You let her go

“For Marco’s sake and our own little fun, I think it would be better if you covered yourself. We don’t want to scare him right away. Two beautiful girls making out on your couch, that would certainly intimidate him, don’t you think?”

She nods with a malicious smile, picks up her bra and shirt and rushes to the stairs.

You clean some blood from you face in the kitchen sink as Marco steps into the living room. You can hear the boy’s racing heartbeat. This little interlude has made you even hornier than before. You bite your lip just thinking of his cock.

“Girls?”

You go back to the living room.

“Hey,” you say as the water from a shower starts pouring in the upper floor, “did you manage to reach someone?”

“Yes...”

He stops for a second looking around the room.

“Where’s Maria?” He asks suspicious.

“Upstairs, I think she wanted to take a shower. So, what did they say?”

He walks to one of the sofas and crumbles.

“I’m exhausted...” He looks back at you, “they said they would be able to send a patrol boat in a few hours. I guess they must be on a drug operation, they usually do that around this time of the year, with the increased demand in Florida, the cartels are all over the place...”

You nod. Good, a few hours is more than enough for what you have in mind.

You take a seat in large armchair across the room.

“So how long have you guys been dating?”

“Maria and I, you mean? We’re not dating, we have been friends for years now and we had a couple of passes at each other when we were teens but then she went to Nassau to finish high school and we grew apart. Now she’s back for the summer and we just went to my old man’s boat to smoke some weed...”

“Hum, I caught the wrong vibe then...”

“No, not really, I don’t think so. I do feel something for her and I think she does for me, but her family...”

He stops, a darkness covers his features, he is probably thinking back at what he saw in the afternoon.

“You know, I really hope you are right...“ he stutters between two poorly refrained sobs, “I really hope my weed made me hallucinate...”

Taking a hold of himself and wiping a tear, he continues:

“Anyway, the coast guards will be here in a couple of hours and everything will be solved by then.”

He stands and walks to a cabinet. He takes out a bottle and pours himself a more than generous portion. He turns around holding his glass and the bottle.

“Fancy a rum? Maria’s dad has the best bottles in the whole isl...”

But he cannot finish as an ethereal apparition looms at the top of the stairs. Maria, more appetizing than ever, hair still wet, cascading on her shoulders and juvenile toned body wrapped in a thin laced bathrobe, looks at you both. Your bite changed her, she is still human, her heart is still pumping her delicious blood into her veins but she has started the transition, you can smell it.

You smile feeling a warm motherly affection towards the girl as she starts walking down the stairs, a hand sensually caressing the wooden guardrail.

Marco is speechless, never did he see his childhood sweetheart in such beauty. You must confess that you are also impressed. There is something old and sensual, southern belle style.

“Maria... wow... I mean... you look gorgeous...”

She walks to him, takes the glass and bottle from his hands and wraps her arms around his neck.

“Thanks lover,” she puts a peck on his lips, “now, you should know better than fucking around with daddy’s Rum, if he learns about it he is literally going to kill you...”

She turns around looking at you, takes a sip and, now walking seductively in your direction, puts the bottle on a small pedestal table.

“Hum...” she says closing her eyes, “this rum is delicious.”

She drops on a sofa half way between you two and turns again to Marco.

“So I heard you say that we had a couple of hours before the coast guards come and check what happened here. What should we do until then? Marco, how about you roll these two ladies a joint, pour us all some of Daddy’s old rum and we can find out how to best use the remaining time, does that sound good for the two of you?”

“Perfect for me...”

“Are you sure? I mean, if your dad finds out I drank his Rum, he’ll kill me for sure but if he finds out that you smoked pot, he’ll kill you too...”

“Come on Marco don’t be such a killjoy, after the shitty afternoon I went through because of you, I think I deserve some treats, besides, do you see my dad around? I don’t, so get your skinny ass down here and bring a couple extra glasses... if you are nice to me, maybe I can be nice to you too, how does that sound?”

Three minutes later you find yourself sitting on a small ottoman while Maria and Marco sit in the large couch across the massive wooden table. The boy lights the joint, inhales deeply and hands it over to you from across the table. You take a few drags wondering if this is going to have any effect on you and hand it to Maria. Quickly it finds its way back into Marco hands.

The carousel goes on until the butt ends up sitting in the glass ashtray in the middle of the table. Marco leans back, closing his eyes. Looking directly into your eyes, Maria says:

“Humpf, smoking has always made me horny, how about you?”

“Sort of...”

Her hand casually drops on Marco’s thigh. With a delicate motion of her head, she invites you to join them. As you sit on the couch across from her, a smile appears on Marco’s face. Your hand falls on his other thigh.

You bend over to steal a kiss from Maria, she eagerly reciprocates. She is colder than before and her incisors have started to sharpen. She still tastes amazing. You bite her lip collecting a few drops of blood and stirring up a faint moan from her throat. Your disguise falls once again.

You turn to Marco and give him a long and thorough lap on the neck. He is much warmer than his girl, his salty and harsh skin vibrates with life. You trail up his chin, reaching his mouth while your hand trails up his leg to meet Maria’s on his hard cock. Marco blinks but you stop him placing your palm over his forehead and eyes pushing his face further back.

You resume licking his neck and Maria’s mouth replaces her hand on his now free dick. You squeeze a little and pull down to place your fingers at the base of the pole in order to give Maria as much room as she needs. Your gums strain as your fangs ache for his flesh. With your tongue you find the right vein and slowly, so slowly, you let them penetrate the tender spot. Convulsing he comes in Maria’s mouth.

“Nooooo...”

But his tone says completely the opposite and, anyway, you could not care less now that your fangs are latched to his neck and that an amazing flood of ambrosia invades your palate. You drink deeply. His blood is spicier than his girl’s but, in its own way, similarly exquisite. You drink until you feel he comes again. You let go and stand.

In his eyes, now uncovered, you find dizziness and lust. You grin, licking some blood from the corner of your mouth and petting Maria’s head who has not stopped blowing him.

“So, was it so bad?”

“No...” he answers panting as he comes for the third time.

Your eyes still riveted to his, you clench your fist in Maria’s wet hair and you pull her on her feet. She moans releasing his cock with splashing noise. Standing behind her, you push the bathrobe off her shoulders revealing her ample breast and the tiny marks you left. Teasing her nipple just below, you bend her head to a side and, once again, gently you sink your fangs into the exposed skin.

Sucking hard, you drive her into an uninterrupted string of increasingly powerful orgasms until you drain her completely. She dies hooting loudly into her home. You let her fall into the poodle of cum that has formed at her feet. Slowly you open you eyes on the poor boy in front of you.

“Now big boy, let’s put that thing to good use...”

You swiftly slide out of your shorts and, as swiftly, slide the painfully erected shaft into your drenched hole. The warmth of the rod penetrating your cold entrails burns you in an explosion of pleasure equivalent to two... wait, no, four Nagasakis. You melt in a matter of seconds coming like a virgin boy the day a sweet girl accepts to touch his weenie for the first time. You roll your head against Marco’s chest, babbling and writhing of pleasure. Luckily for your remaining dignity, he too has fallen to the most amazing orgasm in his life.

You manage to calm down.

This was amazing but your still up for more. You look up, wipe a string of saliva from the edge of the young sailor’s mouth, grab his face with both your hands and start riding him savagely. As he comes again inside of you, you lean in and reattach your avidity to the source of your desire. In other words, you sink your fucking fangs into his fucking neck and drain him dry.

Because yes, this is fucking, not making love or any other bullshit like that. This is primal, animal, pure instinct, essential needs. You are a beast, a monster, a relentless, Restless, never tiring, never satiated raping and killing machine, you are the alpha dog, the top of the food chain, the ultimate predator.

Your mistress is too far away to subjugate you and you are too clever to let yourself be put on a leash.

In the years to come, even before Mina finally catches up with Nicole, you will create your own empire in the Carribeans, an anarchist empire, a pit of sin and debauchery it will be called.

You will witness the world crumble and you will take your share of it and someday, a very long time from now you will face Mina.

And who knows? Even if she is the last Master Vampire you might stand a chance. Who knows? Overconfidence, laziness, lack of challenges, years of self indulgence might have made her weak. Who knows? You might strike her before she can send her countless hordes against you, before she can turn into her War form, before she can extend her influence over you. After all, puny humans have been known to having managed to kill Masters in the past.

And then, in that shitty world you will inherit from her, you might end up as the last master, not with a capital M, just the master of all things. The true alpha female, and then you will rest but until then, you have work to do and it is going to be both very pleasant and very entertaining.

All this you do not know but who knows... chances might be on your side.

Now Maria and Marco, you wonder. Well not unlike their Shakespearian counterparts, they will be united in death, unlike them, though, it will be one hell of a ride.