Then I became entirely distracted by Blayne’s lips at my neck and Alec’s hips pressed into mine while he kissed me with vigor. I felt his erection bulging in his pants and it pressed right against my core. Then I felt Blayne’s against my backside and they both pressed against me. Blayne was kissing and sucking in my skin, occasionally grazing his teeth on my neck. It felt like I was a conduit for pleasure and electric sensation. My nipples were tight and peaked and I had goose bumps all over my skin. Then Blayne’s hands slid underneath my blouse and he held my waist as he swiveled his hips, rubbing his erection against me.
My breathing kicked up a notch when Alec’s lips slid to my throat and collar and I moaned, spurring both of them on. My blouse was pushed up and over my head and it fluttered to the ground while Blayne unclasped my bra and Alec watched with hooded eyes. His hands slid along the curve of my waist restlessly and when my breasts bounced free his eyes began to lighten and glow. I could see the strain on his face to keep control. A low hiss bubbled up from his throat and then his lips were on my nipple while he pinched the other between his fingers. I gasped another moan and then laced my fingers with Blayne’s and slid his hand underneath the waistband of my tights and past my panties.
When his fingers met my wet folds I groaned and then pulled my own hand back so he could rub my clit while Alec sent sharp bolts of pleasure through me as he devoured my breasts. He wasn’t rough, but wasn’t light of touch by any means. When the first orgasm quaked through me it came in a sudden rush and both Blayne and Alec held me up while my legs liquefied. Then Alec pulled off my tights, panties, and shoes all in one motion. All I had on were a pair of socks. Which Blayne slowly got rid of once they had me stretched out on the couch. Then Blayne started to kiss my feet and rub my insteps with just enough pressure that I felt the sensation in my belly.
I moaned when he began to suck on my toes and then he slowly spread my legs and trailed kisses towards my core. I held my breath until Blayne’s mouth hovered over my sex and then his tongue slid out against my clit and I moaned with impatience and arched my back, wanting him to taste more of me. He groaned when lapped up my arousal and I saw his eyes begin to glow.
“I want to taste…” Alec spoke up, his voice hoarse and Blayne glanced up at him then kissed my wet folds twice before he straightened and licked his lips. Alec came into my line of sight and I saw he was without a shirt. He was so defined and more powerfully built than I had first assumed. Alec’s fangs were visible, though he didn’t catch me or anything, when his mouth lowered to my sex I felt the silky warmth of his tongue and moaned softly. Then I felt Blayne’s hand take mine and wrap it around his warm, silky smooth hardness. My eyes flipped to him and I saw that he was completely naked, he was just as powerful and defined as I suspected and his sex was impressive as well. I stroked him in my hand and watched as he groaned and his muscles flexed and twitched as I brought him pleasure.
Then I felt Alec’s teeth graze my inner thigh and his fingers slowly sliding inside me. I looked down at him and he held my gaze. I knew he wanted to taste my blood and honestly I was curious to know what it would be like. When his fingers pressed against my g-spot I cried out and his fangs descended and punctured my skin. The sting of the bite didn’t last too long; it was like getting stuck with a needle. Then he started to draw blood from me and the feeling was surprisingly erotic. It augmented everything and soon another orgasm coursed through my veins and I called out Alec’s name.
Before I could orient myself after that dizzying orgasm I was suddenly on top of Blayne who was pushing my hair behind my ear and trailing feather light kisses from behind my ear to my throat.
“How do you feel?” he asked me hoarsely and I nodded, then he licked along my neck and gripped my bottom as I straddled him. “Guide me in Allison,” he whispered, and I reached in between us and gripped his shaft then slowly guided him into my core. It felt amazing having him fill me up and then he started to thrust and I became lost in the pleasure of having him so deep. I felt Alec’s kisses along my back and then his hands caressed my face and pushed my hair back. I reached for his straining sex and he stepped closer to me so that I could stroke him and bring him to my mouth. He hissed when my lips closed around him and then his hands fisted in my hair and he took to his own rhythm.
When Blayne struck, his teeth sinking into my neck, I barely noticed. But once he started to pull, his pace intensified and soon I was dissolving into another orgasm that left me crying out his name and shuddering on top of him. Then I was being pulled to my feet and bent over so that Alec could slide into me, he had to hold me up and felt just as amazing inside of me. I thought it impossible that I could climax again, but I did and almost fell over afterwards. Alec caught me in his arms, his chest was heaving and then we were walking back to my bedroom.
“Blayne…where’s Blayne?” I asked him and he inclined his head and I saw Blayne was standing next to the bed, he had a damp cloth in his hand and when Alec set me down Blayne actually cleaned me up and I realized then how much they both…well, climaxed.
“You look about ready to pass out,” Blayne chuckled and I smiled lazily, feeling more than a little drunk and like I received the best internal massage ever.
“Allison, I would turn you now, if that’s okay?” Alec asked me and more awareness crept up on me. I simply held his gaze and nodded. He arranged me comfortably in the middle of the bed and then climbed over me. He tilted my head and went for my neck, his bite was precise and instead of the erotic pull I experienced from before I felt as if he were injecting something into me. Something hot that burned like hell initially. Then it was a subtle burn that spread through me and made me feel oddly like my head was filled with helium. Then my veins itched and it was definitely uncomfortable.
“You will fall unconscious soon…” Alec told me and I was already experiencing some tunnel vision.
“Hold my hand?” I said and reached for both Alec and Blayne, the last thing I registered before giving in to unconsciousness was their palms sliding against mine.
When I opened my eyes I saw Blayne and Alec’s faces side by side as they looked at me almost anxiously.
“Say something please…how do you feel?” Blayne asked and my body felt strangely numb, but the more I woke up, the more I became simply aware. I heard…the soft breeze blowing through the trees outside, I smelled everything. Especially Alec and Blayne’s mingled scents. Then I was aware of a subtle burn at the back of my throat, it was like I had been thirsty for days and desperately needed a drink.
“I think I feel like a vampire,” I said and they both smiled in relief. I sat up and smiled at both of them. “So now…we can be together?” I asked and Alec nodded.
“Yes, now we can be together,” he said and I kissed him lightly on the lips before giving Blayne a kiss as well. Oddly enough I felt complete and settled, I knew I had made the right choice with them and I couldn’t wait to start an incredible life.
THE END
Bonus Story 20/40
Command of the Dragon
Arielle hummed a melodious hymn to herself softly as she absent-mindedly brushed her fingers across the tall, tangled wildflowers surrounding her. Her head was tilted back, letting the cool breeze of the early autumn night caress her face as she focused on the dazzling lights of Ansuul, the floating, shining city, which hung high above the rising moon. She watched a plane lazily fly away from the twinkling skyline, its flashing wingtip lights winking back at the luxe cityscape.
“Arielle!” cried the voice of her haughty older sister, echoing from the shadowy valley below. “Arielle, come down here, now!”
“I have to go,” Arielle said in a fierce whisper to the three small glowing fairies that swirled around her. She peeked around the corner of her secret, shaded nook etched into the hillside to see if the Dragonruu guards were paying attention.
The stout, twin Dragonruu guards shifted their heavy feet and snorted nonchalantly. They stood in their fully shifted dragon form at the
gates of the twisting pathway that led up the side of the mountain to an elevator-like tube. They were there to stop any human who dared try to pass the gates to gain access to the lift that separated Ansuul and Denbyshire. Ansuul was the floating, glittering city where the fierce and far-advanced race of Dragonruu conducted their fast-paced lives; while Denbyshire was a smaller city nestled in the valley, where humans resided entirely separately from Ansuul.
Her hidden grotto was Arielle’s refuge – it was the highest point in Denbyshire, and allowed a fantastic view of Ansuul’s majestic skyline. Every time she made these late night voyages, it was always a serious risk. There was always the possibility of being seen by the ruthless guards, who always guarded the gate. Humans, and Dragonruu for that matter, were not supposed to wander out this far into what was known as the ‘Outlands’.
Ansuul and Denbyshire were in closest proximity to each other here in this wretched region. Only the fairies, witches, or cursed beasts, who had once been experimented on and dumped by the cruel Dragonruu, roamed the Outlands in eternal purgatory. If she were caught in the Outlands, the best Arielle could hope for was to be reported for misdemeanor behavior, which meant being forced to perform punishing deeds for the Dragonruu. At worst, the guards could chase her down and ravage her on the spot, if she managed to provoke their volatile nature so.
Arielle darted through the swaying, tall grass warily, soon catching up to her sister and their family’s horse, Annabelle. Caroline, the oldest sister out of the five girls, swiftly picked up Arielle’s light body by an arm, swooping her onto Annabelle’s back behind her.
“You missed vocal rehearsal AGAIN, Arielle. Not only is Ms. Hollingway furious, but she notified Mom and Dad this time! You’re NEVER going to make your way to Ansuul!”
Caroline’s threat hurt worse than the throbbing pain in Arielle’s shoulder from where she had grabbed her. She shifted in the saddle uncomfortably without replying, as Caroline heeled Annabelle’s loping canter into a gallop.
She looked over her shoulder woefully, yet still feeling mystified, as Ansuul’s neon lights began to fade out of sight. Arielle had a stubborn nature, and her grandiose dreams certainly reflected that. Her awe and wonder of the great Dragonruu race was shared among all human citizens of Denbyshire. But, Arielle yearned for more; she wanted to see humans become truly accepted among the Dragonruu, coexisting with them peacefully in both cities. But, the Dragonruu remained relentless in keeping their race pure and separate from humankind. They did not dare, nor care, ever to accept a human among their own kind as an equal. In fact, they only used the humans’ talents for entertainment purposes only.
Though the Dragonruu males and females were genetically modified into aesthetic perfection that always captivated the imperfect humans’ attention, they lacked inner beauty. They had no empathy, could not express compassion, and were unable to love. Thus, they were fascinated by both the frailty and range of emotions humans possessed and could portray through singing, dancing, or acting. However, the boundaries between the two races remained quite impermeable. Things had been that way ever since the Dragonruu’s wayward spaceship crashed upon Denbyshire’s shores over a hundred years ago.
The Dragonruu in that spaceship instantly knew upon their unplanned arrival that they had intruded onto a world they could easily rule over. Though they looked like beautiful human beings on the outside, possessed extremely high levels of intelligence, and had advanced sensory systems, they held an innate, dark secret: each Dragonruu was able to shape-shift quickly into a fierce, fire breathing, clawed and scaly dragon form, one that easily garnered the agility and strength of a thousand men to one. The Dragonruu’s ferocity was undeniable, and the human ancestors quickly ceded their land over to the beasts after a quick and brutal defeat. The sinister beings enslaved the humans and capitalized on their abilities and talents to invest in the construction of a newfound and permanent kingdom that would reside high above.
For the next generations of humans, some detested the Dragonruu and lived bitter lives with secret plans of some newfound form of vengeance. Others, like Arielle’s family, learned to accept the way things were and abide by Dragonruu law. Many families had built up a business rapport with the Dragonruu, who allowed civil exchanges of goods, and invited the most talented humans to perform in Ansuul. Rules were very strict and punishments were savage, so most humans lived in giddy fear and awe of the mesmerizing and intimidating Dragonruu. They often worked their entire lives just for a slim opportunity to be invited to play in the lavish kingdom Ansuul.
Arielle’s mother and sisters were seamstresses by day, sewing fanciful and original gowns that Dragonruu females sought out as novelty items to wear to big events and galas. Arielle’s father was a farmer – half of the profits he made from harvesting his crops and exporting them abroad were kept for the family, while the other half of the profits were collected every Friday evening at Twilight by the Dragonruu, during their regimented and precise once-a-week interaction with humans.
The Dragonruu were free to do as they pleased when they entered Denbyshire. They could overtake a family’s house and throw a wild party, vandalize stores or steal from homes, and some of the sadistic dragon men even picked young, female human virgins to take into the woods in order to have their way with them. Other more refined and dignified Dragonruu were interested in pursuing humans in business matters only. Accountants would collect half of all humans’ weekly earnings; talent agents would scout at weekly auditions for talented humans to back up to Ansuul to perform there.
Arielle finally twisted back around, gingerly holding tight to her sister’s slender frame as Annabelle galloped onwards towards their brick two-story home on the farm. Two of Arielle’s sisters had once been invited to personal callbacks by Dragonruu talent agents, but had been eliminated in a final round upon the agents’ final decisions. However, the girls were still awarded heavy amounts of prize money, which afforded the family to live in the modest home, as well as buy a horse and build a barn, which greatly aided in their father’s profession as a farmer. Arielle’s parents used most of the money they were allowed to keep to send their daughters to a performing arts school which specialized in vocals and theatre.
Caroline, the oldest of the five girls, was a senior; Olivia and Erika, who were identical twins, were juniors; Angela, the fourth child, was a sophomore, and Arielle, the youngest, was a precocious freshman at the prestigious school. It was clear in the first practice session to Ms. Hollingway, the school’s stern and competitive vocal coach, that Arielle’s voice not only outshone her older sisters’, but the entire freshmen class. Ms. Hollingway was blown away with Arielle’s natural talent and was eager to fine-tune her skills to help her land an audition. Ms. Hollingway knew Arielle would triumph over the other girls and be plucked from the group easily.
Arielle couldn’t help but steal one last glance back over her shoulder at the lights of Ansuul before black tree branches obscured them, as Annabelle pounded down the dirt pathway into the thick and spooky woods. Arielle dreaded the conversation with her parents and Ms. Hollingway. How could Arielle ever reveal her true dreams to anyone but the field fairies? She loved to sing, and she was confident in her nature-given talent, though she had a shier, more thoughtful demeanor than her sisters; Arielle was often lost in deep thought. She was also a very smart girl, and always curious.
She heard through the fairies that the jazzy facade of Dragonruu show business hid a somewhat dismal future for young human talent. Human performers were harshly treated as objects only, and not always celebrated in the magical way the human population was tricked into believing. The desired and “celebrated” human talent, once they were accepted into Ansuul, constantly vied to keep up their popularity to enjoy the rewards and riches. But bound by contract, they were never allowed to return home, as they were too valuable to the Dragonruu. Those performers who had grown weary from being hustled about from show to show by their pushy and greedy agents and had faded from the sp
otlight, usually tended to somehow mysteriously “disappear” in the big city, and their friends and families never heard from them and about their adventures in Ansuul ever again.
Arielle believed in the gossip from the travelling fairies she had befriended in the Outlands, and she refused to be marketed as a mere object. If she ever had her chance at fame in Ansuul, she dreamed that she would somehow teach the Dragonruu equality and acceptance of the human race. And, a secret fantasy throbbed deep within her young and spirited soul. She wondered, would it ever be possible for a human and Dragonruu to fall in love? She knew better than to voice her wonderings and desires to any other human. Even daring to think such thoughts was considered taboo. Dragonruu fed off the emotions elicited within them from human performers, like a recreational drug. But once the show was over, the feeling faded. They too, knew deep down that they were incapable of ever loving a human, and even each other, for that matter. It was awkward and uncomfortable for the Dragonruu even to bring up the subject of “love”. They only mated with their own kind for procreation, or divulged in lusty encounters with each other or the poor hapless humans back in Denbyshire for sheer physical pleasure.
As the lights of Ansuul vanished completely behind the night foliage, Arielle came back to her senses from her reverie, finally turning to face forward into the whipping wind. As she strained her eyes to focus on the ominous woods ahead, a single tear squeezed out, quickly drying in the harsh and chilling air. This part of travel through the woods back and forth to her refuge was always intimidating, and now she just wanted to return home, though it was with dread, as she knew her parents would be furious to find out where she had been. One of her nosy younger sisters had ratted on her once again, and Caroline, as the oldest and most responsible, was sent out to fetch her once again. When was Arielle ever going to learn to follow the rules? But that was just it – she didn’t want to follow the rules. Her nervous heartbeat was competing with the drum of Annabelle’s hooves. She and Caroline were silent the rest of the ride home.
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