Bell Book & Vampyre

Mikey and Joseph were debating who was going to go and get the other six pack of beer from Joseph's room, when Drake suddenly appeared.  He was leaning nonchalantly against the doorframe of the door that joined his room to Kassie's.   Mikey happened to be looking at the doorway, when the vampyre suddenly appeared.  Mikey jerked back in his chair slightly in surprise, then grinned and nodded his head at Drake.   Joseph looked towards the doorway, grinned and nodded his head in greeting as well.

Drake nodded at the two men, grinned wickedly, then picked something out from between his fang and tooth with one neatly trimmed fingernail.  Then he said, "Trolls do not taste great, they are not very filling, and their evil little hearts, are nearly pure gristle."

Mikey and Joseph grinned back at the vampyre, and Mikey said, "Well, I guess I can tell Headquarters now for sure, that the trolls aren't going to be attending rehab."

Drake grinned and said, "Yes you had better break the news to them now."  Paused for a moment, looked over at Kassie's still form, and said, "I do not wish to be impolite to you pair, but I would like some time alone with Kassie now."  It was not a request.  Nor really an order.  Simply a statement of fact.

Joseph frowned, but nodded his head and stood up.

"Mikey and I were just debating on who was going to get that other six pack from my room.  We'll just both head there now."

Mikey stood up as well, and both men started walking towards the doorway Drake was still leaning against.  When they were halfway across the room, Drake suddenly disappeared from the doorway.  Mikey and Joseph stopped, turned around, and saw the vampyre sitting on the edge of the bed stroking Kassie's forehead.

The men looked at each other, shook there heads, turned back around and headed back towards the doorway.  As Mikey turned and closed the door behind him, he caught one more glance of Drake.  He was now leaning over Kassie, and gazing down into her face intently as he continued to stroke her hair.   Drake glanced up at the other adjoining door that lead to Mikey's room, and the door softly closed.

Drake knew that although he had healed the wounds on her neck completely within seconds of catching her, the trauma her mind had suffered in what would have been the last seconds of her life, had he not caught and healed those wounds, would be harder to heal.  He also knew that upon awakening, she was going to relive those few seconds.  He gathered her gently into his arms, held her close, stroked the back of her head with one hand, and began to softly whisper her name over and over in his mind.

The gargoyle moved one of the arms he was clutching her with, grasped her hair with his hand, and yanked her head back. Kassie saw the gargoyle lower its head towards her throat.  Felt him sink his fangs into her either side of jugular.  Then felt a terrible ripping pain in her throat, and saw the gargoyle's head jerk back up.  Blood flowed from his mouth.  She felt blood spurting from her throat.  Then she was falling.  Terror engulfed her mind.  She open her mouth in a soundless scream.  Then felt herself stop falling.  Heard her name being whispered over and over.  Felt cold arms holding her.  And she began to struggle.

Drake held her tighter, and said, "Its all right Kassie.  I've got you.  You are safe now."  Kassie heard his voice, and stopped struggling.  Then wrapped her arms tightly around him.  She clung to him and buried her head in his cold silent chest.  Her body began to tremble.  Then shake.  Drake held her tighter, and continued stroking the back of her head with one hand.  He connected with her mind, and began to soothe it.  When her body had stopped shaking he loosened his arms slightly.  Kassie still clung to him, and pressed face harder into his chest.

"Kassie, look at me my beloved."

Kassie finally loosened her arms slightly and looked up him.

Drake looked down at her.  Her amber eyes were still filled with terror and confusion. He gazed down into her eyes, and said, "It's over Kassie.  You are alive.  I caught you.  Your throat is healed.  Let go of the terror now."

Kassie continued to gaze into Drakes eyes, and gradually the terror and confusion began to fade from her eyes.  Kassie loosened her arms from around Drake, and put one hand up to her throat.  When her hand touched her throat, she tried to speak, but found she could not.  As her throat muscles contracted in that effort at speech, she felt a burning pain engulf her throat.

Suddenly she heard Drake's voice in her mind.  "Kassie, don't try to speak right now.  Your throat is healed.  But you have what I can best explain as a sort of psychic bruising to the tissues that were damaged.  You drank enough of my blood last night to allow me to heal you.  But unless you drink again, you are going to be unable to speak, and in a lot of pain, for quite some time.  Speak to me through your mind my beloved."

Drake grinned in relief when Kassie's sent him a mind flash that said, "Oh that's just fucking great.  I get to choose between being mute and in pain for, as you so quaintly put it, quite some time, or drinking your blood again."

Then she sent a flash that said, "I suppose you know, this means necking, and a blow job, are out the question right now."

Drake roared with laughter, and clasped her to his chest again.  He held her tightly for a moment, then said in his mind, "Not if you will be a good little pretty.  A few sips, and your throat will be as good as new.  You'll be able to speak, The pain and discomfort will be gone as well."

Then he grinned, leaned his head down and whispered against her ear, "And you will literally, cream in your jeans."

Then his voice grew serious as he felt with his mind, the burning pain she was still feeling in her throat, and he whispered, "Please Kassie, let me take the pain away.  It will get worse, before it gets better.  Believe me my love, if there were some other way I could take your suffering away, I would."

He kissed the top of her head gently, and said, "I would have replaced the blood you lost with my own already, which would have prevented this pain.   But Mikey and Joseph would have been troublesome I fear, had I done so when I wanted to.  I conceded to their wishes because I knew you it would cause you  pain, were I to harm them."

He kissed the top of her head again and said, "I ask now that you concede to mine, and allow me take this pain away."

Kassie narrowed her eyes, and looked up at him.  As she looked up, the muscles in her throat stretched slightly.   The pain caused tears to come into her eyes, and she quickly lowered her head and buried it back in Drake's chest.

Drake cradled her gently and said, "Kassie, please, you try my patience needlessly here, to the point of breaking.  Do not make me regret the choice I made earlier tonight.  I wanted you to agree willingly to this, but if you don't, I will do I what I must."

He hugged her tightly, kissed the top of her head and said, "I cannot bear for you to be in this pain.  You are wise in many ways, but you do not understand what it does to me."

Kassie felt the burning in her throat grow worse, Hot acid waves of pain engulfed her throat. The waves of pain were rapidly washing all ability to think away.  Finally she conceded to his wish.  But only on the condition that she drink just enough to take the pain away, and allow her to speak.

Drake kissed the top of her head, raised his hand slightly from the back of her head, and said, "I swear, I'll only allow you drink what is necessary to complete the entire healing process, and not a drop more."  Crossed his fingers and thought in the hidden part of his mind.  "Right at this particular moment anyway."   He knew if he gave her too much right now, he would have to feed again himself right afterwards.  He wanted to go for the blow job, and a few other things first.

He uncrossed his fingers, loosened his other arm from around her slightly, and drew back from her just a little.  He took the hand he had crossed his fingers with, unbuttoned his shirt, made a very small cut just above his left breast.  He wrapped that hand back around the back of her head, and drew her mouth to down to his chest.

As her lips touched the blood, Kassie opened her mouth flicked her tongue out, took one quick lick, and withdrew her tongue back into her mouth.  Drake gritted his fangs at her stubbornness, and thought in the hidden part of his mind, "Isis help me.  This witch tries my patience as no one ever has before.  She resists me in a way no mortal, even a witch, has ever done before."

He bowed his head and brought his lips to the top of her head.  As the small amount of blood she had lapped flowed down Kassie's throat, it caused waves of pleasure to start replacing waves of pain.  Her lips opened involuntarily.  Her tongue returned to the small puddle of pleasure again.  As she begin to gently lap the blood he thought,  "And brings me more joy, that she will ever understand."

He knew she had had enough when she quit lapping, and started to suck the wound on his chest.  Moaning deep in her throat as she did.  He closed the cut, grasped her head, pulled it back, and grinned down at the dazed look of pleasure on her face.  He watched her lick every drop of his blood from her lips, then leaned down and kissed her soundly.  She moaned he as raised his lips slightly, and still in a happy little haze of pure pleasure, wrapped her arms tightly around him, kissed him back just as soundly.  Then she drew her head back, looked up at him with that dazed grin, and said, "Can your tongue climax?  Because I think mine just did.  I know I did cream in my jeans."  Then buried her head in his chest and giggled.

Drake hugged her to him tightly, laughed and said, "Oh Kassie, you have no understanding of how much you humor means to me.  No comprehension how dear the sound of your laughter is to my ears."

Kassie giggled again, pulled her head back, looked up at him, and said with a wide grin, "Who the hell was joking?  I think my fucking tongue had an orgasm.  And my panties are like, way damp."

Drake grinned back down at her wickedly and said, "Say the magick words, and we'll get you out of those wet panties my beloved."

Kassie grinned back up at him, then began softly chanting the magick words as she unwrapped her arms from around his back, and began pushing his shirt over his shoulders.

Drake laughed and said, "Well I was thinking more along the lines of  "I do", but for now, those will work.

Kassie jerked the lower half of his shirt from his pants, and tossed the shirt aside.   Finished chanting her version of the magick words, then grinned and said, "I told you I like long engagements.  But look on the bright side honey.  I sure as hell don't believe in abstinence before marriage."

Drake laughed.   Then said as he laid her down, and leaned over and began to pull his boots and socks off, "Yes, I've taken that into account.  That's why you haven't awakened one evening totally dazed and confused in Vegas darling."

Once he had his boots off he turned back towards Kassie and began unbuttoning her shirt.  When he had the last button undone, she raised up, and he slipped the shirt from her shoulders.  He gently pushed her back down on the bed, stood up, undid his pants, and let them fall to his ankles.  He stepped back out of them, then kicked them to the side with his foot.  Kassie laughed and said, "You vamps got a real fucking hangup about getting caught with your pants down around your ankles."

Drake grinned and said, "I have nothing against being caught with pants my down.  However, I've always disliked having them around my ankles intensely.   But since you seem to enjoy watching them fall, I will gladly let them fall around my ankles if it pleases you.  I will not however, stand with them around my ankles."

In this, his human form, the vampyre standing before her, without his pants around his ankles, stood 6'5" in his bare feet.  His skin was the color of ivory.  Thick jet black hair framed a broad but finely sculpted face.   His cobalt blue eyes gazed from beneath well shaped black brows.  The planes of his cheeks were high and sharp.  He seemed to be half statue, and half man.  The muscles in his broad chest and arms looked chiseled of living stone.   As did the muscles on his thick well molded legs.  When it came to what was between those legs, even the most obscene statue she had ever seen, was not as well hung as the vampyre standing before her. Kassie gazed at Drake, and said, "I enjoy watching everything you do.  And I am especially enjoying watching you right now."  Then she grinned and said,  "You are, like, really cool eye candy."

Drake laughed and said, "Well, at least I don't feel like piece of cold meat.  But you would would look much better, out of those tight jeans my love."

Kassie grinned, slowly unbuttoned the top button of her jeans, unzipped them, raised her butt from the bed, and began to slowly slide her jeans over her hips.  She had to prop her elbows on the bed and wiggle quite a bit to get them over her hips.  Which wasn't an entirely unpleasing sight to the vampyre watching her.  There was something about the sight of her wiggling out of those jeans, that was quite fetching.

Once she managed to get her ass extracted from those tight jeans, she sat up, slid her jeans and panties down her legs, and over her ankles.  Then she tossed them over the other side of the bed, and fell back onto the bed in a spread eagle position.  She closed her eyes, grinned and said, "Take me, I'm yours.  Up to a point.  Or two, in your case"

Drake grinned, and dived onto the bed.  Gathered her in his arms, and rolled on top of her. He took his hands, placed them on either side of her head, and gently brushed her hair away from her face.  He kissed her forehead, then her left eyebrow.  She closed her eyes and sighed softly.  He slid his lips gently down, being very careful with his fangs, and softly kissed her left eyelid.  Raised his head up slightly, moved it to the right, and slowly kissed her right eyebrow.  He slid his lips down, and kissed her right eyelid.  Then raised his head slightly, moved it to the left again just a little, and kissed her nose.  He kissed her left cheek, then her right cheek.  Then he kissed her mouth.

She grabbed his head with both her hands and began to lick the back of his fangs.  He propped himself up with his elbows, groaned, opened his mouth wide, and bared his fangs.  The fangs he bared were thin hollow tubes that came to a sharp point.  The inside of the fangs were lined with millions of microscopic taste buds.  These taste buds captured not just the flavor of the warm blood they drew into them, they also captured the very life force that flowed in that blood.  When he fed, it was as if the heart, mind and soul of the person he was feeding on, flowed through his fangs, into his mind, then into every atom of his body.  The feel of her warm mouth and tongue against the sensitive outer walls of his fangs, was a form of delightful torture.   Through their thin hollow walls, he could feel the blood flowing under the skin of that mouth wrapped around his fangs.  Could just nearly taste that blood.

Yet that gentle licking and sucking of his fangs, aroused his libido, more than it did his blood lust.  Though sometimes, the distances between the two, grew short indeed.  Yet Kassie danced within that short distance, with apparent fearlessness.  And suddenly in the part of his mind he shared with her, he thought, "You do realize, that what you are doing, is the roughly the equivalent of sticking your head in a lion's mouth, and giving him a hand job at the same time."

Kassie stopped sucking his right fang, drew her head back and laughed.  Then she grinned at him and said, "Funny you should say that, because I'm always having the Strength card show up in my Tarot readings.  Of course, I don't have a deck that depicts her doing quite that.   But maybe if I looked hard enough, I could find one that did!"  Laughed again, and gleefully stuck her head back in the lion's mouth.  She narrowed the line between passion and blood lust to a dangerously thin width, then began kissing the hollow of his throat.  She took the hand she had wrapped around his back, and slowly trailed the nails of that hand down his chest.   Ran them through his thick pubic hair, and wrapped them around his dick.

Drake began to purr.  Kassie thought in the part of her mind she shared with him, as she continued to kiss, then gently lick the hollow of his throat, "Kiss your throat, grab your dick, and it is like having a big purring tiger by the tail.  We should be a circus act."

Drake roared with laughter, and gathered her into his arms.  He lay on top of her, a moment.  Then he raised himself up over her, kissed her forehead, nose, then mouth.  He put his mouth close to ear and whispered "My beloved Kassie, you have no idea how much joy you bring me.  I have known passion before.  I have known what I thought was love.   But never have I experienced the joy you bring to me."

Then he raised his head, gazed into her eyes and said, "You do not treat as me a human, for you never forget what I am.  You accept, and in fact deliberately tease the beast within me.  Yet at the same time, you keep that beast tamed with your laughter and your humor.  You make me laugh in a way I never have before.  There are no words that can describe the preciousness of the gift you have given me.  Joy is such a part of your nature, you take it for granted.  You cannot fathom what it means to one who has gone centuries without it feeling it."

Then he lowered his head, and kissed her deeply. Kassie wrapped her legs around his waist and guided him into her.  As his shaft slowly sank into the warmth of her, he raised his head, thrust himself into her, and moaned as she caressed his balls with one hand, and ran the nails of her other hand gently down his chest.  Then she wrapped both her arms around his back.  Witch and vampyre began to move together in a motion that was even more ancient and timeless, than they themselves were.  Slowly at first.  Making each movement as languid and long lasting as possible.  Drake pulled back slowly, almost to the point of withdrawal, then slowly sank back down into her.  Kassie's hips slowly rose to meet his gentle thrusts.

For now, the power struggle that constantly went on between them, was at a truce.  Kassie behaved like a perfect little pretty, and kept her hands off his balls, and her mouth off his fangs.  She let Drake continue his slow steady thrusting, and kept her hips moving in time to his.  Drake behaved like a practically perfect gentleman of a vampyre, and kept his fangs out of Kassie's flesh.

Though he did reach deep into her mind, and push a couple of buttons that would, for right now at least, help insure she continued to behave like a good little pretty.  Which considering what he could have done to her mind right then, still constituted pretty much perfect behavior for a vampyre as powerful as he was.  He could have, in a wink of one of his dark blue eyes, just as easily have turned her mind into a gibbering gerbil.  Or made her beg him to turn her.  That he hadn't already done so, was a testament to the control he had over his own power.  And to the love he felt for her.

Drake was experiencing waves of pleasure as he continued to slowly thrust his hard Aron's rod in and out of her warm wonderful Pandora's box.  Though he did not feel that pleasure in quite the same way mortal men feel pleasure.  His cool hard cock never throbbed with warmth.  It did not absorb to any degree, the warmth from the warm wet walls surrounding it.  His cold heart did not pump blood in the manner that mortal's hearts did.   Warm blood pumping through it, is not what caused his dick to get hard.  His erection was generated and controlled by his mind.  And by the sensitivity of his skin.  He could of course, through his mind, control that sensitivity to a large degree.  But that sensitivity is what allowed him to experience physical pleasure.

The millions of highly developed sensitive nerve endings just underneath the skin of his cold hard cock, transmitted everything they felt directly to his brain, in a way mortal nerve endings did not.   Those nerve endings picked up and transmitted not only his own pleasure, but hers as well.  As he continued his slow thrusting movements, he was literally pumping both his pleasure and hers, through those nerve endings, and directly into his brain.

The feel of the warm wet walls of her womanhood against the surface of his skin as he slowly slid in and out of her, sent surges of nirvana to his brain in slow pleasurable waves of sensation.  Once they reached the pleasure center of his brain, they were redirected throughout his whole body.  With each stroke he took, he felt the pleasure rush into his brain, then wash through every atom of his being.

The feeling of pleasure he experienced with Kassie was unlike any had felt before.  Always before, the pleasure of his mortal lovers had been mingled with at least a slight feeling of revulsion at the feel of his cold hard cock being buried in them.  Because he did experience everything his mortal lovers felt, his pleasure had always been tempered with some pain and sadness because of that revulsion.  He knew in his cold heart, that no matter how much the minds of his other mortal lovers desired him, the sad fact was, their mortal bodies were always, at least to some small degree, repulsed by him.  Yet Kassie's mortal body seemed to accept the feel of his immortal body in a way that made him wonder, in the part of his mind he kept hidden from her, just what the hell else she really did do with those popsicles, she had once said she enjoyed licking and sucking.  Suddenly, visions of Kassie doing some rather unnatural things with a popsicle danced through that part of his mind.

Drake was now propping himself up with his hands, and driving himself in and out of her at a more than slightly increased speed.  He had his head thrown back, and his blue eyes were closed in ecstasy.  He had a wicked grin plastered on his face.  Kassie had been behaving like a perfect little pretty, and letting Drake fuck her at any speed he wanted.  But now she opened the amber eyes that she had also had closed in bliss, and looked up him suspiciously.  And wondered as she saw that grin, in the part of her mind she kept hidden from him, what the fuck was rocking his boat faster right now.  She knew instinctively he had experienced some mental image in the part of his mind that he kept hidden from her, that had set that boat to rocking faster.  She didn't know what that mental image had been.  Then suddenly the word popsicle, popped into her mind.  Into the part that wasn't hidden from him.  As soon as that thought transmitted itself to Drake's mind, the visions he was having danced even more intensely through that part of his mind.  His grinned widened, and his boat rocked so hard for a second, she thought it might be in danger of capsizing entirely.

Kassie thrust herself against him hard, deliberately contracted the muscles inside her pussy as hard she could, reached up with one hand, tapped the back of his head with one fingernail, and said "Hey!  What the fuck are you thinking about in that evil damned mind of yours?  And what have popsicles got to do with it?"

Drake said, without a pause in his stroke, or even opening his eyes, "You don't want to know."  But the grin on his face widened, and took on an even more wicked glint.

Then she remembered a remark she had made to him once about popsicles, grinned and said, "Were you thinking about switching positions, and getting that blow job right now?"

Drake paused his thrusting for a moment, opened his eyes, looked down at her, and said, "Not exactly."  Then started laughing.  And resumed his now not so gentle thrusting.

Kassie thought about what else a vampyre could possibly be thinking of in connection with popsicles, that would cause such a salacious smile to cross his face, and rock his boat like that.  And suddenly a vision very similar to one he was having right then in the hidden part of his mind, danced through the unhidden part of hers.

Drake paused, and looked down at her in guilty surprise.   Kassie looked back up at him, giggled and said, "Fuck!  You are a sick puppy!  What flavor am I suppose to be using?  Oooooh wait no!  Let me guess.  Raspberry of course!"  Kassie started laughing, wrapped her legs around him tighter, and pulled him down into her.  He moaned and resumed his now not so gentle thrusting.

It was the sound of her laughter that had rocked his boat this time.  Laughter was not a sound that he had ever heard from a mortal before at moments like this.  No other mortal had ever laughed while loving him.  And in that moment he realized in the hidden part of his mind, that no other mortal had truly loved him before.  They had loved the image of what they thought a vampyre was.  But even the wisest of the pagan witches of old, had never understood what he really was.  They had never truly loved the creature that they had seduced.  They had declared their love for him many times. They had begged him to turn them so they could share eternity with him.  And the few that he had turned, had grown to hate him, for granting them their wish.

Kassie did not love some image that she had conceived in her own mind as to who and what he truly was.  She knew exactly who and what he truly was.  She knew what he was capable of.   And did not try to love him in spite of it.  But rather accepted it, and let it become a part of her love for him.  This was why as he plunged his cold hard cock into her harder and faster, the waves of nirvana traveling to his brain, then throughout his body, contained only pleasure.

He let those sweet untainted waves of pleasure wash through him.  Thrust himself into her harder, and moaned as he pumped that pleasure through his nerve endings, into his brain, and through his entire being.  Kassie met him thrusts, raised her legs, and wrapped her heels around the back of his neck.  Drake raised himself up more and drove himself into her hard.  Kassie met that thrust without flinching.  In fact she unwrapped her arms from around his back on the upstroke he took, grabbed his buttocks, and pulled him into her even deeper on the next downstroke.  He moaned, and the grin he had previously had on his face was gone.  His fangs were bared now in rapture, not amusement.  His closed eyes were narrowed in total concentration.  He was carefully controlling the waves of pleasure he was experiencing, so they didn't capsize his now frantically rocking boat completely.  The ankles wrapped around his neck tightened, fingernails dug into his buttocks, and Kassie moaned on the next downstroke he took.  He sensed she was getting ready move one of those hands clutching his buttocks though, and put it to use on his balls.

Drake thought in the hidden part of his mind, "I've got to do something to derail that train of thought before it arrives at the station."  And grabbed both of her ankles.  Took the upstroke, then he turned his head, and kissed the bottom of her foot.   Which he noted did not have suckers attached to the bottom of it.  He paused, then ran his tongue gently along the bottom of her foot after he kissed it.  The train of thought winding itself into her mind, derailed completely as she gasped and thrust herself against him.  Then he turned his head the other way and kissed, then licked the bottom of her other foot.  And took a nice hard downstroke as he did.  Kassie moaned louder and thrust herself against him harder.  Then he decided to show Kassie what happens when a vampyre really gets his groove going.

As he took his next upstroke, he turned his head and kissed and licked the bottom of her other foot.  On the downstroke, he lowered his head and kissed and licked once, the calf of her leg.  Just before he took his next upstroke, he turned his head, and kissed, then quickly licked the calf of her other leg.  As he took that slow upstroke, he ran his tongue up her leg.  He paused for a second, then kissed and licked the bottom of that foot.  As he was taking the next downstroke, he turned his head, and kissed and licked the calf of her other leg.  Then let his tongue travel up that leg as he took the next upstroke.  Kassie's moaning grew louder.

It only took a few more carefully choreographed up and down strokes to get her little Pandora's box quivering like a bowl of jelly.  When it did begin to quiver, he nipped the inside of her calf ever so gently.  Kassie let go of his buttocks, reached up, and actually grabbed the pillow her head was resting on.  She snatched it from beneath her fair flaxen head, and put it over her face to muffle the moaning scream she made.  So on the next hard upstroke, he nipped her other calf, and ran him thumbs gently along the bottoms of both her feet.   On the next downstroke, he nipped her other calf, and gently rubbed his thumbs along the bottom her feet.  He grinned as he heard the sound of his true name in that muffled scream.  Though he was glad she had the pillow over her face, so Mikey and Joseph did not hear that sound.  He just hoped she didn't wind up smothering herself before he was through.

He slowly took an upstroke, rubbing his thumbs gently along the bottom of her feet, licking her leg as he did.  Paused for a second, then took a downstroke.  He nipped her other calf, and increased the pressure of his thumbs as he ran them along the bottom of her feet, as he slowly took that downstroke.  She was making a muffled screaming sound all the way down.  At the end of the downstroke he drove himself into hard, nipped the other calf not so gently, and ran his thumbs along the bottom of her feet one more time as he did.  Once more he was rewarded with the sound of his true name mingled in with that muffled scream.

Kassie sank her teeth into the pillow she was clutching to her face on the next upstroke.  She still continued to make a weird muffled screaming sound.  But with her biting the pillow like that, he knew was not going to be hearing his name again in that weird muffled sound.  He wrapped one of the ankles he holding back around his neck, and reached for the pillow.  He would rip that fucking pillow out of her mouth, and be damned if the entire hotel heard her scream his name that third time.

The moment Drake wrapped her ankle around his neck, she knew what he was up to. Before his fingers turned loose of it, deep in the hidden part of her mind, she focused all of her power.  Then using that power, she intensified threefold every bit of pleasure she was feeling, then thrust into his mind and cock, every bit of that intensified pleasure.  She drove that pleasure into his mind, and the nerve endings under the skin of his cock, just as hard as he was driving his cock into her pussy.  His hand never made it to the pillow.  Instead it grabbed her ankle again.   He was forced to use her ankles to brace himself with when the first shock wave of that whammy hit him. The moment he grabbed her ankle again, and started bracing himself with them, Kassie jerked the pillow off her face so she could see what kind of an effect her infamous mind bending horizontal boogie boomerang, would have on a vampyre.

Drake's head jerked up as the effects of it hit his mind and his cock.  He threw his head back, opened his mouth wide, bared his fangs fully, and held onto her ankles for all he was worth.  An incredibly loud, and very long howl, issued from that wide opened mouth as he desperately clutched her ankles.  She thought, "Hmmmm, I should have stuffed the pillow in his mouth before I did that."  Then just for the hell of it, she zapped him again.  With a fivefold mind bending horizontal boogie boomerang.  And directed most of the power in that boomerang, into the nerve endings running just under the skin of his cock.  His mind was already shot to hell at the moment, so she felt free to direct her power to a part of that was holding up a bit better.  Besides, it would travel straight through those nerve endings, and into his brain a half second after it hit those nerve endings.  Then it would travel throughout his whole body like a runaway bush fire.

The force of that second boomerang hit him like an onrushing freight train.  He felt the nerve endings under the skin of cock nearly short circuit completely from the power of the sensations they were now carrying.  Drake heard the sound of an explosion in his mind a half a second later.  The last coherent thought he had, was that she understood, with every atom of her being, how the nerve endings under his skin functioned.

As the force of it traveled through those nerve endings, into his brain, then throughout his body, he felt as ever atom of his being was exploding with pleasure.  Had he been feeding on her at the time, the pleasure from what she had done, would have overridden the pleasure of that feeding.  For the first time in his long as existence as a vampyre, he was experiencing something that felt better than taste of blood did.

He shuddered from the top of his head, to the tips of his toes as the pleasure exploded through his body and mind.  It took every ounce of strength he possessed not to collapse on top of her.  Or break both her ankles.  He suddenly snapped his mouth closed so hard, Kassie feared he was going to break a fang.  The muscles in his body bulged as he fought to gain control of them.  She decided that at this particular moment, another boomerang zap would be overkill, and let him ride the waves of that one out in relative peace.  She wasn't quite ready to make a quivering wreak out of him.  Yet.  She would save that for the pleasure palace tour he wanted to take her on.

As the shuddering in his body stopped, and he gained control of his muscles and mind, he looked down at her in wonderment and awe.  Finally he said, "What the fuck kind of witch whammy was that?"

Kassie grinned smugly and replied, "That my love, was just a little taste my infamous mind bending horizontal boogie boomerang.  You'll feel the full force of it no doubt, when we go on that pleasure palace tour you mentioned the other night."

Then she grinned wickedly and said, "You know darling, the one you had me dreaming about this morning when I woke up."

For the first time in many centuries, Drake felt something that nearly resembled a twinge of fear.  He looked down at her, and said, "If that is just a taste of what you can do, I'm not so fucking sure I could stand the full force of it.  Has anyone, or anything, ever survived the full force of it?"

Kassie grinned and said, "Well, I've never used the full force of it on anybody or anything.  So far, the biggest one I've used, has only been a ninefold whammy.  But so far, all have survived the experience!  Though some have nearly become gibbering idiots.   And a few have walked a bit funny for a week or so after large doses of it.  Another swears his mind has never been the same since."

Then she grinned at him really wickedly and said, "Normally, I work my boys up to a dose like I gave you, over several days and nights.  But you being a vampyre and all, I figured you should be able to withstand a sudden good dose of it.  I was real impressed to see how well you stood up to that second one!  It gladdened my heart, when you didn't collapse, and turn into a gibbering idiot.  I just hope you can walk okay now."

Then she looked him straight in the eye and said innocently, "But, what was it you said to me one evening when you had me cuffed to my bed rail?   Oh yeah!  All is fair in love and war."

Drake let go of her ankles, and as her legs dropped, grabbed the top of her head with one hand, tilted her head back, and glared down at her.  For a moment he considered going for her jugular, and ending this game right then and there.  He had promised her she wouldn't have a Vegas wedding.  But they weren't in Vegas.  Kassie simply grinned at him, then said, "Reckon you could stand a full force mind bending horizontal boogie boomerang rushing through your fangs right now sweetheart?"

If that had been possible, Drake would have paled at the thought of it.  He looked at her and said, "You can do that to me while I'm feeding?"

Kassie grinned and said, "I dunno.  But if you go for my jugular like you were thinking about doing, me and you are going to find out."

So he brought his mouth down on her lips brutally instead.  He kissed her until her lips were bruised, and the first pangs of the hunger began.  He knew that what he had just experienced, would arouse a terrible hunger in him.  Drake pulled his head up, looked down at her, and said, "No getting to watch me pull my boots back on right now darling.  You have aroused a hunger in me, that will be dangerous to behold, should I not satisfy it before it peaks."

He leaned down, and once more soundly kissed her.  Then he jerked his head back up and said, "I'll be back soon.  Stay right where you are."  Then suddenly he was gone.

Mikey, Joseph and most of the guests on the same floor of the hotel they were on, heard the howls that issued from the vampyre's throat as Kassie zapped him with a couple of her infamous mind bending horizontal boogie boomerangs.  The good news was, only Mikey and Joseph knew exactly where the howls were coming from.  The rest of the hotel guests thought a wolf was at the outside of the hotel door.  Shortly after they heard that howl though, some of those guest would experience the wildest wet dream they every had.

As Mikey and Joseph listened to those long loud howls, the first of which contained more than a hint surprise, and a small measure of desperation and defeat, they looked at each other, shook their heads, and grinned.

Mikey said, "Well, looks like Kassie is fully recovered.  And Drake has just had a taste of her infamous mind bending horizontal boogie boomerang."

Joseph grinned back at him and said, "Yeah, and from that hint of surprise in that first howl, it was his first good dose of it."

Mikey grinned back at him and replied, "Yeah and from that little measure of desperation and defeat that was in it, whatever plan he had in mind for her right before she zapped him, just got shot plumb to hell."

Joseph reached into his pants pocket, pulled out a ten dollar bill and said, "I bet that plan somehow involved hearing his name screamed thrice."

Mikey laughed and said, "No way am I taking that bet!  I spent seven days and six nights with her once trying to get her to scream my name three times.  I knew I wouldn't own her soul.  But I wanted to hear it for the third fucking time just the same.  I was nearly a gibbering idiot by the time the end of the sixth night.  I couldn't walk right for a fucking week.  And the bitch never did scream it that third time."

Then he grinned and said, "But I tell you Joe, that was, without a fucking doubt, the most wonderful seven days and six nights I'll ever have.  I'll go to my fucking grave remembering them."

Joseph grinned and said, "Yeah been there and done that with her as well.  I held up for eight days and seven nights.  But my fucking mind has never been the same since that seventh night!"

Then Mikey grinned wickedly and said, "Speaking of fucking," then pressed his shirt pocket and said, "Beam the twins to room 669 Sally.  Kassie is fully recovered, and me and Joe need a little R & R."

Joseph and Mikey stood up, and headed to the room across the hall, where Rachel and Rosemary would be waiting for them.  They were once more happily arguing over who got which twin in what position, as they closed the door to Joseph's room, and headed for room number 669.