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Yours, Mine, and Ours or The Van Helsing Stake	By : Beaverhausen13 Category: 1 through F > Friday the 13th: The Series Views: 549 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I’m in a red room with sparse black leather furniture, on my hands and knees with a collar and leash around my neck, mostly naked save for a small black loincloth. Pam, dressed in a liquid leather hot pink catsuit and matching stilettos, has the other end of the leash and leads me around the room. “Good Puppy.” She drawls, “Now, sit.”
          I do. God, she’s fucking gorgeous.
          “Stay. Good boy.” She compliments, “Lick my feet, Puppy.”
          I do this as well. I know if I just do what she wants I will get my reward.
          “Gooooood boy.” Pam purrs at me, pulling down the zipper on the front of her catsuit as I continue to lick. In the blink of an eye she’s out of the catsuit and is completely naked save for the pink stilettos. She leads me by the leash to a black leather chair, sitting down, “Kneel, Puppy.” She commands, and I kneel on my knees in front of her. “Lick.”
          My hands grip her hips as I settle in and do what I’m told. It seems that she likes what I’m doing, because she’s moaning and a hand goes into my hair and forcefully guides me to exactly where she wants me to lick. I’m so hard it’s bordering on tortuous. I keep going and soon she’s pulling me up by the leash to face her.
          “Fuck, Puppy.” Pam orders, and I slide on top of her and inside. Oh, fucking wow. Pam’s fangs pop out and she bites hard into my neck as I keep thrusting on top of her. “Mmmm, goooooood boy.” Pam moans in my ear after releasing my neck, “Gooooooood boyyy.”
          I’m about to climax when…
          My eyes fly open and I find myself back in the honeymoon suite with Micki. Her skin is still glimmering a touch and the world still has a sort of sheen to it, but I don’t feel as high as I did last night. Micki’s head rests against my chest and her body snuggles a little more into mine as she lets out a small moan. I am hard as a rock right now, and my guilty boner is grazing against Micki’s hip, proof that the dream that faded away just happened. They weren’t kidding about the erotic dreams. Jesus.
          I don’t even want to think about what Micki’s dreaming about right now. Her groin grinds into my thigh and she’s excruciatingly wet.
          Goddammit.
          But speaking of which…
          Last night was just wall-to-wall incredible. From the magical hot tub experience to our many varied couplings throughout the night, I still remain in awe that it actually occurred. Vampire blood could be used as a sexual aide, most definitely. I was like the Energizer Bunny. And we just kept going and going…
          Mmm. Thinking about that has made me even harder, if that’s possible. Micki moans, then sucks in a breath as she jolts awake. Her breathing is heavy as she greets me, “Good morning.” She says, looking a little guilty.
          “Good morning, glittering sunshine.” I respond as she crawls up my chest to kiss me. Her softness drapes my front and her abdomen traps my raging erection between us as our lips meet.
          She giggles, “Damn, Ryan.”
          “I won’t ask if you don’t.” I respond, referring to our erotic dreams about Eric and Pam.
          “It’s probably best.” Micki agrees and kisses me again. She still feels like better than heaven to me; her breasts crushing into my chest as she presses her body further into mine while our kiss notches up in passion. Good morning indeed. God, she’s incredible. I couldn’t be more in love with a person if I tried. My arms wrap around her waist and I flip us over so that she’s now under me, kissing down her neck and chest and latching onto the nipple of her left breast. Her fingers twine in my hair as she lets out a moan, “Ryan.” She squeaks out adorably.
          I don’t think I’ll ever get over how soft she is. It’s incredibly easy to get lost in her. My lips move slowly toward her right breast and I commence my suckle there. She lets out another moan and I move a finger down into her curls to caress her softly there.
          Sweet mercy. So, so wet.
          Oh my fucking God, I need to be inside her. I kiss my way back to her mouth and my cock slides against her delicious wetness as our hips grind into each other. She reaches down and guides me to her entrance, and I happily sink into her. Oh yeah, this is exact perfection, this enveloping warm, tight softness. I thrust into her slow, deep, and hard as I keep kissing her delectable mouth. My whole being is just zinging with my desire for her. Her legs circle my waist and I increase my pace a touch, simply marveling at how *fucking good* she feels. Funny that just 24 hours ago I never would have dreamed that we’d end up this way. Well, I did dream about it, but never thought it was going to happen.
          Yet here we are. And she is just stunning. Her skin is glinting in the morning sun with little pink and silver sparkles, the effect not as intense as it was last night, but still very present. Her inner walls squeeze at me with each thrust and it’s starting an electric zip that runs up and down my spine. Micki kisses her way to my neck and I feel her body start to shiver under me. She’s so fucking gorgeous, it’s like she’s not even real. Like she only exists in dreams. Her orgasm is convincing me otherwise; the way her walls are gripping at me as I keep thrusting hard and deep and her beautiful body just shaking all over is prodigiously real. I’m incredibly close already, due to her intoxicating vibrations and the fact that it’s, well, *her*. I’ve been fantasizing about this for so long, now that it’s finally happening, *and* has exceeded every known human expectation partly due to vampire blood, I can barely believe it. I keep waiting to wake up.
          She’s yelling again as I climax, just an anvil force of goodness dropping like a bomb through my entire being. We’re both quaking with seismic force and crying out at the impression of it. God she’s good. Our peaks finally subside and I slip out of her, our arms wrapping around each other and mouths joining as we continue to tremble slightly. “So *that’s* still really intense.” I remark shakily.
          “Tell me about it. I had the double orgasm again.” She says with a tremulous giggle.
          “The double orgasm?” I ask, pulling back a bit to gaze at her shimmering face.
          “Yeah, a two in one. It’s different from multiple orgasms because it’s just one that doesn’t quite go away, but there are two peaks. It’s pretty crazy. And feels outstanding.” Micki explains, leaning in to kiss me, “So thank you for that.”
          Man, women’s bodies are incredible. “I can’t say I felt *that* necessarily,” I tell her, “Mine was more like a nuclear warhead detonating in my loins. So thank *you* for that.”
          “Happy to be of assistance.” Her lips caress mine in a slow, soft kiss.
“Want to grab some breakfast?” I ask her. Food sounds incredible right now.
“Yes, that sounds amazing. And coffee,” Micki adds, “I can’t wait to drink some coffee.”
We manage to force ourselves out of the incredibly comfortable and completely broken-in heart shaped bed, taking a pretty abbreviated shower together that is surprisingly sex free and getting dressed. I quickly don a pair of olive-green knee length shorts and a Cure tour shirt while Micki slips on another short white halter dress, this one with multicolored flowers all over. Damn, she looks good.
“Goddess.” I remark, “Never doubt 1,000-year-old wisdom.”
“Okay, Puppy.” Micki cracks back, reminding me of the dream I had about Pam last night, “Are you going to call the airline, or should I?”
“I can do it.”
I call and reserve the tickets back home for later this afternoon, and soon Micki and I are in the hotel restaurant again. We both order the country fried steak breakfast and delicious, delicious coffee. It’s seriously the best coffee I’ve ever had. I don’t remember it being nearly as tasty yesterday. And when we stepped out of the hotel room, we could smell every flower and the birds were chirping some sort of symphonic masterpiece. The way the sunlight glints off the leaves of the trees is also something to marvel at. Even the Formica on this table looks really cool. Our food arrives and we dig in, both moaning happily at its utter deliciousness. Holy shit, this tastes incredible. My tongue is singing at how wonderful every spice is, all of the seasonings magnified.
I wonder how long this is going to last? I’m not complaining, though. What an awesome way to exist. I’m pretty over the moon as it is, the fact that Micki and I are together would be enough, but this amplified sense of being is really quite the extra treat. What a magical, beautiful, tasty world we live in. I’m just so fucking happy.
I bite into the fluffiest biscuit on Earth and stare across the booth at Micki. The sun is really making her glow right now, the pink and silver sparkles dancing on her skin as this white halo just emanates around her. She shovels in another bite of chicken fried steak and moans happily, “Oh my god, this is so good.” She smiles after she swallows, her knife going in to cut another bite.
“I love you so goddammed much.” I say in wonder, just overcome with the feeling of it all.
“I love you too, my golden puppy.” Micki laughs, nudging me with her toe under the table, “He that glows in the sun.”
“Don’t even get me started on what *you* look like right now.” I chuckle, swallowing the rest of my biscuit and dowsing my hash browns with tabasco sauce, “*She* that glows in the sun.”
“Do you think we’ll be okay to drive?” Micki asks me.
“We can walk in a straight line, we should be fine. And that’s even after last night. In fact, with all my senses heightened like this, I’m probably better than okay to drive.” I tell her.
“True.” She agrees, biting into her biscuit, “Oh my God.” She moans, “This is so scrumptious.”
Our waitress approaches our vicinity, passing with a tray full of plates, “Glad y’all are enjoying yerselves.”
“Best breakfast ever.” I compliment, eating my outstanding hash browns.
“I’ll tell Taco you said so.” The waitress drawls, “It’ll make his day.”
Micki and I finish our fantastic breakfast, slam the rest of our coffee, and pay the check. We make our way back to our room to start packing so that we’re out by check-out time, which is 11 a.m. Our flight is supposed to leave at 2:45 p.m., so we’ll have a little time to kill in Shreveport before we have to be at the airport. We figure that we’ll grab lunch somewhere. Now we’re just trying to figure out where while we pack, me thumbing through a Yellow Pages while Micki goes to get the lockbox from the hotel safe. Hmm. So many options. Micki comes back in the room with the lockbox and moves to put it in the bottom of her suitcase.
“What do you think about authentic Southern fare?” I ask her, “There’s a diner called Mom’s Place about a fifteen-minute drive from the airport that seems promising.”
“That could be good.” She responds, “We might as well take advantage of the authenticity while we’re here.”
We finish packing and get our bags in the trunk of the rental car with about five minutes to spare. I’m really going to miss this room. We’ll have to come back and visit someday. This is now a sacred site, a place of grand consummation. The honeymoon suite at the Fantasy Palace in Shreveport, Louisiana is officially my Zion.
I am so excited to continue our lives together.
“I want to drive.” Micki tells me after we turn in our room keys, “You deal with the map.”
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