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Blood Lust

By: DobieGrrl



My name is Lucretia. I am originally from France in the 1600's (yes, I am presently 427 years of age.) I am what humans call a vampire, although most of the normal vampire myths aren't quite accurate. Anne Rice? A little off, but I love it. Bram Stoker? Ha! Not even close. My beauty made me what I am. I was converted to be the companion to the Lord of the Vampires, who was exterminated in the Crusades of the 1800's. I now wander loveless and alone, learning more about what I am every day. 

Unlike many of my species, I choose not to kill violently. I refuse to ambush strangers in an alley and pounce them. I choose to kill in love, not fear. I spent many decades trying to discover a way to kill humanely (isn't that humorous? The burning question of today, how to kill humanely, and I spent most of my younger years trying to discover how to do so.) Despite what many people believe, vampires are not completely bloodless. We do have the same yearnings as other people. I spend most of my time either hunting for someone to feed upon or hunting for someone to fuck. Due to my lovely new method of feeding, I can often get both. I am somewhat skeptical of the wisdom of revealing my methods here in writing, however, I will do so. 

Women, men - none of that is really important. What is important is that I satisfy my need for love and my need for blood. Centuries ago, I hit upon the most divine way to kill. No one, man or woman, can resist the feel of a mouth against their genitals. It's really so simple, you see. I drop to pleasure someone with my tongue, then, as they climax, I bite in and take my fill of blood. They are usually so caught up in their orgasm that they feel no pain as they die. Indeed, as any masochist can tell you, the pain often improves the orgasm. It is an old French legend - death is the greatest orgasm. 

People never believe in vampires because they don't ever read about people who were brutally murdered with tooth marks in their necks. This is our greatest weapon, however. Our saliva holds a magical element to heal the wounds that result from our feeding. Therefore, when the coroner examines the bodies, there are no wounds. And the blood loss? With no other explanation, they are often believed to simply be anemic or to have had internal hemorrhaging. We have worked many centuries to perfect our methods of killing, using no brutality and leaving no marks, so as not to reveal our presence to the world. 

Every once in a while, I meet one who is so beautiful, so wise, so loving, that I feel tempted to convert them. This is selfish, however. Although I desperately yearn for a companion to live the rest of my life with, I would not wish this pain on anyone. When I kill them, at least I know that they have a soul, and they will go to heaven, whereas when I die, I will fade to dust forever. But maybe someday, I will meet another of my kind who I can love the way I have always dreamed of. Until then, I will prey on humans the way I always have. 

I usually begin by going to a nightclub. Depending on my mood, I can go to upscale country clubs or seedy strip joints. I have no problem finding companions in either. The strip joints are usually easier, but the sex is never as pleasurable. Occasionally, I will be out in one of the finer establishments, and I will meet someone with whom I have undeniable chemistry. This type of meeting, though rare, is exquisitely erotic, and the blood tastes twice as sweet. 

I fondly remember a couple I met while traveling to Georgia. I don't usually choose to be with couples. The sex is wonderful, but the kill is too difficult. However, these two were irresistible. The man was dark and handsome, while the woman was a tall, willowy blonde with a virginally innocent face. They were in an exclusive strip club close to my hotel, and very obviously wealthy people. He sat and watched the dancers on stage from his front row seat, fascinated and very obviously aroused, while his hand was working covertly under her dress. She looked extremely embarrassed and uncomfortable. I watched her face flush as the dancer bent over and shook her ass in her face. As I watched her unsuccessfully try to conceal the look of ecstasy on her face as she reached orgasm, I knew I had to have her. 

As soon as she rose to go to the restroom, I walked over to her table. Her lover looked up at me, startled. I smiled and sat down. "Tell me, how does it feel?" I said with a throaty purr. 

"I'm sorry, how does what feel?" he stuttered, blushing. 

I leaned in close and nuzzled his ear. (Oh, to feel the blood pulsing and throbbing right under that tender skin! It was almost more than I could bear.) "Her pussy," I purred. "More importantly, how does it taste?"

He jumped and looked at me. "We...she...we were just married three weeks ago. I haven't gotten her interested in other women yet. I don't know if I can. She's so shy sometimes. I don't know how she would react if you started talking to her like that."

I settled into the chair. "Relax, angel. Just tell her that I'm a business associate and that I'm coming back to the room with you for a discussion." I walked back over to my table and sat down just in time. As I saw her stroll out of the restroom and seat herself at his table, I could see him gesture to me while nervously speaking to her. If she caught onto this nervous vibe, she gave no indication. I bet she also thought that the monstrous erection he was sporting came from watching the dancers gyrate in his face. However, I knew better. He sat in delicious anticipation of what was about to come.

She made pleasant small talk while commencing the introductions. Their names were Donna and Jim, and they were newlyweds from Savannah. She would be absolutely thrilled to leave the club for a nightcap and a discussion. We strolled out to their car, a lovely, classic Aston Martin convertible, and got in. Once we arrived at their luxurious hotel, I asked for the room number. 

"Penthouse suite A," she said. 

"Well, I am going to run to the front desk and order us some refreshments. I will be up momentarily and ring the bell," I said. I walked to the front desk and placed an order for chilled champagne, fresh strawberries, and whipped crème to be delivered to the Penthouse suite. I will never be sure if whipped crème and strawberries are actually aphrodisiacs, but I won't take a chance. The clerk assured me that it would be there shortly, and I boarded the elevator. Once I reached the top floor, I knocked on the door of Suite A, only to have it answered by Jim, who had loosened his tie and taken off his suit jacket. 

"Hey, come on in," he said pleasantly. "Brandy?" 

"Of course," I said, taking a snifter from him. She was settled on a chaise across the room. Her legs were folded delicately under her, and her skirt was pulled chastely and demurely over her knees. I smiled at her as I began to sip my brandy. Only minutes after my arrival, I heard the telltale faint knock of room service at the door. 

Although she declined the brandy, she was more than happy to accept a glass of champagne, and we made small talk while I matched her drink for drink and watched her closely for signs of intoxication. I was waiting for that all-important point where was tipsy enough to lose her inhibitions, but still sober enough to function rationally. She didn't disappoint me, reaching that point after only two glasses. I began to steer the conversation in a more appropriate direction. 

"Oh, I go to the most wonderful spa," I told her. "Everything so relaxed and luxurious, and the masseuse is to die for."

She frowned. "I've never enjoyed the massages given at my spa. They are too rough. I know they are supposed to feel good, but they don't. They hurt."

"Nonsense," I grinned. "You just haven't experienced the right touch yet." I walked behind her and began rubbing her shoulders through her loose silk blouse. She moaned in appreciation and began to relax fully into the chair. I ran my hands slowly over her shoulders, feeling her silky skin and tense muscles unknot under my hands. As she began to sigh, I bent my head slowly, breathing very close to her ear, breathing in the smell of her lovely human skin and the blood coursing beneath it. Slowly, I began sliding my hands down until I hit the tops of her breasts. 

She stiffened momentarily, but made no move to stop me as I cupped each breast in my hand, feeling her nipples harden through the fabric. I rubbed them for awhile, slowly manipulating her with one hand while unbuttoning her shirt with the other. She wore no bra, and her breasts popped out into my hands, full and free. I sidled around to the front, dropped to my knees, and took one into my mouth. As I sucked, she squirmed under me. I felt her body begin to tense with sexual need. I slid my hand under her skirt, finding her hot, wet, and without underwear. 

Turning to glance at her hubby, I saw him fully exposed, stroking himself. The erection I had glimpsed swelling in his pants had given no indication of its actual size. I was going to have a time deep throating that one. Since he was enjoying himself so much, I decided to give him a show. I stood and slid my dress to the floor. I then turned and removed her skirt so that she sat exposed in only a filmy, unbuttoned blouse. Bending over, I touched her pussy tentatively with my tongue. She thrust it into my face, eagerly rubbing it against my nose. I began to lap up her sweet juices (there is a debate among us vampires as to whether cum is as nutritious as blood - I think it is) and run my tongue slowly around her clit. 

She pushed it at me so hard that I began to suck it. She screamed and ground it even harder into my face. I wasn't ready to feed quite yet, so I began thrashing her clit with my tongue. She cried out as she rubbed herself against me. After five or ten minutes of tongue work, she came hard, spewing her juices into my eager and ready throat. I was thoroughly horny now - time to concentrate my energies on him. 

He was working himself into a frenzy watching us. I glanced in his direction. She was sacked out lifelessly on the bed, still panting from her orgasm. I could definitely feed from him and never alert her. On the other hand, I was so horny that I was beginning to hurt, and I had to cum first. I didn't waste time with the preliminaries, and I climbed on the bed, pushed him down, and began to ride his monster cock. I rode in a slow circular motion, feeling the thatch of hair rub against my clit. Grinning, he looked into my eyes….and suddenly thrust so hard that I thought I might scream. The combination of his thrusts and my frantic gyrations on his cock made me cum quickly. 

I screamed in relief as I felt the orgasm take me over. The knot that had been coiling in my gut began to spasm and release. I sank down on his chest, and he quickly rolled me over and began to pump hard into my pussy. As he came, I could feel the hot jism pouring into my barren womb, giving me life in the best way possible. He went limp on the bed and pulled his cock out, watching it deflate. 

I looked at her. I needed to figure out a way to feed on one without alerting the other as to what I was doing. Just then, she stood and began to walk to the restroom, and divine inspiration struck. I followed her in. He stayed on the bed, breathing heavily. I pushed her up on the counter and began to lick her again. She instantly rose to the occasion, her clit pushing out of its hood and throbbing on my tongue. I circled her lips slowly, stopping every few seconds to flick her clit. 

She groaned and began rubbing it on me. After five minutes, I began to feel her body twitch as she neared orgasm. I placed my palm on her stomach, feeling for her orgasm, and right when I felt her begin to cum, I nipped in softly and began to drain her. She screamed in agony but never pulled her clit away from my tongue and teeth. I felt her spasm uncontrollably for the entire seven minutes that it took me to take my fill. Right when I felt her life leave her body, she twitched in massive convulsions and poured cum all over my lips. I softly licked the wounds, watching them heal. 

I easily lifted her body into the shower stall and turned on the water. I went out the door to Jim and smiled. "Sounded nice," he said. "I've never heard her scream like that. You must have one hell of a talented mouth."

I bent my head to demonstrate, slowly taking as much of his massive tool as I could down my throat. I tried my damndest not to gag as I took it deeper, making a corkscrew motion around the shaft while cupping his balls in my hands and softly squeezing. "Yes, you nasty little slut," he panted. "Suck me off or I'll rip you apart."

Now, I may enjoy a little dirty talk and BDSM sometimes, but I'm still a vampire, dammit! You just don't talk to me that way unless I ask for it! And for some reason, I got so angry that I stood, grabbed him by the hair, and shoved his face into my cunt. He began licking like a good little boy and frantically twiddling my clit. I brought him back to his feet. I could tell that he was more aroused than afraid, so I slid him back into me and began to move in rhythm. I came quickly, shuddering around his dick. He kept thrusting, and I waited eagerly for him to cum so I could nip into his neck and finish my feeding. Soon, I felt him tense, and slipping in my teeth, I brought him to his final, ultimate orgasm. 

Every day, I meet so many people that I would love to feed upon. Twice a week, I indulge in my weakness and feed upon the unlucky mortal who happens to wander in my path. However, one day, I am sure that I will find someone special whom I can convert to be my companion in my own dark endeavors. (Preferably a female – do you know how easy it would be to seduce unwitting males to join two females? The possibilities would be endless...)

Blood Lust



My lover's name is Mary. We met like most couples, when fate sneezed and we weren't looking. She came to me when I least wanted her to, and now I don't get through an entire without her face burgeoning into my fantasies; my fantasies of being ravaged while reading the morning paper, my fantasies of a life with children and house, my fantasies of growing old with someone else to look at my wrinkles and fallen breasts.

Mary is a big woman. She is nearly six feet tall and as round as a barrel. When we play sex games I am the one to top. When we fuck, she is on top of me. She opens my legs with her sausage fingers, presses the strap-on inside of me, putting my hands above my head as I scratch the nails she insists I keep long down her back. She fucks me until I don't move anymore, until I stop screaming, until I am exhausted by her. She allows herself to come then. Then she straddles my sexed body and lays her beautiful face between my breasts, which by then, have stopped heaving up and down. We sleep with our pussies rubbing together, mutually wet hair reminds of love play. This is how our lovemaking goes. 

We do everything together now. We work in the same small building, make the commute together. We eat together, eat each other together, see films, go out for drinks… together. And of course we menstruate together. Our cycles began to match up within a month of knowing each other. I think this is the most incredibly thing that women as a whole can do. We declare our womanhood and bleed red unimpregnated blood together once every month. 

My lover is kinky. She ties me up, spanks my ass, fingers me with various found objects while we watch some non-sexual movie. She dresses me up in a little girl's outfits, she tells me to call her Mommy, my naughty Mommy. I do of course. I do whatever she wants me to do. I trust her. I get off when she controls me, and she does it so well.

Last month we were both incredibly horny and we were both on the rag. Sometimes we use a double headed dildo that we wash directly afterwards. But most of the time we just know we have to wait it out and at the end of our five-day sentence we can once again come with each other. The wait is always long and difficult, we have made it now eight times. 

I went to the bathroom after supper. Artichoke hearts over pasta. We both crave pasta during our periods. Mary follows me into the bathroom. She has a new hair coming in in the mole on her right arm that she needs to pluck. She reaches into the cabinet for tweezers and I pull my skirt up to change my tampon. It is the first day of our periods. The blood is thick, red, heavy. There are large pieces that stream out of us as we urinate. Our futile uteruses coughing out last month's biology.

I drop my panties to the floor and lift my leg to the toilet seat. Mary is putting away the tweezers and tells me to freeze. I do.

"Can I change it?" She points to my tampon string.

"Sure, I don't care," I say.

She takes hold of the string and wraps her fingers around my waist. She pulls until it falls out, it hits my leg, leaves a trail of blood behind. She dangles it for a moment before letting it fall into the toilet. Her fingers are covered in blood.

"Mommy, will you show me how to put in a new one?" I ask in my fake little girl voice. I know this will turn her on. 

She softly slaps my ass in reply. I can tell I have a bloody hand print on my ass. The cool air on the hot blood makes my nipples contract, get hard under my sweater and bra. I hear her unwrapping the next tampon, tossing the packaging into the trash. We buy the kind of tampon that requires no applicator. They are easy to carry around, carry to the bathroom without a fuss. They are better for the environment and you get a finger job every time you push one in.

Mary runs the end of the tampon along my slick slit, kissing my shoulders softly. She finds my hole and pushes gently. I bend over to give her more access. She pushes her finger inside of me, a feeling I knew well.

"Don't stop," I moan, bent over the toilet.

She responds by pulling her finger almost completely out and then pushing it back inside of me, wiggling her fat finger quickly. I could feel the string dangling down as she fingers my bloody cunt. Again and again she pushes her finger in, stopping only to rub my slit or spank me again. Then she pulled the tampon from my body, and dropped it on the floor. She grabs my arm with her hand; her hand by this point is completely covered. 

Mary leads me to our bed, a king sized Serta with soft Egyptian cotton sheets of varying colors. She tells me to lie down and leaves the room. I take my sweater and bra off while she is gone. Three minutes later she comes back with clean hands, a paintbrush, an apple, and a bottle of wine.

"Lay on your stomach baby," she says.

I do. She hands me the apple.

"May I eat it Mommy?"

She nods. Her eyes sparkle when I call her that. It turns her mind and cunt on at the same time. I bit into the apple and she spreads my legs apart. Suddenly the paintbrush is inside of me. Mary begins to slowly fuck me with it. She pulls it out again. 

"What should I paint honey?"

Mary is a painter on the side. During the daytime she works as an architect, wears a suit, is very professional. During the nights she paints steamy pictures of young women she would like to fuck. There are several paintings of me. Though this is the first of this kind of painting. 

"You should paint me, silly," I joke with her. 

"You want a drink?"

"Yes."

She tilts the bottle towards me. I flick my tongue along the top of the wine bottle before she pours the red wine into my mouth. It dribbles down my chin. I take another bite of the apple. Now I can feel the bristles of the brush moving along my body. I writhe from the faint tickling sensation and then writhe from the brush inside of me so Mary can get more paint.

She paints for hours using my period blood. I fall asleep at certain points, but she is sure to wake me with small kisses and promises that she will be done soon. I want her to stop using the thin paintbrush and at least use her fingers. I want her to fuck me until I can't stay awake for a second longer. I want her to fuck my pussy until it stops bleeding, five days of her on top of me, sweating, pumping her rubbery cock into me. I want to scream "Mommy" as I come, I want to play naughty with her. 

Mary stands up, I feel the bed move as her body lifts up.

"All done."

"I wanna see," I tell her.

"Don't move," she says.

She runs to the closet to get our camera. It was the one we bought on vacation in Morocco a few months ago. She begins to snap the pictures.

"You look so beautiful."

The flashes light the room, I am afraid to move, afraid to disrupt her.

She lays the camera on the bed. The buttons are bloody. I don't even want to think about the sheet beneath me.

Mary has her strap-on on. Her own blood is now trickling down her legs, I can see it clearly. She opens my legs. I am ready. I wrap my thin legs around her overweight body as she descends upon me. Her fingers are stained with bloody. The knuckles are a dark brown color, her fingers are still bright red. She begins pummeling me, telling me a patient little girl I have been. I come. I come again. She knows my body. We finish. 

I get up to see if I can see the painting anymore. I am exhausted and it is almost gone. I can only tell it was a womanly figure of some sort. I examine myself in the full-length mirror. I am a mess. I am covered in blood. My thighs have turned deep brown, red finger brings mark my knees and breasts. I have a red streak along my neck and cheek, her blood. I can only think to tell Mary that I love her, but she is already asleep.



Blood Lust



It was a late October night. Jiles had spent the evening at the pub. He was deep in to his cups when he had decided to walk home. The walk was not particularly long but the urge to relieve himself had become overwhelming. He stepped in to an alley, withdrew himself, and found relief. As he finished, he felt small arms gently reach around him. Startled he turned, his manhood still out, to see a demure yet muscular, tall, blonde, short haired, green eyed, and pale skinned beautiful woman. She moved toward him and began kissing him. Her hand simultaneously took hold of his cock and began stroking him. Surprised but not resistant he began to reciprocate the kiss. Once she had stroked him to rigidity, feeling his strong heart beat through his large cock, she pulled back to expose her glorious breasts.

She inquired "do you like my body?".

Jiles responded somewhat slurred "oh yes".

At this moment she knelt down and took his cock in her mouth. She easily took his full length, tonguing his balls when he was in her throat, bobbing on his man flesh. She could feel his heart rate begin to quicken as he approached orgasm, blood surging through his cock. At the moment his balls tightened and his cock began to spasm she took him deep in her throat. As his first blast of cum erupted from his dick she bore her vampiric fangs, sinking them deep in to the base of his cock. Jiles was paralyzed with both the overwhelming sensations of pain and pleasure. He could do nothing to stop her. She eagerly drank both his cum and his blood.

Jiles' withered husk was found the next mourning. The third one like this in just a month. It seems reports of similar corpses had been found in other villages prior. Always healthy and virile men, found drained in the same fashion. The locals had no doubt a vampire was stalking them. The call for a slayer was out.

Ordinarily vampires aren't so overt in their feedings. They prefer to go relatively unnoticed but something had made this one bold. Perhaps her appetites had become insatiable. The towns poeple could only speculate.

The truth is her tastes had become narrowly refined. Most vampires desire their victims to be terrified. This it seems makes the blood sweeter. Eve, as is her name, had discovered that the blood was infinitely sweeter at the pinnacle of sexual arousal; the orgasm. Her natural disposition had always been for the finest of men. They were her prefered victims. The problem being the scarcity of these men and her significantly increased appetites. It would seem the sweetest of blood had now become like an addiction.

Salvation seemed at hand for the townspeople. A mighty armored saint, by the name of Rath Quoxil, had arrived. Riding in to town on the mightiest of steads, he seemed to be a giant among men. His powerful frame hidden by the finest of adorned armor, cross bow slung and consrcrated sword sheathed. The locals were relieved at his arrival yet once the saw this powerful warrior they were struck with fear at his imposing presence.

He had been on the Eve's trail for some time and after a briefing with the towns leadership was sure these murders must br her doing. He arranged for all to stay in after dark save for one poor soul. The volunteer he impressed in to service. The bait, he would hold his vigil watching. Several nights passed with out incident. Finally on the fifth night she descended upon the lure. As she approached her victim Rath loosed a bolt from his crossbow. She immediately spun about, catching the bolt, then leapt toward Rath's vantage on a roof. Rath immediately knew she was an ancient one. He barely had time to drop the bow and unsheath his broad sword and dagger. Eve was able to perry Rath's blows. He had never fought such a potent foe. The melee continue as a stalemate but Rath was growing weary. Dawn was near. All he had to do was maintain the draw till the sun brought him favor. Eve knew just as well dawn was near.

She howled at Rath "you will be mine slayer" as she, in a blur, vanished towards the local catacombs.

She retreated to the safety of the catacombs, hunger unfulfilled, and her appetite frenzied by the mortal strenght of Rath. 

Rath breathed heavily and collapsed, weary from the battle. Still he realized his manhood was rigid and he was consumed by thoughts of impaling Eve with his cock rather than a stake. He had vanquished other female vampires before with no such inclination. No matter, he knew he would have to search the catacombs by day if he had any chance of finding and destroying Eve. He composed himself and made for the catacombs.

Once inside the underground passages he began his methodical search. His hunt was unproductive for many hours. He was deep in the extensive catacombs when he decided he must retreat before sun down. As he began to retrace his path his thoughts were once again consumed by carnal lust for Eve. It occurred to him she must be near. She seemed to have an aura of sexuality that influenced men. Rath could sense Eve's presence near but through the dim torch light could not find her. Sword drawn he made for day light. It seemed the catacombs had changed, he feared he was lost and the sun was most assuredly setting.

Finally she appeared before him. Dressed in a shear material that barely covered her breasts and folds af womanly flesh. Rath was mesmerized by her beauty. He dropped his blade as she approached. She easily pressed his huge frame against the tunnel wall, her long nails rasping against his armor. She pulled his helmet from his head revealing his dark brown hair, anthracite eyes, and tanned face. Eve felt her pussy begin to burn with desire for this most handsome man. No mortal had ever filled her with such blood lust and sexual desire. She began to kiss Rath, thinking how sweet his flesh tasted, as she began peeling off his armor like it was mere tin foil. She ripped through his cod piece releasing his cock. She felt her pussy begin to drip with desire as she took hold of his massive member. She stroked his cock in disbelief. Never had she seen any cock, mortal or otherwise, nearly as big as Rath's. She descended on him and began licking and sucking on his meat. She had to fight back the urge to drain him at that moment but she had other plans for Rath. 

Once she had pleasured Rath, for awhile, with her mouth she stood and ordered him to lay on top of a crypt. Rath was completely hypnotized be Eve's charms, he obliged. As he moved to the slab she peeled the remainder of his armor from him leaving him comlpletely bare. She removed the bits of fabric that covered her revealing her glorious perfection. She climbed over top Rath and descended her pussy upon his mouth. Rath knew what she wanted and eagerly began tongueing her beautiful pussy. He licked her clit; slid his tongue inside her cunt, drinking her juices; pushed his tongue in her ass, as she moaned with pleasure. Finally he went back to licking her clit while penetrating her ass and cunt with his large fingers. Eve came wildly bucking about on his face.

When her orgasm subsided she moved down to once again take his meat in her mouth. She savored the taste of his cock as she lapped up his precum. Once he was saturated with her saliva she positioned the entrance of her cunt at the head of his cock. She pressed against his member. Gradually her tightness acquiesced to Rath's massive girth. Eve whimpered in pain. Rath's cock was impossibly huge, even for a vampire, to take with out pain. Eve slid down Rath's long measure, enveloping him completely. His olive skin contrasted her pale complexion especially as her pallid folds passed over his swarthy cock. She fucked his distance for what seemed liked hours, with many waves of orgasmic pleasure passing through her body. Eve was amazed at how long Rath could hold out. No one had ever resisted her pussy for even a fraction of the time. At last, she could feel Rath's heart beat quicken. She knew he was close to exploding. Eve quickened her pace as Rath's cock began to deeply throb. Rath let out a thundering moan as he began to pump Eve full of his hot mortal seed. Simultaneously Eve buried her fangs in to Rath's neck. She drank deeply but not so much to make him a desicated corpse like the rest. 

Eve whispered in Rath's ear "you belong to me and now I can fuck your beautiful cock for all eternity."



Blood Lust



The vampire sat in an overstuffed chair, his icy blue eyes glowing in sharp contrast to the warm flames that reflected across their surface. He did not feel the heat that danced within the confines of the hearth. In fact, he had felt little by way of warmth for a very long time. You see, the Inn he now rested inside was a place he frequented in his youth. It had been like a second home to him, a home to the odd assortment of friends he collected – the family they had eventually become.

No one seemed to be around now, nor had anyone come in all night. He was just about to give up and leave, thinking everyone else had parted ways and settled elsewhere when he felt the familiar presence of someone long forgotten. He stood, her scent tickling his nose and drawing him to his feet, and turned to look at her as she stopped near the door.

He could see her already in his mind; her flowing curls of the most vibrant red, the errant tendrils that framed her youthful features and caressed her shoulders. He could feel her intense emerald gaze on him, and felt the rekindling of a spark that once flickered in his heart. He smiled broadly, sharp teeth glinting in the firelight beneath the canopy of pale lips. But that smile was quickly lost as the sight he took in was not at all what he remembered and even further than what he could have ever expected.

The woman stared at him, dumbfounded, surprised, but he did not take any notice of her expression. His eyes slipped over the sickly thin frame that had once been supple and inviting. Her skin was like white porcelain, marbled with the powdery purplish-blue shadow of veins. And her eyes… her eyes were pale, holding on him with a creamy gaze – the eyes of an old and blinded woman.

The vampire felt his knees weaken at the sight of her and felt as though his legs would give out. He extended his hands to her and she came to him, taking them and stepping close. He held her arms out widely so that he could look over her, focusing on the swell of her breasts which were wrapped in a thin material so sheer that even in layers he could see the shadowy curves and the dark circles of her nipples. Her shoulders and torso were bare, and a skirt clung so helplessly to her slender hips that he thought the slightest movement might dislodge it from it's place.

He moved his hands to her face, caressing her cheeks with his thumbs and looked at her so sadly that she thought her heart would break. She looked so very old, he thought, and he said softly, "This is not right… What has happened to you, my old friend?"

She could only smile at him, knowing how surprising, if not frightening, her appearance might be. "I am your old friend," she said, in a voice smoother than silk. "Old being the key word in that statement."

Despite his immediate concern for her, he drew her into a gentle embrace and found himself equally as shocked at how cold her flesh was. She shivered into his warmth, and drew herself against the tautness of his chest. He had not changed at all. She pulled away reluctantly, but only because she needed to look upon his handsome face and reacquaint herself with his features. The same man, he was, still youthful and strong. She looked into his eyes, the coldness of them matched only by the coldness that had settled into her heart.

"Far too long it has been since I have gazed upon such a friendly face. Where have you been?" Her hands moved to his cheeks and drew slowly across them.

He pulled her with him as he reclaimed his seat and settled her on his lap. His hands drew along her arms, and he reveled in the smoothness of her skin, remembering the days when they had played so freely together. "I've been.. at church," he said, a wicked grin twitching his lips.

One thin brow arched in curiosity. "Church?"

His voice was deep, his chuckle gritty. "Ah, yes. Church. It would seem I involved myself with a girl who carried with her many troubles. And you know I am when it comes to trouble. I killed her, sadly, and her father did not like that too much. I found myself encased in stone atop the roof of a church and there I stayed for many years."

Her lips pursed in a knowing smile. She knew exactly how prone to trouble he was. They were much alike in that aspect and had gotten into a lot of messes together. "I'm sure she was delightful. And delighted. As any woman would be to be the center of your attention.. of your intention.. no matter how despicable. Poor girl. She probably enjoyed every minute of it."

"I'm sure she did. She certainly sounded like it, at first." His smile faded slightly as he looked over her again, his eyes trailing over her thin face. He wanted so greatly to enjoy reminiscing, but could not find any immediate joy strong enough to overcome his deep concern.

"What is it?" She asked.

His hands brushed over her face again, his voice falling into a whisper. "How things change." She was still quite striking, despite her transformation. He wanted to see her youthful again, healthy. He shifted slightly, moving his head to the side and tapped his hand lightly against the sweetest spot of his neck. "Drink of me, love. Pierce my flesh and drink of me. Revive yourself."

Her eyes grew heavy with the mere suggestion. She'd not shared herself in this way with anyone for ages and the memory set a new fire coursing through her veins. A soft breath escaped her pale lips as her hands pressed against his chest, and with only the guidance of his gentle hand to the back of her head, she pressed her mouth against his throat. The canines elongated instinctively and with one fluid movement, his skin gave way and blood rushed into her mouth.

He gasped suddenly, the feeling of sharing flooding him with pleasure. It had been long since he had let anyone this close to him. Not by choice, of course, living in stone makes it very difficult. "Oh yes," he growled, his hands slipping over her body and holding her against him.

Her hand tightened on his chest with a strength her fragile appearance denied, and a soft growl of her own caught in her throat. She drank deeply of him, feeling the warmth rising from her core, leaving her skin flushed pink. His hands tightened on more as he pressed his head back into the chair, mouth open in a moan, his eyes tightly shut.

She tore her mouth away and inhaled deeply, her body shuddering in suggestion of ecstasy. Her eyes flared brightly and then lightened; leaving them colored in a manner he was accustomed to. Her skin warmed under his hands due to the invasion of his blood into her system. The veins that marbled beneath her skin shrank slowly from view, leaving only a faint shadow and then disappeared completely. Her lips darkened and she heaved a breathy moan.

A smile crept across his face as he watched her change back to the youth he remembered. His hands ran along her hips, and lifted her to sit straddled on his lap. He drew her closer and pressed his cheek against hers. "Take more," he whispered.

She trembled beneath his hands, unaccustomed to the effects his blood was having upon her. Her eyes opened and she moved her mouth back to the wound, again drinking from him, but in a much slower, more intimate manner.

He moaned softly, loving the way it felt to have her taking form him. It was almost too much for him to bear. His heart raced in his chest as one hand buried in her hair and held the back of her head, cradling her as she fed.

She continued to feed, her hands resting against his strong chest, until she grew so warm that she could not continue. She pulled her mouth away, lapping at the wound with gentle strokes of her tongue. She sat up to look at him, and touched the side of his face. His smile had gone dreamy and he stretched contentedly beneath her.

"Thank you," she said and he pressed his fingers against her mouth.

Rather than respond with words, he allowed his hands to appreciate the curves and swells of her body. Leaning in, he dragged his tongue slowly up the side of her neck. His hands gripped her hips and pulled her suggestively down onto the slight lift of his hips. She drew her arms around his neck and he lifted his mouth to hers, pressing his tongue past her lips and probing. She met his kiss with a soft sigh.

"I've not been this close to anyone in a very long time," she whispered.

His fingers pressed into her back and downward, scratching her skin. Her back arched, breasts thrusting against his chest and she rolled her hips down onto him. Her response set off the excitement he so fondly connected with memory of her and wondered just how far he could take her now. His voice fell in a soft, deep whisper. "Then let us be close once again."

His mouth moved to her throat. He kissed and nibbled every inch of flesh and rocked against her slowly. He was aching, hot and he felt his cock stirring in his pants. When she rolled her hips again, her crotch brushing over the growing erection, he gasped and tightened his hold on her. He closed his eyes, a helpless growl rumbling in his chest. She whimpered in protest when he stopped, the sound setting him again into motion. His hands slipped up her stomach, across her breasts, and then down to grip her hips. He lifted her as he stood, finding her barely as heavy as a feather in his strong arms. Up the stairs he went to the room he had taken and laid her across his bed.

She spread out, watching him as he knelt between her legs. His hands tugged at the material of her skirt, which released its hold on her hips. He pulled it from her smooth legs and then, urging her to sit up, pulled at the knot at her back that released the shift that covered her breasts. He lowered his mouth to her stomach, flicking around her navel and then moved his kisses upward. Finding her nipple with his mouth, he suckled it gently, like a babe, and then bit it teasingly. She arched upward, her hand pulling his head down. He liked it when she grew forceful. His cock was as harder than ever and throbbing in the confines of his pants. 

His lips moved from one breast to the other, teasing the nipples until they were erect, and then along her collarbone. His hand slipped between her legs, feeling the warmth there, and then one finger parted her lips to test her wetness before slipping inside her tight, wet hole.

She whimpered, her pussy clamping on his finger almost immediately. The rest of her body tightened as well. He slipped his finger out slowly and then pressed back again, adding one more and then another. He groaned into her throat, dreaming of the moment when it would be his aching cock inside her pussy. His fingers stroked in and out of her, eliciting pleasured sounds from her – sounds that he would die to hear forever. With his free hand he pulled his shirt over his head, and then pushed away his pants. Her hands slipped along his sides and down to his hips as he positioned himself to kneel between her legs.

She looked down at him expectantly, but when he moved, it was not what she expected. He did not place his cock at her entrance, but moved downward and pressed his tongue against her swollen clit. She cried out sharply, her body jerking, and he seized her hips to hold her still as he probed the sweet folds with his tongue. Nibbling on the knot of flesh, he again slipped his fingers into her hole and stroked slowly, shallowly, not willing to give her the pleasure of filling her unused hole. She cried out in protest, rolling her hips against him in an attempt to push him deeper.

He stopped what he was doing, turning his eyes up to her. "Ah, ah, ah," he said softly. She whimpered at him, but soon gave in to his ministrations when his tongue replaced his fingers. It wasn't long before she was coming, the orgasm sweeping through her body like wild fire. She exploded on his tongue, the sweet juices flowing forth like a well-aged wine and he lapped at her hungrily. Despite the way her muscles jerked, his hands held her hips very still so that he could devour her flesh. He continued, even after she was moaning with the intensity of it all, the pleasure bordering on pain.

She heard him laughing softly, and opened her eyes to find him kneeling between her legs again. His fisted his cock, stroking it slowly and beckoned her with his free hand. "Come," he said. "And feast again."

She moved onto her hands and knees, and took his manhood into her mouth. He groaned happily, his hands moving to stroke her hair as he began to fuck her mouth. She took his shaft deep, sucking expertly, and then pulled him into her throat. His head rolled back, eyes closing. His balls tightened with the threat of exploding, but he gritted his teeth and strained to push the pleasure away. It was to no avail. She was too good, and soon his seed was pumping into her eager mouth. He moaned helplessly as his cock spurted wildly. She took every drop and licked him clean. But to her surprise, as she pulled off of him, he did not soften.

"Turn around," he growled. "Show me your ass."

She did as she was told, remaining on all fours and he pressed the head of his cock against her quivering lips. With one hand he spread her pussy and pushed his still aching shaft in, filling her with a slow and meaningful stroke. He felt as though he could come again. Her pussy swallowed him, the depths of her hot and warm on his throbbing member. She whimpered softly, reaching underneath her to massage his balls. She squeezed and he jerked, shoving his cock forward forcefully. Taking hold of her hips he started a slow rhythm, pumping his hard flesh in and out of her hungry pussy. The way she trembled made his heart race and suddenly she was crying out again, the muscles of her luscious box squeezing on him so intensely that he thought he might lose himself within her soft folds.

"You love me fucking you, don't you, my lady?" He asked and began pounding into her. She continued to orgasm on him and when she was done, he flipped her over onto her back and entered her again. He held her ankles in the air and spread them wide so that he could look down between them. The sight of his cock disappearing inside her set him to growling again. He slammed into her roughly, loving the feel of his balls slapping her ass, but then he slowed. "You've such a beautiful cunt."

She writhed beneath him and he pulled her legs around him as he lowered his weight onto her soft body. Withdrawing almost entirely, he rolled his hips in a wide circle and then roughly impaled her again. He grunted, his lips curling into a pleasured sneer. "I've missed you, my pet."

She looked into his eyes, her own heavy with ecstasy and still growing pleasure. She'd forgotten how wonderful he made her feel and reveled at how many times he was making her come. "And I've missed you, my Lord," she groaned, her hands moving to grip his ass.

The simple gesture sent him fucking her harder, driving his cock into her roughly repeatedly. His face fell into her neck, he grunted into her ear. "It feels so wonderful to fuck your tight cunt, lady. I want you to come on my cock properly again. Let me know just how much you love being fucked."

His words sent her into frenzy. She bit into his throat, bringing blood again, but he would not let her drink. Grinning wickedly, he pushed himself up with his arms, the blood dripping down onto her lips. She licked the red drops from her mouth hungrily, much to his excitement. He drove into her and pulled out completely, only to fill her again. "Oh yes, my lady," he grunted. "Devour me from both ends. Come on my cock and I'll let you have more."

As if his command was all she needed, she screamed, her entire body seizing in a series of spasms. "Oh yes," he groaned helplessly, the tone of his voice rising in fever. He took hold of her hips and turned onto his back. She writhed atop him. He started her in a motion that set her weight rising and falling in rough, fluid motions. "Yes.. Oh, fuck my cock, lady." His head pressed back into pillows as she fucked him. Her orgasm continued, much to his surprise, and seemed to increase as she rode him harder than she ever had before. "You love my cock in you." She reached behind her and took his balls in her hand, squeezing in a motion that triggered his own release. "Oh, fuck." His hips bucked wildly as he began to pour into her waiting cavity. He gripped her tightly, his fingers reddening her flesh. Throb after throb his cock emptied into her. He sat up slightly, reaching up for her and she went to him. He guided her mouth to his throat and as she drank, he continued to come, until both of them were left trembling against each other.

She pulled off of him slowly and laid at his side. Her eyes cast happily down to his cock, and widened. Still he did not soften. He grinned at her and she smiled back. "I'm beginning to remember why I liked playing with you so much," she said, wiping his blood from her mouth.

"Mmm.." He pushed her onto her back and positioned himself between her legs again. "Yes, well, when I'm done with you, you'll never forget again."

She grinned up at him and curled her fingers against his bald scalp. "Well, do it properly, then, my Lord."

He needed no coaxing, and lowered his face to her throat. His sharp teeth dragged along her skin and then pressed in with one crushing bite, the next invasion of her pussy corresponding nicely…..



Blood Lust



Alec and Krista stood on the balcony staring at the people rushing around below. Krista leaned over, eying all of the possible victims. It had been almost two weeks since they had last eaten. The journey had been hard, but Alec didn't want to take the chance of being found out.

"Why can't we eat now?" Krista asked, focusing her gray-eyed gaze on him.

Alec sighed. She was still wet behind the ears. "Krista, you know the laws. We have to wait until the moon is high and be careful of what we eat."

She turned back to the view of the street. A few of the men looked good enough to eat, she thought. But then again, so did some of the women. She knew how much Alec liked the women. He liked to toy with them first. Controlling their minds, making them cum without even touching them. Slowly he would seduce them and then as he made love to them, he would drain their blood. Everything with him was a long drawn out romance. But she had to admit that she loved watching him.

Alec watched Krista and for a brief moment allowed himself to enter her mind. She was so young that she still couldn't sense it. He smiled to himself as he heard her thoughts. So, he mused, she liked watching. She was right about him taking his time. He hated the word 'Fuck' and he hated to be rushed. A woman was too beautiful of a thing to waste. He stared at Krista's figure and thought that his creator had made a wise choice in turning her. She was a beauty. Her long red hair still shimmered and her gray eyes were sharp and piercing. She was tall and her body was well rounded where it should be. She was young, only 25 vampire years old, 43 in human years. She still had a lot of learning to do.

Krista turned and spoke to him. "I am going to take a bath."

"Fine," Alec said, "just be quick. We have an hour and a half before finding food."

Krista walked through the double doors and into the suite they shared. She stopped at the small bar and quickly made herself a drink before she slipped into the bathroom. She sipped the drink as she let the huge bathtub fill up. She laughed to herself as she thought of all the myths about her kind. The one about her kind not being able to eat or drink anything but blood stuck out in her head. If she couldn't drink anything but blood, she would've died on that cruise.

She stripped off her dress, turned off the water and slowly sank into the tub. She stretched her leg up and watched as the water streamed down it and fell back into the tub. Then lowered it back into the warm water. She liked the way she looked. Her legs were long and shapely, her hips were curvy, her waist was small and her breasts were nice and round. She felt her nipples harden as she thought about her body. A wicked smile formed on her lips. Getting aroused by one's own body must be sinful. She giggled and slowly moved her hands over her breasts. Her nipples seemed to get even harder. She rolled them between her fingers, making herself moan. They were so sensitive, and the men she had fucked loved them. She loved the word 'Fuck' it made her hot all over. The great master had used the word whenever he had sex with her. She had been his sex toy, used completely for sex and sex alone. She had loved it. Before he had turned her, he would make her have endless orgasms before laying a finger on her. Then he would take her savagely. Causing pain and pleasure at the same time. Her body trembled at the thought of the things he used to do to her.

But he was gone. Killed by a relentless vampire hunter. She shook her head. All she had now were the memories.

The water was getting cool, but her body still felt like it was on fire. She needed release after fantasizing about her master. She slid her hand from her breast downward and between her spread legs. Moaning as she parted her lips and found her clit. It was already swollen and ready. She rubbed it, and then slowly flicked it with her fingers. Her other hand soon followed and she slid two fingers into her hole. Pumping while her other hand rubbed and toyed with her clit.

"Feels so good." She moaned. Hitting the exact spot over and over again. The water made it so easy to slide fingers in and out. She moved them faster. She needed to cum. Her body answered her silent request and rewarded her with an explosive orgasm. She moaned and arched her back, causing water to splash over the walls of the tub and onto the floor.

She heard clapping "Bravo, Krista! Bravo!" Alec stood in the bathroom door. "An excellent performance. I just hope you haven't exhausted yourself for tonight." He laughed and left the doorway.

She hated him. She hated his cool arrogance. He had never touched her in that way. Never even seemed interested in her. Not that she cared. But just once she would love to have him beg for her.

She smiled to herself and eased out of the tub. She would make him want her.

Krista picked up the towel she had folded and placed on a shelf and lightly toweled her creamy white skin dry. Then she wrapped it around her and strolled into the bedroom. Alec had returned to the balcony, so she was free to get dressed without any more comments.

She chose an emerald green silk blouse and a clingy black skirt. It was sexy without being too obvious. She decided on no bra, then slipped the cool material on and buttoned it up. She slid on a black lace thong. Pulled on black stockings, then stepped into the skirt and eased it up over her legs and zipped it up at the side. Looking in the mirror, she decided that all she needed was some blush and eyeliner. She framed her eyes in kohl and added a rosy color to her cheeks. She smiled at the image, as she ran a brush through her long hair. She thought about pulling it up, then decided she looked sexier with it down.

Krista slid on a pair of slinky shoes, then walked out to the balcony where Alec was waiting.

"See anyone suitable?" She asked him.

"A few possibilities. I have seen quite a few people enter that bar over there." He pointed across the street at a building with a bright neon 'Open' sign. "Must be a popular night spot."

"Well shall we go check it out? The bewitching hour is here." She smiled.

He looked at her for the first time since she had changed. "Nice. Not too obvious. Glad you didn't decide to wear that leopard print dress."

"Hey, last time that dress worked just fine." She glared at him.

"Yes, and as I recall you were standing on a street corner." He laughed and walked towards the door. "Remember to lock the balcony doors. We don't need any thieves."

Krista stuck her tongue out at his back, then pulled the doors closed behind her. She loved the slamming noise she had made. She threw back the bolt and stomped across the room to the suite door. Alec pulled it open. "Ladies first." He said and then waved for her to exit. She winked at him and then strolled out the door. He closed and locked it behind him.

Even though she disliked him, she had to admit that he could be quite charming and was an impressive figure. His hair was jet black, and his eyes almost a matching color. His skin kept its tan color, even though most vampires were pale. He was or had been a Creole. She had found that out after many visits to New Orleans. He was also close to 200 years old.

They walked down the impressive set of stairs instead of taking the elevator. She watched all of the people in the lobby below as she traipsed down the stairs. Noticing a nice looking man here and there.

"Control yourself Krista. We don't want to pick the first person that catches your eye."

"I know, Alec. But can't a girl have a little entertainment every now and then?"

"Later. First we feed, then you can screw around with anyone you would like to. Just keep a low profile and don't bring them back to our suite. Remember we are supposed to be a newly married couple on their honeymoon."

"Oh yes. I can just imagine us married, let alone on our honeymoon." She laughed at the thought and headed for the door of the hotel.

The street was calmer now, so getting across it proved to be an easy feat. Getting into the bar was even easier. Their ID's weren't even checked.

"So much for the legal system." Alec said as they made their way through the crowd.

"You are such a party pooper. You need to loosen up. Here, you go that way, and I will go over to the bar and see what kind of people are on the menu." Krista smiled sweetly at him and then took off in the direction of the bar.

"Party pooper." He repeated the words as he made his way to an empty table and slid into a chair. He was not a party pooper. He was just more laid back than Krista. Or at least he thought he was. He shook his head. Now he was having doubts and he was one of the more powerful vampires left. To make himself feel better, he decided to have a little fun with the humans. He scanned the room and noticed a man and woman sitting at a booth in the corner. She was dressed so conservatively. Her blouse was a prim and proper white, not even close to see-thru. Her skirt was mid-calf and pink of all colors. He detested pink most of all. Her hair was even done up in a bun. The man sitting across from her was obviously not having fun with this librarian look-alike. He decided to have a little fun with her. Mind control was a wonderful talent to have.

He stared at her, finally making eye contact, and slowly easing himself into her mind. He sent one word into her thoughts. Hot. She started fidgeting. His hearing magnified to hear whatever her and her boyfriend were saying.

"Is it getting hot in here?" She asked

"Maybe a little." The boyfriend replied and took a drink of his beer.

Another word, hotter. She fanned her face, then slowly slid her hand down and unbuttoned the top button of her shirt. She fanned herself again. Trying to cool off. It didn't seem to be helping, so she unbuttoned another one.

Another word, Steamy. He could see the beads of sweat on her neck. He was enjoying this. Her eyes were glazed. Without warning, she ripped her blouse open and started moaning. "Bobby I am so hot. Please, do something"

The boyfriend stared for just a moment and then jumped at the chance. He started kissing her and then licked down her body. Bobby had her naked in a few seconds and had her laid out on the table. A few people were staring at them. But no one moved to stop him.

Alec used his mind to convince the girl that hands were caressing her body. Rubbing and stroking, kissing and biting making her moan ecstasy. Bobby unzipped his pants and was in between her legs in an instant. The moment he shoved inside, Alec made her cum with his mind. She screamed and soon half of the bar was crowded around, watching Bobby pound into her.

As the crowd gathered, Alec lost interest and looked over to the stool where Krista had once been sitting. She wasn't there. He scanned the room and didn 't see her. She must've found her dinner. He got up from the table and started off towards the bar himself. He needed a drink. He elbowed his way through the crowd and looked over and saw that the girl he had messed with was now getting fucked in every available hole. He laughed to himself. She deserved it. Now maybe she wouldn't be so uptight.

------------------------------------------------- Krista sat in the car while Razor went in the office and got the key to their room. He wasn't usually her style, but the law said they had to be lowlifes. Razor belonged to a gang and had been killing off the rival members families. Yes, she thought, he was definitely a lowlife. He finally sauntered out of the office with a key. He got in and drove them to the other side of the building, to their room, number 66. He laughed and said that was the only room he ever used.

She laughed too. How fitting that it would be the last room that he would ever be in. He unlocked the door and pushed her into the room. He closed the door behind them and locked all the locks.

"When I saw you, Red, I knew I had to have my dick inside you. But first I am going to strip that skirt off of ya and see if your bush is as red as your hair."

He shoved her onto the bed and unzipped her skirt. Tugging it off her hips and then tossing it on a chair. He pushed her legs apart, licking up her stockings until he got to the crotch of her panties. He inhaled her scent, closing his eyes like it was a drug. He looked up into her eyes and then in a quick motion, ripped her panties off. She was stunned at first, but then he buried his face into her, licking and slurping at her clit and lips. The shock and fear quickly turned into surprised pleasure. She loved oral. She hadn't even noticed that he had a tongue ring. It felt wonderful, like two tongues were licking her engorged clit. Her back arched and she soon found her fingers entwined with his hair, forcing him closer to her hot cunt. She panted as wave after wave coursed through her body. She pulled his head closer as she came all over his mouth.

After she let go, he got up and started rummaging thru a duffel bag. She hadn't remembered him bringing one, so it must've already been there. He returned to the bed with a piece of rope. He flipped her on to her stomach and tied her hands to the headboard.

"You're gonna like this baby. I am gonna make your pussy ache. He reached underneath her and unbuttoned her shirt so it gaped open, exposing her white breasts with pink nipples. He pushed her legs up and she had to grab onto the headboard to keep her balance. Her ass was sticking up in the air, and her pussy was exposed for him to see and use however he wanted. Again he rummaged thru the bag, but she couldn't see what he was getting. She was scared and aroused at the same time. No one had ever done anything like this to her.

Razor eased back on the bed, and Krista felt something cold being run up her legs. He rubbed it up to her exposed pussy and then, without warning, shoved it inside her. She squealed at the intrusion. He laughed and began pounding it in and out of her. Her squeals of pain slowly turned into those of a woman aroused. He laughed again.

"You like this don't ya, you little slut." He leaned over and started licking her clit while he slammed the dildo in and out of her. Her moans increased. He leaned up and licked her juice off his lips. "You love the feel of this plastic dick in you, don't you? Answer me whore."

"Yes.." she moaned.

"I can't hear you bitch. Tell me if you like it."

"Yes I like it. It feels so good inside me."

He pounded it in her harder while rubbing her clit. "Cum for me bitch. Cum all over my fake dick. Do it now whore." He shouted at her.

Even though she didn't want it to, her body obeyed. Her muscles clenched around the dildo and her cum poured out of her cunt. Her body shook and then she collapsed on the bed.

"Did I say you could lay down bitch? Get your ass up."

She jumped at his tone and got back into the position he'd had her in as quickly as she could.

"That's a good little slut." He said and once again went back to the bag. He returned to the bed and reached beneath her to play with her nipples, making them hard again. Then he clamped something on to one. She squealed as it pinched her nipple. He did the same to the other one. She looked down and saw that it was a nipple chain.

"You'll scream for more of me now baby."

She heard him remove his clothing, and then he was behind her, playing with her ass. He put something on his fingers and rubbed her asshole. Her eye widened in shock as she realized what he was about to do. He probed her a little longer and then moved away. She breathed a sigh of relief, but it was short lived. In the next instant, his dick was rammed inside her ass. Pain shot through her body and he thrust in and out of her ass. She bit her lip to keep from crying out.

He grabbed the dildo off the bed and rubbed her clit with the head of it. Then he slid it up inside her wet pussy. She felt like she was being torn apart. He pounded the dildo in her pussy in the same rhythm as his dick was plowing into her ass. It hurt so much that it was starting to feel good. Her screams of pain became moans of pleasure. Her body started arching into his thrusts, welcoming them. Her pussy clutched the dildo while her ass clenched his dick. His moans matched hers. He rammed harder, making the bed squeak. He reached around and grabbed the nipple chain, causing her to scream in pain as it tugged on her nipples. Her screams took him over the edge. She felt his cock throb and knew he was about to cum in her ass, something no man had ever done before. She moaned at the thought and let her body climax at the same time his did. Their cum mixing as it dripped out of her ass and down her pussy.

He eased out of her ass and pulled the dildo out of her dripping cunt. He eased the clips off her nipples and undid the ropes. Krista fell to the bed. Her body weak, but her hunger intensified. She had to eat now.

She eased herself into a sitting position. She looked over and saw him laying on his back, smoking a cigarette. She slid up his body and took the cigarette away from him. "Smoking can kill you, baby" She said. "But I think you deserve one after all of this." She smiled at him. "Now let me do something to say 'Thank You'." She moved down his body to where his dick lay limp nestled in his pubic hair. She flicked it with her tongue, he moaned in response.

"That's it. Lick me baby. Make me hard."

She licked his dick some more and then took it into her mouth and gave it a nice long suck, then let it drop out of her mouth. She inched over to his thigh and started licking the skin.

He grunted as he felt a sting, but he thought it was part of her technique. Krista had pierced an artery and was hungrily sucking up the blood that oozed out of his thigh. Savoring the taste. It had been so very long. She got so caught up in feeding that she didn't notice him staring at her. She looked up at him and saw that his eyes were filled with fear. She smiled then leapt up and bit his neck. Draining him of his blood.

------------------------------------------------ Alec's gaze swept across the room, halting when he saw a gorgeous Hispanic girl dancing on the floor with another man. He was intrigued. Her black hair swayed as her body moved, her brown eyes sparkled as she flirted with the man. He decided to listen in to what the man was saying.

"So what can I get for a fifty?" The man asked her.

She smiled, "You'll get a blow job, no swallowing." She twirled around again.

Alec smiled to himself. She was a prostitute, fair game according to the law. He was going to enjoy this. He made eye contact from the across the room and smile. She smiled back and winked at him.

"How much does it cost for everything?" The young guy was still trying.

"For everything, which includes a whole night, is five hundred."

"Shit! That's a lot of money for a piece of ass."

"I am well worth it." She smiled.

The song ended. "Sorry babe, but I think I'll save money if I go and find some ugly bitch who will give it up for free."

"Oh well. See ya." She said as he walked away. She looked over at Alec. This one might have some possibilities. His whole body spoke money.

Alec watched as the hooker walked towards him. This was just too easy. As she came closer, he noticed that she was very attractive and for a brief moment, he wondered why she would want to sell her body. He reminded himself that she was just food and his stomach reminded him of that fact.

"Hey gorgeous. Need some company?" She tilted her head and smiled at him.

"Who wouldn't want the company of a beautiful lady?" He waved at the chair next to him and motioned for her to sit.

She slid on to the chair. "Apparently the young ones just can't seem to afford me."

Alec chuckled. "What makes you think that I can?"

"Because your entire aura speaks of wealth and power." She laughed. "Two things I love in a man." She leaned over and began rubbing his thigh. "So, how about it? Wanna play with me?"




Blood Lust



"Your place?"

"Yeah, its right around the corner."

"Good."

Alec stood and held out his hand to help her up. She took it and licked her lips in anticipation as they walked towards the door. She knew he would be an excellent lover. She could just feel it.

They walked down the almost deserted street to a broken down building on the corner. They climbed the few cracked steps up to the double doors and she reached out and pulled one open. Alec held it open for her as she walked inside, her shoes clicking on the old tiled floor as she walked. "Mine is upstairs." She said and began climbing them. He followed.

Once on the second floor, she stopped in front of the first door on the right and took a key from the small bag she carried. She unlocked the door, turned the knob and pushed it open. "Home sweet home."

She walked inside, kicked off her shoes and tossed her bag on the table next to a bright red couch. Alec had to admit that the place was certainly bright and kind of cheerful. "So, would you like a drink?"

"No thanks. I think I had more than enough at the bar."

"Well," She looked over at him after he had closed the door. "Should we discuss payment first?"

"If that's the way you normally handle things."

"Okay." She nodded. "For a full night, its five hundred. Or it's a hundred dollars an hour."

He closed the distance between them and pulled her against him. "We're going to need the whole night." He lowered his mouth to hers and slowly kissed her. She leaned into him, sliding her arms around his neck and kissing him back. His hands roamed her body and settled on her ass, feeling its firmness through her tight pants. In one swift move, he picked her up and headed towards the bedroom.

He stood her up next to the bed and motioned for her to put up her arms. Then he pulled her shirt up over her head, and tossed it. He unhooked her black bra and it followed the shirt. She was tanned all over, her nipples a nice shade of light brown. He bent his head and captured a nipple, lightly biting it. Her breathing became faster and he shifted to the other nipple. Her hands curled into his hair, pulling him closer.

He gently eased her back onto the bed and then undid her pants, pulling them off as she lifted her hips to accommodate him. He tossed them on to the floor. He ran his hands over her red satin panties and debated on taking them off or leaving them on for a few minutes longer. She looked so sexy lying on the bed with only the red scrap of material on. He moved his hand between her legs, deciding to leave them on for now. He rubbed her satin covered mound and watched her face as he did it. She was so sensual. She writhed as he slid a finger under the edge of her panties and lightly grazed her folds. Her breath quickened, little gasps came out of her mouth.

He smiled to himself. He didn't think he would need mind control with this one. He slid another finger under and slipped it into her tight opening. She was wet and ready for him. She pushed her hips down on his fingers, moving, trying to push them further in. He lifted her hips and pulled her panties down over her legs and they too landed on the floor. He stood up off the bed long enough to shed his clothing, then slid up her body. He kissed her again, easing his tongue between her lips. Lightly grazing her tongue with his. She slid her tongue in his mouth, exploring it. Then nibbled his bottom lip. He ended the kiss and looked down at her, capturing her eyes with his. He wanted to take more time with her, maybe even go down on her, but the hunger was too fierce. With his knee, he pushed her thighs apart and lowered in between them. Still retaining eye contact, he thrust his hardness into her welcoming softness. Her eyes fluttered closed as he began moving in and out of her.! He let his eyes close. Letting himself fully enjoy the feel of her, all hot and wet, surrounding him. He couldn't hold back anymore. He got up on his knees, lifted her hips and began pounding his cock in and out of her. Her gasps became moans and as he thrust harder, they became screams. Her body convulsed under his. Her pussy muscles tightened around him, and he couldn't hold back any longer. He shuddered, moaning as he came.

He fell on top of her, careful not to hurt her. As he lay there, he licked her neck. The taste of salty sweat only made him hungrier. He slid his hand down to her pussy, slipping into her cum soaked hole with ease. Tuning his mind into hers, he made her feel like a hundred hands were on her body. Her eyes fluttered open in shock as the feelings crashed over her, her moans once again getting louder and louder. Her body convulsed as wave after wave of pleasure hit. Alec eased up and slowly sank his teeth into the side of her neck.

She didn't feel the sting of his teeth as it broke the skin. All she felt was the consuming pleasure. Her spirit left her as she climaxed for the final time.

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Krista hid behind a building just up the street as more police cars came flying by. She knew she had covered her tracks well, but had hung around just to make sure. She watched as the decapitated body was loaded into the ambulance. A small smile curved the edges of her full lips. She had planted drugs all around the room, making it look like the perfect 'drug deal gone bad' scene.

She glanced once more at the scene before her and then started back to the bar. Her hunger for food might have been satisfied, but her hunger for sex was still there. She hailed a cab, hopped in, and told the driver where she wanted to go.

"What was all the commotion back there?" She asked the driver.

"The cops said that so far it looks like a drug deal. They found a body. The guy's head had been chopped off. Said it was real gruesome." The driver seemed to cringe as he talked about it.

"Wow. Sounds like a sicko." She smiled to herself, all the loose ends were now tied.

"Why do you want to go to that place?" The driver asked. "I know this great club about four blocks up the road."

"Fine." Krista said. "I'll go there. The other place had a lot of rough looking people."

They continued on in silence and when he pulled up in front of the club, she got out and handed him the fare plus a generous tip. Then she walked up to the entrance of the club. Once again, it was no big deal getting in. All she had done was flirt a little with the doorman and he had let her in. The place was filled with young people and the music was loud. The one thing she noticed was that the usual cloud of smoke wasn't there. She hated cigarettes.

She smiled to herself as a plan started forming in her head. Tonight she was going to make Alec want her. All she needed now was another woman.

She sat at the bar, watching people, trying to single out a female from the rest of the crowd. Slowly she spotted one. A blonde in the corner was crying, obviously over a man. She had always been attracted to blonde women. She smiled to herself as she moved closer to the blonde, trying to hear what she was talking about to her friend.

"He is such an asshole. All he ever wanted was other women." The blonde pounded her fist on the table, tears still running down her face.

"Don't worry, Kel, you'll find someone else to take his place." Her friend patted Kelly's shoulder.

"Marcy." A man walked up to the women. "We have to go. Kelly can take care of herself." He pulled on Marcy's arm, dragging her away from the table.

"Call me later, Kel." She mouthed the words 'I'm sorry'.

The girl was alone, and Krista decided to make her move. She walked over to the table and slid in the vacant chair.

"You look like you could use a few drinks, and some company." She said as she looked over at Kelly. "Sorry, but I couldn't help overhearing."

Kelly looked up at her, her blue eyes still full of tears. "So much for real friends huh?"

"Yeah I know how that can be. It's been a long time since I had a real friend." Krista reached over and took Kelly's hand into hers. "Would you rather get away from here?"

Kelly just shook her head. "I have a suite in the Grand Hotel. We can go there and talk."

Krista stood up and offered Kelly her hand. Kelly took it, and within moments they were in a cab headed toward the Hotel.

They went up to the room and Krista unlocked the door, opened it, and motioned for Kelly to enter. "Wow. This is nice." Kelly said as she looked at the elegant interior.

"Only the best ever suits my husband." Krista moved over to the small fridge in the corner and pulled out a bottle of wine.

"Husband? You're married?"

"Yes. This is supposed to be our honeymoon, but as you can see, he would rather be elsewhere than to spend time with me." Krista popped open the bottle and poured two glasses.

"I couldn't imagine why he wouldn't want to be with you."

"It was an arranged marriage. My cr-uh father wanted us to get married so our lands and fortunes could be combined." She handed the glass to Kelly. "I suppose he meant well."

"We haven't even had sex yet."

"WHAT?!" Kelly gasped. "You're kidding right?"

"I wish. You can't imagine how its been."

"I bet I can. My ex and I only had sex a few times. He was too exhausted from screwing everyone else." She laughed, the alcohol was getting to her. Krista filled her glass again.

Soon Kelly was drunk and Krista knew it was time to make her move. Alec would be home soon. She took the glass away from her, and set it down on the table, then leaned over and started running her fingers through Kelly's hair.

"That feels so good. My mom used to do that whenever I got upset." She sighed and relaxed against the back of the couch.

Krista leaned over and slowly licked Kelly's ear with the tip of her tongue. Kelly smelled so good, she thought. Kelly whimpered. Krista began lightly kissing down Kelly's jaw and cheek. Kelly turned and they kissed.

Kelly's lips were so soft and sweet. Krista couldn't help but deepen the kiss. She slid her hands up Kelly's shirt and cupped her firm breasts. Kelly 's nipples hardened. Kelly unbuttoned her shirt and shrugged out of it and hurriedly took off her bra.

"Touch me." She purred as she laid down on the couch. Krista caressed her breasts, tugging gently on her nipples. Then leaned forward and bit her nipples, first one and then the other. Krista licked hungrily down Kelly's exposed chest and stomach, stopping to slide her tongue in and out of her navel. She unbuttoned Kelly's pants and slid them off, followed by her light pink panties. Kelly's light pink pussy was exposed to Krista's view. Krista' s eyes widened, she had never been with a woman with lips that shade of pink. She had to taste it.

She pushed Kelly's legs apart and licked the perfect lips, nudging her clit with the tip of her tongue. She tasted so sweet. She plunged her tongue into Kelly's delicious cunt.

The door opened, but Krista didn't pay attention to it. She was more interested in Kelly's moans and heavy breathing.

Alec stood at the door, shocked then slowly getting aroused at the sight of his 'wife' going down on a pretty little blonde. His dick grew hard as he watched Krista's head moving in between the blonde's long spread legs.

Kelly's moans increased as Krista licked and bit her clit. Shuddering, she came on Krista's tongue. Krista moved away and licked her lips, and finally noticed that Alec had entered the room.

"Once again, a very nice performance." Alec clapped.

Krista stood and slowly took off her clothes. Then stood before him naked as well. His eyes ran over her and then over the blonde. His cock throbbed at the thought of having both of them. Krista took Kelly's hand and led her to the bedroom. Alec followed them.

Kelly moved up the bed and propped herself up on the pillows, spreading her legs and eagerly waiting for the next invasion. Krista once again sank between Kelly's legs and started licking her pussy once again. Alec shrugged off his clothes and eased onto the bed. He forced Krista up on her knees and slid his tongue in between her lips. He sucked on her clit and her body shuddered. She had waited so long for this. It was so erotic, she couldn't handle it anymore, she came and came hard. She moaned into Kelly's pussy biting on her clit as her body shook with her orgasm. Kelly moaned and began bucking her hips, she came just as Krista's orgasm ended.

Alec couldn't handle it anymore. He shoved Krista on the bed and straddled Kelly's face pushing his cock in between her lips. She opened her mouth and sucked greedily on it.

"Yes... suck my dick baby." He moaned. "It feels so good... oh yeah."

She licked around the head of his dick, and then took it back into her mouth. He looked down at her. Watching his dick slide in and out of her pretty little mouth. Then turned and watched Krista fingering herself.

He felt his balls tighten and he shot his load of cum inside Kelly's waiting mouth. She swallowed it and he fell to the bed. Watching as Krista moved over and kissed Kelly, licking what cum was left off of Kelly's lips. The two of them frolicked together. As he watched, he grew hard again.

Krista watched Alec and slowly untangled herself from Kelly. She moved over to where Alec was laying and straddled him. She had waited years to feel him inside of her, she had watched him fuck other women and had wished it were her every time. She lowered her wet aching pussy down on his hard shaft and began moving... throwing her head back as he stretched her.

Alec motioned for Kelly to come to him, and pulled her onto his face. He devoured her pussy as Krista rode his cock. He throbbed at the sound of their moaning. Kelly twisted around until she was facing Krista, then leaned over and kissed her. Kelly fondled Krista's breasts, pinching her nipples as her tongue played with Krista's. Krista moved faster, the friction of her pussy grinding against Alec's dick, and the feel of Krista's hands driving her to orgasm. She broke the kiss and screamed, her body rocking with spasms.

Krista moved off and Alec pushed Kelly off onto the bed. He got up and pulled Kelly up on all fours and moved behind her. Pushing her ass cheeks apart, he slid his slick cock into Kelly's pussy. Ramming his cock in and out of her. Krista moved underneath Kelly and licked her clit. Sucking on it and licking Alec's dick as it went in and out, then moved down so Kelly could eat her aching pussy while Alec fucked her.

The sight of Kelly eating Krista's pussy while he was fucking her was just too erotic for him. He rammed into her faster, and moaned when she started cumming. Her pussy clutched his cock, making him explode within her.

They all collapsed on the bed, exhausted.

She grinned at Alec "Should we make her one of us?"

"We'll think about it in the morning. I am too exhausted to think about anything."



Blood Lust



"She's a bold one, this woman. You think she'll actually go through with the case?" Correction officer Allen Stapleton asked his partner Ray Thomas. They stood, with their backs against the steal bolted door. They held their shotguns firmly, but their hands still trembled, staring down the narrow halls, awaiting her arrival.

"I don't know man, there hasn't been an attorney in town that would represent him...can't really say I blame 'em." Ray replied, raking his baldhead with his stubby fingers. Allen shook his head and exhaled.

"Twenty-three, Twenty-fucking-three. I've seen some sick-ohs in my day but this guy. He just tops the cake." He snarled. 

"Man, I don't understand what makes half these fuckers do half the shit they do, it's beyond me." Ray snarled. The sound of light stiletto heals echoed threw the empty corridor. The men looked up watching Violet Sylvermen approaching them with quick sharp footsteps. Her briefcase swayed back and forth with the rhythm of her moving body that was securely tucked away in a fitted pinstriped pants suit. Her face was poise but stern with her black hair firmly pulled back in a neat bun. 

"Afternoon gentlemen." She greeted as she approached them both. 

"Afternoon, Ms.Sylvermen." Allen out stretched his hand; Violet with out hesitation shook his hand with a firmness that caught him off guard. 

"That's, quite a handshake." He smirked, shaking her hand. Her face remained somber as she cocked an eyebrow. 

"So is he willing to speak with me? Or did he decline?" She got straight to the point. Ray cleared his throat.

"Surprisingly, he agreed to meet with you." He replied huskily. Violet nodded slowly, wedging herself between the two of them she peeped through the small rectangular window. He sat in a steel chair, bolted to the ground, his messy strands of hair veiling his eyes. Handcuffed to the chair he sat waiting patiently, serenely. She turned to face the men, unlike them, she seemed very at ease about the meeting. 

"Okay, open the door." She said in a monotonous tone. Allen nodded; mumbling 'excuse me' as he moved towards the door, and unlocking it. He hesitated before opening the door. 

"I know you confirmed it. But I just have to ask you yet again. Are you sure you want to go through with this?" For the first time through out their several meetings prior to this moment, Violet smiled. The contrast of her ivory teeth to her dark brown skin brighten every beautiful detail of her face. 

"Mr. Stapleton, I'll have you know, that some psycho rapist, who's only means of getting laid is raping young air heads that remind him of the popular girl who wouldn't fuck him in high school, is not going to scare me away. I've dealt with mother's that drowned their babies. Sex offenders that get off to the pain and ravaged innocence of children. And serial rapist that severed their victims into countless pieces after brutally raping the shit out of them. I do believe I can handle this situation just fine. Don't you agree?" She stared him down, her brown eyes showing no warmth. Allen swallowed hard, and nodded with comprehension as he allowed his self to open the door. She swiftly glide pass him, into the solitary room. The door shut behind her, leaving her alone, with the man the headline's named "The anti-Christ". She watched him closely, before setting herself in the seat across from him. He didn't look up, or even acknowledge her existence. He kept his head lowered, as if he were shamed. Hell, he probably was shamed, most of the clients Violet had were shamed. Mentally sick people, who couldn't escape themselves. Couldn't escape their urges. They'd keep their heads lowered through out the entire case, avoiding eye contact with the threatening and scolding eyes of the people around them. Pleading for sympathy for their sick desires that they so loosely labeled a mental illness. She sighed, she knew this process all to well. Step one: Gain the trust of her client, so that all of her actions went with out questioning. Step two: Win the case. Step three: Get the money. It was as simple and tedious as that. The only difference with this guy was, he was loaded. Millionaire loaded. Winning this case meant obtaining $500,000+ and that was all the persuasion Violet needed. She cleared her throat, placing her brief case on the table and opening it. She pulled a folder thick with papers and files from the case and dropped them onto the table. She organized herself before finally stating.

"I know you're wondering why I called you here today." He stayed silent, his eyes still hidden. She waited a second longer, trying not to loose her patience. If there was one negative quality that rivaled her professionalism, it would be lack of patience. She sighed and opened her folder. 

"I arranged this meeting because I want to reopen your case." She informed. She watched him slowly lift his head, until he locked his gray eyes with hers. She was shocked by how handsome he was. A handsome rapist seemed like an oxymoron to her. Most of her past clients that were rapist were awkward looking and filled with sexual frustration, due to lack of physical contact with the female body. Or they were past victims of child abuse that grew to be physically appalling and social disinclined. But this guy was far from that, the strands of black hair cascaded on his attractive ashen face. His eyes seem sleepy, almost as if he were dreaming with his eyes open. He grinned deviously.

"Is that right?" The tone and dept of his voice was spin chilling. Feeling just a tad uneasy, Violet shifted in her uncomfortable steel chair. 

"Yes. Only if you're willing to accept my offer." She kept her cool. He folded his large hands atop of the table, leaning forward as if wanting to show interest. He stared at his fiddling fingers.

"So," He eyed her. 

"You want to represent me?" he grinned. 

"Yes I do." She replied with a nod. He ran his fingers along his neatly cut goatee; his self-image seemed very well taken cared of despite his present location. He continued to study her, his tongue lightly grazing his lips. His gazed devoured her slowly, planting fear deep into her. But Violet never backed down from a fight. Growing up in a tough neighborhood, with harsh living conditions and a coke addict for a mother, Violet didn't let a small dosage of fear break her. 

"Have you any idea, what I've done?" He said in a low tone. His eyes seemed to glow with deviance. He drank her in; her oval shaped face decorated with almond shaped eyes, a round button nose and luscious pouty lips that he thought would feel amazing wrapped around his pulsating cock. She tore her eyes away from his, trying to find a way to lower the level of intensity that clouded the room. 

"I am very aware of what you've done. But it's of no relevance to me. I want to represent you and help you win this case." He sat back in his seat, folding his arms across his torso. All his muscles flexed, nearly bursting out of his orange jump suite. If he indeed raped and killed all those women, the majority must have died from the sex alone. For the way he was built, he looked like he could cause fatal damage. Violet's face flushed, and the heat between her legs was painfully torturing her. Could it be possible that she was sexually attracted to him? No, it couldn't be, if that were the case she was just as sick as he was.

"So what exactly would you be getting out of this? No, woman, would be so willing to fight for the freedom of a serial rapist. Or has times changed since I've been locked up?" 

"It's your money." She replied nonchalantly. He cocked his head to the side. 

"Your willing to put a convicted rapist on the streets, for money?" He questioned. She shrugged.

"A girl's gotta eat, right?" 

"Hmm, aren't you afraid of what would happen to you if I was turned loose on society? Or are you that money hungry?" he grinned. 

"You seem to have more questions then I do. Let's just make this quick and simple. If you let me, I will do everything in my power to make sure you gain your freedom. In return, I get the money and the publicity. Your case will help my career skyrocket. You just need to keep silent, and let me handle the tough stuff. Deal?" she watched him. He watched her. This girl had an ego to big for him to tolerate; she needed to be put in her place. There was nothing he loved more, then to strip power from women who believed they were greater than thou. 

"I accept, your offer." He replied, his face equivalent to granite. Violet beamed brighter than a Christmas tree.

"Excellent! We got a deal." She offered him a subtle handshake. Taking her hand in his, a deal with the devil had just been made. 

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"I here by declare Camron Masochis, not guilty, due to lack of evidence against the defendant." The judge banged his gable. The courtroom's silence was broken by the cries and gasps of disbelief, followed by the curses thrown at Camron and his attorney, Violet. He sat in the wooden chair staring into nothingness as the judge continued to beat his gable. 

"Order! Order!" He shouted at the outraged people. Families of his past victims cried hysterically, not only cursing Camron, but also the jury, the judge and Violet as well. She straightened her posture, soaking in the slurs and shouts of disgust that were thrown at her and her client. 

"He's a monster! A monster! How can you put this...this...thing back on the streets!" One devastated mother cried. Her husband held her, staring intensely at the back of Camron's head. Violet sighed and glanced at her client, he glanced back; with that disturbing smile that made a wave of guilt hit her. Behind that smile, those compelling gray eyes laid the grim reality that he was going to cause twice the damage he did before. Security came to escort them both out of the court, pass the swarming mob of grieving love ones, paparazzi and news reporters. As they squeezed passed them, heading for the exit out of the courtroom, he locked eyes with one of his victim's mother. She glared at him, with fury burning in her soul, in her heart. Her glassy red eyes, filled with heavy tears that wouldn't fall. Misery, was embedded on her face. Misery so intense that it caused her body to hunch over in agony. Her head slowly moved from side to side, as her thin lips worded "Why". He smiled, that demonic smile before puckering his lips into a kiss. Her mouth loosely fell open as she blinked repetitively at him. The tears finally came falling and she fell into her husband's arms sobbing bitterly. Violet gripped her briefcase tighter as she watched the grieving woman beg to let God take her instead. She swallowed down the guilt that slowly elevated to the surface. What have she done? Letting this, man back into the world to prey on vulnerable young women, again. She didn't even want to think of all the horrendous things this city would face. She just exhaled as she and Camron ventured into the sea of flashing lights of the dozens of cameras outside. 

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"Make it a triple." She muttered to the bartender. He poured her another glass. She took it before he could turn the bottle right side up, gulping it all down with one swallow. She sat it back on the table. 

"Keep 'em coming." She kept her eyes on the glass, waiting for the glass to magically be refilled. She winced when she noticed it stayed empty. She looked up at the bartender.

"Well?" She shook the glass.

"I-I think you should take it easy for the rest of the night." He said softly. She sat up straight, sighing with frustration. 

"Listen little shit, it's my money that's keeping this dump open and keeping you from an undignified job at Mickey D's. Now either pour me another glass or prepare to have your scrawny ass living on the streets." She snapped. She pushed the glass in his direction, it slide over the edge. Fumbling, he caught it before it hit the floor. He bit the inside of his cheeks, as his nostrils flared. He slammed the tiny glass in front of her along with an entire bottle of whiskey. 

"Fill it up yourself, bitch." He hissed, walking away to tend to someone else. She shrugged, wasn't the first time she was called that. Watching the liquor rise to rim she listened to the breaking news on the television that hung from the ceiling in front of her. 

"Nineteen year old Abigail Gasby was last seen in Bay Ridge, Brooklyn at 9:30 PM. Local residents claimed to have seen her talking to an unfamiliar man. But couldn't give a distinct description of the suspicious male." The news reporter announced. Violet set the bottle down slowly, after pouring her glass and looked up to see the picture of the missing girl. Her heart sanked when the girl had similar characteristics of all of Camron Masochis's past victim's. Petite, longhaired, Caucasian, young and evidently...stupid. If in fact this girl is or was another victim of his, he probably won her over with the same charm and sex appeal young girls like her craved for. 

"Oh shit." She whispered to herself. She swallowed a glass full of whiskey, letting it burn her chest, in hopes it'll set all the guilt on fire. It had been three months since she won his case and it was eating away at her. The worry, and the remorse for the future credulous young women that were soon to become the casualty of his sick sexual escapades dragged her down to the pits of depression. The $750,400 she gained from the case barely seemed worth it now. Even if she was able to buy that three bedroom, two bath condo in the upper east side of Manhattan. The only thing that kept her from falling off the brink of sanity was that small hint of denial that Camron didn't go back to his old ways. 

"Vy, baby? What are you doing here?" Violet turned around. 

"Lucas. Wha-. I just wanted to get a drink." She explained to her fiancé. He stood beside her with his arm around her shoulders. 

"It's late babe, I called you like five times. You never answered, I was worried." He sat beside her, still not taking his eyes off his estranged wife to be. She leaned her head in the palm of hand. 

"I just, needed some space, to clear my head." She muttered. Lucas looked at the bottle of whiskey that stood parallel from her and sighed.

"Come on baby, let me drive you home."

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Lucas held the door open; letting Violet into their luxury apartment they recently bought. Money was coming in fast for the both of them. Violet's recent court case with Camron, and Lucas's software company, that business magazines claimed to be Microsoft's future rival was packing more cash into their pockets then the both of them ever had. They both grew up in the projects. They started out as friends, keeping each other safe when no one else would. It wasn't until their junior year of high school, when they started going out. Lucas Singleton, was Violet's first and only boyfriend and lover as well. She lost her virginity to him after graduating from high school. After that, they were practically inseparable. Putting an end to all stereotypes about teen love. Even after the financial slumps they faced after graduating from NYU. They both remained unemployed, for almost a year, until their luck made a huge turning point and money was no longer an issue. And here they were, in a 2.3 million dollar condo, in one of the most luxurious neighborhoods in Manhattan. Violet kicked off her shoes, then kicked them to the side. She burst into playful giggles as she stumble on her own feet. There was no doubt about it, she was drunk. She snatched the jacket to her designer pants suit off and threw it onto the armrest of the sofa. She fell onto the couch, staring up at the ceiling. Lucas approached her quietly, kneeling beside the sofa, he scanned her as if trying to find the answer to his questions some where in her. She propped herself up on her elbows and stared at him. Her eyes seemed furlong and tired. 

"What?" She asked him. He gently took her hand in his.

"I'm worried about you Vy. Ever since you won that case, you've been extremely depressed and distant. You get drunk everyday. Before it was twice maybe three times a week, but in the past month you can't even go a day with out drinking, baby. Tell me what's wrong?" He pleaded with her. She glared at him, her eyes speaking volumes of agonizing guilt. She looked away from him, once she felt the tears easing from her eyes. Lucas squeezed her hand.

"Violet, baby. Talk to me." She shut her eyes, quickly shaking her head. The tears came pouring. 

"I can't." She sobbed. 

"You can't?" He moved her legs to the side so she can sit beside her. He sat her legs on top of his lap. 

"What do you mean you can't? There's nothing you can't tell me, Violet." He reached out to touch her face but she backed away quickly. Still shaking her head. She snatched her hair out of its usual tight bun, allowing it fall untidily onto her shoulders.  

"No, no. I can't. I don't want to think-." Her voice cracked. She raked her fingers through her hair as she curled into a fetal position. Pressing her forehead against her knees. 

"You don't want to think about what?" He lifted her head up tenderly by the chin. She finally looked upon him with out resisting eye contact. His smooth cinnamon brown skin was clear of any blemish. Those warm hazel brown eyes put her heart at ease despite the pain she was going through. 

"Please, I don't want to talk about it, Lucas. Just, hold me, please." She whimpered. He nodded in response to her request. Pulling her body onto his lap, she wrapped her legs around his waist as he wrapped his arms around hers. She leaned against his toned chest, soaking his button down white shirt with her tears of regret. He rubbed her back, trying to massage the pain away. He squeezed her ever so tightly and she pressed her body against him. She melted in his arms. Letting every second she spent in his rapture bring her back to life. He kissed her forehead, once, twice, and a third time. Each kiss, lingering a second longer then the last. She sighed, placing her hand against his warm cheek, her thumb rubbed his cheek, then his ear. Her spine tensed when his soft full lips kissed her neck. Holding her closer, he let his tongue and lips slowly explore her neck. She threw her head back, letting a moan escape from her lips. Running his fingers through her hair, he gently pulled her face to his. He kissed the tears that stained her face. She slowly pulled away so she could unbutton her blouse. He watched in anticipation, as she loosened each button. He squeezed her bountiful ass until she finally removed her long sleeved blouse. Behind those conservative pants suites, hid a body that to this day Lucas couldn't resist. The blouse graciously fluttered to the floor. She smiled faintly at the lascivious look in his eyes. He ran his hands up her body, feeling his hands take in the hourglass shape of her figure. He unlatched her bra and pealed it from her body, revealing her full breast. He leaned into her chest, letting his hot tongue stoke her erect nipples. 

"Mmmm." She moaned louder at the sudden shock of pleasure. He let his hand cup and squeeze the other breast as she motioned her hips back and forth against his lap. His dick stiffened in response. He clenched his teeth on the sensitive nub. Arching her back, she continued to grind her hips against him. Letting the friction of his harden member rubbing against her clit moisten her pussy. She pulled him closer to her chest, panting and rocking against him. She kissed his lips hungrily as soon as he pulled away from her breast. Eagerly she unbuttoned his shirt, moaning against his lips. Throwing his shirt to the floor, they both impatiently fumbled with the button and zipper to their pants. Still keeping their hips in motion. Him grunting through clench teeth and her whimpering. They quickly stood, pulling off their pants along with their under garments. She pulled him into her roughly, kissing his chest and running her hands up his toned physique. He wasn't large, but he wasn't small either. He was built like a track star. But he could still handle her thick frame with ease. He especially proved his self when he lifted her up by her thighs. She wrapped her legs around him.




Blood Lust



"Shit." He hissed at the feel of the intense heat seeping from between her legs. Sitting her down on the sofa, he threw her legs over his shoulders. He leaned forward to kiss her, pressing her knees against her chest. He teased her clit with the head of dick, stroking it and slapping it with his long shaft repeatedly. 

"Oh my God." She groaned, she could actually hear how sopping wet she was with each torturous slap he gave her. She bucked her hips forward breathing sharp hollow breaths. He gave her pussy another brutal slap. She grabbed the sofa cushings, twisting them and lifting them out of place.

"Fuck! Lucas, s-stop teasing me!" She cried weakly. He gave her his usual cute mischievous smile as he eased his dick into her tight pussy. She exhaled deeply, as if she was just relieved of all her troubles. She felt him fill every crevasse of her. He started slow, pulling himself from her core all the way to the head, then pushing back harder with each passing thrust. Her juices dripped from her onto the sofa. He grabbed her thighs, readying his self to stop bullshitting and fuck her right. He quickened his strokes, thrusting into her with even more vigor. 

"Shit! Don't stop! Oh...God! Don't stop!" She screamed. She arched her body further onto his dick, trying to get every inch of him inside her. She shook her head slightly as if she couldn't take it, yet she begged for more. He pushed her thighs further against her chest, still fucking her into oblivion.

"Fuck." He growled. The feeling of her tight pussy clamped around his dick made his knees buckle a bit. He watched her squirm, as her hands attacked the sofa Cushings. Her breast bouncing as he rammed his hips into her. His hand touched the side of her face. His thumb touched the lips that screamed his name as if it were a prayer. She turned her face into the palm of his hand, licking his middle finger, then sucking it into her mouth. Enjoying the taste of his flesh. She snaked both her hands to his ass, pulling him deeper into her. He groaned loudly, taking her sensitive nipple between the fingers of his free hand and twisting it.

"Mmmm! MMMMMM!" Her eyes snapped open, her mouth still sucking on his finger. He pulled it from her mouth, and used that hand to attack her other nipple. She screamed louder as he continued to brutalize her nipples with out loosing his rhythm. 

"I'm close. Oh, god! Lucas!! I'm cum-. Shh-SHIT!" She yelled in broken English. Her pussy clenched tightly around his pumping cock. Barely breathing her body began to spasm. She gasped in all the air her lungs could possibly take as her entire body gave in to its orgasm. Lucas grabbed her thick thighs and thrust his self into her hard and deep. He held his self there. Gritting his teeth, he exploded into her. His lower spine weakened at his sudden release.

"Damn it." He hissed. He collapsed to his knees, resting his head against her heaving chest. He wrapped his arms around her. She took his ears into her hands and kissed his forehead. He looked up at her pushing the wet strands of hair from her face. He eased his fingers onto her pouty lips. 

"I love you." He said gently to her. She closed her eyes, sighing contently. She kissed his fingers and smiled.

"I love you too." 

He smiled back, crawling on top of her he planted a kiss on her lips. 

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"I know Mr.Vandergild, but if we don't get her to testify your chances of winning this case his slim to none. You're just going to have to risk ruining your marriage if you want keep your freedom." Violet sped walked through the crowd of white-collar workers. She looked at her watch that read 8:50 AM. 

"Shit I'm late." She cursed. She hurried herself into the law firm. 

"Hey Stacy." She greeted the security guard at the front desk.

"Hey Violet, girl." Stacey greeted back. Violet caught the elevator before the doors shut.

"Well Mr. Vandergild, maybe if you weren't so busy sleeping with you're wife's niece this wouldn't be a problem for you. But since you were with her at the time of the murder it would be best, like I said, if she testified in your defense." She exited onto her floor making her way straight to her office. 

"Do I have any massages, Sarah?" She asked her secretary. 

"Yes, one from Mr. Vandergild, he said call him, it's urgent," Violet pointed to her cell phone.

"Already handled." She said. Sarah nodded. Violet grabbed the knob to her office door. 

"Oh and there's a young man in the office waiting for you." Sarah informed. Violet looked at her quizzically.

"Who?" She asked.

"He said you know him, I mean he did get pass security." Sarah confided. Violet sighed and opened the door. 

"Yea Mr.Vandergild I'm still here." She droned. Shutting the door behind her, she watched her spinning chair swivel around with Camron reclining casually in her seat. Her mouth and phone dropped. 

"Hello Ms.Sylvermen." He said, in that low and dark tone. Her phone hit the floor with a loud clatter. Her body went numb and the floor seemed to shift and alter beneath her. 

"Mr.Masochis, Wha-, how. What are you doing here?" She stammered. He smirked, eyeing her feminine figure that filled out her conformist suite. 

"Mmm." He hummed quietly, as if she looked edible. He stood from the leather chair and slowly approached the young woman. Her feet couldn't move from the spot they were planted in. The sound of his large feet colliding with the floor echoed through out her office. He stood a foot away from her, looking down at her. She swallowed hard, trying to hide that same fear she felt the first time they met over three months ago. 

"Well Mr.Masochis? What are you doing here?" She asked again. 

"To thank you. These past few months of freedom has been very..." He paused to enjoy the sight of her once more.

"Arousing." He grinned. She grimaced at the thought of what he really meant by that statement. 

"You're welcome. It's what I do." She replied quickly. 

"Yes I know, just didn't think you'd be so damn good at it." God did she wish he'd wipe that smile from his face. It was messing her head up. Making her recoil to a childish mindset. He looked further down at her cell phone that lay on the floor. 

"Your phone's on the floor." He informed politely. She looked down. 

"Oh." She bent down to pick the phone. His eyes seemed to grow bright as he watched her lower herself in front of him. She quickly pulled herself up, fiddling with her flimsy phone. 

"So that's all you came here for?" She questioned, finally bringing herself to walk pass him to her desk. 

"To thank me." 

"Yes, a gentlemen can't thank the woman who got him out of jail?"

"Your money thanked me enough." She said quickly. He turned around to face her. She leaned against the desk behind her, her arms folded. He nodded with comprehension. 

"I see, I hope you've put my money to good use then." He cocked an eyebrow. 

"And I hope you've put freedom to good use." It didn't take a rocket scientist to get what she meant by that. He grinned even more deviously. 

"Don't worry Ms.Sylvermen. I'm putting it to good use." Violet's face turned ice cold. She watched him open the door. 

"It was nice seeing you again, Ms.Sylvermen." He purred. He eased out the door. Violet sighed heavily, her body nearly caving inward. 

"Jesus, what the hell was that about?" She thought to herself. She didn't want to think about it. She took her cell phone and redialed Mr.Vandergild's number.

"Hello? Mr. Vandergild? Yes I'm sorry for the inconvenience. Now where were we?"

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"Hey baby. Looking for some fun?" Camron looked up at the low class prostitute that stood before him. Clothed in a rose-colored halter-top, a black leather mini-skirt and knee-high leather boots. Her face was decent but had age beyond her years, complements of crystal-meth. He returned his attention to his mug of beer, showing little interest in the whore or her offer. Ignoring his apathy, she sat in the seat in front of him, twirling her long golden locks out of her face. 

"Strong and silent, huh? That's fine baby, I'm not giving up just yet." Practically undressing him with her eyes, she watched him take another swig of his beer. She licked her lips. 

"I never seen you around here before. You must be new blood. If you want, I can..." She crept her foot up his leg, up to his inner thigh.

"Be your entourage." Her smile was laced with lust and a bit of desperation. It wasn't just a quick trick she was trying to get, but some mind-blowing sex. Not even showing the slightest reaction to the woman's attempt at turning him on, he growled.

"Trust me little girl, you don't want to fuck with me. Go mess with some little virgin boys, I'm sure they'll pay for your services. Cause I'm not." 

"Aw baby, for you, my services are for free." She scooted her seat closer to his. Leaning closer to his ear she whispered.

"I just wanna get fucked." He set his mug back onto the table, and stared at it for a moment. His face seemed to grow pale. He cut his cold gray eyes at her and she bit her lower lip. 

"Well sexy? What's it gonna be?" She opened her legs wide enough for him to see her glistening pussy lips. He stared at her dripping wet pussy, then took one last sip of his beer. He stared into space.

"I warned you."

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"Hurry up." He tugged at the blonde bombshell as they quickly trotted through the wooded area of the cemetery. The trees and skies were blackened by the night. She stumbled trying to keep up with him and her spiked healed boots wasn't helping either. 

"Damn baby I know you're eager, but could you give me a chance to catch up? Plus, where're we goin' anyways?" She panted. He didn't answer, just continued to drag her wherever he desired. He was contemplating whether he should play games with her like he did most of his victims, or if he just use her as a quickie. And as the night progressed, he grew tired of her voice and face, and decided to do society a public service and make it a quick fix. When he felt they were deep enough in the woods, he stopped and she ran into the back of him. He stood there for a moment, breathing heavily.

"Well you are a kinky one, I do believe I never fucked in the woods before." She giggled. He turned around slowly. 

"Come." He ordered. She motioned towards him in a snake like manner. She pressed her body against his, playfully running her fingers along the rim of his pants. He stood there, watching her, his eyes glowing. She wrapped one long leg around his body tightly. She strained herself onto the tip of her toes so she could kiss him. He returned the kiss, but refused to embrace her. She pulled away. 

"Come on baby, put all them muscles to good use." She moaned. With out saying another word, he swiftly turned her around. Her waist length blonde hair twirling around with her body. He grabbed both of her tiny wrists into one massive hand and held them securely behind her back. She squirmed, whimpering like a little puppy. Ignoring her, he shoved her against a nearby tree and held her there. 

"Not-not so rough." She protested. He lifted her skirt up to her waist, unveiling her bare ass. The fitted piece of apparel stayed above her hips, leaving her ass naked and vulnerable.

"I warned you." He growled. Abruptly, his gigantic hand came plummeting unto her ass, with a loud SLAP that echoed throw the shadowed trees. 

"AHHHHH!" She wailed. He smirked, then slapped her ass again, only harder. She gasped trying to wedge her wrists from his clutch. That only made him angrier, and the slaps to ass came faster and harder. SLAP!

"AHHHH!"

SLAP!

"PLEASE, S-STOP!"

SLAP!

"NO!" She cried. Her knees buckled as she shook her head rapidly. The hot tears fell onto her breast.

"STOOOP! IT HURTS!" She sobbed. He gave her one last slap. Her begging and pleading hardened his dick quite nicely. He unzipped his pants, letting his immense cock out of his pants. The girl leaned against the tree feebly, her wrist still held by his strong hand. With out warning, he pushed every inch of his self into her. Her face twisted from the pain that was laced with inexplicable pleasure. He sucked in the crisp air through his clenched teeth. Her tight pussy nearly squeezed his dick off. He snaked his free arm around her waist and held her in place firmly. He thrust into her slow but hard, punishing her body with his dick. 

"Oh, Ahhh! AHHH!" She yelped, she felt his dick digging out her cervix. She leaned her cheek against the tree, trying to handle him the best way she could. He shoved his hips harder unto her lean ass faster, nearly breaking her to pieces. He rode her faster, getting off to the,

"PLEASE!" and the "OH MY GOD's" and the 

"I CAN'T TAKE IT! I CAAAN'T!" She sobbed. He just laughed, still abusing her frail body.

"You asked for it slut. Now you get all of it." He gritted. He felt her body heat up and spasm from possibly the most painful orgasm she ever had. 

"That's right, little bitch cum. It'll be the last thing you do." He hissed. She was to out of it to really register what he said. As the slapping of their hips grew louder, her eyes rolled to the back of head. Clenching her hands closed so tight her fingernails dug into the palm of her hands, tearing at her flesh.

"OH FUCK! FUUUUUCK!" She shrieked, as if she were being murdered. He allowed his self to cum quick, so he could get to the grand finally. Holding his self inside of her for a second longer, he crept his hands to her neck, letting go of her wrists. He pulled her against him, gently caressing her neck and giving it small pecks with his warm lips. She groaned weakly then built up the strength to whisper

"My god, I don't think...anyone's ever, fucked me like that before." Camron burst into a hearty laughter, then kissed her ear lobe. 

"And no one ever will." He snarled. He clapped his hand over her mouth then swiftly snatched her head to the side. He snapped her neck effortlessly and her body went limp. He held her up in his arms and turned her around. She hung over his forearm like a coat, her eyes wide and lifeless. His lips curled into a grin of pure suffice. He kissed her rosy lips and let her lifeless body collapsed onto the rotting leaves. 

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The rain started pouring and the clouds darkened. Camron leaned up against the brick wall, taking one last drag of his limp cigarette. He blew the smoke through his nostrils then threw the butt of the cancer stick onto the concrete. He looked at his watch, it read 10:22 PM. He was waiting for Violet to leave her job for almost an hour now. But he was patient. It wasn't the first time he waited for her on one of her late night shifts. The first few times he came there, he didn't know exactly why he wasted his time. He could've been at home, having his way with that cute redhead Abigail Gasby until he grew tired of her. But instead, he just let her go after the little skank sucked him off of few good times. That wasn't like him. He'd normally toy with her. Play sick mind games while getting off to her begging him for mercy. He hadn't had a real victim since he got out, only that Meth addict from the club. Even that didn't really count for nothing. It took him a while to realize the source of his problem. He wanted something new, something exotic and idiosyncratic. He wasn't aware of his desire for Violet Sylvermen, until later on. Her wide hips followed by that round ass that gracefully swayed as she walked. It took everything in his power to keep him from taking her right there in her office yesterday. But he had to take things slow, wait for the right time. And that time was now. He watched her exit the building from across the street. She ran into the pouring rain holding a soggy newspaper above her head. He had planned out the entire scenario. Catch her alone and take her. Sounded simple enough, until her fiancé Lucas came running towards her with an umbrella. He smiled and pulled her into his arms. Beaming back up at him, she greeted him with a kiss and a thank you. They walked down the wet streets arm in arm under the giant umbrella. He followed them, staying out of sight as he watched the happy couple frolic in the rain carelessly. Some where in the pit of his stomach hid a growing surge of jealously. Which was a very odd feeling for him to feel. He never had a reason to envy any man especially a nerdy looking fag like Lucas. But as he continued to follow them both, watching Lucas's hands grope areas on her body that he craved to take for himself, his rage slowly grew.

"Mother Fucker." He growled to his self. He started to turn back. "Come back for her another day." He thought at first. But he grinned to himself. Perhaps he can use the presence of this pest to his advantage. Show him how a real man handles a woman like Violet. 

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"Congratulations on winning the Vandergild case." Lucas kissed Violet on her cheek. She blushed. 

"Thank you baby." They toasted their glasses of red wine. They sat on the sofa by the fireplace snuggling closely together. Things were looking up again and Violet won yet another case. 

"I don't know how you do it baby. You seem to be on fire. I'm so proud of you." He kissed her lips passionately. 

"Mmm." She purred at the feel of his soft lips. 

"How about you show me how proud you are of me." She winked. Getting up from the sofa, she slowly made her way to the bedroom. She peeped at him over her shoulder waving her ass from side to side, hypnotizing him with her curvy hips. He watched her anxiously. What a tease she was, but he loved it. He loved her. She disappeared into the bedroom, slipping out of her sleek little black dress. 

"You coming or what?" She called out to him playfully. Lucas took in the last gulp of wine and quickly jumped out of his seat. He started to head for the bedroom but was stopped by a sudden knock at the door. He whirled around and looked at the door, praying that it was a figment of his imagination. The door knocked again. 

"Damn! Fuckin' cock block." He hissed. He stomped towards the door. 

"Who?" He answered. Nothing answered, except another knock at the door.

"What...I said who is it?" He asked again, loosing his patience. He could be in the bedroom making love to his beautiful fiancé, and yet here he was messing around with the idiot on the other side of the door. The person knocked again. 

"God damn it." He unlocked the door and yanked it open.

"Look man stop playin-" His words were cut short by the bolder of fist that collided with his face. His nose broke with a loud CRACK and he went crashing to the ground. Camron closed the door quietly as he made sure Lucas was unconscious. He laid there showing no signs of consciousness. Camron smirked to his self.

"Pussy." 

"Baby! What's taking you so long?" Violet called out to the unaware Lucas. Camron followed her voice into the bedroom, where she laid on the bed in a pair of croutchless panties and a lace bra. Her eyes were closed as her fingers softly massaged her swollen clit. She licked her lips and moaned at the feeling of her soft fingers manipulating her body to a small orgasm. Camron watched her in silence. Who would've known such an uptight little thing like her actually gave her nerd boyfriend such a sexy show. Her fingers circled around clit faster. 

"Lucas, hurry up!" She moaned.

"Keep your eyes closed." Camron tried to disguise his voice. He didn't do a very good job, but Violet was to preoccupied to notice. She did as she was told, closing her eyes tighter. He looked around for something to blindfold her with. He took a bandana from off her dresser.

"Keep them closed." He repeated as he quietly tied it over her eyes. He scanned her trembling body, watching her fingers work on her clit. 

"That's right baby, make yourself cum." She didn't know what was different about Lucas's voice, but it was driving her insane. She groaned deeply, pushing two fingers inside of her sopping wet pussy. 




Blood Lust



"Mmmm, f-f-fuck." She stammered. She grabbed one of her breast, squeezing them firmly. He made his way to the foot of the bed, crawling unto the bed slowly until his face met her pussy. 

"Shit." She hissed, his hot breath tingling her throbbing clit. He stroked his long tongue on the pouty lips of her pussy. Tasting the sweetness of her juices. She gasped, both in shock and ecstasy. Lucas never, ever in all their years together ate her out. She thought about it, wanted it, even begged for it. But never got it. Camron then lick her fingers that motioned in and out of her pussy. Getting annoyed with her hand blocking the way, he slapped it away so he could finish the job his self. 

"Ow." She whined. She started to take the blindfold off. With cat like reflexes both his hands snatched her wrist, holding them down on the bed steadily. She squirmed. 

"Ow, Lucas, what the h-Heeellll. Oh god!" His tongue licked at her clit. That one lick nearly drove her off the edge. She lifted her hips off the bed. Rolling his thick tongue from the back to the front, then to the back again. He battered her clit with his tongue, faster, harder, until she barely could even speak proper English anymore.

"Fuuuck, omygod..shit....Ga- god!." She crammed every word together, barely making a sentence that made any sense. He nibbled on her sensitive clit, moaning into her pussy sending tantalizing vibrations through her. Her thighs shook violently along with her bucking hips. Beads of sweat covered her shivering body as she laid there wallowing in her bliss. He swallowed every drop of her, it had been a while since he ate a good pussy. He crawled off the bed. 

"Enjoyed yourself?" he asked. Violet smiled, still breathing heavily, as she took the bandana off her eyes.

"Wow Lucas, you- Oh my God!" She scrambled off the bed onto her feet. 

"You don't seem all that happy to see me." Camron joked. She glared at him horrified by his presence. She grabbed the comforter to her king sized bed to cover her exposed body. 

"No need to do that baby, I already seen everything." He shrugged.

She backed away from him, stumbling on the bed sheets trying to get through the door.

"Lucas! Lucas!!!" She cried. She ran into the living room to find him sprawled out on the floor bleeding from the nose. 

"Oh my God, Lucas." She knelt beside him and took him in her arms.

"Lucas, baby. Say something. Wake up!" She wailed, shaking him. It was no use, he was out like a light. She sprung from the floor, trying to get to the house phone on the coffee table. Camron grabbed her from behind clapping something over her mouth and nose. A sweet scent filled her nostrils and she fainted onto the floor next to her beloved. 

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Violet slowly opened her eyes to blurred vision. She blinked repeatedly, trying to restore her sight. After blinking and shaking her head numerous times, her vision finally came to. Her eyes darted around her unfamiliar surroundings. The room was dark and damp. Cluttered with rusty chains, leather restraints, black candles and other things that petrified her. She grimaced at the throbbing ache in her arms that were chained to the ceiling above her head, her feet barely touching the ground. She grunted at the sharp pain coming from her nipples due to the tight rubber clamps clasped on them. She was stripped of the little bit of clothing she had on earlier. Hanging from the ceiling of this strange place that seemed to be a large basement. Her breaths were quick and hollow. Trembling from the artic draft that flowed through the room. 

"Vy?! Violet, are you ok?" She lifted her hanging head to see Lucas bound to a chair in front of her. His face was bruised and painted with his own blood. 

"Lucas...oh god, what happened to you? Where the fuck are we?" She cried hoarsely.

"Oh good, you two are both awake." Camron strolled down a series of steps, approaching the fear stricken couple. He was topless, exposing his mammoth like build. He grinned at Violet, enjoying the vulnerability of her current situation. 

"Damn baby, I have to say. I love seeing you like this." He pressed his bare chest against her breast, painfully grazing her sore nipples. He stared into her wide teary eyes as she attempted to wiggle herself away from him. She swung back and forth gracefully. 

"Please, let us go. Please. We won't tell the cops or anything, just let us go." She begged. His face remained immune to emotion. Running his hands down her curvaceous body, he groped her ass.

"Get your fucking hands off her! Don't touch her!" Lucas roared. Camron glared at him over is broad shoulder smiling. Letting those enormous hands violate his humiliated fiancé. He taunted him, squeezing her ass and giving it an occasional slap. Violet tightly clenched her jaw closed as the tears fell from her pleading brown eyes. He licked the tears from off the side of her face while exploring her body. She felt way better then he imagined. Soft brown skin, tender and firm. His dick hardened just from the feel of her. That was a first; usually it took the tortured screams and wails of a woman to get him hard. She jerked her face away from his licking tongue sobbing. 

"Stop." She whimpered. But he didn't. Instead he whispered in her ear.

"You owe me, for earlier." He went to grab a near by chair. 

"I'll kill you if you hurt her! I'll fucking kill you!" Lucas yelled. Camron stopped in his tracks to cut his gray eyes at Lucas. If looks could kill, Lucas would be a dead man. Abruptly, his heavy boot descended upon Lucas's already battered face, nearly breaking his jaw. Violet screamed as if she could feel her lover's pain. Camron lowered himself until he and Lucas were eye to eye. 

"You're in no position to make threats." He said grimly. He sat the chair adjacent from the fading Lucas then gave his face a quick tap.

"Stay with me, now. Or you'll miss the show." He snickered.

"Stop! Don't hurt him please. Camron, please! What is it that you want!?" Violet cried. He stood before her again, bringing his hands up to the cuffs and chains that held her arms in their position. 

"I want you little girl." He unlocked the chains, letting her fall to the floor. She tried to bring herself to her feet but Camron hands had already cuffed her hands behind her back. He held her against the floor for a moment then walked to the empty chair, dragging her with him. The cold harsh cement floor scrapped at her skin. She kicked and sprawled her legs in every direction. He sat in the chair with a sigh, yanking her over and over until she was kneeling before him. Her wild hair cascaded around her shoulders. She looked up at him fearfully. 

"Now," He grabbed her hair on the back of her head and unzipped his pants. Pulling out his lengthy cock.

"As I said, you owe me." Violet looked at his hardened member as if it were a loaded gun aiming for her head. 

"No, no! NO!" She protested shaking her head. 

"You sick white mother fucker you!" Lucas hollered. Camron rolled his eyes and pulled out a 9mm that was tuck in the back of his pants.

"Listen faggot, one more word out of you and I'll blow your fucking head off." He threatened. Violet wept bitterly. Camron looked at her.

"How about it baby? Want to see your little boyfriend's head get blown the fuck off?" He chuckled. 

"No! No don't, I'll do what ever you want." She pleaded. He smiled brightly, still holding her hair tenaciously. He nudged her face with the gun.

"Then put those pretty lips to work." He ordered. She swallowed hard as she stared at the monstrosity that was his manhood. With the tears stinging her eyes she reluctantly licked the shaft of his dick from the base to the tip of the head. He watched her give his dick small quick licks as if trying to avoid the act all together. Camron turned her hair loose to slap her across the face sharply.

"Stop fucking around, and do it right." He growled. She kept her eyes close, trying to banish her self somewhere more pleasant. Trying not to anger him any further she built the courage to bring half of his length into her mouth. Slowly bobbing her head she fought hard not to gag.

"Fuck." He muttered. Her tongue swiveled up and down the shaft. He gave her another slap to the face. Her body tensed. 

"You look me in the eyes when you're sucking me off." He snarled. Painfully she opened her eyes locking them with his, still keeping her head in motion. He looked down at her, watching his throbbing white cock disappear into her pouty brown lips. He grabbed her hair again, guiding her head to move faster on his dick. He grunted through gritted teeth. Violet never felt so dirty in her life. The utter shame that over whelmed her fueled her tears. But the worst part of it all was the moistened heat radiating from her pussy. She wanted to deny that she was enjoying this. But her body said otherwise. Her fiancé turned away, his rage and helplessness eating away at him slowly. Camron let out a long groan, he grabbed her hair and pulled her mouth from his dick.  

"That's good enough." He said breathlessly. He dragged her to the bed by the hair with her kicking and screaming from the pain. He picked her up and threw her on the bed. He tied her wrist and ankles to each bedpost, spreading her legs wide. He then went over to Lucas and grabbed the back of his seat, dragging the chair beside the bed. Violet looked at Lucas weakly. 

"I'm sorry." She sobbed. Lucas stayed silent. He didn't want to, but he hated her for what she just did. It wasn't like she could help it, but he still felt it. 

"Your girlfriend sure do know how to suck a dick." He grinned as he crawled between her spread legs. Taking in the sight of her exposed body squirming beneath him. He removed the nipple clamps from her tender nipples. 

"Don't do this. Please, don't." She beseeched. 

"Not so high and mighty now, huh?" He sneered. He groped her pussy and was a little shocked by how drenched she was. Dipping two long thick fingers in her pussy, he curled his fingers inside her. Her hips twisted and jerked. 

"Sstop. I don't want it!" She groaned still rocking her hips to correspond to the motion of his fingers. 

"You don't want it." He mimicked evilly. He pulled his fingers out of her and crammed them in her mouth. 

"Taste that?" He growled. She jerked her head from side to side, feeling the taste of her own juices seeping down her throat. 

"Lying slut." He slurred while undoing his pants and kicking them off. 

"Watch and learn boy." He said to Lucas. He rubbed the shaft of his dick on her throbbing clit, motioning his hips up and down. Lucas felt the life with in him slowly writher away. He watched Violet's hips move against Camron's stiffened dick. 

"How does that feel, little girl." He asked her huskily. She moaned in response, arching her back off the bed. Camron laughed. 

"That's what I thought." He pushed the head of his dick against the entrance of her tight pussy. Her body jolted away from him in attempt to keep him from penetrating her. But her actions were done in vain. He thrust into her, filling her hot pussy. Violet gasped, her face twisted from the pain of his dick ripping her apart. He managed to get his entire length inside her. Clearly her boyfriend wasn't packing as much heat as he was. He thrust into harder, viciously pounding a tortured scream out of her. His heavy body kept its strong and sturdy rhythm as he continued to beat her swollen pussy. He quickened the pace, the banging of the headboard got louder as he fucked her with more vigor. She wanted to run, she didn't know how much more brutality her body could take. Shutting her eyes, she tried to fight the building urges. The pain laced with pleasure so intense that her morality gradually faded. Her screams grew louder. Panting, sobbing and groaning with every thrust that brought her to her orgasm. Lucas tortured his self by not taking his eyes off them. He watched the woman he loved cum for another man. It seemed so surreal. She was always faithful. She never looked at another man and now here she was accepting some serial rapist into her. Camron grabbed her chin, holding it steady so she looked him in the eyes. 

"Who fucks you better?" He growled. She shook her head, ignoring his question with tears flowing from her eyes. He jerked her head forward by the jaw as a second warning. 

"I said, who fucks you better?" He repeated wickedly. Violet sniffled.

"You do." She whispered. Lucas heart shattered into a thousand pieces. 

"I'm sorry I didn't catch that." He pounded into her harder. She yelped in response.

"You do!" She sobbed.

"I what?" He hissed. She looked him directly in the eyes. 

"You fuck me better! Youfuckmebetter!" she groaned. He grinned devilishly then turned her face in Lucas's direction. He lowered his lips to her ear while looking into Lucas's eyes as he ravaged his girl. 

"Now tell him." He whispered. She closed her watery eyes and shook her head.

"No, I can't." She cried. He pumped his hips into hers harder. 

"You look him in the eyes and tell him, slut. Who fucks you better." He demanded. She glared at Lucas with the look of lust, pain, guilt and shame plastered on her face.

"He fucks me better." She whimpered. It wouldn't have hurt as much if what she was saying weren't true. Camron smiled triumphantly as he made her face him once more. Still riding her roughly he watch her moan. He was owning her. Every bit of her was his. Fuck that whole fiancé title, she belonged to him now. And he wanted her to know it.

"And who do you belong to?" His gray eyes penetrating her soul. With out hesitation she groaned.

"You." 

"Who?" He grunted, he fought hard not to let up. She was so tight and wet, he could barely push all of himself inside her.

"You! Fuck! I'm yours! I'm yours!" She screamed. Camron grinned at the disgraced Lucas as he licked her erect nipple. He watched her grit her teeth as her chest heaved. Her eyes rolled backwards as the muscles in her body began to spasm. She screamed until her throat went dry as her body shook violently beneath him.

"Oh god! OHGOD! Fuuuuuuck!" Her body gave in to its explosive orgasm, leaving her laying there in a daze. Her vision blurred. Camron still thrusting into her flaccid body came hard.

"Shit. Damn it." He growled. His hips tweaked as his thrusting slowed, riding the last few waves of his orgasm. He fell onto her sweat-covered body, feeling the heat from her body cover him. He gazed into those distant eyes.

"I hope you know, I'm no where near finished with you." He said menacingly. He lifted his self from her. Rolling his head in a circular motion, he massaged the back of his neck. He turned to Lucas with a playful grin.

"Damn, what a fuck." He laughed. Lucas just sat there gently rocking him self in the chair. He felt a piece of him die tonight and the remains of his self was now festering in the pit of his stomach. Camron strolled over to him and laid a heavy hand on his shoulder.

"That's how it's done." He patted his shoulder and left the two of them alone in the dark.