Of Blades and Fangs - A New Covenant

by Pozzo89

In an alternate timeline of the Marvel Multiverse, this work is set to show what would happen if one major moment in the movie Blade II occurred differently. What if Blade arrived in time to prevent Nyssa from being bitten by Nomak? This fanfiction aims to explore the possibilities offered by canon divergence and personal interpretation.

5. Chapter 5 - A Beautiful Partnership

Once Eric made it to her bedroom, Nyssa had her back to him and was dancing on her tiptoes, trying to take off her black, leather pants. Since her boots were nowhere to be seen, they had probably been disposed of the same way as his. Upon perceiving the man tearing off across the room, she wheeled around with a broad grin and reached out her left hand to get the knapsack from her bed and threw it toward him, the same time he jumped over the corner of the bed. The bag hit the Daywalker right in the face and he grimaced in pain as something within that sack, like the sole of a boot, clashed against his nose. Nonetheless, he managed to land more or less smoothly on his feet over the bed, as the bag fell by his side. He was just in time to extend his left hand and grab a laughing Damaskinos heiress by the wrist, while she tried to hastily get around him. The force of her speed threatened to yank the hunter down, and he mentally thanked his low center of gravity for keeping his balance the same time he struggled to wheel on his left heel toward her. Thus, as the woman tried to escape from his grasp, he forcefully tugged her back to his chest and wrapped his right arm around her waist. She let out a shriek of delight, playfully trying to wriggle out of his grip, as he tilted his head to the side and lovingly plunged his nose into her black, curly and dirty hair, groaning victoriously into her right ear.

"Gotcha!".

Then, his right hand roamed over her stomach, fiddling with the buckles of the three straps of her corset to unfasten it, while his left one crept up her arm and his fingers slid beneath the left shoulder strap, grazing her skin as the Stalker worked to undo her garment. Her laughter rapidly gave way to small sighs of pleasure, and her breath quickened as she lifted her arms to help him finally take off her top in one, smooth motion, exposing her perfect breasts, which stood out firm and erect as if gravity did not exist. He then swiftly spun her around for a strong, solid kiss, pulling the woman against him while her free breasts grazed his bare chest, enflaming his desire once again and causing the two of them to moan in unison, lips against lips. The slayer darted out his tongue, plying her mouth with hungry insistence until she opened it to him, only to have her tongue twirling itself around his, inviting him further and further. He pulled slightly back his torso so he could reach for her round orbs, cupping them with his hands as his thumbs rubbed back and forth over her nipples until they were taut and fierce like knives. For her part, the vampire princess let her hands travel his chest, exploring his stomach while her fingertips brushed along his abs, briefly stopping only when they met the waistband of his pants. Then, she skilfully played with the fly until she pried it open and slipped her right hand inside the opening, slowly and sensually trailing her fingers down the erection pinning his short-leg boxer briefs, over the shape of his nads and back up. She kept massaging his junk through the thin fabric of his underwear, causing a long, deep growl of pleasure to rumble through his throat as his tongue started to vibrate against hers, trying to convey his emotions with quick and light strokes. Then, without stopping her ministrations nor her tongue-twirling, Nyssa began slowly pulling away from Eric until she finally ended their make-out with a wet, almost obscene pop. As his hands fell to her hips, she calmly and complacently opened her half-closed eyes to him although, in spite of her smug expression, her face betrayed her desire and passion. All too caught up in his own excitement, he just stared at her with blank eyes till her smirk grew into a breathtaking grin and she leaned back forward to whisper something into his left ear.

"You've got me, bogeyman…".

By then, his manhood was definitely poking out of the waistband of his boxers and the woman, with an expert and thrice-damned teasing motion, slid her thumb inside the elastic fabric to caress the purple head of his tumescent member, making it throb with lust and an aching need for her: the need to be inside her.

"…now, how do you want to take me?".

Then, the Damaskinos heiress laid a slow kiss on the small, pointed eminence of the Daywalker's left ear, gliding sinuously the tip her tongue over his auricle.

'Holy fuck!'.

That surely jolted him out of his trance-like state.

'I've gotta do something, now. Right now, before I jizz my pants!'.

Thus, with a renewed focus and a pressing sense of urgency, he moved his hands from her waist down to her bum, snaking them inside her half-unbuttoned pants to cup her cheeks and then yanking her up to him.

"I've been thinking about some appetizers".

Upon being pulled up, closer to his waist, she let go her hold on his tight boxers and wrapped her arms and legs around him, while he turned to his right and hefted her onto the wall niche within which the window was set. The sudden movement and change in position caused his pants to fall to his ankles, and he had to gracelessly kick and swear under his breath a few times before he could finally step out of them. Then, the hunter unceremoniously dropped the woman like a sack of potatoes on the edge of the niche, which was narrower and shorter than expected, causing her to bump the back of her head against the wall.

"Ouch! Watch where you're carrying me, you clumsy oaf!".

He quickly reached out his right hand to roughly caress her head, while she gave him a vexed look.

"Ops! Sorry princess. I'll make it up to you, I promise. Stand on me".

Then, he slid her along the edge till her right side ended leaning more or less comfortably against the rounded corner of the niche, the glass of the indoor window supporting her back. Her already half-opened pants slipped down to the knees, revealing her madder-red, silk and soaked undies and a pair of matching socks which in turn ran up past her knees. With his left hand, he pulled the pants further down so that they hugged her ankles and then he turned up his face to gaze at her.

"A little help, here, princess. Please, I need it to work my magic".

Still annoyed, she rolled her eyes heavenward but did what he asked for, dangling her toned and well-shaped legs until her pants finally fell down to the floor.

"It better be some magic, Daywalker".

Hearing those skeptical words of hers, his right hand went down from the back of her head, trailing the contours of her left cheek to cup her chin between his thumb and forefinger.

"Princess… I'm about to rock your world".

After that bold statement, his fingers resumed their journey down to her neck and collarbone, resting on her left breast. Meanwhile, his left palm held her silk-clad thigh, helping her stand in that awkward, precarious position.

"But first, I think I should ingratiate myself with your girls".

Thus, he began fondling her left breast.

"Last time, we had all been so caught up in the moment…".

He cupped the round shape of her flesh with his free hand and circled around the areola with the pad of his thumb, stimulating with his point finger her nipple into a hard, tight nub.

"…that I failed to please them properly".

Her chest raised and lowered with heavy sighs, and he noticed her breathing had changed, quickening.

"Blade, if you think that a—ah. Ah. Ah!".

The Stalker leaned to kiss her right breast, taking the nipple within his mouth and stroking his tongue over the already hardened peak. He eagerly mapped her mound with many passes of his tongue, leaving trails of saliva all over her bosom. The vampire princess arched her back to allow his hand further exploration and to urge his mouth to continue worshiping her chest, grasping the edge of the wall niche with her right hand to hold herself and sticking a knuckle of her left forefinger between her teeth to stifle a moan of pleasure, which came out through the vibrations of her vocal cords, anyways.

"Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!".

After a good minute of playing with her breasts, and despite her plea for more, he tore his mouth from her bosom and placed his wets lips between her orbs, starting to kiss his way downward her flat, toned plane of her stomach. His right hand in turn descended on her hip, sliding into her panties as his fingers hooked in the thin, delicate fabric. In his mind, he intended to gently pull her underwear down but, either for the excessive force he put or his own overwhelming excitement, he ended up tearing them apart.

'Ops'.

She gave a little gasp of surprise and tipped her head down to stare dumbfounded at the mess he had made of her undergarment.

"Those were my favourites…".

He glanced at the torn piece of underwear in his hand, then promptly turned his eyes up to look at her, somewhat embarrassed.

"Well, I guess I'll have to buy you a new set".

He carelessly threw it behind his shoulders and focused back on the beautiful woman that lay in front of him. She had a look somehow between annoyance and expectation.

"I'll hold you to that".

Both the slayer's hands slithered to cup the back of her knees, so that he could easily tease her abdomen with his tongue, swirling slow, wet circles around her navel as she breathed hard, trembling with satisfaction. Kneeling down on her crumpled pants, he paused for an instant, shooting a meaningful glance up at the woman, whose eyes betrayed a quivering impatience for him to continue.

"Buckle up, Nyx. The real magic begins now".

In spite of his previous clumsiness, Nyssa obliged him and adjusted her legs in her precarious position to offer him the denuded triangle of her sex, parting her full and round outer lips. His attention was drawn straight to a thin strip of dark, carefully trimmed hair ending just above the swollen clitoral hood, which had already started to draw back, exposing a semi-hard clit. As Eric remembered from yesternight, her smooth labia were darker brown than her olive skin and, by that moment, they were glistening with the evidence of her arousal.

'Beautiful'.

Licking his lips in anticipation, and breathing in a long sigh, he leaned forward to kiss her mound. He started, gently yet directly, by placing his moistened lips on her foreskin and slowly stroking the inner clitoris lying underneath with the tip of his tongue. The quite sound of his kissing and stroking was soon combined with the little gasps of delight that occasionally escaped the woman, who started to move her pelvis in time with the rhythm of his tongue on her flesh. Side to side, up and down, clockwise and counterclockwise and then repeating the whole thing all over again. Like a zealous worshiper chanting silent prayers to a goddess incarnate, in the hopes that he could thus earn redemption for his damned soul. Sometimes, the upward movements of her hips made him nuzzle his nose into her black, short pubic hair, deeply inhaling her heady and feminine scent. Trying to maintain focus, Blade began alternating his slow, smooth swirls with faster, stronger glides of tongue, while his hands started to fondle her legs, caressing her bare thighs, his fingers slid down to the hollow behind her knees and his calloused digits grazed against the red silk of her socks.

"Uuummhh… uh! Hhhssssss…".

A sudden gasp stopped her muffled moaning, quickly followed by a long hiss through clenched teeth. Then, her legs wriggled free from the Daywalker's hold and started to restlessly stir in the air, waving wildly around him as her whole body tensed in reaction to the change in his pace. The reaction prompted him to glance up at the Damaskinos heiress who, with her torso still arched upward, had begun to fondle her own, perky breasts and hard nipples. Smirking inwardly with self-satisfaction, he went back to his task of pleasing the woman perched in front of him, bound and determined to turn her hisses and moans and gasps into full-fledged cries of ecstasy. With that purpose in mind, he let his tongue loose on her vulva and especially on her exposed pink-red inner labia, rhythmically running quick, upward and downward motions attuned to her labored breathing. After a good two minutes of steady, dedicated servicing the vampire princess with his lips and tongue, the Stalker had his pencil moustache drenched with her essence and her silk-clad feet, which she had previously placed on his shoulders, had begun to tremble with increasing intensity until she whimpered and whined almost hysterically, both her hands rushing down to keep him in position.

"Mmmhhhmm… g-g—gah. Gah! Ha, ha, ha! Hhhaaaww…".

Somehow, her nonverbal yet impassioned plea did not go ignored by the otherwise ruthless vampire slayer, who begun to smoothly push his tongue deep through her swollen and pink-red folds, slithering his muscle in and out of her vestibule. As before, his mouth kept alternating different movements, kissing, tonguing and lips brushing so that her lingering excitement could build up to another, rousing climax. With a renewed determination and a grim look on his face, no matter how firmly pressed it was against her crotch at the moment, like a craftsman eager to practice his art he swiftly ran his hands along her thighs to her sex. There, his right fore and middle fingers gently opened her labia to join his tongue in teasing her, wiggling his index finger up and down as he again lashed her clit with long licks followed by short, quick, in and out motions of tongue. Then, his index finger finally entered her and the woman suddenly gasped and jerked at it, dangerously bucking in her already precarious position so that her feet slipped, and she involuntarily ended up hooking her legs over his shoulders, while he tried to help her standing by holding her right thigh with the palm of his left hand. The hunter felt the fine, smooth fabric of her silk socks against his skin as her calves twitched with light spasms, up and down his naked back. For a while, his mouth stayed busy with her clit and his finger kept moving within her as she drew in repeated soft breaths in quick succession till the moment Blade inserted another finger, wiggling the two of them so that they could catch the spot he already knew would have driven her wild, and she shattered again.

"Mmm… uuugghh! Uh, uh, uh… ah, ah, ah… Ah!".

Nyssa wailed incoherently and her Kegel muscles clenched tightly around his fingers as her pelvis convulsed forward, which in turn definitely threw her off balance and caused her to slip from her perch, making her tumble down on an unsuspecting Eric who, busy as he was with making her orgasm again, reacted too late and could only act as a safe cushion for her to down on. With a loud thump, the pair of them landed rather ungracefully on floor and the Daywalker bumped the back of his head against the bed which, he realized only that painful moment, was made of some metal and, despite soft bedclothes, hit him hard enough to make him swear through clenched teeth.

'Ouch! Shit!'.

As if it was not enough, he bumped the head a second time when he finally touched the grey, metal slabs that made the floor.

'Ouch! Motherfucker!'.

The hunter, and the woman who was on top of him, laid still for a few moments, in complete and awkward except for the sound of their own breathing. When he finally craned his neck to look up at her, his eyes rounded in amazement at the wondrous sight spread out before him. Sprawled across his belly like a rag doll, with her beautiful, toned legs lying limply along his sides, the vampire princess' had her swollen, drenched vulva fully and shamelessly on display. A sudden, though lazy and groggy movement of her back drew the Stalker's attention away from that enticing view and turned it to a more immediate, aching concern.

"God. Oh my God, that's what I call a beautiful coochie. This would be another perfect moment—except your back landed on my nut sack. Please, Nyssa, get off…".

Eventually, his heartfelt plea jolted the Damaskinos heiress out of the afterglow she was basking in, even after they had toppled over.

"Oops! I'm sorry, Eric!".

She then made haste to prop her body up on her hands and feet, crawling away from the slayer with spider-like moves. With a grown person's weight finally off his lower abdomen, he audibly groaned, grabbed his groin and rolled over in pain.

"Ow, my balls…".

Behind his back, the woman immediately switched to doctor mode and carefully turned Blade back over, face up, so that she could have a look at him.

"Here, let me check on you".

However, when she reached out her hands to remove his boxer briefs, probably in order to feel for any damage to his precious junk, he uncooperatively kept his hands to his crotch and instead tried to roll over, again.

"Please, Nyssa, I don't need a doctor. I just need… to lie down, for a minute".

Like an annoyed doctor with poor bedside manners, she unceremoniously moved his hands away and took his last piece of underwear off, tending to his bare, sore groin.

"Nyssa, just— let me catch my breath".

Unrelentingly, she scoffed at his request.

"Come, come. Don't be such a crybaby".

Then, she began palpating the inguinal region with surprising gentleness and care.

"Do you feel any pain here? Or here?".

Actually, the pain had rapidly subsided and disappeared in the short time the two of them were busy arguing. Nevertheless, he was going to milk it for all it was worth.

With growing concern, Eric had coming to realize that, in Nyssa's presence, it seemed he was bound to act like a dumb, stupid, awkward and somewhat crude kind of guy. What he failed to get was why all those sudden, unnatural changes in his behavior and attitude occurred only near that woman. Despite all the Daywalker had said and done, it was not like he was falling for the vampire princess. Was it?

A long, serious stare from the aforementioned princess reminded him he was under the close scrutiny of a physician, kind of.

"Oh yes!".

The hunter put on his best sour face and tried to look hurt.

"It hurts. A lot…".

Judging from her skeptical expression, it appeared she could easily see right through his little game. He regretted having left his shades somewhere in the study room. No, scratch that. It was her who had sent them flying through the room with a mean slap across his face.

"Are you sure, Blade? 'Cause, in my experience of pain-provocation testing through palpation, the area I'm feeling now is not related to genital trauma. This area here in the iliac region I was palpating before, while you were busy talking with yourself, is the one where traumas like that are actually located".

Noticing only that moment the Damaskinos heiress had been examining different areas of his shaven groin, the Stalker looked down his crotch, and then looked up again to her.

'Busted…'.

In a desperate attempt to salvage the situation, the first thing that came to his mind was questioning her medical ability. With hindsight, not the best follow-up.

"Uh, are you sure you know how to do that—thing?".

As a further proof that the woman could read him like a book, her doubting expression morphed into a knowing smirk.

"Um… are you implying that I'm not palpating you properly?".

She moved right hand way down his crotch, where she began to softly touch his nads. Her featherlight touch turned into a tender, yet insistent stroke as she cupped his whole sac with her palm, rubbing her fingers against his testes and caressing the root of his shaft with her thumb. Within seconds his arousal, previously dissipated in their tumble, rose up again in the air, thick and solid and throbbing. The slayer silently locked his gaze with hers, whose eyes had a mischievous gleam.

"Oh, what do we have here?".

Immediately, she snaked her hand upward and curled her fingers around his member, grazing her palm along his sensitive skin, already ridged with veins all the way to its head.

"Just when I was thinking the mood had irremediably been ruined…".

The woman gave his member a light squeeze, using her thumb to draw little circles on his glans and teasing him so much that he suddenly gasped with pleasure.

"…I find you still hard, and randy".

Then, she nonchalantly started to rub her hand up and down his hot, pulsing length. Being held by her hand like this made Blade feel powerless and vulnerable, in a way he had never felt before: and he liked it.

"You never cease to amaze me, Eric".

Never stopping her ministrations, with the same sly, smooth movements of a cat she manoeuvred herself between his legs, splaying them to accommodate her sensual body in front of his package. Nyssa smiled lustily at him as she began kissing his member, starting with a smack to the head and then trailing small kisses round the shaft. Eric watched her completely motionless, mesmerized, as her tongue subsequently darted out to caress his rod, which had begun to throb in her hand like crazy. In rapt fascination, all he could do was keeping his legs spread wide apart to give her a better access, excitedly scraping his fingers against the floor and making nervous fists with his hands.

'Holy shit! This the first time she gives me head!'.

Striving to be subtle, the Daywalker actively contracted his perineal muscles with the hope of preventing an early release. Despite all the pressure which had been building up all morning, he did not want to let out anything. He felt that he had to prove his self-control was better than any of her previous fiancés, flings or hook-ups. He knew he was better, far better than any of them. Even in that stupid edging game of hers. His competing train of thought miserably derailed as the Damaskinos heiress sensuously slipped her mouth over the head of his member, making him shiver with pleasure and desire.

'Fuck! How on Earth am I going to endure all this?'.

She caught him glancing down in her direction as she slowly pushed her mouth down, and she winked naughtily at him. The gesture gave the hunter another little pang of jealousy but, at that point, he did not really care anymore. Granted, she had probably been around more than he had ever lived, and it was only natural that during that time she had got her fair share of men. If, as they said, practice made perfect, he was surely benefiting from the skills she had honed over the years, with all the partners she had got, be them three or three hundred.

'I can't possibly pretend she just miraculously knew how to properly give head, can I?'

His mind briefly went to his own few affaires and hanky-pankies, to the great stress they all had laid on providing a good lip service and to the lengths he had to go to develop that kind of skill.

'Hell, even I didn't miraculously come to know how to properly muff dive'.

As he squandered his time on musing about the woman's oral sex abilities, she started to slowly move her head up and down his shaft, making little moaning and sighing sounds. The sensation of his member engulfed in her wet, warm mouth was almost overwhelming, and he had to flex again his muscles to control the urge to ejaculate. At that point, the Stalker was sure she was simply showing off her skills, undoubtedly amused to sense how difficult was for him not to blow his load into her mouth, here and then.

"Mmmhhhmm".

She was so loud that her moans echoed through the room. Her left hand grabbed hold of his swollen shaft, keeping it steady, while her right one began stroking him up and down, with her mouth lubricating the flesh and making it glistening and juicy. Then, she started a gentle, twisting motion with her left hand to add even more stimulation to his already overexcited member, which set him on edge once again. The slayer, after another contraction of his muscles to rein in his excitement, propped himself to his elbows and gaped at what she could do for any man, human or vampire, lucky enough to be her partner. Never in his experience, as limited as a vampire slayer's could be, had he met such a woman who, in public or in the company of others, would act so strait-laced while being so sexy, sleazy or even dirty nowhere else but in her own house, when the doors shut upon her.

'Fuck! This feels so damn good…'.

As Blade looked past the woman's bending head, his eyes locked on her perfect, inviting breasts squashed against the bedroom floor. Somewhere in the back of his head, a more than enticing thought of the pair of them having another kind of intercourse cropped up.

Eric flashed to a sudden and stirring mental picture of himself, standing right in front Nyssa, letting her kneel to place his throbbing rod on her deep cleavage. She then squeezed and massaged his aching shaft, occasionally kissing the wet, glistening glans as it appeared between her breasts.

'Holy shit! Get it together, man!'.

He had to groan himself out of his daydream, once again squeezing his muscles a little tighter to hold back. For the umpteenth time, she seemed to sense what he was thinking or what was going through his mind, because she again winked wickedly at him while she quickened the pace of her blow job. He gazed down into those dark, hypnotic eyes of hers which locked with his as she kept servicing him.

"Nyx… keep doing this, oh… and I'll do anything you want me to do".

The Daywalker's brain was befogged by the intensity of their eye contact, or by the energy of her ministrations, and in that peculiar, hazy state of mind he said something which he immediately regretted. However, for better of for worse, the vampire princess smiled enigmatically and carried on servicing him.

"Mmmhhhmm—mmm—mmm".

She wobbled her head a little for effect as she bobbed up and down, her moans increasing in volume and frequency. By then, his rod was glistening with her saliva and, from his perspective, it both looked and felt rock hard with aching desire, wet and slippery from all her committed care. The hunter was lost in the pleasure of having wrapped around him those thin ruby lips of her which, though split and sore, were still able to produce a primitive, elemental and yet almost divine sensation of ecstasy.

'God, heaven should be like this'.

As if some kind of a trickster demoness had been hiding herself all that time within the Damaskinos heiress and overhearing his most secret thoughts, she suddenly kneeled up in the small space available between his legs, abruptly letting go of the head of his still needy shaft with a shameless, satisfied pop. Then, to worsen his situation, she made a show of running her tongue around her already wet lips and grinning mischievously at him.

"Well, that was fun!".

The Stalker had been reduced to silence by the sudden turn of their foreplay, and the dumbfounded look he had on his face caused her to burst out laughing.

"Ha! Ha! I love doing this!".

As his astonishment failed to quickly dissipate, she persisted in her teasing by trailing her hands down to his waist and then sliding them all over his abs. The whole movement made her perky breasts squeezed between her arms, thrusting forward and regaling him with a generous view of her bosom and her whole naked torso.

"I mean… I love leaving this sort of impression!".

Then, the vampire princess' hands went to rest near the root of his shaft as both her thumbs began to idly trace over the highly sensitive skin, as if she was trying to appreciate every single vein that ridged his rod, still aching with desire. The wicked grin that was lingering on her features gradually morphed into a mocking smile.

"Well, Daywalker, after careful examination I've come to the conclusion that there's no sign of genital trauma".

He failed to notice she was starting to get up on her feet.

"So, I'll give you a clean bill of health and you are free to go".

She winked briefly at him.

"Enjoy your shower".

At last, the cogs of his mind began to move again, and the slayer managed to grab the woman by her fingers, before she could move away from him.

"What!? Wait a minute! I-I-I—".

She interrupted him, her expression turning apparently serious.

"Blade, today's going to be a shitstorm of a day. I recommend that we both take a refreshing shower and then prepare for the Cabinet meeting".

She might have been right. Hell, for all he cared, she could have told him that she was going to her study to transmit across the Internet the cure for cancer she had just discovered. He only wanted her to finish what she had started, bringing him to climax and allowing his release, the release that he had managed to delay beyond belief, to finally erupt past her thin, ruby lips and inside her lush, delectable mouth. No more teasing, no more staggering, no more backing off. He addressed the woman he was still slackly holding with his hands, while an expression of hurt and deep disappointment grew on his face.

"And so? Are you gonna leave me like this!? Unsatisfied?"

At that, Nyssa arched an eyebrow in question as an enigmatic smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth.

"What satisfaction canst thou have to—day?".

Eric's eyes went wide with surprise and his previous, aggrieved expression change into something bordering on shock.

'No! You ain't gonna get that from me, Nyx!'.

Careful to not respond in kind to that line with its supposed follow-up, he hurriedly put together an answer.

"I mean, we're a pretty darn good team, no? I save your life, you save mine. So, I figured that, if I help you get off, maybe you could… you know, help me back?".

Her eyes flew open in mock, exaggerated horror and that moment he knew that she had been playing him for a fool.

"Daywalker! How dare you talk to me like that!? I should slap you!".

With that, she gave him a slap to his manhood, which had been remained hard and throbbing for all that short yet intense time. Even though the slap was probably meant to be a playful one, his member was so sensitive that he grimaced at the light hit, releasing the woman from his already loose grip.

'Oh, you're so gonna pay for it!'.

Unperturbed, the Damaskinos heiress kneeled down once again and leaned forward to probably say something to his ear, making his rod tracing a long line from her jugular notch through her cleavage to her belly button.

'Damn, never mind! Do what you please, you saucy minx'.

All along that short way, a tingly and almost electrical sensation ran through his whole package, and he had to exert himself not to roll his eyes heavenward.

"Blade, you're lucky that I'm quite at my leisure and, thus, I might indulge you…".

She spoke in a quiet, lazy tone. Then, finally getting near his left ear, she whispered calmly and sexily.

"Mhmm, my nipples are hard as stone and my fanny is wetter than an otter's pocket".

Propping herself up on her right arm, she briefly nuzzled his ear and nibbled a bit at its lobe, while her left hand idly caressed her labia before roaming hungrily over his chest, leaving wet trails across his skin. The hunter was at a loss for words, and he could do nothing but close his eyes and mutter her name under his breath.

"Nyx…".

She placed her right forefinger on his lips to silence him. He did not exactly recall where it had been, but the intoxicating scent of her juices on its distal phalanx filled his nostrils and made him want to bite, lick and suck that finger.

"Now, Eric… be a dear and stay down. I'm going to take good care of you".

After that, the vampire princess slowly receded to her position, flat on her belly in front of his pelvis, grazing her left cheek against his member and then placing a little, languid kiss on its head. The Stalker's mind was in whirl, as if it had been going a million miles an hour while he laid motionless in that narrow space, between the wall and her bed, looking vaguely at the ceiling.

'Man, is this really happening? At long, fucking last?'.

At the thought of another, final blowjob his rod suddenly throbbed against her lips. That simple contact made him crane his neck to glance at the woman, over whose face a lustful smile had spread. Once again, his look went past her bruised and yet delicate features, fixing on her bosom pressed against the floor.

'Aw, those tits! As boobs go, they're surely worth killing for…'.

His attention was abruptly torn from her breasts when, almost as if she had been playing with some beloved pet, she began amusing herself by nuzzling his glans, and he repeatedly felt her breath against his sensitive skin as she inhaled and exhaled through her nostrils.

'Damn, woman! I really need you to put that thing in your mouth, now…".

Instead, the woman kept playing with his manhood while both her hands moved to secure the root of his throbbing shaft. Then, she darted the tip of her tongue out and trailed it around the crown of his penis.

'Fuck! It's a miracle my dick's not exploded yet'.

Flexing once again his perineal muscles to fight the urge to ejaculate, the slayer thought back over the course of their busy morning, their relentless teasing, their little bursts of intimacy, and the long-awaited moment when they finally got rid of their clothes as they had entered the princess' bedroom. A naughty grin creeping across her face brought him back to reality.

"Mmm, maybe next time we'll play another game".

She then opened her mouth and gently grazed her canines across his glans, sending shivers of excitement down his spine. He found himself hissing through clenched teeth as his head fell back to the floor and his hands unconscious closed into fists. He had never had a sensation like that one, lying with a woman while being, and feeling, totally vulnerable. And not with just any ordinary woman. A vampire, a she-vamp. His own reaction made Eric also realize that, to his shock, he did not mind in the least being and feeling so vulnerable with Nyssa. However, a careful consideration of the full, deep implications of that disturbing realization had to be pushed back to some other time, since there were more pressing issues at stake.

'Wow… how amazing is finding a woman who loves to do all this and doesn't treat it like a chore?'.

He craned his neck to glance at the Damaskinos heiress who, seemingly oblivious to his gaze, looked totally absorbed in the oral gratification. Granted, the previous night he really had no idea how the day would have unfolded, but the rough and passionate sex they had never made him think he was ending in a situation like that. It was then that her eyes lifted to his, signaling that she was the one in control.

"I know you can't resist me, Blade".

Trying to hide the embarrassment at being caught gawking, again, the hunter opted to own it and held the sly gaze of the woman, who had been idly fondling his package for some time now.

"I think I've been doing a good job resisting you so far".

A knowing smirk played on her lips.

"Daywalker, the only way you could resist me is if there were whitish ropes of goo plastered all over my bedroom ceiling…".

Her face went all the way down along the edge of his rod, stroking his member with the right side of her cheekbone and nose. Then, she tipped her head to the left side and pretended to look upward, squinting her eyes and sticking her tongue out of the left corner of her mouth, as if she had to concentrate on something.

"…and I don't see any, right now".

As the vampire princess rolled her tongue back inside her mouth to properly speak, it brushed against a vein ridging his rod, which throbbed cheerfully and thus betrayed his excitement.

'Fuck'.

He noticed her re-adjusting her head on his shaven pelvis, probably to get more comfortable as she observed his member.

"Mm, like I thought".

Not exactly knowing what say, the Stalker kept quiet as she leaned in to affectionately nuzzle her nose and upper lip against the root of his shaft.

"Hello there! In all the commotion of these past two nights, I believe we've not been formally introduced. I'm Nyssa and you are…?".

She moved even closer to his manhood.

"Eh? What do you mean you've got no name?".

Then, still laying on his pelvis, she tilted her head upwards to shoot him a mock glare.

"How could have spent your whole life with a big, cute puppy like this one and not having given him any name?".

Taken aback by her sudden change in behavior, he struggled to come up with an answer.

"Um, Nyx, I don't—".

She immediately shut him up.

"Hush now!".

After that, she turned her attention back to his shaft.

"Oh, my little nameless kótik. If you want, I can give you a name… mm, how about Dick?".

The warm air coming from her breathing caressed his rod, which began to pulse jauntily.

"Woo hoo, he likes it!".

She nuzzled his member a second time, after which she leaned closer once again.

"Eh? You like me!? Oh, dear, you're so adorable!".

She licked her lips and then placed a soft, wet kiss on the clean-shaven root of his shaft.

"There, you deserve it!".

After that, she glanced up at him, mirroring his quizzical expression.

"What? You've got to know my girls, and Jawsmine. It's only fair I make myself familiar with your most endearing feature".

At those words, he unsuccessfully tried to hold back a snicker.

'Jawsmine? Seriously? Oh, come on…'.

Untroubled by his reaction, she started to affectionately nuzzle his manhood, which lively responded in kind and made the woman giggle with delight. When she finally got quieter, she slightly propped herself up on her arms and ended with sitting on her knees, where her hands also went to rest. From there, her gaze slid over him till it locked with the Stalker's own, curious stare. Then, she broke the short silence which had fallen between by addressing him.

"Do you know that kindred can actually ingest other things besides blood?".

His brow furrowed and he looked askance at her.

"To my knowledge, it's just a façade. Many vampires vomit regular food up almost instantly, and even those that can keep it down for a while will still have to regurgitate what they had consumed later".

She slightly puckered her lips in response.

"Mm, that's not entirely true… I mean, no proper and scientific study has been yet conducted. However, drawing upon personal experience, I dare to say that straight up food poisoning isn't that much of a concern to us. Granted, our digestive system appears to be only able to process blood. Thus, if I'm to eat normal food, most of what I ingest will naturally come out of me: one way or the other. Thankfully, there aren't any lasting effects. Nausea, diarrhoea and vomiting, as you said yourself, might indeed occur, though those would be the worst-case scenarios. Paradoxically, I observed those symptoms in young turn-blood vampires, so I think they might be related to some complications in adapting to such new, different metabolism".

By then, the slayer had learned to bite his tongue since he feared that another of wiseass remarks might push her buttons the wrong way. Thus, as he struggled to keep himself from rolling his eyes in boredom, he racked his brains to think of a way to break the spell that had turned that sexy goddess into a dull and dreary schoolteacher, politely getting her back to service him.

"I-I—I'm afraid I'm missing your point".

Probably, and hopefully, oblivious to his inner struggle to not tell her to shut the fuck up and get the fuck on with the blow job, she rolled her eyes heavenward and looked at him as he was some kind of a moron. Then, she pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed in an exaggerated fashion, before going ahead with her explanation.

"My point is…".

As she started talking, she casually reached out with her right hand to nonchalantly take between her thumb and forefinger the head of shaft, which had been threatening to go limp during her tirade, and she made his whole manhood spring back to life with just one, soft rub of her fingers around its tip.

"…even if a vampire's healthy diet should exclusively consist of blood, human blood to be precise, I don't refrain from enjoying other, different sorts of foods".

As she talked, her whole hand moved to take a gentle hold of his member, and the sensation of her fingers curling around its sensitive skin made him involuntarily shudder with anticipation.

'Oh, you're so speaking my language right now, princess!'.

She probably chose to consciously ignore the goofy grin that he felt his face was breaking into, and she went on with her spiel, to which she nonetheless laced an intriguing innuendo.

"You know, to make it easier to blend in with kine when I'm in a public setting, getting a taste of what human life really is. Well, sort of".

The pace of her stroking kept quickening, slowly yet steadily. Meanwhile, her gaze, which had not left his since the beginning of her interminable gabble, became more and more intense.

"Speaking of taste, would you mind if I have a taste of you?".

Admittedly, Blade thought for a moment she was going to pop her teeth out and bleed him dry at the same time she serviced him. The second, unsettling thought that came to his mind was that he would have not even tried to resist her. His gazed had probably flickered at that, betraying his inner doubts, and fears, to the woman who seemed to have the key to see right through him because, stifling a chuckle, she quickly put her left, free hand on her chest, where the heart was, in a mock pledge to reassure him that she meant no harm.

"Daywalker, you have nothing to fear. Průzkumník's honour!".

The fun Nyssa was making of him had the dubious merit of focusing Eric's thoughts on a possible retort.

"Sorry, but I cannot help being skeptical about your intentions… when you're looking at me like I'm some kind of tasty snack".

Before she could reply, he immediately added.

"Besides, it's not like it's never happened before…".

To give meaning to his words, the Stalker moved his left hand back from his side to self-consciously caress the left side of his neck, his digits lingering on the exact spot next to the jugular vein where last night the Damaskinos heiress, in the throes of passion of their first time together, had sunk her fangs into and had drunk his blood. In clumsily playing the victim, his half-baked intention was to evoke compassion from the woman and thus bringing her straight back to nurse his manhood: his true goal. He immediately sensed he had hit a wrong note since, to his dismay, she halted her ministrations and blinked several times at him, apparently astonished, managing with some difficulty to stutter a reply.

"I-I-I didn't do it on purpose! I swear, I didn't!".

With a guilty and embarrassed expression on her face, she suddenly moved back from his groin and tried to spring up to her feet.

'No, no, no! Where do you think you're going, again!?'.

He flexed himself up, his legs locking on her calves to prevent her from getting up. In the meantime, both his hands sprung forward to catch the woman, the right one grabbing her from her elbow and the left one holding her by her right hip.

"Hey, hey hey! I'm just joking, princess! Nothing to be upset about!".

Having succeeded in holding the woman down, the hunter moved to cup her worried face between his palms.

"Is this about the bites we traded last night?".

She averted his questioning gaze, but he noticed her lips curling with discomfort.

"Is it a bad thing? Honestly, I've not given it much thought, 'cause I'm pretty damn sure it'd take something even more spicy and hot than that, to turn me into a full-fledged bloodsucker…".

He tilted his head to the side, trying to intercept her gaze. Then, stroking the vampire princess' cheekbones with his thumbs, the slayer gently set her face right up before his.

"…so, I thought, fuck it! You scratch my back, I scratch yours. You bite me, I bite you. Where's the harm in that?".

A somewhat bitter chuckle escaped her lips, but she kept avoiding his eyes.

"Princess? You all right? You're starting to worry me, now…".

At that, she moved her hands to grab on to his wrists and finally raised her eyes to meet his increasingly concerned gaze. For a split second, he thought he saw those dark, otherwise beautiful eyes of hers blackening with infinite sadness and regret. The woman then closed her eyes and heaved a great sigh.

"Harm? Not that I know of. However, there are other risks…".

He would have wanted to ask her in detail about those potential dangers, but she leaned in and rested her forehead against his.

"In due course, I'll talk with you about that. For now… just—don't let me bite you, nor you dare bite me".

Of course, Blade found her postponement of a clear explanation unsatisfactory, to say the least. The obvious sorrow she was brought to by his unaware remark, though, made him refrain from prodding the woman to spell out what troubled her. Instead, he tried to cheer her up and shift her focus on other, pressing issues: like his needy, still erect and shamefully unattended manhood.

"Is it something naughty?".

Nyssa let out a gloomy chuckle.

"Can't you think of anything else, silly?".

Eric took her reaction for a green light to go on and so he did.

"Can't help it. When I'm alone with you… I feel foolish, and naughty".

At last, she slowly opened her eyes and looked into his.

"Oh, do you now?".

With their foreheads still resting against each other, her hands slithered down from his wrists to caress his member which, remarkably, had not gone limp after her sudden change of mood. While his rod welcomed her touch and pulsated with excitement, his hands descended to gently grab her shoulders, as if he had to support himself.

"Yes, most painfully".

The Daywalker grinned impishly as she arched a brow and smiled back at him, connivingly.

"Dear, dear, Eric. You make me embarrassingly realise that I trailed away from our little game just when you appear to be in dire need of a release".

Her right hand started resolutely stroking his shaft as her left one moved to actively fondle his testes. The pleasure he had been feeling suddenly escalated, and he had to actually make an effort not to roll his eyes and keep his gaze locked with hers. A deep groan of pleasure rumbled through his throat, though, and he managed to only say a few, broken words in a choked voice.

"Y-yes. I'm—need… skeet".

Her conniving smile morphed into a knowing smirk, and she closed the ridiculous distance between them, leisurely rubbing her nose against his as words kept flowing from her lips.

"I just might know how to handle this sort of release…".

The Damaskinos heiress brushed her lips against his as she spoke, and the hunter had to restrain himself from jumping at them.

"Uh, uh…".

A further proof that she could read him like an open book and could sense his inner struggle, her smirk turned into a wide, amused grin as she adeptly massaging his whole erection.

"Yes, Eric. As I was trying to say before… I think that you, and Dick, might be able to provide me with a very special—protein drink".

The Stalker shuddered with excitement as he realized what she meant. Struggling to rein in his arousal, all he could do was screaming in head.

'Hell, yeah!'.

He had then to close his eyes when she slid her forehead to the right side of his face, rubbing her delicate skin against the hard top of his cheekbone.

"Consider this is as my personal thank you for what you did these last few nights…".

He likely knew what she was referring to. Accepting a truce with his sworn enemies, fighting side by side with them against an even more dangerous threat, having rough and passionate sex with the warrior princess commanding said, much-loathed enemies. Those kinds of things.

"…and days".

Again, he knew perhaps what she meant by that. A mere seventy-two hours ago, the slayer would have dismissed the thought as crazy or would have drawn his sword in outrage, if anyone had ever told him he would have connected on such a deep, personal level with a vampire. Hell, she even was not any ordinary vampire— she was a princess, the upcoming leader of their whole, damned lot. Since they had crossed swords with each other, he had been acting like their lives were inextricably intertwined and tightly joined together. He would have done anything to keep her safe, because he needed her: more than anything. That disturbing thought made him open his eyes.

'Damn it, what the fuck's wrong with me!?'.

For all he knew, he was acting like that just because she was fondling his junk like a real pro and he was in dire need of a good fuck. Again. Like those loony friends of hers had said about her.

"If anything, I'm not that sort of woman who let good deeds go unrewarded, Eric Brooks. Never doubt that about me".

The sound of her voice got through him, interrupting his inner monologue. It helped that her mouth was so close to his right ear that he could feel her warm breath against his auricle.

"Besides, you've had endured a stiffie all this time because of me. I'm worried that my knight in dark armour's going to explode…".

In spite of her caring words, her hands kept teasing him relentlessly, either by stroking his testes and by rubbing his shaft. He shut his eyes and contracted his muscles to control himself, letting escape only a groan of pain.

"Nngh!".

Clearly amused by his efforts, the woman closed in on his ear and grazed her lips against his tragus.

"Mm, very few men had exerted such control over themselves, with me, in this sort of situation".

He was about to shout something foolish at her, when she prevented his petty jealousy from erupting by simply whispering sensually into his ear.

"Hush, Blade. If you're really dying to know, we can talk about that too, later today. For now, you just lie back and let me worry about all the rest…".

As if he was under some kind of spell, the man quietly obliged her and leaned back in the narrow space between the right side of the woman's bed and the wall. As his head lightly touched the floor, he noticed her gazed was fixed on his manhood.

"Okay, full disclosure here: I can't get you, and Dick, off my mind…"

Nyssa moved her left hand from his testes and placed it on his abs, using it to prop herself up over his body. Eric followed in silence her eyes as they flickered from his groin to his chest, finally locking themselves with his own eyes.

"…and I'm sure you've already noticed my liking for—oral".

As she uttered those words, her gaze became more and more intense, turning into a sensual, mesmerizing stare.

"So, I think we're both going to enjoy this…"

By then, he was pretty much hanging on her every word.

"…very, very much".

Holding his stunned, speechless gaze, the vampire princess slightly leaned in, making her flat, toned stomach graze against the head of the Daywalker's shaft, which started to painfully pulse when it passed near her belly button.

"A minute's hardly passed, and I want this thing again in my mouth".

She paused for a beat, and then added.

"Also, I want to ease the pain you've been feeling".

In stark contrast with her intention, though, she had been ceaselessly rubbing her right hand up and down his erection for a while, then, and he grimaced as he strived to control his urge for an early release. It did not help that her passionate, enthralling stare, instead of calming the hunter down, kept him thrilled and shivering with excitement.

"Eric, I won't forget you've been there for me, the very moment all my hopes had faded, prompting me to live, to fight, to stand up for my people".

Admittedly, by then he had a hard time following the woman's words, considering her sudden mood swings he had already given up keeping track of. Granted, that day was probably the worst day she had ever had in her long life, but he still found difficult to understand how she could act like a sexy, sleazy vampire intent on seducing him only to turn, a few seconds later, into a deranged, Puritan housewife who slapped him for asking a nosy question. He also failed to get why and how she could seem one moment ready to bleed him dry by sucking him off and the subsequent moment she froze in her tracks, terrified to just touch him like she had AIDS or something. And then going on repeat, one time whispering filth and smut into his ear and another time confessing how deeply grateful she was to him for having saved her life. It was only after careful consideration that he decided not to worry about those things and just enjoy himself. And the real enjoyment seemed to get finally started when she removed her left hand from his chest and slightly leaned back, lowering herself down next to his member.

"I think it's about time I show you how deep my appreciation can go…".

Leaning up on his elbows to look at her, the Stalker felt himself smiling like an idiot.

'Yes, princess, show me!'.

The Damaskinos heiress adjusted her hold of his shaft so that she could place her lips against his girth without her fingers getting in the way. After a little, quiet upward and downward brush that sent electrical tingles to his core, she tilted her head to gaze up at him with her dark, deep eyes glowing in the cool, white light of the room.

"So, I'm wondering now if my precious guest, ally and adviser will let me suck on his great dick. What do think, Blade? Will you let me please you? Will you cum down my throat?"

Nodding vigorously, the slayer promptly gave his stuttering consent.

"B-b-by all means!".

Nyssa gave a self-satisfied smirk, pleased with the tone and content of his reply. She then placed her hands on the floor, next to his hips and placed a quick peck on the head of his shaft as she propped herself up on his groin.

"Now, seriously, relax and let me take care of everything, okay?".

Eric nodded again.

'Yeah, okay. Just, get it done!'.

Contrary to his expectations, instead of diving right in on his manhood, the woman leaned in with a graceful movement and began lightly kissing his taut pectoral muscles, nipping at the tough skin while making her way down his heaving chest and belly. When she got to his crotch, she trailed a different series of slow, wet kisses around the root of his shaft before darting her tongue out to stroke his pulsating rod with broad, flat passes. He shuddered in anticipation as she adjusted herself once again before his clean-shaven groin while her left hand reached up and her fingers curled around his member, purring smoothly all the way up to his glans.

"Mmm…".

As the Daywalker started to lose himself among those preludes to pleasure, he tilted his head up to the ceiling, squinting his eyes against the white, bright lights that flooded the room, he had the presence of mind to contract his perineal muscles in an attempt to control his rampant excitement. He almost did not hear her breathing something to him.

"Ooh, hey there!".

No, scratch that. Once he managed to tip his head down to look at the Damaskinos heiress, she was gazing lustily not at him, but at his erect, throbbing member.

"Dick, you're going to feel and taste so good in my mouth…".

He gasped and shuddered with surprise as her lips, at last, engulfed his glans. Before he could mount any resistance, she firmly held his shaft by the root while her tongue began to wriggle and writhe around the tip. The Stalker's eyes went wide as they stared into hers and, for a few interminable moments, he had the terrifying thought that he would have blown his whole load all at once, with the distinct possibility of one of her eyes being taken out by the first skeet. He felt his facial features contort with unbearable stress as he summoned all his strength to rein in his own body's call for release. The woman hummed in a low, soft voice as she swirled her tongue mercilessly around the head of his member.

"Mmmhhhmm".

Her hum turned into another definite moan as she began pushing her wet mouth down his rigid length, her hand squeezing just below her lips gently. He groaned as loudly as he could while his muscles jerked and twisted in spasms but succeeded to control his excitement. She in turn trilled and moaned again, making sounds he had hardly heard before as her lips touched the root of his shaft, and he sensed her holding her breath while she kept him deep inside her throat.

"Mmm. Nngh, ugh, gh—".

He just hoped nobody walked in on them, again, this time catching the vampire princess bent over the slayer and pleasuring him orally. She surely would have had one hell of a time trying to explain how they got there to another intruding friend of hers. And he was not in the right state of mind to successfully antagonize any other bloodsucker.

"Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!".

Moaning again, the woman began to bob her head up and down, giving once in a while a tight squeeze with her left hand to the root of his shaft. Maybe she was doing that to help him delay the inevitable, or more probably she just like the deep growl that rumbled through his throat when she did that. Once or twice, she got slightly up so that the tip of his rod would loll idly between her lips as her tongue slid out to trail around his engorged glans. Then, she vigorously sank back down again and with every motion she went closer and closer to reach the root of his shaft, near which she halted for a few seconds, trying to adjust to girth, before reverting to the head bobbing motion again, and again. In the meantime, busy as he was with trying not to shoot off, the hunter could not help but catch notice of her two rounded girls wiggling slightly around his member with each up and down movement, as if they were tempting him to touch, feel and grope them. After dilly-dallying a few seconds, since he often failed to predict the woman's reactions, he threw caution in the wind and reached out his right hand to grasp her left breast, giving it a hungry squeeze that, fortunately enough, made her moan in deep satisfaction. She did not stop him and, in actual fact, she leaned forward to help him paw her boob. Emboldened by her reaction, Blade began to fondle her tit with more and more skill, as if the cogs of his mind had started with some difficulty to whir again, reminding him of how to properly give a woman a nipple orgasm. However, that hard nipple of hers was so nicely poking into his palm, that the wonderful sensation of feeling Nyssa's soft flesh in his hand, while she pampered his manhood with her mouth, was clouding Eric's mind again, threatening to throw him into a blissful abyss of pleasure. While he struggled not to fall into that abyss, she kept sucking on him, from time to time bobbing her head up and down a little more forcefully than usual.

'God, this feels amazing'.

Only straight up fucking the Damaskinos heiress would feel even better. The Daywalker was prevented from pondering any more as he felt his breath literally caught in his throat when she upped her pace, bobbing her head back and forth on his rod like some possessed woman. Striving not to cross his own eyes in the overwhelming pleasure, he looked down to see her sucking on him almost in a frenzy. Swaying with the motion of her head, stray curls of black hair tumbled about the vampire princess's face as she kept working the hunter over. He would have liked to reach up his left hand and tuck those tangled behind her ear, but the precarious, reclined position he was in did not allow him any further movement, considering he was still pawing her boob with his right hand. Meanwhile, noisy and rapidly breathing through her nostrils, she went on hungrily and mercilessly fucking him with her mouth, unperturbed. Up and down, back and forth, faster and faster. The fingers of her left hand twisted around the slippery skin of his member behind her lips and the Stalker, sweating profusely, felt himself throbbing in her mouth. At long last, something raw and primeval awakened in him and started to expand uncontrollably through his core. He heard her almost whimpering in anticipation of what was coming next.

"Gnnnnfff!".

The slayer gasped, trying desperately to hold on, while his whole body began to shake and tremble.

"Nyx! I'm, I'm gonna—".

His eyes momentarily met hers as she mewled around his rod and, with an excited nod, she gave him permission to lose himself inside her mouth.

"Mmmhhhmm".

Blade arched his back and groaned, while his left hand closed into a fist and the fingers of his right hand suddenly clenched her breast in a tight squeeze.

"S-s-shit!".

Embarrassingly bucking and shuddering like a kid who was getting his very first blow job from a real pro, he felt the strength in his groin quickly melting away as all his pent-up arousal and excitement broke forth through his manhood, only to be siphoned away by the woman eagerly lying in wait in front of him, who then started to greedily feed herself off his own release. Eric involuntarily rolled his eyes in ecstasy at her suction and, once he managed to center them back on what lay before himself, he noticed that Nyssa had slid her right hand over her own crotch which, probably for the whole duration of their little fun time, she had been fingering herself into a frenzy. Around the same time he flooded her mouth and throat with his very essence, she suddenly clenched her thighs around her hand and a notable shiver trembled through her body as she in turn reached her own climax. Then, the man flopped back onto the floor, with a labored breath and feeling quite bushed and happy: a sated wreck of sweat.

'Fuck, of all the damn bitches in the whole fuckin' world…'.

The Daywalker could not help it. The thought just popped in his mind, while he was basking in the afterglow of his long-deserved orgasm. Granted, he was nowhere close to Wilt Chamberlain's numbers but, nonetheless, he was fairly sure he had rarely felt anything remotely as enjoyable in his life. And each of those few other moments as pleasurable as that blow job could be safely traced back to the Damaskinos heiress. He never clicked so well with any of the women he had got the chance to date through the years, not as much as he did with the soon-to-be world leader of his once sworn enemies. Of them all, only Karen had come close enough to the level of personal chemistry that Eric and Nyssa seemed to share. However, that was before their nasty break-up, two years ago, when he screwed things up with the beautiful hematologist by leaving her farther and farther behind in his quest to find Whistler.

As he unwittingly absorbed himself in the dubious pastime of comparing, ranking and rating his past relationships, the woman's and his own excitement gradually subsided and the sexual tension between them seemed to finally calm down. She took her slow, sweet time in letting go of the hunter, though, still holding the head of his shaft between her lips and leisurely slurping from it as if she had to make sure she had drained every last drop of strength out of his body. Her skillful sucking motion put his train of thought back on track.

'…a vampire. Why did it have to be a vampire?'.

At last, she pulled his softening member from her lips with a satisfied pop, slowly and pleasingly licking her lips to wipe off a few drops of his milky, sticky essence.

"Mmm… what a meal! It's been a long, long time since I took in a load that big".

In Blade's mind, his usual, smooth baritone voice should have made him sound like he was playfully joking but, to his shame, when he opened his mouth to speak, only a faint and mewling sound actually came out.

"My withering husk says you're welcome…".

As his voice failed him, Nyssa practically burst out laughing her ass off at his expense. Both of her hands left his hips to convulsively tight around her belly, while she bent her upper body forward to rest her forehead against his abdomen, sending quivers of delight across his skin. After a few, interminable moments, and still shaking with laughter, she raised up her torso and reverted to her kneeling posture, not without making a show of wiping tears of glee from her face with the back of both hands.

"Aha! I bet this hasn't happened in a very long time, too!".

Actually, it had not happened since 8th grade, again with Susie Chiappini. During a most vulnerable and humiliating moment exactly like that his voice, which had been truly getting deeper, had betrayed him with a squeak that would have embarrassed the Boys Choir of Harlem. It had not helped him that, by a strange twist of fate, his growth spurt had seemed to stop so, for a time, he had found himself shorter than her, along with many of the girls in their grade. Since the memory and the shame had both become unbearable, Eric gave a little cough to clear his throat and mind, in hopes that his voice would revert to its usual, deep timbre.

"I'd come up with some crass joke, but it seems my body's miserably failed me…".

He widened his arms in helplessness, dragging them on the floor, to give further meaning to his change of heart.

"So, I'm gonna be totally honest: that was, wow! I mean, there are no words, Nyx. You're a goddess at that".

In a mockery of her own arrogance, the Damaskinos heiress buffed the nails of her left hand against her left, bare clavicle and then blew on them, giving the Daywalker a sideways glance.

"I know".

Without giving him the chance to counter, she turned her head to gaze directly into his eyes, smiling condescendingly and looking very pleased with herself.

"So, I hope you've enjoyed my simple token of gratitude".

With the arousal out of the way, the Stalker's mind cleared back to his witty, charming and joking self. Or so he hoped.

"Princess, if you always show your appreciation and thanks like this… I'll be damn sure to hand you on a plate the throne and peace you've asked me to help you get!".

Upon hearing those words, a warm and glowing smirk played on her lips.

"Well, if you keep being such a useful and trustworthy ally… well, I think you've figured out by now some of the—perquisites of staying in my good graces".

With that, she kneeled up and move forward to sit on his belly, sliding her legs on either side of the slayer's body and resting her hands over her thighs. Heaving an audible sigh of accomplishment, the woman leaner slightly in to allow him an even better view of her naked body. From her lovely, still battered-looking but fast-healing facial features, through her perky, perfect bosom and hard nipples, down to her swollen, pink-red and glistening folds.

'Damn, she sure is beautiful'.

Basking in his admiration, the vampire princess moved her hands on his hips and squeezed between her arms her inviting breasts, which his eyes zeroed in on.

"I hope this short, fun break of ours' helped you feel relieved, relaxed and recharged…".

All of a sudden, her expression turned serious.

"…because that's what I need you to be, later on".

Arching a brow at her unexpected, umpteenth change in mood, the hunter watched her expression closely, trying to decipher the meaning of her words.

"You mean your little sitdown with your father's caporegimes?".

She pursed her lips in disapproval.

"The ministers and counsellors of the Shadow Cabinet".

She curtly articulated her words in the same, brusque tone she had used with Whistler, back in the infirmary. Then, she let out a weary sigh and softened her expression.

"Anyway… if you want to stick with me, I need you to be on your best behaviour: cool, calm and collected".

As she paused for a moment, her gaze grew more intense.

"That means: no smart-arse remarks nor itchy trigger fingers".

Moving along the same lines of joking and kidding, Blade pouted his lips in an exaggerated fashion, trying to look sad.

"Mm, no kiss kiss, no bang bang, then?".

In turn, her lips pursed into a curious pout and her eyes went upward as she pondered over her answer. Then, she slowly slid her hands along his chest and rested them on his shoulders, leaning in down on him until both her forearms were spreading on his pecs.

"Not then nor there. Absolutely not".

Her breath, along with her words, lapped warm against him like waves against a shore, while her nipples grazed against his skin, sending sparks of electricity racing through his nerves. Her face finally grew closer, and Eric comfortably closed his eyes in reaction to her touch, as Nyssa began to nuzzle her nose against his.

"Here and now, though… I was hoping you'd be up for some more kissing—and banging".

All of sudden, his jokey wordplay turned into its real, literal meaning. He did appreciate it.

"Hell, ye—".

He shot his eyes open, only to find her breasts coming straight into his face and cutting him off.

"Go on, then! Give Tilly and Tippy a kiss!".

To say that the Daywalker was surprised would have been an understatement. Granted, he liked it, a lot, when the Damaskinos heiress showed that racy, even dirty side of hers. He would have liked that her mood swings were less frequent and dramatic, though. Nevertheless, that was a wish for another time. By then, the fingers of both her hands had joined to hold the back of his head and keep her bosom pressed against his face. Left with no viable alternative, he obliged the woman and began to, more than happily, place a series of wet kisses on both her breasts, grazing his nose against her cleavage.

"I've been suspecting that you might have taken a liking to my tiddies, Blade. You know, the way you kneaded Tilly earlier… I thought you were going to tear it off!".

Even if his clumsy, hungry pawing had not gone unnoticed, one of the pros of being mercilessly smothered by the vampire princess' perky, perfect breasts was that she surely could not detect the rush of blood which came to his face. Thus, after a fleeting moment of hesitation, he resumed worshipping her bosom, as instructed, while the funky, heady scent emanating from her warm, sweaty skin saturated his nostrils. Inevitably, though sooner than he himself would have expected, the Stalker felt his manhood springing back to life behind her buttocks. He was allowed to kiss Tilly and Tippy for a few more seconds before her hands left his head and she pulled back to sit again on his belly, noticing only then his desire poking against her cheeks. Her relaxed and amused expression turned into surprise.

"Oh my! If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're having a stiffie".

He tipped his head down to look at his own crotch, but the only thing he could see was her wet, smooth and still swollen labia. That sight alone was enough to make his member throb lively against her butt. Opting to play daft, he looked up at her with his best dumb face.

"Oh, really?".

As usual, she saw right through his bluff and the left corner of her lips grew upward to form a creepy smirk.

"And here I thought you would have needed some time to properly function again, since I've just sucked your soul through your dick!".

Suddenly, she wrapped her buttocks around his rod and tilted the head to her right side, with a devilish look in her eyes.

"Is it because of me? Do I make you randy, Eric?".

She clenched even tighter around him, and the slayer felt her cheeks spreading for his member. Then, she slid her hips upward, slowly and leisurely gliding the whole of his hard and still saliva-lubricated shaft up and down the crack of her rump. His façade of obliviousness shattered, and his hands shot up to paw and knead her toned, well-shaped legs. In reaction, her hands spread wide over his chest, where they had retreated when she pulled away.

"Oh, yeah, princess. You make me horny as hell!".

He swept his hands all along her thighs, laying them over her hips and then sliding them under her butt. She trembled, with her chipped, painted nails scraping against his pecs, and she bent down to whisper something into his right ear.

"Mmm, good. That's what I want to hear…".

She lazily rubbed her nose around his auricle and breathed out into the ear canal, at the same time as she guided his rod around her butthole. His breathing got deeper, heavier and small droplets of sweat formed on his forehead.

"…'cause this is just a taste of what you'll get when you entered the shower".

With those teasing words echoing in his head, Nyssa pushed him slightly on his chest and then sprung up on her feet.

'What the fuck!?'.

Without knowing it, Eric managed to look wanting, offended and flabbergasted, all at the same time. It felt exactly like when his father Robert chose the wrong day to show him his jokey side and pull a dirty trick on him, just a seven-year-old boy at the time, precisely on Christmas morning he had woken up from a restless night: only to find that all the gifts, his presents had gone.

'You can't be serious, woman!

As gracefully as only an accomplished martial artist could be, said woman swiftly moved away from him and receded until she stopped against the light gray metal slabs applied to the wall. She had to have pushed some unnoticeable button because, as soon as she leaned on the wall, the side to her right slid open with a gentle hiss, creating a doorway to the same slate bathroom he had previously seen from the interior window on her left. The Damaskinos heiress stood leaning on the frame of that peculiar doorway, with her hands behind her slightly arched back and her legs crossed at the ankles, grinning complacently from ear to ear. The sight of that smug look on her face definitely shook the Daywalker up who, narrowing his eyes into slits, ungraciously got up to his feet and rose to his full height as he closed the short distance that separated them.

'Oh, I'm gonna show you, God-damned brat!'.

He was about to jump her bones and make her pay her dirty trick in the most lecherous way he knew, when she quickly lifted her right leg up in the air and landed the sole her silk-clad foot into his chest before he could evade it. Surprisingly, that swing of hers was not hard enough to hurt him, but it nonetheless managed to slow the man down until he stopped, his face just a few inches away from the woman's, whose eyes mirrored the intensity of his own. Then, the lips forming her gloating grin reshaped themselves as she uttered a short string of words.

"La patience est amère, Celui qui sort le jour, mais son fruit est doux…".

In an instant, the impetus that had fueled his lusty rage ran out, leaving the hunter frozen in his tracks like the victim of a feeblemind spell casted by an evil sorceress.

'Oh, no, no, no. It's not fair'.

Once again, he was bewitched. His command of French was not that good, but he managed nonetheless to grasp the call for restraint as she appealed him. Her tantalizing words kept ringing in his ears while her long dark lashes, astonishingly captivating even though a few of them were stuck together by the sweat or simply missing, inexorably drove his gaze deep into her pitch-black eyes. Before he could lose himself completely in there, the faint glimmer of an idea crept into his mind, whispering to him that the only possible way to break that spell was to make his own captor laugh. Thus, with all the willpower he could muster, he put on his best goofy face and placed his left hand on the back of her right foot, the one pressed against his chest.

"Nyx, you spoke French!".

As he said those few words, with the last bit of strength he had left, the Stalker took her silk-clad foot in his palm and moved aside to bring it to his lips while also laying out her leg, which had been drawn up like a spring, with the help of his right, free hand that he slithered under her calf. Then, he suddenly attacked her foot with a series of smacks, hastily trailing them down her shin and stopping right on the knee, while the vampire princess tilted her head back against the doorframe and burst out laughing and snorting loudly until, he managed to notice out of the corner of his eye, tears of fun streamed down her cheeks.

"Ah, ah! A-a-arrête ça, idiot!".

The hilarious and gleefully broken tone of her voice weakened considerably the peremptory meaning of her order, and the woman herself did not offer much resistance as he turned tables on her. The slayer lifted her leg high, so that her thigh was draped over both his hands, and he began to place even wetter and louder kisses down it. Only upon arriving at the joint between her leg and hip, he stopped to look intently at the flushed folds of her swollen lips, enjoying her scent. Then, he delicately let go of her leg and straightened his back to stare squarely at her, with his expression growing as serious as his feverish desire.

"Okay, princess. I like teasing and I love foreplay, but this is your last chance to back out. If we go, we're gonna go all the way".

The woman held his gaze with hers for a few, apparently interminable moments, after which she lifted her left knee up to her chest and then placed her foot against his abs to gently push him toward the right side of the doorway, in front of her.

"Au diable le recul, Éric".

Then, countering his meaningful expression with a deep and sensual gaze, she bent forward and moved both her hands to her left foot, wrapping them around her silk-clad tiptoes. From there, she slowly slid her palms up her leg, stroking her toned calf and the slender shape of her thigh, stopping briefly to cast a seductive glance at the slayer. Once her hands reached the cuff of the sock, she slipped her forefingers behind it and began to peel it down, not before winking knowingly at him. Upon tucking the sock past her heel, he felt the silk fabric sliding over the sensitive skin of his abdomen and watched with a beam from ear to ear as she finally pulled the piece of clothing free.

"Nyx, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful… partnership".

As the woman leaned back on the doorframe, she looked down at the sock within her right hand until a mischievous smirk played on her lips, and then she threw it at him, exactly between his nose and his upper lip.

"Even though vampire women are not your cup of tea?".

She had almost certainly been washed, cleaned and perfumed after their hunt for the Reapers in the sewers of the city, probably around the same time he had been prepared in that damn autopsy room to be harvested, but their fight to the death against Nomak had not exactly left her in mint condition, for sure, and Blade involuntarily blinked and wrinkled up his nose at the unfortunately familiar smell of used socks. Before she could throw another fit, however, he quickly followed up her ironic question with the best corny, cheesy and soppy answer he was able to put together.

"I'm not a vampire guy, for certain. I've always been and will always be…".

Eric paused for a beat, raising his hands and wrapping them around the instep of her bare foot, then dropped the bomb.

"…or so I thought, 'cause every damn time I see you, it's like a bit of that rock-hard certainty wears away".

At those words, Nyssa stood stock still, rapidly blinking her dark, beautiful eyes at him as if she wanted to rein in a reaction. Then, she looked at Eric with a provocative leer, smoothly lowering her foot from his belly and sliding it down his right leg.

"Yes, now that you mention it, I noticed the glances you keep stealing at me…"

Her unfinished sentence hung in the air while she turned on her left side and adjusted herself against the doorframe, gifting him with a view of her profile. He began to fully appreciate the gift by starting with the hair, that mountain of jet-black curls he wanted to bury his nose in.

'They say the hair's everything, indeed'.

His gaze moved to her lips that, every time they touched with his, were better than the first swallow of Gatorade after he had run the third lap of the Soundview Park.

'Then again, those tits. Mmm'.

Sometimes— no, scratch that—many times he thought her firm, perky breasts were made just for his face to buried into, while her nipples like jewels made of small, dark brown opals, waiting to be admired and worshipped.

"…and I saw how fascinated you look at me, especially while I've been—blowing you".

As the Daywalker fixed his gaze on her slender, athletic and superbly shaped legs, he noticed her drawing in the right leg toward her chest while her forefingers slid behind the cuff of her sock. She then started to elegantly peel it down until she arrived at the ankle, when she unhurriedly brought her bent leg knee down, in line with the left standing leg while the back of her heel touched that round, solid butt of hers. From there, the Damaskinos heiress begin to tip forward and lifted her right foot even more up toward the ceiling at which point, if such a thing was possible, she reached out her right arm with the palm up to delicately grab hold of the sock-clad toes, drawing the shoulder blades together and pushing her chest up and forward in direction of the bed. Leaving aside her jutting, wonderful breasts that momentarily caught his attention, for the second time he was utterly impressed with her flexibility and dexterity, which again his mind translated into a new whole chapter of challenging, acrobatic sex positions to try and discover.

'Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but very soon'.

Noticing his starry-eyed expression the woman, who had kept her gaze fixed on him for the whole duration of her yoga-like posture, winked broadly at the hunter, her seemingly mind-reading ability jolting him out of his reverie, again. With an amused look on her face, she rotated her right arm in a wide arc, pulling the sock off and throwing it somewhere on the bedroom floor. Then, she slowly and smoothly moved back to a normal, standing position, turning to face him as she leaned against the doorframe, in all her naked beauty. Of all the vampire princess's striking features, and despite his best efforts to keep his gaze locked with hers, his eyes fell on the mound of her glistening sex, inevitably drawn to it like dancers in a deep trance dizzily spiralling down to the embodiment of lust and temptation. The Stalker felt his lips curving into a naughty smirk.

'My personal passport to heaven'.

Her hands descended to caress her crotch, fingers idly tracing the contours of her folds.

"Mmm, yes… that's precisely the way I want you to look at me, right now".

At those words, and not without some effort, he adjusted his gaze to include her whole body in it, noticing only then of how gracefully the white bedroom's lights embraced her mesmerizing form, casting a cool glow over her bare bosom in stark contrast with the heat that he felt radiating from his core. Arming himself with his best mischievous smile, the slayer took one step forward to close the short distance that separated him from that vision of unearthly beauty and dared to place his palms on her hips. He almost broke character when the purple head of his tumescent member grazed against the soft skin below her belly button but, seeing the woman biting her lower lip in excited anticipation, he pressed on with his scalawag persona.

"Pretty sure there's something else you want from me".

The delicate features morphed into an expression of mock shock as she lifted her arms and placed them on his shoulders, crossing her wrists behind his neck.

"Oh, bugger! The bogeyman can read my mind!".

He noticed a sparkle of excitement twinkling in her pitch-black eyes, and a naughty smirk spread across her face.

"But, fortunately, I can do a little mind riding too".

With that, she suddenly jumped up and firmly wrapped her legs around his waist. Blade's smirk instantly turned into a broad grin as his shaft comfortably lodged itself between her butt cheeks, which his hands went to immediately cup in order to support her weight—and nothing else, of course.

"For example, I had a good time with you at your place, yesternight…".

Nyssa tightened her arms around his neck, bringing her nose just a few inches away from his.

"…and I know you enjoyed it too".

At the memory, Eric felt his rod pulsing and throbbing in the crevice of her buttocks.

"Not gonna argue with that".

Following his concurrence, her voice acquired a strange, different tone: mellow and yet surprisingly businesslike.

"So, how about we add another set of clauses to our—what did you call it—partnership agreement?".

He raised a sardonic eyebrow, pursing his lips in an amused fashion.

"Mm, you talking 'bout sex benefits?".

Her thin sensuous lips drew near as they languidly parted to utter a three-syllable, carefully shaped word.

"Exactly".

The Daywalker felt her warm breath lapping against his trembling upper lip, as well as her breasts nonchalantly squashing against his thumping chest and, far more importantly, his manhood firmly clenched between her cheeks. With the upcoming leader of his enemies practically glued to him, a most disturbing thought hit him in the gut—he would have agreed to anything she wanted.

"I'm down with it!".

Letting out a short laugh, she closed her eyes and rested her forehead against his.

"Ah, ah! I thought so".

And thus she stood, apparently silent and motionless, apart from her buttocks muscles releasing their clench around his member. It was like he was allowed to breathe freely again, enabling his head to start processing the new information it had been given while, maybe, he should have listened to his other head.

"A-a-any ground rules we should stick to?".

The Damaskinos heiress sluggishly opened her eyes and slightly moved her head to the side to lazily rub her right cheek against his left, purring sensuously in his ear.

"Mmm, can we do it later? What I really need you to stick is your hard, throbbing Dick inside me—asap".

Maybe it was for all those sexy, arousing words she murmured into his ear, maybe it was for her swollen and drenched vulva, rubbing against the lower part of his abdomen, but the Stalker immediately reacted by giving her butt a good squeeze and swung sharply to his left, carrying the woman into the bathroom.

"Yes, ma'am!".

However, noticing that the dimly lit room did not light up upon their entrance, and given also the fact that most of his vision was obscured her mop of black curls, he stopped after a couple of steps. Then, he repeatedly swiveled his head left and right, talking to the walls.

"Lights! Mm… Illuminate!".

Unsuccessful, the slayer confusedly gazed at the vampire princess wrapped around him, who had slightly moved her face away from his and was in turn looking puzzled at him.

"Where the fuck is the light switch in this bathroom?".

Without giving her time to respond, he started to move again. A tight squeeze around his waist halted him in his tracks.

"Wait! Stop, you big clumsy oaf!".

Huffing and puffing at him, she hugged him closer and rested her chin on his right shoulder.

"Don't turn around. Just take one step to your right, and then two baby steps back".

The hunter hurriedly determined that the best course of action was to exactly follow the woman's irritated directions, not without some kind of comeback, though.

"Honestly. I would have expected a Clapper".

He had just taken the last small step, when he sensed her loosening her grip as she stretched her left leg, probably to use her foot to flick some switch behind his back.

As the lights went on, the bathroom itself revealed to be a large, rectangular room, almost as spacious as the princess's bedroom. Most of the cool, white illumination seemed to come from a recessed light fixture, standing precisely above the tub, which floor LEDs had curiously gone out the same time the other lights had been switched on. At a good distance from that main downlight, along the longer edges of the ceiling, there were respectively four LED pot lights that helped to illuminate the room. On his left, a huge mirror hung on the wall and, below it, a double sink installed beneath a white, ceramic countertop, onto which toiletries and other personal care products were carefully placed. That surface was installed upon and supported by black, closed cabinets, which had in turn been mounted to the wall, leaving the floor space free. As he had previously noticed, the center of the bathroom was occupied by a huge, rectangular black tub, which seemed to have been roughly carved out of a single, massive piece of stone. Light gray rugs had been carefully placed before three sides of the bathtub. Half-hidden behind the fourth side, he noted a steel valet stand, with a pair of sheet towels hanging on it, and an integrated drawer, onto which there were a few bath products like salts or soaps. Further behind, a fairly large and intricately carved storage cabinet of white lacquered wood was placed against the slate wall in front of him, probably to store other towels or something. On his right, a large recess had been constructed in the thickness of the slate wall, accommodating a built-in wet room, well lit by three linear luminaires applied to each side of that alcove ceiling, and accessible through a pair of glass door, in front of which a light gray mat was placed.

The process of his appreciation of the bathroom features was halted by the woman's mocking stare, leveled at him.

"Are you insinuating that I'm so lazy that I wouldn't normally get off my butt to go over and flip a simple light switch?".

She wrapped her left leg back around his waist and tightened her grip, rubbing again her pelvis against his belly.

"Why would I, since I've got a man willing to carry me around like a caveman?".

Blade twisted his head to look at her and narrowed his eyes into slits, though his face creased into a mocking smirk.

"This caveman can always drop you like a sack of potatoes".

She turned her face to meet his angry gaze, her eyes mirroring his, with the addition of a mischievous gleam.

"I can always throw said caveman out of this bathroom. Then I can start petting the kitty in my huge tub. All by myself, while he scratches the door, whining and crying like a lost puppy".

He blinked in surprise at her comeback.

'Damn, she got me'.

He could not help but manifest his astonishment at her radical change of attitude.

"Woman, who are you and what have you done to my princess?"

Nyssa gave a short, amused laugh, then adjusted her torso against his and her arms around his neck so that she could look straight into his eyes.

"Ah, ah! Oh, come on! I'm not a prude nor a Puritan. I just like—really like— to keep gossip about my sex life to a minimum".

Eric was about to tell her that her friends were doing a poor job on that, when she leaned in and whispered against his lips.

"Behind closed doors, though, I can be as dirty as I want".

He sucked in a sharp breath and gave a hungry squeeze to her butt, while his member throbbed more and more insistently between her cheeks.

"I've had enough of holding you like this, my dirty princess. Where to now?".

Holding his lusty gaze with an equally intense stare, she tipped her head to her left.

"The shower".

In a few, short strides, the Daywalker reached the shower entrance, and the Damaskinos heiress disentangled her left arm from her grip around his neck to reach out her free hand and place it on the nearest top end of the steel bar handle, inserted in each glass doors. As he set his right foot on the mat, she pushed the door open and they smoothly stepped into the large recess.

Looking down to the floor, he saw that half of his left foot had landed on a long, linear shower drain, installed right after the doors and running from one side of the wet room to other, while his whole right foot laid on the charcoal black tiles that made the proper shower floor which, probably with an eye toward slip resistance, were even more rough and rugged than the slate tiles that made the floor of the whole bathroom.

The hunter slid his hands along the woman's thighs as he helped her to loosen her grip on his waist and finally get her down to her feet.

As she brushed him with her perky breasts to get past him and close the glass door behind them, he unexpectedly glanced up to the ceiling and noticed that, aside from two pot lights mounted at each end of the rectangular alcove, most of the illumination curiously came from some LEDs installed within the built-in, ceiling-mounted shower head, which in turn extended over the central section of the wet room. To his left, there was a built-in shower bench, covered with same black tiles as the shower floor, with a stainless-steel hand-held shower head attached to a flexible hose and an adjustable mounting bar installed on the same wall the bench had been built against. Facing that seat, on the wall opposite there was a fully tiled black block, about 35 inches high, on which a pair of light gray bath towels were neatly placed. Nipples grazing against his right arm drew his attention back to the woman he was sharing that shower with, and he caught her smiling at him before she turned her back to him, focusing on the nearest of the two niches carved into the dark, slate wall before them, where he noticed shower gels, shampoos and conditioners, along with a few other personal care products.

After dawdling a bit over those toiletries and giving the Stalker a wonderful view of her toned, gorgeous buttocks, the vampire princess moved to her left, between the two niches, where a set of stainless-steel knobs and faucets stood, probably to regulate the water flow or temperature, and carefully turned the bigger one. Surprisingly enough, droplets of warm water, warmer than he would have thought, began to immediately rain down at a low pressure, on their dirty, exhausted but otherwise excited bodies. His first reaction was to tilt his head back and welcome that cleansing stream of water, with his eyes closed in satisfaction. For her part, by the time she had slowly turned on her heels again to face him, the vampire princess looked as soaking wet as he felt, with her curly hair hanging in black spirals around her face and rivulets of water running down her naked, bewitching body.

'Damn, if possible, she looks even more beautiful when she's completely sodden'.

The slayer drew near her, raising his hands to affectionately tuck the woman's dampened curls off her face. Upon his touch, she closed her eyes with pleasure and a small smile came to her lips as his palms lingered on her cheeks after trying to fix her hair. He also gently brushed his thumbs over her closed eyelids, with the intention of wiping the droplets of water clinging to her long eyelashes and, when she reopened her eyes, he moved his lips toward hers, claiming them with a tender kiss. He then slid his tongue over the pressed line of her thin lips, which parted to welcome him with her own tongue in a slow, sensual slide. As their kiss inevitably deepened, his hands curled behind her head and threaded into her black, dampened curls, while her arms in turn circled his hips and her searching fingers found the muscles of his sopping backside, leisurely lingering over his butt crack. Wonderful sensations filled his body, be they due to their tongues dancing in a rhythm of their own or her hands fondling his buttocks, and they made his manhood throb with ache and desire against her belly. He was about to pick her up and shove his pulsating member into her drenched slit when, all of a sudden, she tore her mouth from his, slid out of his embrace and pulled slightly away to look at him, ending with her back back against the wet shower wall.

"One more thing…".

She spoke in a quiet voice and Blade, visibly confused and still under the water raining down from the shower head, had to quickly take a step closer to catch whatever she was saying.

"…am I not just another dead vampire to you?".

He froze in his tracks, like a jacklighted deer, with his eyes wide open but no expression. For the second time in less than an hour, he found himself back to the Maguire Gardens, spitting pretty much those same venomous words at Deacon Frost. At first, it was no easy task getting over the quite surprising notion that even that fairly inconspicuous incident had been collected, annotated and almost surely indexed in the dossier the bloodsuckers were keeping on him. Secondly, Eric thought she was making some kind of twisted joke he would have never gotten, but the strange look Nyssa had been giving him, sad and yet dead serious at the same time, made him realize she wanted him to openly say what they both already knew. That it was her who had rocked his world, not the other way round. However, he was not entirely sure it was the right time to wave the white flag and boost her already big ego, so he instead resorted to play his trump card, the one he had been having up his sleeve since the kiss they shared about three hours before, amid the ruins of the lobby of the Caliban Complex. Thus, he took another step forward and stop just a few inches from her face, their noses almost touching, while from his sides, where his arms had fallen, his hands moved upward to rest on her shoulder, his thumbs stroking little circles over her wet, bare skin.

"Nyx, I don't care who the fuck you are, where the hell you're from, what shit you did, as long as—we stick together".

She cringed visibly, and her right eyebrow arched higher than he had ever seen.

'That's—not exactly the kind of reaction that I'd have expected or hoped for'.

As he racked his brains, trying to read into her expression, she tentatively asked.

"Eric… are your quoting a BSB song?".

It was his turn to be left dumbfounded by the other's words.

"Who?".

She audibly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh, thank Ninkar!".

After that peculiar exclamation, she launched into a rant about the source of their little misunderstanding.

"If you only knew… Miri had spent the last five years boring us to tears as she sang, hummed or whistled all that damn boy band's corny songs and so I've thought—".

The flow of her almost nonsensical words suddenly stopped, hopefully because she became aware of the fact that she was going off on a tangent, leaving him behind. Then, her flickering gaze eventually locked with his.

"Wait, are you serious about what you've just said? Or are you simply trying to sound cheesy?".

The Daywalker, who had quietly and quizzically watched her since the beginning of her tirade, hardened his expression into its usual intimidating shape, although his palms slowly, reassuringly slid along her shoulders and lingered at the base of her neck before eventually moving upward to cup her face, where his thumbs started to affectionately stroke her cheekbones.

"Princess, I'm serious as a muthafucka".

Firstly, her eyes dilated with shock, then they crinkled up at the corners, filled with deep yearning, as the Damaskinos heiress smiled broadly at the man holding her face in his hands.

"Here's my dark knight".

With those words, she leaned the few inches that separated them and put her mouth against his in a soft, sensual kiss, letting her tongue play along the line of his lips until he eagerly opened them to greet hers with hungry strokes of his own tongue.

Only then, he considered the fact that just a few minutes before her mouth was stuffed with his member and probably half a pint of his jizz had slid down her throat, making him regret his greedy impulse to welcome her tongue or even kiss her a couple of minutes before. However, he figured that making out with that same woman should have not been the worst fate ever, since she herself did not seem to be bothered by kissing a man shortly after he had serviced her and had tasted her own juices. In the remote case there might have been some extra tang, he would have played it down to something like kissing someone post-cig or post-coffee, as it usually happened with Susie Chiappini, once again. His mind flashed back to his wake-up sex sessions with Karen, when she still had morning breath and had that kind of dishevelled look which made her avoid mirrors. In the end, it did not matter at all. Whatever reservations or vulnerabilities he might have to hold him back, they were swept away by his craving for her, widening and deepening by the hour.

Thus, their tongues began to dance at an increasingly rapid pace and his hands roamed down her body till they rested on her hips, while her dripping breasts pressed against his chest and her palms settled on his wet, slippery outer pecs, with her fingers spread across them. After a too short time, however, she unexpectedly tore her mouth away from his, though he craned his neck forward in a tentative attempt to keep her lips on his, slowly turning her drenched body around to lean her back against his chest. Then, she twisted her head to lay her right cheek on his shoulder joint so that the hunter, whose eyes had followed her movements with a yearning, devouring glance, could at least touch the tip his nose with hers. A few droplets of water drizzled down their noses, met at their tips and mingled together while her gaze, feverish with longing, seemed to mirror his own. As if to take a brief moment of respite, or to take a better hold of herself, she momentarily closed her eyes, heaving a deep sigh, and then smiled purposefully at him.

"Now…".

The vampire princess slowly moved away from him and went to prop herself against the shower wall, placing her hands on the higher slate tiles that made the wet room. Then, with her yearning gaze still lock with his, she arched her wet, naked back and lifted her firm, well-shaped buttocks toward the Stalker like an offering.

"…come forth, and claim your prize".

In spite of his feverish desire to have the woman fully, after about three quarters of hour spent in constant on and off foreplay, the exact moment she got ready and willing to be taken from behind, he just stood there, tongue-tied and grinning like an idiot under a rainfall for a couple of probably awkward, and apparently interminable seconds.

'This is the best fucking prize I could have wished for!'.

Then, at long last, the slayer drew near her and lifted his hands to caress her behind, the right hand leisurely mapping her left, round and solid cheek while the left one stroked her dripping labia from bottom to top, with his thumb teasing along her butthole and the tip of his fingers brushing against her clit. She narrowed her eyes at him and opened her mouth, heaving a deep sigh which shook her like a shiver, and he leaned forward to nuzzle his nose into her wet hair, grazing his lips against her left ear.

"I've been praying all morning for this moment".

He felt her core growing warmer under his ministrations, and she widened her stance in preparation for his thick erection, which tip from time to time brushed against her butt cheeks. Then, she twisted her head back to him, trying to meet his lips with hers, and purred sensuously.

"Mmm, your prayers have been answered".

Thus, the hunter took his left hand away from her warm, slick mound and caught hold of his shaft, directing its tumescent head between her folds. Remembering to contract his perineal muscles to keep in check his own intense excitement, he rubbed his hard member against her lips, back and forth for half a dozen times until she whimpered between labored breaths.

"Oh, 'Ric, please. Take me. Now".

With her blessing turned into an urgent demand, he promptly obliged the woman by wedging his stiff rod into her slit and nudging her open. Driving himself deeper into her, inch by inch, he made her breath come in short gasps as her tight walls stretched to accommodate his girth.

"Huh, huh, huuuh!".

His size and length fully immersed themselves in her body, while his hands snaked around her waist to pull her closer to him. As an ecstasy of bliss threatened to pour through him like a heavy tide of energy, the feeling he had been waiting for since their kiss in the lobby had finally come, and it was only by sheer willpower that he managed not to shoot his load inside her cervical canal, right then and there. Instead, he straightened his back and opted to focus on her pleasure, slowly sliding his shaft out and thrusting it back in deeply, apparently unconcerned about the low, throaty moans she made at his pounding.

"Mmm, mmm, mmm…".

She gave meaning to her muffled reaction by arching her hips and thrusting her butt against his crotch, as if to beg for more. The man indulged her, slithering his hands down to her buttocks and greedily cupping her cheeks, while he bent slightly in to place a wet kiss on the left corner of her lips, tracing her jawline with his hungry mouth until he reached her ear, where he began to nibble her lobe. For his part, as he increased the pace of his pounding, Blade started to breath heavily from the exertion and his sweat mingled with the water still raining over his back. The pitter-patter of the shower running mixed together with the sound of their dripping bodies smacking together, resounding throughout the wet room, although what he was really fixated on was savoring every moan, groan or whimper he could coax out of the woman.

"Mmmhhhmm… g-g—gah. Gah! Ha, ha, ha! Hhhaaaww…".

Then, somewhere in the back of his head an unbidden and unwanted thought cropped up, about the power balance of their budding and unpredictable relationship.

Since his clumsy attempt at rescuing her, she had dictated his every act, what to say or ask and even wear, and from the very moment after his promise to help her, she had set his agenda for the foreseeable future with no clear end in sight. What was more, at the end of the back-and-forth foreplay they had been engaged for the first part of the morning, it was her who had set the terms of their so-called partnership and all that it entailed. To his shame, Eric had made little to no effort to rectify her bossy attitude, on any of the occasions she had displayed it. At which point of that damn morning did Nyssa turn into a master puppeteer, who could make him do or say things he certainly did not have an itch to? Far more importantly, how and why in the world did he let her treat him like a marionette in a puppet show? As he asked himself that, a stirring and yet undistinguished memory of their intimacy flashed through him, the memory of a crimson bliss which had engulfed him so completely that he had lost sight of himself in her taste, in her embrace, in her surprisingly warm and willing heat.

That moment, with the Daywalker in the grips of an eerie and uncomfortable sensation as if someone had been tugging at his strings, an apparently paradoxical idea germinated in his mind, about trying to revert their roles. He had to—no, he needed to drive her crazy, so that she could not drive him nuts. He had to act quickly, before he could fall into a state that he had never allowed himself to fall, a state represented by one-syllable word: a word that he had expunged from his vocabulary. Thus, with a new purpose to fulfill, he brought his attention back to the vampire princess and the vigorous pounding he was giving her, which by then had turned into a full-fledged hammering. Suddenly, she pushed herself from the shower wall and arched her back upward, ending up squirming restlessly against his chest as her left calf brushed against his as it convulsively curled up along his thigh. Then, she flung her arms around his neck to frantically pull him even closer, her hands wrapping behind the back of his head and her fingers sinking into his short, kinky hair while her head slightly rolled back on her neck and her left cheek started to roughly rub against his jawline. With her climax probably and hopefully building up, she completely tilted her head back on his right shoulder and closed her eyes as her breathing became more erratic.

"Mmm… uuugghh! Uh, uh, uh… ah, ah, ah!".

It was then, with his hands slithering to her hips and his lips trying to catch hers, that he noticed her throat exposing dangerously and invitingly to him, her pulsating jugular vein suddenly turned into a hypnotic beacon to his eyes, and he immediately felt something awakening in him, a primal urge that would have been better off remaining dormant: the urge to bite, to drink—to feed. The hunter bent his face down and inhaled her wet, funky and heady scent, grazing her throat with his teeth as his fangs already started to protrude. The effort to resist, coupled with the hammering he strived to maintain, was so intense and almost so painful that, at some point, he feared that he was going to caved in to his own dark impulses and succumb to the Thirst. However, the sudden recollection of her sad and regretful tone of the woman's words, when she had asked him not to bite her again, helped him to withstand the overwhelming urge to feed, and he eventually pulled his mouth away from her neck. Instead, he dabbed his lips on her left temple, spreading his right palm over her hip and sliding his left hand down to her crotch, the same he was hammering so hard, to stroke her throbbing clit with his middle finger.

"You've asked me to take you. I'd say… for you, Nyx: anything".

Those words, or more probably the fierce pounding had been carrying on for all the past few minutes, seemed to finally send the Damaskinos heiress over the edge.

"Uh, uh! Ah, ah! Oh, oh—ó můj bože!".

At the same time that spurts of gibberish came out of her mouth, her whole body went abruptly rigid against his as her climax burst forth, and the Stalker's eyes bulged like a cartoon character when he felt her Kegel muscles clamping tight, very tight around his shaft. A surge of panic swept through him as he halted his hammering and briefly wondered about the slim possibility that the pair of them might have stuck together but, that very instant, her body—her naked, drenched and gorgeous body racked with a series of aftershocks. Then, her arms dropped to her sides and she became apparently limp, sagging against his chest so that he had to adjust his arms and wrap them around her waist to keep her from falling. They stayed like this, with him holding her firmly in his arms and her still impaled on his rod, for a few more moments to give the woman some respite and allow her to catch her breath, which had been coming in soft pants until it gradually subsided.

"Mmmhhhmm…".

Heaving a deep sigh of contentment, she turned in his arms and placed her hands on his chest, planting a happy kiss on his pencil-moustached mouth, and the slayer revelled in the warmth of her breath on his face and the feel of her soft, moistened lips on his, almost without noticing that his member, still pulsing and tumescent had slid out of her.

"I want to look at you, 'Ric".

As soon as she was done speaking against his lips, her tongue ventured out probing and traced the contours of his mouth, leisurely teasing its corners until a deep growl of pleasure rumbled through his throat when she tugged at his bottom lip with her teeth, hauling it into the recesses her mouth. Then, she began to suck enticingly at his lip, causing his stiff rod to throb lively against her navel, and her dimples winked slyly at his reaction. At the same time, without looking away from him except for a couple of times when she blinked away some beads of water, she snaked her right hand down his abdomen until she found his swollen shaft, which she greedily grabbed hold of. After a lusty squeeze, she lifted her left leg and wrapped it around his waist, giving her room to guide his erection between her wet, slick folds, which parted smoothly as Blade followed her lead and slowly thrusted his whole length inside, opening and stretching her. In a momentary bliss, she closed her eyes and gave a little gasp of delight, letting go of his lip as both her arms crept up his chest to his shoulders, where her hands came to briefly rest. When she opened her eyes back up and looked straight at him, he had the sensation of being forcefully pulled towards those dark, dark eyes of hers, like he was on the verge of falling down two oil pools, burning with lust and desire.

"Pick me up".

In reply, Eric just drew in a sharp, deep breath and slid his arms down her lower back to cup her buttocks with his hands, lifting her up against his groin as she put the other leg around his waist. With their damp, slick bodies joined once more, Nyssa moved her hands to the base of his neck and locked her wrists behind it, leaning her forehead against his and boring her eyes into him.

"Now, put me on that shelf".

From the ceiling-mounted shower head, hot water rained down on them both as he, grunting his agreement, took a step back toward the center of the shower and then walked the short distance that separated the two of them from that side of the wet room, with his member sliding back and forth her canal as he carried her to the charcoal black tiled block, where he laid the woman among grunts and heavy, labored breaths: not from the exertion itself, but from his mounting desire.

"Mmmhhhmm…".

"Uuugghh…".

Their moans joined rhythmically, as their bodies had already done, and they added to the symphony of sounds which reverberated through the wet room, making his shaft stir with excitement. As soon as she had her butt put onto the so-called shelf and her back leaned against the wall, the Damaskinos heiress began to grind on him, keeping him deep inside her and moving up and down on him with the help of both her hips and legs. Then, with his hands slithered up to those rocking hips of hers, she tightened her grip on his neck and kept her forehead pressed against his, their noses rubbing one another as their lips collided in a desperate kiss.

"Oh, 'Ric, yes. I want you, I need you".

She spoke against his mouth, in apparent contrast with her previous and unspeaking, though not at all hushed nor voiceless, behaviour when the Daywalker had been nailing her against the shower wall as if, after having somehow quietly let him take his prize his way, all growling and muttering like the Young Frankenstein monster, it was her turn to set the bar for expressing how good she was feeling.

"Mmm… yes, just like that!".

As the vampire princess got increasingly vocal about her pleasure, the hunter swept his tongue between her parted lips and tangled it with hers as he resumed his pounding with renewed vigor. She moaned into his mouth, hummed something and then he felt her tongue vibrate against his, triggering in turn a deep growl of approval. Their kiss deepened, and she pulled herself up with the arms, squeezing her legs against his waist to grip it so that she could match his thrusts in fluid, up and down movements on him. She ripped her mouth from his to drag in a huge gulp of probably much needed air and dropped her head back, ramming it against the charcoal black tiles that covered the wet room.

"I—I have you now, and I—I don't want you to leave".

Upon noticing that several times she tried to rock her hips and grind her vulva against his pelvis, so that the root of his shaft could rub against her clit, he slipped his right hand from her hips to the toned plane of her stomach, where his palm trailed down her lower abdomen, rising and falling at blistering pace, finally coming to a stop: right on her swollen hood and her hard clit. There, between their slapping bellies, he began to rub and press the area around her tight, throbbing nub, stroking and teasing it precisely the moment she spoke once again.

"No, I won't let you leave. No— oh, oh… yes, yes, yes! Ah!".

The woman sharply tipped her head forward to face him, the eyes bulging in their sockets, and her speech broke off as her breathing grew louder, ragged and erratic, until she let out a scream of pleasure. All of a sudden, the arms she had been resting on his shoulders twitched out of control and fell to her sides while her wrists jerked against his neck, breaking the tight grip she had on him. Pitiless, the slayer rolled her hard nub under his thumb one last time before, with a whimper, she started to buck and writhe like a marionette in the hands of a kid, forcing him to momentarily halt his thrusting and teasing to keep her steady. It did not bother him in the slightest, though, because with that kind of reaction he was fairly sure the roles had been finally reversed. It came then his turn to smirk a conceited and complacent smirk.

'I have you…'.

With a sense of security that only came with having the upper hand to support him, the Stalker graciously took the she-vamp into his arms and held her close until the shaking stopped. When her face came to rest against his collarbone and he felt her nose nuzzling his chest, he wove the fingers of his left hand into her soaked hair, tangling them with her wet ringlets while he stroked with his right palm her bare back, which expanded and contracted in rhythm with the still unsteady intake and exhale of her breath. Once her breathing evened out and the waves of pleasure ebbed away, she pulled back slightly to look at him, flushed and watery-eyed but keeping a kind of disordered naiad loveliness. In the LED lit wet room her eyes, far from tired, glinted like polished obsidian mirrors through which a goddess would reveal her wishes to a mortal.

"Stay with me, 'Ric."

After a moment to pause, she leaned her lips toward his and kissed him, stroking his thighs with her legs as they slid up to wrap around his waist, once again. Then, she spoke softly against his mouth, her voice toned down to a whisper.

"Stay in me".

Blade took a big lungful of air through his nostrils and, almost as a reflex reaction, his still fully engorged shaft twitched wildly inside her, sending little electrical jolts through his body.

'…and now, I'm fucked'.

All too eager to comply, he returned her kiss with one of his own—deep, hungry and thorough as he hurriedly resumed thrusting his rod into her canal. Shutting his eyes closed, in an attempt to keep whatever semblance of control he might have been able to hold onto, the man tightened the grab he had of the back of her head and pressed her face into his, their kiss turning into something frantic, while his tumescent member slid out of her body and surged back into her: again, and again and again. With his body moving hard and fast against hers, pleasure reverberated through him and he let the fingers of his right hand slide down her lower back, searching for the wet crack of her bottom. Low, throaty moans escaped the woman as she clutched at his ass to hold herself close to him and take his whole length inside her, sometimes grinding her hips against his and other times simply changing the angle he entered her at. Withstand the enticing moans and whimpers coming her mouth was no easy task per se and, since he did not dare to open his eyes and find himself entranced by her dark, dark gaze nor bewitched by her otherwise fine and delicate features contorted in bliss, he tried to keep his attention focused on simple and primeval things, such as twirling his tongue around hers or pistoning his engorged shaft in and out of her with deep, forceful thrusts. Eric would have also liked to squeeze his perineal muscles with the intention to rein in his mounting excitement, which was ramping up at the same speed as the heat that was building inside him, low down inside him, like jet fire impinging on a tank. However, that crystal clear intention of his went awry when, all of a sudden, her nails dug deep into his bare back and her inner walls tightly clenched around his throbbing member, making his eyes shut open. Abruptly, Nyssa tore her mouth from his and burrowed the back of her head into his palm, whimpering and then crying out loud as another wrenching climax ripped through her.

"Mmm, yes! You're home now, you're home now, you're home now! Yes! AH!".

A deep growl of pleasure to rumble through his throat, and he felt his pupils dilating with passion as his own shattering climax swamped his vision, sparks of ecstasy dazing his mind like sparklers on the 4th of July. Within instants, the muscles of his shoulders corded with strain and pressure became unbearable at the base of his spine, way worse than that surrounding an oil wellbore, while his legs tensed like steel and his toes curled against the black-tiled shower floor. Shoving himself into her for one last, hard time, with the tip of his rod touching the back of her womb, the Daywalker let his seed finally spill into her, flooded her insides and filled every inch of her with strong, gushing waves, like the inflows of water filling up a sea cave during a storm surge. Then, as water running from a broken bucket, his strength gave out and failed him, causing his legs to go so wobbly that he had to hold onto the fully tiled black block, with the help of both his hands to steady himself. The Damaskinos heiress, whom he rudely left without any real support, gracelessly slumped against the wet room wall, dragging in her fall his dripping, heaving chest to her rounded, sweat-glistened breasts. With their damp, slick and panting bodies tangled and entwined with one another, he slowly rubbed forehead left and right against her left clavicle, grazing with his lips her wet, bare skin and sipping the few beads of water or sweat that they encroached on their trail. Before he could completely collapse onto the vampire princess, the hunter closed his eyes in a seemingly peaceful drowse and, drawing a deep breath, let out a low growl.

"Mmm… home".