4/15/2010
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4/27/2010
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Chapter 3
So", Magan asked me, "Have you finally made up your mind?"
I nodded and said, "Why not?" I can't believe I'm doing this. Sammy is gonna kill me, hell – Bobby's gonna kill me too.
"Is that a yes or a no?"
"It's a yes." Actually it's a relief to have committed one way or another.
She smiled at me, "Excellent – you won't regret it, but you get to inform your brother." She added as an afterthought. "You might as well not even bother getting dressed." And headed for the outer door, "Come."
I wrapped the towel around my waist and followed her out. When we entered the living area, Sammy and Erik looked over at us. Erik smirked– at least I know he's going to like my decision, I don't have any such illusions about my brother. Sammy started asking, "What is going …"
"Why don't you take the Impala and go find a motel for us? I'm going to stay here for a little while; I'll give you a call when I'm ready to leave."
"Dean no, you can't."
"Yes, I can Sammy, or else I'll always wonder if I passed on something that I shouldn't have. I don't want to have that regret."
He countered, "And what if you regret doing so; what then?"
"I've done plenty of other things I regret in my life, I think I can live with it."
"I'm calling Bobby - maybe he can talk some sense into you."
"No, you're not. Remember Ruby? You fucked a demon and drank her blood – numerous times, for months while I was in Hell for 40 years; how is this any different than what you did! You know what, I'll tell you how it's different – I'm screwing a human, I'm not drinking anyone's blood and I'm only doing it once instead of repeatedly - that's how!" I yelled angrily at him. I hated to bring this up – but I really don't want him calling Bobby.
That silenced him, he paused before asking, "You're right, is there anything I can say to change your mind?"
"No."
"Well, then I'm staying here. I'm not leaving you alone."
He looked over at Erik, "I want you to give me your word that you will not drink more than a pint of my brothers blood, and that you will allow both of us to leave, unharmed, when we choose to."
Erik chuckled a little at this, he seemed amused but he vowed seriously, "Sam Winchester, I give you my word that I will take no more than a pint of blood from your brother, Dean, when I feed from him tonight. Furthermore, I give you my word that when the two of you choose to leave, I will allow you to go unharmed."
He asked, "Are you satisfied now?"
"As much as I ever could be." Sam replied to him.
"Sammy, I would really prefer that you left."
"Too bad – I'm not. There is no way I'm leaving you here alone."
"Fine." I told him sharply. I addressed Erik, "I need to talk to you and Magan, alone, for a minute - if you don't mind."
"Of course, whatever you need to make you feel comfortable." He answered as he smoothly stood up.
He looked at Sammy, and tersely informed him, "I will be back shortly."
He turned his attention back to me, "Follow me, you will be happy to know the bedroom is soundproofed."
Once he had closed the doors behind us he seated himself on an overstuffed chair in the corner. Magan settled herself on his lap. "So", he asked me, "What did you wish to talk to us about?"
I started pacing, "I have a couple of questions for you. First, where do you plan on being while I am with your mate?"
"I had thought that I might spend some time conversing with your brother Sam", Erik answered me, "Unless, of course, you want me to be in … bed with you also?" He purred sensually.
"No … I'll pass, that just isn't gonna happen here – I'm sure Sam will have plenty of things he wants to say to you." I replied quickly, and went on, "Second, where do you plan on biting me?"
"That depends on where you prefer me to … and whether you want me to heal the bitemark afterwards."
"You can heal a bitemark?"
"Yes, I do so for Magan all the time – it would not be proper for my … mate to be seen with bitemarks, unless I am making a point. I've already rid her of the one's I left on her earlier this evening. The question is – do you want a male licking the marks on you until they heal?"
"Ahhem …I think I'll pass on that too, I'll just wait till they heal naturally." Uneasily I asked, "Where is the best place to be bitten?"
Magan answered me instead, "There is the neck –of course, the femoral artery, the wrist or inside of your elbow, and of course where you saw him bite me upstairs. Those are all the places that feel the best. He honestly could bite just about anywhere you want – but I would advise you to choose one of the places I listed."
"Where is the femoral artery?" I asked – if truth be told, I should have paid less attention to girls and more attention to homework in school.
"Trust me, you're not going to choose that one; it's on the inside of your upper thigh." She explained.
"You're right … that's just not gonna to happen either." I agreed.
"Are you very sure", Erik coaxed me with that smooth voice of his; "It has been my experience that humans find that location to be the most … intensely … erotic one."
I felt my stomach clench at the sound of his voice. What is it with this guy? Or is it something about the fact that he is a vampire is causing me to react this way? I mean I know I don't dig guys. I decided it was best for my mental health to just ignore him and turned my attention back to his mate. "Where would you pick if you were me?" I asked her.
"Since you want to heal naturally, I would have to go with the upper pectoral."
"That's where he bit you earlier?"
"Yes."
"So are you sure that is where you want me to … bite you then?" Erik inquired in that honey smooth voice of his.
"Yeah." I confirmed.
He looked straight at me then, "Do you have any more questions?"
"Just one - when are you going to bite me?"
They looked at each other and paused before Magan answered, "Definitely not before we are in bed."
"That's cryptic."
"I will time it for when it will give you the … most pleasure." Erik stated.
"And that means?"
Magan got up, walked over to me, took my hand and led me in the direction of the bed, "It means trust me, we know what we are doing."
I walked out into the living area and closed the door behind me. Sam was on the phone with someone. As I headed for the sofa he asked me, "Where is Dean?"
"He is remaining with Magan."
"Have you bitten him yet?"
"No."
"Why not, I thought that was the whole point?"
"It is not time yet." I changed the subject, "Who are you talking to?"
"Bobby."
I swiftly closed the difference between us and took the phone out of his hand before he realized I had moved. "Hello Bobby … this is Erik – is there anything you would like to say to me?" I asked in a low smooth voice. Glancing at Sam I saw that he was still slightly shocked at the speed with which I had used to cover the distance that separated us.
I heard a man's gravelly voice demand, "Where is Sam? Is he okay?"
I sat down in the sofa and began filling out the Declaration of Authorized Death form. "Of course he okay, I have already given him my word that the two of them may leave when they chose to unharmed."
"How is Dean, is the fool okay?"
"Yes, he is fine as well. He is currently occupied with my mate … is there anything else that you would like to know?"
There was a groan on the other end of the line and I had to smile. I heard him ask me, "Why Dean? Aren't there plenty of other people in that bar of yours who would have been more than happy to feed you?"
"Why not Dean", I queried him, "Magan is attracted to him … and he intrigues me. We rarely chase after my meals – usually we have to fight them off. It is a nice change of pace. As a bonus, I have never had a willing hunter before." I finished filling out the form and reached for a letter opener to puncture my finger with while I listened to Bobby rant.
He hollered, "That's right, he is a hunter! I can hardly believe that he is doing this. We aren't supposed to do these types of things. We are supposed to hunt things like you down and kill them." He seemed to realize that he had gone too far then and calmed himself. "Nothing I say can convince you to release him?" He asked.
Sam watched me as I placed five dots of blood below my signature. He seemed amazed at how fast the small puncture wound closed. Condescendingly I told Bobby, "For the sake of keeping the peace I am going to ignore that you just had; and there is nothing you could say to change my mind … it is too late now – he has made his choice."
"You didn't glamour him into agreeing did you?"
"If I had I would be in there with them right now. You are right in one thing - he is a hunter, thus it would not feel correct to me if he did not give his consent of his own free will." I continued, "How about I give you the private number for where Sam and I are right now so you can call back and we can put you on speaker phone?"
"Why don't you call me?"
"Give me the number and I will … I just thought a hunter would not want to give up a private number."
I heard him gruffly ask, "What's the number?"
I gave it to him and hung up.
"Why did you take the phone from me?" Sam asked.
I handed the document and notebook over to Sam, "You will want to keep this in a safe place." I said before adding, "I wanted to introduce myself to your friend. He is in charge of an archive or database is he not?"
"Yes."
"Why does he not hunt anymore?"
"He was injured, he's in a wheelchair."
"I see."
The phone rang then. I pushed the button to answer it in speaker mode and said, "This is Erik."
I heard, "Sam, are you there?"
"I'm right here Bobby."
"Are you and your brother safe?"
"As long as the information you gave me earlier is correct we should be."
"I grow tired of you doubting my hospitality … Bobby. The boys are fine, and will remain that way." I told him in a threat-laden low voice, "Now shall we turn our conversation to a more … civilized exchange? Sam would you like another drink?"
"Truthfully, I think I've had enough alcohol for one night, thank you", he answered cautiously.
"Magan keeps bottled water and a number of types of juices in the refrigerator behind the screen over by the stairs; as well as fresh fruit and vegetables, plus assorted cheeses and meats if you are hungry. You are welcome to help yourself to anything you find in there." I offered.
"I could go for a bottle of water." He replied, and headed over in the direction of the stairs.
"Now", I started by asking Bobby "Is there anything that you would like to confirm or ask me for your archive?"
"What do you mean?" he asked suspiciously.
"I doubt that you often have the opportunity to ask one of my kind any questions."
There was silence on the other end, "Which of the legends are true and which aren't?" he inquired suddenly.
"Silver - burns, wooden stake - kills, holy water – no affect, garlic – annoying smell but that is all, decapitation – kills, mirrors – we reflect, sun – kills. We can not turn into mist or animals, We do show up in photographs, We do have to be invited into a private dwelling by someone who lives there. Do not have to sleep in coffins, or in the ground – although we can. Oh, and I hear that the Were's and Shifter's may be revealing themselves in the next year or so. Anything else?" I inquired.
"So where do you sleep?"
"I sleep in a bed with my mate."
As Erik walked out the door she released my hand and walked a few steps on front of me. When she reached the bed she dimmed the light and allowed the silk robe to slowly slide down to the small of her back. There I noticed some old scars, "What are the scars from?" I asked – wondering if it was from associating with vampires.
"A bad car accident; I nearly died from blood loss. A little ironic, I had just separated from my previous vampire partner and if I had still been with him I wouldn't have ended up in the hospital." She took that moment to turn around and allow the robe to pool on the floor around her like a puddle of blood. Somehow that thrilled me; I stepped up to her and took hold of her arms in order to pull her to me. "Do you think you still need a towel?" She asked me - an impish grin on her face.
I looked down at the red tent over my hard-on between us. "Nope," I said as I smiled at her and yanked the towel off with one hand, flinging it away in a single motion. With the other, I drew her to me in order to secure her lips with mine. She grabbed hold of me and flattened herself against me. Without the heels that she had on earlier she matched me in height. As she ground herself against me I gasped, "Oh fuck."
"That will come soon enough." She whispered huskily in my ear, and swung us around so that she was seated on the bed. With one hand she reached down and began to gently massage my balls. I closed my eyes in pleasure and groaned. My knees nearly buckled, she had her lips and tongue down to the base of my cock before I realized she had slid off the bed and was blowing me. Slowly she drew away from me, scraping her teeth along my length. As she continued, I realized she was very, very good at what she was doing; I quickly approached my limit and reached down to draw her up.
Pushing her back onto the bed I leaned over her to start placing kisses on and licking along her legs as I worked my way up to the junction between her legs. I remembered what they had said about the femoral artery and ran both hands up her legs until I felt a pulse. I slide one finger into her as I gently bit her over the top of the pulse point. Her muscles tightened around my finger and she let out a long low groan, "Ooohh … yeessss … bite … harder …"
I easily slid another finger and then a third into her and bit her again much harder – that's gonna leave a mark. She bucked and pushed against my hand, gasping, "Oh gods … that feels sooo good … now … suck … there …"
No woman who has been with me is ever allowed to leave unsatisfied, so I complied with her desire. She was so wet now that I knew it wouldn't be long. As I felt her release I was annoyed to hear her scream out, "ERIK ! ! ! ! !"
Damn vampires and their biting everything, has to be why she forgot it was me. I'll take care of that. I looked down at her thigh to see a large dark bruise forming; good Erik can have fun looking at the mark I put on her.
I moved up alongside of her and held her head so that she had to look at me, "My name is Dean, darling."
Her eyes focused on my face and she replied, "Yes, it is."
I moved to sit astride her hips; slowly I softly ran my fingertips down her arms then up the sides of her body, around the tops of her absolutely beautiful breasts and then down between them to her stomach. "Who am I?" I asked her.
"Dean." She answered me.
I slid my hands up to cup her perfectly sized – and real?! – breasts. Then I started gently kneading them. She relaxed against me, closed her eyes and sighed. "Who am I?" I asked her again.
She whispered, "Dean."
I bent forward to take one nipple in my mouth and suck on it while massaging her other breast. She began to writhe in pleasure under me. I lifted up my head and whispered, "Who am I?"
"You're Dean."
I began suckling on her other breast then, while kneading the first. She started to move more urgently now. As I began to lift my head, she cried out, "Dean … your name is Dean!"
I rewarded her by shifting off of her and reaching one hand down between her legs. There I found her slick and ready, I played with her sex and she began moaning in earnest and pushing herself against my hand, "Oooh … yes, yes … don't stop … Dean harder … don't stop … gods … oh gods … yes …yes …" This time as she came she screamed, "DEAN ! ! ! ! !"
As her spasms began to ease I moved on top of her and prepared to enter her …
Sam returned then with his water, "I want to know where Magan gets her information. She knew our names, the fact we are brothers, that we were hunters, that we had talked to you Bobby. How does she do it?"
"It is not my information to give out, it is hers." I replied.
"I thought she was your property, vampire", Bobby pointed out.
"We have a very unique relationship in the vampire world that has to do with her previous relationship. In my culture she technically is my property. In the culture of her previous vampire lover, and realistically for us, we are equal partners."
My Lover, do you mind if I tell Sam and Bobby about your telepathy and how we communicate?
Go ahead My Love. I will rely on your judgment.
"Hello Erik, are you there?" I heard Sam say.
"Very well Sam, I can tell you what you want to know."
"Now you can?" He asked skeptically.
I ignored his question. "Magan is a telepath and mind reader, an extremely strong one – it is very easy for her to pick and chose human minds to read. She picked up on the fact that you could not be glamoured when I confronted your brother with her. That made you someone we wanted to know more about. After I marked her, she continued to listen in on the two of you. When she told me that you considered yourselves hunters and what you were after I decided to have her bring you down here and have the renegade taken to that storeroom."
"Normally in a blood bond the vampire and human can only feel each other's strong feelings; and the vampire has more control over what actually bleeds through the bond to them than the human does. However, the vampire she was in a relationship with previously has the same Maker as my Maker had, so the blood bond between us is considerably stronger than it ought to be, in fact it is unbreakable."
"In ours, we each feel all of the other's feelings, neither of us has more control – although she used to. More significantly, we are capable of being in constant communication telepathically with each other. That she had to teach me how to do. The reason I could tell you this is she just now told me that she would trust my judgment."
"Ahem … so you can talk to her and feel what she feels right now?" Sam inquired. From the way he asked I knew he had figured out what I had insinuated.
"Yes- quite easily, I would not tell your brother if I were you. I think that he would not want to know."
"You have got to be kidding!" I heard an incredulous voice exclaim over the phone. Now he understood too.
"I am not," I told Bobby, "As I told the boys earlier, I never joke about matters concerning my mate. I could tell you exactly what is going on in that room right now, if I so chose."
"So, when are you feeding on my brother then?"
"Emotions and feelings flavor the blood to us, as humans release different chemicals into their bloodstream based on involuntary reactions to what happens to them. Some vampires like fear, others exhilaration, I prefer to take blood at the instant of orgasm. Magan will tell me when he is ready. You saw how quickly I can move – I will be in and out of there before he realizes it. I can control how intensely he will feel his orgasm and make it one that he will never forget. Then his debt to me will be paid."
A voice came over the phone again, "You make it sound like that idiot Dean is getting the best of the deal, aside from the feeding part."
I smirked, "Believe me, he is most definitely not getting the best of the deal. Between his free will and his orgasm his blood will be exquisitely flavored to me. Besides, how do you think we plan to spend the rest of the night after the boys leave?"
Sam look at me curiously, "What do you mean exactly?" He asked me.
"You saw all the fang bangers upstairs; sex with vampires can be very addicting for some people. There are basically three reasons why: One, the bite itself is intensely erotic; Two, the lifetimes of experience and knowledge that we accumulate tends to make us exceptionally skilled; Three, we just keep going and going – we do not have performance problems. There are humans who illegally use V, vampire blood, because it works much better and longer than Viagra."
"So is your mate addicted?" Sam wanted to know.
"She has had so much blood from the vampire in her previous relationship that she is not quite completely human anymore. She is the only human I have ever met that is capable of keeping up with me. If she is addicted to me in that way, then I am just as addicted to her." I clarified to him. "Although, I am addicted to her blood and would do anything to protect her."
My Love, the time has come now.
I will be there shortly My Lover.
I swiftly rose from the sofa, "I will return soon." I informed them before using all my vampire speed to enter the bedroom.
Magan had dimmed the lights in here. Good thinking. I stood for a moment, after I closed and locked the door, watching them.
Hello Love.
Of course Magan had sensed the second I had entered the room, but he seemed to be clueless. She had straddled him and was riding him in the manner I loved; using only her thigh muscles and those inside her sex to grip and release him as she drew him in and out. I almost chuckled to myself – he has no way of knowing she is 47 and not the 25 that she appears to be. I watched her lean forward to capture his mouth with hers, and saw him wrap his arms around her to hold her there. She allowed him to restrain her for a few minutes before gently, but firmly extricating herself. I felt her begin gently nibbling on his lip before making her way along his jaw-line and then across his neck – constantly applying more pressure. Excitement buzzed through my body. By the time she reached his chest she was actually biting him, although she was not breaking the skin. Soon she sat back up on top of him, took hold of his hands and held them securely on her thighs; I sensed her increase the tempo of their lovemaking.
NOW My Love.
… and as I thrust into her she rolled so that she was now on top riding me. "My turn Dean." She purred in that sensual voice of hers.
She proceeded to use her inner thighs and the muscles inside of her to draw me in and out of her as she gripped and released me. This is new to me, and I wondered just how she did it – but soon I was too enthralled with what she was doing to care. She kept me on the brink for I don't know how long as she slowed down and speeded up to keep me in a stated of heightened tension. Suddenly she leaned forward to deeply kiss me, and I wrapped my arms around her in order to keep her there. After a few minutes she began gently nibbling on my lower lip and freed herself from my arms. She moved on to my jaw-line and then across my neck as she bit me harder and harder – it must be a vampire thing. It hurt, but felt good at the same time. She moved down to my chest and was biting me even harder now; I began to wonder if she is going to break the skin. However she sat up, pulled my hands onto her thighs to steady herself and began to ride me hard. I felt my release start to rise quickly and then she bit me again. I began to open my eyes, but suddenly felt myself arch my back as I came with an intensity ten times greater than any I ever had before. Somewhere I heard someone yell, "OH … MY … GOD …! ! ! !" Then Magan fell forward and kissed me deeply, the taste of copper in her mouth.
She rolled off of me to lie face up next to me. Both of us lay there panting for a minute. "That was abso-fucking-lutly amazing", I said, "I've never experienced anything so powerful. I suppose Erik is going to come and feed now." I heard her start to laugh next to me. "What's so funny?" I asked her. She merely took my hand and placed it on my chest. There I felt a pair of puncture wounds. I sat up, "What the hell? When did he do that?"
I flew forward and bit into him, using all my skills to intensify him pleasure. His eyes opened for a second before he spasmed and arched his back with the intensity of his release. I heard him yell out in his ecstasy, "OH … MY … GOD…! ! ! !", while I finished feeding. He was absolutely delicious; the chase and anticipation must have added to the flavor.
"It wasn't me that bit you that last time. It was his influence that caused your abso-fucking-lutly amazing experience." She explained to me.
"I never saw him."
"What can I say, he moves fast."
"But how did he know when – or was he in here the whole time?" I thought of how we had pleasured each other and hoped he hadn't been watching.
"We have a bond that allows us to communicate telepathically; I told him when you were ready. We knew you would balk if we told you exactly what to expect – which is why we were so cryptic when you asked when he would feed - but we never told you any lies." She changed subjects then, "How tired are you?"
I reflected on what she had said, "I don't feel very tired, actually I feel great."
"How about that dance now then?"
"Where, we can't very well go upstairs."
"Here", she replied as she slid an iTouch into a docking station and pushed a button on the screen.
She is benediction
She is addicted to he
She is the root connection and
She is connecting with me
Here I go and I don't know why
I spin so ceaselessly
Could it be he's taking over me
"What is this?" I asked. It sure doesn't sound like any of the Metal that I like.
I'm dancing barefoot
Headed for a spin
Some strange music drags me in
It makes me come up like some heroine
"U2", she answered as if it was obvious.
She is sublimation
She is the essence of thee
She is concentrating on
He who is chosen by she
"Alright, I'll change it – but you don't get a choice about the next one." She warned me.
Here I go when I don't know why
I spin so ceaselessly . . .
She flipped through the screens with her finger before flipping one over by tapping on it and then tapping on a song.
"That looks like a pretty cool gadget. Probably something my geek brother wants." I commented.
She dragged me over to a large clear area as what she had selected began playing. "Come, dance with me." So I obliged her. Her moves here were pure sex, not the seduction she had adopted upstairs. I had problems following her here and spent most of the song watching her.
I've been waking in a state of fire
From a dream about you
And nothing's gonna cool me down
Till my dream comes true
Does it shoo the butterflies inside
When you meet me at the door
When I say hello and I kiss your mouth
Does it taste a lot like ... more?
I want to turn you on when you imagine me in lingerie
I want to make you hunger for the someday I will beg to stay
... Just to turn you on
Are you ready I can taste it all
But it's got to be right
And the candles and the sweet perfume
Are gonna touch you tonight
I want to turn you on I want to dance to some exotic song
I want to make you wonder if you still know right from wrong
I want to turn you on
Tell me this is more than just a masturbation fantasy
You're a hot erotic man and I'm the master,
You're the slave I need
Does that turn you on?
I want to turn you on
I've gotta turn you on
"That wasn't fair, you just watched me. You're as bad as Erik is."
I heard another song begin, "And it was very enjoyable." I said lightheartedly.
Her eyes had widened a little and she pushed me into the overstuffed chair, "Then watch." She whispered throatily as the words began.
Step inside, the lights are down, let the show begin
Take your place, a front row seat, with my leading men
You can feel alive tonight
You see, I know just what you're after
This time her moves were almost x-rated. Too bad we had already fucked each other so thouroughly.
Come tonight, we'll make it right
Say you'll always be my lover
You can be my fantasy
Just think of all that we'll discover
See my toys, we'll play the game on my movie show
A line of boys, an all-night part in my porno love
Skin tight pants fit oh so right
I made my mind up when I saw you
Come tonight, we'll make it right
Say you'll always be my lover
You can be my fantasy
Just think of all that we'll discover
Heart beats fast so make it last
I must remember all you whisper
I want you now, forever now
I'll see you on the screen forever
When we make love
Step inside, the lights are down, the show's begun
You can stay, a front row seat, so you'll see the fun
You can be my star tonight
'Cause now I know just what you're after
Come tonight, we'll make it right
Say you'll always be my lover
You can be my fantasy
Just think of all that we'll discover
Heart beats fast so make it last
I must remember all you whisper
I want you now, forever now
I'll see you on the screen forever
When we make love
As she finished I realized that my little man was standing at attention. She looked over at me and smiled as if she had a secret. Gliding over to me, she ended by straddling me and we proceeded to screw each other silly yet again.
When I was done with Dean I used one of my fangs to slice open my tongue before standing and deeply kissing my mate – making sure I left some of my blood in her mouth.
You know what I would like for you to do for me My Lover.
Love, I don't understand why you want me to do this.
I thought I might reward him; he will most likely want to be able to go again, now he can.
And you will always know where he is – among other things. Or are you forgetting that?
There is that, Lover. I am counting on it.
I left the bedside as swiftly as I had approached, and turned to watch one last time as she fell forward to kiss him deeply. I smirked and laughed softly to myself as I let myself out.
The End
First Song: "Dancing Barefoot" by U2
Second Song: "Turn You On" by Berlin
Third Song: "When We Make Love" by Berlin
It is my hope that I have entertained. There is a very small chance that I may add on to this story at a later date – but for now it is complete.