Guilty Pleasures: Chapter 3

Warning: This Chapter is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under 18.

I stood above the crowd and "watched" from my private room. Remus was dancing, working his personal magic on the crowd while I was chained up here. Gods be damned!

In all the commotion of the night, I had gone without feeding. The hunger rushed through my viens, my vision swam. Without a mirror, I knew my eyes were swallowed by black flame. The need for blood was so strong I couldn't close my mouth, my teeth were far too sensitive for it now. I could sense all the warm, hot bodies below me, could hear their heartbeats, could taste them on my tongue. I screamed in my need.

I heard the door behind me open and then close. I struggled against the chains to look behind me into the darkness. It was all to no avail, vampire eyes need some light, even if they are helped by my leopard blood.

My pulse raced. My breathing calmed while I tried to sense who was creeping up behind me. I knew it wasn't a vampire but a shifter. I sensed leopard. I could smell it. Either we had a tresspasser on my territory or it was Acheron. The thought of Ash made my pulse race again. My skin tingled moments before the power touched me. It felt as if a great cat was rubbing its furred side along my body. The hunger changed. It was no longer just blood I craved. Oh, the bloodlust was still there, just under the surface, but the hunger had changed now, evolved. Only Ash had ever been able to do this to me.

"Ash?", my voice was shaky and uneven with anticipation. I was suddenly aware of the fact that I was chained naked and that he must be naked too or I would have heard the sound of cloth. I heard the familar sound of leather slithering across the ground and I cried out as my body betrayed me and clinched tight in a mini-orgasm. He always brought the best toys with him, but he never went without this particular whip. My favorite!

The whip whistled through the air as he sent it flying to smack into my flesh and wrap around my waist. I whimpered in need. He tugged at the whip teasingly as he used it to pull his body to mine. I gasped. I had assumed wrong, he wasn't entirely naked, his cock was wrapped in a leather sheath. He knew I loved leather. He dropped the whip and two things happened simultaniously. One hand with razor sharp claws dug into my right breast, pulling and tugging, pinching and sqeezing and the other hand found my pussy. I was already flooding and he took the oppertunity to thrust his entire fist, claws and all, in, even his thumb. It was a tight fit and it hurt but it was so exsquisite. He finger-fucked me, removing his thumb to quickly insert it into my tight ass. He hooked his thumb and held it as he skillfully stroked my hot, wet core until I came screaming and his claws embedded themselves in my breast. I came again when I smelled the fresh blood.

I saged in my chains but Ash wasn't done. I felt his hot breath across my wet pussy and I clenched. He still had his thumb in my ass and he felt it. He licked across my opening. He drank my juices straight from the "bottle" as some would say. I moaned and he moved to my swollen nub. He sank his teeth in, hard, and he licked and sucked but then abondoned my clit. I felt his hand on my pussy, fingers playing with the sweet necter, getting a generous coating before moving to my ass. He spread it all over, even sliding the thumb out and slipping one, then two and then three fingers inside. My breathing was becoming ragged again. I fel the tip of his leather wrapped cock touch my throbbing enterance and my whole body stilled, waiting. It seemed like forever before he slammed his massive cock into me.

He forced his way inside, ignoring the tightness of my body. He ruthlessly pounded into me. Once he was buried in up to his large, smooth balls, he stayed molded to my body. He pressed his lips to my sholder and I felt the teeth underneath change to his kitty-cat fangs a moment before he sank them into my flesh. The pain and pleasure and the bittersweet smell of blood caused me to throw my head back, screaming, body jerking against the chains, a mind blowing orgasm that played white and black across my mind. Distantly I felt him withdrawl from my sholder, whispering softly to me before he began to pound my body. I began to pass out with his "I love you" echoing though my mind.

"I love you too Ash", and I am completly happy, tired and sated. What else am I to do but sleep and allow him to continue to fuck me?

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I dreamed of blood, black silk sheets, sex and warm bodies. I dreamed of eyes the color of blood splattered grass, skin the color of a pure night, long hair, short hair, hair sliding up and down my body like fur. And, of course, there was fur. Huge leopards with black rossetts, leopards who were black-on-black with large yellow eyes, even one of lavender eyes. Their huge course tongues licking langoriously everywhere on my pale, white flesh. Claws and teeth everywhere, just a small hint of danger, until, purring, they one by one curled around me and on me and drifted off to sleep.

And that is how I awoke. Snuggled in my huge bed with the local leopard pard crowded round, still asleep, feeling content, almost with a feeling of home, but I knew from experience that home included a few more missing faces. And as if they heard my thoughts, some of those missing faces trooped through the door. Slowly, the leopards began to wake. One even growled at the in-coming men.

"Play nice boys," I chided.

I settled deeper into the heat of the leopards and I watched my men snuggle in with the cats, one of the new men wrapping an arm around my left thigh, gently trailing his fingers aross my damp, hot core, another, maybe leopard, nipped one of my nipples with his front teeth. Keeping fangs away from my skin. I cried out, my back arching. They were all suddenly upon me, licking and teasing me. The leopards, one by one, began to shift back into their human forms. Each time was a skin-tingling, body-tightening rush of power and magic. I felt her move within me. It had been four months since she last woke and the feel of her stretching within my body took the orgasm that crashed through me to the next level. It brought me screaming off the bed, raking nails down their backs, across thier shoulders and when that wasn't enough, down my own arms and across my stomach.

I could see her in my minds eye. She was pacing back and forth. The light, when shone on her sleek furred body, showed the black rossettes. Her eyes matched the rest of her. Black. It was the only thing that remaind the same between us, no matter which form we were in. She was gorgeous ad unfortunatly, she was in heat, and if she was in heat, all the boys, including the vampires, could sense it. This could get very bad. As the only female vampire within a 600-mile radius, I already put off pheremones that drew the male vamps to me. We were effectively trapped here for a few days, possibly weeks.