Anita awakened to find Lena between her legs. She was scooping Michael's sperm from the dark-haired vampire's pussy with her tongue. Anita raised up on her elbow and watched the blonde take long licks, pushing her long tongue inside to get as much of it as she could.
Michael was awakened by Anita's moans. He looked down to see Lena licking Anita's pussy, a smattering of come and her juice on the blonde's face. He became instantly aroused.
Lena spied Michael out of the corner of her eye. She pulled her mouth away from Anita's pussy and looked up at him. "You taste soooo good," she told him, then gave Anita a few more licks. She then wormed her way over Anita's taut and creamy legs to intertwine herself around Michael's muscled thighs. She slid her mouth smoothly over his hard penis.
Anita knew that watching Lena eat her had gotten him highly excited. She placed her hand gently on Lena's shoulder. "Don't make him come," she told the younger vampire. Lena nodded her head with Michael's cock still in her mouth.
Anita got off the bed, and she repositioned herself so that she was lying against the back of Lena's legs. She spread the cheeks of Lena's ass wide, and drove her tongue into the space. She licked around Lena's ass, then down, across the pounting lips of her dripping pussy. Finally, she settled on Lena's clit.
Oh, God, Michael thought. He couldn't take this. He began to fuck Lena's mouth. He pushed hard into her throat. Lena removed her mouth, and used the tip of her index finger and her thumb against the base of Michael's prick. He grunted in agony as his cock jerked dryly.
Lena smiled and winked at him, then gripped his thighs tightly as Anita's tongue brought her to orgasm.
After resting a few minutes, Lena got up, kissed them both and said goodbye.
"Where is she going?" Michael asked.
"To feed," Anita told him, grasping his still hard cock in her hand. "She is young. She still needs to feed every other night."
Michael nodded, watching Anita's hand slide up and down on his cock. "I loved that way you made love to me, Michael. But," she said, looking into his eyes, "will you fuck me now?"
Michael gave a wicked smile. He removed her hand from his cock and rolled her onto her stomach. He placed a hand under her tummy and lifted her up, guiding her hips so that she came to rest on her knees. He maneuvered her ass so that she was right where he wanted her. He then rammed his dick into her to the balls. Anita screamed. Michael began to slam it into her.
"Like this?" he said. "You want me to fuck you like this?"
"Oh yes, Michael!" she screamed. "Fuck me like that!"
Stone was pulling her ass into him each time he slammed into her pussy. Her face was contorted, somewhere in between pleasure and pain. Michael had begun to perspire, the sweat pouring off him.
Stone flipped her over. He wrapped her legs around his thick arms and re-entered her tightness.
"Oh, God, yes, Michael! Fuck my pussy!" she yelled.
Stone stopped.
"Who's pussy?" he asked.
Anita smiled while she tried to push herself against his cock. "Your pussy, Michael!" she told him. Michael slammed into her again. "Oh yes! Yes! Your pussy needs you to fuck it! It needs to be filled up with your come!"
That was it. Stone slammed into her again, his cock throbbing, the sperm spilling into her womb. His orgasm triggered hers, and she dug her fingernails into his shoulders until she drew blood. The metallic iron scent of the blood hit her as she continued to come, and her fangs distended from her lip. Michael realized that she had drawn blood. He knew her reaction to it. He didn't care.
Anita's orgasm subsided, the gentle ebb of the tide taking her back to rational thought. She sat up on her elbows and gently began to lick the small scratches in Michael's shoulders. He watched her, ever conscious that her fangs were inches from his jugular vein.
When she had cleaned all the blood from him, she lay back down and looked up at him. "Is there any part of you that does not taste good?"
Michael gave a little laugh. He kissed her gently.
Marcus watched Lena from a rooftop. There were four other vampires with him. Marcus was the leader, the master vampire. He had survived for at least six hundred years. The others were just his lackeys.
They had been watching Anita and Lena for a very long time. Marcus had taken great care to shield their presence from the two women. His followers had taken their time learning all they could about them. The news that they gave Marcus tonight, however, enraged him.
"So," he said, smoothing his dark hair back against his head, "the bitch has allied herself with a human." Marcus's dark eyes gazed down upon Lena as she walked with a young man out of the nightclub. "Kill that one," he said to the others. "Make an example of her."
Anita jerked free of Michael's embrace. She sat upright in bed. She was shaking.
"What is it?" Michael asked, alarmed.
"It is Lena," Anita said, tears welling in her eyes. "She is dead."
They found her lying face-down in an alley. Michael approached her first, slowly turning her over. He gasped at what he saw. Her throat had been torn completely out. All over her neck, extending down onto her breasts, were many fang marks. Her sweater had been torn open at the neck, and blood soaked her body.
Anita cried softly. Michael held her close. She looked up at him, tears staining her beautiful white cheeks. "Now you see," she said.
Michael nodded. "Yes," he said. "Who?" he asked, "and why?"
Anita shook her head. "It will be daylight soon," she said, noticing the pinkness of the sky towards the East. "But I will find out soon enough."
Michael looked into her eyes. "We will find out together."
They had gone back to the old house, where Anita went inside to sleep for the day. Michael drove his car home. Once there, he logged onto the secure server and began to sort through the database. After three hours of pouring over the names and known locations of vampires, Michael fell asleep, exhausted.
It was night when he awoke. He felt chilly. He slid out of bed and rushed into the shower. The hot water felt good on his skin, but as soon as he was out, he felt cold again. He concentrated, centering himself. When he had cleared his mind, he heard her voice.
It was Anita. It was as if she was calling to him from the end of a long and dark tunnel. She was hurt. She was in danger. An image flashed in his mind. Rail cars. An old rail yard. He knew the place.
He dressed quickly. The armored body suit went on first, then the chain mail around his neck. The chain mail gauntlets followed. He retrieved a large framed H&K Mark 23 .45 auto from his briefcase, fitting the drop holster to his right thigh. Extra magazines went into pouches on his left leg. He took the katana from its stand in the bedroom, bowed to it quickly, and slung it on his back. The tanto knife went into a sheath across his chest. The black cloak was the final touch. He looked like Death.
It was about twenty minutes to the old rail yard. Michael spent the time going over scenarios, possible outcomes. He did not know what he was getting into. The images from Anita, the voice that cried 'help', were still in his mind.