Voracious Vixens, 13 Novels of Sexy Horror and Hot Paranormal Romance

by Travis Luedke

  The servant served us some. Storeton told us about it. “I would be lying if I said it wasn’t mixed with a drug—wine and blood and something else.” He smiled. “I keep a store here for Charles...I hope you like it.”

  I tasted it and found it to my liking. In fact I found it more to my liking than I thought possible. “It is delicious,” I shouted.

  The others including Gascoyne smiled at my reaction. We spoke some more, nothing that I can recall really—but that was because of the wine mixture.

  I did have a memory lapse that evening. One of many as it would turn out for next I found myself in a large ball room with cushions and mirrors. The rest of the coven was there, they looked to be sleeping.

  Gascoyne was drunk when I saw him. Charles laughed and shrugged. “It is a weakness of his.” He had me sit. “Now watch my lovely. See what blood wine can do!”

  I saw a woman enter the room. “My wife, Lady Storeton quite likes Gascoyne...”

  I watched dopily as Charles began to unbutton Gascoyne’s trousers. His wife was giggling as she knelt before him. “He doesn’t think he likes this but he does,” she said as she took him in her mouth.

  I was trying to get up to stop it, but my legs felt like jelly. She sucked for the longest time. Gascoyne moaned I am sure he thought it was me.

  “He is so delicious but you must know that,” she said. When she saw the expression on my face, she had the servant remove me. “Take her to my guest’s boudoir please. Tell him he may do what she likes to her, she is quite willing, aren’t you my pet?”

  ****

  I moved as if in a fog—I do recall being carried. A door opened and a man’s voice called out, “Is that one of them?”

  “Yes,” was the reply.

  I was laid down then. I turned on my side to sleep but someone was touching me. “Take off her shirt ... I want to see her.”

  I began to dream I am sure. For I thought it was Gascoyne’s voice I heard. I called out to him and heard laughter. I recall nothing after that.

  I only remember waking up and seeing a man’s head bobbing up and down between my legs. There was nothing I could do—of course I didn’t really try.

  He stopped for a moment and smiled at me. “You taste divine. I have never enjoyed anything more in my life. By the way,” he added, moving up to lie beside me. “I am Lord Fenway and I could fuck you forever!”

  CHAPTER 13

  Lord Fenway, what can I say about him, aside from him being the most notorious rake and womanizer, he was also a loyal member of the Society of Satan Club. Actually they weren’t real devotees of Satan at all. They were naughty Aristos who enjoyed the most decadent orgies possible. No orgy was complete without a host of vampires.

  They competed with another such club: the Hellfire Club. The difference being was Hellfire Club members did not get their sexual thrill from being fed on by vampires.

  As for Fenway, he was quite handsome in his way, mature—silver haired with fine features. He did have the look of a leech about him though which was understandable as he was quite the most outrageous aristocrat I had ever heard of and that’s saying something because so many of these men were absolute satyrs.

  He spoke incessantly that night of all the many women, both human and vampiric he had enjoyed. He spoke so long I began to grow weary and felt myself nodding off.

  I don’t remember falling asleep however all I can recall is being carried from the room. When I woke I found myself in a different chamber. Gascoyne was there. He was already awake.

  I was not at my best. In fact I was annoyed by Fenway’s actions but I was particularly incensed by Lady Storeton and Gascoyne too. “That bitch, going down on you like that. And then you took her! I didn’t think it would ever end.”

  Gascoyne tried to speak but I didn’t let him. “And that perverted old man, Fenway, what’s wrong with him?”

  That’s when Gascoyne told me he was a rake. “He’s made so many of the Queen’s ladies in waiting pregnant ... he has a nursery named after him. Actually.” Gascoyne smiled. “He is a most amusing fellow.”

  “Is he?” I shouted. “Well he has tired me out. I want nothing to do with him ever again!”

  “You sound like a child.”

  “I hate him. I hate all of them. Even Charles and our host! I never want to see them again.”

  Gascoyne sighed. “Justine, they are testing you. If we are to flourish in the blood clubs, they want to be sure you will be suitable...”

  If I was angry before, this made me furious. I just stared at him.

  Gascoyne shrugged. “Look, they are degenerate. Much of the aristocracy is. They always have been. Talk to our elders—see what they tell you about what they have experienced in their living lives and undead ones. They will tell you I am sure what went on in ancient Greece. You will be shocked.”

  At this point I didn’t think anything could shock me.

  “Truly, they are sex mad. They want for nothing. The rich and powerful are different. I know you know that...”

  He was referring to the French court. To which I replied that I didn’t know what went on behind closed doors.

  “Well perhaps not, but ask Korven to tell you about the orgies the sun king enjoyed ... Louis XIV’s masked balls catered to every sort of vice and perversion being committed in full view of servants and invited guests. I understand everyone took part in them, even the servants!”

  He paused and took my hand. I let him hold it. Now I was prepared to listen to everything. “What we have to do is please them. It is to our benefit. You don’t want to be at risk do you, competing with rats in abandoned shops and houses for sustenance? Remember how you felt? How we both felt? Remember too, Justine these people get great sexual gratification out of being fed on so that is what we have to focus on—that is their weakness. For it is an addiction. So is sex for them, but the more they depend on us and our kind to feed on them, the greater will be our control over them.”

  I saw for the first time a Gascoyne I didn’t know existed. He was clever and cunning. “Also,” he added. “The wider we cast our net, the more of them we will have under our influence. And Justine, we won’t have to reside in rat-infested crypts. We’ll have estates and palaces to stay in. There are royals too, from near and far that will be our willing servants.”

  He came closer to me. “Never doubt my love for you,” he said. His lips were upon mine in a moment. We made love then. And though there was much passion and we pleasured one another equally and for a long time, it was sweetly done—and so very different than what was done to us by these debauched humans.

  Something had changed. Could it be that I felt love? Was I not entirely a monster? Yes, we were blood bloated beasts but perhaps we were capable of feeling love and compassion for one another. This was my first inkling that such was possible.

  I did speak to the elders and they corroborated what Gascoyne told me. Casca agreed that he had seen things quite beyond his wildest expectations. “In Ancient Greece, Sparta was not only known as a warrior state. Why, with its predominance of men it was known for much else. The back way to Sparta was a joke told by many!”

  It was all a further education into this undead life for me.

  What a strange world I found it to be too. It was filled with riches and luxury—there were pleasures too as well as evil beyond comprehension. If we were evil, these humans weren’t any better.

  As for our hosts, they were that in name only because we ruled them. We ruled them because we were the masters of their addictions, the manipulators of their obsessions.

  Lord Fenway became my blood slave. I’d let him have his way with me up to a point, then I’d tell him where I was going to feed and how much I liked it.

  He enjoyed being fed upon while he watched orgies. That was his greatest pleasure. I did many a time think I had gone too far, for he looked white and nearly lifeless from my feeding.

  “Best stop Justine and leave him for a bit.”

  I would lis
ten to Gascoyne. “Yes, leave him and come and pleasure a guest. He has just arrived. He is Italian but speaks French I told him I’d introduce you. His name is Oriani.”

  I just stared at him. I rushed to see if it really was he. To my astonishment it was indeed. He was so well dressed, quite elegant. He was speaking to Lord and Lady Storeton who looked their most dignified.

  Was it possible, I thought, did he come here to be fed upon and pleasured? Were they all like that?

  Gascoyne knew nothing of Oriani or my seduction and I was determined that was how it would remain.

  CHAPTER 14

  We had been at Lord and Lady Storeton’s for some weeks, enjoying the fruits of their addiction to our bloody activities. What they did enjoy were the plays. Gascoyne and the coven and I performed before them many a night. Sometimes they were engaged in various naughty pursuits and sometimes they were just watching as ordinary theater goers would. It depended on their mood.

  We had some playwrights attend too. At such times everyone would maintain a modicum of decency although some would indulge in various hedonistic pleasures.

  There was quite a well-known French playwright that often met with several of the male vampires in private. Yes, not everyone was so inclined to have their dalliances witnessed publicly.

  As for Oriani, I couldn’t wait. Gascoyne noticed and began to watch me suspiciously. I acted as casual as I could but it was my idea to present a play I thought might be terribly avant-garde. “Why not show feeding on stage?” I asked.

  Gascoyne looked quite thrilled by my suggestion. “And I suppose you want the starring role?”

  “Yes and not only that I have asked Lord Storeton if the performance might be in private.”

  Gascoyne knew I was up to something. “Why private?”

  “Why not?” I shrugged. “Besides, you are asking more questions than Lord Storeton did.”

  In all truth no one gave a damn about any of their acquaintances. It was understood if someone perished they perished. Even our hosts didn’t care. It was just how they were.

  I often thought they lived vicariously as vampires anyway and wished secretly to be turned should they ever become drained.

  The time came at last and a small ballroom was made ready, stage and everything. Storeton asked me about the play and I told him it was something I had thought of myself. He looked interested. “Well I shall watch it to see how I like it.”

  It was a silly play, not scripted or with much of a cast, just myself and Gascoyne. I was playing a woman who would wind up being fed on while sleeping, by a vampire. I was not fearful of Oriani recognizing me because I intended to arrange my hair in such a way so as to disguise my appearance.

  Oriani arrived dressed as elegantly as usual. I peeked from behind the closed curtain to watch. He took a seat alongside Lord and Lady Storeton. I took my position on the couch. A vampire, played by Gascoyne, was supposed to stand at the window and ask to be let in.

  A bell sounded and the curtains parted. It thrilled me to know Oriani was watching. I stretched and moaned. I must say also, I chose the sheerest gauze I could find. I wanted him to see every part of me. The candles at the front were such that I knew he would.

  Gascoyne appeared and tapped on the window. I pretended to yawn and not hear anything. But then I rose... looking slightly fearful. I heard the audience gasp and whisper. Oriani was sitting forward in his chair. He looked most enthralled.

  I beckoned the vampire to come in. Gascoyne entered in a moment. It was a trick window, not a real one at all and it looked as though he had passed right through the glass!

  As he walked toward me, I acted fearful yet curious...He did something unexpected then. He pulled down my gown from me so that I was naked. I giggled and he whispered, “We might as well give him his money’s worth.”

  I had backed away toward the bed. Gascoyne following me, his hands reaching out, it all began to happen on the bed, the touching and kissing.

  But even more outrageous was the feeding. Gascoyne said his line: “I come to feed upon you my maid!”

  I cried out in wild abandon. And he was upon me in a moment. He fed at my neck. He fed so much, blood began to flow. There were gasps in the room. Oriani was on his feet.

  “Can this be?” he asked. “Isn’t he harming the girl?”

  It occurred to me he didn’t know I was a vampire. Perhaps he didn’t know any of us were. I stood then, my naked body streaked with blood. I moved slowly toward the edge of the stage where I lifted up off the floor to drift ever so slowly toward where Oriani was.

  It wasn’t until I was just over him that he whispered my name. I smiled and slowly drifted down. “My love...” I said it so softly I knew he was the only one who could hear.

  He kissed me and when he did I sank my teeth into his lips. He cried out as I began to feed. He pushed me away. “What are you?”

  “Don’t you know?” I asked.

  By this time he did, for his eyes looked wild with terror. “Please,’ I begged. “My love, let me feed.”

  He tried to cry out. He even tried pushing me away but I was far too strong. In no time, I was drinking his blood. There was no stopping me. Lord and Lady Storeton were shocked but thrilled, that was apparent.

  Only Gascoyne shouted, “You are killing him!”

  I smiled at him, knowing how awful I looked with my mouth full of Oriani’s blood. “I will not kill him...I only wish to feast. He wishes it.”

  Gascoyne shook his head. “I will be angry Justine, do not go too far.”

  I shrugged and began to feed as voraciously as I could. Just before Oriani was drained I whispered, “This is for seducing me. I am a vampire because of you, you bastard. Thank you for your blood.”

  Gascoyne pulled me away from the cold dead count. “You lunatic. Why?”

  I told him the whole story. “I was going to kill his wife and baby but I decided against it for it was Oriani who betrayed me and no one else. I am a vampire because of him.”

  Possibly that was not completely true, yet in a way it was. I’d never have run away as I did and been attacked as I was.

  Lord Storeton, not knowing the full story was shocked. “Well really, we get what we deserve I suppose, and he wished to come here...it was his choice, I did try to warn him. Gascoyne, take him away will you... I do not wish to see him like that.”

  Gascoyne obliged and Oriani was thrown into the river. At least that was what he told me. But I wondered if perhaps he had been fed to a Rogue for I suspected they were about London then.

  CHAPTER 15

  Lord Storeton was delighted by the whole thing. The violence of it thrilled him. “Oh I do like that, and he was a foreigner so who cares?” he said.

  I suppose his glee wasn’t all that unexpected. Gascoyne shrugged when I asked him about it. He was very distant with me after Oriani’s bloody demise. It was difficult to tell what he was thinking. However, I have often found him moody and odd sometimes so I just let it pass without saying anything.

  Storeton was indeed thrilled, both he and Lady Storeton along with Charles began to indulge their sadistic voyeurism far worse than before. Before Oriani had been drained, drainings occurred by accident, although I had never witnessed one.

  Now it was all different. There were special guests brought in. That is those invited friends of theirs brought along servants and valets, sometimes strangers off the street, prostitutes and vagabonds and the like—all expendable creatures to be drained dry.

  If there was debauchery before, things were far worse now as incredible evil descended upon what we had come to call Joy House. Shocking and perverted, even to me. It was not that I didn’t participate in the carnage for I did, draining the innocent so that the powerful could enjoy the shows.

  Much of the time I was under the influence of blood wine and laudanum which was mixed with other things. That made me compliant. Casca kept me abreast of such things. If it wasn’t for him, I’d have remained ignorant.

  I was s
till intent on pleasing our hosts at least that was what I told myself. Really I think I got pleasure in the violence of it all. There is the thrill in feeding as it is and in draining the victim to death—is an even greater thrill.

  We fed as we always did, but then on a signal from Lord Storeton we either stopped or went the whole route. Waiting for that signal was like a thumbs up or down from a Roman emperor.

  Casca would tell me later he had seen such things as that in his living life. “Never underestimate the propensity for evil within the human species,” he said. That was not the first time I heard such a pronouncement nor would it be the last.

  The carnage continued. In fact it was exacerbated and because it was, Rogues were brought in to help with the remains. I was horrified at first, just to see them with their oversized fangs and yellow eyes reminded me of my own earthly demise. But these were different, quite tame. Charles told us.

  “They are under control. I obtained them from other masters. Truly you would not believe the places they have been kept in. Royal palaces, would you believe. Yes, they perform brilliantly and really they come in so handy for cleaning up. It is quite messy as you know.”

  I didn’t think I’d ever get used to the Rogues’ presence. I wanted to discuss it with Gascoyne, but he was acting increasingly more distant. There were other differences as well. Lately, he had begun bringing strange wenches into the coven. Beautiful they were too. He did it to make me jealous. When I asked if it was for our coven he smiled and said how we were all one big happy family.

  The wenches, all obviously young when they had been turned were quite popular. Lord Fenway had taken up permanent lodgings in the mansion. He’d insist on taking whole groups of them to his bed.

  It did occur to me that he might regret doing that one day as some of the wenches looked very wild. As it turned out, he was being chewed upon in excess, but never drained. He took delight in showing off the bite marks. “I have been chewed into ecstasy!” he’d say.

  To each his own, I thought. At least with him staying at Joy House the young women of London were safe from seduction and rape.