Fangtasia - for Emcee

[onceaviking]

The door leads to Eric's office.
It is small and cramped and crowded, filled with stacks of papers and a few crates stacked up against a wall.
The sounds of the club is filtering through. A deep, pounding bass is the most noticeable, drowning out most of the rest of the music.

He leans over the desk and produces a dark red piece of paper. A ticket. He scrawls something at the bottom and hands it to her.

"You can slip out through the back door here and then you'll just have to walk around the building to get to the entrance."

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[lazy_but_loyal]

Pam laughs at that. A genuine laugh.

"Oh, honey," she chuckles sensually, still stroking her thigh, "he can be enthusiastic. I can be enthusiastic, too. But right now, you've got nothing for me to bite off, so what say you let me have a go and see if you don't like it this time?"

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee finds her breath quickening at the offer. She nods, a quick bob of her head.

"Yes. All right."

[lazy_but_loyal]

"Good girl."

Pam can see why Eric prefers this one.

She pulls back the chair behind Eric's desk and sits down. She doesn't think she'll need to give Emcee any verbal instructions at this point.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee takes the cue and swivels around to face Pam. Leaning back on her hands, she parts her thighs, resting her feet on the armrests of the chair.

Her heart races, her limbs tense up with anticipation.

[lazy_but_loyal]

"Relax, honey," Pam reassures her, her breath cool on her inner thigh as she leans in all the way.

The mingled scents of sex, blood, and Eric turns Pam on somethin' awful.

She licks her. Pressing her tongue to her hot, wet flesh. Slipping inside. Keeping her fangs just clear, but dangerously close.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee utters a shuddering cry at that first cool swipe of her tongue.

And she keeps crying out, tossing her head back in ecstasy at every stroke.

And good lord, the woman's tongue is tireless.

[lazy_but_loyal]

That, it is.

And after Pam repeatedly brings her to the edge and back, she withdraws, skimming her lips and teeth along her inner thigh. Then, grasping her hips to keep her steady-- she bites down, sinking her fangs into the supple flesh.

Hot blood gushes into her mouth, filling it completely as she swallows, purring with delight.

[i_am_your_host]

She gasps sharply at the stab of pain, writhing a little in Pam's grasp. Moaning, she lets her head fall back, her eyes rolling closed as she's lulled by the rhythmic pull of Pam's mouth.

[lazy_but_loyal]

The blood flows thick and fast. Pam catches every drop except for a dark trickle that oozes out of the corner of her lips.

She knows she can't drink too deeply.

But she takes a few more swallows before slipping her fingers inside her again.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee lets out a high-pitched, breathless cry, digging her heels into the armrests. Her head begins to spin, her hips want to buck but Pam is holding her down. It adds to the buildup starting low in her belly, making its way up her spine, into her limbs, until she can't take it anymore.

And finally, she comes, hard, her body bowing backwards over the desk with a shout of sheer ecstasy.

[onceaviking]

Meanwhile, Eric has taken up his seat on the throne again.

Nobody has any doubts about what just went on. And some of the tourists are clearly somewhat unsettled, telling themselves and each other that the reason the girl didn't return with him must be that they'd planned it that way. It's all an act.
Ha ha.

The vampires know exactly what went down of course. As well as what is going down - quite literally - now.

And while there are strict 'no feeding and preferably no fucking' rules in place, everybody accepts that those rules do not extend to the owners.

Of course.

It's still a nice little show of dominance.

The regulars circle the throne. Hopefully. Like a school of horny fish.

Eric ignores them.


He can feel Pam.
It's nice.

And then, suddenly, there's something else there. The bright spark of human, sexual climax.

He strokes his cheek and drums his fingers on the armrest.

That wasn't supposed to happen.

[lazy_but_loyal]

Pam bites her own tongue and licks Emcee's wounds closed. She then neatly wipes the corners of her mouth with her fingertips, before sheathing her fangs.

"You," she purrs, rising to her feet and leaning over Emcee's slack body, "are delicious."

That's probably the highest compliment Pam ever gives to anybody.

"How're you feelin'?"

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee has to catch her breath before she can respond.

"Fine, thank you," she sighs deliriously, a dazed smile on her lips.

Her eyes flick down to Pam's ample cleavage. There's a drop of blood on her right breast.

[lazy_but_loyal]

Pam follows her gaze. And she swipes it up with a fingertip and licks it off. Smirking at her.

"Have a seat, honey, take a few minutes," she says, gesturing to Eric's chair, before walking around the desk. She leaves Emcee's clothes within reach.

"Come back out when you're ready, if you want. I'll let Eric know you're still in one piece."

With that, she heads out the door, closing it behind her.

[i_am_your_host]

Still in one piece.

Oof.

She exhales a breathy chuckle in response, but can say nothing more before Pam is out the door.

Boneless and blissful and still naked, she slides off the desk and curls up in Eric's huge, comfy leather chair.

[lazy_but_loyal]

Pam emerges into the main room of the bar. It's obvious that the atmosphere has changed. Definitely more electric. Sexually charged.

In other words, lots of horny people hoping to get some of what Eric gave Emcee. And really, there's no way they're getting any of it.

Pam cuts through the crowd and climbs up onstage. This is part of the show, too. Eric's faithful Progeny delivering a message.

She leans down, dramatically, her lips near Eric's ear.

"She was very sweet," she murmurs. "She's just taking a time-out right now."

[onceaviking]

He turns his head a fraction, his lips close to hers.
And breathes in the scents.

"She is," he agrees.
"And you had fun."

It's not a question.
He knows she had fun.

[lazy_but_loyal]

"Mmhmm," she replies. "The perfect little pick-me-up. Good idea to bring her along."

She straightens, casually leaning against the back of Eric's throne.

[onceaviking]

"It was," Eric agrees.
He doesn't really do humble.

At all.

Ever.

"If you're still hungry, there's a little number over by the podium you might like," he murmurs, letting his eyes scan the crowd again.

[lazy_but_loyal]

Pam directs her gaze toward that side of the room and almost instantly sees who he means. A pouty blond who looks as if she ought to be up around that pole instead of just appearing sullen and bored.

"Ooh, you do know my tastes. I'll ask her if she knows how to dance."

There are auditions to look forward to, after all.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee actually drifts off for a few minutes in Eric's chair. She can't help smiling. And still feeling aroused. Maybe it's Eric's blood still having that effect on her; it is more powerful here than in Milliways.

When she does wake up and sets her senses straight, she stretches and wriggles into her underwear. While she slips into her dress, she idly browses the bookshelves. Lots of old volumes written in Swedish, it seems. And Jacques Cousteau? Also, is that a real Viking sword? She could poke through Eric's things all night (heh), but she is in a vampire nightclub in the future. Priorities.

She finds the private bathroom and takes advantage of it, washing the dried blood off her neck and fixing her hair and lipstick. She then leaves the office and heads down the corridor, stepping out into the main room as the thumping music assails her eardrums. As she makes her way to the bar, she notices people staring at her.

She orders a glass of water from the hot bartender with the tattooed arms. Followed by a straight gin.

"Well, hey, there," drawls a voice over her shoulder, and she turns around to find a pale young man standing there, his hair spiked red and green, dressed up in leather and studs. "You look real cute in that dress."

Emcee smiles demurely at him. "Why, thank you--"

And then suddenly he's leaning in very close, his face near her neck. "And you smell real good, too."

Startled, she draws back. Either this guy wasn't here when she first arrived, or he has incredibly huge balls.

[onceaviking]

The tiny space between them widens a little as she moves back - and is suddenly filled up by Eric, looking tall, broad, and fucking unimpressed.

He looks down at the younger vampire.
Then he lifts one eyebrow. Just a little.

Do you feel lucky, punk?
Do you?

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee blinks when suddenly her entire field of vision is taken up by the back of Eric's shoulders.

The younger vampire steps back, eyes wide. He starts to sputter,

"Oh, shit, I'm sorry, Mr. Northman, I didn't know that you-- that she was-- y'know-- I just didn't-- sorry!"

And he disappears at vampire speed to cower for a bit in some dark corner of the club.

[onceaviking]

Eric turns back to Emcee and the bartender with a tiny smirk.

"And now that's settled, I'm sure Ben here can come up with a couple of interesting cocktails for you to try," Eric says. "And then you can always join Pam and I."

On the dais.

[i_am_your_host]

She has to admit, that was a little bit...hot, what Eric just did there.

Looking up at him, her own eyes wide but with amusement instead of terror, she considers the offer.

"Um. All right. Thank you, I will."

She kind of wants to jump on him again, but she restrains herself.

As she orders a colorfully-named cocktail (True Death), she can still feel everyone's eyes on her, even as the vampires give her a wide berth. The humans tend to hover as close as possible, hoping that by simply being near her, Eric will notice them as well.