Turning to her, he then says, “As you command, boss. Let’s head home.” With that, he turns the ignition and then pulls out of the parking lot. Within 20+ mins they are backing up into the driveway. Putting the emergency brake, he shuts off the engine and grabs his sword and bag. Seeing her grabbing the lunch, he exits the vehicle and then taps the garage door opener. Tapping the van, it tells Sasha that they are home and soon she can exit.
Sasha gears up by putting on her trench coat, followed by her UV protected motorcycle helmet. Throwing the hood over, she is ready to exit the vehicle. Just waiting for the two of them to open the doors for her harrowing escape. It’s her girlfriend, who opens her door for her and lets her know everything is open and ready for her exit. Slowly emerging, she jumps out, runs around her car and into the house in seconds. She breathes a sigh of relief once again cause nothing burned within the transfer.
Both Sam and Heather lock up the van and make their way into the house and before closing the door, he hits the garage door switch to close it. All three of them head downstairs to the basement to unwind and put away gear. After opening the vault, Sam takes off his gear and secures his weapons before closing. Placing his fatigues in the hamper, he walks over to his slut, who is wondering around aimlessly. He approaches her and calms her down with his hands, sliding down from her shoulders to her hands. Looking at her, he says, “I like to apologize to you, baby. Forgot that this job was close to home and didn’t think at the time how that would affect you. I misread the situation between you and Heather; and I don’t fault either of you. Glad that she could take your mind off the situation. Will you forgive me, slut?”
Biting her lip, Sasha looks up at her Master and says, “There’s nothing to forgive, Master. Yeah, I fucked up, but you’re right, this case was close to home.” Taking a step forward, she places both of her arms on his shoulders while her hands caress his scalp and run them through his hair. With a smile, she says, “Punishments are hard to hear, but coming from you, Master, are quite enjoyable.” With that, she leans into him and kisses his lips. Soon their passion turned up a notch as she presses her voluptuous body against his hard one. Breaking off the kiss by pulling on his lip with her teeth, she continues, “You also promised me a bite; were you sure about that, Master?”
All Sam does is nod his head but then says, “Remember, slut, I am also yours. Take your fill when you need it.”
Her eyes light up and she sees her Master tilt his head to the side and offering his neck to her. She extends her fangs and bites him. Revelling his taste and smell of his aphrodisiac blood, she drinks from him. Accepting his gift of power and his immunity; she doesn’t get lost anymore. Taking her fill, she pulls back and licks up her punctured marks along his neck to seal them up. With her fangs still out, she licks her lips and says, “Yummy” before closing her eyes and leaning forward to kiss her man. Pulling back, she opens her eyes and they are indeed red from drinking his blood and her lust for him. She then says in a whisper, “I love you, Master.”
Sam just smiles as his hands descend her back to grab her heart-shaped ass and give her cheeks a squeeze. He returns her affirmation by saying, “I love you too, slut. A lot more.”
Feeling his hands on her and dominating the situation, she gets lost in the feeling. Closing her eyes, she tilts her head to the side with her mouth open, exposing her fangs. Her body trembles in his grasp and she falls upon him. Shaking her head, she looks down but whispers, “I don’t know what’s about your enticing blood, but every time I taste it, I have this extreme urge to fuck you, HARD. I am trembling within your grasp with need of you, Master.”
Easing off his grasp of her derriere, he whispers, “The feeling is mutual, slut. Every time my eyes roam over your body or when my hands caress your supple curves, I want you again. I, just can’t believe your, mine, slut.”
In a drunken stupor, she whispers back, “You better believe it. I am. All. Yours. The only male, I want, is you, Master.”
Smiling to her words, he says, “I would love nothing more than take you, right here on this mat, but our other lover is upstairs eating without us. I would feel bad not including her in our love-making/fucking. We should wait till after lunch and our communal shower to satisfy those cravings. Can you hold out that long, slut?”
Pressing herself up against his harden body; trying to be a part of him in all things. She says, “I won’t lie to you, Master, but it will be tough. My lower lips are soaking wet with a need that only you can fulfill. I hear your words and understand. As much I want you all to myself, I couldn’t do that to baby-girl. I will try.” As she sucks on his earlobe and slight moans leave her mouth.
Grinning that he has this effect on her, he slides his hands back down to her derriere to caress her cheeks. With a slight slap to her cheek, he says, “We should head upstairs. We shouldn’t keep baby-girl waiting. Come.” He steps forward and reluctantly pulls her along as she clings to him.
They both make their way up stairs to the kitchen; they find that baby-girl was busy. She had pulled out all three sandwiches and placed them on a plate for him; plus a bottle of water next to it. She is still munching on her Caesar salad wrap; her eyes light up seeing her two lovers walking intertwined. Heather sees her sister-slut’s eyes and knows that things between the two of them could patch things up. Looking over to him, she says, “Did you apologize to mommy?” Seeing his nod, satisfies her bet with him. She turns to her sister, and says, “You look good, sis. However, I can see the hunger in your eyes. Surprised you didn’t satisfy your cravings downstairs.”
Sasha turns slightly and backhands her Master with the back of her hand onto his chest and says, “Told you, Master.”
His hand is still caressing her ass until he grabs hold of her left cheek and digs in with his nails to silence her. Smiling, he turns his attention to his baby-girl and says, “Yes, slut wanted too, but we felt we should include you as well. And also felt bad that you’re all alone upstairs eating by yourself.”
Smiling at his statement, Heather says, “Awe, that so sweet but I know my sister very well. When she feeds, she wants you all to herself because it’s that bond you share with each other through ‘blood’. I would’ve understood and hope one day I will have that bond with you. Thanks for thinking of me. Come, daddy, you shouldn’t starve as well. Was wondering, what did you order for yourself cause it smells delicious.”
Letting go of Sasha’s cheek, he slaps her ass slightly while he makes his way around the breakfast nook to sit down with his baby-girl. Once he sits down, he says, “I got 1 Smoked Ham & Cheese wrap and 2 Italian wraps. Probably start on the ham/cheese first, then work my way to the Italian wrap. Will have leftovers cause I need a shower and need to sleep afterwards.” Seeing that his slut is doing her best to compose herself, he motions her to come have a seat on his lap.
Sasha’s reeling from his grab of her ass once again. Glad for the brief delay to get her composure back; however, she misses his hands on her, which helps calms her nerves a bit. Seeing his index finger point to her and curl backwards brings a slight smile to her lips. She follows his instructions and sits on his lap. Trying not to think about it too much, but she can feel his anaconda cock underneath her and instinctively rubs her lips against him. It’s not the best, but it always welcome any relief. After a few rubs, she is much better within his embrace and calmness settles around her. It gives her a chance to interact with her sister-slut.
She’s content being on his lap and feeling his arm circle around her waist to keep her steady. Looking over to her sister, she says, “How’re you doing, sis?” Guess those couple of orgasms gave you a slight appetite; oh thanks for winning that bet. You didn’t have to save me.”
Between bites, Heather looks over at her Sister and says, “You’re very welcome. Besides, I love helping you out of jams and I want to let you know I will always be there for you. I might not be your biological daughter, but definitely want to your baby-girl to the both of you. Truth be told, I definitely enjoyed that bet; 18 shots is no joke, and he’s definitely ‘yummy’. I get why you enjoy going down on him.” As she pulls her bottle water to her lips for a drink.
Sasha just smiles and beams at her sister. She then says, “I did my fair share of blowjobs in university and within the marriage, but there is nothing like blowing Master. He just taste so good and his grunts/words when he’s about to blow, fuck gets you so amped up. It’s a great way to show him your love, for sure.”
Sam’s dumbfounded again. Hearing their conversation like he’s not really there. Reaching up with his right hand to cup her left breast to let her know he’s indeed there and to silence her. He then says, “Ladies, I am here; you don’t have to talk like I am not here.”
Both girls started laughing, but it’s Sasha that speaks up first. She says, “Master, it’s girl talk and yeah, we know you’re here. You’re lucky to be listening in on our talks about you. Now eat up cause our baby-girl just finished her meal. We might head upstairs and get started with that shower. Don’t be long cause we both need you in places.” She says with a smile before turning around to encircle her hand around Heather’s waist as they both head upstairs.
Smiling to himself, he finally has some silence to enjoy his meal from Torino’s and to his own thoughts.
Ch. 8.2
Sam’s amazed that since becoming the Dire, his food consumption has increased. However, his metabolism is through the roof. But yet again, he is a werewolf and they run hot all the time; so burning calories with every activity. Putting away two of Torino’s best wraps, he puts his other wrap in the fridge to eat later. Cleaning up is a breeze, and now is the time to head upstairs to take a shower and see what the girls are up to.
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