by Hayden Ash
Damien II
Not thinking, I run towards her.
I make sure not to move too fast—only fast enough to catch up to her as any man my size could catch up with a girl her size.
When I reach her, I grab her by her waist and hold her in my arms.
“Where are you going?” I ask her, stern.
Then, I realize that after what she’s just been through the last thing I should be doing is making her feel like I’d try to do the same thing to her. I put her down on the ground.
“Sorry, I…” I begin saying.
But, then, she jumps in my arms and kisses me, her little tongue swimming through my entire mouth, her soft breasts pushing against my hard chest.
I slide my hands down her back and onto her ass, squeezing firmly as I feel my dick becoming erect in my pants.
Then, she squirms her way out of my arms and lets her body slide back down to the ground. She takes off the buckle of my belt and unzips my zipper. I put my hands on her little wrists and pull her off of me.
“You don’t have to do this,” I tell her.
Her light eyes become glassy with tears as she withdraws from me, and, for the first time, I feel like I know what it’s like to see someone’s actual innocence. It’s a thing of beauty, incomparable. It makes my heart beat faster and my entire body heat up in a way it never has before.
“Don’t…” She begins saying, but then starts crying.
“Don’t what?” I ask her, patiently.
“Don’t…don’t leave me. Please,” she tells me.
“I won’t,” I tell her, putting my arms around her little body. “I promise.”
And then, as I hold her in this dark, destroyed part of the city, I suddenly realize that the only way I can make good on that promise is by using her to fulfill Julien’s request—otherwise, I’ll be dead and I will be gone from her forever.
Nora III
I hold his hand as we walked through the city ruins.
There are thugs all around us. I keep seeing them watching us through broken windows, and atop the rooftops of abandoned townhouses. He doesn’t seem to care at all, groaning whenever he sees them looking at us—as though they’re simply a nuisance rather than a severe threat to our safety. The more I spend time with him, I sense that he’s actually raring to fight these people and that he could absolutely destroy them. But, he doesn’t because of something in him. I don’t know…he seems very conflicted about a lot of things—almost to the point of torment.
We reach a warehouse. It’s massive, practically the size of a small airport. There are metal bars over every window, making it look a lot like a prison. I grip his hand tightly, and he squeezes my hand back—letting me know that I’m safe with him.
We walk down the long, dirt road to the warehouse’s entrance. Two women are standing outside—both have long jet-black hair, slender in all the right places, stunning to look at, which kind of makes me feel intimidated. My mind starts racing—thinking about whether he’s slept with these women, but then I calm down and tell myself that it’s none of my business and to try to not sabotage myself.
The woman on the left opens the huge, double doors for us, and we walk inside and into a room like that is oddly structured like a foyer. At once, the haunting warehouse is now decorative, beautiful, actually, but I don’t trust it, and I wish that we could just leave and go somewhere where it’s just the two of us.
We walk up the stairs and turn left towards another staircase leading to another floor in the warehouse. As we approach the steps, a man walks down towards us—elegant and a bit flamboyant.
“Julien, what are you doing all the way down on the second floor?” Damien asks the man. “I thought you said everything below floor six is filled with useless trash?”
“Well, I just had to see with my own eyes that it was really true! You’ve finally brought someone to our humble, little abode,” Julien says. “A pleasure to meet you, dear. Oh my, you are…fetching!”
“Thank you,” I smile, politely. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, too.”
“Aw, isn’t she sweet? You got you a sweet, little thing, Damien!” Julien grins. “You know what, I’ve changed my mind. I want you to join us!”
I look up at Damien, who suddenly looks really angry and uncomfortable.
“Sorry, you want me to join you and Damien for what?” I ask softly.
“Oh, no, dear!” Julien says to me. “The ‘us’ refers to you and I. Damien is the third wheel that I so generously am allowing to be a part of our fun!”
“I don’t understand…” I say, getting nervous.
“Oh, Damien, you didn’t tell your sweet, little thing? Shame on you! I knew you were a ruffian, but I didn’t know you were a manipulator to boot! There might be hope for you yet!” Julien says.
Then, Julien starts cackling wildly—clearly pleased about something, and I’m starting to feel really scared.
“She just had a run-in with one of those addicts…” Damien tells Julien. “I want to talk to her some more before we get started. If that’s all right?
“Oh, yes, yes, by all means, yes! I don’t, after all, want some traumatized little girl tensing her body up at the very moment I need her succulent and extra-tender!” Julien says. “All right, boys and girls, well I’m going to go get ready in the room! Damien, why don’t you take her to the roof? That way, you all can have some privacy. You know how the women are around here. Gossip girls each one of them!”
Damien III
We slowly ascend the many staircases of the warehouse. With each and every step, I feel worse, my heart feels heavier, and I breathe just a little bit harder.
I do not want to let this happen. Even if she does survive it, she will never be the same, and then, she may never even want me again. I would sacrifice myself if I thought that would help, but I know that it wouldn’t. She’s exactly what he wants, what he’s been waiting for, and it’s just my luck that when I finally find a girl who sets the icebox I call a heart totally ablaze that it’s at the exact time I have to use her as a sacrifice or die.
Eventually, we reach the roof of the building. I lock the door tightly behind us and, together, we gaze out onto the two halves of the city—one beautiful and one destroyed.
“How is it possible that something so beautiful could be right next to something so broken?” She asks me.
“I think you’re conflating the opposite of beautiful with brokenness. Broken things are not ugly—in fact, they’re often far more gorgeous than things that are nearly perfect,” I tell her back.
“Do you really believe that?” She asks me.
“With all my heart,” I say, unflinching.
She starts crying again, and I can tell she’s embarrassed because she’s trying like hell to stop.
“It’s ok,” I tell her.
“No it’s not,” she says back. “It’s not ok that I’m always so fucking sad all the time. My life could be so different if I wasn’t always sad. I could be so much better. I know I could.”
“Listen to me,” I say, my voice deep and low. “Sadness is beautiful. That’s a fact. The only reason it cripples you is because you reject it. But, sadness really is beautiful. You are beautiful…”
She looks at me for a while, her tears ebbing but her eyes still glassy. And then, she smiles. And, her smile is magnificent, bright eyes and a full set of diamond, white teeth. It lights me up.
Then, I lie her down on her back, our eyes able to communicate, once again, in a way that words can’t. And, I glide over her body and look down her body, slowly and carefully, wanting to know every inch of her. And, I pull off her shirt, one little, clear button at a time—watching as her beautiful little body is quietly revealed to me.
I touch her breasts, and I can feel her pulse on my fingertips—it’s moving fast. I move her hair out of her face and look her deep in her eyes, as I take her shorts off and touch the outside of her pussy. It quivers instantly at my touch. And, when I touch it again,
it relaxes and softens.
“I have something to tell you…” I say.
“You can tell me anything…” she smiles, affectionately.
“Julien is a Vampire. I’m a Vampire. And, we’re planning to drain you of almost all your blood.”
Nora IV
I look up at him, wanting to feel terrified, but, for some reason, not feeling any sort of negative reaction.
I know that I should want to cry and scream for my life. But, there’s something about him, about how he’s come into my life right at the moment I need him the most…that I can’t hate or fear him. I know that people would look at my reaction right now and say that I deserve to be eaten or drained or whatever, but I know that’s not it. I simply trust him in a way that I’ve never trusted anyone and in a way that’s worth fighting for.
His eyes turn shiny black and hungry and is skin turns pale as snow as he looks down at me.
But, when I don’t move a muscle, he transforms slowly back into his normal self.
“You’re not afraid of me?” He asks.
“No,” I say.
“You don’t fear me?” He asks.
“No,” I say, again.
“You don’t hate me?” He asks.
“No,” I tell him. “I want you.”
Then, there’s a loud bang and a black wisp and he’s gone and I’m lying there on my back, pretty much naked, all alone.
I feel myself wanting to cry again. But, as the first tear falls out of my eyelid, he’s standing over me again—holding Julien’s severed head in his hand.
“They will…hunt me now. Forever. But, I don’t care. I’d risk anything to be with you…to protect you,” he says, putting the head down.
I get to my feet and take his hands in mine, while his body starts to shake.
“I have to leave now or I will be murdered in the worst possible way. I don’t think they’ll come after you, but I can’t be sure. And, if you don’t want to come with me, then, unfortunately, I can’t keep my promise, but…”
“I do want to come with you,” I tell him, caressing his face. “Don’t you get it? You saved my life.”
He puts me on the ground again. And, as I look up at him and then at the stars overhead, I feel him entering me. He’s huge, and so he enters me gently, afraid he’s going to tight, tiny pussy.
“I can take it…daddy,” I whisper in his ear.
Then, he starts pounding my pussy so much harder than I’ve ever dreamed about. It feels so good as it slides up and down my walls, crushing my little pussy with his massive size and power. I want him to destroy me, I want him to annihilate my pussy. And, I can tell from the look in his eyes, that that’s exactly what he wants to do.
I grab his back and dig my long nails into his skin as I scream in ecstasy.
“Yes, daddy, oh god, daddy!”
“You’re mine now! I’ll kill anyone who comes near you,” he roars. “You’re my princess—I’ll spend my entire life saving you, protecting you, giving you everything you could ever want.”
“I only want you, daddy,” I scream, crying because I’m so happy right now.
“You will never, ever have to feel alone again,” he tells me.
Then, he pins my arms down hard against the floor of the roof and starts sucking my tits, his massive cock hitting my pussy even deeper to the point where I can practically feel it in my stomach.
“Oh my god, yes! Damien…DAMIEN, RIGHT THERE, THAT’S MY SPOT! YES!!!!!!!!” I scream and cum all over his cock.
“Cum in me, daddy, please! Please, cum in me? I want to have your kids!” I shout.
Then, I realize all too late that he can’t. And, even though it makes me sad that I won’t ever be able to feel his son or daughter in my belly and that we will never be able to raise a family in the traditional way, I know that he more than worth this sacrifice.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I know from all the stories that you all can’t have children…” I say.
“Those stories were wrong,” he smiles.
And, then he starts beating up my pussy so hard I feel like he’s going to break me, and just when I feel like I can’t take anymore he shoots his semen hard inside of me and I look up at the starry sky and start laughing because I’m just so damn happy.
Epilogue
“So this is how love in Paris feels… immaculate,” I say, sensually, as we stare at each other, the Eiffel Tower visible through the window behind us.
“I feel the exact same way that I always feel whenever I’m with you…perfect and complete,” he tells me.
“That wedding was simply amazing. I’d say it was the wedding of my dreams, but I can’t even remember far back enough to when I used to think I could get married,” I say.
“You can have anything and everything you want, my love,” he tells me.
I giggle and then sneak mischievously under the covers. He playfully tries to grab me from over the sheets, but by the time he catches me, my mouth is already on his dick, getting it slippery with my tongue and saliva, using one of my hands to stroke it in rhythm with my mouth slide up and down it, and my other hand playing with his huge balls.
After I finish, I roll onto his chest, and kiss him, while he smiles totally satisfied.
“Daddy, I have something to tell you that I’ve been thinking about for a really long time,” I say.
“What’s that, baby?” He asks.
“I…want to spend my life with you,” I tell him.
“I figured that when you married me,” he laughs.
“And I want to love you forever…do you get me?”
“I…think I do,” he says. “Honey, are you sure about this? This isn’t something that you can take back. There are a lot of strings that come with being this way…”
“The man I love is this way. Our baby boy and baby girl are both this way. And, I don’t want even death to be able to stop this love,” I tell him.
“Make me Vampire.”
BOOK 6: Revenge With Daddy
Lian I
I wake up on my friend’s couch.
The television screen shines brightly in my eyes, blinding me for a moment.
I take a deep breath and then push myself up—feeling a little bit out of it, for some reason, like I’m not exactly sure if I remember the past five or six hours.
I look around the room and see no one except for Berry, my friend’s cocker spaniel, who hobbles over to me and starts pawing at my foot. I pick her up and playfully jostle her, while she tries to snap at my nose with her little teeth. It’s little moments like this that I wish I had more of, but lately—with me moving to a big city, I feel like my life has been passing me by.
I look at the coffee table in front of me and see a bottle of opened cough medicine placed strangely next to an open bottle of red wine, and I suddenly remember drinking them together, though I don’t remember being sick at any time in the last few months. In fact, I don’t think I’ve had a cold in years.
Even though seeing that bottle of cough medicine makes me feel uneasy, I try to push it out of my mind and wander through the house looking for my fiancé who I definitely remember coming to hang out with my friend and me tonight.
“Alex?” I call out. “Alex, are you there? I miss you, baby, where are you?”
There’s no answer, and I press on through the house—finally seeing a light in the distance coming from my friend’s bedroom.
Feeling creeped out but all the dark emptiness, I speed towards the light. But, I stop in my tracks when I hear the sound of my friend moaning through the crack in the door—immobilized as I feel myself sinking through the floor.
She’s just using one of her toys. She’s just using one of her toys. I keep telling myself, feeling extremely anxious, feeling like I want to die.
I force myself to walk down the rest of the hallway to the bedroom. And, when I peer through the crack, I see my worst fear come to life in front of me. All at once, I feel tears on my cheeks, and my fingers begin to tr
emble, cold, and painful.
Alex is kneeling on the bed. He’s gripping my friend’s waist, while he thrusts his dick and out of her pussy and her ass smacks hard, almost violently—against his groin. He starts massaging her breasts, and she kisses him—wet and sloppy, while he continues to fuck the shit out of her—so passionate and unlike he’s ever fucked me.
Quietly, I step away from the door and hurry back to the couch, where I promptly grab a blanket and hide under it. Then, Berry jumps on top of me and perches herself near my head. And, when I move the blanket off of my face, she licks the tears off my cheeks and, eventually, I fall asleep—hoping like hell that this was just a nightmare, but knowing that it’s definitely not.
Christian I
“Let me show you how to change a tire, son,” I tell Alex as he hops over the door into his convertible.
“Why?” Alex says, expressionless.
“Because, Alex, it’s an important thing that every man should know how to do.”
“I can pay someone to do that, Dad. It isn’t even expensive.”
“That’s not the point.”
“No, I know the point. It’s to yet again try to make me feel guilty for growing up well, while you grew up having to walk three miles to school every day and work a job since you were eight. That about right?” Alex says, rolling his eyes.
“What are you talking about? I’m trying to teach you a life skill…father to son, man to man.”
“I’m already more of a man than you’ve ever been,” my son smirks. “Now, move that garbage truck out of the way. I’m late for a date with an effing hot bitch.”
Without thinking, I lunge towards my son and grab him roughly by his collar, while he’s sitting in the driver’s seat.
