Images of their life flashed through Damien. The way she stood stunned over Vincent after Damien had bashed the vampire's head into pulp, their two friends lying dead around them in their High School's cafeteria. How her hair burned like fire across her wedding dress a year later while her face lay hidden behind the veil.Obey...Her words were lace binding his thoughts, channeling them towards her.Obey me, Damien...His heart beat faster. Arousal entered his body, hardening his cock. Abigail slipped out of her wedding gown, wearing garters, stockings, a white thong, and nothing else. That night had been like their first time all over again.Only better. They knew what they were doing.You must obey me, Damien...Abigail appeared in her black combat fatigues, her red hair pulled back in a ponytail, a crossbow aimed before her as they stalked through a crypt hunting a vampire. Abigail, her face splattered with white as she swept the paint roller across their bedroom wall when they fir
"That would be nice," Abigail purred. She stood on her tiptoes and pressed her lips against his neck. She kissed and nibbled on the very spot where she had sunk in her fangs and killed him.Fed upon him.Damien's dick throbbed against her flat stomach. His balls churned. The caress of her skin on the crown of his cock was almost too much for him to bear. He held back his orgasm, not wanting to spill his cum across her belly.He wanted to be in her when that happened."Please, let me down, Abigail," Damien groaned. "Let me worship you, my love."Her hand caressed up to his cheek. Her sharp fingernail bit into his flesh. His dick throbbed harder. "I do not have permission to free you.""Who could command you, Dam?" Damien groaned. "Who has the power to command the sun?""You are a lot more poetic this way," she purred into his neck. She moved away and fell back on their bed, letting out a wanton moan. "Sire, appear before me. He is awake. I need you."The shadows moved in the corner of
"Let her go!" roared Damien. His body heaved against the bonds as he witnessed his wife noisily suck another man's cock."That's better," the vampire groaned, a contemptible smile crossing his lips. "There's the anger and shame. You thought she was your faithful wife. But you know how vampires are turned."Images of Abigail gasping beneath the vampire as he fed off of her, his cock slamming into her depths. She orgasmed as she died, crying out in ecstasy. Damien clenched his fist and snarled. He hungered for blood.The vampire's blood."I'll tear your throat out," spat Damien. "You think you're the first vampire I've faced. I've been scraping your filthy kind off my boots for a decade.""Like you did with Vincent?" snarled the vampire."Vincent?" Damien demanded. That was the name of the first vampire Damien and Abigail had killed. They had been seniors in high school with no idea what they were doing. They just knew they had to stop the predator killing their friends."Yes, my beauti
"Yes, yes, Sire!" Abigail moaned.Her head threw back, pressing into the vampire's neck. He bit into her flesh, drinking her vampiric blood. Abigail shuddered. Her pupils dilated. Her pussy ground into Damien. Her juices flooded across his stomach and down to his cock. She squirted as she came hard."Such exquisite beauty," grinned the Vampire. "Your wife is mine.""His," Abigail echoed as she shuddered. Her breasts heaved and her mouth opened wide as she screamed out her passion.Damien roared and snarled. "I will kill you! I will rip you apart. I will feast on your entrails. She is my wife.""Now she is my whore," grinned the vampire.He ripped his cock from Abigail's asshole. His wife slipped to the floor and turned, swallowing the vampire's cock into her mouth and sucking her ass clean from his dick. The vampire gripped her hair and groaned, his eyes rolling back in the head as he savored the pleasure of using Damien's wife.Damien strained against metal, pitting his undead flesh
Just the key." Wiggle the toe.His breathing slowed as the world began to fall away. He focused on the silver key lying on the stained wood. His mind grasped at it, sliding along the wood and struggling to pick it up. The nightstand rattled again, the lamp wobbling.The key lifted up."Yes." his breath exploded out of him. A dull ache formed behind his eye.The room grew brighter.The key floated through the air. He moved it up to his right manacle. He could just make out the lock. The key was facing the wrong way. He turned it and pressed it against the metal. It scraped and slid against the manacle as he struggled to find the lock."Come on," Damien growled. His head throbbed. His stomach growled. He needed blood. He could smell blood outside. Humans stirred in the neighborhood. His tongue licked his lips. Hearts beat, only faint murmurs. Damien heard them through walls and distance. The beats called to him as they pumped hot, life-giving blood."No," he growled.The key caught on a
And Faust will continue to expand his power."Aurora flared her wings. The Ether was so thin. It was the medium separating the mortal world from beyond. All she had to do was step through the barrier and manifest. She could close the curtains and save Damien. The plan would be salvageable.But she hadn't been given permission to perform any more interventions. Heaven no longer considered the risks worth allowing her to try. And she was no a demon. She wouldn't act without orders.But she wanted to."Gideon. I could crossover. I could save him. Do they know upstairs?"Gideon glanced at his clipboard. "No intervention is possible. It is not worth the cost of allowing another demonic encroachment."Anger flared through Aurora. She seized the Ether's fabric. She just had to tear and she would be through. She would save Damien and he could go kill Faust. Damien would be another monster, but one more easily manageable than the monster that was Faust."Aurora?" Gideon gasped, placing a hand
The tall, silver haired woman with long nose and sharp features was known as “Madam.” Her demeanor was formally polite and yet stern at the same time. She extended the envelope to Luke and said, “When you enter the premises, you must not give your real name to anyone and likewise, you must not ask anyone their name. No exchange of phone numbers or email or any of your personal information. Failure to abide by this rule will have you immediately ejected and banned from the premises.”“Understood,” Luke said as he took the envelope.“This way please,” she said and then led him across the polished, checkered floor of the Jeffersonburg castle. The seventeenth century castle had already changed ownership between two wealthy families from the time it was built but now, it was owned by a group known as “the Collective.” It had been renovated to look exactly what a seventeenth century, prestigious Gothic dwelling would look like. Luke opened the envelope and looked at the paper inside it. Cou
Eva’s breathing began to stabilize and then she spoke, “Listen to me Luke. You can insult me all you want here but when we step out, it will be a different matter. Under the rules of this house, we are both obligated to protect each other’s identities. This place has no tolerance for people who break its rules.”The wisdom of her words began to sink into Luke. His grip on her wrists began to get loose and finally he let her go. “Why did you dethrone her? She chose you for that one night for the money you could only dream of. She selected you and you took her place,” he said.“Do you wish to know what happened?” she asked.“Yes.”Eva took a deep breath and started to tell her version of events.Eva Broussard’s Version of Events:Czar was the codename given to Boris Egorov, head of an underground crime syndicate. He owned a chain of casinos and they were used by many white collar criminals to turn black money to white. If you wanted large sums of money to disappear in order to evade tax