So it's a bit short, but (Look Krystal, comma usage!) I have so much work and studying to do, it's all I could manage right now. Super duper thanks to my beta, krystal214. you rock, Lover.

Damon's hand moves to his neck and I cry out for him to stop. They both look at me like I'm a chicken with its head cut off running around the coop, so I state the obvious, "Maybe Damon could put his blood in a glass or something. Just think about what happened when Pam had his blood, Eric. I don't want you passing out or humping his leg."

Eric scowls as Damon erupts in laughter. "Oh my, that would be quite the sight, wouldn't it?" Damon gathers his wits and looks at Eric. "Oh, stop sulking. I don't know who's more petulant, you or Pam? Sookie is right. Wonder how Pamela's going to react to you taking my blood?"

Damon walks over to the bookcase on the back wall where there are a couple of glasses on one of the higher shelves. His fangs click down and he tears open his wrist, letting his blood pour into the tumbler. Well, if you can call that pouring. It's like that old Heinz ketchup commercial where the guy opens the bottle on the roof and runs down to the ground to catch it on a hot dog or something. It's so thick, yet seems alive as it settles in the glass. I know it's more than what I had, but no one says a thing. As the wound seals, Damon places the glass on the desk.

He opens the door to leave, smirking at us. "I'm going to throw out all of the humans in a few minutes."

The door starts to close and Eric begins to strip. I am dumbfounded. "What the hell are you doing?"

Eric licks his lips. Sweet Sheppard of Judea, the man just oozes sex. "Lover, we know how I will react to his blood. Why rip a perfectly good pair of pants when we both know I'm going to fuck you senseless in a few moments?"

He's in front of me before I can form a reply. He shoves my jeans down, rips my underwear off and I help yank off my top and bra. There's no need to ruin a perfectly nice piece of lingerie. I can't believe I'm encouraging him.

He goes to grab the glass and stands before me once more, slowly raising the tumbler to his lips. Just inhaling the scent of Damon's blood makes his dick rise and his fangs shoot down, but he never breaks eye contact with me and my body is humming for him. I don't know how long we just stay there like that. It's its own kind of foreplay. He tilts the glass up and as the first drop of blood hits his lips, a powerful orgasm rips from him.

I cry out as his lust chokes me, making me fall to my knees in front of him while jet after jet of his cum shoots out, spraying my chest and chin as he finishes drinking Damon's blood. I could be mad, but I am greedily using my fingers to sop up his man juice to taste. I smile wickedly at my Viking as his erection stands firm in front of me. He watches as I swirl his very essence off my chest and bring my drenched fingers to my lips. I lick my digits clean as he crushes the glass in his hands.

He whispers my name and I know he wants to have sex with me, but I want to be traditional and wait until after the ceremony to consummate our love. Corny? Totally. Ridiculous? Sure, but it's what I want.

I gaze upon his impressive length with a bit of trepidation. I am inexperienced, but I want, no need, to please him in this way, to share something that I hadn't with Bill.

I tentatively stick out my tongue to clean away the pearls of fluid still gathered on his Viking Longship. Our groans mix as the strokes of my tongue get braver. It's decadent how good he tastes, better than that Godiva chocolate Lafayette swears is better than sex.

Soon I allow my throat to relax as I try to take more of him. His hands get tangled in my hair as he starts a rhythm of fucking my mouth. I use my hands to make up for what cannot fit while I massage his balls with one and grip his shaft tightly with the other. I think it's the vamp blood that thankfully makes breathing rather unnecessary at the moment.

"Lover, good gods, woman...you are incredible..." His hips start to move faster and I use my teeth to scrape against his skin. He growls as his grip on my hair tightens. "Yes...oh, I am so... fuck... squeeze my balls. Sookie...feel how heavy they are for you..." His movements get jerky before the first drop of semen hits my tongue. Soon he's coating my throat with it, but his grip never loosens. His movements become softer as he empties in my mouth. "Swallow every fucking drop... good girl."

I move away to lick my lips just before he pulls me up to kiss away what remained on my lips. He shoves me back onto his desk before dropping to his knees to return the favor. Guess I did alright for a beginner.

DPOV (when he left the office) - - -

I close the door behind me, chuckling softly at Sookie's small outburst as Eric starts to undo his jeans. His snappy comeback makes me laugh some more as I walk towards the bar, smelling sex and a fairy's arousal in the air. Of course, the other vampires here can't smell a thing, but I'm so much cooler than the whole lot of them. I lean against the wall, eyeing Pam sitting on the throne looking utterly bored.

Pam Ravenscroft. She compels me; straight to the very soul humans say we, as vampires, lack. Her wit. Her charm. Her sharp tongue. Her body. Her loyalty to those she cares for, no matter her indifference. Her sex. Oh, how I so enjoy her sex.

I tilt my head back towards the office, smelling Eric's lust as it rolls off his body. I turn my attention back to Pam whose fangs have already run out. I lick my lips before pushing myself off the wall to jump onto the bar. I let my fangs run out as I watch Pam shift in her seat. I nod my head at Chow, who turns off the sound system.

"Bloodbags, get the fuck out! Those who are not vampires are to leave." All eyes are on me, yet no one moves. I let a bit of my power shift through the air as I scream, "Now!"

Bodies, including the few Weres Sookie noticed earlier, start heading towards the door. Thankfully it's near closing time so there aren't that many left anyway. I notice the other vampires' fangs have dropped when it hits me. I turn my head to see Pam, my Pam, has spread her legs open on the throne as an orgasm courses through her body. Her hands grip the arms of the throne, breaking the sides as her body jackknifes. I vaguely recall someone mentioning it has just been replaced for the very same reason.

My own cock rises before I notice the others start to move closer. I open my senses up and feel Eric's lust again as his fairy pleases him, knowing Pam will be sharing in his excitement again shortly.

Pam's fingers find their way to her wet snatch and she wastes no time sliding her fingers into her… no, my pussy. It's quite the show and I find myself very annoyed that I'm not the only one watching it. Well, it's only right I rectify the situation quickly.

I jump down, "Stand down. She is mine."

One vampire dares to hiss at me. I waste no time ripping his head from his body. I look at the others who start to back away because it was done in less time than one blinks. Pam moans start to get louder while her eyes never leave me. I make my way towards her, not even bothering to clean my hands.

Her voice is hoarse with hunger. A hunger only I can satisfy, "Han har har din blod. Äsch fuck jag."

I laugh as I squeeze my dick through my pants. "I plan on doing just that but first I must taste you."

I drop to my knees in front of her, offering my bloody hands to her. She quickly sucks my fingers clean as if they were my cock in her mouth. As she releases the last of my fingers, I drop my hands to her chest to squeeze her tits. I run my hands down to rip off the offending material that dares hide her body from me. She spreads her legs over the broken arms of the throne. Her sex glistens and I can hear the groans of appreciation behind me.

I turn around, "You are all to remain here to bear witness to your Sheriff's pledging ceremony. But for now, enjoy the show and make sure when you leave here, it is known that the only one that gets this piece of flesh is me, your Magister. To touch her is punishable by True Death."

Pam pulls on my hair, "Blah, blah, blah...fuck me with your tongue already. I can feel my Maker's orgasm approaching."

I waste no more time and bury my face in her curls. My tongue penetrates her cunt as if it were my dick. Deep thrusts teasing her as one of my fingers finds her clit and I feel her tighten on my tongue as she cums suddenly while screaming my name - my name and no one else's. I start to move my face away, but her thighs tighten around my head.

I humor her by staying in place and sinking my fangs into her. She screams again as she cums while riding my face before her body becomes like liquid and her thighs fall apart.

I stand, not even bothering to wipe away her juices before she jumps to her feet and hauls my mouth to hers. I can feel my dick threaten to burst through my zipper, but now is not the time. I pull away sadly to speak to those around us. "Clean up that body. Mop up his remains. Chow, make sure that the True Blood shit is hidden and break out the Royalty Blend in the basement. We shall give the lovers a bit of time to freshen up. Meanwhile, I've got a pussy to bury my cock in."

I pull Pam down the hall, pausing at Eric's door as Sookie's cries get louder and louder. I grin wickedly at Pam before knocking. I can feel Eric's amusement as he tells me to fuck off. "You have fifteen more minutes. Sookie needs to get ready."

Pam's hands have already found my dick as we make it to the locker room in the back. I pull out my phone to hand to her. "Call Jessica. She should bear witness. Actually dial her number and get on your knees. I'll speak to her."

I adore it when my lover is so agreeable and does just that.