I wasn't there to stake him, but I would if the need arose. I wanted to talk him out of it. Two adults, polite discussion. Nothing more. But, I stopped dead in my tracks at what I saw, unable to pull my gaze away. Unable to speak a word. It could have been the shock of seeing Avery's body over both of the teenagers before him, I'm not sure. Or maybe the sounds of pure enjoyment coming from the young girl as Avery fed at her neck. Or maybe it was the way Avery stroked the face and chest of the boyfriend, causing small shivers and shudders to wrack his entire frame. I was taken by surprise though, that much I will admit. And although, initially, the surprise made me falter in my tracks, the sight of Avery's bare butt - his jeans had fallen to the ground around his ankles and his back was to me - slowly rocking backward and forward against the teenagers trapped against the wall before him made me unable to move a muscle further.
He was feeding from her neck, one hand running up and down the sides of her skimpy top. His other running over the torso of the boy just to her side. I couldn't see where the boy's hands were, but he wasn't fighting the vampire feeding from his girl. He wasn't defending her either. He was watching Avery though, with a look of pure ecstasy gracing his face. All I could see, was Avery drinking from the girl's neck, stroking the boy to keep him quiet and slowly rocking his pelvis erotically. His butt rippled with each thrust of his hips. A slow, rhythmic motion that held me captive, I couldn't for the life of me look away. He was purring, that vampire purr they have when they really are enjoying themselves and the boy was definitely letting it be known he was having fun too. The girl just looked stunned, in a lust-filled kind of way.
Her eyes were closed in pure bliss, her head slightly thrown back elongating her neck for Avery's mouth and tongue to devour. The rhythm and sounds the three of them were making were hypnotic and I realised with a shock of guilt, that I was slightly turned on watching. I actually wanted to feel what they were feeling. I actually missed it so much I found myself wanting to be against that wall. The thought of envisaging anyone else but Michel, feeding from me and making me feel anything - anything other than loss and heartache and despair - like that, was too much. I doubled over in pain and shock trying desperately to inhale oxygen into my lungs.
The sounds began to grow to a peak and I pulled myself back to the present. I had no doubt Avery knew I was there now. Hell, he probably knew the moment I stepped into the alley. He hadn't stopped, he'd continued as though I didn't matter. All that mattered was getting his fill and spilling his seed. I looked up as he rocked one last time against the trapped teenagers, shuddering and gasping in final release. His tongue came out and licked her neck intimately, gently, with such care. And then he turned to look at the boy, holding him in his gaze for several seconds. The boy's mouth opened in a slight O shape and then without any further assistance from Avery he shuddered, groaned and slumped against the vampire that held him by a firm hand around the throat. It was all so not what I was used to seeing. I felt a little sick.
Avery turned his attention back to the girl, his hand brushed her long black hair out of her eyes and held her jaw, tipping her face up to him.
“Open your eyes,” he said, huskily. She obeyed. He murmured something else I couldn't quite hear, his eyes casting a jade hue to the dark scene and then he let her step away. She smiled sweetly at me as she skipped past holding the hand of her now recovered boyfriend, both none the worse for wear. Well, not aware of being anything other than none the worse for wear anyway. He'd glazed them both and sent them on their way. They probably wouldn't even remember what had happened. Who knows. Either way, Avery had taken advantage of them, her in particular and she had
He was feeding from her neck, one hand running up and down the sides of her skimpy top. His other running over the torso of the boy just to her side. I couldn't see where the boy's hands were, but he wasn't fighting the vampire feeding from his girl. He wasn't defending her either. He was watching Avery though, with a look of pure ecstasy gracing his face. All I could see, was Avery drinking from the girl's neck, stroking the boy to keep him quiet and slowly rocking his pelvis erotically. His butt rippled with each thrust of his hips. A slow, rhythmic motion that held me captive, I couldn't for the life of me look away. He was purring, that vampire purr they have when they really are enjoying themselves and the boy was definitely letting it be known he was having fun too. The girl just looked stunned, in a lust-filled kind of way.
Her eyes were closed in pure bliss, her head slightly thrown back elongating her neck for Avery's mouth and tongue to devour. The rhythm and sounds the three of them were making were hypnotic and I realised with a shock of guilt, that I was slightly turned on watching. I actually wanted to feel what they were feeling. I actually missed it so much I found myself wanting to be against that wall. The thought of envisaging anyone else but Michel, feeding from me and making me feel anything - anything other than loss and heartache and despair - like that, was too much. I doubled over in pain and shock trying desperately to inhale oxygen into my lungs.
The sounds began to grow to a peak and I pulled myself back to the present. I had no doubt Avery knew I was there now. Hell, he probably knew the moment I stepped into the alley. He hadn't stopped, he'd continued as though I didn't matter. All that mattered was getting his fill and spilling his seed. I looked up as he rocked one last time against the trapped teenagers, shuddering and gasping in final release. His tongue came out and licked her neck intimately, gently, with such care. And then he turned to look at the boy, holding him in his gaze for several seconds. The boy's mouth opened in a slight O shape and then without any further assistance from Avery he shuddered, groaned and slumped against the vampire that held him by a firm hand around the throat. It was all so not what I was used to seeing. I felt a little sick.
Avery turned his attention back to the girl, his hand brushed her long black hair out of her eyes and held her jaw, tipping her face up to him.
“Open your eyes,” he said, huskily. She obeyed. He murmured something else I couldn't quite hear, his eyes casting a jade hue to the dark scene and then he let her step away. She smiled sweetly at me as she skipped past holding the hand of her now recovered boyfriend, both none the worse for wear. Well, not aware of being anything other than none the worse for wear anyway. He'd glazed them both and sent them on their way. They probably wouldn't even remember what had happened. Who knows. Either way, Avery had taken advantage of them, her in particular and she had
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