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

by Travis Luedke

  “Anything I have that you want is yours,” he said thickly, his throat tight with need, the pain from the myriad of thorns and branches holding him forgotten, as the heat from her hand radiated along the length of his cock and out into the depths of his body and balls. Her blood-red lips parted in a wonderful, heart-piercing smile, showing two rows of even, white teeth, and her dexterous tongue ran lightly over her lips, leaving a sheen of moisture on their redness.

  “Then you’ll not mind if I help myself, then, sir?” she asked.

  Without waiting for an answer, she dropped to a knee and lowered her head, bringing her lips close to the glistening, purple head of his cock. Holding him firmly before her mouth, she gently licked around the throbbing knob, rubbing it again and again with her tongue, before finally slowly covering it with the smooth wetness of her mouth. While her hand had been warm, and her tongue warmer, her mouth burned with a fury that seemed to come from the fires of Hell itself, and Gerry threw back his head and howled in passion, as blood rushed through his body to inflate his tortured manhood even more. Slowly, carefully, she took him deep into her throat, then, her strong lips gripping him hard, teeth dragging along his tenderized skin, she pulled back up the length of his shaft, and smiled as he exited her entrancing mouth.

  “Is that acceptable to you, sir?” she asked ingenuously, looking up into his face. He looked down into her sparkling eyes, unable to understand why she had stopped extracting her payment.

  “It’s fucking wonderful,” he said, trembling as she continued to gently stroke him, squeezing the tender head of his prick between her fingers. “Please, take all you want.” She smiled back up at him.

  “Oh, I certainly intend to, sir, I certai...”

  “Please, you could at least call me Gerry, couldn’t you?”

  “I suppose I could,” she said, thoughtfully. “Gerry it is, then.”

  She smiled at him again, and then focused her attention back to the throbbing head of his glistening prick, licking its sensitive underside before returning it to the heat and safety of her hungry mouth, her grip tightening on its shaft, as Gerry closed his eyes, trembling under the power of her ministrations. Again and again, she worked his burning hardness deep into her searing throat, nibbling and biting him as she withdrew him out of her, gently coddling his balls in the warmth of her hand, repeating the process, squeezing him hard with lips, fingers and tongue. Shards of unendurable stimulation cascaded through his lower body, making his legs tremble and his balls ache as the sack holding them tightened and tightened, pressing them close, squeezing them dry. He would watch her work for a while, a look of pure pleasure on her face as she sucked on his tingling hardness, then, as the sensation became too much for him to bear, he’d close his eyes and roll his head until the current crisis passed. Cassie had never given him head like this before, and the fact that he was ensnared in a wall of thickets and thorns disappeared from his awareness, as his whole being focused on the pleasure and the pain that was the beautiful mouth of the Queen of Storms.

  Groaning in ecstasy, he became aware, at long last, of the triggering deep within of the mechanism that meant the end was nigh. Orgasm was building within him, and she seemed to sense it too, as she suddenly withdrew him completely, and massaged his hypersensitive glans between her thumb and forefinger.

  “Not long now, my dear,” she said, looking up at him, a gentle, happy smirk playing on her lips. “Your payment to me is coming, Gerry, literally.” He looked down at her, praying for her to take him back into her mouth and finish him off. “I think I am almost ready, too. Almost!” Gerry watched in near incomprehension as she smiled up at him. Her blood-red lips, plump from the activity of sucking him, parted sensually, and, suddenly, he noticed that the two front teeth in her upper jaw were starting to lengthen, growing into two long, slender points, almost like a...

  “Vampire!” he gasped. “Wha-a-a..?”

  “Vampire?” she snorted contemptuously. “Really? Does this really feel like the cold lifelessness of the Undead?”

  Quickly she covered his cock with her mouth, bringing back the incredible heat, sucking him hard, taking him back to the edge of orgasm, as he struggled in vain to evade her bite. She pulled back again, catching a few drops of semen that seeped onto her tongue, and smiled inwardly as he gave up struggling and accepted his fate. Unable to resist the wet fire of her mouth, or to prevent his oncoming orgasm, Gerry writhed as her long, pointed fangs dragged slowly across the top of the swollen, purple head of his cock, her lissome tongue coddling its underside in ever-increasing stimulation. Her grip tightened on his shaft, pumping it hard, as she felt the first tremors of climax start to ripple through him, her teeth tripping past the end of his head and sinking deep into the hardened flesh at its base. Her body trembled as the hapless human surrendered his essences to her, filling her mouth over and over, and she smiled inwardly as she made her victim howl in ecstasy, sucking his hardness again, and again, and again. When he could take no more, and she could feel his hardness and strength starting to wane, she relented, licking him clean, then stood up to face him, the paleness of her cheeks now highlighted with a hint of pink blush.

  “Mmm,” she sighed, wiping an errant trickle of blood from the corner of her mouth and sucking her finger sensually clean. “Blathach and blood – my two favourite flavours! The Essence of Man and the Essence of Life! You know what that gives me, Gerry?” She stared into his eyes, seeing only the desperation of lust and adoration. When he failed to answer her question, she continued. “Total control, of your heart, your mind, and...” she took his limp manhood in her hand and squeezed it gently. It responded immediately, starting to harden and lengthen, despite the ooze of blood from the two holes at the base of its head. After a few moments she let it go, stepping away from his refreshed arousal, as another peal of thunder rolled across the sky. “Need I say more?” She turned away from him, her hunger satiated, her hunt complete.

  “W-wait,” he called. “Who are you? What’s your name? Please, I have to know,” he cried out after her, struggling pathetically to free himself from the thorns and branches that held him captive. She stopped and turned to face him, a look of pity crossing her face.

  “Be careful what you wish for, fool,” she said, almost tenderly. “Knowing who or what I am will not bring you any fortune, except maybe bad fortune. Darkness follows me like...” she stopped to ponder. “Well, like the Night that surrounds us – my Haven, my home! As for my name – look around you. Tonight, it is everywhere your eyes fall!”

  “I get it,” he said, feebly. “Storm, that’s what you are. The Queen of Storms, just like the card. But what’s your real name?”

  All he heard in reply was her merry laughter, fading into the distance, as he felt the grasp of the trees and thorns lessen, and he slipped out of their grip and into unconsciousness.

  3

  “OH MY GOD! GERRY!” The shriek from Cassie brought him out of his fretful, nightmare state, and back into painful wakefulness! For a moment or two he was confused, dazed! He had no idea where he was, but it certainly didn’t sound or feel like he was lying in the middle of a storm-wracked forest.

  “Wha..? Where the fu...” he stuttered, opening his eyes and looking around. Somehow, he was back in the bedroom at the cottage, lying uncomfortably on the clammy sheets. Then he saw the look of abject horror on Cassie’s face, and tried to get up out of the bed, but the pain it caused all over his body made him lay back down again in agonized frustration. All over his body, arms and legs, a plethora of puncture holes and cuts from the thorns and branches out in the forest had slowly oozed blood onto the sheet, where it had dried, gluing man and material together. Moving caused these adhesions to separate, in many cases reopening the wounds and causing fresh blood to seep out.

  “Holy fuck, Gerry!” Cassie gasped again. “What the hell happened to you?” She had scrambled off the bed when she had first seen him, terrified by the sight of him wrapped up in the blood-covered bedclothes.
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  “I need to get out of this bed,” he replied in frustration. “Can you get some water in a bowl, and a cloth, please, Cass? We have to soak the blood off.”

  Cassie dashed out of the bedroom, and, a few minutes later, reappeared with a large bowl of cold water and some tea towels.

  “Best I could manage,” she said apologetically.

  “That’s fine, babe,” Gerry replied.

  ~* * * *~

  They spent the best part of the next hour slowly washing Gerry’s wounds, extricating him from the blood-stained bed sheets. As much as she tried to minimise the pain from pulling at the material, Cassie trembled every time Gerry jerked or gasped. Most of the wounds bled as they were soaked and separated from the sheet, and more than a few still had thorns embedded within them – most easily extracted with Cassie’s eyebrow tweezers, but a few were too deep for her to get at.

  As she worked on his predicament, Gerry explained what had happened – how he’d gone out to shutter the windows because of the thunderstorm.

  “There was a thunderstorm last night?” Cassie asked in disbelief.

  “You better believe it! It was a monster of a storm. The whole building was shaking from the thunder. I was amazed that it didn’t wake you up.

  “Anyway, I was outside, shuttering the windows, when I saw someone out on the veranda, so I chased after them.”

  “Did you catch them? Who would be out here in a thunderstorm?”

  “No, not at first. They had disappeared by the time I got to the end of the veranda, and I couldn’t see them in the blackness. So I went back and fixed the rest of the shutters. But, when I got back into the cottage, somebody banged at the door. When I opened it, there was no one there! It was like someone was playing games with me. I came back in to see if you were ok, but you were still asleep.”

  “I can’t believe I could sleep through a storm like that,” Cassie said, shaking her head.

  “Me, neither,” Gerry replied. “I know how much you hate thunderstorms.”

  “Hate? They terrify me!”

  “So, I went back into the living room, and then, again, some asshole hammered at the door. When I opened it this time, I could see them running away into the forest, so I chased after them. Then I got lost in the forest, deeper and deeper, and then, running like hell to get nowhere, I ended up in a thicket of thorns and branches. I struggled like fuck to get out of it, but just seemed to get bound tighter and tighter. Then I guess I must have blacked out, or panicked, or something!” He didn’t want to unnecessarily spook Cassie further by mentioning the bear that might just not exist, and, for some strange reason he could not explain, he withheld any mention of the Queen of Storms. “I still don’t know how I got back here.”

  “We’re going to have to go to the E.R., or hospital, I think. We don’t have any real first aid supplies here, and those last few thorns need to be removed.” Gently she helped Gerry carefully to his feet. “And you will probably need a tetanus injection, but, hopefully, no antibiotics.”

  “Tetanus?” Gerry said, stepping gingerly around the room. “Oh, joy!”

  He made his way into the bathroom and had a long, warm shower, the water stinging his torn and tenderised skin. Gently he soaped himself up, rubbing off the grunge and grime of the forest. Eventually he made his way down to his cock, and, after giving it and his balls a thorough scrub, he rinsed them off, then carefully inspected himself. Sure enough, right under the edge of his glans, on the top of his manhood, there were two small, round, deep puncture wounds, about three-quarters of an inch apart. Unlike the wounds from the thorns, these holes were almost healed over. Gently he ran his thumb across the top of them, feeling their raised profile and, as he did so, the face of the Queen of Storms, smiling up at him, swam before his eyes.

  “Damn!” he said, putting his head back and letting go of his prick. “That’s just not possible!”

  “You OK, Gerry?” Cassie called from the bedroom. “You’re talking to yourself.”

  “Yeah, I’m fine!” he called back. Well, as fine as I can be, considering! he thought. He turned off the water and, retrieving the towel that was hanging over the shower door, he started to pat himself dry, trying not to disturb the wounds that had stopped bleeding. After a short while he stepped out of the shower and walked back into the bedroom. Cassie had bundled up the bedclothes and put them into a black garbage bag, ready to be taken back home with them, to be laundered. She watched Gerry as he put on some deodorant and then slowly and carefully got dressed.

  “We have to go back to that bookstore, as well,” he said, brushing his hair.

  “Oh, yeah?” Cassie said, heading to the bathroom. “What for?”

  “We need to see if they have the book that goes with that Tarot deck,” he called to her. “I want to find out all I can about the Queen of Storms,” he added quietly.

  ~* * * *~

  Almost four hours later, Gerry and Cassie walked slowly out of the E.R. at the Headwaters Health Centre in Orangeville. Gerry’s arm was already starting to throb from the tetanus shot, and more than a dozen locations on his body were stinging afresh, having had their thorns removed, and his whole body had been cleansed with an antiseptic wash.

  “Well, that was fun,” he quipped as he carefully straddled his motorbike and pushed it back off its stand, taking its weight. Cassie smirked as she stowed her purse in the rear cargo box, then climbed up behind him.

  “Well, those nurses certainly seemed to get a laugh out of you running naked through the forest in the middle of the night!”

  “Yes, how very droll of them!” Pulling on his crash helmet, Gerry started up the Harley, feeling its comforting throb between his thighs, as Cassie strapped her helmet on. The bike rode gently forward, heading out of the hospital parking lot and out into the town. It didn’t take very long before they were travelling along Broadway, the hot sun once again causing Gerry to sweat under his jeans.

  A few minutes later they were parking right outside the bookstore, Gerry already starting to feel a little trepidation as he pulled the bike back up onto its stand.

  “You sure you want to do this?” Cassie asked as she retrieved her purse and the bag holding the silver Tarot box, and stowed their helmets in the cargo box.

  “Damn right I do!” Gerry replied emphatically. “I need to find out about that deck of cards. I need to know who she is, who they are!”

  “Who she is?” Cassie repeated, a smirk on her lips. “You mean you’re only interested in finding out who the Queen of Storms is? Hmm – do I have something to worry about here?”

  “What do you mean?” Gerry responded defensively. “How could you have anything to worry about? She’s just a card!” Even as he said it, his cock twitched with the memory of her teeth piercing his skin, and, suddenly, he was hard and uncomfortable in his tight jeans. But Cassie just laughed in response.

  “My, my! We are touchy, aren’t we?” she chuckled. “You need to get more sleep, hon.” They both laughed, the sudden tension quickly disappearing, although the same couldn’t be said for Gerry’s erection! Putting his arm around her, he stole a quick, hard squeeze of her ass, then held her hand as they walked over to the bookstore.

  The inside of the store was cool and shady, totally different from the way that Gerry remembered it from the previous day. Then the place had seemed dark and humid. He looked around the store, trying to locate the old woman who had sold him the deck of cards. Not seeing her anywhere, he made his way to the counter, while Cassie meandered around the store. A young woman was taking payment for a bag of books two elderly women in front of him had just bought, fussing over the debit card machine, which seemed to be working rather slowly. After a few moments, the receipt finally came rolling out of the machine, and the women took their bag of books and, with a “Thank you, Sandy!”, they left the store. Sandy turned her baby blue eyes in Gerry’s direction, her long blond hair bobbing as she stepped toward him.

  “Was there something I could help you with,
sir?” she asked him, smiling the obligatory smile of the shop assistant.

  “Well, I, er,” Gerry began. “I was in here yesterday, and I bought this deck of Tarot cards from the old lady that works here.” Sandy giggled at the mention of the old lady, then gasped as he took the silver box out of the bag and placed it on the counter. “I was hoping to get the instruction book that goes with this deck, as it’s missing from the box. I looked for the old lady, but she doesn’t seem to be here today.”

  “That’s an amazing box,” Sandy said, inspecting it carefully. “I don’t recognize it from any of the products we have here, though.”

  “The old woman that sold it to me took us in the storage room at the back of the shop, through that door over there,” Gerry said, nodding in the direction of the door.

  “O.K.” Sandy said slowly. “I, er, I don’t see...” Then she seemed to change her mind about making her comment, and, instead, followed up with, “Why don’t I ask the old woman to come down?” So saying, she walked over to a phone on the rear counter, picked up the handset and pressed one of the buttons at the bottom of the phone. A few moments later the phone was apparently answered, and she talked quietly into the handset, holding a brief conversation with the person on the other end. Hanging the phone up, Sandy stepped back over to Gerry, who was looking around for Cassie.

  “Excuse me, sir,” Sandy said, getting his attention. “My mother will be down in a few minutes to talk to you.”

  “You’re mother?” Gerry said. So that’s why she thinks me calling her an old woman is so funny, he thought. To Sandy he said, “I don’t know if she is the right person. Your grandmother, perhaps, or even great-grandmother. The woman who served me was really rather old!”

  “Well, no one who works here is that old, sir, but maybe my mother can help when she comes down. She owns this shop, so would know everyone who works here.” She looked down at the silver box again, then slowly ran a finger across the lid, feeling the engravings. “That’s really beautiful, isn’t it? I bet the cards inside are beautiful, too, eh?”