Content Warning: Adult language, Adult themes, Nudity, Sex

 

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Slim needed a glass of water. 

 

He'd woken up in Star's new bed with a powerful thirst. Star was really happy with the bed. She'd eagerly shown it off to Frankie, as soon as the vampire had gotten up. That had gone about like Slim had expected. Between an afternoon of enthusiastic sex with Star, an evening of enthusiastic sex with both Star and Frankie, and Frankie taking a mouthful of blood, Slim really needed a glass of water. 

 

A man's got to stay hydrated.

 

 

"Hi Slim," Frankie said, appearing out of nowhere.

 

"Gah," Slim sputtered, trying not to choke or spit out the mouthful of water. Somehow, he failed so completely he managed to do both.

 

"Sorry," Frankie smiled, not looking even a little bit sorry.  

 

"You startled me," Slim said, trying to regain his dignity. "I didn't know you were still up."

 

"Vampire," Frankie replied. 

 

"Right," Slim nodded, kicking himself. 

 

 

Of course she was up. She slept all day, only came out of the storage room around sunset and locked herself back into it before Slim usually got up in the morning. 

 

"So, what do you do all night?" He realized he hadn't asked.

 

"Not a lot," Frankie shrugged. "I've got my phone, but it's a cheap pay-as-you-go thing and data plan is shit. I found some old magazines in a box. OK, they're dirty magazines but it turns out they actually do have articles. Sometimes, if I'm hungry, I go out and hunt for rats." 

 

"That... that kinda sucks," Slim said.

 

"The glamorous life of a vampire," Frankie sighed. "It looked better in the brochure."

 

 

"So, what did you do... before?" Slim asked, leading Frankie over to the couch. 

 

It occurred to him that he didn't really know much about her. He knew she was a vampire. He knew she was in trouble. He knew that, if he got the angle just right, he could make her cum quickly and repeatedly. He just didn't really know much about her.

 

"I... I was a Raven Witch groupie," Frankie admitted, looking embarrassed.

 

"Seriously? You're a Cassie Goth fan? OK, you need move out," Slim joked.

 

"Hey, her music is epic," Frankie insisted.

 

 

"OK, I admit, for a rich white girl, she could play the blues," Slim said. "I just don't know about the whole New Age-y stuff she does now."

 

"OK, I'll admit that Circle is a little Lord of the Rings," Frankie said, "but you have to admit that Brookside is amazing."

 

"Hey, I said white girl could play the blues," Slim smiled. "I just think her early stuff was better."

 

"Let me guess, you're one of those guys who likes Haunted because it's all the sex and stuff," Frankie challenged.

 

"Hey, I'm the guy who got pinned down the sex-crazed vampire tonight," Slim pointed out.

 

"Oh, boo-hoo, poor you," Frankie laughed.

 

 

"So, do you play?" Slim asked.

 

"Me? Play music?" Frankie blinked. "No. I... I suck."

 

"I have the bite marks to prove it," Slim grinned.

 

"Oh, you're so funny," Frankie rolled her eyes. "Seriously, I can't play like you. The last time I touched a guitar it sounds like cats fighting. Cats fighting off key."

 

"Hey, that's better than what it sounded like when I first started," Slim said. "Give it a try. I can give you some pointers."

 

"Are you serious?" Frankie blinked. He was and, realizing that, Frankie got up and moved carefully toward the guitar. "OK, don't blame me for what happens next."

 

"Trust me," Slim smiled.

 

 

OK, Slim thought, Frankie played pretty badly. Everyone was bad when they first started. 

 

He hadn't let it stop him. He wasn't going to let it stop her. Patiently, he talked her through how to hold the guitar, how to position her hands, how to find the notes. 

 

Frankie wasn't going to be playing backup for Cassie the Raven Witch anytime soon, but with practice she'd get better. Besides, Slim pointed out to her, she had lots of time to practice. It would give her something better than reading dirty magazines and hunting rats to do at night.

 

 

"You really think I can do this?" Frankie blinked at him as she put the guitar down a while later.

 

"Sure, why not?" Slim said. "You just need to practice. Takes time, but you can..."

 

Slim forgot what he was going to say next. Frankie threw herself into his arms, kissing him passionately and thoroughly. 

 

"You believe in me?" Frankie whispered against his lips. "You really believe I can do it?"

 

"Sure, why not," Slim smiled. "You can..."

 

Whatever it was he thought she could do was lost again in the deepening kiss. 

 

 

A moment, or an eon, later, Frankie pulled away.

 

"Off," she said pushing at his briefs. 

 

"Frankie, I..." Slim stammered. He wasn't entirely sure he was up for another round. One look at Frankie banished those doubts. His cock was already rising to meet the challenge.

 

"Off," Frankie insisted, unzipping her skirt and pushing him down onto the couch.

 

"Condom," Slim said, stripping off his briefs. His jeans were in Star's room. There ought to be a condom in the pocket, if he had any left. A distant part of his mind thought he should definitely hit the store and buy more. Maybe one of those big economy boxes.

 

"Vampire," Frankie said firmly, pushing him down onto the couch. 

 

Before he could object, she straddled him, lowering herself over his shaft. They both groaned as he penetrated her.

 

 

"Oh my fucking God," Frankie moaned.

 

"Fuuuuck," Slim groaned in answer.

 

Her wet pussy squeezed his cock. She was so tight, it was felt like she was gripping him. Holding him in a velvet vice. He thrust into her. Stretching her. Filling her.

 

"So good," Frankie gasped. "So good. More. Give me more."

 

Slim thrust deeper. He always worried a little that he was hurting her. 

 

Frankie's eyes rolled back in her head as she groaned in pleasure.

 

 

"Yes, yes," Frankie panted. "Harder. Please, harder."

 

She slammed herself down onto him, spearing herself on his shaft. 

 

"Oh yes," Frankie moaned. "Yes. Yes. Oh God, yes. More. All. Give me all of it."

 

Grunting he thrust up to meet her, pushing his entire length deep into her tight pussy. 

 

"Oh! My! God!" Frankie cried. "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

 

 

"Oh fuck," Slim groaned. "Frankie... oh fuck."

 

"Oh my God, yes," she whimpered, quivering over him.

 

"Frankie... I'm close," Slim panted, trying to hold back.

 

"Yes. Yes," she gasped.

 

"Frankie, I..." He tried to push her off him, to pull out.

 

She grabbed his wrists, pushing herself down, taking him fully.

 

"Inside," she hissed. "Now."

 

"Fuck!" Slim cried, releasing deep in her.

 

 

"That was... that was..." Slim panted, staggering to his feet.

 

"Fantastic," Frankie purred, gliding gracefully up behind him.

 

"Yeah, it... shit, Frankie, I... I mean, what if we..." Slim stammered.

 

"Vampire," she repeated with a smile. Taking his hands in hers, she added, "You can't knock me up, dummy. I'm dead."

 

"You're not dead," Slim said, looking into her fathomless dark eyes.

 

"Undead then," Frankie smiled. "You still can't knock me up."

 

 

"You're sure," Slim asked, looking skeptical.

 

"I'm sure," Frankie nodded. "I should let you get some sleep."

 

"Yeah, I need to get up in the morning," Slim nodded.

 

"Well, Star will like that," Frankie teased.

 

"Fuck... you girls are going to kill me," Slim groaned, stumbling off toward a bed. Any bed.

 

"You poor suffering man," Frankie grinned.

 

He was pretty sure she was checking out his ass. Damn, what a life, he thought.