Reminisce
You could never erase love or lust with anyone who wanted their imprint to remain. And Chelsea decided this fateful tryst of souls some hundreds of years ago. Caius had lost Elena to heartbreak. He refused the same for her reincarnated spirit now, who peacefully smiled in his embrace.
She deserved this world. Foolishly, predictably, Caius already promised it to several other women even if they no longer wanted things to work.
How could he demonstrate anger for his current lover and her choice, when his already took Chelsea’s away? Of course she was upset. Clarity only took a night without distraction. And now they had it for the first time in years. Daybreak was approaching, instinctively stinging his sleepy skin. Caius promised that her other partner would see her soon. Damn.
"I love you," he sighed while reluctantly stirring Chelsea for sunrise. "It’s time to get you home now."
Premature blizzards nearly sequestered them in Besenyo after their ill-planned reunion, nearly alone besides Bunica’s shy spirit form, so departure required swiftness. They still needed to recuperate from fucking so goddamn hard. Blonde hair and pert breasts rested exhaustedly onto Caius’ shoulder when she rejoined the conscious realm, holding him closely.
He affectionately kissed her on each cheek then dressed himself in minutes. Chelsea stretched, each beautiful breast like a beacon to his hungry eyes. She found herself flat upon their bed again and with an insatiable lover who ravished each one for dear life.
"Chelsea," Caius muttered gruffly, only pausing to warn that, "baby, baby, you’re so fucking pretty and I can’t take—get dressed. Let’s leave."
Chelsea winked and gracefully arched into his mouth, reaching for Heaven.
"I wish I had more willpower but one more moment of seeing you like this...and we’re not goin’ anywhere."
"I think you’re right, my love," she answered huskily, her voice so low and sultry now. "Same goes for you. Take us back to Bucharest first."
Caius took care to tidy the suite and grab any errant belongings before returning to the capital. He remembered the second of disbelief when Nik brought Chelsea into his life. The waiting game actually worked. Magic was real.
~ 2016, Brooklyn, New York City ~
Caius passed the joint back to his best friend with benefits and held back an emotional deluge, because tonight was a celebration. Vampires cared more about their 25th year than 21st. She asked about Elena again, which annoyed her elder endlessly. What was the point?
"I miss her so much, Nicole. I can’t explain it but I feel like she’s out there, after all this time. Asking about it isn’t gonna bring her back he—"
"Dope party, Nik’! Sorry I’m late, hon, thanks for inviting me!" Chelsea greeted them effervescently, and waved at the pair. Her winged eyes darted on Caius more so as Nicole hugged her and beamed.
"You’re always busy so wow! Sorry for nothing, just kick back and meet some folks. This is—" Nicole said.
"Caius," he and Chelsea blurted simultaneously.
"You know me?" Caius asked her.
"Yes," the shorter blonde veela stammered in shy tones. "Well, Nikki’s really proud of you and I’ve seen you around. I’m Chelsea or Saoirse Greenham."
"Saoirse. Gorgeous all around, pleasure to see you," Caius said as his eyes twinkled excitedly. This was Elena. She may not have known, but his heart told the truth.
Nicole took her cue on a knowing exit indoors, one devious glimpse before calling Mattieu to smoke. "See y’all later on. Seems like you’re fast friends!"
Chelsea covered her mouth and laughed, turning to say bye before Caius gently caught her hand in his.
"She wants us to talk. She’s not mad," he reassured her mid-flight. Chelsea cleared her throat and he stammered. They were still linked by the pinky. The veela smirked and stayed with him.
“Do you wanna let go now?” Chelsea teased mercilessly, despite her own curiosity and desire.
“Not really. So tell me, how did you meet in the city? I wanna know you.” Hells, I do. Let me taste once more…
His impromptu ‘reunion’ had admittedly started at such an abrupt pace that Caius could only hope. She twirled long ribbons along each finger throughout their rooftop reverie.
“Nicole had the same major so we just ran into each other and had some funny chats, good projects so many times, I wanted to be friends. Y’know New England is my home—meeting anybody is hard. Yes, even if you’re a hot hippie,” Chelsea interjected prior to Caius’ exact counter-argument.
“Why would she care about all that, silly? That’s when we clicked.”
How her odd ways and open answers, shrewd green eyes charmed him.
“Why are you so cool with me after thirty seconds?” He braved the waters and released his lover’s warm palm, more comfortable than years before tonight. Caius did not give a fuck. If Elena felt for him, it need be knowledge. Then again she transparently spurred the flirtation. He joked lustfully.
“I could be a nightwing, Chelsea, and here you look so good.” He winked as Chelsea cracked up expeditiously.
“Guess there was the moment and vibe to be, big guy,” she eventually whispered into his ear and stood on her toes. He dismissed the delicious reflex to trap Saoirse nearer by the flared waist among many other thoughts. “Get used to it. I trust you. Nikki does, why not?” Her blonde hair favored lavender and rosemary under his nose. Soft as satin.
They spent an hour there before either fully registered. Though he could not resist the ample platform to compliment Chelsea one more time. She positively savored his attention which further drove Caius into darkness.
“Young miss, you really do look so good.” Like follow me to the next empty room good. And hop on my face then dick.
He opportunistically offered balance as the skyline captivated a ***** Chelsea. She was wild as a valkyrie.
“You look good. I bet…you would let me sit on your shoulders…”
Caius was ten seconds from completely folding and holding her hostage to eat precisely there, no one else but they two when—
“and peep the skyline a little better.” He almost slapped undead forehead to brick for jumping the gun. Yet her pouty whimpers and definite arousal would attest to Chelsea’s identical fantasies. Caius beckoned her. She fearfully gripped him as if his body couldn’t throw 100 times her weight. Baby girl sat agape afterward.
“Seems so easy, mister,” she spoke graciously. Her honey was seeping slightly through denim. Jesus. He gripped Chelsea’s thighs roughly to steady, not imagining the moan either.
The strength is. Restraint is not.
It turned 2:00 soon. Chelsea promised to reconnect soon and found other friends. The conversations and night turned quite lascivious. More people went home or openly started to fuck in company. You could stay to watch, or talk while backshots were dominating the background. Only the naughty remained awake by 3:00.
Selita paused Shameless on an XXX moment and aggravatedly crossed her arms. She was an ambitious Brooklynite who gave life all she had, and currently had enough of pretending.
Inara was totally blacked out on Mattieu’s lap outside, he snored against her shoulder. Nicole intended for waking them but Caius shook his head. "Leave them. It won’t hurt."
The friends ventured back to the Aquarian princesses who chatted about very lurid topics, one he pondered too. Chelsea languidly opened up her folded legs, golden locks contrast to deep emerald sheets.
"So you think the majority of humanoids are just naturally polygamous? Like, straight up swing? I don’t just mean us," Chelsea tested.
What, Chelsea was a swinger? Obviously. You idiot.
Nicole shrugged and yawned. "I wouldn’t doubt it. We only stuck to one person because we stopped moving as much."
Weed and another source of haze makes the vampire's eyes progressively lower. This was too good.
"YES," Selita asserts, slurring slightly and standing up to leave. "Look at divorce rates, how many couples have threesomes! Everyone wants to bang everyone. Right?"
An incredibly characteristic silence took over the entire room, until Nicole intervened on behalf of Mary Jane. Chelsea bit her lip as Caius stood near them. Selita leaned against the wall.
"What's wrong with being open if it's with people you know, have chemistry with?" She pressed longingly.
The room is thickened tension now, anticipatory pauses underneath everyone’s stares. Chelsea tapped her finger to a warming smile, not unlike a predatory cat. Caius began to really eye her.
Chelsea whistled appreciatively at him.
"Oh, don't you worry, big guy." She mused seductively. "Plenty of attention to go around..."
Chelsea screeched in delight when her feet left the tiled floor. "Nicole, your friend!"
His Turkic eyes catalogued every expression, the joy as they held each other.
Nicole had been aghast and literally dripping from vicarious horniness. "I mean...I’m just gonna watch! You should see you two, dude."
Chelsea fell silent at her newfound/long-lost lover’s ravenous expression. Caius growled, nipping her neck and quivering chest so tenderly.
"Those teeth," she sighed. "My God." A strong, surging laugh emerged from Caius, and he apologized for it.
"I'm not laughing at you. That face. The one I’ve loved before tonight. I’ll explain later."
Selita pouted in desire for attention, so he placed Chelsea on the bed. Her saucy friend is wrapped around him in seconds.
"I..." Selita stuttered.
"I know what you want. You'll get your well-deserved attention. But Chelsea, I’ve waited for lifetimes."
Caius’ kisses spread along her darker collarbone thoughtfully, dipping lower before long. Selita's long-nailed hands caressed his shaved head, three-inch fangs jutted in full force. They both reared in shock.
"You’re a vamp like Nik and Mattieu. I had no idea."
"Thought I was human? You and she are drawn to danger, so to me. Don’t lie."
Chelsea shimmies off orange halter straps just as oral sampling takes a shoulder venture.
"Please don’t stop what you’re doing, oh my God..." Caius groaned.
The Romanian strigoi was transfixed in place. Chelsea abandoned all pretense before their very eyes. Perky breasts reconvened with the cool air, so goosebumps were roaming across her sunny skin. Selita shimmied to Chelsea and touched those curves. Caius only knelt slightly so bearded face could bury into her cleavage, lifting again. He cursed aloud.
Temperatures rose by the minute. Chelsea’s lover ripped the remaining clothes from her impatient body.
"How'd I get so lucky?" Caius asked incredulously, wildly. His teeth could no longer retract under such lustful conditions. "Fuck, I’m gonna pound you two so good, please you just right."
He clapped them both intently on the ass. Soon it progressed to working two fingers between each beautiful woman's inner thighs, hearing them moan, feeling their readiness. The tension was wild and unspoken. "Moan for me some mooore, Chelsea, Selita. Oh, yeahhh!"
Caius melted as the two slutty darlings arranged themselves onto the messy queen-sized mattress for him. He obviously came to Chelsea before the official beginning. They shared a hot kiss, she blushed and looked away. His roughened fingers caught her chin and brought her gaze back to red, inquisitive eyes. "What is it? Am I pressuring you? I can stop."
Caius started to regret his overeager attitude, carnal communion with her altogether. Then Chelsea wove her arms around his neck and moaned "No. I just want you so bad, and I feel like I always have, and I don’t know why. I wanna be fucked hard."
That was the absolute fucking last straw. No one could hear that and resist the urge to satisfy. Selita whispered 'Aww', squealing into her mouth as Caius fleetingly fumbled on entry then filled Chelsea to the brim. Their foreheads touched and he pulled out to indulge the young women interchangeably. They clung to sheets, sweaty shoulders, each other very erotically.
"You don’t want us to come, daddy. You need it, don’t you?" Selita thought aloud. Caius traced her jawline with long tongue. She nearly fainted, each kohl-rimmed eye fluttering for the sensation.
"You’ll start to tell. When we need, we emit a scent. Everyone can smell it. Not everyone responds...when YOU girls need...instinct and chemistry, that our needs sync. MmMMM."
"You needing now, Caius babe?" Chelsea inquired cutely. Consequent countenance and his effortless drag on Selita would make her a less talkative girl.
"Silly slut. Am I needing now, she asks me. What d'you think, bad girls?" Caius roared while balls-deep in Chelsea’s other best friend, Selita. He was too far gone in pleasure’s throes to be polite anymore. And Chelsea definitely liked the role play.
"Silly slut?! You’re fucking us, old man."
"I am," Caius agreed. "And I asked, what do you THINK?" The accentuated word has two hearty strokes till her deliciously tight climax to match. Caius kissed Chelsea's spine as she's sandwiched sexually and locked an arm around her neck.
"You're needing a-a lot!" Selita answered headily, craving touch again. Caius caught his breath.
"Chelsea, lemme get to her."
Chelsea happily joined in the oral tag-team. Selita's giggles and caresses goaded both, her thick arms resting around their lovers. Now no more games. The Aquarian beauty moaned ever louder, much more tactile as he went. She squealed when Caius pinned her tightly.
~ Thirty Minutes Later ~
Chelsea's pretty pussy slid and squirt on one diabolical tongue, the ever-energetic Selita throating his dick. There they were on Nicole’s spacious bed like Reality Kings.
"Please, babies, come," he begged grittily between dining, large hands in both their hair. Long freckled legs part further when Chelsea shows the rules can change. "Come, come, come."
His lover held shaved head hostage, and Caius gripped her derriere in turn. Selita took a salaciously deep breath once Caius' cock could be freed, quite drenched after their escapade. Chelsea grinned and raised her eyebrow. She had some inkling of the next chapter now.
"CAIUS, what about me-ohhhh!!!" Her breath hitched, said vampire clutched Selita's hair. She needed no persuasion to stare while fucking Caius however. Down and hard that his hold forced a stunning Selita. It took no time for unrestrained sex smacks to fill the space. Nicole had fallen asleep regardless. They did not take it personally. 4:00 AM and fucking strong.
"Baby, I told you I know what you want. OOOF, I got you. GodDAMN."
"Cai-us, mmmmm yeahhh!!" Selita moaned shrilly, all wide almond eyes and pretty brown skin that jiggled as she rode dick steadily, strongly, no pausing. Her hips were like the stormy ocean.
"FUCK, Selita, baby-ugggh!" Caius screamed. Pussy juice poured along his hungry bone, prior seed.
"Deeper. Take me deeper. Mmm, and Chelsea, take my tongue..."
Chelsea pleads in pre-climax, she was fed by constant snarls and harsh but loving smacks on her pussy, each ass cheek and thigh. "Caius! AH, left, mmhmm, OOH hehe wow..."
"Exactly, Saoirse. Let it go in my mouth. Honey flowing, you close?" He teased Chelsea. Her cheeks were spanked incessantly.
"You know, you knooow, OH CAIUS," she whines. And Caius dutifully knew to stay the course, just like Selita taking that thickness deeply on top. "Selita, you’re turning me on too."
"Such a sight for sore eyes, ain’t she? Both of you," the older vampire whispered, glimpsing future covenesses one by one as his claw slips three fingers within Chelsea.
Chelsea blushes brightly as she beholds Selita. The buxom Black babe cannot stop bouncing on hardness, even if ordered her to. The younger woman is somewhere far away.
"Caiusss, Caius, you make me cum!" Selita cried like a schoolgirl. And he did make her, torrential rivers down his legs and sore sack. A ride well-worth it in his opinion.
Chelsea flooded Caius' face with her free-flowing orgasm, riding his beard. Only thirsty grunts could answer her for a while. He used tongue to lazily clean facial hair.
"Mister vampire, that was unfair," Chelsea complained to him. She delicately skated down his shoulder. Here is the sex sprite, Elena. Never enough. Selita crawled out of his lap and tiredly mentions that it’s time for bed.
"Thanks for the ride, daddy," she assured flirtatiously and shuffled off to the bathroom, where Inara was now taking it from Mattieu. Chelsea was the only woman in Caius’ sights now.
"You want to fuck again," he dared to voice and what was her reply but "you, yes, always"?
~ Twenty Minutes Later ~
He finally got her into missionary, Saoirse, so those feline green eyes were pleading in the best way while Caius dug her out so deeply that she cried underneath him. Absolutely perfect.
"Caius, so ATTENTIVE." Chelsea breathed, clearly thrilled with her nail's imprint on his tattooed back. He was. She loved recounting her favorite parts of sex. Caius groaned prolongedly, the challenge too real.
"How old are you, Caius? Really. I can never resist hot men with some years. 60? 100?"
Caius clambered onto his knees, taut hold around her hips per stroke. He increased the pace slowly, and gave Chelsea room to adjust. Melodious moans, her nails pierced skin.
"Old enough to remember the Soviet Union starting. 170. I could be your great-grandfather! Oh, God. Oh God," he moaned and laughed tenderly. "You have no idea how long I wanted this, pretty lil’ mama."
Foreheads touch for another minute as Chelsea drags her lustrous nails over his chest.
"So I was here before?" She tested softly and bleated rather loudly as Caius adjusted his angle. He nodded adamantly, said nothing as her thoughts spilled forth.
"And you found me now. That’s why I knew your name. I wasn’t being truthful. Nicole never showed me your picture. I just...knew it had to be you," Chelsea revealed as Caius wiped her eyes.
"I knew it was you too. Unmistakable. My fallen angel," he moaned, still quite deeply lodged.
Chelsea arched and held onto his war-marred arms. "So many scars, Caius. What happened?"
"Al-Battuta Wars, Bolshevik Revolution, Romanian one. And I’m technically still alive," he reminisced pridefully. Chelsea is afraid of nothing, not even the undead.
"You've been running things a while...getting experienced, hmmmm?" She seduced so easily. Chelsea and Caius, lost to one another's deep desire, slaves to mutual lust. He shared her lips like a meal to be devoured.
"Gurita, give me!" He dove restless hands into golden hair.
"Gurita?"
"Sweet mouth, baby. Romanian. Taste so good."
His fangs pierced her shoulder and Caius shushed her softly with a lick on the pearling red dots.
"I know enough not to turn if it isn't wanted. Let go for me. I'll be good, promise."
Chelsea clutches his shoulders cautiously as her legs were placed around Caius.
"Protect you...respect your pussy. I won’t make you like me. You choose to be like me."
She crooked her finger at him after a beat.
"Bite me, please," Chelsea cooed excitedly, then she shrieked. Caius wasted no time to break skin lightly on her breast.
"You wanted to drink from there?" she ensured. Chelsea is dazed about his sucking. "Fuuuck."
"Sweet as your lips. May be sweeter. Oh, fuck baby!" Her pussy takes Caius obligingly, hungrily.
"Oh, BABY. Chelsea. Chelsea! Perfect," he obsessed through huge incisors in her neck.
She threw her arms helplessly down to either side, giggling.
"Keep this ass spread for me?" came Caius' gravelly request. Chelsea obeyed, so beautiful in her lusty freedom.
"Caius, I've never felt this hot for anyone!"
"First for me too, sexy slut. Got me deep in that cunt. YES, baby, give me that tight," he obsessed repeatedly. "Let me pound it, Chelsea!"
"Yesss, oh my—yes," she agreed as they both observed her empty/full pussy unashamedly, harder and faster thrusts. "YES, the way you fuck me, you're so fucking GOOD."
Her enthusiasm stoked a fire that led to Chelsea's ass up high, and face in her friend’s pillow.
"Ah," she squeaked when Caius parted her knees and moved flush to cheeks. She rolled her back sensuously. He shuddered from arousal alone.
"Stay there, mea curva." Caius formed a fist in her mussed blonde locks after gathering them. She pivoted and the dance continued. Chelsea's face was delicately positioned as her lover guided gazes together. A soft tug on Chelsea's pretty hair and she glanced back adoringly.
"Getting there, big guyyy, thanks to you-OOH!" She winked her eye and asshole, a killer move.
"Me too! Saoirse! Baby!! Come on—"
The blonde elicits higher-pitched yelps, her beautiful body undulating in time. She finishes on him for the fourth time, a powerful and cathartic peak. But he has to be careful now.
"Not inside this time Caius! THERE-"
"UHHH, DAMN, you’re Heavennn, fuck! FUCK!" He hastily painted Chelsea's derriere, copious white. She sprawled as Caius stepped off of the bed and stood before her, forgetting how to speak. Chelsea sucked off all six-and-half inches at will, almost gagging. He all but buckled to the floor.
"CHELSEA, I tap out, I give up! You win, baby."
Nicole awoke in time for illicit whispers about cleaning off, one more quickie and time to go home.
"You're impossible, Caius. I like you." She watched happily as he and Chelsea held hands before vaporizing.
She deserved this world. Foolishly, predictably, Caius already promised it to several other women even if they no longer wanted things to work.
How could he demonstrate anger for his current lover and her choice, when his already took Chelsea’s away? Of course she was upset. Clarity only took a night without distraction. And now they had it for the first time in years. Daybreak was approaching, instinctively stinging his sleepy skin. Caius promised that her other partner would see her soon. Damn.
"I love you," he sighed while reluctantly stirring Chelsea for sunrise. "It’s time to get you home now."
Premature blizzards nearly sequestered them in Besenyo after their ill-planned reunion, nearly alone besides Bunica’s shy spirit form, so departure required swiftness. They still needed to recuperate from fucking so goddamn hard. Blonde hair and pert breasts rested exhaustedly onto Caius’ shoulder when she rejoined the conscious realm, holding him closely.
He affectionately kissed her on each cheek then dressed himself in minutes. Chelsea stretched, each beautiful breast like a beacon to his hungry eyes. She found herself flat upon their bed again and with an insatiable lover who ravished each one for dear life.
"Chelsea," Caius muttered gruffly, only pausing to warn that, "baby, baby, you’re so fucking pretty and I can’t take—get dressed. Let’s leave."
Chelsea winked and gracefully arched into his mouth, reaching for Heaven.
"I wish I had more willpower but one more moment of seeing you like this...and we’re not goin’ anywhere."
"I think you’re right, my love," she answered huskily, her voice so low and sultry now. "Same goes for you. Take us back to Bucharest first."
Caius took care to tidy the suite and grab any errant belongings before returning to the capital. He remembered the second of disbelief when Nik brought Chelsea into his life. The waiting game actually worked. Magic was real.
~ 2016, Brooklyn, New York City ~
Caius passed the joint back to his best friend with benefits and held back an emotional deluge, because tonight was a celebration. Vampires cared more about their 25th year than 21st. She asked about Elena again, which annoyed her elder endlessly. What was the point?
"I miss her so much, Nicole. I can’t explain it but I feel like she’s out there, after all this time. Asking about it isn’t gonna bring her back he—"
"Dope party, Nik’! Sorry I’m late, hon, thanks for inviting me!" Chelsea greeted them effervescently, and waved at the pair. Her winged eyes darted on Caius more so as Nicole hugged her and beamed.
"You’re always busy so wow! Sorry for nothing, just kick back and meet some folks. This is—" Nicole said.
"Caius," he and Chelsea blurted simultaneously.
"You know me?" Caius asked her.
"Yes," the shorter blonde veela stammered in shy tones. "Well, Nikki’s really proud of you and I’ve seen you around. I’m Chelsea or Saoirse Greenham."
"Saoirse. Gorgeous all around, pleasure to see you," Caius said as his eyes twinkled excitedly. This was Elena. She may not have known, but his heart told the truth.
Nicole took her cue on a knowing exit indoors, one devious glimpse before calling Mattieu to smoke. "See y’all later on. Seems like you’re fast friends!"
Chelsea covered her mouth and laughed, turning to say bye before Caius gently caught her hand in his.
"She wants us to talk. She’s not mad," he reassured her mid-flight. Chelsea cleared her throat and he stammered. They were still linked by the pinky. The veela smirked and stayed with him.
“Do you wanna let go now?” Chelsea teased mercilessly, despite her own curiosity and desire.
“Not really. So tell me, how did you meet in the city? I wanna know you.” Hells, I do. Let me taste once more…
His impromptu ‘reunion’ had admittedly started at such an abrupt pace that Caius could only hope. She twirled long ribbons along each finger throughout their rooftop reverie.
“Nicole had the same major so we just ran into each other and had some funny chats, good projects so many times, I wanted to be friends. Y’know New England is my home—meeting anybody is hard. Yes, even if you’re a hot hippie,” Chelsea interjected prior to Caius’ exact counter-argument.
“Why would she care about all that, silly? That’s when we clicked.”
How her odd ways and open answers, shrewd green eyes charmed him.
“Why are you so cool with me after thirty seconds?” He braved the waters and released his lover’s warm palm, more comfortable than years before tonight. Caius did not give a fuck. If Elena felt for him, it need be knowledge. Then again she transparently spurred the flirtation. He joked lustfully.
“I could be a nightwing, Chelsea, and here you look so good.” He winked as Chelsea cracked up expeditiously.
“Guess there was the moment and vibe to be, big guy,” she eventually whispered into his ear and stood on her toes. He dismissed the delicious reflex to trap Saoirse nearer by the flared waist among many other thoughts. “Get used to it. I trust you. Nikki does, why not?” Her blonde hair favored lavender and rosemary under his nose. Soft as satin.
They spent an hour there before either fully registered. Though he could not resist the ample platform to compliment Chelsea one more time. She positively savored his attention which further drove Caius into darkness.
“Young miss, you really do look so good.” Like follow me to the next empty room good. And hop on my face then dick.
He opportunistically offered balance as the skyline captivated a ***** Chelsea. She was wild as a valkyrie.
“You look good. I bet…you would let me sit on your shoulders…”
Caius was ten seconds from completely folding and holding her hostage to eat precisely there, no one else but they two when—
“and peep the skyline a little better.” He almost slapped undead forehead to brick for jumping the gun. Yet her pouty whimpers and definite arousal would attest to Chelsea’s identical fantasies. Caius beckoned her. She fearfully gripped him as if his body couldn’t throw 100 times her weight. Baby girl sat agape afterward.
“Seems so easy, mister,” she spoke graciously. Her honey was seeping slightly through denim. Jesus. He gripped Chelsea’s thighs roughly to steady, not imagining the moan either.
The strength is. Restraint is not.
It turned 2:00 soon. Chelsea promised to reconnect soon and found other friends. The conversations and night turned quite lascivious. More people went home or openly started to fuck in company. You could stay to watch, or talk while backshots were dominating the background. Only the naughty remained awake by 3:00.
Selita paused Shameless on an XXX moment and aggravatedly crossed her arms. She was an ambitious Brooklynite who gave life all she had, and currently had enough of pretending.
Inara was totally blacked out on Mattieu’s lap outside, he snored against her shoulder. Nicole intended for waking them but Caius shook his head. "Leave them. It won’t hurt."
The friends ventured back to the Aquarian princesses who chatted about very lurid topics, one he pondered too. Chelsea languidly opened up her folded legs, golden locks contrast to deep emerald sheets.
"So you think the majority of humanoids are just naturally polygamous? Like, straight up swing? I don’t just mean us," Chelsea tested.
What, Chelsea was a swinger? Obviously. You idiot.
Nicole shrugged and yawned. "I wouldn’t doubt it. We only stuck to one person because we stopped moving as much."
Weed and another source of haze makes the vampire's eyes progressively lower. This was too good.
"YES," Selita asserts, slurring slightly and standing up to leave. "Look at divorce rates, how many couples have threesomes! Everyone wants to bang everyone. Right?"
An incredibly characteristic silence took over the entire room, until Nicole intervened on behalf of Mary Jane. Chelsea bit her lip as Caius stood near them. Selita leaned against the wall.
"What's wrong with being open if it's with people you know, have chemistry with?" She pressed longingly.
The room is thickened tension now, anticipatory pauses underneath everyone’s stares. Chelsea tapped her finger to a warming smile, not unlike a predatory cat. Caius began to really eye her.
Chelsea whistled appreciatively at him.
"Oh, don't you worry, big guy." She mused seductively. "Plenty of attention to go around..."
Chelsea screeched in delight when her feet left the tiled floor. "Nicole, your friend!"
His Turkic eyes catalogued every expression, the joy as they held each other.
Nicole had been aghast and literally dripping from vicarious horniness. "I mean...I’m just gonna watch! You should see you two, dude."
Chelsea fell silent at her newfound/long-lost lover’s ravenous expression. Caius growled, nipping her neck and quivering chest so tenderly.
"Those teeth," she sighed. "My God." A strong, surging laugh emerged from Caius, and he apologized for it.
"I'm not laughing at you. That face. The one I’ve loved before tonight. I’ll explain later."
Selita pouted in desire for attention, so he placed Chelsea on the bed. Her saucy friend is wrapped around him in seconds.
"I..." Selita stuttered.
"I know what you want. You'll get your well-deserved attention. But Chelsea, I’ve waited for lifetimes."
Caius’ kisses spread along her darker collarbone thoughtfully, dipping lower before long. Selita's long-nailed hands caressed his shaved head, three-inch fangs jutted in full force. They both reared in shock.
"You’re a vamp like Nik and Mattieu. I had no idea."
"Thought I was human? You and she are drawn to danger, so to me. Don’t lie."
Chelsea shimmies off orange halter straps just as oral sampling takes a shoulder venture.
"Please don’t stop what you’re doing, oh my God..." Caius groaned.
The Romanian strigoi was transfixed in place. Chelsea abandoned all pretense before their very eyes. Perky breasts reconvened with the cool air, so goosebumps were roaming across her sunny skin. Selita shimmied to Chelsea and touched those curves. Caius only knelt slightly so bearded face could bury into her cleavage, lifting again. He cursed aloud.
Temperatures rose by the minute. Chelsea’s lover ripped the remaining clothes from her impatient body.
"How'd I get so lucky?" Caius asked incredulously, wildly. His teeth could no longer retract under such lustful conditions. "Fuck, I’m gonna pound you two so good, please you just right."
He clapped them both intently on the ass. Soon it progressed to working two fingers between each beautiful woman's inner thighs, hearing them moan, feeling their readiness. The tension was wild and unspoken. "Moan for me some mooore, Chelsea, Selita. Oh, yeahhh!"
Caius melted as the two slutty darlings arranged themselves onto the messy queen-sized mattress for him. He obviously came to Chelsea before the official beginning. They shared a hot kiss, she blushed and looked away. His roughened fingers caught her chin and brought her gaze back to red, inquisitive eyes. "What is it? Am I pressuring you? I can stop."
Caius started to regret his overeager attitude, carnal communion with her altogether. Then Chelsea wove her arms around his neck and moaned "No. I just want you so bad, and I feel like I always have, and I don’t know why. I wanna be fucked hard."
That was the absolute fucking last straw. No one could hear that and resist the urge to satisfy. Selita whispered 'Aww', squealing into her mouth as Caius fleetingly fumbled on entry then filled Chelsea to the brim. Their foreheads touched and he pulled out to indulge the young women interchangeably. They clung to sheets, sweaty shoulders, each other very erotically.
"You don’t want us to come, daddy. You need it, don’t you?" Selita thought aloud. Caius traced her jawline with long tongue. She nearly fainted, each kohl-rimmed eye fluttering for the sensation.
"You’ll start to tell. When we need, we emit a scent. Everyone can smell it. Not everyone responds...when YOU girls need...instinct and chemistry, that our needs sync. MmMMM."
"You needing now, Caius babe?" Chelsea inquired cutely. Consequent countenance and his effortless drag on Selita would make her a less talkative girl.
"Silly slut. Am I needing now, she asks me. What d'you think, bad girls?" Caius roared while balls-deep in Chelsea’s other best friend, Selita. He was too far gone in pleasure’s throes to be polite anymore. And Chelsea definitely liked the role play.
"Silly slut?! You’re fucking us, old man."
"I am," Caius agreed. "And I asked, what do you THINK?" The accentuated word has two hearty strokes till her deliciously tight climax to match. Caius kissed Chelsea's spine as she's sandwiched sexually and locked an arm around her neck.
"You're needing a-a lot!" Selita answered headily, craving touch again. Caius caught his breath.
"Chelsea, lemme get to her."
Chelsea happily joined in the oral tag-team. Selita's giggles and caresses goaded both, her thick arms resting around their lovers. Now no more games. The Aquarian beauty moaned ever louder, much more tactile as he went. She squealed when Caius pinned her tightly.
~ Thirty Minutes Later ~
Chelsea's pretty pussy slid and squirt on one diabolical tongue, the ever-energetic Selita throating his dick. There they were on Nicole’s spacious bed like Reality Kings.
"Please, babies, come," he begged grittily between dining, large hands in both their hair. Long freckled legs part further when Chelsea shows the rules can change. "Come, come, come."
His lover held shaved head hostage, and Caius gripped her derriere in turn. Selita took a salaciously deep breath once Caius' cock could be freed, quite drenched after their escapade. Chelsea grinned and raised her eyebrow. She had some inkling of the next chapter now.
"CAIUS, what about me-ohhhh!!!" Her breath hitched, said vampire clutched Selita's hair. She needed no persuasion to stare while fucking Caius however. Down and hard that his hold forced a stunning Selita. It took no time for unrestrained sex smacks to fill the space. Nicole had fallen asleep regardless. They did not take it personally. 4:00 AM and fucking strong.
"Baby, I told you I know what you want. OOOF, I got you. GodDAMN."
"Cai-us, mmmmm yeahhh!!" Selita moaned shrilly, all wide almond eyes and pretty brown skin that jiggled as she rode dick steadily, strongly, no pausing. Her hips were like the stormy ocean.
"FUCK, Selita, baby-ugggh!" Caius screamed. Pussy juice poured along his hungry bone, prior seed.
"Deeper. Take me deeper. Mmm, and Chelsea, take my tongue..."
Chelsea pleads in pre-climax, she was fed by constant snarls and harsh but loving smacks on her pussy, each ass cheek and thigh. "Caius! AH, left, mmhmm, OOH hehe wow..."
"Exactly, Saoirse. Let it go in my mouth. Honey flowing, you close?" He teased Chelsea. Her cheeks were spanked incessantly.
"You know, you knooow, OH CAIUS," she whines. And Caius dutifully knew to stay the course, just like Selita taking that thickness deeply on top. "Selita, you’re turning me on too."
"Such a sight for sore eyes, ain’t she? Both of you," the older vampire whispered, glimpsing future covenesses one by one as his claw slips three fingers within Chelsea.
Chelsea blushes brightly as she beholds Selita. The buxom Black babe cannot stop bouncing on hardness, even if ordered her to. The younger woman is somewhere far away.
"Caiusss, Caius, you make me cum!" Selita cried like a schoolgirl. And he did make her, torrential rivers down his legs and sore sack. A ride well-worth it in his opinion.
Chelsea flooded Caius' face with her free-flowing orgasm, riding his beard. Only thirsty grunts could answer her for a while. He used tongue to lazily clean facial hair.
"Mister vampire, that was unfair," Chelsea complained to him. She delicately skated down his shoulder. Here is the sex sprite, Elena. Never enough. Selita crawled out of his lap and tiredly mentions that it’s time for bed.
"Thanks for the ride, daddy," she assured flirtatiously and shuffled off to the bathroom, where Inara was now taking it from Mattieu. Chelsea was the only woman in Caius’ sights now.
"You want to fuck again," he dared to voice and what was her reply but "you, yes, always"?
~ Twenty Minutes Later ~
He finally got her into missionary, Saoirse, so those feline green eyes were pleading in the best way while Caius dug her out so deeply that she cried underneath him. Absolutely perfect.
"Caius, so ATTENTIVE." Chelsea breathed, clearly thrilled with her nail's imprint on his tattooed back. He was. She loved recounting her favorite parts of sex. Caius groaned prolongedly, the challenge too real.
"How old are you, Caius? Really. I can never resist hot men with some years. 60? 100?"
Caius clambered onto his knees, taut hold around her hips per stroke. He increased the pace slowly, and gave Chelsea room to adjust. Melodious moans, her nails pierced skin.
"Old enough to remember the Soviet Union starting. 170. I could be your great-grandfather! Oh, God. Oh God," he moaned and laughed tenderly. "You have no idea how long I wanted this, pretty lil’ mama."
Foreheads touch for another minute as Chelsea drags her lustrous nails over his chest.
"So I was here before?" She tested softly and bleated rather loudly as Caius adjusted his angle. He nodded adamantly, said nothing as her thoughts spilled forth.
"And you found me now. That’s why I knew your name. I wasn’t being truthful. Nicole never showed me your picture. I just...knew it had to be you," Chelsea revealed as Caius wiped her eyes.
"I knew it was you too. Unmistakable. My fallen angel," he moaned, still quite deeply lodged.
Chelsea arched and held onto his war-marred arms. "So many scars, Caius. What happened?"
"Al-Battuta Wars, Bolshevik Revolution, Romanian one. And I’m technically still alive," he reminisced pridefully. Chelsea is afraid of nothing, not even the undead.
"You've been running things a while...getting experienced, hmmmm?" She seduced so easily. Chelsea and Caius, lost to one another's deep desire, slaves to mutual lust. He shared her lips like a meal to be devoured.
"Gurita, give me!" He dove restless hands into golden hair.
"Gurita?"
"Sweet mouth, baby. Romanian. Taste so good."
His fangs pierced her shoulder and Caius shushed her softly with a lick on the pearling red dots.
"I know enough not to turn if it isn't wanted. Let go for me. I'll be good, promise."
Chelsea clutches his shoulders cautiously as her legs were placed around Caius.
"Protect you...respect your pussy. I won’t make you like me. You choose to be like me."
She crooked her finger at him after a beat.
"Bite me, please," Chelsea cooed excitedly, then she shrieked. Caius wasted no time to break skin lightly on her breast.
"You wanted to drink from there?" she ensured. Chelsea is dazed about his sucking. "Fuuuck."
"Sweet as your lips. May be sweeter. Oh, fuck baby!" Her pussy takes Caius obligingly, hungrily.
"Oh, BABY. Chelsea. Chelsea! Perfect," he obsessed through huge incisors in her neck.
She threw her arms helplessly down to either side, giggling.
"Keep this ass spread for me?" came Caius' gravelly request. Chelsea obeyed, so beautiful in her lusty freedom.
"Caius, I've never felt this hot for anyone!"
"First for me too, sexy slut. Got me deep in that cunt. YES, baby, give me that tight," he obsessed repeatedly. "Let me pound it, Chelsea!"
"Yesss, oh my—yes," she agreed as they both observed her empty/full pussy unashamedly, harder and faster thrusts. "YES, the way you fuck me, you're so fucking GOOD."
Her enthusiasm stoked a fire that led to Chelsea's ass up high, and face in her friend’s pillow.
"Ah," she squeaked when Caius parted her knees and moved flush to cheeks. She rolled her back sensuously. He shuddered from arousal alone.
"Stay there, mea curva." Caius formed a fist in her mussed blonde locks after gathering them. She pivoted and the dance continued. Chelsea's face was delicately positioned as her lover guided gazes together. A soft tug on Chelsea's pretty hair and she glanced back adoringly.
"Getting there, big guyyy, thanks to you-OOH!" She winked her eye and asshole, a killer move.
"Me too! Saoirse! Baby!! Come on—"
The blonde elicits higher-pitched yelps, her beautiful body undulating in time. She finishes on him for the fourth time, a powerful and cathartic peak. But he has to be careful now.
"Not inside this time Caius! THERE-"
"UHHH, DAMN, you’re Heavennn, fuck! FUCK!" He hastily painted Chelsea's derriere, copious white. She sprawled as Caius stepped off of the bed and stood before her, forgetting how to speak. Chelsea sucked off all six-and-half inches at will, almost gagging. He all but buckled to the floor.
"CHELSEA, I tap out, I give up! You win, baby."
Nicole awoke in time for illicit whispers about cleaning off, one more quickie and time to go home.
"You're impossible, Caius. I like you." She watched happily as he and Chelsea held hands before vaporizing.
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