, you’re sinking your fangs—or other body parts—into whatever buxom blonde comes along.” I huffed and turned away from him.

His hands grasped my shoulders, and I felt his breath on my neck. “Come now poppet, you know I have to eat to survive. These women are just food. You know I’m faithful to you. It’s only my fangs that penetrate anyone else.”

 “But it’s so intimate.” I pouted.

God, I hated being such a jealous freak, but this man—this vampire—drove me insane. I hated the thought of any piece of him inside anyone else.

“Why can’t you be like Donatello and get blood from the blood banks?”

Simon made a sound of disgust, “You know that stuff is awful. I hate it. I‘ve been drinking from the vein for over three hundred years. Taking it from a plastic bag is quite disgusting. I‘m sorry luv, not even for you can I survive off that vile, cold blood.”

 “Fine but do you always have to pick such beautiful blood donors? And, do you have to give them such pleasure? If I have to listen to one more little campus coed going on and on about you, I am going to stake myself!”

 I was getting quite worked up, but not just upset. Shit. Being near Simon drove me wild.

“The bite is orgasmic. The pleasure is in the pheromones and the little bit of mind control I exert on them. It‘s better than having fearful people running amok babbling about being bitten by vampires. You know it’s all about survival. I cannot control how humans perceive their experience with me. As for my choices, I’m sorry luv, but I‘d rather drink from someone young and beautiful than old and bitter. And I do prefer women. Men will do in a pinch but are really not my choice at all. If I‘m going to give ecstatic orgasmic pleasure to someone, I much prefer it to be a beautiful woman. Call me a shallow pig if you must but…”

He trailed off as his hands caressed my shoulders then traced down, rubbing my arms. His lips nuzzled at the back of my neck, sending delicious little shivers through me. I sighed and leaned into him. I knew sexual persuasion was part of the vamp appeal. The whole sex situation made me uncomfortable but it was all a part of what I had to deal with being a vampire‘s girlfriend. Talk about complicated relationships.

“Simon, I know…but damn it drives me crazy thinking about you touching and biting other women. I want to be the only woman in your life.”

 He held me tight from behind, and I enjoyed feeling the strength of him behind me, around me.

“Luv, I cannot feed from you every day. So, I have to go elsewhere. I’m sorry. It is the nature of who and what I am. I need for you to accept that. Vanessa, I love you. I love you like I’ve not loved anyone else in these three hundred and some odd years I have walked this planet. But, to make this work, you have to accept I need to drink blood from other people. I need you to be a bit more open and less…uh…prudish about our situation.”

I turned around to look at him. “I do understand it. And, I guess I accept it. I just hate having it so blatantly shoved in my face. Couldn’t you at least go a little farther away to feed, like off campus at least, so I don’t have to listen to any more of these breasty blondes babbling about you?”

 “I can do that. And, would it help if they were brunettes and not blondes?” He smirked.

“You’re so lucky I don’t have a stake right now,” I screeched at him as I punched him in the shoulder.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me into his arms.

“Is that all you got right now, poppet? The fire isn’t in you like it was last night. Maybe we can change that. Shall I get you hot, luv?”

Oh god yes, get me hot! I thought to myself. Simon was so damn good at that. He knew how to push all my buttons. His lips met mine with a gentle graze which turned into a more intimate connection as the kiss deepened. He became forceful, pushing his lips against mine, thrusting his tongue inside me, taunting me, making me hot and wet. So very wet. If just a kiss had me melting, it was no wonder all those women went on and on about his bite. I knew just how intense that could be, but I also knew it was nothing compared to being bitten while being in the throes of real sexual ecstasy with him. That moment was where I was headed now. I hoped.

His hands worked at unbuttoning and unzipping me, removing my clothes smoothly, quickly. Vampire prowess and speed at its best I suppose. His clothes soon followed mine onto the pile on the floor as we fell into a sexually heated heap, half on and half off the sofa.

“Vanessa, do you know you make me just as crazy as I make you?” he breathed onto my neck as his fangs gently grazed my tender flesh.

I sat on the sofa while he was on his knees in front of me on the floor. “How Simon? How do I make you so crazy? I don’t play games. I don’t make out with other guys.”

I threw my head back exposing my flesh to him. He suckled and nipped at my throat while his hands cupped my breasts. His thumbs circled my nipples, teasing them into hard little nubs awaiting the pleasure of his mouth.

“It’s just you. Your scent, your look, your adorable temper, the way you are so jealous and temperamental. You would think after over three hundred years such things would be annoying, but honestly women have grown bored and cold in my world. No one cares anymore. You care. You are so alive. so full of heat and warmth. I know there is a wild cat under that uptight exterior of yours. It drives me insane with desire. I have to control myself, so I don’t ravage you every time I lay eyes on you. I want you as I’ve never wanted anyone before. God, Vanessa you are so tempting, so enticing, so…mine. You are mine.”

 His lips met mine with a growl. He dipped lower, sucking my budding flesh into his mouth. The nipple practically sighed with pleasure as his sinfully full lips wrapped around it. He played with and pleasured first one tight little bud before working his way over to the other, leaving a trail of wet kisses and licks between my breasts. Then, he moved lower, pulling my hips out to the edge of the sofa. He made his way down my body until he dipped his head between my thighs where my need-slick lips awaited him.

 “Your flesh is so ripe and plump, your aroma rich, your pleasure mine to give and mine to take. Vanessa, you are so beautiful,” he mumbled into my thighs as he pressed kisses all the way up my leg until he touched his lips lovingly to my sex.

His tongue slid into me gently. His finger parted my folds, pushed into me. “So wet, so hot,” he murmured as he licked and suckled at my body.

Watching him was so arousing, yet it was the physical pleasure that was really taking over. I threw my head back against the sofa and parted my legs as far as they would go. The first flick of his tongue against my clit sent shivers of need through me. More. I ached for more, and he responded. As he flicked his lush tongue against my hardening, swelling bud, I moaned and rolled my hips towards him. His finger moved in and out of me while his tongue lashed at my fully aroused clit. As I began to quiver and buck against him, his other hand fell flat across my stomach holding me in place.

“Oh, Simon. Don’t stop. I’m coming,” I cried out as the wave crashed over me, flowed through me. I bucked up and off the sofa. My legs wrapped around his neck, knees crushing around his head, heels digging into his shoulders.

He just held onto me as I rode the orgasm out, kept holding me as the shivers and quivers lessened. I unwrapped my legs from around him.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” I asked.

“No luv. Good thing I have super human strength though. A mortal man probably would have been crushed with the way you clenched and twisted those powerful legs of yours. But, no worries. I held tight and made it through with barely a scratch. Now come here pet. I have something for you,” he said sliding his body onto the sofa next to me.

His present? A very thick, long and hard cock waiting for me. It jutted out from his body and stood at attention. Damn, I wanted to ride it. While my legs had been Jell-O mere seconds ago, suddenly they were strong and ready to go. I crawled out of my spot and climbed onto his lap, positioning myself on top of his beautiful erection. I kissed him as I teasingly rubbed my wet sheath along the length of him, caressing his shaft as I teased my clit into an aroused state once again. His large hands palmed my ass, spreading me open as he tried to delve into my wetness, pushing me against him, forcing my hips to grind on him.

“Ah, Nessa, I love it when you tease me, you little minx.”

One large hand let go of my left cheek then came down with a loud thwack against it. I jumped, startled at the smack and thrilled at the tingling sensation it left behind.

“Hmm,” I murmured into his lips.

“Like that did you?” he asked as he did it again.

I jumped, bucking against him and landing right at the tip of his shaft. He pressed it into me, teasing as his cock breached my opening and threatened to slide all the way in. I pulled back, keeping him just inside my opening as I swirled my hips around, teasing us both to madness.

He stilled me, pressing his body closer to mine by pulling my ass cheeks wide open. Holding them with one hand, his other came down with a stinging slap that landed across my anus. Pain filled pleasure tingles traveled through my core as his cock slipped inside me all the way. The mingling of all the sensations pushed me over the edge. My body exploded with orgasmic shivers. I felt my pussy clench around his cock, pulling him deeper inside me as it pulsed around his thrusts. All I could do was hold on for the ride. He pumped into me fast and furious, driving his hard shaft so deep inside me I saw stars sighing in the sky of my mind. They quivered as they called out his name, and so did I.

“Oh, Simon,” I cried out as he slipped a moistened finger tip into my tight little asshole. When I started coming again, he slid another one inside me so I had two fingers thrusting into my tight little hole while his cock stuffed my pussy. I was all nerve endings and need, quivering and shivering in a constant state of orgasm as I came over and over, drenching his cock with my pleasure.

“Nessa, I need to taste you now,” he cried.

I knew his fangs had descended and were ready to plunge into me.

“Yes, Simon, yes!”

I felt his hot breath tickle my neck as his lips wrapped around my skin. First the slight graze of his sharp fangs tickled and taunted, then, finally, they slid into me. The feeling was exquisite. My body rocked as fireworks went off in my brain. Pleasure overrode every other sense of feeling. A powerful orgasm ripped through my body. He held tight to me, penetrating me, sucking my blood, drinking me in as I felt his hot seed spill into me. We were completely connected.

“We are as one, Vanessa.”

 I couldn‘t even respond my mind was in such a euphoric state.

* * * *

A couple weeks later I was on the other side of town hanging out with some friends when I thought I saw Simon heading towards the back of the night club. I walked to the back of the building behind the bar area and past the restrooms. When I didn’t see him anywhere I went out the back door into the alley and found him with his fangs sunk deep into a scantily clad brunette. Her left breast was exposed, his hand was caressing the swollen flesh and teasing the puckered nipple as she moaned and sagged against his body. I could see the heat of their bodies steaming up the cold night air.

My vision went red while my heart grew cold.

Yet for some reason my pussy was hot and tingling. Why was the sight of them turning me on?

“I can smell your arousal, luv. Why don’t you come over here and join me? We can both take pleasure from this beautiful creature.”

His eyes glowed green and a drop of blood hung from his right fang. I stared at him like a deer caught in headlights. What the hell was I supposed to do? I felt betrayed. He said he didn’t take pleasure or give pleasure like that, yet I found him caressing her breast. And what about me? The freakin’ sight of it turned me on! Maybe I was just as sick and perverse as he was. Was this sick and perverse? I was confused. So damn confused and aroused.

“Come over here, Vanessa,” he encouraged me as he pushed the brunette’s skimpy little top down, exposing her other breast. He pulled up her skirt, showing me she didn’t have on any underwear. He spread her bare shaven pussy lips with his fingers, showing me how pink, plump and wet she was inside.

“Come on, Nessa. Let’s give this one something to really talk about.”

 The woman stared at me with thick-lidded, pleasure-glazed eyes inviting me to come and play. His voice was so soothing and encouraging.

I wanted this. I wanted to experience his world, his pleasure. I walked over to them. He threw his long leather coat onto the cold ground.

“Taste her while I drink her,” he said huskily.

I knelt onto his coat and spread her open. She threw one leg over my shoulder giving me a better angle to see her. I’d never been this close to another woman before. I was curious and willing, but I’d never acted on my fantasies. Until now.

She was beautiful. Her lips were plump, pink and wet with desire. I slid a finger inside her, delighting at the feel of her slick sheath. So hot and wet. I was amazed at how different it felt plunging into another woman. It was nothing like touching myself. I was so aroused I thought I was going to come just from touching her.  Wanting to taste her, I stuck out my tongue and gently licked between her folds. Heaven.

Now I understood why men went mad trying to get between a woman’s thighs. While I fingered her and sucked at her clit, she moaned and quivered around me, coming over and over. Simon drank from her. I played with her beautiful pussy. Aroused more than ever before, I could feel my body actually tingling with the need. My body hummed and thrummed with the excitement of doing something so wrong. Simon finished drinking from her and laid her on the coat.

“Get on your hands and knees above her,” he ordered.

I didn’t bother to ask why, I knew. I bent over and hiked my skirt up. He pushed my thong to the side and plunged inside me. So hard, so hot. I came. Then, I came again. I shuddered anew with each long, hard, pounding thrust of his shaft into me.

I looked at the woman underneath me, half asleep and pleasure-drunk. She was still exposed. I put my head down and suckled at her breast. She moaned and spread her legs. I slid a finger into her while Simon kept pumping into me. I put my ass high into the air taking Simon deep while I half lay on top of the curvy brunette. She was so soft and so warm. I didn’t even feel the cold, hadn’t felt the chill in the air this whole time. It was like a dream, a deliciously sinful dream. I heard Simon cry out, thrust hard against me then still as he spilled into me. His long body fell across mine.

“Ah Nessa, I knew you’d be a willing partner. This was exquisite. Combining you and feeding is perfection beyond belief.”

Standing up, he put himself together.

“Come now, we should get her back inside before she’s missed. You too, though I’m sure your mates are quite busy looking for their own sex partners for the evening.”

 I laughed. “Yes, they were on the prowl tonight. So, you knew I would be here?”

“Yes, luv,” he replied while gently waking up the dozing brunette.

“Huh, what? she asked, dazed.

“Hullo, darling. We had a nice romp. Time to get back inside before you catch your death out here.” He smiled, sans fang.

She grabbed her neck where he’d pierced her, but of course the wound was erased with the flick of his tongue. Wouldn’t do any good to have people walking around with bite marks on them would it?

She stumbled around for a moment before catching her footing. As she walked by me, she squeezed my boob. “Next time, I get to taste you. Bet you taste good,” she giggled as she stumbled drunkenly into the club.

I looked at Simon.

“So you orchestrated this whole scene? You knew I would come out and find you fondling her? Or, do you always fondle them? Maybe you normally fuck them too when I‘m not around to bang?”

 I could feel the fire start to burn inside me.

“Nessa, calm down. You’re getting all worked up again. I wanted you to share the feeding with me in a way you could enjoy. I didn’t think I could just ask you to do it. I figured you might freak out. I wanted to pull you into it. And no, I don’t normally fuck them. I usually don’t fondle them…much…either.”

“Much? Much!” I yelled.

“Sometimes it is required to get them…ah…in the mood, I guess you could say… when the pheromones don’t do the trick. It is seduction, luv, just seduction.”

 I pulled a stake out of my boot. A girl has to be prepared.  Before he realized I was coming at him, I plunged the stake into his chest. Just above his heart. I smiled with satisfaction as he crumpled to the ground, gripping the stake, blood spurting out around the wood.

“Vanessa, I thought we were beyond this,” he moaned while trying to pull the stake out of his semi-paralyzed body.

“I thought we were past you fucking around with other women,” I snarled and stomped away in a jealous fit.

* * * *

I didn’t see Simon for three weeks. Stewing in my anger, I sat around until it got to the point that I was afraid I’d really killed him for good. I was about to go looking for him when he showed up at my house looking paler than normal.

“I see you’re not dead.”

 “No thanks to you, Vanessa,” he growled. “You know you nicked my heart with that damn thing. If I hadn’t been able to pull it out before getting up, I probably would’ve ashed myself. That was completely uncalled for. You really need to do something about that temper of yours.”

 “You fucking tricked me, you cheating bastard.”

 “I am immortal, Vanessa. Cheating standards, survival and sex are all looked at very differently in my world. Your human ways are small minded and very narrow. If you want to be with a vampire, then you need to be a little more open minded and less inhibited.”

 “Seriously? Open minded? Uninhibited? I think it’s more than that. I fucked a girl in an alley while you drank her blood. I think that’s pretty open minded and really uninhibited. Especially considering you tricked me into the whole thing.”

 “I did not trick you. I just…arranged the situation. I thought you would enjoy it. And you did until your humanity kicked in and told you it was wrong.”

 “I should stake you again right now.” I sneered at him. Why did this man get under my skin so bad?

“Come on now, Vanessa, you don’t really want to do that. Do you, luv?” he purred softly. Damn, he was going into seduction mode.  “Why don’t you come hunting with me tonight? I will even let you pick the donor. Someone pretty we can both enjoy playing with.”

“Really? So are you horny or hungry?”

 “Both luv. Both.”

His eyes glowed green, a sign he was either highly aroused or really hungry, or in this case, both. I couldn’t help myself and quivered with anticipation. The past three weeks had really made me think about things. I wasn’t really that mad anymore. At least, not at him. I was mad at myself for enjoying it so much and for wanting it again. Really wanting it again.

“All right. Let’s go.”

I reached for my coat. He blinked, surprise making his eyes stop glowing.

“Really?” he asked, sounding shocked.

“Yeah, let’s go. I‘m horny as hell and ready to see your fangs buried inside some slutty little bitch. This time, let’s skip the alley and go some place a little more comfortable.”

“Ah, okay,” he stammered, still sounding shocked. “Why the change of heart?”

“Well, life is too short, or in your case, too long, to follow the strict and boring rules of society. The past three weeks I’ve thought long and hard about the whole situation. I’ve decided I want to have fun and experience pleasure like no other. With you, I can do that. So, let’s go.”

I stood in the doorway waiting for him. It was his turn to look like a deer caught in headlights. I guess he hadn’t been expecting me to acquiesce so easily.

“Really, luv?” he whispered.

“This isn’t some kind of trick is it? I am really sick of getting staked. For over three hundred years I have avoided getting staked. Then, you come along and stake me not once, but six damn times.”

I smiled. “I promise I won’t stake you tonight.”

With that, he finally followed me out the door.

* * * *

After I chose a sexy redhead to be our ‘companion’ for the evening, I suggested she take us back to her place. She willingly agreed, no mind control needed. Good old fashioned seduction works, too. Of course, due to his excitement, Simon was pumping out so much vampire pheromones we could’ve probably seduced the whole damn bar, or maybe a herd of hippos. At her place, our hostess grabbed drinks in the kitchen while we got comfortable in her living room.

“You might want to keep it in your pants for a while longer there big boy, or you’re going to put someone’s eye out with that thing,” I teasingly whispered into his ear as I patted the rock hard erection that had been threatening to rip through his jeans all night. “Every damn woman in the bar was staring at the bulge in your pants,” I continued. “I bet that whole damn place is currently one big orgy thanks to your vamp pheromones and the rocket in your pants. Women were taking their clothes off on the dance floor as we were leaving.”

 “Really? Maybe we should have stayed.”

 I smacked him. “I promised I wouldn’t stake you—tonight. You should still watch yourself.”

 He paled and rubbed his chest.

Our lovely hostess, Heather, came out of the kitchen wearing a sinfully sexy black lace negligee and carrying a tray of drinks and dildos. Hmm, she must’ve made a detour to her bedroom. I was wondering what’d been taking her so long. I stood as she walked in.

“You look delightful,” I said to her as I grabbed a glass of red wine from the tray.

“Good enough to eat,” Simon responded as he grabbed a beer. He stayed seated on the sofa.

“Thanks, now it looks like you two are over dressed. Why don’t I help you with that problem?”

 She put down the tray then sidled up to me, swaying her hips and pushing out her tits. She stood behind me and slightly to the side. I glanced at Simon who was licking his lips as he watched us. Heather’s hands circled my tiny waist then crept up under my tight little sweater. Her hands cupped my breasts and her fingers went to work teasing my nipples to hard little points. Then, she moved her hands down, grabbed my sweater and pulled it over my head. In seconds, she had my bra unclasped and my full breasts free. Her mouth eagerly sucked at them. This sure wasn’t her first time bringing a couple home to play. This girl knew what she was doing. She pushed down my skirt and panties, leaving me naked except for my knee-high black high-heeled boots. She looked me up and down while sighing with desire.

“You are so gorgeous. I’m so glad you chose me. This is going to be one hell of a night, I promise.”

 She smiled dropping her sexy negligee. Her breasts were huge white globes which hung heavy on her chest. They were topped with large brownish-pink areolas the size of old half dollars. Her skin was a perfect alabaster that rivaled Simon’s pale vampire flesh. Her deep auburn hair flared crimson in the soft lighting, making her look even more exquisite than she had in the bar. I worried if Simon would prefer her over me? I glanced at him. His eyes were glowing green, his pants were undone, and he was already fisting his rigid cock as he stared at Heather and I.

Heather looked at Simon then back at me, “Look’s like your man is ready to go. What about you, gorgeous? Are you ready to play?”

 She didn’t seem to notice Simon’s eyes and slid her hands between my thighs. Her finger easily slid inside me. “Oh yeah, baby. I’d say you’re more than ready to play.”

 She fell to her knees and pushed another finger inside me. I moaned with pleasure, spreading my legs, letting her in. Her tongue darted out and expertly found my hard clit, flicking it over and over with her tongue until my knees threatened to give out.

“Why don’t you sit down here across from your man so he can get a good view of what we’re doing?” She pushed me toward the chair across from Simon. When I sank into it, she pulled my legs up on the arms of the chair. “Spread wide open so he can see, okay sweetie?”

 I had a good view of Simon, and he had a good view of us. Heather put her head between my legs, sucking at my clit while thrusting one of the dildos from her tray deep inside me. I was in a pleasure haze. What was going on? We were supposed to be seducing her. Instead, she was seducing us.

I looked at Simon. He’d removed his clothes and now sat on the sofa naked and watching us intently as he stroked his cock. His cock was bigger and harder than I’d ever seen it before, and his eyes were so brightly glowing they cast a green light about the room. I suddenly wanted to see his cock wet and slick.

“I think Simon needs some attention.”

 Heather glanced up at me then over to Simon. She grabbed my hand, putting it on the dildo she’d been thrusting in me, before she moved over to Simon.

She knelt between his legs and starting licking his balls. Moving up his long shaft, she tongued it like it was a Popsicle. I watched, transfixed, as another woman licked my man. When she got to the top, she swirled her tongue around the head then swallowed him whole. His head fell back. A loud groan of pleasure escaped his lips when she worked her mouth up and down his rod. She took him, balls deep, into her throat then moved back up to the head. 

Over and over, she did this until his balls tightened and his fangs descended.

“Stop! He‘s going to come,” I cried.

With that, Heather pulled back. “Can’t have that yet now, can we?” She laughed.

Simon sat there, cock rigid and wet, fangs down, eyes bright green. Staring at Heather, his hunger was so bold and strong it was frightening. I shivered. My pussy tightened.

“Don’t worry big boy, you’ll get what you need tonight,” she said.

 She didn’t freak at all, and I was sure Simon wasn’t pulling any mind control tricks on her. Maybe he wasn’t the first vampire she’d dealt with?

Heather turned back to me. “So darling, what do you want? Should I fuck your man or would you like to do the honors? Either way that man needs to bury his cock somewhere hot and wet.”

She was so bold it was startling. Maybe she was a pro. I couldn’t believe what I was saying when the words spilled out.

“I want to watch you fuck him.”

 Simon’s head snapped my way. His eyes dimmed. He looked worried.

“Are you sure luv? Once this is done we cannot go back, cannot change this.”

 “I know, but this is what I want.”

 I heard the words, and I still couldn’t believe I was saying them. My pussy twitched with anticipation. I was probably going to hate myself, and Simon, in the morning. On the other hand,  right at that moment, I wanted nothing more than to see his long cock buried so deep inside Heather that she screamed. She climbed on top of him, putting her large pendulous breasts in his face, settling her body right above his shaft. I discarded the dildo. Kneeling on the floor in front of them, I wanted to get an up close view. She gripped him with her right hand while spreading her lips with her left. Then, she impaled herself. He disappeared inside her. I thrust two fingers into my pussy, drenching myself with pleasure. I came watching his cock go in and out of her body while she bounced on top of him.

“Spread her open wide,” I requested.

He complied by grabbing her ass cheeks and spreading them open so I could get an even better view of his rod sliding up and down. The sight was amazing. I came all over my hand. Again. Never had anything turned me on so much.

I glanced at the tray with the dildos. It had a bottle of lube on it too. I grabbed a dildo and lubed it up. Moving in closer, I joined in the fun. When Heather realized what I was doing, she stopped moving and let me. I put some more lube on my finger and rubbed it into her anus. Simon spread her ass cheeks open wider for me as I pushed a slick finger into her. She moaned and wiggled her hips causing Simon to groan with pleasure. I pulled out my finger and started working the penis shaped dildo into her tight asshole. She seemed to enjoy it and pushed back against me helping it to go in. Soon it was deep inside her and I was moving it back and forth as she mewled with delight. She started bouncing up and down hard on Simon, grinding her pelvis into him with each downward movement.

“Oh god! I’m going to come,” she cried.

Without warning Simon sank his fangs into her, and she screamed, bucking with pleasure. I pressed my body against her back, keeping her from jerking away from Simon’s bite and keeping the dildo buried in her ass. I reached around and grabbed her breasts, pinching her nipples hard, making her scream even louder. I used my pelvis to hold the dildo inside her as Simon thrust hard and deep into her. I knew he was going to come. I wished I could watch, but at least from this angle I could see his face.

I was going to come again, too. The butt of the dildo inside Heather was bumping against my clit enough to push me over the edge. I could feel the sensations building. His breaths were ragged. He stopped sucking. I could almost feel him spending into her. My womb constricted and my sheath tightened, empty and aching, yet still pleasure filled. I convulsed, my nipples scraping across Heather’s back as she whimpered between Simon and I. Finally done quivering, I slumped onto the floor totally exhausted. Looking up, I saw Simon extracting himself from an unconscious Heather.

His long, muscular body slid on top of mine. He pushed his still erect cock into me.

“I have to feel the inside of you, luv,” he whispered in my ear.  “Nothing, no one, feels like you.”

 I lay there letting him do what he would with me. While I couldn’t move, I could feel another orgasm building.

“Come for me, luv. Come for me, just for me. You can do it.”

 With his coaxing, my body began to quake and quiver. It had to be from his will alone that I did. The vampire was going to kill me with pleasure. As the wave of release washed over me, I blacked out.

* * * *

I woke up at home in my bed with Simon sitting in a chair next to me.

“How long have I been out?”

 “Just a couple hours. It is almost morning. I should be going soon.”

“What the hell happened? Heather? The pleasure? She wasn’t surprised by your fangs or your glowing green eyes.” I was recalling everything from our exquisite romp: Heather’s skills, her lack of reaction to Simon’s otherworldly attributes…

“Darling, Heather is a succubus.”

 I sat straight up in bed. “What? And, you knew? Why the hell didn’t you tell me? So, I was tricked again? Tricked this time into letting you actually fuck someone else? You fucking asshole, this time we are so done! I’m going to stake you good. So good you’ll be well done. Done as in dead you goddamn mother fucker...!”

“Calm down, Vanessa,” he chuckled. “No one tricked you into anything. I didn’t realize what she was until she had no reaction to me. Then, I put that and her sexual openness together. 

And, I realized one plus one equals succubus, which she confirmed after you had passed out. But really, by the time I realized what was going on, we were all really into it. I didn’t want to disappoint. Since I cannot be drained by a succubus and they are not known to drain women well, I figured all was good…you would get what you were after. And, you did.”

 “But, you fucked her,” I cried.

“You asked me to. I did what you wanted.”

“I didn’t see your cock complaining.”

 “Even with the fangs, I am still just a man, Nessa. Besides you were well pleasured, above and beyond your expectations. Yes?”

 “Yes.” I smiled, remembering the delightful evening. “Just…next time can we do a regular old human?”

 “Next time?” he asked with a really surprised look on his face.

“Well, yeah. What did you think, I would do it once then have my fill and be done? Sorry babe, you got me hooked. You wanted me to shed my inhibitions and be more open. Well, you got your wish.”

 “I’ve created a monster.” He laughed.

“Yeah and I fuck one. Guess that makes us even.”

“One request poppet?”

 “What’s that?”

“Please, no more staking me. I really cannot take it anymore. I have only allowed you to get away with it because I love you so very much.”

“I’m sorry about that. I do guess that staking your boyfriend six times is a bit of overkill.”

 “To say the least,” he laughed dryly.

Copyright © 2012 Roxanne Rhoads

All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.

~*~ Roxanne Rhoads~*~

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