OOM: Fangtasia

[onceaviking]

They made it through the door unseen and Eric handed Jay a slip of paper before practically pushing him out of the staff entrance door.

There was half an hour till opening time but a line had already formed outside the windowless, black painted building. Goths and punks and quite a few locals as well. The latter were especially rowdy, gathering their courage and riling each other up.

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[onceaviking]

"He did mention that," Pam says, sitting down at the edge of the desk.
It's been cleaned since they were in here last. The smell of blood and sex is still pretty heavy. Now it's just mixed with pine.

"Suits me fine. I like some genuine enthusiasm."

Her lipstick matches her dress perfectly and even through the latex dress you can tell her nipples are hard.

[runningred]

Jay smiles and toes off his boots, not stripped down more that that just yet. "Glad to hear it. Question is," He steps closer, dropping to his knees in front of her and running a gentle hand up her calf. "What else do you like?"

[onceaviking]

"I have always been partial to some genuine enthusiasm from that angle," she purrs, sounding not unlike Eric.

Should his hand venture further, he'll find that she doesn't believe in underwear.

[runningred]

The purr goes straight to the base of Jay's spine and moans softly. Showing no hesitation now he slides his hands up and under the dress. The wonderful thing about the marble skin of the vampire is the lack of sweat that would make latex stick.

He pushed the dress up to her hip, groaning again to find her naked beneath and buries his face in her sex. He devotes himself to pleasuring her with the same single-minded enthusiasm he showed the first time he blew Eric, focusing utterly on making her moan.

[onceaviking]

And Pam is far more responsive than Eric, moaning and undulating her hips to make sure that he reaches the good spots, the fingers of one hand firmly tangled in his hair.

One of her feet gets wedged between his thighs, so she can get a feel for where he's at. As it were.

[runningred]

And Jay loves it! Responding to her reactions and adapting gladly to make sure she gets exactly what she wants. Every tug on his hair makes him moan into her, such a slut for having his hair pulled.

He's hard as hell but able to hold off his own need while he's focused on hers but unable to resist rubbing himself against her smooth skin just a little.

[onceaviking]

She gasps, and then she is lifting him into the air, away from her, turning him over and slamming him down on the desk. Somehow landing on top of him.

Her grip is as bruising as Eric's.

"Can you fuck while being bitten? "she purrs into his ear.

[runningred]

"Oh fuck!" Being handled so strongly never falls to make Jay moan as he hits the desk.

He frees his hands, hastily wriggling out of his jeans and briefs. "Yes." He answers, his breath quick as he rubs against her, shifting his hips to be in just the right spot when she's ready to take him in.

[onceaviking]

She stays perched, brushing against him, as she says, "Be warned though, I'm not as gentle as Eric," and then she sheaths herself, in one long, fluid motion.

She is still clothed. The latex glistens as she moves, slowly at first.

Then her fangs come down.

[runningred]

Jay starts to say something about not needing gentle but it gets lost in a deep moan as she surrounds him. He looks up at her with a wild smile, running his hands up her latex clad waist and bears his neck, offering himself up.

[onceaviking]

And she strikes.

Her bite stings and burns and then she starts drinking, grinding against him, leisurely.

Her lips are softer than Eric's but she is either less careful or less skilled, for the burn doesn't subside as quickly as when Eric bites him.

[runningred]

Jay swears again, his eyes rolling a little in his head with the pleasure of her body and the pain of her bite. He slides his hands up, cupping the curves of her breasts through the dress as he rolls his hips to match her rhythm.

[onceaviking]

She sits back, moaning a little as the angle changes and he goes deeper.

She's just as cool deep inside.

Her lips are dark, smeared with his blood and her fangs shine against them.

[runningred]

Jay looks up at her, eyes shining with desire. He reaches up to brush his thumb over her blood stained lip, loving her wild beautiful. He offers his wrist as he pushes her hair back, moving his hips a little faster.

[onceaviking]

She takes the offered wrist and bites down, increasing her own pace. Snarling.

[runningred]

Jay can't help but moan, feeling her tighten around him as she bites down on his wrist. With his free hand, he strokes her nipples through her dress, curling circles around the hard peaks.

[onceaviking]

She drinks deeply and then tightens around him as she comes.
But she keeps moving.

She doesn't get sore. And she can keep going for ever.

[runningred]

Jay. on the other hand, can't. He cries out as she clenches around him, feeling her milk his own orgasm out of him. He cups her hip, trying to gently guide her to slow down a moment.

With Eric's blood in him and more powerful than before, he finds he doesn't soften but a moment to catch his breath wouldn't hurt.

[onceaviking]

Maybe this is how she kills people if she is nice about it.
Cause she doesn't slow noticeably down.

Why would she?

Grabbing tighter hold of his wrist. Biting him again.

"He's let you drink from him,"she whispers.

[runningred]

"Just a drop." Jay groans, trying to catch her rhythm again. Safer that way. "Enough to keep me upright." His voice breaks with a faltering moan.

[onceaviking]

"I think your break is over," Eric says from the doorway. And she stops moving.

"I am not done, "she says, not looking back at Eric.

" I know, "he says." But he is. "

She looks at him over her shoulder and then dismounts, letting Jay slip from her.

She pulls her skirt down and walks out of the room without a second glance at Jay.

[runningred]

There's no point looking back at Jay because he's just going to lay there for a moment and remember how to breath. He still has open bites on his wrist and shoulder and the start of some unfortunate friction burns elsewhere. He looks at Eric from his position sprawled out on the desk. There are a couple of smart-ass comments trying to line up on his tongue but he can't quite manage more than. "Wow."

[onceaviking]

"She gets that a lot," Eric says. Then he adds, "Pam, get back in here and clean up." Not raising his voice.

And she is back, bent over Jay and licking his wounds. Closing them.

[runningred]

Jay manages a thank you but mostly because he was brought up to be polite. Moving much he hasn't managed.

[onceaviking]

And then she is back at Eric. "Anything else?" The sarcasm practically drips from her words.

He tilts her face up with a finger beneath her chin.
"You missed a spot, "he says and brushes his lips across the corner of her mouth.

They stay like that briefly and then she is gone and Eric is towering over Jay.