Fear Pt. 02

"We didn't know!" Cried the silent woman, "please... They killed our friends, our family, and anyone who refused to fight... We didn't have a ch-"

The young woman was cut off as Brittany hauled her to her feet. But before the young woman could scream, Brittany threw her arms around her. Embracing the scared young woman.

"You're safe now," Brittany said softly, "all three of you are safe, I promise." She gestured for Gregory to remove their bindings. "We will have to keep an eye on you for now, but we have a room for you to all share. Please follow me."

John watched in silent amusement, as the three youngsters had stunned expressions on their faces. They quickly stumbled in the same direction as Brittany, as she lead them to the last empty bedroom. It wasn't until they had actually entered the room, when it dawned on them that they weren't about to die. Soft gasps escaped their lips as they saw the inside of the room. Brittany handed them each a blood pack, and showed them where they could find towels and spare clothes, before informing them dinner would be delivered. John caught several tearful glances just before Brittany closed and locked the door.

"I'll check on them later," she said softly, with a smile.

Without another word, she turned and walked into the main bedroom. John followed without a word. Closing the door behind him, John only made a single step into the room before being slammed into the wall. Hoisted off his feet, he was pinned in place by Brittany. Red faced and puffy, he could see tears rolling down her cheeks. She held him for a few seconds, opening and closing her mouth like she wanted to say something, but the words wouldn't come out. She relaxed her grip, letting John back down onto his feet, before collapsing to her knees and pressing herself against his legs.

Brittany was sobbing softly, "please John... Don't do that to me again. I didn't know if you were coming back... Please don't leave me alone..."

John had no words... All he felt was a deep sense of shame... While he had accomplished some good, he had also hurt his beloved in ways he couldn't comprehend. Crouching down in front of her, without a word, John scooped her up into his arms. He carried Brittany to the bed, lowering her gently. John took a few minutes gently removing all her clothing, making sure to run his hands over her skin. He massaged her legs, before running his hands up and over her stomach, briefly brushing her breasts and finally massaged her shoulders.

He kept up his ministrations until he could see Brittany visibly relax. Undressing himself, John slipped into the bed beside her. Brittany immediately wrapped her limbs around him, pressing as much of her body to his as she could.

"I'm sorry," said John, "I was stupid... I walked right into an ambush... I could have been injured or killed... I'll do better... I promise."

Brittany shuddered again, pulling John tighter against herself. He could feel wet tears drip onto his cheek, but as he moved to comfort her, she swatted away his hands and pressed her body even harder. John didn't know how long he laid there, but soon after Brittany finally fell asleep, he joined her.

It was an odd sensation as John woke. He was expecting his usual assortment of limbs holding him in place. What he found instead, was weight on his shoulders and a sudden silken, wet tunnel wrapping around his morning wood. Opening his eyes, he could make out the bleary image of Brittany. Her face, twisted with pleasure as she gently rolled her hips back and forth, rubbing her clitoris on his pubic bone. John watched for a few minutes, enjoying the sensation of this gorgeous woman, pleasuring herself with his body. He wasn't sure if Brittany knew he was awake, or just didn't care, but he honestly wasn't complaining.

John waited for Brittany to reach her first climax, the moment her eyes would roll back and she would lose herself. It didn't take long, as her breath quickened, he got ready. The moment her body broke out in gentle shudders, she ground herself down as hard as she could, exploding with ecstasy. The moment her eyes closed, John grabbed her shoulders, pulling her down atop him. He wasted no time wrapping his arms around her, pinning her so she couldn't move. Now he began thrusting upwards, sliding his entire length into her sopping wet tunnel. Withdrawing himself until just the head remained inside her, he thrust back in, grinning as Brittany cried out into his shoulder.

Brittany was helpless as John brought her through yet another climax, this one more powerful than the first. He didn't stop thrusting for a moment, gritting his teeth as her powerful muscles clamped over him, trying to milk out his orgasm. He knew that he was getting close however, but that only served to spur John to increase his speed. Thrusting as hard and as fast as he could, Brittany merely convulsed in his grip. But at the last second, he felt the gentle pressure of sharp fangs drag across his neck. This was all it took to push him over the edge. Brittany gasped as she felt white hot blasts of semen fill her. Biting into John's neck, she could taste his pleasure seeping through his very essence. The contrast from John's hot semen leaking out of her cool body and dripping down her engorged clitoris, sent her to her final climax.

John stayed buried inside his love, revelling in the mutual satisfaction of their pleasure. He waited until Brittany had finished feeding and as she gently lifted away from his neck, John flipped her over so he was on top. Pressing his lips to hers, he could taste the coppery flavour of his own blood. But this wasn't about him, he wanted to pour all his love into this moment. John spent several minutes just kissing her, while running his hands over all her exposed skin. The whole time, enjoying the sensation of the gentle twitches of her vaginal muscles, contracting over his semi-erect cock, still buried inside her.

A quick glimpse of the clock told John it was just after noon. Pressing his lips to Brittany's a final time, he sat up, extracting himself from her still wet tunnel. Gently taking her hand, John lead the way to the shower. Running the water until it went hot, he ushered Brittany inside. Wrapping his arms around her, they stayed and cuddled in the water stream.

CHAPTER FOUR

"I love you," John whispered.

Brittany beamed, pulling his arms tighter around her body. There was no need for her to respond, they were inseparable, their very souls intertwining. John finally released her, ignoring her mock frown, at least until he had a handful of soap. Rubbing it into her shoulders, she melted into the wall of the shower. John continued scrubbing her body, down her arms, across her breasts and finally down her legs. He waited a moment, collecting another small handful of soap, before running his hands between Brittany's legs. While he had every intention of getting her clean, it didn't stop John from running his fingers though every crease and fold of her womanhood. John spent time admiring it's smoothness, and the odd textures with equal affection. Brittany started twitching and shuddering as he continuously ran his fingers firmly over her clitoris.

"John... Please... Either fuck me again, or stop torturing me," Brittany groaned, biting her lip.

Removing his hands, he watched Brittany's face drop into a small pout. But only for a moment, before John grabbed her thigh. Lifting her leg, he helped her wrap it around his waist, before pushing her hard against the wall. John slipped his now throbbing erection between her legs again, resting it on the cleft of her mound. Gently thrusting his hips, John pulled Brittany into a firm kiss, before staring into her eyes, with a cheeky grin.

"Please..." She whispered.

"Hmm? What was that?" John asked, pressing his erection slightly harder on her mound.

Brittany groaned, almost like she was in pain. "Please... John please... Don't make me beg..."

"Beg for what?" John smiled, "what is it you want?" John lengthened his thrusting slightly, driving her ever closer, without the possibility of release.

"Fuck!" she snarled, "just fuck me! Please, just fuck me already! I can't take this-" Brittany's eye's rolled back into her head, as she lost her trail of thought.

John had slipped his hand under her raised leg, and by pressing the head of his cock upwards, he had finally allowed himself to slip back inside her. If it weren't for John holding her upright, Brittany would have collapsed in that instant. John quickly set up a rhythm. It wasn't the hard, powerful strokes from earlier, but shorter, more insistent thrusts that ensured his length ground directly over her clitoris with every movement. He watched as Brittany's head fell against his chest. He grinned as her hands balled into fists and she gently beat his chest with them. John outright beamed as Brittany let out a series of long, soft squeals.

"Are you my little fuck toy?" John asked.

Brittany nodded, without looking up.

"I want to hear you say it," John said firmly.

Brittany raised her face, twisted almost as if in pain. John tried to ignore the rush of emotion coursing through him as he stared into her glowing emerald eyes.

"I..." She gasped, biting her lip for a moment, a small smile breaking out across her face. "I'm your little fuck toy."

John pushed himself a little harder, trying to up her pleasure. "Is that any way for a Queen to behave?"

Brittany groaned, shuddering slightly as a small orgasm wracked her body. "No... A queen shouldn't be a fuck toy."

"Then why would you allow one such as I to use you like a fuck toy?" John grinned.

Brittany struggled for a moment, before reaching up and cupping John's chin. "Because I'm, YOUR, fuck toy!" She snarled, before climaxing hard.

John was speechless, hearing those words, followed by her massive orgasm. He barely caught her before she collapsed. John's immediate concern was for her safety. But as he tried to pull away, he quickly found Brittany digging her fingernail's into his back, refusing to let him go. His next reaction then, was only natural. Grabbing her other leg, he wrapped them both around his waist. Picking her up, John didn't bother turning off the shower. Instead, he carried her out, placing her on the sink. Gripping her hips, John started thrusting as quickly as he could. Brittany's eyes shot open wide, arching her back, her hands shot out to grasp at both the tap, and the towel rail. John could see the white's of her knuckles as Brittany started crying out "fuckfuckfuckfuck!" during his relentless assault on her dripping wet pussy.

"Are you ready, my little fuck toy?" John groaned.

"Fill me... Please John fill me... I want to feel it-"

Brittany didn't get to finish her sentence again, the feeling of John's hot seed filling her, through her into a mind shattering orgasm. Pulling the towel rail clean out of the wall, Brittany screamed her pleasure and collapsed into John's arms.

Gently lifting his comatose lover, John carefully walked back to the bedroom. He could hear shouting and arguing in the main room outside. So he quickly laid Brittany in the bed and pulled up the covers. Dragging on his pants from yesterday, John made sure his scabbard was secure. There was too much noise from the other side of the door to make out words, but he assumed they weren't under attack, so he opened the door.

"I'm completely serious I swear-" Grace was standing with her back to John, blocking the doorway with her body.

Janet, Gregory and Lucas were all armed and appeared to be trying to convince Grace to move.

"John!" Janet cried, "is everything okay, we heard noises!"

John quickly stepped forward, closing the door behind him. "Shh... Everything's fine, Brittany is asleep."

"What was that noise then?" Janet demanded.

John quickly considered his options. "Look... Umm... I don't ah... Brittany slipped over in the bathroom... And... Accidentally broke the towel rail." John stood for a moment, unable to meet Janet's eyes. "She didn't get hurt, but I put her to bed to rest."

Janet's expression slowly changed. First she looked ready to fight, then outright angry as John gave his excuse. But after a quick glimpse towards Grace, a small look of horror crossed her face, and her cheeks reddened. The silence of the room was broken by George, bursting into laughter from the doorway on the other side of the room. He was laughing so hard he gripped the door frame for support.

"Come on dear," George managed, between bouts of laughter."

Gregory and Lucas immediately left for whatever they were doing previously. Janet quickly moved to her husband. Grace refused to make eye contact and muttered something.

"Sorry Grace, I didn't catch that?" John asked softly.

"I... I recognised the scream," she said softly, before walking towards her parents.

Janet quickly turned back, still red in the face, "breakfast will be ready in twenty minutes."

John smiled his thanks, and went back to his room. Climbing into bed beside the Queen, John pulled her close, grinning at her subconscious reflex to wrap her arms around him. But after stroking his fingers through her blonde hair, she stirred and opened her eyes.

"That's never happened to me before," Brittany sighed, stretching her arms over her head.

"Which part?" John grinned, placing a kiss on her cheek.

"The part where I'm fucked so hard I pass out," she grinned.

"Oh... " Said John, "I thought it was the part where you said you were my fucktoy?"

Brittany seemed to frown a moment, "I guess that explains how I ended up with that bastard, Bill." John's face dropped, he was about to say something when Brittany cut him off. "Don't you dare apologise... You aren't Bill... You've shown me respect, you've shown me love, you've shown me my worth. So yes... I'm YOUR fucktoy and I don't regret it for a moment."

"I just don't want to hurt you... I love you," sighed John, pulling her closer into his embrace.

"And I love you too..." Brittany smiled, "even more so when you're thrashing me unconscious. And don't worry, I don't want to always have that. Slow and sensual is good too. But as these changes keep coming along, I've seen you have needs too... And I really like fulfilling them."

John just stared at her a moment, waiting for the ball to drop. But none did, she was deadly serious... It's almost as if we're changing to be better suited to one another... John smiled then, deciding even if it were something like that, he honestly didn't care. He'd spent so many years on a hate filled rampage. Finding Brittany was like a beacon of hope... Being with her was a dream come true... Sleeping with her was otherworldly... There were no doubt about his feelings for her any more...

John pressed his lips against his heavenly bed-mates. Watching the smile reach her eyes, he gently pulled away, "breakfast will be ready in a few minutes, we should get up."

He couldn't help but chuckle, seeing her cute little pout. But like usual, she got up anyway. It wasn't lost on John that in private, she deferred to him, but in all appearances, he always presented her as the Authority in public. A few minutes later, the pair of them walked arm in arm into the dining room, where a couple of coffee's were already waiting. It wasn't long before Janet came in with a tray of bacon and scrambled eggs. Behind her was Lucas, carrying a tray of toast and fresh fruit.

Brittany waited until the seats started filling. It was good to see Maree take a seat opposite Brittany, but it became quickly obvious they were missing people.

"Janet, it seems we're missing people," Brittany said softly.

Janet stopped for a moment, before nodding. "Gregory, can you see if our guests are hungry?"

Gregory nodded, and moved to open their door. It only took him a moment to unlock the door. As he opened it, he stopped short for a moment. John and Brittany were the only two others who could see what caused Gregory to stumble. It seemed the young man, was laying on his back, with the brunette riding him, and the other sitting over his face. The brunette was already bright red in the face, and the other was slapping the young man's chest, softly calling out "stop!" All the while panting furiously.

"Breakfast is ready," Gregory said quickly and closed the door.

It only took a few minutes, before the door opened again, and three sheepish vampires walked out. John tactfully kept his face blank and Brittany gestured for them to sit. The meal started a little awkwardly, but when nobody mentioned the events of a few minutes ago, everyone started to relax. It was a fairly basic, yet satisfying meal. Brittany decided to probe for more information.

"So, now you have a taste of our hospitality, would you mind answering some of our questions?" Brittany started, trying to sound kind, but firm.

The young man nodded, and the two women did a second later.

"Names and I should probably double check how old you all are? We can't just call you youngsters." Brittany smiled.

"Lori, I'm nineteen" said the red haired woman.

"Jane, I'm just turned twenty" said the brunette.

"I'm James, I'm only eighteen" said the man.

"And how did you come to this war?" John asked, he already knew the basics, but he wanted the whole story.

Lori spoke first, "We are runaways, we don't talk about our past. But we hid in groups inside the subway, y'know... Safety in numbers, trying to keep warm."

"He found us a few weeks ago," James continued, "he told us he would look after us, give us work. But needed to run interviews first."

Jane started crying at this point. Lori immediately pulled her into a hug, trying to comfort her. It took a few minutes, but she finally calmed down enough to speak. "I'm sorry... I won't talk about my past... But my little sister failed... I held her as she screamed... She was only twelve."

Lori took that as her queue to pull Jane to her feet, and with an apologetic smile, lead Jane back to the bedroom. James remained seated, looking uncomfortable, but he took a deep breath to settle his nerves. The sound of the shower running, broke the silence.

"Most of us survived... Lori lost her cousin too, they didn't get along though. I doubt she's too cut up about it." James shifted uncomfortably, "after that, the training started... Showed us how to feed, how to hunt and how to fight. We were split into groups, and put under an older vampire, the one you killed, "James nodded towards John. "His name was Bruce. He liked hurting the girls... But we couldn't run, so I used to piss him off on purpose. Gave the girls a break when he took it out on me."

The room sat silent for a few minutes, while everyone digested what he had said. "So what happens now? I don't care if you throw us in prison... Can't be worse than what Jonah will do if he catches us... Just... Keep us all together... Please... Be nice to have someone to talk too, we... Ah... Got kinda close..."

"Janet?" Brittany called, getting her attention, "what is the proper protocol for this kind of thing?"

"By my account, we execute traitors by chaining them out in the sunlight," Janet replied in monotone. "But this is hardly a regular normal situation... I think it would be prudent to show compassion in this case."

Brittany smiled, "go back to your ladies James, I have a few things to discuss... I assume they ARE your ladies?"

James grinned self consciously, "I don't know about that, your majesty, but thank you."

"I'll let you know our decision shortly," Brittany smiled.

John watched as the young man slowly walked back into the room, and closed the door. The moment he did, Brittany quickly got up, and re-seated herself on John's lap. Pulling him into a fierce kiss, she held him tightly. "Thank you for saving them John," she smiled up at him. "Now... Could we use some extra hands? I don't like the idea of locking them in some dark cell."