Endangered Ch. 10

Her warm lips found his neck, followed by her fangs. Strong arms slipping around his shoulders, the vampire squeezed him like an almost empty tube of toothpaste. She moaned in satisfaction as he splashed hot and nourishing across her tongue.

"Miss me, beautiful?" he teased, kissing into the chestnut hair flowing over her neck as she fed. Chris chuckled when she didn't respond, putting his hands under her large thighs for support as he finally spared a glance around at the other women in the room, realising that both Hailey and Michelle were witness to the spectacle.

"Well, thank goodness you arrived. She was becoming downright scary," Claire sounded both relieved, and a little humorous.

"She's done this before?" Chris asked, rubbing a hand up and down his thirsty vampire's spine as she fed slowly, contentedly. At least she was learning constraint there. The strange experience was much more pleasant when she didn't latch on like an industrial vacuum cleaner. "I heard some of the argument, you guys were pretty loud."

"Yeah, she's jumped the queue a few times," Annabel moved closer to the pair cautiously. "I've never seen her as bad as that though, her eyes were almost black."

"She must be quite hungry," Petra agreed, looking stunning as ever as she sat at the kitchen bar in a dark blue dress that couldn't make up its mind if it wanted to be a negligee or not.

"You should have just agreed with her," Susan tutted from the kitchen. "It's not worth the risk. Vampires can go a little crazy when they're starving."

"She's probably right, Annabel," Chris agreed, even as said vampire harrumphed quietly against his skin, showing she was at least still attending the conversation. "Lillian's need is almost medical when she's truly hungry, she does require some special access at times."

"Okay, I understand that, but I'm just worried that we are beginning to form a pattern of her bullying her way into extra nights with you."

"That's also a valid point," he admitted. "And we're going to have to find a solution somehow. I can't have my vampire challenging my First."

"I think I should be in charge of punishment!" Immi cackled from a bar stool, her slender blue legs coming nowhere near the floor.

"Who said anything about punishment?" Chris wondered to himself.

"You know what?" Annabel grinned wickedly. "I think I like that idea. You can crack the proverbial whip for me, Immi."

"There's not going to be anything proverbial about it," Immi grinned wickedly as she eyed the greedy vampire.

"Oh, God," Claire laughed. "You're screwed, Lillian."

"I'd better be soon if this dragon knows what's good for him," she finally spoke up, nibbling rather firmly at the bulge of his trapezius, the muscle tense as he supported her weight.

"Ouch! Okay, okay," he set her down and pointed toward the waiting darkness of his bedroom. "Go. I'll be there in a minute."

She didn't go quickly, making a show of clinging to him before finally allowing him to peel away. The strut she employed in her seemingly reluctant departure was beyond ridiculous, but it still captured his attention like a moth to a flame. The smouldering look she shot over her shoulder as she disappeared set his cock throbbing, pleading to chase after the lusty goddess without delay.

He looked guiltily back to the other ladies, they'd all seen his eyes follow the vampire.

"Ahh... No punishments just yet. Sorry, Immi," he recovered. "Did anyone find out how her trip went?"

"She had to kill someone, but she managed to reign in the hotheads," Michelle spoke up from the living room. "So, that's about as well as expected."

"You'd better hurry, dinner is almost ready," Annabel sighed, still a little testy about Lillian's disrespect. "I suppose I should just keep yours in the oven?"

"You're the best. Sorry, Dee," he took her in his arms and kissed her forehead. "Duty calls."

"More like booty calls," she countered sarcastically.

Claire's beautiful laughter seemed to melt the darker mood that hung over the women after the confrontation. She joined their embrace, hugging both he and Annabel from the side. Emerald eyes glittered delightedly as her hand expertly found his cloth-trapped erection.

"Let's not pretend you don't love pounding the shit out of that fat-assed vampire."

Chin raised, she met his startled look and reached down to his tumescence provocatively.

"Guilty," he gasped, trying to focus on anything but her teasing.

"Then don't let her fuck up your pussy ecosystem."

"My...ec... ecosystem?" he stuttered.

"Yes." She abandoned his throbbing member and turned to his First. "Annabel, I love you like a... a sister? A great friend? I don't know, we're brood-buddies, right?"

"Absolutely!"

"I don't... Lillian's not the same," the young dragoness shrugged, looking back up to Chris to see if he understood. It was tricky to explain. She slipped out of their arms, moving to stand with her mother and stealing a sip of the fresh-squeezed juice she was drinking before continuing. "I don't get the same good vibes from her, and I certainly wouldn't want our kids around when she has a vamp-tantrum."

She wondered what her mate had to say about that. At least he appeared to be taking a thoughtful moment or two to consider his response.

His brow furrowed as he finally elevated his gaze to meet both dragoness' concerned looks. The approaching meteoric impact of fatherhood weighed heavily on him, a responsibility from which there was no hiding.

"I think you'd be surprised, she's very protective. I'll talk to her though, she was out of line today. But you also need to cut her some slack, she's going through a lot."

"We know, and it's not too bad," Annabel consoled, watching the emotions play across his handsome features. "We're all new at this, Lillian especially."

"She deserves our patience and support," Petra agreed, nudging her daughter playfully. "It wasn't so long ago that you were the one causing a stir, remember, dear?"

"It's true," the redhead admitted, her hand resting peacefully on her slightly rounded tummy as her mind raced back to that first glorious afternoon when they'd coupled for hours on end.

"Bridges?" Annabel asked almost teasingly.

"Fucking bridges," he smiled ruefully, the upwelling of love he felt for these women making his eyes water for a happy moment.

"Try giving Lillian a good spanking," Susan tittered, completely shattering his lovestruck musing. "Your father used to do things to his vampire lover that would've had me avoiding chairs for weeks, but the woman seemed to love every second of it if her screams were any way to judge."

"A spanking, aye?" Chris recovered, catching Annabel around the waist without warning and lifting her off the ground. She shrieked happily as he swept her into the kitchen. "A spanking might work on a good, God-fearing, Laramie girl..."

"Ahh! Haha, no, don't... stop!" His First half protested, half giggled, slapping at his chest as he manhandled her threateningly. He was all bark though, and she landed breathlessly on her feet only moments later. She sniffed, the first scents of caramelisation drew her focus to the fragrant pots bubbling on her stovetop, and she moved to stir them.

"My point, is that I hardly think a good spanking is going to resolve the behavioural problems of a five-hundred-year-old vampire courtesan." He flashed a knowing look at Petra, meeting her twinkling green eyes. "So far my experience indicates that she finds it quite pleasurable, so it's just as likely to reinforce bad behaviour."

"It's all about application," Petra devouring him with her gaze. "Some women respond well to a firm hand and a short leash in the bedroom, even finding it brings a certain peace of mind for the rest of the day. If you know what I mean, lover?"

The corners of her eyes were so beautiful when she smiled like that, worrying her plump lower lip between white teeth.

"I think I know exactly what you mean, minx. Don't forget to remind me next time the opportunity presents itself."

"Mmhh, I can't wait," the blonde dragoness shifted restlessly in her seat.

"Would anyone else like to volunteer?" he asked cheekily, meeting each woman's eyes in turn. Susan demurred, blushing furiously and Annabel just shook her ass at him and waggled a disapproving finger over her shoulder as she tended to dinner.

"Me! Me, me, me, me!" Immi almost launched herself into the ceiling with her frantic flapping.

"Of course you, little one," he laughed. "That was assumed."

"I'd like to try," Claire admitted "So long as you're not too rough. Hey, you should try giving Lillian some itch, it always makes me all warm and cuddly inside for days."

"I agree. It's a delightful sensation, for a dragoness at least." A frustrated shriek of impatience echoed through the wall, and Petra laughed. "I think you'd better go see to your vampire before she tears your bedroom apart."

He decided to sally forth before the lusty creature burst free, and he was forced to suffer the indignity of his brood's instruction as she took him on the kitchen floor.

"Have fun, babe," Annabel called after him. "But please try to make it quick, we were all going to watch a movie after dinner."

Chris was almost at the bedroom door when he remembered the two other women. It was only fair that he go check on them too, especially Hailey, who'd only just begun to hang around the suite in the evenings.

"Hailey, Michelle, sorry about all this. Are you okay?" he asked as he walked back into the living room.

"I'm fine," Michelle looked up from her tablet, brushing an errant lock of dark hair behind her ear. "That was moderately entertaining, but I guess we'll have to find some other time for that... activity we discussed earlier."

"I look forward to it," he smiled, turning to the petite blonde and her stack of research papers. "Hailey?"

"A little shaken," she admitted, a finger holding her place in the additional figures section of an article about the availability of water on Mars. "I swear Lillian's eyes could have sucked the blood right out of me. I don't think it's wise for you two to be away from each other for more than a few days if that's the result."

"You're absolutely correct. We should have thought about what might happen if either of us was delayed. At the very least, Lillian should have a small bank of my blood put away for emergencies. What are you reading about there?"

"Oh, it's nothing much," Hailey put the article down entirely to beam up at him. "Just a new study. Nerdy space stuff, you know me. You'd better go see to Lillian. She doesn't strike me as the patient sort."

"You're right about that too, beautiful," he leaned in and kissed her forehead affectionately.

***

Lillian was a vision, waiting naked for him on the bed, pale skin glowing in the light coming through from the bathroom. Powerful, lithe, and possessing a seemingly bottomless well of sensual confidence, she reminded him of a lazy, big cat waiting to pounce.

Yet, a darker thing still dwelt in her core. It was there, right behind her laser-focused eyes. The lovely warm hazel colour might have returned with her light feeding, but he knew her inner beast lay close to the surface. Good.

Pounce she did, as soon as he abandoned his clothes. She practically threw him onto the bed with her telekinetic power.

The warmth of her smooth thigh on his skin as she straddled him was delightful, making his cock throb and leak. Alabaster curves jiggled delightfully as she settled slowly, purposefully into his lap. Chris watched in awe as her engorged, dewy womanhood spread open with her powerful legs. Finally, the heat of her sex settled onto the thick root of his erection, bathing his weighty balls in the first slippery moisture she dripped.

He propped himself up and they kissed a little, but he couldn't resist pushing her backward in his lap to worship her bounteous breasts. The large, pebbled areola that topped those pale mountains of soft perfection deserved extra attention. And so, he lapped, sucked, and even grated his teeth gently against her sensitive flesh until her light brown nipples were swollen and she moaned his name in protest. His calloused hands roamed the sexy curves of her lower back, running up her flanks so his thumbs could tease the bulging side-slopes of snowy tit.

All the while, her smooth, ripe womanhood squirmed up and down along the underside of his throbbing cock, her hips hunching languidly. She looked him straight in the eyes, a fang-filled exhalation of excitement on her lips.

They both gasped in delight when, with a helping hand, his angry red cockhead finally slipped into her clinging, buttery furrow. With practised ease, she hitched her hips, sitting deeper into his lap as he slid home. Barely half of him was inside when her womanhood seemed to boil over with pleasure.

"Fuck yessss," she hissed quietly, eyelids fluttering as the sudden climax began to roll over her.

Chris watched in awe as her thighs quivered, her powerful muscles tensing and spasming as she cried out wordlessly. His throbbing cock was in heaven as she came, awash in her hot nectar. Her inner muscles squeezed him, seeming to urge him deeper. With a grunt, he wrapped his arms around her hourglass waist and forced her downward until her fluttering quim swallowed him completely. It earned him a few scratches across his shoulders, but the weight of her pliant, warm ass finally settled in his lap more than made up for it.

Eye to eye, Chris leaned forward across her pillowed breasts to kiss her again. His beautiful, pregnant vampire. But the hungry fiend had other, tastier things to wrap her lips around. As they began to fuck, slowly at first, she latched onto the strong, excited pulse of his jugular once more.

They rocked together, his iron hard cock locked in her slippery, steaming embrace. She surrounded him, sucking him deeper with every caress of hot, pink flesh. They were the perfect sexual match, made for each other, and she cried out as he filled her to the brim.

When she threw her head back and began an almost guttural keening, he knew her second orgasm was a monster. He held still as she thrashed above him, pulling his head into her cleavage in a credible attempt to drown him in soft, sweaty jiggling.

He grinned up at her as a gush of warmth spread over his churning testicles and into his lap. Locked in a death grip by her strong arms and rippling womanhood, he let his own fangs grow and carefully sank the very tips into the pale skin just above her pebbled areola. His itch rushed into her bloodstream, its fey magic seeming to extend her climax almost torturously until she pushed him away and rolled to the side.

His raging cock was rudely abandoned with an audible squelch, glistening and streaked with her fluids. She curled into a ball beside him and shook, overstimulated as enormous aftershocks of pleasure raced through her inundated nerves.

Chris wasn't anywhere near done with her though, and his throbbing penis demanded its immediate return to her molten embrace. She offered no resistance when he stood and dragged her across the sheets to the corner of the bed. Covering her body with his own, he kissed and nuzzled at her flushed breasts and soft neck as she recovered.

"Let her out, Lillian," he whispered when her brown eyes finally regained focus. Smoothing back her long, flowing hair, he took her face in his hands and pressed their noses together. "For the rest of the night, I want you to release her. Let go, and let me take care of you."

"Chris, I..."

"It's okay, my love," he soothed, thumb brushing across her flushed cheek. "It's part of who you are, and I love every bit. Let her out, please."

He watched as she hesitantly accepted his request, her beautiful eyes darkening. There seemed to be an internal struggle going on because she twitched beneath him, tensing momentarily before a shudder ran through her lush frame and the beast was back.

"Hello, beautiful," he smiled down at the vampiress, expressive eyes replaced with bottomless black once again.

"Thank you, young one," she nudged up into his face like an affectionate feline, her wicked black claws tracing carefully across his back. "It's nice to come out and play."

"Well," he chuckled, spreading her legs and raising his hips to slot the huge tip of his manhood back into the frilly wet of her coral-flushed inner labia. He didn't sink deeper despite the inviting wiggle of her hips, just thrust minutely back and forth between her puffy, stretched lips. "We can play. But when we're done, you're going to stay with me, and we're going back out there to watch a movie with the girls. And you're going to play nice."

One of her eyebrows cocked upward as he spoke, a challenging smirk growing on her lips.

"Is that so, little dragon? Well, I don't... Fuuuuuuck!"

He thrust into her savagely, spearing her to the bed and mashing downward to grind his spongy helmet against her cervix.

"You will do this for me!" he growled, circling his hips, stirring his throbbing cock inside her. "You will respect my mates."

"Yes," she croaked, her sneer melting into a lidded expression, exultant and loving.

Squirming beneath him, she raised her long legs until her knees almost touched her shoulders. He couldn't help flexing his pulsing erection inside her as she aligned their hips. He was saddled to do some serious deep trenching, and it appeared that was exactly what she wanted.

With only token resistance, he gathered her taloned hands above her head and held them there as he reared back and sank slowly but undeniably back to her core.

"Unngg... dah! Feed me that big dick, that's just what I need. Hold me down and take me!"

His member slid against every sensitive fold, stretching her delightfully. Those deep blue eyes of his, so intense and loving, seemed to fill her wicked, vampiric soul just as thoroughly as the pillar of male godhood dominating her greedy, juicy cunt.

Her breath rushed out of her heaving, swaying chest as he began to rut. Leisurely, powerful thrusts at first, building quickly to use every ounce of his inhuman strength. His heavy scrotum slapped wetly against her upturned ass, the room filling with the heady fug of messy, unrestrained sex.

Gone was the vampire's smirk of superiority. The ancient courtesan's cheeks were rosy, flushed as she moaned out her approval of his lusty efforts. He was beginning to breathe heavily under the pleasurable assault of ploughing his beefy cock in and out of her soft heat. He savoured sinking to the root, mashing her swollen little pleasure bean at the base of his cock. He loved when their smooth pubic mounds collided as he plumbed her depths. She seemed to like that too, squirming and hunching her hips to meet his every lunge.

With, savage, pounding thrusts, he fucked Lillian hard and fast. It made her enormous breasts ripple and sway hypnotically, her nipples grazing his skin whenever he wasn't trying to capture them between his lips. Their bodies slapped together loudly, drowning out all but the vampire's loudest screams of approval. He was rough in ways he would never be with his other women, abusing her undead strength and resilience as he gripped her hips and thighs for purchase. His cock was in heaven, racing to orgasm as he ploughed through his mate's velvet furrow like a prize stallion.

"Shiiit, I'm cuummming again!" Lillian squealed, legs kicking uncontrollably, and toes curling as her powerful body tried to throw him off. She was drowning in pleasure, but he was not to be denied his own release.

"That's it," he coaxed hotly in her ear as she flooded around his cock. "Let it all out. I'm going to come soon. Tell me you want it, my dirty little piglet."