6 comments/ 11750 views/ 19 favorites A Very Vampy Christmas By: DinaDevereux Chelsea had spent the last four weeks getting settled into a routine with her vampire lover's twin boys. She'd been hired as their nanny, and almost immediately realized her attraction to her employer, Germaine. He'd revealed himself to be a vampire during their first lovemaking session and since that fateful Halloween night they'd been getting to know one another on an even deeper level. They'd been able to keep up appearances for Germaine's twin sons, Levi and Lincoln, and even Chelsea's own family—her brother, his wife, and their son had been frequent visitors to Germaine's palatial country estate. "I'm tired of sneaking around, Chelsea." Chelsea tied the belt of her fluffy red robe and turned before she opened Germaine's bedroom door. She rubbed her eyes and looked at the clock—4:27am—then crossed the room and crawled back into Germaine's bed. She sighed heavily. "Me too." "So let's just put it out there in the open," Germaine said, pulling Chelsea against him and kissing her temple, "The boys won't mind, Giselle's probably already gotten it figured out—hell, even Chad and Sabrina must know something is going on between us. Max asked me when I was going to marry you the last time he was over." Chelsea laughed at that. It was just like her nephew to be that blunt. Max had been asking for a cousin since he could talk. He'd been thrilled when she'd invited him over to play with the twins. And she knew her brother wasn't stupid. It was hard to hide the connection she and Germaine felt. "You're right, I know you are Germaine. I just, I don't know..." "What don't you know, Chelsea?" Chelsea sat up so she could look at Germaine. "I don't know what we'd be putting out in the open? That we're fucking? Oh, that'd be a nice addition to a Christmas card: 'Happy Holidays from the DuBois/Willows. By the way, we're just fucking, FYI!'" Germaine rolled his eyes. "We're not just fucking, Chels." "Well, so you want to announce that you're my boyfriend?" "Well," Germaine said, laughing, "That's a start, right?" Chelsea hit him with a pillow. My vampire boyfriend, she thought to herself. I'm falling in love with my vampire boyfriend, and he's making jokes. When Germaine grabbed the pillow, he looked up at Chelsea, ready to retaliate, but saw her on the verge of tears. He pushed the pillow to the side and pulled her into his arms. "Baby, what's wrong? Don't cry." She wiped her eyes and pulled away. "I'm fine, I'm just nervous and confused." "Dammit, Chelsea, I don't want there to be any confusion between you and me," Germaine said, fiercely, grabbing her hand, then gently turning her chin so that they were almost nose to nose. Entranced by the look in his eyes, Chelsea couldn't pull her own gaze away. "Don't you know how I feel about you? What you mean to me?" he began, his voice bold and unwavering, "This human concept of love. That's what you're waiting for, isn't it? For me to declare my love for you?" Chelsea wanted to say yes. She wanted to open up her heart to him and ask him to open his in return. The shrill ring of Germaine's cell phone destroyed the moment. She rose from the bed, watched him cursing, searching for the wailing piece of technology. He answered, spoke briefly, then immediately headed toward the closet to get dressed. Chelsea followed and stood in the doorway. "Emergency?" "Yeah, a pile-up on the interstate. I've got to go in. We're not finished with this conversation, though, Chelsea. I promise." He stopped what he was doing and walked toward her. He embraced her, stroking the back of her neck, kissing her cheek, then her mouth. Chelsea melted into him, clutching his still-naked back. Reluctantly, she pulled away. "You've got to hurry." "I know," he said, pulling a shirt over his head and stepping into a pair of sneakers, "We'll talk later." "'Kay," she said, sitting on the edge of the bed as he finished getting ready, grabbing a coat and shoving his wallet and keys into his pockets. "Shit, I forgot to ask you!" she said suddenly. Germaine stopped and turned, "What is it babe?" "Do vampires celebrate Christmas?" she asked shyly. Germaine laughed aloud then covered his mouth to keep from waking the twins. "Of course," he said, still grinning, "Although, I haven't really kept up with the tradition. Why? What did you have in mind?" "Um, a tree? Presents? Christmas dinner?" Chelsea said, still slightly embarrassed. Germaine crossed the room again and gave Chelsea another kiss. "The boys will be thrilled. Their first real Christmas. Invite your family. And call Giselle. I've got to go baby." "'Kay," she said, watching him disappear into the dark hallway. As Chelsea made Germaine's bed, she started making her to-do list in her head. It was the first of December. She had twenty-five days to plan the boys' first Christmas. Two weeks later, Chelsea and the boys were driving home in the snow. She'd had them out shopping all day. The house had been decorated with trees, garland, wreaths, holly, and mistletoe. She'd bought, wrapped, and hidden gifts for the twins in Germaine's office a few days before. But she'd promised the twins she'd let them pick out gifts for Germaine, Giselle, and her family that day. She'd expected them to tire out early, but the vampire youngsters had more energy than she did. "Daddy promised to have the lights on tonight, Miss Chel," Lincoln exclaimed as they turned down the long driveway. Chelsea peered into the darkness and hoped they were right. "Yep, and he said he's taking us shopping tomorrow for your gift," Levi added. "Shush, Levi!" Lincoln scolded, "It's s'posed to be a surprise." "It's okay," she soothed, "As long as you don't tell me what it is, it's still a surprise." Levi stuck his tongue out at Lincoln but they were quickly distracted by the sight that awaited them as they broke through the trees and approached the house. "Oooh," Levi said. "It's so pretty," Lincoln added. "When did your daddy have time to do all this?" Chelsea asked aloud. The twins didn't answer. She parked the car and helped the boys from their car seats. Both boys clambered out, hindered by their heavy coats, mittens, and hats. Not that they needed them. But it'd be odd to be out on a snowy December day with two 4-year olds in shorts and t-shirts. The boys ran across the yard, laughing and screeching happily at the winter fairyland Germaine had created with lights. Germaine stood on the wrap-around porch grinning broadly. "What do you think?" he asked as they climbed the stairs. The boys gushed over the lights—it seemed that Germaine had stuck a string of lights to everything. The house, porch and entire yard were lit by thousands of tiny twinkles. Chelsea stood in the middle, spinning slowly in the gently falling snow, feeling like a princess in a wonderland. She smiled and turned to face Germaine who was herding the boys inside. "How in the world...? I mean, how could you have time....?" She stuttered, finally climbing the stairs to meet Germaine. They walked inside and helped the boys shed their winter gear. "You know we're extra fast, right Miss Chel?" She turned to look at Levi. He and Lincoln grinned at Germaine and before she could even blink, the boys had ran to the closet, hung up their coats, and ran back to stand next to her. "I did, Levi, but I didn't realize just how fast you were," she smiled at the boys. While it was overwhelming, she didn't want them to know just how shocked she was. She knelt down and pulled them both into her arms. "You are the fastest little boys I know!" she said, tickling them both. The three of them laughed, falling down onto the floor. The boys tried tickling her back and with their double-teaming efforts and their super-speed, the three of them were laughing hysterically in a heap. Germaine stood watching Chelsea interact with his sons. They'd never had this—someone who got down on their level, played with them, mothered them. Loved them. The last nanny had been a good sport, but there was always a formality—a kind of disconnect. Germaine couldn't really blame her—she'd been subtly (and justifiably) afraid of the twins. Chelsea radiated nothing remotely resembling fear. Just love. The same thing she was willing him to feel for her. The longer Germaine thought about it, the more he realized it was becoming true. He finally broke up their tickle party and the foursome made their way to the kitchen to have a cookie and hot chocolate before bath time and bedtime. Finally, Germaine thought as he read the boys a second bedtime story. Levi was already snoring softly and Lincoln's eyelids had finally lost the battle. He closed the book and headed for his bedroom where he hoped Chelsea was waiting. They had yet to finish their discussion from the other night. Chelsea woke in her bed feeling Germaine's mouth on her sex. She moaned and clenched her thighs at the teasing sensation. "You fell asleep on me, baby," he said, kissing up her thighs, across her stomach, and up to her breasts. He settled his weight on her body and rested his chin between her breasts. His 5 o'clock shadow scraped the delicate flesh and he nipped and licked at the marks he knew he was leaving. "I'm sorry," she said, gazing at him sleepily, "the boys wore me out with shopping today." He chuckled, "I thought that was supposed to be the other way around." "Me too. Vampire boys are resilient, though." "Vampire men are more resilient. I was going to show you just how resilient, but I think I better let you get your beauty rest." Germaine pushed himself up and gave her a little kiss before starting to roll away. Chelsea forced herself to rouse enough to wrap her arms and legs around Germaine's body. She was no match for his physical strength, but then, he didn't resist too much. "Show me," she said, bedroom eyes still hooded. Chelsea was in that place right smack dab between asleep and awake. The place where sleep walkers explore and sleep talkers orate. The place between dreamland and real life. Chelsea might not have realized this, but Germaine did, and he swore he'd take full advantage. Germaine hadn't been able to hypnotize Chelsea up to this point. Normally, humans succumbed to his will with one heated glance, but Chelsea just glared right back at him. He knew her mind was wide open at this moment. "Don't wake up. Don't fall asleep." Chelsea nodded, eyes half shut, hands still roaming his body. "Spread your legs. Stroke your clit." Chelsea relaxed her legs so that they fell open on either side of his body. She reached down between the two of them and her fingers trailed gently over her swollen clitoris. "Don't come until I tell you." She nodded again, still lightly touching herself. Germaine scooted down so that his face was inches from Chelsea's pussy. He watched her fingers trace her slit, bringing her slippery fluids up and across her clit. He maneuvered one of her pillows down and slid it beneath her hips so that they were tilted way up. He pushed her legs wider apart and bent her knees. She was wide open for him. "Chelsea, I want you to keep stroking, but relax. Relax completely. If you start to tighten up, stop your orgasm and relax again." "Yessss," she purred. Her hips were writhing just a bit. "Open yourself up to me. Completely." She nodded and he refocused his attention on the buffet she presented. He started stroking her thighs softly, moving further down to trace the crease where her buttocks met her thighs. She flexed and he repeated his command for her to relax. She did, immediately. He licked the same path his fingers had just taken, then he dipped his tongue into her pussy. Her outer lips were swollen and shiny. She had a fat pussy. She'd probably take that the wrong way if he ever said it out loud, but there was nothing better than burying his dick in her tight hole and feeling those fat pussy lips gripping him. But for tonight, he wanted her relaxed so he could bury his dick in a different tight hole. He shifted so that his tongue left her pussy and trailed down toward her asshole. It was pink, ringed by a light dusting of those dark brown hairs that adorned her pussy. "Relax," he reminded her. When he brushed across it with his tongue, she didn't tense. This was going to be good, he told himself. Chelsea realized Germaine wanted to fuck her ass. He'd nonchalantly teased her there before, but she'd always shied away. But she was so relaxed that she wasn't fighting him this time. He probably thinks I'm out of it, she thought, smiling inside. She felt his tongue brush up against her asshole and she kept her entire body limp. She wanted to make him feel good—and so far, it was making her feel good too. She didn't want him to stop. Germaine's fangs had been out for a while but he hadn't bitten Chelsea yet. He pressed his nose against her pussy, worked his tongue as deeply into her asshole as he could, and finally pierced the skin between her pussy and asshole with a painless bite. Seeing her stroking herself, smelling her pussy so intensely, tasting her blood as it dripped onto his tongue, which was spearing her asshole, and feeling her soft, round butt, pliable in his hands was almost sensory overload for Germaine. He removed his tongue and sucked on the bite wound he'd left on her taint for a minute. He could feel her breathing quicken and felt her forcing herself to relax. He pulled away from the bloody bite and watched the drops run down to her asshole before healing themselves. He used his index finger to smear the blood around her asshole before sliding his finger inside. It had never been this loose and relaxed before. His hypnosis was working. He had to take her ass soon. "I'm going to fuck your ass now, Chelsea. Keep stroking your clit. I'll be gentle. As soon as my dick is in your ass, you can come whenever you need to. Just stay as relaxed as you can." "Mmm-hmmm..." she moaned, eyes still closed. Germaine slid a second finger in her ass, wiggling and stretching her hole. He plunged his dick in her pussy slowly, to ensure it was lubed. Her asshole was almost as wet as her pussy from the saliva and blood. He pumped a few times before pulling out of her pussy and lining his dick up to take her ass. "Breathe, Chelsea. Take deep breaths." She nodded and he could see her chest expand to take a deep breath. As she exhaled, he worked the head in. He waited. She didn't tighten up but he waited for her to inhale and exhale again before going deeper. By the fourth breath, he was balls deep in her ass and he could feel her starting to squirm and writhe. "Relax. Don't move. I'm going to move. Just keep playing with your clit slowly." She nodded, her mouth falling open. Germaine pulled his entire dick out and slowly shoved it all back in. Chelsea could feel every inch of it filling her up. There was just a hint of pain. Like an afterthought. If it hurt at all, it hurt so good. He started going faster, pulling almost all the way out and then pushing in again. Her clit was so sensitive, just the tip of her finger grazing across it was almost enough to make her come. She focused on breathing, in and out, slowly. Keeping her asshole, her pussy, her entire body relaxed. Her eyes opened just a slit and she could see Germaine's chiseled chocolate body hovering above hers. His hands rested on her thighs, pushing them out and up beside her torso. He had a strained look on his face, like maybe he was feeling the same kind of exquisite pleasure/pain she was feeling. She added a second finger to her clit, stroking with one and then the other. Her strokes were coming more quickly. The heat had built inside her, slowly being stoked. The faster Germaine moved, the bigger the flames became. Until she heard him grunting and the flames took over. His dick pounded in her ass. Her fingers flew across her clit. She moaned and moved her hips in circles. Germaine reached down and slid two fingers in her pussy, curving them up, hitting her G-spot perfectly. She could barely breathe and made no sound as she came uncontrollably. She squirted all around the fingers in her pussy forcefully. It sprayed all over his abdomen. She felt her eyes rolling back, her body shook, and her asshole clamped down on the rock-hard dick that was spewing hot semen inside her. Germaine, on the other hand, was shouting like he had caught the Holy Ghost. Indecipherable words punctuated each spurt of semen. Germaine had never come so hard in his entire life, living or dead. If he weren't already dead, he would've thought Chelsea had killed him. He babbled like a lunatic as he came and as soon as he collapsed on Chelsea's body, he was afraid he'd broken the hypnosis. He pushed himself up, kissed her cheek, her neck, her lips softly. He pulled the soaking wet pillow from under her hips, got a warm wet cloth and cleaned her, then tucked her in. He contemplated making the long, lonely walk back to his bedroom, but decided he couldn't bear it. He climbed into Chelsea's bed and pulled the covers around them both. Chelsea woke with a start. She felt like what she and Germaine had done last night had been a dream. She rolled over and saw the note he'd left on the pillow. 'Gone shopping with the boys. Be back for early dinner. Work at 6pm. ~G' She sighed. It was nearly noon. She still had quite a bit to do before Giselle and then her family arrived. She climbed out of bed and headed to the shower. She worried that she'd be sore, but during her shower, she couldn't tell anything different about her asshole. If it hadn't been for the wet pillow she'd seen in the garbage can when she took the trash out, she could've sworn she'd been dreaming. She finished wrapping presents, tidied up the guest rooms, and started dinner. She still wondered how vampires could eat, but her boys had voracious appetites. The boys got a glass of blood every morning from a supply Germaine kept stocked in his office, but she'd never seen him drink blood, other than the little taste he took from her every once in a while. Another intriguing aspect of vampirism that she'd have to ask Germaine about. The boys got home about 4pm and they ate an early dinner. The three of them had disappeared into Germaine's office with their shopping bags as soon as they'd gotten home, presumably to wrap her presents. She gave them their privacy, figuring the boys might let something slip once Germaine had gone to work, but they weren't giving up any information. She'd have to be surprised. The next few days passed uneventfully. Giselle would be arriving on the 20th and she and Chelsea would plan the food, do the shopping, and start cooking. Chelsea was grateful—she'd been worn out lately. It was no wonder—Germaine's appetite for sex was insatiable. Not that she was complaining. She'd never felt so sated in her life. And it was almost like her body craved him, anticipated his touch, prepared itself in advance for him. In fact, she'd feel herself getting wet and turned on for Germaine and she'd been initiating the sex nearly every time they were alone. She'd given up on finishing their conversation until after the holidays. She figured Germaine had too. Giselle arrived and the entire household was excited. They did some more Christmas shopping, some grocery shopping, and Giselle regaled Chelsea and the twins with stories about Germaine and Greg's childhood. She also explained that she'd managed to talk Germaine's brother, Greg and his wife Cynthia to join them. They'd be arriving on the 23rd. The twins hadn't seen Uncle G in several months, so they were especially thrilled. Germaine had to work that day, but Greg entertained the boys while Chelsea, Giselle, and Cynthia relaxed and caught up on their lives. "Cynthia," Chelsea started, "I hope I'm not offending you by asking, but I honestly didn't realize that Giselle was a vampire until Germaine told me. Are you also a vampire?" A Very Vampy Christmas Cynthia just smiled, "Yes, I am. And don't worry about offending me. I just hope I don't offend you. I don't have many human friends." Chelsea returned the smile, "No, I won't be offended. There's been a lot of honest discussion between Germaine and myself—I have so many questions and he just takes them in stride. But he's constantly teasing me about my human tendencies. I'm over it." Giselle spoke up then, "Just think dear, if we weren't vampires, the biggest problem we'd be having is the fact that he's black and you're white." The three women cracked up laughing. They talked and chatted for a while before Germaine got home from work. They lounged around, watched Christmas movies with the boys, and finally all decided to retire for the night. Greg joined Germaine in putting the twins to bed while the women straightened up the living room and headed to their own beds. "Whew, they were wired," Germaine said as he closed the boys' bedroom door. "Yeah," Greg said, "Are you trying to impregnate Chelsea?" Germaine looked at his brother like he was crazy. "What?" "Don't act like you don't know Chelsea's fertile as hell. Cynthia and I could smell the pheromones as soon as we opened the front door." "Greg, you need to mind your own fucking business." "You didn't tell her, did you?" Germaine glared at his brother. "Well, are you using protection?" Germaine looked down at the floor. Greg sighed. "So you want to have a baby with Chelsea." "I don't know," Germaine said, mimicking his brother's heavy sigh. "Well, you need to figure out soon. Y'all must've been fucking like bunnies. Usually, it takes months, sometimes years of sex to prep a human for impregnation." "You think I don't know that?" Germaine said through clenched teeth, "The first time I smelled her, it scared the shit out of me. It took one month, brother. One month. I smelled pheromones after one month with her." "You have got to be kidding me," Greg said, following Germaine into his office. Germaine cracked open the mini fridge behind his desk and handed his brother a bag of blood. He took one for himself and they both drained the bags before they spoke again. "What are you going to do?" Greg finally asked. Germaine put his head in his hands. "What can I do? I—I—I love her, Greg." Greg's boisterous laughter caused Germaine to jerk his head up. He saw his brother's smile and had to smile himself. "I'm sure you'll figure it out, brother," Greg said, patting his arm, still chuckling. Chelsea's family arrived in time for a Christmas Eve dinner of take-out Chinese. "Don't worry," Chelsea assured them as she passed around take-out boxes, "You'll get a real Christmas dinner tomorrow!" She, Giselle, and Cynthia had spent the entire day baking pies, cakes, casseroles, and stuffing. Tomorrow, she had muffins to serve while they opened presents. The turkey was ready to go. All she had to do tomorrow was pop some rolls in the oven and heat the casseroles through. Chad and Sabrina were excited to meet Germaine's family, and of course, everyone fell in love with Max. He'd talked Germaine, Greg, the twins, and his father into back-to-back games of Old Maid and Go Fish. Giselle had retired early and Chelsea longed to head to her bed too. She'd been tired all day and was worn out. Sabrina noticed her fatigue. "Why don't you go ahead and lay down, Chels? Cynthia and I will start rounding up the boys for bed and check on the turkey later." Chelsea reluctantly, but gratefully, agreed. She felt Germaine crawl into her bed during the night, but she turned for a kiss and they both fell right to sleep. Chelsea felt the arm Germaine had wrapped around her tense up at the same time she heard the giggles. "Wake up, Auntie Chels!" "Yeah, wake up Miss Chelsea! Wake up Daddy!" the twins chimed in. Shit, Germaine didn't go back to his bed. Okay, act natural. Act natural. "Good morning boys," Chelsea said, sitting up in the bed, pulling the covers up to her chest before reaching out to welcome the boys into a round of hugs, "Who can tell me what time it is?" Germaine shifted to sit up and started receiving his hugs as well. As far as they could both tell, the boys weren't going to make a big deal out of the two of them being in bed together. "Well," Levi said, "The big hand is on the 4." "And the little hand is between the 5 and the 6," Lincoln added. "Can we open our presents?" Max asked, snuggling up to Chelsea. "Uh," Germaine said, yawning, "Is anybody else awake?" "Just Nona G," Levi said. "She told us not to wake anybody up yet. But she said we could check to see if you were awake Auntie Chels," Max explained innocently. Chelsea laughed and exchanged a glance with Germaine. So, Nona G wanted them to get caught together, did she? "How about we turn on the TV and watch some Christmas morning cartoons for an hour and then we'll get up and eat muffins and open gifts?" Germaine suggested, sliding back down in the bed. The boys acquiesced and they snuggled and dozed until about 7am. By that time, Germaine smelled coffee brewing and they all got up and got ready for the day. After a breakfast of coffee, milk, juice, fruit, and muffins, everyone felt fortified enough to gather around the tree and open gifts. The boys were excited about their toys. Chelsea had gotten a cute new hat and gloves from the twins, a necklace from her brother and Sabrina, a pashmina throw from Greg and Cynthia, and a homemade card from Max. Germaine had gotten her an insanely luxurious robe and slippers with a gift certificate for a day at the spa tucked into the pocket. Everyone else received just as many gifts that were just as nice. They were all relaxing on the comfy couches and armchairs in the living room watching the boys play on the rug when Germaine suddenly stood. "There's one more gift to give and I want to make sure I have everyone's attention when I present it." Chelsea turned to watch Germaine, but figured he was talking about some big something-or-other he'd gotten to further spoil the twins. When he turned to face her, she felt the shocked expression on her face, but couldn't do anything to change it. She froze in her chair. She saw him bend down on one knee and she sat straight up in the chair, leaning forward. "Chelsea," he smiled at her, "Don't look so scared." He leaned forward to kiss her. She kissed him back and she felt her face relax, but her heart was still beating like crazy. "I know we've only known each other for a few months. Some people might say that what I'm doing is rash or sudden, but I know that it's not. Because I've done nothing but think about this question every minute of every day since the moment I saw you with your ripped up tights and bloody knees, trying to right yourself in those ridiculous heels on the sidewalk. Call it fate, call it karma, call it luck. Something brought us together that day and I'm grateful for whatever it is. The way you care for Levi and Lincoln—that would be reason enough. The way you've accepted my flaws and shortcomings—that would be reason enough too. But that's not why I'm down on one knee in front of both of our families today. I'm down on one knee because I love you. I love you in a way that I never thought possible, in a way I never thought I deserved. And that is why. Because I love you, Chelsea Willow. And so, I'm asking......Chelsea.....will you marry me?" Silence. Chelsea couldn't believe it. He loved her. She thought she loved him alone, but he loved her right back. She knew she was trembling because Germaine took her hand, steadying her. She took a deep breath. "Say yes, Auntie Chels!" Max yelled, breaking the silence. She looked at Max first, his face so certain, so excited. Chad and Sabrina were holding hands, smiling at her. Giselle held Levi, discreetly wiping away tears, a broad grin on her face. Lincoln walked over to stand behind his kneeling father, one hand on his shoulder, looking up at her somberly and expectantly. "Will you, Miss Chel?" he asked her, getting down on one knee, mimicking Germaine's pose. Levi jumped up to join him. Chelsea's own eyes filled with tears as she looked at her men. Her vampire men. "Did you—"Chelsea began, stumbling over her words, "Did you say you love me?" Germaine looked up at her, holding the small blue box. "Yes," his voice strained, full of emotion, "I did. I love you, Chelsea." She leaned forward in the chair and threw her arms around Germaine. "Oh, thank God! Yes, Germaine, yes! I love you, too! Yes! I'll marry you!" She squeezed Germaine then opened her arms to allow the boys to settle into the hug as well. She smothered the three of them with kisses as she cried. Somehow, Germaine pulled away to put the ring on her finger and she felt her nephew's warm body fling itself into her lap. She stood, holding Max, and accepted the hugs from Chad and Sabrina. She was then enveloped into the arms of Greg and Cynthia. Giselle finally rose from the couch and approached Chelsea. "It has been a pleasure getting to know you, Chelsea. I have been so happy to see how you treat my son and grandsons. I will be so proud to call you my daughter." "Thank you, Giselle," Chelsea said, tears streaming again. Giselle pulled the young woman into her embrace and held her tightly. Chelsea felt Giselle's breath on her ear a split second before she heard the whisper: "I have been where you are, my dear. It isn't always easy, but I'm here if you need to talk." She pulled away from Chelsea and looked at her meaningfully. Chelsea nodded and turned back to Germaine. He took her hand and everyone settled back to watch the twins and Max pick right back up to play with their gifts. "Now," Giselle said, reaching over to hand Germaine an envelope with a smirk, "I don't know if you noticed or not, but you haven't received a gift from me yet." Honestly, Chelsea hadn't noticed. She felt so blessed by Giselle's help this past week, she hadn't been expecting anything from her. Germaine handed Chelsea the envelope. She opened it slowly and two plane tickets fell out. She looked up at Germaine, to Giselle, and back to Germaine. "New Orleans?" she asked, dumbfounded, "We're going to New Orleans?" "For New Years' dear, to celebrate your engagement!" Giselle said, smiling, "You leave on the 28th and fly back on the 2nd. And while you're gone, I'll be watching Thing 1 and Thing 2 here." The boys grinned. "Did you know about this surprise?" Chelsea asked them, grinning back. They both nodded. Max chimed in, "They tolded me, but they said I couldn't tell!" Everyone laughed. A little while later, the entire family had Christmas lunch, oohed and aahed over Chelsea's ring, and helped make plans for New Orleans. Chelsea glanced over at Germaine and they knew what kind of plans they'd have once they got there. Chelsea and Germaine had been in New Orleans for a few days and had barely left their hotel room. The few times they'd gone out were to meet up with some of Germaine's old friends. They decided to go out for dinner and drinks on New Year's Eve, but Chelsea, again, had been so tired, that it was just 10pm when she'd finally asked Germaine to take her back to the hotel. "You okay, babe?" he'd asked her as he unzipped her dress. He bent to kiss her neck where it met her shoulder and his fangs dropped immediately. The fertility pheromones were rolling from Chelsea's body in waves, stronger than Germaine had ever experienced. "Yeah," she answered, leaning back into him, "I'm so tired, but so horny at the same time." Germaine felt his dick elongate inside his pants and he pressed forward so that it rested against Chelsea's ass. Her dress slid to the floor and he reached around to feel her breasts in the bustier she'd worn under the dress. It harnessed them, pressing them together and lifting at the same time. He spun Chelsea around so he could look at her before tearing the lacy cup away from her breast. It plopped out and over the underwire, free from its restraint. He lowered his mouth to her nipple and sucked it hard, making Chelsea moan aloud. He reached down to pull the matching thong to the side but when it kept sliding back, he tore that away as well. Chelsea pushed him backward until his knees hit the back of the bed. He fell backward and Chelsea took control, tearing his dress shirt open. She unbuckled his belt and released his straining dick from its confines. She crawled forward and kissed him, her open mouth hot and hungry on his own. She teased his fangs with her tongue, scraping it across their sharp points, barely scratching the surface. They kissed until she slid herself down onto his pulsating dick. She sat up straight and looked at him. He caressed her hips and thighs, helping her to bounce up and down on his dick. He leaned forward to latch onto her nipple again, but this time, he allowed his fangs to slowly penetrate the soft skin on either side of her nipple. He massaged the other breast with his hand and she rode him as he fed, rolling and gyrating. Her hand left his shoulder and found her clit. She gently massaged it at first, but almost immediately sped up. He could feel when she orgasmed, her pussy tightening around his dick rhythmically in time with her panting. When she finally crashed over the edge, she growled, holding his head to her breast as she rode out the waves of pleasure. As soon as Germaine heard her deep sigh of relief, he changed their positions and flipped Chelsea over on her stomach. She left her face pressed into the mattress but hoisted her ass up in the air so that she was on her knees. When Germaine entered her from behind, he could still feel her dripping pussy gripping his dick. He was close and he hoped she was close enough to catch orgasm number two at the same time. He'd made his decision. He hoped she'd be okay with it because it was too late for him to stop now. Germaine pounded into Chelsea's pussy until she felt her whole body hot and shivery at the same time. She could feel him becoming frantic, nearly moving at vampire warp speed and she struggled to keep up. Until it didn't matter anymore because she was falling to pieces around him. And she knew he was right there with her. Within seconds of releasing his seed into Chelsea's throbbing pussy, her scent subtly changed. He'd collapsed on top of her as they came together, not pulling out, relishing in the thought of his offspring growing inside her womb. She didn't know it yet, but Germaine could smell it. As he struggled to catch his breath, her changed scent became stronger and stronger. Chelsea was no longer fertile—she was with child. His child. "Happy New Year baby," he said, spooning Chelsea after he'd somewhat recovered. He placed his hand on her belly protectively. "Happy New Year," Chelsea responded sleepily, snuggling into Germaine's embrace.