Aithusa’s POV
He saw the shock register on my face before I could hide it. A small smile played on his lips, I guess he gets that a lot. It wasn't what he said though, his words were like vanilla pudding, sweet in their ordinary sort of way, it was the richness of his tones – luxurious and warm. He must be a baritone in church. I'm glad I saw him before I heard his voice, I'd never have put the two of them together otherwise.
His voice was like the magma chamber of a volcano, deep, but filled entirely with the molten rock. His voice could be powerful enough to make your bones feel like they were vibrating. When he spoke, everyone would turn, whether they knew him or not. His voice was just so deep, so full...
“Are you the one who is going to help me with the books? That I would like to buy?” he asked me and I waited for a moment before I could respond. I
Aithusa’s POVI close my eyes and throw my head back. I feel a wave of air pass over my neck as my long blonde hair lifts for a second before falling like water along my back. The club is dark, the music is thumping and the vibrations from the speakers are passing up from my stiletto clad feet, along my legs and up my spine as my body sways.Dancing has always turned me on; the moment a beat falls and my hips jut rhythmically and unconsciously. Something about a room full of people so consumed and filled by a common purpose that always made me feel new, fresh, enlivened.Tonight I'd started as part of a group and as always drifted off on my own as friends slowly tired and left. Just me and strangers left. Our bodies dangerously close, brushing but not touching. My arms are raised now, my smooth stomach exposed and my body moving slowly like a snake; my eyes are still closed but I can sense him getti
When she stormed out of the crowded bar, the first thing he noticed was her hair. Thick and dark and cascading past her shoulders in waves. He could almost feel his fingers wrapped around it. Fisting. Pulling firmly. Just enough to barely hurt her. The expanse of back between her hair and her black halter top was the color of warm honey. He could almost feel his fingers lightly tracing the indention of her spine. The curve of her hips and her round bottom swelled under the salsa-style, flared black and red skirt that clung to her like liquid silk. He could almost feel his hands cupping her, griping the curves and pulling them closer to his own heat. The smooth, bare, honey-colored legs with the ankle tattoo and the strappy red heels. He could almost feel them wrapped around him, the heels digging into his sides. Peter was about to step closer, into the light of the street lamp, when she turned.
Rook’s POVAt eight o’clock on a raw spring night I met the donor in a small eatery near the Old River Street bridge, just around the corner from the vampress' apartment. The weather that night was so perfectly suited to my mission that it almost seemed a joke, wet, dim, and misty, with fog climbing up from the river in the cool air and blurring all the hard edges of that grimy mill town. From a block away the diner was no more than a soft pink neon glow in the silent and obscuring fog.As he had promised, the donor was seated at the counter wearing a green jacket and a red scarf. There were very few people out on a night like this, so the diner was empty, and I saw him as soon as I stepped inside. He didn’t turn around, but I suspect he must have seen me in the mirror behind the counter.“J?” I asked.“Yes.” he said. He wore dark glasses through which
I called Rachel on the cell phone and she got it on the first ring.“We’re on the way.”“Oh my God!” she sounded nervous. “How is he?”“Fine, fine” I said. “You might want to slink up a bit.”“What do you mean?”“He can’t wait to see you. A real vampress.” I hinted.“Oh? Oh! You mean sexy?”“That’s it.”“Okay. Give me five minutes.” she hung up.It wasn’t hard to dawdle along in that fog. I took him a long way through a couple of alleys, then backtracked. There weren't many cars out and it was getting dark. The town's very hilly and it's easy to get lost. I didn’t want to make it too easy for him to find her place again, but I don’t know if I fooled him.Rachel hadn't been well lately. She
I went out on the sun porch and flipped on the TV. News, crap, sports, crap, news…I heard Rachel laugh a little too eagerly in the front room. In her bedroom, on her dresser, I noticed a tray bearing a bottle of rubbing alcohol, Kleenex and paper towels, some band aids, a razor blade, and a bowl of water. It looked like a junkie’s set-up and it made me sick.I’ll give them an hour, I thought, and I closed the door.After twenty minutes I began to pace. I’d turned the TV off, and it was very quiet in the apartment. Rachel had never gone into the details of what would happen, of how she'd get the blood out of him, so I didn’t know whether it should be this quiet or not. She'd assured me that she knew what she was doing, that this kind of feeding was done a
Whatever else Rachel might be, she was first and foremost a woman and had a true woman’s instinctive reverence and appreciation for a man’s ejaculate. I saw her shudder with pleasure as the kid continued to spew jet after jet into her hand, filling it till it dripped from her fingers in gooey strings, all the while goading him on with her hot words.“Yes, Baby, Ohhh Yes!! Yesss!! More!! More, Baby!! Do it! Do it!” she chanted as her hand continued to milk the cream from him. She wasn’t acting. She loved doing this kind of stuff, especially with over eager kids like J.He continued to jack his ass off the couch, shuddering and crying, squeezing out the last few drops which now ran do
I tried to be gentle although she wanted no part of that. As my cock head popped into the tight ring of muscle that guarded the entrance to her body she rammed her hips back at me with unexpected masochistic fury, wanting to take all of me, now, into the furthest depths of her hungry body.“Oh, Fuckkkk!” she wailed, dropping her head as I slid into her tight stricture. Blood streamed from her mouth from her feed, and I saw more blood still pulsing from the raw wound in J’s throat. She bared her bloody teeth and screamed again as I rocked home and stood rigid and unmoving inside her, my heavy balls brushing against her vagina.“Finish him, you bitch! Finish him!” I growled, for she seemed to have lost all interest in her blood feast. But at my urging she again went to her feed, moaning with delight, sucking up his life’s fluid.I felt her open up to me, her muscles relax slightly. Wit
Aithusa’s POVI had been hunting for quite a few days and also doing my part-time job at the precinct. We had not been able to come to any conclusion regarding the killer but Hannabelle had told me that with the demon, the demon was proving quite elusive and this would never happen if no one was feeding her with prayers and lust. Even though I had been feeding from other men, I could not seem to get out that man from my mind. The one who had come to the store and I had sold him books.The manager of the store, Leah was very impressed at my enthusiasm and had given me a candy of her private stash. Hannabelle was also pleased because she also had to maintain the pretense that this was a really good running business.I did not know that I was waiting for seeing him so badly, that whenever the bell would chime at the door I would