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She was so lost she barely noticed Jacque lifting her legs so that her thighs were braced on either side of his waist. As the man behind her continued to caress her, his heart beat faster and harder in her ears. She accepted that invitation and arched her head back to reach his neck.
In this position, her pelvis thrust open in welcome to Jacque and he penetrated her, doubling her pleasure. She continued to feed, sucking blood to the rhythm of his 225
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pumping. He withdrew completely before either of them came and she released the man abruptly, spraying a thin line of blood across Jacque. Jacque slammed into her once more and bit her low on the curve of the neck.
His feeding overwhelmed her senses. She could feel the blood spinning through her veins into his dark song. Her fingers clawed into Jacque, drawing blood, as her body convulsed in a terrible climax.
With the height of pleasure passed, he remained inside her for a moment as he stopped feeding. He licked her neck, sealing the wound and then kissed her. Her lips opened, eager for any penetration he desired, but instead he released a burst of salty liquid into her mouth, her own blood drawn from her body.
She swallowed and shuddered with sudden sickness. With the physical need of hunger and lust satisfied, her mind was clearing. She slid off him, ignoring the ache she felt parting from him. As he arranged himself, pulling up his pants and buckling his belt, she felt her own nakedness.
Shame eluded her. She was in too much shock to feel it, especially since the scene she had witnessed when she entered the club had intensified. No one was holding back now. A human woman was draped naked across plush red cushions as a pair of vampires, one male and one female, fed on her. One suckled at her thigh, the other at the more traditional neck.
Not every pairing was human to vampire, some played only with their own kind, but everyone was wrapped up in their pursuit of ecstasy.
“A delightful benefit you have given them,” commented Jacque, his eyes tender with a concern that seemed at odds with her blood trickling down his chin.
Camille studied his hawk face and tousled hair, trying to make sense of what had happened.
“The first blooding of a new vampire,” he explained,
“generates psychic vibrations of an intensely sexual nature.”
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concerns like an opiate.
“Camille, please forgive us all.” Aurora came closer. “If only you hadn’t tried to run, if only you hadn’t tried to escape me, things could have been slower, more gentle.”
Set deep in her perfect oval face, Aurora’s dark brown eyes seemed to hold terrible mysteries. Camille wondered if she stared long enough into them if would she understand this night.
Aurora’s voice remained low, but gained intensity. “Do you know what happens to rogue vampires? Do you know what could have happened to you?”
Camille struggled to make sense of her words, but found herself staring into the beautiful blue eyes of the blonde youth from the first feeding. A woman crawled between his legs to please him, but he kept staring at Camille.
“I’m sorry to call you here in this way, but I couldn’t let you die.” Aurora tucked Camille’s blonde hair behind her ears.
“Only one more thing, this night,” warned Jacque, standing close, but not touching Camille.
Camille heard the catch in his voice, but she didn’t have time to guess what could worry him. The audience was once more abandoning their wanton activities to watch two naked men carrying a fiery brazier across the stainless steel floor.
They knelt in front of Aurora, setting the flames down at her feet.
Fire was antithesis to the vampire and many shrank back instinctively, even though they were well away from the flames.
Camille stared at light and heat, wanting to immerse herself in it, knowing suddenly it was all that could redeem her.
Memory was returning to her. An exacting rehearsal that left her muscles aching. A long walk home through the dark night, ended by a violent assault against her. That unmeasured period of fear and pain, ended at last by a miracle. Awakening surrounded by crisp linen and white roses, she believed she had not survived.
When Aurora came to the side of the bed, she thought her an angel in her long white dress and cross at her throat.
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Instead, she learned of a strange new world belonging to the night and ruled by this woman. Not understanding what she was told and thinking Aurora mad, she fled when she had the chance.
It will only hurt for a moment. Jacque’s warning echoed in her head.
Unaware of how she knew, she understood the sharing of blood had created a bond between her and the handsome creature. What is happening?
All vampires must be initiated into the clan, recognized and made to honor the leader.
Aurora lifted a brand from the fire in the brazier. The tip held a symbol identical to the cross around her throat. The traditional lines finished with a flourish of lilies at the tips, a fleur-de-lis cross.
She spoke the ritual and was echoed by all those watching.
“Reborn from the dark mother, who reminds us all, that what dies, must began anew. Ever shall I honor, her guardian and, live by her law, to preserve the peace.”
Kneel before her. Jacque urged Camille. You must show your willingness to honor her.
And if I don’t?
You will be declared unfit for the gift and destroyed.
The sharp pain of his regret hit her. What am I to you? Why do you care?
Silence. His withdrawal hurt. Perhaps she could bear the pain of her own death, but she could not refuse the need she sensed in Jacque. She gracefully knelt before Aurora and bent her forehead to the floor.
Not a sound could be heard except for Aurora speaking the final lines of the ritual.
“This new child of the night, has chosen to serve, and shall bear my mark.”
Camille stiffened as Jacque brushed away her hair from her back. He whispered, “Bear this strongly, mon cherie.”
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was intense and she strove to accept it with the physical discipline she learned as a dancer. She pressed her head to the floor as hard as she could and dug her fingernails into her palms. She would not shame herself or her protectors.
When the brand was lifted, she breathed a sigh of relief, but it was not over. A fine mist sprayed across her back hurting her burned flesh. The itchy, icy pain sent her thrashing. Past caring what anyone thought, she rubbed her back frantically against the steel floor in a futile attempt to seek relief.
The sensation faded fast. She sighed with relief and curled up on the floor with exhaustion. When Jacque knelt at her side, she tensed.
“Be glad we don’t use liquid silver anymore.”
She didn’t understand and was too tired to ask questions.
“The silver keeps the brand in vampiric flesh,” he continued. “Otherwise, our skin would heal and the mark disappears. Once, melted silver was used and poured carefully into the wound. And you dared not move less you ruin the design.” Jacque pulled her to her feet. “Now a spray of liquid colloidal silver does the trick. And barely any pain.”
The brazier, along with Aurora, had disappeared while Camille was lost in agony. When those gathered saw her rise with Jacque, many spilled out onto the floor. They gathered around her and him, touching her brand, showing her theirs.
She barely noticed them, captured by the intense desire in Jacque’s dark eyes. “Have you a mark then?” she asked softly, trying to escape into his arms.
He did not reply and released her to them. Hands carried her away from him, touching her everywhere. Weakened by the struggles of the night, she could not chase so many hands away from her body.
In their private language, she begged Jacque, Don’t abandon me.
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between her legs.
He finally answered her. It’s a reminder you belong to the clan.
I’d rather belong to you. She knew it was the truth. Until she wandered into his arms this night, she had been lost.
Finally, he could not resist her and came to her through the crowd. The man kneeling between her legs did not wish to yield his place, so Jacque threw him across the room as easily as if he was stuffed with paper instead of flesh and bone.
The other hands melted away from her. Jacque made no courtesy and buried his fangs in her thigh. She gasped with the shocked pleasure of this intimate feeding. Lost in the sensation, she drifted in impossible dreams, of the lost sun and of love.
Eventually he released her, licked over the wound and then moved up to taste her folds. His tongue savored her entrance and sent new thrills through her body. Her newfound delight in decadence inspired her to laugh in sheer madness at the watching crowd. At last she understood, from this night on, this was her life and nothing else mattered.
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Midnight at Morningùs
A.J. Llewellyn
e drove us along Kalanianaole Highway, away from our Hbabies, away from our home and although I was excited to be having an actual date night with my husband, we had never left our twins before. I was a shrieking mass of exposed nerve endings with a hideous smile pasted to my face.
My inner turmoil was in sharp contrast to the languidly rolling waves of the Pacific, dropping down to our left.
“Lopaka, what’s wrong?”
I turned my face to stare at the passing scenery on the other side. Cliffs of what looked like dark chocolate in the deepening night. I was hoping I wouldn’t start crying.
Kimo sighed. “Baby…it’s just two daddies having a date night. It’s just one evening. Don’t you want to be alone with me?”
My head swiveled back to him and I saw his taunting smile as I gulped back surprise and anguish. “Of course I do, Kimo.”
He put his hand between my legs as we rounded a bend and his fingers went straight for my cock. “Nice and hard, just how I like it.” His own eyes glowed when my hand sneaked across the seat and fell on his hard, muscular thigh.
Mmmm…he was hard, too.
“Are we going to stop and have a little quickie?” I asked.
“No. I do believe, Lopaka, I’m going to make you wait.”
“Wait? You’ve made me wait all day.”
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“Yes, I know.” He looked very smug. Apart from our usual morning romp before our children descended like demented fleas on our bedroom, Kimo had been awfully stingy with his sexual attentions. It was not like him. Not like him at all. I stared at his profile, trying to read his thoughts. Kimo, the hottest, sexiest man I’d ever laid eyes on was a Hawaiian Kahuna, a high priest, and increasingly powerful Keeper of Secrets. We shared a supernatural bond and could reach other’s thoughts, hop into one another’s minds. In the past two days, he’d blocked me. I caught images of us fucking, of a red room…and then his thoughts would clamp shut on me again.
He was dressed in tight black pants that hid the huge cock that was my private treasure and he wore a black silk shirt, sleeves rolled up a few inches along his arms, revealing the black tribal tattoos that ran the entire right side of his body. My fingers hovered over the two fresh tattoos at the corner of his right eye. I could feel the heat emanating from them. They still bled out a little, but it had been Kimo’s pride and sacred pleasure to receive this new tap.
“Do they hurt, darling?”
“Pain is part of the thrill. I feel so…powerful now.” He grinned and I knew he was telling me the truth. The two tiny black triangles signified the birth of our baby twins, Pele and Kamapua’a and they fit into a perfect circle that included two more triangles that represented me and our toddler son, Kimo.
My Tutu, my grandma, who had been with us during the tribal tattooing, had remarked—and I observed—that there was room for more babies on his face. Kimo’s face shone at the prospect, whilst I prayed he did not experience too much pain with the application of the new markings.
The location of the new tattoos might have been agonizing, but Kimo barely flinched, insisting he loved every second of it.
Normally I would have relieved his distress with a monster blow job the second we were alone, but he manfully resisted, revealing his plans for our date. Tutu, his partner in crime, just cackled when I asked her what exactly my beautiful man planned.
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Tutu was ecstatic she and her husband Sammy would have our babies to themselves, along with our five year old twin nephews Kamaha and Keli’i, who also lived on our mountaintop property. She and Kimo’s mother competed for time with our kids and Tutu had outdone herself with her evening plans. She and Sammy were going to let the three older children make their own pizzas that Sammy would fire in our new wood burning oven. They’d organized a treasure hunt, had put up a couple of tents among the palm trees and had a whopping bag of marshmallows for spooky campfire tales. Oh, and just for fun, Tutu whipped up a gigantic batch of homemade caramel ice cream and built it into a cake in the shape of a castle, dusted with sugar. The effect was stunning, giving it the appearance of a sandcastle. Our boys had been so impressed when it was unveiled that Kimo chose that moment to sneak away with me.
I was hoping Tutu would keep a slice or two for us.
“Yeah, I’d love to have some of that ice cream in bed with you, later.” Kimo had unceremoniously invaded my thoughts. I recalled the offhanded way our tiny son had said goodbye.
Kimo was laughing. “Is that what’s bothering you?” His gaze flicked to the dashboard clock. “It’s nine o’clock. By now, he’s screaming like a mini banshee.”
“You think so?” I was both thrilled and concerned. Boy, did I have parentitis badly.
“I’m surprised we haven’t had three hysterical phone calls by now.” His gaze burned lovingly on my face as I ran my hand down the smooth, satin skin of his muscular arm. Add to all his talents, was his part time career as hula dancer and you could say you’d never find a sexier guy anywhere.
“Please let me suck your cock, Kimo. Please. You’ve deprived me all day.” My fingers ran down to his crotch again and I was pleased to find a firm response.
He moved my hand to a safer place on his thigh. “Lopaka Wilder, you are a bad man.”
“Aren’t I, though?” I paused. “Are you serious? I really can’t suck your cock?”
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“Not at this time, no. Just think how hot it’s going to be when we—” He shook his head. “No, no…not giving anything away.”
We were heading toward Waikiki and the evening was pleasant. It was warm, but the trade winds obliged us with a constant breeze that felt like the gentle lapping of a cool tide pool. We stopped for a red light and Kimo’s gaze was back on my face.
“Oh, hell, Lopaka.”
“What, darling?”
“I need to pull over and lick that chocolate from the corner of your mouth.”
“Chocolate? I don’t remember eating chocolate.”
“No, but the baby was and he gave you big kisses and…oh, it’s just too…inviting right there on those luscious lips.”
“Okay.” I squirmed in my seat with pleasure as Kimo pulled to a screaming stop beside a valet guy who went to open Kimo’s door.
“We’re not staying, I just need to kiss my husband.” The guy looked startled, but backed off as Kimo took my face in his hands and licked the corner of my mouth, making my cock leap into an ecstatic, expectant state. His tongue lapped at me and I pulled a sneaky maneuver, parting my lips, turning my head slightly so that his tongue went right into my mouth.
Kimo groaned into me and our kisses turned so heated, I almost came in my pants. He backed off instantly.
“Oh, no you don’t. There’s plenty of time for that.” His tongue slicked across my mouth one, last agonizing time and Kimo shook his head. “God, Lopaka. You turn me on so much. I could fuck you right here, you know.” We stared at each other, our mutual obsession unabated. “You are my hot little passion flower.”
That, I was. His hand gripped the wheel and I felt an extra tug of desire seeing the four wedding rings piled up on the third finger of his left hand. He turned and looked at me. If I made one move toward him, my brand new pants would be in tatters, his huge, hard cock would be inside me and in five 234
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minutes we’d be arrested for public indecency. We lowered our respective windows and laughed.
“We could always get a motel room.” I said it in a half-joking way, but Kimo merged into the flow of traffic, taking my hand in his and he laughed.
“Baby, you just have no idea what daddy’s got planned for you. I am so excited about this.” He kissed my hand, put it on his thigh and quickly turned into an unmarked parking lot. I could hear pulsing music from above and my testosterone levels shot into the stratosphere. A club! Music! Dark corners! Oh!
I’d back my husband into a corner and rape him if I had to… We descended down to a deep, dark cavern and then a floodlit acre of shiny cars greeted us. Some incredibly hot guys were climbing out of all kinds of vehicles and Kimo opened his door. His cock was still in Hide Me in Lopaka mode and it gave me a proprietary thrill when my majestic man stalked around the SUV to open my door, beating the harried valet guy to it.
