Sex Shifters and a Vampire: An Unlikely Christmas Match (7 page)

“You still have some level of uncertainty, don’t you?”

“I don’t know if I’d call it uncertainty. I have some anxiety,” Conrad explained. “I’m a little confused.”

Conrad gave Kim another quick peck and then left the table, retrieving his pants but only putting them on. He stuffed his cock back in the denim, making a point and a show out of not zipping them again. He hopped on the counter parallel to the table, and Kim sat, facing him and never bothering to dress.

Kim was comfortable in his own skin. That was a shifter’s nature. Whenever a shifter transformed into another body, they transitioned without their clothes, which presented countless problems but, in the end, evidently helped with body acceptance. Kim and Kimberly weren’t modest.

Then again, Conrad mused, looking at the most perfect pecker he’d ever seen, why would they be?

“Thank you, by the way,” Kim rasped, grinning down at his cock. “Maybe we can arrange a nickname?”

Conrad chuckled. For the first time in a long time, his skin heated. Was he blushing? He imagined so.

Kim tilted his head right and then left, taunting him somewhat. “Tell me what’s on your mind.”

“You can read my mind.”

“I’d rather have an open talk. It’s not easy playing around in your cluttered head.”

Good, he mused.

“But it’s not that difficult either,” Kim said quickly.

“I’m more attracted to you than Kimberly.”

“Of course you are,” Kim fired back.

“Why is that?”

“Maybe it’s because I’m new and exciting. You’ve never been with a man. I’m assuming you don’t have many male companions since you live out here by yourself. By all accounts, you live a somewhat mundane life.”

“I’m crazy about you,” Conrad blurted out, trying to make sense of the confession. He possessed strong feelings for Kim. He was wild about him, in a way he couldn’t explain. His obsession deepened by the minute, and that couldn’t be normal, could it?

He shook his head, thinking how much he’d love to fuck him again sometime within the next five minutes. Kim was his new obsession, his new drug, and so help him, he’d go to the end of one lifetime anxiously contemplating the next because now he had a cherished mate at his side.

“The feelings are mutual,” Kim assured him, licking his lips and eyeing Conrad’s dick.

“It’s more than sex for me.”

“Me, too,” Kim confessed. “But you have to understand something about those of us who swap genders. We’re called sex shifters for several reasons. We shift from male to female, but we’re also sexual creatures, extremely driven to love and be loved in every way possible. We’re shifters not only because we can shift from a man to a woman and back again but because we also have an animal form as well.”

“That was my next question. I assumed you and Kimberly possessed the same talents.”

“Would you like to see?”

“Sure,” Conrad quickly answered him.

Kim hopped down and patted Conrad’s leg on his way out. “Don’t get up. Just peer out the window there. Let me show off a minute.”

Kim disappeared. Conrad immediately felt his absence, and a profound loneliness swept over him. He stretched his neck and tried to see where Kim might have gone. A few minutes later, Conrad heard a loud neighing coming from the barn.

The gorgeous Palomino—Kimberly—rounded the corner and galloped toward the house, pressing her front hooves forward and coming to an abrupt halt right next to his large country porch. About the same time, a wild looking black stallion pranced across the yard, stopping in front of the window.

The stallion took a parked position, extending his front and hind legs at the same time, looking as lovely as any horse with the finest of bloodlines. He bobbed his head up and down, and the Palomino raised her tail and tempted him, prancing around in order to make her intentions obvious.

Conrad gasped when he saw the horse’s large penis drop toward the ground. He immediately mounted the Palomino. The two animals bred like any other horses, only the noises were quite a combination, ranging from animalistic to explicit and carnal near-human grunts and groans.

Conrad was extremely jealous, longing to join them in an animal state but slowly coming to terms with their predicament. While Conrad could easily change Kim into a vampire, Kim couldn’t convert him.

Conrad gazed at the Christmas lights and wondered. Did he have enough love in his heart to give Kim what he wanted now even though the gift he’d give was one the recipient might later resent?

Hearing an indescribable thrashing, Conrad’s head snapped toward the window. The stallion began humping wildly at the Palomino. His hooves fought at the air like a wild being out of control, and then as quickly as the act began, it was over. Kimberly shifted into her human form, looking frazzled and a little irritated.

A few moments later, they entered the kitchen and, without a word, motioned for Conrad. And who was he to turn down a good thing? He followed the couple to his room and waited on the bed while they showered.

By the time they joined him, he’d reached a decision. If Kim wanted Conrad to turn him, he would. He loved him enough to allow him the freedom of choice on his own. Conrad never wanted Kim to know the disappointment of being an outsider looking in.

* * * *

Kimberly looked like a freshly fucked filly. Her rosy cheeks glistened with the heat and moisture from a hot shower. “We thought you might join us.”

“Are you disappointed I didn’t?” Conrad asked, curving his arm over his head and relaxing his elbow against a fluffy pillow.

“Yes,” she assured him, dropping to the bed and immediately going for his cock with an open mouth full of promise.

“Ah, Kimberly,” he said, watching her with one eye opened.

Kim knelt to the bed and fisted his cock, rubbing the tip of his head across Conrad’s lips. He eyed his handsome mate and let the lust have them, wrapping his mouth around the hot size of a man stallion, a fellow who knew how to perform in all stages of nature.

Conrad grew harder thinking about the vampire he would unleash. He pushed his cock deeper into Kimberly’s mouth and consumed Kim’s dick with an unharnessed suction, gripping his shaft and licking him, sucking him to his throat and taking his size like he was born to be a champion of such an act.

“Good God,” Kim growled, coming undone and finding a slow and deliberate pace. He gripped the headboard, and with hot lust pouring from his eyes, he said, “You’ve decided, haven’t you?”

Conrad snarled. “You’re determined to read my thoughts and ruin my surprises.”

“Look at it this way,” Kimberly pointed out, releasing Conrad’s cock, “if you turn him, he can’t get in your head anymore.”

She dipped forward and once more took hold of his penis, bobbing her head over his cock, loving him with that delectable mouth of hers. Conrad didn’t return the favor. He gripped Kim’s dick and pulled for his release, kissing the tip now and then but lost in his own pleasure, horny like a motherfucker and dying to get off.

In that instant, he became primal. His fangs dropped well below his lip, and he hissed, allowing himself to become more vampire than man.

“That’s it, lover,” Kim sang, taking ownership over his own pleasure. He worked for his release and found plenty as soon as he took his cock in hand.

Kim came, and his violent spill sprayed across the pillow. The way he towered over Conrad made him want the man more than before.

Conrad humped forward, bucking against Kimberly’s mouth until his hot cum shot down her throat. She licked and sucked like she expected to find more flavor in each drop of his release.

“Ah, Kimberly,” Conrad crooned, brushing the bangs away from her face.

Apparently pleased with herself, she slid away from the bed and perched on a nearby chair, spreading her legs and just as easily showing off her pretty little pussy. Licking her finger, she dropped her thumb to her clit and played with herself, looking sated but quite ready to perform on command.

Kim towered over Conrad. Their hands clasped together. At the same time, Kim’s swollen tip parted Conrad’s cheeks, and he slid inside Conrad’s body with ferocious beats driving him forward.

Conrad grunted when Kim thrust, enjoying the way he slipped in and out of his ass. Eyeing the man who would always be a part of him and understanding the commitment they’d form taking blood, swapping plasma, accepting and giving, releasing and taking.

“This is what you want?” Conrad asked, moaning with another sudden impalement.

“Don’t deny me, Conrad,” Kim pleaded, forcing Conrad’s knees apart and plunging harder, screwing himself tighter and tighter into Conrad’s opening.

“Never,” Conrad promised, enjoying Kimberly’s intimate little sideshow and wondering if she’d eventually ask him to turn her.

When she shook her head, he knew she’d dipped into his thoughts. She also must’ve known how overcome with love he was, how much he needed to give Kim what he desired by taking the blood he offered.

Conrad found the vein he’d claim. Kim developed a faster pace. Conrad hissed and locked his lips over the sweetest blood vessel he’d ever primed in his life.

Kim screeched when Conrad’s bite went deep. He fucked him harder and faster, his cock traveling inside of him, uncurling against his flesh, growing thicker by the second.

Kim buried himself balls deep inside Conrad’s ass, and Conrad locked and closed the final incision, the bite damning enough to cut off circulation if he wanted to go that far. And while Kim continued pounding inside him, Conrad finished him, watching as the blood almost drained completely from his face.

And then he quickly switched places.

* * * *

Kimberly was amazed. Could there be anything more beautiful than witnessing the turning of a shifter?

Kim’s eyes changed a few colors during his transition. When his tan skin took on the alabaster tone, Kimberly knew in her heart she lost one connection only to have it replaced by something quite spectacular.

Conrad was extraordinary in his care. He took Kim and devoured his blood, slurping so loudly at times that Kimberly wondered if he could hold back, stop himself before he took Kim’s life completely. But just when things looked bleak for Kim, Conrad pushed his body away from him, rose over him, scraped a long nail down the front of his neck, hurriedly entered him, and gave himself freely to Kim.

Kim was like a newborn, taking small sips from Conrad’s neck. As he regained his color, he seemed to come alive with the new life he’d been given, turning greedy with bloodlust and yanking for his release, for the freedom he wanted to gain by coming with his lover.

Conrad pressed his palms to Kim’s knees, pushing them forward and thrusting higher. “Give yourself to me!” Conrad exclaimed, looking at Kim with profound love and adoration.

Kim framed Conrad’s face, arched forward, and kissed him like he was grateful. Perhaps he felt the only way to show his gratitude was to seal it off with an unforgettable kiss, and if so, he succeeded.

Kimberly waited until the men screamed out in unmatched bliss, each independently driven and inspired by the other. She then spread her legs, locked her fingers inside her channel, and rode out a most gratifying finger fuck. And to her surprise, the gentlemen there took the time to glance over and enjoy her self-pleasuring show.

Chapter Nine

The next morning, Conrad awoke to Kim staring at him with a particular look in his eyes. It was one Conrad knew well, but he hadn’t expected Kim’s thirst for blood to surface so quickly.

Conrad tapped the vein in his neck and fed him. While they were feeding, Kimberly joined them. The way their bodies found one another and appropriately fell into a rhythm was like nothing Conrad could’ve imagined.

When Kimberly slipped under the covers, she wrapped her slender arms around Conrad’s neck and brought him into a hot kiss, throwing a leg over his hips and encouraging him to fuck her.

Chuckling, Conrad tucked her under his body. “I want on top.”

“I’ll take you however I can get you,” she whispered.

Once inside Kimberly, his cock thrummed against her walls. She was warm and welcoming, like something out of a dark and dirty fantasy, easy to be with and yet dangerous, which only appealed to Conrad all the more.

Kim stepped in behind Conrad and tapped his ass with his fingers. Conrad shifted his position. “That’s my lover,” Kim said, treating him to a finger and then a thumb. Soon, several fingers spread Conrad’s ass, stretching him, working inside him for another purpose.

“This is
my
ass,” Kim said, stroking him. “Mine,” he growled, moving behind him with total possessiveness.

Kimberly looked into Conrad’s eyes, and he expected heartwarming sentiments. Instead, she said, “He’s just afraid I’ll show you my strap-on.”

Conrad trembled with the mention. He could only imagine Kimberly fucking his ass.

“He likes the idea,” she said, inside his head as usual.

“I like this more,” Conrad told her, taking his time with every stroke, wanting to make love nice and slow.

With a jarring thrust, Kim changed things. His hand came down against Conrad’s hip, and he smacked his bottom one lick with every push. “Oh, God, yeah,” Kim screamed, landing another slap across Conrad’s backside until his flesh burned, and he wanted to ask for more.