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When I first started, I had to physically touch the person in order to absorb their life force, but over the years I’ve managed to extend my reach, so I can drink them in from up to a hundred yards away — important for those times I need to take them out from a distance with a bullet. I don’t get all of them that way, but enough. I can get one hundred percent of the hit from within a dozen feet, so I’d get all of the duck rapist’s life force on this day. Would Etta pick up on it? I didn’t know. Most vampires don’t, but the Slayer notes say that those who feed on emotions sometimes do.
I also enjoyed watching Kelsey figure out how to go about keeping the man’s lust high enough she could continue to feed. She had to keep him horny so she could drink him down, but she didn’t want to have to fuck him, so she got creative. She used her hands and mouth, and I could tell she was in his head, so he likely thought he was in her pussy, and possibly her ass. There’s an art to keeping someone horny while you kill them, and the gorgeous, knockout beauty of a vampire absolutely did not want to kill this man, not even after Etta ordered her to go into his head and look at his memories of all the times he’d raped other women.
Eventually, Etta drained Kelsey every time the younger vampire stopped actively working to kill the duck, and fuck, my dick throbbed in my pants watching Etta work. So cold, so ruthless. Zero mercy.
I was more turned on by Etta forcing Kelsey to kill than I was by the actual kill. Looking at a picture of the two, Kelsey is the classic beauty while Etta is more Adams Family chic, and yet, Etta was the most beautiful woman in the world to me while she bullied and threatened and ordered the vampire to kill.
She could’ve taken Kelsey over like a puppet, but she didn’t. No, this was about forcing Kelsey to do every ounce of it on her own.
And then came the final instance of his death, when you could feel the soul leaving his body. When it became a corpse, rather than the duck shifter, I sucked the soul into my being as it lifted from the body. My balls clenched and my dick pulsed, and I kept my scent markers locked down tighter than ever to be certain the young vampire didn’t pick up on it. I could’ve easily ejaculated, but everyone would’ve known — both in this room and the outer room once we opened the door — and that wouldn’t do.
During the silence after he was dead, I telepathed Etta, Any chance you can send her out to let Marco and her men deal with the post-game discussion while the two of us stay in here and fuck each other’s brains out?
Stay put. I’ll see what I can work out. Marco has someone coming to collect the body, and I’m going to want them to change the sheets.
She walked Kelsey out and told Marco, “Her men are off her menu for a while. Let her top off with the little deer waitress I sense upstairs before we take her home. I need fifteen minutes in my suite to freshen up and pack, because they’ll need a top-level vampire to act as spotter.”
I sensed telepathy between the two, and caught a feeling of friendship from Etta when she walked back in. Had Marco telepathed that he knew why she needed fifteen minutes alone with me? It seemed probable.
Two vampires came to put the body in a bag, one of them slung it over his shoulder, and left without comment. The second man stripped the vinyl covering and all the bedding, balled the whole thing up, put it into another bag, and also left. It was entirely too routine for my liking, but I’d brought the man to be killed, so there wasn’t much I could say about it. Two women stepped in with linens and another blanket, and had the bed made up again in moments.
Etta returned a few moments later, closed the door, and told me, “Mostly soundproof. They’ll hear a loud scream, but not regular sex noises. Why do you still have your clothes on?”
She pulled her dress off on the way to the bed, and by the time I got to it, she was naked and pulling the blanket down, so we’d be on the black sheets.
Black sheets.
It was a stark reminder I was about to get in bed with a vampire. Black sheets don’t show blood stains, so the frugal vampires almost always have them on the beds they bring meals to. They’d been a pale cream color the last time I was in here. Did she normally keep them black, but had changed them when she’d thought I might see them?
I made a quick decision that it didn’t matter. Etta wasn’t killing humans or shapeshifters, but she was feeding from them, and neither of us had agreed to be monogamous.
I divested myself of the last of my clothing and slid onto the bed so I was over her, looking down, and before either of us could speak, my mouth was on hers and her arms were around me, pulling me closer.
I reached for her breast and squeezed it before feeling for the nipple and tweaking it. One of her arms snaked between our bodies, and she grasped the base of my cock.
She moved her head to the side and said, “Inside me. We don’t have time for stupid foreplay.”
* * * *
Etta
We used twelve of our fifteen minutes fucking like feral animals, and it was glorious. I sensed Marco checking in once, but he didn’t speak. When he finally did, it was short and to the point. Four minutes until our group heads upstairs to the limo. Finish up, dearest.
Times up, I telepathed Ryan. Can we pull off a big finale in the next thirty seconds?
Rather than answer, he changed angles so he hit the spot inside me while his pubic bone smashed into my clit with every impact of his body into mine, and he pounded me faster and harder than any vampire has ever managed.
Thankfully, Marco had moved the group elsewhere, or I’m pretty sure they’d have heard me screaming through the orgasm despite the soundproofing between the rooms.
I was in and out of the shower in less than a minute, and I threw some clothes into a small suitcase while Ryan was in the shower. We both dressed vampire-fast, and I stopped us at the door and looked us over.
“We need to look a little less happy,” I told him.
He grinned. “I have a feeling that won’t be a problem for either of us. You go on up, so we don’t show up as a couple. I’ll follow the limo in my vehicle.”
“I don’t think it’s a good idea to ride with you.” It would be bad enough they’d all scent that I’d just fucked the slayer.
“No, you need to be present with your new pupil. We’ll talk later.” He touched the center of my chin with a single finger, and I felt his essence leaving me. I can’t explain it any other way. I didn’t like it one bit, but it made sense when he explained, “They won’t smell me on you now. They might scent the orgasm, but without my scent overlaying it, they’ll assume masturbation. I’ll remove your scent overlaying mine before I’m around anyone. Go.”
