The desirable mulatto girl found it was a sure-fire boost to her earning ability and made her a pampered member of Mama Leone's establishment.She had found that when a customer was sucking her nipple dry, he or she would allow her to do nasty things to them like shoving her finger up their wrinkled brown eyes or even spitting onto their defenseless faces. Gloria loved to debase her milk tasters with little acts of humiliation that mollified her basic role of submissive servant for pleasure.Lafitte was right on the edge. He could feel his spunk rising deep inside his immortal core. He knew he could never have children but the instinct to procreate was strong in his cock. His creation fang was vibrating with intense desire. He fought off the urge to bury his fang in the middle-aged woman's lustrous white skin and allowed his vampire juices to escape deep inside her tight clutching rectum.The vampire chieftain laughed at the way Marcy wiggled and whimpered at the end of his throbbing
The girl's efforts scooped up a pair of young men who seemed more like girls than boys and he was informed that they were both testing the girl's rear passages to see if girls felt the same as boys back there. It was sort of a fact-finding mission for them and they never expected to be trying anal sex with a pair of female vampires who easily bested them in physical combat and made them their bitches until the Vampire chief could made a final determination on their fate.Lafitte knew it was not wise to keep the boys too long and to not cause them permanent harm because they were obviously from "old money" in the "Big Easy" and their families were no doubt influential in certain circles. There was also the chance that they were associated with the families of the "French Quarter Witches" who ruled the roost with a heavy hand. The witches were infamous for harassing the deviant elements for their own purposes and it was likely both boys were under their influence for professional reason
A knock on the door of the basement stairwell announced the arrival of the latest "Virgin" from the now retired Voodoo Queen. The deal had been in perpetuity with at least one virgin each month from the Voodoo clan stock. He had made the deal knowing how hard it had become to find virgins of a mature enough age to furnish ripe blood. He used the virgins strickly for their blood purity and none of the clan took liberties with them because of their value. A full month of careful draining and they were returned to the voodoo clan with their cunts intact and confused memories of where they had been for the last thirty days. The virgin blood kept Lafitte's clan on top of the vampire chain of command in the Gulf Region and he knew he had made a good deal with Marie in saving Lovey for her use.Now that Marie was retired, Lafitte knew he was in a good position to dominate the occult status of the Big Easy. The only competitor was the black magic arts of the French Quarter under the command o
This family he was visiting was one of the original settlers of the area and they had inbred for generations with no visible negative effects on the attractive features of the female offspring. They had gifted him a young girl of about eighteen who was shy and withdrawn and unable to lift her face up to look into his eyes. It was not that she was afraid of him because she really had no idea who he was except just another stranger that her family owed a debt to. She had been the "payment" on more than one occasion and was now accepting of that depraved role.He circled her as she squatted on the rough burlap mat with her legs under her pretty ass. She was wearing the customary cut-off jeans that seemed almost a uniform for the young females of the bayou and he was certain she had never owned any underwear of any nature since that was too expensive for the rural dwellers. The first time he had lowered a pair of the jeans on one of the pretty young things, he was pleasantly surprised to
It was better to conclude the business quickly before they became aware of their extinction. Fortunately, there were no females in the group of cannibals. He was glad for that because the females were always the hardest to bring down in this sort of cult. They seemed to have a sixth sense about everything about them and he suspected there was some sort of relationship to the practice of witchcraft in their actions. He took the last one down with the simple swipe of his sharpened fingernail across his throat. He would have liked to have slowed down and fed for a bit but he really wasn't hungry and he had no great liking for the cannibals and their way of life. The girl was still breathing and he applied the healing salve from the available potions within reach and bound the female human up in strips of cloth from his own undershirt of finest cotton. She seemed to still have a grasp on reality and looked at the bodies around her with a mixture of disgust and joy at their sudden demise
Damien answered with a groan as her finger caressed the tip of his dick. Her hand felt warm through his underwear. Not a vampiress. The air was too cool in the plane for her to feel so hot against him."What are you?" Damien managed to spit out. There were other creatures than vampires out there that also preyed on humans. Other Knights Venator trained to hunt different creatures than Damien."Your lover," she answered with a sultry wink. Her free hand, the one not caressing his dick through his underwear, reached back and unpinned her hair. It fell in a loose, tousled mass of blonde about her face."You're not," Damien groaned. "My wife is.""And she isn't here." The woman's fingers pulled down his underwear. His cock sprang out into his hands."You're not a vampire," Damien answered as she stroked his cock. "But what are you?""Salvation," she answered. "If you just give in and sin a little."The woman leaned over, her blonde hair spilling across his crotch, and swallowed his cock i
"Without a condom?" Damien groaned. "That just makes it hotter," she purred. "Imagine the risk. It isn't sinning if you play it safe." His dick throbbed in her. "Damn." Damien's hands squeezed her ass. He pulled her down his cock. She let out a sweet gasp as she undulated and ground on him. Her clit rubbed against his pubic bones. The chair creaked as she went faster and faster. Damien moaned into her pillowy tits. He loved their softness on his cheeks almost as much as he loved her cunt wrapped around his dick. His hips thrust up into her, bouncing the woman back up his shaft. She moaned every time she slammed down. "That's it. Fuck me! Cum in me! Let's make this memorable for the both of us." "Yes," Damien growled as she bucked on him. He pulled on her blonde hair, bringing her ruby-red lips to his. He kissed her and thrust his tongue into her mouth, claiming like his cock claimed her hot cunt. His dick throbbed in her pussy. The pressure reached its peak in his balls. The ach
Damien pulled off his leather duster and hung it on a coat rack then dropped his keys into a crystal bowel next to Abigail's. The music playing above was R&B, the base thudding through the house. His wife loved R&B. Damien listened and decided the music sounded like Boys to Men.She is feeling randy.The stairs creaked as Damien climbed. He pulled off his t-shirt as he passed the second floor, revealing his muscular body crisscrossed with scars. He took the steps two at a time, the music swelling louder as he reached the landing."Hey, Abby," he called out as he stepped into the bedroom. It was dark, lit only by flickering candles. Abigail had pulled the heavy curtains over the windows. The couple were often night owls and slept through the day."In here," Abigail called from the bathroom.More candles flickered in the bathroom, their orange-red light beckoning him. Water rippled. During their remodel, they had installed a large, hot tub style bathtub. Damien kicked off his boots and