Night Music – 8 · Part 2

Night Music – 8 · Part 2 (2/2)
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"Yes, master." She knelt next to me. I kissed her tenderly. She again presented her throat for the bite. It was tempting, but I wasn't about to trade a bed for a coffin.

"Have you ever been fucked in the ass, Kelly?" I asked softly. My hands caressed her thighs and rear, touching to tease. I could smell Kelly's pussy and her juices were slick on her thighs.

"N-n-nooo, m-m-mas-terr," she moaned, rocking back and forth rhythmically against my hand, making me do more than just tease her. I started to think about how to set up the camera for maximum embarrassment.

"Your master desires your virgin ass, then. Get on your hands and knees, and I shall take what is mine," I commanded.

"NOOOO, pleease not there, master!" she protested. Kelly's reaction was unexpected, interrupting my cold calculations. Well, I can make Kelly do _anything_ for my special kiss.

"Do this, and I'll kiss you as only I can, Kelly," I lied. Victoria's eyebrows shot up, but she remained quiet. Michelle broke the momentary silence by saying, "Fuck meee in the ass, master! I love it!! I'll let you do anything if you kiss m-"

"Michelle, sleep!" came Victoria's direct command. Michelle immediately collapsed unconscious on the floor, her plea cut off in mid-word. I was impressed by Victoria's power.

"Kiss me first, master." Kelly again. "I've thought about you so much this week. I neeeed your kiss, I wake up in the morning thinking about it. Pleease kiss meeee," she begged. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes. She looked so vulnerable when she did that. The wrong lust pushed at my brain. My fangs came out.

"Her will is strong on this, David," Victoria spoke, breaking the spell that Kelly's pretty throat had started to weave. I drew a ragged breath, and the blood lust crawled back into its cage with a mild protest. A sharp hunger pang made my stomach growl. Kelly began begging again, but Victoria continued speaking in a quiet voice that somehow drowned out Kelly's whining. "Do you really want to fuck her in ass, love? For revenge?" I nodded. "Then I do this for you," my wife said, and walked over to Kelly. Kelly watched Victoria, then the two women's eyes locked. Victoria knelt, bit Kelly, and drank deeply. My wife stood after a minute and looked down at Kelly.

Victoria's eyes were two red-hot embers set in her face. It gave her a supernatural appearance. I was fascinated by her abrupt transition into a "Vampyre". She told Kelly, "I command you to let my husband fuck you in the ass." Kelly looked into Victoria's eyes. Instead of the familiar dreamy, vacant, enthralled look, I saw total attention in Kelly's eyes.

Kelly slowly turned to me. "Come – and – fuck – me – in – the – ass," she said, sounding like a robot. I positioned Kelly and had Victoria set up the camera so that only Kelly's face and my body were visible.

I hissed, "You've wanted this for a long time, my slave," and pounced on Kelly. Her sphincter muscles, unaccustomed to the intrusion, tried to lock her rear door shut. They proved little obstacle for my lust-crazed, vampire- strengthened thrusts. Kelly cried sharply in pain as I entered her fully with the first violent stroke. Flash! Victoria dispassionately took the picture. I pulled all the way out of Kelly as she sobbed, only to impale her again. Her cries signaled my wife to take another shot. I did this to Kelly a few more times, then grabbed her hips and started pumping. Somewhere along the way, we must have passed Kelly's pain/pleasure threshold. Slowly, Kelly's sobs diminished, to be replaced by little grunts as she rocked back and forth on her knees, counter to my thrusts.

Soon Kelly was fiercely fucking back at me, grunting and talking DIRTY. "Ohhh Goddd! — Yeahh! — Oh that's it baby! — Fuck myass! Nnnggghhh!!! Ohhh, yess!!! Mmasssterrr!! YESS!! Godimgonnacome! Ohh godimgonnacome! Ohh godimgonnacome! OHHHH SH-I-I-I-IITTT!!!" Kelly bucked wildly. She clawed at the carpet, screaming loudly. Victoria took lots of pictures of this. Kelly's tight ass and surprising enthusiasm for anal sex had sent me into orbit. I came with incredible force, filling Kelly's ass beyond capacity. Come oozed out around my cock and I pulled out, still spurting come over Kelly's back, some landing in her hair near her shoulder.

She moaned and rocked steadily, searching for the stimulus that was no longer there. An intense shudder accompanied each gush of my fountaining come. Now I knew the real meaning of the term "massive ejaculation". This one made the earlier one I had with Michelle look like a dribble. I collapsed, panting. Kelly crawled over to me on her hands and knees, like a cat. She purred contentedly and cuddled against me.

Victoria asked, "Should I have her clean you off, like she did her sister? — Then I will take pictures?" I looked at my cock, covered in drying come. I was about to happily agree when I actually thought about it.

"No, sweetheart. That's not safe for her. I don't want to make her real sick." I kissed Kelly lightly on the forehead, and told her to get some soap and water and clean my dick. She smiled brightly and went off to the bathroom. As she walked, the light reflected off the insides of her thighs where my come had spilled. Yes, Kelly was everything I had dreamed she would be.

Kelly returned, and lovingly cleansed my lower body. She looked at me with something akin to worship. My dick stirred, then began to grow, as Kelly gently, then more firmly wiped it clean. She saw the effect she was having on me. "Is there anything else I can do, master?" she smiled, with a lascivious gleam in her eyes.

Victoria noticed, too. My wife leaned over and whispered, "She deserves the bite now. I bit her, so it is as if you have only bitten her once." Victoria paused. "She wants it, and you do, too. You may trust me, I am your wife, and I would mourn your transformation."

I addressed Kelly. "Give me your throat, my sweet slave. You have earned your reward."

Kelly tilted her head back as far as it would go. "Ye-esss, mass-terr. I crave your embrace. Please give me the kiss," she moaned, sounding perilously close to orgasm. I brushed her hair back gently, and looked deep into her swooning eyes.

"Yes, my lovely slave, you will serve me as long as I wish…" The bite was slow and deep. Kelly relaxed, sighing. She wrapped her arms around me and drowned herself in the flood of sensation my fangs released in her.

I drank slowly, battling continuously to control my twin lusts, as Kelly moaned, "Ohhhhh, massssterrrrr… Yessss…" into my ear. Kelly's life spark, normally a floodlight, was a 50-watt bulb when I decided to stop drinking. My blood-lust howled at me in frustration, but I kept its chain securely fastened so that no outward sign of my inner conflict would appear. Victoria looked at me strangely, so maybe I didn't do such a good job of hiding what I was feeling. Kelly hung limply around me for support. If she had lost that much blood in an accident, she'd be in shock, but vampires don't play by those rules. "Th-thank… you," Kelly whispered. Her eyes fluttered, and she formed a word as they closed. "Masss-terrrrr…"

I lay her down gently and let her sleep. Victoria's voice interrupted my contemplation of Kelly's fresh-faced simple beauty. "Michelle, come here. I want you to show me how to swallow my husband." I turned in amazement at my wife, and then my eyes blissfully closed as Michelle took my cock in her hand and said, "The most important thing is to breathe through your nose…"

I stiffened immediately, and Michelle wrapped her mouth around my dick. Her tongue rolled around the head and rim. I sighed in complete joy. The sensation of cooling air made me open my eyes. Michelle was staring blankly at me. Suddenly, my wife's head was in my lap, imitating Michelle's earlier movements. Victoria looked me in the eye, a BIG smile on her face, and her tongue danced all over my groin. The touch of Victoria's tongue on any part of my anatomy is enough to send a sizzle through me. When she flicked it over my dick, my entire body jerked. She paused. "Is vampire's tongue. Sensation is good, yes?"

I groaned in approval, moaning loudly while my wife gave me head for a few minutes. Victoria stopped and handed me back to Michelle, who came back to life at the touch of my pulsing member. Michelle slowly worked her way down my cock, and I felt the head hit the back of her mouth. Kelly's little sister looked at me with a wicked smile after pulling my dick out of her mouth with a smacking noise. "Now, this is the hard part. Just keep breathing," she counseled a very studious Victoria.

GULP! That's the only way I can describe it. Michelle swallowed me with one single, effortless stroke. She swirled her head in my lap for emphasis, and I wriggled in glee. "Stop, Michelle. That is enough." Victoria commanded Michelle, who removed her head slowly from around my dick. I watched as she settled back on her knees, eyes vacant and staring. She was a living statue. Any reaction I had to that was cut off by Victoria's mouth, trying to duplicate Michelle's feat.

My wife bobbed her head and I could see her nostrils flare. She took me in, in, in… and coughed once, pulling back instinctively. Victoria looked up at me apologetically, and I smiled tenderly at her. She resumed, but each time my cock would breach her throat, she'd gag, tears would come to her eyes, and she'd pause and try again. She tried like a woman obsessed with deep throating. Before she could succeed, I couldn't hold back any longer, and came one more time. Victoria sucked some more and swallowed. I could feel her tongue curling to collect my sperm in her mouth, and she pulled away. "Michelle, come and finish," she commanded, and Michelle immediately began to eat the rest of my come as it oozed out of my cock.

Victoria made a face. "Is — different taste. But not blood." She brushed my neck with a faint kiss. I kissed her lightly in return. Her eyes turned red and her fangs flashed. "Kelly, Michelle, I command you both leave and go home. You will forget everything that has passed here. You will forget being here. Go, and do my bidding," Victoria growled. As soon as the door closed, Victoria and I made vampire love, with more ardor than usual. I figured that Victoria was turned on by the varied sex I had demonstrated to her that night. I couldn't have been more wrong.

As we basked in the afterglow, Victoria put her head on my chest. "I do not want you to see them again. Kelly will make you forget, and you will become full vampire."

"What if," I interjected, "you were with me? I mean, we never got around to the next part of my plan, which was to have them serve you as well as each other. You sent them away-"

"NO! Is one thing to watch. But they are women. Is — _unnatural_," my wife complained. I was surprised. I mean, didn't she bite both Kelly and Michelle during the night?

"You bit them, too," I said, turning my memories into words.

"Is different. I bite women for female slaves, not lovers. My bite is not orgasmic," she explained. I could hear the frustration growing in her voice. "I do not want sex with women. Is not normal." She spat the words out.

"Are you telling me that being a vampire is a normal thing, too?" I shot back. We were on our way to our first marital disagreement. I couldn't believe I was listening to a 100-year old vampire talk about natural and unnatural.

"Would you let one of my male slaves service you?" she retorted. I hadn't even remotely considered the possibility. She saw the expression on my face. "There, you see? Is not problem until you are asked same thing. Now you know how I feel," she said, eyes brown, but blazing nonetheless.

I capitulated and tried to make amends. "You're right. I'm sorry. If you don't want me to see them again, I won't. You are my wife, and I love you. I'd hate to do anything that would destroy our relationship." My tone was pleading, conciliatory.

Victoria was noticeably colder to me the rest of the night. I left our bed as she lay unresponsive to my touch. I wound up spending the night on the futon, contemplating the utility of my revenge. It was incomplete, and it had pissed my wife off. I didn't sleep at all that night.

Night Music – 8 · Part 2 (2/2)
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