"But, I don't understand," Hands scramble for purchase against the kitchen counter as the tall Viking continues thrusting into her.

"Silence, human." His fangs sink into her neck, breaking the skin. Eric sucks greedily at the blood welling up around the puncture.

"But, how?"

He growls into her skin, "Quiet."

"But, its cold!"

One hand fists in her ponytail, yanking her away from the counter, the other hand reaches around fondling swollen breasts before diving between her folds and flicking her clit. Spasms wrack her body as she cums, slumping backwards against his chest. His pace doubles and wet squelches fill the room. She struggles to catch her breath, heart thudding erratically against her chest.

"But… how… can it…." His hips swivel, altering the angle of his thrusts. A drawn out moan fills his ears and then she is arching, matching him pace for pace, grabbing on the counter again to push against him. "… be erect… and… coooold?"

Fingers dig into her throat, briefly compressing her esophagus in warning. "If you say one more word that isn't god, Eric, or more, I will gag those pretty little lips of yours." He punctuates his vow by twisting her nipples with his left hand until she cries out for mercy.

Not even the gag could quiet her huge pleading eyes. With a frustrated sigh he unties the scarf, tossing it over his bare shoulder.

"Fine." He growls. "Ask."

"How can something that has to have blood flow to be erect be cold?"

"Vamps don't have the same homeostasis as humans."

"Oh… So, it still has blood, but it's not warmed to the same temperature as it would be in the human body."

"Exactly."

"So…" Her thumbs twiddle awkwardly for a moment. "Round 2?"

"No." A black wife beater slithers over his head, covering the muscular chest. "And no more science books for you."

"But, Eric…" Tanned hands cradle her breasts, slowly kneading and squeezing them. "You don't fool me. I know you enjoy it when I talk nerdy to you."

"You bent over in front of me to show me your new thong."

"I was talking as I bent over! Didn't you pay attention?!"

"Not to your words."

"Huh…" Eric inwardly groaned as she suddenly grinned mischievously. "How would you feel about a control group for the last experiment?"

"Explain."

"You, me, Pam's desk."

"I will not save you from Pam's wrath...this time."

"Aww… Eric!" Impatient hands hoist the human across a very broad shoulder. A tree trunk arm latches across smooth thighs and playful smacks trigger happy squeals as the Viking totes his plunder to his progeny's office.

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Sex in the Air

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After being trussed to the uncomfortable desk for the better half of the night, she was exhausted.

"Pam, please!" Pam ignored her pleas as she signed yet another document on her bare back. The pen scratches made her bare back itch like crazy.

"I warned you of the consequences."

"It was Eric's idea."

"That is untrue." Eric reached over, tweaked a nipple then continued to review his reports.

"Well, he started it!"

"That is also untrue." Other nipple got tweaked.

"… Well, you finished it!"

"As usual."

Pam's bright red nails scraped across the bare bottom nicely displayed on her desk. "Hold still." She commanded.

"I am." The human was not holding still. Pam twisted the viberator up another notch, pleased when it whirred faster and flesh quaked in front of her. The human was definitely not holding still. "Please, let me go! I promise I'll be good!" The human squirmed again and again, panting, arching against Pam's touch.

Pam ignored the ceaseless begging and returned to her work. "Much better than the usual air freshener."

Eric agreed.