Ryan closed his eyes and sighed with pleasure. Veronica had her arms wrapped around his body as he stood on his knees, with her sister sucking him off. He reached back with his hand and put it under Veronica’s dress, where his fingers found her already-moist vagina. He started rubbing her clit with his thumb in a circular motion, while she showered kisses down the nape of his back. Amy continued working on his cock below, slurping and sucking sensually.
“Hold on,” Veronica whispered in Ryan’s ear, and stood up for a second as she took off that beautifully transparent red dress. Ryan turned his attention to her sister, who had begun moving her head faster.
“Harder,” he said to her, and she giggled, happily complying with his request. He gripped the sides of her head in his hands, and started moving his hips in motion with her head to add to the feeling.
Losing himself for a few moments, he was surprised when he opened his eyes to see Veronica kneeling down behind her sister, pulling Amy’s pants down. Ryan bit his lower lip. He couldn’t believe what was happening. Veronica met his gaze and grinned, then Ryan saw her hand move back and forth as she began to massage her sister’s clit.
Beneath him, Amy moaned deeply in pleasure – or tried to, as Ryan’s dick in her mouth gagged her attempt. They continued that way for a while – Veronica rubbing Amy off, Amy sucking on Ryan’s cock, and Ryan watching the whole spectacle – until a very primal desire unleashed itself within Ryan. He pulled his cock out of Amy’s mouth, and she looked up in surprise.
“Get on your back,” he commanded in a firm tone. She frowned, looked back at her sister, and then did as she was told.
“Good girl,” Ryan said. “Veronica, take your panties off.” Veronica giggled, looking at her sister, and did as she was told as well.
“Mmmm, baby, you’re making me so hot,” Amy said, putting her hand down to massage herself.
“Good,” Ryan said, and moved between Amy’s legs. Positioning his cock with one hand, he very slowly and very deliberately inserted it into Amy’s gaping vagina. She moaned loudly as Ryan slid deep inside of her. He stayed like that, the pressure on his cock giving him undeniable waves of pleasure, while looking to Veronica.
“Now,” he told Veronica, “I want you to turn around and come over Amy’s face, so your sister can eat you out.”
The two girls looked at each other for a split second with near-identical knowing smiles, and then Veronica did as she was told. As she did so, Ryan started to move his cock in and out of Amy’s vagina. He was disappointed to find her quite a bit looser than her sister, but the warmth of the orifice gave him enough of a sensual high.
He could hear Veronica start to make noises of pleasure as her sister worked her pussy, and hearing that only aroused Ryan even further. He started moving in and out of Amy with increased force. Amy moaned, Veronica moaned, and Ryan grunted, pounding away. Ryan put his hand down on Amy’s breasts, grabbing them forcefully. Then he reached over and grabbed a handful of Veronica’s ass, which caused her to squeal in delight. He continued thrusting his cock deep into Amy’s vagina, sometimes speeding up, sometimes slowing down, all to heighten the feeling of pleasure he knew he was giving her. And to increase his own pleasure.
Ryan kept going, and Amy kept going, and Veronica kept moaning, until Ryan unintentionally slipped out of Amy. She reached down with her hands to pull him back in, but Ryan thought this the perfect opportunity to switch girls.
“Veronica,” he said strongly. She turned around, and a hungry smile spread across her face as she realized he was calling for her turn to be fucked. “Bend over,” he told her, “and spread your ass.”
Almost instantly, Veronica was on her hands and knees, her legs wide apart and her bulging pussy calling invitingly to Ryan. Amy scrambled away from under her sister, and looked slightly lost as to what to do. Ryan knew what he wanted her to do.
“You,” he said sternly, pointing to Amy. “I want you to put your tongue in my asshole while I fuck your sister.”
For a second, Amy looked openly surprised at his request, then bit her lower lip and nodded. Ryan had never had his ass involved in any sexual acts before, but figured that if he was having a threesome with two sisters who were so open for seemingly anything, he might as well try it out. Of course, it was a much less thought-out decision process than that; more of a feeling, really, that he might enjoy Amy’s beautiful tongue sliding in and out his asshole.
Ryan positioned himself behind Veronica, and waited for Amy to get down behind him. When he felt her touch on his back, he leaned forward, allowing his dick to push itself into Veronica’s pussy. Push was definitely the right word – she was so tight, he worried if he went harder he might draw blood. Veronica moaned when she felt him inside her, and did so again as he pushed himself all the way in.
Now that that was done, Ryan could do what he wanted. He grabbed Veronica’s hips, and started thrusting, pulling her in closer in time to his movement. The warmth and wetness of her pussy was astounding, lubricating his dick so he could move faster. Suddenly, he felt a warm, moist touch around his asshole, and grunted happily. Amy was getting to work.
With an animalistic rage, he started pounding his dick deep into Veronica’s vagina. She cried out, maybe in protest, maybe in pleasure, but he ignored it all. In and out, in and out he went, all the while feeling his ass slam into Amy’s face as she tried to keep up with his movement. Amy’s tongue slipped in and out of Ryan’s asshole, which made things a lot more awkward than he had hoped – he really needed to be still to enjoy it. But his focus was all on Veronica, on pounding her as deeply and as thoroughly as he could, on satisfying that primal instinct that governed his entire being.
He kept going, and with a free hand pushed Amy away. She was getting to be a nuisance, back there, and he wanted to be unafraid to slam Veronica as hard as he could. Stronger than his desire to fuck her. Veronica’s cries sounded loudly into the silent countryside air, and Ryan’s grunting added to the mix. Amy made her way around, resorting to sitting down in front of them, spreading her legs, and masturbating to the scene.
In time, Amy’s own little sounds added to the noise, creating the chorus of an orgy. Ryan had broken out into a sweat, and – from the slick feel of Veronica’s ass in his hands – so had Veronica.
Ryan felt himself about to reach climax, and his breath quickened. His mind went blank, and he closed his eyes to push his cock deeper and faster into Veronica. He went and went, getting closer and closer to the ultimate prize. He opened his eyes, completely lost in the moment, and instantly zeroed in on Amy’s neck. Her head was tilted back as she was also in mid-orgasm, with waves of pleasure cascading down her limbs. With a vicious snarl, Ryan pulled out of Veronica and lunged towards Amy’s exposed neck.
Everything happened at once. Ryan’s teeth sunk into the flesh of Amy’s neck. She screamed loudly. Veronica stared. Amy tore away.
“What the hell!” Amy yelled, grasping her neck. When she lifted her hand, Ryan saw that it had a bit of red on it. Blood from a tiny gnash was trickling down her neck. Just a little bit of blood, but it beckoned to him, its shining red allure more magnificent than the most precious of rubies. He lunged towards her again, but this time Veronica got in the way, slamming her body against his.
“Stop, stop!” she screamed. “Can’t you see she’s bleeding!” Ryan knew Veronica had crashed on top of him, but it was as if she were on somebody else’s body. All he knew was Amy’s beautiful, tantalizing neck.
“Look at me!” Veronica screamed. “Dammit, Ryan, stop struggling! Look at me! What the hell’s gotten into you!”
Gasping, Ryan looked up. Veronica was pinned against him, trying desperately to stop him from attacking her sister. He looked wildly from one girl to the other, from the blood on Amy’s neck to Veronica’s scared eyes, and realized what he had done. Shock filled him, and he pushed Veronica off, shying away.
He backed away. “I’m… I’m sorry,” he managed in between ragged breaths. He looked straig
ht down at the blanket. He couldn’t trust himself to look at Amy now. “I don’t know what happened. Something just came over me. I’m sorry. Amy, I’m sorry.”
“It’s ok,” she said cautiously. “I guess I shouldn’t have gotten so frightened. It was just unexpected, how rough you wanted to be! I guess I shouldn’t have torn away, either – I think that’s what drew blood.”
Ryan slumped down. What had he let himself do? Who was he becoming? Never again, he told himself. Never again would he allow this to happen.
He dared a glance at Veronica, who was by her sister’s side, frowning worriedly at the wound. When he saw Veronica like that, completely naked, her fit, tanned body filled with concern for her sister, he felt… shame. He had to protect her. He knew that. But by doing what he had to her sister, he had failed in that. He had caused Veronica harm, caused her worry. He had frightened her.
He looked back down, and reached for his pants. He slipped them on silently, not looking at the girls.
“I think we should go,” he said quietly.
Veronica crawled up beside him, and took his head in her hands. He couldn’t bare looking at that beautiful face, knowing full well that he had failed her completely. So, he looked away – off to the side, and down to his legs.
“Look at me,” Veronica said, and it was barely a whisper. Ryan couldn’t turn her down. Regret and shame filled him as he met her eyes – oh, those beautiful eyes! – and he very nearly pulled away.
“What happened to you?” she asked, still speaking softly. “What made you do that?”
“I… I don’t know. I won’t do it again, to you or anybody else. I promise.”
“You’re too hard on yourself,” she whispered, and drew him in for a hug. Even through his shirt, he could feel her warmth. When she let him go, she looked back at her sister.
“I think we’ve gotten as much fun as we could out of this adventure, sis. It’s probably time to go.”
“I agree,” Amy said. Then she spoke to Ryan: “And Ryan, I do forgive you. It was mostly my fault, anyway. You shouldn’t feel bad.”
“Thanks,” Ryan muttered in reply. The burning question in his mind was whether he could ever forgive himself.
~
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The ride back in the helicopter was spent in fairly awkward silence. Veronica had elected to sit up front with her sister, leaving Ryan alone in the back. Once Amy landed in the airfield, Ryan took his phone to call a cab. He wanted to give the girls privacy after the catastrophe earlier. This time, even Veronica didn’t protest.
He waved meekly as Veronica’s red car drove away. He hoped leaving them alone was the right move. Actually, he knew leaving them alone was the right move – as long as they were not near him, they were in no immediate danger. But that knowledge came at odds with his strong desire to be near Veronica, to guard her against any harm.
He sighed wearily. He knew that the best protection he could give her right now would be leave, never to speak to her again. But he could not force himself to do that.
Soon after, his cab drove up. He got in, telling the driver the name of his hotel, and stared anxiously out the window. Maybe he’d be able to book a flight out of here once he got to his room, to leave Veronica to be safe with her family for the remainder of spring break. But then where would he go? She would be right back in Boston with him once school began again…
The driver took him back down winding country roads, eventually entering the outskirts of town. Ryan recognized some of the buildings from his first drive here. As they drove down a crowded street, not far from the hotel, Ryan’s eyes picked out a person in the crowd. Giselle. This time, he was certain it was her.
“Stop the cab,” Ryan ordered. The driver looked at him in confusion. “I said, stop the cab!” Ryan yelled, and the driver jumped, pulling over to the side of the road. Ryan scrambled out the car, pulling his wallet out at the last minute and throwing all his bills at the driver. There was more than 200 Euro there – more than enough for fare.
Lucky for him, Giselle hadn’t noticed him. In fact, she was now turned around, and walking slowly deeper into the crowd. This time, Ryan didn’t let her get away. He focused on her amidst everyone else with an unyielding fervor. This time, he was quick; agile. Like he had been in the confrontation with the petty robber. He caught up to her in the crowd, and grabbed her shoulder harshly. She twisted around, and her eyes went wide with shock when she saw Ryan.
“What are you doing here?” she hissed. For a second, Ryan thought he saw fear in her eyes.
“Who are you?” he demanded.
Instead of answering, Giselle reached up and brushed her fingers against his neck – right where the marks had been.
“Your neck,” she said, “it’s fully healed.”
“How did you know about that?” Ryan asked.
“You’re stronger than I thought,” she said quietly to herself. Then she looked up to meet Ryan’s eyes. Any fear he may have imagined before was gone. “Get your hand off me,” she said brusquely.
Strangely, Ryan felt an overwhelming urge to comply. And he did, releasing her shoulder from his hard grip.
“Good,” she said. “Now, come with me. I have something to show you.”
With that, she turned and started walking away. Ryan obliged much too easily, and trailed after her. He didn’t know why her commands were so easy to follow.
He followed as Giselle led him away from the crowded street. Initially, they were walking towards the center of the city, but then Giselle started weaving her way through convoluted side roads. Ryan lost all sense of direction. They walked through abandoned alleys, and over stone-covered bridges. Ryan noticed that the further Giselle led him, the less people there were around.
Eventually, she came to a stop in front of a gated building. Ryan looked at it. It towered high above them, and looked like an ancient church or some other sort of gothic structure. Crosses and cracked arches decorated the face of the building, and the stone – both in the gate and on the side of the building – had turned dark with age. There was not a trace of life, here.
“What is this?” Ryan asked suspiciously. “Is this what you have to show me? There are no people here!”
“Yes,” she replied ominously. “No people.” Then she pushed open the rusted gate, which slid open smoothly in its hinges. Ryan stared in surprise.
“Come,” she beckoned, and Ryan followed. They strode to the entrance, where a great set of wooded doors, framed in decorative iron, greeted them. There were symbols worked into the iron – small, nearly indistinguishable symbols depicting… animals? Yes. There were wolves and lions and other majestic four-legged beasts. Ryan frowned at them, but Giselle simply knocked in a very distinct pattern at the door. Then, hearing no reply, she pushed it open.
The doors parted, revealing… darkness. Ryan couldn’t see a thing inside. It was like the light from outside simply stopped existed, or hit an impenetrable barrier, when it reached the doorway.
“Do not be afraid,” Giselle said, and stepped forward, through the wall of black. It enveloped her form completely before rebounding back to its rigid edge.
Ryan stood there, unsure of what to do. Gingerly, he reached out with one hand… and gasped as it disappeared into the dark curtain. It reminded him of reaching out in a thick fog and not seeing the end of your hand. Suddenly, something gripped him by the wrist and jerked him in.
He stumbled through, not knowing what to expect – and was surprised when inside, he could see the interior of the building perfectly. If any age had touched the outside of the structure, it stopped, here. Giselle released his hand, and looked at him curiously.
Ryan’s eyes swept over what they were seeing. Here, great red carpets fell upon dark marble floors, which were in pristine condition. Candles flickered at the sides, revealing monstrous statues and life-like figurines decorating the walls. The ceiling arched high above them, where a magnificent large chandelier full of lit candles hung p
recariously. Ancient looking paintings, at least twenty feet in height, hung against some walls, each one depicting portraits of formerly dressed men. And a grand set of stairs opened widely right in the middle to lead high into the upper stories of the building.
“What is this place?” Ryan whispered.
“A sanctuary,” Giselle said. “You made it through the black gate unharmed. It means you are one of us.”
“’One of us’? What do you mean?”
“It’s simple, really,” she began, strolling towards the grand stairs. “If that pretty little head of yours had a bit more brains, you might have figured it out by now. But, I think you’re actually in denial.”
“In denial? What are you talking about? Dammit, Giselle, look at me!”
She turned back, and rose an eyebrow. The side of her mouth twitched in the beginnings of a smile. “My dear Ryan,” she said to him sweetly, “you have become a vampire.”
~~
End of Book 1 of the Vampire Revelations series.
Book 2 coming July 2011
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