The Obscurati (10 page)

Oberon, still kissing me, lifted all three of us off the ground. He slowly levitated to the bed and turned in the air. When we landed, I was flat on my back on the bed, my husband was on top, and Lonny was by my right side.

Three in a bed isn’t necessary for me. I love sex, but I am happiest when it is just with Oberon. With others, it is just a fuck. No complaints, of course. Fucking is fun. I’ve enjoyed it for a hundred years, and I’m still not tired of it.

Lonny was built trim. He had a bit of chest hair but not so much that it was objectionable. I like Oberon’s smooth chest. He has a few strands of long, dark hair right around his nipples, but is smooth all the way to his pubes. Lonny sported a little more fuzz. His chest hair was as smooth and soft as you’d find on someone’s head.

He slid down and took Oberon’s dick into his mouth. Oberon let him. Most of the time, Oberon thinks mouths should only touch mouths. He likes the taste of cum, but he doesn’t really get off on blow jobs. Oberon is a fucking machine. He wants ass, and plenty of it. It is what he likes, and he is very skilled at it. He cuddles and kisses and fucks. You wouldn’t say my husband is versatile. That isn’t a complaint, because you just hit my three favorite things. I love to kiss and cuddle, and I really like Oberon to make love to me. And Oberon would spend all day making love to me. I think our record is eight times in a single night. Talk about raw. I could barely sit for days, and vampires heal really fast. He must have done some serious damage that night, and I loved every second of it.

Oberon was sitting on my legs and playing with my dick and balls while Lonny moved back and forth between Oberon’s dick and mine. It didn’t seem fair to Lonny, whose dick was getting no attention. I reached out and pulled on his leg. That was all the invitation he needed. He swung around to put his cock just over my mouth. It is hard for a vampire to give a blow job because of the fangs. You can do serious damage to a human without intending to. I had to be careful because my fangs are always out during sex.

Oh, okay. Lonny didn’t want a blow job. He wanted to fuck my face. Cool, I like that. Lonny was sucking my dick while he fucked my face. It was a kind of modified sixty-nine with me beneath two men and unable to move. Lonny’s hips did all the movement necessary. Lonny was your basic top/bottom/anal/oral/kisser who also liked to cuddle. It was great.

Oberon slid between my legs and parted them widely. I knew what he wanted, so I floated about a half a meter off the bed. Lonny wasn’t freaked out, but I don’t know for sure that he noticed. He was a little busy with my dick in his mouth and his in my mouth.

Oberon glided gently under me, and I felt his dick on the edge of my hole. He had spun around and had both hands on my shoulders. Oberon was on the bottom, and Lonny was on top. I was the sausage in the middle of the sandwich. Oberon usually starts making love slowly. This time he just wanted to fuck, so he impaled me with enough force that Lonny’s mouth was knocked off my dick. No lube; maybe some spit, but mainly just Oberon’s pre-cum. It is just the way I like it. An uncut cock doesn’t need much lube, and Oberon always had enough pre-cum ready to do the trick. He does know how to make an “entrance.”

I’m sure Lonny saw that we were hovering off the bed, but he barely missed a beat fucking my face, and his mouth was back over my own dick quickly. Oberon pounded my butt. It was hard and fast. He growled deeply, like he was a werewolf or something. He grabbed the sides of my hips to control the motion better. When we fuck floating, Newton’s laws about equal and opposite reactions become a factor. Oberon is powerful enough that he could have sent Lonny and me hurling to the ceiling. With every thrust, Oberon pulled down on my hips.

It didn’t take long. When Oberon gets into that “I need to fuck” mood, he takes care of business hard and fast. In just a couple of minutes I heard the groan that told me that he was about to shoot a load of cum into my ass.

I had to try to cum. Most of the time I have to hold back so I don’t shoot too soon. That wouldn’t be a problem now. A little after Oberon’s explosion, I sent a load of cum blasting into Lonny’s mouth. That set off a chain reaction. I soon tasted Lonny’s gusher. Sweet. Tasty. As he shot, I put my arms around his waist so he couldn’t move. Locked into place, I let my fangs sink into Lonny’s dick, holding him tight so I didn’t make any large gashes.

“God fucking damn!” Lonny screamed. I’m sure the whole house heard him. I held him while I took his blood. It was just a snack, so I only fed for about ten seconds. I sealed up the wounds on his dick and kept him motionless until I was sure the bleeding had stopped. When I release him, he didn’t move. Lonny wanted to stay right where he was, so I guess he liked it. I had to push him off to the side of the bed.

Oberon was already up. He wiped his dick with a towel and then wiped my butt with the other end of the towel.

“Oh, my God,” Lonny said. “That was amazing.”

I had done that sort of thing several hundred times over the past century. It isn’t a daily thing, but one of the blood donors will want me to feed from his dick once or twice a year. It was still amazing, even to me.

I’m not a huge fan of three-way sex, but I knew that we would see Lonny many times before he graduated from college. He was a good fit for Oberon and me, and the Texan was really adventuresome. He was probably willing to try anything.

Oberon was hard again. He’s always hard. This time he had his eyes on our visiting Texan, and Lonny must have known the look, because he scooted closer to the middle of the bed. Oberon lifted Lonny’s legs and drove his rod into Lonny’s hole. He wasn’t fast or rough, like he had been with me, but he already knew my limits. You find out quite a bit about somebody’s sexual abilities after a hundred years. Lonny’s ass was unknown territory, so Oberon took a moment to survey the equipment. When he was satisfied, he slowly built up the tempo. That’s the Oberon I’m used to. He starts so slow it almost makes you mad: “Get on with it, dude.” But just as you think he’s going to spend all night with his dick up your ass, he gets heavier and faster.

Lonny’s dick was only partially hard. He was a one shoot per day guy, like me. Oberon didn’t mind. He was happy to have his dick up somebody’s butt, and he was happy that Lonny seemed to be enjoying it. I like to watch Oberon fuck.

I love to watch Oberon. Period. Doing anything. I could tell from his grin and the sparkle in his eyes that he was really enjoying himself. I played with Lonny’s nipples and dick. There was a little pre-cum, which I wiped off and swallowed.

Rather than an explosive end, Oberon kept things in at the same speed. I knew when he came because of the expression on his face, but he didn’t explode into Lonny.

After savoring the moment, Oberon slid out and grabbed the towel. He gently wiped Lonny’s butt, and then he wiped his dick. Lonny just lay there with that freshly fucked look.

“They talk, you know,” Lonny finally said.

We must have looked puzzled.

“The other staff members, they talk about you two.”

“What do they say?” Oberon asked.

“Frisky,” Lonny admitted. “They say you two are good for a romp in the sack.”

“Romp?” Oberon asked.

“Just a saying,” I said. Oberon’s English wasn’t complete. “It means we like to fuck if the other person wants it.”

“They were wrong,” Lonny said. “You guys are fucking amazing. Wow. I mean….”

“Life is more than just taking blood,” Oberon said.

“I mean, wow….”

“Be careful, Lonny,” I warned. “Oberon can go again in just a couple of minutes.”

Lonny thought about that, and then he smiled. “Bring it on, man. Let’s do this thing.”

I left them to it. I was more than satisfied: plenty of blood, plenty of sex. I wanted to walk around the garden. It was late spring, and the groundskeepers had turned the back of the mansion into an ocean of color. Menz had had landscaping lights put in some time ago, so it always looked like it was a full moon. Dappled lighting with nothing glaring. I’m sure it was expensive, but Menz always seemed to have enough money to do whatever he liked.

Paco was outside. He and Menz had been a couple almost as long as Oberon and me. Paco is tall with olive skin. He’s German but looks like his parents could have been from the Middle East. His whole being is about gardening. Paco even got a PhD in botany. His main job is running the farm, but his passion is orchids. He has a greenhouse for them because it is easier to care for them when you can really control the climate. Today he was tending to some plants near a fountain. He could be out there for hours at a time.

“Hello, tall, dark, and stunning,” I said.

“Hey, Mårten. Look at this one. It’s a bromeliad that I hybridized myself.”

“I’m not sure what all that means, but it is a pretty plant.”

“Sorry. It means that I’m the mommy. I took two other bromeliads and created a whole new kind.”

“Impressive.”

“Just a hobby. See how it traps water in the bloom?”

“Guys don’t get PhDs for a hobby,” I said. “Don’t belittle yourself. I wouldn’t understand the method, but I can certainly admire the result.”

“Are you looking at me or the flower?”

I just walked away, heading into the garden. There is a bench on the far end of the garden, right where a forest begins. It is one of my favorite places anywhere. I can sit there for hours, zoned out. The garden is so large that Paco looks like a little speck off in the distance.

Chapter 7

“
H
AMLET
? Mårten?”

It was Pierre.

“It is time,” he said in our minds.

“We will be there in five minutes,” Hamlet answered. I had no idea where Hamlet was. Somewhere inside, I guessed.

I flashed up to the house in under a second, and I was in the bedroom a few seconds later. Lonny and Oberon were still on the bed. They had finished whatever they were doing.

Listen to me. “Whatever they were doing.” Nice. They were fucking, but now they were done and just relaxing. I think Lonny might have been asleep. He was on his stomach. Pretty butt. I might want to fuck it someday. I top a couple of times a year, so I just filed Lonny’s name away for future reference.

“I have to go.”

Oberon understood and didn’t ask any questions. I got into my leathers and popped back to the back of the house. When Hamlet appeared, he was wearing a black Wushu outfit (loose martial arts pants, pullover shirt, and his black belt). It was still Hamlet, so the clothes looked out of place. If you can’t imagine the impact, think of Tinker Bell wearing camouflage fatigues or Daisy Duke in Marine dress blues. Hamlet in martial arts garb is so wrong on so many levels.

The black belt was really his. He had won the right to wear it in tournament after tournament.

As soon as Hamlet was there, we both were in the air. We landed in the park next to the queen’s office building/fortress/home and walked around to the door. Pierre was waiting with a small group of vampires in the lobby of the building.

When Pierre saw Hamlet’s attire, he put his hands together like he was saying a prayer and bowed deeply. I guess Hamlet’s fighting abilities were well-known. It wasn’t like Pierre was making fun of Hamlet. He seemed serious about the bow. Hamlet returned the bow, looking very solemn, like it was something that happened every day.

I know Hamlet, or I thought I did. Hamlet acted like this bowing from scary vampires was an everyday occurrence.

Other vampires arrived, one or two at a time. After about ten minutes, we had everyone.

Pierre walked to the front door, and we followed.

“Remember, when you see someone approach, call to me in your mind. I will be there in an instant. You will see groups of vampires, because the other royals will be arriving tonight. They will expect to find you about three hundred meters off the ground. It is protocol for these gatherings. We are not on any airport flight path, so I doubt there will be any planes around. If you see a plane, just float up or down to let it pass. You are watchers, not warriors. The ones who approach will probably be those invited to attend. Keep watch and don’t just rely on smell or energy. Some vampires can mask their presence. Questions?”

Nobody said anything. Pierre didn’t say anything either, he just flashed up into the sky. We all followed. We were all about three hundred meters up and directly over the office building.

“Okay, I am going to point each of you in a direction. Head out about a kilometer. Your responsibility is all the airspace from where you are to the horizon. Don’t worry about the center of the circle. I have that covered. Don’t worry about what is going on down in the city. We have others watching that. Just watch. When you spot a group of vampires, let me know. If they get to your position before me, be polite but not chatty. Dozens of delegations are coming to the meeting. You don’t have to say anything or even acknowledge the visitor. They know the way this works, so they won’t try to chat with you. Protocol says the visitors will just stay at your location until I get there to escort them to the building. They know all about this, and you won’t have to explain anything. Watch your sector so you don’t drop your guard even for a few seconds. The visiting royals have been doing this for hundreds of years or longer, and they know not to distract you. If a group threatens you or tries to move in without the escort, scream in your mind. There’s always a chance some group of bad vamps may try to crash the party. I don’t expect it. If it happens, you will be seriously outnumbered. Scream in your mind and fly away as fast as you can. Safety first, but try not to leave your section unguarded.”