Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and I noticed his hands reach round for her breasts. He’d never done anal before, either as a vampire or human, and he was still rocking from the pleasure. In his newborn state, he was more than capable of coming all night long.
“Fuck me, my slaves, fuck me,” she commanded, and the pushing of Louis’s hips into hers made her bounce on top of me as I kissed her lips and rubbed her clitoris with the pointy bit of my index fingernail.
In minutes, we were all climaxing together and through the thin membrane separating his cock from mine, I felt Louis tremble and jerk his second load into her.
I had to have him; he was so pure.
Juniper watched as I fucked his ass, as we sat on our knees, me behind him. She watched and laid there, playing with herself. He was so incredibly tight and as I drank from his throat, he was drained of his innocence with each passing minute he allowed me to fuck his mind and body. Louis was no more the man he used to be. His mind dominated by pleasure, desire and bloodlust, he was extricated from his former self and at my will.
As I prepared to come inside his body, our skin together so cold still but our sexes so vital and hot, pulsing as though we still had hearts, she moved herself in front of Louis and aimed her behind at his turgid phallus. As I rode the both of them together, through hers and Louis’s thoughts I felt her squeeze round him and she rode one orgasm after another, demanding we hold off ours until she was done. I didn’t count the time but we were fucking for so long, she almost drained my wrist and his to keep her strength up. There was no doubt he and I would have to hunt again tonight and in the woods, we’d have to fuck each other again, too. Always the feeding made us more horny than we could control.
This was addiction. This was animal. This was nothing but need, want, take, desire. Give. Receive. Have. Pleasure. Experience. Everything. Being.
I’d loved her through the ages, that was true, but fucking like this was separate, so separate. While lusting and tasting each other and using each other so viciously, so violently, we weren’t ourselves. We were taken by the delirium and slaves to our urges.
“Come, you beasts,” she finally demanded. After watching so many orgasms of hers take place, I had lost count.
I took Louis’s arms and pulled them behind his back, my arms beneath his torso keeping him rigid. I took him so rigorously, he screamed with pleasure as a woman does; his body penetrated, his mind extracted. He was free. He sensed his balls toughen and turn to stone and I felt the same sensation, all our glands and sexes raw with need.
Juniper rubbed her breasts in the bed and stroked her clitoris, bashing back against Louis’s long, hard length, time after time, the constant shattering bolt of pleasure she felt also felt by Louis and me.
We all came together, the room shaking with awe, our howls and screams like those in terror, but just through such pleasure, we had no way of exclaiming our delight other than to let it tear from our dead hearts and lungs. Sex was the only way we could still feel alive.
I exploded deep inside his bowels and he poured himself far into her belly at the same time, her stomach kneading and squeezing tight around him.
We all fell down onto the bed, Juniper between us, our hands fondling and caressing each other in the aftermath.
After a short rest, one of her guards arrived. “You asked for me, Mistress?”
He looked at us all laid there and seemed pleased to find his shoddy work of containing Louis hadn’t proven a catastrophe. He tried to avert his eyes from her glorious body and I lashed my tongue to warn him away.
“Fetch fresh meat, the fresher the better. Two, I would say. None of us are leaving the castle again tonight and we need to feast. Be quick about it. If possible, bring girls. I want to toy with them first, give them something to remember when they reach the other side.”
AND that’s how our lust and feeding frenzy began, altogether. Something about Louis made Juniper and me crazy, so crazy, we forgot all the trials we’d gone through to finally be together. We also forgot the fact we’d stripped Louis of his former life and left him heartbroken, without Jaimie. His motive surely was revenge.
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LATER on, we took our threesome up into Juniper’s royal bedroom and didn’t leave her bed for a whole week, continually fucking, feasting on innocents and sleeping tight in each other’s arms, not a care in the world.
Seven days was enough for me to grow bored of it, however. The initial lust for our new trio wearing off, I had begun waking in the middle of the day (something I rarely did). I woke one day and looked to my Juniper, lying in my arms, her arms around Louis to the other side of her.
With them both sleeping, I didn’t need to fear my thoughts being read by my lovers. It took much energy to hide my true self from them during the night, holding up that mental barrier, but now in the quiet of their slumber, I felt at ease to think freely.
It had been just like this with Leticia except, in fact, she’d never let our lovers stay after their bodies had satisfied us. Our bedtime was reserved just for her and I. This, with Juniper and Louis, was unexpected and hurtful, yes, hurtful. I saw it at first as purely physical but now she lay facing him, her arms around him in sleep, I felt wronged, robbed.
I never, in all the hundreds of years I spent alone and wasting—waiting for my Juniper to reincarnate—thought it would come to this. I never wanted immortality for her nor this newfound aspect of our sex life. Juniper had suddenly become addicted to enjoying two men each night and I couldn’t imagine her changing her mind anytime soon.
It was clear I had been naïve, ignorant even. Leticia gave up her life, knowing Juniper would inherit not only her powers but her responsibilities, too. Some aspects of Leticia’s nature must’ve also passed to Juniper. Now I was in love with an immortal, powerful vampire queen, not a mere serving wench.
As I laid there, I began to welcome the thought of death because it was the only way my mental torment would end. I felt so alone, again, with nobody’s help to call on. Could I confide in Juniper that this wasn’t for me, or would she cast me out for denying her two men?
Had I thrown away Leticia when she was the only one who’d truly loved me? Did I want a human woman because I desired a reminder of what I could never get back? Now I was in limbo—no longer sure of anything, no longer content in the knowledge Juniper was my one, true love. I didn’t know anything for sure, not anymore. For a vampire, it could get to the point where once you took everything from a lover—their body, mind, soul, thoughts—there was nothing left to take and the thirst and hunger being quenched, another lover was the only way to revive the mystery of romance.
Juniper stirred and I wondered if my loud thoughts were threatening to wake her. She wriggled her soft bottom against my stomach and murmured, “Go to sleep, Fabien.”
So she could hear me? But how much had she heard?
At dusk I would insist we left the chamber and seek out the court to find out if anything had happened during our absence. I had to escape that bed; it was an endless, pointless cycle I didn’t want any part of. Not anymore.
LATER that day, after refusing my lovers—my excuse a bad mood—we joined others as everyone congregated in the Throne Room for daily commune.
People approached Juniper gingerly, their disputes fairly shallow and mundane, nothing extraordinary. She helped people settle their grievances and sent them on their way.
It had slipped all our minds that Leticia was still out there somewhere, so when a new vampire was admitted to court to seek our audience, it came as no surprise when he relayed this story…
“My name is Ramos,” the beautiful, coffee-skinned vampire announced, “I come with news.”
“How did you evade my detection? Where have you been hiding?” Juniper demanded, her fingers tapping threateningly on the arms of her marble throne.
“I don’t know,” he replied slowly, “I didn’t know you had a lock on all of us?”
His accent American,
he appeared to have come straight from the foreign continent. How long he had been travelling or where he had travelled from exactly, didn’t seem to matter.
“We’ve never met before. I am your new queen, Juniper. Did you know Leticia?”
He shook his head, bowing slightly in his modern clothes, a contrast to what the rest of us wore in the castle. At Juniper’s command I wore shirts with wing-tipped collars and red velvet pants. Louis was in modern clothes, however, jeans and a t-shirt. Juniper always wore the same outfit just in different shades—a full-length velvet dress, off-the-shoulder and fastening with hooks and eyes from top to bottom. That day’s shade was bolt-blue.
“I’m recently born,” the newcomer, Ramos admitted, “I heard of this place and travelled here direct from New York City. Our numbers are great. Did you not know?”
Juniper stood and walked round Ramos, circling him. She didn’t appear to have the same lust for him as she did for Louis when he first arrived. “Many? New York, you say?”
“Unchecked,” he announced to the room, “our numbers are unchecked. I escaped the madness to come here and ask for help in bringing order to our kind. Right now, there is no order.”
Juniper returned to her throne and shut her eyes, her mind focused on something. “My mother is overtaken, she knows I know…” Her face contorted while she and Leticia appeared to communicate. “…she’s no longer my mother… she’s fully her, Leticia. She is still powerful and what she gave me…” She grimaced, holding her cheeks, “…is but a fraction of her power. She has put up shields… in so many places,” Juniper groaned, her eyes squeezing shut, the mental connection becoming painful.
“Break the connection, Juniper,” I ordered, knowing how much Leticia could hurt people with only her thoughts.
“Can’t,” Juniper whispered.
I chased over to her and with my hands on her cheeks, demanded she look into my eyes. “Leticia, you will die. I will kill you. Let her go you cursed bitch, let her go!”
I felt Leticia pouring from Juniper’s eyes and she must have seen me and my anguish because she left Juniper’s mind almost immediately.
“That bloody harridan,” Louis cursed from behind me, “I never liked that woman!”
“She’s been controlling your mother-in-law for years. They collude, together!” I explained, my voice shaking. Just kill me and let this be over! I was tired of vying for happiness; it didn’t exist.
“This world… I hate this world!” Louis shouted, echoing my thoughts.
I comforted Juniper, knelt by her lap, my hands in hers. She sat for a while trying to get over the ordeal of having the wickedness of Leticia infiltrate her mind.
“Will she ever die, Fabien?” she whispered to me as the court around us whispered amongst themselves.
“Be gone, all of you!” I ordered, their chatter and combined thoughts driving me insane.
Least Leticia kept everything under control… least Leticia loved us… least Leticia didn’t have more than one favourite… Their thoughts went on, their insubordinate words aggravating me.
The room cleared of all but Juniper, Louis and I.
“Louis and I could go and kill the mother-in-law, but I cannot be sure she won’t find someone else weak enough to take their mind and body, too. She was so powerful for a reason… and she did keep order amongst our kind for hundreds of years!”
Juniper looked at me, red tears leaving her eyes. “I saw Jaimie, too! She is frightened. She knows the truth… about me… about you… about… everything. She knows our mother’s body has been invaded. She… is… scared… and trapped in that house with our mother. Leticia will try to use her to bargain with, you know it!”
“NO!” Louis barked, his holler shaking the castle walls. We both turned to look at him and he realised with shame, he had no claim to Jaimie, not anymore, not now. The only thing he could do was try to protect her and his unborn babies.
“I have foreseen this,” I admitted, revealing the truth in some part, “I must die to rectify this bad mess. I must go and end her life because it’s only with my death that Leticia will finally be vanquished. I know it. All this… it’s all because I refused to love her. I refused, I couldn’t, and I wouldn’t. I never will.”
“No, Fabien,” Juniper whispered, “you can’t. Please. Your place is by my side. I will die without you. I love you.”
I looked at Louis and saw it didn’t hurt for him to hear she loved me first and foremost. It had all been a mistake; our lust had carried us all away and yet for me, their joining had broken any romantic notions I once had for Juniper. Now, she was just another lover, not my innocent, young girl. She was this—a queen—threatened with overthrow.
I couldn’t explain the guilt I felt over breaking a family apart, nor the hatred I had for this new situation we found ourselves in. If I had to die, it may as well have been for glory and justice’s sake. It was my time to go. I was doomed, ill-fated, never to have true love, never to settle and be happy. I was ready for death.
“I have to go and you know it,” I argued, “I’m the strongest of all of us and I’m the only one she will listen to. Plus, none of you can fly like I can.” Not every vampire possessed the ability to transport as a bat. Juniper could teleport but the journey would render her weak at the other end.
“Go, then, if you must. You know I hate it though.”
“I leave now, then. I will have to fly all night.”
I wanted escape from that castle, from our predicament, and I wanted to be free of all this finally. My weary soul ached so much and with such agonising pain hanging over me, I didn’t know anything but the desire for death.
FABIEN
I FLEW ALL night so that when I arrived in York, I was exhausted. I had to feed immediately and I did, heading to the riverbank I used to stalk, feeding from a couple of men wandering home in a drunken daze. I couldn’t rest, though. It was time to face the demon, Leticia.
I found the family home on Tadcaster Road and as dawn broke, I thought I heard a body moving around in the house. In fact my supersonic hearing heard two bodies breathing, one still asleep, one moving about. I listened harder still and detected the body moving around had three heartbeats! So, the twins were okay and Jaimie was restless and awake. According to Louis, Jaimie could give birth any day. Due in September, it was unlikely she would carry to full term.
I jumped from the roof where I was stationed and landed in the back garden. When Jaimie saw me through the kitchen window, she jumped. Highlighted by the break of dawn, she no doubt saw the contrast of my natural skin against the light. Sunshine could only kill me if I were already near death.
I waited on the lawn of her mother’s unkempt property and realised Leticia had no doubt been the ruin of this family’s life for a long time.
Jaimie emerged in her dressing gown, her bulbous belly the dominating aspect of her otherwise slender figure. Carrying a cup of tea, she walked towards me and snarled, “What are you doing here?”
I watched the vein in her throat pump a mile a second and wanted her blood. Louis was right; her potency was alluring.
“Hush, Jaimie, and listen. The witch may wake any minute.”
Angry, she accused, “You did this.”
“I didn’t. It’s a long story but in fact, the heathen possessing your mother did all this.”
“No, you did this,” she said, strangled, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. “You showed up, made my husband that and now I will never get him back.”
She was extraordinarily beautiful in pregnancy and it made me ache, realising I would never see Juniper have this same gift of life.
“Where is she sleeping?” I asked quickly.
“The largest bedroom at the front. She has the front door key and one for the padlock for the fence over there. She won’t let me leave. I have no strength to fight this and no way can I escape over the fence with this.” She pointed at her large belly, in which two babies wriggled and kicked, almost ready to depart t
heir watery haven.
“The babies tell me they are getting too cramped; they will evacuate soon,” I warned her, “don’t you feel their heads going down?”
“You have to get me out of here,” she said, panicky. Her acceptance that I was her only saviour was quick; she understood the direness of the circumstance.
“Does she have powers or not?” I asked Jaimie.
“She’s not physically strong, just mentally, and she’s just very vicious and mean. She tried to gain access to my mind but she couldn’t.”
That was why I could never read Jaimie’s mind! She shared my ability to hold up a shield. Either that or she was very strong of mind. “Listen, Jaimie. I can go in there and kill her or we can escape, you and me. What would you have me do?”
She shook her head wildly, side to side. “Don’t kill her. Leticia will give up that body soon enough.”
I wondered how Jaimie knew so much. My guess was she’d been in telepathic communication with her twin sister Juniper and had seen half the story. The other half was mine.
“Drink your tea, dress and collect your things… quietly.”
Jaimie nodded and went indoors, doing as asked. She returned fifteen minutes later with a bag of things and a maternity dress hugging her every curve, every lump and bump. I had to hold my tongue from telling her she was the most magnificent thing I had ever seen.
“Come now, Jaimie. Did she wake?” I led her to the gate in the fence at the back of the garden and when we got there, I ripped the lock off.
“No. She enjoys a drink.”
“Oh. Well. Yes. She’s spent centuries unable to get drunk. It’s a luxury us vampires do not have.”
“Hmm. Well, do you think she’ll leave my mother alone now you’ve taken her prize away?” Jaimie looked up into my eyes, her bright-green stare taking me off guard. How I wished Juniper had never become one of us. The purity of her former soul was what I’d loved.
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