Chapter 9 – Luna #2
I reached over and got a condom for him in answer. He gave me a grin and tore it open with his teeth, while balancing on one arm. “Want help?” I asked.
“Sure,” he said, offering it over. He reached down and pulled his foreskin back, so I could slide the condom on, while pinching its tip.
He then angled himself down, using the base of his cock like a lever to play himself against me, up and down, up and down, nudging my clit and making me open up for him without him pushing in.
I liked it, even as it was tormenting me. “You waiting for an invitation?” I asked. “I’ll, like, run out to a stationary.”
He grinned again, leaving himself lined up, and then lowering himself to his elbows above me. “No,” he said. “I just wanted you looking forward to this,” he murmured, as he began to push in in earnest.
I closed my eyes and moaned, beginning to feel full in all sorts of delicious ways again. His lips traced at my neck, and my nipples felt every brush of his skin. “I’m sure someone’s told you before you’ve got a big dick, right?”
He chuckled against me, stroking steadily. “Yeah.”
“Then . . . where’s the girlfriend? Or the line of girls, out the door?”
“Well, see, the story in Nashville, that you didn’t let me tell you, is that I lost a bar bet, and have the world’s worst tattoo now on my back.” He pulled his head up from my neck and gave me a shit-eating grin, while his hips kept stroking his cock slowly back and forth inside me.
I snickered beneath him. “That is a lie.”
He gave me an innocent look. “How would you know? You haven’t seen it,” he said, and shifted his hips up, locking us tight.
I panted as he ground himself against me, hilt deep, the fat head of his cock rubbing places deep inside.
“So this is as far as I get. The girls sleep with me, but then afterwards they see that tattoo, and walk right on out.”
I moved to put my fingers in his mouth, and he let me. “Shut up,” I demanded. “Just shut up and fuck me.”
He laughed and did as he was told.
Usually I needed some clit-play to come, but what Nilesh was stirring in me was unholy.
If he could only be patient, I felt sure I could manage, and for his part he seemed content to slowly conquer me, one slow and thorough thrust at a time.
And he kissed me even slower than that, trailing his mouth down my jaw and out to my shoulder’s point.
How long had it been since someone had kissed my neck and I hadn’t had to worry about being bitten? I ran my hands through his hair and down his back and nuzzled my face into him. He smelled like sweat, and shampoo, and soap, and skin, and I liked all of it against me.
Then he looked up, and smiled, and kissed my lips almost chastely, considering what the rest of our bodies were doing, before running the line of his nose beneath my chin.
It was such a gentle gesture and I was .
. . well . . . me. And as much as I liked having his attention now, if this was real, where would we be in fifteen or so years when the genetic disease I carried crashed through my mind like a drunk on a bender, ruining my memories, my ability to speak, and took away my control of my body?
“My beautiful bloodslave,” my Master’s voice echoed from somewhere inside my mind. My eyes rolled wide open and I looked around. Just because I couldn’t see my Master among all the other shadows didn’t mean he wasn’t there. “Make room,” he commanded me.
I felt his presence all across my body, pressing any piece of skin that Nilesh had left free. He needed to be fed, it was up to me to do it . . . and if I didn’t—I didn’t want to know what would happen. I tensed up beneath Nilesh, and he quickly stopped.
“You’re so big I’m sore, from earlier tonight,” I lied, though it wasn’t far from the truth.
He looked pained on my behalf. “Lube?”
“No—position change?”
He smiled at me. “You just want to see my tattoo,” he said, but he let me twist him so that we were lying on our sides. He brushed back a lock of my hair that’d fallen forward. “Better?” he asked me.
“Yeah,” I breathed. I could feel my Master’s slow touch across my back now. He was being gentle, and I knew that I was lucky for it.
“You’re sure?” Nilesh checked in again.
I curled forward, nodding against him, fitting myself to his chest beneath his chin. “Yeah.”
He wrapped one arm around me, and held my hips steady with his other hand. “I don’t want to hurt you, Luna,” he murmured, into my hair.
I shook my head against his chest. What I wanted to say was You can’t, because there was no possible way he could understand even a tenth of what I’d been through in my life.
Or It’s okay, everyone else does, because that was also, often, the truth.
But what came out instead was a long sigh as the creature that owned me made a trail down my back, cupped my ass, and pulled me open.
“It’s going to be all right,” I told Nilesh, because I dearly wanted that to be true.
“No matter what happens. Just keep going,” and then I wrapped my arms around his neck and hung on.
When you’ve made yourself beholden to a spectral presence, you didn’t need lube, and you didn’t always get asked for permission.
But for all that my Master scared me, and he did, and as frustrated as I was that he hadn’t let me get bitten earlier in the night, which I so was—he’d never left me unsatisfied.
He had to make me come to feed, so I knew where things were going.
Nilesh thrust into my pussy again, as my Master took my ass. I whimpered without meaning to, in surprise.
“Luna,” Nilesh whispered, holding himself still deep inside me.
My Master had no such compunction though, and started riding in and out.
I was so full of cock I could barely breathe.
“Fuck, Luna, you’re so,” he started, but he didn’t get the chance to finish as I moaned.
He exhaled roughly and started thrusting again, only this time full of purpose.
I clung to his chest, taken by him, and taken behind, dizzy with sensations.
I couldn’t have formed words if I wanted to, all I could do was let myself be rocked between them, as they each took their fill of me.
I started making low wild sounds, my cheek against Nilesh’s chest, my thigh over his hips, with my Master’s presence pressed close behind.
“Luna,” Nilesh said, this time making it a grunt, as he thrust himself inside me.
“Yes,” my Master purred, just to me. “My Luna. Who always does exactly as she’s told, so that I give her what she wants.”
I nodded into Nilesh, whining, so that my Master would know I had heard him.
“Always,” I whispered out, and then groaned again.
They were working at odds, taking turns almost, which meant that there was always someone pushing in or pulling out and it felt like I was the main piece of some engine, their cocks two pistons literally trying to fuck me up.
I writhed against Nilesh, moaning, not sure how much more sensation I could take.
Nilesh bent his head over mine to whisper hoarsely in my ear. “I can’t believe how good your pussy feels.”
I couldn’t manage to speak, but I was getting close, and I wanted to let him know—so I bit him.
Right where Paco had bitten me, not that long ago, on his chest, over his heart.
He made a growling sound at that and then my Master changed his thrusts so that inside of working opposite they were taking me simultaneously, filling me at the same time.
I started to cry out, I couldn’t help myself, everything felt so obscenely good, every piece of me stretched and owned.
“Oh—God—Luna—please—come,” Nilesh begged me, in time with his thrusts.
“Yes, bloodslave,” my Master whispered in my ear. “Do as you are bidden.”
And then Nilesh caught my mouth with his and kissed me hard, which muffled the sounds of my screaming as my body grabbed both of them with my orgasm’s first wave.
I felt my pussy wrap Nilesh’s thick cock tight at the same time as my ass squeezed my Master’s, and I rocked back and forth between them, helplessly, hopelessly, coming.
“God—fuck,” Nilesh snarled and started pumping, and I knew he was emptying himself inside me, thrust after thrust. I kept moaning, hit by fresh waves, and I heard my Master’s satisfied grunts, as he accepted all our energies as sacrifice.
My Master suddenly departed then, as he so often did, after having left me wrung out. I sagged against Nilesh, and he held me, breathing hard, stroking my hair and back tenderly. “That was so good,” he whispered, with his cock still inside me.
I tried to gather myself up without much luck. “Don’t get used to it.”
“You’re kidding, right?”
I closed my eyes and sank against him, feeling his skin against mine and breathing his scent in deep.
I had been kidding when I’d said it but .
. . there was really no way to make things work.
I was either going to die horribly or join the living dead, and neither of those left room for anything between us.
I raised my head up and gave him a look, trying to describe the gulf between us with my eyes, and then I shifted and he slid out.
“Sorry. It’s been a long night. I’ve got to get back to my car. ”
He leaned up on one arm beside me quickly. “You can stay.”
“I can’t.” I rolled to the side of the bed and started looking for my clothes. He watched me, his confusion clearly written on his face.
“Luna, I meant what I said earlier.”
In the elevator. When I’d as much as told him I could handle this, and more. I got dressed quickly. “I know you did. But that doesn’t change things,” I said, tugging on my boots. “I’m sorry for leading you on.”
“Luna,” he protested.
I picked up my backpack and slung it up. “I’ve got a phone. I’ll call a ride.”
He sat up fully, starting to stand. “There’s no way I’m not at least driving you back to your car.”
“No,” I said firmly. “I’ll see you tomorrow, at work, if you’re on.” He hesitated, and his muscles rippled defiantly. “I mean it,” I threatened. “Stay here.”
His eyes studied me, like I’d caught him doing earlier in the night, this time trying to weigh out my intent. “Fuck,” he cursed, coming up with an answer he didn’t like, as he collapsed back on his bed.
I quickly headed for his door.