Realm of the Rogues

Chapter XXXV

- - {Pov: Dom} - -

I hear the door lock behind me and smirk a little at the indication, that Ethena worried I might slip into the room later. I'm a civilized man, I would never do that, I think a bit sarcastically, as the thought is quite tempting.

I walk down the hall to the front desk and slip behind it, to grab the keys to the room next to ours. As I return and stand before room 34, I unlock it silently and walk in. It is completely identical to the one Athena is sleeping in, which means that our beds will only be separated by a thin wall. How exciting. That will also mean, that if anything happens during the night, I will hear it loud and clear and have no problem coming to her rescue.

I close the door behind me but don't lock it. Maybe Athena will get the wonderful idea to come in and cuddle later, and I don't want to be the one to stop her from that. I shake my head and rub my eyes, as I realize what turn my thoughts have made. My mind is preoccupied with wicked thoughts, and I need to get them out. This can't be good.

I pull off my t-shirt and turtleneck in one move, before unbuckling the belt to my pants. Before long I stand in nothing but my briefs, catching a glance of my perfectly built body in the mirror. I decide a quick and cold shower might be good to clear my mind. I move on into the bathroom, turn the shower nozzle to cold, and let the water flow out. Then I pull down my briefs and step into the shower. I gasp as the ice-cold water hits my back. I get used to the cold for a second, take a deep breath, and turn around to face the stream of water. I quickly scrub my face with my hands, then I put my head down to breathe and place my hands on the wall in front of me. For a second I wonder if I should soap myself in, but decide against it. I have achieved my intended goal with this shower, so no need to stay in here for any longer.

I turn off the water and grab a towel from the hook just outside the entrance to the shower. I quickly dry off my face and rub the towel into my hair to get as much water out of the strand, as I can. As I walk to the bed, I dry off my chest and back. Before I jump into bed, I dry off my legs and feet, throw the towel onto the chair, and then slip into the nice and soft bed.

I sigh a big sigh of relief, as some of the warmth returns to my body. It's quite funny actually - I've been naturally cold ever since my transformation from human to vampire. But I've never quite managed to let go of the satisfied feeling that comes with getting warmed up. Or shake the uncomfortable feeling that comes with being cooled down. I can't die of hyperthermia, and cold doesn't hurt me like it does many other beings, but that doesn't mean that I like the feeling of being cold. Over the years I have found, that my absolute favorite method of getting warm, is being surrounded by lovely naked women in a bed.

I exhale in content, as I burrow myself further into the bed. I begin to reflect back on what a day it has been. Who would ever have thought, that the naked trio, would turn out to be so interesting? I for one would never have guessed, that Athena would turn out to be a banshee. Even after tasting her delicious blood, I had no idea, that something that interesting lurked underneath the surface.

When they had run off into the forest (away from me, of all people. The disrespect) I had actually been satisfied with it being my last time to see them. But when that banshee scream had reached my ears, all the hairs on my body had risen. It was the most peculiar feeling. I am never scared of anything, so to have that reaction to a scream honestly pissed me off. I marched off following the direction of the scream, fully prepared to kill the thing, just for the insolence of scaring me. And somewhere in the back of my mind, I also wanted to avenge my fallen vampire brethren, who had lied screaming for hours after their encounter with a banshee. 

Imagine my shock, to find that the banshee was my very own new favorite obsession. It would be stupid of me to kill her - she certainly didn't pose any real threat to me. And I'm a curious guy. Maybe by keeping her close, I can figure out more about her strange unknown species - and at the very least, I can always sell her off for a fortune, if I turn tired of her. 

I recall the sight of her lying bound on the altar, and can't help the flush of warmth streaming through my body. Then I remember the intimate moment when her blood hit my tongue, and I let out a small moan. I catch my breath and lie quietly for a moment, listening to the sound of Athena breathing on the other side of the wall. It doesn't sound like she heard me. Unfortunately, the sound of her heavy breathing makes me breathe heavily as well. How nice it would be to put my lips to her neck and let my teeth sink in for another taste. How I would grab her waist and pull her in. Whisper sweet and naughty words into her ear, kiss her down her neck, so she would put her head back and expose the skin to me. How I would lick her wound clean after tasting her and kiss her lips, so she could taste herself.

I feel how my arousal begins to affect my body. The linen on the duvet moves lightly over my most sensitive spot. I can't help but grab around the head, only to protect it from the fabric. But oh my god, how good it feels to have my hand wrapped around myself. I enjoy the small pleasure of moving my hand up and down my length, barely suppressing another moan. I imagine Athena's hand grabbing me, and not myself, and I begin to thrust faster against my hand. I close my eyes and imagine Athena straddling my legs, just far enough down, that she can still grab my length with her hands. I see as the flannel slowly slides down her shoulder, as she moves her hands to pleasure me. I see her pear-shaped breast get exposed, as the flannel finally loses its grip and falls all the way down. I imagine myself reaching for her breast and caressing it slowly with my hand. It fits perfectly into my palm. I can't help but imagine her bending down and taking my hardness into her cleavage, as she wraps her breast around me and begins to lift herself up and down around it. 

I push my head backward into the pillow and let out a loud growl, as I reach my climax and spill myself all over the sheets. For a second I just lie panting, feeling how the last waves of pleasure ripple down my body and out into the tip. I can't wait to make her mine.