Wet Heat

by Jan Springer

  Venice, Italy. So near and dear to her heart. Even back then vampires who wished to become rich and powerful had to venture into the human world to achieve their goals.

  “It is an unique beverage from the Davenportillini Villa Orchards,” he added.

  Mati couldn’t help but to gasp at the name Davenportillini Villa. It was where her two vampire lovers lived. Although she indulged in their wines when homesickness for them hit her, she had until recently tried on the most part to avoid delving into the past.

  She knew the brothers had made a name with their wine and it seemed fitting she would have a drink from there, a place where she’d been so wonderfully pleasured and a place she had fantasized about many a time.

  “That would be fine. Thank you.”

  She made a move to sit up, but the male, the one with the deeper voice, informed her to remain where she lay.

  “You can sip through a straw while lying. A most unusual way to drink, but we find it most relaxing.” And then she heard footsteps move toward the door. A moment later the door opened and she heard that roll of wheels again and imagined a small wine wagon lavished with bunches of red and purple grapes as well as several wine bottles being pulled into the room.

  A gurgle of wine splashing into a glass followed, and immediately she smelled the sweet, delectable, unique scent of a Davenportillini wine. In her mind she could even envision a strong hand pushing the low wagon beneath the bed, just below her face. Imagined a boot-shaped glass with red wine and a straw swirling in the goblet.

  She blinked in surprise as a straw suddenly touched her lips. Had she imagined the hand and the boot-shaped glass in her mind? Or had it just been wistful wishing?

  The scent of the wine filled her nostrils. Sweet. Seductive. Perfect.

  Drawing the straw into her mouth, she sucked, and a colorful array of flavors splashed against her taste buds. Sweet, sour, tart and other flavors she couldn’t put a name to, melted over her tongue like a waterfall teasing her senses.

  “They just released this blend from their private collection. Quite expensive. They call it Matilda Rosso Wine 1898. Rumor has it, they have an enormous stash in their cellar named after an evil vampiress who seduced them and then ran from their love over a century ago.”

  Oh sweet vampire! She was Matilda! Tears sprang to her eyes and guilt spiraled through her like a corkscrew. She was the evil vamp who’d captured the brothers in a tangle of love. Love she had to run from simply because she feared for their safety.

  It had been a tumultuous time. Her realizing she loved the two vampires and that they loved her. Her not knowing if staying at their villa would keep her safe or if her hiding place would be found and her new loves, killed for harboring a fugitive.

  She had helped them pick the grapes that went into the Matilda collection. Laughing while they picked. Getting drunk. Making love beneath the golden moon in the endless rows of the orchards.

  Lust. Sex. Love. It had all been followed up by the overwhelming fear for their safety. The fear she still possessed to this very day.

  “We shall begin,” the vamp named John said. She felt a tug at her nape and realized she’d forgotten to let her hair down from the severe updo.

  “Your hair is too beautiful and voluptuous to be bound, cara.”

  My, he did have a way with words. Her scalp tingled erotically as he picked out the pins and loosened her bun, then ran his fingers through the strands, splashing her hair over her bared shoulders.

  While he stroked her hair, she heard the other male squirt some minty-smelling massage oil over his palms. At first she thought the smell was that of the oil, but realized it came from the vampires. Although the flower aroma mostly masked their scents, she caught enticing glimpses.

  Their scents were strong and intertwined through the air, mixing with the flowers and making a beautiful bouquet of aromas. Powerful yet tender at the same time. They smelled so much like Gio and Paolo.

  Her eyelids became heavy as a most succulent daze wrapped around her.

  Oh sweet vampire. Submission of the most exquisite kind was sweeping through her.

  Yet this feeling would be under her tight control. At least in this environment she knew it was play sex and not “fall in love”. Here, she was safe.

  Or so she thought.

  Chapter Two

  She is exquisite, John mentally conveyed to his brother.

  As we knew she still would be, Paul replied as he poured some warm scented oil into his palms and returned the bottle to the warmer. She has become even more beautiful, more enticing with age. She is just like the wines in our secret cellars. Ripening with age.

  He couldn’t get enough of looking at her. Her shoulders were bared to them. Whip marks from the tortures she’d incurred over a century ago marred her pale skin. The scars would have naturally healed but her captors had obviously rubbed something into her raw flesh, ensuring her flesh remain disfigured.

  Imbeciles!

  Anger, sharp as a knife blade, seared through John as he thought of the cruelty she had suffered. She had never gone into the details of her time as a slave, but he knew it was too painful for her to speak about. They could have made discreet inquiries, but that would have drawn attention to them and ultimately to Mati.

  That her life was in constant danger even after all these decades was a no-brainer. That her new identity remain top secret was not a problem. However, now that their sons had informed his brother and himself where their one true love resided, they could stay away no longer.

  They had taken on new identities as common humans. Cut ties with their European circles. Had gone so far as to vanish from the vampire world, effectively taking a vaccine that allowed them to walk in daylight as humans.

  They were here. They would claim Matilda. Once and for all.

  Matilda, their true love. The female their bodies and minds had craved for many decades would soon belong to them. And with one touch of his oiled palms to her velvety whip-rough skin, she would belong to them once more.

  Her sweet gasp was like music to his ears as his palms melted over her shoulders. Hot, silky female muscles tensed beneath his touch. His brother’s mind and body tightened in erotic awareness as he watched from the foot of the massage bed.

  “You’re quite wound up,” John breathed, wishing he didn’t have to wear the electronic voice manipulator over his vocal chords to conceal his identity from her. If they didn’t wear the devices, she would know who they were and things would not go as planned. They would hide their identities until she felt safe in their hands.

  Yes, she would be angry at this deceit. At first.

  Perhaps if they were lucky, she would allow them to love her once again. The other option, living out the rest of their lives without her, was incomprehensible. Somehow they had to change her mind about her not wanting to be with them. They had to tell her they could no longer share their love for each other through only their mind link. They needed her. All of her, not just her mind.

  He groaned inwardly as his palms sailed along the tense muscles of her shoulders. He worked out some big knots and smiled as he spied her body loosening up.

  “Are you wearing the butt plug requested of you?” Paul’s question sailed through the air like an explosion. Beneath John’s fingers, Mati’s shoulders tensed again. He shot Paul a warning look.

  Sorry, I couldn’t wait. She’s so damn gorgeous. I need to be inside her, his brother replied through their mind link.

  And you think I can wait? John snapped, feeling tense with his need as well as recognizing Paul’s impatience flow through his own body.

  Easy, brother. Your fangs are showing. Paul chuckled.

  Indeed they were. He touched the sharp points with the tip of his tongue and swore he tasted blood. His fangs were ultra sharp and would pierce Mati’s skin and spear her vein instantly. He couldn’t wait to feed on her. To feel her succulent blood splash on his tongue and zip through his system like wildfire.

  “Ye
s, I am wearing it,” came her hoarse reply.

  Both of them groaned inwardly. Their cocks throbbed so intensely, John sensed his brother was suppressing moans of agony just as he did.

  Hot vampire! She could still be as receptive to sex in reality as in their fantasy world.

  “And the last time you were double-penetrated?” Paul continued, much to John’s annoyance.

  Keep up with this line of questioning and I am going to lose it! he snapped as he forced his fingers to knead along her spine toward her lower back. His cock seemed to feel ten times its normal size and he could smell his arousal zip through the air. He could smell his brother too. Primal, raw vampire lust. Perfect aphrodisiac for a female.

  Thankfully the flower scent emanating from the fireplace would throw her off their scents for now. But he still recognized hers. Sweet, dark and mysterious, her smell lashed his senses like a stormy wind whipping against the clusters of grapes in their orchard. His cock hardened with every scent wave that drifted from her. His balls swelled and pulled up tight.

  And fuck! His brother certainly seemed to be having a hard time of it too. Especially at her answer of having the plug buried inside her, for he was squirming uneasily in the semidarkness.

  “Not for decades,” came her strangled reply.

  So, she would be exceptionally tight back here, even with the help of a butt plug. Extremely tight.

  While he worked on a knotted muscle in her lower back, Paul moved toward the oil warmer. Grabbing the oil, he poured the liquid into his palms and threw John a lusty expression.

  She hasn’t been with any other vamp. Nor human. Not since us. I’m unable to pick up any other scent than hers and ours.

  John chuckled. Paul had always possessed a bloodhound nose. If he sensed she hadn’t been with anyone, then it would be true.

  Whether she can admit it to herself or not, she has been waiting for us to find her. Paul echoed his thoughts.

  Despite the mind sex they experienced off and on over the decades, she would be a firecracker when she orgasmed.

  And he would enjoy setting fire to her wick.

  Ma bella. Exquisita creatura, Paul mused silently as he settled his oiled palms over each of Mati’s sensually shaped calves. Her flesh was soft and ripe for a male’s touch and he heard her sharp inhalation at the impact of their flesh meeting once again.

  Yes, despite her tenseness, he sensed she was in a most receptive mood to having male hands upon her body again.

  “You enjoy our touches, no?” He groaned. That damn mechanical device concealing their voices prevented her from hearing the raw sensuality in his voice. Yes, they could have used mind control, mesmerized her, willed her to not recognize them, but it would have been too invasive.

  Alas, she would feel more betrayed with them this way. But it would be best. This way she would remember everything.

  For much too long he had waited to touch her again. To feel her soft feminine curves beneath his hands. To sink his engorged cock into her wet heat. The nights the three of them had spent upon the grounds of the grape orchard wrapped in leaves and each other’s arms and then in the villa, together tangled beneath silky black sheets, had been the best weeks of his life.

  He hoped she would give them more of what they’d shared back then. He hoped this time she would not run from them. Run from their love.

  Somehow he had to convince her to allow them into her heart, as they had allowed her into theirs.

  Two sets of male hands touching her flesh set every one of Mati’s senses into full alert mode. The intimate way they kneaded her with their oiled palms had her feeling sparks of déjà vu. Although they had yet to touch her private parts, their hands were already making love to her.

  Bold fingers sensually stroked her calves. Another set of fingers erotically caressed her shoulders. The vamps moved in perfection, as if they had done this many a time.

  Despite her not knowing these two males, lashes of jealousy slapped through her. The thought of their hands being on another female shouldn’t bother her. Yet, it did.

  Perhaps it was because they smelled so much like Paolo and Gio. Even through the flowery smell she could make out their erotic arousal scents. They wafted around her like seductive swords playing havoc with her mind and her sanity.

  If she could only raise her head from the massage table, remove the blindfold and see their faces, then she could be sure they were not her Italian lovers. But if she dare look at them, the scorching fantasy she was now conjuring in her mind, that her lovers were actually here touching her, would vanish. She didn’t want that. It was better to fantasize and not see them. These males were professional pleasurers and that was all. She mustn’t read into it anymore than she already had.

  She sipped more wine from the straw. The cool, sparkling beverage buzzed through her like lightning. As the male’s hands roamed over her body, she became quite aware of where their fingers were heading. She was also alert to the fact that the sheets she had covered herself with had moved. Now only a part of it lay upon her, covering her ass.

  Instinctively she widened her legs, allowing one of them to massage farther up along her inner thighs. Mati swallowed as one of his hands neared her pussy. The rest of the sheet slipped off her and a warm, firm palm smoothed over the curves of her buttocks. She quivered in need, feeling the connection of pussy and ass as a knuckle aligned with the opening of her vagina and another nudged against the butt plug lodged inside her.

  Disappointment rocked her as their hands quickly moved away. One set kneading downward along her inner thighs once again, and the other set of hands eloquently rubbing her back up along her spine. Ahh, so they were teasing her. She was fine with that. But they’d best not wait too long to bring her the relief she wished to experience.

  As they worked tight knots from her flesh, Mati continued leisurely sipping from her straw, drowning in the luxurious feel of male hands once again upon her body. The vibrant flavors of the wine zipped down her throat, hitting her tummy, warming her. To her surprise she began relaxing, sighing into the long-forgotten intimacy of touch.

  Now she was able to figure out that each pleasurer touched her in different ways. One touched her firmly, almost desperately, yet confidently. The other, tenderly, gently, as if he didn’t wish to hurt her. It was an exquisite combination and while they stroked her, she sank into a deep state of relaxation she’d not known before. She felt so peaceful, so tranquil, so uncaring of anything.

  The relaxation soon turned to delicate awareness as their hands were suddenly replaced by two sets of mouths. Lips, firm and warm, branded her flesh. One kissed the rigid muscles of her left calf, the other kissed the rigid muscles on her right shoulder.

  Their lips were beautiful, like feathers, as they spread over her flesh. One moist mouth danced up the back of her left leg, the other down her right side. As their mouths drew closer to the curves of her ass, their lips became firmer, more demanding, full of promise. She easily slipped into the heady, sensual fog of want that wrapped around her.

  Focusing her attention on their succulent mouths, she loved the blistering line of fire in their wake. Soon their tongues accompanied their kisses. Moist and warm they licked and dabbed and lapped her skin. Everywhere they touched, her skin tingled and shimmered and her body became tight, hot and sensitized as they stroked and smoothed over her curves.

  She felt as if she were floating, flying, just being. Amazing how easily these two strangers made her aware of her body.

  They trailed their tongue kisses leisurely over her curves, careful to avoid her core, an area that grew eager now. An area that needed to be touched, kissed and fucked.

  Sharp incisors joined the tongues. Like mini daggers, they scraped erotically wherever their tongues and mouths touched, bringing welcome pinpricks of pleasure-pain.

  She smelled the sweet, metallic scent of her blood and her pulse began to pound with earnest. In response her own fangs unsheathed and her fingers curled into the sheets b
eneath her as a new desperation began unfurling through her. She cried out as wide shoulders nudged her legs farther apart and hot air breathed against her wet pussy as one of the males came onto the bed between her legs. She yelped in surprise and excitement as a strong, firm tongue dashed against her clit.

  Electric flames shimmied through her and she couldn’t stop the raw, erotic moan from escaping her throat. Another mouth blistered along the curves of her ass, lips teasing her skin with solid kisses, a tongue lapping her cheeks and his canines scratching along her flesh leaving a trail of delightful pleasure pain.

  “Paul loves your pussy,” the one she recalled as John whispered against her ass cheeks. He seared his canines against her left curve a couple of times before continuing, “And he really wants to fuck your ass, mia cara.”

  Oh sweet vampire!

  “But you need to lift your tummy first so I can place a pillow beneath you, then I’ll remove the plug.”

  Anticipation rocked her.

  “Lift your hips, bellissima,” he instructed.

  She swallowed and did as he asked. Immediately a huge, firm pillow was stuffed beneath her hips, lifting her ass and pussy into the air, exposing her intimately to them. While the male lapped at her clit, building awesome tension through her, Mati panted through the increasing arousal and listened to what the other male was up to.

  She tensed as he gripped the base of her butt plug. He began to pull. Slowly, forcefully, and once again she wished she could see their faces. However, in her mind’s eye, she imagined Gio gripping the base of the plug, readying to pull it out of her and Paolo’s face dipped between her open thighs, lapping at her clit and drinking cream from her vagina.

  Mati smiled. Paolo always loved drinking from her. Her blood and her cream.

  She shivered as the memories splashed over her. Reminisces of being sandwiched between Gio and Paolo’s virile, toned bodies, impaled on their swollen cocks, her mouth open in stunned gasps as she breathed through the extreme pleasure-pain the double penetration always created.