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none of them meant a damn thing to me. Rememberwhen we were in the bar in New Orleans?” he asks.

“The bar in New Orleans?” I repeat. Ofcourse, Bourbon Street!

He sniffs, chuckling. I can see what he’sthinking in his eyes. I am new.

“That was the first time I held you in myarms. You’re the reason I came back. At first, I thought, ‘What anass.’ Then I thought, ‘she’s damn soft.’ Then I thought, ‘there’sno way, Lario Exgesis gets her.’”

Chex leans over, picks up a pillow and putsit between us. “Here, lay down on top of this.

He twirls me around to face the bed andgently guides me down on top of the pillow. His breaths haveaccelerated. His hands are kneading my rear. “Your assis…unmatched. Are you aware of that?”

I reach back to feel my buttocks. “I’m notsure,” I say.

He chuckles. “You’re so damn new.” Hiswhisper is tainted with lust. Then he takes my hips, spreads mylegs and from behind, guides his man part into my femalecavity.

I gasp, moaning to the pleasure of himcrashing inside of me.

“You’re going to love this Baby,” he sayshuskily, shifting himself in and out of me. “You see, the vampirefeels you throbbing, pulsating. He feels your pussy showing himwhat it likes. We are communicating Baby.”

I inhale a gasp and then unleash the secondrefrain of pleasure.

***

Navi

This plane is a mind blow. Human beingsliving like this! I don’t even want to say “fuck” in this placebecause in Dag it sounds like a dirty word; but “Fuck!” Who in thehell are these people!

I had to escape Adore and Chex. There was noway I could’ve stopped him from deflowering her. Although I mustadmit, he relishes her, like a bond would protect and revere hislifeblood. But what’s crazy is that he’s not her bond! And if not,then how in the hell was he able to slip through a portal? I’m surehe can smell is own blood. He would know if he were of the Gogulon.Wouldn’t he?

“MS” Magnificent Star, has taken me prettyfar away from where the two of them are getting it on. Only for asecond did I wonder how it feels to fuck a vamp that isn’t a bond.Fawn is the only sister I know that has had experience outside ofthe ultimate pleasure of screwing a bond. She said it was good in adifferent way. According to her, it takes longer to have an orgasmbut, once it arrives, it’s still pretty spectacular. I asked herbecause I just wanted to know how it feels, not try it for myself.Sex is amazing, but my life gives me just as much pleasure.

For fourteen hundred of my fifteen hundredyears of life, I’ve been hunting relics. If Adore was asked, “Whathas Navi been doing for all of her life?” she would say somethinglike, “Oh, Na’ta has been bumming around willy-nilly,” withoutusing those words exactly - I live for the day when words like“bumming” and “willy-nilly” become part of her vocabulary. I’mbetting if she keeps it up with Chex, she’ll be saying fuck andshit in no time. But then again, maybe not.

My patience has worn thin for sure but Ihave to let Adore experience her first intimate encounter. Thething is, as I’ve been trudging along with MS, it has been theincessant search to see at least one other Ugu Mag that has kept meentertained. But all I see are towers in the sky, and that’s it.This sea of banality is not good for a mind like mine. It gets methinking about senseless shit like this.

“Hey,” I say to MS. “Do I have to call youMagnificent Star? It sounds kind of porn starish.”

“I know what a porn star is,” she sayswithout breaking stride. “And I prefer that you call me by my givenname, Magnificent Star. It was decided for me at birth. It’s thevery essence of who I am.”

Now, that was an expected reply, and onethat I find quite amusing. She and Adore are going to get alongperfectly. “Not even Mag Star?” I persist. Only because, like mysister, I think she’s being inanely inflexible. It’s just a name,and one that’s five syllables too long.

She looks at me without turning her head.“You are contentious, Navi.” She pauses thoughtfully. “Does it painyou to call me Magnificent Star?”

I shrug. “Kind of. Especially since everytime I say it all I see is you wearing a long blonde wig and blueeye shadow while humping a pole.”

And then, unexpectedly, she laughs. GoodGod, she has a sense of humor! I take it back - she might not getalong just fine with my humorless sister.

“A stripper’s name?” She ponders withunmasked amusement.

“Yeah,” I say as my laughter simmers. “Howdoes the profession translate from Earth to Dag?”

“No,” she says quickly, but withoutjudgment, “We have no such vocation on Dag.”

“Ha!” I can’t help but laugh. “Vocation? Nowthat’s an upgrade!”

I leave the door open for a comeback but shesmiles, tightlipped, deciding not to indulge me in cynicalbanter.

“So,” I begin as we continue to journey upthe raised sidewalk that spirals around the oblong skyscraper. “Howdid you educate yourself on the wiles of their world?”

“I’m a Transporter of the Gateways. Mystudies make me knowledgeable about what is beyond our realm.”

“So you see how calling you Magnificent Startortures me? I don’t want to picture you that way. You’re tooclassy for that.” I smile and wink at her.

I did it. I won. She concedes with a sigh.“Call me what you prefer then.”

I feel myself grinning, satisfied as I gazeout at the dangling skyscrapers. I’m bored again, now that that’sover. And still, we haven’t run into another soul which is unheardof, especially for a city of this size, even for one that floats inthe air. At night all cities are crowded with horny humans lookingto get hammered or fucked or both.

“So where the hell is everybody? Is there acurfew?” I ask.

“No, no curfew.”

“Humph,” I grunt, curious. “Well are thereany bars? restaurants? nightclubs?”

“The city is for enterprise, not forliving,” she coolly replies.

“But you said you weren’t wasteful.” There’sa judgmental quality to my tone.

“Why would we live in the sky when we havethe lands?”

We’ve finally made