A Secret Baby for the Vampire

by Wylder, Jasmine

  Lloyd was standing at the doorway. “Why did you do that?”

  “She was drunk.”

  “So?”

  “It wouldn’t be fair to take advantage of her.”

  Lloyd narrowed his eyes, his pupils turning to accusatory slits. “You saw how she was all over me. If you hadn’t interfered, she would’ve been mine.”

  “Well. Get over it.” Foster pushed past his step-brother, knowing deep down, he had done the right thing, even if his dick was very upset with him.

  Chapter Five

  Lloyd was just about to follow his brother out of the apartment when someone grabbed his wrist. “Please…” Emily’s heavily-inebriated voice sounded desperate as her fingers tightened around his wrist, trying to pull him back inside. “Stay. Stay. I’m not… drunk.” She swallowed back a hiccup and tried to stay upright, but her whole world was spinning. It took every ounce of her concentration to stop herself from tumbling forward.

  Lloyd looked down at her, noticing her hiked up skirt and slightly unbuttoned blouse. He was about to reach forward and fondle her when Foster stepped in, yanking his arm away. “What do you think you’re doing?” He hissed at his step-brother.

  He was about to step inside and help Emily back to bed when Lloyd grabbed him by the scruff of the neck. “I’ve had enough of you getting in my way. Get out.” He ordered, his eyes flashing with anger as he stepped forward, wrapping an arm around Emily’s waist. She giggled, resting her head on Lloyd’s chiseled chest, her fingertips gripping the fabric of his shirt.

  “Stay.” She urged them both, her eyes moving from one brother to the other. “I could get into something more… comfortable.” She was struggling to pronounce her syllables as a mischievous smile painted her face, her lipstick now smudged in various places. “Foster… don’t.” She paused, stumbled forward, and laughed. Foster caught her in his arms, gently easing her onto the couch. “Don’t be a party pooper!” She playfully hit his shoulder and laughed, swinging her head back dramatically. “I want you both.” She paused again, looking at the two men for effect before she giggled to herself. “To spend the night with me. We can have a lot of fun. A lot.”

  “Listen, Emily. You’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re saying.” Foster cautioned.

  “She can’t be that drunk. She’s still talking.” Lloyd countered. “I think she’s fine and if she wants us to stay, who are we to deny her?”

  “Yeah!” Emily agreed, vigorously nodding her head. She was about to get up when her dizziness caught up with her. She tumbled and fell into Lloyd’s lap. He grinned, his arms instantly wrapping around her, his hands creeping toward her ass.

  “That’s enough. We can’t stay.” Foster’s voice was tense as he stood up, his stance wide and his face stoic. “I’m done playing this little game. You know this is wrong Lloyd, so quit thinking with your dick for once.”

  At the word dick, Emily burst into a fit of giggles, her hand covering her mouth before she buried her face in Lloyd’s chest. “So, what do you want us to do?” Lloyd asked, seemingly annoyed. He could feel his cock throbbing in his pants. He wanted this woman so bad, but he couldn’t do anything with his step-brother constantly on his tail.

  “We leave her here to sober up. Besides…” Foster pulled out his phone, looking at the time. “Sunrise is in twenty minutes. We have to go.”

  “Is it time already?” Lloyd let out a heavy sigh before he got up, holding Emily in his arms. His hand rested on her ass, slowly creeping under her skirt before Foster gave him an accusatory look. Grumbling, he settled his hands over the skirt and draped her legs around his waist.

  “Don’t try anything while you’re in there,” Foster called out as he made his way out of the room.

  “I know. I know.” Lloyd answered grumpily. For a moment, he contemplated closing the door and having his fun with her, but he quickly decided against it. For one, it wouldn’t be worth the argument with Foster. And when he finally did have his fun with Emily, he wanted it to last. All night long.

  “Stay put this time, okay?” He whispered as he laid her down on the bed. She shook her head and clung to his neck like a child.

  “I don’t want you to go… why can’t you stay?” She whined, puffing out her bottom lip in protest. “We can all fit on my bed…” To prove her point, she shimmied to the very edge of the mattress, nearly falling off. “See.”

  Lloyd chuckled softly before shaking his head. “We have to go.” Emily frowned, looking disappointed. Eventually, she let go of his neck, letting her arms fall limply by her side. “That’s a good girl. We’ll be back tomorrow.” He promised before he leaned down, kissing her lips with a rough passion. He struggled to pull away, but as he heard Foster clearing his throat at the doorway, he finally ended the kiss. Emily stared at him with a profound longing. She whimpered softly, but with the weight of Foster’s gaze on his back, he straightened out and walked away, turning his back on her.

  “Did you really have to kiss her?” Foster hissed as they approached the stairs.

  “I couldn’t help myself.” Lloyd shrugged. “You probably would’ve done the same thing.”

  “No, unlike you, I’m a gentleman. I actually respect women.”

  “Don’t act all righteous. You want her just as bad as I do.” Lloyd pointed out. “Don’t even try to deny it. I see the way you look at her. Besides, you practically spring a tent every time you see her.”

  “Do not.” Foster huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “Anyway, we need to get going. The sunrise is in a few minutes.”

  “I don’t know how time flew by so quickly. I could’ve sworn the night was just getting started…”

  “The humans have a phrase… Time flies when you’re having fun.” The two dragons laughed and started down the stairs.

  “Wait!” Emily’s voice rang out.

  “I thought I told you to stay put.” Lloyd was starting to get annoyed.

  “But…” Emily held on tightly to the railing. “Why can’t you stay?” She asked, her cheeks bright red from the Dragon’s Ale.

  “We just can’t, okay?” Lloyd took another step down the stairs. “We have to go.” His voice left no room for argument, but Emily was persistent. She feared being alone. The thought of spending yet another lonely night in her apartment terrified her. All she wanted was some company. Was that too much to ask for?

  “Look, Emily, we can’t.” Foster pipped up. He could hear the depression in her voice. In that moment, he wanted nothing more than to stay with her, but he knew it was impossible. Once the sun started to rise, he would no longer be able to maintain his human form.

  “Why not?” She raised her voice, getting on her tippy toes. As she did, she tottered on the edge of the stairs, suddenly losing her battle with gravity. Lloyd whipped out his arm in reaction, catching her before she could hit her head. Gently, he eased her back into a standing position, their eyes level now. Emily slowly opened hers and gasped.

  “Lloyd! Your eyes.” She pulled back, feeling a chill run down her spine, but she couldn’t look away. Lloyd’s pupils were narrow slits that looked at her with momentary confusion.

  “Fuck,” Foster growled, his voice much deeper than usual. He could feel his fingers getting longer and longer as they began transforming into claws. “We have to go.” There was a desperate urgency in his voice as he gripped his step-brother’s arm.

  “Tell me what’s going on.” Emily insisted as she reached out and grabbed Foster’s wrist. The moment her skin made contact with his, however, she pulled back. “Ow!” She yelped, feeling like she had just burned the tip of her fingers. She fell back, landing on her ass on the top step. When she looked up, the two men were already running down the stairs. She couldn’t be certain, but she thought she noticed a scaly quality to their skin.

  She wanted to get up and run after them, but her mind had stopped working. Her right arm was numb after touching Foster. Looking down, the tips of her fingers were red and she could swear they were pu
lsating. With the music of the nightclub ringing in her ears, she continued to sit there, trying to grasp what she had just witnessed. She blinked multiple times, thinking maybe her eyes were deceiving her, but as far as she could tell her vision was fine. She even pinched herself to make sure she wasn’t dreaming, but she felt the sharp pain only reality could cause.

  Eventually, the DJ stopped playing and the rest of the patrons shuffled out of the nightclub. The bartender gathered all the scattered glasses, washing them and wiping the counter before leaving. As the manager locked up, the lights turned off, leaving Emily in the darkness. Still, she didn’t move. She hugged her knees, slowly sobering up as the hours crawled by.

  Finally, she got up. She struggled to straighten herself out, feeling like her joints had locked in their bent positions. Slowly, she dragged her feet back to her apartment, letting the door slam behind her. She leaned against it, feeling her heartbeat quicken suddenly. “What just happened?” She whispered to herself. As she closed her eyes, Lloyd’s cat-like irises came back to haunt her. She shook her head, trying to forget about it before she walked toward the bathroom, stripping off her clothes before crossing the threshold.

  She turned on the water before stripping down completely. Slowly, she stepped into the shower, letting the water rush down her body. The stream was frigid, waking her senses. She gasped, taking in deep breaths to replenish her lungs. Her body felt sluggish and heavy from the Ale. In that moment, she vowed never to take another sip of the potent alcohol. It was just too strong.

  As she grabbed her body wash, her head felt like it would explode. There were a million questions running through her mind. What had she seen? Why couldn’t the men stay the night? Why was Foster’s skin scorching hot? Emily realized that no matter how hard she thought about it, she wouldn’t find the answers she was looking for. So, she just started washing her body, slowly soaping her chest.

  She took her large breasts into her hands and closed her eyes, trying to wash all the night’s drama away. Her fingertips circled around her dark areoles, feeling the slightly bumpy surface before she caressed one of her nipples, feeling it react to her touch. It was already starting to harden and as she continued to play with it, back and forth, back and forth, it just got harder and harder.

  Soon, Emily was moaning softly under her breath. She leaned against the shower wall as her hand ran along her wide hips before resting on her thighs. She slowly spread her legs, her fingers dancing over her skin before they ran along her clit. She bit her lip, trying keep from moaning, but as her finger continued to tease her sensitive pussy, she just couldn’t help it.

  Her moans echoed through the small shower stall as her fingers moved toward her entrance, slowly pushing inside. Emily didn’t even know why she was touching herself. Maybe it was the alcohol making her horny… or maybe it was the fact that she couldn’t get Lloyd and Foster to stay the night. She wasn’t worried about their strange eyes or heightened body temperature anymore. No, all she cared about was the way they always managed to make her wet by simply looking at her. There was just something about them. Maybe it was Lloyd’s upfront and confident personality or maybe it was Foster’s gentle manners, the way he always put her before himself. Whatever the case, Emily couldn’t stop her fingers from exploring her wet, eager pussy.

  She pushed in her middle finger deeper, moaning loud as she hooked it around, getting lost in her own fantasies…

  The two men were in bed with her, sandwiching her between them. They were all completely naked, their bodies rubbing against one another. Lloyd had his lips wrapped around her nipple, sucking at it hungrily as his hand fondled her other breast, kneading it between his fingers as she arched her back in pleasure, her fingers clutching the sheets.

  Foster moved down, settling between her legs, slowly prying them apart. His lips caressed her inner thigh as his fingers played with her pussy, flicking her clit back and forth. “That’s it, baby… moan for us.” Foster’s voice was soft and seductive as he looked into her eyes. Emily felt her heartbeat quicken, faster and faster until she was breathing hard. Her fingers tangled into Lloyd’s hair, pulling him closer. He growled playfully, his teeth biting down on her nipple, tugging at it until she yowled with pleasure.

  Taking the reins, Lloyd pushed Foster out of the way as he straddled Emily’s body, pinning her to the bed, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. He leaned down, biting and sucking on her neck, leaving behind a hickey as his hands ran along her body, roughly groping her chest and then her thighs, prying her legs apart as he pushed his dick against her already wet entrance.

  Seconds later, Foster pulled his step-brother out of the way. The two men growled as if they were animals fighting over territory. Their eyes locked, their pupils flattening into slits as they squared off.

  “Please…” Emily’s soft voice crept between them, pulling them away from their hostility. “Can’t you both…?” Her cheeks turned red at her own request.

  “At the same time?” Lloyd asked, raising an eyebrow in question.

  She nodded in agreement.

  Foster grinned. “I wouldn’t have thought of it myself… but your wish is our command.” He cupped her face in both hands as his thumbs rubbed against her cheeks. He kissed her lovingly, his tongue slowly entering her mouth and tangling with hers.

  The second Foster pulled away from the kiss, Lloyd’s fingers dug into Emily’s hips before turning her over. His arms hooked around her waist, pulling her up until she was on all fours. Holding her steady, he pressed his tip against her eager pussy as his fingers flicked over her clit, teasing her.

  Emily moaned out, tilting her head back as her lips transformed into a perfect little O. Foster positioned himself before her, waiting for her to calm down before he guided her head toward his already rock-hard cock. It twitched in anticipation as her succulent lips got closer and closer. Emily’s blue eyes sparkled as she licked her lips, eager to taste him. Gently, Foster ran his fingers through her white-blond hair. “That’s it, baby girl…” He groaned with pleasure as her hot mouth wrapped around the tip of his cock, her tongue flicking all around.

  His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he bucked his hips forward, forcing his cock further into her mouth. As Emily sucked harder her tongue danced along the underside of his throbbing dick. Suddenly, she was rammed forward as Lloyd plunged inside of her.

  She screamed against Foster as her back arched and her toes curled. Emily felt like Lloyd would rip her apart. He was so big. The corners of her eyes watered as his thick girth pushed into her tight pussy. She struggled to stretch around him as her velvet walls quivered with pleasure.

  Foster tangled his fingers into her curly hair, guiding her mouth further down his cock. Slowly, he started to bob her head up and down as Lloyd rocked his hips with a steady rhythm, making her moan louder and louder. Foster could feel the vibrations of her moans running along the length of his cock, driving him insane.

  Lloyd picked up the pace, his fingers digging into her hips as he fucked her faster and faster. The whole bed rocked with their efforts. His motions were rough and quick. Soon, his balls were slapping against her wet pussy. Emily moaned loudly, nearly screaming at this point as her pussy became red and raw. Her thighs were shaking and her fingers tightened around the sheets as she did everything she could to stop her impending orgasm, feeling like it would blow her away.

  Her heart hammered so loud that she could barely hear the sound of their lovemaking. Her mind was growing numb and she couldn’t think straight. Lloyd was plunging in and out of her like a piston while Foster kept hitting the back of her throat. Emily wanted this moment to last forever, but she was quickly climbing toward the edge and she couldn’t stop herself. With her mouth stuffed with Foster’s cock, she screamed out, experiencing the best orgasm of her life, her juices coating Lloyd’s rock-hard shaft.

  Breathing hard, Emily slid to the ground, her juices dripping down her thighs. She panted, trying to regain her composure after the viv
id fantasy. She opened her eyes and frowned as she realized she was still in the shower. It had felt so real. She bit her lip and slowly pulled out her fingers from her pussy, seeing them glisten with her juices. She sighed and sat there for a moment, the water running down the drain and disappearing. She wondered if she would ever get to experience the two men at the same time or if it would be nothing more than a fantasy.

  Chapter Six

  For the next few days, Emily did everything she could to forget about the two men. She even considered backing out of the business deal, but when she saw how busy the bar was with the new alcohol, she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Even if they had abandoned her a few nights ago, they were still importing the infamous Dragon’s Ale that managed to sell out every evening.

  Emily sighed and leaned against the railing. There was still a slight burning in the back of her throat and she wondered how long the Ale’s taste would linger within her system. It seemed strange that any alcohol would have such a lasting effect. Still, the patrons seemed to love it and she couldn’t argue with profits.

  As she closed her eyes, she remembered her shower fantasy and blushed. She couldn’t even quite understand why she had imagined herself in a threesome with the brothers, especially after they left under such strange circumstances. Emily had yet to come up with an explanation for Lloyd’s strange pupils and she didn’t know how it was humanly possible for someone’s skin to be so hot that it burned. All she managed to do was convince herself that she had in fact seen their skin turn scaly – almost reptilian. But that’s insane. Foster and Lloyd were just normal guys. Right?

  Emily was no longer sure.

  As she let out a long heave, she straightened herself out and felt someone’s presence behind her. Whipping around, she saw Foster standing there, a single rose between his fingers. Emily immediately narrowed her eyes at him. “What do you want?” She asked curtly.