One by one, the familiars joined Raleigh’s guests. Eventually one of them knelt in front of her and Tristan. The young man bowed his head obediently. Like the other familiars, he was exquisite in both form and features. With straight blond hair so pale it appeared white and clear creamy skin not yet ruined by the sun, he looked almost angelic in appearance.
Chloe stared at his bowed head and wondered why someone so young and beautiful would want to live his life being someone else’s food.
“Why don’t you ask him, sweet? The answer may surprise you.”
Chloe bristled at the fact that Tristan had just read her thoughts but she couldn’t resist his suggestion. She reached out her hand and touched the young man on the shoulder. His head came up and he smiled. “Yes, mistress.”
“Why do you serve them? Why do you allow yourself to be fed upon?”
The young man’s brow knitted in confusion. Obviously it was a strange question and one that had never been asked because he looked nervously at Tristan, who in turn nodded his head in encouragement.
“It’s simple. They are so much more evolved than we humans. They are cultured where we are barbarians. They cherish while we destroy. They have a respect for life while we selfishly take it. I have been a familiar for five years and I have never seen harm come to anyone. I am treated with kindness and respect. And hopefully one day, I will be given my reward—eternal life.”
The young man reached up and unbuttoned the top of his white Oxford shirt. He peeled back the collar, exposing two tiny pricks on his throat. His skin was so pale it looked almost transparent. His jugular vein stood out like a road map against his fair skin. Chloe’s attention was drawn to this lifeline, not because it was unusually thick and pronounced but because she could hear the thundering sound of the familiar’s blood flowing through the vein.
Unable to help herself, Chloe leaned over and placed her nose against the young man’s throat. Running her nostrils along the blue vein, she inhaled deeply. His blood smelled sweet and coppery. And for the first time in her new existence, Chloe had an intense yearning for human blood. Disturbed by the revelation, she pulled back from the familiar.
“Do you want to taste him?” Tristan asked, his voice sounding unusually rough and hoarse to her ears.
“N-no,” Chloe whispered. Although she yearned to.
Thankfully, Tristan didn’t push her on the subject. “It’s okay, sweet, you still need time to come to terms with this new life you have been given. All you need to do tonight is watch and learn.”
Tristan lifted his hand and beckoned the familiar to him. Without hesitation, the young man moved higher on the pillows until he was nestled against Tristan’s chest, facing Chloe. The young man slipped his shirt from his body, revealing a muscular chest and well-defined abs.
A low growl emanated from deep within Tristan’s chest, drawing Chloe’s attention. She watched him lower his head to the young man’s throat. As Tristan opened his mouth, his canines lengthened. Even though she was somewhat fearful for the young man’s life, Chloe’s heart accelerated in excitement when Tristan’s lips connected with the familiar’s skin.
Tristan opened his mouth wider and his canines pierced the young man’s skin, causing him to jerk and open his mouth in a startled gasp.
Half expecting the young man to scream his head off, like she’d seen countless times in the movies, Chloe was surprised when the familiar only sighed as if in the throes of ecstasy. He even reached up, threaded his hand in Tristan’s hair and drew him closer to him.
Chloe couldn’t help but think how erotic it was to watch them together. If it was possible, Tristan seemed even more powerful and sexy as he sucked the lifeblood from the young man’s body while he writhed on Tristan’s lap.
It wasn’t before too long that Chloe herself became aroused and she felt the need to participate. She reached her hand out and ran it along Tristan’s thigh. The muscles bunched and flexed under her caresses.
When her fingers found his crotch, she hesitated. But then she heard the deep rumble of Tristan’s growl and she smiled to herself.
The naughty boy was encouraging her.
Needing no further encouragement, Chloe cupped Tristan’s heavy weight in her hand. While he continued to feast on the familiar, she gently squeezed and caressed him until she felt him grow and become hard. Wanting to feel his hard flesh in her hand, Chloe went one step further and unzipped Tristan’s pants. She reached inside and wrapped her hands around him, his heat almost searing her skin.
However, before she could get a good grasp on him, Tristan suddenly broke free of the familiar, his mouth splattered with blood. He grabbed the back of Chloe’s head and yanked her to him, covering her mouth with his own.
His kiss was fierce almost savage in its taking. But Chloe didn’t mind, for her head was spinning out of control as she greedily drank from his lips. She couldn’t believe the bittersweet taste of the familiar’s blood. It was better than the most expensive wine. Although she wasn’t quite ready to take that final step and drink human blood, she closed her eyes in ecstasy as she settled on feasting on Tristan’s bloodstained lips.
“Enough… I’m tired of being teased, I want to fuck!” Tristan growled, tearing his lips from Chloe’s. “I know I promised to behave but I simply can’t resist touching you, kissing you, wanting to bury myself deep inside you. You drive me absolutely mad, woman. Please say you want the same.”
Despite his deception, Chloe wanted him as well. She needed him to be inside her as much as he needed to be inside her, probably more so. For no man had ever caused the raging heat that was now coursing through her body.
Her mind made up, Chloe reached up, sank her fingers into the inky black curls covering his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. When their lips met, the familiar’s blood was only a faint memory as their tongues mated.
Taking a cue from the naked bodies writhing around them, Chloe grabbed a hold of Tristan’s jacket lapels and used them to push the garment up and over his broad shoulders without breaking their passionate kiss.
Once Tristan’s arms were free, Chloe felt his hands on the back of her dress.
“Bloody hell!” he roared. “What kind of contraption is this?”
She giggled at his frustration. Although she was in the throes of passion as well, she had been able to not only divest him of his suit jacket but his dress shirt as well.
“It’s called a zipper, hothead. I’m pretty sure you’ve been on this earth long enough to know how it works.”
“I bloody well know how it works!” Tristan growled. Without warning, he grabbed the top of her bodice and yanked the dress apart, shredding it into two equal pieces.
“Tristan!” Chloe huffed. “This is my favorite dress!”
“I’ll buy you a dozen more,” he grunted.
Although she opened her mouth to protest further, he conveniently stopped her tirade by covering her mouth with his own.
Clever man, her husband.
Unwilling to fight any further, Chloe wrapped her arms around his neck and followed his lead. Sliding her tongue across his lips, she tenderly outlined their perfect fullness. Impatient and wanting to taste him, she pushed past his lips until their tongues met.
Chloe smiled to herself when she heard Tristan moan against her lips, the sound both pleasing and arousing at the same time. Despite the fact that her head was reeling, she still remembered they were in a room filled with several dozen people. Regrettably, she broke away from Tristan’s passionate kisses and her eyes settled on the familiar still sitting obediently at the foot of the pillows.
Although her first inclination was to send the young man packing, Chloe hesitated. For when she looked down at his bowed head, all she could think about was how erotic it had been to watch him with Tristan.
“Are you ready to have a taste?” Tristan whispered close to her ear.
Chloe looked away from the young man and looked into her husband’s green eyes and she didn’t see an ounce of jealousy, only understanding.
“Yes,” she replied, her mouth beginning to water as she thought about all the delicious possibilities if they added the familiar to their love play.
A sensual smile curled Tristan’s lips just before he planted a quick kiss on her lips. He then leaned over and took the familiar’s hand in his and pulled him closer.
Chloe didn’t immediately reach out and touch the young man. Instead she simply sat there and drank in his beauty. Despite her yearning, she held back because she was still unsure of Tristan’s response.
However, when Tristan began to stroke the small of her back reassuringly, Chloe felt some of her confidence return. Therefore, without further hesitation, she leaned forward and took the young man’s face in her hands then brought him nearer until he was only inches from her.
Chloe ran her thumb along the familiar’s bottom lip, admiring the softness. Licking her lips in anticipation, she looked over the young man’s shoulder and her eyes locked with Tristan’s.
“I can’t have all the fun, love,” Tristan chuckled.
Knowing that Tristan was okay with what she was doing, Chloe turned her attention back to the familiar. Closing her eyes, she lowered her head and pressed her lips against the familiar’s. For several moments, Chloe’s lips remained still, non-moving, but then the young man opened his mouth under hers.
The familiar’s lips were softer and more pliable than Tristan’s. And the fact that she kissed him in front of Tristan only made it more erotic.
Chloe’s eyes fluttered closed and a thrill of excitement coursed through her veins as she removed the remainder of her clothing. With a gentle nudge on her shoulder, Chloe fell back on the silk pillows with nothing on but her leather stilettos and an ankle bracelet. Once her head hit the pillows, Tristan immediately grabbed both of her ankles and opened her legs wide.
“What are you going to do?” Chloe panted.
“It’s time for you to have some real fun.” Although he didn’t look at her when he addressed her, Chloe knew he’d been affected by her and the familiar’s play for his voice was raspy with desire and his hands shook.
Chloe looked down and sucked in her breath when he placed his head between her parted thighs. Tristan turned his head to the side and began to kiss the inside of her thigh, slowly inching his way upward. The familiar bent his head as well, capturing her lips in another kiss.
Chloe’s head was practically reeling at the assault of emotions catapulting throughout her body, yet she managed to match the familiar in exuberance as Tristan’s tongue made a slow move up her inner thigh until it ran up against the juncture of where her thigh joined her buttocks.
Chloe buried her hands in the familiar’s pale blond hair as Tristan used his tongue to part the springy hairs covering her clit. Once she was sufficiently opened to him, Tristan swiped his tongue over her sex. He then parted his lips and drew the now-extended flesh of her clit into his mouth, alternating between sucking and tonguing the tiny bud.
“Tristan…Tristan,” Chloe panted, tearing her mouth away from the familiar’s ardent kisses. She blindly grabbed for the silk pillows beneath her as she felt the world of reality rapidly slipping away from her. The silk bunched between her fingers and her hips began to buck involuntarily, almost unseating both of her lovers. Despite her wild abandonment, both of them held on firm, the familiar latching onto one of her nipples while Tristan shifted even lower, his tongue sinking into her pussy, spearing her.
“Oh God…oh God! What are you doing to me?” Chloe cried out. Yet neither of them answered her, for it was a moot point as the familiar swirled his tongue around her areola then took the dark nipple in his mouth and began to suckle it, causing Chloe to gasp and writhe in pleasure.
Not wanting the familiar to stop, Chloe dug her hands in his hair and held his head in place. She shut her eyes tightly as thousands of emotions assaulted her senses. She’d never been loved like this her entire life. And she wasn’t so sure she would be able to do it again, the sensations were just too intense. Tristan was enough of a lover for her, but add that times two, and she seriously thought her head was going to explode.
“I’m going to come,” Chloe moaned, a white-hot heat bubbling in the pit of her belly. As it grew hotter, it became harder for her to breathe normally, signaling her impending orgasm. Yet her lovers didn’t give her any respite. Tristan’s tongue plunged in and out of her pussy and the familiar playfully nipped at her nipples.
When she finally came, her orgasm ripped through her violently, causing her to break out in a cold sweat and shake uncontrollably. Yet she had no time to savor it for Tristan grabbed a hold of her wrists and pulled her into a sitting position.
“I want you to do what you wished for earlier,” he growled into her ear. “I want you to ride my cock ‘to hell and back’.” Tristan spun her around to where she was facing away from him. As he settled himself amongst the pillows, his strong, able hands stroked her hips. With the ease of a man with the strength of twenty men, Tristan lifted her up like a rag doll and slid her down on his erect member.
Chloe quickly realized that she’d forgotten how big his cock was for the pain of having him fully seated inside her far outweighed the pleasure. Therefore it took her several drawn-out moments to accustom herself to his wide girth.
However, Tristan was impatient. His hands gripped her hips tighter and he began to guide her hips back and forth over his lap.
Chloe squeezed her eyes shut and allowed him to set the rhythm. Back and forth…back and forth…back and forth, her hips swayed slowly. It didn’t take long for her earlier discomfort to disappear and her body conformed easily to the delicious cock seated deeply within her womb.
Wanting more, Chloe set her mind on establishing her own pace. Leaning back slightly, she tightened her thighs around Tristan’s hips and began to rock her hips back and forth. As she quickened her pace, she reached down and found the tiny nubbin hiding just inside her swollen pussy lips. In an effort to heighten her pleasure, she began to rub her open palm over her clit until it became hard and distended.