Blood Dreams 2: Hunter's Legacy

by Myln Hurn

  “What breeding program? What are you talking about?”

  Tatiana looked into Hunter’s eyes and knew she couldn’t lie to him. “I know about Fauster and his crazy schemes.”

  Immediately Hunter stiffened and released his grip on her arm. “Just what do you think you know?”

  “He’s an old vampire, and so is Iain. Lamenta acts as his donor occasionally, and she is a witch. You used to be a vampire hunter until Fauster converted you.”

  Tatiana stopped talking abruptly as Hunter’s hand covered her mouth.

  “Shh! That’s enough already. There is no need to shout it to the world.”

  “Me? You were the one who kept asking me questions.”

  She turned angrily and started back across the open park area. Hunter stayed by her side, but he made no further attempts to speak to her, either. Blue was ready to come home, and Hunter carried her on his shoulders part of the way and his arms the rest when she got too tired.

  It was obvious that Blue was exhausted, which suited Tatiana just fine. She wasn’t up to a lot of chatter or questions tonight. She fixed a light dinner for Blue and then bathed her and put her to bed for the night. When she came back downstairs, she found that Hunter was seated on the sofa and obviously waiting for her return. He spoke first, reaching out to stop her from walking past him and into the kitchen.

  “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped at you.”

  Tatiana looked down into his eyes. He was leaning forward on the sofa and looking up at her. Since she wasn’t very tall, rarely was she in this position, except with Blue. “I was stupid to blurt it out like that. I mean it really isn’t any of my business.”

  “I think this afternoon pretty much made my business your business now, and probably vice versa. By the way, I ordered Chinese for dinner while you were upstairs.

  It should be here in about thirty minutes.”

  Tatiana had to smile. “Did you get something sweet and sour?”

  “Yeah, sweet and sour chicken. Oh, and egg rolls with extra sauce.”

  Tatiana folded her hands together and looked up. “Thank you, Lord. A man who understands women and Chinese food!”

  Hunter laughed as he stood up. “Let’s do whatever dishes there are while we wait, okay?”

  Tatiana nodded and they walked into the kitchen together.

  Chapter 6

  Hunter leaned back into the sofa and watched while Tatiana continued to devour the food he had ordered. Her appetite surprised him.

  “How do you stay so tiny if you eat like this all the time?” he finally asked her quietly.

  “I don’t eat like this all the time, and chasing after Blue helps me work a lot of it off. Also, I teach a class three times a week. It’s a self-defense class and it works a lot of calories off. I get to toss around hunky looking cops and I’m the envy of all the other women in the class.”

  “How did you become a self-defense expert?”

  Hunter paused to sip the beer that he had raided from Iain’s private stash. Tatiana didn’t look at all like any of the self-defense experts he’d met in his life, male or female. She looked more like a fragile ballerina—the kind you always saw circling endlessly on a little girl’s jewelry box.

  “When I first came here, a friend of Fauster’s was starting a class. Lamenta and AnnaBelle had talked him into it actually.”

  “Oh really. And what were his qualifications?”

  “He’s a cop. I took the class and excelled—those were Pete’s words. I continued to learn and progress, and the rest is history. We have class tomorrow if you want to come and watch.”

  “We?”

  “Blue comes with me. She likes to pretend she’s working out and fighting evil demons. The class has become so successful there are waiting lists and lots of requests for me to teach more classes as well. Pete is thinking about taking early retirement and running a place full time, but he wants me to join him in the venture.”

  Tatiana stopped and started to gather together their used plates and utensils. She started combining the leftovers when Hunter spoke.

  “Just what kind of joining does this Pete have in mind?”

  Hunter saw the surprise on her face at his words and he knew immediately that what he had said sounded just as jealous as he was feeling at the moment. Where the hell feelings of jealousy had come from he had no idea. He wasn’t the kind of man who became jealous. Relationships were open.

  “A working venture is what Pete Walters is interested in. He will need someone willing to commit the time something like this will require. There is a real need out there not only for self-defense, but also for fitness. Women want to feel confident and they are looking for safe classes for their daughters as well. We offer classes for aerobics, yoga and tai chai as well as the defense classes.”

  “Do you have a physical education degree of some kind?”

  Tatiana stood up abruptly and started for the kitchen. “No, I don’t. I believe that you think I am not equipped for the job.”

  Hunter picked up the box with the leftovers and the discarded ones and followed Tatiana to the kitchen. He tossed the used ones into the garbage can and put the other into the refrigerator. Turning, he leaned against the counter beside Tatiana where she was rinsing off their used dishes. He crossed his arms before he spoke.

  “I have no doubt as to precisely what equipment Walters has his eyes glued to while you’re hopping and strutting around, bouncing to the music!”

  A second later the silverware and the dishes clanged angrily together. Tatiana turned to glare at Hunter. “What an insulting thing to say!”

  Hunter ignored the smarter voice in his head telling him to back off. Instead he turned to face her, glaring right back at her. His eyes, though, dropped down to gaze at her full breasts, which at the moment were quite well concealed beneath a heavy sweatshirt she had added while she was upstairs bathing Blue.

  “It’s not the least bit insulting. You’ve got a great pair of knockers, love. I keep getting a hard-on all day, watching them bounce and jiggle as you play with the little one. In fact, they are sweet enough to make me wish I were a swaddling babe who could get away with sucking your teats morning till night.”

  Hunter moved so fast Tatiana didn’t even see him start to change his position. Suddenly she was swung up and set down on the kitchen table. He pressed his rock hard cock against the soft flesh hidden by her cotton shorts.

  “But at night, I want to be all ‘growed’ up again so I can play hide the sausage in your bed!”

  Her wide legged shorts offered no resistance as he pulled them aside. He groaned loudly when he found out the minx had been traipsing around without her panties on. He jerked the zipper on his jeans down and her wetness allowed him to enter her soft flesh with just one push forward.

  “Oh God!” Hunter groaned as her soft, wet lips seemed to suck his cock inside and then close down tight and warm around him. “I want you, Tatiana! God, honey! I think I need you!”

  His hands pushed her sweatshirt up and over the top of her head. Her unbound breasts were more beautiful than he had remembered from just a few hours earlier. As he cupped them, held them, he thought they seemed fuller, or perhaps they were firmer. After he squeezed and massaged each globe for a few moments longer, he was sure they felt heavier than they had earlier. Believing that, he stopped rubbing her breasts to bounce them in his hands, pausing to tickle, tweak and pull on her sensitive nipples.

  Each touch upon her nipple seemed to elicit a deep and uncontrollably wild response from her body. He sped up the assault until each nipple protruded nearly three-fourths of an inch from her breast. God! He wanted to suck them!

  He slid his hands to her hips and held her still as he thrust in and out of her body. He talked to her slowly.

  “Each time I thrust into you, baby, I get to see your boobs bounce and jiggle. It is so amazingly sexy. Lean back for me on the table. Now, lift your hands above your head…like that! Oh yeah!”

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p; Tatiana told her hands to push Hunter away. She told her mouth to tell him no. Then she tried to tell herself that it wasn’t her legs that had lifted to wrap around Hunter, holding him close and deeply buried inside her body. It had started in his angry response to her replies and what she thought had looked like jealousy in his eyes. But now it just felt almost too damned good to be true!

  But each time he thrust forward, there was the sound of his balls slapping against her wet flesh. The amount of wetness she had produced surprised her on some level of consciousness. But the most important thing was the overwhelming sensuality of every slide of Hunter’s big cock into her cunt. It was easy and followed by the loud and almost lascivious sound of his come-filled sac bouncing off her dripping pussy.

  Her nipples were peaked hard and taut atop her full breasts, which danced and jiggled with each shove of his body against hers. Remembering his words moments earlier only aroused her more. Her voice was cracked and her throat dry as she spoke.

  “Sucks my tits, Hunter! Please, suck my nipples. Please!” she repeated her entreaty when he didn’t start immediately.

  “I will, my sweet. Use your hands and push your boobs together for me. Make it easy for me to go from one to the other.”

  Tatiana moved her hands to the sides of her breasts and mounded them together, creating an impressive cleavage. Hunter kissed one nipple lightly and then suckled the other deeply into his mouth. Over and over he sucked one nipple and then the other. He resisted her urges to speed up his thrusts, also. Tatiana grabbed hold of his shirt and pulled him closer.

  Then she heard her voice but it seemed like it belonged to someone else.

  “Fuck me, Hunter! Please, now!”

  Tatiana heard the demand in her voice and was surprised by it. But Hunter was a gentleman and always strove to make a lady happy. He sped his thrusts up, grinding his pelvis into hers. Taking her body as his possession, one of his hands moved to her mound and slipped down until his finger delved into her soft flesh. With his finger on her clit, Hunter worked Tatiana’s body slowly into an upward climb. Just when she thought she was ready, he would ease back on the tempo or the speed with which his fingers strummed her clit as if it were a prized violin.

  Tatiana tried to catch her breath when he began once more. His mouth sucked and licked at her nipples. She felt his finger easing back onto her tender clit, and with only a few more strokes and presses, it finally happened. She lost control in a feverish release of emotions. Over and over her hips jerked upward and Hunter had to hold onto her hips.

  His control was only a veneer. As he felt the contracting muscles of her cunt around his cock, and the small shivers that haunted her spasmed flesh, Hunter lost his control. He thrust forward and ignoring that voice of sanity, he didn’t pull out at the last minute. Instead he pulled her hips firmly against his, shooting his seed into her body. In the back of his mind, he wanted to get Tatiana pregnant. He liked the idea of seeing her body swell with his seed in her belly.

  Finally, with a last shout of triumph, Hunter stiffened and thrust forward one last time. He pushed hard against her body, almost as if by doing so he could guarantee her impregnation. Not moving, Hunter savored the feel of just being inside her for a few moments longer. It had been a long time since he had come so hard that he felt drained by it. Looking down at Tatiana, her eyes closed and her head turned to the side, he could see the long line of her exposed throat. He could almost see the soft pulsations beneath her skin as the blood flowed through her sweet body.

  It stunned him how much he wanted her. But this was going deeper than just sex. Sure, she was attractive, and he had the impression that she could probably make him come just by strutting around in one of her little T-shirt and shorts outfits. There was something about her, and he had a bad feeling that it was only she that would be able to satisfy his deepest urges.

  With training he had subverted his blood lust as many vampires had, perfecting the psychic draining techniques that had become a relatively standard operating procedure these days. For him, being an “infant” as far as vampires went in age, his adeptness at the subversion was remarkable. Fauster had told him it could take years and had wanted him to remain with him while he perfected his techniques. Thinking back, he easily remembered that the old vampire had been so casual…

  “Don’t worry, Hunter. The drive will lessen over time, as will the feelings of a hunger that can never be satisfied. I’ll be able to help you find your way past the sanguineous ways of the past and into the psychic draining that is becoming our future. You will soon see how perfect my plan is.”

  Fauster had walked away from him toward his small efficiency style kitchen. Hunter had watched him from the sofa where he had awakened to his “new life,” as Fauster called it, only minutes earlier. The old bastard was insane. He had ripped at his neck, claiming to be a vampire, and now he was acting as if he were one! It was sheer insanity. His family was the longest known vampire slayers, and now hunters, in recorded history. Their parents, his and AnnaBelle’s, were seventh generation, if his brain was still functioning correctly, anyway.

  But then he had lifted his hand and felt the wound on his neck. There had been the strange taste in his mouth—a combination of undercooked red meat, iron and salt! God! What the hell was happening? His uncle had been talking about some kind of plan he had been working on for several centuries.

  Hunter had struggled to sit up on the sofa, but quickly pressed his palms to the sides of his head. The pounding, or pulsing, had been terrible. It had to have been the worst headache he’d ever had. Damn! He needed to remember. His uncle Fauster had been telling him that AnnaBelle was the culmination of his breeding plan. With her birth, he had achieved perfection of human traits—she was smart, physically fit and almost beyond healthy, and now she was ready to be bred for the new generation of vampire to emerge. Vampires would no longer hide from the sun, or fight to subvert their blood lusts. No longer would they struggle to reach the higher plane of the psychic vampire. For the first time—

  Damn it all! Hunter cursed again as he struggled to remember everything that had happened since his arrival to visit his uncle. He remembered meeting the odd woman called Lamenta. After only a short time he had sensed the deeper relationship between the woman and his uncle. God! Hunter hit his forehead with the palm of his hand in anger. Now he recalled that Fauster had told him Lamenta was his “donor.”

  Of course he had heard the term. All vampire hunters knew about the growing sect of people who volunteered, or accepted payment, to be sucked on by a vampire. It was a complete subculture these days, and there was a cult that even paid the vampires to suck them. Of course, many people at this level had more money than brains, as far as Hunter considered them. In his estimation, the three groups could be defined quite easily by dumb, dumber and dumbest being the ones who paid for it. Still it took all kinds to make a world.

  “The headache will fade shortly, Hunter,” Fauster had told him from across the room. “I’ll have this ready in just a few moments. Most new vampires have to make do with animal blood until they convert. But you will find that I have a lot of connections in this city.”

  Hunter had watched as Fauster turned and began walking toward him. He was carrying a clear glass mug, and it was filled with red…God! His mind had rebelled at the thought that his uncle was giving him blood to drink. He turned away as the cup was held out to him.

  “Don’t be foolish, Hunter. I can easily overpower you right now. You are weak and will continue this way until you feed. I’ve warmed it for you, and even though you wouldn’t know the difference yet, this is human blood. Pure blood, to be exact. That is getting harder and harder to find, you know. Now, drink it!”

  Hunter had taken the cup but it felt like it was someone else’s hand that was bringing the warm cup to his mouth, someone else drinking the warm blood, but it was his body that began to feel changes starting inside. Closing his eyes it had seemed like he could feel things adapting, modifying a
nd mutating on the deepest of human levels. It felt almost as if his very DNA was being rewritten.

  He had lowered the cup once it had been drained. Fauster had taken it from his fingers and returned to the kitchen. As he walked away, he started speaking again.

  “It won’t be long now, son. You will feel the changes. Luckily I am here to help you through this metamorphosis, so to speak. Soon, my son, you will emerge from your cocoon, your previous life, and you will be ready to begin the life you have been bred for. This is a great day indeed.”

  Hunter couldn’t help the need to lie back down on the sofa. He had felt hot, flushed almost dizzy. Instead of the repulsing nausea he anticipated, he had been sated. In his mind sprang the images he’d seen once while traveling in Africa on the Serengeti. Clearly he had visualized the way the lions looked after stuffing themselves following their kill. They were satiated and replete. For them, their life’s work had been completed. The drive, the hunt, and finally the kill were as natural to them as sleeping and drinking water. They did these things to survive. It was animalistic but it was part of their DNA to do these things. There was no choice…he no longer had any choice…

  Chapter 7

  “Hunter, please. I need to get up. Hunter!”

  He turned toward the sound and saw that he was still standing between Tatiana’s widespread thighs. How long they had been like this was a mystery to him, but he knew it had been about a minute or so because of the barely noticeable quivering in his leg muscles. He moved his hands to rest on Tatiana’s thighs and her skin felt cool to his touch.

  “I’m sorry, Tatiana. I lost track of time, I guess.”

  “It’s all right. I’m just getting stiff from lying here. I need to get to bed because Blue will be up early tomorrow.”

  Hunter pulled away from her body reluctantly. He watched the separation and was immediately struck by the slightly stretched out appearance of her cunt and his seed seeping out slowly. Their lack of protection struck him once again. She started to move but stopped when he cupped his hand across her pussy. Immediately her cheeks grew bright pink in embarrassment. Why she should feel any shame or embarrassment seemed kind of crazy to him.