The
Hunter
Pt.
- 4
by
tomasjac
You've
seen the movies. Read the comics and the books. Know my friends Blade,
Buffy, Vampire Hunter D, the list goes on. You know the history of my
becoming what I am. Now it's time I showed you what I do!
Beware,
it's not like anything you've seen...
It
was night. Night is his element. But, it was also theirs.
D’Artagnan felt absolutely comfortable in the dark. He knew
his way around in it. He could see through it, hear around it, and feel
beyond it. And, because the vampire hunted at night, Dragonfire hunted
as well.
Dragon
pulled the Red Mustang into a parking lot a few blocks from Fat
Daddy’s. He approached the dance club on foot. As he neared,
he could feel the bass reverberating through the building. He paid the
$10.00 cover fee and went inside.
Fat
Daddy’s was like most clubs he had ever been in. It was too
loud and too dark, with the occasional flash of garish lights and laser
beams. On one side of the interior of the large building were a giant
water slide and several small pools. Young men and women scantily clad
in bathing suits dove and frolicked in the water. Some sat quietly in
the whirlpools sipping drinks. The other side of the building contained
the dance floor. D’Artagnan made his way toward it.
A
few ladies caught his eye with seductive smiles as he made his way
through the crowd. D’Artagnan was dressed in a dark blue
Armani, with a black silk shirt underneath. Just because he was a
hunter did not mean he had no style. Concealed within his sock was a
tanto knife with a seven-inch blade. There was another surprise, too. A
Viper JAWS short barrel with a full six round magazine of .45 ACP ammo
was tucked into a leather inside-the-waistband holster. The ammunition
rounds were special. The bullets were based on the famous Ballistic
silvertip by Nosler, but these were formed from a special alloy. Once
the Teflon cone was compacted into the core, the bullet virtually
exploded into hundreds of fragments. It was an effective vampire
stopper, provided one remembered to aim for the head.
Dragon
neared the dance floor. He stretched out his ki through the smoke and
darkness. Something told him that he would find her there. He scanned
the writhing bodies that danced across the tiled floor. They moved and
swayed to "Yeah" by Usher. His eyes came to rest on two women, one a
redhead, the other with raven black hair. The redhead he recognized
immediately. He had met her intimately last night. He still remembered
what it felt like inside of her.
The
two danced with each other, grinding their pelvises together in a
rhythmic joust. The dark haired one was taller. Her full breasts were
pressing into the redhead's neck as they moved. She turned to look and
D’Artagnan saw her green eyes from across the room. Her full,
crimson lips, and her pale skin seemed to call out to him. She was the
most beautiful creature Dragon had ever seen. He immediately knew that
she was a vampire.
D’Artagnan
stood quietly at the edge of the dance floor. The dark haired one
withdrew herself from the redhead. She took the redhead's hand and
pulled her toward D’Artagnan. As the pair neared him, the
redhead smiled knowingly at him. They walked past him, the raven-haired
vampire giving a small smile and a "follow" motion with her head.
Dragon turned and followed.
They
had walked outside. Dragon took a breath of fresh air, trying to force
the smoke from his lungs. The pair of female vampires walked away, down
the sidewalk. The redhead, who was in the rear, turned her head to make
sure Dragon was coming. D’Artagnan followed them away from
the club.
When
they were well away from the noise of the club, they slowed and allowed
Dragon to catch up with them. D’Artagnan was now walking on
the dark haired one's right. He noticed that the redhead was on her
left and their hands still clasped.
"Good
evening," the tall one said, "I am Alicia." She smiled at him. "I
believe you have already met Madeline." Madeline smiled and gave a
little wave. D’Artagnan thought he heard a quiet giggle.
"D’Artagnan,"
he said, nodding. They continued their walk, coming to the same parking
lot where he had earlier parked his car.
"D’Artagnan?"
Alicia said, "like the Musketeer?" Dragon nodded. They had stopped at a
sleek, silver and black, Miata. "Would you care to accompany us home?"
D’Artagnan
looked at her for a second. She knew the implications of what she
asked. If there were any hint of betrayal, he would kill them without a
second thought. He did not need to voice this.
"Lead
the way," he said. He watched them get into their car. He entered his
own and pulled onto the street behind them.
It
was a long ride to the country. They finally pulled the cars from the
road onto the driveway of the old country estate. He followed the Miata
up the winding path. The cars parked in front of the house.
D’Artagnan parked behind theirs and got out.
Madeline
held the door open for him. He stepped inside, allowing her to move
ahead as he closed it. Alicia was waiting for them in the parlor when
they entered.
"Drink?"
Alicia asked him.
"No,"
he said. Alicia sat down on the old sofa. Madeline sat in a
straight-backed chair to his left. D’Artagnan remained
standing.
"Please
sit," Alicia said to him.
"No,"
D’Artagnan replied. "Tell me why am I here!" he ordered.
Alicia
raised her eyebrows at him. "You are direct, aren't you Senor
D’Artagnan?" She shifted her legs, and as she did, the slit
in her black skirt opened to reveal white skin over taught muscles. "I
am Alicia Rostia Gonzalas. I was born in Spain over four hundred years
ago. I am a vampire."
No
shit, D’Artagnan thought.
"There
are some of my kind that commits unspeakable acts of violence on
humans. I wish you to know that we are not part of that."
"If
I thought that you were," D’Artagnan informed her, "then you
would be dead already."
Alicia
nodded. "I know that you are a powerful being, Dragonfire. I know that
your group of hunters are powerful as well, as are those they hunt. We
must co-exist, Dragon, or we will destroy each other."
Dragon
nodded his head. "You are in no danger," he said. "Those of you who do
not kill never even get notice from The Organization."
"But,"
Alicia warned, "we are noticed by our own."
"That
is your problem, not mine."
"Do
you not understand," she pleaded, "that a war between our people would
destroy the world? We do not wish to fight. We only want to be left
alone."
D’Artagnan
watched her intently. She continued to speak with her seductive voice.
D’Artagnan knew she was trying to press inward on his mind.
He had already set up mental blocks to keep her out. When Alicia had
tried to probe into his thoughts, it was like she had struck a brick
wall. It had a visible effect on her. She stopped speaking for an
instant, looked at him with widened eyes, then continued again.
"I
have a proposition for you, if you will listen."
D’Artagnan
sighed slowly. He was listening. It wasn't as if he really had anywhere
else to be. "Go on," he said.
"We
will provide your organization with names and locations of those known
to us who are killers. In return, you kill them, and leave us alone."
D’Artagnan
thought about this for a moment. He had been told by some of his
teachers that there were some in the past that had made such deals. The
information provided was usually very good. D’Artagnan felt
like he could trust her. He didn't understand that feeling at all. To
trust a vampire?
"Okay,"
he said. "It's a deal."
Alicia
smiled. "I am glad to hear," she replied. "Now that business is out of
the way, please have a drink."
"I
don't drink," D’Artagnan told her.
D’Artagnan
stood there like a statue. Alicia watched him carefully, intently. He
was so powerful. But his eyes held tenderness behind that stoic gaze.
It was the little bit of emotion that she had gotten before he slammed
the door close to her telepathic probe. She looked at his bald head,
well-defined shoulders. His mouth.
Yes,
his mouth. How she wanted to kiss him. Then she remembered his taste
and his smell. She remembered how she had licked his sperm from the
surface of Madeline's skin. She felt herself growing wet between her
legs.
"That
won't work," D’Artagnan said, indicating her sudden
empathetic expulsion of sexuality. "I’m immune."
With
a raised eyebrow and a knowing smile, Alicia turned her head to look at
Madeline. "Oh?" she said.
D’Artagnan
took a deep breath. Well, she had him there. D’Artagnan
watched her as she stood up. Alicia shrugged out of her blouse, letting
it fall to the floor. Her brown nipples were hard, and erect. She
smoothed her hands over them, pinching them lightly. She moved her
palms over her flat stomach to the zipper on the side of her skirt. She
manipulated the zipper, and the skirt joined the blouse on the floor.
D’Artagnan watched her as she moved both hands over the
trimmed, black pubic mound. She reached between her legs, giving a
little sigh, and withdrew her hands. They came away slick with her
wetness.
D’Artagnan
watched the gentle sway of her ass as she climbed the stairs. Madeline
got up then and took Dragon by the hand. She pulled him up the stairs
behind Alicia. He offered little resistance.
Alicia
had stopped just before the bed. She turned around and was watching
them as they came through the bedroom door behind her. She watched
intently as Madeline began to disrobe Dragon. Her eyes filled with lust
as D’Artagnan's well-defined chest and arms were revealed.
Dragon
gripped Madeline's hand in a vise-like embrace when he felt her undo
his belt. She stepped away from him as he reached behind his back and
untucked the Viper from his waistband. He sat it on the chair where she
had draped his coat. He nodded, and Madeline continued.
His
cock was half-hard when she took down his pants and briefs. He had
kicked off his shoes, and she slid the pants and underwear off his
feet. She unrolled his socks, removing the tanto blade by herself, with
Dragon's eyes on her intently. She shifted her weight onto her right
knee and placed the blade next to his gun on the chair. She then
shifted back, and in one quick movement, had his cock buried in her
throat.
"NO,"
Alicia snapped. Madeline pulled her mouth off him with a pout. She
stood, smiled warmly at Dragon, and then sauntered out of the room.
Dragon
approached Alicia. He could see the lust in her eyes. She was breathing
heavy. He traced the line of her jaw with his finger, moving down
across her neck, lightly touching the swell of her left breast. He
moved his finger across her nipple, feeling it's stiffness. He then
proceeded down across her tummy, slowly maneuvering his fingertip
through the black hair that covered her mound. When his fingertip
creased the top of her slit, he felt her heat. It almost burned him.
Alicia sighed.
She
put her arms around him and pulled him to her. His cock was wedged
between them, pressing against her stomach. Her mouth found his, her
tongue entering, searching, finding. Dragon could feel the tips of her
fangs as his tongue slid around her mouth. She seemed intent on keeping
his tongue away from them, as she pushed it back with her own.
D’Artagnan
could stand it no longer. He lifted her up, falling back onto the bed
with her. He grabbed her right leg, pulling it away from her body so
that he fell between her thighs. Alicia gasped and grabbed his ass,
pulling him into her. In one quick movement, he was buried in her
pussy. He started to pull out to thrust again, but stopped. They looked
into each other's eyes.
Dragon
kissed her. He then began kissing her across the cheek, down her neck.
Slowly, ever so slowly, and with such incredible tenderness he kissed
her breasts, lightly moving his tongue over her nipples. He sucked each
one gently, only a light pulls with his lips. Dragon continued the slow
kisses across her stomach until he reached her mound. Very gently he
kissed her labia, one at the time. Alicia spread her legs wider for
him. She caressed the back of his head and neck.
Dragon
extended his tongue and licked slowly from the bottom to the top of her
slit. Alicia moved her hips, pressing against his mouth. He spread her
open with the tip of his tongue. Then he found her clit, taking it
between his lips, he began to suck softly. He soon joined the sucking
with a slow flicking of his tongue over the sensitive button.
Alicia
moved her pelvis slowly. Her hips undulated gently. Her fingers played
in his hair, pulling slightly every now and then. "Oh, Dragon," she
said. She kept repeating the words over and over. Her breathing became
heavier and heavier. She felt herself rising to some distant cloud. It
was almost as if she was seeing the sunrise for the first time in four
hundred years.
Dragon's
sucking of her beautiful pussy never became hard. He accelerated the
flicking of his tongue only slightly. It was then that he felt her
reach the plateau.
Alicia
suddenly grasped his hair in her hand, pulling his head away from her
climaxing loins. She bucked her hips gently, a loud moan loosed from
her thrown-back head. Dragon looked at her and smiled softly.
He
gave her a second to recover, and then braced himself on his hands over
her. With a slow, yet deliberate movement, he was once again firmly
embedded inside of her. Their eyes locked.
Dragon
moved slowly. Alicia matched his rhythm perfectly, her hips swaying
softly from side to side while he moved within her. She felt him touch
that spot, that special spot deep inside of her, and she involuntarily
pulled her legs back, causing her pelvis to turn up. Dragon recognized
what had happened, and he slid a little farther above her, so that his
cock rubbed against her clit every time he moved. Alicia's legs wrapped
around Dragon's back.
"You
make love like an angel," she told him between panting breaths.
"I
make love to an angel," he answered her. She smiled at him. Their eyes
had never left each other’s.
The
pace quickened now, as both of them were rapidly approaching the end.
The only time their eyes had closed was when they kissed sweetly.
Alicia began to whisper soft moans. D’Artagnan's breathing
intensified. The walls of her vagina were beginning to squeeze him.
She
held him tighter and tighter against her. She could feel the intense
wetness between her legs. Each time he pushed into her, the feeling
inside her clit multiplied. She panted, pulling him against her with
each breath.
Dragon
was moving rapidly now, pressing himself against her as he pushed
inside the delicious tightness of her. She was so hot inside! It felt
as though she was on fire. He felt his balls tighten, and then the
quiet tingle of the orgasm that was about to come.
Alicia
sensed it, and it brought her over the edge. Her mind seemed to scream
"now!” as her pussy clamped around him. She sat up halfway,
holding his neck tightly, burying her face against his chest as she
screamed.
Dragon
pulled out quickly, releasing his cum to cover her belly. He jerked
himself faster, every muscle in his body tensed and bulging. His penis
jerked as his sperm covered her. As the storm passed, he looked once
again into her green eyes. She was staring at him, wondering why he did
what he had. Not wanting to anger him, she lay back against the bed.
Dragon moved to her side, wrapping his arms around her, spooning her
into him. They both went to sleep.
To
be continued…
