Page 4 of Fratelli: Eternal Bloodlines

“Your pussy is… it’s…”

“What? Say it,” she breathed. “Salty ice cream? Say it?”

“Perfect. Wet… liquid heat…. tight, flutters, then tight again…” Lucio panted.

“What else? Flutters?” Dolly giggled.

Lucio's emotions swam in a tide of sensations. Too many to verbalize. Too many to count. He pulled her up off his dick with a wet plop and a startled gasp. He turned her to her knees and positioned his cock from his sheer will to slide back into her from behind. Dolly choked out a laugh.

“You tell me! Tell me what this feels like,” Lucio grunted.

Lucio’s cock pulsed within her, strike after strike. She wondered if that’s what he meant about flutters. When he surged into her with increasing velocity, he grunted louder and louder. And then her power washed over him in a wave of singeing heat. It scorched through him with torturous pleasure. He didn’t hear her response. All he heard was the purr from his Draca, who dizzily fell back and gave him full control. His fangs retracted and the loving fragrant smell of her sex mixed in with her honey-sweet aura that enveloped him.

Dolly gripped the sheets. Her head was low, her hair so long now it lay across the bed. And her ass worked in constant swirls, driving him to go deeper. Despite her damp hair covering her face, she lifted it and could see through the strands. Darlene was back. How? Why? Darlene stood in the far-left corner of the tent. She watched them with tears on her face. Dolly closed her eyes and refused to believe she was there. She banished her from watching, but she knew if she opened them, Darlene would only re-appear.

Lucio’s fingers tweaked her clit, as his dick thrust in and out of her and drove spikes of pleasure mixed with pain through her pelvis. How the two could be so naughty and sweet confounded her. She didn’t care. It was what she wanted, and what he needed. When he fell on top of her, and peppered kisses tothe back of her neck while loving her through his climax, she expected the bite to follow. She wanted it and was addicted to it by now. But he didn’t bite her. He loved her until her body quaked with aftershocks during his explosive release and drove her down, down into her own bliss.

Chapter 2

The Strange Normal

The Canyon - Arizona

April 17, 2018

(4 Days Before Death)

“Mmm,no more Lucio, I need to rest,” she groaned and pushed his hand from her sex. Dolly smiled when he returned it.

“Open your eyes,” he said. He kissed her shoulder.

“No, I’m tired,” she moaned. That was only a half-truth. Since Charmaine visited her dreams, Darlene had now returned in a metaphysical form to stay. Whenever she opened her eyes, she saw her standing in either corner watching them. She wept, she glared, she screamed at Dolly, but no sound could be heard. For Dolly, ignoring Darlene was her best defense. She pretended to not be affected, but deep inside, since Lucio continued to confess his love for Darlene, she was terrified. What would Lucio say if he knew Darlene was with them? She decided not to explore that truth with him.

“Open your eyes,” Lucio pleaded.

Dolly opened her eyes and looked down at the tray of sliced fruits, meats, and a goblet of water. He’d also poured anotherglass of champagne with berries at the bottom. Throughout the night and in between the sex, Lucio slipped from bed and arranged something sweet for her. He was so giving. He even had gifts in the tent for her that she still hadn’t opened. What did she care about jewelry and purses? The world was different to her now.

As an offer of a reward for him, she flicked her tongue at him and pointed to his dick, then made a sucking gesture with her hand cupped like it was stroking a dick to her mouth.

Lucio laughed. Dolly giggled. She ignored Darlene, who was now seated on a stack of pillows in the center of the tent staring at them.

“I want more,” he said and squeezed her breast.

“I’m human. Remember, I can only have so much sex with you and the Draca before my body quits, so stop.” She pushed his hand off her breast and fed her voracious appetite. Lucio watched with that horny stare of his that often made her give in. With a gentle touch, he moved aside her hair. Her hair was disheveled across her head and shoulders. He did his best to smooth out the tangles from her face to her back. He kissed her shoulder.

“Can I get pregnant? Have a vampire and goddess baby?” Dolly grinned mischievously. Her eyes sparkled with excitement.

Lucio chuckled. He shook his head no. “I don’t think that’s how it works.”

“Oh, really?” she teased, and leaned in closer. “So, you can turn into smoke, fuck me like a raging bull, read my mind, fly, and dive off cliffs with me… drink blood and heal yourself into being almost human—but you can’t knock me up? Didn’t your father create you?”

Lucio’s smile faltered; his brows drew together with alarm. “He did. With the help of hoodoo.”

“And I’m made from the bone and marrow of hoodoo,” Dolly said, her grin widening as she winked at him. “Who’s to say I can’t make you a daddy someday?”

Lucio looked away. His jaw tightened as the flame of hope she’d ignited quickly dimmed. The idea was too fragile, too impossible. Even if it were true, even if she could give him that kind of family, he wasn’t sure he deserved it.

“Hey,” Dolly said with softness. She reached out to rub his arm. “I’m just playing. I’m on the pill, silly!” She flashed him a cheeky smile, tried to lighten the mood.

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