Sometimes, Andre had trouble looking into Haven's clear crystal blue eyes. She would be as mild as a kitten then a minute or mood would pass and hell hath no fury like hers. He often prayed to the Virgin Mary about how vexatious she was, only to stop himself because the Virgin Mary didn't listen to the eternally damned. He found himself doing this more and more often since meeting this tempestuous girl. For some reason when he took her from her childhood home, he was absolutely certain he could control her. He had her under his thumb for a fortnight, then she took the upper hand by refusing him his greatest pleasure. She went out instead, the Lord knows what she did but Andre did not.
He only heard the morning after as he was drowning his sorrows in wine, whiskey or anything hard enough in the mid-morning, hiding in a secluded corner table. The townspeople would whisper about how they found another body, grotesquely wasted and bloodless. A streetwalker, a count's son, a barmaid or anyone really, this phenomenon struck anyone at anytime.
Andre's calloused hands rubbed his dark hair as his head sank down to the table and once again, he prayed for both of their damned immortal souls. He pleaded with the Virgin Mary to bring her back to his arms so that he could keep her safe, not that she needed it. He chuckled at the thought as consciousness slipped from his fingers and he thought that the Virgin never listened to the prayers of the immortal damned.
Haven was hunting later that night in the Latin Quarter. So many luscious young priests from Sorbonne University, so little time. It was true that they were mostly gay but that didn't bother Haven. Blood was blood and she was hungry. She had followed two boys in long brown frocks, about her age to this alley. One had longer blond hair and amazing blue eyes and the other was smaller, a darker complexion and brown hair with almost black eyes.
The blond was leading the other to a room he had made ready but the blond kept stopping on the way, kissing and caressing his shy body.
Haven could see from here the slight bulge in their smocks but more importantly, she could smell them. Staying against the wall, she had learned that she had a knack for hiding in the shadows. This was helped immeasurably when she wore black dresses made from satin or velvet, which she did often. Her hair was unadorned for hunting and laid across her shoulders and down her back in a long blond ponytail of curls. Her steps were cautious to match the blond boy's steps so she wouldn't be heard in the alley.
"Com'on, Franco, I want to show you. I want to make you happier than you have ever felt before. I want to hear...you...cry for me..." The blond one was panting now, unconsciously stroking himself through the fabric of his shift. He was getting very excited and Haven could feel need falling off him like waves. It felt delicious as she crept closer.
"No, Brother Augustine, it will hurt..." Franco whined, disturbed by the display of Augustine rubbing his cock. He tried to push him away as his Brother groped at his loincloth. He smiled into Franco's shamed face as he felt his excitement also. He began pumping it lightly as Franco leaned against him for support, closing his eyes.
"See, Franco, you like this! Just imagine what it would feel like in my...mouth." Augustine pleaded with the slightly smaller boy as he stroked his cock.
Franco gave in and allowed himself to be lead by the cock to the room that was waiting for him.
Haven watched in amusement. Catholics.
They disappeared through a heavy wooden door and Haven caught it before it closed, slipping into the room's foyer. She saw that Augustine had lead Franco into the room that was slightly off to the side of this room, they weren't aware of her. They weren't aware of much except for each other, she mused, as she searched the room for a good chair to watch from.
Augustine sat on the side of the bed and reached into Franco's robes, parting them and the loincloth that covered his erection. The blond boy took great care as he freed it. His hands still stroked it, increasing the hardness but then brought it to his lips softly. He was rewarded with a moan as his lips encompassed the head, Franco exhaled and closed his eyes, concentrating on the feeling.
Haven watched from the other room, she had an excellent view of their coupling from a safe distance. She has never seen men in a sexual situation but this intrigued her.
Augustine was engulfing more and more of the head. Poor Franco was not going to last long as he began to buck his hips and lift his feet from the floor, trying to get a better angle. The blond knew what was coming so he opened his mouth and shoved the cock to the back of it. As soon as he closed his mouth over it and began to suck, Franco let out a desperate cry. His body thrust forth and buried the rest of his hardness in the older boy's throat.
"Oh yes...brother!!!" He moaned, spent from his exertions.
Augustine released his cock from his mouth and Franco dropped heavily into bed, closing his eyes peacefully. His thick erection growing flaccid but still showing through his robes.
