“Eat,” she said softly.
His fingers went out and found the fork. He poked it into the meat and stuffed it into his mouth. He swallowed hard, his eyes never leaving her face. The firelight and candle flames lit her features but did not warm them, or lend any color to the almost translucent pallor of her face.
She was real! His heart tumble din his chest. She was not one of the many he had met over the years: the women who drank blood and had fangs affixed by their dentists. Elena was real!
“Where are you from?”
She smiled, “I came a long way to be here at this hotel.”
“I did too. I’m from Chicago. I was born and raised there.”
“Chicago.”
In her mouth the word took on an exotic ring. “How nice.”
“Have you ever been there?”
“Perhaps. Have more wine.”
He did as she said. She could make him do whatever she wanted just by ordering him to in her satiny and husky voice.
Time had stopped, or had it? He began to fear that it was drawing down to dawn far too quickly. He risked a glance at the windows and she said, “There is plenty of time George, here at the Hotel Nyx your satisfaction is guaranteed. You will get what you came for.”
He blushed. “Can you read my mind?’
Her tongue came out. She licked, sensually and slowly, the right fang. His eyes riveted to that pink triangle of tongue and the white canine gleaming below it. “George, I can do everything you imagine I can do. I am a vampire, not a false blood drinker. I am here for your pleasure and your pain, and I will see to it that you get both.”
He felt his tension melt away. He believed her, he wanted to believe her. Elena said, “Are you finished eating now?”
“Yes.”
“Come join me.” She stood and walked away, glided away and he hastened to follow. She walked out of the first room to a second room. Like the others the walls were stone as was the floor. It was cooler in there than in the living room, which had been cool as well. There was more curtains opened to the night and he looked out at the darkness which was not quite as black as her beautiful hair.
She gestured to a long low chaise and he sat. His hands twisted together in his lap as Elena sat beside him. Her skin radiated a chill and he basked in it, leaned into it.
“Look at me George.”
Her words compelled him. He looked right at her, into her lucent and lambent eyes. Her red, red mouth parted and she leaned into him. His mouth met hers. Immediately all the heat in his body disappeared into her. His breath caught as her tongue found his and then probed every crevasse of his mouth. His tongue found her fangs and licked them. His hands moved up and tangled into her coarse lustrous hair. That smell of dark roses came back, heady and exotic.
Her hands went to his throat. She squeezed slightly and he gasped, his air constricted and then came back as she released his throat and drew back, breaking off the kiss. She shrugged off her robe, revealing her breasts. They were very full, and her nipples were as dark and ripe as cherries.
She stood and the robe fell to her bare feet. The dark triangle at the apex at her thighs drew his eyes. There were a few creamy white drops gathered near her labia, an indication that she was as turned on as he was.
George shook slightly when she said, “Take off your clothes.”
He did, disrobing so quickly that his clothes fell onto the floor in little piles. She yanked his arm so that he was beside her again on the chaise. She straddled him, her hair swinging over her alabaster shoulders. Her nipples brushed against his lips and he opened his mouth, taking one of the icy and erect crests into his mouth. His tongue moved around that peak, her head tipped backward and she lifted her body so that she could scratch his thighs with her long crimson tipped nails.
Shudders rolled through his body. Her teeth grazed his neck again. More chills went through him but a heat such as he had never known filled him as well.
Her right hand captured both of his and held them above his head. Her eyes bored into his. Her left hand moved to his neck and she raked a nail down that flesh. Blood ran from the slight wound and she dipped her head to it, her tongue licking out like a cat’s as she neatly licked that spill away.
The scent of his blood filled the room: iron and copper mixed with a heated scent he could not explain. Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment and then opened again. More blood came from the wound but she ignored it.
She moved her body again. Her head rested on his thighs, her nails raked deeply against the skin there. Little runnels of blood appeared and she licked them away, stopping the flow. His hands clenched into fists as her mouth moved to his prick. She took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling along the head and her throat opening to take his engorged length.
Her mouth was cool and the sensations that it caused were incredible, just as he had known that they would be. His cock throbbed every time she lifted her head, leaving his cock shimmering with her saliva.
The pressure and friction of her mouth coupled with the occasional scratch and the licking of his blood from his thighs sent him spiraling into ecstasy. Her fingers cupped his testicles, lifted them, and stroked them then her tongue flickered across them, making them lift and tighten.
Her tongue went back to the head of his cock; she found the sensitive spot at the junction of head and shaft and manipulated it with her tongue. Her hand went to his shaft and she began to pump her mouth and fist faster. George dragged in a long breath, hoping to stave off the orgasm that was rising but she stopped in the nick of time.
His cock came out of her mouth with a wet pop and he groaned in frustration and relief. Elena moved up so that she was once again straddling him. Her nipples bumped against his mouth once more and he lifted his hands; caressing her firm flesh eagerly as his tongue and lips went back to her nipples.
She lowered her hips. Her wet and willing depths opened for him, took his swollen and thick cock into them. Her walls clenched around him, squeezed his cock roughly and he moaned, his hands cupping her firm tight ass cheeks.
She rode him hard, impaling herself with his wide and heavy rod. Her teeth went to his neck and he cried out as he felt them pierce his skin. An agonizing pain sank into his body. His eyes bolted open but then the pain was gone, replaced by the pleasure her pussy was bringing to him.
The sucking sounds were sexy, they sounded out as loudly as the sounds their bodies made as they met and parted. His fingers went limp and fell away from her ass. Her fangs went deeper. The smell of his blood became thicker, richer.
His heart beat slowed but hic cock still had plenty of blood in it. He arched his hips up, penetrating Elena even further. Her fingers ran up and down his chest and his thighs quivered as he began to come in long hard pulses, sending creamy bursts of come into her body.
He felt her walls tighten and clench. And her fangs slid just a bit deeper then withdrew. Blood gleamed on her mouth and teeth as she tossed her head back, her eyes closing as she came.
The cries that he made were lost in her roars. His cock remained thick and hard despite the orgasm and she kept moving, her walls clenching a releasing to keep his cock standing erect.
The blood ran down his neck. His eyes drifted closed as sensations enveloped him. His neck ached and throbbed and his heartbeat slowed again even as he gave one final thrust upward with his hips and a smaller but no less intense orgasm rolled through him, splashing more of his seed into her wet and tight inner folds.
Elena collapsed on top of him. He breathed slowly, trying to force his eyes open but he was tired…so tired.
Fear set in. Had she drained him dry? Was he going to die now? His eyes did flutter open but she whispered, “Sleep,” into his ear and his head lolled to the side as he followed her command.
Chapter Two
George stirred. The sound of birds singing met his ears and he pried his eyes open. His neck hurt but when he lifted his fingers, he found no blood there. Sunlight shaded the floor to a
bright lemon hued color and the curtains fluttered in a fresh little breeze that smelled slightly like the sea that the hotel sat near.
He looked down, the scratches on his thighs were already healed, and only faint white lines remained where she had scratched him open in order to drink his blood.
Where was she?
He got up slowly form the chaise. His entire body was sore and there were sticky, dried fluids on his upper thighs. He saw a mirror and staggered toward it. He looked at his reflection carefully.
He was paler than usual. There was dark stubble along his jaw line and dark circles under his eyes. He tilted his head to see two tiny, already closing punctures on his neck. He pressed on them and a tiny drop of blood swelled and beaded. He wiped it away with his thumb and turned to see his clothes lying neatly folded on a chair pulled up close to a small table on which sat a plate and a carafe of coffee.
He stumbled toward it. He needed sustenance and he knew it. The food he had eaten the night before had left a bitter and salty taste in his mouth, the taste of blood. He lifted the cover to see scrambled eggs and bacon cooked crisp. He crammed the bacon into his mouth and drank a cup of coffee liberally loaded with cream and sugar. The eggs turned his stomach so he left them untouched.
George put his clothes on and then he began to walk through the suite. It was larger than he had imagined it might be and it was in one dim room whose curtains were tightly drawn against the sun that he found Elena.
The coffin was sleek and polished, the hinges gleaming gold. He ran his fingers over the rosewood, sensing its age. He lifted the lid gently, reverently. Elena lay within. She was nude, her nipples loose and a dark pink that made his body respond to the sight with a hard pulse.
The thick thatch of hair between her legs had fluids tangled into it and there was blood at the corners of her mouth. George had never seen anything so exciting and he put out a hand to touch her body, to simply make sure that she was real and not a waxen effigy but just then someone cleared their throat behind him.
“Good morning George.”
He turned to see Annalise in the doorway. Today she wore a plain white shift of cream-colored knit jersey. It clung to her body, revealing the swell of her curves and the cross swinging across her breasts.
“Good morning.” He stepped away from the coffin with real regret.
“I see you survived.”
“Yes, I did.”
“That is because you didn't want to die at her hands.”
He knew that, but he wondered, briefly, what it would have been like for her to drain him dry. “No, I only wanted to know what it was like to be really bitten.”
“Are you satisfied?”
“Yes,” he said and grinned, “Absolutely.”
“Good. If you will come with me please. Your night is over, and I am here to take you back down to the lobby.”
George nodded. “Thank you Annalise, and please thank Elena for me as well.”
“I will,” Annalise said as she walked him through the door of the Bloodthirsty Suite and down the hallway to the elevator.
George asked, “Has she ever…ever…”
“Turned a guest?”
“Yes.”
Annalise said, “No, George. That is quite against the rules.”
The elevator door opened and the lobby beckoned. George asked, “Yes but what if that was my fantasy?”
To Be Continued…
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Chapter One
Shayne was no stranger to sex, and she’d gotten her fill in a number of unusual and scandalous locations. But the way she felt right now, after that experience on the Ferris wheel with Ethan, her mind was blown. It had been amazing, and her orgasm still had the ends of her hair tingling. Her scalp felt like it crawled with electricity, and her whole body buzzed and shivered with heat and cold all at the same time.
She’d intended to keep walking around with Ethan for a while, enjoying the moral support of not being here alone. She wasn’t exactly codependent. In fact, she did almost everything as a loner. But this sort of Thrill Park was a little different. Most of the people here seemed to be traveling in groups or at least pairs, and Shayne didn’t always do so well in new places anyway. She hadn’t liked the idea of facing it alone.
But Ethan hadn’t seemed to be holding up so well, either, and while Shayne thought that she should keep moving to get herself together, he’d obviously needed to stop and breathe. So, she’d left him behind and was wandering aimlessly with her head in the clouds and her thoughts just as foggy. She wasn’t even really considering the attractions she passed at this point, or the revelers in line or coming out of them.
She was amazed by what a truly unique experience could do to a person. Shayne wouldn’t have believed a simple ride could be life altering, and right now, she thought maybe she’d never be the same. Then again, maybe she was just being melodramatic due to the raging enthusiasm and hormonal adrenaline rushing through her system. She didn’t tend toward being over the top, but there were first times for everything, as she’d just proven to herself.
She came to an intersection in the roads through the amusement park, and she stood there, wondering which direction to turn. To her surprise, she found Tyler walking toward her from the left, and she smiled at him. He looked excited and far more relaxed than she’d ever seen him. “Well, don’t you look like the cat that got the cream?” she asked him playfully.
He blushed and smiled shyly. “You have no idea. You look pretty pleased yourself.”
For some reason, Shayne didn’t want to sound overly enthusiastic, so she tried to blow off her excitement with a shrug. “You know, I’m pretty happy with this place. I…” She trailed off as she pointed a thumb back over her shoulder. She knew she was blushing now, and she couldn’t finish her statement. It wasn’t fair to Ethan to talk about it, and she wasn’t sure she could put it into words if she tried. “Okay, anyway, uh, you want to see what else we can find? Maybe we can get in a little trouble together. I don’t want to do everything alone here tonight.” She poked him in the chest playfully, trying to make light of her words. She didn’t want to seem needy, but he’d come along at just the right time.
He seemed hesitant and assessed her. Tyler was a shy guy, and that wasn’t Shayne’s type, but whatever he’d been through tonight had him flushed and his eyes twinkling as his sandy blond-brown hair tussled in the breeze. It was the sexy-shy quality that got her blood pumping, and Shayne was delighted when he finally held out a hand in offering. She took it, and he told her, “I guess we could find something interesting to do to pass some time together.” He grinned broadly, and she followed him down the path in the direction he’d been going.
“Have you run into anyone else yet?” Tyler asked as they strolled along.
Shayne hesitated. She was usually a great conversationalist, and she always had something witty to say, but at the moment, she was at a loss for words. She didn’t want to tell Tyler she’d been with Ethan until a few moments ago. “No, I’m assuming they’re all tied up, some of them literally.” That was better – a joke with a modicum of truth. She hadn’t actually run into Ethan anyway.
He laughed heartily. “I saw a torture chamber attraction back there. I’m sure they do that here. Tying up and all, that is.” His smile faded, and Shayne wondered exactly what sort of experience he’d had. “It seemed a little frightening to me, but I’m not exactly adventurous.”
“To be honest, I was surprised to see you came,” Shayne admitted. “I don’t know you very well, but you don’t strike me as the type for a carnival of sex.”
He blushed again. “Well, I thought I’d try something new, sort of broaden my horizons. I have some social ineptitude, and I figured, if I can’t get over them here, I’m never going to fit in anywhere.” Meeting her gaze now, he said, “It’s not so much that I’m surprised to see you here as it is that…” He t
railed off and looked embarrassed, and Shayne realized what he was trying not to say.
“I get it. I have a bit of a reputation, and you didn’t think I’d have a particular need for this sort of thrill.” She knew a lot of people thought she was slutty. She wasn’t; she was just openly sexual and didn’t make apologies for it. She didn’t have the vast amount of experience some gave her credit for, and she wasn’t completely indiscriminate in her choice of partners. She just liked to express herself. “I’m a hippie child, I guess,” she said by way of explanation. “I believe in free love, just not promiscuity. And to set the record straight, even I haven’t dabbled in some of these wild ideas.”
“I didn’t mean to insinuate I thought you were, you know, a slut or anything,” he apologized, somewhat frantically.
“I know. It’s alright, I get it.” She pointed to the fortune teller’s booth she’d seen earlier with Ethan. “What do you think she does?”
Tyler smirked. “I don’t know, but if she just tells me about sex I’ll have in the future, I’ll pass. I don’t need her imagination for that.”
Shayne laughed. She’d never considered that Tyler might have a sense of humor. “I was thinking maybe she reads palms or scalps or something so well she can give you an orgasm doing it. Or maybe she’s telekinetic and can give you an orgasm without touching you.” They were both laughing now, and it felt nice. The banter was comfortable, and Tyler wasn’t a bad guy at all. In fact, he struck Shayne as a real gentleman, something she didn’t come across often.
Curiosity hit a high note as they came to two side by side doors, one labeled ‘Gentlemen’s Cabaret’ and the other labeled ‘Ladies’ Lounge’. “What do you suppose those are?” she asked, almost eager to find out. The only thing stopping her was that she was loathe to let go of Tyler’s hand. It gave her a comfort she hadn’t known she needed.
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