Gentry Investigations

Anita Blake Parody by Bungluna

“Before we go any further, Anita, I think we should set some ground rules.” Damian managed to say between kisses. What was the world coming to when I was ready to jump a preternatural studmuffin’s body and he wanted to talk about rules?

“Okay, make it snappy,” said I impatiently. “You know that once the ardeur gets a good hold, we won’t be able to think at all.”

“We should keep our clothes on.” Damian said while nibbling deliciously on my lower lip. “No hands below the waits.” He continued, taking all the fun out of it with his words.

“All right, all right.” I was getting exasperated. I mean, I’m usually the one laying down the law. I didn’t like being on the receiving end. “If you don’t hurry it up, the ardeur will make it simple for us; it will just override our better judgment!”

While Damian had been laying down rules, I had been trying to at least take his shirt off. I just wanted to touch flesh to my flesh, but he drew my hands away from his shirt and pinned them above my head on the pillow. This only made me arch my back and thrust my breasts out. He left my swollen lips and started to nibble a path towards my ear. With the edge on one fang, he scraped gently along the sensitive flesh right below my earlobe.

He was good at this preliminary stuff, but I was ready for some more direct action. With a quick heave I managed to push him up, roll him over and ended up straddling his hips. I started grinding my groin against the impressive bulge contained by those oh-so boring khaki trousers, establishing a sensual rhythm. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to a final release; however, that wouldn’t solve my problem with the ardeur. I needed Damian to lose control in order to feed.

Again, I tried to slip my hands under his shirt to attain flesh to flesh contact.

“No, Anita, no! You promised!” said Damian in a strangled groan. I knew I was getting to him; one good push and I could make him lose his mind. But was that right, when he had been honest with me and asked not to compromise his relationship? Oh, it was so hard to think of what was right when in the grips of the ardeur.

“Okay, here’s the deal,” said I urgently. “I need for you to lose control so I can feed. What if I go down on you and you come? Believe me, your friend won’t count that as sex.” I was feeling very pleased with myself, still able to reason. I was good.

“No, Anita. To me that’s still sex. I would be breaking my word to her.” For a moment there was a very sad expression in his eyes. I sometimes forgot that he had led a very difficult life with his old mistress, she-who-shall-remain-nameless. I couldn’t bear being responsible for that sad look upon his face.

“There has got to be a way,” I said desperately. I kept undulating against him, clutching his white shirt and trying to keep from tearing it from his glorious chest.

“I think I know what to do, but you will have to let me lead,” said Damian determinedly.

“Anything. Just feed me!”

He quickly rolled me off his hips and stood up straight on the side of the bed, as if pulled up by a string. He then grabbed my hands and jerked me up against him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his shoulders, surprised as always by the strength displayed by the vampire. I would never get used to how strong they were. He gave me another of those nuclear kisses that seemed to be his specialty while walking towards the nearest wall, all the time clutching my butt with his strong hands.

He pressed me against the wall and continued to kiss me, all the time establishing a steady thrusting tempo with his hips. I was shamelessly clutching his shoulders, kissing him back and rubbing myself against him. If I didn’t feed soon I would go insane. Damian pushed me harder against the wall, until the pressure was just this side of pain. He brought his right hand up and between us, fondling my breast until he found my nipple and rolled it between thumb and index finger, pinching hard enough to cause me pain. Boy, he had my number. I hadn’t realized that Damian knew how much pain turned me on!

I began to feel the pressure building, building until it was ready to explode out of my skin and fill the entire universe. Any second now I would be able to feed the over-riding hunger engendered by the ardeur. As I felt Damian crossing that shinning threshold I let myself go. I drank in his passion, raking my nails down his back. I assuaged my hunger with his passion and once sated, felt myself go limp pressed between my vampire servant and the wall of my bedroom.

As I came to my senses, the first thought that popped into my head was that his knit shirt had gotten in the way and stopped me from marking him. Good thing we had followed his rules or his girlfriend would have gotten an eye-full come tomorrow night!


	Anita Blake Parody by Bungluna Chapter 3 \| Next Chapter “Before we go any further, Anita, I think we should set some ground rules.” Damian managed to say between kisses. What was the world coming to when I was ready to jump a preternatural studmuffin’s body and he wanted to talk about rules? “Okay, make it snappy,” said I impatiently. “You know that once the ardeur gets a good hold, we won’t be able to think at all.” “We should keep our clothes on.” Damian said while nibbling deliciously on my lower lip. “No hands below the waits.” He continued, taking all the fun out of it with his words. “All right, all right.” I was getting exasperated. I mean, I’m usually the one laying down the law. I didn’t like being on the receiving end. “If you don’t hurry it up, the ardeur will make it simple for us; it will just override our better judgment!” While Damian had been laying down rules, I had been trying to at least take his shirt off. I just wanted to touch flesh to my flesh, but he drew my hands away from his shirt and pinned them above my head on the pillow. This only made me arch my back and thrust my breasts out. He left my swollen lips and started to nibble a path towards my ear. With the edge on one fang, he scraped gently along the sensitive flesh right below my earlobe. He was good at this preliminary stuff, but I was ready for some more direct action. With a quick heave I managed to push him up, roll him over and ended up straddling his hips. I started grinding my groin against the impressive bulge contained by those oh-so boring khaki trousers, establishing a sensual rhythm. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to a final release; however, that wouldn’t solve my problem with the ardeur. I needed Damian to lose control in order to feed. Again, I tried to slip my hands under his shirt to attain flesh to flesh contact. “No, Anita, no! You promised!” said Damian in a strangled groan. I knew I was getting to him; one good push and I could make him lose his mind. But was that right, when he had been honest with me and asked not to compromise his relationship? Oh, it was so hard to think of what was right when in the grips of the ardeur. “Okay, here’s the deal,” said I urgently. “I need for you to lose control so I can feed. What if I go down on you and you come? Believe me, your friend won’t count that as sex.” I was feeling very pleased with myself, still able to reason. I was good. “No, Anita. To me that’s still sex. I would be breaking my word to her.” For a moment there was a very sad expression in his eyes. I sometimes forgot that he had led a very difficult life with his old mistress, she-who-shall-remain-nameless. I couldn’t bear being responsible for that sad look upon his face. “There has got to be a way,” I said desperately. I kept undulating against him, clutching his white shirt and trying to keep from tearing it from his glorious chest. “I think I know what to do, but you will have to let me lead,” said Damian determinedly. “Anything. Just feed me!” He quickly rolled me off his hips and stood up straight on the side of the bed, as if pulled up by a string. He then grabbed my hands and jerked me up against him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his shoulders, surprised as always by the strength displayed by the vampire. I would never get used to how strong they were. He gave me another of those nuclear kisses that seemed to be his specialty while walking towards the nearest wall, all the time clutching my butt with his strong hands. He pressed me against the wall and continued to kiss me, all the time establishing a steady thrusting tempo with his hips. I was shamelessly clutching his shoulders, kissing him back and rubbing myself against him. If I didn’t feed soon I would go insane. Damian pushed me harder against the wall, until the pressure was just this side of pain. He brought his right hand up and between us, fondling my breast until he found my nipple and rolled it between thumb and index finger, pinching hard enough to cause me pain. Boy, he had my number. I hadn’t realized that Damian knew how much pain turned me on! I began to feel the pressure building, building until it was ready to explode out of my skin and fill the entire universe. Any second now I would be able to feed the over-riding hunger engendered by the ardeur. As I felt Damian crossing that shinning threshold I let myself go. I drank in his passion, raking my nails down his back. I assuaged my hunger with his passion and once sated, felt myself go limp pressed between my vampire servant and the wall of my bedroom. As I came to my senses, the first thought that popped into my head was that his knit shirt had gotten in the way and stopped me from marking him. Good thing we had followed his rules or his girlfriend would have gotten an eye-full come tomorrow night!