The Obscurati (22 page)

“Bedtime snack?” I grinned.

“Sort of,” Oberon said. “Gunter here has been asking for a three-way for a long time.”

“Bedtime snack is Gunter sausage?” I joked.

“Something like that,” Oberon said.

They both stripped and joined me on the bed. Gunter got my shirt off while Oberon worked on my shoes and pants. Gunter’s tongue made my tits perk right up. He was really stunning to look at, and he had the most amazing tongue. I glanced down at his stomach and got a little frightened.

“Holy shit,” I said. “It’s the size of a beer can.”

“Too much for you?” Gunter said with a heavy German accent, like he was apologizing for being hung like a brontosaurus. It was a good thing that I had a new rule about fucking. Oberon was the only one allowed into my ass. Gunter was impossibly big.

“What I ought to do is throw it over my shoulder and burp it,” I said.

“I have trouble finding people for sex,” Gunter said. “When they see me, they insist on being top.”

He went back to my nipples and worked his mouth slowly to my dick. I felt a little bad for Gunter. He was a top but had to teach himself to enjoy other things because of the size of his dick.

As his mouth took my dick inside, I felt my eyes roll back in their sockets. I caught a glimpse of Oberon. He was watching Gunter’s mouth on my rod, and he was enjoying the view. Gunter reached up to my ass cheeks. He pulled my crotch closer to his mouth. I felt a finger slide into my crack. He had one finger just at the entrance of—

“Oh, no,” I said. “You can’t think that….”

Oberon was grinning from a few meters away. He wanted to watch me being fucked by a baseball bat. Ours is a complicated relationship. He didn’t need to be bringing me beer cans.

For a minute it felt like I was cheating on Oberon, even though he was standing nearby. I had my rule. Was Gunter an exception to the rule, or was it a stupid rule? Oberon wasn’t bound by the rule, and he acted like he wanted to see Gunter’s telephone pole in my hole.

“Oh, man,” I moaned. “Use plenty of lube.”

“I promise,” Gunter said like a schoolboy with a new toy. He was almost giddy. “Shall I wear a condom?”

“If you want,” Oberon whispered, “but vampires can’t pass on HIV or any other disease. You’re safe, but use a condom if you feel like it.”

“No, then. I bareback Mårten, if it is okay with both of you.”

“No promises,” I said. “Lots of lube and go slow to see if I can take you.”

Oberon supervised the lube. He made sure that Gunter was really slick, and he put about a quart of lube up my ass with his fingers.

I felt the monster cock dragging slowly down my stomach and across the top of my own dick. I spread my legs so Gunter could take up his position.

“Missionary?” he said. I think he was surprised that I didn’t want to sit on him, but the missionary position was the only way I could handle such a cock.

“Let’s light this candle,” I said. Oberon had to explain something in German. I guess I used an idiom that doesn’t translate well.

I have to admit that Gunter was very slow. He put pressure on my hole and entered. Believe it or not, his tip was even bigger than his shaft. When he got the tip in, my sphincter kind of went
pop
around the shaft. He kept looking in my eyes. Damn, it really hurt, but in a good way. He was long as well as wide, and I swear his dick really was huge. No exaggeration. The head of his dick was larger than a beer can, and it was able to find my prostate without any problem.

As soon as I felt his pubes, he started his first retreat. It was a little faster than Oberon’s typical start, but that was okay. I wasn’t sure how long I would last with this torpedo up my butt. Gunter never stopped looking at me. I know if I showed any signs of distress, he would stop or pull out.

When the head of his dick was near my sphincter, he changed directions. Thankfully. He knew that the head would cause real pain. After about five minutes, the jet hit an air pocket.
Kaboom
. Gunter’s dick impaled me in less than a second.

“Wow,” I said. He was sure I wanted him to pull out, but I put my legs on the back of his waist and pulled. With my hands, I pulled him close enough to kiss.

I glanced over at Oberon. His hand was working his dick, and he moved his other hand to jack me off slowly. He took a taste or two of pre-cum from my dick and licked his lips, grinning. I think he decided not to put Gunter in a sandwich. I was glad, because I needed Gunter to give my ass his undivided attention. He was smooth and skilled. Oberon would have made the whole thing rougher and choppier.

It took Gunter about ten minutes to build up to a climax. When I felt him about to cum, I pulled him to my mouth so I could feed from his tit. That was when Oberon decided to join us. I got Gunter’s left tit, and Oberon sank his fangs into his right one. Gunter screamed with pleasure and pumped so hard that I was afraid my fangs were going to tear skin, but I was able to hold on. Oberon was holding on too. We got everything under control.

“Oh my God,” I finally said.

“Umm,” Gunter said. “I do this any time you want.”

I nodded.

“I give you time to heal,” he added. Gunter was polite enough to wait until his moon rocket went limp before pulling himself out of my ass. My cum was all over my stomach and Gunter’s chest. Oberon licked us both clean. As soon as Gunter was lying on the side of the king-size bed, Oberon mounted me.

“Oh, no,” I warned, but it was too late. He was in my ass easier than he ever went in before. It was like being fucked right after being fisted. I felt every millimeter of my husband. He was right on the edge and shot within a few seconds. He maybe got a half-dozen strokes before he unloaded himself inside me.

“Okay,” I chuckled. “There is no question that I have been seriously fucked tonight.”

T
HE
phone rang. I didn’t know if I had been snoozing after having my ass filleted or if it was the start of a new night. We were still airborne, so I probably just took a post-coital nap.

“I need you to divert.” It was Pierre.

“Damsel in distress in the South Pacific?”

“Something like that. There’s a rogue vampire in New Zealand who is turning children, and the locals keep losing fighters trying to stop this guy.”

“What’s the chore?” I asked. “How many kids?”

“Don’t know, but the queen is relaying new coordinates to your pilots. Sorry to interrupt your vacation.”

“What I’m concerned about is ammunition,” I said. “We’re running low.”

“What do you need?”

“I don’t know. Let me go get….”

“I’m on the line,” Oberon said from some other phone. “Tell Hamlet to give me a call. I can walk him through everything. When we get back to Germany, I guess I need to put some ammunition tools on the plane.”

“I’ll have Hamlet call you within a few minutes. He’s out at the mansion now.”

The conversation was over without any formality.

I mean, do I ever really get a vacation? There is always some crisis somewhere. It is like the goons follow me or I have some kind of tracking device.

Oberon came into the room while I was still dressing. Gunter was long gone, back with the rest of the staff.

“The pilots know,” Oberon said. “But could you tell the humans that this is going to be a short layover? They can get off the plane if they want, but they need to stay around it. And you could let the cabin crew know about the layover. I forgot. We will probably be here through the daylight hours, so they can order food and fuel if they want.”

It was like he was giving me orders. That wasn’t like Oberon, but I didn’t argue. He had plenty of things on his mind. As I left the bedroom, he was headed toward the phone to call Hamlet.

“What can I do?” It was Lonny. Whatever was going on, he seemed to pop up to help.

“We are taking a short detour to New Zealand.”

“Lord of the Rings!” he said. “They filmed it in New Zealand.”

“I’m afraid this one is just for business. The cabin crew can restock supplies, but we are only going to be here for a few hours, six or eight hours at the most. Could you make sure everybody stays around the tarmac? I don’t know the schedule, but I really don’t want to have to round up everyone.”

“I’m on it,” Lonny said. I gave him my black AmEx to pay for the supplies.

As soon as Lonny started talking to the rest of the staff, I saw a flurry of activity. The cabin crew was on the intercom with the pilots, who asked them to inform the rest of the staff. The crew told us we would be landing at Westport, an airport in the northwest part of New Zealand’s south island. Other crewmembers got on the phone and started calling people at the airport. I guess Lonny liked shopping in New Zealand better than Bora Bora.

When I got back to the bedroom, Oberon was sorting through his duffel bag.

“We got shit for bullets here,” he said. “Don’t miss, and pray we don’t have too many targets.”

“If we can’t do the whole job, we’ll do what we can.”

Oberon was stressing, and that wasn’t like him. He always wanted to have our equipment arranged perfectly. When he said we didn’t have much ammunition, I assumed that we actually had what others would consider a normal supply. Oberon was more about overkill. He always had a dozen different kinds of bullets and several sizes of magazines.

This time, he was pulling rounds out of the big magazines and loading them into small magazines. I think it was his way of reminding me to conserve what ammunition we had. As we landed, I felt the sun coming up. There would be no vampire hunting tonight. We would be dead within just a few minutes.

O
BERON
shook me awake. He already had my blood donor ready. I didn’t argue but smiled at the donor as my fangs found their mark. I fed on his blood for thirty seconds before sealing the wound on his wrist. Menz would have been proud, because I didn’t even leave a mark.

“Gear is at the door,” Oberon said. I was dressed in a jiffy. He had laid out leathers for some reason. It didn’t matter to me. I think of leather as bar clothing or dance clothing, but I can wear leather any time.

He already had coordinates punched into the new arm-mounted GPS unit. I think it was originally designed for motorcyclists or bicyclists, but it worked very nicely for a flying vampire. The flight was great because Oberon was doing all the navigation. I just had to follow his lead.

This part of New Zealand was absolutely gorgeous. It didn’t look very settled. There were few signs of humans except around the coastline. I could see mountains and palm trees. It looked like it could be a rainforest. Did they have rainforests this close to Antarctica? I guess so, because of all the palm trees. I don’t know that much about geography, but I could tell that this was a place I could spend time visiting. Hiking, maybe. We floated over a river with whitewater rapids, so that might be fun. The ocean was showing some white-topped waves, perfect for surfing. Whatever was down there, it looked like a fun place to visit.

Within a couple of minutes, we were floating back to earth. A dozen or so others were waiting for us, so Oberon stopped several hundred meters in the air. I don’t think any of the locals on the ground sensed our presence. There shouldn’t have been that many locals waiting for us. Was it a trap or something?

We flashed back to the jet. I looked but didn’t see anyone following us.

“I didn’t like it,” he said. “Maybe they don’t know the rules, but a dozen vampires shouldn’t be greeting us.”

He made a phone call. Within a couple of minutes, he was back.

“There are a dozen vampires waiting for us. I asked Pierre to tell them no more than one should be our guide. He said to give everyone about an hour to scatter.”

We waited as patiently as we could. Some of the staff members were asleep. Lonny had a thick book written by somebody who was obviously paid by the pound. Only a few were outside on the tarmac. The pilots were all huddled around the front landing gear. They were just talking. I don’t think there were any technical problems. The galley was full of boxes, so all the deliveries had been made while the sun was up.

“
T
HAT
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an hour or a little more,” Oberon said.

“Let’s go,” I said, but he was already out the door and in the sky.

This time, only one vampire was waiting for us. He apologized for the mix-up earlier. He said everyone was sick of this rogue vampire and wanted to watch him die. I couldn’t blame them. I would have wanted the same thing, but that isn’t how the Obscurati work. You can’t be called Unseen Death if everybody knows what you look like.

I didn’t interact with the man. Oberon nodded, but that was it. He led us to the edge of a cliff and pointed at a house. This was a rainforest. There was thick vegetation everywhere. Oberon used the range finder but told me that the house was about two thousand meters. There was no way for me to make the shot.

Think, Mårten, think. Um….

“I need to make the shot from the sky,” I whispered into his ear. He frowned at me, but I continued, “You go up with your instruments and find the perfect spot. Go a thousand meters up and five hundred meters from the house. I’ll remember where you are. You stay up there as a lookout, and I’ll come up with the rifle.”

“How can you make such a shot?” he asked.

“I have to. This one is for the children.”

And I did. About half an hour after I took my position in the sky, the bastard vamp strolled up to his shack. I didn’t see him fly or float, so he was probably one of those vampires who couldn’t levitate. I was in the air at about a thirty-degree angle to the horizon. It was like I was prone, but there was no ground under me. I was whipped about by the wind, but I held as steady as I could.

When the vampire appeared, I squeezed at the same time a wind gust moved the rifle. Without the ground to brace against, the gun has a little kick. The vamp heard the bullet hit nearby, but it didn’t register that somebody was shooting at him. It was the last mistake he would ever make.