I'd like to say the last month has been a fun-filled adventure of blood-lust, lust-lust, and Jade finally gets herself some... 

...but then I'd be a liar.

We'll start with the good times. Some of you won't find all this very believable. But that's ok. Eventually, I'll hunt yer sad sorry ass down and you can take yer disbelieve to the next life. Meanwhile,  on to the fun bits. 

Shortly after Jackie's little revelation, I found the need to "unwind". It was a hot night, so I took a swim in the Atlantic. Dove in off the pier in Southie, surfaced just north of Salem. Y'all know Salem, right? Land of the witch trials? Land of the Witch Museum and other money-making schemes that cash in on the heinous crimes committed to mostly innocent women. (Ok, there was one particularly nasty creature that they tried to stone, burn AND drown. But being a Creature of the Night, all it did was piss her off. That's a tale for another night tho).  Anyway,  I wasn't planning on visiting Salem, but the combination of what Jackie asked me to do, and what Jackie does to me just being Jackie, I guess my subconscious took over. 

See, I have what some folks would call a Fuck Buddy (FB) in Salem. Well, really two FBs. Two gorgeous, sex-crazed Columbian twins. Since they are human, and let's face it, how many gorgeous Columbian twins do you think there are in Salem?  I won't use their real names. We'll just call 'em Amazing and Grace. 

So Amazing Grace live in a beach house north of Salem. And That's where I came out, dripping wet, highly aroused, and ready for action. Lucky me, Amazing Grace were basking in the moonlight on their back porch.  

Naked. 

Sometimes, I think they're psychic. 

I leapt onto the porch. Amazing looks over the rim of her sunglasses (don't ask. Sometimes I think there's something in the water in Salem), and said "You're over-dressed, Jade dear."

I took care of that. Not that it was easy, seeing as I was in my work uniform, and it was soaking wet. Grace was the first to take advantage of my lack of clothes. As I watched Amazing trace long, red fingernails over her own ample breasts, Grace traced her matching set of nails down my back. Hard, just the way I liked it. 

"What are you in the mood for tonight," whispered Grace, nibbling my ear to emphasize her meaning. 

"Back in the surf," I groaned, pulling Amazing into my arms and slipping my fingers down the length of her moist mound. The silent O pulling at her lips let me know she was ready for me there and then. Grace bit my collar bone, and I felt the heat throbbing between my own legs. I lifted Amazing Grace, one in each arm, and leaped down into the cool sand. I ran the length of the private beach, each woman laughing as I showed off my speed and strength. They knew who and what I was. And lusted for what I could give them. 

I lusted for what they could do for me. I stopped at the edge of the surf, placing Amazing down so that the waves lapped over her breasts. Grace I kept in my arm as she traced her nails down my arms, leaving red, bleeding welts that she licked as she went.   

The benefits of being undead. I can be under water forever. I went down on Amazing, licking and suckling the tangy combination of her and the ocean. Her nails grabbed my hair and pulled me closer, urging me to go harder. I obliged, sinking my fangs into the soft flesh of her folds as I forced my tongue inside her.  The combination of pleasure and pain threw her tumbling over the abyss. I felt the orgasms roll through her, one after the other. 

Then Grace scraped her nails across my buttocks, pushed my thighs open and entered me, hard. My body spasmed as she ripped the first orgasm out of me, thrusting at least three fingers into me at once. Amazing nipped at my hardened nipples as she took over from Grace. I hung onto Grace though, not letting her escape our pleasure. As Amazing stroked my clit between two fingers, I slipped inside Grace, plunging hard and hearing her groans of pleasure keeping time with my own arousal.  We climaxed together twice.   

And then my girls were exhausted. I could have kept going, but that would be too much for Amazing Grace. Besides, they'd more then satisfied my needs for the time. We lay in the wet sand, letting the surf splash across us, the sting of the salt in my scratched back keeping me mildly aroused.  

What can I say, I play rough.

 

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