Chapter 20: The Mother's Return
Dawn was bleeding grey through the high, narrow windows of the den when Margaret and Samantha pushed through the door, Alice between them. Her dark hair had come loose from its widow's twist, and her eyes, those new crimson eyes, were wide and drinking in the velvet shadows of the chamber as if she had never truly seen the world before.
Nancy rose from the leather chair by the cold fireplace, and her knowing smile caught the low lamplight. She crossed the rug in three silent strides and pulled Alice into her arms, pressing the younger woman's face against her shoulder.
"Welcome, granddaughter," Nancy murmured, and she felt Alice shiver, felt that new vampire hunger thrumming under her skin. "Margaret chose well."
Alice pulled back just enough to look at her. Her husband Alan's death had hollowed her out for ten months, and Nancy could still smell the grief on her, faint as ash, but beneath it now burned something ravenous. Alice opened her mouth, and her new fangs caught the light.
"I feel," Alice said, and her voice cracked. "I feel everything."
Nancy laughed low in her throat. "That is the gift. And now, granddaughter, you must learn to use it. Seduction is a weapon, and you will learn it from your mothers tonight."
Margaret's fingers found Alice's wrist, stroking the thin blue vein beneath the pale grey skin. "I taught you pleasure in your kitchen," she said. "Tonight, we teach you the craft."
Nancy led them to the velvet couch that dominated the far wall, its crushed burgundy fabric soft as skin. She sat at one end and gestured for the others to join. Samantha came eagerly, already shedding her jacket, her cropped red hair bright against her pale throat. Margaret drew Alice down onto the couch beside her, and Alice went willingly, her breath quickening.
"First lesson," Samantha said, and she leaned in to kiss Alice, open-mouthed and slow. Alice made a small sound of surprise, then her eyes fluttered shut and she kissed back, learning the rhythm of it, the push and pull. Samantha's hand cradled Alice's jaw, tilting her head for a deeper angle, and Alice's fingers curled into Samantha's shirt.
Margaret's hand slid up Alice's thigh, under the hem of her dress. "You feel her pulse," Margaret murmured against Alice's ear. "You feel how fast her heart is beating. That is your map, daughter. Every woman's body is a map of her desire."
Alice moaned as Margaret's fingers found her cunt, slick and hot. "Oh god," Alice breathed.
"Not god," Nancy said from the end of the couch, and her voice was velvet and iron. "Not anymore. You are vampire now. You are the one they pray to."
Margaret pushed Alice back against the cushions and covered her body with her own, kissing down her throat, licking at the place where her fang marks had already healed. Alice gasped and arched, her hands fisting in Margaret's dark hair. Samantha moved up beside Alice, taking her mouth again while Margaret worked between her thighs.
Nancy watched them, and her own hunger stirred. She let her cock grow, thick and heavy between her legs, and she stroked herself lazily as she guided.
"Touch them," Nancy said. "You learn by feeling, Alice. Reach for them."
Alice's hands found flesh. She fumbled for a moment, then her fingers closed around Samantha's cock, and Samantha gasped. Alice felt the heat of it, the rigidity, and some instinct she did not know she had made her stroke it in a long, slow pull. Then her other hand found Margaret's, and she held them both, learning the weight and the need in her palms.
"That is it," Samantha breathed. "God, yes."
"Put your mouth on them," Nancy said, rising from her end of the couch. She moved to Alice's head and stroked her hair as she knelt between Margaret and Samantha. "You will learn to bring a sister to the edge with your lips, and then you will know how to take her blood when she crests."
Alice's first attempt was clumsy. She knocked her teeth against Samantha's shaft, and Samantha laughed, a sound that broke into a shuddering moan. But Alice learned fast. She opened her jaw wide, took the head of Samantha's cock into her mouth, and sucked with a hesitation that sparked into purpose. Samantha's hips bucked upward, and Alice's fingers tightened around Margaret's shaft and stroked in rhythm.
Margaret gasped, her head falling back against the velvet, her cock flexing in Alice's grip. Nancy knelt behind Alice and parted her thighs from behind, settling her knees on the couch cushion. Alice shuddered between her mothers, mouth full, body open, and Nancy guided her cock to Alice's slick entrance and pushed.
Alice cried out around Samantha's shaft, a muffled sound of shock and pleasure. Nancy sank in to the hilt, and the heat of Alice's cunt gripped her like a fist.
"Keep sucking," Nancy commanded, and she began to thrust.
Alice had no choice but to obey. She bobbed her head on Samantha's cock, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, while Margaret shifted and pressed her cock toward Alice's hand, then higher, toward her cheek. Alice understood without being told. She released Samantha's cock with a wet pop and turned her head to take Margaret's, moaning around the shaft as Nancy fucked her from behind.
The four of them moved in a rhythm that built like a storm. Samantha slid forward, pressing her hands into Margaret's shoulders, her mouth finding Margaret's as they watched their daughter learn. Nancy drove deeper, and Alice whimpered around Margaret's cock, her whole body trembling on the edge of something vast.
"You feel it, don't you," Nancy said, her voice ragged, her thrusts turning rougher. "The hunger and the pleasure, they are the same thing. One and the same, Alice."
Alice nodded desperately, tears spilling down her cheeks, her throat working around the thick length in her mouth. And Nancy felt it, the moment Alice understood. The moment the grief that had weighed her for ten months cracked and fell away, replaced by nothing but this, the heat and the blood and the sisters around her, the belonging so deep it was almost pain.
The knock came like a crack of thunder through the velvet heat of the den.
Nancy froze mid-thrust, her cock buried deep inside Alice's trembling cunt. For a heartbeat, no one moved. Margaret's mouth was still wrapped around Alice's throat, Samantha's hands tangled in Alice's hair, and all four of them hung suspended in the haze of blood and pleasure.
Nancy pulled out slowly, and Alice whimpered at the loss, her body arching after the retreating heat.
"Stay," Nancy said, her voice low and rough. She was already moving, her cock still slick and half-hard, bobbing obscenely between her thighs as she crossed the basement floor. She didn't bother to dress. Whoever was at her front door at this hour, they would see what she was, or they would not.
She climbed the basement stairs, her bare feet silent on the treads, and unlocked the front door. The grey light of early morning washed over her, and she blinked against it, her slitted pupils contracting.
Ellie Mathews stood on her porch.
The blonde was twenty-two, all sun-kissed hair and wide blue eyes, wearing a thin raincoat over a summer dress that didn't fit the chill of dawn. She clutched a messenger bag to her chest like a shield. Her cheeks were flushed, and her breath came in short little puffs.
"Oh," Ellie said, her voice high and startled. Her eyes went very wide, and she took in Nancy's naked body, the pale grey skin, the heavy cock standing thick and obscene between her thighs, the crimson eyes, the fangs. "Oh my god. You really are."
Nancy leaned against the doorframe, crossing her arms. The movement made her cock twitch, and she watched Ellie's gaze drop to it, then snap back up. Her cheeks burned a deeper pink.
"Ellie Mathews," Nancy said, her voice velvet. "From down the road. What brings you to my door at dawn, sweetheart?"
Ellie swallowed hard. Her fingers tightened on the messenger bag. "I've been watching you. All of you. I know what you are. I've known for weeks. I saw them, the women who come and go from your house at night. I saw the way they move, the way their eyes glow in the dark." She took a shaking breath. "I've loved vampires since I was a little girl. I have every book, every movie, every documentary. I know the lore backward and forward." She laughed, a nervous, breathless sound. "I know you don't cast reflections. I checked."
Nancy felt a slow smile spread across her face. The hunger stirred in her gut, and her cock thickened, rising to full hardness. She let it, let Ellie see it happen.
"And what do you want, Ellie Mathews?"
Ellie stepped closer, close enough that Nancy could smell her, the warm human scent of her, the rapid flutter of her pulse in her throat. Her blue eyes were enormous, pupils blown wide.
"I want you to turn me," Ellie whispered. "I want to be one of you."
Nancy reached out and traced a finger down Ellie's cheek. The girl shivered, and her lips parted. Nancy could hear her heart hammering, a rabbit's drumroll.
"Come inside," Nancy said. "And we'll discuss it."