29: My Marge

adult situations, nudity, drug reference

Gus watched Marge as she danced with the boy, feeling insanely jealous and mad that he was jealous of the young adult. What has come over me that I simply must have this woman? We've determined she has a kind of magnetic attraction that causes everyone around her, prey especially, to be drawn to her and want to please her. Damn it, I'm not immune to it either.

He looked around the trashy bar they had decided to hunt in tonight and noticed he wasn't the only one jealous of the meal with which Marge danced. He easily read the simple-minded man next to him as he planned out a scheme in which he wanted to get her alone, have his way with her and 'dispose' of her when he'd finished having his fun. I'd like to see him try, he thought to himself and laughed at the very idea. Hm, this type of criminal always has a distinctive taste. Maybe I should feed tonight as well.

"I'm glad I didn't kill that boy." Marge said almost happily once they'd returned to their house the following morning. She curled up on one of the chairs like a well-fed cat.

Marge had accidentally killed her first meal, a hiker in the hills just outside of Appaloosa Plains. She'd felt terrible about it, but Gus did his best to assure her that accidents happen and not to dwell on it. Gus knew that he needed to first teach his Marge the basics of being a vampire before he could even begin to explore her previously-known, and now enhanced, abilities.

They'd gone to Barnacle Bay to avoid Nathaniel and Gabriella. Gus didn't trust them currently. They'd tried to steal his Marge, and he couldn't have that.

They were staying at a house belonging to yet another one of August's "children" who, for the time being, lived elsewhere until enough time had gone by that the townspeople would no longer know him. 

Gus had used the criminal from the bar as an example to teach Marge how to feed without killing. Once she'd finished altering her meal's memory, Gus played a little with his prey before finishing him off. Society wouldn't miss him.

"Yes, but did you have to put it into his head that he'd gotten lucky?" Gus complained with a small growl.

"He gave me a gift, I merely returned the favor. Besides, it's a good excuse for him to explain why he'll be so tired. I wore him out." She grinned wickedly at Gus.

When he caught that wicked gleam in her eye, Gus could stand it no longer. That pull he felt towards her could no longer be denied. For days he'd resisted it, thinking that if he caved he would be hand-delivering some measure of control to her. He couldn't have her knowing how strongly he desired her; she could use that to her advantage.

He threw all that out the window now; however, as he flew at her and crushed his lips to hers hungrily.

Marge knew this day was coming, so she wasn't too surprised when Gus attacked her. She was, however, surprised at how skilled a kisser he was. They say you get better as you get older. Well, August is really old. She trembled when she considered how skilled at everything else he probably was.

She gasped as he almost roughly pulled up her skirt and pushed his hands in her panties to fondle her butt. She felt amazed at how his hands felt unexpectedly warm on her as he expertly kneaded the tissue, and soon she started moaning because it felt so good. All the while he did that, he demanded to gain full knowledge of the inside of her mouth with his tongue.

His hands moved off her rear to press against her back as they traveled up to make quick work of the strap around her neck that helped to hold her dress up. That job done, he then stepped back to watch as he slowly peeled the dress off of her. Removal of the dress stalled as the fabric snugly hugged her hips, so he gave up on doing it slowly and just ripped the seams to jerk it off in one swift move.

During this, Marge watched his eyes as he hungrily took in the sight of her. She wasn't wearing a bra, going back to her younger human days when she protested the use of the torture devices by not wearing one.

He startled her when he suddenly pounced, leaning her back a bit and traveling down her throat to her breasts. His hand moved up to tweak and tease one nipple while doing very near the same to the other one with his tongue and teeth. The sensations he evoked in her radiated outward with a large part of them gathering at the apex of her thighs.

Gus left her breasts and headed south. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her underwear and quickly jerked them down her legs. Marge obediently stepped out of them as he sat back on his heels to look up at his prize.

"If I were still human, I'd be blushing right now under this close perusal." she said to him quietly, resisting the urge to cover herself with her hands.

"Well, you're no longer human. You're vampire. You're beautiful. And you're mine." Gus responded as he ran his palms up the front of her thighs to wrap around and firmly grasp her buttocks before pulling her towards him. He hungrily buried his face between her legs.

Marge wondered how he expected her to remain standing through this onslaught of his tongue dancing on this most sensitive of areas. This new body allowed her to have heightened senses, but right now she was ready to scream from this heightened experience, the pleasure felt so intense.

She surprised herself when she happened to glance down and find that she'd actually ripped August's shirt in several places when she thought she'd merely bunched up the fabric in her fists. When her knees almost buckled beneath her, she finished what she started by completely ripping his shirt from his back as she forced herself to stand once more.

Damn, I kind of liked that shirt, Gus thought to himself.

"Ah! August! Please have mercy!" she begged, pulling at the hair on his head.

Mercy, thought Gus. The woman wants me to show mercy after what she's been doing to me these past few days? No. I will, however, allow her to be more comfortable while I ravish her.

He lifted her easily and carried her to the bed. He spoke to her as she panted for air and he laid her down gently. "My Marge, t'would seem that not even I am immune to the magnetic pull you have. I would be an idiot to deny myself you for even a second longer." With that, he separated her knees and satisfied the overwhelming urge to drown himself into the core of her being.

Marge cried out as everything she experienced felt nothing like she expected. She felt as if her very skin vibrated and hummed as Gus delved inside her, mercilessly torturing her sweet spot with his tongue. It was more than she could stand, and she desperately needed a minute to catch her breath. She attempted to scoot herself away from him so that she might get a small reprieve, but he growled at her and yanked her back to him.

"I have to catch my breath!" she begged.

"Breathing is no longer necessary. Now, lay there and take it!" he said quickly so he could get back to savoring the flavor of his new vampiress beneath him.

Marge whimpered underneath his thorough regard. Gus acted relentless in his quest to take his own sweet damn time in fully exploring her. He seemed to know when she was about to climax, but he would back off just enough to deny her the right to do so every time. She started losing count about the fourth or fifth time he did this. She started to beg him not to do it again and just let her have one. The wickedly pleased way he laughed deep in his throat made her scream because she knew then he was nowhere near done.

As she tried to reach down and pull his head off of her, Gus reached up to hold her wrists in a way that her arms crossed her torso so that he could hold her hips in place at the same time.

"Go ahead and scream." he said. "No one can hear you, and I pity anyone who does and thinks they can help." He continued as Marge whimpered beneath him, struggling to break his hold. "You've tortured me for days, my Marge. I was a fool to let that happen, but I think you knew you tortured me and enjoyed it. So, now it's my turn to return the favor."

"No! August! Please!" she cried out before he returned to his previous occupation.

She'd never felt anything like this. Every nerve, every fiber of her being felt taunt with unreleased tension, and there appeared to be no way to combat it or find relief. She trembled as, yet again, she was denied that relief. She tossed her head back and forth as she fought to acquire any kind of friction to aid her.

"Writhing in agony." he taunted her. "Oh, but this is the best kind of agony."

"Please." she whispered.

"Not yet." he grinned up at her as she struggled against his regained hold.

Marge then realized her inability to make tears. If she could, the bed beneath her would be drenched.

He restarted his sensual assault just as he knew she must finally be calming down. She tried in vain to jerk away.

Torture, Marge thought. People are tortured for a reason.

She slowly got out a plea as his relentless attack on her senses continued, "Oh, please! What do you want?!"

"Just you for now." he said and swiftly entered her.

That act was enough to send her over the edge as she got caught in the clutches of the most powerful orgasm of her existence. The world tilted on its axis and she watched him watch her as another earth-shattering wave consumed her. Then, still another crash-landed upon her as she ripped the sheets with her nails.

She was mildly aware of Gus chuckling down at her as she slowly regained her sense of self.

"Feeling better?" he asked like he was telling a sick joke. She didn't answer but glared up at him. "Well, I'm not. It's not been fair you've gotten all this pleasure, granted the torturous kind but pleasure just the same, and I haven't. That was one hell of an orgasm." He leaned his face into hers. "You owe me."

She felt suddenly furious. "Owe you? Owe you! You son of a bitch!" She moved to slap him, but he effortlessly caught her hand.

"Now, now. Yes she was as I recall, but that's neither here nor there. What matters now is that you understand that you.." He moved inside her, "Are.... Mine."

Gus had intended to continue on with his speech, but he felt taken over by a feeling of bliss that he hadn't felt since that time during his human years when he'd tried opium for the first time. The area he'd been assigned to had a flourishing trade in the stuff. He'd confiscated some and tried it out of curiosity. After that, he wished he never had for the desire for more of it consumed him. In fact, he'd been looking for a new supplier that night the vampire found him. Becoming a vampire and experiencing a newborn's thirst made him forget, but it all came flooding back to him now. He looked down at her and thought, I'll never get enough of this woman. It's her damn dark gift. She's addictive. I must never let her know how ensnared I am.

Marge knew something had just happened. August had a strange, thoughtful look on his face as he looked down at her, but he'd forbidden her to read him.

"What is it?" she asked as his grip on her wrist tightened. He glared at her for a second before his eyes closed and he seemed to lose himself as he made love to her.

Afterwards, Marge stared over at the bookshelf with a sleeping Gus curled around her. What happened? she asked herself. What made him switch gears like that? For ages, he enjoyed torturing me. Then this look came over him after that time I tried to slap him. He became a different man. I've never been told so many nice things in my life. I've never felt so adored, not even by Caitlin's father. What caused that I wonder?

August interrupted her musings by squeezing her waist. Suddenly, he was awake and kissing her as he parted her legs. 'More' was all he said as he entered her once again.

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It's standard procedure for Gus to forbid his progeny to read him, though that didn't work with Nate. The dark gift overpowers a maker's control.

Did anyone notice the cameos in the first picture? The one that isn't mine I had to change his hair so that might make him a little harder to place. Plus, we haven't heard anything from him for a long time so I had to put him in something again.