"Without a condom?" Damien groaned."That just makes it hotter," she purred. "Imagine the risk. It isn't sinning if you play it safe."His dick throbbed in her. "Damn."Damien's hands squeezed her ass. He pulled her down his cock. She let out a sweet gasp as she undulated and ground on him. Her clit rubbed against his pubic bones. The chair creaked as she went faster and faster.Damien moaned into her pillowy tits. He loved their softness on his cheeks almost as much as he loved her cunt wrapped around his dick. His hips thrust up into her, bouncing the woman back up his shaft.She moaned every time she slammed down. "That's it. Fuck me! Cum in me! Let's make this memorable for the both of us.""Yes," Damien growled as she bucked on him. He pulled on her blonde hair, bringing her ruby-red lips to his. He kissed her and thrust his tongue into her mouth, claiming like his cock claimed her hot cunt.His dick throbbed in her pussy. The pressure reached its peak in his balls. The ache swel
She is feeling randy.The stairs creaked as Damien climbed. He pulled off his t-shirt as he passed the second floor, revealing his muscular body crisscrossed with scars. He took the steps two at a time, the music swelling louder as he reached the landing."Hey, Abby," he called out as he stepped into the bedroom. It was dark, lit only by flickering candles. Abigail had pulled the heavy curtains over the windows. The couple were often night owls and slept through the day."In here," Abigail called from the bathroom.More candles flickered in the bathroom, their orange-red light beckoning him. Water rippled. During their remodel, they had installed a large, hot tub style bathtub. Damien kicked off his boots and unbuckled his belt as he crossed the room."Are you trying to seduce me?" Damien asked as he leaned against the open bathroom door."Maybe," purred his wife. She sat in the hot water. One leg was lifted out of the bath, glistening in the candle light. Her red hair fanned about ab
"Sounds like you suffered.""Badly. You owe me."Damien's hands squeezed her thighs. "Then I better start paying you back."Abigail didn't wait. She rose and sat on the edge, the water trickling down her body. Her thighs were parted, her fiery, trimmed bush covering her aroused vulva. In the candlelight, she seemed ethereal, a goddess who descended to earth and waited to be worshiped.Damien ran his hands down her thighs as he leaned in. Her skin was so silky and warm beneath his touch. His lips nuzzled into her pussy, licking into her hot folds. Her tart flavor was faint but growing with every lick."Oh, baby," Abigail moaned, her hands running through Damien's hair as his whiskered cheeks rubbed against her soft folds. Her hips undulated on the bath tub's edge, her breasts jiggling above Damien as she shuddered. "Eat me, baby. I missed this."His wife's groans were primal and urgent. The pitch of her voice rose. Damien knew the signs. He was a hunter, he studied his prey, and he kne
"Yes," Gideon nodded. "It requires an intervention upon a vampire. It may not work at all, but it if does, the odds improve dramatically. Damien's motivations will be unchanged. He will act as our sword, desiring vengeance.""And how shall we stop Damien once we are finished using him?""That is a problem for later," Gideon answered. "We have a chance to strike a major blow against the enemy. We cannot balk at the tools we have been given."If only my intervention on Abigail had worked. The odds had been high. But the woman was too dedicated to the hunt to have been swayed. Aurora watched Abigail as she climbed out of the bath, dragging the corpse of her husband behind her."She is too much like her husband," Aurora said bitterly. "We lost two beautiful souls because we are bound by these rules!""Aurora," gasped Gideon. "You tread on dangerous grounds."Aurora let go of her anger. "And what happened to Jezebel? Why isn't that harpy swarming around?""I do not know," Gideon answered a
The girl would enjoy it. Her body was built for sex, and even now her nipples hardened. Hope, like many troubled, young woman, had daddy issues. And the priest was very fatherly."What are we doing, Father?" asked Hope as the priest stopped the van on the shoulder of a deserted stretch of road in the middle of nowhere, Colorado.Jezebel reached out and placed her hand on Father Augustine's then moved it to Hope's bare thigh. The priest squeezed her flesh and swallowed. Hope trembled and lowered her eyes as the priest, with the demon's help, stroked up and down the girl's sleek thigh.No one rides for free."No one rides for free," Father Augustine repeated, his voice hoarse with desire.Jezebel reached out and seized Hope's hand, pulling it to the priest's cassock over his bulge. She pressed her lips to Hope's ears and whispered, I understand, Father."I ... understand, Father," Hope murmured, squeezing the priest's cock."And there is only one way for a slut like you to pay," growled
The vampiress wanted to cuddle with his corpse and hold him while he changed. She wanted to be in his arms and welcome him into his new life. All night, as she texted with him, she ached for that moment.But her Sire had other plans for Damien."Sorry," she whispered to her dead husband. She had felt a momentary pang of guilt right before she killed him, but she couldn't stop her bloodlust or her drive to obey her Sire.She hefted pulled over the nightstand and easily balanced on it. She swiped the stud finder across the wall and marked their positions. Then she grabbed the heavy, metal bracket with a eyelet welded to the front. It was rated to support five tons, more than strong enough to restrain her husband.The power drill whined as she drilled the pilot holes. With her enhanced strength and reflexes, she had no problem drilling them perfectly. Then she grabbed the bracket and the bolts and, with a wrench, bolted the plate to the wall. She picked up the torque wrench and perfectly
Images of their life flashed through Damien. The way she stood stunned over Vincent after Damien had bashed the vampire's head into pulp, their two friends lying dead around them in their High School's cafeteria. How her hair burned like fire across her wedding dress a year later while her face lay hidden behind the veil.Obey...Her words were lace binding his thoughts, channeling them towards her.Obey me, Damien...His heart beat faster. Arousal entered his body, hardening his cock. Abigail slipped out of her wedding gown, wearing garters, stockings, a white thong, and nothing else. That night had been like their first time all over again.Only better. They knew what they were doing.You must obey me, Damien...Abigail appeared in her black combat fatigues, her red hair pulled back in a ponytail, a crossbow aimed before her as they stalked through a crypt hunting a vampire. Abigail, her face splattered with white as she swept the paint roller across their bedroom wall when they fir
"That would be nice," Abigail purred. She stood on her tiptoes and pressed her lips against his neck. She kissed and nibbled on the very spot where she had sunk in her fangs and killed him.Fed upon him.Damien's dick throbbed against her flat stomach. His balls churned. The caress of her skin on the crown of his cock was almost too much for him to bear. He held back his orgasm, not wanting to spill his cum across her belly.He wanted to be in her when that happened."Please, let me down, Abigail," Damien groaned. "Let me worship you, my love."Her hand caressed up to his cheek. Her sharp fingernail bit into his flesh. His dick throbbed harder. "I do not have permission to free you.""Who could command you, Dam?" Damien groaned. "Who has the power to command the sun?""You are a lot more poetic this way," she purred into his neck. She moved away and fell back on their bed, letting out a wanton moan. "Sire, appear before me. He is awake. I need you."The shadows moved in the corner of