Unlike many of my kind, I do not kill my food. I do not keep a house full of willing, or unwilling slaves. My housemates, which are really what they are, no matter where we choose to live, call themselves my pets, simply because if they do not claim to belong to me, they would be prey for any of my kind living near us. But they are equals to me, loves, all three of them, and I couldn't imagine life, or unlife, without them. It doesn't prevent me, however, from having a little fun with them.
"Katrin," Merryn said my name as I stepped into the door. She wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing, and though she was still wearing the glamour that made her look human, she was lovely. "You're home late. The boys became impatient." She stepped up to me and took my brief case from my hand, setting it on the little rack where we kept shoes and the like beside the door. She kissed my lips softly in greeting, and tasted sweet, like the apple brandy she was fond of.
Merryn was a nymph, which was why our houses were always full of flowers and things that grew. It was also why her human guise, her womanly shape, was so pleasing to the eye and lovely. Long dark blond hair fell around her shoulders and down her back in curls that were soft and gentle. Her hips, thighs and belly were smooth without being round, lean without being muscular, and her arms hid strength and power beneath their suppleness. She had breasts that were full, but not large, with pert little nipples that liked being shown off inside our home, and her ass was tight, and firm, which drew your attention to it as she walked around.
"Are you hungry?" she asked, nearly purring as she drew back, pulling me with her by both of her small hands on mine. "Let's get you comfortable and you can have a snack while we watch the boys put on a show." She led me to my favorite chair, a heavy recliner covered in soft suede fabric, and turned back to me to unzip my skirt. Carefully she undressed me, making sure each article of clothing was folded and set aside neatly, so it wouldn't wrinkle. She made a soft, appreciative noise once I was standing only in my bra, panties, hose and garter, and guided me to sit in the chair. Then, ever so carefully, she oozed into my lap, sitting across it, and baring her throat to me. My hands slid greedily over her pert little bottom as my lips brushed across the thick vein in her throat, teeth sinking down, opening it up. She moaned in pleasure as my fangs retracted, and I covered the two little punctures with my lips, sucking softly.
The boys she'd mentioned were Paulo and Johannes, a pair of were-lynxes, who I believe were the real reason none of my kind bothered us. They were rare, and beautiful creatures in their animal shapes; Paulo dark, with ruddy fur the color of rust, and Johannes light, with belly fur like newly fallen snow, and dark grey fur on his back and tail. Fierce fighters, and quite territorial, Paulo and Johannes had approached me and Merryn a few hundred years ago. They were from different parts of the world, but had similar interests, and once they'd become friends, they'd become inseparable. Knowing we were headed to the New World, they asked if we would take them along, and soon they'd begun to include us into their tiny pride.
They were, however, the most impatient lovers. Since I had been late coming home from work, they'd begun undressing each other on the couch, which was evident by the strewn clothing all around them. Paulo, who was a hair more submissive than Johannes, was short, and thickly muscled. He had dark hair, and skin that, though it rarely saw the light of day anymore, stayed bronzed, like he'd just stepped off of a beach. In our sex-play, he always took the submissive role, and he was on his haunches in front of Johannes, with the taller man's cock deep down his throat.
Where Paulo was thick and squat, Johannes was sleek and lean. He had hair the color of his back fur, but eyes the color of ice. His long frame was stretched out languidly as his fingers buried themselves in the thick mane of Paulo's hair. Johannes was the only one who ever challenged my authority, and, if I am being honest, it made me hotter than the scene playing out in front of me. His icy blue stare met mine across the room and his lips quirked up in a little smirk. I drew back from Merryn's throat, licking the wound clean, and felt her shudder against me, as I kept my gaze locked with Johannes'.
"Thank you, love," I breathed against the nymph's ear. "Why don't you go and help Paulo with Johannes." Momentarily, I slid my fingers between her thighs and felt the heat there. I had been with Merryn for so long, I knew exactly how wet she got when I fed from her. She whimpered, but she followed my suggestion, slithering off my lap and joining the boys on the couch across from me. She, too, lowered her gaze when Johannes looked at her, but she climbed onto the couch beside him and caught his lips, giving him a sweet, tender kiss. Then, lying down on her belly, probably so that I might watch her little ass while she did so, she wiggled her face in close to Paulo's. They kissed, briefly, and she giggled as he guided Johannes' cock toward her lips. The two began to share him, both kissing, and licking, often brushing their tongues together, or kissing around his flesh.
Johannes began to lose his carefully controlled cool. His eyes fluttered, and he groaned, biting his lip as his pleasure began to rise. "You aren't going to join us?" he asked me, but his thickly accented voice was rough with desire, and he could no longer meet my gaze.
