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Things between Lestat and Louis have improved considerably. They've resumed physical intimacy, and Louis even initiates it half of the time. He'll fuck Lestat in their bed or one of their coffins, he'll fill Lestat up with his cock and his come and Lestat feels complete again.
However, Lestat and Claudia can't stop fucking either.
Lestat keeps thinking that he should end it. That he should encourage Claudia to find someone else. A mortal, another vampire. A man, a woman. Anyone but him. Every time he opens his mouth to say it, it's as if Claudia senses what he's about to say, and they'll somehow end up joining again.
He knows Louis thinks that he's still sleeping with Antoinette, and sometimes he still does, to keep up appearances so that Louis doesn't figure out the affair that would really cause Lestat to lose him. He even lets Louis follow him to Antoinette's house one night so that Louis sees them having sex. He knows that Louis is enraged by it. He knows it because when he and Louis come together again, a few nights later, Louis bites and scratches him, and carves a place inside of Lestat that feels far deeper that anything physically possible. Lestat purposely doesn't feed as much as usual so that the scratches and bites take longer to heal.
Every so often, though, Louis goes off by himself. He walks along the Mississippi River from dusk until almost dawn. Claudia tells Lestat that Louis kills rabbits and other small mammals to sate himself. She also tells him that Louis thinks about Paul and Grace and Florence. Louis has told her that it's become increasingly difficult to remember Paul's voice, and the colour of Grace's eyes, and Florence's face.
When Louis goes on his solo walks, Lestat and Claudia will drive to Slidell or Metairie, sometimes even Baton Rouge, and hunt.
Tonight, they're pursuing a trio: two men and a woman, who have parked their car next to the Mississippi, hidden by the Bald Cypresses and the thick vegetation of the marshes. All manner of nocturnal insects and animals can be heard as Lestat and Claudia watch the three mortals fuck in the car. The woman moans as one of the men sucks on her tits, her neck arching as the other man rocks into her.
Lestat lights a cigarette, blowing plumes of smoke into the humid evening air. He lets his gaze settle on Claudia, who is wearing a pale green dress and matching pumps with a kitten heel. Her hair is styled in a coil at the nape of her slender neck, and her mouth blooms with cosmetic scarlet fullness. Lestat can see that she isn't wearing stockings.
They haven't said very much to each other the whole evening, although that isn't entirely unusual. When they do speak, it's usually about their prey or whilst Lestat is inside of her, and neither of them can keep quiet then, their moans and cries intertwining along with their bodies.
Once the trio lies in the back of the car, sated, half dosing in post-coital fulfilment, Lestat flicks his cigarette onto the ground and crushes the butt under his shoe.
Claudia walks towards the car like a predatory feline stalking prey in the bayou, her steps completely soundless. She looks at Lestat once, over her shoulder, unusual pink eyes catching the moonlight. He nods, and she opens the car door, startling the occupants, before leaping into the back and feasting on them. Lestat follows, catching the one man as he tries to crawl out of the car. He doesn't let the stranger speak before tearing at his artery and gulping down the hot, salty blood until the man's heart gives its final weak thumps. He allows Claudia to feed on both the woman and the other man, as she is younger, and requires far more blood than Lestat to quench her thirst.
When they are done, they push the car into the river, the three bodies inside, and watch it sink below the surface of the water. The insects and animals resume their ceaseless calls, impervious to another death in this river that has flowed for seventy million years.
Lestat lights another cigarette, watching the surface of the river where the car has disappeared to decay in the murky depths. The three bodies will be consumed by alligators and perhaps other carnivorous animals, meaning that if they ever float up from their metal grave, they will only be bones.
"Lestat," Claudia says.
It's the first time either of them has spoken in well over an hour. Lestat turns his head to look at her, and he watches as she unbuttons her dress and lets it fall to the thick undergrowth that is littered with spider lilies and tall wetland grass. She's wearing a brassiere and tap pants and her little pumps. She is beautiful in the silvery light that manages to penetrate the Spanish moss and Tupelo Gum.
Once again, he discards his cigarette, and walks towards her, his arms cradling her petite body against his much larger one. Claudia moans as he fills her mouth with his tongue, and his right-hand dips below the waistband of her shorts and grips her high, firm ass. Her legs fall open as he guides her downwards, using his other hand as a kind of pillow below her head as he continues to kiss her. They do not need to breathe, and so they continue to kiss as she reaches down and undoes Lestat's pants. He's forgone underwear tonight, allowing Claudia to comb her fingers through his pubic hair before gripping his swollen cock. Their skin is warm with the recently consumed blood.
He finally pulls away from her mouth and helps her partially undress him, so that his pants are pushed to his ankles and his jacket, and tie are removed, before his shirt is mostly unbuttoned. Once he's removed Claudia's bra, he bites into her left breast, around the nipple, sucking the blood from her in a gory parody. The front of her tap shorts are soaked with arousal, and he yanks them down, almost tearing them, as he cuts his tongue and heals the bite on her tit.
He guides his cock to her soaked cunt and pushes in in two hard thrusts, making her cry out, her kitten heals digging into his lower back as he fucks her firmly into the damp undergrowth.
"Right there," she sobs, as he drives into her repeatedly and roughly. "Fu—uck!"
Lestat presses his hands into the earth, digging his nails into the dark soil of the riverbank, as he snaps his hips with increasing force. When Claudia comes, her mouth, red from smeared lipstick and dried blood, falls open on a loud moan of his name, her eyes rolling back in her head. Lestat fills her with his release, fucking it back into her, adding to the slick sounds of their coupling.
He rests his head on her chest, listening to the slow beat of her heart, which does not match his like Louis' does. He feels a pang at the realisation.
"I wanna try something else," Claudia finally says, fingers combing through his slightly tangled hair.
Not looking up, Lestat replies, "Tell me."
"I wanna do it the way you and Louis do it, when he fucks you," she answers, voice soft, almost overwhelmed by the sounds of the swamp.
Lestat does not reply straight away, and Claudia makes to roll out from underneath him, body rigid as she says, "Never mind. Forget it."
He stills her with his large hands on her slender hips, pressing a kiss to the valley between her breasts.
"Turn over," he says, although his voice holds no order, knowing she will do as he asks.
Once she is on her belly, he guides her hips up and parts her asscheeks. When her small, dusky hole is exposed, he spits on it several times, then runs the flat of his tongue over the tight furl.
"Ah! Sh—shit!" Claudia pants as he points his tongue and works it inside of her in wet thrusts.
Once the rim softens, he adds the tip of his index finger alongside his tongue. She's slick with his spit and his blood when he cuts his palm and rubs it onto her winking opening.
He continues to open her up, drinking in her stuttering breath and needy cries, until he has four of his thick fingers inside of her up to the last knuckle. His cock is still bigger than his four fingers, so he screws his thumb in, too, on the verge of fisting her, when he feels her come again, her face pressed to the damp grass.
"My insatiable little one," he croons as he sits back, rubbing his fat cockhead, which is weeping pre-come, against her asshole.
As he pushes into her, he watches as she stretches around him, his big hands spreading her open. She lets out a high whine that is laced with equal parts pleasure and pain as he sinks into her halfway.
"Touch yourself," he instructs, grunting slightly as he continues to snap his hips forward until his pelvis is flush with her ass.
He rocks into her as she touches herself, one of his hands snaking up so that it can rest on her lower belly and feel where she's unmistakeably distended by the length of his cock.
"Harder," she mewls into the spider lilies, rubbing at her clit as he obliges.
She doesn't hold back her cries, swearing into the ground, panting his name whilst he groans hers, pulling out until almost the tip and then plunging forward over and over and over again until Claudia goes rigid and gushes around her own fingers. He doesn't stop fucking her, making her sob as he circles his hips, his balls slapping against her ass that bounces with the force of his thrusts.
When his release explodes out of him, it drips out of her, slicking the inside of her thighs even more, all the way to the inside of her knees.
He pulls her up so that she doesn't collapse face first and kisses her as he bounces her gently on his still half hard cock. His large hands with their broad palms squeeze and massage her little tits, rubbing the erect nipples, whilst Lestat guides her to a third orgasm. Once they've both come again, he gently pulls out of her, unable to resist the urge to spread her and watch as her hole flexes around nothing, gaping after being stretched so wide.
"Was that what you wanted?" He asks later, once they're both fully dressed, and Claudia has fixed her hair.
She shrugs daintily as they climb into Lestat's car and he turns the key in the ignition, taking them away from the scene of their sin.
"You know it was," she finally says, slipping her hand into his breast pocket and taking his gold cigarette case out.
As she lights one of the cigarettes and blows the smoke out into the thick air of the Louisiana night, Lestat thinks he sees her smile around her fangs.