Chapter 4

Doing The Deed

Now that I had consented to what my body craved but my brain deplored, Eric's mouth went into overdrive. He made small, guttural noises that were scary and erotic at the same time. Bill was occupied with helping me out of my shirt as he pressed his erection into my backside. The hardness and size of it thrilled me and made me shiver with anticipation. I knew what kind of lover Bill was, we had been intimate in almost every way two people could be, but there was another side to him, according to Eric. The prospect of experiencing that other side tonight filled me with butterflies. Would I see the rough, animal side of him that I had seen in the cemetery, again? It had scared me a bit when it had happened, but that fear had fueled my lust. I'd had an orgasm that blew a few brain cells that night, Bill all dirty, caked with mud, thrusting inside me like something rabid.

And what about Eric, who had most certainly just bitten my bra in two? Sure I'd had plenty of fantasies that involved him, any girl would. But those fantasies had never involved Bill as well and I certainly never for a minute believed that they could ever come to fruition.

The feel of Eric's tongue on my nipple brought me back to the present. Eric was here, in my house, helping my boyfriend pleasure me like I was sure no other woman had been before. Before I knew what was happening, the orgasm hit me and my legs gave way.

I was calling out to god, babbling like a lunatic. Dear lord, Eric and Bill had helped me find a new religion and neither one had gone near my holiest of holies.

I felt Eric and Bill gently sit me on the couch. They were both smiling and saying something to each other in a tone so low I couldn't quite make it out. I must have given them a quizzical look because Eric answered my unvoiced question.

"We were discussing what a finely tuned libido you have, lover. I, personally have never known a human woman to, ah, peak, that easily without some sort of genital manipulation."

"Her scent is driving me crazy! I cannot wait much longer." Bill was frenzied, he couldn't help but to press himself up against the arm of the couch. I almost laughed, the way that he looked as he did it reminded me of this old dog that used to come around when I was a young girl. It would hump anything that stood still long enough.

"There is something else that we must take care of first."

I looked at Eric, not sure what he was talking about. He didn't make me wait for an answer.

"You need to drink from both of us."

"Why?" My head was spinning, my legs were like Jello, my heart was racing. I'd had their blood before, I knew it tied me to them in ways I couldn't yet fully understand. Why must I drink from them again?

"For strength, Sookie." Bill's voice was tense and ragged. "You are with two vampires tonight."

"And it will make fucking that much more intense and incredible."

Leave it to Eric to put it in the most antiseptic way possible.

"So, you'll drink from me as well?" It was a dumb question, I knew that they would.

"Oh yes." Eric said with an impish grin that reduced me to a raw bundle of nerves. I could feel my crotch throb every time my heart pulsed.

Bill came to me first and bit his wrist. His blood streamed slowly, thick like molasses. He held his wrist close to my mouth and I closed my eyes and hesitantly began to drink.

I felt my lacy underwear being tugged down my legs gently and then cool hands on my inner thighs spread them. I was totally unprepared as I felt a tongue start to make slow circles on my clit. Eric was doing to me what no one had ever done before, not even Bill. I had always wanted him to but was always too shy to ask for it. The feeling was beyond intense. I had no basis for comparison but I couldn't help but believe that Eric was also the master of this as well.

Bill was moaning, his eyes rolled back into his head. The more Eric lapped and sucked at my center, the harder I drank from Bill. Without thinking, I reached my hand down into the front of his pants and freed his cock. I began stroking it slowly, looking up at his face until we made eye contact. It was more than he could stand. Between the feel of my mouth, drinking him in and the increasingly fast stroking I was providing, he came like a volcano.

I was also climbing towards another release. I looked away from Bill and down at Eric. He was staring at me while he ate my pussy. Suddenly he sucked on my nerve center and slid a long slender finger inside of me. I screamed with sheer pleasure as I came for what seemed like forever. It was too much and not enough all at the same time.

I want to eat you alive.

I was startled, it was a thought, a real thought from someone. But that was impossible, I couldn't read vampire minds.

Look at me Sookie.

I looked at Eric, he was projecting to me. This was dangerous, I shouldn't be doing this.

I know you can hear me, I'm willing it. This one of my talents, I can project my thoughts although I don't do it often. I want you to know how you affect me, everything I feel. Will you share this with me?

I gave him a slight nod, I knew instinctively that this was not something he wanted Bill to know. I was practically dripping wet, knowing that I was inside Eric's head.

Bill had slumped to the floor, seemingly drained (no pun intended) from his release and my drinking of his blood.

Eric stood before me now and took off that silly pink tank top he had worn to the orgy.

"Come to me, Sookie. Drink from me."

I want you to bite me, tear into me and take what you want, my lover.

I leaned forward and stood on my shaky legs. That wasn't going to work.

"Will you get on your knees for me Eric?" The huskiness and strength in my voice surprised me. I sounded so sure of myself, so unlike plain old Sookie the barmaid.

He was no sooner on his knees in front of me that I was on him, my legs wrapped around his torso and my teeth ripping into his carotid artery. He cried out, was it surprise? I thought it was more like pleasure. How can you surprise a 1000 year old vampire? My teeth struck gold and my tongue lapped greedily at the wound. I didn't recall the taste of his blood, I had been unconscious when it had been given to me before. The taste was not unlike Bill's as well as the same consistency. I was totally unprepared for the, let's call them visions, that accompanied the blood.

There wasn't anything in particular I could grasp on to, it was more feeling than seeing. The only way I can describe it is it felt like someone was making exquisite love to my soul. I was vaguely aware of the sounds Eric was making, almost sobs. Then I could hear his thoughts as I drank deeply.

I've waited so long for this. I love her, I've found my soul, my home at last. She will be mine.

And then it was like someone muted my life.

I couldn't hear his thoughts anymore.

Oh shit, did I somehow kill him? Did I drink too much?

I leaped away from him, it was a strange feeling because I was also experiencing another mind-boggling orgasm as I did.

Eric's eyes were glazed over, he had his cock in his hand and was lazily fondling it. I was ready to shake him, to bring him out of his daze when I felt cold hands grab me from behind.