Keisha Ellis

181. Keisha Ellis

Downtown, Bellingham County, Surrey.

The night was young. A soft, silver moon hung like a teardrop in the inky expanse above, casting long, dancing shadows across the streets and their buildings.

A woman, whose age defied the mirror's reflection, moved with a grace born decades spent eluding death itself. Her ebony skin, etched with the faintest of lines, held the wisdom of centuries. Eyes, the color of a stormy night, held a knowing glint, a predator's patience masked by an easy smile. Dressed in sleek black leather, a subtle nod to her nocturnal profession, she was a study in contrasts - the elegance of a seasoned warrior tempered by the warmth of a long-lived soul.

She walked into a solitary house at the end of a cul-de-sac. Inside, only one person sat at the square table in the living room.

Albany Laurent changed out of his black armor and red cloak, and was wearing an comfortable sweater, holding a cup of steaming tea in his hand, wanting to savor this hard-won leisure.

During her time as a Bronze Bell Vampire Hunter, Keisha discovered a seven-year-old boy defending his mother's corpse with a wooden stick in a vampire-ravaged village. After dispatching the vampire, she brought Albany to H.A.R.M., where she raised and trained him. When he turned 15, Theodore Montgomery, then a Gold Bell Vampire Hunter, recognized his potential.

"Mother Keisha!" Even now, Albany called her by the same title, his voice filled with unwavering respect. Yet, as that little boy grew into a powerful H.A.R.M. general, her feelings toward him had evolved.

Keisha Ellis approached him slowly. She could sense his weariness and anxiety. Facing three harmonizing vampires alone for half of a century had taken its toll.

"You look exhausted," she spoke with a soothing voice. "You need someone to look after you when I'm not around."

Albany Laurent put down the teacup, Rose Hightower flashed through his mind. He shook his head slightly, and gave Keisha a gentle smile: "I feel that something is wrong, could you call the nearby Vampire Hunters for me?"

She sighed wistfully. "I had hoped you could rest for a few days so we could have a proper chat. This lifestyle of yours simply cannot go on."

She moved behind Albany Laurent and began massaging his shoulders, her Crystal Realm-empowered fingers kneading his tense muscles.

Albany finally relaxed, letting out a contented sigh. But his mind drifted back to work like an unbreakable habit. "Something doesn't feel right," he repeated. "I need to discuss this with Master Maes."

Keisha's expression turned grave. Olivier Maes held the distinguished position as one of only three Gold Bell Vampire Hunters across Cascadia.

Gold Bell Vampire Hunters were entrusted with crucial responsibilities. H.A.R.M. would only disturb them when absolutely necessary.

"Why wait for me, why didn't you ask Rose to contact him?" Keisha was curious. "You must have known, she is now a Silver Bell as well."

"I don't see her as often anymore. She's dating someone." Albany didn't know why he revealed that second part. He had always kept his emotions tightly controlled. But in front of Keisha, the woman who raised him and whom he trusted most, he allowed his feelings to slip through just a little.

"I thought she was dating you." Keisha was taken aback.

"No, she had always treated me as a senior brother"—albeit with some benefits. Albany turned to look at Keisha as he noticed she had stopped massaging.

That changes everything! Keisha's heart leapt silently.

For Crystal Realm martial artists, with their nearly a thousand years life expectancy, a mere fifty some years age difference, seemed miniscule.

As a century passed, and Albany grew older, Keisha no longer saw him as a little boy, but as a man: handsome, wise, patient, compassionate, and powerful.

She was uncertain if Albany could ever see her as more than a mother figure. Not wanting to risk what they already had, she had kept her feelings to herself. Though years had passed in the blink of an eye, just when she finally mustered the courage to tell him how she felt, Rose entered his life—beautiful, brilliant, vivacious, and brimming with potential. They seemed perfect for each other!

She wasn't sure how Rose felt about Albany, but she knew Albany had feelings for Rose. Whenever they were together, he became a different person, more vibrant and alive.

He must be heartbroken! She knew Albany too well. Even when he was a child, he had never cried when his favorite toys broke. But inside, she knew he was hurting—really badly.

She leaned forward and gently cradled his head in her embrace. She lowered herself to kiss his forehead, then his cheek. Her heart raced as she hesitated, uncertain of Albany's reaction. But before she could pull away, she felt two large, warm hands cup her cheeks, and tender lips pressed against her mouth.

At first, they both moved tentatively. Though not related by blood, they were crossing a profound emotional boundary that they weren't able to cross for over half a century.

Eventually, Keisha took the initiative, pressing her tongue into Albany's mouth and seeking his. The intimate contact ignited a fire in Albany. Rising from his seat, he met her passion with his own as their tongues intertwined in an intimate dance.

Keisha moaned softly through her nose, her nipples hardened and visible beneath her leather outfit.

The kiss lingered for several minutes, until Albany broke away to let Keisha remove his sweater.

Keisha's fingers traced his muscled torso, while Albany unzipped her one-piece leather suit. The zipper extended all the way down to her crotch, revealing black undergarments beneath the suit.

Keisha pulled off the top and wiggled her way out of the leather suit. Her upper body was completely naked, with only her panties remaining. Albany's hands caught her breasts as they bounced out of the leather.

He started to kiss Keisha's neck gently, as she unbuckled his pants, and slipped her hand inside them.

Albany tensed and drew in a sharp breath, whispering "Mother..." This only heightened her arousal as she wrapped her hand around him and began stroking up and down.

As they started to kiss again, Albany effortlessly picked Keisha up and walked her backwards to the table and sat her down on its edge.

Then he kissed down to her nipples, wrapping his lips around one and sucking it into his mouth while his fingers caressed the other. She could feel herself getting wet as he touched her private part and him growing bigger.

Keisha used her free hand to pull his pants down until he was fully exposed to her view. She marveled at how much he had matured since she had bathed him as a child.

As Albany's hands move down her wetness, she groaned, "Oh, Albany, you've really grown big."

She wrapped her legs around him, spreading them wide as he stepped forward and guided his tip into her. She leaned back on the table, causing the teapot and cup to crash to the floor. Supporting herself with her hands behind her, she watched as his shaft stretched her pussy.

She was soaking for him; aching for him.

Moaning for him.

Completely ready for him to take her in any manner that he desired to.

She had waited for him for so many years, that she couldn't even count, she never wanted anyone as much as she wanted him in this moment.

"Fuck me hard," she begged.

He grabbed onto her butt cheeks and started to buck his hips back and forth, thrusting in and out of her.

She clutched at him, groaning, ecstatic, as he drove his delicious, hot and long meat into her deeply, and relentlessly.

This was not lovemaking.

There was nothing tender, nothing languid about this.

This was his pure, base need to have her.

And her pure, unfiltered need for him to claim her.

For her to belong.

To be his.

She loved it.

She loved his urgency, his power, the tautness of the muscles of his thigh which now drove and shifted between hers.

She loved how they didn't need words or platitudes or little flirty bits of nonsense that horniness brought.

She loved the honesty of their lust.

He was slamming hard at her.

His body felt scalding hot; like a furnace forcing her backwards, charring her skin with the heat of his against her.

Her pussy ached; she desperately needed all of him.

She could hear his panting in her ear, feel his shaft in and out, grinding on her pubic bone, as if he were trying to ride her as a motorcycle.

Sweat beaded her skin.

Her vision began to blur far beyond her astigmatism's normal bounds.

She clawed at his shoulders, as he leaned in and moaned hot and heavy into her ear.

The table felt cold and shaky under her bare back and bum.

She didn't care, all she cared about was that what he had in her was curling over and ramming into her most sensitive spot and into and out of her aching, stretched, soaking slit in the most perfect way.

She gasped out as her pussy clenched once, then again, even harder.

"Come for me," he moaned. "Come for me, oh God, just... let me feel you come for me..."

He bit her neck, hard enough to hurt; she yelped and clawed in hard against him, both loving and hating the glorious pain that made everything a trillion times more intense.

Her hips began to buck; she couldn't control herself, his body was overriding hers, all her pleasure centres were fusing into one white-hot incandescence centred just above his thrusting rod...

She squeezed her eyes closed, tried to angle herself more for him, open herself so he could take just... just a little more of him... into her.

She was close.

So close.

She never got this close this fast.

She had to fuck herself for ages to come.

Sometimes she couldn't even...

She had to work for it. She had to earn...

He didn't...

Oh...

Oh God...

He was so good.

At this.

He arched forward, fumbling for her nipple, contorting himself so he could take her nipple between his lips and... and flick his tongue... on... on her... as he... and...

Her entire body clenched and shuddered as all of a sudden, the table collapsed with a thunderous crash.

… …

Fortunately, they were both martial artists with exceptional reflexes. Albany swiftly caught her waist while Keisha wrapped her arms around his neck. As Albany stood upright with Keisha tightly embracing him, their sweat-slicked skin pressed together. The sudden movement drove him even deeper inside her.

Just at this moment, they both noticed a beautiful silhouette appraoched the house from the street. Under the moonlight, her long, flowing white dress shimmered with an otherworldly luminescence. Her porcelain skin seemed to absorb the silver glow, making her appear almost translucent.

Her disheveled blonde hair framed her lovely face, which bore fresh scratches on her cheek.

Albany and Keisha froze mid-embrace, as Rose Hightower quickened her steps to enter the house.