Thirteen One More Round

Beep beep! Harry's phone rang, slicing through the thick silence of the night. It was the princess calling, his younger sister, always too noisy and never minding her own business. Earlier that day, she had noticed the hickeys on my neck, attempting to bring it up during dinner, right in front of the entire royal family.

"Umm... Charli, your neck is red, what happened to you?" she had asked with a grin. Harry, caught off guard, choked on his drink, coughing loudly, nearly giving us away. Lord Vladimir, sensing the awkwardness, laughed and interjected before I could muster a lie.

"Hahaha, vampires, somebody decided to celebrate the Full Moon Festival early!" His jest sent laughter around the table, though the Queen's face remained stone-cold, her eyes piercing through me. I prayed she wasn't suspecting anything. What was her deal? Did she dislike my presence, or was it just the idea of dining with someone from another royal family?

"Harry, wake up... Harry... Harry... Babe..." I whispered, pulling him from his deep slumber. "Hmmm... What?!" He grumbled, rubbing sleep from his eyes. "Your sister is calling." My voice was low, sharing his annoyance. Why couldn't this girl just let us be?

"Damn! What does she want?!" Harry complained, ignoring the call. It was about 4 a.m., and we were still basking in the afterglow. The twins beside us were in a deep, dreamless sleep. We realized then that her call might have saved us from being discovered in our compromising position. It was time to leave before dawn broke. Harry needed sun protection; thus, it was better to depart early. Being half-witch, I didn't require such measures, a secret I kept closely guarded.

People assumed I was as vulnerable to sunlight as any vampire, but I wasn't. My mother, who raised me, might have known, seeing as she was privy to almost everything about me. This witch heritage came with numerous advantages; I was immune to vampire poison, unphased by running water, not allergic to garlic, and the darkness was my ally.

"What about these guys?" Harry asked, concern etching his features. "Don't worry, they won't remember anything," I reassured him, casting a spell over the sleeping twins. They'd wake up confused, perhaps with vague memories of meeting a guy at a party, but the specifics, especially the vampiric details, would be lost to them. My fangs had left hickeys, but no trace of venom would linger to alter their lives.

We left, still undressed from our nocturnal escapades. Harry carried me, and we flew naked into the pre-dawn sky. At four in the morning, flying like this, the black witches below must have been baffled, unsure if they were witnessing witches or vampires. Witchy indeed! We made it to Harry's tower in the Darker Ville palace. I was exhausted but exhilarated, craving sleep, yet Harry, somehow, was ready for more. How could he still be so full of energy after last night's marathon? But it was the Full Moon Fest, a time when everyone was allowed to let loose. With the little strength I had left, I obliged, knowing he'd do most of the work. We went for one more round that morning. It was the longest one yet. I had never celebrated a Full Moon Festival like this one. The festival was a whirlwind of blood, sex, sweat, and semen, elements I usually avoided, but the night had swept me into its vortex.

I kept wondering how werewolves celebrated their own Full Moon Fest. Harry was riding me like I was some kind of sex doll, his stamina seemingly endless even after our flight. At five in the morning, he was still on me, tireless. I must have dozed off several times, only to be woken by my own orgasms, his prowess undeniable. Was he a sex god? The sex continued until six, when I could no longer keep up. I was sated, exhausted to the point of collapse, and I passed out right after he finished.

I wondered what my mother was thinking. She probably hadn't slept a wink, worrying about me. But I was grown now, with enough power to look after myself, except in moments like this at Harry's tower, where he had drained all my energy. I was glad she didn't call during my hibernation period. Vampires could hibernate for days without needing food or even an entire season. This was my first time, and I wasn't sure how long I'd be out. Mother would be pissed if I spent the whole week asleep. The thought of her knowing every detail of my life, including my moods and sexual activities, was mortifying.

I remember when I almost had sex with a senior back in high school at sixteen. Mother had sensed it coming, ready to intervene, but my grandmother trusted me, advising her against it. Losing virginity for a witch unlocked new magical powers, and that day, I only kissed an alpha wolf on rut, but when it came down to it, I changed my mind and ran away. Mother was relieved, grandmother disappointed. When I got home, Mother confronted me. I tried denying the encounter, but she knew.

"Baby, there's nothing wrong with having sex, but you should be an adult. That's adult stuff, I know you're just a teen and the hormones, that's natural," she had said. Now, as an adult, I felt no shame in embracing my desires. As I lay there, in the quiet aftermath of our passionate night, I pondered on the complexities of our lives.

Here in Darker Ville, the lines between pleasure and duty, between the mundane and the magical, blurred into a spectrum of existence that was both thrilling and daunting. The Full Moon Festival had once again shown me the depth of our primal natures, the freedom in our dark, nocturnal world. But as dawn approached, bringing with it the weight of responsibility and the ever-present danger of sunlight for most of my kind, I knew this peace, this moment of pure indulgence, wouldn't last. The world of the undead was never without its shadows, and as I drifted into hibernation, I couldn't help but wonder what new adventures and challenges awaited us when I awoke.