A/N: Here's chapter fifty-four! Lots of affection in this chapter, with hints of backstory and foreshadowing…Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Bloodlines, but I do own my OCs. Also this entire chapter is a little risqué, if you want you can skip the less important parts.
The eight o'clock news flicked on the screen, waking Mercurio from his rather peaceful nap. It was rare his dreams were so calm, so passive. Usually he'd get thrust back into his days before he knew vampires were real, when he feared his life more than he did now.
He sat up and went into the bathroom, combing his hair and brushing his teeth. Yeah, his sleep schedule was completely screwed up. Thank the vamps for that, along with his other weird habits. But one thing that always remained true was the eight o'clock news.
Once that came on, it was vamp time. That was when he got calls, when he had to deal with the strange clients of the night rather than the shifty ones during the day. He had to look his best at night, really, cause he represented LaCroix. At least during the day, he could say and do whatever he wanted, and no one would really care.
Harper came to his mind, briefly. She was so much closer to LaCroix, she spent hours in his office, hours doing tasks for him. Mercurio himself was more of a partner to him. An agent, as his boss insisted. Seventy-five percent of his profits went to LaCroix, the other twenty five, LaCroix turned a blind eye to it.
If only Harper would smile for once. She was pretty, and she was probably the closest friend the man had ever had. Yet she was always depressed, resentful or drunk. She was wasting her life away, every second of it.
And every time he told her that, she'd say she'd be around forever, so time doesn't matter.
He stepped out of the bathroom and adjusted his jacket, heading to the bedroom and pulling out a few suitcases, eyeing over his stock. He had enough for tonight, he hoped, enough for two to three clients.
And just like that, the phone rang. Scared him too, he jumped before he stood up and grabbed the phone, "Santa Monica Suites, room four, what can I get for ya?"
"Yeah…Mercurio?" A slightly rough voice asked, "It's…uh, Slade…I don't know if you remember me or not…"
"Slade, huh?" He asked, "Doesn't ring a bell. Sorry, kid, I got a lot of customers."
"I was in that group who helped you with the whole Astrolite thing…the Toreador fledgling…"
"Oh, I didn't know your name!" He laughed, his voice was something bright that Slade felt was too chipper for all this Kindred business, "Hey, hey, what can I do for ya?" He asked, "You lookin' for some fire power?" He leaned against his bed, "I can hook ya up wit a discount, too, for all da help ya gave me."
"Uh, well…it's not for me…I'm sending a couple of my friends over…they could use some guns…"
"Oh, some friends, huh? You wan' me to give 'em a discount?" He asked, a twinge of hesitance in his voice, "I mean, I gotta make a profit somehow, not sure how much I can cut off…"
"It's fine, you do what you have to do." He said, then nervously added, "They…they're also Malkavian…"
"Alright." He said, "I don't mind, I'm sure they're no crazier than any other vamp I got walkin' in here."
"Alright, thanks for everything."
"Uh huh. Hey, good luck out there. Drop by if you ever need anything, I got it."
"Alright, see ya Mercurio."
"Uh huh." He said as he hung up, dusting his shirt off as he headed into the living room, sitting on the couch and waiting patiently. He grabbed his laptop and checked his emails, scrolling through the updates the Prince left him. LaCroix would occasionally send him messages about current events in the Camarilla, just to ensure his agent was updated. For him to understand some information about whoever might stumble through his doors.
He looked up as the door opened. He smiled as he closed his laptop, "Hey, what can I do for ya?"
Dragomir chuckled softly, "Hello, Mercury. Hmm. You're an interesting man, aren't you?" He looked around.
"Uh…thanks." Mercurio said, "What can I get for ya?"
"We need boom-sticks, fleet-footed god." Genevieve said as she clasped her hands together.
"I got whatever you need. Jus' one minute." He said as he went into his bedroom and grabbed a few cases of goods, coming back in and opening them up on the couch, "You take a good look at whatever ya want."
Dragomir adjusted his glasses as he kept looking around, focused more on the room than the guns.
Genevieve was looking at one of his assault shotguns, "Ooh…what a spastic shotgun…"
He chuckled, "Yeah, that's the Spas-fifteen, my personal favorite, for a shotgun. I'm more of a…machine gun kinda guy."
Dragomir peeked over, then grabbed the flamethrower, "Ooh, dragon's breath…"
"Oh, uh…" Mercurio swallowed hard, "Yeah, you gotta keep quiet about dat one, vamps all over've been tryin' 'a get their paws on it."
"Can I try it?" He grinned.
"No, no, no…" Mercurio held his hands up, "I…I kinda like my place here…"
Dragomir put it down, "I shouldn't have it…shot guns are more my flavor."
"Yeah, course." He said, looking at Genevieve "She's got da best one right there."
Dragomir looked at the Spas, "I should…should take a different type, in case we're pitted in cage together, against a common enemy. What else do you have?"
"Uh, well, there's the Utica…" He opened up another case, "Good for righties and lefties."
Dragomir picked it up with a grin, "Yes, I like this one."
"I like this one…" Genevieve hugged the Spas close, "But…I might want more…"
Mercurio chuckled, "So long as ya got enough green stuff, sure, buy all the guns you want."
"Green stuff?" Dragomir asked, "Oops."
"…'oops'?" Mercurio asked, "Both of yous got money, right? Or one of ya?"
Dragomir laughed.
"You take lollipops, right?" Genevieve asked.
Mercurio swallowed hard, "Uh…yeah, I uh…hear my phone in the other room, I'll be right back." He went into the bedroom and quickly dialed back the most recent caller, "Slade? You busy?"
"No. What's going on?" Slade answered.
"Your friends don't got no money." He said, then he laughed, "They got lollipops, not sure if LaCroix'll take 'em."
He gave a long, disappointed sigh, "Alright…I…I should've known that. Whatever they buy, I'll pay for, okay? I'll swing by later tonight and pay you. Can you do that? I don't…I don't know how this sort of business works, I typically buy swords…"
"Yeah, don' worry about it, I don't gotta pay the guy 'til Friday." He said, "You got all week, take your time. I'm lookin' at four-fifty, that too steep?"
"No, no, that should be fine." Slade said.
"Alright, I'll see ya whenever you got the time then."
"I'll be over in a few hours to pay you. Damn it…I'm sorry about all this…"
"Hey, hey, don' worry 'bout it, it's fine." He said, "Business is business, I'm not complainin'."
"Alright, see you in a few hours."
"See ya." He said as he hung up and went back into the living room, "Sorry 'bout that, no biggie. Yeah, go on, take whatever you want, you two are off the hook dis time."
"Damn, now I pity Slade…" Dragomir sighed.
"I want this one!" Genevieve squeezed the Spas tightly.
"Alright, perfect." He turned to Dragomir, "You want the Utica?"
"Yes, I think so."
"Alright, you guys want some ammo too?"
"Yes, I think that's quite important."
Mercurio chuckled, "Yeah, can't do too much wit a gun wit no ammo." He said as he opened up another case that had some boxes inside. He handed them two boxes, "Uh…do me a favor…don' carry those around too flashy-like…don' want the cops huntin' yous down and fingers pointin' every which way…"
"Aw…I like being flashy…" Dragomir mused as he tucked the boxes in his pockets, "Is this better?"
"Golden."
Genevieve's eyes lit up with enthusiasm as she squeezed her gun and ammo closely, "Now I have a collection…"
Mercurio chuckled, "You can come back whenever you need more, got it? I'm the place to go."
"The Prince." Dragomir said, "He is your food-giver, yes?"
"Uh…yeah, I'm his ghoul." The sudden turn in conversation surprised him.
"So the money goes not to you, it goes to LaCroix?"
"We split the funds. He pays for my food, any taxes, any other stuff I need…he's a nice guy."
"Mmm, is that so…?" Dragomir crossed his arms and thought, "I've recently started working for him, his head is a funny place."
"Yeah, he's kinda got an interesting way of thinkin'. I don' question it. Kinda a Ventrue sorta thing."
"Hm. Well, it was nice to meet you. We will meet again."
"Yeah, course. Catch ya later."
Genevieve reached for his hand as they left, nuzzling her head on his shoulder, "Were you curious about Mercury's allegiance?"
"I was." He squeezed her hand, "Because mercury is what drives the hatters mad, isn't it? He will be a part in his decline, I feel….but I have no clue how. He seems fairly innocent, out of the loop, disconnected from all this madness."
"Even a cold-hearted, murderous regnant will have love and support, so long as the sacred blood bond is in place."
"Mmm, yes, an unfortunate lifestyle…"
"Genevieve?" A calculating and feminine voice asked.
Dragomir held her hand tighter as they turned around to meet the person who called for her. She looked like a scientist of some sort, with black hair in a bun, glasses, goggles hanging around her neck, a white lab coat and black dress shoes.
Genevieve blinked a few times, she hid behind Dragomir, "Madame-boss-lady…"
"I haven't seen you in a while…" She said softly, "I'm glad to see you're doing well."
She gave a small nod, still hiding behind Dragomir with a shiver, terrified, "They took my shell from me…"
"Your…your shell…?" She asked.
"Her home." Dragomir provided a translation, still a bit weary of this woman.
"They took your home…? Do you have somewhere to live?" She asked.
She gave another quick nod.
'Madame-boss-lady' paused as she looked around, then met her eye again, "Do you need some sort of job? Do you need cash?"
She closed her eyes and shook her head, tearing up.
"Genevieve…" She took a step closer, but Dragomir stepped closer to her as well, making the scientist take a step back, "I don't want to hurt you." She said, "I never wanted to hurt you…I didn't want you to get hurt, that's why I let you go…you just seemed like you needed help…like you needed somewhere else to go, it was too dangerous there."
"Mmm-hmm…" Genevieve sniffed.
"I wouldn't mind hiring you back…just…in a different position…a safer place…" She gave a small smile, "You were always my smartest employee."
"She'll consider it." Genevieve said.
She gave a small nod, "Alright…you take care then, okay?"
Genevieve nodded back, then she stuck her head on Dragomir's shoulder, "Where are we going now?"
He pet her hair, "Where did you want to go?" He shifted the shotgun in his arm so it'd stop poking his collarbone, "Back to the apartment? Unless you wanted to get any blood at the hospital. We could play with Voerman's ghoul too, he doesn't like me much."
"Home."
He nodded and kissed her cheek before they stood at the edge of the sidewalk and waited for a taxi to drive by. A few people gave them nervous looks, what with the guns in their arms. Finally a taxi slowed down. "Ooh, I wonder if it's Tim." Dragomir said as they got inside, after he held the door open for Genevieve.
The ride was quiet, only because it wasn't Tim. Dragomir seemed grumpy.
They got home with plenty of night left, entering the apartment without a hitch to security. Probably because there was none.
He set the gun down on the counter with the others, adding the boxes of ammo as well, "Very good. Very good job today, both of us. If only my true sight could support these firearms like yours."
Genevieve tilted her head to the side, "My true sight is better than yours?"
"Well, I would think your everything is better than mine. I'm very green, dear, only a few months, whereas you've been living this life for years."
She sat on the couch and crossed her legs, "You can borrow my boom-sticks, if you'd like, for your mission impossible." She said. Dragomir didn't know what she was talking about at first. Until he remembered that Slade called him about an important mission in a house on the hills. That he would need Dragomir's help to succeed in the mission, and that he would set up a deal with Mercurio to get him some guns.
"You wouldn't mind?" He sat next to her and looked around for the remote to turn the news off.
She shook her head, "You'll need them more than I do."
He smiled and kissed her cheek again, "Why thank you." He reached forward and turned the TV off with the power button, giving up his quest to find the remote. Genevieve smiled back as he sat back down, snuggling with him and getting cozy on his lap. He took his glasses off and threw them lightly onto the table, pressing his lips against her neck before he asked, "So Madame-boss-lady…"
She tensed up, "From a time when I still breathed…"
"She was your employer…but where? What did you do?"
"Santa Claus is extra nice, Christmas Eve."
He smiled and pet her hair, his eyes in a trance, "What type of science, there are thousands of branches."
"Healing juice."
"Ah…how wonderful…" He held the base of her head with one hand and her outer thigh with the other as he brought their lips together briefly, "Is there a night shift? Or, I suppose a better question is, would you ever want to go back?"
"I…I haven't thought about it…"
"Well, you have all the time the world has to offer."
She smiled and gave a deep giggle as she leaned in, "So…do you want to…stick your magazine…up my stock now?" She asked, licking the side of his head and bit of his ear.
He chuckled and reached up her top, giving her breasts a firm squeeze through the bra, "Yes I would…I would like that very much…"
She sighed and leaned most of her weight on him, letting him do whatever he pleased. His hands rubbed her shoulder blades in broad circles before he pulled her top off, about to unclasp the bra before he paused, "Slade…there's a chance he'll come home, isn't there?"
Her big green eyes met his briefly, "Shall we make it quick, then?"
"But that isn't fair to you."
She smiled and rubbed her hands down his back, feeling up his butt relentlessly, "Please…?" She begged. He snickered and unhooked her bra, taking it off and flinging it over the back of the couch. He pushed her up against the back of the couch so she had something to lean against, then he took one of her breasts into his mouth, especially careful not to bite.
She groaned and shoved his head in a bit further, shuddering a little. She kicked her heels off so her feet could better wrap around his waist. He gave a pronounced lick before that devilish grin spread across his lips again, "I wish I could drink the milk from them…"
"I wish I had milk to give you."
He chuckled softly before he took the other into his mouth, his tongue flicking across her nipple. She sighed, her hips quivering as she unbuttoned her pants and hastily tried to slip them off. He gave her the space to take them off, taking off his jacket and tossing it onto the cushions. His lips landed on her collarbone, his hands rubbing her thighs warmly.
She sighed again, hugging onto him with a dreamy smile on her face. She reached down and pulled her panties off, rubbing the back of his head as he kissed her collarbone. He licked her neck and kissed the underside of her jaw as his fingers slid through her hair, "Your hair…can put me in a trance…like a cat…"
She giggled deeply, tracing one of her hands around the curves on her hips and her chest, "Come here…kitty…"
His eyes widened with thirst as he took hold of her hips and hoisted her up so she was sitting on the back of the couch, her back against the wall. He pried her legs open and thrust his face towards her womanhood, his tongue moving in ways she didn't quite think was possible.
Her groan was long and pronounced as she began to climax, rolling her hips against his mouth as he kept exploring. She couldn't hold it back any longer, letting out a few massive screams.
He groaned against her, eventually backing away from her and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He stood up briefly to take his pants off, then sat down again and pulled her down onto his lap, kissing her hungrily as he felt up her rear. Her returned kisses were just as frantic, as she sighed over and over again, "Dragomir…" She gave a shaky sigh, begging to be finished.
She felt a quick pulse rush through his skin for only a moment before he proceeded to leave wet kisses along her shoulder, grinding against one of her inner thighs. She cried out, reaching down and fondling his length with a soft, yet passionate approach.
He grit his teeth as a deep groan slipped through. He couldn't take much more before he rolled over onto his back and tightly held her hips. As she slowly descended around his length, he kissed her collarbone and neck roughly. If she still had a pulse, he would have certainly left dark bruises there. She gave another resounding scream, spreading her legs a bit more as she felt herself get penetrated by him. She rubbed his back and gave him a squeeze every once and a while, eventually giving restful sighs once he slowed down.
Dragomir slowly rubbed her back once he pulled out, kissing her cheek and rubbing her thighs, "I had thought our first time…I'd crossed the line….and the same with the second….but now…now I…I can't want to try more with you…"
"My mind is a warzone…" She said tiredly, "Anything you want to experiment with…I'll let you…"
He rubbed her temples, gently and rhythmically to perhaps lull her into sleep on top of him, "Your happiness is my priority." He grabbed a blanket and threw it on top of them so if Slade came in, they were somewhat decent.
"I love you." She kissed him.
He gave a goofy and almost boyish smile, like something he would do as a human, "I love you too." He said as he kissed her again, then again and again, "I love you so much…" He squeezed her. She smiled back, closing her eyes as she got cozy on top of him.
The red lights that were cast out into the streets went dark, one by one. Victor hurried his pace to Confessions, knowing within a moment or two, Venus could leave. He caught her just in time, she was locking the front door, a small black purse around the crook of her elbow. Her skin was littered with goosebumps, what with the somewhat chilly winter weather.
She turned to him with a smile on her lips, "Hello, love, it's been quite some time."
"Venus." He ran at her with a hug, "Forgive me…"
She giggled and hugged him back, "For what? I don't mind, you're a busy man, I understand."
He held her dearly, wanting her to be in his arms forever. (A scientific part of him supposed that it was most likely due to her warmth of still being alive). "I…I could've explained the situation to you…where I was…what I was doing…it was…irresponsible of me…not to keep you updated…"
"Shh, shh." She put a finger to his lips, "Do you have some time? Did you want to come back to my place?"
"Yes." He said quietly, "That would be nice."
She smiled and took his hand, leaving the courtyard around Confessions. She then dropped his hand, "Oh, I don't want to get you in trouble. We just have to get to the parking garage, it's where my little coup is."
"Where is it you exactly live?" Victor asked.
"Maywood." She said, "Would have set up my club there, but things worked out a bit better in L.A."
He nodded with a smile, resting his hands in his pockets, "It's been a rather exhausting few days…with all this nonsense going on…"
"Has it now?" She asked as they entered the parking garage. She approached a little blue car, "Isn't she lovely? Bluebird, I've named her. Just got enough money for her without Boris up my ass."
He chuckled, "Ah, yes, I love her."
She opened the back door and threw her purse in the back seat, then got in the driver's seat and closed the door, listening to the engine rumble, "Listen to that…" She smiled, "Nothing makes you feel like a grown woman like your own car, huh? Guess vampires must not really…worry about cars…"
"Well, most Kindred are city dwellers, we usually rely on the public transportation system, at least most of us do." He said as he sat in the passenger's seat.
The car dipped as they pulled out and got on the roads. The bell dinged since Victor wasn't wearing his seatbelt, but she didn't seem to mind, "So what have you been busy with?"
Victor slid his belt on to silence the ringer, "I…was pitted against many foes…recently…a Tzimisce…a Gargoyle…some Anarchs…"
"Mmm hmm…so, and I don't mean to sound rude, but…what are any of those?"
"A flesh-crafter, a monster made of stone, and some vampires with opposing political viewpoints to my own."
"Ah…" The tone of her voice gave away that she still was clueless. "Well, I'm glad you made it out in one piece."
He looked out the window, quiet for a moment or two, "The Tzimisce almost killed me…I…I only thought about you…in those moments…"
"Oh…Victor…" She tore her eyes away from the road, "I didn't know I meant so much to you."
"I didn't want to die in that wretched place…after not seeing you for so long…"
She gave a small smile, clearly touched. She couldn't seem to think of much to say before she pulled into a small apartment complex and got out, closing the door and grabbing her purse. As soon as Victor got out, she went around the car and pushed him up against the hood, kissing him with fervor. He sighed and gently kissed her back, wrapping his arms around her.
Venus swallowed hard as she broke the kiss, still holding onto him, "Let's go inside." She whispered, her breath warm against his lips.
"I would love to." He said, "I can't wait to see your apartment."
She smiled as she took his hand and went inside with him, reaching in her purse for her key as they went up the stairs. He had the perfect view of her rear and legs as she led him up the stairs, then off into a hallway. At the third room down, she pushed the key in and stepped inside, "Make yourself at home, love. Can I get you any blood?" She smirked.
"No, that's quite alright." He said, searching for a place to hang his scarf up, and eventually fiddling around with her TV. Her guess was because he wanted to catch a glimpse of the news.
"The search for an L.A. sewer worker is beginning to look grim, as police and family end their seventh night looking for Luis Salvadore, after he failed to return home last Friday." An anchorman said, "Salvadore was last seen entering a manhole in Hollywood to carry out a routine inspection. Salvadore's family is hopeful that the husband and father of three will return safely, and urge anyone who might have seen Salvadore to contact the police."
Victor narrowed his eyes, "Curious…"
"Are there squatters in the sewers now?" She asked as she sat next to him. Her apartment was themed very similarly to her office in Confessions, with Victorian styled furniture, some things that looked as if they might have been from England.
"I fear it goes much deeper than conventional kine problems." He said.
"Kine…that's what I am, right?"
"Yes. That's what we call humans. Although you would typically be referred to as a ghoul first."
She nodded, then took his arm and hugged it, closing her eyes as she rested her head on his arm.
He turned the television off, "Did you need any blood?"
"It's not like I've been craving it, but I'm not going to turn it down either." The smirk on her lips was sinful.
He rolled his sleeve up a tad and took his knife out, slitting his wrist and holding it out for her, "There you are."
She took his wrist and drank from it, closing her eyes and letting out a soft sigh from her nose. Her other hand reached down and held his thigh, meanwhile. Once she was done, he gradually moved his arm away, giving her a hug. She sat on his lap and pulling his trench coat off, followed by his blazer.
He held her face and kissed her, sucking on her bottom lip in an effort to taste it better. He felt her hips roll against him as she pulled on his tie, clueless as to how she should go about taking it off. "I have to admit…I'm not used to having a woman all over me like this…"
She smiled, "You're simply irresistible to me."
He took his gloves off, then he undid his tie for her, "I feel the same about you…especially when you're in my arms like this."
She smiled with her teeth and kissed him again, squeezing him tighter with her legs. Her arms were slung around his neck when the phone rang and she jumped, "Oh…I'm sorry…we can just let it ring."
He kissed her forehead, rubbing her back, "Are you sure?"
She sighed, "It's just my mother…"
"Very well." He rubbed her sides very gently, then reached down further and rubbed her hips. She closed her eyes and groaned, resting her head on his chest.
And then, the phone rang again.
"Ugh…" Her brow furrowed, "Bloody woman…" She muttered as she reached over and grabbed the phone, "Hi." She rested her head against Victor's shoulder. With his adept hearing, he could hear the entire conversation.
"Venus, love, why'd you miss my first call?" Her mother's voice was a bit higher pitched, a bit sweeter. "Everything alright?"
"Uh huh, I've just…got my hands full." She pulled his shirt apart and rubbed Victor's chest, "I've got to go."
"Oh, you've always been such a busy girl. I always worry you're going to drive yourself mad!"
"I'm fine, I promise."
"How's that…that place of yours?"
"The club? It's fine, Mum."
"Please give that Victor fellow my regards. I never liked the sound of that Boris."
"Well, he's dead now, Mum."
"Victor?" She gasped.
"No, Boris. Victor's right here with me."
"Oh, am I interrupting a date night?"
"Uh huh."
"Oh, I'm sorry, love, I'll be going. Please take care, dear, I'll call in the morning."
"Uh huh. Love you, Mum."
"I love you too, Venus, take care."
Venus hung up and sighed, "Sorry 'bout that. She worries about me all the way on the other side of the sea." She kissed his throat.
"I…didn't know you told her about me." Victor said.
"Sorry, I didn't tell her you're a vampire or anything, you're just my boyfriend to her."
"I see." He smiled, "You've caught onto the Masquerade quite well."
"Masquerade? I don't…remember what that is…"
"Keeping us a secret from humans."
"Ah…yes, that…I like to think I'm good at that…"
"Yes, of course." He said, "I believe we last left off with you stripping me down."
"Mmm…mmm hmm." She kissed him again, then pressed her chest up against his, "Are you going to catch me up any time soon…?"
"Hmm…perhaps…" He hungrily kissed her back, sucking on her lips.
She kept grinding her hips against him before she reached down and quickly took her boots off. Her breathing was warm on his face, especially since he occasionally forgot she needed to breathe.
"Take your time." He gave her a squeeze, taking hit boots and pants off, laying back with her on top of him.
She seemed to grow even more impatient, "Please, Victor…take it off…take it all off…"
"Of course." He took her top off, then he unbuttoned her shorts and took them off as well, "Oh…my…"
She smirked, watching his face as he saw she wasn't wearing any sort of underwear, "You really are a virgin, aren't you?" She kissed his neck, "That's absolutely adorable…"
"Yes…" He said, "I wasn't an incredibly social creature, even when I was alive."
"That's alright, I wasn't incredibly social growing up either…hence why I never made it to college…" She said as she laid on top of him, "Tell me about your job…tell me how it all went…"
He held two fingers out and beckoned for her ear, then he whispered deeply, "I staked someone."
"More…" She pleaded, her nails in his shoulder blades, "More, Victor…"
"Well…staking a vampire…is an interesting concept. In order to successfully stake a vampire's heart, you need to…clear a path, so to speak. Let's just say it's a good thing I had that knife on me."
"What did you do…?"
"You remember that wretch who attacked me in your club, right?" He softly rubbed the small of her back, as well as her bum, "Well, first I made her vomit up every ounce of blood in her body, and while she was reveling in pain from that, I skewered her to pieces so I could cut myself a clear path, then I drove a wooden stake through her putrid heart. Let's just say we won't really be hearing from her much anymore…"
She closed her eyes, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, her legs around his waist as she kissed his neck and jawline, teasingly sliding her teeth against his skin. It didn't take long for one hand to stray away and rub down his chest, then down his abdomen. Her fingertips dipped into the waistband of his underwear, her hand had to be the softest thing he'd ever felt.
He gave a quiet groan, he wasn't sure what felt better, her hands on his skin or her breasts on his chest, "There's something else I need to inform you…about vampire anatomy…"
"Uh huh…?" He could feel her pulse racing, feel her skin warm up like fire.
"Our…sexual organs…need blood to function…but the cost is a rather high amount of blood, for perhaps a handful of minutes at most…"
She sat up a bit and met his gaze, "Did you want to stop?"
"No…I just, didn't want you to…strip my drawers and worry…"
She nodded slowly, "So…this is possible, yes?"
"Of course it is."
She smiled and took his lips in hers, her legs squeezing around his waist as she rubbed a hand over his chest slowly, with just enough pressure to exceed a tickling sensation. He kept giving attention to her butt, eventually, one hand slipped upward and he grabbed one of her breasts. Her eyes fluttered closed, she sighed against his chest, which sounded an awful lot like his name. Her own hand reached up and held his, squeezing tighter.
He was a little surprised. She had noticed throughout the night that he was never too forceful with his touching, that he would only simply glide his hand over her features. The hand she wasn't holding traced her waistline, massaging it a little, as it had been squeezed by the band of her shorts for the better part of the night. She closed her eyes and rested her head on his chest as he massaged her, "It has been such a long time…I've needed this badly…"
He squeezed her, "I'm glad I can be of help." He raised both hands up to hold her breasts, kissing her on the lips in the meantime.
She kissed him back, squeezing his shoulders tighter, "Tell me again…what happened to Boris…But…" Her eyes glinted with lust as she leaned in and spoke softly, enticingly in his ear, "I want you to go inside…as you're telling me…really slow…until you can't take it any longer…"
He snickered, rushing the blood through his system as he took his underwear off, he rubbed the backs of her legs as he slowly began to venture inside her, "Well…I just…couldn't tolerate…what Boris was saying…about you or I…so I…used advanced Thaumaturgical magic on him…in other words, I steamed his blood to a boiling point…he inflated like a balloon…and he exploded…very messy…very bloody…very gory…lots of…limbs…littering the ground, bones…leftover pieces of Boris…"
She grit her teeth, her breathing was shaky as she buried her face in the crook of his neck. Her body shook with anticipation as her nails dug into his sides, "V-Victor…" She choked out, "F-Faster now…pl-l-lease…"
He bit his lower lip, groaning as he thrust against her. He shouted her name as he took a firm hand and held her rear down so she would feel his length a little better. He squeezed her close with his other arm, playfully pulling her hair on occasion. She let a breathy moan fill the air, followed by a series of various-pitched sighs.
She felt a pressure inside her build up as he retained a steady rhythm, then as she hit her climax, she sunk her teeth into his shoulder and nails into his back. He rubbed her back as he gradually calmed down, kissing her cheek and giving her a squeeze.
She hugged him back, closing her eyes and rubbing his chest, "That was quite good for a first time, Mister…"
"I wish I played with your body more…it…it's very pleasing to look at…"
"Well, there's always a next time…" She smirked.
"Yes…yes there is…" He closed his eyes, in bliss, "Your…your face…is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen…it's…it's a whole new definition to doll face…"
She hugged her head close to his chest, "You're the kindest man I've ever met, Victor…"
"And you are my muse, beat priestess…"
She grinned with her teeth and gently let him go, resting her head on his chest, "You can stay here? They won't send search parties barging into my room?"
"Hmm…you raise a valid concern…" He said, "Worry not. I'll think of something to tell them tomorrow. No one will bother us tonight."
She smiled warmly as she closed her eyes and rubbed his abdomen, "Well…your beat priestess is beat…I believe I'm using the term correctly…"
"Sleep well, dear. I'll be here to protect you."
A/N: Whelp, time for mission impossible… ;) Hope you liked it!
