They stood staring into the night for several minutes. Then Tislin slowly dropped her skirt and removed the pink bustier. Lucas gasped when he saw the perfection of her body. She was completely hairless, her torso long and her hips round. The swelling pink nipples of her thrusting breasts invited his lips to taste them.
In a flash, he too was naked. Scooping her into his arms, he gently laid her on the bed. His heart filled with an unfamiliar need to protect this perfect flower. He desired her but he loved her as well. This emotion was also new. Lucas had never been in love.
He slowly caressed her legs, stroking them, massaging her shapely calves and her delicate feet. She groaned. “That feels marvelous. I thought vampires would be violent, greedy lovers.”
“Maybe with common women, but never with a precious creature such as you. You make me feel more alive than I’ve felt in hundreds of years.”
He slid into bed beside her and took her in his arms. Their kiss was a deep melding of tongues and lips. Lucas lifted her breasts and tenderly pulled each nipple. Tislin arched her back and cried out. “Take me, Lucas. You’re driving me insane.”
When he rolled onto her, he rose up to look down. Her legs were open and her inner women’s parts pink and inviting. He rubbed the head of his organ back and forth across her ripe clitoris until she screamed. Then, unable to stop himself, he stabbed it into her.
She was tight, velvety and hot. He quickly molded his organ to fit her and produce the most friction in all the right places. Feeling slightly detached, as though his body belonged to someone else, he moved inside her. From his mountain-top perspective, he watched himself plunging in and out of her heat. He saw her arch her back and wrap her legs around his waist. Nothing like this had ever happened to Lucas. His body was enveloped in the strongest, wildest sensations. He felt the need to bite, but smothered it, biting his own lips instead.
When he knew he was close to finishing, he rolled over taking her with him. She rode him, lifting herself up and down frantically as she strove to reach completion. Lucas closed his eyes and allowed her to take him along as she climaxed, her sex squeezing his in spasm after spasm.
Afterwards, they lay spent in each other’s arms. Lucas held Tislin tightly, unable to get over the fact he had fallen in love at first sight with an elf. When the door burst open and the condo suddenly filled with elves, Lucas was momentarily surprised. But he quickly recovered.
“You tricked me,” he shouted at Tislin.
The five elves were all males. They surrounded him, each elf carrying a stake and a sword. Elves are almost as strong as vampires. Lucas was in deep trouble.
“You led them here to kill me,” he accused Tislin.
She knelt on the bed shielding her naked body with the spread. “No, Lucas. These are Starrs. They’re here for me.” Her voice shook as she spoke. “Leave him be. Take me instead. Just don’t hurt him.”
The leader, a huge elf over seven-feet tall brandished his sword. “Don’t worry, Fairfeather. We’ll get him and then we’ll kill you. How could you sleep with a vampire? You’re disgusting. It’s an abomination.”
The elves closed in on Lucas. When Tislin’s words sank in, he knew she loved him as he loved her. The knowledge had a strange effect on him. Fear for himself died. All he suddenly cared about was saving Tislin.
Lucas leaped as high as he could, plastering his body to the ceiling. Startled, the elves tried to stab him. The tallest elf, the leader, attacked. Lucas backed around the ceiling until he was over the bed, then he launched himself on the elves. The weight of his body carried the leader to the carpet. The tall Starr’s sword pierced his side, but he ignored the pain. With a shout, he ripped the elf’s head off, rose to his feet in a blinding move and flung the head at the other four.
The remaining elves had surrounded Tislin and were moving in for the kill. She stood proud and naked in the center of the four, whirling and turning as she tried to keep them all in front of her while she sang an ancient elf war song. The big elf’s head smashed into the group, nailed one and knocked him to the floor.
“Tislin,” Lucas shouted and tossed her the leader’s sword.
She grabbed it by the hilt and began slashing, scoring a hit on the downed attacker. Lucas moved behind one of the elves, grabbed him and threw him through the windows and into the star-filled night. With the numbers abruptly evened, the two remaining ran toward the open door. Lucas caught one and Tislin ran after the other. She dived on the running elf, knocking him to the floor while Lucas tossed his captive out the broken windows after his friend.
“Watch that first step,” Lucas called. “It’s a doozy.”
The last elf stood in the center of the bedroom bleeding stinking blood all over Luca’s white carpet. The elf held his hand over the gushing wound in his arm while he glowered at them.
Lucas slowly circled his last elf opponent. His nose had picked up another scent. An elusive scent tickled his nose from inside the stench of elora flowers. “I think I know why the Starr clan is multiplying,” Lucas said. “Can you smell what I smell, my darling?”
Tislin moved to stand beside him. She still held her blade. “There is something different. It smells like…like sex and beer.”
“That’s the smell of a maenad. I think the Starrs have solved their fertility issues by crossbreeding with maenads. No wonder they’re crazy.”
The elf screamed. “So what if we have. At least we’re not dying out like the Fairfeathers.” He lunged at Lucas, hands clenched into claws.
Lucas went down under the elf’s weight, the stench of maenad and elora overwhelming. The elf wrapped his hands around Lucas’s neck and squeezed. He was incredibly strong. Lucas struggled to break free as the elf gnashed his teeth, drool running down his chin. Fighting desperately, Lucas finally managed to wrap his hands around the elf’s throat. Grunting and thrashing, Lucas fought to get free and to kill the elf.
The elf suddenly went limp on top of Lucas. Wet, warm liquid flowed across his naked chest. Lucas threw the elf’s stinking body off and saw Tislin standing over him holding her bloody sword.
She held out her hand. “Come, my love, toss this one after the rest.”
Lucas took her hand, leaped to his feet and pulled her into his embrace. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” he whispered. “I love you.”
She gazed shyly into his eyes. “What about my family? They’re going to hate you.”
“Does this matter to you, my darling?”
She tilted her head, her slanted eyes smiling. “If I can’t be with you, I’d rather be dead.”
He swept her into his arms and swung her around. “I have to drink blood to live, you know.”
“All my relatives smell like elora flowers, you know.”
“I have no relatives and I’m dead.”
“I don’t have very many but I’m alive.”
“All my friends will think you stink.”
“All of mine will know you stink.”
“We’re so different, Tislin. Can this work?”
She gently touched his face. “We’ll make it work. Love will find a way.”
You Can’t Buck Off a Cowboy
Isabella Morganstern pointed one lace-gloved finger. “Stop the wagon here, Aubrey. I’m hot, I’m covered with dust, and there’s a beautiful waterfall over there with a pool just right for bathing.”
Tired and dusty himself, Aubrey Snipes obediently clucked to the two tired horses, slapped them with the reins, and guided them toward a clump of mesquite trees. He jumped out of the wagon first and helped Bella off the high seat. “Where do you think the Colonel and the rest of the troupe are?”
“I haven’t the slightest of ideas,” Bella said. “That dust storm was so bad, it’s possible they turned around and went right back to Santa Fe.”
“Do you think we should go look for them?”
Bella shook her head. “It’s getting late. We shall stay here for the night and decide what to do in the morning. May
be they will find us.”
“If they don’t show up, we must try to get back to Santa Fe.”
She stripped off her huge bonnet and shook out long, blond curls. “Worry about that tomorrow, Aubrey, I am going for a swim.”
“You really should wait until I take care of the horses. I should check to make sure there are no wild animals lurking in the bushes, and no Indians.”
Isabella had joined Colonel James Maplethorpe’s company of actors and entertainers a mere week ago, and Aubrey already had her measure. She would not wait for him, and would probably remove all or most of her clothing when she went swimming. Aubrey found her lack of propriety disturbing, her lack of manners disgusting, and her tendency to flirt with anything in cowboy boots annoying. She was nothing but a forward little tart.
Aubrey unhitched the team, pulled off their harnesses, and arranged them neatly on the wagon tongue. He brushed the animals quickly and led them to the creek running out of Bella’s swimming pool to drink. Sure enough, the little tramp was already down to her knickers. She caught him staring and smiled. Embarrassed by her blatant display, Aubrey looked away.
“Come on in and swim with me, sweetie,” she called. “You absolutely must wish to get rid of all that nasty dust?”
Aubrey did want to wash, but not while Bella watched.
After he hobbled the team so they could graze, he gathered soap and a towel out of his trunk, and walked back to the pool. Bella was splashing merrily in the water stark naked. Aubrey took a peek, and then turned away. He didn’t find her lavish endowments alluring.
His mother had been very strict. He could still see her iron gray hair pulled into a tight bun and her stern countenance as she lifted her cane and whacked him over and over. “Women are all whores, Aubrey. Don’t ever let me catch you looking at one again.”
The pool of water was cool and inviting. Aubrey unbuttoned his high-collared shirt, pulled it off and laid it carefully on a nearby rock. He hunched low so Bella wouldn’t see him and make fun of his modesty as he splashed cool water on his face and chest.
The water was refreshing after all the dust and dirt of the long wagon ride from Santa Fe. New Mexico was an inferno. Arizona would probably be worse. They were scheduled to do two shows at the Bird Cage Theatre in Tombstone in a week’s time, if they ever found Colonel Maplethorpe and the rest of the troupe.
Suddenly, Bella rose out of the water in front of him. She was like some kind of ancient water nymph, her wet hair streaming down her body to her hips, her pink nipples pert and erect on round, white breasts. Aubrey goggled.
“Come on, Aubrey, don’t be such a stick in the mud. Swim with me.”
“Naked?”
She giggled. “You will ruin your good pants if you wear them into the water. And that white shirt will never be the same if it gets wet. I didn’t bring an iron. Did you?”
No, Aubrey hadn’t brought an iron. And he did want to swim. The water he’d splashed on his face had only given him a small taste. He wanted the whole experience. The deep, turquoise water beckoned. The tinkling waterfall was like a Siren’s call. “Turn around and close your eyes.”
Bella was in water covering her hips. She stepped forward and Aubrey saw the curly blonde triangle at the junction of her thighs. His face burned as she turned around.
Quickly, before she could whirl around and spy on him, she was a capricious wench, he unlaced his half-boots, ripped off his wool pants, and dove into the water.
Bella was after him immediately. She grabbed his foot and pulled him toward her. “Come on, Aubrey, give me a little kiss.”
Water streamed down his face from his thick mop of auburn hair. He slung it out of his eyes just as Bella pressed herself against him and pulled his head toward hers. This was not going as Aubrey planned. He wanted to run.
Her hand disappeared under the water. He felt it groping his shriveled manhood.
“Come on, love, what’s wrong,” Bella complained. “Don’t you like me?”
* * * *
Buck Jerkins read the signs. A wagon had passed over this hill not too long ago. He stopped his horse, unhooked the canteen from the saddle D ring, took a long swig of lukewarm water, and wiped sweat out of his eyes.
He’d run into a dust storm on the way back to El Paso from his last cattle drive to Santa Fe. He’d lost the trail, was almost out of water, and he was whipped. He stood in the stirrups and stretched. His horse turned his head and stared at him.
“I know you’re thirsty too, ole pard. We’ll find us some water soon. Looks like a stream running up on those cliffs. It’s gotta make it down here eventually.”
Buck spurred his tired horse over the hill. Suddenly, he heard the sound of splashing and female giggles. There must be a pond or a stream over that hill. Satan smelled the water. His ears went forward and he took off at a brisk trot.
When they crested the hill, Buck saw a small waterfall, a wagon, and two draft horses. The horses looked up as he urged Satan closer to the water. He rode right to the pool, stopped, and stared. A man and a woman were cavorting in the water naked.
Laughing, Buck urged Satan into the water. The two cavorters looked up startled. Buck dropped his reins and dove in. “Mind if I join you?”
He came up blowing like a whale, stripped off his filthy shirt, his chaps and his pants, and tossed them on the bank along with his high-topped cowboy boots. Wearing only his hat, he turned to look at the two startled swimmers.
“My name’s Buck. What’s yours?”
* * * *
When the cowboy rode right into the water, Bella squealed with delight. She’d given up on getting Aubrey interested. He must like guys, because she’d never had trouble seducing a man before.
The sight of Buck standing in the shallow water with a raging erection had her juices flowing. The cowboy was tall with narrow hips, a chest as wide as the prairie, and long legs. His face was rugged and tan with a square chin and a small nose. He had dark hair pulled back into a tail at his neck, and wore a big handlebar mustache.
She glanced over at Aubrey, and gasped. Aubrey was staring at the cowboy like he was a prime cut of meat. His eyes were narrowed and his lips parted. Looking down, she saw Aubrey’s shriveled little penis had leaped to attention. She’d guessed correctly. Aubrey liked men.
Buck waded into the water with his arms open. Bella threw herself into them. He picked her up and swung her around, stopped, and looked at Aubrey. “Come on over, young man, I’ll take on both of you. Two’s company, three’s a sandwich, I always say.”
The cowboy bent his head and kissed Bella. She opened her mouth, sucking at his tongue. He grabbed her breast and stroked the soft flesh, pulling on the nipple until Bella moaned into his mouth. Her sex was flaming hot and her whole body throbbing.
“What’s your name, little girl?”
“Bella,” she answered in a breathy voice.
“Mount up, Bella,” Buck said. He grabbed her, lifted her out of the water and settled her on his huge organ.
When she felt it slide in, she screamed with delight, and wrapped her legs around Buck’s waist. Her legs were instantly pulled away by Aubrey who pushed close behind Buck to kiss the cowboy’s muscular neck. Aubrey wrapped his arms around the cowboy’s shoulders and glared at Bella.
* * * *
When Aubrey saw the tall cowboy standing on the bank with his huge organ swollen and erect, his own bounced up, pulsing against his stomach. His head swam as all his blood rushed into his penis. He saw that trollop Bella leap into the man’s arms and his heart plummeted to his feet. When the stranger invited him to participate, he didn’t hesitate.
Diving in, Aubrey swam around behind Buck, stood up, and embraced him, his cock pressed against the cowboy’s hard, round ass. He glared at Bella over Buck’s shoulder and kissed the cowboy’s ear, his neck, and throat.
Buck lifted Bella up and down on his dick. Aubrey ignored the tart’s screams of delight, ran his hands over Buck’s buttocks, and spread them, h
unting for the treasure between. He found it and pushed his finger deep into the mouth of the cowboy’s anus. Buck groaned and tilted his hips forward so Aubrey could get better access.
Aubrey towed the rutting pair closer to shore, found a good place to sit, and slowly pulled Buck onto his organ. The cowboy allowed Aubrey to penetrate him, even relaxing his anus like he’d done this a million times.
When Aubrey felt his penis slide into Buck’s tight asshole, he pressed his face against the wide expanse of the cowboy’s back to stifle his scream of pleasure. When he accidentally brushed Bella’s breast, he caressed it. After all, they were in this together.
The shallow water sloshed around Aubrey’s ass as he pushed Buck up and down on his rod. The cowboy was ramming his dick in and out of Bella faster and faster. Bella moaned rhythmically, a moan for each time Buck rammed his huge cock into her sex.
Aubrey knew he wasn’t going to last long. He wrapped his arms around Buck’s crotch and felt for his organ. It was slippery with Bella’s juice. He touched her pussy when it came down on his hand, and rubbed her opening. He ended up shoving a finger into her just so he could touch Buck’s erection. Apparently, she liked it, because she screamed and collapsed on the cowboy.
Aubrey thrust three more times and shot his wad, the strength of his orgasm tearing a groan from his constricted throat.
Buck pulled himself away, turned around and thrust his huge cock at Aubrey. “Suck.”
Bella fell into the water beside Aubrey. Together they attacked the cowboy’s penis with open mouths. Aubrey licked up one side and Bella the other. Their mouths met at the top and they kissed, Bella’s tongue penetrating his mouth. Aubrey eagerly kissed her, then dropped his mouth over the top of Buck’s dick. Bella licked the cowboy’s stomach and ran her hands slowly up his body to his nipples. She pulled them and then dropped into the water, moving behind Aubrey.
She rubbed herself against his back while he shoved the entire length of Buck’s organ in and out of his mouth. Bella squeezed his breasts, cupping them and stroking them while she kissed his neck. Her hands on his breasts felt wonderful. She pulled on the nipples and he felt his cock rising again. She must have sensed it, because she dropped her hands into the water and caressed his erection.
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