Michelle sent a pointed psychic barb his direction. “We will talk of this tonight. She does not know her position is the most dangerous place in all of Las Vegas.”
Poor Ana wasn’t aware of her peril. The girl had her priorities seriously mixed up.
He enjoyed the rest of the concert playing with his new pet, treating her to all the affection and attention she needed and wanted.
They returned to their room at the Caesar’s Palace at 3:00 a.m., their beautiful new pet in tow.
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Chapter 6
In the hotel room, Anastasia wanted champagne and strawberries, but Aaron wanted to ensure she maintained her health. He ordered her a full course meal. As an afterthought he added bottled water and juice. She would need to stay hydrated.
Michelle’s patience with the situation had worn thin. She watched Aaron closely, jabbing another psychic barb his way. “It may be too late, but she must be fully cognizant of all the repercussions.”
He barbed right back, “Tell her what you will. It changes nothing.”
Michelle stepped up to Anastasia, holding her gently. “There are things you should know about us, about the life you have chosen.”
He followed Ana’s thoughts. She was utterly seduced by the charming French purr of Michelle’s voice.
“The feelings you have with the bite, is from the venom. Is like a drug. You feel very excited, its wonderful! Comme c'est merveilleux! Is very sexual, but also addictive. There is no cure I know for the addiction … except permanent separation.”
He popped up as she spoke of separation. “That’s not happening!”
She stayed him with a hand on his shoulder, “She must know the truth.”
“Fine! But she’s not leaving.”
Ana put her hand atop Aaron’s in reassurance. “I’m not leaving, don’t worry.”
Michelle continued, “You understand what we are?”
Ana shook her head. “Not really, no––I have an idea, but I’m not sure.”
Michelle sent a furious spike of anger directed his way along with a scathing accusation. “She knows nothing of what you have done! She knows not what we are! Imbécile!”
She turned on him. “Avoir une araignée au plafond? Something about a spider on the ceiling. Metaphorically she had questioned his sanity. Her speech regressed to French as she became emotional.
“Quelle mouche t’a pique?” She made reference an irritating fly, the French equivalent of what’s gotten into you?
This was headed south fast. He tried to diffuse Michelle’s concerns. “She knows more than you think, more than she realizes. But let’s stop dicking around about it. Tell her what you’ve got to say. She needs to hear it.”
Michelle sighed in exasperation. “We are vampires … Oui? You understand?”
Ana’s eyes glittered with excitement. He followed her jumble of emotions through a roller coaster ride of fear, anxiety, and anticipation with a little too much adoration mixed in.
“This is so exciting, I’m not sure I understand it all, but I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I’m not going anywhere! You can’t scare me off that easily!”
Michelle eyed Aaron with one of her murderous looks. “She should be very afraid.” She spoke aloud to Ana. “You must understand. There is much danger to be close with us. This life will bleed you dry. The passions you feel can be deadly. Is too easy to hurt you. Your life will be at risk, always.”
Michelle held Ana’s hands looking her straight in the eyes, imploring her to see reason. It was a lost cause.
“Il est difficile de vaincre ses passions, et impossible de les satisfaire.” He understood her better this time, no metaphors. It is difficult to master your passions and impossible to satisfy them. She had quoted a famous line from De La Sabliére.
He kept a constant monitor of Ana’s thoughts. She had no grasp of the French, but she understood Michelle tried to talk her out of what she wanted most, to be with them.
“I know he won’t hurt me, not on purpose. I can’t explain it, but I know it’s true!” She looked back and forth between him and Michelle.
“Oui, Aaron tries very hard to maintain control. He is careful. He is respectful, usually. But this should not happen. You should not be with us. Is a mistake.”
He sensed Michelle’s pride in his normally rigid self-control. His caution and respect for women had been a complete surprise to her. Her only prior experience with a male vampire, her former master, had been a harsh lesson in extreme violence and sadism. Her master had enjoyed abusing women, using their frail bodies to feed and pleasure himself, discarding their corpses when he finished.
Ana continued pleading her case. “I can’t leave you, don’t you see? He is the only one, the perfect one for me. I know it. I can feel it.” She picked up Michelle’s hand and placed it over her breast to feel the beating of her heart in an attempt to explain the inexplicable. “He knows it too. He knows my heart. He understands me like no one else has ever understood.”
Ana glanced to Aaron for confirmation. He nodded silently, beginning to see the sensibility of Michelle’s entreaty, yet unwilling to let Ana go.
He lifted Ana into his lap, handling her hundred twenty five pound weight as if she were a child. He stroked her hair as she cuddled up in his arms. He refused to let her go and she refused to go. There was nothing for it. Nothing could change the situation.
Michelle sighed in resignation. “You must take care of yourself, be careful. Is too easy to have accidents with us.”
He stood up with Ana in his arms and walked her over to the table, depositing her in the chair with a fatherly peck on the forehead. “Michelle’s right, you need to eat and drink your fill. Room service is here.”
A knock on the door announcing, “Room Service!” proved him correct. He paid the bill and arranged the food on the table for Ana. She didn’t waste a second, immediately downing a glass of champagne while snacking on the strawberries. After picking at the food she got up and climbed back into Aaron’s lap with her third glass of champagne in hand.
Michelle made a final effort to change their minds, “I know how you feel together, is wonderful. And I feel the same with you both.” She kissed them each on the lips. “But you must face the truth. Every moment she spends with us is a risk to her life. In the end she will not survive this relationship.”
Michelle looked at the two of them sadly and embraced them in a group hug.
Anastasia held up her chin bravely and made her pledge. “I don’t care. There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than here with you. I can’t stand to live without you. So it doesn’t matter. I swear I’ll never leave!” Tears rolled down her cheeks with the intensity of her commitment.
Aaron followed her thoughts. All that talk of death had scared her good, but the idea of living without them scared her more. She stood behind every word she said. Her commitment was final. She refused to change her mind, even if it would save her life.
Ana hopped up out of their arms, knocked back the rest of her champagne and began removing her dress. She intended to give them her very best––all or nothing. She tossed her dress to the side and stepped out of her panties slowly, sinuously. Her magnificent hourglass body had a tiny triangle of trimmed pubic hair to contrast the flawless white skin of her thighs. She had full, erect breasts, nipples hardened at attention.
She looks better than most nude models. He appraised his new pet with eyes that saw much.
“You should be a model.”
She smiled, a blush creeping up her creamy white cheeks. “I thought that once. But that was a long time ago.” She looked away from his searching gaze.
The darkness of Ana’s past poured in, a cold fog of her personal demons. Her survival had been at the cost of much abuse. Her body recovered marvelously, but her soul and destiny bore the scars, placing her solidly on the path of self-destruction. She did not believe in herself anymore.
He came to her, sliding his hands around her naked bo
dy softly. “You’re so special Anastasia, and none can argue your beauty.”
“Arrête tes bêtises!” Stop your nonsense. “You are plus belle!”
“How could you ever think otherwise?” He looked her directly in the eyes.
“I know how I look. Everyone tells me how beautiful I am. I just don’t think I could ever be a model.”
He and Michelle followed her lead and undressed casually, adding to the pile of garments on the floor.
“You two should be models.”
Ana couldn’t resist touching their beautiful pale bodies. She stroked Michelle’s golden hair and then ran her fingers over Aaron’s shoulders. They responded in kind, testing her body with slight caresses. Michelle slid around behind, aligning her curves to Ana, feeling her up and down.
“You like this?” She purred in Ana’s ear. “I know you like it.”
Ana shivered with Michelle’s soft experienced hands flowing over the very tips of her nipples.
He kissed his new pet, one hand sliding around to grasp her ass and the other slipping down to test her wetness.
“Mmm, that’s nice.” She melted around his two fingers, yielding wet and warm as he entered her. Michelle flicked her nipples playfully while Aaron stroked her in and out, slow and steady. Ana leaned back into Michelle, burying her nose in all those sweet golden curls.
“You smell yummy.”
Michelle brushed along Ana’s inner arms and the outer curves of her breasts, teasing, tickling, feather soft. He caught the twinge of pain from Ana’s mind when Michelle’s hand brushed across a makeup covered bruise.
We’ll talk about that later.
He kissed her cleverly hidden bruise. “All better now?”
Her eyes flashed with surprise and then a smile. “This will make it better.”
She took him in hand, feeling how solid his erection had become. She worked him, stroking his velvety hardness while she cupped his balls. She could hardly wait to taste him, take him inside her in every way possible. She revised her previous opinion––not a small man at all, not between the legs. She relished the wonderful hurt he could give her with his size and strength.
“I think she wants you first. How you say, a warm-up?” Michelle purred over Ana’s shoulder, her hands roaming freely across her breasts. She tagged him through their bond, “Is better with her first. Don’t test your control.”
“I will be careful love, don’t worry.” He tagged her back.
Ana tugged on his cock, leading him. “This way.” She grabbed Michelle’s hand and led her two lovers to the bed. “I need you both. I want you both. Take me, all of me.”
They flowed into bed with their pet, a writhing tangle of slipping sliding limbs; rubbing, stroking and pleasuring each other.
This is so effin cool. He reveled in the moment, in bed with two of the most beautiful women he’d ever known. Both women loved him in their own way, lavishing their affections on him simultaneously, without jealousy or reservation. This will never grow old.
Flowing through both women’s minds, he enjoyed Ana’s reactions. She truly wanted them both together, fiercely attracted to their aggressive predatory natures. She couldn’t keep her hands off either of them. She saw Michelle as a singularly unique creature, whose sensuality transcended barriers of gender. Ana had known intimacy with a woman before, but thought it a fluke. Women didn’t really interest her that way. Michelle became the exception.
“Quelle belle vue!” What a beautiful view. “I want you here.” Michelle pulled Ana onto her, arms and thighs open in invitation.
Ana kissed her passionately, tongue, lips and teeth, giving all of herself. She did some exploring of her own, her fingers finding Michelle’s warm wet entry.
She whispered up against Michelle. “I’ve never made love to a woman so beautiful. I want to see your eyes when I make you come.”
He slid up behind Ana, wetting his fingers inside her to test her readiness. He found her soft, hot, and moist. Ana reached down to help guide him in as she kissed Michelle hot and heavy.
“You’re so hot.” He pushed, slid, and pushed more. Though hot and wet for him, he still had to work it slow.
“I’m just getting started.” She grunted as she pushed back against him, forcing him deeper into her tight wetness.
He gripped her hips pulling up at an angle for better penetration. He held on tight as he slowly, carefully, worked it in, inch by wonderful inch. He slid all the way to her limit. She took it all, shuddering with little grunts.
“Oh yeah. That’s … that’s it. Don’t … oh god there’s more?”
She thought he’d settled into her ribcage, he filled her completely and then some.
He shoved her down onto Michelle with his thrusts, groaning as he worked her slow, hard and deep. She struggled to support herself, one arm wrapped around Michelle’s neck and her other hand down between Michelle’s moist thighs. As he increased the intensity of his slamming thrusts, Ana dug in with her fingers, one, two three fingered penetration banging Michelle. Ana lost focus, gripping and grabbing at Michelle’s slippery wet folds as he pummeled her from behind.
Her back arched, hips convulsing, Michelle growled low. “Fais-le comme ça.” Do it like that.
Michelle peaked hard from the violent pleasure, grinding her hips into Ana’s fist. She wrapped her legs around Ana’s waist to thrust and pump in time with Ana’s squeezing hand. Michelle returned the favor, reaching up between Ana’s legs to find her tender nub, working her while he pounded from behind.
“Oh damn! That’s it Michelle! Don’t stop!”
Harder, faster. Bruising Ana’s hips with his wicked strong grip, he nailed her over and over. Ana hit her peak with an intense explosion of ecstasy.
“Yes! Oh God it hurts! Keep doing it! Don’t stop!” Ana popped her hips up to try and meet his slamming thrusts as he nailed her over and over.
She gripped tightly with her hand buried in Michelle’s sex, pulling and jerking and squeezing wildly.
“Oouuiiii!” With a roar in Ana’s face Michelle reacted to the insane pain-pleasure mix, biting down hard into Ana’s neck as her climax soaked Ana’s whole hand and wrist. She drank deeply of her life blood.
He slammed his orgasm home, burying it deep as he emptied himself into Ana. He laid all his weight atop the girls as he struck opposite Michelle’s bite, on the other side of Ana’s neck. Ana squealed and screamed, writhing at the center of the parasitic sex sandwich.
“Oh God! Oh My God!”
His psychic hook sunk deep into Ana’s emotional storm. She had never experienced any sensation or drug this intense in all her unusual sexual escapades. An excruciating mix of pain, ecstasy, euphoria. A non-stop explosion of joy. Her body jerked and spasmed involuntarily as she cried, bawling tears of joy. They finally released their abused pet, disengaging their bites simultaneously. He extracted himself from her slowly and looked about to assess the damage.
Ana moaned and twitched with the aftershocks of her cataclysmic multiple orgasms. His cock showed the pink evidence of her pain. His size and force was more than she could safely handle. Michelle gradually unwrapped herself from around Ana and rolled her over gently onto her back.
Ana projected waves of bliss and fatigued euphoria, her soreness from his rough sex was negligible. She’d been treated worse by far less considerate men. She had a dreamy drugged expression. Her body lay limp and exhausted.
“It’s okay. I’m okay.” She reassured with a glazed happy smile.
He smiled back at her. She wasn’t really hurt, just a little sore, some light bruising. Michelle rolled on top of Ana, pecking her on the lips with a naughty smile.
“I will take your pain.” Then she did what no one expected. Michelle leaned back onto her hands and knees between Ana’s thighs and started licking her clean.
Ana sighed with pleasure, unable and unwilling to move, but grinning from ear to ear at the loving warmth and tenderness of Michelle’s lapping tongue. Michelle’s v
enom saturated in through the soreness, numbing the pain. She felt better every second.
He watched in fascination as Michelle’s rump raised up in the air with each of her sliding tongue laps. Michelle administering first aid to their new pet was one of the most erotic things he’d ever witnessed. His cock instantly hardened again at the sight of Michelle’s rosy pink folds and juicy ass moving in time as she made love to Ana.
“Oh Michelle, that’s just irresistible. You’re in for it now.” He stepped up behind Michelle, holding her hips steady in his punishing grip and plunged in deep, filling her to the limit. Michelle braced herself a split second before he drove in, barely maintaining her balance against his thrusts. She moaned and grunted into Ana’s thighs tickling her with the sound. Michelle’s face pressed down deep into Ana’s tender flesh by the force of his pounding.
“Oh shit! Keep doing that!” Ana gasped from the pressure and vibrations hitting her over-sensitive sex as Michelle took a vigorous punishment.
He dug in hard, grinding Michelle mercilessly. She growled her pleasure as her claws sunk into the mattress trying to reach a purchase against all that power behind her. She groaned and growled with her face buried in Ana’s entry, licking and suckling Ana’s rosy flesh.
He angled in to hit Michelle right where she liked it, as hard as she liked it, feeling the pound of his deep thrusts from her mind as he hit home on her spot. He quickly worked Michelle to a peak, following her mind through her explosive orgasm. As she came hard her instinctive reaction was to bite down on all that juicy pink flesh in her mouth. She had a second’s consideration and turned her head sideways biting into Ana’s inner thigh instead of her sensitive folds.
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