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Our wandering space crew lands on Damphir IV, a planet inhabited by vampires, safe haven for both their undeclared passenger and their damaged ship. Ferda shares a passionate reunion with Julius Roma, her first vampire lover -- now commandant of the colony -- while Adlet finds trouble among several thousand amorous vampires. When the colony's best cryonics scientists succeed in resuscitating their unregistered "cargo," she awakens with no memory other than a name -- Gelda. Adlet in tow, Drake, Rand, and Ferda set course for Hera and a long talk with their last customer about Gelda's origins. Extracting such dangerous information out of a weasel like Zadde might be more than an ordinary crew would attempt -- but this isn't an ordinary crew.
He took her hand in his, and led her across thick carpet to a a grouping of velvet covered divans. "Now. What can I offer you? Food? Drink?" Himself? That was a given. "Food later perhaps. For now, I'd like apple juice." As Adlet hankered for well cooked meat, she longed for fruit. "It's coming." The servant slipped out almost noiselessly. Learned from the vamps, she supposed. "Won't you be seated?'He surprised her by sitting opposite. It gave her a perfect view. He was still hot, sexy and as fuckable as a vamp could be. "It has been so long, Ferda." "In human years," she reminded him. "We sense the passage of time too, Ferda, even if it leaves us untouched. I have not forgotten the passionate young woman who cut though my silver chains with a laser blade." "Cut through more than chains." Her hand shook so badly, she'd rather botched it up. "A laser cut heals, Ferda." He pulled up the flowing sleeve of his shirt. "See. The scars from your cuts are long gone." The laser cuts might be. She reached forward and gently touched the dark rings of proud flesh. "But the marks of those chains haven't." "They'll never fade, but if it weren't for you, those chains would have weakened me , and all the others, to the point of second and final death. When I look at those scars, I am forever reminded of a courageous and passionate young woman." He looked up as a servant approached with a jug and poured her a glass of chilled apple juice: it was perfect, tangy, sweet and fresh. Definitely pressed from tree grown fruit. What a rare and costly treat. She had to see the surface farms, but first... "No longer as young, Julius." "But still courageous and passionate?" "I hope so!""So do I." His dark eyes flickered and glowed in a way she well remembered. "What else do you wish?" No point in stating the obvious. His vamp sense of smell had to be aware of her arousal. Damp was not the word for her nether regions. "How about a nice hot bath?" "With scented water and warm towels?" She grinned. The servant had disappeared, no doubt to comply with some unspoken order and Julius was sitting next her. Would she ever get used to vamps doing that? Did she want to? Not if it meant missing the thrill of finding him within touching distance. She wasn't going to be able to hold out long, and would be nuts to try. She rested her hand on his leather clad thigh. His flesh was cool through the leather but firm and strong and she was tempted to check underneath all those leather pleats but since that was precisely what she bet he was hoping for, she grinned at him. "Red leather kilt? A bit much, isn't it." "No," he replied, tracing a finger down her zipper, "and much more convenient than your intriguing outfit." "Sure about that?" "We'll find out." Very soon, with a bit of luck. "My lovely Ferda," Julius said and, fast as only a vamp moved, he shifted her onto his lap. Why waste a golden opportunity? Ferda rested her face against his chest and pressed her hand against his shirt. Real silk, no less. She'd only ever felt it once before. In a museum somewhere. "You keep silkworms up top?" "We have everything that could keep a vampire or human happy." Maybe. Meanwhile, she ran her hand up and down his shirt front, hoping for a zip or fastening. "Julius, how the hell do you get out of this thing?" "When I'm ready to." Smashing, but he silenced her compliant before she put it into words. He held her close, kissing her neck before trailing his tongue down to the base of her neck and up to the curve of her chin. His hand traced the outlined of her body, stroking her legs and caressing her breasts through the soft fabric, stroking her belly with slow circles. It was all it took. She let out a moan as her body when into overdrive. Nothing, sweet bugger nothing had changed between them. Since speech seemed a bit beyond her right now, she arched her neck to make it easier for him. He'd never been one to miss an invitation and he didn't now. His fangs scraped very gently, teasing, promising, as she whimpered, knowing he knew her needs and knowing he was playing her and she reveled in his games. He bit. His mouth fastening on her neck with the familiar vamp pressure, as he sucked. Slowly, gently, he drew her blood. His lips sending wild tremors down her neck straight to her cunt. He pulled on her skin, just enough to heighten the sensation, the edge of pain sending her mind into a wild spin. She wanted more, much more. She wanted his cock deep inside. She wanted him pounding her to climax, to take her to the heights that were building inside. Her crazed whimpers and groans echoed in her ears as her mind fogged, her arousal peaked and with a cry she came, in a wild ripple of climaxes until he gently lifted his lips and she sagged into his tight embrace. "Did that satisfy you, my love?" he whispered in her ear. Took a while to get her breath back but she managed. "For now."
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