“May I?” Arthur asked, his fingers brushing with the button to Shamira’s pants.
“I hope so, otherwise this is going to be really tricky,” Shamira joked, noticing him blush. “You two have done this before right?”
Arthur blushed ever worse. “Sort of but . . . but someone like you was usually out of our league.”
That stung Shamira more than she let on. How many times had she thought that? According to Clara, it had only been a matter of confidence and persistence, but seeing other people who’d felt the same way she had just irked her sense of honor. Her hand stroked him gently in his pants while he unbuttoned hers, feeling the zipper slip down until it formed a “V” ending just above her sex. She’d gone without underwear for the occasion, something that Arthur seemed to appreciate.
Shamira removed her hand and scooted back. “Kira, would you mind?” she asked pointing towards the top of her pants. Kira dutifully knelt and pulled them, pressing her face against Shamira’s muscular ass. The vampire kicked her pants away. “I seem to be the only nude one here,” she said. She grinned. “Is that how it’s supposed to work? Kira, help Arthur with his –” She looked at his cock straining against his pants. “– problem.”
Kira smiled. This she was used to. She walked over and kissed her husband, and it made Shamira smile wider. She loved her husband. Shamira was glad to be included in their bond, even for a short while. While Kira was helping Arthur out of his shirt and pulling his pants down, the vampire unzipped her dress from behind and slid it down when she stood back up. Then she kissed Kira’s neck while staring at Arthur, watching his eyes light up as the creature of the night touched his wife. Shamira’s hands reached around and touched the woman’s small breasts, then sent them down Kira’s abdomen to touch the neatly trimmed patch of hair above her sex.
“This is going to sound weird –” Arthur started to say, the stopped when Shamira giggled.
“Sound weird? You and your wife are about to have a threesome with a vampire before she bites you both in the neck.”
Arthur covered his face and his grin with his hands. “Okay. Good point. Anyway . . . could I just touch you? I mean, I haven’t seen anyone with a body like yours outside of a comic book.”
“Touch away,” she said. She lay down on the couch, propped up on one elbow. She was a palm frond and some peeled grapes away from feeling like royalty. Regardless, her two “subjects” knelt and started to run their hands over their muscles, following every line and crossing every plane. Their words, eyes and fingers told Shamira something they appreciated her body. They appreciated what she had done to get it. And for a little while, they got to be close to it.
Arthur sought out Shamira’s breasts, kissing her nipples and sucking on the nubs. Kira was attending parts of her that Shamira wouldn’t have thought of, such as her muscular thighs, her calves, the backs of her knees . . . “Oh, that’s nice,” she said. She glance over and saw that Clara was peeking in on her and smiling, taking mental notes of what these people were doing that she could use later. Clara had once told her that the secret to eternal youth and not growing bored is to keep trying to learn.
Once, when Arthur stood up, Shamira grabbed his eight-inch shaft and held on to it. “My turn,” she said, drawing him closer and wrapping her lips around the head. Once that boundary had been broken, the vampire felt Kira pushing her legs apart, letting her nimble little tongue move into Shamira’s pussy. Kira didn’t have Clara’s skill or experience, but there was something about her that was so eager to make Shamira happy that it made up for a lot.
Shamira took Arthur’s member all the way down her throat, holding it there for several seconds before releasing. She sucked on it several more times before letting it pop out of her mouth. Arthur seemed really excited and since she doubted he’d be able to get it up again if he came, she wanted to save that for the finale. So she kissed it and sucked gently, not in any hurry to do the deed. Besides, Kira seemed to be having a lot of fun doing what she was doing.
“You, here,” she told Kira, patting the end of the couch. The human woman reluctantly obeyed and sat down, and then Shamira had Arthur sit next to his wife. She took turns orally performing, her head dipping between Kira’s legs for a little honey, then moving back over for something a little harder.
“You shouldn’t be . . . we should be pleasuring you,” Kira gasped as Shamira’s tongue lashed her clit mercilessly.
“You are,” Shamira said, licking her again, while stroking Arthur with her hand. “You’re sharing each other with me.”
“But –”
“Climb on board,” she said, looking at her husband. “Looking at him.”
Kira didn’t need much encouragement, and she swung around, her hips poised above Arthur as Shamira moved his cock into place. Kira sank down, staring lovingly at the man who shared her life. She bounced several times on his impressive cock before she felt her hair being pushed away from her neck.
“Keep going,” Shamira whispered, reaching around and putting her fingertips on Kira’s clitoral hood. She rubbed gently as her lips lowered to the side of Kira’s neck, kissing . . . kissing —
“Please,” Kira whimpered. “Do it!”
Shamira smiled, met Arthur’s eyes, then sunk her fangs into his wife’s neck.
“Oh Goddess!” Kira cried as the pleasure overtook her. Her body felt so warm, caught between her love and the icon of vampirism who was taking her. She felt incredible passion and she felt . . . safe. She had a disease that might likely kill her and the man she’d married, but for the moment she was untouchable.
Shamira’s hand on her mound was like like a nimble feather, exciting her skin. She felt so complete that at that moment, she wanted for nothing else. Then she came, her lips seeking out Arthur’s as her pussy gripped his manhood As Shamira took multiple draws of blood, Kira experienced multiple orgasms.
“So, it was good?” Arthur asked, a goofy smile on her face.
“It . . . was . . . amazing,” she gasped, collapsing against him. She looked over her shoulder, and her eyes showed gratitude and fondness. She leaned back and kissed Shamira, tasting a faint amount of her own blood on the vampire’s lips.
“It’s healing already,” Arthur said in amazement.
“And I’m still . . . hungry,” Shamira purred. Kira pulled herself off of her husband’s rigid rod and watched with relish as Shamira mounted it, keeping her descent slow so that they could both feel every inch penetrate her. His hands grabbed her ass as she started to bounce, and Kira leaned in so that she could suck on Shamira’s breasts. ‘They work well as a couple,’ Shamira thought. She pulled Kira against her back, as if the human woman was riding her.
“Are you ready?” Shamira asked the man beneath her.
“All my life.”
She lunged for his neck, sinking fangs in and drinking deeply. He was so hard inside her, but was no longer capable of moment. She clenched her vaginal muscles, milking him for a moment and then letting the euphoria of the bite bring her to orgasm in sink with him.
Arthur felt the same warmth and safety and passion that his wife had experienced. His seed and his blood both left him, both finding a home in this magnificent woman. He knew she wouldn’t take much, certainly not more than she needed. Goddess, he wondered what it felt like to be —
“Did you . . . want to try?” she murmured, pulling her mouth away when she felt sated.
“How did you know?” he murmured, his eyes wide with wonder.
“I . . . don’t know,” she said. “Did you?”
“Yesssssssss.”
Shamira reached up to her shoulder and slid a nail along it for an inch or so, digging in and drawing a little blood of her own. “Quickly, before it heals.”
Arthur was fulfilling all his fantasies that night: making love to a real vampire with his wife, becoming part of their world . . . he was happier than he’d been in a long time. He leaned in and touched his mouth to the wound sucking on it for just a moment. He looked at his wife, who eagerly followed his lead, tasting the life-force of their mistress before the wound healed over.
Shamira stayed on top of Arthur for a moment, kissing him and then kissing Kira again. Then she pulled their heads together so they could kiss each other, and slowly she disembarked.
“Next time, we can take more time,” Shamira said, then grinned through her embarrassment. “I was a little anxious.”
Her human cohorts laughed, considering they’d both been nervous wrecks since Clara had called them.
“How often will you need us?” Arthur asked.
“She’ll probably need to come by once a week, give or take a few days,” Clara said from the door.
“What?” Shamira asked with mock indignation. “Were you watching?”
Clara smiled, sauntered over and kissed Shamira long and soft, showing the humans how it was done. “Like you really object to being watched,” she murmured happily.
Shamira smiled back, then looked to Arthur and Kira. “So, was it what you thought it would be?”
The both laughed. “Honestly,” Arthur started, “I was expecting more . . . formal? Yeah, formal. Darker, more mysterious . . . this was better.”
Kira actually giggled. “A lot better.”
“Are you sure? I could try the whole Elvira Mistress of the Dark thing next time.”
Arthur’s eyes lit up, and his wife punched him in the arm. “ONE of us might like that,” she scolded.
Shamira gave them her private cell phone number and made them promise to call if they had any questions, reservations, or even if they just wanted to talk. She wanted them to be friends, not just business associates, and they seemed happy with that notion. They talked comics and gaming, and Arthur and Shamira exchanged gamer tags for the Xbox. Clara sat at Shamira’s side, pointing out rules of contact and helping achieve realistic expectations for the donor-vamp relationship. Finally, the humans escorted their vamp visitors to the door, looking eagerly forward to the next week’s feeding.
“You did really well,” Clara said once they were safely in the car. “You’re good with people, you know that?”
“I guess. I just hoped they weren’t expected something more grand.”
“A gorgeous vamp shows up, treats them like they mean something, shows a willingness to please as well as be pleasured . . . trust me, they got everything they wanted in you.” Clara started licking and nibbling her lover’s neck. “You seem to have that effect on people.”
“God you’re good,” Shamira gasped. “Need . . . get home . . . report to –”
“Your session with your donors is over and it’s not your day off,” Clara interrupted. “How should you be addressing me?”
“I’m sorry . . . Mistress Clara,” Shamira said, slipping easily into the role of sex toy. It was always easier with Clara.
“But you’re right, of course. Start the car, and Shamira?”
“Yes Mistress?”
Clara shoved her hand down her pet’s pants and started to finger her. “Try not to wreck.”