Blood Slave (16 page)

I let my robe fall to the floor and embraced my new family.  They kissed me, both of them, all over, my breasts, neck, collarbone, belly, shoulders.  They focused all their attention on me.  They picked me up bodily to deposit me in bed.  Lia had already discarded her robe.  She settled between my legs going to town with her monster tongue, working me back up to another peak.

“This should be interesting.”  Enrique smirked, watching me and Lia as he stripped his clothes and sat next to my pillow.

Lia had me going good.  I pumped my hips in time with her wicked tongue lashing.  Enrique held my gaze with hunger in his eyes.  I couldn’t leave him out of the action, so I grabbed on his beautiful cock and sucked him as hard as I could.

He moved over me, pinning me on my back as he straddled my face between his legs and worked all the way in.  The skull-fuck position is an exercise in complete trust.  He could literally choke me to death as he pinned me down for forced deep throat.  He knew I could take it, we’d done it before.  In truth I don’t usually go for this position, there’s no one I have ever trusted that much.  Enrique had become the exception to the rule, to all my rules.  It came down to love.  Because I loved him, I let him do anything and everything he wants.  It pleased me to please him.

For that reason I sucked him hard and fast, grabbing on to his hips to pull down.  He followed my lead.  I took it all, burying my face into his groin.  I wanted all he could give.  I poured all my love for him into the act.  I swallowed him until I couldn’t go any farther, kissing the base of his cock.

Lia made it difficult to focus.  She ate me out like a starving woman at a banquet.  She deserved a gold medal for the world’s best cunnilingus.  She had me coming hard again in a few minutes.

That’s when everything happened at once.  Lia bit me right in the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh, centimeters from the sweet spot.  It stung, but her venom punched through me turning a good climax into a whopper multiple orgasm.  Enrique chose that moment to unload down my throat.  He shoved in hard, squishing me down into the pillow as he convulsed with his release.  I was overwhelmed, too much going on at the same time.  I tried my best to maintain, screaming into his cock with my orgasm as I drowned in his release.  I swallowed to survive.

“Oh, Hope.”  He said my name, and I loved him so much.  I would swallow for him a million times more if only he’d say those three words I desperately wanted to hear.

All this in the first five minutes.  As I caught my breath, they switched it up.  Damn vampires were tireless, barely even breathing hard.  For Lia, this was just the warm-up.  They had me in for a rough finish to the night.  I followed their lead to change position underneath Lia.

She spoke as she flicked her tongue over me.  “Try to keep up with us.”

She straddled my face for the sixty-nine.  Her turn to catch some love, but she was still in a giving mood.  She continued the assault between my legs.  Enrique took up his position behind her, ‘perito’ doggy-style, as she remained on her hands and knees.

The lucky Asian caught a double whammy.  Enrique slid in her ass while I suckled on her clit and banged her with two fingers.  Kinda tricky to coordinate, but it worked.  We all knew exactly what we were doing and played our roles well.  Lia buried her face in me and I returned the favor, giving her clit all my attention.

Lia must’ve been really strong.  She barely moved as Enrique buried all that meat in her ass, working up a good hard rhythm.  I was halfway into my fourth orgasm when I noticed he was actually hurting Lia.  The girl was too damn small to take all he had to give.  Asian women are made for Asian men, not six-foot tall Spaniards with seven inch cocks.

He had to have been aware of her pain, but he kept on going.  If anything he slammed even harder.  Then I understood – she liked the pain – a true sadomasochist.  Enrique gave her exactly what she wanted.  He gave it to her hard enough to rearrange her internal organs.

Her pain drove her wild.  Lia went off on me, fucking me raw with her tongue and fingers. 

“Oh God!  That’s … oh God!”  She had me in a non-stop frenzy

I gave it right back the same, tongue, fingers, teeth.  I gobbled that woman down.  The whole operation exploded when he laid all his weight into her.  He roared his release and bit her on the right shoulder.  Lia screamed her orgasm, and then she tagged me right where it counts.  That psycho bitch sunk her fangs right into my pussy.

Oh God it hurt so bad, but it was wonderful too.  An insanely rich mixture of pleasure and pain.  I was lost for a time in agony and ecstasy, the two blended until one became the other and vice versa.

I screamed as I jammed all four fingers as far into her as I could reach.  “You bitch!  Don’t you stop dammit!  Don’t stop!”  And she didn’t, not for a while.

I regained my senses somewhat as they disengaged their bites and got up off me.  That’s when I noticed the blood.  Not mine, Lia’s.  That kinky bitch turned right around and sucked Enrique’s cock and balls clean.  She’s a total freak.

“That is so wrong.  I can’t believe she just did that.”  I shook my head and looked away from Enrique.  It creeped me out, but it was kinda sexy too.  “I thought I was bad.  She’s dirty.”

I caught Enrique watching me as I convulsed, still reacting to their venom.  They waited patiently for me to recover, adjust, watching for my reaction to this strange new dynamic.  They were waiting to see if I would freak out.

“I’m okay.  I don’t like the sight of blood alright?  But I’m not judging.”

“Good.”  He said one word, but that pretty much said it all.

We moved into the next sexual configuration in the game plan.  In the lesbian world it’s known as the scissor, where two girls slide in between each other’s legs pussy to pussy.  I coordinated with them flawlessly, taking my cues from Lia’s mind.

Enrique lay on his back.  I settled my lips around his cock, snuggled between his legs.  Lia had done a good job, Enrique was squeaky clean.  I loved him so much.  I’d suck him all night long if he asked.  As I swallowed all that wonderful cock, Lia started grinding on me with these hot little semicircular motions.  It was tricky, like trying to pat your head and rub your stomach at the same time.  But I’ve had a lot of practice.

I went with the flow, using my telepathy to its fullest.  I synced with Lia’s every move, and through her connection to Enrique, I knew how he enjoyed me.  It was the first time I had the opportunity to read his mind.  Lia provided me that missing ingredient, a psychic link to Enrique.  I sensed everything he wanted, the way he wanted it, how much he enjoyed my teeth and tongue, my hands.  He actually liked when I scraped him a little bit, almost biting him.  I felt his intense pleasure as I focused on the very tip of his cock, swirling my tongue around and sucking hard.  To this moment I’d never truly known precisely what he liked.  I think it strengthened my bond to him.  I felt closer than ever before.

We screwed for what seemed like hours.  Everyone got their needs met again and again.  Lia just couldn’t stop going at it.  The girl was insatiable.  She humped me raw while gnawing on my foot, biting me over and over again.  It was awesome.

For the first time ever they slept in my bed, wrapped around my blissfully abused body in a puppy pile of naked limbs.  I felt like I had died and gone to heaven, with the exception of all the wonderful aches and pains I’d acquired during our sexual adventures.

I must’ve slept for a good thirteen hours from sunrise to sunset, snuggled between them both.  I felt so safe and secure – loved.  I don’t know if I was loved but it sure felt like it.

Somebody smacked me awake at sunset. 

“Ow!  What the hell!”  I didn’t want to wake up.

When I finally did get up I thought I was dying of thirst.  I had a horrible taste in my mouth, nauseous, bone dry with thirst.  “Get me some water.” I croaked.

I tried to stand up to get a drink, but my head exploded with sharp stabbing knives of pain.  I hit the floor with vertigo, and I couldn’t get back up.  My stomach lurched, the room spun.  I broke into a cold sweat.

“Hope, wake up, Hope, what’s wrong?”  Enrique shook me.

I felt dead tired.  All I wanted to do was curl back up into his embrace and sleep.  Every time I opened my eyes the room spun, my stomach flopped.  He finally let me be, let me sleep.

“Get me an IV now!” he yelled at somebody.

I awoke later in bed with the now familiar IV tier standing nearby, a clear bag and a red bag.  Enrique and Lia sat beside the bed fully dressed.  They had their little silent conversation going.

“She’s not going to last very long.”

Enrique came back at her. 
“She will be fine if we take better care of her!”
 I could actually hear the furious growl in his mental voice.

“Why prolong the inevitable?”

“Because I like her.  I want her to live a long happy life with us.”

“You finally admit it?”

“Yes, the secret’s out.  There’s something about her I like, something unique.”

“She does give one hell of a blow job.”

“Don’t be rude, she’s listening.  You have to respect her as a person.”

“That was a compliment.”

Enrique followed his own advice.  He granted me the courtesy of speaking to me instead of about me.  “You gave us quite a scare.  How are you feeling?”

The ‘us’ part wasn’t really true.  Lia had been quite entertained watching me fall on my face.  Enrique was the only one who gave a shit about me.

“I’m starving.  And I could really use a quick bite.  What time is it?”  I hadn’t been bitten in way too long – withdrawals started to kick in.  The clock showed a little after ten, I must’ve been out for three hours.  I never waited this late in the evening for my first shot of venom, way overdue.

“Of course.”  Enrique accommodated me with a light loving nip, always careful when it mattered.  After meeting my immediate needs, the gravity of the situation hit me hard.

“So, you guys trying to kill me?”

Enrique shook his head, embarrassed.  “You know that’s not our intention.  But we did get a little carried away last night.  I think you’ll be fine with a pint and half of blood and a few hours recovery.”

Lia simply stared at me unfazed.  She couldn’t care less.

“But you almost killed me.  Is that correct?”

“I think that’s a bit extreme.  You were severely anemic, but you recovered rapidly.  Remember I told you one of the benefits of living with us is an ability to heal faster?  Remember how quickly you recovered from the incident at the Metropolis?  Your shoulder barely has a mark on it.  Repeated exposure to our bite has toughened you up quite nicely.”

“That’s why you could hardly wake me up, and I couldn’t even get to my feet?”

“Querida, you were a pint and a half shy.  A normal person would have been on their deathbed.  You’re well-adjusted to this life.  There’s nothing to worry about.  We need to exercise a little more caution in our sex life, that’s all.”

“You mean she needs to exercise more caution.”  I pointed my finger of accusation at Lia, who simply raised her eyebrows as if to say –
who me?

“Yes … her and I both need to be more careful with you.”  Enrique tried to play down Lia’s role in my near death experience. 
Sooo
uncool.

“Don’t treat me like I’m stupid!  I know who did the majority of the biting.”

Enrique looked to Lia then back at me.  “She knows she made a mistake, and she apologizes.”

I looked at Lia, poised, quiet, and believe it or not, contrite.  She spoke to me with one hundred percent sincerity, “I’m sorry Hope.  Will you forgive me?”

I searched her mind.  The only thing there was a desire to make amends.  I was so pissed.  How could she do this and get away with it?  Nothing more than
I’m sorry?

“So that’s it?  She sucks me dry and gets off with an apology?  I’m all better now – no harm – no foul – no big deal?”

“Would you prefer to have her punished?”

“Are you serious?”  A dumb question.

I saw clearly through Lia’s mind, the two of them had discussed this.  Enrique had mentioned the possibility she should be punished.  She imagined it, naked, bent over, Enrique lashing at her back and ass with a leather blackjack.  The idea made her wet.  Both afraid and turned on by the prospect of it.  Her eyes gleamed with excitement, anticipation, and fear.

I shuddered. “No way am I getting into that freaky shit!  No!  You’re not going to beat her on my behalf.”

“Fine … you accept our sincere apologies?”  He watched me quietly.  Either pass judgment and draw blood, or let it be.

“I guess that’s as good as it gets.”  I sighed.  It felt so unfair.  She gets to suck the life out of me and get away with it.

They both moved up on me at the same time.  Enrique hugged me first.  He kissed me on the forehead, then Lia.

She whispered in my ear as we embraced.  “I’ll let you hurt me if you want.  I’ll make it up to you.”  She flicked her tongue in my ear playfully.  The chick was a total freak.

“No thanks.  I don’t really care for S&M.”  I’d done the whole leather whips thing before, just playing around.  Lia wanted it for real.  She wanted me to hit her, draw blood, cause real pain, not just a slap on the butt.

She sat down next to me on the bed, her head filled with S&M fantasies.

Enrique grabbed my attention as he pet my hair.  “I think we should do a little test to demonstrate something.  You don’t believe me.  So I’m going to prove it to you.  Lia, please get me a thirty pound dumbbell.”

She returned to the room a moment later.  She hefted a big ole thirty pounder, a solid dumbbell with two big hexagonal weights on each side of the handle.  A one-handed dumbbell.  I spent a little time in the gym, took cardio kickboxing for a month.  I didn’t stick with it.  The instructor gave the girls one or two pounders for each hand, the guys got tens or fifteens.  I’ve never even attempted to pick up a thirty pounder.  Lia set it on the bed in front of me, expecting me to actually grab it and do something.