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
Aithusa’s POV“And which category do I fall in? Friends or family?” he asked. I blushed furiously. This man was simple and he was also speaking in simple statements but the things that he was insinuating, they were so different. I could not believe that he was asking me that.“Neither at this moment, I must say. But since you will be buying a lot for us, I would like that you get some discount. Moreover, those are second hand books. They are definitely preserved in a marvelous manner, which will make it a lot better for your nieces. So hence the discount,” I replied and he nodded. I knew that my answer was not up to the mark but I could not herald him with high hopes.“Come with me. First I would like to show you the books. You can take a look in the contents and then you might decide and make your choice,” I said as he came with me. Th
Aithusa’s POVWords left me. I stared into those bright blue eyes burning with anger, and my heart fell silent. The moment she realized she'd misinterpreted his actions, his words, his expressions for so many times... as if he'd been speaking a language she couldn't understand... that moment her words stopped was the moment her heart broke... yet it was a good breaking... the type that leads to healing and new ways onward; sometimes, the loss of words says more.“You are Jared Alvin,” I spoke in an accusing voice. I could not believe that I had been duped to open my heart and my thoughts to the man whom I had worshipped since the moment that his books had come out and I had started reading them.“I am guilty of that,” he said with a beguiling smile.“And you did not think that it was necessary to mention that all the