0 comments/  23563 views/  7 favorites

Sex, Violence, & Vampires Ch. 01

By: CrimsonKing



A cigarette hanged from between the thin lips of the boy called Hate. Those glowing embers did nothing to light the room, and the glow only partially illuminated his sharp, hawk-like face.

His dark brown eyes scanned the room slowly, and a small smile raised on the corner of his lips. Though the room was hardly lit at all, he could see it perfectly. Just chalk it up as another aspect of Hate's amazing and awesome supernatural power.

The room reeked of sex and death. The sex was not Hate's work, but oh, the death was. And although Hate enjoyed sex, his true love, his true passion was death. Causing it, of course, but also drawing himself into environments where he might one day experience it.

That was where he believed his life had led. Commanding such power at his fingertips had lead him to believe he was invincible, and it was nearly true. Hate was a king, and the entire world was his domain. His atrocities against humanity gave him moments of pleasure in a lifetime of self-inflicted suffering.

There was more to it then just that, though. He was making waves. Small ripples created in the world by the mayhem Hate caused would eventually bring him to the attention of someone powerful.

And that was what he wanted, really. A climatic battle to end his life or the life of the "hero" he knew must exist to oppose him. Either way it would be something interesting, something new.

He reached up, taking the edge of his cigarette between two fingers and flicking it forward. It landed in a pool of blood and fizzled out. That small source of light faded from the room, and with it went Hate.

Notch up another two kills on the proverbial belt, he thought to himself as he faded from this room and to some other destination, in what his mind vaguely registered as shadowrealm. Something would happen soon, he could feel it. If it didn't, at least he had made some more memories, and the night was still young. More memories would grow for Hate, and more lives would end or be destroyed in some other way.

Evil was on the prowl.

* * * * *

Day had some to Southton, and Hate slept. Other things slept in the daytime also. Jack and his men had slunk back to their graves, and were now all safely laying deep down in their coffins, six feet deep or more.

Southton was an interesting place, to say the least. Something there acted like a beacon to the unnatural and the supernatural, and whether they knew it or not, many were slowly attracted here.

The incoming Hate was a rarity, but vampires had existed here nearly since the towns founding. Jack and his coterie where just the latest in a long line of immortals to take control of the city, at least the supernatural part of it.

Of course, by controlling the supernatural, one also gained a bit of control over the city itself, for by now it had become intertwined, though your average citizen knew nothing about it, accept for an occasional feeling the something just wasn't right.

As the last rays of sunlight disappeared from the cemetery grounds, a low rumbling took place in the Earth beneath. A bird would cock it's head in that direction, and a few others, more near to the graves, would burst into flight for a more stable area. Moments after the noise had, a human hand was seen to punch through the ground, just before a marker engraved with the name "Drake - 1979-1998." Another came after it, and a body was slowly being pulled upwards from the ground.

All around this center tomb the event was being mirrored, and five other sets of hands burst free, pulling themselves from the ground. This was a nightly event, and it never changed, for even though they were possessed with an amazing power, the vampires of Southton had to dig themselves up from their eternal resting places every evening.

The reason for this was unknown to both Jack and his men, as it was to those who had come before them, and presumably all the way back to whoever, or whatever had started their species.

In any case, it had long ceased to interest the undead. Though they had only been dead for four years, they were mostly uninterested in the reasons for their condition, and instead sought to enjoy it and do their duty.

As usual, Jack was the first to drag himself up from the cold ground, already leaning back against his grave stone and dusting the dirt from his clothing, a pair of jeans a t-shirt he had been wearing for a week. They were not dirty though. All things sprung from the grave anew, they had found, whether it was direly wounded flesh or the light cloth that covered it.

Tongue slowly pushed it's way out from his lips, a slow smile raising upon them as they were licked. Elbows placed on his grave stone, head tilted back slightly to look at the evening sky, the last rays of the sun having already disappeared from this part of Earth. "Another day, another dollar," he muttered to himself, although it was not day, and it was doubtful if a dollar would be earned.

Another burst of dirt came from the ground next to him, followed by several more, and soon five more bodies were tearing up from the dirt into the warm Summer air. Dark brown gaze move to the scenes of nightly rebirth, smile growing as his friends, and a lover, joined him.

Angela raised from the ground and came into a standing position next to Jack, her small, angular face tilted slightly towards him, rose-colored lips and pale complexion set in a look of question, as always. Jack knew, as he always did, what the question was, and so he answered, bringing his lips to her's and pressing them gently together.

Her small breasts raised up in a pleased sigh and long fingered hands daintily raised upward to him, resting just barely on bare arms. Jack slowly pulled back with a grin over his face, watching his angelic Angela, ivory face portraited by thin lines of near-white blonde hair.

"My love," he said softly, and there was no more, for he found all he needed to say in those simple words. Her firm chin rose in acknowledgment of his sentiment, and rather then speak the words herself, she stepped into his arms, head resting against lean chest, her arms dropping from his and closing around his waist.

Not every awakening was quite so beautiful. Four graves were opening now at almost the exact same time, though very different people crawled out from them. 

From the grave furthest back came Tom, a short vampire who unlike most of his compatriots in the world was a bit fat, though to his credit, at his death his arms were well muscled and his body had began to slender.

On either side and in front of Tom came the twins, Michael and Gabriel, named for angels and in many aspects living up to the legends, finely sculptured features on pale faces, thin blonde hair falling around Gabriel's face, Michael's locks pulled into a pony tail that rested idly on one shoulder. They looked a bit like Angela, and she was their slightly younger sister, born a year behind.

And then from a grave in the center of them all, with a slight pause for a dramatic entrance, came Khala. She did not crawl from the ground so much as she floated from it, expending a small amount of that unnatural power they all claimed all in the name of effect.

She was beautiful, but not in the manner of Angela. No, her's was a more volatile and obvious attraction, a glimpse of her causing an immediate raise of lust in the hearts of any who looked to her. And just as Angela was Jack's, she was the other dead boy's love, and they were her's. The love and lust shared between them a pure and odd thing, no selfishness in sharing between one another, though they would be reviled at the thought of adding another to their group dynamic. Emotionally, at least.

As was said, Khala was a beauty. Unlike the thin, sharp features of Angela, Khala was more soft and cute, with full, dark lips, a tan complexion, and midnight black hair worn to her shoulders. Emerald green eyes peered out with amusement at her three most important companions, the twins and Tom, who were all dressed in the same apparel as Jack, t-shirts and jeans.

She was dressed less conservatively. She wore the sheerest of gowns to sleep, a flimsy garment made of a thin fabric, the outlines of her firm, rounded breasts very evident, the tightened tips of her areolas making clear points. The gown was raised slightly from her flat stomach, but again touched flesh between the desired area between her thighs, the dark patch of trimmed pubic hair visible as well.

Immediately her wrists were grasped by Mike and Gabe who flanked her at either side, brought to their hungry mouths were elongated canines pierced flesh with a pleasurable ease, her blood being brought to their lapping tongues.

Her head tilted back slightly and lips parted in the softest of moans, and now Tom stepped behind her, his hands pressing gently against her belly, but moving up rather quickly to the bottom curves of her breasts, finger-tips creeping up until he cupped them completely, squeezing firmly as he brought his own mouth to Khala's neck,

"Mmgood," Khala whispered as three sets of mouths sucked her essence so pleasantly, her hips beginning to writhe in slow, subtle circles. More hands moved to her, the twins, each lifting the bottom of her gown, grasping palms moving along the smooth, dark flesh of her thighs, until they both teased the moistening lips between them.

Jack's arms had crossed firmly over his lean chest, looking at the foursome with a bit of annoyance in dark brown eyes. Lips had opened just barely to chastise them, but Angela lifted one delicate finger and placed it on his lips. "Let them, my love. Bad times are coming, I think. Let them enjoy the peace."

Jack gave her a questioning look. "If bad times are coming, babe, then we need to prepare, not screw each other on graves like a bunch of vampire-wannabes. We're real vampires, damnit!"

A short, musical giggle passed her lips. She took a step back from Jack and hopped up slightly on someone else's tombstone, her small frame easily supported. Lily white legs spread wide open in front of her lover, the flower-print skirt that had covered her lower extremities revealing the smooth slit of her sex. "You don't want to screw me on a grave?" She asked sweetly, head tilting slightly, those pale sky colored eyes giving him that questionable glance.

Jack sighed. It was hard to give a good example to his little crew when he behaved almost as badly as them, but this was an offer few could refuse, least of all him. He nodded, and raised a hand to run back through earthen colored hair, closing the distance between them as his fingers opened up his belt and began to unzip.

He was before her now, his member sprung to life in his own hand, the thick curve of it leading up to her pussy, his throbbing head pressing just barely against her. He rubbed it against her lips, and her head tilted back, bottom lip bit firmly, her hand sliding down and fingers closing around his member. "I love you," she said.

A few feet away things were progressing nicely, as they always did, unless Jack intervened. Positions of the boy's changed, but for Khala, it was the same, and she could say she never tired of it. Later in the evening her body might be twisted and turned in a variety of ways, but for the first time of the night, she enjoyed the predictability.

"Ohhhhh," she simply stated as her body slowly impaled itself on Tom's rigid cock. Her pussy engulfed his swollen shaft inch by inch, soaking wet now, and nicely tight around his tool. Her eyes had shut as she just enjoyed the sensation of pleasure running through her, and then abruptly opened as Mike's member smacked her deliberately hard across the face.

"Suck it," he requested.

"Uh huh," she obliged breathlessly, full, soft lips closing around the mushroom cock-head placed in front of her. Firmed tongue ran circles around it as her mouth filled with saliva, sucking tightly on him. He shut his eyes now and let out his own moan, hand placing softly atop her head.

Khala's hips finally lowered completely on Tom's dick, and she held herself there, enjoying the feeling of being filled up with thick meat in her cunt, and savoring the taste of the cock just barely penetrating her lips.

Two palms smacked firmly on her ass, causing her head to jump slightly, several more inches of Mike's cock pushing between grasping lips. Her cheeks were being spread, and then she felt her final lover's cock push against her. It was slicked up by something and was now pressing rather brutally against her ass.

She wiggled it in anticipation and Gabriel was happy to give her what she wanted. The most brutal of the three, he wasted no time in slamming his cock into her ass, filling her up the entire way.

A muffled scream of painful pleasure filled Khala's mouth, vibrating the member lodged in her mouth. It was all Michael could take. Hand's grasped the sides of her head and he pumped his cock into her sucking mouth, riding her face now. 

From beneath her Tom began a slow rise and fall, her hips lifting along with his as his shaft was thrust further inside her tightened walls. Her body relaxed, and she simply allowed herself to be fucked by the three men, bolts of pleasure traveling from all over her body towards her brain. Soon the groans of the four filled the relative silence of the graveyard; the hot sucking noises of Khala's mouth, the firm, regular slapping of Tom's body against hers, and the aggravated grunts and slams from Gabriel's back-door assault.

Ahead of them Jack had entered the warm cavern of Angela's sex. Thick, curved member was continually thrusting into her, and the pace which had begun slow and steady was still steady, but becoming more and more rapid.

Thin, milky white legs were wrapped around Jack's bare waist, his jeans now bunched around his ankles, shirt raised up slightly. His eyes were closed and his breathing shallow, growing ever closer to the impending explosion of pleasure. Angela's head was pressed into his shoulder, teeth biting at his collar-bone through his clothing. Her own shirt had been pulled up hastily, one small tit squeezed tightly in his hand. From between his fingers her breast was exposed, the soft flesh squeezed red by the pressure, her nipple rubbing into his palm.

Everything was so perfect for Jack at this very moment. Then something changed. Though his eyes were closed he was suddenly granted vision, but he knew at once it was not his own.

He was witnessing a sex-scene very different from the one he was currently enjoying, different still from the one the rest of his coterie was enjoying a few feet away. Sweat was pouring from this body, and pouring as well from the girl bent over a toilet before it.

He noticed the details about the girl first. Dirty blonde hair was grasped tightly by the other's hand, her neck pulled back at an extreme angle, but she seemed to be enjoying it, encouraging, nasty shouts pouring from her unseen lips.

She still wore her shirt, tight over full-figured form, one nicely wide hip clutched in the other hand of whomever's eyes it was Jack was seeing through.

"Fuck!" Jack cried out and heard as two mutual orgasms begun. Jack felt Angela's pussy tighten around him and her hips raise off the tombstone as she came as well, his thick seed pumping into her belly. He watched as the girl in his vision twisted and slammed her cunt back on the invading cock.

And then something completely unexpected happened. As his cock continued to spasm inside Angela's wonderfully enclosing walls, the vision girl's head was snapped forward, her nose busting open on the top of the toilet, splattering blood over the white porcelain.

Just as his own orgasm finally wound down, the girl slumped to the ground before the toilet. She was still breathing, Jack noted dully, and the vision began to fade. The last thing Jack saw was a mirror, and the reflection of the man whom he was linked with. Black hair, a thin, grinning smile, and impossibly dark eyes. Then it was over.

In reality, his eyes opened, staring into the pale blues of Angela. She was breathing heavily, recovering from the mutual orgasm, and the look in Jack's eyes, coupled with his slightly gaping mouth, was some cause for alarm. "What's wrong, baby?"

He was silent for a moment. "You're right, Angela."

"About what?"

"Bad times are coming," he said with a sigh.

Of course, not everyone currently recognized that, least of all the foursome. Khala had moved now to leaning back against her very own grave-marker, three sets of balls emptying out their impressive loads across her beautiful face. Eyes were tightly shut, and she writhed on the dirt, absolutely in rapture at the warm, sticky spurts of cum that were coating her face and full breasts.

As their barrage ended, she rolled away slightly, lying on her back and swallowing the tart sperm that had found her tongue, and flicking her tongue out to catch the three distinct tastes that had shot across her lips, chin, and cheeks. The boys lowered themselves to the ground too, resting for the days duties.

Jack sighed long and hard watching this, turning again to face Angela. "I'm not sure we have the best crew to handle trouble, either."

She gave a thin-lipped smile, and nodded, resting her head once again on his shoulders. Things were going to get very troubling very soon.

(Part 2 Coming Soon! I super-enjoy getting comments, so send them whether they are positive or negative! I don't help the internet community masturbate for nothing, ya know! )

Sex, Violence, & Vampires Ch. 02



As the blonde's girl slowly came to on the dirty bathroom floor, Hate continued to stare in the mirror, though the presence he had felt moments ago had vanished. It was not something the boy had enjoyed at all. It wasn't anything completely new, however. He had felt it once before in a powerful woman who he had believed might be his undoing, but in the end she had been seduced by his power, and destroyed by it.

His impossibly wide grin remained on his face for several moments as he just stared at his reflection in the mirror. My, what a handsome lad! He thought with enthusiasm, and it was true. His good looks got him places where sheer power would prove more difficult, and attention attraction.

Not that he used looks alone to ever cause his devastation. Hate had a code, although it was a rather peculiar honor he carried in his heart. Everyone he killed or tortured came to him willingly, throughout a barrage of warnings. He felt these warnings necessary, like the colorings of a snake or predatory insect.

Some were in his appearance. His hair was jet black, unnaturally so, and handsome face was almost always grinning madly or scowling with pure anger. There were more obvious signs as well. His lean, cut chest was decorated by a variety of tattoos, all done in black ink on his pale skin. The largest was the word HATE on his pecs, in Old English letters, like a gangster.

On his right bicep was an Iron Cross, a less obvious symbol of Nazi tyranny, and one of the many symbols of hatred he kept on himself. A more comical piece was the Decipticon symbol from the TV show Transformers. Hate always had something for TV and movie villains. Other works were displayed on his body, and the should've kept anyone with common sense out of his path. They didn't, though.

The last of his warnings came verbally. Often he let anyone who lingered in his vicinity that he just might kill them, and often this came true.

"Why did you do that?" Came a small, slightly scared, but still lusty voice from behind the man. He turned around and leaned against the sink. The girl was propped up on her palms, her shirt still yanked up over her ample breasts, the milky white globes adorned with several small punctures from Hate's slightly sharpened finger-nails. Her legs were askew and a small bit of his semen was leaking from her abused pussy, pooling on the tile.

"I told you I would hurt you, you dumb slut," he hissed, anger bubbling out from him. She recoiled slightly at his words, but then just smiled to him. Hate knew she liked it. So many did. Not everyone of course, not by any means. Anyone who stuck around him was obviously a glutton for pain, though. 

"I want some more," she moaned, her hips wriggling even as blood poured down her nose and past her lips.

"I am certain you do, you dizzy cunt, but I'm tired of you already." He paused, staring down at her. He was quickly deciding whether or not to kill her. He decided against it. He wasn't quite sure he wanted to leave too many bodies his first few days in Southton. His powers were great, but not limitless, and too much attention could bring his undoing before he wished. "Sleep," he said with conviction, and she did so.

Hate was tired of her, indeed, but not at all tired of sex. He required much more to satisfy what were becoming nightly urges. The bare-chested youth pushed out the door of the bathroom with a slight sigh, then stopped dead in his tracks, almost wincing.

He should've noticed the other presences enter the bar, but he had been too caught up in the damn intrusion and ravaging the girl. Before him now were four large, burly biker-types; two at the bar, one holding a pool stick and against a wall, and another leaning down, in the middle of a shot.

For a moment, they all just stared at each other. Although they were both outsiders to mainstream society, dirty, and tattooed, they were also natural enemies. Unlike the forces of good, which tend to work together save for extreme coincidences, evil is always at odds with itself. Not to mention that this overweight, over-muscled bikers had a great deal of disdain for lean, mean Hate.

The one leaning over the pool table moved into a standing position, dark eyes staring from above a untamed, red beard. "Who the hell are you?" He asked gruffly, and somewhat angrily.

Hate smirked, side-stepped the bathroom door, and leaned back. "Name is Hate. Might I have the pleasure of learning your's?"

"Fuck no, you little shit," spoke one at the bar.

The red-bearded leader paid no attention to the question at all. "What did you do with Marlene?"

"The slut behind the bar? I had my way with her in the bathroom. She is still back there, but I'm afraid her pussy will never be the same," he said with a slight cackle.

Redbeard was pissed. Though he wouldn't call Marlene "his", exactly, he had fucked her before, and now this little punk was on his territory, fucking somebody he knew. Hand slipped into a pocket, and retrieved a switchblade, unleashing the steel immediately. "Kill this little puke."

Hate sighed. Looked like he should've gone ahead and killed the girl after-all. A blood trail was inevitable at this point. "I wish you boy's could've played nice, but..." he trailed off, and remained leaning against the wall as the biker from the bar and the other from the pool table advanced on him.

The one from the bar reached his destiny first. He swung one meaty fist towards Hate's skull. With little movement, Hate moved forward, inside the arc of the strike, and brought his own hand forward, fingers splayed, and shoved the middle and index into the eye socket's of the unfortunate man.

"Got your eyes, fucker!" Hate shouted with childish glee as he retracted his hand, goop running down his finger tips and over his knuckles. The victim sunk to the ground with a ragged scream, hands slapping to his face and covering his now blind holes.

At this very moment a pool-stick was making it's way toward's Hate. His super-sensory abilities relayed this information to him, and his left hand shot up and caught it immediately with no resistance, as a catcher's mitt would catch a leisurely tossed ball.

"Ah ah ah," Hate said with a leisurely grin spreading across thin, diabolical lips. "My face is too pretty to be destroyed by you." Fingers tightened around the staff, and the simply application of pressure by his thumb snapped it like a twig. The top half dropped towards the ground, and Hate caught it in his free hand, then rather swiftly drove the torn end into the heart of his second attacker, who didn't have a chance to respond to any of Hate's razor-quick reactions.

Hate's blood was being filled with a pleasure that sex could never hope to equal. Time had slowed, and every second seemed a delightful eternity. Biker number 3 was pulling something from his belt, and Hate knew it was a gun. Redbeard was foolishly advancing on him, unwisely choosing to use adrenaline for fight instead of flight.

Now for the real fun. Hate sucked in a deep breath, and what happened next gave both bikers good reason to pause and stare. From the tips of his fingers sparked a dark, writhing energy, so very black that it seemed to suck the light straight out of the room. It swelled and grew, covering his hands and licking at his wrists. 

Both hands were raised and finger tips pointed forward, when without delay Hate released this vile thing that was his true power. First the energy formed two straight beams towards the two separate men, but after they broke apart, forming a thousand tiny black spheres.

They ripped through the men like a barrage of bullets, tearing their clothing and flesh, putting perfectly round holes through their bodies.

Redbeard's face was nearly destroyed, his chest opened in a dozen places, his guts spilled. His last friend suffered the same fate, and they both collapsed to the floor without a sound, their throats punctured in too many places to let loose a scream.

But one man was still screaming. Hate's head tilted down to the source of this annoying noise, and if the man was not blind already, the sight would have killed him dead to rights.

Long strands of Hate's black hair stood straight up and too the sides as if he were being electrocuted, and his lips were cut into a wide, insane grin, twin rows of perfect white teeth bared. Most disturbing of all, however, were his eyes. They had gone pitch. One color for the entirety, wide open black.

In one quick, savage movement, Hate leaned down, grabbed the man around his chin and neck, and yanked upward. He was beheaded in a particularly savage manner, and Hate tossed his head behind the bar.

Now that was fun! But the pleasure was ending already. So was the way of murder, at least for him. He shook his head, and looked down to his body. There was quite a bit of gore over his bared chest.

Expending a small amount of further energy, that darkness moved out again, this time from his chest, and devoured or disintegrated the flesh and blood that was not his own. Clean again, in a sense, Hate walked from the bar to the street.

* * * * *

This part of town was low-rent residential with a smattering of businesses, such as the bar Hate had came from, and the corner-store he was approaching now. The small amount of foot traffic in the area had given him frightened looks, and most had crossed to the other street, even a group of wanna-be toughs who might on other occasions found reason to try and start battle with Hate.

His head had been lowered for most of the walk, tendrils of coal hair falling around his darkly handsome face, lips curled up into their usual smile, eyes which had returned to their natural brown color staring at the tops of steel-toed boots.

One thing caught his eye, and apparently he had caught this thing's eye as well, given that she was staring directly at him. A girl, naturally, and a rather attractive one, obvious in her sexuality; that was Hate's favorite kind.

She was leaning back leisurely against a wall, one leg raised slightly, the sole of her foot pressed back against the wall. One hand was wrapping a length of straight cherry red hair around two of her fingers, taking a long while to encircle the shoulder-length hair. Another set of five was wrapped around an Icee, straw settled between two plus, bright red lips, sugary liquid slowly filling the girl's mouth and sliding down her throat.

She wore a tight baby-doll tee, the black fabric stretching nicely across small, upturned breasts, outlining each subtle curve in her small body. It ended just before her jeans, leaving a slender line of pale flesh visible to the eye.

She was a pretty girl alright, but Hate knew by the dull look in her eyes and the fairly stupid smile set behind those sucking lips that she wasn't the brightest girl on the block. Not medically retarded, or anything like that, but a girl who would be easily impressed by his looks. All this was fine and dandy with him. He closed the distance between them in a matter of seconds.

"Hey there, girly," he said happily.

She slowly pulled down the cup, straw dangling before her lips for a moment, little pink tongue darting out to catch a droplet of liquid, her head lowered just slightly, eyes looking up to Hate. "I don't know if I should talk to you. You look like a bad boy," she said with a small grin.

"Well, I am a bit of a devil. But you like devils don't you? You have one on your shirt and all," Hate said. As he spoke a single finger-tip had moved to the bottom of the designer devil's tail, located conveniently on the firm side of one small tit, and traced it's way over her body and the tip of his pitchfork, which was poised over the center of the next breast. Hate found the feel of the slowly hardening nipple beneath to be very exquisite.

The girl hadn't meant to let him touch her like that, at least not so quick. But the moment his finger had touched her, bolts of lust had shot through her body. She didn't know it, but her hips had slowly taken a small sway. Hate was not directly controlling these things. The girl had lust in her heart. She would've gone the way Hate wanted soon enough. The darkness in his soul just magnified her own, and accelerated it.

"Uhhh," she couldn't respond immediately. "A devil? But you don't have a pitchfork." Hate gave a quick, cool laugh that had only the barest traces of human sentiment to it. His thumb had joined his finger at assaulting the girl's perked nipple, rolling the taut flesh slowly beneath the shirt. "But I do. Wanna see?"

She hesitated, breathing increasing, pressing her chest forward slightly into Hate's fingers. Her tongue pushed out just barely, licking along those red-painted lips, and then she nodded

Hate's free hand unbuttoned, unbuckled, and unzipped his pants, retrieving his already hardened cock and pulling it free, giving a slight breath of pleasure as the pressure from his jeans was removed and the cool air hit him.

The girl breathed in deep. In her current state of lust, the sight of male genitalia really set her off. Hate's wasn't over-endowed by any super amount, but it was still impressive. His shaft was seven inches and had a graceful upward curve, looking something like an Arabian scimitar.

"It's nice," she whispered, her hand moving to it, tracing over the top of his member from the base towards the bulbous head. It jumped to her touch, and her hand retracted for a moment. Hate's hand moved from her breast to her shoulder, and he began walking her around the corner, to the alley at the side of the building.

"Don't be afraid, babe," he said with another cool chuckle, leaning back against the alley's wall, cock jutting forward towards the girl. "You're a cock sucker, aren't ya?"

"Yah," she said after a small pause. "You want me to suck yours?"

"That's a good girl. Of course. Now get on your knees. Oh, and be a doll and take your top off, will ya?"

She did as he asked, sinking to her knees quite quickly, giving a small wince as her knees slammed on to the concrete. Hands caught the bottom of her t-shirt and lifted it up above her head, tossing it to the floor behind her. Hate grinned as he saw those wonderful tits in their bared glory; small, perfectly shaped globes, the nipples pointing out and slightly up. He reached down and grabbed a handful, squeezing tightly.

"Want me to lick your balls, too?" She asked, yanking his jeans by the side and pulling them down.

"Of course, you dumb slut." She blinked at his language, and then moved forward, wet lips pushing against his newly revealed sack. She kissed his balls all over, fingers curling around his cock and raising it into the air, to give her a better angle at him.

Tongue flickered out and ran down over the base of him, and then around his balls, leaving a glistening circle of saliva. The tip of her pink muscle firmed, and she pushed it at each separate ball, tasting him, rolling them around on her lips. Then she devoured his sack, tilting her head to the side and opening her mouth, sucking his balls into the small, warm cavern, slurping heavily with saliva filled orifice.

"Fuck! Only a real slut can suck balls like that," Hate groaned happily, his hand moving to the top of her head as his dark eyes watched that mouth. Her eyes flickered open and she stared up at him, pulling back.

"Hey, watch what you cal - mmph!" Her words were cut off as Hate shoved his member into her open mouth, filling her with thick, hot cock immediately.

"Shut up and suck." 

Her mouth worked at his length. Tongue began to run in circles around that thick shaft, her head slowly pushing forward and devouring inch after inch of his engorged member, then pulling back to his head. Hate leaned his own head back some, but continued to watch the pretty girl suck on him.

Her hand traced up his thigh and cupped his now wet balls, giving them a gentle squeeze as she continued to suck on all the cock she could fit inside, cheeks hollowing as she sucked so tightly on him.

"Alright, slut," Hate said gently as he lifted her mouth up off his pleasured cock. She looked up to him with wide eyes, a thin trail of saliva connecting her bottom lip to the mushroomed tip of his member. "Drop your pants and get on your hands and knees. I need some ass."

She nodded with a big, stupid grin on her face, turning her bare back to him and undoing her pants as she did so, quickly sliding them down along with her pants and underwear, her clothing bunched up around her knees.

Her thin, narrow waist lead down into slightly flaring hips, her wide, rounded ass now visible to him. The smooth flesh was paler then the rest of her form, the obvious lines of a bikini bottom visible. Hate kneeled behind her and the girl gave a slight yelp as the flat of his palm connected brutally to one ass cheek, sending the flesh into an attractive giggle, leaving a red handprint over lily-white ass.

"Want some dick, you bitch?" Hate asked pleasantly, rubbing the wet head of his member down between those cheeks, squeezing the soft flesh around it.

"Yes! Shove it in me!" She cried out, writhing beneath him. She was lost to her lust now. Hate was all too happy to comply. The thick tip of his cock pressed against her puckered asshole, and with one violent forward thrust, her backside was speared completely with his thick shaft, balls slapping noisily a single time along her cunt.

She screamed and writhed, her body instinctively pulling away from Hate. A hand flashed outward and snatched her hair, yanking her head back and holding her in place. It had hurt him too, being only mildly lubricated by her mouth, but oh, it felt so good, too.

Hate was riding her instantly, giving her tight hole no respite from the fucking. He leaned forward as he pulled her head back even more, a single hand latching on to one hanging, bouncing tit and squeezing it ruthlessly in his hand, nails digging into her flesh.

"Like it?" He said between pleasured grunts, fingers closing tightly around a nipple and twisting.

"Ugggggggggh! Yes! Fuck yes!" She cried out. And it did feel good. Despite the intense pain, there was pleasantness coming from this dark act, and the mental pleasure of being done so dirtily on in an alleyway filled her mind with ecstacy.

Hate was near the breaking point. His hips slammed into that round ass with each forward thrust, his cock filling her asshole up to the base with every forward slam. Fingers closed into tight fists, and with a an unhuman growl, he came.

The girl beneath him shuddered as her rear was filled with hot, warm cum, the sticky fluid filling her up and slicking Hate's still pumping cock. Lines of semen were pushed out of her backdoor by his movements, running out from her and down her cunt.

And then it was over. Hate was standing up, pulling his pants down, the girl still on her hands and knees, her ass painfully sore, her tits throbbing with pain from the hard fucking and mauling by Hate's fingers, her scalp throbbing.

She turned back to look at the nameless boy who had just reamed her. He was gone.

Hate would've stuck around, but he had bigger things in mind tonight then banging some slut all night. He just needed to get his mind nice and calm, so there wouldn't be any distractions while he searched for whatever had gotten into his mind earlier. 


He had smelled something as he had filled the girl's ass with cum. Something like death. But living death. One or more bloodsuckers was near him, and if anything in this town could cause him a problem, it would be them.

( If you enjoy this wacky tale, or hate it, send a comment. But only vote if you like it, haters! )



Sex, Violence, & Vampires Ch. 03



Khala was too busy with her current task to notice the presence that joined her in the back of the club. To give hem credit, it was just a presence, for Hate had not yet taken his physical form, simply watching the scene from that inky territory that existed in the shadows.

Even out of all the over-sexed vampires in Southton, she was by far the most lusty, both for pleasures of the flesh, and the pleasures of blood. She was in a private room at one of the more upscale clubs, though it was still a meat marker. Before her, already nude, were two other girls.

Like Hate, vampires also tended to bring out the latent level of sexuality that so many humans possessed. However, unlike Hate's girl, the two women Khala had found were even more slutty. Their lust fit Khala's appetite well. She had already had boy's tonight, now she would have some girls, and perhaps more boys before she returned to the grave.

Of the two women with her now, one was dramatically more beautiful then the other, Hate noted. The uglier was a blonde, very young, probably just barely 18, by the villains observation. She was still attractive enough, just not quite as pretty as her friend. Bleached hair was tied back into a pony tail, draped forward over one shoulder, the end of brushing against the top swell of a b-cup breast. Her face was rather plain, though she did have blue eyes to accompany the blonde hair, probably also store bought. Her body as a whole was thin enough, but soft; it was fairly apparent that the girl didn't work out much. Her flesh was deeply bronzed. She was a store-bought bitch, a normal girl trying with all she could to fit in with the beautiful crowd. Hate decided he would enjoy murdering her very much, if it came to that.

The other woman was much older, in her mid-thirties, and she also fit a nice stereotype as well. She was a brunette with long, straight hair that fell to her mid-back, exhibiting that sought-after silky smoothness that could only be slightly helped by hair-care products. Her face and skin had a more natural light tan, and she had high cheekbones and absolutely chiseled features. She might've been a model, and probably had been in the past. Like her younger friend, she was trying to be something she was not, but unlike the other girl, she once was a beautiful party girl. She was past her prime, but still beautiful.

Her chest was beginning to show the signs of aging, and once large, perky breasts were now beginning to show just the slightest sag. Her belly was still firm and toned, and her pussy was shaved like all the girls seemed to like to do to themselves these days. Big brown eyes were locked to the form of Khala, who when Hate appeared, had only pulled down the straps of her dress to reveal her eternally firm, milky white breasts, pale pink nipples standing at perfect attention.

"Kiss each other, and I will do more," said Khala slyly, and the women did as she asked. The taller, ex-model leaned downward to her friends upturned face, and their lipsticked painted lips met and crushed into each other, heads tilting slightly so their mouths could meld better, tongues pushing out and tasting their familiar salivas.

Khala continued to slide her dress downward as the two girls kissed. Hate could see everything from every angle in his current state. From behind the vampiress he saw the smooth, round curve of her wonderfully shaped ass. From the front he saw inch after inch of pale belly exposed until finally the first line of that dark patch before her cunt was revealed, and at last, the pink lips of her slit.

The girl's lips had remained pressed together, their hands moving to caress each other's chests. Fingers danced up and down the small and large curves, closing over nipples and generally molesting each other. Then their lids flickered open and the saw the true object of their desires, Khala, was now completely nude.

She smiled to them and lowered herself to a couch provided in the private room. Legs opened extremely wide, an ankle placed on each arm of the couch, her sex exposed to the women. She raised a hand and beckoned them too her. "Eat me." She ordered.

They were on their knees immediately, each vying to get their tongue inside Khala. The blonde's tongue pushed against the brunettes, and they both writhed around Khala's clit and her pussy lips.

The vampire was slowly getting soaked, partly from the darting tongues, but mostly from herself, the sight of heads pushing against each other and the feel of two tongues on her getting her juices flowing rapidly. "Yesssss, suck my cunt you sluts," she whispered hotly as her head tilted back, midnight hair flowing onto the back of the couch.

The brunettes tongue had firmed and was now firmly inside Khala, the blonde's fingers having raised to spread her lips as her own head moved forward to gently tongue the women's clit.

As the two tongued Khala, their hands continued to explore each other. Fingers slid down the blonde's back, cupping one soft ass cheek first before a single finger moved forward to rub along her pussy.

The blonde's free hand moved down the other's belly, cupping her bare mound and rubbing it all, moving that raised flesh as her fingers pushed just barely between her lips and her palm rubbed against her clit.

This could go on for a long time, Hate thought to himself. He wasn't quite sure he wanted to interrupt, it was pleasing to watch, after all. However, he had business with the vampire. It was obvious it hadn't been her who had invaded his mind. Whoever that had been would've certainly felt his presence in this room. This bloodsucker had spent more time on fucking then learning her powers, unfortunately for her.

He decided to test her strength exactly. Tenativly, he reached out with his mind, and touched her's. She stiffened for a moment, but Hate kept up the contact, not being terrible obvious about his intrusion, and eventually the tongue's lapping at Khala's pussy brought her hips back into a writhe and her mind away from that odd feeling in the back of her head.

Without any resistance, Hate struck at her mind like a snake striking it's prey. Khala stiffened again, and this time didn't loosen as Hate seized control of her body, though her mind was left under it's own power.

Now she felt him.

He spoke to her head. Hello, you pretty little corpse.

What the Hell is going on? She mentally screamed.

Hate ignored her questions. The two women had noticed Khala's stillness, and now looked up from between her lewdly spread thighs. The brunette asked, "What's wrong?"

Khala moved in jerky motions, her hands snapping forward to grab the blonde and brunette by their necks, lifting them up from their knees and into the air with unnatural strength and slamming them back into a wall. They would've screamed, but their breath was severely restricted by the closing hands.

Hate forced Khala's hand shut around the blondes neck, crushing it before she completely realized what was going on. As the life drained out of her eyes, he allowed Khala's grip to release. The body crumpled to the ground, head lolling sickly to the side.

The brunette managed a bit of a gurgled scream at this point, but it was nearly inaudible. More alluring to Hate was the clear, cold look of fear in her eyes. Still keeping a hold on Khala's mind, Hate took physical form at last. A dense cloud of black smoke wafted from a shadowed corner, and it slowly took a basic man-like shape. It solidified after a moment, forming Hate out of seemingly nothing. He stepped forward, one hand placed on the bare shoulder of Khala.

Her head was frozen forward, and terror leapt in her heart. Who are you? She thought in a scream.

Hate paid no attention to her question yet, merely watched the struggling brunette still held in Khala's grasp. It was quite amusing, and a bit arousing, to watch the older woman struggle and squirm, breasts giggling just slight, her slit exposed completely as legs surged and kicked.

"Never mind that now, Khala." Hate said, free to speak now. "In a moment all will be revealed. I am going to release your mind from my hold in a second here, and then this piece of ass here is going to scream and try to run. Since I'm a nice guy, I'll let you drink her blood, since I'm sure that was how you were going to cap your time off with her anyway."

Who are you? She asked again.

Hate sighed. He leaned forward, resting his chin on her shoulder, tilting his head slightly to whisper in her ear. "I am Hate, or at least that is the cool name I picked for myself. I'm also a murderer, and all around bad-guy. Now, are you going to suck this girl, or should I just smash her head in?"

There was a lengthy pause. Khala thought that if she drunk the girl's blood, she would at least have a bit more strength to fight this creature. Hate knew this of course. Her thoughts were an open book to him. Yes, I'll drink from her.

Hate released Khala suddenly. Her grip loosened and released, and the brunette sunk slightly from her raised position on the wall. She didn't scream immediately, for she first had to suck in her breast.

Then Khala was on her. Red lips met tender, tanned flesh, fangs sinking into to it easily. The cut of the vampires fangs was simple and painless, so sharp that it moved into skin without any resistance. Blood flowed into her mouth, and Khala's hips writhed with the intimacy of the act.

It felt good for the brunette as well, who forgot for a moment that she was dying, her head tilting back as a little pleasured gasp escaped her lips. Then she was gone, and her lifeless form dropped next to her more brutally killed friend's.

Khala's hands raised and palms pressed against the wall, enjoying the pleasure that the blood was giving her. She hardly noticed as two of Hate's fingers slipped inside her absolutely soaking pussy.

It was only as fingers embedded themselves up to the knuckle that she felt that pleasant intrusion. "What are you doing?" She asked as she stiffened slightly.

"I can stop if you like," Hate said cooly, a third finger flicking along Khala's clit, fingers pumping softly. He could not deny that the sex and death he had slipped into her hadn't aroused him a good deal, and his business with the vampiress could wait after a nice solid fuck.

"Uhhhhh, I..." She trailed off, not exactly sure what she wanted at this point. She was quickly being overcome by pleasure herself, proper thought process being aborted. The deal was finished when she felt the press of Hate's thick shaft sliding against one tight ass cheek.

"Want me to fuck your pussy, corpse?" Hate asked hotly, jamming his fingers into her cunt as he asked.

"Yes!" She cried out, writhing back on his fingers.

Hate pulled his digits from her wet cunt, and grabbed her hair, yanking her back with such force that her back slammed into the opposite wall. His reactions were quick, and he was on her again, his hands moving to slap against her thighs and lift her just barely up from the ground.

She got her first real good look at him as her eyes met with his sparkling orbs, his handsome face cut into a wild grin. She briefly thought of an attack on him, but then the thick head of his cock pressed against her lips.

Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, and his hips slammed forward. The penetration was perhaps the easiest Hate had ever had. She was tight, yes, but so fucking wet that his cock was soaked as it entered her, pushing past her lips and beyond, his entire shaft slamming into her with his initial thrust.

"Gooooood pussy," he hissed.

"Fuck me!" She responded, and he did.

It was a frenzied sort of thing. Hate just wanted to get off. His hips began to pump back and forth at an insane rate, spearing her up against the wall repeatedly. His head lowered slightly as the smile faded from his face to be replaced by a grim look of determination. Khala's legs wrapped tightly around his waist so as he pulled back, her body was pulled from the wall, and when he slammed forward, her ass was painfully smacking against it.

Her pussy slurped loudly against his cock, the sound lewd and wonderful to their ears. Hate's eyes fixed on the bounce of Khala's tits as he fucked her, perversely enjoying that slight jiggle and raise of her nipples.

He set his screwing to that. Khala's head fell back. It felt impossibly good. Hate's fucking was reaching a brutal crescendo. He was moving practically at a blur. The smack-smack-smack noise of their bodies hitting each other had almost become a blur.

Sweat ran down their bodies and mixed. Droplets of the salty liquid flicked from Khala's large tit's onto Hate's slender chest. Her legs struggled to remain wrapped around his slick back.

She felt his cock widen just a bit, and new what was coming. "Blow in my mouth!" She shouted eagerly. Hate pulled out of her completely and allowed her to sink into a sitting position just as he exploded.

Khala found herself eye level to the pulsating, nearly exploding member of Hate. Her head bobbed forward a single time, and caught just the head of his dick between those blood-stained red lips. Her dark eyes stared up at Hate's leering face.

"Ahhh!" The noise was a sinister animal growl, filled with intense pleasure. Hate's back arched just slightly, his arms raising and clenching into fists as the first shot of warm, sticky white cum splattered against the back of Khala's throat, running down it in thick streams as he continued to orgasm in her mouth.

Thick wads washed over her tongue, filling her senses with the salty taste of his seed, and she swallowed that too. She swallowed everything he offered, his cock spasming several times, shooting the fluid across her tongue and throat. At last it ended, and her lips closed completely around his tip, thrashing her tongue around it and sucking the last bit of juices from him.

She leaned back against the couch, and Hate watched as her breasts heaved with still labored breath. He reached downward and grabbed a handful of tit into a claw-like hand, squeezing on the flesh tightly until his nails just barely punctured the skin. The vampiress gave a slight wince but said noting else, and Hate retracted his hand, staring at the blood on his finger tips.

He leaned his head slightly forward and sniffed, his face scrunching up slightly. The blood of the vampire had it's own unique taste and flavor, and it was rather bitter and repulsive to Hate. Although Hate was a great and terrible human, he was a very alive human, throbbing with the life-force that existed in all living things. Vampires had no life-force at all. They were animated by something entirely different then Hate and every other normal human, and Hate didn't like it at all.

Khala was still back to the couch, her legs askew, head tilted up slightly to look at this strange man. Her powers were not nearly as strong as Hate's, but she knew a few things. The essence all humans displayed was highly magnified in him, and he was a human. His member was also still completely stiff, curving out from his body in a highly arousing manner. A single hand moved forward and grasped his cock, still moist from her sex, and began pumping it firmly. She asked another question.

"What are you?"

Hate's expression hadn't changed as she grasped his dick, and although he was somewhat lost in thought staring at her blood, he was completely aware of the situation. He glanced down to Khala. "I told you already. I'm a bad-guy. It doesn't pay to well, but you get lots of girls and lots of time to kill."

Her lips pressed forward and she gave the tip of him a small little kiss, flicking her tongue over him as she pulled back. She knew that he was dire trouble, but the feeling in her belly was all lust, no initiative to fight. "No, no. I mean, what are you? You smell like a human, but you're too strong."

Hate chuckled grimly, crouching slightly and taking her unmauled breast into his hand, lightly working the firm flesh in his hands. "I'm afraid a human is exactly what I am, doll. Just not the normal cattle you and your kin feed from."

She slightly intensified her tugging of his rod, tongue running across the head now. This gave a shiver from Hate at last as she pulled away. "What do you want from me?"

Hate's hand slipped beneath her's, lifting his member up somewhat. "First I want you to lick my balls." Her tongue slipped from her lips and began to softly lap at his sack, giving Hate cause to emit slight groan. "Good girl," he said as she continued to lick him. "You're not the only vampire in this town, are you? Take care not to lie, I can read minds, ya know."

She shook her head to indicate that there was indeed more undead in the city, not taking her mouth from him, having sucked his entire sack into her mouth now and slurping happily.

"Good, good. All I want from you, for the moment at least, is to alert the rest of your friends to my existence, and to the fact that I'm going to kill them shortly."

She pulled back. "Why?"

"Don't worry about why for the moment, Khala," Hate said, waggling his cock in front of her face. "Don't you wanna suck?"

She sighed, then nodded. She couldn't control herself, even when this man had said he wanted to kill her friends, and most likely, her.

"Good," Hate said with a slight cackle. He grabbed a handful of her hair, and yanked her head up. "Open up."

She did, lips spreading wide, and Hate began to assault her mouth. His cock, still tasting faintly of her pussy, filled Khala's mouth immediately, thick shaft pressing against her tongue, bulbous head pressing against the back of her throat.

Hate road her mouth for awhile, and at his climax, pulled out and spent his load across Khala's heaving tits, painting them in white stripes.

Then he was gone.

Khala gathered herself after a few minutes, and then set to warn her friends.



Sex, Violence, & Vampires Ch. 04



While the rest of his crew had gone out for a night of debauchery and the sort, Jack and Angela had opted for a more subtle sort of pleasure; the movies. They sat in the back row of the large stadium-style theatre, one of Jack’s arms wrapped around Angela’s delicate shoulders, her head resting slightly on his chest. His left hand was continually reaching into a bag of popcorn in a cupholder, pulling a few popped kernels at a time, placing them in his mouth, rolling them along his tongue, chewing, and then spitting out into a second, mostly empty bag.

He could’ve eaten them if he chose, but regular food was murder for a vampire’s stomach. It wouldn’t kill them, but the pain would be excruciating until at last the food was brought back and thrown up. Jack tried to stay away from that sort of suffering, but he did enjoy the taste of the food. It hadn’t been all that long ago when he could eat freely, after all.

Jack’s mind was not completely on the movie, however. His thoughts continued to return to the strange vision that had come to him earlier in the evening. He knew it was dire trouble, but for the moment, he was at a loss for what to do. 

“What’s bothering you, Jack?” Angela asked, leaning forward and whispering into his ear. “Trouble, babe. All our pals are going to get a rude awakening as to their place in the world, I think, and soon.”

At this moment, a man in the row above Jack leaned forward and whispered a harsh “Shut the fuck up!”

Jack whirled quicker then the eye could catch and grabbed the man by his throat. He was unable to venture any reaction other then a slight widening of his eyes before Jack threw him from the near-top of the theatre all the way down to the floor in one simple, fluid motion.

The theatre was mostly deserted, but the few other patrons emitted gasps and looked in Jack and Angela’s direction.

Jack sighed. “Let’s go home.”

They exited, making their way back to the graveyard.

* * * * *

It was early in the night, but already three vampires were headed home, ending their evenings quicker then expected. The brothers, Michael and Gabriel, had already returned, and with company.

The woman they had found for their evening meal was not extremely attractive at all. She was in her very late twenties, and though this was not the deciding factor for her lack of beauty, the signs of aging were moving in on her.

Her makeup was far too heavy, and her hair was coarse and hurt by years of failed attempts at making it look and feel the way she wanted. She was not thin, not in the way the brothers usually preferred it, but not fat either, just a well rounded girl.

If any of her physical features were appealing, it would be her breasts. The top of the large globes were visible above the low-cut blouse she wore, and they had a nice glow to them, the result of tanning beds for sure, but still appetizing.

Even as nice as her chest was, it had not been the final factor in determining if the woman would be the one taken. Although the twins would like to kill as they needed, Jack had given them all orders to only take victims that were likely to not be missed, at least for the most part. Besides Angela and Tom, the others resented it, though they followed the order.

The others felt that they were nearly gods, free to do as they pleased. Jack knew better, but his lack of establishing clear leadership after his uprising caused the others to grumble at him, and this could be all of their undoing.

In any case, the two had spotted this one at a singles bar, and after chatting with her for a time, they had decided that indeed the girl would not be missed. Well, she wasn’t completely alone in the world, of course; few people were. She had no immediate family though; estranged from her parents, no children, and no significant others. People would look, but not hard.

She was drunk already by the time they had arrived at the graveyard, and thus not too put off from her surroundings. She wasn’t exactly a slut, but in her current mood she was quite pleased to be in the company of the two handsome young vampires, who were just young bucks as far as she knew. 

“Mm, you like those?” She murmered as two sets of hands began to lightly molest her chest, fingers dancing across bare skin and slipping downward beneath her blouse. The two were silent, but nodded. 

The flesh was supple and felt good on their fingertips. Michael’s hand slipped beneath the bra, and now cupped the woman’s tit firmly, enjoying the press of the nipple between two fingers. Gabriel had gone down slightly, head lowering to the swell of her other breast, mouth closed along the flesh tightly as he sucked, careful for now not to bite.

The taste of the suckled flesh was a bit too chemicaly altered for him, both from the result of tanning and perfume. Gabriel preferred natural woman, unadorned by makeup or perfume. His brother preferred what he considered to be painted whores. As they usually worked as a team, this might have caused problems, but they had reached a compromise of switching their feed on hunting nights.

Both of the angelic twins were lusty now, but they were also very hungry. They had spent most of the night trying to find a more attractive girl that meet their specifications. This having failed, they were now thirsting for life’s blood, though no where near starving. They had already decided via mental communication to wait anyway and play with the girl first. It would be a shame to waste that ritual and go straight for the blood, despite hunger.

Gabriel pulled off the girl’s tit, holding a bit of flesh between his teeth for a brief moment before freeing it. Michael’s hand remained down her shirt, rolling her nipple in his fingers. The woman let her own hands play now, and each palm quickly found a hard buldge to rub against. Her hand moved up and down, cultivating the two to further arousal. “Mm,” she murmured briefly. “I want to see them.”

She was responded to with brief smiles and the familiar sound of unzipping jeans. She didn’t wait another moment to see what was offered, and sunk to her knees, Michael’s hand pulling from her shirt as she kneeled.

* * * * *

Elsewhere Tom was standing in front of a department store window, a classical one on Southon’s mainstreet, with several T.V.s blaring on inside. A pack of fruit-flavored bubble gum was held in his left hand, and one piece was being busily smacked in his mouth. In life Tom had enjoyed food to an almost self-destructive state, and he still enjoyed to taste. Bubble gum was a vampire’s friend, since it was one of the few “foods” meant to be chewed but not swallowed. 

The news was on the multiple screens in front of him, and although the window dampened the sound seriously, vamparic hearing aloud him to hear the cast. The report on at the moment was live, and attractive young Natasha Vendridge stood outside a local bar-room on the not-so-good part of town narrating. Behind her were several spectators and police. “Earlier this evening the peace in Southton was ripped apart in a very violent manner as an unknown assailant attacked the ‘The Hog,” a bar known for it’s popularity among motorcycle-enthusiasts. The motive for the attack is unknown, and the police are with-holding any specific information. Greg Sullivan, a friend of the victims, discovered them and contacted the police. Although the specifics are unknown, Sullivan reported that the bar was drenched in blood and that the brutality of the scene reminded him of Vietnam. We’ll bring you more information as it becomes available.”

The image moved from Vendridge and back to the anchors. Tom stopped listening. Natasha was quite a dish, and he would love to drink her dry, but Jack would never allow it. For once, however, he had found something in the news more interesting then the thought of sucking on the reporter’s tits. Tom himself had been by The Hog several times, but usually kept clear. Even with immortality those giant thugs that hung out around there gave him cause to worry. Power non-withstanding, he wasn’t sure he could survive a full fledged attack. Whoever had done the damage there must’ve been an impressive team of attackers, he thought. 

He might not’ve thought anything else about it, but the Vietnam comment made him think twice. Certainly Jack would want to hear about this level of violence. Indeed, it might even indicate another super-natural presence in the town, although Tom doubted it. Jack, himself, and the rest had whiped out the towns previous vampire ruling caste, and they had come across nothing else since.

Still, you never know. Tom slipped the gum in the back of his pocket and began walking back towards the grave-yard. 

* * * * *

Michael watched as the girls painted lips bobbed up and down over his shaft. He was quietly enjoying the feeling of it. She only brought her head halfway down his cock, which was acceptable, because after a few sucks, she would turn her head and take Gabe into her mouth.

Her eyes were locked to Mike for the moment, looking for the younger one’s ( in both appearance and actual years ) approval as she gobbled his rod. “Yes, you’re a good cock-sucker,” her whispered, and she “mmmed” her approval.

Gabe was tugging his own member slightly as he watched the woman suck his brother. The scene was nothing new to him, of course. “Ah, I’m getting close,” he said in a subdued voice.

“Fine,” Michael replied. He reached down and grabbed a handful of the girl’s hair, pulling her head back off his dick. Gabriel moved closer, and they were now nearly both hip-to-hip. The woman was nearly eye-level to two reddened, throbbing cocks. “Lick them both,” Mike advised.

“Yah,” she said, and did as was asked. Her tongue flashed out of her mouth and ran across the undersides of both cockheads, and then swirled around one, then the other. Her tongue was all over the place in a rather sloppy scene, licking around her lips as well as over their members. Both the boys had begun to pump their shafts, getting close to orgasm.

The girl’s tongue had just lashed across Michael’s head when Gabriel exploded. The dirtection his thick shaft was pointed in caused the first blast of semen to splatter the woman right at the corner of her mouth and her cheek. She immediatly shut her eyes and pulled back a bit, mouth wide open.

The next spurt of Gabe’s cock was mirrored by his brother’s, giving the girl a double shot of cum on either side of her face. Thick, white sperm shot across her face from both sides, and she cooed with pleasure as the warm seed ran down her face and onto her neck.

The brother’s both collapsed a little, their shoulders loosening and knees weakening as the pleasure of the orgasm ran through them. As the last bit of nut gingerly drained across the womans tongue, their last bit of restraint drained as well.

They pulled the cum-faced woman off the ground, one boy holding each arm, and immediatly sank their fangs into her wrist. She didn’t know what was happening, of course. Her vision was clouded by the wads of cum that had splashed near her eyes, and she was so intensely turned on that the sucking mouths on her wrist just caused her to writhe in pleasure. She never knew what had happened, losing consciousness before even knowing she was dying. It was best for mortals when death happened this way.

The boys also were unaware of their surroundings, so filled with pleasure from having thier cocks sucked and from sucking the woman dry. They didn’t even notice Jack and Angela standing in front of them as they allowed the dead woman to fall from their grasp.

Jack sneered as they opened their eyes. “How many times have I told you two idiots not to bring your meals to our home?”

Gabriel looked angrily towards Jack. “Don’t call me an idiot, fag. You worry too much, no one is going to come looking for this slut.”

Jack smiled coldly. “So sure, are you? Well, let me tell you what. Nobody might look for her, but somebody might find her here. Then there would be a full-fledged fucking investigation, and let me tell you, cops aren’t going to respond positivly towards us if we happen to be crawling out of our graves while they’re canvassing the area.”

“We weren’t just going to leave her here!” Mike chimed in. Jack was nearing his edge and stepped forward, one hand curled into a fist, when from the corner of their eyes all gathered vampires noticed the returned Khala.

Even before they got a closer look they could tell something was wrong. Khala’s head was down, her black hair falling over her face and down her back in a very unkempt manner, and her clothing did not look right on her body, as if it was put on in a hurry or without much concern.

The arguing between Jake and the twins stopped. They all rushed over to Khala, still at the edge of the graveyard, and were joined as well by the returning Tom, who remained silent as he appeared, aware of the strangeness in the air.

“What happen, Khal?” Jack asked with genuine concern.

“Something really bad is here, guys,” Khala said softly, sounding like a child. She then told her story to her friends and lovers.

* * * * * Hate had not gone far from Khala when he had dissappeared from her presence. Instead, he followed the female vampire. It would be prudent to know the location of these blood-suckers, and thus he shadowed her, in the shadows, as she made her way home. 


Once the abused vampiress reached her residence, and Hate saw that indeed other undead were making their homes there, he gave a formless, unseen smile. The high card remained in his hand. He left them, then, uninterested in particulars of what they would discuss, pleased to know that it would certainly be him they spoke of.

* * * * *

“What should we do, Jack?” Angela asked after Khala had told her tale.

“Find this guy and kill him,” Jack said simply.

“It might not be quite that easy.” Tom at last broke his silence. “This club Khala was at isn’t too far from this place, the Hog. Like five or six bikers got murdered their tonight, I saw it on the news. I bet it was this dude who killed them.”

“What makes you think that?” asked Gabriel.

Tom sighed. They really were pretty stupid some of the time. “Look, something strong enough to fuck up Khala happens a few blocks away from a bar where a bunch of hard-asses get put through a fucking blender, it just seems likely they’re connected. I’m no Forever Knight, vampire detective, but it sounds likely.”

“I agree,” said Jack. “However, I still think I can take this guy. He may be a psychic, but so were those pussy ghost-hunters that came by here last year. Tommorow night you guys will stay here and protect Khala and Angela. I’ll go around where you saw our new friend and when he comes for me, I’ll tear him apart.”

The others were about to speak, to concur or object, but Jack raised a hand to silence them. “No arguments. I’ve done enough for us all to get a little bit of leadership respect around here. Besides, it’s almost sun-up.”

The rising Sun could not be argued with, and so there were no more words from Southton’s undead. * * * * *

Not too far away, at a sleazy motel, a trucker had stopped for the night. He was not alone, and with him was a rather underage, rather disgusted young girl. At fourteen she had thought she was ready to be on her own, tired of her parent’s control, and had run away.

She had found a ride with the now naked, grotesquely fat man standing only a few feet away from her, and was a state away from all her safety. One hand held her cheek, now bruised and swelling fast, the other propped her up from the ground. She was in her bra and panties, regural cotton affair if you’re interested in the details, and shaking with fear.

“Now listen, you stupid slut. I didn’t drive your ass Louisana for free. You better start suckin’ or I’m gonna bend you over myself.”

“I, I changed my mind,” she whimpered.

“There ain’t no changin’ your mind now, girly,” he said, approaching her.

The scent of evil couldn’t be ignored by Hate, so he had left his delicious plate of ribs at Luther’s BBQ when they smell of something vile going down caught his scent. From the shadow realm behind the girl he looked over his surroundings. Lucky it’s a motel. I need to wash my face. Never mind the collective juices from all the girls he had fucked tonight; the only thing bothering hate was the sticky bar-b-que sauce that had accidently gotten on his face while he was eating.

Hate took physical form in the bathroom, and walked to the sink, turning it on and cupping his hands beneath the water.

The sound of running water caught both the trucker and the girl by suprise. “What the hell?” the former asked, moving towards the bathroom.

Hate came out first, his face now clean. “Oh, don’t worry Billy Bob, it’s just me.”

“How the fuck did you get in here?”

“Never mind that? Do you know that girl there is only fourteen, and rightly terrified? That’s not too nice, is it, to threaten to stick that shrivled little choad of a cock in her mouth?”

The man was taken aback, but not for long. “I don’t know who the hell you are, but you are dead.” He clumsily moved forward, and Hate just laughed. Tendrils of that black energy that you should now be familiar with jolted from the floor and celing, catching the man’s legs and arms and pulling them painfully hard. He was suspended in the air. Not suprisingly, he began to scream. Another black stream of energy covered his mouth, silencing him.

Hate turned to look at the girl, who was now cowering in the corner of the room. Hate looked her over. A little young for his tastes, but still he had a duty to cause suffering and pain. “Hey there... Rena,” he said after a brief pause, invading her mind then and gathering all the pertinent information he might need on her. “Seems your big fat friend here is in a bit of a bind. Care to kill him?” He asked cheerily.

Hate produced a weapon from the back of his jeans, a pistol, and tossed it to the half-naked girl. The gun skittered across the floor, and she grabbed it, standing slowly and approaching the man.

“I can’t,” she said after a minute of staring at the man and the gun. Hate took the weapon from her and nodded.

He returned the weapon to his pants, his free hand pointing to the door, which opened via those wonderful psycho-kinetic abilites. “Very well. Your luck is strong enough that I have freed you from rape, and your heart is free enough from sin that I won’t kill you. As the fishermen say, you have to throw the little ones back. So get out.”

“Can I get my clothes?” She asked timidly.

“Don’t press your luck,” Hate said with some amusement. The girl fled the strange scene. Hate turned his gaze back to the still bound man. “Rare to see a heart so golden. Yours, on the other hand,” Hate said, throwing his arms into the air, “is as black as night! We’re gonna have great fun!” The glee in his voice was terrifying.

The door shut, and Hate began a most dreadful work. Unfortunatly for the trucker, his screams would not be heard, but you can trust their volume was almost too much for even Hate to conceal.

 Sorry for the long wait, but life is busy. As always, send comments! The next part will be the finale, and should be up soon. 



Sex, Violence, & Vampires Ch. 05



Wow, this is going on longer then I’d thought. Not quite the finale yet, but enjoyable. Almost all sex in this one, so enjoy, the next one is going to have to be almost all plot development.

The day had come and Hate, the vampires, and other assorted people of the night and evening slept. For some this sleep was deep and rejuvenating, especially for the vampires who had no control over the sleep that possessed them. But for Hate it was not as sound. His dreams were always nightmares, and although they did not scare him, they did keep him from reaching that level of true, deep sleep.

He awoke at about noon with a jolt. It was fairly early for him, but not uncommon. His body was stretched out over the bed in the motel-room, arms splayed to the sides and legs crooked at the knees. His cock was as stiff as a rock, jutting straight up into the air. He reached downward to it and lifted his head, closing fingers around thick shaft and beginning to pump it gently.

He laid his head back down as he continued to tight-fisted jerk his member into the air. After a moment he released his cock from his hand and growled, sitting up again. He could rarely get off from masturbation anymore.

He looked around the room. All traces of the trucker from the night before had been removed. Hate had the ultimate in forensic clean up, being able to disintegrate bodies and pretty much any material he had too. It had been exhausting though, and he had fallen asleep early.

Now he was awake and horny. As the room was filled with light, he guessed it to be early to mid afternoon. It would be awhile before those fucking vampires woke up, so he would have some time to find some pussy.

The question at hand, of course, was where this pussy was to be found. Hate was new to this town, and he didn’t know it’s haunts well at all. He supposed it would be easy enough to find some whores, but he decidingly hated paying for sex, even if he was only going to kill the girl afterwards.

He slid around and got out of bed. A quick glance located his jeans and he went to them, putting them on, along with his shoes.

Then he walked to the door, and stepped outside. The light was bright and annoying, so one hand went to his brow to shield his eyes, the other grasping the handle to the door and shutting it.

He paused for a few moments, letting his eyes adjust more clearly to the light. Now, if I were a slut, where would I be? He leaned back against the door, contemplating this question. A cigarette was drawn from a pocket, and he flipped a zippo out from the opposite, lighting the cancerous cylinder.

Where do the most worthless people congregate? He thought.

* * * * *

Cynthia Alvarado and Sheila McCreary were friends, and they were both girls, but that was about where the similarities ended. They had grown up on the same street, and thus due to proximity had remained close 

Cynthia was Hispanic and had always been the more attractive of the two. The ringlets of her black hair cascaded down to mid-back and framed her thin face. Brows were drawn on with a slight arch over mocha-brown eyes, and full lips were done up in purple lipstick that was found attractive or gaudy, depending on who was looking.

Her skin was the color of caramel, and free of blemish, exposed completely from her face all the way down to the large swells of her bosom, currently threatening to spill out from her body-hugging tube-top.

Voluptuous ass swayed in a mini-skirt that ended just where the upward curve of her rear began, and revealed long, toned legs, bare of any clothing, the smooth flesh exposed to any who would look.

Sheila was thin in a manner that was not attractive; almost emancipated. The lack of weight was from starvation as opposed to exercise and diet. Being more specific, she had a small, sharp face with no obvious features that might be used to define her. Dirty blonde hair was shorn short, worn with no design, sticking a few inches out of her head at odd intervals.

A t-shirt covered her upper-half, outlining her thin shoulders and small chest, her breasts only subtle rises raising the cloth. Jeans covered the bottom, and the rest of her was as unimpressive; thin legs and sharp, bony hips.

Walking through the mall as they were, many eyes fell in their general direction. Of course, all of these eyes were looking at one of two things. Cynthia’s ass, or if they were ahead of the girls, then Cynthia’s tits.

“God, why do we even come here anymore? I hate all these staring dicks,” Sheila said.

Cynthia smirked, tilting her head down slightly too look at Sheila. She was a few inches taller. “I know, baby, but you know that I happen to love the staring,” she said, then added, “and the dicks.”

“Well, I’m not going to mess with any mall rat you find,” Sheila said with some anger, looking back up to her companion, eyes flashing. “Why am I not good enough for you?”

Cynthia stopped walking, grabbing Sheila by the shoulders and turning her so they faced each other. “I’ve told you baby, you are enough. I love you, you know that. I just want to love some other people too. But you’re always first.” She leaned down, and pressed her soft lips against Sheila’s thin, unsmiling mouth.

For a moment there was no response, but then Sheila’s mouth kissed back, and opened, sending her tongue just a bit forward where it was met with Cynthia’s. The kiss was enough to dissolve Sheila’s fight. She had no attraction to men, and further, she loved Cynthia, and had for as long as she remembered. Nothing would please her more then existing in a monogamous relationship with the other girl.

Cynthia loved Sheila, but was not absolved of the attraction to men. Sheila was the only girl for her, the only love, but she could not stop from roaming. She needed sex, hot sex, with good looking guys. Although Sheila argued with her about this need every so often, Cynthia knew she held the cards, and so she used them whenever she pleased.

The lesbian kiss lasted for at least a minute, and drew the eyes of several of the mall’s customers. Hate was among them.

* * * * * * “What the fuck is this?” Hate asked as he watched the scene, a slice of Sbarro’s cheese pizza held in one hand, drawn a few inches away from his mouth.

He watched and took a bite. His member was still rock hard and he had yet to find any relief. The scene of homosexual love was not encouraging. He took another bite and set his slice back on the plate, watching the two women, one attractive and one not, as they finished their embrace.

* * * * * *

“Are we okay, babe?” Cynthia asked.

“Yeah. Go ahead and find some dick,” Sheila said with a sigh.

Cynthia smiled, and then turned her eyes to the food court. She hadn’t really seen a guy that met with her expectations, as low as they were. She hadn’t really been looking though, having spent most of her time convincing Sheila that this entire idea wasn’t out of the question. Well, you she never knew when her girlfriend might have a change of heart, so she quickly looked out to the food court. Wouldn’t you know, Hate was the first boy who caught her brown eye.

Hate was attractive, most girls would think so. He had the sharp features and the perfectly symmetrical face that could easily land him a modeling job. He wasn’t too big, but that wasn’t a problem, he was just thin, and there was a little bit of practical muscle on him.

“Oh God, not that guy,” Sheila moaned as Cynthia locked in and began moving towards Hate. The boy himself just smiled as the attractive dark-skinned beauty made her way towards him, followed close in tow by what Hate regarded as a more classic lesbian; ugly. He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms behind his head.

“Hey there, ladies.” He said with quiet ease as they neared him.

“Hello yourself,” purred Cynthia, pulling up a chair and dropped herself into it. Sheila remained a small distance behind. “I’m Cynthia.”

“I’m Frank Castle,” Hate responded, not giving his chosen name. He decided this girl might take too much warning from his namesake, despite the palpable lust that hung around her body. His gaze had moved from her face to her cleavage, where they remained.

“Like something you see, Frank?” Cynthia asked, enjoying his wandering eye.

Hate knew the girl was horny. He could quite literally smell the sex on her. He leaned forward and stood from his chair, a hand pushing forward and slipping down the front of Cynthia’s top, greasy ( from the Pizza ) fingers finding her large, soft tit and giving it a tight squeeze.

Sheila gasped at the brazenness of it, and even Cynthia was about to give some shocked dismay, but she was quieted suddenly with a vision. Hate opened her eyes to the pleasure she would experience, not wasting time with words of seduction.

Cynthia saw herself, and the boy calling himself Frank, in a variety of quick, lurid situations. First she was on her back, the boy on top, breath hot on her face as he held himself above her, pounding down into her slick cunt.

The next she was bent over, screaming to God as he reamed her from behind. In reality Hate’s fingers found a hard, thick nipple and tweaked it. He shot his mental pleasure through the girl, and she raised both her hands to cover her mouth,

Her orgasm was quick and shocking. Her thighs spasmed as she creamed her panties, biting down on her fingers to keep from calling out. It ended quickly, and Hate pulled his hand from her shirt.

Sheila walked up and touched the side of Cynthia’s bare shoulder. “Let’s get out of here,” she said, with some anger in her voice.

“Okay. But he’s coming with us.”

Sheila protested, but it wasn’t long before the three of them were back at Cynthia’s apartment.

* * * * * *

Sheila turned the TV up louder, but it was to no avail. Cynthia wouldn’t stop screaming from the other room. Muffled cries of “fuck me!” and the usual cries to deities could not be contained.

Sheila was pissed. She wish she had a stronger spine, but Cynthia always managed to convince her to do what she wanted. Her lips curled down into a frown as she thought about the entire situation.

She was in the middle of inspired thinking of the future of herself and Cynthia’s relationship when she noticed a curiosity. She was soaking wet. “What the fuck?” She muttered the question.

This was very strange. But then, was it? She had been thinking of the fucking in the back of her mind. She couldn’t escape it; the sounds were loud and the smell was wafting in from the door.

She thought maybe she was just curious. She had never been with a guy, after all. A mixture of want and jealousy rose up in her so quickly she was stunned. Suddenly it was clear to her. She could settle everything if she just walked into the room and joined in.

She wasn’t quite sure of how she came to this conclusion, but she suddenly decided that she didn’t care. She stood up and walked to the door, opening it and stepping inside.

* * * * * *

Hate was thoroughly enjoying Cynthia. She had gobbled his cock down her pretty little throat on the way here, and now she was taking it in her pussy just like she ought too.

But still, it was just one slut. That was fun, but no accomplishment. He wanted the dyke too.

So, all through the banging, he had begun to feel out to Sheila, get into her head, and fill her with want.

The girl could’ve resisted, if she was strong. If she was true to her convictions, there would’ve been no problem.

Hate found her armor had chinks, however, and he capitalized on them. He had left her mind now, certain of his success.

* * * * * *

Sheila walked in on the most animalistic sex scene she had ever witnessed. Her lover was on all fours. Behind her was Hate, on all fours as well, mercilessly fucking her in true doggy-style, his body over hers, legs right behind her own, hands covering her hands.

Cynthia’s black ringlets were absolutely soaked with sweat, plastered to her head and back. Her lips were smeared with cum, and a thick wad was drying on her cheek.

Large, brown tits hung from her body, jerking forward and then back with each thrust of the boy.

“Oh, fuck. Uh!” She called out, giving a dull grunt or expletive every time Hate’s thick cock slammed into her. As Sheila entered both her face and the boy’s raised to look at her, but neither of them said anything, or made any effort to stop the hard banging.

Sheila began to undress. Her t-shirt was pulled up and over her head with no further ado, revealing her thin stomach and small, pale breasts. She unbuckled and unbuttoned her jeans, allowing them to fall to the ground, stepping from them.

Bending over she removed her shoes, but left her socks on.

Hate decided, while he was fucking Cynthia’s well used, slick cunt, that Sheila wasn’t as bad as he first thought. Indeed, she wasn’t a very pretty girl, but her body wasn’t all that bad, despite being thinner than even he usually liked.

Her breasts had a gentle, natural downward slope from the top, hanging as they would without a bra. The bottom swell was nice though, in stark contrast to reed-thin chest, raising up and bringing her nipple to a slight tilt, the hard, rose colored nub looking quite appetizing.

Over her slit, which Hate imagined was an extremely tight fit, was a sparse patch of blonde pubic hair, trim and nice. He would enjoy filling her, especially if she was truly a virgin.

“Ahh! Cumming!” Cynthia screamed as Hate pounded her in mid thrust. Her pussy spasmed, and warm girl-cum washed down over his thick member. He continued to fuck himself into her during her orgasm, picking up a quicker, maddening pace until he himself was near.

As her orgasm dwindled down, Hate pulled out of her. He pumped his thick, wet shaft in one hand, and the other smacked down brutally on the top of one of her cheeks. Specks of sweat flew off that round, ample ass, and left a reddening hand-print on it. It also set that luscious backside to a deliciously evil jiggle, and on that shaking, tan ass Hate shot his load.

She had screeched in pain when he slapped her, but then cooed when his warm seed splattered on her. Hate watched with glee as white streams of sperm landed on her brown ass, the contrast between the pearly cum and her dark flesh aesthetically mind-blowing.

The pleasure racked through him, and he let it run it’s course, eyes becoming slits. Thick wads continued to rain down on her backside, running in rivulets down to the crack of her ass and running in a small river of white.

Sheila had moved closer to the too, her wetness running down her thigh as she become more aroused than she ever had in her entire life. Hate snapped forward and grabbed her by the back of the neck the moment she got in range, lowering her close down to her friends ass. Sheila’s nostrils were filled with the strong scent of Hate’s seed and her friends familiar, if overly strong, musk.

“Clean her.” The boy commanded, and she did so. Her tongue pushed forward, catching sweat and cum on the tip, and she took it past her lips, swallowing. She had never tasted semen before, and strong taste drove her lust up even another notch.

She plunged her mouth over Cynthia, slurping and sucking up the widely spread sperm, then finally moving her mouth to the crack of her ass, tongue extending it’s furthest and licking all the way down, following that river of cum and sucking it all down her pale throat. “Mmmmmmm, God.”

Hate yanked her up from tonguing her friend, and grabbed Cynthia by her hair as well. Now, they were completely under his terrible influence, given to the pleasures of the flesh. “On your knees, both of you.” They complied. Sheila lowered herself before Hate’s curved member, and Cynthia moved behind him.

The first girl’s tongue moved over his cock, licking and lapping down the big shaft, putting small kisses along it. Despite her lust, she was still a little apprehensive, it would seem, about accepting him inside her.

Cynthia was having no problems on her end. Her hands planted firmly on Hate’s rear, and spread his cheeks just slightly. Her tongue pushed out between full lips, and she began to lick him. First all around, and then her tongue pushed forward, just the tip, into his ass.

The strange feeling of a rim-job saturated Hate’s senses, and he needed relief yet again. He gently took the top of Sheila’s head in his hands, and guided her kissing lips to the head. She knew what he wanted. As her lover tongued out the lord of evil’s backside, her mouth opened to take his dick.

Once he was passed her lips, Hate slammed forward and drove his member down the girl’s throat. Her eye’s widened, and her hands pressed on Hate’s thighs, but he did not relent.

“Hey!” Cynthia yelled as Hate’s body was pulled forward, and then buried her face into his backside, tongue dancing and exploring.

Cynthia was full of cock. Her lips were stretched lewdly around the wide base of Hate’s members. Her eyes bulged slightly and she stared up at him with alarm. Her small hands formed into fists and she pounded lightly on his abdomen, her air having in affect been cut off.

Hate held it there for several moments. She pushed hard on his thighs, and suddenly began to choke. Since there was no air around, her mouth and throat pulled hard on Hate’s members, going through the reactions of choking with that big meat in her mouth.

This, coupled with the tongue slipping around his asshole, proved to be just what Hate needed for his release. He pulled back with a suddenness that knocked Cynthia on her ass behind him. Sheila took a big swallow as Hate left her mouth, sucking down air as the jerking member before her shot a thick wad right into her still-open eye.

Immediately she shut it and raised a hand to rub it out, and Hate continued to orgasm. Strings of sticky seed landed on her cheeks, and her hand. Her anger over being choked faded away as she reveled in the pleasure of being struck by Hate’s hot cum. Keeping her eyes, one still burning, shut, she found the tip of his dick with her lips.

She sucked his balls dry as his orgasm ended, the last bit of jizz dripping into Sheila’s mouth, where like the cum from Cynthia’s ass, it was swallowed with glee.

Cynthia was on her back now, hungrily rubbing her own pussy, her fingers pushing inside it to the knuckle. “I need it again,” she whimpered.

Hate turned to the side, looking at her with one dark eye, and shook his head. “Soon enough, but your friend her needs some relief herself.”

“Oh, yes.” Sheila agreed readily, and stood from the floor. Hate grasped her by the shoulders and tossed her onto the bed. The small girl crawled backwards a bit, to make room for him, and spread her legs wide. “I want it.”

“Oh my God,” Cynthia exclaimed, “You’re gonna let him fuck you?” She got up from the floor, and laid on the bed next to her friend, a hand finding Sheila’s hard nipple and rubbing it roughly.

“Mmm, yes. I just... need it.”

Hate delighted in watching the two girls cavort and lust after him. His mind slipped to the dark fate he had for them, but then he pushed it out. First, to take the girl. He moved to the bed, crawling above the small, pale woman, and looked down to her face.

There was a perfect mixture of want and fear of the unknown on her small features, and Hate merely smiled down to her. Grasping the base of his manhood, he rubbed the tip over her lips, and was not surprised to find them wet and ready.

He entered. It was quick and brutal. She gasped as where once no man had en tered, an entire length was plunged in less time then it took to blink. At first she felt nothing, but then an intense pain. She opened her mouth to scream, but before sound good emit, Cynthia planted her mouth over the other girl’s and shoved her tongue inside, muffling the painful cry.

Hate held himself there. It was as tight as he had expected, and surprisingly, the girl hadn’t even had her cherry popped yet. No doubt a bit of blood was staining his dick along with all the female cum he had subjected it too.




Sex, Violence, & Vampires Ch. 05



No time to think about that, though. He began his ride, and it was just as harsh as the initial thrust. Arms held himself above the kissing girls, and hips pounding down and forward into the slick cunt.

Only the sickening thud of their bodies hitting and the wet, sucking noises of wet pussy and hard cock were heard in the room, as Cynthia continued to keep her mouth on Sheila, and Hate was mostly silent, enjoying intense pleasure of warm, very tight, very wet pussy surrounding his engorged member.

For Sheila it mostly just hurt, but it was beginning to feel good. Eventually the hard pounding would numb her abused slit, and she could enjoy the pleasure of Sheila’s mouth on hers, as well as her lovers sinking hand which found and rubbed her clit while Hate speared her hole.

Time dragged on, and then the act was finished. Sheila found herself cumming, back arching and a soft, pleased cry filling Cynthia’s mouth. Hate finished as well, and tiring of cum-shots for now, he filled the girl with his seed, the warm cum soothing her battered walls.

He pulled out, and sat at the foot of the bed. Behind him Cynthia broke the kiss, and laid down beside her friend. Sheila was silent, mesmerized by the events that had just happened. While she never considered herself one before, she had technically just lost her virginity to a stranger.

It had felt good, yes, but now it hurt, and she couldn’t understand why she had let this happen. Hate’s own lust was ending, and with it was his influence over the girls. Of course, Cynthia was still hot and ready to go, but Sheila had actually required some work, and now that was wearing down.

She turned her head to the side, away from Cynthia, and just lay there, cum, her own juices, and a trail of blood wetting the bed between her thighs.

As tears began to trickle down the corner of her eyes, Hate crawled up between them, wedging himself between to two warm bodies. Cynthia put her hands around him, and one thigh over him, and they both began to nod off.

Sheila remained in bed with them, falling asleep eventually, but for a good while only crying.

* * * * *

Sheila was still asleep, and Hate and Cynthia had moved to the living room. They sat naked on the couch, Hate leaning over slightly, his mouth wrapped around as much tit as could fit between his lips, sucking down hard on Cyn’s firm nipple. His free hand fingered her pussy readily.

Cynthia rubbed her untouched breast, and jerked Hate’s once-again erect member. His mouth felt wonderful on her, sucking hard, biting down with just the right pressure on her.

Hate pulled off from her tit, leaving it sticky with his saliva, and sat up, his fingers still pushing in and out of her pussy. Hate glanced out to the window, and saw that the sun was setting. “I’m afraid it’s time to go.”

Cynthia still pumped his dick, ecstatic from his fingering hand. “What? Why? The night is still young.”

“I know. I’ve got business to do. And so do you.” Hate smiled now, and it was sinister, baring just a thin line of perfect white teeth.

“What do you mean?” She said, and her voice cracked just a bit. Hate had been disguising it, holding it in, but now he let down his guards, and she could sense the natural darkness that was always around him.

“You’re going to kill your friend. You’re going to walk in to the bedroom and stick a knife into her breast.”

“What?” She said with shocked dismay. “No, get the fuck out, freak!” She let go of his member then, and slid away from him and off the couch, his fingers slipping out from her.

Hate had no more time for this. The last thing Cynthia saw while she had control of her body was Hate’s go limp.

Then she saw, but had no control. Her she was walking to the kitchen. She screamed, but her mouth didn’t open as her hand moved to a long, big butcher’s knife in the drawer.

When you lose control of your body in this manner, it was quite easy to go insane, but Cynthia held on. She loved Sheila, despite all the trouble she caused and the lust she had for other people. She fought against the will controlling her, did not lose herself to madness.

It was to no avail, however.

* * * * * *

Leaving his body in it’s natural form like this was dangerous work. Hate could be killed if someone stumbled upon it, but he was not worried. There was business to do now, and he had no time to waste.

He walked, with Cynthia’s delicious, naked body, into the bedroom. Sheila stirred, and looked to her friend, who held the knife with the blade pointing downward.

“What are you doing, Cynth?” She asked sleepily. She was not concerned, just confused by what was going on.

Hate felt what was like pounding fists in his thought as Cynthia’s trapped soul tried desperately to control her own body. He held it though, giving no warning as he lifted the knife and then plunged it down into Sheila’s unguarded breast.

The small girl registered no fear, only shock as the blade plunged down deep, then raised up. Blood spurted from the wound, and now pain raised in her as a scream raised in her throat.

Her screams did not end as Hate stabbed into her a dozen times. The wail pierced his/Cynthia’s ears for some time until at last the falling weapon silenced her with a final wound inflicted directly to her heart.

The soul trapped by Hate’s own power wailed in pain and horror as she witnessed the murder of her love. Hate helped her now to not go insane, to not be lost, because he wanted her to be of somewhat sound mind for what came next.

A blood splattered hand dropped the knife, and then moved to the phone, dialing 911. The operator picked up, and heard in Cynthia’s voice. “This is Cynthia Alvarado. I have just murdered Sheila McCreary. God, please help me!” Then the phone was slammed down. He decided that wasn’t quite as convincing as it could’ve been, but when the police came, they would trace it to Cynthia even if she ran.

Of course, the girl would tell them of an evil man who caused all this, and they would find copious amounts of semen around, but there would only be her to pin the crime of. Her fingerprints on the knife, and Sheila’s blood splattered across her heaving breasts and around her naked body.

Hate left her body, and returned to his own. The girl screamed and wailed the moment she was given back control of herself, and moved to the fallen body of her lover, holding her as tears streamed down her face.

Hate hadn’t been quite sure who should die and who should live. He decided that he would let live the one he hated more, since she would suffer the most. Sheila was an annoying dyke, but she had almost been strong enough to resist. Cynthia was an all-out slut, and so he gave her all the pain.

Night had fallen, and Hate was gone. Another delightful piece of havoc had been caused, and now the true disaster of the night was in the making.

Alright folks, as always, send comments. I don’t write these just so you can masturbate better.