Chapter Twenty-three – Jack #2
My answer was interrupted by Maya’s return. She had Camila over her shoulder, same as I had earlier, and dropped the girl to the floor—only this time, she had a jagged cut across her chest and a black eye.
The sounds of someone orgasming behind me, and Paco’s subsequent satisfied groan, made me feel a little more safe for the bloodslaves’ lives—that, and they’d switched Paco’s victim out. I dared to hop off the edge of the stage, while always keeping an eye on it, and walked over to Maya.
She was covered in streaks of torn satin, dust and blood and the raiment of her hair, and I could tell she took pleasure from the horrified way many of the Faithful were now watching her blunt nudity. She dusted a sheaf of papers off on her thigh, before offering it to Sam.
“I believe these are yours now,” Maya said. “Needless to say, you and I will ever meet again.”
Samantha walked forward, but paused as though she were listening inside, which was strange until I remembered she was telepathic. She took the papers from Maya, but then looked at the girl.
“What are you going to do with her?”
“Please, rescue me, take me with you,” Camila began, weeping openly.
“I can tell you what I’d like to do with her,” Maya said. “She’s Rojo. I caught her almost beating your bloodslave to death.”
My bloodslave? Oh God—how had Paco gotten here? Only Luna could’ve told him where I was, and I hadn’t seen her yet tonight.
“The Rojo,” Camila said, touching her ragged chest to show her blood to Sam. “They will not take me back. I will be scarred—I am cursed!”
Maya squatted beside her. “Don’t worry, girl.
I can think of so many uses yet for you,” she purred.
Camila’s eyes widened—as did Sam’s. I reached down and caught Camila’s hair, yanking her up to face me, remembering fucking her earlier in the night.
They’d clearly sent her into the club at the Fleur di Lis, to offer a tempting distraction to me.
“Go back to your clan and tell them that the Faithful came with an army and interrupted the bargain. There were heavy casualties on both sides. You only barely made it out alive. Throw yourself on their mercy, should they have any,” I said, and pushed her toward Vermillion’s door.
She turned back, gawking and confused, but then ran for it.
“Jack,” Maya complained, frowning after the departing girl without following. There was another satisfied gasp from the stage, and I could feel the dregs of a distant orgasm flitter through me, like the smallest sip of fine wine.
“She’ll go back to them and tell them what happened here. The Faithful don’t kill innocent humans, right? So she’ll say they set her free. And when she gets there, she’ll be a warning. We have to have someone on the inside tell our side of the story.”
“But the Rojo will abandon her,” Sam said, her jaw clenched.
Camila was telling the truth? “Will they kill her?”
“I don’t know.”
Another imposing Faithful came up, a man, short and wide—the one I’d seen holding flames earlier. He nodded to Sam before speaking out loud for our sake. “It is not like she could’ve become one of us—and it’s not like we could’ve left her here.”
Maya sniffed. “Here is a perfectly fine place to be.” I glanced back at the stage—Paco was caught in a tangle of limbs now, and the scent of sex was thick in the air. Soon I would get to take my turn—and we need never be separated again.
“I’m partial to it myself,” I said, tearing my eyes away slowly. “That land is yours now, to do with as you see fit. Are we done here tonight?”
Sam twisted back and took a moment to check in with each of her followers mentally.
“We are,” Sam agreed.
“Until next time then,” Maya said, ready to whammy them all out the door. Sam’s lips lifted into a hint of a smile and then turned away, leading the rest of the Faithful out in a single file line. Maya watched them go, then whirled on me. “I cannot believe that worked.”
“Neither can I.”
“You missed a promising career as a gambler, Jack,” she said, setting a fallen chair upright then falling into it.
I rose up on my toes, listening to the sounds of the orgy still occurring on the stage. Now that the Faithful were gone, more even bloodslaves were joining in. “Is Luna okay?”
“Yes, no thanks to you.”
I hesitated, pulled between what I likely ought to do—check on Luna, who I owed—and what I wanted to do. Maya watched my indecision with a smug pout. “She’s asleep anyhow,” Maya said, absolving me.
“Thank you,” I told her—and then turned for the stage.
Almost all their clothing was cast aside—and it felt like it would be rude if I didn’t ditch mine also, when I joined them. So I took my time, undressing myself, as though I were at the edge of a hidden pool, full of bodies instead of water.
Once I was naked, with all of my many tattoos showing, I dove in.
Women and men groped me without thinking and I welcomed their attention.
A hand reached for my thigh, while I cupped someone’s breast—a mouth met my mouth and kissed me like we were drowning.
Skin touched skin touched skin—there was no shame, not in taking what you wanted, nor in offering it to be taken.
I crawled through the throng, kissing, caressing, feeling a hot hand reach out for my hanging cock, stroking it as I pulled away.
And in the center of the throng was Paco.
He was halfway naked now, on his back, a man clasped to his chest, his cock in their ass, fucking him as I used to fuck him, with his mouth on the man’s neck—while someone else leaned in to stroke the bloodslave’s cock.
I gently took their place, replacing their hand with my own, feeling the bloodslave writhe in pleasure as Paco pinned him.
I leaned over to kiss the man, startling him, before I made him groan with my hand, and pulled my head back.
Paco pulled back as well, his mouth rimed with blood, and his fangs receded—for now. He stared at me with heavy lidded eyes. “Is this always what it’s like?”
“Not always. But sometimes,” I whispered, leaning in to kiss him.
I could taste the bloodslave’s blood as Paco kissed me passionately—and started to fuck the bloodslave harder.
I stroked the bloodslaves’s cock in time, watching his face wind up, as other orgasms exploded all around us, like we were in the middle of an unrelenting firework show.
The bloodslave started crying out as I made him spurt warm cum, and Paco stopped kissing me to shove the man down and fill his ass with a shout.
Paco’s head rolled back, his whole body shuddering, feeling the experience head to toe, his own orgasm atop the so many happening all around him.
I leaned over to kiss his neck and ear. “My turn,” I whispered, gently pushing the spent bloodslave aside, and Paco gasped, twisting his head to look at me.
“Yes,” he agreed, he kissed me again, and I didn’t know which way we would go next—but then he turned, presenting his back and ass.
I wrapped my arms around him tightly. To think all those days I’d spent in the coffin with him like this, only to now have them repaid with this—I took my time kissing his neck and shoulders, my hard cock wedged between the cleft of his ass, just taking pleasure in the fact that Paco, my Paco, was alive.
But—it had been too long—and—this was Paco’s night.
Everyone here had a duty to feed him through it—even me.
Paco moved a little, rubbing himself against me like a cat.
I bit his shoulder to warn him, then reached between us, lining my cock up, stroking the tip of it against him.
Even though he was a vampire now and as magnificent as I was, I still wanted him to beg.
“Jack,” he complained, almost a laugh, his voice soft. I wrapped an arm around his chest from below, my other arm down across his hips from above—and thrust.
His ass took me so smoothly. It was like I was meant to be there—because I was. No one’s ass had ever brought me as much pleasure as Paco’s had before—and now that he was with me—I would take him to such great heights.
“Oh God,” Paco whispered, tensing around me.
“Do you remember our first time like this?” I asked in a whisper. He nodded.
“Then don’t thank God—thank me,” I said, and began to thrust.
I made Paco come, and come, and come again, wrapping my body around his, making him take me, the head of my cock drumming his spot deep inside.
He would tense, gasp, shout, pause, and then I would need him more—it was like each time he came he made me hungrier for him, until I was the one who was starving and needed it.
The bodies swirled around us—humans were coming behind us, Maya was being eaten out as she sucked off another bloodslave a short distance away, and a girl I barely recognized offered Paco a dripping wrist which he drank desperately from in between bouts of ecstasy.
The sound, the smell, the feel of him around me—all of that was almost too much, and I was on the edge of coming myself, losing myself inside him again, all the way.
And this time, knowing he was back in my arms, for always, that I would never have to set him free—I bit his shoulder, for real now, staking my claim.
He was mine. I was his. I reached around and started stroking until he was hard again, as I fucked him harder and he sensed the change in me, crooning my name in long moans, opening his ass deeper, wider, so that there was no part of him I did not know—until I pulled him to me bodily and shouted his name, “Paco!” I came inside of him in a violent spasm, as he came too, curving forward, dragging me with him, feeling his cum spurt out against my hand.
I gasped behind him, catching my breath, kissing him, never wanting this to end, wanting the spend the rest of my life right here, just fucking him—but then Maya was standing nearby, looking just as sex-drugged as I knew I felt.
Bloodslaves were now stumbling off the stage, going to wherever it was they slept off anemia and sex hang-overs.