Chocolate
I am sucking Baby's
left nipple, running my hands along her thighs. My future-self has his hands
in her hair and is kissing her passionately before letting go. I am dimly aware
of his hand reaching past me to pick up the telephone.
"Room Service," he moans, "we need a bottle of chocolate syrup,
a jar of honey, marshmallows, and whipped cream."
I let go of Baby's nipple just long enough to interject, "don't forget
the ice cubes mate."
I let my mouth travel down Baby's flat stomach as my future-self finishes his
call to room service. I place butterfly kisses along her hips as I make my way
torturously slowly towards her sex. Then, in the little valley where her soft
stomach runs seamlessly into her groin, I find faded marks. Marks of life those
are. It would seem my future-self found himself a true woman, a woman who bore
children long before becoming mother to my future-self's childers.
I can't resist the urge to run my tongue along the more prominent faded marks
on her belly, and she moans and thrusts her hips up a little closer to my mouth.
She's proud of those scars of life, she is. As she should be. They are the ultimate
proof of her femininity, make her more woman than some live ones I've seen over
the years, the Slayer included.
I kiss each and every one of those marks as I move towards her waxed mound at
snail pace. Whatever the oddities of having sex with yourself---I try not to
think too hard about that aspect of our current situation as even vampires have
limits---I can't think of any woman I'd rather be with at this moment. She's
everything I've ever wanted.
My future-self is back on the bed now. I can sense him near her head, and I
know he's kissing her again. Then, as my tongue reaches her thigh, I can feel
his hand sweeping over my hips. I hesitate only for a moment before delicately
parting Baby's folds with my tongue, even as his hand travels past my arse and
settles between my thighs. All three of us moan simultaneously.
There's a knock on the door, and my future-self removes his hand from my groin.
Before I can even consider stopping what I am doing, a bedsheet settles on top
of me and I take that as an invitation to continue licking Baby's smooth pussy.
Not that I would be able to stop even if I wanted to: her fist is locked in
my hair and pushing my face into her wet folds with vampire strength.
I continue my ministrations until my future-self's hand gently lifts up my face.
"What's it to be for you then," he smirks pointing at the tray on
the bedside table, "chocolate syrup or marshmallows?"
I hesitate for only a moment before grabbing the bottle of Hershey's. I move
up towards the top of the bed where Baby is lying with a beatific expression
on her face. I am starting to think she had this planned all along, ever since
she realized that I was not her husband back in the cemetery.
"Suit yourself," my future-self chuckles as I squirt liberal amounts
of chocolate syrup across Baby's breasts.
As I start licking chocolate-covered pert nipples, I can see my future-self
out of the corner of my eye, gently inserting marshmallows into Baby's weeping
pussy with his tongue. Hot chocolate will never be the same again after tonight.
I start nibbling her nipple as my future-self starts eating her out in earnest
and Baby lies moaning, bucking her hips up to meet his tongue.
I run my chocolate-covered tongue up her breast to her neck before plunging
it into her waiting mouth, while my hand, dripping with chocolate, starts kneading
her breasts. She meets my lips eagerly, sucking me hard into her mouth and cleaning
off every trace of chocolate with her little rough tongue.
My future-self still has his face buried between her legs, but he reaches up
one of his hands and languidly moves it across my buttocks and down between
my cheeks until his fingers rub across my testicles. I shiver.
"Don't suppose you ordered any cooking oil with the sweets?" I moan.
His laugh is muffled, his mouth still buried deeply between Baby's legs. "There's
whipped cream," he mumbles.
His fingers stop fondling my testicles for a moment, only to return seconds
later coated in cream. They slide up towards their goal as I plunge my tongue
back into Baby's mouth and stifle a moan. I yelp with pleasure as my future-self
inserts one cream-coated digit inside me and I thrust my hips back towards him
forcefully. Forget what I said about having sex with yourself, it's well worth
the weirdness if it ends up feeling this good!
He's laughing again. "Hold your horses, would you?" He chuckles at
my hips thrashing wildly towards him. "Christ, was I ever as impatient
as that, Baby?"
"You still are as impatient as that," Baby replies dryly, "and
I think it may be time for the main course."
I watch my future-self as he slowly, deliberately runs his tongue up the length
of Baby's slit. Then his hands fasten around my hips and pull me down to the
bed until I am lying sandwiched between him and Baby. He inserts a second finger
in my arse and starts stretching me in preparation, even as Baby starts stroking
my rock-hard cock with her hands. The two of them work perfectly in tandem,
like two parts of the same entity. Christ, this is going be even better than
I thought!
Baby turns to lie flush against me and hooks one of her knees over my thigh.
Then she guides my cock into her oh-so-tight pussy, even as my future-self replaces
his fingers with his hard shaft. We let out a collective moan.
My future-self starts thrusting into me slowly, making me pant and gasp in pleasure.
After a few seconds I find his rhythm, and begin to thrust into Baby as slowly
and deliberately as he is thrusting into me. If I were to die right now, I would
die a very happy man.
Our movements are perfectly matched. The three of us move as one, with my future-self
dictating the tempo of our fucking. My tongue is battling Baby's again inside
her mouth and my hands are wrapped inside her glorious red curls, while my future-self
is placing butterfly kisses along my jugular, his arms wrapped tightly around
both Baby and myself.
All three of us are panting with unneeded breath now. Baby is baring her neck
to me in an unmistakably gesture of submission. Nobody has ever yielded to me
like this before, not even Dru. I am so close to coming, I don't even notice
when I mirror her movement and bare my neck for my future-self behind me.
He roars, and sinks his fangs into my neck, as his cock starts to twitch in
orgasm, and then I am spilling too, as I bury my fangs in Baby's neck and start
drinking deeply. Her fangs slice into my breast moments later and her pussy
contracts like a vice around my throbbing dick.
After a few seconds my future-self and Baby withdraw their fangs and start licking
the twin punctures clean. I allow myself a few more deep drinks from Baby: it's
been a while since I drank from another creature. Neither of them makes any
effort to move though. They both stay tightly wrapped around me, and it's been
even longer since I had a chance to revel in the afterglow.
Both my future-self, limpening cock still inside me, and Baby are purring, relaxing
on either side of me, and I close my eyes in contentment. Maybe I can stay like
this for just a little while. Maybe my future-self and Baby won't use me as
a doormat on their way back into their room. Maybe I can feel safe and sound
and loved, just for a little while.
~ Fin~