He moved slowly in and out. He dipped his head down to suck on her nipples, her gasp spurring him on to do more. He lapped and sucked harder, and she started groaning with each of his hard strokes.
As she got closer to a climax, a spot just above her right breast seemed to glow a rich orange color, as if her skin was made of fire itself. He moved his lips toward it, like a moth to a candle flame, unable to help himself. He kissed the flames, feeling the heat literally rise from the spot. Something inside him snapped and he bit down hard and continued humping her, pushing into her with every fiber of his being.
She grabbed his head and pulled it harder against her breast, screaming in pleasure. Faster, he fucked. Faster and faster, the blood spurting into his mouth, spreading liquid fire through his veins. Reluctantly, he pulled back and licked the spots he’d bitten.
He rolled her with him on the huge bed, putting her on top. She hesitated for a moment, but then, with his guidance, found her rhythm. She rode him, up, down. He stroked her hair, bringing some to the front and followed it down past her breast. His thumb rubbed her clit, and she moaned and put her hands on his chest, then rode faster.
They both began to push hard into each other. He was close and hurt all over, the pleasure-pain starting for him. He couldn’t believe it. He would get his fulfillment. It had been so long for him. He closed his eyes and savored the sensation of his body building to an actual sexual climax, and not just the bloodlust rising and falling.
His thigh muscles became tighter. When she screamed her release, he put both hands on her waist and began pounding her harder down onto him, meeting every thrust with his body. The fire in her blood consumed him. Her heat bore into him, his body truly warm for the first time in centuries.
He couldn’t stop the crazy pace. He held her tight, and his dick slid hard, in and out. He felt orange heat against his eyelids and opened them to see the cause. His candles were flaming high, nearly to the ceiling and circling above her head, which she’d thrown back in sensual ecstasy.
As he looked at her, she opened her eyes and stared back. They became literal pools of green, changing color in front of him. His body became tenser, no longer his own. It moved faster, his hands still clasped at her waist, but he was unable to look away from the green glow in her eyes.
His power rushed in his blood, heating, firing, healing. Her blood was potent to him, and he felt almost how he imagined drunk humans must. The world spun around her, the fire seeming to be everywhere, but not burning. His dick ached, his blood thumping inside it, pushing him, hammering him into her.
He felt her muscles clench around his cock, and his orgasm burst through him. He shouted loud until he had no voice left, her higher-pitched feminine voice joining his as she reached her pinnacle. There was one burst of green light, then it was gone.
He pumped into her, and his stomach clenched as he kept her down against him when he came. He grabbed her hair as his orgasm continued to rock through him, to the point of pain. She reached around and held him, her warm body soothing him.
When it was over, he could only lay there. She caressed his chest, placing small kisses along his neck, stirring need in him even though he’d just finished with the biggest orgasm of his life. Now he understood why some vamps refused to leave the coven. If this was the possibility with the right werewolf, anyone would want to have it, risk anything to find it, even staying in a place of hell.
“Did you really glow orange on your chest?” Daryn felt foolish, and laughed a little nervously. Strange things had happened here tonight.
He was looking at her and absently rubbing his hand in her hair, and saw the shock on her face.
“There was an orange glow on my chest?” she repeated in a squeaky voice.
“Yes, it’s where I bit you the second time,” he said, confused. After all the other things they’d seen and done, a little orange glow on her chest threw her?
She sat up and moved the hair away from the area. “I already licked it. My saliva would have healed your werewolf body of such a minor thing.”
She stared down, but he couldn’t see through the rest of the hair and her head. But when she lifted her head he saw it. A mark, ADFL in scrolled letters with a moon on a cloak and swords crisscrossed under the moon.
“No,” she whispered in fear. “No.”
“I don’t blame you for being a slayer,” he said, thinking that she might be afraid of his knowledge. But how it’d been there without him seeing baffled him.
“That’s not the problem,” she said.
“Then what?” he demanded.
“The moon is me, you already understand the slayer is my destiny, my calling,” she began.
“And,” he encouraged when she didn’t continue.
“And,” she said, then took a deep breath. “The cloak is you.”
“What does it mean?”
“I’m not sure.”
He sensed she prevaricated, but didn’t push her. There’d be plenty of time in the coming years. He’d make sure of it. He’d found his werewolf, and she wasn’t a shifter or a renegade so she would be safe from Cassandra’s kill order as long as no other vampire discovered her secret. And if the coven targeted Ernestine, the equalizers would step in.
Now maybe he could find out what Cassandra wanted him for and he could get his revenge on her after so many centuries of torture.
“It is of no matter. As long as you stay with me, I’ll protect you. I’ll even help you with your quest, as long as you’re not killing my friends, or the vamps like me, ones who don’t kill the humans or werewolves.”
“And just how many are your friends?” she asked wryly.
“Only a few considering the centuries of living. But there are many of my kind who are trapped in covens not of their choosing. I only ask that you run their names by me first before killing them. Is that agreeable?”
He watched the play of emotions cross her face, some he could read, some he couldn’t fathom. But in the end, she said, “Yes. I think that could work. You could keep me from becoming the very thing I hunt. A worry I have had, of late.”
“Then it’s settled. Partners?”
“Partners,” she agreed.
A profound relief moved through him. However long it took, with Ernestine’s help, he would break Cassandra. Free others who couldn’t leave the coven without her killing them. He had a purpose now. For the first time in five centuries, he felt truly alive.
Blood Vixen
By
Amanda R. Browning
It had been ten years since vampires had announced their existence to the world. By now, we were an accepted fact of life. Whether we were loved or hated, we were here. Many of us had found our niches in the afterlife, and I had certainly found the path I enjoyed most. I loved my vampire instincts; they drove me to fuck and feed in equal measure. The world’s oldest profession appealed to me on many levels. Since I couldn’t get pregnant or catch any diseases, I was free to indulge my whims.
I was a very unique escort because I fulfilled all sexual fantasies. I had very few hard limits and my clients enjoyed my versatility. Almost anything they wanted, I could deliver. There was no shortage of humans who were willing to pay extravagant sums of money to be able to boast they’d had sex with a vampire, or equally extravagant sums to ensure that no one knew. I was happy to cater to their fantasies as long as they continued to pay me. I was able to act on my urges daily and I found that my appetites, both as a woman and a vampire, were kept in check quite nicely. I didn’t have to kill to enjoy feeding.
I sat up in my king-size bed, stretching and thinking of the night to come. The sun had set half an hour ago and I was looking forward to a busy night with clients. I worked for myself, and those who were privileged enough to be among my patrons always came to me. I kept a separate house to meet my clients in the suburbs of Chicago and I stayed here three days a week. In addition to the privacy and comfort my secluded house offered, the anticipation during the trip to v
isit their vampire lover just made the experience more intense for my clients, and the anonymity suited them. They always arrived ready and eager for another sample of my passions.
I rose from the bed, thinking how much more comfortable it was than the coffin where I used to sleep. I showered quickly because I was already feeling the urge to feed, and I knew I had an appointment in less than an hour. I dressed in a black-and-purple corset, a purple thong, thigh-high black stockings with a garter belt, and a pair of black stilettos. My first client had a particular fantasy he liked to play out, and this outfit was part of it.
William Bennett was a congressman, and I was rather fond of him. He’d been championing vampire rights bills since the big reveal, and he was a loyal customer. By my standards, he had a pretty average fantasy. William liked to role-play being attacked by a vampire. He loved the rush of adrenaline and fear without having the real worry about dying. I was a very convincing actress, and though he’d been here dozens of times, I was always able to get that thrill of real fear from him. After I bit him, when my venom was surging pure bliss through his bloodstream, we would fuck like porn stars.
Many of my customers liked this fantasy, word had gotten around, and it was my specialty now. I think they liked the feeling of helplessness without the real danger of death. I put on my makeup, my various hungers pushing me to hurry so I’d be ready when William arrived. Twenty minutes later, I heard a knock. I flashed to the front door and opened it with a seductive smile on my lips, stepping back to allow him entrance.
He was an attractive man. It was always a bonus when a handsome man or woman paid me for sex. It was an occupational hazard to have to deal with the less comely humans, but I still got to feed and the blood quenched my thirst, no matter the package it came in. William was tall and muscular, with black hair and bright green eyes that were currently glazing over with lust. He could have gotten many women into his bed for free, but no human could give him what he wanted.
“It’s a pleasure to see you again, Villete,” he said as I closed the door.
I grinned wickedly and replied, “It will be, William. Just your usual fuck and feed tonight?”
He smiled, and I saw his hardening cock twitch through his pants in anticipation. “Yes, please.”
I circled him slowly, trailing the tips of my fingers along his chest and back. I stepped up close behind him and whispered in his ear, “Where would you like me to bite you?” before I nibbled on his ear playfully.
He swallowed hard, and I could hear his heartbeat race. “On the neck, but you have to heal the bites. I have meetings all week, and can’t have any visible marks.”
I had no problem with that. I usually healed the marks unless someone particularly wanted them. “Whatever you want,” I said as I led him into the bedroom.
I’d decorated this house in a dark gothic style since my customers seemed to enjoy it. They wanted their vampire lover to look and act like the vampires they’d seen glorified in movies, and I didn’t mind the stereotype, really. I admit that the modern style I used for the house I lived in didn’t exactly fit my vampire image. My clients had a hard time imagining me in jeans at Pier 1.
I left William in the middle of the room and crossed to the bathroom to give him a moment to get in character. He had a very specific way he wanted the fantasy to play out, and it meant I had to sneak up on him, pretending to break into his home to ravage him. “Be ready when I come back,” I said with a wink as I closed the door.
When I was alone, I allowed my vampire instincts to take over. I could hear his heartbeat through the closed door and I felt my fangs descend. I took a quick glance in the mirror to confirm that my sky-blue eyes had darkened to a deep crimson before I turned and reentered the bedroom, closing the door softly behind me.
William was standing by the window, looking out at the city skyline in the distance. I flashed across the room to him, using my supernatural speed, and grabbed him roughly by the back of his neck. I was nearly as tall as him, so the position wasn’t awkward and I had him completely in my control.
“I’ll bet you thought you were safe inside, didn’t you?” I purred as I trailed a fang over his ear, pressing my large breasts against his back.
“But I didn’t invite you in! You can’t be here!” William squeaked.
“Pathetic human! That’s just a myth my kind started to make mortals feel more secure. The truth is, I can take you anytime, anyplace, any way I like. Your life belongs to me,” I said in a seductive voice, sliding my free hand around to grab his cock through his pants.
His pulse ratcheted up another notch, and he squirmed against my hold.”Please, don’t kill me. I’ll do anything you want.”
“Yes, you will.” I laughed and spun him around to look in his eyes. I could see traces of fear forming there, but he wasn’t quite scared, or aroused, enough yet. “That doesn’t mean I won’t kill you. I came here tonight, human, for more than just your blood. I’ve seen you before, and you arouse my appetites. I want you to fuck me. You’ll be fucking for your life, if that helps motivate you. Please me, and I’ll let you live. Disappoint me, and I will rip out your throat and bathe in your blood.”
I lifted him from the ground by his throat to emphasize my strength and I smelled the adrenaline that meant he was ready for the next act of our little play. I lowered him to the floor and released him. His body was going into “fight or flight” mode, and I readied myself to catch him when he ran. He glanced around the room searching for an escape before he turned to dash toward the door. I gave him two seconds and then appeared in front of him, blocking his exit and grinning deviously as the inky curtain of my long black hair settled around me.
“Bad idea, William. You should have just given yourself to me. Now I have to teach you a lesson in obedience.” I pushed his head to the side and sank my fangs into his throat.
For a moment I just let the venom flow from my fangs into his bloodstream. He moaned softly and relaxed into my chilly embrace. I swallowed a mouthful of his delectable blood, feeling its scalding warmth as it slid down my throat. With a satisfied sigh, I began to drink from him. When the venom had fully taken effect and his heartbeat began to slow, I pulled my fangs from his throat and pierced the tip of my finger. After a moment, the blood began to well, and I dabbed the powerful fluid onto the bite marks, watching as the edges of the wounds drew together and healed with extraordinary speed.
William’s large cock was straining against his pants now. I pushed him back onto the black satin-covered four-poster bed that dominated the room, licked my lips, and smiled. “You’d better fuck me hard. I’d hate to kill you now.”
I knelt before him and with a flick of my wrist, unsnapped his pants and pulled them off. William’s rock-hard cock stood out from his body proudly, and I couldn’t wait to get my lips around it. As a vampire, I was accustomed to all sorts of power, but I never tired of the consuming power a woman, any woman, had over a man when his cock was in her mouth.
I felt my fangs retract and looked up at him through my lashes. I knew my eyes were still tinged red. Even if the fangs had disappeared, I was still clearly a vampire. This was another part of the fantasy that was important to William. He wanted me to keep eye contact with him while I sucked his cock. He told me it was because the red-tinted eyes just emphasized how other I was. I leaned down and pulled the swollen head of his cock into my mouth, caressing the underside with my tongue. He was above average in size, and it was only because I had no gag reflex that I was able to take his entire length into my throat.
He groaned in pleasure as I applied suction when I lifted my head, and I savored the sound. I’d always reveled in the addictive feeling of causing pleasure. Often that was what turned me on the most, knowing the effect I had on my partner. I felt the wetness growing between my thighs and I shifted to relieve the pressure on my sensitive clit. My hair hung over one shoulder as I lowered my mouth again, and his gaze was locked on me as I pulled back and applied suction. I used one han
d to hold my hair back, giving him a clear view, and the other I used to caress his balls softly. I boldly held his gaze and continued this way for as long as he could stand it. Before much time had passed, he was shouting his release and bucking his hips beneath me.
I swallowed his cum and grinned up at him wickedly. “Don’t think you’re done yet. I’ve not had my pleasure. That was just to test your endurance. Now you’ll lick my pussy until I come before you fuck me. I like to be fucked hard, especially by such a deliciously large cock. Do you think you can handle that?” I asked, lowering my voice to a husky timbre as I spoke. I stood and removed my lingerie while he watched, his eyes catching every slow, deliberate movement.
He got up from the bed with a smile on his full lips. “If I can’t, my life will be forfeit. I will do all that you ask, so I might live.”
I climbed onto the bed and lay down, stretching my naked body. I spread my thighs and his gaze was immediately drawn to the smoothly shaved folds of my pussy. They were already glistening with moisture as he joined me on the bed, lowering his face to my core. I sighed with pleasure at the first swipe of his hot tongue against my cool pussy. This was what I loved most about humans, their delightful heat. No human could ever fuck as hard as a vampire, but no vampire could warm my skin like a human.
William continued to lick me, sliding two fingers inside me, warming my pussy with his body heat. His tongue circled around my clit while his fingers continued pumping into me, and I moaned loudly. Over the course of our time together, William had learned where and how I liked to be touched, which only helped with his fantasy and pleasured me more. With his other hand, he moistened one finger in his mouth and slid it into my ass as he increased the pace with his fingers and tongue. William made sure to hit all the right places, and within minutes my muscles clenched and I moaned happily as a strong orgasm ripped through me.
He sat up with a smug smile on his face and looked at me. “Did that please you? I really do want to live,” he said with a cocky wink.
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