Vampire Food 08: He Smelled Like Peach Pie (4 page)

Her flesh was being set to flame, her head feeling slightly foggy with the lust that was swelling into her brain. Russell slid down further, his hand still kneading her breast as his tongue followed the line down the center of her ribs to her abdomen. He stuck it into her belly button and blew a raspberry on her skin. Em squirmed and almost bit Rory. She really hated to have her belly button messed with. Rory chuckled against her lips, but continued to kiss her, as Russell followed his invisible path downward. He nuzzled the upper portion of her mound with his slightly prickly chin as he licked the line between pussy and abdomen. Obviously, he hadn’t bothered to shave while he was with Becka. It was a really nice indication of his emotions. Russell often said that he shaved so his face would be soft against her skin. Clearly, he didn’t care if he was soft for Becka.

Rory’s hand slid downward, a tight presence on her throat, his fingers grinding over her shoulder blades. The strength in his hands was obvious and Em knew that he could easily snap her bones, but he didn’t. Rory was just applying enough pressure to make it uncomfortable without being painful. It was a controlling gesture, a reminder that he was in charge and was choosing not to hurt her. Leaning back, he captured her eyes. “I love you. I missed you.”

“I missed you, also.”

“Do you want just Russell or both of us?”

Em looked down at Russell and jumped again as his tongue pushed between the upper fold of her pussy and lapped at her clit. He stopped to readjust his body so he could peel the skin back with his hands. “I think we should remind her of what she has been missing.”

“My thoughts exactly.” Rory bent forward and gave her breast a squeeze as he leaned and licked a circle around her nipple. He didn’t touch the most sensitive flesh, denying her the touch. Russell pushed back the hood of her clit, exposing the tiny muscle completely before he applied pressure to it with his tongue. Again, his licks were hard and complete, the sensation penetrating deeply into her already-aching cunt. He swirled his tongue over her swollen flesh, causing her to moan with deep desire.

As if they had planned the action, Russell leaned back onto his bent knees as Rory flipped to his back and with his arm under her body, flipped her over onto his chest. He had just reversed the intended penetration, but Russell didn’t seem to mind as he began to massage the cheeks of her ass.

Russell slapped her ass hard, making the skin burn as Rory reached over and grabbed the bottle of oil that sat on the nightstand. He flipped it in the air to Russell and then ran his hands down her sides. His palms against her skin felt wonderful and when he grabbing the outer cheeks of her ass Em moaned. Rory pulled the flesh apart with his fingers, to give Russell easy access. He then ran his tongue up her throat to reclaim her attention. Em grinned and kissed him, enjoying the somewhat harsh brush of his tongue. His lips were crushed to hers, claiming her mouth as his own, as Russell dripped the oil into the crack of her ass. The cool liquid splattered upon impact and gathered back together to run down her skin. He rubbed it in with the head of his cock and then prodded the opening of her anus with the taut head.

Russell tossed the bottle on the bed, and put his hands to her thighs. He shoved her legs into a bent position to either side of Rory’s hips. Em could feel the cool feel of Rory’s dick as it sprang to life, and then slid effortlessly into her burning pussy. Waves of heat were flowing up from the internal connection, burning her alive as Russell delved ever deeper into her tight ass. They were filling her, their wonderfully endowed cocks parting her flesh both forward and back, stretching her to the brink of oblivion. Neither man was moving, they just remained within her, tight to her body. Russell lay down on her back, his weight heavy upon her as he rested the side of his head upon her hair. “Good night, Em.”

Rory stroked her cheek softly. “Go to sleep, lover.”

Go to sleep?

Rory shifted slightly to the side, tucking his hand behind his head so her cheek was resting on his arm. “Do you really expect me to go back to sleep with your dicks in me?”

“Yeah. We can get a head start on having sex later.”

Rory had to be kidding. She was crushed between them and there was no way that she was going back to sleep. Em wiggled her hips and Russell slapped the side of her ass with his palm. She wiggled again and Rory pinched the side of her breast. She tried to pick her head up, but Russell put pressure on her and she couldn’t. “Come on. You bring my pussy to a boil and then tell me to go to sleep. I’m too aroused to sleep.”

“It will cool down,” teased Rory.

At least she hoped he was teasing her. She lifted her left arm and Rory captured it, holding it to her side. Russell did the same to the other arm. Em wiggled her ass again, which earned her another slap from Russell, and made her cunt burn hotter for the small amount of friction it evoked. She moaned piteously. “Please…”

Rory flexed his hips, lifting her up into Russell as he shook his lower body from side to side. Russell moved in reverse, rocking up and down over her flesh. The slight movement was odd and stretched her anus to the top and bottom as her pussy was expanded to either side. It was also fantastic, the odd shifts in her flesh unbelievably intoxicating. Her pussy flared hotter, spasms ripping through her cunt to roar up into her brain. She whimpered at the growing orgasm, the feel of it like a glowing bliss within her flesh.

Both men stopped, sinking deeply within her again and resuming their go-to sleep positions. Em would have slapped one of them if they didn’t have a hold of her hands. She thrashed between them, too close to climax to want to end or cool. She wanted it now, the pounding release that would take her into the wondrous high of raging life fluid. She shifted her head and Rory removed his arm, allowing her head to sag onto the pillow as he grabbed the hair against her scalp and held it. He was well aware that she was angry enough to bite him.

They lay for what seemed like an eternity, holding her down, encasing her body. Em was silent, waiting to see what they would do next. She was not going to beg them again and if this was how they intended to sleep, then so be it. She would simply lie between them and keep her frustration to herself. Her pussy was aching in complaint, the flickers in her muscles cooling, but not losing their insistent desire.

Russell shifted his hips, filling and then releasing her anus. He did it a second time and then a third before stopping. Moments ticked by and then Rory slid in and out of her pussy, the wonderful friction torturous. The inner muscles had constricted around his cock, each movement radiantly clear to her overwhelmed nerve endings. He stopped and Russell moved again. It was a patterned progression, Russell…stop completely…Rory…stop completely and then Russell again. They were driving her insane, torturing her, not with whips and paddles, but with denial.

Em was whimpering loudly, her cunt on fire, her anus feeling Russell’s thrusts as they were echoed against Rory’s cock. Fuck her pride. “Please make it stop. I want to come so badly. Please…” Her voice sounded whiney to her own ears, but Em didn’t care. She wanted to come, needed to come, the ache in her pussy so demanding and infuriating it had to be sated.

In a single motion, they both thrust forward and then back, rocking her hips between them as they coerced her pussy onward and upward. The sensation rose like the like vibrant fall of a hang glider whizzing toward the ground, free and radiantly overwhelming in its intensity. The muscles of her pussy and anus began to pound around them, consuming her body and mind with shudders of all encompassing joy that pushed even the tiniest thought from her mind. Em screamed, the inner vibration of their climaxes like bolts of lightning flaring inside her. Her pussy clamped tight again and then began to throb in a wondrous secondary explosion of sensation.

Russell nuzzled her hair, kissing her throat before he sat back. Rory slid from beneath her, drawing her into a long and luxurious embrace. Em was overwhelmed and truly exhausted for the first time in weeks. She felt her body going slack as Rory stroked her cheek. Russell lifted her slightly and rolled her onto her back. He lay down on top of her, and Em knew he was shifting back to furry, but she didn’t actually feel it happen as the world went black around her.

Salt glared at them. “You fucked her into oblivion, but couldn’t bother to wake me up to participate?”

“You were out cold, Salt,” replied Rory. “Em literally screamed and it didn’t wake you up.”

“How is it that she can stay awake for days and nights, and I can’t seem to open my eyes until the sun goes down once I’m asleep? She is not that much older than me.”

“Em had the blood of three different vampires in her veins. One of them was hundreds of years old. Her age doesn’t matter as much as the age of her three makers. If you want to get technical, she is now older than me.”

“What do you mean?” asked Russell.

“A vampire’s age is measured three ways. One is how old you are when you were turned. The second is the age of the vampire that turned you. If two humans are turned at age thirty, but one of them is turned by a vampire that is a hundred and the other by a vampire that is only fifty, it changes their age. The one turned by the one hundred-year-old has now gained the strength and stamina of that vampire, where the younger vampire is weaker. Joel was almost two hundred, I am almost two hundred and Vidar was over four hundred, that gives Em a combined life fluid that has over eight hundred years of experience and strength.”

“Holy shit,” grumbled Salt. “If that is the case, then I should be stronger also because she had already been with you and Joel before she turned me.”

“It doesn’t work that way exactly. When a human is changed, at first our enzymes work quickly in their bodies. After that initial internal death of their organs, they change more slowly. The blood then takes a while to actually reconstruct the cell structure so that each cell can be kept viable with our life fluid. It takes over a year for that complete metamorphosis to happen. Em had two different vampire enzymes in her body during that time. The melding of those fluids takes much longer, although the vampire doesn’t notice anything after the initial reaction. It has been speculated that it can take up to five years for the dissimilar enzymes to finally calm into one solid entity. It will be far longer for Em because of Vidar’s enzymes, but that is off the point. When Em changed you, her life fluid was still unsettled, possibly even more so because she drank from Gaelic. That is a completely different matter though, because Gaelic’s fluid was so similar to Joel’s. Anyway. What she gave you had not altered into its final form, so it turned you, but without giving you the ability to completely control your hunger. You are stronger and faster than a normal newling vampire, but still not as much as Em.”

Salt grunted. “So I will always be less than her?”

“Is that a problem? We are all less than her. We always will be. By rights, everyone in these caves and probably most of the vampires on earth are less than her. She is also still changing and becoming stronger with each passing night.”

Russell frowned. “So why did she react so badly to not feeding? Shouldn’t she be able to go weeks without eating?”

“I fear it has been many weeks since she has. She also needs new blood to promote the existing cells to go to work to finish her transformation. They tend to go stagnant when we don’t eat. That is not normally a problem, but for Em it is. There were also outside factors to this. Stress weakens our life fluid, so does strenuous exercise and lack of sleep. Everything she has been doing is making her weaker and starving herself was the straw that could have broken the camel’s back.”

“How the hell do you know all this stuff, Rory?” asked Salt.

Rory got up and went to their library. There was only one book that he had made sure to grab from their fortress in Connecticut. He took it down from the shelf with the other newly acquired books and tossed it to Salt. “If you want to know things, then read. There is a lot of good information in that book about vampire kind. Just don’t take it out of our chamber please. There is also information that could be detrimental in the wrong hands.”

Salt nodded and looked at the book. He would have to read it and see what information he could learn from it. “So this is an instruction manual for vampires?”

“Kind of. It gives a lot of information that you will probably never need to know. I found it interesting so I read it cover to cover.”

“Why did you make the comment about it being detrimental? Have you heard something about trouble?”

Rory shrugged. “I don’t know, Russell. I overheard a conversation in the lab the other day. Two of the scientists were talking about a group of mixed individuals who were unhappy with the role the vampires are playing. When I asked them about it, they claimed not to know that much. They only said that they have heard of this group. It was extremely nonspecific.”

“Do you think the two men are part of the threat?”

“I suppose it’s possible, but they are vampires, so probably not.”

Salt hadn’t heard anything about that. He frowned and then noticed the somewhat guilty expression on Russell’s face. “What do you know about it, Russell?”

“I don’t know if I know anything. Becka made a comment about vampires being weaker than shifters. I wrote it off to the fact that she was trying to get me to stay with her. Now I have to wonder if there was more to it.”

“How did she figure that we are weaker?”

“It is due to the fact that vampires live at night and can’t tolerate the light of the sun. Of course most vampires here have a room such as this that is light resistant. Actually most of them don’t have windows as we do, so their rooms are not subject to sunlight at all. I suppose those in the meeting hall or in the gardens during the daylight could be killed, but most vampires retire before the sun anyway. It is mainly the older ones that will stay up to see the sun.”