Vampire Lord | Book 5 | Vampire Lord 5: Conquering A Bloodthirsty Earth

by Jacobs, Logan

  I pushed my shaft into her waiting pussy, pulled out a little bit, thrust in again, and groaned as I felt my full length enter her. Her tunnel wrapped around my hard cock so perfectly that it was like it had been made just for me, and when I pulled out and thrust into her again, Catherine leaned forward even more so I could slide a little bit deeper into her.

  As I started to thrust faster and faster, her pelvis bounced against the arm of the couch so Catherine just gripped the cushions a little tighter and started to push her ass back toward me every time I thrust forward. It made me slide in deeper than I ever had before, and the feeling of her tight tunnel around my cock was more than I could take.

  “Fill me up, Sam!” Catherine gasped. “I’m… about to…”

  The auburn-haired beauty just buried her face down into the couch cushions as she came again so the fabric would muffle her screams. The sight of the long-legged girl as she climaxed for a third time was more than I could take, so as Catherine’s legs trembled and leaned up against the arm of the couch, I let myself release inside her.

  “Yesssss…” I growled as my cum burst out from the tip of my shaft to fill the auburn-haired girl up to the brim, but then I pulled back and thrust into her one final time to completely finish. As the last of my seed poured into her tunnel, Catherine made another muffled moan against the couch cushions. She tried to push herself up but then just collapsed back down, until we were both able to catch our breaths.

  When our legs stopped trembling, I slowly pulled out of the long-legged girl. She straightened up beside the couch, leaned over to lick up the last of my seed from my tip, and then moved over to sink her whole body down onto the couch.

  It was a heavy piece of furniture, so there was plenty of room for both of us on the cushions. I climbed onto the couch after her, wrapped my arms around her, and kissed the base of her neck where I felt her pulse still beat strongly.

  “Thank you,” Catherine whispered. “I think I really needed that.”

  “Me, too,” I said and then brushed my lips across her skin again. “You feel fantastic.”

  “Right back at you,” the auburn-haired girl said with a smile. “I mean it. It feels so fucking good when you cum inside me.”

  I tightened my grip around her as Catherine wiggled her way closer against me on the couch. I knew that we couldn’t afford to sleep for long, not if we wanted to get to her uncle’s cabin while it was still morning, but at the same time, we had to at least sleep a little bit.

  I didn’t know what we would find when we got to her uncle’s town or his cabin, but I wanted to make absolutely sure that I was as prepared as possible. He might be a bloodsucker himself, or he might just be dead, and the whole town could be the same way. We’d find out soon enough, but for the moment, I pulled Catherine a little closer to me and let my eyes close for a few minutes.

  I woke up when a streak of sunlight hit my face a couple hours later. It would have barely been more than a REM cycle if I was still human, so it would have left me groggy and cranky as fuck, but now that I was a vamp, I felt like I had just gotten a full night’s rest.

  “Wake up,” I whispered to Catherine. “We’ve gotta get moving, and you should eat something.”

  “Ughh,” Catherine groaned as she forced herself to sit up on the couch. “You know, not all of us are vampires, Spike. Some of us need a little more beauty rest than you do.”

  “You can sleep inside the truck some more,” I laughed. “We’ve got a decent hour or two left on the road.”

  “Okay,” my lover sighed, “but only because there might be breakfast.”

  After we were dressed again, we left the little library so we could go and join the rest of the girls in the kitchen. The smell of fresh bacon, toast, and a strong pot of coffee floated toward us through the sanctuary, so I figured that even though the church was small, it must have had a well-stocked refrigerator.

  I was just glad that the building still had power, so the girls could enjoy a hot-cooked breakfast before we got back on the road. Sure, we had propane tanks and a grill stuffed into the back of Rhino, but I didn’t want to use it out in the open just yet, since so far, we hadn’t come across any area that was deserted enough for me to feel like we were all safe.

  The rest of the girls were all around the kitchen table when we walked in, and Erika hurried to fix a plate for Catherine so she could join them.

  “Did you get some sleep, Sam?” Natalie winked at me.

  “Yeah, I did, thanks,” I said with a smile. “Everybody enjoy your food, but don’t take too long. I want to be on the road in about thirty minutes.”

  “You got it, boss,” Brianna said with a little salute before the curvy blonde drained half her coffee in one gulp.

  “So what’s the name of this town we’re going to, anyway?” Lily asked.

  “Red House, West Virginia,” Catherine sighed.

  “Red House?” Neko smirked. “Your uncle lives in a town named after the color of a house?”

  “Hey, it’s a real place!” Catherine said. “It’s teeny tiny, but it’s real.”

  “Are you sure?” Natalie grinned. “Have you ever actually been there?”

  “Well, no,” Catherine said, “but my dad’s been there, so I don’t think he would make it up.”

  “Is that where your family is from?” Lily asked.

  “No, but like kind of,” Catherine replied. “They’re from Huntington, WV, originally.”

  “How the hell did your dad manage to own his own ranch in Colorado if he’s from some small town in West Virginia?” Erika asked.

  “Well, Huntington isn’t small like Red House,” the auburn-haired girl said. “But my dad got some big inheritance from a great-aunt or something, and that’s when he moved out to Colorado.”

  “What about your uncle?” I asked.

  “Oh, yeah, Uncle James got an inheritance from her, too,” Catherine said, “but he wanted to stay in West Virginia, so supposedly, he just built himself a nice-ass cabin up in the woods outside of some small town that he used to hunt near. That way, he could still be a part of the town but also be separate from it.”

  “Is this town really that big?” I asked. “Big enough for him to need to get away?”

  “I don’t think so,” Catherine said with a shrug. “I think he just likes his privacy, but I’m not even sure that Red House is on the map.”

  “Didn’t your dad call your uncle Jimmy?” Natalie asked.

  “Yeah, but my dad also calls me Cat,” the long-legged girl replied. “It’s been a long-ass time since I’ve seen my uncle, but I do remember that he said his name was James and that he hated Jimmy, so that’s just what I call him now.”

  “And you remember how you dad said to get there?” Erika asked.

  “Yeah, but he did call again before we lost phone service to say that he was wrong about how to get there,” Catherine said. “For a man with a whole fucking cattle ranch, my dad doesn’t have a great sense of direction, but I guess he has only visited my uncle there once or twice.”

  “Then let’s just hope it’s not too hard to find,” I said. “You girls ready?”

  Once everyone had finished eating and were ready to get back inside the armored truck again, we piled in, and I pulled back out onto the road. Rhino rumbled along happily, like she had missed us while we were inside the church, so I patted her steering wheel affectionately.

  She was a good vehicle, and I planned for her to get us all the way out to Colorado, at least eventually.

  But for now, she just had to get us a little further down the road into West Virginia. We drove around the outside of Charleston before we hooked onto 64 to head northwest, and I ultimately decided to stay on 64 until it ran into 35, then 34, and then finally 62.

  I could have just hopped right on 62 and driven on the road right beside the river all the way up to Red House, but if I stayed on the south side of the river and came into town over land instead of over the river, it would allow me to stay
on a main interstate for just a little bit longer.

  It was a good thing, too, since as soon as I started driving on some of the back roads toward Red House, I had to get the girls to rearrange the luggage in the back and make sure that nothing went flying every time we hit a new bump in the road. At least Brianna had done a good job when she tied the fuel cans to the roof rack, since otherwise, we would have already accidentally doused ourelves in fucking diesel.

  Rhino certainly wasn’t an offroad vehicle, but she held her own as the roads started to get a little narrower and a little rougher. The number of potholes in the road was impressive, but since there was no one else around, I was able to maneuver our tires around the worst ones.

  After we finally crossed the river, it only took a few minutes for us to reach the gas station at the edge of Red House, and that was where the instructions from Catherine’s dad started. I hoped that he had actually remembered them correctly this time, but the moment we turned left onto a non-road by the first gas station we saw, I got a little worried.

  As Catherine recited the directions for me, Rhino just kept chugging along, even when the road turned into gravel and then into dirt. The river almost instantly disappeared behind us under a thick cover of trees, and things only got more isolated from there. The road started to twist and turn as it moved up the side of a mountain, and I wondered exactly how long we would be able to drive up it before we had to finish our trip on foot.

  If her uncle really did live out here, then this was as remote a place as anybody could have camped out at during the vampocalyse. On the one hand, it meant that James could definitely still be alive and well, since it was quite possible that nobody ever bothered him all the way up here. Of course, it would also be a great place for an ambush, because between the bumpy dirt road and the steep incline up the side of the mountain, there would be no real way to retreat from an attack.

  But just as I was about to tell the girls that we had to go forward on foot from here, the trees opened up onto a clearing up ahead. There was a massive cabin built into the side of the mountain, and its long glass windows looked out through the gap in the trees onto the valley below. It was built of plain brown wood, so even though it looked big enough to house two families, it still managed to look like a hunting cabin instead of some big-ass ski resort cottage.

  I slowed Rhino down as I looked for a decent patch of level ground where I could park her. It wasn’t actually that far between the main road and this cabin, but the winding road had made it sure as fuck feel like it was. I thought about taking the armored truck back down to the base of the mountain to park it securely down there, but that would mean we would all be exposed for too long, so I decided against it.

  The actual driveway of the cabin was quite steep, but there was a Jeep parked beside the door, so I hoped that was a good sign that James was still alive and well. Since the driveway was a little too steep for me to want to park Rhino on, I pulled her off onto a level patch of dirt at the base of the driveway.

  After I parked the armored truck, I looked back up at the cabin to try to decide how many weapons we should take to go investigate it. As I turned the engine off, I decided that I should only take Catherine and Neko with me, so the rest of the girls would be protected inside Rhino until we figured out exactly what we were up against… if anything.

  But the moment that the engine went silent, somebody started fucking shooting.

  Chapter 8

  The first spray of bullets bounced harmlessly off Rhino’s armored plating, but the girls and I all ducked just out of instinct. After at least eight shots, I lost count, but when the bullets paused, I poked my head up just above the steering wheel to look out.

  One of the windows above the side door was open, but at first, I didn’t see anyone or anything there. The shooter must have dropped out of sight in order to reload, but he would have to use a fuck-ton more bullets if he planned to get through Rhino’s armor.

  After all, this was exactly the kind of thing that my armored truck had been designed for, so it would take more than a few seconds of open fire to tear a hole in her side. Even the windshield was still completely intact, but that made me think that the shooter might be trying to blow out the tires instead.

  But what I really, really didn’t want to happen was for this motherfucker to shoot the cans of diesel up on the roof.

  Yeah, it might take a lot to make Rhino undriveable, since even if somebody managed to pop a tire, the armored truck would still be able to drive for a little bit before the tire needed to be replaced. But none of that would mean shit if the shooter lit us on fire.

  My only hope was that he was scared of just how much of an explosion it would make, so he might be worried that it would damage him and his cabin at the same time. Either way, I was just about ready to murder the asshole, since he had decided to open fire on us without a single warning.

  “What the fuck!” Neko shouted. “Who the fuck is shooting at us?”

  “Well, it can’t be vamps, right?” Natalie demanded. “I doubt they would shoot when they could just wait for us to step outside the truck and then attack us.”

  “Uh, yeah, plus they wouldn’t waste the fucking blood,” Catherine added.

  Another spray of bullets interrupted us, but when everything got quiet again, Erika spoke up.

  “But if they’re not vamps, then they’ve gotta be humans,” the techy girl began, “and if they’re humans, then that still doesn’t explain why they wouldn’t just wait for us to step out of the truck before they shot at us.”

  “I think they’re scared,” I said. “It doesn’t make sense to shoot at an armored truck unless you’re scared shitless.”

  “Of us?” Brianna whispered.

  “Well, yeah,” Natalie said. “It’s not really like there are a fuck-ton of armored trucks on the road, so we probably look pretty scary.”

  “They’re probably a lot more scared of whatever is inside the truck than they are of the armored plating,” I said, “so maybe they hope they’ll get lucky, and that they won’t actually have to face what’s inside.”

  “Well, you are pretty scary, Sam,” Brianna said with a smile. “I mean that in the best way possible.”

  “And that’s exactly how I took it,” I said and then winked at the curvy blonde.

  “So what are you saying?” Neko demanded. “That Catherine’s uncle saw us pull up and decided to just open fire?”

  “Um, are we really sure that this is actually your uncle’s place?” Lily asked. “We didn’t just, like, drive up to some random guy’s cabin in the middle of the woods, right?”

  “I mean, I don’t know what his cabin is supposed to look like,” Catherine said as the gunfire paused long enough for her to lift her head up and glance out the windshield. “It’s not like I’ve seen pictures, but we followed the directions!”

  “As long as your dad gave us the right directions this time,” Erika muttered.

  “Oh yeah, let me just call him up real fast or try to call my uncle,” Catherine said as she rolled her dark-brown eyes at the other girl. “Oh, wait! I can’t, because the fucking phones are dead!”

  “It’s not like you’d get much of a signal, anyway,” Neko said with a shrug. “So what’s the plan? How do we play this?”

  “I’m thinking,” I said through gritted teeth.

  There was a longer pause after the next spray of bullets, and I instantly decided that the next time the bullets stopped, I would jump out of Rhino, run inside, and try to get up to the room with the shooter as fast as possible. If there was more than one of them, I might be in trouble, but I could move faster than humans could, so I should be alright.

  Besides, I didn’t want to risk any of the girls with me. They might have bulletproof vests on, but that wouldn’t do anything against a shot to the head, so it made more sense for me to try to take down the shooter or shooters on my own, and then they could come in when I was finished.

  But if the shooter really was
a human, then they must think we were all bloodsuckers because otherwise, there was no reason to start shooting quite so quickly. If they had thought we were just humans who wanted to break in and steal supplies, then the shooter would have waited until we got out of the truck to open fire. Instead, they had panicked and started to shoot the moment the engine turned off, and that must mean that the shooter had some experience with vamps before.

  Maybe Red House and the cabin outside it weren’t all that isolated, after all.

  I had started to get goddamn pissed off that this asshole was doing his best to fuck up my armor-plated baby, so I was about ready to run in there and tear his head off, and if he was Catherine’s uncle, then that was too damn bad. But just as I opened my mouth to tell the girls my plan to run inside and stop the shooter, Catherine poked her head up to look out the windshield again, and this time, her jaw fell open.

  “Oh, shit!” the auburn-haired girl said. “It really is his cabin.”

  “What made you suddenly figure that out?” Brianna demanded. “What are you--”

  “I’ve got this!” Catherine said, and then she launched herself over the other girls in the back of the truck.

  “Catherine, you can’t just--” I started.

  “It’s family,” the long-legged girl said with a grin.

  The moment the next spray of gunfire stopped, she flung open Rhino’s back door, jumped out, and ran toward the front of the truck as she waved her arms wildly back and forth.

  “Uncle James!” she shouted. “It’s Kitty-Cat Catherine!”

  I moved toward the door to jump out after her, but Natalie caught my arm.

  “If it’s her uncle, he might not take kindly to some random man who jumps out and tackles her,” my girlfriend said.

  “Yeah, but I don’t want to take the chance that it’s not her uncle,” I said, and then I jumped out of the armored truck and raced toward Catherine.

  As soon as I reached her side, I wrapped my arms around her and pivoted her body around, so my back faced the open window of the cabin. I was fully prepared for a hail of bullets to explode through my limbs or pummel the back of my vest, but at least I had gotten to Catherine before any of the rounds sliced her open.