It's in the Blood

The impatient banter of a synthesizer spurted out of the speakers at high volume as faceless people contorted and shimmied to the beat. Strobes flashed and colored lights swept the floor, illuminating a random profile every few seconds. Dave Gahan’s graveled-honey voice promised love at a breakneck rate as Cybil and her husband, Danny entered the busy nightclub. Cybil wore her new corset, Caribbean blue with black velvet scrolling up her narrow sides, while Danny wore his usual black; this time, shiny leather pants and a form-fitting mesh shirt. He’d left his shoulder-length inky-dark hair down that night so his girl could run her fingers through it.

Cybil moved through the crowd, bopping her head to the rhythm. She settled in one of the faux-leather barstools while her husband stood at her side.

“What’ll you have tonight?” Danny tugged on the chain connected to his wallet in his back pocket.

“I’m thinking a Rocket Fuel,” Cybil murmured as she pondered the bottles behind the bartender.  She crossed her legs and felt Danny’s hand slide over her thigh in wordless possession.

Danny laughed and shook his head. “I know what that means.”

Apparently it was Depeche Mode night. “Dirt” clattered over her ears, mixed up and scattered but still recognizable. The song blended into a Prodigy number, one she didn’t recognize. She smiled.

Danny ordered her Rocket Fuel and an Amstel for himself. Once drinks were in hand, they turned to scan their options.

It was how they kept their relationship fresh; Cybil wasn’t one to wander but ever since they started taking another woman to bed every so often, their sex life was off the scale. Cybil was able to enjoy the pleasure of both male and female in her arms. As long as Danny was there with her to experience it, the situation worked perfectly.

“Maybe I’m looking.”

Danny smirked. “You’re always looking.”

This night, Cybil wanted a Goth chick. Although she was a platinum blonde, no question remained of her alternative tastes. From six-inch platform boots to the skin-hugging leather covering her legs to the greyscale dragon tattoo writhing across her back to lick a forked tongue at her right shoulder, she was a goddess in her own right.

Across the club, she spotted her intended victim. A familiar ache tingled and she left her drink with her husband so she could investigate.

There was always a lingering concern that once approached, her target wouldn’t be quite as appealing. Cybil made a loose circle around the female, a lioness prowling after the unsuspecting gazelle. Her nerves sizzled with want as the Rocket Fuel worked into her system. The additives in the drink heightened her senses or perhaps it was just—wait.

The girl had purple hair but Cybil wanted to make sure it wasn’t just the play of filtered lights. When her prey turned, Cybil was greeted with grass green eyes. The woman was about twenty-five, give or take a few years, and wrapped in latex. A grinning skull dangled from a velvet choker at her throat. Well, that would have to go later. Cybil closed in.

“Hey,” she said and stood close to the violet-haired vixen. Her scent hinted at patchouli but not strong enough to repel.

The girl shifted her attention to Cybil and gave a shy smile. Her hair fell over one eye, Jessica Rabbit-style. Cybil licked her glossed lips and leaned in closer.

“I love your hair.” She dug her fingers into the female’s mane and gave an experimental tug. “I’m Cybil.”

“Elise.” Her interest gave a soft moan, but Cybil heard it. Her choice was ripe.

“Elise, like The Cure song.” She massaged Elise’s scalp with her long nails and released her.

“Precious” bled into a Chemical Brothers beat and without any words, Cybil and Elise swayed together, giggling as they experimented with tongues and fingertips. Cybil gripped Elise by her latex-clad shoulder and dipped her head for a first kiss. There was no question what she wanted. A sharing of bodies but there was one more minor detail.

 “Are you here alone?” Elise‘s green gaze met Cybil’s pale blue.

Cybil gave her a coy smile. “Just with my husband.” She turned to point out her raven-haired mate still standing by the bar.

Danny shot her a knowing look and nodded once. Cybil’s view of him vanished as dancers moved between them.

Elise’s dark-lined eyes widened. “That’s your husband? Does he know…are you two like, swingers or something?”

Cybil laced her fingers with Elise’s and they moved together again to the music. “He’ll watch if that’s what you prefer,” Cybil purred into her companion’s ear.

“Mm,” Elise moaned and her gaze cut in Danny’s direction again.

“His name is Danny.” Cybil kissed Elise’s lips. “He can be hard or gentle.”

Elise blushed and her pulse raced. Obviously she hadn’t expected to pick up on a couple. Cybil nuzzled her musky neck then pulled away to take Elise by the hand. The little lamb fell in behind the she-wolf.

~*~

Danny caught a glimpse of his wife striding back towards the bar with a stunning dark beauty behind her. He smiled and rubbed his chin. Cybil had great taste in women and so what if she was bi? She loved him and he her, so it made sense to let her sample outside their ring of matrimony. Besides, a victim was a paler shade of lover. He set his jaw before taking Elise’s hand in his, warm with a surprisingly sure grip. Idly he pondered whether she was wild between the sheets before snapping his attention back to his mate.

“Elise, this is Danny. Danny, you can call her gorgeous.” Cybil grinned and reached for the remainder of her drink. She nodded at the bartender to bring the next round, adding another glass for her new girlfriend. Danny exchanged small talk with Elise, accepting his fresh beer when Cybil passed it to him.

Elise was originally from Houston and had gone through a nasty breakup, which had chased her to Austin. The thriving nightlife coupled with a healthy job market had prompted her to make Austin a permanent residence, but she was still single, afraid to make a new heart’s connection. Her lack of demands fit his and Cybil’s to a tee. His gaze fell to Else’s choker before flicking up to meet her eyes again.

By the last hour, the crowd had gown frantic and the crushing heat of sweating bodies coupled with the sting of alcohol in the air encouraged the three to leave. Elise had taken her little red moped and her single headlight flashed in the rearview mirror as Danny led her back to their home a few miles away.

The house wasn’t what anyone could honestly consider strange, but once they went inside, Danny knew Elise would begin to catch on to what she’d gotten herself into. Blackout curtains hung ceiling to floor in the den with heavy shutters on the kitchen and dining room windows. Their furniture was appealing to the senses; buttery Italian leather and brushed velvet, all in deep shades of red and stark black.

Danny uncorked a good vintage Merlot while Cybil and Elise explored the house and one another.

His wife and her new friend ended up in front of the mantle, breast-to-breast, lips locked, and hands gripping each other’s asses. Carrying a semi all night long accumulated in a full-out erection as he set the filled wine glasses on the table.

“I think you two should get a little more comfortable.” He went to his sleek silver desktop computer and with a few clicks of his mouse, music filled the room. Familiar tunes, strange and haunting sounds, a few club beats shuffled in random order to offer soundtrack to Cybil’s advances.

Cybil had unzipped Elise and cupped her hands under the girl’s breasts, circling her thumbs around stiff, peaked pink nipples. Danny bit his lip and tasted blood. His fangs had descended, which meant his wife’s probably had too. As if in answer, Cybil slid up the girl’s body and stiffened visibly as she sank her teeth into Elise’s neck.

Elise let out a deep moan and fumbled with the eyehooks on Cybil’s corset, releasing her ivory skin from confinement. Cybil licked a trail up her neck and encouraged her to touch and explore. Danny undressed and sat on the sofa. He absently rubbed his shaft, legs spread, as the females pulled at each other’s clothing.

“Fuck,” Elise cried as Cybil dotted her flesh with kisses, punctuating every few inches with the points of her extended fangs. “What are you?”

Cybil pushed Elise to her knees on the plush black rug in front of the dying fire, trailing fingers down the woman’s belly to dip the tips into her. “Mm, baby…you should come see this pretty pussy.” Her dark gaze caught Elise’s. “Can Danny come see your pretty kitty?” Cybil rubbed Elise’s soaking clit in a lazy circle.

“Yes,” Elise sighed, tipping her head back. Danny could see his wife’s mark on Elise’s neck as he joined them on the floor with a glass of red wine.

“That is a pretty pussy,” he rasped and as Cybil lapped at Elise’s cunt, poured a trickle of wine down her stomach to flow into his wife’s mouth. “How does it taste?”

Cybil slurped at the treat and answered him by coming up for a kiss, her first move on him since they’d arrived at the club. Their fangs slashed one another’s tongues and blood blossomed between them.

“See for yourself.” Cybil groaned as Danny tugged at her hard nipples. His cock felt like a branch as it hung with equally heavy balls. He bent to taste Elise for the first time as his wife moved behind him.  Her skilled little tongue tickled the back of his sac and he exhaled sharply against the girl’s skin.

Elise wriggled as he brushed her cunt lips with his tongue, burying his nose in warm, wet pussy. She gasped as he slid two fingers inside her to stroke.

“So hot. So slick.” He spread her labia open to expose her clit and suck at it gently. Elise moaned through her nose, stoking a fire of desire in Danny. He growled softly and ground his fangs against the sensitive nub.

“Oh fuck!” Elise called out and grabbed a fistful of Danny’s silky hair, pulling him harder into her pussy as he fucked her with his fingers and rubbed his tongue against the roof of his mouth with her clit in between.

Cybil was at Elise’s side, her mouth locked onto one nipple, then the other. Her hand was rubbing furiously at her own clit as she panted through her nose and through an apparent orgasm.

Danny could stand no more and crept up Elise’s prone form to rub the head of his hard cock against her wet groove. Elise gave a low groan as Danny slid into her tight tunnel and Cybil straddled her face to shove an immaculately-trimmed cunt in her mouth.

“Lick it,” Cybil demanded, digging her fingers in Elise’s violet hair.

She tightened her grip, lifting Elise’s head off the floor. The girl complied eagerly, cupping Cybil’s ass in her palms as she held the blonde up and partook of her. Cybil rocked back and forth even as Danny continued to drill Elise’s bare pussy. Seeing his wife being eaten out by a stranger drove him to fuck Elise with even more force.

“Fuck…” Elise groaned and licked furiously at Cybil’s pussy as they both moaned and whimpered.

Danny growled and squeezed Elise’s thighs hard enough to leave bruises as he came, dipping deep inside her with sharp thrusts. At the same time, Cybil came in Elise’s mouth, soaking her chin to dribble down to her neck.

Cybil fell back against Danny as they rode their climaxes and he cupped her big breasts to grip and tug at her nipples. She panted as Elise lapped her clean.

“Damn,” Danny growled as he slowly pulled out of Elise.

Cybil lifted off her face and Elise sat up between them. She reached for her glass and took a big swallow.

“So you’re vampires.” She shifted her gaze from Danny to Cybil. “Is this the part where you kill me?”

Danny laughed. His fangs had already receded. “No, although we love blood, it’s the energy we’re after.”

Cybil smiled. “Sex is the purest form of energy.”

Danny grinned. “Blood’s not bad either.”

Look for Annice’s next short story in December 2012!

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~ Annice Sands ~

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