Aron was in a cage.
Which was better than Aron being in a dungeon. I didn’t put it pass Nate to have stuffed him in one.
He was a bad person.
Good in the kitchen. Maybe even good in bed, he certainly tried, even if I didn’t feel anything.
But a bad person.
"He always did it on purpose, you know?" Nate asked, as he placed a hand over Aron’s head. That was the wrong thing to do because our vampire husband tried to bite said hand off. "Fed from you."
"Were you reading my thoughts?" I snapped at him. The nerve! And here I was trying to get our marriage back on track for the children!
"It is my biggest grudge against Aron," Nate’s eyes were shining. Aron’s eyes began to shine as well. "That he made you feel numb just before he let you in my tent. And I only found out when I would have been going for hours and hours, and you...!"
Nate raised his hand, but I caught his wrist just as he was about to hit Aron.
Oh.
Nate might even really be good in bed.
But since the most Aron could do, him being a vampire and a certain body part of his not working anymore, was to kiss , he had made it so that I... couldn’t get hard either.
"Aron," I whispered. He almost looked like himself for a mont. He reached out to , I, like the drake I was, placed my hand in his.
His teeth were in my wrist seconds later. His red eyes locked in Nate’s brown ones.
I felt numb.
He was... making sure that I couldn’t be with Nate even now? When he was out of it?
Man, that was dedication.
"Why?" I asked, leaning into Nate because I felt that my legs were like spaghetti after a nice ten-minute soak.
Aron just began to drink more blood.
"Because he’s a dick!" Nate yelled, placing necromantic mana inside of his hand and tugging Aron out of my own. It didn’t hurt. Heck, my wounds were healed!
"Nate," I whispered, as I began to pet Aron on the cheek. "He just needs to be fed."
Nate snorted. Of course, he didn’t believe . Why should he?
He was a powerful necromancer, and I was a drake nymph. There was no way I would know what Aron needed, would I?
"Nate, he’s starving," I whispered once more. I still felt numb, but I placed my arms around Nate’s neck and leaned in.
I tried.
I really tried to feel his lips on my own. I tried to feel sothing when his tongue began to lick over my bottom lip.
I tried, darn it!
But it was like having a wet towel rub against . It wasn’t exactly unpleasant, the towel in question was Nate’s warm lips, after all.
But it wasn’t sothing that could get to cling to him with the desperation of soone sucking face.
"Sorry," I told him, when he gave up. "But he needs to eat."
"He’ll suck you dry!" That had a double aning and while my body was about as receptive as a dry sponge, my brain apparently still functioned on the smut wavelengths these two had put it on.
"No, he’ll suck us both dry," I took a hold of his hand, wrapped my free arm around his neck, and pulled.
Soon, we were both latched onto him. Aron was sucking away his blood, I was sucking away at his lips.
It didn’t matter that I couldn’t feel anything. Or that he couldn’t feel anything...
He began to grope my ass with his free hand.
I stopped kissing him, blinking at him. Why were his cheeks so rosy?
"Sylvan," He managed, as he rested his head on my nape. "A vampire’s bite for the undead is an aphrodisiac."
Oh...
"Aron!" Now this was going too far! Aron, even as far gone as he was, had used ! "Darn it, you can’t turn into a brick and him into lted fudge!"
Aron let go of Nate’s hand and grabbed mine. Growling.
"He’s impossible," Nate finally said.
I had to agree with him on that one.
"Is there a way for him to make just as horny as he made you?" It was a weird question to ask. But I still felt the need.
"Yes," Nate began to kiss up and down my neck. I looked down.
Aron was latched on his wrist again, darn it! And I couldn’t feel a thing of what, I thought, were Nate’s best efforts!
"How?" I whispered, as Aron latched back on my wrist.
Was Aron trying to get us to do it in front of him? Huh! He should just join in!
"Ok," I said, when Nate beca too busy rutting against to answer . "Here’s what we’ll do: Edda, barrier!"
We were in the tree. The kids had long since gone to their rooms for the night. The humans and the gnos knew not to bother us three.
"Now!" I said, as I began to undress. If I must get those two to like one another because it was clear they wanted to bone each other, then I was going to! "Perform!"
Aron let go of Nate’s wrist to blink his maddened eyes at . Nate whimpered.
"I’ll watch!" I shrugged them both off myself and snapped my fingers. There was a bear rug on the floor now. "Go on now!"
"You old pervert, oh..."
Aron pounced on Nate. The rug got wet.
I...
Now, to be perfectly honest, I was still too numb to feel anything. But my brain was working on overdrive.
Questions like:
How can Nate bend like that?
Or:
Can Aron really get his tongue up in there?
And of course:
How will I feel if Nate does that thing with his nails on my back? Aron likes it, but what if it’s painful?
Were swimming in my mind.
I knew that, should Aron and Nate get along, I would have a happy marriage.
But that wasn’t the only thing on my mind. No. I wanted for Aron to drink from , without making numb.
So, as he was licking a heavily breathing Nate, I pounced on him and bit him in the neck.
The rest was bliss...
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