“I won’t look where you don’t want me to. How did you know what field of science to choose? What are your earliest memories of being proud of your intelligence?”
She showed him moments from grade school, when the teachers praised her quick grasp of the math concepts. She showed him the letters sent home, telling her mother that such a bright child needed to be encouraged to pursue big dreams. She showed him the hours she spent at the library, devouring every book she could find on the lives of famous scientists. He felt her disappointment when none of the faces she studied were black like hers but shared her feelings of determination when she decided that hers would be a face to inspire future generations of young, black children.
She showed him her high school graduation and the scholarship letters which led to her earning of her first college degree three years later, with a double major in biology and chemistry. She showed him how hard she worked to earn the respect of her coworkers and her bosses. She showed him how little gratification she received from earning her Masters degree in neurobiology and how quickly she earned her Doctoral degree in neurobiology and biomedical engineering. She showed him the hours she devoted to solving the problem she now wished she had never figured out.
Then she felt herself being pushed gently away.
He used his own fangs to tear a hole in his arm and ordered her, “Drink.”
She leaned forward and pulled his arm to her face and drank. She drank in his memories of a youth spent proving he was smarter than the farming family he was born into. She reveled in his love of pure mathematics—the magic of numbers and equations. She absorbed his knowledge of how he would only be allowed to work as a lowly bean-counter for the lesser nobility who served the Tsar and his family. She drank in his dedication to his job, along with his growing fear that the female he was married to didn’t attract him.
She watched as he had children with her but took his real pleasure from forbidden assignations with those who hinted their desires to him. One of those men was the one to turn him. He wasn’t given a choice. One minute the man sucked hard on his dick, the next moment he bit through the femoral artery in the inner upper thigh and quickly drained him dry. Then Casimiro had a bloody arm thrust in front of him with the order to drink or die. So he drank. All of the wonders of the world were suddenly his to savor for an eternity.
Casmirio’s arm pulled away from her. She whimpered with the loss of the blood.
Casimiro smiled at her, patting her cheek gently. “Wonderful child, beautiful woman. I thank you for sharing yourself with me.” Then he rose on unsteady feet and walked slowly over to sit on the couch he was on originally.
Apolinar quickly moved over to the vacant cushion next to Keisha.
“My turn,” he said, pulling her arm up to his face and tracing the veins that ran under the surface with his tongue. Then his fangs descended from his gums and into her arm with one movement.
She gasped at the sudden intensity of the emotional turmoil that raged within her mind.
“Show me the colors of your life, Keisha. Show me your emotions...your rages...your hatreds...but especially, show me your loves.”
She showed him the first boy she had a crush on...and the way he had laughed at her, choosing the prettier blond girl as his special friend. She showed him her early fumbling attempts at romance with boys in the back seats of cars. She showed him her love for her siblings and her piercing grief when they buried the sister she shared a room with. She showed him her protective love for her mother, and her rage against the father she never met, for not loving her enough to want to meet her. She showed him how she decided to lock away her emotions so they wouldn’t distract her from her pursuit of knowledge. She showed him her boredom with the few sexual partners she shared herself with over the years, then showed him her terror when she was locked in the trunk of the car and shot.She tried to keep him from the memory of what she shared with Yuri but he rolled over her pitiful attempts to hide what was the only really enjoyable sexual experience she had ever had...and she had to die for it first.
He licked her arm again before he drew back. Then he bit into his wrist and offered it to her.
She needed no invitation but grabbed the arm and locked her lips around the wound.
Colors. Emotions. Music so loud that she saw the notes. She wanted to scream at the chaos but no one would hear her over the loud colors and smells.
“Take my hand and walk with me. See there? Even when I was a young boy I always preferred to play with boys, not girls. I ran away from home because they were going to marry me off to a woman. I joined a ship’s crew thinking I would see the world.
“The only thing I saw was the inside of the captain’s cabin. He abused me, hurt me, and yet made me feel more glorious than I had ever imagined was possible. Then when he tired of me he turned me out and the crew took their turns with me. It was a long journey. There were many of them. I hurt all of the time, but they never stopped. The colors of my life were blue and gray, along with the blood I shed while they laughed.
“When we got to the New World I snuck off of the ship. What could be worse than being forced to continue the hell they made for me in the hold? The strange people who lived there didn’t understand what I said. They had customs, games, and a religion that all involved blood. I wanted no part of it.
“They took me to their holy man to decide what to do with me. He bathed me, first with scented water, then with his tongue. He made me scream with pleasure. The colors were red and orange. Yellow. The heat of our bodies was unbearable but I never wanted it to end. Then the other one entered the room and took me for his own. As he made love to me with his icy cold body, his teeth entered my neck and I was changed.
“I lived with him for many years, worshipping his gods. They came from the sky and would return one day. He was already very old, but he would wait. They would come. He left to purify himself in the ground. Countless men, countless nights. Always the colors would change to red. Always the blood. Always the desire that was never satisfied.
“Wanting...waiting...desire so deep I could drown in the blueness of it...until...there. That one. That tall white stranger with the pale hair and eyes as blue as the sea. The dance of love...no one ever played that with me before. We kissed...we made love...at last. What is an eternity without love? The colors of love. White hot and yet...red...orange...yellow...heat...cool blue of his eyes when we rest...his white can be cool or hot. Heat that burns. Love that lasts an eternity. I am saved.”
Apolinar’s arm pulled away from Keisha’s lips but she didn’t fight to hold it. She cried with an intensity that made her body tremble. The tears of blood streamed down her face. She convulsed with the sobs that wracked her body as if her heart was breaking.
Yuri leapt across the room to pick her up. He sat back down holding her on his lap, rocking back and forth, murmuring to her in that language she didn’t understand. He hoped the elemental sound of his voice would bring her back to him.
Apolinar crept over to Casimiro. They held each other closely, sharing their strength with each other.
Gradually Keisha’s sobs grew quieter, the trembling ceased, and she was quiet in his arms. Yuri looked across the room at the two Ancient Ones and spoke, exercising great control over his tone to lessen the severity of his words.
“What did you do to her? You promised she wouldn’t be harmed in any way.”
Apolinar shook his head to answer in a tired voice, “No harm was done to her. I am very old with many centuries of memories. Perhaps it was too much for her brain to comprehend. She took much blood from me. I will need to rest.”
“Why was she crying?”
Apolinar smiled wanly as he answered, “I showed her an eternity of life without love, then an eternity of life with love. Perhaps the beauty of the colors of love moved her to tears. I was deeply moved by the intensity of desires she kept chained within her for so long. I wanted to show her how it can be when the colors are freed.”
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sp; He got up and walked slowly out of the room.
Casimiro watched his lover leave and then turned to Yuri.
“Go when she is able. Take as long as you need to before you leave. Then go. We have all honored our bargains here today and we are all the richer for it. The old blood will need time to process blood as young as hers—even with a dash of you in it. I must take my leave now also. The sun rises early here in the desert. If you feel you must spend the day here, there is a guest apartment one floor up from this one. Press the button for SG—sub-ground. You are welcome to our hospitality but you won’t see us again.”
Yuri watched him leave. He looked down at the face of the woman he held in his arms and felt swirling desires competing for his attention. He felt fiercely protective of her and rage against anyone who might want to harm her. He was afraid for her but aroused by the sight of her long lashes fluttering gently as she tried to open her eyes, and her full lips that he felt an inexplicable desire to bruise with kisses.
He knew the sun was close to rising...he felt it in his bones. There was no way they would be able to drive fast enough to get to dark safety before it rose. So, he carried the now-unconscious Keisha to the elevator door and rode up a floor with her to the cozy guest apartment.
He could have slept in a coffin of dirt he was so tired by the time he got her into the bed. He was too tired to even remove any of their clothing. He fell into bed beside her and was out cold before his head hit the pillow.
Chapter Eleven
Yuri woke up having a premonition that something wasn’t right about his environment. The return of consciousness brought with it the realization that his arms were empty.
Keisha. Where is she?
He sat up quickly and looked around. He heard water running and realized she must be in the shower. He also heard...what?
When I carried her here, I was afraid she might not recover and now she’s up before me and she’s singing? A little off-key, maybe, but singing?
“...beauty turns to pain...madness turns to rain...”
He got up, walked over to the closed door, and opened it. The steam was so thick in the room that he had trouble making out where the shower was, so he moved towards the area the singing was coming from.
“...we collide...we will be gorgeous...”
“Keisha? Are you alright?”
The shower door flew open and even more steam invaded the room.
“Yes. In fact, I feel gorgeous.” She smiled at the puzzled look on his face. “I also feel a bit wicked so why don’t you get undressed and join me in this huge shower? There’s even a bench in here for you to sit on.”
Yuri stripped quickly and stepped into the steam.
“Exactly why will I need to sit on the bench?”
Keisha moved closer and rubbed herself on him, licking from one nipple to the other, while massaging his butt cheeks with both hands.
“Sit and find out, Mister. I’m too short to reach you while you’re standing.”
“Reach me? How...ungh.”
Keisha bent over and licked eagerly at his cock which reared in response. She gently pushed at his thighs and he sat down heavily on the bench behind him.
“That’s better.”
She knelt down and ran her hands up and down his thighs, curled her fingers under his knees and gently tickled the soft skin she found there. She leaned over and rubbed her breasts on his thighs. Her nipples were tiny pebbles which only increased the size of what she then swallowed whole in one smooth movement.
Yuri moaned as he felt himself hit the back of her throat. Her tongue laved the underside of him and then circled around him, teasing him while still maintaining the suction that made him clench his fists against the walls of the shower. She moved her head back and let him go with a small popping sound. Then she lapped at the slick red fluid leaking out of the slit of his plum before she gently slid back the foreskin and took him into her mouth again. She repeated the licking, then sucking, and then licking movements. For a time there was no sound in the shower except the pounding of the water as it filled the room with steam, along with Yuri’s occasional groans of pleasure.
Even though he didn’t need to breathe, Yuri sucked in large gasps of air, trying to control his body’s desire to give in to the need to shove himself as deeply as he could down her throat to choke her with his release. She knew he was close so she swallowed him again. She moved her head up and down while she used both hands to fondle the hairy pouch that kept slapping at her chin. She gently rolled each ball in its sac. Then she wrapped her thumb and forefinger around the base of him and amplified the sensations, making it impossible for him to maintain any longer.
With a howl, Yuri wrapped his hands in her hair and shoved himself one final time into her throat before he exploded, his load hot as it pulsated its way out. Keisha pulled back after the first shot and used both hands to massage him, milking him until he collapsed. He leaned his head back against the wall behind him, his hands now limply on her shoulders. His chest heaved as he sucked in the steam.
Keisha smiled and rested her head against his thigh. Her hands still explored his legs, his ankles, even his feet. It was quite a few moments before Yuri was able to speak.
* * * *
Casimiro was laving Apolinar into hardness but he cocked his head up and remarked, “She’s singing.”
Apolinar nodded, his mouth too filled with Casimiro to speak. “Um hmm...”
“Isn’t that one of your favorite songs? At least it used to be...”
Apolinar opened his mouth. “It expresses colors of love. That’s why I like it.”
Apolinar listened for a moment then smiled. “Now she’s sucking cock.”
Casimiro looked down the length of their intertwined bodies and smirked. “I hope she’s better at that than she is at singing.”
Apolinar gave his upper thigh a quick nip, which made Casimiro gasp with pleasure. Apolinar lapped at the blood droplets that oozed out of the tiny bite marks.
“She is experiencing colors in her life, possibly for the first time. She is now more skilled at pleasing a man than I think either of them have realized yet. I wonder where she might have gotten that talent from.”
They both smiled at the howl which echoed in their minds, connected as their blood was to Keisha.
“Umm hmm,” Casimiro hummed, his mouth full again.
* * * *
Yuri pulled Keisha up to stand in front of him. He crushed her lips, licking at them, tasting himself on her face.
“Your turn now, my love,” he said as he stood up. He leaned against her, both of his hands on either side of her. He gently bit the side of her neck and sucked at the blood. “It’s your turn to sit.”
Keisha’s legs were weakened by the bite, making every cell in her body tingle with excitement. She sat down obediently.
Yuri fell to his knees, spreading her thighs with his hands and using his thumbs to massage the soft, lighter brown skin at the inner junction of her thighs and her curls. He began by kissing her knee, then licked his way up to the inner thigh skin, which he sucked on while licking at it.
Keisha’s legs twitched as she giggled. “That tickles.”
He looked up—his eyes black with passion—and smiled while licking his lips.
“Just you wait...”
He repeated the same motions with the other leg. Keisha twitched and giggled again when he suddenly swooped down and his tongue lapped at the hood over her clit. She gasped.
He used his thumbs to once again massage at the inner junction of her thighs, while his forefingers pushed back on the base of the hood, exposing her clit to his hot breath. He blew on it, and then the tip of his tongue tickled it, flicking back and forth, faster and faster, until—with a small cry—Keisha stiffened as she came.
He leaned forward, opening his mouth so his upper lip covered her clit, his lower one was under her opening, and his tongue was in her fluids. He used his tongue to spread her slickness all around her,
poking into her repeatedly. His upper lip massaged her bud until she came again. He kept up the motions until Keisha gasped for air.
“Need...to...breathe...maybe.”
Yuri stood up, pulling Keisha up with him. He put his hands under her butt and lifted her up as she wrapped her legs around him. He tilted himself forward and rammed himself into her mercilessly, knowing she was slick enough to take him without pain.
Keisha whimpered as he bumped against her cervix, pushing it up and out of his way as he lifted her up then pushed her down to take him fully inside of her. Faster and faster he moved until she stiffened again and her eyes opened wide with wonder for a split second.
She screamed, her eyes now tightly shut. Her inner walls convulsed against him, stealing what little control he had, until he joined her in her free-fall of multiple orgasms.
Yuri turned slightly and sat down hard on the bench again, still trapped in Keisha as her muscles continued to spasm with aftershocks. He bent his head down and kissed the top of her head. When she looked up at him, he gently covered her lips with his, rubbing the tip of his nose against hers, and sighing with pleasure.
“I saw colors,” Keisha began, a note of wonder in her voice. “Crimson and orange, white hot and blood red. And fireworks of explosions against my eyelids while I squeezed them shut tightly, along with every other muscle of my body.”
Yuri nodded and kissed her again.
“You are an exceptional woman, Keisha. That was as intense as it was unexpected. You were in such bad shape this morning, I was afraid for you. I never guessed that you would wake up tonight in such a wonderful, aroused mood.”
Keisha smiled. “You said I would gain something from everyone I share blood with. I certainly feel like the palette of emotions in my life is expanded. That must be from Apolinar.”
“Undoubtedly. I hope that is all that you gained from him, though.”
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