The next couple of days went by with smiles, laughs, and some terrible morning sickness. As it seemed, I could eat meals with meat but no veggies. Our baby must take after their father, loving meat so much. Give me any kind of meat and I'd eat it. Harley said that all of this meat-eating was temporary, that when I finally have the baby, I would go back to eating the meals I so terribly missed.

I would be moody sometimes, driving Mark insane. But we would eventually apologize to one another and laugh about it all later. Harley invited all of Aeroso to our wedding and then some. Mark said they were old acquaintances; old acquaintances such as other Vampires, no doubt. I found the idea rather interesting. I would love to meet his acquaintances. I think that thought assured me that everything would be all right and that I would be accepted. I felt bad for Harley and all she was doing. I told her many times of how I felt but she told me not to worry of such a thing, that I would be a great queen.

I still couldn't believe such. I would be a queen, the wife of a king who was a powerful man. This all just felt so overwhelming sometimes and I would confide in the Ancients and in my parents, all of which gave me the courage I never possessed. Sure this thing would be tough at times, not to mention becoming parents. Being a queen would be tough and being a parent would be tough. But my parents raised me to be a strong woman.

With everything that was coming up, I hoped I was strong.

Anyhoo, when Glenn and Jay gave a surprise visit, I saw heavy tension between them. It was tension I couldn't have spotted before: sexual tension. Mark gave them a room as our wedding was fast approaching. They wouldn't look at one another too much, let alone touch each other. Did they have a fight? So if they didn't touch or kiss, what would happen when they had to kiss after their marriage ceremony? I just couldn't let this go on any longer.

"Jay, what did you say to that poor man?" I asked when we were alone in Mark and my bedroom.

She lifted an eyebrow, knowing whom I was implying.

"Me? What makes you think I said anything?:

I pursed my lips.

"Because you usually say whatever's on your mind without thinking first."

Her eyes narrowed.

"Well thank you, Angel."

"You're welcome. Now let me ask, did he want you to do something for him?" I asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

She looked down at me and sighed then sat down beside me. She nodded.

"Yes. He wanted, well, I do not know if I should say it."

"Let me guess. He wanted a blowjob and a handjob. Am I right?"

She flushed scarlet and wouldn't look at me, which meant that I was right. I grasped her hand in mine and squeezed it softly.

"Honey, you should do it."

She gasped and looked at me with wide eyes.

"But I cannot! I made a promise to myself that I would not do anything sexual until marriage, Angel."

"And I can see you're a bundle of nerves. Jay, it's only oral sex. He's not penetrating anything. Plus, he'd love what he wants you to do."

She blushed a little darker.

"But will I love it?"

I shrugged then.

"Now I don't know that, Jay. Only you will know that once you try it. It's not so bad, you know." I said and looked over at my blooming rose.

"Yeah but you are more… Sensual than I am."

"And do you know that for a fact, Jay?" I asked, looking at her now.

She sighed and reluctantly shook her head. I placed a hand against my stomach as the tiny fetus moved. With it being as tiny as it was, I sure could fell the movements pretty well. Jay looked at me and held my other hand. When the movement ceased, I sighed and removed my hand from my stomach and looked back at Jay.

"You both are so pent up it looks to me that you two are seconds away from blowing your tops. If you do this, which I strongly suggest you do, it'll release all of that tension between you both. And who knows. You may even enjoy it as much as I do."

Her eyes widened as I smirked. Well, I wasn't lying to her. I was way beyond lying anyways.

"But I have no clue on how to do it. And what if he wants more after that?"

"Make him vow to the Immortals that he won't do anything else. It always works, Jay. And honey, he will instruct you on how to give him pleasure."

She thought for a moment then asked, "What if I want something in return, you know?"

I shrugged again.

"Then ask him. You can do this, Jay. You're a strong woman. Don't be a coward. You'll feel better once that tension is gone. I promise."

"I cannot believe that I am even considering this. Thank you, Angel." She said then vanished.

"You're welcome." I replied softly as Mark flitted into the bedroom with a silver tray in his hands.

"Who's hungry?..."

Space

A seething creature stood within the hot bowels of the Underworld, looking down at the beasts' bones as they lay in a pitiful heap at her feet. The creature didn't understand how the king of the Underworld, Big Show itself, was dead! The creature vowed that she and her henchman would find a sorcerer to resurrect this powerful being. That sorcerer had been found.

The creature bent and collected the pile of bones then vanished back to her lair. The creature and her henchman, Stefan, fed on their victims blood until there was nothing left. She, Stefan, and her army were what's known as The Ruthless Ones; a bloodsucking creature with red eyes and as crazed as can be.

Vampires.

She was a Vampire, but she despised all Vampires. It all began after she laid down with that egotistical Vampire king all those centuries ago. Then to make matters worse, she gave birth to a parasite. She growled now at the course of events which took place. Not wanting that abomination, she abandoned it on its father's doorstep. Later on, she had found out that the beast slayed the Vampire king. Needless to say, she was ecstatic, until she found out the bastard's son still lived.

She was a Vampire that hated her own kind and would stop at nothing until they all were wiped from all the planes.

When they killed, their victims screams would excite her to no end. She wasn't called the most feared Vampire slayer for nothing.

She and Stefan tormented all Vampires and would one day find and kill the Vampire king himself.

Her guards were drunk, partying for their latest successful killing spree. Nymphs dotted the scene, either riding the soldiers' laps or giving out blowjobs. How appropriate. Some soldiers who haven't been with a woman for centuries fucked various Nymphs forcibly, not that they minded at all. They apparently gained sexual satisfaction from that.

Which fucking sickened her.

She sat in her throne-like chair alone. Stefan was absent at the moment. She instructed for him to look for the dark Sorcerer, Ardemys Ash; the only one capable of unimaginable power. If she could get Ardemys on her side, she would be exceedingly powerful. Rose grinned. If she had Ardemys, he could exterminate all of those filthy abominations.

The bloodsucker she now searched for came up with no leads. How could they elude her so fast? She growled, hating all Vampires. They were all fucked up filthy parasites who all deserved to die where she was concerned. But this was her job, wasn't it? Searching all the planes until she found the shit she was after.

At that moment, Stefan flitted to her side.

"He's here."

Rose stood and nodded to Stefan, who turned and walked down a long corridor that led away from the giant orgy she was so desperate to get away from. She then noticed Stefan's henchman wasn't with him. Must have left him with the Sorcerer, making sure that he couldn't leave. Great idea, to be honest.

Rose Wilde was known for her ferocity in killing Vampires. A reputation she was very proud of. It was rumored that she'd never known a man, although Stefan made many advances. Fucking didn't interest her until the beast was resurrected. Then maybe giving herself to a horned creature would ensure his help in the future.

She had long fiery red hair that now matched those wicked red eyes of hers. She was most happy when she killed. Her body was long and lean with some muscle like a warrior. She dressed like a warrioress now. A golden breastplate covered her chest and torso as black leather pants encased her legs like a second skin, combat boots encased her feet, dried with blood that teased her senses.

Her golden breastplate was also splattered with dried blood, something that she would constantly crave.

They soon stopped at a closed door as Stefan grasped the handle and turned it. As they entered the dimly lot room, Rose looked at Ardemys. He stood, towering over everything and everyone with his wrists chained before him with mystically enforced steel. He stood in the middle of the room, Stefan's henchman pointing a gun at Ardemys' head.

Good job, although Rose didn't think a gun would harm a Sorcerer of his stature, but precautions had to be taken. Example: the mystical chains.

Stefan closed the door then motioned for his man to put down the gun and guard the door with him. Without hesitation, the man moved to Stefan's side then pointed the gun at Ardemys once again. The Sorcerer's bottom lip bled as he looked now at Rose, face to face. Not many saw her and lived to tell the tale. So what did this Vampire slayer want with him?

"Rose."

"Ardemys. So nice of you to drop in." Rose cackled.

"Are these really necessary?" Ardemys asked, lifting his chained wrists.

"Precaution, Sorcerer. Now I know you practice the dark arts of spells, so I will just cut to the chase. I need you to help me find an elusive Vampire and maybe if we're lucky, the whole filthy race can be exterminated." Rose said with a dark grin.

The idea wasn't too bad but to be associated with Rose? Ardemys didn't really want this on his record.

"Are you in, Ardemys, or what?"

He glanced from Rose to the man, who stared blankly at him with a gun pointed at his head. What fucking choice do I have? He thought as he looked back to Rose. At least he held no affiliation with the Vampires. So he wouldn't be committing any betrayals of any kind. His life was low at the moment so why not take the offer?

"What's in it for me?" Ardemys asked finally.

Rose smirked then snapped her fingers. Stefan stepped forward and grasped a small mahogany chest from a table then walked to Rose's side. He then lifted the lid of the small chest and Ardemys' eyes widened. Jewels of all sorts glistened up at him, expensive and rare jewels. Rose's smirk widened.

"So do we have a deal, Sorcerer?..."

Space

Glenn was looking out of the window of the guest bedroom Mark so graciously gave he and Jay. Snow was falling from the heavily overcast sky and he couldn't differentiate from morning to noon in this weather. He thought back to his wardrobe and the suit he'd wear to Mark and Angelica's wedding. He wouldn't wear the same suit he would wear to his and Jay's wedding, though.

He found it rather distasteful to wear the same suit to his friend's wedding and to his own wedding. Jay wouldn't wear her wedding gown to her sister's wedding. She would be wearing a beautiful gown for her sister's wedding and a wedding gown for their wedding.

Since Angelica was pregnant, they obviously had to up the date. It was by one day, something of which he didn't understand. But he wasn't one to question. Jay had told him earlier that Mark and Angelica's wedding would be held on Christmas Eve and held at night, no doubt for all of the Vampires who would show up. Being a regular Vampire, the sunlight did them no good as their skin was sensitive and would blister.

He sensed Jay's arrival in the room and remained where he was. He could see her reflection in the glass of the window and his heartbeat increased. Talk about love at first sight, it really did a number on him. She looked right at him as he couldn't take his eyes away from her. So she was looking for him? Why? What did she want?

So much sexual tension flowed between them that it wasn't even funny. But she wouldn't allow him to do anything and she didn't even want to try anything. So what was the fucking point of hoping for something that would never happen? Though she gave him a raging boner that pained him to no end. He frowned at his predicament.

Another shower sounded about right.

"Looking for me, Jay?" He asked softly.

She looked to him then walked to his side. She grasped his hands in hers and gently pulled him to the middle of the bedroom. They stopped before the foot of the bed as she looked up at him. Her heart raced, and his penis strained toward her within his slacks. What was going on? Was she scared or nervous about something? What was this?

"Jay, are you okay?"

She nodded then bit her bottom lip.

"I have been thinking and I want to try… What you wanted me to try before."

His eyes widened as his shaft shot even harder within his slacks. Was she serious? She wanted to try what I envisioned earlier? Her kneeling before him, taking his cock into her mouth while stroking him with a wet fist? By the Ancients he wanted that, and nothing could make him more excited than knowing that she wanted to try his fantasy. But what changed her mind?

He couldn't believe it! Such luck!

When he found his voice he asked, "Are you sure that you want to do this? What changed your mind?"

She looked down, a blush spreading across her pink cheeks.

"I realized how foolish I was being. Plus the tension between us is so palpable that you can cut it with a knife. I also wanted to… To see if it really is pleasurable for both parties…"

He smiled then pulled her into his arms. She gasped as his big hands grasped her behind. Placing her hands upon his chest, he kissed her passionately. She moaned at his passion as it was nearly knee-buckling. She had never been kissed like this before Glenn. It was an amazing feeling, to be honest. It felt so good.

He broke the kiss and trailed his lips down to her neck. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. His lips upon her neck made her shiver, goosebumps breaking out upon her skin. What a feeling! Would this be all, or would he be expecting more?

Her eyes flashed open and she straightened, pushing her hands against his chest. Reluctantly, he stopped and straightened, looking down at her. She lifted her head and looked at him.

"Will you promise me something?"

"Okay," He said hesitantly.

"Promise me that this will not lead to sex."

He released her then. She felt bad for persistently with this 'no sex' thing. Without his strong arms around her, she felt cold and lost. She wrapped her arms around her middle as he turned and stalked to the window he was at earlier, looking out into the chilled evening. She could not apologize for speaking her mind when the matter concerned her as well.

"I don't understand that this no sex ideal is with you." He turned sideways and looked at her. "If you wanted to try what I fantasized about earlier, I cannot promise you that it won't lead to sex."

She frowned and looked away.

"Maybe I should not have said anything." She murmured.

He turned fully to her now.

"I was trying to get you in the mood, woman. I wouldn't do anything you wouldn't want me to."

"Then promise me this, Glenn. Please?" She asked, looking back to him.

He frowned and rubbed the back of his neck.

"What if I lose control, Jay? I can't bear the thought of hurting you."

She appeared before him and looked up into his eyes.

"I trust you, Glenn. I know you would not hurt me."

He caressed her cheek then.

"No I wouldn't, love."

She loved his touch. She smiled and placed her hands upon his belt. He lifted an eyebrow as she slowly unbuckled it and unzipped the zipper of his slacks. He let out a pent up breath as she pushed the material of his pants and boxers to his ankles. She then lowered her gaze to his hard penis and gasped. He was as hard as he could ever be, moisture beading upon the crown.

He is beautiful. She thought as her hands fisted at her sides. Her nipples beaded as moisture slicked her sex. She grew wide eyed upon feeling such. She had felt this way before with him and it felt good.

"Ah Ancients, love. I can scent your arousal." He groaned deeply.

"Teach me, Glenn. Teach me what you envisioned." She purred softly with a seductive smile.

She slowly knelt to the floor before him, his large shaft standing thick and proud before her face. With trembling hands, he cupped the back of her head while the other hand gripped the girth of his cock.

"Dab your tongue against the crown." He said gruffly.

She looked at the crown then leaned forth and stuck her tongue out, dabbing the moist crown. He hissed in a breath and trembled harder as he looked down at her, unable to close his eyes or to look away. He couldn't believe this was really happening.

"What do you taste?" He bit out.

"It is salty." She said and licked her lips.

He groaned.

"Pre-semen. See what you do to me, love?"

She blushed and smiled then caressed her face against his hard hot length. He just stared down at her, disbelieving of how lucky he was.

She tentatively gripped the base, her fingers brushing against his heavy balls and he hissed in a breath.

She looked up at him worriedly.

"Did I hurt you, Glenn?"

He shook his head.

"No, dove. My balls are heavy and sensitive."

She looked down at his balls and cocked her head slightly. He widened his stance and on impulse, she gave each a teasing lick.

"Ah, good girl!"

Smirking, she caressed her face against his shaft once again and he groaned. He grasped her hand and wrapped it around his thick penis, groaning again. Her fingers could not touch, he was so big! Big boy. He grasped her other hand and instructed her to cup his heavy balls. She complied and slowly began to stroke him.

He moaned and briefly closed his eyes. How much he enjoyed this. His female pleasuring him! He'd never thought the day would come.

"Rub your tongue around the crown then suck it into your mouth. Look up at me whilst you do so." He instructed gruffly.

She slowly did such, making him harder. He couldn't believe how hard he was for her. She could not believe that she was actually doing this! Her body was afire for him and she loved it.

She brought him into her mouth as much as she could and looked up at him. She sucked him perfectly, his penis wet and throbbing. He grabbed her head and proceeded to thrust himself into her hot little mouth. Then with great difficulty, he stopped himself. Barely. He grasped her shoulders and grit his teeth.

"Could you fuck me with your mouth and fist? Don't want to hurt you…"

She quickly complied, fucking him with her mouth and wet fist.

"Yes! Good girl!" He praised, leaning his head back with his eyes closed.

How could she have been afraid to do this? She loved it! Angel was right! She could literally feel the tension draining from her body, not to his exquisite body.

As she pumped him, she looked up at him and found the scene rather erotic. The muscles in his neck strained as he was near his orgasm. He grew harder in a rush as she sucked harder. His grip tightened upon her shoulders as he felt himself nearing the end. Would she swallow when he came, or would it pool from her mouth, coating her clothed chest?

He would like to see the latter but right now, he needed her to swallow.

"Jay, I'm about to come!" He yelled as he felt the pleasurable pressure in his cock rise.

"Ah, Jay!" He bellowed as hot jets of seed hit the back of her throat in waves.

Unable to stop, she swallowed greedily. She once thought this act was disgusting but now, it felt just too damn good…