Human Purity Alliance (Hypernaturals 4)

The Baby Needs Her Father

I woke up when Morgan crawled into bed. Well, more accurately, when Jessica held my arm still as she slid the needle in, and Morgan appeared in bed on the other side at the same time.

"What the ..." I started

"Shush. Hold still." Jessica said, taping the needle into place.

I did as told, and looked over at Morgan, who looked over at me and smiled. "Good afternoon Adrian." She said. Jessica came around to Morgan's side of the bed and set up the transfusion apparatus.

"Afternoon?" I looked over at the bedside clock. After one in the afternoon. "What the ..." I said again, starting to repeat myself.

"We are going to give you some of Morgan's blood. We are also going to give you some human blood. And some saline." Jessica said. There was professionalism in her voice and the way she worked, but also guilt. "Morgan came by to donate as we talked about last night, and when you were not waking up, I checked you. I took too damn much last night."

Morgan's nostrils flared. I know that with her senses she received Vampire 3D sensurround on the activities here. I raised my un-needled arm to my neck, which still hurt. I noticed without comment that the other places her fangs roamed further south did not feel any more pain than they normally would from an active night in bed. Usually, by this time the next day, the holes in my neck or shoulder are mostly healed.

Jessica nodded when she saw me touch my neck tentatively "I saw that as well. Another sign I took too much. You are not healing as quickly as you should."

"But... The baby..."

Jessica was disgusted with herself. "The baby needs her father to be in one piece. If I cannot control the compulsion better than this, then I will fill up ahead of bedtime on human blood from the blood bank or something. Whatever. You have the night off. Also, now you are going to be Morgan flavored so that will be interesting."

I got the logic of it, but damn it: there are not that many more days left to this pregnancy.

"Can we at least have make love?" I asked. Normally I would never say such a thing with Morgan there, but there are only so many days you can make love to your pregnant wife, and then they are gone. Before Jessica could answer, I became suddenly distracted.

When Helen had been run through by a spear by William, we all transfused her while Jessica and my mother operated to save her life. She said she could feel our blood in her. I understood that now, as Morgan's blood entered my body. I moaned in pleasure.

I suddenly had this amazing cool wash of calmness running up my arm, and through my heart to my brain and slowly spreading out. Layered over that is this feeling of knowing. This differs from drinking blood. This brings the person directly into your body. Not in a telepathy, I can read Morgan's mind kind of way, but suddenly, her scent filled my brain. Every tiny emotion that can be expressed with a physical change in her body I became suddenly even more hyperaware of.

Morgan is a very calm, very collected person on the outside, but I felt the things that seeth below that surface. I felt the scents of sex on our bed give rise to a response in her, and then I felt her tamp her desire back down. Her desire and then her response to that desire came over me at the same time. I felt all of Morgan. The volcano that bubbled and roiled under the calm.

I feel Morgan's potential.

I flashed on when I bit her and with a sudden and deep insight felt how deeply affected she still is by that singular event.

"Oh. Wow." I said.

If Jessica was going to answer my question about sex, she stopped when she heard the tone in my voice. "What?"

"This is... Amazing. Just amazing. Do you remember how Helen said she could feel us in her when we gave her blood? This is something else. Something new. Really. Drinking blood is nothing. This is how Vampires should experience each other's blood. Inside."

I looked over at Morgan "It's like being filled with your goodness. Your calmness. Your rational intelligence. My god, I feel better than I have in... A long time. Wow. Just... wow. Thank you." I left out the part about the lust. None of my business to know it lurked other than I know who it is directed at. This is an unfair peek behind the curtains and I am damned if I am going to say anything about it.

Morgan looked over at me, her long brown hair draped over the pillow that usually has Jessica's long black hair draped over it. With her blood in me, in some odd way, I felt no cognitive dissonance about it being the wrong woman. She smiled warmly. "You are welcome. It is not often someone gets to help have a baby in such a visceral way."

I breathed in and out slowly, enjoying the hidden layers of Morgan until Jessica said "OK. Enough." She switched Morgan out of the circuit and did a few things to hang a bag from a hanger she set up. On the other side of the hanger, she hung another bag with a clear liquid in that.

"Morgan, you don't need to be low either. Too much going on. I am going to replace the fluid, add some human plasma. Lay still."

I felt the influx of Morgan trickle away. I wanted her back inside me. It would be addictive to have her blood all the time. Habit-forming, to say the very least.

The blood that followed Morgan's into me is human. Human-ish. While not the rush that Morgan's is,  the blood is very distinctive. "Angel gave blood?" I asked. Morgan looked impressed, but Jessica only nodded "Yes. She wanted to help any way she could."

I guess Jessica is less impressed because she already knew what a rush blood can be. This is nothing I ever understood before, but now I thought about when Jessica, and even when Helen sucked so greedily from me. How they acted about it.

I lay there experiencing a new set of sensations from Angel. I could almost feel her hyper-intuition. A new feeling rose up. My brain started hopping around, making wild connections. My intuition felt like it is running wild. Her special talent is that she almost always seems to know what people need before they know they need it.

I understood. Jessica looks different. I saw new things about her. Her guilt about draining me, previously visible, illuminated and in thirty-six point bold type and written across everything she did or said.

"Jessica, can this be set up to put blood in a loop? I mean take a pint, give a pint?" I asked

"I can set up something like that, yes." Jessica said.

"Then when I am up to full strength, we need to hook up to each other. You absolutely must feel this. Feel me inside you this way. I don't get why Vampires don't carry around transfusion rigs to all their parties."

"I wonder. Helen said something like that, but you seem to be getting a sort of high. As if your hypersensitive nature is reading more into the new blood than even Helen received. Interesting." Jessica looked over at the bag of blood that dripped rapidly into me thoughtfully. "It also makes me wonder about what Mom talked about last night. What if your blood is different? Your mutation?"

Jessica pulled out her phone and called my mother, who appeared in the bedroom a few minutes later. Jessica related everything I said about the feelings I am getting from the blood.

"Well, my dear. I think our Morgan is a good sign he is different from your standard-issue Vampire." Mom repeated her point from Dinner.

I pointed this out before, and I am singing to the choir, but I still said it. "I am not sure how that can be known, Mom. Male Vampires are not only rarely made, by the time Probation is finished there are even fewer. A lot of them don't make it through that bottleneck. How many of those did not make it because they are different?"

Morgan agreed. It is starting to feel slightly weird to hear Morgan's voice on that side of the bed instead of Jessica's. The temptation Morgan is for me making me uncomfortable. Everyone's needs so transparent, I felt like I mine must be as well.

My puritanical cultural baggage (or is that garbage?) dictates that I should not be happy with two women at the same time. If I was single, dating several women at the same time would get a big 'Meh'. Even though I know it hurts her, I still hold Helen at arm's length. Culturally induced mental stupidity is hard to let go of.

If Angel's blood is still active next time I see Helen, what would I perceive? Feel? Hear?