Love in the Shower

Gillian pulled away, slipping her night gown off her shoulders. She stepped into the shower, the gown dropping about her feet. She looked over her shoulders.

“Want to come in?” She asked sweetly. Kalvin was admiring her body, his pants dropping down to his ankles. He was already hard, hard and long. Gillian wanted him, no matter how the evening ended. Kalvin stepped into the shower, the water starting up as his lips found Gillian's.

His hand found her right tit, teasing her nipple as he did so. Gillian stepped away, opening her eyes as she looked at him. Her erection was massive and Gillian knelt, mouth open and waiting. She wanted him so bad it hurt. She took the tip of his cock in her mouth, her hand already pumping his shaft. Gillian slowly slid her mouth over the cock until it was entirely in her throat. She was glad she had gotten practice at this, over the years that did and didn't happen. Kalvin had been the 'alpha' so far, controlling her through sheer masculinity. Well now Gillian had him...

Kalvin gasped as she slid his cock out of her mouth, “You're...better at that then I would have-”

“Remember” Gillian licked the cock at the base, “I'm older then I look”

“Right” Kalvin said, the water warm on his back. Gillian took one of his balls in her mouth, loving his sent, his taste...

Kalvin was pulling her up, hooking his hands under her armpits. He kissed her on the way up, pressing her against the wall. He kissed his way down her neck, lingering their slightly. Then his soft, sensuous lips kissed around her tit, then to her nipple. Gillian sighed, the water, tongue, lips and...very softly, the teeth, all combining to make pleasure shoot through her.

Kalvin spread her hips, ready to impale her against the wall. Gillian shook her head.

“No” she sighed, “My legs are tired...I was standing for most of the ceremony”

“Right” Kalvin said, turning off the shower water, “The bed will get wet”

“Good” Gillian murmured.

Kalvin threw her to the bed, grinning. Gillian giggled, spreading her legs. But Kalvin grabbed her hips and rotated her around to lying on her chest. Gillian got to her hands and knees, ready for him. Kalvin grabbed her tits and whispered in her ear, “Ready?”

“Yeah” Gillian said, reaching her hand under her pillow as she braced for Kalvin's cock. Her hand grabbed around her pistol, the one she always kept under her pillow...just in case, her mind kept saying. Not that Kalvin had to be murderer.

Gillian's eyes closed tight, bracing for his cock. Kalvin spread her pussy lips and pushed into her. Gillian gasped, hand tightened around the pistol grip hard enough to make her knuckles white. Kalvin felt...incredible, his shaft hot and hard inside of her, slamming into her hard enough to rock the bed. Kalvin slapped her ass.

Gillian shouted in pain, looking over her shoulder. “Hey” She said, “Careful the-”

“You know you love it” Kalvin hissed, slamming her with an especially hard thrust. Gillian writhed with sensation as Kalvin reached around and fondled her tit. It hurt, damn it. Gillian snarled, looking over her shoulder, “Seriously, I don't want it that-”

Kalvin slapped her “This is just a bit of revenge”. Gillian's cheek burned as she pulled herself away from Kalvin, fear in her heart. Revenge? Revenge for what. A deep regret was in her heart, hating the fact she had to do this. She pulled the pistol out and-

Kalvin's hand clamped down on her wrist and slammed in onto the bed. The pistol clattered out of Gillian's hand. Kalvin's hand was deadly strong, tight like a vase. He was FAR stronger then she had thought!

“Now” Kalvin kissed her neck, then her tits, “Enjoy the pain” He bit down on her nipple. Gillian screamed, but then his hand was on her mouth, stifling her voice. Blood welled and Kalvin lapped it up. It felt strangely good, his tongue rough on Gillian's nipple.

“Just like old times” Kalvin said, looking up, both his hands on her hands. Gillian kicked, trying to get him off of her. It didn't work. “I don't have chains this time...but this should work” he had a bit of rope, pulling it out of thin air. How...magic?

He fixed Gillian with his eyes. “Still” he breathed, and Gillian was froze. Hypnotism? Vampire! But he felt alive. She had felt his pulse when she was kissing him. He had blue eyes, no fangs. She felt him tying her down, spreading her legs with rope. She strained against the ropes, but they were strong, very strong.

“Who are you!” Gillian hissed, “What are you-”

“You underestimated me” Kalvin, or whatever his name was, leered, “You thought a simple stake would finish me off. This body took time to sculpt properly, but it was worth it. I'll violate you every way possible, then I will posses your body. Then I can find my old sire and he can turn me once more to glorious vampireisem!”

“Vale?” Gillian gasped, suddenly realizing what...thing was on top of her. A deep disgust filled her. Vale had been a woman, a horrible, sick vampiress. Not a man, certainly not alive. Possession was possible, but Gillian had never heard of it being used when a vampire had been 'killed'. Impossible. And yet, here Vale was.

Vale's hand smacked into Gillian's cheek, sending her head jerking to the side, her body straining against the ropes. Gillian started to cry, pain and fear making her loose her head slightly. Then her training took over. She continued to cry, to keep her true abilities masked.

“Suck” Vale hissed. Gillian supposed she would think of Vale as a he for now, because it was just to disturbing to think otherwise. Not that it wasn't disturbing now. Vale grabbed his cock and pressed it at Gillian. Gillian looked away, despite the arousal that Vale put in her. The cock smelled like a man, a musky scent that demanded to be submitted too. Magic, doubtlessly. Gillian refused to think that it could be anything other then magic.

Vale slapped Gillian again. Gillian coughed, tasting blood in her mouth.

“Suck” Vale hissed, “Suck or I'll squeeze the life out of you”

Gillian knew she'd have to buy time. She looked at the cock, trying to not look too egar. Then she opened her mouth and craned her head forward, not able to sit up with Vale sitting on her chest, her arms tied down. She took the cock between her lips, her neck cricking as she did so. Vale sighed, “Men can make a woman submit much better. I might just tear you in half, once I'm done and just stay male”

Gillian wanted to think about how she was too escape. But instead she focused on pleasuring Vale, submitting to his manliness. Had to be something in the air...

Vale hissed and came, cum spurting onto Gillian's face and neck, hot and thick. She licked it up like a dog, like a slave. It tasted sweet, sweeter then any normal semen. Vale stayed hard, grinning as he moved down to Gillian's crotch.

“I'll send you to heaven, before I send you to hell” He said, moved his mouth to her cunt. It was still sopping wet, despite everything Gillian's mind screamed at her. Her body reacted to that voice, to that smell. It then reacted to that tongue. Gillian didn't think, really, for the next ten minutes. Vale's tongue and teeth nipped and probed her cunt, leaving her in suspense for just long enough to force her to plead, whimpering. Then Vale would ravage her, nipping and pushing with his teeth and fingers. Gillian swam in a haze of pleasure, loving every second.

“Oh yes!” Gillian said, despite herself, “More!”

“Bitch. Whore” Vale said, “Call me master”

He moved away, ready to stop.

“No, please. Master...Master, don't stop” Gillian had lost almost every bit of her rational mind, overcome by the pleasure. She didn't want it to stop. Mater Vale...she felt a faint feeling of unease at how easy it was for her to think of him as 'Master'.

Vale entered her. Gillan's back arched, her arms and feet straining against the ropes. One of the ropes was starting to fray.

“Master! Yes!” Gillian screamed, not caring how she looked or how she sounded.

The cock inside her slammed her harder and harder, hard enough that it hurt. Gillian felt Vale's hands grasp her neck. Death no longer scared her. As Vale had said, he had sent her to heaven...and now she was not scared of going there forever.

The rope snapped as Gillian's hand strained against it. She was not actually straining consciously, her body writhing with pleasure. Her arm smashed into Vale, catching him completely off guard. He flew off her, topping to the floor. His sudden absence snapped Gillian out of the spell. She grabbed the gun that had fallen to the floor, barely able to reach it.

Vale stood, fury boiling across his face.

“See you in hell...Master” Gillian said. She pulled the trigger. Blood splattered and Vale fell, his new body quite dead. Gillian sighed, relaxing slightly. She looked at the rope that had broken around her wrist.

“Thank god he didn't use chains” she smiled, starting to undo her other restraints. She supposed she had been 'raped' but...it didn't feel that bad. In fact...she almost regretted having to shoot Vale. He...she...it had been incredible in bed. Gillian dressed, slowly, and picked up the phone, dialling the police. She hung up. Then she concentrated and flashed back to ten or so minutes ago.

“Yes! Master! Yes!” Gillian hissed, Vale's tongue lapped her cunt, his fingers pumping inside of her. Gillian gave herself entirely into the sex, squirming and writhing. “Yes! Master! Oh Master!” she hissed. She came, slightly sooner then she had in the past she had come from. Then she flashed forward to where she had been. She lay down in the bed she had been in and lay in the post-orgasm euphoria.

She felt a faint wind on her tits, as if ghost fingers were teasing her nipples. Then a thin, whispery voice, hissed “I'll get you some day...Gilllliaaaan!”

Then the voice was gone.

Gillian sighed. She had had...fun. She needed to do some research on Vale, research on what made him/her/it so sexually powerful. Gillian had had sex before, damn it. How could she have fallen for someone so easily?

She picked up the phone, hoping it wasn't too late.

“Hello?” Jones asked, picking up the phone.

“Gillian here” Gillian said.

“God damn it! Keep fucking me, you fucking bastard” Jenny's voice came through on Gillian's phone, tinny and distant sounding. The sound of clinking chains could be heard.

“I'll be right back” Jones cupped his hand on receiver, shouting back. He placed the phone back on his head, “Uh Jenny is...never mind. Why did you call, Gill?”

“I just wanted to ask...did you ever have an Uncle called Kalvin Jones?”

“Yeah...he died about a year or two ago” Jones said, “Why?”

“Oh...nothing” Gillian said, “But I also wanted to warn you about...about Vale”

“What about her?” Jones asked.

“I'll tell you more in person” Gillian said.

“Unless she wants a fucking threesome, tell her to fucking come fucking back fucking tomorrow! Now fuck me!!!!” Jenny's voice came through, obviously shouting.

“I'm up for a threesome” Gillian smiled.

“See you tomorrow” Jones sighed and hung up. Gillian laughed, sitting down on her bed. Then, to her shock, she saw Kalvin Jones' body...was gone.

Gillian sighed, spreading her legs and trying to recapture the same feeling of wild abandon that she had with Vale. She captured some of it, her pussy starting to tingle and grow wet. She spread her pussy lips, not wanting to flash back. If she flashed back to often...she might change the future. And she was pretty happy with this future. Gillian moaned, rubbing her crotch.

Even though he/she/it had tried to kill her...Gillian still wished she hadn't killed his/her/is's body. Her back arched as she came, a half hour later, and Gillian screamed, “Master!”

“I caaaan be wiiiith you agggaaaain” A whispery voice said in her ear, “Loving you fooorever”

“What?” Gillian sat up, blinking. She was horribly tempted, remembering Vale's fingers and teeth, tongue and lips.

“Juuuussst....giiiiveee mee Jooonesss'ssss bodddddyyyy!!!”

*** To be Continued?