These moments were one of many reason why he longed for mortality. You'd think they were married for 400 years....

Morrelle went down to the refrigerator to pour himself a glass of koolaid. This refrigerator was custom built to keep the heat rather than keep things cool. No one outside the family uses it for the penalty is death!

"You can quit screaming now."

Anabella slides off the chair. Her heels of her black boots tap the hard wood floor as she makes her way into the kitchen. She see's Morrelle guzzling the koolaid from the pitcher. She moves to the cupboard and grabs a glass. "Morelle, really. Please put it in a glass. She sets the glass before him


As for your thoughts...Our marriage was anulled long ago, before this maelstrome opened and closed. Rhaul walks into the kitchen and commanded that the body had been taken care of. "Mistress, he smiled, remember your promise to me" He whispers. Anabella kisses him softly. I remember my dear. He leaves the room with a low growl at Morrelle.

Anabella looks at her nails. "Clearly his distate for your lifestyle and empty promises has come to a head, Morrelle. Your once faithful ghoul is now my pet."

"As you already know, I have many "pets" at my beck and call. It just takes a phone call."

Glasses were for more refined creatures, Morrelle chose the barbaric way.

"I prefer the more direct approach." He saved enough to fill her puny glass only halfway.

You're impossible...Ana trails off again. "So, are we to continue in this house like we do not know each other?" Or should we just battle it out right here for who will stay and who will go.

"If you are looking for a celebrity deathmatch, you won't get one from me. We have had thousands of those over the centuries."

Morrelle lit up a cigar.

"You can stay if you please. I have many uses for you."

"Uses?" You have others for that Morelle. And yes im insulted.

The ghouls come in with buckets of blood and water, dripping mops and sponges. One drips blood on Anabella's boots. "DAMN! watch what the hellyour doing!

Morelle, I'll be in the den...You want to be civil and ACT like Im on your level, not your ghouls...you will find me there

"And what do you expect of me after all this time? Hmmmmm? Roses at your feet? Love-making at midnight?"

Morrelle sent a smoke ring to the ceiling.

"If you need ME, I'll be downstairs worshipping my ancestors."

Anabella turns and steps into Morrelle. She kisses him deeply open mouthed for a long time. This kiss would have knocked an immortal to his knees. She runs her fingers through his long hair then steps back...."You need me my king, your ancestors will tell you that."

It's been a long time since she let her human affections show. He pulls her close to him and returns the gesture. Unfortunately, whenever these human feelings surface it always turns disastrous for both.

"As I stated, I have a use for you, besides the obvious, though that must be tempered in this house while Victoria is around. But I wish to seek out our long lost family. Mainly, Midnight, for I wronged her in killing Mechan."

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I don't know where she is. Anabella replies. I have tried to reach her by cell, by private investigation and by other means...its like she disappeared.

Anabella steps back. Mechen? I have not heard his name cross your lips in years. What have you done Morrelle?

Morrelle stops at the mention of his name......

Mechan

Morrelle expalains the tale....

Midnight's lover....the thought of his litttle flower's affections turned away from him was too much. Morrelle loved her too much to see her with any other. So he secretly had Dante eliminate him, as only Dante could, and Morrelle would cover up the secret.

Dante was as honest as they get, and could not keep Morrelle's secret, so he left for his Hellgate Island, leaving Morrelle to carry the burden of guilt.

Morrelle confronted Midnight about what he did, and she summarily left him.

Morrelle was devastated.

He vowed to bring her back and ask forgiveness.

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Anabella raises a brow.. "Yet another secret you kept from me"Anabella states as matter of factly as she could. "I am not your enemy Morrelle. I don't know why you presume to hide things from me, and work against me" Anabella states.

"I have not heard from my sister, probably because she believes that I had something to do with it."

Anabella begins to walk away, turns and stops. "I am bound to you Morrelle, mentally and physically. Seems to me that you need to let the physically release your mental anguish, and that pet of yours does not do it for you. Ana walks closer to him...tell me Im not beautiful and I will go, tell my you don't want me, right here." Anabella takes his finger into her mouth. Let it be, if only for a moment, just you and I...take me and forget everyone else for now. Clear your head Morrelle...I can make it all disappear.

Anabella looks into his eyes why her tongue caresses his fingers

There was no denying he wanted her badly, and in the worse sexual way. True, Victoria was A+ in bed but she was still not undead and was given the frailness all humans share. And, she was out cruising downtown, so exploration of Anabella's body consumed his every thought.

He watches as she plays her seduction skills on him but knows full well that when he takes her, she will be powerless.

One hand drapes slowly down her breast, down o her side and then around her back. He pulls her swiftly against him as he wills the below his waist and assures her, without words, her pussy was about to be savagely assaulted.

He walks her back slowly to the msot available love seat and drops his hands underneath her, past her panties, and thenmoving them firmly across her clit and pussy lips. One by one his fingers slide up side her and he waits to hear her small gasps escape her trembling lips.

More rapidly he rolls them inside and out until he drops her on her back slowly to the love seat where he spreads her legs wide open for his hands to glide inside her inner thighs and gently back up side her.

With precision, he removes her under garments until her wanting vagina awaits his pcommand pleasure.

Anabella knew Morrelle could not in a million years resist her. He would be at her beck and call as she would him.

She abliged him by laying on her back and letting him fumble between her thighs and pussy. She pulled him into her, removing his belt and ripping his shirt open allowing the passion and excitement to build. Anabella kisses him rolling her tongue with his, sigh escape her as he cotinues.

The ghouls scatter from the room shutting the door behind them allowing these to to unlease years for pent up frustration between the two. Anabella arches her back into Morrelle before lifting herself up and pushing him to the floor. She begins moving her hands to his penis and stroking gently as she continues kissing and caressing him. She proceeds to go down on him quietly deeply taking him inside her mouth. She looks up every once in a while to make sure he is enjoying her every volley.

She brings herself to him strattling him as she positions herself upon him ready for penetration...

Morrelle reaches her waist line and pulls her down his enlarged shaft, watching his manhood be devoured by her thirsty pussy. He enjoyed the brief moment of friction as it made its way into the deepest regions of her uterus.

They each flowed to the rhythm as each in and out motion builds up, to what both know will be, a catastrophic ending.

But for now, the long and deep penetration they both enjoyed, kept them in a euphoric state of being. Her breasts felt like firm jello in his eager hands and he squeezed to the rhythm below.

Morrelle could feel the 'willed' inner juice from within her begin to make its way out of her. He increased his size to make her claw at him with each assault until he rolls her on her back again, drapes her legs over his shoulders and pounds her human pussy enough to make her curse him and beg for more.