"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
I strolled out of the restroom into their master bedroom which has been set up for this particular night. The lights were dim and chinese music played in the background. Maria walked around the room with a glass of lemonade in her hands, closing blinds and adjusting the lighting. She had taken the robe off and was in the white lingerie that she was wearing underneath. For the first time I saw her curves as they presented themselves through the thin fabric of her white lace lingerie. Large breasted women always aroused me and the way Maria’s slender frame sporting her heaving boobs really brought out the “bad girl” in me.I am toned and athletic. I am not flat chested at all but lets just say that the size of my boobs was never my forte. While experiencing puberty I wished that I would have tits like some of the early bloomers in my class. I would watch my chest in the mirror but my boobs took their time to come. During those years in which I waited to blossom, I developed a certain “a
She was so responsive, so sensitive to my mouth that she twisted and tensed as her breathing started to turn into moans of pleasure and arousal.I always carried strap-ons of different sizes. The biggest one was 12 incher but there were rarely any women out there who would enjoy Mr .12! It would always be requested by a husband or lover who wanted to see his woman take all that in. If my goal was to please the woman and not the onlooker, then I had other more reasonable sizes. Maria was a lovely woman and I wanted this moment to be hers. I selected a strapon that I had named “Peter.” If I wanted a woman to fuck me with anything in my collection then it would be Peter.After strapping him on I made Maria lick and suck Peter while her husband watched while stroking his manhood. I could look into his face that he was getting his money’s worth. I took a lubricant and quoted Peter with it and then had Maria lick and suck it until it was ready. Then I pushed Maria onto her back and spread h
It all seemed like he wanted to prove a point that he could pound me harder than I could pound Maria. I would drop my head down to Maria’s tits, kiss and lick them as her husband went in and out of my pussy, groaning and grunting, fucking me for all that he was worht. The sight of his naked wife and the feel of his hands on my waist, plus the vicious pounding that he was subjecting me to, brought me closer and closer to my point of no return.Boris would feel my naked back and then bring his hands from behind until he was holding my tits. I would feel his mouth on the back of my neck and shoulders, kissing and licking as he fucked away. My swaying breasts brushed against Maria’s and somewhere in those moments came the point where I could prolong my rising pleasures no more. My knees gave away and collapsing on Maria’s tits I buried my face into her neck and came. “Oh my ... I am cumming!” I groaned as Maria embraced me tightly, holding me in place while her husband buried himself into