“Tonight, we need to feed,” said Will to the room at large about two days later. “All this sex can really deplete the blood stores.”
Charles laughed. “Are you saying I’m wearing you out, Will?”
“Don’t kid yourself, slave,” he scoffed. “Irene and I have had plenty of playtime without you. The woman is insatiable.”
“Well, who can blame her? She just spent several years with Mr. Boring, didn’t she? And if I’m not mistaken, he was her first,” he said, smirking. “It’s understandable that she’d want as much of you as she can get.”
“Damn straight,” Irene added, touching the tip of her tongue to her top teeth and grinning suggestively at Will. “I doubt I’ll ever get enough of you.”
“I hope not,” he said, giving her hand a nip. “We’re going to be together for a very, very long time.”
“Cloud nine,” she said, kissing his ear as she got up from her seat next to him and headed for the computer. “What time are we going to go? Will we be heading out to the pleasure room?”
“No way,” said Will. “I just want to grab a quick bite. Don’t forget, Lord Costavo doesn’t want us around.”
“But we brought those two out there,” she said, pointing at Charles with a perplexed frown.
“It was a risk that managed to work out,” he replied. “But I’m certain we won’t get away with it again. No, we’re going to have to use a room at one of my other resorts the next time.”
“How many resorts do you have?” she asked curiously.
“Seven,” he told her. “All of them along the coast or up in the mountains. And I also own three vacation rentals as well. Most of them are always full, and I have staff who take care of them so I don’t have to. I have other investments as well that help to fill my coffers, so there’s never going to be a reason for money concerns.”
“That’s good to know,” she said with a nod.
“If you two disappear for a week, what am I supposed to do?” Charles asked. “I’ll get pretty bored just sitting here.”
“There’s nothing saying you can’t go out and have some fun, as long as you don’t bring the party back here,” Will decided. “And don’t tell them anything about us, of course. I fully believe that you won’t open your mouth, since you consider your new position too much of a good thing. Am I right?”
“Oh, definitely,” said Charles, grinning broadly. “I wouldn’t trade this for anything.”
Irene laughed. “Charles, you’re such a slut.”
“Yeah, but that’s just how you both like it,” he pointed out.
“He’s not wrong there,” Will agreed. “Come, my pet, we may as well get ready for our night on the town. Charles, you’re welcome to come along for the ride if you’d like, but once we get there we’ll need to be on our own.”
“Not a problem,” he replied.
“Meet at the van in about an hour, then,” said Will. “And don’t worry, we’re just going someplace nearby to look for a meal. I doubt we’ll even be gone for the night. So, unless I say otherwise, you won’t be needing to find a ride.”
“Got it,” he said, nodding. “So, if I happen to find a tasty treat for you two to eat, what then?”
“We’ll play it by ear,” he said. “But remember, Charles, any woman you bring to us is meant for food. Don’t bring one you want to cultivate for—other things.”
“Understood,” he agreed.
*****
Will decided to take them to a sports bar, and Charles soon stepped over to join a crowd who was watching football, where he loudly insisted that the Mets were sure to win that year. Inevitably, a woman stepped over to correct him about stating the name of a team who didn’t even play the game.
“I’ll have to try that sometime,” Will chuckled.
“Don’t bother,” Irene told him. “It’s totally not your style.”
“Oh, really?” he asked. “How do you know whether or not I’m a sports buff?”
“Well, for starters, you have a television which I have only ever seen you use for news and criminal sitcoms,” she pointed out.
Will laughed. “Well, so?”
“If you were a sports fan, the game would have been turned on at some point so you could watch,” she said. “Plus, you’d be over there with him right now, yelling your head off. And I don’t see you as the kind of person who would be doing that either. Not with your whole, ‘I’m sexy and I know it, come hither’ thing. Yelling is not especially seductive.”
“Oh, really?” he intoned, one brow raised at her. “Sounds to me like somebody is fishing for another spanking.”
“Of course, I am, sir.”
“The night is young,” he conceded. “We’ll have to wait and see.”
“You’re watching someone,” she said with interest. “I can tell.”
“Yes, I am,” he agreed, flicking his eyes toward the corner of the room. An older man was sitting there with a girl on his lap who looked like she was under-age. “But not food, though. I believe we’ve got some competition tonight.”
“Why?” she asked. “Who is he?”
“Vittorio Manchenso,” said Will with a little frown. “He’s a higher-up member in one of the rival clans, and he has definitely got his eye on you.”
“Why would he be looking at me when he has the jailbait?”
“Because he already knows what you are,” said Will. “A guy like him, he’s going to try to woo you away from me just to hurt my pride.”
“Not happening,” Irene scoffed. “Should I stick by your side?”
“No, it’s fine,” he said. “Go ahead and let him try, and then tell him to get lost. If he’s hoping to wound my pride, wounding his own should be the best remedy. That way, he won’t want to try again.”
Irene chuckled. “You are so mean.”
“Yes, so it would seem,” he grinned. “We make quite a pair, don’t we? Didn’t you say you needed to powder your nose?”
“What, you want to do it right away? No toying with him first?”
“I want you to powder your nose while I go offer a greeting,” he said. “He’ll want to ask me about you, and I intend to tell him a few things that will make him want you even more.”
“That’s terrible!” Irene gasped. “I love it. Be right back.”
“Take your time, pet,” Will replied.
Irene left, giggling all the way.
She had no idea what the two men said to one another, but by the time she returned, the girl was gone, and Will and Vittorio had begun to shoot a game of pool. Irene was hesitant to rejoin her mate while he was interacting with the brooding vampire.
“Ah, there you are, my pet,” said Will with a superior look. “I was beginning to wonder if I would have to look for you. Not that you would mind if I did.”
Blushing prettily, Irene said, “Of course I wouldn’t, Master.”
“Good girl,” he replied, swatting her on the ass. Irene did her level best to keep the annoyance over such treatment off of her face, since she was sure it was part of whatever ploy he’d come up with to mess with Vittorio. “This is Irene, my newest acquisition. And the best damned piece of ass this side of Fresno.”
“Master,” she gasped, biting her bottom lip as her face reddened some more.
“Don’t be modest, my darling,” he said, drawing her against his side. “You’re beautiful, perfect, and all mine. Right?”
“Always,” she answered truthfully. His squeeze tightened a bit in acknowledgement.
“Well then,” said Will as he sank the eight ball, “I believe this conversation is at an end. I’m sure we’re all here to cull the herd, so to speak, and we’re not going to find anyone standing together here. Come on, pet, let’s see what we can find, shall we?”
“Yes, Master,” she agreed, meekly adhering herself to his side but turning to cast Vittorio a slightly sultry look as she waved good-bye. Once they were well away, she asked, “Was that little display necessary?”
“You bet it was,” said Will. “He’s probably salivating in his jeans right now.”
“Ew, there’s a visual I didn’t need.”
“Which is precisely why I gave it to you,” he told her devilishly.
“Just you wait till later,” she replied. “Now, have we found anything tasty yet?”
“Right over there,” he said, inclining his head toward another couple in the room who appeared to be bickering about something and looking hopefully around the room. “Swingers. You can spot them from a mile away. I think I’ll let you do the honors.”
“Me?” Irene gasped. “But I have no idea what to say.”
“Baby, you could just walk over and flash your tits and you’d get that pair on the hook,” Will teased. “Trust me. You’ll think of something.”
Dutifully, Irene stepped across the room and took a seat at a table near the pair, asking for a drink which she placed on Will’s tab. She nursed the whiskey sour, using the straw to good effect as she glanced over at the watching pair.
“Are you here alone, dear, or were you with that really hot guy over there?” asked the woman.
Irene grinned. “Oh, you mean my master? Yeah, he is pretty hot, isn’t he?”
“Wait, you mean you’re his—slave?” asked the man, practically falling out of his chair. “That is so—hot.”
“Well, actually, we were looking for a bit of extra fun tonight,” said Irene thoughtfully. “I wonder if he’d—well, but I’m sure you two probably don’t even swing.”
“Oh no,” said the man hopefully. “We swing. We swing all the time!”
“Okay, I guess I’ll just go tell him you two are on board.”
“Yes, sweetheart, please do!” the man agreed lustily. The woman simply smiled, but Irene could tell that she’d already set her hopes on riding Will massively. She couldn’t believe it had been that easy, considering it was the first time she’d ever attempted to pick anyone up in her life.
*
Will took Charles off to the side when he saw Irene make contact with the couple, pointing out the exchange to him. “Looks like our light snack’s turned into a full meal after all, my friend. I’m going to take them to one of my condos that isn’t occupied at the moment. But I promised you a ride, so if you still want it, I can get you closer to home, but obviously I’m not going to lead them right to it.”
“No, sir, you go on ahead,” said Charles. “I’ll find some fun with that tasty redhead over there. Just give me a call when you’re headed home again, and I’ll catch a cab or something.”
“All right,” Will agreed. “Just remember what I said. Don’t tell her anything.”
Charles walked away just about the same time Irene and the couple showed up at his side. Will turned to smile warmly at them. “What’s this?” he asked with curious interest.
“These two told me they don’t have to be home for another day or two, so we’d have plenty of time to play,” Irene informed Will cheekily.
“Did they?” he said, his grin turning lustful. “Well, I think we might be able to accommodate.”
“Did Charles find something to keep himself occupied?” Irene asked, inclining her head towards him and the redhead.
“Yes, it appears so.”
“Who is that guy, anyway?” asked the woman curiously.
“Charles? He’s our permanent third,” Will supplied. “My girl here is insatiable and needs her little toys.”
“Wow, you have more than one hot guy whenever you like?” said the woman with interest. “That’s practically unheard of.”
“I never make use of Charles unless Will is involved,” said Irene.
“Well, you should have told us,” said the man. “You could have brought him along.”
“Perhaps another time,” said Will with a shrug. “Anyway, I know of the perfect place where we could go, and it’s not very far away. In fact, we could even walk if you wanted to. Limber up before the exercise.”
“Oh my,” said the woman. “He’s naughty, isn’t he? Well, I’m Amber, and this is Neil. We’re up for whatever you have in mind, so feel free to lead the way.”
“I’d rather not walk,” Neil added. “What’s the point in owning a sports car if you don’t even use it?”
“Okay, Neil, fine,” said Amber, doing her best to hide her annoyance with him. “I’m sure he doesn’t mind if we drive.”
“Not at all,” said Will. “But my conveyance isn’t as fancy as yours sounds to be. Does it have room for four?”
“If you don’t mind a bench seat,” Neil replied.
“Great,” said Will. “I’ll sit up front and instruct you on where to go while the ladies get comfy in back, okay? It isn’t very far, so there’d be no time to be inconvenienced.”
“Sure, I suppose so,” Amber said, though it was obvious she wasn’t overly pleased. She wanted to spend time with Will, and she couldn’t do so in back with Irene.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart, I promise to make it up to you,” said Will in her ear as they all headed for the exit door.
*****
The condo was situated among a set of six, each one set about one house-length away from the other. They were two stories, with the bedrooms up top and the kitchen and living room below. Will had not altered the unit he brought them to in any way—it was just a normal, commercial quality temporary home.
As such, he knew that they would have to be more circumspect than usual and not cause either one of their victims to scream. They walked up the cobbled path with him holding Amber’s hand, and Irene holding Neil’s. The conversation they had along the way was actually kind of weird.
“So, Neil, what do you do for a living?” asked Irene.
“I’m a car salesman, actually,” he said. “But that’s not what I really want to be. If I had my way and the skill to do it, I’d much rather dance in Vegas. Feathers and all.”
“Seriously?” Will asked, smirking.
“Oh yes, it’s been my lifelong dream,” he said. “But I’m a big, tall, and hairy guy. I don’t think the audience would enjoy it nearly as much as me.”
“What about you, Amber?”
“Me? Oh, I don’t do anything,” she shrugged. “I once thought I’d like to have children, but even that doesn’t seem to be possible. The doctors said I have only one ovary, and it’s barely even functioning. So, I was considering the idea of gender swapping. If Neil wants to be Nelly, then maybe I should just become Aaron.”
“I don’t know, don’t you think that would be weird?” asked Irene.
“Well, I’m sure some folks might think so,” Amber chuckled. “But you know, who cares, right? Why spend your life worrying about what other people have to say?”
“Yes, I suppose so,” Irene said, though there was no real conviction behind her words. Will was pretty sure she didn’t particularly agree.
Fitting the key into the lock, he opened the front door, and the others filed in with him bringing up the rear. He turned on the lights, and the three gasped with surprise at the splendor of the décor.
“This is a mighty expensive room, Will,” said Neil as he stepped over to the wet bar and made himself a drink. “Does anybody else want one?”
“Scotch on the rocks, twist of lime,” said Will as he set the key on the shelf by the door and deftly reached over to take the phone off the hook. At Dave’s lifted brow, he said, “No distractions.”
Amber dropped her purse beside the keys and phone, then turned to look up at Will mischievously. “So, Will, what do you want to do to me first?”
“What, no drink for you?” he chuckled dryly.
“Oh, I want a drink, all right,” she said salaciously. “I’m pretty sure you’ve got it for me right in there.” Her fingers walked down his abdomen and downward to his cock. She seemed just a little disappointed when she discovered it wasn’t hard. “But it looks like I’ll have to work for my prize.”
Neil chuckled wryly. “Sorry, Will. Amber’s not very good with the small talk thing. When she sees something that she wants, she tends to dive right in.”
“Well, I guess the drink is to-go then,” he chuckled. “Sounds like we need to move this party upstairs.”
After Neil had his scotch in his hand, Will and Amber headed for the steps. Grinning, Neil offered Irene his arm. “Shall we?”
“Sure,” she agreed, and they went up as well.
They all stepped into the same bedroom, where Will quickly arranged himself on the bed with Amber at his side. “If you really want to make that thing work for you, there’s really only one way,” he said then. “I like to watch Irene play.”
“So, you want to see Neil work her over, then?” she chuckled. “Well, baby, that can certainly be arranged. Neil?”
“Not a problem,” he said, grasping Irene from behind. Will and Irene gazed lovingly at each other for a moment as Neil’s hands skated over her breasts from behind. They came down, grasped the hem, and pulled her shirt up and over her head. She bit her bottom lip just because she knew that drove Will crazy, and then she grinned, surrendering herself to the moment.
She moaned softly as Neil tugged off her bra. She helped him rid her of her skirt and her panties so that she stood there in nothing but her hose, her garter belt, and her heels. She looked absolutely delectable.
“Hmm, that really does seem to be working,” Amber giggled as she worked at the button of his fly. Will let her play with him while he watched Neil get down onto his knees so he could taste Irene’s sweet pussy. But when she tried to kiss him, he turned away.
“No kissing, please,” he insisted. “I only kiss Irene.”
“Hmm, too bad,” said Amber. “I’m pretty good at kissing. You might even find out I’m better than her.”
A wave of anger surged up inside Will when he heard those words, but he tamped it down. It wouldn’t do to bite the wench too soon. He wanted Irene to enjoy herself first. But oh, how he wanted her to bleed.
“Oh, come on, Neil,” Irene complained. “You can do better than that, can’t you? You’re completely boring me!”
Will looked over at the tableau. Neil had his face buried deep, and he was moving his head back and forth like crazy, trying to please Irene. Her words had been meant to get the man going.
“Well, this is no good,” she complained. “Why don’t you just fuck me?”
“Hey, sweetheart, you don’t have to be so mean,” Neil said as he got to his feet.
“Baby, you’ve got no idea just how mean I can be,” she said, baring her fangs as she fell upon him, biting deep. Before Amber had a chance to scream, Will fell upon her as well. The two of them feasted until they had their fill.
“Well, now what do we do?”
“I know just the thing,” said Will as he grabbed Neil’s wallet out of his pants. “We’ll make it look like they rented the place, and when I came looking for money I found them dead in here. I’m sure my man, Garrett, can forge Neil’s signature.”
“Damn, Will, you think of everything.”
Will grinned, which looked a bit gruesome with blood still on his face. He said, “Baby, don’t worry. I’ve been doing this for a very long time.”
*
After dusting the room for prints and calling Garrett, Will and Irene headed home. Irene texted Charles to let him know they’d be there, and he returned a text that he needed a couple more hours.
“I guess he’s really enjoying the redhead,” Will smirked.
“Well, I certainly didn’t enjoy Neil,” Irene grumbled. “He was totally lame. The only thing he cared about was getting off himself.”
“Yeah, I know, and Amber seemed pretty much the same,” Will agreed. “Total wastes of space. I suppose you know what this means?”
“What?”
“Since you didn’t get off with Neil, I’m going to have to service you myself,” he teased.
“Oh, the horror!” Irene exclaimed, then ruined the whole effect by giggling.
Will parked the van in the garage, and the two entered the mansion through the kitchen hand in hand. Hiram greeted them almost immediately.
“Oh, there you are, sir,” he said. “I’ve had a call from Hilda this evening. She told me that the Truvians have attempted a raid. She set the hellhounds on them, but I fear it’s very possible they may return again.”
“Do you think they found out about Charles and Bubbles after all?” asked Irene with a worried frown.
“They wouldn’t bother to attack Redwood Inn over that alone,” Will said dismissively. “There’s something a whole lot bigger going on. Maybe I’d better get on the internet and check back with a few of my sources. Sorry, pet, sounds like playtime will have to wait.”
“It’s okay,” she said. “Whatever this is, it sounds a lot more important anyway.”
“Not more important, love, just more urgent.”
“In either case, it gives me a chance to bathe,” she told him. “I don’t have anything on my clothes, but I’m still feeling a little bit sticky.”
Will nodded and kissed the side of her head before they parted company at the top of the stairs. He was decidedly worried as he headed for the library door.
It only took a few key clicks for Will to access his private server and begin an inquiry, and what he discovered was rather disheartening. While he had been busying himself with personal matters and failing to check back in with his father and older brother, the very thing that he had been hinting at happening actually did. Both men had gone to Rome, and now the two factions were at war.
The Truvians didn’t particularly care which vampire was in power; they only cared what they could take for themselves. It was a fair bet that Costavo believed Will had gone along to fight as well, or he never would have been so bold as to send in thieves. And since Hilda hadn’t seen him since the patriarch and heir had both taken off, even she could not say for sure exactly where he was.
But that didn’t sit well with him. He needed to nip this thing in the bud and make sure that the greedy Truvian lord did not attempt to come in and disrupt his place of business again. Picking up the phone, he gave Garrett a second call.
“Change of plan, my friend,” he said dryly. “That couple you were about to clean? I want them thoroughly connected to Lord Costavo. I want a full police investigation, and I want it to hit him where it hurts. Can you do that for me?”
“Undoubtedly,” said Garrett, snickering. “What’s the occasion?”
“I’ll teach Costavo to pull a raid on me,” said Will vehemently. “I want you to make sure he gets it. I want to know he will never send his men against me again.”
*****
“So, what did you find out?” asked Irene when she came back into the library, still using a towel to dry her hair. She stopped short when she saw the rather dark and brooding expression on his face. “Jesus, Will, tell me what happened.”
“Sorry,” he said, forcing a smile. “Don’t mind me. I just don’t take it well when someone thinks they can disrespect me.”
“Well, unless you’ve got an army hidden around here somewhere, there’s not much you can do about it right now,” she pointed out. “You need to calm down.”
“Oh, don’t worry, I will,” he said, smirking now. “Just waiting for a confirmation call, and then I’ll be as cheerful as ever.”
Suspicious now, Irene asked, “What did you do?”
“Let’s just say Neil and Amber will be a bit more useful than we originally thought.”
Irene rolled her eyes, pretty sure that she didn’t really want to know what he meant by that. “Okay, then. Well, since you’re clearly not in the mood to play right now, I guess I’ll just work on my book.”
“Sorry, pet,” he sighed. “Maybe in a little while.”
“Yeah—after the phone rings,” she smirked and threw her towel at his head.
“Hey, you’re an awfully sassy sex slave,” he told her as he caught it.
“So?”
“I may just have to punish you one of these days.”
Irene giggled. “Hmm, then maybe I should sass you some more.”
Will caught her around her hips and drew her down onto his lap. The office chair groaned in protest, but neither one of them cared as they shared a sweet, sassy kiss or two before he let her go again.
*****
Charles came breezing in sometime before the phone rang, and the two of them looked up at him from their prospective projects. He seemed a bit drunk and also smelled like he’d had a very, very good time.
“Well, this isn’t where I thought I’d find you two,” he chuckled. “This looks more like an office setting than a domestic evening.”
Irene chuckled. “Will is expecting a phone call. Don’t ask.”
Almost on cue, the house phone rang. Will picked it up immediately.
“Talk to me,” he said.
“It’s Garrett, sir,” said the man on the other end jovially. “It went perfectly. We sneaked the bodies into his basement and called the police. It was surprisingly easy. He didn’t seem to have many guards tonight.”
“Yeah, because he’d sent all his men out to my resort,” Will snorted. “And did they arrest him like I hoped?”
“Well, not exactly, but they will be launching an investigation.”
“Dammit,” Will grumbled. “The bastard will probably just leave before they can talk to him. But that might be good, too. Maybe the clan would relocate along with him.”
“You trying to take over that area, boss?” Garrett snorted. “We don’t have that many people.”
“Hey, I didn’t start this thing,” Will snorted. “I just like to give as good as I get, that’s all. Besides, I’m sure you boys would find some—new recruits, if we needed them.”
“Is that a thing you’d want right about now?”
“Not too many,” said Will. “Every vampire has to feed. We may be better to find ghouls.”
“They’re much easier to kill,” Garrett disagreed.
“Garrett, handle it however you will,” Will sighed. “I trust you.”
“Yes, sir,” he agreed.
“And put some men at the resort, too,” he added. “I don’t want them dining on my customers. It’s bad for business.”
“Will do,” he said. “Say, did you hear about the call to arms for the Knight clan? Shouldn’t our men be a part of that?”
“No,” Will decided. “I need our men here, as you can see. Besides, if the head of the clan did not call us in, he must not have believed we were needed. I received no such request.”
“All right then, Will, I’ll get right on this,” he said. “You have a pleasant night with that little bride of yours.”
“Oh, believe me, I will,” he chuckled, glancing over at Irene and noticing that Charles was practically passed out on the couch. He hung up the phone, chuckling some more. “Looks like he’s out like a light.”
“Pretty much,” Irene agreed. “Do you think we should have Hiram help him to his room? I don’t want him getting sick on the couch or anything.”
“Yeah, that could be a thing,” Will agreed. “But, as for us, I have a much better activity in mind now that I’ve concluded my business at last.”
“You were right,” she teased. “You do seem to be in a better mood.”
“Come, pet,” he said. “I’d like to introduce you to our pool.”
“We have a pool?” she gasped. “Why have I not heard about this before? I love swimming.”
“You’ve been trying to regain your strength, remember?” he pointed out. “You shouldn’t be doing any laps just yet, but a little dip won’t hurt. I want to teach you a new skill you might find quite useful.”
“A skill? In the pool?” she asked curiously.
“Vampires can go without breathing for extended periods of time,” he explained. “But it’s something your brain cannot accept right away. You’re still thinking like a human, and that’s something we need to change.”
*
Will brought Irene into the back yard, where they had never bothered to go before. It was a large and well-kept area with cobblestones and a little garden and hothouse just outside and to the left, and a short path brought them to a huge enclosure with a wrought iron gate, inside of which they found the pool.
All along the edges of the massive swimming area, there were little pockets of tables, chairs, and lounge chairs which would probably have held about fifty people if all of them were filled. But, at the moment, the pair simply stepped over to a couple of lounge chairs and started to undress. They had brought neither suits nor towels with them, so moments later, they stood there completely nude.
“Your body is sublime by moonlight, pet,” Will told her. “I’ll need to keep reminding myself of the reason why we are here.”
“Or not,” Irene added naughtily.
“Come on, into the water,” Will instructed, taking her hand and giving it a little tug. Irene followed him willingly down the steps and into the heated pool. It was so refreshing she felt a great desire to just float around instead of learning the lesson he wanted to teach. “We’ll start with the depth at about your shoulders until I’m sure you’re ready to go underneath.”
“Okay, so what do I do?” she asked. “Do I just stand here and hold my breath?”
“For a start, yes,” Will said with a nod. “I want to see what you believe yourself to be capable of.”
Irene managed to hold her breath for almost a full minute before she was certain she needed to gasp, filling her lungs again.
“Okay, this time, I’d like you to stop holding your breath, but instead simply realize that you don’t need any air. Don’t even attempt to fill your lungs; just simply stop breathing completely.”
“Not even take in a breath?” she snorted. “How is that supposed to work?”
“It just does, Irene,” Will replied. “Now do it.”
Irene did her best to stop herself when her first desire was to take a breath, even though she did take in just a little. Will didn’t comment about it though, and she continued to work on convincing herself that air was not a needed thing.
“The truth is, Irene, that once you realize that your new, supernatural body plays by a new set of rules, you will know that you can go without breathing almost indefinitely,” Will told her as he began to swim some laps. “The vampire body is capable of extracting everything it needs directly through the skin. In fact, if you wanted to, you could even stop your heart if you wanted to sleep for a very long time. During torpor, it isn’t needed either.”
“Why would anybody want to sleep that long?” she asked, then covered her mouth with her hand. “Sorry.”
“Sorry, my fault,” he told her. “I shouldn’t have introduced such an alien concept in the middle of your maiden voyage.”
“You’re funny,” she told him, grinning.
“Put your head under the water and try again,” he said then. The grin disappeared, and some nervous tension cropped up in its place.
“Come on, baby, you can do it,” Will said as he returned to her side. “You can trust me.”
Irene couldn’t help it; she took a breath before she went down. She held her breath so long that she finally had to let it go, but she refused to allow herself to head for the surface. She trusted Will enough that she figured once she let the breath go, the trait he was trying to teach her would automatically kick in and she would not drown. It was just her human thinking that made her believe otherwise.
Sure enough, once the bubble of air left her lungs, nothing happened. She just kept sitting there, and she felt just fine. She didn’t budge until her brain accepted that what was happening was a reality and not some kind of a cruel joke. Of course, she still took a breath instinctively when she came back up.
“You did great, baby,” said Will, hugging her to him. “You were down there much longer than I thought you would be for the first time. And now that you have that skill, you never know; it may come in handy.”
“Let’s hope not,” Irene grumbled. “It was kind of boring just sitting there, you know?”
“Well, I know how much you hate to be bored, pet,” he chuckled. “And I do remember giving you my word that I was going to make something up to you.”
Will caught her by her wrist and brought her with him to the stairs, but instead of walking up them, he pushed her roughly down and caught her by the legs, angling her around. When she realized what he was doing, she willingly spread herself open for him and lifted up her ass, allowing him to impale her on his rock-hard cock. She groaned appreciatively as his wet member slid inside of her and impacted with her cervix.
“This is our anniversary, after all,” Will growled as he drove into her again and again.
“Yes, please!” Irene pleaded softly, biting at her bottom lip as she enjoyed his unexpected action wholeheartedly.
He didn’t keep it up forever, though. Eventually he picked her up, still attached, and walked up the stairs with her, propping her on top of one of the tables. The stem of its umbrella kept bumping her in the head, so she reached up and grasped it instead. Will remained relentless in his attentions, and finally, the two of them reared up and came blissfully together.
Irene’s arms dropped, and her face crashed down on top of the glass. Will fell forward on top of her. After panting a bit, she remembered she didn’t even need to breathe.
*****
About four days later, Will and Irene brought Charles to the pool along with them. Will thought that he might be getting bored with being left alone the past three nights while they’d been having fun in the pool. As they walked to the area they favored, Irene looked toward the table with a little frown.
“Why do we even need the umbrella on this table anyway?” She wanted to know. “It’s not like we’re going to be out here when it’s time to use it.”
“It’s there for the servants,” Will shrugged.
“Servants, in the plural?” Irene asked.
“Isn’t that what you’d consider Charles to be?” Will teased.
“Well, I guess you could call him that,” she grinned. “But maybe we should give him some other job while we’re at it, so we don’t have to say, ‘our two servants are the butler and the sex slave.’”
“Why? I kind of like that,” Will chuckled.
“You suck, Will,” Charles told him.
“All the time,” he agreed.
“Then, maybe you should put that bad habit of yours to good use,” Charles said with a chuckle. “Irene does seem to like it when a man goes down.”
“Yes, so I’ve noticed,” Will said with a grin. “What do you think, pet? Would you like for me to suck on your sweet clit?”
“It sounds heavenly,” Irene replied. “Only, if you’re down there, what will Charles be doing?”
“Savoring your delectable tits?” he suggested.
“That does sound nice,” she had to admit. “But first, how about a real swim?”
“Ladies first,” Charles said with a wicked grin. He and Will now stood side by side, just watching as Irene dutifully peeled away her clothes and set them aside. With a running start, she took a dive into the deep end. Now that she didn’t have to worry about drowning, deep water had become a much easier thing than it had ever been before.
The two men joined her in the water, and they spent a while enjoying it. However, it was always with the realization that sooner, rather than later, their other need would take precedence.
Will swam up behind Irene, his hands sliding over her hips as he drew her against him. At the same time, Charles swam in front of her and caught her breasts in his hands. Together, they brought her back to the side of the pool.
“Let’s go find a lounge chair,” Will suggested in her ear, and she nodded vigorously.
They got out, and Irene laid down, stretching out on the long chair, setting her feet apart to give Will the access he required. Charles got on his knees and bent over top of her, eagerly running his hands all over her anatomy, finally focusing on her breasts just as Will’s face found one of its most favorite places.
His tongue dipped into her folds, teasing, and found its way to the sensitive nub. The combined efforts of the two men left Irene’s head reeling. She buried her hands in Charles’ hair. They didn’t let up until an orgasm ripped through her, leaving her trembling. Will, hard as a rock now, reared up and buried himself inside of her.
“Charles, play with our lady’s ass,” he said as he twisted them around so that Irene was on top of him. Her eyes lit with surprise as Charles slid two fingers into her anus without even the briefest pause. She grunted as he moved them up and down, and she felt a peculiar fullness begin to unfurl in her belly. This went on for a while, and Irene could feel her whole body growing wild.
“I think we could give it a try, Will,” said Charles hopefully.
“What do you think, Irene?”
“God, yes, please,” she said rather insistently.
“As the lady desires,” Charles said, straddling the bottom of the chair as he spit on his palm, then slathered the moisture onto the tip of his eager cock. “Ready?”
“Yes!” Irene gasped. Charles eased in, slowly and carefully, until the two men filled her completely. She groaned appreciatively, and the next thing she knew, they were all moving frantically, trying to find a mutual pace.
“Just like that!” Irene finally told them. “Oh God, that’s perfect! I think I’m going to—come!”
They kept right on moving even as she practically screamed. The men were each groaning, and then Charles came too, prompting Will to do the same.
They crashed together on the chair and didn’t move for quite some time. When they finally did, it was only because of the approaching dawn. The two vampires knew they needed to go inside.