Sylvie

All of the homes centered around the Swift Creek Mill.  When the mill was built, it was built with a water wheel that silently powered the four millstones within the building itself.  At the time it crushed rock for building purposes and crushed wheat to make flour.  By the early 1900’s the mill had become outdated and converted into a live-action theater that routinely put on Shakespeare plays throughout the year along with whatever had become popular at the time.  When the late 1980s brought the city a massive mall structure and more industry, the city council invested in a large auditorium that held triple the amount of people the playhouse did, killing its need.

Falling into disarray, the area was abandoned for a little over forty years and Alan got the entire estate for almost nothing.  His own condo had been refurbished and converted by none other than Twilight Tonight and lots of salesmanship from Martin Shores.

Alan pulled his car into his parking space and shut off the nearly silent engine. “Why did I have to get you back in my mind after about twenty years?  Martin.  He’s why.  So good at everything he does and brags about his Mistress..Yes, you Miss Miakoda..the one with the visions.”  He reflected aloud, thinking of Sylvie.  Resisting the angry urge to slam his hand on the dashboard, Alan got out and locked the vehicle before entering his home.

“Veronica?”  He politely questioned.  Alan heard the television on and turned to a late-night local talk show where the host was talking about the strange Halloween season the localities were having.  He walked to his living room and saw Veronica stretched out on the loveseat with a loose-fitting robe lightly covering her frame. “Comfy?”  Alan asked and pulled off his jacket and tie.

Sitting up slow enough that her baby blue silk robe opened at the breast, Veronica smiled at Alan. “Mmhmm, I am very comfy.”  She smiled and flicked her tongue over her four new fangs. “I am just happier now.”  She winked and patted the place beside her on the loveseat. “You look tired, for a vampire.”  She focused her red-rimmed eyes on her partner. “I have been keeping myself on edge so I can feed with you, if you are going hunting.”

Walking over to sit beside his partner and creation, Alan took Veronica’s hand and kissed it gently. “We went hunting just before…”  He laughed, “You seem older than you honestly are.  I forget that you are hours old, my lovely vampiress.”  He crawled behind Veronica and clutched her to his chest, gently fondling her twin globes. “Go ahead and drink your fill of bottled blood and we will hunt extensively tomorrow just after dusk, and before the meeting.”

Veronica closed her eyes and sighed when Alan cupped her breasts under the robe. “Soft yet strong hands, love.”  She twisted a bit so the two could kiss. “Show me that you missed being here…”  She softly chuckled and pressed her lips onto Alan’s.  Instantly the early evenings worries disappeared as the simple kiss continued.  Veronica let out a heavenly sigh as she felt Alan’s velvety yet masculine lips press into hers once more.  Minutes ticked away slowly and eventually Veronica felt Alan reluctantly break their liplock. “Mmhmm…”  Veronica squirmed and turned to face her man. “...That was very…much..”  She traced the outline of his strong cheek with her fingers, “...Necessary after having been away from me most of the night.”

Smiling wide, Alan opened his mouth to speak when he felt Veronica’s fingers popping the buttons off of his shirt. “Well.”  He exclaimed. “Someone is very excited to see me.”  He winked and slipped his upper body free of the garment.  Likewise, Alan opened Veronica’s robe and pulled it from his lady’s gentle and sloped shoulders. “Perfect, my dear.”  He muttered and leaned up to kiss one of Veronica’s exposed shoulders. “I would have had a better time if I hadn’t left this evening.”  Alan whispered between little pecks on Veronica’s shoulder and neck. 

Pushing herself up from her relaxed position, Veronica reached for a small remote control and with a wink, pressed the button.  A second later, the tones of slow and sexy R&B filled the room.  Veronica slinked her way into Alan’s lap. “I thought the same thing, Mister Brown.”

Feeling a thin set of hands reach down and unbuckle his belt, Alan felt himself unexpectedly swaying and moving with the beat of the music playing.  Unwilling to sit still while Veronica removed his pants, Alan slid his fingers through the long dirty blonde locks that had drifted down over his lover's radiant brown eyes.  Tucking the strands of hair behind Veronica’s ears, Alan was struck by his emotional attachment in the span of two days. “Is love this easy?”  Alan once more pressed his lips to Veronica’s and felt the rush of heat and excitement pulse through his dead veins, and send chills all through his body.  

-A pleasant accident.  A happy rendezvous.  Heart pounding excitement.  Just go with it.- 

While he was letting the emotional thoughts run wildly, Alan felt his pants and underwear slip off and heard the metal of his belt buckle hit the floor.  He pulled slowly from their embrace and leaned back into the soft cushions, just looking at the woman before him. “I am excited to see you as well, sweetness.”  he winked at Veronica as he felt the heated blood rush through his body making his arousal readily apparent.  When Veronica raked her nails down the front of Alan’s chest, he tossed his head back and let out a happy grunt and grasped his lover by her hips. “Your touch…is…god yes…”  He lightly keened and let his body come to life under her careful caresses, and her touch going lower with every move. 

Veronica felt Alan relax most of his body and sluggishly fold into the couch. “My poor Alan..”  She teased and slipped her hands down to his lean thighs, raking her nails across the soft flesh. “..So much more to come, my dearest…”  She sexually giggled and slid to the floor, leaning on her knees.

Although relishing the sensations of fiery energy going all through his body, Alan still reflectively arched his back and let out a gentle and needy moan when Veronica wrapped her hands around his hot and swollen hardness. “Yes…just like…t-t-that..”  He spittled as his lover's hands gently worked his sex.  Only after he felt Veronica’s lips encompass his entire length, did Alan open his eyes wide and suck in a desperate gasp for air that he needed for a semblance of relief. “So god damned good…” Alan couldn’t think of anything else except the wet heat surrounding his now pulsing erection.  Squirming on the loveseat with every licked length of his rod, Alan found the strength to run his fingers through his wonderful lover’s thick dark-blonde hair. “Mo-More than-than…I de-deserve…Christ…”  Alan expressed and flopped his head back once more and lived in the moment.

Veronica swirled her tongue a few more times before lifting herself from Alan’s rigidity. “My pleasure, my love.  I have been thinking about this for a few hours now.”  She winked and licked Alan’s tip. “Recall you taught me that blood is everything, darling.”  She laughed and let her fangs lock into place with a soft click. “I can’t drain this..” She pumped his length softly, “..but I can do this.”  She kissed one of his inner thighs and scraped her fangs in little circles for a few seconds before biting down and releasing Alan’s nearly sexually boiling blood into her mouth.

“V-V…oh shit…aughdd…baby, oh god…yes…yes.”  Alan sputtered as he felt his blood release and give him a little break from the impending orgasm that was steadily trying to escape. “Just…You can’t take too much..ahem…nours-shis-ments…”  He stammered in a haze, but managed to form the command. “You have to stop after a total of f-five seconds…you cannot…sweet god….cannot drain me.”