Monsters At Night

The party looked like something out of a movie. Bright, multi-colored lights splashed over the walls of the giant mansion. Loud, thumping music penetrated every person to their most primal; no one stood perfectly still to that beat. Food and wine poured everywhere.

And the people. The people dancing, making out, laughing, eating, drinking.

"Are you sure we should be here?" Ricky asked out of the side of his mouth as he and his girlfriend Riley looked before them.

"It's a Halloween party, we're dressed for a party, and we were invited," Riley said, trying to sound more confident than she felt.

Ricky turned and grinned at the shorter woman. Riley wore a tight dress that showed off a lot of skin, whereas Ricky went for the trusted look of a suit on his well-toned body. They looked like quite the pair walking through the mob of people also dressed to party as well as get attention. They held hands to not lose one another as they walked into the party.

In the main foyer, they paused. Two large staircases swept up toward the upper floor.

"My god, I think we could afford the sidewalk at this place," Ricky said.

"Pretty sure that was some custom job. I think we could afford a picture of the sidewalk," Riley said with a giggle.

Ricky turned and kissed Riley.

"You're going to mess up the makeup," Riley said.

"Sorry. You just look delicious," Ricky said.

"Hey now. We have all weekend to fuck around. Tonight is about finding some new play partners," Riley said with a devilish look in her eyes.

"Oh, I'm ready for that. And for you to tell me every wonderful detail after," Ricky said, whispering into her ear.

"Same," Riley giggled. "Okay. We are at a poly Halloween party. Where do we begin?"

"With us, I would hope."

Ricky and Riley turned to see a giant man stride effortlessly toward them. On his arm walked a woman of exquisite beauty.

The man stood a head taller than Ricky. His bulging muscles shown off by the pale, bluish-tinted skin on his body. He wore a cape, a deep v-cut shirt with ruffles, and slicked-back hair. His eyes caught Riley's and she felt stunned for a moment.

The woman moved like a snake, her hips and curves catching Ricky's attention. Her greenish tinted skin accentuated her deep cleavage and wide hips. She grinned at Ricky, a knowing and powerful smile.

"My name is Lionel. This is my partner, Delia. We are the owners of this house, and of this party."

Riley gripped Ricky a little harder around the arm. "This place is magnificent."

Lionel smiled. Riley swore she saw sharp teeth. "Not as magnificent as the people inside of it."

Riley giggled. Ricky gave a knowing smile to Riley. "I'm Ricky, and this is my primary partner, Riley."

Lionel raised an eyebrow. "Ah. So, this is not a first time for you two."

"No. We met at a part like this. Years ago."

"We both really like Halloween, so this time is special for us," Riley said, feeling warm all over her body as Lionel looked at her body with intent.

"Oh? Halloween is so special for us too," Delia said, her voice a comfortable combination of husky and seductive. "All the monsters come out."

Ricky felt like one of the world's sexiest men the way Delia looked at him. He grinned. "That's what we are hoping for."

"I think that may be arranged," Lionel said, extending his hand toward Riley.

Riley looked at Ricky. Ricky saw it in her eyes. "Okay, we'll check in tomorrow morning."

Riley kissed Ricky on the cheek. "Love you."

"Love you, too."

Riley took Lionel's hand as he guided her toward the party. Delia looked at Ricky and grinned.

"So, that just leaves you."

"Seems we are without our others," Ricky said.

Delia's eyes flashed with something dangerous and seductive. "Oh, are we?"

***

Lionel took Riley to the dance floor. Their bodies grew closer as the thick mob of people surrounded them.

Riley, at first, felt intimidated by the mountain of mysterious man in front of her. As she looked into his eyes, however, she felt her body and mind loosening. Soon, she grinded and bumped with Lionel on the dance floor like they were old partners.

"You have quite the moves," Lionel said.

"Thank you. So do you. For such a...large man you move gracefully."

"I have had years of practice. Years. And years."

They danced for another song or two. Riley, huffing and puffing, tried to keep up with Lionel. Lionel smiled and motioned for her to follow. They walked through the crowd, Lionel's large stature easily parting the crowd.

Riley walked with Lionel to a quiet spot past the dance floor and past most of the party. She found herself on patio lounge furniture by the pool. The party sounded distant compared to where they sat in silence and quiet.

"There, it is much more private here," Lionel said. "I enjoy the parties, but I do need to...recharge every now and then in quiet."

"I can imagine. You own all of this?" Riley said in astonishment.

"When you have been at this as long as I have, you gain things. Monetary values are of no concern to me anymore. Not as much as those of the flesh."

Riley saw a hungry look in Lionel's eye and felt terrified and excited.

"I see that warms your blood."

Riley smiled. "You're a strange one, Lionel. But, I kind of like it. Goes with the whole vampire vibe you are giving off."

"Oh, that's because I am one."

Riley giggled. "Oh, is that so."

"Yes," Lionel said in a not-so-serious tone. "I am. I have all the abilities of one too."

He waved his fingers slowly toward Riley. "Look into my eyes."

Riley giggled at the over-acting of Lionel. She humored him.

"That's right, look into my eyes, Riley. Stare deeply into them."

Riley's mouth fell open. She felt her entire being sucked into those eyes. Soon the world blurred around her except for his eyes. Her body relaxed and slumped as he continued to talk to her. Riley did not hear. Only his eyes. She had to look into his eyes.

Soon, she felt her body falling back into the large lounger. Lionel mounted her, putting himself between her legs. She felt flush and out of control. Spinning further and further down a hypnotic tunnel as she looked into his eyes. She did not feel her dress slipped off and put beside her. She did not remember opening her legs for him. Or when he got naked.

She did feel his touch. Cool and yet passionate on her bare nipples. She heard herself moaning as he sucked and nibbled on her nipples. Something sharp scraped against them, causing pain and pleasure.

Then, she felt something massive penetrate her. It also felt cooler than most cocks she had sex with. And yet, tonight, it felt like everything she needed. The lounger squeaked with the power Lionel exerted with his thrusts. If Riley were completely conscious, his fevered thrusting and the way his cock made her feel would have put her in a trance. As it was, Riley felt drunk and horny.

He gripped her wrists and held her down as he had his way with her. He kissed and licked her neck, driving her wild.

"Do not fret, this will not turn you. And I will only take a little," he whispered into her mind.

She moved and gave him her neck. She had to. Wanted to.

As she came, as the orgasm ripples through her body thanks to his cock, she felt a piercing pain in her neck. Mixed with her orgasm, the sensation overwhelmed her system and she tumbled into darkness. A delicious, painful darkness.

***

"I wonder how they are."

Delia turned from guiding Ricky to smile. "Worried about what my lover will do to her?"

Ricky shook his head with a chuckle. "No. I'd hope the hosts of this party are above-the-board."

Now it was Delia's turn to chuckle. "Oh, I wouldn't say we are that. But, your darling lover is in very good hands."

"I'm sure you'd know," Ricky said. "The real reason I was wondering is because, well, I like hearing about it."

Delia's eyes flashed. "Oh. Interesting."

They stopped walking. Ricky looked around. "Where are we?"

"The park beside our place."

"Shouldn't we be at the party?"

"Not for what I have in mind."

Delia turned and shoved Ricky to a park bench. Ricky looked around and saw a few joggers and people but no one paying attention.

Delia got onto his lap and straddled him. Ricky gagged as Delia held his face in her hands.

"So, you like sharing the pleasure others feel, hmm. Excellent. I do love a man who is in touch with pleasure."

Ricky felt something piercing in his stomach. A sharp uptick in his arousal. It boiled over, uncontrollably.

"That's right, precious. Just feel it. Feel it bubbling inside of you. Let me share some of the passion, some of the pleasure I have taken from others. Just as I will take from you."

"What--what--" Ricky felt helpless as his cock filled and throbbed, harder than any time he could remember. His body burned with an uncontrollable need for sex. "Oh, man."

"Yes that's right little boy, just feel it. Don't fight it. I want you nice and aroused. I want you to cum again and again, dear boy," Delia said, kissing Ricky on the lips.

The touch of her soft, plump lips proved enough. Ricky exploded an orgasm inside of his pants.

"Mmm, you lasted a little longer than most," Delia purred in his ear. "It will be fun draining you. But, I promise to leave enough for you to function."

Delia straddled and grinded on his cock. To Ricky's surprise his cock did not grow soft, instead growing harder and harder. He felt ready to burst through his pants.

"Look at me, boy," Delia commanded. Feeling drugged, Ricky obeyed. Delia swayed her body as she grinded on his erection. Ricky could not stop watching and lusting after the woman. "That's right. Love me. Lust for me. All for me. Only me. No woman has ever caught your attention like me. I am the most beautiful, sexiest woman you have ever seen. Every dirty thought is about me. Everything you have ever wanted to do to a woman's body you want to do to me."

Ricky experienced another orgasm.

"Delicious. Now, again boy. You taste amazing. Your lover is one lucky woman. But, tonight, you are mine. So, stare my precious, and give me everything. Give it all to me."

Ricky groaned and buried his head in her breasts. He did not care if anyone watched or looked at him. He needed her with an unquenchable thrist. A fire that would not go out no matter how much he tried.

"Good boy, good," Delia moaned, running her hands through his hair. "Such a good boy. Delia will take care of her good boy. Cum again."

He obliged, grunting in part pain but more pleasure. His underwear and pants felt soaked. Whatever part of his mind he had left, tumbled away after two more orgasms under her control.

And then she really started to play.

***

Morning light crept up the lavish, luxurious four-poster bed. Lionel stretched, moving the silk sheets aside to see Delia sleeping against his body. She stirred and yawned.

"Late night," Lionel said, kissing her forehead.

"Mmm, I can smell the blood on your breath," Delia said without opening her eyes. "You had the woman?"

"Riley? Oh, yes. The way she easily crumbled under my power, not to mention the raw sexual..." Lionel stopped to wistfully remember the previous hours.

"You had fun."

"I did. She was delicious."

Delia giggled and kissed Lionel's chest as she opened her eyes. "I saw. I had the same idea as you, taking them back to their apartment. When I put the dear boy back, I saw the marks. Sneaky. Enough for a bruise, enough for her to know, but not enough to drain her."

Lionel shrugged. "She stirred something in me. Something about that giggle. We made love all night. An orgy of naked flesh, blood, and power."

Delia rolled her eyes. "You make everything seem so poetic."

"And you, my dear?" Lionel said, kissing her forehead.

"He was young in energy. Strong, vital. He lasted for so long before he slumped over."

"You did not--"

"No, of course not. But, I had my fill. Oh, he was glorious. Such a wonderful glow about him," Delia said, snaking her way on top of Lionel and kissing his neck.

"I can see you have that glow as well," Lionel said, wrapping his arms around her body and holding her close.

"And I can feel your blood burning for release from here," Delia said in a seductive whisper. "So, let's show each other the fun we had."

"Mmm, I do love Halloween so much," Lionel said, kissing her on the lips.

With no more words needed, the two lovers tangled themselves up in one another and started making love.

***

Ricky and Riley both lay in bed, naked. On their backs, staring at the ceiling with wide eyes. Neither one of them moved or spoke. They lay there, stunned. Both of them were a mess. Riley's hair stuck out in every which way. Ricky felt dry, sticky fluids all over his legs and abdomen. Both covered in dried sweat and sex. Minutes passed and they did not move.

Riley grazed her bruised neck. She winced and then a smile came over her lips. Ricky thought about his body below the waist and received a painful but pleasant sensation back to his brain.

Finally, Ricky turned to Riley. Riley turned to Ricky.

"Fuck," Ricky managed to whisper.

Riley nodded.

"Was he?"

Riley nodded.

"She was, too. Sort of," Ricky said, turning to stare at the ceiling once more. He turned the nightstand table where a collection of waters, snacks, OTC medication and a hand-written note faced the two young lovers.

For such a wonderful time. Take care of yourselves, and we will hopefully have the honor of having you again.

-Lionel and Delia

Riley gulped. She turned back to face the ceiling and stare.

"Fuck," she said.