The Nightlife: New York - Chapter 10

Aaron’s spirits soared. He had made his escape from Kyle and Delia relatively unscathed. He’d been nervous about the situation, but was pleasantly surprised at how easily Michelle handled the gang. She was quite charming, a nice change from her aggressive control freak persona.

After dropping off Aaron’s trash bags full of stuff at Michelle’s apartment they headed out again to another nightclub where Michelle knew the doorman personally. Her connection ushered them through the door immediately. They made a bee line for the dance floor and located a group of girls huddled together in a tightly-packed formation. Picking the brains of the nearby girls, digging for those who were attracted to him, he found they all had one thing in common. Though each girl was different, each mind having its own particular flavor, a mutual desire was prevalent throughout the crowd. All these women really wanted was to meet a man––not just any man––the man who might be the one.

He thought it funny how these women went out with their friends hoping to be romanced off their feet as they danced the night away with that special man. The reality more often than not was ridiculous. The ladies stayed securely locked away in their safe zone with their girlfriends, brushing away the majority of the men who would chance to meet them. These girls discouraged and worked against the very thing they desired most, a meaningful encounter. They wouldn’t find what they were looking for with Aaron, but they never stopped hoping. The women who noticed Aaron viewed him as a target for acquisition––a good candidate––never once seeing past the charming exterior to the underlying truth. He was there to feed. Damn lucky a little nip was all he planned on taking. It would be too easy to take anything he wanted.

The vampires slid through the crush of swaying bodies like snakes in the tall grass. Their prey couldn’t see them coming until it was too late. The girls were no match for the animal magnetism radiated by the hunting vampires. As they selected targets one at a time, the unsuspecting victims thought themselves the chosen elite, excited to be singled out from the crowd by one of these sublimely beautiful creatures. Instead of fearing their proximity to a predator, they felt privileged to gain his attention.

Aaron had begun to discern a pattern. The cattle were unaware of the danger. Did his benign intentions put them at ease? What excuse might there be for Michelle? She was many things, but never benign. The only rationale that fit was ignorance. They honestly did not perceive the threat. The vampires fed non-stop without a single member of the herd ever knowing they were under attack. They couldn’t see what was happening right before their eyes on the dance floor.

Each girl they encountered was enthralled, bitten, injected with sexual ecstasy and then discarded as the vampires moved on to the next target. The ladies lined up for their turn, eagerly awaiting attention. He felt like he could do this all night long, feeding from one woman after another. His thirst was insatiable. The thirty-second nips they snagged here and there only took the edge off.

By the time Michelle finished, he hit full swing, having fed from six different girls and ready to take on another dozen.

He sensed the cautionary warning in her mind before she approached to whisper in his ear. “That is enough. We must go. Security are beginning to notice.” She gave him a mental nudge in the direction of a massive bald black guy with a black t-shirt that said SECURITY.

She was right; the man eyed them with suspicion. When Aaron focused on the security guard’s mind, he realized the guy thought they might be pickpockets working the room.

Despite the obvious threat from security, Aaron’s bloodlust was kickin’. He wanted to feed more. Now. He didn’t give a shit what the big scary man thought of him. Three girls nearby had eyes for him, wishing he’d come talk to them. He had every intention of doing so. The new and improved Aaron Pilan was not easily intimidated by humans, even if they weighed three hundred plus pounds.

Michelle glared at him. “We go now!”

And that was that.

He followed Michelle out the exit, his movements jerky and mechanical like a marionette. Her marching orders went against every instinct in his body. He desired more than anything to feed. He didn’t want to leave. He wanted to set up camp in that nightclub, hang out all night long––till sunrise––tasting every woman who walked in the door.

Maybe another nightclub? He opened his mouth to make the suggestion. She stopped him with her fingers on his lips and “the look.” The I-already-know-what-you’re-going-to-say-and-the-answer-is-NO look.

He didn’t bother asking.

In the taxi ride home, Michelle surprised him by reaching down into the front of his designer DKNY black slacks. She freed his semi-hard cock from his pants and promptly went down on him. It only took her a few seconds to suck him to full-tilt. She sucked and sucked until thoughts of feeding and bloodlust were replaced with another kind of desire.

“Oh shit. Damn!”

She grunted and slurped, making wet guttural sounds as she swallowed him whole over and over. She pulled and tugged, stroked and sucked, until he couldn’t think or move except to grip the armrest for dear life as he was rocked by the force of his release into her powerful, warm suction.

The taxi driver tactfully looked the other way with a grin he couldn’t hide as Michelle slipped Aaron’s spent manhood back into his pants. She zipped him up and tucked his shirt back in like a mother primping her child to send him off to school. She patted his thigh affectionately, smiled as she wiped her mouth with a tissue, and licked her swollen lips in a silent promise of good things to come. He wondered how hard he’d have to scrub to remove all that red lipstick from his groin.

He was struck with a lightning bolt realization––he loved her so much it hurt. She was everything to him: his mother, goddess, lover, caretaker, and the most gorgeous and sexiest woman he had ever known.

She ruined the magic of the moment with questions. “Are there any more friends or family we need to deal with? What of your parents? Why don’t you speak of them?”

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Michelle sensed her probing had struck a nerve. This was a sensitive issue for Aaron.

“I don’t really have other friends I hang out with. And my parents … well … there’s nothing to say. My father died and I don’t really talk with my mother anymore.”

She didn’t like the potential loose ends of Aaron’s former life blowing in the breeze. She needed to be certain there wouldn’t be any surprises from his past fucking up her nicely-ordered existence. She enjoyed the simplicity of detachment from humanity. A lonely life, but one without complications. Michelle had learned the hard way, through costly mistakes, that she could not build or maintain relationships with people. They were food and entertainment, nothing more. In her experience, these affairs always ended to the detriment or death of her human companions.

She briefly considered ordering him to talk. She could force his hand, but that seemed extreme. She knew how it felt to be on the receiving end of compulsive authority. She was acutely aware of the fine line between control and abuse in relation to Aaron’s free will.

Perhaps another form of coercion would work better. Having decided upon a course of action, she didn’t hesitate. She continued rubbing his thighs, reaching inward to tease his cock back into semi-hardness. She barely let up as they exited the taxi into her apartment building, caressing and kissing him in the elevator.

She tortured him mercilessly, and watched him squirm as his eyes rolled back in his head with her sensuous massage. His cock stiffened out straight in his pants. Upon entering the apartment, he hurriedly stripped his clothes. She backed off, smirking. He stood naked before her, his raging erection pointing in accusation as if to say, you did this to me.

She studied him, appreciating her handiwork, pleased with his display. She stepped up, took him firmly in hand, and whispered, “Please tell me. I want to know. Tell me of your parents. I don’t like secrets.”

As she spoke, her fingers slid down the length of him to his most vulnerable point. She cupped him, his precious jewels safely ensconced in her tender grip. Her hands and fingers kept moving slowly, sliding and testing his size and weight.

She stroked all that soft, yet hard cock. Mindless arousal rolled off his aura in waves. She had stolen away all reason with skilled, calculated seduction. His thoughts broadcast to her loud and clear. He wanted to throw her on the floor and ravage her body. Nothing else existed in his world beyond the need to be inside her, to finish what she started.

Using both hands now, while kissing his ears and neck, she continued to work him good, stroking his full velvet shaft and his taut balls. She whispered again in his ear. “Promise to tell me everything after we finish.” Brushing her lips across his skin lightly, her tongue flickered in his ear.

His powerful arousal had sparked her own. Her panties were soaked through with anticipation. It was all she could do to continue the game, holding his explosion at bay.

She knew Aaron was so drunk on lust he would have agreed to assassinate the President if asked. His whole essence was consumed by the unbearable need for her. He answered without reservation. “Yes, Michelle, I promise!”

With his agreement, she flung off her clothes, stripping pants, top, and underwear in a lightning-fast blurred Superman-in-the-telephone-booth frenzy. She emerged from the whirlwind stripper routine completely naked. She leaped at him ferociously and pinned him against the wall. His hands gripped her ass, and he shoved all that hard cock straight up into her.

“Dieu, qui fait mal!” God, that hurts!

And he definitely didn’t slow down on her account. He slammed into her over and over, his claws digging into her ass painfully. He hit home, right where she had taught him to go, pummeling her spot. It was so rare a man knew where to give it to her. She pumped her hips to keep up with his sexual assault, riding his wave.

“Oh shit! Yes!” he cried out as he pounded her with everything he had.

In the maelstrom of sensations, their psyches merged to become one, each knowing how to accommodate the other. He pumped hard and fast, slapping home to her limit as she ground her hips with animal grunts and squeals. The power of his thrusts hit so hard it hurt. The right kind of hurt.

They growled and grunted their way to an explosive climax, biting deep and hard simultaneously. Their bond synced them perfectly. They knew where, when, and how to pleasure themselves, and they knew exactly when and where to bite.

She anchored her claws into the sheetrock of the wall while he pounded her, his slamming thrusts bouncing her into the air. She kept at it, riding him upright with his back to the wall.

“Michelle!”

“Aaron!”

They growled each other’s names as they both came hard. Sex, blood, pleasure and pain created a wicked lovely blend like no other experience. She bit him over and over, keeping him hard and virile.

“Oh. Oui! Grave! Grave!” She drove him mad, frenzied with her demands to be pounded deeper and harder.

They destroyed the living room wall in their fervor. Sometime near morning, when he was so exhausted he could barely stay on his feet, they released their bites and gave it a rest. He staggered-carried her to the bed and they both collapsed, tangled in each other’s arms. She held her legs wrapped around him, his cock still deep in her core. She didn’t want to admit how wonderful it felt to have the unconditional love and attention of a powerful male vampire with his arms wrapped protectively around her. She could never connect with any other this way. Only with her own kind.

Why didn’t I do this decades ago?

He laid atop her, a loving smother, but didn’t separate. She could sleep with his cock buried in her all day long and know she’d never be alone again.

* * * *

It felt so damn wonderful inside Michelle. He wanted to stay there for the rest of his life. As she looked into his eyes, he thought he saw a glimpse of heady emotion, something reminiscent of the way he felt for her. Michelle quickly masked her features with a dreamy smile of contentment.

“It hasn’t been this good in a very long time.” Her drowsy words boosted his ego off the charts.

She popped her hips, digging him in deeper, which he took as the signal to give it to her again. His zeal renewed with her admission. He pushed in harder and deeper, grinding down in to hit her where it hurt, where she wanted his cock to hurt. Each thrust squeezed a sexy little noise from her lips, driving him crazy.

After another exhausting round of biting and orgasms, he settled down to hold her tightly, spooned from behind with his abused cock fit between her perfectly rounded ass cheeks and his mouth up against her ear. He could stay like this, with Michelle molded to his body, for eternity. The only reason he need move was to make love to her over and over again, and then return to this very same embrace. What a perfectly wonderful life, lying in bed with Michelle, screwing like rabbits. This was as good as it got.