Vampire Food 08: He Smelled Like Peach Pie (18 page)

He had been rather grumpy during the remainder of their run. Shanagar rolled his eyes. “I have no idea what to say. Ever since we spoke with Salt, I’ve had a strange feeling that our relationship is coming to an end. I don’t know why, and I don’t know why it bothers me so much.”

“Do you have premonitions like Mia?”

He had always had feelings about events before they actually happened. It had been a great aid while he was king. On many occasions his feelings had warned him about things that might happen and he had changed his course of action. He had even gone as far as calling off his daughter’s wedding. The child had been furious with him, but it was later discovered that the young man was entertaining a variety of women behind his daughter’s back. When it was then discovered that the young man had an ill dick with lesions, his daughter had been a grateful girl indeed. She had later gone on to marry a warrior who proved himself victorious in many a battle.

Of course this was quite different. He had known that Em was not a woman to fall in love with, but it had happened anyway. Now he had a feeling of impending doom that had started after their conversation with Salt. He wasn’t sure if it was the trip that was dangerous, or maybe it was that the trip that was going to end what they currently had.

The softness of her hand stroking his cheek caused him to bring his attention back to her.

Em smiled, the expression so sweetly intoxicating. “Well, do you?”

“Do I what?”

“Do you have premonitions?”

Shanagar had to laugh at himself. He had been so lost in thought, he had forgotten the question. “Sorry. I was just thinking. I suppose that I have had premonitions from time to time. Does that bother you?”

“Not at all. So my next question has to be, why do you think our relationship is ending?”

“I’m not exactly sure. I just have a bad feeling that once we leave here things will never be the same. I find that extremely disturbing.”

“Why is that so disturbing to you?”

Shanagar wasn’t sure if he should tell her. Did she really want to know how he felt or would his feelings be put aside regardless of what he said? “I rather have a question for you. Have you established any feelings for me since I’ve been here, or is this just sexual attraction?”

Em seemed to consider his question carefully. She walked across the room and sat on the edge of the bed patting the mattress beside her.

He strolled over and sat down as she flipped one leg up onto the bed sitting sideways to face him. “You have caught me at kind of a loss here, Shanagar. This began as sexual attraction, but I think it’s more than that now. There are so many things that I like and admire about you, from your eyes, to the elegant way you speak, to the intelligence you challenge me with. I have yet to establish if what I feel is love. That is not an emotion I speak of unless I know it’s the truth. So please tell me why you’re asking?”

“I have not felt loving in many years, even before Vidar locked me up, I was alone in life. I fear that I have come to love you in the past few nights. You are an amazing woman who challenges me both physically and mentally. I know what you feel about your mates. You made a vow to them and in good conscience I could never ask you to go against that. Even if I did ask, I know that you wouldn’t do it. Maybe I’m just a silly old man who spent too many years alone, but I do know what love feels like and that’s what I feel for you. Is there any slim chance that even if Salt and Rory return to your life you would honor me with a small place in it?”

Her smile warmed him more than the sun ever had. “I would say yes without hesitation, but this decision is not mine alone to make. There are others to consider.”

“I respect that answer. I just hope that you will consider my question should that day arrive. In the meantime, Russell granted us a few hours alone before the sun comes up, so why are sitting here chatting.”

“Is that a problem?” Her question was spoken with an amused grin, in a voice that was teasing.

“It is a very large problem. I would much rather give you a sample of my talents.”

Em appeared suddenly intrigued. Their sex had been amazing, but he was aware that her particular preferences were not being attended to. That was about to be rectified.

Salt grinned at Mia. “So name your poison.”

“What?”

He sighed, it was a saying that had been established with Em, but Mia didn’t understand. “Who do you want where?”

“Oh, sorry. I think I would prefer Rory in the front and you in the back.”

The comment was made with no conviction. He missed Em’s ability to sweetly demand what she wanted. Mia didn’t have that trait. Of course, she was young and her personality was lacking in the craftiness of her predecessor. Em would also reply in a sexual manner using specific words to relay where she wanted their cocks. It was something he hadn’t even considered before, but now that they were with Mia it had become quite obvious. The differences between the two women were becoming clearer with each passing night.

Salt found it extremely interesting that he hadn’t noticed these things when he was with Mia before. He supposed it was because he was alone with her and now that the situation had changed, Mia was showing her true self.

Salt stood and dragged her to her feet. He stroked her neck softly with his palms and then slid downward to her chest, unbuttoning her shirt in a slow, leisurely fashion. Pushing the fabric back to her arms, he slipped it off, pitching it on the chair. She had beautiful breasts. They were larger that Em’s, the nipples pert and erect. Leaning forward into her body, he ran his tongue over the dark, pink flesh. It puckered under his tongue, tightening and growing more rigid as he bunched her fleshy bust into his palm. There was an enticing order to things, he had learned that way back in the age of prostitution. A man was supposed to caress the outer breast first to make the nipple more sensitive and receptive to touch. He had not done that, but Mia obviously didn’t know the difference.

She thrust her chest toward his face, moaning softly from his caress. The sounds she made were far less captivating than those he had come to adore from Em. He wasn’t sure why, but Em’s sexual sounds were a siren’s call to his ears, prompting him to drama that he did not display to Mia. Mia’s cries were simply that, the sound of a woman enjoying sex, nothing more or less. She did not inspire him toward greatness, and his only desire with Mia was to push her to climax and then have one himself. Wasn’t that the normal course of events? How was it possible that sex with Em was so much more…more what? It was more demanding, more dramatic. In consideration, Salt realized that everything about sex with Em was simply more. His climax was better, far better.

Shifting to the other breast, he tried to slow his mind. Considering sex with Em while he was trying to arouse Mia was a bad idea. Of course, Mia didn’t seem to know the difference. Poor, naive Mia. Em would always know if he didn’t have his mind completely on what he was doing, but Mia didn’t.

Kissing his way downward, he unbuttoned her skirt. Mia liked skirts, which was something that Em rarely wore. The skirts were pretty, but impractical. Salt tugged it down her hips, holding it as it fell to the floor. He waited until she lifted her legs and then removed the fabric from her ankles, laying it on the chair beside her shirt. Salt had no idea why didn’t just pitch her clothing as he did with Em, but…

Mia slid her hands gently into his hair, softly stroking the strands. There was no urgency in the gesture, no harshness or demand. He kissed his way down the front of her body, stopping at her mound and urging her to bend her leg and put her foot up on the chair. Mia stood in expectant silence as he knelt before her and slid his hand over her cunt. The flesh was chilled, but the opening of her pussy was wet with expectation. Salt shifted forward a bit, leaning his head back to lick her tiny clit. Mia moaned, standing perfectly still.

The door opened and Salt had to assume it was Rory. “I guess you decided to start without me?”

Salt leaned back, turning to look at him. “No. I was just priming the pumps.”

Mia glared at him, the relevance of his comment escaping her. “What does that mean?”

“You wanted dual sex, and I was making your body hot with that in mind.”

“Oh.”

Oh what? She should have continued the comment with spoken encouragement. Em was really good at that. As he turned back to her body, he reprimanded himself again. He had to stop comparing the two women. It wasn’t fair to Mia.

Rory walked up behind him, standing close enough to touch Salt’s back with his legs as he drew Mia into a kiss. Her pussy flickered with the gesture and he licked the wet opening with his tongue. The flesh tried to seize his tongue and drag him deeper, but Salt did not give in to Mia’s desires. Was the woman really that turned on already that she needed to feel him inside her?

Rory stepped back. “So is that what you want, Mia? We leave for Florida with the night, so you may not get another chance any time soon.”

Salt wanted to see her physical reaction as he felt her body tense under his palms. The expression on Mia’s face relayed a sense of hesitation if not fear about the desire she had expressed on more than one occasion. Now that the chance was before her, would Mia back out?

“Is it going to hurt me?”

Rory’s voice was filled with irritated patience. “No. We will not hurt you, Mia. Have we ever hurt you?”

“No. I just overheard a conversation about me. The woman who was talking made a comment that if the two of you were taking me together it must be ripping me apart inside.”

Rory snorted with a chuckle. “From the mouth of the inexperienced. Em describes it as feeling stuffed and overly tight. If it hurts, you simply have to ask us to stop. Salt and I have enough self-control not to continue if you are not enjoying it. We are certainly not going to rip you apart.”

Mia gave a reluctant nod. “I guess that I would like to try it then.”

“Okay. We have about an hour until the sun comes up.” Rory stripped off his shirt and then slid his leather pants off. He sat down on the sofa. “Come here, Mia.”

She looked down at him and he nodded, as she lowered her leg to the floor. With a visual sense of uncertainty, Mia walked over to Rory. He smiled. “Are you sure that you want to do this?”

“Yes.”

Rory nodded and grabbing his cock, gave it some swift tugs that brought it to reasonable hardness. He motioned to Mia with his finger and she walked closer to stand before him. “Come kneel on the sofa over my dick, Mia.”

“I just figured we would do it in the bed.”

“We can, but the sofa is easier. It gives Salt more to support himself with so he can take things slower. It also gives him better access to your anus.”

“Oh,” Mia whispered softly. Salt wished that he could see her face, although, he already had an idea of what it would show him. Mia wasn’t going to back down, but she was completely unsure of what was going to happen and how it was going to feel. She didn’t realize that she had an advantage over human women. Mia had been a virgin when she was turned and her pussy would remain forever at that exact level of tightness. It didn’t matter if two dicks stretched her out, she would tighten back up quickly after things were over. It was a really nice feature. Em was the same way, only she had been with men before she was turned and her cunt was just a hair looser than Mia’s.

She slowly knelt down over Rory’s body, and he positioned her, sliding his ass slightly toward the edge of the sofa. With a cursory swipe between her pussy lips, Rory urged her down over his cock. Mia jumped, whimpering loudly as her cunt slid over Rory. He let her sink, by the simple pull of gravity, not forcing her down in any way.

Mia put her hands to Rory’s chest and he stroked her thighs, moving upward to her ass cheeks. He tilted his head slightly to gaze at Salt and he grabbed a cloth and the bottle of apricot-flavored oil and walked closer. Salt grabbed the footstool and sat upon it, with a clear view of Mia’s anus. Rory had positioned her perfectly to make things easier for him.

He dripped a substantial amount of fluid onto his fingertips, rubbing it in briskly. The moment he put them to Mia’s ass, she tensed dramatically, clenching the muscles of her anus tightly. “Mia, you need to relax. We are not going to hurt you.”

“I know.”

Salt began to stroke the inner crease of her ass as Rory pulled the cheeks wide with the palms of his hands. Mia was resistant, and he tried to regulate the push of his finger. He needed to get her to relax and oil her well, but he also didn’t want to take a chance of hurting her. As a distraction, he leaned and sank his fangs into her ass cheek. It was pain, but a specific pain that would get her mind off his fingers. As he figured, Mia screeched, but the inner muscles of her anus loosened enough for him to slide two slippery fingers into her before she tensed again. Once the entry was complete, Salt was able to flex and twist his fingers to coerce the muscles to relax.

He continued, slowly adding a third finger to the other two. Mia was whimpering loudly, but Rory was simply hanging out with his cock in her cunt. He wasn’t moving or forcing Mia to move, which was completely unlike him. Salt supposed it was good, because it made his task easier, but it might also be good to give Mia some distraction.

As if hearing the thought, Rory got a better grip on the cheeks of Mia’s ass and began to slowly lift her lower body. She rose up high enough so Salt could see part of Rory’s cock and then she was urged back downward. Rory took it slow at first, getting her to rise up and down as wanted. Salt realized that Mia had never been on top before and that was also new to her.

Flexing and rotating his fingers, as the movements of her body caused them to enter and leave her flesh was having its desired result. Her anus began to loosen, the sounds of her moans echoing through the room. He felt her pussy spasm, the clenching muscles of her anus immediately starting to relax again.