“What port are we closest to?”
Captain Jayne Green looked up into cerulean-blue eyes and grinned. “I thought you might enjoy some Spanish food tonight. We’re on the east coast of Spain. Cartagena is twelve miles from here, with a nice port and good night life.”
“Nice. I do like the tang of Spanish women.” Eleni Demetriou stretched the muscles in her back, which were, thanks to her heavy feed the night before, pulsing like they were still living. Her thick black hair was tied in a ponytail, serving to highlight her high cheekbones and full lips. No Greek woman alive was more beautiful than Eleni, and she knew it. More times than she could count her looks had gotten her an easy dinner and more than a few orgasms for dessert.
“Smells like home.” Anna Valencia, affectionately known as Skinner by her friends, leaned over the bow and sniffed before turning to their human captain. “It’s been far too long since I enjoyed the flavors of my homeland. What time is it?”
“Twenty past six. You’ve got a full night ahead of you. And the sunrise will be dimmed by the clouds, so don’t get caught out,” Jayne said seriously.
“Aye-aye, Captain,” Anna pressed her mouth to Jayne’s hand, nipping slightly before gliding across the deck, shouting, “Right, crewmates! Let’s get to our dinner dates, shall we?”
The rest of the crew joined her on the swimming deck, where they jumped into the small speedboat they kept tied to the side. With a wave, the howling, laughing women sped off into the night, moonlight trailing in their wake as they became nothing but sirens in the dark.
“Not going ashore tonight, Eleni?” Jayne asked, keeping her voice steady.
“Nope. I fed well enough last night to last me a few days. A nice lean one, healthy and active. Her blood was like those energy drinks they sell these days. Imagine—selling something like that in cans to vampires!”
Eleni laughed and Jayne joined in, hoping, in part, that she was kidding.
Jayne watched as Eleni stretched out on the white leather couch on the foredeck, her olive skin setting the couch aglow like a white nova under her. Jayne loved watching Eleni, no matter what she was doing. Watching the water, sleeping in death, enjoying a bath. She had sailed with the vampire for nearly two years, and every day it got harder to watch Eleni take her beautiful victims to bed, knowing that she wouldn’t ever be there herself. When she had been hired by the beautiful Greek vampire, Eleni had made sure she knew her place, and her safety levels: no one would ever use Jayne as a food source, and no one would ever force her to do anything she didn’t want to do.
The problem was, that meant Jayne traveled the seas with remarkably, utterly, insanely beautiful women, and never got laid, even though she listened to the sounds of passion all night long when they made port. At least, until the splash indicating that feeding time was over and the remnants were left for the sharks.
Eleni watched as Jayne fought her innermost emotions, the ones she tried to keep hidden, although every woman on board could feel, smell, her arousal and need. Eleni had been alive long enough to have been a pirate the first go-round—she was patient, and could wait as long as it would take for Jayne to break down and ask for what she needed. She raised her eyebrows in surprise when Jayne spun toward her and said, “I’m going to port. No reason for me to stay on board tonight if you’re here. And the cook and maid are both here as well. So I’m going.”
She stood there, seemingly waiting for Eleni to object, but when no argument issued forth, she nearly ran down the aft stairs, jumping into the smaller motorboat and launching it across the water with no regard for her own safety.
Now what is she doing? Eleni got up and leaned over the bow, watching as the human she cared for more than she wanted to admit made her way to the dark streets of Cartagena.
Jayne swallowed hard against the flurry of panic that swam through her body as she entered the lesbian bar she had Googled while her vampire crew had slept during the day. Heart-thumping music blared from every corner speaker, and women in all states of dress gyrated on the dance floor, hips thrusting, breasts bouncing, hands caressing. After the quiet, albeit unusual, life she led on open water, it was all nearly too much and she turned to run back out to the street, to the boat. To Eleni.
She jumped when a hand clasped her forearm. “Dance with me, amiga. I promise it will be fun.” The woman’s dark skin was smooth, her hair short, her jeans low and her grin cocky. Exactly what I need.
Jayne nodded, not bothering to try and outdo the music, and followed the compact woman to the dance floor, where she quickly lost herself in the music and the feel of someone’s hands running possessively over her long-neglected body.
When the woman pressed against her, pushing her thigh between Jayne’s legs, Jayne pressed back, letting her head fall back as she immediately took pleasure in the feel of the strong thigh against her rigid clit. Three songs later she thought her clit would burst through her jeans.
“Let me take you home and fuck you, mi amor,” the woman said in her ear.
Once again she just nodded, her wet panties screaming against her hot, throbbing center. She let the woman lead her from the bar, turning quickly when she thought she saw Eleni from the corner of her eye. She wasn’t there, of course. She was with the boat, which couldn’t be left captain-less.
Jayne shook her head to force Eleni from her mind and concentrated on the heavy biker boots leading her from the bar.
Eleni crossed her arms over her chest. What the fuck? She wants that instead of me? She moved silently through the bar and down the street, watching as the little Spanish butch stopped periodically to plant a sloppy kiss on Jayne’s lips, hands, chest.
With every move she wanted to rip the woman’s head from her shoulders, wanted to swim in the blood that would pump from the gaping wound she would create in the woman’s chest after ripping out her heart.
They disappeared up a narrow stairway leading to second-story apartments across from the excavated Roman amphitheater. Eleni struggled with what to do next. Should she follow, watch as the Spaniard made love to her Jayne? She knew that if she did, she wouldn’t be able to keep from killing her, and Jayne would never be able to come to her if she watched her kill without mercy. She punched the wall, taking a measure of pleasure at the shattering of rock and cement under her fist.
With a leap, she cleared the wall of the amphitheater and made her way back to the yacht. She would wait for Jayne to come home, but she was done waiting for Jayne to make the first move. It was time Jayne understood her place. Eleni would give her this one night in the arms of someone else, because there would never be another.
Jayne moaned as the woman’s tongue slid over her neck, her lips chapped and her mouth wet. Suddenly, her stomach recoiled and an image of Eleni, her mouth hot, her hands soft and cold, blew through her mind and body. With a gasp, she pushed the woman away and stumbled to the open window. Leaning her head on the cold glass, she took in great breaths of air, trying to stop the sudden trembling taking over her.
“Que pasa, amiga? What’s wrong? You sick?” The woman placed a tentative hand on her lower back, but sounded more disgusted than concerned.
“Yes. I…I think I need to go home. Something I ate, maybe.” Jayne lied easily, knowing there was no way in hell she could go through with letting someone other than a centuries-old vampire fuck her. Fuck, damn, shit.
“Okay, no problem. You want I should walk you home?”
Jayne could hear the reluctance in the woman’s voice, and nearly laughed out loud at the idea of her walking her “home.” Home. Where she lived with two other mortal women and nine vampires. Right. Sure. Why not?
“No, thanks. I’ll be fine. It isn’t far. Sorry.”
“Yeah, well, another night, eh?” The woman locked the door behind them and nearly flew down the steps toward the bar, still in time to try for another conquest. “You take care.” With that, she disappeared, and Jayne found herself alone outside the impressive ancient amphitheater.
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nbsp; Climbing through a gap in the wire fence, she slid inside the theater, and mounting the high stone steps, she found a row she liked. Lying down on a wide stone bench, she placed her hands under her head and stared at the stars that guided her as she sailed all over the deep blue sea. She again let her thoughts drift to Eleni, and what her hands would feel like as they reached her most sacred places.
She sat up with a start, looking for the source of the footsteps she was sure she heard. No one was there, and suddenly she realized how foolish it was to be alone in a place without lights, especially since she knew the kind of ghoulies that prowled the night.
“Well, hello,” said the woman at the bottom of the stairs, her long blonde hair floating in windswept strands around her face, even though there was no breeze. “Why is a lovely creature like you here all alone?”
“Hi. I’m not. Alone, I mean. My friend…”
“Just left. And in rather a hurry, it seems. Sadly, I don’t believe she’ll be reaching her destination, since my friends decided she would be delightful company this evening.”
Jayne winced, thinking of the somewhat sexy butch as some vampire’s snack. “Oh, I didn’t mean her. I meant my other friend…”
“Your vampire friend, you mean? No, she left as well. And rather angry, I think, as she didn’t even bother to notice me as she left you and your paramour to enjoy one another. No, amor, you are alone. And you are going to be fine company for me tonight.”
With a flourish, and barely a movement, the woman was suddenly beside her, bending over her, the low-cut dress showing ample cleavage. “I know you need me. You need release, don’t you, bonita? You need someone to make you feel special? You are broadcasting your desire and hunger so that anyone can hear it. I can take care of your need, and so much more. Make this easy, sweet girl, and I promise to send you back to your vampire in the morning.”
Her hand was like soft marble as it caressed Jayne’s cheek and slid over her neck, the blood-red nails lightly grazing a trail over her collarbone. Her eyes glowed an unearthly green, the pupils a strange maroon color.
Jayne whimpered quietly, knowing from her time among them that fighting would only lead to a miserable death, while playing nice might let her keep her life, if not her sanity.
Eleni, she screamed in her head as the woman’s mouth came down on her own, crushing her lips as the woman’s tongue slid into her mouth and a rough hand clasped her breast, fingers pinching her nipple into a hard bud. Her T-shirt ripped down the front as the woman slowly tore it away.
“If you were my human, I would have marked you. You’re simply divine. Such beautiful breasts,” she said, cupping a breast in each hand and squeezing Jayne’s nipples before lowering her mouth to take one between sharp teeth. “And such perfect white skin. I can hear your heart pounding for me. I can smell your desire.”
She whispered the words almost reverently, and Jayne wanted her to keep going, to put out the heat between her legs, to suck her nipples and make her cry out. Deep within, she knew these thoughts weren’t her own, but it didn’t matter. She needed.
She nearly screamed when the woman vanished from above her, and could only curl into a fetal position as the intense desire, the unquenchable need to be deeply fucked rocked her to her soul. Managing to raise her head from the stone bench, she saw Eleni facing the woman, both in a predatory stance, the blonde hissing as Eleni crouched in front of Jayne protectively.
“It’s rude to mess with someone else’s human,” Eleni said quietly, her Greek accent thicker in the midst of danger.
“You haven’t marked her. She was alone. She’s mine for the night.”
“You could smell me on her. There’s no way you can deny that.”
“You? I can smell at least seven others on her as well. That suggests to me that she’s open game, and tonight, she’s my game. Move.”
Jayne whimpered again as the flood of desire swept through her in wave after wave, crushing her beneath its heat. She didn’t care that they were arguing over her as if she were a coveted toy, just so long as someone fucked her senseless. Soon.
“No. She’s mine. She’s always been mine. I’ll take her back to the boat and mark her now. Leave.”
The beautiful blonde vampire shifted, her position one of consideration rather than violence. “You’ve come to my country, to my territory, with unmarked humans. Your pirates have already robbed several of our richer humans, and have already feasted on some of our finest women. I knew you were here, but did nothing to hinder you, as you have clearly come and will clearly go again by ship. But you insult me by denying me my meal for the evening.”
Eleni, who had seemed calm, clearly tensed, and glanced at Jayne, still curled in the fetal position, her body trembling.
“What have you done to her?”
“I’m a vampire succubus. I’ve forced her sex hormones into overdrive. Only sex with me will make it better.”
“Why should I believe you?”
“Touch her, fondle her, make her come. See if it relieves her. By all means, try. I like to watch.” She sat down and crossed her legs, carefully arranging the dress and smoothing it around her.
Eleni crouched next to Jayne, gently moving her hair from her face. “Jayne, baby, can you hear me?”
Jayne nodded, pressing her face against Eleni’s hand. So good, it feels so good.
“Baby, I’m sorry to do it this way, but I need to see if she’s lying. I need to see if I can take you away from here without doing you harm. Do you trust me?”
Instead of answering, Jayne sucked one of Eleni’s fingers into her mouth, sucking it hard and then biting the tip as Eleni withdrew it.
Jayne moaned and began to beg. “Please, god, please Eleni make it stop. Make it go away. Fuck me, please.” She could hear herself begging as though from a distance, but the fire between her legs kept her from any rational thought.
She choked back a sob as Eleni slid a hand down her pants and palmed her throbbing crotch, pressing her soaked panties against her. Eleni pressed the heel of her palm against Jayne’s clit and moved quickly, but had barely started when an orgasm rocked through Jayne, nearly lifting her entire body off the stone slab. Jayne collapsed back to the stone, only to start riding Eleni’s hand again and Eleni saw the pain in her face as the desire only intensified.
She pulled her hand from Jayne’s pants, trying to sooth her when she started crying.
“What do you want?” Eleni asked tersely.
“Perhaps we can go back to your little boat and enjoy her together? You are one of the nicest looking vampires I have seen for a very long time, and she is one of the most beautiful mortals. I think it would make for a lovely evening. And then her desire will go, and I will come back to my territory. We all win.”
Eleni glanced at Jayne, worried that she had gone still, her body tense. “No death. You leave.”
“Excellent. Shall we?” The woman motioned toward the sea.
Gingerly Eleni scooped Jayne into her arms, moaning out loud at the heat and desire emanating from her soft body.
Together the three of them moved through the city at lightning speed, and once at Jayne’s boat the succubus took the wheel while Eleni cradled Jayne’s trembling, sweat covered body against her own.
Eleni pulled Jayne tighter against her. Although this wasn’t the way she wanted it to happen, she would have Jayne tonight, and every night, after this. The thought, mixed with the undeniable intensity of Jayne’s desire, sent a flood of wetness through her center.
When the other vampire laughed in delight, clearly scenting Eleni’s own arousal, she grimaced. She hated being forced into anything, and the Spanish vamp was forcing her hand with Jayne. But then, there were worse things than having sex with a beautiful vampire and a beautiful mortal at the same time.
They docked the little speedboat against the yacht and Eleni carried Jayne to the salon, where she laid her gently on the thick rug in front of the fireplace. The torn T-shirt fell open, exposing
Jayne’s amazing breasts and creamy skin.
“Boss? Everything okay?” Anna stepped into the room and stopped abruptly. “I wondered if I would see you here, Maria.” She crossed her arms over her chest and shot a nasty grin at the blonde vampire.
“Indeed. It’s been a hundred years, Anna. I’ve missed our fun. Perhaps you would like to join our little party?”
Anna raised an eyebrow at Eleni, who shook her head, and moved to hold Jayne’s hands against the rug since she was trying desperately to get Eleni to touch her.
“She’s used her powers to turn Jayne into a sex dinner. She says the only way to make it stop is for her to fuck Jayne. Is that true, Skinner?”
“Not exactly. She could make it stop if she wanted to, just by removing the magic. But if she goes away without taking away the magic, Jayne will exist in this state until it kills her. But yes, sex with the one who cast the spell will also cure it, assuming the spell isn’t recast.”
“Oh, how I’ve missed you, Anna. We used to have such good times. Come back to Spain, querida. Come back and have fun with me,” Maria whispered, pushing her body tightly against Anna’s, who remained as still as stone with her arms crossed.
“Your type of fun isn’t for me, Maria. And if you hurt Jayne, you’ll have everyone on this yacht to answer to.” Looking past her at Eleni, she said, “If you need me, boss, call me. I’m finished feeding for the night, so I’ll hear you. Keep your shields up, and you’ll be fine.” With that she pushed Maria away from her, none too gently, and slammed the door behind her.
“Let’s begin, shall we? Her need is overwhelming, isn’t it?” Maria slid her dress from her shoulders, revealing a black leather corset. The dress pooled at her feet like a puddle of rich blood, leaving her in black garters and thigh high stockings, her polished knee-high boots showing her shapely legs.
Eleni grunted in appreciation before letting go of Jayne’s hands. “Jayne, I’m going to undress you, love. I’m going to make love to you so this pain goes away. Do you understand?”
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