by Wynn Wagner
“Yes,” Oberon said. “He’s dead. He was the second vampire to go. We saw him standing at a window in the cabin and took him out before setting the cabin ablaze.”
“I am so sorry about all this,” the queen said. “I think it was a power grab. They built an entire army of vampire warriors to come here, and they attacked Menz without warning.”
“How could that happen?”
“Menz’s Maker was always something of an outlaw. He turned Menz when he was just a child, and that almost never works out. The asshole didn’t care. He was just mean, and he didn’t bother with rules. Even if they had won this battle, he should have known that every vampire in Europe would respond. He was stupid and cocky.”
“They got Paco too,” Hamlet cried.
“What?” I said.
“He was just here,” Oberon said. “He was fucking fine half an hour ago.”
“I know,” the queen said, “but a vampire got into the house and attacked poor Paco before I could get to him. They’re both dead, I’m afraid.”
“This is really fucked up,” I said. We were in shock, beyond tears. I couldn’t grasp the idea that Menz and Paco were gone, especially since I had just seen Paco an hour before.
“I know, and I don’t know how to give the three of you comfort. We lost good vampires this night. I lost one of my closest friends.”
The world as I knew it had changed forever, and it was completely fucked up.
Menz dead. Paco dead.
Chapter 17
THE house was drab and empty without Menz and Paco. We had lost about six of the human staff, four blood donors, and two groundskeepers. The others were safe. Paco had rounded them up and gotten them into an interior room. He was thinking of others all the way to the end.
I expected everyone to leave. With Menz gone, they didn’t have any reason to stay.
After a few days, Oberon called a meeting in the large dining room. It seemed to be about a kilometer long and had a huge table. With the entire staff inside, the room was only about half full.
“Can we have a couple of minutes of silence?” he said. Everyone prayed or cried, but everyone was quiet.
“I’m devastated,” Oberon continued. “I lost two of the closest friends I will ever have. We lost six of your friends, too, and I know we all need to grieve and mourn. It’s senseless, what happened here.”
He thought for a second.
“I don’t know what you thought of Menz and Paco, but I know Menz made promises to you. Nobody will blame you if you want to leave. What promises Menz made to you will be fulfilled. Those who are here for scholarships, know that your schooling will be paid even if you decide to leave the estate. If you are in school now but want to drop out for a year, you may stay here, and your college will still be paid when you want to go back to school.”
He paused again.
“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do here. It is like I personally lost my rudder, my direction, my mentor. Mårten and Hamlet and I will be honored if you will consider staying. I’m sorry, I don’t know what else to—”
“I’m staying,” said one of the college kids.
“Me too,” another one said. Most of the staff decided to stay. If anyone wanted to leave, they stayed quiet.
“Thanks,” I said. “I’m sure we’re going to need your help, because I have no idea how to run this estate. With your help, I will do my best. Oberon and Hamlet too. And know that we are truly sorry for the loss of your friends. I think that all the bastards who did this are dead now. I don’t think a single one made it out alive.”
I looked at Oberon and Hamlet, and they both nodded.
“One of the people killed had a daughter,” I said. “His parents are taking the daughter, if you were worried about that. Oberon and I have arranged for the girl’s grandparents to get a monthly check. We are also paying for the girl’s schooling, even if she wants to get a PhD.”
“If you know of any other situations like that,” Oberon said, “please tell us. We want to take care of you and the families of those who died here a couple of days ago. I don’t know what to….”
He just stopped, and we all cried.
OVER the next month, we did have some turnover in the staff. Hamlet got Pierre to teach him how to do the mind trick to make departing staff forget all about vampires.
Menz had a will that left everything to Paco. It said that if Paco didn’t survive him by at least thirty days, the entire estate was to go to Oberon and me. I felt a little bad for Hamlet, but he didn’t seem to mind. He was in Bern most of the time anyway. I think he and Pierre had become an official couple.
Schmidt, the banker, sent over some security experts. One was able to get the lock on the vault changed. Oberon and I had the new combination. We spent a month going through the contents of the vault. There was a Gutenberg Bible, or part of one, that nobody knew was in existence. We found a copy of the Magna Carta from the 1400s, not the original but still really old.
The new security system included an invisible bubble around the estate. If anything larger than a bird flew near the house, it would set off alarms. We had to adjust the size and sensitivity of the bubble after several airplanes sent the staff into hysterics.
Once Menz’s estate was settled, Oberon and I had a little over three billion euros in the bank. We had gone from filthy rich to oh-my-God filthy stinking rich. We offered money to Hamlet, but he told us he had plenty.
I BOUGHT a jet, an Airbus A330. As soon as we took delivery, they flew it to Dallas for a makeover. I had no idea, but Dallas is the main place where you take jets to be… um… well, you take a brand-new jet that is perfectly fine and that you’ve just spent €150 million ($208 million US) to buy, and you spend more millions to get a new interior.
What we wanted was a vampire-safe bedroom. When we finally took delivery, the bed was huge and could accommodate four or five. The bedroom was windowless and shielded.
I didn’t know it, but what fries vampires isn’t daylight itself. It is gamma rays. That’s why we can’t pop off to the moon. The Earth shields us from enough gamma rays during the night. During the day, the atmosphere doesn’t do enough filtering on its own. We need wood or stone or dirt between us and the sun.
So since our new jet couldn’t be completely encased with gamma ray shielding, we had to travel with coffins or make shorter hops at night if we weren’t going to stay in the bedroom.
We could travel with a staff of thirty or forty too. The cabin had fifty “lay-flat” chairs for the staff and cabin crew. During the day, the chairs were comfortable, but they could turn into a nice bed for sleeping. We also had a fully stocked galley and bar and electronic everything. There was a huge TV and great sound equipment. The folks in Dallas did a pretty good job with our new puddle-hopper. The remodel ended up costing almost nine million dollars, which is almost seven million euros. Either way, that is real money.
The good part is that we can rent out the jet for gobs of money when we aren’t using it. Our only requirement is that they use our staff and stay within a twelve-hour flight of Munich. I don’t know if we have lost any business because of those rules, but I would rather see it parked somewhere than be without my baby. You just never know when you’re going to need to pop over to Fiji or New Zealand and take staff with you.
Here’s the fun part: I put the Airbus on my American Express card. The agent didn’t even blink when she saw my black metal credit card. It was like people did that every day. The company in Dallas didn’t want to use credit cards, so Oberon and Schmidt worked out some sort of percent-of-completion wire transfer. I don’t know, and I didn’t ask.
Oberon had a tennis court put into the yard, and he arranged for martial arts training for all of the humans. The groundskeepers weren’t thrilled, but Oberon explained it in ways they understood. I don’t know, and I didn’t ask.
Our reputation had grown among the Obscurati and royals around the world. Everyone called us the Unseen Death. Almost nobo
dy knew our real names or where we lived, but my services were in high demand.
INDIA again. And it was with the same person who had been my guide years ago during my most botched-up nonkilling. The target knew I was around and had fled.
“He’s back,” said my guide. “Think you can get him this time?”
I love the Indian accent.
We floated into position. Oberon used his instruments and quietly whispered settings for my sight. We didn’t have long to wait. The guide spotted the doomed vampire using some binoculars. There were three others with him.
“It’s the tall one in the red shirt,” he said. “Should we wait until tomorrow? He might be alone.”
POP. The vampire’s head exploded, and the others scattered. One of the others was a vampire who popped out of there fast. He probably needed a change of underwear. I’m just sayin’.
“Stay quiet,” said the guide. “Let the vampire just go away.”
The guide didn’t want the vampire to be able to see us. When a vampire tries to be still and quiet, he or she is really still and completely quiet. There’s no breathing, no heartbeat. I was able to still my thoughts. We were indistinguishable from a rock. Even a tree showed more life than a vampire who knew how to stay still. We stayed like that for an hour.
“Okay,” the guide whispered. “Do you need to stay here?”
“No, we have transportation.”
That was all he needed to know. Telling him about the jet was more information than he needed. We were the Unseen Death.
The kill was somewhere between New Delhi and the Pakistan border. We had parked the jet over on the Arabian Peninsula, where they were used to seeing private jets all the time. Nobody would pay much attention to an extra one.
We always had three flight crews, just in case. Most of them were gay, I think. All of the other humans on board were gay. Oberon was a little discriminatory in his hiring practices, but I didn’t complain.
“I’m thinking Bora Bora,” I said.
“Sounds like a good idea,” Oberon said as we landed just inside the jet’s open door. He insisted on discussing it with the flight crew first. If they said it was okay, we would let the staff take a vote. They were all used to last-minute plans. It took about an hour for the pilots to get the jet ready for a longer flight. They had to file flight plans, check the weather, and buy more fuel. It gave me time to get Pierre on his cell phone.
Oberon also got the American Express Centurion people looking for a place to rent.
“Could you mark us as being out of commission for a week?”
“Why are you using the phone?” Pierre asked.
“I don’t know. It seemed like a quaint thing to do. We’re going to pop over to Bora Bora for a week or two.”
“Sounds like fun.”
“Want to come? There’s room.”
“No, but I will tell the queen and get Hamlet to keep an eye on the estate.”
“You’re the best,” I said.
I was relaxing on the bed when we took off. Oberon was out with the staff but walked in with a gorgeous young man.
“Bedtime snack?” I grinned.
“Sort of,” Oberon said. “Gunter here has been asking for a three-way for a long time.”
“Bedtime snack is Gunter sausage?” I joked.
“Something like that,” Oberon said.
They both stripped and joined me on the bed. Gunter got my shirt off while Oberon worked on my shoes and pants. Gunter’s tongue made my tits perk right up. He was really stunning to look at, and he had the most amazing tongue. I glanced down at his stomach and got a little frightened.
“Holy shit,” I said. “It’s the size of a beer can.”
“Too much for you?” Gunter said with a heavy German accent, like he was apologizing for being hung like a brontosaurus. It was a good thing that I had a new rule about fucking. Oberon was the only one allowed into my ass. Gunter was impossibly big.
“What I ought to do is throw it over my shoulder and burp it,” I said.
“I have trouble finding people for sex,” Gunter said. “When they see me, they insist on being top.”
He went back to my nipples and worked his mouth slowly to my dick. I felt a little bad for Gunter. He was a top but had to teach himself to enjoy other things because of the size of his dick.
As his mouth took my dick inside, I felt my eyes roll back in their sockets. I caught a glimpse of Oberon. He was watching Gunter’s mouth on my rod, and he was enjoying the view. Gunter reached up to my ass cheeks. He pulled my crotch closer to his mouth. I felt a finger slide into my crack. He had one finger just at the entrance of—
“Oh, no,” I said. “You can’t think that….”
Oberon was grinning from a few meters away. He wanted to watch me being fucked by a baseball bat. Ours is a complicated relationship. He didn’t need to be bringing me beer cans.
For a minute it felt like I was cheating on Oberon, even though he was standing nearby. I had my rule. Was Gunter an exception to the rule, or was it a stupid rule? Oberon wasn’t bound by the rule, and he acted like he wanted to see Gunter’s telephone pole in my hole.
“Oh, man,” I moaned. “Use plenty of lube.”
“I promise,” Gunter said like a schoolboy with a new toy. He was almost giddy. “Shall I wear a condom?”
“If you want,” Oberon whispered, “but vampires can’t pass on HIV or any other disease. You’re safe, but use a condom if you feel like it.”
“No, then. I bareback Mårten, if it is okay with both of you.”
“No promises,” I said. “Lots of lube and go slow to see if I can take you.”
Oberon supervised the lube. He made sure that Gunter was really slick, and he put about a quart of lube up my ass with his fingers.
I felt the monster cock dragging slowly down my stomach and across the top of my own dick. I spread my legs so Gunter could take up his position.
“Missionary?” he said. I think he was surprised that I didn’t want to sit on him, but the missionary position was the only way I could handle such a cock.
“Let’s light this candle,” I said. Oberon had to explain something in German. I guess I used an idiom that doesn’t translate well.
I have to admit that Gunter was very slow. He put pressure on my hole and entered. Believe it or not, his tip was even bigger than his shaft. When he got the tip in, my sphincter kind of went pop around the shaft. He kept looking in my eyes. Damn, it really hurt, but in a good way. He was long as well as wide, and I swear his dick really was huge. No exaggeration. The head of his dick was larger than a beer can, and it was able to find my prostate without any problem.
As soon as I felt his pubes, he started his first retreat. It was a little faster than Oberon’s typical start, but that was okay. I wasn’t sure how long I would last with this torpedo up my butt. Gunter never stopped looking at me. I know if I showed any signs of distress, he would stop or pull out.
When the head of his dick was near my sphincter, he changed directions. Thankfully. He knew that the head would cause real pain. After about five minutes, the jet hit an air pocket. Kaboom. Gunter’s dick impaled me in less than a second.
“Wow,” I said. He was sure I wanted him to pull out, but I put my legs on the back of his waist and pulled. With my hands, I pulled him close enough to kiss.
I glanced over at Oberon. His hand was working his dick, and he moved his other hand to jack me off slowly. He took a taste or two of pre-cum from my dick and licked his lips, grinning. I think he decided not to put Gunter in a sandwich. I was glad, because I needed Gunter to give my ass his undivided attention. He was smooth and skilled. Oberon would have made the whole thing rougher and choppier.
It took Gunter about ten minutes to build up to a climax. When I felt him about to cum, I pulled him to my mouth so I could feed from his tit. That was when Oberon decided to join us. I got Gunter’s left tit, and Oberon sank his fangs into his right one. Gunter screamed with pleasure and pu
mped so hard that I was afraid my fangs were going to tear skin, but I was able to hold on. Oberon was holding on too. We got everything under control.
“Oh my God,” I finally said.
“Umm,” Gunter said. “I do this any time you want.”
I nodded.
“I give you time to heal,” he added. Gunter was polite enough to wait until his moon rocket went limp before pulling himself out of my ass. My cum was all over my stomach and Gunter’s chest. Oberon licked us both clean. As soon as Gunter was lying on the side of the king-size bed, Oberon mounted me.
“Oh, no,” I warned, but it was too late. He was in my ass easier than he ever went in before. It was like being fucked right after being fisted. I felt every millimeter of my husband. He was right on the edge and shot within a few seconds. He maybe got a half-dozen strokes before he unloaded himself inside me.
“Okay,” I chuckled. “There is no question that I have been seriously fucked tonight.”
THE phone rang. I didn’t know if I had been snoozing after having my ass filleted or if it was the start of a new night. We were still airborne, so I probably just took a post-coital nap.
“I need you to divert.” It was Pierre.
“Damsel in distress in the South Pacific?”
“Something like that. There’s a rogue vampire in New Zealand who is turning children, and the locals keep losing fighters trying to stop this guy.”
“What’s the chore?” I asked. “How many kids?”
“Don’t know, but the queen is relaying new coordinates to your pilots. Sorry to interrupt your vacation.”
“What I’m concerned about is ammunition,” I said. “We’re running low.”
“What do you need?”
“I don’t know. Let me go get….”
“I’m on the line,” Oberon said from some other phone. “Tell Hamlet to give me a call. I can walk him through everything. When we get back to Germany, I guess I need to put some ammunition tools on the plane.”
“I’ll have Hamlet call you within a few minutes. He’s out at the mansion now.”
