~~Damien~~
His leg worked again. Barely, but it did. Tomorrow night, he'd go back to work, helping the Invictus secure their borders and priority locations against Carthian fingers.
But for the moment, he'd enjoy what was left of his free time with his lover.
He eased his hips back, and gently pushed them forward, until every inch of his girth sank into his girlfriend's trembling body. Once he was snug inside her, he spent a few seconds lightly caressing her ass, before he lifted his hand, and spanked it, earning a weak whimper from Fiona, and a hard clench of her exhausted muscles. They'd been making love for a long time now, and with a belly full of Fiona's blood, he intended to go for a while yet.
He smiled down at her. Drained of blood, she was barely awake, head turned and resting on her pillow, ass in the air. If not for him holding her hips, she would have fallen over.
They were in her apartment. Her cozy, small, cheap apartment. Thin walls meant the neighbors likely heard the mewls Fiona made; Damien could definitely hear the neighbors, at least. But there was something comely about being with his love in this environment. Cushy, according to Fiona. Quaint, according to Maria. They usually had sex in his apartment, or in her nightmare realm, but they had fun here sometimes as well.
He looked around in the darkness of her apartment; she liked the lights off, which made sense, considering she was a shadow monster. He grinned at the bed, at the bright pink cover, and the various stuffed animals. Most of them had fallen off the bed, but Fiona clutched one now, snuggling into a big brown bear with a trembling arm. He almost felt dirty, fucking her from behind, spanking her, Kissing her, when the apartment made her seem so innocent. She was anything but innocent.
He smiled at the nearby laptop and the cute cat and frog stickers on it. He smiled at the vanity desk and the cute toys she'd arranged on it to look like a family of anthropomorphized animals having a meal around her makeup kit. He smiled at the posters on the walls, some of pop bands, some of cutesy cartoon animals, and one a rather detailed painting of a blue whale and unicorn swimming through the cosmos.
Fiona had the decor sense of an eclectic thirteen-year-old girl.
Chuckling to himself, he gently eased his length out of her squeezing, drenched insides, until only the head of his cock remained inside her, before he slowly pushed back into her yet again. No need to rush things. He'd cum once already, she'd cum half a dozen times, and their inhuman bodies would let them go for as long as they wished. He felt like giving her body a break, and letting her recover before he'd build her up to another onslaught.
He spent a few moments caressing her large ass cheeks, fingertips teasing along her pinked skin from earlier spanks, before he gave her ass another slap. Instant pleasure. The exhausted woman mewled, clutched her teddy bear tight, and clenched on his shaft hard. She cracked open her eyes, her left cheek pressed to her pillow, and she managed to peek at him before it closed again as she--
"Damien."
Damien froze and whipped his head to the side. Every muscle, every fiber, every ounce of vitae and Beastly instinct he had kicked into high gear. Sword? Where? By the door. Leg? Working well enough he could move, and jam vitae through it if he had to. Fiona? Out of commission. She was awake, but only barely, deep in a post-Kiss bliss coma. He... he knew that voice.
"Athalia?"
"Indeed."
Slowly, he released the building tension in his body. Fiona turned her head to look toward her closet where the voice was coming from, but otherwise she made no movement. Hell, her eyes were barely open as it was.
"What're you doing here?"
"Watching you have sex with Fiona, evidently."
At least it was Athalia's human voice, and not the raspy voice of her alien, skeletal form. How did she get in Fiona's closet? She hadn't been there before. Ah, right, the lair. The Begotten had connected their lairs, and could move swiftly between locations that were attached to those lairs. Fiona had a door to her lair in her closet; they'd used it before. Athalia had come through it, silent as a... shadow monster.
He frowned and tried to back away from his lover. Of course, doing that stirred Fiona from her coma, and she pushed her ass toward him, even as she reached behind her and grabbed his hand, her other arm still wrapped around her teddy bear. Her grip was weak, but the point was clear: keep going.
"Did you invite Athalia, Fiona?"
"M... Maybe."
He rolled his eyes, and spanked her again. Mistake. Fiona whimpered, and pushed her ass toward him as she clenched. By the Lord, this woman.
Another whisper from the darkness. "Finish up, we can talk after. I'll wait."
"I'd prefer--"
"Don't worry, I won't spy."
It wasn't like Damien wanted to stop, not with a belly full of blood, and with Fiona whimpering for him to keep going. And not just regular blood either, Fiona's blood. Thinking straight was borderline impossible. The desire, the hunger, it tingled along his skin and buried his mind in fog.
It took only seconds to forget about Athalia, and start fucking his lover again, and this time much harder. For another twenty minutes.
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He slipped on his boxers, and threw open the closet door. Athalia stood there, arms folded across her chest, and a strange smile on her face. He knew that smile. That was a mischievous smile. Fiona often used the same one. Seeing it on Athalia was strange though. He figured a stone better capable of the expression, but apparently not.
"You... spied."
She chuckled. An even stranger phenomena than her smiling.
"Yes, I did. She seemed to be enjoying herself quite a bit, and you seemed enthralled."
"It's her blood. It affects me in--"
"Yes yes I know, she's told me all about it." Nodding, the tall, dark-skinned woman sat on the side of the bed, reached out, and pat Fiona's shoulder. She lay under the covers, still snuggling her teddy bear, and had fallen asleep the moment Damien had finished. "She really has absurdly huge tits for a little thing, doesn't she?"
"It's enough to make a Mekhet nervous."
"Huge tits?"
He blinked at her. "Knowing you can show up here and get this close, without me being able to sense you coming."
She smirked. "Be happy I'm an ally, then."
He raised a brow, watching her as he put his suit pants on. And she watched him, her cold expression less cold, even appreciative. She liked what she saw.
"What?" she said after a time. "You're attractive. I can see what Fiona sees in you."
"I like to think she sees more than just an attractive vampire."
"Of course. She probably also sees an emo vampire fantasy, too."
He frowned. She rolled her eyes, and laughed. Who was this woman? This was not the Athalia he remembered, the Athalia that betrayed them during the assault on the hunters all those months ago.
"We love each other."
"Yes, I know. I'm only kidding."
