An attractive blonde slid onto the stool next to him. “Hello.” She greeted him with a smile.
Nathan nodded to the woman before turning to face the front of the bar. He wasn’t up to casual banter, either. The blonde shrugged her shoulders and reached into her purse, pulling out a pack of filtered cigarettes. She placed one in her mouth and lit it, taking a long drag before finally exhaling. The smoke wafted to the left, right into Nathan’s face. He had not had a smoke since waking. The smell brought him back to reality somewhat.
“Excuse me. Could I get a cigarette from you?”
“Oh, I’m good enough to talk to now, huh?” She smiled to let him know she was kidding and in spite of himself, he smiled back.
“Sorry ’bout that,” Nathan apologized. “I have had a rough couple of days.”
“I understand about rough.”
Nathan looked at the woman properly for the first time. She was petite with very pretty features, a sharp nose, high cheekbones, green eyes, short blond hair and small, firm breasts. In a way, she reminded him of Sandra. Sandra. He hadn’t given her much thought since he had awakened to the nightmare of Corazon de la Muerte. The police had probably already scavenged his apartment. He hoped she would recover from the emotional scars he’d inflicted on her. Personally, he was just grateful only her emotions needed to recover.
“Hey… are ya with me, partner?” the young lady asked Nathan, tapping his hand to get his attention.
“What?” He forced himself back into the present.
“I lost you for a moment. Welcome back.” She grinned.
Nathan smiled again. This was a nice woman. Someone he could really like. Still, it would be better if he left her alone. “I have to go,” he told her abruptly, remembering his last night with a woman he really liked and not wanting another Beth incident.
“Wait.” The blonde grabbed him lightly by the arm. He turned to her quickly with a speed that startled her and she let go.
“Didn’t you want a cigarette?” she asked hesitantly, holding one out to him.
Nathan stood perfectly still for a moment, holding his breath. He really did want a cigarette, more because of habit than nicotine addiction. Since becoming a creature of the night, his only “addiction” was for blood. He cautiously reached for the cigarette. His fingers brushed her hand as he took it from her. A jolt of excitement rushed through him and he felt how strongly she lusted for him. Amazingly, the touch stirred his groin but left his inner demon alone.
“Thanks.” He smiled at her again as he put the cigarette to his mouth.
She held up a Zippo lighter with pearl inlays. He cupped his hands around hers and leaned into the flame, drawing breath slowly, causing the tip to fire up brightly. Nathan inhaled deeply before allowing the smoke to drift from his mouth. God, she’s so fucking sexy. The music stopped for a moment and then a slow song that spoke of sex and longing began to play.
“Would you like to dance?” she asked sweetly.
Nathan debated for about half a second between smoking the cigarette and holding a beautiful woman for the first time in a long time while his inner demon was behaving itself.
“Sure.” He grinned, putting out the cigarette in the ashtray on the bar.
She grasped his hand and the surge of sexual energy nearly threw him to the floor. Seeing the look in his eyes, the woman began to giggle as she led him to the center of the dance area. Her short, tan suede skirt accented her firm thighs and a chocolate brown sweater contoured her enticing breasts.
Nathan trembled. This is a bad idea. He worried about his control of the Beast as she slid into his arms. A small breath escaped his lips.
Smiling seductively, the woman rubbed her stomach against his groin. His cock twitched in response. He kneaded his hands down the curve of her back. The way her body tightened with pleasure thrilled him. Her want matched his need as she pushed her breasts against his abdomen and slid them down over his crotch then back up.
His cock grew hard instantly.
Someone was watching him. It was Guillermo, looking at him with gratification.
“Fuck him,” Nathan murmured aloud.
“What?” The blonde stared deep into his green eyes. “Fuck who?”
“No one.” He turned his attention back to the seductive vixen in his arms.
“Too bad.” She allowed a half smile to play on her face.
It was Nathan’s turn to be confused.
“What?”
“I said it was too bad.”
“What is too bad?”
“That you don’t want to fuck anyone.”
“What?”
She had lost him somewhere in the conversation.
“You are thick, but I like my men big and dumb.” She laughed. “You said ‘fuck him,’ I said ‘fuck who,’ and you said ‘no one.’ I just think it’s a shame that you don’t want to fuck anyone. That’s all.” She reached down and squeezed his now aching cock. “Nice package.” She started massaging the thick shaft. “I can’t wait to see what it’s like outside this tight leather.”
His last experience with a woman had turned out disastrous and last night’s little happenings didn’t make him feel very confident. He glanced again at Guillermo who was still watching him. The tall Latino smiled encouragingly.
Nathan leaned over a little so that she could lay her head on his shoulder. He felt something warm and wet on his neck. It was her lips and then her tongue. The tongue traced the inward curve leading to his collarbone, resting with a soft kiss over his carotid artery. It pulsated rapidly in response. He closed his eyes, unsure of what to do next. She slid her hand up, then down into the front of his pants and ran her fingers, flesh to flesh, over his rock-hard cock. His body quaked with excitement.
He risked a kiss, placing his hot, moist mouth over hers. Slowly, he licked her lower lip and then slipped his tongue into her mouth. The tip slid over her teeth, exploring every inch of her mouth. He sucked her tongue slowly and rhythmically into his mouth. She tasted of sweet liqueur and cigarettes. His hands clutched at her firm breasts and taut nipples. The entire club surrounding seemed to fade. The only thing he allowed himself to feel and see was her.
He slid his palms down her waist and over her hips to the bottom of her skirt. She casually pulled it up, exposing white silk panties. His hand found its way around the front of her thigh and a finger probed between her legs.
Wetness and heat surrounded his index finger as he felt her slit, soaked with excitement. Her hands came up to his face, pulled him from her mouth down to her neck. He kissed down the curve, his right hand going around her buttocks, lifting her with ease. She tightened her legs around his waist. His left hand slid across her chest and pulled her sweater down at the neck. The fabric gave with incredible ease to reveal the white upper flesh of her breast. He kissed the soft fragrant skin.
She moaned and pulled his head further down. His tongue licked the soft textured surface of her nipple; his hand gravitating back down between her legs to thrust a finger in and out of her wet pussy. He drew his hand back slightly so that his fingers were free to massage and manipulate her swelling clit. She thrust her cunt forward, but he had other things in mind. Removing his hand from beneath her skirt, he slid the wet finger over her nipple then licked the fruit of his labor from her pert bosom. In most places, a scene like this would have been awkward, but at Corazon de la Muerte, it just became another erotic act.
“Oh God, I am so turned on,” she moaned in his ear. “I want to fuck you.”
“Right here?” he asked in a low throaty voice.
“Maybe someplace a little more discreet,” she laughed quietly.
He took her hand and virtually dragged her across the club, up to the room he’d slept in earlier. The sheets had been changed from a burgundy to a very dark hunter green. Candles lit the room, providing a dreamlike quality to the ambience. They walked to the bed. Nathan felt like he was floating. The night did not feel real.
Impatient fing
ers reached for the buttons on his pants with skillful ease. The gold silk shirt was pulled from his trousers and lifted over his head, exposing his muscular chest. Her hands rubbed over his nipples, giving them a slight tug before moving to his zipper. She kissed down his chest, pulling his pants down at the same time. His anxious cock snapped against his abdomen. A soft mouth licked the head, then the long shaft when the pants were down to his knees. She sucked his right testicle into her mouth when his pants hit the floor.
Nathan closed his eyes. Even now, with this beautiful woman licking and sucking him, he could not erase a vision of Guillermo placing his hot Latin mouth over the head of his erection. Nathan moaned in pleasure. Static electricity moved through his body and he could feel a spark pop her lips.
The woman jumped a little, her mouth sliding off his shaft. “Yikes, lover. You’re, like, electric.” She wiggled her eyebrows, smiled, then went back to work licking and sucking his rigid and apparently electrically charged erection.
He could feel his eyes slipping the norm.
No. Not now!
His demon had decided to put in an appearance. Pushing the girl away, Nathan fell to his knees and buried his head into the bed, trying to hold back his inner self, his Beast.
“It’s going to be all right,” the woman said in a soothing voice.
“No, it isn’t,” Nathan growled, his voice already taking on an inhuman quality.
“Yes, it is.”
Nathan turned to her, fighting the overpowering urge to attack. His fangs threatened to slide down at any moment. He expected her to run from the room, screaming at the sight of his luminescent eyes glowing in the candlelit darkness. He wanted to scream out, “Run!” But she just sat there, looking at him as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
“You must leave,” he rasped while his humanity fought to remain intact.
Unexpectedly, she pulled her sweater up over her head. She removed the white silk bra that matched her panties, displaying two mounds of white flesh crested with pink nipples. From her leather skirt, she produced a neatly wrapped razor.
She sliced a clean, but deep laceration over her right breast.
Nathan watched her, transfixed with a mixture of horror and longing.
“Drink, lover.” The words sang true from her lips.
He leaned over without hesitation and placed his eager lips over the self-inflicted gash. He suckled the sweet curse of her blood, feeling a rush similar to the one from Guillermo but finding the strong taint of power was absent from this feeding. His fangs slid forward and opened the incision a little wider. He drank the delicious elixir of life until her capillaries refused to give up any more. Unable to stop, he then lapped every drop of blood from the wound. She pulled his mouth to meet hers and licked the blood from his lips.
His demon, now satisfied, slipped back into the recesses of his mind. She grasped his still hard cock. “You have a beautiful piece of work here, lover.” Leaning down, she greedily sucked his rigid shaft into her mouth.
He felt her blond hair brushing up and down his stomach. He seized a handful of it and pushed her head down until his cock met the softness of the back of her throat. She held it there for a short moment before pulling back and extending her tongue to lick his balls, running it up and down the length of his erection and over the tip’s opening until he felt it would explode.
He wasn’t ready for this to be over. He put his hand under her chin and stared into her eyes. She looked at him questioningly.
“It’s been over three years since I have had sex. I want it my way.”
Smiling at him, she gripped his throbbing cock and they stood together in the quiet candlelit room, looking deep into each other’s eyes. The pulsating rhythm of the disco found its way into the room. He stroked her hair, moving from the back of her head down to her neck. He cupped her neck in one hand while placing the other on the smooth curve of her buttocks. He lifted her into an embrace. The kiss was lingering and heated. He carried her to the wall, never stopping his constant caressing. His lips were slippery with her saliva and blood. The copper taste of her own blood seemed to excite her.
Now, with her back against the wall, she ground her wet cunt against his rippled abdomen. His fingers teased her clit. Moaning, she pushed herself frantically into him. He slid her down onto his steely erection and dropped to his knees. She arched her back and pumped herself against him with abandon. Her energetic body moved up and down in a frenetic, driving motion. The demon was there, but in the back of his mind. Her body began to tremor, then quake in multiple orgasms as screams escaped her throat in tormented pleasure. He felt himself growing to the verge of ecstasy, but managed to hold off his climax. Her small body was slick with sweat and she panted heavily. He held her for a moment before picking her up and laying her on the bed. She smiled a wicked grin of triumph.
“That was brilliant,” she rasped. Her cries of pleasure had taken their toll.
“It’s not over.”
He spread her legs wide. She was dripping in her own cum. His hand slid up her thigh and thrust a finger into the creamy depths. He could feel the vibrations from her orgasm still reverberating in her swollen clit. She reached down and took hold of his hand, bringing his fingers to her mouth to lick them clean.
“Mmm,” she hummed.
Kneeling in front of her, he licked the stickiness from her thighs, working his tongue up to her pleasure center. His mouth was hot, but felt cool against the heat of her throbbing, aroused clit. A low rumble escaped her lips and her fingers grabbed a handful of his thick, brown hair. The musky scent of her cunt fueled his desire. His tongue flashed quickly over her clit then darted into her. She pulled his face closer, grinding herself against him as another orgasm built deep inside her.
“Your tongue feels fantastic,” she gasped.
He raised his head and licked his way up her abdomen before he rammed into her. He wanted to feel her pussy explode around his thick and ready cock. Cries of pleasure resounded throughout the room. Her body shuddered with the ecstasy of multiple orgasms, his body building to a final release. Pumping vigorously between her legs, he cried out until there was nothing left to give. Nathan collapsed on top of her. She held him tightly, panting with exhaustion.
“Bravo,” a voice said from a corner of the room. A slow clap followed.
Chapter 5
Nathan looked up to see Guillermo watching him, a smug expression of victory apparent on his face.
“What the fuck?” Nathan scrambled to pull a sheet around his naked body.
“Please don’t cover yourself on my account.” The master vampire was amused.
He would not play the vampire’s game. “What do you want, Gui?”
“Amante, you wound me. I just wanted to congratulate you. You wanted my help in feeling… shall we say… more human. I have done just that.” He waved toward the naked woman lying on the bed.
Nathan noticed that she had not bothered to cover herself in Guillermo’s presence.
Guillermo laughed once more. “Did you not find my little Gina most… enlightening?”
Nathan looked at the small blond woman. “Get out.”
She looked mildly surprised. “Why?”
Nathan scooped up her clothes and threw them at her. “Get the fuck out!”
The young woman grabbed her clothes and fled for the door. Slamming the door shut, Nathan focused his anger back to Guillermo. “You are a fucking prick. You know that, though.”
“Amante, I just wanted you to know you could enjoy pleasure without torture. I have done you a great favor, no?”
“How long did you watch?”
“Hmmm. I think Gina had just started to suck one of your testicles, if I remember correctly.”
A vision of being on his knees in front of Guillermo was too much for Nathan to take. His body smashed into the master vampire, pinning him to the floor. “You bastard. I should just fucking kill you.”
He was now eye to eye with Guill
ermo. The master vampire did not seem concerned. “We are so much alike, amante,” he smirked.
“We are nothing alike, you blood-sucking bastard!” Nathan fairly choked on his own words.
Guillermo pulled his arm free of Nathan and stroked his hair. The words that flowed from his mouth came unbidden, almost like a chant or mantra. “Shadows cast darkness across your face, Nathaniel. How do I look to you, you that have been made in my image?”
“You’re not God.” Nathan’s voice softened. He wanted to be repulsed, but he couldn’t ignore his swelling cock against the master vampire’s silk shirt.
Guillermo noticed. He stroked Nathan’s pulsating shaft. “Light is the real deception. Darkness shows only the truth. You and I are shades of gray hidden under the illusion the light creates. Without light, Nathaniel, all falseness slips away, leaving us shells of our former truth. Look at your reflection in my eyes. You think your soul is better than mine. Well, that is your problem.” He moved his mouth toward Nathan’s. “You still think you have a soul.”
Nathan could not bring himself to look away. When his voice found its way to his lips, the words were forced. “Fuck you.”
“Yes.” Guillermo’s lips brushed against Nathan’s.
Passion and desire filled Guillermo’s dark eyes. Nathan’s stomach fluttered, his breath caught. He could feel the raw need in Guillermo, but more than that, he felt his own lust and hunger for the master vampire. Nathan hesitated for only a brief moment. His resolve broke and he gave in to the craving. His mouth met Guillermo’s full on. His tongue darted in between the perfect white teeth and danced and twirled with Gui’s.
The master’s lips felt cool and soft against his own. He slid the lower half of his body down to Guillermo’s thighs. With one hand, he unbuttoned the tight leather pants. The master vampire’s hard and uncut erection speared the air from his washboard abdomen.
Guillermo let go of Nathan’s pulsating cock just long enough to grab his own and hold the two together, stroking them as one. Nathan groaned with utter despair. His mind screamed for him to stop. If he gave in to the master, he feared he would be lost to him forever.
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