She sat back on Jack’s cock, placing her legs either side of him, and guided him with her hand, propping one hand on his tensed chest muscles. She moaned in pleasure and pain as his huge cock filled her. It stretched her vagina. She was opening to him and she knew only pleasure. She pushed down on his cock and moaned loudly. He looked up at her, at her bouncing breasts. She looked down at him, at his stern face and at her fingernails digging into his flesh.
Eli walked around and stood by the side of the bed, watching Samantha intently, his eyes roaming from her breasts to her thighs and all the way to her feet and back up to her face. She found herself putting on a show, bouncing up and down with ever more ferocity on Jack’s cock. She liked that he was watching them. It heightened what they were doing: made it more than simple lovemaking.
She gripped Jack’s chest muscles even harder, getting a crazy pleasure when he winced in pain. She could see his muscles under his skin, like something alive. She leaned down and in a fit of ecstasy sunk her teeth into his chest. He gasped but then he reached around and grabbed her ass cheeks and began to thrust upward, adding to the force of her movements, the two of them pounding into each other. Eli grabbed her bouncing breasts, tweaking the nipples, and the combination of Jack and Eli sent a powerful orgasm surging through her.
Everything pulsated. The morning sunlight was blinding and everything was hot and otherworldly for a few precious moments, and then the orgasm waned and she was feeling tired. But she wanted Jack to come. Needed him to. She bounced even harder and allowed her hand to be guided to Eli’s cock. As she bounced she rubbed his cock and soon Eli was groaning loudly, his body jerking, his cock wilting as come shot onto her breasts. She rubbed the come into her breasts as Jack stared at them. Then he closed his eyes and breathed heavily: “Fuck, Sammy, yes, yes, yes!”
She bounced even harder, pushing down with all her force now, riding him as hard as she could, and then he closed his eyes and seemed to stop breathing. Then he let out a long breath, and rolled over. She slid away from him and lay on the bed. Eli climbed in beside her, wrapping his arms around her. Jack ran his fingers up and down her thigh.
“Well,” she said, after a pause. “That was a good way to begin the morning.”
“Yes,” Jack said.
“It was,” Eli agreed.
*
After the sex they showered and then went downstairs to the restaurant for breakfast. Their hotel was close to a beach and so they decided to take a walk. As they walked (Eli was at her left, Jack at her right) Samantha couldn’t help but feel profoundly safe. Without thinking, she took Jack’s hand and Eli’s hand, squeezing them both. She had never really reflected on the nature of a relationship before, but right now she did for the first time in her life. Why couldn’t two men share one woman, if all three of them enjoyed it?
She knew what people would say about her. They wouldn’t say much about the men; nobody ever says much about men when it comes to things like that. If a man had had two girlfriends, he would be cool, a player, a legend. But if people found out about her, she would be a slut.
Ah, yes, she thought cynically. There is that word: that word that has done so much harm. Why would you listen to such a cruel word? Why would you let such a cruel word have an effect on you? But the fact is, if people in Barkton found out about this, she would be out of a job. Oh, the boss would contrive another reason, but soon enough she would be shunned, by the whole town. That’s what small towns were like.
Then she chided herself. Why was she dwelling on the pains of tomorrow when she had the pleasures of today to enjoy? Eli and Jack were dressed in shirts and shorts. She was wearing a dress. In truth, it was too cold for what they were wearing, but they were abroad so they’d made the effort.
“We should go for a swim,” Samantha said, not even knowing she was going to say it.
Then, without waiting for a reply, she ran toward the water. The tide was in and the water was glittering blue. The sun was pale and white in the sky. And the coldish air pricked her skin. She leapt into the water and then dunked her head under, relishing the revitalizing shock of the cold. She came up with a quick intake of breath, giggling like a fool. She turned to the shore and saw Jack laughing as Eli took off his shirt and waded into the water like a man on a mission. After a pause, Jack shrugged and followed.
There were few people on the beach, but the ones that were there were mostly walking dogs or taking quiet walks. They looked on in a mixture of disgust and envy and bemusement at the three adults splashing around like children. At first they just splashed, and then they played Marco Polo for a while. Samantha was shocked by how good Eli and Jack were at it. She could barely move without their lightning-quick Navy SEAL reflexes latching onto her.
Soon there were too cold and had to get out of the water. They traipsed back to their hotel room and took off all their clothes. They ordered up some lunch and ate in bed, naked. There was nothing sexual (just then) about their nakedness; they were just totally comfortable with each other. That was the most startling thing to Samantha. She had never been totally comfortable being naked around people. And now here she was, comfortable being naked around two people.
After lunch, Samantha returned to her room and took a shower. The three of them were going out on the town this evening. After her shower, she was going to call across and ask the others what they wanted to do until tonight when they walked through her door, fully dressed.
“Come on, Sammy,” Jack said. “We’re taking you shopping.”
And I thought this day couldn’t get any better, she thought, as she hastily put on her shoes.
*
Standing in front of the full-length mirror in her new dress, Samantha felt sexier than she had in years. She had not one, but two hunky Navy SEALs. Just the thought of it made her feel dizzy.
That night they dined in an expensive-looking restaurant and then went to a club. Samantha kept insisting that they let her contribute toward something but the men were adamant that they would pay for her. Samantha told herself that when they got back to the States she would treat them to something nice, which she would. It was only fair.
When they returned that night, they sat in the moonlit hotel room and smoked cigarettes out of the window. There was nothing particularly abnormal about that moment but Samantha felt a change begin to happen within her. She was no longer Samantha the Lonely Girl Whom Nothing Happened To; now she was somebody interesting with some kind of purpose and spontaneity. She felt like she had finally been introduced to life.
After the cigarettes they made love, all three of them, and then fell asleep together. It was perfect.
*****
The four days in Malta ended quicker than Samantha would have liked, but reality came calling and all of them were adults and so they had to return. Samantha apologized to the good patrons of The Spatula and Eli and Jack went north for a meeting with some important Navy people. Samantha sensed that neither of them wanted to talk about it so she didn’t ask. They were uncomfortable with the role they’d played in so many deaths, Eli had told her one night in Malta. It was as though the animal-shield had been lifted and she had glimpsed the real him.
Samantha didn’t contact the men and they didn’t contact her. It was nice, in a way, to get back to her normal life for a while. It was nice to remember what it was like to be a normal member of society. But beneath it all was the yearning to return to the craziness of those few days. She wanted the SEALs back with her; she wanted them to whisk her away into another realm of craziness.
Instead of anything so dramatic, she came home one day to Eli and Jack standing outside her apartment building. It was almost two months after their return. It was well after Christmas (which Samantha had spent with Fiona) and the first whispers of spring were beginning to thaw the snow and paint the leaves a yellowish green.
Samantha knew that some women would be angry at the way the two of them had left her, but she wasn’t. They had never declared love or even commi
tment. They had shared pleasure and that was that. And now that they had returned, Samantha’s main emotion was happiness intermingled with surprise. She immediately ran over to them and took them both in her arms, wrapping her arms around their necks. They hugged her back, Jack laughing, Eli squeezing her tight.
“Come in,” she said, and hurried them through the door.
*
The three of them sat around the coffee table, much as they had when the two of them first came here, but something was changed in them. They seemed less comfortable. Eli stared at the wall and Jack looked down at his hands for a long time. Samantha couldn’t help but remember. Jack is staring down at his hands. He is nervous. She is nervous. They are fifteen and the summer sun blazes down on them and the river glitters and Sammy knows things will never be this perfect again. He wants to say something but he had to look down at his hands to compose himself. Jack is small and nervous and strong and big at the same time. He looks up and smiles and says it; and they kiss and they do more than kiss and it is beautiful. She was stunned by the force of the thought, but pushed it away. She wouldn’t dwell on the past.
“We’re going over there again, Sammy,” Jack finally said.
More was said. There were hugs and kisses and lovemaking and everything else, but that was all Samantha really heard. They were going away. But this was different to the last time. Now they were going away possibly forever.
The SEALs had taken her; the SEALs had left her.
*****
Samantha Fry, the manager of The Spatula in the small town of Barkton, had no idea that Jack and Eli were going to return, or if. She had worked hard over these last eight months and eventually the boss had promoted her and taken a more background role himself. She was able to buy a house and she had no problem staying here. She had flown one wintery fortnight last year that nobody but she and her secret traveling companions knew about. Over the months she thought about writing them a letter, but she just couldn’t do it. She had no clue what to say.
Then, like it was the most normal thing in the world, Jack and Eli re-entered her life. She returned to her three-bedroom house one evening, tired from training a new batch of waitresses, as well as helping along the expansion of The Spatula into a two-restaurant franchise (it had become very popular under her management), and there, sitting on the doorstep, were Jack and Eli.
They stood army-stiff when they saw her. Samantha giggled. “At ease,” she said, slipping naturally and comfortably back into their old relationship.
Eli even smiled a little.
“Have you come to drop a bomb on my life again, boys?” she said.
“More than that,” Eli said, looking her up and down, and Samantha found herself arching her back a little more than usual, feeding his eyes. All these months, and she hadn’t tried to find a partner. She’d told herself it was work, but—
“We’re not here to cause trouble,” Jack said, smiling. “We just need a place to stay. Have you got a spare room?”
“You’re in luck,” Samantha said, not even having to think about it. “I’ve got two spare rooms.”
The three of them went into the house. None of them said it, but all of them knew it: they were about to begin a new, strange, beautiful life together.
THE END
Bonus Story 22/40
Forbidden Love
Jeremih
“My son, we must discuss a matter.” I glanced behind me as my father’s baritone voice echoed across the marble floor of the great room. I had been looking out over the gardens as the servants readied for the party my father was throwing to welcome the delegates of nearby covens. Every three months he held meetings for the covens to discuss ways to keep the peace between all three in Rochester. Before the actual discussions and negotiations, he would host an extravagant party to welcome the coven leaders and the members of their court.
“Yes father?” I asked as I turned around to face him. Nicolai was in many ways my exact copy, apart from the years that showed in the silver of his once blond hair and the wrinkles, only heightened vision could make out, around his eyes and the corners of his mouth. That and his yellow eyes were different from my golden ones. Otherwise we had the same square jaw, intense brow, hawk like nose, and high cheekbones.
He came to a stop directly in front of me. We had the same strong build, though I was slightly taller than my father, another product of his age. “It is time you take the position as leader of this coven Jeremih. You have sat in on enough council meetings and coven delegations and I believe you may be ready.” I hid my surprise because I knew he would take it as some form of weakness. I couldn’t deny that I had been wondering when my father would recognize that it was time he step down.
“Are you certain father?” I asked him and he nodded, his brows wrinkled together as he formulated some thought.
“Yes Jeremih, you know that I am old for our kind and it is time I passed on leadership to you. You have proven yourself to be smart and observant, but I would like to test you,” he said slowly. Yet another surprise. What trial would he have me do?
“I need to know that you are cunning and capable of truly leading. You are aware of the troubles we’ve been having of late?” he asked and I nodded.
“Yes, the hunters are back and they are threatening all vampires in Rochester. What would you have me do about this?” my father tipped his head towards me and gave me an obvious look.
“What would a leader of a prominent coven of vampires do?” I glanced out at the gardens once more and saw all of the preparations taking place. A leader wouldn’t let our way of life get destroyed, I wouldn’t stand for it. A leader would go out and meet the problem head on to eradicate it.
“I would gather a team and hunt those who hunt us, to ensure our survival and that fear doesn’t spread throughout the race in our region,” I said resolutely, and my father nodded with the ghost of a smile touching his lips.
“You always know the right thing to say and how to say it. But I need to see action from you. You know your people and you know their strengths, gather your team and report back to me before the party tonight.” With that, my father turned on his heel and walked from the room just as silently as he came in. Our coven did have its own militia and I knew just who I needed. I turned around to open the balcony doors and quickly crossed the space to the stone railing to jump over it. I landed lightly on the ground below and ran through the gardens to the training fields. My father’s estate was large and many of the vampires in our coven frequented the grounds much like if it were a palace or town center.
I slowed my pace when I reached the stables as I heard the sounds of someone practicing their archery. The stable doors were closed. I neared them and heard the whiz and thump of an arrow hitting its target, which must have been mounted on the doors. I knocked twice and entered after the familiar voice of Alistair bid me to enter.
“Brother!” Alistair greeted me with his customary huge grin. I smiled as I walked towards him. He was dressed in riding clothes, and had a quiver of arrows on his back and his new modified bow in hand. Alistair wasn’t actually my brother, but my closest friend for a long time. He had a shock of naturally white hair that was pulled back into a bun and his handsome features were enhanced by his oddly, amethyst-colored eyes.
“Having a bit of target practice I see?” I gestured to the huge dummy hanging from the stable door, it had more holes in its silicone body than I cared to count.
“Yes, I’ve just engineered these new arrows. After release, it ejects the arrowhead which propels it even faster into the enemy’s body, where it can release any toxin I injected into the arrowhead,” Alistair explained. He was the only vampire that hadn’t completely switched to more efficient weapons.
“Bullets can do that also Alistair,” I said, and he rolled his eyes.
“Bullets are boring. I’ve modernized my bow and arrows, that’s all I need,” he said, and I chuckled.
“Which is why I am here. I need you for a
special task,” I informed him, and Alistair perked up in excited curiosity.
“So get on with it, what do you need?” he was impatient, as always, to get to the point.
“I’m putting together a team to track down the hunters that have taken up residence in Rochester,” I said, and Alistair grinned eagerly.
“Oh you know I do love a bit of hunter tracking. We should make it a sport,” he said, and I laughed.
“One day perhaps. I must go and gather the rest of my team. Meet me at my father’s study in an hour and be ready for anything,” I said, and Alistair sprang into action, gathering his arrows and dismounting the dummy from the door. I left the stable through the back entrance and continued on to the training grounds.
**
Alina
“Hey Lina! Come take a look at this.” Brody called me over to the body of the fang he just killed. We were out at a local nature preserve in Rochester and the vampire had been hunting for humans. They usually stuck close to seedy areas where they could hide and hunt easily. “I shot it from that tree there. He was hiding pretty good too, but I just knew something was up there.” Brody boasted his kill while I walked over and watched the unnaturally long-lived body quickly decompose into dust.
“Which round did you use to kill it?” I asked, and Brody unloaded his clip to show me, while he pulled out a vial to collect some of the vampire dirt. I took out a bullet that was made from copper and loaded that with what Brody was collecting. It was strange how he had figured out the best way to kill a vampire; with their own kind’s poisonous DNA.
“See that. I told you they’d work like a charm.” I put the bullet back into the clip and handed it to Brody. “It’s pretty much renewable too, the more vamps we kill the more ammo we have to kill more with. My genius will make us the baddest hunters on the continent.” I rolled my eyes, Brody had a severe narcissistic complex, but I couldn’t deny that his discovery and innovation helped us out a lot. All we had to do was shoot one with the poisonous DNA inside the bullet and it was dead.
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