Reminisce
You could never erase love or lust with anyone who wanted their imprint to remain. And Chelsea decided this fateful tryst of souls some hundreds of years ago. Caius had lost Elena to heartbreak. He refused the same for her reincarnated spirit now, who peacefully smiled in his embrace.
She deserved this world. Foolishly, predictably, Caius already promised it to several other women even if they no longer wanted things to work.
How could he demonstrate anger for his current lover and her choice, when his already took Chelsea’s away? Of course she was upset. Clarity only took a night without distraction.
And now they had it for the first time in years. Daybreak was approaching, instinctively stinging his sleepy skin. Caius promised that her other partner would see her soon. Damn.
"I love you," he sighed while reluctantly stirring Chelsea for sunrise. "It’s time to get you home now."
Premature blizzards nearly sequestered them in Besenyo after their ill-planned reunion, nearly alone besides Bunica’s shy spirit form, so departure required swiftness. They still needed to recuperate from fucking so goddamn hard.
Blonde hair and pert breasts rested exhaustedly onto Caius’ shoulder when she rejoined the conscious realm, holding him closely. He affectionately kissed her on each cheek then dressed himself in minutes. Chelsea stretched, each beautiful breast like a beacon to his hungry eyes.
"Good morning. How did you rest?" Sweet lips asked. She found herself flat upon their bed again and with an insatiable lover who ravished each one for dear life.
"Chelsea," Caius muttered gruffly, only pausing to warn that, "baby, baby, you’re so fucking pretty and I can’t take—get dressed. Let’s leave."
Chelsea winked and gracefully arched into his mouth, reaching for Heaven.
"I wish I had more willpower but one more moment of seeing you like this...and we’re not goin’ anywhere."
"I think you’re right, my love," she answered huskily, her voice so low and sultry now. "Same goes for you. Take us back to Bucharest first."
Caius took care to tidy the suite and grab any errant belongings before returning to the capital. Golden hair tickled his nose as Chelsea burrowed fussily. “Inara’s on your mind again.”
“Always is, baby,” the Carpathian commander corrected. “And you are no different, I need you both.” He remembered the second of disbelief when Nik brought Chelsea into his life. The waiting game actually worked. Magic was real.
~ 2016, Brooklyn, New York City ~
Caius passed the joint back to his best friend with benefits and held back an emotional deluge, because tonight was a celebration. Vampires cared more about their 25th year than 21st. She asked about Elena again, which annoyed her elder endlessly. What was the point?
"I miss her so much. I can’t explain but I feel as if she’s out there, waiting after all this time. Asking isn’t gonna bring her back t—"
"Dope party, Nik’! Sorry I’m late, hon, thanks for inviting me!" Chelsea greeted them effervescently, and waved at the pair. Her winged eyes darted on Caius more so as Nicole hugged her and beamed. He just stared.
No way in Hades. This isn’t her. But his blood lurched in familiar ways, so clearly once.
"You’re always busy so wow! Sorry for nothing, just kick back and meet some folks. This is my friend—" Nico said.
"Caius," he and Chelsea blurted simultaneously.
"You know me, girl?" Caius asked her.
"Yes," the shorter blonde veela stammered in shy tones. "Well, Nikki’s really p-proud of your work, and I’ve seen you around. I’m Chelsea or Saoirse Greenham."
"Saoirse. Celtic. Gorgeous all around, and thanks. The photography’s a hobby. My pleasure to see you," Caius said as his eyes twinkled excitedly. This was Elena. She may not have known, but his heart told true.
Nicole took her cue on a knowing exit indoors, one devious glimpse before calling Mattieu to smoke. "See y’all later on. Seems like you’re fast friends!"
Chelsea covered her mouth and laughed, turning to say bye before Caius gently caught her hand in his.
"She wants us to talk. She’s not mad," he reassured her mid-flight. Chelsea cleared her throat and he stuttered. They were still linked by the pinky. The veela smirked and stayed with him.
“Do you wanna let go now?” Chelsea teased mercilessly, despite her own curiosity and desire.
“Not really, beauty. So tell me, how did you meet in the city? I wanna know you.”
Hells, I do. Let me taste once more…
His impromptu ‘reunion’ had admittedly started at such an abrupt pace that Caius only hoped. She twirled long blonde looseness over painted nails throughout their rooftop reverie. It did not help his erection whatsoever.
“Nicole had the same major so we just ran into each other and had some funny chats, good projects so many times, I wanted to be friends.
Y’know New England is my home—meeting anybody is hard. Yes, even if you’re a hot hippie,” Chelsea interjected prior to Caius’ exact counter-argument. He rejoined her as Nico presented rums and coke, dissipated into vapor.
“Why would she care about all that, silly? That’s when we clicked.” She sipped gratefully and sighed. How her odd ways and open answers, shrewd green eyes charmed him.
“Why are you so cool with me after thirty seconds, princess?” He braved the waters and released his lover’s warm palm, more comfortable than years before tonight. Caius did not give a fuck. If Elena felt for him, it need be knowledge.
“I could be a nightwing, Chelsea, and here you look so good. Bite that cute shoulder of yours.”
He winked as Chelsea cracked up expeditiously. Good sign, her instinct did not say to flee.
“Guess there was the moment and vibe to be, big guy,” she eventually whispered into his ear and stood on her toes. He dismissed the delicious reflex to trap Saoirse nearer by their flared waist, among other thoughts.
“Get used to it. I trust you. Nikki does, why not?” Her blonde hair favored lavender and rosemary under his nose. Soft as satin.
They spent an hour there before either fully registered. Though he could not resist the ample platform to compliment Chelsea one more time. She positively savored his attention which further drove Caius toward darkness.
“Damn, miss, you really look so good.”
Follow to the next empty room good. Then hop on my face and dick. I would have you mount me.
He opportunistically offered balance as skyline captivated Chelsea. She was wild as a valkyrie.
“You look good. I bet you would let me sit on your shoulders…”
Caius was ten seconds from completely folding and holding her hostage to eat precisely there, no one else but they two when—
“and peep the skyline a little better.” He almost slapped undead forehead to brick for jumping the gun. Yet her pouty whimpers and definite arousal would attest to Chelsea’s identical fantasies.
Caius beckoned her silently. She gripped him as if his body couldn’t throw 100 times her weight.
“Hold on. I won’t drop you, Saoirse. Trust me?” It was gentle, yet an order. Baby girl allowed his hands to hoist her and sat agape.
“Yeah. Seems so easy, mister,” she spoke graciously. “Aren’t I heavy?” Her honey seeped slightly through denim. Jesus. He gripped Chelsea’s thighs softly to assure, not imagining a slight moan either.
“Yes. No, not at all and not just saying so.”
The strength is easy. Restraint is definitely not.
It turned 2:00 soon. Caius carefully placed her back onto rooftop concrete. They kissed for a split second, or eternity. He could not decide. Chelsea promised to reconnect soon and found other friends. He laughed, swore she’d be held to that. The conversations and night turned quite lascivious.
More people went home or openly started to fuck in company. You could stay to watch, or talk while backshots were dominating the background. Only the naughty six remained by 3:00. Selita paused Shameless on an XXX moment and aggravatedly crossed her arms. She was an ambitious, unimaginably pretty Brooklynite from Puerto Rico who gave life all she had.
Apparently they had enough. Besselot was totally blacked out on Mattieu’s lap post-orgasm outside, he snored against her shoulder. Nicole intended for waking them to come indoors but Caius shook his head. "Leave them. It won’t hurt."
Besselot stirred anyway, and Mattieu with her. Lycan eyes surveyed the party hosts sleepily. He phased before either could sneak in a quip. Were they so predictable?
The friends ventured back to the Aquarian princesses who chatted about very lurid topics, one he pondered too: Chelsea’s status. The beauty languidly outstretched her legs. Marigold locks contrast damask emerald sheets.
"Haven’t dated for a year. So you think the majority of humanoids are non-monogamous? Like, straight up swing? That’s why I’m not sure," Chelsea tested. “I wanna do it right.”
What, Chelsea was a swinger? Obviously. You idiot.
Nico shrugged and yawned. "I wouldn’t doubt it. We only stuck to one person because we stopped moving as much. You know how vampires are."
Weed and another source of haze makes the vampire's eyes progressively lower. This was too good to miss.
"YES," Selita asserts, slurring slightly and standing up to leave. "Look at divorce rates, how many couples have threesomes! Everyone wants to bang everyone. Right?"
An incredibly characteristic silence took over the entire room, until Nicole intervened on behalf of Mary Jane. Priya pouted in subtle indignation by her side. Chelsea bit her lip as Caius stood near them. Selita leaned against the wall.
"What's wrong with being open if it's with people you know, have chemistry with?" She pressed longingly. “If I wanted you and someone else.”
“Nothing,” his reincarnated lover concluded with bated breath. “Just have to ethically…and safely.” Caius could have burned her outfit in one fell stare. She blushes.
The room is thickened tension now, anticipatory pauses underneath everyone’s stares. Chelsea tapped her finger to a warming smile, not unlike a predatory cat. Caius began to really eye her. She whistled appreciatively.
"Oh, don't YOU worry, big guy." She mused seductively. "Plenty of attention to go around.”
Chelsea screeched in delight when her feet left the tiled floor. "Nicole, your friend?!"
His Turkic eyes catalogued every expression, the sensation as they held each other. It was tangible. Nicole had been aghast and literally dripping from vicarious horniness. "My friend’s been waitin’ a looong time. I’m…just gonna watch! You should see it, dude."
Chelsea was silent at her newfound/long-lost lover’s ravenous face. Caius growled and hair stood, his fangs nipping her neck and quivering chest mindfully.
"Those teeth," she sighed. "My God, Caius." A strong, surging laugh emerged from his throat. He apologized.
"I'm not laughing at you though it seems so. That face. The one I’ve loved before. I’ll explain later."
Selita pouted for attention, so he placed Chelsea on the bed. Her saucy friend’s legs are wrapped around him in seconds mid-air. She did not shriek though.
"I—” Selita stuttered. “Y-you are, isn’t Chelsea…?”
They briefly shared lips, till Caius grew hungrier and went to her neck.
“I know what you want. You'll get your well-deserved attention. But Chelsea, I’ve waited for lifetimes, baby."
Caius’ kisses spread along Selita’s darker collarbone thoughtfully. The younger Afro-Latina caressed shaved head. Three-inch fangs jutted in full force, and tugged her strapless gown to tease cocoa nipples. They both reared in shock. Selita dripped on his jeans.
"You’re a vamp like Nik and Mattieu. I had no idea!" She exclaimed. Caius shook his head, her breasts still hostage.
"Yes, and yes, you did, dear. Thought I was human? No. You and she are drawn to danger, so to me. Don’t lie."
Chelsea shimmies off orange halter straps just as oral sampling takes a shoulder venture.
"I can give you danger, loves. Don’t stop what you’re doing, good God..." Caius groaned hoarsely. “Oh, fuck.”
The Romanian strigoi was transfixed. Chelsea abandoned all pretense before their eyes. Perky breasts reconvened with cool air, so goosebumps were roaming across sunny skin. Selita shimmied to Chelsea and touched curves. Nicole sauntered back to her lover and kissed her gently.
“You’re in for some wild shit, Pri’.”
Caius knelt slightly so bearded face could bury into her cleavage. She embraced his neck and kissed skin when lifted again. He cursed aloud. Temperatures rose by the minute. Chelsea’s lover ripped the remaining clothes from her impatient body.
"How'd I get so lucky?" Caius asked incredulously, wildly. His teeth could no longer retract under such lustful conditions. Sharp and unyielding. "Fuck, I’m gonna pound you two so good, please you just right."
He clapped both Aquarians intently on the ass and sat on the soft bed’s edge. Selita seductively licked his ear while Chelsea devoured tongue. Soon it progressed to exploratory fingers between inner thighs, hearing moans, feeling their readiness like white honey. The tension was wild and unspoken. Saoirse looked intimidatingly sexy.
“Moan for me more, Chelsea, Selita!"
Caius melted as the two slutty darlings did him one better and arranged themselves upon the messy queen-sized mattress. He obviously came to Chelsea before the official beginning. They initiated a hot kiss, she blushed and looked elsewhere. His roughened fingers caught her chin. Her shy gaze came back to inquisitive red eyes.
“What is it? Am I pressuring you? I can stop. I waited over a 100 years. Another night won’t kill me, babe."
Caius started to regret his overeager attitude, carnal communion with her altogether. What had he done? Then Chelsea wove arms across his back and replied, "No. I just want you so bad, and I feel like I always have, and I don’t know why. I wanna be fucked hard.”
Unending, unhinged, unprotected, though she did not know this was as audible as Nico’s gasping.
Her confession was the last fucking straw. No one could hear that and resist the urge. Selita whispered 'Aww', squealing as Caius fleetingly fumbled on entry then filled Chelsea. Foreheads touched and he managed a deeper angle.
Hardness made space over and deliciously over. Caius shouted in disbelief, withdrew to indulge these young women interchangeably. They clung to sheets and sweaty shoulders, or each other erotically.
"You don’t want us to come, daddy. You need it, don’t you?" Selita thought aloud. Caius traced her jawline with long tongue. She nearly fainted, each kohl-rimmed eye fluttering for the sensation. Mastare choked her kinkily.
"You’ll start to tell. When we need, we emit a scent. Everyone can smell it. Not everyone responds...when you girls need, instinct and chemistry, that we sync. MmMMM."
"You needing now, Caius babe? Hmm?" Chelsea inquired cutely. Consequent countenance and his effortless pull on Selita’s leg would make her a far less talkative lady.
"Silly slut with her bratty questions. Am I needing now, she asks me. What d'you think, bad girls, huh?” Caius roared while balls-deep in Chelsea’s best friend. He was far too gone in pleasure’s throes for decorum. And Chelsea took to the role play here like no time passed.
"Silly slut?! You’re fucking us, old man. How dare you!” She slapped his cheek enough to sting but Caius suckled, bit her thumb as a warning. Selita was orgasming below.
"I am," Caius agreed. "And I asked, what do you THINK?" The accentuated word has two hearty strokes till her deliciously tight climax to match. She spasmed and whined her head off. Caius kissed Chelsea's spine as she's sandwiched sexually by an arm around lithe neck.
"You're needing a-a lot!" Selita answered headily in time, and craving touch again. Caius caught his breath soon.
"Chelsea, lemme get to her. She wants our touch."
Chelsea happily joined in the oral tag-team. “She’s so soft! You’re all soft and wet, sis,” the insatiable valkyrie moaned. Selita's giggles goaded both, her thick arms resting around their lovers.
“Good, mami? I felt you liked that,” Caius teased sensually. A nipple brush here, ear nibble there and sultry kisses to top it off. “Okay.”
Now no more games. The Aquarian beauty moaned ever louder, much more tactile as he went about it. She squealed when Caius pulled her to cuddle and suck. Meanwhile Priya was acting coy to fool absolutely no one. Her thighs were thoughtfully extended, as Nicole swallowed every rivulet over them. Then two voices mingled as one glorious, climactic call.
~ Thirty Minutes Later ~
Chelsea's pretty pussy slid and squirt on one diabolical tongue, the ever-energetic Selita throating his dick. There they were on Nicole’s spacious bed like Reality Kings.
"Try to stay still. Please, babies, come," he begged grittily between dining. Large hands buried stressfully in both their disheveled hair. Long freckled legs tighten further when Chelsea shows the rules can change. "Come, come, come for me."
His lover held shaved head hostage, and Caius gripped her derriere in turn. “Hristos, Chelsea, you’re as wet as she is.” Selita took a salaciously deep breath once Caius' cock could be freed, quite drenched from top to bottom after their escapade. Chelsea grinned and raised a brow. She had some inkling of the next chapter.
"CAIUS, what about-ohhhh!!!" Her breath hitched, said vampire clutched Selita's hair. She needed no persuasion to stare while fucking Caius though. A while transpired till the poor vixen could think otherwise. Down and hard on harder dick, his hold forced a stunning Selita. It took no time for unrestrained sex smacks to fill the space.
Nicole had fallen asleep with Priya regardless. They did not take it personally. 4:00 AM and fucking strong. He could roll Morpheus’ reality dice and not luck out this much. Round one would have been enough for him. They just began their third.
"Baby, I told you I know what you want. OOOF, this dick in your everywhere. I got you. GodDAMN."
"Cai-us, mmmmm, yeah!!" Selita moaned shrilly, all wide almond eyes and supple skin as she rode dick steadily, strongly, no pausing. They hugged passionately. Her hips were like the stormy ocean. “Make it clap…”
"FUCK, Selita, baby—ugggh!" Caius screamed. "Deeper. Take me deeper, ‘lita. All yours. Mmm, and Chelsea, take my tongue..."
Pussy juice covered length, prior seed. He eased Selita from his arms and hooked one under Chelsea. She pleads in pre-climax, she was fed by constant snarls and harsh but loving smacks on her pussy, each ass cheek and thigh.
“Caius! AH, left, mmhmm, OOH, hehe wow..."
“busy doin’ just that, baby. Exactly. Let it go in my mouth. Honey flowing, you close?" He teased Chelsea. Her cheeks were spanked feverishly.
"You know, you know, OH Caius pleeease," she whines. And Caius dutifully knew to stay the course, just like Selita taking that thickness deeply on top. "Selita, you’re turning me on too."
"Such a sight for sore eyes, ain’t she? Both of you," the older vampire whispered and watched future covenesses one by one as he ate Chelsea’s pussy.
Lover blushed brightly as she beholds Selita. The buxom Black babe cannot stop bouncing on hardness, even if ordered to. Why would they? The younger woman is somewhere far away in chaotic ecstasy.
"Caiusss!”
“Yes? YES?!” He begged to feel her, witness her undoing for the seemingly tenth time. All thoughts told to follow but Chelsea deserved some too.
“CAIUS, you make me COME!" Selita cried like a schoolgirl. And he did make her, torrential rivers down his legs and sore sack. “OH my God, you made me come. Ohmmm.”
A journey well-worth it in his opinion. Her hair frizzed adorably. She squelched quietly but refused to move. Chelsea flooded Caius' face with her free-flowing orgasm, riding his beard. Only thirsty grunts answer her for a while. He used tongue to lazily clean facial hair. Hands appreciated Selita then Elena.
“That was worth any lack of air or sleep,” Caius boasted. “I see you agree, ladies.”
Selita whispers naughty bilingual things, his eyes flutter. Hearing that he fucked good in Spanish was not new. Post-threesome, it resonated differently. Her face met his chest smugly.
"Mister vampire, that was unfair," Chelsea complained to him. She descended his shoulder. Here is the sex sprite, Elena. Never enough. Selita crawled out of his lap and tiredly mentions that it’s time for bed. A loud, messy spank.
"Ooh! Thanks for the ride, daddy," she assured flirtatiously and shuffled off to the bathroom, where Besselot was now doggystyle with Mattieu. “Pensando en hacerlo otra vez ahorita?” Deep brown skin jiggles in motion but Selita did not wait for his words.
He does not know why nervousness arrests him as glance darts from departing, nude goddess to his throbbing dick. Was it shame or uncertainty, or something deeper? Chelsea saves him the silence.
“Whenever we like to, hopefully,” she declares boldly. Caius loved a woman who ran things. Chelsea was the only in his sights now.
"You want to fuck again," he dared to voice. And what was her reply but "you, yes, always. Now"?
~ Twenty Minutes Later (4:30 A.M.) ~
He finally got her into missionary, Saoirse. Feline green eyes conceded in the best way while Caius dug her out so deeply she cried for him. Possibly perfect. He grabbed a pale thigh and pushed firmly onto her chest. Deeper still. Deepest.
"Caius, so ATTENTIVE." Chelsea breathed, clearly thrilled with her nail's imprints on his tattooed back. He was. She loved recounting her favorite parts of sex. Caius grunted prolongedly, the challenge too real.
"How old are you, Caius? Really. I can never resist hot men with some years. 60? 100?"
Caius clambered onto his knees, a taut hold around her hips per frenzied stroke. He increased the pace slowly, and gave Chelsea room to adjust. Melodious moans, her nails pierced skin.
"Old enough to remember the Soviet Union starting. 170.” Stroke. “I could be your second great-grandfather! Oh, God. Don’t know how I feel about that," he raved tenderly. Stroke, biting. "You have no idea how long I wanted you."
Noses touch for a minute as Chelsea drags her lustrous nails over his chest and kisses him.
"So I was here before?" She tested softly and bleated rather loudly as Caius adjusted his thrust. He nodded adamantly, said nothing as her thoughts spilled forth.
"And you found me now. I dream of us. That’s why I knew your name. I wasn’t being truthful, I just...knew it had to be you," Chelsea revealed as Caius wiped her eyes and tasted tears.
"I knew it was you too. My angel," he moaned, still quite deeply lodged. “Elena.”
Chelsea arched and held onto his war-marred arms. "So many scars, Caius. What happened?"
"Al-Battuta Wars, Bolshevik Revolution, Romanian one. And I’m technically still alive," he reminisced pridefully. Chelsea is afraid of nothing, not even the undead.
"I have missed you. You've been running things a while...getting experienced, hmmm?" She seduced easily. It was clockwork with her. Chelsea and Caius, lost to one another's desire, slaves to lust.
"Gurita, give it to me!" Restless hands tangled golden hair and Caius kissed his lover to breathlessness.
"Gurita?" Chelsea eventually whispered. Her spirit felt blissfully overstimulated by him, in such turmoil.
"Sweet mouth, baby. Romanian. Taste so good."
His fangs pierced her shoulder and Caius shushed her softly with a lick on the pearling red dots.
"I know enough not to turn you if it isn't wanted. Let go for me. I'll be good."
Chelsea clutches his shoulders cautiously as her legs were placed around Caius.
"Protect you...respect your pussy. I won’t make you like me. You choose."
She crooked her finger at him after a beat.
"Bite me, please," Chelsea cooed excitedly, then she wailed. Caius wasted no time to break skin lightly on her breast.
"You wanted to drink there?" she ensured. one look and no further questions. Chelsea is dazed about his sucking. "Fuuuck."
"Sweet as your lips. May be sweeter. Oh, fuck baby!" Her pussy takes Caius obligingly, hungrily.
"Oh, BABY. Chelsea. Saoirse! Perfect," he obsessed through huge incisors in her neck.
She threw her arms helplessly down to either side, giggling.
"Keep this ass spread for me, sweetheart?" came Caius' gravelly request. Chelsea obeyed, so beautiful in her lusty freedom.
"Caius, I've never felt this hot for anyone!"
I love you.
“Sweet slut, deep in your cunt. YES, baby, give me that," he obsessed. "Let me pound you, Chelsea!”
I love her too.
"Yesss, oh my—yes," she agreed as they both observed their act unashamedly, harder and faster thrusts. "YES, the way you take, ooh, so GOOD."
Her enthusiasm stoked a fire that led to Chelsea's ass up high, and face in her friend’s pillow.
"Ah," she squeaked when Caius parted her knees and moved flush to cheeks. She rolled her back sensuously. He shuddered from arousal alone.
"We’re gonna come together. Stay there, mea curva." Caius pulled her mussed hair after gathering gold. She pivoted and the dance continued. A soft tug and villainous eyes made contact as he wished.
"Getting there, big guyyy, thanks to you-OOH!" She winked her eye and asshole, a killer move.
"Me too! Saoirse! Baby! Come on—"
Sweat clings, she elicits higher-pitched yelps, her beautiful body undulating in time. Chelsea practically leapt from his dick. Yet cream was coating him, a powerful and cathartic peak. She albeit collapsed into prone bone.
"Not inside this time Caius! THERE-"
"Uhhh, damn, you feel like Heaven, fuck! Fuck!" He hastily painted Chelsea's derriere, copious white. “Oh my fuckin’…ah. Hah, Chelsea.”
She sprawled as Caius stepped off of the bed and stood, forgetting speech entirely. Chelsea sucked off all six-and-half inches at will. He lost his mind and clutched her neck, almost gagging. The vampire buckled partially and remembered.
"CHELSEA, I tap out! I give up! You win, baby."
Nicole awoke in time for illicit whispers about cleaning off, one more quickie and time to go home.
"You're impossible, Caius. I like you." She watched happily as he and Chelsea held hands before vaporizing.
“You may more than that.”
“Shut up.”
Nikki yawned and took a furtive look at the bed. Priya was speaking in her sleep.
“Priya.” Nikki nudged her and kissed her neck. “Come here, no more couch.”
“I wanna lay—“
“Priya, let’s go to bed. Not this one. You’d have to be high…all sorts of filth…”
“Ummm, don’t judge meee.”
Nikki slowly scoffed and said, “I thought I was bad. Ready?” They vanished to hers, bickering.
——
Caius grinned and pulled Chelsea before him, one arm around her waist. She bounced slightly in step but slowed down. Green eyes were starry, stooping.
The bathroom door was ajar. Fluorescent white streamed into Nikki’s dim hallway like a lighthouse beam. Selita had her lavender dress once more, plush and purple. Draga.
“Let’s get a little wash, hel-LO, look who’s still in here.” Her almond brown eyes scanned the pair with cheeky approval.
“Selita, you’re glowing. Mmm-mmmm.”
“I needed a long shower. Someone owes me some new braids. Heehee!”
Chelsea giggled sleepily and waved at her. Caius shook his head. He shooed his neela into the tub, and she was loftily reaching for the shower handle when sugar-scrubbed lips kissed his. Caius almost stumbled.
Fangs tugged her lower lip. Selita tittered.
“I do owe you a salon appointment. Since you’re here…I’ll scrub down, then head back to mine?”
Selita’s eyes widened. Caius laughed evilly. “Right words, girlie?”
He glanced at Chelsea, who was soaked in fragrant and soapy water. Dick hardened.
“10 minutes. All we need. Okay?”
Selita nodded agreeably, trying not to dampen her underwear by watching.
“I-I’ll be ready!”
Caius touched his partner everywhere, spreading thighs that had been ravaged, washing skin he covered in seed.
“Poftim. Poftim…”
———
No daylight swathed this Lower East Side suite; he preferred the matte black interior and Carpathian decor. Besenyo wasn’t his usual haunt anymore (many memories). But plenty had migrated from Brasov to the city.
Contrary to popular belief, strigoia tire. And he was every bit aware of 164 years hanging like dumbbells. His calves would have screeched as loud as his dragas. His thighs would protest if moved. His BACK…
Luckily, regeneration would only take two more hours. They fucked for three. And nearly hard as he ever had. It astonished.
“Alexa, play ‘The Tea Party, Angels’,” he murmured loudly for the device’s detection. “Volume down. Oh-“
Chelsea’s green eyes cutely, tiredly found him from his shoulder. She whispered hello and looked worriedly at Selita.
“Good morning/afternoon, baby girl. Hey. Welcome to my lair,” he greeted lustily. Chelsea hummed.
“She’s still knocked out, but I had a feeling you were near awake. How are you, Chels’? Can I…call you that?”
Chelsea laughed heartily and pushed him. “You called me everything except my nickname.” They both cracked up, trying so much to leave Selita asleep.
“Fuck. How do you feel?” He asked, searching her countenance. She did not avoid or flinch.
“My heart’s still pounding. I feel like—my legs are jelly, haha! Full and, and empty,” she weighed thoughtfully. “Slept so good, I-the universe flipped. Gravity’s gone.”
Same here. So. She’s falling.
Chelsea’s stomach rumbled unforgivingly and she hid in his bicep. Caius laughed again, kissing her head.
“Your appetite’s not!” He pulled her closely, comforting her. “You flipped my world too. Completely...Oh, my God.”
He gulped and laid back. “What do you want to eat?” Were his musing words.
Chelsea’s jaw might have dropped if she were upright.
“Croissants, bacon. I can cook...”
Selita stirred but did not wake yet. She snuggled into Caius, and he kissed her too.
“Mwah. Chelsea, yes, I can fuck and feed you. Not a total cave-dweller.”
“Wait,” Chelsea said scandalously. “Nikk—“
“She’s at Priya’s. I stripped the sheets, washed and trashed the rest while you were asleep. We’re good,” he replied knowingly.
“Should burn those,” Selita muttered lewdly, half-asleep.
Caius geeked and rubbed her side. “Burn them?” He cannot stop chuckling. “Perhaps. To the kitchen?” He turned to his reincarnated lover.
Chelsea gently rises from her perch and enjoyed his large bed. Caius settled Selita under the sheets.
“Keep resting. Here, Saoirse.” He carried her easily and delighted in her airy giggle.
“Oooh-HOOO!”
“Jelly legs,” he assured with a kiss and shuffle. “Tell me your favorite food and I’ll see what we got. Watch Kitchen Nightmares.”
“Gordon Ramsay. ‘Oh my God!’”
Laughter rang through the once-lonely lair.
Glossary
Besenyo = a fictional, generational mansion of the Baluta clan and headquarters for Brasov’s Brotherhood of Arms
Brașov = capital of Brașov County, Transylvania
Draga = darling
Gurita = sweet lips/mouth
Mastare = Anglicized ‘maestru’ (Romanian)
Mea curva = my slut
Neela = vampiric term for beloved, borrowed from The Black Dagger Brotherhood
Pensando en hacerlo otra vez ahorita = thinking about doing it again now (Spanish)
Veela = samoveela, a Slavic folkloric word for siren
She deserved this world. Foolishly, predictably, Caius already promised it to several other women even if they no longer wanted things to work.
How could he demonstrate anger for his current lover and her choice, when his already took Chelsea’s away? Of course she was upset. Clarity only took a night without distraction.
And now they had it for the first time in years. Daybreak was approaching, instinctively stinging his sleepy skin. Caius promised that her other partner would see her soon. Damn.
"I love you," he sighed while reluctantly stirring Chelsea for sunrise. "It’s time to get you home now."
Premature blizzards nearly sequestered them in Besenyo after their ill-planned reunion, nearly alone besides Bunica’s shy spirit form, so departure required swiftness. They still needed to recuperate from fucking so goddamn hard.
Blonde hair and pert breasts rested exhaustedly onto Caius’ shoulder when she rejoined the conscious realm, holding him closely. He affectionately kissed her on each cheek then dressed himself in minutes. Chelsea stretched, each beautiful breast like a beacon to his hungry eyes.
"Good morning. How did you rest?" Sweet lips asked. She found herself flat upon their bed again and with an insatiable lover who ravished each one for dear life.
"Chelsea," Caius muttered gruffly, only pausing to warn that, "baby, baby, you’re so fucking pretty and I can’t take—get dressed. Let’s leave."
Chelsea winked and gracefully arched into his mouth, reaching for Heaven.
"I wish I had more willpower but one more moment of seeing you like this...and we’re not goin’ anywhere."
"I think you’re right, my love," she answered huskily, her voice so low and sultry now. "Same goes for you. Take us back to Bucharest first."
Caius took care to tidy the suite and grab any errant belongings before returning to the capital. Golden hair tickled his nose as Chelsea burrowed fussily. “Inara’s on your mind again.”
“Always is, baby,” the Carpathian commander corrected. “And you are no different, I need you both.” He remembered the second of disbelief when Nik brought Chelsea into his life. The waiting game actually worked. Magic was real.
~ 2016, Brooklyn, New York City ~
Caius passed the joint back to his best friend with benefits and held back an emotional deluge, because tonight was a celebration. Vampires cared more about their 25th year than 21st. She asked about Elena again, which annoyed her elder endlessly. What was the point?
"I miss her so much. I can’t explain but I feel as if she’s out there, waiting after all this time. Asking isn’t gonna bring her back t—"
"Dope party, Nik’! Sorry I’m late, hon, thanks for inviting me!" Chelsea greeted them effervescently, and waved at the pair. Her winged eyes darted on Caius more so as Nicole hugged her and beamed. He just stared.
No way in Hades. This isn’t her. But his blood lurched in familiar ways, so clearly once.
"You’re always busy so wow! Sorry for nothing, just kick back and meet some folks. This is my friend—" Nico said.
"Caius," he and Chelsea blurted simultaneously.
"You know me, girl?" Caius asked her.
"Yes," the shorter blonde veela stammered in shy tones. "Well, Nikki’s really p-proud of your work, and I’ve seen you around. I’m Chelsea or Saoirse Greenham."
"Saoirse. Celtic. Gorgeous all around, and thanks. The photography’s a hobby. My pleasure to see you," Caius said as his eyes twinkled excitedly. This was Elena. She may not have known, but his heart told true.
Nicole took her cue on a knowing exit indoors, one devious glimpse before calling Mattieu to smoke. "See y’all later on. Seems like you’re fast friends!"
Chelsea covered her mouth and laughed, turning to say bye before Caius gently caught her hand in his.
"She wants us to talk. She’s not mad," he reassured her mid-flight. Chelsea cleared her throat and he stuttered. They were still linked by the pinky. The veela smirked and stayed with him.
“Do you wanna let go now?” Chelsea teased mercilessly, despite her own curiosity and desire.
“Not really, beauty. So tell me, how did you meet in the city? I wanna know you.”
Hells, I do. Let me taste once more…
His impromptu ‘reunion’ had admittedly started at such an abrupt pace that Caius only hoped. She twirled long blonde looseness over painted nails throughout their rooftop reverie. It did not help his erection whatsoever.
“Nicole had the same major so we just ran into each other and had some funny chats, good projects so many times, I wanted to be friends.
Y’know New England is my home—meeting anybody is hard. Yes, even if you’re a hot hippie,” Chelsea interjected prior to Caius’ exact counter-argument. He rejoined her as Nico presented rums and coke, dissipated into vapor.
“Why would she care about all that, silly? That’s when we clicked.” She sipped gratefully and sighed. How her odd ways and open answers, shrewd green eyes charmed him.
“Why are you so cool with me after thirty seconds, princess?” He braved the waters and released his lover’s warm palm, more comfortable than years before tonight. Caius did not give a fuck. If Elena felt for him, it need be knowledge.
“I could be a nightwing, Chelsea, and here you look so good. Bite that cute shoulder of yours.”
He winked as Chelsea cracked up expeditiously. Good sign, her instinct did not say to flee.
“Guess there was the moment and vibe to be, big guy,” she eventually whispered into his ear and stood on her toes. He dismissed the delicious reflex to trap Saoirse nearer by their flared waist, among other thoughts.
“Get used to it. I trust you. Nikki does, why not?” Her blonde hair favored lavender and rosemary under his nose. Soft as satin.
They spent an hour there before either fully registered. Though he could not resist the ample platform to compliment Chelsea one more time. She positively savored his attention which further drove Caius toward darkness.
“Damn, miss, you really look so good.”
Follow to the next empty room good. Then hop on my face and dick. I would have you mount me.
He opportunistically offered balance as skyline captivated Chelsea. She was wild as a valkyrie.
“You look good. I bet you would let me sit on your shoulders…”
Caius was ten seconds from completely folding and holding her hostage to eat precisely there, no one else but they two when—
“and peep the skyline a little better.” He almost slapped undead forehead to brick for jumping the gun. Yet her pouty whimpers and definite arousal would attest to Chelsea’s identical fantasies.
Caius beckoned her silently. She gripped him as if his body couldn’t throw 100 times her weight.
“Hold on. I won’t drop you, Saoirse. Trust me?” It was gentle, yet an order. Baby girl allowed his hands to hoist her and sat agape.
“Yeah. Seems so easy, mister,” she spoke graciously. “Aren’t I heavy?” Her honey seeped slightly through denim. Jesus. He gripped Chelsea’s thighs softly to assure, not imagining a slight moan either.
“Yes. No, not at all and not just saying so.”
The strength is easy. Restraint is definitely not.
It turned 2:00 soon. Caius carefully placed her back onto rooftop concrete. They kissed for a split second, or eternity. He could not decide. Chelsea promised to reconnect soon and found other friends. He laughed, swore she’d be held to that. The conversations and night turned quite lascivious.
More people went home or openly started to fuck in company. You could stay to watch, or talk while backshots were dominating the background. Only the naughty six remained by 3:00. Selita paused Shameless on an XXX moment and aggravatedly crossed her arms. She was an ambitious, unimaginably pretty Brooklynite from Puerto Rico who gave life all she had.
Apparently they had enough. Besselot was totally blacked out on Mattieu’s lap post-orgasm outside, he snored against her shoulder. Nicole intended for waking them to come indoors but Caius shook his head. "Leave them. It won’t hurt."
Besselot stirred anyway, and Mattieu with her. Lycan eyes surveyed the party hosts sleepily. He phased before either could sneak in a quip. Were they so predictable?
The friends ventured back to the Aquarian princesses who chatted about very lurid topics, one he pondered too: Chelsea’s status. The beauty languidly outstretched her legs. Marigold locks contrast damask emerald sheets.
"Haven’t dated for a year. So you think the majority of humanoids are non-monogamous? Like, straight up swing? That’s why I’m not sure," Chelsea tested. “I wanna do it right.”
What, Chelsea was a swinger? Obviously. You idiot.
Nico shrugged and yawned. "I wouldn’t doubt it. We only stuck to one person because we stopped moving as much. You know how vampires are."
Weed and another source of haze makes the vampire's eyes progressively lower. This was too good to miss.
"YES," Selita asserts, slurring slightly and standing up to leave. "Look at divorce rates, how many couples have threesomes! Everyone wants to bang everyone. Right?"
An incredibly characteristic silence took over the entire room, until Nicole intervened on behalf of Mary Jane. Priya pouted in subtle indignation by her side. Chelsea bit her lip as Caius stood near them. Selita leaned against the wall.
"What's wrong with being open if it's with people you know, have chemistry with?" She pressed longingly. “If I wanted you and someone else.”
“Nothing,” his reincarnated lover concluded with bated breath. “Just have to ethically…and safely.” Caius could have burned her outfit in one fell stare. She blushes.
The room is thickened tension now, anticipatory pauses underneath everyone’s stares. Chelsea tapped her finger to a warming smile, not unlike a predatory cat. Caius began to really eye her. She whistled appreciatively.
"Oh, don't YOU worry, big guy." She mused seductively. "Plenty of attention to go around.”
Chelsea screeched in delight when her feet left the tiled floor. "Nicole, your friend?!"
His Turkic eyes catalogued every expression, the sensation as they held each other. It was tangible. Nicole had been aghast and literally dripping from vicarious horniness. "My friend’s been waitin’ a looong time. I’m…just gonna watch! You should see it, dude."
Chelsea was silent at her newfound/long-lost lover’s ravenous face. Caius growled and hair stood, his fangs nipping her neck and quivering chest mindfully.
"Those teeth," she sighed. "My God, Caius." A strong, surging laugh emerged from his throat. He apologized.
"I'm not laughing at you though it seems so. That face. The one I’ve loved before. I’ll explain later."
Selita pouted for attention, so he placed Chelsea on the bed. Her saucy friend’s legs are wrapped around him in seconds mid-air. She did not shriek though.
"I—” Selita stuttered. “Y-you are, isn’t Chelsea…?”
They briefly shared lips, till Caius grew hungrier and went to her neck.
“I know what you want. You'll get your well-deserved attention. But Chelsea, I’ve waited for lifetimes, baby."
Caius’ kisses spread along Selita’s darker collarbone thoughtfully. The younger Afro-Latina caressed shaved head. Three-inch fangs jutted in full force, and tugged her strapless gown to tease cocoa nipples. They both reared in shock. Selita dripped on his jeans.
"You’re a vamp like Nik and Mattieu. I had no idea!" She exclaimed. Caius shook his head, her breasts still hostage.
"Yes, and yes, you did, dear. Thought I was human? No. You and she are drawn to danger, so to me. Don’t lie."
Chelsea shimmies off orange halter straps just as oral sampling takes a shoulder venture.
"I can give you danger, loves. Don’t stop what you’re doing, good God..." Caius groaned hoarsely. “Oh, fuck.”
The Romanian strigoi was transfixed. Chelsea abandoned all pretense before their eyes. Perky breasts reconvened with cool air, so goosebumps were roaming across sunny skin. Selita shimmied to Chelsea and touched curves. Nicole sauntered back to her lover and kissed her gently.
“You’re in for some wild shit, Pri’.”
Caius knelt slightly so bearded face could bury into her cleavage. She embraced his neck and kissed skin when lifted again. He cursed aloud. Temperatures rose by the minute. Chelsea’s lover ripped the remaining clothes from her impatient body.
"How'd I get so lucky?" Caius asked incredulously, wildly. His teeth could no longer retract under such lustful conditions. Sharp and unyielding. "Fuck, I’m gonna pound you two so good, please you just right."
He clapped both Aquarians intently on the ass and sat on the soft bed’s edge. Selita seductively licked his ear while Chelsea devoured tongue. Soon it progressed to exploratory fingers between inner thighs, hearing moans, feeling their readiness like white honey. The tension was wild and unspoken. Saoirse looked intimidatingly sexy.
“Moan for me more, Chelsea, Selita!"
Caius melted as the two slutty darlings did him one better and arranged themselves upon the messy queen-sized mattress. He obviously came to Chelsea before the official beginning. They initiated a hot kiss, she blushed and looked elsewhere. His roughened fingers caught her chin. Her shy gaze came back to inquisitive red eyes.
“What is it? Am I pressuring you? I can stop. I waited over a 100 years. Another night won’t kill me, babe."
Caius started to regret his overeager attitude, carnal communion with her altogether. What had he done? Then Chelsea wove arms across his back and replied, "No. I just want you so bad, and I feel like I always have, and I don’t know why. I wanna be fucked hard.”
Unending, unhinged, unprotected, though she did not know this was as audible as Nico’s gasping.
Her confession was the last fucking straw. No one could hear that and resist the urge. Selita whispered 'Aww', squealing as Caius fleetingly fumbled on entry then filled Chelsea. Foreheads touched and he managed a deeper angle.
Hardness made space over and deliciously over. Caius shouted in disbelief, withdrew to indulge these young women interchangeably. They clung to sheets and sweaty shoulders, or each other erotically.
"You don’t want us to come, daddy. You need it, don’t you?" Selita thought aloud. Caius traced her jawline with long tongue. She nearly fainted, each kohl-rimmed eye fluttering for the sensation. Mastare choked her kinkily.
"You’ll start to tell. When we need, we emit a scent. Everyone can smell it. Not everyone responds...when you girls need, instinct and chemistry, that we sync. MmMMM."
"You needing now, Caius babe? Hmm?" Chelsea inquired cutely. Consequent countenance and his effortless pull on Selita’s leg would make her a far less talkative lady.
"Silly slut with her bratty questions. Am I needing now, she asks me. What d'you think, bad girls, huh?” Caius roared while balls-deep in Chelsea’s best friend. He was far too gone in pleasure’s throes for decorum. And Chelsea took to the role play here like no time passed.
"Silly slut?! You’re fucking us, old man. How dare you!” She slapped his cheek enough to sting but Caius suckled, bit her thumb as a warning. Selita was orgasming below.
"I am," Caius agreed. "And I asked, what do you THINK?" The accentuated word has two hearty strokes till her deliciously tight climax to match. She spasmed and whined her head off. Caius kissed Chelsea's spine as she's sandwiched sexually by an arm around lithe neck.
"You're needing a-a lot!" Selita answered headily in time, and craving touch again. Caius caught his breath soon.
"Chelsea, lemme get to her. She wants our touch."
Chelsea happily joined in the oral tag-team. “She’s so soft! You’re all soft and wet, sis,” the insatiable valkyrie moaned. Selita's giggles goaded both, her thick arms resting around their lovers.
“Good, mami? I felt you liked that,” Caius teased sensually. A nipple brush here, ear nibble there and sultry kisses to top it off. “Okay.”
Now no more games. The Aquarian beauty moaned ever louder, much more tactile as he went about it. She squealed when Caius pulled her to cuddle and suck. Meanwhile Priya was acting coy to fool absolutely no one. Her thighs were thoughtfully extended, as Nicole swallowed every rivulet over them. Then two voices mingled as one glorious, climactic call.
~ Thirty Minutes Later ~
Chelsea's pretty pussy slid and squirt on one diabolical tongue, the ever-energetic Selita throating his dick. There they were on Nicole’s spacious bed like Reality Kings.
"Try to stay still. Please, babies, come," he begged grittily between dining. Large hands buried stressfully in both their disheveled hair. Long freckled legs tighten further when Chelsea shows the rules can change. "Come, come, come for me."
His lover held shaved head hostage, and Caius gripped her derriere in turn. “Hristos, Chelsea, you’re as wet as she is.” Selita took a salaciously deep breath once Caius' cock could be freed, quite drenched from top to bottom after their escapade. Chelsea grinned and raised a brow. She had some inkling of the next chapter.
"CAIUS, what about-ohhhh!!!" Her breath hitched, said vampire clutched Selita's hair. She needed no persuasion to stare while fucking Caius though. A while transpired till the poor vixen could think otherwise. Down and hard on harder dick, his hold forced a stunning Selita. It took no time for unrestrained sex smacks to fill the space.
Nicole had fallen asleep with Priya regardless. They did not take it personally. 4:00 AM and fucking strong. He could roll Morpheus’ reality dice and not luck out this much. Round one would have been enough for him. They just began their third.
"Baby, I told you I know what you want. OOOF, this dick in your everywhere. I got you. GodDAMN."
"Cai-us, mmmmm, yeah!!" Selita moaned shrilly, all wide almond eyes and supple skin as she rode dick steadily, strongly, no pausing. They hugged passionately. Her hips were like the stormy ocean. “Make it clap…”
"FUCK, Selita, baby—ugggh!" Caius screamed. "Deeper. Take me deeper, ‘lita. All yours. Mmm, and Chelsea, take my tongue..."
Pussy juice covered length, prior seed. He eased Selita from his arms and hooked one under Chelsea. She pleads in pre-climax, she was fed by constant snarls and harsh but loving smacks on her pussy, each ass cheek and thigh.
“Caius! AH, left, mmhmm, OOH, hehe wow..."
“busy doin’ just that, baby. Exactly. Let it go in my mouth. Honey flowing, you close?" He teased Chelsea. Her cheeks were spanked feverishly.
"You know, you know, OH Caius pleeease," she whines. And Caius dutifully knew to stay the course, just like Selita taking that thickness deeply on top. "Selita, you’re turning me on too."
"Such a sight for sore eyes, ain’t she? Both of you," the older vampire whispered and watched future covenesses one by one as he ate Chelsea’s pussy.
Lover blushed brightly as she beholds Selita. The buxom Black babe cannot stop bouncing on hardness, even if ordered to. Why would they? The younger woman is somewhere far away in chaotic ecstasy.
"Caiusss!”
“Yes? YES?!” He begged to feel her, witness her undoing for the seemingly tenth time. All thoughts told to follow but Chelsea deserved some too.
“CAIUS, you make me COME!" Selita cried like a schoolgirl. And he did make her, torrential rivers down his legs and sore sack. “OH my God, you made me come. Ohmmm.”
A journey well-worth it in his opinion. Her hair frizzed adorably. She squelched quietly but refused to move. Chelsea flooded Caius' face with her free-flowing orgasm, riding his beard. Only thirsty grunts answer her for a while. He used tongue to lazily clean facial hair. Hands appreciated Selita then Elena.
“That was worth any lack of air or sleep,” Caius boasted. “I see you agree, ladies.”
Selita whispers naughty bilingual things, his eyes flutter. Hearing that he fucked good in Spanish was not new. Post-threesome, it resonated differently. Her face met his chest smugly.
"Mister vampire, that was unfair," Chelsea complained to him. She descended his shoulder. Here is the sex sprite, Elena. Never enough. Selita crawled out of his lap and tiredly mentions that it’s time for bed. A loud, messy spank.
"Ooh! Thanks for the ride, daddy," she assured flirtatiously and shuffled off to the bathroom, where Besselot was now doggystyle with Mattieu. “Pensando en hacerlo otra vez ahorita?” Deep brown skin jiggles in motion but Selita did not wait for his words.
He does not know why nervousness arrests him as glance darts from departing, nude goddess to his throbbing dick. Was it shame or uncertainty, or something deeper? Chelsea saves him the silence.
“Whenever we like to, hopefully,” she declares boldly. Caius loved a woman who ran things. Chelsea was the only in his sights now.
"You want to fuck again," he dared to voice. And what was her reply but "you, yes, always. Now"?
~ Twenty Minutes Later (4:30 A.M.) ~
He finally got her into missionary, Saoirse. Feline green eyes conceded in the best way while Caius dug her out so deeply she cried for him. Possibly perfect. He grabbed a pale thigh and pushed firmly onto her chest. Deeper still. Deepest.
"Caius, so ATTENTIVE." Chelsea breathed, clearly thrilled with her nail's imprints on his tattooed back. He was. She loved recounting her favorite parts of sex. Caius grunted prolongedly, the challenge too real.
"How old are you, Caius? Really. I can never resist hot men with some years. 60? 100?"
Caius clambered onto his knees, a taut hold around her hips per frenzied stroke. He increased the pace slowly, and gave Chelsea room to adjust. Melodious moans, her nails pierced skin.
"Old enough to remember the Soviet Union starting. 170.” Stroke. “I could be your second great-grandfather! Oh, God. Don’t know how I feel about that," he raved tenderly. Stroke, biting. "You have no idea how long I wanted you."
Noses touch for a minute as Chelsea drags her lustrous nails over his chest and kisses him.
"So I was here before?" She tested softly and bleated rather loudly as Caius adjusted his thrust. He nodded adamantly, said nothing as her thoughts spilled forth.
"And you found me now. I dream of us. That’s why I knew your name. I wasn’t being truthful, I just...knew it had to be you," Chelsea revealed as Caius wiped her eyes and tasted tears.
"I knew it was you too. My angel," he moaned, still quite deeply lodged. “Elena.”
Chelsea arched and held onto his war-marred arms. "So many scars, Caius. What happened?"
"Al-Battuta Wars, Bolshevik Revolution, Romanian one. And I’m technically still alive," he reminisced pridefully. Chelsea is afraid of nothing, not even the undead.
"I have missed you. You've been running things a while...getting experienced, hmmm?" She seduced easily. It was clockwork with her. Chelsea and Caius, lost to one another's desire, slaves to lust.
"Gurita, give it to me!" Restless hands tangled golden hair and Caius kissed his lover to breathlessness.
"Gurita?" Chelsea eventually whispered. Her spirit felt blissfully overstimulated by him, in such turmoil.
"Sweet mouth, baby. Romanian. Taste so good."
His fangs pierced her shoulder and Caius shushed her softly with a lick on the pearling red dots.
"I know enough not to turn you if it isn't wanted. Let go for me. I'll be good."
Chelsea clutches his shoulders cautiously as her legs were placed around Caius.
"Protect you...respect your pussy. I won’t make you like me. You choose."
She crooked her finger at him after a beat.
"Bite me, please," Chelsea cooed excitedly, then she wailed. Caius wasted no time to break skin lightly on her breast.
"You wanted to drink there?" she ensured. one look and no further questions. Chelsea is dazed about his sucking. "Fuuuck."
"Sweet as your lips. May be sweeter. Oh, fuck baby!" Her pussy takes Caius obligingly, hungrily.
"Oh, BABY. Chelsea. Saoirse! Perfect," he obsessed through huge incisors in her neck.
She threw her arms helplessly down to either side, giggling.
"Keep this ass spread for me, sweetheart?" came Caius' gravelly request. Chelsea obeyed, so beautiful in her lusty freedom.
"Caius, I've never felt this hot for anyone!"
I love you.
“Sweet slut, deep in your cunt. YES, baby, give me that," he obsessed. "Let me pound you, Chelsea!”
I love her too.
"Yesss, oh my—yes," she agreed as they both observed their act unashamedly, harder and faster thrusts. "YES, the way you take, ooh, so GOOD."
Her enthusiasm stoked a fire that led to Chelsea's ass up high, and face in her friend’s pillow.
"Ah," she squeaked when Caius parted her knees and moved flush to cheeks. She rolled her back sensuously. He shuddered from arousal alone.
"We’re gonna come together. Stay there, mea curva." Caius pulled her mussed hair after gathering gold. She pivoted and the dance continued. A soft tug and villainous eyes made contact as he wished.
"Getting there, big guyyy, thanks to you-OOH!" She winked her eye and asshole, a killer move.
"Me too! Saoirse! Baby! Come on—"
Sweat clings, she elicits higher-pitched yelps, her beautiful body undulating in time. Chelsea practically leapt from his dick. Yet cream was coating him, a powerful and cathartic peak. She albeit collapsed into prone bone.
"Not inside this time Caius! THERE-"
"Uhhh, damn, you feel like Heaven, fuck! Fuck!" He hastily painted Chelsea's derriere, copious white. “Oh my fuckin’…ah. Hah, Chelsea.”
She sprawled as Caius stepped off of the bed and stood, forgetting speech entirely. Chelsea sucked off all six-and-half inches at will. He lost his mind and clutched her neck, almost gagging. The vampire buckled partially and remembered.
"CHELSEA, I tap out! I give up! You win, baby."
Nicole awoke in time for illicit whispers about cleaning off, one more quickie and time to go home.
"You're impossible, Caius. I like you." She watched happily as he and Chelsea held hands before vaporizing.
“You may more than that.”
“Shut up.”
Nikki yawned and took a furtive look at the bed. Priya was speaking in her sleep.
“Priya.” Nikki nudged her and kissed her neck. “Come here, no more couch.”
“I wanna lay—“
“Priya, let’s go to bed. Not this one. You’d have to be high…all sorts of filth…”
“Ummm, don’t judge meee.”
Nikki slowly scoffed and said, “I thought I was bad. Ready?” They vanished to hers, bickering.
——
Caius grinned and pulled Chelsea before him, one arm around her waist. She bounced slightly in step but slowed down. Green eyes were starry, stooping.
The bathroom door was ajar. Fluorescent white streamed into Nikki’s dim hallway like a lighthouse beam. Selita had her lavender dress once more, plush and purple. Draga.
“Let’s get a little wash, hel-LO, look who’s still in here.” Her almond brown eyes scanned the pair with cheeky approval.
“Selita, you’re glowing. Mmm-mmmm.”
“I needed a long shower. Someone owes me some new braids. Heehee!”
Chelsea giggled sleepily and waved at her. Caius shook his head. He shooed his neela into the tub, and she was loftily reaching for the shower handle when sugar-scrubbed lips kissed his. Caius almost stumbled.
Fangs tugged her lower lip. Selita tittered.
“I do owe you a salon appointment. Since you’re here…I’ll scrub down, then head back to mine?”
Selita’s eyes widened. Caius laughed evilly. “Right words, girlie?”
He glanced at Chelsea, who was soaked in fragrant and soapy water. Dick hardened.
“10 minutes. All we need. Okay?”
Selita nodded agreeably, trying not to dampen her underwear by watching.
“I-I’ll be ready!”
Caius touched his partner everywhere, spreading thighs that had been ravaged, washing skin he covered in seed.
“Poftim. Poftim…”
———
No daylight swathed this Lower East Side suite; he preferred the matte black interior and Carpathian decor. Besenyo wasn’t his usual haunt anymore (many memories). But plenty had migrated from Brasov to the city.
Contrary to popular belief, strigoia tire. And he was every bit aware of 164 years hanging like dumbbells. His calves would have screeched as loud as his dragas. His thighs would protest if moved. His BACK…
Luckily, regeneration would only take two more hours. They fucked for three. And nearly hard as he ever had. It astonished.
“Alexa, play ‘The Tea Party, Angels’,” he murmured loudly for the device’s detection. “Volume down. Oh-“
Chelsea’s green eyes cutely, tiredly found him from his shoulder. She whispered hello and looked worriedly at Selita.
“Good morning/afternoon, baby girl. Hey. Welcome to my lair,” he greeted lustily. Chelsea hummed.
“She’s still knocked out, but I had a feeling you were near awake. How are you, Chels’? Can I…call you that?”
Chelsea laughed heartily and pushed him. “You called me everything except my nickname.” They both cracked up, trying so much to leave Selita asleep.
“Fuck. How do you feel?” He asked, searching her countenance. She did not avoid or flinch.
“My heart’s still pounding. I feel like—my legs are jelly, haha! Full and, and empty,” she weighed thoughtfully. “Slept so good, I-the universe flipped. Gravity’s gone.”
Same here. So. She’s falling.
Chelsea’s stomach rumbled unforgivingly and she hid in his bicep. Caius laughed again, kissing her head.
“Your appetite’s not!” He pulled her closely, comforting her. “You flipped my world too. Completely...Oh, my God.”
He gulped and laid back. “What do you want to eat?” Were his musing words.
Chelsea’s jaw might have dropped if she were upright.
“Croissants, bacon. I can cook...”
Selita stirred but did not wake yet. She snuggled into Caius, and he kissed her too.
“Mwah. Chelsea, yes, I can fuck and feed you. Not a total cave-dweller.”
“Wait,” Chelsea said scandalously. “Nikk—“
“She’s at Priya’s. I stripped the sheets, washed and trashed the rest while you were asleep. We’re good,” he replied knowingly.
“Should burn those,” Selita muttered lewdly, half-asleep.
Caius geeked and rubbed her side. “Burn them?” He cannot stop chuckling. “Perhaps. To the kitchen?” He turned to his reincarnated lover.
Chelsea gently rises from her perch and enjoyed his large bed. Caius settled Selita under the sheets.
“Keep resting. Here, Saoirse.” He carried her easily and delighted in her airy giggle.
“Oooh-HOOO!”
“Jelly legs,” he assured with a kiss and shuffle. “Tell me your favorite food and I’ll see what we got. Watch Kitchen Nightmares.”
“Gordon Ramsay. ‘Oh my God!’”
Laughter rang through the once-lonely lair.
Glossary
Besenyo = a fictional, generational mansion of the Baluta clan and headquarters for Brasov’s Brotherhood of Arms
Brașov = capital of Brașov County, Transylvania
Draga = darling
Gurita = sweet lips/mouth
Mastare = Anglicized ‘maestru’ (Romanian)
Mea curva = my slut
Neela = vampiric term for beloved, borrowed from The Black Dagger Brotherhood
Pensando en hacerlo otra vez ahorita = thinking about doing it again now (Spanish)
Veela = samoveela, a Slavic folkloric word for siren
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