by Myln Hurn
“It certainly is different, Blue. But I should imagine that Tatiana finds it hard to care for it like this, don’t you?”
Blue looked quite serious before she answered. “I guess so.” She splashed and splatted the bubbles and the water a few times before she continued. “Can I come in and sleep in your bed, Unka Hunner? Since I miss my mommy and daddy.”
Hunter stared in disbelief at how much Blue resembled his sister just then. Her head was bent just enough so that when she looked up it appeared as if her eyes were surrounded by stars instead of just wet eyelashes. God! This girl was a charmer and conniver and she was only three years old! For a moment he wondered whose heart she’d be breaking before too much longer. Before he could answer, Tatiana was doing it for him.
“Let’s see if you can sleep in your bed first, darling. If you wake up and can’t fall back to sleep, after you gather all of your friends into bed first, of course, then you can come in, okay?”
Blue nodded. She lifted her hands and looked at her fingers. Turning her palms toward him, she spoke. “See, Unka Hunner? Prunes! All clean now!”
“Anybody need help drying off in here?” he offered with a sly wink at Tatiana.
“No! I mean we have to rinse off first. Then we’ll go and dry off in Blue’s room and let you have the bathroom.”
“I get it. You two women steal all the hot water, use up all the bubbles and I get left to clean the tub.”
Blue was standing now, clearly indicating she was finished. “Okay, Unka Hunner.”
After the ladies had retreated he had grabbed a shower and taken time to shave again. Lying in bed now, he wondered how he would feel if this were his house and Blue his daughter. He had never been big on kids. They were okay, but after AnnaBelle had grown up, he’d never been around any other children. But Blue was pretty special, he was discovering. She made him smile at the simplest of things and laugh at the silliest. In fact, he didn’t think he had smiled or laughed this much since AnnaBelle had been a young child and he spent so much of his time caring for her.
Closing his eyes, he imagined the scene in the bathtub again. The difference was that Tatiana was his wife and the child was black-haired like her mother. Both of them had short hair and looked like water sprites. He would have walked over and sat on the rim, offering to help wash hair or backs. In his meandering, Tatiana looked so sexy with her fuller than normal breasts, burgeoning with milk for their soon-to-be born second child. Her swollen belly was hidden beneath the bubbles.
God! The scene was so sexy and wild he couldn’t believe it. But it was so much more than sexy. It was the kind of feeling that got under your skin and changed your life forever. He hadn’t come here to find love, or change his life. Sex was what he wanted and nothing else. Hell! He didn’t need, and he certainly wouldn’t choose, the headache this kind of life could inevitably bring him.
“Finally! I was starting to think she would never fall asleep. Hopefully the hot bath was enough to relax her and she’ll sleep through the night.”
Hunter opened his eyes as Tatiana spoke. She looked so beautiful his breath caught in his chest. It wasn’t just the fact that she had a nice face and body. Everything about her had shown her to have a beautiful spirit as well. The feeling to claim her as his was strong inside him once again. Seeing her wearing one of his T-shirts only increased the feelings. He watched her walk to the bathroom and come back with a towel. She sat on the far side of the bed and began drying her hair. He tossed the covers back and moved to sit behind her on the bed.
“Scoot back and I’ll dry it for you. Where is your comb?”
“Here,” she said, holding up her hand. “Okay.” She moved back on the bed until she was between his widespread thighs.
Hunter started drying her hair with the towel. “Can you tell me what the bet that you lost was about?”
At least a minute passed before she spoke. “Lamenta bet me after you left that you would go and see Fauster.”
“And you figured that I wouldn’t. Why?”
“I’m not sure, exactly. I was watching you from the window, but Lamenta knew the moment I turned away that she’d won.”
Hunter set the towel down and took her comb. Drawing the large toothed device through her rainbow-hued strands, he still wondered about it. “But it was Blue who changed your hair, right? So what does the hair, losing a bet and Lamenta’s master plan have to do with life in general?”
“I told you about Lamenta teaching Blue some spells. It’s all in fun.”
“I can see where having hair like a rainbow could be a real kicker in the pursuit of fun—”
“That is not it. When I lose I have to assist Blue in a spell, thus the hair. Usually it is just Lamenta who gets the makeover.”
Hunter pulled her hair to one side and lowered his mouth to kiss her shoulder. He then placed small nibbling kisses along her neck to her earlobe, which he caught between his teeth. Tatiana leaned back into his chest, bending her head further over. It completely exposed her and Hunter realized how easy it would be to lower his mouth again, only this time he would place his mouth over her neck veins. She was so small it would not take much effort to make a deep puncture and begin drinking her blood. It was almost a shock to him how easy it would be to do this to her. His hand could stifle any cry that might accidentally wake the child. Yes, it was nearly perfect.
“I can tell that you are thinking about taking me even now.”
Hunter stopped as he heard Tatiana’s voice. Her passion was tamped down, but still palpable. He moved his other hand to her thigh, and then under the T-shirt. His finger probed her tender, soft, wet pussy flesh. Coating his fingers with the slippery wetness, he began teasing her clit until her hips jerked reflexively.
“I’ve wanted to shove my cock up that tight little cunt of yours all day!” he whispered and kissed his way along her neck again.
“I didn’t mean that…I meant that you want to suck my blood! I think you want to see what I taste like—am I salty, or perhaps a little too sweet? How long has it been since you’ve really gotten off on this, Hunter? How long since you have made love to a woman and truly taken her, possessed her as only you can do? I have seen you staring at my throat at times. Sometimes the fire has seemed like it would consume me entirely in the flames and leave nothing behind. Would you leave me spent in the ashes?”
Hunter shouted inside himself to turn away from her warmth and satiny smooth flesh. But his mouth opened and pressed to her neck. At first he kissed her lightly, a scant brushing of his lips, and then suddenly he opened his mouth and let his teeth gently rest on her skin. They nipped lightly, not cutting into the flesh, only scraping it. His blood was boiling as he felt her heart beating steadily through her veins. He opened his mouth a little wider as the need to be acknowledged flared within him. Tatiana was taunting him verbally even as he felt her body taunting him to physically possess her, if he dared.
Taking a deep breath, he was ready to jump her bones when something stopped him. He continued to work her clit with his fingers, but he lifted his mouth and kissed his way up her neck to her ear once again.
“What do you know about Fauster’s breeding program? You mentioned it the other morning. What else do you know about Fauster, AnnaBelle and my family?”
“I only know what I read in Lamenta’s diary. When I saw a line drawn by your name, but with a name in pencil written in, it was only natural for me to ask for the rest of the details. She said she left the space beside your name blank, and then, when Fauster made his new decision she filled in the new woman’s name. That doesn’t mean that you have to follow through with it. You are independent of Fauster and free to breed—”
Tatiana’s voice cracked and it was a few seconds before she spoke the words to complete her thoughts. “You are free to breed with anyone you choose.”
“That is true. So, tell me the woman’s name and then I will recognize her should I meet her along the way.” Hunter stopped and tensed abruptly. “God,
Tat! Is it you? Is that why you are living with Lamenta?”
Hunter was stunned by how fast and strong Tatiana was as she spun around, knocked him flat on the bed and rose up over him. “No, damn it! It isn’t me. It’s someone I don’t know. If Fauster figures out what we’ve been doing we’ll have to give him a good lie.”
Tatiana moved away from him, tossing the towel off and setting her comb on the dresser. She stopped and looked at her long hair. Turning back to face Hunter, she leaned against the dresser.
“So, tell me, Hunter, do you want to be sucked off first?”
“I’ll probably regret this, Tatiana. But maybe we should talk…”
His voice faded away as Tatiana pulled his T-shirt up and over her head, tossing it aside. Her body was dimly lit by the lamp on his side of the bed. If he were a painter, this is how he would capture her beauty—the perfect combination of curves, valleys, lights and shadows. Her face was mostly in shadow, but he could see her mouth as she started to speak. Then he realized she wasn’t saying a word.
Tatiana pulled one long strand of her extraordinary hair forward and wrapped it around her index middle finger. As she started sucking on the tip of that finger, Hunter groaned.
“You are not playing fair, Tatiana.”
She walked toward him slowly, unwinding the hair from her finger. “I haven’t started playing with you yet. And by morning this will be black, and shortly after that it will be gone.”
Hunter watched as she put one knee on the bed and started to take control of the situation. He lay back on the bed as she came down beside him, her hand caressing his chest, his nipples. Her mouth moved in to replace her fingers on the nearest nipple.
Feeling her hot mouth sucking on him, grating her white teeth against the nub’s hardness was incredibly erotic. The feeling intensified two-fold when her free hand arrowed straight down his abdomen and enclosed his hard cock. Wrapped around his hardness, her small soft hand began stroking up and down.
His eyes were closed, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could last when she spoke to him. Looking lower, he saw that she had moved down and her hair was wrapped around his cock, which was hard as a rock and rapidly demanding her full attention.
“God! Tatiana, this is so sexy!”
She smiled up at him. “You want something even better?” Her lips curved upward.
“Uh, yeah. What?”
“Anything?” she asked, barely above a whisper.
“I guess so,” Hunter told her, but wasn’t sure this was a good idea. His doubts escalated a moment later when she grabbed his hands and began to leave the bed. “I thought you said it would be better.”
Tatiana pulled him with her to the bathroom. “It will be, trust me.”
Chapter 11
In the bathroom, Tatiana turned away from him for a moment and started rummaging around in the drawers. When she turned back around she held a small pair of scissors and a razor. Rubbing one side of his face, he told her quickly, “I shaved while you were in with Blue, sweetheart. Feel for yourself. Smooth as a baby’s butt.”
Tatiana smiled and came closer until she was right in front of him. Her hand lifted toward his face and then suddenly dropped and snagged his pubic hair. “I was thinking of making you smooth somewhere else.”
“Good Gaw…” Hunter took a step backward, stopping as he pressed against the shower stall’s glass door.
Tatiana followed. “Don’t tell me a big, brave vampire like you is afraid of a little haircut.”
“Not on my head, I’m not!”
Tatiana grinned, curled her hand around his cock and stroked him to the tip, lingering and caressing. “You will be perfectly safe in my hands. See?”
Hunter groaned in response to her touch. “All right! Make me look like I’m ten again!”
“You will never look like a little boy, believe me! Now this is best done in bed. Take this towel, spread it out and then park your amazing ass in the middle of it.”
Hunter walked out of the bathroom, stopping to glance over his shoulder. “Amazing, huh?” He could hear Tatiana laughing as he left. Lying on the bed a minute later and waiting for her, he couldn’t believe he was going to let her do this to him. Hell! He was the kind of man who did stuff like this to his women…his woman. Even in his head he was realizing that he just might be turning into a one-woman man after all.
* * * * *
Tatiana walked into the bedroom a few minutes later. Hunter was lying on the bed with his head propped on his hands. He could be mistaken for some kind of god or a Greek statue. Her eyes moved down to his manhood and she realized that he was better endowed than any artwork she’d ever seen. Reaching the bed, she set down her supplies and then began turning on the lights. She shut the door but left it so if pushed it could be easily opened from the other side. Coming back to Hunter, she sat beside him. She handed him a towel.
“It’s your job to focus on the door for now. If you hear anything, cover up.”
“What about you? Not that I don’t enjoy the scenery—”
Tatiana slapped his hand away from her breast. “Behave! Remember I have scissors in my hand.”
She bent her head and quickly began cutting his pubic hair off. Then she smeared him all over with the shaving cream. Without a word, she shaved him smooth quietly and efficiently. Finally, she used a washcloth and cleaned him off entirely. Getting off the bed, she spoke to him softly.
“You open the door a little and turn off the lights. I’ll be back in a moment.” Tatiana went into the bathroom and cleaned everything up as quickly as she could. Looking in the mirror she considered cutting her hair right now. She didn’t like the memories it brought back seeing it long, no matter what color it was. Shaking her head, she walked back to the bedroom.
Hunter was lying on the bed with the covers folded back. All the lights were off except the one by the bed, but it was dimmed. Walking back toward him she could feel her heart racing and her tummy doing somersaults. This wasn’t the first time, she reminded herself. And this wasn’t for eternity, either. That was the most important thing to remember. She had no doubts, which was probably reinforced by Lamenta stating in her diary that Hunter would eventually do as his father wanted.
His goal was morally correct. Everything about Hunter told her that he was a good man, a good vampire. When push came to shove he would do the right thing. What remained unanswered was whether she wanted him to choose her or reject her, to be safe. For now, it just didn’t matter. She spoke softly.
“Now, where was I?”
Hunter grinned at Tatiana. She looked so beautiful as she walked over to him that his cock was already hard. He’d be lucky if he didn’t embarrass himself. Her hands pulled the covers the rest of the way off of him and she slowly draped herself across his body. There was no resistance as he let her position his legs apart and she moved between them. Propped over one of his thighs, Tatiana pulled her hair forward.
Suddenly, Hunter surprised Tatiana and himself by reaching down and grabbing her hand. “Wait!”
Tatiana looked up at him and he could see the confusion on her face. “What’s wrong, Hunter?”
“You don’t need to do this if you don’t want to, Tatiana.”
She didn’t reply, nor did she move for long moments. Then he saw tears slowly slide down her cheeks. “Why did you say that, Hunter? Why now?”
He sat up and pulled her into his arms. “I don’t know, Tatiana. I just want you to know that if there is something…between us that you feel uncomfortable with then I want you to know it’s okay.”
Tatiana smiled up at him. “Okay, but I wanted to do this for you.”
“That’s what I’m saying, Tatiana. If you don’t want to, that is fine. I understand.”
She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “Does that mean you are ready to turn out the light and go to sleep?”
Hunter grinned. He moved one hand to her breast, cupping it playfully. “Not necessarily. I was actually wondering if I c
ould interest the lady in some good old-fashioned missionary sex.”
Tatiana smiled. “Well, I guess that would be all right, since you insist. Just make it quick.” She rolled away from him, lying flat on her back, arms at her sides and thighs widespread.
Hunter leaned over and kissed the side of her face and started working his way down. But he got distracted by her breasts, kissing his way across them before sucking on one and then back to the other. Finally he worked his hand down to her pussy, beginning to slowly stroke her wet lips. Easing one finger onto her hooded skin, he gently massaged the tender and sensitive flesh. Back and forth, over and over, he scooped up more of her wetness and returned to slip and slide all over her clit.
Hunter watched her face, waiting for her first climax. He saw the tension rising and then there was the rapid flexing of her hips, so he slid two fingers inside her. Without pause, Hunter moved his fingers within her cunt. His head moved between her thighs and his tongue began the assault on her clit. Tatiana gasped and then she bit down on her hand and then her forearm as two more orgasms shook her body. The massage going on inside her cunt was relentless, and moments later she released her last bit of control. Her body spasmed hard and wildly and Hunter licked her juices as they squirted out.
While her body was still contracting, Hunter quickly surged upward and thrust inside her cunt. Immediately her flesh enclosed his cock and drew him more deeply inside her heat. Groaning, he savored the feeling of his smooth flesh against her soft, silky-smooth pussy. Good God! This felt incredibly sweet, erotic and addicting. He knew that he could happily do this at least once a day, if not more often, for the rest of his life. Buried inside Tatiana’s cunt he knew what home felt like for the first time in longer than he could remember. It was heady and potent, this combination of emotional and physical need and satiation all being met within one place, one person.
He felt Tatiana’s legs lifting for him to penetrate her more deeply. For a second he remembered a condom, but then he recalled that Tatiana had murmured that there was nothing to worry about. He had mentioned he was perfectly healthy, and he knew she was disease free. And in the back of his mind, he thought she had said that pregnancy wasn’t a risk.