The only way Napoleon could describe what happened next was to say Illya wrapped his vampiric mind around his human lover's and swallowed it.
What had been two became one, irrevocably inseparable.
The blond half of himself began to caress his other self as they drifted weightlessly above the bed. Without the impediment of gravity he could use both hands and feet without worrying about supporting himselves, and it was a joyous exploration of discovery. Both parts of himself knew what the other had previously experienced as enjoyable, but it was exciting to learn new things about himself from himself.
Lips followed where fingers had been, kissing, licking, nibbling, and sucking gently. He was careful to pay particular attention to earlobes, collar bones, nipples, navels, hip bones, and any other areas which gave pleasure. He positioned himselves so he might have access to his shafts, and the two of him began to kiss, lick, tease, and suckle his thighs, balls, and cocks while fondling his asses.
His vampiric half paused from deepthroating his human half, releasing his member to wrap his tongue around each of his balls in turn and draw them into his mouth to gently suck them. His tongue then leisurely stroked his perineum a few times before darting over his anus, coating it with saliva and teasing it before pressing against it and slipping inside.
**Oh dear God yes,** his human self mentally moaned as his other self's tongue probed him intimately and his thumb stroked his perineum, thus stimulating his prostate from within and without. He nearly stopped what he was doing for his vampiric half as bolts of pure pleasure flashed from his groin to his brain and across the rest of his nervous system.
**Oh yes oh please don't stop oh please don't stop ohhh . . .** The last word was verbalized around the shaft in his mouth as his other self speeded up and used his other hand to stroke his human half's aching member.
It was too much for mere mortal flesh to endure for long, and his human self arched his back and convulsed as his climax hit. His vampiric half pumped him completely, gathering his seed and using it to open and stretch his passage as he floated dazed in midair. He repositioned himself, draping his human legs over his vampiric shoulders and slowly pressing his shaft against the stretched and relaxed ring of muscle and inside him. He could feel himself hardening again as his other self moved inside him, slowing as release approached and speeding up as the urgency passed, gradually building the pleasure until even non-mortal flesh could no longer contain it. When the pleasure peaked for the final time it was as if a bright bolt of pure light shot from groins to brains, out the tops of his heads and stretched to infinity, taking his mind with it to the edges of the universe before collapsing back into his bodies. Both his selves passed out from the sensory overload.
When they awoke some while later they found themselves laying on the bed, their minds separate but still touching. The white panther lay across the foot of the bed and regarded them with an aristocratic look as they regained their bearings.
**So the beginning ends, and the ending begins,** she said.