Talon

by Alice Wade

The table had been lowered so she could be taken from behind and in her mouth at the same time. Kaen truly enjoyed these types of conversions, specifically when the coven worked as one to keep their toy in a state caught between pleasure and terror. Deandra definitely leaned more towards pleasure raising his anticipation. He’d have to change that.

  He’d take her first and plant his taint deep in her body, starting the conversion. That would kick start this to happen faster, and from there she’d be his for all time.

  The more he watched the lower her head dropped as the taint spread through her body. It excited him to see his proper and arrogant princess on her knees and breathing heavily while the coven waited patiently for their turn. Kaen barked a sound when Deandra gave a tormented moan, more to herself. This was turning out to be quite enjoyable indeed.

  She didn’t understand what was coming next. One by one, the vampires had pumped their taint into her body. Each left an offering when they’d fed and when her mind realized how much vampire poison she’d been given, shock set in. One dose of the venom was enough to send someone into a state of euphoric bliss, but ten? Deandra’s body flooded with copious amounts of their poison from their feeding and her body wasn’t prepared for the volume. It caused her heart to flutter in wild spasms and her breathing turned to more of a labored pant.

  Deandra moaned loudly again, leaning down so her flushed face could press into the cold table. This all felt like a dream, something detached and unreal. She could hear Kaen, somewhere near but her eyes were dropping shut. All she wanted to do was revel in the incredible sensations ripping through her mind, body and soul at the moment.

  Kaen grabbed her hair and yanked her head up roughly. “Deandra?” He sounded sweet, but his actions were anything but. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

  She whimpered as her unfocused blue eyes tried to make out the sight before her. She could tell Kaen stood there, but her blurred sight only presented a confusing double vision. She felt a heat throughout her body that spread like a wild fire and caused her to whimper. It bordered on pain, but as it reached her extremities, the pain disappeared to be replaced with a pleasure like she had never known before.

  The bald vampire looked down at this sight and remembered what he thought of in the carriage earlier today. Her parted lips recalled the fantasy of her sucking his cock and ignited a wicked thought. His original intent was to begin by plundering her core, but the image of his cock embedded in delicious mouth changed his mind completely.

  He yanked her head up and her tortured whimper only brought on a wicked smile.

  Deandra knew what was coming and surprisingly felt a flush of heat between her legs. At that exact moment, the effects of the venom kicked in, and she felt intense sexual urges like she’d never known before. She craved what he offered and knew the only way to curb the driving need was to swallow what he presented before her face.

  She mumbled something unintelligible, and her tongue snaked out and licked her lips in anticipation.

  Still holding her hair in his fist, Kaen growled at the sight of his wife and shoved his cock into her partially open mouth. He didn’t stop until his shaft pressed against the back of her throat, hearing her gag in response. He almost lost control when he felt the heat of her mouth and shivered with pleasure.

  “Relax your throat. Let me in,” he growled in a low, urgent tone.

  Deandra was beyond any rational thought and did as he commanded. By relaxing, she allowed him to bottom out deep in her throat and fought the gag reflex, filling her mouth with his thick shaft.

  Kaen threw his head back, hollering. The sound that erupted was one of primal passion and it inflamed her to a fevered state. She couldn’t get enough and this was barely curbing her need. The simmering urges brewing beneath the surface demanded more, so much more.

  Kaen’s legs trembled when he became lost in the unbelievable feeling. If it were not for his hold on her head, he was sure he would have stumbled. He felt his time approach and closed his eyes. Nothing could be more glorious then feeling his own release build as it raced through his body. “Don’t stop, dearest,” he grunted.

  Deandra made a sound but it was when she looked up with her glazed over blue eyes, that Kaen lost control. Looking into those blue depths, he pinned her while giving his first offering of the night. This sent a wave of his poisoned seed into her body and down her throat. Still clutching her hair, he forced her to swallow everything he offered, even when she tried to pull away from the burning sensation. Kaen’s head hung down and he listened to her whimper. Reaching out, he touched her mind and his head flew up when he encountered the unbelievable. He expected to find her shattered and broken. Instead, he found her craving more. Looking down at his wife once more, he couldn’t help the smile that toyed along his lips before caressing her cheek.

  The sensation of withdrawing from her mouth was regretful. He shivered, more so from the feeling when her lips suckled the tip than when he completely withdrew. Kaen leaned down and pressed his lips to her hear, “Good girl.” When he straightened back up, his gaze fell on his friend’s lustful face. “Warwick,” he called out.

  “Sir?” The vampire in question practically shook with need. He stood fixated on Deandra’s opened body which dripped small drops of her moisture.

  “Your turn.” Kaen ordered and finally dropped her head violently. He stood back while his man pounced immediately, wasting not one second in play. He knew what he wanted and he took it. Warwick approached her from behind, spreading her for his enjoyment. She helped him by sliding her legs father apart on the table, realizing what was about to come. Laughing, he dragged his tip along her dripping opening, teasing her to the point of insanity.

  Deandra’s every sense was consumed with need. She craved more and urgently whimpered at the delay. “Please…” She begged as the combination of the coercions and the venom worked their magic on her mind. She rocked backwards in her desperation, releasing small mewing sounds to communicate her need. Her gaze searched behind her, finding him glaring at her with something terrifying. Which should have scared her but it didn’t. Deandra yearned for more.

  Warwick pressed his severely engorged head against her opening and hissed when the heat nearly burned him.

  “Please!” she yelled and pressed backwards against his shaft feeling the tip push inside to her extreme relief. It was a start.

  Everyone heard her ragged breathing and caused the level of arousal among the other vampires to ratchet up to a near feral state. They all stood in a ring around the table while the broad-chested vampire impaled the thin blonde princess in just a few powerful thrusts.

  Warwick’s short cut hair and goatee had become slick with sweat the deeper he thrust. He’d forgotten how good a woman’s body could feel. Over the years he’d focused more on the pain of the conversion, thriving instead in that sensation. All the while he’d forgotten about…this. Her body gripped him and he snarled. In playful retaliation, he pushed hard back and earned a howling scream. However, it was mixed with a perfect blend of pain and pleasure. Since he’d been feeling the pleasure, he now wanted the pain. Warwick captured long strands of her hair and pulled hard, yanking her head back while he pulled out and then slammed back in with more force than before.

  “More,” she cried out.

  He was amazed, but complied. He repeated this forceful attack until they were rocking in a smooth steady motion, his sounds becoming more wild.

  Deandra screamed in time to the frantic tempo, but she was definitely enjoying the attention. This was what she longed for and it was only scratching the surface. “Harder!” she grunted between thrusts, pushing Warwick to a frenzied state that bordered on insane.

  Kaen stood a few feet away when her head came up with Warwick’s rough tug. Their eyes locked and she smiled a wicked little sneer that sent a shiver of ill boding down his spine. She was behaving like a crea
ture made of sexual desires. This was supposed to be a torment, yet she was responding with a certain level of willingness that surprised him.

  Lainey reacted this way as well during her conversion, and it got him thinking about the black haired witch as he watched his friend plow Deandra savagely. Were their reactions related to the method of conversion or the fact both women were sexual deviants? He wasn’t sure, but made a mental note to try out his theory with another soon.

  Perspiration dripped in rivulets down Warwick’s face, while he concentrated on plowing into her body. It satisfied him to no end that a sheen of sweat covered her skin from head to toe. Where their bodies collided, it created a slapping sound that dominated the room, further spurring him on. He continued vicious plundering, until he felt the flicker of her inner muscles and increased his pace in order to push her over. Feeling he’d achieved his aim, he grunted and thrust hard releasing her body which opened and a flood of hot fluid bathed his cock. When this happened, he felt the sensation through every nerve in his body while he released wave upon wave of his tainted fluid into her core.

  Deandra’s head fell forward when Warwick released her with a flourish. She felt the searing pain of his venom starting at her stomach and tracked it as it spread through her body. Deandra spied him when she looked at him through the dishevelment of her hair. His attentions scratched her itch, but she still needed more.

  “Please,” she begged.

  Warwick laughed. He slapped her behind painfully hard, leaving a flaring handprint. “That was excellent sport.” His eyes twinkled when he met Kaen’s calculating stare before stepping away from Deandra regretfully. “Thank you for that, Kaen.”

  The next two vampires stepped forward and at a signal from Kaen they pounced into action. The man in front was already embedded deep in Deandra’s mouth, while the vampire between her legs, seemed to debate. He was toying with her rose bud using his thumb and tested the waters by pushing his thick thumb into the hole and shuddered at the tension gripping his digit.

  Deandra burned with a fire that didn’t seem to go out. When she felt the new pressure invade her body, she released a complimentary moan which vibrated her throat massaging the invading appendage embedded there. This was too much for the man enjoying her. Snarling he gripped her hair in frustration at the same moment he lost his control and flooded her insides with more tainted seed. When he let go, Deandra shot her head up, snarling wildly, pinning him with eyes that screamed she’s wasn’t remotely satisfied. Her eyes narrowed dangerously, issuing a statement that he’d lost out and then she smiled.

  The vampire stared at her with a newfound appreciation before turning to look at his comrade over her sweaty back. “You bastard,” the front man growled. “I was trying to make that last!”

  The other vampire just laughed, “To each is our own. I was curious, so I took it. Sorry to interfere with your fun.”

  Deandra hissed at them both, “Stop talking!”

  The man laughed from behind her, “If you’ll excuse me, I need to pleasure this little vixen.” With that he thrust his cock deep and felt his legs slap against her body. He was completely sheathed in her warmth, pausing to enjoy it before he moved.

  “Oh, hell,” he moaned. “Oh, bloody hell.”

  She felt incredible.

  Switching his hands to firmly grip her hips, he violently pounded into her. Small red welts were carved into her flesh from his talons but he didn’t care. She didn’t appear to mind either, for the vixen met each of his thrusts with a colliding force. Obviously, the painful bite from his talons was inconsequential against the ravaging his body delivered. Allowing the sensations to assault him, he let his head lull back and a deep primitive laugh bubbled forth. He realized something in that moment. It wasn’t about her pleasure that was amusing him. Not in the least bit. This was about him and his contentment, and she was definitely satisfying him. He wasn’t going to last long though, especially with the vise-like grip on his shaft that nearly milked him to insanity. Between his attentions, the woman would look back in challenge, as if she dared him to give her all he had. That was enough. He was brisk in his attentions, gracefully moving fast with reckless abandon. He used her and she enjoyed it.

  At one point, he leaned against her back and wrapped his arm around her waist in order to reach her clit. Using his taloned finger, he fondled her while he rode the princess to her breaking point.

  Deandra floated in a sea of pleasure and cried out when her orgasm crashed down. That seemed to shatter the hold on her mind and she looked around in amazement. Hungrily, she licked her lips for she was nowhere near sated and invited the more. She was driven to experience additional partners, something she didn’t resist at all. She accepted what was happening and begged repeatedly for them to give her more. Somewhere in all of this, Deandra accepted she enjoyed the erotic acts being done. She accepted that she was being used. Never before had she thought being pleasured by more than one man could even remotely generate arousal. Yet, when the next man stepped forward, she licked her lips in anticipation of the cock that entered her partially open mouth.

  Hours into this, she was thriving, but he’d shared enough. He waited for her to be distracted so didn’t notice Kaen approach at her side. Deandra remained on her knees but had long ago resorted in leaning down on her elbows. This left an erotic curve in her torso and forced her breast to be exposed. Admiring this for a moment, he couldn’t deny he liked it.

  She was suddenly infused with the sensation of his hand cupping her dangling breast in his open palm. He teased her pebbled nipple with his thumb, drawing out a strangled sound.

  “Is this what you were expecting, dearest?” he purred.

  The feeling of him pulling on her nipple threw Deandra into a new state of sensation. She felt like she was splitting apart at the seams as her urge surged to the surface. Looking through her messy hair, Deandra said all she needed to say with her eyes. He snorted in amusement. “You are being so very compliant. I’m impressed.” Kaen looked down her ravaged and shaking body and felt a sense of pride. He had hoped for a little resistance, but instead she gave herself freely to this conversion and he couldn’t decide what he craved more: her fear or her pleasure.

  She looked past her breaking point and could barely hold herself up on the table any longer. Kaen knew their fun was coming to an end. She continued to pant while challenging him. Her arms faltered just then and she slumped to the surface. He felt a fleeting disappointment that she’d been broken. Until she pushed herself back up on her arms. Deandra turned a crazed look to Kaen. Her eyes were wild and burning unfulfilled need. “More,” she croaked out.

  He couldn’t believe what he just heard and laughed. She never ceased to amaze him! Right when he thought he had this little princess figured out, she threw another card on the table and trumped him. Incredible.

  “No fear this isn’t even remotely over, dear. There is plenty more to come.” He pulled again on her pebbled nipple, stretching her taut point.

  Deandra leaned down on her elbows when her arms finally gave out.

  “Kaen!” Her body was flooded with heat as more of the venom and endorphins that flowed through her veins infused her body, “Don’t stop.”

  Kaen continued to molest her dangling breasts, giving her what she wanted. Again he compared her to Lainey and found her lacking, but Deandra was pleasing him nonetheless.

  All the men experienced her once, poisoning her with their own offering before Kaen called a halt. “Untie her now.” Deandra was turned onto her back to lay sprawled on the table with her long hair cascading in long, wet strands around her face and body. It was plastered to her face and arms. Her skin was slick and covered with a heated flush, and her face was relaxed with a satisfaction radiating in her eyes. She clearly enjoyed this tremendously.

  “You didn’t lie when you said the sex was going to be better,” she said
hoarsely. Her lips were cracked and swollen. She watched him with heavily lidded eyes.

  Kaen regarded her for a moment, “No, I didn’t, did I?” His open palm ran down the center of her torso in the valley between her breasts to cup her heated and sopping sex. “That was only the beginning, dear.”

  A disturbing smile lifted the corner of her lips, “Good.”

  Kaen frowned. Good lord, what exactly have I sired?

  * * * *

  “Why has Talon not returned? It’s been hours. He said he’d be gone minutes.” Dace paced, walking the parameter of the room.

  Lainey was worried. More so for Kailani who had become more and more despondent. She had not hunted today and should have gone out hours before. Instead she remained in the fetal position on her bed. “I don’t know Dace. I really don’t.” She leaned against the window, feeling dejected. Outside the midnight bell tolled. They both shuddered knowing that it meant Deandra was probably being converted at that very moment.

  “If he doesn’t return,” Dace joined her at the window he and looked out, “I’m to immediately evacuate you and Kailani from the city and find a nomad coven of vampires that Talon trusted.” He held up his hand to stall Lainey’s argument. “I gave him my word.”

  “He’ll come back,” Lainey said quietly, worried that she didn’t believe herself any longer. Maybe she could make it a reality by saying it over and over, because she didn’t want to flee.

  “I’ll give him until tomorrow. If he’s not here, we depart immediately,” Dace stated.

  “What about the renegade group? Who’s going to lead them? There is no one else,” Lainey hissed. They’d worked too hard to rebuild the morale of their renegade group to just walk away like this.

  “I’ve already spoken with Omar. He’s the logical next choice if anything were to happen to me. He’s prepared to take over.”

  “Omar? Are you sure?”

  “I’ve no other choice.”