JACKL Inc. Ch. 01 - New Beginnings

The question hung in the air, unanswered. Rick looked over at Sammi, and I peered across his torso to look at her.

"I had kinda promised this night to Celia," Rick said, his words making me feel special.

She smiled into Rick's eyes, "I understand Rick," she turned to Kelly, "Yes, the room by the pool deck would be perfect as always, thank you."

"Did you want to," I began before I realized what I was saying, "sleep with us, Sammi?"

I gulped, I didn't consider myself bi-sexual. I never thought of sharing a bed with another woman. Let alone have a man and a woman sleep with me. I blushed and felt warm. Part of me was curious about Sammi, her eyes captivated me. Her petite figure, somehow alluring to me.

"Oh thank you, Celia," she smiled, "I think for tonight, let's go with this plan. I'll be up all night thinking about our meeting in the morning. I don't want to disturb you and Rick. Thank you for inviting me, though, that's very sweet.

I smiled back, appreciating how she calmed an awkward situation. I was still trying to understand the surrealness of it all. As we waited quietly, a gaggle of college aged girls in bikinis and towels started coming down the stairs. They were accompanied by a college aged boy, strikingly similar to Jeremiah, and three older females.

A pair of girls came and kissed Alyssa's cheek, as the rest of the group continued down the stairs to the next level below.

"We're done in the pool, Mom," a mid-twenties girl said, then she smiled at Sammi, "Should be nice and quiet for you now, Sammi."

"Thank you, Naomi," Sammi smiled, "You're too sweet, you know you guys never bother me."

Naomi grinned, "It was getting a bit too cool outside, it's time to find some place warm to cuddle."

She swung her arm through the arm of her older female companion, and they leaned into each other and followed the rest of the group downstairs.

"The rest of our family," Alyssa smiled, "I'm sure you'll meet them tomorrow at breakfast."

"That's a pretty big family," I blurted, then covered my lips blushing.

"It is," Jeremiah smiled, "We are a bit different, but I think you'll find we are loyal, and committed friends."

Two Latina women came in and Alyssa rose to hug them both. The older woman looked at me, and smiled. Rick and I rose to our feet to be introduced.

"I'm Carmen," she smiled, "and this is Maria. Let me show you to your room."

Carmen hugged Maria, and thanked her for her help, then waved to Alyssa and the others.

"I'll be up shortly," she smiled at Jeremiah, "keep my spot warm," then she pointed us towards a hallway.

"Rick," Sammi said, "Meet me here at 8:00, I'll show you two where breakfast is."

"Okay, Sammi," Rick smiled and lowered to give her a kiss.

Why did I feel like I wanted to kiss her too?

Rick took my hand and we followed Carmen down the hall and into a separate wing.

"This used to be a resort hotel," Carmen said, "We moved in about three years ago. So we have plenty of guest rooms. You should have all you need. All the rooms have an en-suite bathroom"

She looked at Rick, "Lots of towels," she said with a wink, then grinned mischievously.

"We're happy you're here," she said then opened the door to a room, "We serve breakfast every morning starting at 7am,"

The hall we were following was inside the main building without a view of the ocean. Opening the room door exposed an ocean view through large bay windows. An uninterrupted view of the waves and the night sky. It almost felt like being on a ship. As we stepped into the room, captivated by the low hanging moon, Carmen closed the door and we were finally alone.

I looked up at Rick, then out the window at the gorgeous view and smiled.

"You have friends in high places, babe" I chided, "What the fuck is this place?"

I stepped into him and placed my cheek against his chest. My arms rose up along his back, and I gripped my hands over his shoulders. He wrapped his strong arms around my back, squeezing me into his chest. My breasts pillowed into his chest, I loved the way he could envelop me easily in his arms. It made me feel small in a delightful way, protected and safe.

"I'm as amazed as you are," Rick said, "I met these people less than an hour ago, now they are welcoming me into their family home."

He looked down at me and our eyes met. I lifted on my toes as he lowered his mouth and he kissed me. I felt the familiar thrill that his lips gave me shoot through my nerves. I inhaled deeply, his scent always driving me a bit crazy.

"Sorry if this is weird," he said, "I'm glad that you decided to come with me."

I looked up at him, I wondered if I knew how connected I felt to him. It humbled me. I felt like I would follow him anywhere. I kissed his chest, as my arms dropped down his back. I stepped back, and looked up at him. His back was to the window.

"Show me," I whispered, "I want to see the real you."

I hesitated, as he looked at me. His eyes were so expressive, yet tentative. I held his gaze.

"I'm not afraid," I said.

"I am," he stated, "I don't want to lose you, Celia. I don't know how this can work."

"Rick," I said sincerely, "I've put my faith in you. I followed you here. I will follow you anywhere. You're not losing me."

He nodded, as if making a decision, then his real form burst through his mundane mask and rose before me. I realized that's what his human form was, a mask. This incredible demon was really him.

He grew taller, his flesh turned dark burgundy, I could see moonlight glisten at the edge of his scales. He unfurled his wings, black leathery folds snapping open stretching to almost fill the expanse of the window behind him. His muscles rippled under his scaled flesh. He was powerful. His bald head adorned by two short horns as black as his wings. His black tail flicked anxiously behind him. I looked into his eyes, red irises floating on jet black pupils.

He was glorious.

I held his eyes for a moment then dropped my eyes, and I sank to my knees. It felt profane to be dressed in his presence and I scrambled to rid myself of my clothes. His scent was everywhere, my flesh awash with goose pimples, and my nipples rigid. I knelt naked at his feet, my juices dripping down my thighs. I was his, there could never be another. This truth made me shudder.

I lifted my eyes up, tracing over his muscled thighs, then focused on his manhood. It was immense, slowly swelling as he sensed my arousal. His testicles were full and heavy. His shaft grew and stretched, slightly scaled at the base then thinning to bare flesh. His foreskin covered his swelling crown, as the shaft grew and stood proudly from his groin.

My mouth watered, even as I marveled at his immense cock, I trembled. That would never fit inside me, yet all I wanted was to try. I licked my lips then crawled on my knees to him. I kissed his feet. Was I even worthy to do that?

I looked up into his eyes, like looking into the heavens, he towered above me. His normal presence could make me feel small, now I felt insignificant. A tear leaked from my eye and down my cheek.

"You're so beautiful," we both said simultaneously, and I blinked.

"You are incredible," I managed to reply back, "Why do you even care about me?"

"You make me feel small," he said, with a growled whisper, "I can't explain it more than that."

His candid words made me grin. My smile transformed into a genuine Celia smile, not a doe-eyed enthralled smile. In an instant, I felt like myself again. Only fascinated by his marvelous cock. I reached for his shaft, then pressed my lips to the crown. With my fingers I pulled his foreskin back and kissed the shiny glans, a stream of his pre-cum coated my lips. I licked at the tip, collecting more to savor on my tongue.

He shuddered - I made this sex god shudder with desire.

I opened my mouth and closed my eyes. I felt his hand lower to my head as I felt his meaty crown stretch my lips wide. The tips of his talons raked into my scalp as I took as much of his cock into my mouth as I could manage, both my hands stroking him shaft.

I looked up into his eyes, remembering the first time I had his cock in my mouth. I blew out over his shaft, bubbling my drool then pulled back and stroked the slick fluid over his cock. How much could I take this time?

I opened my lips and sucked his crown back inside my mouth, and his cock came alive. The tip thinned, the motion spurting a stream of his pre-cum that coated my tongue and the back of my throat. I growled and leaned into his shaft feeling it slip into my throat. Then the tip expanded, and sealed along the outside of my esophagus. I tried to swallow, to consume more of his meaty shaft. My lips opened and I leaned forward to press more of it into my throat.

My fist was stroking his base, my other hand cupping his heavy balls. His tip thinned again and stretched into my throat and I tried to swallow again, feeling it slip further down. I inhaled through my nose, and my eyes dulled with lust. I needed this beast deeper. I growled and pressed forward. Blowing out through my mouth, bubbling my drool over the fine scales around the base of his cock. I inhaled his rich musk feeling his flesh against the tip of my nose.

I grinned victoriously, or as much as possible with my mouth stuffed tightly with his cock. I managed to crane my neck up and lock my eyes with his, then slowly pulled back. It felt like a broadsword was pulling out of my throat, it was so long. I lapped at the flesh, tasting his pre-cum and my spit.

"Fuck," Rick growled with his usual elegance.

I felt his wings curl around me, as I started to take his cock back into my mouth. Satisfied I could tame his monster cock, I focused on pleasuring him with my lips and tongue. His wings felt like warm leather as they wrapped around my back, I felt his tail slither between my thighs. I purred as I consumed his head, my tongue swirling over his crown.

His tail was like an extension of his will, sliding up my thigh and then worming between my folds. The inch thick whip burrowed between my lips, then slid forward and back. I rocked my hips, enjoying all the sensations as my senses drowned in his scent.

I lapped at his frenulum, I pulled his foreskin back so I could savor his flavor, lapping at the stream of pre-cum that seemed to never end. I felt his claws tangle in my hair, pulling me closer, holding me where he desired. Then he tugged back and up. His wings spread wide.

The flow of air over my flesh chased a maze of goose pimples. His fist in my hair urged me to my feet. His other hand gripped my hip and turned me to face the bed. I shook my head, and crawled forward onto the bed. Twisting on to my back to look up at him.

"I want to see you, watch you, while you fuck me." I said softly, "I'm yours Rick, let me see you."

He nodded, at a loss for words. We both were like that, our emotions tripping up in our mouth. His eyes and expression told me all that I needed. He wanted me as badly as I craved him.

I spread my thighs wide for him. My hands pulled my knees apart. I watched him shift forward, his taloned fist stroking his cock. It was rigid and stiff, not thinning or pulsing like it did in my throat. I froze, I felt hypnotized watching him stroke.

He reached forward and grabbed my hips, pulling me to the edge of the bed. His hand dropped to grip his shaft, and I felt his crown press between my lips. My eyes lidded with lust. He teased the tip between my lips, I felt like a river was flowing down my ass cheeks, a combination of my own lubrication and his copious pre-cum. I needed this. I felt him press gently, and I drove my hips forward.

"Fucking take me," I growled, "Fuck me, don't be gentle."

His crimson eyes flared at my words, and he thrust hard. His hands, hot like lava, gripped at my waist as he slammed his granite-like shaft into me. It felt like I was going to be torn apart, only to feel deliciously stretched. I groaned as he stroked in and out with hard firm strokes. He took possession of my cunt with his glorious cock. My hips rose to meet his thrusts, my ankles wrapped around his broad hips. I was pulling him into me as hard as he was slamming deeper.

We communicated with our eyes, our mouths were only used for breathing and moaning. We urged each other higher, I felt my inside clench around his base, then I bucked hard. My cunt contracting around his cock like a vice.

"Don't you dare stop," I grunted, in the throes of my climax, "I want more, more... of you... take all of me."

Rick's eyes widened, and I felt him begin to feed on my lust. It felt like he was gnawing on my soul. I gasped rapturously. It was like nothing I ever felt before. He was consuming parts of me, and I was getting lost in him. Deliciously drawn into his hypnotic crimson eyes.

Then he suddenly blinked and stopped. It was like he trying to give back to me what he consumed. By then, I was gone, cresting into endless waves of orgasms. He closed his eyes, robbing me of his warmth, then his hips bucked forward as his back arched. I felt my womb fill with his hot cum, his cock throbbing in my depths. I pressed my shoulders into the bed and my hips pressed into him, suspended in bliss.

He stilled, then lowered me onto the bed, his shape shrinking rapidly back into his mundane form. His cock shrunk inside of me, and I shuddered at the absence. He slid back, slipping out of me, then pulled me into his arms. His eyes were wild watching mine, wide and serious.

"What's the matter?" I asked, blinking rapidly, sensing his panic, "What's wrong?"

He blinked and shook his head, he couldn't put the words together. Then he kissed me, and squeezed me tight.

"Celia," he said, "I almost ..."

He couldn't say the next words.

I pushed back from him, and knelt looking down at him. I brushed my fingers through his hair. I lowered my lips to his forehead and kissed him. I fixed my eyes on his, until he softened.

"Baby," I said, "It's okay, I'm fine, everything is fine."

He blinked and sat up, then kissed me tenderly on the lips. He slipped off the bed to go look out at the moon hanging low over the ocean. I went to him and pressed my breasts into his back, my arms wrapped around his broad chest.

"I'm aeternal," he said, "I've been recalling past lives. I wasn't always a good man."

"You're a good man now," I said, "You always make me feel treasured."

I felt him smile, and he lifted a hand to his chest to hold mine.

"In past lives I used my powers to enslave and enthrall," he confessed, "At the peak of orgasm it's easy to do. I was right at the edge. You said, 'take all of me,' and I wanted to do just that. I almost did."

I kissed his shoulder, and squeezed him firmly. I didn't understand what exactly he was saying, but I wanted to hear more.

"I would have lost you," he said, and paused for a long moment before continuing. "You would've been a mindless slave, I had to pull back from that brink. You are too ... precious to me."

Somehow those words made my soul jump. I felt warm all over and squeezed him tight. I understood better what he meant. I was not just a body of flesh. He loved me, and I loved him.

"I'm okay baby," I said, "I'm fine."

He turned to me then, and wrapped me in his arms.

"I've never been strong enough to resist before," he said, his eyes seeking mine, "Something about you, made me resist the urge. You've made me stronger."

He lowered and kissed me, then swung me into his arms. I'm not a dainty girl, but in his arms I felt light. I wrapped my arms around his neck. He slid me into bed, then slid beside me.

"I love you, Celia," he said, "Let's go to sleep."

"I love you, Rick." I said, surprised by how much I meant it, and closed my eyes.

I pressed my body against him, and tried to wrap my soul around him to keep him safe from his own demons.

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Vlad - Past - Green Line Northbound

I'm not sure that anyone really understands thirst. Vampires do. It's our daily experience. No matter how much we drink, we always thirst. Our pores are screaming for more, endlessly, perpetually.

We have tried many ways to be able to feed our thirst and not destroy humans. Little sips from a variety of willing thralls. Using animals to try to satiate our thirst, and keep us sane.

It's all bullshit.

I sat on the Green Line train going north, and I tried not to think about what I knew I was going to do. I saw a group of people enter at the stop behind the barbecue place near the village.

"Why did the train stop here for so long," I complained to myself.

I'm not a barbecue fan, I like my meat a bit more rare. The aroma of smoked meats though, only made my thirst worse. I cursed at my weakness. Tried to distract myself by watching people. That had its own issues, as every beating heart was like an ice cream truck, beating out the pattern of blood pulsing through its ventricles.

They were a small group of four people. Two males and two females. One of the females was a fae, both males halflings. But the one female was gloriously human. Honey-blonde, stacked, sexy, and vibrant. She was a physical specimen, not a starving waif enslaved to a number on a scale. She lived well, her heartbeat was like a song. She smiled, her face flushed as she talked to the older man.

She loved him, in a way I hadn't perceived before. I was entranced by her. I watched her through my sunglasses.

Oh, by the way, that sunlight thing, Also bullshit. But it helped... the mundane thought we only hunted at night.

I watched and imagined fourteen different ways I could dine on her flesh. She'd enjoy it too. It would only be one meal, which was a pity, but it would be delicious. I might not even thirst for a few hours afterward.

My reverie was disturbed two stops later when the four of them stepped off the train and started walking towards a rental car dealership. I slumped back in my seat. The rest of the train car was empty. I dozed for a bit, I had two more stops left.

I had various ways of transportation, but I enjoyed the train during the day. Probably spent more time torturing myself like I just did watching that vixen. It was only a fantasy, right? I wouldn't ever dine like that, I feared the pitchforks too much.

It wasn't like the wooden stake thing worked either. I had lived and died before. The wooden stake hurt like hell, but it was temporary. I was aeternal, I would always be reborn. The memories were stark, the pain real. The punishment - meh. Wasn't really effective.

What I feared was the dislocation and starting over. The potential for getting stuck in a mundane form for more than one lifetime was real. If I wasn't stuck, I'd probably have to relearn everything again. The uncertainty of rediscovery, choosing a path. That part sucked. I was in a good place here, the scenery was almost as beautiful as the people. If I got staked, who knew which part of the world I'd end up in, or how long it would be until I was reborn.

I shivered, Siberia wasn't a fun time.

So I wanted to avoid the pitchforks, for a long as I could. I knew they were inevitable. For my kind they always were. We always became too thirsty.

I got off the train at Old Town, and meandered down the sidewalk. My target a Mexican eatery a block or so away. I was a few minutes early, but I knew he'd already be there. Weekly check-ins sucked.

I slipped into the joint, and removed my sunglasses. My eyes snapped into the focus, preferring the dark, and I saw him sitting in a booth in the back. Isolated and away from the windows. Bless him, he knew I'd be distracted stalking pedestrians while he talked to me. I sighed audibly and slipped into the other side of the booth.

"Kevin," I said as a greeting, "what's the special? A bag of dicks?".

"Vlad," he returned, "How are you, any serial murders I should be aware of?"