by Jools Louise
“Slow or fast?” he asked, mouthing my throat, lapping at my skin tenderly as we rutted against one another.
“Hard and fast,” I replied, letting out a startled cry when he lifted off me, flipping me onto my hands and knees.
He dragged my pajama bottoms down my legs, spreading my thighs with one of his bigger ones. I glanced back, panting heavily now, feeling my clit throbbing with need, excitement trembling through me as I watched him remove his sweatpants. His fat cock jutted from his hairless crotch, thick and juicy and dripping pre-cum already.
He slapped my ass, hard, which had me squealing at the injury to my already bruised flesh and then sighing with pleasure as he stroked the slap marks gently, anointing each cheek with a gentle kiss.
I felt the head of his dick brush against my moist channel before, with a grunt and a groan, he thrust forward. I cried out again, throwing my head back and closing my eyes as I savored the feel of him impaling me, felt the pinch as my surprised flesh accepted him. I was wet, but not completely sodden, but I enjoyed the twinge of discomfort. I liked my lovemaking a little rough, and Sven loved delivering a good, hard fuck.
“Don’t forget to make some noise,” Sven said, chuckling.
“Aaargh!” I managed to get out as he began to move, hard and fast as I’d requested, his hips moving like pistons as he fucked my clenching pussy. I shoved my hips back at him as he skewered me over and over, my tits bouncing like pendulums from the force of his thrusts.
“I think I’d like some of that,” Silas called, stripping naked as he ambled over, his cock surging to life.
I couldn’t speak, could only moan in delight, my mouth open wide. My pussy, now drenched and taking each bit of Sven’s cock easily, clutched at the invader, making moist sounds of delight as it was nailed again and again and again.
Silas knelt before me, fisting his cock, and guided it to between my lips. I moaned again, loving the taste, my body shunting back and forth on the two dicks impaling me on both ends. Hollowing my cheeks, I took Silas to the hilt, restraining my gag reflex as he increased tempo. Soon, Silas was fucking my face with equal fervor to the big Viking slamming into me from the rear.
I felt Sven grip my hair, holding my head in place as he and Silas kissed over my head. I heard their moans of pleasure, and the grunts as they rammed into me over and over, slowing a little as they swapped saliva. I felt my orgasm encroaching, just out of reach, frustrating me. I reached beneath me, finding my clit, and rubbing it with two fingers, desperate for release.
“Allow me,” Mercer said, and I jumped a little, startled that he was so close and I hadn’t heard him approach.
He smiled at me, stroking my damp hair, and kissed my wet cheek, which was dripping with spittle from the extended face fuck. Mercer’s fingers joined mine at my clit, and he began to fondle Silas’s balls. Then he lowered his head and began to lick one of my breasts, which swayed with each thrust of Sven’s cock. Mercer cupped my boob and found my nipple, sucking on it hungrily and humming with pleasure. Silas let out a guttural groan, spreading his legs and slowing his pace a little, watching Mercer eagerly. I left my clit alone and cupped Silas’s balls in one hand and Mercer’s cock in the other. Sven’s strong grip on my hips and hair kept me from falling, and I spread my knees a little wider for extra balance.
With the added stimulation Silas came quickly, filling my mouth with his hot seed. It trickled down my chin as I tried to swallow, stroking Silas’s ass gently. Mercer’s cock was thick and long in my hand, moist with pre-cum, and his mouth on my teat was blissfully erotic.
I closed my eyes, coming hard with a scream that ricocheted off the trees surrounding us. I convulsed, my pussy clenching around Sven’s surging cock. He gave a loud roar, coming, as well, and spurted deep inside me. He finished and flipped me onto my back, moving aside. Mercer moved in between my thighs and slid into place, his huge rod sinking balls deep inside me. He began to move, his pace slow and easy, with a quick swivel of his hips, which soon had me moaning again. I arched my back, thrusting back at him as he knelt between my thighs, his big hands gripping my upper legs, spreading me wider still.
I whimpered, looking up to see the coven surrounding me. They all looked as though they’d been indulging in sex play, as well, the sated looks in their eyes a dead giveaway as they watched the continuing show. Julius crawled over, his eyes dark with lust, and straddled my face. I mouthed his balls and licked avidly at his crease before shoveling his cock into my mouth and sucking him to completion. I tasted Connie’s and Milly’s flavors plus a dozen others from the coven. Julius had been a busy boy that evening while I had been ploughed by my three sexy vampires.
Mercer rolled onto his back, taking me with him and dislodging Julius so that I was sitting atop the big African stud, facing him. Taking advantage of the new position, Julius swiftly moved, fingering my clenching asshole with his slender fingers. I moaned in delight, kissing Mercer hungrily as Julius prepared my ass for entry.
“Such a sweet, tight little hole,” Julius said approvingly, his voice hoarse with desire. “Let me show you how much I love this sexy sheath.” He punched through the guarding ring of muscles with his cock, ramming it deep in one smooth thrust.
I cried out my pleasure, feeling the pinch and burn as he claimed my ass. My inner muscles quivered, trying to adjust, and I panted heavily, my pussy still filled with Mercer’s thick member. As my hole relaxed, Julius gave a low grunt and began to fuck me slowly. In tandem, Mercer thrust upward, lifting me slightly to give himself a little more room. The pair upped the tempo, and I was soon moaning like a ten-dollar hooker as they ploughed my holes relentlessly, hard and fast. My pussy slurped around Mercer’s huge cock, and my ass gripped Julius in its silken sheath, enveloping them in heat and pleasure. Julius squeezed my tits, pinching my nipples in time to his hard thrusts, and within moments, my pleasure peaked and I gave a low, whimpering scream as my climax splintered through me and I convulsed between my lovers, my pussy gushing cream and my ass clenching like a vise around Julius’s impaling cock.
My lovers both came at the same time, spurting thick cream into me, anointing me with their desire. Finally exhausted, I collapsed onto Mercer, boneless and sated at last. Julius fell across my back as he found his release before falling to the side. Sven and Silas cuddled at the other side of me, kissing languidly and stroking each other tenderly.
I cuddled with my playmates, their large bodies surrounding me. I lay sprawled atop Mercer, tired at last, and my mind faded out, as I slept.
* * * *
Julius
“Eva is coping well with our new life,” I murmured to my lovers, stroking Eva’s back gently as she slept the sleep of the well pleasured. “I’m glad she is able to adapt. She has suffered a great deal.”
“Our little Eva is a welcome addition to our coven,” Sven replied drowsily, cupping Eva’s succulent ass and squeezing gently. Cum oozed from her cunt and anus, and her butt still bore the mark of Sven’s smack. “She is kind and generous and strong of heart.”
I studied Sven’s expression and saw the love and desire for Eva in the big Viking’s face. The man did not trust easily, and for him to describe Eva in such terms meant he had strong feelings for the little blonde.
“She offered herself to us so that we could escape,” Silas said huskily. “She let half our coven feed, even though she was low on reserves herself. She is a warrior at heart, with a compassion that just doesn’t quit.”
I thought for a long moment, content to lie with my lovers as they talked softly of the day’s ride across Canada. We’d split up into smaller groups of three, four, and five riders to avoid the attention of local law enforcement. A large biker gang riding along would draw too much interest, something they didn’t need right then. I had gone first, leading the way, appointing members of my inner circle with each group of riders, offering strength and comfort. We had traveled a long way, but tomorrow would bring a change of scenery…and a temporary home for my family. Tomorrow we would r
each Manitoba, and then we would leave the main highway, traversing the back roads to a place I had bought several decades ago, run by a good friend of mine who had no coven of his own but preferred being a lone wolf vampire.
Snuggling closer to Mercer, I rested my head on his big shoulder and closed my eyes, sleeping finally.
Chapter Ten
Mercer
The long ride was finally drawing to a close. I, as Julius’s commander, was privy to much that the others were not. I knew where we were going and smiled to myself, thinking of the one who had been Julius’s friend for more years than I could count but who refused to join any coven. Alfred was an ex-French nobleman turned barkeep. He was irascible, rude, and as loyal as could be to those he respected. Julius was one of the few that Alfred cared for.
I was holding up the rear, checking for anyone following, and took note of a vehicle I’d seen several times before that day. There were plenty of blacked-out SUVs on the road, but my instincts kicked in, and I deliberately drove past the exit ramp that I needed to take to see what the vehicle would do. This was the Trans-Canada Highway, so it was possible the big, black vehicle was simply taking the same journey I was, but I had noticed it earlier because, whenever I stopped for fuel, so did the other vehicle. There were plenty of rest stops and gas stations, but for some reason, the SUV chose the exact same ones that I did.
I was accompanied by Daniel, a Celtic, black-haired, green-eyed member of our inner circle, twelve hundred years a vampire. Amelia and Faye, who were married lesbians, as well as Naomi and Callum, made up the rest of our number. Daniel had been riding with Amelia and Faye, but our two groups had caught each other up, and I had agreed to travel with them. Although six bikers riding together was a little more than was comfortable, given that we were trying to avoid detection, we’d managed to not be stopped by highway patrols, and I was just a little irritated that someone appeared to be trailing us. I sent off a quick message to Julius to let him know I’d catch up later. Much later.
I relayed my suspicions to my companions, and we continued our journey, riding farther west. Fifty miles later, I indicated that we would turn off and aimed for a small town just off the highway. We were all famished, and despite the blood bags we carried for quick sustenance, we needed a more satisfying meal. Towns meant people, which meant fresh blood for my hungry horde.
The town, Sandy Lake, was close to Beaufort Lake with a small population, a hotel and restaurants, plus a campsite. We each had camping gear, as campers provided easy pickings as far as our diet went, so I guided us to the camping ground. I didn’t intend to remain there for the entire night but was eager to make our curious follower think that we were oblivious to their presence. Sure enough, a few minutes after we began setting up tents, having paid for three nights’ accommodations to allay suspicions, the big black SUV rolled along the road and parked a few pitches away.
I kept a casual eye on the single occupant that exited the vehicle, the guy looking out of place and uncomfortable. He looked young, too, and my gaze swept over the slim, sexy form of the man. I took a chance and tunneled into his mind, searching his thoughts. I smiled, finding what I was looking for. Theo had sent an untried young buck to do his dirty work, promising all sorts of wonderful things to the youngster, who was only a two-hundred-year-old vampire, converted at the human age of twenty-one. The man, Luc, had been plucked from a whorehouse in Europe, where he had serviced men and women and had known only degradation and disgrace.
I continued my preparations for the night, swiftly getting our large communal tent set up before heading into the town to find dinner and a drink or two. I silently related what was happening now to my companions, garnering grins from them all. I was actually impressed that such a young vampire had been smart enough to discover us. So far he had not communicated anything to his lord and master, Theo, as he was afraid of making a mistake and ending up in a pile of dust. This would be to our advantage. I had the feeling that our coven would prove extremely palatable to our young tracker. Gathering defectors from Theo’s followers would be as satisfying as taking him down. Chipping away at his power base, one vampire at a time. We would teach Luc just what a coven should be…loving and caring and loyal. Not run by fear and deception and lies. I sensed in his battered spirit the craving for love and tenderness. I would be happy to show him both.
The small town had a few people wandering around, enjoying the clear evening. I paid attention to them, detecting no paranormals among them, except for our young friend, Luc, who was trailing casually behind my little entourage. I headed for a small bar and restaurant and secured a table, quickly ordering meals and drinks for us. I sensed Luc’s confusion at my actions since he was now doubting he had the right people at all. We weren’t acting like vampires. In his world, the world inhabited by soulless demons such as Theo, killing was the order of the day. By now, Theo’s band of thugs would have murdered several humans and avoided town altogether. I had no beef against humans and enjoyed being around them. Julius had taught me the finer points of selecting humans for snacking on, and when traveling as we were, stealth and secrecy were a preferred method. I would sneak into the restroom in a while to see who was there. I had already spotted a couple of likely males who were sending come-hither looks my way. Daniel got a couple of looks himself, and we exchanged grins. A quick fuck and snack would be a fun way to spend the evening.
We devoured burgers and fries and several glasses of ice-cold beer, laughing and joking. I got up to take a leak, heading for the gents’ restroom. I noted that Luc was sitting at the bar alone, gripping a glass of beer that he’d held on to since we’d been there. He’d barely taken a sip. I shook my head. The youngster had a lot to learn about being a vampire, even after two hundred years.
My foray lasted only a short while, involving a quick and dirty little make-out session in one of the stalls, with a man who had been eyeing me up all evening. We’d swapped cum, and I’d snacked on his dick, sipping blood and cum from his delicious meat while he was in the throes of ecstasy. I left my victim in a sated stupor, kissing him gently before heading back into the bar…to find chaos had descended on the place.
Faye and Amelia were battering Luc over the head with a menu, calling him a pervert at the top of their lungs in gutter-trash French. Naomi and Callum were standing back, trying not to laugh, and Daniel sent me a silent message to tell me that Luc was not our only follower. The women were creating a distraction since there was a far more powerful vampire in the area, who had triggered an invisible alarm that I had placed at the door of the bar when we entered. Security alarms were magical creations, spells of sorts, which had been obtained by Julius from an ally in the Appalachian Mountains. He had equipped each of his circle with them, for when there was reason to believe there would be danger. I had set the alarm once Luc was inside since I already had read his mind and knew he wasn’t a huge threat. I should have appreciated Theo’s Machiavellian side and realized that he would send backup.
I refrained from mind-searching the people in the bar and, instead, stepped up to Faye and Amelia, pulling them off the unfortunate youngster, who was looking dazed and fearful. Everyone in the bar was watching the proceedings with varying degrees of curiosity, but I spied one individual who was a little more intense. I recognized him from the mansion. His name was Reinhardt, and he’d earned a reputation for debauched and depraved sexual activities that ended up with his victims dismembered and strewn in various directions. His presence told me that perhaps the young vampire was not so inexperienced as I had thought. Or that Reinhardt might be testing the young buck.
I had a dilemma on my hands. If Reinhardt was here, either protecting Luc or as an enforcer, he would no doubt commit murder during his stay before he tried to recapture and torture my little enclave. I thought hard and decided to take the initiative.
“Reinhardt, such a delight to see you again,” I said, my tone all friendly and welcoming as I walked to stand in front of him. I grabbed his hand and sho
ok it. Unbeknownst to him, I had my own hint of deviousness inside me. I wore a ring, which had a little trick embedded in it. A tiny barb that, when triggered, injected liquid mercury into my victim. I squeezed my adversary’s hand tightly enough that he shouldn’t feel the barb going into his skin and then stepped back, smiling widely at his confused expression. Reinhardt was not the brightest spark in the box by any means, but he made up for his lack of intellect with sheer brutality. I feared for the females in my group, who would be at his mercy if he got the upper hand.
“Mercer,” he replied gruffly, nodding curtly.
“We just had some beers. Would you care to join us?” I asked cheerfully, giving myself kudos for my acting abilities. I was more than willing to rip the bastard’s throat out, given half the chance, but there were too many people about. I needed to play it cool.
Clapping a hand to Reinhardt’s shoulder, I moved him closer to our table, urging him to sit. Faye and Amelia had finished swatting Luc, who eyed the newcomer warily. I read in his eyes a healthy dose of fear, disgust, and utter loathing for the big Germanic blond vampire. Reinhardt, as I recalled, was one of Theo’s top recruiters, converting people against their will and then using bully-boy tactics to keep them loyal. Judging by Luc’s expression, he was not a fan of Reinhardt.
“Where is he?” Reinhardt asked brusquely, ignoring my invitation to be seated. “Where is Julius? Did he think that he could escape us so easily? The little slug is a worthless blot on this earth. Allow me to eliminate him, and then you may all join our wonderful coven.”
I blinked and just refrained from rolling my eyes at this absurd suggestion. We had all escaped his wonderful coven, and now Reinhardt was trying to make it sound as though we would all be spared, even welcomed, if we would just betray our beloved prince.
“Julius? He’s dead, isn’t he?” I asked, sounding sad. “We managed to get free of our prison in the mansion, and we have been roaming the highways ever since, looking for a place to call home again.” I shook my head, slumping my shoulders dejectedly. “Nobody knows how painful it is to lose one’s sire. Julius was such a beloved prince. We miss him dearly.” I sighed as though weary.
