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 They had gifted him a young girl of about eighteen who was shy and withdrawn and unable to lift her face up to look into his eyes.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
"Sounds like you suffered.""Badly. You owe me."Damien's hands squeezed her thighs. "Then I better start paying you back."Abigail didn't wait. She rose and sat on the edge, the water trickling down her body. Her thighs were parted, her fiery, trimmed bush covering her aroused vulva. In the candlelight, she seemed ethereal, a goddess who descended to earth and waited to be worshiped.Damien ran his hands down her thighs as he leaned in. Her skin was so silky and warm beneath his touch. His lips nuzzled into her pussy, licking into her hot folds. Her tart flavor was faint but growing with every lick."Oh, baby," Abigail moaned, her hands running through Damien's hair as his whiskered cheeks rubbed against her soft folds. Her hips undulated on the bath tub's edge, her breasts jiggling above Damien as she shuddered. "Eat me, baby. I missed this."His wife's groans were primal and urgent. The pitch of her voice rose. Damien knew the signs. He was a hunter, he studied his prey, and he kne
"Yes," Gideon nodded. "It requires an intervention upon a vampire. It may not work at all, but it if does, the odds improve dramatically. Damien's motivations will be unchanged. He will act as our sword, desiring vengeance.""And how shall we stop Damien once we are finished using him?""That is a problem for later," Gideon answered. "We have a chance to strike a major blow against the enemy. We cannot balk at the tools we have been given."If only my intervention on Abigail had worked. The odds had been high. But the woman was too dedicated to the hunt to have been swayed. Aurora watched Abigail as she climbed out of the bath, dragging the corpse of her husband behind her."She is too much like her husband," Aurora said bitterly. "We lost two beautiful souls because we are bound by these rules!""Aurora," gasped Gideon. "You tread on dangerous grounds."Aurora let go of her anger. "And what happened to Jezebel? Why isn't that harpy swarming around?""I do not know," Gideon answered a