“Roger was just leaving. He’s not feeling well.”
Aaron pegged Roger with a look. Roger quickly nodded in agreement. He slid his arm around around Roger’s shoulders, smiling, wiping the bodily fluids off his hand on the back of Roger’s shirt. Everything’s just peachy here. No death and dismemberment. No problems.
Kino didn’t look like he was fooled by the false camaraderie, but he let it be.
Aaron whispered in Roger’s ear, “You’re leaving now, and for your sake let’s hope we never meet again.” Roger shied away from him, limping off towards the exit.
He turned to Anastasia, digging through her head to see what kind of new emotional fallout the situation had created. She was conflicted. She wanted to be rid of Roger, wanted to see him punished. At the same time she didn’t want him maimed. Though she’d been frustrated enough to scream, in the end she felt sorry for Roger. In her pity she prayed Aaron wouldn’t hurt him too bad.
She let out her breath in whoosh of relief as she watched Roger’s backside walk away. Disaster had been averted. Her love and respect for Aaron grew immeasurably by his show of restraint.
Kino seemed glad to see the problem resolved. He pointed an index finger at Aaron. “Remind me not to fuck with you. Ever.”
“No problemo senor Kino. It’s all good.” Another gleaming ‘Crown Prince’ smile.
“Okaaay … did you need anything else?” Kino asked.
They both shook their heads in unison.
“Let me know if you need anything, and relax, have some fun. Live a little.”
Kino walked away shaking his head. Aaron scanned after him to find out how much he’d actually witnessed. Kino wondered to himself if what he’d seen wasn’t a trick of the lighting. That handsome smooth young man had looked like something wholly inhuman for a split-second, and it seemed surreal. He wondered if maybe he should lay off the cocaine for a few days, he was starting to have hallucinations.
Aaron and Ana made their way near Michelle who was feeding from yet another athlete. She had hit paydirt with a local semipro football team in an after-game celebration.
He buzzed her. “Is everything okay?”
“Oui, I would ask the same. Your problème is resolved?”
He nodded curtly.
“The women, they are always like this! Essuyer les plâtres!” Something about dealing with the problems of teething.
“Whatever.” Satisfied, he moved on.
He and Ana made their way back into the mix on the dance floor seeking a new target.
They targeted a large girl who stood above the crowd, a big-boned bohemian woman dancing with two girlfriends. She looked nice and healthy, ready to be tapped for at least half a liter. They danced and weaved their way into proximity of the target. As they slid up on the Bohemian, the girl took an instant liking to Ana. She rubbed her ass on Ana’s belly, spooned up on her. He slipped in to sandwich her from the front, maintaining his entrancing gaze.
With her height, her neck lined up perfectly to his mouth––as though she was made to be bitten. He struck quickly, guzzling down all that juicy goodness pumped out by her strong heart. She reacted, grinding all over Anastasia. Sunk deep into the woman’s mind while feeding, he felt when Ana went for a handful of fun. With her hand up the bohemian’s skirt, underwear slid aside, Ana plunged in with two fingers. What a perfect pet. Ana had already learned her place in the feeding game.
“Ooh yes! Yes!”” The woman came hard––twice over––wetting her thighs and Ana’s hand.
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Chapter 13
Upon returning to the hotel Aaron ordered a full meal with orange juice and champagne for their beautiful pet. She ate her fill and downed two glasses of Cristal silently as she brooded on the confrontation with Roger.
“Hey girl what’s up? Talk to me.” He held her chin in hand, looking into her wonderfully expressive deep blue eyes. She knew he rifled through her thoughts. She couldn’t hide her fears from him.
“I’m fine, nothing’s wrong.” She shook her head and tried to look away with her denial. As if not looking at him could somehow keep him out of her head.
“Talk to me. I already know what’s bothering you. We need to get it out in the open.” He kissed her, and she closed her eyes and nodded in agreement.
“What Roger said … about me … do you think it’s true?” She looked up at him with eyes full of heart-wrenching sadness. She asked a question that was potentially devastating in its answer. If Aaron and Michelle abandoned her based on Roger’s lies she knew she’d be dead within 24 hours. If she didn’t die of a drug overdose, she’d probably kill herself from the depression.
“Ana listen to me carefully. I don’t believe a word of his bullshit. Not. One. Word. I know things seem to have moved too fast between us, and that might be suspicious to someone else. But not to me. I see you Ana. The real you. What we have between us is the real thing. It always has been from the start. From the first moment we met.” He smiled, caressing her face with his fingertips. She smiled back but the fear and insecurity was still strong.
“What about the money? I mean, you know I don’t have any money. I don’t even have a job right now, but I could get one. I can earn enough to pay some rent and my own expenses. You don’t have to buy me clothes, I have my own clothes. I have an apartment and a roommate …”
Tears streamed down her face. Money had always been a problem for her. She’d worked as a stripper years back and more recently as a cocktail waitress. She’d even sold her body when all else failed. She hated the idea they might think she used them for money.
“Anastasia, my beautiful Anastasia, come here.” He enveloped her in his embrace, soothing her by touch. “Money is not an issue. We need you here with us. I need you here. You don’t need a job. I want you close at hand always. Stop worrying about all this bullshit from Roger. Your fear is creating problems that don’t exist.” She felt Aaron there in her mind, a sense of calm and acceptance radiating off him. He was somehow tethered to her psychically. It must have happened from all the times he’d bitten her.
Michelle joined them in a group hug. “Listen to me, this morceau de merde, Roger, he is nothing. Don’t think of this anymore. We need you with us always. There will be no more questions. You belong here. Aaron has all the money we need. I have money. This will never be a problème.”
Though they never said, it occurred to her that Aaron and Michelle must share a psychic connection of some kind. Michelle always knew things he knew, unspoken things. It put a smile on her face to be loved and accepted by such amazing creatures. They held her till the insecurities drifted away, dissolved by affection.
She kissed them both. “Thank you so much. I’m the luckiest girl alive to be here with you.”
They exchanged one of those silent communication looks. They are talking to each other right now, about me.
Michelle stood up from the bed and grabbed a tumbler glass from the wetbar. She turned and gave Aaron that look. He sighed and stood up, resigned to whatever it was she wanted from him.
Ana helped herself to more Cristal, fascinated by the procedure Michelle demonstrated to Aaron. Michelle held the tumbler glass up underneath Aaron’s upper jaw.
“Visualize the feeding. Focus on your hunger. How good it would be to bite me right now.”
As Michelle spoke, Aaron’s upper canines elongated into wicked little points, hanging just barely over the lip of the glass. After a couple seconds, a clear fluid trickled down into the tumbler glass, liquid magic. Colorless, tasteless, odorless, but magic nonetheless. Pure venom, the most potent drug she had ever known, and that was saying a lot. She’d done it all, coke, heroin, acid, exstasy, benzos, oxys, Xanax. There wasn’t a commonly abused substance out there she hadn’t tried multiple times. His bite had them all beat by a mile. That glass with its little dribble of clear liquid was the only thing that could abate her withdrawal symptoms until they awoke at sunset. Nothing else could truly replace his venom.
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A couple minutes passed in awkward silence, Aaron’s jaw opened inhumanly wide, fangs fully extended, while Michelle held the cup to collect his nectar of the gods. When she felt there was enough she set the cup down and extracted the fluid into a one cc syringe they had bought at the Walgreen’s down the street in a diabetic kit. Michelle sealed the liquid magic up in the kit and put it away for tomorrow.
They all bathed together, teasing and playing with slippery soapy caresses. They tumbled into bed nude and squeaky clean, smelling of strawberry kiwi bubble bath. Ana crawled atop Aaron, calling out enthusiastically. “Me first.”
He snickered, “I need to work off some aggression girlfriend. I’m not really able to do that without hurting you. You understand, don’t you princess?”
She pegged him with her disappointed-child look, as though deprived of ice-cream before bedtime. “Why are calling me princess?” She asked with her face scrunched up.
“Because you’re our gypsy princess, our Snow White. What do you think? Doesn’t she look like Snow White?” He asked Michelle.
“Oui, the eyes, and that beautiful black hair.” Michelle teased by reaching down between her legs to twirl her fingers into Ana’s jet black pubic curls, stroking her sensitive folds playfully.
She sighed in pleasure, but she wasn’t distracted so easily. She pinned Aaron with her crystal blue puppy dog eyes, the accusation hanging unspoken.
“Don’t look at me that way! We’re still gonna have fun, but we have to be a little more careful … okay?”
She agreed quietly, nodding assent. She tried to redirect her thoughts away from the dark need that arose, the need for punishment. It became difficult to think of anything else as she lay there staring at his fully engorged erection.
Michelle smiled wide at Aaron, something silent shared between them. “Oh, that will be perfect!”
* * * *
Michelle took action by rolling over atop Aaron and took him whole in her mouth. His unusually strong hands lifted Ana into position straddling his face, her warm satin folds settled down onto his waiting tongue.
“Oh yeah. Mmm, yes!” She squealed and rubbed down into his face, working with his tongue. She gritted her teeth, humping his face with all the concentration she could muster.
She glanced back over her shoulder, momentarily distracted by Michelle’s freaky long tongue in action. Michelle slurped and licked up and down the length of him. The girl could probably tie shoelaces with that thing.
Aaron growled into Ana’s flesh, thrashing around. He devoured her like a starving man, lips, teeth and tongue going at it. Michelle had worked him into a fit.
“That’s it! Don’t stop!” Ana begged Aaron as he pulled her hips down. “That’s it! Yes!” She started to peak.
Suddenly Michelle hopped up and executed one of her inhumanly perfect moves, sinking down to squat into full penetration atop Aaron’s cock.
“Ugh. J'aime monter à cheval!” She liked to ride.
She ground her pelvis hard, happily impaled with a series of grunts and groans. “Oui! Oui! Oui!”
Michelle ground, pounded, and hunched into it, working all that meaty length with every ounce of strength and intensity she had. She worked out his aggressions and a few of her own, growling and grunting like an animal in heat. In his excitement he grabbed Ana’s thighs, pulling her down tight, shoving her wet sex hard against his lips and teeth.
“Oh shit! Yes!” Ana squealed with delight, grinding her hips harder and faster, midway through her orgasm.
He thrust up into Michelle as she bounced and pounded him, an award-winning porn star performance. She clawed at his chest hitting her peak. “Oui Aaron! Don’t stop damnit! Don’t stop!”
Awash in her orgasm, Michelle bit the nearest target, Anastasia’s plump juicy ass.
Ana screamed her explosive orgasm, hitting full release with Michelle’s venom streaming through her body. With Ana bellowing out her climax at the top of her lungs, he could no longer fight off his instinct to bite. He turned his head sideways and chomped down on Ana’s inner thigh, drinking down her ecstasy and blood.
Ana hit peak after peak after peak, writhing and screaming with tears of joy. The entrapment of their steely grips and razor fangs triggered another panic response. She squirmed and fought, trying her best to crawl away. No matter how hard she fought, she couldn’t get loose until they released her.
Finally freed of their clutches, she convulsed, cried and shuddered as she came again and again. She tried to crawl away, but simply couldn’t function.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god.”
They tried to sooth her, holding her gently, calming her panic.
Heaving, breathing in gasps, she moaned, “I think … I died … and … went to heaven.”
She lay there slobbering and whimpering, her hips still convulsing involuntarily. After a moment she came to her senses and smiled a lazy drugged grin. It was all good. Maybe a little too intense, a little too freaky, but very good. Just enough abuse to hit all her punishment buttons. Just the way she wanted it.
* * * *
Seeing Ana’s glazed smile, assured she was okay, he slid atop Michelle.
“Now it’s my turn!” He growled as he trapped her legs over his shoulders and slid it in to the hilt.
“Je t’ aime Aaron!” She professed her love, in that husky French, pushing him to new heights of arousal.
With his master beneath him, utterly exposed and vulnerable, he took full advantage of her, pounding into her pelvis with abandon. He bit her breasts and neck as he pummeled her soaking wet entry with a painfully wonderful strength. Ana had brought out the inner beast with her dark desires and victim-food-prey fear reactions. It was a subconscious trigger for the predator, driving him to act out Ana’s desires on the only person who could survive such treatment.
“Ah! Ah! Eee! Oouuuiii!”
She screamed with inhuman tones as he hit home harder and faster than any feeble-bodied man could ever give it to her. She curled up between her legs in a contortionist’s snake-bite, latching onto his shoulder while he continued his super human thrusts. He actually hurt her, bashing into her sex enthusiastically, but she’d recover quickly. By tomorrow night Michelle would be right as ready, sore, but good to go for another round.
He roared in release, collapsing atop Michelle who embraced him quivering and moaning. He meshed into her mind, feeling all that wonderful love pouring over him like a soothing warm shower. She was hurting, but loved every painful minute of it. Kramer could never do this to her, no man could make love to her like Aaron. For that and many more reasons, she loved him like she’d never loved any other.
He looked over to catch Ana smiling at them, a whole new pile of love and affection just waiting for him.
She gushed, “I love you guys so much. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”
After catching his breath for a moment, he pulled Ana in tight. They curled around their abused pet as she fell asleep. They were an inseparable tangle of limbs sleeping soundly as the sun came over the horizon for the new day.
* * * *
Bright and early, Kramer dialed Demarco’s number from his cellular contact list.
Demarco answered, “Hola Senor Kramer, and how was your dinner last night?” His voice betrayed an uncommon level of anticipation.
“It’s complicated, but we’ll have things under control by tonight. Why don’t you come over to my office at about one o’clock. We need to discuss how we’re gonna handle this. I’d like you to see the security footage from last night. I think you’ll find it interesting.”
“Okay … so we’re gonna have both of them tonight? You’re okay with letting me handle the punk?”
Kramer admitted, “Yes, I think I’ll have to concede to you on this one. Your instincts were right on the money. We have to deal with him, and it looks like your way is probably the best way.”
“I really want to say I told you so, but I won’t.” He could hear the smile
on Demarco’s face in his voice. “So … how many guys will I need?”
“I’ll leave that up to you, but I’d say at least two men, and … well you’ll see when I show you the recordings. But hey, this has to come off clean. I don’t want this interfering with our business tomorrow night. I just spoke with JC, and he confirmed we’re on for tomorrow.”
“Yeah, yeah … we’ll talk about it when I get there. Listen, I’ve got Oso, and I can bring Miguel, the new guy, you’ve met him before?”
“Ahh yes, I have. He’s the body builder right?”
“That’s the one.”
“Okay good, see you soon.” Kramer hung up the phone, wondering if it was a mistake to get involved in Demarco’s vendetta. Then he recalled the encounter with Aaron outside his hotel room. Two security guards down and out, both collecting sick pay, and the marine still in the hospital. And then there was Michelle. I definitely need to hit that a few more times. But if he was to have her on his terms, Aaron Pilan needed to be removed from the equation somehow. Might as well let Demarco handle it.
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Chapter 14
Anastasia awoke to a parched dry thirst and a splitting headache. She was horribly dehydrated and anemic from low blood volume. She fought to untangle herself from her lovers’ tightly cocooned embrace of naked limbs. Their lovingly entwined intimacy gave her the warm and fuzzies, but nature called. How wonderful, I can’t escape, they’ve got me trapped. I’m gonna piss the bed.
After several feebly ridiculous attempts, she flipped, flopped, and tumbled off the bed. The onset of a pounding headache ruined her lovely cherished feeling. She dragged herself off the floor to drain a bottle of water and a glass of orange juice before hitting the restroom. She’d hoped the fluids would chase off her headache, but it intensified. She felt drawn back to the bed, back to them. She needed them like an infant needs its mother, like a dying man needs a priest. Ana kept glancing back at her naked lovers who seemed dead to the world.
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