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“Morgan captures the fantasy of vampire erotica so well…
No other author that I have come across has enabled me to escape from mundane life and revel in the lusty lair of vampires than dwelling within Morgan’s realm.” LiaCarla – VampireErotica.net

HOUSE OF SHADOWS – Enchantment in Crimson – Book One

LiaCarla’s Synopsis

Rowan has the premonition of danger coming her way in the very near future, but doesn’t have the power or magic to see what it is.
She carries on regardless and attends the nightclub where she works to provide tarot card readings to the clientele.
She spots a mysterious gentlemen standing at the far end of the bar and later discovers that he’s a vampire and intends on keeping a wide berth. She later finds out that a demon has come to the nightclub to feed off this vampire, which will result in everyone in the club being slain.  Rowan acts fast to create a magical diversion to allow the clientele to leave without being harmed and left the vampire and demon to fight it out.

What happens next is one big adventure full of fear, anticipation, magic, sex and awareness of who and what she is.  Join Rowan on her adventure as she encounters more vampires, demons and even zombies while experiencing her own sexual awakening.

LiaCarla’s Review

Noooooooooooooooooooooooooo I want more!   Morgan what are you like ending the story there?

I sincerely hope that there is more to come as this is Book One and it’s a fantastic read.

Morgan Hawke has excelled herself again with her book, ‘The House of Shadows – Enchantment in Crimson, Book One’.  I thoroughly enjoyed it as she has the gift of allowing the reader to become very close with the main characters and this story is no exception.

I didn’t know what to expect every time I read more. I didn’t know who were the good guys and who were the bad guys. I’ve even become emotionally attached to the main characters and I was dreading something bad happening.

I remember Morgan saying to me once that an erotic story isn’t just about writing about sex, you have to have a storyline.  Well this storyline is amazing and will certainly keep you on your toes while reading it and as for the erotica, well this stirred something deep within my groin on a couple of occasions.

If you’re looking for a good book, one to lose yourself within, and live the life of the characters and feel as though you’re living their adventure with them, you have to purchase this book.

You won’t be disappointed!

Meet the Characters

Rowan – Is a normal class working girl with one exception, she’s a white witch. Rowan is kind hearted and like most other women she has bad luck when it comes to men. Personally I think she’s something other than a white witch, but you will have to read the story to find out what I’m thinking.

She’s a librarian by day and at night she reads the tarot for friends and customers of the nightclub where she works.

Rick – Hmmmmmmm the delicious vampire with long dark hair, masculine and well defined features. How I wish I could find a man like Rick. He oozes sex appeal and I want him!
Wait! Did I say find a man like Rick? Ok he’s not a man, but he’s one hell of a sexy vampire and if he walked across my path, I certainly wouldn’t say no.

Klaus – Is an elder vampire and a guest of Rick’s, but for what reason?

Draugar – Wait till you meet him, because that’s all I’m going to say.

So Who is Morgan Hawke?

Morgan Hawke is my favourite vampire erotic author of all time and if you like to read and be lost in a book with your juices flowing, you NEED a book written by Morgan.

Sometime ago, Morgan presented me with two stories for publication on my site, which back in those days was known as ‘Lair of the SheBitch’.  Enjoy these FREE tales of vampire erotica and be sure to visit Morgan’s personal website for her latest publications.

Click here to read Night Waitress

Click here to read Passions Vintage

Click here LiaCarla’s Review of Uber Gothic

Click here to visit Morgan Hawke’s personal website DarkErotica.net

When I was about 15 years old I was a big fan of Hammer Horror Dracula, and would often fantasise about Christopher Lee seducing me with his lustful charms, with the end result of me becoming a vampire and I would have all the powers to seduce whoever I wanted.

Those days have long gone and sometimes I view Hammer Horror as corny. It just doesn’t hold that appeal for me any more as there’s no spark to ignite my imagination.

All this has now changed and Morgan Hawke has brought it all back to me with her amazing stories of lust and excitement. I yearn for the pleasures she writes about and if she writes from personal experience, I’m jealous as Hell.

Uber Gothic is her latest novel to be published and this story right from the start grabs your attention as you wonder what’s about to unfold.

Sygni Darkheart is a powerful witch who has undergone many an adventure. She visits her good friend Morwyn to track down an intruder inside her castle and this is where the fun begins.

Vampires, werewolves, witchcraft and Gods all come to life in this never-ending adventure of powerful sex, lust, new alliances and love. The story just builds and builds and as you get to know each of the characters, you find yourself slowly being drawn into their world as your emotions for each of the characters begin to evolve.

My two favourite characters are Sygni and Galen the vampire. In fact I want a Galen of my own now and if Morgan’s stories ever end up on the big screen, I’m sure that thousands of women from across the world will think the same as me.

I also love the character of Sam because he cracks me up with his interactions with Galen but it’s obvious that these two have a lot of respect for one another.

The only criticism I have about Uber Gothic is that the character of Inspector Coventry did my head in. I wouldn’t like to meet someone like him, as he’d annoy the Hell out of me. He’s boring, big headed, stubborn and I can see why Sygni doesn’t like the guy. Actually, it’s not a criticism at all as Morgan Hawke’s character writing is so believable and full of emotion, hence why I can’t stand the inspector.

This story builds and builds into a climaxing finish and to be honest, I’m quite upset that I’ve finished reading it because I want to stay in their world. I don’t want to leave the characters behind and I feel like it’s a loss.

No doubt this will change when she releases her next novel and I can’t wait.

If you’re looking for some excitement and a good novel to read that is guaranteed to turn you on then buy this. Honestly you won’t be sorry.

Click here to read a synopsis and buy Uber Gothic.  You won’t be disappointed!

Reviewed by LiaCarla

Two Hollywood Vampires Find a Potent Cocktail.

By Morgan Hawke

Bryn did not discover that the snow on the mountain road was too deep for her car until her Saturn slid into a snow bank and stalled. She pounded her fists on the steering wheel. “Damn it! I am going to be late for that convention!”

An hour later, headlights burned in her rearview mirror. She shoved her way out of the snowbound car and waved at the oncoming SUV. To her relief, the driver spotted her and stopped. The passenger side window buzzed down and a familiar Hollywood face smiled at her with snapping black eyes.

“Having a bit of trouble are we?” His hair was almost pure silver and hung over his shoulder in a long tail pulled back from his broad and handsome brow. His accent was rich with European tones.

Bryn’s mouth fell open. She closed it with a snap. “Yes I am. The car won’t start and my cell phone isn’t working…”

He shook his head. “I’m afraid that cell phones don’t work anywhere on this mountain. You’ll have to wait out the snow until a tow truck can get to you, and that may be quite a while.”

Bryn stomped her chilled feet. “The car won’t start. I don’t know how long the battery will keep the car warm…”

He raised his silver brows. “Well then, I guess you had best come with me.” He leaned over and the door opened an inch.

Bryn pulled the door open and delicious heat washed over her. “If you don’t mind…”

“Mind!” He laughed. His mature yet still striking face creased in lines of humor.” Don’t you want to be rescued?”

Bryn shook her head. “I see what you mean.” She stomped the snow from her boots and climbed onto the leather bench seat, pulling the door closed behind her. “Thank you for rescuing me.”

“My pleasure, of course.” He nodded and turned the steering wheel sharply, bringing the SUV around in the snow to head back the way he had come. He watched the road with narrowed eyes. Tire chains rang, cheerfully biting through the snow to the asphalt below.

Bryn tried hard not to stare. He was dressed warmly in a long wool-lined leather coat over a thick sweater knitted in black lamb’s wool. For an older gentleman he was incredibly attractive. His shoulders were broad and he seemed to be in amazingly good shape.

“I don’t mean to pry, but you look like…”

“That could be because I am.” He glanced at her and raised a brow. “Call me Connor.”

I’m sitting next to… She bit her lip and pressed her hand over her heart to calm the pounding. Oh my god…

“Do you have a name?” he asked softly.

“Oh, yes.” She swallowed. “I’m Bryn.”

“Well Bryn, what do you do?” He gave her a heart-stopping smile. “Besides getting stuck in snow banks and rescued by aging movie stars?”

Bryn blushed. “Oh, I’m just a novelist. I write fantasy and science-fiction. I’m expected at the fantasy con just over the state border to do a bunch of book signings.”

“Really? Well, I just happen to read fantasy and science-fiction. What have you written?”

Bryn stammered out a few titles.

“You don’t say, I have indeed read your work.”

“You have?” Bryn was floored.

He nodded and delivered a smile. “Very entertaining, good imagination. As a matter of fact, the gentleman I’m sharing my cabin with also reads your work. He’s rather fond of your stories.”

“Really?” She grinned. “Wow, I’m flattered.” Another movie star?

“Good, because the price of your rescue is to let both of us aging movie stars seduce you.” He glanced over at her with tight smile and raised brow.

Seduce? Bryn bit her lip and felt her heart thud in her chest. “Me? You want to seduce me?” She felt a tightening in her belly and a distinct gathering of moisture in her panties. “But you’re the sexiest man in Hollywood! There has to be thousands of beautiful girls, models, movie stars and singers all throwing themselves at you daily. Why would you want to seduce me?”

Connor shrugged and stared at the snowy road ahead. “Perhaps because we’re tired of empty-headed actresses looking for someone to help them climb the Hollywood ladder of fame, by sleeping with whoever would have them?”

“Oh…”

“Oh, indeed.” He turned and smiled. “I find that I have grown quite an appetite for someone with an imagination. I know that my associate, Nick is literally starving for want of quality companionship.” He stared out the windshield and a frown touched his lips. “As a matter of fact, I can guarantee that both of us are in dire need of a young lady like yourself,” he added softly.

Bryn shook her head and chuckled. “You sound like a pair of vampires looking for a decent blood-donor.”

Connor stared hard for an entire second then his smile reappeared. “Yes, I suppose it does sound that way.”

***

“This way my dear.” Connor, held the door open to the small, enclosed porch for Bryn. “It’s very humble, but it’s private.”

“I love my Saturn, but I didn’t think I’d need tire-chains this early in the year!” She stomped her feet on the small rag carpet, knocking snow from her boots then looked up at the older gentleman. She had not realized that he was quite so tall, or so broad-shouldered.

Connor closed the door firmly behind her, making sure that it locked. “Please, let me take your coat.”

Bryn unbuttoned the long wool coat. “I don’t want to intrude on your privacy…”

Connor smiled broadly. “I assure you, your company will be well appreciated.” He helped her from her long coat and his eyes traveled down the lush and richly curved figure escaping the shapeless black wool. Her waist was satisfyingly small and her bottom invitingly robust. “Indeed, the pleasure is all mine.” He hung her coat on a hook by the door, and then dragged his fingers through the long silver tail that hung over his shoulder, knocking loose a small amount of settled snow. “Why don’t you take off your boots?”

“Oh, okay…” Bryn bent over to pull off her boots.

Connor’s gaze traveled over her plentiful rump tracing the back seam of her tight jeans down to the juncture of her rounded thighs. He leaned back to catch a view of the plump division that outlined her female flesh. He shook his head, whistled softly and jerked off his leather coat to hang it on another hook by the door. “Nick,” he called out. “I rescued some company for this evening.”

Bryn tucked her boots against the wall and straightened. With a soft sigh, she dug her fingers into the decorative twist of her hair. “How long do you think I’ll have to wait before I can go back to my car?”

Connor watched, fascinated as her hair tumbled loose to fall to her hips in long strawberry-blonde waves. “Oh, I doubt you’ll be able to leave the mountain for the rest of the weekend at least.”

She turned around and bit her lip. “But I’m due at the convention…”

Conner’s brows rose. “Would it be so bad, spending the weekend here, with us?”

“I’d love to spend time with you, but the whole weekend? Are you sure?”

Connor’s gaze dropped to the full bosom encased under the thick black wool of her sweater then leaped back up to focus on her mouth. “Oh, I’m sure I can think of something you might do to show your appreciation.”

She raised a brow and her cheek dimpled. “I see.”

“What is it now?” Nick appeared in the doorway in an iron gray sweater and creased jeans, wiping his hands on a dishtowel. He was as broad-shouldered as Connor but taller and loose-limbed with short-cropped iron gray hair. His black eyes focused on the shapely read-head. “Holy fuck…” His sharply arched brows rose and he took a half-step back. “Where’d you find her?” His voice was pure New York drawl.

Bryn stared in astonishment. It was the bad-boy of Hollywood himself, and without his trademark sunglasses. He looked as shocked as Bryn felt.

Connor held out a hand. “This is Bryn. I found her on the side of the road, and offered her a place to wait out the snow. She’s agreed to keep us company. What do you think?”

Bryn smiled up at the very familiar Nick. “Will I do?”

Nick’s mouth opened, then closed. He nodded.

Connor leaned toward Bryn. “I think he likes you.” He raised a brow at Nick. “Do we have any hot chocolate and Glenfidditch left?”

Nick jerked back another step. “Uh, yeah, sure. I’ll go and…” He backed into the doorway with a hard thump. He grabbed his bruised elbow and looked at the doorway in some surprise. He stared a Bryn a moment more. “I’ll uh, go get it.” He turned carefully around and clomped with some speed back into the cabin.

Bryn looked up at Connor. “Is that?”

Connor nodded and patted her shoulder. “Very much so.”

She tilted her head. “Did I scare him?”

“He’s used to intimidating people.” Connor smiled broadly. “The change will do him some good.” He waved her forward. “Come in, I have a couch I wish to introduce you to.”

Bryn walked into the small and spare living room. The floor was wood and covered with an aged rag rug. The black leather couch against the wall directly in front of her was overstuffed and worn. There was a huge bow window to the left, framed by heavy gray velvet curtains. A huge, and equally worn recliner along with an old standing lamp was parked right in front of the window. Someone was rattling dishes past the narrow doorway sharing the wall with the couch. A small television was parked on an end table against the wall on her right.

Connor stopped her with his broad hands on her shoulders. “Welcome to our humble hide-away.” He leaned over to brush his lips against her ear. “Now remember, you promised to let us seduce you in payment for a place out of the snow.”

She turned her head and leaned back into him. Her lips were only a breath away from his. “Does this mean you want me to resist?” She raised a brow. “Or shall I simply play innocent?”

Connor’s face registered a small amount of astonishment then he let out a soft laugh. “Adventuresome are we?”

Bryn swayed her bottom, rubbing against the erection beginning to tent his wool trousers. “Who me?” Her smile was pure sin.

Connor’s black eyes sparked with humor and heat. “In that case…” His hands slid from her shoulders down. He cupped the full curves of her breasts and squeezed their softness. “I think this sweater needs to come off.” His hands slid further down to grab the hem of offending sweater and tugged it up. “I have this terrible urge to see what your nipples taste like.”

Bryn raised her arms. “We mustn’t deny you your urges. It’s bad for your health.”

He loosed a deep rumbling laugh and tugged the sweater off, pulling a long-sleeved shirt with it. She turned around wearing a lacy confection of a bra that made Connor’s mouth water. Her nipples were clearly visible, a soft pink in color and rigid with interest. “Well now,” he said softly. “Isn’t that a pretty sight?”

Bryn’s cheeks flushed with heat. She reached behind her and her long hair fell over her shoulder.

Connor put his hands on her shoulders. “Don’t.”

Bryn looked up at him. “You don’t want me to take off my bra?”

He smiled warmly. “It is impolite to unwrap my presents for me.”

“Oh.” She straightened up.

“Put your arms around me and I’ll take care of your bit of lace…”

She stepped close encircling his waist with her arms then pressed her cheek against his sweater. He was so warm…

“Oh, that’s nice, squeeze a little tighter.” His fingers worked on the hooks of her bra and the lace came free. “All right, let’s see what you brought me.” He gently pushed her back and his eyes devoured the enticing curves and the prominent nipples. “Enchanting…” He dropped the bra on the floor then dropped down on one knee and reached for her with both hands.

Bryn sucked in a breath. His hands were warm. He palmed her breasts and slowly squeezed. She bit her lip to stop a moan. His thumbs slid back and forth across her taut nipples and the bumpy ridges that surrounded them. Tiny bolts of sharp pleasure streaked straight down to her core. Tension coiled tight and a wet throb struck her. A soft sound escaped her lips. One of his arms wrapped around her waist pulling her closer. His hand lifted her breast to his mouth.

His breath was warm against her flesh then his mouth took her. Hot, wet, exciting… He sucked, pulling hard on her nipple. A gasp broke free from her throat and a fine trembling started in her limbs. Exquisite torment… She was forced to put her hands on his shoulders or collapse. Her back arched, pressing her breast tighter to his sucking mouth. The wet sounds of his mouth suckling and her own soft moans filled her ears.

His arm left her waist and she felt his hand at the belt on her black jeans. The pants came open and were tugged down to her hips. She leaned away to give him room and he pressed a hand against her spine, bringing her back to his mouth. He captured the other nipple with his lips and she felt the pinch of teeth. She jolted with the sensual ache and a soft whimper slid free. His hand burrowed into her jeans. His finger brushed the plump lips that protected the secret folds of her moist flesh. She gasped with the delicious shock.

He released her breast with a wet smack. “You keep trimmed I see.” His eyes were dilated to blackness. He licked his lips.

Rendered speechless from the overload of pleasure, Bryn cold only nod.

Her jeans were tugged past her butt then down to her knees. His palm covered her heat and one finger slid up into her moist channel. She rocked forward and moaned. Her eyes fluttered closed.

“Like that, do you?” His thumb slid across her swollen flesh. “That is a very engorged little clit…” He pulled back and thrust two fingers into her. His hand moved against and within her making sounds of wet suction.

She gasped and pumped against his hand. He felt so good, moving inside her…

Connor’s hand slid from her flesh. She sighed with frustration and opened her eyes in time to see him rise to his feet while sucking on his palm.

He smiled. “Delicious. Now, let’s get you the rest of the way undressed. I want to fuck you properly.”

Bryn gave him a tired smile.

“Nothing to say?” He raised a brow. “Or too excited to speak?”

Bryn let out a soft laugh and nodded. He helped her step from her jeans. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this, um…”

“Aroused?”

She smiled and felt her cheeks heat. “Yes, aroused.”

“Good, that’s exactly the way I want you to be.” He turned her around. “Let’s get you over to the couch so I can do terrible things to you.” Her jeans were left in a crumpled heap on the floor.

Nick was standing in the doorway with a tumbler full of dark golden liquor in one hand and a steaming mug in the other. “Jesus wept, she’s…” His eyes were wide and his mouth slack. “Fuck me stupid,” he said softly. “How the hell do you get them naked so fast?”

“There you are Nick.” Connor smiled broadly. “Would you mind putting those down on the television set?”

“Uh, sure…” Nick walked into the room and strode behind Connor, his eyes glued to the naked Bryn. Connor pushed Bryn toward the couch. “The lovely Bryn is going to spread herself open and masturbate for us while we get undressed.”

Nick swallowed visibly and looked at Connor. “She’s going to…” He nearly dropped the tumbler and the mug on the floor.

Connor nodded. “That’s right, play with her little pussy for us.” He leaned down to Bryn’s ear. “You don’t mind do you? Nick is something of a voyeur and it makes him frantic when a girl diddles herself.”

Bryn shook her head. “I don’t mind…”

“Good, up you get…” He helped her onto the couch. “Sit in the middle and spread those luscious thighs wide, I don’t want Nick to miss a thing.”

Bryn settled back on the cool leather and spread her knees, catching her heels on the edge of the cushions. Using both hands, she spread her plump closely trimmed cleft and exposed the damp inner folds surrounding the opening to her body.

Nick sucked in a breath. “Christ, Connor it’s pink.”

Connor snorted. “That’s the color it’s supposed to be.” He pulled off his sweater, exposing the silver hair on his chest. “That pussy hasn’t been used by every producer in Hollywood.” He unbuckled his trousers. “Nick, you are supposed to be getting undressed.”

Nick yanked his sweater off in a hurry.

Bryn stroked her fingers among the wet folds of her body. She dipped her middle finger into the wet nether-mouth of her body then rubbed the swollen nub of her clit with the moisture. Delicious pleasure wracked her and she writhed on the leather. She could feel her own excitement wetting her thighs.

Connor pushed his trousers off and his cock jutted forward fully erect with a sharp upward curve. He cradled his flesh in his palm and pulled back the foreskin exposing the deep purple of the swollen head. With a soft sigh of appreciation for the view, he stroked the hard length of his cock.

Nick dropped his jeans and kicked them away. His erect cock curved sharply and the head glistened with moisture. He closed his hand on his cock and stroked the smooth length.

Bryn slid her middle finger in and out of her wet cunt, finger-fucking herself. Both men watched avidly. Bryn found it painfully arousing to see two men so hard and hungry for her. She was wetting their couch with her excitement. The muscles in her thighs flexed as she clenched and unclenched, rocking with the building tension. She squeezed her breast with her other hand and pinched a nipple.

“Fuck, Connor, she looks…” Nick swallowed and pulled on his cock with enthusiasm. “She looks…”

Connor stroked his cock and let out a heartfelt groan. “The word you are searching for is ‘delicious’.”

“Fuck yeah…” Nick’s eyes narrowed hungrily. “When do we eat,” he said beneath his breath.

Bryn sucked in small gasping breaths. She pulled her wet finger from her body and rubbed her clit. She was going to cum, very soon; right there on the couch and right in front of them.

Connor raised a brow at Nick “Soon, very soon.” He strode to the couch, his cock waving before him. “All right then my dear…” Connor lifted one knee onto the couch and caught her hands. “Don’t bring yourself off.” Gently but firmly pulled them from her flesh. “That’s for us to do.”

Bryn took a deep breath and groaned with frustration. She was so close!

“Yes I know… You’ll get yours, I promise.” Connor smiled. “Come up on your knees and face this way.” He helped her balance on the plush couch and turned her to face him. “That’s a good girl. Are you ready?”

“What do you want me to do?”

Connor lifted her chin and angled his cock at her lips. “Open your mouth, I have something for you.”

Bryn opened her mouth and took his cock. He was warm on her tongue with an interesting musky flavor. She sucked him in and lashed the bottom of his cock with her tongue.

Connor groaned “What a delightful…” He choked. “Tongue.” He turned to look at Nick. “Come over here Nick. Get behind her and feel these tits.”

Nick dropped onto the couch behind her. “Real?”

Connor nodded. “Oh, very much so.”

“Connor, you’re shitting me…” Nick reached around and cupped her warm resilient flesh. “You’re not shitting me…” He squeezed her breasts in his hands. “My god, they’re so soft!”

Connor chuckled. “That’s because they’re not made of space-age plastic.”

Nick stroked her sensitive and swollen nipples with his thumbs and Bryn moaned. She pressed her ass back against Nick’s rigid erection, undulating against his heated flesh.

Nick sighed. “She can actually feel that…”

Connor gasped. “God her mouth…” He raised a brow at Nick. “She can feel you because her nipples were never removed then stitched back together. I told you, they’re real.”

He groaned. “I’ll never do another damn actress again.”

Connor raised a stern brow. “I told you not to do actresses in the first place; there’s nothing in them for you.”

Nick curled his lip. “I noticed.”

“About damned time…”

Bryn slid a hand down to her wet and hungry flesh. She stroked her over-excited clit with a wet finger and her hips bucked. She drove her mouth down then pulled back sucking strongly.

Connor sucked a harsh breath. “Bryn, you delightful girl… Nick, she’s good, it won’t take me long, I’m about there…”

She could feel him pulsing in her mouth. She was ready to cum on her fingers with Connor’s cock in her mouth and Nick’s hands on her breasts.

Connor abruptly caught her hands and pulled them away. “No, no, I don’t want you to touch yourself.”

Bryn groaned in frustration and twisted her wrists. Damn it she wanted to cum!

“Nick take her wrists and be gentle.”

Bryn felt her wrists pulled firmly behind her. A wet pulse of excitement throbbed in her pussy. She couldn’t believe they wanted her enough to actually hold her.

“I got her.” Nick took her wrists in one hand then slid an arm around her waist. He pressed up against her and rubbed his dick along the crack of her ass. “Mother-fuck! She’s got a nice ass…”

Bryn sucked harder, working Connor’s entire length as deep into her throat as she could before pulling back to catch a breath. The idea of being spattered with their cum was breathtakingly arousing.

Connor groaned sliding his dick in, then out of her snug and skillful mouth. “I’m about to spend.”

“Thank fucking God, I’m gonna spill on her ass in just a second…”

“Nick, don’t you dare…”

“I won’t, I won’t… But Christ I’m dying here!”

Connor took Bryn’s bobbing head in both hands. “Bryn I need you to drink my cum.”

Bryn pulled back and made a soft sound of protest. She didn’t mind getting it all over her, but she didn’t want to swallow it!

Connor fisted his hands in her hair and shoved his cock further down her throat. “No, I really need you to swallow my dear.” He pulled back an inch to thrust again, shoving as deep as he could go. “I simply must insist.” Her nose pressed against his belly.

Bryn couldn’t breath and her throat closed tightly around the cock in her throat. She whimpered in fright.

He gasped and rocked against her mouth. “Her throat is so damned tight!” Abruptly he felt his load release from his balls and pump into her. “Ah…”

Suddenly Bryn’s throat filled with a thick hot liquid. She twisted in Nick’s hands, fighting to breathe without swallowing.

“Swallow…” Connor groaned.

Nick pressed tightly against her back. “Drink it baby,” he crooned against her ear. “Drink it and you’ll feel much better.”

Connor gasped for breath. “And so will I.”

Desperate for air, Bryn was forced to swallow.

“Good girl!” Connor gasped and released her head, pulling his cock from her mouth. “Thank God, I thought she was going to kill me!”

Bryn fell back against Nick and gasped for air. Connor’s cum was a sticky coating in her mouth and she had to swallow again.

“Are you all right my dear?” Connor brushed a palm across her forehead and. “I’m truly sorry, but I just had to have you swallow.” He cupped her face in his palms and looked deeply into her eyes. “Can you forgive me?”

Bryn stared into the solid black of his eyes. He hadn’t really hurt her and he seemed to appreciate it so much… She sighed and nodded.

“That’s my good girl.” He delivered a breathtaking smile then his hands slid down her throat, over her collarbones and across the tops of her breasts.

Bryn felt his fingers brush her nipple then he pinched it gently. She gasped and fire blazed from her nipple straight down. Heat abruptly swelled in her stomach and spread into her already ravenous pussy. She arched back against Nick with a gasp.

“Hold onto her or she’ll be on the floor…” Connor sat back on the couch and chuckled. “In about five more seconds she’ll be well under. Oh, and make sure you keep track of her hands. Don’t let her touch herself, we don’t want her to cum just yet.”

Bryn was on fire with lust. Nick’s arms came around her to keep her from falling off the couch. She writhed across his lap. A red wash flooded her mind and all thought fled.

Connor nodded. “There she goes, she’ll be out of it for a little while.”

Nick looked up at Connor. “I’ve never seen such a fast reaction…”

“It’s her first drink from one of us and she’s very potent. They always go under this fast.”

Nick scowled. “How the fuck do you find them?”

“Once you know what to look for, you can smell it on their skin.” Connor grinned broadly. “I could smell her potential as soon as she got in my SUV. Watch her, she’s too far under to control herself.”

Nick grabbed for her hands. He gasped. “Christ, she’s rubbing her ass on my dick! I’m gonna explode if I don’t get to dump my load soon!”

“A little patience will do you good.” Connor chuckled. “She needs to stew for just a bit longer. Lay her down on the couch, so she’s off your dick. As soon as her body grows accustomed to what I’ve just put in her, she’ll have orgasm after orgasm and we’ll stuff ourselves stupid.”

Nick caught her wrists in one of his hands. “Will she be this way every time she’s sucks one of us?”

Connor hooked his leg between hers to keep her from squeezing her thighs together. “Her next drink won’t affect her this way. She’ll get aroused, but not mindless like this. She’ll simply do anything we want and enjoy it, perfectly aware, and perfectly obedient.”

They stretched Bryn out between them. The leather couch creaked as Bryn writhed, rolling and moaning like a cat.

Connor leaned over to take the hot chocolate, and the tumbler of whisky from the top of the television set beside him. He held the chocolate out to Nick. “Drink your chocolate.”

“I’d rather have the whisky…”

“I told you, no alcohol this weekend. Take the chocolate.”

Nick took the mug and grimaced at the warm liquid. “I’m fucking swimming in chocolate…”

“Chocolate boosts our sex drive, the same way it does in a human female. Alcohol kills our appetite.” Connor sipped at his whisky.

“Then why the fuck, are you drinking it?”

“Because, unlike you, I have a healthy appetite. I have gray hair because it suits me. You have it because you’re famished.” Connor raised a brow. “If you drank a little less, you would have noticed your needs a lot sooner…”

“I did notice the damned hunger…” He took a hard swallow of the chocolate. “I was drinking to keep from raping some unsuspecting waitress…”

“I told you to find yourself a nice ordinary mistress. Artists are easy to catch. They’re usually poor and easily swayed by a pretty face with a fat checkbook. That’s how I do it…”

“I thought you lost your last mistress?” Nick sneered. “To one of the Irish brothers?”

Connor gave him a sour smile. “I was careless, I should have never let her stay in that isolated studio.” He shook his head. “The son of a bitch had his dick down her throat before I even knew he’d found her. By the time I tracked them down, she had so much of his cum in her, she could barely remember her own name, never mind mine.” Connor sipped his whisky. “I left her with him. Pity, She’ll be ruined for any one of us after he and his brothers are through with her. Luckily, they get bored fast. She’ll be cut loose equipped with a fat bank account before the year is out.”

Nick frowned. “You don’t want her back?”

Connor shrugged. “I was already looking for a new mistress. I had stopped visiting before my last contract ended… Probably why the boy thought it was safe to take her. Once they’re done with her, I’ll make sure she goes to a nice quiet town on the other side of the country where she can do her art in peace.”

“So what was wrong with your artist?” Nick finished the chocolate in his mug and grimaced. “Was she nuts?”

Connor chuckled. “No, only actresses are crazy.” He smiled at Nick’s frown “She was a little too housebound for my taste. I need someone that can stay on location while I’m working.” His gaze drifted down to Bryn who was making soft sounds of distress. He reached out a stroked her soft thigh. “Perhaps someone that uses a laptop rather than a canvas to create…”

“You and your mistresses…” Nick shook his head. “Where do you find the time?”

“When it comes to needs like ours, you have to be practical.” Connor smiled then raised a brow at Nick. “Why don’t you find nice plump artist? There are plenty in Seattle. They’re good for you, and usually too busy with their work to interfere with yours. You drop in, you get your jollies, and a meal then you go…”

“I don’t want a nice plump artist.”

Connor rolled his eyes. “No, you had to have a damned actress!”

Nick frowned. “I don’t see why I have to give her up Connor.”

Connor curled his lip. “Because you are starving you fool! You’re a full two decades younger than I am, and you look like Hell! If you don’t feed properly, you’re going to lose your career! Damn it man, if this keeps up you will end up in a box!”

Nick stared at Connor with a black scowl. “I know, damn you! I know…”

“When was the last time you felt your teeth?” Connor downed the last of the whisky in his glass. “I’ll bet my house in Big Sur that she doesn’t even bring them out…”

“She gets me hard…” Nick lifted his chin. “She’s perfect…”

“She only ‘looks’ perfect. Money and a good surgeon will do that.” Connor shook his head and gave him a sour smile. “Inside, she has about as much value as a Twinkie, and your body knows it.” Connor shook his head. “I’m right aren’t I? She doesn’t bring them out.”

“You know what?” A growl rose from Nick’s chest. “Fuck you.”

Connor leaned over and squeezed Bryn’s plump breast. She arched up under his hand and moaned, her eyes were half-closed and had dilated to wide black pools. Her skin was flushed and thighs glistened with moisture from her excitement. He watched Nick take a deep breath, then lick his lips. Connor narrowed an eye at Nick and smiled. “I’ll bet that your teeth are fully out, right now.”

Nick scowled. “Yeah, so?”

“Good.” Connor nodded. “Because I’d say our girl is just about ready, even for your particular kink. Help me flip her over; she needs to suck you as soon as she snaps out of it. After that, we’ll have a nice ride for the rest of the night. Possibly for the rest of the weekend.”

Nick pushed her upright. “Christ… I haven’t had my dick sucked in so fucking long…”

Connor snorted. “The other reason why you’re starving.”

Nick bared a pair of over-long canines. “Will you get off my ass for five minutes?”

Connor bared his own long canines. “So you do have teeth after all…” His sneer became a feral smile. “Let’s get you sucked, fucked and fed.”

“Anything to get you off my fucking ass.”

Bryn was shoved and maneuvered onto her belly. She felt as weak as a kitten and at the same time as wound up as a spring. The carnal hunger in her was so fierce she could barely string two thoughts together. She focused and saw a thick hard cock right in front of her lips.

Connor moved her hair to one side “Bryn, open your mouth.”

Bryn opened and took Nick’s cock to the root in one strong suck.

“Christ!” Nick gasped and threw his head back, grabbing for the back of the couch to keep from falling over. “Oh my fucking god!”

Connor chuckled. “I told you she was good.” He eyed the plump bottom swaying right in front of him. “Apparently, she likes her work.” With a satisfied smile, he cupped her ass in his palms and squeezed. She moaned in response. He sucked on two of his fingers and slid them both into her hungry pussy. She pressed back onto his hand, and he obliged by sliding in and out with satisfyingly wet sucking sounds.

“Nick, how are we doing?”

Nick gasped. “Fuck… I’m nearly there.” He choked and pumped up into Bryn’s mouth.

“Good, because I really want to fuck this tight little pussy.”

“Mother fuck!” Nick lunged upright and pressed Bryn’s mouth down onto him. “God! I’m coming… Suck it baby! Suck it,” he gasped out.

Connor stoked Bryn’s back. “That’s our good girl… Swallow it all and we’ll give you a nice hard fuck, right now.”

Nick fell back on the couch with a guttural moan, and Bryn lifted her head choking for air. Connor pulled her upright and into his arms.

He wiped the hair from her brow and watched her throat work as she swallowed. “Swallow it all down my dear.” She licked her lips. “That’s our good girl.

She blinked up at him.

Connor raised a brow. “Are you still with us?”

Bryn nodded. “Yeah…

Connor gave her a blinding smile. “Excellent! Now since you gave us what we wanted, we get to please you.” He turned to look at Nick. “Are you going to live?”

Nick gasped for breath. “Shut the fuck up!”

Connor let out a deep laugh. “All right Bryn, sit up and face me, I have a nice hard cock for you to fuck.” Connor helped her up onto her knees then cupped his hands under her ass and lifted her. “Put your legs around my waist… Have I told you what a fine ass you have?”

Bryn set her hands on Connor’s shoulders. Her whole body was trembling. “Thank you… ” Then she caught the gleam of long teeth behind his full lips. She blinked. Her hands clenched on his shoulders and her heart slammed in her chest. “Um, Connor?”

His eyes narrowed. “Is something wrong?”

Bryn sucked on her bottom lip. “I don’t mean to pry but…”

“But?”

“Uh… My what big teeth you have?” She winced. “I’m sorry but they were kind’a hard to miss and I do write on the subject, so…” Bryn shrugged. What else was there to say?

Nick was a conspicuous silence but there was no mistaking the creak of the leather couch behind her.

Connor’s arm closed tightly around her waist. “Yes, Bryn, we’re vampires.” He raised a brow. “Does it bother you?”

Bryn was having a hard time breathing around the beating of her heart. “Am I gonna die?”

Connor smiled broadly, showing the full length of his white teeth. “No my dear, we don’t need that much, a good hard fuck and a sip or two. You’ll barely notice, I promise.”

Bryn let out a breath. “Oh, well as long as I get to go home… ”

Connor nodded. “Eventually.”

Nick leaned up and peered over her shoulder. “You know not to say anything…” His voice was soft and deadly.

Bryn raised a sarcastic brow. “Like anyone would believe me?” She rolled her eyes. “Oh please…”

Connor let out a deep rumbling laugh that shook the whole couch. “Incredible, simply incredible… Feeling better Nick?”

Nick frowned. “You really don’t care that we’re vampires?”

Bryn raised a brow. “You haven’t been paying attention. Vampires are really popular right now, everybody wants to do one…”

Nick leaned back. “Son of a bitch!” He laughed and got off the couch. Completely naked, he padded off to the other room.

Bryn turned to Connor and grinned. “Now, about that good hard fuck?”

Connor shook his head and chuckled. “We mustn’t deny a lady’s request…”

“What do you want me to do?”

Connor looked up into her face and smiled. “Your job is to make sounds of pleasure. Our job is to make those sounds come out of your mouth.” He let her slide down his chest and onto his cock. The wet folds of her body opened to engulf him and swallow him whole.

A gasping moan escaped her lips. He was big and delicious.

“See?” He groaned as she settled down onto him. She was so very wet and snug. “There… Now I’m doing my job.”

Bryn chuckled.

Connor gasped as her muscles massaged his dick lodged within her. “Oh, that was nice, do that again…”

Bryn couldn’t stop herself from rocking forward. Tension coiled tight, she was so excited, it wasn’t going to take much to cum. She moaned again.

Nick dropped onto the couch. “Miss me?”

Connor raised a brow. “Not really…”

Nick reached around Bryn to cup her breasts in his hands and squeezed. “God! Damn! These tits are nice…”

Bryn whimpered and leaned back against Nick. His hands felt so damned good… She arched her spine to raise herself more snugly into his palms. His thumbs played with her nipples.

Nick sucked a harsh breath. “You got room for one more?”

Connor leaned over. “What have you got over there?”

“Butter.”

Connor chuckled. “Good idea.” He caught Bryn around the waist and pulled her against his chest. “Lift her up, this one’s not afraid of a little kink.”

Nick cupped his hands under her butt. “Now that is an ass…”

“I was just mentioning that.”

Bryn felt pressure against the rose of her anus. Something large, warm and slick was pushing to get inside. She whimpered.

“Bryn,” Connor whispered against her ear. “Relax and push against him. Push out and your body will open.”

Bryn let out a breath and fought to calm herself. The pressure increased. She pushed out and felt something large and very hard slowly fight its way up her tight passage.

There was a deep-throated groan from Nick. “Shit she’s tight… Connor, this is not an ass that’s seen a whole lot of traffic…

“I could have told you that,” Connor said dryly.

Bryn gasped as the fullness increased. Her thighs settled on top of their folded legs.

“I’m in all the fucking way…” Nick groaned. “Damn, that feels good.”

“Are you all right my dear?”

Bryn took a breath. “Yes… You’re both really hard, and I feel really, um… Full…”

Connor laughed softly. “She feels really full Nick.”

Nick gasped. “Real tits and a nice tight ass… I’m in fucking heaven!”

Connor pressed his lips to Bryn’s ear. “This is where you do the fucking my girl, and make all those lovely sounds we want to hear. Use your legs to squeeze.”

Bryn squeezed her thighs and rocked forward. Both men groaned. The cocks lodged in her shifted with incredible friction. She could feel them stretching her. Tension burned in her belly. Connor sucked on two fingers and slid his hand between their bodies. Bryn felt him touch her clit and she gasped, jolted hard with brutal voluptuous greed.

Her hands clenched on Connor’s shoulders and she rose against the fingers pressing against her heated flesh. Nick’s hands closed tightly on her breasts and Connor kept an arm securely around her waist. There were two cocks in her body, and both men were panting in either ear. Two men… Her body released a sudden spat of moisture and she slid back down on them both.

Excitement and urgency rose hot and delicious within Bryn. She sucked in a breath as impassioned and overwhelming ravenous need gripped her. She rose and twisted her hips to feel the two cocks move within her then clenched her inner muscles and dropped down on them. A groan escaped both men.

Bryn rose and fell again, tightening as she came down on them…

Connor groaned long and hard. “Are you squeezing my dear?”

She panted. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No!” Nick gasped. “For god’s sake don’t stop!” He rose up under her, shoving his cock hard up her ass. “Do not let her stop, Connor. I think I’m going to blow my wad…”

“That means no, keep doing that delightful…”

Bryn rose and fell on them again.

Connor grunted. “Thing that you’re doing…”

She dug her fingers into Connor’s shoulders and pulled herself up, then fell back, impaling herself on the rigid hardness of both cocks. Then again, and again… Compulsively faster and ferociously harder… Delicious and savage pleasure burned through her. Her mouth opened and she moaned her delight.

Connor’s hand on her back slid in the moisture forming on her skin. “She’s getting close,” he said softly. “She’s just gotten her adrenaline rush.”

“I’m gonna fucking die here,” Nick gasped out.

She hungrily ground down on them, relishing the feeling of them stretching her, tormenting herself with their uncompromising hardness. The bright glittering edge of climax threatened.

Connor took a harsh breath and caught Nick’s gaze. “Are you ready?” He moved her long hair over, uncovering one shoulder. “Remember, not the throat. Stay on the muscle above the collarbone.”

“I know, I know…” Nick groaned. “You sure there’s enough?”

“You’ll see.”

Bryn whimpered with the ruthless building hunger… She was ready to explode, she balanced right on the very painful edge.

Nick moaned. “Now Connor?”

“Bryn,” Connor said softly. “Cum for us. Cum right now…”

The tension released, crushing her in wave after wave heartless savage euphoria. She screamed.

“Now. Sip her like cognac. I have a feeling this one is going to be very potent…”

Bryn felt Nick’s mouth on her shoulder. She felt Connor thrust up into her and another sudden vicious wave of pleasure burned through her. She writhed and felt the twin burn of Nick’s bite. An odd, mental penetration slid through her, She could feel Nick sharing the sexual pleasure of her climax. She moaned.

“Nick, I think she likes you.”

Nick shuddered under and within her, incited by her pleasure. She felt him thrust up hard, then again… His arm closed tightly around her waist and he pulled her down hard holding her. His cock trembled within her as he pumped his load into her bowels. She shuddered and cried out, sharing his orgasm, as he had shared hers. She heard a distinct swallow, then another, and another…

Nick pulled away with a gasp. Bryn collapsed back against him, gasping and trembling.

“Damn Connor… She’s like drinking fire!”

“Thought that might be the case.” Connor tugged her up against his chest. “Bend your neck the other way my dear, I’m thirsty too.”

Bryn tilted her head to the other side still in the grip of orgasm. His lips brushed her shoulder.

“Fuck her, then hold her, Nick so I can cum.”

The cock in her ass thrust up into her and another sudden ferocious wave of exquisite orgasm explode within her. She shuddered and felt the twin burn of Connor’s teeth scoring her other shoulder. She felt Connor thrust into her mind to share her erotic pleasure. She moaned, her finger’s digging into his shoulders.

Connor shuddered under and within her, provoked by her sudden climax. He moaned with his mouth attached to her shoulder. She felt him thrust up hard, then again, then again… His arms locked tightly around her waist above Nick’s and he pulled her down hard holding her. His cock trembled within her and he pumped his load into her hungry cunt. She gasped, sharing his orgasm, as he had shared hers and shuddered hard in their arms.

Connor pulled away with a gasp. Bryn collapsed onto his chest whimpering and trembling from her sensual overload.

“Ah…” Connor sighed. “Well now, that is quite a vintage…”

***

Both Connor and Nick helped Bryn, into the tub to shower. The two men had to help her stand and took great delight in scrubbing every inch and crevice. Hands and mouths plundered, fingers slid into her… Her cries of ecstasy and their warm chuckles were loud in the small room. The floor got very wet. Afterwards, Bryn was tucked into their enormous bed. In moments she was sound asleep.

Nick sat on the couch, wrapped in a thick towel. He frowned at the hot chocolate, but he drank it. “I have never tasted anything like her…”

“Bryn isn’t an actress, dear Nick…”

Nick looked up at Connor, wrapped in another towel and actually drinking chocolate too. “What the hell have we got?”

Connor threw an arm over the back of the couch. “Bryn is a writer.”

Nick scowled. “Not another damn screenplay…”

“No.” Connor shook his head. “Not another damned screenplay scribbler. Bryn is a fiction novelist.”

“Which one?”

Connor smiled. “Bryn Savage.”

“The vampire novelist? You’re shitting me — I love her shit!” Nick laughed and shook his head. “No wonder she didn’t piss herself over the fangs!”

“Thought you might like her.”

Nick’s eyes narrowed to feral slits. “Can we keep her?”

“I am considering it. They’re easier to keep than artists and they travel well. They do all their creating on a computer, so give them a laptop and they’re easy to pack up and take with you if you need to spend months or years, on location…”

“You’re right, she’s perfect…”

“If we keep her, she’ll need constant supervision…”

“What for?”

“She’s a rare vintage. If we keep her, she’s ours. I’m not letting anyone else have her. It’ll ruin her gift.”

“God, I love her books… She can’t stop writing…”

“No she can’t. Her gift is where all that fire comes from. On top of that we’ll have to be very careful not to drink too deep…”

“She’ll lose her potency…”

“No dear Nick, we’ll get too young.”

“I thought I was feeling really, really good… Your hair has a lot more black in it and your face looks a lot better.”

Connor nodded. “And you drank far deeper than I. I only took a mouthful. You had at least three whole swallows.” Connor raised a brow. “Haven’t you looked in the mirror? I’d say you lost about twenty years.”

Nick lunged from the couch and dashed to the bathroom. He came back digging his fingers through his sin-black hair. “What the fuck am I gonna do? I can’t show up like this!”

Connor pursed his lips. “We’ll go back in a week or so, and do the same thing that singer turned actress did…”

Nick grinned “The one with the tattoo across her ass?” Nick laughed out loud. “She spent a little too much time on that navel base…”

Connor nodded. “We’ll simply tell them the same thing she did — we had a little visit with the doctor.”

Nick shook his head. “Plastic surgery? They’ll really fucking believe that?”

Connor raised his chocolate. “Well, what else could it be?”

Nick tilted his head. “A week huh?”

Connor nodded. “I’m sure Bryn won’t mind.”

“With all that cum in her?” Nick snorted. “If we keep her a week, it’ll take a month for the craving for our dicks to wear off.”

Connor smiled. “Personally, I have no intention of letting it wear off.”

Nick leaned forward. “So you are keeping her?” A long tooth pressed into a full lip. “Good.”

Conner pursed his lips. “I’ll move her in with me. The house in Colorado is big enough and the security is tight, but it’ll still take the both of us to keep an eye on her.”

Nick leaned back. “Yeah, we don’t want any of those vultures to get to her…”

Connor nodded. “We don’t want the others even catching her scent. That means she does not go anywhere near California without one of us and she does not get taken to opening night parties. She’ll have to stay with you when I have a producer house party and vice versa.” Connor raised a brow. “You’ll have to rid yourself of that actress.”

Nick curled his lip. “I’ll kick her out of my house as soon as I get back.”

Connor leveled a narrow gaze at Nick. “I will not see her changed in any way – she stays plump, just the way she is…”

“The way she tastes? With those tits and that ass? No problem!” Nick frowned. “But how long can we really keep her? She is just a mortal…”

Conner snorted. “I have no problems donating the occasional mouthful of blood to keep her exactly as she is.”

Nick’s brows rose. “I forgot we can do that…”

“I’ve been around a bit longer than you have.” Connor rose from the couch. “Shall we go to bed?”

Nick curled his lip. “You want to sleep?”

Connor grinned and his fangs gleamed in the light of the single lamp. “Not this week.”

- Fini -

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Copyright ~ Morgan Hawke © 2003

All rights reserved, all wrongs revenged…

A Victim & his Unwilling Succubus by MorganHawke (C)

For more stories written by Morgan, please visit Morgan’s website http://www.darkerotica.net.

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Jazmin & Blue

It was just after two in the morning and four hours to dawn in the heart of the oldest part of the city. The tiny diner I worked in sat cheek to jowl with some old brick high-rises that used to be considered a decent part of town.

The diner was full to the brim with drunks attempting to sober up before they drove home. The smell of ripe, sweaty bodies and sour beer-breath floated just above every Formica table. The noise level was appallingly loud from all the club flunkies, who had gone temporarily deaf after drowning in dance music for the past couple of hours or so. They yelled back and forth across the tables to their equally deaf companions. Convinced that the wait-staff, could not hear them either, they shouted their late-night breakfast orders.

With a damp rag in one hand and a coffeepot in the other, I swiped tables refilling cups as I went. My black sneakers made tiny, unheard squeaks as I hurried across the linoleum tile. In the plate glass mirrors that lined the walls, light gleamed on the silver frames of my pink-tinted glasses. My long red hair poured like blood down my back from the severe ponytail I wore.

“Hey baby, what’s a pretty girl like you doing waiting tables?” I stopped abruptly, sloshing coffee. Calling me ‘pretty’ was like saying Fred Astaire could dance a little. Unfortunately for me, I was beautiful in the Victorian ideal, a delicate face, long harlot-red hair, full breasts, rounded thighs, a tiny waist, a pronounced ass and short. I was very short, less than five feet tall. It was not my fault. I had been made that way.

Turning slowly, I looked at the hand that had a hold of my black polyester uniform. Long slim fingers were gripping the hem of my skirt as well as inching it up my thighs to expose the top of my nude stockings and the pins of my garter belt. The fingers were attached to a muscular arm on a body that looked as though it had been carved by years of athletic machines. He was dressed in a snug, short-sleeved silky pullover that showed off every bulge and curve of his sculpted torso. Black dress-slacks showed his tiny waist to perfection. Yummy. To use the modern vernacular; he was a hottie.

I looked down at the face of the smiling idiot, into crystalline blue eyes framed in black lashes. His face was lean and well made with a full kiss-able mouth. His soot black hair was pulled into a neat tail that curled to his shoulders held by a silver clip. He was actually very cute. My infernal appetite kicked in, making me salivate.

Terrific. Guys that hunky always seemed to feel that they were entitled to harass any vaguely attractive girl in range. This guy was practically beautiful and he knew it. There was no way this cute idiot was going to let me go without attempting to charm me into having sex with him. He was probably convinced that I had been made with him in mind.

Most men seemed to be convinced that I had been made with them in mind. Technically, I suppose, my first master had hoped to create the perfect sex toy. He had succeeded. Unfortunately, to his everlasting dismay, I had the appetite to go with it too.

“Do you mind?” I growled as menacing as I could, which is actually quite menacing. The hand gripped my skirt tighter pulling, probably attempting to get me to sit down next to him. I braced my feet. I may be tiny, but I am strong, very strong. He kept pulling and smiling. He was stronger than he looked because if we kept this little tug of war up much longer, my cheap uniform was going to rip.

Hmmm. I had two choices here. I could spill coffee on my assailant’s head or put the pot down and backhand the idiot. Sighing I did neither. He was just too cute to slap. I was feeling rather mellow, I guess.

“Hi,” he said then leaned over to read my nametag. “Hi Lili, I’m Bruce.” He continued smiling, turning up the electric charm, all 100 watts worth of perfect teeth.

“I need to go back to work, Sir.” With a mostly clean hand I pushed my red bangs out of my eyes. Tipping my head forward, I glared into his eyes over the edge of my pink tinted glasses. Apparently, Bruce was too drunk to notice the flame red glints that my eyes tended to reflect under fluorescent lighting. That’s what the tinted glasses were for, to hide that uncanny flicker of hellfire in their depths. I accidentally scare people all the time.

“What’s the matter sweetheart? I just want to talk to you.”

I sighed heavily rolling my eyes. I swear, didn’t this idiot have any survival instincts what so ever? I put the coffeepot down. Smiling nastily, I took hold of his wrist. Applying a little pressure in just the right spot, his hand numbed and I was able to free my skirt from his white-knuckled grip.

“Hey!” he yelped. “What the hell was that? Some kind of martial arts or something?”

“Nope,” I smiled wider, flashing the white tips of my overlong canines. “Merely superior physical force, Bruce,” I stated blandly. I skipped out of range of his hands and fled to the far side of the diner.

“Hey! I was talking to you!” he yelled standing up at his table.

I gave him a tiny smile and a little wave from the far end of the diner. Sheesh, this guy really wanted to get himself in trouble.

Sam, a night cop and my occasional dinner date, was attempting to eat his ham and eggs in peace. After a few more shouts, Sam finally had to get up from his breakfast to explain to the cute idiot, that he was disturbing the other diners. I gave Sam my most brilliant smile and made sure his coffee cup stayed full.

Bruce settled down into sullen silence, ate his ultra-rare steak and scrambled eggs then drank cup after cup of coffee. He stared at me the whole time while I pointedly ignored him. I suppose that as Bruce saw it, he was not done with me.

It was a full hour before dawn. My shift ended without any more incidents. Pulling on my black sweater, I snuck out the back door. In a patch of oily darkness, my battered car waited. I pulled out my keys with a rattle as I came around the other side of my car. I caught the scent of expensive cologne and male lust.

“Hi Bruce,” I said. He was leaning against the driver-side door. His legs were braced; his arms were loose at his sides. I pocketed my tinted glasses. The night leaped into a gray twilight as my eyes adjusted.

“Hey Lili. Let’s go for a ride.” He wasn’t smiling.

“Nope, I have better things to do Bruce,” I smiled. Like not killing someone because they were too stupid to realize the danger they were in.

“It wasn’t a request, Lili.” His voice was soft with a warning note in it. It seemed that Bruce was not near as drunk as he had been earlier.

“You gonna make me, Bruce?”

“Your pet cop isn’t here to save you.” He stood up in a fluid move rather like a big jungle cat. Perhaps all those bulging muscles had not been made in a gym. He towered over me head and shoulders, but then again at my height or lack of it, everyone towered over me. You get used to it after a while. My guess was that he was somewhere over six feet tall.

“I don’t need anyone to save me Bruce, I’ve been saving myself for a long time now.” Bruce responded to my little comment with a smile so cold that it should have brought on an early frost. He took a step toward me.

“I’d rather not do this the hard way Lili, I don’t want to hurt you.” It was briefly there in his face, he really didn’t want to hurt me. As if he could, I was made of sterner stuff, literally.

“What exactly do you want Bruce?” My smile never wavered as I raised a brow. I was stalling. A look of hunger came over his face then he buried it.

“All I want is your undivided attention for an hour or so, then you go home. Story over.” His hands closed on my shoulders. His fingers pressed into me slightly in what would normally have been slightly bruising.

“Do you normally pick up dates by threatening them with physical violence?”

“Not normally.” It was there in his face too. Not normally, but he did threaten girls into sex on occasion. Perhaps he deserved his fate after all. Besides, I was getting hungry and I hadn’t eaten well in a long time.

“Bruce,” I said calmly. “Would it do any good if I told you that this is a bad idea?” He was not a nice guy; I wondered why I was still trying to warn him off.

“Afraid not,” he said. He was definitely sober, but still stupid. I shrugged. His hands relaxed on my shoulders. He smiled almost in relief. I handed him my keys. He put them in my purse then unlocked my car. He placed my purse and sweater on the front seat for me, then closed the door, locking it.

I wasn’t at all surprised when Bruce led me to an expensive sports car, all long black sleek lines. He was a complete gentleman opening the door for me. A door I couldn’t open from the inside once it was closed, without breaking a window.

“So what do you do for a living Bruce?” I asked as we left the parking lot.

“Security,” he said without looking at me.

“I see. A hit man?” I didn’t really expect an answer and he didn’t give me one. “Are you any good?” He glanced over at me, dark and cold. “I see,” I repeated. I did see. He was good enough to afford a car like this.

“Why aren’t you a stripper or something?” he asked me. “You’re pretty enough.”

“Been there, done that,” I quipped I assumed that the ‘something’ he was referring to was ‘why wasn’t I some guy’s expensive mistress.’ I didn’t like being someone else’s property. As for stripping, “… the guys had a problem taking ‘No’ for an answer. I’m sure you understand,” I said with a mean little smile. He flinched. Point for me.

The drive was short and uneventful, ending at a very expensive hotel. He parked inside the hotel then hustled me into the parking garage elevator. No one saw us. Good.

The elevator opened directly into his room. He had a suite all done in soft gray and mauve, all very tasteful and very expensive. There was a bathroom, a living room, two separate bedrooms and a balcony overlooking the tasteful part of the city. With a gentle shove, I was pushed into the room then he coded the elevator locked behind me. With a smug smile he walked over to the balcony and pulled the drapes closed.

I strode over to a brocaded sofa then kicked off my cheap sneakers digging my stocking toes into the thick carpet. I turned around to watch Bruce strip out of his clingy shirt. His body was lightly tanned, rippling with intricate muscle. He radiated vitality and perfect health, inundating the entire suite with his delicious potency. My mouth watered. I knew my eyes were glowing slightly as my hunger began to surface fully. I caught the scent of my own special perfume beginning to drift from my skin.

“Bruce, are you sure you want to do this?” I tried again to warn him. “I’m not exactly…”

“Shut up and come over here.” His face was closed, his eyes intent. Stupid man. What he wanted from me was going to cost him, big.

“As you wish,” I murmured. I walked over to him reaching for the buttons that went from my throat to my hem. I had a little less than an hour before dawn.

“Don’t,” he said hoarsely, “I want to do that.” His hands closed over mine gently then he pulled them away from my buttons. His fingers were nimble as he started undoing the neck of my uniform to my waist, exposing my black lace bra and my snowy skin. I admit it I like pretty underwear. He knelt on the soft carpet then slid his hand into the front of my parted uniform to caress my softly padded ribs. He was very tall. Kneeling, his eyes were almost on level with mine.

“Your skin is so soft,” he whispered.

“The better to tempt you with my dear,” I sighed softly. I don’t think he even heard me.

He looked into my face and I licked my red lips. Surrounded by the scent of aroused male, I drank it in like fine wine. He gripped the edges of my uniform, suddenly ripping it open. Buttons popped and scattered all over the carpet. My black lace garter-belt and matching panties made my skin look very stark.

His fingers dug into my firm ass to hold me still then he buried his face in my rounded tummy rubbing against me as a cat would. I could feel the slight bristle of stubble against my hypersensitive skin. He opened his mouth then his tongue laved across me in wet swipes, tasting me.

I pulled out the clip holding his smoky hair, tossing it onto the carpet. Freeing the silky length to sweep just past his shoulders, I slid my fingers into his mane, so soft and very fine. My red nails scored his scalp lightly in a caress; he seemed to purr into my stomach. His head lifted then he reached up to pull the elastic from my hair. My red tresses slid around us in a cloak of dark blood.

“Is this real?” he asked me as he ran his fingers through my ass-length locks.

“No, it’s not dyed, if that’s what you’re asking.”

He responded by suddenly pulling my panties down to my knees. My mound was exposed to his view beneath the lace of my garter-belt, showing neatly trimmed curls as red as my hair.

“See, the carpet matches the drapes,” I smiled.

“Off, off,” he growled tugging my panties the rest of the way down. I obligingly stepped out of them. His hands reached around me to unhook my bra. My breasts only sagged slightly as they were released. Not bad for an old lady.

There was a hiss of in-drawn breath as Bruce got a good look at my cherry-red nipples. He flung the bra away then cupped my full breasts in both hands. His fingers pulled slightly on my nipples and they hardened from the attention. An arm snaked around my waist. Cupping my breast, Bruce yanked me forward onto his mouth, and sucked, nursing hard on my nipples.

My body jolted in reaction. My stygian appetite flared to voracious life. I could feel the ache in my body and my eyes flaring to brilliant hellish life. The hunger rose within me like a firestorm. It was too late, far too late to stop now. I found myself pressing Bruce’s head to my breast panting in the throes of carnal greed. My stocking clad thighs parted; I pushed my hips against him with a hungry moan. My irresistible infernal perfume, a touch of brimstone and female in heat washed over us both.

“God, you smell so good,” he panted.

“The better to seduce you with my dear.” My voice was a deep rumbling growl of pleasure. My hands slid all across his shoulders. I couldn’t stop myself from reaching out to touch as much of his skin as I could, my nails scoring him with livid red welts.

His mouth sucking strongly on me, he released my breast. Sliding his hand up to cup my head, I felt an arm curve about my knees. In a well-practiced move, I was suddenly flat on my back in the middle of the floor. Bruce’s full length stretched over mine, his thighs trapping mine between them. I could feel a powerful erection pressing against my stomach. I averted my face, slitting my eyes to keep Bruce from seeing the flames leaping in their depths. He nipped my throat. In reaction, I dug my sharp, curved nails into his vulnerable back.

“Hellcat,” he hissed in pain then chuckled. Surprising me, he captured both of my wrists and held them above my head with one hand. His free hand closed on the lace of my garter-belt and he yanked. The belt slid down my hips then over my ass, pulling my stockings down. With a feline twist of his hips, he moved a thigh off of me. In one strong pull, my garter-belt and the attached stockings were peeled from me then flung across the room. With a satisfied sigh, he covered my bared body with his. His hips arched and he slid his trapped heat against my hungry flesh.

Dipping his head, Bruce kissed each nipple as though in worship. I arched my back into his mouth in welcome. His lips slithered into the valley between my breasts then flexing his back creatively he nibbled down my stomach. His tongue dipped into my navel lightly. My original master had been very proud of it.

“Your mouth, Bruce, I need your mouth on me,” I said in a voice husky and deep with passion then writhed my hips in temptation.

Bruce chuckled again as he continued to lave my skin with his tongue. I heard a metallic chink. I looked down watching as Bruce pulled some handcuffs from his back pocket. Shit! My heart thumped hard in my chest.

“First things first Lili,” he said glancing up and smiling widely. I growled then dug my heels into the carpet. Shoving, I bucked him off of my stomach, breaking his hold on my wrists. I rolled out from under him jumping to my feet. He snagged my ankle and I hit the floor hands first.

“Oh, no you don’t,” he chuckled, “the fun is just starting.” He pulled and I slid across the carpet on my hands and one knee. I hissed, barely stopped myself from baring my fangs. The son of a bitch was stronger and faster than I had anticipated.

I was expertly flipped over then his full weight crashed down on top of me, his chest slamming down across my breasts. It should have knocked the wind from me; it pissed me off instead. I worked to buck him off again, but he was prepared for that move. I lunged to bite him but he lurched out of the way. Breathing hard, he caught one hand above my head. I heard the rattle of the cuff closing over one wrist.

“Bastard!” I swore, swinging my free fist at his head.

“Bitch!” he snapped back, ducking my fist. Then he had my other wrist. The cuffs rattled again.

“What the fuck are you doing Bruce?” I asked with a snarl. I was fairly sure I could break the chain of the cuffs to free myself, but wearing them still pissed me off.

“Ensuring my personal safety,” he grinned. He rolled to his feet then hauled me up by the wrists. “You’re a lot stronger than you look.” He panted briefly.

“The better to hold you with my dear,” I practically snarled. I could smell his arousal. The stupid bastard was getting turned-on by my resistance.

“Are you a Goth chick?” he asked out of the blue. “I like the fangs,” he continued. “But they look sharp and like permanent implants.”

What the hell was a Goth chick? Oh, yeah, he thought I was part of the latest fashion craze with people running around pretending to be vampires. Some of them even had permanent fangs put in. Suddenly he made a lot of sense. No wonder he was so obsessed with having me in particular. Most guys take the hint that there’s something a little weird with me and go away. None of my hints had worked on Bruce; in fact, all my hints seemed to have caught his interest more. Wonderful, I had actually run across a true weirdo. It seems Bruce had a vampire fetish.

Well, Bruce didn’t know it yet, but he was about to get his wish. He was probably thinking the most amount of danger he had to worry about was getting bitten and possibly bled. I was a Succubus, an honest to Satan, Victorian sex vampire, and now I was seriously pissed. Stupid, stupid man.

“There is no need for the hand-cuffs. I said I would fuck you.” I snapped out a kick that he deftly avoided.

“Actually no you didn’t.” Ducking he caught me about the waist then lifted me over his shoulder. I kicked out but he held my legs in an iron grip. “I just want to be sure I get what I want.” With a bounce to settle my weight across his shoulders, he slapped my naked ass.

Cursing in three languages, I was carried into one of the bedrooms then thrown on the bed.

“Now how is it, that you speak French and a dialect of Arabic?” There was a strange glitter in his eyes as he pulled the leather belt from his pants. Deftly avoiding my attempts to kick him, Bruce wrapped the narrow belt around the chain of the cuffs then buckled it to the headboard.

“That would be telling Bruce.” I was suddenly smiling in anticipation. Anger and desire was boiling in my blood making my heart pound. The skilled Alchemist that had created me in the early nineteenth century had gotten me over-excited, underestimating me too. Accidents will happen. The stupid fuck.

As a Succubus I not only bleed my victims; I literally suck the vitality from when they cum. I planned to make this idiot figure it out on his own. Preferably, while writhing beneath my fangs.

“Now,” sighed Bruce, “Where was I? Oh, yes…” With deliberation, Bruce unfastened his pants then writhing his torso, showing his stomach muscles off to perfection, he slid out of them. His erection was heavy and thick, standing straight out from his thatch of dark curls. A nice full sack completed his package. His lean and well-defined legs were lightly furred with dark hair.

“For a prick, you are definitely yummy, Bruce,” I said softly, burring my voice in it’s sexiest manner. I was already humming with appetite. His little show dried my mouth so I licked my lips. “Why don’t you come over here and do nasty things to me?” My teeth ached with hunger. My hips writhed as I undulated among the pillows. I spread my knees so he would have a good view of my unnaturally scarlet pussy. At the rate he was turning me on I wouldn’t have to bleed Bruce to kill him; all he had to do was cum.

“The best is yet to come Baby,” he crooned back to me. Moving slowly like a big cat, he crept onto the bed. His hands caressed my feet then traveled up my legs spreading me wide. Bruce lifted my knees to work his shoulders under them. With a look of hungry triumph, he nestled himself between my thighs.

My infernal perfume released in his face. Bruce took a deep breath and I watched his eyes dilate with desire. His mouth brushed the softest part of my inner thigh. My skin shivered in anticipation. He swept his tongue higher and higher until he was barely brushing my curls with his mouth. He took another deep breath of my scent then I felt him brush the outer lips of my labia. He exhaled warmly, making me shiver, and then he stroked my damp red flesh with the full length of his tongue.

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding with a loud moan. He moaned in return then proceeded to drive me mad. The tip of his tongue lanced onto my clit then swiped at the folds of my inner lips. Noisily he lapped at my juices. His lips slithered across me tasting every fold, every crevice. He lapped at every pearly drop I released.

His hands held my thighs in a vice-grip as I writhed panting, under his mouth. Then he focused his attack on my swollen clit. His tongue flicked, rubbing against my point of pleasure, his lips sucking delicately at first then with complete attention and devotion. He was trying very hard to make me cum. He was doing a damn fine job of it too. Then his tongue buried itself in my starving pussy to an impossible depth.

I pulled at the handcuffs strapped to the headboard, my hips pumping themselves onto Bruce’s mouth. My body vibrated in voluptuous abandon. Moaning as I drowned in the building pleasure, I locked my thighs around his head. I could feel the fire-fall of pleasure beginning to wash over me in small waves, each growing in length and power. I could feel myself building to a powerful climax and dug my heels into the mattress in an attempt to get a purchase for thrusting power.

I looked down on Bruce with my eyes slitted to conceal their red fire. He looked back up at me with a grin; his eyes slitted as mine were and glowing an inhuman flame blue. I was jolted, but still on the edge of a roaring orgasm.

“Bruce? Is there something you haven’t told me?” I asked between pants. His tongue never stopped but he nodded, grinning slyly. “Bruce?”

He pulled his head up licking his mouth with a long thin tongue no human ever possessed. What the Hell?

He opened his blazing eyes fully and I felt a definite pull. He was trying to roll me under with his eyes, the shit. He smiled widely then I noticed that he possessed an impressive set of canines to rival mine. Fuck! He was a Vampire too! Well shit, two could play at this game.

“Well, there’s something I’ve been trying to tell you myself, Bruce…” I opened my eyes fully to let the red flames of my hellfire within blaze to full life. Using every drop of mental skill, I pulled at his mind. I was rewarded by a frown creasing his brow. Briefly his face went blank, his body freezing as I caught him, trapping his thoughts.

His fingers closed on me with sudden crushing force. Darting in like a snake I felt his mouth then his tongue on the softest part in the juncture of my thigh. I writhed suddenly but his tongue found the thick artery in my inner thigh then he bit down. The pain was fierce then I rocked hard into a vicious screaming orgasm. My blood pumped into his mouth even as I wet the sheets with pearly drops of my pleasure.

Thank the unholy, he wasn’t an Incubus, a male version of what I was, or he would have sucked my vitality dry as I’d climaxed. Too bad for him.

I jerked on the cuffs, snapping the belt easily. Gripping his hair with both hands, I wrenched his fangs from my flesh. He howled in frustration, red spattering the sheets as though from a despoiled virgin. Still in the throes of lust, I locked my hands in his hair then covered his blood stained mouth with my own, kissing him fully.

He nipped at me but I’d had centuries to perfect the art of kissing with and around incisors. The taste of my own blood on his lips and tongue fired my ardor. I growled a challenge deep in my chest. His arms locked around me and we embraced fiercely, kissing as though we were trying to devour each other. Which, in a way I guess we were.

I gained some purchase with my feet then rolled him under me, my full breasts pressing against his rock-hard chest, my thighs straddling him.

“Jeez Lili, you’re very strong,” he said with a smile.

“The better to fuck you with my dear,” I said with a smile of my own. Apparently he had no idea what I was up to. I rose up just enough to position myself over his rampant cock then thrust myself down hard onto him. His mouth opened in a howl then he gripped my hips rising to meet my downward thrusts. I was determined to pump the bastard dry. I rocked forward hard then slammed back onto him with all the power I possessed.

“You’re turn to cum for me, Bruce,” I hissed, bearing my teeth for good measure. I raised my hands pulling. I broke the chain of the cuffs, links spraying across the sheets, with only a small show of force.

“Anything to please you babe,” he growled in return. His hips rose to meet me with killing force. He gripped my long hair with one hand, holding my head from his vulnerable throat. “I love the taste of you Lili, especially when you cum.” His other hand closed on my hip, guiding my rhythm. His heart hammered in his chest.

“You say the sweetest things Bruce,” I said panting. I increased my pace lengthening my strokes. He writhed beneath me, his powerful thighs bunching as he lunged, bucking into me. I was very excited and I was soaking him to the balls. His free hand slid up my body to cup then grip my breast with bruising strength.

“Babe, you have great tits,” he chuckled low in his throat then moaned.

“And you have a fantastic cock Bruce,” I replied.

I felt his climax begin to mount at a murderous pitch, the power of his building orgasm soaked into my skin. I moaned. This vampire boy was old, really old. Lust gripped me as my own passion came roaring to the fore. At this rate I was probably going to kill him if he didn’t pass out first. I could feel the heat of my eyes igniting to an inferno as I bathed in his vitality, growing drunk with passion and impending release. I cried out as I felt him teeter on the edge of his climax.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck yeah!” He started wailing. Suddenly he gripped my waist then rolled me under his body to slam his pistoning shaft into me at full force, his cock impossibly large and rigid. I was shuddering with his impending climax as it dragged me over the edge into a fire-fall of pleasure cascading into a powerful sucking climax of my own. If he had been mortal, Bruce would have been dead by now.

Bruce’s sweating back arched as he threw his head up. His head lunged down, teeth bared. I gripped his neck with both hands to keep his fangs from my throat even as I rose to meet his thrusts. Crying out, he plunged his hardness deeply into my red flesh then held himself burrowed as far into me as he could get. He yelled as his balls released spraying their load of cum into my waiting flesh.

I screamed, shuddering as I was dragged into an abyss of shrieking pleasure, drowning in Bruce’s vitality as he poured himself into my body.

“Oh God, bitch, you are one hell of a fuck,” he growled hoarsely then collapsed.

“The better to eat you with, my dear,” I whispered. I could see a mist of electric blue wreathing us both as his vitality clouded around me then it dissipated into my skin as I sucked the juice of his life into my hungry body.

“What…?” he moaned shaking as he felt his life rushing out of him. “What are you doing?”

“Having breakfast,” I quipped writhing in ecstasy. His life force scorched through my vitals in a joyous blaze. I could feel the essence that was Bruce touching me viscerally in ways more intimate than sex.

A rush from a second orgasm screamed through me and I cried out shuddering and trembling beneath him. He moved feebly but couldn’t summon the energy to even roll off of me. With a sigh, his eyes fluttered closed and he lay very still.

“By the way Bruce,” I giggled, high from riding my second climax in a row, “my name is Lilith.” I panted a moment. “As in the mother of demons.” I laughed long and hard.

I shoved his inert form off of me onto the side of the bed where he laid face up, eyes closed. I curled around his exhausted form almost tenderly. Gazing at his collapsed body I realized that I’d aged him considerably. He now appeared to be a sixty-year-old man instead of his seemingly eternal twenty-four.

I took my time as I slid my needle sharp fangs into his defenseless throat. He wasn’t quite unconscious and flinched, then sighed in soft ecstasy as I took his blood. I only needed a sip or two; my actual needs had already been met. I was more than sated.

Well damn, I guess I wasn’t the only true vampire after all. If they were all as tasty as this one, I would never have to sip from mortals again, not when I could feast. Suddenly the future looked much brighter.

Bruce was still alive but just barely as I rose from his rumpled bed invigorated, as I had never been before. Passing in front of a mirror, I realized that I would have to quit my job. I had been transformed from a mature thirty-something to a sweet sixteen, possibly less.

I stepped out of the bedroom into the main sitting room to gather up my clothes shoving them into a pillowcase. Moving the curtains to the balcony, I saw that dawn was about twenty minutes away. I opened the sliding glass doors smelling the city and the beginnings of morning rising from the pavement.

Stepping out onto the balcony in all my naked glory, I gathered the renewed power that filled me. My scarlet locks floated about me in a cloud of force. My eyes blazing with hellfire, I stretched out and conjured my wings, another advantage exclusive to the Succubae.

They spread wide and seemingly delicate, the thin membranes stretched over the elegant bones. With a lunge, I stood atop the railing then vaulted into the blackness of predawn, gliding homeward on the updrafts across the sleeping city, laughing.