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Once Upon a Haystack
by Bre



The sun was barely up when he crawled into his sanctuary. This century was one of noise, one of inconsideration for one's fellow creatures. How many times? Nick mused did he just get to sleep after a long hard shift and someone from the station who couldn't find some 'very important' piece of paper called and woke him from half sleep.

Thankfully, there were also such things as answering machines. As the thoughts crossed his drowsing mind, he heard the telephone ringing. Too near sleep, he left it for the machine.

"Nick, this is Natalie. Did I catch you before you retired? Oh darn the machine." Natalie's voice in the distance crept into this beginning dreams. She was and was not Jeanette.

Smoke filled the room from a chimney that was not quite clean. Lucien, Natalie/Jeanette, and Nick walked into the smokey inn just hours before dawn. Lucien nodded for Jeanette to talk to the sleepy innkeeper. As she wondered over to request lodging for the night, Lucien whispered to Nick.

"Another, dawn comes closer Nicholas."

"Yes, La Croix." Nick looked at Lucien, questioning.

"Near three hundred years from your crossing -- still you search for something humans believe exist. Why, my son, do you not find your happiness here with us?"

"I don't know that I search for happiness. I think my happiness died years ago. Long before my death, certainly before my rebirth."

Jeanette interrupted the conversation, "Lucien, Nicholai the inn keeper was very cooperative." Handing keys to Lucien she continued. "Our rest will not be disturbed. We have the key to the cellar." Jeanette licked her lips clean of the innkeeper's blood.

"Jeanette, we were not here to feed."

Jeanette pouted sexily. "I only took a little. He won't miss it and he thinks I will join him tonight in his room."

The trio went down the stairs into the earthy scents of the cellar. Lucien locked the door behind them. On the far side of the room there was a large stack of loose hay used to pack around the vegetables in their bins.  Jeanette threw her cloak across the hay and with a sigh relaxed into the haystack.

She opened her arms beckoning Lucien and Nicholas to join her. Lucien carefully removed his gloves and cloak, spread the cloak out beside her and undressed. Nicholas watched with growing desire as Lucien revealed more and more.

Jeanette unlaced the bodice of her gown and drew it off over her head. Soon only Nick remained clothed. Jeanette tugged at this ruffled shirt, pulling the loops off over the wooden beads that closed it. Lucien crawled onto the hay between them. He lay back pale and glistening to their night vision.

His manhood began to climb in rigidity as he watched the mock struggle between his two favorites. His lovers. Jeanette kissed Nicholas passionately as she finally removed his shirt. Trailing kisses down his chest, biting his nipples to bring blood to the surface and then lick it off. With Nick's blood upon her tongue, she turned to kiss Lucien. He sucked Nick's blood from her mouth eagerly. Softly moaning, she broke the kiss and went back to Nick.

Lucien reached over and caressed the muscled back of Nick as he moved into a position to better watch the love play. Nick arched his head back in a wave of passion and desire. His own turgid member making it difficult to remove his trousers.

La Croix pulled Nick back onto the hay and kissed him as Jeanette went lower. Taking him into her mouth, washing his sex with her tongue. She reached over and pulled La Croix closer and switched taking him in her mouth an Nicholas in her other hand.

Jeanette stopped to watch the beauty of the two men kissing, touching; her own actions firing their desire for one another. She quietly moved away and as they turned to each other for release, she shuddered. Sometimes being the third in a trio meant one had to take their own needs in hand and wait for the realization that someone was not taking part in the play. She leaned back and slowly began to bring her own passion to the level of her men.

La Croix pulled Nicholas up and onto his lap. Penetrating the nether regions of his lover/son. They moved together becoming one closer and closer to a joining physically and mentally. The sounds of flesh slapping flesh drove the three into a frenzy. Jeanette climaxed just as Lucien shuddered his release into Nicholas.

Nick was so close to orgasm he ached. He rolled over to this side and seeing that Jeanette was occupied, he started to stroke his own pole hard and fast. La Croix pushed his hand away and took Nicholas in his own hand. "No my Nicholas, allow me."

Jeanette came over to Nick and began as she had earlier. She kissed him passionately. As he shuddered his own release, she laughed softly.

" Well, my lovers, next time is my time. The two of you must pay more attention to my needs as well." Jeanette pouted prettily and the three snuggled in the hay pulling the cloaks about them.

Nick awoke to the sounds of Natalie pounding on his bedroom door. He should have never given her the key... what if she one day walked in on him and Lucien. She handled his being a vampire. How would she handle his passion for more than one lover?

bre

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