Raven Walks (13 page)

Their tongues danced over the angry purple
heads, mouths descended over rock hard shafts, and in the same
motion and rhythm they sucked and stroked each hard cock. Whether
they were watching it be done to the other or themselves, both
Raven and Damien were lost in their passion. Each woman - one
human, one vampire, one tall, one short, one darker haired, one
fairer – was like one being blowing them both simultaneously.

“Fuck me,” they both demanded in unison, in
the same hoarse grunt.

The women needed little urging. They climbed
back up the bodies of their lovers and straddled them. Raven
watched Abi while Damien watched Lillith as each woman was
penetrated and cried out together.

They rocked together and Lillith reached over
to stimulate Abi’s nipples as they fucked their men. Abi’s head
leaned back and she groaned deep in her throat, her hand tangled in
Lillith’s hair. Damien responded by thrusting up deeper inside of
her. Raven watched, aching to be inside of her, feeling that pussy
against his hard cock, spreading her wide and fucking her deep.

Lillith responded by leaning over and
grabbing Abi’s full breast into her mouth. Raven watched as her
fangs scraped against the creamy white skin. He knew she would bite
into her soon. So he grabbed Lillith by the hips and flipped her
around on her knees.

Abi’s glazed eyes met Raven’s as she rode
Damien’s hard cock. Raven grabbed her hair and pulled her close for
a scorching kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth while his cock
pummeled Lillith’s tight pussy. Her scream was lost in his throat
as she began to spasm all around Damien’s stiff dick, her orgasm
more intense than she’d ever experienced.

His fangs grew as well as Damien’s. Both
vampires wanted to drink from her at that moment. Raven pulled away
and allowed her to scream with each subsequent wave of pleasure,
and that was when he saw Damien reach up, fangs bared.

“Drink from me,” he instructed Damien,
pulling him by his long hair away from the smooth clean neck of his
human.

Damien didn’t argue. He sunk his fangs into
the hard neck of Raven and sucked loudly right in front of
Abigail’s glazed eyes.

That sent Damien off and he fucked Abi harder
and harder to his own climax.

Under Raven, Lillith was teetering on her own
massive orgasm. Raven pulled her up by the waist just as Abi fell
away from Damien.

Abi watched as Damien positioned himself in
front of Lillith and bared his neck for her obediently. Lillith
sank into him with a hiss. The female vampire shuddered hard as she
came around Raven and drank from Damien, sandwiched between the two
sexy, ravenous vampires.

Damien’s hands cupped her breasts as he
ground his semi-erect cock against her stomach. Abi watched as
Raven slid from her soaking wet pussy and glide easily into her
ass. Lillith cried out, at first in the shock of pain but then in
pleasure as Raven rocked inside of her. Damien positioned himself
at the entrance of her pussy, and then right in rhythm he eased
himself inside of her.

Lillith couldn’t help but cry out as she was
filled to the brim with two hard cocks. She glanced at Abi and
wanted so badly to taste her virgin skin, but she couldn’t move an
inch. Instead she just reveled in the feeling of being totally
penetrated.

Abi realized that Raven was watching her as
he fucked Lillith. Her hand disappeared between her legs as she
watched him slide easily in and out of the girl on his cock, but
his eyes – his gaze – was fucking her instead.

Her fingers slipped inside of her hungry cunt
as she watched the lucky vampire being fucked by two rock hard
cocks at the same time. She could feel them inside of her too, all
of them. She watched his fangs drip over on his cheeks, and her
neck throbbed where she anticipated one day he would sink them.

Instead, he bit into Lillith, who jumped with
a cry before she lost herself in another explosive climax. That was
all it took before Abi herself was rocketing into another intense
orgasm.

All three sated vampires collapsed on the bed
next to her, surrounding her, their breath, their hands, their
bodies warming her.

Her last conscious thought was that it was
too dangerous to be turned on by their hedonistic ways... but it
didn’t seem as though she had any say in the matter anymore.

When she awoke sometime later in her own bed,
unsure if it had been real or a dream, it unnerved her to think
that she had wanted it to be real.

Though she had no bite marks, something in
her had definitely turned. She needed something more than what she
had, she knew that now. And she would never stop until she was
fulfilled.

“I don’t want you to go,” he said.

She peered at his reflection in the bathroom
mirror as she brushed her teeth. She spit, wiped her mouth and
said, “It’s a little late for you to protect me, don’t you
think?”

He sighed as he watched her dress. “What can
I say?” he quipped in an unmistakable, sexy southern drawl. “I
thought I’d try being your white knight for a while.”

She chuckled as she went over to where he
stood, shirtless and beautiful. She ran her hands along his
chiseled, tanned chest and lost herself in his bright blue eyes,
slightly obscured by strands of his dark blond hair. “You always
have been,” she assured him before she traced his four day old
stubble with one finger. “And I’ve always loved you for it.”

He kissed her then, tasting the mint on her
full lips. He curved an arm around her waist and pulled her close,
as close as he could get. He loved the feel of her soft curves
against his rock hard body.

There was a sexy glint in his eye as he
pulled her back toward the bed, his hand slipping up her black
t-shirt and easily releasing her bra. His mouth curved into that
insufferable grin she’d found unable to resist years ago.

“Distracting me won’t stop me from going,”
she advised, but she didn’t protest as they fell together on the
bed. She straddled him as he tore her shirt from her body. Her
heavy breasts swayed in front of his hungry mouth.

She gasped as his mouth found its target, and
he rolled her over on her back. Strong male fingers undid the
button on her jeans and eased the zipper down. She groaned as her
hand grasped a handful of his long hair.

The stubble of his beard tickled the soft
ivory skin of her chest and stomach, but she did not giggle as she
pulled him up for a scorching kiss. His mouth plundered hers,
taking all the passion she had to give. Her nails carved into the
taunt muscles of his back as her legs wrapped around his waist.
Through his jeans, she felt how hard he had become. She ached for
him.

She pushed him back over on his back and her
hands slid across the smooth terrain of his stomach. His hand was
in her hair as he watched her caress his erection over the cool
denim of his jeans. She placed loving little kisses along his chest
and over his stomach as her hand reached into his pants to cup that
which she burned to touch, to taste, to feel.

His head tipped back when she eased his pants
over his hips and released his rock hard shaft. The cool air was
replaced by her hot breath as her red and black hair spilled over
his thighs.

He watched her full lips cover the head of
his dick as she swallowed him in a slow, sweet motion. She took her
time... she savored him. Her tongue danced along the silky smooth
head of his cock and he thought he might just spontaneously combust
if he didn’t fuck her soon.

So he pushed her by the shoulders on her back
as he fiercely ripped her jeans down, which caused her to gasp. But
she was right there with him and kicked her pants free, then opened
up for him.

He crawled between her legs, feeling her warm
body surround him as he slipped inside her. She was tight, wet and
warm and he groaned as he buried himself as deep as he could. He
wanted to disappear into everything she was.

Their eyes locked as he thrust in and out of
her; their intimacy was one of body and soul. Her hand was in his
hair as it fell over his shoulders. She watched his face contort
with his desire for her and she cried out for him.

They were lost in their own world, whispers
and moans. He loved to watch her eyes widen with each thrust, as he
filled her in ways she couldn’t even articulate. It was as if he
was made for her and she for him. They fit each other
perfectly.

She rolled him on his back and straddled him
and clutched him deeper inside of her. His hands went to her full
hips as he guided her up and down on his cock. She writhed against
him, her movements fluid and languid like a cat. His hands slid up
her bare back and around to her supple breasts and the smooth curve
of her stomach. He loved everything about her.

He sat up and kissed her, his hands in her
hair. She groaned as he flipped her back on her back, his movements
more urgent – his need tangible.

She cried out as he fucked her harder and
faster like she begged. She felt herself lose control and she
screamed with each wave of indescribable pleasure. That was all it
took for him to fall over the edge himself. He too cried out as he
thrust himself deep inside of her and spent all his passion in an
intense orgasm that took his very breath away.

He collapsed on top of her and gasped for
breath, his forehead against hers, his hands cupping her face.

When he was able, his eyes met hers.

“I don’t want you to go,” he repeated.

“I know,” she whispered, fighting the tear
that threatened to escape.

But she slipped out from underneath him and
went anyway.

***

Sebastian moved like a zombie through the
darkened halls and secret rooms that lay beyond his club. He could
still feel her, he thought – though his mind was numb with pain.
Every time he closed his eyes he saw her face.

He swayed with the enormity of his grief and
steadied himself against the hallway wall. Who had done such a
horrible thing, he wondered again.

When he heard the sobbing, he could have
sworn it was his own. His dazed amber eyes peered into the dark
recesses of the hallway. He heard it again; it was muffled but it
was definitely another person sobbing in one of the rooms.

It was a woman.

Sebastian ran over and threw open the door.
Was it possible? Could it be?

There, amidst dark blue velvet and black
lace, was a tiny girl with black hair, smudged dark eyeliner and
pale blue eyes.

His brow knit with confusion. “Who are
you?”

“Pixie,” she managed in between hiccuping
sobs. Her fearful eyes were wide under tangled wisps of hair. “Who
are you?”

“My name is Sebastian,” he said. His
shoulders drooped with his disappointment but he couldn’t bring
himself to leave this frightened girl all alone. He stepped inside
the door but kept a safe distance between them, to prevent scaring
her anymore. “How did you get here?”

She shook her head before wincing in pain.
Her hand slipped up to her neck, which bore two hungry puncture
marks. She gasped and then reached for the other side of her neck,
only to find identical marks. “Oh my God,” she whispered.

Sebastian approached her slowly. “Do you
remember what happened?” he asked. It was a moot question. He could
feel her apprehension tangle with her dismay. She didn’t move away
as he sat next to her on the bed. He reached out a large, gentle
hand to capture her tear when she nodded.

She didn’t know why his touch was familiar.
When he opened his arms to her, she didn’t resist. She climbed into
his lap like a child, even though she’d lived to see her second
decade. His presence enveloped her and for some inexplicable reason
she felt safe. She felt loved.

He rocked her as she tried to wrap her mind
around her new existence. “What do I do now?” she whispered, and
somehow knew this ebony god would be able to answer her
question.

“You feed,” he replied in a low voice, his
hand in her hair.

Her eyes swallowed her face whole as she
stared up at him. “How?”

“Do what feels natural to you,” he
suggested.

She nodded as she stared at his full,
seductive mouth. She bent forward and kissed him tentatively,
slight open-mouthed kisses that felt like butterfly wings against
his lips. He groaned into her mouth, which made her braver. Her
tongue traced the fullness of his lips before it slipped inside to
explore the recesses of his mouth.

His hands went to her narrow waist as she
straddled him. She felt him hard beneath her and suddenly she
hungered for him in a way she’d never before experienced. Her arms
wrapped around his neck as she arched against him and kissed him
harder.

His large hands spread against her small back
as he pressed her into him. He felt her spirit rise and her aura
explode all around him. There would be no fangs with this one, he
realized. She was a psychic vampire – like him.

She was the being his power with Sonja had
created.

And he loved her. Instantly, he loved
her.

He laid her back on the bed gently, his hand
touching her face, his whispers lost in her mouth. Their energies
fused together in an electric kaleidoscope of color. Her tiny hands
pushed away his clothing as he gently disrobed her. Without ever
breaking their kiss, they were naked against each other, the yin to
the other’s yang. He was dark, she was light. He was large, she was
petite. He was older, wizened and seasoned, she was born anew.
There were different, but the same.

When she felt his thick cock against her leg,
she whimpered into his mouth. She needed him to fill her, to
complete her. The hunger that had awakened her was stronger than
she’d ever experienced. Every need was exaggerated, all her senses
were heightened. But he knew she needed more preparation. His hand
slipped between their bodies to seek out her engorged clitoris. She
gasped as he found it, his fingers feather light as they moved
rapidly against her. She bucked against his hand and opened her
legs to scissor cut around his waist. He fondled her to her first
orgasm before he even thought about fitting himself inside of her,
simply because he was so hard he thought he might tear her in
two.