I had the distinct impression her pleasure could've gone on into eternity, had she not opened her eyes. My expression must've reminded her that her student had other lessons to learn, and that it was my own sexual welfare we were working toward. Batting her lashes as though to clear away a fog of pleasure we mortals could only imagine, Pandora disengaged. With a final sigh, she gently cupped Billy's jaw and eased him away from a puss that glistened, pink and slick, in the dimness.
"You were wonderful," she murmured. Then she leaned down to sample her own essence by kissing Tripplehorn firmly on the lips. "Now work your magic on Andrea. Poor thing's about to die of desperation."
Indeed, I wanted Billy-needed him-more than I ever had. And as though the vampire knew my desires even before I could, she used her mercurial powers to whisk us up the stairs and into my room. I landed on my bed, sprawling and open to the young man I'd fallen for so quickly. And just as my lover realized we'd been spirited through space by our ebony-haired seductress, he found himself growing rock hard. How gratifying, to watch his arousal overtake him as he approached me…even if I had to believe he was still inflamed from lapping at Pandora.
And yet, as he clambered onto the bed to straddle me, it was me he gazed at with those dusky eyes-me he was crooning to while his hands found the curves of my breasts. When it occurred to me that he'd already serviced two insatiable women yet was now eager to fulfill my wildest fantasies, I realized we were in the middle of a miracle: the Three P's created their share of mischief and misfortune, but I couldn't deny that their powers intensified pleasure, as well.
If Billy and I were still caught up in their thrall-puppets merely living out their twisted wills-then so be it! At this moment, I felt so strong and sensuous, I would've invited the bite that would propel me into eternity. If it meant my lover accompanied me into forever with this enraptured look upon his face, I would've surrendered to any of the Sisters.
"I want to please you, Andrea," Tripplehorn whispered, his hands working their magic all over my bare body. "Tell me what'll make you fly, pretty princess, and your wish is my command."
Pretty princess? I couldn't imagine this rebellious young man addressing even Miss Lucy this way, yet he sounded totally sincere-as though I were the only woman he'd ever wanted! And the answer was easy, after watching Pink and Pandora put him through their paces. That cock had hardened to the impressive length which had gotten me into this situation in the first place, and he was rocking against me so it rustled the coarse curls above my cunt.
"I want you so much," was all I could manage to murmur, for my heart welled up into my throat. All my life I'd waited for a man to want me this way-as though it were his sole mission to satisfy me. "Make love to me, Billy-but no, that doesn't half describe what I want from you! Just fuck me, high and hard, like it's the last thing either of us will ever do!"
Where that thought came from, I didn't know-unless I subconsciously suspected this might be our last act. Was that Perfidia fluttering above us, making the flame of the bedside candle flicker ominously?
I refused to let her ruin the finest moment of my life. As Billy drew an enticing circle inside my inner lips with the tip of his dick, my body arched up of its own accord to lure him inside. Together we thrust, and together we let out a wanton sigh that quivered in the air around us. His cock filled me so full I could feel it throbbing inside the tight walls of my pussy, driving me wild without any effort whatsoever.
My muscles clenched, sucking him deeper. A grimace flickered across his handsome face and his eyes closed with the concentration it took to keep him from shooting too soon. Slowly, gingerly, he shifted up and in, his hands at my waist as he balanced on my parted thighs. I thought my clitoris might explode from the glorious, perfect pressure of his weight leaning into it.
With a groan I curled upward, unable to remain patient. "Go after it, Billy!" I rasped. "I don't care what they tried to teach you about control! I just want us to lose it!"
He responded with a low moan, leaning into me with that hot, hardened body. Spirals of need shot up from my core until I saw starbursts of red and yellow behind my eyelids. I was already humping up to meet him like a shameless hussy, answering thrust for thrust as our bodies sped toward release. The bed began to shake as though possessed by demons…or by vampires spying on us. Never had I felt such a burning, such a deep-seated aching aimed toward a pinnacle of pleasure like I'd never imagined.
"Let go, Andrea."
Billy's whispered command made my eyes fly open, to meet an obsidian gaze in a face transformed by passion. Did I dare believe I saw love there, as well?
"Let go, so I can fly with you," he continued, his body urging mine into a frenzy of need. "We'll soar up and away, beyond these walls-beyond Redemption and the forces that would hold us prisoner here."
My mind wondered if Pink was planting such thoughts in that head framed by a dark riot of waves, but my body was too far gone to care. I surged, unable to resist the rubbing of his cock against my clit. My muscles and nerves tied into knots and I wrapped my arms and legs around him as I cried out in mindless ecstasy. On and on it went, that relentless pulse of pleasure, until I wondered if I'd pass out from the intensity of it.
Apparently we both did.
When I shuddered awake, Billy still lay where he'd collapsed upon me, pinning me beneath his warm, solid weight. I had a feeling hours had gone by, yet the pungent scent of sex and the stickiness between our bodies suggested mere minutes had passed instead. The bed had stopped rocking and the room had resumed its usual cool, quiet silence.
But I felt vibrations that belonged to an interloper.
Silly me, to fall into the fantasies Billy had planted with his words of love-if indeed he'd even realized he was saying them. Only a fool would forget that forces beyond our understanding were at work in this house, giving a semblance of sweet freedom while wrapping us in the invisible chains of a darker purpose.
And yes, as I blinked to clear my vision, it was the filmy likeness of Perfidia that materialized near the ceiling. She floated above the bed, gazing down at us with a wicked intent that shone clearer as more of her molecules came into place. Her gown was the color of blood, translucent enough to reveal her nudity and of a gossamer texture that rippled like angels' wings.
But this was no angel.
The vampire's thin lips pursed around her cigarette holder, and she exhaled slowly through her nose. Then she chuckled, a mirthless sound of power that awoke Billy.
"What the f--"
"Shhh!" I warned, hoping my eyes conveyed the seriousness of our situation. Try as I might, I couldn't detect the presence of Pandora or Pink.
"They've gone into town," the vixen whispered. She didn't need to add that she'd arranged some trumped-up errand so she could take her turn at us: it was written all over her slender, malevolent face.
With a sweep of her hand, Perfidia produced a stream of rectangular cards that were landing in formation against the wall beside my bed. Only the vampire's black magic held them in place as they appeared in order, from the first card in the center to the tenth one that predicted the outcome, and then the ten that covered these in descending order to end at the center again: a covered Celtic cross. How they stayed in place, quivering a fraction of an inch from the wall, was something I knew better than to ask about.
These were Pandora's new tarot cards! I'd never known Perfidia to take an interest in foretelling the future-she'd always scoffed at the notion of Fate, or anyone's ability to chart and interpret it. As the colorful spread laid itself out, arranged by invisible fingers, I knew without looking that these were the very cards Pandora had dealt downstairs as this whole unfortunate affair with Billy Tripplehorn began to unfold.