After Frank and a gothic Heather had left, Joey was rather eager for round two with Catalina.
"Now then, where were we?" he teased, glad that the awkward interruption was finally over.
Catalina looked rather bitter.
"Are visitors going to be a common thing?" she asked, almost completely turned off after the visit of Frank and his ghoul.
"They're the second visitors this apartment has ever had, and that's counting you. No more visits in the forseeable future." he answered.
Catalina was not convinced.
"Why is being a vampire dangerous?" she probed.
Joey, knowing that you should treat your ghoul well or be betrayed, folded like an empty purse.
"Being kindred, our word for vampire, makes you very powerful. It also puts a target on your head the size of the moon. Being immortal if you survive any dangerous encounters makes you smarter and more dangerous but also more notorious." he explained.
"So you get armed and make connections, like being a criminal but supernatural. ¿Correcto?" she reasoned.
"Exactly! But I'm only telling you because you're a part of the 'unlife' now."
"Because I'm your ghoul?"
"Being a ghoul, even existing in this way, puts you in danger." he finished, hoping Catalina would understand.
"What are the benefits of being a ghoul?" she asked, becoming optimistic and leaning closer to her master.
"Well, your overall stronger and faster and immortal as long as you feed on vamp blood at least once a month."
"Anything else?" she pressed herself against him, feeling wet again from looking at him.
"You might learn a discipline if we both survive long enough, plus a few tricks you only get from experience." Joey finished, looking into her eyes and wrapping his arm around her waist.
Catalina climbed into his lap and wrapped her Arms around his neck.
"Give me one 'discipline' I could learn, master." she leaned in and pressed her lips to his then grinned as she pulled from the light kiss.
"Well, you already know how to entrance someone. It certainly worked on me." Joey pulled her back in and nipped at her neck.
Catalina began grinding against him, feeling his hard shaft through his pants and staining said pants in the process.
Joey bucked into her, assuming his subtle use of presence worked, and started undoing the shirt she was wearing. Luckily that was all she was wearing.
She pushed him back and roughly pressed her lips to his, forcing her tongue into his mouth. Joey tried to multitask but only got halfway down the buttons before he pulled her closer, her breats now exposed and pressing against his bare chest.
The two laid down across the couch eith Joey on his back. He reach to his waist to undo his pants. Catalina was busy running her hands along the firm muscles of his torsoe and sloppily attacking his mouth with her own.
Joey finished undoing his pants and pushed them down to his knees, revealing his throbbing length which Catalina began to grind against. She couldn't help but moan at the pleasure.
Catalina halted her ministrations and pulled her lips from his. She then grabbed his cock and slowly took it into her tight, hot, cunt.
This sensation set her off. She gently lowered herself onto him, stretching her snatch around his girthy manhood.
After a moment she started riding him slowly until they settled into a rhythm with Joey fucking her from below.
Catalina rode him harder, making a wet slapping sound as their flesh collided. She could feel herself getting close again, all the same heat from before building up and seirling around inside her.
She couldn't stop herself from clenching up when it finally came, nor could she stop the scream that followed.
Joey felt her clench up and heard her scream. He took a certain pleasure in knowing that he was the cause of this.
As she was catching her breath, he decided to take charge. He did so by pushing her back and onto the couch as he climbed on top, pushing her legs up to her head.
This went far easier than expected. She was quite flexible.
"How are you so flexible?" Joey queried, intrigued by this and brewing up ideas for new positions.
Catalina grinned from her position on the couch, pulling a leg behind her head.
"I do pilates. Maybe you could help me with my exercises." she teased, feeling him prodding her entrance once again.
He pushed in once again, eliciting an an almost scream from Catalina. She was still very sensitive.
He angled himself toward her g spot, hoping to really make her scream. He plunged deep, making her yelp at the pleasure.
Catalina was on edge once again. Her vision was fading and her legs were going numb more and more from each thrust.
Joey felt a familiar pressure in his balls. He thrusted faster into Catalina, making her scream.
Finally Catalina reached her climax and choked out one last shout. Joey, however, wasn't able to reach his and kept going.
Her pussy clenched around him, but he wouldn't stop. He was so close but not quite there.
Catalina was still riding out the orgasm, her eyes rolling into the back of her head and most of her body lost between numbness and burning pleasure.
Joey could feel it builfing up and getting closer.
Finally, the climax hit. He released inside of her womb, filling her until she overflowed. It felt like falling from the stratosphere.
Catalina could barely breathe as the orgasm dragged on further and a great heat filled her core.
She felt exhausted. Joey felt exhausted.
He left himself inside her as he pulled her legs from behind her head and laid beside her on the couch.
The night was young, but they were both spent. He pulled her back to his chest and felt a warm, sticky, liquid leaking out around his shaft again.
Catalina was far too tired to stay awake at this point. She let sleep take her as she felt nothing but exhaustion from the drawn out climax and comfort from being in the arms of her master.
Joey, too tired from the two rounds of pleasure and climaxes and hoping he could spend the night in, let torpor take him.
As he entered the dreamless sleep, he felt comfort at the warmth of his new ghoul.
A.N. Make me stop having ideas for this.