by Eros, Marata
Good for them, I thought sourly.
They kicked in the door that stood between them and the heated building, its large windows intersected with many panes of glass, jewel-like in the moonlight which pierced their dirty surfaces.
They gathered tough woolen military blankets that smelled like they must have been from WWII at least. They lowered me into a cocoon of them and wrapped me up like a fragile parcel.
“Will she be well enough to travel tomorrow?” The one named Josiah asked Andrew.
He looked at me critically before responding, “I think that if she rests, then consumes some food, she will be well enough.”
I glanced down at my forearms, punctured as they were with the pockmarks of multiple fang piercings and wanted to cry. I looked like Swiss cheese.
Instead of crying, I let exhaustion take me and fell into an uneasy recuperative slumber.
Little did I know that as I slept, Cole came for me, scenting the blood droplets that had fallen as the others feasted on my blood.
His howl of rage never reached my deaf ears as I slept from exhaustion and blood loss, my forearms a throbbing burning rawness.
Cole's mouth snapped shut, the echoing of his bellow of rage still flinging its music around the space where they had discovered the trail.
Cole and Zach had found the blood trail which told them that Rachel and Holly were now in the hands of his fellow Reapers.
It also heralded the demise of Alexander.
A superb development.
But what enraged Cole was the scent of Holly and Rachel's blood everywhere.
Then there was the scarf that Holly always wore. Zach had it clutched in his big hands, pressing it against his face like a cat rubbing its scent along a favorite couch. His eyes were clenched tightly. “They took her blood at the neck,” his voice was low gravel tinged with despair.
A grave insult to violate the intimacy of a mated vampire spouse.
But they were not truly mated. Sexual intercourse was needed before that would truly happen with finality, bonded forever.
“Why did I not take her before they did?”
He was not talking kidnapping, Cole knew. He was talking about burying his cock and seed in the chosen Druid.
Cole shrugged, understanding exactly their complacency. They never thought it possible that Alexander could best them. If they could have just made it to Seattle. Then they would've disappeared within the folds of its concrete embrace and they would have been as invisible as needed.
Now, because of their disregard for the potential of the Druid women's capture, they were gone, like so much sand falling through fingers.
Cole picked up the silken shirt that had been Alexander's, the cufflinks falling to the ground at his feet, twinkling in the moonlight. He scooped them up, pocketing their weight.
Easy pawning.
Zach tucked the scarf in his pocket, so slight it hardly showed.
They nodded at each other and easily picked up the trail. With the slimmest hope, Cole believed it was possible that the Reapers did not know who followed them.
But knowing Rachel as he did, she might have used the threat of them as a way to prevent or postpone just what had occurred.
No matter, they fed on the women to run during the day. If they had traveled in a quad, then there were four Reapers.
Cole smiled grimly. They had just done away with worse odds. As they ran, Cole spoke to Zach in the high speech of their kind, heard only by a lone dog in the distance.
It howled at the unnaturalness of their speech, tucking its tail between its legs and burrowing into the safety of its den. One eye was kept on the dark terrain outside his kennel. The dog was hopeful that the dead creatures would not turn in his direction.
He slunk further inside his doghouse.
CHAPTER 4
I awoke naked and spreadeagled on the blankets I'd fallen asleep on.
A vampire loomed a each of the four corners of my body. I sucked in a lungful and was about to scream when a hand covered my mouth. I looked up into the eyes of the one that had first taken my blood and realized that they wanted more than the pound of blood they'd consumed.
I was thinking the pound of flesh hadn't been far off.
Muddled thoughts of Cole stirred in my mind, but Andrew was between my legs and the heat that mingled with their blood's call to mine wasn't something I could rationalize away. He saw that I had awoken and braced a forearm against my hips even as my panties had been torn off my body.
“Spread your legs, breeder,” Andrew growled.
I had enough resistance to attempt to close them even as he used large hands to push them apart. I gulped back a scream as Josiah captured the sound with his kiss. His tongue invaded my mouth, stabbing in and out the warm entrance, fucking it as I moaned against the invasion.
Andrew mirrored the dance of his tongue with his fingers, pushing one deep in my pussy, pulling it out, adding a second and generating a rhythm as if tailor-made for me. My breaths were coming in ragged gasps as he was bringing me closer.
I internally damned my biology. A biology that put me at risk to fuck any Reaper or breedable vampire that walked by.
One of the other vampires had my arms cranked above my head as my body was pushed and pulled subtly with the pumping of Andrew's fingers. Just as I thought I would blast an orgasm around his fingers he removed them and one of his foot soldiers took over. Instead of burying his fingers in my snatch, he put his tongue in me, sweeping it along my heated folds and alternately stabbing the warm, thick length of it inside my hot hole.
I couldn't help it, I spread my legs wider to give a vampire I'd never met before today greater access. He took it for the invitation is was and tore his pants open. His great cock sprung free of the trappings of his pants and seeing it like a great sword of flesh made me shiver in anticipation.
He lowered himself on me, hovering above my wet entrance even as my hips strained to meet his. He began to inch the blunt tip of his staff inside my wet pussy. He groaned with pleasure as the beginning of him entered me and I thrust my hips upward to meet each inch he slowly shoved into me. His girth was large and my pussy was having to stretch to accommodate him. But the pull of his cock as it sunk in and out was delicious. As he reached the end of my channel, I felt the bump of him at its end and I cried out as the pleasure nearly overwhelmed me.
Josiah came beside him and said, “How does the breeder feel wrapped around you?” he asked in a voice gone low with desire and barely masked lust.
The vampire above me grunted as he pounded his length inside me and ground out, “She fucks true, my friend. As you'll see soon enough.”
The vampires had let my arms go, satisfied to stand around me in a loose circle, while their comrade buried the flesh of his cock to the root inside me, my body sliding back and forth by the pounding.
I watched his shoulders bunch and flex as he buried himself in me and I spread my legs wider so he could get deeper penetration. He stabbed his length deep inside me one last time and shuddered his release. Hot seed filled my body, soaking my pussy, which throbbed its pleasure around his thick shaft, milking it of every last drop.
He pulled out, and Josiah took his place. Guiding his flesh inside mine, cum leaking out from its predecessor, he slid inside me in one long push. Both of us grunted with the impact, my pussy wet and ready to receive his cock.
He clenched his teeth, a flutter appearing in his jaw as he rocked inside me. “I will not last long, breeding you will be a pleasure,” he said as he lowered his lips on mine, giving me a feather's kiss that tweaked my mouth open. He braced one hand behind my head, holding his weight above me as he plunged inside me, the other hand buried in my hair, training my head in the direction he wanted it to be. His lips moved over mine with force now, even as his body entered mine. As he drew closer, he licked a long line against my bottom lip as he pumped his last into me. His hands left my hair to slap the floor beneath me. Josiah arched his back, our hips met, ma
rried deeply within each other's flesh.
Andrew hauled Josiah off roughly, his shaft, now soft from use and release, torn out like a fleshy plug.
“I have waited a long time to bury my flesh in a breeder.”
I came to my senses and squirmed onto all fours, trying to scramble away. His total attitude screamed ownership, devour, plunder and I was intimidated. I'd never screwed two men in a row and wasn't wanting to make it three. Especially not with him.
He grasped my hips from behind and jerking me against him, plunged a cock so huge into me that I gasped, the pleasure bordering pain.
“Oh yes... she feels... perfect,” he grunted as he forced himself into my dripping pussy.
Wet with the cum of others.
The more I tried to get away the harder he held my hips, pushing his engorged cock deep inside of me.
“Hold still breeder, just a few more strokes of my prick inside your ready pussy and I will sink my fangs into you.”
I really tried to move then and he plunged harder, my pussy making a sucking sound around his cock. The tight, wet hole, clinging to his prick as it rode me.
“Now, you will be mine!” he shouted as his release shot up into my womb, the entrance sucking up all the seed he spurted out of his cock as he sank his fangs into the soft flesh of my neck. His body arched above mine, his dick still pumping, my hips rising against my will, spreading and thrusting against him.
His throat convulsed as he took my blood even as he sprayed his cum into my snatch.
Andrew pulled out of me and pushed my head to the floor, my ass and pussy primed in the air, cum leaking down my inner thighs. He slapped my ass with a stinging softness that made me moan. I hadn't wanted to take pleasure in the fucking but it felt so natural for the Reapers to fuck me.
Even as the next one moved into position behind my cunt I spread my legs wider. He found my entrance quickly and slammed his dick all the way inside me. This one spared me nothing, finding my hole wet with others' seed, he plowed into my pussy, pumping ferociously. Using his vampire speed he slid in and out, rubbing deliciously over that spot up high that would give me what I needed.
“Is she coming?” I heard one of the Reapers ask.
“Not... yet!” the one that I couldn't see threw out through teeth that were clamped together. He was working his control to get as much fucking of my wet pussy as he could before his release.
His dick moved inside me in a blur and as his shaft hardened, my womb opened and my throbbing pussy clenched around his cock, inviting his release in an undeniable need.
“Oh God!” he yelled and poured all the cum he'd been holding back inside me. He shoved my head down with a massive hand on my neck and held me still as he continued to pump his cock inside me.
I moaned in pleasure as that fourth cock left my throbbing hole.
I flipped over on my back and waited for any others, my pussy a burning mass of heat and desire.
I felt like a bitch in heat as I lay there, legs spread, my glistening and well-used hole open for more.
*
“Rachel, Rachel! Wake up!”
I opened my eyes and gazed into Holly's worried eyes.
My pussy was still throbbing.
From the dream.
That whole thing had been an erotic nightmare.
It had been tasteable; it felt so real.
I threw a forearm over my eyes, confused and relieved at the same time. It had seemed so real. I opened my eyes again and looked at the healing evidence of fangs and wondered about side effects.
Maybe they took my blood and then... I didn't know.
Holly searched my eyes. “You were moaning in your sleep. They wanted me to check on you first, so you wouldn't freak out.”
Right, not freaking out here. Just had the biggest orgasm of my life in my sleep but wasn't touched.
I sat up, looking at my surroundings in the daylight. Blinking several times my eyes met those of Andrew's and he smirked.
He totally knew.
I got to my feet, feeling lightheaded from the blood that was taken and the residual effects of coming eighty times. I stalked over to Andrew and I said, “What did you do to me?” I stabbed my finger into his muscular chest to emphasize my words and he captured it, bringing it to his mouth, kissing it softly. “Nothing you did not wish done, breeder.”
“Bullshit!” I jerked my hand away and he laughed. “What... you come in and rape me in my dreams? Is that what this is about?”
His face became carefully neutral. “It is only one benefit of the blood share. We have taken of your blood. For a few days now, we may walk in the day, glory in the heat of the sun upon our skin. And, we have access to your mind while you are not conscious.” His eyes held mine. “You begrudge us the encounter that we had with you?”
No. “Hell yes!” I said. It didn't really matter that I'd ended up having some of the hottest sex of my life. If it had not been for being Druid, would I have allowed it? My thoughts turned to Michelle, my friend that had been a lover of casual sex. Was I like that now? I didn't think I had come around to that mindset so quickly. But this biology. The biology of being Druid, was a sexual magnet to the Reapers.
Then there was Cole.
I was sure he was the one I was destined to be with. Once mated, I wouldn't be sexual fodder for the masses. I straightened my spine. “That was exploiting me. You want to use us as breeders for your offspring? You said you 'saved us' from Alexander?” My voice dropped to a whisper, being vampire, he didn't even strain to hear. “You just traded one bad behavior for another.” My eyes searched the burgundy irises of his. “Fine. You've proven that I can't resist the pull of our blood.”
Andrew's brows rose in surprise.
I continued, “But all you did was play your hand, force it. Have some damn self-pride and conquer us the right way. Don't use...”
“Trickery?” Josiah said with a grin.
I nodded. “Yeah, that'll do.”
Holly walked up beside me, looking like she had measles on her arms too.
“Duly noted,” Andrew said. “We will not... indispose you in the future.” His voice became intense, “but know this, we will have you, all of us, and you will welcome it.”
I didn't say anything but I think my face conveyed what my silence did not: fat chance.
CHAPTER 5
Cole watched with anger as the bloody orb of the sun sunk beneath the horizon, low already because of the season.
He knew not where Rachel was, but was convinced that the ones who had her had consumed her blood. They were daywalkers now. Not for long, no. But, they had lead time that he and Zach did not enjoy. Cole swore softly, beating his fist into his open palm.
Zach swung his face to Cole's. “They have partaken of Holly's blood,” he said, seething. His face was a mask of rage and Cole clapped him on his back.
“They are Reapers, Zach. With Alexander gone, they will hold to the regime.”
Zach looked at Cole. “That is what worries me. The rogue hold to one mate for one vampire. Your kiss practices multi-partner matings.”
Cole sighed. “It has been the way of it for many years. However,” he pegged Zach with his intense stare, “in this case, there can only be two mates to the exclusion of all others. She will consummate with two. The key is to reach the Druids before they have executed this.”
“Do they not wish to abide by the ritual?”
Cole's face took on a grim look. “That is the way. But, in the presence of pure Druids, for the length of journey back to our coven...” Cole spread his hands wide. “They would have to master a level of self-restraint that may be impossible. Think back on the challenge of it with the women when they were with us. Even with all the running, we still wanted them.”
Zach thought about tiny Holly. A body made to fuck his. His hands shook with the need to bury himself inside her. In all her virginal splendor. Untried, but for him. Soon, he promised himself. Somehow he held out hope that the Reapers would
leave her as she be, that only her blood would be consumed to bind and aide them in their travel back to their home coven.
But there was no guarantee.
They readied themselves for pursuit.
Yet again.
*
Holly and I clung together as we entered a boisterously loud and filthy tavern with one of the Reapers. The patrons yelled at each other, swinging full and frosted mugs of ale around to punctuate the points of their conversation. Holly looked shell-shocked but I knew she hadn't been subjected to the Reapers brand of illicit entertainment while she dozed. Oh-no. They intuited that she might be damaged from such treatment.
Or so I hoped.
I was not so sure that I hadn't been. I shook it off, looking for a server in the dim corners of the establishment. No one.
I was literally starving to death, remembering my conversation with Josiah.
“You will eat, if we have to force feed you. You have given blood and will now need to replenish it with human sustenance.”
No shit, I thought uncharitably.
So here I was, with Holly the nineteen-year old who needed babysitting, tagging along. I was grumping because of the gnawing in my body and the uneasy sexual union that had been breached. And of course, my personal favorite, the future of being their prize breeding stock.
No pressure.
The Reaper, whose name was Elias, indicated for us to sit down in the booth. I slid in and turned immediately to look out the grimy window, all four corners shadowed with the nicotine of years of smoking but allowed no longer. Only the filth remained to tell the history.
I looked away from the blackness of the night revealed outside. I was so tired my body ached and Holly's head lay against my shoulder, her hand in mine.
A waitress approached the table, chewing the cud of her gum like a cow. The corner of Elias' mouth turned up. I could almost hear what he was thinking. The Reapers were such an amusing group. Not.
