Blood Tint ~ Part 9

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Blood Tint ~ Part 9
Neave looked at me, thinking. Her fingers stole up to her neck, gently touching the puncture marks I’d put there. They’d scabbed over, and the wounds would heal quite quickly… if not renewed.

“Do you call yourselves ‘vampires’?

I raised an eyebrow and chuckled.

“I don’t think we’ve been asked that one before. Certainly not as a first question. But yes, it fits well enough in current society. Vampire legends and mythologies are based on us, after all, though embellished in lots of different ways.”

“Are you… dead? Or ‘undead’?”

I could feel the hesitation as she asked. So many falsehoods ingrained by cultures that fear the unknown. Not that we helped much by hiding ourselves so much and so well. I took Neave’s hand in mine and placed it on my chest. I knew she could feel my heart beating.

“No. We’re very much alive. We eat and drink regular food. The core physiology of vampirism is pretty unromantic, actually. It’s in the bone marrow.”

Now it was Neave’s turn to raise an inquisitive eyebrow.

“We can’t produce red blood cells. Or much of any blood – white cells or platelets.”

“That sounds kind of like leukemia.”

“It’s not too far off in some ways, but it’s not everything. What our marrow does do is produce a cocktail of chemicals that retard the triggers of cell death, and speed healing. It makes the blood we take last longer – normally blood cells only live a few months. We don’t need to replace it all that regularly.”

We watched Neave turn that over in her head, matching science with fiction. Her hand absently slid lower on my chest, to my stomach

“Can you… would you live forever?”

“Assuming we have a supply of blood…” I said.

“Forever is a long time,” Daciana said, “But, suffice to say I have never seen one of our kind die of old age, or age visibly. We are ‘undying’, but not undead.”

“We do sleep ‘like the dead’,” I said, “It’s almost like hibernation. Catch us during the day, and you might think we were dead unless you watched us for a while.”

Neave’s small smile indicated she may have in fact done that.

“But that might well wake me.”

I glanced down, and Neave followed my gaze to my lap, where her hand rested on my pants, over my semi-erect cock. Her eyes widened in surprise, and she actually blushed, lifting her hand away.

“Oh! I’m sorry! I, um, I am pretty forward, I know,” her words came in a little rush of explanation, “but this is… I feel-“

“A little “more”?” I asked?

Neave nodded. I took her hand and gently placed it back where it had been.

“It’s okay. It’s something like pheromones. More than that, but since your blood is in me now, my body is… attuned to you. Daciana’s too, of course, but the biological male-female chemistry speaks loudest; now mine learns to speak to yours. It works both ways. A little irony there, since the condition of vampirism also renders us sterile.”

Neave had been half attentive up to that point, her other hand joining the first on my crotch, but now she paused and looked up at me. A few emotions washed over her face – concern, reflexive pity, fleeting relief; nothing unexpected. Except… maybe a hint of genuine sadness. Her next question betrayed none of it.

“It’s more than just pheromones?” she asked, moving for my zipper.

I took a little breath of pleasure as she freed my cock from its confines, and stroked my length to full erection. I cupped her chin in one hand and gestured her to stand from her chair

“There are additional components, both chemical, and psychic.”

I spoke huskily, loosening her robe’s belt and drawing it open, revealing her toned legs and shave pubis. I slid my hands to her waist and turned her, bringing her shapely rear end to view. Her scent – not just her blood, but her, now filled me and I breathed deep, drawing her to me. Instinctively, she stepped back, opening her legs to straddle me. Daciana took over speaking, since I could no longer, so lost I was in guiding Neave to sit so that my cock could spear her lowering cunt.

“When we bite,” Daci said, coming closer to us, “our saliva carries that  accelerated healing property to the wound we make, but it also carries a sort of venom into your bloodstream.”

Neave gasped quietly, but it was not clear whether it was from Daci’s words, or from her slowly being filled as she sank down on me.

“In our cases, it has a small aphrodisiac effect; to match what we need from you.”

“I… Ohh- I don’t understand.” Neave’s ass settled onto my lap, drawing sighs from both of us.”

“We don’t just live on blood, darling,” Daci’s lips grazed Neave’s cheek, ”emotion, psychic energy, passion, also sustains us. Your passion, your pleasure, is something we also need – not to live, but to be alive.”

Neave moaned softly, I felt her muscles squeeze me, and her ermotions flow. There was confusion there, uncertainty, and likely would be for some time, but also acceptance, and a desire far older than our acquaintance. I whispered in her ear.

“Our souls, whatever term you like, burn brightly, quickly. They would consume us and leave us hollow shells if not for your help.”

Neave flexed her legs, rising and falling once, fucking herself on my cock as I spoke. She may not even have realized she was doing it.

“Now, darling, settle,” Daci directed, pushing gently on Neave’s shoulders to keep her sitting, impaled on me. “Lean back, and pay close, close attention as Alak bites you this time.”

{Continued in Part 10}