Bikes Sex And Moonshine Oh My

Bike week was one of her favorite times of the year; the week before it was, as well because of the mega-camp that always popped up for those who wanted to make more connections, memories and just spend more time around their own kind of people. Not every biker that showed up was in a MC but almost everyone came with someone else or with a small group. Myka loved it because she could see just how much people changed, or didn't, inside of a year. There were sometimes where a whole MC would show up and then the next year, their numbers had fallen by almost half for whatever reason. She had spent well over a decade building her MC, the Daughters of Darkness and thankfully they were still going strong. She and most of her club were already most of the way to the mega-camp and they only had a few more hours before they would be there and then they could get settled in. The group only made a few pit stops in the remaining hours; she wasn't the only one who was anxious to get there.

Once they arrived, they navigated slowly through the campground until they found the lot that she had reserved at the beginning of the year. It didn't take her very long to pitch her tent and when she was done she went around and helped the ones who were having trouble. When everyone's tent was properly set up, she couldn't help but grin as she gathered all of the women up by her tent. "Now that we're settled in, go! Drink, fuck and be merry! Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

She had just turned to head towards a neighboring campsite that already had a fire going and more than a few friendly faces when her attention was grabbed by an impossibly tall man that looked as if he had been carved from a thick oak tree.

"So chicks ride now? I mean, no offense baby-doll, but maybe you should go back to baking in cute frilly dresses and aprons and leave the ridin' to the big dogs."

It had been years since anyone had the balls to speak to her that way but it still set her blood to boiling and stiffened her spine. Turning to face him and the three men behind him, her sapphire blue eyes rolled as she flicked her thick hair over her shoulder. "Aww, I see someone failed the originality portion of misogyny school. I think classes start back up in a few weeks though so you have plenty of time to practice, big guy." Glancing behind his small group, she waved at a few people she knew before bringing her attention back to him. "Look, I've never seen you here before and I've been coming here for close to fifteen years. If you want a decent camping spot, reserve a spot early. Also, I'm not your fucking baby-doll." Pushing past him, she had just reached her second-in-command, Meg, when his voice reached her ears again. Apparently he had followed her and seemed intent on continuing their conversation.

"You got one helluva attitude, you know that? A guy makes a joke and you turn into a raging bitch. You might have more fun if you toned it down a notch or two." He glanced at his buddies who had all begun to laugh and fist bumped Booker before turning back to her with a smirk. Sliding the flask of whiskey from the inside pocket of his vest, he took a pull from it and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand before speaking again. "Maybe, just maybe, you wanna have a drink and we can talk like regular people. It was just a joke, for fucks sake. I can't help it if you don't know how to take one." Bringing his hand forward, he smacked her on the ass as she made to turn away from him again, following it with a strong grope, admiring the firm, rounded half-globes first hand. He had barely brought his hand back before she was turning to face him, her blue eyes blazing as she fixed a dagger filled stare on him.

"Jokes and misogyny don't go hand in hand anymore. I also don't recall giving you permission to touch me." Stepping forward, she subtly lengthened her nails into short talons and clutched his balls in a vise-like grip through the fabric of his jeans. "Now maybe, just maybe, you apologize and actually act like a regular human being and not someone who's trying to impress your rubber-neck, backwoods buddies." Releasing him just in time for his fist to connect with her mouth, she spit out a tiny drop of blood as the wound healed over almost instantly.

"You talk about acting human but you grab a dude you don't even know by the balls. Are you deranged?" He stepped back and took another swig from his flask, eyeing her as she hardly reacted to the punch that usually floored men three times her size. "Just calm the fuck down."

"Pot, meet kettle. You're the one who slapped a stranger's ass and didn't expect any retaliation. So who's really the fucking deranged one? As for calming down, I am calm. You ain't seen nothin' yet and I hope you don't, for your own fucking sake." Frowning, she was mid-turn to walk away from him when he spoke again, his cockiness grating on her nerves.

"Well maybe if you took a joke we could start having a good time. You might even be my newest plaything, who knows?" He waved his buddies off and tucked his flask into his vest again as he watched her suddenly yank her crop top off and tuck it into her back pocket.

"Take a mental picture, maybe it'll help later on your night-cap with Rosie palmer and her five sisters." Feeling the touch of a cold bottle against her arm, she turned and greeted Meg with a smile and accepted the beer gratefully. Sipping it slowly, she watched Meg make her way back towards the bonfire and sighed. He was so busy admiring the sudden view of her breasts that he didn't even look up when another girl came over. This girl was a fucking unicorn in his eyes; a perfect mixture of a smoking hot body, a biker, extremely bitchy and obviously tough as all hell.

"You are one crazy bitch, you know that? I mean that as a compliment, by the way but you set the chain of events in motion, from the ass slap all the way to the punch you took so well to the mouth. So, what, were you some angry, bitter 'ole lady who finally got sick of being knocked around all the time? 'Cause at this angle, you still look like a punching bag. Stop being so transparent, cupcake, it really doesn't suit you." He was enjoying finding all the right buttons to push with her, he wanted to test just how far he could push her.

"You got one thing right; I am a crazy bitch." Drawing her arm back, she jumped up and smashed her fist into his jaw, throwing all of her body weight and half her vampiric strength in for good measure, it wasn't fair but she didn't really care at this point. Watching him stumble back and spit more blood out than she had, she couldn't help but laugh. "Let me set you straight, fucker. I grew up in this life; my daddy is a biker, as is his father before him and so on. I don't do relationships; I prefer to keep things open so I can fuck who I want, when I want, wherever the fuck I want. Then again, what kind of a weekender can't take a punch from a 'lil 'ole cupcake like me?"

She could tell he had to reign in an urge to step his game up and she was mildly surprised when all he did was nod his head and nurse his flask a little more. He could have pulled a knife on her at that point but he didn't really want to ruin his chances, however slim they might be, at getting a pass at her later.

"Maybe we should spend less time talking and punching and more time drinkin'. I underestimated you, then again, when you come to a place like this and see a bunch of chicks on bikes, most men don't think 'biker', they think 'sex toy.' So how about we have a beer or two before round two? Unless you'd prefer something a little stronger." He knew that even though they had gotten off on the wrong foot, they could possibly still have some fun if he could manage to salvage the conversation.

"My MC is one of the wider known ones, ask almost anyone here and they'll you the same thing. I worked my ass off to build Daughters of Darkness, so fuck yeah I get a little riled up when some nobody comes up and tries to drag us down a peg or two." Pride shined in her eyes and she smiled, whistling at a few of the girls passing them; already people were getting naked and having fun in full view. "You lasted one round with me and that's more than most. I'm a little surprised you're not taking a dirt nap right now." Letting a laugh escape, she extended her hand to him, putting their spat behind her since he was offering his own kind of an apology and drinks. "I guess I should introduce myself, I'm Myka."

Taking her hand in his, he stepped in closer and gave her a half-smirk as he shook her hand. "I'm Silas but you can call me Si, everyone does. I don't see why we can't still have some fun, you're feisty as shit and I like that. Now that we've turned that violent tension to the sexual side, it seems only right to have some fun." Rubbing the pad of his thumb across the back of her hand, he smirked again when she arched a brow at him.

"So, what do you and the ladies do for fun? Besides bake cookies and book club, that is."

Breaking out in a laugh, she released his hand and pushed her thick hair up into a messy ponytail, the action lifting her heavy breasts a little higher before her arms came down again. Now that she could tell a little easier when he was joking, she smirked back at him. "Well, after cookie time, we do go out and do charity work and such." She spun her words in a very soft, Southern belle accent and laughed again. Dropping the act, she continued. "We party a lot though we do sometimes do charity stuff. Most everything is on the seedier side though." Being what she was, as well as having mostly female vampires in her club, they trafficked in blood mostly and other things as well but he didn't need to know that. Turning her head when Meg came up and whispered in her ear, she nodded and introduced her finally.

"This is Megan. Megs, this is Silas. She's my right hand gal. There's gunna be a few bonfires popping up shortly, if they aren't lit already. You feel like coming to the same one we're going? It's known for having the best TnA here."

He was still stuck on the image of her in an apron, baking cookies that had popped up into his mind and he was trying not to laugh though if he concentrated he could see her wearing nothing but the apron. Shaking his head a little to clear his head, he nodded as she extended the invitation. "Tits, ass, booze, fire and you and your girls? That's a fucking no-brainer. By the way, I just gotta say, you are fucking hot. So you being a MC leader and not spread eagle on a calendar is a fucking spectacle." When Megan left them, he stepped a little closer and spoke a little lower. "And if you're really into seedy shit, maybe we could talk later... Maybe we could help each other out."

"Yeah, I am a spectacle to behold, thank you. You're pretty hot yourself, big guy, from what I can see so far. As far as teaming up, we'd have to talk about that over a fifth of whiskey later." Turning, she started heading towards the group with the bonfire Megan had told her about. Looking over her shoulder, she smirked a little and called out to him. "You comin', Si?"

"Fuck yes, I am." Following her, he admired the sway of her hips, his hands itching to grab them and yank her back against him. He had to play his cards right though if he wanted to get with her and damn did he want to. Now that they were past the nasty first impression, he could tell she was a rare species of woman and he had to have a taste. "I got some moonshine in my bags, not that swill they sell in stores now, I'm talking true-blue, backwoods brewed. Maybe later we can share a jar, just us." Looking down at her just as she looked up at him, he laid his arm across her shoulders when she stopped beside him and wound her arm around his thick waist. Dragging her fingertips lightly up and down his side under his vest, she guided him to the bonfire slowly, happy to take her time.

"Haven't had some old school shine in a while, so I'm down for that." Glancing up at him, she let her gaze rove over his features. She could feel the physical attraction to him; she would be blind to not find him appealing. Glancing around when they reached the fire, she chuckled at the sight before them. A three-some was already going strong to the left of the fire and a four-way was just beginning to the right. "Looks like the party already started." Putting her back against his chest, she smirked and began to roll her hips to the faint beat of the music coming from the closest radio. Arching a brow as a girl she knew from two years ago came up to her, she pulled her close and greeted her with a kiss. Leaning back into his much larger frame, she took the lead in the kiss, her tongue dueling with the girl's until she willingly submitted to her. She spent several minutes exploring the cavern hidden behind her plump lips before she finally pulled back and broke the kiss. All the while Silas fondled her, one hand on her bare breasts while the other dipped lower beneath the waist band of her jeans.

"Silas, this is Grace. Gracie, meet Silas."

He uttered a gruff hello, a little preoccupied with where his hands were but when he did finally look at Grace, he grinned and leaned down to kiss along Myka's neck. "I like my presents unwrapped, strip her down."

Smirking, she snatched Grace's plaid shirt open to reveal her bare breasts. Not wanting to step out of his explorative embrace just yet, she gestured Grace to continue and leaned into the wall of muscle behind her. Feeling his hands gripping her ass, she pressed into his hands with a grin. Letting her gaze rove over Grace, she admired the slight curves and the generous breasts, a grin stretching her lips once more at the sight of her carefully manicured landing strip. "Just as beautiful as I remember." Feeling Silas reaching to unfasten her jeans, she growled when he broke the button off completely before shoving the denim down her shapely legs. When he could no longer reach them, he used a boot to force the fabric to the ground around her ankles.

"Hmmm, someone's getting impatient." Smirking, she pulled Grace in and turned to pin the woman between them.

Growling down at her when she was suddenly replaced by the blond, he grinned as he felt her hands caressing his growing bulge through the fabric of his jeans. Before he even realized it, Myka had knelt down to remove his boots before circling around behind him. "You're overdressed." She spoke it against his back, her hands snaking around his waist to unfasten his jeans. Breaking the button off just as he had done to hers, she smirked at the snarl it earned her. Pushing his jeans down the long pillars of his legs, she brought her hands up under his vest to continue undressing him as Grace sank to her knees in front of him. Forcing his jeans to the ground, she circled back around to stand behind Grace, her hands sinking into the mass of blond curls.

He didn't let her have control for even a second after his cock was revealed. Staring down at the crown of her head, he speared into her mouth and immediately began fucking the heated cavern of satin hidden behind her lips. Laying a hand on the back of her head, he shortened his thrusts, smacking the tip of his cockhead right against her gag reflex. Smirking sadistically down at Myka as she stared forcing the girl forward a little harder, a groan escaped him involuntarily. Shifting his gaze down to Grace's face, the sight of her eyes watering and her mascara beginning to run down her cheeks had him suddenly thrusting all the way into her throat.

"That's a good girl, Grace." Myka knelt down beside her to get a closer look, her hands leaving Grace's hair in favor of her heavy breasts. Tweaking her nipples, she pinched them in time with his thrusts until he suddenly stopped.

Pushing Grace onto her back, he sank to his knees and slammed only eight out of ten inches of his thick cock into her sopping pussy, his hands gripping the tender spot behind her knees. Lifting her legs into the air, he used the grip of one massive hand to hold both of her ankles at the same time, holding her right where he wanted her. Looking to Myka, he grinned devilishly. "Come here."

Standing, she moved closer and gasped when he snatched her as close as she could get. Grinning down at him, she let him guide one leg over his shoulder and moaned when he started voraciously eating her pussy. Sinking her hands into his long hair, she ground into his mouth. Rolling his tongue against her clit, he didn't let up on Grace for a second, his thrusts viciously splitting her open each time he bottomed out inside her clutching folds, a few inches refusing to fit into her depths. Within a few more thrusts she soaked his shaft with her juices, her orgasm bringing a scream to her lips as she flew apart beneath him. Clutching one of Myka's ass cheeks in his hand, he thrust his tongue between her folds before raking his teeth along her clit. Hearing her gasp, he growled and let go of Grace's legs as she whimpered in pain. Pausing his assault on Myka to look down at Grace, he took pity on her and pulled out of her. Looking to Myka, he grinned a little. "Your turn." Before he could even reach up to grip the back of her neck, Myka was on her knees in front of him between him and Grace. Shifting back to give her room, he watched her bend down to kiss Grace slowly before working her way down her body. When she was finally on all fours in front of him, he gripped the thick base of his cock and teased her juicy entrance with the tip. Moaning, he thrust forward and was surprised when every inch disappeared inside her seemingly scaling folds. Feeling her inner muscles clutching at his girth, he resumed the furious pace he'd had with Grace just as she dipped her head to her cunt.

Taking her time, she dug her fingers into the grass and gingerly took her clit between her lips, a moan escaping as he drove into her like a man possessed by the devil himself. Soothing Grace's abused pussy with every warm stroke of her tongue, she moaned at the semi-sweet taste of her, her eyes closing as she rocked her hips back into Silas' every vicious thrust. It didn't take nearly as long as she thought it would for Grace to begin sailing towards another climax, her whimpers of pain transforming into moans of pure pleasure. Caressing her swollen folds with long, slow flicks of her pierced tongue, she couldn't help the moans that were continually painting her cunt with ragged breaths. Suckling at her clit firmly, she smirked when it sent Grace over the edge into another orgasm. Lapping at every drop of juice her body produced, she kissed her mound with a smile. "Go rehydrate, babe, I got this."

Letting her go, she turned her full attention to Silas as he surged into her like a piston. Flicking her hair over her shoulder, she reached back and pushed him away, moving so fast he didn't even have a chance to react. Pushing him onto a bench made from a fallen tree, she quickly straddled him and sank back down onto his massive cock. For a human he was one of the best fucks she'd had in a while.

"Slow and steady doesn't win the race for you, huh?" He smirked up at her, his hands finding her hips and using them to snatch her down each time she thrust onto him.

"Oh fuck no. Now shut up and fuck me." Growling, she clutched his shoulders as she bounced on his cock, continually tightening her inner muscles around him. Feeling her nails lengthen a little as she got closer and closer to her orgasm, she raked them down the long length of his back, red lines of small welts instantly springing up in their wake. Hissing at the sting of what felt like metal spikes dragging across his skin; he brought one hand up from her hip and curled it around her slim throat. Forcing her onto her back on the bench, he splayed her legs as wide open as they would go and began to drill into her.