5 comments/ 6161 views/ 16 favorites Avacon Ch. 01 By: Arabic_Beauty22 Thanks to Rexbrookdale for helping with editing this chapter. * It was the day of the party, and Zemora had finally found the perfect costume to wear. She had decided to be risqué, and found a revealing costume she wouldn't have dared to wear any other time. That evening, while in her hotel suite getting ready, the telephone rang. "Hello?" "Hey, 'Mor, it's Analisa. Demetri and I will be in the lobby waiting for you tonight at 6." "Okay, that sounds great!" "Alrighty then, I'll call in you in a couple of hours to make sure you're ready." "Okay. I'll see ya later." Analisa was Zemora's best friend from childhood. They were practically sisters: both Lebanese, and raised by strict parents. They had made a promise to each other: when they turned 18 they would move in together, and it had come true seven years ago. Now, Zemora found herself in Portugal, on holiday with Analisa and her fiancé, Demetri. They were visiting his family and had decided to go to an annual event, held in Lisbon. It was like Halloween in the sense that everyone dresses up; but it was not celebrated the same way. Zemora couldn't wait to experience it. She emerged from the shower dripping wet, and wrapped herself up in a towel, then bent at the waist, and did the same with her hair. A minute later she released the towel from around her body and began to rub lotion with a touch of shimmer into her skin, followed by a spritz of perfume on her wrists and other pulse points. She put on a silk robe and began to work on her hair, massaging in some product, and blow-drying it. Separating it in sections, she began to curl it into lose waves. Satisfied, she sprayed it with hairspray to hold everything in place. Next she lightly applied cover-up with a hint of bronzer, then some blush, and carefully traced the eyeliner pen along inside of her lids. She opened her eye shadow palette and worked the color on with a tiny soft brush; then mascara to finish, completing the dramatic look with red lipstick and a hint of gloss. She washed her hands and stepped into the closet to grab her outfit: a four-piece genie costume. The halter-top bra and split skirt were decorated with beads; sequins sewn in the shapes of genie lamps embellished the borders. It all fit perfectly in place: the diaphanous fabric of the skirt made her bikini bottoms visible from behind, the front slits revealed her toned legs, and the halter-top bra showed off her breasts and smooth abs admirably. A pair of gold open-toed Jovial sandals adorned with rhinestone accents, showed off her pedicure. Her 5'4" frame now stood at 5'8". She went over to the mirror that hung up on the wall and examined her appearance. Wow, she thought. Her legs seem to go on forever underneath her skirt. "Heads will turn tonight," she spoke aloud. The phone started ringing again. "Hello?" "Hey, we're on our way down to the lobby now." "Okay, I'm on my way now too." Zemora sprayed some more hairspray and grabbed her purse. She stopped at the door and turned to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything, then opened the door and stepped out into the hall to the elevator. A few moments later, she was in the lobby making her way over to Analisa and Demetri. The couple's eyes grew wide, and heads turned from every which way to gaze at Zemora's seductive outfit. "Oh my God, Zemora...look at you!" Analisa spoke up. "You look like a sex goddess." "Well, that is the look I was trying to go for." Zemora said seductively. "You're naughty, and I love that you're naughty." Analisa cheesed out. The couple's outfits were quite handsome, too. Demetri was dressed as a gangster, with a white Lycra shirt, pinstriped vest, and black tie. He had on black slacks with black leather shoes, and a black hat slanted to the side. He looked irresistibly sexy, and the theme suited him perfectly. Analisa was dressed up as a 'wise gal' She wore a pinstriped cutout dress, with a leather belt attached. Red scalloped lace hemmed the skirt; pearls and diamonds accentuated her neckline, along with teardrop earrings flowing down the side of her neck. Knee-high leather boots made her frame come close to Demetri's, who stood at 6'6". They both looked dangerously sexy. "Wow, you two look amazing." Zemora finally said, after admiring the two's look. "Thank you," they both said in unison. "Well, we must go now. The limo is waiting for us outside," said Demetri, pointing towards the door. They walked toward the revolving door, with Zemora following behind, and made their way outside where the limo driver was standing by, opening the door as they approached. They got in and he shut the door behind them. "Anyone want a drink?" Demetri asked. The girls nodded and he poured them what they had requested. "I'm so excited!" Zemora said, gleaming. "I can't wait to get there." The couple just smiled at her. They too were excited. "Several of Demetri's friends are also meeting us there," Analisa chirped out. "Maybe you'll find one of them interesting...." Zemora just smiled at her and shook her head. "Maybe.... Hopefully they won't get the wrong impression because of my outfit." She looked down at herself. Her costume was a flight of fancy, for the fun and spirit of it; she didn't want men to get the wrong idea about her. Tonight was an exception to real life in which she was traditional and not the type to dress so provocatively. However, since she was on holiday in a different country, and no one knew who she was, it might be okay; once in a while she needed to take risks in her life. Still, she could hear her father's voice in her head scolding her for the times when she had dressed somewhat revealingly when she was younger. After all, he had brought her up to be a classy woman, a woman of sound morals and good character.... They sipped and chatted; but the closer they got to the place, the more intense the butterflies felt in Zemora's stomach. On her second gin and tonic, she finally started to feel more relaxed. ******* About an hour later, they arrived. Swarms of people were milling around, just outside the limo as it parked on the street. The music was so loud, that Zemora could feel it vibrating her insides. People were everywhere, dancing; a long line snaked around outside the building from the entrance. The limo driver came around and opened the door for them. Demetri let the girls out first and then quickly followed. He grabbed Analisa's hand and brought her to his left side protectively, and directed Zemora to come around to his right. They walked through the crowd, searching for his friends. He finally spotted them near an outdoor gazebo in the center of the venue. They quickly made their way over there and were greeted by smiling faces. Everyone exchanged hugs and handshakes; then they made their way inside the building. The first thing they noticed was the spacious Deejay's booth at the back, with small bar areas like oases, along the walls. Enormous pillars supporting a high ceiling rose from the dance floor. A set of stairs led to an upstairs dance floor with a balcony overlooking the ground floor. It was an exciting atmosphere. Colored lights flashed across the bodies dancing everywhere. People were dressed up in all sorts of costumes, with some creeping Zemora out; but there were also sexy ones and humorous ones; there were several unique ones. Whatever character a person could imagine, seemed to be represented there. "Oh my God, this place is rocking!" Zemora shouted out, as the men walked off to a bar to get something to drink, leaving the women behind to chat. Everyone nodded. The men returned with the drinks, and began passing them around. The crowd had begun to get wilder: Zemora figured it was perhaps due to all of the alcohol being consumed, and the amazing Deejay spinning the hottest music. "Who wants to go dance?" Analisa yelled out. The men suggested that the ladies go, as they were still waiting for another friend Antonio, to arrive. The ladies got up and made their way through the crowd. They found a spot and began dancing to Bailando by Paradisio. Zemora and Analisa were skilled dancers and made every move seem effortless as they performed a belly dance routine. The crowd started moving back, forming a circle around the girls, watching them get down on the dance floor. Demetri and his friends noticed the crowd gathering around, and they decided to go see what was going on. They made their way through and stood back to watch. Zemora and Analisa were burning the house down...so to speak. They were in tune with one another, mimicking each other's moves, and moving their hips seductively. Their arms came twirling out from their sides and they began to move down toward the floor. They got on their knees and bent backward while their arms continued to twirl and twine in the air. They were putting on quite a performance. Men were gawking from every corner of the dance floor. People whistled and cheered them on. They rose back upright and slowly stood up, and started shaking their hips while they spun around at a steady speed. Demetri couldn't believe how sexy the pair looked, dancing, and he envisioned himself fucking Analisa later on that night. The song came to an end and all the people clapped and whistled. The girls made their way back to the table, and received numerous compliments. One of the bartenders came over and told them that their next drinks would be on the house. They thanked him, and ordered. He came back shortly with a round of shots, and they all made a toast and tipped them back. A man approached the table and Demetri's eyes lit up. Antonio, his longtime friend, had arrived. He quickly got up and rushed over to give him a big hug; they talked rapidly in Portuguese, smiling and laughing. The two turned toward the table so that Antonio could join the group. Analisa quickly got up and made her way to Antonio and gave him a big kiss and hug. Zemora noticed him and froze in her seat, losing her breath for an instant. He was tall and dark, his hair black as charcoal and curled down along behind his ears. Below his thick eyebrows were beautiful blue eyes, reminding her of the Caribbean waters. He seemed to be going with the gangster theme also, wearing a white suit with black pinstripes, a black undershirt accentuated by a white silk tie, a black fedora hat, and black leather shoes. Designer stubble peppered his jaw, giving him a dark, dangerous look. Oh God, this man is so sexy, Zemora thought. She was turned on immediately at the sight of this strange man. "Mora, what's wrong?" Analisa asked, noticing that her friend was facing away from the others, now. Zemora didn't want to admit to her friend that this stranger was causing her to act this way, so she said that she was fine, and asked if she knew the way to the restroom. One of the girls overheard, and pointed toward the other side of the club, explaining that it was down the hallway. She hurriedly grabbed her purse and walked off in search of it. Once clear from view, she leaned against the wall and exhaled loudly. Meanwhile, everyone at the table had continued their conversations, with António now among them. She walked to the sink to wash her hands. "Get it together, Zemora," she said to her image in the mirror. She took a couple of deep breaths, and walked out. ********** Approaching the table with an unconscious sexy sway of her hips as she walked, everyone turned to look at her. António couldn't stop staring at Zemora, who seated herself across from him. She was absolutely breath-taking. He had never before laid eyes on a beauty such as her, and he was mesmerized. After settling herself in the chair she looked up and met his intent look. His eyes were dark with passion as he watched her. Zemora could feel those fluttering butterflies swirl all around again. She began to fidget, and couldn't sit still. He watched her, smiling inwardly...he knew the effect he was having on her, and couldn't wait to heighten it. They continued to order more drinks, and socialize, laughing and having a good time. Zemora felt herself become more relaxed around António. It was probably because of the buzz she was feeling more strongly now. She could return his gazes with her own ... as she grew more confident. Finally, he made his way a little closer to her and asked, "What's your name, beautiful?" She almost melted right there. His voice was husky and modulated with a deep accent. Its sound triggered a profound response when he simply asked her name. He smiled, waiting for her to answer his question. Gathering her senses finally, she replied. "My name is, Zemora." "What a beautiful name, Zemora," he repeated. The way he was speaking to her with hunger-filled eyes, was driving her mad. Analisa turned toward the two and could sense the attraction between them. She nudged Zemora and gave her that look that most women give to each other when a sexy man is in their presence. Zemora simply smiled back. When the men decided to go outside and have a cigarette, the ladies stayed back and continued to mingle and chat with one another. Analisa turned to Zemora to talk about the chemistry she noticed between António and her. Zemora blushed. She hadn't thought it was that obvious, and tried to dismiss it, but Analisa wasn't going for it. "Don't deny it Mora; it's all over your face." Analisa whispered, so none of the others could hear. "I don't want to talk about it right now, so can we please drop it?" Zemora whispered back. "Fine, I'll drop it for now...but we're talking about it later," she smirked. After a while the men re-joined the ladies; they ordered another round of drinks. The ladies decided to go back onto the dance floor. The crowd separated to allow the ladies through, and they found a spot as the song changed. They coupled up, and began to dance. Once again, Zemora and her friend were putting on quite a show, purposely being provocative. The men at the table watched from afar, admiring their performance. António couldn't break his intense gaze from Zemora. It was so strong that she could feel it, and she turned her head toward him now. Meeting his gaze, she continued to dance, staring right at him from across the room. His eyes were full of lust now. He would watch her body move smoothly and seductively; every now and then catching glimpses of her magnificent thighs when her dress slits opened up more. Zemora was driving him out of his mind. He wanted to race toward her and ravish her right then and there, but he kept control. She could feel the sexual tension between them, and was becoming more and more excited. The men decided to go and dance; they got up and progressed through the crowd toward the women. Zemora's heart started beating faster when she saw António approaching her. She stopped dancing, as he got closer, and stood there frozen, watching. Finally they stood, face to face. He put his hand out and simply said, "Dance?" with a devilish grin. The song changed to, Tonight (Best You've Ever Had) by John Legend. She placed her hand into his, and he suddenly pulled her in close, turning her to face away from him and then pressing her body up against his, effortlessly. She was so turned on she thought she might explode. Catching sight of Analisa momentarily, she was given a wink and a smile. She turned her focus back on António. The way she was grinding against his body sent António into a spell. He envisioned himself deep inside of her and began to trace his hands down along her hips and then, moving them across her stomach; matching her movements with his own. She leaned her head against his chest while she swayed. He kept his hold on her and began to whisper in her ear. "You're a sexy tease, Zemora," he said in a guttural tone. "Is that so?" "Don't play games. You won't be prepared for the repercussions," he growled back. She instantly felt her fluids gush into her panties. He was torturing her, and she knew he wasn't going to stop. He turned her to face him now. One hand slid it up her thigh, finally making its way to her panties. His grin grew wide. She was soaking wet, and he knew it was because of him. He heard her moan against his chest, and he inserted his finger into her love tunnel, then pulled it out. Staring at her, he slowly sucked his finger dry. "Mmm," he moaned out. She thought she was going to faint right then and there and stumbled back, almost falling. Quickly he gripped her body and stabilized her. "See...I told you," he said with an evil grin. He winked, and turned to walk away. She stood there watching him disappear into the crowd. She wanted so badly to run after him, but she stood there unmoving. Analisa came up to stand alongside Zemora. "Wow that was quite a show!" she said with amazement. "He is an excellent dancer, which means...he must be a fantastic lover in the bedroom!" She squealed out. Zemora began envisioning them together after her friend made that last remark. She could feel her pussy burning as the images flashed in her mind. "So... are you going to invite him back to your suite?" "What do I look like...a slut?" Zemora shot back. "No. Just don't miss out on exploring the feelings you have because of fear of what others will think." "I think it's too late for that. He left." Zemora said with a hint of sadness. "No he didn't. He's outside with the guys, smoking. I watched them go out together." Zemora suddenly felt a little hopeful; perhaps they'd at least be able to exchange numbers before leaving the club. The two friends made their way through the crowd to the restrooms to freshen up; several minutes later heading back to the table. The men remained outside a while longer, smoking. ********* It was midnight when Zemora looked at her phone. "Wow, I thought it was later than that!" she exclaimed. "I'm starting to get hungry." Knowing If she didn't eat soon, she was going to become greatly irritated; and the restaurant there had already closed. They decided to go outside to find the guys so they could leave to get something to eat. Once outside, now, they couldn't find the men. Noticing an alley a few feet past the club, both ladies walked towards the alley,peeking down it. Sure enough, the men were there, but what Zemora saw before her, would change her forever.... To be continued... Avacon Ch. 02 Thanks rexbrookdale for helping with editing this story! To all my readers ... I'm greatly sorry for the long wait. Chapter 2 As the girls approached the men, they were able to see what they were doing: Demetri had pinned a man to the ground ... and they heard sucking noises, while António held another man against the wall. Blood covered the man's face. Zemora stood frozen, in fear. She stared, unable to blink, unbelieving. The men continued their attack on the unmoving men, unaware of the women's presence only a few feet away. She turned to Analisa, and then received another shock at Analisa's appearing unsurprised, as though she had witnessed Demetri's and António's actions of this sort, before. Unable to keep quiet, and needing to find answers, Zamora finally spoke, "What the fuck ... have you done?" The men looked up at her words, startled to find the two so near; Analisa jumped. Seeing Zemora's expression, the men backed away from the two now-dead bodies. Zemora began shaking...Upon reacting to her outburst, the two had looked up at her, still in 'predator' mode. Evil predators! The words screamed in Zamora's head at the sight of their expressions; and she suddenly passed out. She awoke, with her head lying in Analisa's lap. "What is going on?" she asked in a whisper, blinking frantically at her memories as they flooded back. The three stared at her with concerned expressions, but said nothing. "Someone ... better explain to me ... what I saw," she said, louder. "'Mora, we'll explain, but not here." They would tell her everything when they got back to the hotel. They helped her to her feet, and started walking out of the alley. She turned around to see where the bodies were, but they weren't there anymore. They quickly got into António's car and drove off. ******* Upon arriving at the hotel, António parked in the nearby garage after letting his passengers disembark at the curb. They hurried up to their rooms. Once inside, Zemora raced to the other side, not wanting to be anywhere near them. Her basic survival instinct still held sway over her; she wanted space, in case she had to make a quick escape. "We're not going to hurt you, Zemora." Demetri was the first to speak. "You don't have to be scared." Zamora dismissed the concern she heard in his voice. "Oh yeah ... is that what you told those two helpless men back there? Before you killed them?" she shouted. "Zemora, calm down and stop screaming. You don't understand, but we'll explain it to you," he now spoke in a commanding tone. "We didn't kill those men because we wanted to, we killed them because they came to kill us," he said in a serious tone. "Why were you sucking their necks?" "We couldn't stab or shoot them. We had to do it that way; that's the only way we could kill them," António tried to explain. "You see, those two guys were vampires." "Vamp ... vampires?" she stuttered out, horrified. She had read about vampires, and believed that they existed, but she never seen anything like what she had witnessed earlier. "You must keep an open mind, Zemora. Just because you've never seen these things, doesn't mean it's not happening around you." António, speaking with a voice laced with calm, moved slowly to sit down on a chair. "How the fuck did you know that is what I was thinking?" "Well. We can read minds." He finally said. Zamora stared at him. The three waited as she searched for words. Finally, she spoke, addressing António. "So what the fuck are you guys?" "We come from a rare breed of vampires. We're known as Avacons. We're immortal ... with superior powers and abilities." Demetri then took up the explanation for António. "We are well-known to the Vampire world; never having been defeated by any other. At times, we run into other Vampires who dislike us, and want to kill us. Those are the ones who want to take over and become the most powerful ones." Analisa beckoned to Zamora to come sit down. "So." Zamora slowly stepped to the edge of the bed and sat down. "How long have you known about this, Analisa?" she sternly asked. "After about a month of Demetri and me dating," said Analisa. "I didn't tell you because I didn't know how you would react. So, I kept it a secret, and decided I would tell you when I thought the timing was right." "When was that going to take place? It's been five years, hasn't it? And now, this is how I find out?" Zemora had thought of Analisa as her sister. They had told each other everything, no matter how ugly or hurtful. She struggled with her thoughts. "I'm so upset, Analisa." She looked at her. "But ... but I forgive you. I might have done the same thing if I were in your shoes." This was a revelation. The two men and Analisa eyed Zemora, unsure that they could trust her seemingly sudden change of heart. Zemora stood up. She felt calmer now; but needed time to think, and to take in everything she learned. "I need some air. I'm leaving," she announced. She closed the door quietly behind her as she departed, leaving them alone. She took the elevator to the lobby, and walked outside into the warm night air. What she hated most, she mused, was that she now would have the monstrous vision of Demetri and António and the two men in the alley, forever in her mind. ********* Analisa and Demetri returned to their suite. António had declined their invitation to join them, urged by a desire to check on Zemora. The three paused outside the door to Zemora's room, bid each other goodnight, and parted ways. António took the stairs down to the lobby, and walked outside. There, he found Zemora, sitting alone by the fountain with her head down. She looked like she had been crying. Slowly, he walked up to her, purposely making a bit of noise as he approached so as not to frighten her. She lifted her head, and stared with hollow eyes. He felt great regret for the way she was feeling. He should have taken more precautions against her witnessing their actions in the alley. "I'm ... I'm sorry Zemora. If I could have done things differently, I would have," he said, gently. He wiped the tears from her cheek. "Well guess what? It's too late. I will have that vision in my mind forever," she snapped back, and then sniffled. "No you won't. I'm able to erase it from your memory." "You can do that?" "Yes ... I can do that. It's one of my abilities as a vampire," he said, half-smiling. "Well, can you please do that for me?" "Yes. I will do that for you now." He turned her to face him, and with both hands on her shoulders, he gazed deeply into her eyes. Her shoulders sagged as, like a lovely flower without water, she suddenly wilted; vulnerable in her spellbound state. Working quickly, he erased all traces of what he and Demetri had done. He also persuaded her mind to accept what she had learned about Demetri and him, and wove in thoughts of being unfrightened, should she see such things take place again. Slowly he released her mind, observing her closely as she came out of the spell. She blinked rapidly, and stared at him blankly. It was like nothing even happened. "I'm hungry," she said, casually. António smiled at her, and then chuckled. "Well, let's go get you something to eat." "Can I go change first?" she asked. He agreed, and they returned to her suite just long enough for her to change, and then strolled out of the hotel down the sidewalk until they found a small café. The lovely evening had been inviting for many, who had strolled down the pretty street to find a bite to eat as had Zamora and António. Thus, the picturesque café with its romantic tables and booths was a bit crowded. They were led to one of the booths along the back wall. Soft music played, and candles flickered. In contrast to the romantic environment, António remained watchful, insisting upon facing the door once they were seated. "I want breakfast food," Zemora chirped up. "Sounds good ... I'll have the same." They each ordered scrambled eggs, sausage, hash browns, and toast, with a large orange juice. "So what's it like ... being ... you?" she spoke in a whisper. Now that her shock and nightmares of the events in the alley no longer existed, she couldn't resist finding out more. He laughed out loud, wanting to humor her. It was kind of cute that she sought to avoid calling him a vampire. "It's okay. Granted, we have superior powers and abilities, but after a while, you get used to it." "Like what? What can you do?" "Well, we can read minds, erase memories, travel anywhere in a blink of an eye. We have amazing sex," he added with a twinkle in his eye. "We turn people if we choose and ... we can sense danger. Those are some of the things we're capable of doing." Zemora, as he'd rather hoped, had fixated on the 'amazing sex' part, and thus hadn't paid attention to what he had said after that. "Let me guess. You're curious about the sex part, right?" This caught Zemora off-guard, and she blushed immensely. "It's okay. Most humans are curious. So don't be embarrassed." She smiled, and looked away. The waitress reappeared with their food, setting the steaming dishes in front of them. For a while there was silence between them; everything was delicious, and they ate with relish. After a while, António pushed his plate aside and Zamora followed suit a minute later, looking at him as she wiped her lips delicately with a white cloth napkin. Her thoughts, while they had eaten, had continuously returned to his mention of 'amazing sex', and she decided to question him further. "I want to know about the amazing sex you guys have." António gazed at her for a long moment. "I can show you, better than I could ever tell you, Zemora," he said huskily. "Show me then." At his words she had felt her juices flow and her pussy to swell. Could he tell? She wondered. He motioned the waitress to bring the bill. When she approached, he pulled out a 20-dollar-bill from his wallet and placed it on the table. "Keep the change." "Let's go," he said masterfully to Zemora. He helped her out of her seat, and followed her to the door. They walked out into the night air, and made their way albeit a little less leisurely, back to the hotel lobby. They stood together, waiting for the elevator. The elevator doors opened, closed, and then it began to ascend. Once inside, he had quickly pulled her body into his body, and at long last kissed her passionately as he had wanted to do, for hours. She moaned uncontrollably into his mouth, electrifying him further. The elevator stopped and the doors swung open. They walked to her room. Once inside, he shut the door behind them. Turned her to face him, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer. He watched her expression, slowly moving his face to hers and resuming their kisses. She rubbed her hands in his hair, and began to grind against him. They stayed like that for several moments before he broke the kiss, picking her up, and carrying her through to the bedroom. As they neared the bed, he set her back on her feet and began to undress her. She lifted her arms so he could slide her dress down and off of her body. She wasn't wearing a bra, and he stared, finally able to view her bountiful breasts that he'd been fantasizing about seeing unfettered, all evening. Her nipples were dark and beckoned to him to lick them thoroughly. He complied, licking and sucking and moaning his approval. She too, moaned while grabbing his hair and pulling him closer. He trailed kisses up along her chest, across her collarbone to her neck and chin to her jaw, finally arriving at her waiting mouth. Moving her until her calves met with the side of the bed, he helped her to lie down on her back. Straightening, he stood at the bed's edge and gazed down at her beautiful body, memorizing every inch, wanting to have it burned into his mind. He grabbed at her panties and began to slide them down her legs and off. He held the crotch up to his nose, closing his eyes and sniffing deeply. Her aroma had a sweet smell, and it made his rock-hard cock even harder. Her pussy was magnificent. The hair was trimmed short, the lips thick and swollen in slick, soft, puffy ridges. He could see her little nub protruding as if summoning him to lick it. Slowly, he pushed her legs apart, all the while gazing into her eyes. She found herself unable to keep from moving her body frantically ... anticipating what he was going to do next. With a devilish grin, he slowly moved in between her legs. She could feel his hot breath at her opening. With his tongue he probed and then licked, from the bottom of her slick folds all the way to the top of her pussy. She moaned louder than ever as her body jerked in delirious response. He began to quicken his strokes, leaning in and pushing against her body so it sank deeper into the soft mattress. She tossed her head from side to side, her eyes closed tightly, as he licked and circled over and over, all around her clit. Closer and closer to orgasm he steadily drove her, her breathing now erratic, her moans intensifying. He kept it up, not stopping for one second, moving along with her body in slow rocking motions, moaning into her pussy. "Cum for me. Cover my face with your sweet cum." That was it. With one final thrust against his face, she started coming hard. Her stomach muscles tightened up, and her pussy muscles contracted in quick succession. Her moans now came through clenched teeth. He had brought her to orgasm so quickly! Finally, he slowed and then stilled his lips and tongue, and lifted his head to gaze at her. She lay panting, flushed, and content. Rising up from where he'd knelt by the bed, he stepped to the bathroom, moments later emerging with a warm washcloth. He walked back over to sit beside her and began to softly wipe her pussy. Such a sweet act, she thought, as she lay there, basking. He winked at her, and went to put the washcloth in the bathroom hamper. He came back and sat back down again, next to her. "Mmm, that was wonderful António," she finally spoke. "Oh, that's just the beginning." She felt herself get excited again, and watched avidly as he got up and began to undress. He unbuttoned his shirt, letting his god-like chest become visible. He had hair that lightly circled his areolas and came across his chest, trailing down to his manhood hidden in his boxers. His shirt now off, he tossed it to the floor, and she could now see his well-defined, six-pack abs, with v-lines leading down, down.... He slowly unzipped his pants, letting them slide down his legs, and then stepped out of them and closer to the bed. His legs were muscled and toned, with hair that lightly covered them. Zemora sat up on her knees to face him as he approached and stood within her reach. She began to explore his body with her eyes and hands, softly tracing along his chest with one finger, feeling a little awestruck. He had been dangerously sexy when fully clothed, and now his body amplified this many times over. Using both hands she continued exploring, moving lower down. His breathing began to change as her hands moved sensuously across his skin. Lower, and lower.... She finally reached his boxers, feeling the bulging length of the treasure within. His breath caught at her first touch as she played her fingers across and then, ever-so-slowly, massaged his erection through the material. Reflexively, he began to move back and forth, pushing against her hand for more contact. She stopped just long enough to pull his boxers down. Out sprang the loveliest cock she had ever seen. It had a perfect, circumcised, mushroom head, with veins that ran along the underside from the head to the base. She stroked it with feather-soft touches, crooning a little in delight as she made circles around the head. It looked to be nine inches long, and perhaps a good two inches wide or more. A thought came to mind, and she suddenly hesitated ... not knowing if she could take it all. "Don't worry baby, you'll get used to it," his deep voice, a little breathy from her ministrations, reassured her. He liked what she was doing, she realized. He was so enticing, her mouth watered, and she finally felt some courage burst through. She leaned in to lick his head. As soon as her tongue made contact she felt him flinch and moan deeply. Encouraged, she decided to envelop the whole of his head inside her mouth. With her hand at the base, she opened her lush lips and began to suck him inside, licking and coating him with the warm slickness of her copious saliva. He pushed deeper, inch-by-inch, moaning louder now. The feel of her mouth on his cock was almost too wonderful, and soon he had to stop her before it was too late. Gently, he motioned her to move away, and then, not-so-gently, pushed her onto her back again. He was above her now. They started to kiss urgently, their tongues dancing in harmony. Without breaking their kiss, he eased her legs apart with his. Leaning on one arm, he reached down with the other and stroked her pussy. He pushed a finger inside and began to pump in and out. She was humping his finger and pushing deeper against it, so that he thrust into her up to his knuckles. He slowly slid his now-slick digit out and circled her clit, spreading her juices all over her little nub. Desperately, she wanted to feel him inside of her. He suddenly stopped playing with her clit and grabbed his cock. He placed it at her entrance hole, and rubbed it all around. She pushed up, trying to get his hard cock inside of her. Finally, he stopped his teasing and slowly entered her. They moaned in unison. He stroked slowly, in and then out, so she could get used to him. Her pussy was dripping all over his cock, and it was driving him wild. He picked up speed. They developed a rhythm, continuing to kiss with passion and urgency. After several minutes of constant, throbbing motion, he rolled her on top of him. She started to ride him, nice and slow, as his hands moved from her hips to her breasts, kneading and tweaking her nipples. They groaned and stared into each other's passion-filled eyes while they made love. With her straddled, balanced on his cock, he suddenly grabbed the headboard to pull himself up against it. Then he pulled her face to his and they began a long, lunging kiss. He grasped her hips and kept pushing her down harder onto his cock. With each pounding, their moans got louder. He broke the kiss, and reached his left hand down between them to play with her clit. Her moans became screams. He was working her body so precisely, and so well. "That's it baby. Work that good pussy," António panted. "Oh God, António, don't stop...I'm getting closer!" "That's right," he growled encouragingly. Zemora's moans echoed throughout the suite and she didn't care one bit. António was fucking her so well, and she felt like she was going to pass out from sheer pleasure. He suddenly grabbed both of her hips and started slamming into her; the tingling feeling in his balls signaled he was right on the edge; but he wanted to cum with Zemora. She felt her orgasm was ready to explode and ripple up through her entire body, and she screamed as her pussy convulsed, gripping him tightly. This took him past the point of no return, and he began to moan along with her. Suddenly he peaked and roared in ecstasy, and he heard her scream again. They continued fucking, trying to prolong the incredible sensations, but finally slowed down, breathing hard. António pulled Zemora down against his chest, and caressed her back. She lay there with her eyes closed, her breath slowing. She felt like purring, as she luxuriated in his affection. Avacon Ch. 02 They drifted off to sleep, holding on to one another. To be continued.... Avacon Ch. 03 Dear readers, I apologize for such a long wait. Life tends to get in the way of our enjoyments sometimes. With school and work, I haven't had time to do the one thing that I really love...and that is to write! Don't worry, though. I've kept all these ideas in my head and I'm now at a point in my life where I can finally put those ideas onto paper again. Thank you for your patience. I'm sure there have been great authors here on Lit who've kept you all entertained with their great stories. I hope I'll be able to do the same. Feedback, whether good or bad, is greatly appreciated! Thanks again! *Oh, and one more thing...I would advise any reader who has not read Avacon chapters 1 and 2 to do so before reading the following chapters. I'll also be writing from both Zemora and Antonio's side from now on. Enjoy! ***** Zemora began to stir and suddenly shot up from her sleep-bound state. "Fuck..." She said panting, swallowing back a moan. She was breathing heavily and could feel the sweat dripping down her forehead and from her chest. She looked down and realized she was naked, and saw a big wet spot between her legs. She slowly slid her hand down there and touched herself, letting out a little moan. "I came...?" She asked aloud, and shocked. Even more surprising was how sensitive she was down there, too. Which would explain the moan... It was all too real for Zemora. She'd never experienced such a vivid, intense sexual fantasy before. One that she could remember every detail to. She was still in awe that it was only a dream. Oh what she would give to make those visions come true with him... by him she meant Antonio. The way he looked at her as he undressed her body. The way he kissed her passionately and thoroughly before he made love to her pussy with his mouth and cock. "Mmm," she said aloud as she was picturing all of these things. He was devastatingly handsome, in a dangerous way. His face and body was perfect. He was tall and dark, with a voice that was husky and laced with a deep accent that would make any girl wet. And for some reason, remembering that he was a Vampire caused her to become even more aroused. Maybe it was all that power and dangerousness that emanated from him. She laid back down on her back, replaying the dream over and over again. Hearing his voice in her mind telling her to come for him. That made her even more wet and turned on. She lazily started touching her neck and chest, envisioning his hands doing this to her body. Biting her bottom lip and then closing her eyes, she slowly started playing with her breasts. She imagined Antonio giving such affection to them, all the while looking at her with those deep blue, intense eyes. She slowly spread her legs and trailed her right hand down to her swollen center. She took her left hand, licked her fingers and started rubbing them on her breasts again. She imagined it was Antonio's saliva making her ample mounds so saturated. She licked her pointer and middle finger on her right hand, placed it on her little nub and slowly drew circles. This caused Zemora to raise off the bed a little. She took her left hand and brought it down to her very wet pussy to spread her swollen lips a bit wider, intensifying the sensations her other hand was causing. She then stuck two fingers inside of her, pushing them in and out in a slow motion, as she humped down. She brought her fingers back out and began working on her clit again. Her breathing became more rapid and that warm, intense sensation slowly started building in her pussy as she quickened her hand movements. She spread her legs wider, arching her back as she continued her moans, picturing his powerful physique right there with her. Chanting out Antonio's name as she got closer and closer to her orgasm and envisioning it was him doing all of this to her, she exploded. Her pussy muscles convulsed rapidly as she continued to prolong the intensity of her orgasm with her fingers. She felt her juices drip out of her, and then finally laid there limp. With her breathing normalized now, she looked over at the clock on the nightstand and saw that it was 10:30 in the morning and thought how it was only 5:30 in the morning in America. It was hard for her to adjust to the different time zones. Her mind and body was still functioning under the Eastern Time region even after being here for a week already After a few moments of lying there with her thoughts, she got up and walked into the bathroom to take a nice hot shower. Satisfied with the temperature of the water, she got in. She stood there as she let the hot water cascade down her face and body. It felt so good, and she wished she could enjoy this moment with Antonio. "God, he is too much on my mind" she said out loud. She never thought about a man like this and it was driving her insane. Once more she was driven to sexual desire from the thoughts of last night, the dream this morning, and she began touching herself yet again. She slowly trailed her hand down her body and began playing with her pussy. Realizing that it would take too long this time to get off with her fingers, she brought the shower head down to help quicken her orgasm, placing the head directly on her nub as she fingered herself. It didn't take long at all for Zemora to achieve orgasm, and she dropped to the floor of the shower when it subsided. Her legs were shaking and she couldn't stand any longer. After a few minutes of sitting, she stood up to continue on with her shower. Finished, she got out and went about doing her other morning routines. Imagining that Antonio was there watching her every movement. Zemora began to get frustrated. No matter what she did or thought of, her mind continued to wander to Antonio. It didn't matter how many times she played with herself, she was constantly aroused by the thoughts of him. Not knowing what to do, she decided she was going to call her friend, Analisa, to find some answers. Finally dressed with a cup of coffee in her hand, she went over to the telephone and dialed the suite number to her friend. Antonio quickly got out of the shower and began getting dressed. He kept thinking back to last night and everything that had happened. He was really upset with himself, and Demetri for that matter that they both didn't take extra safeguards to avoid anyone from witnessing what they had done. Especially when it came to Zemora. He will never forget the horrified look on her face when she saw them, or how she had collapsed after witnessing the sight. But both he and Demetri had no choice but to kill those other two vampires. They sensed danger was impending. That's why they kept going outside to smoke. Rather than risking even greater exposure by the attackers coming inside the club, they decided they would bare themselves to whomever was coming by going outdoor periodically, luring in those who wished to do them harm. It worked. The two vampires had approached both Antonio and Demetri nonchalantly. They'd made it seem like they were just in the area scouting to feed and wanted "advice" on how not to be detected by humans in this particular area. Being young, the vampires didn't realize that the older vampires knew what their intentions were. Avacons were able to get inside the minds of other vampires when they were close, but not vice versa. Avacons have profound senses. Although they are not able to foretell the future, they are able to sense when a threat is approaching long before other vampires can sense it. Avacons are the rarest, most powerful class of Vampires there is that walk the earth. Not only are their senses much more powerful, their abilities and controls are unlike any other that can be explained in human terms. After finding out which clan these two belonged too - The Denai Clan - it furthered Antonio's and Demetri's suspicions about that silent war brewing against the Avacons, especially since there had never been issues with The Denai in all the centuries. They were sent there by orders of their Elders. They knew they were going to be killed, and so they told Antonio and Demetri of how other clans were planning to eliminate them. He knew him and Demetri needed to go meet with all the other Avacons soon to inform them of what happened and what they were told, and to also come up with a plan as to how they were going to fight this war. They would both set out to do this in three days when the quarterly gathering of Avacons took place. They would bring these issues to the Higher Powers. His mind went back to Zemora in the meantime. She was so beautiful, he thought as flashes of her appeared in his mind. Her voice was sweet as honey when she spoke, remembering the conversations they shared last night. Particularly when they both sat on the fountain when she made her request for him to erase those graphic images from her mind after finding out this was one of his abilities. Her eyes were sweet as she looked upon him, almost endearing that he would do such a thing for her. And when she came out from the spell, she looked to him with even more sweetness and awe before she made the claim of her being hungry. He knew it would be a matter of minutes before she would fall into a deep sleep. That was one of the symptoms of having one's memory erased. It was a draining experience for the person and in order for it to really work, the person had to fall into a deep sleep for it to take effect. He was relieved when she asked if she could go back inside her suite to change her clothes before she believed the two would go get something to eat. It made this process much easier for him. At least he wouldn't have to worry about others seeing this happen for it would not look good to onlookers. He recalled how her hips swayed seductively as they both made their way through the lobby and into the elevator. Her ass was perfectly rounded with a small waist. Being in such close proximity to her, he could smell her sweet aroma, both natural and invented. He just wanted to rip off her clothes and fuck her from behind while she held on to the handles on the inside of the elevator, watching her ass bounce as he drove in over and over inside of her, making her come over and over again continually. That was one of the joys of having sex with an Avacon. They could cause their partner to have endless orgasms until the Avacon stopped it. Oh how he wanted Zemora to experience this. He would make sure she experienced this, he thought. Back in the suite, he trailed behind knowing at any moment Zemora would soon fall asleep. He didn't want her to hurt herself when this happened, so he kept close to her. Not sensing his nearness, Zemora continued on into the bedroom and disrobed while her back was facing him. God, her body was immaculate, he thought. Seeing her naked in front of him was causing his cock to become hard. So many images of the two fucking were flashing in his mind. What he would have given to just take her then... Just as she discarded her last bit of clothing, he watched her sway. A sign that she was losing consciousness. He waited a few more seconds before he quickly grabbed her before she hit the floor. She was in a deep sleep now, and he took her over to the bed and laid her down. After tucking her in, he stroked her hair as he worked her dreams to be imaginings of him. If he couldn't have her in the physical form, he'd at least take her in the unconscious world...for now that is. To be continued...