PARANORMAL PASSIONS

by Misty Vixen

DISCLAIMER

If this is your first time reading Paranormal Passions, you can safely ignore this disclaimer.

If you’re a fan and you read Paranormal Passions in its original incarnation, i.e. a collection of episodic short stories, then you might be wondering what’s different between that version and this one. I want to be clear.

Basically nothing.

This novel covers Episodes One through Six of the original series, as well as the bonus short stories from Collections One & Two, and The Complete First Season.

I hope this helps you decide whether or not

it’s worth purchasing!

Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

OTHER TITLES

ABOUT ME

CHAPTER ONE

It was 12:30 A.M. and the door had yet to open even once in the past half hour.

On the one hand, this was a good thing, because it meant that Jason didn’t have to deal with any customers. There had been two people who had come into the parking lot and both times they’d pulled right up to the gas pumps, got out, filled their tanks, (and in one case halfheartedly wiped down their windshield), and then headed off, back into the night. On the other hand, it sucked, because it meant that his fucking replacement wasn’t here yet, and he was supposed to be here at midnight. He’d said he was running a little late.

Jason stood in the little slightly raised island in the back center of the gas station, staring out over the desolate commercial landscape that was his temporary domain, and wished at least he wasn’t alone here. But they had decided, early on, that he was apparently competent enough to run the gas station all on his own. Although in reality Jason knew that it wasn’t actually a compliment to his abilities, it was more that the cheap fucks running the place didn’t want to pay an extra person to work the graveyard shifts.

The other guy who worked the true graveyard shift was a bloodshot-eyed stoner named Denny. He was pretty cool, actually, he was just...late all the time. Jason wanted to just go the fuck home. He’d been here since four this afternoon, just like every day, and he was exhausted. Not that his job was actually physically exhausting, more just...well, not mentally exhausting either. It was actually the exact opposite.

It was the kind of exhaustion you got from sitting in a car and either driving or being driven across several states for hours upon hours upon hours. Even though you have done nothing but sit on your ass and maybe even nap, (if you were lucky), when it comes to an end, you’re just wrecked and don’t want to do shit. Or maybe that was just Jason. He remembered that state of being all too well from the bi-yearly family vacations up in Wisconsin. He just wanted to go home and actually get started on his day.

Because he couldn’t help but look at his time spent here as a fundamental waste. Nothing was gained, nothing was achieved at a job like this, beyond earning barely enough money to break even with the bills. No, what he really gave a shit about, and what he was kept from doing when he was throwing away time here, in this stupid gas station, was writing books. That’s what he wanted to be doing right now.

Jason sighed softly again and looked out over the interior of the building. Over the racks and displays and aisles of food and drink and car crap that people bought for their cars. It was all neat and in order and stocked, as he’d done basically as much actual stuff as he could to stave off the mind-numbing boredom of a job like this. Jason was jerked out of his thoughts as he saw headlights coming into the parking lot.

He waited, only vaguely aware of the fact that he was actually holding his breath, staring intently, and then he released it in one long go. It was Denny’s beat-up, red four-door whatever brand name it was pulling into the parking lot.

“Thank fucking God,” he muttered, beginning to do the things he couldn’t actually do until Denny had gotten here. It took several minutes, but finally Denny came in through the front doors. Jason looked up. “What happened?”

Denny laughed. “Sorry, man. I kinda...dozed off,” he replied.

Jason stopped in the middle of signing out of his register. “Seriously?”

“Yeah. New game came out yesterday...I almost called in.”

“Very glad you didn’t. I’ve gotta get out of here,” Jason replied, finishing up.

“I hear you,” Denny said.

Jason left the space behind the counters and hurried back into the employee area. He punched out, grabbed his hoodie and pulled it on. It was entering October now and already summer was fading and a cold wind was starting to blow in. It was his favorite time of year. Just after summer to just before winter, and it barely lasted two months.

“Good luck,” Jason said as he stepped out, finishing zipping up his hoodie.

“Yup,” Denny replied, heading back to clock in. He already had his smart phone out and would no doubt while away the time watching videos or playing games. Jason still had what those who saw it called a ‘dinosaur phone’, basically an old flip phone that was like five years old now. It was battered and rough around the edges, but hey, it still ran and his monthly plan was cheap. Jason hurried across the room towards the doors at the front, forced himself to slow down as he got closer, since the sensor was kind of shitty, and as soon as the doors slid open, he hurried outside, onto the sidewalk in front of the station, and stopped.

Cold, crisp, fresh air whispered across him and he looked up into the sky, which was clear and mostly cloudless. The stars were at least fairly visible and the moon was huge, a massive, pale coin that hung overhead, helping light the way home. Jason smiled, took a deep breath and let it out slowly, then he put his hands into his pockets, turned and started walking. He was free for another day. And he had tomorrow off!

He wished he could have had two days off, but it just wasn’t in the cards.

He made his way across the lot, got up to the sidewalk next to the nearby road and started walking. He had a car, but it just didn’t make sense to drive it here. He lived on the same road as the gas station and it was just a ten minute walk. Probably when winter came and it got bitterly, unbearably cold he’d break down and drive, but not yet. Hopefully not for another two months, maybe even two and a half months.

As he walked, Jason looked around and thought about how odd it was that he had settled so quickly into this basically brand new life.

It was strange to think about that, too.

Jason was twenty two. He’d turned twenty two about three months ago. At that time, he lived in a different city, worked a different job, and had no real direction with his life. He’d graduated high school and didn’t really have any interest in, (or money for), college. He wanted to be a writer, but for a long time he didn’t fully understand or appreciate what that really meant. He worked at his job at a grocery store for around four years and was still no closer to figuring out what the fuck he wanted to do with his life.

Three months ago, as he turned twenty two, he’d suddenly taken stock of his life and had come up short.

Very short.

He was still working the same job he’d had since before he’d graduated high school. Still living with his parents. Still hadn’t actually written anything to completion. His friends had basically moved on, going to college or finding jobs in other cities or even other states. He’d had exactly one girlfriend in that four year period and it hadn’t really amounted to much. Even she had left to pursue opportunities elsewhere.

He’d been depressed and down for awhile, feeling stuck, and he had no idea what the hell to do about it.

And then, one day, he’d woken up early on his day off, and an idea had been in his head like someone else had put it there. But it was a pure idea. Golden, shining, and powerful. Intensely powerful. Start over. Change everything.

There was a college town about an hour’s driven from his much smaller home town and he’d visited one of his friends there a couple of times, as he’d been going to the local college. The town was about four times the size of the one he had been in then. It was a great town, a place that seemed just to be filled with...good vibes. That was as close as he could describe it. Good vibes. He was happy when he was in that town called Peace Grove.

So he had this idea to move there.

His parents were, naturally, worried about the abrupt shift. But the fact that they hadn’t actually argued all that much tipped him off to the fact that they must have been secretly relieved. Jason was very open on the subject of living with your parents after high school. He knew there were all sorts of negative connotations with it, but that was just a lot of bullshit. It saved a lot of money and if you could make it work, then why not?

But he also knew that his parents had probably been looking forward to a time when they could be alone again. Not that they didn’t love him, he never doubted that, but they had had him young and they were both hitting forty now. They had given up a lot, a lot, he was sure, to raise him. And now, with the house to themselves, they could probably finally go back to living like teenagers again. They sure had enough money for it.

Jason had spent a month doing his research, but honestly, it wasn’t all that hard really. He’d scouted apartments and jobs, ultimately finding a position open at the gas station about a week after making the decision. He’d driven up there, taken the interview, and they’d basically agreed to hire him. They also agreed to give him three weeks to put his affairs in order and move up there, which struck him as very lucky.

Not much later, he’d found the apartment he was now walking home to. It was small, just a one bedroom, but pretty reasonably priced. Then his parents had given him close to two grand to furnish his new apartment. Now that had been really lucky and extremely generous on their part, but his dad had started his own computer repair business that had taken off and his mom sold houses and did a good job, so they had money.

He’d loaded up his car, a small blue thing that got decent gas mileage and rarely had any serious problems, with his most precious possessions: namely his clothes, a TV, his gaming console, his laptop, and his books, hugged his parents goodbye for now and headed out there. And...that was two months ago. He’d bought his furniture, had it delivered, settled in and started working his job. Honestly, it was a little disappointing.

His life wasn’t all that different.

Okay, well, there was one thing that was actually super different.

The woman that lived in the apartment directly next to his was a vampire. An actual, living (undead?), flesh-and-blood vampire.

She was also insanely hot.

Her name was Hannah and they’d kind of bumped into each other two days after he’d moved in. She’d been immediately friendly, open and just all-around easy to talk to. He couldn’t really place her age. He felt sure that she wasn’t a teenager, but honestly he couldn’t say beyond that. Sometimes she seemed like she was in her early twenties, other times she seemed like she was in her late thirties. But they’d gotten to talking, and she’d come into his apartment and noticed his gaming console and some of his games.

And she started coming over a lot after that, or inviting him over to watch a movie or something. She stayed up all night and slept most of the day.

At first, it hadn’t been immediately obvious that she was a vampire, although he’d caught that flash of fangs in her mouth and he’d noticed little telltales. But then, one day, maybe about two weeks in, she showed up after he’d come home and it had been very obvious. Hannah apparently normally took pains to hide her vampirism, namely a lot of makeup and contacts. But when she’d shown up, she had on no makeup, her eyes were very bloodshot, her skin dead pale, and those two things alone made her condition extremely obvious.

Her beauty was even different. Before she’d been just straight up fucking hot in a more traditional way, but now her beauty was stark, almost dangerous looking. He’d been taken aback, but only slightly, and had tried to proceed as normal. Looking back on it, he thought she was almost challenging him or testing him maybe, and after that, she seemed even more relaxed around him. And Hannah was his first new friend in this town. Okay, well, honestly, his only current friend in his new life.

He wasn’t all that good at making friends.

Jason came to his apartment, keyed the lock and stepped inside. He looked around his living room. It was starkly furnished, but he liked it that way. Just a couch big enough to hold two people, a coffee table, a TV stand and a TV. Jason had never been one for frivolous extras. As soon as he was in, he went straight to the fridge, grabbed a soda and then plopped down on the couch. He opened it, drank deeply, then sighed and leaned back further in the couch. There was a lot to do and...well, he really needed to actually start writing again.

He’d been putting it off.

At first, he’d told himself that it would be a bad idea to write in this state, when he was settling into his new life in a new town, getting used to a new job. He’d be distracted or afraid or frustrated, not a good state to write stuff in. And then, after the first month, he’d told himself that he needed to reorganize his thoughts, get in the zone, look through all of his half-finished projects and select the right one.

And...he was.

Slowly. Very slowly.

But by now it was obvious that he was just stalling, procrastinating like he always did, and he still didn’t know how to break out of the cycle. He didn’t know how to find that inspiration, find the fortitude or the willpower to finish a book. And that was his big problem. There were others but they seemed secondary to this one.

Jason jumped slightly as he heard a knock on his wall.

“You busy?” came the question.

Hannah. This was a habit they’d gotten into over the past two months, a lazier way of getting the other’s attention without having to get up and go knock on the door.

“No, I’m free,” he replied.

“You wanna come over? I ordered pizza!”

“Yeah, be right there.”

“It’s unlocked.”

He got up and felt a small thrill of excitement ripple through him. Jason had never been good with women, and he’d never really had a good friend who was a female, mainly because his desire to be with them, (emotionally and physically), tended to fuck everything up. Because they didn’t really have much interest in him. On his better days, he supposed he didn’t blame them. He wasn’t much to look at, he wasn’t very brave, he didn’t have a lot of money or a big dick or drive an expensive car or do stupid, reckless things, which was apparently all culled from a list of things that guys should do if they want to be dateable.

Yeah, okay, he knew that was kind of bullshit and bitter, and he really didn’t hold it against any individual woman when she didn’t reciprocate his attraction because it wasn’t wrong to not be attracted to him, no one had any obligation to date him, he just hated the situation itself and he didn’t really know how to fix that, either.

Hanging out with Hannah was brand new territory. Besides the obvious fact that she was a vampire, she was a very good-looking woman who he just hung out with on a regular basis. There wasn’t really any awkwardness or uncomfortable silences or...anything, really. The fact that they got along so well was kind of freaking him out, which he knew was stupid and tried not to let it bother him. He did think a lot about dating her...and doing other things with her. The fact that she liked to wear not a whole lot didn’t help at all.

But she was an insanely hot vampire and he was, on his good days, a maybe average looking young human with not much to offer. If she wanted a relationship or sex, she could easily find someone like a hundred times more attractive and/or successful than he was. This was something he often thought about too much.

Jason left his apartment, locked the door, turned and went through Hannah’s door. That always felt really weird, just walking into her apartment, but she’d told him it was fine more than once. He came into her place and, as he always did, appreciated that she seemed to share his philosophy on furniture. Well, her place wasn’t quite as barren as his was, because she had lived here longer, (he wasn’t sure how long, despite how friendly and open she was, Hannah was surprisingly closed about her past, which he respected), but it was definitely a minimal approach. A couch, a coffee table, two armchairs, some lamps, and a TV in a big-ass entertainment center that sported three game consoles and a healthy collection of Blu-Rays and games, and her desk where she worked.

And then, of course, there was Hannah herself.

She was sprawled out on her couch and holy shit did she look really good. She was wearing just panties and a white tanktop and apparently had no problem with him seeing her like this. She was laying facing him, one leg flat along the couch, the other one put up its back, the result being that her legs were spread open to the world. He had a great view of her nicely padded, dead pale thighs and, when he looked involuntarily up, further along her long body, (she was as tall as he was: six foot even), he became uncomfortably aware of the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra and he could pretty clearly see her nipples.

She was reading something on an eReader, but as he stepped in, she set it down on the coffee table next to her.

“Hey,” she said, sitting up.

As she did her breasts shifted and bounced slightly.

Fuck, she was way too hot.

“Hey,” he replied awkwardly, forcing himself to stop being a pervert. She made it really difficult though. Although he had to admit, this was probably the most bare he’d ever seen her. The tanktop was pretty small and it was riding up, showing her smooth, pale stomach.

“You okay? Work suck?” she asked, no doubt picking up on his weird awkwardness. She got up off the couch.

“Yeah, to both answers. But work always sucks,” Jason replied.

She stretched. “Suck is relative,” she replied. “Pizza’s in the kitchen. I ordered too much again, you hungry?”

“Yeah, definitely.”

She turned and started walking towards the kitchen. Oh God, she had a wedgie and he could see probably more than he’d ever seen of her big white ass. He closed his eyes for several seconds, then opened them and walked into the kitchen. Hannah was always ordering too much food and a little while ago he’d begun wondering if she wasn’t doing it on purpose. As he came into her kitchen and gathered up some pizza, (she always ordered either pepperoni or beef, which were both great), he began thinking about the fact that his neighbor was a vampire.

The history books said a lot of things about when, where, and how all the various ‘magical’ races had cropped up. That wasn’t the word that was officially used, but it was the slang that everyone ended up using anyway. But Jason was never really one to trust the history books, mainly because, although vampires and undead and werewolves and elves and all the others had been around for centuries, thousands of years even, and although there had been a lasting peace between ‘regular’ humans and the magical creatures for over five hundred years now, it was obvious that there was a lot of animosity and bigotry between the two groups.

All Jason knew for sure was that humans outnumbered magical beings by a wide margin, there were a lot of weird laws surrounding magical beings, it was kind of rare for magical beings to live anywhere but huge metropolises or just completely in their own towns or cities, and that he had never met a magical being before Hannah.

He hadn’t been sure what to expect, but he was glad to see that the experience was just so...regular. He’d felt kind of guilty when he’d first thought that, because he felt like one of those bigoted jerks who believed that the second a vampire got you alone, they attacked you and drained you dry. He didn’t think that’s what was going to happen when he hung out with Hannah, but he’d always thought vampires would be...eccentric.

Of course, he got this notion from media, which was also stupid. Movies were not really the most unbiased source of information about something you had no idea about. All that crap aside, Jason was really happy with how everything had turned out. Once the sexual awkwardness passed, (it was generally going faster, but sometimes it lasted for hours), they delved into conversation or gaming sessions as laid back as those he used to have in high school with his friends. They’d gone from strangers to friends in record time.

They gathered their pizza and some soda and returned to the living room.

“How about you? How was your day?” he asked.

“Pretty much same as usual,” Hannah replied as they sat down and started eating. “Managed to wrap up two projects today, waiting to hear back on a third, although I get the feeling it’s going to need some tweaking and revision, and I’ve got three more in progress.”

“Jeez, I don’t know how the hell you manage all these projects.”

“It’s not easy,” Hannah murmured.

Jason wished he had a job like hers. Hannah designed websites independently. She was reasonably priced and when he’d checked out her services online and listened to her talk about her jobs, he sometimes wondered how she was managing to put together the money for the bills and all the nice stuff she had in her apartment. She seemed to buy like three new games or five new Blu-Rays a month, and those weren’t cheap. And she was always buying more books for her eReader, and as far as he could tell she ordered out almost seven days a week. He guessed they had comparable bills, so...where was the extra money coming from?

He figured it was probably just something he was missing, and it wasn’t like he had an exact copy of all her orders. Maybe she had other orders that were more complicated and cost more. What did it matter anyway?

They kept the conversation going, eating the pizza slices they’d gotten and draining the sodas, then sitting back and continuing the conversation. Jason was finding it more difficult instead of less to stop looking at her breasts. Not that she seemed to notice. Actually, as they got to talking about the regular stuff they tended to talk about, he began to pick up on the fact that she seemed distracted. What did that mean?

They talked a little more about their jobs, they talked about some new movies coming out, then some new games, then he was reminded kind of randomly about a funny thing that had happened to him back in high school and he told her about it. By the time he was finished, he seemed sure that she wasn’t really focused on the conversation anymore.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“What?” she replied, seemingly startled.

“Are you okay, Hannah? You seem...I don’t know, nervous.” He almost made a joke about her being paranoid about something like an angry customer coming after her and breaking into her house, but he stopped himself, because maybe it was a little too close to reality. Hate crimes against magical beings still happened every day.

“I guess I am, a little. There’s something I’ve been thinking about for a little while and I’m not sure how to handle it,” she replied.

Well...that was a really broad statement. He thought about it for a moment. Hannah struck him as being very, very good at being very subtly secretive and he’d learned not to ask any of the more personal questions because she just deflected them with a joke usually and he didn’t really want to press the issue.

“Well...” he said after a moment, “the best advice I’ve gotten about how to handle a tough decision is to think it through to the best of your ability, and then make a decision and go through with it head-on.”

She was staring at him intently now, not saying anything.

“Sorry, if that’s not helpful-” he began, but she interrupted him.

“Do you want to have sex with me?”

Everything seemed to stop. Jason was staring at her, into her bloodshot blue eyes, actually, and his brain just...stopped. It froze up and not even a single thought formed. Whatever he was thinking was severed expertly and cleanly and his mind was simply a total blank. And then, quite unexpectedly, the absolute conviction that he was dreaming, or hallucinating, or maybe having a stroke or something, rose in his head.

“What?” he replied finally.

And she laughed. It was a loud, startled laugh and he thought it surprised her just as much as it did him. “I...do you want to have sex with me? It’s...it’s okay if the answer is no,” Hannah replied, and now she actually seemed as awkward as he did.

“I...” He froze up again, but then quickly came back online and thoughts slowly began to return. He tried again. “I, um...why?” He hadn’t meant to ask that but it’s what had come out.

“Well, I mean...how many reasons are there? You’re cute, we’re friends, we’re both single, we live next door to each other...”

“I, but-I’m...human,” he said, stuttering again, words falling out of his mouth.

She snorted. “Really!? Oh well never mind, because I thought you were an elf just pretending to be human,” she replied. “I know you’re a human, Jason! Look, I mean, if you’re not into me because I’m a vampire, I mean, it’s cool, I won’t like shut you out of my life or anything.”

“No!” he replied immediately, then stopped, calmed down, or tried to anyway, and started again. “No, Hannah, I...you’re the most attractive woman I’ve ever seen in my life. Like, bar none. You’re a fucking ten. A fucking twelve even. And I would love to have sex with you. I just...”

“Then that’s all we should talk about right now,” Hannah replied. She reached out and took his hand. Her skin was cool and smooth, although she kept her apartment running at about eighty degrees regularly. That was another thing he liked about her: Jason got cold easily and he liked how routinely toasty it was at her place. “If you’re really okay with it, we should go back to my bedroom, get naked and start fooling around. And we can talk about why and any other questions later. Does that sound like a good idea?” she asked.

He could see she was almost impatient, like maybe she was afraid he would suddenly change his mind. No chance of that happening. He squeezed her hand and swallowed. Already, he could feel himself stiffening inside of his jeans. God, it had been over a year since he’d had sex. Actually, almost two years now.

And it wasn’t like he’d been having a lot of it back then.

“Okay,” he replied, and smiled. And she smiled back at him broadly, revealing her fangs. And he hesitated.

“What? What’s wrong?” she asked, sensing the shift in his mood.

Jason had read a lot about vampire sex, (okay, he’d jerked off to a lot of vampire porn, especially redheads because he had a serious fucking thing for redheads), and the biting seemed to be a pretty common theme.

Again, media and porn were not valid sources of information, but…

“You’re not going to, um, I mean, during or after, um...”

“Oh!” she said, suddenly getting at what he was fumbling around, and she smiled, looking relieved. “No, Jason, I’m not going to bite you.” She paused, seemed to reconsider. “I mean, unless, you know, you want me to...”

“I don’t think-”

“It’s okay, we don’t have to talk about that. No, I promise, no biting.” She paused, grinned, chewed on her lower lip. “Though I can’t promise that there won’t be any sucking.”

His eyebrows shot up. “Um...wow, okay.”

She stood up. “Come on.”

She still had his hand, and she pulled him up with a strength that shocked him. He went right up off the couch. Hannah hesitated again, looking quickly at him, then she turned and began leading him carefully out of her living room. He followed willingly down the short hallway that led to the bathroom, a closet, and the bedroom, the layout a mirror image of his own apartment. His heart was hammering in his chest now and he was no longer stiffening but fully erect. He could feel his dick straining painfully against his boxers and jeans, and it was starting to throb. It was a low, dull kind of feeling that ached with lust.

A strange feeling, something that fell between dazed euphoria and actually almost passing out, passed over him as they stepped through the open door into her bedroom. This was really happening. This wasn’t a dream or a hallucination or anything else. He was actually going to have sex with his neighbor, who was an insanely hot vampire. Plus, she was the one who had initiated the sex. Probably every awkward guy’s dream.

Or maybe it was just him, but either way, this was more than a dream come true.

He looked around her bedroom. He’d never actually been back here before, he realized. There wasn’t much in the room, just her bed, a nightstand, and a dresser. The reason for this, he imagined, was because A), her desk was out in the living room and B), her bed was fucking huge. Like, it looked bigger than a king size.

“Wow,” he said.

“What?” she replied as they came into the room.

“Your bed, it’s huge,” he murmured.

She laughed. “Oh, yeah. I love sleeping and relaxing. Come on,” she said.

Hannah took off her shirt.

That’s when all thoughts were once more forcefully ejected from Jason’s head. It had always been obvious to him that Hannah was busty, and she was definitely more well-endowed than either of the two girls he’d dated up to this point, and he knew that due to something in their genetic makeup, vampires had better bodies than regular humans, but right at that moment it became immediately obvious just how fucking fantastic Hannah’s breasts were. They were round, full, and firm, dead pale and topped with small pink nipples. She had to be probably a triple-D cup. They looked like breasts he saw in professional porn productions or in top-tier porn magazines.

“Holy shit,” he said.

She looked down at her breasts and then back up at him. “They’re pretty great, aren’t they?” she asked.

“Pretty great falls far short,” he replied.

She snorted. “Thanks. Just one of the perks of being a vampire.” Then she turned around and pulled her panties down and he was blown away all over again.

Jason had always thought of Hannah as...chubby wasn’t the right word, because she wasn’t. She was actually pretty fit, and yet, somehow, at the same time, she had those thick thighs and broad hips. She was curvaceous. That was the word for her. And her ass was extremely curvy as well. Broad and thick and well-padded, all smooth and pale. And it had that almost teardrop shape that all beautiful, fit and curvy women seemed to have, where it was broad and rounded at the bottom and then narrowed as it got to her back and trim waistline.

She turned around. “How often do you check out my ass?” she asked, her hands on her hips, standing completely naked before him.

He found his eyes dip down to her vagina, taut and bald between her hips and thighs, before answering her. “I, uh...a lot. All the time,” he answered. Lying didn’t even seem like an option right then and there.

She laughed. “I figured. I know you check out my tits a lot. That’s why I wore those shirts. Now come on! Get in my bed,” she said, turning and climbing onto her bed.

Jason took a deep breath and let it out, then started getting undressed. He kicked off his shoes, tore out of his shirt and pants and boxers. Ignoring his socks, he quickly climbed onto the bed to join Hannah, who was lying on her back now.

“Come here,” she said quietly, reaching for him, beckoning him closer.

He laid down beside her, his face very close to hers, and for a moment neither one of them did or said anything. Then she leaned in and pressed her lips against his. Something seemed to sizzle and pop between them as his lips met hers, an electrical surge that passed between them. He’d been wanting to kiss her lips since the moment they’d first met. She closed her eyes and deepened the kiss, leaning towards him, slipping her hand over the back of his neck and pulling him even closer to her. Then she moved her lips, opened them and parted his and pushed her tongue skillful and dexterously into his mouth.

It was immediately obvious to him that Hannah was skilled at this. That just made him all the more nervous. He was decidedly unskilled and inexperienced in the bedroom. He hadn’t even considered in all of his fantasies how underwhelming he would be to her. As her tongue found his and began twining with it, coming together and twisting and he could taste her, he almost said something. But then her hand came away from his neck and she reached down, grabbed his wrist and brought his hand up to her breast.

All thought was blasted from his skull once again as he took one of her large, firm, perfect breasts in his hand and started groping and squeezing and massaging it almost automatically. It felt like how he had imagined it would feel, better than that, actually. There was something intensely and intimately erotic about Hannah, a kind of natural carnal ease to her, deeply sexual and lusty in nature. It had always been there, he was realizing, sometimes more obvious than others, but now he was feeling the full force of it.

He started kissing her back, kissing her harder, pushing his tongue into her mouth and leaning against her as he found himself. He let go of her breast and slid his hand down her smooth, cool back to the curve of her fat ass. He started groping it now, trembling in anticipation of being inside of her, of making love to her, of hearing her moan in pleasure. He wanted it desperately, almost painfully, and he could feel his dick throbbing in desire.

Hannah pulled back suddenly. She stared at him with her bloodshot, beautiful blue eyes and her almost agonizingly attractive face. Her red hair had come out of its ponytail a bit and was now beginning to get messy.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“What? Um...yeah, I’m fine,” he replied. “Why?”

“You just seem kind of nervous.”

“Oh, I’m, like terrified,” he replied.

“What? Why?”

“You’re like this model porn star hot vampire, how the hell am I going to satisfy you?”

“Oh. Don’t worry about that, Jason. I just want this to be fun, okay? Also, like, actually don’t worry about that. I’m super sensitive and getting me off isn’t like some huge task. Also, I’m not a squirter, so don’t, you know, think you aren’t making me come or something. Now listen, I want you to just lay back and relax, okay? Let me take care of you,” she replied.

“I…okay.”

He laid back, like she’d asked, and she gave him another kiss on the lips, then she moved down the length of his body. Oh wow, she was going to suck his dick. He’d never really had a good experience when it came to foreplay. Well, okay, he thought he was kind of good at it, his pair of girlfriends seemed to have gotten off pretty well when he fingered them or ate them out, but neither really could do a good job when it came to giving handjobs or blowjobs. He imagined that Hannah was going to be pretty good at it.

And she was.

She got down between his legs, lying flat on her stomach, looking up at him, her huge boobs hanging down between her arms and looking absolutely fantastic, her red hair hanging down in her face as she smiled up at him. Reaching up, she brushed her hair aside and then gripped his cock. She began massaging its head with her thumb.

“Just relax,” she said. “I promise, it’ll be great.”

He couldn’t think of anything to say, so he just nodded and kept watching her. Something seemed to switch in her and she wasn’t just his friend he lived next door to anymore, now she was...sex. She was desire and lust and intimate passion. Hannah’s tongue snaked out and she ran it across the tip of his cock. Electrical shocks of pure pleasure ran up and down the length of his body and he let out a groan louder than he meant it to be. Hannah’s smile broadened, then she started licking his dick more, running her tongue over the extra sensitive skin repeatedly, each time sparking his nervous system with a fresh wave of sexual bliss.

Then, all at once, she slipped his dick into her mouth, taking it all in in one smooth motion. She started bobbing her head, sucking him off powerfully, her motions smooth and fluid, her mouth hot and wet and perfect.

“Oh my fucking God!” Jason moaned as the pleasure hit him like a drug.

Hannah let out a moan and kept going, kept pleasuring him, kept sucking him off. This was, by far, the best head he’d ever gotten in his entire life. He found his eyes glued to her, to her thick red lips sliding up and down his dick, the look of concentration on her face, the way her head moved up and down with an almost machine precision. The sexual bliss he was feeling was nearly overwhelming and actually, wait a minute, it was overwhelming-

“Oh shit, Hannah, I’m gonna come!” he moaned.

She didn’t stop, she kept going.

Jason cried out as a starburst of raw, pure rapture exploded from his core and began radiating out, filling him. He could feel his seed suddenly leaving him, exploding out of the tip of his dick in one hard contraction after another, spraying into Hannah’s waiting mouth. What was better, she actually kept sucking as he started coming. He moaned, lost completely in a world of absolute pleasure, as his dick started kicking and twitching, still held between her lips. He continued moaning and gasping as he was thrown out of his body into a sea of rapture. His orgasm felt powerful and long, seeming to last a lot longer than normal.

It just kept coming and coming and coming.

Hannah sucked him dry.

When it was over, when his orgasm was finished and he came back to himself, came back to the world, he was suddenly overcome with a powerful horror and embarrassment. Pushing through the post-orgasm glow, he sat up and looked down at Hannah, who was taking his cock slowly out of her mouth. She looked up at him.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“What? Why?” Hannah replied.

“I...I didn’t mean to come.”

“I meant for you to,” she said, rolling over and hopping up off the bed. “Be right back.”

He sat there, giving in briefly to the lightheaded feeling of bliss, not thinking of too much. After Jason had a great orgasm, it kind of felt like he was floating among pink clouds of warm comfort. Distantly, he heard Hannah gargling and then spitting. A moment later, she came back into the room and climbed onto the bed.

“I was giving you a blowjob to relax you, I told you that,” she said, laying against him. “I was trying to make you have an orgasm.”

“You did a really good job,” he replied, feeling relieved.

“Good. I was admittedly a little worried, it’s actually been awhile since I’ve gone to bed with someone.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. So...you wanna fuck me now?” she asked.

“I think I’ll need a minute,” he replied. “Also, uh...I just realized, I don’t have any condoms on me...”

“Oh, we don’t need them. I can’t get pregnant and I sure can’t get STDs, which means I can’t give them. Plus...it just feels way better without condoms,” Hannah replied.

“You aren’t wrong about that.”

She smiled. “Let’s see if we can’t cut down the time needed for you to get hard again,” she said, leaning in and kissing him. At the same time, she reached down and started massaging his cock. He groaned into the kiss, handling her voluptuous body again, running his hands over her large breasts and the firm curve of her ass, enjoying every second of contact he made with her. And he could already feel himself stiffening again. Hannah made him horny as hell. How many times had he imagined her naked? How many times had he gotten a quick look at her ass or down her shirt as she bent over? How long had he been aching for this exact thing?

It didn’t take him long to get rock hard again.

“Someone’s ready to blast off,” Hannah murmured, her lips centimeters from his.

She abruptly rolled onto her back and pulled him onto her with that same surprising strength. She froze up again. “Shit, sorry. I...you okay?”

“Fine. I’m great,” he replied, getting in between her legs.

She laughed and spread her legs further. He settled down in between her thick, pale thighs, propping himself up with one hand, staring down at his cock, which he was holding with his other hand, guiding it towards her smooth pussy. He put its head, still wet with her saliva, up to her opening and pushed it inside.

Both of them let out loud moans of pleasure as he penetrated her. She was seriously fucking tight, though he noticed she wasn’t exceptionally hot or wet. A random fact bubbled to the surface of his mind as he tried to work his way into her: vampires ran at a much lower body temperature. He hesitated and then pulled out.

“I’m sorry,” Hannah said, getting up suddenly and reaching up to the headboard, fumbling around. “It’s not you, like, I’m so horny, I just...I don’t get all that wet. I’m sorry.”

“Hannah, it’s fine,” he replied.

“Here.” She came up with some lube, squeezed some out into her hand and then rubbed his cock down. “There,” she whispered, “that’ll make it fantastic.”

“Thanks,” he said.

She laid back down and this time he slipped right in. She let out a loud cry of pleasure as he pushed his way into her.

“Oh fuck it’s been too long!” she moaned, spreading her legs even further as he started fucking her.

Jason was lost. He was lost inside of her, lost in a world of bliss, a world of pleasure and pure sexual gratification. Inside, she was pure perfection. She was absolute rapture. She was everything he had ever hoped for and more, much more. He could feel the muscles of her vagina working, squeezing his cock, massaging it even.

Sex had never felt this good before.

“Yes! Oh fuck, Jason, yes fuck me!” she moaned, wrapping her arms and legs around. “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” she cried.

He obeyed her, feeling like he was unable to do anything else. Right then, the building could have caught on fire and he wouldn’t have been able to pull out of her vampire pussy. He’d been laying against her, his face buried in the pillow next to her head, doing nothing but working his hips, sliding in and out of her as fast and as much as he could, but now he regained some small amount of control and pushed himself up.

He stared down at her body, stared at her huge pale tits, bouncing wondrously in sync with his wild thrusting. He looked at her face then, her beautiful pale face, alight and alive with lust and passion, her eyes wide, staring up intently at him, her mouth twisting with pleasure as he fucked her, her blood red hair in a crazy disarray, making her look even sexier.

“Oh fuck, keep going, Jason...keep going...” She moaned and bit of her lower lip, then suddenly gasped and jerked against him. “Oh fuck, I’m coming! Yes, I’m coming!” And she bucked against him, nearly throwing him off. He held onto her, got settled again and started fucking her climaxing pussy even harder. She began to scream in pleasure. He could feel her get warmer and a little wetter, could feel her muscles twitching, spasming as she came. He felt a surge of happiness (and a little relief) as she came. He had done that for her, he had given her pleasure, which was always one of his primary goals whenever he had sex, if not his highest priority.

Which was great, because she felt so fucking good that he was about to come too.

He managed to last about ten more seconds and then that it was, he was coming again, busting a huge load into her pussy.

“Oh fuck, you’re coming! Oh, I can feel it!” she gasped. “Is it good? Is my pussy good?” she moaned, rubbing his back.

“Yes!” he cried. “Yes! Fuck! Oh, Hannah!”

If anything, this orgasm was even more powerful than the last one. It tore through him, filling his every nerve ending with pure, red hot bliss as he filled her pussy with his seed. His whole body was alive with the sizzling, electric sexual rapture of orgasming into a beautiful woman without any kind of protection. It felt like it went on and on and on and he was jerking and twitching, his hips jolting forward involuntarily, pushing himself even deeper into her as he came. Eventually, his dick ran dry and soon he was still.

He went slack against her, slicked with sweat, gasping for breath.

“Holy. Fucking. Shit,” he whispered.

Hannah patted his back. “You have fun?”

“Oh yeah,” he replied.

They laid there in silence for a moment.

“Now what?” he asked.

CHAPTER TWO

They decided that the first order of business should be a shower.

“I never asked you about the thing I always ask you about,” Jason said, still feeling in a daze as he stood in Hannah’s shower with her, both of them wet and naked. Being in a daze seemed to help him find his voice and form more coherent thoughts, oddly enough. It also probably helped that he’d actually had sex, or, more basically, blown his load. Having an orgasm always seemed to throw everything into a smooth clarity.

“That’s true,” Hannah said. “We didn’t talk about our stalled writing careers.”

He wasn’t sure how to respond to that. On the one hand, she was right. On the other hand, although Hannah was pretty blunt and open, and rarely pulled her punches verbally, she was always optimistic and upbeat when it came to writing, his career and hers. Although career wasn’t really an applicable word here.

Hell, hobby hardly fit the bill anymore.

Dream was more like it. Or fantasy.

“I’m sorry,” she said suddenly, “I-that was mean. I just, you know, after I have sex, it’s kind of like being a little drunk. I don’t think about what I’m saying and-”

“Hannah,” he said, interrupting her. “It’s okay.” He laughed and then stepped forward, wrapping his arms around her and hugging her close. She hugged him back. After a few seconds he said, “God, you have amazing fucking tits.” He paused. “Okay, now I’m sorry.”

She giggled. “No, it’s fine. And a compliment. We’re wet and naked and pressed up against each other, I don’t blame you for thinking about them.”

They parted and stood a little away from each other, looking at each other.

“So, um, I have to ask, because this is going bug me otherwise. Like, a lot. But...why did you proposition me for sex? Not that I’m complaining in the slightest. It just doesn’t make any sense. I mean...you know?”

“Can you explain why it doesn’t make any sense?” Hannah replied. “I feel like I’ve got a grasp of what you’re saying, but I also feel like this might be a, um, sensitive topic? Sex always seems to be,” she said.

“Fair enough,” he replied. God, it was so much easier to think now. “You’re hot. Like, porn star hot. Runway model hot. You’re a vampire. You’re older than me. I don’t know by how much, but I’m sure you are, and not just by a few years. You’re obviously competent, both socially and sexually. And I’m...none of those things. You asking me for sex is like...like a millionaire choosing to live in a broken down, one-room house in the middle of nowhere instead of a mansion in the city.”

“Okay, wow, you don’t have any self esteem,” Hannah said. She flinched. “Shit, sorry.”

“You’re not wrong,” he replied.

She reached out and placed her hands on his shoulders. “I like you, Jason. I’m sure you’ve picked up on the fact that we started getting along like...right away.” He nodded. “That doesn’t happen for me, okay? It’s been a little while since I’ve had an actual friend. Like, someone I could just hang out with, just talk or play games or watch movies while eating pizza, you know? We’re actually a lot alike, we just...gel. You don’t make me nervous and, if I’ve read you right, I don’t make you nervous...right?” she asked.

“No, not at all. Anxious from being horny, yes, but not nervous,” he replied.

She laughed. “I’m sorry about that. I’m naturally both a...sexual and a casual person. What I wear around the apartment...it’s a combination of being lazy and not liking clothes, and wanting to...well, show off, I guess. I used to be pretty low on the attractive scale too. And, I mean, I know it’s stupid. Being attractive shouldn’t matter, but, well, you know how it is. We live in a society where that’s basically all that fucking matters. But in answer to your question, and without going into too much detail, I had the life that you think I could have so easily. For like twenty years almost. Like yeah, I hung out with my own kind, and lots of other magical beings, and slept around a lot, and did all sorts of crazy shit, and then I stopped.

“Again, I don’t really want to go into why, but I stopped two years ago and moved out here. I wanted something...simple. And I tried to make friends with humans, but I’m bad at it. And like I said, we just click, Jason. I like you. Despite what view you have of yourself, I think you’re cute, and you’re funny, and kind, and...just so easy to talk to. That’s the problem with a lot of people, I think. They bullshit. They pretend to be someone or something else, and they put up a front, and you just...don’t. At all. You’re just...you. And I think that takes a huge strain off of me, because if you’re being you then I can be me, and that’s just such a fucking relief, because there’s a shitload of posturing and bullshit and posing in our culture. Plus...well, never mind.”

She smiled at that last part.

“Plus what?” Jason asked, still processing all of this. What she said had made a lot of sense, actually. Some of it he hadn’t even realized about himself, like the fact that he never tried to put up a front. Honestly, it never even really occurred to him.

“I don’t wanna say, it’s weird.”

“Come on, you just sucked me dry and let me blow my load inside of you.”

She snorted. “Okay, fine, fair point. I’m kinda like...the fact that you’re young and cute and inexperienced and kind of socially awkward turns me on. Like, I dunno, it just feels...deviant and like I’m corrupting you or something...” She hesitated. “I told you, it’s weird.”

“No, it’s fine. I kind of get it. And I’m pretty happy to be corrupted.”

She laughed. “Good. Cause if you’re down for it, I’d like to keep this going.”

“Oh yeah, definitely. I honestly can’t say I’d ever turn you down for sex.”

They stared at each other for a moment. She looked so fucking good, pale and wet and naked, her red hair darkened and wet, plastered to her head. And then there were her breasts, big and pale and perky with perfect pink nipples.

“Um...so you wanna fuck again?” Hannah asked suddenly, no doubt picking up on how fucking horny he was getting.

“Yes, please,” he replied immediately.

She laughed, then she stepped forward, her expressing growing serious. She wrapped her arms around him and pressed her full, luscious red lips against his. Again, he thought about how kissing her was like grabbing a live wire. Not painful, but powerful. It was like she was lust incarnate. He reached back around as he deepened the kiss and grabbed her big, wonderful ass. Fuck, she was so thick and firm and curvy. He wasn’t sure what all the rave about super skinny girls was. He didn’t have anything against them, but for him there was nothing quite like a curvy girl. He loved thighs that touched. Although, to be fair, he knew that Hannah was a pretty unrealistic standard of beauty. She was like hot to an unfair level because of her vampirism.

And he had her all to himself, apparently.

After a moment, he pulled her briefly away, then began to carefully turn her around. She turned around willingly and pressed herself up against him, her wonderful butt in his crotch now. He was stiff and throbbing, aching to be inside of her tight perfection again, and she began to bend over, but he stopped her.

“What?” she asked. “It’ll be easier this way.”

“Not yet,” he replied, slipping his arms around her so that she was standing back up again, still pressed against him.

“What-” she began, then he slipped his hand lower, to her crotch, in between her thick thighs. He slipped his finger carefully between the taut lips of her pussy and found the small nub of her clit. Once his fingertip came in contact with it, he started to rub it.

Hannah gasped. “Oh, fuck, Jason...you don’t-I told you, oh fuck! I’m super sensitive, like, I’ll totally come when you fuck me, you don’t have to do foreplay.”

“Then you’ll come twice,” he murmured in her ear, and began to rub her clit a little harder and faster. “I want to do this for you, Hannah. I want to make you feel good.”

“Oh, fuck, that’s so good, Jason,” she whispered, and he could feel her trembling slightly. She began gasping and moaning. With his other hand, he reached up and began groping one of her breasts, brushing his fingertips over her nipple every now and then, while at the same time leaning in and kissing the side of her neck.

“Holy shit, you’re...you’re good at this,” she murmured.

Jason was working her clit harder and faster now, rubbing back and forth. He was preparing to move on to the next part of foreplay, something he had learned with his girlfriends, first work the clit, then move into the pussy itself, then back and forth. However, about three seconds before he was going to make that move, Hannah suddenly let out a yell that startled him and she bucked in his arms almost hard enough to knock him over.

“Oh fucking damn I’m coming!” she cried, and she leaned against the wall, arms out, head hung down under the showerhead, moaning and trembling. Jason stood back, almost afraid to touch her, since she seemed to lose control of her great strength. He watched her thigh muscles bulge and her fantastic ass jiggle as she came, absolutely in love with the sound of her voice as she moaned in desperate pleasure.

When her orgasm had run its course, she straightened up, popped her neck and then turned around. She stepped forward and gave him a hard hug. “Thank you so much,” she said, her forehead pressed against his. “It’s been awhile since I’ve enjoyed good foreplay. Now I’ve got a question for you,” she said.

“Shoot,” he replied.

“Have you ever fucked a girl in the shower bareback and then blown your load all over her face?” she asked.

“Not even close.”

“Would you like to?”

“I’d love to.”

“Then I’ll let you do that right now,” she said. She gave him a firm, lingering kiss on the mouth, then turned around and bent over. “Put it in me.”

He looked down at her thick ass, then reached down and grabbed his cock with one hand while settling his other hand on her hip. He slipped it inside of her pussy and groaned as a flash of hot pleasure shot through him. Sex with Hannah really was unlike any other sex he’d had before. He didn’t know if it was because she was a vampire or because she was so fucking hot or because she was just so overtly and openly sexual.

Probably a combination of all three.

Whatever it was, he was out of his mind was joy and arousal. Once he was inside, Jason settled both hands on her broad, smooth hips, gripped her firmly and started fucking her. She was just too amazing inside. She was something out of this world, something beyond it maybe. In that moment, there was nothing to him but Hannah, nothing in the whole world but her and the shower and her fantastic, perfect body.

“Uhn, yes!” she moaned, pushing against him, grinding her big butt against his crotch and forcing him even deeper into her pussy. “Fuck me, Jason! Fuck me!” she screamed at him.

He gripped her hips more firmly and started fucking her harder and faster, sliding smoothly and rapidly in and out out of her flawless, slick pussy. He couldn’t believe that Hannah was going to let this keep happening. Jason let go of her hips and slipped his hands up and around her, sliding up her smooth, flat stomach and getting a good grasp on her huge tits. Fuck they were just so perfect. Hannah was like something out of a dream.

Thinking about all the things he wanted to do with her, about how he was going to keep fucking her and pleasuring her, combined with just how fucking good she felt, was making it difficult to keep from letting off. He wanted her to come one more time. After groping her tits for a bit longer, he let go of one and reached down, in between her legs.

“What are you-oh fuck yes!” Hannah screamed as he found her clit and started rubbing it again. He barely had to do it for more than a few seconds before he could feel her coming again. “Oh Jason, it feels so fucking good!” she cried, twitching against him as he kept fucking her. He kept going through her orgasm, loving the sound of her moans and the way her body jerked and twitched, but he was dangerously close to an orgasm now.

He barely managed to hold on until she was finished, then he called out a warning and like fucking magic Hannah straightened up, stepped away so that he slipped out of her, turned around and crouched down. She looked up at him while gripping his cock, made a fist and started jacking him off rapidly and expertly.

“Holy fuck!” he shouted as he started to come.

An explosion of pure pink bliss ruptured within him, radiating out and filling up his whole body, refreshing itself every second or so as his seed began to leave his body in thick, powerful spurts, each one causing his hips to jerk, his cock to twitch in Hannah’s firm grasp and a new wave of pleasure to fill him up.

He groaned and gasped as he looked down, watching Hannah’s face get covered by spurts of his clear-white seed. She continued jacking him off, never breaking rhythm as he came, her eyes closed, letting him shoot his load all over her. He watched as his seed jetted from the tip of his dick and landed on her cheeks, her lips, her nose, her forehead. He made a mess all over her. It was probably one of the hottest things he’d ever seen and he wasn’t even sure why. He was just tremendously grateful that Hannah had let him do it to her.

Eventually, his orgasm ran its course and his dick was just dry jerking. Hannah kept jacking him off through the end, and when he was done, she opened her mouth and put his cock in there, cleaning it with her lips and tongue, another thing that surprised him. Jason let out a startled moan of pleasure as she did this. Once she had it back out of her mouth, Hannah stood up, turned around and washed her face off in the shower.

“Thanks,” he said, leaning against the wall, getting his breath back. Fuck, orgasms with Hannah left him seriously drained, and he’d had three so far.

“You’re welcome,” she replied, finishing washing up.

Neither of them spoke as he took a moment to get his breath back. When he was feeling more in control of himself again, he straightened up carefully and then slowly maneuvered around Hannah as she handed over the shower. Jason slowly went about cleaning himself, taking a bar of soap and lathering it up.

“You doing okay?” Hannah asked, squeezing water from her hair.

“Um...yeah. Uh, why?” he replied.

She laughed. “You look a little stoned,” she replied.

“I guess I kind of am. You, um, you’re really good at sex. And you’re really fucking hot,” he said. “I mean, like, really hot.”

She snorted. “And you’re so articulate for a writer.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“Finish up and we’ll head back to the living room.”

“Okay.”

He finished up, then killed the water and got out with her. They both grabbed towels and dried off, then left the bathroom. Hannah pulled on some panties and a tanktop and Jason pulled his boxers and t-shirt back on and they headed into the living room. They sat down on the couch next to each other and Hannah put her legs in his lap.

“I’ve been wanting to put my legs in your lap for like...well, since we first started hanging out,” she said.

“Why didn’t you?” he replied.

“Because I felt...guilty. I was teasing you enough as it was.”

“Why were you teasing me?” he asked.

She rolled her eyes. “Duh! I wanted you to fuck me. I was hoping you’d work up the courage to, you know, put the moves on me.”

Jason snorted and shook his head. “In case you haven’t noticed, I don’t have any moves.”

“Fair enough. But, I mean, even an awkward come-on would’ve been nice. I mean, I didn’t put any moves on you. I just, you know, asked.”

“Yeah...” Jason paused and broke into an unexpected yawn. “Oh man, I...shit, I’m sorry, I’m suddenly so tired.”

“Well, you did just fuck twice and get a full-on blowjob. That tends to tire men out, from what I understand.”

Jason glanced around, found her clock hanging on the wall and was shocked to see that it was a little past three in the morning. He’d gotten over here at just around one o’clock...had two hours actually passed since then?

He yawned again. “This is embarrassing,” he muttered, his eyelids feeling heavy.

“It’s fine,” Hannah replied. “You want to sleep over here with me?” she asked.

“I’d love to, but are you even tired?”

“Sleep...is a little different for me. I can sleep,” she replied.

“All right. If you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind, come on.”

They both got up and headed back into her bedroom. Jason’s heart was starting to hammer again. It had been awhile since he hadn’t slept alone. Again, there was that flicker of fear, what if she bit him in his sleep? He’d be completely vulnerable. But the fear was gone almost before it was fully formed. He trusted Hannah, it was that simple. She took her tanktop back off, then her panties. He became distracted once more by her nudity.

She noticed his gaze. “I sleep naked,” she said.

“I...okay, cool.”

“You should too...it’ll make middle-of-the-night sex a lot easier.”

Well, he couldn’t argue with that. He took his own clothes back off and climbed into bed with her. Hannah turned out the lights, then they got beneath her big, comfortable blankets and came together in the middle of the bed, facing each other in the darkness. He could still barely see her face in the dim glow from the streetlights outside.

She smiled. “I’m glad we did this,” she said softly.

“I am too,” Jason replied, and yawned again. Now that he was in a big, warm, comfortable bed, the sleepiness was more powerful than ever.

Hannah gave him a kiss, then turned over and pressed her back up against him. He slowly put an arm around her, remembering what it was like to spoon with a woman, and she reached down, took his hand and settled it on the swell of one of her breasts.

“Goodnight,” she murmured.

“Goodnight,” he said, and slept.

…

If he had dreams that night, Jason didn’t remember them.

The sleep he got was strange. He remembered curling up against Hannah, feeling her warm, soft, curvy body. He remembered being more comfortable than he had been in a long time. Then, the next thing he knew, he was opening his eyes and there was muted sunlight streaming into the room. He was still tired, but what really shoved its way to the forefront of his attention was how fucking horny he was!

It was like he was hooked up to a fucking car battery or something. It felt like his body was aflame with desire, and not just desire to ejaculate, not just generic lust, no, he wanted very specifically to have sex.

Jason sat up, his breath coming heavier now. His dick was a bar of metal between his legs, throbbing low and powerfully with an intense desire. Hannah shifted in the bed beside him. She looked over at him. She was awake, lying on her back, the blankets having fallen off of her chest, revealing her huge, pale, bare breasts.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“Horny,” he replied.

“Me too. Let’s go.”

That was all he needed. Hannah pulled the blankets back and he almost got on top of her, but at the last second remembered the lube. He reached up, grabbed it off her headboard, rubbed his cock down, tossed it aside and got in between her thick, pale thighs.

“Fuck me,” she whispered huskily as he laid against her.

Jason responded with actions, his movements desperate and clumsy. He got his dick up against her tight opening and pushed his way inside. Hannah let out a powerful moan as he got inside of her, then cried out as he pushed his way all the way into her. Jason laid down against her and brought his arms up under her, gripping her shoulders from the back. Spreading his legs out so that he could use his knees to help him, he started drilling into her hard and fast. Hannah screamed in pleasure, grabbed his back and wrapped her legs around him.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fucking yes!” she shrieked.

There was no pretense here, no foreplay or any of the other rituals Jason had learned in his limited forays into lovemaking. This was sex, pure and simple. This was fucking for the pure, feral pleasure of fucking for both of them, probably closer to the rutting animals did. Both of them were grunting and groaning as they furiously pressed their hips against each other, Jason burying himself deeper into her each time.

He didn’t know how long the fuck session lasted, but it was definitely short and he was too horny to feel embarrassed for not lasting too long. Nor did he think it really mattered to Hannah, because about five seconds before he started blowing his load into her, he felt her muscles start to twitch and spasm and she let out a cry that signaled she was having an orgasm. As they both came together, they grasped each other tightly, faces set, eyes closed, gasping for breath as they orgasmed, powerful waves of pure pleasure tearing through them.

When he was finished, Jason disengaged from her, pulled out, and fell onto his back, gasping for breath, his vision swimming.

“Whoa, you okay?” she asked, sitting up, brushing some hair aside.

“Yeah...gimme a minute...” he replied, his chest heaving. “Shit, I think I need something to drink. Throat’s dry...”

“Here, hold on,” Hannah said, getting up. “There’s some water bottles in the fridge.”

He laid there, eyes closed, feeling almost like he was on the verge of passing out. That was one intense fuck session and it followed who knew how many hours of flat dead sleep. When Hannah came back into the room, she passed him a chilled bottle of water.

“Thanks,” he said.

“You’re welcome. I need another shower. You should join me when you’re ready,” she replied.

He nodded and took a deep drink. “I will.”

She smiled at him, lingering for a moment, seemingly studying him, then she turned and left. Despite everything, he found his eyes drawn like magnets to her well-padded ass. When she was gone, he sat there a moment longer, taking periodic drinks from the bottle. When it was half drained and he felt like he was back in control of himself, Jason got up. He kept the water with him as he walked into the bathroom and then set it down on the counter.

Hannah was already behind the shower curtain, steam slowly filling the bathroom. Jason felt a powerful urge to take a leak and almost did, then stopped.

“Uh...it won’t be weird if I take a leak, will it?” he asked.

“No, I don’t care,” she replied.

With that potentially awkward social situation averted, Jason proceeded to piss and then flushed when he was done. Hannah let out a small shriek of surprise.

“Oh, shit! Sorry!” he called. How the hell could he have forgotten that ancient problem of the water getting colder in a shower when you flushed?

“It’s fine, I forgot, too,” Hannah replied. “It’s back to normal now. Get in.”

“Okay.”

He joined her in the shower and they spent a few minutes simply waking up and washing off. Or, rather, he did. Hannah seemed fully awake. Jason felt like he was getting up after a nine week coma. How long had he been asleep?

“You up for going out soon?” Hannah asked.

“Yeah, sure. Where would you want to go?” he replied.

“I dunno, nowhere special. Just like a walk around the park maybe and to eat at a diner or something.”

“That’d be great.” Jason found himself wondering suddenly about a few things and figured now would be as good a time as ever to ask about them. “I’ve got a few questions.”

“Okay, shoot,” Hannah replied. He thought she sounded very calm but he could also detect a note of tension there, too.

“Last night, a few times, you used your strength. I know vampires are supposed to be like three or four times stronger than humans. You seemed to freak out a little each time. Why?”

She hesitated, clearly considering what to say. “I’ve had bad experiences in the past, with regular humans. I mean...okay, well, I guess if this is going to become a more regular thing and I’m going to be letting you inside of me a lot, I might as well tell you a few things. First of all, I still have kind of a knee-jerk bad reaction to showing off my more obvious vampire traits around humans. I’ve had a lot of hate thrown my way in my life. But the more painful reason is...” she hesitated again, sighed quietly, “I had a boyfriend two years ago. A human boyfriend. And I...got too rough one night and I broke his arm and a couple ribs.”

“Oh...fuck, I’m sorry.”

“Yeah. He didn’t break up with me, we stayed together, but...after that it just wasn’t the same. I could tell he was afraid of me, even if it wasn’t a conscious fear. He knew I hadn’t done it on purpose, that I would never intentionally hurt him, but the damage was done. We broke up two months later and that was really, really painful.”

He could tell, the look on her face was the single most upset and hurt he’d ever seen her. She looked on the verge of crying. Jason immediately stepped forward and wrapped her in a hard hug. “I’m so sorry, Hannah.”

“Thank you,” she whispered. “We were in love and...I fucked it up and I didn’t even mean to. So...now you know why I’m so cautious.”

“I understand,” he replied quietly.

She took a moment and then stepped back from him. She looked better. “You said you had more than one question.”

“Oh, um, yeah. How badly does sunlight affect you? I’ve never actually figured that out.”

“It’s not as bad as everyone thinks. I mean, I’ve got the tinting on all my windows. I won’t like burst into flames or something when I go out there, but it is extremely uncomfortable to be out in bare sunlight. If it’s bright and hot enough, it actually hurts. It’s why I go to sleep when the sun comes up. But I can go out if I have to, just have to put on some long-sleeved shirts and long pants and wear sunglasses and like a hat or a kerchief or something.”

“Oh man, you would look so fucking hot in a kerchief,” Jason said. “Um, sorry.”

She smirked. “No, it’s fine. It’d be good if I got to know your fetishes...what are your fetishes, anyway?” she asked.

“Oh...I, uh, thought it would’ve been obvious by now,” he replied.

“Not really. The sex we had last night was pretty vanilla. I mean, don’t get me wrong, it was hot and awesome, but not kinky.”

“Well...I’ve always had a fetish for, you know, um, inhuman women, or, um, magical women? I don’t really know the term.”

“Either one works,” Hannah replied with a shrug. She seemed to reconsider. “Though I guess magical is better.”

“And, I mean, I don’t want you to think that that’s the only reason I slept with you.”

“Jason, you’ve made it abundantly clear why you slept with me. Don’t worry. I feel like we have a real, emotional connection. We’re two good friends who have taken the next step and become very good friends...with benefits.”

“Okay, good.”

“So not just vampires, huh? What else?”

“Well, I mean, elf girls, obviously.”

“Oh yeah, obviously. Everyone loves the fucking elf girls.”

“I really want to sleep with like a werewolf chick...okay, this just feels weird, telling you about other women I want to fuck.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not jealous. I mean, well, I’d like our relationship to be exclusive. Well...for now...um, that’s something we can talk about later.”

“Okay,” Jason replied, wondering what exactly that meant.

“Come on, it’s an overcast day, let’s head out now. It’s been like forever since I’ve actually left this damned apartment.”

“Sounds great.”

They finished washing up, killed the water and dried off. After they did, Jason realized he only had yesterday’s clothes over here. He pulled them on and then turned to Hannah, who was getting into a sports bra and panties.

“I’ve gotta run over to my apartment and get some fresh clothes,” he said.

“Okay. Wait for me there, I’ll come get you when I’m ready.”

“Got it.”

He headed out and came into his apartment, his head still spinning a bit. He realized that yeah, he hadn’t ever seen Hannah out of her apartment, and they were going to go out together for the first time. He pulled on some jeans, a black t-shirt, and a black hoodie over fresh boxers and socks and began pacing his apartment. It took about fifteen minutes and he was almost getting ready to go knock on her door when she knocked on his.

He was about to give her shit for taking so long, jokingly of course, but as he opened the door he found himself speechless.

Hannah looked...radiant.

There was a strangely casual yet intense beauty to her. She was wearing a tight, (very tight), pair of jeans and a tight t-shirt that did a lot to show off her fit yet busty frame. Her hair was pulled into a loose ponytail and she’d clearly put on some makeup, darkening her eyes and reddening her lips and enhancing her features in other, subtler ways. She also had in brilliantly blue contacts. He could hardly tell that she was a vampire at all. But more than that, despite the fact that there was an air of very laid back casualness to her, like she’d just thrown this get-up on, she also looked like she belonged on the glossy cover of a magazine that read ‘Sexiest Woman of the Year’.

“Holy. Fuck.”

She smiled. “I take it you like?” she asked.

“Um...yeah. I mean, wow. Seriously, holy shit.”

She laughed this time. “Come on, let’s go. I’m starving.”

“Okay...” He walked out and locked his door. “You didn’t have to dress up.”

“I know, I wanted to. I like looking good, and...well, if I’m being totally honest, I want to make some bitches jealous, and some assholes jealous of you.”

He laughed awkwardly, unsure of what to make of that. “Well...okay.”

She took his hand and laced their fingers together. “Come on, let’s go have some breakfast. There’s this great little diner I used to go to.”

“Breakfast?” Jason replied as they stepped outside. He glanced up. The sky was indeed overcast and gray, the sunlight very muted. It had rained at some point earlier in the day and it looked like it might again in the near future.

“Breakfast is the first meal of the day,” Hannah replied firmly as they started walking through the parking lot, headed for the main road. They were lucky, a lot of stuff seemed to be along that road: gas, restaurants, grocery stories.

“Fair point,” he agreed.

As they kept walking, Jason reached into his pocket and finally checked the time on his phone. He was shocked to find that it was three thirty in the afternoon. He’d slept for around twelve hours. Twelve hours was a pretty long sleep for him.

“Jeez,” he muttered, pocketing his phone.

“You okay?” Hannah asked.

“Yeah. Just...didn’t realize how late it was. I slept my ass off.”

She grinned. “Well, sex with me is pretty intense,” she replied. “Plus, you’ve been staying up pretty late recently. Sometimes you don’t leave my place until nine in the morning.”

“Yeah, that makes sense...so, we never did talk about writing, like we always do,” he said. “I was thinking last night, when I was walking home, something along the line of what you said in the shower earlier.”

“I’m sorry about that,” Hannah murmured.

“No, it’s fine. You’re right. I, um, I’ve been unsure of how to get my shit together. I feel like...I don’t know, I feel like I’m waiting for this like perfect storm of events and life situations, and for inspiration, but even when it does come, it never lasts long enough to make any serious progress. And I’m not a hundred percent sure how to get past that.”

Hannah was quiet for several minutes as they walked along the sidewalk. Traffic was light and there weren’t a lot of people around. It felt like they had this area of the city to themselves. It was a good feeling.

“I know how,” she said quietly.

“What? Like, seriously? Like an actual answer?” he replied. She sounded unhappy but also very sure of herself.

“Yep. It won’t make you happy,” she replied.

“I don’t know, knowing how to write books and that being my job would make me pretty fucking happy,” Jason said.

They were coming up on the diner now. He’d passed the place a lot of times, though he’d never eaten there himself. It was just called Joe’s Diner, about as generic a name as you could get, and it was obviously an independent place. There was hardly anyone inside. Another good thing. Jason didn’t like crowds and he imagined Hannah probably didn’t either.

“Let’s order first,” she said.

The suspense was killing him, because it sounded like Hannah might actually have an answer, but he didn’t want to press the issue. They walked into the diner and he suddenly wondered if anyone would be able to tell if she was vampire. Again, there were laws against hate crimes, serious ones, but it didn’t stop someone from, say, sprinkling a vampire’s food with garlic powder. It gave them a serious allergic reaction similar to anaphylactic shock.

It could kill them.

But the kinds of looks Hannah was getting were the kind that was someone reacting to her extreme beauty. They walked up to the counter and the guy behind the register had to punch their orders in three times. It was kind of obvious that he was checking out Hannah’s immense, pale cleavage.

The place served all day breakfast pretty much. Jason ordered country fried steak with white gravy, scrambled eggs, and bacon, and Hannah got a meat and cheese and egg sandwich. They both ordered milk and then went to sit in one of the booths after paying.

“So what’s this secret?” Jason asked.

“At the risk of ruining your mood at the beginning of this fine day together...the secret to writing books is to sit down and write them.”

He stared at her for a few seconds. “What...do you mean?”

She sighed. “The secret to writing books, Jason, is to sit down and write them no matter what. Write if you’re unhappy. Write if you’re angry. Write if you’re sick. Write if you’re distracted. Write if it’s the last thing you want to do...there’s a little more to it than that, but that’s basically the core of the secret of writing. Of doing anything, really.”

He frowned. He’d heard similar things, looking up help and hints and tips on getting past writer’s block. It wasn’t something he’d ever wanted to serious contemplate. Jason didn’t exactly have an iron will. Was it really that simple? He supposed that, technically, there was nothing actually wrong with what she was saying.

“I told you it wouldn’t make you unhappy,” Hannah said.

“So it’s really that simple?” he asked.

“Yep.”

“Well...if you know this, then why are you having as much trouble as I am?” he asked.

Hannah opened her mouth, then paused. Their food was coming. They waited until their food and drinks had been set down.

“I used to have a writing career,” she said quietly.

Jason had been cutting into his country friend steak but his eyes shot up, across the table at her. “What?!” he whispered harshly.

She frowned and poked at her food for a moment, then sighed.

“It’s okay, you...you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” Jason said, suddenly uncomfortable.

“No, it’s fine. I wrote...lusty romances about twelve years ago, got signed with a fairly decent publisher. I put out six books in three years. Everything was going really well. I had made a shitload of money. And then...well, it got out that I was, well you know,” she said, looking around uncomfortably. “After that, sales plummeted and I started getting threats in the mail, online. I don’t know what set it off, there are other, successful writers like me out there, and actors, and singers...” She shrugged helplessly.

“So...what happened?”

“I was dropped by my publisher. They apologized but business was business. So I kind of lost any desire to write for a long time after that. It’s only since I moved out here that I thought I might pick it back up. And...well, it hasn’t been going so well, obviously. I’m having difficulties finding the motivation and, well, if I’m being totally honest, I’m afraid that it’s going to happen again, you know?” she replied.

“Hannah, I’m so sorry,” he said.

“I know, I am too. It’s behind me now and I’m slowly getting closer, but I haven’t forgotten that one truth of writing. If you want to be a writer, you sit down and write, every day until you’re done. You just keep going.”

Jason wasn’t sure how to respond to that, so he didn’t.

Instead, he simply started eating his meal. Smelling it was extremely distracting and he realized that he wasn’t just hungry but starving. Both he and Hannah ate in silence. He contemplated her words as he ate, uncomfortable with the situation. The idea that Hannah could have once been a successful writer seemed so unlikely...and yet her past was a blank void to him. He knew basically nothing about her life before this. He was honestly surprised that she had shared as much with him today as she had. She obviously trusted him a lot if she was sharing this with him, but he thought there was more to it than simple trust.

She’d been alone for who knew how long. Being alone tended to make things difficult in a number of ways. Not having someone to talk to was a problem. He knew. Even though they’d been hanging out for two months now, Jason knew that she hadn’t felt comfortable enough around him during those times to unload this kind of stuff, but now she did, so he imagined there would probably be a lot more in the near future.

He wondered what kind of things Hannah had hidden in her past.

As they finished eating, he noticed that she was starting to seem uncomfortable. More people had come in since they had first ordered.

“You want to head to the park?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she replied.

They got up and left the diner, heading back outside. Hannah took his hand again and leaned her head against his shoulder. It sent a thrilled tremor through him, out from his stomach. He’d forgotten how wonderful simple touching could make him feel. Just holding her hand was enough to get his heart going. They walked in silence along the road until they got to the park a little bit further along the road. It wasn’t too large, but it was a pretty nice place. It was enclosed in a large black fence, sported several trees and a small pond near the center that had fish in it. He’d come here a few times when he was trying to do things he didn’t normally do.

They walked in through the front gate and started walking along the pathway that circled the park.

“What’s on your mind?” Jason asked. He could tell that Hannah was deep in thought about something. He’d slowly picked up an ability to read her emotions, despite how good she was at staying guarded. Although he imagined a lot had changed since Hannah was slowly letting her guard down around him now.

“I’ve been thinking about something,” she replied. “I guess...I feel like we should have a real, direct conversation about where we stand and where we hope to go.”

As she said this, they slowly came to a halt in front of a bench. Jason figured this was the kind of conversation that should probably be had while sitting instead of walking. He sat down and so did she, sitting close to him.

“I’m pretty much cool with whatever you want,” he replied.

“But what do you want? That’s what I want to know,” Hannah said firmly.

“I want to date you...and keep having sex with you,” he said. If it were anyone but Hannah, he wouldn’t have put it that bluntly, probably would have just left the sex part implied, but if there was one thing that she had gotten across to them in their time together, it was that she wanted him to tell her the truth, even if the truth was something like ‘I don’t want to talk about that’, instead of just awkwardly pushing the situation around. Which was, in a way, kind of ironic given that Hannah had raised social misdirection to an art form.

Hannah smiled. “Good! Cause I want those same two things as well. I was kind of worried that maybe I was moving a little fast, because I don’t really have a good concept of, like, how fast is too fast? Let me tell you, waiting two months to fuck you was a really long wait. I don’t think I’ve waited that long to fuck someone since I became a vampire,” she said.

“Oh…well, thank you, I think.”

“You’re welcome. So, you officially want to become boyfriend and girlfriend?” she asked, sounding hopeful.

“Yes. With gusto.”

She snorted. “Good to know. Then it’s decided. We are so totally dating. Now...” she looked around, chewing on her lip, “how about we go back to my place and fuck to celebrate? Cause it’s kind of cold out here and I’m really horny.”

“Me too and that sounds awesome,” he replied, standing up quickly.

She stood up as well and they began leaving the park, making their way back to the apartment as quickly as they could without actually running.

CHAPTER THREE

Tonight, Jason wasn’t walking home, he was hurrying home.

It had been two days since he and Hannah had decided to officially become a couple. Unfortunately for him, those two days had both been working days. He had come very, very close to calling in both days, because he was high out of his skull on new relationship emotions. He’d forgotten how fantastic they could feel. It was like being a daze, like nothing could bother him, and all he wanted to do was get back to Hannah, to be around her in some capacity, to be touching her or kissing her or lying next to her.

Although one thing he was noticing was that it had never been this good with either of his two other girlfriends. He had never been this compelled to be around them, and that was getting him thinking about something else. There were all sorts of rumors and bits of misinformation out there about vampires and other magical beings, but one of the more persistent ones that he’d never quite figured out if it was true or not was the idea that vampires had ways to...well, hypnotize wasn’t quite the right word.

Seduce, that was the right word.

Ways to seduce people. He wondered if that was happening with Hannah. If so, it didn’t really need to happen, because he really was just that into her, but if it was happening, then...well, it felt pretty fucking good. It was something he had finally decided he wanted to ask her about, but it was one of those questions that was just so awkward. He could really appreciate how she’d felt when she was asking him about his sex life earlier and his self esteem. He knew it was a bad idea to let women know you didn’t have any, because a lack of confidence was pretty unattractive, and he didn’t even blame anyone for that.

It made enough sense.

And for the most part, he thought he hid it pretty well, sometimes even from himself. But he had to admit, the fact that Hannah was enthusiastically dating and fucking him was a huge boost to his morale and confidence. And there had been a lot of fucking. Since Hannah had come onto him, they’d fucked...he thought about it for a moment. They had fucked ten times. He had to think about that again as he hurried down the street to their apartment complex. Yeah, holy shit, they’d had sex ten times. That was a lot.

He imagined it would probably cool off kind of soon, there was no way that level of sex was sustainable, at least for him. Probably Hannah could keep it up. It was like they were catching up on all the sex they’d been missing out on. Jason frowned briefly as he thought about that. Would he be able to keep her happy and satisfied? It was obvious that Hannah was more sexual than he was. He was definitely worried about his ability to keep up with her, long-term. Would that fuck the relationship up? He sure hoped not.

Jason tried to turn away from those thoughts, instead thinking about the past two days. They’d been a lot of fun. In between fucking and sleeping and work, they’d just been hanging out like they always did. In a way, it was like dating his best friend, and that thought made him come up a little short. It seemed odd that someone could become his best friend in just two short months, but that’s really what it seemed like Hannah was. They just clicked so well. They could talk for hours upon hours about all sorts of stuff.

It was never really strange or awkward or uncomfortable when like he was around...basically all the other women he’d been around in his life.

He’d often read about or seen in movies the idea of two characters meeting and it was like ‘they’d known each other their whole lives’. He’d always thought it was kind of BS, and although it wasn’t quite like that with Hannah, he could actually relate to it now. How comfortable he was around her, how easily he talked with her, how well they got along, it was like they had way more history together than they actually did.

The apartment complex was up ahead.

Jason shivered slightly, both from the cold and in anticipation. He’d slept over at Hannah’s since they’d started dating and she said she was more than happy to have him continue sleeping over. He’d been distracted all day at work, just like he’d been distracted all day yesterday. He couldn’t stop thinking about Hannah and just wanted the fucking day to be over so that he could hurry back to her apartment.

Coming up to the front door of their building, he pushed through it, glad to be out of the cold. As much as he enjoyed fall, he got cold easily and even something like the sixty degrees it was today was enough to get him shivering miserably. Not to mention the fact that it had been raining off and on for the past several days. He pounded up the stairs and hurried down the hall, coming to Hannah’s door. He tried the handle, found it unlocked and walked inside, then closed and locked the door behind him. Hannah was lying on her couch, topless.

“Hey there,” she said, grinning at him and setting aside her eReader. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too. Desperately,” he replied, kicking off his shoes, pulling off his hoodie and t-shirt and all but diving onto the couch with her.

She laughed and started kissing him, hugging him tightly as they made out. “You’re cold,” she murmured, breaking the kiss briefly.

“It’s cold outside,” he replied.

Her grin turned from friendly to sultry. “How about I help you warm up?”

“I would like that very much,” he replied, already painfully stiff in his jeans.

“Then come on, I know the perfect thing. I’ve been thinking about it all day long since you left for work,” she said.

He got up off of her and she stood up, taking his hand and leading him back to her bedroom. His heart was already hammering in his chest, excitement coursing through him. Her hand was soft, her grip firm and from the way she was moving he could feel that she was excited too. Fuck, there was nothing quite like having sex with someone who was just as excited as you were about it. They came into her bedroom and Hannah paused to peel off her panties, revealing her big, white ass that he probably would never get tired of seeing.

“How do you wanna do it tonight?” she asked.

He thought about it as he quickly undressed. “Well...” He paused, thinking about it a bit more, over all the sex they’d had over the past few days. “Huh. Except for that one time in the shower, we’ve only done it missionary, haven’t we?”

“Yeah,” she replied.

“I want to do it doggystyle,” he said.

She grinned. “One of my favorites.”

“One of? Is there a position you don’t like?” he replied as he got into bed with her.

“I...no, actually. I guess they’re all my favorites. Sex is my favorite,” she answered.

“Me too,” he replied and started making out with her again, groping her huge breasts as he climbed on top of her.

He couldn’t believe this is what happened now when he got home from work.

His hands roamed excitedly over her soft, curvy body. Every time he did this it was like a brand new experience. Jason was already beginning to flush and his heart was racing in his chest. Hannah was slipping her tongue smoothly into his mouth, breaking away every couple of seconds or so and smiling to herself, then resuming the kissing. It was almost a little like teasing and he had to admit he really liked it. Instead of just constant kissing for a long period of time, the little frequent breaks reinvigorated the making out each time.

Hannah was very skilled at it.

And her tongue was just so smooth and wet, sliding around his mouth with an expert precision, wrapping with his tongue and then breaking away again. Jason groaned as he got two handfuls of her huge, firm breasts, groping and squeezing them gently, completely in love with the erotic feeling it gave him.

“I wanna fuck now,” Hannah said as she broke away from the kiss again, her lips barely more than a quarter inch from his. “Right now.”

“Me too,” he whispered, trembling in anticipation as he got up off of her. While he grabbed the lube from her headboard and rubbed himself down, Hannah rolled over and got onto her hands and knees, presenting her huge, curvy ass to him. Jason quickly got up against her and guided his cock into her waiting pussy.

“Oh fuck!” she yelled, throwing her head back as he pushed his way into her.

Jason groaned as he sank his cock into her, gripping her broad hips as he inched his way inside one thrust at a time. Within a few seconds he was completely buried within her, his hips meeting her huge ass, fingertips sinking into her soft flesh as he gripped her hips more firmly. He settled in to really start fucking her.

Hannah apparently liked to keep her legs pressed together during doggystyle. Jason had never tried it like that. Normally the girl spread her legs out and he got in between them. He didn’t know why, but it seemed to make a difference. Her pussy felt so fucking tight and her ass looked so good. Hannah let out a loud, long cry of pleasure as he continued fucking her from behind, sliding smoothly in and out of her, stimulating her extremely sensitive pussy.

“It’s so fucking good...” she moaned, her head hanging down, rocking back and forth as he slammed into her.

Jason just groaned in reply, pure electric sexual pleasure spiraling out from his cock, filling him with raw bliss. He was absolutely, one hundred percent addicted to bareback sex with Hannah. He hoped that he never had to use a condom with her, because he wasn’t entirely sure he’d be able to go back to that kind of sex.

This was just too fucking good.

Like the sex that they normally had after he got home, this was fast and frantic, both of them just wanting to orgasm. Neither of them were masturbating anymore since it was just so much better to have the other person make them climax. Jason always made sure to get her off first. Nothing made him feel guilty in quite the same was as blowing his load without getting his partner off. Luckily for him, Hannah was like a fucking orgasm machine. It was so easy to get her off. Even as he was thinking that, he felt her body tensing, her muscles contracting, her sharp intake of breath, all telltales that she was about to come.

And then, three seconds later, she was.

“Ohhh yesyesyesyes!” she cried, her voice pitched high and frantic as the muscles in her vagina began to contract and tremble violently. He felt her get a bit hotter and wetter inside and he let out a sigh of relief, since he didn’t have to hold his own orgasm back anymore. He stared down at her broad, pale ass, at his hands settled on her round hips, at his cock disappearing into her fantastic vampire vagina over and over again. That, combined with the sounds of her intense pleasure and his thrusting becoming faster, pushed him over the edge.

Jason let out a half shout, half grunt of deep pleasure as his own orgasm welled up and burst out of him. He could feel his seed jetting out of his cock in hard spurts, could feel it leaving him as it filled up Hannah’s willing pussy. He grunted, feeling his hips thrusting madly forward in time with each fresh spurt released from him. He could still feel Hannah’s own orgasm as they came together, something he’d never been able to get right with either of his two other girlfriends. Hot pleasure spread through his whole body.

As he finished, Jason was deposited back into the real world, the intense bliss of the orgasm slowly slipping away, leaving him sweaty and shaking slightly, awash in a sea of post-orgasm pleasure. Carefully, he pulled out of her, his dick always extra sensitive after coming, especially bareback. Once he was out, Jason laid down on her bed, his head hitting the pillows heavily. Hannah let out a long, happy sigh and laid down against him.

“That was really good,” she murmured.

“Yeah,” he replied. “More doggystyle in the future.”

“Good. And I want to ride your dick later. I love being on top,” she said.

“Sounds fucking awesome.”

They laid there in silence for a little bit longer, both of them basking in that after-sex bliss, their bodies tingling with residual rapture.

After a moment, Hannah shifted. “So...you don’t work tomorrow, right?” she asked.

“Correct,” he replied. “It’s my next day off, and then I have to work five more days in a row,” he added unhappily.

“Well...I want to go on a date tomorrow.”

“A date? Like what we did night before last with the park and the diner?”

“No, not quite. That was more like hanging out. I want to go on like a real date. Like, we go somewhere fancy to eat, maybe see a movie or go mini-golfing or something. Also, don’t worry, I’ll cover it.”

“Are you...sure, I mean-”

“Jason, I’m not that kind of girl. I’ve got more money than you and I’m the one that wants to do all this, so I’ll cover it. You just have to show up, look good and fuck me raw at the end of the night. Sound good?” she asked.

“Um, sounds fucking awesome,” he replied.

“I’m an awesome girlfriend, in case you haven’t figured it out yet.”

“I predicted you would be one about...two days after we first met.”

“Wow. Didn’t take you long.”

“You’re that awesome,” he replied.

She laughed and wrapped her arms around him. “Then it’s settled. We’re going to go on a date tomorrow. Now, for tonight, I powered through like a shitload of work after you left so that I wouldn’t have anything that needed my attention when you got home. So I want a long night of cuddling, food, and gaming, with occasional breaks for frantic fucking.”

He paused and stared down at her. “You are like a literal fucking dream.”

Hannah laughed and rolled her eyes. “No, I’m not. I just fit really well with you and you fit really well with me. Now come on. Let’s shower, cause you blew like a huge load in my pussy and it’s starting to leak out all over my thighs.”

“Fair enough,” he replied.

They got up and made for the bathroom.

…

Jason sighed quietly as he looked at himself in his bathroom mirror.

He didn’t really have ‘dressy’ clothes. The best he could manage was a black, button-down long sleeved shirt and some black slacks. He didn’t even have another pair of shoes besides the gray sneakers he wore to work and everywhere else he went. Jason was a very practical person, or so he liked to believe. Honestly, it was just that he didn’t have much taste for pomp and circumstance. He didn’t really believe in getting all dressed up and it probably stemmed from the fact that whether he was naked, wearing regular attire, or all dressed up, he’d still look like him. He was stuck with how he looked, so why not just wear cheap, comfortable clothing?

He and Hannah had had a good night last night. After the ‘get home from work’ fuck, they’d showered and then binge-watched a whole season of a series that they’d been meaning to get around to watching, a horror series about a small town being haunted by some kind of mysterious entity. When that was over, they’d fucked again and then had gone to bed. When the next day had come, they’d hung for a couple of hours and then, once the sun began to set, decided it was time to head out for their date. Jason was still nervous about that.

He and dates traditionally never went together too well.

Jason had made sure to shower, wash and comb his hair, then shave. He’d put on deodorant and that was about as far as he knew what to do when it came to making himself ‘presentable’. He looked at himself in the mirror one more time, sighed and checked his phone. Well, it was about time. Leaving the bathroom, he headed back to the front door. Hannah had told him to just come over when he was ready and wait for her in the living room. He did just that, locking his apartment and then coming into her living room.

He sat down on the couch and waited.

Five minutes later, the bathroom door opened, though Hannah didn’t step out. “Jason, you out there?” she asked.

“Yep,” he called back.

“Close your eyes, I want you to see me up close, all at once.”

“Um...okay.” He closed his eyes.

“Are they closed?”

“Yes.”

“I’m going to trust you with this.”

He heard her coming down the hallway and a few seconds later, she spoke again, this time standing directly in front of him. “Open them up.”

He did. “Holy shit,” he whispered.

She looked probably the best she ever had. She was wearing a small black dress that showed off a great deal of her thick thighs and immense, pale cleavage. She’d done her hair up so that some of it hung over one of her eyes, a look that Jason had always thought impractical but also absurdly sexy. Especially on redheads. She also had expertly applied some makeup, heightening her natural beauty. On top of that, she was wearing black heels.

“You like?” she asked, grinning.

“Um...yeah. You know...um...we could maybe, like, put off going out for a little bit. Maybe like half an hour...”

“Oh no, Jason. As much as I love fucking you, I am not doing this all over again. You can fuck me at the end of the night,” she replied.

“Okay.”

She stuck out her hand. “Come on, let’s go.”

He took it and she pulled him up. He glanced down. “I didn’t know you owned heels.”

“Just the one pair. It’s been forever since I’ve worn them. I almost threw them out. They’re annoying but I think they make me look good...plus now I’m taller than you.”

“That’s true, and hot.”

“You like taller women?”

“Obviously, you’re like six fucking foot naturally.”

She laughed. “Good point. Now let’s go. You’re driving, cause I’m not walking any more than I have to in these things.”

“Fair enough.”

They left the apartment and headed out to his car. Jason found it difficult stop looking at Hannah. She seriously looked fucking amazing. He felt a strange, small guilt at being so turned on by her when she dressed up like this, because he’d always kind of gone against the whole culture of makeup and heels and fancy clothing. He’d heard a lot of women complaining that they didn’t really like it and only did it because, well, lots of reasons, but they ultimately boiled down to the fact that society was saying you had to do all these things to be attractive, and, apparently, that being attractive was pretty much the only thing that mattered.

Neither of his girlfriends had really done any of that. They hadn’t bothered with makeup or doing much more with their hair than combing it and he never gave them any grief over it. He’d honestly encouraged it, because, on top of his dislike for that aspect of society, he really did think they looked great without it.

But Hannah was clearly different. She really did seem to enjoy it. So if she enjoyed it, then why shouldn’t he?

They got into his rarely used car and pulled out of the parking lot, making for the fancy restaurant that they had picked out. It probably wasn’t actually super fancy, but Jason always ate at fast food places, so anything that had an actual waiter or waitress was fancy to him. It was a place that, according to Hannah, had a rotating menu. They swapped out what they served by the month, although there were some items on the menu that were consistent.

“You seem nervous,” Hannah said as they drove through the city.

“I am,” he replied.

“Why? Don’t be nervous. Come on, I don’t bite,” she said.

He glanced over at her. She laughed. “Yeah, I know,” he said, laughing along with her. “I’m just nervous because I’ve never been any good with dates.”

“Well, even if you suck tonight, don’t worry, you’ll still get laid.”

“Yeah, it does kind of take the edge off.”

“If it makes you feel any better, I’m nervous, too,” Hannah said quietly after a moment.

“What? Why? There’s not a whole lot you could do to turn me off.”

“I get that. It’s just...well, traditionally, my relationships with, um, normal human guys have all exploded spectacularly, or imploded, or whatever. They’ve all ended unhappily. That guy I told you about earlier, he was just one, and not even the last one. Or the worst one.”

“Worse things have happened than that?” Jason replied.

“Yeah. So, I mean, it’s going well so far, but I’m just paranoid that something is going to happen that’s going to wreck the relationship.”

“I like you a lot, Hannah. It would take a lot to make me walk away from you.”

She smiled uncertainly at him, then seemed to become a bit more confident. “All right, that’s good enough for me. Now, let’s enjoy ourselves tonight,” she replied.

He nodded. It was his day off and his first real date with Hannah, and he wanted her to enjoy herself. A couple minutes later they arrived in the parking lot of the restaurant, which operated under the name of Copper’s, which Jason thought was a weird name, but then shrugged, figuring that lots of places had weird names. They got out once he’d parked and headed into the place. Hannah seemed pleased by the amount of people that were either trying to sneak glances at her or were just openly staring at her.

Luckily, they didn’t have to wait very long and they were shown to their table almost right away. They got a booth by a window. After they’d put in their order, Hannah fixed Jason with a firm gaze. She wanted to talk about something specific.

“So...I know this isn’t exactly first date conversation, but given our relationship, I think we can dispense with a lot of those rules. And if you don’t want to talk about this, just tell me. But...what were your past relationships like?” she asked.

Jason hesitated a moment, surprised by the question. It really wasn’t first date conversation material.

“Well, I’ve had two girlfriends before now. One in high school, one after high school. Lost my virginity to the one in high school, and that was the beginning of senior year. It didn’t last too long, though. We both kind of realized that we were just dating someone to say that we were dating someone and we didn’t actually have anything in common or really fit together. I didn’t find anyone again until I was twenty. She was a lot more serious...”

“What was her name?” Hannah asked.

“Emma. She started working at the same place I did and we hit it off. After a couple of months I actually worked up the courage to ask her out on a date. She said yes. We went on a few more dates after that first one went well and it got a lot more serious. She actually moved in with me after four months.”

“So what happened?”

“She had a kind of...crisis, I guess? The same one I had. One day, she woke up and asked herself: where am I going with my life? And it wasn’t like I was exactly on the express train to success. Neither of us were. We...tried to talk it over, but ultimately she found an opportunity. She had family out in California, and they were willing to get her a good job out there. All she had to do was move. She even asked me if I’d come with her and I almost did, but I just...couldn’t. I freaked. I didn’t want to move all the way out to California.”

“That’s understandable,” Hannah murmured. “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah. It sucked and I haven’t found anyone since. Well, until I met you.”

“Do I make up for all the time you spent alone?”

“Oh fuck yes,” he replied immediately. “More than.”

“Well...that’s good to know.”

A few moments later their food arrived and they started eating.

“So, what about you?” he asked.

“What about me what?” Hannah replied.

“Past relationships?”

“Oh...eh, I want to say I’m not ready to talk about them yet. But that would be unfair, so...how about a compromise? I’ll tell you about this beautiful girl I dated several years ago.”

Jason felt his eyebrows shoot up. “I’d really like to hear about that.”

Hannah smirked. “Knew you would. Her name was Lara. She’s this beautiful, petite little brunette and she had this kickass, tight, toned little body. She was like five one. We lived together for a while. Also, she was a werewolf.”

“Whoa, seriously?”

“Yep. She actually lives here in this city. We’re still friends. God, the things she could do with her tongue...” Hannah closed her eyes and shivered briefly.

“I see,” Jason murmured, all sorts of visions filling his mind’s eye. He had no idea that Hannah was bisexual, but it didn’t really surprise him. “Was she the only girl you dated?”

“Oh no, I’ve dated tons of girls. I guess we haven’t really talked about it but I thought you’d pick up on the fact that I’m super sexual and into a lot of different people.”

“You’re not, uh, seeing anyone else right now, are you?” he asked.

“No! Definitely not.”

“Okay, I’m sorry if that was a weird question. I’m still not entirely sure if what you consider normal matches up with what I’d consider normal.”

Hannah smiled and reached across the table, taking his hand. “Jason, you can trust me to ask you directly about any large changes I’m interested in making. Or any medium changes. Really, if it will affect you, I’ll let you know. We’re in a relationship and that means we’re in this together. I’d hope you’d extend the same courtesy to me.”

“Definitely,” he replied.

“Good! Now, we should talk about writing. Have you thought at all about what I said?” she asked, going back to her meal.

“Yeah, I did. I’m still...pushing it around in my mind. Honestly, everything has gotten thrown on the back burner ever since we started dating. You’re really distracting.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment. You’re pretty distracting yourself. Although I do feel a little guilty that you aren’t getting any work done because me. Although I guess it’s fair because I’m not getting any work done because of you.”

He laughed. “I suppose that is fair. What I’ve been thinking about mostly is just selecting one of my projects and finishing it. Only a couple of them are about halfway done and something I’ve heard a lot about is that sequels and series sell big time.”

“It’s so true, now more than ever that there’s a self-publishing digital market,” Hannah replied. “Tell me about your prime candidates.”

“Well, there’s a crime thriller with like a noir bent to it. Like most crime thrillers. Then there’s a fantasy book that’s pretty generic, just about a guy who kind of stumbles into an adventure and ends up halting a disastrous event. And finally that sci-fi one I was talking about earlier, with a small crew getting stranded on a distant planet and having to survive. They’re all about a stone’s throw from being halfway done...I think. I mean, it’s been so long since I’ve done real work on them that I think at this point I might just need to tear it all down and start again.”

“I’ve been there before,” Hannah replied. “They all sound like good ideas, and all have the potential to be a series...does that turn you off, talking about series? I know there’s a lot of people who have this idea that making a sequel to something or turning something into a series, or even planning to, is like ‘selling out’ or something.”

“No, it’s fine. I guess it’d be stupid not to think about the future if I’m going to be doing this for a living. Which I hope to, someday.”

“Yeah, it’s a good idea to think ahead. Well, tell you what, when you get serious about it, I can be an editor for you and provide you with cover art.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I’m not phenomenal at it, but I think I could do okay. I do brush up on those skills from time to time, and I do know at least something about design, since I design websites.”

“I’d really appreciate that,” Jason replied.

They continued eating their meal.

…

It was close to one in the morning before they got home. After dinner, which they’d lingered over for awhile, talking more about writing and all their hopes and dreams and aspirations, they’d gone to see a late showing of a new horror movie that looked to be above average but turned out to be crap. Though, by the time they got in through Hannah’s front door, neither of them were thinking about the movie anymore.

It had become extremely apparent how horny both of them were in the car and Jason was having a hard time concentrating. They barely got to the front door before they both started kissing and Hannah missed the lock three times with the key, unsuccessfully attempting to divide her attention between it and Jason as he started pulling at her dress.

“Wait til I get inside,” she whispered huskily, grinning.

They got the door open and almost fell into the apartment. Jason kicked the door closed behind him and then quickly locked it. As soon as it was done, he moved forward, slipped the straps of Hannah’s dress off her shoulders and pulled it down. Her huge, pale breasts popped free of it. He began to grab for it again.

“Don’t tear it!” she said, grabbing his wrists. “It’s really expensive.”

“Sorry,” he replied, almost incoherent with lust.

“Come on. Bedroom. Now.”

They rushed down the short hallway into her bedroom and Jason quickly began to shed his clothing. He watched her slip the dress off over her broad hips, watched it pool at her feet. She kicked it away, standing completely naked before him. He hadn’t realized she hadn’t been wearing any panties. She crawled onto the bed and then got onto her back, staring at him.

“Well?” she asked.

He realized he’d stopped undressing, enraptured by her tall, nude form. Rousing himself, he pulled off his boxers and jumped onto the bed with her, needing to be pressed up against her, to touch her, to kiss her. He quickly climbed on top of her and felt a small sound of ecstasy escape him as he came in contact with her and began to kiss her. Her lips were truly wonderful: full and warm. Kissing her was like being hooked up to some low-level electrical charge, or maybe kind of like being hooked up to morphine.

Or maybe both.

His hands went wandering over her full, voluptuous body, reveling in the feel of her large breasts and her broad hips and thick thighs and well-padded ass. She rubbed herself sensuously against him, wrapping her arms around him as they made out. Every time they did this, it came to Jason again that Hannah was very skilled at making out, and at using her tongue. He still couldn’t believe how lucky he was to be with her.

Hannah’s hand suddenly broke away and began reaching up.

“Wait,” he said, getting his breath back and pulling back slightly. “Not yet.”

“What? Come on, I want your cock,” she replied.

“And I so want to fucking give it to you, but I’m going to eat you out first.”

“Really!? You don’t have to...”

“No, it’s fine. I want to. I regret that I haven’t gotten a chance to do it yet,” he replied, getting up off of her and down in between her thick thighs as she spread her legs for him.

“Well, I do kind of tend to skip over the foreplay,” Hannah said. “I’m just so excited to have sex, you know?”

“Oh, believe me, I know.”

Jason settled into position, lying on his stomach, staring at her smooth, taut pussy. “Do you shave it?” he asked.

“Oh, no. I had laser hair removal like ten years ago,” she replied. “I guess I hope you like it bald,” she added.

“I do,” he replied, then he got to work.

Jason reached out and carefully parted the lips of her pussy with his thumbs. He felt her tremble slightly as he did this. Then, leaning forward, he let his breath whisper out slowly across her extra sensitive skin and Hannah shuddered again, this time letting out a small sound. “You’re taking too long...” she groaned.

“Shh,” he replied.

Slowly, he extended his tongue and leaned in, gently touching the very tip of it to the small, white nub of her clit. Hannah let out a low moan. Jason had actually done some research on this, after his second girlfriend had left, and he hadn’t had a chance to use it until now. He hoped it worked. Slowly, he began to massage her clit with the tip of his tongue. As he did this, Hannah let out a louder groan of pleasure.

“Fucking yes...” she whispered. “It has been way too long...”

Well, apparently she was liking it.

He kept going, drawing it out, still using just the tip of his tongue but slowly increasing the pressure and speed. It wasn’t easy and he knew he’d have to get a lot of practice in to build up his endurance, but he was determined to show her a really good time tonight. He wanted this to be a date to remember.

Hannah cried out as, after a bit longer, he began to use more of his tongue. She moaned and drew her knees up, spreading her legs out further, reaching down and running her hands through his hair. “Oh my God, Jason! It’s so-it feels so good!” she moaned. “Fuck, you are really good at this...keep going...” she begged.

He kept going, slowly using more of his tongue, slowly increasing the pressure and the speed, holding out against exhaustion. He felt a little embarrassed that his jaw and tongue were already getting tired after only a few minutes. Hannah was getting noisier, her voice carrying, and she continued crying out in desperate pleasure. She was grabbing the blankets now, gripping and releasing them repeatedly, her hips carefully rising and falling as she pushed against him and his tongue. All at once, she let out a sharp, short cry.

“Oh yes! Oh fuck yes I’m coming!” she screamed.

Jason kept pleasuring her, kept licking her clit repeatedly, causing her to yell even louder. He’d slid his hands below and around her thighs, gripping them firmly now, his face buried in her crotch. She yelled and screamed as she came, and then, all at once, she fell back against the bed, panting. “Wait...wait...” she gasped.

He looked up, stopping briefly. “You want me to stop?” he asked.

She looked down at him, her hair a chaotic mess, her face flushed. She chewed on her lip. “No,” she admittedly, “I really don’t.”

“Then I won’t,” he replied, and went back to eating her out.

She let out a fresh moan of pleasure. Jason stepped it up after another minute or so, wanting to give her another orgasm, and started using his lower lip.

“Oh! Fuck!” she yelled. “Holy shit, Jason!”

He kept going, using his tongue and lower lip, getting as much of her pussy as he could, and then he slipped a finger up into her, pressing repeatedly into her more sensitive spot, causing her to yell even louder, to twitch even harder.

“I’m gonna-I’m gonna-OH FUCK!”

She started coming again, the orgasm tearing through her body. He kept pleasuring her throughout the second orgasm and when it was over, he had to stop, because his jaw and tongue were starting to hurt. He sat up, watching her as the last of her orgasm ebbed away. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked down the length of her long, pale body at him, smiling, practically glowing in her mellow, post-orgasm happiness.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “That was really, really fucking good. Like...seriously.”

“You’re welcome,” he replied. “I’ll be right back.”

He got up off her bed, went into the bathroom and washed up. It only seemed fair, given that she did it after going down on him. He moved back to the room and laid next to her, still almost out of his mind with lust.

“You want me to suck you?” she asked.

“A little bit, then ride me,” he replied. “I want to fuck you so bad right now.”

She laughed and pushed her way up. “Fair deal. I’m going to give you an awesome fucking orgasm,” she said.

“I’d definitely appreciate it,” he replied, laying down on his back, taking her spot.

Hannah got down in between his legs, grinning up at him. Some of her subdued mellowness was going away now, replaced by fiery lust. She licked up the entire length of his cock and then slipped it into her mouth in one smooth motion. Jason let out a sound of pleasure as she started sucking him off, taking his entire length in her mouth over and over again, coating his dick in her saliva. She took his cock all the way in so that its head was resting near the back of her throat and she swallowed several times, causing the muscles there to contract and massage it. The resulting feeling was fucking amazing and almost made him start letting off.

“Fuck! You gotta back off,” he moaned. “Too good.”

She took his dick out of her mouth and smiled up at him. “Someone’s super sensitive tonight...pass me the lube.”

He reached up and groped around for it until he found it, then tossed it to her. She caught it, squeezed some out of into her hand and began to massage his cock with it. Her grasp was so strong and sure. That was one thing he really did like about her: she always seemed to know exactly what she was doing when they were in bed together. It was obvious that she had a really long and interesting sexual history, and before, he hadn’t known how he would feel about being with a woman who had been with a lot of other guys, (and girls), but he was glad to find that it didn’t bother him at all. In a way, he liked it, because of how sure and confident it made her.

“All right, lay back and let me take care of you,” she said, tossing the lube aside and cleaning her hand off on her blanket.

She climbed up on top of him, straddling him, and he felt a wave of excitement pass through him. They’d never fucked like this before. He’d fantasized a lot about having Hannah ride his dick and now it was really happening.

Reaching down between them, she gripped his cock and slid it smoothly into her. Resting on her knees, she laid her hands flat against his chest and lowered herself, both of them moaning as she took him all the way into her.

“Fuck, I love sex so much,” she moaned as she started bouncing on him, riding his cock with a smooth precision, sliding perfectly up and down his rigid length. Jason reached out and grasped her big hips, staring up at her.

She towered over him like some kind of sex deity, everything about her screaming lust and pleasure. Hannah rested on her knees, using her thick, powerful thighs to push herself up and down and her huge breasts were framed between her arms, which were held out in front of her, hands flat against his chest, fingers splayed. Her hair had become wild, hanging down from her head, her incredibly beautiful pale face framed in the fiery crimson curtain of strands. She stared directly into his eyes with her intense blue ones, which were wide and staring and flashing with powerful desire. She was smiling wide and he could see her fangs.

Fuck, she was so hot. The fact that she was a vampire only turned him on more. Having sex with magical women really was a serious, deep fetish of his, something he’d carried with him for a long, long time now.

Jason couldn’t stop staring at her huge tits. He’d always made sure that he never judged anyone based off their physical attributes, well, as much as a human could, and he’d never discounted a woman just because she didn’t have large breasts...but fuck was it awesome that Hannah had tits like these. There was just something immensely and immediately satisfying and alluring about seeing them and touching them and sucking on them.

“I wanna be on top,” he said suddenly.

“Okay,” she replied, not missing a beat.

Hannah laid down against him, wrapping her arms around him, and they basically rolled so that she was on her back. She let go of him and spread her legs wide as soon as she was laying down, grinning up at him.

“Can I blow my load on your tits?” he asked.

“Yes,” she replied immediately. “That’d be really hot.”

“You might be the best girlfriend ever.”

She laughed, then gasped as started thrusting into her again and hit a sensitive spot. “Maybe not the best ever, but definitely excellent.”

She moaned again as he continued fucking her and spread her legs out more for him, then reached down between them and started rubbing her clit. “Oh, fuck...yes...yesyesyesyes!” she shrieked as she enjoyed a third orgasm.

Jason groaned. He could feel her pussy clenching and twitching, could feel it getting hotter and wetter inside. It was really pushing him into the red, his own sexual bliss becoming almost overwhelming.

He pushed himself up and looked down at her big breasts, bouncing in time with his thrusts, looking huge and perfect and that was it. He barely managed to pull out of her and get up on top of her before he started coming. Hannah didn’t miss a beat there, either. She reached up, got a grip on his cock and started furiously jacking him off.

“Oh FUCK!” he yelled as a starburst of pleasure exploded through him.

Jason was transported to a world of pure sexual rapture, a place of absolute sexual release and joy. Fresh waves of pure pink pleasure washed through him like tidal waves as his seed was jetted from the tip of his cock in thick, powerful spurts, getting all over Hannah’s chest and even up onto her neck. His dick kept kicking in her firm grasp.

“That’s it baby, come on me, come all over me!” Hannah moaned.

He groaned again, his whole body trembling in release, and then it was over, and it took all his remaining strength not to just fall forward onto Hannah. Instead, he managed to get off of her and then fell onto his back, gasping for breath.

“For the record,” Hannah said, “you are a fantastic boyfriend. I can’t even remember the last time I had three orgasms in one fuck session.”

“You’re welcome,” Jason replied between breaths. “Fuck that was so good.”

“Mmm, yes it was, cutie. Thanks for the date, I hope it was worth your while.”

He laughed and weakly sat up. “Yeah, more than. I was trying to make sure that you got off and that I did my part. I felt kind of like I was getting all the good out of this date, what with you looking amazing and paying and fucking me like a porn star.”

Hannah rolled her eyes. “I told you, Jason, I’m not that kind of girl. You don’t have to do everything for me.”

He reached out and placed a hand on her bare thigh. “I know, I just...wanted things to be fair, you know?”

“Well...thanks. I appreciate that. Fair is good. Now come on, I need a shower.”

“Okay.”

They got up and headed into the bathroom. After starting up the shower and getting in, Jason realized, suddenly, that he had never asked Hannah about the thing he’d been thinking about earlier, about the laws of attraction between vampires and normal humans.

“Hey, Hannah...” he said, hesitating a little, wondering if maybe this might be a weird question. But whatever, Hannah didn’t seem to mind weird questions. “I’ve been wondering. Is there like...am I more attracted to you than I would be otherwise because of your vampirism?” he asked.

Hannah looked at him for a moment. “I...don’t know,” she admitted. “I don’t think so...okay, let me just put it this way. I’ve never been entirely clear on the whole ‘vampire seduction’ thing, but I can at least safely say this: I am not intentionally seducing you. I mean, okay, not seducing you beyond what, like, a regular person would consider seduction.”

“Okay. I just...I’m like so into you and sometimes it seems like it’s more powerful than any other women I’ve known before.”

“Fair enough...now that you’ve asked an awkward question, I’ve got an awkward question of my own,” Hannah replied.

“...what is it?”

“You remember how, earlier, I mentioned I dated a werewolf named Lara and she actually lives in this city?” she asked.

“Yeah?”

“Well...we still talk a lot, like on a regular basis. And obviously I’ve been telling her about you, since we started hanging out, actually. And I was kind of hoping to wait a little bit longer before asking you about this, but Lara has been really, really insistent. So...how would you feel about bringing another woman into bed?”

Jason blinked several times, digesting the information. “That sounds...great.”

CHAPTER FOUR

Jason sat back down on the couch next to Hannah.

It had been a good night so far. After dinner and the movie and the amazing sex after that, they’d taken a long, luxurious shower and had curled up naked on the couch to watch another movie. When it had run its course, he’d gone to take a leak. He was having a problem with distraction again. Being naked and laying up against a beautiful, equally naked woman for a prolonged period of time was making him horny. The good thing was that the movie wasn’t all that interesting. Another sub-par horror movie that had let them down.

“So, what do you want to do now?” he asked.

Hannah was quiet, she seemed to be thinking. She turned and fixed him with her sultry stare and he knew she was horny again.

“I have another personal question,” she replied.

“Well, I’m sure I’ve got a personal answer.”

She laughed. “Good. You’ve told me that you only had two girlfriends before me...sorry if that ‘only’ was condescending, I didn’t mean for it to be. It’s just that, when you’ve had as many partners as I’ve had...I just realized that it might turn you off to keep talking about my exes. Should I...not do that?” she asked.

“No, it’s fine. I don’t mind.”

“Okay, good. I’ll take that at face value. So, you’ve told me you’re inexperienced. So, I was curious...is there anything you’ve done that we haven’t? In bed? Or on the floor, or a couch...you know what I mean.”

He laughed. “No. I haven’t. I mean, I’d never gone bareback or blown a load all over a girl’s face before. There’s nothing I’ve done with another woman that we haven’t covered.”

“Hmm...I see. Well then, how would you like to experience something new and different that a lot of guys think is awesome?”

“I...would?” he replied. “It depends on what it is.”

“Anal.”

“Oh...wow. Okay. Yeah, that sounds awesome. You sure you’re okay with it? You aren’t just doing it cause I want to?”

“Jason, come on, how long have you known me?”

“Yeah...that was a stupid question. Sorry, I got used to asking it.”

“Well, okay, it’s not a stupid question, it’s actually a great question to ask your partner. Or some variation of it. But with me, you don’t have to bother. If I want to do it, I’ll say yes. If not, I’ll say no. I don’t beat around the bush. And I happen to love anal. It feels awesome.”

She took his hand and stood up, shrugging off the blanket they’d wrapped themselves in. She turned and began taking him back to the bedroom that he’d been sharing with her for several days now. He liked her bed, he reflected as he walked down the hallway. It was huge and deeply comfortable. It was a strange thing to think about but that’s what his brain did when he was presented with extremely sexual situations.

Apparently it just...hopped onto whatever thought was passing by.

It was probably because he was still awkward and nervous about sex, especially when he was engaging in it with someone who was so much more experienced. And the reason he was so awkward about it was probably because he’d had so little luck with it before now. Well, apparently that was going to change in a big way.

He was still thinking about Hannah’s proposal to bring another woman into their bed.

A fucking werewolf.

He climbed into bed with Hannah, his eyes drawn to her long, curvy, naked body. She was laying on her side, smiling at him.

“Come here,” she said. “Let’s fool around some first.”

Well, he wouldn’t say no to that. He laid down beside her and embraced her, hugging her to him and pressing his lips against hers. She always seemed to taste good, no matter what she’d been eating or drinking, there was just a good, if vague, sugary taste to her. He loved the way her hands felt as they roamed over his body. It wasn’t really that his previous girlfriends hadn’t been affectionate, it was more that they were about as awkward as he was in bed. Hannah was just so damned enthusiastic and so good at showing how much she wanted it to happen, how much she enjoyed being in bed with him and making out with him and having sex.

Her body really helped, too.

He never got tired of running his own hands over her soft, creamy white skin, taking her breasts or her well-padded ass into his grasp. As they made out, Jason got his hand in between her thick, pale thighs and parted them, then slipped a fingertip between the lips of her pussy. She gasped, their lips briefly breaking contact. As he started rubbing her clit, massaging it gently, she let out a low moan, then smiled as she resumed kissing him with a renewed passion. He loved the way Hannah moaned into the kiss when he was fingering her like this.

After a moment, he broke the kiss and instead kissed along her jaw, then down her neck, which caused her to shiver, then lower, across her shoulder and collarbone. As he got down to one of her breasts, he stopped rubbing her clit and slipped his finger inside of her, pressing up into her most sensitive spot repeatedly. Hannah let out a loud, long moan as he did this. He began to lick across her small, light pink nipple then and she interrupted herself with a startled gasp. Jason took her nipple into his mouth and started sucking on it.

“Oh, fuck, you’re so good at this,” Hannah whispered, running her fingers through his hair. He shifted his hand slightly. “Oh, yeah! Right there! Keep...keep going! Oh fuck yes!” she cried out, starting to orgasm.

He continued pleasuring her as he felt her body twist and twitch. Hannah moaned even louder, panting and crying out through the whole experience, writhing around around on the bed. He held her close to him as he fingered her and sucked on her breast, and when it was over, she went slack in his arms, panting and slicked with sweat.

“Fuck,” she whispered as he took his finger out of her and raised his head. “That was...I don’t know what your other girlfriends were thinking. I wouldn’t give a fuck if you weren’t going anywhere in your life, if you just made me orgasm like that at least once a day, that’d be fine by me...but maybe I’m shallow.”

“You aren’t shallow, you just have different primary motivations,” Jason replied. “Plus, you’re super sensitive and come easily. Also, you apparently have enough money to more than sustain yourself. And I’d feel like crap if I didn’t have my own income.”

“All valid points,” Hannah replied. “But I’m serious. If you like lose your job or something and have nowhere else to live, just move in with me and make me orgasm like that once a day minimum and it’ll be fine in my book.”

“Well...that’s good to know,” Jason said. “I also didn’t used to be as skilled at this. I did some, uh, research after my last breakup.”

“Well, whatever you did, it worked. Now that you’ve made me come and we’ve fooled around a fair bit, I’ll let you fuck me up the ass,” Hannah replied. She reached up over her and grabbed the lube, then squeezed some into one hand and tossed it aside. Making a fist a few times, she reached out and gripped his cock, then started to massage it.

“Fuck...you are really good with your hands,” he groaned as hot, slippery pleasure ignited in him. She continued massaging his cock.

“I’m good with everything,” she replied. “It pays to have an older vampire chick for your girlfriend.”

“It really does,” he groaned.

“Now fuck me in the ass.”

She got onto her hands and knees, presenting her huge, white ass to him. Jeez, he’d fantasized about having anal sex with her a lot, probably especially that because Hannah not only had such a thick, fit ass, but also because she really liked showing it off. As he got behind her, he saw that she was definitely one of those women who worked hard to keep herself clean in her lower regions. He put the head of his dick up to her ass.

“Go slowly,” she said. “Real slow. You can’t just ram it all it at once with anal.”

“Got it,” he replied.

Jason penetrated her thick ass, his head disappearing into it, and let out a small gasp of pleasure. He started working his way carefully into her ass. Already, Hannah was letting out loud, high-pitched moans.

She really did like anal.

The pleasure was intense and it was definitely different than pussy. Fucking a vagina bareback was absolutely awesome, but he thought that fucking Hannah’s ass bareback felt better. It was definitely a different feeling, a snugger fit and a different texture. It was hotter, too. It took a little bit, but soon he was buried completely in her, his hips meeting her fat ass, hands on her broad hips, fingertips digging in.

“OH YES!” Hannah cried as he got going, fucking her smoothly up the ass. “Oh Jason yes!” she moaned.

“Jeez, babe, not so loud,” Jason gasped in response, hardly able to form coherent sentences. It felt seriously fucking good.

“I’m sorry, I can’t-oh fuck! I can’t help it! I love it sooooo much in the ass!” she moaned, pushing back against him and forcing him even deeper.

She buried her face in the pillows and yelled into them as he started going faster. Jason didn’t even try to hold back anymore. He let the pleasure wash over him, let it overwhelm him, let go of trying to hold back and just completely enjoyed the experience. He lasted for maybe another five seconds after that.

Then he was coming.

Jason let out a sharp bark of pleasure as the first of the climax hit him like a drug attached to the end of a sledgehammer. He could feel the first of his seed explode out of the tip of his cock and get buried somewhere up Hannah’s broad, full ass. His hips jerked involuntarily forward, forcing him even deeper into her and forcing a loud, muffled cry of pleasure from Hannah, her face still buried in the pillow.

His body hunched forward, another automatic reaction, and he let go of her hips and reached up beneath her, grabbing handfuls of her huge, firm tits. His hips continued to jerk forward against her as more and more of his seed was jetted forcefully from the tip of his cock, filling up her ass. Each new ejaculation sent a wave of pure pink pleasure shooting through him, blasting him into an alternate dimension of rapturous bliss.

Slowly, his orgasm petered out and after his cock dry-kicked a few times, he let out the big breath he’d been unconsciously holding and let go of Hannah’s tits. He straightened up, and then carefully pulled his softening cock from her ass. As soon as it was free, he collapsed onto the bed, gasping for breath, slicked with sweat.

Hannah fell forward, lying flat on her stomach for a few seconds, then she rolled over, staring up at the ceiling.

“I had two more orgasms while you were fucking my ass,” she said, her voice dreamy.

“Really?” he replied, unable to move for the moment.

“Yeah. Really. Fuck, it was awesome. I’d forgotten what it was like to have a real dick in my ass and not a fake one.”

“You masturbate up your ass?”

“Duh, all the time. But it’s way better with a real person. Mmm...you wanna start doing that more often? You really seemed to be enjoying yourself.”

“I so, so enjoyed myself. Your ass is worthy of worship,” he replied.

Hannah burst out laughing. “I’ve never heard that before. I’ll have to take your word on it.” She crawled across the bed and laid down beside him, snuggling up to him. “I’m so glad you’re my boyfriend,” she murmured, resting her head on his shoulder.

“I’m equally glad that you’re my girlfriend,” he replied.

They laid there together in the warm, peaceful quiet of Hannah’s apartment.

…

Jason heaved a sigh and sat back from his laptop.

It wasn’t a good day.

It had been four days since he and Hannah had had their fantastic date. All four of those days had been working days for him. The two of them had settled into a really nice routine. He got up at three, had some wake-up sex, they showered together, he grabbed a quick breakfast and then was out the door to work. After he walked home, he had get home from work sex and they just hung out for the rest of the night before going to sleep at around six or seven in the morning. It was...great. He was the happiest he’d ever been in his entire life.

But it didn’t really help deal with the looming shadow of his half-finished books.

Ever since he’d had those frank discussions with Hannah about his books, his writing career, his motivation...he just couldn’t stop thinking about it all. He’d almost been afraid to open his laptop today. But when he’d gotten home from work, he’d had sex with Hannah, taken a shower, and then told her he needed to go look at his books. She’d suggested he bring his laptop over to her apartment, and he almost had, but he’d needed do this alone. Hannah had wished him luck, gave him a kiss and said she’d be waiting.

He’d been here for an hour.

It hadn’t really made him feel all that much better. He felt kind of trapped. Or stuck maybe.  Whatever the situation was, he was coming to the conclusion that he just wasn’t in the right frame of mind to do this right now. It felt like a rationalization, and it probably was, but it also felt true. He was just too...emotional at the moment. He didn’t want to deal with this right now. Between work and hanging out with Hannah and this upcoming meeting with Lara, well, it was just too much. And speaking of Lara…

Tonight was supposed to be their meeting.

Actually, Jason checked the clock, he didn’t have all that much time. Sighing, he shut down his laptop and stood up. Whatever he was doing, his time was up. He needed to get back to Hannah’s. As he turned off the lights on his apartment, he thought about Hannah’s werewolf friend. The whole thing made him more than a little nervous. Having sex with another woman while his girlfriend was watching was something that had never even entered his mind as something to ever ask for. Fantasized about? Sure.

Even hint at? Never ever.

And Hannah had just thrown it at him.

He was still kind of in shock. She said she was going to set it up with Lara, who had reluctantly agreed to wait until Jason’s next day off. According to Hannah, she wanted the two of them to jet over to her place as soon as she’d received a yes from Jason, but Hannah had talked her into waiting. She said she wanted it to be a good, long experience, something where they didn’t have a time limit. Jason agreed with her.

He finished turning out the lights, stepped out and locked the door. Stepping over, he opened up Hannah’s door and moved into her apartment. She was at her desk, but she stood up as soon as he came into the room.

“Hey, how’d it go?” she asked.

“Lame,” Jason replied. “Not something I particularly feel like talking about.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Well, the good news is that we’re going to go and do something that is so going to cheer you up. Trust me, Lara is a fantastic fuck.”

“Speaking of that, I’ve been meaning to ask you something,” Jason replied as Hannah turned off her computer.

“What’s that?” she asked.

“Why’d you break up with her?”

Hannah paused. She seemed to be mulling over how to respond. “Well, we used to live together in another city. We broke up because I decided that I wanted to move. Here, actually. And Lara didn’t. Although eventually she decided that she did.”

“Huh,” Jason replied.

“It was never ugly. Just sad. We’ve stayed friends. Good friends. Actually, I’d say that Lara is probably the best friend I’ve ever had. We’ve done a lot together. And not just sex. I love Lara. But don’t worry, she’s not a threat to you.”

“I...okay,” he replied. Again, she was throwing a lot at him. It hadn’t even occurred to him that Lara might be a threat to their relationship. Would she? Hannah said she wouldn’t be, and he trusted her. Too much to think about.

“You ready?” Hannah asked.

“Yeah, I’m ready to go,” Jason replied.

“Perfect. Be right back.”

Jason watched her disappear back into the bathroom. He sat down, feeling vaguely uncomfortable and very anxious. Having sex with a werewolf was something he’d fantasized about for years. Specifically, fucking a hot werewolf woman in her werewolf form. The idea was weird and freaky and out there and that’s why it was so hot. He’d seen porn on the internet. The transformation wasn’t like what some uninformed people thought it was, where they turned into actual wolves. No, they basically turned into bigger, stronger, furrier versions of themselves. He remembered doing a discreet search one time years ago when he became really curious and came across a video of two werewolves fucking.

He’d became enamored with the idea right then.

But, of course, in all his dreams of this, he’d never really stopped to wonder if he’d even be able to satisfy a werewolf. He wasn’t particularly well endowed and he felt like he’d gotten lucky with Hannah. She was easy to satisfy. But this other girl? Werewolves tended to grow at least a foot and a half, which meant this woman would have half a foot on him and probably more than a little weight. She was going to be tall and huge.

Could he make her happy, sexually?

Well, he’d find out tonight.

The bathroom door opened up and Hannah came out. She was dressed as she usually was: casually. A tight t-shirt and sweatpants that did a lot to show off her big ass and thick thighs. She came into the living room.

“I texted Lara, she knows we’re on her way. She only lives about ten minutes from here. Also, she wanted me to show you…this.”

Hannah held out her phone to him. Jason didn’t know what to expect but found himself staring intently as he saw a tanned, petite woman standing completely naked in front of a mirror, taking a picture of herself. She had a trim, fit body, like a runner or a dancer, and short brunette hair, done in a kind of pixie cut.

And she had the fiercest green eyes he’d ever seen.

“Damn!” he replied.

“I know, right?! She’s so hot. She wanted to entice you. Her words, not mine. Are you enticed?” Hannah asked, grinning.

“Yeah, definitely.”

“Good, then let’s go.”

Hannah turned off her lights and they walked out of her apartment. She locked it behind them and they headed into the parking lot. This time they got into her car. As they did, it suddenly occurred to Jason that he had never actually seen Hannah’s car. He hadn’t actually known if she’d owned one or not. Apparently she did. It was actually a really nice, sleek red four door. The interior was very clean, smelled good and had a GPS built into the dashboard.

“Um, wow,” he said as they got in.

“What?” Hannah replied. “Oh, yeah. Just realized, you’ve never been in my car. I’ve never even shown you my car. Well...it came with me from my past life, back when I was a lot more into throwing around money.”

She started the engine and pulled out. It was dark, pushing just past two in the morning, and it was raining lightly.

“So,” Hannah said as they drove, “I just wanted to reassure you that, you know, this isn’t going to be an issue for me. Like, I’m not going to get jealous watching you fuck Lara. I mean, you can enjoy it as much as you want. Actually, if you really wanted to, you could go fuck her on your own every now and then if you wanted. I’ll only really have a problem if it becomes obvious that you’re spending more time with her than with me. Does that make sense?”

“That’s all very...rational,” Jason replied. “Um...normally, a lot of people don’t react like this to a situation like this. Are we...in an open relationship?”

“Do you want to be in one?”

“I...don’t know.”

“I’m sorry, honey. I know this is a lot to throw at you. For right now, how about we just keep it simple? You and I are dating, and Lara is a good friend that we both sometimes fuck. Sometimes separately, sometimes all at once. How does that sound?”

“That sounds really nice,” Jason replied. “And probably about all I could handle for right now,” he added.

“Okay. Good. As for my reactions...I’ve been in the dating game for a long time. Like, what feels like a really long time. So I’ve, uh, experimented a lot. Plus, I’ve always just been an open person. Monogamy just hasn’t really made much sense to me. Sex is too much fun. Sex with more than one person is even more fun than that. Which you will be discovering shortly. Jason, my sweetheart, I am going to open up your world sexually like you won’t believe.”

“You already have.”

Hannah laughed. “Sex with me is just the beginning. Trust me, you are going to have a lot of fun in this relationship.”

“All right...so what’s Lara like? I don’t know anything about her. Except that she looks fucking awesome naked and is apparently enthusiastic about getting in on our relationship.”

“Well, she’s...a little crazy. She’s very full of energy, like all the time. She’s really...uh, wild. Although a lot less nowadays than she used to be. Also, she likes being naked. And she’s really sexual. Like, more than me. She’s easy to get along with. As for her specifics, well...I think it would be best if you two just talked and got to know each other once we get there. She’s going to want to pounce on you right away but I’ll make sure you two talk some.”

“Um, thanks,” Jason replied.

“One more thing. You remember that fetish I have? The whole defiling cute, young innocent men? Well, she has that, too.”

“I see.”

It only took them another minute or so of driving through the rainy, midnight city before pulling up into the driveway of a pretty nice looking single story house. From the little he could make out about it, the lawn seemed very well maintained and the house was recently built, or at least well taken care of. In fact, the whole neighborhood looked nice. It was well lit and there were expensive cars in all the driveways.

“Wow, this must be expensive,” Jason murmured as Hannah killed the engine and they stepped out of the car.

“Yep. Lara has money too,” Hannah replied.

They walked up the brick path to the front porch, which was practically a room unto itself, though an open-walled one. There were a couple of lawn chairs on the concrete floor of the porch. Hannah had hardly knocked on the door before it opened up and Jason found himself staring at Lara in person. She was wearing a big, baggy t-shirt that went to just below her crotch.

“Hannah!” she cried, jumping up and down a few times.

When she did that, it became obvious that she wasn’t wearing panties.

“Hello, Lara,” Hannah said, coming in. Lara jumped onto Hannah and wrapped her arms and legs around her, hugging her fiercely and kissing her on the mouth. Hannah carried her a little ways into the hallway beyond the door. Jason followed them in, closing the door behind him.

“I missed you so much! It’s been forever since you’ve actually been over here. Or since we’ve actually seen each other in person. Is your self-imposed exile finally over then?” she asked.

“It wasn’t an exile,” Hannah replied, letting Lara down, rolling her eyes. “And I’m sorry it’s been so long. I just...need some time. And space. From everyone.”

“Apparently not everyone,” Lara replied, now turning her gaze to Jason. She smiled broadly at him. “You’re right, he’s so cute. Though not so inexperienced, based on what you’ve been telling me about your time together.”

Hannah sighed. “I talk about sex with her...hope you don’t mind,” she said.

“It’s fine,” Jason replied.

“Trust me, she has nothing but good things to say about your dick,” Lara replied. She walked up to him and stared up at him. Jeez, she really was short. He normally had a thing for tall women, but being short didn’t take away from her beauty or allure at all. “Normally I don’t ask, but Hannah made me promise to be restrained with you. Would you like to kiss me?”

“Yes, definitely,” Jason replied.

Her smile broadened and she stood up on her tiptoes, placing her hands on his shoulders and pulling him down slightly. Their lips met and she let out a small, happy sound, a soft, gentle moan as they kissed. She broke away briefly, now a lot less whimsical and bursting with energy and a lot more sexual. He thought that would be the end of the kiss, but she leaned in and kissed him again, this time opening up her mouth and sliding her tongue into his mouth. It became immediately obvious that she was just as good at kissing as Hannah was.

Jason felt excitement stir violently in his stomach, a powerful flutter of sexual energy, as their tongues met and twined, as he tasted her. Almost without thinking about it, he reached down and hugged her and she responded immediately, leaping up onto him the same way she’d done with Hannah. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and continued kissing him, breathing more heavily now.

He could feel himself stiffening against his pants.

They continued swapping spit and wrestling tongues for another good minute or so before Hannah broke it up.

“All right, come on, Lara, don’t overwhelm him.”

She let go of him, kissed him once more and then stepped back. “Sorry, he’s just really cute. And I like kissing. And so does he.”

“I do,” Jason agreed, unable to keep a big grin off his face, feeling a little lightheaded. He could see immediately what Hannah meant about her being open and sexual and spontaneous. If tonight went like that, well, he was definitely going to have a great time here.

“Come on,” Hannah said firmly, “we’re going to sit in your living room and talk a little bit before all the fucking starts up.”

Lara sighed and took Jason’s hand. “Okay, but I want to snuggle.”

“Fine,” Hannah replied.

They walked down the hallway and took the first open doorway on the right, which led into a really nice, well furnished living room. They all sat down together on a long, soft black couch. Jason sat at one end of it and Lara immediately got in his lap, wrapping her arms around him and laying her head against his chest.

Hannah sat beside them.

“So, let’s get to know each other,” Lara said. “Hannah made me promise to do that before I jumped on your dick. What would you like to know about me?” she asked.

“Um...how did you two meet?” he asked.

Lara smirked. “At a rave back on the east coast. It wasn’t really our scene. Well, it wasn’t really Hannah’s scene. Even back then she preferred more peace than anything else, though nothing like now. She’d been dragged there by her boyfriend, he was-”

“Not here to talk about me,” Hannah interrupted. “I don’t like to remember him.”

“Yeah, he was a dick. I saw her and my first thought was, oh my God, she has the best fucking tits I’ve ever seen, and so I started talking to her. And we just hit it off. In fact, we hit it off well enough that I got her into one of the back rooms and went down on her.”

“Wow,” Jason said.

“Yep. And then she went down on me and it was fucking awesome. We kind of just started hanging out after that, like, all the time. I don’t know how much she told you but eventually we made it official and started dating and living together.”

“She mentioned that.”

“Good. And, like me, she has a fetish for fucking cute, young guys like you.”

“I’m not that young.”

“Well, compared to us you are...” She hesitated, then glanced at Hannah. “Does he know how old you are?” she asked.

“No, it...hasn’t come up,” Hannah replied uncomfortably.

“Well, I won’t talk about it if you don’t want to. Though honestly you shouldn’t be all secretive about it. How about you? How old are you?” Lara asked, looking back to him.

“Twenty two,” he replied.

“Ah, so young...”

Hannah straightened up. “I guess I could tell you. I mean, it’s not like a huge secret or anything. I’m fifty one.”

Jason felt his eyebrows shoot up in shock. He hadn’t expected her to be that old, but he also knew he shouldn’t be surprised because there were some vampires over a hundred, or two hundred, that looked about as youthful as she did.

“Holy shit,” he replied.

“Yeah. I got turned when I was thirty, back in 1995,” she said.

“I’m just a couple years older,” Lara said. “Though I got turned when I was around your age.”

“How’d you get turned? Was it...intentional?” Jason asked.

“Oh yes, definitely. I’ve always been a crazy girl. Went to high school with a werewolf. Though no one knew because I’m actually from a small town in Iowa. We got cozy and he eventually let me know after we’d been dating for about three years. I was twenty one when he told me and I almost immediately asked him to turn me. And he did. That was one seriously awesome fuck session. But yeah, never looked back. Being a werewolf is awesome and, like being a vampire, you get to be young for a really long time.”

“What about, um, do you ever have any trouble controlling it?” Jason asked.

“No, not anymore. I can turn into a werewolf and back again basically at will. And I’m in control when I’m turned. I haven’t really had a reason to turn for a little while now, actually. It’s been a bit of a dry spell lately. Living in a town like this means I can’t just bandy about as a werewolf and the fewer people know the better.”

“Why’d you come here?”

“Well...to follow Hannah, really. And if she hasn’t even told you her age, she won’t have told you why she left, so I’ll leave that up to her. After she left, I stuck around for awhile, but it wasn’t really the same without her and things were getting kind of heavy and eventually I just got sick and tired of some people out there and decided I needed a break. I’ll probably go back one day. Well...maybe. I like it here, actually. Any other questions?”

He could tell she was getting antsy and he actually was getting pretty antsy, too. “What do you do for a living?”

“Get naked,” she replied.

“What...does that mean, specifically?”

“Lots of things, but it all boils down to the fact that I take my clothes off for money. Sometimes I’m a stripper, at strip clubs and private events. I hire myself out to places that need to have hot naked girls hanging around. Sometimes I do nude modeling for painters. I also maintain basically a solo porn website and blog. That one is sort of the backbone of my income. Although I still have a fair amount leftover from back east. I was a premium escort over there. Lots of guys and girls want to fuck a werewolf. Speaking of that...Hannah wasn’t exactly clear on something. Will you be interested in fucking me like this, or as a werewolf?”

“I definitely want to fuck you as a werewolf,” Jason replied.

“Excellent! I love taking dick in my werewolf form. Everything’s so much more intense and sensitive. And don’t worry, I really can control myself. I’ll be kind of...intense, but I won’t hurt you. I’ve had sex with humans in my werewolf form lots of times.”

“Okay, and just so you know, I’m really interested in having sex with you in your, um, human form, too,” he said.

Lara laughed. “Duh. Come on.” She bounded up off of him, took his hand and pulled him into a standing position. Like Hannah, her unique quality granted Lara a lot of hidden strength. Hannah got up off the couch too and followed after them as she led Jason through her house. They went back out into the hallway and moved down it, past a kitchen and a bathroom, then finally found a stairwell that led down into a basement.

The trio went down into Lara’s basement, which turned out to be almost one whole entire area. Half of it was dedicated to relaxing, seemingly serving a second living room. A huge TV hung on the far wall and one of those giant, half-circle couches faced it. One corner was even converted into a kitchen area complete with a fridge, dishwasher, microwave, sink, and counter and cabinet space. The other half of the room was dominated by a massive bed, a little bit bigger than the one Hannah had back at her place.

All of it was covered in luxurious red sheets and blankets.

“That’s a big bed,” Jason said.

“I get to be a big girl when I transform,” Lara replied.

Jason also noticed a couple of comfy chairs situated around the bed. Hannah went over by one of them, began to sit down, but then remained standing.

“Sometimes I like to have an audience,” Lara said, noticing Jason looking at the chairs.

As they came closer, Hannah stepped up to them.

“I’m really sorry to do this honey, but...Lara, would you eat me out in your werewolf form?” she asked suddenly.

“Yeah, definitely,” she replied.

“Are you okay with this?” Hannah asked, looking at Jason.

“Of course. I so want to watch this,” he replied.

Hannah laughed. “Good.”

He watched as both women took their clothes off. For Lara, this was a very quick process. All she had to take off was her t-shirt. Holy shit, she looked even better in person. She was in great shape and she had a great ass, trim athletic thighs, and beautiful b-cups. She seemed to notice Jason admiring her and smiled, then did a little spin.

“I take it you like,” she said.

“Yeah. I really, really like,” he replied.

“You’ll like everything that happens next even more.”

Hannah finished getting undressed by pulling off the sports bra she’d been wearing, freeing her huge, pale breasts.

“Oh my God!” Lara cried, walking forward and reaching out, grabbing Hannah’s tits. “I’ve missed these so much!”

Hannah laughed and stood there, letting Lara play with her breasts. After a little while, she got onto the bed and pulled Lara up onto it with her. Jason had stripped down to his boxers by now and he sat down on the bed, at the foot of it, still watching. Lara pushed Hannah onto her back and got on top of her.

The two women began making out.

Here was another thing he’d dreamed about a lot. His girlfriend getting very, very intimate with another woman. He wondered, suddenly, if they would be interested in a threesome. Well...they had a lot of time to spend together. Things would happen or they wouldn’t. He fully planned to enjoy whatever did happen.

Both women kissed passionately and groped each other, running their hands over each others bodies. They both seemed intimately familiar with the other. There was no hesitation, no awkwardness. It looked like no time had at all had passed since the last time they’d done this. Lara began kissing down Hannah’s body, lingering on her breasts and taking some time to kiss, lick and then suck on each of her nipples, getting panting moans out of Hannah. When she was finished, she got up off of Hannah and moved to the center of the bed.

Lara looked back at Jason. “I’m going to transform now, don’t freak out,” she said.

“Okay,” he replied, trying to sound more confident than he felt.

He’d seen transformations before in a lot of media, but nothing in real life. He imagined it’d be a lot different when it was happening in reality, right in front of you. He watched, preparing himself as best he could, as Lara knelt in the center of the bed, her head down, concentrating. Her skin seemed suddenly to ripple. He stared in intense fascination as the skin darkened and suddenly fur sprouted from everywhere, dark brown fur that was the same color as her hair. At the same time this was happening, her limbs were growing.

All of her was growing.

She got bigger, bulkier, longer, taller. Her fingers lengthened, her hands becoming bigger. Her thighs grew thicker, her hips broader, her breasts larger. Though, he noticed as she finished her transformation, her proportions were still the same as they had been as before. She still had a long, lithe, fit, beautiful body.

Hannah was watching intently as well. She spread her legs wide as Lara finished her transformation. Jason didn’t get a good view of her face as she moved forward and buried it in Hannah’s crotch. As Lara began licking her pussy vigorously, Hannah let out an extremely loud shout of pure, lost pleasure.

“Oh my God, Lara! Oh my fucking God Lara it feels so fucking good!” she shrieked.

Jason got up off the bed, moving alongside it for a better view. Hannah had her legs spread out as wide as he’d ever seen them. She was gripping the blankets, the fabric bunched in her fists, which were trembling. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was wide open. She was crying out in absolute pleasure. Lara’s face, which had taken on a curious new quality that seemed to be part wolf, part human, was pretty much buried in Hannah’s crotch. Her tongue had become elongated and apparently was extremely good for oral.

The show didn’t last for very long though.

Hannah’s voice gained another octave and she kept screaming, sucking in air, and she began to orgasm.

“OH FUCK! LARA! IT’S TOO MUCH! STOP!” she cried, sounding nearly incoherent with pleasure.

Lara heeded her request and pulled back. Both of them sat there and watched as Hannah writhed around on the bed, trembling in raw bliss as her orgasm ripped through her like a bomb. Her breasts jiggled wonderfully as she came, twitching and panting and crying out in desperate pleasure. When it had run its course, Hannah went slack, gasping.

“Oh. My. Fuck. Lara, I had forgotten how fucking good you are at that. I mean...holy fuck. I just...oh boy...”

“I don’t lose my pussy-eating skills, dear,” Lara replied. Her voice was deeper and rougher. And sexier. She turned to look at Jason. It was so strange to see her as a werewolf now. It probably wouldn’t be as strange if that’s all he’d seen her as, but now he had a clear before/after impression. It was weird because it still looked basically like her, but her face was larger, had taken on new angles, now partially representing a wolf’s face.

“You ready, cutie?” she asked. “Cause I’m more than ready for a good fucking.”

“Uh...yeah,” he replied. His cock was a steel bar between his legs, straining against his boxers, ready for action.

Lara turned back to Hannah. “Move it, pale girl, I’m going to fuck your boyfriend now.”

“Just roll me off to the side of the bed,” Hannah replied. “I, like, can’t move.”

Lara snorted and did just that, rolling Hannah quickly over to the right side of the bed, giving them enough room to operate. As soon as she was out of the way, Lara flopped over onto her back and spread her long legs. Jason quickly took off his boxers and crawled closer to her. He couldn’t get over how fucking big she was. She had to be at least six and a half feet tall, maybe even a little bit taller than that.

As he got in between her trim, athletic thighs, he looked down at her pussy, which was glistening. He could practically feel the heat radiating off of it. She was more than ready to fuck. As he prepared to guide his cock in, he suddenly hesitated, looking between it and her vagina.

“Jason,” Lara said, garnering his attention. He looked up at her. “I know what you’re thinking. I can see it on your face. Don’t worry. You’ll do fine. Just fuck me like you fuck Hannah and we’ll both be happy, okay?” she asked.

“I...okay,” he replied.

Well, here went nothing.

He slid his knees up closer to her thighs and leaned forward. He definitely didn’t need lube. As soon as his cock made contact with her pussy and he applied a little pressure, it slipped right in. Oh wow, she was so wet, and seriously hot, and ridiculously tight.

“Oh my God,” Jason moaned as he made his way into her. “I-oh fuck!”

He pushed his way all the way inside of her tight, incredible werewolf pussy and Lara let out a loud moan.

“Yes, fuck me!” she cried.

He began obliging her immediately. His hips felt like they were moving of their own accord, thrusting madly into Lara’s fantastic hot, wet werewolf pussy. In that moment, he more than understood what Hannah had been going through when Lara had been eating her out. This felt so, so good. It was the best sex he’d ever had in his life, based on pleasure alone. He felt a tinge of guilt at that, but it was immediately washed away by another burst of bliss. Lara was moaning loudly as he penetrated her over and over again.

Jason felt incoherent with sexual rapture as he buried his cock inside of her repeatedly, fucking her faster and harder, having no idea how he was going to hold his orgasm back against this level of pure pleasure.

He looked up and down her long, dark-furred body, all of her long limbs and her large hands, which she had laying at her sides, clenching and releasing into fists. His gaze settled briefly on her chest, on her high, firm breasts, bouncing nicely in time with his thrusting. Up at her face, her strange, dangerous, beautiful face that was, at the same time, making him horny and a little afraid. Her elongated, pink tongue was hanging out, her mouth open, a look of pure rapture on her face as he fucked the shit out of her.

Jason looked down, his gaze sliding across her tight stomach, then down to her firm hips and her trim, athletic thighs. Fuck, Hannah was very correct in her assessment of Lara, she had one tight, kickass body. His eyes fell at last to where her crotch and his were meeting, his dick, practically dripping with her sexual juices, hammering her tight pussy.

“Here, wait,” Lara said, suddenly reaching down and slipping her hands under her thighs. “Sit up, on your knees.”

Jason obeyed, getting up on his knees and as he did, she brought her legs up and spread them out, holding them in place for him.

“Fuck me like this, I love it like this,” she said.

He resumed pounding her vagina, settling his hands on the back of thighs, below her own hands. Resting on his knees, he had the perfect angle to fuck her smooth and fast and hard. Lara began crying out with a renewed passion and pleasure.

“Oh yes! That’s the spot! Fuck, Jason, that’s the fucking spot!” she screamed. “FuckingohmygodyesI’mcoming!” she shrieked incoherently.

Wow, she really was sensitive. And so was he. A fresh, almost overpowering wave of raw pleasure hit him as he felt her start to come. Her vaginal muscles began to twist and tremble, contracting around his cock, making her even tighter inside and almost seemingly to massage his dick. She was getting even hotter and suddenly, as she screamed, a spray of feminine sex juices escaped her pussy from around the tight seal his cock made in her. She cried out, gasping and writhing around in absolute ecstasy.

That was it, this was too much for him.

Jason let out his own yell of pleasure as his climax burst into being. A fresh pulse of raw pink bliss exploded from his core, radiating out from his cock, filling him with soft but hot, intense ecstasy. It felt like he’d been ejected from his body, thrown into a place of shapeless, nameless pleasure. He could feel his cock kicking hard inside of Lara’s pussy, could feel her fur rubbing against the bare skin of his hips and thighs as he kept thrusting into her with each new pulse of his orgasm. He could feel, above all else, his seed leaving him in hard spurts, filling up Lara’s vagina, each new spurt sending off another seismic wave of sexual euphoria.

Slowly, he came back to himself. As he was deposited back into his own head, Jason found himself in roughly the same position, all his muscles tense and hard from the orgasm. He was trembling from the exertion. Carefully, he pulled out of the werewolf pussy he was still inside of, his dick feeling especially sensitive after that crazy climax. As soon as he was free of her, he sat down heavily and propped himself up on the heels of his hands, getting his breath back. His whole body was covered in sweat.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw that Lara was changing back. It was so weird, watching something like this right in front of him. It was like watching...CGI, but in real life. Her fur disappeared, fading away, her body shrinking, her face changing. Within a few seconds, she was lying there, completely naked and sweaty, on the bed, looking just like she had before. She was lying on her back, her arms and legs spread out wide, mouth open. Slowly, she opened her eyes, blinked several times, took a deep breath and let it out.

“That was really nice,” she said.

Jason nodded and then fell back onto the bed. Hannah was still lying on her side at the edge of the bed, smiling, staring at them both. Lara got up and crawled across the bed on her hands and knees, then sat down next to Jason, smiling down at him.

“So, how do you feel now that you’ve fucked a vampire and a werewolf?” she asked.

“It feels, um...I feel good,” he replied.

“He gets incoherent after sex,” Hannah offered helpfully.

Lara laughed. “Don’t we all. Well, good, I’m glad you feel good. I have to say, I feel really good, too. Like I’m floating in a bubble bath. It’s been too long since I’ve convinced a guy to fuck me in my werewolf form. Oh, everyone’s all too happy to fuck me when I look like this...not that I blame anyone. But it’s just so much better, so much more intense and vibrant and alive when I fuck in my werewolf form. So I wanted to say thank you.”

“You’re welcome. And thank you. I never thought I’d get to fuck someone like you. I also never thought I’d get to fuck someone like Hannah, either. I feel really strange about all this, to be completely honest,” Jason replied.

“Why’s that?” Hannah asked, sitting up.

“I mean, there’s this whole, you know, cultural divide, I guess. I mean, there shouldn’t be, but there are enough people on both sides of the line to keep a line there. And obviously sex between, well, uh, normals and magical beings is a big social taboo. But I mean, even setting that aside, I’ve always kind of operated under the assumption that magical beings wouldn’t even bother having sex with humans. You all just seem so much...farther and in lots of ways better than us, so I always wondered why a werewolf or a vampire or an elf or succubus would even bother having sex with a regular human, you know?”

Hannah and Lara were both staring at him thoughtfully and he suddenly wondered if he’d said too much or offended them. These were sensitive topics. He suddenly understood what Hannah meant about not having a filter after sex.

“You’re wrong and right,” Lara said finally.

“About what?” he replied.

“Well, you’re right that there is a cultural divide and it’s entirely one of our own making. And the social taboo of sex between the species, as it were. Of course, there’s something of a taboo in our own culture about interspecies sex. Especially between werewolves and vampires. But I’ve never cared about that. There are lots of us that don’t care. But as for the sex between us and humans? Well, I suppose you aren’t entirely wrong there, but one thing I think a lot of people forget is that a lot of us that have turned, mainly vampires and werewolves, were once humans, and we haven’t forgotten what it was like. And we’re still attracted to humans.”

“And some of you have fetishes,” Jason said.

Lara grinned and actually blushed a little. She reached out and rubbed a hand across his chest. “Yeah, okay, fine. Hannah and I like fucking cute young human guys. Everyone has their kinks, and hey, it means that guys like you get to fuck girls like us. Although...you know, it’s occurred to me that it’s apparently way less creepy when hot older women want to fuck and rob cute young guys of their sexual innocence, but it’s a lot creepier when you swap the genders.”

“Another societal thing,” Hannah replied.

“Yeah, I guess so...speaking of which, I still can’t believe you’re fifty one,” Jason said.

Hannah rolled her eyes. “I don’t feel fifty one. I don’t even know what I feel. In some ways I feel...well, your age. I still feel young and uncertain. In other ways...well, I just look at teenagers and college students and go, ‘Nope! Definitely not young like that.’ You know?”

“I definitely know what you mean,” Lara said.

“Age is weird,” Jason replied. “But thanks again. That was seriously great.”

“You know, there is a way the two of you could repay me.”

“And how would that be?” Hannah asked.

“Fuck in front of me. I like to watch. Like, a lot,” Lara replied.

Hannah looked at Jason. “Well, dear?” she asked.

“I, uh, might need a minute,” he replied.

“I think I can handle that. Come here.”

Lara moved out of the way as Jason got up and went to join Hannah in the middle of the bed. She leaned in and kissed him, then began to move lower.

“You want me to wash up first?” he asked.

“No, it’s fine. This isn’t anything I haven’t put in my mouth before,” Hannah replied.

“Mmm, isn’t that right...you’ll have to repay me for that oral soon,” Lara said, watching the two of them.

Jason groaned as Hannah took his cock into her mouth. He had softened most of the way since blowing a huge load in Lara, but apparently he was still horny because it didn’t take long for him to get hard again with Hannah sucking his dick.

“Fuck, babe, you’re so good at that...” he moaned, reaching down and running his fingers through her red hair.

“She’s great with her mouth,” Lara agreed.

As soon as he was hard, Hannah took his dick out of her mouth and got on top of him, straddling him. “Here I come, babe,” she murmured as she grabbed his cock and positioned it beneath her. Both of them let out sounds of pleasure as they connected sexually. Between her sucking him off and his fuck session with Lara, he was slippery enough that they didn’t need any lube. Once she had him inside of her, Hannah started satisfying herself on his cock, riding him hard. He reached up and grabbed two handfuls of her big, pale tits, instantly horny as hell again and wanting nothing more than to fuck like crazy right now.

After squeezing her tits, he reached down and settled his hands on her hips, repositioning himself slightly and then thrusting up into her. Hannah let out a shout of startled pleasure and started grinding on him, stirring his cock around inside of her.

“Come for me, honey,” Jason said, reaching down and finding her clit. He started rubbing it and she cried out again, louder this time.

Gritting her teeth, she started furiously grinding back and forth against his finger, moaning and panting, her face scrunched up in concentration. Hardly ten seconds later her eyes popped open. “Oh fuck!” she wailed as she started to come. “Yes! Yes yes! Oh fucking...YES!” Hannah shrieked as her orgasm lit her up from the inside.

Jason grabbed her hips and started thrusting up into her again, harder than before. She moaned in desperate pleasure and he could feel her pussy orgasming, could feel the muscles spasming and twitching and it pushed him into another climax of his own.

“Ohhhhh shit that’s good,” he groaned as his dick began pulsing and twitching once more, forcefully ejecting another load of his seed into Hannah’s waiting, willing pussy. Both of them continued groaning and writhing until they had each finished coming and then Hannah fell against him, her huge, bare breasts pressing against his chest. She took a deep breath, let it out and then got up off of him and laid down beside him.

“There, how was that?” she asked.

“A fantastic show,” Lara replied. She crawled across the bed and got on Jason’s other side, then laid against him.

“I need a shower, but...I’m too lazy and sexed out to get up,” Hannah said.

“Me too,” Jason replied.

“Then let’s just lay here together and relax,” Lara suggested.

Hannah rolled over and laid against him. Jason put an arm around both of them. “Sounds like a good idea.”

CHAPTER FIVE

“Hey...wake up...come on, you’ve got like a steel hard-on.”

Jason was pulled from whatever dream he’d been having. It was nice but already the details of it were falling away. He felt hands on him. Warm, soft hands against his chest. He was still mostly asleep, incoherent, but he came more awake when one of those hands began to slide lower, down his chest and stomach. As the hand found his cock, which was hard as metal and throbbing almost painfully, desperate for attention, he became aware of a few more things. He was naked and in someone else’s bed, not his own.

And he wasn’t alone.

Besides the obvious of the hand on his cock, slowly massaging it, he felt another warm body against his other side.

“Hannah?” he whispered, blinking. It was pitch black.

“No,” the voice said, and he could hear things in that voice: a smile, lust, dark excitement. “Lara. I’m your girlfriend right now, cutie,” she said.

Lara. He could feel her shifting again, felt the blanket being lifted. She disappeared beneath it and suddenly he felt her breath, hot and rapid, against his dick. Her tongue licked out across its head and he gasped.

“Lara,” he whispered, then groaned, his words lost, as she put his dick in her mouth. She was completely beneath the blankets now and bobbing her head with a smooth precision. She was incredible at sucking dick. Her mouth was hot and incredibly wet. Her movements were slow but sure. She made a ring with her finger and thumb around the shaft of his cock. Each time she brought her head up, she ran her lips and her finger over the head of his cock. It was beyond amazing. It ignited pleasure and lust inside of him.

“Fuck, Lara, that’s so good,” he whispered.

She kept at it for another twenty seconds or so, drooling all over his cock, then she stopped, crawling on top of him and coming out from beneath the blankets. Or he thought so. It was still pitch black. He remembered they were in her basement. No windows, no lights of any kind. He might as well have been blind.

“Lara, I can’t see anything,” he murmured. “What time is it?”

“It’s still early...well, by our clock. And I can see everything, Jason...do you trust me?” she asked quietly, reaching down and grabbing his wrists.

“Yes,” he replied. “I trust you, Lara.” Because he did. He’d had sex with her in her werewolf form, he’d gone to sleep beside her.

“Good. I promise this will be good.”

She brought his hands up and laid them on her firm breasts. As he started massaging them, loving the feel of her nipples pressing into his palms, he felt her reach down and felt her small hand wrap around his cock. She guided it into herself and lowered her body, taking his length into her fantastically tight vagina.

“Oh, fuck!” he whispered, knowing that Hannah was right beside them, still asleep. Or maybe she was awake, watching this. Could vampires see in the dark?

“That’s a good boy,” Lara whispered as she started riding his dick. “Fuck, I woke up so goddamned horny. So fucking wet...”

And she was wet. She was as wet as she’d been before, and so hot, too. He could feel heat radiating off of her and wrapping around his stiff cock. The pleasure was intense, shooting jolts of sexual bliss through him like lightning. The fact that he couldn’t see anything was making the experience even more intense. He’d heard about people being blindfolded during sex, the idea being that cutting off one sense would enhance all the others. Namely the physical. And holy fucking shit was that so true.

His cock felt like it was on fire with rapturous euphoric bliss.

“Lara, this is so amazing,” he groaned. “I love fucking you.”

She laughed. “I love it, too,” she murmured.

His head felt like it was wrapped in wool, his thoughts slow, but he was hornier than he could remember being in a long time, which was impressive, given what he’d been doing recently. He let go of Lara’s breasts and slid them down her tight, fit frame, feeling along her until he settled his hands on her firm hips, then reached back around and grabbed her tight ass.

“Don’t blow off yet,” she said, her voice coming from the darkness above him. “If you hold onto it, I’ll give you a special surprise.”

“Seriously? Okay, I’ll do my best,” he replied. “But I can’t last too much longer. Like, your pussy is seriously fucking amazing.”

She laughed. “All right.”

Her motions intensified and she let out a series of moans. He suddenly felt something moving against him, above his cock, and realized it was her finger. She was rubbing her clit. She started moving back and forth, grinding around on his cock as Hannah had done the night before. Within a few seconds, she was coming, her orgasm a powerful event as a hot spray of sex juices escaped her pussy. She became somehow even hotter and the way her muscles were working, it became much more difficult to control his orgasm.

But somehow, someway, he managed not to blow his load all over the inside of her pussy. As her orgasm finished, Lara slowly got up off of him.

“What’s the surprise?” he asked.

She continued shifting and he thought she might be turning around.

“I’m going to ride your dick with my ass,” she replied.

“Oh fuck,” he whispered.

“And yes, you can come in my ass. You come as fast as you want.”

He groaned as she began lowering her ridiculously tight ass onto his cock. He was wet and slippery enough from her orgasm that he slipped right in. Carefully, she lowered herself onto him, moving slowly up and down. In his mind, he envisioned her riding him reverse cowgirl, all her fine muscles working as she pushed herself down and brought herself up, taking his length into her small, fit, firm ass.

The sex didn’t last much longer after that.

Jason grabbed her firm hips in the darkness, no longer trying to see anything and simply laying his head back, enjoying all the incredible sensations.

“You like it?” Lara whispered somewhere above him. “You like fucking me up the ass?”

“Yes!” he moaned, grabbing her hips. He pulled her down hard at the same time his orgasm began and she cried out. He could feel his dick kicking hard but held firmly in place by her crazy tight ass. It started shooting its seed out, filling her up, and wave upon wave of pleasure burst out into his body, totally overwhelming him. He held her tight against him, could still see her in his mind with her ass in his lap, crouching down there, her head thrown back as his hips thrust up, pushing his orgasming cock deeper into her.

After he finished coming, she took him out of her ass.

“I’ll be right back,” she said. He heard her pad off across the room, up the stairs. As he laid there, breathing heavily, Hannah shifted beside him.

“You enjoy that?” she asked softly.

“Yeah. So fucking much,” he replied.

Hannah moved against him, laying partially on him, pulling the blankets back up over both of them. “Good sweetie, I want you to feel good,” she whispered, kissing him. “I’m tired. I’m going back to sleep.”

“Me too,” he replied.

He’d just begun drifting off when Lara reappeared, crawling into the bed, beneath the sheets. She got up against him, her tight, fit body warm and soft.

She rested her head on his shoulder and kissed his cheek.

“Thanks for the orgasm,” she murmured.

“Right back at you,” he replied, then yawned.

She settled closer to him and before he knew it, he was drifting off back to sleep amid a feeling of intense satisfaction.

…

When Jason opened his eyes this time, he felt a lot less incoherent and there was a light coming from somewhere nearby. He realized that he was pressed tightly up against Hannah’s back, his arm around her. He carefully disengaged himself and rolled over. Lara was laying there, naked and looking content reading a book on the far side of the bed. The light was coming from a small lamp attached to the headboard.

She set down the book as she realized he was awake. “Hey you.”

“Hey...what’s up? Did we...fuck, last night? I mean, like, after sleep?” he asked, rubbing at his eyes, yawning and sitting up.

Lara laughed. “Yes and it was awesome. I’ve been waiting for the two of you to get up. I wanted to take a shower but I didn’t want to take it alone.”

“I’ll take one with you,” Hannah said.

Jason glanced back over. She rolled over onto her back and looked up at him. That was one thing he’d never quite gotten use to: Hannah could go from asleep to awake like instantly. He envied her this ability.

“Me too,” he said. “I’m all sticky.”

“We all are. Sign of a great night of sex,” Lara replied, bounding up off the bed.

Hannah quickly got up after her and the pair of them began to head upstairs. Jason took a moment to rouse himself, then rolled to the side of the bed and put his feet on the floor. He rubbed at his eyes some more and then stood up. He was decidedly not a morning person, and clearly the two of them were.

He set off after them.

He heard water start running as he approached the top of the stairwell. It felt strange to walk around someone else’s home completely naked. It was something he never did in his own apartment, but he’d been getting used to it since dating Hannah. She’d been right in her original assessment: sleeping naked made middle-of-the-night sex a lot easier. He just lubed up, rolled over onto her and got straight to it.

Jason supposed that being naked just didn’t come naturally to him. He’d always been awkward about his body. He’d never found it very impressive and no one else seemed to either. He was very slowly getting used to nudity.

As he came to the first floor, he followed the sound of conversation and running water and located the bathroom. He stopped as he stepped into the room. Lara’s shower, which was a glass-door kind of shower, took up about half the room. It was huge. He paused to take a piss, managing to catch himself before flushing and reminding himself to do it after, then lingered in front of the sink. He hadn’t brushed his teeth.

“Lara, do you mind if I use your toothbrush?” he asked.

“No, not after everything we did last night,” she replied. “But hurry up and get in here.”

“Yeah, we’re getting lonely,” Hannah added.

He couldn’t help but grin. “I’ll be there, gimme a moment.”

Hurrying, because he really wanted to be in that shower, he brushed his teeth, rinsed and spat, then got into the shower. Both women were wet, naked, and absurdly hot. There was just something so erotic and alluring about a woman with wet hair. The shower was a pretty good sized square of tile with a no-slip floor and four showerheads, one to either side and two along the back wall directly across from the glass door.

Both women currently stood at that back wall, washing up.

Jason joined them and they each took turns kissing him.

“How’d you sleep?” Hannah asked.

“Really, really good,” he replied. He actually felt fantastic now that he was in a shower and had gone through most of his morning rituals. He was more awake than he usually was at this point. “What time is it?” he asked.

“Three o’clock or so,” Lara replied.

“Well, that means we’ve got a lot of time left in the day.”

“That we do. I was feeling kind of lazy today but if you want, we could go out and do something,” she said.

“I’m a little antsy,” Hannah admitted. “Now that I’ve actually been out of the house, there’s a lot I want to do. But I won’t make us go out the whole day.”

“How about a compromise? We be lazy now, go out later?” Jason replied.

“Sounds great,” Lara said. “Now...” She glanced down. “It looks like someone has a bad case of morning wood. Shall we handle it?” she asked, looking at Hannah.

The vampire smiled. “I think we shall.”

Both women came over to him and then got down on their knees, their faces in front of his crotch. His dick had been stiff but now it felt even harder. He stared down as both women leaned in and stuck their tongues out. Lara gripped his cock and they both began to lick the head of it. Pleasure burned through him.

“Holy shit,” he whispered.

Definitely another thing he didn’t think he’d get to experience. He reached down and settled his hands on each of their heads, enjoying watching these two hot women lick his cock as much as he was the actual physical pleasure. As much as he’d enjoyed fucking Lara last night without being able to see anything, there was also a lot of pleasure to be had in watching a beautiful woman do a really sexy thing.

Especially two beautiful women.

After licking it for awhile, Hannah took it into her mouth and started sucking on it. Lara lowered herself even further and started licking his balls.

“Fuck,” he whispered. “You two are really, really good that.”

“We’ve had a lot of practice at this,” Hannah replied, taking his cock out of her mouth and passing it to Lara, who put it into her mouth and started sucking him off with a slow but powerful precision. They both had pretty different ways of sucking dick, but they were both really, really good at it. Lara was slower and more patient, surprisingly, and Hannah was more enthusiastic. He hated to admit it, and he probably wouldn’t ever say so out loud, but Lara was definitely the better dick sucker of the two.

“Gonna come soon,” he said.

Lara took it out of her mouth and both of them started licking it again. Before long, his dick was kicking in Lara’s grasp and he moaned as fresh pleasure ignited in him. He watched, getting even more turned on and in turn coming even harder, as his load started spraying out in thick spurts all over both Lara’s and Hannah’s beautiful, upturned faces. Lara continued jacking him off furiously as he came, making sure that he got it all over both of them. His dick kept going, ejaculating and filling him with waves of raw pink bliss, until it was dry-coughing and there was nothing left. When that happened, Lara put it back into her mouth and pulled it slowly back out as she sucked, cleaning it off and sending a fresh, final burst of pleasure through him.

“Feel better?” Hannah asked.

“Extremely,” he replied. “And I was already feeling pretty good.”

“Perfect. Now we can take care of each other,” Lara said. “Wanna sixty-nine?” she asked, looking over at Hannah.

“Sure,” Hannah replied, grinning.

Both women took a moment to clean off their faces, then Hannah laid down on the floor of the shower with her legs spread and Lara straddled her face, then laid down across her. Jason stood back and watched. Again, he was struck by how smoothly the women moved against each other, how in tune they were with each others’ body. Neither hesitated and as they got into position and began going to work, all one of them had to do was make a small sound or shift slightly and the other would immediately know what they wanted.

It was incredible.

What they were doing was also ridiculously hot and erotic.

Hannah was lying on her back with her legs spread wide and her knees brought up. She was moaning loudly, the sound muffled by Lara’s pussy being right over her mouth, as Lara licked at her clit. At the same time, the little brunette was crying out as well as Hannah ate her out, making use of her skillful tongue.

Both women continued moaning in ecstatic pleasure as they stimulated each other, licking each other intensely. The two wet, naked woman groaned and writhed around as they kept working each others’ pussies, going faster and faster until, almost at the same time, both of them started to climax. Jason watched in rapt fascination as each stopped pleasuring the other, too intently focused on their own orgasm.

Lara rolled off of Hannah, writhing and trembling as her climax hit her hard. She had her hand down in between her thighs, rubbing herself, continuing the pleasure as a hot spray of sex juices was released from her pussy. Hannah laid on her back, her eyes closed, making loud, pleasured sounds as her hips thrusted and her thigh muscles bulged. Jason watched until both women were lying flat on the floor, merely breathing, coming down from the high. Finally, they opened their eyes and slowly got to their feet.

“That was so nice,” Hannah murmured, leaning against the nearest wall.

“Yep,” Lara replied, grinning. “I’ve missed doing that with you a lot.” She walked over to Jason and wrapped him in a hug, leaning against him. “You seemed to enjoy yourself.”

“Yeah, a lot. That was, um...that was really hot,” he replied.

Lara laughed. “Good. Come on. Now that we’ve indulged our sexual appetites, it’s time to indulge our real appetites. There’s this great place not far from here that delivers like a shitload of different kinds of foods. I’m buying.”

“Perfect, cause I’m starving,” Hannah replied.

Jason felt a strange daze settle over him as they finished washing up and then turned off the water. He accepted a towel and dried himself off. Once they were all dry, Lara pointed them back towards the basement.

“I’ll be down in a minute, I need to get some things,” she said.

“All right,” Hannah replied, taking Jason’s hand and leading him off. Once they were back down, he pulled on his boxers and t-shirt and Hannah got on her panties and nothing else. They moved over to the huge, half circle couch on the other side of the basement. Jason found a recliner function and put his feet up, leaning back, staring up at the huge screen mounted on the wall as Hannah turned it on and began hunting for something to watch.

The strange daze hadn’t left him. He felt...unreal. In one way, it was a good feeling, but in another it was just bizarre. He wasn’t entirely sure why he was feeling it. As Hannah sat down beside him, still flipping through channels, Lara came down the stairs and joined them, sitting on the couch on his other side.

She set down a laptop, then turned to face Jason.

“Ready to order?” she asked.

“Yeah, definitely. I need to eat,” he replied.

She opened up her laptop and set to work bringing up the website of the place they were going to order from. They spent a few minutes going over their order. There was definitely a wide variety. They sold pizza, Mexican food, Chinese, Indian, sandwiches, soups.

They ended up ordering a couple of pizzas, some tacos and burritos, and a big order of General’s Tso’s chicken with a few 2-liters of soda.

As they finished placing the order, Hannah reached out and took Jason’s hand. “Babe, you seem kind of...out of it. Are you okay?” she asked.

He blinked a few times and looked over at her, then at Lara. “I’m...I feel really weird,” he replied. “Like, yeah, I feel out of it. Kind of, well, I don’t even know.”

“I think I know what’s wrong,” Lara said. She reached over and took his other hand, rubbing it slowly between her own. “You’re kind of freaking out about what happened last night.”

“Last night was awesome,” he replied, although he thought that she might be right.

“I know. It’s okay, Hannah and I have seen this before.”

“Oh...yeah, okay. I know what’s going on,” Hannah said. She moved closer to him and got up against him, smiling at him. She laced their fingers together. “This kind of thing doesn’t happen all the time, but basically, when you go from, well, I guess normal is the best word I know for it. When you go from basically normal sexual relationships into stuff like what we did, sometimes your brain kind of freaks out. I think it’s exacerbated if you’re inexperienced and you haven’t done anything like that before. Especially if it happens really fast. All of which has kind of happened to you. I was hoping something like this wouldn’t happen.”

“So I am kind of freaking out? I don’t get it. I had a lot of fun and I wanted everything that happened,” he replied.

“I know. Emotions aren’t really rational. The most important thing is this: don’t worry. It isn’t going to last. And there are things to do that can help. Take your mind off of it. Relaxing, watching something, eating, all these things will help. But if you want to talk about it, that can help, too,” Hannah said.

He looked at her, then at Lara. It felt strange, being the center of attention like this. And they both seemed so attentive and genuinely caring, which also felt strange.

“This is all just...weird,” he said finally. “I guess some of it, I feel kind of...have you ever heard of impostor syndrome?” he asked suddenly.

“I think so,” Lara replied. “Isn’t it basically that you’ve achieved something great and you think you don’t deserve it?”

“As far as I know, that’s basically it. I think that’s what I’m feeling right now.” He glanced at Hannah. “We talked about this earlier...”

“Yes, we did.”

“You think we’re out of your league, basically,” Lara said. Jason nodded. “And, the other half of impostor syndrome, you think we’re going to suddenly realize it and leave you. Or, I guess, Hannah will suddenly realize it and leave you.”

“I...maybe,” he said quietly.

Hannah squeezed his hand. “Jason, I’m not going to leave you. I mean, I’m not promising to stay with you no matter what, but you’ll have to give me a good reason to leave you.”

“And it’s not like I’m going to suddenly decide this was a mistake. I’m sure Hannah has told you, both of us, when we decide to do something, it’s because we want to. We’re sure. We’re both very deliberate in what we do.”

“Yeah, Hannah mentioned that. And I believe you, both of you. I suppose that the question that has been surfacing in my brain more than anything else is: why wasn’t this happening earlier? Like, back when it could have gone a long fucking ways towards making me not feel like shit. I mean, obviously I appreciate what’s happening now. What the two of you have done for me-”

Hannah interrupted him. “You have to stop looking at what’s happening, what’s going to happen, like this. Stop looking at this as all one-sided. You think we’re doing you a favor. That’s not what’s happening here, nor is it healthy to keep thinking like that. This is a two-way relationship. We’re giving to you, but we’re also getting from you. And vice versa. Healthy relationships are give and take,” she explained. “Do you get that?”

“Yeah, I get that. It’s just hard to get around.”

“I know. As for the other thing you said, about this happening earlier, well...I don’t know. I don’t think I have anything to say that you haven’t heard before. Or maybe you don’t want to hear,” Hannah replied.

“Try me,” he said.

She laughed. “All right, you asked for it. First, the better stuff, I guess. When you’re a teenager, basically everyone around you is stupid and superficial. Everyone likes to think they and their friends are the exception, or just them, usually, but mostly no one is. Hence the term exception. Everyone wants to fuck hot people and yeah, for the most part, it seems like society decides what’s hot. And if you aren’t in that category, I guess you’re fucked for awhile, until people get their shit together and realize, hey, maybe you should consider things beyond simple physical attraction in your partners. Of course, some people never get past that point.”

She hesitated, frowned. “Now, here’s the other part. Teenagers are typically self-centered. I’m not even sure it’s conscious on their part most of the time. A lot of them seem oblivious to other people’s problems and I think everyone doesn’t recognize the reality that there are lots of people in their situation, that a lot of people are unattractive and just as miserable as they are. Also, people don’t take into consideration that the attractive people have problems, too. But that’s a whole other topic. Finally, this is the part you aren’t going to like. How many women did you ask out in high school? Or after? Or ever?”

“...three,” he replied.

“How many said yes?”

“Two of them.”

“Therein lies the problem. A lot of people lament how single they are but most of them don’t do anything about it. You have to put yourself out there, and by that I mean, you have to find ways to put yourself in situations where you can ask someone out on a date. Sure you’ll get nos, but you’ll also get some yes’s too.”

“I suppose you have a point,” he said.

“Good. Do you feel better?” Hannah asked.

He thought about it. He did feel better. Not a great deal, but some. He nodded.

“Great,” Lara replied. “Now let’s find something to watch.”

…

They stayed at the house until ten o’clock that night.

It was a nice, long, lazy time and by the time they decided to head out, Jason felt a lot better. They’d devoured all of the food they’d ordered and watched a pair of horror movies back to back. One was okay, the other was actually stellar. As the second movie came to a close and they began debating about what they were going to do, Lara suddenly had an idea: they all needed to go bowling. She knew a great place five minutes away that stayed open until two AM and would be pretty much dead at this point.

Jason hadn’t been bowling in far too long, given how much he enjoyed it. So now, here they were, all three of them heading across the parking lot of the bowling alley. Looking around the huge, mostly empty lot, Jason found himself grateful that the place was pretty much dead. There was just something so peaceful and wonderful about having a place like this to yourself. You didn’t have to put up with the droning, overlapping sound of eighteen dozen different annoying conversations or be paranoid that someone was staring at you.

The three of them came in through the front doors, got shoes, a lane, and bowling balls, and Lara ended up putting in a huge order for hot wings.

“Gonna be straight up with you,” Lara said as she finished putting her shoes on. “Hannah and I are kind of unfairly good at this. Cause of our, you know, uh, strength and coordination.”

“That’s fine, I don’t really care about winning or even doing particularly well. As long as I hit some pins more often than not, I’ll be fine. Plus, just being out with you two is a lot of fun. Also, I fucking love wings,” he replied.

Lara laughed. “Good, I do too.”

As they got their names punched into the scoreboard and everything set up, Jason turned to her. “So, I believe one of the goals of today was to get to know each other a little better. And now that I know you really, really well physically, I was hoping to hear more about you.”

“Okay, fair enough. What do you want to know?”

“It’s super boring. All she does is talk about fucking guys over on the east coast,” Hannah said, grinning.

“Girl, you keep that up and I’m really going to break you in the next time you ask me to go hardcore on you. And you know you’re going to ask soon,” Lara replied. She turned back to Jason and smiled sweetly. “Now, before we were so rudely interrupted...”

“Um, well...what other jobs have you had? What do you care about?” They continued their conversation as they took their turns bowling.

“Broad questions,” she replied. “I’ve had a lot of different jobs. More run of the mill stuff in high school and after. Waitress, cashier, receptionist. When I moved out to the big city, it was after my boyfriend and I had broken up. That’s a whole other story but the short of it is that we just didn’t work out. We had a good run though. Anyway, when I got out there, I took a job as a bartender. Then I started stripping, which was a lot of fun. Then the girl running the strip joint asked me if I’d be interested in hanging out up on the next floor, which I knew was where she had some escorts. She said it was good money and she could protect me...plus, she knew I could protect myself. At the time, she didn’t have a girl like me, so I said, hell yeah. I mean, I love sex, I love fucking. Getting paid to do it? Dream come true, pretty much.

“As for what I care about? Well, besides sex, obviously, I used to be into metalworking.”

“That sounds awesome,” Jason replied.

“Yeah, it was fun. I used to make like little statues and stuff, nothing very big really.”

“Why’d you stop? Or did you?” he asked.

She shrugged. “I’m not sure, really. I just kind of...fell out of it. Well, I guess that’s not entirely true. Living where we lived was expensive, as were some of my habits. So I ended up focusing a lot more on ways to make money, which were basically stripping and escorting...” She trailed off, frowning suddenly. “So, yeah. I have been thinking about it more recently, though. But enough about me, what about you? Hannah says you share her passion: writing.”

“I do,” Jason replied. “I’m currently in a kind of, I don’t know what to call it. Transitional period isn’t right. I guess, if I’m being completely honest, I’m kind of standing at a fork in the road. I’m really facing the question of: do I have what it takes to actually make a go of having a writing career? I’ve been writing for like, ten years now, but it’s all been pretty, you know, on and off stuff. I’ve only ever finished shorter stories and fan fictions. I haven’t actually finished, like, a novel. I’ve got three in progress right now but I haven’t really touched any of them for a few months now. Not in any serious fashion. I think I’m scared.”

“It’s a scary situation,” Hannah said. “I was where you are at once. Although I have to say you have it a lot easier. What with the self publishing. Now you don’t need to sit there and wait on some agent to find the time to scam you out of money and find a huge publishing company that might also have the time to scam you out of even more money. Now, you can just cut out the fucking middle man and do it yourself.”

“There is that,” Jason murmured.

“Sorry, I’m still pissed off at the publishing industry. It should be illegal, how they do their jobs. Sometimes, it actually is. The unfortunate reality though is that no one who isn’t a writer gives a shit because almost everyone who isn’t a writer that’s being taken advantage of will tell you, ‘Shut the fuck up and stop complaining, you’re lucky that you get to sit on your fucking ass all day and make up bullshit for people to read.’ Which, on the one hand, yeah, if you can make that work, you are lucky. Really lucky. But that doesn’t mean that we should just shut up about being taken advantage of. Of course if you’re working for a publisher, you do have to shut up, because they can drop you just like that, like you’re nothing, because there’s about a thousand other people waiting in line behind you to get ripped off.”

“Fuck, I am lucky,” Jason said.

“Yeah. I’m definitely never going back to a big publisher. Maybe a small one. The indie publishing market is flourishing and if they do it right, it can be a step above doing it all yourself. But if I do get back into writing, I’m more than likely going to be self publishing…sorry, you were talking about your fork in the road,” Hannah replied.

Jason laughed. “I guess I feel a little weird complaining about it. It’s just...scary. Because of the high likelihood of failure. And I guess mainly because writing is the only thing I’ve ever really given a shit about in my whole life. I mean, okay, I care about people, obviously. Just as, you know, a viable career. I don’t really think I’m good at anything else, and even if I was, I don’t really enjoy anything like I enjoy writing. So if I actually do go after this and I fail, where does that leave me? What the fuck am I going to do for the rest of my life?”

Lara sat down beside him. “Jason, you can always find something else to love. It might take some time, but it’s worth it. And that statement is equally valid for what you currently love. It might take some time to find out if it’s going to work, it might take a lot of time, actually. Success doesn’t happen over night. It might take years. But it’s worth it to find out. My advice is to just sit down and start doing it.”

“She’s right,” Hannah said.

Jason looked at Lara, then at Hannah. “I guess you’re right.” He realized that he was actually feeling pretty good. Shaking off the last of his uncertainty and gloom, he stood up. “Okay, enough serious talk, let’s just have fun.” He also saw that their wings were arriving.

Lara did too and moved over to the table beside them. “Sounds like a plan.”

…

The bowling and the wings were great. They ended up going through four games and Lara and Hannah had a lot of interesting stories to tell about each other. As time continued passing, Jason began to pick up on a low-level charge between the two women. It started out subtly and he almost missed it, and probably had missed the first of it. It was just the way they looked at each other or touched each other in passing. Then it started building. Lara started sitting down in Hannah’s lap when it was Jason’s turn to get up and they were smiling at each other in a certain way and as the last game came to a close, she was playing with Hannah’s breasts and giving her quick kisses. Both of them were aroused and so was Jason.

After the fourth game, they decided they wanted to go home. The three of them quickly left the bowling alley, crossed the parking lot and piled into Hannah’s car. Hannah drove and Jason got into the front passenger’s seat, and so did Lara. She sat on his lap, grinning and laying against him. As they started driving, she pressed her lips against his and reached down in between them, gripping his cock through the fabric of his clothing and massaging it slowly. He was already stiffening but now he grew almost immediately hard.

“Someone’s horny,” he said, grinning into the kiss. He began moving his hand up under her shirt, found her bra and began pulling it up over her breasts.

“Very, you have no idea,” she replied. “I’m so fucking wet right now. We are so having a fucking threesome when we get home.”

“Another thing I haven’t done,” Jason said, groping her bare breasts now. He was hard as a fucking rock and he could feel it throbbing in anticipation.

“It’s going to be awesome. I promise we’ll make it a threesome to remember,” Hannah said, glancing over at them.

They kept driving as he and Lara made out and before he knew it they were back at her place. As soon as the engine was off, the trio quickly left the car and hurried across the yard. Lara managed to get the door unlocked and opened. As soon as they were in, they slammed it shut and all but ran down the hallway, towards the basement.

Being the fastest, Lara was there first. Hannah was right behind her, both women using their enhanced speed and strength. They pulled ahead of him and they were already down there, in front of the bed, stripping, as Jason began making his way down the stairs. He was nearly incoherent with lust by then.

Lara was already naked as he joined them and kicked off his shoes. Hannah was almost there. The two of them stripped as quickly as they could, then joined Lara on her huge bed. As they climbed onto the bed, Hannah guided Jason towards the middle.

“I was thinking that, since this is your first true threesome, Lara and I should make you the center of attention,” she said.

“That sounds like a fine idea to me,” Lara replied, her face flushed and her eyes wide and wild, alive and sparking with erotic lust.

“I...okay,” Jason replied, breathing heavily, his heart hammering in his chest. Now that he’d actually talked about his strange issues, he was feeling a lot better. It was like he could focus better and more fully enjoy the experience.

As he laid down in the center of the bed, as equally naked as the two women, Lara and Hannah settled in on either side of him. Hannah leaned in and kissed him, deeply and fully, slowly slipping her tongue into his mouth. He reached over and settled a hand on one of her huge, pale breasts, gently groping it as his tongue met hers and they began to twine and twist. He always loved the sweet taste of her, it was at once both intoxicating and arousing. At the same time, he felt Lara kiss along his neck and shoulder, and she reached down and grab his bare cock. She began to slowly rub it, moving her thumb across its head.

After a moment, Hannah pulled back, then gently passed him to Lara, who took up making out with him, her tongue eagerly probing his mouth as well. Hannah got up closer to him and reached down, taking his balls in her grasp and gently massaging them, joining Lara in pleasuring him. Lara’s taste was darker somehow, murky and exciting. Both women passed him back and forth for several minutes, kissing him passionately, before they decided it was time to move on to the next phase of the threesome.

Jason watched, enraptured, as they moved down the length of his body, getting down lower so that their faces were on either side of his cock. Hannah gripped it firmly and both of them leaned in and began to lick its head simultaneously.

“Ohhhh fuck...” Jason moaned, as invigorated by the pleasure of their hot, wet tongues dragging across his incredibly sensitive skin as he was by the sight of these two absurdly attractive, naked women licking his cock.

“Mmm...I think he likes it,” Lara murmured.

“He sure seems to,” Hannah replied.

They both kept licking and he reached down, laying his hands on the back of their heads, losing himself in the hot, wet pleasure they were giving him. He let out another groan as Hannah took his whole cock into her mouth and started bobbing her head, coating it in saliva. She sucked him off for a good fifteen seconds before taking it out of her mouth and passing it to Lara, who promptly started sucking his dick again. She moved slowly but surely up and down his length, getting her hand involved, stimulating him and filling him with hot bliss. After a little bit, she took him out of her mouth, leaned over and kissed Hannah. Jason continued watching as both woman began to make out, their hands roaming over each other.

Abruptly, Lara broke away. “Sorry, dear, but I’ve got to start riding his dick. I’m gonna go crazy if I don’t get it in me,” she said.

“Fair enough,” Hannah replied.

She moved out of the way so that Lara could climb up on top of him. As soon as she’d mounted him, she got his dick up into her and started riding on it. The sexual rapture hit him like a fucking drug as she slid her tight, incredibly wet pussy up and down his rigid length. Jason cried out, his hips thrusting up almost involuntarily, like a spasm, and forcing him up even deeper into her. Lara let out a cry of pleasure all her own.

Jason grabbed her hips and stared up at her firm, high breasts and started slamming up into her. He felt alive and horny and his body was demanding more.

“Oh yes!” Lara cried. “Fuck me, Jason!” she screamed.

He kept pushing up into her, sending her a little higher into the air each time. He loved the way her fantastically tight, toned, tanned body looked, the expression of pure ecstasy on her face, the way her small tits bounced beautifully each time he pushed up into her. They kept going like this until he suddenly reached up, pulled her down, hugged her to him and flipped them both over. She let out a small, happy, startled sound.

As she laid on her back and spread her legs for him, Jason got onto his knees, hooked his hands beneath her thighs and pulled them up. Gripping her ankles and holding her legs up, he started fucking her again, pounding into her tight, wonderful pussy.

“Goddamn,” she moaned.

“Here, let me get in on this,” Hannah said.

“How do you want to do it?” Jason replied, very eager to have her more involved.

“Back up a little, I’ll make it work,” Hannah answered.

He gave her a little more space. Hannah got in between them, on top of Lara. She brought Lara’s legs up further and then secured them in place with her own, so that she was on her hands and knees on top of Lara, her face hovering over Lara’s. Jason looked down. Hannah’s pussy was right above Lara’s, both of them wet and easily accessible from his current position.

“Now fuck us both,” Hannah said.

Since he’d been fucking Lara so hard, he got into Hannah. As he slid into her, his cock very wet and slick from being inside of both their mouths and Lara’s pussy, Hannah threw back her head and cried out.

“Oh, fuck me honey!” she cried out.

He settled his hands on her broad, pale hips, staring down at her thick ass, and watched his cock disappear into her over and over. It felt like his whole body was being consumed by wicked hot sexual euphoria, pushing him ever closer to an orgasm that he knew he had to keep at bay. At least until he got both women off.

Hannah started making out with Lara as he fucked her doggystyle. He wished he had a better view of the two women locking lips but he was more than thrilled with how things were progressing. After fucking her for another thirty seconds or so, he pulled out and slipped it back down into Lara’s wonderful, tight pussy. He heard her cry out, the sound muffled. Jason kept going, kept fucking her, trying to get the right angle and rhythm and speed until, suddenly, Lara let out a fresh, louder cry of absolute pleasure.

And he could feel her coming.

“Oh yes! Yes! Fucking...YES!” she shrieked.

Inside of her, her orgasm raged. He could feel a hot eruption of feminine sex juices escaping her vagina, coming out from around his cock and coating his inner thighs. Her muscles squirmed and tensed and twitched, and her whole body shook with the effect of the climax. Jason kept fucking her until it was over. When it was, he pulled out and put his cock back into Hannah, who let out another cry of pleasure as he reinserted into her. He started working on her, fucking her smoothly, burying himself within her again and again.

After a little bit, he reached around and down, managing to get his hand in between her and Lara. He found her clit and began rubbing it.

“Oh, Jason!” she moaned as he pleasured her.

His orgasm was coming on and there wasn’t a whole lot he could do to hold it back. He continued rubbing her clit vigorously, hoping that he outlasted her.

In the end, it was almost a tie.

Perhaps a second after he felt her begin to orgasm, Jason’s own climax burst out of him. Both of them started to writhe and moan against each other. Jason laid against Hannah’s back, wrapping his arms around her, grabbing her tits as his dick kicked and twitched inside of her tight vampire pussy. He could feel her vaginal muscles clenching and releasing, spasming as she came and accepted his seed, which was being forced into her in thick, powerful spurts. Both of them continued moaning in desperate pleasure until their orgasms ran dry.

Carefully, Jason pulled out of her and rolled over onto his back. Hannah rolled the other direction off of Lara and they both laid there for a little while.

“So, how was your first threesome?” Lara asked, reaching over and running a hand slowly and sensuously across his sweat slicked chest.

“Amazing,” he replied.

“Good, but I was hoping for mind-blowing,” she said, grinning. “I guess we’ll just have to try a little harder next time.”

CHAPTER SIX

Walking home again.

Normally, Jason would be thrilled to be going home, but today was different. He was, as much as he tried to avoid it, concerned. About Hannah. It had been two days since his day off and the epic sex he’d had with Lara. And then the more epic sex he’d had with Lara and Hannah. After talking about some of the mental and emotional problems he’d been unconsciously wrestling with with the two women, he’d actually felt a lot better.

And it seemed to be a lasting kind of better. At least with regards to that particular problem. He still felt uncomfortable about his books, although he was beginning to come out of that slump as well. Talking with Hannah and Lara seemed to help a lot. He supposed it made enough sense. Both women were over fifty years old, (that still got to him, they looked like they were his age most of the time), so it would make sense that they had accumulated a lot of life experience and would be able to give out good, knowledgeable advice.

But now he was worried about Hannah.

Ever since they’d left Lara’s, she’d been kind of distant. That was the best way he could describe it. She seemed preoccupied with something, and he’d never really seen her this way before. Of course, they’d only known each other for a little over two and a half months now, and had been dating for less than a month, so it wasn’t like he had a huge statistically sampling of her emotional palette. Which was, he imagined, a lot broader than most people’s given that she was a vampire. Or maybe it was less? Did vampires feel less emotion?

Hannah didn’t seem to, but vampires were also supposed to be good at hiding their emotions. Whatever the case, he at least could surmise that she was distracted. But that was as far as his knowledge extended. Everything beyond that was just theories. And his brain just wouldn’t shut the hell up with theories now.

Why was she distracted?

Probably the thing that he’d been thinking about the most was Lara. She hadn’t been like this before they’d gotten Lara involved, so, logically, she must be the instigating force in the change. Unless there was something else going on that he was missing completely. But what did that mean? Could she be remembering why she’d been with Lara before and maybe remembering how good the relationship was?

And, consequently, how lame her current relationship is?

Jason didn’t imagine he could measure up to someone like Lara. She obviously got Hannah a lot more than he did, and with both of them being magical creatures, he was sure that they were just much more in tune with each other. Plus, Lara was way more interesting than he was. He tried to take into account what Hannah had told him the previous night, about how she wouldn’t leave him without a compelling reason, but it was hard. She’d said that she wouldn’t leave unless he gave her a reason, but he knew she couldn’t even promise that.

No one could, really.

Because what if your partner was doing everything right and it was you who was having the problem?

Jason also knew that there was a chance, and maybe not even an insignificant chance, that he was just being paranoid. He knew there was some kind of mental problem that a lot of people got. It was basically that they were a few weeks or months into a fantastic relationship and everything was going perfectly and they suddenly wonder if they’re just delusional. What if I think everything is perfect but my partner is actually miserable? What if they leave me? What if I’m just blind to this fact? It was a shitty thought.

Realizing that he was almost to the apartment complex, Jason tried to clear his head. He knew that he couldn’t keep going on like this. He was going to have to directly ask Hannah tonight what was on her mind. He’d wanted her to bring it up with him, and she seemed like she’d come close once or twice, but nothing had happened.

Jason walked in through the front doors of the building and made his way down the hall to Hannah’s apartment. He stood in front of the door and reached for the knob, then hesitated. Part of him didn’t want to face this, because he knew it could possibly mean the end of his relationship. He didn’t want it to end, he liked the relationship so much. He was having such a good time. He wasn’t sure he could go back to living alone, single, by himself pretty much all the time when he wasn’t at work. It frightened him.

But maybe Hannah was having some kind of problem that he could help with. That was another thing he’d considered during the long hours at work, made all that much longer by his current predicament. If that was so, then he felt compelled to help her any way he could. He wanted her to be happy.

Hoping that he was just being paranoid and this was nothing, Jason gripped the doorknob, turned it and opened the door.

Hannah was sitting on the couch in a t-shirt and panties, a blanket beside her. She’d been watching TV but now it was muted.

“Hey, how you doing?” he asked as he came inside.

She didn’t look good. “I’m...we should talk,” she replied after a bit of hesitation.

Jason closed the door, feeling cold, his heart thundering in his chest.

“What about?” he replied.

“It’s...important. Sit down. And because I can read that look on your face and I want to put your mind at ease as much as I can, no, I’m not breaking up with you,” she said.

Relief swept through him and he moved to join her. At least that wasn’t the problem. Then what was it? Obviously something was wrong.

“So what is it, then?” he asked, sitting beside him.

Hannah frowned, stared down at the floor between her feet for a moment. He let her gather her thoughts in silence.

Finally, she took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Okay, so, there are some things I should probably tell you about myself and my past. I haven’t really been thinking about them, partially because I hate them so much and also because I want to believe they’re over with forever. But, I don’t know, after hanging out with Lara and talking about the past...I guess I feel guilty for not bringing this up to you earlier, because in a way, it could theoretically involve you. And not in a good way. So, before we go any further, we need to address it.

“So...the city we kept talking about. It’s called Thorne. It’s a big city, couple million people living there, and it’s kind of a big melting pot where humans and magical beings all live together. I told you I got turned back in ‘95. I’d been kind of obsessed with vampires for awhile even before then and I ended up getting enough money together to move out to Thorne. I met a guy, a vampire. We started dating. I convinced him to turn me. The way Lara told her own conversion story, you’d think you just do it and that’s it, but it’s not so easy. You need to sign papers, legally change your status, report it to the government that you’re going to be a vampire or a werewolf or whatever now. It’s a whole...thing. Anyway, I did it.

“After a couple of years, me and the guy split. I think he just got tired of me and I guess I got kind of tired of him, too. But anyway, fast forward to the point where I met the boyfriend that Lara brought up last night. He was...he’d been a vampire for a lot longer than I had. And he was just so fucking charismatic. I felt about him the way you said you feel about me. It just seemed like he could have fucking anyone. And we got together and moved in together and things were going really well for awhile.”

“So what happened?” he asked, almost afraid to ask.

She sighed and seemed to gather her thoughts again. “He got possessive. Jealous. Angry. I don’t want to go into the whole spiel, but he just...he became intolerable. It wasn’t until I met Lara that I realized I needed to get the hell out of the relationship. We were in an open relationship...sort of. I don’t know, that’s what made it so weird. Okay, I guess it wasn’t weird, he just wanted to sleep around but didn’t want me to sleep with anyone else. He had to like, approve my partners or whatever. He always said it was because he had enemies and had to watch out for me, and whatever, I’m okay with getting approval from your partner if you’re in an open relationship, that’s not unreasonable, but he said no so often it was just...” She exhaled forcefully.

“Sorry, I’m getting all worked up. Anyway, I left him. Lara and I hooked up. We got serious. But we were both pretty open and also dated people on the side. You know that part. You also know that I started hooking up with human guys. After all the craziness of what I’d been through, it was such a nice change of pace. There was just so much less stress. Lara’s the one that got me into it, actually. She fucked human guys all the time. I mean, obviously cause of her job. Sex between the species is a little bit more open in Thorne. And I tried it and it was a lot of fun. But I’m getting off topic again. I guess I just like remembering the good times.”

“That’s understandable,” Jason replied. He’d taken her hand by now and was rubbing it slowly, trying to help her get through whatever this was.

“The point I’m trying to make is I want to tell you why I left Thorne and moved out here. I met a guy. He was a human, his name was Jake. We fit together really well, just like you and me. He moved in with me. At this point I’d broken it off with Lara and was living alone. We got...well, you know, we got really serious. We were in love. And I thought things were going well, but then my ex...ugh, he had left the city like three years ago at that point. But he showed back up. I don’t know why he came back, but he did.

“He showed up one day and he was all, ‘Oh, I’m sorry about how I was before, I love you, Hannah, we’re meant to be,’ and all that shit. And I told him no. That pissed him off, but when he learned I was dating and living with a human, that I was in love with a ‘regular’, oh God he just...he lost it. I got really worried and sure enough, a week later, he broke in. Beat my boyfriend up. Almost beat him to death. I don’t even think he meant for it to go that far, he just wanted to scare the guy off. He took off after that, skipped town again. I haven’t seen him since. But Jake...he was in the hospital for awhile and I was with him the whole time but when he got out of the hospital, he...he broke up with me. He said it was too dangerous, living with me, being with me. And he left. And not long after that, I left, came out here.”

Jason realized from the way Hannah kept blinking and looking up at the ceiling that she was trying not to cry. He leaned in and wrapped her in a hug without thinking about it. She immediately hugged him back and squeezed. A jolt of pain went through him as she squeezed too hard and he grunted and winced in response.

“Oh, fuck! I’m sorry!” she said, letting go of him. “I just, I didn’t mean to...fuck!” she snapped, getting up and walking across the room.

“Hannah, it’s fine,” he said, getting up and moving over to her.

“No, it’s not, I...I hurt you. I get so fucking emotional like this sometimes and...” she trailed off, rubbing her temples, looking down at the floor.

Jason hugged her again and, after a few seconds, she tentatively hugged him back. “Hannah, it’s fine. I’m okay,” he murmured in her ear. “I’m sorry. About what you told me, your ex, that’s a really bad situation to be in.”

“Yeah, and, I mean, that’s what I wanted to tell you. I have to get it out there. I have to tell you, but I didn’t want to because I’m scared you’ll fucking leave when I tell you stuff like that because that’s what fucking everyone else has done to me.”

She either stopped fighting her tears or lost the battle to them and she started to cry then. Jason hugged her hard as she buried her face against his shoulder and cried. For a long moment, they stood there like that, hugging together in her living room, him rubbing her back slowly. When it seemed like the worst of it was over, he spoke up.

“Hannah, I’m not going to leave you,” he said.

“Are you sure? Because I’m not going to lie to you. The chances that it could happen again, I mean, it’s unlikely, but it’s not impossible.”

“Hannah, lots of bad things can happen. Everything has its downside. If dating you means living with the risk of that happening, then it’s worth the risk. It’s more than worth the risk. I’m not going to leave you. I mean, I think I-” he hesitated.

“What?” she asked, pulling back, sniffing and staring directly at him. “You think you what? What were going to say?”

“I don’t know, I just...maybe now isn’t the best time,” he muttered, suddenly uncertain of himself.

“Tell me, please,” she whispered.

They seemed to be on the same train of thought. Jason gave up trying to hold it back, gave up trying to analyze the situation.

“I think...no, not I think. I know. I love you,” he said finally.

A smile burst onto Hannah’s face. “I love you, too,” she said immediately, leaning in and kissing him deeply. A number of emotions seemed to burst inside of him then. Mainly an intense happiness that seemed to fill him up with a tremendous warmth. Relief, too. A great relief. He was also a little worried.

As Hannah broke the kiss, he voiced his concerns.

“Is it, I mean, is this too early?” he asked. “I don’t even know the fucking protocol on how soon you’re allowed to tell someone that in a relationship. We’ve hardly been dating two weeks...”

Hannah burst out laughing. “There isn’t a protocol, Jason! I mean, yeah, it’s a gamble, but it’s a gamble worth taking, and it’s just something that should be decided on a case-by-case basis. Sometimes, honey, you just...know. And I know. I know that I love you.” Her smile faltered slightly and she began to chew on her lower lip.

“What?” he asked, suddenly paranoid.

“It’s nothing bad,” she replied quickly. “It’s just...okay, there’s a thing I want to do with you. It’s, um, it’s really intimate. And also, I imagine, scary for you. And I’ve been wanting to ask you to do it for a little while now, because it’s just so good for me.”

“What is it?” he asked.

“Let’s sit down,” she replied.

They moved back over to the couch and sat down. Now Jason was feeling a little paranoid again. What could she want to do with him that would be scary?

He supposed, when she told him, that it should have been really obvious.

Hannah seemed to be collecting her thoughts again, perhaps figuring out the best way to say this. She took his hand and looked directly into his eyes. “Okay, honey. When a vampire and a human are close, and I mean really close and intimate, something that can happen is that...no, this sounds really stupid.”

“Just throw it out there,” Jason said.

Hannah looked at him for a moment, then nodded slowly. “I want to suck your blood from your neck,” she said, her words quick, like she had to say it before she thought better of it.

Jason stared at her for a long moment. The worry and anxiety was obvious on her face and he found himself thinking how strange that was. She was usually so good at controlling her emotions. But he supposed she was really putting herself out there.

“I guess that makes sense,” he murmured.

He knew that vampires needed blood to survive. He was never sure how much they needed, say on a daily basis, but it never came up with Hannah. He’d never seen her consume any, but he knew there were products that vampires could buy. There was an artificial blood that most of them purchased and drank, and he knew a lot of them complained about how lame artificial blood was. And he also knew that there was actual blood that humans donated for money. Depending on where you were, you could actually get a fair amount of money for it.

Jason also knew that blood straight from the ‘source’, so to speak, was a very highly desired thing. You could make way, way more money hiring yourself out for that. But he always thought that was risky.

“If I let this happen...how risky is it that I’ll turn?” he asked slowly.

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that at all. There’s a pill I can take that will make me incapable of turning anyone. And, I mean if, um...if you decide that you want this to be a more, uh, regular thing, there’s an implant I can get that will take that ability away from me. Not that I really care, since I don’t plan on turning anyone.”

“Okay...will it hurt?” he asked.

“Yes, it will hurt, but it will also feel good. I’m not quite sure how to describe it. There’s something in my fangs that kind of act like, um, endorphins, I guess? It’ll make it feel good in kind of a weird way,” she replied.

“All right. So, I mean, if I said yes, then...what, I’d just lay back and you’d bite me?”

“No. It’s best if it’s done during sex. Actually, it’s best if it’s done right after you climax. And I’d, you know, I’d bite your neck. And drink some of your blood. Not a lot. Just, you know, some of it...” she hesitated, still looking very nervous. “If you don’t want to do this, I won’t try to push you into it or guilt you or anything-”

“Hannah,” he said, taking her hand again. “I’ll let you do it to me.”

“Really?! I mean, only if you’re sure. Like really sure. And if you don’t like it we don’t have to ever do it again.”

“Hannah, I love you. I want you to feel good. And you make this sound like it’s a kind of deep connection between us, this act.”

“It’s very intimate, you’ll see what I mean when we’re doing it,” she said. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure,” he replied firmly.

“Good. Oh God, I want to do it so bad now. For me, it’s like...ugh, it’s better than sex. Like, it’s so fucking good. Can we do it now?” she asked.

He laughed. “Yes, babe, we can do it now.”

“Thank you!” She bounded up off the couch and pulled him up with her. Jason laughed again as she did, feeling a sudden overwhelming happiness at seeing Hannah light up with joy again. As they hurried down the hallway, he also felt a little bit of fear mixed in. He trusted Hannah and believed what she said about everything, but he knew it was going to hurt. But Hannah also said it was going to feel good in a strange way, and that made him kind of excited. Too many emotions at once, but most of them were positive, at least.

They came into Hannah’s bedroom and started undressing.

Unlike the other times, as they stripped down and got into bed together, it wasn’t fast and frantic. Hannah’s movements were slower, more sensual. They came together in the center of the bed, their hands wandering, lips meeting. There was an intensity to Hannah, he realized, and a nervousness. Again, he was struck by how weird it was to see her nervous. He pressed himself closer to her and kissed her again, deeply, passionately. He felt her wrap her arms around him and hug him closer to her. She closed her eyes.

Jason placed a hand on her back and slipped it down her smooth, soft skin. She felt wonderful. He moved his hand lower, laying it on the swell of her well-padded ass. As he continued to kiss her, he gently pushed her onto her back, then slid his hand down her body, briefly stopping to grope her breasts, then lower. He fit it in between her thick thighs and parted them. Hannah let out a little gasp of happy pleasure as he slipped his fingertip in between the taut lips of her pussy and found the small nub of her clit.

He began to rub it, slowly, gently, using only his fingertip.

“Oh yes...” she whispered, opening her legs wider for him. He began to rub a bit faster, feeling a thrilling excitement coursing through him.

In a way, Jason hadn’t even fully realized that he was in love with Hannah, that he actually did love her, until it had almost slipped out of his mouth. But as he told it to her when she pressed him, he realized that it was true. He did love her. As he continued to pleasure her, wanting to bring her to orgasm, wanting to give her as much sexual gratification as he could because he knew how much she loved that feeling, he again found himself thinking, wondering, if he might be crazy. They’d been dating two weeks, they’d known each other for two and a half months. Before then, they’d been complete strangers.

Was this happening too fast?

What was too fast, anyway? What might happen? What were the dangers of going too fast? He didn’t know and right then he didn’t care.

Maybe Hannah was right. Love was love, it was different for everyone, and right now, the two of them were in love, and it was great.

Jason stopped rubbing her clit and slipped a finger into her. At the same time, he ceased kissing her and lowered himself a little bit, moving his head towards her chest. Hannah let out a louder moan as he began pushing up into her most sensitive spot and, at the same time, licked across one of her pink nipples.

“Oh God, oh Jason, that’s...oh you’re really good at that,” she gasped.

He started sucking on her breast as he fucked her with his finger. Excitement was welling up inside of him, building as he in turn built up the pleasure he was giving his lover. His nervous energy was translating fairly well into sexual energy.

“I’m gonna-oh fuck, I’m gonna-oh yes!” Hannah shrieked as she began to climax.

Jason began rubbing her clit again vigorously as she came. Her hips bucked and her thigh muscles twitched and trembled as she came, screaming her way through the orgasm. He kept going until it was over and she was finished, going slack on the bed, gasping. He laid there beside her, propped up on one elbow, lying on his side, watching her bask in her post-orgasm glow. After a moment, she took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Then she sat up and stretched. He heard something pop inside of her.

“Okay,” she said. “Your turn.”

Jason laid back and watched her as she moved down the length of his body with an almost liquid grace. She was smiling her seductive smile, but it was somehow warmer than before, more loving than before. Or maybe that was just his imagination. Either way, he liked it. He watched as she got down in between his legs and gently gripped his cock. She stuck her tongue out and licked up the entire bottom of it, then began slowly dragging it across the head. Hot sexual bliss ignited within him and he laid his head back against the pillow, groaning loudly.

“Fucking fuck that feels good, babe,” he gasped.

“I want what’s best for you,” she replied. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, Hannah-oh yes...” he gasped as she took his cock into her mouth and started sucking on it, smoothly bobbing her head. He reached down and placed his hand on the back of her head, opening his eyes back up and staring at her as she worked. Her flaming red hair was down and loose, framing her incredibly beautiful, pale face. She had her eyes closed, a look of focus on her face as she sucked him off.

She kept going until she sensed that he was on approach to an orgasm, then she took his cock out of her mouth.

“Not yet,” she said, smiling up at him. “Now, it’s time for sex.”

She got up and grabbed the lube, squeezed some into her hand and rubbed his cock down, preparing him for her. Once that was done, she got on top of him. Straddling him, she gripped his cock and took it into her. They both moaned in sexual unity as she slid down his length, accepting him inch by inch as she started riding him.

“Don’t worry,” she said softly, resting on her knees and beginning to fuck him, pleasuring herself on his steel hard cock, “it’s going to be good.”

“I trust you,” he replied, reaching up and taking her large breasts into his grasp.

Being inside of her was entirely something else. It was pure electric pleasure, an absolute joy that seemed to cocoon him in an alternate reality where there was only the two of them and their pleasure and unity.

The sex started out slow and intimate but it started becoming faster, more impassioned as the minutes went by. Jason let go of her breasts and slid his hands down to her broad hips. He shifted a little and started pushing up into her, thrusting hard into her and causing her to rise up and cry out in sexual rapture as pushed his cock farther inside of her. He found his gaze drifting up to her face, to her mouth.

To her fangs.

He could see them clearly, they were practically glistening in the light. In just a few minutes, they were going to be in his neck, cutting through his flesh, loosing his blood. And Hannah was going to drink it.

His girlfriend was going to drink his blood.

He was still having a hard time wrapping his mind around it and right now it was hard to focus on, given that all the blood was rushing to a different part of his body. Hannah looked down at him, placed her hands on his chest.

“Don’t worry, honey,” she said. “It’ll be fine.”

“I know, I’m just, I’m a little nervous,” he replied.

“If you want to change your mind...”

“No, I don’t. It’s fine. I want to do this. I want to give this to you and...well, I do kind of want to know what it’s like. I guess I’ve always had a morbid kind of curiosity about it. Just, you know, warn me when you’re going to do it.”

“I’ll warn you, Jason.”

And because he did have a certain curiosity about it and he suddenly wanted to know what it was like, wanted the sex to be over, he stopped trying to hold his orgasm back and started fucking her faster and harder, slamming up into her. Hannah let out a loud moan of pleasure as he did this and Jason let himself feel it all.

Before long, the pure pleasure of it overwhelmed him and his orgasm burst into being. He felt his cock clench and kick hard, ejecting the first of his seed deep into her willing vampire pussy. Jason cried out, his hips jerking up into her over and over again, the motion involuntary, a pure animal response to his climax as his seed was shot out of the tip of his cock in thick spurts, filling Hannah up. He kept going, slamming up into her until there was nothing left inside of him and his orgasm had run its course.

He fell back against the bed.

“Okay,” Hannah said, getting off of him and moving to one side. “Okay, I’m going to do it now, honey,” she said, sounding extremely excited. He could hear her breathing harder and faster now as she shifted around.

“I’m ready,” he replied, swimming in a sea of pleasure.

Hannah leaned down, gave him a kiss and then positioned herself over his neck. Jason could feel his stomach churning, his body trembling in anticipation of what was going to come. He waited, breathing heavily.

Hannah bit him.

There was a pain in that first instant, a sharp, piercing pain as her fangs penetrated his flesh, bit through it and put holes in his neck. He grunted and his body jerked in response. The pain started mounting, getting worse and he started to get worried. He could hear Hannah moaning loudly, the sound muffled against his neck.

And then, suddenly, the pain changed.

It didn’t go away, not exactly, it more morphed into something else. It felt...Hannah was right, it was hard to describe. It was warm but also kind of sharp and he stopped caring as much, felt his worries ebb away. In fact, not only was he no longer worried about it, he suddenly wanted it. He wanted her to bite him, to drink his blood. This had to be a side effect of what she was talking about earlier but he didn’t care.

“Don’t stop,” he gasped, feeling his blood leaving his neck, his veins. Hannah was still moaning. “Oh God, Hannah, don’t stop,” he whispered, feeling the warm pleasure and the hot, sharp pain mixing together into something he had never felt before, something he wasn’t sure what the fuck it was, except that he really liked it.

He could also feel himself becoming weaker, slower, more lethargic.

The sensation of his blood leaving his body, the bizarre, painful yet pleasurable feeling of her teeth in his flesh, the small movements as she adjusted herself, the sounds of her intensely pleasured moans as she drank from him, it was all an impossible mixture that was so beyond anything he’d experienced before, he didn’t know what to make of it all. So he didn’t. Jason stopped trying to make any kind of sense of it and simply enjoyed it.

Abruptly, Hannah pulled back from him.

“Shit,” she whispered, looking down at him, her lips now redder than they normally were. He could see some of his blood dribbling down her chin. “I think I took too much.”

“What?” he whispered, feeling exhausted now. A great lethargy stole over him, sapping him of his strength.

“You aren’t in danger, don’t worry,” she replied, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand, “you’re just going to pass out for awhile...”

His vision was consumed by darkness as she said this.

…

That night was strange.

Jason came awake several times, though each time felt like a blurred dream.

At one point, he woke up and his head was in Hannah’s lap. She was looking down at him, smiling the most beautiful smile he’d ever seen.

“Hey,” he whispered.

“Hey you. Go back to sleep,” she said, reaching down and running her fingers through his hair.

“It’s everything okay?” he asked, confused and tired.

“Everything’s fine.”

He nodded and drifted off almost immediately.

Another time he woke up, feeling something on his neck. He was lying on his back. Again, Hannah was over him, this time sitting beside him. Her hands were near his neck.

“What’s happening?” he asked, unsure of how much time had passed since the last time he’d been awake. His head still felt like it was wrapped in a cloud or something and it was hard as hell to think.

“Just checking your bandages, honey,” Hannah replied.

“Bandages?”

“For your neck. From the bite.”

“Oh...okay.”

“Go back to sleep.”

And so he did again.

He came awake other times, but they were fuzzier, more confused.

Finally, at some point, he woke up and it stuck. Jason opened his eyes and found himself staring at Hannah. She was lying on her side, staring at him, smiling still.

“Hey lover,” she said, reaching over and running her hands against his cheek. “How are you doing? How are you feeling?” she asked.

He opened his mouth to respond but his throat was horribly dry. He coughed instead. Hannah seemed to be anticipating that. She reached up, out of sight, and her hand came back with a bottle of water. She passed it to him.

“Here, drink this, you’ve been asleep for awhile.”

Although it was easier to think, he still felt slow, mentally. There had been a time, several summers ago, when he and his friends decided to stay up for as long as they could. They made it about three days. This was, of course, over summer vacation. When he’d finally gone to sleep, he’d slept around fifteen hours.

Waking up from that felt like waking from a freaking coma. He hadn’t really been right in the head for almost a day.

This felt worse than that.

Over the course of the next minute or two, Jason ended up draining the entire bottle. It felt incredible, almost like a man in the desert finding water. He passed the water bottle back to Hannah and she took it and tossed it into the trash. He laid there for another moment, trying to collect his thoughts, but it was still difficult.

Then one came to the surface all at once.

“How...how long have I been asleep?” he asked.

“Almost an entire day,” she replied hesitantly.

Jason blinked several times, trying to process this information. It just wouldn’t seem to take, it wouldn’t go through his head.

“What time is it?” he asked, sitting up. Several of his joints popped.

“It’s eleven thirty...at night,” she answered.

He rubbed at his eyes and that’s when it hit.

“Fuck! I was supposed to work today!”

He began to get out of bed but Hannah put a gentle but firm restraining hand on him, keeping him there.

“Honey, relax. I called in for you. I told them you had food poisoning and couldn’t make the call yourself. It went fine. You aren’t in trouble.”

Jason slowly calmed down, taking the information in. He’d missed a day of work, but he’d done well enough since he started the job that they weren’t going to fire him, or even be super pissed off at him. Well, that was fine. And it was worth it, too. Sitting there, slowly waking up, he could still remember the strange concoction of emotions and sensations that Hannah’s biting him had created. It was euphoric, heavenly.

“You didn’t warn me I’d sleep for this long,” he said finally, looking at her.

Hannah looked away briefly, guilt written in her features. While he waited for her to respond, he realized that she looked different. Her skin was different. The pale pallor had changed, it looked more like a healthy pale glow than before. Her eyes, too. They were...clearer. There just seemed to be a general vibrancy to her that hadn’t been there before. Her lips were redder, fuller. It all made her look a lot more beautiful.

“I drank too much,” she said finally, reluctantly meeting his gaze. “I’m really, really sorry. I kind of...lost control. Just a little bit. I would never hurt you. I was just supposed to take less. I thought you’d have a solid sleep for maybe ten hours. But it was just so fucking good and I could feel you getting off on it, I could feel your emotions and your physical reaction, and the way you kept begging me not to stop...”

She stopped, closed her eyes and shuddered, remembering it.

Jason reached up and placed his hand gingerly against his neck. He felt two small, circular bandages there, over the puncture wounds.

“It was really good,” he murmured. “I wasn’t sure what it would feel like, and it did hurt...but also it didn’t. It was like...I don’t know what it was like. But I liked it...I loved it. I loved that you were doing it to me, that you specifically were doing it to me.” He smiled, reached out, took her hand, squeezed it.

Hannah grinned broadly and squeezed it back. “Good. I’m so glad it happened. Now...there’s a few things I wanted to talk about. But before we do that, we need to get you up, moving, washed and fed,” she said.

“I...yeah, okay, that’s a good idea.”

Pushing the blankets back, Jason got unsteadily to his feet. He waited a few seconds for his equilibrium to fix itself, then stretched, feeling a few more things pop in him. Damn, almost an entire day’s worth of sleep. This was definitely going to fuck up his sleep schedule. He’d have to get that fixed. But, still, worth it.

Hannah followed him out of her bedroom and then waited outside of the bathroom for him. Jason took a while to relieve himself, it was probably the longest pissed he’d ever taken in his life. When he was done, he brushed his teeth thoroughly. He had fucking godawful morning breath. There was a correlation, he thought, between how long you slept and how bad your morning breath was. The longer it was, the worse it got. There’d been some nights where he’d been too stressed and had hardly slept at all. When he got up the next day, he hardly needed to brush his teeth at all. It didn’t really seem like a good trade.

Jason looked at himself in the mirror before moving on. He stood there, naked and pale, kind of skinny. Something seemed different. He studied himself a while longer, his eyes drawn occasionally to the two small, round bandages on his neck. Vaguely, he wondered what people would think, or what they might say.

He found that he didn’t care.

Finally, it struck him what was different: nothing. Nothing had changed about him, physically at least. He realized that his perception was different. Maybe not a lot, but enough that he noticed it. Jason didn’t feel that kind of automatic dislike or disappointment when he saw himself unclothed. He wasn’t exactly pleased with what he saw, but it wasn’t entirely a negative experience anymore. He imagined some of it was just how muted everything felt right now, because he was still coming awake after his day long sleep.

But it felt like progress.

“You okay in there?” Hannah asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine. You can come in now,” he replied, moving over to the shower and turning it on. Hannah came in to join him.

As they got into the shower together, he again noted how vibrant she looked. How healthy she looked. Maybe that was another strange adjustment. He’d gotten used to Hannah’s appearance, her slightly undead pallor and bloodshot eyes. They were lessened. Not gone, but less there. It seemed to make a world of difference.

“You look different,” he said, deciding to address it first, before anything else.

“I do?...oh yeah! I completely forgot to mention that. When a vampire drinks blood fresh, as in straight from a host, it makes them less...vampire-y. Do like it? Or hate it?”

“It’s...you look great,” he replied.

“You seem like you’re holding something back. Come on, be honest with me,” she said, grinning and poking his chest. “Tell me.”

He sighed. “It’s stupid, but fine. I...think you look better like this. But I don’t want you to think that means I think you looked awful before. Or that you have to stay like this or you won’t be attractive anymore.”

Hannah snorted. “Well, you’re obviously coming more awake. Jason, relax. It’s fine. I know I look better like this. I’m okay with how I looked before and after the blood. And there’s no obligation either way. You’ve made it abundantly clear that you find me attractive even at what I consider to be my worst.”

“Your worst?”

“Yeah. I mean...maybe it wasn’t obvious to you. Actually, I guess it wouldn’t be. When we met, I was in a pretty bad place. I was lonely, miserable, kind of afraid to reconnect with anyone. Even Lara. And then I met you. I was afraid you’d run from me, once it became obvious what I was. But you didn’t. And I’m so glad. I’m happier than I’ve been in a long fucking time.”

“Me too,” he replied. “Now, you said you had some things you wanted to talk about.”

“Over breakfast,” she said. “You must be starving.”

At that moment he did realize how hungry he was. And she was right, he was fucking starving. As if on cue, his stomach rumbled violently.

Hannah laughed. “The good news for you is that I ordered some pizza only about an hour ago. Got in just under the wire, before they closed. So there’s some left.”

“Thanks.”

They finished washing up, got out and dried off, then pulled on some clothes and headed into her living room. After they heated up the pizza and Jason pretty much devoured everything that was left, they sat together on the sofa.

“Lara came by,” Hannah said suddenly, as if just remembering it. “She just kind of popped up for a visit and I told her about what had happened. She came in to see you. You woke up briefly when we were talking on the bed.”

“Man, I don’t even remember that. I remember talking to you a few times, but even that’s pretty fuzzy...what did she have to say about all this?”

“Oh, she was ecstatic. She’s so happy for the two of us. And she admitted, since she doesn’t have much of a filter, that she’s just thrilled about having the two of us as fuck buddies, since she really missed me and she just loves corrupting the fuck out of you and it’s been far too long since she’s had not only a male-female couple that she really, really likes both of them, but also that they’re comfortable with her werewolf form. This is basically a dream come true for Lara, so I imagine we’re going to be seeing a lot more of her.”

“Sounds awesome,” he replied. “I’d definitely like to fuck her in that form again...now, what did you want to talk about?”

“Well, I’ve been thinking. I had a lot of time to think after you passed out. Since you basically live here anyway and it would save both of us money...how’d you like to move in with me?” she asked hesitantly.

Jason thought about it for a moment, but he knew the answer almost right away. “I’d love to,” he replied.

“Really? You’re sure?”

“Yeah. I mean, why not? I love you, I haven’t slept in my apartment in...forever. Since we started dating. It would help me save a lot of money. It’d be awesome.”

Hannah laughed happily and hugged him close to her. He wrapped his arms around her and hugged her back, loving the feeling of her up against him.

“There’s one other thing,” she said, pulling back and staring at him intently. “The biting. I mean...do you want that to be a one time thing or...”

He knew the answer to this one, too. “I want it to happen more,” he replied. “I mean, you’ll have to control yourself and we’ll need to figure out some kind of schedule.”

“That’s all easy. And the over-feeding shouldn’t happen again. I just...I was overwhelmed. It had been a really long time since I’d done that and you have no idea what it’s like, how overpoweringly intoxicating it is...but yes, I will be able to control myself just fine. As for how often...well, I mean, a lot of that depends on you and your body. I think we should start small and expand. How does once a week sound?” she asked.

“That sounds fine, Hannah.”

Staring at her, Jason couldn’t help but smile.

He was moving in with his girlfriend, with his lover.

It was a big step forward. A good one.

CHAPTER SEVEN

“So…what are we going to be doing tonight?” Jason asked as he and Hannah drove through the darkened city.

They were headed for Lara’s house.

“Sex,” Hannah replied, grinning.

“Yeah, I mean, I figured. But what kind of sex?”

“Lara wants to do us in her werewolf form. She and I used to have this thing that we did, it was...” her grin widened, “well, let’s just say, you’ll have a lot of fun watching. And I’ll have a lot of fun receiving.”

“Sounds like fun,” he replied, already imagining the two women together, naked, kissing and pleasuring each other.

That thought faded as another, more powerful one took over. He looked over at Hannah and couldn’t help but smile. He’d told her that he loved her and she’d accepted it and returned the love. It felt...incredible. He and his first girlfriend hadn’t gotten around to telling each other they loved each other before breaking up. But he’d gotten to that stage with his second girlfriend. While Jason had loved her, he knew that it was a mild, subdued love compared to what he was feeling for Hannah. Though, he was still wondering.

How much of this was just because they were still in the early stages of the relationship?

How much of this was the fact that Hannah was a vampire?

He let the worries go, for now at least. In this moment, he just wanted to be happy. He wanted to enjoy Hannah’s company, enjoy the simple pleasure of being around her. There was a lot coming up: he had to work for the next several days, he had to figure out how to deal with all his furniture and moving in with Hannah, he had to deal with his books, but for right now, he just wanted a break. A moment of calm before the storm.

“What are you grinning at?” Hannah asked. “Yes, I can see you. I’ve got good peripheral vision.”

He laughed. “I’m just looking at you. And being happy,” he replied simply.

“Good. I’m glad just looking at me can make you happy. Makes the relationship a whole lot easier,” she said.

She turned onto Lara’s street and Jason felt his sexual excitement return. It manifested as a quickening of his pulse and a twist of his stomach. He was really, really looking forward to fucking Lara in her werewolf form again. There was something so exotic about it, something intensely arousing and exciting. He supposed it had to do with the element of danger. She felt and looked dangerous in that form.

Plus, it was so utterly unlike the other sex he’d had in his life.

And holy fuck was she the hottest, wettest woman he’d ever fucked.

Hannah pulled into Lara’s driveway and killed the engine. From the way she quickly hopped out of the car and crossed the front yard, Jason could tell that she was just as excited for the pleasure that was to come as he was.

Lara opened the door before they could even knock.

“Oh my God!” she cried as they came in. “You’re in love! I’m so happy!”

She leaped onto Hannah, gave her a kiss, dropped down and then did the same thing to Jason. His hands slid down automatically to support her and he found himself holding her tight, fit ass. She gave him a lingering kiss.

“You make it sound like we announced we’re getting married or something,” he replied.

“Love is something to be celebrated,” Lara replied firmly. “It’s pretty rare, actual love. And I can tell about you two. You’re both in actual love. And that doesn’t happen very often, in my experience. It’s wonderful and you should enjoy every second of it.”

“I intend to,” Jason replied.

“Good. Now carry me to the bedroom!”

“Okay. I was hoping to have to walk down stairs holding you,” he said, setting off.

“You’ll do fine,” Hannah replied, following after them.

As it turned out, she was right. He managed to make it down the stairs without falling down, tipping over, or tripping once. Once he brought Lara to the bed, she let go of him and flopped back onto it. All she was wearing was a tanktop and panties, and as soon as she was on the bed, she took the tanktop off and tossed it aside.

“Straight to the fucking?” Hannah asked.

“If you wouldn’t mind. I’m like super horny right now. Also, before I forget, I wanted to tell you: Jason, you’re fucking adorable when you sleep.”

“I...see,” he replied. “I’m not sure how to feel about that.”

“Feel good,” Lara replied, pulling her panties off and dropping them on the floor. “Most people look dumb or goofy or ugly when they sleep. Oh my God, Hannah sleeps with her mouth all open all the time. You should stick your cock in there sometime.”

“Shut up, you fucking whore,” Hannah replied, rolling her eyes and shedding her top. “Although that might not be a bad way to wake up.”

“No way I’m risking that. What if you get surprised and bite down?” he asked.

“I suppose that’s a valid point. I guess I’ll just have to wake you up by taking your cock in my mouth,” she replied, grinning and kicking off her shoes.

“That would be a fucking awesome way to wake up.”

“Yeah...also, you can fuck me awake. Just push me onto my back, spread my legs, lube up and help yourself. It’s a pretty great way to be woken up.”

“Mmm...it’s a wonderful way to be woken up,” Lara agreed.

“I’ll definitely keep that in mind,” Jason replied, joining the women in getting naked.

Soon, the three of them had shucked their clothing.

“Now,” Lara said, at the head of the bed, looking through one of the nightstands for something. “Jason, you’re going to want to stand beside the bed, to get a good view of the show. Cause you’re really gonna like it.”

“Um, okay. What is the show?” he replied, standing beside the bed.

Lara finally found what she was looking for and held it up for him to see. It was a strap-on dildo. He raised his eyebrows.

“I see,” he said.

“Yup, I’m going to get into my werewolf form with this on and fucking dominate Hannah’s pussy. She fucking loves it.”

“I do, it’s so insane,” Hannah replied, lying on her back and spreading her legs, eagerly anticipating the fucking that was to come.

Lara set down the strap-on and the lube beside her, then backed away from Hannah, sat down on the bed and closed her eyes.

Jason jumped slightly as she began to transform. He was probably never going to get used to that. It was such an impossible sight: her whole body darkening as brown fur sprouted from everywhere, her arms and legs lengthening, her head morphing, her whole body structure changing, growing. The whole thing lasted about ten seconds.

As she finished, Lara stretched and cracked her neck, then looked down at Hannah and grinned viciously.

“Here it comes, you little slut,” she said, her voice deeper and rougher. She quickly pulled on the strap-on and lubed up the fake cock. Hannah was staring up at her with wide, intense eyes, her breathing fast, her huge, perfect tits rising and falling rapidly. She spread her legs even wider as Lara got into place.

Jason watched intently.

Lara all but leaped onto Hannah, who let out a small gasp. With her huge, powerful hands, Lara reached down and gripped Hannah’s forearms, holding them down against the bed. She moved her hips forward, bringing the fake cock up against Hannah’s pussy. Grinning wickedly, Lara pushed it in. Hannah cried out as she did.

Within seconds, Lara was fucking the hell out of Hannah.

In a way, it was a real spectacle, a sight to behold. Hannah was seriously taking it hard and the headboard was banging fast and hard enough up against the wall behind it that he thought it might break or crack.

“Oh my God, Lara!” Hannah shrieked.

In this form, Lara was fast and frantic and powerful. Her werewolf form granted her a great deal of strength and speed. Her hips were moving so damned fast as she fucked Hannah, sliding the fake dick rapidly in and out of her pussy.

“Oh fu-fuck, I’m gonna come! I’m gonna-OH FUCK YESYESYEYES!” she screamed incoherently as she began to orgasm.

Lara didn’t take any notice, continuing to hold her down and fucking destroy her.

“Ungf, fuck, give it to me, Lara!” Hannah cried out, her voice trembling and uncertain.

“I’m gonna give it to you, you little whore,” Lara replied.

She suddenly snapped her gaze over to Jason, which made him jump in surprise. “Enjoying the show?” she asked. He found it hard to talk. She looked down and grinned. “Well, I guess that answers that question.”

He realized she was looking at his cock. It was as hard as metal and throbbing, almost painful in its power and desperation. He wanted to fuck so bad. This was turning him on more than most other things did.

“One more,” Hannah gasped. “Just give me one more...” she moaned. “Then it’s Jason’s turn to fuck you.”

“One more,” Lara agreed.

She continued pounding the absolute fuck out of Hannah, her thigh muscles bulging beneath her fur as she worked her hips. Hannah had her legs spread so far out that now they were up in the air, giving herself completely to Lara.

It didn’t take her much longer to come.

“Lara...Lara yes! FUCKING FUCK!” she yelled as she began to climax a second time. Lara let out a small, short laugh, seemingly happy by the pleasure she was bringing her friend. She stared intently down at Hannah as the woman came, her whole body trembling and twitching in rapturous bliss as she came.

When it was over, Lara ramped the sex down, then pulled out of her.

Hannah lay there gasping on the bed, still trembling.

“Oh my God,” she whispered, breathing heavily, “I just...that was...I fucking forgot how insanely intense that could get.”

Lara was taking off the strap-on. As she’d once done before, she rolled Hannah over to the side of the bed and pointed at Jason.

“You. Here. Now,” she said, pointing at the spot where Hannah had just been. “I’m going to ride you, young man.”

“Okay,” Jason replied, feeling stupid and tongue-tied in the face of a mature, sexy werewolf woman who knew exactly what she wanted.

He laid down, hard and ready, and watched as Lara maneuvered up the bed toward him with a lithe grace. Without waiting, Lara straddled him. Jason tried to control himself, his responses, his breathing. He was about to be ridden by a fucking werewolf. Lara took his cock into her incredibly hot, wet pussy and Jason felt a loud, long groan of pleasure escape his throat as she took him all in at once. And, oh fuck, she was really tight.

“Fuck!” he moaned as she started bouncing on his dick.

“Ohhhhh, yes...” Lara groaned, her head tilted back, her mouth hanging open, tongue sticking out as she gave herself to the sex.

The pleasure was immense and immediate. Jason watched his cock disappearing into her werewolf pussy over and over again, falling deeply in love with the feeling of it all, of his dick being sheathed inside of a pocket of pure sexual rapture, that hot, wet, tight perfection. Jason reached up and got two handfuls of her big, furry breasts, squeezing them, loving the firmness of them, the feel of them against his skin.

“Fuck me, Lara,” he moaned, incoherent with pleasure.

She continued riding him, her actions becoming a bit more violent, and he was practically being bounced on the mattress. She was fucking him so fast that the pleasure was starting to become too much to handle.

“Yes...just a little longer...” Lara gasped. She continued fucking him, pleasuring and satisfying herself on his rock hard dick. Abruptly, something inside of her gave and she began a screaming orgasm. As he felt her muscles begin to twitch and tremble and spasm, he felt a hot, powerful wave of feminine sex juices begin to jet out of her pussy. It pushed Jason over the edge and there wasn’t even a single hope of holding his orgasm back.

He let out a yell of raw pleasure as his dick kicked hard inside of her werewolf pussy and the first volley of his seed was released in one, hard spasm.

“Yes! Oh fuck, yes, come in me!” Lara gasped as she continued to come. “Fuck, Jason, fill me with your seed!” she groaned.

He couldn’t do anything but that as his dick continued jerking and twitching, shooting hot sprays of his seed into Lara’s pussy. They both continued to spasm and grind against each other until their orgasms had finished. Lara carefully got off of him and off the bed, padding away upstairs, presumably to clean herself up.

He’d blown a pretty big load.

Hannah rolled over and laid against him.

“Told you you’d like it,” she said. “Although, fuck, I’m not going to be moving for the rest of the night, or much tomorrow. Also, I’m sorry, but, like...I can’t have sex for at least two days. Like, seriously, she fucking wrecked my pussy.”

“That’s fine babe,” he replied. “I’m glad you had fun.”

“Me too,” she said, releasing a heavy sigh of relaxation.

By the time Lara came back downstairs, she had changed back into her human form. “So,” she said, hopping up onto the bed and sitting down. “Who’s up for another round?”

…

“Are you sure this is okay?”

“Jason, yes! It’s fine. You’re horny, you want sex, I’m not really in a position to give it. Plus, I’ve got work to do,” Hannah said.

“I’m aware that it is okay for me to be horny and just have to deal with it. I mean I could just go jerk off or something,” Jason replied.

“Why? Why masturbate when you can have awesome sex? I never masturbate if I can have sex instead. I can’t imagine why you would want to either. Jason, look, it’s fine. Really. You’re horny, Lara’s horny, go have fun. Okay?”

“...okay.”

She laughed, hugged him and then heaved a sigh. “Someday, Jason, I hope you’ll start learning to take me at my word.”

He hugged her back. “I will. I mean, I do. I’m sorry. I’ve just gotten used to worrying that, I don’t know...it’s really hard for me to be open about what I want. I don’t like inconveniencing people, so it tends to be really easy for me to be pressured into doing things I don’t really feel like doing. I mean, not like huge stuff, but smaller things, more everyday things. I know how shitty that feels and I don’t want other people to have to feel that, so I go out of my way to make absolutely sure that they actually want to do things.”

“Oh, my dear, sweet Jason...someday, you will be more assertive and confident. And I hope I can help you get there. I want you to be happier, and being assertive and confident definitely put a lot more happiness in my life, and Lara’s life, definitely. But for now, yes, you can trust that I’m actually okay with this. I want you to have fun and feel good, and Lara, too. Now go, and have fun fucking my best friend, honey,” she said, then let go of him and smiled at him.

“Okay, thank you. I love you.”

“I love you too, babe. See you in a few hours.”

“See you.”

He kissed her goodbye and left their apartment. Although he hadn’t officially moved in yet, he was thinking of it as their apartment.

It was just yesterday that he’d had his insane sex session with Lara. Getting to fuck her in her werewolf form again had been awesome and getting to watch Hannah get destroyed by Lara was also pretty great.

They’d ended up spending the night and then Hannah had dropped him off at work. He’d been home for about an hour now after getting off his shift and he’d been getting fidgety, since the two of them normally had sex, but Hannah was too sore from yesterday. As usual, she could read him like a book and had texted Lara to see if she was down to fuck him, and she was, and so now here he was, driving off to fuck his…

What was she to him?

Friend with benefits was the closest thing, although it felt kind of more than that now. He’d always imagined a friends with benefits kind of situation to be a lot more casual, in the sense that it’d really just be more about the sex than anything else. But he was actually getting to know Lara and she seemed to really like him and having him around. Or maybe that’s how these things normally went. He was still extremely inexperienced with all this.

Jason got into his car and started driving across the city, towards Lara’s place.

As he did, he once again found himself thinking how strange all this was. Two and a half months ago, he’d been living in another city with his parents, working a crap job, single, lonely. When he’d made the move, he hadn’t exactly expected to find someone like Hannah. Or Lara. He’d always hoped, but the idea that he would be sleeping with both an extremely attractive vampire and a crazy hot werewolf was something he’d never even realistically considered. Dreamed about? Certainly. But he thought it impossible.

And yet, here he was, doing exactly that.

As he kept driving, Jason began thinking of other things. Namely, his novels. He didn’t really want to think about them, though. Not yet. He just wanted another few days of...okay, well, honestly, slacking off and procrastinating. As weird as it was, it seemed to be helping. A part of him was actually wanting to get back to work on one of them. He supposed the logic of the situation was like...building up an electrical charge.

If you didn’t wait for the charge to build and instead used it fairly often, which was what he did with his writing, he kept trying to get started again too often, you wouldn’t have enough of a charge to get any momentum. But if you waited for it to build, and by ‘it’ he meant his inspiration and his interest, then maybe he’d have enough to kind of ‘blast off’ into working regularly on his work again. Well, that was the idea anyway.

He hoped he wasn’t full of crap.

Jason pulled onto Lara’s street and drove into her driveway, parking and turning off the engine. As usual, Lara had the door open before he could even knock on it. She practically pulled him inside, slammed the door shut and then pushed him back up against it.

“Hey sexy,” she said, grinning at him.

“Uh...hey, Lara,” he replied.

She laughed and then stood on her tiptoes, grabbing him and kissing him. “Come on,” she said after the kiss, taking his hand, “I’ve got something special I want to do tonight.”

“All right.”

He let her lead him through the house, back to the stairs and down into the basement. What the hell did she consider special after all the other stuff they’d done so far? He was both nervous and excited to find out.

“How’s Hannah doing?” Lara asked as she climbed up onto the bed.

“She’s okay. Still sore, but otherwise, she seems happy,” Jason replied.

“Yeah, there’s a reason we don’t do that all that often. I’ve got a couple girlfriends who like it when I do that. Well, actually, they love it while I’m doing it, then they hate it the morning after. But they always seem to think it’s worth it.”

Jason was kicking off his shoes and shedding his clothing. “So, um...what is this special thing we’re doing?” he asked.

She grinned broadly. It was a wicked kind of grin. “So...” she began, and suddenly she seemed actually a little nervous. This had to be the first time he’d seen her acting anything but sultry and confident and erotic. “There’s this thing I like to do, but I only like to do it really rarely. Like, I dunno, maybe once every couple of months. On top of me being in a rare mood for it, I don’t really...” she sighed, considering her words, “it’s hard for me to find someone I want to do it with. I have friends who could help but, I don’t really know why, I just like doing it with a guy. And now you’ve come along and you kind of fit the bill perfectly.”

“You seem really reluctant to talk about this,” Jason said.

“I am.” She laughed and rolled her eyes. “I don’t even know why! I don’t have a problem talking about pretty much anything else, I don’t have a problem getting naked and masturbating in front of complete strangers, but...” she shrugged uncertainly. “I guess it’s because it’s kind of like...I don’t know. I’ve always tried to be strong. I kind of had a disadvantage growing up. You know, tiny little girl, small town in Iowa full of ‘good old boys’ who had no problem harassing women. And you’ve got to remember, when I was growing up, it was back in a time when it was thought a woman’s best place was in the fucking kitchen.” She rolled her eyes, frustrated. “Whatever, that’s all in the past now. But the point is, I had to fight hard to get respect.

“I love where I’m at now. When I became a werewolf, a lot of that stuff just kind of seemed to drift away. I was freed of a lot of my baggage. But not all of it. And I know, I know that wanting to do this doesn’t make me weak. Lots of people do this. I mean, what you do in the bedroom doesn’t really affect who you are in every other aspect of your life. Your sex life...it pretty much exists inside of its own isolated bubble, you know?”

“Yeah, I guess that makes sense,” he replied. “So, I mean...what is it? You don’t think I’m going to judge to for it, do you?”

“No, I don’t. I trust you. I’ve got a good sense of people and I get lots of good feelings from you, and on top of that Hannah’s mostly been pretty good about the guys she’s dated. Well...you know, for the most part.”

“She told me about...uh, the other guy. The bad guy.”

“Oh. Well, I guess it’s good that she has someone new to talk to it about...so, okay, I guess I should stop batting it around. Here it is: my rare indulgence is that I like to be hit, screamed at, and basically demeaned during sex.”

“I...see,” Jason replied. He wasn’t entirely sure what he’d been expecting, but it hadn’t been that. He took a moment to process this. “And you want me to do that for you?” he asked slowly.

Lara nodded. “Yeah...I mean, listen, if you don’t want to, if you aren’t into it, I don’t mind just regular fucking. But I figured it’d be a good idea to ask.”

“I’d be willing to try it,” he replied, still talking slowly, almost cautiously. “I’ve just never done anything like that before. Although...”

“Although?” Lara prompted.

“Although I went through a phase a couple years ago where I got into porn kind of like that. I ended up stopping cause it made me feel kind of weird watching it.”

“Did you get off on it?”

“Yeah, like, a lot.”

“It’s not weird,” Lara said, then laughed. “Fuck, I feel like any advice I could give you would be hypocritical, since I’m so awkward about it. How about this? How about we just, you know, try it out? Would you be willing to do that?”

“Yeah, I’d be willing to do that.” He didn’t want to admit it, but he could feel a sort of dark excitement stirring inside of him at the thought of hitting Lara and holding her down and screaming at her…

“Good!” she said, her smile returning. She began shedding her clothing. “Now, I just want to say, you know, don’t hold back. Like, I can take a lot of punishment. Also, you know, say whatever you want to me. I don’t have anything that pisses me off, I mean, like, when it’s being said in this environment. I know you don’t mean it.”

“Okay, I’ll...uh, see what I can do,” he replied, feeling a strange mix of awkwardness and excitement about this whole thing.

Soon, she was completely naked.

“Wait, I just remembered something,” he said.

“What?”

“Don’t we need like a...a safe word, or something?”

“Oh! Right. Okay, I doubt we’ll need it, but if I say, um...prosthetic, then you’ll know to stop. Sound good?”

“Uh...yeah. That’s a weird safe word.”

“That’s the idea. Now, fuck me up,” she said.

Jason thought about what he was going to do for a moment, then figured fuck it and leaped forward. He grabbed her shoulders and forced her onto her back.

“No, please, don’t!” she cried.

“Shut up,” he snapped, getting on top of her, running his hands over her breasts. “Just shut the fuck up.”

“Please, please stop,” Lara moaned, squirming around and trying to push him away. He kept trying to hold her down but she was good at getting away.

So he tried a different tactic.

Taking her advice, Jason didn’t hold back as he hauled off and slapped the fuck out of her. Just one, hard slap across her face. She let out a shocked cry and cringed back from him. “Stop moving around!” he yelled.

“Please, just stop!” she moaned.

He slapped her again, twice, fast, as hard as last time.

“Don’t hit me,” she whispered. He hesitated. She was actually crying now. He felt a surge of guilt, but...she hadn’t said the word. She was just a really fucking good actress. He forced himself onward.

“Then do what I say,” he snapped. “Do what I say you stupid whore and I won’t hit you again, do you understand me?”

“Yes,” she said softly.

“Good. Now hold still.”

He began to shift around, preparing to straddle her and fuck her face, but as he settled in over her neck, she slipped her head down in between his legs and tried to get away. Spinning around, Jason reached out and grabbed her, wrapping his arms around her stomach. He grunted with effort as he twisted her around and slammed her onto her side. Well, there was one benefit to doing this with Lara: she was so small that she was pretty easy to just throw around. Also, it had become obvious to him that she wanted him to punish the fuck out of her.

Well, fine then.

She asked for it, she was going to get it.

“What did I tell you!?” he screamed at her. “You lied to me you fucking whore! Now I have to punish you!”

“No!” she moaned. “No! Don’t!”

He flipped her over onto her back and slapped her as hard as he could, then he held her down with his legs and his weight, reached down and wrapped his hands around her narrow throat. She gasped and gagged as he started squeezing.

“Please...” she gasped.

“It’s too late for please,” he growled at her, squeezing harder. “I fucking warned you. I told you exactly what you had to do and you fucking lied.”

He kept choking her until she nearly passed out, then let go. Lara gasped and took in a huge breath. He let her get her breath back for a few more seconds before getting on top of her and forcing his cock into her mouth.

She moaned and laid there as he started fucking her in the mouth.

“Suck,” he said, then he held his fist over her head, “or I’ll really hurt you.”

She moaned again, the sound muffled by his cock, and she started sucking him off. He let out a small groan of pleasure. She started to massage his dick in her hot, wet mouth. He placed both hands on top of her head and started sliding his cock in and out. Before long, he started doing it faster and harder, really fucking her in the face. She cried out and struggled, but he kept doing it. The headboard was banging against the wall now.

“Shut the fuck up and take it, you stupid whore. You know you fucking want it, you dumb, worthless slut,” he growled as he kept forcing his cock into her mouth.

After a little bit longer, he pulled it out and she coughed harshly.

“All right,” he said, getting up off of her, “spread your legs.”

“No, please, please don’t do it to me,” she moaned.

“Shut the fuck up,” he replied, trying to get her legs open. “Spread your fucking legs!” he yelled. She had them clamped together. He sighed and slapped her twice, then reached down, grabbed her ankles and yanked her legs open.

“Please! Please don’t fuck me!” she shrieked.

“Shut the fuck up!” he screamed at her and here he punched in the eye. She cried out. Oh man, had that been too much? He waited a few seconds, but she still hadn’t said the safe word. Well, okay, then. He got onto his knees in between her legs, spreading them open and making her hold them up for him, so he had easy access to her pussy.

She was seriously wet.

Jason shoved his cock into her pussy and she moaned again, covering her face with her hands. As he started fucking her, pleasure spilled through him, hot, wet perfect pleasure. Her pussy felt even better than normal and he had the sneaking suspicion that it was because of their roleplaying. Reaching up, he gripped her wrists and tore her hands away from her face.

“Look at me,” he growled.

She moaned something and kept her eyes closed. She was still crying.

“Open your eyes,” he said, a little firmer. She kept them closed. He sighed and slapped her again. “Look at me!”

Now she opened her eyes and stared up at him.

“Tell me you’re a worthless whore,” he said as he kept pounding her into the mattress, satisfying his cock.

“Please don’t make me say it,” she replied.

“Say it or I’ll hurt you again.”

“No...” she moaned.

“Then say it.”

“I’m...I’m worthless whore,” she said softly.

“Louder!”

“I’m a worthless whore!” she cried.

He was so fucking close to coming.

“Now admit that you’re a stupid bitch.”

“I’m a stupid bitch,” she moaned miserably.

“That’s right, that’s right...now I’m going to come in you.”

A look of panic passed across her face. “No! Please! I’m not birth control!”

“I don’t give a fucking shit,” he replied.

“No! Don’t! Don’t!” she yelled, but he was already coming. He held her down as he came inside of her, hugging her tightly against him, an orgasm exploding into existence. Lara continued crying and struggling against him, but he was utterly lost in his orgasm. It felt fucking amazing. It felt like there was a fucking atom bomb and an earthquake going off inside of him, a tsunami of absolute bliss. He could feel his dick pumping his seed into her hot, wet pussy.

It felt like a force of nature.

When it was over, he pushed himself up on shaky arms and pulled out of her. “Fucking whore,” he said, and spit in her face, then he got up off the bed and walked up the stairs, hoping that this was something she wanted, hoping that it was a good way to complete the fantasy. He finished walking upstairs, then into her bathroom, where he took a leak. When he was done, he grabbed a paper towel, then headed back downstairs, figuring enough time had passed.

He found her lying where he’d left her on the bed, her eyes closed, a content smile on her face, her arms and legs spread out.

“So...um, how did I do?” he asked, passing her the paper towel. “The spitting wasn’t too much, was it?” he asked.

“No, it was perfect,” she replied, accepting it and wiping her face off. “I mean, just...oh wow, you’re a fucking natural.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I came so hard when you were orgasming. Like, oh wow, that was just...I need a minute,” she replied, her tight, tanned body glistening with sweat. She continued getting her breath back, then slowly sat up. “That was wonderful. Thank you. Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Yeah, I did. It was kind of, um, intense. I feel a little weird about the whole thing,” he admitted, getting closer to her.

“I know how you feel. It’s okay. This doesn’t make you a bad person, you didn’t hurt me. You gave me so much pleasure. Although...” she touched her eyebrow, felt around her eye, “if I wasn’t a werewolf, I’d have a real shiner right now. You punched the fuck out of me.”

“Sorry.”

“No, it’s good! I was kind of worried you didn’t have it in you, that you might have held back. But you delivered, big time.” She paused, then smiled. “Someday, I’m going to have to introduce you to a friend of mine who’s way more into this. She will love you.”

“That sounds like fun,” he admitted. “Is Hannah into this at all?”

“No, she’s not. She might indulge you, though. But if you find yourself wanting more, just let me know. I’ll arrange a meeting. In the meantime...it’s time for part two of our little encounter. You owe me some TLC,” she said, getting up.

“TLC?” he replied.

“Tender love and care,” she answered. “Come on, let’s shower and cuddle for a bit. Then you can go home to your girlfriend.”

“All right.” He followed her back upstairs.

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Well, a few things that I can think of.

I write about younger, often more innocent twenty-something guys. I’m honestly sick of all the billionaires and NAVY Seals and cowboys and firefighters. Most of all, I’m fucking sick and tired of all these BS ‘Alpha Male’ types. I don’t really want to bring down anyone who is writing or reading that, but I thought it was high time we started hearing about guys who are more realistic and down-to-earth.

Another big focus of mine is human guy on inhuman lady sex. There are certainly tons of stories about hot chicks getting laid by werewolves and dinosaurs and even Bigfoot! But there’s not enough out there, in my opinion, about regular guys fucking hot alien or monster or otherwise inhuman ladies. I love writing about human guys getting laid by mermaids and dryads and sexy aliens and genetically engineered female super soldiers and robots.

Finally, I like emphasizing sexual encounters, casual and longer engagements, that focus on consent, communication, trust, and respect. I like both parties involved getting what they want out of the sex. (Or I should say all parties, given how many people are fucking at once!)

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