Pleasure shoots through me almost making me come. With a wide-eyed look, I grind my hips into Victor’s, and tighten my muscles around him in a tight velvet grasp, before releasing him. Victor releases my breast to move onto its twin, suckling and piercing it, before continuing his delightful suckling.
With pleasure shooting through my breasts, I speed up the tempo our bodies are dancing to, until I feel a ripple shudder through me as the beginnings of another orgasm lifts its head inside me.
The magick inside me starts dancing, and I let it seep between us, making Victor gasp as heat enters his belly. As he lifts his head in shock and pleasure, I give him a sultry smile and grind myself into him again, before lifting off and thrusting down harder.
Victor twists, so I’m on my back with my legs still securely wrapped around his waist, and starts thrusting deep into me. I unwrap my legs and lift them onto his shoulders, making every thrust penetrate that much farther. My hands grasp his ass, and I dig my nails in forcing his hips back to mine, until our bodies speed up to our final climax. This time when we collapse and untangle our sweat-slicked bodies, I notice the pink tinged fluid of Victor’s ejaculation.
Seeing my look Victor explains, “A vampire’s body fluids, sweat, tears, and ejaculation, are always blood tinged as we are just blood and water. Though I’m sure you know already we can’t procreate, or carry disease, hence no need for condoms. Though, I normally do use them,” Victor admits going slightly red.
“Oh my God, are you blushing, Victor?” I laugh in shock. “Actually I didn’t know for sure, you’re the first vampire I’ve met, so anything I know about vampires is from books, and I have no idea how much of it is real. So dhampirs aren’t real?”
“No. Though I have heard rumors…I don’t see how they can be, as that would mean we can procreate, if extremely rarely.”
“As for protection, I use magical means,” I reply with a laugh, feeling puzzled at Victor’s uncertainty.
At Victor’s curious expression I release my magical condom. A cone-like wisp slides from my body bringing with it the last of Victor’s sperm.
“Obviously, this is something I would normally do in the bathroom,” I add with a grimace. With a wave of my hand, the mess disappears and clean sheets are left behind.
“Where did it go?” Victor stares blankly at the spot that a minute ago held a magical condom and sperm.
“In the toilet where it belongs.” I grin as I get up. “I’ll be back in a sec.” I hurry out of the bedroom and into the bathroom. Quickly I check to make sure the magical condom had arrived in my toilet, sometimes magick can go awry, and thankfully this is not one of those times. I tidy myself up and prepare for bed before returning to the bedroom. As I re-enter I let out a huge yawn almost making my jaw crack.
“Come here.” Victor’s voice holds a note of demand yet is soothing. He extends a hand to me.
Crossing to him, I take his offered hand and allow him to pull me onto the bed. I willingly curl into his embrace, the blankets tucked up around us.
“Go to sleep, Candi,” Victor whispers as he gives the top of my head a gentle but fleeting kiss. “It’s been a long and exhausting day, and we need our strength for what’s to come. Rest now, Candi, sleep well.”
Those gentle words are the last I hear before I fall into a deep exhausted sleep, safe in the warmth of Victor’s embrace.
****
The next morning I wake up still anchored to Victor’s side, which is nice, but weird. Nice because it has been a very long time since I had taken a lover. Okay, more than nice. I can get used to it, which I’m not sure is a good thing.
The weird part of it is, well, I’m technically in the embrace of a dead man. Granted a drop dead gorgeous dead man, but a dead man nonetheless. On such a strange and slightly creepy thought, I untangle myself gently so as not to disturb him, and leave my bedroom to go to the toilet and have a shower.
To my surprise, I feel sore, as if my muscles haven’t been used so completely in years. With a shake of my head and a secret smile on my lips, I catch a look of myself in the mirror, and pause to take a really good look. My skin glows a wonderful peaches and cream with a rose blush about it. My eyes sparkle like emeralds with a secret, and my mouth is plumped and rosy from Victor’s kisses. Looking further down my naked body, I realize all my skin is flushed, as if it has come alive during the night, especially around my erect nipples, which are still throbbing from the piercing of Victor’s fangs.
Surprise filters through my mind as I realize they haven’t healed, and drawing my magic toward the happy points of my breasts I heal them. Almost instantly, the rosy flush dissipates and my body turns back to its normal shade of peach. Quickly I go through my morning routine. Once washed and dried, I return to my bedroom to dress for my morning run.
I notice Victor is still sleeping and decide to leave him where he is. Grabbing my jacket and throwing it over my tank top I head downstairs, collect my keys, and leave heading toward the woods and my grandmother’s house.
It’d rained at some point during the hours we’d slept. The damp smell of the grass and smell of rot from leaves and animals are quite potent this morning. Underneath the smell is a trace of burnt hair and sulfur.
With a sinking feeling I investigate. As I duck under low-hanging branches and squeeze between fallen trees and rocks, I am thankful to find the corpse of a deer.
With the way my luck was going, I had been half expecting another murder by The Protectors. It’s still an unnatural death, but one caused by a supernatural creature, most likely a witch going by the smell. But the killing would have been for black magick purposes.
So not good. I groan in annoyance, as I rub my hands over my face in sudden exhaustion.
I fish my camera out of my pocket, and take photos of the surrounding area and the deer’s corpse. I return to the trail I’d left, and carry on to my grandmother’s, this time at a faster pace.
The sooner I can get to her house, the sooner I can find out if she knows anyone who uses black magick, the better, and maybe safer, we all will be. Black magick is not something to mess around with, and practitioners of the dark arts are not to be trifled with.
With my feet pounding along the uneven track, prickles of warning, shiver up my skin, letting me know the witch who’d killed the deer was still there. With a grunt of effort, I lean forward and run faster, my calves beginning to burn with the strenuous effort I’m putting them through. With a sob of relief, I spot the roof of my grandmother’s house. Pounding out of the woods, I peg it across the grass and hit the drive with a skid of my trainers.
Losing my footing, I go down hard smashing my knee into the gravel, and scraping the shit out of my hands. With a grimace of pain, I scramble awkwardly to my feet, and carry on at a limping run until my injuries have healed completely. Once again I speed up, and at last hit the porch steps of my grandmother’s house.
Grandma Eve, with Jasmine at her side in dog form, opens the door before I can knock. I fling myself through the door, pushing both of them inside before slamming it behind me as I lean panting against it. I slide down it to land in a heap, trying to catch my breath. Grandma Eve disappears only to come back a moment later with a glass of cold water in her hands, which she promptly passes to me. Taking the glass from her, I take a grateful gulp, and then climb unsteadily to my feet.
“Thank you, Grandma,” I say, with a wave of the glass in my hand, almost spilling it.
“What’s happened?”
“Someone killed a deer in the woods.” My voice comes out in a breathless wheeze, so I take another fortifying sip.