Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 122030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 610(@200wpm)___ 488(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 610(@200wpm)___ 488(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
And now here we are and I am on the verge of accomplishing the impossible.
Anyway, where was I?
Right. The whole point of all my internal musings was to celebrate the fact that both Syrsee and Ryet can dreamwalk with ease.
Ryet tries to be careful about it, hiding himself from me at every opportunity. But he’s not himself at the moment, is he?
So I walk right into the lavender and a moment later I am in the cabin, watching them fuck on the couch. Ryet is on top of Syrsee. She’s completely naked except for her bra, which has been pulled down in that way Ryet likes to do, to prop her tits up for sucking. He’s got his pants mostly on, but it’s not slowing him down. I get lost in his movements for a moment. He’s shirtless and the muscles on his lower back are fascinating. Hard, and taut, and the way the dent of his spine slips down inside his pants just turns me on for some reason.
He’s fucking her hard and then… then I realize that she is feeding him.
Oh, I nearly clap. But I don’t want to interrupt their tryst. It’s very erotic because he’s sucking on her neck.
How good that must taste. And she took my advice. Instead of those little drips and drops from her hand she is flooding his mouth with blood from her jugular.
Syrsee’s head has flopped to the side and her eyes are closed, but she is not passed out, just drunk on his blood lust—and probably his cock as well. I know she is not passed out because she is moaning and lifting her hips up to meet his thrusts.
He has his mouth sealed against her neck, but he must sense me, because he pulls back for a moment, pausing. Allowing the blood to slip down her chest, over her breasts, and on to his cock that is only halfway inside her now.
Ryet doesn’t acknowledge me. He can’t, really. Not like this. He’s not himself. Not even close. He’s just an animal right now. An animal with needs. Sex and blood.
Syrsee grabs his hair and pulls his mouth back down to her neck. And the moment that his teeth sink back into her flesh, and he takes that long draw of Black blood, she comes. Gripping his hair with tight fists, biting down on the firm, hard muscles of his shoulder.
I watch them as I slowly unbutton my shirt.
The dreamwalk is funny now that the grandma’s spell has been broken. It is so easy. I am here. They are here. If we touch each other, we feel each other. But I am not really here.
I love it. I absolutely love my life, and the magic, and the blood and sex, of course. But that goes without saying.
I throw my shirt aside and go to work on the pants. Once that’s done, and I’m completely naked, I walk over to them and take a seat next to Syrsee on the couch.
Her head flips in my direction. She came just moments ago, so she’s still a little drunk on it. Her eyes try their best to focus, but even if she knows who I am, she can’t articulate it. It is just as erotic to be drained by us as it is for us to drain her.
So she is feeling the very same thing that Ryet is. And all this is new to her, so she’s quite lost in her lust.
Ryet, on the other hand, is an old champ at dreamwalk sex. And he hates it when I come to him like this.
But he’s drinking Black blood right now. He’s not even here. It’s not him, just his animal form. But still, he sees me. And he’s just about to open his mouth and growl at me—perhaps even attack me—when I bite my lip and release my own blood.
We are kissing less than a moment later, his mouth on mine, him sucking on my lip as he fucks the little Black witch. I grab his hair—Syrsee lost her grip when she came, so it’s all mine now. And I pull him over into my lap so we can kiss and play a little easier.
And he is willing. Usually he’s always fighting me. Always trying to deny me. Always trying to deny himself.
But the Black blood makes all the difference. He loves me. Right now, I am his world.
I play with him and bite my lip, over and over. But Syrsee is feeling left out. She joins our kiss and then, before I can even think twice or question whether or not this is the most practical way forward, she’s drinking me too. Licking my lip. Sucking on it. And then she’s kissing me.
And when her blood mixes with my blood inside my mouth, I am… gone.