## Archive-name: night_music13^13

From: an5977@anon.penet.fi (The Flying Pen)

Subject: REPOST: Night Music (13/13) mf vampire

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Archivists: This is a repost in 13 parts, and is the final, correct version
of "Night Music".

The Flying Pen

"David, I am sorry about the past weeks. I can not explain, but I want to just _be_ with you tonight," she whispered as I tried to wake up. I rolled over, and Victoria climbed on top of me, gave me a short, wet kiss, and cuddled before she went to sleep. I stayed awake that night to savor the sensation of my wife, who had been missing for so long.

Friday, nobody was home when I got there, but Victoria's car was in the garage. I waited to start dinner, finally giving up around nine. It was after midnight when my wife returned, giggling. I could smell champagne on her breath as she kissed me. "I have already fed, darling. He was delicious," Victoria laughed. I looked at her strangely. "No, I did not fuck him, my jealous one. He just thought I would." My drunken wife giggled some more and staggered away towards the living room. I shook my head in amazement. "Come to me." The voice may have been slurred and thick, but there was no mistaking the intent. I went to the living room where Victoria was trying to light a cigarette and having problems. I steadied her hands, chuckling softly. I had never seen her this drunk, and it amused me greatly. She took a puff, frowned at me in annoyance, and silenced my chuckles by biting me. It had been too long since we had shared our souls. I bit her back, and we stayed entwined for over an hour. So what if it tasted like champagne? Yes, I was wasted afterwards. It was worth it.

Saturday morning, Victoria explained to me what had happened. She and Margot had gone out to a happy hour Friday. The hour turned into six or seven very happy hours until some guy picked her up. "He would not leave me alone. Please do not be jealous. I decided to feed, but he would not let me get close enough until after we were at his place. It took me a long time to fly back, because I was still drunk." I kissed her, drawing a warm, satisfied smile. "Margot wants to go out again, tonight, but I told her you would be coming along. I have been... neglectful."

We had ice cream sundaes for breakfast. "When you are a vampire, it is easy to flaunt tradition," Victoria said as she devoured hers. Me? I was tickled to ignore 33 years of training. I had never even remotely considered having sundaes for breakfast, even after a night of serious drinking when I had been single. We watched cartoons and giggled until a more traditional lunch. Laundry got done, the kitchen got cleaned, and we prepared to go out.

Margot met us at the front door, and I said that I would drive, so I wouldn't be drinking any champagne that night. "Richard is out of the country, as usual," Margot said. There was a sharp edge to the statement, but she didn't elaborate. The three of us went out to dinner and had drinks at a pretty nice place. Victoria and Margot talked up a storm, and my wife treated Margot like a big sister. I was happy to see Victoria relate so well to a mortal female. By ten o'clock, however, I was positively bored, and wished that Margot and Victoria weren't such close friends. "David?" Margot asked, forcing my brain to turn itself back on. "Are you getting bored listening to us?" I started to shake my head in denial when Margot added, "Be honest."

"Yes," I admitted. "It's difficult sitting here listening to you and my wife. Sometimes, I feel like a voyeur with some of the comments you two have made."

"Victoria, it sounds to me like your husband has asked us to go dancing tonight," Margot declared. A little champagne-happy, my wife concurred, sealing my fate. I didn't have time to blink before I realized I'd been set up and had. "David, you and Victoria make me feel so _young_!" Margot enthused on the way to a nightclub. The women were definitely on their way to another drunk. Victoria stroked the inside of my thigh while her head rested on my shoulder. She would kiss my neck every so often while I drove.

We entered the club and immediately attracted attention. Margot was on my left arm, all 6 feet, 2 inches of her, looking very confident. The doorman's eyes told me that confidence was sexy. My wife, although at a height disadvantage of about seven inches, projected a regal air on my right arm. Her noble heritage, combined with her supernatural attractiveness had _every_ man in the joint looking for an opening. As it turned out, several of the women at the club wanted _me_ to dance with _them_, so there were many such opportunities for the men. I danced with Margot and other women as often as I danced with my wife. But _all_ of the slow dances were reserved for Victoria. We'd rock in unison, alone together in a sea of bodies. She purred quietly in my ear. We bit each other frequently while dancing, each time just for a few clandestine seconds. Margot would smile knowingly when we returned to her, and we would blush in return.

By the end of the night, Margot was pretty drunk; Victoria had sobered up because the dance club hadn't had any champagne. We drove home while Margot took a little nap in the back seat. When we got to the house, my wife sympathetically asked me to take Margot home. "Is big mistake for her to try and drink as much as us. She is only mortal." Victoria and I kissed hungrily for a few minutes until she reminded me that Margot was still unconscious in the back seat of the car. I promised my wife that I would be back quickly. I had incentive.

It only took a couple of minutes to get to Margot's house. She woke up when the car stopped in her driveway. "Home already?" she grumbled. I pulled her out of the car carefully, and assisted her to her door; she had trouble opening it. I had to take her keys and open the door for her. Margot took one big step into the living room, turned and said goodnight. She gave me a hug, pulled me into the house, and suddenly her tongue was ferociously working inside my mouth. I responded, despite the gold ring on my finger. "God, David, it's beensolong," she panted, still holding me, grinding against my erection. Margot's alcohol-induced fog seemed to have cleared. "I want you. Richard's gone sooo much. Pleease!" she hissed quietly.

Her green eyes bored into mine. Margot's body felt very hot. My arms were around her, and I realized for the first time how attractive she was. To this day, I don't know whether it's the way she carries herself or if Margot is just naturally sexy. We kissed again, madly, lustfully. Margot began to fondle my rigid cock through my pants. "David, I haven't had a man in four months... Please -- you don't know what it's like. I'm not dead yet, even if my husband thinks so," she gasped softly. There was a desperate urgency to her plea. I could _smell_ her arousal through her clothes. Things were definitely getting out of hand. Although Victoria would probably forgive me, I really had no desire to accelerate the degeneration of Margot's marriage. I did the only thing I could. I bit Margot. In self-defense. She sighed happily. "Oooohhh..." she purred as her tall, womanly body trembled.

"Margot, you must forget that you have been bitten. You will not remember that we kissed in your home. You will remember that you have had a good time with Victoria and me, and you are very tired now. You will go upstairs, and sleep, Margot. Sleep deeply, and well," I commanded.

Margot's eyes, so pretty and green, were filled with dream-like stupor. Her eyelids drooped, making her look even sexier. "Yes... I... am... so... ti-i-ired... I... musst... sleeep..." Margot said throatily, as she turned to go up the steps. My cock pushed at my pants, and my lust was held in abeyance only by thinking of Victoria. My wife was waiting for me at home, her motor warmed up and ready to go. Margot disappeared up the steps, and I quickly left her house before my attraction sent me up there after her. I returned to my wife feeling frustrated, relieved, and a little guilty. I was also quite pleased that Margot had found me attractive; but I later figured it had been a byproduct of her frustration with her husband, and the amount of alcohol she had consumed. I gleefully jumped Victoria as soon as I got to the bedroom. She met me with unrestrained enthusiasm, and the sounds of our shared ecstasy echoed through the house until well after sunrise.

I woke up on the floor, and felt the scratches and bruises that were reminders of the intensity of our lovemaking. The pain was insignificant. I recalled the fall that caused the bruises, and my wife's cries of passion that accompanied the scratches. A vestige of the post-orgasmic bliss washed through me again, and I lay on the floor, too sated to move. It eventually dawned on me that Victoria wasn't around, and I wondered where she had gotten herself to. I was feeling too good to move, though.

A few minutes later, my wife reappeared. "Hi there," I said suggestively. It took her a few seconds to respond, as if she were still half-asleep, but she came over and sat down next to me. We necked for a little while; there was an odd taste in her mouth, one I couldn't quite place. I offered to cook brunch, but Victoria opted for toast with honey and some coffee instead.

That afternoon, I was just hanging out in the den, watching basketball, when Victoria walked in, stark naked, and asked me if I wanted to "eat her poo-see." She should have known that it was going to be taken as a rhetorical question. I happily made oral love to her in front of Marv and Mike. Afterwards, as she cuddled against me, I wondered idly if this was the start of another nymphomaniac episode. I should have thought about it a little more seriously. It was.

This time, however, it lasted only four days before Victoria froze over. This was worse than the first time, because her contrary behavior did not confine itself to the bedroom. We started to argue about trivial things, and our social calendar disappeared. She didn't invite neighbors over (not even Margot), didn't clean if I cooked, and left stuff all over the house on the floors. Frankly, Victoria was irritating the hell out of me. _I_ started sleeping in the guest room so I wouldn't have to listen to her bitch about the amount of heat that _my_ body generated in the bed while I slept. She didn't even return Margot's calls. I was also positive that Victoria had been going out late each night to hunt without me, because I kept finding bloodstains shaped like her mouth on the pillowcases. As before, my darling wife had nothing to say about her behavior. "I do not wish to discuss it."

I plotted with Margot to get Victoria out of the house and back into some social activity. Friday, Margot came over, ostensibly to visit, but getting Victoria to go out was our true goal. My wife argued with both of us, refusing to budge from the living room. Finally, Margot said, "Well, _David_ and I will go out without you." Margot gave me her best "I want to fuck you 'til your nose bleeds" look, making sure Victoria got a good view of it, too. Part of me noticed the look as well, and wished it had been for real. My heart beat a little faster with hope.

Both of us were stunned when Victoria said, "Fine. As you wish. I am staying here." The words were delivered in a definite "I don't care" tone of voice. Great, I thought sourly, she called our bluff. I had no alternative but to follow through. Margot and I walked out of the house slowly. I hoped that Victoria would come to her senses and join us, now that Margot's statement was no longer just an empty threat. A tiny little piece of me evilly hoped that Victoria would just stay in the goddamn house. She did.

Margot and I went to a casual restaurant. We sat at a booth to eat dinner, then Margot listened while I vented my frustrations. She was very understanding. A few glasses of wine and beer later, it was my turn to sit back while Margot complained about _her_ spouse. She complained bitterly about her husband's climb to the top of his company, leading to increasingly longer absences. After a few more glasses, we agreed that I had the worst of the deal. Margot's husband was never home, and she had no one to turn to. Victoria was _always_ home, but I still had no one to turn to. We spent the night smoking, talking, and drinking until the bar closed. Our lively discussion wasn't finished, and we adjourned to Margot's house.

The conversation continued to flow easily over tea in her kitchen. Both of us were tired of alcohol, and the discussion took precedence over anything else. All thoughts of sex had disappeared from my mind; Margot had done nothing during the entire evening to indicate that a replay of previous events was possible, let alone likely. I got up to go to the bathroom a second time; the clock showed four, but I was wide awake. More importantly, I had absolutely no desire to return to the bitchy ice goddess at home.

Margot passed me on the way back as she took her turn in the small room. We'd been talking for many hours, but we still had not run out of things to say. There was a blue haze hanging in the kitchen from all the cigarettes we'd smoked. Margot showed no signs of fatigue, lending me a sympathetic ear without complaint, while making insightful observations and offering inventive advice. It got later (earlier?), and I decided to let Margot rest, since I had kept her up all night with my complaints. We said goodnight at the kitchen door, where she gave me a motherly hug.

I opened the door, then turned and impulsively gave Margot a brotherly kiss on the cheek in return. Time froze as we stood back and regarded each other. It was a very long ten or so seconds, and both of us were statues. Then our heads moved forward simultaneously, mouths opening. Our lips met in a decidedly non-familial way. We kissed in the doorway for several minutes; finally, Margot reached past me and pushed the door shut. The sun peeked warily over the horizon. "David?" she asked, quietly. Her question managed to convey confidence.

"Yes?" I asked in response. I knew what was about to happen between us, and so did she. This was just a formality.

"Victoria may be cold, but I'm not," Margot said, voice deep and sultry. My answer came in the form of another deep, wet kiss. I ground at her with my hips, so that she could feel my growing arousal. "Let's go upstairs to bed," she suggested, looking down at me. I followed Margot to the bedroom, fully aware that I was about to cheat on my wife with her best friend. There was no hurry about our movements; the air was thick with desire, and we were committed to our course of action.

I undressed and lay on the bed, patiently waiting for my partner in adultery. Margot returned from down the hall, gloriously naked. Her mature form, full and slender at the same time, towered over me. She kissed me warmly, gently, a far cry from the dominating physical presence she possessed. My head moved to her breast, and I listened to her purr while my tongue drew little circles around her areola. I suckled at her nipples like a baby; probably in the same way as her children had years before. She responded with a quiet, pleased growl. She pulled on my head, holding it tightly to her chest, and I was more than happy to oblige her obvious wish. When my tongue moved to the underside of Margot's breast, she threw her head back and moaned, legs quivering. At that positive feedback, I mercilessly flailed at the unexposed area of each breast with my tongue, keeping her sighing and moaning, either in, or on the verge of climax.

I eventually started to kiss my way towards her fragrant pussy. "Nooo... I want you _in_ meee," she whispered, grabbing my shoulders to stop my southward progress. Reversing directions and plans, my tongue sought her throat, first from outside, then by way of Margot's mouth. Her hands glided along my back and head, and she fought my tongue's advances with her own tongue. I entered Margot easily, quickly, aided by her excitement and her extreme lubrication. At my first easy thrust, Margot drove her hips upward, wrapping her legs around my back. "Ohhh..." she sighed, almost inaudibly. We made love without frenzy; our deep passion bubbled as opposed to exploding.

Margot gently raised her hips to me each time I would pump at her. My thrusts were slow, with a leisure to them that seemed not to disturb her. Her walls wrapped gently around my cock, providing a delightful friction without grabbing tightly. The only sounds were our quiet breathing, infrequently interspersed with soft, dreamy sighs. My lover's green eyes burned into my brain, communicating the pent-up emotions and sensations she was releasing through our immoral coupling. "Ohhh... Ohhh... Oh- ohhh..." Margot sighed quietly, her voice going up an octave from her speaking voice. I felt her whole body vibrate, random muscles tensing and releasing swiftly. She was breathing rapidly, mouth open, eyes closed during her climax.

Margot relaxed and looked at me with shining eyes, making words superfluous. She moved slowly, rotating her hips with me still moving gently in her. I stopped moving my hips up and down, changing to counter- circles. "Mmmm... Daaaviiidd..." she purred, opening her mouth and kissing me again. We did not gain any urgency in our movements, and I was still a ways off from the point of no return. I ceased my hips' movement, and Margot grabbed my ass, pulling me forcefully against her. The wiggle I managed must have done something for her, for Margot softly exclaimed, "Ye-ess!" It was the first time in our loving that she had made more noise than a whisper; it was still below full speaking volume.

A fine sheen of sweat broke out on Margot's face. I moved forward and kissed her, flicking my tongue in and around her mouth, tasting her salty skin. My cock was now sliding along the narrow ridge above the entrance to her vagina, and I was almost coming completely out of her. Margot started to tremble, and her breaths became louder with each sawing stroke. Her trembling increased in its intensity, and she was quaking after a few more seconds. Her mouth opened again, emitting a stream of very high pitched squeaks, and her legs tightened around my back. I was trying to remember every scrap of information I'd ever known about sex in an attempt to make up for her husband's neglect. Margot was coming in little waves now, a result of the constant stimulation around her clitoris. Margot's body began to ripple, and she was drawing relatively loud, sucking breaths. I lost track of her as my reality warped. My body twisted and froze in contortion as I poured my release deep inside of her.

The world came back into focus. Margot sighed loudly, and her body ceased its undulations. She didn't let go of me, keeping her arms and legs wrapped around me, even as I slipped out of her. After a little while, Margot delicately stroked my back with her hands, and lightly ran her feet back and forth over the backs of my legs. I inhaled sharply, stimulated by the unusual, but very nice sensation, and said, "Marg-"

"Ssshhhh. Don't say anything," she whispered, before showering my face and neck with kisses. It effectively cut off my thought as well as my speech. Sunlight streamed through the curtains, unevenly warming parts of our still-naked bodies. We rolled onto our sides and began kissing again. Our passion had not been extinguished, and the flames grew brighter anew. Margot pushed me on my back and started to kiss me harder, hungrily tasting my mouth. She wrapped one hand around my flaccid penis, caressing it to coax the blood back.

She pushed at my chest gently with the other hand while her tongue slowly continued to dance in my mouth. I twisted and turned my head, trying to find a still-undiscovered region in her mouth with my tongue. Her hand expertly slid along my lengthening rod, causing my hips to move up and down in rhythm with her strokes. I was gasping for breath and started to fuck her hand. Margot removed her hand, still keeping her tongue active around my mouth. As turnabout is fair play, I started to tease her swollen labia using my fingers. I stilled her little gasp of surprised pleasure with my mouth, setting off another round of long, slow, hard kisses. Margot responded to my manual stimulation by writhing and spreading her legs a little more. I slipped my middle finger into her.

Margot broke the kiss as her hips bucked, and she started to fuck _my_ hand. Her eyes closed one more time, and her body was completely sensitized to my every touch. I squeezed her nipples, rolling them between my fingers; she would lose her fucking rhythm against my other hand. I kissed and tongued her neck, eliciting soft, guttural moans from deep in her throat. I continued to push my finger slowly in and out, occasionally twisting it from side to side during its travels. The adulteress moaned in rapture, moving her hips so that the pressure of contact would be multiplied. Margot's hand resumed stroking my cock. I felt the vibrations of her moans resonate in my mouth as we kissed deeply.

My index finger joined its next-door neighbor and I fluttered my fingers, tapping them against the roof of Margot's honeyed cunt. "Ahhnn!" she grunted softly, body convulsing as her G-spot sent an urgent message to her brain. Margot slowed her rhythmic pumping, and I felt the internal massage commence around my fingers. My fingers slurped, displacing fluid each time they would reenter. She forgot all about my cock, my masturbation having interfered with the coordination and rudimentary thought she needed. Soon her body was an amplification of the actions of my fingers inside her.

I remembered reading about something called "The Gun"; I pointed my thumb straight up, curling my bottom two knuckles under in the shape of a gun. Margot could no longer keep her tongue working in my mouth; she was bound by the tension that I had been creating. Her body mirrored the state of her mind, and I knew that I should grant her her release. I closed my thumb on top of my fingers, trapping the area next to her clit between them. As my hand moved, so did her lips and clitoral hood. I started pushing against the top of her vagina, and her juices flowed freely, attaching gooey, fragrant strands to my fingers. Her clit left its hiding place, and was rocked constantly by my manipulation of the skin around it. Margot bucked at my hand, groaning, "Do-o-o-o-onnn't st-o-o-o- o-o-o-o-o-opppp..." while I continued masturbating her. Her voice was as sweet and thick as the fluid that flowed over my hands, muted to a whisper.

I stopped eventually, because my hand and arm got tired. It was too soon for Margot. She complained, but I kissed her to quiet her. My lover swung one of her long legs across my body and resumed her masturbation on my thigh, smearing me with more of her excitement. The flush blossomed on her face, and her nipples stood proudly erect, straining forward. Climaxes thundered through Margot, who had just settled on my now-ready cock. She still moved slowly with a languid grace. Her movement did not reflect the depth or power of her passion. Margot was no longer on this planet; she roamed the galaxy of sexual abandon.

Words were useless at this point. Margot was panting softly, driving her hips against my pubic ring in search of the perfect coupling. I felt her ecstasy, too. It was a tangible thing, transmitted from her innermost depths via our intimate intersection. It filled my body as it filled hers. Her eyes spoke of a long-denied hunger, and the end of the hunt.

Margot wrapped her body around mine from above; her height enabled her to surround my senses. She was thrusting down at me with short, sharp strokes. My lover was still very quiet. An occasional panting breath would end in a small grunt. I didn't move at all while she continued our lovemaking. My body began to tingle, needle points of intense pleasure broke out all over my body. When I opened my eyes, all I saw was Margot. Face flushed with rapture, she filled my vision. Her soft panting was all I heard; she dominated my sense of touch and smell. I was completely lost in her, my loving, wondrous partner in unfaithfulness. Reality was torn to shreds, and my body jerked frantically. There was no sense of anything but extreme pleasure for a few moments.

Margot's tongue was the first thing I became aware of. Her long body rested on mine, green eyes looking at me intently while she kissed and tongued my chest. She moved and our mouths met for the ten thousandth time. Outside, the sounds of late Saturday morning began to fill the air. Margot idly ran a finger up and down my chest. "You have a wife to return to." That was the first thing she could think of to say???

Her lips caressed my neck. "I know -- (kiss) -- that we've had -- (kiss), a wonderful -- (kiss) -- morning..." Whatever Margot was trying to say would wait as I wrapped my arms around her back and filled her mouth with my tongue. She eagerly responded, wrapping both arms around my head. Her face was turning pink again, but my attempt to initiate more frolics was cut off by a firm, but gentle push of Margot's hand.

"We've had a wonderful morning together, David. I needed someone to make love with again. It has been a long, lonely time," she said, turning away as she sat up.

"It doesn't have to stop here, Margot," I said, trying my best to sound suggestive.

"No, you're right, it doesn't," she replied. Yay! My joy was short- lived, because she resumed her thoughts, "But it _does_ have to stop for today." Margot stood up and walked away from the bed. "I wouldn't mind seeing you here in bed with me again. But that is something that you and Victoria will have to discuss. She told me that you have a somewhat open marriage, and I'm not sure what the limits are for 'somewhat'." Reading my expression, Margot said, "Don't look so shocked. We have talked about you _a lot_. I do know that Victoria loves you very, very much, no matter how she acts."

I looked at Margot questioningly. My attraction for her was noticeable again; neither of us had bothered to dress yet. "I will not be a safe harbor when your seas get stormy. Richard and I have had our difficulties in the past; we will have them again in the future," she warned. "I do not seek another man's comfort at every little problem; it's good advice for you, too." I had been secure in the knowledge that Margot wouldn't tell Victoria. The post-sex glow and the rising lust for more dissipated quickly now that I wasn't so sure. It was time to get dressed and go home. Margot and I shared one final long, wet, wet kiss before I left. "David?" she queried, freezing me in mid-turn at the door. There was a pause. "Did Victoria..."

It was my turn to interrupt. "No, Margot. What happened between us was just me and you. You are a very attractive woman. I just wish we could do it again."

Margot smiled. "As do I. Marriages that can't withstand one night of infidelity aren't very strong. But the even the strongest chain will break if it gets pounded enough. Maybe there will be another time for you and I. Victoria seems the forgiving sort." I left Margot, wondering if Victoria was indeed the forgiving sort. I mean, this was her _best_ friend I had just cheated on her with. Most of all, my wife hadn't been herself lately... Damn, that was a quick walk home.

I cautiously entered the house, alert for flying objects. I was greeted by complete silence. I tiptoed upstairs, nerves still on edge, guilt beginning to roast my heart. No sign of her. I went back to the first floor. She still wasn't around, so I checked the garage, and saw that her car was gone. I sat down, more agitated than relieved by her absence. I considered whether I wanted to be home when she got back.

The sun had started to descend towards the horizon, I had taken a nap, and my wife was still missing. I began to worry about her. Victoria had been moody of late to say the least, and I wondered what reaction my infidelity would provoke. Last night, she had basically told me and Margot that she didn't care one way or the other. That was then, this is after it has happened, and there's no sense in lying. Victoria wasn't born yesterday. I became positive that her absence was caused by my tryst with Margot. Within the next half-hour, I had convinced myself that she was gaining revenge with some stud or plotting my demise. Was she going to wait until the darkness returned her supernatural powers to kill me? Or was she merely planning a more conventional divorce? My racing thoughts of doom crashed to a halt when I heard a car horn in the back. I walked out to meet my fate.

Victoria got out of the car. "David, bring in the packages in the car please." Her tone was businesslike, commanding. She marched past me with a regal air. Oh well, at least she said please. She had shopped for more clothes by the look of the packages. They were all from a store I'd never heard of before. "I am upstairs, in the guest room. Bring them here," Victoria called. The guest room? I obeyed silently, not ready to discuss the day's events. After the second trip, I had all of the bags and boxes on the second floor. "Just sit them over by the closet. Then I have something to tell you."

Victoria went to our bedroom, while I finished stacking boxes. Finished, I went to meet her, my heart growing heavier with every step. She turned to face me as I entered the room. Her mouth opened as if to say something, but then she stopped, as if she had reconsidered. "Maybe you should sit down, David." Uh-oh. This was it. I swallowed hard when I sat on the bed.

"I have not been myself lately," she began. What an understatement. "I am sorry that I have driven you to other arms. I have never felt like this before, and I decided that something must be done." Victoria's brown eyes burned through me, lasers passing through the suddenly vacant space where my soul used to be. Her tone was grave, and my fears grew exponentially with each passing second. "So, I went to see a psychiatrist, hoping I would find out about my moods." My soon-to-be ex- wife paused and my heart sank, as my mind raced through visions of the shrink telling her to "dump that chump."

"He asked me some questions, and then he sent me to another doctor. I had to wait for while, but the other doctor saw me today, too. I am not comfortable with doctors, there is too much that can be -- difficult to explain. The other doctor took blood and -- other things. I do not like that. But I wait, and I wait and finally doctor comes back." I was relieved to hear that she wasn't planning on killing me yet, but now I wanted to know what was wrong with her. Victoria waited, keeping me on pins and needles. Suddenly, her face broke into a giant smile, and her eyes laughed as she said, "I'm going to have a baby!"

"You're WHAT???" I gasped. I was glad that I was sitting down. My jaw hung limply from the bottom of my face. The mirror reflected the foolish- looking shocked man on the bed back at him.

Victoria danced happily around my stunned figure on the edge of the bed, kissing me frantically around the face when I didn't respond. "You are not happy?" she asked with concern. Truth to tell, I was elated. It was just that my brain was having problems communicating with my mouth. Tiny squeaks were all that I could produce from my vocal cords. It took a couple of passionate kisses from Victoria to get everything back in working order. I babbled hysterically at my wife for several minutes.

She grabbed me and we kissed each other deeply for a long time. "You don't know how happy I am to be having a baby," Victoria purred that night as we settled down to sleep. "It must be because you bit me while we were fucking, David. I do not think that we have been just unlucky in making baby before. We have tried so much," Victoria said. There was a touch of playfulness in her voice. We had gone hunting earlier, and I had fussed at her over the quality of victim she had picked. She laughingly said, "Blood is blood, unless it has champagne in it." The playfulness turned into teasing, then touching, then seduction. Victoria insisted that we make love. "No, not vampire way. I am going to give in to my mortal desires..."

"About Margot?" Victoria's question made me snap wide awake. "Did you stay with her last night?" my wife asked.

"Yes, we stayed up until sunrise talking," I answered truthfully.

"You did not come home right after sunrise," Victoria said. Her tone of voice said, "Nice try, but I'm not going to let you off that easy." It was obviously confession time. "I was awake, worrying about seeing the doctor. I left before I could tell you. I forgot to leave a message." I was getting very uncomfortable with all of this forthright discussion of infidelity. "Did you make love to Margot?" my wife asked. She rolled over on top of me, and looked deep into my eyes.

"Yes," I said, very softly. Our eyes were locked, and there was no place to hide from Victoria or my conscience.

My wife continued her quiet interrogation. "Did you ask her, or did she ask you?"

I cleared my throat, but the voice was still a conspiratorial whisper. "We asked each other."

"You are ashamed, yes?" I nodded. "It is no one's fault. I pushed you away from me. Kelly is in Washington, or she would have come. I know you called for her. She is my slave, too, David." Victoria grabbed my head to keep me from looking away. "Margot is very attracted to you, and she is still lovely, active, vibrant woman with --" Victoria made a face before finishing, "... dead husband. She is happy to find guaranteed AIDS-free lover when the need strikes." My wife grinned wickedly. "I -- advertised your talents to her. The -- girl talk."

I blushed. Victoria lay her head down, kissed my chest and said goodnight. She was asleep almost instantly, while I lay beneath her, too stunned, confused, elated, sated, and in love with this wondrous woman vampire to sleep.

I became the typical nervous wreck of an expectant father. I fawned over Victoria, waiting on her hand and foot. I took a leave of absence from my job; I don't know if I'll go back to it. Kelly and Michelle and Margot were frequent visitors to the house, all of them watching Victoria's condition if I was unable to. Margot was an enormous help, coaching us through the mood swings and craves. (Frozen blood sundae? With Muenster cheese? You _can_ get all of this at a 7-11 at four in the morning, but it was always a pain in the ass turning the clerk upside down to cover the Haagen-Dazs properly.)

Victoria had been surprised when I agreed to Lamaze classes. She wanted me to be in the delivery room as well. She was fascinated by everything about her pregnancy, the "penultimate mortal female experience" as she called it, and took voluminous notes. She needed to have blood nightly now, which I found interesting. When she began to show, I insisted on hunting for her. "Daa-viiid... No man sees me as pregnant if I do not want him to because I am vampire seductress. I am perfectly capable of hunting for myself," Victoria would protest to no avail. Then she'd bat her eyes at me and purr, "You are sooo sweet. I love you."

As her pregnancy progressed, I forgot about other women completely, much to Victoria's surprise. I was spending almost all of my time around her, never going too far away. I got a beeper. Victoria was the only person with the number. One night, we had a discussion about my lack of sexual activity. "We have not made love in six months. You must be in need. I will summon Kelly." Our discussion turned into a long, quiet, drawn out argument. I won, settling down in the bed next to Victoria, but I thought I saw her smile as I drifted off to sleep.

As the time drew nearer, Victoria wondered what labor would be like. She found that carrying a baby wasn't exactly the fun thing it had been a few months ago. She wanted to be a full vampire, she complained, "because then I would sleep all day." At night, Victoria was fine; she didn't feel any difference from her non-pregnant state. We guessed that the supernatural effects of being a vampire somehow gave her extra strength. So it wasn't that much of a surprise when Victoria went into labor promptly at dawn.

Victoria gave birth to a baby girl at eleven fifteen in the morning. We named her Rebecca Dawn. The three of us were in Victoria's room that evening. We were waiting for a maternity nurse to give Victoria and Rebecca brief examinations, and speak with Victoria. "Hi! I'm Karen, the maternity lady!" she said cheerily as she entered Victoria's private room. "How's baby Rebecca?"

"Fine. She doesn't cry a lot. She's a greedy little girl, though," my wife said of our new daughter, who had been breast-feeding for a long while. Even so, Victoria reluctantly handed Rebecca to the nurse, who raised the baby to her shoulders. It was dark outside, the sun having disappeared below the horizon not more than five minutes ago, and Victoria had perked up a little. I kissed my wife, and then she poked me hard in the shoulder, pointing at Karen. I turned to see the nurse removing a breast from her blouse with one hand, and lowering Rebecca to it with the other. Victoria and I both saw the two tiny red dots on Nurse Karen's neck, and the vacant expression in her eyes...

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