"What are you doing?" Viktor said as he placed a hand on my back.
The unexpected touch made me squeal in surprise, which alerted Baba and Raoul. Baba looked in our direction and stopped what she was doing. She started walking towards the door with a puzzled look and I panicked.
Suddenly, Viktor grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the door. The two of us sprinted away down the hallway and into our bedroom. We heard Baba closing her door behind us, and we slammed our own shut just in time. I was taken aback when a chuckle suddenly escaped Viktor's lips. Laughter softened his handsome features and I couldn't help but start laughing too. The tension that had been building up between us for so long seemed to disappear in an instant. Before I knew it, I was touching Viktor's arm, leaning onto him.
"You look even prettier when you laugh", Viktor said in his deep, husky voice, as he brushed my cheek with the tips of his fingers while he tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear.
I couldn't resist looking him in the eyes. His beautiful, big icey blue eyes that were often cold but now emanated a warmth that made him irresistible. My heart was going mad and my skin felt like it was on fire. His scent, the closeness of his body made me wet and I wanted to kiss him so badly. Viktor seemed to read my thoughts, as his gaze dropped to my lips. In a moment of pure passion and lust, I found myself slowly leaning in towards him, wanting nothing more than to feel his tongue inside my mouth. But just as our lips were about to touch, I pulled away.
Fuck. I didn't want to feel that way. I wanted to be mad at him. I turned around and walked towards the bed. Flushed, I let all my weight fall on the mattress.
"That was so odd, wasn't it?" I said, trying to dissipate the spell woven between us. "What were they doing?"
To my shock, Viktor walked up to me and layed down right beside me, his arm resting on the pillow next to mine. I felt my heart thumping wildly against my chest as he turned onto his side and looked at me, a smirk playing on his lips.
"I didn't know they had that kind of relationship either," he said while smiling. Did it make him happy that their friends were together?
"Why... Why was Raoul tied? And Baba had a gag on her mouth..."
"They are protecting each other so they can't bite during sex… it's safer that way."
Our faces were so close I could feel Viktor's breath on my skin. Baba and Raoul... Was it possible for vampires to have sex between themselves without hurting each other, then? Why hadn't we tried that? It was true that when you were having sex you felt the urge to feed on the other person, but if there was a safe way of making love... That meant Viktor and I could fuck...
The thought made me blush and I quickly looked away from Viktor, trying to hide the fire growing in my cheeks. To make matters worse, the moaning and sex noises coming from Baba's room got louder and louder. Baba's moans of pleasure echoed in the cabin, while Raoul's growls and puffs grew deeper and faster and I felt like I was in the room with them. My senses were filled with the sounds and scent of lovemaking, which only inflamed the desire within me. The bed creaking, the headboard banging against the wall, the slap of flesh against flesh and the liquid sound of sucking and licking and penetration...
It was like what we were hearing was infecting us too. We were both silent, but I could feel a new kind of tension between us. Out of nervousness, I started to laugh again, getting even closer to Viktor's body. Gently, I placed my hands on his chest and soon I noticed Viktor's raging erection. I couldn't help but get even closer and, with my palm, I rubbed Viktor's cock, which was about to burst out of his pants. I could feel it throbbing and pulsating, as I wetted my lips with my tongue, wishing I could taste again the sweetness of the foam on his glans.
Viktor looked intensely at me and I could feel his hunger. His eyes were filled with burning passion, as if he wanted to devour me right then and there. We both knew that we wanted each other and that we couldn't deny our desire any longer. Without saying a word, I kissed him with an intensity that surprised us both.
Viktor didn't fight back; he let me kiss and feel the softness of his lips and chin and, soon enough, he was kissing me back, running his hands through my hair. His mouth moved against mine with the same rhythm as our heartbeats. Our tongues intertwined in a wild dance and our lips kept exploring each other's in long sensual kisses. I felt Viktor's hands move down to my waist and then onto my hips as he pulled me closer to him. Our bodies were now pressed together, his muscular torso pressing against my breasts, and I could feel his hard member pulsating against my thighs.
In a sudden move, Viktor moved his hands down my back and grabbed both of my buttocks, pushing them against him as our tongues explored each other's mouths hungrily. I felt Viktor's fingers going through my dress, slowly undoing the front laces until he got impatient and pulled it off with a swift move, revealing my breasts to him. I could feel my wetness spreading down my thighs. I was so horny that it was almost unbearable.
"Fuck, Viktor..." I moaned.
My nipples were already hard from desire, and I could feel them tingling and pulsating against Viktor's chest. His hands massaged them gently as he moved his thumbs over my nipples, sending shocks of electricity through my body. He then licked the back of my ear and travelled down towards my tits.
He started to suck and pinch at my nipples, slightly biting them at the same time. My body quivered in delight as his tongue circled around them making them harden even further under his touch. Meanwhile, his other hand kept exploring further down, pushing aside fabric as it got closer and closer to the innermost part of me. The sensation of his warm fingers against my pussy was overwhelming and I let out a deep moan. Viktor separated my labia with his thumb and index finger and started to rub me in small circles, going over the most sensitive spots gently. The pleasure kept increasing as he continued exploring my clitoris with his fingertips. He moved around with expertise and I knew he could make me come at any moment but that he wanted to keep playing for longer.
Suddenly, Viktor removed his hand from my pussy. His fingers were covered in my wetness. He licked them and put them in his mouth, savouring every bit of my flavour. His eyes sparkled as he looked at me and I couldn't help but feel completely transfixed. Finally, he put his middle fingers back inside me, this time with more intensity and force. His fingers moved faster and faster inside me, while at the same time he massaged my clitoris with his other hand. My breathing quickened as my pleasure built up and I felt myself getting closer to the edge.
"I want you!" I whispered slowly in his ear as I reached for his cock.
I unbuttoned his pants and grabbed onto it, feeling its warmth as I touched it. I started to stroke it up and down while he looked at me in shock.
"No, Lucy... Stop!" he whispered.
He grabbed my hand but I was beyond control and kept trying. The thirst was still there but I had no intention to bite him. I simply craved to fuck and feel his cock inside me once more.
"Lucy, we can't... I'd just hurt you..." he continued, but the hard-on that just kept growing in my hands was telling me otherwise.
"I said STOP!" Viktor screamed.
With a swift move he pulled away from me, leaving me mid-orgasm and confused. His face was filled with anger and I felt like all the love we had moments before had been replaced by rage and disappointment. He laid there for a few moments without speaking, until finally he sat up on the bed. I could feel my own fury rising as I looked at him.
"What's wrong now? You were doing it to me... You won't hurt me!" I begged, wishing he would just sink his cock inside me at once. "Baba and Raoul are doing it, just being careful! You can tie me up, we can use gags... Why don't you want to try it with me?" I asked in the brink of tears.
"I can't do this," Viktor said in a hoarse tone, as he walked away from the bed and set himself on the floor.
I insisted but he refused to answer. Again that grave-like silence tormented me inside; I felt so useless and used at the same time, just like a puppet hanging from the master's strings. It wasn't right, but there was nothing I could do about it. So I crawled into the bed and lay there, unable to find comfort in a fitful sleep that brought me no peace.