I'm sat in the living room on my phone, idly scrolling through the news with disinterest. It was my day off, but unfortunately, I still needed to be up early. The joys of parenthood. I was waiting for Marya to say she was ready to go to school, but she seemed to be taking her time.

York was due back any second, having been on a peacekeeping mission around neighbouring ports with a small fleet. She'd only been gone a couple of days, but god had I missed her. She had taken a hefty supply of my blood for the mission so that she would not starve. It had taken me sometime to recover from that.

I had missed her help with Marya and the house, sure. But in reality, I just missed her constant presence, it felt like a part of me was missing whenever she wasn't there, and I suppose in a way, it was.

"Marya, come on, hurry up!" I yell, hoping my voice will carry through the dining area and up the stairs.

Indeed it does, as her young squeaky voice responds forcefully. "I'm coming!" A hint of annoyance to her tone, and despite the promise, she still does not make an appearance.

I sigh. At this rate, she was going to be late. And I bet she'd try to lay the blame on me somehow. Little troublemaker.

I check the bubble outside my thoughts for a second, feeling the threads that connect me to my vampiric master, just for some reassurance. Not scanning the thoughts, just checking it's there, that she's still there.

In fact, I can feel our connection growing stronger as I probe it, meaning she was getting closer. Within a few minutes, I'm proved correct as the front door opens, and in strides my wife, York, dressed in her usual military attire, cape billowing behind her.

She sets to work unclipping it, along with some of the more ornamental parts of her garment, before looking around the house curiously, before finding me sat on the sofa.

Immediately, her face brightens, a smile playing on her rose-red lips, fangs just slightly peeking out. Beautiful as always.

"Thou flatters me." She grins before she walks over, ever-elegant, almost gliding as I stand, and she swiftly embraces me.

"I thought you weren't meant to read my thoughts," I whisper into her pointed ear, and she giggles mischievously.

"Twas merely a gander." She pulls away, but only so she can re-embrace me, this time, pressing her perfect lips against my own. Our tongues dance and weave, exchanging saliva in their heated passion. Anyone watching would think we hadn't seen one another in months.

She pulls away breathlessly before hugging me close again. "Gods. I missed you." Her high-class speech breaks as York's voice cracks slightly, emotion seeping in. She feels so strongly that I detect some of her feelings, seeping across our vampiric bond.

I hug her tightly in return. "And I really missed you."

Her turquoise eyes narrow slightly. "Then make sure I never have to complete that duty again. Twas ghastly. Not only did I miss thou, but thy blood twas distasteful and cold, standing for a few days. I much prefer it warm. And fresh."

I chuckle. It's not like I was given much choice, but I nod in agreement. "I'll try harder to get you out of it next time. Being Commander has to have some perks, eh?"

She nods happily and gives me another sweet peck on the lips before cocking her head quizzically. "I was about to inquire if I might feed on thy delightful self, but then it occurred to me, should thou not be dropping our offspring off for her schooling now?"

I sigh. "She's taking forever. I've tried to hurry her up."

York gives a fanged grin in return, just shaking her head slightly as she rolls her eyes. "Truly. Thou art far too gentle with thy young madam." She takes a breath, turning towards the stairs, then shouts at the top her tongue, and I can't help but wince at the ferocity of her words.

"MARYA, GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!" The words penetrate every corner of the house, and almost immediately, our young daughter appears with a bright smile, skipping down the stairs at speed, fully dressed and ready to go.

She looks at both of us innocently, as if she had done no wrong whatsoever. I immediately spot something missing, however.

"Bag." I point to her missing school bag, that should be around her shoulder. I get a huff in return and she quickly runs up the stairs and returns moments later with the missing item.

I raise an eyebrow. "Finally ready?"

She grins at me. "Yes, dad." I ruffle her hair affectionately. No matter how annoying she could be, I loved her with all my heart. "Off you go then, get in the car." I click my keys and Marya immediately shoots out the door.

I turn to my wife and give her one final goodbye kiss. "I'll be back soon. Get some rest." York nods before giving me a final hug and kiss herself, biting my lip for good measure and drawing blood, lapping it up quickly.

"To keep me fed as I await thy return." She laughs and pushes me towards the front door. Marya is waiting patiently in the car, and it doesn't take long for us to be on our way.

"Anything interesting planned for school today?" I make conversation with my daughter to pass the time.

She smiles excitedly. "Miss said we were going to be reading today!" She bounces up and down on the car seat and my heart swells. She had inherited her mother's appreciation for good stories and literature.

"Sounds great."

Marya's school wasn't exactly far, just in the nearest town, so before long, we are pulling up outside. "Right, you got everything?" I ask quickly, concerned that she might have forgot something, just as she's about to hop out the car.

She giggles. "Silly dad. It would be too late now if I had." I…

Huh. She had a good point there. I smile sheepishly. Out-thought by a five-year-old, what was I coming to?

"And I'll pick you up at 8, right? After swimming club?" My daughter nods an affirmative. She had been learning to swim afterschool, and from what I had seen, she was getting quite good at it.

She smiles and gives me a kiss on the cheek before laughing excitedly and opening the car door, running onto the school grounds. I stay and watch her until she's inside the building, and let out an exhausted sigh, and smile to myself.

I see what York meant when she said our daughter had so much energy it was draining. Still, it was also endearing, and she was insufferably cute. York maintained that she would be a very attractive young lady when she grew up.

I didn't like to think about it. I know it was a stereotype, a father not wanting his little daughter to grow up, but as annoying as she could be at this age, she was also brilliant. Nonetheless, time waited for no one.

How her ageing would work, however, was a mystery to both me and her mother, given her vampiric heritage, but so far, all seemed normal. We assumed that she would continue growing until she was an adult, and that is when her ageing would stop, but we had no proof of this, it was mere theory.

I pull away from the school and make my way back home.

As I open the front door, I'm confused to hear the kettle boiling, and head into the kitchen to find my wife making herself a cup of tea.

"Hello beautiful, aren't you meant to be resting?"

She waves off my concern with a smile. "Doth not fret. I hadst plenty of rest at our allied ports." I still think she should be in bed, but I knew better than to argue.

I approach her slowly from behind, sliding my hands down her sides to her waist, relishing the feeling of touching her body, and just having her here… god I had missed her so damn much. As I do so, she pulls her head back slightly, and I bury my head into York's lovely pink hair, relishing the scent before giving her ear some attention with a quick lick and nibble.

She groans slightly and turns to me, her eyes glowing red from hunger, a coy smile on her lips. I knew what that meant, and without saying a word, give my consent.

She presses herself against me, kissing me once on the lips before finding my neck, wasting no time at all. She hungrily bites deep into my neck. Normally, I had gotten used to the pain her bite wrought, but her fangs had sunk so deep that it does actually sting, and I grimace as I shoulder the pain.

She clutches me tight, arms wrapped around my body as she sucks greedily. She drinks at an astonishing rate. The only time I remember her drinking so desperately was the very first time she had tasted my blood.

As she continues drinking, her hands guide me to turn around, and she shoves me back against the fridge, knocking the breath from my lungs. Just as I'm about to say something, starting to get a little worried she had lost control, she pulls away with a deep breath, licking her lips.

Immediately, I place a hand on her shoulder and speak, my voice tinged with a deep-seated worry. "Hey, you ok? You drunk like a fish. Were you that desperate?"

She smiles shakily before her visage becomes stronger and she hugs me a little tighter, high-class refinement gone. "Sorry, got a little ahead of myself. I've been craving a fresh taste for days. I'm ok now. I'm more worried about you, I didn't drink too much did I?"

I shake my head. The bite was sore, but I felt fine. York gives me a kiss in appreciation, and rummages in one of the draws nearby for a band-aid, sealing up the wound on my neck delicately.

"So, if you're not resting, do you have any plans for today?" I enquire with interest. If she didn't, I could certainly think of some for the two of us.

Immediately, her expression takes a turn, the vampire's smile becoming lusty as her eyelashes flutter at me, her eyes returning to their original stunning turquoise. She raises an arm, and slowly strokes the kitchen countertop with her fingers.

"Well… I was wondering if thou wouldst like to bend mine ass over this counter and rail me~" Even now, in married life, I feel my cheeks heat up at York's proposition, as prone to blushes as ever.

She continues as she closes in on me, giving a quick kiss and whispering in my ear sensually. "Then… thou couldst fuck me on the dining table… then the sofa… then the landing. Every single piece of furniture in this house." She bites my earlobe with a determined force, fangs drawing the faintest drop of blood.

My blush only deepens, and it takes me a couple of seconds to find my words. "Oh… um, well I was more thinking we could go to town… it would be nice to hang out, just the two of us. But if that's what you want…"

This time it's York's turn to blink rapidly, surprised, a rare blush descending on her own cheeks. She giggles lightly. "Such gentlemanly ideas from my Adonis. Now I look like a slutty vixen in comparison. A veritable succubus of lust. How uncouth of me."

I smile and agree jokingly. "Yes honey, you're rather ruining your image as a regal noblewoman."

She snorts. "Hah! Almost every lavish, uptight noblewoman is secretly a master of debauchery and hedonism. Not that they would ever admit to it. That includes most of the women of the Royal Navy, and my sisters. If you knew half the stuff they got up to..."

She trails off, and I can't help but think to myself that, yes, I really would like to know. York smiles warmly and flourishes her hands. "Regardless, I like your idea. Truly, it hath been far too long since we have been on a… date? I suppose 'twould be titled."

Huh? I'm surprised and I go to protest. Actually, now she had mentioned it, I kind of preferred her plan of rampant lovemaking around the house all day. York however already knows full well what I'm going to say and interrupts me.

"Hark. We can do my plan afterwards~ I promise." She winks at this. "I wish to enjoy your company now that you hath invited me out. This is acceptable?"

I nod with a faint sigh. I mean, I had wanted to go out, but York being so horny had taken the wind out of my sails. Still, it would be nice to go on a date for the day, and as York pointed out, we could always indulge ourselves afterwards, we should enjoy one another's company as husband and wife.

We hadn't had too much time to ourselves recently, looking after Marya and planning for the new baby. My eyes automatically drift down to York's stomach as I think on this. Still no bump. She was only two months pregnant after all.

At this, York speaks lovingly. "Thinking on our future?"

"A bit."

"It will be splendid. I cannot wait for Marya to have a younger sibling to annoy rather than us." She laughs at this. "But in all seriousness, I think she will make a fine older sibling, doth thy not agree?"

I nod. Especially when she was older, I could see Marya being fiercely defensive of her younger brother or sister.

"Right, I shalt prepare for our excursion. Await me momentarily." She gives a smile, and disappears into the next room, and up the stairs, getting ready for our day out.

We walk around the quaint town hand in hand, looking for all the world like an excited young couple. I suppose that wasn't wrong exactly, but neither was it correct. I didn't even know how to quantify York's age, much less explain it.

York was wearing a red pencil skirt with a casual white T-shirt and red handbag swaying from her shoulders. It was a distinctly different look than her high-class military attire, but I liked it and was a style I saw her in more often than not when she wasn't on duty.

Naturally, as the day had gone by, we had visited several shops throughout the town, buying odds and ends, although most of it was jewellery or clothes for York which she had shown interest in. I didn't mind, I was just happy to be chatting to her again.

"Thou art musing on how thy heart ached for mine presence once again?" York turns and asks, her side pressing against my own.

"Reading my mind again?" I raise an eyebrow in mock disapproval. In reality, I cared little. When we had made the bond, I had been uneasy at the prospect, while I trusted York explicitly, and had nothing to hide, it made me feel oddly vulnerable. But over time, I had gotten used to it.

York's cheeks redden slightly, and she pouts adorably. "Tis not necessarily my fault. Sometimes I cannot help it. Thy occasional odd thought just arrives unbidden into mine own mind. Thou shouldst not be so lax with thy control."

I smile and rub her shoulders reassuringly. "It's fine. I don't really mind. But yes, I really, really did miss you. So much. I can't stress that enough. In fact…" I feel my embarrassment returning as I admit something. "It's a little scary… you weren't even that long, but it was hell. Every single day, I just sort of expected you there. Felt like a hole, a void, that I couldn't fill."

York grins at this. "Is my Adonis now attempting to be a romantic poet? My heart doth sway at thy words. But tis true, I missed thee equally. Twas a similar feeling. A blight on my thoughts throughout the days and nights, a bitter hollowness that ate away at me."

I consider something for a second before voicing it. "You reckon it could be because of our pact, Master and Thrall? Putting that amount of distance between us affected it?"

She cocks her head and considers this. "Hm. Perhaps. But…" Her visage morphs from a look of thought to a look of playfulness and love. "But… would thou truly wish to reduce it to that? Perhaps twas simply our hearts aching for one another, two soulmates separated, pained at the other's absence? Two who were never meant to part, who cannot live without the other at their side?"

She smiles and pecks my cheek. "I prefer that interpretation." She says resolutely. I agree wholeheartedly, that certainly sounded far more romantic.

As we continue walking, I spot the cinema and point excitedly towards it. This is kind of what I had been hoping for the whole day. "Wanna watch a movie?"

York's reaction is immediate. Her lip curls in distaste and she gives me a 'really?' look with her blue eyes. "Such an unrefined medium of entertainment. I doth not mind thy TV romps and serials and survive watching them with thou in the evenings, but those films are dreadfully long… Is there not a theatre or an opera house nearby?"

I grin at York and nudge her shoulder. "Oh come on… You like it really. I know you do."

She gives me a faint glare. "Preposterous! Laying mine own eyes on such a travesty to the arts is hard on my soul."

I shoot her my trademark puppy dog eyes along with a promise. "I'll even choose a horror!" I even try to appease the wife with her favourite genre and she quickly caves.

"Ah. Fine, fine. One supposes I must acquire and entertain thy whims on occasion, as thy wife I am compelled to give ground on such matters, even if thy so-called horror movies are not the least bit frightening." She shakes her head with a roll of her eyes and changes course towards the cinema.

I buy us two tickets for the latest and greatest horror movie and decide to even splash out on a large sharing bucket of popcorn. Horror movies were not really my thing especially, but I didn't hate them, and it seemed fair to compromise on at least the genre of movie.

We enter the large dimly lit room, it was quiet, not many people around on a weekday in the afternoon. York nudges my arm and points towards a spare row near the back, and I nod my assent. Typically, I preferred to sit in the middle, but then, at the back, we wouldn't have any prying eyes.

We sit down next to one another, York putting her handbag under her seat and me cradling the popcorn, idly munching away already. Damn things were so moreish.

The movie starts, and we settle back in our chairs, ready to enjoy.

York starts off looking disinterested in the movie, keeping up her appearance of being too refined for such a dull form of entertainment. But I knew her better than that. She secretly loved the TV shows we watched at home and the occasional movie.

She would loathe to admit it of course. A refined noblewoman with a taste for high-class theatre couldn't dare to be seen enjoying such mass media. She always maintained that the acting was of poor calibre, assisted by effects and transitions, cheap tricks of the camera, a crutch to help the story be told adequately, whereas theatre was free of such things, it was pure performance, pure storytelling.

She kind of had a point, surprisingly. But still, she always got so absorbed in movies despite her protests. Even now, I can see her shifting closer to the edge of her seat, turquoise eyes brimming with curiosity, enraptured by the scene playing out on the big screen.

She mutters. "No. Fool! Doth not stray from thy group. Thy death is inevitable with such idiocy. The darkness bears great danger." I chuckle to myself, enjoying my wife's clearly ironic behaviour. The music builds, the crescendo ramping up as the idiot who had indeed left the group survivors to fend for himself hears a noise in the darkness.

I feel York's hand clench my own in anticipation for the jumpscare which was inevitably and predictably coming. Indeed, a few seconds later, a bug-like creature jumps from the darkness, latching onto his face as he screams in terror.

York jumps at this, holding my hand so tightly that I'm surprised she hasn't crushed it. She soon realises though, and looks over at me with a smile, whispering a sweet apology and loosening her grip.

I can't help but gloat, a smug smile slipping onto my lips. "I thought this was unrefined and barely frightening?"

She turns to me with a glare, clearly about to rebuke me, but changes her mind with a sigh and gives a wholesome smile. "Fine. I admit the quality of such leisure has a charm at least."

I raise a brow in mock scepticism. "Oh really?"

She grins, both her fangs peeking out from her lips for a second before punching my shoulder lightly. "Cease thy jabs. I have an image to maintain."

I can't help but get the last word in. "I told you, you like it really. I know you too well." She rolls her eyes and settles her head on my shoulder, staring up at the movie before whispering in a soft caring tone.

"You are my Adonis. Of course, you know me." She nuzzles me with her head, her soft pink hair brushing me, the natural scent permeating through as I nuzzle her back.

I notice there isn't much popcorn left and go to quickly grab the last handful for myself. But I can't.

My arm simply refuses to move. York quickly takes the opportunity to grab the last handful and chuck it into her mouth, munching it in a rather unrefined way for a noblewoman.

It takes me a second to realise her eyes are glowing red in the darkness of the theatre before fading back to turquoise, and I can move my arm again, and I realise what she had done.

"You little…" I grin and admonish her lightly.

York simply gives me an innocent smile. "What, darling?" She flutters her eyelashes and gives me her own version of my innocent puppy-dog eyes.

She had used her powers as a vampiric master, as my master. Binding me as her thrall to her bidding, stopping me from eating the last bit of popcorn.

Not quite what one would expect such subservient power to be used for. "You owe me some popcorn!" I exclaim with indignation, my tone light. I was just having some fun.

My vampiric wife simply grins and opens her mouth, showing a single kernel left in her mouth, lying on her tongue. "Then come hither and try thy luck at retrieving it."

I laugh quietly, trying to keep my voice down, aware that while the movie was close to the end, it was still playing currently.

I lean over and place my lips against my wife's my tongue quickly digging around her warm mouth, searching for the popcorn. York's tongue fights me the entire way, coiling around my own, wrestling with it.

She starts moaning passionately, the pleasure and passion of our kiss getting to her, and I was feeling the same. Before long, I'd forgotten about the popcorn entirely and was just enthusiastically making out with York in the back of the cinema.

My hands quickly find their way to her sensitive pointy ears, stroking and pinching them, causing some louder moans to slip from her, muted by my own mouth. Eventually, the movie comes to a close, the credits roll, and we're still at it until the light flicker on, signalling the end of the movie as people begin to stand, ending our privacy.

We pull apart breathlessly until York suddenly wraps a hand around the back of my head and pulls me back towards her roughly for another kiss. This one is short and sweet, and her tongue pushes an object into my own mouth before she breaks the kiss.

It takes me a second to realise what it was. The piece of popcorn. Where the hell had she been hiding that? I munch on it quickly. York chuckles at my obvious confusion before picking up her handbag and whispering in my ear.

"Thou hath got me riled now. Mine loins ache for thy touch. Follow." And with those husky words, she pulls me down the steps and out the room.

I'm a little confused as to what she planned. Until she starts pulling me towards ladies' bathroom. My stomach twists and my heart races. This all seemed very familiar, just like that time at the ball. A lifetime ago.

She leaves me outside for a second, venturing inside for a second before looking around, making sure the coast was clear and pulling me in, giving me little choice in the matter.

She marches me to a toilet stall, pulling me inside and locking the door.

Well ok. I guess this was happening. My heart thuds in my chest, faster and faster. Were we going to… here?

She grins coquettishly at me and shoves me against the stall door, resuming our earlier make out session.

-XXX Start-

Our tongues writhe around their partners, exchanging copious amounts of saliva as our kiss becomes sloppy. I must forcibly stop myself from moaning loudly. While there wasn't anyone in here currently except us, anyone could walk in at any second.

York's hands are not idle, running up and down my body, over my clothes, then under as she dives her hands to the underside of my shirt, feeling up my chest, eventually finding her goal.

She pinches my nipples lightly, and I can't keep back my moans any longer as she twists and pulls with increasingly harsher movements, giggling into our kiss as she relishes the squirming she produces from me. I decide that fairs fair, and I should return such treatment.

My hands make quick work of her top, pulling it over her head swiftly and discarding it into the pile of our shopping, exposing her black bra. I take the opportunity to grab her hips and pull her to the side, switching positions so she is now the one writhing against the stall door.

My fingers work their way around my wife's back, fumbling with the ridiculous bra clasp. I'd always had trouble with the confounded things. As I struggle with that, my mouth naturally begins its journey from her mouth to her pale neck, and eventually settling on her ears, leaving teeth marks as I nibble, bite and suck.

I no longer cared about how public we were, how easy it would be to get caught. All I care about is getting this damn bra off, and having my wife scream in ecstasy as I do unfathomable things to her in this tiny stall.

All of that swiftly changes however as we both hear the door open, and someone walks into the room. At the same time, I finally win my fight with the bra clasp, and it falls to the floor, revealing York's delectably plump breasts, her nipples fully hard as she breaths heavily, trying her best to quieten her movements.

She grins at me, giving me a wink and a quick kiss before grabbing my hands and placing them on her large breasts. She whispers, as quietly as she can in my ear. "Feel them. Grope them. Play with them."

Not to disappoint, I mush them between my hands, enjoying the softness, it's strangely arousing, the feel of a women's breasts. To return York's earlier treatment, I pinch and twist her sensitive hard nipples, but I am careful not to be too harsh. Whoever had entered the toilets had closed the door to a stall next to us, and I didn't want York suddenly crying out in pain and pleasure.

York bites my neck in return, not drinking, just biting for the point of it. To mark me, to give me that sweet spike of pain for just a moment, allowing me to relish it. She pulls away from me and puts her finger to her lips, giving me a saucy smile and shaking her body seductively, her breasts jiggling in the silence as we hold our breath.

She puts the seat down on the toilet and sits on it, spreading her legs wide open while pulling her skirt up.

I can see her panties clearly behind her pantyhose. With surprising skill, York rips the pantyhose, while remaining nearly silent. She stops afterwards, to make sure nothing is amiss before tugging her black panties to the side, revealing her glistening pussy, arousal already dripping from it, the wet patch on her underwear showing that she really had been needy.

And with that, my wife starts masturbating with her legs up, pussy on full display to me, eyes drilling into my own with lust and excitement. "Pleasure thyself." She whispers to me with a sensual grin.

I'm incredibly nervous, with someone else still in the room. But a part of it was incredibly exciting, no doubt why York had decided to do this. Or perhaps she had simply been too desperate, having gone days without me. Or perhaps both?

I tug my trousers down to my ankles, along with my underwear, with my thick cock springing to attention already, like it was pointing towards my wife's spread legs, knowing what it wanted.

Still, I resist the temptation to mating press my York in the corner of the stall and instead do as I was instructed, masturbate. I start with light, slow strokes, forcing my hand to not go any faster, even though I already desperately wanted it to.

It was a bad habit of mine, always wanting to go hard and fast, rather than relish the pleasure and slow build. York knows this, and I can see the approval in her eyes as she matches my pace, her fingers plunging into her pink folds slowly, stirring her cunt with circular motions until she pulls her hand back out, and tastes her arousal, before continuing.

Her eyes flit up from their fascination with my cock, looking me in the eyes once more. They implore me to do the same. She wants me to. It would turn her on so much, I can see it in her mind, the thoughts bleeding through.

I do what every good husband would do. I comply. I bring the hand that had been stroking away at my cock, covered in pre, and give it a lick. I relish the salty taste and make sure to look at York the entire time, enjoying the shudder that runs through her. Once again, she tastes her own arousal alongside me, and we both get off on the others masturbation and lewd actions.

Mutual masturbation. We had one it once or twice, but I didn't think York was this into it. Clearly, I was mistaken. York stops thrusting her two fingers into her dripping pussy, which was now leaking onto the toilet seat and stands up.

Just then, I hear the stall door open, and then the tap starts to run as the other woman in the room washes her hands. York takes the opportunity to approach me and speak in a hushed tone. "Rail me." Her instructions are not exactly complex to follow.

I smile and kiss her before she turns around and bends over the toilet, shoving her ass up in the air towards me, steadying herself on the wall with her hands. I step forwards and direct my tip towards her pink entrance, visibly flexing and pulsing with need.

I thrust quickly into her, my body on autopilot. I had hoped to be gentler, but I was so desperate after touching myself, and seeing York touch herself like that… Fuck I was horny.

York bites her bottom lip at the swift penetration but does not complain, instead, giving a muffled groan of appreciation, the pleasure almost instantly rendering her unable to keep her moans to herself.

I pull back in her hot moist walls and thrust again. York's arms shudder against the wall as she struggles to both keep herself upright and quiet at the same time. On my third, and particularly deep thrust, my balls slap against her ass and a loud moan begins to slip from her lips.

In a panic, I reach forwards and pull her head back, covering her mouth with my hand, muffling the sound as I continue to pound her. Railing her into the wall. This just seems to excite her further as her cunt tightens on my shaft, and all logic flies out of the window for her, moans becoming louder and louder, only muffled by my hand.

Thrust, and back. Thrust, and back. I set a pace rhythmically as our sexes smash against the other in almost silence, I myself am suppressing my groans of pleasure to just a quiet huff of breath. Eventually, the door opens and closes again.

I listen carefully to see if I missed another person entering, but don't hear anyone. I opt to slowly insert a finger into York's mouth as I continue to cover it with my palm. Immediately her tongue reciprocates, writhing around my finger lavishing it with attention as she gets fucked in the rear.

I can't see her eyes or face, my one complaint with his position, but I can imagine her eyes rolled up, completely given in to the pleasure, uncaring of the environment she was in, as long as she was getting bred by her husband.

Fuck that turns me on, and I thrust harder and faster, my own self-control sleeping as I start to grunt loudly. I'm quickly forced to stop that, however, as the door opens yet again.

I swear inside but continue pounding my wife. I was close, and I wasn't going to give up the chance to fill her up in public like this. I make sure to properly cover her mouth, but not her nose so she can breathe, muffled moans still coming from York.

I bend over, reaching her ear and whispering. "I'm…" I slam into her once more, and I'm a second late on my warning. "Coming." On instinct, I bite her pointed ear hard, drawing the slightest bit of blood as York's pussy tightens and coils around my cock, milking my cock as it paints her insides white with my seed.

I relish the taste, but I know better than to swallow her blood, however, as I'm just about to spit it out, York turns and takes me in a passionate kiss, and her goal becomes obvious. I exchange the blood with her, and she swallows it, ridding me of the problem.

While I was a thrall, I was fairly certain if I drunk too much of her blood, I could still turn fully. Being as quiet as I can, I pull out her sloppy cunt as it squints at me, my cum slowly flowing from it at pace. Shakily, York pulls her panties over her pussy, sealing the evidence of our public debauchery inside herself.

-XXX END-

I quickly redress myself as York straightens her own attire out, until we both look relatively smart, except for our flushed cheeks, you could barely tell what we'd been up to, except for York's ripped pantyhose that is.

York picks up our shopping and checks the coast is clear before dragging me out of the ladies room. She saddles next to me, arm in arm as we make our way back to the car. My breath is still ragged from our little adventure, as is my wife's own.

She smiles and kisses me on the cheek. "So, My Adonis. Thou enjoy such hedonism?"

I nod my head, there was no denying there was an appeal. "But what about your plans for when we get home?" I give a playful grin as York smiles.

"Don't tell me that thy constitution is gone already. I hath missed thou presence for several days, thou art not getting off that easy. Thy duty as husband is to fulfil thy lustful wants…"

York's body brushes closer, and she whispers in my ear. "and I hath many, many, lustful urges."

I shake my head with a roll of my eyes and chuckle. That she did. And I admittedly wasn't much better. I check the time on my watch. "Hm. Well, we'll have to be quick, Marya will need picking up before long."

York giggles. "Well, that is at least time for kitchen countertop and dining room table, dost thou not agree?"

"Dirty Minx." I joke.

"Tis rude to judge a lady on her sexual proclivity, my Adonis. Besides… I know thou art just as lustful, doth not deny thy urges. Embrace them."

I return her previous kiss on the cheek. "As thy wishes, my lady. But seriously, I think you might be worse when you're pregnant."

She chuckles. "Perhaps." She looks down at her stomach. It wouldn't be too long until signs began to show from her pregnancy. Then we would tell Marya about her sibling.

York gives me a fond look. "What would thy like, a boy or a girl?"

I shrug. "Honestly don't mind. A boy would be nice… but I would happily take another girl." A thought occurs to me and I grin at York. "Not sure I would survive having another Marya though. Imagine two of them running around!"

"Indeed. But alas, I would keep them under control. Thou would beg for my presence at all times, just to keep our offspring under control."

I hug her tight. "I would beg for your presence at all times anyway. You know that."

York takes my hand gently, raising it to her face before kissing it. "I know, My Adonis. I know."

I sigh. "It's so good to have you back. I'm never sending you off again."

She smiles. "Glad to hear it. Now hark. Let us return to our abode. My feet are beginning to tire of all this boorish walking."

I make pace towards the car, eager to get home, for both York's plan, and to see Marya in the evening, to have a family night in once more. One of many.