Vampires are known as creatures of the night, much like the animal that is the root of our namesake. We have little choice in this matter. Unlike the animal of our namesake, which has the ability to come out during the day, I now fully understand why they do not. It is not only because they like to feed on the sleeping. Bats use sound to navigate.
Light is sound. Light vibrates on a different end of the spectrum, but that does not make it any less a sound. Sound is the vibrational foundation of our existence. Sound is what created our realm. Sound is what created humans. Sound is what created me.
They say that men fall in love with their eyes and women fall in love with their ears. I think that is also why people usually come together during the night. The light has a strange effect on women. A man that they may not even perceive during the day has the ability to draw their attention once the distracting, kinetic noise of the sun recedes for the evening.
When women have the ability to hear clearly, the body can open up in new and unique ways. I think this is why women seem to fall in love with vampires easier than men do. We are both creatures of the same realm. Men are the yin to their yang, the glaring Sun to their receptive Moon. Women also lower their shields when they feel comfortable, and nothing is more comfortable than something that is familiar.
When a woman becomes aroused, the opening of the aroused becomes wet, just like the eyes when sad and much like the mouth when smelling something amazing when hungry.
When a woman reaches extreme climax, you are able to see the pinkest, innermost "Hello Kitty" reach out, as if her entire being begs for more. When she hits the highest peak of her pleasure, her body simultaneously craves the intensity and yet tries to reject its dominance. Her muscles start to convulse as if trying to turn off the ability to climax entirely.
The legs shake as if they are trying to close on their own and yet forcing open on their own—rejecting the pleasure just as the human consciousness tries to reject the vampire change during transformation. At the very same time, she is accepting the transformation as a point of fact, a profound surrender. It becomes something that is as much a part of her now as the air she breathes. Submission is no longer an option, but a simple choice of how deep that acceptance is willing to last.
The girls have replaced the bed in the group room upstairs with a trampoline. This is no longer a simple room; it is a dedicated altar of pleasure. The trampoline's surface is now complete with thick, sensuously smooth log pillows arranged in an inviting triangle. The perimeter is anchored by robust leather restraints, bolted securely to every corner leg and threaded provocatively through the springs, promising delicious captivity.
Sonya is dressed in a hooded latex catsuit, stark black and seamless, glistening like liquid shadow. The suit is complete—or rather, sensually incomplete—with a wide-open, yielding crotchless design that offers complete access. It features rigid, reinforced cups that push against her shape, and precise, oval openings in the hood for her mouth and eyes. Her hair is pulled taut into a singular, thick braid that is stiffly pulled through the top of the hood, a rigid, dark LOOP shape resembling a hangman's sex toy, dominating the apex of her head.
Kara is clad in fierce red, skin-tight leather that strains against her curves. The suit is an explicit invitation, cut open at the chest and stomach, paired with long, dominating Corinthian leather gloves. She wears six-inch black stiletto ankle boots that turn her feet into weapons, and sheer, crotchless fishnets that barely contain her thighs. Her blonde hair is parted down the middle, tied off in high, defiant knots on each side, and allowed to fall loose, framing her face.
Jade has dreaded her huge, puffy red hair, a defiant crown in the dim light, and is utterly nude save for the accessories that define her submission and power: sky-blue, thigh-high leather boots, the impossibly smooth leather kissing her upper thigh, and a two-inch sapphire plug, its multifaceted surface gleaming like a beacon deep within her receptive back end. I can see the inner top of her boot gently graze her already wet clit as her short legs trace a hypnotic, deliberate path in front of the improved room—the arena the four of us have used for years.
Jade's voice, husky and thick with anticipatory surrender, breaks the tension: "Tonight, daddy, you will have total control. We are all yours to do with as you wish!" She understands, as they all do, that this moment of profound surrender, and unyealding climax, may be the last time.
I push her face deep into Kara, and Jade begins to aggressively saw through Kara's clit with her tongue. Kara flinches with anticipation.
Sonya, on all fours, lets her gigantic breasts drag across the nylon surface, hardening her nipples. I grab her hair and push her mouth onto my still, mostly flaccid trigger. Her thick, full lips draw back with a force that threatens to pull my climax from inside me. I reach over her back and start to penetrate her with my middle finger. She is so wet that my finger vanishes instantly, with no effort or resistance.
I flip Sonya on her back, her breasts matching the rhythm of the mat we are on. I position Kara over Sonya's face, and she drops to her knees. Kara lifts her head between Sonya's thighs to match her pressure and tempo, hearing them bring each other to a simultaneous, desperate climax.
I lay Jade down. Pushing my pelvis to her doorway, with one leg over hers and one leg under, I enter her, pushing deeper than normal. The head of my shaft presses against her uterus with every heavy thrust I make. Pulling out just as she begins to constrict around my member, she fires a pool of pleasure over the trampoline surface.
I take the plug from Jade and deliberately guide it into Sonya, so that I am able to take Jade from the back, allowing her orgasms to spray free like unburdened ecstasy and not wait for my release. She pushes her body forward to signal her critical need to recover.
I move Kara to all fours and press Sonya's face firmly into the slick puddle that Jade has left behind. She starts to savor the liquid offering, writhing like a cat in catnip. She grabs a nearby vibrator and starts to pleasure herself as she grinds her face into the wet nylon. Her tongue eagerly traces the surface, her body shaking with desire with each pass of her head.
I push Kara's legs apart and push myself in from behind, leaning over to grab her right nipple and use my left hand to rub her clit as I use my force to drive her with fervent passion.
Jade then flips to her back, ready to reenter the game. Kara begins to suck on her clit and hooks two fingers inside her still-wet, greedy opening. Kara moans with each rhythmic thrust and suck thereafter. Using my force to move her fingers across the roof of Jade's insides. When Kara's moans hit the perfect, yielding pitch, she pulls out and rains herself down. Sonya flips over to catch some on her tongue.
I leave Jade and Kara. I take the plug out of Sonya and lean deep into her back door, hitting her receptive core. Still pushing, the vibrator against her clit. Her giant breasts bounce with the rhythm of each thrust. She drops the vibrator to grasp her nipples with ferocious pleasure and pull them hard to the ceiling as she climaxes over and over, pulling on her nipples harder each time.
I call Kara over to rest her head on Sonya's stomach. I pull out and flood her mouth with my payload. It lands across her teeth, lips, and tongue. Sonya jumps up to consume what was unable to pass her lips.
Jade, still on her back, watches as Kara walks on her knees over to Jade and drops half the hot payload into her mouth, sharing in the spoils. Sonya latches onto my still-hard rod and begins to suck out what had not cleared the surface, playing with her clit with one hand and pulling her nipple with the other.
Kara finds a strapless strap-on and pushes one end into her wet opening and starts to penetrate Sonya with the other, as Sonya continues to suck out the nectar that may yet be inside me. Jade slides over and starts to play with Sonya's clit as she licks my hanging fruit.
We all fire off at the exact same, chaotic moment. This time, Sonya's eyes widen with the thrill of a full load all her own. She rolls onto her back. Using her tongue to play with it, she pushes it to the outside of her lips and begins to blow bubbles with the mild sauce. Jade jumps over like a bird stealing a worm, and Sonya moves her head in time to savor it all herself.
Jade surrenders her back into my hips, using her own ferocious rhythm to pump me for oil. She leverages every ounce of skill and pace she possesses, determined not to be the only one without a final tribute. Kara and Sonya rub their clits together and shove their fingers deep into the wet heat of each other's mouths. As Jade feels my tool get stiffer, she spins around and keeps pace with her mouth and the hand that had just worked my hips until my body fires its complete, final load.
Jade, spitting a little out to mix it with the still wet surface of the nylon, eagerly sucks it back up again. Opening her mouth to display her tongue, thick and slow, snaking up and down from the back of her throat to the front—a lavish bath in the rich batter she had earned as the victor of the night's play.
THIS IS A STANDALONE STORY. IT ALSO APPEARS IN THE BOOK BLOOD SUBMISSION BY ABRAXAS STRAGULUM.