The Nightlife: Las Vegas (The Nightlife Series) (7 page)

* * * *

Just before joining her lovers in sleep, Ana tried her best
to suppress a twinge of shame that crept into her bliss.  She hoped to hide her
dirty secret from them.  She had loved the painful sex.  Through her past
abuses she had grown to desire the violence.  It was her personal demon
following her everywhere she went, no matter who she dated.  She found it
difficult to have any kind of normal loving connection with a man when what she
desired most was to be brutalized.  It shamed her to feel so completely sated
and comfortable with violent sex.  It would be tricky to hide, since Aaron
could literally read her mind.  She feared their condemnation for her sick
disgusting desires.

So far, every lover who learned the truth had rejected her
as a freak, calling her names.  They treated her like trash for her masochistic
cravings.  She hoped and prayed that they wouldn’t do that.  She wouldn’t
survive their rejection.  She literally couldn’t live without them.

* * * *

Chapter 7

Sometime in the afternoon,
Anastasia awoke and called for room service.  Her stomach rumbled with vacancy
and
her throat was dry as the desert air outside.  She drank down the
last of the champagne like waters from an oasis.  That did virtually nothing to
sate her thirst so she drained a bottle of water and felt slightly better.  The
events of last night left her taxed, burnt out, still thirsty.  She feasted on
a meal of eggs, fruit, juice, and another bottle of water on top of two cups of
coffee.

Having taken care of her immediate needs, she showered and
sat down in front of the TV to wait for Aaron and Michelle to wake up. 
Retrieving her cell phone from the pile of clothes on the floor, she noticed
Trina had sent several text messages overnight.

Tri: 
Where the Fuck R U? 
3:45 a.m.

Tri:  What
R U doin? 
4:50 a.m.

Tri:  When
RU coming home? 
11:30 a.m.

She texted her back.

Ana:  Spent
the night w/friends.  Call U later.

She didn’t know how to
explain what had happened, so she put it off like so many other issues in her
life.  She slinked back into the bedroom to check on her lovers.  Still sound
asleep.

“Aaron, Michelle, are you
awake yet?”  They didn’t respond, didn’t move, didn’t even snore.

One sure-fire way she knew to
wake a man.  She climbed into bed next to him, reaching down in the sheets to feel
between his legs.  He felt so cool, cold to the touch.  She rubbed and stroked
his cool skin, feeling the contours of his cock.  Nothing.  He didn’t murmur,
didn’t move, didn’t make a sound.  It was super creepy, almost like he was
dead.

Lying next to him she began to
feel anxious.  She needed them to wake-up.  She needed their attention, their
affections, their
bite
.  She trembled, a knot of fear forming in her
belly.  She broke into a cold sweat, and her hands began to shake visibly.  Her
muscles ached with restless tension.  She stood up and paced back and forth
across the room, her anxiety increasing with every minute.  She felt feverish,
and her stomach turned in nausea. 

She tried again to wake them,
shaking both Aaron and Michelle, yelling in their faces.  “Wake up damn it! 
Wake up!  I need you!”  She slapped Aaron, but he didn’t react at all.  They
felt cool to the touch, and yet she was burning up, sweating with fever.

She lay down on the bed
between them, hoping their proximity might have a calming effect.  She ached to
feel their teeth penetrating her skin, their venom coursing through her body
with all that wondrous euphoria.   She could smell them both and she needed so
badly to be touched, loved,
bitten
.  Being next to them made it worse.

She jumped up out of bed and
ran to the wet bar.  She broke open another bottle of champagne from the melted
bucket of ice and downed half of it with a loud belch.  She pulled out the
little bottles of single shot liquor from the mini-fridge and tore the cap off
to guzzle down the Stolichnaya red label vodka.  Grimacing from the burn, she
grabbed the orange juice from the breakfast cart using it as chaser to down
four more shots of vodka back to back.

“That’s better, a lot
better.” 
I’m such a happy drunk
.  Sitting on the bar stool with empty
bottles littering the counter, she felt better.

A solid alcoholic buzz
dampened her anxiety to a tolerable level.  When she stood up from the bar it
hit her hard.  She staggered and swayed with a giddy smile. 
Three sheets to
the wind
, that’s what Momma used to say back in Reno.  The alcohol did its
job well, numbing her body, relaxing the anxiety.  She ate the strawberries
from the night before and sashayed back to bed to cuddle between her seemingly
dead lovers.

She had no illusions about
what was happening.  She had spent many a night partying hard enough to know
what withdrawals felt like the morning after.  They had her good, already
addicted to their venom.

* * * *

He awoke to a very drunk and
happy Anastasia rubbing up his body, kissing him intimately all over his inner
thighs.  A wonderful way to start the evening.  Ana noticed his attention fixed
on her and gave him a huge beaming grin.  She then proceeded to go down on him,
taking him full into her mouth.

Her tongue slid up and down
his whole length, the girl could deep throat.  She went all the way down,
kissing his balls.  And then she started using her hands on the up-stroke.

“Promise you’ll wake me like
this every night.”  She looked up with cock-filled smile, and did it again,
going all the way down.

The girl could swallow
swords.  And she enjoyed it almost as much as he did.  She answered him with
her hands cupping his balls, sucking hard enough to turn him inside out.

Her mouth filled with him,
her thoughts were an intense mess. 
“Oh god I need him, I need him sooo
bad.  Oh God!”
 She had redirected her restless anxiety into a skilled blow
job, working him with furious intensity.

“I love you Ana, come to me.”

She saw the love and sympathy
written on his face.  She shifted up onto her knees to straddle him, impaling
herself all the way.  She ground down hard, back and forth, catching maximum
pressure and penetration as she cried out “Bite me now!”

He snapped up off the bed to
embrace her while he sunk his fangs deep in her neck.  She jolted with the
shock of his quick strike move, gasping in surprise.  It hurt, slightly, but
she’d come to learn this kind of hurt led to heavenly bliss.

“That’s what I needed.  Thank
you, thank you, thank you.  I love you so much, oh my god I love you Aaron. 
Harder!  Harder!”

She ground her hips down onto
him hard.  The venom shot through her, singing a symphony of heavenly euphoria,
filling her to the tips of her toes with happiness.  She moaned and bucked,
grinding down harder.  He pulled her down tight gripping her hips.  He sensed
her dark desire to be fucked even harder, till it hurt, a lot.

Naturally, he gave her what
she wanted.  He pushed in, penetrating to her limit, slamming against the inner
wall of her womb.  She screamed in orgasm, pain, pleasure and ecstasy all
blended together in a mix that she absolutely couldn’t live without.  Everything
she’d ever wanted and then some.

He came to his senses,
realizing what he was doing to her.  Mustering every ounce of control he could
summon, he rolled her over on her back and released his bite. 

He growled in frustration. 
“Shit!”  Ana writhed and convulsed, her eyes squeezed shut from the intensity
of her experience.

He couldn’t possibly stop,
too hot and ready.  He redirected it to the only one who could take everything
he dished out.  He tackled Michelle and impaled her hard and fast.  He
assaulted her, slamming into her pelvis with bone crushing force. 

Unlike Ana, Michelle could
handle all his passion, all his animalistic power.  She was capable of sexual
marathons and rigors no human could withstand.  But it might have been polite
to wait until she was fully awake before he started ravaging her body.

Lucky for him they were tied
so tight psychically. She understood.  She accepted his punishing passions
openly, wrapping her legs around him and digging her claws into his back. 

“Oh Michelle, I’m so sorry,
but I need you!”  He pummeled her maniacally.

“Not … comp … complaining …” 
She could barely speak as he hammered her.

She bravely rode his wave of
carnality.  He pounded her stupid, hitting her with slamming thrusts that would
cripple or maim another woman.  She took it growling and grunting, a series of
sounds that weren’t quite human in tone.  They chomped down on each other’s
necks simultaneously as they climaxed with savage cries.

* * * *

Anastasia gawked at them in
morbid fascination.  It was the most amazing thing she’d ever witnessed, a
wonder to behold.  It scared her to know she could arouse such intensity within
Aaron.  He’d been holding all that at bay while she foolishly tried to ride
him.  Obviously, he had good control.  If he fucked her as hard as he slammed
Michelle, she’d be crippled by now.  Watching them inspired a queer mix of
love, fear, awe and worship. 
Wouldn’t be a horrible way to go.  If I’m
gonna die, why not in the throes of passion?  Better than rotting of old age
while a twenty-something nurse wipes my ass.

She watched as Aaron
collapsed atop Michelle, a couple last thrusts for good measure.  They both
disengaged their bites at the exact same time.  They lay there heaving and
panting, exhausted.  The bleeding gashes across Aaron’s back from Michelle’s
wicked claws began to heal right before her eyes.  In a matter of minutes the
claw marks faded to tiny scabs.  Ana ran her hands over his back, flaking away
the loose flecks of blood and skin.  Fresh pink skin showed underneath.  It was
nothing short of a miracle.

She freaked, “Oh my god … is
this for real?  Am I dreaming?  Tell me this isn’t a dream!”

“Come here girl.”  He snagged
her arm and pulled her down into the tangle of loving limbs.  They flowed all
over her, soft caresses across her back, warm hands on her breasts.

“It’s real Ana.  It’s Okay,
everything’s gonna be okay.”  Aaron tried to calm her.

Michelle wrapped her arms and
legs around her.  Soft beautiful white limbs curled around Ana intimately. 
Michelle brushed her lips across her ear whispering while her hands roamed down
between Ana’s legs, loving intimate brush strokes.  “
Je t’aime mon petit
.”

She calmed instantly with
their loving attention. 
It’s real
.  It was all real and it was the best
thing that had ever happened to her.  All her prayers were answered.  She had
found her place in life.

* * * *

They embraced their pet while
Aaron communicated silently with his master.

“
She’s so wonderful,
I’m afraid of hurting her.  What do I do?”

“
We must be careful,
more caution.  Do not cater to her self-destructive desires. 

S'aventurer sur un terrain glissant
.  
You venture onto dangerous ground.  Remember last
night?  How easy you made her bleed?  You must stay in control.  She’s too delicate.”

He combed his fingers through
Ana’s beautiful satin black hair as he looked to Michelle with the silent
plea. 
“
How can we help her?”

“
She must eat and drink
constantly.  We can hire a doctor, but nothing will change the risks of this
life.”

“
I’m so sorry, but I
can’t let her go.  I want to, but she’s mine.  She needs us, and I need her.”

“
Elle est notre trésor
, we must value our treasure.  Take heart, you did not
hurt her seriously.”

“
Thank you so much. 
Can you forgive me?  You know I love you?

“
Oui, Je t’ aime
Aaron.
”

With a warm smile in his
direction, Michelle focused on Ana’s immediate needs.  “Have you eaten?  You
must take in many fluids, juices and water.  Is very important to stay strong
and healthy. 
Comme
il fait
––
As it must be.
”

Ana nodded and told them of
her late lunch feast.  She mentioned the withdrawals, “It was horrible!  I
thought I was dying.  My whole body ached!  I was sweating with the shakes, a
total mess!  I had to drink up all the vodka just to calm down!”

He stroked and soothed her. 
He looked to Michelle with the unspoken plea,
“
What can you do to help
her?”

He caught a long-forgotten
memory of Michelle’s.  She knew of a way.  This wasn’t the first time she had
dealt with bloodslaves.  But it had been many years past, and she hoped to
never go through it again.  In her solitary life before meeting Aaron, she
refused to bring the food home with her.