Chapter 22
If you can't fight and you can't flee, flow.
Connie had her hands full in trying to convince George she was a female. He made her cry when he indicated she was living her life in denial; since she had a penis.
"I mean it's silly for you to have a penis and not realize you are a male at some level," he said trying to understand better; hoping she could provide some insight.
He wasn't trying to be mean but he wanted to hear how she resolved things in her own way. She thought he was being cruel and told him he didn't understand before telling him to leave.
"I know I don't understand but was hoping you'd explain it to me," he said as she closed the door on him.
He let a few days pass, still grappling with the idea of it. He decided to research the subject and had received an enlightenment of his own. He hated having hurt her feelings and in a few days, he showed up on her doorstep with a dozen roses and a box of chocolates asking for forgiveness.
"What's the difference, you'll just leave like the rest. They tell me if they want a male they'll find one and those liking natural females say their sexual enjoyment comes from the idea they are impregnating a woman."
He was hard pressed to respond to this when she added, "I never know if the guy I'm with is gay or straight, wondering how he could be either. It really is a curse and sometimes I wish I was never born at all!"
She began to cry again and he felt the need to comfort her. It's normal to feel sorry for someone we care about and those feelings can rapidly make us believe we really love them. They start a unique relationship of sympathy when the person being sympathized with begins to need our sympathy when it becomes the foundation of a relationship; not a good formula for success but it happens all the time.
George could never perceive himself as being gay but he made an exception for Connie. It was an eye-opening experience for him as he gradually bid adieu to his long held ideas. He cared enough for her and like a new ride at an amusement park; he decided to get in line.
His ex-wife cared little for performing oral sex on him; Connie loved it. His ex-wife had a difficult pregnancy with Amy resulting in what is called a "tilted cervix". As a result when George entered her, instead of going in and up; it went in and down. He found this unexciting and not very pleasurable. The first time he had anal intercourse with Connie it was as pleasurable for him as any woman he'd been with. When he realized how much pleasure he was giving her; he found her excitement to be contagious.
When it came to his performing oral sex on her: well that was interesting since his ex-wife had only done it a few times to him and he wanted to encourage her to do it more frequently. Without his thinking he told her he wished she had a penis too, so he could show her how good it felt. Though it seemed understandable at the time; it was an indication he didn't think the idea of doing it to prove his point was not as disgusting as someone might imagine.
Connie knew what she was doing when it came to his indoctrination. Once when she came on her stomach, she dabbed a finger in it encouraging him to taste her. He did so reluctantly but with her gentle, yet firm persuasion, he acquiesced.
Feeling her "little boy" squirting in his mouth became exciting for him since he knew exactly what she was feeling. It was sort of a payback too, showing her he appreciated what she did so unselfishly to him. After awhile he discovered it aroused him when he could mount her and fuck her; having her as the woman he could finally accept her to be. He was tentative at first but she encouraged him to fuck her as hard as he wanted, saying she loved the feeling both during and afterwards.
As far as having children; he wasn't that keen on the idea but there were perhaps millions of wonderful children around the world awaiting a new home. Connie suggested they go to China on their honeymoon and consider adopting there. This was after they asked Amy is she'd like a brother or a sister.
Demetri has another vivid dream...
After their lovemaking that night Alexis told him she wanted to go to Sangre Maria's to see Constance and Isabella to announce their wedding plans and to see if they would be "bridesmaids" for her.
He remembered hearing the front door closing when he entered a deep state of dreaming:
He was lying face up on a marble altar which was surrounded by lit tall floor-based candles. Off in the distance he heard the soft music of an organ playing something he recognized as Bach, as he also heard the incantations of those in attendance as they sung in what he knew was some ancient vampire language.
He was naked, covered in a white and gold trimmed satin blanket that resembled a priest's vestment. Those in attendance sat in chairs on his right. To his left there was a high-rise stage where his mother and Adrian were sitting on their thrown, watching expectantly.
Alexis seductively undid her cape allowing it to fall to the floor when she too was naked. She removed his covering, draping herself in it before climbing up onto the altar, astride him. She slung one leg over his hips taking his hardness in her hand before inserting it into her until their coupling was made when she began to move up and down slowly; fucking him. She looked down at him, smiling at him proudly as she prepared to do her worse.
"Are you ready," she asked when it occurred to him to tell her he had to pee.
"You're such a fucker! You can pee inside me if you want to. In fact I'd like to feel it squirting in of me. You're about to go on my version of a rollercoaster."
He felt her gently fucking him until his attention was drawn to the sensation. She pulled the cloak over her head as she slowly moved her mouth to his neck when she whispered it would hurt at first but only for awhile. He took her hand squeezing it, not knowing what to expect, when he found himself begging her to stop...
"Please kiss me first," he begged until he felt her mouth on his. He needed reassurance, asking her if she loved him, thinking he never heard her using those exact words.
Suddenly he felt her tongue on his neck as he continued to hope she would utter the words he longed to hear; instead he felt her fangs penetrating his neck when he heard and felt the sound of his artery popping open.
He didn't know if she was being gentle or not since once a vampire is sinking their fangs into you; it's hard to measure such things.
But he knew this much; it hurt like hell in its brutal finality...
"Oh god Alexis," he heard himself moaning.
The pain was excruciating; he knew she was into his neck as deeply as she could go. He felt and heard her drawing forth her substance, as it would soon enter him, changing him forever. When he felt it entering his bloodstream, adding her genetic imprint and signature to his, it caused him to jerk spastically as it worked its way through him.
She seemed to know what he was feeling and every once in awhile she would move up and down on him, reminding him they were still fucking; distracting him from what was really happening to him.
"Soon he'll feel he is me and I'm him when he'll be so confused, he won't know what to think. This is the ultimate fucking a vampire can give a human," she thought priding herself in what she was doing to him.
