AN: Thank you all for the kind words of encouragement, your messages and your alerts. I certainly appreciate it! To make up for my long absence, the Viking is making an appearance along with some lemony zest. I know it's short. However, I'm already writing the next chapter. Ok. Are we all cool now? :)
Btw, this is unbeta'd, as this is an ungodly hour. So, all mistakes are solely mine.
Again, I own nothing. I just like to stroke the Viking.
Fangtasia.
Two weeks prior to present day, (approx. date: September 18th).
"Ohh P-a-m," Eric sung, while he used his muscular biceps to raised himself from his desk.
He had been diligently working on the week's payroll when all of a sudden he was moved (read: bored) enough to look up, especially when his ear's caught a little moan escape from Pam's lips.
It sounded like she was feeding. With a whiff through his nostrils, he could smell something akin to her fragrant arousal.
The problem herein was that Pam was sitting in his office alone, working on Fangtasia's merchandise orders. Within a flash, he was towering directly over her body. It was time to set his child straight. He let her get away with far too much.
Eric could clearly see that Pam was not working but in fact in the midst of her downtime, taking a cat-nap on company time. "She is lazy, but loyal," Eric reminded himself.
Before he could reprise the reproach playing in his head, another moan escaped her lips.
She seemed to be unaware that he was directly overhead of her.
"How odd," thought Eric, "that her senses do not react to me being so close to her. I am her maker."
He stared at her void of expression.
Meanwhile, her heated scent filled the room.
Curiously, Eric lowered himself into a kneeling stance in front of her.
Pam was sitting wearing his favorite burgundy leather corset that accentuated her rather full breasts. Eric was a boob man and he liked to have his breasts upright and perky, just ready for the grabbing (if he so felt inclined). Her tight matching skirt and killer Betsy Johnson fuck-me pumps completed her Morticia-of-the-night ensemble. Eric's eyes glazed over watching Pam's opened-legged position, which naturally made her skirt ride up her creamy thighs making it very short, indeed. From his current position, it was rather apparent that Pam still had an affinity for shaving her pussy in the shape of a target. He quietly laughed to himself, showing a little fang.
It had been many years since Eric and Pam had been lovers. After the first 50 years, they'd gone their separate ways sexually. He onto the hordes of woman (and a few lucky men) that pursued him, and she onto the other gender – women. He'd always been fond of her aroused state and her fanned-out labia was just an open invitation to rehash old times, Eric thought, as his long middle finger trailed up and down her folds. She was slick. Very slick, indeed.
His member suddenly twitched aching to be inside his woman.
With one hand he teased Pam's engorged lips and with the other he texted Sookie's phone.
Eric took pride in being a multi-tasker.
Lover, be awaiting my presence after your shift. We shall be traveling by air this night. I do hope you took a nap earlier. I may have you up very late. - E
He tickled Pam's nub with his thumb and made obscenely fast circles around her mound, thus making her wail in ecstasy. This pleased him greatly. With a devilish look, Eric licked his soaking thumb clean before placing it back and tasting the juices of her folds. "Delicious," he licked his lips. "Just like the old days," he wickedly thought.
A quick glance to his gracious plentiness confirmed that he still had another half-hour to finish his business before he'd leave to pick up Sookie. He'd be busting at the seams by then. His lover would be quite appreciative. Of that, he was quite sure.
Arching his brow, he decided to add another test.
"Oh P-a-m. I have two meals for you. One in each hand. Both young, juicy and quite palatable," he lasciviously breathed in her ear.
Her perfectly-painted mouth opened slightly and her tongue darted lightly across her full lips.
"Uggghh," she moaned again. Pam's lower body was soaking in her own juices by now as Eric's fingers continued to stroke Pam's folds without abandon.
He was a very good master.
As his thumb did a final hard press on her womanly bundle of nerves, the howling vampiress arched her back into such a violent arc that she nearly knocked him off his feet. Needless to say, Pam was in a good place. All thanks to Eric, "I give multiple orgasms" Northman.
Her pale, petite fingers started to gently maul the air in front of her, almost like a kitten. "M-i-n-e," she elongated her throaty call and started hissing in S's. "S-s-s-s-s-s-o-"
His eyebrow arched in response.
Eric did a very human gesture and loudly cleared his throat. It was time to awaken his progeny.
At this sound, Pam abruptly opened her eyes out of her stupor and tried to compose herself quickly as vampiricly possible.
"I'm all wet. What the fuck?" she quietly mimed.
Her thoughts were reeling back and forth within herself.
As most days at work, Eric was bored. He'd already stretched his long, muscular legs behind his desk by the time she'd looked up. She uncharacteristically squeaked, "S-sorry Master. I must check on the bar."
She couldn't look him in the eye.
"Again?" she thought to herself.
"SHIT. What happened? What did he hear?"
This was rather disconcerting. Pam liked to be in control. And in this, she was powerless.
Out in the hall, Pam studiously twirled her black leather bracelet that in pink read, "WWAD?"
"Oh Abby, what would you do?" she mumbled to herself.
A few feet away an emaciated, androgynous Goth boy was eyeing Pam like she was the smokiest, juiciest cut of beef at the Sizzler and he was holding up waving the $100 gift certificate he saved from his birthday. It was nights such as these that Pam hated working at the club. Fangtasia had it's many perks (read: blood & sex on tap), but the wanton desperateness that oozed by both the fangbangers and the tourists was the proverbial fly in her bloody ointment.
He was heading in her direction.
"Great," she rolled her eyes.
"Miss Pam," he licked his lips, "you do look divine this evening," he drawled. Pam was in no mood for this. . .this. . .what did Sookie call them? Hicks. Yes, that was it. Hicks.
She venomously flashed her fangs at him and spat, "Out of my way, vermin!"
With his heart racing a thousand miles a minute, the poor boy did the fastest walking U-turn in human history. It was good to remind them, that yes, vampires were beautiful but they were also lethal as well.
Now that she was free from distraction, Pam was finally free to lurk in the shadows and unzip her cleavage enough to take out a miniature pink notebook along with a very sharpened, wooden pencil from within her leather corset. In Pam's line of work, you never knew who could post a threat, so it was reassuring to know that her boobs were mighty deadly.
It was time to involve the big guns.
Pam started putting thoughts to paper.
Dear Abby. . .
AN: OK. Smutty much? *LOL* What can I say? Pam is one of my favorite SVM characters. She and Eric are like The Wonder Twins. "Activate!" :)
I would really love your input. Believe me we are going somewhere with this story. It's not just gratuitous smut. *bites lip* Ok. Some of it is, but not entirely! Hey, I'm honest. If you had access to a kneeling Eric, you'd go there too!
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