I'm not sure which catagory this story should go in...probably MULTI..   It was too big for
me to send in one part, so I broke it down into two parts.  Thanks,
gail Andrea  trekkinn@aol.com

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VERY STRONG SEXUAL THEME     NC-17
This is an unusual story, because one of our own faction members plays an important role in
it. Marcia's (CRAJONCRA) husband Gene asked me to write a story for his birthday.
Marcia would be brought across by LaCroix.  Marcia described herself, and then told me
what she wanted  to do in the story.  I took it from there.  Needless to say, Marcia has a
wonderfully fertile imagination. Marcia asked me to post it to the Archives. It is NC-17.

VERY STRONG SEXUAL THEME:  Marcia/LaCroix.   Marcia/Nicholas.
Marcia/LaCroix/Nicholas.      gail     trekkinn@aol.com

 

                              DESTINIE'S EMBRACE 
"Dammit!...Perfect timing.  Two weeks... I've been driving for two weeks!...
and NOW the car decides to die!!.  I know I'm only 30 minutes away from the
hotel, but...DAMMIT, I gotta find a phone, get a rental car, and get this
lemmon fixed".  Marcia finished shouting at no one in particular, calmed down,
and noticed a lively night club across the street.  "The Raven"..."How quaint.
And look at those characters going in there.  Just great.  I'll probably be
laughed out of the place..I fit in so well..HA!...Well here I go."

Marcia tentatively inched her way into the club.  The music was blasting, and
she wasn't sure what was going on at the dance floor, but it sure wasn't
dancing.  She perused the room with a curious eye.  "Look at them."  She said
to herself.  "If those aren't some of the whitest faces I've ever
seen....Shit, don't they have sunshine in Canada?  She smirked to herself as
she stood by the door watching the patrons and looking for a phone.  

LaCroix saw her the minute she came in. He was standing by the bar, his well
trained eye taking in everything around him.  "Now..that's a woman." he said
to himself smiling lustfully.  He watched her survey the unknown territory,
and he was impressed by her mildly disgusted  amusement at the dance floor
antics.  "Yes my lovely one.  They are a pathetic lot aren't they."  He could
see her intelligent eyes looking for someone....or something.  He continued to
follow her gaze around the perimeter of the room as she scanned the walls and
door area.  "A phone...She's looking for a phone.  Well I must go over and
help the lady in distress."  LaCroix moved through the crowd as they parted a
path for him.  No one would dare get in his way.

She saw him heading in her direction.  She swallowed hard  as he gracefully
approached.  "Damn he's hot!" she thought to herself.  "Now that's a man. Look
at the way the people move out of his way.  I thought people only did that for
me!!."  She laughed at her own humor.  She was a strong woman, and she liked a
strong man.  "He's coming over!!..OK, Marcia...keep your cool.  He's just a
man..a big, strong, delicious looking man..but just a man."

"Good evening my dear.  Can I assist you in some way?  I own this... humble
establishment."  He thought she was even more magnificent up close... "My
tall, dark beauty."  he thought to himself.  She looked directly into his
eyes.  "No fear."  He thought again..."Excellent."

"My name is LaCroix...Lucien LaCroix.....and you are?"  She shook his cool
right hand confidently and introduced herself.  "I'm  Marcia Ford.  I just
drove here from San Francisco.  I was recently hired as President of  "The
Canadian Bank and Trust", and I'm supposed to start in five days.  I figured
I'd get to Toronto a few days early to give myself some time to acclimate to
my new environment  As you can see, I'm off to a wonderful start.  My car
broke down right outside your...umm.... club.  I think my hotel is about
thirty minutes from here.  If I could just use your phone to call a tow
truck..."  

"You may consider yourself at home here, my dear.  I'll take care of
everything.  Why don't you come to my office, and I'll make some calls for
you."  His voice was as smooth as silk, and it vibrated through her.  He took
her arm lightly and began to guide her through the room.  Someone at the bar
called LaCroix.  "Excuse me a moment, my dear...just go into that room.  He
pointed to the back of the Raven. I'll be with you shortly."  He watched her
walk away.  He caught her scent as she swayed past him. "MMMM...Jasmine, musk,
lavendar.."and he admired her self confident attitude.  "She reminds me of the
women of the days  before  skin and bones became the ideal of beauty.  I
really *MUST* get to know this luscious lady.

Marcia let herself into the office.  She expected a cold clean environment,
but instead she walked into a  room filled with a wonderful warmth.  She could
smell the rich mahogony wood lining the walls, and the large mohogony desk.
She sank into a large black leather chair in front of the desk and kicked off
her shoes, resting  her long legs on the front of the desk. Her back was to
the door.   "Now all I need is someone to rub my feet and tuck me into bed." 

LaCroix was standing in the doorway.  "Well,  my beauty, if you insist."  He
strolled casually over to the desk, picked up one stockinged foot and began to
massage it gently as he leaned against the desk.  As he lifted her leg to work
on her lovely foot her skirt rose high up on her thigh.  "MMMM...Enchanting."
he whispered.  She was not about to let this fantasy end.  Most men she met
were hollow, empty, and without real passion.  This was a man she could sink
her teeth into.  She relaxed back, and pulled her long braids up and over the
back of the chair.  He watched every move she made."Lovely my dear...truly
lovely."

She sat silently as he gently kissed her foot, laid it on the floor, and began
to work on the other one.  He was positioned between her legs as he gave the
second foot the royal treatment.  He kissed it and laid that one on the floor
as well.  He never took his eyes off of hers the whole time.  He sensed a
great strength of will in her, and an intense passion just waiting at the
surface.  The only other mortal woman he had  ever sensed such passion from
was Janette.  But this woman radiated with a quality that overshadowed
anything he had ever felt from Janette.  He decided in that single instant
that he had to have her.  He had to bring her across.  He wondered just how
strong she was.

He lowered himself onto his knees before her.  She never flinched or showed
any fear.  "Excellent." he whispered.  "Do you believe in destiny my dear?"
She leaned forward to meet his gaze.  "Do I believe my car broke down in front
of your...little establishment because we were destined to meet?  Do I believe
I drove for two weeks just to find you?"  She touched his face...cool...such a
contrast to her own heat.  His skin was so pale against her long deeply
browned fingers.  She tried to form the words..."Don't play with me Lucien.
It has to be all or nothing with me, and *YES*...I believe in destiny."
LaCroix felt his fangs drop slightly at the way his first name rolled so
casually off of her tongue .  "You can't imagine what all or nothing means to
me my sweet young mortal." LaCroix replied seductively.

She leaned forward.  Her full sensuous breasts rubbed lightly against his
chest.  Cool ancient lips touched the warm fullness of her mouth, and a shiver
ran through her whole body.  Her nipples began to tingle and she could feel
herself getting moist.  Her breath became short and shallow as LaCroix ran his
tongue over her lips, pushing his way into her mouth to explore it's warm
moist depths.  He pushed her slowly back into the chair, not breaking the
kiss.  She pulled him closer, crushing him to her.  He tasted so unusual, like
copper and spice...and he seemed so incredibly  hungry for her.  She opened
her eyes and he was staring right back at her.  God he was beautiful.  His
eyes were like transparent blue ice. Then they began to change, and she
watched in sheer disbelief as the beast began to emerge.  He let his fangs
drop and they  pierced her tongue very lightly. 

She instinctively jumped back, and he did not move.  He waited for her to
absorb the reality of the situation. "What...What are you?"  "You know what I
am, my innocent one..  I believe you sensed some of the others as well."  She
tried to understand what he was saying.  "Of course."  she stated with
conviction..."The dance floor...they were...like you?"  "Some of them were."
LaCroix relplied..."but not all of them."  "You must understand what I am
offering you.  I won't lie to you, or paint some sweet picture to make this
decision easy for you."  She tasted her own blood in her mouth, and her tongue
still tingled from where he had pricked it.  She made the decision in one
shining moment.  "I want to know everything.  I'm not afraid."  

He told her everything.   Living without sunlight...drinking blood to
live...centuries of unchanging beauty, and health, and the bond that would
join them like nothing she ever could have imagined.  "Crosses will burn you.
Holy places will terrify you.  There is a price to pay for all things, my
dear.  A wooden stake will kill you, as will fire.  But ohhh... the joys are
worth the risks...Living flight...you will soar above the mortal city.  You
will be powerful and irresistable, much as you are now."  They both smiled  at
his last comment.  "You will be my daughter, my lover, and...my friend."

He sobered for a moment.  "We are the creatures that go bump in the night.  We
are vampires, and we guard the secret of our existance viciously.  You can
never go back.  You can never tell anyone what you are.  There have been a few
mortals throughout history who have known about us...even aided us at times,
but I warn you, keep the truth to yourself."  

She listened to every word with rapt attention.  Her life as she knew it was
ending...being replaced by..what? "YES...I understand and I want it..I want
you.  I won't betray you or the others.  I..belong here.  I think I always
have."  He felt proud of her ability to give herself to him so freely, and he
continued.   "My son Nicholas is here in the city.  He is  a ...policeman."
"You mean, you turned him into a vampire?"  "Yes, my dear.  I...brought him
across centuries ago.    Nicholas will love you...as I do."  "Love me."  The
words rang in her ears, and she was beyond happiness.  He caressed her face,
letting his fingers trace a path along her mouth and down her long dark neck.
"You're ready then?"  He asked with a slight tremor in his voice..."Yes
Lucien..I am.  I think in some way, I always have been."  "Then, my
love...come with me."

He led her silently through the back of the club and up a long flight of
stairs.  The noise from down below fell away.  Her heart was racing as he led
her to a large private chamber.  He led her in, and she saw billowing gauze
drapes flowing around long open windows.  He removed his shoes and she
followed, the thick pale carpet warm against her feet.  A Roman bust stood on
a mirrored pedestal.  It was LaCroix, depicted as a Roman General.  "Yes, my
love, that is me...in my old life, many centuries ago."  

A large inviting cream colored wrought iron bed stood in the middle of the
room.  He drew her further into the room, closing the door.  They faced each
other, and he covered her face with both of his large pale hands, running his
thumbs over her lips. She licked his fingers, and she sucked his middle finger
into her mouth, nibbling  on it seductively.  He let out a gasp as the
sensation traveled straight down to his now aching, swollen cock.  "Soon, very
soon he whispered... as he kissed her ear, sucking her earlobe into his mouth,
piercing it ever so gently, then sucking in the heavenly nectar.  The taste of
her blood exploded in his mind and body.  He pulled away to reveal demon's
eyes, burning orbs of gold, and his fangs were fully descended.   Her tight
cream colored sweater couldn't hide her excitement, and he felt her hard
nipples through the soft cotton. He licked the length of her neck, stopping at
the point between her shoulder and neck.  "I will pierce you there." He
whispered in her ear..."but not yet."  The sound of his voice made her knees
weaken, and he carried her effortlessly to the bed. 

He placed her on a thick down comforter.  "I can't believe this..."  she said
over and over.  "You will believe it soon enough my angel."  He pulled her
arms over her head and her sweater soon followed.  She had on a cream colored
lace bra. "I want that off."  he growled.  She sat up, and slowly removed it.
She lay back down slowly, pulling him down with her.  Her breasts were
beautifully formed, large, warm, sweet, and inviting.  His hands covered them,
his mouth exploring the ripe nipples, and he nipped gently around them,
drawing tiny pin pricks of blood into his mouth.  

Their desire was becoming uncontrollable.  She grabbed onto the wrought iron
bars behind her head and held on for dear life.  "Oh God Lucien, I'm so wet.
You do something or I will!"  He ripped her skirt off, and he pulled her
panyhose and panties off so fast, he was like a blur.  He roared at the sight
of her dark naked beauty.  "These are your last mortal moments on Earth my
love.  I want you to remember them."  He stripped off his clothes, and she
could finally see him in all his splendar.  He was perfect, as if cast in
flawlessly pale marble.   He was covered in well developed muscles, and he had
the hardest, most delicious looking  erection she had ever seen.  He kissed
her feet, moved up her legs...sampling her with tiny sharp kisses along the
way.  

She knew where this was leading, and every fiber of her being was tensed for
it.  He pushed her long shapely legs apart with powerful cool hands.  She felt
him pierce the sensitive skin on the inside of her thighs.  "Blood and
sex...connected together in him...and soon in me!"  The thought of it was too
much, and she moaned with need and lust.  He took in her scent...all the
things he had inhaled from her earlier, plus the scent of unbelievable lust
and sex.  Soon she would carry a new scent that only a strong vampire
possessed, and the world would tremble before her.  She moaned loudly as he
dipped his long cool fingers into her warm wet vagina..."OHH GODs."  LaCroix
growled.  He spread her lips apart and tasted her sweetness.  She cried out as
his cool experienced tongue found her pleasure spot.  His fingers pushed deep
inside her as his tongue worked  on her engorged clit.  He felt her orgasm
begin to build under the intense tongue lashing he was giving her, and he
prepared to strike.  Suddenly she exploded and she nearly threw him off of her
body,  but he stayed with her, pushing her to new heights of pleasure. Then he
sank his fangs deep into her sweet folds,  sucking her orgasm-filled blood
into his mouth.  He was being filled with her almost blinding pleasure, and he
came in a frenzied rush.  

When it was over, they were drenched in glistening sweat.  His was tinged pink
with blood.  He rose and brought back a cool damp towl.  He cleaned her off
slowly and gently, and then himself.    He climbed in the bed beside her and
ran his hand over her every curve, marveling at her womanly beauty.  He wanted
to memorize every inch of her.  She sighed at the touch of his hand, and she
wanted more.  Slowly she rose and turned to lay on top of him.  She began to
kiss his deliciously full lips, tasting her own sex on his mouth.  Her rich
dark eyes looked deep into his now clear blue eyes.  She began to nibble on
those cool lips, parting them with her tongue, exploring him the way he had
explored her.  She wrapped her tongue around his, enjoying the coppery taste
that she now loved.  Then she felt his fangs descend.  She felt the tip of one
sharp canine with her tongue, and then wrapped her tongue around it.   He
moaned deeply and pushed his hips up against hers.  

She moved down along his body, kissing and licking his neck, then sucking his
nipples, which caused him to shudder with need and pleasure.  She continued
down as he held his breath in anticipation.  His cock was as hard as it had
been before he came, and she gently licked the head, causing him to rip into
the comforter with his fingers.  She  kissed the length of him, then slowly
and deliberately took him deep into her throat.  He roared as she sucked every
inch of him, but the bloodlust was too strong this time.  He slowly pulled her
off of him, and she saw that  his eyes were glazed over and burning like fire.

"It's time."  he said through clenched teeth.    He turned her onto her back
and loomed above her...and he was no longer human. The true vampire was
revealed.  He pulled her long muscled legs high over his shoulders and held
her arms  over her head, entwining his fingers through hers.  His mouth caught
hers in a desperate kiss, taking her breath away.  Then he entered  her body
slowly, her wet heat engulfing him. She moaned and shuddered as he pulled
almost all the way out, and drove himself into her even more deeply.  She met
each thrust with one of her own, and they were heading for an abyss neither
one of them ever wanted to be rescued from.  

Somehow LaCroix found his voice.  *"DO YOU WANT THIS?"*  He had to shout at
her to pull her back from the edge. "Are you sure you want this?"  *"YES!"*
She roared back to him, and they both felt  Earth shattering desire take
contol of them..LaCroix pulled her up against  him and drove his fangs deep
into her throat as if he were dying of starvation...and he was...for her!
Then he came deep inside of her.  

He drank with a wild fury, and he took every moment of her life inside
himself.  She felt the orgasmic pleasure sweep over her and through her.  She
saw images of a world long gone...centuries of memories flooding over her and
through her.  She knew everything that was LaCroix instantly, understood and
relished in the new link they were forming.  Then she saw only a soothing
darkness as her lover  brought her to the brink of mortal death.

He pulled away from her reluctantly, but he had to stop or risk taking too
much.  He looked into her face. She was like an angel, dark, beautiful, like a
sleeping child in his arms.."You will be my child now."  He whispered quietly.
Then he gently put her down.  He bit into his wrist and laid it gently against
her mouth.  At first she was still, until the scent of LaCroix's blood excited
her, and she sucked hungrily at his wrist, moaning quietly at the exquisite
life giving fluid.  The sensation of her hungry mouth suckling from him  gave
him more pleasure than he could have imagined, and she felt his pleasure as
she devoured his blood.  She could feel their new bond take hold firmly as she
drew power and pleasure from her new master.  Then her drinking slowed, and
she drifted off into a blissful sleep.

 
 

Voices were coming from all around her.  She opened her eyes and slowly
focused on two figures in the doorway. For a moment she thought she had been
dreaming, but all the memories of the last few hours came flooding back to
her.  She felt wonderful and strong,  but hungry.  A sheet was draped at the
edge of the bed, and she pulled it close to her.  LaCroix's back was to her,
and she could plainly see the other man...a younger man... arguing helplessly
with her new master.  LaCroix was trying to explain how she came to be here.
"Beautiful." she thought. "He is beautiful."  She stared  at a head full of
blond curls and a large full pouting mouth.  "Nicholas?"  She whispered across
the room.

Both men stopped suddenly, and LaCroix came to her.  "How do you feel, my
dear?"  "Hungry...I feel...hungry."  He handed her the glass that had been
sitting on the table by the bed.  "Drink slowly at first.  You will find the
experience extemely ...stimulating."  She felt a little shaky as she drank the
sweet elixir.  It was incredible. More than just the flavor came through.  She
could swear she heard music, and she could feel the life of the man who's
veins once pumped with the life giving blood.  She finished it silently and
handed it back to LaCroix.  "I...I heard music."  She looked to her master for
an explanation.  "Yes, my innocent child.    He was a great musician, wasn't
he Nicholas?"

Nicholas jumped a bit at the sound of his name.  After finally taking a good
look at his new sister, he had begun to watch her reverently.  A few moments
earlier he had been arguing  with his father about bringing someone new across
without discussing it with him first, but that argument was now far behind
Nicholas. As he moved closer, he marveled at her simple beauty.  Her skin was
deep rich brown, flawless and glowing with vampire health.  Her eyes were
large and intelligent, and her thick hair cascaded down her back in long
textured braids. "Come Nicholas.  Come meet your new sister."

Nicholas approached her slowly.  He sat down beside her on the bed, took her
hand ...and kissed it.  LaCroix looked on, obviously pleased with this turn of
events.  "He is as taken by this lovely creature as I am."  LaCroix was
beaming.  He stood back to let the two siblings get acquainted.  He wanted to
leave them alone. "Would you two mind if I went downstairs for a while?  I
don't like to leave the Raven unattended for so long... "And...Nicholas."
LaCroix placed a gentle hand on his son's shoulder..."Would you watch after
your sister for a little while?  I don't want her to be left alone."  "Of
course LaCroix...I'll take good care of her.  Don't worry."  LaCroix left.

Marcia smiled at Nicholas.  She wasn't quite sure what to make of him yet.  He
held her hands gently in his.  "Can you feel the changes within you
sweetheart?"  She thought about it for a moment, and then he continued..."Can
you see the room clearly?"  "Well...yes...of course...why?"   "He smiled a
knowing smile and pointed to the windows and drapes which LaCroix had closed
while she slept.  He pointed to the lights that were off, to the door that was
shut.  "Don't you understand?  You can see in the dark.  What do you hear?"
She listened." I hear the music downstairs....noises in the street..."  "Could
you hear those things before?"  She just sat there..stunned.  "anything else?"
He asked gently... "I smell something sweet...strong...like fresh flowers."
Nicholas pointed to the one single rose in a vase across the room.  She began
to cry, overwhelmed by her vampire senses.  When she wiped her eyes she saw
the blood and panicked slightly.  "It's alright."  Nicholas calmed her.  "It's
perfectly natural."  If you sweat, it will be mixed with blood.  All your
bodily fluids will show some blood."  "ALL?"    "Yes, my dear."  He stood up
and turned on a light.  "Stand up."  She hesitated, then pulled the sheet
around her and stood.

He took her hand and guided her to the mirror standing in the corner.  He
simply placed her in front of it and waited.  She was stunned once again.
"I...look...different.  OH MY GOD."  She stepped closer to the mirror, running
her long fingers over her face. She new she was an attractive woman before the
change.  She was only 39, and she was still in great shape.  But her skin was
so smooth now...so perfect.  Not a single line remained on her face, and her
skin tone was perfect and almost luminescent.  Her eyes were deeper, darker,
more beautiful than before.  She looked at her hair.  It seemed even thicker,
stronger, more luxurious.   She had the urge to drop the sheet and inspect her
whole body.  Nicholas knew she wanted to also..."Go ahead, we won't have any
secrets between us.  Don't ever be ashamed."    He gently removed the sheet
from her body and let her gaze upon herself.  She was perfect.  No
imperfections of any kind. Her skin was a glowing shade of brown.  Her skin
was like silk.   Her breasts were perfectly shaped , large, full, and they
stood firmly in place.  "Well,"...she said..."I guess I won't be needing that
eighteen hour bra."  They both laughed until blood tears clouded their vision.
Then he took her in his arms and kissed her lightly on the lips.  She pulled
the sheet around both of them and realized  there was so much to learn about
herself and her new world, and she wanted to begin with her beautiful new
brother.

Nicholas seemed different than LaCroix.  Not as aggressive perhaps.  He stood
in front of her,  both of them wrapped in the sheet, planting tiny kisses on
her neck and face.  She moved her arms around his slim waist and pulled him
closer.  The feel of her breasts against his own chest made him let out a
small sigh of delight.  She sought his mouth with her own and bit down lightly
on his lower lip.  She tasted small drops of his blood.  It sent a jolt
through her whole body.  Again it was more than just flavor or nourishment
being taken in.  She felt his passion, his desire...a world of emotion in
those tiny drops.  She broke away for a moment.  "Nicholas, you taste so
good...so sweet.  It's amazing."  She thought for a second, and then
asked..."Can we really fly?"  He answered her by lifting them both gently off
the floor and  floating them over to the bed before depositing her there.  He
landed next to her.  "So...what do you think?"...He asked.   "I think I'm
going to like being a vampire.  "Nicholas chuckled slightly. "You know Marcia,
I think it's time I started enjoying it too." He quickly stripped off his
clothes and jumped in beside her.
 
 He was propped up on his elbow looking her over very carefully.  He glided
his hand over one breast, down across her chest then up onto the other breast.
She was so new to him, so different.  But they were the same.  Brother and
sister, son and daughter.  He was about to move on top of her, but she stopped
him.  She moved over him instead.  He did not protest.  In fact, he liked it.
She was like LaCroix.  She knew what she wanted, and she wasn't afraid to take
on something new.  She simply took action.  All the years he fought these same
qualities in LaCroix, but he admired them now in his sister.  Maybe she could
teach both men more than they could teach her.

She loved the feel of his bare skin under her own.  She touched his pale chest
with her fingers.  "So different Nicholas...we're so different.  But I know
you. I know you care for me."  "Care for you."  He whispered ...  "I love you
little sister." She loved his mouth and kissed him hungrily.  He pulled her
tightly against him as she wrapped her tongue around his.  She felt an aching
need, something new.  She broke the kiss and moved her tongue along her own
teeth.  "OH MY GOD...Nicholas...what..."   He calmed her down.  "It's alright.
When you become aroused, it brings on the hunger, and your fangs drop down.
Your eyes are changing too.  Like mine."   She saw the blue in his eyes giving
way to the gold.  It excited her.  She felt her control melting away, and she
kissd him more deeply this time.  She was on fire as she took Nicholas' breath
away with the kiss.  Her fangs descended fully for the first time, and she had
the need to use them.  She bit down hard on his tongue, and he winced at the
pain, but it brought on his own blood lust.  She tasted his rising passion in
her brother's blood.  She could feel his erection straining beneath her, and
she slid lower down on his body to engulf his cock deep inside of her.  She
was so wet....she took him all in.....in one.. smooth.. motion.  He cried out
at the intense pleasure of it, and he let her take complete control.  She sat
upright looking down at him.  Her hands played with his nipples.  She ran her
hands over the baby smooth skin of his chest.  He held his hands around her
hips tightly, urging her on.  There were no wasted movements, no teasing, no
playing.  She was focused on her incredible rising need.  She pulled his hands
off of her hips and held them above his head as she rode him with wild vampire
abandon.  Pink droplets of sweat formed on Nicholas' forehead as his passion
climbed to meet hers.  He met every one of her thrusts with one of his own,
and he cried with undeniable need for blood and sexual release.  Then the
blinding moment was upon them, and Nicholas instinctively lifted his head and
turned it to allow his more dominant sister first strike.  All of her new
vampire instincts told her what to do, and as her orgasm crashed over  her she
struck with desperate speed, driving her fangs deep into the soft pale flesh
of her brother.  Her intense orgasm triggered his, and he bit achingly into
the other side of her throat, drinking in her unbelievable strength.  They
were carried away on wave after wave of pleasure, until finally they simply
couldn't go on.  She stopped drinking first, and kissed her brother's  wound
gently as it healed before her eyes.  He soon followed, licking the last
remnants of blood from her wound as it too healed.  She collapsed on top of
him, too exhausted to move.  He wrapped his arms around her gently, and
lovingly held her close to him.

LaCroix quietly entered the room, and closed the door behind him.  He could
feel the passion of the two new lovers in their shared bond, and he wanted
them to explore it...revel in it.  He watched them as they rested together,
entangled around each other.  He slowly approached his beloved children, and
stroked his son's golden curls.   Both siblings looked up at LaCroix
innocently.  "Hello father."  The sister and brother spoke in unison, and
Marcia felt the term of endearment felt perfectly natural as it rolled off of
her tongue.  LaCroix smiled at them both, and lightly stroked his daughter's
glowing face.  "Would you like me to join you my dears?"  His daughter
answered happily..."OH... yes father, please do."  Nicholas made a quirky
little smile and simply moved over to make room for his master.

LaCroix wasted no time in discarding his well tailored attire onto the floor.
Marcia slipped off of Nicholas quietly and the three of them just stared
smiling up at the ceiling for a moment...LaCroix on one end of the bed, his
daughter on the other end, and Nicholas safely tucked in between them.  "And
all is right with the world."  Nicholas blurted out suddenly.  It made them
all laugh helplessly.  Then LaCroix turned on his side, leaning on his elbow.
He ran his hand over the thick blond curls lying on his son's forehead.  Then
Marcia turned as well, propped up on an elbow, while gently stroking the baby
smooth skin on her brother's face.  Nicholas had no complaints.  "He is so
beautiful Lucien." Marcia said quietly.  "Yes, my daughter, he certainly is."

LaCroix gently turned  Nicholas around to face him.  He held the back of his
son's head in his hand and kissed him tenderly on the lips, running his hands
through the mass of curls.  Nicholas responded  by parting his lips slightly
and sighing.  it had been a long time since they had touched this way.
LaCroix guided his tongue into the sweet wet coolness of his son's mouth, re-
exploring the sensuous delights that awaited him.  Nicholas could feel his
lovely sister turn and lie against his back.  The feel of her beautiful
woman's body against him was delicious.  She reached around and stroked his
chest lightly, playing with each pink erect little nipple gently.  He moaned
under the double onslaught.  She moved her hand down and ran her hand over her
brother's erection.  His body stiffened at the gentle touch.  Then she moved
her hand again and found her father in a very similar state of arousal.  She
rubbed gently up and down his thick shaft and he growled with pleasure.  She
was enjoying herself thoroughly.  LaCroix pulled Nicholas in even closer as
their kiss deepened.  Marcia moved back slightly eyeing her brother's lovely
and well-formed rear end.  She massaged the soft pale cheeks with her hands,
and he responded by pushing back for more.  She guided her long fingers
between his sweet cheeks and slipped one finger into the tightly muscled
opening.  Nichoas cried out slightly with pleasure and pushed back even
harder.

LaCroix glided his mouth over his son's pale neck, licking, kissing, and
nibbling every delicious spot he encountered.  Then LaCroix realized what his
daughter was doing, and he gently lifted Nicholas' leg over his hip to allow
his daughter easy access to her brother's delights.  LaCroix held his son
close, their straining erections touching, exciting Nicholas even more.
Marcia gently slipped a second then a third finger into her brother's tight
ass and slowly moved her fingers in and out.  Nicholas began to moan in
earnest now.  LaCroix was quickly finding this encounter more stimulating than
anything else he had felt in centuries, and he was anxious to fill his son's
silken body with his own growing desire.

LaCroix motioned quietly for his daughter to stop, and she backed away in
silence, lying on her back.  LaCroix told Nicholas to turn and face his
sister.  Nicholas obeyed through a haze of golden-eyed desperation.  " On top
of your sister now Nicholas...That's it."  Nicholas didn't need any prodding
to follow that order.  Nicholas found himself staring into the face of glowing
vampire lust.  He pulled his sister close, and enveloped her mouth with his.
Her fangs were sharp against his tongue, and he let his tongue scrape slowly
over those fine points.  His desire -filled blood flooded her mouth, and she
roared with pleasure.

LaCroix watched them devour each other, and decided his son was ready to take
on his father's own lustful passion.  Just as he was about to take his
favorite dominant position behind his son, his daughter let out a nasty
growl...pushed Nicholas up and turned herself over, revealing her exquisitely
formed rear end to her brother.  She lifted her fabulous bottom up as she rose
to her elbows and knees.  "Go ahead my sweet brother.  A wet honey-sweet treat
is waiting for you."  Nicholas let out a healthy **"YYYEESSSS"**  and drove
himself into her incredibly wet, lusciously formed lips...in
one...long...smooth...stroke.  Nicholas held her hips in a tight grip as she
pushed back to meet every one of his heart-pounding thrusts with one of her
own.

Meanwhile, LaCroix had become riveted to the unbelievably erotic sight being
played out in front of him, and he couldn't stand another second of waiting.
He quickly positioned himself behind his son, lightly wrapping his arms around
the the slim, smooth waist. Then, as Nicholas reared back once more, LaCroix
plunged into his tight well-muscled ass, causing his son to let out  a scream
of pleasure that shattered the glass vase on the other side of the room.  *"OH
GODS NICHOLAS!"*...LaCroix roared, and the three of them fell into an
impossible rhythm, moving them as one single entity.  Their link was wide
open, and they poured their pleasure into each other in giant waves.
*"NICHOLAS!"*..Marcia roared, as her fangs ached for blood and her orgasm
approached.

The three of them were building to an incredible climax in unison as Nicholas
offered his wrist to his sister.  They were climbing higher and higher, and
Nicholas' eyes were like burning fire as he bent low to reach her tender
throat.  LaCroix suddenly tensed and roared in ecstasy as he came deep inside
his son's body.  In the same instant he bent low over Nicholas' back, plunging
his fangs into the side of his son's throat, triggering Nicholas' orgasm.  Now
Nicholas drove his fangs deep into his sister's neck as he shuddered in
indescribable pleasure.  Marcia screamed as her brother's fangs penetrated
straight to her soul, and her orgasm filled the room with a blinding energy.
She grabbed desperately at Nicholas' wrist and bit down firmly, sucking with
vampiric lust.  The open link they shared only served to intensify their
blinding passion.

Their blood passed from one to the other and back again, deepening the bond
they shared, holding this moment of exteme pleasure suspended in time.
Finally, after a long gentle decline back down, they relaxed, each licking the
other's wounds until they healed.

LaCroix was the first to stir as he very gently moved out of his son's body
and fell back onto the bed completely exhausted, lying next to his daughter.
Then Nicholas with great tenderness moved slowly out of his sister, and fell
back onto the bed on other side of her. Finally Marcia sighed and turned over
onto her back with her arms resting above her head.  Then Nicholas rested his
head on one of her large soft breasts, and Lacroix rested his head on the
other.  She brought her arms around each of her lovers, and they simply
relaxed.

"Well."...LaCroix said quite matter of factly..."I never did get to make that
phone call to have your car towed away my dear."  Then Nicholas chimed
in..."Yea... and I believe our master mentioned something to me about getting
you a rental car."  Marcia just stared at the ceiling with a wide toothy smile
and said..."A RENTAL CAR?  I don't need a rental car DAMMIT...I CAN FLY!!!
                                      END          -gail-