"Let her go!" roared Damien. His body heaved against the bonds as he witnessed his wife noisily suck another man's cock."That's better," the vampire groaned, a contemptible smile crossing his lips. "There's the anger and shame. You thought she was your faithful wife. But you know how vampires are turned."Images of Abigail gasping beneath the vampire as he fed off of her, his cock slamming into her depths. She orgasmed as she died, crying out in ecstasy. Damien clenched his fist and snarled. He hungered for blood.The vampire's blood."I'll tear your throat out," spat Damien. "You think you're the first vampire I've faced. I've been scraping your filthy kind off my boots for a decade.""Like you did with Vincent?" snarled the vampire."Vincent?" Damien demanded. That was the name of the first vampire Damien and Abigail had killed. They had been seniors in high school with no idea what they were doing. They just knew they had to stop the predator killing their friends."Yes, my beauti
"Yes, yes, Sire!" Abigail moaned.Her head threw back, pressing into the vampire's neck. He bit into her flesh, drinking her vampiric blood. Abigail shuddered. Her pupils dilated. Her pussy ground into Damien. Her juices flooded across his stomach and down to his cock. She squirted as she came hard."Such exquisite beauty," grinned the Vampire. "Your wife is mine.""His," Abigail echoed as she shuddered. Her breasts heaved and her mouth opened wide as she screamed out her passion.Damien roared and snarled. "I will kill you! I will rip you apart. I will feast on your entrails. She is my wife.""Now she is my whore," grinned the vampire.He ripped his cock from Abigail's asshole. His wife slipped to the floor and turned, swallowing the vampire's cock into her mouth and sucking her ass clean from his dick. The vampire gripped her hair and groaned, his eyes rolling back in the head as he savored the pleasure of using Damien's wife.Damien strained against metal, pitting his undead flesh
Just the key." Wiggle the toe.His breathing slowed as the world began to fall away. He focused on the silver key lying on the stained wood. His mind grasped at it, sliding along the wood and struggling to pick it up. The nightstand rattled again, the lamp wobbling.The key lifted up."Yes." his breath exploded out of him. A dull ache formed behind his eye.The room grew brighter.The key floated through the air. He moved it up to his right manacle. He could just make out the lock. The key was facing the wrong way. He turned it and pressed it against the metal. It scraped and slid against the manacle as he struggled to find the lock."Come on," Damien growled. His head throbbed. His stomach growled. He needed blood. He could smell blood outside. Humans stirred in the neighborhood. His tongue licked his lips. Hearts beat, only faint murmurs. Damien heard them through walls and distance. The beats called to him as they pumped hot, life-giving blood."No," he growled.The key caught on a
And Faust will continue to expand his power."Aurora flared her wings. The Ether was so thin. It was the medium separating the mortal world from beyond. All she had to do was step through the barrier and manifest. She could close the curtains and save Damien. The plan would be salvageable.But she hadn't been given permission to perform any more interventions. Heaven no longer considered the risks worth allowing her to try. And she was no a demon. She wouldn't act without orders.But she wanted to."Gideon. I could crossover. I could save him. Do they know upstairs?"Gideon glanced at his clipboard. "No intervention is possible. It is not worth the cost of allowing another demonic encroachment."Anger flared through Aurora. She seized the Ether's fabric. She just had to tear and she would be through. She would save Damien and he could go kill Faust. Damien would be another monster, but one more easily manageable than the monster that was Faust."Aurora?" Gideon gasped, placing a hand
The tall, silver haired woman with long nose and sharp features was known as “Madam.” Her demeanor was formally polite and yet stern at the same time. She extended the envelope to Luke and said, “When you enter the premises, you must not give your real name to anyone and likewise, you must not ask anyone their name. No exchange of phone numbers or email or any of your personal information. Failure to abide by this rule will have you immediately ejected and banned from the premises.”“Understood,” Luke said as he took the envelope.“This way please,” she said and then led him across the polished, checkered floor of the Jeffersonburg castle. The seventeenth century castle had already changed ownership between two wealthy families from the time it was built but now, it was owned by a group known as “the Collective.” It had been renovated to look exactly what a seventeenth century, prestigious Gothic dwelling would look like. Luke opened the envelope and looked at the paper inside it. Cou
Eva’s breathing began to stabilize and then she spoke, “Listen to me Luke. You can insult me all you want here but when we step out, it will be a different matter. Under the rules of this house, we are both obligated to protect each other’s identities. This place has no tolerance for people who break its rules.”The wisdom of her words began to sink into Luke. His grip on her wrists began to get loose and finally he let her go. “Why did you dethrone her? She chose you for that one night for the money you could only dream of. She selected you and you took her place,” he said.“Do you wish to know what happened?” she asked.“Yes.”Eva took a deep breath and started to tell her version of events.Eva Broussard’s Version of Events:Czar was the codename given to Boris Egorov, head of an underground crime syndicate. He owned a chain of casinos and they were used by many white collar criminals to turn black money to white. If you wanted large sums of money to disappear in order to evade tax
I strolled out of the restroom into their master bedroom which has been set up for this particular night. The lights were dim and chinese music played in the background. Maria walked around the room with a glass of lemonade in her hands, closing blinds and adjusting the lighting. She had taken the robe off and was in the white lingerie that she was wearing underneath. For the first time I saw her curves as they presented themselves through the thin fabric of her white lace lingerie. Large breasted women always aroused me and the way Maria’s slender frame sporting her heaving boobs really brought out the “bad girl” in me.I am toned and athletic. I am not flat chested at all but lets just say that the size of my boobs was never my forte. While experiencing puberty I wished that I would have tits like some of the early bloomers in my class. I would watch my chest in the mirror but my boobs took their time to come. During those years in which I waited to blossom, I developed a certain “a
She was so responsive, so sensitive to my mouth that she twisted and tensed as her breathing started to turn into moans of pleasure and arousal.I always carried strap-ons of different sizes. The biggest one was 12 incher but there were rarely any women out there who would enjoy Mr .12! It would always be requested by a husband or lover who wanted to see his woman take all that in. If my goal was to please the woman and not the onlooker, then I had other more reasonable sizes. Maria was a lovely woman and I wanted this moment to be hers. I selected a strapon that I had named “Peter.” If I wanted a woman to fuck me with anything in my collection then it would be Peter.After strapping him on I made Maria lick and suck Peter while her husband watched while stroking his manhood. I could look into his face that he was getting his money’s worth. I took a lubricant and quoted Peter with it and then had Maria lick and suck it until it was ready. Then I pushed Maria onto her back and spread h
As the class ended Laura made sure she was the last person to leave, because she was afraid there would be a wet spot on the back of her pink miniskirt. Thinking quickly, Laura loosened the straps on her book bag, so it would cover her ass, just in case. Then she hurried to the ladies restroom. However, with every step after being loosened, Laura's book bag kept lightly slapping her pert ass.Between the book bag spanking her ass and the panties massaging her sex, Laura worried she wouldn't make it to the restroom before collapsing in a climax. The poor girl wondered if anyone around her suspected that she was dripping wet or even worse, could they know that she was going to do something she had never done before... masturbate in a public place. Luckily, she made it inside the ladies room without cumming and rushed into the first stall she came to. The lock on the door was broken, but it stayed put when it was closed.Laura reached underneath her skirt and rolled the tight panties dow
Over and over Laura's brain repeated, 'This is WRONG... This is WRONG. Oh God! I can't be doing this.'But her body was burning from the sensations of lust, so desperate for release from her pent-up frustrations. It felt so RIGHT as she stuck one finger, then two up her already soaked sex. Her sight and smell totally overwhelmed, as her senses were immersed in Monique's soiled panties. Her face planted firmly in crumpled shorts, back arched gracefully, toned thighs spread wide, and her young tightly rounded ass high in the air. She reached underneath her body and tormented her swollen clit."Oh God! Oh fuck! Oh fuck my pussy." The blonde cried as she drove one finger and then two deeply in her cunt from behind."Oh Oh ohhhhh -- eeeeoooooowwwwww!!!" Her cries echoed off the cinder-block walls as she came. Several students passing underneath the girl's dorm looked toward the commotion and wondered enviously which young co-ed was getting her brains fucked out."Ahhh... Cumming?!!" Laura,
I'm going to fix that little bitch! Monique thought to herself. She sat at her desk soldering a circuit board. She was the perfect picture of a beautiful athletic African goddess and she looked very pissed.Monique had endured all the other insults Laura Leigh had heaped on her, but when she watched Laura flirt with her boyfriend last night, that was the last straw! It really pissed her off, because she knew that Laura didn't even like black guys, she just did it to spite her.So as the bitch happened to be her dorm mate, Monique was in the perfect position to make the prim and proper Barbie-looking slut pay.Monique snapped a cover on the device she was working on and then lay down on her back and slid under Laura's bed to secure it with some electrical tape.She had waited patiently for the ice princess to fuck up so she could use it against her, but Laura appeared invulnerable. 'Well maybe little Laura just needs a nudge in the right direction.' Monique thought. She wondered if her
Their names were Marge and Gary and they did everything together.Marge was actually older than Gary by about seven years and she hated to be reminded of it by anyone but Gary most of all.Velda saw her birthday cake at the country club and it had the terrible "Forty" splashed all over the chocolate icing like a sentence without any hope of a reprieve. That meant her spouse Gary was thirty-three and he did his best to look a bit older by wearing a moustache that really didn't suit him at all.The observant reluctant vampire was taking unnecessary tennis lessons from the husband Gary and she could not miss the fact that Marge was always watching them carefully from the stands. It was easy to see that the attractive mature woman was concerned her younger husband would eventually find an even younger substitute for her before he entered into that magical mid-life crisis when young pussy was too much of a temptation for most married men even those with wives their own age or slightly young
Her Romanian fortune-teller close and personal friend Valentina gave her all the satisfaction she needed in human sexual contact without the need to chance the explosion of seeds of creation inside her human form. The woman was fully trained now to perform all those special little exercises that she had become addicted to over the years. Her recent attempts to have a normal human life with a male partner had all ended in disaster or despair and she had decided to just use the humans for liquid replenishment of her vital life force and as play things to chase away the boredom of solitude.This Donald was attending a night school of business in the downtown section of the city and he apparently had a steady girlfriend called Betty. Fortunately, Betty was one of those females that wanted the man signed, sealed and delivered with marriage certificate before she would allow him to spread her vaginal slit. The foolish man-child was still a virgin and filled with hope of coupling bliss for t
Of course, the virginal blood was the premium grade for her needs but this coarser stuff would suffice nicely. She was careful not to drink too much because she instinctively knew that she did not want to make the stranger her "child" or end her days on earth forever. There were only a few drops spilled to the ground and the girl stirred with that sense of having been "eaten" by a monster. Velda didn't see herself as a monster, only a creature that was the genetic servant of her forebears and her feared master of distant times. He still existed somewhere in the underground region of that strange country and drained the blood of fearful peasants nocturnally in rightful royal exploitation on moonless nights.None of this had seemed possible to her the day before but now she was willing to accept the fact she was a Vampire doomed to walk the earth forever seeking the blood of human slaves to service her need for the liquid essence of life.When she withdrew from the station platform, the
The fact that he had been unfortunately caught in an accident involving a lifting crane and an unforgiving bulkhead made no sense to her because only this morning before heading off to work he had pounded her pussy from behind right at the kitchen window looking out at the quiet and peaceful harbor that looked so serene in the crisp morning air. In fact, her quim was still quivering from that last sweet coupling that would be no more without her darling Oscar.It was a blessing in disguise that they had no children even after hundreds of attempts in the past two years. She had come from an orphanage and didn't have the experience of many siblings like her husband but she did know the terrible fear that those around her would steal the very bread from her mouth if she was not assertive enough to stand up for her rights. Her delicious hour-glass figure was topped by the face of an absolute angel and all of her friends assumed she would have no problem in finding a suitable replacement f
When it was over, Jane got onto her knees after the mistress stood off to the side. The mistress motioned with her whip for the middle-aged woman to come closer. When she knelt only a few inches from the beautiful woman, the mistress grabbed the back of her slaves hair and tugged it towards her. Jane opened her mouth dutifully and tried to capture as much of the pretty woman's slit as possible.Her tongue slid into the slim groove to flick the clitoris, feeling it grow under her tongue. Jane was reminded of the first time she met her mistress, at a bar late one night when her husband was out of town on a business conference. Little did she know, but that chance encounter would forever change her.Jane loved her mistress more than ever. At that moment she couldn't understand why she questioned her orders. Her mistress told her to do something and she did it - at least after she gave her mistress pleasure!A few hours later, Jane stood next to her bed and her sleeping husband. Everything
Jane entered the large quiet house. The stillness and overbearing silence hung upon her shoulders like a large weight. The sun had just gone down leaving the house in darkness. It was a huge, expensive house with old and venerable furnishings. Every time the housewife came here she felt like eyes were following her every movement! She sensed and felt the eyes upon every curve of her body, painful as a sharp knife.With determination and familiarity, Jane rounded the foyer and immediately began to descend the massive staircase. The century- old floorboards groaned and squeaked with the beat of her footsteps. Using only her left hand, the thirty-two-year-old woman guided herself to the basement. It smelled of dust, dingy water, and age.The door handle was there a foot before her and opened up to her touch effortlessly. A flickering light bathed her in a reddish glow. As quietly as the woman could, she entered the large cavernous room and closed the door behind her.A scream sounded fro