Sam chuckled softly under his breath, to see how timid Damion was being over something simple as a muscle moving under his hands, a simple flex was all it was in response to Damion’s touch. When Damion withdrew his hands, Sam shook his head as though trying to explain that it was all okay.

“I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?” Damion whispered, looking up at Sam so innocently. Sam knew there was one way to show him it was natural.

“It was exciting me, not hurting. Look, allow me.” Sam brought his own hands up and gently guided them over Damion’s chest, then up to his shoulders, which he kneaded, and went on to dance his finger tips down his arms. Sam’s eyes were warm and kind, and his method was gentle and slow again. It seemed to be the way with him, though he had a better sense of control than Damion. One hand did drop lower, and started to massage Damion’s growing manhood, as Sam watched his face for his reaction. “Does this excite you?”

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“Oh!” Damion grinned, blushing fiercely. Sam’s hand dropped lower and began to massage Damion’s hardness. Damion sucked in a breath and bit his lip to stifle the moan that threatened to escape.

“Does this excite you? Sam asked. Damion didn’t think he had enough air to speak, let alone think about how he was feeling. But if the mind-numbing pleasure streaking through his body was anything to go by, he was very excited.

“Yes!” he gasped, clutching at Sam’s shoulders as if to anchor himself in the here and now. He stepped forward and dropped his head to Sam’s shoulder, trembling and moaning as Sam stroked him to full hardness.

Sam felt the tightening of Damion’s grip on his shoulders, trying to steady himself, as his knees were almost set to buckle from the feelings that were now racing through him. A raging wild fire that was a heat to inflame his passions within. Now, it had reached a point where Sam wanted to let Damion experience more pleasures of the flesh. He whispered into Damion’s ear as his own breathing became ragged. “Just enjoy me.”

Sam moved around so that he was now at Damion’s back, and he reached around, with a firm hold on Damion’s hardened cock, and started stronger massaging, all the while, he rubbed his own hard member between Damion’s ass cheeks. Sam kissed and sucked on Damion’s neck, with his tongue flicking the skin, all the while his body was now writhing with Damion’s Panting hard, his peaked nipples traced across Damion’s soft back, and the tension between them was building. It wasn’t full on fucking, but it gave the sensation that the Alpha was in control of Damion’s pleasure. He grinded his own cock up and down the insides of Damion’s cheeks, while now using both hands on Damion; one massaging his balls, the other pulling his cock in a steady rhythm.

“My baby…” Sam uttered as he rubbed his stubbled cheek against Damion’s.

So saying, Sam moved around until he was at Damion’s back. He reached around his waist and began to stroke him in earnest. Damion cried out, clutching at Sam’s arms as his eyes rolled back into his head. He tried to pull air into his lungs, especially when Sam pressed in behind him, rubbing his own hardness between his cheeks.

Damion couldn’t stop the moans that escaped him. With the double sensations of Sam’s hand on his cock and his hardness firmly pressed into him from behind, Damion began to wonder if he would simply spontaneously combust where he stood. Sam kissed, nibbled and licked at the skin of Damion’s neck, his body writhing against Damion’s as the passions flared between the two men. Damion was panting hard, his body jerking in Sam’s grip as his mate’s other hand moved to caress his balls. Damion couldn’t help his reactions. Every jerk on his cock sent him grinding against the hardness at his back. His breathing was harsh and rapid and he felt lightheaded.

“My baby…” Sam moaned behind him as he rubbed his stubbled cheek against Damion’s smooth one.

“Sam…God…Sam!” Damion cried out, his whole body flashing between hot and cold as the sensations mounted. Their bodies writhed together, a fine sheen of sweat making their movements more fluid. Damion felt an unknown force moving through his body and thought he was dying. It felt very strange and it was something he’d never experienced before in his life.

A moment later, his whole body went ridgid in Sam’s arms and with a cry of his name, Damion experienced his very first true orgasm…that paled in comparison to the one he experienced previously with Sam. His ejaculate shot from his body in a stream, covering Sam’s hand and the floor at his feet in its pearl luminescence. His body spasmed with each jerk of Sam’s hand, as if he wanted to pull each tremor from him through Damion’s cock. Damion unconciously squeezed the cheeks of his ass around Sam’s cock, the slickness of their mingled sweat creating a delicious friction over Sam’s own cock.

Sam’s hand continued to stroke out each jet of jism, that splattered over his own hand and the floor at their feet. The continued writhing went on unabaited, as both men were now swept up in a craze of unadulterated lust. Feeling Damion clench his ass cheeks upon Sam’s member as it slid between them gave him a feeling that was indescribable. Sam tilted his head back, and continued to work his member between the tight fold, which had now built up a lathering of sweat that gave off a masculine odour Sam couldn’t resist. Hearing Damon cry out his name, made Sam release his hand from Damion’s balls and take his cheek to turn his face enough that he could kiss him hungrily, as he continued to more or less hump him from behind. The Alpha had pleased his mate….that was obvious, and now he wanted to finish what was started. He brought his jizz covered hand around and lacquered his own throbbing member with it, as he broke the kiss.

“You’re my wolf…down on all fours.” he said in a husky voice, as he continued to work Damion’s cream all over his member. Lubrication was the key to this…and Sam knew it would hurt Damion if he didn’t. But Sam was so heady, that he was struggling to think. If Damion got down on all fours, Sam would get in behind him, to take him properly.

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“You’re my wolf…down on all fours.” Sam ordered, his voice husky with need.

Damion whimpered and did what he was bid without hesitation. The time for waiting was over.

He was ready for his mate to claim him fully.

He spared a brief thought for his father, but at that moment…what his father wanted and what Damion wanted were two completely different things. Damion was right where he wanted to be, and if his father had a problem with his son’s choices…Damion knew he would have a place to go.

“Sam…please…” Damion begged his mate, his oversensatized body writhing beneath his mate’s hungry gaze, the rounded globes of his ass a sweet temptation to the one who was about to claim him for his own.

Such a sweet delicious sound was that of Damion whimpering, wanting more attentions from his mate. What was to come however, would be the final act in their coupling, that made them whole with the other. Sam could only smile and nod as his lover went down as told, and got into the position favoured by wolves. Sam lowered to his knees, and as Damion begged softly “Sam…please…” Sam used one hand to gently stroke his back, while two of his fingers made their way to his puckered rim, that was sure to flinch as soon as it was touched. Sam rubbed the tip of his cock that was well lubricated against Damion’s tight hole, and then slowly fed in the two fingers, as he hunched over Damion’s back, and started to kiss along his spine. This was again slowing down the action. Why? Cause if this was not done carefully, it may well hurt and scar Damion, and Sam didn’t want this to be as painful as it could be. The twin digits started to pump his ass slowly, one finger curling to widen Damion’s insides, but this would also stimulate Damion’s prostate gland, which was incredibly sensitive, much like a woman’s G spot.

You could hear the throaty growl of the Alpha as he worked Damion’s ass….preparing it for what was to come. When he had done it for enough, he then withdrew his fingers, and with his own member leaking pre, he pushed the head to the rim, and whispered. “This will burn for a few seconds….but once it stops, you will enjoy it. I promise.” That said, he slowly pushed in an inch, and his hand rested upon Damion’s hips, so he could gauge how far and how soon to enter.

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~When Two become One.~

Sam held still the moment he had entered Damion fully. He could tell he reached the point when Damion grunted and then murmered that he trusted and loved him. Seeing him look back, Sam’s face softened, then he tilted his head back as he withdrew slowly, pulling back his hips, his hands smoothly dragging back over Damion’s sides, till he had almost pulled out fully. Sam stopped and then he chewed his bottom lip as the tightness was addictive. An almost grainy feeling within Damion, against Sam’s slick member. He spat down on his member, and rubbed it in to lubricate it further, and then he moved his hands upward as he started to push in again, slowly…ever slowly, filling his lover. His head tipped forward, and droplets of sweat hung on the tips of his hair, as he grunted from the pleasure that he was experiencing. Damion’s breathing technique was helping him cope with relaxing his inner muscles to accept Sam’s girth. Once he reached him fully inside again, Sam bent forward and again kissed Damion’s back. From here it began, slow, precise movements. It felt incredible, and was true love making on his part.

Two had become one.

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That feeling when Damion reached around and squeezed Sam’s left ass cheek, was his way of begging Sam, to mark him, and claim his beta once and for all. His body was now ready and he had reached a point where his body accepted Sam’s girth willingly.

“Sam…now…please!”

The Alpha felt and heard the beta beg for his mate, and this brought out the full wolf that had been holding back all this time. He arched his back proudly, and gripped Damion’s hips forcibly, pushing his way into him in one hard thrust that was sure to send Damion’s mind spiraling. He withdrew and then it began, a series of hard pumping of his thick member, that was being milked now by Damion’s inner muscles.

“Damion….ah Fuck!” Skin started to slap skin, as their bodies smacked against each other, the fire of Damion’s ring heating up Sam and he was now lost to his desires. He reached for Damion’s hair and gripped it, tilting his head back, before lowering his upper body and nipping at the back of Damion’s shoulder blade. Sam now was riding Damion hard, his balls slapping against Damion’s. He was so close…so close.

“Damion….God!…I’m cumming!” He roared and stiffened as he pushed inside him fully, and started to throb as he began to fill Damion with his seed. His continued growls and moans filled the room.

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His cries mingled with Sam’s as they were now mated for all time. Sam gripped Damion’s hair, pulling his head back as Sam lowered his upper body and nipped at Damion’s shoulder.

The sounds of Sam’s balls slapping against Damion’s thighs was music to the young were’s ears and he growled out his desire. He felt the repeated sensation of an orgasm approaching and urged Sam to go faster.

“Damion…ah Fuck!” Sam cried out.

“Sam! Yes! Ah! So…close…so…good!” Damion groaned. Damion’s toes began to curl and he reached between his legs to stroke himself against Sam’s thrusting.

“Damion….God!…I’m cumming!” Sam shouted, pounding hard against Damion’s prostate before he stiffened. He pushed inside a final time and Damion felt the throbbing wetness within him as Sam filled him with his seed. This tipped Damion over the edge and he cried out his own orgasm, spurting all over his hand and the floor beneath his body.

Both men quivered together as they came down from their orgasmic high. Damion pressed his fevered head to the cool floor and for some reason, burst into tears. Great hitching sobs that were nearly painful in their intensity.

For the first time in his life, Damion felt truly free. He felt Sam disengage from him and was pulled into his arms.

“I’m sorry…I don’t mean to cry…but that was the single, most wonderful experience of my life.” Damion whispered, pressing his face into Sam’s shoulder. “I love you, Sam.” Damion sniffled.

Carmen’s Office

Carmen was locked in her office, not working on her usual things, but using her power and status to dig up whatever she could on this “Victor”, if that was even his true name. If he was as old as Shane implied, then he probably changed his name several times over the centuries. She had started digging through files of unsolved murders in Derry over the past 70 years or so and came up with about 10 that could fit the bill.

She got on the phone and started to call around to see if anyone official or unofficial knew anything about the murders.

The only common denominators were the fact that all the victims were drained of their blood and that there were no fingerprints left at the crime scenes. No broken locks on doors or windows and nothing was stolen.

If she had to lay a bet that “Victor” was in the area and had been for years, she would have won the jackpot.

She sat back in her chair, crossing her legs and stared out the window. The moon was full this night and she stared up at it’s beauty with a sigh.

“Something wicked this way comes.” she murmured to herself.

“Something wicked this way comes.”

And right on cue, Shane opened her office door. Talk about timing. He had a huge smile on his face, and spotted Carmen sitting by her window, in her chair, looking up at the pale full moon. He didn’t knock, but tread lightly across the floor, then out from behind his back he produced a large spray of red roses, with a fragrance that would fill the very room with its subtle sweetness.

“Now, who would be burning the midnight oil then, and not like some company?’ He mused, setting down the roses on the desk, and then sneaking up behind her as she was deep in thought.

“I say, let me call for some Chinese, and then we can go at it like bunnies on your desk. Christen it.” Shane beamed, full of his usual bravado. It would appear he had some of his old spark back, though the question was why?

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The smell of roses hit her first and surprised that she hadn’t heard anyone come into the room, she turned in her chair, claws extended and ready to tear flesh from bone. When she saw it was her lover and mate, she sat back in her chair with a sigh, her claws morphing back into a normal hand.

“Shane, if I had a heart, you would have given me a heart attack with that stunt. Not that I’m not pleased to see you, because I am very pleased to see you. So what’s the occassion?” she smiled, brushing her hand across the roses and spreading their pleasing scent around the room.

“I say, let me call for some Chinese, and then we can go at it like bunnies on your desk. Christen it.” he grinned at her, the spark that had been absent from his eyes these past few weeks, shining brightly before her. She grinned at him.

“Chinese food and hot sex…you trying to butter me up for something?” she smirked, sitting forward in her chair. As he was leaning over her desk, this had the distinct advantage of giving him a clear view of her cleavage…and the pink lace bra that was barely visible beneath her shirt.

Shane spied the claws being extended on Carmen’s fingers, and knew that she probably got on the defensive with his sudden intrusion into her office without being announced. He of course breathed a sigh of relief when she retracted them. Not that he didn’t mind a little bit of scratch and tumble, just he was wearing one of his best silk shirts, and hated to see it get shredded so quickly. He sat on the edge of her desk, swinging his feet back and forth like a little boy at the candy store, oogling her sweet lace pink bra that was just revealing itself out from her shirt. His mouth practically watered and he had to wonder if she had the matching briefs. He went as far to lean over to see if she would do a Sharon Stone and give him a flash.

“Chinese food and hot sex…you trying to butter me up for something?”

“Honey, with my saliva…I don’t need butter. Mhmmm mmm” He joked, though he had a hint of seriousness in what he said. Oh Shane was back, that was obvious.

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“Oh my god, that was so cheesey, lover.” she grinned, getting to her feet. She went around the desk and inserted her body between his swinging legs, wrapping her arms around his neck. “But I am so happy to see you.” she smiled, leaning in for a kiss. It did her soul good to see her mate with that spark in his eyes once again. She drew back from him. “I seem to recall…someone has a birthday in a few days. What did you want to do? I’m up for anything you want.” she grinned, knowing she’d just given him carte blanche to do anything he wanted.

“Oh my god, that was so cheesey, lover.”

Shane looked at Carmen, his jaw dropping as though mortally wounded by the suggestion he was cheesy. Course, it was a pretty slick line, kinda like the ones used at the bar, to moisten the lips of some floosy. Shane could have come up with a better line, and he had started to think of one, when Carmen rose from her chair and made a beeline to place herself between his legs. He couldn’t help but think of that as a win in itself, and enjoyed her wrapping her arms around his neck.

“I seem to recall…someone has a birthday in a few days. What did you want to do? I’m up for anything you want.”

“Anything?” Shane said with a roguish smile. “Oh now you are just making it hard for me to chose. I…would like you…in a red bow. On a bed….yes, I think that would be good for starters.”

Course, she was going to want something a little more serious to go with, and he really had to think about what he would like most of all. “Dinner, just the two of us. Say, some swanky restaurant in town…followed by…” he then whispered in her ear, of how they could go hunt something on two legs, to dine on together. His eyes glowered red just at the thought of it.

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“Mmm. I think I can accomodate that wish.” she grinned, leaning in to nibble on his jaw. But then he came up with an even better suggestion and she purred with delight.

“Dinner, just the two of us. Say, some swanky restaurant in town…followed by…” And he whispered his desires into her ear, how they could go on a hunt together, making her growl with need.

“Oh I love how you think, sexy.” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. With barely a thought, she locked the door to her office as she stepped from his arms. In a repeat of a previous encounter, she took off her suit jacket and tossed it across a chair. She didn’t do the dance this time around, as his eyes were pinned to her like a heat-seeking missle. Her hands deftly unbuttoned her top, revealing the pink lace bra in all it’s glory and she could have sworn she heard him growl. Smirking, she reached back to unzip her skirt, letting it fall to her feet where she kicked it away.

She stood, nearly naked before her man in nothing but a bit of pink lace, her heeled shoes and a smile.

Shane could hardly believe his luck, when he mentioned that they may well go hunting for a meal together. He knew how turned on that would make her, after all, some of their best moments were whilst dining on a blood doll. He did mention something about a red bow, but when Carmen locked the door, and then started to do a little strip tease, that revealed that naughty pink number; lacey bra and panties, Shane’s lips curled upward into a smile that showed off his elongated fangs, that always descended when he was on the prowl. Carmen was quite a woman. Brilliant, sexy and above all his. She stood there, like one of those Victoria secret models and he half thought she would have wings appear out of her back. By the light of the pale moon, Shane turned off the main light, and then stalked her as she stood with such an elegant pose. Reaching her, he gazed down at her lace covered mounds, and then his hands reached for both, cupping them as he then focused his gaze into her eyes.

“Fuck…you’re beautiful.” Not exactly romantic words, but the way he said it with a gravely voice, husky with want, she would know exactly what he was thinking. Shane bent his head down and started to kiss her bare shoulder, raking his fangs across her skin.

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He stalked toward her, practically towering over her, his power a tangible thing within the confines of the office they were locked in. It made her feel desired. His hands reached out, cupping her breasts through her bra and she inhaled deeply, his scent surrounding her in a haze of lust.

“Fuck…you’re beautiful.” he groaned in a deep voice. For him, that was a term of endearment, one she was all too familiar with and it gave her a thrill every time he said it.

“All for you, baby.” she moaned as he bent down to kiss her bare shoulder, his fangs racking across her skin and making her shiver.

She groaned at the feelings this caused to snake through her body and as he nibbled across her soft skin, her hands were not idle as she undid the buttons on his shirt. Once they were open, she ran her hands along his exposed skin. As he was occupied with her neck and shoulders, she leaned in and paid homage to his own neck, tasting his skin and inhaling his scent.

It was always this way for the two of them. Some would think they had one of the most unconventional relationships ever known…but for the two of them, it worked.

She shoved his shirt from his body and went to work on removing his belt from his pants, tossing it across the room a moment later as she whipped it from the loops. With practiced ease, she had his pants unbuttoned and unzipped and her hand was diving for his silken hardness she could feel straining against her leg.

“Oh yes…this is all mine.” she moaned as she stroked him to full hardness in her hands.

In the iridescent glow of the moonlight, and their own auras, the pair were once again intoxicated by the other’s scent and flesh. To some this may seem candid and even dirty, the way he spoke to her, and handled her so roughly. But truth be told, this was their own mating dance. He may have offered cheesy lines on entry, but now he was not pulling punches. His snake like tongue slithered across her supple flesh, tasting that salty flavor that hid beneath it her life giving blood. Always causing his arousal, which she captured with skilled hands, once she removed his pants and shirt. Carmen was keen to get him in a state of undress, and he let her; while he enjoyed teasing her, slipping off one bra strap at a time, then reaching around to unhook her bra, and pulling it off with a gentleness. He was holding back of course. Why rush unwrapping such a beautiful gift?

As she worked his stiffness with her slender digits, he ran both his hands down to the base of her back, then brought his face down between her breasts, before his lips kissed their way to her right mound, and he murmured as he started to tease and lick at her pink nub.

“Mhmmm…only you know how to work a man this hard, baby.” He rolled his hips forward to encourage her, spur her on, as he growled upon the taut flesh of her bosom. “Forget Chinese…I’m eating you.” That said he hungrily went up a notch and took to her with a renewed vigor, sucking at her breast, teeth about to penetrate, as the lust turned his eyes a brilliant shade of red.

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“Mhmmm…only you know how to work a man this hard, baby.” he groaned, rolling his hips beneath her hand.

“Shane.” she mewled like the hungry predator she was, her own eyes glazed with lust for her mate.

“Forget Chinese…I’m eating you.” he groaned as he pulled her breast deeper into her mouth. She felt the tips of his fangs pressed against her skin and she tossed her head back with delight, her own fangs shining in the moonlight.

“Yes!” she hissed, her voice echoing with the power of the lustful vampire goddess within her. Her hands released his hardness to press his head against her body, encouraging him with her actions to take what she offered, with her blessing. Her body was his temple and she wanted him to worship it in any way he desired. The thin slip of lace covering her womanly folds was damp with her essence, she was turned on so much by this man.

It always amazed her how hot he made her. She enjoyed his attentions, his lust, his needs for her body, her soul. Not caring if anyone heard her, she cried out her desire as his fangs finally pierced her flesh. Her whole body writhed within his arms as he drank from her, the ache between her legs becoming nearly unbearable.

She felt as if she could orgasm from his feeding from her alone.

“Oh fuck me!” she moaned as her body gave up the fight. She creamed, soaking her panties in her juices as he took her blood from her breast. She had never been more turned on, more horny in her life…and in death. “Oh fuck, Shane! Mmm!” she cried out once again as a second wave of passion flared through her.

It had never been like this before, never this powerful or this quick. This was something new between them and it was heady.

Her voice was rich and throaty. So full of lust and want that Shane himself unable to hold back, the Vampire within him charging to the fore. Already he could feel the slickness of her inner folds, that had dampened her lacy briefs to the point they were saturated. This only made it easier for him, to slide his engorged shaft between them, glistening the head that was soon to penetrate her, just like his fangs had pierced her milky breast. Shane growled loudly, though she could hear the sucking of her blood that oozed out of the puncture marks now inflicted into her rounded flesh. Almost animal like, his claws gripped her back, so she could dare not escape, but by the sounds of things, Carmen had no plans too. Her body reacted like never before, as she came with force, and cried out for more as she was ready to ride the second wave of their feasting fuck. He pulled back his head, and you could see the stain of her blood as it ran down his chin. His teeth painted crimson as he stared at her with renewed lust. His claw reached down and tore free the pink lace panties, which simply dropped to the floor, and before Carmen could blink, he turned her round, so her hands would be splayed on the desk, right near the red roses as Shane would move in behind her, using one hand to grab her by her left breast.

His free hand slapped her buttock cheek hard, before he aggressively pushed his head between her ass cheeks, and started to rub himself with the lacquer of her own sex upon him. Grunting loudly, he couldn’t hold back, and hunched over her, as he pushed himself within her soaking jewel. Shane started to rut her hard, all the while trying to bite onto the back of her neck, in a frenzied display of ownership.

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Hard to believe that wasn’t but a few short moments ago.

He pressed in behind her, grabbing her left breast as he smacked her hard on her ass. She yelped in shock, a fierce wave of lust over his actions nearly buckling her knees. She felt the head of his cock pressing against her, rubbing her and making her moan with renewed lust. He grunted and pushed himself hard into her waiting wetness, her body sucking greedily at his hardness.

She cried out and jerked back against him as he pounded her hard and fast. It was what she wanted, what she needed and she didn’t hold back her cries of ecstasy as she felt his fangs sink into the back of her neck.

She belonged to him, and he to her. Her body was his to use as he saw fit, her submissiveness was his nectar and she submitted to him totally and completely in that very moment.

Her body was one massive wave of need as he rolled within her. She brought her leg up, resting her knee on the desk and made a squeak as this pressed him so deep within her womanly folds that she felt as if he were drilling into her brain.

“Yes!” she cried out as her third orgasm in less than 15 minutes rolled through her body.

One thing, that turned Shane on above all other things, was hearing and feeling his woman reach her orgasms. In a sense it showed to him that he was more than capable as her lover, to give her the feeling of belonging. She took his rough actions well, and rode beneath him, even bringing her leg up so she could feel him so deep within her, that she would be screaming his name on her third orgasm. But if you think he was going to just stop there, she was sorely mistaken. Cradling her, he pulled out and then turned her over onto her back. The rose petals now scattering beneath her in a vision that words could not describe. She was simply beautiful, captivating and worthy of further attentions. Though he had yet to experience the full climax, he wanted to make her cum again, and once and for all cement his place as her dominant lover.

Parting her legs, as she would lay panting on the desk, he slowed everything right down. Grinning, he moved to run his fangs over her swollen clit, as his tongue flitted in and out, snaking inside and tasting her sex. This had him close his eyes, and concentrate on her delicious taste. Bringing his arms up either side, he locked them around her thighs, and began to tongue fuck her slowly, every few breaths he would growl into her, his voice vibrating against her sensitive flesh. Shane’s tongue muscle worked harder and harder as he felt her inner walls close around his tongue. He swallowed her nectar, much like a man dying of thirst.

Shane was doing all this for her….the true love of his life.

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She was about to demand he finish the job when he did something she least expected. He parted her legs and his head disappeared from her line of sight. Her head fell back to the desk with a thunk when she felt his teeth run over her swollen clit and she cried out when his tongue entered her body, snaking in deep to feast upon her nectar.

His arms went around her thighs, locking her in place so she couldn’t move, couldn’t get away from his ministrations as he worked his tongue in and out of her body. He growled against her skin, sending shockwaves through her. Her head rolled from side to side, her back arched and pressing him deeper. She clenched around his slippery tongue, not knowing if she wanted to move away from his mouth or press herself closer.

“Ahh!!” she shouted as another orgasm rolled over her, making her whole body almost levitate from the desk and leaving her shaky and weak like a newborn kitten. He was dominating her in a way he’d never had before and she had never felt more claimed then she did in that moment.

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Carmen cried out as the fourth and final orgasmic wave hit her, and as it did, he locked on, and sucked hard, his lips pressed hard up to her jewel. He made sure he got ever last drop of her as she was left shaking and weak upon the desk. Slowly he released his hold on her, and withdrew back, with his chin and lips glistening in her sex. Seeing her like this, laying on the desk totally spent, he couldn’t help but chuckle to himself.

“You’re going to remember this, every time you pull up that chair.”

It was almost comical, and then Shane winked, as he got his clothes and started to dress himself. He had a sense of accomplishment, that was worth more to him, than an orgasm. He then sat down in her office chair, and reached for the phone, dialing the number of his favorite Chinese restaurant.

“Wan? Shane Williamson. Yes…can I order numbers 15 and 37…oh and a number 9. Yes, and if you could have it delivered to the Police station, Carmen’s office. Thanks.” He then hung up and then turned the chair to look out at the beautiful full moon. It was a night to remember.

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The Dixie Diaries

When it rains

The number 33 bus pulled up just up the road from the tattoo shop, where Tito was leaning against the door frame, enjoying a cigarette as the night’s trade drew to a close. He had been run off his feet all day, and now he was able to enjoy this simple moment, as he stared out at the rain as it fell heavily onto the street. The bus’s brakes whined and whistled, before the doors opened to reveal the passengers to get off, one of which was a very bedraggled and heavily pregnant Dixie. She was carrying a right load; her art school bag, plus groceries and her hand bag. All looked to be weighing her down. Her black locks were plastered to her head, for she obviously got caught up in the downpour before making it onto the bus. Tito looked totally surprised to see her like this. He was about to call out, but the bus engine roared as it pulled out from the curb, and Dixie vanished down the alley beside the shop, to head to where she did at the garage at the back.

“Hey Dixie…Hey.” Tito sung out, but she mustn’t have been able to hear him, due to the heavy sound the rain made as it continued to pour. Flicking his cigarette out the doorway, he fumbled to get his keys out his pocket and quickly locked the front door to the tattoo shop and then ran around the corner, to see where Dixie ended up. She at this point was struggling with her bags, and trying to unlock the garage door. Splashing through the puddles, that now lined the driveway, Tito finally caught her up, only to give her a fright when he placed his hand on her wet shoulder.

~Gasp~ “Tito…you scared me.”

“Dixie…whatta you doin’ out in this rain? Come let me help you.” Tito took the keys from her hand and then unlocked the garage door, before reaching for some of her grocery bags and helping her inside. The garage really hadn’t changed much in the past few weeks. Still a real guy’s place, the only thing noticeable was the art work that lined the walls near the bed. They were pictures of Dem. Taken from her memories and then drawn from the heart. It was probably the only thing that kept her sane.

Tito took the wet groceries bags to the bench in the small kitchenette, but kept looking back at Dixie, who had set down her art bags and looked forlorn that they had gotten so drenched.

“I knew I shouldn’t have taken so long in town….now everything is wet.” Dixie said with a sad tone to her voice. Peeling back the leather satchel, sure enough her art books were damaged. She pulled them out one by one, and you could hear the audible sigh as she slapped them onto the small table. Dixie even held up the now empty bag, and you could see the small trickle of water that was coming from it.

In the small kitchenette, Tito was going through Dixie’s wet ingredients, seeing what was salvageable and most of it was, though she had bought some strange things, like pickles and ice cream. Must be that pregnancy kick where women like to eat certain foods. By looking at what she had already in the small pantry and the latest ingredients, Tito couldn’t see how she was going to get a decent feed from it. This started to concern him, as he glanced over and saw her slender frame, with the baby bulge that stuck out predominantly. Was she even taking care of herself? There was no one there to do it for her, and this had Tito worried. Pursing his lips as he put away the wet shopping bags, he said.

“Dixie…go have a shower, huh? I look after dinner. You …need to eat proper food, like my Mumma makes. Is good for you…good for baby. Go on…you dripping on the floor and catcha cold.” Tito actually sounded like a mother hen, or even a bit like his own mother. A frightening thought, but at least Dixie listened. She was starting to get a chill from being wet for so long.

“Tito…don’t you need to close the shop?”

“Eh…I lock the door, no one can get in. I can turn off da lights when I go home. But you…you need to shower and get warm.” He pointed at her bathroom, and had a stern look on his face, like he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. Dixie held both hands up in surrender, and padded towards the bathroom, picking up a towel on the rail near the door. Tito had something of a half smile of victory as she closed the door, and you could hear the tell tale signs that she had turned on the shower and was doing as she was told. Tito always had a soft spot for Dixie and truth be told, he watched her every night as she got off that bus from town, where she had her art classes and caught up with her friends from the Death Club.

Thinking on his feet, he pulled out his cellphone and rang the local Italian pizza pasta take out store, and put an order in to have delivered to the garage. Probably not the best food to be giving a pregnant girl, but he thought it was a lot better than pickles and ice cream. Looking over at the table where her wet drawing books were, and her bag, Tito went over and attempted to clean it up. One was hanging up her bag on a wire that was used sometimes for clothes inside, and then the books, well, they were beyond saving. Tito knew she would have to get new ones, which was a shame for all the drawings that were ruined.

Shower

Dixie simply leaned against the tiled wall, letting the hot spray hit her and roll down her body in a torrent. Her belly was swollen with the tiny baby within kicking up a fuss, like it usually did this time of night. Dixie was still incredibly active, or tried to be, to keep herself from worrying about Dem, but she simply couldn’t help it. Her friends kept reassuring her that he would be fine, and come back safe and sound to her. Dixie also knew about these people that had taken Mia, and that they would not give her back without a fight. As much as she wanted her best friend back, the cost of this rescue was putting many people’s lives in danger. To Dixie, it just wasn’t fair.

Night after night she came home to an empty garage, and an empty bed. The only thing she had was Dem’s pillow, that held his scent, and she cradled it every night to her. Closing her eyes and just inhaling the scent, imagining he was there laying beside her. Dixie often cried through the night or sat up and drew his picture as her way of dealing with the loneliness and separation from her soul mate.

Absently, Dixie washed herself and then her hair. Going through the motions, like she was almost a zombie. The only thing that jerked her back to reality was the baby kicking again. Clearly, the baby was hungry, and in fact so was she. Turning off the taps, she stepped out of the shower and patted herself dry, rubbing her hair with the towel, and then putting on one of Dem’s large shirts and her briefs. She was nice and clean, warm and dry.

Opening the bathroom door, she could suddenly smell the wonderful aroma of pizza and pasta. There was salad and a garlic bread, as well as juice and a big bottle of water, all set up on the small dining table that Dem and Dixie use. Tito was already seated and tucking a napkin into his collar.

“Tito…what is all this?”

“This….is real good and healthy food. Now come sit and enjoy!” Tito said, waving his hand across the fare and laughing. Maybe it was cause Dixie’s eyes were about to fall out of her head. “I haven’t seen a spread this good of italian food since I was in St Kilda.” You could hear the change in Dixie’s voice as she waddled over and pulled out a chair, holding her pregnant belly. Tito smirked and then pointed a fork towards her belly. “Let me guessa….baby been a kicking and is a hungry?’Dixie was shocked since, he was right. “How did you know that?” This only brought more laughter from Tito. “My Mumma…she tella me I do that to her, and that she thought I would be a great football a player. I was very good kicker in her ribs!”

Tito poured Dixie a glass of water and then held up his glass to hers.

“To the beautiful Dixie and her bambino. May they be a happy and a healthy.”

Dixie took up her glass of water and tapped it to his, as the sweet red candle on the table shone its light on both of them. This was probably the best meal Dixie had had in forever, and something she sorely needed. It was just nice to be taken care again. This was something Dem would have done had he been there.

The very first bite from her Fettuccine Mona Lisa, which was sun dried tomatoes, bacon, pine nuts and spinach all tossed in a tomato sauce, had her practically have a mouth orgasm. She closed her eyes, and you could see the pleasure written all over her face. To see Dixie happy again, only warmed Tito’s heart and he then decided to mention that they had gelato ice cream for afterwards.

“You shouldn’t have.” Dixie said, starting to get emotional at all of this. The food and the company. Maybe her hormones were out of whack, but she had to take her napkin to dab her eyes. Tito got up from his chair, and then pulled her to standing, enveloping the young Aussie in a hug, as she couldn’t help but cry happy tears.

But it was as he held her, he kissed the top of her head, and you could see a look on his face….one that she couldn’t see. He wasn’t just doing this because he was her friend. He was doing this…because as he watched her, day after day…he found himself becoming more and more entranced by her. Now here he was holding her in his arms. And he had made her smile and cry.

Tito wanted to do so much more…..

“It be..okay my Dixie….I have you safe now.” He whispered softly.

<3>

He pulled out her chair to seat her before he whispered in her ear.

“I invited a few guests.” he winked as he took his seat beside her.

“A few, love? It looks like the entire household.” she smiled. “But I love you for allowing them to share our day. How did you plan all this without me knowing? I’m impressed.” She could not be sad today. He had done something that made her love him more deeply then ever. It may not been the family she was used to, but these people were now her family as well and she would defend them and love them as her own.

As table after table had cooked meat platters, bowls of steaming vegetables, and countless jugs of wines and beers placed down before eager hands, the Count could only take up Elvira’s hand and kissed it tenderly, as the candlelight reflected off her beautiful face. Chatter from the tables grew, and the happy laughter of so many warmed the Count’s heart. It didn’t matter that the Manor, their home currently was in darkness and silent, for here…here was the very heart of his estate. The people that maintain it, and their Mistress.

Many stood, one after the other and said their congratulatory speeches, of thanks and good wishes to the happy couple, others told tales of Virgo in his days leading up to this event. How they marveled at his ability to keep all this a secret from his beloved, for clearly, her surprised expression told much of how successful this was.

At the sound of the cello playing, Virgo reached for Elvira’s hand, and asked.

“Would you honor me this dance?”

If she did, he would lead her out onto the dance floor, to do the bridal waltz. Their first dance as a married couple. The floor around them was surrounded by the guests, who all applauded this perfect moment.

<3>

As the song changed to one that was much slower, Virgo drew Elvira closer to him, as many watched on. Such a handsome couple they made. Elvira’s gratitude for all he had done, made him beam with pride, his cheeks even flushed slightly. And why shouldn’t he be proud…for the woman in his arms gave him all the reason to be.

Another song change, and Virgo leads Elvira over to the large cake, and chuckles as he attempts to carve her a slice. He isn’t really good at this sort of thing, and makes a bit of a mess of it on the small plate, but then daintily picks up a spork, and tries to feed her a large hunk, wrinkling up his nose as he does so.

“Open wide, my blushing bride.”

<3>

After another song change, it was announced that it was time for bride and groom to cut their wedding cake. Virgo lead Elvira to the 12-tiered beautiful cake and together they made the first cut, Virgo laughing as he bungled it slightly. His laugh was infectious and she soon joined in as they get the slice, messily to a small plate. He stabbed a large piece and held it to her lips, wrinkling his nose as he did so.

“Open wide, my blushing bride.” he grinned. She giggled and opened, suddenly thinking of other things she could be doing with her mouth right then and her face flushed with desire. The piece of cake went into her mouth, making a mess of her nose and lips as she did so as their friends and family laughed and applauded. She pressed her hands to his cheeks and kissed him, sharing the mess with him to the amusement of those who were watching.

After they cleaned up, they left the rest of the cutting and serving to the staff on hand, returning to their seats at the table and took turns feeding each other bits of cake, in between whispering words of love in each other’s ears and long passionate kisses between them.

Sally watched the two of them from her place at Gerald’s side and smiled. Gerald wrapped an arm around her waist, pressing close to her from behind.

“What are you thinking about, love?” he whispered, pressing a kiss to her cheek. She looked over her shoulder at her mate.

“How the two of them fought to have this for so long. If two such beings deserve happiness, it’s Virgo and Elvira.” Sally smiled. Gerald made a sound of agreement as they watched their charges, who only had eyes for each other.

To Virgo, there was no other being on the face of the earth, when sitting opposite his new bride, who continued to feed him cake as their guests continued to enjoy the frivolity of dancing and eating the sumptuous fare. The cake was a resounding success, and many lined up for a slice of what could best be described as heaven.

Virgo ate each piece of cake that Elvira fed him, and then they shared a sweet kiss, that mixed the sweetness of the cake with their own lips. The Count had behaved right up to this moment, but he could not help his wandering hand under the table, that could not be seen by the guests. Lovingly stroking her inner thigh, having found its way through the many layers of her gown. His smile was infectious, each time they pulled apart and broke a kiss. The night had so far been a dazzling affair, with the air filled with the raised voices of the guests, the delightful strains of music, and the chatter of children, that had found refuge under many a table, playing silly games. This was exactly the type of wedding that Virgo had wanted to give his bride. A sense of family, normality in a crazy world. They had been to hell and back, literally, but were now blessed with the joy that lay within Elvira’s belly. As always the Count was fiercely devoted and loyal to a fault. No one would dare approach them as he held her in his gaze. All this had been for her. A showing of his love for his soul mate.

“May we never forget this day, my heart.” Virgo said, nuzzling her neck now, keen to take her away and complete this eve with their lovemaking.

<3>

Sharing another kiss with her mate, she drew back and stared out at their family. There were children running around and laughing, males and their mates dancing on the floor and enjoying a bit of romance themselves. She watched with an amused smile as Sally dragged Gerald off into the trees.

Virgo nuzzled her neck and she returned her attention back to him.

“May we never forget this day, my heart.”

“I will never forget this day. This has been simply…amazing.” she smiled, brushing her fingers through his hair. She stiffened suddenly, her eyes going wide. “Oh!” she gasped. She waited for Virgo to raise his head from her neck, a questioning look in his eyes. Instead of replying, she took his hand and pressed it to her stomach, waiting. If he was patient, he would feel a tiny kick as the babies acknowledged their father’s presence. She looked up at Virgo with a grin. “Did you feel that?” she giggled.

Virgo growled with pleasure and delight as his beautiful bride raked her fingers through his hair, which till now had been immaculate. He enjoyed the sensual pleasure of her touch and was encouraged by this, thinking of what was coming. He even wet his lips in anticipation, oh the wolf he was. But suddenly, Elvira stiffened and this made Virgo stop nuzzling, as she let out a surprised gasp. Not exactly the reaction he was hoping for, and he pulled back wondering what it could have been that startled her. The answer was not so much in words, but instead taking his hand and placing it upon her silk covered belly. Virgo held still though his ears were twitching (lol) and then he felt it himself. The tinniest flutter, then it grew to something with a bit more power. A kick. There…and another. Virgo’s eyes filled with wonder and joy, his mouth agape. So much so he could catch flies.

“Did you feel that?” His blushing bride asked with a giggle to her voice.

“That wasn’t the cake kicking back, was it?” Such a silly question. Course, he guessed it was the babies, but this was the first time he had felt a mate that actually carried them.

“You’re not going to go in labour now are you?” Poor Virgo suddenly wondered if her waters would break before their extended family. Oh what a mess that would be.

<3>

Virgo’s face was a mix of emotions, at first he was clouded with the fear that his new bride may break her waters right then and there. Course she still had a while to go, and she gently explained to him that they were not about to become parents, right at that moment. Virgo let out a sigh of relief, for he truly had started to work himself into a state.

When Elvira moved from her chair, then eased herself into his lap, Virgo was quick to wrap his arms around her. Everything about her radiated a beauty few could compare too. His loyalty and admiration shone in his eyes, as he made that certain sound deep from his throat. Much like that of a proud wolf, well he was. The girl of his dreams was now his, and blessed with his child. The right side of his lips curled up, as he felt her brush the shell of his ear with her soft lips, as she said she wanted to be alone with her husband, and had no clue where he was. This only made the bulge in his pants harden and she was sure to feel it press against her.

“Right here..” he growled back, but in a low tone so the guests could not hear him. Elvria started to tease him in that minx like way of hers, and he was now having trouble containing his urges. His pupils darkened, as he nuzzled the side of her cheek.

“Did you have a destination in mind for our honeymoon, my love?”

He did actually. A small wood cabin that backed onto a moonlit lake, only a few miles up the road by carriage. Graciously, he swept her into his arms in a lift that would have all the guests gasp and applaud as he announced.

“My friends, pack members and children. Tis time I take my beautiful bride to our honeymoon. Please, continue to enjoy the music and food, and we shall return to the Estate in a week.”

All rose to their feet and applauded, as Virgo carried his bride to a waiting carriage outside, where the footman opened the door and he placed his bride inside. Climbing in after her, the door was closed, and this was the first chance the newly weds had to be alone. The carriage started off, but not before the Count was already pulling his beloved Elvira onto his lap, kissing her hungrily, as the carriage rolled along the country road.

<3>

The hidden truth, the real face of Shane Williamson, was one that he had kept hidden from view all this time. Caught off guard by his beloved, and her sudden desire to woo him into revealing himself, had an affect that even he did not foresee. The press of her fangs into her vein brought a cry from his lips, and he could feel himself losing to the terrible demon below.

“Love…you aren’t ready…for this.” His words said in a staggered way, as though fighting for breath, as she sealed the puncture wounds in his neck. His head tilted back, and his mouth fell open, as he started to shudder violently, his eyelids flickering and showing rapid eye movement. Carmen didn’t stop, taking off her bra and then taking his hands to place on her breasts. He started to squeeze and grope in a brutish way, as his eyes snapped open, and he actually started to rise from the chair. The true vampire was coming out, and his clothes tore from his body, as great wings unfurled behind him. His face elongated and he held Carmen upon him, their bodies locked together almost His eyes were blood red, and a twisted smile appeared on his lips.

He was much larger now, and he held her easily, as his powerful jaws locked down on her neck, his thirst and hunger for her becoming animalisitic, as he forced her to bounce upon him with one hand, yet drinking her blood voraciously. Shane had become inhuman, and his wings beat powerfully, flying her into the nearest wall, where he continued with gusto. Feeding from her while fucking her violently. It was a dangrrous combination, and could not easily be stopped. The vampire drew his head from her neck, and then latched right onto one of her breasts, nearly tearing at it. Would she be able to cope?

<3>

“No…you couldn’t have.” she stated with conviction. The next words she spoke, came deep from her heart and expressed her love for him in a way an “I love you.” could never manage. “I…trust…you.” she stated slowly, her eyes bright with the love she felt for him. She pressed a hand to his chest, right over the spot his heart would have been beating if they were living creatures. “You are not a monster. You are the man I love with my whole heart and soul. You could never hurt me. I…trust…you.” she repeated, pressing her lips to his in a kiss so tender, it would have made a strong man cry.

She pulled back from him once more. “I trust you.” she repeated a third time, pressing his forehead to her chest as she gave him the comfort of her body.

They stayed that way for some time as she allowed him to try and get control of his rampant emotions. His mind was in turmoil but she remained silent and gave him all the support she could give him as he tried to come to terms with everything.

When she felt he was ready, she eased back. “Ready to go home? We could both use a shower and a rest. I’ll stay with you, if you’d like?” she asked. Though they lived in the same house, they were still sleeping in seperate rooms. “We can go out the back way. No one would see us.” she suggested, pointing at her torn clothing. She did have a spare set of clothes hanging on the back of the door, but didn’t feel like changing. She just wanted to get Shane back to their home for some rest and comfort.

“Sweetheart, are you sure? You just had a shock.” she whispered. His hands fell to the desk behind him, propping him up and he arched his back.

“Please, love.” he stated once more, a plea. She couldn’t ignore him, not now when he was still feeling so much. She nodded, knowing she needed him as much as he needed her. But she was going to do this right. She reached out and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, sliding the material down his arms until it pooled around his wrists. His bare chest was exposed to the air and she watched his nipples pebble and harden beneath her gaze. She leaned forward, brushing her lips across his collarbone before trailing downward to suckle at a nipple, biting gently with her teeth. She blew air across the little nubbin of flesh, causing a groan to ease past his lips. She ran her hands along the hard planes and muscles of his stomach and chest as she stepped between his spread legs. She tilted his head to the side and leaned in to sniff at his masculine scent. “I love you.” she whispered, just before she sank her fangs into the thick vein at his neck. His blood, now suffused with her own, flowed into her mouth and she moaned at the taste of him. “Forever and always, love.” her mind brushed across his own as she drew his blood into her mouth. She felt his arms wrap around her once more as she took her fill of him.

<3>

Neither of them knew that Amelia had returned to wakefullness and was covering her face in embarassment. They were two people caught up in their own desires for each other, reaffirming their love in the face of ever-increasing darkness of the upcoming battle.

The mind link between Shane and Carmen, was so strong, there was no need for words. Their bodies merely acted out the wishes of their minds, and Shane glanced down as Carmen took his hands, and cupped them to her breasts. A look of hunger crept into his eyes, and without warning, tore away at the soft material that covered her rounded globes. Expertly unhooking her bra, and tearing that off her shoulders, the frantic pace got worse, as he swept all the ornaments and trinkets, files off his desk, and picked up Carmen by the waist, then laying her down upon the desk top. Her hair splayed out around her face, made her look hauntingly beautiful, as he released himself from his pants, the trousers sliding down to just below his knee. Now he couldn’t stop himself, throwing her legs up over his shoulder, and positioning himself, his finger hooked into her panties, and tore them aside, in a jerking movement, that would tease her ripe lips. One hand free, he brought it down on her right bosom, and then thrust himself into her without a word said.

“I’m here…always…fucking…HERE! Inside you…feeling you…wanting you…feeding you…loving you!” he said in the mind link, while grunting audibly. She would feel his balls slamming against her back door, while he filled her up with his engorged shaft, pumping her vigorously with her juices, making for a hot friction. Shane’s shirt was unbuttoned, and she could see his full maleness in its prime. “Fuck I love you!”

<3>

But up top, things had heated up so much, that Carmen had laid herself out for Shane in a manner that made it even easier to hold her down. He stared down at her, his lips parted enough, as a drop of blood seemed to just hang from his bottom lip. His fangs discolored with her blood. She was bewitching to watch, as she writhed and arched her spine, gripping the table and then helping herself to her own flesh and pushed her fingers deep between her folds, only increasing the stimulation, and this set Shane off again. To see his woman pleasure herself as he ploughed her hard, gave him the extra push to reach the orgasmic finish line with her. No sooner had she screamed “Oh fuck!” Shane was right behind her, repeating the same words “Take it, Girl..Take it all!” Her clamping down on his thrusting cock was the pinnacle, and he gripped her breasts with both hands, using them to lever him in, the last few thrusts. Hard enough that they were skin to skin, smacking hard, then he started to release in hard blasts, jets of white coating her insides, as she stiffened and rode out her climax. His balls tightened, and he brought himself down to her breasts, one at the time hungrily tugging at them, licking and flicking the nubs, as she milked him dry, and had no energy left. Shane remained within her, his hands pinning hers down her legs still around him, but they remained fused together in the afterglow of their tryst.

<3>

“We really should try this in a bed sometime.” she murmured in amusement. He huffed out what sounded like a laugh against her chest and she started to giggle. She eased her hands from his lax grip and ran her fingers through his hair.

“Ready to take on the world, babe?” she wondered. His head came up and he gave her a tentative smile and a nod. “Do you think we should let Amelia come out from under the desk now?” she smirked. She had caught a glimpse of the young witch’s foot as she had dived beneath the desk before passion fogged her mind. She wasn’t embarassed over the fact that they had an audience. She was just sorry Amelia was subjected to their mutual lust.

“Please….don’t ever leave me lying unconscious in a room with those two ever again.” Amelia said with a whine to her voice. “I think I am going to need intense therapy.” Her sad face nodded.

<3>

Having helped Shane and Carmen to some extent, even though they had yet to emerge from the den of Sin, Amelia climbed down off the table, and set down the now crumpled teddy bear. She knew that she had already stayed out longer than she should have, and decided that she really should get back to Rodger’s and order dinner, like she had been told too. She was after all, Rodger’s girl, and had gotten all she could out of the teddy bear, in relation to Vincent, and Bridgette.

“I’ll just….show myself out.” Amelia said quietly, then nimbly picked up her bag near the door, and stepped outside, getting out her cell phone and calling for a taxi.

About ten minutes later, a yellow taxi pulls up, and she hops inside, praying that Rodger was still out working on that issue with Jennifer. As the cab pulled away, she huddled in the back seat, wondering if Shane and Carmen even noticed she was gone.

Probably not.

<3>

(thread change, Rodger’s house.)

“Well…we’re alone again, sexy. What shall we do?” she grinned, clenching around the semi-hard length still resting within her folds. She loved this man with everything that she was and would kill anyone who tried to seperate them.

She could still see some semblence of worry behind his eyes and she kissed him warmly.

“Stop worrying so much, Shane.” she murmured. “We will get through this and I will do everything I can to help you get her back. All right?”

The battle drums could now be heard, for all men to prepare to leave their homes, and take up with the army of the Casterly to gather on mass in Vaas plains, to be ready to defend the homeland against the Evil hordes that would attempt to cross the borders on their march for Haven Castle. Already there would be families now being torn apart, wives and mothers, children weeping as their loved ones don their armour and collect their swords and bows. This was happening right across the Kingdom, and not just in Haven Castle. But it is here, that men must make choices, and one such man was Ira. He handed the scroll to Metia, who was now the Sovereign, while the King was away in battle.

“My Queen, I leave you Rashna to protect you and your child. She is a Throne of God and in her own right one with great power should she chose to wield it. The death of my Brother, Orion; has made me realize that I cannot stand idly by and watch my Brother go to fight a war in his name. So, I am to join them in this quest. May God’s light shine upon you both. And if I do not return…it was a pleasure to have met you both.”

The Throne turned to Rashna, who was shaking her head, imploring him not to go. She ran to him and took his hand, bringing it to her lips. “I can’t lose you too. Please..!” Rashna begged. Ira looked down at her fondly, and then stroked her cheek. “Have a little faith in me, Sister. Even if it is only in your dreams, I will see you again. Take care of the Royals. Please. Do this for me.” Ira withdrew his hand from her hold, and headed off after his brother, Henry, to prepare for his place in the Angel army.

Royal Courtyard

Klaus was panicky. He could see the swell in numbers as Knights were getting their horses ready, and the beating of war drums to signal all to join the cause. Sirus finally exited the building with a stern expression, and he was then approached by one of the King’s squires. “You need to wear the right armor, Sir.” Thinking that Sirus was a Knight of the realm. Klaus was mouthing “No” to the young Prince, but Sirus knew that there was no way out of this. He resigned himself to the fact he was now part of this war…without knowing who or why. “Show me where I might be fitted.” Sirus asked, as the squire bowed and gestured to to the stores. “This way, Sir.” Klaus wrung his hands, and followed along behind. Sirus piped up. “Better get a kit for my squire, he is coming with me.” You could see the blood drain from Klaus’s face as he heard this. “Help..” he whispered…knowing no one would save him now.

Sir Wayne and Sir Reginald were already down with their horses, and the stable hands were helping get the horses ready, as Sir Wayne raised his head to hear the pounding of war drums. This was not to be an ordinary war, but the very fight of good against evil. What was pleasing to see, was the many Knights and soldiers that were arriving on mass. A sea of men, armed to the teeth. Those that had fought in the last war, now rising to take up their swords in the name of the King. It was a certainty that many would not return, and give their ultimate sacrifice in the name of the King. Sir Wayne had never been more proud, than to see King Henry declare he would ride alongside his men, and fight on the front lines. It was a show of solidarity, and good leadership.

Sir Reginald came up to Sir Wayne, and clapped his hand on his back. “Do you feel it too, Brother?” Course he meant the swell of pride and the feeling that God himself was there amongst them. Sir Wayne smiled back, and placed his hand on his brother’s arm. “God has not ever forsaken us….and yes I feel it. I feel her too.” Course he meant his late wife, Ambrosia. The sword in his sheath hummed, and this signaled she was with him. Sir Reginald smiled affectionately. “Though a human she may have been, I believe she is one of the great angels now.” Kinder words never before said, brought a tear of joy to Sir Wayne’s eyes. “Aye..indeed.”

The King emerged, dressed resplendently in his chain mail and armor, with the banner of Casterly upon his chest. His hair mostly obscured by the chain mail, but his crown worn proudly. Sight of him brought a rousing cheer from his men, and he took the reigns of his horse and mounted him, with the flag bearers standing either side of him. He looked majestic upon the horse, and every bit the King. Close behind him was Ira, who though not used to wearing the armor of a Knight, he did look the part, and was given a horse to ride, alongside his brother, Henry.

“My Knights, my country men….we ride for the battle fields. TO VICTORY!”

All raised their fists and cheered, as the army started to leave the courtyard and join up with others that were swarming across the lands, and making their way to the border, to protect its people.

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(Thread change – Vaas Plains)

A very long line of knights and their squires, soldiers of all shapes and sizes were now marching out from the castle grounds, and many others were joining in the procession. Coming out of the Castle stores, Sirus was now dressed as a Knight of the Casterly, and looked rather dashing. It suited him well, but of course, when the fitter noted his ears, he did raise a brow, to which Sirus simply said. “I have a bad habit of…tugging at my ears.”Klaus simply rolled his eyes and course his ears were the same. “Mine grow each time I fap.” Sirus socked him one, to which Klaus mocked being hurt. Klaus looked well, stuffed into his solider’s outfit, and kept tugging at the chainmail. “This must weigh one hundred pounds. My poor legs.” he exclaimed. Sirus uttered “Your poor horse.”

It was the moment to leave and the young fae Prince took up the reigns of his horse, when he noticed someone crying in a beautiful garden, just off to the left of the large gate that led to battle. Curious, Sirus walked his horse over, while Klaus had three servants trying to now lift the hefty soldier onto his mount.

Walking through the arch gate, it soon became clear who was crying…..Tempest.

“Well, this isn’t really a good time to say this…but I guess…uhm…what are you doing here? Aren’t you like…the enemy?”

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Sirus could hear her loud sobs from where he was standing. She filled in the blanks….sort of, and now at least Sirus had a clear picture of what was going on, though from the sounds of it, Tempest was one of the main causes. Could this have all steemed from her running away when she was told to marry by the King of Brax? If it was, then…he really felt for her. The guilt must have been overwhelming. The war drums were still sounding, and Sirus knew that he didn’t have much time, before he had to follow the rest of the army.

Tying off his horse, Sirus followed her over to the tree where she had her hand covering her mouth trying to supress her sobs, though she was doing a shocker job of it. Then he realized something. It was him outing her at his realm that made her flee back….

“Oh…wait a minute. This is my fault. If I hadn’t done you into my mother. Oh shit.” The Prince now felt the guilt hit him, and it showed on his face. “God, I am so sorry.” Now he knew..he had to fight for the Casterly. He moved to touch her, then dropped his hand to his side. He didn’t know what to do, she might strike at him. It was a mess.

“Guess…I better be going. It was nice…nearly knowing you, Princess.”

That said, he turned to go untie his horse.

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At those words, she turned to face him. “What? No! This isn’t your fault at all! This is all on me! You didn’t know this would happen!” she exclaimed. “My parents found me in the mountains after I left your kingdom. My mother’s reaction wasn’t the best and my father…I turned him away.” she bowed her head, taking some breaths to stave off more tears. “You didn’t know…no one knew…”

She didn’t know what else to say. She saw Sirus move his hand, as if he wanted to touch her but refrained from doing so. He turned back to his horse.

“Guess…I better be going. It was nice…nearly knowing you, Princess.”

“Sirus…” she called to him. If he turned back to her, he would see her staring at him, some unnamed emotion in her eyes. She walked toward him and stopped a few steps away. She pulled a red satin ribbon from her hair and reached out to tie it to the hilt of his sword at his side. “Stay safe, Sir Knight. My heart would break were something happen to you…and your mother may never forgive me for drawing you into my family’s problems.”

So saying, she leaned forward and pressed a small kiss to his cheek before moving around him to set about returning to her mother’s side. Her lips tingled where she had pressed them to his skin.

Tempest called out to him, and he looked back over his shoulder, while in the distance, you kept hearing the dull thud of Klaus falling off his mount, and swearing. Torn from wanting to laugh at Klaus and then seeing Tempest, just standing there, he turned around to face her, as she walked up to him and tied a red ribbon around the hilt of his blade.

“Stay safe, Sir Knight. My heart would break were something happen to you…and your mother may never forgive me for drawing you into my family’s problems.”

“I’m not really a Knight, you know. Just a fae Prince that can ride and swing a sword.” The Prince admitted, least he was honest about it. But then, she kissed his cheek, which left him feeling… well tingly.

Being Sirus, he went and did what…you would expect from the fae Prince.

“If I’m about to go die for the cause. I think a proper kiss is in order, Princess.” That said, he swept her into his arms, and kissed her….properly. Enough to take the very air out of her lungs. When he released her, he smiled crookedly and said.“You needed a good kiss.” Now he was ready to join the Knights of Casterly, and headed back with his horse, so he could help Klaus onto his….and they could join the other members of the army, go off to fight the Brax.

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It was the very first time a man other than her father had kissed her and it set her blood on fire in a whole new way.

When he released her, he smiled crookedly and said. “You needed a good kiss.”

She was dazed and confused, and when she pressed her hand to her lips, there were no tears…but her body was tingling all over. She watched him climb into the saddle and ride away.

Her knees gave out and she sat heavily onto the ground, staring after him as his form grew smaller and smaller the further he rode away.

“What just happened?” she murmured to herself. There were a whole new set of feelings running through her body and now she was worried for Sirus. “Please stay safe.” she whispered.

Sirus rode his horse towards where Klaus as he was still trying to get on his horse. His horse was not all that happy about it either. Klaus was packing an extra hundred pounds of armour. One of the stable hands snapped his fingers and went to find…another horse as the legs on poor Klaus’s horse gave way finally…defeated.

“Well that won’t do, Klaus. I am sure you don’t want to walk into battle.”

Klaus gave Sirus a “Oh ha ha ha” look, and then sighed outwardly, before then asking. “Where have you been anyway?’

“I kissed a girl….and I liked it.”

“Great…he kisses a girl and my ass kisses the ground…repeatedly.”

“Sad how that keeps happening to you.”

Just then the stable boy brings out a monster of a horse. A Clydesdale to be exact. It was simply enormous, but then again, so was Klaus.

“I’m going to need a step ladder.” and wouldn’t you know it, they had one. One step carefully at a time, he managed to swing his leg over the behemoth, and was at last ready to join the rest of the army.

Sirus glanced back at Tempest and then saluted, before kicking his horse to go, and the pair then galloped out of the castle gates.

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(Now…thread change. <3)

-As Ryo stood in front of the thrones,he could not help feeling awkward as they spoke about their family matters. He listened to all of them as they spoke, and began to feel a little more at ease as they started speaking of war.-

The King: “He then unsheathed his Angel sword, that glowered brightly, radiating the power of Christ, and his guiding light.”

Ira: “The war has begun. Intelligence reports, have indicated mass movement within the Night lands. A grand army under the control of King Brandon himself. Orc, Vampires, dark elves, goblins, trolls. Hundreds of thousands have started their march, Brother. There is no time to lose now. We must prepare now….or face most certain defeat.”

-His skin crawled as Ryo heard the man speak. He pulled his hood over his head a little more as he stepped over to the side of the room against the wall. He stood there as they began to walk out, so he looked for a place to sit down and walked over to it. He knew that he should not leave, they could think that he was a spy sent by this King Brandon. He sat and watched over the room, quietly taking a sip from his flask.-

Selene watched as her daughter rejected to sit with her and storm off yet again. Her lips tightened as she fought for composure. It seemed all Tempest was good at these days was throwing tantrums and storming off. Hadn’t that been her husband’s downfall to begin with? But the princess said nothing as her daughter left the throne room. She too had left Joffrey…but she had done it to seek council, not act like a spoiled child. Selene was realizing she was losing control of Tempest, and there was just nothing she could do about it. Tempest did what she wanted and didn’t always take others into consideration before acting. Turning to look at her mother as Metia also observed Tempest’s behavior, she blushed with embarrassment at her daughter’s actions and sighed “No, it isn’t. She certainly doesn’t make it any easier for me.”

Leaning back on her throne of roses and other flowers, the angel princess tried to remain calm. Her husband was waging a war with her own family, and her father himself was leading the troops. It was a royal mess and she was helpless to stop the impending war. Turning to look at her mother again, she whispered “Is there nothing I can do for Prince Joffrey? Will Father truly kill him?” 

“Approachable? Maybe I should have gone for the suit.” Shane said with a cheeky grin, knowing he was simply teasing, only this had her stretch out her hand and straighten his collar, that was sitting awkwardly. “Goes to show, not being able to see yourself in the mirror, means you can’t see your fuck ups.” That said, Carmen wrapped her arms around his waist, and he could only smile to himself, as she brought her cheek to his chest.“No matter what happens…I love you, Shane. Despite everything, you are the best thing that ever came into my life.”"

He kissed the top of her head, and then corrected her slightly. “Unlife…the things I did to make you mine.” Shane knew what she meant, but as always, he couldn’t help but have that cheeky tone with her. “I will never regret what I did, to have you.”

They stood for a moment, drinking in each other’s scent, and just enjoying holding each other, before the betting calls from down stairs, was growing louder.

“Well, I can’t hear the bed hitting the wall, can you, Bianca?” Jarvis was saying loudly, as Bianca flipped open her magazine again. “You need to get laid.” Jarvis retorted by throwing a cushion, and then muttering. “I would have had Amelia if you all didn’t get in the way.”

They were at it again…and Shane drew back and sighed, cocking his head.

“I don’t remember this being part of parenthood…And they aren’t even my kids.”

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“What do you think of this?” Shane asked her.

“The whole thing is strange. Why would they get involved in a were fight? And there’s the fact that you three aren’t dead right now. David could have easily snapped your necks and Shane would have been too far away to get to you in time. What the hell were you thinking, going to the beach, alone?” Carmen demanded. The younger vamps looked down, ashamed, for none of them had even thought of that.

“We were hungry.”

“Then pick up a blood doll! You risked all of us with that stunt!” Carmen scowled, jumping to her feet. She turned to Shane. “You talk to them. I’m going for a walk before I do something I’ll regret.” So saying, she turned on her heel and left the room. A moment later, they heard the garage door open and the squealing of tires as Carmen sped away.

Jarvis looked around. “She gets mad at us for going out alone and she does the same thing? Kind of hypocritical, don’t you think?”

None of what the kids said made sense, especially not to Shane. His first thoughts were what Carmen could come up with, but sadly, it was like waving a red flag at a bull. First she was questioning David and Matt’s antics, but then her concern grew as to why the trio would put themselves in danger to go to a haunt that David and his gang liked to feed at.

When Carmen berated each of them, and lept to her feet, Shane suddenly looked confused and raised his gaze to her, only to see her to angry to talk to the kids further.

“You talk to them. I’m going for a walk before I do something I’ll regret.”

“But love…couldn’t we all discuss this now, I mean, they are just kids…” His voice trailed off as she stormed out of the house and then went into the garage to get her car…..and drive away.

“She gets mad at us for going out alone and she does the same thing? Kind of hypocritical, don’t you think?”

“FUCK SAKE..DON’T START!” Shane growled, getting to his feet himself, and rubbing the back of his neck, after hearing her drive away without him. He let out an exasperated sigh, and Misty got off her chair and went to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “We had to tell you. I know you don’t like us keeping important stuff like that a secret.” Her blue eyes watched his, seeing he was upset about Carmen leaving.

“I know…I know. I just think she is scared.”

“Scared of what?” Jarvis asked, wondering what could possibly scare Carmen. She was like this iron willed woman, with more courage than most. Shane was honest in his answer. “She’s scared of losing us.” Each of the kids mouthed an “o” before sitting down again. Shane walked to a tall window, looking out into the night sky. “I just hope she doesn’t do anything rash out there.”

The street across from Shane’s house.

Like a predator laying in wait, a black sports car, is parked with its lights out, but the occupant is smoking a cigar, as he watches the gates of the Williamson estate. Sure enough, the gates open and a shiny red sportscar rockets out, with none other than Carmen at the wheel, destination unknown.

“And…the chase begins. The black car’s headlights come on, and the engine starts with a delicious growl. Vincent pulls out from the side street, and follows along behind Carmen’s car.

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Shane looked up from where he was sitting, then pressed the off button on the remote, before replying.

“I sent them out. They needed to go do somethings on their own, and frankly I am not their father, and fail to see why I should have to explain the dangers of what is out there.” His mood was not one that was pleased. Sure, he understood her anger and concern over the kids and what David may have done, but he knew in his heart they were capable of taking care of themselves.

For a moment, Shane just toyed with the remote idly, like, he was deeply troubled by a lot of things. Finally, his thoughts found a voice.

“You can’t keep running off every time we have a crisis. Carmen, you promised me that you would stand by my side.”

Yep, he was hurt.

“After tonight, I don’t know if you truly meant it. We can only fight what is out there, together. How is that possible, if you up and leave?”

Shane looked at her, waiting for a response.

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“You can’t keep running off every time we have a crisis. Carmen, you promised me that you would stand by my side.” he stated. She could hear the pain in his voice and she swallowed hard. She had caused him to hurt, something she had never intended to do. “After tonight, I don’t know if you truly meant it. We can only fight what is out there, together. How is that possible, if you up and leave?”

And that was the crux of the entire matter. She clasped her hands in front of her and sighed.

“I was scared.” she admitted. “For the longest time, the only person I had to worry about, take care of was myself. From the time I was an unnamed orphan in a Spanish missionary until before now, the only person I could count on and trust was myself.” She began to pace the room, staying out of arm’s reach of Shane. “Then you charged into my life like a tornado and ripped the foundation from beneath my feet. And suddenly…I’m thrust into a whole new world. I don’t regret anything that happened to get to this point, with the exception of Louisa. But, I am honestly scared for all of us. I find myself caring about those three as if I gave birth to them and I know that may sound like a ridiculous reason to you, but that’s how I feel. I left, and I shouldn’t have, and I hurt you. Sometimes I care too much for the people around me and it tends to get me in trouble. And it seems that I am in trouble with you.” She turned away from him to pick up the gift she bought for him and she set it beside him.

“I wanted this to be a surprise, and you probably don’t want anything from me right now…but Happy Birthday, Shane.” she murmured. She turned from him and moved to stand at the window, looking out on the grounds and waited for his reply.

Only when he truly looked at her, and I mean, saw the pain and stress in her eyes from her own actions and the fact this now turned into something worse than it should of been, did Shane sit up a bit and listen to what he knew would be the offloading of all her grief.

And like a flood, a torrent of words, Carmen explained how her fears of abandonment started, which Shane knew all too well. She was right of course, he changed her world, ripped out the rug of peace from under her and taken her life in effect. Now he was looking at her, showing her heart on her sleeve. Scared, not just for herself, but for Shane and the kids. They were her family, and she knew of a great threat out their to their sanctuary.

Rising slowly, Shane could see the gift she bought, and this just made him feel worse. She had gone out to get him a gift. A birthday gift. He reached up and rubbed the back of his neck, while pursing his lips and feeling like a right jack ass. It was to be a surprise and he ruined it.

“Love…” He said, coming up behind her and enveloping her in his arms.“I know how much you care, and its damn obvious, the kids knew it and were worried to see you go out alone.” He nuzzled the back of her head, you could smell the strength of his scent. “And you’re wrong you know….I do want one thing.” At this, he turned her around to face him, and said simply….“You.”

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Only he didn’t leave.

“Love…” he stated, standing directly behind her. She inhaled sharply, catching his scent, surprised he was still in the room with her. The hits kept on coming as he wrapped his arms around her middle. She didn’t know what to think, or what to feel. He spoke, his breath ghosting across her ear. “I know how much you care, and its damn obvious, the kids knew it and were worried to see you go out alone.” he murmured, nuzzling her head. She dropped her head, tears threatening to spill down her cheeks as she listened to what he was saying to her. Maybe all was not lost.

“And you’re wrong you know….I do want one thing.” he stated, turning her in his arms to face him. Her eyes were bright with her tears. “….You.”

That was exactly what she need to hear. She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him, pressing her face into his shoulder. “I’m sorry.” she repeated over and over again, a plea for him to forgive her for everything. This was a small bump in the road of their relationship, one which they weathered together. If they could get through this, they could handle anything that Vincent and David threw at them.

As they held one another, staring into each others eyes, their bond solidified into something so strong, nothing short of death would break it.

He caressed her cheek, his love for her shining in his eyes. No words were spoken between them, for no others needed to be said. He pulled her close and kissed her with everything he had. It was desperate, but it was perfect, and she gave as good as she got, sliding her fingers into his hair and moaning as their lips and tongues slid against one another.

The blanket Jarvis had slipped around Carmen’s shoulders fell to the floor as she turned to straddle Shane’s lap, not removing her lips from his. They both needed this contact. As she was still in her bikini, it would give Shane easy access to her body if he desired.

Jarvis came to check on them at one point because it had gone entirely too quiet and he was actually flushing in embarassment when he returned to the room he was sharing with the girls.

“Are they all right?” Misty asked.

“They’ll be fine. They just need some time together.” Jarvis mumbled, still red faced. It had been like walking in on his parents having sex and though he knew Shane and Carmen went at it regularly…it was still embarassing to see.

Neither Shane nor Carmen realized that Jarvis had popped his head in to check on them. They were caught up in each other to the point nothing else seemed to exist. From Shane’s lap, Carmen moved to straddle him, as the blanket that Jarvis had placed over them fell to the floor. They were kissing each other deeply, and in a way this was how they copped with what had happened. The need to feel, touch and explore each other, as a way to find comfort from the other. Shane’s hands moved across Carmen’s shoulders, and down her arms, as he licked at her lips, and tugged on her bottom lip. This was not just about sex, though they did it often enough. They were both very sensual creatures, and this was what Carmen needed. Shane undid her bikini top, and undid it, drawing it from her body, before looking into her eyes. His fingers and lips may have been cold to touch, but his eyes held an inner warmth.

Another man had tried to take Carmen away from him, no doubt about it. Shane was once again claiming her, as was his right. Though he was often dominant and forceful, this was not a time to exercise such over her. The vampire treasured her, adored and loved her so much, that he had an untapped resource of strength that he never knew he had. Seeing her naked breasts, he lowered his head, and then nuzzled the right with his lips, before latching on, his hand moving to cup her left, and knead the nipple till it was taut. His hardness thickened beneath her, but he didn’t force her upon it. For now, he was simply loving her…giving her the chance to respond as her body wished.

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He undid the ties of her bikini top at her neck and back, slipping the material from her body and tossing it to the floor. He lowered his head, nuzzling the right breast with his lips before pulling the taught nipple into his mouth. He cupped her left with his stong hands, kneading her skin until it puckered beneath his fingers.

Carmen whispered words of love and desire in the quiet of the room as Shane loved her. Her fingers ran through his hair as he suckled at her and she could feel the hardness of him pressing against her still-covered bottom. She moaned lightly, desire slowly igniting as she submitted her body to him.

They had weathered their first storm in the battle against Vincent. And they now knew what he was capable of, and who he was most likely to target first. Carmen was not going to fall apart like she had again.

“Shane…love me. Mark me as yours once more.” she whispered. She slid from his lap, moving to standing, not caring that she was bare-chested. She held out her hand to him and if he took it, she would lead him downstairs to the place where he had claimed her as his the night he brought her to his home.

It was symbolic.

A padded room, that he used to keep those prisoner or captives of his heart and pleasure. This was where it had begun for Carmen and Shane. A time when they denied that they loved the other, but in fact what lay beneath was a love so strong that it would be almost prophetic. He opened the door, and then holding her hand he led her in, letting the door close shut behind them. It was here, in this cold room, devoid of colour or fancy fittings, that Shane found his voice.

“So long ago, I brought you here. I captured you, and then I tormented you.” His hand brushed over hair, to move a stray curl behind her ear, as he continued to speak, his voice echoing as he did so. “I came to you at night time…when you were asleep. I took you, and as I held you I made you mine. You drank from me, as I buried myself deep within you.”

Shane stared into her eyes.

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“And I have never regretted it.”

History was to repeat, as he looked into her eyes, and knelt to tear her bikini bottoms, planting a kiss upon her mound, before rising to standing. Blue eyes piercing hers, as his fangs descended, and he inhaled deeply her scent.

“I dream of you constantly…I dream of drinking you dry…for I cannot get enough of you within me.”

He then led Carmen to the bed, and urged her to lay upon the bed, following her and laying behind her. It was how it was that same night…he tore at his wrist, so the blood would start to flow, and brought it around to her lips.

“Drink from me.” At this he bit down on her neck, breaking her skin and growling long and deep. The pair would start the ritual of completion, or joining. Shane closed his eyes, and pushed his hard head inside her moistened jewel. The feeding started with the subtle rocking of their hips together….a beautiful sight, bodies moving in time…enjoying each other’s blood, and recapturing their love once more.

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Shane opened the door ahead of her and lead them both inside, quietly closing the door behind him. Carmen looked around the room, the place where it had all changed for her. The manacle that had held her captive had been removed, as had the blood-stained sheets from when they had taken Brandi, and each other.

Shane finally spoke as she turned to face him. He stared into her eyes, slipping a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

So long ago, I brought you here. I captured you, and then I tormented you. I came to you at night time…when you were asleep. I took you, and as I held you I made you mine. You drank from me, as I buried myself deep within you.” He moved closer to her, pinning her in place with his gaze. “And I have never regretted it.”

“Nor have I.” was all she could think to say. He knelt and removed her bikini bottoms, pressing a kiss to her mound in supplication as she ran her fingers through his hair. He rose up before her, his fangs descending and inhaled her scent.

“I dream of you constantly…I dream of drinking you dry…for I cannot get enough of you within me.”

“Shane.” she whispered, a plea…for him to take what he wished from her. He took her hand and lead her to the bed, urging her to lay upon her side as he moved in behind her. It was the same position he had taken with her the night he made her his, only this time, she knew what to expect.

He tore at his wrist, making his blood flow and brought it to her lips.

“Drink from me.” he urged as his fangs sank into her neck, growling with lust behind her. She gasped at the pleasure-pain as she brought his wrist to her mouth. The moment her own fangs sank into his skin, his thick manhood pressed into her from behind and slid home within her body. Their hips rocked together as they fed from each other, a neverending cycle of love and unity. His blood energized her, his love sustained her as she released his wrist, licking at his wounds to seal the flesh. Done, she took his hand in hers and pressed it against her slick folds as he thrust into her body. She wanted to do all the things she’d only heard about but never had the guts to try. And she wanted that with her mate.

“Take me. Mark me. Love me.” she urged him, pressing his hand hard against her.

“Feed. he ordered, in a repeat of the night after he had claimed her. There was no hesitation from her this time. She scooted forward until she could wrap her arms around his well-toned hips, licking at the blood trickling from him in a fount. She looked up at him, catching his dark gaze with her own as she sank her fangs into his skin.

His blood re-energized her, his soul touched hers, his mind flowed with hers as did his blood.

«”Mine.”» she whispered across his thoughts. Again she sealed his wounds once she had taken her fill, and before he could move away, she moved lower and slipped his hardness into her mouth, sucking at him as if he were the last piece of candy on the planet. She moaned around his length, taking great enjoyment in pleasuring him in this way. And if his groans above her were anything to go by, he was enjoying it as well.

Staring down at her, his back arched so that his pelvis was pushed forward, Shane groaned in pleasure. They had shared in taking each other’s blood, a symbol of the mark, and now she was feasting on his flesh, taking in his long hard shaft, and treating it though it was delicious candy. Shane brought both hands down and then raked his fingers through her hair, before taking hold of a fist full. He only did this, so he could tip her head back slightly, and see the look in her eyes, as she downed his cock. Carmen was so skilled this way, teasing his delicate edge just under the hood, and then long laps to the base and back. He started to rock back and forth slightly, enjoying her hot wet mouth.

Then he had an idea, and withdrew from her.

“Lay down, love.”

If she did so, he would straddle her face, then lean on down, and bury his own face between her thighs. Pressing the head of his cock to her lips, he would start to drive his tongue between her slick folds, hovering over her, as he enjoyed her nectar. Shane would only speed up, as she took him to her mouth, and let the pleasures they were giving each other flow through her.

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A light seemed to go off in his mind and he withdrew his flesh from her, causing her to moan in disappointment. But it seemed he had a better idea.

“Lay down, love.” he urged. Wondering what he had planned, she did as he bade before he straddled her face, pressing his cock to her lips. She was excited beyong all measure at this manuveor, even more so when he bent forward and buried his face between her thighs. She took him into her mouth once again, moaning around his flesh as his tongue did pleasurable things to her lower body.

Her body writhed beneath his as he lapped up her sweetness, her own mouth and tongue doing wicked things to him. She relaxed her throat muscles, allowing him to slide deeper into her mouth. She worked her throat around him, and it was all the more better since she didn’t have to breathe.

Her juices were flowing as her orgasm approached. She sucked harder at him, urging him on, begging him with her body to make her cream. Her moans were coming louder the closer she got, the vibrations of her throat surrounding him in their grip.

And she was there!

She sucked at him hard, swallowing him deep as she bathed his mouth in her body’s release, her hips arching up off the bed as much as they were able with him over her.

This was the first time they had done such a manouvre, but Shane wanted to enjoy her as much as she enjoyed him. He parted her legs and then lapped between her folds with his rough tongue, while using two fingers to prize within her hot sex. All the while, he moaned as she deep throated him, working her tongue around him. Their bodies both writhed together, trembling from the excitement of their actions. Shane could hear her moan, wanting him to push further, and so he fingered harder, pushing as far as he dare, his tongue working and then nipping at her sweet lips. The build up within him was getting so, he found himself bucking with his hips, and soon he felt her release. Closing his mouth over her ripe opening, he drank from her, as her thighs locked on his head, while he started to fill her mouth with is seed. Shane shook violently, as he felt her milking him down. Together they were caught up in the tasting and sensations. Shane’s tongue coated, his mouth drenched, while her’s would be the same. Their moans would fill the air, as they finished each other off. Shane licked at her slowly, and sensually, cleaning her with his tongue.

<3>

Amelia stood on the front door step, fidgeting as she waited nervously for the front door to open. Behind the frosted glass panes, she could catch sight of movement, and then the door opened, to reveal a casually dressed Jason. He appeared to be at a loss for words for a few seconds, before finding his voice. Perhaps it was how she was dressed that got his attention and not having seen her dressed this way before, might have been a bit of a shock, and a pleasant one.

“You look beautiful Amelia.”

“Really? Amelia blushed fiercely at his candour and then followed him in after he gestured with his hand. His lounge room was quite large, with a huge plasma TV in the corner, which he turned on as they entered the room. Tonight’s show was Titanic, a favourite of Amelia, who placed down her purse on the coffee table and sat down on the comfortable leather couch. All around the walls were pictures and service documents framed, along with a sporting trophy cabinet, from his days at university. A real man’s place, with all the comforts a bachelor could want. Easing back into the couch, she offered Jason a light smile, as she started to relax in his company.

“I can watch this movie a thousand times, and it never gets boring.” Amelia enthused.

At the half way mark of the film, Jason excused himself and headed into the kitchen. So he was cooking dinner too? Amelia watched his swagger as he left the room, and chewed her lip as she found herself checking out his ass. A low whistle escaped her lips, before she sat back around and slapped herself for thinking such things.

Not long after he emerged with two plates of chicken Alfredo and set them down on the coffee table just before them. Amelia leaned forward and smelt the delicious scent of the meal. “Smells great.” She said, taking the offered cutlery and then picked up her plate.

“Enjoy Amelia. I do hope you enjoy the meal.” 

“Well it looks amazing and smells great, so now the taste test.”

She wound her fork around, then used her spoon to capture the pasta beneath, before placing it in her mouth. The look…sheer heaven. She closed her eyes, chewing and made sounds of distinct pleasure. Swallowing, she enthused.

“This is delicious. Your own recipe?”

<3>

Carmen watched with passion-lidden eyes as Shane’s form morphed into that of the Master Vampire, and she purred with delight. It always gave her a thrill to see him in this form. So forceful and dominating. His voice had an echo quality to it as he ordered the twins to pleasure her.

The three of them fell upon her like a pack of wild dogs. Shane didn’t hesitate, slipping his elongated tongue into her warmth while his body continued to change. He was much bigger and she caught a glimpse of his larger than life manhood before his tongue and mouth forcefully claimed her body. The whole bed was rocking and pounding against the wall. The twins attacked her breasts, nipping, biting, licking at every part of her they could reach. She cried out, feeling everything at once and she reveled in it.

“Yesssss!! More! I want more!!” she demanded, grabbing the twins by their hair and pulling them into a double kiss and they squeezed and fondled her breasts. She groaned, slipping her hands down to massage at the both of them.

It was a neverending circle of passion and desire, and the three of them tried to give their all to their Queen. She was enjoying their attentions, relishing the contact that bound the three of them together more effectively then any blood ceremony ever could. She could feel all three of them in her mind, their bond strong, her bond with Shane unbreakable.

She arched her back, nearly fully off the bed as the desire nearly threatened to overwhelm her.

Hour after hour would go by, and the three men all served their Queen well, as she hissed at them with an insatiable hunger that lusted for her sires and Master. There was one defining thing about this lovers pact, and that was Shane was truly the dominant of the three, giving her such satisfaction, that his roars of prowess, and drive would have her singing his name as she would experience repeat orgasms till she would be completely spent. When the twins had achieved their goals, and the Queen focused on Shane, they both bowed, before kissing her arms and hand, and then slinked away, unlocking the door, and slipping out, leaving the Master with the Queen.

Shane took this opportunity in his stride, and then snorted as he mounted her as was his right. His face hovered over hers, before teasing her lips with his tongue, followed by slow thrusting of his great member into her folds. This was not violent, but a way of saying that the bond had been restored. As she writhed beneath him in Ecstasy, he filled her again with his seed taking full claim of her once more. Rolling on his side, he drew her into his arms, and rained kisses across her face, and neck, as he returned back to his human form. He had managed to beat his own jealousy back, and at the same time, showing dominance over his mate. He hoped she had felt truly worshiped, and a true Queen after the events of this night. He rested his forehead to hers, and said almost breathlessly.

“You have never been more beautiful than you are now.”

<3>

“No it was my mothers…before she was murdered along with my father…and this apartment was their’s but they left it to me and i haven’t changed it much since their deaths as it helps me get through the days…” 

As Amelia tried to swallow her mouthful of pasta, she found herself hearing the tale of how he had learnt to cook this dish, as it was a recipe of his late mother. He would go on to say that both his parents were murdered, and that this apartment was actually theirs. Amelia set down her fork in her dish, then the dish back on the coffee table, as she watched him take up his empty plate and sort of stagger into the kitchen. At first, Amelia wasn’t sure of how to react. She hadn’t finished her meal, but something inside of her felt like following him. That was, until she heard the sobs that came from the kitchen. Clearly, mentioning the deaths of his parents, had taken down a wall that was held up to keep his emotions in check. Amelia swallowed and drew her shoulder in. Oh this was terrible. Amelia was about to get up and follow him to the kitchen to see if he was okay, when he appeared again.

His face had been wiped clear of the tears he had shed, but you could not mistake the red rim of his eyes, nor the way he spoke with almost a shaky tone to it. Before she could ask about him, he then said to her.

“Would you care for anything to drink? Soda water wine?”

“I’m fine, really. Uhm..dinner was amazing by the way. I promise to wash up my plate and cutlery before I go.”

There was an awkward pause, as she fiddled with her napkin, before placing it down on the table, and she turned to ask him.

“Please don’t think I am rude, but….I heard you before, and you know if you ever wanted to talk about something, I am here willing to listen.”

She took up his hand and held it, hoping she hadn’t crossed some invisible line that she shouldn’t have.

<3>

For hours the three men took turns pleasuring their Mistress, working muscles she never thought existed, putting her in positions she never thought possible. And she enjoyed every last second of it. As Shane was her dominate, he did most of the work, never once reverting back to his human form, pressing his enlarged frame against her body in new and imaginative ways. She screamed and moaned until she was hoarse, and still they drove her to heights of passion never seen by anyone.

The twins had long since departed as her sole focus was now on her mate. He hovered over her, his enlarged member thrusting slowly in and out of her body as she wrapped her arms and legs around him. He was gentle in his actions, their bond reaffirmed, his jealousy abated. He filled her with his seed as they both cried out their completion in the silence of the room, her body throbbing around him as she pressed her sweat-soaked face into the skin of his shoulder.

He rolled them to their side, pressing tender kisses to her face and neck as he slowly morphed back to his human form. She herself, her vampire sated, was slowly coming back to earth. She caught him staring at her and she looked on in wonder. He pressed their foreheads together.

“You have never been more beautiful than you are now.” he murmured. She smiled, reaching up to run her fingers through his damp hair and lightly scratching his scalp.

“And you have never meant more to me then you have in this moment. I love you. You are my mate, my Sire, and My Master. Let there be no more doubts between us.” she whispered, pressing her lips to his in a sweet and tender kiss.

She untangled herself from his arms and crawled from the rumpled bed. Not bothering to cover herself, she stretched her naked body before him then gave him a glance over her shoulder. “It will be daylight soon. Would you care to join me in a shower before we retire for the day?” she whispered, seductive in her poise. The Vampire Queen was asleep. This was Carmen in all her glory and she wished to have a final moment with her mate before they slept the day away. She held out her hand to him and waited.

It was true that Shane’s hair was totally wet from the night’s activities, and he felt her drag her finger through his wet hair and scalp, he knew he needed a good shower to wash away the sex and sweat from his body. Though at the moment, he was just too caught up in Carmen, as she returned to that of her human form.

“And you have never meant more to me then you have in this moment. I love you. You are my mate, my Sire, and My Master. Let there be no more doubts between us.” Her lips touched his softly, and he returned the sentiment, only breaking the kiss to say to her. “No more doubts, and no more jealousy. I am yours, as you are mine.”

Shane rolled on his side, and watched as Carmen slipped out of bed. He could see the trails of his seed down the inside of her inner thigh and tried to hide a smirk as she glanced over her shoulder and said: “It will be daylight soon. Would you care to join me in a shower before we retire for the day?” Shane didn’t need to be asked twice. He leapt out of bed and ran to her, sweeping her off her feet. “A bath..candles and a massage are in order…My Queen.” He said, and carried her into the bathroom. They had a huge roman style bath in there, and he set her down upon the fluffy mat at the foot of the bath, before going to get the matches and start her bath for her. Course, this might take some time, but she was worth it. The eagerness he displayed, may have seemed comical, but he was doing all this for her.

As the bathwater ran, he took out some oil bottles, and tipped them in, humming under his breath, every so often giving her a sly wink before going to light all the candles. He then switched off the light in the bathroom and waved to her in a bow like fashion for her to get in.

“After you.”

<3>

Amelia could tell by the way that Jason spoke, he felt a lot of emotion about the passing of his parents, and who wouldn’t? Murdered by people unknown and for what reason? The young witch watched as he walked to where a photograph of his parents were, and whispered words to them, that were barely audible from where Amelia was sitting. The television was still on, so she reached down to pick up the remote and turn it off. No sooner had he placed back the photograph, there was a knock at the door, so while he attended to that, Amelia picked up her plate and carried it into his kitchen to wash up. Dinner was over, and she was unsure of what to do now. Did she breach the subject of his parents, or try to talk about other things? Chewing her bottom lip, she instead came back out and joined Jason on the couch, when he asked her a rather surprising question.

“Amelia your more then welcome to stay the night…that is if you want to..”

At first Amelia wasn’t sure how to respond, but then she came up with the first thing that popped into her head.

“I..didn’t bring anything over to sleep in, that is unless you have a T shirt you are willing to lend to me. I always bring a tooth brush in my bag. Odd, I know.”

She was more or less saying yes…but how would he respond?

<3>

After her inquiry, Shane was more than eager to be alone with her once more, catering to her needs effectively. He leapt from the bed swept her into his very capable arms and took her off to his bedroom, and the ensuite bath. The huge Roman-style tub was large enough for two and he immediately placed her on her feet before moving to turn on the taps. He added some scented oils to the water as he did.

As the tub filled, her went about placing candles on various surfaces, lighting them with the matches in his hand before turning down the lights. The atmosphere was one of romance, and she couldn’t deny it made her feel completely feminine and treasured.

Once everything was ready, he turned to her with a bow.

“After you.”

“Thank you, baby.” she smiled, stepping into the water. The warmth seeped into her slowly aching bones and she sat down with a pleased sigh. “Oh this is nice.” she moaned, closing her eyes and inhaling the pleasing scent. She scooped some water into her hands and ran it over her arms and neck with a delighted moan. Repeating the process, she splashed water on her face and through her hair, slicking back her dark locks. She moaned with delight as the water soothed her tired body.

This was what she needed.

The sounds of Carmen moaning and splashing about as she washed herself down, were music to Shane’s ears. He wore a crooked smile and not much else, as he hung back before joining her. Last thing she needed was for him to jump in and make waves, so he let her have her moment, washing the water through her hair, and slicking it back.

“Room for one more?’ He said in a smooth voice, before deciding to get in behind her, and ease himself down slowly. He let out a long and loud sigh, letting the tepid waters invigorate his skin. Nothing like a romantic bath after an all night that they had had. He reached for the soap, and scooted behind her, starting to rub the bar across her back in figure eights, before then setting the bar back up and massaging her back and shoulders. He hadn’t really said much since their mating, and now he felt that he could.

“You really need to thank Marissa. Fuck! She is still in my den. Ugh!” Sure enough, he had left her there, after she more or less set him straight about how to deal with his jealousy issues. “She has probably drunk all my brandy and shagged Jarvis stupid on my couch. Remind me to get that cleaned.”

This was steering away from romantic talk, and he quickly tried to peel the thought of Marissa fucking Jarvis out of his mind.

“We’ve been through a lot, you and I…yet here we are, still strong as ever.” Was he realizing that what they had was truly special, cause if he hadn’t by now, something was wrong with him.

“You know you are special.” He said, slowly working his fingers into her shoulder blades. “Made me want to be a better man.”

<3>

Shane eased in behind her with a sigh of his own and she scooted back until she was sitting within easy reach between his legs. He took up a bar of soap and rubbed it across her back and shoulders to get a lather going before setting it aside. His capable hands began to massage and knead her shoulders and back causing her to drop her head and moan.

“You really need to thank Marissa.” he began before he colored the air with swear words and a rant that he’d left the demon woman in his den and was probably shagging Jarvis into the upholstry..

“Why do I need to thank her?” Carmen wondered. Then it came to her. It was probably her that got Shane to see reason. She would get her a gift later on, maybe a night with all the male blood dolls in the coven. She would love that.

Shane continued massaging her muscles and continued his thoughts. “We’ve been through a lot, you and I…yet here we are, still strong as ever…Made me want to be a better man.”

She turned her head to look at him, placing her hand on his leg beside her and rubbing gently. “You’ve always been a better man. Because of you, I’ve become a better woman. I’ve no more doubts…no more fears. Here, by your side, is where I was destined to be. I’ve no idea why I fought it for so long…but I have stopped fighting it. You are a part of me now. Nothing, no one, including me, is going to change that.” She took one of his hands that had been massaging her shoulders and kissed his knuckles before she presented her back to him once more. “Do continue.” she chuckled, telling him in not so many words to continue his pampering of her.

“Do continue” Carmen said in a husky voice, as she presented her back to Shane once more. Her skin glistening from the soapy water and the lights that reflected off her. “It would be a pleasure.” Shane replied, taking up where he left off, and worked his fingers around her shoulder blades, before trailing them down her spine and into the water. He chuckled softly and whispered to her. “I think you like being spoilt.” It was an observation and one that he was starting to believe. Carmen deserved nothing less, especially after everything they had been through. They still had a long way to go. The threat of Vincent returning hung in the air, and while Shane tried to dismiss any thought of that bastard, it did remain in the back of his mind.

But he was not about to bring it up now, for he thought that would ruin the mood. Time for talk on that would be later, after a good day’s rest and the following night, he would sit the family down.

Water trickled off his hands as he brought them back up to work Carmen’s upper back, then shoulders and neck.

“You know, I figured you would be a lot more tense, but seems you are quite relaxed. The bath was a good idea, though standing up in the shower with you has its perks.” He teased, kissing the back of her neck, before going back to massaging her back.

<3>

At first, Amelia was simply stunned. Like a possum caught by the bright lights of a semi trailer on the number 51 highway. Did he just say…he loved her? That was so unexpected, that she forgot why she knocked on the door. Jason’s voice was so soft…so gentle, it was hard to believe a hardened war veteran could even talk like this.

His honesty was surprising, yet it started to make sense why he behaved like this around her. More nervous than a cat on a hot tin roof. The more he spoke, the more Amelia realized the extent of his feelings. At first she stepped back, trying to gather her own thoughts and try to say something in response that wouldn’t offend or upset him. Last thing she wanted to do was outright reject him. She appreciated the fact he was opening up to her about this. Saying his piece, he inched past her and back to the television, sitting himself down and raking his hands through his hair. They say actions speak louder than words, and in this case, it was telling a whole story. Amelia didn’t want to leave though, in fact she wanted to give him a chance.

Walking back over, she stood in front of him for a moment, before reaching out to stroke his cheek. “This is all so unexpected. I had no idea you felt this way towards me.” Amelia said, choosing her words carefully. How to react though was important, since she didn’t want to rush this. She eased herself onto his lap, and stared into his eyes for a time without speaking, then said;

“We have both lost those we love, and I know it took a great deal for you to tell me what you just did. All I ask is you, let what we have….just happen.”

This being said, she leaned in tentatively, and pressed her lips to his. Her eyes closed as she deepened the kiss, but how would he respond?

<3>

Jason blinked in surprise as he was half expecting Amelia to walk out and leave him alone here in his apartment before returning the kiss with a tender loving passion. As he kissed her back he would snake his arms around her waist and hold her as close as he dared to not wanting to ruin the mood. Jason would whisper softly against her lips almost huskily as he opened his eyes slowly. “I feel lucky like a four leaf clover darling now that i have you.” Jason would then gaze into her eyes contently before continuing his flirtations. “I’m under your spell as well darling and i wouldn’t dare break it for the world.” The war veteran would then nuzzle his face against her cheek contently or attempt to while holding her in his lap for the moment. He was inwardly pleased with himself as he kept Amelia cradled in his arms for the moment as Brokeback Mountain played in the background. It was clear that Jason now had something to live for and that was Amelia Reed. As they sat on the couch together he would offer a muted sigh of contentment whilst his eyes searched hers curiously. He then tore his eyes from Amelia’s to watch flick them over to the clock on the far wall only to note it was 11:30pm before returning his gaze back to Amelia’s own black hued gaze. If anything he was quite happy and content with Amelia and willing to take the time she wanted and needed to foster this relationship into full blossom.

Both Amelia and Jason opened their eyes at the same moment, pressing their foreheads together, while Jason said to her in a husky voice;

“I feel lucky like a four leaf clover darling now that i have you.” 

Amelia let out a soft sigh, feeling like this was something of a whirlwind event. She wasn’t expecting it, nor did she press Jason for more than just a dinner date. But the kiss, that was something else. She felt the emotion as he wound his arms around her and pulled her into his embrace. Was this really happening? His quip about being lucky to have her had an Irish flavor to it, which she found endearing. Their eyes met as he continued to express his feelings for her;

“I’m under your spell as well darling and i wouldn’t dare break it for the world.”

A spell? Well, truth was she was in fact a witch, but she had not performed any magic tonight. It was all as nature had intended. Amelia continued to sit in his lap, while the movie went on behind them, though she wasn’t paying any attention to it now. Her focus was on Jason. His eyes tore away from hers momentarily to look at the clock on the wall, and she followed his gaze, to see that it was 11.30pm. Not totally late, but not early either.

Amelia made a promise that she would take it slow and steady, but when faced with the prospect of going to the next level, she got a heated sensation which was hard to ignore. She reached down to the edge of her tank top, and then pulled it up and over her head, revealing a red lace bra beneath. Her skin glowed from the reflection of the light of the television set, creating a bluish aura around her. Amelia dropped the tank top on the floor, her heart in her chest pounding.

The young witch didn’t feel she needed to say a word, for actions spoke louder. Slowly she reached around behind her and unclasped her bra, before letting the shoulder straps slide down her arms, as she remained on his lap. Would he do the rest, and remove it fully?

<3>

She chuckled as she listened to him speak. “Showering with you is one of the best memories I have of us together.” She nodded before falling silent. There was a comfortable silence between them as Shane worked over Carmen’s sore and tired body, his fingers working their magic on her aching limbs. An occasional moan would tease past her lips as he worked a particular knot from her muscles but other than that, a contentment settled over them. Vincent was a small memory in the back of her mind, but she quickly locked him out, not wanting to disturb the mood with thoughts of him.

Now that he had exposed his hand too soon, they were going to be a lot more vigilant of his moves and motives. It was clear now that he wanted Carmen for himself. Why? Carmen could only speculate that because she was Shane’s, he wanted to take her from him.

“Not going to happen.” she growled in her mind, imagining herself ripping Vincent’s shriveled heart from his dead body and stomping it into ash.

At that moment, she shrugged off Shane’s hands and turned to face him, sloshing water over the sides of the tub. She moved into his lap, the tub large enough to accommodate her lithe frame as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“No matter what our future brings…you are my shining light in a sea of darkness and I will love you until the ends of time.” she whispered, staring him in his blue eyes.

Shane climbed into the driver’s seat, looking across at his love while putting on a pair of special night driving glasses. He key started the ignition and as he revved the engine, the car gave off a delicious growl, which he emulated with his mouth; snarling as though he was making the sinful sound. Putting the car into first, he hit the execelator and the car’s tires spun; sending up a small shower of pebbles behind it, as the car took off at speed. Headlights illuminating the way as they sped out of the gates of his estate, that started to close automatically. The estate’s security system would come into force, to protect his sires and guests till they returned. Shane’s only hope was that they would all behave in their absence.

Shane pressed play on the car’s in built sound system and soon the car was filled with the sound of Bryan Ferry. Shane was a diehard fan of the classic crooners, and with the mood music in play, he would casually reach across, and start to strum Carmen’s left thigh with his fingers. The car picked up speed as it raced along the country roads, with just the two of them to enjoy the serenity of the moment. It made Shane smile to know that they were getting some quiet time up at the cabin. No distractions and no twins. That last part had him chuckle to himself, and he had to reign that in so she wouldn’t see his cockiness as having her to himself. Sure, he got over his jealousy…but…he still thought this was a win, to have his beautiful bride to himself.

Rather than speak over the music, he started to share his inner thoughts with their mind link as he let his hand stray past her thigh and a little lower, as he increased the speed.

“You know I am going to spoil you….right?” He shot her a look, knowing she would hear his thoughts, and he took his hand away to change gears, before placing it back…right back down lower and teased her with his fingers.

“You thought sex in your office was hot….” Again more teasing, and he drew his hand away, smirking as he did so. He was going to make sure she begged, screamed and got down on her knees. She may be the Queen of the Coven, but he was still her Master…and he knew how much she loved being dominated by him.

The Cabin

Finally pulling up outside the famous cabin, Shane shut off the engine and the headlights. How many memories they had at this spot. Some good, some bad. Shane had plans to make this trip, a special one indeed. One..that she would never forget.
He turned to her as he undid his seat belt, easing over, and then reaching for the back of her head, to draw her into a hungered kiss, while his free hand slipped beneath her shirt, and he kneaded at her supple breast. His tongue pushed through her lips and teased her tongue playfully; a light growl escaping the corner of his mouth.

Shane hungered for her already, easing down from her lips to her neck, sucking and biting before realizing that he wanted her then and there. Shane had to stop himself, before he let the lust get the better of him. He drew back and simply stared at her, before he then climbed out of the car, to go get their bags.

The romantic interlude starts now…

<3>

Shane started the car and the engine rumbled to life, vibrating beneath her body with a delicious sounding purr. He hit the gas and the car shot out of the driveway, showering pebbles every which direction. He roared through the gates of the estate as they started to close and she felt better for the security.

He turned on the stereo and music flowed around them. With a smirk, Shane removed one hand from the wheel and placed it on Carmen’s thigh, running his fingers along her skin, every so often dipping beneath the short skirt she decided to wear. With a smirk of her own, she arched an eyebrow at him before reaching over and changing the music.

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She was looking forward to this time alone with him, even if it was only for the one night. No one walking in on them and distracting them from what they wanted to do. It was perfect. She felt herself relaxing by the moment as Red ate up the miles between the estate and the cabin.

She started when she heard Shane’s voice across her thoughts and she looked at him.

«”You know I am going to spoil you….right?”» He grinned, removing his hand from her leg and switching gears before placing his hand back where it was on her skin, inching a bit higher then his previous move.

«”I’m looking forward to it.”» she grinned, placing her hand over his.

«”You thought sex in your office was hot….”» he grinned, removing his hand once again, much to her disappointment. She resisted the urge to squirm in her seat, his thoughts and emotions rolling over her in a wave and making her uncomfortably hot between her thighs. He knew exactly what he was doing to her, if the shit-eating grin on his face was any indication.

“Bastard!” she thought to herself, a small chuckle issuing from her lips.

The Cabin

They finally reached the cabin and Carmen took a moment to look around the scene. There had been some good and bad memories associated with this place in the past year…but in the end, the small sacrifices that were made were potatoes against the results achieved.

Shane turned off the car and removed his seatbelt. He eased over and grabbed the back of her head, drawing her into a hungry kiss that nearly singed the hair off her head. His hand slipped beneath her shirt, kneading her breast and teasing her nipple. She gasped at the sensation and in doing so, it allowed him to slip his tongue into her mouth with a growl for emphasis.

She moaned deeply, the sound seeming to come from her toes and radiating outward.

He drew away before they could go further, which was a good thing since Carmen had been moments away from slipping her hand into his pants. He climbed out of the car to get their bags while she took a moment to fan herself and get some semblance of control back.

She had to wonder if she should have told her husband that she wasn’t wearing underwear…

She shook her head…he would know soon enough.

She climbed from the car, fishing for the keys to the cabin in her clutch as she headed up to the front door. She got the door unlocked and open and held it open for Shane as he brought their bags in. As he passed her, she took a moment to slap his ass, a grin on her face.

“That was for earlier.” she grinned as she closed and locked the door, setting the alarm on the house shutters as she did so.

Oh she was cheeky. Slapping his ass as he entered the cabin main doors, and was heading to set down their bags in the master bedroom. He heard her say that was for earlier; getting her hot and bothered in the car no doubt. Shane sang out back to her, as she was setting the alarm for the house shutters that protected them from the day light.

“Earlier? I was merely teasing, Love.” His voice floated through as he opened up his travel bag, and started to take out his clothes, and put his shaving kit in the bathroom, just adjacent the master suite. The room smelt of sandalwood, oak, and a hint of rose. Enough to make any man relax immediately. The bed in the center of the room, was a large four poster King sized bed, with a large quilted goose feathered doona, and a large stack of cushions and pillows that went up the wall. The suite had a certain feminine touch, that was definitely Carmen’s own. It was relaxing and at the same time comforting. They would find their way here soon enough, but Shane knew that one of his favorite places to woo his beloved, was right before the fire place.

Strolling back out, he watched Carmen as she tendered to the shutters. Always thinking ahead, she was. Smart too, for often they became so wrapped up in each other, that it was easy for them to forget the time of night. They still had a few hours to go before dawn, so Shane got to thinking of ways that he could make this a night one would not forget.

“So…about that hot spring? Care to lead the way, Love?” Shane asked, smiling at her knowing that soon, very soon, he was going to get to enjoy her….every single inch of her.

“I could get somethings for us to dine on from the kitchen first, unless you had other ideas.”

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“Earlier? I was merely teasing, Love.” he called out to her as she finished setting the alarms for the doors and windows. She joined him in the bedroom afterward and unpacked her own things.

“If that was teasing, I would love to know what you have planned for an encore.” she grinned, pulling out a black silk robe.

So…about that hot spring? Care to lead the way, Love?” he smirked. “I could get somethings for us to dine on from the kitchen first, unless you had other ideas.” With a calculating look in her eyes, she stepped back and slowly pulled her top over her head, revealing her naked chest. Dropping her shirt on the floor, she did the same to her skirt and stood before him in all her naked glory.

“I’m not hungry for food.” she stated, taking up her robe and slipping it on, covering her naked form. If he made to grab her, she would dodge around him and move toward the door, looking at him over her shoulder with a “Come and get me, big boy!” expression on her face. “The hot spring is calling. Coming, darling?” she grinned, stepping out of the room, not seeing if he was following her or not, but knowing he would be hot on her heels.

Wooded Path

Despite the sticks and twigs and leaves littering the ground, Carmen showed an agility never seen before as she traversed the path leading to the hot spring. She had discovered it by accident some years before and enjoyed using it whenever she was at the cabin. Happy to discover it was on her own property as well, she knew there would be no interruptions for an interlude with her husband. She looked over her shoulder to see how far back he was following, a little moan of pleasure escaping her lips as she anticipated getting him naked and pressed against her as soon as possible.

The spring wasn’t that far from the house, a short walk through the woods, and around a fallen log and they were there.

Hot Springs

“Here we are, my love. Just me and you.” she grinned, toying with the tie on her robe as she waited for Shane.

The sight before them was one of tranquility – harmony with nature in this small forest that was behind Carmen’s cabin. She truly had paradise right on her backdoor step. Shane was in no rush, as she spirited off ahead of him; maneuvering her way along the path with all the grace of a leopard or jungle cat. The rippling of her black robe as it flowed in her wake was teasing, and she kept looking back to see if he was keeping up. Shane could only smile wider as he caught on to her enthusiasm. Like she was 19 again. How he would have loved to have met her earlier….before everything in his life changed. What would it have been like to be human with her? To have children. This thought was quickly pushed aside, as he didn’t want to dwell on what could never be. He had to accept the fact that they were undead. It was by choice, and once you choose your fate, forever will it dominate your destiny. Shane knew he was blessed in one way. He had her. And for this short spell in the woods, he had her all to himself.

Reaching the hot spring, he reached up to his buttons, and slowly started to undo them, as she toyed with the tie on her robe. If he had been any hornier, he would have torn it off with his teeth. But he just continued to undress slowly, as his eyes drank her in.

“So beautiful…so truly beautiful.” He was of course referring to Carmen, but he could have meant the spring. He slipped his shirt off, and hung it on a lower branch of a tree, before starting to untie his belt to his pants. Oh…he was going so slowly. Was he being a tease? Probably.

“I want to watch you wade in, Love.” Shane said, a smirk upon his lips, before it faded to a more serious expression. “I want to capture this moment…so every time I close my eyes, I see the sweet globes of your ass about to descend into the waters.” If she went to disrobe, he would slide of his pants, and boxers, before waiting to join her.

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Carmen stood at the edge of the spring, eyes completely focused on the man standing in front of her.

“So beautiful…so truly beautiful.” he stated, reaching up to remove his shirt and handing it on a low-laying branch.

“I agree.” she smirked, catching some of his surface thoughts. As he undid his belt on his pants, she undid the tie on her robe, drawing it off and letting it fall to the ground. The silk material slid to the sides, teasing him with glimpses of her naked form. Two could play this game…and she was determined to be the winner.

He undid the button on his pants, before drawing the zipper down as he kept his eyes on her. Her hand reached up and with teasing touches, slid down her body, between her breasts and down her stomach, stopping short at the juncture of her thighs before sliding back up again.

“I want to watch you wade in, Love.” he stated, a smirk on his lips before she saw his expression become serious. Oh no! That wouldn’t do at all! A Serious Shane was no fun. “I want to capture this moment…so every time I close my eyes, I see the sweet globes of your ass about to descend into the waters.”

“Hmm…I think I can accomodate you on that.” she whispered, turning her back toward him. She slid the robe from her shoulders and gravity dragged the material across her skin to fall to the ground. She stood in the moonlight, illuminated by the glow. She didn’t know how she appeared to look to him, but she could feel it in his soul as he stared. She dipped a toe into the warm water before carefully stepping in deeper, wading to the center of the spring before diving beneath the waters to wet her hair. After a moment, she resurfaced, slicking her hair back from her face. She turned to face Shane, her eyes bright with desire for her mate.

“Shane…” she whispered, her voice easily carrying to his sensative hearing. He would be able to hear the need in her voice, the plea for him to complete her in ways no one ever has before.

So…the minx was going to be just as much a tease as he was being. What they say is very true; if its that good, its worth the wait, and to see Carmen in her naked glory easily had a man salivate. If the twins were here, there was no doubt in his mind that they would already be fucking her senseless, sandwiching her between them. But they weren’t here, and he knew he would have her…in oh so many ways.

Watching her dive under the water, with the ripple from her body as she glided beneath the blue, Shane finally started to dip his foot in, before she surfaced and swept back her hair demurely. That was it for him. He took four steps and descended into the warm waters, before suddenly disappearing under. At first there was a ripple..then nothing. No air bubbles…no sound. The water turned a brilliant blue, and if Carmen was standing still, she would feel a flutter move past her legs, then dash away.

The sounds of the night forest animals became a chorus, and the still of the water might have her wondering just what he was doing. She may even call out his name…wondering if he was alright, but…he didn’t need air in his lungs. He could stay under the water for as long as he needed too, and he had a very good reason for staying under. Carmen may feel something…something grip onto her thighs, and pull them apart slightly, before the sensation of a wayward tongue delved between her folds. He was going to have her cry out his name alright…and probably scare the birds.

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She eyed Shane as she came back to the surface, water sliding down her body in rivulets.

He seemed to come to a decision as he dipped a foot in before diving beneath the surface of the water. At first there was the ripple of his body sliding through the water…and then nothing. No air bubbles to mark his location, as they didn’t need to breathe, no splashing…nothing. Carmen felt something brush against her leg and turned quickly.

“Shane?” she called, wondering what he was up to. She could sense him close by, but the steam from the spring was obscuring even her enhanced sight.

Hands wrapped around her thighs and she gasped in surprise as her legs were pulled apart. The sensation of a tongue pressing between her folds caused her to cry out and her eyes to close in ecstacy.

“Oh fuck!” she moaned as she struggled to keep her head above water. But it was no use, the sensations were too much as Shane thrust his hot tongue in and out of her body. She slipped beneath the warm waters, overcome with desire as she clutched at his hair. She was as good as caught in his raging desire for her…exactly where she wanted to be.

The water allowed her to place her legs over his shoulders and ride out the sensations he was causing to her body. Floating in a puddle of want and need for her mate, she simply…let go.

She could feel her orgasm approaching with all the subtlety of a freight train moving at a high rate of speed. She had been turned on the moment they left the house and she knew she wouldn’t last long under his onslaught.

She practically exploded in his arms, the sounds of her crying his name muffled beneath the water’s surface.

She let go…and fell apart…knowing he was there to catch her and put her back together again.

That was how he was.

The intensity that gripped Carmen was felt by Shane, as he was submerged with her legs locked around him and her arms floating free with the rest of her body. He had all the control on how to delve into her with his long tongue, till she shuddered violently holding on with a vice like grip till she loosened and simply let herself float. Warm already from the tepid waters, Shane disentangled himself from her legs, and broke the surface, smiling as he did so. His lover must have been positively lusty from the moment they left the house, and his teasing only fueled the fire that was burning within her. Rising up from the water, with droplets coursing down his body, he flicked his head back, with a spray of water going behind him.

Shane scooped up Carmen in his arms, and held her close to his body, his arms reaching under her pits, so she was raised slightly higher and he could weave his fingers through her wet hair, whilst covering her mouth in a hungered kiss. Shane pulled her so close, that she could wrap her legs around his waist and feel the press of his hardened member, tapping at the inside of her inner thigh and just under.

The waters rippled around them with the moon’s rays now illuminating the hot springs. It was simply magical to look at and to be in the midst of this setting, making love to his woman, there was no place he wanted to be but here. He drew away from the kiss, just holding her, staring into her eyes. Water ran down his face, and dripped off his chin. He would normally have some wicked quip, or something cheeky to say, but nothing could come to mind, when it was filled with her. The water lapped against them, causing a little sound and he found his words.

“This is all I ever wanted.”

He began to kiss her chin, moving down to her neck, and started to nip at her hungrily, while his hands lowered, and he pulled her down onto the head of his aching member. “Carmen…” He hissed, as he started to make love to her…slowly…

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“You know how to show a girl a good time.” she whispered to him. Without a word, he scooped her up into his arms and practically melded her body to his. She wrapped her arms around his neck while his fingers dived into her hair, his mouth covering hers in another hungry kiss. His arms went around her back and he pulled her tightly to him, so tight she could wrap her legs around his waist.

That’s exactly what she did, gripping him tightly as she felt the press of his hardened member pressing against her.

The water rippled around their moving bodies as they hungered for each other, Carmen making small whimpering sounds in the back of her throat.

He drew back from the kiss and she dragged passion-glazed eyes upward to see him staring at her, something akin to awe in his eyes.

“What is it, love?” she whispered, not wishing to disrupt their peaceful interlude.

“This is all I ever wanted.” he stated. She smiled at him then, brushing a hand across his cheek.

“And you’re all I ever needed.” she whispered.

He began to kiss her chin, moving downward to her neck where he started nipping at her as the hunger grew between them. His hands moved lower and he pulled her down onto the head of his hardened member.

“Carmen…” he hissed as he began to slowly thrust inside of her.

“Shane. My love…my heart…my all.” she moaned, letting her head fall back as he made love to her.

The warmth of the water around them created a delicious friction between them. She moaned deeply as he feasted upon her flesh. There was no need to draw blood between them as they would do that before falling asleep for the day, for this, the love flowing between them, was what sustained their appetites at this moment.

Beneath the moon, two lovers, one mind, one heart, one soul found solace together…a harmony none could match.

There would be struggles and battles between them of course, they were two strong individuals in their own right…but what they accomplish together would be talked about for decades.

Carmen squeezed her inner muscles around him, wanting the moment to last for as long as possible. Daylight was a few short hours away and their time was precious to them both. She wanted to make every minute they were together count.

Unknown to the two lovers…a pair of eyes were watching their every move…

Were they Friend or were they foe?

The look on Kyoko’s face was incredulous. The Prince was offering her a chance to use all that she had learned, and maintain her rank. Everything she had worked for in her life up to leaving her homeland revolved around her career and her position, which she had been very proud of. Her initial thoughts were that as a Princess she would not ever be able to set foot out of the palace, and be seen and not heard. This…was a true gift, and one that she was truly thankful to be offered.

The more he spoke, the better it sounded. He would of course be her Senior, and she had no qualms with working beneath him and taking orders. It was all par of the course, when in the Brigade. The clincher, was being able to invite one of her Senior Master Sergeants to be transferred from Nephilim. It would mean that neither of them would be returning however, so she knew it would be a big ask on her behalf.

Truth was she loved her old life, and if this gave her even a moment to experience the thrill of action again, then she would grasp it with both hands.

“I accept your proposition, Your Highness. As soon as I am able, I will contact my Brigade and see who is up to be transferred here.” Her smile grew as she admitted a truth. “You don’t know what this means to me.”

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