Rory came to an abrupt stop in front of the mall. Em stopped beside him, looking at the half-broken structure before them. Em sniffed. It smelled odd, but she couldn’t quite place the scent. “Rory, what is that?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. I can’t place it as familiar. I’m glad we took a moment to grab our swords. Do you want to go in, or go back?”
“I want to go back, but then I would be worried about what that scent is. It smells kind of animalistic, but stronger. Could it be a bear?”
He shook his head. “I don’t think so.” He put one hand on his sword and took hers with the other. They walked cautiously into the mall, their eyes instantly acclimating to the lack of moonlight. The interior sparkled with what Em thought of as vampire light. It made everything within her vision look as if it was cloaked in the semi-dimness of a cloudy day. Her ears were tuned to the slightest sound, the strong animal odor reminding her of a wet dog. It was making her very nervous. Rory headed into the main corridor and took a right. There was no sound to indicate other occupants, but Em was hesitant to speak. If there was someone or something else present, she didn’t want to alert them to her and Rory’s presence. Rory pointed to the candy store with his finger. The inner door was still intact. If the outer walls and roof were undamaged then the contents would probably also be good. They walked to the door and Rory gave it a tug. It didn’t budge. He could easily snap the lock or break the glass, but either act would make a lot of noise.
Rory leaned to her ear. “I wish I knew what that smell is.”
Em nodded and gave him a shrug. Vampires had no distinguishable scent and could walk up to an animal unnoticed if the creature wasn’t paying attention. That trait may have helped them walk through the mall without alerting the owner of the scent. If it were sleeping or something, then a loud noise would change that. He shrugged. “Go in or leave?”
Em made a gesture for him to just tug the door open. Rory did so, trying to be as quiet as possible. The lock snapped with a loud screech of metal. Em and Rory drew her swords, listening intently for any sign that they weren’t alone. Silence remained. He headed into the store. As with a few of the other shops they had gone into, everything was untouched. Whoever had done the original construction deserved a commendation. The lower level had probably remained due to the fact that three quarters of it was actually underground. The lower shops only had windows on the upper walls and those had been created with non-breakable safety glass. Much of the upper portion of the mall had collapsed, but the destruction above had not fallen into the stores beneath it.
Em glanced around and smiled. The shelves were lined with boxes of candy. She removed the large satchel from her shoulder, and pulled out the backpack it contained. Em began to fill them with sweets. Rory did the same, packing both bags with as much as they would hold while still zippering closed. Em spotted some decorative cloth bags on the shelf for sale. She headed to them, taking four of them down and giving two to Rory. They were filled with an odd assortment of candy from the variety of jars on the shelves. Em was dying to taste one of the candy-coated almonds. They had once been her favorite, but she knew that they would taste like shit. All human food tasted that way.
When everything was packed to the hilt, they put the backpacks on. Slung the bags over their shoulders and put the two carry bags on the opposite shoulders so their hands were free. Em shrugged and Rory walked before her, stopping in the doorway. He glanced around and shrugged. Slowly they headed out in the main walkway of the mall. Em sniffed, her nose twitching like a rabbit. She drew her sword, watching as Rory did the same. Obviously, he had picked up the scent also. It was the same as before, musky and animal in nature, but now it was stronger. Em stood at his side, the store at their backs as they glanced around in the darkness. It was unnerving not to be able to speak to him, but words would give them away.
A snarl filled the darkness to their right and they both turned toward it. In the farthest reaches of their amplified night vision, Em spotted what looked like a large dog. It was moving toward them, its teeth barred and it had white foam dripping from its muzzle. Another appeared beside and slightly behind it and then another, slightly smaller. They walked together, occasionally snarling at each other if they happened to bump. Three more took up the rear, not quite as large, but appearing just as vicious.
“Fuck,” whispered Rory. “What the hell happened to them?”
“I have no idea. They look like they used to be rottweilers. I have no idea what they are now.”
Em’s fangs snapped into place and she saw Rory’s do the same. “We fight with swords. Do not bite them.”
“I have no intention of biting them.” Em took a step out into the open so she had room to safely swing her sword. She was prepared for the creature to leap, but it didn’t. It simply approached at the same unwavering speed, snarling as it showed its shimmering teeth.
His hand stroked the skin of her ass in tune with the paddle, back and forth, his cold skin soothing the burn. It was overwhelming, her mind feeling foggy, her cunt steaming with need. It was an unbearable ache, the nerves twitching and pulsing in a rapid symphony of sensation.
Then Rory stopped. She couldn’t hear or see him moving away from her, but simply knew that he was no longer standing behind her. Em had no idea where he was or where he had gone. Her ass was left to burn, the skin sizzling with heat as she waited in her silent seclusion.
Em smelled him, the sweet scent of lavender that Wesley so loved. This was not however, Wesley. It was Salt. Why was Salt in the room?”
She felt his warmth as he crawled between her legs. The earmuffs were removed. Salt’s warm hands against her cheeks. “Em.” His voice was soft and melodious. “Rory says that you miss having dual sex. I go both ways, and if you’re interested in fucking a warm dick, I’m certainly game.”
Rory’s hands massaging her stinging ass. “You said you wanted the illusion of dual sex again. Why have it be an illusion? I know that you have always thought that Salt was cute. Wesley doesn’t mind. Interested?”
“You could have asked me before you brought him in here to see my naked body shackled to your bed.”
“It’s our bed and the idea just came to me. I was going to use my dick and a dildo, but thought you might prefer this. It has been a long time since you felt the warmth of a human cock.”
It was such an intriguing idea. Em had never been with a human while she was a vampire. Would it feel different? Rory was right. She really liked Salt, although she had always thought him strictly homosexual. He was a sexy little shit. Thin, muscular, but he had very big feet. Wasn’t there some kind of correlation between feet and the size of a man’s dick? So many questions. Her pussy was screaming at her to say yes. “You’re not going to mind, Rory?”
“It was my idea.”
“Can we take the shackles off?” Em felt the ones being removed from her ankles. She was still blindfolded, but she could hear Salt breathing. She could feel the beat of his heart in her mind like music with too much base. Rory lifted her into the air and Em released a surprised squeal. He chuckled, kissing the back of her head. “Hold on with your hands, and bend your legs.”
She did and Rory sat her up so her feet were on the end of the bed. Salt’s warm hands pulled her slightly forward, but she was having trouble rationalizing his position. From what she could feel, he was actually balancing with his shoulders on the bed and his lower body in the air. A moment later, it felt as if he had been shifted, and Rory was at her back. He rubbed oil into her anus, the feel of his fingers overwhelming. Anticipation of being with the two of them was consuming her. She wanted them. She wanted them both. Em really missed the dual sex that was such a part of her beginnings when she was with Joel and Gaelic. As a human it had been intimidating, but by the time she was turned, it had become an undeniable craving. It was one of the downfalls about being with only Rory. Nothing could duplicate the feel of two men moving inside her, their bodies crushing her with hard, male muscle.
Salt urged her down over his dick, and at the same time, Rory sank into her anus. Rory shifted her lower body forward slightly, and Em got an impression of how they were positioned. The warm feel of Salt’s skin was touching the bottoms of her outer thighs, while Rory’s cool skin was present against her ass cheeks. Salt was as she had thought. His upper body was on the bed, but his ass and legs must be hanging off the bottom. He was probably supporting his lower body with his feet to the floor and his knees bend to either side of Rory’s legs. She had no idea what Rory was sitting or lying on, but it allowed for him to bounce his body up and down. Salt drove his fingers in her legs. “Holy shit, is your pussy always this tight?”