“Yes! I love you so much!” He cried out as he blasted his release deep into Michelle, collapsing on her back to bite her in the back of the shoulder.
Michelle and Ana climaxed together, over and over again. Their venom’s erotic stimulation and endorphin dump was like no other substance in existence. Michelle mercifully disengaged her bite on Ana, but continued writhing and moaning with orgasmic spasms until he released his bite from her a moment later.
“Oh god I love you guys so much. You’re the best.” Ana slurred, heavily stoned on venom.
The three of them lay together in a tangled heap panting, groaning, and moaning with mutual bliss. Ana snuggled in between them both. He probed through her mind again to verify her condition. Sore, but well satisfied and very happily drugged. For the first time in many years she felt safe, loved, nothing and no one could hurt her with Aaron and Michelle in her life. Ana’s soul infused with a warm glow of contentment as he pulled her in tighter, his body curling around her protectively. It was an instinctive reaction to protect his pet. It’s what she wanted. Ana and Michelle’s buzz of love and happiness blended perfectly with his own. He fell asleep as the daylight peeked over the horizon.
* * * *
Just before joining her lovers in sleep, Ana tried her best to suppress a twinge of shame that crept into her bliss. She hoped to hide her dirty secret from them. She had loved the painful sex. Through her past abuses she had grown to desire the violence. It was her personal demon following her everywhere she went, no matter who she dated. She found it difficult to have any kind of normal loving connection with a man when what she desired most was to be brutalized. It shamed her to feel so completely sated and comfortable with violent sex. It would be tricky to hide, since Aaron could literally read her mind. She feared their condemnation for her sick disgusting desires.
So far, every lover who learned the truth had rejected her as a freak, calling her names. They treated her like trash for her masochistic cravings. She hoped and prayed that they wouldn’t do that. She wouldn’t survive their rejection. She literally couldn’t live without them.
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Chapter 7
Sometime in the afternoon, Anastasia awoke and called for room service. Her stomach rumbled with vacancy and her throat was dry as the desert air outside. She drank down the last of the champagne like waters from an oasis. That did virtually nothing to sate her thirst so she drained a bottle of water and felt slightly better. The events of last night left her taxed, burnt out, still thirsty. She feasted on a meal of eggs, fruit, juice, and another bottle of water on top of two cups of coffee.
Having taken care of her immediate needs, she showered and sat down in front of the TV to wait for Aaron and Michelle to wake up. Retrieving her cell phone from the pile of clothes on the floor, she noticed Trina had sent several text messages overnight.
Tri: Where the Fuck R U? 3:45 a.m.
Tri: What R U doin? 4:50 a.m.
Tri: When RU coming home? 11:30 a.m.
She texted her back.
Ana: Spent the night w/friends. Call U later.
She didn’t know how to explain what had happened, so she put it off like so many other issues in her life. She slinked back into the bedroom to check on her lovers. Still sound asleep.
“Aaron, Michelle, are you awake yet?” They didn’t respond, didn’t move, didn’t even snore.
One sure-fire way she knew to wake a man. She climbed into bed next to him, reaching down in the sheets to feel between his legs. He felt so cool, cold to the touch. She rubbed and stroked his cool skin, feeling the contours of his cock. Nothing. He didn’t murmur, didn’t move, didn’t make a sound. It was super creepy, almost like he was dead.
Lying next to him she began to feel anxious. She needed them to wake-up. She needed their attention, their affections, their bite. She trembled, a knot of fear forming in her belly. She broke into a cold sweat, and her hands began to shake visibly. Her muscles ached with restless tension. She stood up and paced back and forth across the room, her anxiety increasing with every minute. She felt feverish, and her stomach turned in nausea.
She tried again to wake them, shaking both Aaron and Michelle, yelling in their faces. “Wake up damn it! Wake up! I need you!” She slapped Aaron, but he didn’t react at all. They felt cool to the touch, and yet she was burning up, sweating with fever.
She lay down on the bed between them, hoping their proximity might have a calming effect. She ached to feel their teeth penetrating her skin, their venom coursing through her body with all that wondrous euphoria. She could smell them both and she needed so badly to be touched, loved, bitten. Being next to them made it worse.
She jumped up out of bed and ran to the wet bar. She broke open another bottle of champagne from the melted bucket of ice and downed half of it with a loud belch. She pulled out the little bottles of single shot liquor from the mini-fridge and tore the cap off to guzzle down the Stolichnaya red label vodka. Grimacing from the burn, she grabbed the orange juice from the breakfast cart using it as chaser to down four more shots of vodka back to back.
“That’s better, a lot better.” I’m such a happy drunk. Sitting on the bar stool with empty bottles littering the counter, she felt better.
A solid alcoholic buzz dampened her anxiety to a tolerable level. When she stood up from the bar it hit her hard. She staggered and swayed with a giddy smile. Three sheets to the wind, that’s what Momma used to say back in Reno. The alcohol did its job well, numbing her body, relaxing the anxiety. She ate the strawberries from the night before and sashayed back to bed to cuddle between her seemingly dead lovers.
She had no illusions about what was happening. She had spent many a night partying hard enough to know what withdrawals felt like the morning after. They had her good, already addicted to their venom.
* * * *
He awoke to a very drunk and happy Anastasia rubbing up his body, kissing him intimately all over his inner thighs. A wonderful way to start the evening. Ana noticed his attention fixed on her and gave him a huge beaming grin. She then proceeded to go down on him, taking him full into her mouth.
Her tongue slid up and down his whole length, the girl could deep throat. She went all the way down, kissing his balls. And then she started using her hands on the up-stroke.
“Promise you’ll wake me like this every night.” She looked up with cock-filled smile, and did it again, going all the way down.
The girl could swallow swords. And she enjoyed it almost as much as he did. She answered him with her hands cupping his balls, sucking hard enough to turn him inside out.
Her mouth filled with him, her thoughts were an intense mess. “Oh god I need him, I need him sooo bad. Oh God!” She had redirected her restless anxiety into a skilled blow job, working him with furious intensity.
“I love you Ana, come to me.”
She saw the love and sympathy written on his face. She shifted up onto her knees to straddle him, impaling herself all the way. She ground down hard, back and forth, catching maximum pressure and penetration as she cried out “Bite me now!”
He snapped up off the bed to embrace her while he sunk his fangs deep in her neck. She jolted with the shock of his quick strike move, gasping in surprise. It hurt, slightly, but she’d come to learn this kind of hurt led to heavenly bliss.
“That’s what I needed. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I love you so much, oh my god I love you Aaron. Harder! Harder!”
She ground her hips down onto him hard. The venom shot through her, singing a symphony of heavenly euphoria, filling her to the tips of her toes with happiness. She moaned and bucked, grinding down harder. He pulled her down tight gripping her hips. He sensed her dark desire to be fucked even harder, till it hurt, a lot.
Naturally, he gave her what she wanted. He pushed in, penetrating to her limit, slamming against the inner wall of her womb. She screamed in orgasm, pain, pleasure and ecstasy all blended together in a mix that she absolutely couldn’t live without
. Everything she’d ever wanted and then some.
He came to his senses, realizing what he was doing to her. Mustering every ounce of control he could summon, he rolled her over on her back and released his bite.
He growled in frustration. “Shit!” Ana writhed and convulsed, her eyes squeezed shut from the intensity of her experience.
He couldn’t possibly stop, too hot and ready. He redirected it to the only one who could take everything he dished out. He tackled Michelle and impaled her hard and fast. He assaulted her, slamming into her pelvis with bone crushing force.
Unlike Ana, Michelle could handle all his passion, all his animalistic power. She was capable of sexual marathons and rigors no human could withstand. But it might have been polite to wait until she was fully awake before he started ravaging her body.
Lucky for him they were tied so tight psychically. She understood. She accepted his punishing passions openly, wrapping her legs around him and digging her claws into his back.
“Oh Michelle, I’m so sorry, but I need you!” He pummeled her maniacally.
“Not … comp … complaining …” She could barely speak as he hammered her.
She bravely rode his wave of carnality. He pounded her stupid, hitting her with slamming thrusts that would cripple or maim another woman. She took it growling and grunting, a series of sounds that weren’t quite human in tone. They chomped down on each other’s necks simultaneously as they climaxed with savage cries.
* * * *
Anastasia gawked at them in morbid fascination. It was the most amazing thing she’d ever witnessed, a wonder to behold. It scared her to know she could arouse such intensity within Aaron. He’d been holding all that at bay while she foolishly tried to ride him. Obviously, he had good control. If he fucked her as hard as he slammed Michelle, she’d be crippled by now. Watching them inspired a queer mix of love, fear, awe and worship. Wouldn’t be a horrible way to go. If I’m gonna die, why not in the throes of passion? Better than rotting of old age while a twenty-something nurse wipes my ass.
She watched as Aaron collapsed atop Michelle, a couple last thrusts for good measure. They both disengaged their bites at the exact same time. They lay there heaving and panting, exhausted. The bleeding gashes across Aaron’s back from Michelle’s wicked claws began to heal right before her eyes. In a matter of minutes the claw marks faded to tiny scabs. Ana ran her hands over his back, flaking away the loose flecks of blood and skin. Fresh pink skin showed underneath. It was nothing short of a miracle.
She freaked, “Oh my god … is this for real? Am I dreaming? Tell me this isn’t a dream!”
“Come here girl.” He snagged her arm and pulled her down into the tangle of loving limbs. They flowed all over her, soft caresses across her back, warm hands on her breasts.
“It’s real Ana. It’s Okay, everything’s gonna be okay.” Aaron tried to calm her.
Michelle wrapped her arms and legs around her. Soft beautiful white limbs curled around Ana intimately. Michelle brushed her lips across her ear whispering while her hands roamed down between Ana’s legs, loving intimate brush strokes. “Je t’aime mon petit.”
She calmed instantly with their loving attention. It’s real. It was all real and it was the best thing that had ever happened to her. All her prayers were answered. She had found her place in life.
* * * *
They embraced their pet while Aaron communicated silently with his master.
“She’s so wonderful, I’m afraid of hurting her. What do I do?”
“We must be careful, more caution. Do not cater to her self-destructive desires.
S'aventurer sur un terrain glissant. You venture onto dangerous ground. Remember last night? How easy you made her bleed? You must stay in control. She’s too delicate.”
He combed his fingers through Ana’s beautiful satin black hair as he looked to Michelle with the silent plea. “How can we help her?”
“She must eat and drink constantly. We can hire a doctor, but nothing will change the risks of this life.”
“I’m so sorry, but I can’t let her go. I want to, but she’s mine. She needs us, and I need her.”
“Elle est notre trésor, we must value our treasure. Take heart, you did not hurt her seriously.”
“Thank you so much. Can you forgive me? You know I love you?
“Oui, Je t’ aime Aaron.”
With a warm smile in his direction, Michelle focused on Ana’s immediate needs. “Have you eaten? You must take in many fluids, juices and water. Is very important to stay strong and healthy. Comme il fait––As it must be.”
Ana nodded and told them of her late lunch feast. She mentioned the withdrawals, “It was horrible! I thought I was dying. My whole body ached! I was sweating with the shakes, a total mess! I had to drink up all the vodka just to calm down!”
He stroked and soothed her. He looked to Michelle with the unspoken plea, “What can you do to help her?”
He caught a long-forgotten memory of Michelle’s. She knew of a way. This wasn’t the first time she had dealt with bloodslaves. But it had been many years past, and she hoped to never go through it again. In her solitary life before meeting Aaron, she refused to bring the food home with her.
She closed down the pathway into her past, pegging him with an admonishing stare for his deep intrusion into her mind. “With a syringe we can collect the venom. That will solve the problème. But you must sleep through the day.” She stroked Ana’s hair, “You must match our schedule.”
He and Ana sighed with relief at the same time. These problems were not insurmountable after all. He knew Michelle had failed to mention this solution was only a temporary reprieve. Ana’s problems would grow worse with time. He knew because Michelle knew, but he chose to hope for the best. I’m gonna do whatever it takes to keep her with me as long as possible.
He exorcised the morbid thought from his mind and focused on the night ahead of them. “Hey! We have a VIP dinner date in two hours. We should take Ana to one of these designer shops, get her something nice.” He looked at Anastasia’s adorable bubble butt and reached out to pinch her left ass cheek.
“I don’t think she’s gonna fit into any of your clothes Michelle, she’s a little more curvy than you are.” He squeezed Ana’s ass, causing it to jiggle as if she were fat––she wasn’t. Both girls looked shocked, staring at him as if he was the rudest crudest creature on the planet earth, and then broke into giggles at his lopsided grin.
They bathed together, taking a moment for a sensual soapy rub down and then headed down to the indoor shopping mall housed within Caesar’s Palace.
“There is one place we go. The other stores, c'est sans importance.” Michelle steered them to Gucci.
“It’s sooo expensive here. Especially in the hotel.” Ana pulled Aaron down to whisper. “I can’t afford this store.”
He shook his head as he dragged her into the store. “From now on you let us worry about the expenses. We will be taking very good care of you, and that means you must be dressed appropriately.”
She looked down at the wrinkled dress she wore from the night before. “This dress was eighty dollars.”
Aaron smirked as she looked at the rack showcasing eight hundred dollar dresses. “No big deal, just one little zero.”
“These clothes are nicer than anything I’ve ever owned.” She looked to him with adoration and worship, cuddling under his arm like a good little pet.
The girls treated him to a nice little show as they modeled their selections with their best hip swaying pivots, turns and poses. How did I end up here in Vegas sharing my bed with two of the most beautiful women in the world? It doesn’t get any better than this. I have arrived.
He felt like a fashion photographer as he snapped photos and video clips of each of their stunning outfits on Michelle’s iPhone digital camera.
$14,000 later they left, heading to their dinner appointment. The store delivered their purchases to their hotel room. Michelle had settle
d on a deep burgundy cocktail dress that showed off all her magnificent physical assets. Anastasia wore a skin tight midnight blue dress that ended an inch below her ass with her entire back exposed. Both women were devastatingly gorgeous in their own unique way.
I’m the fuckin Crown Prince of Vegas. The girls draped each of his arms, his very own entourage. He imagined all the world looking at him in envy and reveled in it.
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Chapter 8
They were fashionably late for their VIP dinner date. Kramer awaited them at the entrance to the restaurant. He greeted them graciously despite their tardiness. Kramer was a fit, trim man in his early forties, his head shaved clean and a tight little soul patch of hair on his chin. About the same height as Aaron, 5 ft 11 in., he carried himself with confidence and professionalism. Courteous, he’d obviously been dealing with the public for many years and his experience showed in a gentile deportment. He feigned surprise at the addition of Anastasia to their group, pretending he hadn’t known she was with them.
This was the beginning of Aaron’s misgivings and suspicions related to Kramer. As he read Kramer’s mind he learned they had been watched closely for the last 24 hours, and Kramer had a special interest in Michelle. He didn’t like the idea of being surveilled and the stalker-like ulterior motives behind it. These things alone were not really major issues, many men would go to extraordinary lengths to get to Michelle. The elusive quality of Kramer’s mind bothered him. The hint of something nefarious beneath the surface eluded him. Kramer’s thoughts centered on Michelle and what he wanted to do with her, what he wanted her to do to him.
I’m gonna have to get used to men and their foolish endeavors to get near Michelle. She inspires extreme behavior among the cattle. The predator within recognized something Aaron hadn’t picked up on. The predator had an itch to smash Kramer’s smooth smiling face to a pulp. He suppressed the urge.
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