okay guys, so sorry for the long title. This is for all you craved hormonal loved ones. I hope you enjoy this, like it's predecessor.

Warnings-no infringement intended on the characters of Anne Rice and the vampire chronicles, also it contains sex and possible spoilers for the vampire chronicles.

"I want to draw you," Jeanne-Marie suddenly blurted out to Lestat one calm New Orleans night. Ever since Jeanne-Marie and Lestat's first night together, they made sure to spend an equal amount of time together to get to know each other.

Lestat smiled and struck a vogue pose standing over Jeanne who was comfortably sitting in a plush recliner. "No, I mean it you goof ball!" Jeanne laughed, shaking a small fist at him.

"I'm sorry chère, where would you like me? And how?"

"You sound like a waiter, and I'll take you frequently and first slow then rougher." Jeanne grinned evily as Lestat hoovered over her in the chair.

"Your minds in the gutter," Lestat whispered, lowering himself carefully onto her lap.

"Whose had their mind in the gutter for 237 years, and almost 238 this summer?"

"Perv," Lestat retorted.

Jeanne smiled and pulled Lestat gently by the hair to face her before she kissed him smack on the lips.

"Not that it's a bad thing..." the vampire purred.

Lestat picked Jeanne-Marie up and carried her into her bedroom.

"What would you like me to do for a pose?"

"Undress first, then we can talk about that later."

"Ooooo"

"I'm serious you french..."

Lestat raised one eyebrow.

"Quit it!" Jeanne squealed, searching for her art pad and pencils, avoiding Lestat's gaze.

"I haven't done anything yet!"

"Well start stripping!"

"Of course mademoiselle....perv." Lestat chuckled and began to peel off his clothes, tossing them to the side.

Jeanne was sitting on the bed when Lestat walked up to her completely naked, she looked up and blushed, not having seen him naked since their first night together.

"You look good enough to eat." Lestat smiled seductively, running his fingers through her brown curling hair.

"Promise?" Jeanne said turning her head to grab a HB leaded pencil from the case. "Go lay by the fireplace, and do that thing you do to me and Louis."

Lestat snorted, "Which 'thing'? I do a lot of things."

"That you do, but that satisfied cat thing you do. You know, the cat that just at the canary look?"

"I don't do that!"

"You most certainly do and are incredibly sexy looking when you do it," Jeanne-Marie winked.

"O, well then," Lestat laid out by the fireplace.

"Rest you head on your arms and look at me."

Lestat obeyed without another comment. Reaching for her pencils and eraser, Jeanne-Marie began to lightly sketch his body in...

Only two hours later, Jeanne finally looked up from her art pad and smiled, "You can move now, lovely one."

Stiffly, but quickly nonetheless, Lestat got up and moved to Jeanne looking at the picture, "mon dieu," he whispered as she turned the art pad to face him. Lestat took the book and suddenly kissed Jeanne on the lips, "It's incredible chère." Lestat smiled and put it down, looking back at Jeanne.

"Uh oh," Jeanne laughed softly, crawling up more onto the bed. Suddenly, Lestat tackled her, pushing her onto her back. He set himself on top of her and began to snicker, "What about the eating again?"

"Oh no you don't," Jeanne hissed, Pushing him off her and climbing onto him, straddling his hips, and holding his wrists against the bed.

"I'm going to rape you." she snarled over him.

"But rape is when you refuse..." Lestat started.

"Then I'm going to fuck you until you scream."

Lestat's eyes widened, never before hearing "this" type of language come from Jeanne.

"Sound good?" she laughed, grinding herself against Lestat's hardening organ. Without haste, she peeled her shirt off over her head and tossed it away. Lestat helped her with the bra and also tossed that too. He leaned up and feed hungrily on her milky white breasts, letting his tongue move around the areola and his teeth graze the tipe of her pink nipple that was becoming rigid with passion.

Rolling Jeanne over onto her back, Lestat laughed and they both began to fight with her jeans, struggling in passion to slip them off.

Finally, in lusty rage Lestat man handled Jeanne Marie's jeans and flung them away, pulling her underwear off at the same time. Eager to take her, Lestat had to remind himself that she was a virgin and only that. he lowered himself to that soft furry triangle of dark brown hair and nuzzled it, lowering himself past it and to her secret spot, where he took her wet throbbing womanhood into his mouth and began sucking gently, and nibbling.

Jeanne bucked under him and began to squirm, her whole body burning for his touch. When she suddenly screeched his name through the whole house, Lestat knew she had just had her first climax and was already building up her second one as Lestat came up to lick her subtle pink lips.

Nudging his knee in between Jeanne's legs, Lestat let his hand slip down to her thickening wetness. He gently pressed his fingers against her labia and then her clitoris, easing into her vaginal passage, making her come one more time up into his open palm.

Thrusting his finger back and forth within Jeanne, Lestat lowered himself over her positioning his stiff organ to begin the slidding rhythm with his fingers.

When Lestat entered her with his organ abruptly, Jeanne made a soft whimper, but then cried out, not in pain, but in complete ecstasy. Rising into passionate outcries once again, Jeanne climaxed, a thrid time almost instantaneously as Lestat entered her.

Lestat showed Jeanne-Marie how to create a rhythmic flow of passion between them with thrusting and plunging mixed with loud groans.

With a loud grunt and shout, Lestat's mind blew and he climaxed, pumping into Jeanne, over coming her hips with downward plunges until she came into a fourth climax, pushing herself up off the bed with her heels and arching her back receiving Lestat's thrusts.

Minutes later, the two of them lay together panting heavily against themselves.

"Four times!" Jeanne yelped, thrilled with herself in her new experiences.

"Mon dieu, you have the vigor of a 10,000 year old immortal!" Lestat gased.

"Female hormonal thing as a young girl." Jeanne sighed softly, rolling on top of Lestat

"Surely you don't mean to...." Lestat whispered.

"Does that mean I get to rape you? Or fuck you until you scream?" Jeanne pressed Lestat's wrists to the bed and straddled his hips.

"You're not possibly strong enough to..."

Jeanne smashed her lips up to Lestat's roughly, yet, sweetly tasting the deep cavern of his mouth. Her hand reached down to caress his organ again, until it was hard and ready.

Steadying herself over Lestat, Jeanne suddenly dropped her body down onto his.

Their rhythm started again, this time Jeanne-Marie on top, the thrusting, plunging, and groaning until finally they climaxed again, Jeanne riding on Lestat's hips.

When they flopped over together, laughing with the strength the had left, Lestat turned to Jeanne and snuggled against her sweaty body.

"Perv," Lestat purred. He moaned into a pillow.

"How many years and with who?" Jeanne-Marie whispered back before kissing him once again.

(the end)