Crossroads Coven: Sex, Blood, and Rock 'n' Roll (Siren Publising LoveXtreme Special Edition)

by Jools Louise

  “Such a sexy little minx,” Connie said approvingly, fondling my tits. “You respond so impeccably to our every touch. You are exquisite in your passion.”

  “Hmmm, she tastes good, too.” Milly giggled, sinking her fangs into my neck and bringing me to instant orgasm. I convulsed between them, shuddering as I found my pleasure, feeling the pull of Milly’s lips against my skin and Connie fondling my sensitive breasts, tweaking my nipples.

  Milly lifted me a little higher, and I wrapped my legs around Connie’s waist, arching my back as Connie began to suck at my nipples, biting deep and drinking of me as she took her fill of my body. I cried out, grinding against her, my face pulled to the side. I felt the scratch of a stubbly jaw as Sven began to kiss me. He fisted a handful of hair, holding me in place, guiding my hand to his cock. I jacked him off willingly, his height such that when he moved in behind me and parked his cock at my rear entrance, he was the perfect angle to sink deep inside my clenching tunnel. Connie kept up her erotic suction, feeding from me voraciously. Milly, not to be left out, rubbed at my pussy insistently and began to kiss me again, her breasts soft against my arm. I reached up, found her nipples, and pinched them hard, rolling them between finger and thumb, listening to her gasps of delight. I writhed between my lovers, eyes closed as I lost myself in their skillful mastery of my body.

  “So fucking tight,” Sven said approvingly, nibbling at my throat as he made love to my ass. His cock filled me perfectly, his entry so smooth that the burn was minimal, the pleasure intense. I groaned against Milly’s mouth as he kneaded my ass, fucking me with long, slow strokes.

  “Bring her to me,” Mercer suddenly requested, his voice hoarse with desire.

  I looked over at him and watched Julius, cock-deep inside Mercer’s beautiful ass, claiming his commander with hard, driving strokes. I gasped as I was carried over, still impaled on Sven’s thick cock. A wide bench had been built, which Mercer was kneeling on, with Julius pumping him from behind. Julius came with a hoarse groan, his fangs sinking into the big African’s shoulder before he collapsed on his commander’s back, panting.

  Julius moved aside, and Mercer was laid out on his back, his thick black cock jutting proudly upward. I licked my lips, feeling myself positioned to straddle Mercer’s gorgeous cock, Sven embedded in my ass still. Mercer gripped my waist, and his hungry gaze roved over my taut breasts. Connie’s bite marks stood out against my pale skin, blood oozing from them. My head lolled back as I was lowered, sinking onto Mercer’s massive cock, feeling my pussy stretching impossibly wide to accommodate his eye-watering girth. With the thickness of Sven’s cock at the rear, I felt as though I would be split in two, despite having taken them many times before. It had been awhile, though, and I quivered like an untried filly being breached for the very first time.

  “Here, my lovely,” Mercer murmured soothingly, pulling me down to meet his lips.

  I opened for him, relaxing, and he took my mouth hungrily. I eagerly accepted his dominance and gave as good as I got, the kiss almost brutally passionate as our lips mashed together in a desperate reunion after so long apart. That first kiss had been only the start.

  I glanced to the side and saw Julius sucking at Connie’s huge tits, his hands beneath the water, and by the look on her beautiful face, he was finger fucking her pussy. Milly had disappeared for a brief moment but returned with a large, black, double-ended dildo. I watched dazedly as she inserted it deep into her pussy and then moved into place behind the prince. She grinned at me, slapped Julius’s ass, and then inserted it into his clenching chute. He gave a guttural groan of approval, jutting his ass out as he was fucked skillfully with the big toy. Connie moved backward, hopping onto the side of the pool, spreading her legs wide and displaying her dripping black pussy. Julius moved carefully, still joined to Milly’s dildo, and lifted one knee onto the bench just beneath Connie. Standing on one leg, he lifted one of Connie’s, draping it over his shoulder before dipping his head and eating her out. Her screams of pleasure reverberated, her tits jiggling furiously at his talented ministrations. Milly began to fuck him in earnest, her moans of pleasure blending with the other sounds of the orgy, in full swing now.

  My lovers began to move, Mercer fucking up into me as I rode him, with Sven skewering my ass, his tempo increasing incrementally. I was soon bouncing between them, clutching at Mercer’s massive chest for balance as the two big vampires pounded at me relentlessly. I came again and again and again as they fondled my pussy and tits. Mercer literally ate at my tits, biting where Connie had done and sucking me as he fed greedily. Sven struck from behind, biting into my neck, holding me in place as he drank. The sexual pull was almost painfully intense, the dual assault of their vampire pheromones, plus their hard fucking, a never-ending deluge of sensations.

  Sven came hard, spurting into my ass as he roared his release. He jerked erratically, making me come yet again, and then fell aside as Silas, Aaron, and Daniel approached, cocks hard and dripping with arousal. Mercer flipped me, and I ended up on my hands and knees on the bench. Daniel kissed me passionately, and then he and Aaron slid onto the bench, lying on their backs, locking legs so their bodies formed one entity, their cocks standing to attention, as thick together as Mercer’s solo tool. I held my breath as Mercer guided me onto the double meat, my pussy loose and willing, enveloping the pulsing cocks easily. I arched my back, sinking back onto Mercer’s lap, his cock driving deeper inside me before shoving my pelvis forward again. My lovers let me take the lead, squeezing my tits as I fucked myself, balancing on Aaron’s chest. I leaned lower, kissing him hungrily, and heard a low groan from Mercer. Glancing back, I saw Daniel’s face buried between Mercer’s ass cheeks and heard the squishy sounds of him eating the big stud out.

  The tempo increased as Mercer took control again, holding me in place as he began to shunt in and out of my ass. His big balls slapped my butt with each hard, driving stroke as I lay prone atop Aaron, shoving back with each thrust of Mercer’s dick. When he withdrew, he allowed me to lift up a little, before sliding down and back again. With three cocks inside me, it was a tight squeeze, the friction almost unbearable as my ultra-sensitive flesh took them over and over again. Mercer reached around, rubbing hard at my engorged clit, and I shattered, my final climax ripping through me like a tidal wave, destroying me. With a wrenching wail, I came and came and came and felt the triple groans as my lovers came, as well, undone by my clenching muscles. With a sigh, replete finally, I collapsed, my ass and pussy sated, overflowing with warm, creamy essence.

  I felt myself lifted and snuggled into a huge chest, scenting Mercer’s familiar aroma.

  “Now for some rest,” he whispered. I nodded before tumbling into slumber.

  * * * *

  Julius

  I came, spattering cum over Connie’s beautiful pussy, my ass skewered by a dildo, and heard my playmates find their own release. Mercer, in the throes of Eva’s sexy cunt, was rebonding with our circle, via our little blonde temptress’s lush body.

  After kissing Connie and Milly, I left the orgy, stepping from the large pool and grabbing a towel. Smiling, I heard Mercer come, heard his roar of appreciation, and sent a message for the rest of the coven to make for the comfort of our communal bed, wanting to prepare it for my darling commander. This night, we would all sleep together. I, for one, needed the comfort of their presence around me but had something to do first. It had been a trying few weeks. Leaving Mercer to be bait, even knowing of his skill as a warrior, had been tense. I had half expected to never see him again. I never wanted to feel like that again.

  Our abode was large, comfortable, and would literally take an atomic explosion to even make a dent in it. The former owner had valued security, and built a veritable fortress to keep people from getting close. We had enjoyed our time here, and I intended to make it our permanent home. I had enjoyed our time in the middle of society, but I had changed my initial plans. I had seen the troubles our newest members had suffered at Theo’s hands and kn
ew there were so many who were prime targets for Theo’s coven. Young, untried, and vulnerable. They were “different,” attracted to men and women alike. It saddened me that humans couldn’t enjoy their bodies as we did. There was nothing more exciting as losing myself inside a warm, willing partner.

  I wanted our new home to provide a refuge for such lost, converted souls. This would be my legacy. We would still retain our title, Crossroads Coven, but it would mean far more than just a place to have a drink and some sexy time. The tavern had been a meeting place, to have fun and frolics and some good old-fashioned crimson goodness from the veins of their guests. I wanted this new home to represent a new era for our coven. I wanted to create a safe haven, perhaps a network of similar places around the world. I didn’t want younglings like Luc to fall into the hands of the monsters. I wanted them to become strong and decent, not warped and vicious.

  The rest of the coven was just about finished with their orgy and lying about in various states of sated bliss. I spied Luc and the other newbies and gestured for them to follow me. I had something I needed them to do for me. A test of sorts. I had the realization that it was time to deal with a certain monstrous vampire, or we would forever be running. When I had claimed Luc, I had set in motion a chain reaction, something that meant I now had cause to act. I had felt, during our bonding with Mercer, that it was now time to deal the final hand.

  I led the way down a short ramp and into the main living quarters. Like our winter accommodations in Canada, this could be locked down, if under threat, and we could remain here for years if need be.

  “Your Highness?” Luc asked hesitantly. “Is something wrong?”

  I glanced at him and then at the five who followed close behind. Two females and four males. Luc was the one I trusted the most. The others had potential, but I needed to be absolutely sure. I also didn’t need my inner circle to interfere, or they would go into protective mode and try to stop me. They did not know that Luc was someone special and his claiming had triggered something in me. I smiled to myself as I felt pure power coursing through my veins as my demon evolved, growing and stretching as it shrugged into its final form.

  We entered a chamber at the far end of a fairly long corridor, its walls bare rock and its interior sparsely decorated with thin matting on the floor. Attached to the walls, weapons racks contained various implements and swords. One rack contained hunting rifles, which we used for no-kill target practice, not hunting. Modern battle techniques provided a different kind of skill set, and my coven were all fairly competitive, vying to beat each other while enhancing their accuracy. Most of my older coven mates were well versed in more ancient combat, and we enjoyed a rousing game of gladiator when the mood arose. Silas and Sven often took on Mercer and me, clashing swords or spears or maces, and getting a good workout at the same time. Now it was time for my new members to prove themselves. I was curious to see how they would react if given a lethal weapon that had the capacity to decapitate me, someone they had only a short while ago been ordered to kill. Had my initial bonding worked, or did I need to weed out another traitor from our midst?

  I met Luc’s eyes and winked as he showed signs that he understood what was happening.

  “Yes, Luc, this is our training room,” I said casually, eyeing the others’ body language with interest. One female was looking nervous, more so than I would expect. One of the males, however, looked uncomfortably pleased to see the myriad blades that adorned the place.

  “We are outlaws, at war with a powerful coven,” I said, walking to retrieve a samurai sword, its blade glinting in soft lighting, courtesy of a solar-powered electrical system. I ran a finger along the gleaming steel and smiled a little. I had fought fiercely with this sword once upon a time, when the days of the samurai were drawing to a close. My lover at the time, a wickedly smart young man, had been as skilled with his cock as he was with his blade. He had been killed in the battle, dying with honor defending his people. Whenever I used this sword, I channeled his energy and remembered his sacrifice in the name of loyalty.

  “My coven is my family,” I continued, pausing briefly to stare each newbie in the eye. “I love them with every part of my being and I expect the same from them in return.” I swished the sword from left to right, samurai-style. “I have found a new home, and I intend to stay here for as long as we need. I do not wish to live in fear that my family is in danger from traitors within our tanks, traitors who have been given sanctuary and treated kindly.” I stared hard at the nervous female, who flinched. “So I propose a little test of your intentions. Do you wish to stay here, safely, and work with me to build this coven into a loving home?” I nailed the eager beaver with another hard glare. He stood his ground, lifting his chin and staring right back. “If you wish to return to your old life, aiding and abetting a murderous asshole, then I need to know. I will not have a repeat of what happened last year.”

  “You aren’t even a prince,” sneered the young vampire, who wore a thick, brown leather jacket with a fleecy lining, ripped jeans, and Carhartt boots in a light tan color. “At least you knew what to expect from Theo. If we fucked up, we died. What are you gonna do if we ignore you? Cry?”

  I smiled at him and then laughed aloud. Damned if I didn’t like his sass. I struggled to read him, his thoughts blocked from me. The others had a similar affliction, which made it difficult to trust them. Luc, I had already vetted. His bond with his masters was broken. These five were a different matter entirely. They still had that connection with their sire and he was obviously still blocking their innermost thoughts. Luc had been different, since Theo had been unsure that I was a threat or not, since I had been running from him all this time, and had not been too careful about protecting his coven from possible spies. Now that his minions had been attacked, he was shielding most of their thoughts from me, as I had done with my own family. The bond with these younglings now needed to be severed, one way or another. I could not put my coven in any more danger than it already was. We had enough to contend with.

  “You’re going to kill us?” the nervy female asked, eyeing the sword I held fearfully.

  “I’m going to test you,” I corrected her. “I’m going to ask you to do something. I expect you to obey, without question. Is that understood?” All but Luc nodded. He was looking extremely worried now, staring from me to the sword and back again.

  “I won’t fight you,” he said abruptly.

  I hid a smile at his response. It was exactly what I had expected, but I merely arched my brow haughtily I straightened, my back ramrod stiff, and glared.

  “You would refuse a direct order?” I demanded, raking him with my disdain.

  Luc pouted, looking torn. “I will not fight you,” he repeated, crossing his arms over his chest stubbornly.

  I had to turn away or else I would have given the game away. He was cute as a button, his body covered in bites and drying cum, his cock limp and looking well used. I would add my seed to the mess on his body later…after the test.

  “You,” I said, pointing to the female who was now verging on terrified. I glanced again at the others. Mr. Attitude rolled his eyes and kept the sneer on his face. The other two males exchanged glances, and shrugged. The remaining female stepped forward.

  “I’ll fight you,” she said, her eyes devoid of emotion as she reached for the sword.

  I gave a wry smile and passed the wickedly sharp weapon to her. Immediately, she went on the offensive, but I was across the room before she had taken the first swipe. I took another sword, a samurai like the first, and prepared for battle.

  My adversary leapt, a naked ninja intent on hurting me. I saw it in her eyes, that killer instinct, the desire to finish me. Nimbly, I avoided her attack, experienced, as she was not. She was obviously under the spell of her sire, and as I had expected, he was blocking her mind from me. Theo was a wily old nemesis, to be sure. But he had no clue about my secret weapon. I believed that these six young vampires could be turned away from his influenc
e and put on a safer path.

  “Fight him,” I whispered as she swung again, her hesitation confirming my suspicions. She was being coerced. “He cannot reach you here,” I said. “He is a coward who sends his monsters to do his dirty work. If he was any kind of a leader, he would fight me himself, not send you on a suicide mission.”

  Her eyes flickered, the deep black swirling with a mix of emotions finally before the veil shielded her from me once more.

  “What did he promise you?” I asked, aware that the others had moved to the far wall, watching the fight as it unfolded. Luc looked tense, as though ready to jump in if necessary. I shook my head slightly.

  “Did he tell you that he would reward you if you killed me and my family? Did he threaten someone you love?” That last question got a reaction, a flash of pure pain and panic, and she went wild, lashing out over and over. Her movements were jerky and erratic, showing that she was completely unversed in wielding such a weapon, and I had to move some to avoid her. An unwary slice and I leapt forward, disarming her in a hurry before she could injure herself. The way she was wielding the samurai blade, she was in more danger than I.

  I grabbed the weapon and threw it across the room, listening to it skitter to a halt against the wall. My prize was a handful of feisty, struggling womanhood, her hair black as soot, framing her face in a pixie-style, barely touching her nape. She was a beauty, her eyes showing a Japanese heritage, her complexion a sort of dusky peachy pink. She was flushed from her exertions, her black eyes glittering with tears and fury.

  With her emotions heightened, her defenses down, I tunneled into her mind, right through the mental block, weakened by the turmoil she was in. I heard the hitch in her breathing and stroked her back soothingly, calming her fear. Her thoughts were now terrifyingly clear. Her name was Chloe, and she had a young child, Ethan, who was being used to force her into acting as she was, still human and at the mercy of Theo’s henchminions. The boy was only about five years old, so young, and living in that monstrosity owned by Theo. I saw a great deal more and decided I definitely had to act. I was a prince, not a cowering simpleton, unable to protect his own. Theo thought he had the upper hand but would not be expecting my next move. It was time to end Theo’s reign, once and for all.