Overkill by Roxanne Rhoads
Wed, Jun 13 2012 12:30
| vampire sex, Vampires, vampire fiction, Vampire erotica, succubus
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Warning: contains graphic scenes of m/f sexual interaction, f/f, f/m/f , sex toys and anal sex
“How many times do I have to kill you before you get it through that thick vampire skull of yours that I don’t want to be your girlfriend anymore?” I asked Simon as he stood nonchalantly on my porch. The cold winter wind blew a blizzard of snowflakes all around him, yet he still managed to look hot and sexy as ever.
Asshole.
God, breaking up with the undead was murder. Literally. I’d killed Simon five times already.
Ok, obviously I hadn’t kill-killed him since he was currently standing on my porch looking somehow seductive and slightly forlorn at the same time. Damn. I never could resist his charm. That’s why I’d put a stake in him five times already.
I always took him back. Then he did something else to set me off, and I had to stake him all over again. This last time, I hoped it had really fucking hurt when I shoved that damn stake into his chest, just a little to the right of his heart so it wouldn’t turn him into dust but close enough to render him almost helpless.
After listening to that blonde go on and on, through a three hour lecture, about what a fabulous lover my boyfriend was the night before, I just had to drive a stake into him. Sure she didn’t know he was my boyfriend. She’d actually been chatting with her friends behind me. I was pretty sure he didn’t actually do her—it was just part of the vampire thrall that made her experience such pleasure. Her mind recalled whatever it wanted, to fill in the blanks to account for that pleasure. But still, sitting there knowing she was talking about my man. Oh. My. God. By the end of the lecture, I’d been ready to stake her.
“Bloody hell, Vanessa! You going to let me in or what? I’m freezing my bollocks off out here,” he said gruffly, still standing in the cold night air while I stood in the warmth of my house.
“Oh, all right.”
I stood aside so he could come in. Not that he really needed an invitation, he’d been in my house a million times. He was just being polite.
“So tell me luv, why are you so damn brassed off at me this time? You know one more inch to the left and I’d be dead for real. Ashes. How would you feel then?” he asked as he shrugged off his long leather coat.
The warm air and swish of his leather being tossed onto the sofa brought his delicious scent my way. Why did he always smell so damn irresistible?
“Oh, I don’t know, maybe it’s the fact that every time I so much as turn my back, you’re sinking your fangs—or other body parts—into whatever buxom blonde comes along.” I huffed and turned away from him.
His hands grasped my shoulders, and I felt his breath on my neck. “Come now poppet, you know I have to eat to survive. These women are just food. You know I’m faithful to you. It’s only my fangs that penetrate anyone else.”
“But it’s so intimate.” I pouted.
God, I hated being such a jealous freak, but this man—this vampire—drove me insane. I hated the thought of any piece of him inside anyone else.
“Why can’t you be like Donatello and get blood from the blood banks?”
Simon made a sound of disgust, “You know that stuff is awful. I hate it. I‘ve been drinking from the vein for over three hundred years. Taking it from a plastic bag is quite disgusting. I‘m sorry luv, not even for you can I survive off that vile, cold blood.”
“Fine but do you always have to pick such beautiful blood donors? And, do you have to give them such pleasure? If I have to listen to one more little campus coed going on and on about you, I am going to stake myself!”
I was getting quite worked up, but not just upset. Shit. Being near Simon drove me wild.
“The bite is orgasmic. The pleasure is in the pheromones and the little bit of mind control I exert on them. It‘s better than having fearful people running amok babbling about being bitten by vampires. You know it’s all about survival. I cannot control how humans perceive their experience with me. As for my choices, I’m sorry luv, but I‘d rather drink from someone young and beautiful than old and bitter. And I do prefer women. Men will do in a pinch but are really not my choice at all. If I‘m going to give ecstatic orgasmic pleasure to someone, I much prefer it to be a beautiful woman. Call me a shallow pig if you must but…”
He trailed off as his hands caressed my shoulders then traced down, rubbing my arms. His lips nuzzled at the back of my neck, sending delicious little shivers through me. I sighed and leaned into him. I knew sexual persuasion was part of the vamp appeal. The whole sex situation made me uncomfortable but it was all a part of what I had to deal with being a vampire‘s girlfriend. Talk about complicated relationships.
“Simon, I know…but damn it drives me crazy thinking about you touching and biting other women. I want to be the only woman in your life.”
He held me tight from behind, and I enjoyed feeling the strength of him behind me, around me.
“Luv, I cannot feed from you every day. So, I have to go elsewhere. I’m sorry. It is the nature of who and what I am. I need for you to accept that. Vanessa, I love you. I love you like I’ve not loved anyone else in these three hundred and some odd years I have walked this planet. But, to make this work, you have to accept I need to drink blood from other people. I need you to be a bit more open and less…uh…prudish about our situation.”
I turned around to look at him. “I do understand it. And, I guess I accept it. I just hate having it so blatantly shoved in my face. Couldn’t you at least go a little farther away to feed, like off campus at least, so I don’t have to listen to any more of these breasty blondes babbling about you?”
“I can do that. And, would it help if they were brunettes and not blondes?” He smirked.
“You’re so lucky I don’t have a stake right now,” I screeched at him as I punched him in the shoulder.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me into his arms.
“Is that all you got right now, poppet? The fire isn’t in you like it was last night. Maybe we can change that. Shall I get you hot, luv?”
Oh god yes, get me hot! I thought to myself. Simon was so damn good at that. He knew how to push all my buttons. His lips met mine with a gentle graze which turned into a more intimate connection as the kiss deepened. He became forceful, pushing his lips against mine, thrusting his tongue inside me, taunting me, making me hot and wet. So very wet. If just a kiss had me melting, it was no wonder all those women went on and on about his bite. I knew just how intense that could be, but I also knew it was nothing compared to being bitten while being in the throes of real sexual ecstasy with him. That moment was where I was headed now. I hoped.
His hands worked at unbuttoning and unzipping me, removing my clothes smoothly, quickly. Vampire prowess and speed at its best I suppose. His clothes soon followed mine onto the pile on the floor as we fell into a sexually heated heap, half on and half off the sofa.
“Vanessa, do you know you make me just as crazy as I make you?” he breathed onto my neck as his fangs gently grazed my tender flesh.
I sat on the sofa while he was on his knees in front of me on the floor. “How Simon? How do I make you so crazy? I don’t play games. I don’t make out with other guys.”
I threw my head back exposing my flesh to him. He suckled and nipped at my throat while his hands cupped my breasts. His thumbs circled my nipples, teasing them into hard little nubs awaiting the pleasure of his mouth.
“It’s just you. Your scent, your look, your adorable temper, the way you are so jealous and temperamental. You would think after over three hundred years such things would be annoying, but honestly women have grown bored and cold in my world. No one cares anymore. You care. You are so alive. so full of heat and warmth. I know there is a wild cat under that uptight exterior of yours. It drives me insane with desire. I have to control myself, so I don’t ravage you every time I lay eyes on you. I want you as I’ve never wanted anyone before. God, Vanessa you are so tempting, so enticing, so…mine. You are mine.”
His lips met mine with a growl. He dipped lower, sucking my budding flesh into his mouth. The nipple practically sighed with pleasure as his sinfully full lips wrapped around it. He played with and pleasured first one tight little bud before working his way over to the other, leaving a trail of wet kisses and licks between my breasts. Then, he moved lower, pulling my hips out to the edge of the sofa. He made his way down my body until he dipped his head between my thighs where my need-slick lips awaited him.
“Your flesh is so ripe and plump, your aroma rich, your pleasure mine to give and mine to take. Vanessa, you are so beautiful,” he mumbled into my thighs as he pressed kisses all the way up my leg until he touched his lips lovingly to my sex.
His tongue slid into me gently. His finger parted my folds, pushed into me. “So wet, so hot,” he murmured as he licked and suckled at my body.
Watching him was so arousing, yet it was the physical pleasure that was really taking over. I threw my head back against the sofa and parted my legs as far as they would go. The first flick of his tongue against my clit sent shivers of need through me. More. I ached for more, and he responded. As he flicked his lush tongue against my hardening, swelling bud, I moaned and rolled my hips towards him. His finger moved in and out of me while his tongue lashed at my fully aroused clit. As I began to quiver and buck against him, his other hand fell flat across my stomach holding me in place.
“Oh, Simon. Don’t stop. I’m coming,” I cried out as the wave crashed over me, flowed through me. I bucked up and off the sofa. My legs wrapped around his neck, knees crushing around his head, heels digging into his shoulders.
He just held onto me as I rode the orgasm out, kept holding me as the shivers and quivers lessened. I unwrapped my legs from around him.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” I asked.
“No luv. Good thing I have super human strength though. A mortal man probably would have been crushed with the way you clenched and twisted those powerful legs of yours. But, no worries. I held tight and made it through with barely a scratch. Now come here pet. I have something for you,” he said sliding his body onto the sofa next to me.
His present? A very thick, long and hard cock waiting for me. It jutted out from his body and stood at attention. Damn, I wanted to ride it. While my legs had been Jell-O mere seconds ago, suddenly they were strong and ready to go. I crawled out of my spot and climbed onto his lap, positioning myself on top of his beautiful erection. I kissed him as I teasingly rubbed my wet sheath along the length of him, caressing his shaft as I teased my clit into an aroused state once again. His large hands palmed my ass, spreading me open as he tried to delve into my wetness, pushing me against him, forcing my hips to grind on him.
“Ah, Nessa, I love it when you tease me, you little minx.”
One large hand let go of my left cheek then came down with a loud thwack against it. I jumped, startled at the smack and thrilled at the tingling sensation it left behind.
“Hmm,” I murmured into his lips.
“Like that did you?” he asked as he did it again.
I jumped, bucking against him and landing right at the tip of his shaft. He pressed it into me, teasing as his cock breached my opening and threatened to slide all the way in. I pulled back, keeping him just inside my opening as I swirled my hips around, teasing us both to madness.
He stilled me, pressing his body closer to mine by pulling my ass cheeks wide open. Holding them with one hand, his other came down with a stinging slap that landed across my anus. Pain filled pleasure tingles traveled through my core as his cock slipped inside me all the way. The mingling of all the sensations pushed me over the edge. My body exploded with orgasmic shivers. I felt my pussy clench around his cock, pulling him deeper inside me as it pulsed around his thrusts. All I could do was hold on for the ride. He pumped into me fast and furious, driving his hard shaft so deep inside me I saw stars sighing in the sky of my mind. They quivered as they called out his name, and so did I.
“Oh, Simon,” I cried out as he slipped a moistened finger tip into my tight little asshole. When I started coming again, he slid another one inside me so I had two fingers thrusting into my tight little hole while his cock stuffed my pussy. I was all nerve endings and need, quivering and shivering in a constant state of orgasm as I came over and over, drenching his cock with my pleasure.
“Nessa, I need to taste you now,” he cried.
I knew his fangs had descended and were ready to plunge into me.
“Yes, Simon, yes!”
I felt his hot breath tickle my neck as his lips wrapped around my skin. First the slight graze of his sharp fangs tickled and taunted, then, finally, they slid into me. The feeling was exquisite. My body rocked as fireworks went off in my brain. Pleasure overrode every other sense of feeling. A powerful orgasm ripped through my body. He held tight to me, penetrating me, sucking my blood, drinking me in as I felt his hot seed spill into me. We were completely connected.
“We are as one, Vanessa.”
I couldn‘t even respond my mind was in such a euphoric state.
* * * *
A couple weeks later I was on the other side of town hanging out with some friends when I thought I saw Simon heading towards the back of the night club. I walked to the back of the building behind the bar area and past the restrooms. When I didn’t see him anywhere I went out the back door into the alley and found him with his fangs sunk deep into a scantily clad brunette. Her left breast was exposed, his hand was caressing the swollen flesh and teasing the puckered nipple as she moaned and sagged against his body. I could see the heat of their bodies steaming up the cold night air.
My vision went red while my heart grew cold.
Yet for some reason my pussy was hot and tingling. Why was the sight of them turning me on?
“I can smell your arousal, luv. Why don’t you come over here and join me? We can both take pleasure from this beautiful creature.”
His eyes glowed green and a drop of blood hung from his right fang. I stared at him like a deer caught in headlights. What the hell was I supposed to do? I felt betrayed. He said he didn’t take pleasure or give pleasure like that, yet I found him caressing her breast. And what about me? The freakin’ sight of it turned me on! Maybe I was just as sick and perverse as he was. Was this sick and perverse? I was confused. So damn confused and aroused.
“Come over here, Vanessa,” he encouraged me as he pushed the brunette’s skimpy little top down, exposing her other breast. He pulled up her skirt, showing me she didn’t have on any underwear. He spread her bare shaven pussy lips with his fingers, showing me how pink, plump and wet she was inside.
“Come on, Nessa. Let’s give this one something to really talk about.”
The woman stared at me with thick-lidded, pleasure-glazed eyes inviting me to come and play. His voice was so soothing and encouraging.
I wanted this. I wanted to experience his world, his pleasure. I walked over to them. He threw his long leather coat onto the cold ground.
“Taste her while I drink her,” he said huskily.
I knelt onto his coat and spread her open. She threw one leg over my shoulder giving me a better angle to see her. I’d never been this close to another woman before. I was curious and willing, but I’d never acted on my fantasies. Until now.
She was beautiful. Her lips were plump, pink and wet with desire. I slid a finger inside her, delighting at the feel of her slick sheath. So hot and wet. I was amazed at how different it felt plunging into another woman. It was nothing like touching myself. I was so aroused I thought I was going to come just from touching her. Wanting to taste her, I stuck out my tongue and gently licked between her folds. Heaven.
Now I understood why men went mad trying to get between a woman’s thighs. While I fingered her and sucked at her clit, she moaned and quivered around me, coming over and over. Simon drank from her. I played with her beautiful pussy. Aroused more than ever before, I could feel my body actually tingling with the need. My body hummed and thrummed with the excitement of doing something so wrong. Simon finished drinking from her and laid her on the coat.
“Get on your hands and knees above her,” he ordered.
I didn’t bother to ask why, I knew. I bent over and hiked my skirt up. He pushed my thong to the side and plunged inside me. So hard, so hot. I came. Then, I came again. I shuddered anew with each long, hard, pounding thrust of his shaft into me.
I looked at the woman underneath me, half asleep and pleasure-drunk. She was still exposed. I put my head down and suckled at her breast. She moaned and spread her legs. I slid a finger into her while Simon kept pumping into me. I put my ass high into the air taking Simon deep while I half lay on top of the curvy brunette. She was so soft and so warm. I didn’t even feel the cold, hadn’t felt the chill in the air this whole time. It was like a dream, a deliciously sinful dream. I heard Simon cry out, thrust hard against me then still as he spilled into me. His long body fell across mine.
“Ah Nessa, I knew you’d be a willing partner. This was exquisite. Combining you and feeding is perfection beyond belief.”
Standing up, he put himself together.
“Come now, we should get her back inside before she’s missed. You too, though I’m sure your mates are quite busy looking for their own sex partners for the evening.”
I laughed. “Yes, they were on the prowl tonight. So, you knew I would be here?”
“Yes, luv,” he replied while gently waking up the dozing brunette.
“Huh, what? she asked, dazed.
“Hullo, darling. We had a nice romp. Time to get back inside before you catch your death out here.” He smiled, sans fang.
She grabbed her neck where he’d pierced her, but of course the wound was erased with the flick of his tongue. Wouldn’t do any good to have people walking around with bite marks on them would it?
She stumbled around for a moment before catching her footing. As she walked by me, she squeezed my boob. “Next time, I get to taste you. Bet you taste good,” she giggled as she stumbled drunkenly into the club.
I looked at Simon.
“So you orchestrated this whole scene? You knew I would come out and find you fondling her? Or, do you always fondle them? Maybe you normally fuck them too when I‘m not around to bang?”
I could feel the fire start to burn inside me.
“Nessa, calm down. You’re getting all worked up again. I wanted you to share the feeding with me in a way you could enjoy. I didn’t think I could just ask you to do it. I figured you might freak out. I wanted to pull you into it. And no, I don’t normally fuck them. I usually don’t fondle them…much…either.”
“Much? Much!” I yelled.
“Sometimes it is required to get them…ah…in the mood, I guess you could say… when the pheromones don’t do the trick. It is seduction, luv, just seduction.”
I pulled a stake out of my boot. A girl has to be prepared. Before he realized I was coming at him, I plunged the stake into his chest. Just above his heart. I smiled with satisfaction as he crumpled to the ground, gripping the stake, blood spurting out around the wood.
“Vanessa, I thought we were beyond this,” he moaned while trying to pull the stake out of his semi-paralyzed body.
“I thought we were past you fucking around with other women,” I snarled and stomped away in a jealous fit.
* * * *
I didn’t see Simon for three weeks. Stewing in my anger, I sat around until it got to the point that I was afraid I’d really killed him for good. I was about to go looking for him when he showed up at my house looking paler than normal.
“I see you’re not dead.”
“No thanks to you, Vanessa,” he growled. “You know you nicked my heart with that damn thing. If I hadn’t been able to pull it out before getting up, I probably would’ve ashed myself. That was completely uncalled for. You really need to do something about that temper of yours.”
“You fucking tricked me, you cheating bastard.”
“I am immortal, Vanessa. Cheating standards, survival and sex are all looked at very differently in my world. Your human ways are small minded and very narrow. If you want to be with a vampire, then you need to be a little more open minded and less inhibited.”
“Seriously? Open minded? Uninhibited? I think it’s more than that. I fucked a girl in an alley while you drank her blood. I think that’s pretty open minded and really uninhibited. Especially considering you tricked me into the whole thing.”
“I did not trick you. I just…arranged the situation. I thought you would enjoy it. And you did until your humanity kicked in and told you it was wrong.”
“I should stake you again right now.” I sneered at him. Why did this man get under my skin so bad?
“Come on now, Vanessa, you don’t really want to do that. Do you, luv?” he purred softly. Damn, he was going into seduction mode. “Why don’t you come hunting with me tonight? I will even let you pick the donor. Someone pretty we can both enjoy playing with.”
“Really? So are you horny or hungry?”
“Both luv. Both.”
His eyes glowed green, a sign he was either highly aroused or really hungry, or in this case, both. I couldn’t help myself and quivered with anticipation. The past three weeks had really made me think about things. I wasn’t really that mad anymore. At least, not at him. I was mad at myself for enjoying it so much and for wanting it again. Really wanting it again.
“All right. Let’s go.”
I reached for my coat. He blinked, surprise making his eyes stop glowing.
“Really?” he asked, sounding shocked.
“Yeah, let’s go. I‘m horny as hell and ready to see your fangs buried inside some slutty little bitch. This time, let’s skip the alley and go some place a little more comfortable.”
“Ah, okay,” he stammered, still sounding shocked. “Why the change of heart?”
“Well, life is too short, or in your case, too long, to follow the strict and boring rules of society. The past three weeks I’ve thought long and hard about the whole situation. I’ve decided I want to have fun and experience pleasure like no other. With you, I can do that. So, let’s go.”
I stood in the doorway waiting for him. It was his turn to look like a deer caught in headlights. I guess he hadn’t been expecting me to acquiesce so easily.
“Really, luv?” he whispered.
“This isn’t some kind of trick is it? I am really sick of getting staked. For over three hundred years I have avoided getting staked. Then, you come along and stake me not once, but six damn times.”
I smiled. “I promise I won’t stake you tonight.”
With that, he finally followed me out the door.
* * * *
After I chose a sexy redhead to be our ‘companion’ for the evening, I suggested she take us back to her place. She willingly agreed, no mind control needed. Good old fashioned seduction works, too. Of course, due to his excitement, Simon was pumping out so much vampire pheromones we could’ve probably seduced the whole damn bar, or maybe a herd of hippos. At her place, our hostess grabbed drinks in the kitchen while we got comfortable in her living room.
“You might want to keep it in your pants for a while longer there big boy, or you’re going to put someone’s eye out with that thing,” I teasingly whispered into his ear as I patted the rock hard erection that had been threatening to rip through his jeans all night. “Every damn woman in the bar was staring at the bulge in your pants,” I continued. “I bet that whole damn place is currently one big orgy thanks to your vamp pheromones and the rocket in your pants. Women were taking their clothes off on the dance floor as we were leaving.”
“Really? Maybe we should have stayed.”
I smacked him. “I promised I wouldn’t stake you—tonight. You should still watch yourself.”
He paled and rubbed his chest.
Our lovely hostess, Heather, came out of the kitchen wearing a sinfully sexy black lace negligee and carrying a tray of drinks and dildos. Hmm, she must’ve made a detour to her bedroom. I was wondering what’d been taking her so long. I stood as she walked in.
“You look delightful,” I said to her as I grabbed a glass of red wine from the tray.
“Good enough to eat,” Simon responded as he grabbed a beer. He stayed seated on the sofa.
“Thanks, now it looks like you two are over dressed. Why don’t I help you with that problem?”
She put down the tray then sidled up to me, swaying her hips and pushing out her tits. She stood behind me and slightly to the side. I glanced at Simon who was licking his lips as he watched us. Heather’s hands circled my tiny waist then crept up under my tight little sweater. Her hands cupped my breasts and her fingers went to work teasing my nipples to hard little points. Then, she moved her hands down, grabbed my sweater and pulled it over my head. In seconds, she had my bra unclasped and my full breasts free. Her mouth eagerly sucked at them. This sure wasn’t her first time bringing a couple home to play. This girl knew what she was doing. She pushed down my skirt and panties, leaving me naked except for my knee-high black high-heeled boots. She looked me up and down while sighing with desire.
“You are so gorgeous. I’m so glad you chose me. This is going to be one hell of a night, I promise.”
She smiled dropping her sexy negligee. Her breasts were huge white globes which hung heavy on her chest. They were topped with large brownish-pink areolas the size of old half dollars. Her skin was a perfect alabaster that rivaled Simon’s pale vampire flesh. Her deep auburn hair flared crimson in the soft lighting, making her look even more exquisite than she had in the bar. I worried if Simon would prefer her over me? I glanced at him. His eyes were glowing green, his pants were undone, and he was already fisting his rigid cock as he stared at Heather and I.
Heather looked at Simon then back at me, “Look’s like your man is ready to go. What about you, gorgeous? Are you ready to play?”
She didn’t seem to notice Simon’s eyes and slid her hands between my thighs. Her finger easily slid inside me. “Oh yeah, baby. I’d say you’re more than ready to play.”
She fell to her knees and pushed another finger inside me. I moaned with pleasure, spreading my legs, letting her in. Her tongue darted out and expertly found my hard clit, flicking it over and over with her tongue until my knees threatened to give out.
“Why don’t you sit down here across from your man so he can get a good view of what we’re doing?” She pushed me toward the chair across from Simon. When I sank into it, she pulled my legs up on the arms of the chair. “Spread wide open so he can see, okay sweetie?”
I had a good view of Simon, and he had a good view of us. Heather put her head between my legs, sucking at my clit while thrusting one of the dildos from her tray deep inside me. I was in a pleasure haze. What was going on? We were supposed to be seducing her. Instead, she was seducing us.
I looked at Simon. He’d removed his clothes and now sat on the sofa naked and watching us intently as he stroked his cock. His cock was bigger and harder than I’d ever seen it before, and his eyes were so brightly glowing they cast a green light about the room. I suddenly wanted to see his cock wet and slick.
“I think Simon needs some attention.”
Heather glanced up at me then over to Simon. She grabbed my hand, putting it on the dildo she’d been thrusting in me, before she moved over to Simon.
She knelt between his legs and starting licking his balls. Moving up his long shaft, she tongued it like it was a Popsicle. I watched, transfixed, as another woman licked my man. When she got to the top, she swirled her tongue around the head then swallowed him whole. His head fell back. A loud groan of pleasure escaped his lips when she worked her mouth up and down his rod. She took him, balls deep, into her throat then moved back up to the head.
Over and over, she did this until his balls tightened and his fangs descended.
“Stop! He‘s going to come,” I cried.
With that, Heather pulled back. “Can’t have that yet now, can we?” She laughed.
Simon sat there, cock rigid and wet, fangs down, eyes bright green. Staring at Heather, his hunger was so bold and strong it was frightening. I shivered. My pussy tightened.
“Don’t worry big boy, you’ll get what you need tonight,” she said.
She didn’t freak at all, and I was sure Simon wasn’t pulling any mind control tricks on her. Maybe he wasn’t the first vampire she’d dealt with?
Heather turned back to me. “So darling, what do you want? Should I fuck your man or would you like to do the honors? Either way that man needs to bury his cock somewhere hot and wet.”
She was so bold it was startling. Maybe she was a pro. I couldn’t believe what I was saying when the words spilled out.
“I want to watch you fuck him.”
Simon’s head snapped my way. His eyes dimmed. He looked worried.
“Are you sure luv? Once this is done we cannot go back, cannot change this.”
“I know, but this is what I want.”
I heard the words, and I still couldn’t believe I was saying them. My pussy twitched with anticipation. I was probably going to hate myself, and Simon, in the morning. On the other hand, right at that moment, I wanted nothing more than to see his long cock buried so deep inside Heather that she screamed. She climbed on top of him, putting her large pendulous breasts in his face, settling her body right above his shaft. I discarded the dildo. Kneeling on the floor in front of them, I wanted to get an up close view. She gripped him with her right hand while spreading her lips with her left. Then, she impaled herself. He disappeared inside her. I thrust two fingers into my pussy, drenching myself with pleasure. I came watching his cock go in and out of her body while she bounced on top of him.
“Spread her open wide,” I requested.
He complied by grabbing her ass cheeks and spreading them open so I could get an even better view of his rod sliding up and down. The sight was amazing. I came all over my hand. Again. Never had anything turned me on so much.
I glanced at the tray with the dildos. It had a bottle of lube on it too. I grabbed a dildo and lubed it up. Moving in closer, I joined in the fun. When Heather realized what I was doing, she stopped moving and let me. I put some more lube on my finger and rubbed it into her anus. Simon spread her ass cheeks open wider for me as I pushed a slick finger into her. She moaned and wiggled her hips causing Simon to groan with pleasure. I pulled out my finger and started working the penis shaped dildo into her tight asshole. She seemed to enjoy it and pushed back against me helping it to go in. Soon it was deep inside her and I was moving it back and forth as she mewled with delight. She started bouncing up and down hard on Simon, grinding her pelvis into him with each downward movement.
“Oh god! I’m going to come,” she cried.
Without warning Simon sank his fangs into her, and she screamed, bucking with pleasure. I pressed my body against her back, keeping her from jerking away from Simon’s bite and keeping the dildo buried in her ass. I reached around and grabbed her breasts, pinching her nipples hard, making her scream even louder. I used my pelvis to hold the dildo inside her as Simon thrust hard and deep into her. I knew he was going to come. I wished I could watch, but at least from this angle I could see his face.
I was going to come again, too. The butt of the dildo inside Heather was bumping against my clit enough to push me over the edge. I could feel the sensations building. His breaths were ragged. He stopped sucking. I could almost feel him spending into her. My womb constricted and my sheath tightened, empty and aching, yet still pleasure filled. I convulsed, my nipples scraping across Heather’s back as she whimpered between Simon and I. Finally done quivering, I slumped onto the floor totally exhausted. Looking up, I saw Simon extracting himself from an unconscious Heather.
His long, muscular body slid on top of mine. He pushed his still erect cock into me.
“I have to feel the inside of you, luv,” he whispered in my ear. “Nothing, no one, feels like you.”
I lay there letting him do what he would with me. While I couldn’t move, I could feel another orgasm building.
“Come for me, luv. Come for me, just for me. You can do it.”
With his coaxing, my body began to quake and quiver. It had to be from his will alone that I did. The vampire was going to kill me with pleasure. As the wave of release washed over me, I blacked out.
* * * *
I woke up at home in my bed with Simon sitting in a chair next to me.
“How long have I been out?”
“Just a couple hours. It is almost morning. I should be going soon.”
“What the hell happened? Heather? The pleasure? She wasn’t surprised by your fangs or your glowing green eyes.” I was recalling everything from our exquisite romp: Heather’s skills, her lack of reaction to Simon’s otherworldly attributes…
“Darling, Heather is a succubus.”
I sat straight up in bed. “What? And, you knew? Why the hell didn’t you tell me? So, I was tricked again? Tricked this time into letting you actually fuck someone else? You fucking asshole, this time we are so done! I’m going to stake you good. So good you’ll be well done. Done as in dead you goddamn mother fucker...!”
“Calm down, Vanessa,” he chuckled. “No one tricked you into anything. I didn’t realize what she was until she had no reaction to me. Then, I put that and her sexual openness together.
And, I realized one plus one equals succubus, which she confirmed after you had passed out. But really, by the time I realized what was going on, we were all really into it. I didn’t want to disappoint. Since I cannot be drained by a succubus and they are not known to drain women well, I figured all was good…you would get what you were after. And, you did.”
“But, you fucked her,” I cried.
“You asked me to. I did what you wanted.”
“I didn’t see your cock complaining.”
“Even with the fangs, I am still just a man, Nessa. Besides you were well pleasured, above and beyond your expectations. Yes?”
“Yes.” I smiled, remembering the delightful evening. “Just…next time can we do a regular old human?”
“Next time?” he asked with a really surprised look on his face.
“Well, yeah. What did you think, I would do it once then have my fill and be done? Sorry babe, you got me hooked. You wanted me to shed my inhibitions and be more open. Well, you got your wish.”
“I’ve created a monster.” He laughed.
“Yeah and I fuck one. Guess that makes us even.”
“One request poppet?”
“What’s that?”
“Please, no more staking me. I really cannot take it anymore. I have only allowed you to get away with it because I love you so very much.”
“I’m sorry about that. I do guess that staking your boyfriend six times is a bit of overkill.”
“To say the least,” he laughed dryly.
Copyright © 2012 Roxanne Rhoads
All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.
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Just a Bite
Fri, Feb 24 2012 12:01
| Vampires, Melissa Ecker, Melissa, erotica, erotic fiction
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Content Advisory: Erotic
Sitting in his car, Scott exhaled and watched people milling in and out of the bar. He glanced at his watch and decided he’d better head inside and rub elbows if he was going to get any work in the area. Running his hand through his hair, he looked in the rear view mirror. After a cursory glance over his shoulder, he crossed the parking lot.
The door was propped open and the bouncer put his hand out. “I need some ID, man.”
“Oh, right.” Scott pulled on the chain attached to his wallet and pulled out his driver’s license. Handing it to the big guy standing in his way, Scott looked around the bar, memorizing the exits. He made a point to always have more than one way out.
The security guy gave him his ID back and Scott tucked his wallet into his back pocket. He slowed his breathing to avoid sensory overload as he made his way to the bar.
The girl behind the bar wiped the counter with a white towel. “What can I get you, darlin’?” Her white t-shirt fit snug across an awesome rack. She tucked a black curl behind her ear, exposing her neck.
“Jack. No ice.” Scott smiled at her and tried not to stare at her tits or her pulsing jugular vein that made his fangs ache. The bar was filled to capacity with plenty of dinner options. But damn, if this one in front of him, sliding a glass of whiskey toward him, didn’t smell fantastic.
“That’s eight dollars.”
“Put it on my tab.”
Scott looked at the woman standing beside him and laughed.
“Remember me?” Batting her eyelashes, she ran her tongue over her teeth.
“Oh, just slightly.” He grabbed her and picked her up for a hug. “It’s been a long fucking time, babe.”
Squealing, she kissed his cheek. “When did you get in town?”
He set her back on her feet. “A few days ago. Craig didn’t mention you were here.”
She smoothed her black tank top and flipped her bleach blonde hair off her shoulder. “I told him I’d surprise you. Surprise.” Her laughter cut through the overlapping voices and music played by what sounded like a garage band in the rear of the bar.
“Nice surprise, Lizzie.” He nodded, remembering the last time he saw her. Maybe three years ago. She’d been in Seattle and stayed at his place for a week. Lizzie had a body he knew like the back of his hand. There was never anything romantic between them, just a mutually satisfying physical relationship. And it helped she was a vampire, too. He could bite her and fuck her like mad and never hurt her.
“Come on, let me introduce you to the local players.” She hooked a finger into his waistband and pulled him after her.
He watched her ass in the red skirt with the slits up the side that exposed most of her fishnet covered thighs. Licking his lips, he almost ran into her when she stopped and turned around.
“Scott, meet Cole.” Lizzie gestured toward a short guy wearing a ripped t-shirt and jeans that were in almost as bad of shape.
Cole stuck his hand out. “Nice to meet you, Scott.”
Shaking his hand, Scott replied, “Likewise, man.”
“Lizzie tells me you do some contract work. Backstage and such.”
“Yeah. I do.”
“Cool. I might need someone coming up soon.”
Lizzie reached into the small black purse slung over her shoulder and pulled out a business card. “Give him a call if you need him, sweetheart. He’s the best.”
Cole tucked the card into his jeans pocket. “I will. Thanks, Liz.”
She kissed Cole on the cheek and pulled Scott away.
“You have business cards for me?”
Looking at him over her shoulder she said, “Fuck yeah. How are you gonna get work without them? Craig gave me your info and I had ‘em printed up. I’ll give them to you before we leave tonight.”
Lizzie dragged him around the bar, introducing him to so many people he couldn’t remember who was who or what their names were and, honestly, he didn’t care at the moment. He was starved.
She pulled him into a booth at the back of the bar. Scooting in beside him, she squeezed his thigh. “You need something, babe?” Her eyes were dark blue like sapphire and glinted beneath the hanging lamp over their table.
Scott’s mouth watered and his cock twitched. “Actually, I do.” He leaned over and kissed her mouth, dragging his fangs over her bottom lip.
“Here.” She gathered her hair and pulled it to the opposite side of her neck.
Her heart beat fast and the whoosh of her blood pumping echoed in his ears, drowning out the incessant chatter and bad music in the bar.
Scott looked around briefly before he cupped the back of her head with his hand, instinctively grabbing a fistful of her hair. He sunk his fangs into her neck and sucked hard.
Her grip on his thigh loosened as she slid her hand up and rubbed his erection through his jeans.
Her sweet, hot blood filled his mouth and slid down his throat easier than whiskey ever had. Calm spread through his body and the need let up. Although, he could have taken more from her than he could a human, he didn’t want to have to carry her out of the bar. It was possible to bleed out a vampire, especially one as small as Lizzie.
“Damn, baby.” He licked the wounds on her neck and placed his hand over hers where she was creating one hell of a raging hard on.
Lizzie kissed him, licking at his fangs. “Let’s get out of here.”
She followed Scott back to his apartment and the door was barely shut when she pushed him against it and pulled at his shirt. “Take it off. Now.”
He smiled and obliged her, tossing it on the floor. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her against him and cupped her breast, teasing her already hard nipple through her shirt. His fingers found the top of her bra and tugged it down. Kissing her neck and down her collarbone, his lips circled the pink pebble and he sucked softly, flicking his tongue over it.
Lizzie groaned and clutched at his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh. “God, I missed you.”
Licking up her breast to her neck, he cupped her ass and picked her up. “I missed you, too.” He smiled and trailed kisses up her jaw to her mouth.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and held on to his neck. Her tongue snaked into his mouth and she sucked at his lips.
Holding her tight against him, he walked to his bedroom and set her on the edge of the bed. He knelt in front of her to unzip her tall boots one by one while lightly biting her knee.
She lay back on the bed and unbuttoned her skirt, slipping it down over her hips. The black fishnet pantyhose did little to conceal the fact she wore no panties and she quickly wiggled out of them.
The smell of her excitement fueled his need and he helped her out of her shirt and bra. Standing up, he stared at her lying on his bed. Her pale skin contrasted with the dark blanket. “You’re more beautiful than I remember.” He unbuckled his belt and slid his jeans off.
Lizzie lifted herself up onto her elbows, pushing her lush breasts forward. She licked her red lips and smiled.
Scott climbed over her, cupping her tit and rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. He devoured her mouth, sucking and biting at her lips.
Her fingers danced down his torso and gripped his cock. She stroked him slowly. “Fuck me.”
“Oh, I will, sweetheart.” He cupped her mound and pressed the heel of his palm against her clit. “First, I want you to come.” His fingers found her entrance hot and wet and he thought about baseball for a minute to keep himself from coming in her hand.
Her blonde hair fanned out above her head and he stared into her eyes. Black liner accentuated the deep blue color and long lashes fanned her cheeks when she let her lids close. She was gorgeous, like a perfectly sculpted porcelain doll. Her pouty lips parted and she moaned. He caught a glimpse of her fangs and his heartbeat accelerated.
She lifted her hips and pressed against his hand, grinding her clit on his palm.
He backed down her body, kissing her smooth belly. Holding her lips open with one hand, he sucked her clit into his mouth and rubbed the tip of his tongue over the hard, smooth surface.
She tangled her fingers in his hair, gripping two fistfuls. Planting her heels against his shoulders, her legs trembled.
The taste of her heated his body and his erection throbbed. He slipped his middle finger deep inside her and started a steady rhythm.
She squirmed and pulled his hair. Her pussy tightened around his finger and he knew she was close. “Oh, Scott. Fucking hell. Don’t stop.”
He increased the pace of his finger and sucked her clit harder.
She bucked her hips and squeezed her thighs around his head. A hissing sound escaped her and her body shook. “Mmm. God. Oh my God.”
He slowed his thrusts and released her clit, lightly licking it as it pulsed. He rubbed her thigh until the trembling slowed. “Your taste is intoxicating.”
She pulled at his shoulders. “I need you inside me. Please.”
Her sleepy eyes bore into him and he kissed her hip, climbing back up her body. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her mouth. “You taste like me.” She smiled and kissed him again.
“I love your taste.” Scott gripped his cock and rubbed it against her thigh, making his way to her entrance. Once in place, he hooked his hands behind her knees, lifting her legs. He entered her slowly and completely, burying himself deep. “Damn.”
Lizzie moaned into his mouth and scratched at his back. “Mhm.”
He withdrew and plunged into her again, harder, faster and she whimpered. He knew what she liked. Moving his hands up her body, he played with her nipples, strumming his fingers over them, pinching them lightly.
Moving her hips, she met his thrusts. She closed her eyes and licked her lips. “So fucking good. You feel so fucking…” Gasping, she clawed at his back. “Harder.”
He nipped her lip before rising up on his knees and putting her legs over his shoulders. Holding her hips, he slammed into her.
She screamed and clutched at the blanket on either side of her head. “Yes. Jesus. Just like that. Scott.”
He watched her breasts bounce and the way her mouth curved as she moaned his name. She bit her lip and drew blood. He inhaled the scent of her arousal combined with the fresh spill of her blood.
Clenching his jaw, he squeezed her hips tight and pumped her fast. His orgasm built quickly. The sensation escalated. “I’m coming, baby.” He growled and plunged into her deep. Exploding inside her, his body jerked with each pulse. Falling forward over her, he bit down on her shoulder and panted. “Holy fuck.”
Her fingertips slid over his back lightly and she kissed his cheek. “There’s nobody like you. You know that?” she whispered in his ear.
Scott smiled and lifted up to look at her. “Why do we stay away from each other for so long?”
Lizzie laughed softly. “So we don’t kill each other.”
Look for Melissa’s next short story on March 25, 2012!
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~ Melissa Ecker ~
Copyright © 2012 Melissa Ecker
All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.
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Deadly Beauty (An Erotic Vampire Romance)
Fri, Apr 22 2011 06:00
| Vampires, Deadly Beauty, erotica, erotic fiction, lesbian, Novella, M.K. Elliott
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Content Advisory: Contains scenes of violence and f/f sex.
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Deadly Beauty
She prepared to step onto the small stage, adjusting her breasts in the cups of her bra, pulling at the tiny strips of elastic of her black lace panties. The stench of cigarette smoke and stale alcohol drifted up to her, making her sick to her stomach.
“And now please welcome to the stage…Calypso Dreams!”
Like the name of the club she worked in, ‘The Paradise Bar’, her stage name also carried a tinge of irony. The name was fake, of course. Her real name, Nadine Shepard, sounded nowhere near glamorous enough for the dive she danced in.
Nadine stepped onto the stage just as the girl on before her—a tall, small-breasted woman with too many tattoos—stepped off. The other dancer was not to Nadine’s taste; she liked her women to have curves—breasts and an ass—not all straight lines and angular corners.
The other woman, ignorant to Nadine’s thoughts, gave her a brief smile before brushing past.
Nadine strutted out, her long legs looking endless in the gold, strappy three inch stilettos. A haze of smoke drifted up in front of her; the smoking ban laws flouted with both disregard and disrespect. She tried not to squint in the sudden bright light, knowing her eyes would adjust within a few moments. Sometimes she wished they didn’t. It would be easier to pretend she was somewhere else if she didn’t have to see the punters sitting in the front row, all trying to hide their erections beneath long coats or crossed legs.
The Paradise Bar wasn’t a classy joint. Located in London ’s East End , in the dark and seedy back streets of Whitechapel, it was never going to attract the best clientele. Instead, the bar attracted London’s finest—older, fat men, with saggy jowls and sad eyes, and skinny young lads sporting sleeves of faded tattoos. Whatever their background, they were all here for one thing; to watch the girls dance.
Taking pride of place, center stage, a silver pole joined the floor to the ceiling. Nadine headed over to it.
A couple of shots of cheap vodka, as she got ready, had been needed to stop her from running, screaming from the club. She knew the other girls did stronger stuff—coke, crack, meth—but she didn’t plan on going down that route. It was an easy trap to fall into. They started the drugs to cope with the job, but then they needed the job to pay for the drugs. A downward spiral.
Nonchalant disinterest met Nadine’s appearance on stage. One guy in the back started to clap, but when he realized no one else joined in, he immediately stopped. She cast her gaze across the room to catch the clapper in her sight, but something else caught her eye.
Her forehead creased; a faint, almost imperceptible movement and her eyes narrowed. Someone sat at the back of the bar, someone sitting alone.
A woman?
Sure, plenty of women liked strip joints. Nadine had watched groups of them giggle and scream from behind their hands, as though watching strippers was the most exciting and dangerous thing they had ever done—as though it somehow made them more interesting. But normally the women were in groups, dragged along by business men in suits, and they always went to classier establishments.
Nadine’s eyes did not leave the lone woman as she reached up with her hands and pulled herself up onto the pole. She wrapped her slender legs around the cool metal and let go. Her head tilted back, her long, dark hair brushing the floor. She stretched her legs out to show off her strong thighs, and arched her back, knowing her breasts appeared round and full in the black lace balcony bra.
Taking hold of the pole again, Nadine opened her legs wide and slid back down, the pole pressed between her thighs.
She twisted herself onto her flat stomach and pushed her round ass into the air, straightening her legs in the high stiletto heels. Her legs were still spread, only a thin piece of black lace covering her pussy.
The music continued to thump. She looked up, swinging her hair out of her face. The solitary woman was still there. Still watching her.
They were all watching her, the sensible part of her mind told her. They paid good money to watch her.
Yet still, there was something about the woman that set off Nadine’s well-honed sense of danger.
That evening, on her way to work, Nadine had been certain she was being followed. She couldn’t help but wonder if the woman had something to do with the feeling. She didn’t start until ten, so night had long since fallen when she started her walk from the flat she shared with two other working girls. London ’s East End streets were never safe, but yet she had gotten used to them. Maybe she’d grown too blasé about the dangers they held. Yet that night she’d been certain eyes were on her, had even thought she heard footsteps follow her down the dark alley leading to the club. Each time she spun around, the street had been empty.
Now she had the same impression again; the intense sensation of someone watching her.
Trying to push the feeling away, Nadine continued her routine.
The punters approached her to give her tips. Pushing tens and twenties into the small strips of material she still had covering her. Experience had taught her how to avoid the ones after more, the punters who tried to tweak her nipple or slip a finger along the crotch of her g-string.
With skill, she whipped the notes out of her bra and slipped them into the side of her panties. Then she reached behind her and quickly unhooked her bra, dropping the lingerie to the floor and freeing her breasts.
She cupped her tits in her hands, pushing her already ample cleavage together. She bent over to give the punters in front a closer view of her breasts and the men behind a view of her ass. She knew they would be thinking about standing behind her, fucking her in that position. In front of her, the woman still stood at the back of the bar. Still watching.
A long time had passed since Nadine last had sex with a man. It wasn’t that she didn’t like sleeping with men, more that she didn’t like men. Too much time spent in places like this simply put her off.
She glanced up to see the woman had left. No, she hadn’t gone, she had simply moved to a different position on the other side of the bar. How did she get there so fast? One minute she had been sitting in one spot, the next she was standing across the room. Nadine didn’t think the woman had left her vision long enough to move without her noticing.
The woman stood closer now. Red hair framed her face, but her eyes were dark, strangely dark.
Nadine knew enough about sex. She read the lust in those strange black eyes. But she saw something else as well, a different need, a different desire; one Nadine couldn’t put her finger on.
Something else was strange. Here was a beautiful woman in a bar filled with testosterone pumped, sex crazed men, and yet not a single man had hit on her. No one offered to buy her a drink; no one even tried to talk to her. Even the other girls left her alone. Not one of them approached her, offering a private dance or more.
Nadine looked up again to discover the woman had gone, vanished as though she had never been there. But in the moment just before she disappeared, Nadine recognized the look in the woman’s eyes.
It was hunger.
Nadine did not join the other girls for drinks after work. They hadn’t invited her and she had no wish to go. She didn’t care that she was an outcast among her peers; she had no interest in socializing with them.
At two in the morning, she left the club. She had changed into a sweater, leggings and fake UGG boots; an outfit completely opposite to the slutty clothes she wore for dancing.
Her steps sounded almost silent as she walked down the alley, toward the main road. Ahead of her, the headlights of cars passed across the exit and groups of young people headed home after a night out. Their laughter floated over to her, becoming louder, before drifting down the street. She heard the sound of breaking glass as someone dropped a bottle. The scent of stale urine violated her nostrils and she turned her head to one side, hoping to avoid its source.
Suddenly, the figures of two men—one large and bulky, the other shorter—blocked her view of the road ahead.
Her heart started to pound, her breath caught in her chest. This wasn’t good. Something like this was never good.
The smaller one nudged the larger man with his elbow. “Look what we’ve got here,” he smirked. “It’s one of the whores from the club.”
“You working out of hours, love?” the bigger guy leered. “Fancy a three-way?”
Nadine kept her head down, not making eye contact, hoping they would get bored and go away.
“Oi! Love, I’m talking to you,” the big one continued.
“Look, she thinks she’s too good for us,” said the smaller guy. “Fucking slut.”
They stood only a few feet from her now. She could walk around, try to side step them, but she decided to walk straight through them. Men were like dogs and horses—they could sense your fear.
As she attempted to walk through, the big one grabbed her elbow. She tried to shake him free, but he held her fast.
“I don’t want any trouble,” she said, her voice sounding forced.
“Ha! Your type are all about trouble.” The small one’s voice was full of disgust.
“So you going to do us a special rate then?” said the big one. “Two for the price of one?” He winked at his friend.
“Please…”
The man reached out and grabbed her breast beneath her sweater, his fingers painfully gouging her skin, despite the thick material.
“Hey! Got the fuck off of me!”
But he didn’t stop there. Using his grip on her breast, he pulled her toward him. He shoved his hand beneath the waist band of her leggings, delving down between her thighs.
That was when she knew this was going to end badly.
Just let them do what they want, she told herself. It’s not much past what you do anyway. Lay still and play nice and you will walk out of this alive.
Yet despite the sensible dress down, her body didn’t want to be compliant. She snatched his hand away, and then, when he came in for a second go, she drew back her fist and punched him full in the face.
Pain speared up through her arm and she clutched her fist, but the man backed off, his own face clutched in the palm of his hand, blood pouring between his fingers.
“You fucking bitch…”
Seemingly from out of nowhere, the metallic glint of a blade appeared and all around Nadine the world stopped. This wasn’t kids messing around anymore. Rape was possibly one of the better things that could happen to her.
“Please…” she said again, stepping away.
But he kept walking forward.
“Blake…” the smaller guy warned, knowing his friend had taken things too far. “Leave it.”
Blake was past listening.
Nadine turned to run, but he lunged at her, knocking her to the ground. She hit the ground, her chin slamming painfully on the concrete. Her teeth jarred together, narrowly missing her tongue. The stench of urine poured over her; ammonia combined with her fear and pain, making her eyes tear.
The knife’s cold metal pressed against the skin of her throat. Blake sat astride her, his weight pinning her down.
For a moment, he withdrew the knife and her heart leaped in hope, thinking he might back off. Then he plunged it deep beneath her ribs and her breath exploded from her lungs. Nadine gasped, winded. She felt a strange sucking sensation as he pulled the knife out and stabbed her again.
His erection pressed hard against her leg. Disbelief tinged the dull knowledge that she had been stabbed. The pain hadn’t hit her yet, but she knew it was coming.
Suddenly, Blake lifted off her and flew through the air, hitting the wall. Nadine heard the sickening crunch of neck bones breaking and the thud as he hit the ground. The other man squeaked in fear and turned and ran.
What was happening?
A pair of low heeled boots appeared in front of her face. Nadine found the strength to take her gaze up the curve of brown leather and the voluptuous body above, to see the person they belonged to.
The woman from the bar.
Nadine thought she should be more surprised, yet part of her had been expecting this woman’s reappearance, however strange the circumstances.
But she was dying; the world fading away. Her blood covered the ground beside her and soaked into the front of her sweater.
Was this how her life ended? After all the years trying to come to terms with the rejection of her parents, the fear and loneliness after being bumped from foster home to foster home. All of that pain and effort and sacrifice, only to die in a stinking alley.
The woman kneeled down beside her, seemingly unconcerned by the blood soaking into the blue of her tight jeans. She reached a pale hand out to Nadine. Long and elegant fingers gently touched Nadine’s cheek.
Nadine was cold, but this woman was colder.
With skin as white as bone and those dark eyes, she was frighteningly perfect, as an angel or a demon might look. No rouge tinted her full lips. Her hair framed her face in a mane of fire, its hue so startling against the lack of color in her skin.
She should have been terrified, yet this woman’s presence ebbed calm into Nadine’s tortured and dying soul.
Her face drew closer. Nadine’s breath stuttered in her chest, believing the woman was going to kiss her. Just the idea of having this stunning, strange creature’s mouth against her skin was enough to drown her fears of dying.
But her lips did not touch Nadine’s. Instead, they brushed against the soft velvet of her ear and whispered, “I can save you. All you have to do is say yes.” An accent Nadine couldn’t place touched her voice.
This wasn’t just a simple offer to save her life.
Who was this woman? What was she?
“All you have to do is say yes,” the woman said again.
Her strength faded, soaking into the ground as effortlessly as her blood. She occupied the moment before she dropped into a deep sleep, her limbs heavy, her mind thick. Could she even open her mouth to give her answer? Did she have the strength?
Her lips felt dry. As she opened her mouth to give her answer, the skin stuck together. Using Nadine’s own blood, the woman wet her finger and moistened Nadine’s mouth.
“Yes,” Nadine croaked. “Yes.”
She moved too fast for Nadine’s weary eyes to register. She saw a flash of white fangs elongated and horrifically sharp. Then the woman’s mouth gripped her throat.
Fresh pain speared through her, but the sensation seemed distant and faint, as though happening to someone else.
Nadine sank into the black.
She woke with a ferocious hunger. Like a baby seeking a nipple, she clawed out of the darkness, looking for something to satisfy her need. Her mouth met cool flesh, but she sensed the flow of warmth beneath.
Something about her had changed. Acting purely out of instinct, she sunk her teeth into the offered skin.
Fluid flowed, its copper warmth somehow familiar.
She fed with a frantic need, drawing the thick liquid over her tongue and down her throat. With each swallow, her strength regained.
Finally she broke free and Nadine looked up.
In front of her sat the strange woman from the bar.
The woman’s beauty stole Nadine’s breath. The red hair misted like a halo around her face. Her dark eyes had a depth to them which was both beautiful, yet terrifying. She smiled at Nadine and from somewhere in the smile came the flash of white.
There was no escaping the woman’s sensuality; her curves, from the bow of her mouth to the swell of her breasts. Nadine only wanted to touch her.
Memories, confused and disjointed, came back to her. She was going to die and this woman had saved her.
“You saved my life,” Nadine said, her voice raw and hoarse.
The woman shook her head. “I gave you a new one.”
Nadine felt different; stronger, sexier, and her body buzzed with life.
She took in her surroundings. Together, they sat on a huge, four poster bed. Rich, sumptuous materials and fabrics were spread out beneath them. Expensive furnishings and dark mahogany wood adorned the room.
“What did you do to me?” she asked. “What are you?”
“I am a legend, a myth. I am something your kind does not believe in.”
“My kind..?”
“Humankind.”
Her heart should have caught in her throat, but Nadine barely felt it beating. All of her seemed different. She could breathe, but she no longer felt the need to, and the blood running through her veins was no longer her own.
“What are you?” she asked again.
“A vampire. And soon, so will you be.”
Her mind swam. This couldn’t be happening. Yet a part of her accepted what this stranger told her.
“I don’t even know your name.”
“You are Nadine.” The way she said her name was like tasting something exotic.
“Yes, I am. But who the hell are you?”
“My name is Adrienne Gellespie. I am more than four-hundred-years-old and I have been searching for you my whole life.”
Nadine shook her head, scared to look at the striking woman sitting in front of her. Yet her eyes were drawn. Her beauty had something magnetic about it and Nadine found herself unable to turn away.
“I don’t know what to believe,” she whispered.
“Believe what is real.”
Adrienne leaned forward, her long fingers tracing the line of Nadine’s lips. Nadine opened her mouth and the cool fingers slipped inside. Her tongue darted, touching Adrienne’s fingertips, her lips closing around them.
All she wanted to do was reach out and touch her pale skin.
“You are so beautiful,” Adrienne said. “The moment I saw you, I had to have you.”
“Have me?”
“In every sense of the word,” her accent rolled. “You are mine now. I created you, so you are forever in my servitude. I am your mistress, but I will also be your protector, your friend, your lover.”
Nadine couldn’t hide the cold thrill of lust racing through her, converging from her pussy, up through her breasts, finally releasing in the fullness of her mouth. She knew she should be fighting this, yet it seemed she was incapable. Whatever this woman wanted, she would do.
Slowly, Adrienne moved toward her, her mouth parted. The lethal slithers of her fangs protruded and they filled Nadine with fear. Was this really happening?
The vampire’s mouth found hers and the kiss was sweet and deep. Their tongues met and Nadine’s tongue tentatively touched the fangs that had so filled her with terror. The sharp tooth nicked her tongue, the few drops of blood causing Adrienne to moan. She kissed her deeper, drawing Nadine’s tongue deep into her mouth, sucking on the blood.
Adrienne’s hand cupped her breast, the cool fingers sliding across the hard nub of her nipple.
Now it was Nadine’s turn to moan and her own hand reached out, pulling this strange and beautiful creature toward her.
Adrienne pulled at her own shirt, ripping the buttons and exposing her flesh. She wore no bra. Her breasts were full and heavy and perfectly round, her nipples dark against the white of her skin. Nadine’s mouth fell to them; first one and then the other, her tongue circling, her teeth grazing.
A gentle push to the top of her head sent Nadine lower, across Adrienne’s flat stomach.
She wriggled out of the tight jeans, revealing a scanty pair of panties. Nadine headed down. The vampire was bare, not a single hair to spoil the soft, willing flesh.
Nadine breathed in her scent through the lace, her tongue probing against it, feeling her moisture beneath. Adrienne moaned and pushed her pussy against Nadine’s tongue, encouraging her.
“I am your mistress now,” she whispered from above. “You will pleasure me and love me, and I will do to you in return.”
Nadine pulled the wet lace to one side. Her tongue slipped inside Adrienne’s moist folds, slowly licking up toward her sensitive nub. She gave it a gentle flick with her tongue and repeated the motion.
Adrienne squirmed with pleasure, her own hands touching her full breasts, squeezing her nipples into hardened peaks. The sight made Nadine’s own body tighten; her cunt convulsing.
She went back to her clit and licked, faster now. She pushed a finger inside Adrienne’s slick pussy, and her tight muscles gripped and relaxed against her digit.
“Wait,” Adrienne gasped. “Together, we need to come together.”
The vampire sat up, her red hair almost burning, her dark eyes flashing with want.
Quickly, she helped Nadine remove the rest of her clothes and then Adrienne climbed between Nadine’s legs, paying back the pleasure.
The coldness of her tongue was a shock on Nadine’s hot skin. Adrienne pushed her tongue deep inside and Nadine gasped. Never before had she experienced such intensity. Whatever Adrienne had done to her had fired her sexuality to another level. Adrienne feasting upon her as no one else had before—as if she were starving. Her whole mouth covered Nadine’s mound. Her lips pulled and sucked at Nadine’s labia, her tongue hardened and thrusting. When her cool finger found Nadine’s clit, rubbing it in firm circles, Nadine’s head swam with pleasure.
Adrienne lifted her mouth, her lips wet with Nadine’s juices. “I want you to taste me again,” she said.
Carefully, she turned her body until her pussy hovered above Nadine’s face. She buried her face back between Nadine’s thighs, intending for them to lick the other to climax.
Nadine took the firm flesh of Adrienne’s peachy bottom in her hands and pulled the vampire’s cunt down toward her mouth.
Adrienne tasted so sweet, unlike any woman Nadine ever had. She took the delicate slips of skin between her teeth, nibbling gently. Adrienne ground down, encouraging Nadine deeper and Nadine hardened her tongue, pushing it deep and curling around to hit the sensitive fleshy spot on the inside of Adrienne’s wall. The vampire groaned in delight, the vibration sending a thrill through Nadine’s clit.
Their orgasms mounted, fierce and strong, building deep inside. Just as she was about to come, Adrienne turned her mouth and sunk her fangs into the inside of Nadine’s thigh.
The orgasm convulsed within her, the waves pummeling her over and over. She screamed out loud with its force and her whole body jerked as the aftershocks came. Adrienne moaned as her own orgasm wrapped around her, holding her in its embrace.
They lay, spent together, wrapped within each other’s arms.
Was it magic Adrienne held over her, something to do with what she had done? Nadine didn’t care. All she knew was that in this woman’s arms, she finally felt peace. She was home.
“Now what?” Nadine asked. “Am I what you say I am? Am I like you?”
Adrienne shook her head. “Not yet. To be like me, first you must kill.”
She didn’t know how she felt. Her brain and conscience told her this was wrong, that she wasn’t born to be a killer, but the excitement and need rising up inside her had a whole other plan.
“I have someone I want you to meet,” Adrienne said, her dark eyes flashing wickedly.
She rose from the bed, and still naked, opened the bedroom door and walked from the room.
Within moments she was back. Held in one hand and carried like a naughty puppy by the scruff of his neck, was the smaller man from the alley. Blake’s friend.
“You won’t be properly turned until you make your first kill,” Adrienne said. “If you want us to stay together, you must kill him.”
She dropped the man and he scrabbled away, staring at the two naked women with a mixture of lust and terror.
“Do you want us to be together?” Adrienne asked again.
She wanted it more than she had ever wanted anything in her life.
Nadine looked down at the man at her feet. Moving faster than she ever thought possible, she fell on the man, pinning him to the floor. He shrieked like a caught rabbit.
Above her, Adrienne let out a gasp of pleasure.
Nadine turned her head to the man beneath her.
And bit.
~*~
The novella, Deadly Beauty, is available to buy fom Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Smashwords.
When erotic dancer, Nadine, is attacked and stabbed in a dark alley, the last thing she expects is to be ‘saved’ by lesbian vampire, Adrienne.
While Nadine had sworn off men as a human, now a newly turned vampire, she struggles with her new desire for both sex and blood. And when River, a sexy, but dangerous male vampire, is thrown into the mix, Nadine has to wonder if she really wants to be with another woman for the rest of eternity...
(Warning; contains scenes of explicit sex, including lesbian, anal, and ménage, and some violence. Intended for an over 18 reader only.)
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Copyright © 2011 M.K. Elliott
All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.
Copyright © 2011 M.K. Elliott
All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.