by Lana Fox
I came hard in human terms, crying out as that cock bolted into me. But after the orgasms I’d shared with Darren—those great, hungry, sweeping things that seared into one another—this orgasm felt shallow. Even as the guy I was fucking cried out in utter release, ramming his dick up into my pussy, filling me time and again with his come, I fantasized about belonging to Darren and being his slave forever. I’d heard of people being lost to vampires in this way, serving them instead of humans, giving up their world for a frenzy of bloodshed and sex. They became slaves to the vampire’s passion for darkness, and would never return to the life they’d once prized.
But how could I not give myself to Darren? He already controlled me. Though I loved my parents and friends, and longed go to design school when I’d saved enough cash, I could think of nothing but screwing Darren, of feeling him on top of me, his cock and fangs fucking me. So I screwed my way through the day, acting more like the star of a porn show than a young woman who’d been a virgin just six months before. And when I fucked these strangers, I dreamed of my brother as I rubbed the scar he’d given me.
Somehow I knew that when I returned home that night, still madly aroused, he’d change my life forever.
It scared me how badly I wanted this now.
To be my dead brother’s slave.
Darren
I knew I needed a nest, somewhere to live and sleep. But after I’d left Evelyn’s, I had no idea of where that would be. So I drank a young woman to death and dropped her body in the backstreet where I’d found her, then I stole her keys and followed her scent until I found her digs. Splayed on her living room couch, I slept, my mind drifting in and out of consciousness, focusing sometimes on what my Sire Evelyn had told me, after we’d fucked and bled.
Though vampires tend to be solitary, said Evelyn, they unite with the pack at every full moon. At that time, down in their underground maze that lies beneath Lavender City, they discuss all unsacred matters, including the magic that governs Lavender, making the humans easy to control. The True One, who controls all vampires, leads this meeting, including an orgiastic glut that consecrates the ground. When I pressed for more information, however, Evelyn snapped her fingers impatiently. “This month’s meeting is tomorrow night, Hellchild. Ask your questions then.” She cackled at this suddenly, her eyes sparkling with cruelty. “If the True One allows it, of course.”
I recalled all this as I slept on the stranger’s couch. But I also dreamed of Helene. Helene with her back to me, her auburn hair spilling down her skin as she dropped the towel that she’d wrapped herself in when she stepped out of the shower. In my dream, she caressed the flesh of her buttocks and hips, taunting me. I was with her in moments, biting her, devouring her, my cock buried inside her cunt, my hands clawing at her glorious breasts. Oh Helene! Even in my dreams she smelled so sweet, her flesh so soft, her lips parting as she moaned. As I plunged my teeth into her neck, drinking harder than every before, her blood filled me with erotic power. How could I drink from another woman? How could I fuck a different cunt? How could I hold breasts in my hands when they were not hers? My Sire, though glorious, was nothing compared to Helene. I wanted my sister with a passion that could burn mountains, raze cities to the ground.
When I eventually woke from these dreams, I had new knowledge. Helene had been fucking men—I could feel it in the jealousy that tore at me, urging me to track and kill them all. I would slice their throats and drink them entirely, leaving a pile of bones and gore. I would laugh in the face of their screams. I would show them who truly owned Helene.
The power of these fantasies made me hard, my cock straining inside my jeans. I knew how to hunt Helene, and how to make the household magically sleep while I drank her blood and made her come. I didn’t want to change her, to make a vampire of her, because if I did I’d lose her humanness. That’s what I wanted. The human Helene. I’d feast on her body, making her climax fiercely. She’d need me more than she did even now. She’d submit so easily and I’d fuck her with such frenzy.
I unzipped, and took my cock in my hand.
It was already hard.
Helene
That evening, I showered and changed into the silky, luxurious nightdress I’d worn to lose my virginity to a boy named Kenny Barnes. I knew Darren was coming. I could feel it inside myself—a quivering knowledge that he’d claim me tonight. And after a day of such sexual desperation, I could not wait. I was carnal, addicted, and wetter than I’d ever thought possible.
I turned the lights off in my room, knowing that vampires loved darkness. I wished I could turn out the lights throughout the house, just to encourage him to get here sooner. But my mother was downstairs curled up on the sofa, watching old re-runs of Dr. Who, trying to cheer herself up because of this “strange feeling” that had “suddenly come over her.” Earlier on, I’d mentioned Darren’s name and she’d gazed at me vacantly before changing the subject. Plus Dad was working late at the office. Had my mother even told him that Darren had been vamped?
Everything was confused.
Everything was a mess.
I should have been comforting Mum, I believed, yet here I was, obsessed in supernatural ways.
Now, alone on my bed, I writhed and gasped, the silky nightdress caressing my flesh, stroking at my nipples, languishing over my thighs, sliding voluptuously over my pussy. Longing to store up my desperation for Darren and prove I needed him whatever the cost, I tried so hard to watch horror movies on my laptop and ignore my need to climax.
I knew he’d arrived when the film suddenly froze, locking the heroine’s pale face in wide-eyed fear. Had Darren put some kind of spell on the house? That’s what he’d done last time, I was sure, so my parents had slept through our noise. Now I could hear his footsteps on the stairs growing closer and closer, and I shivered with a mixture of fear and excitement. After a few moments, my door handle twisted. My heart thumping, I snapped shut the laptop and rubbed my hungry pussy through the silken layers. “Darren?” I called out as the door opened.
And there he was, moonlit from within, his eyes so impossibly dark at their cores, their calmness boring onto me. He wore the same clothes he’d worn the night before, and he peeled his top off as he stepped towards me. In front of me, I saw my brother’s hot chest and muscular arms. Oh God, his body was stunning. When he parted his lips, I saw the sharp tips of his fangs. “Sister,” he said, now close to the bed. “I’m hungry for you.”
The patch of skin on my neck where he’d bitten me the night before started to blissfully tingle. “Please Darren,” I gasped, “won’t you fuck me? Fuck me and bite me?” I pulled up my nightdress so he could see my freshly shaved cunt—how slippery it was, how ready I was to be taken.
He climbed onto the bed and I felt his stare trailing down my body, hot and wanton, penetrating my flesh. He hovered his fingers over my nightdress, never quite touching. His closeness made me whimper. “You know what this means, don’t you, Helene?” He lowered his fingertips to just above my cunt, then glossed the silk edging of the nightie that barely covered my slit. I gasped, raising my hips, trying to reach him with my sex. “You have to make up your mind,” he said, crawling over me. “Will you come and be mine, or will you stay in this safe and ordinary life with those parents of yours who won’t accept your darkness?”
His lips were so close to mine that I could almost feel the touch of them. “Please fuck me,” I begged, almost crying with frustration.
Tonight, he was cold. I could feel the coolness radiating off him, like the touch of dry ice. He stared down at my breasts swelling from the nightdress, the delicate lace covering my hard nipples. I cried out because I could feel his stare on me—it stroked my breasts, making them tingle and thrum, before lowering to the lips of my pussy and probing my wetness. Darren let out a soft moan before grasping my thigh and staring at the valley of my cleavage. “I always wanted your breasts, Helene. I’d dream of fucking them, of coming all over them, of fucking your cunt
while your nipples grew hard in my hand.” He groaned again, showing the sharpness of his fangs, and the wound at my neck gave off a slow, spreading heat.
I longed to wrap my arms around him and pull his heavenly body onto me. But I knew I couldn’t. I needed to prove I could submit.
He stroked my cheek, his stare smoldering, and pushed strands of hair away from my face. Then he moved his mouth to the side of my neck—the side where he’d yet to bite me. “Helene,” he moaned, and I felt him tremble. (A vampire trembling with lust for his sister!) “I’ll drink you so hard that you’ll come. Then I’ll fuck you and make you come yet harder.”
With that, he licked the side of my neck. I cried out, pleading with him to bite me, yet still he licked and teased, putting his lips to my ear and saying he didn’t believe I was ready to surrender.
“I am!” I cried. “I submit to you completely. Body and soul. God, take me, please!”
With that, he raised his head and looked right into my eyes, his own stare flaring with the light of triumph. Then he bore his teeth and sank them into my neck. As he drank, I climaxed, my clitoris pulsing, pulse after pulse of electrifying orgasms that blended into one another, making me quiver with joy. No longer aware of my need to submit, I grasped the back of his head and pulled him onto me so his teeth were more deeply buried in my flesh. He drank me harder, growling as he did, and I felt him writhing on top of me, his cock hard against my cunt, his chiseled body close to mine. I shuddered with pleasure, grinding my cunt against the shape of his cock as the orgasmic energy filled me. I gasped, unable to breathe, giddy from loss of blood. When he pulled up, his fangs and mouth dripping with blood, he reached down to undo his belt and zipper while glaring lustfully into my eyes. “Imagine,” he said, his voice thick with desire as his belt buckle jangled free below, “how you’ll feel when I bite you and also fuck you. Both at once. You want it, Helene.”
I mewed like a desperate kitten and bucked my hips towards his, but instead he brought his lips down over my collarbones, brushing them against my bare skin. Slowly, as if I was made of finest porcelain, he slid down the straps of my nightdress until my big tits leapt free. He groaned then, grasping one while he licked the other. “Sister,” he moaned, “I’ll bend you to my will. I’ll fuck you everywhere. These breasts…how long I’ve wanted these breasts, yet they’re more magnificent than I ever imagined.”
“Please!” I cried, trembling with desire. “Do anything you want to them!”
He bit into the soft flesh of my left breast and the blood bloomed round his lips from where he drank. I arched, in ecstasy, orgasmic energy charging from his fangs down into my hungry cunt. His feeding was frenzied—he gulped and growled as if my blood was a drug. I kept on whimpering because the pleasure spun inside me, making my nipples burn with pleasure, making every cell quiver with excitement.
When finally he arranged his cool body on top of me, resting the head of his cock against my soaked slit, I was breathing so hard that I couldn’t even plead. “Raise your wrists above your head,” he growled. I did as he asked, crossing my wrists, one over the other. He stared up at my wrists until I felt my pulse points scalding. When I tried to move my arms, I found they were bound, as if I were pinned like a moth in a frame. How perfectly he used his thrall to control and reward my eager flesh!
“I’m begging you,” I told him, breathily. “Fuck me with your cock, master.”
And there was that word, master. A word I’d never spoken.
He pushed his cock into me, baring his fangs, his eyes dark with carnality. “You’re so warm…” he said, as his cock filled me slowly, but by then I was crying out with such abandon that I missed every other word he said. That cock of his was so big and hard, and it stretched me wider than I’d ever been stretched. I was being fucked by my vampire brother—and I couldn’t get enough of it. I’d do anything for more.
Once he was buried inside me, he shuddered and snarled, before bursting into an orgy of lunges. He thrust so fast, so furiously that it was like being entered by a marble-hard animal—one that was rabid, wound up with such need that it couldn’t stop. God! How can I put into words the orgasmic pleasure that drilled into my cunt? I rolled my hips, screaming his name, as he bit me, fucked me, bit me and fucked me. Through bloodstained lips, he told me my pussy was the warmest, tightest beating thing he’d ever, ever felt. We bellowed like animals, consumed by one another, climaxing on the crests of our movements. With my wrists bound above me, my body found joy in a hundred different ways—one orgasm was like blasting heat, relentless in its fiery abandon, while the next was like sinking into warm furs, or being grasped by roots and being entered by the earth. I climaxed where his teeth bit my flesh, the palpitating pleasure shooting deep into my core, thrumming my nipples, such a bounteous release! He fucked orgasm after orgasm into my pleasure-struck body, collapsing every boundary I’d ever put up. Walls of resistance collapsed inside me, an avalanche of ecstasy, of deep ecstatic fucking. He lunged and fed, fed and lunged, my orgasms thundering in time with his thrusts. He felt so big, so strong inside me, as if this fucking was claiming me.
Which, of course, it was.
That night, he came inside me time after time, filling me with jets of come. He bit into the globes of my breasts while caressing my nipples with hungry fingers. When he came on my tits, his ice-cool semen mixed with my warm blood, and I moaned with fervor, bucking madly, my climaxes fluttering like exotic butterflies.
He bound me too, with only his thrall—never a rope or cuff. When I was tied in this way by his energy, I couldn’t move unless he pushed me or molded me into a posture. Like this, he sat on the side of the bed and arranged me astride his thighs, before clasping my hips and using me, bringing cunt onto cock, over and over. Oh, how he filled me then with deep, yelling madness, bellowing out like a wild boar consumed with triumph.
He could be gentle though, too. Later, he stroked my thighs, biting them tenderly as I came in gasping spasms. Then he laid bloodstained kisses down my calves before licking them away and calling me his own. Even when he fucked my mouth and made my throat climax—my whole damn throat filled with bliss that made my body sing—he tangled his fingers in my hair and told me I was exquisite. My own exquisite slave, he said. My beautiful sister-whore.
Only when the birdsong began outside, did he hold my thrashing body tight in his arms, sweep a tender thumb across my wet lips, and kiss my mouth until I calmed. Once I had, he arranged me on the bed and kissed my body all over, running his lips across my wounds or licking at them softly. When he was done, I felt utterly sated, and the rivulets of blood that had trickled down my skin from a dozen different places were now gone.
He had kissed the wounds closed and I was at peace.
“Helene,” he said, softly. “You are now mine.”
“So you’ll fuck me and control me forever?” I said.
“Yes,” he said, with a soft smile. “My blood-slave sister.” Then he kneeled up, threw back his head, and cried out so loudly that the bed trembled and the walls shook around us. As he kept yelling, as if consumed with fury, my lamp toppled over, books tumbled from the shelves, and my water glass rattled on the bedside table. My heart thumped hard, fearful and unsure. What was he doing? His yells were like Hell itself. Finally, he seemed to find his words and shouted through gritted teeth, “Her blood now seals our pact!”
At this moment, a beam of light shattered through the ceiling, forcing itself down onto us, blaring so brightly that I had to shut my eyes. I felt that beam of light thrust its warmth through my core before piercing into my whole body. I fell against Darren and the light seemed to seal me there, holding my skin to his with a delicious heat. My every cell seemed to glow with life as if I was being reborn.
Suddenly, I heard Darren growl, then felt his fangs burying into my neck. He started to drink greedily, taking great gulps of my blood and grunting with abandon, like a starved, savage thing. He had my free breast in his hand while he drank
from my neck, and it felt so good, so impossibly good, the blood trails running from beneath his greedy mouth.
As he glutted, I grew dizzy. I begged him to stop. I felt myself fainting, letting go of this world. The room swam and was replaced with darkness. Then the darkness swam until I had nothing left.
“Darren,” I gasped, “Darren…stop….”
I thought it was the end—I really did.
But strange shapes suddenly pierced their way through the darkness behind my closed eyes—a string of letters shimmering as they formed. Even though I was slipping away, I could read the message.
It said, “PACT REFUSED.”
THE SECOND BOOK IN THE STEPBROTHER BLOOD LOVER SERIES WILL SOON BE AVAILABLE FROM GO DEEPER PRESS (GODEEPERPRESS.COM), AMAZON, B&N, ALL ROMANCE, AND OTHER ONLINE STORES.
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