“So, Charles, are you going to just drink this straight, or do you want it in a drink?” Will asked him as Irene held her wrist over a glass and let some of her blood run into it. When it looked like about the right amount, he grasped her wrist again and gave it a loving kiss, at the same time using his saliva to close the wound. In moments, the cut was completely healed.
“Hey, I’ve been hunting,” he scoffed. “If I can eat deer liver while it’s still warm, I should easily manage this.”
“Good man,” Will smirked, handing him the glass. “Drink up.”
Charles was probably three quarters of the way done when he started to gag. Will chuckled as he took the glass from his hand again. “Let’s keep the rest for after you get sick.”
“Hey man, I’m fine,” he insisted.
“It happens to everyone the first time,” Will told him. “Best not try to hold it in. It’ll only make it worse, my friend.”
Charles ran over to the sink and turned the water on, then emptied the contents of his stomach rather loudly. When he was finished, he turned around, looking much less green around the gills.
“Well, you did much better than I thought you would,” said Will, clapping him on the shoulder. “Now, a bit of explanation. You have not been made into a vampire, but you may experience some of the same sensations. With the amount you drank, you should not experience any cravings for human blood, and you should not begin to change. If you do, the next dose needs to be decreased.”
“Do I get sick every time?” he asked, wiping at his mouth.
“Hopefully not,” Will shrugged. “In any case, I need to get up to my office and take care of a few things I’ve been neglecting, and I believe Irene has expressed a similar sentiment. I’ll ring for Hiram and have him continue to fill you in. Hiram is a ghoul as well, under my control for many years. We’re almost to the point where he must decide if he wants to turn or simply let his life end.”
“If you would turn him, why don’t you just turn me?”
Will scoffed. “First, it’s not up to me. Second, and probably more importantly, you haven’t done anything to earn immortality. Your disrespect for your wife and children does not deserve that kind of a reward, don’t you think?”
“Hey, it wasn’t just me, you know,” he complained. “Nancy wanted to leave. I was just trying to give her an excuse, and she was pretty quick to use it. I never forced her out the door.”
“I say we never discuss this topic again,” said Will with a frown. “We will maintain Nancy and her household using my means, and she will never know that you and Bubbles haven’t run off someplace. It will be best if you do not attempt to see your children again until you have adapted to all the changes you’re about to face. The first few months will not be a picnic.”
Will stepped over and pressed the button on the kitchen’s intercom. “Hiram? Where are you? We’ve returned, and you’re needed in the kitchen.”
“Right away, sir,” came his reply, and soon he entered and saw that they’d brought a friend.
“Another unexpected event, sir?” he teased.
“Irene has just made herself a ghoul,” Will said, shrugging. “You know every vampire can use at least one. Could you give him a room in the west wing, please? And tell him of his duties and what he can expect in his new life, as I’m sure he’ll have plenty of questions. He’s a college professor, after all.”
“As you wish, sir,” said Hiram, grasping Charles by the wrist. “Come along with me, and don’t dawdle. You’re probably going to pass out, and carrying you up the stairs is not in my job description. Got it?”
Will and Irene watched them go, then headed upstairs themselves. They settled down quietly together in the library, with Irene going over her notes and writing some scene with a pen while Will worked diligently away on the computer once again.
“What do you keep doing on there, anyway?” Irene finally asked curiously.
“I am an archiver, of sorts,” he explained. “Our clan keeps documentation of all events involving vampire activity, and I receive emails which document them. It’s up to me to type them all into the archive.”
“Why do you do that? Keep an archive like that, I mean?”
“These notes reach back into antiquity, to the time when the Arimathean was first turned,” he explained. “Who would I be if I was the one to break such a very long chain? It is the duty of the second son to keep it all straight, and that second son is me.”
“Second son to who?”
“To our branch of the clan. To the Knights. My father, James, is the head of the branch, and my older brother, Zach, is his heir,” he said. “We also have a third brother, Alex, though, from an early age, he was often never there. Refused to uphold his duty and fight, refused to report back regularly to the familial home. My father has all but washed his hands of him, really.”
“And these things you’re typing in? They are written to you by them?”
“Hardly ever by them,” he scoffed. “You see, our branch contains over sixty members. It is the other members who are sending me dates, deeds, and outcomes. It’s nothing elaborate, just memories. It’s not unlike the Biblical text where somebody begat somebody, and it goes on and on about them. Except I add a bit more detail than that.”
“But I mean—what do you guys plan on doing with the thing?” she persisted. “You can’t publish it, since you’re trying to keep your existence a secret. And just having a clunky, huge, old document seems like a waste of time.”
“It’s a historical text,” he shrugged. “Someday, we’ll preserve it somewhere, and, centuries later, somebody else will dig the thing up. That’s just the way it goes.”
“Yeah, I guess so,” she agreed.
*****
When they woke up the following evening, Will and Irene decided to check in on Charles. Irene went in first and gave the man a little shake. “Hey, are you awake yet?”
“I’ve been awake for a while now,” he said with a sigh as he rolled onto his back, revealing his raging hard-on. “I don’t know if it’s because it’s vampire blood, or specifically because it’s your blood, but I sure as hell like something about that stuff.”
Will laughed. “It’s probably the combination of both, actually. But being close to her is likely to make it worse. Irene, why don’t you go ahead and top him off? I’m down for viewing a good head job.”
Irene snickered. “What about you, Charles? Could you use some topping off?”
“God, yes,” he said hopefully. “Please, Mistress?”
Irene got a salacious look on her face as she tugged the blanket out of the way. She licked her lips eagerly, making both of the men groan. “Well then, I suppose I ought to take care of that,” she said as she began to dance her fingers up and down his shaft.
“Taste him, pet,” Will said huskily.
Her smile widened as she leaned down and slowly took Charles into her mouth, taking a page out of Will’s playbook and enjoying the way he held back a frustrated groan. His fingers had slid down his belly and were resting on the button of his fly, making Irene salivate even more.
Charles’ cock was now stuffed all the way to the back of her throat. She hummed, tickling it. His mew of delight was most satisfactory. She began to move up and down, sometimes tilting her head to one side or the other. She loved the control she had over the man.
His mewling turned to whimpering and then to moaning as she continued her onslaught, working him up until he was ready to explode, and then letting go. She watched his cum spurt in long, white strings that splattered onto the blankets, the sheets, and even onto herself.
She suddenly felt Will’s hands tugging up her blouse. He pulled it off and tossed it aside, and Irene yelped deliciously when his lips began to nibble at her ear.
“Charles, you’ve made quite a mess here,” he chuckled. “I’ll just bet you’d love to get a bit more of that out of there, eh?”
Grinning up at them, he asked, “What did you have in mind?”
“I’m thinking maybe you really like to get behind,” Will chuckled. “Have you ever done that while another man enjoyed the woman at the same time?”
Irene’s eyes went wide, hearing that. “Hold on, now, boys. That particular spot is still untried.”
“Is it really?” asked Will curiously. “You mean, with Charles being such an ass man, he was never able to talk you into that? Well, well, I suppose we’ll have to save that for another time. These things work best when the target of our affections is properly primed.”
“What does that mean?” she asked suspiciously.
“It means, pet, that you and I are going to start teaching that sweet hole of yours how to play,” he teased, raking his fingers over her exposed breasts. “I want you to be ready for anything. Because you never know what you might need to do to keep our food interested in playing.”
“I’d gladly help you out with that,” said Charles.
“Oh, I don’t doubt that one bit,” Will chuckled. “But, for now, I’ll play with her ass, and you can suck on these glorious tits.”
“Not a problem,” said Charles agreeably. “Come here, Irene; lean over top of me.”
Irene crawled forward, lifting her ass in the air and thrusting her breasts into Charles’ face. At first, it felt strange having Will’s fingers playing with her anus, but soon enough, she realized it felt rather nice. One finger inside of her, and then two. At the same time, his other hand snuck around to the front to give her clit a rub too.
She really thought she was going to explode.