Bad Choices (Hypernaturals 8)

Love in the Shower

Morgan and I rinsed each other off in the shower after a nice long soaking rinse. Dirt, tree bark, pheromones all giving way to gentle loving cleansing.

The door opened, and Jessica stepped in ready for her shower. "The girls are down. Angel and Nakoma are settled in. Helen is talking to Rachel on the phone. She'll be home tomorrow."

Rachel may not be married to us, but we all think of this as her home. Her trips to New York are shorter and shorter.

Jessica looked at Morgan's back with some concern. "What the hell happened to you?"

"I was walking home from dad's..." Morgan stopped in the middle of that explanation, changed the subject. "FYI, my lady love, we had the conversation. The one about turning I mean. Dad is going to try it, as soon as you and Mom...Sally Mom... Are ready."

Jessica crossed her arms and tilted her head pointedly at Morgan. "That is not a clarification I need, sweetheart. You always call Skye 'Mother', not 'Mom'."

"True" Morgan agreed, sighing as I redirected the spray and more warm water ran over her.

"Your back, Darling? Waiting?" Jessica prompted.

"Oh. Nothing. I was innocently walking back from Dad's and Mother's house, minding my own business, trying not to scare a rattlesnake, and I was suddenly jumped in the woods. My clothes were rapidly removed, I was impaled standing up.  Then I was forced up against a tree as my brains were forcibly removed via merciless animal sex. I did not feel the tree at the time because... well... did I mention the animal sex? Rough bark on that damn tree. If we are going to have animals like that one out in the back of the house roaming about and jumping unsuspecting but amazingly willing me when I am going along that path, then we need something smoother growing there. Like Aspen of something." Morgan explained everything in reasonable tones.

"Aspen do not grow here." Jessica said, then she looked at me. "You are undamaged. Any idea who jumped her?"

Morgan answered "Oh. I got an ID. I was facing the animal as I rode him with all the encouragement I could muster. It was him. He is the animal that roams free back there looking for victims. Ruthless fucker for sure. I laid him gently on a pile of our clothes to finish him off, but not before the damage on my back had already been done. I was having trouble thinking clearly at the time. Or feeling anything other than the pounding I was on the glorious receiving end of. I don't normally like it that way, but: wow. Only word. Mixed Vampire pheromones even outside are powerful things. There were squirrels in the tree watching us, sniffing the air, and then offering to buy each other drinks."

Morgan joking. I need to write this down. Jessica and I are changing her.

"You animal." Jessica told me. Added, "You never fucked me like that."

I looked at the shower walls, decided the garden wall at the end would do, and then picked Jessica up and carried her to the end with the trellis and the plants.

"Oh. Fuck. You know I was just kidding, right?" Jessica said, wrapping her legs around me to encourage me.

I looked for a spot that would not actually rip up her back, pressed her to the garden wall, and then released control of my skin. "She hit me with hers. I retaliated. It went a little crazy in the woods, and now, my Jessica, it is going crazy in the shower. Shit. It's slippery in here."

Morgan came over to us and inhaled deeply. "Nice. Here, Let me add mine, so Jessica gets the full effect. Also, I'll help: push against you right here and here..." Morgan demonstrated hand placement "... so you do not slip. You pounded me but good. Don't cheat her. As I said: I will help. If will be as if we are both taking her. I like that idea..."

It is a new thing. Jessica's eyes went wide as our two scents mixed, and then Jessica's joined the melange. Not sure if that was voluntary on her part or not. Her fangs came out, apparently somewhat involuntarily as she was not using them, her head tipped back. She was lost in the sex and pheromonically induced lust.

Morgan critiqued. "Put your lower back into it. More up angle. When we get to HERE on the stroke, rotate yourself inside with your hips a little. Yes. Like that. Perfect." Her hands in the small of my back, she forced us to the wall, and moving them down to my ass, below Jessica's legs, she joined the rhythm. Jessica smacked wetly and rhythmically to the wall, responding intensely to Morgan's updates to the pounding.

I was seeing the same floating spots in my vision as in the woods, losing myself to the animal lust Morgan's scent creates. Added to Jessica's cinnamon-like natural scent plus her pheromones I am going quite literally out of my mind with the raw need to pound Jessica against the wall. As a male Vampire, there is no real way I can hurt her, even with the thrusting assistance I am getting from both the tightly wrapped but rhythmically encouraging legs and Morgan's considerable assistance. I might get hurt. Not Jessica.