Venemous Huntings - Chp 2

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The taxi ride to the Monterey Suites was a blur of flashing lights and humid wind. Vixen watched the traffic fly by. The glare of headlights was punctuated by the sound of car horns and the occasional blast of bass from someone’s overly loud radio. The people hustling by on the sidewalks were a garish riot of psychedelic colors as the neon lights bathed them in a continuous strobe of riotously fluctuating illumination. Watching them, the girl ruminated on what she was about to do. Going to a hotel room with a vampire. Maybe have sex. What about when or if he gave in to the idea of trying to turn her? What then? Did she want to live forever at the cost of her humanity…, her friends and family…, the sun?

The cab pulled to the curb in front of the six story hotel and Armando gracefully exited the car. Walking around to her side, the vampire opened her car door and gracefully executed a half bow. Clutching her purse, Vixen stepped out. Leaning over, the vampire gave the old cabdriver a twenty dollar bill for an $11.50 fare. “Keep the change.”

“Thanks,” replied the scruffy older man. Pocketing the bill he pulled the cab back into the ceaseless flow of city traffic.

“Please, make yourself comfortable,” Armando said as they entered the two room suite. Armando flipped on a light in the corner sending a soft illumination across the room. As the brunette headed toward the balcony doors overlooking the swimming pool, the vampire walked over to the refrigerator. “Can I interest you in a drink? Maybe some crackers and cheese?”

Turning from the quiet starlit darkness of the hotel courtyard, Vixen smiled. “You always keep food for unexpected company or were you maybe expecting someone?”

“One never knows when one may be entertaining.” Holding up a bottle of dark red liquid he cocked his head to one side. “Wine, perhaps?” Moving to his side the girl took the glass he poured and sipped.

As his latest victim looked around the room, Armando turned on the radio and tuned it to a light rock station playing soothing romantic music. Jackson Browne’s ‘Tender Is the Night’ filled the room with soothing notes of lilting harmony. “I love the music of this time. It’s so much more powerful than that of my own.” Stripping off the leather jacket, the vampire exposed a tight red silk shirt opened at the top to show curling chest hair. A reasonably well developed set of pectorals filled the silk to just the point of tautness. Casually, he draped the jacket over the back of a beige hotel armchair.

“So what decade did you prefer? Sixties, seventies? Or maybe the classical stuff like Beethoven or Mozart?” Vixen sat on the edge of the king size bed, dropped her two inch black heels, and pulled her feet up to curl by her tailbone. Flexing her feet she gave a light sigh of contentment.

“I suppose the Beatles and the Rolling Stones definitely had something, but my personal favorite is the love ballads of the seventies. Bob Segar, Journey, Air Supply. Simon & Garfunkel and the Righteous Brothers. You couldn’t get sounds like that in my own time. I must say, music is one of the greatest areas of mans achievements. Besides, without it how could one hope to seduce such a lovely creature as yourself?”

Corner of her mouth upcurving in thanks, Vixen patted the covers next to her. The vampire glided across the plush carpet to alight next to the gorgeous young brunette. Folding his body with an unconscious dexterity, Armando sank onto the mattress as Jackson Browne’s lyrics faded away to be replaced by Billy Joel singing ‘Just the Way You Are.’ Carefully lifting her right foot by the heel, the vampire began massaging the arch with a strong thumb. The little circles of pressure were a center of bliss that sent a gliding wave of relaxing pleasure up to her heated center.

“So, I suppose in two hundred thirty-nine years you’ve seen a lot of history. Met some really fascinating people.”

“None so fascinating as yourself.” One hand lifted to lightly caress the skin at the top of Vixen’s throat before dropping back to continue the heavenly foot massage.

His finger blazed a trail of molten fire as it trailed along the arch of her foot. Hazel/Vixen swallowed the mass that was her heart back down to where it belonged. Taking one last sip, she set the wineglass down on the end table next to the bed. Leaning into the vampire, she rested her head on a strong shoulder. As coruscating waves of desire began to radiate from her molten womanhood, Vixen placed one hand hesitantly on the vampire’s thigh. Lightly rubbing the taut musculature there she said “So, do vampires still make love?”

“Yes indeed my beautiful Vixen. What a tragedy it would be if that were not so.”

Swallowing the lump, Vixen met his dark eyes with her own emerald green. Softly she said “Would you like to make love to me?”

Gently tilting her chin up, the vampire lowered his face to just above hers. Tilting his head to one side, he covered her lips with his own. As the vampire’s lips caressed her own a blast of molten desire shot from her abdomen. Reaching up, Vixen put her arms around the neck of this extremely sexy vampire and curled her fingers into the dark hair curling there. Relaxing into the kiss she allowed her lips to part slightly.

As he felt Vixen’s lips soften and part, Armando carefully slid his tongue into the warm liquid dampness of her mouth. Lightly exploring, he entwined her tongue with his own, wrestling it into submission. The rubbery ball at the end of her tongue bar rolled across the sensitive underside of his tongue causing a shiver of pure want. He felt the yielding of her body as she relaxed into the kiss. Yes, she’s mine. So simple. So human. Always wanting what they can’t have. Eternal life and youth. Willing even to die to gain the immortality they dream of. Well, she’ll get her dream…

Breaking off the kiss, Vixen gasped for air. “Armando, I was just wondering…”

“Yes my little Vixen?”

Lightly she ran the turquoise decorated tip of an index finger over his lips. “How come I don’t feel any…, you know, fangs…, when you kiss me?”

“They only come out when I need them… Or in the throes of intense passion.”

“I see. So, how about we try for some intense passion?” In answer to her query, Armando leaned in for another passionate kiss. As their lips joined he lightly cupped a voluptuous breast in his left hand, thumb sliding over the silken purple blouse to find the erect tautness of a hardened nipple.

As his lightly exploring fingers traced over the bump at the center of her sensitive aureole, Vixen moaned. The tingle felt so good. Her right hand slid down from Armando’s neckline to trace the line of his spinal column to the sensitive point where the nerves bundled together right at the top of the buttocks. As his dexterous fingers managed to undo two of her buttons, allowing his hand to slide inside the blouse, Vixen arched her back. Her nipples were on fire as they strained against the soft lacy material of her Victoria’s Secret bra. Waves of liquid heat blasted out from her vagina which begged to be stroked in the same manner as her breasts. At the open invitation of her arched and reaching body, Armando broke the kiss and, nuzzling her neck, rapidly unbuttoned the rest of Vixen’s blouse. Standing, he pulled her to her feet. Her head, without the two inch heels, came to the level of his mouth. Leaning in, he rubbed his stubbled chin along the soft curls of her pageboy hair while gently slipping the silken blouse off her shoulders. Stepping back, he took in the sight of her smooth taut skin, her flat stomach with the lovely depression of her belly button setting off the middle, a bare inch above the waistline of her black slacks. Luxuriously creamy skin abounded in the cleavage revealed by a lacy, sheer, light green brassiere which offset the deep emerald of her wide eyes. Nickel sized nipples strained against the encasing fabric, begging to be released from confinement.

Tracing the rounded part of his back where the curve of his buttocks began, Vixen purred lightly. Sampling the hardened planes of his muscles, she slid her hands around the front, just barely tracing the waistline of his pants before moving up to circle a finger around his belly button. Slowly, tongue slipping unconsciously in and out of her lips and making small moist circles, Vixen unbuttoned the vampires red silk shirt. His taut six pack abdominal muscles tensed as the silken shirt parted like windblown pages of a classic novel, exposing his belly to the coolness of the air conditioned room. Armando drew in a sudden breath through his nostrils as Vixen’s fingers traced a path of explosive pleasure around his nipples, tugging gently at the hair there before continuing up to slide the shirt off of his muscled arms. Well toned shoulders rolled as he flexed his arms to allow the crimson shirt to slide off.

“You’re so pale. But…, nice,” Vixen said as she stroked his stomach with the palm of one hand. Glancing down she could see the bulge of his manhood straining against the fabric of his pants.

“Please wait here for one moment Vixen. I’ll be right back.”

“Okay. Don’t be too long.”

“I won’t. Just have to tend to something real quick.” Armando gave Vixen a quick brush of his lips along her forehead before heading into the bathroom.

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