by Damon Kinney
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Epilogue
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Terrance
“It was a pleasure meeting you, Mr. and Mrs. Rafferty. Thanks so much for the delicious dinner.”
I shook Sagan’s father’s hand warmly. I wasn’t exaggerating; they were both lovely people and the roasted chicken dinner was better than any restaurant meal I’d had in here in Diablo Falls.
“The feeling is mutual, Terrance. You’re welcome back anytime.”
I glanced at Sagan just in time to see a big smile break across her beautiful face.
Once back in Sagan’s car, I let out a big sigh. It had been decades since I’d accompanied a woman I was involved with to dinner at her parents’ house.
“I’m welcome back anytime after sunset, that is,” I said to my fiancée.
“Oh my god, Terrance, they love you,” she said gleefully. “I was so afraid they’d be put off by you being so much older than me.”
“Well, we didn’t tell them I’m over eleven hundred years older.”
“You know what I mean,” she said. “I could see concern on both of their faces when I first told them I was dating an older man, especially one who just showed up in Diablo Falls. And when they first saw you, they were appraising you with wary eyes. But by the time we’d finished our salads, I knew they were warming up to you.”
I smiled. “Sagan, parents always love to see their daughters dating a guy who can give them a comfortable life if they stay together.”
She laughed. “We’ll see what they think when I tell them we’re getting married and that you’ve already knocked me up.”
“And when will that be?” I asked as we drove past the El Diablo bar, the site of our first date.
“One step at a time. I didn’t want to send them into a state of shock just after they met you.”
“What will you tell them if I turn you?” Just saying those words hardened my cock. Sagan had already agreed to spend the rest of her life with me, but the mere thought of her deciding to be with me for the rest of my life stirred me in a way that’s hard to describe. And it obviously stirred my cock as well.
“I’ve been thinking about that,” she said. “My parents had me pretty late in life. Mom was forty-one and Dad was five years older. What if I could avoid telling them altogether? Once I’m old enough, I can spray some gray into my hair when I visit them. By the time I’m supposed to start getting wrinkled, maybe their eyesight won’t be as good.”
I chuckled at her scheme. “I’ve seen vampires try that sort of thing over the years. It never ends well.”
“I suppose I’ll just cross that bridge when I come to it.” Without taking her eyes off the road, she lowered one hand to her belly and caressed it through her shirt. It was one of the sexiest things I could ever remember seeing. “So vampires impregnating humans isn’t common? Why is that?”
“It’s exceedingly rare. On any day, it’s likely that hundreds of vampires have sex with humans, but it’s resulted in humans getting pregnant less than a dozen times in recorded history. Nobody knows why that is, or why it sometimes does happen. Vampires tend to shy away from being involved in scientific studies.”
“Can a human male impregnate a vampire female?” she asked.
“That has never occurred. Ever. Again, no one knows why.”
Sagan turned her old car off the main highway onto the smaller road that led to the Berringer house, which I was renting during my time in Diablo Falls.
She was still rubbing her belly. “Let me do that for you,” I said, replacing her hand with my own. After stroking her stomach for a minute or two, my hand magically found its way to her breast, and I found myself growing harder.
Sagan asked, “Terrance, those other babies you mentioned, the rare ones. Were the children vampire or human? Or a combination? And were they… okay?”
“Only one of them lived,” I said. “The first such child ever recorded, Aadya.”
Before I could even begin to explain, Sagan jerked my hand out of her shirt and gave me a look of concern. “Most of them died?”
“Most of them were killed,” I said. “Legend has it that Aadya grew to have incredible powers. She ruled over the vampire world for two centuries long before the Roman Empire. She was assassinated by an evil vampire named Keres. After that, Keres founded a religion called Tiras Asinis devoted to keeping vampire bloodlines pure. For hundreds of years his followers investigated rumors of vampire-human conceptions and murdered the babies.”
Sagan’s mouth hung open. “That’s horrible. What happened to this Keres creep?”
“Keres himself was murdered by a grieving father back in medieval times, but Tiras Asinis is still around. Keres’ son, a vampire named Magnus, is their leader now. But their numbers have dwindled, and the movement was driven underground over the last few centuries. You don’t hear much about them anymore.”
Sagan’s happy mood had soured completely. “That is the most horrifying thing I’ve ever heard. It seems I have much to learn about vampire culture.”
Just like it seemed I had much to learn about not ruining the mood.
Sagan
Marcie set down her latte and stared at me from across the table on the patio at Hellspresso. It was a gorgeous fall morning, crisp and cool with a bright sun to warm things up a bit. The leaves had started turning colors and were so vivid, they looked like an oil painting.
“What?” she said, stunned. “That was unexpectedly fast.”
“I know! He proposed last night.” That was a bit of a lie. It had been more than a week, but Marcie would have killed me for holding out on her that long. The truth is I hadn’t even seen her during the week because every spare moment that I wasn’t teaching at school, I was making up for all the sex I’d never had until Terrance took my virginity.
Marcie broke into a huge grin and squealed loudly enough to attract the attention of everyone on the patio. She jumped up and came around the table where we wrapped each other up in a giant hug.
“I can’t believe it! I’m so happy for you!”
“I can’t believe it either. I’m feel like I’m floating on a cloud.”
“Mrs. Sagan Delacroix has a nice ring to it,” she said. I noticed a man sitting at a table twenty feet away staring at me. Something about him was odd. Not his looks, but something about his presence made me uncomfortable. The instant he saw me looking at him, he went back to his book.
“We haven’t set a date or a location yet, but you have to be my maid of honor. You can come with me to the seamstress to help design my gown and your dress.”
“Of course.” She finally took a breath again. “I’m thrilled for you.”
As I looked into Marcie’s beaming face, I realized that if I let Terrance turn me, I would have to tell her. There’s no way she wouldn’t get suspicious in time as she aged, and I seemingly didn’t. It would probably be easier on her if I first told her that my husband-to-be is a vampire, but I needed to talk it over with him first.
But there was a different secret I could share with her.
“That’s not all, though. There’s something else.”
“You’re pregnant,” she said, laughing.
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br /> The smile spreading across my face stopped her mid-laugh.
“Wait… you…” It took a lot to leave Marcie at a loss for words. “You’re…”
“Going to have a baby,” I said, nodding as I finished her sentence.
She retained that stunned expression for another couple of seconds, then found her voice again. “Oh my God! Oh my God! You’re PREGNANT?”
“Shhh!” I silenced her. “I haven’t even told my parents yet.”
“And Terrance is the father?”
I gave her a frown for a reply.
“Sagan, it’s only been, what, a little more than a week? How could you know?”
“I know it sounds crazy, but I can feel the changes already. There’s no doubt.”
I felt someone staring and looked up to see the weird man again looking in my direction. The little hairs on my neck stood and a shiver went through me. He got up, never taking his eyes off me, then left the patio, still clutching his paperback.
Marcie saw me watching him all the way until he was out of sight.
“What the fuck was that all about?” she asked.
“I wish I knew,” I replied.
Adrian
A mop of curly brown hair moved towards my face, then away.
Towards my face, then away. Up, then back as I looked down.
I put my hands in her hair—Antoinette was her name, I think—and watched her big ass as she was down on her knees, sitting back on her heels. She’d been there for at least fifteen minutes, and her jaws had to be getting sore, but this whore was a trouper.
I felt her mouth lift off my half-hard cock. “Are you getting close? Should I do something different?”
“Just a little more,” I said. My plans were to fuck the prostitute several times over the next six hours, until dawn was approaching. Then in the morning I’d sink my teeth in her neck and drain the life out of her. Normally I was cautious when it came to killing women here in my own back yard of Paris, but hookers were never missed when they disappeared. Maybe a friend would report her missing, but the police wouldn’t give a shit.
Trying to get my erection back, I moved my hands to her big tits. The whore seemed to like that, or at least pretended like she did because, let’s face it, she was getting paid as much for her acting skills as her sexual talents. It still wasn’t working, so I did the one thing that always got me hard: I closed my eyes and imagined easing my fangs into her neck. My cock began to respond, and Antoinette responded as well, sucking it with renewed interest.
Just when we were getting somewhere, my phone rang. Sitting on the bed, I leaned over and reached for it on the nightstand.
“Uh-uh,” mumbled the hooker, reaching up to try to stop me from answering the call. I just swatted her hand away and grabbed the phone, pushing her head back down on my cock with the other hand.
“I’m busy,” I said when I’d answered.
“Adrian.”
The voice on the other end chilled my blood. It had been more than a decade since we’d last spoken.
“Magnus,” I said. “What can I do for you?” At first, I was amazed he was able to find my new number. Then I remembered whom I was speaking to.
The prostitute continued to bob up and down on my cock, which was rapidly deflating. A call from Magnus was a total and utter distraction.
“We have a problem,” he said, his voice deep and guttural. Magnus always sounded like his tongue was a serpent and his throat full of rocks. “A demon has been conceived.”
What the fuck? I grabbed the woman’s head and pulled it off my cock. She sat back on her heels again and sighed in frustration, her ruby-red lips curling into a pout as she looked up at me.
“So soon?” I asked in amazement.
“Apparently,” Magnus replied.
“Where?”
“The United States this time. I need you to deal with it.”
“Of course, Magnus. The same?”
“Almost,” he replied. “This time you’ll go to Roissy and Listelle will have my jet ready for you. The crew will get you to Denver, where an auto rental will be waiting. You will drive to a small town a few hours away, where the woman lives. You’ve been in this situation before, and I trust you to do what you must.”
“How will I know if it’s true that the woman is carrying a vampire’s seed?”
“You can’t know for certain. Kill her anyway. It’s not a chance we can take.”
“Understood. You can count on me. I’ll leave at once.”
“Call me when it’s done.” Magnus’s voice rattled the phone’s tiny speaker. “And one more thing, Adrian…”
“What’s that?”
“The vampire is Terrance Delacroix.”
I hung up the phone. What the fuck was Terrance doing out in the Wild Wild West? Playing cowboy? He was always an odd bird, a loner, but this was weird even by his standards.
“Do you want me to start over?” Antoinette was pointing to my completely limp cock. I should have been irritated that I would have to cancel my planned night of debauchery, but my new urgent need to get to the airport meant I could jump directly to the part I was truly looking forward to.
“No need, my dear,” I said. I reached down and grabbed her waist with both hands and stood, easily lifting her off the floor. She giggled as her face passed mine and continued to rise. When those big breasts were in front of my face, I took a nipple into my mouth and flicked my tongue over it, eliciting a purr.
Looking up at her plump face, I said, “Antoinette, you have been mildly stimulating. Rest well, dear.”
Then I moved a couple of inches up and towards the center of her chest and sank my fangs hard into her breast. She screamed loudly, unaware that nobody would hear except Benoit, my servant.
I held her tightly, and despite her writhing and squirming, I had no problem continuing. My fangs sought the artery buried way under the surface. The hooker grabbed my hair to try to pull me off and kicked with both feet. When one kick landed squarely on my groin, I became aware that I suddenly had a raging hard-on. None of her thrashing bothered me much, and my task became easier when I found the artery and punctured it, as the chemicals released into her bloodstream weakened her immediately.
I drank ravenously, my strength increasing by the second. For several minutes I was an animal, driven by hunger more than sexual appetite, though my arousal continued to increase as well. The hooker stopped resisting and went limp, and I could feel her skin cool to the touch as I drained the life from her.
When there was nothing more to drink, I felt that familiar sensation of sheer, awesome strength, as though I could conquer the world. It was a feeling we vampires could never quite get enough of, no matter how many lives we took.
Lowering her body to stare into her frozen eyes, I said, “That is what I like to call the bite of betrayal. You were foolish to place your trust in me, even for one night.”
I lay the whore gently on my bed, and as I did, I saw her stomach and pussy were dripping with my cum. My cock was still as hard as a rock and throbbing.
“Sweet girl, as it turns out, you can rest in the knowledge that you’ve performed your job admirably and provided the release I was craving.”
Not all vampires got sexually aroused when they fed, but I always had. Women, men, it didn’t matter. When I drained a human, my testicles got emptied as well.
I picked up my phone and called Benoit, who undoubtedly heard the ruckus all the way from his quarters on the other side of the mansion. It wouldn’t be the first such excitement he’d heard.
He answered on the second ring. “Yes, sir?”
“I’m going to take a quick shower. When I’m done, I’ll need a ride to Roissy.”
“Gladly. Where are you headed?”
“I have business in America for a few days,” I replied.
“I’ll have the car ready.”
“And one more thing, Benoit. When you return, I need you to dispose of the whore on my bed.”
“As you wish, sir.”
Terrance
In the short time I’d known my soulmate, Sagan had been absurdly adventurous in bed. The woman was nearly insatiable. Maybe it was because she was pregnant, but the reason was immaterial. What mattered was that it made her a perfect match for me.
I had her bent over the side of the bed, her feet planted firmly on the floor and her breasts against the mattress. Her hands tightly clutched the comforter on either side of her and her head was pulled back due to the fistful of hair I was using for balance as I drove my cock in and out of her from behind. Her wetness made delicious sounds as I plunged repeatedly into it.
“Harder!”
In response, I began to hammer into her.
“Fuck yes!” she screamed her approval.
Letting go of the comforter, she swung both hands around to grab my ass, to pull me even further into her. In the process, she knocked something off the nightstand that landed with a crash on the floor behind me.
Neither of us slowed in the least. If anything, the noise pushed Sagan over the edge.
“I’m gonna come,” she said between moans. Out of nowhere I felt my own orgasm rise to the surface, too strong for me to even attempt to control.
Sagan’s hands pulled hard on my ass, demanding every last centimeter I could drive into her. She uttered a sound not unlike a hiss as her pussy clenched on my cock. I practically shouted a groan when I felt the hot cum erupt from me into her depths. I continued to pound my love, only slowing when neither of us could take anymore.
“Holy fuck,” Sagan purred. “That was amazing.”
Our bodies were both covered in sweat and I could still feel her sweet cunt spasming on my hard-on. I began to slide out of her, but her hands were still on my ass and she abruptly pulled me back in.
