Erotica: BDSM Erotica The Fallen Petals Vampire Shapeshifter Horror (Paranormal Suspense Mystery)

by Salem Roth

  “God,” Theresa shrieked, “Noooo!”

  “Must we do this tired dance again, T? God? Really?” Rosa cooed.

  Rosa cut short Theresa's attempted response by lowering her now slathered and dewy cunt onto Theresa’s face. Her neck bent back at an awkward, precarious angle that forced her to submit because her legs were held by hands that felt like iron bands. Theresa felt hogtied without the binding ropes on her wrists and ankles, but the pressure on her spine made her think that she would break in two. She registered through the red hot pain streaking up and down her spine, that her legs had been raised in a spread “V” position with ankles pointed to the mosaic tiled ceiling.

  “Eat me, you reckless slut. Break away from servicing my needs and Karn will split you in two pieces.” This was no mere threat. Theresa definitely sensed that.

  Rosa’s fang trimmed peach met Theresa’s open, gasping lips and sought her ingress, for which she was rewarded, as Theresa snaked her tongue over the nerve-bound bundle. Karn was about to begin the process of assaulting Theresa’s pliant love orifice, but Rosa signaled him to stop. He bowed his head in salute and backed from the room. Rosa continued to enjoy the oral ministrations until she felt the waves of a coming orgasm approaching. In her squatting position over the prone Theresa who licked Rosa with wanton abandon from beneath, the tsunami of sensation reached her panic button and seismically radiated out through her entire being. Theresa greedily lapped up cunt juice as it oozed plentifully from her mistress. Rosa had put a deathly fear inside Theresa with the threatened - but, thankfully unrealized - pussy fisting, and she was grateful to her maker who suddenly stood and seemingly walked through the stone wall.

  ‘What was that?’ thought a bewildered Theresa. ‘I please her and she just disappears? WTF! Or should I say What Not The Fuck? Rosa is so distant. Doesn’t she care about me anymore? She acts like she’s disappointed and I don’t know why, exactly. Bored, even.’

  Theresa felt used and tossed on the garbage heap, and quite frankly, sexually unfulfilled for the first time since her high school days when finding an adequate lover was difficult. Need and want throbbed in time with her swollen clit. Pondering the situation, she suddenly found herself in another chamber. It was a porcelain tiled bathing spa. Steam swirled from an octagonal, sunken Jacuzzi type tub three feet deep and tiled in varying shades of red, purple, and pastel pink. The floor, walls, and ceiling followed suit and the mosaic created an illusion of motion. Condensation beaded and dripped off of every shining surface running in rivulets to a small circular drain grate that appeared to be made of gold. Theresa “forgot” about the existence of Karn and the heretofore hidden room as she took in the spa. Mai Ling appeared, and with a look of confusion on her oriental features, stared at Theresa, asking silently for an explanation.

  Before Theresa could attempt to answer, Rosa rose from the bubble laden, porcelain tub and stood naked and dripping before them; a true vision of beauty and femininity. The usual predatory expression lurking behind Rosa’s emerald eyes was absent. Ling and Theresa stood, mouths agape, and watched intently as the droplets drained off Rosa, almost seeming to caress the mistress’ pale, flawless skin. Ling dropped the black silken, dragon embroidered robe to the damp tiles and stepped into the steaming wetness, also producing some moisture of her own. She sank to her knees and wrapped her arms around one of Rosa’s legs as if awaiting instruction. Theresa, already nude, climbed into the tub and did as Ling on the other leg. Rosa waited a few beats before speaking.

  “My loves, let us become clean…and dirty at the same time.”

  Her words did not match her expression, but the two vampirettes could not see that from their submissive positions. Simultaneously, Theresa and Ling started to caress Rosa, stroking from her knees toward the junction of her honey pot. Ling took a kneeling position in front while Theresa stood on tip toe to kiss her powerful mistress, hands roaming over Rosa’s dorsa and buttocks, and massaging her wet breasts. Warm steam, curled off her ordinarily icy skin. As their tongues danced and entwined, doing a sensual tango, Ling slowly, deliberately licked Rosa’s cunny and teased her clit. A low moan of satisfaction escaped Rosa, but she seemed to be somewhere else too. She could sense the edginess and want of her lascivious attendants to please her, and they would, if only temporarily.

  Theresa conjured a thick red washcloth and lathered Rosa with the bubbles and jasmine scented water as Ling ate her flowery cunt. Rosa sat on the edge, legs spread wide to allow Ling full access to the object of her desire. Ling did not have to be told that Rosa wanted attention directly on her quivering ya ya which had started to pulse with want of release. Theresa felt Rosa’s hands gently move her to stand over Ling, a foot on either side. Next, Rosa slid back into the water and pulled Theresa’s sex to her own mouth. Theresa saw boredom flash across Rosa’s face for only a split second, but forgot about it as Mistress inserted one finger in her gash and one in her ass while applying her tongue to T’s slit.

  Beneath the surface and hidden by the bubbles and rising steam, Ling started to suck Rosa’s hooded secret as she finger fucked the sunken treasure. As one of the living dead, Ling would not drown but the sensation of oxygen deprivation was still there. Desperately, Ling tried to bring Rosa to orgasm-she just had to satiate her master! Rosa cooperated after three minutes as her bucking hips attested. Theresa, caught up in the excitement and labors of Rosa, exploded as well, and sank into the hot bath on legs that no longer held her up. Ling burst through the surface, gasping but happy that she accomplished her goal of pleasing Rosa, who she often thought of as mother figure. If her biological mother, a devout Catholic, could see her now, Ling surmised, she would die of heart failure. Too bad!

  Satiated once again, Rosa watched as Theresa went to her “sister” and laid her on the one foot ledge of the bathing tub. She lowered her face to Ling’s snatch and drank of the elixir that Ling produced in great quantity. Reaching up, Theresa rolled and pinched Ling’s nipples as she ate the Eurasian’s pussy. Within minutes, Ling began to squirm and writhe as an orgasm took possession of her petite frame. She came again, the waves of pleasure washing over her, and then she summarily fell into the tub.

  When Ling resurfaced a surprised moment later, she saw that Rosa and Theresa were laughing. She pouted for a few seconds, and then joined in the mirth. Rosa was laughing! The three women nestled together then, holding each other and stroking and rubbing, basking in the afterglow, the steam, and the scent of jasmine mixed with sex. Rosa blocked her thoughts which still alternated between disgust of her brood's behavior, and the cool calculating agenda she had planned: for the benefit of all of them. They acted like common idiots at times. Deciding this stream of consciousness would lead nowhere, the Mistress of Darkness settled in to enjoy the company and caressing warmth of the enveloping wetness. Family dynamics could be tough.

  CHAPTER 4: boggy business

  Ian and Donnie awoke at sunset. No alarm was needed as they were attuned to the cycles of evil Sol. Ling and Theresa’s coffins stood open and empty, and there was the usual (these days) absence of Rosa. Donnie stretched his massive body, muscles rippling, and glanced at Ian.

  “I’m hungry,” Donnie stated.

  “You’re always hungry,” Ian automatically answered.

  This is how Donnie started most conversations when he exited his outsized cherry wood “box”. He was too damn big to fit in a standard coffin and Rosa had presented him with the personal sleeping space upon his resurrection. Donnie may be a vampire, but he acted like an entitled Little Lord Fauntleroy a lot of the time, albeit an extremely strong and bullheaded child. Ian didn’t mind (most of the time) as he thought of Donnie as his younger brother in need of guidance. He tried to shield the big ox from Rosa’s wrath when Donnie screwed up, and thought he succeeded (most of the time).

  “You need to wait a few days before you feed again, Donnie,” Ian advised. “Gluttony is unbecoming.”

  “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Gotta’ watch my boyish waistline. But I'v
e got to get outta’ the damn house. I’m being stampeded.”

  “I think you mean ‘stymied,’ Ian corrected, a smile showing his gleaming white fangs. “We could go out on the moor and practice stalking prey on the rays of the moon. It should be full tonight, and I’m sick of the ladies outdoing us in that regard.”

  “Yeah, too much fucking estrogen around here sometimes. Let’s do it, Blondie.”

  Luna was indeed a full sphere glowing in the starry black sky, casting silvery beams of chill luminescence across Culloden Moor. The peaty swale, bathed in the rays appeared to glow with a dull yellow, belying the swampy morass beneath. Ian lifted from the steps and soared low over the heath, thrilled with the sensation of flight and the cool air against his face. Donnie followed and took a higher route paralleling Ian’s path as he darted from one current to another. He was clumsier than Ian in the ether and struggled to maintain pace. As he tired of trying to stay abreast of Ian, Donnie put on a burst of speed and swooped down to tackle his mentor.

  Ian sensed Donnie’s impending collision too late and felt the impact as Donnie encircled his waist and drove him to the ground in a classic rugby tackle. Had it been anyone but Donnie, Ian would have sloughed him off easily and counter attacked with devastating accuracy. However, Ian knew Donnie only wanted to wrestle, and so they slammed into the soft ground as one.

  “Ha ha, I fuckin’ gotcha,” Donnie laughed as the cold water and mud oozed from the peat and soaked them both.

  “I let you, punk-boy,” replied Ian knowing this would incite Donnie to lunge and try to pin or get a lock on a joint forcing submission. Ian sprang to his feet before Donnie could grab him. Now that Donnie walked the night, his natural human strength translated to super human: he was strong even by vampire standards. Ian was faster and a better wrestler, but Donnie’s sinew was a force to be reckoned with. Donnie rose, and the two muddy, soaked males circled each other probing for a weakness to be exploited. “C’mon, punk-o-licious, what’ve you got besides that pathetic excuse for a pecker?” Ian goaded.

  Donnie took no offense; it was part of the game they’d played on several occasions. “That’s right, little man, keep it up and see what happens,” and he rushed at Ian.

  Ian purposely dropped to his back as Donnie reached for him, planted his right foot at the junction of leg and hip and let the behemoth sail over him with a little added kick that threw Donnie 30 feet away, where he landed face down in the muck, with a splash.

  “So that’s how it’s gonna’ be, huh?”

  “No, that’s the way it is,” chuckled Ian.

  Whoever said “Laughter is the best medicine” had never been subject to the collision Ian experienced when Donnie rushed him again and took him down. The six foot four inch, 300 pound body landing on him, pinned him to the swampy, wet soup. Ian was forced under muddy water for a second, before he could squirm partially free. Donnie relied on his bulk to keep his opponent down, but it was not enough in the slippery morass. Ian reached out and grabbed a leg, thick as a tree trunk, and turned his hips forcing Donnie onto his side. The wrestling pair now faced one another but was head to foot. As Ian applied a joint lock to Donnie’s knee, Donnie did the same to Ian.

  “Give up little man? You like mud wrestling? Winner gets to fuck the loser!” Donnie grunted. It was part effort and part pain.

  Ian did not answer. One of his hands was near enough to undo Donnie’s mud-caked shorts and let the python loose to flop in front of his face. Ian wasted no time slurping the flaccid cock into his mouth and instantly felt it begin to stiffen.

  “Oh no you don’t!” cried Donnie, and copied Ian’s moves. Ian gasped as the warmth of Donnie’s mouth enveloped his own burgeoning tool. Both men refused to release the knee locks, as they gorged on the others’ meat…at first. Slurping each other in a sixty-nine was too much for Ian and he loosened his grip. Donnie didn’t need to tell him who would be the catcher tonight so he released his own lock and the vampires greedily sucked cock. Ian, out of character, came first. He spurted his hot load of jizz into Donnie’s hungry mouth before Ian was flipped onto his back in the muck which forced his supine legs into the air. Ian lifted his large scrotum out of the way to let Donnie see his puckered, waiting bunghole. Donnie spit some of Ian’s almondy tasting cum into his palm and smeared it on his own cock and the target of his desire. Ian jerked his hand up and down the shaft of his cock still in the throes of his own orgasm.

  “What did you say about a choo choo once? Oh, yes, I remember.”

  And then he entered Ian’s dark, yielding hole of pleasure. Ian had grown to like the anal violations and wondered, at times, if he would have discovered this phenomenon had he remained in the human realm. Now, his thoughts were on the huge cock shucking in and out, and the fact that he was getting hard again. He beat his meat harder and faster as Donnie also increased pace and power. The musky odor of ass blended with earthy aromas of the bog as the two vampires writhed in ecstasy. Ian registered the further swelling of the pummeling bat.

  “Do it Donnie, fill my ass with cum! Slam it, you big redheaded cunt.”

  Donnie needed no more encouragement and began to shudder as he released his spew, buried deep inside Ian. In turn, Ian could hold his own pleasure back no longer and he spurted cum into the air, it looked silver in Luna’s glow, where it spattered onto his face and chest. Donnie withdrew his still leaking dick and collapsed next to Ian.

  “Well,” he muttered, “that was fun. Do it again some time?”

  “Only if I let you win again,” Ian answered.

  “Cute.”

  “Thank you.”

  “I didn’t mean…never mind, I get it. I love you Ian, you know that?”

  “Yeah, Donnie, me too. This can last forever if we’re careful.”

  “Caution is for pussies. Ya gotta live life, especially eternal life, Ian.”

  “That remains to be seen.”

  “She’s a nasty bitch.”

  “Leave it alone. I know,” finished Ian

  CHAPTER 5: the fealty of karn

  The third party of the week was in full swing. Loud Goth metal filtered up to the secret room where Rosa and Karn sat staring into each other’s eyes. Karn never spoke aloud and Rosa, not being able to penetrate the natural barriers possessed by a shapeshifter had never known whether it was by choice or just his particular characteristic. His parents had been very vocal, hurling invective curses at Rosa until she silenced them forever. Karn, only a young child at the time and on what was supposed to be a happy family vacation, was spared. A seasoned Vampress, Rosa was taken aback when instead of devouring the skinny, helpless child she felt something akin to pity...or maybe even love. Having gorged on his vacationing parents, Rosa decided not only to spare him, but take him with her. In time, she realized her actions were practical (he was a daywalker) as well as selfish.

  She knew he received her telepathically because when she asked something of him, he always responded and understood the nuances of her desires. Right now, Rosa was agitated. A decision had to be made and soon. Her bitter disappointment in her family showed in her body language and the frown currently gracing her face. Karn remained stoic, betraying nothing of his feelings via facial expression, but Rosa sensed his discontent with the four additions down in the Scarlet Parlor. The fools brought five students home from UHI to “party”. Again.

  ‘Karn, I must ask something of you. It is not something I am able to do myself.'

  Karn nodded his agreement. He would do anything Rosa asked. She never threw orders or commandments at the shapeshifter, he simply complied with complete adulation. He loved his mistress. Rosa felt his want, his need, and reciprocated the feelings as best she knew how. What tore at her cold heart was the fact that when she fulfilled her promise to turn Karn, they could no longer be together. She would not return him to squalid, disease infested streets of Port au Prince, Haiti, but knew of another place in the United States, a young nation across the Atlantic Ocean. The information gathered from
his parents blood as she drank their lives away told her so. A province called Louisiana would be his new home. He was of a noble family and their blood ran in his veins. Rosa believed Karn deserved to live the rest of his life as a master, not a slave to anyone; not even her. She outlined the plan and gave instructions. Karn nodded his understanding and acquiescence to Rosa’s wishes.

  Sitting on the red divan, they both reached out for each other at the same time, her delicate pale hand entwined with his strong ebony fingers. Rosa felt the electric spark of raw expectation as Karn drew her close and their lips met, parted, and mashed heatedly together. She felt the warmth of his probing tongue and returned the kiss in kind. Karn’s hand unzipped her dress and slid the gown to her waist. Kissing her neck, he nibbled the taut flesh before dipping his close shaven head and sucking Rosa’s cupped breast. His tongue found her nipple and she growled her approval of his excellent technique. He was actually making love with his mouth. Making love to her milky breast. “Oh Karn, I shall miss you.”

  Silent as ever, Rosa’s dark lover laid her back and slid the sequined red dress over her hips and moved to lie atop and between her spread legs. She bore his hard muscled weight as he kissed her again. Rosa extending one hand along his side, massaged his buttocks, while her other sought his 10 length. It wasn’t difficult to find the thick black cock, which she squeezed and kneaded with knowledge born of centuries. He moved to lie beside Rosa as they fell into mutual petting, Karn’s fingers playing her clitoris like a fine Stradivarius, applying just the right amount of pressure, and delving into her dampness. He brought his hand from her pussy to his mouth and tasted her nectar, a smile creasing his mouth before he sucked her heretofore neglected perky left tit. Rosa’s nipple hardened atop her pale white orb, and she silently begged him to show his intense kind of love to her now dripping gash. Karn ignored her pleas momentarily as his tenderness turned to something more carnal; more animalistic.