Night Music – 14 · Part 2

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d each wail. Her back arched, her every muscle strained against my body. I grunted into her neck and my hips thrust violently with each burning burst of my ejaculation. We both collapsed, and I pulled first out of her pussy, then out of her neck.

I rolled over in a state of total exhaustion due to sexual bliss. Victoria lay next to me, silent and still. I was too stoned to notice any- thing for a couple of minutes. When I looked at her, she wasn't asleep, and I immediately got worried. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth, and her eyes were wide open, but not registering anything. Victoria's body was feverish. After a few futile attempts to rouse her, I started to wonder about medical help. How many doctors knew anything about vampire physiology? How much did _I_ know about vampire physiology? I covered Victoria, and went downstairs to chill some towels. I know that's inconsistent, but I wasn't exactly thinking clearly.

Shortly after I had left her, she was standing in the kitchen doorway watching me with a puzzled expression on her face. "What are you doing? Is this some new sex aid we have not tried yet?" she asked. I looked at her with unabashed relief.

"I was — are you all right? I was so worried!" I said, hugging her tightly. Her body was no longer feverish.

"I am fine," she said, more than a trace of wonder in her voice. "I have never felt like that before — when you bit me while we were fucking. What did I do?" she queried, obviously unaware of her condition immediately after our sex. I described to her what had happened. She shook her head, grinning. "And I thought it was good when you suck my pussy first time." I was still looking at her carefully, and Victoria noticed. "Really, I am all right, David. You are _so_ protective," she sighed in mock exasperation. "I truly feel just fi-" She fainted.

I caught her before she hit the floor, and she came to very quickly. It also was quite obvious that she was not all right. Fearing that I had taken too much blood from her, I offered her some of mine. "No… I don' wan' blood…" Victoria mumbled, sounding very drunk. "Just… sleeep…" she whispered. I carried her to bed. Her eyes closed instantly, and she was asleep. Her breathing was deep and steady, pulse strong and normal. I watched her like a hawk all night, not daring to sleep at all, until I could no longer keep my eyes open.

She woke up before I did the next morning. Again I was served breakfast in bed, but this time I was not pleased about it. "You worried — correc- tion, _worry_ me. You need to take it easy," I complained. Victoria in- sisted that she was fine. She ended our discussion of her health by pushing the breakfast tray onto the floor from the bed. She then pounced on me and merrily gave me a long blowjob, proving herself very adept at massaging my cock with her throat muscles. "You wi-i-innn…" I moaned in the ecstasy of defeat.

My wife was very energetic that day; she cleaned the bedroom and did the laundry. I offered to help, but she said, "No. Is reward for keeping your promise when we bought house." Wow. I put my feet up, and felt a little guilty while I watched basketball on the tube. She came upstairs from the basement, and watched me watch the game. I patted the sofa, but she ignored the invitation, continuing to watch me with an undecipherable expression on her pretty face. I watched the game for a little longer before becoming unnerved by her strange demeanor.

"Victoria — MMMFFF!!!" My pending question was killed by her bouncing arrival on my lap. Our mouths met, and her tongue pushed forcefully into my mouth, driven by her head. Victoria's little lust attack had taken me by complete surprise. She rolled over, pulling me on top of her, fumbling to remove my pants. Her crazed efforts were uncoordinated, but they finally paid off, and we made love in front of Marv and Mike.

I was a little sore the next day at work. And the day after that. Wednesday, too. My wife had turned into a complete nymphomaniac, constantly demanding sex in many (most?) positions. Some of them taxed my _vampire_ strength and flexibility. It got to the point where I was happy to go to work because it meant I wouldn't be fucking her. The worst part was that Victoria never told me why she was so hot. "I itch inside. Scratch it for me, my darling husband," was the closest thing I ever got to an explanation. She wasn't satisfied with any substitute I would suggest, and she would do something different to get me aroused yet another time. Victoria was _very_ creative, and I got to see some of the surprise clothes she had bought earlier in the week. She had to be creative, because while the vampire powers insured that the flesh was willing, the spirit wanted a break.

It ended eleven days later, just as abruptly as it had started. Victoria's passion first dwindled to short pecks on the cheek, then nothing. Victoria turned into the ice maiden, and two nights later, she was even un- willing to just cuddle. It was actually an extremely welcome change of pace. It also wore out its welcome in about three days. I missed our intimacy in bed. My wife's desire for closeness seemed to have vanished along with her sex drive. She even got up in the middle of the night once, and slept in the guest room by herself. I had been trying everything I knew to get her motor started, but Victoria refused to cooperate; I kissed her belly button and she got up and left.

One night, I tried to bite her, figuring that vampire sex might be the ticket. I had a hard time lying about my black eye at work the next day. Again, as when she had been turned on, there was no reason. "I do not _feel_ like it." We would hunt and feed together, but return home to separate rooms. "Do not _touch_ me, David. I am not interested." After two weeks of this, I summoned Kelly.

"Master? It is wonderful to hear you again. I am too far away to come to you. I am on business in Washington for a month. I am sorry, please don't be angry with me. I will fly to you tomorrow and quit my job." Sigh.

"Please, Kelly, don't worry. You do not have to quit your job. We will get together when you come back," I thought back to my fawning lover. Michelle was with her boyfriend when I tried her, and I didn't want to mess that up for her. Alex? In Europe for a photo shoot, and a little pissed off at me for making her meet a certain Simon Van Helsing. Obviously Simon's magic only works on serving girls, not supermodels. Alex forgave me when I promised her that we'd get together soon.

"Not soon enough, master. I want you," she thought back. Alex even sent me an image of the two of us that she conjured up while we were telepathic- ally linked. My glasses fogged up immediately, and I was much more frus- trated than I had been before. I wasn't inclined to cheat on Victoria for a one-night stand anyway, and now I was in a bad mood. I decided to put my libido on hold and stay by myself. Victoria invited our next door neighbors over for dinner the next day, and we were sociable, but after they left, she _still_ wasn't interested. Imagine my surprise the next night when I was awakened by Victoria's warm body next to mine. She had gone out to feed while I went to bed.

"David, I am sorry about the past weeks. I can not explain, but I want to just _be_ with you tonight," she whispered as I tried to wake up. I rolled over, and Victoria climbed on top of me, gave me a short, wet kiss, and cuddled before she went to sleep. I stayed awake that night to savor the sensation of my wife, who had been missing for so long.

Friday, nobody was home when I got there, but Victoria's car was in the garage. I waited to start dinner, finally giving up around nine. It was after midnight when my wife returned, giggling. I could smell champagne on her breath as she kissed me. "I have already fed, darling. He was de- licious," Victoria laughed. I looked at her strangely. "No, I did not fuck him, my jealous one. He just thought I would." My drunken wife giggled some more and staggered away towards the living room. I shook my head in amaze- ment. "Come to me." The voice may have been slurred and thick, but there was no mistaking the intent.

I went to the living room where Victoria was trying to light a cigarette and having problems. I steadied her hands, chuckling softly. I had never seen her this drunk, and it amused me greatly. She took a puff, frowned at me in annoyance, and silenced my chuckles by bit- ing me. It had been too long since we had shared our souls. I bit her back, and we stayed entwined for over an hour. So what if it tasted like cham- pagne? Yes, I was wasted afterwards. It was worth it.

Saturday morning, Victoria explained to me what had happened. She and Margot had gone out to a happy hour Friday. The hour turned into six or seven very happy hours until some guy picked her up. "He would not leave me alone. Please do not be jealous. I decided to feed, but he would not let me get close enough until after we were at his place. It took me a long time to fly back, because I was still drunk." I kissed her, drawing a warm, satis- fied smile. "Margot wants to go out again, tonight, but I told her you would be coming along. I have been… neglectful."

We had ice cream sundaes for breakfast. "When you are a vampire, it is easy to flaunt tradition," Victoria said as she devoured hers. Me? I was tickled to ignore 33 years of training. I had never even remotely considered having sundaes for breakfast, even after a night of serious drinking when I had been single. We watched cartoons and giggled until a more traditional lunch. Laundry got done, the kitchen got cleaned, and we prepared to go out.

Margot met us at the front door, and I said that I would drive, so I wouldn't be drinking any champagne that night. "Richard is out of the country, as usual," Margot said. There was a sharp edge to the statement, but she didn't elaborate. The three of us went out to dinner and had drinks at a pretty nice place. Victoria and Margot talked up a storm, and my wife treated Margot like a big sister. I was happy to see Victoria relate so well to a mortal female. By ten o'clock, however, I was positively bored, and wished that Margot and Victoria weren't such close friends. "David?" Margot asked, forcing my brain to turn itself back on. "Are you getting bored listening to us?" I started to shake my head in denial when Margot added, "Be honest."

"Yes," I admitted. "It's difficult sitting here listening to you and my wife. Sometimes, I feel like a voyeur with some of the comments you two have made."

"Victoria, it sounds to me like your husband has asked us to go dancing tonight," Margot declared. A little champagne-happy, my wife concurred, sealing my fate. I didn't have time to blink before I realized I'd been set up and had. "David, you and Victoria make me feel so _young_!" Margot en- thused on the way to a nightclub. The women were definitely on their way to another drunk. Victoria stroked the inside of my thigh while her head rested on my shoulder. She would kiss my neck every so often while I drove.

We entered the club and immediately attracted attention. Margot was on my left arm, all 6 feet, 2 inches of her, looking very confident. The doorman's eyes told me that confidence was sexy. My wife, although at a height disadvantage of about seven inches, projected a regal air on my right arm. Her noble heritage, combined with her supernatural attractiveness had _every_ man in the joint looking for an opening. As it turned out, several of the women at the club wanted _me_ to dance with _them_, so there were many such opportunities for the men. I danced with Margot and other women as often as I danced with my wife. But _all_ of the slow dances were reserved for Vic- toria.

We'd rock in unison, alone together in a sea of bodies. She purred quietly in my ear. We bit each other frequently while dancing, each time just for a few clandestine seconds. Margot would smile knowingly when we returned to her, and we would blush in return.

By the end of the night, Margot was pretty drunk; Victoria had sobered up because the dance club hadn't had any champagne. We drove home while Margot took a little nap in the back seat. When we got to the house, my wife sympathetically asked me to take Margot home. "Is big mistake for her to try and drink as much as us. She is only mortal." Victoria and I kissed hun- grily for a few minutes until she reminded me that Margot was still uncon- scious in the back seat of the car. I promised my wife that I would be back quickly. I had incentive.

It only took a couple of minutes to get to Margot's house. She woke up when the car stopped in her driveway. "Home already?" she grumbled. I pulled her out of the car carefully, and assisted her to her door; she had trouble opening it. I had to take her keys and open the door for her. Margot took one big step into the living room, turned and said goodnight. She gave me a hug, pulled me into the house, and suddenly her tongue was ferociously working inside my mouth. I responded, despite the gold ring on my finger. "God, David, it's beensolong," she panted, still holding me, grinding against my erection. Margot's alcohol-induced fog seemed to have cleared. "I want you. Richard's gone sooo much. Pleease!" she hissed quietly.

Her green eyes bored into mine. Margot's body felt very hot. My arms were around her, and I realized for the first time how attractive she was. To this day, I don't know whether it's the way she carries herself or if Margot is just naturally sexy. We kissed again, madly, lustfully. Margot began to fondle my rigid cock through my pants. "David, I haven't had a man in four months… Please — you don't know what it's like. I'm not dead yet, even if my husband thinks so," she gasped softly. There was a desperate urgency to her plea. I could _smell_ her arousal through her clothes. Things were definitely getting out of hand. Although Victoria would probably forgive me, I really had no desire to accelerate the degeneration of Margot's marriage. I did the only thing I could. I bit Margot. In self-defense. She sighed happily. "Oooohhh…" she purred as her tall, womanly body trembled.

"Margot, you must forget that you have been bitten. You will not remember that we kissed in your home. You will remember that you have had a good time with Victoria and me, and you are very tired now. You will go upstairs, and sleep, Margot. Sleep deeply, and well," I commanded.

Margot's eyes, so pretty and green, were filled with dream-like stupor. Her eyelids drooped, making her look even sexier. "Yes… I… am… so… ti-i-ired… I… musst… sleeep…" Margot said throatily, as she turned to go up the steps. My cock pushed at my pants, and my lust was held in abeyance only by thinking of Victoria. My wife was waiting for me at home, her motor warmed up and ready to go. Margot disappeared up the steps, and I quickly left her house before my attraction sent me up there after her. I returned to my wife feeling frustrated, relieved, and a little guilty.

I was also quite pleased that Margot had found me attractive; but I later figured it had been a byproduct of her frustration with her husband, and the amount of alcohol she had consumed. I gleefully jumped Victoria as soon as I got to the bedroom. She met me with unrestrained enthusiasm, and the sounds of our shared ecstasy echoed through the house until well after sunrise.

I woke up on the floor, and felt the scratches and bruises that were reminders of the intensity of our lovemaking. The pain was insignificant. I recalled the fall that caused the bruises, and my wife's cries of passion that accompanied the scratches. A vestige of the post-orgasmic bliss washed through me again, and I lay on the floor, too sated to move. It eventually dawned on me that Victoria wasn't around, and I wondered where she had gotten herself to. I was feeling too good to move, though.

A few minutes later, my wife reappeared. "Hi there," I said suggestively. It took her a few seconds to respond, as if she were still half-asleep, but she came over and sat down next to me. We necked for a little while; there was an odd taste in her mouth, one I couldn't quite place. I offered to cook brunch, but Victoria opted for toast with honey and some coffee instead.

That afternoon, I was just hanging out in the den, watching basketball, when Victoria walked in, stark naked, and asked me if I wanted to "eat her poo-see." She should have known that it was going to be taken as a rhetori- cal question. I happily made oral love to her in front of Marv and Mike. Afterwards, as she cuddled against me, I wondered idly if this was the start of another nymphomaniac episode. I should have thought about it a little more seriously. It was.

This time, however, it lasted only four days before Victoria froze over. This was worse than the first time, because her contrary behavior did not confine itself to the bedroom. We started to argue about trivial things, and our social calendar disappeared. She didn't invite neighbors over (not even Margot), didn't clean if I cooked, and left stuff all over the house on the floors. Frankly, Victoria was irritating the hell out of me. _I_ started sleeping in the guest room so I wouldn't have to listen to her bitch about the amount of heat that _my_ body generated in the bed while I slept. She didn't even return Margot's calls. I was also positive that Victoria had been going out late each night to hunt without me, because I kept finding bloodstains shaped like her mouth on the pillowcases. As before, my darling wife had nothing to say about her behavior. "I do not wish to discuss it."

I plotted with Margot to get Victoria out of the house and back into some social activity. Friday, Margot came over, ostensibly to visit, but getting Victoria to go out was our true goal. My wife argued with both of us, re- fusing to budge from the living room. Finally, Margot said, "Well, _David_ and I will go out without you." Margot gave me her best "I want to fuck you 'til your nose bleeds" look, making sure Victoria got a good view of it, too. Part of me noticed the look as well, and wished it had been for real. My heart beat a little faster with hope.

Both of us were stunned when Victoria said, "Fine. As you wish. I am staying here." The words were delivered in a definite "I don't care" tone of voice. Great, I thought sourly, she called our bluff. I had no alternative but to follow through. Margot and I walked out of the house slowly. I hoped that Victoria would come to her senses and join us, now that Margot's state- ment was no longer just an empty threat. A tiny little piece of me evilly hoped that Victoria would just stay in the goddamn house. She did.

Margot and I went to a casual restaurant. We sat at a booth to eat din- ner, then Margot listened while I vented my frustrations. She was very understanding. A few glasses of wine and beer later, it was my turn to sit back while Margot complained about _her_ spouse. She complained bitterly about her husband's climb to the top of his company, leading to increasingly longer absences. After a few more glasses, we agreed that I had the worst of the deal. Margot's husband was never home, and she had no one to turn to. Victoria was _always_ home, but I still had no one to turn to. We spent the night smoking, talking, and drinking until the bar closed. Our lively dis- cussion wasn't finished, and we adjourned to Margot's house.

The conversation continued to flow easily over tea in her kitchen. Both of us were tired of alcohol, and the discussion took precedence over anything else. All thoughts of sex had disappeared from my mind; Margot had done nothing during the entire evening to indicate that a replay of previous events was possible, let alone likely. I got up to go to the bathroom a second time; the clock showed four, but I was wide awake. More importantly, I had absolutely no desire to return to the bitchy ice goddess at home.

Margot passed me on the way back as she took her turn in the small room. We'd been talking for many hours, but we still had not run out of things to say. There was a blue haze hanging in the kitchen from all the cigarettes we'd smoked. Margot showed no signs of fatigue, lending me a sympathetic ear without complaint, while making insightful observations and offering in- ventive advice. It got later (earlier?), and I decided to let Margot rest, since I had kept her up all night with my complaints. We said goodnight at the kitchen door, where she gave me a motherly hug.

I opened the door, then turned and impulsively gave Margot a brotherly kiss on the cheek in return. Time froze as we stood back and regarded each other. It was a very long ten or so seconds, and both of us were statues. Then our heads moved forward simultaneously, mouths opening. Our lips met in a decidedly non-familial way. We kissed in the doorway for several minutes; finally, Margot reached past me and pushed the door shut. The sun peeked warily over the horizon. "David?" she asked, quietly. Her question managed to convey confidence.

"Yes?" I asked in response. I knew what was about to happen between us, and so did she. This was just a formality.

"Victoria may be cold, but I'm not," Margot said, voice deep and sultry. My answer came in the form of another deep, wet kiss. I ground at her with my hips, so that she could feel my growing arousal. "Let's go upstairs to bed," she suggested, looking down at me. I followed Margot to the bedroom, fully aware that I was about to cheat on my wife with her best friend. There was no hurry about our movements; the air was thick with desire, and we were committed to our course of action.

I undressed and lay on the bed, patiently waiting for my partner in adul- tery. Margot returned from down the hall, gloriously naked. Her mature form, full and slender at the same time, towered over me. She kissed me warmly, gently, a far cry from the dominating physical presence she po- ssessed. My head moved to her breast, and I listened to her purr while my tongue drew little circles around her areola. I suckled at her nipples like a baby; probably in the same way as her children had years before. She re- sponded with a quiet, pleased growl. She pulled on my head, holding it tightly to her chest, and I was more than happy to oblige her obvio

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