Sweat droplets trickled down Jon face, his throat exposed as his head sagged backwards, the only movement, the maracas shaking rhythmically in his hand.
“It’s a jungle out there babyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!
He inched lower towards the floor, startling blue eyes watched through wet bangs.
The crowd roared beneath him and he smiled….there it was again! Shards of live, pulsing energy!
The audience was gracious tonight, donating more energy in these past few hours than any other in quite a while. Flashes of blood and a woman’s lusty outcry imposed on his thoughts and he grinned.
Chimala had taught him the technique of feeding without having to seduce but dammit it wasn’t ideal! His bloodlust might have been sated but not the wild, tumultuous libido throbbing in his loins like a beating drum.
Maybe tonight…no DEFINITELY tonight…he will taste the sweet charms of a warm, soft curved woman in his arms. What would become of her afterwards, Jon drove out of his mind and focused on the job at hand when he reached the fan pit and a few sweet blooded women touched and rubbed up against him, sending his already hungry body into overdrive.
The overwhelming smell as the scent of their sloshing blood mingled and wafted into his nostrils, Jon felt the familiar jab as fangs fought to be freed from the warm cavern of his mouth.
Jon…move away bro’…
Jon turned and flashed a –what-the fuck smile at Richie, he received a slight shrug of the shoulders from Rich and a playful twitch of eyebrows.
No one knew what is was about, but the moment was so comical and caught on the big screen at that moment and everyone chuckled.
Richie and Jon threw their heads back and burst out laughing. If they just knew what it was all about….Damn they would all be running and screaming in horror!
An hour later, the band found themselves in a crowded bar, each with a pretty little thing under the arm, and a beer in hand and Jon his ever present red wine.
Richie, Tico and David kept a close eye on Jon, he seemed to be quite in control and for a while they were all blinded in thinking it was the old Jon of earlier days. When Jon emptied his glass of red wine and stood up to bid them all goodnight, the men felt their hair rise in fear. Jon’s baby blue eyes had that unusual glitter to it and they knew…
“I’ll see you assholes tomorrow, k?” he saw the uncertain look in their eyes and snickered, his fangs only that tiny inch in the way. “Everything is under control. You all have a good night now!” He winked and pulled the dark haired girl closer for a quick kiss on the lips. “Let’s go honey.”
“You think he will be ok?” Tico raised the question in everyone’s mind.
“Fuck knows man…I think we better take this party closer to home, whaddya think?” Richie needed to be close enough if the shit hit the fan.
“Let’s go.” Tico was up already, his cigar killed in the ashtray.
~~~~~
Obie stared at the number on the white sheet of paper.
Should he?
Jon’s self assured face swam into view, his sarcastic answer rung in his ears.
“I don’t need fucking help man. Chimala showed me the ropes, I’m good to go. I don’t need some screwed professor to tell me shit. I’m doing this on my own. The less people know about me the better…ok? ”
Obie was living a nightmare since Jon had revealed his new state to him. Nights of restlessness and horrific nightmares kept him pacing, thinking…worrying. And that’s when he remembered. Way back in the 80’s they were touring Russia, horrific massacres filled the newspapers, accusing vampire activities. They have laughed it off back then, writing it down to some sick cult. Little did they know!
He had called Carlos, needless to say the man was shocked to silence by the strange reason for the call. He had promised Obie to make a few phonecalls and true to his word he had given him a number for someone that might know the vampire cult. Carlos had begged that Obie wouldn’t involve him and he had promised, thanking him for taking the trouble to get the number. The fear in Carlos’ voice should have warned him but he was desperate to get help…any help for Jon.
Folding the piece of paper neatly into a little square, he buried it underneath his clothes in the suitcase, deciding that he will honor Jon’s request. He would hang onto the little scarp of hope should Jon ever change his mind.
~~~
“My..My! Are you a hungry boy?” Her pouty lips had Jon mesmerized.
What she could do with those lips! He licked his own, suppressing a growl.
Her hand was cupping his crotch, rubbing sensually against the ever growing bulge. Lord her hands were massaging molten lava up his thighs, he was so damn hungry..NO! First things first..
He backed her towards the bed, demin clad thighs entwined with silky legs he tipped her over, a squeal of pleasure tingled from her lips as she hit the soft mattress.
She squirmed as he pushed against the apex of her thighs, he was fully aroused and ready to hunt…his head lowered and she hissed as his tongue traced lazy circles from her jaw down towards her neck.
“Aaahhhhh…oh yeah….” She sighed contently as he suckled her earlobe, something grazed her skin but she didn’t care, his mouth was pure sinful pleasure…
Eager hands tucked at his shirt, slipping button for button from its place, exposing all male. Long fingernails raked through the thick forest of fur, scraping male nipples as she wandered further.
“Daaammmnnn..thats nice….” his voice was low and raspy.
Jon suddenly rocked backwards, grabbing her hands he took her with him.
Standing before him he undressed every inch, kneeling down as he pushed the little skirt down towards her ankles.
Staying down he stared upwards, her eyes were smoldering fires of passion, her tongue moistened her lips and he was lost. Strong male hands outlined her curves, slipping upwards, stimulating every sensitive nerves with his fingertips.
“Come here stud.” She enticed him closer, leading him back towards the bed, she pressed down on his shoulders, he obeyed.
He liked her style, she liked to take control…he would let her…until later. His eyes took on an exciting glint that the girl in her aroused state failed to see.
His pants followed shortly after his shirt…she stared at him, a lusty smile on her face.
She sagged down on her knees, playing her fingers over his hairy thighs, her lips touched his, softly at first and then the fire exploded. They crashed into each other, hungry mouths devouring each other, straining for more..
She broke the kiss, promise of delight danced in her eyes before she lowered her head. Sucking in his gut, he felt his ribs raise as his lungs expanded, moist lips touched the rim of his shaft and he let it all out, whooshing as the air left his lungs in blinding speed.
“Ooohh fuck honey…Oooh lord!”
Her stroking fingertips left his thighs, cupping his swollen sack, she squeezed gently, heightening the intense pleasure even more.
She slipped around him, taking him as far as he would go, pumping slightly she felt him thicken even more. His hands were in her hair, tucking, then stroking, cupping her nape.
All restraint slip and he grimaced as his fangs pried past his lips, his body felt alive, yet starving at the same time. He felt the climax rose inside him like a dark cloud and he roared as it crashed into him.
The girl settled back onto her haunches and Jon snapped back to reality. With one fell swoop did he pick her up, swung her around and slammed her onto his still engorged steel.
“Oh my God!” he knocked the breath out of her but her outcry didn’t fool him in the least, her welcoming grip on him was a dead give away.
Dipping his hips lower and swinging it upwards she groaned as he slid deeper, her body mirrored his rhythm and soon they were a sweaty, breathless unity, demanding pleasure from each other.
Warm wet trails slithered from her shoulder into her neck, Jon felt her walls spasm and he focused on the bulging vein in her neck. Lifting her hair from the back of her neck, he licked once...twice and bit down on the little river of blood as she climaxed.
Her shattered cry of pleasure and gasp of surprise as her climax climbed higher and higher was music to Jon’s ears and he suckled greedily.
Her body curved into his frame, her head fell to one side giving him the exposure he needed.
He had mastered the skill of feeding without causing pain and it worked out well for him...too damn well.
Jon knew he had to stop soon, he pulled away slightly just to crunch into her again, creating a new wound…her muscles was losing strength.
She murmured something incoherent and suddenly slumped forward, Jon’s fangs the only reason why she didn’t hit the carpet.
Her weight was suddenly lifted from his thighs and he blinked, puzzled.
“That’s enough..FUCK JON!” Richie cradled the girl’s limp body in his arms, his dark eyes fixed accusingly on Jon’s bloodied face.
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