Have Vampire, Will Travel

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A/N: Yes, yes, I know:
it's been forever since updated anything. Don't blame me- they piled
assignment after assignment on the last month of school, so I had absolutely no
time for myself. Anyways, with summer finally here, I will be back in business
for y'all.

~Jameta

 

Have Vampire, Will Travel

 

Chap. 3- Security Hold-Up

&quo swe swear, I didn't do anything!"

 

           
"BARD!!!" Ta-Cha screams at the top of her lungs, knocking the
astonished assailant from her love and yanking the wooden shaft from between
his breasts, proceeding to places her palms on various areas of his chest.

           
"What the Hell?!" shouts the attacker as he lands anything but softly
on his ass upon the carpeted floor. "Ta-Cha, what in the name of all
things g-OWWW!!!"

           
In the mists of her panic and frantics, the slayer had flung the stake that had
impaled itself in the demi-vampire's torso and whacked her apparent
acquaintance  square in the forehead, leaving a nasty imprint upon the
dark brunette's face. Furious, the short, black pantsuit personage scrambles
onto the soles of his onyx shoes and grabs the young woman's bare shoulders,
forcing her around to face him.

           
"Ta-Cha, what is going on?!" he demands, shaking her roughly as she
struggles to keep her attention of the innocent victim beside her. "Why
the hell are you sleeping wi-with a-a-a demon?!"

           
"Get off of me!" she yells and pushes him from her, rotating back to
focus on her Adun. "God, Bard, don't leave me! Don't leave me!"

           
While crystal tears roll down her pale cheeks from her fraught jade eyes, the
ice-toped male gasps hoarsely, hacking-up blood every other ragged breath. His
frosty irises are dilated , his face changing from its fair tone to a deathly
white, then flushing to a horrific crimson blue. Desperately, he opens and
closes his mouth, unintentionally mimicking a fish out of water, to take in as
much air as possible, lifting his chest slightly. The world around him is
beginning to blur and spin, darkness creeping on the edges of his vision. He
can't fight it, his strength is gone; the black is taking over.

           
"Bard!" shrieks the young woman once more hysterically, his body
steadily becoming limp. "Bard, don't go! You mustn't! I love you, Bard,
God, don't leave me!"

           
"Ta…Cha…" puttputters as he gains control of his senses again. Stop
fighting?! What in Hell was he thinking about?! His whole life has been an
endless battle, and now he has her to fight alongside with and to combat for!
There is no way in Heaven, nor in the Underworld, that he is going to drop
dead, or do whatever, and abandon his mate!

           
"Okay, Tepes, this isn't funny anymore," states the annoyed
individual that has caused them so much grief, completely oblivious to the
facts of the relationship between the raven-maned maiden and the sapphire-gazed
demon. "What the fuck is going on?!"

           
"Bard…" smiles his teary-eyed partner, ignoring the other, and picks
up one of his shaking hands, placing the open palm around a dampened cheek.
"What do you want me to do?"

           
"Wrap…wound," he answers, coughing violently after, but persists,
"me…lie in…warm bath…"

           
"Alright," replies Ta-Cha while she gently places his hand back down
and strokes his head, then faces the other man, rage burning in her piercing
stare.

           
"run the water, right?" starts the fellow slayer, backing away with
his flattened palms up in a defensive manner. "I'm on it."

           
"It's the least you can do," she growls as a wide strip from the bed
sheet is ripped away by her bare hands and is carefully applied around Bard's
chest. "You're Josh, right?"

           
"Yeap. The association sent me to check on you, since you haven't reported
in lately. But it looks like you won't ever be coming back."

           
"Oh, please," states the maturing fiend assassin simultaneously with
the block of the flowing bath water, and tenderly lifts her love into her arms,
carrying him to the white-tiled bathroom. "He's just a half-breed wrapped
around my finger."

           
"A half-breed?!"

           
"Only the rarest for me," she smirks, slowly lowering the
Transylvania native into the filled tub, the luke aqua delicately parting,
joining, and drifting around his body and wrappings. A deep, quick inhale
brushes past his parted, cold lips as the liquid engulfs his almost-nude self,
but his breathing pace remains relatively calm, his gaze set upon  the
weeping smile of his lady.

        &n&nbs  
"Seems you didn't stake Bard far enough to damage the heart area,"
begins Ta-cha as she eases up to face the other phenomenon investigator.
"Didn't touch the lungs of digestive track, either. Just managed to break
the rib cage and bruise the esophagus area."

           
"Well, I, uhhh, you were fast enough to stop me from driving it in any
further," Josh answers a bit too fast, his amber eyes wandering in the
lack of confidence.

           
"Yeeeah, right…" she continues, raising an eyebrow. "You need to
work on your aim. Oh, and if you value you life, I'd rush back to headquarters
and send me some support."

           
"For what?"

           
"Listen, moron," bites the ticked-off, young hired gun as she strides
toward him, causing the pathetic fool to stumble back and trip over his own
feet. Upon the Tepes's rose petal lips, a furious snarl bares the end of her
long, hereditary canines, whilst she steps lightly over him. At any other time,
a guy would be sputtering mindless babble, as the female is still clad only in
a small, clear, ruby rob and flaming underwear, but the fury in her body
movements and expressions command full attention; grabbing him by his suit
coat's collar, the young woman jerks him onto his feet.

           
"You almost killed not only my boyfriend," informs the infuriated
teen, the other slayer shaking in terror, "but a half-breed that is not a
demi-fledgling, but a hybrid, and the Association may want to gain some
information about him before some fucking idiot like you attempts to waste him!"

           
With that, she fiercely throws him out of the bathroom, his back slamming
against the opposing wooden closet door, splitting and caving it in.

           
"Get out now," she states with spite, and he scrambles from the floor
before bolting out the hotel suite.

           
Suddenly, her knees give out from under her, a loud, thud resonating  down
the hallways. Her entire body feels weak, drained of energy; why had this
happened? Bard could still die! Is Fate determined to make her life a never-ending
misery? In front of her, a pool of  tears begins to form, reflecting a
battered soul, and voices of a foren pen past to light.

           
Obey me, child, obey me!

           
The sharp, horrid crack of a whip rings through the air, followed by a tortured
scream from a little girl, and the scene repeats itself again, and again, and
again.

           
"Please, anyone, anybody," she whispers, the painful memories filling
her head as she rocks back and forth upon the frigid cemented floor, "make
it go away."

           
"Ta…Ta-cha," calls Bard, her upper body snapping around in surprise,
"get… ph…phone …come… here."

           
"Alright, love," she answers with a trace of color coming back to her
depressed form, and rises back up. The sound of his voice… Sighing, she takes
the cordless from the small table loosely in her grip, and proceeds to pad into
the washroom with a slight sway in her step and hips. She places herself on the
cushioned ivory seat of the toilet, smiling with assurance at her life companion,
though more for her own comfort than his.

           
"I… I need…" he begins, taking slow breaths to keep pulspulse down.

           
"You need what, Bard?&qushe she kindly asks, leaning closer, concern
washing over her gaze.

           
"You… stay calm…" continues the semi-vampire, holding her softly
tearing eyes in his fixed stare, "and… call…near… help…"

           
"'Near help'?" the advanced teenager repeats, a bit confused, and
puts two fingers to her lips in thought. The slayer's mind is jumbled from the
matter at hand, the only clear thing the motion to help the demon imitation
beside her, but the single way to aid him is to be composed and focus on
bringing attention to his condition, which her subconscious will not submit to.
It is time to fall back on basic training; taking her eyes off of the patient
in her care, she commences in a survey of her surroundings:

           
The sugar-brown skin of her man is wrapped in a gently shifting liquid of water
and blood, the tainted fluid a added ruby, set in a light beige container
stationed low to the ground. Minute ivory squares are aligned neatly on the
walls neighboring the small, man-made basin, stacked together to the smooth,
colorless ceiling. Beyond the cleansing area, separated by an extended white
rod and clear plastic curtain (presently drawn to the side), the room's
barriers are plain and without texture. Thrown open before her is the lightly
tanned cedar door with its silver oval handle. To her let, the efficient vanity
and sink sit patiently, waiting for their time. The metallic taps and faucet
reflect the soft light of the bulbs above, while coverings of complimentary
soaps, various bottles, and clean clothes attempt to mock the same glint.
Resting in the back, the large, spotless mirror creates a window to another
world, though whether the crying girl staring emotionlessly back at her is of
fantasy or reality, she cannot tell.

           
"Ta…Cha?" gasps Bard weakly, having lost some strength in the passage
of silence.

           
"I-I'm sorry," she answers meekly, shaking out of whatever had come
over her whilst clearing her head, and brings the phone up to her ear."

           
"Hello, may I please speak to the manager?" asks the young woman
after dialing the front desk. "…Thank you."

           
Rising off of her seat, she stands to stretch her legs for a moment before
placing herself on the edge of the tub, reaching down to stroke one of her
love's hairs into place.

           
"Be thankful I know the best places for people of profession to
stay," she smiles, then turns her attention to the active line.
"Hello, Mr. Barry, this is Ta-Cha Tepes, a member of the High Paranormal
Investigators and Monitors Association, and I need a qualified employee to can
clean and act as a nurse up here is suite C-3-106…Thank you."

           
With that, she presses the "off" button and tosses the device
carelessly away. All there is to do now is wait.

 

           
"Are you feeling any better, love?" questions Ta-Cha as she takes his
trembling hand in her own. They are situated in a spacious red-oak office, the
slayer sitting with her legs crossed on a dark navy leather chair, wearing a
black skirt with russet nylons and a slate, medium-sized top. Within her easy
reach is the dark angel hybrid, who rests in a simple wheelchair, modified with
the luxury of a titling back.

           
"As long as you are by my side," he whispers, tenderly squeezing the
slender fingers wrapped around his palm, "I will always be in
Paradise."

           
Blushing, his maiden bends down to plant a kiss on the lips of the
almost-horizontal figure. Sometimes it is hard for her to believe how sweet he
can be toward her even with the fact that he wasn't born a human. That's all
right, though, for she loves him in any mood his is in no matter what, and he
holds the same affection for her.

           
An amorous growl quietly rises from his throat in rhythm with his grasping hand
pulling her closer, letting him change her simple display of affection into a
deep lock of passion. He earns pleasant moans after the pause of shock as his
woman opens her mouth, letting his slick tongue play with hers between their
parted lips.

           
"Ahp-hmmm…" coughs a deep, aged voice in calling recognition;
instantly, the midnight-top is out of her partner's embrace and upright at
attention.

      &n&nbs    
"I-I apologize, Sir," she begins, flushing red in the cheeks
violently, "I-I-"

           
"That's alright, Miss Tepes," interrupts the senior sitting
down at the large ebony desk before the duo. "We, the Executive Leaders,
that is, were beginnin' to worry about 'cha."

           
"W-would you care to-to tell me why, Sir?"

           
"A'right, young Miss, that's enough of the 'Sir's, and you know it. What's
ma' name?"

           
"Must I? I-I mean, in front of-?"

           
"I'm not tellin' you anythang more 'til you do, Ta-Cha."

           
"Alright…" she sighs, her face turning a dark crimson.
"Grandpa."

           
"That's ma' girl," chortles the old man.

           
"'Grandpa'?" the vampire repeats in confusion.

"Dr.
Robinson, for you. For right now, at least," remarks the wizened
professional. Indeed, he could fit the role as the slayer's relative- two
golden hazel nuts shine, nestled between bushy ivory eyebrows and a slightly
bridged nose that hangs atop a thick white mustache, while a warm mouth rests
on a strong chin at the bottom and a hairless dome crowns the elders face. His
stature is sturdy; height being on somewhat of the short side, broad shoulders,
and a round belly. To Bard, he seems like a jolly Saint Nick with a shaved head
and a slate business suite instead of a goofy holly-berry one.

"In
answer to your question, Ta-cha girl," he continues, folding his hands
together, "you have strengths and talents that are unique to ya', an' it'd
be a load of the Association's back if ya' were to pass those traits on to th'
next generation. After going so long with practically killing every guy who has
asked ya' out, we were getting' 'fraid you'd be single all ya'r life."

"Oh,
well, err…" the addressed begins, her gaze falling upon her petite black
heels.

"But,
I must say, ya' do have a rather odd taste," adds Robinson, motioning
toward the crossbreed.

"Excuse
me?!" the Adun objects, though his voice is barely audible.

"Please,
do not judge him too quickly, Grandpa!" exclaims the maturing maiden.
"He would never wish to harm me and is very protective!"

"Ta-Cha,
I'm sorry to say, but there is some doubt in my mind."

"Wh-what?!
I don't understand-"

"Ya'
see, Bard here is half human an' half vampire, an' you come from a line with
great vampiric influence, so he could have some control over ya'."

"You
are joking, right?" interrupts the individual of controversy. "If
anything, Ta-Cha is the master. The first vampire I cam across after I met her,
I destroyed in her name."

"Again,
I'm sorry," sighs the old man, rising from his seat. "This time,
things are out of ma' hands: you two have to be tested, and even then, it'll be
awhile b'fore we can fully trust ya'."

"Great.
Thanks a lot," responds the raven-maned teen as she turns her face away
from both of them. "Like I haven't proven my loyalty and judgment morhan han enough times…"

           
Tears being to stream down her flustered cheeks as she bites her lip and
attempts not to make a scene: she has been with the Association since she was a
child! They had taken her out of Death's grasp, fed, washed, clothed, and
raised her! Everything she knew was either from her own experience of taught by
the Leaders! Those in the high ranks are almost always known to her as an
uncle, aunt, or cousin! But now, the closest of them all is telling her that
she is untrustworthy she's been caught sleeping with a demon half-breed. If
they cannot believe in her, than how can she have faith in herself? Could she,
is she under some spell by Bard, the man that is supposedly her love?

           
"I do not know how to do that," speaks the imitation, placing a hand
on her thigh.

           
"IEE!!!" she suddenly shrieks, his voice and touch startling her, and
she spins around to smack him square in the head.

           
"OWWWW!!!" yells the stricken male, and quickly wheels a few feet
away from her, staring at her wide-eyes. "What did I do?! I was only
trying to comfort you!"

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"Sorry, Bard, you surprised me," the young woman answers while wiping
a few tears from under her emerald pools.

           
"What can't 'cha do, boy?" inquires the Association director.

           
"My name is Bard Adun," the maturing semi-devil corrects, forcing his
icy gaze upon the being causing his angel so much grief, "and I cannot
control individuals, not groups. I am able to read my love's mind because of
the bond we share."

           
"I'll call ya' whatever I want, smart aleck," snaps the Leader.

           
"Do not threaten me, old man. I have already received enough pain form
your people."

           
"Will you two stop fighting?! You're acting like children!" Ta-cha
shouts. "It's the last thing I need right now!"

           
"Forgive me," sighs the demi-human, burying his face into a palm.
"I started the needles bickering due to my spite of him making you so
upset, Mistress Tepes."

           
"I'm sorry, too," begins the organization head, then abruptly looks
at the handicapped oddly. "'Mistress Tepes'?"

           
"Poor Bard," the female warrior sympathizes while standing up and
walking over to the yawning beast, "he's so tired he's slipping to his
subconscious."

           
"Ta-Cha," calls Robison, sitting back down."

           
"Mmmmm?" she replies, stroking the fair man of her exhausted partner.

           
"Why'd he call you 'Mistress Tepes', and what do you mean, 'slipping to
his subconscious'?"

           
"Well, Bard usually calls me that when he's in his animal mood, and sometimes
when he's tired, he'll sorta' go in and out of it."

           
Nodding his head, the skilled paranormal examiner takes a time to think
something over. His junior, on the other hand, uses the interlude to gently
pull the hybrid back over to her seat and position her chair to the desk so she
can face her mate, but easily  turn her attention to her superior.

           
"Ta-Cha?" he finally asks, glancing up to see her tenderly rubbing
down the dark-child's legs.

           
"Yes, Sir?" she chirps, slightly jerking around to look him in the
face.

           
"Ta-Cha…" beings the senior as he leans back in his chair. "It
is by ma' executive decision that you, personally, will not under go any
analysis on your being, for the loyalty an' strength you have shown over the
year. You may be required, though, to perform with Bard in trials for him, an'
to further protect you, Bard, an' the Association, I am putting you on full
duty of monitoring him an' will be given specific assignments."

           
"Thank you," she whispers after a long pause. "Thank you."

 

"How
did Dr. Robinson upset you so?" questions the young male as he wheels into
their fresh apartment, his mate following closely behind with a loving look
upon her face, her mystifying emerald eyes fixed upon the disabled individual.

"I've
been with HPIRA since I was little, and after all I've been through, I just
couldn't believe they wouldn't trust me," she replies, locking the oak
door behind them tightly.

"Do
you know what I will be tested upon and how?" he continues, not noticing
the Tepes's actions, and rolls himself over to his nightstand.

"No,
not much…" muses her voice seductively in his ear, and before he can fully
turn to face her, she catches his head with a black silk handkerchief, covering
his eyes, and toes it comfortably around in back.

"What
do you know, my love?" persists the hybrid, lifting hiad bad back.

"~Mmmmmm,
Bard….!~" she whines as she walks off, the sound of the bottom drawer
opening following, causing his hear to jump in his throat.

"Ta-Cha…"
he begins, whilst his body tenses, "what are you planning?"

A simple
laugh answers him, setting an uneasy, yet arousing atmosphere around him. As he
strains to hear for coming resonances, the muffled drop of clothing rises in
the taut air, forcing a grin to spread and bare his lengthening canines. His
heart rate begins to race faster; she is too kind, giving him the ultimate gift
he can ever wish for when he is so weak. It must be a joy fro her, as well, for
he can hardly control himself at these times, let alone let her be the alpha.
In his present state, she'd be able to do what ever she wishes, while he can
only voice his being. Yes, she is too kind- torturing his feeble soul in such a
way he has never dreamt of. What had he done for any higher being to receive
such a magnificent woman?

"I
heard we had a very sick little boy in this room," his mate's voice
begins innocently, the blindfold falling delicately away. Quickly, he spins his
chair around to view her act. An agonizing groan leaves him immediately at the
sit of her, his pants instantly becoming a horrid nuisance.

"Oh,
you really are ill," worries Ta-Cha, who is dressed in a skimpy white
nurses outfit: sheer ivory tights, a small, close-fitting skirt, a buttoned top
that covers her stomach, yet provocatively pushes up and rounds her bosom,
stopping an inch below her shoulders, and her hair tied back into a tight bun a
top her head. One soft, tender hand rests itself upon his cheek as the maiden
leans over to look over his face, giving him a clear shot of her cleavage

"OoOoOoOoOooo…"
mumbles the maturing demon, his jaw dropped and mind off the deep end, the view
too much to keep a sane composure.

"Oh,
poor baby," she coos as she strokes a lengthy, snow-frosted lock behind
one of his ears, "where does it hurt?"

"My
pants," he blurts, his eyes fixed on her breasts.

"Your
pants hurt?" questioningly repeats the mock aide, then smiles sweetly.
"Well, I guess we'll just have to remove them…"

With
that, she bends down, sitting upon her knees and slips her hands from his head
to his belt. The platinum buckle clatters slightly with her touch as she undoes
the clasp; quickly, she parts the copper teeth, creating a soft zipping sound
that sends shivers down his spine. A crack of the leather strap startles the
semi-demon slightly, though his adrenaline builds rapidly, and he begins to
fidget with the drop of the belt. Surprisingly, she doesn't smack him for his
needles movement, nor does anything at all to punish him; she merely smiles up
at him and continues to slip of his slacks. Reaching his ankles, the
raven-topped seductress delicately removes his new, white tennis low-tops and
speckled wool socks, licking each warm toe proceeding tossing the trio of
coverings. After a few minutes of the slippery ministration, she crawls back up
to place, their faces a breath apart.

"How
does that feel?" she inquires sweetly, pecking him on the nose, though his
gaze is on a road trip of her figure.

"Hot…"
he murmurs in response, becoming more and more absorbed in her statuesque
image. Her body seems so succulent, so delicious, and the longer she teases
him, the more appetizing she becomes.

"You're
hot?" asks the young slayer. "Well, then, let's get you out of this
long-sleeved shirt."

Gracefully,
her slender digits walk up his covered torso to his white collar and commence
unbuttoning each small, round fasten. The cotton top easily falls away from its
closed position ad reveals his handsome, russet set of pectorals and abs. Her
fingers nimbly trace his carved upper body, gradually journeying back to his
neckline, whilst sending an appealing wave through his nervous system. Over his
well-rounded shoulders, his chemise graces down the young male's back without
hindrance, her long paws following up and behind. A gentle zephyr of breath
passes from his lips, the touch calming, yet still manages to sends eager
shivers down his spine.

"There,"
she smiles, drawing her palms upon his chest, "is that better?"

"Uhnmmmm…"
groans the Adun, vainly attempting to buck his hips.

"Oh,
is something bothering you down there again?" kindly questions Ta-Cha.

"Uh-huh,"
he nods, not knowing what else to say. This game is gradually pushing him to
his limits of sanity and patience; it's almost as if he's on the verge of exploding!

"Then
let Miss Tepes help," and her nimble fingers glide down his torso to his
black briefs. Pinching the elastic strap, she easily removes his stretched
garment and tosses it away, relieving the pressure on his erected member, which
bobs in anticipation.

"No
wonder you're uncomfortable," she charmingly states. "You have a
horrible rash…"

Undeniably,
his manhood is a deep red, pulsing with the heat of the moment. Being delicate,
she walks the pads of her fingers upon the throbbing length while he groans
with sexual anguish. After gently tracing tiny circles on his head, precum
adhering to her pointer, the slayer bringers her digits to her lips and licks
each one. Saliva drips from the branches of her hand as she continues to caress
his stiff pride, stroking lovingly to coast a thing layer of the slick
substance upon him. Throughout the ministrations, a deep hunger grows in an
emerald gaze as the green spheres trace his nodding shaft. With a smirk set on
her lips, her mind becomes set on a wicked idea.

The male
of the pair, on the other hand, appears to have just finished a heavy does of
narcotics. Overwhelmed by the pleasurable sensations, drool unconsciously slips
from the side of his mouth, the sight of the sapphire eyes blurred. He's lost
all other senses and thinking systems to a state of a silver bliss- almost
heaven, yet too tainted for a land beyond golden gates.

His
vision sharpens without warning and his muscles tense as he feels a slightly
rough, drenched appendage grace the head of his pride. Immediately, Ta-Cha's
hands clamp down upon his upper thighs, pinning him down to the chair to
restrain his movements.

"UHNN!"
he grunts loudly, impulsively jerking forward before releasing a drawn-out
moan, totally helpless to the sudden touch.

With her
victim secure, the raven-haired enchantress proceeds to breathe lightly over
his erected self, gracing it with her moistened lips now and then. His hands
rise from the moving seat's leather armrests to run themselves through her long
mane as she reaches the base of his glorious length; taking extra care, she
rubs her tongue slowly upon his balls, a loud hiss slipping through her mate's
clenched teeth. Gingerly, she takes one of them in her mouth and starts to
suck.

"Ta…Ta,
Ta, Ta-Cha!" cries a jumbled Bard, his emotions and perceptions blending,
combining, shattering, and clashing all at once.

"Mmuuuuummmm…."
answers his partner while switching to the other side, lessening the tension on
his legs.

"Oh,
god, Ta-Cha…" he mumbles and lets his head fall back.

At a
gradual pace, the Tepes returns, this time dragging her instrument of speech up
his cock. She takes a deep breath following arriving at his crimson head, then
wraps her lips around his stiff penis. Her man manages to repress himself from
jumping forward, yet cannot help clenching his digits tightly, filling his
palms with her midnight locks and yanking slightly. Once again, she looks over
the petty annoyance, which would normally drive her off the wall; farther and
farther she engulfs his cock until she can barely touch the bottom. With her
limit reached, she begins to slowly bob her head, mocking their intimate
rhythm. Grunts and moans escape the immobilized patient, sweat beading upon his
forehead and dripping down his ivory strands of hair, giving them a melting
effect. His breathing quickens to a rampant pace; in his weak condition, the
time till his coming is drastically shorter than normal, as well as an immense
heightened level of sensitivity in his awareness.

"Ta~~~~Cha…"
sighs the prince of white, pulling on her mane to hold her to him. "Oh,
Ta-Cha…I…I'm…UHHH!!!"

Suddenly,
he releases, filling her mouth with his pure essence, a low, drawn-out moan
issuing from pale lips. His nurse readily swallows his thick, smooth liquid,
lapping up stray traces after relinquishing his manhood. As she run her tongue
over her full lips, the young woman rises to gaze zealously into her partner's
eyes; she hungrily kisses her man, darting her speech appendage between his
relaxed jaws.

"Well,
you taste just fine," smiles Ta-Cha after a steamy lock and rubs her soft
nose against his. "Would you like anything else?"

"Take…take
off…your clothes," he answers, grinning mischievously while sliding his
hands up and down her back.

"I
don't see the harm in that," replies the slayer with a wink and stands
before him. Easily, she unbuttons each small white circle and tosses the
needless material away, uncovering the top of a lacy, pallid corset. She gives
no notice to his impetuous howls of luscious pain; slipping the tight diminutive
dress bottom down over her rump, she disposes of the skirt, proceeding to sit
upon his lap.

"How's
this?" she inquires sweetly while rubbing his tip over the thong bottom
near her entrance.

"God,
I do…do not see how…how my scrotum has…has not burst…due to…everything you
have…you have done to me," he sputters, his fingers walking the ribbons
connecting her tights to her provocative underwear.

"Mmmmmm…"
muses the seductress, pushing the lace between his head and her flower to the
side, "we're not finished yet."

"With
that, she drops down, filling herself with his huge, throbbing cock. The silky
material against their receptive skin sends shivers down their spines as they
rock their bodies together, familiar utterances of passion filling the
atmosphere around them, accompanied by the faint squeaks of the metal working
in his chair &qu "You're…too
good…to me," pants Bard as he wraps his arms around her gently swinging
form.

"I
wanted tomakemake you…feel better," Ta-Cha whispers in his ear, "make
you…feel…you weren't…a inconvenience."

"Ta-Cha…"
he sighs, his figure stiffening.

"Bard…"
breathes his love, unconsciously preparing for him, "I love you."

A steady
groan eases past her mate's lips as he comes, burying his face into her warm,
comforting chest. The maiden's body shudders slightly from his ejaculation, yet
she still holds him in close embrace, a delicate paw flowing through his matted
locks. His river of semen into her is gentle and short, his being too drained
to produce the normal, pounding flood. Cautiously, the slayer lifts herself off
of her exhausted black knight, her feet softly landing upon the plush carpet.
She proceeds to lift the sore young man from his seat and place him on their
awaiting bed, taking care to drape the subtle cotton sheets over him before
climbing in beside him.

"Ta-Cha…"
breathes the half-demon as he attempts to wrap his limp arms around her.

"Shhh…"
his woman whispers, moving close to him and helping to situate his grasping
span round her back.

"Ta-Cha…"
he persists with a kiss upon her forehead, "I love you, too…forever."

 

OOC: Well, there it is O.o Please
review! It means so much to me!