by K. Aten
Sarah continued to thrust into her lover while roughly kneading her breasts through the thin t-shirt with her free hand. To return the favor, Keller’s strong thigh was pressing firmly into Sarah’s over-heated crotch. “Keller—open for me!”
With those words Keller dropped her guard. All the heat, emotion, and lust from the crowd that was amplified by the wolf troupe washed over both of them. It beat them down, like hammered bronze, searing their skin and filling them. The coming orgasm, already hot, suddenly raged out of control as Keller and Sarah drank it all in. As one they cried out and the power finally slipped the bounds of their bodies. Exhausted, Sarah found herself collapsed backward on the couch with her sex throbbing, and Keller was draped across her. The fatigue though was short lived and was quickly replaced by a buzzing vitality. She looked into the darkened eyes of her lover. “Holy shit, Keller!” And then she began to laugh, a response that was quickly joined by the woman on top. Once they were able to get control of themselves, they stood and straightened their clothing, only to be startled by a slow clapping just inside the curtained doorway. Neither woman had seen Louve standing there.
“Magnifique! Vous êtes belle ensemble.” She approached the pair and stopped well within their personal space. The French woman took in their swollen lips and flushed faces, then gave a small sniff. She placed a hand on each of their cheeks. “Amazing! I could smell and feel your arousal from downstairs. Speaking of downstairs—” She paused before withdrawing her hands. “If you want to continue this with a third, the priest’s house was converted to an apartment.” She turned her hot gaze to Sarah. “I promise not to bite.” Her teeth clicked together with the last word and she let another rolling wave of energy flow across the women in front of her.
Keller glanced at her lover and watched as Sarah closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip. The arousal they thought quenched mere minutes before was now fanned back to flame by Louve’s push of power. She tried to speak and then had to clear her throat to be heard. “Perhaps—perhaps another time.” She started to pull her and Sarah away only to be stopped by the French woman’s hands clasping around their joined ones. There was a not unpleasant tingle that ran up both their arms. Louve’s voice trembled ever so slightly when she spoke.
“Please—it has been so long since I’ve felt that. Not since Catherine…”
Sarah looked into the dark eyes of the French woman. The attraction was there, curling around her stomach to places lower. Then she looked at Keller and saw indecision warring in her lover’s eyes. Was this something they wanted to do? Was this something they could do? She now understood the connection she had to the bar manager, and also understood the connection her lover had to the long-dead Catherine. Perhaps they all needed this in one way or another. “Keller.” When she had her lover’s attention she continued. “What would you like to do?”
Louve caressed their joined hands, her eyes holding both hope and sadness. “S'il vous plaît, mon féroce un.”
Keller glanced at her, then back at Sarah. Her emotions were torn between her new lover and old memories. “Are you sure?”
Sarah looked into Keller’s eyes and let her see the arousal still pulsing below the surface. Her anger at the French woman’s earlier actions was replaced by lust and a small amount of pity. Loss is always hard. “Let me text Annie and let her know we’ll take a cab home.”
Chapter Eight
THE THREE OF them stood in the curtained alcove unsure what to do next. After an excruciating minute of indecision, Louve gave one of her frequent grins and opened fully to them. Keller gasped. “So much power!” Then she opened herself as well and let the energy flow to Sarah. She whimpered as Louve let out a low growl. In a flash, the small French woman was in front of Keller pulling her into a hot and hard kiss. They were nearly the same size, though Louve appeared taller in her fancy top hat and boots. Their struggle for dominance was very real and obvious. Sarah was torn between jealousy and lust but before she could say or do anything, the little ringmaster drew back from Keller and pulled Sarah into a kiss that was just as fierce. Their mouths fought for control and Keller made a sound in the back of her throat, her libido suddenly going into overdrive.
Louve once again pulled away with a strangled groan escaping her red and swollen lips. “Come, I cannot control myself here with you two. We must go somewhere private away from all these pulsing people!”
She led them to a shadowed door nearby that turned out to be a hidden elevator. She produced a key card from the pocket of her vest and with a swipe and press of a button they were rumbling along to the basement level of the club. The trio exited into a hall with roughhewn stone walls and walked along until they came to a steel door. With another swipe of the key card they entered into the promised apartment. It featured a reasonable sized living room with a fireplace and an attached kitchenette. Louve merely laughed at the look on their faces. “There is more, come see.” She led them through a doorway into the bathroom. Marble tile and stainless steel fixtures were everywhere. Through another doorway they found the bathing chamber. It bore more resemblance to a small swimming pool than any sort of tub. Sarah noticed that the tub was full of steaming water. However, she pushed that to the back of her mind as the French woman led them away until they came to another door. Behind was a giant size bedroom. A massive canopy bed sprawled along one end. There was also a small seating area with dressers and a carved wood armoire along another wall. Louve opened the doors to the armoire and then pulled out the drawers. Sarah raised an eyebrow at the assorted implements inside. Keller sensed her lover’s curiosity and leveled a smirk in her direction.
Louve stopped and twirled around in place. “Well, will this suffice?”
Keller smiled and Sarah answered. “Oh yes.”
The little ringmaster laughed and clapped her hands together once. “Bon! Now, I don’t know about you, but I have found tonight to be very—hot, and I would like very much to bathe.” She stripped out of her costume as she walked back toward the bathroom. “Feel free to join me.”
Keller chuckled as Sarah watched the brunette’s nude backside sway out the door. The bar manager called to her. “Hey.” When she had Sarah’s attention, she continued. “Are you sure you’re okay with this? We can always leave if you want.”
Sarah returned her serious look. “Are you okay with this? What is she, your ex-lover’s ex-lover? Have you done this before with her?”
Keller nodded. “I have. Catherine and I spent many years together before Louve came along. They fell in love over time and I eventually lost Catherine to her, but before that we had many fun nights together.”
Sarah took her lover’s hand. “What happened to Catherine?”
Keller’s eyes turned dark with the memory. “I lost track of them for a few decades until Louve contacted me. She was frightened and desperate. Sometime in the years since I’d seen them, things just went wrong. For whatever reason, Catherine decided she wanted a child. Neither of them could have one for obvious reasons so Catherine had planned to infect a small child, to stay with her forever.”
Sarah gasped. “That’s—that’s horrible!”
“More than you can imagine. Rather than waiting until a child was near death and bringing them over, she grew impatient. She stole a young child and Louve caught her strangling the little girl in the middle of their London apartment. Anyway, they fought and the girl died. After that something inside Catherine broke. Louve caught her two more times with children draining their life away and not making any attempt to infect them at all. She would just let them die. When Louve couldn’t stand any more she tried to leave, only to be beaten and threatened by Catherine. She called me because she wasn’t powerful enough to stand up to her and didn’t know what else to do.”
“You killed her.”
Keller nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat. “Yes. She had become sick and twisted inside and needed to be stopped. I’ve seen Louve a few times over the years but we n
ever resumed any type of physical relationship.”
Sarah laid a hand on Keller’s cheek, caressing the smooth skin. “And you’re okay with this now?” As an answer, Keller leaned up and gave her a scorching kiss while her hands quickly worked to undress the musician.
“Come on—I feel sticky and I need some extra hands to wash my back.”
THE BATHING CHAMBER was warm as the two women strolled in hand in hand. They didn’t see Louve at first and then the French woman broke the surface of the bathing pool. Water cascaded off her shoulders and down her pert breasts. The small woman pushed the soaked strands of short dark hair away from her face and smiled broadly. She was lithe, with a smallish chest and a perfectly smooth pubic region. She was not particularly curvy but still very attractive. The ringmaster beckoned from the pool. In a matter of seconds both women found themselves sinking into the warm water. Sarah dropped down to wet her hair and when she broke the surface again, Keller and Louve were locked in an embrace, mouths feasting on each other. With the passionate display and their slicked back dark and light hair, Sarah found the scene highly erotic. Before she was aware of her own actions, the singer pressed the full length of her nude body against Louve’s back. She then reached her hands around to cup her breasts and tugged at the woman’s sensitive nipples. This elicited a cry from Louve and she squirmed against the front of Sarah’s body with arousal. Unable to ignore the new sensations any longer, Louve pulled away from Keller’s questing tongue and turned her face toward Sarah. While they kissed, Keller pressed her own nude body against Louve’s front. Now sandwiched between the two of them, the small brunette gasped and pulled back from Sarah’s mouth.
“Mon Dieu! You will kill me with a thousand little deaths before the night is out!” Sarah let her mouth trail along Louve’s neck, tasting that fine curve of skin as she moved down her shoulder. She continued caressing sensitive breasts, feeling the French woman’s breathing increase. Keller pressed even closer and Louve tensed for just a second before moaning in pleasure. Knowing the bar manager was intimately working between the moaning woman’s legs, Sarah cast her lover a heated gaze. With her free hand, Keller grabbed the back of Sarah’s head and pulled her into a kiss that was nothing but clashing teeth and tongues. They were both careful of the sharp points. When they broke free from each other, Sarah rubbed her sensitive breasts against Louve’s back. She could feel Louve tense between them, her nipples rock hard. The small woman keened the same words over and over. “Ça vient, ça vient!”
When Sarah looked at Keller, the other woman’s eyes had gone black as her mouth parted slightly and the sharp teeth became very noticeable. Sarah gave her a feral smile, her lust driving all other thought away. She nodded toward the woman between them. “Do it!” As soon as Keller’s teeth broke the delicate skin of Louve’s neck, the singer felt it deep inside. The French woman cried out, bucking between them, and Sarah’s sex clenched with the strength of Keller’s own orgasm. They rode the high for a long time, long after Keller had released Louve’s neck and licked along her bite mark. The threesome fell back in the water, finding benches along the edges just below the surface. While riding high with the other two, Sarah had not climaxed with them. She fought to keep Keller out because she was afraid to see any thoughts or feelings her lover may have for Louve and also afraid that Louve would pick up on her own thoughts or feelings. So because Sarah had held back, she sat in the water with face flushed, panting and trying to ignore the throbbing between her legs. She briefly considered taking care of her own needs but Keller was suddenly in front of her lifting her out of the water. She gently placed Sarah on the floor around the sunken tub and immediately began feasting on her sex. Sarah was very close and her cries rang through the chamber. Before a turned on Louve could even begin to join them, Sarah tumbled over the edge into ecstasy.
Louve’s laughter cut through Sarah’s panting whimpers. “Oh, but that was much too fast, mon amour!” Sarah watched the alluring woman walk up the steps and out of the pool. The French woman called out to them. “Come along. Let us take this someplace a little more comfortable. I do not want to drown when I finally get to taste the beautiful Sarah.” The singer blushed at Louve’s blatant promise.
By the time Keller and Sarah made their way back into the bedroom, Louve was standing near the bed. The small brunette was wearing nothing but a silk robe and a black leather harness at her hips. The large dildo jutting outward seemed incongruous on such a petite frame. She walked up to Keller with the member swinging distractedly. She looked deeply into the blue eyes of her long-time friend. “I want to feel your lover’s nails down my back while I fuck her, for this you can drink from me as much as you like.”
Keller smirked. “It’s not my consent you need, Louve, you need to ask the lady first.” Both the women with other blood looked toward Sarah, whose gaze had yet to leave the large strapon between Louve’s legs.
Sarah’s mouth was slightly parted and her eyes were glazed with the arousal that choked the room. She gave herself a little shake before tearing her gaze away. “I want—I want you both to fuck me before dawn!”
“Bon, ce serait la perfection!”
Keller swallowed and felt her teeth prick with the rising heat. “Why are we still standing here?”
Louve gave a tittering laugh and waved toward the armoire. “By all means, mon ami, help yourself!”
By the time Keller was wearing her own harness, Sarah was slick and ready for more. Louve hovered over the singer in missionary position and started working the large phallus into Sarah’s moist opening. The taller brunette cried out when the entire length of the large shaft was fully buried in her depths. Keller began kissing her while Louve set up a good rhythm, the stimulation overload only taking her higher. When Keller pulled back to work on the singer’s sensitized nipples, Sarah pulled Louve down into a rough kiss. During the kiss, Sarah fisted the short dark hair. “Fuck me!” The French woman growled in return and let a bit of her wolf come toward the surface. She snarled then picked up the pace and strength of her thrusting, smiling as Sarah moaned with each inward stroke. Strong calloused fingers clenched and blunt nails raked their way down the smaller woman’s back. Keller was panting with arousal, feeling Sarah’s approach to climax. She slipped her hand between the two women and lightly caressed the singer’s clit, fingers dancing in time with their rhythm. That was enough to send Sarah screaming over the edge, back bowed and blunt fingernails breaking the slickness of Louve’s skin. She moaned and twitched for a few minutes while Louve collapsed on top of her. The smaller woman had not finished but she was being courteous to leave the toy in place while Sarah’s sex recovered.
When the singer still hadn’t moved for a few minutes the French woman turned an unrepentant grin toward Keller. “I’m sorry, mon ami, I seem to have broken her. I do not think you will get your turn after all—”
Keller laughed. “Oh, she’s not done yet!”
Louve thought of the powerful orgasm that had only a few minutes before caused the woman below her to pass out. “Truly?”
“Oh yes, truly. Watch.” With both sets of eyes on her, Sarah’s eyes finally fluttered open. Her lips curled into a satisfied grin and she only slightly shuddered when Louve withdrew the toy and lay next to her on the bed. Before any of them could say a word, Keller had positioned herself between Sarah’s legs and began cleaning the wetness from her thighs, working her way up. By the time she had her tongue buried as deep as it would go, Sarah had her by the hair and was writhing against the smaller woman’s mouth.
“Keller, please! I need more!” Then abruptly, she pulled Keller’s head away. “Wait, I want to taste her when I go again.”
Louve had removed the harness and was reclining on the bed next to her. As soon as Keller sat up, Sarah rolled over and buried her face between the French woman’s legs. This still left plenty of room on the massive bed for Keller to take her from behind. As soon as Keller entered Sarah with the strap-on, the singer moa
ned her pleasure into Louve’s completely shorn folds. Resting on her elbows while her lover fucked her from behind, Sarah was able to insert two fingers into the French woman’s tight depths. They were immediately clenched by strong muscles and she knew Louve wouldn’t last long. She turned her head to look behind her. Catching blue eyes darkened with arousal, she whispered to her. “Harder, my love.” Sarah’s eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head with pleasure when Keller complied with her wishes. Trying to hold off her own impending release, the singer once again turned her attentions to the woman below her. She curled her fingers deep inside with each thrust and lapped the smaller woman’s clit repeatedly. In a matter of seconds Louve was forced off the bed with the strength of her orgasm, muscles clenching in fluttering waves around Sarah’s fingers. However, instead of relaxing into the afterglow, Louve quickly turned herself around, and took Sarah’s clit into her mouth. Keller adjusted her knees to accommodate the woman below them as Sarah’s moaning quickly built to a crescendo. She screamed out with a voice already hoarse from earlier and then she finally broke. Back bowed taut, her fingers dug into the bed below them while she writhed in pleasure. Still buried deep inside her lover, Keller rode her own orgasm then rolled them to the side when Sarah collapsed to avoid landing on the French woman below. Finally, Keller pulled out of the momentarily unconscious Sarah. Letting the harness drop to the floor, she curled around her lover from behind.
Louve had righted herself on the bed and reached across to run a finger down Sarah’s cheek. “She is amazing.” She pulled back and gazed at Keller. “You are both amazing to me. Thank you for tonight, mon ami.” She glanced back to Sarah, who had still not roused. “You are more than welcome to stay and join me for breakfast in the morning. I suspect we will all be well and truly hungry by then.”
Sarah’s eyes were still closed when she pulled Keller’s arms tighter around her. “Stay, breakfast in the morning.”
