His feet pounded the sidewalk in a rhythmic almost frantic staccato. He had been pursuing her fading scent for what seemed like hours and he knew that soon the breakneck pace he had set would slow him, even the undead would eventually falter. He shot past the corner of an alleyway and there her scent hit him like a sledgehammer to the chest. The smell of her pheromones and blood clung to the air around him and it seemed as if individual molecules stuck to his skin. Finally, he neared the end of the alleyway, and there slumped under the soft glow of the street light was the woman he had relentlessly pursued. Her red hair shone like fire in the light and her creamy white skin almost seemed luminescent. Quickly he reached her and gathered her up into muscular arms. She was unresponsive, and much too cold. His intelligent gray eyes immediately sought the hollow in her neck, and he was not surprised to see the twin punctures of a vampire bite already healing into a purplish bruise. His deft fingers found their way to her delicate neck to check her pulse. There was none; not even a hint of one: she had been dead for at least twenty minutes. He gathered her now lifeless body to his chest, threw his head back and howled in utter agony. He had been too late.
"Jetta!!!"
Altheon snapped awake feeling hung-over; the word he had just spoken clung to his lips like poison. He cradled his head in his hands and sobbed, it had been almost six months since he had lost her and she still haunted his dreams. Jetta had been the perfect woman. She was exactly his type in every way; flawless body, wonderful personality, type AB blood and perfect psychic energy. Every time he had been with her had been rapture. It had also been torture. He had loved her, yet whenever he was with her the blood lust would become so strong he would have to go hunt afterwards. Those kills had not been particularly pretty; throats ripped open, veins slashed, flesh torn. When he woke in the evening from those kills he almost didn't recognize the savage starring back at him in the mirror, his prey's blood framing his face like a grotesque mask; no vampire ever fed like that. He had been desperately searching for a way for them to be together, but the only solution he could think of was to turn her. It was her death that led him to the dungeon. It was her death that finally made him able to break his vow to never make another vampire.
A small sound behind him brought him out of his revelry. Altheon half turned on his bed and saw the window by his fire escape slowly slide open. The next thing he knew a shapely leg clad in skin tight black leather and mile high stilettos pushed itself into his apartment followed by the rest of Vai's equally shapely body. He ran his gaze over the length of her body taking in the leather pants that fit her like a second skin, her tightly toned bare midriff, the lacy red bustier and her dark semi-erect nipples under it, and finally her long raven dark hair and bright green eyes. He shot her a predatory gaze and then realized he was still in his bed; less than half dressed and looking like road kill.
"Hi!" Her greeting was pleasant and warm. "I was in the area and I thought I'd pop in to see how you were doing after last night's festivities." She arched one of her eyebrows at him and then laughed. "Altheon, are you ok? You look like shit. No offense of course."
"Hello to you too, Vai. I'm alright, I've just risen and it wasn't the most restful of nights if you know what I mean." He shuffled his blankets trying in vain to find something to cover his chest with.
"Well I know Skye and I tired you out, but I thought you'd be recovered by now. I was ready for round two." Her green eyes traced a path from his face down his naked torso to the blanket covering his lower half. "You know you really don't have to be so modest, it's not like I haven't seen it before. Let's see if this doesn't perk you up?"
Altheon's attention was riveted on Vai as she sinuously crossed the room, her hips undulating like a pole dancer. The black leather creaked as she straddled his hips and ran her hands slowly up his chest to his shoulders. He could feel the muscles in her thighs flex as her nimble yet strong fingers found his shoulders and guided him to the bed. The look of lust in her perfect green eyes as she rode him to the mattress held him a captive yet aroused prisoner.
He moaned softly as her supple velvety soft lips brushed his neck and then proceeded to kiss their way down his chest. Her fangs grazed his nipples and he could tell she delighted in the reaction; part pain, part pleasure that it produced. Finally, after what seemed like an hour of torturous agony her lips reached the blanket thrown haphazardly over his lap.
Vai grasped the blanket and threw it off revealing his boxers and his already semi-hard cock. She delivered a perfectly timed moan and she drew his boxers off and flung them over her shoulder. Agonizingly; ever so slowly she razed her nails along the sensitive insides of his thighs and then lowered her moist warm mouth to his waiting dick. Her tongue teasingly caressed him; circling his tip in tight little circles, flicking the firm ridge, then taking one long slow lick from base to tip and then back again.
Vai locked her penetrating predator's eyes on his as she sucked the head of his cock into her mouth, and delighted in the low moan he produced as she twirled her tongue around it occasionally dipping it into the slit on the end tasting him. She moved her mouth down the length inch by inch, flicking her tongue along the underside of his dick until he filled her mouth. Her eyes sought his and then finally she slid him all the way into the back of her throat. She razed her nails down his chest and thighs, as she began to find her rhythm.
Altheon's eyes wandered over the silhouette of Vai's sensuous curves as her mouth worked its wonders on him. He grabbed her long black hair in his hands and pulled it firmly as his eyes ran down the length of her; the tantalizing peek of her pale skin low on her back, the stark contrast of her red bustier and her black leather pants, the tightness of her ass. He gasped in rapture as she pulled his throbbing cock out of her warm mouth, then ran her tongue down him to lick and suck at his balls, her hands caressing his cock. He moaned her name loudly through his clenched teeth as she finally decided she had had enough of teasing him. She began to move her mouth and hand in tandem over him, eliciting gasps of pleasure from him with each downward thrust. She reached behind him and dug her fingers into his back scratching wherever she could reach, until he couldn't take it any longer. He heard his breathless voice tell her he was going to come, and his hand tightened in her hair drawing her down as he filled her mouth with his warm cum; her mouth sucking down every last drop.
Vai licked her way back up his shaft and planted a kiss on the tip of his cock. "Good evening." She giggled. "You look like you feel better now."
"That was amazing. And yes, I do feel better now. That was a nice way to wake for the evening."
