Night Train Part 9

Heshouted at her? White hot fury seared the back of her skull. She shouted right back. "Predator, you bastard!" Her fist shot out, straight for his mouth.

Aramus caught her fist in his hand and grinned. "Good."

Elaine froze startled. Oh God, what did I just do?

Rafael chuckled. "This one is going to be quite entertaining to educate."

Aramus pushed her hand down into her lap and reached back to take the glass from Rafael. "I am thrilled that you think so." He smiled sourly and lifted the glass to her mouth. "Drink."

Elaine licked her lips and reached for the glass. She was dying of thirst.

Aramus pulled it away. "No." He set the glass to her lips. "Drink."

Elaine let him tip the glass and drank. It tasted like water, but it didn't quite taste like water. And the more she drank, the more she wanted. She finished the glass far more quickly than she thought she would.

Aramus handed the empty glass back to Rafael.

Elaine's head began to swim and her panic slid back under a thick wave of exhilaration quickly followed by a wave of relaxation. She suddenly felt, really, really good. Almost, happy. "Whoa... What is that?" Rafael rose to his feet. "We will need to hurry." He moved around the sofa and pushed the door open.

Aramus scooped her up into his arms and rose to his feet. "Aquinas relaxes the will."

Elaine flopped back completely relaxed in his arms and groaned. "More compliance stuff?"

Aramus winced. "Yes." He followed at Rafael's heels, striding across the huge room with Elaine nestled in his arms.

Rafael glanced back as they passed the open bronze doors. "Aquinas tempers the fear. If we try to take you without it, your instinctive fear will not let you feel anything beyond pain."

Oh, that's right; they're making me into a vampire.She knew damned well she should be alarmed, but for some reason she couldn't quite summon the energy to do more than wonder. Elaine watched the hallway pass in a blur of white walls and smears of color. Doors slammed open and then closed. People scurried around them. A long winding staircase...

Her shoes were tugged from her feet and Elaine started awake. "Huh?" She was lying on an enormous bed in a night black room with walls and columns of black and silver marble. She was looking up at a huge black dome with glittering crystal stars and painted with clouds. A chandelier blazed with rainbow tinted crystals in the center of the dome like the moon. She moved her arm and something crinkled under her.Plastic? A glance showed that a clear plastic sheet had been spread over the bed's scarlet silk duvet.

Aramus leaned over her to tug at her belt, then opened the button on her pants. His sweater was missing. His bare chest shifted in an amazing display of muscle. Rafael was off to one side of the bed hastily tugging his cream sweater off and revealing a body built like a Greek statue.

Her pants slid from her thighs and Elaine's attention returned to Aramus. "Hey um... Am I about to have sex with both of you?"

Aramus's smile was tight as he tossed her jeans away. "Something like that."

Elaine released her breath. "Oh." She frowned. Her thoughts were muddy and hard to collect. "What's with the plastic sheet?"

"It is to save the silk." Rafael crawled across the bed toward them. "From blood stains."

Elaine stared. Rafael was freaking gorgeous in motion, and totally naked. He seemed to glow against the room's darkness. Her eyes were drawn from his predatory smile all the way down his sculpted body to his jutting cock. He was clearly happy to be there.

Before she had more than a moment to wonder, strong hands pulled her upright, then drew her sweater up her body and off her arms. Vaguely she watched it fly across the room.

Rafael crawled behind her. His arm closed around her waist, supporting her back against his smooth cool body. His lips brushed her shoulder. "She smells incredible."

Aramus licked his lips. "She tastes better." He opened his trousers and dropped them. His cock was thick, heavy and rigidly erect.

Fingers pressed against the side of her throat. Rafael's voice was soft. "Her blood pressure is very high. Between the two of us, this will be very swift."

The bed dipped as Aramus knelt on the mattress. "I have not done this before."

"Of this I am well aware." Rafael chuckled softly and drew Elaine backwards toward the center of the bed. "It is quite simple, you bleed, you fuck, you drink, and you bleed."

Aramus shook his head as he crawled following them to the center of the bed. "I do not know how to hold a soul."

Rafael let Elaine fall back onto the bed, her dark honey mane spilling everywhere. "Your heart will know." His eyes had widened to narrow rings of vivid sky-blue around pits of infinite shadow. "For the heart is where the soul of another is kept." He smiled with fangs that would have done a lion proud.

Elaine shivered, but panic seemed to be a small flutter very far away.

Rafael's eyes narrowed at Aramus. "You will need to drink first and very deeply to catch her and she will need your scent to ease her as I take the rest." "Agreed." Aramus stretched out beside Elaine, cupped her hip and pulled, tilting her onto her side facing him. "But she has only been debauched once." "Oh?" Rafael stretched out along her back. "You I assume?" Aramus smiled. "You assume correctly." He leaned close to brush a kiss across her mouth. Elaine closed her eyes and opened for his kiss. Her tongue brushed by his long teeth then stroked against his tongue. Heat speared straight to her core and tightened everything. She caught the perfume of expensive oil.

Rafael groaned. "I am oiled, I am ready."

Aramus brushed loose hair from Elaine's shoulder. "Forgive us, but we must be swift."

Rafael leaned up and pressed his lips to Elaine's ear. His black curls swept across her bare shoulder.

"There will be time, and then some, for more thorough exploration later. This I promise." He lifted his head. "Aramus, you know what must come first?"

Aramus's gaze slid to Rafael. "I know." He rolled Elaine on top of him and lifted his knees, forcing her

body to spread wide while pressing the heated length up against her intimate and rapidly creaming flesh.

Elaine felt the hard heat of him seek her, find her, center and thrust, sliding deep into her. She gasped, her legs tightened and she rocked to feel him move within her. She moaned. God, he felt good.

Aramus groaned and his hand pressed against her butt to still her. "Save your eagerness." He smiled.

Rafael slid in close along her right side, one leg covering theirs with the hot length of his cock pressing against the side of her thigh. He set his arm across Elaine's back, holding them both in his embrace.

Aramus took her mouth in a voracious kiss and turned his head away from Rafael, easing Elaine slightly

to one side. He closed his eyes and explored her mouth. Elaine groaned under the skillful caress of Aramus's tongue against hers, but couldn't close her eyes. From less than a kiss away Rafael knotted his hand in Aramus's long hair then brushed his lips against the throbbing hollow on Aramus's neck above his collar bone. His lips came back, showing the points of his teeth pressing into the skin of Aramus's throat. His gaze focused on Elaine and his arm tightened around them both.

Elaine's breath stilled and the hair rose on the back of her neck.

Aramus's arms closed hard around her, his tongue working deep and slow in her mouth as his heart hammered against hers.

Rafael bit down very carefully, but deeply, stabbing the full length of his fangs into Aramus's throat.

Elaine felt shock - and a flare of erotic heat.

Aramus tensed and moaned into her mouth, his eyes closed tight. He surged hard into her body and held perfectly still, deep within her, his entire body taut and trembling under hers.

Rafael's eyes closed and a feline purr rumbled as he swallowed. He pulled his lips away and stroked the four wounds on Aramus's throat with his tongue, leaving not a trace of blood. There was a terrifying sweetness and a haunting beauty in the act. He opened his eyes and licked smears of scarlet from his lips.

Her turn was coming. Those long lion's fangs would be in her throat, very soon.

Aramus pulled his mouth from hers and licked his lips. He centered her on his belly and pulled her head

down to his neck. His wounds were at her lips. His tongue stroked her throat.

Throat bites could be fatal, he had said.

Elaine shivered hard.

Behind them, Rafael settled between their entwined legs. He rose on his knees and then arched over

them, supporting himself on his palms.

Aramus lifted his knees, making room for Rafael, and slid more deeply into Elaine.

Elaine groaned. Rafael's chest was cool against her back, as cool as Aramus's chest against her breasts,

but Rafael's cock felt burning hot against the seam of her butt. Her heart ached as it pounded, but oddly,

the fear she knew she should be feeling was kept at a distance. Rafael's breath rasped against her right ear. His fingers and then his slick cock centered on the tight rose of her anus. "Push out, my sweet. Push out and let me in." He pressed for entry.

Elaine pushed and groaned as Rafael's broad cock-head began to spread her anus. The pulling ache was intense. She was already stretched full with Aramus's cock within her. She gasped for breath. Rafael groaned as he forged inward, a white hot brand sliding against the hard length already lodged within. "Mother Night, she is tight!"

Aramus groaned under her. "Of course, and you are not a small man!" "Neither of you are small!" Elaine whimpered between them. "You're going to split me in half!" Rafael chuckled, vibrating the invading pole stretching her backside. "Oh, yes, we will indeed split you in half, but not with our cocks." Elaine groaned and shifted in an attempt to ease the fullness. "Was that supposed to make me feel better?"

"Not quite." Rafael's hips pressed against her ass. "Ah, I am in."

"Good." Aramus grunted and moved in a long, voluptuous withdrawal.

Elaine moaned. He felt so good... Erotic heat flared.

Aramus groaned and surged back in, as Rafael moaned and began to withdraw.

There was pain, but it was blunted under a swell of horrifically decadent pleasure.

Rafael surged in and Aramus began to withdraw. Slowly, relentlessly, they thrust against each other in

counter-rhythm, fucking her.

Elaine writhed between them, but their hands held her still. She was in a marble palace being fucked and reamed by a pair of beautiful men-who were going to drink her blood. Cruel lust welled with a ruthless haste that made her gasp. Climax viciously tightened in her belly. Her muscles locked and trembled. "She rises," Rafael whispered. "Be ready." Elaine felt her hair grasped and wound tightly against the base of her neck. Aramus's lips and tongue whispered against the pulse in her throat. The points of his teeth pressed against her tender skin. Brutal pleasure, rapacious hunger, liquid heat... Their bodies tensed around and within hers. Anticipation perfumed the air with the salty aroma of lust and the sweet sweat of her fear. Tension coiled to unbearable tightness, thick and heavy with danger. White heat flared at the base of her skull, climax boiled in her core - and held, burning and roiling, holding her back from the edge. A soft whimper escaped. Teeth sank into her throat. The pain was sharp and swift. Release exploded and crashed through her, but she didn't have enough breath to scream.

She was falling with the rushing sound of a thousand wings. She could almost see the black feathers beating around her. She thought she might be dreaming. She could still hear her heart beating, and matching the pounding rhythm of theirs - or were their hearts matching hers?

It was getting colder.

She was going somewhere...

She opened her eyes and saw, her face, eyes dilated wide to blackness. The four cuts in her throat were frighteningly large and very deep. Thick scarlet threads ran down her shoulder, and over the curve of her breast.

Rafael hung over her shoulder, his teeth bared and a look of joy and hunger on his face. He was still thrusting.

"I have her," she said, but it wasn't her voice. It was Aramus's. She wasn't in her body - she was in Aramus's, and feeling his lust. He had yet to cum, and he wanted to, but he was waiting for something vitally important.

She watched Rafael lift her body upright against him. He tilted her head to the side, baring the bite mark on her throat. Her skin was so white. His mouth closed on her throat. Her body shuddered in his arms as his tongue stroked the wounds on her throat. "She tastes like fire." He smiled and licked his lips.

Elaine released a soft cry. She was back in her own body, and she was about to cum again. Rafael's arms held her upright, both cocks still thrusting into her, her body rocking with the strength of their thrusts. She could see the blood running down her breast.

Aramus rose, sitting up. He cupped her breasts in his hands and lapped at the rivulets of blood running down from her wounded and aching throat. His lips closed on her nipple and suckled with ruthless ferocity. His teeth scored her skin.

She whimpered. This climax was a snarling and angry beast. It clawed her vitals as it fought its way toward release.

Rafael's teeth sank into her throat.

Heat, fire, the scorching erotic ferocity of the teeth in her throat... This time, she screamed.

Rafael moaned, and swallowed.

She could feel the tear in her heart as something vital was pulled apart, torn asunder and ripped away. The sound of wings drowned her screams.

A flash of light and she saw...the back of her head, and Aramus's face. His mouth was stained with scarlet and he looked frightened.

"I have her," she whispered with Rafael's voice. She was in Rafael. Oceans of lifetimes lived in here. Thousands of faces, places, sights...burning cities, and books.