Author's note: His Pride and Joy by Leslie G. S. (m/f/m) This being a continuation of the events begun in "A Healing Touch." The first story (m/m), not required to understand this one. Standard disclaimers as to who and what belong to whom. Thanks, Karies, for beta-reading this for me. **** Lacroix arrived to himself again, Nicholas's head snuggled against his shoulder, with Janette standing over them where they lay on the hearth rug. "Mon dieu, Lacroix, in the front room now. I hope you haven't ruined my carpet." She swung her cape off her shoulders, flicking the droplets of melting snow onto the two wastrels sprawled on her best Persian rug. "He started it," the man drawled, stretching out one languid arm to her. "Come, don't stop with your cloak. Continue." Nicholas chuckled, when after a small moue of annoyance, Janette smiled impishly and began adding her garments to theirs already scattered across the floor. ---From "A Healing Touch," which now continues.... ***** "Nicolas, you brute," Janette said, pouting. "Get up and help me with the lacing." Laughing, Nicholas leapt up and with practiced fingers, began undoing the ties up the back of her gown. He leaned forward to nuzzle her nape and smiling, she turned her head, arching her long neck. His hands became still on the silken strings, as with a slight catch of his breath, he set his lips on the pale curve of her throat. Her eyes closed and her low hum of pleasure spurred him on. Lacroix lay stretched out on the rug, one hand behind his head, the other resting lightly on his belly, his legs crossed comfortably at the ankles. The fire on the hearth heated his skin with a false warmth. A half-smile played across his lips as he watched his children with hooded eyes, the awareness of their growing arousal a pleasant tension in his mind. Janette's garments were quickly shed, Nicholas's eagerness making him a deft and efficient lady's-maid, the threat of the lady's wrath making him more careful of her clothing than he was naturally inclined to be. He took liberties, however, with her person, cupping a breast, stroking a thigh, stealing a kiss from a breathlessly giggling mouth as he helped her out of yards of enveloping material. He, of course, was already naked, and Janette took full advantage of his vulnerable state, startling more than one yelp from him. Once nude, Janette melted against him, encircling his neck with her arms. He placed his hands on her hips, drawing her closer to him. Smiling archly, she rolled her pelvis against his, pressing his erection tight between them. He growled softly in pleasure and lowered his mouth to her curving lips. They kissed languorously, Nicholas tasting the lingering traces of her recent kill, she catching hints of their master's essence in his mouth. Their hands began to wander, Janette lightly scratching down his spine to his buttocks, while he reached up to cup her breast, softly brushing her nipple with his thumb. She purred, sliding her hand around to cradle his heavy, velvety scrotum. Nicholas's tongue became more demanding in her mouth, sliding around her teeth, rubbing on her still retracted fangs. She responded in kind, sucking hard on his tongue while squeezing his cock lightly. Janette's loins melted in a flaring heat as Nicholas moaned into her mouth. Lacroix cleared his throat, and the two youngsters turned to look at him, both sets of blue eyes alight with gold sparks. "Come get comfortable," he suggested, patting the thick carpet to either side of him. Janette and Nicholas exchanged mischievous grins. "We thought you'd fallen asleep," Janette teased. "After all, you older fellows don't ... spring back as quickly as we young ones do," added Nicholas with a roguish grin. "Ah, then it will be your task to ... restore my vigor then, won't it? Come. Do your duty." With a final lingering kiss, Janette and Nicholas separated, any reluctance they might have felt to do so not affecting their compliance. As they lay down next to their master, Janette on his left and Nicholas to his right, Lacroix could sense a certain amount of anxiety mingled with their excitement. Deliberately curling his lips into a benevolent smile, he pulled them close to his sides. No doubt they had some concerns as to what game he might elect to play, if any. He noted with some amusement that his smile did not seem to reassure. But their nervousness did not affect their characteristic enthusiasm for exploring all things sensual nor the skill with which they caressed him. Janette's fingers, cool on his fire- warmed skin, moved on him with a polished knowingness, a piquant contrast to Nicholas's more forceful, elemental touch. While her nails pricked delicately on his sensitive throat and across his chest, his son elected to do his work a little lower, running a palm over his father's thighs as his lips nibbled slowly around his belly. Nicholas, having had him once in his mouth already that night seemed nothing loathe to have him there once again, if the direction his wandering kisses were taking him were any indication. Lacroix decided to go another way. He rolled over, away from Nicholas, laying his long length against Janette, insinuating his leg between hers. He kissed her lips lightly, bringing one hand up to cup her breast, heavy and round against his palm. Her nipple sprang up as he circled it slowly with his thumb, and she rested one hand, feather soft, on his hair as he bent to run slightly parted lips back and forth over the tight bud. He heard her sigh, surrendering to his touch with a surge of hunger for that darkly burning force that was uniquely her master's. Her craving for Nicholas still held ascendancy however. Well, all appetites would be sated. She'd just have to wait until he'd had his fill of her first. She had the time, after all. As did Nicholas, though the impatient flare of lust and envy his son couldn't stifle at the sound of Janette's sigh demonstrated he hadn't learned that yet. Lacroix experienced a certain smugness. Such splendidly rapacious progeny. He switched his mouth to her other nipple, delicately lipping it erect, while he stroked the opposite breast with his fingertips and nails. Silent, her supple body undulated slowly under his and his half-erect phallus swelled against her thigh. She ran long nails along his hip, not hard enough to break the skin, but leaving a trail of pleasurable burn behind. She parted her legs farther in invitation, stimulated by his touch, though most of her ardor came from her earlier encounter with Nicholas. Ignoring her offer, he sucked her nipple deeply into his mouth, causing her to stiffen and moan, her nails digging into his buttock. There, now she was paying heed. He began working with more vigor, switching from breast to breast, flicking the nipples with his tongue and fingers, suckling, biting lightly. She writhed under him, scratching at his back, twisting her legs around his, pressing her groin against him. She murmured a protest as he broke away from her grip, easing downward, running his hands down her sides to her flanks, then up again, leisurely trailing the lips of his open mouth over her smooth belly. Her complaints were half-hearted, however, as she anticipated his likely goal. He lingered over his daughter's skin, marveling as always over its enrapturing softness. Her skin had been exceptionally fine even as a mortal, but when he had made her his, when that coarse dross of mortality had been stripped away.... Ah, she had become a miracle of perfection. There had been days when he had spent hours simply luxuriating in every square inch of her luminously pale surface with his fingers, lips and tongue. That had been before Nicholas, of course, he ruminated, rubbing the side of his face over her belly, pausing a moment to rest his cheek on the springy, sable fluff that concealed her mound of Venus. He could feel the pressure of his son's intense scrutiny and the ardor that burned in him, that fueled all their interactions with a crackling energy. He slid his hand up the inside of Janette's thigh, moving his head up to dip his tongue into the shallow hollow of her navel, as he cupped his fingers over the delight between her legs. Her hips rose as she tensed her buttocks, pressing the silky mound under his hand more firmly into his palm. Lacroix lifted his head to gaze at their avid observer, crouched beside them following every move. "You look bored, Nicholas," he remarked to his son, who actually looked anything but. "Why don't you make yourself useful and kiss her." Wordlessly, Nicholas flung himself forward into Janette's eagerly outstretched arms, snugging himself up against her side, and Lacroix watched a moment as they kissed ravenously. Smiling slightly, he turned his attention to the delights that awaited him. Stroking the fine hair away from her center with his thumbs, he breathed in her scent, of fresh, musky woman, laced now with the heady perfume of her arousal. He slid his hands under her buttocks, lifting her to ease his access. He leaned in, half closing his eyes, running his tongue tip around her outer labia. She raised herself up even more, eager for him, and he slowly licked her swollen bud, circling it a few times before plunging his tongue deep into her core. She moaned, the juices there flowing across his taste buds like ambrosia, and his cock throbbed with the single, great beat of his heart, pulsing between his belly and the thick, soft carpet. He nuzzled in deeper, taking her clit between his lips, sucking and biting gently. She began to tremble beneath him. It didn't take long, between him and Nicholas, to bring her to the brink of ecstasy. As he hadn't yet had his fill, he backed away, simply kissing the insides of her thighs until her arousal ebbed a bit. When he resumed, he worked with exacting precision, delicately, carefully tonguing her labia, barely contacting her clitoris, slowly, so slowly, bringing her back up to the edge of the precipice. There he left her, squirming in agonized frustration as she slid back down, away from her completion. From his son's sharp gasps, Lacroix suspected she was biting Nicholas's lips to keep her silence. The third time he approached, she clamped her thighs on his head to prevent his escape. Regardless, he kept his manipulations incredibly fine, as it seemed as if a mere breath would release her. The scent of his son's blood perfumed the air, letting Lacroix know Nicholas's back suffered under her nails. She shuddered, her body rigid, as, shoving her legs apart easily, Lacroix backed away yet again, lifting himself to her side opposite Nicholas. He quickly caught her wrist as her hand darted down to bring herself relief, and he reached his other arm over her body, grasping Nicholas's thigh and tugging. The boy glanced back at him, hand on her breast, traces of blood on his lips, eyes glowing. Brows lifting, Lacroix suggested, "Come, Nicholas, be gallant. Your lady is in need." Nicholas quickly lifted himself between Janette's thighs. She reached down, desperately guiding him to her swollen, aching center. She cried out at his first powerful thrust, bringing her legs around his buttocks, drumming them with her heels, tilting her pelvis to take him in completely. Growling, almost blind with his passion, Nicholas set avid kisses on her lips, jaw and throat, plunging into her with long, deep strokes. Savoring the flavor of his daughter on his lips and tongue, Lacroix stretched out alongside them, head pillowed on one crooked arm. He placed one hand on Nicholas's hip, the muscles bunching and releasing rhythmically under his palm, and let his eyes rove over the faces of his children. So exquisite, so savage, his creations, eyes afire, fangs gleaming as their passions took them, their raging desires a growing blaze in his own mind. A fine tremor shook his body and his breath came rapidly through parted lips as he allowed their sensations to rush through him. He felt Janette's orgasm break over her first, before the cry was wrenched from her lips, spurring Nicholas to hasten his strokes. The boy placed his mouth over hers, muffling her wail as the second, stronger wave crashed over her. As she peaked the third time, she pulled her mouth from his to sink her fangs into his shoulder. Lacroix felt the pressure in Nicholas surge to bursting, as, snarling, he bit into Janette's throat. He jerked as Nicholas exploded, a low moan escaping his lips. Lids sliding down over golden eyes, he held himself in tight stillness, waiting for his children to recollect themselves. After what seemed a very long time, he opened his eyes again when he heard them stirring. Nicholas lifted his head from where it was tucked in the curve of Janette's throat, and laid a few light kisses on her lips, their blood mingling again. He then glanced over at Lacroix, a smile quirking his mouth as he noted the man's fiery eyes and turgid penis. He looked back down at Janette. "I don't think he's asleep anymore, Janette." She twisted her head around to study Lacroix. "Indeed," she replied languidly, stretching cat-like under Nicholas's body. "I would say his vigor is quite restored." "And I would say that there is a time and place for discussion and this is not it," Lacroix interjected, voice a bit rough. Chuckling, Nicholas drew away from Janette, and moved quickly over to Lacroix, pushing the man onto his back. Janette lithely rolled over, following him to straddle Lacroix's knees. The elder vampire hissed as she drew her nails delicately up his scrotum and erect cock, and he reached out to run his fingertips down the silky skin of her arms. His wrists were seized, then, in Nicholas's hard hands and pulled over his head. The boy, greatly daring, gave him a wicked, slanting smile as he trapped Lacroix's crossed wrists under one hand, and placed the other under his master's chin to turn his head. Nicholas leaned down and caught Lacroix's earlobe between his teeth at the same moment Janette mounted him. To break free of his son's grip would be the work of a instant. The notion, however, never occurred to him as he surrendered to the sensations of being swallowed by Janette's engulfing slickness, of the suggestive brutality of Nicholas's teeth. His daughter clenched him with the strength of a fist, squeezing and releasing as Nicholas's cool breath ghosted over the exquisitely sensitive skin on his throat. The boy's fangtip pierced his earlobe with a tiny pop, sparking a sharp spike of pleasure/pain that shivered up and down his spine. He considered, then, in the back of his mind, in that closed, watchful diamond of awareness that never dissolved, not with pain or even with the more insidious danger of pleasure, whether he should allow himself the luxury of release this time. Occasionally he wouldn't, refusing to yield his control, requiring the two of them to minister to him for hours, then shaking them off, having never reached climax, just to show them they had no dominion over him, not even through pleasure. As Nicholas greedily sucked the drops of blood from his earlobe, he decided this would not be one of those times. He sighed, tilting his chin back as Nicholas trailed kisses, punctuated by an occasional tiny nip, down his throat to his chest. He closed his eyes, his flanks clasped in Janette's flexing thighs, as Nicholas's tongue swirled around the tight knots of his nipples. Janette chose a slow but compelling pace, grinding her hips in a circle at the bottom of her stroke, her internal muscles almost excruciatingly tight on him. Along with his sucking and the flicking insistence of his tongue, Nicholas began to throw in occasional bites as well, not quite piercing the nipples. His fingers twirled idly in the tufts of hair on Lacroix's chest, tugging sharply every so often. The elder vampire met these little bursts of pain with soft, encouraging gasps. Lacroix opened his eyes to find Janette gazing down into his face. She smiled at him, slowly licking her lips. With languid insolence, she ran her hands over her supple body, tweaking her nipples, stroking her breasts, trailing elegant fingers down to her moist cleft, blatantly using him for her own ends. Lacroix chuckled, delighted to indulge her. He thrust his sense of pleasure through his link to her, both in her and for the sensations surging through his body in ever-strengthening waves. He was gratified when her eyes widened, flaring a sudden gold, her smile slipping as she increased her pace, riding him now with an abrupt, swelling urgency. Smirking, he closed his eyes again. Nicholas, taking the clue of Janette's change in tempo, moved his attentions from Lacroix's nipples to his throat, his free hand moving down to stroke his own swollen cock. Lacroix lifted his chin, a moan escaping his lips as his son sucked vigorously on the skin under his jaw. A deep rumble rolled up from the bottom of Nicholas chest, stirring Lacroix almost as much as the fangtips pricking his tender flesh. His hips arched up to meet Janette's bucking neediness. She leaned over Nicholas's back, laying one trembling wrist gently across her father's lips. Lacroix opened his mouth to tongue her flesh, his teeth a insistent ache, and with a moan, she bent to sink eager fangs into the curve where Nicholas's neck met his shoulder. The boy grunted, his fist working his cock furiously as he bit into Lacroix's throat. Gasping, Lacroix struggled to contain himself as Janette's orgasm swept through her and she drove herself to greater heights, writhing on his impaling shaft, her shrieks of ecstasy muffled against Nicholas's neck. Snarling, shuddering, lost in the heady darkness of his father's blood, the boy came, his ejaculate a spurt of coolness on Lacroix's side. With a roar, Lacroix abandoned control, yielding to the searing bliss of the teeth in his throat, the explosion in his loins. He bit savagely into Janette's wrist, tearing the flesh to release her essence, drawing in avidly the feline fierceness, the flashing Damascus steel of his daughter. He then tasted Nicholas in her, and that exquisite mingling, the twining of their savage lust and loving tenderness suffused him, and groaning, he came again, with an ecstasy agonizingly near pain. It seemed he expanded, surging into his children through the pulsing of his cock and the wound in his throat. He hung in that place, letting Janette's telling blood flow across his tongue until he found he was tasting himself as well, a wordless darkness that coiled through and around his children. He reached up, untangling his wrists from Nicholas's now limp grip, and gently lifted her arm from his mouth. Their combined, pliant weight on him was a welcome one, though he thought it rather fortunate he had lost the habit of breathing. Janette, asleep or unconscious, lay across Nicholas's back, still astride Lacroix's hips, her tranquil face as innocent as a child's. He couldn't see his son, tucked under his chin as he was, but Lacroix could feel his lips and tongue working lazily on the healing wounds in his throat. A contentment, rare to him, came to rest in his heart. He savored it, as he savored the existence, the very being of his children, his best creations, knowing that it was treacherous. It couldn't last, no joy ever did, and the pain was always sharpened by the peace that came before. His lips bent into a derisive curve, mocking his own melancholy. Resting one hand on the wind-scented midnight of Janette's hair, the other on the hard muscled curve of Nicholas's hip, he sighed. A creature of eternity learned to live in the moment or knew everlasting despair. He shut his eyes, letting sleep take him, his last thought that he was going to catch merry hell tomorrow for the stains on Janette's favorite carpet. He smiled as he slept. FIN
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