Erotica: BDSM Erotica The Fallen Petals Vampire Shapeshifter Horror (Paranormal Suspense Mystery)
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Karn was making her wait, she knew, but he would not take too long, as his own yearning was magnified in his husky breaths, if not vocalizations. His self denial was hers, but it was worth the delay of gratification: it was more than a mere fucking and sucking festival. Karn kissed and licked his way over Rosa’s writhing body, the top of her thighs, and finally the sensitive skin near her glistening slit. He teased her swollen labia majora, slipping his tongue into the orchid-like organ and back out to wet her taint. Rosa once again grabbed Karn’s throbbing manhood and guided him on top of her as he licked her pussy. On all fours, Karn hooked his elbows under Rosa’s knees and brought her spread legs up before plunging his tongue all the way into her wanting pleasure hole. She in turn took the head of his cum dripping cock into her mouth, only after licking the oozing head. He thrust deeper into her eager mouth as his tongue danced on her now engorged clit.
“Mmmmm,” Rosa hummed, mouth filled with his big black meat. He began to pump her mouth while sucking her clit and finger banging her tight ass. His control was amazing, but he gave his excitement away with his increased speed and oral penetration. A shiver ran the length of Rosa’s body as his glans hit the back of her throat. The shiver turned to quaking as Karn’s thick 10 inches pressed against her throat again and held her pinned while he licked her exposed panic button and pumped his thumb in and out of her lubricated butt. When Rosa’s orgasm washed over her she almost threw Karn off, but he held fast and kept her “cock-pinned” to the divan.
Karn smiled once more as he withdrew his heated meat from Rosa’s mouth and straddled her, then sliding his length into her pussy. She cried out with wild abandon.
“Yes, my love, yes. A rose by another name would not be as sweet. Take my Rose, it is all for you!’
Karn started out slow, withdrawing to the head before slipping his blood filled cock back in, letting his well endowed balls bump against her butt. Rosa grabbed her own ankles to expose her sex even more and allow maximum penetration. Karn knew she wanted it hard and deep and gladly obliged, but made her wait for it. Two minutes in the missionary position and he was pummeling her hole: she screeched as her second set of orgasms arrived in wave after wave. When Karn withdrew his big black dick this time, Rosa sat up and stuffed as much of the meat as she could take back in her mouth. She sucked it like it was her last meal, but suddenly stopped just before Karn could release his steam of hot salty spunk. She knew what he liked, what he wanted. It didn’t matter if it was pussy or ass, Karn liked fucking doggie style, standing up. Rosa stood, turned, and bent over for Karn, offering herself to his long, bulbous love rod. Karn placed his hands on either side of her hips: Rosa reached between her legs and guided his cock to her ass, but he pushed it down to her gash and quickly entered with one thrust. Rosa yipped with ecstasy and grasped her ankles while Karn held her up and plunged his manhood into her repeatedly.
Without warning, Kam pulled out and took Rosa anally. She loved it, and was thrilled at the penetration. Other than cunnilingus, Rosa’s favorite way to cum was a massive cock plunged up to the balls in her dark path. Karn obliged by pumping her hard and deep. Each could feel the other approach oblivion, the edge of the abyss, and they came as one. Trembling with the shattering orgasms neither could maintain the erect position and they sank to the plush, red-patterned Persian rug in front of the divan. They lay entwined, kissing lightly and sensually. Rosa could feel cum leaking from her wide open and well fucked hole as she dozed in the rippling black arms encircling her. Karn never slept as far as she knew. He stood guard over her during the day and was always available during the nights.
‘Yes, I will miss you, dear Karn. Not only for your loyalty and true love, but also your companionship and understanding. Thank you for taking on the task set before you on the ‘morrow. You are the only one I’ve trusted for over 350 years. When next we meet, you and I shall both be masters of our own destiny.
Karn bowed his head. Was he crying?
CHAPTER 6: the sweetness in loss
Karn stood at the entrance to the Scarlet Parlor. He looked on in disgust; one of the few times in his life he allowed himself visible emotion. There was no one there to see him anyway. The used up bodies of the five students from UHI lay in various awkward positions, their bodies thrown awry in twisted arrangements. They had been cast aside like unwanted, discarded toys. It was a grisly sight. The smell of fresh death co-mingled with the stale atmosphere of cum and sweat in the room. The bitterness of adrenalin and fear could be tasted in that foul air. Thank the Dark Rulers that he couldn't hear anything; his other senses being so shamelessly assaulted by the scene before him. The four vampires slept on in ignorance, in their coffins, lids closed against Sol.
Sol would rise and reign in the heavens in a few moments time, and Karn would rouse them from slumber before that happened. They slept. Knowing nothing of Rosa’s final solution to use an ancient tool of incipient destruction. Karn himself had not known until last night. Instinct told Karn he was running out of time…tick tock, tick tock…
He waited one more full minute, and then walked calmly alongside the row of coffins (and Donnie’s outsized cherry wood box) banging on the lids with his hands. He walked serenely back to the door and closed it as Ling practically shot out of her casket.
“What the hell is going on?” she shrieked in anger.
Ian was next. He merely sat up with a dumbfounded expression on his face. Donnie was the third to rouse.
“Geez! WTF!”
Theresa burst out of her coffin and asked what all the noise was about. “Did we leave one alive?” she shrieked in a sleep confused panic.
Ian was the first to notice the large black man, rivaling Donnie’s immense size, standing at the closed door.
“Who is that?” to the others, and, “Who are you, black monster? Another mind-fuck from Rosa?”
Karn did not answer. He never did. The shapeshifter wanted Ian to exit the coffin to assure the plan would unfold correctly. An alert vampire was a very dangerous vampire. Ian did not disappoint, and still groggy from sleep rose from the coffin that had been his bed for years now. He advanced on Karn but never got there. Karn flipped a lever hidden in the wall. At the snap of the switch, the walls flipped to reveal angled mirrors (the Egyptians used polished metals) that caught UV rays from the sun, funneled down by other mirrors, in four shafts commencing at the roof of Castle Vladimir. Excruciating sunlight would flood the chamber reducing the undead to a smoldering pile of ash. Rosa installed the system as a failsafe. Better to fry like a moth drawn to flame, than experience the indignities of human desecration.
The vampires turned as one when the angled floor to ceiling mirrors replaced the “stone” walls. All gaped as realization dawned. A second later, ultra violet light was flushing the chamber from every angle. Ian tried to rush Karn and throw the switch back but it was too late: he turned to ash in midair, his floating embers spiraling to the red carpet. Ling went for her coffin. She wasn’t even close and burst into flame, igniting an overstuffed sofa in the process. Theresa just stood in place quietly, and just as quietly disintegrated into a neat pile of carbonized aftermath. Donnie, who could not see his reflection in the mirrors (as with all vampires) lunged at the shiny surface nearest to him. In the space of three steps, his muscle bound, 300 pound, physique transformed to gray falling petals of dust and bounced harmlessly off the reflective surface.
It was over. So quickly that Karn almost didn't feel satisfied. The guileless brats were turned to mere dust though, which meant his job was done. Which meant …..
epilogue
Karn turned and left the Scarlet Parlor for the last time. He flipped the lever, making the walls stone again, but doubted if the room would ever be found by humans, or anyone else for that matter. The fire would snuff itself out as it gobbled up the available oxygen. He looked forward to the coming darkness of night, for Rosa had promised to turn him, a wish many years in the making. Upon resurrection, he would be shipped to New Orleans, Loui
siana and interred in a mausoleum. They could not bury their dead below ground in and around the city because of the below sea level land, and high water table. Several times in the past the dead had broken through the soil; coffins floating down the streets. He would arise at night soon after his arrival and take his place in his noble line of ancestors.
Rosa kept her promise. Karn entered the secret chamber at the top of the south tower at midnight. She smiled and silently asked ‘Do you accept my gift, darling Karn?’
He returned the smile and nodded as Rosa approached. Rosa dropped to her knees and fondled Karn’s cock, making it hard. She took him into her mouth for the last time, and would have shed tears if that were possible. In creation and change there is inherent violence as the forces of nature collide. Rosa sank her fangs into Karn’s pulsing member as he spewed gobs of cum into her mouth. He sank to his knees facing her, grateful for her bestowed gift, and hugged his mistress of the night to his broad chest. The embrace lasted for minutes, neither Vampress nor shapeshifter wanting to let go. Finally, Rosa stood, and as her form became translucent and then transparent, Karn heard her last words to him, “Goodbye, my love. Be all you were meant to be, for your power is now so beautifully limitless."
About the Author
Salem Roth knows what readers look for in the Paranormal Erotica genre. Sexy, powerful protagonists; both male and female. Love scenes so risqué, they’re almost too sharp to touch.
Tales of whispered sentiments in shadowy worlds. Brutal, seductive, edgy and most of all fun!
Salem lives in Toronto with her two black (of course) cats: Spooky and Dusk. She finds the city and all it’s gritty realism a great inspiration for her writing process.
Whilst she currently has no fan-page on any kind of social media, she would still most certainly like to hear from her readers. Ideas, suggestions, feedback, all gratefully received.
All she wants is to provide an escape route for her readers, from the pressures of the daily grind.
She hopes she can lead you to that place of expansion and of letting-go.
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