He stood at the door and took a flying leap through the air to land on top of her on his hands and knees. He dipped his head and nuzzled her hair, then her neck, before his teeth delicately bit into her earlobe. He sucked gently.
Keisha gasped as the tingling began in her ear, traveled down her neck, puckered her nipples, and made her pelvis twitch forward. Yuri responded with a low chuckle and ground himself against her.
“See what not having you for a few nights has done to me? I’ll probably have to fuck you until you pass out for the night. Even then, I may not be satisfied.”
“Sounds good to me.” Keisha had one hand on his shoulder, pulling his head down for a kiss. Her other hand rubbed him through his slacks, feeling the contours and ridges harden even more to her touch.
“There are all of these pesky clothes in the way.” She pouted.
“First one naked gets to choose the first position.” Yuri was already off of the bed and stripping.
“No fair.” Keisha furiously pulled off her pants, yanking her panties off along with them. She already kicked off her shoes and was naked from the waist down, when she saw Yuri standing next to the bed, naked and obviously ready.
Keisha sighed with pleasure as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse, “Oh, Lord, Yuri. You are magnificent to look at. You have the body of a Norse god—sculpted in white marble, with muscles and abs to die for. Come here and let me lick you.”
Yuri growled in a low voice, “How convenient that you should offer, since I win and that’s what I was going to demand you do.”
“Demand? You have only to ask.” Keisha slowly crawled over to the edge of the bed. She ran both hands from his narrow hips up to his broad shoulders.
“Mmm, yummy,” she began. Then she licked at first one then the other of his tiny hard nipples. She swirled her tongue around them, biting gently and then licked at the tiny drops of blood her fangs caused.
Yuri sucked in a large, audible breath. His hands finished unbuttoning her blouse and he eased it off of her shoulders. The only clothing she still wore was a pastel pink lacy bra. One hand played with the clasp, and then he shook his head.
“No, I think I will leave it on. The contrast between the light color and your beautiful chocolate skin is too enticing to resist.”
Keisha shrugged. “Your choice, since you won. As for that...”
Her head lowered and she licked delicately at the blood-red droplet that leaked out from under his foreskin, stretched as it was to the limits by the hardness it barely contained. She used one hand to pull it back and bent her head to take the head of his penis into her mouth, sucking it in and clamping her lips around it. Her tongue swirled around as if it were an all-day sucker that she wanted to finish in an hour.
Yuri shifted position with his legs planted firmly on the ground and his knees braced against the bed. His pelvis pushed even further forward and his fingers wrapped in her short curly hair.
Keisha looked up at him and smiled, then swallowed his hardness in one movement. Yuri gasped as he felt himself hit the back of her throat. Her throat muscles gripped his length, creating a suction which drove him wild. Her tongue continued to swirl around the base, where her fingers massaged his balls and gently pulled on the hairs that tickled her face. He pushed himself further in and then pulled back, only to push himself in again. His hands shook in her hair as he moaned. Keisha took her time, swallowing again and again—each time pulling him back into her mouth so far that he felt his balls against her chin.
“No,” he growled in a low voice, “I want to come inside of your hot pussy. I won so it’s my choice.”
She let him out of her mouth gradually as he pulled back. Her tongue continued to swirl around the leaking opening, smearing his fluids all around. Her hands toyed with the furry sac below.
“I’ll try not to be too disappointed,” she said.
He pushed her back into the center of the bed, crawling up to loom over her. He leaned his head down and licked around her lips, then crushed them with his own. His tongue forced its way into her mouth and he tasted himself. One of his hands explored her body, working its way down to her curls. As his tongue plundered her mouth, his fingers plunged into her slick crevice. His thumb swirled in circles around her clit, pushing the hood back further each time. Two fingers delved in, scissoring open each time to get her ready for him. She stiffened and sighed as she came with her eyes rolling back in her head.
Yuri smiled. “Now let me enjoy that lacy thing you still have on...”
He positioned himself so that he was on his knees in between her thighs. He leaned over and used both hands to push her breasts together, creating maximum cleavage.
“Oh yeah, I really like this color on you.” His tongue poked out and he licked one nipple, and then sucked at it through the flimsy fabric. Keisha moaned. He paid the same attention to the other nipple. She squirmed and twitched. One hand trailed along her torso and down to her upper thighs. He stroked at them, caressing the inner folds of her thighs and applying pressure upwards while he bit at the nipple in his mouth. Keisha gasped as she came again.
With a growl, Yuri pushed his pelvis forward and buried himself in her until his balls slapped against her. He ground himself in, forcing himself as far into her as he could go, then he began to swirl his prick around as his fingers had done, stirring her into frantic actions.
Keisha cried out and clutched at his shoulders. He gripped her hips with both hands and moved her around to give himself maximum entry and pleasure. His fingers dug into her skin as he moved her faster and faster. The blood-sweat ran down his face, the cords in his neck pushed to the surface, and he grimaced with the nearness of his explosion. He howled and jammed himself so deeply into her that Keisha thought she would taste his cum as it shot out of him in massive spurts. His prick throbbed within her sheath. Her muscles spasms urged him to come again and again, as they shared multiple orgasms that seemed unending.
With a massive shudder, Yuri collapsed onto her, heedless of his weight. Keisha let out a whoosh of air, then wrapped her arms around his body and held him tightly.
For a long time neither of them spoke.
Yuri finally broke the silence. “See how much I’ve missed you? Sleeping next to you each day, yet unable to have you? It’s been torture.”
Keisha giggled softly. “Considering how tightly you gripped my hips, I’m going to look like I’ve been tortured. Those bruises will be around for a while.”
Yuri rolled off to one side and crooked his elbow, resting his head on his hand. The other hand caressed her face.
“Did I hurt you?”
Keisha shook her head. “No. I have to say, I’m not sure if we flew through some turbulence or if that was all you. That was phenomenal.” Her hand moved down to grasp his still semi-tumescent rod. “Let’s do it again.”
Yuri smiled at her. “You see why I love you? I was already in love with your intelligence before I even met you. The pictures I saw of you in the scientific journals didn’t do you justice. Then when I met you, I was smitten. Now you bind me to you with cords of steel around my heart.”
“And around your balls?” she asked, batting her eyelids at him.
He chuckled. “Around any part of me you want. I can feel the night waning. We don’t want to waste any precious time. Now, as for round two...”
* * * *
In the master bedroom on the plane, Casimiro sighed with pleasure as he collapsed into his lover’s arms.
“They are making love again,” Apolinar observed.
“Yes. What better way is there to spend the time while you are in a plane?”
“Agreed. They seem well-suited. I’m happy for them.”
Casimiro rolled off to one side and pulled Apolinar over to tightly spoon against him.
“Let’s hope we can find a way to ensure her safety,” he said as he nuzzled into the space behind Apolinar’s ear. He gently bit and licked at the droplets of blood.
“Yes,” Apolin
ar replied.
They both dropped off into the unconscious sleep of the totally-satisfied, differently-animated, undead.
Chapter Sixteen
As it turned out, it was dawn when they landed at the private airport just outside of Cancun. The four passengers slept soundly all day while the crew watched over the plane. The copilot was a new hire, who thought he would be released from duty the moment the plane landed.
“What gives? Why can’t we find the nearest no-tell motel with hot and cold running señoritas?”
The senior pilot smiled at him while lighting a cigarette.
“We are paid to stay with the plane until the passengers get off.”
“From what I heard, there was a whole lotta gettin’ off going on back there right before we landed.”
The older man’s eyebrows rose. “That, son, is none of our business. Like I said, we are paid very well to provide service. No matter what that service might be. Staying with the plane while they sleep all day is a small price to pay for the amount deposited in your bank account by them tonight. Take my advice: don’t ask questions and next time, bring a book.”
He waved his I-pad at the younger man and indicated the cover of the ebook he planned to read.
“How come some of the crew members are so tired? If we are paid to be up all day after an over-night flight, why are they allowed to nap?”
“Most of us take turns napping, and then being awake. As long as there are a few awake at all times, it’s alright.”
“Armed? What kind of trouble do they expect?”
“Didn’t I tell you not to ask questions? What, you don’t know about the huge profits made by drug-runners and the violence that goes with it? We are relatively safe, since this is a private airport. But it pays to be vigilant...that’s part of why we earn such big bucks. Take it from me, son. This is one of the easiest gigs you will ever have and pays more than most. Nap now if you want to or find something else to do. We can all leave once the passengers are awake.”
“When will that be?”
“When the sun goes down.”
“Don’t you think that’s odd?”
The pilot shook his head at the younger man.
“Son, we’re not paid to think.”
He picked up his I-pad and touched the screen to illuminate it.
With a sigh, the copilot went to sit in one of the passenger seats and promptly fell asleep, dreaming of the sin and debauchery he planned on experiencing once he was allowed to leave the plane.
* * * *
Once night fell, the passengers all showered and changed. They met outside the plane on the runway. Casimiro dismissed the crew, thanking them for their various services and promising that the money he owed each of them was transferred to their accounts.
The air was hot and humid, perfumed with the smell of flowers from the many native plants thriving just beyond the fence separating the airport from the untended land beyond. Keisha breathed in deeply with a smile on her face.
Apolinar grinned at her. “Enjoying the luscious flowering plants of the Yucatan, my dear?”
She nodded. “I’m so glad that when I do remember to breathe, I can still smell. Without the ability to smell, taste would be impossible also. All I had to do was look at those flowers, and I wanted to experience their fragrance. It’s heavenly. What are they?”
Apolinar drew in a breath. “Most likely orchids...they thrive here. I also note coral beans and bromeliads. A lovely combination, don’t you think?”
“It’s like the very air is perfumed.”
Yuri adjusted his shirt, frowning. “It may be perfumed but it’s humid as hell. How can mortals stand living in this? I feel like I’m still wet from my shower and I know I dried off.”
Casimiro joined them, after having dismissed the crew.
“This is why I rarely visit our holdings down here. If Apolinar visits in the winter, I might join him for a short while. The heat and humidity get too much for me after just a short time. If I have to have heat, I prefer the dry heat of Arizona. This is too much moisture for me.”
Apolinar grinned at his mate. “That’s because you and Yuri were born in the God-forsaken lands way up north, where neither man nor beast can enjoy the weather.”
He shuddered and turned to Keisha. “Have you ever been up to northern Russia? It’s so damn cold that even we feel it. I can’t abide it. As a mortal, it probably would have killed me. Even as a vampire, I find it unpleasant. I don’t know how anyone chooses to live in that.”
Yuri and Casimiro smiled at each other and shrugged.
“To each their own, eh, Yuri?”
He nodded. “I’d take Siberia over this place. Hopefully we won’t need to be here for long.”
“I hate to break up this fascinating weather discussion and all, but isn’t someone supposed to teach me how to fly? I mean, do I just start running and flap my arms or what?”
Apolinar let out a bark of laughter. “Uh...no. That would be a most undignified way to do anything. Speaking as the elder of this group, there’s no fucking way I’d flap my arms in front of any of you.”
Yuri smiled and turned to Keisha. “All you have to do is imagine yourself up in the air, my sweet. Remember when you were first turned and in the shower? I heard you scream and ran in, only to find you floating in the air.
“Good thing you did, because I had no idea how I got up there. The minute you ran in, I fell so fast I was afraid I’d break something when I hit the ground.”
He nodded. “You would have but I caught you. Do you remember what you were thinking before you floated up there?”
“Um...oh yeah, I was creeped out because I couldn’t find my pulse. I wanted to run away from you because I was so scared and the only window was really high up over the shower. I thought if I could only get up there, maybe I could squeeze my big ass through it.”
Yuri placed his open palm on one of her butt cheeks and fondled it appreciatively.
“I like the size of your ass. It’s perfect the way it is, my love.”
“Wait a minute, do you mean the reason I flew up to the ceiling was because I thought about being up there?”
“Yes. You merely need to think of defying gravity and you will. It’s a tricky thing to learn how to control at first. Once you are off the ground, you must be sure you don’t go too high up since even we will burn up in the atmosphere. There’s the problem of being hit by a bird...or a plane...”
“Okay, how do you move forward?”
“Same way. You just think of doing it and you will. Once again, controlling it is the issue so you don’t move too quickly to see where you are going.”
He nodded towards Apolinar and Casimiro, who were both suspended in mid-air behind her.
“See? They have long since learned how to control their movements. Once you get good at it, even long flights are not that hard. You just need to remember to stop when you feel weak so you can feed.”
“Good thing we had those bottles of warm blood before we got off the plane.”
Casimiro grinned. “Some of the crew are very well-paid for their extra services. We are not Mayans so we don’t demand that they suffer while they bleed for us. Some of them have gotten very good at finding veins. I ask them to fill the bottles at twilight because that way it’s still warm when we awaken.”
Keisha shook her head. “Do they know what you want it for?”
“They don’t care. Not with what I pay. Discretion and not asking questions are wonderful qualities in valued, long-time employees. In turn, their work is not arduous.”
Yuri now floated in the air also. He held out his hand but he was too high up for Keisha to reach it while she stood on the ground. She frowned.
“Uh, so I just have to think it, huh? Like this?” She furrowed her brow and concentrated. She shot up into the air so quickly that Yuri grunted from the force of their collision as he grabbed her.
“Easy, honey. You don’t need to go up so high.”
> She began to drop as he held her up.
“Nor do you need to fall. Just concentrate on staying in the air. Feel yourself floating on the warm night air. Just hover for a while until it feels more natural.”
Keisha giggled. “There’s nothing natural about a human being floating in mid-air, Mister. This is kind of cool. It’s like the air is a pillow, holding me up.”
“To go forward, you just think of yourself doing it, like this,” Yuri moved slowly away from the plane, still holding onto Keisha.
“Let go of me,” she said.
“Are you sure?”
“No, but I might as well try it myself.”
She hovered about three feet in the air, then propelled towards Yuri. He stayed just beyond her reach, holding out his hands in an encouraging manner.
“That’s it...just keep looking ahead so that you don’t run into anything.”
She glanced over at the other two men, who kept pace with them.
“This must be like crawling along with a baby for you guys, huh?”
Apolinar smiled, his teeth shining white in the moonlight. “I have long-since forgotten how I learned to do this. Like so much of what we are and know, I have no memories of the before-time. I don’t even dream anymore of what it was like to be a mortal. It’s kind of fun to see a fledgling doing something for the first time.”
Casimiro tapped his watch. “We need to get to the villa. It won’t take us long to get to Chichen-Itza but we should get moving soon.”
Keisha took a deep breath, which raised her up a foot higher in the air. She smiled, surprised. “Okay, how high up do you fly when you are purposely going somewhere?”
Yuri answered her, “High enough that we can’t be seen by the mortals on the ground. There’s really no way to give you a number, because you have no ruler to measure with and the height is different depending on the local air traffic and how many people are around. Besides that’s not the most important part. It’s not a matter of how high, but more of how quickly you move.” He nodded towards the other two, who were in front of them one minute and then simply gone into the night.
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