Wild Women Do

A "Flatmates" Story

By LoreliLee and Lady Godiva

Rating: NC: 17
Warning: This story contains violence and graphic consensual sex between men and women. If you are under 18, this offends you, or is illegal where you live please read something else.

This story is a direct sequel to Christmas Comes But Once a Year, Ringing in the New and Games to Keep the Light Away. I strongly suggest you read those first. Otherwise, I'm not sure this one will make much sense! <g>

Disclaimer: The characters of Scotty, Pippi and Maxie are taken from the Kiwi Comedy Playhouse episode of "Flatmates" and belong to South Pacific Pictures. No copyright infringement is intended. Ares, Greek God of War, as portrayed by Kevin Smith, apparently belongs to Renaissance Pictures and no copyright infringement is intended there either!

Vlad Tepes Dracul also known as Vlad Dracula is a real historical figure. At one time, he was a 15^th century Wallachian ruler of Romania. He was immortalized (or as some Romanians would say, ruined) as Count Dracula by Bram Stoker in his famous book, although there is no historical evidence that he was ever a vampire. <g> What is historically known about him is that he fought the Turks in very bloody and violent conflicts and that he was known to impale the heads of his victims on spikes, hence the name Tepes which means The Impaler.

No disrespect is intended to the real Vlad Dracul or if he still be alive Count Dracula <g>, nor is any disrespect meant to the Romanian people for their pride in the ruler he had been. After all, I happen to be 1/4 Romanian myself! <veg> All other characters have <ahem> come from the fertile imaginations of Lady Godiva and myself and belong to us! <g>

Cyn slithered out of bed. Scotty was still sleeping peacefully. He looked sweet and innocent in his slumber. His thick brown hair was spread wildly over the pillow. His eyes were closed, his black eyelashes rested softly against the pallor of his skin. His full lush mouth was closed and his nostrils were still. His chiseled chest didn't rise or fall; he was still deep in vampire sleep. With his face at rest, although he had that adorable scruffy beard, he looked like a young boy. His face was almost angelic, despite his adult musculature. She sighed as she slipped on a silk robe and with swift silent moves she left his flat and made her way downstairs.

Although it wasn't quite sunset, she was wide awake. She knew Vlad would be as well. She found him in his office. Vlad was pacing in front of his portrait. He wore black Armani slacks and a crisp white button down shirt with French cuffs. His hair was pulled off his face and his brow was furrowed as if he was deep in thought. He had been waiting for her.

"I'm sorry," she apologized as she entered. "I've made a mess of things."

Vlad studied her. Cyn was agitated and something he'd never seen before, remorseful. Her skin was pale as usual and yet her lips were red as if she'd been feeding. Her hair was a wild riot of red curls around her face and her eyes were wide with emotion. As she stood there in a pale pink silk robe that barely covered her lush body, she bit her lip. Her usual self-assurance and confidence appeared to have abandoned her. She looked so like Tamara in a moment of indecision that he felt his skin prickle as if a ghost had walked over it. He stopped pacing and gestured towards the desk. "Sit down, Cyn." Then he moved behind his desk and seated himself.

She nodded and settled tentatively in a chair across from him. "I've . . . Scotty . . . shit," she mumbled. "It's a huge bloody mess and I don't know how to fix it."

Vlad pondered this for a moment. "Scotty will get over his fit of pique regarding Ares, you know."

She shook her head. "It's worse than that. Much worse. Vlad, I'm Ares' blood. Tamara's child . . . she was his. Which makes me . . . his too. He told me last night. But that's only part of it. Ares' ichor . . . Scotty got some of it. It made him aggressive, angry and violent. He's been . . . I think Ares had a hand in that as well. Shit!" She paused and took a deep breath then added, "Scotty's beaten a man up and he went back to see one of his old flatmates. He raped her." Cyn paused again as she heard Vlad's intake of breath. "He didn't mean to. He started out with the best of intentions, but the combination of his anger and Ares' ichor made him lose control."

"How do you know this?"

"He told me and I also saw it in his mind. But I . . ." she swallowed. "I've fixed it, sort of. I went into his mind and healed him. I took his rage away, most of it anyway. The part that got there recently."

"You did what?" Vlad interrupted.

"I have . . . that is . . . because of Ares' ichor, I have some powers," she explained slowly. "Especially where Scotty is concerned. I went into his mind and I healed him. It's like when we hypnotize our victims, except, I can do more than that. More than fool them into believing things. I can actually change things. I took Scotty's rage out of him. I replaced it with love."

"Very interesting," Vlad remarked thoughtfully. "What else can you do?"

She shrugged. "I dunno. But it's not as important as the rest. Vlad, Ares set me up. He set Scotty up too. I didn't understand at first, but now I do. Vlad, he wants . . ." the words trailed off as if she found them difficult to say.

Vlad was already ahead of her. He suspected what the god was after. It wouldn't be the first time. "You?" he mused thoughtfully.

She nodded. "So he said. He kept telling me that I could rule the world. I have no idea why he'd think I'd want to. But . . . I'm afraid for Scotty. Ares isn't going to quit."

"He never does," Vlad reflected. "Ares is formidable, Cyn. How deep . . . that is . . ."

"I love Scotty. I don't want to leave. I need your help, Vlad. Ares seemed determined to . . . I dunno . . . extract some kind of revenge. He mentioned another vampire from about 200 years ago. One he implied you'd killed because she got too close to him."

"Cleo," Vlad revealed. "Her name was Cleo and I did not kill her. But . . . Ares got his claws into her and she . . . " he paused wondering how much he should tell Cyn. The stories were becoming eerily parallel. "Cyn, do you trust me?"

Cyn studied Vlad. He sat still as a statue behind the ornate desk. His handsome aristocratic face was full of emotion. His eyes were dark with concern, his sensual mouth pursed. She had expected anger and disappointment. Had expected him to be furious, in fact, and yet, as she stretched out with her senses she found none of that. All she found was sadness and regret. It surprised her. "Yes," she admitted slowly. "I do."

"Very well." Vlad steepled his fingers. "I will help Scotty deal with this. I will handle making amends for his rape of his former friend. I'm going to send Scotty away for a while." Cyn looked stricken. "Not far away, just to another coven here in Auckland. Trust me, Cyn, we need some time to work out this situation with Ares. And I think Scotty needs some time away from you," he added bluntly.

She nodded. "I'm sorry, Vlad. I had no idea when . . . it seemed so innocent . . . just sex," she finished lamely.

He nodded. "Ares is a master manipulator and his power IS seductive. Perhaps if I had been more . . . attentive to your needs, you . . ."

She shook her head. "Don't blame yourself. I'm an adult. Vlad, there is a bond between him and I, not just of blood. It's the same thing I feel with you, the . . . I dunno . . . matching anger and bloodlust. Vlad, he's . . ." she shrugged. "There is a part of him that . . . well . . . it's not like that."

His eyes widened in disbelief as he insisted, "He's dangerous. Don't be fooled by his softer side. It doesn't exist. He may act as if it does, but it's just another façade. Another game."

She shook her head firmly. "I think you're wrong there. I've been in his mind. I've seen things . . . Vlad . . . he does have a . . . maybe not a heart, but . . . there IS a part of him that aspires to be different."

"I'll have to trust you on that," Vlad muttered.

"So what do we do now?" Cyn asked.

"First, I will deal with the Scotty situation. Where is he?"

"Sleeping. I . . . will you let me see him before he goes?"

"Of course. "

"Thank you, Vlad. I'm sorry. I should have listened to you."

"I should have paid more attention to what was happening. I'm afraid I let . . . well . . . we'll fix this."

She rose then quickly went around the desk to his side. She looked at him for a long moment her eyes searching his and then dropped to her knees in supplication. She bowed her head and grasped his hand. She kept her head bent and murmured, "I'm sorry, Master. I promise, from now on . . ."

He lifted her face. Her brown eyes were wide and the pupils dilated. Her full lips were slightly parted and her tongue was lying against the ripe bottom lip. A wealth of emotions was emanating from her. The silk robe had loosened and it was clear she wore nothing beneath it. Her skin was pale, her breasts full and round with rosy pink nipples. Her cleavage was enticing and a wave of desire washed over him. A wash of heat and lust, enticement that wasn't based on Cyn's natural allure, but instead on the raw emotions she was now evoking in him. He could feel her remorse, her fear, her love and the violent part of her that matched Ares and his darker side.

As the feelings wafted over him, he embraced them and stroked the soft delicate skin of her cheek. She sucked in her breath and nervously licked her lips.

He felt her lust now, matching his own and closed his eyes, saying neither yes or no, simply continuing to caress her face gently.

"Vlad?" her voice held a thousand questions. She could feel the emotions streaming over them both, feel his sexual desire ignite and yet, she stayed where she was, waiting for him, her body motionless.

Vlad opened his eyes and captured her gaze. He stared at her for a long moment, their gazes locked together with darkness meeting darkness and then their minds joined.

Cyn felt Vlad enter her in a way more intimate than sex could ever be. He explored her mind; her soul and her essence with his own, touching her feelings, letting her explore his. She realized with a start that Vlad valued this intimacy far more than he would a sexual release. To know her without touching her, without feeding on her and to share a part of him the same way, was more meaningful than sex could ever be. There was a purity about it that kept the joining from being tainted, a clarity that Vlad valued for its very rarity.

She sucked in her breath from the depth of the knowledge and the joy of the gift. She kissed his hand, rose to her feet and tightened her robe around her, suddenly feeling naked. "Thank you," she whispered.

He inclined his head in dismissal. As soon as Cyn was gone, he picked up the telephone and with a sigh, dialed Chimara.

An inscrutable smile that Vlad couldn't see, but wouldn't have liked if he HAD seen it, spread over Chimara's lips as she hung up the phone. So Vlad wanted, needed, a favor, despite the way he couched the request. She had agreed of course. It never hurt to have him owe her one. Besides, the magic shop could use some new energy. She tapped her long blood red nails on the desk and then raised her eyes to study the vampire who lounged nonchalantly in the chair across from her.

"Tell me again," Chimara requested.

"She was choice. And when I went into her mind, bloody hell, I've never seen so much power, except in you, Master," Michael reiterated.

"Beautiful?" the master vampire echoed. Michael nodded. "Strong? Powerful?" Again, Michael nodded. "But highly sexual as well?" she mused thoughtfully. The female vampire sounded like one of Vlad's, but the sexuality of the encounter surprised her. Sexuality had never been a part of his coven before. That was new and NOT altogether pleasing. Still . . . "What was her name?"

"Cyn, because not everyone can be a saint," he stated repeating Cyn's own introduction.

"And she hid her abilities from you with no difficulty?" Again, Michael nodded. That in itself would have been enough to interest Chimara, but taken with everything else it fascinated her. Michael, for all that he was young, only 50 years old, was quite powerful. "And she was most interested in our business?" He nodded. "Thank you for telling me," the master vampire acknowledged in dismissal.

Michael grinned. He turned to go, "She gave me the ride of my life," he chuckled. "Wouldn't mind having her around ALL the time."

Chimara inclined her head and gestured for him to leave. After he left, she spent some moments staring thoughtfully into space. Then she rose from her desk and went to an oil painting that hung on the wall. The painting appeared to be modern, but was in fact 700 years old. Still that was but a speck of time in comparison to Chimara. Chimara was 1200 years old. She had been born in China in 800 AD.

The painting was of a woman. She looked very young. Her skin was white, not pale, but purest white. Her face was round and surrounded by thick black hair. Her dark eyes were heavily lined with kohl black eyeliner. The lips were ruby red. She was erotically and beautifully attired in rich red silk. She looked like a China doll. It was Chimara and a comparison of her present look and past look would have showed little difference except in mode of dress.

Hidden behind the painting was a safe. Chimara opened it and removed a book. It was black, thin and slick covered in leather. She ran her fingers over the supple skin of the spine and then opened it. She read for a moment, closed the book and replaced it to the safe. Then she returned to her desk to think.

Cyn returned to Scotty's flat after seeing Vlad. She slipped off her robe and back into bed. Scotty was still sleeping. She crawled into his arms and snuggled next to him. His heart had begun to slowly beat and she knew that at any moment he would come out of sleep. She ran her fingers over his chest, touching his nipples lightly. He stirred and muttered something.

She kept running her fingers over his skin, teasing the cool flesh, loving the hard feel of his muscles even at rest. He shifted again.

She leaned down and began to kiss his neck tickling him with her tongue. She kissed his Adam's apple and then moved lower, showering soft wet kisses on his shoulders and pecs. He woke and touched her. "Cyn?" he mumbled without opening his eyes.

She raised her head and smiled at him. "Who else?"

He opened his eyes, grinned and pulled her up and into his arms. He kissed her forehead, her eyelids, then her nose. "Morning," he whispered.

"I love you," she whispered back. "And now I'm going to show you how much."

Scotty's grin widened as Cyn began a leisurely exploration of his body. Her fingers and mouth moved over his shoulders, neck and chest. Her tongue lapped at his nipples, then she began to suck one. He groaned and stroked her hair. Her touch never failed to arouse him, not only his body, but his emotions as well. Still, there was something new about this, something different. As she touched him, kissed him, licked him, he felt more than lust emanating from her, but an almost overwhelming tenderness and love. As her mouth moved from his nipples toward his groin, he moaned her name.

Cyn showered him with all the affection, tenderness and warmth she felt. She kissed her way to his erect shaft and then gently took it in her hands. She touched him lightly, feeling how hard he was. She licked the tip delicately, flicking her tongue over and around that sensitive place as Scotty's fingers tangled in her hair. She began to flutter over his shaft placing tiny wet open-mouthed kisses over every inch of it.

Scotty groaned and moaned. His pelvis thrust and his hands pulled at her hair. Finally, she took him into her warm wet mouth and sucked. He grunted and then pulled out.

"What's wrong?"

"I want to come inside you. I want to feel you come around me," he murmured. He pulled her up, into his arms and kissed her hard and passionately. Then he rolled them over so he was on top and whispered, "Now I'm gonna make love to you."

She moaned his name as his mouth began to lustily suck at her breasts. His fingers were playing with her opening. She melted, liquefied; her body became lighter than air as Scotty's mouth seared a trail of heat over her skin.

She felt his hands on her thighs and then his warm breath on her nether lips. He slipped his tongue inside her and began to tickle her bud. She arched into his mouth and felt her clit throb from his attentions. He sucked it into his mouth and she came with a gush of liquid.

He pulled back and kissed his way up her body. She reached for his shaft and guided it inside her wetness. They both moaned as he pushed deep inside her. She arched into him putting her arms around him, wrapping her legs around him as well.

He hovered there, his eyes searching hers and then he whispered, "Cyn, I need you so much. Promise you'll never leave me."

"Scotty . . ." she whispered back. She pulled him tight against her. Their bodies were joined and then she went into his mind. She sent him her love, all her emotion, all of her essence. She pulled his head up and kissed him. He began to glide slowly in and out. With each stroke, he told her how much he loved her. As she arched her pelvis in time to his movements, she answered him in kind. Scotty made love to Cyn slowly. Their bodies did a magical mystical dance, their hearts beat as one, and their minds were in perfect synch.

Cyn felt their joining was like being reborn. Scotty's touch, his love, peeled back the layers of her being. Each caress opened a new place and a new self for him to explore. She felt raw and vulnerable, safe and protected, a shadow of her former self and yet more of herself. His love was a mirror reflecting how he saw her, who she was in his eyes and she wondered if she could ever be that person.

Cyn was being overwhelmed. Every emotion she sent to Scotty was being sent back to her fourfold. Her body couldn't contain itself she felt her clit throb hard and she had an amazing orgasm. Her muscles squeezed Scotty so tightly; he gulped, gasped, grunted, thrust hard and came too.

He collapsed against her, his breathing ragged, his heart beating fast. She stroked his forehead. "Never doubt that I love you, Scotty."

He raised his head and panted, "I never will again. Jeez, Cyn, that was . . . it's never been like that before."

"I know. I love you with all of me, Scotty. Remember that. No matter what else happens, remember I love you."

He dropped his head down to her breasts, nestled his face between them and sighed with pleasure.

Cyn stroked his hair, kissed his forehead and hoped that whomever Vlad was sending Scotty to, they would be kind to him.

"I don't want to go," Scotty protested.

Vlad sighed with frustration. He had gone into Scotty's mind and seen what Cyn had done. Cyn had been able to fine tune Scotty's present, but now there was his past to contend with. Vlad could see the stubbornness that had lain under the surface, the repressed anger and aggression that Scotty had buried deeply inside him. Now, thanks to Ares' manipulations, it was closer to the surface, awakened and available. Now Scotty would be more recalcitrant, would be less docile and pliable. His essence was still that innocent sweetness that Cyn loved, but there would always be a little more edge to him. Now he wouldn't blindly do as he was told. He would require reasons, maybe even convincing.

"Scotty," Vlad instructed, "it's only for a short time. I feel it would be for the best."

The boy shook his head and then ran his fingers through his hair making it stand wildly on end. "You're trying to get rid of me."

"Not at all," Vlad insisted. "There's no easy way to say this. You have done something very bad and I need to fix it. The situation with Cyn and Ares is precarious. I feel it would be best if you were simply elsewhere for a time while we worked it all out."

"Maxie," Scotty whispered painfully. "I hurt her, didn't I?"

Vlad nodded. "You did. And while Cyn and I both know you didn't mean to and while you did fix it somewhat, I think if you stay here . . . it's better if you're away for a while."

"I should apologize to Maxie."

"No," Vlad demurred. "You took the memory from her mind. I promise I'll make sure she's all right. I'll take care of it."

Scotty sighed. "I'm sorry, Mr. D. I don't know what got into me. I never meant . . ."

"I know. Sometimes emotions overwhelm us and we lose control. That's why . . . it would be better if you were elsewhere."

Scotty reluctantly agreed. He would pack a few things and go to the address Mr. D. gave him. He'd do what he was told and obey Chimara's commands as if they were Mr. D's. Then, eventually, he could come home. Scotty didn't like it, but he had no choice.

Vlad watched the tiny redhead as she glanced nervously around, darting her eyes in every direction before moving forward. Maxie was on her way home from the cafe she and Scotty's other friends frequented. Vlad could see the rape, even if it had been partially wiped from her mind, HAD effected her. Still, he thought he could fix things.

He waited silently in the shadows until Maxie passed him. Then he followed her into the building. He paused in the hallway and after she entered the flat, he knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" she called nervously.

"A friend of Scotty's. I have a message for you."

"Scotty?" Maxie echoed. She opened the door a crack.

It was all Vlad needed. He stared into her eyes and she was hypnotized. As if in a dream, Maxie opened the door wide and with word and gesture invited Vlad in.

He entered glancing around quickly. The furniture was well used but looked comfortable. There were huge beanbags on the floor and it was chock full of the kind of things found in a University dorm. It reminded Vlad of a frat house he'd seen when Lucy had forced him to watch an episode of Shortland Street just after they'd moved to Auckland. Despite the cheap furnishings, the room had a cozy relaxed feel, as if everyone was always easy and comfortable there.

As he looked around the room, he had a better understanding of where Scotty had come from. No wonder the boy seemed to demand emotional connections with everyone he came into contact with, especially the women. He had come, unlike most of Vlad's other vampires, from a family atmosphere. He was used to warm relationships, used to having emotional bonds. He required connections to make sense of his world.

Vlad sighed and wished Lucy had discussed Scotty with him before she had invited him in. Well, it was too late now and although he'd never admit it elsewhere, he WAS fond of the boy. He led Maxie to the couch and they sat down.

He continued to stare at her, to hypnotize her with his dark eyes until she was in a deep trance-like state. Then he went into her mind. Scotty had done a better job than he realized. Maxie wasn't quite sure what had happened to her, thinking that it had been a nightmare. She was confused and anxious, sore, but still unsure.

Vlad walked through her memories. He convinced her that it was a nightmare, a particularly vivid and unpleasant nightmare. He planted a false memory of a nasty fall down some stairs to account for her bruises and abrasions. He took her hand and eased some of the distress out of her then bestowed a few pleasant thoughts to replace the anxiety and pain Scotty had left behind. Finally, he gave her a fake memory of his visit, an uncle of Scotty's sending word. He woke her and murmured, "Thank you for your time."

"You're welcome," she replied automatically. "I'm glad to know Scotty's okay. We were all so worried about him."

Vlad nodded. "He's lucky to have friends like you." Vlad rose from the sofa knowing the girl would be fine.

Maxie showed Scotty's uncle to the door feeling more lighthearted than she had earlier. She really needed to stop letting Pippi make her watch horror movies. They gave her such awful nightmares!

Scotty looked at the piece of paper in his hand and then at the sign. He shook his head. This couldn't be right, could it? The address on the paper and the address on the storefront matched though. Still . . . what kind of name was the Transylbite Me Magic Shop? He shrugged and examined the large picture window before entering. The window was chock full of things. There was a black and white backdrop with stars and moons draping the items. Scotty saw a large crystal ball, tarot cards, wands, candles, bottles and jars. It reminded him of a movie, though for the life of him he couldn't remember which one. With another shrug, he pushed in the door. A bell tinkled somewhere and then his mouth dropped open as he entered this wonderland.

Scotty felt as if all his senses were being overloaded. There was a plethora of scents floating in the air, sandalwood and musk, orange and rose, a heady mix of spices, exotic and overwhelming. Then there were sounds, bells, and the hiss of candles, whispers like moans and music, slow erotic music like the beat of a heart. Lastly, there were the sights. The shop seemed dark at first even to his vampire sight, and then all at once things came sharply into focus.

There was a rainbow of candles in all shapes and sizes displayed on shelves. There was a rack of crystal balls ranging from small to huge, the crystals were all white, but the insides seemed to magically glow in a myriad of colors. There were gleaming stars and moons on the ceiling, there were racks and shelves full of all sorts of things, most of it he didn't recognize at all.

Chimara stood behind the counter waiting for him. Vlad had said he was sending his male vampire because the boy needed a change of scene. He had neglected to mention what this "boy" looked like or that he was full of a restless sexuality that floated on the air like a warm breeze. Chimara was pleased with Scotty's physical presence. He was tall and well built. Obviously muscular and handsome. He had a lush mouth surrounded by a scruffy beard. Absolutely delectable!

She watched as Scotty stared open mouthed at the contents of the shop and then his eyes finally seemed to discover her standing behind the counter.

"Evening," he muttered as he moved toward her. "I'm looking for . . . Chimara."

"You found her," she answered.

Scotty's eyes widened and his jaw once again dropped. "You're nothing but a girl," he mumbled with wonder.

Chimara smiled her inscrutable smile and floated out from behind the counter. "No. I was a girl when I was made. Would you care to guess my true age?"

Scotty gawked at her. The girl, woman, who claimed to be Chimara, was tiny. She wore a skin tight black leather cat suit that left no doubt to her feminine features or feline nature. She had shoulder length black hair that framed a round face. Her eyes were black and huge. Her skin was white, not pale, but white and her lips were the brightest red Scotty had ever seen. She looked like a China doll from the neck up and a wild woman from the neck down. She was gorgeous and sexy, delicate and yet somehow he knew she was hard and powerful. He was awed and intrigued and as usual his body responded the way it always did to an attractive female. Wordlessly he shook his head.

Chimara laughed. "You don't wish to guess?"

"I'm not . . . good at . . . games," he stuttered finally.

"Really?" she mused softly. She strolled over to him and ran her long red fingernails over the muscles in his arms. "Something tells me that there are some games you are VERY good at."

She watched as Scotty appeared to blush, a sight that was at once astonishing and appealing. She continued to touch the hard muscles in his arms as he stood there. Finally, she asked, "You are Scotty, yes?" He nodded. "Vlad tells me you need a change of scene." She paused and then raked his form with her eyes. She noted that not only was he embarrassed, but his body was aroused from her touch. "Tell me, Scotty, did your duties for Vlad include . . . service?"

"Service?" he repeated in a strangled voice. She was driving him crazy. She had a scent about her, some kind of exotic spice and blood. He was glad he'd stopped to eat, but her fingernails on his skin were incredibly erotic. He could feel his erection begin to pulse almost painfully.

Chimara smiled. She ran her hands down his chest and lightly brushed against his shaft. He groaned and looked even more embarrassed. "Yes, service," she reiterated. "Most of my coven is male, not female. So I'm afraid . . . that is . . . if you're used to well . . ." she let the sentence dangle in the air.

He swallowed hard and stammered, "I . . . um . . . well . . . Mr. D told me to obey your commands as if they were his. But I don't think I could . . . I've never . . . shit," he mumbled finally.

It took her less than a second to get his concern. She laughed softly and acknowledged, "You won't have to service them or anyone. Unless you wish it. I thought you might enjoy working here." She gestured to the shop around them.

Scotty felt some of the tension ease out of his body. "I used to work in a clothing store . . . before . . . so I . . ."

"Excellent." She studied him once more then released him. "Let me show you around."

Scotty swallowed one more time and then asked tentatively, "How old are you?"

"1200," she replied.

"Really? You don't look a day over sixteen."

"The benefits of being dead." She paused and added, "But you wouldn't believe the tricks I've learned. Do you know there are over 3000 positions in which you can have sex?" She licked her lips and added,
"Perhaps later, you'll let me show you?"

Scotty's face seemed to flush once more and though he said nothing verbal, Chimara saw his body answer for him. His jeans tightened even more and a small muscle in his jaw began to twitch. He licked his lips and his eyes were almost pleading with her.

Chimara laughed softly, linked her arm though Scotty's and began to "introduce" him to the store's stock.

The arena was packed. Cyn looked around her surroundings with interest. She had never seen anything quite like this before. After Scotty had left for Chimara's, Cyn and Vlad had conferred and decided that she should attempt to get a bit "closer" to the God of War. So Cyn tried to summon Ares and he had appeared. When he had suggested they go away for a little fun, she had agreed, expecting to be taken to a bedroom or playroom. This was not what she had anticipated.

Ares wasn't wearing his black leather. Instead, he wore tight fitting black jeans and a tight black T-shirt. The "mortal" clothes fit him with the same sensuousness as his god clothes. His body rippled with the dominant predatory sexuality it always did.

As the God and the vampire strolled nonchalantly through the MGM Grand Garden in Las Vegas they made quite a picture. Cyn was attired in green leather pants as supple as a second skin. They hugged the curves of her body, showing off her tight ass and lithe legs. She also wore a green sleeveless vest and a green leather jacket. The tops of her breasts were creamy white against the rich color of her clothing. Her red hair was wild and loose, a sparkling mass of curls. Her pale skin seemed luminous under the florescent lights, the pallor looking almost natural.

She and the god carried a strong sense of seductiveness and attraction with them. Cyn was a walking enticement, her natural allure, even without her powers, strong and sexual. Ares spectacular good looks as well as his rampant masculinity drew eyes as well. Even without trying, the pair attracted attention.

Ares paused at a souvenir stand for a moment. He glanced at the T-shirts, hats, plastic fingers, program books and other memorabilia. Finally, he pointed to a T-shirt with an angry bare-chested bald man on it. The man had an interesting tattoo on his arm and the T-shirt bore the legend "Who's Next?"

"That one," Ares ordered with a wicked grin.

Cyn watched speculatively as the god paid for the T-shirt and then handed it to her. "What's this, then?" she asked.

"A gift," Ares claimed with a laugh. "Just wait. You'll see."

"Hmm," Cyn mumbled as she accepted the offering. Then as she studied the crowd, she wondered why they were there.

The patrons to this event came in all shapes, sizes, colors and modes of dress. There were young ones and old ones. Most of the crowd was dressed casually in T-shirts and jeans but there were several women dressed up as if they were going to a nightclub. Those women had bouffant teased hair, too much makeup and tight clothes.

Cyn was glad she had already eaten. All around her surging through the crowd was a hunger and excitement akin to bloodlust. It made her skin tingle and gave her a sense of intoxication like drinking too much champagne. There was a feeling flowing over her of anticipation and excitement like nothing she'd ever felt before and she reveled in it. She glanced at Ares profile and knew the god felt it too. The crowd was like ripe fruit just waiting to be harvested. Thousands of emotions were bubbling to the surface ready to explode.

Ares grinned and read her mind. "It is exhilarating, isn't it? Just wait, Cyn, you ain't seen NOTHING yet." Suddenly, he tucked his arm through hers, led her to a passageway and handed some tickets to an usher. The couple went down a long flight of stairs to a packed main floor and were led to ringside seats as the house lights began to dim.

A deep voice rolled through the arena, "Are you ready to rumble?" Then the fun began.

The lights came up and focused on the ring, which was of course a square. A man in a tuxedo stood in the center holding a microphone. He repeated his catch phrase, "Are you ready to rumble?" The crowd roared back at him.

Cyn could feel the energy around her change. It grew restless, less anticipatory and more aggressive. It was hungry for release; it wanted violence and blood. She knew the god at her side felt it too. He was reveling in it. Ares lounged in his seat, his posture oddly relaxed, but his head was thrown back and his eyes were closed. It was almost as if he were in a tub and the feelings washing over him were waves of water. All the emotions of the crowd, aggression, frustration, hunger; lust and rage surged and flowed, ebbed and waned, floating over the skin of the vampire and god with the force of a tsunami.

Out strutted a very tall man dressed in black. He had shoulder length brown hair and a beard. He wore black boots, black fringed leather pants and a black sleeveless shirt. He had wicked eyes and was extremely muscular. Chants of "Big Sexy" filled the arena. Cyn eyed the man and licked her lips. Yummy.

The man entered the ring and did a slow walk eyeing the crowd. When he saw Cyn, he winked at her. She grinned back. He took the microphone and began yammering on about something but Cyn was lost in the greedy contemplation of his body and paid no attention to his words.

Ares chuckled at her side. Oh yes, Cyn was going to enjoy this and then HE was going to enjoy her!

The man finished speaking and then left the ring, but not before he did another slow circuit and gave Cyn another lewd glance. Cyn wiggled in her seat. "Patience," Ares murmured to her.

"Not one of my virtues," she muttered in an undertone.

He chuckled. "I know. One of your most endearing qualities, actually. However, do try at least for the moment."

Cyn watched as two very gaudily dressed men strutted out to the ring to the sound of hard driving rock music. They pirouetted and primped apparently driving the women in the audience into a frenzy. Soon they were joined by another pair of just as gaudily dressed men. Then the four of them went at it.

Cyn was looking forward to a good fight with lots of blood, but with her senses enhanced by Ares' ichor, she could actually "read" the wrestlers. This was all business to them. Their major concern was NOT getting hurt and not hurting their "partners." And the blood she'd been expecting was . . . fake! She sighed with disappointment.

Again, Ares chuckled at her side. He murmured softly, "I know. Very disillusioning. But that will soon change."

Cyn wriggled in her seat again. The performers were clearly professional and had zero true aggression, but the crowd mostly thought it was real. Their restless energy was arousing her on all sorts of levels. The crowd's burgeoning bloodlust was making her randy as all get out.

Ares felt her excitement and pleasure and it pleased him. A seduction was no fun unless it worked. While he might play at using force to get what he wanted, he much preferred his women be willing. There was no honor in using force to take a woman by violence, not unless that was what she wanted. Cyn had to agree to be with him willingly or she wasn't worth the trouble. Wasn't the prize he imagined she was. He had been surprised when she'd summoned him, surprised and pleased.

He had anticipated anger, but she appeared to have forgiven him his transgression when he'd set them up to be discovered by that boy. He was smart enough to suspect she hadn't really forgiven him, but that was all right too. As long as she was trying to outsmart him or attempt to manipulate him, she was still in the game. He knew even if she didn't want to admit it, that there was a strong bond between them. A bond made of lust, blood and a synchronicity of nature, a bond he planned to take full advantage of.

The pseudo fights went on for a long time. As they continued, the men got bigger and better looking. Cyn was quite taken with the one they called Sting, despite the stupid black and white makeup he wore on his face. He had a lovely muscular chest and he moved very gracefully.

Finally, the arena darkened and seemed to get very quiet. The god at her side stirred somewhat restlessly. "What is it?" she whispered suddenly loath to disturb the quiet.

"The main event."

Loud driving music played, a roar went up, fireworks went off and chants of "Big Sexy" were again heard. More fireworks and the black leather clad wrestler once again strutted to the ring. Cyn licked her lips in anticipation.

He grabbed the microphone, muttered something and then another roar came out of the crowd.

Cyn could feel an enormous amount of highly charged energy in the air around her. Aggression and sexuality, rage and lust floated in the air like dust particles in sunlight. It made her clit throb.

More loud driving rock music, more fireworks and then with a growl and a roar, the wrestler whose face was on the T-shirt that Ares had given her appeared. He was massive and UNLIKE the other, she could feel real aggression in him.

The god at her side stirred again. Cyn caught his thoughts. He LOVED this! The wrestler, Goldberg, was going to hurt the other wrestler that was Goldberg's ultimate goal.

Suddenly Goldberg was in the ring and attacking. The two men grappled and wrestled, pummeling each other. Big Sexy was seven feet tall and outweighed Goldberg by fifty pounds at least, and to him this was business, but to Goldberg it was personal.

Cyn felt her clit throb harder as the two men went at it. She could feel that Big Sexy's emotions were changing from professionalism to anger. He was getting pissed off because he could sense Goldberg's anger.

Ares was loving it and feeding it. He had tapped into the wrestler's rage and was inciting it to burn hotter. She could feel the emotions exploding out of the crowd, feel Ares at her side, bouncing it back at them, stronger, angrier, inciting everyone to new levels. The energy flowed like a current of power back and forth burning hotter and hotter.

The wrestlers moved around the ring, the original carefully choreographed dance they were supposed to do forgotten as their emotions took control.

Suddenly Big Sexy drew blood from Goldberg, REAL blood. Cyn moaned softly, her twin hungers for blood and sex almost at a fever pitch.

Ares touched her arm and she almost jumped out of her skin.

"You're hot," he murmured. "I think I need to cool you off."

"I want to see the end," she muttered, now caught up in the frenzy.

He chuckled and waved his hand and the arena was frozen. All action stopped like a freeze frame in a movie. Cyn looked around wildly. "How did you do that?"

"I'm a god, Cyn. Or had you forgotten?"

She laughed. "I'm not bloody likely to forget that. Only I had no idea you could do things like that. What else can you do?"

"All sorts of thing, my pet," he explained. Then he picked her up and pulled her on to his lap. He set her down on his erection and then bent his head to run a lazy tongue over her cleavage.

Cyn shivered in his arms as a damp warmth spread between her legs. She giggled. "Don't be an arse. This is a little too public. Let them finish and then let's go somewhere private."

Ares chuckled, put her back on her seat and then waved his hand again. The match finished, Cyn had no idea who won, then Ares took her hand and they were in the aether.

When they came out of it, they were in a lush hotel suite. A large bucket of ice with a bottle of champagne sat next to a heart shaped bed. Cyn grinned with delight. "You sure know how to show a girl a good time," she remarked.

He chuckled and waved his hand. Now they were both naked. "You need to cool off. You're very hot. Sit on the edge of the bed."

Cyn did as instructed. Ares removed the champagne and picked up the bucket of ice. He carried it over to where she sat. He approached her slowly, stealthily, like a great dark panther stalking it’s prey. Cyn swallowed hard in anticipation.

Setting the metal bucket down next to her feet, Ares scooped out an ice cube and popped it in his mouth. He leered at her with a maliciously mischievous grin. One strong hand caressed her bare knee. His warm touch was like molten lava on her cool skin. Cyn sucked in her breath, waiting. Ares parted her knees gently but firmly and stepped between them. He knelt down in front her, his face almost level with her own. He sensed her anticipation and it fueled his own excitement.

He leaned forward to kiss her, his cool lips meeting hers. Cyn’s mouth parted willingly as he slid the melting cube along her lips with his tongue. Warm, cold, wet, all mixed together, she sighed at the multitude of sensations.

The ice cube was nearly gone. Ares swallowed it and reached for another. He kissed his way down her neck and chest.

The fire of his kisses offset by the icy tingle made her gasp. His hand cupped one breast while his mouth moved toward the other.

She felt his warm lips grazing over her body. Occasionally, the frigid tingle of melting ice would cause her to gasp. His lips closed over her nipple, she shuddered in response. Then the icy chill hit her aroused nub like a thousand volts of electricity. She gasped and pulled back. His mouth clung to her areola, pressing the frozen cube against her most sensitive skin. Cyn moaned, the tingle giving way to tremors of pleasure, sparking through her body. She arched back and let the orgasm wash over her.

Ares continued to suckle at her breast as her shudders subsided and the ice melted. Finally, he reached for another cube.

"No," Cyn groaned, covering her other nipple protectively. "I’m not ready for another go yet," she panted, half-teasing.

"I’m not going there," Ares revealed in a hoarse whisper.

"Oh god," Cyn thought as his glossy curls moved toward her womanhood. She squirmed, anticipating the cold, not sure if she was ready, but he held her thighs with his strong hands. Then he gently pushed her upper body down on her back.

Ares gazed at her dripping sex – open and inviting at the very edge of the bed. The moisture was causing her curls to glisten. He craved to taste her sweetness, to feel her arch up against him. It took all his self-control not to dive right in. Instead, he moved ever so slowly, blowing on her womanhood and grinning as she wriggled. He could almost see her clit throbbing, begging for release and it made his own organ pulse in response.

He licked her nether lips with his cool tongue. Cyn’s body twitched from the unusual sensation. Then he slid the ice along her labia. She arched up and felt a mini orgasm rush through her with the chill. Suddenly his tongue was probing inside, somehow sliding the ice cube along with it. More chills ran through her body. Every cell tingled with the shock of alternating sensations. She groaned and thrust up toward his magical mouth. Another orgasm wracked her muscles, her womanhood clenched against his ministrations, her hot juices flowed into his waiting mouth.

Ares sucked hungrily. If possible, he thought she tasted even better cold. He grinned and swallowed the ice along with her juices. Her body was still trembling as he pulled back and unobtrusively slipped another ice cube into his mouth.

Cyn panted for breath, then it hit her like a hurricane – her body flew up off the bed as pure ecstasy radiated from her clit. Ares’ warm lips were pressing another piece of ice against her throbbing bud. Shock waves of pleasure engulfed her as her clit tingled with the sensation. She bucked like a bronco as consecutive orgasms raced through her. Ares hung on. His tongue held the ice against her excited bud while his mouth sucked hungrily.

Cyn moaned and writhed until she nearly lost consciousness. Finally, the icy cold melted into Ares' warm mouth and her body stilled. She was lost in a daze of pleasure, almost unaware of the dark, hulking figure now looming over her.

He gazed down at her curvaceous body, still quivering. His lust was completely animal in nature. He hovered over her dripping womanhood, his cock impossibly hard and begging for release. With a throaty, grunt, he thrust himself into her hot sex. He drove forward with such force that it pushed her whole body up on the bed.

Cyn felt his shaft plunge into her depths, his balls slapped against her and her body responded with another shattering orgasm. She thrust herself up against him, her muscles contracting around his member - grabbing onto his cock and drawing it into her womanhood.

Ares howled and pummeled into her. His loins seized up and he shot his hot come into her core. His ass clenched tightly as the final spurts of his seed spilled out. Gasping for breath and glistening with sweat, he collapsed on top of her.

Scotty decided he liked the magic shop. Once Chimara had explained the stock, he began to relax. For all that he was a vampire, a creature of magic, he didn't really understand magic or witches or spells. And Scotty, being Scotty, he had his own confused ideas about witches. When there was a lull in the steady flow of customers Scotty asked, "Do any real witches come here?"

Chimara laughed and smiled that inscrutable smile of hers. "No. A real Wiccan wouldn't be caught dead in a place like this. Our stock is for wannabes and dabblers."

"Wiccan?" Scotty repeated. "What's a . . . Wiccan?"

"That would be someone who practices magic."

"Not a witch?"

"No one uses that word anymore. At least not about true practitioners."

"True practitioners?" he echoed.

Chimara laughed again. "In the last few years magic has moved into the realm of new age mysticism. Suddenly everyone thinks they have powers. While it is true that MOST humans do in fact have magic within them, it's rare that someone can just snap their fingers and perform spells and such. Most true Wiccans have a family history, a line of relatives who have taught them about their family powers. The customers who come in here, they're either trying to learn, want to experiment or think it's 'cool' to practice magic. If they actually DO have any power, they quickly move on. Besides, our stock is all commercially produced. We have nothing of real value to offer a true practitioner."

Scotty heaved a sigh of relief. "Well that's good, cause I'm not sure I could handle meeting a real witch . . . Wiccan," he corrected himself.

"Why not?"

Well . . . cause . . . I mean . . . don't they . . . aren't they . . . warty?"

Chimara laughed. "You think witches look like the Wicked Witch of the West from the Wizard of Oz?" He nodded. "Scotty, you're a vampire. Do you look like the ones in movies?" His face went blank as he tried to puzzle this out. "Does Vlad look like Bela Lugosi?"

"Who?" he asked as his brow furrowed and his lips pursed.

Chimara shook her head. "Witches do not look any different than anyone else. The concept of a high peaked hat, big hooked nose and warts was designed to scare children, which clearly, in your case, it did. Most Wiccans are human and look like any other human."

"So if one came in, I wouldn't be able to tell?" he asked curiously.

"Well, sometimes they give off auras, if they're very powerful. Can you sense those?"

"From other vampires sometimes."

"From me?" He nodded. "Well, sometimes a strong Wiccan will give off a reek of power. Otherwise, . . ." He nodded as if he'd understood.

After that, Chimara decided to stay with Scotty in the shop. She was intrigued and interested in him. When she had gone into his mind, without his knowledge or awareness, she'd been astonished at what she'd seen. He was completely unexpected. Vlad, she knew was only half as old as her, but extremely powerful. His soul was dark and his knowledge of evil encyclopedic. Most of his vampires were the same. But Scotty was different.

Scotty was sweet, innocent, in some ways, gullible and naïve. Despite his enormous sexuality and sensuality, he was oblivious to it and the effect he had on women. The vibe coming off him in waves was intensely arousing and yet he seemed to have no clue about the effect he had or about how he could use it. She saw that he did use some of that overwhelming power on his victims, trading sexual pleasure for blood, but it could be used in other ways as well. No wonder Michael had found an overriding sexuality in Cyn. With a vampire around like Scotty, that whole coven would be full of lustful females.

At two am Chimara closed the shop. The living quarters for her coven were behind it. She showed Scotty how to lock up and then led him to her lair.

Scotty followed the master vampire willingly. All night long, as he'd waited on customers under her watchful eye his mind had been filled with the most disturbing sexual images. Chimara gave off a lure of sexuality so powerful it was a palpable presence in the air. Her power was different from Mr. D's, much more like Cyn's, except it was stronger and darker. His thoughts were turbulent and troublesome, violent rough sex being the predominant feature of them. It scared him AND intrigued him. That made him randier than anything.

When they entered the living quarters, Scotty's jaw dropped again. Chimara's lodgings were as richly furnished as Mr. D's, but in a completely different way. Mr. D favored old-world ambiance, museum quality antiques and understated elegance. Chimara's home was a mix of modern and ancient. Black and white, chrome, glass and plastic functional furniture set off by Chinese jades, vases and artwork. All the furniture was in tones of black or white, with a red vase or a red jade statue for the spot of color. There were few paintings on the walls, instead there were hangings and tapestries featuring erotic art. There were black lacquered screens separating rooms and these too had hand painted sexual images on them. It was the oddest and most intense setting Scotty had ever seen.

Chimara led Scotty to her office. She gestured for him to sit and then slithered behind her desk.

Scotty looked around trying to take it all in. Chimara's office was functional not fancy. She had a large glass topped chrome desk complete with computer and telephones. The chairs were black and very respectable. It looked like any office anywhere except for the painting on the wall.

Scotty studied the picture, captivated by the image of the delicate China doll portrayed in rich red silk. "Is that you?" he asked.

Chimara nodded and smiled. "Yes. Tonight is a little unusual," she explained softly. "Everyone is out. Tomorrow night I'll introduce you around. But for the rest of the evening, I'm afraid you'll have to be . . . satisfied . . . with me."

Scotty nodded and felt a flush move up his face. He really wanted her. He didn't usually go for small women, not nearly enough boob, but something about her . . .

Chimara's smile grew. She knew his thoughts, knew them without entering his mind. "Did you enjoy yourself this evening?"

"Um, yes," he admitted. "The store's extreme. The customers were a little . . . um . . ."

"Odd?" Chimara suggested. She raised an eyebrow and asked, "You found them strange? Some of the regulars?"

He nodded. "That one bloke, the one who kept asking for dragon's feet and then got mad because it was already ground up. And that woman who was dressed all in red. She bought ten crystals and twenty candles. Then she asked if I was for sale too. I told her no. I hope that was okay."

"Of course it was. You aren't for sale, are you?"

Scotty felt his flush deepen. "NO. I mean if I'd been hungry, then maybe I would have . . . oh . . . did Mr. D tell you . . . I mean . . ."

Chimara laughed. "I know how you feed. It's not a problem. Most of my male vampires feed that way."

"They do?" Scotty echoed with surprise. His brow furrowed, his eyes grew clouded, then his mouth pursed. Chimara could almost see the wheels turning in his mind as he tried to puzzle this out. "I thought, Mr. D said . . . that is . . ." he stammered.

"You thought you were unique?" Chimara guessed. Scotty nodded. "Well, for Vlad's coven you are. Every group has it's own unique characteristics. Vlad's group has always been primarily female and into intellectual pursuits. My coven has always been, shall we say, earthier. Vlad tends to make his money within the financial markets. I prefer to feed on the more human need for pleasure. It's all a matter of taste and style."

"Taste and style?" Scotty repeated. "I'm not sure I understand."

"Well, Scotty," Chimara said softly, "all humans need certain things. When you were human, what did it take to make you happy? To give you pleasure?"

Scotty thought about that for a long moment. "I dunno really. I mean, I usually was happy, but I don't know why."

"What brought you pleasure?" she asked.

He had to think for a long time before he had an answer. "I used to like to hang out with my flatmates. We watched the telly or went to the coffee bar. That was fun."

"Not fun, Scotty, but pleasure." She drew the last word out so that it sounded like six words. "Intense, world-shattering, knock your socks off pleasure. A joy and release so intense you thought you would die from it. That kind of pleasure."

"I don't think . . . when I was human . . . I never . . ." he began to blush and then finally, he got it. "Sex?" he whispered tentatively.

"Yes. Sex. Remember I mentioned knowing 3000 positions in which to have sex? Some of them can bring pleasure so intense you will think you'll die from it."

Scotty gulped and croaked. "I've had some really good sex since I became a vampire."

Chimara laughed softly. "Probably not like this. Would you like me to teach you?"

Scotty's brow furrowed and then he asked, "Will it hurt?"

"Only if you want it to," Chimara answered.

Scotty grinned. "I'm not too big on pain, but . . . okay."

Chimara rose from behind the desk. She took Scotty's hand and led him to what appeared to be a solid wall. She pressed a button and the panel slid open revealing a suite of rooms. She pulled Scotty along until they were in a bedroom. And what a bedroom it was, a sadomasochistic paradise.

Handcuffs dangled from each of the posts on the four poster bed. Whips, chains and cat-o-nine-tails littered the floor. There were many things that Scotty didn't recognize but which he guessed were things of torture. Suddenly he was more than a little nervous. He wanted Chimara, but . . . he hadn't bargained on this.

Chimara sensed his concern. "Don't worry," she insisted. "I won't hurt you, not unless you want me to."

"Um . . . okay," he mumbled. He studied her. She was licking her lips and looking at him in anticipation. Should he . . . he pulled the small woman into his arms and bent his head as if to kiss her, when suddenly he found himself going head over ass on to the bed. Then his wrists were being snapped into cuffs. "I thought you weren't going to hurt me," he squeaked.

Chimara paused and looked at him. Her eyes were dark with lust. "Are you hurt?" she asked.

Scotty thought about that for a moment. Finally, he acknowledged, "No. I guess not. But . . ."

"But you don't like being bound?"

"I wasn't expecting it," he muttered. "I . . . haven't done it much."

"New experiences are good," she insisted. "Relax and let me teach you some new things."

"Like I have a choice?" he muttered in an undertone.

Chimara laughed. The she climbed on to the bed and began to slowly unbutton Scotty's flannel shirt. As her long fingernails roamed over his chest, his legs, which were NOT bound, began to move and so did his pelvis. His jeans were soon stretched tight over his shaft. She licked her lips but just kept playing with his lovely hard chest.

Scotty was very uncomfortable. Not only was his erection jailed in his jeans, but he was so hard he hurt. He couldn't touch Chimara either and he really wanted to. Abruptly she stopped touching his chest and crawled between his legs. He moaned her name, thinking that she was going to free his throbbing organ. Instead, she opened her legs and sat down on him. He groaned from the feel of the thick leather on her body covering him. Then she rubbed up and down stimulating the movements of sex. He groaned even more at the tease.

Chimara smiled at him with her eyes half-closed. She licked her lips and then she bent at the waist. She was very limber and in this position, she could keep her sex pressed to his, keep the pressure on, but use her mouth and hands to arouse him further. She enjoyed the friction she was creating; she could feel her clit throb in response his body.

She stretched out with her hands and placed them on his pectorals, then bent her head and began to lick up and down his flat abdomen. She tickled his belly button and then ran her nails over his chest. He groaned again and pushed hard against her. She scratched his chest lightly, then began to rub his nipples as her tongue traced a lazy pattern just above the waistband of his jeans.

"Chimara," he moaned. "You're driving me crazy."

"But I'm not hurting you, am I?" she murmured.

"Part of me hurts like the devil," he complained.

She laughed softly and continued to tease him, running her hands over his chest, playing with the curly hair that covered it. She raised her head from his stomach and licked her way up to his nipples. She tickled one with her lips and then began to suck, all the while she pressed her groin to his.

He groaned again, the pressure was almost intolerable and yet . . . then he felt a little nip on his chest and saw that Chimara had drawn blood. This fired his hunger for sex and for blood and he began to tug on the chains that held him.

Chimara licked out with her tongue, teasing the drops of blood to bead, until she had a thick covering on her lips. Then she slithered further up Scotty's body and pressed her lips to his. He sucked her lips into his mouth greedily. She let him have his fill and then undulated off him and the bed completely.

Finally, she stood at the foot of the bed where Scotty could watch and she began to slowly remove her clothes. She unzipped the cat suit and slithered out of it, dropping it to the floor. Her body was small and compact, lush and limber. She was made just after she turned sixteen and every single part of her was that perfectly formed, perfectly tight teenage body.

Scotty felt his mouth go dry as he saw her. His cock began to throb in his jeans with the need to have her. "Chimara," he moaned desperately.

The master vampire laughed softly. Then she crawled up the bed and again between his legs. This time, she very carefully and slowly unbuttoned his jeans and slid down the zipper. She gestured for him to shift up and she slid his jeans and briefs off. He groaned with pleasure as she released him. His shaft was red and erect and stood almost straight up from his body in excitement.

"Very nice," she purred as she saw it. "Very nice indeed." She studied his throbbing organ for a moment as if deciding how best to enjoy it and then snaked up his body, pressing her breasts and her womanhood against him. She paused for a moment over his erection and touched the tip of the head lightly. She dropped down as if she was going to insert him, but instead simply grasped the sensitive tip and rubbed it against her sex for a moment.

Scotty thought he was about to get relief and he moaned as he felt her hot damp sex touch him. Instead of that wonderful warm glove feeling, he felt only minor friction on the tip as she rubbed the head against her clit. He could feel she was wet and he wondered what the bloody delay was.

Chimara rubbed the tip of his shaft against her until her clit throbbed hard and then she released him. She moved further up the bed until her sex was only inches from his mouth. "You have a truly special mouth. Do you have any idea what to do with it?"

Well, if there was one thing Scotty knew how to do, it was that! "Yes," he muttered in a hoarse croak. "Come closer."

Chimara did, moving so her sex was directly over that lush sensual mouth. She sighed as she felt his breath on her nether lips and then his tongue teasing her opening.

"Lower," he groaned. "I can't taste you yet."

She dropped down another inch and felt his tongue begin to enter her warmth. She gripped the headboard with both hands as his tongue began darting in and out of her sex in a slow erotic rhythm.

Scotty dipped his tongue inside tasting her flavor. She was like an exotic spice there too, different from any other woman or vampire he'd ever tasted. She was positioned just right for him to use his lips and even beard to play with her. Sensing that she would prefer a long slow climb, rather than a quick orgasm, he began to tease her. He pulled his tongue out and licked her nether lips, rubbing his mouth along the softness and using his beard to create some extra friction. She moaned above him and he could hear her breathing quicken.

He kissed and licked every outer part of her he could reach and then he again snaked his tongue inside. She was five times wetter than when he had started. Now he darted his tongue around her clit, not quite touching it, just staying near it. Then he began to lick it in circles until he heard her moan. Now instead of playing with her clit, he rolled his tongue into a point and began to move it quickly in and out, using it like a miniature cock. She arched into his face, pressing her sex down tighter against him; her juices were dripping from her.

"You taste good," he murmured.

Her response was to sit on his face, forcing his tongue and mouth deeper inside her.

Now he began to lick her clit slowly almost delicately. Touching just the tip, then a little more, then moving to lick around it again. She was moaning constantly and beginning to hump his face. So he licked it a little faster, then faster still and finally, he sucked it.

She came all over him, humping against his chin, rubbing his beard with her come. For a moment, he couldn't breathe as she covered his face completely with her spasming sex. Then using her hands she pulled herself up on the headboard and shook there while she caught her breath. She looked down to see him grinning, her come running over his face, his tongue licking his lips.

She smiled and remarked, "Ah, you DO enjoy that, don't you?"

"It's extreme . . ." he agreed.

"That it is," she mused thoughtfully. "That it is." She turned her head and saw his erection was even bigger and redder than before, and a drop of pre-come glistened on the tip. "Well," she murmured, "one good come definitely deserves another."

"Huh?" he muttered.

Chimara laughed and released the headboard. Then she repositioned herself on the bed. Now her dripping sex was still near his mouth, but HER mouth was near his erection. "Think you can do that again, while I take care of you?"

Scotty dived into her warmth with abandon and then felt her hot mouth take him in. He groaned and pulled back. "I might hurt you," he muttered.

"Not a problem," she teased with a laugh. "I LIKE pain."

"Oh . . . OH . . ." then he once again began to eat her. His tongue danced and darted inside her while he felt her mouth move up and down his erection.

Chimara felt his tongue slip inside her again and then she took his organ into her mouth. She slid her teeth up and down the outside of his shaft, teasing him and then she pulled back and began to lick him. She nipped and licked the length of him as she felt his tongue tease her clit again. He took her clit into his mouth as she began to lick the sensitive head of his organ. He sucked her bud gently then harder and she came again.

As soon as her spasms ceased she moved down the bed and turned her body, so that she could watch his face. He was still grinning with pleasure. She smiled at him and began to rub her wet sex against him. His grin soon vanished to be replaced with lust, desire and hunger. She teased his shaft with her sex until she covered it with her own juices. Then she slithered back up his body, draping her wet sex over him. She teased his mouth with her breasts, brushing her nipples just out of reach of his lips. His tongue came out to try to lick them, but she was a little too far away and it frustrated him. He groaned her name and began again to pull on his chains.

Now she moved back down the bed, her juices had dried on his shaft and she began to slowly lick him, tasting herself on him. He was groaning and thrusting his pelvis up. She knew he had to be desperate for relief. She took him into her mouth and began to nip him again. His body was twitching. His groin pushing at her face. Finally, she began to suck him. He howled and she thought he would come immediately, but he didn't. She reached for his balls and began to knead them and when she felt them swell, she pulled back and released him.

"Chimara," he shouted. His whole body was trembling on the edge of a much needed release and she had stopped again.

She laughed softly and slithered up his body. She rubbed her damp sex against him, grasped his erection and rubbed the head against her clit. Then she rose and sat down on him.

He slid all the way up inside her hot wetness with ease. She sat there, holding him inside her and then she began to tense her muscles around him.

"Oh Christ," he moaned. He felt like he was being squeezed inside a vise. She was so hot, wet and tight. It felt incredible. Just when he thought he would explode, she began to move on him, her body sliding up and down slowly, teasing him with minimal friction. It felt like he would never come then suddenly she was off him again and he groaned with pain. "Chimara!"

She smiled and switched positions. She straddled him again, but this time her back was to him. As she again slid him inside, she fondled his testicles. He gulped as he felt the sensations and then she was no longer gliding slowly on him. Instead she was riding him as if he were a galloping horse, pounding herself up and down, grinding her pelvis into his. It was wild and as she squeezed his balls, he finally came with a powerful thrust and a howl of pleasure that sounded as animal as he felt. His entire body was shuddering and trembling from the strength of the orgasm. But apparently, Chimara wasn't done, for as soon as she felt his tremors subside, she slid off letting his now flaccid organ slip out.

She slithered up the bed and moved her dripping sex toward his face. He grinned and flicked his tongue out to taste her. She smiled and pulled back. She looked at him consideringly and suggested, "You know, I think you've had enough for the moment. You relax. I'll be back in a little while."

"You going to leave me like this?" he asked nervously.

"Are you in pain?" He shook his head no. "Then I will. When I come back, we can play some more. Perhaps I'll cuff your legs and let your hands free for the next go round."

Vlad sat at his desk. Financial reports were spread around him, but he found himself unable to concentrate. Usually money attracted all his attention, but talking of Cleo to Cyn had brought back memories.

Cleo, such a waste. In his mind, he summoned her image. Cleo was like an exotic flower, with coffee colored skin, slanted dark eyes, thick eyebrows and lush sensual lips. Her body had been perfection. He'd found her in Rio, although she was not Brazilian. She didn't know what she was as her parents were both dead and she had grown up alone surviving by her wits in the slums of that rich city.

Vlad had seen her during Carnival. She was turning tricks in an alley. Something about her had caught his attention and he'd watched her for several nights. When Carnival was over he had approached her and made his offer. She had jumped at the chance to change.

Cleo was clever as well as beautiful and soon she was fronting for Vlad, working the bankers and other financiers for him. The only flaw in an otherwise perfect situation was Cleo's buried anger from hooking and the bloodlust that the vampire had unleashed. Still, things would have been fine, if not for Ares.

During the next Carnival, Ares had been in Rio. Vlad had run into him by accident and Cleo had been with him. The God and female vampire had taken one look at each other and the seduction had begun. Ares filled her head with a lust for power and unleashed her anger. Soon Cleo became hard to control. Ares manipulated her with sex and a hunger for his ichor which he only rarely satisfied. Cleo wanted more and although Vlad tried to tell her that Ares would never keep his promises, Cleo wouldn't listen. Finally, she had left to be with Ares.

Ares had grown bored with her after two weeks. He abandoned her and Cleo had come back to Vlad, sadder, not any wiser, but much angrier and now reckless. After she killed a man who had mistaken her for a prostitute, Vlad felt he had no choice. He warned her that if she killed again he would remove his protection from her. Two weeks later, unable to control herself, she drank another man to death.

Vlad removed his protection from Cleo, sent her away from the coven and warned her of the risk associated with being on her own. But by now Cleo was so out of control she didn't care. Within a month, Cleo was dead. Her insatiable hungers that Ares had ignited leading her to stray too far from shelter one night so that when the sun rose, she was unable to get away from it. The loss of her still rankled.

Vlad sighed. Though Ares seemed determined to seduce Cyn away, he knew Cyn was made of sterner stuff than Cleo. And there was Scotty as well. Still, outsmarting Ares was going to be quite the delicate dance. What Vlad needed was to distract the god . . . find him a more interesting target.

Cyn sighed. She stretched on the heart-shaped bed. The ice had only been Ares opening salvo in the sexual game. After the first knockout sex, he'd gone to town on her. He'd seemed determined to give her the best sex of her life and she had to admit it was choice.

After recovering from their first go round, all of thirty seconds for him, he'd taken her to the edge again and again and then dropped her over. The God was inexhaustible and needed almost no recovery time a feat that would've amazed her except she already knew that about him. Finally, apparently sated, they lay in the bed.

Ares held her almost tenderly stroking her hair. "Would you like to see something of the city?" he asked softly.

"The city?" Cyn echoed in almost drugged haze.

Ares laughed. "You're in Sin City," he murmured.

"Cyn City?" she repeated.

He chuckled. "Yes. Las Vegas is, well . . . It's only 11 p.m. here, still night. I think you might enjoy a tour."

"Not sure if I can walk," she mumbled.

Again he laughed. "I'm sure you can. Are you hungry at all?"

"You let me eat already, didn't ya?" she teased with a giggle.

"All the same, there are prime pickings in this city for a vampire."

"Is that so?" she murmured. 'What is he playing at now?' she wondered. 'Well best to find out.' She sighed aloud and muttered, "Then dress me and let's take a crack at it."

On the other side of the world, it was eight at night the next day, just after sunset and Scotty was rousing from sleep. He was no longer handcuffed to Chimara's bed, but was instead curled spoon fashion around the tiny vampire nearly covering her with his body. He stretched languidly and saw her dark eyes upon him. He grinned at her.

Chimara smiled back delighted with the boy. He'd taken to the games like a duck to water. He used his sexuality and skills to bring her a great deal of pleasure and once he understood that she really did enjoy pain he'd unleashed a side of himself that he kept buried. An excellent night's work. Even now, his expression changed from sleepiness and she could see the desire move across his face. But there was no time. Chimara slipped out of his grasp and out of bed.

"Get dressed," she ordered peremptorily. "I have some things I want to discuss with you. I also want you to meet the rest of my . . . coven."

Scotty put aside his lecherous thoughts and shrugged.

Chimara slithered back into her black leather cat suit and gestured for him to hurry. Scotty fumbled with the buttons on his jeans in his rush to do her bidding. His fingers were suddenly clumsy under her scrutiny.

"Did you bring anything besides jeans?" she asked. He shook his head. "Do you own anything besides jeans?" she asked curiously. With a body like his, he would be hard pressed to dress off the rack; still she longed to see him in Armani or Versace. He was a handsome male, in the proper clothing he would be . . . spectacular.

"Vlad bought me a tuxedo," he admitted, "for New Year's Eve. But I'm not . . . I don't like suits."

Chimara laughed. "Never mind. It doesn't have to be a suit. I'll have Michael take you shopping."

"Michael?" Scotty rolled the name off his tongue like some forgotten memory.

"He's my second. You'll meet him."

Scotty nodded and finished dressing. Then he followed Chimara out of the bedroom and through the suite into her office. She seemed to grow more powerful before his eyes as she entered the heart of her domain and settled behind her desk.

She gestured for him to sit and he did. She prompted, "Last night just before you fell asleep you called out a name. Cyn. Who is she?"

Scotty's eyes widened and his jaw dropped as he echoed, "Cyn?"

"You whispered her name like a prayer and then you were gone."

"She's . . . I . . . Cyn is . . ." he stuttered unable to answer.

"Scotty," Chimara explained patiently, "I can go into your mind and find out, but I'd rather you tell me."

He felt his face flush with embarrassment as he tried to find words to explain Cyn. Finally, he stammered, "I love her. She's a . . . vampire, but . . . it's . . ."

Chimara sighed. Her voice was like steel as she commanded, "Tell me."

"It's complicated. She's . . . different."

Chimara shrugged and revealed, "Fine. I'll go into your mind." She did, touching all the places where Cyn resided, rooting out Scotty's feelings and the present situation. She saw how the two met, saw the instincts Cyn had unleashed in Scotty and saw the love that Cyn and Scotty shared. She also saw from Scotty's viewpoint Ares and Cyn in the Jacuzzi and recognized the power in them both. She had heard of the War God, though she had never yet had the pleasure of meeting him. She saw the bond between Scotty and Cyn and saw that Vlad had a softness for Cyn as well. That was very interesting. She had never been aware that Vlad even had something that for lack of a better word she would call a heart. Finally, when she'd seen as much as Scotty could tell her, she loosed him.

Scotty felt drained as if someone had taken the blood out of him. He never felt like that when Cyn or Vlad went into his mind. It was weird. He shook himself as if he was a dog and asked, "What did you just do to me?"

Chimara smiled. The smile never reached her eyes. "You didn't want to tell me, you forced me to dig. It's not usually so unpleasant, but you were fighting me. You have more power than you know."

He shrugged and said nothing. Then he heard a door open. Suddenly the office was filled with a wave of bloodlust as twelve hungry vampires entered. Eleven men and one woman. The woman caught his eyes first. She was blond. Very very blond. Her hair was almost white, her skin translucent, her eyes the deepest darkest blue he had ever seen. She had pale pink lips like the petals on a rose. She was dressed in a demure little outfit that reminded him of Snow White. She looked like a Fairy Princess out of some long forgotten story. He made a noise, deep in his throat that was part lust and part hunger. Her neck was white and swanlike rising from the bodice of her gown and his entire being yearned to sink his teeth into her skin and draw blood. He swallowed hard and felt another flush rise to his face as his erection made itself known.

Chimara watched him from hooded eyes and smiled to herself. Giselle always seemed to have that effect on healthy males. It was what made her so effective. "Introduce yourselves," she ordered.

Scotty forced his eyes away from the woman and began to look at the men as they named themselves. Just as Vlad's coven was full of beautiful women, so Chimara's was full of handsome men. They were diverse ethnic groups, different heights, different weights, but they all had one thing in common. They were all well muscled and if Cyn had been there, he knew she would've wanted all of them.

The last one to introduce himself was Michael. A tall muscular blond man with blue eyes. He had a face that was beautiful. He met Scotty's eyes and smiled. Then he looked to Chimara, got an almost imperceptible nod and remarked, "Scotty, welcome. Tonight, rather than working in the shop, I'm going to take you shopping."

Scotty glanced at Chimara. She nodded. "I have several businesses. I know you enjoy the shop, but perhaps something else might be more to your liking. I want you to be . . . happy during your stay with us."

Scotty's brow furrowed as he tried to work this out. Then he shrugged. He supposed it would be explained to him eventually.

Chimara suggested in a tone that made it clear that it was an order that Michael and Scotty go. As they were leaving, Scotty heard her say to the others, "Boys, the phone was ringing off the hook last night. You're going to be very busy tonight."

While Michael was helping Scotty choose some new clothes, Chimara was busy. First she sent ten of the men off to work and then she called Vlad and arranged a meeting. She stopped to eat first, knowing instinctively that if she went to see Vlad while hungry; it would be a mistake.

Vlad answered the door himself when he heard the ring. No one else was in the block of flats; they had orders NOT to come home until almost sunrise. Except Cyn, who was still, he supposed with Ares. Well, as long as the god was intent on her, he would keep her safe. He wondered what Chimara wanted. Surely, Scotty couldn't have caused a problem already.

He opened the door and as always felt a shock at the sight of her. She was so tiny and so deadly, yet to look at her, even in her leather, was to see a child almost. He knew how deceiving appearances could be, yet . . .

He led her into his office then realized she had never been there before. All of their dealings had been either on the phone or at her office. He watched her eyes as she studied the portrait of him. He slid behind his desk and settled himself in his chair as she continued to gaze at the painting. He filled the room with his silence, waiting her out.

"You are the stuff of legends," she whispered finally.

He laughed bitterly. "Legends? Yes, I suppose so. And myths and very bad movies and television shows. Not to mention books."

She turned and eyed him speculatively. Then she glided like a cat to a chair across from his desk and relaxed into it. "Does it bother you?" she asked curiously.

His eyes went far away for a moment and then he admitted in a voice almost devoid of tone, "It used to, but only because it made it difficult to use my name. These days . . ." he waved his hands in the empty air. "In any case, I can do nothing about it. The legend of Dracula lives on whether I wish it or not. Still, there are times I would prefer your anonymity. To have seen what you have . . . to have moved over the centuries as freely . . . that would have been something."

Her eyes raked his finely boned aristocratic face. Vlad was a handsome male, despite being made when he was older; he still looked as if his body was in its prime. His eyes held a thousand images of evil. She wondered what the depth of his mind was like. Though twice his age, her power was only equal to his, not stronger. Still . . . "You think it's been easy? You forget, vampire or not, I am still female, still Chinese. That brings it's own set of disadvantages."

Vlad let a smile play across his full lips. "It seems we both occasionally wish for something we cannot have. What brings you here? Is it Scotty?"

"Not exactly," she murmured. She paused and her eyes turned speculative. "He is rather . . . unusual."

Vlad let the smile appear. "Yes, he is. Quite a change for us."

"Why did you . . ." she broke off abruptly, knowing that she was about to be impolite. "I was very surprised. I had expected someone . . . more . . ."

"More intelligent?" Vlad guessed with a soft laugh. "More assertive?"

Now she smiled. "He is very . . . sweet," she suggested. "Very childlike in some ways. And yet . . . there is a vast untapped strength inside him. A power he doesn't even know is there and more than likely wouldn't use if he did."

Vlad nodded. "I know. Scotty IS a puzzlement sometimes. But his essence is unique. He brought life into this coven and even I will admit that without my knowing it, we had grown old, tired and complacent. Almost dead in a way. His coming has changed things."

"Not just him," she noted softly. "His partner, Cyn. You have a problem, don't you?"

"You went into Scotty's mind, didn't you?" he accused her.

"I had permission," she admitted calmly. "He allowed it."

Vlad sighed. "He would. Very well, Chimara, since you seem to know so much, what is it you want?"

"I have never met Ares. I would like to."

"Is that a fact," Vlad mused softly. "And you think I can arrange this? How is it that you've never run across him in your travels? I would have thought a 1200 year old vampire from China would be very MUCH to his taste."

She laughed. "Perhaps I was never important enough for him. As you mentioned only a moment ago, I tend to live in anonymity, although in truth, I preferred obscurity for many years while I built my empire. But now . . . I would like to meet this . . . god."

"Let me think about it," Vlad mused. "I should warn you though. Once in your life, Ares is like a festering sore. You can NEVER get rid of him."

She laughed softly. "He has power. Power you have tasted. Power your Cyn has tasted. Power even that Scotty has tasted. I want that power. Do you know what I could do with it?"

Vlad's eyes widened. "What would you do with it?" he asked softly.

She laughed again. "Perhaps rule the world?" She paused for a moment as she pondered the possible futures. "I would probably simply enjoy it, the way I enjoy the power I hold now. To have a thing, to own it, sometimes that's enough. You have enormous power, but you don't always use it, do you?"

Vlad studied her. He could see the lust in her eyes, a lust for power and a hunger for knowledge. And something else, something that seemed to light a fire in his veins. "Power is not it's own reward. I have tasted his power. It is not like ours, though it is of our essence. He will try and use you, he always does."

"What could I have that he could use?" she asked quietly. Suddenly, she felt the entire force of Vlad's not inconsiderable power and sexuality coming at her. It was as if a fire had flared in her veins.

Vlad's mouth tightened into a thin line as he began to fight feelings he hadn't expected to be aroused. "An army of the dead."

"To fight whom? To fight what? I know he's a war god, but surely . . . after all this time? What could he hope to achieve?"

His patience wearing thin, Vlad stood and made his way around the desk to tower over the tiny vampiress. "You would have to ask him that. He’s tried this before and he failed before. This time, he’s determined to succeed and is attempting to seduce Cyn. What Scotty couldn’t tell you, because he didn’t know, is that Cyn is, in some obscure genetic way, his blood, going back centuries. This gives them a blood tie that is more complicated and harder to break."

He sighed, then went on his voice almost sad, "Chimara, getting into bed with Ares is dangerous. He is powerful, seductive and manipulative. He has NO heart and no compassion. He will chew you up and spit you out without a backward glance. I do NOT advise this."

Chimara tilted her head and fixed her dark gaze on Vlad’s handsome features. "And you?" she asked softly. She rose seductively from the chair, her tiny, leather-clad body just inches from the master vampire. "What will you do to me? Will you chew me up and spit me out too?" Chimara licked her blood red lips as her eyes raked Vlad’s muscled figure. She had always found the mysterious Count sexy but his normally icy demeanor had precluded her from acting. Tonight was different. Chimara could feel the waves of repressed sexuality emanating from the aristocrat.

Vlad looked down at the seductive vampire. He watched her breasts heave under the tight leather. The sexual tension was palpable and Vlad felt his erection growing unbidden. The master vampire battled to regain his composure. Over the centuries, he had nearly perfected the ability to suppress his physical desires, unfortunately Cyn’s arrival had reignited his sexual fires and now Chimara was fanning those flames.

Suddenly, the master vampire emitted a hoarse growl and seized the small woman by her shoulders. His powerful hands lifted Chimara off the floor as his mouth descended on hers in a searing kiss. He squeezed her lithe form to his body; his erection pulsed eagerly against her.

His feral growl turned into a howl as the vampiress slid her fangs deep into his lip. Vlad yanked back from Chimara and watched as she slowly licked his dark blood from her mouth.

"Too rough for you?" she hissed.

In response, Vlad threw her on the desk. He hovered momentarily over her semi-prone form the heat between them building. The master vampire lunged forward pinning Chimara’s slender shoulders to the desk with one arm. His free hand tore open the leather cat suit. The ancient vampiress gasped as her breasts sprang free.

Vlad eyed the firm mounds and dark nipples. He bared his fangs at Chimara before diving down. The China doll sucked in her breath even as her chest rose toward the deadly mouth. Pulling up short, Vlad’s tongue licked the delicate flesh with surprising lightness. Chimara’s body arched seeking further contact. The vampire’s fangs slid lightly around the areola teasing her exquisitely. Chimara groaned as his mouth covered her nipple sucking the sensitive nub. She writhed against the desk still pinned to the mahogany surface.

Vlad sucked eagerly on her flesh. He could feel the sexual heat emanating from her tiny form. Her musky scent further fueling his erotic desires. He moved hungrily to the other breast while his hands grasped at the leather and pulled it from her shoulders and down her narrow hips.

Chimara wriggled and kicked free of the suit, revealing a perfect triangle of glossy black curls. Her slender legs hung over the edge of the desk. Vlad grabbed one knee and forced her thighs apart, wedging his own hips in between them.

Chimara’s body quivered with excitement. Her long fingernails tore at the vampire’s crisp white shirt leaving the material in shreds. She stared at his massive chest with it’s fine covering of dark hair. With feather like softness, her nails grazed over his steely muscles.

Vlad roared. The gentle touch was even more intoxicating than her bite. He ground his throbbing erection against her damp mound. His fingers dug into her hips as he pulled her womanhood tight against his own need.

Chimara reached up, her hands locking on either side of the aristocratic face. She pulled his mouth to her own. The kiss was intense; lips locked and tongues eagerly explored each other’s depths. Vlad sliced Chimara’s lower lip with his fangs. She moaned with pleasure at the pain. Vlad lapped up the drawn blood. Chimara sucked his tongue tasting herself in his mouth. The master vampire crushed her to the desktop as they shared her life’s blood.

Chimara’s hands groped for his trousers. First she unbuckled his belt then hitched her fingers under both slacks and boxers. She tugged them down freeing his cock. The little Oriental sneaked a glance at his erect penis. The master vampire was exquisite, his huge member standing straight out from a long diamond of dark curls. The massive head throbbed a glistening droplet of pre-come at the tip.

Vlad groaned and pressed his erection tighter to her dampness. Fangs grazed her neck as his shaft teased her dripping clit. Chimara wrapped her legs around his waist and pressed herself to him in a crushing squeeze. He drove his sex against hers until she moaned and shuddered in a mini orgasm.

Vlad pulled back. He hungered for more than her blood. He slipped down her body; his hands spread her thighs and parted the lips of her womanhood. He gazed appreciatively at the rosy bud before positioning his mouth over her still pulsing sex. He hesitated to inhale her spicy scent.

Chimara groaned desperately. There were very few men who could truly overpower her and she found his strength intoxicating. She wanted him to dive in, to take her, to eat her alive.

Vlad’s tongue lapped at her moist lips, the tip teased her clit before slipping inside. Chimara moaned in Chinese and her hands grasped Vlad’s head to force him deeper toward her mound. He resisted temporarily, driving her into a frenzy of anticipation. Then he stiffened his tongue and began to fuck her with it. Chimara’s hips rocked up to meet the penetration. The heat from his mouth drove her to another orgasm. She groaned impaling herself on his tongue. Quickly, he pulled back and sucked hard on her clit. Electric shocks ran through Chimara’s body. Her muscles spasmed and she thrust upward. Her juices flowing into Vlad’s hungry mouth as waves of pleasure rushed over her.

Chimara’s body was still shuddering as Vlad moved up and pinned her again to the hardwood. One powerful hand found her wetness and probed inside. He could feel her muscles contracting against his fingers. The master vampire slid in and out rhythmically. Chimara moaned then began to hump against his hand. Vlad increased the speed, pushing deeper with every stroke. Only her desperate grip on the edge of the desk kept Chimara from sliding across its fine surface as Vlad continued his assault.

The vampiress writhed in ecstasy as his thumb found her clit and rubbed the sensitive bud into another orgasm. Chimara barely had time to gasp before she felt the Count’s huge cock thrust roughly inside her depths.

Vlad forced his massive erection into the tight opening until he was buried to the hilt. The master vampire let out a feral moan. Centuries of pent up desire screamed for release. He pounded into the tiny woman then dove down to sink his fangs into the porcelain flesh of her neck. His need so great he was oblivious to her screams.

Chimara felt as if she were being split in two; impaled on the infamous Count’s shaft. Sexual heat combined with the exquisite pain of his bite sent her over the edge to yet another orgasm.

Vlad felt impossibly tight muscles contract around his throbbing cock. He let out an unearthly growl as his groin clenched. With one last powerful thrust, the vampire shot his come deep inside the little woman and his sweat slick body shuddered against her.

The two vampires remained locked together in silence save for their labored breathing. Chimara stared at the aristocratic features through glazed eyes; a satisfied smile slowly crossed her delicate countenance. Her tiny body gradually stilled but her keen mind raced. Dark thoughts and a need for power and control washed over Chimara. With experience born of centuries of using sex as a weapon, the tiny Oriental consciously contracted her inner muscles. Muscles most women couldn’t control and most men fantasized over. Vlad’s semi-soft cock was suddenly caught in a vice grip of hot wet sex.

The Count grimaced in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Chimara relaxed then tightened again. She delighted in her power as her womanhood pulsed around the vampire’s shaft.

Despite the intense pleasure, Vlad thought he'd had enough, his penis, however, seemed to have a mind of its own. It responded enthusiastically to the vampiress’ unusual caresses. Reluctant to yield to his animal needs, yet driven to do so, Vlad bit down on one rosy nipple.

Chimara shrieked and using her unnatural strength managed to flip the pair over. "My turn," she commanded.

Vlad relented and lay back on the paper-strewn desk. The tiny vampiress slithered down his muscled body. Her erect nipples rubbed down his chest, stomach and abdomen. Chimara flicked her tongue, leaving a trail of moisture down to his groin. Vlad arched up to meet her lips. The vampiress pulled back and examined the once again erect penis.

"It has been a long time for you, hasn’t it?" she whispered, eyeing his member wickedly.

Vlad groaned. As much as he hated to admit it, he wanted her in a way he hadn't anticipated.

Sensing his need, Chimara smiled before setting her mouth to work. She lightly tongued his organ, licking the delicious flavors from the tip. Then she twirled her tongue around the shaft and down its length. She opened her ruby lips to suck his balls, delicately popping them in and out. Then she slipped the massive shaft into her mouth. Softly then harder, she sucked until the entire cock was deep in her throat.

The master vampire’s body writhed in pleasure. Chimara had 1200 years to perfect her technique and she had done a fine job. Her lips, teeth and tongue knew exactly where to caress.

"Now," Vlad moaned, his groin tightening in anticipation.

Suddenly Chimara pulled back. His throbbing cock sprang out of her warm mouth still aching for release. The master vampire howled in protest. Chimara grinned then dove down toward the Count’s groin. She sank her fangs deep into the sensitive flesh. Vlad howled again. The pain and pleasure mixed and his erection pulsed and ached. He grabbed at the tiny vampire and pulled her up his body, positioning her hot sex just above his. Futilely, he tried to force himself into her body but the wicked temptress eluded penetration.

"I know what you want," she hissed. "And you know what I want."

"A meeting with Ares," he gasped hoarsely.

"Yes?" It was both a question and an answer.

Vlad’s chest heaved as his cock throbbed. Finally, he nodded, "Yes."

Now Chimara gave in willingly to his strength. The Count’s hands drove her down on to his shaft. She felt her body fill with his heat. The pulsing organ rammed deep inside her. Her muscles began contracting wildly around his flesh as Vlad pounded her up and down on his shaft. The vampiress’ hips rocked, her moans turned to cries as her body exploded in orgasm.

Vlad heard the fevered moans and felt his balls seize up in response. One final thrust and his hot come shot inside her. He bucked up with unworldly strength and pulled her down at the same time. His shaft continued to pulse deep inside her. The vampiress spasmed again then collapsed on top of the Count, her face pressed against his still heaving chest. Their bodies quivered together, muscles twitching with aftershocks.

Hidden from her partner, a satisfied smile spread across Chimara’s face. She had gotten exactly what she wanted and then some.

Vlad lay back on the desk, staring at the coffered ceiling. His expression and mind were unreadable to the woman but he was now cautiously optimistic. So far, everything was going according to plan - his plan.

Two hours later Michael was finally satisfied. He'd taken Scotty to a small boutique that catered to elegant expensive tastes and night owls. Scotty, who did know something about clothes, having worked in the industry, was appalled at the prices, but Michael assured him that Chimara wouldn't care and that in the end it would be well worth it. He'd also added with a sly smile, that in the long run, the clothes would end up paying for themselves. A comment that drew a puzzled frown from Scotty. Finally, laden down with packages the two vampires returned to the magic shop and Chimara's residence. Giselle was working in the shop that evening.

Though they had stopped to eat before their shopping expedition, Scotty hadn't had the opportunity to do more than just feed. He felt his groin tighten at the sight of Giselle. She looked even more like a fairy princess surrounded as she was by ersatz magic. He wondered if he'd be allowed to go out again.

Michael read Scotty easily. He wondered how the infamous Dracula had ever been persuaded to accept Scotty into his coven. From all he'd heard about the master vampire, he'd have thought Scotty would have been food for the coven and nothing more. Still . . . Michael showed Scotty to an empty room suggested he change into one of his new outfits and then meet him back in Chimara's office.

Scotty shrugged and did as he was told. When he joined Michael, in the office, Michael was behind Chimara's desk, talking on the phone and writing something down. Michael caught his eye and gestured for him to sit. As Scotty sat, he heard Michael say, "I think I have just exactly what you want. Will an hour do?" There was a pause. "Very well. I can arrange it." Then Michael hung up. Michael raised his eyes and studied Scotty. The vampire was now attired in a pair of slickly tailored black trousers with sharp creases and flap pockets. His shirt was also black and collarless with long sleeves. He'd brushed his unruly hair and Michael made a note that someone should get Scotty to a professional hairstylist. Still, Scotty looked much more polished and sophisticated than before. He'd do.

Scotty shifted uncomfortably in his chair wondering just what he was supposed to do now. He really needed to do something.

Michael smiled sensing Scotty's problem. Well, he held the solution in his hand. "Scotty," Michael revealed softly, "I know from Chimara that normally you have sex when you feed."

Scotty felt his face flush. It was one thing to talk about that with a woman, but . . . Michael was very pretty. Could he be suggesting . . . Scotty swallowed hard and said nothing.

"I wasn't suggesting that I be your partner," Michael commented dryly, reading Scotty's expression rather than his mind. "But we have a business that would seem to suit you better. In fact, Scotty, I have a job for you."

"Bewdy. I can't wait to get out of these clothes," Scotty muttered as he shifted restlessly.

Michael mistook Scotty's enthusiasm. "There's a little more to it than that," Michael chuckled.

"You mean you want me to work in this fancy rig?"

"Of course not," Michael continued before it dawned on him that Scotty was serious. "Well, not exactly. I thought Chimara told you that we run an escort service."

Scotty's eyes brightened. "Oh, so I have to be dressed for court?"

"NO. An escort service."

Scotty pondered this momentarily before nodding. "Yeah, yeah, an escort service. You want me to show people around . . . take them places. Do I get a map?" While he waited for Michael's answer, Scotty worried that he was the only escort that needed a map. He quickly added, "I suppose I could find my way without one."

"I'm sure you could, big boy," Giselle murmured huskily. She had slithered into the office unnoticed.

Michael gave her an impatient glare and gestured for her to exit. Giselle shrugged, winked at Scotty and slipped out, leaving Scotty randier than ever.

"I'll take a crack at it," Scotty offered willingly. "Cause I really need to get out and about."

"It's not that kind of escort service," Michael explained emphatically.

"Oh," Scotty mumbled. He nodded knowingly, but it was clear to Michael that the boy didn't have a clue. The more experienced vampire let out a long sigh. "Scotty, you like sex when you feed, correct?" Scotty nodded enthusiastically. "Well," Michael said slowly. "So do the other members of this coven."

At first Scotty was pleased at the prospect of fitting in, then he sputtered, "I . . . um . . . another man?" The thought made him squirm uncomfortably in his chair.

"No," Michael chided with a shake of his head. "Women. Women pay for our services."

"What women?" Scotty asked, still missing the salient point.

Michael looked the boy in the eye. "All kinds of women. They enjoy . . . vampires."

"You mean they know we're vampires?" Scotty repeated incredulously.

"Yes, they know. That's what they're paying for."

"They PAY us?" he echoed.

"Yes. Well, actually, they pay us ahead of time by credit card."

"By credit card?" he reiterated, still unclear on the concept. "What are they paying us for?"

"For our services," Michael explained again, his patience beginning to wear thin.

"But what services exactly?"

Finally, Michael lost his composure and his battle with restraint. "Fuck 'em and feed on 'em."

Scotty's eyes widened, his jaw dropped, his mouth opened and then comprehension FINALLY dawned. "Oh . . . Oh . . . OH!" He swallowed and then asked, "I'm supposed to shag them and then eat?"

Michael nodded.

Scotty thought for a long moment, then smiled full out, as he said, "Bewdy. I'll have a go. What do I do exactly?"

Michael sighed and then smiled as well. "I have an address here. She's a very good customer. She loves vampires and sex. You'll go to her home, take her to a pub, buy her a drink, return home with her. She will tell you what she wants, what kind of sex she wants and then you may feed on her. You won't have to hypnotize her either."

Scotty thought for a long moment. "What if she doesn't like me?" he asked.

Michael smiled. "She'll like you. You're just her type."

"Her type?"

"Big and male. You'll be fine."

"Okay then," he agreed as he rose from the chair. "I'll do it."

Michael gave Scotty the address and Scotty filled with anticipation roared off on his motorcycle. This was a new one on him. He'd never thought about taking money for sex. Not that anyone had ever offered it to him before. Although, come to think of it, that woman in the magic shop HAD asked him about being for sale. That made a LOT more sense now. He wondered what Cyn would say when she found out what he was doing, but then decided she had no right to say anything. Especially now. After all, it wasn't as if he was doing anything he normally wouldn't. In a way, it was almost like stealing, because he'd be more than happy to trade sex for blood anyway.

Scotty rode up to the nice neat little bungalow with a grin. He got off the bike and swaggered to the door. He rang the bell and waited.

"What in the world was that?" Cyn shrieked as she heard a loud thundering sound followed quickly by screams.

Ares laughed. " A cannon."

Cyn shook her head in wonder. Las Vegas was certainly a strange place. She'd seen TV shows and movies but nothing had prepared her for the neon-lit reality of it. It was like being inside an acid rock music video.

Ares led her to a spot where she could see the end of the pirate show. He watched, as her eyes grew ever wider, transfixed by the incredible pyrotechnics of the extravaganza. When the show was done, she applauded like the rest of the tourists. "Bloody amazing," she exclaimed.

Ares laughed. "Now you have your choice, we can see a volcano erupt, dancing fountains, sail through Venice, go to the top of the Eiffel Tower, ride the Coney island roller coaster, or . . ."

"Or what?"

"Do you gamble?"

"What do you think I'm doing with you?" she retorted with a wry grin.

"For money," he snorted. "Slots, blackjack, poker, craps."

"You gonna stake me?" she teased.

"Literally or figuratively?" he snapped.

She laughed. "Thought we'd already agreed killing me wouldn't get you what you want."

He moved very close to her. He took her face into his hands and gripped it tightly. "Just what do you think I want?"

She showed no fear, her eyes were steady, her posture calm and composed. "Not a clue as to what you're really after, but at the moment, I'd say, you were simply looking for a little fun."

"Don't mock me," he hissed. "It's a mistake to think your charms will win the day."

"I thought I was going to try to win money," she retorted recklessly.

He laughed and released her. "That's what I like about you, Cyn. Even when faced with threats you show no fear. But, my pet, don't make the mistake of pushing me too far."

"I'm not your pet," she muttered under her breath. "And I never will be."

He chuckled. "I heard that." He paused and then asked, "Shall we play a game of chance?"

"Thought we were already?" she mumbled. "I like dice."

Ares chuckled again. "Very well, craps it is. How much money do you want?"

"How much do you have?"

Ares grinned. "As much as I want. Or as much as you could want. You forget, I'm a . . ."

"God," she finished for him. 'No,' she thought, 'I haven't forgotten. But perhaps you have.'

Scotty heard the sound of heels clicking on wood and then the door to the bungalow opened. His jaw dropped when he saw his "date." He swallowed twice and consulted the piece of paper again. "Are you Minerva?" he asked.

The woman smiled and admitted, "I am."

"Why would you need to . . ." he blurted out before he could stop himself. Minerva was gorgeous! She was tall, lithe, dressed in a tiny white shift that left her arms and neck bare. She had flowing brown hair and soulful brown eyes. How could she have a problem getting a date?

Minerva said nothing for a moment, just stared at the escort she knew was a vampire. He was tall and his hair was thick and unruly. She longed to run her fingers through it. His face was almost pretty, gorgeous brown eyes, strong jaw and the most luscious kissable pouty mouth surrounded by a scruffy beard. His body was covered in black, black trousers and a black shirt, but she could still see the muscles in his arms and chest when he moved. As she gazed steadily at him, he began to blush. She'd never seen a vampire do that before. She also noticed that despite his embarrassment, his eyes were glued to her breasts and his pants were tightening. Maybe they'd skip the drink.

"Would you like to come in?" she asked.

"Michael said I was to take you for a drink," Scotty insisted repeating his instructions.

"Where's your car?" she asked.

"No car. Motorcycle. Hope that's okay."

"Motorcycle?" Minerva repeated. She studied the vampire again. A ride on the bike with him would certainly be an interesting bit of foreplay.

He nodded. Her dress was really short. A slight breeze blew and he saw she had no underthings on. He felt his groin tighten even more from excitement.

Minerva smiled. "Let's go for a ride."

Scotty grinned. He offered his arm and led her to the bike. He handed her a helmet, put on his own and then straddled the bike. She slid on behind him, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist and pressing her breasts to his back. Her shift was now hiked up high on her thighs and her sex pressed to the black leather of the seat.

He kicked the bike to life with a roar. Minerva felt the vibrations all through her body.

"Where do you want to go?" Scotty shouted over the clamor of the powerful machine.

"Anywhere you want to take me," Minerva murmured. She was already well pleased with her date of the evening.

The casino was beautiful, noisy and packed. The carpet was lush, the tropical plants real, the women glittered with jewels and the men charmed in tuxedos. Ares had dressed himself in a lovely black tuxedo complete with cummerbund and tie. He'd dressed Cyn in a rich blue velvet gown that was low cut and clung to her curves. He'd also chosen to adorn her with a matching sapphire necklace and earrings. She couldn't fault his taste in clothes for either herself or him. He looked beyond gorgeous in his outfit and she felt like a million bucks on his arm. There was something rather endearing about his attempt to make this fun, playful and different for her. His apparent eagerness to please her, his apparent concern that she enjoy herself to the max touched her, although she knew it was all probably part of his plan to seduce her. Still, despite what Vlad thought, she guessed part of Ares was in fact sincere. While he loved the game, the seduction, the challenge and the battle, he also did have some ability to feel affection. All the same, she chided herself; it wouldn't do to forget his other side in this happy glow.

Ares swaggered through the casino with Cyn on his arm. He knew they made a magnificent couple, even in a place where spectacle was all. He enjoyed having a beautiful woman on his arm, enjoyed the envious glances of the men and the lustful glances some of the women directed at him. He was vain enough to take pleasure in appearances and arrogant enough to expect it as his due. Still, he knew he could have put Cyn in a T-shirt and jeans and she still would have evoked the same response from men. She gave off a lure so strong, even when she wasn't trying that it was a wonder men didn't jump her the moment they saw her. That was indeed part of her charm. And charming she was. Though he'd never admit it, she captivated him. She was smart, funny, enthusiastic and just small-town enough to enjoy the over indulgent pleasures of a jaded place like Vegas to make it fun for him. In fact, she would be a perfect partner, if she would just get over her silly infatuation for that boy, Scotty.

Ares smothered a smile as he heard Cyn's little oh of delight when they reached the $100 crap table. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a roll of bills. He handed them to the croupier who pushed a pile of chips their way. "All yours, Cyn," he murmured. "Make us rich."

She giggled and then began to lay out her bets. The pile of chips in front of Cyn steadily grew. She was on a roll, the dice were hot and so was she. All around her, she could feel the energy from the other gamblers. It was a continual rush of lust and anger. Ares, at her side, was reveling in it along with her. She wondered if he was using his powers to help her win and then decided it didn't matter. The longer she threw the dice, the randier she got. And the more her sexuality bloomed, the more she won. It was almost as if the dice were responding to her powers. It wasn't really cheating, just sort of.

Finally, Cyn had so many chips in front of her that a big burly man who clearly worked for the casino popped over to speak to her. She smiled disarmingly and let Ares handle it. She had no idea what the god told him, but soon they were cashing out and on their way back to their own suite.

"What did you tell him?" she asked curiously.

Ares chuckled. "That you were a vampire with telekinetic powers and that if he let us go with our winnings you wouldn't kill him.'

"Yeah, right. Really, what did you say?"

He grinned evilly. "What makes you think I didn't tell him that?"

"Ares," she mumbled with a grin, "that's bloody crazy. No one would believe it."

"This is Vegas," he explained. "They see everything. You think you're the first vampire to visit here? The first person with powers to shoot craps?"

She shook her head. "Fine. Don't tell me."

He strolled over to where she now sat on the edge of the bed. "Did you have fun?"

She nodded. "I did."

He sat next to her on the bed and touched her face lightly. "You see, we can have fun together."

She studied him. His eyes were searching hers as though looking for something. She wasn't sure what he wanted to find, but suspected that whatever it was, it probably wasn't there. Still, the night HAD been enjoyable. She smiled and ran her fingers over his lips.

He grinned and took her face into his hands. "Ever fucked on a pile of money?"

She laughed. "Not that I can recall."

"Excellent. A first time for you," he suggested. With a wave of his hand, the bed was suddenly covered with hundred dollar bills. Cyn began to giggle.

Scotty took them out to the country on his bike. There was a little lake about five miles outside Auckland with a lovely clearing nearby. He parked the bike. Minerva shivered behind him. He could feel her body pressed tight to his.

"You okay?" he asked.

She rested against his hard back. "Fine. That was some ride." Her clit was throbbing so hard she ached.

"Nothing to drink here, I'm afraid," he muttered. "Sorry."

"Nothing for me," she stated, "but there is something for you."

Scotty swallowed hard. "Minerva, can I ask you something?"

"You want to know why?"

He nodded.

Slowly she unwrapped herself from his body and got off the bike. She took off the helmet and shook out her hair. She looked at him as she explained, "The high when I'm fed on it's . . . addictive. "

"But how did you . . . I mean, we're not supposed to . . . "

"I met Michael in a pub. The first time was just fun for both of us. Now . . . well . . . it IS an addiction."

Scotty shook his head. "It doesn't seem right though. I mean, you're so pretty. Why do you have to . . ."

"Pay for it?" she retorted wryly. He nodded. "That's part of the kick. It's a power thing. Look, Scotty, you are big, strong, male and a killer." He reeled away from her at the word killer. "But if I buy you, you have to do exactly what I say. I have all the power. That's nearly as addictive as the bite."

He was still having trouble with the concept. "I wouldn't hurt you. I'm NOT a killer."

"Of course not," she breathed. "But . . . in truth . . . that IS part of your nature. Part of the kick. You're dangerous."

He shook his head. "I'm not. Honestly. I . . . "

She smiled. "Scotty," she insisted gently, "you may not think so, but for me, you ARE dangerous." Then she shrugged. "In any case, as long as we're here."

"Um . . . yeah . . . so . . ." he stuttered. He felt his face flush as her eyes raked his form finally coming to rest on the bulge in his trousers.

She laughed. "I guess I should tell you what I want, eh?"

He nodded. "Well, let's see . . ." she looked at him again and seemed to be considering her options. "Kiss me first," she ordered finally.

Scotty complied. He took her into his arms and bent his head. His lips brushed gently over hers and he felt her hands tangle in his hair. He kissed her lightly, tentatively, as if he wasn't sure just how to kiss. It wasn't shyness, he'd gotten over that thanks to Cyn, it was more because the whole thing was new and Scotty was ALWAYS tentative when it came to new things.

Minerva tangled her fingers in his thick hair and pressed against his hard body. His lips were incredibly soft, like velvet against hers; his hands held her lightly. She pressed her sex against his shaft, wanting him to stop being so gentle.

Scotty wasn't quite sure what to do, so he pulled her closer and increased the pressure of the kiss. His mouth hardened against the softness of hers and his lips parted, his tongue probing.

She opened her mouth willingly and then slid one of her hands down his back to pull his pelvis tight to hers. She rubbed urgently against him.

He groaned and pressed back, feeling his cock throb. He shoved his tongue into her mouth, scouring the inside of that warm wet cavity. One of his hands slid over her body and found a breast. He rubbed the mound and then tweaked the nipple.

She moaned and pulled her mouth from his. "On your knees," she ordered huskily.

"Bewdy," he responded happily. He released her and took a step back, then dropped down to kneel in front of her.

Rather than lift her shift, he slipped his head under it and looked up. Her curls were damp. He gripped her thighs and spread her legs inhaling the scent of her.

He breathed on her mound and watched the nether lips open as if to catch him. Then he did it again.

He felt her hands lift her dress. "I want to watch," she muttered.

He chuckled and set to with a will. He licked the outer folds of her sex and then kissed the inside of her thighs until she opened wider and pushed her sex at him. He rubbed and kissed his way around her opening, occasionally flicking his tongue inside to taste her sweetness. She was moaning and moving pushing her pelvis at him, her hands holding her dress up.

He rubbed his beard along her opening and then once again darted his tongue inside her. She pushed her mound against his face and pulled her shift over her head so she was naked.

Then she tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled his face against her now dripping sex.

He began to scour her depths with his tongue, tasting the flavor of her juices. He teased her clit and she moaned, then tried to fuck his face, moving in an erotic rhythm, her hands digging painfully into his head as she rocked against him.

He slid his tongue in and out continuing to tease her clit. She moaned and began to twitch her hips into him. He licked her clit and she began to come, but before her spasms subsided, he sucked it into his mouth and she shuddered hard, burying his face in her pubic hair.

He licked her again and then pulled back to breathe, her come dripping down his face and over his chin.

She was trembling, held upright by his arms, her chest was heaving, her nipples high and hard on her chest.

It was an incredibly erotic sight and Scotty wanted to get into her dripping sex desperately. His shaft throbbed painfully in his pants. He reached for his zipper.

"Not yet," she muttered.

"What?"

"I'm not ready yet," she repeated. "I'll tell you when."

"But I . . ."

"You have to do what I say, remember?" she insisted as she panted. "So you'll have to wait."

Scotty clenched his hands, tamping down his frustration. "What's next?" he asked finally through clenched teeth.

"Do it again, only slower," she murmured.

He sighed and began to slowly eat her once more. As her juices dripped into his mouth, the sounds of her moans, the scent of her, made his cock ache and throb. He felt lust begin to build along with a powerful anger. He teased her opening, then pulled back slightly to lick the inside of her thighs. The skin was white, almost luminous in the moonlight. He nipped her lightly, grazing her with his teeth, then almost of their own accord, his fangs came out.

He heard her suck in her breath and then she whispered, "Bite me."

"Bite you?" he echoed.

"Draw a little blood."

He gulped. "I'll lose control."

"Do it," she croaked hoarsely.

Scotty shook his head, but did as she asked. He grazed the pale skin with the sharp edge of a fang and made a small cut. The sight of the blood, the smell of it was almost too much. He groaned and began to lick at the cut, sucking in the sweet life giving elixir. Minerva moaned and then grabbed his head.

She pulled his mouth tight against her pelvis and humped at his face.

His fangs were still out and they grazed her clit. She screamed his name as she felt a sharp pain and then came all over him again.

It was too much for Scotty. He pulled away from her and then rose from the ground.

He pushed her back against the bike and began to roughly explore her naked body with his hands. One hand squeezed a breast and with his other, he was going for the zipper on his slacks.

She ran her nails over his shirt and then began tearing at it to see what was hidden under the fabric. "Stop for a second," she moaned.

"What now?" he snapped angrily.

"Take off your shirt."

He growled and ripped it off, baring his chest, his muscles rippling.

Her eyes widened at the sight of his pecs and abdomen. The shirt had hidden the beauty of that chest. "Christ, you're something, you are," she muttered in wonder.

He ignored her comment. The bloodlust and desire overwhelmed him. He began to unzip his slacks again.

She grabbed his hand. "Not yet!" she exclaimed.

"Christ, Minerva, you're driving me crazy," he shouted.

She pressed back against the bike and pulled him against her. She ran her nails down his back hard enough to feel the skin tear and to draw blood.

The scent made him lose control completely. He pinned her to the bike and held her down with one hand. With his other hand, he finished unzipping himself and freed his shaft.

Quickly he spread her legs and brutally thrust into her. She groaned and then pressed her groin to his.

He pounded her into the leather seat of the bike, holding her prisoner, as his cock slammed deeper into her.

She moaned and moved with him, her hands now clawing at his back raking trenches in his skin.

He howled. The friction of their bodies was intense, but he couldn't get to her neck. Reluctantly he pulled out. They were both panting and their chests were heaving.

He roughly grabbed her, turned her around and bent her forward over the bike.

She planted her arms on the seat, opened her legs and thrust her ass at him.

He howled again, pushed her legs open wider, inserted himself back in and then pulled her back against him. He gripped her waist and shoved into her until he was buried in her hot wetness.

Now he drove into her from behind, one arm around her waist, gripping her tightly, the other groping her breasts, occasionally rubbing a hard nipple. She pounded back against him, her tight ass pressed to his pubic hair and balls. She was making all kinds of crazy animal sounds, moans and howls that were igniting the vampire beast within him.

He growled as he pummeled her, losing himself in the wildness of it, the pseudo violence becoming real. He began to revel in the freedom of not holding back. In not having to worry about hurting a human. He could let go, growl, and bite, enjoy and revel in the feeding without worrying about a human finding out the truth. The freedom was almost more intoxicating than the sex.

He felt his balls tighten. He pulled her torso toward him, thrust hard and then bit down on her jugular.

Minerva's body twitched and shuddered as an orgasm shot through her. Her sex squeezed and contracted around Scotty's cock the second she felt his fangs in her neck. The world began to explode behind her eyes, it expanded as he began to feed on her and when he opened his mind and entered hers her body experienced another world.

She gasped from the bite, from the feel of his body, from his emotions. The act of being fed on had always been erotic, the intense hunger and need she felt from other vampires had been profound but never like this. It was like moving into his body, feeling what he felt, being him almost. She moaned his name and felt a kaleidoscope of emotions rush through her like a panorama of infinity.

Scotty shot his seed as he began to feed on Minerva's blood. He opened his mind and went into hers. What he saw there amazed him. She was a strong woman in her daily life, yet she saw herself as anything but. She wanted, needed this act to feel like a powerful person. The act of being needed so desperately, even as food, turned her on to intense proportions. When it came to men, she felt helpless so buying them gave her the control she sought. She also had a secret fantasy, of being, not exactly raped, but taken so roughly that it was violent. A fantasy she was embarrassed to admit to anyone. Scotty had given her exactly what she wanted and she was beyond grateful.

As her sex spasmed around his shaft, he felt her addiction, felt the pleasure he was giving her in a way he'd never quite experienced it before. She got off on the bite, on his need for her life's blood, on paying for sex. It took the pleasure he got from sex with his dinner to a whole new level. A new place that he liked very much. It freed the vampire nature he had now unleashed. Yes, he decided, he liked that very much. In fact, he thought, he could get used to this.

Reluctantly he pulled his fangs from her neck. He hadn't drunk much, but he could tell she was close to passing out from pleasure. He panted for air, almost feeling as if he could go again. He withdrew from her and saw his cock thought so too.

Minerva was panting, her chest heaving, her face flushed. He released her mind, then reached down and began to rub her clit. Within seconds, she came all over his hand. He grinned at her happily.

"That was incredible," Minerva mumbled when she could finally breathe again.

Scotty smiled full out, his dimples appeared and his eyes sparked with lust. "Want to have another go? I won't charge you for seconds."

To be continued!

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