Iceland - party at Haldur's

[onceaviking]

Haldur's house is situated at the outskirts of Reykjavik, with a view of the city lights on one side and the darkness of the Icelandic wilderness in the other. It's sleek and minimalistic, all metal beams and glass.

And right now it is filled to overflowing with guests, vampires and humans alike, spilling out if the open doors, trailing light and music and the smell of booze behind them.
At least the humans.

The vampires are as smooth and sleek as the house, each of them surrounded by a selection of attractive and attentive humans.
Haldur is a good host.

And really keen on white flowers.

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[lazy_but_loyal]

After Eric and Pam arrived and greeted their host, Pam was dreading with some annoyance the possibility that she'd have to actually go mingle with people. But within seconds of turning from Eric's side, she found that she'd already attracted a few humans without even trying. It almost seems as if they're lining up to meet her.

"Hello," says a smiling young man in accented English. He's blond and tanned, with a glass of red wine in his hand. His tailored dress shirt shows off a lean and muscular physique. "My name is Lars. And you are...?"

Pam takes him in with a quick flick of her eyes. For some reason he smells like grass and earth and...sparkling water? "Pam," she drawls. "Nice to meet you."

"These are my friends -- who I actually just met tonight," he chuckles, as he gestures to the two women with him. "This is Astrid, and this is Eva."

Astrid is also blonde and tanned, wearing a strapless black cocktail dress that accentuates her long, lithe figure. To Pam, she smells somewhat similar to Lars. They're probably outdoorsy types.

Eva, however, is shorter, brunette. She has a chocolate martini in hand, and the way she sips from it, she may need a refill soon.

She's going to be a sweet one.

[onceaviking]

Eric chats with their host for a little while and gets introduced to a couple of the local vampires.
Seeing that Pam is settling in, he lets himself be taken on the tour of the house.

It is clearly Haldur's great pride and joy.
That and the outdoor hot spring.

It's a very decorative hot spring.
"Good evening, Helen," Eric says with a small smile as he recognizes one of the mostly naked women in the water.
She returns the greeting and tells him that Magni is so sad that he was called into work. And then she introduces him to her girlfriends. Two in all. One with sleek brown curls, the other with (bottled) black hair and a pierced tongue.

[lazy_but_loyal]

Lars turns out to be a park ranger at Þingvellir National Park. And oh yes, a part-time underwear model. Of course he is.

Astrid is a skiing instructor and had once qualified for the Olympics as a cross-country skier. Pam certainly notices her shapely thighs under that tight little dress.

Pam turns to Eva, who is the least talkative of the three.

"And how about you?" Pam asks her. "What do you do?"

She finishes up her chocolate martini and guilelessly licks her lips.

"Me? I'm a curator at the Icelandic Phallological Museum." She grins. "Yes, it's a museum of penises."

Pam has to admit...fangbangers in Iceland are the best.

[onceaviking]

"Are you going to join us?" Helen asks. Sweetly.

"I'd love to," Eric purrs. "If you are sure there is room?"

They're sure. And the girls make extra sure, moving closer to each other. To make room.

Eric's eyebrow moves up, just a little.
Appreciatively.

"That is not a bad offer," Haldur says, amused. "I will leave you to it. I have some business that needs my attention. Sadly. Give my regards to your lovely Progeny."

And with that he leaves and Eric strips.
And now the young women are the appreciative ones.

[lazy_but_loyal]

While Lars darts off to fetch Eva another chocolate martini, Astrid compliments Pam on her dress, a dark red number with a halter bustier. Eva agrees as both women's eyes blatantly linger on Pam's pale, flawless bosom.

"I think you and I are just about the same size," Pam tells Astrid, stepping closer to her and sweeping a hand over her hip. Astrid's heartbeat picks up but she tries not to show it, even as she blushes behind her makeup. "I've got a few things that'll look hot on you."

"You can put them on me as long as you take them off again," Astrid murmurs.

Lars returns with Eva's chocolate martini, and she gratefully takes a big sip of it, though it does nothing to cool her down.

"Did I miss something?" he asks with a charming grin, sensing the attraction between Pam and Astrid.

"We were just talking fashion," Pam replies, smirking, as her gaze flicks down to his crotch. "So tell me, Lars, are you modeling any underwear now?"

He laughs and turns around. "Do you see any lines?" he says, smoothing out his tailored trousers over his nicely shaped ass.

Pam and Astrid are amused and impressed. Eva almost snorts her liquor.

"To be honest," he says in a low voice, turning to face them again, and sidling nearer, "I don't think anyone bothers to wear underwear to Haldur's parties."

They all have to agree.

[onceaviking]

Eric has settled down, his arms spread along the edge of the smooth, polished stone lining the pool, leaving plenty of room for Helen's friends to snuggle close, one on each side - and Helen pressed closed to the curly haired one on the other side.

She told him her name, but he wasn't really paying attention. He was too busy looking at the any her nipples suddenly hardened behind the thin fabric of her bikini top. Too busy listening to the way her blood thundered in her veins.

Besides, you don't need to know people's names to kiss them. Slowly, wetly, surrounded by the warmth of the water and the willing bodies.

[lazy_but_loyal]

It may seem that the other vampires here are so laid back that they don't even outright claim which humans are theirs. Nobody has to hunt, as there's more than enough for everyone. Why can't things be like this at Fangtasia? It would make Pam's job so much easier.

But it's apparent that Pam has found her humans for the evening. And the humans know this. Three is a nice number. Less chance of drinking too much from one of them when you have more bodies to feed on.

Astrid is really taken with Pam, and Pam can smell her eagerness already. In fact she can smell it on all of them. And sometimes it's hard to pick which one goes first.

So she picks Astrid, just to take the edge off. Or make it worse. Either way.

When the small talk has nowhere else to go, she pulls her close and kisses her. As they make out, Lars and Eva watch. Eva's free hand just happens to be resting on Lars's ass.

[onceaviking]

Haldur may have taken some time to impress the idea of old fashioned hospitality on his other guests.
He may also have told one or two that they would not be welcome at this particular gathering.

And so far, it really is the perfect evening.

Helens curly haired friend (her name is Mia apparently ) is eagerly kissing Eric while Helen is caressing her. And Eric shows appreciation for her handiwork by playing with one of her nipples. Long reach is a good thing.

His other hand is busy with Ragnhild's (the other friend ) hair. And she in turn is busy with his cock.

[lazy_but_loyal]

Pam breaks the kiss with a pleased hum, and with her arm around Astrid's waist, she coolly murmurs into her ear, "Who's next?"

Astrid's lusty gaze falls on Eva. "Ladies first."

Eva inhales a sharp breath and her big brown eyes become even wider. As Pam steps close to her, it becomes clear that Eva is just tall enough in heels so that her face reaches Pam's breasts. It's...a good height to be.

Pam thinks she's cute. The small ones seem to make up for a lot with enthusiasm. So she tips the woman's head back and leans in, kissing her deeply. Eva kisses her in return with said enthusiasm.

[onceaviking]

Eric lets down his fangs as Helen and Mia shifts around, with the latter ending up almost in his lap.

There's no sense in pretending that this is anything other than what it is.
Especially not when everyone seems to be on the same page.

And they certainly seem to be.

Icelandic fangbangers just are a different class than what you can drag out of the Louisiana bayou.

There's more (fanged) kissing during which the symbolic bikinis get removed.
Helen seems to be dealing remarkably well with the absence of her boyfriend, kissing Ragnhild as Eric kisses Mia.

[lazy_but_loyal]

And now, Lars. Lars is pretty, in a Jason Stackhouse kind of way. Except Lars has a brain.

Pam hooks her fingers down the front of his trousers and pulls him into a hard kiss. He grunts into her mouth at the force of it, but he yields to her, lightly resting his hands on her hips. She sweeps her palm over his crotch just to check where he's at -- yep, he's well on his way.

She breaks the kiss.

"Lets go outside," she suggests, coolly and casually as if she hadn't just made out with three people. "It's nice and dark."

Pam puts an arm around Eva's waist and sweeps her along, leading the other two through the room and out the glass doors. On this side of the house, beyond the soft glow of its lights and murmur of people's voices, there is nothing to see but the Icelandic wilderness for miles. For a moment, Pam is struck by how dark it actually is, for a city girl. But then all at once, she welcomes the darkness. And the darkness welcomes her.

A cushy bench in the shadows. Perfect.

Pam sits Eva down on it and drops fang. She wants to have a little taste before the extra sweetness of the chocolate fades. As for Eva, this is exactly why she was drinking chocolate martinis all night. As she bares her throat, Astrid sits behind her, pressing her body against hers; Lars does the same to Astrid, all of them eager voyeurs.

[onceaviking]

There are voyeurs at the poolside too, but they're watching from the deck chairs and the sun beds a little ways off.
The women are all too busy to be watching anything.

With each other.

With Eric.

He's bitten all of them by now, but they've been shallow bites. Fooling around bites. Now, with Helen and Mia getting down to business as it were, half submerged in the hot water, half on display against the black stones, he bites Ragnhild again. Properly. And as she keens, he reaches down to guide himself inside her.

She manages to be hotter still than the water, and it makes him moan against her skin.

Going slow takes effort.

There are sounds from the scattered onlookers.
Sighs.
Rustling.
Clothes getting dropped on the ground.

[lazy_but_loyal]

Pam bites Eva. It's a superficial bite, a nibble, really, and her blood trickles quickly into Pam's mouth. She purrs and holds Eva's head steady, while her other hand hooks one of her legs over her knee so she can reach up her skirt.

It's true, no underwear.

Eva utters a soft, gasping mewl. As Astrid watches, she gets more turned on, her breathing warm and heavy against Eva's ear. Lars kisses her bare shoulder and runs his hands up and down her sides. She moves his hands to cup her breasts.

The scents of blood and sex begin to fill the night air, rising with the steam from the hot springs.

[onceaviking]

Wet bodies are moving against each other in the water.

Wet and sleek and smeared with blood, tell-tale signs of the paths Eric's mouth is taking, across lips and collarbones and breasts.

Burying his fangs and his cock and his fingers in them, again and again, as they moan and scream and plead, as they touch and kiss each other, licking off their own blood and his from each other's bodies.

He goes down on Ragnhild, pushing her up and partly out of the water, and she lies there, eyes closed, her fingers smearing the blood into random, circular patterns on her torso, restlessly.

He bites down on her thigh and she bites don on her own hand, to.keep from screaming.

[lazy_but_loyal]

Eva's shallow bites have begun to clot, so now it's Astrid's turn, as she switches places with Eva. With am impatient whimper, Astrid reaches for the zipper on her dress. Eva obligingly and quickly undoes it for her, and she pushes down the top of her dress, baring her breasts for Pam.

Pam plants fanged kisses along her collarbone, lips still moist with Eva's blood. She cups one of Astrid's breasts in her cool hand, laving the stiffened nipple with her tongue. Supple and warm, she sinks her fangs into the soft flesh, and Astrid cries out, arching her back and pressing closer to Pam.

Eva gasps, the sensation of Pam's touch still lingering between her legs. She kisses the back of Astrid's neck, while reaching over to rub the front of Lars's trousers, growing tighter by the second.

[onceaviking]

Eric pulls his lips away from Ragnhild's bloody thigh and moans.

Amid the sensations crowding his senses, his mind, there is something deeper, something beyond mere physical excitement.

He can feel Pam.

[lazy_but_loyal]

The encompassing darkness, the pure night air, the fresh, clean blood from a warm body, cleaner than Pam has ever tasted in a long time -- it's the very basis of what it feels like to be a vampire.

Eric is across the way, in the hot spring, where something short of an orgy is going on. She feels him, senses him deep inside, a part of her whole being. A part of the night.

Pam slips her hand between Astrid's thighs and purrs with delight against her breast, as Astrid herself lets out a keening moan. At this, Lars has no choice but to undo his fly and let Eva work on his cock.

[onceaviking]

Everything is throbbing. Everything is warm.

Everything apart from the vampires, but deep in the water, surrounded by naked bodies, well fed and well fucking, even a vampire can pretend. To be warm. To throb.

He makes a deep, hungry, needy sound, as he moves away and lets Ragnhild slide back into the water, turning his attention to a very eager Mia, as Helen moves close to Ragnhild and kisses her.
Deeply.

[lazy_but_loyal]

Pam withdraws her fingers, leaving Astrid on the brink and wanting more. Nicking her tongue on a fang, she then starts to lick Astrid's wounds closed, because it's a fabulous excuse to lick and suck every last drop of blood off her beautiful perfect tit.

She raises her head with a contented rumble in her throat.

"C'mere, underwear boy," she purrs, patting the empty spot on her other side.

Lars exhales an excited breath as he obediently gets up and sits beside Pam. His cock is straining out of his pants.

Pam takes hold of it in her cool hand as if she owned it, and he utters a strangled cry, almost coming right there and then. She then grasps the side of his neck, leaning in close, and bites him. He shudders with pleasure as she drinks and strokes him with a possessive grip.

Astrid hasn't bothered to zip up her dress. Because now Eva has her arms around her from behind, as they both watch Pam and Lars. As Eva scrapes her teeth over Astrid's skin, she reaches between her legs to continue where Pam had left off. Astrid moans and leans back against her, gripping Eva's thighs.

It all smells wonderful to Pam.

[onceaviking]

Helen and Ragnhild are moving against each other, their wet bodies glistening in the light of the lamps, smelling of blood and sex. Their moans are soft and almost drowned out by the rhythmic slaps of Eric's coupling with Mia, fast and insistent.

Her screams are loud and trembling and occasionally muffled when Eric briefly moves his mouth away from her neck to kiss her, ravishing her mouth as thoroughly as he is ravishing the rest of her.

[lazy_but_loyal]

Lars tastes exactly how Pam thought he would, like the outdoors, green and earthy and fresh. She swallows hungrily, giving him a handjob that only a vampire could give. He doesn't last very long. He comes with a strained groan, his body going rigid, hot blood gushing into Pam's mouth.

Eva sighs into Astrid's ear, still stroking her deeply, until she exhales a keening whimper and goes limp against her body.

Pam withdraws her fangs and licks her lips, delicately wiping the corners of her mouth. This was just a couple of appetizers. She wants to get her fill.

"What say we go meet my Maker?" she suggests to the dazed and barely recovered humans.

[onceaviking]

Eric seems to be entirely focussed on the task at hand, in the pool, with Mia.
He is even being gallant enough to ensure that she's not getting hurt on the black stones, cupping the back of her head in one massive palm.

He is also fucking her like there is no tomorrow night.

Completely focused.

Though he does smile a little as he hears Pam speak.
She does have the best ideas.

[lazy_but_loyal]

As Lars gingerly tries to do up his fly, Eva zips up Astrid's dress while Pam adjusts it over her breasts just so.

Everyone's got some blood on them. Best way to meet a vampire.

Pam leads them over to the hot spring where she stands at its edge, watching Eric fuck one woman, while another woman makes out with Helen. Helen is too preoccupied at the moment to say hi.

Lars, Astrd, and Eva come up alongside her to admire the spectacle as well.

Pam points out the large, blond, broad-shouldered vampire.

"That's Eric Northman," she tells them, perhaps a bit smugly.

[onceaviking]

Eric continues moving his hip as he looks up.
His chin is bloody (messy eater) and there are smears of blood down his naked chest as well. A red treasure trail, one might say.

He lifts an eyebrow.
"Hello Pam. Hello Pam's little, tasty friends."
Mia shudders and trembles beneath him. Almost there.

[lazy_but_loyal]

Lars is somewhat awestruck. Real men want to be Eric; but since there's no way in hell that's happening, being fucked by him is the next best thing.

Astrid goes a little weak in the knees.

Eva wants to see his cock. (Partly for science, but mostly because she's really horny.)

They utter vague but distinctly eager greetings, their attention captured by all the blood, his pumping hips, and the woman caught in the throes of pleasure underneath him.

"When you're done there," Pam says to him conversationally, as if he wasn't in the middle of fucking someone, "I was thinking we could bring everyone back to the hotel." Including Eric's own little tasty friends.