The Centenarians

*** Very obviously, a complete work of Halloween fiction.***

"Listen, Mrs. Bloodrite. You're not under arrest. We just have a few questions about your gardener who has mysteriously disappeared. We're questioning people who may have information about how this could have happened. Are you willing to cooperate?"

"Of course. I'm happy to help. I did nothing wrong... unless having sex with one's gardener is illegal."

"Was it consensual sex?"

"He would say so. He's young and was very enthusiastic about it. I felt compelled to oblige."

"What would your husband have to say about that?"

"Let's just leave him out of it. What he doesn't know won't kill him... or will it?"

"Are you trying to be funny right now? Because it's going over like a lead balloon."

"Do I need a lawyer or anything?"

"As I've said, you're not under arrest. We just need information about why your gardener has not returned home for the past three days. His friends were expecting him for a Halloween party on Saturday night and he didn't show up."

"How am I responsible for that? I can't tell you what I don't know."

"Because your house was the last place he was seen -- as near as we can tell. His work truck was seen by neighbors in your driveway until late Wednesday night."

"Let's just say he, uh... took a long afternoon break -- from the heat of the sun, you understand."

"Did he consume any alcohol?"

"No. He's purely a health enthusiast. Everyone knows this. If you knew him, he has a very healthy body and insisted on only filtered water for refreshment."

"Do you often allow your workmen in your house?"

"Not really. He said he needed a refreshing shower before he could continue his work. He's special and besides, I like to watch."

"Watch what?"

"Watch him taking a shower."

"Didn't he object to that?"

"Not as long as I was sponging his backside, soaping around his waist and... well, you get the picture."

"Why did it take him so long into the evening to finish his job?"

"Yeah, well rain was forecast and he wanted to get the last of backyard plantings situated and mulched before the weather turned. In fact, I held the lantern for him, naked of course... under my silk housecoat. You know how neighbors are. He said he liked the smell of my... gardenia, or maybe he was just a slow worker. You can write that down, maybe."

"I should tell you that everything you say in this room is being recorded."

"Always thinking ahead. Aren't you, detective."

"Let's get back on topic, shall we, Mrs. Bloodrite?"

"This is your interrogation, detective. Proceed."

"What time did your gardener leave your premises?"

"I'm sure I don't remember. He left me in an exhausted and dazed condition in the bed upstairs. He's quite a lover. He already knew where the door was."

"I suppose he took another shower afterward."

"Having sex can be messy, can't it?"

"Where was your husband that day?"

"He was out in the countryside probably working on his novel. He's a quiet man. He loves the country and being away from people."

"Is there any other information that you can volunteer that might help in finding your gardener?"

"I'm quite afraid I know nothing of your business, detective. I'll just say he was fun as long as he lasted and my flower gardens look terrific. When you find him, I have some ideas for another section of our property that I'd like for him to give us an estimate for. You know, since we already have a cordial working relationship."

"Very well, Mrs. Bloodrite. You're free to go, but don't leave town in case we have more questions for you or your husband later."

"Of course, detective. I'm familiar with detective stories from television and movies. You've been a good one, so far. Good luck with your case. I'm sorry about the gardener. I hope you find him."

Mrs. Bloodrite rode home in the police cruiser with a smile on her face as her mind replayed that fateful Wednesday in her flower garden from her memories. She hoped her husband would be proud of her solutions.

The officer remained in his car until Mrs. Bloodrite entered her home and closed the door. She found her husband in the den at his desk working at his computer.

"How was your hunting in the forest, my husband?"

"I'll just say it's a good thing my mother was human because the vampire side of me couldn't find a decently large-bodied mammal to satisfy my blood lust. I've been hunting for days and I'm still hungry. I'm just so tired. How were your past few days?"

"Do you want the full story or just the highlights? I know how you love sex stories. It's how we met. Remember? I came to you in a dream seeking to suck out all your semen leaving you weak-kneed and powerless to resist. How was I to know that your father was vampire and your mother was human? To me, you looked like a very handsome and sexy... lunch."

"We still have good sex. Don't we."

"When you're feeling well, of course. You're anemic now, so I've tried to help."

"Whatever did you do? Does it have anything to do with the police car that brought you home?"

"The police know nothing. They have no evidence. I've made sure of that."

"Then tell me the story. Nobody that I'm aware of has ever written a story about a Succubus and a Dhampir living together. This could be interesting."

"While you were away, hunting non-human blood, I decided I needed some flowers in the backyard to appear more normal for this neighborhood. I went to see every gardener in town requesting estimates for what I wanted done. When I met this fine, young, health-conscious young man who stood over six feet tall. You can't imagine how I strained to control my drooling. When I complemented him for his fine physique, he said it was from pure living and lots of exercise at the gym."

"These days, that's a rare thing. Did he have any tattoos? You know tattoo ink can infect their entire system."

"I enticed him into bed. You know I have the skills. His cock was long and hard. His balls hung low. I was highly motivated to extract every drop of his sweet semen. His cock was a challenge, so I used my lubricated hands -- squeezing and stroking, but I made sure he enjoyed it even while wearing a condom. I made sure his balls were free and well massaged. When he finished, I removed the full condom and kept it warm on a heating pad. Then, I put another condom over his cock and used a short elastic stroker device and continued stroking, but when the head of his cock popped out at the end, I placed my hot mouth there to pause and suck on him a while. Then, I'd stroke him a few more times before letting him enjoy my lips at the end of the stroker device. He really enjoyed that, but I wasn't finished. I tied that full condom in a knot like the other and placed it in the towel over the heating pad."

"I'm beginning to see a pattern here."

"The next condom was the biggest challenge for me. I needed to get his cock into my mouth. It was so huge, I could only get the head inside, so I used my tongue and lips to massage, lick, suck, swirl, and softly bite down to stimulate him further. His cum came harder this time. As I tied the third condom in a knot and placed it with the others, I put another condom on him and stroked him into full hardness, once again. Using my powers, I was still teasing him inside his unconscious mind and judging by the smile on his face, he was having the time of his life. I placed the head of his cock at the entrance of my pussy and slowly slid down his beautiful shaft. It filled me deep inside. For a while, I just kept still and let him feel the heat and squeezed him. I reached around and massaged his balls. His cock grew harder. That was also good for me. I rode him for a good long time. It seemed like he wasn't going to cum, so I reached backwards and fondled his asshole with my oiled fingers. When his balls drew up and I felt the first pulses begin, I plunged my fingers deep inside his ass and stroked his prostate gland for this huge orgasm. He came hard and he came fast. I knew he would."

"So, that's four full loads of semen in one event? Well done."

"I woke him up from his dream state and suggested we take a shower together. He was all for that. The young ones like him can have sex all day long. As I washed and sponged his body, I made sure he had no hidden tattoos or other skin infections. He was a perfect specimen if I've ever seen one. I must admit that I got greedy and sucked his cock in the shower while he was in a conscious state. He had such a lovely cock. I reached underneath his balls and inserted a finger into his asshole and massaged his prostate again. This time he would feel the thrill and the peak orgasm with a conscious mind. I thought this was a good tactic if I ever wanted to enjoy him again. This time, however, when he came, I swallowed all his essence. It was sweeter than I expected. Pumping his prostate helped produce and eject more semen. My energy was waning, but I soon began to feel better afterward."

"You've put a lot of work into this. It's a good story. I'm going to write this one up."

"Oh, I'm not finished. He decided that he should finish the work he had come here to do. He emptied his truck of dirt, flowers in pots, mulch and so forth and began working to finish the plans that we discussed earlier. I held the lantern for him wearing my thinnest robe yet naked underneath. I wanted his mind working on another round of sex. Who knows when another perfect specimen like this will present itself? After he had finished, I invited him up for another shower before he went home. His mind was unclear if he'd ever had the first shower or not. I kept him dazed but able to move his body as he loaded up his truck with tools and supplies he didn't need for the project. He came upstairs, removed his clothes and got into the shower."

"Did you extract another semen sample?"

"Of course, I extracted two more full load samples in condoms. But I thought of you, too. As long as I had him naked on the bed and comfortably in unconscious state enjoying more sex than he's ever had in his life, I began to drain his blood, one pint at a time. While his mind was busy enjoying my pussy from this afternoon's encounter, I was draining his life blood. I quickly refrigerated it for you. We got a bit over 10 pints in all. Grade A, I promise you."

"What did you do with the body?"

"I put on his clothing and carried his body downstairs, out the patio doors and placed him in the bed of his pickup truck. I threw a tarp over him then drove down toward the end of town, by the river where the indigent lycantropes live and scavenge. I told them he was a fine specimen, but to scatter the bones widely and get rid of the pickup truck. They seemed grateful, but you can never tell with their types."

"So, after all that sex, I don't suppose you're interested in a tryst with your husband?"

"Are you kidding? That was last Wednesday. You know every cock I take is only a prelude to being with you. You're irreplaceable, my dear. Why don't you go down to your special refrigerator, warm up a pint of fresh, nutrient rich blood, then I'll meet you in the shower to wash off the stench of the forest and whatever you've been eating out there. I'll dip into my semen stash and recharge myself. Tonight, I want to fuck you in the ass with my strap-on and give you a hand job at the same time. When you're ready to come, I'll suck you off, drink your essence then feed it back to you."

"What, no pussy?"

"You've had a long drive. I'll wake you up later after you rest and the fresh blood has a chance to give you energy. When you awaken, you'll know it's me hovering over your face because my pussy smells of gardenia and you love eating my gardenia. As your cock rises, I'll be right there with every orifice to celebrate your homecoming. I love it when you fuck me, whenever and however you like."

"We do feed and nurture each other, don't we? Aren't we the perfect pair?"

"I knew that a hundred years ago and it's still true today. Happy 100th anniversary."

"In two more days. it isn't Halloween yet."

"Who's counting?"

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